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“you want a mending book, right?” scar asked, head peeking barely above the water, the gills on his neck still submerged in the water.
“if i were to want anything, it would be a mending book, yes.” grian cast his fishing rod back out into the water, his voice was careful and hesitant.
“what if i told you i had one?” scar swam closer to grian, still keeping his distance but grian could feel the water shift from the movement.
“you’re not a mermaid,” grian said, eyes closing into a squint at scar. “you’re a siren, aren’t you?”
“i’ve been called many things,” scar dodged the question. he brought his hand out of the water, brushing shapes into the surface with his fingers. “siren has been one of them.”
“you’re trying to lure me,” grian phrased it like a question, a rising intonation at the end. he reeled his fishing rod back in, another salmon.
“that depends,” scar smirked, his eyes followed the movement of grian unhooking the fish and throwing back into the sea. “is it working?”
#they are on my mind i’m sorry#USSHKSSHBSNS i’m not normal about them#i wonder if my work knows i’ve written gay fanfiction in their lounge several times#scarian#desert duo#hermitshipping#grian#gtws#hermitcraft#fisherman au#snippet
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human sardonyx 🐸
#rat noises#do i even dare to tag this as steven universe anymore#this like the fifth level of au hell#steven universe#👹#sardonyx oc#su#digital art#fisherman au
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more designs yayy
#fisherman grian supremacy#technically WIP but idk how to finish it#this one has been haunting me for weeks and i just want it out of my life#also still postapocalypse au design#but its so universal it could work as an overall s10 design as well#grian#grian fanart#hermitcraft#trafficblr#mystuff
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More dredge au (im getting consumet at the bottom of the ocean)
#geminitay#mcyt#dredge au#hermitcraft#fanart#sol art#digital art#artist on tumblr#dredge auuuuu we are so back#gem season 8 as the collector..... season 10 as the fisherman... man
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httyd sketches I’ve compiled from the past couple of days v_v;;) I’ve been learning to draw the dragons and am studying a lot of nico marlet’s art for it…… barf& belch hold a special place in my heart so of course i also had to draw their silly humans. And their silly humans’ fave too. but no one told me the real struggle wld be drawing stoick the vast in all his glory. Omfg. His beard is awesome it’s shaped like a star.
and modern au………..!!!! have been debating this with a friend. toothless is a cat until he is a service dog. do you feel me? and hiccup wears his fishinf get up to his classes after getting up at 4am to help his dad draw in the fish that morning.snug little cozy coastal town that has more secrets than it should. Do you feel me?
#mochis mumbles#my art#art#httyd#how to train your dragon#hiccup horrendous haddock iii#hiccup haddock#toothless#stoick the vast#stoick haddock#ruffnut thorston#tuffnut thorston#fishlegs ingerman#barf and belch#httyd modern au#i am not confident in my Icelandic but toothless’s vest should read ‘service’/aid#hiccup in a fisherman’s sweater and jeans and scuffed up boots with mud splattering the soles.You can save me#stoicks beard is awesome tho omfg.i love the texture of it in the first movie and tried to mimic it#drawing him is soooooo hard but whatever. I do it all for my old man.#ruff and tuff with barf & belch is entirely self indulgent tho. my bad
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They find and torture each other in every timeline lmao
#found out curly kind of makes a cameo in that fish game and decided to make a fisherman au#curly mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#captain curly#jimmy#mouthwashing game#mouthwashing fanart#captain curly fanart#mouthwashing au#art#digital art#how fish is made
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5 - Peer into the Darkness - @/stych-stychu's Cotltober
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#lets pretend this isnt late#cult of the lamb#cult of the cat#cotl au#cotl fanart#cotltober#drawtober#cotl ratau#cotl fox#cotl kallamar#cotl fisherman#also funny story I thought the prompt was for the goat#and not the fox#so I pumped out a whole ref sheet#just to make another ref sheet out of realization
