#🌊 | message in a bottle / asks

[captainseamech]

if ht is half dragon, does that mean he can lay eggs???

[dancingfins]

Intro Post

🦇 My name is Muerta! I use they and she :)

🪵 I’m 22, a bisexual demig*rl. I have a bf he’s a werewolf in denial <3

🐚 i am freshwater mermaidkin! i’m also fictionkin (dorothy gale), fairyhearted, and dollhearted

🌊 i am indigenous (taíno 🌺) and my identity is woven into my spiritual beliefs and practices

🦋 please feel free to message me or ask questions! i’m always stoked to meet more critters. my main is @tricerastop

Tags

# howdy bubbles -> original post or reblog commentary :)

# mermaid sighting -> irl photos

# message in a bottle -> asks

[juneinparadise]

🌴 ;; “ Bloody hell-- I know we're supposed to be on vacation and all, but Von made one of these, so I decided to make one too. „

🌊 ;; “ Hi, name's June! Currently on vacation with my friends, so I probably won't be here too often for the next few days, but I will check in every now and then!! „

🌴 ;; “ He/She works fine!! „

🌊 ;; “ I'll use different tags for different types of posts, but I don't.. exactly.. have names for the tags yet. Scratch that, the tag for responding to asks is "#a message from the sea"!! I thought it sounded cool, because.. You know, bottles coming from the sea, and they have little notes inside them? „

// ALSO also, ooc!! the tag for ooc posts will be "#the voices call from the waves" :3 \\

🌴 ;; “ That.. should be all? Maybe? We need to unpack our bags sooner or later, even though im probably going to go sightseeing beforehand, and I'm trying to hurry this up. So, see you later! „

[astrangerthatcares]

TW: s/h talk hey, recently ive been under a lot of stress because of personal issues and school starting back up again. it was all so much that i relapsed but not too badly, thank goodness. now, a few days later, the wounds have healed and i'm restarting my streak when I find this blog. (personal best: 8 months :D)

i'll most likely be reading through the resources on this blog to try and find alternatives just in case something like this (almost) happens again, and i just want to say, to whoever admins this blog: Thank you. And to those who are thinking of hurting yourself as a way to deal with stuff going on in ur life, please don't. In the words of my closest friend: "Once you start, it stays with you." ive always felt bad about venting to anyone because I didn't want to worry them with my troubles, and there are many people who I don't trust due to them having connections to my overbearing parents. Nonetheless, it's still important to be able to just let it out sometimes, because when you bottle it up, it's like sealing dry ice in an airtight container and microwaving it. The pressure keeps building until you reach that breaking point and it just explodes. That's why it's important to have a safe outlet for all of this. (Originally, this ask was just supposed to be a thank-you to this blog, but I get the feeling there are others who need to see this as well.) (Also, I get the feeling I may return in the future, so can I be sea-dragon anon? 🌊🐉)

Sea dragon anon, thanks for this! I hope you don't relapse again, but if it happens I am here to help. I also think your message is important because a lot of people don't tell and they do end up exploding as you said. Something I am doing now that I haven't felt too well is play chess. I am horrible at it, but it relaxes me. Try it!

If anybody wants to see me lose at chess, tell me and I'll tell you where I play online. It's also good to laugh at others people's mistakes!.

[ha-ule-nalu]

# jake’s oc blog ⸺ 『 🌊 』

༄ | she/her | 20 | main | drowning in WIPS 😔 | ༄ ༄ | url : ha'ule nalu → crashing waves | ༄

━ important links ｡ﾟ･

OC carrd (incomplete) OC masterlist (outdated & incomplete) toyhouse (empty for now)

━ tags ｡ﾟ･

꒰ [name] → tags individual ocs ꒰ visitor : [name] → tags a friend's oc ꒰ [shipname] → oc ship tags ꒰ oc asks → all oc related asks ꒰ ask games → reblogged ask games ꒰ inbox → all asks ꒰ reblog → reblogs (lol) ꒰ message in a bottle : fics (/art) → rb fics/art with ocs

[tidetales]

🫧 aloha, let the good tides roll! -vitamin sea, owl city 🫧

𓇼 welcome to the undertide! it's a little small, but it's home. and if you want, it can be your home too! any water-dwellers who wish are welcome to join us in our little sanctuary in the sea.

𓇼 you can call me auklet! gender's pretty useless to a fish (or rather, an otter) but my pronouns are she/her, it/its, and splish/splash!

𓇼 feel free to stop by for a chat! i always love meeting new friends!

[ooc ahead!]

𓇼 heyo! this is a roleplay account run as part of @mean-gills' Empires Season 3 roleplay. you can find a full list of all characters here!!

𓇼 if you're curious about the critter behind this blog, my name is zazie, and i can be found at @thecoralkids. if you see that blog in the replies/interacting with things, it's me! my pronouns are it/its. if you wanna know more about me feel free to talk to me on my main. im very friendly!

