#aquatic navigation

[dndtreasury]

Pirate Captain's Hat by Timmi's Treasure Vault

[astralix]

Sailor Pisces' Tags

Answers

〖answers〗♓💃 『dancing around the answer』

Chat/Dashboard Commentary

〖chat〗♓💃 『skipping on the water’s surface』

Ic replies

〖replies〗♓💃 『it’s me mai』

Aesthetics

〖aesthetics〗♓💃 『aquamarine vistas』

Musings

〖musings〗♓💃 『musings along the shoreline』

Quizzes & questionnaires

〖quizzes〗♓💃 『aquatic results』

playlist/soundtrack

〖soundtrack〗♓💃 『singing in the rain』

Character tag

〖maiko enkai〗♓💃 『pisces oceanic aquamarine power make up』

journal/prose/story

〖story〗♓💃 『writ with squid ink』

Shipping headcanons

〖shipping〗♓💃 『flushing scales』

Nsfw

〖nsfw〗♓💃 『shimmering tail』

Headcanon

〖headcanon〗♓💃 『crowned princess of poseidon』

Verse tags

Main verse

〖main verse〗♓💃 『neo queen poseidon』

[catgirlweed]

Please tell us the lore for your Outertale redesigns please please please pleas please please

ok!!!

in this au the monsters are literal aliens rather than just being monsters from earth. the dreemurrs are living stars, pretty much gods amongst monsters that eventually had a child together. i dont really know how chara would end up being adopted by the dreemurrs but as a child they found themselves on the monsters planet and were taken in by the dreemurrs like in canon. this is first contact between humans and monsters and a few years after chara is adopted, the two species make contact.

like before, chara ends up committing suicide and monsters are blamed for it. i dont have a lot of the details ironed out (this is more or less for fun), but it leads to war between humans and monsters, with humanity winning and trapping monsters on their planet forever, using technology to keep them grounded (i've been considering humanity using mechs based off chara but nothing is super set in stone)

its p obvious that i dont have a lot of the plot super planned out, but everything goes down the same as in canon. i imagine that rather than flowey just existing as a flower he hijacks one of the chara mechs and pilots that, or possibly frisk being a pilot assigned to guard monsterkind? not too sure :/

most of the lore aside of that is just worlbuilding stuff. snowdin being a village high up in the mountains, waterfall being a massive underwater civilisation in a cave, the ruins and new home being two seperate cities ruled by toriel and asgore. hotlands is also underground, being pretty similar to how it is in canon and inhabited, but i picture all the monsters living there would be more designed to live in that kind of environment lol

alphys and undyne designs i was gonna post with a few more under the cut btw

[theresattrpgforthat]

Mint's TTRPG Library

Here is a list of links to the Collections I add Itch.io games to on the regular, where I often go to in search for games to meet folks' recommendation requests.

These collections are large and unwieldy. I'm not certain that they're easy to navigate, but if you want to do some browsing, you certainly have options!

Systems

Belonging Outside Belonging Breathless Caltrop Core Charge Descended from the Queen Firebrands Forged in the Dark Honey Games (Honey Heist) Into the Odd Lasers + Feelings LUMEN Par-AGON (Paragon System) PbtA Push Together We Go Troika (A bunch of Troika supplements) Tunnel Goons (AKA Goon Games) What’s So Cool About _?

Genre

Adventure - With Pulp! (Westerns, Dinosaurs, Spies, Time Travel) Bittersweet Futures (Post-Apocalypse) Botanical Adventures (Plants) Bring Me The Evidence! (Mysteries) Cogs and Steam (Steampunk) Delicious Delights (Food & Cooking) Dirtpunk (Revolution, Rebellion, Fighting) Eras Both Real & Imagined (Historical, Faux-Historical) Everyone Loves A Competition (Competitions, Sports) Fae and Fen (Faeries & Goblins) Fangs, Fangs, Fangs (Vampires) Grim & Gritty (Gritty & Grimdark Fantasy) Hearts & Threads (Romance) Manners & Mischief (Social & Political) Mechs and Tech (Mechs & Robots) Modern-Day Mishaps (Modern-Day Setting) Monsters & Mutants (Monsters, Monster Hunters, Pokemon - simulators) Neon Lights & Cyber Nights (Cyberpunk) Oh So Anime (Anime & Manga themed) Paranormal Activity (Ghosts, Cryptids, Death) Pastoral & Cozy (Cozy Games, Witch Games) Paws and Feathers and Scales (Animals) Sorcerous Intentions (Magic-Users) Stars and Science (Science-Fiction, Space) Sword & Sorcery & So Much More (General Fantasy) Teenage Hijinx (Teenagers) The Sea Calls (Oceans, Aquatic, Pirates) With Great Power (Superheroes, Magical Girls, Fantasy Superpowers)

Other

Abstract Games & System Bones (SRDs, Genre-less) By Pen and Paper Played (Epistolary Games) Funky Fresh Flavors (Miscellaneous) GM-Less Solitary Adventures (Solo Games) System-Neutral Settings (Adventures & Settings) The Art of Creation (Collaborative World-building) Two Can Play At That Game (Duet Games)

[cressidagrey]

Aquatic Adventures

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Felicity Leong-Piastri (Original Character)

Summary: Oscar is gone for a Double Header. Felicity builds a sanctuary. 

Notes: Big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble 😂 I should have been writing something useful, that brings the plot forwards, but instead you get Felicity and one of. her "projects". It was very fun to write though. I am living vicariously through a character that has pretty much unlimited funds and is more productive than I could ever dream to be.

It started with Bee’s tears.

The kind that didn’t come with wailing or tantrums. No, those were easy. Manageable. A juice box, a cuddle, a nap.

But this was different.

This was the quiet, trembling-lip kind. The kind that crept up after hours of pretending she was fine. The kind that meant something had sunk deep — words or looks or loneliness that a three-year-old didn’t quite know how to explain.

Felicity sat cross-legged on the kitchen floor, Bee curled into her chest like she was trying to fold herself into her mother’s ribs, breath hitching in little bursts. She smelled like sunscreen and finger paint and exhaustion.

“They didn’t want to play with me,” Bee whispered.

Felicity closed her eyes. “Baby…”

“They said my lunch was weird. And I wasn’t funny. And one boy said I was bossy. But I wasn’t even talking to him.”

Felicity kissed the top of her daughter’s head and didn’t say anything for a long time. Just rocked her, slow and rhythmic, like it would fix the cracks.

She  felt that slow, cold fury spread through her chest. The quiet kind. The dangerous kind. The kind that made her want to set fire to the entire concept of “socialization” if it meant protecting her daughter

Oscar was on a double header. Back to Back races. Italy, then Monaco. He’d FaceTime in a few hours, would listen and be gentle and say all the right things. 

He always did.

But right now, there was just Felicity. And Bee. And the ache in her ribs where her daughter’s grief lived.

By the time she got Bee to bed — two stories, one lullaby, and a full-body cuddle that ended with Bee curled into the duvet like a sea otter — Felicity was pacing barefoot through the kitchen.

The house was silent. The kind of silence you only got in the countryside, where the world pulled back and left you alone with your thoughts.

That had been part of the appeal.

When she and Oscar first bought the farmhouse, it had been for the space. The privacy. The outbuildings — old structures lined up like forgotten train cars behind the main house, tucked among the trees. Oscar had called them “rustic.” Felicity had called them potential.

One became hers — a workspace-slash-garage-slash-creative bunker where she could weld, sand, build, and paint without anyone breathing down her neck.

The second was the gym-slash-ballet studio-slash-sim room, because apparently their household only functioned on wildly specific, multi-use spaces. Felicity had added the barre herself. A space for her to stretch, to remember what it was like to move for herself.

A third had been left alone. It had once housed horses, long before the property had been theirs. Now it was just empty, echoing structure of exposed beams, weathered wood, and potential.

Felicity already knew what she was going to do.

The pool wasn’t a new idea — just one she’d shelved while life took priority. But now… now it felt like something necessary. Not indulgent, not aesthetic, not Pinterest-fluff luxury. No, it felt like armor. A gift. A promise.

Warm water. Floating. Movement without pressure. Gentle light. No sharp echoes. No mean boys. No group dynamics to navigate.

Just Bee. Just peace.

Felicity would build it herself if she had to.

She’d already started the mosaic months ago, half by accident. Ceramic tiles, soft sea-glass colors, arranged in what would become a leaping dolphin. It was supposed to be for a backsplash or an outdoor table. But now she knew exactly where it belonged.

