#and fishies swims

[jellyshark-jester]

Im crying over the fact I’ve lived near an aquarium and never knew about it for 10 years of living here

Im going to lose it I fucking love aquariums

[hyunpic]

HYUNJIN | SKZ-CODE EP. 52

[irodimww]

had this idea for a while ueuehfjfggjvb (OKAY HEAR ME OUT LISTEN LISTEN. WHAT IF. WHAT IF MORRO—when he was alive—LIKED BEING IN WATER…)

had the silly idea of ‘omg what if whenever Morro was out swimming he would always grab and catch fish in the water’

[naffeclipse]

Ocean Lover

Reader x Mermaid!Sun

Commission Info

This fic is perfect for summer and I'm so grateful to @baby-bloos for commissioning me to write some fluffy mer!Sun with a Y/N who loves swimming! Your mer!Sun design is so pretty and it was a treat to incorporate his aspects into the story.

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You kick your feet gently and stroke your arms through the water steadily. The ocean laps against you, salty and crystalline. Through the deep aquamarine, you swim from shore and watch the white sandy bottom glimmer with ripples of light dancing across the surface. Just below you, a slick brush of a fin tickles your leg. You snort against the gentle waves touching your cheek before you stop and float, working your hands and feet to keep your head above water. A brush of exhaustion washes over you after a day of treading this beautiful sea but you remain effortlessly afloat.

“I know you’re here, Sunny,” you call out. Your words curl around your smile as you survey the brine you tread. “What game are we playing?”

Chase? Tag? Sharks and minnows? You watch closely, studying the quiet ripples of the waves as they roll upon themselves before spilling over the beach a short distance away—a flash of yellow touches the corner of your vision. You twist, kicking your feet, but a large, slick hand seizes your ankle. You inhale deeply and close your eyes before the creature tugs you down below. 

The world becomes bubbles and cool, silk water surrounding you. Large hands glide along your edges, up your legs, and around your waist, until they cup your cheeks. You hold very still just as a ripple of water speaks to a presence nearing, and just before a wide smile can touch your own, you blow bubbles directly into the merman’s face.

A sharp flick below speaks to the indignation the mer suffers, but in one swift movement, you’re lifted back to the surface. The water cascades down your face and you gasp gently, clearing away what saltwater you can before opening your eyes.

“You’re not playing fair,” Sun chitters at you. He clicks his tongue. His wide white eyes, however, share a hint of mirth while he holds you along the surface.

You laugh gently. Sun tugs you closer and allows you to wrap your legs around his sleek body, clinging to him in the crystalline ocean. Your toes briefly brush against the red frills wrapping around the top of his tail, popping with the beautiful yellow and off-white colors of his body. His tail flicks to gently keep you afloat, a brilliant red fin with dots of white that flare out in a flower-like blossom. He’s so bright and bubbly, and the yellow frills framing his head remind you of the sun. It’s only fitting that that’s his name.

“I think I win,” you titter.

“I caught you,” he recalls with a chiding stroke of his fingers along your shoulder, lingering on your collarbone. “And you broke the rules. I could sink you to the bottom of the sea and keep you all to myself, but I won’t cheat, unlike someone.”

You bite back your smile before nodding. Blowing bubbles and breaking rules. You did much the same when you first encountered him in the beautiful waters. You love the ocean.

Now you find your love has grown tenfold.

“I’ll be good,” you promise solemnly, and he narrows your eyes at your cheeky innocence. “Really! Please, let’s keep playing. Let’s swim out to the deep!”

“You’ve been swimming all day, goldfish,” he reminds. He softly boops your nose, causing it to wrinkle. “You need a break.”

When you pout, he promptly kisses your pursed lips. You want to make a face, to resist, but a smile cracks through your defense and he laughs a hearty, echoing sound that spells your defeat.

“Fine,” you grumble and lay your cheek against his shoulder. He lies gently on his back and cradles you on his chest. The waves and the flick of his tail guide you back to the white sand shore.

It almost breaks your heart to leave the depths where your feet can endlessly kick and all around you is pure blue, but Sun doesn’t leave you. While you find purchase on the sand, he sinks his claws into the ground and drags himself upshore until the water is only the slightest brush against his tailfins. You fall back beside him. 

Without a word, he leans onto his side while the striking array of red frills around his throat lie flat and lifeless in the dry air, and opens his arms. Slick with sea salt, hair dripping wet, you enter his embrace. Your legs hardly stretch farther than the midpoint of his tail which deepens into a rich red at the very end. 

The bright sunshine makes quick work of your ocean-soaked skin and begins to dry you and your swimsuit off. Tucked under Sun’s chin, he begins to hum softly. His fingertips trail down the top of your spine and drift over your legs. You tuck one leg on his side, allowing him to reach the curve of your knee then fall back down to the top of your feet. 

“Thank you for swimming me to shore,” you whisper and press a kiss to his slick collarbone.

