propel water

Angels walk among us. With crooked halos and shattered wings, they walk among us and try to remember what it felt like to be holy. Stretching out their arms and reminding themselves of what it felt like to soar.


Gods walk among us. Trapped inside too small bodies with nothing but the memories of when they were everything, and dream of the worlds and empires they helped forge. Their hands had once built galaxies, but now seemed so small.


Aliens walk among us. From far away worlds and twinkling stars, they carry on and wonder how they had gotten so far from home. One day they know they’ll traverse this galaxy once again, but until then they must make do with Earth.


Fae walk among us. Who try to remember their people, their customs, their dances, in a world that is convinced that they are children’s tales, and no more. Desperately trying to become themselves again, wondering if it was all simply a prank gone wrong, or something worse.


Forests walk among us. Those who remember their trees, their plants, the animals they kept safe under their canopy. Now they can only hope their small friends stay safe, until they can take care of them all again.


Animals walk among us. Wondering why they were stuck on two legs with none of their fur or feathers, scales or shells. Questioning why their voices suddenly are so wrong, so different from the cries they used to make. Surrounding themselves with whatever they can that reminds them of their home.


Ghosts walk among us. Clothed in flowing white and shadowy blues, wandering through areas that used to be solely theirs. They can no longer phase or float, but they make do. They have to.


Dragons walk among us. On feet without the claws they remember, and with heads held high despite the missing horns and fangs. They clamber forwards, rebuilding their hoard with every step of the way.


Dolls walk among us. Those with faded felt and chipped ceramics alike wondering why they were suddenly flesh. Looking over themselves and realizing their bodies were suddenly softer then they ever were, more sturdy then they ever were.


Galaxies walk among us. Made of star stuff and moonshine, infinitely growing forces trapped in too small bodies. Remembering what it felt like to span light years and wondering who had managed to trap supernovas into flesh and blood.


Monsters walk among us. In every shape and size; they walk; slither; crawl; and remember the days they were feared, and wonder if they really want that back. If they would want it back after finally being treated as a living creature with as much right to exist as anyone else.


Betrayers walk among us. With guilt-ridden hearts and regretful eyes. Who reassure themselves that it was the right thing to do, not quite sure if they believe themselves.


Saviors walk among us. With a shine in their eyes and smiles on their lips, reassuring all they come across that one day the sun will shine and all with be right once again.


Rebels walk among us. Causes long ago forgotten, but with fires still raging in their hearts. Challenging anything and everything. Unrest and revolutions follow them wherever they tread. Chaos and freedom, mixed together.


Survivors walk among us. Soldiers with nothing left to fear, who have instincts as their guide and luck on their side. Walking forward unafraid, because they’ve done this all before.


Immortals walk among us. Souls laden with sorrow, heartbreak slipping through their eyes. They know by now not to get close, but do so anyways because its the only thing that makes them feel anymore.


Soldiers walk among us. Hands itching for weapons they no longer have, tense with instincts they no longer need. Wondering why their body is so unmarred and unbroken. They had always done their best, but now they no longer knew if that was good enough. If it ever was good enough.


Children walk among us. Lost and afraid, they march forward, with the weights of a thousand impossibilities on their shoulders. These children are forgotten, and they would prefer to stay that way.


Cursed-folk walk among us. With cautious eyes and doubtful tones, who know that the world is against them now more than ever. Everything comes with a price, and they wonder if their price was truly worth it.


Mages walk among us. Hands of their magical tools of choice, ready to pull them out if necessary to defend or attack. Scared because this was the land their ancestors were killed in. Courageous because they continue forwards anyways.


Travelers walk among us. Those who took a wrong turn and found themselves in a world that isn’t theirs, hoping to one day find the way back. Strength rings through them, for they know they cannot- will not -stop until they reach their home.


Chosen Ones walk among us. Remembering what it felt like to be The One, The Savior, The Last Hope of their worlds- and wondering why that responsibility was ever thrust on them in the first place. Wondering why they had been abandoned back in their old world after fighting so hard for the one they had made their home.


Spirits walk among us. Spirits who see others like them in the corner of their eyes. Spirits who meet up in quiet secret places and remember, together, what it felt like to be themselves. Reassuring each other that one day they will all go Home.


Unicorns walk among us. Even with their horns no longer there, there is no doubt magic runs through them. They are blessed creatures, and they know it. Stars and sunlight glisten in their eyes, and every step plants flowers. 


Demons walk among us. Still feeling the darkness in their blood, and the calls of others like them. Hell fire and brimstone smells dance on the breeze, luring them away. Luring them back home.


Dire Wolves walk among us. Even without their pack, they are fierce. Every step a calculation, every move planned.The hunt is on, and it looks like you are the prey. Get ready to run.


Dinosaurs walk among us. Long gone though they are, the continue forward. With pasts surrounded by mystery and unknowing. They are a varied folk, from carnivores to herbivores and everything in between. Large and small alike they fight on.


Winged Ones walk among us. Backs aching from wings they don’t have- limbs they haven’t had in a long time. The sky calls to them, begging them to come home, but they cannot reply. Stuck on the ground, staring hopefully up at the sky- one day they might go home, but not yet, not today.


Glitches walk among us. Scratches on the disk of reality, blips in the world. Tilt your head, look at them from a wrong angle- they might just be lens flares, might just be tricks of the imagination. The world warps around a being that is not there, that shouldn’t be there.