She padded into the spare room that doubled as storage and gently rolled out the canvas — the dolphin, tail sweeping upward, water droplets in pale aquamarine and cobalt. She touched one of the tiles absently, her fingers steady.

Bee would love this.

She always loved dolphins. Said they were the smartest. The kindest.

That night, Felicity opened the plans she’d drawn up nearly a year ago. A fantasy project. Something she hadn’t told anyone about. Not even Oscar.

It wasn’t going to be a sleek, marble-lined infinity pool. Not some Instagram-glossy wellness sanctuary.

It was going to be Bee’s.

Quiet. Safe. Warm all year round. A sanctuary with soft lighting and temperature-controlled floors. A place where she could float and splash and forget the world existed. A pool built like a hug.

It hadn’t been real until now. But that night, with Bee’s breath soft and even in the room beside her, Felicity started making calls.

Permits. Contractors. Heating systems. A specialist in skylights.

She didn’t tell Oscar.

Not yet.

Because this wasn’t about practicality, or budget, or even architectural ambition.

It was about Bee.

It was about building something so full of love that it drowned out the noise of the world.

***

Felicity Piastri did not throw tantrums.

She’d been raised not to. 

She had been born a Leong. 

She had been raised to wield silence like a scalpel, money like a weapon, and intellect like a blueprint.

 Felicity did not raise her voice. She did not beg. She planned.

She might have stepped away from the world she was born into — from the emerald heirlooms, the art collction, the social calendars managed by secretaries — but that world had trained her.

And when she needed it, she still spoke its language fluently.

The pool was going to be built in ten days.

Not estimated. Not quoted.

Done.

She had the property. She had the design. She had the permits already prepped — half because she liked being prepared, half because, deep down, she’d known something like this might happen.

She started with one contractor.

He told her twelve weeks minimum.

She said, “No,” and called his boss.

The boss said the same thing.

So she called someone else. Then someone else. And then she made a few international calls — to a construction firm her aunt’s interior designer once used back in the day for a rooftop terrace in Dubai.

By 8 a.m. the next morning, there were three project managers in her driveway, holding reusable coffee cups and measuring tapes.

She wielded her iPad like a weapon. Spreadsheets color-coded. Timeline stacked. Materials sourced from three different suppliers. Overnight shipping arranged. When one contractor so much as suggested that “it might be more realistic to give it a few weeks,” Felicity smiled sweetly and said:

“Would you like me to call someone else?”

Felicity didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t threaten. She negotiated.

She offered more money up front. 

She offered bonuses for every milestone completed ahead of time. She cross-referenced three local contractors to cover shifts in 24-hour rotations. She arranged permits to be processed at double speed — because it turns out, local councils moved very quickly when the right legal phrasing and legacy donations were involved.

She even hired a private catering service to feed the crew. 

By the second day, the old concrete had been ripped up. On day three, the beams were reinforced. On day four, the heating system was being installed and a special-order shipment of light blue tiles had landed from Italy.

Oscar texted once from Monaco asking how things were going at home.

She sent back a photo of Bee asleep in her lap and didn’t mention the fact that there were currently four men digging a trench for the overflow piping system just outside the window.

Her phone never left her side.

She paced the hallways in socks and one of Oscar’s hoodies, laptop under one arm, toddler on her hip, telling one man where to reposition the skylight and another which grout colors were acceptable and which were absolutely not. 

She FaceTimed a mosaicist in Vienna to double-check adhesive drying times and personally called a logistics company in Dublin to charter a truck for the filtration system.

On day seven, she brought in fresh pastries for the entire crew and reminded the night shift foreman about the performance bonus.

On day eight, she caught one worker trying to substitute the dolphin mosaic placement.

She handed him a cappuccino and then gently, systematically, explained why that dolphin was going exactly where she wanted it — because her daughter had once drawn a picture where the dolphin was jumping just there.

The man never argued again.

By day ten, the pool was done.

And not just finished. Perfect.

Temperature-controlled. Skylit. Lined with handmade mosaic tiles. Soundproofed. A shelf for toys. A warm rinse-off shower with custom water pressure controls. A soft corner bench where Felicity could read while Bee splashed.

An oasis.

A fortress.

A love letter carved in glass, water, and tile.

***

It was quiet.

Not silent — there was a hum from the heating system, the soft ripple of water against the tile, the occasional creak of timber beams overhead — but the kind of quiet that felt sacred. Like the world had taken a step back to let them breathe.

Bee stood on the edge of the shallow shelf, wrapped in a tiny robe with a dolphin embroidered over the heart. Her hair was pulled into a lopsided ponytail, still sleep-soft, and she was clutching her purple goggles like they were a magic talisman.

She blinked up at her mother.

“This is ours?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Felicity crouched beside her, brushing a curl from her daughter’s cheek. “All ours.”

Bee took another step closer to the pool, bare toes curling against the warm tile. She was still in awe, still trying to process it, eyes wide as saucers as she took in the soft blue tiles, the underwater lights casting golden ripples across the ceiling, the dolphin mosaic swimming in joyful motion across the far wall.

“He’s jumping,” she said, pointing to the dolphin. “Like in my drawing.”

Felicity smiled. “Exactly like your drawing.”

Bee looked down at the water. Then up at Felicity. Then back again.

“Can I go in?”

Felicity didn’t answer. She just held out her arms.

Bee squealed — a real, unburdened sound — and wriggled out of her robe, revealing a bright swimsuit with little yellow fish all over it. She clambered onto the first step, then the second, and then launched herself into her mother’s waiting arms like she’d never had a bad day in her life.

The water welcomed them. Warm, clean, still.

Felicity caught her easily, arms strong, body steady as she sank into the shallow end with Bee held against her chest. Her daughter’s giggles echoed gently off the walls — not loud, not wild, just happy.

The good kind. The healing kind.

“You made this,” Bee whispered after a long moment, eyes full of wonder. “For me.”

Felicity kissed her wet hair. “For us.”

Bee kicked gently, floating with Felicity’s hands under her back. The skylight above filtered in soft afternoon light, catching in the beads of water on her cheeks.

“I don’t think it’ll ever feel bad in here,” Bee said after a while.

Felicity blinked back something sharp behind her eyes. “That’s the point, sweetheart.”

Bee didn’t say anything after that. Just floated.

And Felicity, for the first time in days, let herself breathe.

She held her daughter close. She watched the light dance over the water. She ran one hand through the still-warm surface and felt the ripple carry all the way to the walls — like a promise.

They stayed there until the light changed.

Until Bee’s hair was damp and curling and her eyelids fluttered and she murmured “mama, carry” in a drowsy voice that made Felicity’s chest ache with love.

***

Oscar Piastri was used to coming home to chaos.

Not bad chaos — just the kind that came with Felicity and Bee. Small socks everywhere. A kitchen that looked like it had hosted a baking competition. Doodles taped to the fridge. A Sim rig covered in stickers. A house that was clearly lived in — loved in.

It was his favorite thing in the world.

But this time, the house was… quiet.

He rolled his suitcase down the hall and dropped his backpack by the bench in the entryway. “Fliss?”

No answer. Just the soft hum of the air vents and the smell of lavender and something faintly like salt. His brows furrowed.

He checked the kitchen — no one. The living room — empty, except for a plush dolphin wearing sunglasses.

Then he noticed it: the sliding doors at the back of the house, the ones that led toward the old stables.

One of them was slightly ajar.

Oscar stepped outside, following the faint sound of splashing water. The air was warm, windless. The gravel underfoot shifted as he walked across the path between the outbuildings.

He hadn’t been in the third one in months.

Last he checked, it was still full of unused storage crates and the old treadmill Felicity swore she’d list for pickup.

But the door was open.

He stepped inside.

Stopped.

And blinked.

The stable was gone.

In its place was a pool.

A full, glowing, indoor mosaic-lined oasis with warm lighting, soft acoustics, and — holy shit — was that a skylight!? The air was warm and damp in that gentle, spa-like way, and the walls looked like something out of an architecture magazine.

In the water, half-floating and curled together like sea otters, were his wife and daughter.

Felicity looked up first. She was sitting in the shallow end, hair braided over one shoulder, wearing one of his old t-shirts knotted at the waist and a black bikini bottom. Bee was curled into her lap, her damp curls sticking to her forehead.

Oscar blinked again. “I’ve been gone for two weeks.”

Felicity smiled. “Hi, love.”

Bee perked up immediately. “Papa!” she chirped, scrambling up and doggy-paddling to the edge like a very determined duck.

He dropped to his knees as she launched herself into his arms, wet and squealing and happy.

“We have a pool,” he said, slightly stunned.

Bee beamed. “Mama built it!”

