#OceanWhispers

[joyammusic]

🌊 "In one drop of water are found all the secrets of the oceans; in one aspect of You are found all the aspects of existence." ✨ Khalil Gibran

Let the ocean's whispers guide you to inner peace. 🌿

🎶 Breathe, relax, and listen to the waves…

[whirling-fangs]

can you walk on it? - aoi

PROMPTS FOR CARRYING/BEING CARRIED // accepting!!

The boar let out a noncommittal grunt, his equivalent of a clear and resounding yes. He was already taking support against the nearest wall, to better prove the solidity of his ankle–

Crack.

It wasn't just sprained. That much would have been nothing to the incredibly flexible boar, whose joints could bend and twist in physically impossible ways. No, the problem was one that no amount of flexibility could fix.

The bones were broken.

He nearly collapsed right into the ground, a strong hand digging into her shoulder for support. He narrowly avoided the fall, already pushing his own back into the wall so he could slowly slide down into a sitting position again.

Well, that ought to answer her question.

[erxsxre-archived]

@oceanwhispers said: [ LIFT ] sender picks up receiver // Hizashi picks up Aizawa like a sack of potatoes and walks off. <3

"Put me down...or suffer the consequences."

[multianime]

@oceanwhispers

Aizawa and Mic child.

Name: Rin Yamada Gender: Female Appearance: Rin is the spitting image of Shota. She's got his black hair and Hizashi's red eyes (from the manga). Personality: Unfortunately she's developed a lot of Aizawa's traits. She's not the most happy go lucky child in the world. But she's also not mad all the time either. Every now and again you might see her laughing like Mic. But again that's very rare. Powers/Abilities: Her quirk is called Deafen&Mute. She can mute someone's voice or make them temporarily deaf by touch/sight. The drawback of the quirk is she has to be staring right at them/has had contact with them before.

Misc:

She may come off sweet at first, but she's already very good at being someone who's good at manipulation. To get others to do what she wants.

Rin doesn't have a lot of interest in things. However she does enjoy a good video game and likes to watch shows on television.

Her favorite pro hero is actually Hawks.

She also secretly thinks that Dabi makes a cool villain.

[dear-indies]

hi, I have to recast one of my OCs due to grossness that Lily James was a part of, so I was wondering if you could help me find someone that looks similar, but... ya know. not pulling the whole pam and tommy bs... thank you so much! <3

Jodie Whittaker (1982)

Elisha Cuthbert (1982)

Jessica Parker Kennedy (1984) Black Canadian / Ashkenazi Jewish.

Dianna Agron (1986) Ashkenazi Jewish / Irish, German, Norwegian, English, distant Welsh (mother, who converted to Judaism).

Kyla Pratt (1986) Afrcian-American.

Evan Rachel Wood (1987) - is bisexual.

Tuppence Middleton (1987)

Stacey Farber (1987) Ashkenazi Jewish.

Emily Browning (1988)

Rose McIver (1988)

Parveen Kaur (1988) Punjabi Indian.

Melissa O'Neil (1988) Hongkonger / Irish.

Aimee Carrero (1988) Puerto Rican / Dominican Republic.

Aimee Teegarden (1989)

Emma Rigby (1989)

Lucy Hale (1989)

Gabriella Wilde (1989)

Jane Levy (1989) Ashkenazi Jewish / English, more distant Irish and Scottish.

Brianne Howey (1989)

Carlson Young (1990)

Britt Robertson (1990)

Samantha Barks (1990)

Hassie Harrison (1990)

Grace Dove (1991) Secwepemc.

Charlotte Nicdao (1991) Bisaya Filipino / Unspecified.

Conor Leslie (1991)

Sofia Black-D'Elia (1991) Ashkenazi Jewish / Italian.

Lucy Fry (1992)

Georgina Campbell (1992) Afro Jamaican / English.

Suki Waterhouse (1992)

Jessica Henwick (1992) Chinese Singaporean / English.

Kathryn Gallagher (1993)

Erin Moriarty (1994)

Aimee Lou Wood (1995)

Here you go! These people look the same and/or vibe off the same vibes.

[sxs-a2]

@oceanwhispers asked: GENYA IS BACK TO LOVE ON NEZUKO &lt;3

The girl was late for class once again. As the hallway was clear, Nezuko tries to sneak in without Giyuu noticing her. She was tardy for math class, which she did not mind being late for. The girl never got along with Mr. Shinazugawa. She was close to the door until she sniffed the air. It smelled just like her math teacher, so she sighs.