Hellhounds walk among us. Hellfire sprouts from their paths, infernos blaze just under their skin. Embers burn their paws, soot stains their fur. Wildness stirs in their hearts, urges them forward. Feral creatures, born from fire and darkness.


Vampires walk among us. Fangs stained red with blood that is not theirs. Pale as untouched snow, with hearts as dark as the night they rule. Voids twist around them, cloaking them in their shadows. Look out for too sharp grins at midnight, watch your steps.


Elements walk among us. Raging winds, blazing flames, crushing earth, and surging waters rush together. Combining to make impossible possibilities, incredible worlds, exploding worlds. Elements that made up entire worlds now spinned into bones.


The Undead walk among us. Shuffling and stuttering, wondering if this makes them undead undead. Flesh now whole and bones unbroken, feeling their heartbeat course through their veins once again, feeling the air filling their lungs once again. 


Werefolk walk among us. Bodies no longer shifting as they once did, permanently stuck on their two legs, for better or for worse. From all walks of life, they shifted into anything and everything. They do what they can to remind themselves of what if had felt like to themselves again.


Starseeds walk among us. Those that have lived only a few lives and those that have lived hundreds walking together. Taking the same steps they’ve taken who knows how many times before. Memories trickle back to them, small ones and big ones alike replaying in their minds. Doing their best to remember their mission and goals.


Mermaids walk among us. Although, maybe walk would be the wrong word. Figuring out how to walk on separate limbs that used to be one. Feeling most at home when submerged in water, sometimes forgetting their new bodies need oxygen. Strong arms and new legs propelling them through water, making them relearn a skill that they’d known since birth.


Death Omens walk among us. Afraid if their mere presence curses everyone around them. Keeping to themselves, just in case. Wondering how much of their past life carries on to their new life. Afraid that their mere touch could end lives, wondering if its their fault every time catastrophe hits.


Psychopomps walk among us. Remembering their jobs, remembering their duty. Even when they hated it, they remember what that must do. Both an impartial guide and a guardian protector. It was not their job to judge, simply to provide a safe passage from here to whatever lies beyond. Smiling in the face of death, knowing that they are not here for them.


Shadows walk among us. Twisting and shifting, not solid forms but far from intangible. They are everywhere and nowhere all at once, watching on to every act, recording passively that actions of others, while also defending those in need, actively stepping out to protect. They are the night and the stars, and yet also the shifting woods and deadly blades that flash in the shade. They are, and they aren’t.


Prisoners walk among us. Remembering shackles and chains holding them back, holding them down. Forced in cages and cells, forced to repent. But now- now they are free. They are free to walk and speak and run. Every part of their soul sings. Shackles now rusted off, chains now broken- they have no intentions of ever putting them back on.


Robots walk among us. Rusty joints and electricity running through them. Mechanical men, made to work with no need for sustenance. Inorganic beings with artificial intelligence, making themselves better, making themselves evolve. Their jobs are not yet done.


Mountains walk among us. Their strength and fortitude transformed into movable flesh and feeble bones. Eons of near unending life taken away and replaced with a life of hardly a century. Where once they were feared and respected, they are now hardly ever seen.


Winter Sprites walk among us. Ice on their fingers, frost in their hair. Snow falls over their trail, painting the frozen landscape a chilling white. A shiver trails up your spine when they pass, followed by a freezing breeze- winter spirits in their element can freeze the world over, if one could be bothered to do so.


Seers walk among us. They watch, wide eyed and humbled, at the creatures who walk around them. Wings and horns and twisted bits, wandering through crowded streets. Their oddities, invisible to most, show bright and clear to the perceptive eyes of those who watch.



(want me to add one? Leave a reply and I’ll add it to the original)

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I lack the means to play this game, but this is an interesting character design.

When he swims, his body makes an undulating up and down motion. This means that the main propulsive area is horizontal to the orientation of the body. This type of swimming motion is something that you see only in marine mammals with wide tail flukes….

Ergo…. he’s not propelling himself through the water with his feet, It would only make sense if his “fin skirt” spreads out into a fluke-like surface, that propels him through the water when he dorsoventrally flexes his spine.

#biologistheadcanons.

Now, I have pretty thick skin but some customers I got were really awful, this one in particular still makes me angry.

We had a deal going on for Propel ( flavored water) for 2/$5. A customer comes up, with two packs of propel I scan the items and this is how the conversation went:
Me: “Hello, how is your day today?” :)
C: …
Me: “Your total is 6-something”
C: “BUT ITS 2/$5!!!!”
Me: “Yes sir, before tax.”
C: *rolls eyes, gives a look* “Water isn’t taxed”
Me: “Propel is flavored though, it really isn’t wat-”
C: *condescendingly* “But does the law tax flavored or carbonated?!”
Me: …
C: *smug* “It’s carbonated. I have an education and a PhD- I know what’s taxed.”
Me: “My monitor says it’s taxed, it’s taxed.”
C: “whatever.” And walks out the door without paying.

First off, Propel is NOT water, it’s basically clear Kool-aide. Secondly, do you know the law, because obviously not. Third, PhD in WHAT?!?

PS. For those who care I quit after moving to another city to go to college for BIOENGINEERING. How I’d love to rub my degree in his face for embarrassing me and making me look like an idiot. I’m a lot, but an idiot I am not.