Oscar looked past her, over her shoulder, toward Felicity — who had stood up, water lapping at her calves, and was walking over with that serene, slightly guilty expression she always wore when she’d pulled something massive off and hadn’t warned him first.

“You built a pool,” he said again, a little dazed, like repeating it might make it make more sense.

Felicity reached the edge and leaned her arms on the side, the water rippling around her. Her braid dripped onto the tiles. Her expression was unreadable — half sheepish, half composed, like she knew exactly what she’d done and was only 50% sorry.

“I had the plans ready,” she said. “And the permits. And the contractor contacts. It was going to happen eventually.”

“But you did it in… what, ten days?” Oscar looked around again, like the room might vanish. “There’s a skylight, Fliss.”

Bee, still wrapped around him like a koala, nodded helpfully. “And there’s dolphins!”

“There are dolphins,” Oscar repeated, mouth dry.

He caught sight of the mosaic — the dolphin mid-jump across the far wall, surrounded by sea-glass tiles that shimmered like actual sunlight on water.

Oscar blinked again. “Jesus Christ.”

Felicity’s smile curved slightly. “That’s not his name, love.”

Oscar just stared at her. At her damp hair, her flushed cheeks, the tiny tired lines at the corners of her eyes that only ever showed up when she’d done something monumental and wasn’t sure if she’d get away with it.

He looked at Bee, who was now patting his cheeks with both hands and saying, “It’s warm and it smells like clouds,” which made absolutely no scientific sense and somehow still felt like an accurate description.

He swallowed.

“You built a sanctuary,” he said quietly. “While I was gone.”

Felicity didn’t say anything for a moment. Just rested her chin on her arms, her eyes soft.

“She was having a hard week,” she murmured. “And I couldn’t fix the world. But I could do this.”

Oscar pressed his lips to Bee’s hair, held her closer, and closed his eyes for a second.

Then he looked back at his wife.

And said — with all the love and awe and overwhelmed, dizzy affection in the world:

“I love you so much.”

Felicity blinked. Her mouth twitched. “Even though I didn't warn you?”

“Fliss,” he said, laughing, “you built a pool. In secret. With heating and acoustics and mood lighting. For our three-year-old.”

She tilted her head. “That’s not a no.”

“It’s a hell yes,” he said. Then looked around again and added, “I mean, I thought the bathroom reno during a triple header was bold, but this…”

Bee tugged his sleeve. “Daddy? Can you come swim?”

Oscar kissed her forehead. “Absolutely, sweetheart. Just give me one second.”

He set her down gently, watched her paddle happily back to the steps, then turned to Felicity and offered a hand. She took it, confused — and he pulled her up, wet and blinking and surprised, straight into his arms.

He kissed her like they were back at Haileybury. Like she’d just walked into the common room in his hoodie and undone him with one look.

“I can’t believe you,” he said against her lips.

She smiled. “You always say that when I surprise you.”

“This isn’t a surprise. This is a Bond villain level plot twist.”

Felicity shrugged. “You married me.”

He shook his head, completely smitten. “Best decision I ever made.”

Behind them, Bee was making dolphin sounds and trying to do somersaults.

Oscar grinned, forehead resting against Felicity’s. “Next time you secretly build a swimming facility in ten days, just… I don’t know. Text me first?”

She laughed softly. “Deal.”

“Also—” He kissed her again, warm and slow. “I love you. Have I mentioned that?”

Felicity’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Not recently.”

“Right,” Oscar said. “I love you.”

Then he toed off his socks, pulled off his shirt, and cannonballed into the pool like a six-year-old.

Bee screamed with delight.

Felicity covered her face with both hands — but she was laughing.

And Oscar, floating on his back in the water she built with her bare hands and brain and fury-love, thought:

This is what home feels like.

 Her. Bee. And everything they build together.

[iguanodont]

The Monoculi (informally dubbed ‘peebs’) are not exactly a new species from me, but they’ve gone through a pretty drastic redesign since I last posted anything about them. These are a spacefaring species from the same universe as birgworld! Details under the cut.

The Monoculi are so-called for the large compound eye that comprises the “head”. The densely packed ommatidia allow for crisp image resolution, and a variation in the depth of the lenses give the eye a range of acuity from only a few feet along the lower half to hundreds of meters along the top. Monoculi are nocturnal creatures which evolved to navigate complex cave systems by day and tangled branches by night; they have good depth perception and low-light vision but are nearly blind in regular daylight, and cannot perceive color.

The Mono homeworld is peculiar for the presence of a ring, the remnants of two moons which collided early in the planet’s history and bombarded the surface with chunks of space rock long after the planet’s crust had cooled. The result is an unusual abundance of heavy metals in the environment. Iridium, a prohibitively rare mineral on earth, comprises orange-yellow compound which carries oxygen through a Monoculus’s veins. The ring itself also has drastic effects on seasonal surface temperatures, though as on birgworld, life there has adapted accordingly.

Monoculi molt to grow like earth arthropods, but they only do so one segment at a time. A newborn larvae, one of 2 - 5 siblings, will remain soft and aquatic for about 8 months, until it loses its gills and hardens for the first time. They do not begin growing the first proper body segment until the thorax is as large as an adult’s. Molting and mating are both intimately tied to mineral pools found deep in their ancestral cave system. Without them, a molt will invariably fail and lead to severe health complications. Monoculi are hermaphrodites, and mate by pressing the gonopores (small openings under the first pair of arms) against the soft carapace of a first - third instar body segment, fresh after molting. The spawn will bore directly into the segment and trigger its transformation into a reproductive segment, which falls off after young are produced.

These sophonts are relatively large and long lived, with 200+ year old individuals sporting nearly 20 body segments not unheard of. They are also well into their space age, with a once-thriving space tourism industry buckled by a massive recession in recent decades. Rumour has it that several of the abandoned exoplanetary retreats still harbor stranded staff… but the company that built them dissolved and nobody has scraped up to funds for a rescue mission. They avoid contact with other sophonts, with the exception of the swimslugs, with whom they maintain a friendly cultural and technological exchange.

————

Btw, I do still post almost weekly sketches and worldbuilding notes on my patreon

[cryptotheism]

I'm fascinated by the ecology of organisms from fetish porn. The idea of a terrestrial cephalopod that uses a host organism as an incubator is not actually that crazy, but it gets more fun the more seriously you take it.

Like yeah you specialize for hyperactive gonads and extremely survivable seminal fluid. But like, are you going for multiple host organisms? Or are you specializing specifically for humans? You probably want to shoot wide right? Just try to impregnate anything you see, and hope at least a handful of kids survive.

But uteruses are pretty chemically complex little organs. Even a slight change in the PH balance could send your host into sepsis or shock or whatever.

And what do you EAT? like how do these organisms actually survive? When they're not banging are they squirming around eating snails like aquatic cephalopods? They're usually depicted as pretty big too, usually strong enough to lift a fully grown human off the ground with what have to be like, hydrostatic appendages? That's a much more energy-intensive physiology to have on land.

They're clearly not specialized for hunting. But what food source could support an organism at this size? Those tentacles could probably be useful for navigating like, mangrove swamp type areas with abundant foliage and lots of little cracks to navigate. Maybe they're kinda like barnacles, or some kinda terrestrial coral. They just kinda plant themselves in a nutrient-rich stream and just kinda impregnate anything that brushes past them like some kinda parasitic sex anemone.

[bestanimal]

Round 3 - Actinopterygii - Gymnotiformes

(Sources - 1, 2, 3, 4)

Order: Gymnotiformes

Common Name: “Neotropical knifefish”

Families: 5 - Apteronotidae (“ghost knifefishes”), Sternopygidae (“glass knifefishes”), Gymnotidae (“naked-back knifefishes” and “electric eels”), Hypopomidae (“bluntnose knifefishes”), and Rhamphichthyidae (“sand knifefishes”)

Anatomy: long bodies with elongated anal fin; tapering tails; scaleless; have electric organs capable of producing electric fields to detect prey, for navigation, communication, or attack and defense

Diet: bottom-dwelling invertebrates, fish, caecilians

Habitat/Range: rivers and streams throughout the humid Neotropics, ranging from southern Mexico to northern Argentina; almost exclusively in fresh water (may visit brackish water to feed)

Evolved in: Late Jurassic

(source)

Propaganda under the cut:

The electric organs of most Gymnotiformes produce tiny discharges of just a few millivolts, far too weak to cause any harm to other fish. Instead, they are used to help navigate murky environments, detect prey within sediment, and send signals between fish of the same species. In addition to this low-level field, the electric eels (genus Electrophorus) (image 2) also have the capability to produce much more powerful discharges to stun prey, and shock predators.