“Of course,” he clicks his tongue and looks down at you. “How could I let you swim by yourself?”

You think of reminding him that you have swam plenty by yourself, but you don’t enjoy those days nearly as much as when Sun appeared with a flick of his red fins and his bright, cheery face. You close your eyes and feel your wrinkled fingertips begin to recover from your salty ordeal.

Idly, you gaze up at him. A grin gently tugs on the corner of your lips while he watches you, his eyes wide and impossibly aware of how close you lie to his heart.

You love the ocean, but you love Sun more. Both touch you, washing up your legs and holding you gently in a warm, secure embrace.

You’re grateful to have so much of what you love close.

“Can I kiss you properly?” you ask, slightly breathless, as if you've been underwater for far too long. 

His gentle smile widens.

His answer is to softly meet your lips and hold you, cradling the back of your head while his sweet-salty lips remind you why you can’t resist the ocean.

[tetrapodomorpha]

i love you lungfish i love you sturgeon i love you paddlefish i love you mormyrid i love you bichir i love you arowana i love you arapaima i love you electric eel i love you catfish i love you lamprey i love you bowfin i love you gar i love you freshwater freaks i love you evolution's most wonderful and most unique children i love you so-called monsters

[lunaloos]

why the hell did we leave the ocean. tiktaalik i love you but wrong choice buddy

[skeefee-sky]

it's mah birfday today :D

and to celebrate, i wrote a lil something-something between Gordon and Four that's, not related to that main story i'm writing with them, but, just as a side thing, if that makes sense xD c: here go! enjoy them being cute >w<

(i dunno why but i was listening to Kingdom Dance from Tangled on repeat while writing this. it helped motivate for some reason :D)

💛💙~~~ TB ~~~ TB ~~~ TB ~~~ TB ~~~ TB ~~~ TB ~~~ TB ~~~ 💙💛

Early mornings before the rest of the island was awake were often the best parts of the day. Especially when you got to soak in the silence before rowdy brothers, or a klaxon alarm, interrupted it. Gordon had missed his morning swims.

His arm finally healed, he could actually enjoy them again, and strode down to the pool with a pep in his step. Hopefully he’d have just enough time to do a couple of laps (and maybe relax a bit) before they were called out on any rescues.

Just as he stepped forward to dive into the water, a louder splash sounded out from the sea, down by the shores of the island. Amber eyes brightened as the aquanaut curiously went to investigate. Had something fallen into the water? Was there a creature splashing about in the sea? Was there an intruder on Tracy Island? Gordon half-ignored the last thought, but decided he’d better go down and check it out anyway.

It was a bit of a walk from the poolside down to a safe spot of the shore where he wouldn't slip and fall, but he found he didn't need to go to the water's edge to find what had been splashing about. His Thunderbird stood tall in the water, ripples around her knees where she kept her ground on the sand as it disappeared into the watery depths. The aquanaut hid a laugh in his hand as the craft suddenly twirled around, and landed on her backside in the water, having tripped on something he couldn't see.

"Gordon!" the sub chirped happily, ignoring that she'd fallen, just being glad her pilot had found her. "Look! I found a spot that's the perfect depth for me!"

"So you did." Amber eyes swept over her frame, Gordon grinning as he moved a little closer to the water's edge. "You okay though?"

"Yep! I-..." The Thunderbird suddenly paused, dropping her hands into the water at her sides. Sea-green optics trailed over her pilot, a little sullen in guilt. "Oh... I didn't, wake you, did I? I thought, I couldn't be heard from the villa.."

Gordon shook his head with a laugh. "No you didn't. I was already poolside when I heard you; thought I'd come investigate the splashing though!"

If the craft couldn't tell where he was headed by his outfit and the towel slung around his shoulders... The ocean was starting to look mighty inviting. And he didn't particularly feel like trudging back up to the pool... For now, the aquanaut sat himself on a rock next to the water, dipping his feet in and just watching his Thunderbird enjoy herself.

"... It's weird being in water not in my craft-form," the sub observed, lifting a servo and watching the water run off her digits.

"You're gonna be more salty than normal," Gordon commented with a snicker. "And don't even get me started on the sand-!"

Thunderbird Four let out a soft huff... and tossed a handful of water at him. Gordon yelped and nearly slipped off the rock, spluttering as the water hit him like a tidal wave. It certainly felt like one-! He sat there, dripping and stunned, for a moment before swiping water out of his eyes. His sub looked a little shocked herself, before bursting into giggles.

"You can be sandy with me!"

"Hey no fair! I can't splash you back!"

The Thunderbird continued her giggles; she might have been the smallest of the crafts, but she had still had advantage over their human pilots. She didn't notice Gordon get to his feet, and back up to take a running leap into the water, chanting 'cannon ball!' as he landed. An attempt was made - the water merely only splattering against the sub's arm. He surfaced a second later, floating on his back to stare up at the yellow Thunderbird, her frame shading him from the sun. He felt warmly comfortable at her side, knowing she was keeping an eye on him, so she didn’t accidentally move and sweep him away in the water. Who said you couldn’t be friends with a giant robot-?

