#here fishy fishy

[strid3rofthen0rth]

Cruising down the back roads in rolling hill country, headed to a particular bridge on a particular stream winding its way through the woodlots and corn fields.

Windows down and baseball on the radio, doing the swoopy hand thing out the window in front red barns and chewing cows.

Eventually, we gear up and slip into the creek. Like going home again.

That was a fine summer. Here's to many more.

[phoenixwench]

I'm too busy ROFLing to think of anything yet, but this definitely needs a wider audience!!!😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹

I've been collecting these for a few weeks and I NEED MORE

[pandoa]

"miss attorney" and "miss bodyguard"

"serious, overworked ceo" and "serious, overworked surgeon"

i rest my case.

[possumnest]

six HOT New FISH STICKERS !!

on my etsy store now!

my sticker aquarium now includes the red asian arowana, brown bullhead, coelacanth, largemouth bass, lake sturgeon, & zombified sockeye salmon!

want all of them for a discounted price? you can get either all of these new guys + two older fish designs (rainbow trout and sauger) in a bundle or just the freshwater fishies in a bundle! don't miss this big catch!!!¡!🐟

[raycatzdraws]

A Linked Universe meets The Dark Crystal AU! I don't even remember what started it at this point. I remembered that the Dark Crystal and Age of Resistance are things I like, blinked, and woke up three days later with an AU and a bunch of art.

The designs and the story are a wip and for fun so expect a lot of variation! (I have a few different beginnings, ideas for different designs, etc)! :D

In addition to #linked universe I'll be using the tags #the dark crystal lu au and #courage of the dark crystal!

[ravenna7939]

Feels like a follow up to this image

Bad ending

[fishyvamp]

“make me small”

Dead by Daylight Pairings: The Executioner X GN!killer!reader Rating: M | Mature | NSFW 18+ Word count: 1.5k+ CW: degradation, heavy consensual violence, light fingering, sub!reader, monster fuckery, choking, denial, subspace, thigh fucking Summary: You're pent up and need someone to put you in your place.

The rage feels like fire in your veins as you stalk through the dark fog, Knives along your chest feeling just a bit too heavy. The dark voice inside you purred and praised you for your good work. You felt too big, as if the space inside you wasn’t enough to contain the fire that threatened to spill out and burn everything in its path. Mindlessly you had found yourself in front of Midwich, the elementary school decrepit and falling apart even if it was in better shape out of trials. You rolled your shoulders, the realization whispering exactly what you needed, Him. 

Mind singularly focused, you stormed in growling lowly clothes still soaked in blood from the trials. You could tell He had visitors. You’ll just chase them off, tell them to find somewhere else to loiter. Someone else to waste their time with.

Pyramid head sitting down, sharpening his blade, on a chair comically small compared to his mass frame. Head tilting upwards instantly knowing why you were here. The room feels colder, his visitors bolting from the room, the legion members jumping windows and fleeing. You did wonder why they were here, but the thought vanished the moment the large man stood up jamming his blade into the floorboards before approaching you with heavy boots thumping with each step. 

Your eyes are wild as you look up feeling ready to explode. The Executioner was unphased by your posture, everything at this moment was routine. When you first arrived no one would go near you. The blood lust built up after each trial with no downtime, no way to get it out, and no real release like you had in your world, the rage lashing and attacking anything that spoke or so much as moved in your direction.

The only one who made any headway in calming you was Him. He pushed you harshly against the wall, a massive hand drifting up your throat, and pressing harshly, you gasped for air, but you didn’t fight. You never did, but the lack of oxygen brought a warm fuzzy feeling in your head that had your eyes fluttering, “Tell me what you need.” he growled, voice echoing in the steel frame.

“I’m too big,” you grunt, “make me small.” the words would almost be a plea if your face wasn’t twister anger, and rage. You can hear a huff echoing against the steel, the clock tower chimes air raid horn going off, the pound of the bell loud and clear shaking the school, echoing in your chest. ”Beg,” his voice low and breathy. Your skin prickles as a shiver overtakes you.

You close your eyes focusing on your breathing, on your heart, on the way the cold air of the destroyed classroom felt. “Please…” you speak softly, your body relaxing, he presses into you harder. It’s like he wants to crush you. “Please what?” He demands squeezing your throat tighter. “Please, use me. Fuck me. Crush me, choke me. Just please remind me of my place.” You look up desperate, eyes half-closed as you struggle to breathe. “Where is your place?” he asks, loosening his grip just ever so slightly.