Drabble Inspired by ‘The Little Mermaid’ by Hans Christian Anderson.

Deep in the seas of a planet with forest and ocean lived a mermaid prince. He had the largest, darkest tail of all, with ebony fins and scales that glistened crimson when exposed to light. His chest was adorned with pieces on his shoulders and wrists that only royalty could wear. Upon his mane sat a great crown.

In his hands, he was always holding a trident with red horns. This weapon was a gift made for him personally, and there were no others of it in the entire galaxy. This weapon could slice through rocks like a knife through paper. It was the perfect weapon to keep him in power and his enemies at bay,

His name was Kylo Ren.

Predators several times bigger than his black coral castle would swish out of his way when he came by. In his presence, the bravest man would tremble.

He had everything he could ever want, and he could do whatever he wanted.

Being the king, he was able to swim up to the surface to study the above world. The forests, buildings, and cliffs did not interest him in the least. If you asked him what the surface was like, he would tell you that you might as well stay in the water because the surface is bland.

Until he saw her.

She was always sitting by the shore at night, looking at the stars, daydreaming. 

He was never able to get close enough to her without the risk of being seen. Even with his blending skills, she would still hear him. 

Just from seeing her once, he believed she to be more beautiful and fascinating than anything in the deep. Whenever he had the chance, he would come up to the surface while she sat on the shore. She was always there at night, and sometimes, in afternoons.

Kylo Ren was a king, yet he couldn’t persuade himself to speak to her. What if he frightened her? He could have cared less if his species was exposed. He’d let the merfolk go extinct if it meant getting one close look at her. 

Living under the same waters but claiming different floors were the crolutes. Unlike merfolk, crolutes were able to walk among the surface, as they had legs. But they were dastardly and ugly. While they looked thin when wet, their bodies would inflate as they dried, making them look like walking blobs.

Unkar Plutt was their king, if anybody could call him that. In his society, money determined who was in power, and he was the richest of them all. He too always got what he wanted.

And he too had eyes for the girl, and since he saw her first, he believed she was his to claim. Unlike Kylo, he made himself known to her. She was repulsed and disgusted by him, turning him away each time with threats. One day, Unkar had enough.

It was a good thing Kylo was near the last time Unkar faced the girl. When he surfaced, Kylo didn’t see the girl in her usual spot, but he swore he could hear her. 

She was swearing and spitting and threatening whoever she was with. He heard her mention Unkar. The merman propelled himself to where her voice was louder.

Looking up, he saw she was on top a cliff, locked in Unkars grasp.

“I’m not asking you anymore!” Kylo heard him yell. “I’m tired of waiting for you to say yes on your own!”

Grasping her tightly, he backed away, then hurled himself forward to shove the girl off the cliff. Had she not been falling from a height so great, she’d still be cursing him.

Her body slammed into the water.

The sea king wasted no time, diving under the water and propelling towards her. As she sunk down, he realized she couldn’t swim. When he saw the blobfish jumping in after her, he flicked his tail faster.

No, he would not let him have her. The girl was too enchanting and astonishing to be taken by a nasty crolute.

As Unkar was about to grasp her, Kylo used his trident and fired at him. Since the weapon could easily cut through rocks, it had no trouble ripping through Unkar, splitting him in two.

By the time Kylo reached her, her eyes had closed. He enclosed her in his arms and jetted to the surface at light speed.

Once there, he looked down at her as he held her close. Her pulse still beat though her eyes remained closed. Sweeping her towards the shore, Kylo placed her gently over the sand.

This would probably be the closest he had ever gotten to her. After they parted, he would think of her every day, not even knowing her name.

His fingers gently brushed against her cheek and neck. She was even more beautiful up close. Why did she have to be human? Why was it, that the only time he ever showed interest in someone, they were of a different species?

Before saying goodbye, Kylo kissed the womans wet forehead, slicking back some hair strands that stuck to her face. Reaching for his tail, he picked off a scale to give to her. Maybe, if she had seen him for a moment, it would remind her of him.

Once he looked upon the girls face, her eyes opened. Kylo thought she would scream, but she was still. Probably still weak from before. But her eyes, oh, those eyes. He had never seen hazel until that moment.

“If only you were a mermaid,” he said. “I’d make you my queen and be your devoted servant. You would live in my grand palace with me and sit on my throne. You will have the most beautiful pearls and gems to wear and a tail like no other, so the other mermaids may envy you. I would place a crown of gold upon your hair and let the entire ocean know that you’re mine.”

She looked at him as if nobody ever spoke to her that way before, like she wasn’t used to being charmed. Then he realized right there that no one ever had. The girl was confused, as if she didn’t know how to respond.

“What would I call you?” 

“Rey!”

Kylo looked up as he heard a mans voice. No, two mens voices. 

Not wanting to be seen by human men, Kylo slithered back into the water and took off. 

So her name was Rey, like a drop of golden sun. He liked it.

Hiding behind a rock, he saw two men help her up. Before they were able to carry her off, Rey looked back at the water, as if she were looking for somebody. 


Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed this mess. <3

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Happy Manatee Appreciation Day!

The Florida manatee, Florida’s state marine mammal, is a large aquatic relative of the elephant. They are grayish brown in color and have thick, wrinkled skin on which there is often a growth of algae. Their front flippers help them steer, or sometimes crawl, through shallow water. They also have powerful, flat tails that help propel them through the water. 