Gordon rolled over and changed position, treading water so he didn’t slip under and blindly tried to find a submerged crook of metal he could find his footing on. He found one in her hand as she lifted it to gently aid him; the aquanaut then tilting his head at her.

“What made you decide to come out here anyway?”

“I was… maybe a little bit bored…” Thunderbird Four sheepishly admitted. Gordon had broken his arm, which meant she’d been grounded unless one of the other brothers piloted her for a rescue. What made her decide to come out to the water today, she was still thinking about. “Needed to get out for a bit. Poke around the island… explore.”

She could have done it any other day, now that she thought about it. But… something about today told her she’d eventually meet up with her pilot… and she had! Craft and pilot could enjoy the water together, where they belonged.

“I stopped here cause, something about it felt special. When I transformed, I wasn’t expecting to be able to stand! I thought there’d be another drop-off, like every other part of the island!”

She laughed, and Gordon lightly joined her with a laugh of his own. That was true, and the ocean was pretty deep to begin with! He suspected his Thunderbird would have likely sunk to the seafloor had she not figured out how to float. The aquanaut turned and swam over to a spot he could grasp onto metal, before hauling himself out of the water to climb his Thunderbird. The sub sat quietly as she let him, waiting until he was sat on her shoulder before she moved freely, sitting more comfortably as the water shifted around her.

“… Why have we never done this before?” Gordon then asked softly.

“I guess, there was never an opportunity to,” Thunderbird Four answered, peeking at him from the corner of her optic before looking back over the horizon. “I’m glad you’re my pilot, Gordon.”

“I’m glad I am too.” 🐟

[robo-dino-puppy]

hfw: burning shores | aloy 40/?

[ruvviks]

SUBNAUTICA ➤ [3/?]

[russellius]

no racing until 23rd august, which means three weeks of vacation george russell, which means three weeks where he can't be screwed over by his team on the track 🫶🏻

[littlebeedreamer]

𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼Ponyo𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼

I decided to try my hand at making an outfit board so I decided to try making

one based on Ponyo! this is my #1 fav

movie tbh. I dunno if I'll make anymore

outfit boards since this one was kind of

hard (may look wonky cus of that) but

this was kinda fun :3 to those who make

outfit boards on the regular, what resources do you use??? I'm curious!

[qhazomb]

another thing they should add in a future pokemon game:

water starter that's based on a cat and gains the dark typing when fully evolved.

we must complete the trifecta with incineroar and meowscarada

[tenjikyu]

I hate how close Nathan is I’ve enjoyed Fontaine WAYYYY too much.

Fontaines release felt like Inazuma’s release all over again for me and moving on has had me lose interest? If that makes sense. Like there’s no more spark.

During Sumeru I got really bored but Fontaines release had me enjoying the game and so far the sneak peaks of Natlan don’t appeal to me at all.

Guess I gotta wait for Snezhnaya (the only reason I still play is bc I hold out hope that we’re gonna get to meet Tartaglia’s family and fatui lore goes SO incredibly hard)

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

I drew Ahti II and his never before seen, very best friend Karleeen (three e's is intentional) for Halloween! They're dressed as Aziraphale and Crowley from Good Omens :) Someone likened Ahti II to Azi once and given that he already had a dark-haired "best friend" who is part edgy animal... it was only natural to have this costume arrangement. Please don't spoil anything about the show though, I am only in the first few episodes of season 1!!

On another note, imagine having to buy pants with eight pant legs.

[theo4eve]

I am one with the water

Atp I am actually a mermaid

[your-local-grinning-cat]

AR Speaks OOC

Hey all, just wanted to give you a quick update since I’ve been abruptly silent!

So, my home is having both of our bathtub/showers replaced early next week (RIP to the bank accounts 🫡) and so my mother (who I live with) and I need to do our best to clean and move things to make as big a path as we can from different doorways and things for work people to get to the two bathrooms. And, of course, clean the bathrooms. We don’t want to do too much every day, but it is also still a lot of work.

Not to mention I’ve also had a few appointments and my mother is a teacher and she just finished school (*cue the song School’s Out For Summer*) so she had to clean and shut up her classroom.

So basically, I just have not had the time nor the energy to log on as Che’nya. And I honestly forgot to update you all that I would probably be missing for a little bit.

Oops. 😅

I may try to get on when I can if I have the time and energy, but until the bathrooms are done I will just have very low energy.

Again, I am so sorry about suddenly going radio silent.

As an apology, proof that tiny me was just as mad as the me of now!

This is in the hall bathtub - the one that we haven’t been able to use in years since it cracked but we never fixed it until now because now the master bathtub is cracking too so we have to fix both of them (lmao we’re so smart 😭)

Child me had a very… interesting sense of humor.

😳🫣🤣