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I want a silly au where Arthur’s return is just him being fished out of the lake by a fishing net, which is a surprise to both him AND the poor fisherman, who immediately lets go of the rope and dumps him back in the water. After he’s recovered from the shock, Arthur’s hauled back up again, looking like a drowned rat with a fish flopping about on his head. Merlin only finds out from a breaking news headline titled DROWNED MEDIEVAL COSPLAYER FISHED OUT OF LAKE BY HERO FISHERMAN, STILL IN CHARACTER
#yes I know Avalon’s not really a lake anymore#and even if it was I doubt there’d be a fisherman on that lake#hence the ‘silly au’ XD#crack au#bbc merlin#Arthur returns au#Arthur pendragon#Merlin emrys#merthur#Merlin
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😔 he had to be donut’d eventually, even in my own au
(But he survives this one!! And Jotaro goes berserk lmao)
Still playing w the specifics, and the sketches are kinda sorta connected, but def gets hit with an arrow (shot from Dio’s longbow, the bastard), tbd on whether or not he’s with Jotaro or if his (unconscious) body is found later, both suck in different ways >:)
Also peep Jotaro giving Kakyoin the stink-eye in the first one,,,, he’s still just studying his eye color lmao but Kakyoin is STRESSIN
#jojos bizarre adventure#fanart#aged up characters#jjba part 3#jojo part 3#noriaki kakyoin#kakyoin#kakyoin lives#kakyoin donut#donut#viking au#vikings#jotaro is a fisherman#jotaro kujo#jotaro x kakyoin#jotakak#they just became friends!!#and then Kakyoin is shot#and Jotaro is wracked w guilt that he didn’t protect him#but he beats up dio so it works out
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fisherman grian and mermaid scar
#and get this! they fall in love#am i going insane? possibly#i just think that they though so#UGH no coherent thoughts but i sure am visualizing it…. with like scars head poking just achieve the water and he’s observing and they fall#in love with each other from afar and then they meet but ones on land and the other is in the sea so they’re star crossed lovers and and and#you know??????#scarian#desert duo#grian#gtws#hermitcraft#hermitshipping#au concept#fisherman au
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im just playing dress up w/ them at this point lol
#cult of the lamb#cotl#narinder#cotl narinder#cotl lamb#cult of the lamb au#cotl fanart#the lamb#the one who waits#cotl the one who waits#artists on tumblr#cotl art#artwork#lamb x narinder#the lamb cotl#okay i had this idea after going insane abt their clothes abt fisherman AU#and by vessel its the lambs fucknig BOAT#the lambs got a lot of screws loose and is very hard headed n stubborn#narinders been exiled and is a stowaway same w/ the twins lol#spotted loony lamb w/ their porcelain crown & they were the perfect victim to harbor the traitors#oh yeah lol the bishops yeeted the red crown to the sea n the whoel idea is that the lambs like “lol i liek the red crown sure”#anyways canon is fishsticks here and this AU is mostly for art LOL
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Catfish | Chapter 1
🫧Filet O’Frankie🫧
A/N: this is my first ever Frankie fic and while I’m excited, I’m also a little nervous since I have never written for him before 😭 be prepared for lot of corny ocean/fish innuendo’s and Frankie being an ass because why would he just admit to the reader that he’s attracted to her? Nah, that would be too easy!
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Summary: a fisherman walks into a bar..you again with the damn umbrellas in his drink.
Pairing | fisherman!Frankie Morales x bartender f!reader
Warnings: fluff ,teasing, banter, reader has thoughts of jealousy and feelings of insecurity, language, sexual tension, mutual pining, implied smut (not with the reader) mentions of alcohol, ouid, mean!frankie, grumpy!frankie, is really just a big ole softy!frankie, close proximity, no fish fingers..I swear, no age gap, readers nickname is Starfish, reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni
A fisherman walks into a bar..you again with the damn umbrellas in his drink.