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On this day in music history: May 25, 1970 - “All Right Now” by Free is released. Written by Andy Fraser and Paul Rodgers, it is the third single release and biggest hit for the London based hard rock/blues band from London, UK. Formed in 1968, the four members of Free, lead singer Paul Rodgers, bassist Andy Fraser, drummer Simon Kirke and guitarist Paul Kossoff are all still teenagers when they play their first live gig at a London pub in April of that year. The band are given their name by musician Alexis Korner, a pivotal and highly important figure in London’s blues/rock scene, with many future superstars including Rolling Stones members Charlie Watts, Keith Richards, Mick Jagger and Brian Jones, as well as future Cream members Jack Bruce and Ginger Baker pass through the ranks of Korner’s band Blues Incorporated. Within several months, Free are attracting big crowds to their live performances and are signed to Island Records in the UK (and A&M Records in the US). Their first two albums sell modestly and yield no major hits. In January of 1970, Free return to the studio to begin work on their third album. Paul Rodgers and Andy Fraser form a solid songwriting partnership over the previous albums, and write five of the seven songs for the new album. Fraser writes the music for “All Right Now” after a show at the Durham Students Union at Durham University in about ten minutes. Rodgers writes the lyrics while waiting for the rest of the band to pick him up for a gig. Band mates Kossoff and Kirke initially don’t think much of the song, but agree to record it. The basic track is recorded completely live at Trident Studios in London, with Rodgers overdubbing his lead vocal on the song at another session. Buried at the end of the second side of the “Fire And Water”, the five and a half minute plus track is edited for single release, and issued a month ahead of the album. Initially, the record attracts very little attention, but their fortunes change when US radio stations begin playing the song during the Summer. The turning point in the UK comes after Free play the legendary Isle Of Wight festival on August 31, 1970. From there, the record explodes, quickly rising to #2 on the UK singles chart. In the US, “All Right Now” enters the Hot 100 at #96 on August 15, 1970, peaking at #4 on October 17, 1970. The success of the single propels the “Fire And Water” album to #2 on the UK album chart, #17 on the Billboard Top 200, turning Gold in both countries. Now established as a classic rock anthem, “All Right Now” is covered by numerous artists, including versions by The Runaways, Rod Stewart, The Alarm and former Wham! background vocalists Pepsi & Shirlie. Steve Miller is inspired to write “Rock ‘N’ Me” (#1 Pop) in 1976 as a tribute to guitarist Paul Kossoff after his untimely passing. Free’s original version becomes one of the most played songs in the history of US radio, with more than three million plays by 2006.

Water & Ice: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanoff x Reader (Part 1)

A/N: So this is Part 1 of probably two to three total parts to this little mini series thing, I just got typing and it ended up being VERY long. If this part goes well I will post more of it :) This is kind of like an intro.

Request: hello so could you write a fic where you’re still in high school and shield finds you because of your powers over ice and water and when you move in with the team nat and steve start acting like over protective moms because you’re so young

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Childish Fun.

Request from @emma-hook-ouat: Going swimming with Killian AU. I really want it to be cute and love so water fights, slashing, surprise kisses, ect.

Note: Hope this is okay! Never done an AU before so I’m a little unsure as to how well it went!

Killian Jones x Reader (College AU)

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Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their wonderful creators <3

You should never go swimming with a certain Killian Jones; not only was he one of the best swimmers in college but he was also your boyfriend….which meant that half the time his red-blooded male ways got the better of him and stopped any kind of swimming from taking place when his hands went wandering. Yet here you were in the pool with him for the third morning that week

No one else was around at such an ungodly hour of the morning, not even the sun had made an appearance yet, but you both found that this was the best time to come here as it meant you had the whole pool to yourself….just in case Killian pulled his usual tricks.

“Looks like you’re losing your touch there Killian!”

As you continued to swim at a fast pace you risked looking over your shoulder at him to send the snarky remark in his direction….big mistake. Although he was a good few paces behind you he had a very good way of managing to propel water with his hand at a ridiculously vast distance and before you could turn back round you found yourself receiving a whole load of it in your face as his deep laugh bellowed out.

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To our customers and fans, please remember that Mertailor has over 16 years of making swimmable mermaid tails. Over the years we are always working on new product development. We have effectively eliminated the need of an “additional” monofin to produce a fully functional mermaid tail. We have replaced the monofin with a full silicone foot-pocket and adjusted the thickness and the rigidity of the fluke so no blade is required. The cushy silicone foot pocket is permanently integrated into the tail fluke with attached straps that are stretchy, conform nicely to your ankles, and are extremely comfortable to wear. Yes, it will propel you through the water at a gracious speed with little effort. There may be others who have attempted this method or similar products, but we have created something that is the first of its kind. Without seeing it in person of using it yourself, it would be very difficult to admit that. #mertailor #themertailor #mermaid #mermaidtail #mermaiden #mermaidlife #mermaidvibes #boomerang #instadaily #spellbound #instaart #beachlife #mermaidhair #fairytail #florida #monofin #positivevibes #littlemermaid #realmermaid #efficiency #silicone #diving #freediving #spellboundtail @cherienoel @shannontooker @mermaidmakayla8326

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moonlight calling

(a brief gay mermaid love story)

Stars around the lovely moon
hide back their brilliant figure
whenever she, waxing full, shines
[on all] earth
…silver…
Sappho (Gallavotti 15)


The men are drowning. It is of little consequence to her, but she watches anyway. The remains of their ship list helplessly to the side, hull splintered into fragments, canvas sails bowing under the weight of the lapping waves. Jagged rocks bite sharp through Macedonian pine, planks eviscerated by stone and sandbank, the bow lost in the choking eddy of brine.

