#Blue the betta

[motheline]

The world's worst siblings

I have lore surrounding red highlights on SeaWings that I plan to divulge into at a later post. But basically, Albatross and Lagoon's grandmother was a deep-sea SeaWing and some of her traits were passed down to her children and descendants, this is also why I plan to give Anemone pink highlights, as that gene is still in the royal family but over generations has faded

[heartnosekid]

deed_box_aquarium on ig

[lucyjung]

Oh well....

[zephyraes]

STIMBOARD - AQUARIUM

[ x x x - x 🐟 x - x x x ] - [ requested by @maxipad711 ] > custom requests: n/a

I wanted to try making this focusing on the aquarium, rather than the fish! I hope you like it!! :]

[draconic-ichor]

MerMoony!

Hotheaded and protective, Moon is covered in bioluminescent spots to assist with night hunts. Slightly larger than Sun, but tends to be submissive towards him during mating

Day vs Night versions:

[systimming]

Betta fish board!

- Mod Primarina + Mod Valarie.

((Sources of gifs: x, x, x | x, x, x | x, x, x ))

[rain-loves-scallops]

Here’s a little teaser for the fanfic I’ve been wanting to write about beloved water ghoul Rain…

The day Rain was summoned, it was like taking a fish out of the water to let it die. Everyone who was gathered around the Summoning Portal witnessed as an enormous wave came crashing, followed by an array of magnificent dark blue fins speckled with blood red, a long tail that was lashing everywhere and webbed hands adorned with deadly sharp claws that were trying to cling to anything they could.

Then the sounds came. Choking, wheezing as the water ghoul was suddenly finding himself on dry stone. His gills were fluttering wildly as he was trying to learn to breathe out of the water he had been carelessly swimming in mere minutes ago, his body painfully contorting as it slowly dried out.

As he saw the poor creature flopping, choking and wheezing like a freshly caught fish, Cardinal Copia wondered if he had made a mistake in the incantations. His first impulse was to take a step forward, laying what he wanted to be a reassuring, comforting hand on the ghoul’s shoulder, he let out a yelp as serrated teeth suddenly planted themselves into his flesh, the ghoul’s jaw locking, menacing growls now coming from his throat and chest. Mismatched eyes met blown out pupils, the dark blue color of the irises almost invisible.

[slimesprinkles]

betta fish

[imagine-darksiders]

Today’s acrylic paintings. A quick beach study, and a Monarch Betta! Not an actual variant (I think)

Might make him into an a5 print :)

The progress shots below -

[rookmeo]

— happy birthday to me !!!!

i'm old now. hng. but yippee its my brithday... i tried to incorporate like the birthstone (aquamarine), birthflower (daffodil) n my zodiac (pisces) :] the butterflies are to represnt that im old now. nghsn.

🦋 × ☂️ × 🦋 / ☂️ × 🦋 × ☂️ / 🦋 × ☂️ × 🦋

[lichennthropy]

What I’ve been up to recently!

Upgraded my betta Sekiro to a slightly larger tank — he’s much more active than my long finned betta who’s in a different aquarium, so he definitely needed the extra space. Probably spent way too much money on plants lol

I’ve got a glass canopy lid on the way (fingers crossed it fits lol), but other than that I’m pretty happy with where it’s at :)

[heartnosekid]

🌼 the name amani 🩵

for @faggotcollie!

🩵-🌼-🩵 / 🌼-🩵-🌼 / 🩵-🌼-🩵

[lucyjung]

Some doodles...

I havent been drawing SU stuff these days... bc im drawing not SU thing... sorry guys 😭

[princess-of-purple-prose]

Fish, 7 (For your prompts! ❤️)

Hi, anon!! Thank you for the prompt, you were the very first one to send one in! 7 was, again, the wildcard, so I randomly generated a different number to land on Yue Qingyuan (from Scum Villain)! I have no choice but to dedicate this to @bytedykes, because I told her about this prompt and she said “yqy pet fish mental health speedrun” and we went, uh, a little insane about it. Enjoy some yuefang, folks!!!!

“Mu-xiong,” Yue Qingyuan says. “I’m sorry to bother you. Are you available?”

“Yue-xiong is never a bother,” Mu Qingfang says warmly. “And I am, actually, yes. Is everything okay, Yue-xiong?”

“I think I need help.” A bit dramatic, perhaps, and Yue Qingyuan hates to trouble Mu Qingfang on a rare day off, but Yue Qingyuan and impulse have never been the best combination, and he would appreciate a second opinion.

Mu Qingfang’s voice turns hard. “Where are you? I'll come right away.”

“What—?” Yue Qingyuan stares at his phone like the blank call screen will tell him why Mu Qingfang suddenly sounds so serious. “I'm at home, but—”

“I'll be right there,” Mu Qingfang says, and hangs up.

Yue Qingyuan stares at his phone for another second, then lifts his gaze to his sparkling new aquarium. His new betta, white and black and resplendent of fin, stares back. Was his crisis of faith about his viability as a fish owner really so deserving of such urgency…?

—

“So,” Mu Qingfang says. “This was your emergency?” He looks about as unimpressed by the betta as it does by the two of them.

Yue Qingyuan feels obscurely like he’s being scolded. Mu Qingfang is one of the nicest men he knows, but that just means that his censure takes the form of a blunt instrument of mass disappointment.

“In my defense,” he points out meekly, “I didn’t say there was an emergency. Mu-xiong just assumed.”

