#i wrote this about a fish

[pickastaranystar]

POV you are a little black seadevil swimming to the surface of the ocean

Certain things are sacred.

Meant for some eyes

And not others.

A sea foam of cloud tops  

Swirling against the blue underbelly of space 

Meant only for the eyes of birds.

A cage of ribs settled

Silent on the seafloor; a boneyard in the dark abyss 

Meant only for me 

I should not be up here

In defiance

Of my morphology 

But now that I am,

I rise

That I may catch a glimpse of sun-dappled sky

And the eye blazing above the surface  

Needling at my flesh:

The teeth of retribution. 

I rise and I know

as Icarus knew when he fell 

There are some things we were not meant to see

But it is worth the price.

It is worth the undoing. 

~M

[sorren-sews]

benthic angel

was writing about lake sturgeon for a class assignment and showed one of my friends what i'd written.. he then sent part of it back to me with line breaks to turn it into a poem! i just had to draw something for it :]

poem text under the readmore:

lake sturgeon don't know that they're endangered. They don't know anything - other than the muck at the bottom of the water column and the occasional passing touch of another.

really touched by how my friend turned my technical writing into poetry. i haven't tried to write creatively in months, so it's nice to see i've still got it- and nicer still that i could get so inspired by my friend, since i haven't made nature art in a little while, either :>!!

[alzrite]

Theres something falling from the sky and its falling fast.

So, what does Jon do? He catches it. Only it is not an it that he caught but a she. And she is dripping green all over. And boy does the green sure looks like its blood with all the gashes it was oosing out of.

Jon panics and does the only thing he can think of.

"DAD!"

Superman appears beside him near insantly.

"Jon, what's-"

He stops mid question as he spots the girl in his arms.

"Let's get her somewhere safe."

[waitineedaname]

yoohankim connected by a red string of fate, but the red string is something han sooyoung wove herself, and the red string is the lifeline keeping kim dokja from drowning, and the red string is the outline of a person that yoo joonghyuk filled in. do you understand.

[shepscapades]

The whole “connecting the whole server with rivers” thing isn’t for nothing :3

Okay I just got like 3 asks about this so apparently I missed something DFBJDFGHKCGHN whose POV is this from? i know false is doing all of the river stuff, is she kinda leading the server plot/trying to do something sinister or is it more of a widespread thing? o.o genuinely curious

[foldingfittedsheets]

You have been pinterest-ified

https://pin.it/5zJDk7m1t

Oh my god, not that one…

[sapphicjigsaw]

its been fun yall see you when splatoon 4

[sacchiri]

Hellsing 2002 calendar illustration.

Ein wunderliche und erschröckliche Hystori von einem großen Wüttrich genant Dracole wayda Der do so ganz unkristenliche marrter hat angelegt die mensche, als mit spissen als auch die leut zu Tod geslyffen

A wondrous and frightening story about a great berserk called Dracula the voivode who inflicted such unchristian tortures such as with stakes and also dragged people to death

[nebulations]

Fish, 7 (For your prompts! ❤️)

Hi, anon!! Thank you for the prompt, you were the very first one to send one in! 7 was, again, the wildcard, so I randomly generated a different number to land on Yue Qingyuan (from Scum Villain)! I have no choice but to dedicate this to @bytedykes, because I told her about this prompt and she said “yqy pet fish mental health speedrun” and we went, uh, a little insane about it. Enjoy some yuefang, folks!!!!

“Mu-xiong,” Yue Qingyuan says. “I’m sorry to bother you. Are you available?”

“Yue-xiong is never a bother,” Mu Qingfang says warmly. “And I am, actually, yes. Is everything okay, Yue-xiong?”

“I think I need help.” A bit dramatic, perhaps, and Yue Qingyuan hates to trouble Mu Qingfang on a rare day off, but Yue Qingyuan and impulse have never been the best combination, and he would appreciate a second opinion.

Mu Qingfang’s voice turns hard. “Where are you? I'll come right away.”

“What—?” Yue Qingyuan stares at his phone like the blank call screen will tell him why Mu Qingfang suddenly sounds so serious. “I'm at home, but—”

“I'll be right there,” Mu Qingfang says, and hangs up.

Yue Qingyuan stares at his phone for another second, then lifts his gaze to his sparkling new aquarium. His new betta, white and black and resplendent of fin, stares back. Was his crisis of faith about his viability as a fish owner really so deserving of such urgency…?

—

“So,” Mu Qingfang says. “This was your emergency?” He looks about as unimpressed by the betta as it does by the two of them.

Yue Qingyuan feels obscurely like he’s being scolded. Mu Qingfang is one of the nicest men he knows, but that just means that his censure takes the form of a blunt instrument of mass disappointment.

“In my defense,” he points out meekly, “I didn’t say there was an emergency. Mu-xiong just assumed.”

“That’ll teach me,” Mu Qingfang huffs, but at least he looks amused. “Yue-xiong should get used to asking for help more so this gege doesn’t have to panic every time he does ask.”