🌸 → ❝ Okay, okay. You caught me. So, how are we gonna do this? Gonna throw me out the window like the others? ❞

When Nezuko turned around, her red eyes widen. It was a boy who looks similar to her teacher, but taller with BLACK LONG HAIR. Her pale cheek turned red with a wide smile on her face, completely forgetting how late she is.

❝ Wow, you're VERY good looking. I'm Nezuko.❞

The small girl said bluntly.

[never-surrender]

❝  i think about anything happening to you and i— i just.  i fucking lose it.  ❞ hina @ tengen

THIS MEME || send it or else :knife: hella accepting

Tengen was quiet, knowing that his wife needed to get this out ... needed to express herself after the trauma of what had happened in the entertainment district. Sure, they were all well trained and more than used to death ... but that? That was above and beyond anything any of them had experienced, and Hinatsuru deserved to have a husband there for her.

Reaching out, Tengen was gentle as he took hold of her chin with a couple fingers, tenderly tipping her head up to look at him. His expression was oddly void of his usual smile, his gaze concerned and perhaps even a little ... sad.

"Nothing is going to happen to me anymore. I've flamboyantly retired, remember? We can live our lives in peace.." or as close to peace as possible.

[shiiikigami]

@oceanwhispers asked: you look really pretty right now - yuta for toge

toge had been checking his reflection before he'd promised to meet yuta for a walk on their break from class. he'd changed out of his uniform and into a pastel shirt and his favorite loose black cropped pants to go with his white sneakers. he was just fixing his hair when he heard yuta behind him. turning to look at him, he gave a coy smile, shrugging his shoulders. then he suddenly took a run at him and jumped into his arms, winding his arms around his neck and legs around his waist. that playful spirit of his couldn't be stifled by anything.

"fish flakes.." he protested, nudging the other's nose with his own. "salmon roe..." i'm not pretty, you are...

[xamassed]

⟬ @oceanwhispers / s.c ⟭

"Now that I'm thinkin' about it, you've been dancing for as long as I've known you." He slouched back into the sofa and let out a long, thoughtful hum. "Yeah, I'm sure of it. I don't think you've ever not danced, so you must have gotten into it before middle school, right? What even made you wanna start?"

[harmonyhealinghub]

The Lighthouse Keeper's Log Shaina Tranquilino September 22, 2024

Day 1 The sea is restless tonight. Waves crash against the rocks below, and the wind howls through the lighthouse, rattling the windows. There’s a fog rolling in, thick and suffocating. I can barely see past the edge of the cliff, and yet… there it is again. A light. Flickering, out on the horizon.

It’s faint, but unmistakable. A ship, perhaps, though no vessel should be this far north in this weather. I’ve sent out the usual signal—no response. Odd. But perhaps they’re just out of range. I’ll keep watch through the night.

Day 3 The light returned again last night. I’m beginning to doubt my senses. It moves, not like a ship, but with a strange, deliberate rhythm. It disappears beneath the waves, only to reappear moments later, closer. I watched it for hours, mesmerized, trying to understand what I was seeing.

I reported the sighting to the mainland, but the response was dismissive. “No known ships in the area,” they said. “Possibly a trick of the light.” A trick of the light. Am I imagining it?

Tonight, I will keep detailed notes on its movements. Something is out there. I can feel it.

Day 5 I’ve barely slept. The light comes each night, always at the same time, always in the same place. Tonight, it was closer than before—too close. The rhythm has become more erratic, almost like it’s… signaling.

I know how this sounds, but I swear the light is alive. It’s watching me. Waiting.

I’ve started hearing things, too. Strange sounds beneath the crash of the waves. A low hum, like a voice just out of earshot, whispering through the fog. I’m not sure what it’s saying, but it fills me with a dread I can’t shake.

I tried to ignore it, to focus on my duties, but my mind keeps drifting back to the sea, to the light. I feel as though something is calling me. I must stay vigilant. I mustn’t let it draw me in.

Day 7 I saw it clearly tonight. Not a ship. Not a flare. Something else. Something unnatural.

It rose from the depths, a glowing orb, hovering just above the water’s surface. The light it emitted wasn’t like anything I’ve ever seen—pale and cold, with an otherworldly sheen. It pulsed slowly, in time with my heartbeat, or so it seemed. For a moment, I was frozen, unable to look away.

Then, I heard the sound again. Louder this time. A voice, no longer a whisper. It spoke my name.

I ran inside, bolted the door, and shut all the windows, but I could still feel it. Watching. Waiting.

Day 9 I dreamt of the sea last night. Dark and endless, stretching out in every direction. The light was there, beneath the surface, pulling me down. I woke gasping for air, drenched in sweat.