Their electrical capabilities of electric eels were first studied in 1775, contributing to the invention of the electric battery in 1800.

Electric eels will continue growing for as long as they live, adding more vertebrae to their spinal column. Some captive individuals have lived for over 20 years.

Vari’s Electric Eel (Electrophorus varii) exhibits greater parental care than the other two species of electric eel. The male makes a nest using his saliva, into which the female deposits around 1,200 eggs for external fertilisation. Spawn hatch seven days later and the mother will keep depositing eggs periodically throughout the breeding season. When they reach 15 mm (0.59 in), the hatched larvae consume any leftover eggs, and after they reach 9 cm (3.5 in) they begin to eat other foods. The male will provide protection for both the young and the nest for up to 4 months.

The Banded Knifefish (Gymnotus carapo) can survive in low-oxygen habitats by breathing air with a modified swim bladder, areas affected by pollution, and for a period on land if its aquatic habitat dries out.

The ghost knifefish species Sternarchogiton nattereri is unique in that its diet consists of freshwater sponges growing on submerged trees, stumps, and other woody debris.

The glass knifefish Eigenmannia vicentespelaea is the only cave-dwelling gymnotiform, and has reduced or absent eyes. As some individuals retain well-developed eyes, this fish may have colonized caves only recently in evolutionary time, and are currently evolving a lack of eyes as an adaptation to cave life.

Neotropical knifefish can lose their tail due to attacks by predators or aggressive encounters other knifefish, but they are capable of regenerating it.

[i-was-today-years-old-when]

i learned that the Platypus stands out as one of the most unique and intriguing animals globally, brimming with contradictions and surprising features. Here are some astonishing contradictions and exceptional traits that will surely blow your mind:

It is a mammal, yet it lays eggs. This contrasts with the common expectation that mammals give birth to live young.

It produces milk to nurse its puggles (young platypuses) after hatching, yet it has no nipples. The milk is secreted through pores in the skin, and the puggles lap it up from the mother's belly.

Its digestive system is truly distinct, lacking a stomach and also teeth. Instead, it utilizes gastroliths (small stones) in its gizzard to aid in breaking down food.

Displaying a duck-like bill, a trait typically associated with birds, it's equipped with sensors to detect electrical signals from its prey. This feature is unparalleled among mammals.

The male platypus possesses venomous spurs on its hind legs, reminiscent of a reptilian trait.

Despite its semi-aquatic nature, it boasts webbed feet ideal for swimming like aquatic animals, alongside strong claws suited for burrow-digging for land-based living.

Employing both echolocation (sound-based navigation) and electrolocation (detecting electrical fields generated by muscle contractions in prey), it adeptly hunts underwater. This remarkable ability allows it to hunt without relying on eyes, ears, or smell.

As a monotreme, it has a single opening for the digestive, urinary, and genital organs, whereas in other species these organs are separate.

What a weird animal. It's so weird that it's hilarious that when the first specimen was sent to England about 200 years ago, British scientists initially believed it to be a hoax, suspecting that someone had combined the beak of a duck with the body of an otter or beaver.

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Pro-Heroes as flower

Toshinori Yagi (All Might):

Sunflower

In my view, sunflowers capture Toshinori’s radiant, uplifting spirit. Their towering height and bright yellow petals reflect his commanding, hopeful presence as All Might, standing tall as a beacon for society. In hanakotoba, sunflowers symbolize “adoration” and “radiance,” aligning with how he’s revered and his ability to shine even in dark times. The flower’s sturdy stem mirrors his enduring willpower, persisting through injury and weakness to pass on his legacy.

Shota Aizawa (Eraser Head):

Lavender

I see lavender as Aizawa’s flower for its understated elegance and calming essence. The flower’s soft purple hue and soothing scent reflect his quiet strength and ability to defuse chaotic situations with his Quirk. In hanakotoba, lavender symbolizes “devotion” and “silence,” fitting his unspoken loyalty to his students and subtle heroism. Lavender’s association with rest also nods to his constant exhaustion, tying into his sleeping bag moments, while its resilience in tough conditions mirrors his tenacity.

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic):

Marigold

Marigolds feel right for Present Mic because of their bold, fiery colors and lively presence, matching his energetic, attention-grabbing nature. Their vivid orange and yellow petals echo his bright hair and flashy style. In hanakotoba, marigolds symbolize “passion” and “creativity,” reflecting his dynamic performances as a hero and DJ. To me, the flower’s warmth captures his ability to energize others, while its protective connotations in some traditions align with his heroic duty and steadfast loyalty to friends.

Keigo Takami (Hawks):

Hawkweed

Hawkweed, a vibrant yellow flower with delicate, feather-like petals, feels perfect for Hawks. Its name and appearance echo his bird-themed identity and winged Quirk, while its bright color matches his lively, confident persona and striking eyes. In hanakotoba, hawkweed can symbolize “freedom” and “sharpness,” reflecting his soaring independence and keen perception. The flower’s ability to thrive in varied environments mirrors Hawks’ adaptability, whether he’s charming the public or navigating dangerous undercover missions.

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor):

Red Camellia

Red camellias capture Endeavor’s fiery, complex nature. Their bold, flame-like petals align with his Hellflame Quirk and intense personality, while their elegance reflects his status as a top hero. In hanakotoba, red camellias symbolize “love” and “perseverance,” fitting his relentless drive and his evolving efforts to rebuild familial bonds. The flower’s fleeting bloom also hints at the fragility of his redemption, as he grapples with past mistakes while burning brightly to prove himself.

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fat Gum):

Dandelion

Dandelions feel like the ideal match for Fat Gum’s warm, resilient spirit. Their round, golden heads evoke his bulky, cheerful presence and love for round foods like takoyaki. In hanakotoba, dandelions symbolize “cheerfulness” and “resilience,” reflecting his upbeat attitude and ability to bounce back from attacks using his Quirk. The flower’s ability to spread seeds far and wide mirrors his role in nurturing and inspiring young heroes, while its unassuming strength aligns with his deceptively powerful, protective nature.

Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko):

Red Poppy

Red poppies strike me as Mirko’s flower for their vivid, untamed beauty and fiery spirit. The bright red petals match her intense eyes and fierce energy, while the flower’s wild growth reflects her free-spirited, independent nature. In hanakotoba, poppies symbolize “fun-loving” and “passion,” aligning with her thrill-seeking, battle-hungry personality. Poppies also stand tall yet sway freely, mirroring Mirko’s strength and agility as she leaps into fights without hesitation.

Kugo Sakamata (Gang Orca):

Blue Iris

Blue irises feel right for Gang Orca, evoking his aquatic nature and dignified character. The flower’s deep blue petals and sleek, upright form mirror his marine-inspired design and commanding presence. In hanakotoba, irises symbolize “courage” and “trust,” reflecting his heroic resolve and reliability as a mentor. The iris’s association with water and its ability to thrive near it align with his orca traits, while its quiet elegance captures his underlying honor beneath a fearsome exterior.

Tsunagu Hakamada (Best Jeanist):

Cornflower

Cornflowers resonate with Best Jeanist for their subtle elegance and denim-blue hue, which matches his stylish, fabric-focused identity. The flower’s smooth, structured petals reflect his precise control and polished appearance. In hanakotoba, cornflowers symbolize “delicacy” and “refinement,” fitting his sophisticated demeanor and attention to detail. To me, the cornflower’s understated strength—blooming vibrantly yet simply—captures his ability to wield immense power with grace while guiding others to refine their raw potential.

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summer pool fics !!

if you're currently writing for the boys (aswell as smut), the deep x marine animal ! male supe reader? specifically a lemon shark "hybrid" if possible. ^^

i lov your fics so much!! no scenario in mind, other than the summer pool idea,., myb kevin finding out reader has gills or something. ^3^

i humbly apply to be, 🐙 anon

Love Bites

Kevin Moskowitz "The Deep" x Male Reader

Summary: The scorching summer heat wave had just begun, and for an aquatic supe like you, a dip in the pool was becoming a very appealing prospect.

A/N: It ended up not being smut, I just couldn't figure out how to make it cohesive enough to get anywhere. Instead we just get a make out scene and Kevin being a pervert. I'm collecting anons like Pokémon :D

TW: Suggestive - Flirting - Teasing - Biting - Blood - Makeing out - Supe reader

Joining The Seven, Vought's elite superhero team, was never on your radar. Especially not in a city like New York, where your unique aquatic abilities felt largely out of place. However, your consistent and effective efforts in aiding coastal cities during various crises had not gone unnoticed. Vought, ever the opportunists, extended an offer they described as a "partnership" with The Deep, their resident aquatic hero.

