#deep queue sea

[liodain]

[kukulkahn]

@knowseverythingaboutyou​ sent: "You sound like an artist" Daredevil Sentence Starters | Accepting

        By design, it is late in the day when Namor enters the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The Talokanil planned it as such, to better avoid any lingering second glances from overworked security guards or harried museum curators. He's here specifically to see the museum's latest exhibit on Maya Art and Divinity, which features some rare artifacts predating even his mother's people. The stelae and artwork tells the stories of who K'uk'ulkan would become -- both the God and the Man.

         Namor loathes that such connections to his Peoples' spiritual origins are kept in colonizer institutions, but he has learned to play the long game, regarding certain... reparations.

         K'uk'ulkan is immersed in his thoughts, peripherally aware of the people still milling around him, most of which are utterly unaware of his presence in the way only truly distracted surface-dwellers can manage. The Heavy boots hiding his ankles and knit beanie covering his pointed ears are both stifling, while the absences of his nose and ear adornments leaves the leader feeling strangely naked. He murmurs translations to himself as he scans the hieroglyphs carved into massive stone monuments, but falls silent at the words spoken from his left.  

        Turning, Namor regards the woman, his expression shuttered. There is something about her that makes a current of awareness pass beneath the Talokanil's skin.

         "...Do I?" He asks at last,  mouth tilting ruefully. "Is it because I appreciate the mastery of Maya Artists? Or because I am muttering to myself in an art museum?"

[liodain]

Transphobes often say gender is like a coin, either heads or tails. They're more right than they realize.

Gender is a coin. Everybody is given one at birth, and they're given it either heads or tails. You can flip it over. You can flip it back. You can keep flipping it all you want. You can balance it on its side. You can throw it away. You can get a new one. You can take it to the zoo or museum to one of thise penny press machines. You can melt it and reform it. You can keep it melted. You could even take someone else's. You can glue fun things to it. You can paint it. You can take the paint off. You can trade them for cool shit.

Transphobes often say gender is a coin. They say this not realizing how easily coins can be changed.

[seaslug-haven]

Latin name: Trinchesia sibogae, Tenellia sibogae

Common name: -

Family: Trinchesiidae

They mostly live in the tropical waters of Indo-West Pacific region.

As much as we would love to tell you more, not much is known about the specimen. :(

Enjoy the photos of the silly at least :')

Next post: 19.11.2023

[citizenoftmrrwlnd]

stimboard for : a deep sea isopod with a bubblegum witch aesthetic and a pallet of pastel pink, pastel green, and lavender requested by @twinklebuggy

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[skyllion-uwu]

We need more transfem furries making music. I know there's a lot but we could always use more

[munsonownsmyass]

Me at my mutuals (although I've been a lazy one lately) ❤️❤️

It's important to me that everyone understands that if you've got an autistic friend who periodically sends you pictures/videos/whatever of your Thing, because they know you're into it... They love you.

Now don't get me wrong, It may not necessarily be romantic love, they might not want to run off to a little farm in Montana where you'll be married forever and raise little sheeps...

But they definitely love you. And they're so happy when they spot a post about X and go "ooh, my friend likes X! I'll send it to them!".

Because they love you and want you to be happy.

[deathprincess]

[historia-vitae-magistras]

Gilbert and Erzsé.... they're one word in two fonts. Soldier and warrior. Dragoon and hussar. Monk and priestess. He lashed himself to Ludwig, to make a nation where Prussia could not possibly be dominant on its own. She wed herself to Roderich, because exchanging her sword for the crown of an empress was better than losing everything. These parallel paths, only intersecting when there is a boy to teach to ride and to fight and to read and sing. Or when corsets finally unhook and a chemise can be pulled down and a mouth can lavish attention from her throat to her thighs....

[liodain]

I'm absolutely blown away

by how gorgeously @liodain has managed to bring some of my original characters to life! Please check it out here: Refractions.

(Art based on my F/F superheroes fic, Cloak and Dagger, Cape and Cowl,)

[rexscanonwife]

Hello lovelies!! As you may know I'm on vacation in Puerto Rico right now with my amazing partner and having an absolute BLAST 🥺🥺💘💗💘💗💘 it's been so much fun hanging out with ruby and their family and feeling like part of it!

At the same time tho (and I've been talking about this with them)...being on a tropical island and hanging out at the beach has got me thinking about Jacob again 😳😳

[resolutepath]

"It is you I cannot sacrifice." (and lyney to freminet!)

"But you must!!"

Freminet's voice usually so timid and meek fills the space now, a demanding sound that offers no option but to be heard, to be noticed, to be paid attention to. The young Fatuus sets his gaze upon the one who he calls brother, who he will one day call Lord Harbinger, and shakes his head, taking a step back between them.

"You know you must." He insists more evenly, hands balled into fists at his sides as he considers every angle of the task set before them. A man who must die for the awful crimes he has completed, a feat that requires both distraction and a bloody knife. "You are the show and the spectacle, you and Lynette can command any attention from anywhere and no one will notice you. And I... I can be the knife that sees your task complete."

It will not be the first time, nor will it be the last, he has accepted as much. Unless he leaves the world and abandons his memories altogether to live another life, then the stain of crimson will forever marr his hands, for it is only he and Father who were trained in the ways of Mother, who learnt that survival meant the cost of one's soul, and it is better to kill than be killed, to dispatch their enemies so as not to allow them another breath of trouble. But unlike the other times, this is the first time that Lyney will have to command him to do it, to ask him to sell what little remains of his soul, to shake his fragile foundations. It makes something within him ache, but he buries it deep down, in depths darker than the deepest of oceans. If it is to be known, then it will only be known by the waves of the deep as he screams his sorrows into their currents.

"Don't worry about me, Lyney, worry about your task. Better you focus on that, and then fuss after if you need to." Help me put myself back together when the nights become haunted with reaped souls demanding penance. "I can do this, brother, you know I can."

[poetluka]

Deep Sea Gigantism

In the abyss, where food is scarce and pressure severe,

Organisms become larger.

So large it feels impossible,

The line between what can and cannot be

Become blurred and engorged like the depths they swell from.

[munsonownsmyass]

Wholeheartedly agree with this 👀

I'm trying to get into beard mode for the Bernthal Bash in September...

I can't decide if I want big bushy, or scratchy scruff!

Guess I'll just need to do one for each ☺️

[ki11erkitt3n]

omg it's dedf1sh at whale fall

[citizenoftmrrwlnd]

house decor for : a shapeshifter with a bioluminecent wolflike main form with stuff to make a pillow fort/nest in a deep sea theme [banner image made in wolvden!]

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