You’ve been working at the town bar right along the harbor where fishermen and tourists would parade down the wooden docks like a flock of seagulls.
Instead of throwing yourself head first into figuring out your career after graduating with your masters in publishing, you decided to take a year off and return to your roots. You grew up in this little beach town, and it would always be your home.
Then there was him; Frankie Morales. A local fisherman that you used to attend highschool with..except, you lived in two completely different worlds. Frankie’s parents owned a small fishing business that Frankie attended to. And once his father could no longer hold down the business on his own, Frankie took over the business entirely.
Now, here’s where your two worlds finally meet. The bar you work at? It’s owned by your parents who gratefully hired you to be a bartender. The catch? (literally). Frankie gets drinks and food on the house simply for the fact that he supplies fish to the bar. It’s a fair trade, and even though he frowns upon some of the trendier menu items, business is good so he really has no room to complain.
Unless..that complaint is directly rooted back to you.
Frankie Morales can’t stand you, and those stupid little multi-colored umbrellas that you insistently put in his beer, every. Goddamn. Time.
Other than those stupid little umbrellas, you’re an alright person. Pretty, bubbly, chatty with everyone that crosses paths with you. Your infectious energy can be described to be similar to a Golden Retriever or a Husky. Whereas for Frankie? Well, he’d agree that he has black cat energy, and not an ounce of Golden. (You’d beg to disagree).
Sure, he’s a bit offstandish, mean at times, but man, is he handsome. Handsome to the point where you want to giggle and kick your feet anytime you see him. He’s mean, but you can’t help the way that you feel. Maybe he’s so grumpy all the time because he’s out at sea from morning to evening, and he smells a bit, well, fishy.
You remind me of a starfish. He said completely out of the blue on one particularly hot summer day while you were pouring his first beer after a long day out at sea. Just down the dock, the water was glistening under the bright sunlight, shimmering like a million diamonds.
Because they’re pretty? You set his glass down between his hands where they were resting along the bartop. Before he could take a sip, you placed a hot pink umbrella stick into his glass.
He grumbled, like he always did, before he adjusted his usual baseball cap on his mess of curls. Sometimes you wondered if he ever washed that damn hat.
No. Not because they’re pretty, but because they suction themselves to everything. He said casually while gingerly plucking the umbrella from his glass and tossing it to the side.
You glare at him while you feel your heart clench inwards like a tight fist. “Well, if I’m a Starfish, then I’m going to start calling you..Fish Filet.”
His brow raises in mock amusement at your little nickname for him. “Fish Filet?” He scoffs, “how original.”
You want to stomp your foot and tell him that he’s really being an ass, but that voice inside of your head reminds you to refrain from stooping to his level. “It’s either that, or Catfish. So, I suggest you pick one, Morales.” You quip.
He grimaces as soon as the words “Catfish” leave your lips. His face scrunches inwards like he has just gotten a taste of something sour, revolting. You can’t see his deep brown eyes as they’re hidden from your view by his sunglasses, but you imagine he’s glaring at you now too. “Do not call me Catfish ever. Call me Fish Filet or whatever, but not Catfish.” His words are firm, straight to the point as he brings the rim of his glass to his lips and takes a large sip.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Fish Filet.” your middle finger slowly rises upwards, but before it can be fully extended, he reaches over the bartop and swiftly interjects with his hand.
His palm is warm, and albeit, a tad sweaty, but that doesn’t stop the sparks from shooting up through your arm from his sudden contact.
He says nothing, scoffs, assumably rolls his eyes before he retracts his hand.
He’s so mean, but your heart skips a beat whenever he’s near.
“I don’t get what you see in him honestly. Sure, he’s a good looking guy, but he’s such fucking dick to you during every interaction i’ve seen.” Your coworker, and close friend says to you while fixing up another drink. It’s happy hour at the bar and the tourists are in full swing tonight.
You laugh, because you know she’s right, why continuously bat your lashes at a man who wants nothing to do with you? Is it the chase that excites you? The coursing adrenaline firing through your veins. The close proximity?