You were initially hesitant, wary of the corporate machine and the spotlight that came with it. But then, they dangled the ultimate bait: a luxurious residence with prime waterfront access, complete with your own private pool. For someone whose powers thrived in and around water, it was an offer you simply couldn't refuse.

Adapting to life alongside The Deep, or Kevin as you quickly learned was his real name, proved surprisingly easy. It was as if the particularly over-friendly nature of the lemon shark — the very creature whose DNA you shared — was seeking a kindred spirit. This innate connection seemed to effortlessly draw you towards Kevin, who, despite his expensive cologne, perpetually carried the faint, familiar scent of fish.

Kevin, in turn, developed an immediate fondness for you. Perhaps it was the way you shadowed him, not quite a lost puppy, but certainly with an undeniable loyalty. Or perhaps, and this was the more intriguing possibility, he genuinely felt a connection that transcended your shared aquatic abilities. It certainly didn't hurt that every lewd comment or inappropriate action Kevin made was met with an almost disarming affection from you. He could grope your backside in a hallway, or make a suggestive remark about how your sharp teeth would feel against his skin, and you would simply meet his gaze with a genuine, unperturbed smile.

He wouldn't readily admit it, but there was something about you that captivated him. The dangerous glint in your sharp, predatory teeth when you smiled, the subtle lisp that laced your words, the way your eyes mimicked the piercing, lifeless gaze of a lemon shark yet still managed to hold so much vibrant life and warmth within them. He found himself drawn to all of these qualities, and if he were truly honest, even more beyond that. That's precisely why he found himself at your place on this scorching summer day, content to sit by the shimmering pool.

Kevin watched, mesmerized, as you gracefully navigated the cool water. Occasionally, you'd break the surface, your head emerging to fix him with an intense stare, like a predator sizing up its prey – a juicy tuna, perhaps. He hadn't even realized how long he'd been staring until you effortlessly pulled yourself from the pool, your swim trunks clinging loosely to your hips.

"You going to sit there all day or are you going to join me?" you huffed, now standing over Kevin, arms crossed, a challenging glint in your eyes.

He cocked an eyebrow, a new observation catching his attention. How had he never noticed your gills before? Most likely, your superhero suit concealed them, just as his did. And it seemed that when you weren't submerged, they seamlessly closed up, becoming practically invisible. "You have gills?" he murmured, a hint of genuine surprise in his voice.

You let out a low sigh, a playful smirk touching your lips. "Yeah, and they're far less uglier than yours," you retorted, gesturing pointedly towards Kevin's bare torso, where his own prominent gills were on full display. The unspoken challenge in your words hung in the air, a silent invitation for him to prove you wrong.

"Hey! Mine aren't ugly," Kevin scoffed, though a smirk played on his lips. He ran a hand over his own gills, almost defensively. "They're... efficient. And clearly, more developed." He pushed himself off the edge of the pool, moving closer to where you stood. "Besides, I've had mine since birth. You just kept yours a secret."

You rolled your eyes, a small ripple going through the water at the motion. "Not a secret, just... not something I lead with. Not exactly a great icebreaker, 'Hi, I have gills!'" You shivered slightly as a breeze picked up, goosebumps rising on your wet skin. Kevin noticed, his gaze softening as he grabbed a towel from a nearby lounge chair.

"Here," he said, holding it out to you. "You'll catch a chill."

You took the towel, wrapping it around your shoulders. "Thanks," you murmured, a genuine smile gracing your lips, the sharp edges of your teeth less intimidating in the soft light. "So, still not joining?"

Kevin considered it for a moment, looking at the inviting blue of the pool, then back at you. He liked seeing you like this, relaxed and unguarded, away from the demanding glare of Vought Tower and the constant performance of being a supe. He liked that you didn't judge his often clumsy attempts at humor or his more... forward tendencies. With you, it felt less like he was playing a part, and more like he could just be.

"Alright, alright," he conceded. "But only if you promise not to try and out-swim me." He winked.

You laughed, a clear, bright sound. "No promises, Deep. You know how competitive I get."

As he stepped into the cool water, the sudden splash momentarily dousing you, he noticed the way your eyes, those captivating shark-like eyes, gleamed with something akin to genuine happiness. Maybe, just maybe, this "partnership" was exactly what they both needed.

The cool water was a welcome respite from the oppressive summer heat, and Kevin relished the sensation as he submerged himself. He pushed off the bottom, gliding towards you with an easy grace that belied his often awkward terrestrial demeanor. When he surfaced, shaking water from his hair, you were already treading water a few feet away, a playful challenge in your shark-like eyes.

"So, the great Deep finally deigns to join the common folk," you teased, a splash of water hitting his face.

Kevin chuckled, wiping the water from his eyes. "Someone had to show you how it's done. You're just splashing around." He propelled himself forward, a powerful kick of his legs sending him surging through the water. He was fast, undeniably so, but you were no slouch either. With a flick of your wrist and a subtle ripple of what he now knew were your gills, you were right there with him, matching his pace stroke for stroke.

They spent the next hour in a comfortable rhythm of playful races and easy conversation. You talked about the peculiar challenges of using your abilities in landlocked situations, and the surprising freedom you felt in the open ocean. Kevin, in turn, shared anecdotes about his public appearances, the never-ending demands of Vought, and the quieter moments he cherished with his aquatic friends. There was a genuine ease between you, a shared understanding born from your unique physiologies and the bizarre world you inhabited.

As the sun began its slow descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, you both found yourselves floating near the edge of the pool, the water gently lapping around you. The playful banter had given way to a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the city.

"You know," Kevin said, his voice softer than usual, "it's... nice. Having someone who just gets it." He gestured vaguely between the two of you. "The whole... fish thing. The pressure. All of it."

You met his gaze, the sharp edges of your teeth hidden beneath a genuine smile. "Yeah," you agreed, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the setting sun. "It really is."

A comfortable stillness settled between you, a quiet acknowledgment of the unique bond that was forming. It was more than just a Vought-mandated "partnership"; it was a genuine connection, forged in the depths of shared experiences and the unexpected comfort of simply being.

The tranquil moment, as idyllic as the setting sun, was, of course, destined to be shattered by Kevin. He pushed off the bottom of the pool with a powerful kick, closing the distance between you in an instant. Before you could react, he had you pressed against the cool, tiled edge, his body a warm presence in front of yours. He stood there, a damned idiot indeed, a playful yet undeniably lecherous smirk stretching across his face.

You could have easily overpowered him. You had, countless times before, when his antics pushed the boundaries of your patience. Your strength, often underestimated, was more than a match for his. But instead of pushing him away, you simply smiled, a slow, deliberate unveiling of the mixed human and shark-like teeth that lined your mouth. It was a smile that promised mischief and a hint of danger, an unspoken challenge that he, in his current state, seemed oblivious to.

His eyes, usually wide and innocent, were now narrowed with an almost predatory glint as they raked over your form, lingering below the waterline. "You know," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, surprisingly close to your ear, "you look even better wet. And those trunks… they really don't leave much to the imagination, do they?"

Before you could retort, his hands found your hips, slipping beneath the water's surface. His touch was firm, possessive, and entirely too familiar. He drew you closer, the friction of your bodies a sudden, intense warmth in the cool water. His thumb grazed the waistband of your trunks, a subtle, almost imperceptible pressure that sent a shiver down your spine – a shiver that was as much anticipation as it was annoyance.

"I can't help but wonder," he continued, his voice dropping to an almost inaudible whisper, his gaze fixed on your mouth, "how those sharp teeth of yours would feel... everywhere." A beat of silence hung in the air, charged with unspoken implications, before he added, "And I'm not just talking about a little nip, either. I'm talking a full-on, 'leave a mark' kind of experience." The smirk on his face widened, a challenge now openly daring you to respond to his blatant provocation.

You could feel the blood heat in your veins, a familiar rush of irritation and something else, something primal and undeniably intrigued. His words, his touch, always managed to ignite that particular spark. The danger in your smile intensified, your eyes narrowing to slivers that mimicked the keen gaze of a hunter.

"Oh, Kevin," you purred, the lisp in your voice more pronounced now, a subtle hiss that only he seemed to truly hear. Your hands, until now resting idly on the pool's edge, rose slowly to rest on his shoulders, your fingers digging in just enough to convey a silent warning. "You truly have no idea, do you?"

You leaned closer, invading his personal space, the scent of chlorine and him – that ever-present hint of the ocean – filling your senses. His breath hitched almost imperceptibly. You could feel the tautness in his muscles under your touch, a clear sign that despite his bravado, he was keenly aware of the precarious line he was treading.

