#'fishie brain'

[starmocha]

No, no, no, I can't get over how cute this entire chat is!!! 🥹🥹🥹

[th3e-m4ng0]

blub blub

their actual colors

[greeniegaes]

Just your local fish yao thinking about how to save his master and the tyrant prince wanting to kiss said fish

[weirdfishy]

gotta urgent need for some not-quite-yet punkflower where hobie is chillin in some rubble post-(successful) battle all knackered out n miles is visiting (idk bc he just told his parents abt spiderman n it went well so he's bursting at the seems with love at being accepted n all yea? he's gotta tell someone, and why not him? why not hobie? it's no one else but hobie he's gotta tell, if he's being honest with himself [denile is not a river in his egypt, ok pav?] so yeah, he finds himself on 138) n catches the tail end of the battle, tracks down where hobie decided to make a couch outta concrete and lands in front of him, buzzing with cheezy lovey dovey feelins of elation, top o' the fucken world, and asks on abt hobie, rambling until hobie just lifts a hand, a silent ask for help up, (always asking for connection always makin sure they're actually there) n miles, have i mentioned he's happy? he's straight up a sap, so he takes that hand.

he takes that hand gently, bending at the waist a bit, dramatically sweeping back his other arm, bowing, for hell's sake, n plants a kiss on the back of hobie's hand, nice n proper, with a cheeky wink to boot (he'd finally fixed the eye mechanisms last week, thanks to penny), before pulling up new london's own spiderman chest to chest with a bright laugh that puts a different kind of stars in hobie's eyes, half dancing half belting out a song in spanish he doesn't quite understand but knows all the words to (it's some continental dialect, nothing his mami speaks, but would filter out the headphones of that kid in his building he walked w in middle school everyday)

before the sirens start getting closer n hobie can feel the warmth of miles-- the warmth of his smile, his hair that's still sparking from transdimensional travel, his arms, chest, laughter, everything, n all at once it pulls every affectionate n pining bit of hobie to the surface, if he weren't wearing his mask his blush would be so impossibly visible it's straight mad how much hobie loves n adores miles, how much seeing miles be happy lights hobie's whole fucking world

and oh, hobie's never seen a god he didn't punch, never believed in any one he couldn't, but right now, with his fingers entwined with miles', aches leaving his bones like he's never felt his left shoulder twinge the second it drops below 21 just because miles just yelled fuck off to the approaching pigs, he could fall to his knees n swear pious fealty to milesmilesmiles.

but hobie is cool (never has a label stuck to him like the one miles has given him), and his real, livin n breathing god is starting to ramble, so hobie webs them upupup, heat along his back as god wraps arms around him, breath on his neck as home weaves tales into the leather wrapping it.

then miles hears hobie's stomach growl, so he starts pulling them away from the path of what he knows is towards hobie's flat, and towards what he swears is the only good puerto rican food in the whole of hobie's haunt, his excitement steamrolling over his usual stuttering spanish, exchanging shouts n jeers with everyone behind the counter

bc everyone knows him, like miles has lived here, earth-138, new london, his whole life, like hobie brown being dragged into the shop every other week by miles morales to get the same two plates (n an extra something for miles to gush over n hobie to taste) is how the rest of this life will go, like hobie n miles are together, in a way that the unsubtle looks the owner's kid at the register is aiming at miles' left hand are correct, but don't involve stuffy socially religious systems like marriage

but they're not, as much as hobie would love to kiss miles, gaze into his eyes for ages, hear his laughter, his off-key singing, his scritch-scritch of something on paper everyday-- bc he can't go abt this like he does everyone else, can't do it with half a foot out the door n a shrug as agreed; it's gotta be both feet on the floor, n it's gotta be for the rest of this life, so he'll take what he can get, and he'll take the distance n devotion, take the faith n the heartache. take what he can get from his god, glad to be touched by his god, glad to be loved by his god, across universes n the fall from his bed to the futon on the floor where miles decides to lay his head for choice holy nights

(hobie doesn't know miles is putting himself at the base of his god's shrine, hoping for his deity to fall into his arms, spikes n all, (ready, so ready to tear apart dimensions again for hobie, to bleed and cry n go to war for hobie) fingers splaying on the side of the mattress warmwarmwarm after hobie starts snoring, before they slip down softly, a prayer imparting from the pads, memorizing the patterns of his god's breath, the smell of the room, the borrowed shirt he wears, the sounds of a second city he calls home, thrumming full with a bass note plucked from an electric guitar, usually shaky hands sure n still picking out a different shape to hobie's eyebrow piercing, deftly screwing a star onto the bar. miles brings offerings to his god in pins n patches on clothing, stickers n torn out sketches decorating a shrine)

so they'll song n dance in new york, in new london; learning each other's cities, earths, haunts, people, arts, each other, like new scars for the collection- permanent and signs of living, odes to loving and protecting.

chest to chest, fingers entwined, warmth in the skies above cities, right on the edge of it all until they fall together, eyes wide open, gods broken down into blood and teeth and lovelovelove

not-quite-yet 2 - 3

. my ko-fi 💛

ao3 link

[fishcop]

DND OC STUFF BECAUSE I LOVE THEM

[pyrajanison]

PJ Figment Doodles 1

A couple of Figments that appear in PJ’s mind. There is a story behind each. (Details below the cut) Edit: probably gonna redo the timing on this so it matches the speed from the game.

💜💙Commission me on Ko-Fi💙💜

The little friend : The crows keep her company. Always have.

The outsider looking in : A reflection, or is she the reflection?

Forgotten dream : Where have you been?!

The third one : Compensates for the trauma.

Fear of Future : Hoping it's just the anxiety talking.

What was chased : Needed it to live... but am I still alive?

The back entrance : The outsider is scratching to get in.

The eyes within : Something was here before her.

Ever looking : Each branch an eye, more growing by the day.

What was lost : The shape no longer is like this.

Dream of flight : Ocean spray and ocean breeze, uplifting.

[sea-lanterns]

I find it funny how you get horniest asks one second and not even a moment later it's just silliest thing ever. The mating call asks took me out.

I like it when my blogs get like this! As fun as it is to thirst about horny stuff, I also like to talk about silly things 😌

I feel like things get boring when it’s just countless smut on top of smut. I like to spice up the topics from time to time with fluff or funny things that I think the fictional women would do! I hope my fishies don’t mind the whiplash…

[naffeclipse]

Once I wrap up editing, I'll post my new fic tonight 🖤🤍

[fatal-blow]

I've been loosening up my shoulder more and at one point i loosened something in my neck and pulled that back into place and. im starting to realize that whatever i did i can see, think, smell, and hear more clearly now. very bizarre.

[orions-hound]

more bloodswap edits i have, exclusively of marvus, trying to translate the circus ringleader vibe to also be aquatic was kinda neat ! heres normal, non-violet marvus with just the outfit :

[ilildefoxy]

Da fish is watching over you~

[leadendeath]

/positive

[noxnixnoxp]

Fish

[starfilled-galaxy]

Gawqaahhhq ilyttt Waykoo /qp

Can I show you art that Im making for my art exam? :>

HIHIHIHI HELOOOOOOOO

YEYEYE SURE !!!!!! HEHE

I was rlly worried for a while ^^;

[soybeenss]

draggins

(iceberg + heartbender from @wings-of-fire-adopts , moosewood from @cinnamon-flame )

[stunie]

UM. IS IT SUPPOSED TO FEEL OMINOUS