I can’t shake the feeling that the light is getting closer each night. There’s a madness creeping into my mind, twisting my thoughts, making me doubt what’s real and what isn’t. I’ve tried to contact the mainland again, but the radio is dead. The storm last night must’ve damaged the lines. I am utterly alone out here.

I’ve started keeping the lantern lit at all times, but it does nothing to ease my fear. The light outside grows stronger. It’s as if it’s challenging me.

Day 11 It spoke again tonight. Louder this time. Clearer. Not my name, but something else. Words I didn’t understand, but they echoed in my mind long after the sound faded.

I went outside, against my better judgment, to face it. The fog was thick, but the light cut through, illuminating the shore in that same eerie glow. It was waiting for me, just beyond the rocks.

I called out to it—demanded to know what it wanted. No answer. Just that same pulsing light, drawing me in.

It wants me to follow. I know this now.

I’m losing my grip on reality. I can feel it, slipping through my fingers like sand. But I have to know. I have to understand what it is.

Day 13 The light is in my dreams now, constant and unyielding. It’s no longer content to stay on the horizon. Last night, it hovered just outside the lighthouse, bathing the walls in its cold glow.

I couldn’t help myself. I went outside again, to the edge of the cliff. The waves crashed below, and there, in the water, it waited. But it wasn’t alone this time. Shapes moved beneath the surface—dark, sinuous forms, circling the light like moths to a flame.

I stood there for what felt like hours, watching them. Watching it.

I could hear the voice again, louder than ever, and for the first time, I understood. “Come.” That’s what it was saying. “Come.”

Day 14 I’m not sure how much longer I can resist.

The light calls to me, day and night. I hear it even when I’m inside, whispering through the walls, through my thoughts. It promises answers, secrets hidden beneath the waves. I am so close now, I can feel it. The truth, just beyond my reach.

But the cost… I fear what it will demand of me. My mind, my soul, my very being. It would be so easy to give in. So easy to let go.

I must stay strong. I mustn’t follow. But the light, it’s always there, waiting, watching.

Day 15 This will be my final entry.

I’ve made my decision. The light will not be denied, and I no longer have the strength to fight it. I’ve seen what lies beneath the waves, and it is beautiful. Terrible, but beautiful.

There are things in this world, in this universe, that we were never meant to understand. I know this now. But the light has chosen me. It wants me to see.

I will go to it tonight, to the edge of the sea. To the place where the land meets the water, and the sky meets the depths. I will follow the light, wherever it leads.

And when the fog rolls in, when the tide pulls me under, I will finally know the truth.

The lighthouse was found abandoned the next day. The keeper's boat was missing, though no sign of it or him was ever discovered. The logs remain, his final words a mystery, unsolved and whispered about by those who dare to keep watch at the edge of the world.

[joyammusic]

🌊 "In the sound of the sea, I hear the voice of eternity." 🌿 Herman Melville, "Moby-Dick"

Let the waves wash over you and bring calm to your mind. ✨

🎶 Press play and drift away…

[whirling-fangs]

@oceanwhispers || cont.

"-- I'll take care of it while you're away on missions?" - Aoi

"Hah?! You wouldn't know how to take care of a baby boar! It's not like taking care of a sick human, y'know!!"

"Do you swear you'll protect it with your life? No matter what happens? Would you give it all your food if it was starving? Would you fight a bear or a wolf if they attacked it?!"

[erxsxre-archived]

@oceanwhispers said: WOULD YOU LIKE SOME CHEESE SENSEI? - aoyama

"No...no thank you."

[uppermoonkoku]

@oceanwhispers from here

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Hearing the voice of a human, Ko mumbles as he opens his eyes. The feeling of tiredness is still there, but he can tell that he had gotten a little bit of sleep.

"I must have dozed off."

While Ko hasn't told many about his ability to consume human food, he did have to tell the lead female of the Butterfly Mansion during his examination and he's sure that the Hashira had told some of her workers.

"Has everyone else eaten?"

[contradictivs]

milk and cookies kept you awake? - from percy

"Well, yeah. Do you know how many cookies I ate? There's no way that I'm sleeping after that." He had no problem in admitting that he ate far more than he should have. Maybe even half of the package of cookies. "Plus it was cold milk. It doesn't have the same effect."

[sxs-a2]

T/anjiro breaks his arm and tries to give him rice crackers.

G/enya: I'm not your friend. Fuck off!

N/ezuko breaks his arm and almost saw him naked.

G/enya instantly forgives her and tries to feed her.