"Those 'nips' as you so delicately put it," you continued, your voice dropping to a near whisper, "can do a lot more than just 'leave a mark.' They can tear, Deep. Shred. And believe me, Kevin, there are a lot of places where they'd feel very at home."

You let your gaze drop pointedly to his exposed chest, then back up to his eyes, watching the flicker of genuine apprehension that finally registered there. The smirk on his face faltered, replaced by a slight widening of his eyes. He still held your hips, but the confident grip had loosened, almost imperceptibly.

"So, the question isn't how my teeth would feel in your skin," you finished, a low, guttural growl rumbling in your chest, "it's whether you're brave enough to find out."

You held his gaze, a silent challenge passing between you. The air crackled with a tension that was both playful and deeply animalistic. For a moment, the only sound was the gentle lapping of the water, and the rapid beat of Kevin's heart against your palm.

Kevin swallowed hard, the confident bravado that usually coated his interactions with you momentarily stripped away. He could see the truth in your eyes, the primal, untamed side that lay beneath your charming exterior. The thought of those teeth, sharp and glistening, doing more than just a playful nip, sent a shiver down his spine that was less about arousal and more about a very real, very delicious fear.

"Right," he managed, his voice a little hoarse. The smirk had completely vanished, replaced by a look that was a fascinating blend of awe and genuine trepidation. "A... 'leave a mark' kind of experience. Got it." His grip on your hips, which had slackened, now tightened again, but with a different kind of intensity – less possessive, more like he was holding on for dear life.

You let the silence hang for another beat, letting the implications of your words sink in. Then, a slow, triumphant smile spread across your face, revealing those teeth once more, but this time, the danger was tempered with a mischievous glint.

"Good," you purred, and with a sudden, fluid movement, you twisted out of his grasp. You pushed off the pool edge, sending a playful spray of water in his face. In an instant, you were gliding away from him, your form a blur beneath the surface.

Kevin blinked, shaking the water from his eyes. He watched as you surfaced a few feet away, laughing, that clear, bright sound echoing around the now-darkening pool area. The setting sun cast long, shimmering shadows across the water, making your form seem almost ethereal. He was still pressed against the edge, a dumbstruck grin slowly spreading across his face.

He had tried to be the predator, to push your boundaries with his usual lewd charm. But you, in your own unique and terrifying way, had effortlessly flipped the script, reminding him exactly who held the real power in this particular dynamic. And the most frustrating, exhilarating part? He wouldn't have it any other way.

He pushed off the wall, a renewed determination in his eyes. "You're on, Shark Bait!" he called out, launching himself after you, the chase now truly on.

The chase was exhilarating. Kevin, invigorated by your challenge, was a blur of limbs and splashes, his usual grace amplified by the thrill of the pursuit. He lunged, feinted, and darted through the water, but you were always one step ahead, a fluid shadow he couldn't quite grasp.

"Can't catch me, Deep!" you taunted, surfacing just out of his reach, a playful spray of water showering his face. Your laughter, bright and unburdened, echoed across the water.

"Oh, I'll catch you, Shark Bait!" he retorted, a grin stretching across his face as he pushed off the bottom, narrowing the gap between you. "Just waiting for you to get tired!"

You rolled your eyes, but the smile never left your face. "Tired? Please. I could do this all night." You ducked under the water, letting your body become one with the currents, a fleeting dark shape just beyond his grasp. You could feel the subtle vibrations of his movements, hear the rush of water as he propelled himself, a perfect sonar image forming in your mind.

He let out a frustrated grunt as you popped up behind him, lightly tapping his shoulder before darting away again. "That's cheating!" he protested, spinning around. "You're using your... advanced senses!"

"And you're using your... massive ego!" you shot back, a wicked gleam in your eyes. "Fair is fair, Kevin."

The teasing escalated, each retort sharper, each near-miss more tantalizing. He'd try to grab your ankle, only for you to kick away with a powerful flick of your legs. You'd swim circles around him, close enough for him to feel the displacement of the water, but always just out of reach. There was an unspoken agreement in this dance, a thrill in the pursuit, a knowing flicker in your shared glances that this was more than just a game of tag.

He finally cornered you near the shallow end, his arms reaching out to ensnare you. But you were quicker. In a sudden burst of speed, you ducked under his outstretched arms, twisting your body with an almost inhuman agility. Before he could reorient himself, you had surged forward, closing the distance between you and the pool wall.

Kevin, momentarily off balance, found himself abruptly pushed back against the cool, tiled surface. Your hands, surprisingly strong, found his shoulders, pressing him firmly against the wall. His eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and that familiar, appealing blend of fear and exhilaration.

You leaned in close, your face mere inches from his. The water dripped from your hair, tickling his nose. His breath hitched, and you could feel the rapid thrum of his pulse against your palms. The scent of him, that unique aquatic musk, was intoxicatingly close.

"Gotcha," you whispered, your voice a low, triumphant purr, the lisp making the word stretch out sensuously. Your shark-like teeth were on full display now, a sharp, white line against the wet darkness of your lips. The hunt was over, and the predator had claimed its prey. The roles had been decisively, deliciously, reversed.

He was truly pinned, his back pressed flat against the cool tiles, your hands on his shoulders holding him in place. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and his eyes, usually so full of an obnoxious confidence, were wide, reflecting the low glow of the pool lights. He was completely at your mercy, and for once, he seemed to know it.

"Well, well, well," you mused, your voice a low hum against the gentle lapping of the water. You leaned in even closer, your wet hair brushing against his forehead. "Look what the tide dragged in."

Kevin's lips parted as if to retort, but no sound came out. He was too busy staring at your mouth, at the sharp, almost predatory gleam of your teeth in the dim light. The playful menace in your eyes, however, was what truly held his gaze.

"Cat got your tongue, Deep?" you whispered, a challenging smirk playing on your lips. You could feel the subtle tremor in his shoulders beneath your hands. The scent of him, heightened by the proximity, filled your senses—chlorine, fish, and something else, something uniquely Kevin.

He finally managed to clear his throat, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "Just... admiring the view," he breathed, his voice a little shaky, but a flicker of his old charm trying to resurface. His eyes dropped to your lips, then to the exposed skin of your neck, before darting back to meet your gaze.

You let out a soft, amused huff. "Oh, I'm sure you are." You tightened your grip on his shoulders just slightly, enough to convey that you were still in control. "But we both know this isn't about 'admiration,' is it, Kevin?"

You paused, letting the implication hang in the air between you. The silence stretched, charged with the unsaid, with all the unspoken tension and undeniable attraction that simmered beneath your constant banter. Kevin's gaze was fixed on yours, searching, vulnerable, waiting for your next move.

You could see the internal struggle on his face, the battle between his usual slick persona and the raw vulnerability you had managed to coax out of him. It was a rare sight, and one you savored.

"No," he finally admitted, his voice barely a whisper, his gaze dropping from your eyes to your mouth, then lower, to where your bodies met beneath the surface of the water. "It's not."

A slow, satisfied smile spread across your face, the dangerous glint in your eyes softening just a fraction. You leaned in even closer, your lips brushing his ear, sending a jolt through his frame.

"Good," you murmured, your voice a low, teasing rasp. "Because I think we're both past the point of just 'admiration,' wouldn't you agree?"

Before he could answer, you pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze again. The question hung in the air, a silent dare, an invitation to acknowledge the undeniable current that flowed between you. His eyes, still wide and a little dazed, searched yours, and in them, you saw a flicker of surrender, mixed with a healthy dose of pure, unadulterated desire.

A tremor ran through Kevin's body, a physical manifestation of the raw tension between you. He parted his lips, a shaky breath escaping him. The vulnerability in his eyes was almost disarming, a stark contrast to the lewd confidence he usually exuded. He was truly exposed, and it was a look you found surprisingly captivating.

"Yeah," he finally managed, his voice barely a whisper, thick with an emotion you couldn't quite name, but recognized nonetheless. "Yeah, I'd agree."

The admission hung in the air, a fragile thing that could shatter at the slightest wrong move. But instead of shattering, it solidified into something palpable. You felt a shift, a definitive crossing of a line that had long been blurred between you. This wasn't just a game anymore.

You felt a surge of something primal, a deep satisfaction that hummed in your very bones. This was what you had been waiting for, the moment he dropped the act, the moment he allowed himself to be truly seen by you.

Your gaze flickered from his eyes to his mouth, then back again. The playful menace in your shark-like teeth softened, replaced by a different kind of intensity. You leaned in again, this time not to whisper a threat, but to close the last sliver of space between you.