There was that one time that you believed Frankie almost was attracted to you. It was during a little beach bash that ended up with you and a few friends making a drunk decision to skinny dip in the ocean. You caught Frankie trying to inconspicuously sneak a peek, but you caught him in the act, and you had never seen a man’s face turn so red.
“Yeah, he’s mean, he’s an asshole.” You agree, “but, June, look at him. He’s a dreamboat, literally. I think he’s just a big fat grump all the time because he’s forgetting to wear his sunscreen, and he faintly smells of fish. I don’t know about you, but I’d be pretty pissed if I kept getting nasty sunburns and smelled..fishy.”
You know that Juniper is just looking out for your well-being and just wants the best for you. But she just can’t seem to grasp why you were so attracted to a man who seemed like he could frankly give two-shits about you, and your existence in his life.
“I wouldn’t exactly call Frankie Morales a dreamboat in my books, but I just think you’re a total catch, and any guy would be lucky to just breathe the same air as you.” Juniper said while she expertly lifted a tray of freshly made shots to deliver to her table.
When she walks away, that's when you notice the devil himself with another tourist who’s wrapped tightly around his finger like a worm on a fishing wire. Frankie doesn’t have to try very hard to get his dick wet practically every night. He just has to smile, run his fingers through his curls, and look in their direction before they’re ensnared. You used to think he was like a shark, swimming in the depths of the ocean, targeting his prey when they least expect it. But now, he reminded you of a Barracuda. Calculated, precise, and almost always successful in his ‘hunts.’
You never considered yourself to be jealous in nature. Not even in past friendships or fizzled out relationships with mediocre guys that you spent your college days with. These feelings didn’t begin to breach the surface until Frankie Fucking Morales showed up on your radar
Your fist clenched tightly around the little paper umbrella in your grasp while you watched Frankie work his magic. He made a point to freshen up before heading to the bar. He’s wearing a clean shirt, and that same stupid baseball cap. His jeans fit snugly on his waist and thighs. What you wouldn’t give to slip your hands into the stitched back pockets of his jeans.
He leans in close, whispering something into the female tourist's ear that elicits her to throw her head back a little and giggle. Her hand slides up the expanse of his chest where he’s left two buttons purposely undone for this exact reason.
You can see the sliver of exposed skin glistening under the fairy lights strung along one of the wooden beams. His skin is tanned, bronzed, and you imagine dragging your tongue between his pecs, tasting the tang of the sea, and of him all in one swipe.
His hand rests along the lower back of the woman, fingers sliding down further to rest along the curve of her ass. She’s wearing a flowy sundress, one that you’ve seen in a boutique in town. She looks beautiful, and even though you know you shouldn’t compare yourself to others, you can’t help but feel like you look frumpy next to this stranger.
You can’t tear your eyes away from the scene that is unfolding in front of you even if you tried. It reminds you of the feeling while watching a really bad movie or tv show, and feeling like you probably should stop, but the small part of you is dying to know what happens next. You watch closely as he leans in, lips brushing the shell of the woman’s ear in a teasing fashion. You wonder if he popped in a few breath mints, and spritzed on some cologne. You were so used to him wearing the sea on his skin, that it was hard to picture him smelling any different.
Wanna get out of here, beautiful?
She nods, and he reels her in, just like he did with the last one, and the one before that. He was the enticing bait on a hook, and they were the unsuspecting, curious fish that just had to go in for a taste.
You hear his warm laughter that echoes through the hot summer night air as he entwines his fingers through the woman’s hand and leads her to the bartop with nothing short of enthusiasm in his step.
“Evening, Starfish. Mind hooking up my lady friend and I here with a couple shots of tequila?” He’s dropped her hand now and rests his bare tanned elbow along the sea glass countertop. His other arm is wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his side. His small grin is enticing, tantalizing and sending the butterflies swarming in the pit of your stomach. On the outside, you remain calm, collected, and professional.