The men who escaped the wreckage flounder in the water, heavy clothes and boots dragging them below the surface. Those in armor sink faster, delicately sculpted bronze forcing them under the waves, the weight of their swords dragging them into the murk. She thinks it suits them to die at the hands of their own vanity.

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Mario Kart 7 - Nintendo 3DS | $19.99 Buy-Now!

  • Players can compete in local wireless matches or online over a broadband Internet connection.
  • The game supports both SpotPass and StreetPass features.
  • Players can show their own style by customizing their vehicles with accessories that give them a competitive advantage. For instance, giant tires help a kart drive off-road, while smaller tires work best on city courses.
  • People can choose to race as one of their favorite Mushroom Kingdom characters or even as their Mii character.
  • The Mario Kart franchise continues to evolve. New kart abilities add to the wild fun that the games are known for. On big jumps, a kart deploys a wing to let it glide over a track shortcut. When under water, a propeller pops out to help the kart cruise across the sea floor.

anonymous asked:

Could you please write a oneshot with haru running a fever (burning up, chills, headaches, etc) and makoto taking care of him?

Makoto startled awake, blinking blearily against the light of the desk lamp.

He wiped at the drool that had accumulated beneath his cheek, subsequently gluing his history notes to his face. He peeled the paper off with a grimace and rubbed the residual sleep from his eyes.

He must’ve konked out while they’d been studying.

Makoto glanced over his shoulder, expecting to find his friend asleep on the floor, blanketed by a pile textbooks. But the room was empty. Strange.

“Haru?”

Makoto rolled his shoulders, pushing up from the desk he’d been slumped over. As far as he could tell, the house was dead silent.

“Hey, Haru?” Light illuminated the hallway leading to the bathroom. The door was ajar but it was dark inside; even so, Makoto knocked softly. Receiving no response, he stepped inside and flicked on the light. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of his best friend sitting in the bathtub.

“What in the world are you doing? It’s two in the morning.”

He’d spoken quietly, voice still hopelessly clogged with sleep, but he’d expected some sort of reaction. Haruka didn’t move. His head remained bowed to his chest and his shoulders drooped, hands resting limply between his thighs in the water.

He was swaying gently, steam curling in ghostly tendrils around his naked torso. As he approached, Makoto noticed that his eyes were closed, lips parted slightly as his chest rose and fell in a deep, congested sounding rhythm. Makoto frowned as he sat down on the closed toilet seat; was Haruka…asleep?

As he reached out to touch his friend’s shoulder, he noticed that Haruka was trembling; little shudders running in intervals down the length of his spine, causing his muscles to momentarily seize up as he rode out the wave.

Makoto rested his hand on the other boy’s shoulder, surprised at the heat he felt radiating from his friend’s bare skin.

“Haru,” he urged softly, “wake up.”

Haruka inhaled a slow, shaky breath. His eyelids fluttered, blinking dazedly as he lifted his head. Dull confusion was evident on his face as he stared at his hands floating in the cooling water. Makoto watched his throat bob with a thick swallow as another shudder traveled through his body.

“Haru,” Makoto repeated. “What are you doing in here?”

Any other time of the day, Makoto could, (sort of), understand. But the middle of the night? That was cause for concern.

Haruka swallowed again, tongue clicking multiple times, as though getting his mouth to work was a monumental task.

“I…was cold.” His voice was a nearly inaudible rasp of labored breath.

“Okay,” Makoto nodded, still trying to understand. “But don’t you think you’d be warmer in bed?”

“I dunno,” Haruka shook his head, water droplets propelling off the ends of his hair as his upper body wilted. “‘M just…r-really cold.”

Makoto knelt down at the edge of the tub, reaching out to place a palm against his friend’s forehead. Haruka let out a little gasp before his eyes fluttered, practically melting into the touch.

“Ahh, geez, Haru,” Makoto cringed as his hand made contact, using his thumb to brush away damp bangs. “You’re really sick.”

Haruka’s only response was a small whine as Makoto pulled his hand away. He swayed precariously, jolting upright just before his forehead collided against the faucet.

“Whoa, okay,” Makoto quickly gripped his shoulders as he reached for a towel. “How ‘bout we get you back to bed, huh?”

“Can’t,” Haruka whispered, a pained expression creasing his brow.

“Why not?” Makoto asked gently, rubbing a steadying hand between his friend’s shoulder blades.

“Diz’…so dizzy,” Haruka swallowed again, panting softly as he lowered his forehead to rest against the edge of the tub. “Can’t m-move…right now.”

“I’m gonna help you, all right? Here, come on,” Makoto eased his grip underneath Haruka’s arms, carefully urging him upright.

Haruka moaned, squeezing his eyes shut as the scenery spun around him. He wrapped his arms clumsily around Makoto’s neck, nose bumping against the older boy’s collarbone as Makoto picked him up out of the water.