Kevin's eyes fluttered shut as your lips finally met his. It was a tentative beginning, a soft press that tasted of chlorine and the unspoken desires that had simmered between you for so long. For a moment, the world outside the pool ceased to exist. There was only the cool water, the warmth of his body against yours, and the undeniable connection that had finally, undeniably, ignited.

The initial tentative touch ignited, a spark catching fire between you. The kiss deepened, Kevin's arms snaking around your waist, pulling you flush against him. The water, once a cool barrier, now served to heighten every sensation, every press of skin against skin. Your bodies, slick and warm, moved together in a slow, almost hypnotic rhythm, the gentle lapping of the pool a soft counterpoint to the accelerating beat of your hearts.

You could feel the hard planes of his chest against your own, the flex of his muscles as he held you possessively. His lips were soft, eager, a stark contrast to the sharp edge you usually presented. He kissed you with a desperate hunger, as if he'd been waiting for this moment, this release, for a lifetime.

Responding in kind, you opened your mouth to him, a low moan rumbling in your throat as his tongue met yours. It was a familiar dance, yet charged with a new, potent electricity. Your hands, still on his shoulders, tightened, your fingers digging into the wet skin beneath them.

Then, a mischievous impulse, sharp and sudden, took hold. You pulled back just a fraction, your gaze dropping to his bottom lip, full and inviting. With a deliberate slowness that was pure torment, you leaned in again, your shark-like teeth just barely grazing his skin. A low growl, more pleasure than threat, escaped your throat as you closed your teeth gently over his lip, not hard enough to break the skin, but just enough for him to feel the tantalizing pressure, the faint, primal warning of what lay beneath.

Kevin gasped, a sharp intake of breath against your mouth, a shiver racking his body. He tensed, his hands gripping your hips tighter, pulling you even closer until there was no space left between your forms. The slight nip sent a jolt through him, a jolt that was a dangerous cocktail of fear and intense arousal. He knew, intimately, what those teeth were capable of, and the knowledge only served to heighten the frantic energy that now pulsed between you.

You didn't stop there. The small nip at his lip was merely an appetizer, a taste of the dangerous pleasure you intended to inflict. You pulled your mouth away from his, leaving his lips swollen and slightly parted, a silent gasp escaping him. He was breathing heavily now, a desperate, guttural sound that thrilled you to your core.

Your gaze dropped to his neck, a canvas of taut muscle and pulsing veins. With deliberate slowness, you began to press soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline, inching lower towards the vulnerable hollow of his throat. Then, you introduced the exquisite torment of your teeth once more. Not biting, not drawing blood, but a series of light, teasing nips that dragged your sharp enamel across his skin. He shivered violently against you, a low moan escaping his lips as your teeth scraped and teased, a whisper of primal sensation.

His hands, still gripping your hips, tightened to the point of bruising, his knuckles white. He arched into you, an almost desperate plea, utterly at your mercy. You could feel the frantic beat of his heart thudding against your chest, mirroring the rapid pulse that now hammered in your own ears.

But you weren't done. Your mouth continued its descent, leaving a trail of wet heat and prickling sensations in its wake. Your tongue, slick and agile, glided over the curve of his shoulder, then down, towards his chest. You tasted the chlorinated water, the faint saltiness of his skin, and the distinct, alluring scent of him.

You lingered at his pectorals, your tongue tracing the hard lines of muscle before finding one of his nipples. You circled it slowly, deliberately, with the tip of your tongue, feeling the immediate hardening beneath your touch. Then, with a soft, sucking motion, you drew it into your mouth, your teeth gently scraping again, this time at the sensitive peak. Kevin let out a choked cry, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure and desperation. His head fell back against the tiled wall, exposing the full length of his throat, an unspoken invitation. He was yours, completely.

You pulled away, your mouth leaving the sensitive peak of his nipple, a gasp tearing from Kevin's throat as the sudden absence of your touch left him aching. He instinctively tried to follow, to reclaim the pressure, but your hands on his shoulders held him firmly in place against the wall.

Your gaze, dark and knowing, met his, filled with a dangerous mix of triumph and playful cruelty. He knew what you were doing. Every deliberate movement, every lingering touch followed by a strategic withdrawal, was a calculated tease. He hated it. Hated the exquisite torment of being pushed to the edge, only for you to pull back just before he shattered. His jaw was clenched, his knuckles white where his hands still gripped your hips. He was a man suspended in raw need, and you were the architect of his exquisite agony.

You leaned in again, not for his mouth, but to linger over the curve of his neck, where his pulse hammered a frantic rhythm against your lips. Your breath, warm and humid, ghosted over his skin, sending shivers through him. You pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss just below his ear, your tongue a slow, deliberate slide along the line of his jaw. He let out a low, frustrated growl, a desperate sound of yearning that vibrated against your chest.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he rasped, his voice strained, a desperate plea in his eyes. He squeezed your hips, a silent demand for you to either finish what you started or let him go.

You smirked, a wicked glint in your eyes. "Oh, Kevin, you have no idea," you whispered back, your lips just brushing his skin as you spoke. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the tension in his muscles, the way his body subtly pushed against yours, begging for more. And in that moment, you reveled in the absolute power you held over him.

You could feel his barely restrained desperation, the way his body subtly pleaded for release. And though you enjoyed the torment, the exquisite power of his heightened need, even you had your limits for teasing. The corner of your mouth quirked into a subtle smile as you finally gave in.

You pulled away from his neck just enough to get a better angle, your eyes locking onto the soft, vulnerable skin in the curve of his shoulder, right where his neck met the deltoid. It was a spot that promised both intimacy and a shocking amount of pain if handled incorrectly. You leaned in, no longer with playful nips, but with a sudden, decisive intent.

Kevin's eyes widened fractionally as he registered the shift, a flicker of raw apprehension replacing his desperate arousal. But it was too late. Your teeth, sharp and unforgiving, sank into the tender flesh. It wasn't a gentle bite, not a love-nip. This was harsh, deliberate, and undeniably primal. You felt the satisfying resistance of his skin giving way, heard the faint tearing sound, and then, the distinct, coppery taste of blood bloomed in your mouth.

Kevin cried out, a guttural sound that was part pain, part shock, and part an almost animalistic release. His hands instantly clamped down on your hips with bruising force, not to push you away, but to hold you impossibly closer, as if anchoring himself against the sudden, exquisite agony. His body stiffened, a tremor running through him, then he slumped against the wall, head thrown back, breath coming in ragged gasps.

You held the bite for a moment, savoring the feeling of your teeth buried in his flesh, the warm, metallic tang filling your senses. It was a profound, almost instinctual satisfaction. Then, slowly, you released your hold, pulling back your head. A thin trickle of dark red blood welled up from the two distinct punctures on his shoulder, glistening starkly against his pale skin and the chlorinated water.

You met his gaze, your eyes dark and intense, a silent question in their depths. He was panting, staring at you with a mix of shock, pain, and an undeniable, almost terrifying fascination. The game was over. The boundaries had been violently, thrillingly, broken.

The small wellspring of blood on Kevin's shoulder was stark against his skin, a vivid testament to your primal act. He was still pinned, chest heaving, his eyes wide and fixed on yours, a complex storm of emotions swirling within their depths: shock, pain, but also a dangerous glint of something akin to awe, even a perverse satisfaction. He reached up, his fingers tentatively brushing the fresh wounds on his shoulder, a low groan escaping him.

"You... you really did it," he rasped, his voice raw, a strange mix of accusation and wonder.

You watched him, your own breath steady, the metallic tang of his blood still lingering on your tongue, a sharp, intoxicating reminder of your actions. There was no regret, only a deep-seated hum of satisfaction that resonated through your entire being. This was the raw, untamed side of you, a part that few ever saw, let alone experienced so intimately.

"Did you think I wouldn't, Kevin?" you murmured, your voice low, a playful challenge still present, but now underscored by a dangerous edge. Your gaze dropped to the twin punctures, then back to his eyes, watching his reaction intently. "You asked for it. You dared me."

His lips, still swollen from your kiss, curved into a slow, almost bewildered smile. It was a genuine smile, devoid of his usual manufactured charm, a raw expression of the boundary that had just been shattered between you. He looked from the blood on his shoulder to your face, then back again, as if trying to reconcile the two images.

"Yeah," he breathed, a hint of something resembling surrender in his eyes. "I guess I did." He paused, a different kind of warmth now spreading through him, one that wasn't from the setting sun. "Doesn't mean it didn't hurt like a bitch."