“Under you,” you manage to breathe out. Your core clenches hearing him laugh, grabbing you by the throat and slamming you onto the teacher's desk. You watch as he removes his frame a black dripping shapeless void where his head should be, glowing white eyes, a long tongue flicking around wildly trapped in his mouth with teeth too sharp to be human. The large man grabs your thighs pulling them apart just so he can grind into you feeling the heat of your sex it has him throwing his head back groaning. 

“This what you want?” He growls leaning forward, elbows resting on the creaking wood, caging you to the desk. You nod your head silently, craning your neck to look at where his eyes should be. “This all you good for.” he hisses as if this very request offended him. His hips grind harder, one hand supporting your back while he rough grips the back of your skull. “Just a nasty whore.” Your eyes close softly, gasping for breath you focus on the way his clothed cock rubs against you. The way it nudges against your sex. Grinding through the very fabric that separated the two of you.

“Sinful,” Pyramid head gunts slamming your hips together. His tongue coaxed your mouth open pushing in, wet appendage filling your throat, you gag and buck. Eyes watering as you try to swallow all of him. Desperate to please him. Desperate to make today the day he finally fills you with that heavy cock.

The Executioner purs feeling you choke on his tongue, exploring deep inside you stopping before he tastes the acid of your stomach. He enjoys the way you struggle to breathe with him inside you. The tasty feeling of you fighting yourself not to try and get him off of you. He enjoyed the conflict that rooted itself inside you. He enjoyed the way that bloodthirsty monster inside you fades the more he forces you down. Forces you to take him and everything he gives you. The giant man twists and curls his tongue inside you, the appendage curling up and bulging in your throat. His gaze was intense as he glowered down at you. Watching you try to claw at him, try to breathe, everything about you desperate.

He pulls out of you softly. Chuckling at you, watching you gasp for breath tears staining the corners of your eyes. Beautiful, he thinks flipping you onto your stomach and yanking your pants down just enough to expose that pretty ass for him. His fingers dipped down to trace your hole pressing in slightly as he just shook his head. He can feel that you’re trying, that you want this, but not yet. 

You whine feeling him press a thick finger into you curling and twisting hitting your sweet spot having you arch your back mewling loudly, desperately clawing at the desk struggling to find purchase anywhere. “Quiet,” he growls, pressing your head into the desk. Large hand pressing almost painfully down, You can hear him shifting fabric before a heavy cock finds its way to the curve of your ass gliding between your cheeks. Slow and gentle, your mind focuses solely on the feeling as you try to lift it.

“Please,” you whine, face tight as you fight your body trying to not come off as pathetic as you feel. “Please,” you repeat. He leans forward pressing you down with a large hand still pinning your face harshly against the desk. “No,” you moan, feeling the way his voice rumbles against his back. 

“Not this time.” His fingers leave your hole, making you whine in discomfort from not being filled anymore. you have to bite your lip to stop the desperate sobs that threaten to escape. The beast shifted once more, pressing himself between your thighs. “Be good and squeeze for me.” he hisses thrusting slowly pre cum lubing between your thighs as he moves slowly groaning darkly as his hips move. His long tongue falls out feeling you press your thighs together tightly. Sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. You need this, you need him. You could feel your empty hole twitching desperate for more than the finger that has long left it.

Pyramid head just chuckles, his hips moving at a steady pace, the cock was easily the size of your forearm, you didn’t care if it wouldn’t fit, you still wanted it, still wanted to feel it burn as it stretched you. Still wanted to have it split you open like the needy whore you were. You just had to settle with feeling as it rubbed against your sex. Your juices leaked onto it as he continued to thigh fuck you. “Please,” you were starting to feel like a broken record. He picks your head up slamming into the desk, pain blooming from your head. “No!” he growls, moving faster, cock twitching between your thighs. 

“You listen the first time I tell you.” His words were dark, the world spinning. That actually fuckin hurt. You gasp for breath feeling him falter. He must be close, the thought all but confirmed as you are yanked off the desk and forced to the floor the cock inches from your face. A thick hand frantically stroking the cock while the other held you in place. You look up, tongue falling out as you anticipate what he wants you to do cum splashing on your face as he covers you with his spend.

It doesn't take long before he pulls against his groin, growling at you, “clean your mess up whore.” He speaks in such a dark and low tone you can feel it vibrating down your spine. You look up, eyes half-lidded as you begin to lick the softening shaft. The Executioner groans as you work your magic. This was just the start of a very long night. You were completely feral when you came in and no doubt would need a lot to silence that pesky voice in your head. He'll take his time, and you'll enjoy every second of it.