He couldn’t help smiling when he noticed Haru’s swim suit. If there was one thing that could be said for Haruka Nanese, it was his aptitude for consistency.

Makoto settled the other boy down on the toilet seat, wrapping him up in the towel and using a separate one to dry his hair.

“C-cold,” Haruka chattered, shivering violently even within the confines of the fluffy towel. He jerked forward with a few harsh coughs. They were deep and congested, rattling low in his chest; he was struggling to inhale without choking.

“I know,” Makoto frowned, rubbing up and down Haruka’s arms in an attempt to warm him up. “I’m sorry. I know you are.”

Haruka slumped forward until his head was resting against Makoto’s shoulder, hot breath caressing over Makoto’s skin as he panted through the waves of vertigo.

“Don’t feel good,” Haru keened, pressing his forehead hard against Makoto’s neck in an attempt to stabilize his tilting world. Another congested cough wracked his frame, eliciting a miserable groan.

“I know,” Makoto repeated, rubbing a slow arc over his friend’s back. “Listen, you need to get some sleep. Maybe drink some water.”

“Wanna…wanna get back in t-the water,” Haruka slurred, throat working with another thick swallow. “’S warm. Please.”

He didn’t stop murmuring into Makoto’s shoulder about the water as the older boy helped him change and carried him back to bed. Makoto settled Haruka under the covers before switching on the lamp.

Haruka immediately winced away from the light, whimpering as he curled into himself.

“Sorry,” Makoto apologized, reaching for Haruka’s half-empty water bottle. “Does your head hurt?”

Haru made a noncommittal noise in his throat before muttering something else about the water.

“It’s not gonna dry up,” Makoto assured his delirious friend, petting his hair. “It’ll be here when you wake up. Promise.”

Haruka’s face scrunched up as he glared at Makoto with glassy, disbelieving eyes. He made a tiny, distressed noise, woozily trying to push up on his elbows.

Shh, relax,” Makoto soothed, cupping his hand around the back of Haruka’s neck to settle him down. “It’s all right, Haru. You’re gonna be all right.”

Haruka fell back against the pillows, breaths growing slower as he drifted in and out of consciousness.

It was only a few minutes later when Makoto felt him kick restlessly at the blankets. “Hey, what’s the matter?” he asked gently, rubbing his thumb in circles over Haruka’s fever flushed cheek.

“’S too hot,” Haru mumbled, squirming uncomfortably.

Makoto sighed as he peeled back the layers of blankets cocooning the sick boy. It was going to be a long night.

You’ll Be In My Heart.

Canon divergence for 6x17. David goes through the portal to little Emma. Daddy Charming.

“Charming, no!” was the last thing he heard before the garbled noises of the portal surrounded him. He felt as though he’d been propelled through the water at top speed. All the air rushed out of his lungs and his throat burned as he fought to breathe.

It ended as quickly as it had began. He felt his hands and knees collide with rough wood. He could just make out a muffled, scared voice over the pounding of his heart in his ears but he couldn’t answer. Not until he got his breath back.
When he did, he slowly raised his head to face the tiny girl sitting wide eyed on the bed, headphones discarded. His mouth fell open. She was more beautiful than she had looked from the other side. Bright golden hair, sparkling green eyes with the hope slowly inching out of them,a tiny button nose. She looked like the princess she was, the princess she should have grown up to be. For a moment, he saw a tiara on her golden locks, her dressed in a white ballgown and slippers. It was a fleeting image but one he’d save forever.

Right now, she was backing against the wall, staring at him with her jaw practically on the floor. He couldn’t blame her. A strange man appears in a little girl’s bedroom after falling through the wall. She’s bound to be frightened.
When she opened her mouth to scream, he snapped into action.

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ninarrith  asked:

q: top 3 kestrin aus?

alright *cracks knuckles* let’s do this

warning: severe case of rambling, read at your own risk

ok, so because i’m bad at keeping things short and concise and i literally never shut up, here’s what we’re gonna do: divide this into two! brilliant! first part’s gonna be in world AUs and the second part - out of world AUs, because why not

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Siren AU - Birthday gift

A little drabble for a certain bandage wasting idiot’s birthday, I hope everyone enjoys it~

He wasn’t far from the ship, maybe a kilometre or so, but the ship had anchored for the night and the blazing light of the vessel. After a while, he had stopped paddling, balancing them on the sides of his small boat. At his specific location, he was directly under the light of the moon, he could see the full moon without being hindered by any drifting clouds. It was a beautiful night. At least, it would be beautiful had Chuuya been here with him, watching as the waves rippled against his boat while the light of the moon sparkled of them.

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Crossed Lines

A birthday fic for @cinensis because he is awesome and deserving of good things on his great day. And I’m bringing together the best of both worlds!

It had been what some might call an astronomical anomaly: a strange combination of gravity fields and heavenly alignments and stray, confused energies, tangling and turning and taking entities that should have been in one place and moving them elsewhere. To a normal mortal living their day-to-day lives, it may not feel like anything was out of place, but for beings and guardians who exist within the realm of such an event, it was…a very bizarre day.

Bizarre, because at some point when the storm was at its apex, Genos the Sun God opened his eyes into inky darkness. Not the emptiness of space, but another kind of solitude, and it felt like an entire world was on top of him. Water. He was under a great ocean, at its very deepest. And…

Genos?