You let out a low chuckle, a soft, guttural sound that seemed to vibrate through the water. You finally released your hold on his shoulders, allowing him to push off the wall. He moved slowly, almost cautiously, still processing the intensity of the moment.

"I imagine it did," you admitted, a genuine softness entering your tone, a rare glimpse of compassion. You reached out, your thumb gently wiping away a stray drop of blood from the edge of his wound, your touch surprisingly tender. "But you'll live, Deep. You're tougher than you look."

He watched your hand, a strange vulnerability in his gaze. "Yeah," he repeated, then looked directly into your eyes, a newfound understanding, a deeper connection forged in pain and raw intimacy. "I think I might be, with you around."

The last rays of the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the pool in twilight. The air grew cooler, but the space between you crackled with an undeniable heat. You knew, with a certainty that hummed in your very core, that this was only the beginning. The "partnership" Vought had offered had spiraled into something far more complicated, far more dangerous, and infinitely more exhilarating.

[collectingsorrows444]

Felt like making a silly faction for the Operation Ichor Au (breaks free from that one art block that lasted a few days. More like for a few hours when I’m supposed to be drawing kiran)

(Operation Ichor AU! By @slumbrr-r )

(Inspired by @segagrimreaper & @modcroissant :D )

I mean… there has to be some aquatic Twisteds.. right?

OVERSEAS COMMANDMENT

(Rough draft)

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The captain/leader of this group is Neptune Croaker, and he’s been around for a long while. This group are quite literally.. pirates! They are at seas most of the time, so if they’re parked at a dock or at shore, take your chance to get to catch a ride! (Of course, not without paying. What did you expect? They’re pirates! How else do you think they’re operating?)

Pirates are not at all trustworthy, a bit of tricks and tomfoolery here and there. However, expect this groups loyalty being the strongest trait rather than trickery.

Trust that Captain Neptune can get you to your destination safely, that’s all can be said.

Twisteds are everywhere, don’t get me wrong, but this group knows not to mess with them.

They encounter siren-like Twisteds overseas, and all of your favorite sea folklore-like creatures. Mapping them all out wasn’t easy, that’s for sure.

After all, the sea dominates majority of the world. It’s gonna take more than one ship to do it all. (Implying they’re a semi-large organization)

Commandment usually relate to a religious mean or belief, what do they believe in?

The wind, the seas, the rain— y’know, all that sweet stuff.

Let’s meet the first five faces of the faction :)

(I am still learning all of the roles, so forgive me if I am wrong. I am also still deciding roles.)

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Coral is Neptune’s granddaughter, he is her current guardian during this time. She creates these pearl jewelry, and they are used to symbolize a member’s loyalty and commitment. (They are usually the most trusted people. If you have a conflict with another member, please turn to them or the leader of the faction)

Neptune is an old lad, and he can command ships to life or into animation at will. (Of course, he’s limited to some extent. He can only command one ship that he chooses to operate.)

Onyx is a Spinosaurus

Jazz is a little scatterbrained (seaweed brain)

Azure? yes. (His sister is alive, I just haven’t drawn her yet)

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ROLES ON A SHIP (incase anyone is interested, these are also examples. There are a lot of other roles besides the listed)

• The Captain:

As the leader of the ship and crew, they are responsible for everyone’s safety. They make the big decisions and give out orders.

• The Co-Captain:

They are on the same level as the captain, and share the same role and responsibilities.

• The Chief Mate:

They are the primary second-in-command and take over supervising cargo shipment and everyone on board.

• Second Mate & Third Mate:

The second mate are in charge of navigation, navigation equipments etc. etc. sometimes they are assigned medical duties. The third mate are responsible for maintaining everyone’s safety and help with navigation/navigating. Both do watchkeeping.

• The Quartermaster:

They are the captain’s right-hand and takes charge if the captain is not present. They deal with disciplinary acts and oversee daily activities/operations.

• The Boatswain:

They are responsible for doing maintenance on the ship, the ropes, wood etc. They are in charge of leading parties to look for materials and supplies when docked at shore.

Of course,

You could also look up different roles yourself :) These are examples!

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Dynamics/Views with other factions

Gardenview: Neutral— not enough interactions or barely any interactions to make a full impression (unless the creator wants to input their own narrative)

Zodiac: No. (The pirates catch them in nets for fun and kind of dangle them over a bonfire if near shore— other than that, they’re just plopping them off in the middle of the sea. They’ve been dealing with these guys for too long.)

The Merchant Order: Friendly/Neutral— they mutually benefit off of trading and transactions of goods.

Ruin Corp: Friendly— Those pirates surprisingly pay well and fairly, give good equipment to clean their decks (good business is business)

Vinization: Neutral— Not exactly allies nor enemies. They do well with transportation, but barely interact. (edited)

The Caravan: Friendly— Whenever the two factions bump into each other, the exchange/share goods, news and information, and supplies with one another. There is some slight favoritism from Neptune since he sees the group as just “young lads/fellas” (edited)

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Enough yapping, I’ve done this all in one day. Never again. Getting sick again chat😔

“I read your lips and phrases, scanning for information

Sirens know about every route and horizon

Now I know how to get back to my island!”

Different Beast, EPIC: The Musical — Jorge Rivera-Herrans

[captain-space-kin]

My take on the regional Sora’s trend! She’s an alien now >:3

I had no idea what to do for this initially, but then it hit me, I could just shove her into my OC story. If I have the motivation I might shove everyone else into it too! I roughed out some ideas for the main cast while working on this.

A (sort of) brief lore explanation and tag list under the cut o7 (also tumblr killed the quality so click for a better view etc etc)

A lot of this still a work in progress since I’ve been changing this species lore a lot recently, but! Starsino’s are a semi-aquatic vaguely amphibious + reptilian race, whose society at large bears a striking resemblance to Imperium (hence why I chose it for Sora). Their eyesight is not great, and as a whole the species used to have a sixth sense that would them navigate in difficult to see areas like underwater (similar to a platypus!). At some point the ✨Space Fae✨ (not an 100% accurate description but it’d take too long to explain their lore afshhdf) came down and gifted them the ability of True Sight. Which expanded their sixth sense to allow them access to telepathic/telekinetic abilities. Eventually the ✨Space Fae✨ got bored and left but also took the True Sight with them, which inadvertently cut off their species ability to access this sixth sense at all, which caused their entire society to collapse. Not everyone lost their “sight” but the majority of people did. Some people are still born with the sixth sense and even True Sight, they’re called Seers and True Seers respectively.

Nowadays there are two major factions of Starsino’s society, The Dictatorship, and The Cult. Both are trying to restore everyone’s access to the True Sight they’re just going about it a different way. There’s a lot more to it them this but it can basically be boiled down to a Science Vs. Magic thing.

Sora being born with True Sight (which is where her tech manipulation stuff comes in), is taken from her family as a baby and given to the Science People to experiment on. Eventually she escapes and makes it out of Starsino controlled space. Where she meets Arin! Who is just some human guy who managed to get off of Earth somehow, idk I haven’t really worked that all out.

Anyway! Gonna try to not let this be an all consuming project like my AU’s usually are, but it is oh so tempting

Tag list -

@Inspectorghoul @fading-through-existence @juniperjellyfish @carmelo-san @lightningchicken

@crying-over-cartoons @officercooks @mywasasi @ashclouds366 @basicallyjaywalker 

@finn-m-corvex @garmaballs

[askfriskandcompany]

What were some future arks for AFAC that you never got to do?

There is only one potential arc that I fully decided against. It would have involved going to Atlantis in order to reconnect them to the rest of the world. In AFAC-world, Atlantis is another refuge for monsterkind that was built during the human-monster war, although rather than having a barrier, they simply sunk their whole city underwater and adapted to an aquatic existence. They don’t have a barrier, but they do still forbid anyone from leaving, thus any undersea explorers in small submarines who may have accidentally found them were quickly kidnapped and made to live out their days in Atlantis. Frisk and/or whoever went with them on that trip would have been in a situation like that and had to figure out how to navigate the situation somehow.

I decided against it because I wanted instead to focus on arcs that cause the main cast to change and grow in some way. While the Atlantis arc might’ve been fun from a world building perspective, it didn’t push the main characters in any new directions or develop them further, thus it felt too… like a filler episode, ya know?

-TQ

[mesentery-cyclica]

sketch of a design idea—sevine is based on an alligator gar and is renowned for her skill in navigating rapids as if effortlessly. her aquatic hunting skills also rank easily among the best of her tribe. still, she feels clunky, drab, and shy on land, with a hoarse voice and immovable expression, and generally keeps to herself within the submerged underbelly of zora's domain.