[fish-cakez]

life series watcher wing headcanons or something

[inestheunicorn]

❤️🐟 Glub Glub Kiss Kiss 🐠❤️ on a fish phase currently

If you want fish:

patreon.com/inestheunicorn

[manmadelamb]

I'd poke the glass so hard.

I put him in a box

[strid3rofthen0rth]

Tough work, but somebody has to explore the small streams

[skumhuu]

Could we please get more of the shiver with the babies!! They are just too cute!! Love em so much!!

[cryptidlurkingindacorner]

Go ahead, take one

[libbytwq]

dry meggy inspired me

closeups below cut

meggy, boopkins, @tiredsmashbros

@v4p0v1s3r @mikchi8 @neo91502

@epicevan7, @its-a-me-mango, ignatius

karen, @rmgkyle, smg4

smg3, @knightedmares, smgl:e

og image by @markatoto (IM SO SORRY FOR THE TAG im just obsessed with dry chip,, he needs water)

[shesmore-shoebill]

one of the flipside benefits of Arasha's Deadpan Queen Of Lies reputation is that sometimes we get to see her reaction when someone else pulls a beautiful, outrageous lie to her face without breaking, perfect deadpan.

SPECIAL bonus when it's Angela after saying some absolutely WILD stuff <3

[worldly-fluster]

Stingray

Rafayel x non-mc Reader

Part 1 of ?

*Non-cannon!*

**Again I have not actually read or watched anything for Rafayel's Myth so I will not be basing this off the Myth and I will get things wrong and miss little details but yeah I felt the need to write for Sea god Rafayel and Lumerian Rafayel...what can I say, I like non-humans lolol😅**

***I'm making everything up as I go...lol also MC has amnesia but still remembers who she is.***

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I stare out at the open sea, the sand between my toes and the salty breeze in my hair.

...I don't know what just happened.

The last thing I remember...I was home... something happened and I was doing something. I can't remember what but I do remember at some point suddenly smelling the sea breeze.

I hear I few seagulls squawk to my left, turning towards them I see a flock of them surrounding a pile of seaweed.

Out of curiosity, I walk over, scaring them off. I crouch down by the pile of seaweed, taking a nearby stick and poke it a few times, lifting some of it with the stick I noticed something.

This pile of seaweed had a fishie tail!

Removing the rest of the seaweed, I find that it's a dolphin that must have gotten beached at some point.

I sigh a bit in disappointment, thinking that it was dead but then it moves it's tail a bit. I gasp as I move to grab it's tail so I can pull it into the water. The dolphin makes a few clicking noises of distress.

"I'm sorry, this is the only way I can get you into the water faster..."

As if it understood me it stopped trying to struggle and continued to click.

When my feet hit the water, I almost fell but I kept pulling the dolphin. Once we made it to deep enough water I let go of its tail so it could possibly swim away but it just floated there.

I reached out and moved my hands soothingly over it's slightly dry skin, bringing it's blowhole above water.

We stayed like this, holding it up and letting it go under the water every once in a while. When it seemed to regain strength, it moved slightly away and swam in a circle around me slowly, clicking and singing as it went.

After a bit more, the dolphin seemed to be feeling much better. It swam up to me, nudging me with it's long snoot.

I giggled and ran my hand over it's head before turning to wade my way back to dry land. The dolphin turning to swim off before circling towards a few rocks peaking out of the ocean close to the shore.

A man sat hiding behind the rocks. His purple hair dark from the ocean water, his blue eyes seeming to burn into my back.

As it started getting dark I tried pulling some leaves and driftwood together to make a shelter, I even used the seaweed that covered the dolphin before.

Proud with my work, and not noticing my audience, I set to work trying to start a fire so I can stay somewhat warm tonight. It was getting cold.

I struggled. A lot.

I couldn't light a fire to save my life, quite literally in this case.

The silent observer felt...pity. So while I wasn't looking, trying to gather more sticks, he snapped his fingers and a small flame lit the bundle on the ground.

When I saw the now lit fire, I squealed.

"Thank you!"

I shouted out to the universe, not knowing that I actually did have help but just thinking it was a stroke of luck.

The man scoffed quietly from his hiding place, rolling his eyes, but his ears flushed.

He waited until you were asleep in your makeshift 'hut' before approaching.