“Good evening, Fish Filet. Sure, you want salt and lime on the side as well?” You smile politely at him and his catch of the evening.
“Fish Filet?” The woman giggles, dragging her nails across his bicep as she leans into his strong grip around her waist. “Is that your nickname, Frankie?”
He chuckles, ignoring her for a moment to focus all of his attention on you while he pulls out a five dollar bill and places it in the tip jar. “Salt and lime on the side as well. Thank you, Starfish.”
He usually never bothers to tip you, and it’s not expected given the arrangement, but you think that maybe he’s just doing it all for show so that his lady friend believes him to be a chivalrous man.
“You got it, Catfish.” You shoot him a wink before he even has the chance to open his mouth to spit something back.
Your face heats up at the realization of what you just called him while you turn your back swiftly and grab the nearest bottle of tequila and two shot glasses.
Yeah, dollface. It’s my nickname because y’know, I’m a fisherman. He’s leaned in close again that the woman can feel his hot breath fanning her cheeks and parted lips.
Well, you don’t smell like a fisherman, Frankie.
His hand moves from her waist and slowly ascends upwards, drifting across her exposed cleavage before settling at the base of her throat, feeling her pulsepoint quicken and jump from his lingering touch. He presses a hidden kiss to the spot where the base of her ear connects with her jaw. His patchy, uneven beard tickles her skin as she lurches forward for even closer contact.
No, I don’t. He agrees, But I fuck like one.
Her knees nearly buckle in on themselves from the tone of his voice and the way that every word drips from his lips like warm, sticky, sugary sweet, syrup.
“Two shots of tequila on the house.” You announce, breaking through the building, palpable tension like a hot knife on a pad of butter. You can hear the sizzling sound now.
“Thanks, Starfish. You wanna take one too?” He offers, knowing that you’ll decline his invitation.
“Can’t drink on the job, Frankie.” You think about saying thank you, but for what? You don’t really owe him that either.
He shrugs, unfazed by your immediate choice to decline him as he returns his attention back to the woman beside him.
“You ever taken a tequila shot before, cariño? Goes down nice and smooth with a bit of salt and lime.” He slides the shot glass of shelf Tequila to her with ease while he grabs the two lime wedges and the salt shaker.
“No, I'm afraid I've been taking tequila shots wrong this entire time.” She might be lying, but you can’t really tell just based on her tone.
“That’s alright, beautiful.” He reassures her. “I’ll show ya how to do it properly.” He licks the back of his left hand before sprinkling a bit of salt on it. “Licking the salt before you take the shot really minimizes the burn on its way down.” He explains.
“Care to do the honors?” She asks while holding her hand out towards him.
You fight the urge to roll your eyes at the scene playing out in front of you, but that would give yourself away. And you’d be damned if Frankie ever knew how you really felt, so you busied yourself with wiping down the same glasses you had cleaned off earlier in the evening.
In your peripheral you see Frankie drag his tongue across the back of her left hand, his eyes flit upwards towards her face so she can get a mental image of exactly what he’ll look like when his face is buried between her thighs–
He pours a trail of salt granules on the outside of her hand and his own. “Now, we lick the salt, cariño, then immediately take the shot, and finish with the lime. It really brings the flavor of the tequila out.” He grabs his own shot glass and lightly taps it with hers before he licks the back of his hand, throws the shot down his throat, and grabs the lime wedge. He sucks the citrus juice from the fruit expertly just as she’s taking her own shot. Before she reaches for her own lime wedge, his hand drops to her waist, pulling her flush against his chest before he kisses her deeply. She’s surprised, but eager as her arms loop around his neck in the heated kiss. She can taste the salt, tequila and the lime juice on his tongue as he licks greedily into her mouth.
Get a fucking room, Morales. You say to yourself internally. The jealousy burns deep and is stoked at with a hot iron that scorches your insides.