𓇼 interaction with this blog is welcomed and encouraged! send asks, reply to posts, whatever you want! however please do note that i will only be doing heavy lore with the other blogs in this roleplay. Also, no nsfw! Other than that, please go wild!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 tagging system 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

#⛵ breaking the surface - out of character #🐚 sounds from the sea - original posts #🪸 current thoughts - interactions with other rp blogs! #🌊 going with the flow - misc reblogs #🫙 message in a bottle - asks #🦐 a glimpse in the deep - builds/photos

[i'm using the ocean dividers from here for this post!]

[captainseamech]

... you look like a giant Space Marine!

".... What the Pit is a 'Space Marine'?"

[captainseamech]

Cmon big guy! Show us your build!

"Comparin' my 'build' to Optimus is kind of redundant, I'm built like a tank and yet I'm a submarine. But if that makes ye go away..." High Tide lightly readjusted his joints, opened and closed his servos before he...

... fully flexed with both arms, showcasing his entire torso and arms! "That enough?"

[captainseamech]

The fact you added gums made it more terrifying. I love it

//LISTEN- originally I wasn't planning too because iirc they don't have gums but if anyone asks I'd say he has those because he's half beastformer in a way BDNDMDMKD

[captainseamech]

HOW DARE YOU BE SO FUNNY

//happy to be your local shitposter/class clown on dash

[captainseamech]

Ocean man chest? Before Sunday? You spoil us

[captainseamech]

Yknow what? Fuck you, you're stuck in your holoform for 24hours now (or as long as the mun feels like)

"... that was rude, you know that, right?"

[captainseamech]

hey big guy. catch! *throws a metal pipe at high tide*

             “Hmr?” Well, that immediately caught his attention! High Tide’s optics even changed a little as he instinctively grabbed the metal pipe with his mouth, baring his fangs a little around it. He liked it!

[captainseamech]

@brctherscnce shanted:

      It'd been ages since Optimus was able to find other Autobots after the humans began to hunt them all down because of Sentinel's betrayal-- no doubt, it'd gotten worse after everything with Quintessa and the Staff of Merlin. With many dead, and perhaps so few left still in hiding, it was no wonder that even the Prime would start losing hope. However... when he stumbled upon a ship rather familiar to him, Optimus was quick to find a familiar energon signal.       His fist quickly rapped against the metal door, earning loud CLANGS in the process. Optimus had been trying to keep himself ducked down, hidden away from the human eye-- but he NEEDED to see his old friend again. After ages.       " High Tide? " His voice hissed out as a whispery crackle. " It's me. It's Optimus. Are you in there? "       Please, for the love of Primus, let someone be there...

             High Tide was never that found of humans since he got to Earth, and the fact most of them are aware of Cybertronian life residing amongst them doesn’t help with the hard judgment from his end. Thankfully, however, he found a much nicer island to stay during most of the time with humans that are... strangely welcoming of his kind. At least no one placed a bounty on him just yet!

             Loud blows directly against his door startled the mech awake, rapidly jumping from his berth and activating his arm blades. Was that a Decepticon? Or, perhaps, humans? He made sure to dock somewhere away from the human eye this time, and even tried to hide his energon signals, but apparently it wasn’t enough... and now he was faced with a surprise visitor.

             Steady now, High Tide... you have to be careful. Even though his ship was filled to the brim with heavy weaponry, he had to take it slow. He wasn’t in any particular rush, even with the hurried knocking on his doors. He wasn’t sure if he would encounter a friend... or a foe. At this point, it could be anyone! It could be one of the Decepticons, it could be that human organization that hunts his kind in exchange for bounty, it could even be—

             A whisper by the doors made High Tide temporarily freeze a few steps from it. That voice.... He recognized it very well. Could that really be... Him? Or was that... perhaps... a trick to lure him out...?

             There’s only one way to find this out. Activating his battle mask, High Tide positioned himself just behind the doorframe and waited a few seconds after it flung open to quickly LUNGE, pressing the other against the nearest wall with the blade against their neck cables in less than five seconds... only for his expression to immediately soften behind the mask as his posture slowly relaxed, regret rapidly filling his frame as only one word was able to escape his shocked lips.

             “Opie...?”

[captainseamech]

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going.

//*softly* don’t

[captainseamech]

please, tide. spare some lore

             “It’s because of you that I turned out to be like this, and now ye expect me to simply tell ye everything?! Oh absolutely not!” Despite his bold posture... he felt something running down his cheekplates, ignoring it the best he could. “Is it yer plan to make me realize how much went wrong with me?! How much happier I was momentarily when I was a youngling just for it to be taken away due to greedy bounty hunters and people that I once called m-my friends?! If yer answer is yes then congrats, i-it’s working way too well!”

             Stuttering. Servos firmly clenched and trembling. Tears endlessly running down his features. Apparently... High Tide was prone to get extremely overwhelmed with anger and not help but let angry tears run down his faceplate. He had a better control of those... as an adult, that is. As a youngling... He suddenly lost that control entirely, wiping a few from his field of vision while holding back a sob.

             “Leave me alone...” He felt ashamed for running to the nearest corner and hide there, but that’s what he would do the most back then. Run away, hide and cry until his throat is sore. He hated it. He hated to relive such a flaw like this.