Yue Qingyuan’s mouth almost drops open. He can only hope his cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. “Er—well, I asked this time, didn’t I?”

“You did,” Mu Qingfang allows, looking something horribly close to fond. Yue Qingyuan swallows and tries to hurry on.

“So—not an emergency, but I do want your opinion,” he coughs out. “I’m having… doubts. About the fish.” Mu Qingfang’s eyebrows contract. Yue Qingyuan rushes it out. “Do you think I should keep it?”

“Yue-xiong…” Mu Qingfang looks politely incredulous. “Why does my opinion matter? The fish is already yours, isn’t it? If you don’t think maintaining its upkeep will be feasible, that’s one thing, but… Surely Yue-xiong did the research before getting it?”

He doesn’t sound judgemental, but Yue Qingyuan feels his cheeks warm. “I did, but I wasn’t planning on getting a fish; I was only admiring the tanks. There was a salesperson who was… very insistent.”

Mu Qingfang regards him doubtfully, which is fair. Yue Qingyuan towers over most people he meets, and his bulk only further adds to the impression of immovability. It’s only when he opens his mouth that it becomes clear how spineless he actually is.

Yue Qingyuan falters. “I had thought… I thought it might be nice.” The bettas had seemed so majestic in their tanks, iridescent monarchs of false grass and plastic coves, and Yue Qingyuan had thought, wildly, that one might be rewarding to keep, might breathe a touch of life into his immaculately sleek living room. The whole affair hadn’t even been expensive by his shiny new standards, forget difficult to physically arrange. It was only when installation and set-up for his new aquarium had finished and he was left to watch that jewel-bright being swim disaffectedly through its new home that doubt had seized him, all-consuming and black. He had, admittedly, panicked a little after that.

(Yue Qingyuan’s apartment is very large, and very clean, and very empty. It holds the barest amount of decoration and muss to qualify as lived-in rather than a snapshot from a magazine ad. The fish may, in fact, be the only thing in the entire place which really qualifies as his. No wonder Yue Qingyuan wanted to jettison it from his life as soon as he got it.)

Mu Qingfang’s expression hovers between concern and simple confusion. “I’m sure Yue-xiong will be a more than adequate caretaker,” he says, more gently than Yue Qingyuan and all his neuroses probably deserve. “What’s this really about, Yue-xiong?”

Ah. There it is. Being the mildest person of Yue Qingyuan’s admittedly sharp-tongued social circle doesn’t preclude Mu Qingfang’s wit from being as keen as the scalpels he works with.

“I don’t…” Yue Qingyuan falters. How to express to Mu Qingfang how manifestly unfit Yue Qingyuan is to care for any living creature at all? He changes tack. “I think he hates me,” he admits dolefully.

Mu Qingfang stares at him for a long time, long enough to imply that he’s reevaluating certain opinions about Yue Qingyuan’s intelligence. “Yue-xiong, with all due respect to your new pet—it’s a fish.”

“Fish have emotions!” Yue Qingyuan argues. He flushes at the volume at which it comes out, and at the way Mu Qingfang’s eyes go wide-eyed in startlement. But the salesperson had been very insistent about that, as well. “Bettas are intelligent animals. They dislike certain colors, apparently, and they’re very sensitive—ah, to environmental disruptions, that is. And—”

Mu Qingfang’s eyebrows are still high, but his face has relaxed into a smile. “It sounds to me like you like it quite a bit already. Isn’t that reason enough to keep it?” His tone curls with sudden mischief. “Have heart, Yue-xiong—you’ve hardly known each other for a day! Give it time to adjust to you, and I’m sure you’ll win it over as surely as you do everyone else.” And he grins, sure and easy in his trust that Yue Qingyuan won’t fumble and shatter something so small and monumental as a life that he could cup in his palms.

While Yue Qingyuan is still dazed by that, Mu Qingfang’s eyes alight with interest. “Ah, Yue-xiong—what have you named it?”

“...”

Mu Qingfang’s face falls as devastatingly as it had lit up. “Yue-xiong…”

“Mu-xiong is aware that I was unsure of whether or not I’d keep him!” Yue Qingyuan is terribly aware that his ears are now heating up to match his cheeks. Mu Qingfang’s ensuing laughter does not help with that matter.

Yue Qingyuan is not very good at holding onto things. More often than not, he makes a mess of whatever he’s set his clumsy hands to, lets it fall right through his scarred fingers. But Mu Qingfang’s words ring through his head: Isn’t that reason enough to keep it? And, well, isn’t it? Surely Yue Qingyuan is adult enough to follow through on this. Maybe happiness can be look like his new betta swimming up to the tank to observe the new colorful form moving in front of it, can come as easy as Mu Qingfang quipping that his knowledge about fish is clearly lacking and vowing casually to read up on bettas to be a better fish uncle.