He looked down at your sleeping face before saying.

"I only did this because you helped. Eye for an eye, so you people say."

He narrowed his eyes as you moved in your sleep.

---

The day after I saved the dolphin, a few stingrays washed ashor. I helped them too, as much as I could with the barb on their tail. I ended up using some seaweed to loop around their fins to drag them into the shallows.

When I got them into the water, I let the seaweed go and it fell from their fins. Every time I freed a stingray back into the water from the sand, they would sit there for a moment as if in disbelief. Then they would swim away quickly.

After I got them all, I went back to my makeshift tent to sit and think.

What am I going to do?

I figured I could start by figuring out where exactly I am...so I set off to explore my surroundings.

After a small adventure, I figured out I was on a relatively small island. It used to be inhabited, what with the old-more like ancient- abandoned stone buildings. One sat not too far from where I was camped, the other was on the other side of the island, near a cliff edge.

The cliff wasn't high enough to kill on impact, but it would definitely hurt and if you weren't careful you could be carried by the waves and smashed into the cliff side. The only thing I won't do, is go into the ocean water unless I have to and luckily I also found a stream of fresh water leading from the building on the cliff down to a small pond that had water so clear it looked like glass.

I looked into the old rock buildings, there wasn't much but the one near my little camp could become my new camp. It still had a roof on it but it was missing it's doors, broken windows and looked ransacked.

I spent the rest of the day fixing up the main room so I could sleep more comfortably and out of the cold sea breeze.

Before the sun completely disappeared I went back to the beach to make sure nothing, no dolphins or stingray, got washed up again but all I found were pretty shells and what looks to be an old dagger.

Now that could be useful.

I once again said thank you out loud. Thanking the universe for my luck.

"Thank you! This'll help a lot..."

When I picked up the dagger, I felt the end of the blade, it was sharp enough to serve as a crafting tool but the rust on the metal would not be good for anything food related but I might be able to use it on the coconuts around the island.

I pocketed the pretty shells and the dagger to take back to my new camp, not noticing once again that I was being watched from those same rocks.

---

The days went on similarly.

I would wake up, walk the beach to make sure nothing washed up. Help the stingrays that somehow always beach themselves and watch the water as dolphins splash by. Then I would go to the pond to get water or go for a quick swim.

The clothes I first found myself in becoming grimey so I looked deeper into the abandoned places and found some old cloth that I could turn into a robe of some sort while I tried cleaning my old clothes.

Every once in a while I would find a cool little trinket, most of them I have no idea what they even do but I take them with me anyway. The last one I found was a glass figurine of a stingray, it was mostly clear with an inside of blue. It was beautiful and simple.

In my new camp at the ancient remains of a building, I sat all the trinkets on a stone bench, the glass Stingray sitting proudly in the center.

---

After about a week of doing the same thing I began to feel...watched?

I hoped I wasn't going stir crazy, being alone on an island with my only company being the fish and seagulls.

I didn't have much time to think on it because I was starting to feel...off.

I was getting lightheaded, nauseous and could barely sleep but I was so tired. I still went out to check the beach even though I just wanted to lay down, but only a few days of this and I found myself collapsing as I was stepping out of the doorway.

As I lay on the dirt, I wheezed, trying to breathe. I tried getting back up but my limbs felt like jello. After a second of trying to get up, I gave up as I let the black spots in my vision completely take over.

I passed out.

---

"..."

You were late.

He sat on the sand, waiting, watching his beautiful tail's scales drying out. He stayed in this form just for your first meeting...and you were late.

You always walked the beach, looking for creatures to help at this time. Only, when he was the one that needed 'help' were you late.

Maybe you were just sleeping in...you did seem tired these past few days. He'll wait a little longer, but if you made him wait too long...

The sun was getting higher, burning down on his scales. He flopped his tail once before it quickly turned into legs and he stood up.

He turned and stormed towards the path he watches you take every day. His purple hair now completely dry from sitting in the sun, his eyes glowing blue in his temper.

He followed the path and could see the old building through the trees, but as he got closer he could see something that strangely... worried him.

He saw you, laying on the ground passed out.

He stood over you for a moment, watching as you struggled to breathe, before he bent down and felt your warm skin.

"..."

He sat still for a moment before sighing, rolling you onto your back and picking you up to bring you back inside your 'home'.

"You are lucky."

He grumbles, deciding to help you. But only because you helped the creatures of his domain...no other reason.

Yet.

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