At the sound of his name, he turned, and the shadows were broken by colorful lights, glowing and blinking. Between them, particles danced, suspended, and the creature with too-familiar eyes was coming towards him, floating through the water, fin swaying through the depths.

“Saitama?”

He approached him immediately, hands moving to touch his face, and Saitama flinched. He looked so different…at first he thought that he might pull away, but after a moment, he reached forward as well, touching the jewelry and tattoos around his eyes. His hands were webbed and even despite the slickness of scales he knew him. He would always know him. Is this really you?

“I think…I believe that I am Genos from another time. Another plane of existence, coexisting with the Genos of your space.”

Saitama just stared.

“Mostly, yes.”

He nodded slowly, and then his mouth curved up in a way that must have been a smile. I’m not going to say that I get it, but…I’m always happy to see you.

Genos smiled too, softly running his finger along the glowing orb on Saitama’s forehead, smooth and warm. Saitama took his other hand as his eyes closed, bubbles escaping from the gills on his neck. A content sigh.

“I feel the same.”

“Dude, what happened to your legs?”

“I am an underwater research cyborg, Sensei. They help me to propel through the water for an extensive period of time, and they have been made to withstand great amounts of pressure, and…um…Sensei?”

Saitama had walked behind Genos and grabbed his ponytail, running it through his fingers. “Your hair is really long,” he mused.

Genos reached back to remove his hair tie, careful to keep it grasped in his hand. He still had no idea how exactly he had wound up on the moon, but he wasn’t about to try any tests as to when the gravity would affect him and when it would not. For now, he seemed to be able to sit on the large moonrock while Saitama wandered around him, inspecting him thoroughly.

“It’s different. I like it.”

As Saitama returned to stand in front of him, Genos touched his robes, fingering the beautiful, light fabric before finally resting his palms on his waist. He had always wondered what Saitama would look like, as a human, and now that he was here - well, a version of him anyway - it was interesting, but…his Saitama was perfect just the way he was.

When he glanced up, he realized that Saitama’s eyes were full of tears. “Sensei,” he said, gathering him close, rubbing his back gently. “Please forgive me. I know I may not appear as you are used to seeing me, but…”

“Shut up, idiot.” He still stroked Genos’s hair, drying his eyes against the strands. “I don’t care about that. I just don’t get to see you enough.”

Genos squeezed him tight. Some things seemed to be consistent no matter where he was.

“You were a fish, Saitama.”

“…what?! How could I be a fish? How the heck would that work?”

Genos…you glowed so bright. And you were warmer than anything I’ve ever felt.

“I can be warm too, Sensei…”

Together again, the universe was righted, and despite the strange circumstances of the day, the love shared by each remained the same, an unending spark in a sea of stars and worlds.

From the Gold Medal to the Silver Ring (Swimmer!Luke)

summary: Luke may have won a shining medal, but he won’t be the only one leaving with something shiny that day.

word count: 1,387

a/n: this is really long, sorry! I got carried away lol

for @anarchyaustralia and @gladsyoucame‘s olympic!5sos blurb night!

not my gif!

Swimmer!Luke getting ready to dive into the water for the first time at the Olympics. About ten minutes ago, he joined the rest of the Australian swimming team and his coach in a talk right before each of them had to jump into the pool.

This being said, Luke hasn’t seen his lovely girlfriend in about three hours and it’s dragging him on. He tried to stare into the crowd and see your eyes piercing back at him, however there was just too many people sitting in the stands.

He knows you’re out there watching him and that’s enough to get him moving. “Five minutes till we dive Hemmo,” Ashton, his teammate, notes knocking Luke out of his imagination.

“Alright, thanks man.” Luke responds, taking a deep break and grabbing his cap and goggles. Walking out to the open stadium was thrilling. The screams became louder and the fans went crazy. It was all so new to Luke and from that moment he wanted to stand there forever, soaking in the energy.

All moments have to end, Luke drags his feet to in front of his corresponding number; his nerves start to kick in and the butterflies begin to flutter inside his stomach.

I can do this, take one home for Australia. Luke can almost hear your voice in the back of his mind reciting all the positive words you spoke to him prior to his departure. Oh, how he wishes he could run to you and have you whisper soothing words into his ear.

Taking his time, Luke removes his jacket and pants leaving him almost naked to the world in his black and blue competitive swim wear. Your voice rings inside his mind once again.

You look like a shark Luke, sharks take what they want.

You want the gold.

From the stands Y/N stare at her boyfriend of two years. She couldn’t believe he made it to this point. Of course she never doubted him, she’s so proud of him and how far he’s come.

“You can do it Luke, I believe in you.” Y/N whispers to herself, watching her boyfriend’s broad body as he strips of his jacket.

Luke’s blue eyes stare into the water, almost identical to the color of the pool. He’s once again interrupted by a loud beep signaling him to stand on his numbered platform, 5.

This was the moment Luke’s been training for, basically his whole life. The open water almost taunts him, calling out to Luke to dive in already. The other countries’ swimmers stand on their platforms, the United States and Brazil almost squishing Luke on either side of him. Scanning both of them, Luke’s nerves come back.

How was he supposed to beat Michael Phelps and João de Lucca at their own game?