That’s how a real man kisses, and I'll never know what it's like.
He pulls away from the bruising kiss just for a lick of air. His lips are slightly swollen, and now coated in a light pink shimmer from her pretty lipgloss. Her fingers are toying with curls at the nape of his neck, pulling him back in for another kiss. “I see what you mean about the salt and lime now, Frankie.” She purrs.
His eyes meet yours across the bartop, brow raised as he waits to see if this will be the night that you finally snap and show him that his attraction to you hasn’t gone blindly unnoticed. That maybe you’ll stop him from taking this woman back to his boat, stop him from fucking her till her legs shake, and the only name she’ll remember on her vacation is his; Frankie Morales, the fisherman. Whereas come morning, she’ll be gone, and he won’t even remember her name, just like the rest of them.
Instead, you stand there, eyes meeting him in an even-toned gaze. There’s no indication given on how you feel towards him, or that you wish it was you he was taking back to his boat. You simply smile, give him a small nod before you return to wiping down the glasses.
Only when his back is turned towards you, and you hear the scraping of the bar stool, and the light jingling of his keys being pulled from his pocket does your face finally fall, and your mask loses its place like loosened strings on a violin that hasn’t been properly tuned in a very, very long time.
His arm stays wrapped around his catch of the night as he leads her down the dock where his boat is gently bobbing with the evening current. He kisses her again, calloused hands from tugging coarse rope, and fastening fishing lines, now bunches up the fabric of her dress in a haste.
Through the open window at the stern of his ship, you can hear her breathy high-pitched moans, and his deeper, more prominent groans as he drills his hips into her pelvis over and over again, imagining it was you instead.
It’s an hour past closing time for the bar when his catch of the night finally stumbles from his boat, heels clutched in one hand as she wobbles up the dock. She’s close enough that you can see her face, and her wild mess of hair and swollen lips, and that post-fuck glow to her skin as she passes by you without a glance.
Frankie emerges minutes later, shirtless, boxers hung low on his lips, baseball cap on his mess of curls. In one hand he holds a cheap beer, and in the other, a joint and a lighter held between his middle and forefinger. He sits along the bow of his boat, sparks up the joint, before he lays on his back and gazes up at the starry night sky longingly.
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Mermaids!!!!! Wahoo!!!
and also pirates
honestly wip
#my art#argenthill#argenti#boothill#hsr argenti#hsr boothill#mer argenthill au#I DUNNO IF BOOTHILL SHOULF BE A PIRATE OR FISHERMAN FOR THIS MERMAID AU#i originally had him be a fisher men#but I think pirates are cool 👍#also I didn’t draw his coat he has one though
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Love siren Annabel Lee x Pirate Lenore, but consider Siren Annabel Lee and her drunk fisherwoman wife whos sick of her trying to lure her into the water
dredge au fanart 🫶
#nevermore webtoon#nevermore webcomic#nevermore#lenore nevermore#lenore vandernacht#annabel lee nevermore#annabel lee whitlock#annabel lee webtoon#annabel lee x lenore#lennabel#dredge au#siren annabel lee#fisherman lenore#lenore heeft teveel stella biertjes gedronken#now where's chapter 3 dolly?
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mermaid au part 2: Sirius 🌊🖤
she found a fork!!
and then some more sketches bc I apparently came up with a whole storyline for this au so
#marauders#fanart#marauders era#marauders fanart#sirius black#sirius black fanart#lily evans#mary macdonald#mermaid au#wolfstar#remus lupin#sirius x remus#mermaid sirius#and his fisherman boyfriend who taught him what a fork is#now that’s love
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quick sketch of beloved as a mermaid before mermay ends !!! \o/
#rote#realm of the elderlings#robin hobb#fitz and the fool#fitzloved#mermay#fanart#the farseer trilogy#beloved#the fool#mermaid or serpent ???#fisherman fitz x mermaid beloved au hallucinations go brrrrrrrr
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