“That’ll teach me,” Mu Qingfang huffs, but at least he looks amused. “Yue-xiong should get used to asking for help more so this gege doesn’t have to panic every time he does ask.”

Yue Qingyuan’s mouth almost drops open. He can only hope his cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. “Er—well, I asked this time, didn’t I?”

“You did,” Mu Qingfang allows, looking something horribly close to fond. Yue Qingyuan swallows and tries to hurry on.

“So—not an emergency, but I do want your opinion,” he coughs out. “I’m having… doubts. About the fish.” Mu Qingfang’s eyebrows contract. Yue Qingyuan rushes it out. “Do you think I should keep it?”

“Yue-xiong…” Mu Qingfang looks politely incredulous. “Why does my opinion matter? The fish is already yours, isn’t it? If you don’t think maintaining its upkeep will be feasible, that’s one thing, but… Surely Yue-xiong did the research before getting it?”

He doesn’t sound judgemental, but Yue Qingyuan feels his cheeks warm. “I did, but I wasn’t planning on getting a fish; I was only admiring the tanks. There was a salesperson who was… very insistent.”

Mu Qingfang regards him doubtfully, which is fair. Yue Qingyuan towers over most people he meets, and his bulk only further adds to the impression of immovability. It’s only when he opens his mouth that it becomes clear how spineless he actually is.

Yue Qingyuan falters. “I had thought… I thought it might be nice.” The bettas had seemed so majestic in their tanks, iridescent monarchs of false grass and plastic coves, and Yue Qingyuan had thought, wildly, that one might be rewarding to keep, might breathe a touch of life into his immaculately sleek living room. The whole affair hadn’t even been expensive by his shiny new standards, forget difficult to physically arrange. It was only when installation and set-up for his new aquarium had finished and he was left to watch that jewel-bright being swim disaffectedly through its new home that doubt had seized him, all-consuming and black. He had, admittedly, panicked a little after that.

(Yue Qingyuan’s apartment is very large, and very clean, and very empty. It holds the barest amount of decoration and muss to qualify as lived-in rather than a snapshot from a magazine ad. The fish may, in fact, be the only thing in the entire place which really qualifies as his. No wonder Yue Qingyuan wanted to jettison it from his life as soon as he got it.)

Mu Qingfang’s expression hovers between concern and simple confusion. “I’m sure Yue-xiong will be a more than adequate caretaker,” he says, more gently than Yue Qingyuan and all his neuroses probably deserve. “What’s this really about, Yue-xiong?”

Ah. There it is. Being the mildest person of Yue Qingyuan’s admittedly sharp-tongued social circle doesn’t preclude Mu Qingfang’s wit from being as keen as the scalpels he works with.

“I don’t…” Yue Qingyuan falters. How to express to Mu Qingfang how manifestly unfit Yue Qingyuan is to care for any living creature at all? He changes tack. “I think he hates me,” he admits dolefully.

Mu Qingfang stares at him for a long time, long enough to imply that he’s reevaluating certain opinions about Yue Qingyuan’s intelligence. “Yue-xiong, with all due respect to your new pet—it’s a fish.”

“Fish have emotions!” Yue Qingyuan argues. He flushes at the volume at which it comes out, and at the way Mu Qingfang’s eyes go wide-eyed in startlement. But the salesperson had been very insistent about that, as well. “Bettas are intelligent animals. They dislike certain colors, apparently, and they’re very sensitive—ah, to environmental disruptions, that is. And—”

Mu Qingfang’s eyebrows are still high, but his face has relaxed into a smile. “It sounds to me like you like it quite a bit already. Isn’t that reason enough to keep it?” His tone curls with sudden mischief. “Have heart, Yue-xiong—you’ve hardly known each other for a day! Give it time to adjust to you, and I’m sure you’ll win it over as surely as you do everyone else.” And he grins, sure and easy in his trust that Yue Qingyuan won’t fumble and shatter something so small and monumental as a life that he could cup in his palms.

While Yue Qingyuan is still dazed by that, Mu Qingfang’s eyes alight with interest. “Ah, Yue-xiong—what have you named it?”

“...”

Mu Qingfang’s face falls as devastatingly as it had lit up. “Yue-xiong…”

“Mu-xiong is aware that I was unsure of whether or not I’d keep him!” Yue Qingyuan is terribly aware that his ears are now heating up to match his cheeks. Mu Qingfang’s ensuing laughter does not help with that matter.

Yue Qingyuan is not very good at holding onto things. More often than not, he makes a mess of whatever he’s set his clumsy hands to, lets it fall right through his scarred fingers. But Mu Qingfang’s words ring through his head: Isn’t that reason enough to keep it? And, well, isn’t it? Surely Yue Qingyuan is adult enough to follow through on this. Maybe happiness can be look like his new betta swimming up to the tank to observe the new colorful form moving in front of it, can come as easy as Mu Qingfang quipping that his knowledge about fish is clearly lacking and vowing casually to read up on bettas to be a better fish uncle.

Yue Qingyuan buries a smile and walks over to let Mu Qingfang know that bettas can be trained to follow fingers around. The betta’s clear preference for Mu Qingfang over Yue Qingyuan is as good a marker of intelligence as any fun fact the pet shop worker could have given him. Yes, Yue Qingyuan thinks with a smile—he thinks he’ll be keeping this after all.

[thewonderousjaysky]

Another mer zero bc I'm better at drawing him now and I still like this design lol

[juno-stuffs]

day 8: mermaid (spinner chooses which character)

spinner chose...

...athena, so i drew her with pallas for my soul.