Yue Qingyuan buries a smile and walks over to let Mu Qingfang know that bettas can be trained to follow fingers around. The betta’s clear preference for Mu Qingfang over Yue Qingyuan is as good a marker of intelligence as any fun fact the pet shop worker could have given him. Yes, Yue Qingyuan thinks with a smile—he thinks he’ll be keeping this after all.

[karan-koron]

do you know the significance of the fish in the office at the start of the film? (and possibly why it crossfades into the moon?)

Hello!

This kind of fish is called a Celestial Eye, and its most notable feature is, of course, its huge eyes, which are perpetually looking upwards. Actually, this kind of fish is basically blind, and relies on smell to move around. It also lacks a dorsal fin ; because of the very features it was bred for, it's unable to compete with others fish in a larger tank. In short, it's a species bred by humans only to be kept by themselves in smaller tanks, for decorative purpose.

The name "celestial eye" comes from a story saying these fish were bred in small pots with a tapered end. The fish originally were looking sideways like others telescope fish do, but they gradually started looking upwards in search of light.

When you think about it this way, a helpless being kept prisoner in a tank by a rich human in a position of power foreshadows the condition of the Ghost Tribe kept in a well by the Ryuga pretty well, doesn't it?

They're kept like pets in the well, and when they look upwards they see some light in...

The moon!

The relation between the celestial eye and the Ghost tribe was mentioned by the staff during a talk show, so that I know for sure was their intent!

Now it's just my own thoughts and interpretation, but given how important symbols eyes, and sight, are in this movie, I can see more than just the Ghost Tribe in the celestial eye.

Despite their large eyeballs, they are unable to see, and they are kept prisoners in a weakened state by people in a position of power. To me that also fit humans such as Mizuki, unable to see the supernatural, wounded and kept prisoners by their hierarchy and, at large, the society they live in. Humans and Ghost Tribe folks aren't so different after all...

And finally, throughout the movie a lot of focus is put on Tokisada's large, shiny, round yellow eyes. He's someone who always wanted more and kept looking up, failing to ever look at the family in front of him, and at the common people beneath him. Despite his ambitions, he ends up at the bottom of the well at the end of the movie, where he can only continue to look up at the moon above.

In short: we're all the same! That's quite the foreshadow-y microcosm in the President's fishtank, haha.

[starlingfawn]

i get eaten by the worms

had an otherwordly experience today [yesterday night??] in a half asleep state at 4 am listening to radiohead and drawing. i scribbled this up while trying to stay awake and after getting some rest i spent the whole day turning a silly sketch made while sleep deprived into an actually rendered piece that i am very proud of

btw the oc in question is anchovy ^^!! she's some sort of sabertooth tiger-shark thing? i always end up drawing her snout much more seal like tbh! she wears a metallic fish helmet for no particular lore reason since she doesn't really have a backstory / a place within the world of my other characters.. i grew much less attached to her due to this very reason but i still draw her sometimes :] she is heavily inspired by in rainbows

the lyrics on the right are from these two songs!!: [commatose was my soty for 2024 it's such an incredible song]

[holleringhollowfolk]

Ghouls HC

Okay, hear me out. I know, I know this theory is contradictory with a lot of fandom lore so just take it as a fun thought.

What if ghouls aren’t actually demons. What if a summoning gathers souls from animals or humans that recently died.

When an earthly creature dies right after a summoning starts the soul is collected to form a new ghoul. Every element needs a certain type of creature thus water ghouls need fish souls, air ghouls need bird souls, earth ghouls need any type mammal that lives on land, quints have human souls and fire ghouls need reptile souls (being the closest thing to a dragon). A soul needs to be strong to form a new ghouls so when no strong souls are available multiple weaker souls are merged together, that’s how multis are formed.

I like to think that the look of the ghouls is solely based on how humans thought they should look like. Given that the summoning is a magic invented by humans, they therefore (subconsciously) decided to give the ghouls a human/demon look.

[sysig]

Party (group) party (celebratory)! (Patreon)

[ceiling-karasu]

Mulsajo

Character with the most confusing name in the series.

His name doesn't really translate to much other than something to do with water. DeepL translates it to waterfowl, at least, which would be interesting if it foreshadowed his death via Mulori, while Mulsajo's 'forget-me-not' was meant to convey that one should not ignore him or assume he is dead.

Surprisingly good with following orders, as well as at fighting. He even manages to hold his own against Scout Goseumdochi for a bit.

I think I find characters fishing in this series to be aesthetically pleasing in general.

I wish there was a funeral for him. He gave a funeral for Mulmangcho when he thought he was dead, so I hope there was a proper memorial period at least.

[fitzrove]

Bad dark joke but I feel like cultural representations of crown prince rudolf and the extreme overemphasis/influence of 1888-1889 in discussions of him are kind of like the internet meme thing with blobfish. Like that's his sad corpse you're parading around and showing to people,,,,,

[seventh-district]

7am, eating cold leftover teriyaki stir-fry for breakfast and crying over blorbos