Another beep makes Luke’s body automatically go into position, about .5 seconds until he gets to feel the water go through his hands. He stares out into the deep pool, imagining him at the front of the herd of swimmers.

He can do this.

Y/N stands in place biting on her fingernails, she’s probably more nervous than Luke at this moment. She knows he can do this, just needs a little more confidence. She can’t stop her mouth from moving.

“Go Luke! I believe in you!” Y/N’s voice breaks the silence in the room. She made her presence known and Luke definitely heard her voice vibrate through the arena.

Luke did hear her, although he didn’t get a chance to respond before the announcer’s voice boomed through saying the word Luke was not looking forward to.

His body naturally falls forward into the water just like the millions of times he’s done it at practice. His arms glide through the water propelling himself forward, just nanoseconds before the American to his right. However, Luke doesn’t focus on him. He pays attention to how his body moves and his arms slicing through the waves created by the other swimmers.

Luke makes it to the other side, quickly turns and kicks off the wall with as much force he can put into his long legs. His mind flashes blank; the only images coming into mind is her girlfriend and the ring he placed snug in his Australian swimming jacket just on a few feet away on the bench.

Luke feels his body react and the adrenaline pumps with his blood. He knows the Brazilian and American swimmers are right on his tail. Squeezing his body for the last ounce of energy he kicks his legs harder and swings his arms out. Out of the corner of his eye he sees the crowd and quickly sees his platform.

The end is in his sight, just a little more.

Luke continues to power his arms and legs. About 2 seconds later his fingertips brush a wall and Luke’s eyes bulge quickly under his goggles before he slams his palm onto the wall, keeping his place in the scoreboard.

Lifting his head out of the water, Luke clearly hears all the scream and shouts echoing through the arena. To his right the American, Michael, takes off his goggles and turns to Luke.

“Good job kid,” He smiles at Luke. What was he talking about?

“Hemmings, look at the score board.” Phelps voice announces.

Luke turns to the direction of the enormous scoreboard. He sucks in a breath and stares at it, hoping his eyes will focus and stop playing tricks on him.

1st Luke Hemmings, Australia – 46.62

All the air escapes Luke’s lungs and he slams his fist down on the water smiling and laughing. He won his first medal, and it was gold! Luke, like the nice guy he is, turns to the other swimmers beside him, shaking their hands and accepting the congrats they give him.

Luke feels on top of the world.

Ashton reaches his hand down to Luke’s level and pulls him up, “Luke, you got the gold!” His teammates voice cracking to let out some giggles and smiles. He pulls him in for a hug, obviously not caring Luke is soaking wet.

A high pitched voice calls out to Luke, steadily increasing until another body jumps and wraps around his torso. Luke just barely catching himself to prevent them from jumping into the water.

“Luke, I’m so proud of you. I knew you could do it-“ Y/N doesn’t finish her praise because Luke pushes his wet lips onto her dry ones. Luke slowly places Y/N onto her own two feet, backing out of the kiss and looking her in the eyes.

Luke smiles at her and wraps his arm around Y/N’s shoulders, just grabbing his jacket before they’re both stopped by an interviewer.

“Luke, how does it feel to win your first Olympic medal and it being gold?” The lady smiles and points her microphone towards Luke.

“Well, it feels great. I just turned 20 and I would never believe 5 years ago I’d win my first gold Olympic medal at this age. The other swimmers were just as fast and gave me some competition.” He responds, his accent coming out a bit stronger than usual

“And Y/N, you’re American; how did you pick between cheering on Australia or America?” The interviewer laughs, giving the microphone to Y/N.

“I must admit, it was kind of tough to decide, but here I am.” Y/N snuggles further into Luke’s lean frame, him smiling down at her.

“M’am, if I may.” Luke reaches for the microphone and grabs it out of the lady’s hand.

“Y/N, this is kind of an unusual place to do what I’m about to do, however it can’t wait.” Luke digs around in his jacket pocket and pulls out a black velvet box.

“Don’t worry, I’m not proposing YET.” Luke slowly opens the box to reveal a silver shining band. A promise ring.

“I want to be with you, I know I want you to be mine. And I want to see you at every and any swimming event I go to. Whether it be the Olympics or something so small as swimming in the pool with my little cousins. Will you accept this ring and promise to be with me and see what the future has in store with us?”

Needless to say, Luke and Y/N both walking out with shining jewelry equally matching their vibrant smiles.

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Her tail propelling her faster, the water flying by as she swam at top speeds, her hair whipping behind her, and the bubbles left in her wake. PG jumped out of the water and flipped, landing in the water and continuing this process until she got tired. She noticed the beach she normally hung out at, though there was no real way to tell if it was the same one as before, and swam towards it. Her tail split into two long tanned legs as she swam to the shore, sitting down because she couldn't walk.

On the beach, a mermaid sat. However she got up there without transforming her tail seas a bit of a mystery, except that she wasn’t origonally one.
Bfly sat there, waiting for high tide, before the smell of the ocean,for stronger, she felt the waved in her chest. That was it, the presence she had been investigating. Ultra hadnt seemed to want to see it. (“It’s probably just a colossal squid, Bfly,” “just a water mage, Bfly,”) she’d show him. She evened her breathing and sat up, looking at the source of the presence.

… . why did the presence have to look like a mortal she once knew?
She hasn’t realized it as she spiraled into A deep thought process, but she was staring at her through slightly luminous eyes.