#into the seal-verse...

[sealsdaily]

Today's Seal Is: Super Hyper Ultra Ultimate Deluxe Perfect Amazing Strong Cute Beautiful Galaxy Baby Infinite Undefeatable Warrior Nenechi

[records-of-a-slacker]

Earth 2 KRS dies (?) AU

Thinking of an AU where in Earth 2, instead of Kim Roksoo being the only survivor after the unranked monster attack, everyone else except him does. I'm pretty sure a bunch of people already came up with this somewhere but it's so. tragic. so i'm gonna ramble about it as one does.

He saw the records. His world may be better off than the other earth he saw in Cale's memories, but that doesn't mean they're invincible. he pictures that record over and over again, memorizing the movements of the monster and the exact moment his team members were struck and how he could prevent it. He prepared every possible measure, from the best ability users that could go at the forefront, any kind of special material they could use in order to defend against the monster's special features, scheduled evacuations, everything. Everyone believes him, of course, because he's the prophet that could tell the future. ("I have faith!")

But then on the fated day, something goes wrong. One thing that was off the mark. Just one strike that started too soon, the timing of an attack that was off, anything. But now the monster, as a last ditch strike before it dies, was about to hit Choi Jungsoo like in his record, and he's not about to let that happen. He lifts his metal shield and takes the hit.

He thinks, no, he's pretty sure he's going to die. The gash was deep, and he can hear the horrified yelling from around him. Lee Soohyuk and Choi Jungsoo were holding onto him tightly and he was about to blackout when something weird happens, but it was too late for him to tell.

Miraculously, he woke up.

...Inside of an unfamiliar room.

"He just popped out of nowhere! From the sky!" Was that a 5 year old??

"Shh, we shouldn't be too loud, he's asleep, so we might disrupt him." A voice that sounded... kind of Korean? A 17-year-old kid? Who's house was this-

He winced as he got up , realizing the bandages he was wrapped in. The two figures tense up and whip their head around, the human of the two hopping to his fee- is that dragon!?

"You!" the little 5-year old dragon exclaimed as Kim Roksoo immediately sat up and moved back against the wall, cautious. "You're the weird human who looks like Choi Han that fell from the sky! Who are you?"

He blinked. What the- "Choi Han...?"

He raised his brow. "Are you Korean?" he seemed concerned. "Did you also suddenly get dropped here?"

"What-" Kim Roksoo froze. Hasn't he... seen this little black dragon somewhere before?

"Well, listen up, weird human. We saved you, so it's time to pay for your meals!" he puffed his chest as he flew closer to him, with Choi Han hovering behind him in slight concern. "I am the great and might 4-year-old dragon, Dodam Miru!"

Kim Roksoo was suddenly overcome with the urge to cuss out a certain god.

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In another world, Choi Jungsoo and Lee Soohyuk are out for blood and are trying every possible demon-summoning method in the book and cussing at the sky until GoD appears so Choi Jungsoo can beat him with a broomstick and Lee Soohyuk can scam him into a deal that sends them to Nameless 2 immediately. Because by god if they leave him unsupervised for a day he will start world war or sacrifice himself to the nearest cause in no time flat

(yes, Alberu who met chaotic servant Cale is also here. The timeline configuration will be dealt with later)

[leopardsealz]

one of my selkie OCs seán in his seal form!

[aspirant1598]

[dollzstrology]

ೃ⁀➷ — Sealed With A Kiss: Valentine’s Day Event

’Sealed With A Kiss’ is a collection of valentine’s day themed Love Letters [oneshots and drabbles] for the multiple fandoms I write for that will be posted throughout the month of February. Each entry can be read as stand-alone since none of them correlate with one another. I wanted to write some love stories for the season of love so I hope you all enjoy!

₊˚⊹♡ If you would like to be tagged for any of the works below click here — Special Events Taglist

Love Letter #1 — UNDER THE STARS

₊˚⊹♡ — ft. Cowboy!Miguel O’Hara & farmers!daughter!reader

Love Letter #2 — SURPRISE SURPRISE

₊˚⊹♡ — ft. Tsireya

Love Letter #3 — EXPRESSING LOVE

₊˚⊹♡ — ft. Outer Banks Boys

— all rights reserved ©DOLLZSTROLOGY. all fanfics belong to me, do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend on tiktok any of the works seen here.

[littlewrensx]

@spiritusmuses

“Okay Wren. You got this.” She mumbled to herself, looking over the machinery in front of her. Wren had seen Nolan use this thing countless times before, and it seemed easy enough. So she could probably handle it, right? He was due back from his mission and it had snowed all day. She wanted to make sure the driveway was cleared so he wouldn’t have to worry about it. Figuring out how to start it, she started pushing it down the driveway as the snow blew right towards her.

[starbuck]

the fact is that i know i told the story on here back in 2019 or 2020 about the man i met at the beach who carries a gun (he showed it to me) because of the “dangerous seals” (there are rarely ever any seals on the beach where we were and they stay far away from humans) and what i’m trying to say is that i probably could have gotten into the Mountain Goats a couple years earlier if someone had told me about Beach House

[ravencromwell]

Poll, because I'm in that silly, utterly exhausted stage of illness recovery: the first day verticality beyond more than about two hours a stretch is feasible proposition, but thoughts still as elusive as a silverfish school. And flipping between what would be "dog-eared) (if audio became dog-eared) canon scenes, I started finding Schwab and facial hair (or lack thereof, fascinating (told you all I was loopy today).

As of the original trilogy (with the fairly large caveat I was only searching the

obvious terms: moustache, goatee, stubble, etc.: denoted facial hair's rare for Schwab. We have:

1. Maxim Maresh "A towering man with broad shoulders and bright eyes and a black beard".

(Yessssss! I'd pictured him with the full, if neatly maintained, beard for well over a year now, but doubted there was canon basis for it.)

2. Barron! "Built like a brick wall—if a brick wall decided to grow a beard—tall and wide and impressively steady".

(DAMN, what a good deadpan hilarious description courtesy of Kell.)

3. Ros Vortalis "The king had gone still. Blood matted his front, flecked his beard, shone in his open, empty eyes.

(I mean really! Schwab? _This! is when and how you give us said detail?)* keens*

4. Tieren (but only once in Acol, where he "curls" a beard around his finger—so Tieren possibly only beards only when extremely stressed, which is kinda amazing if so.)

5. Both Staff and Tolners—Kell and Rhy's guards in AGOS/Acol are said to have silvering beards. Which is really interesting, because they both served Maxim previously—the prince/king setting an unintentional fashion among his cadre?)

But everyone else: absolutely _no _clues. Which makes me curious re fannish consensus, and while I don't feel like doing everyone

[benbraeden]

"trust me, it's better this way," ben exhales, jaw wiring shut with a clench of his jaw, his crooked brims tucked in a thin, unreadable line. "having some distance."

[faggy-thing]

Hello! Can i request two phone wallpapers?

One with seals and Olivia "Liv" Octavius from Into The Spiderverse with a general nature/green aesthetic

And the other one with sheep/lambs and Viktor from Arcane with a general soft/ethereal aesthetic (specially the lamb pics)?

Thank you! They're for my mutuals @/skyliv and @/scrunkalicious :3 (if you feel comfortable tagging them! thank youu)

here you go, I hope you and ur moots enjoy! love both of the themings here :3

(tagging @skyliv and @scrunkalicious )

[chrysalispilled]

liv GET UP ur gonna miss the alchemax meeting :/

this is a full version of an old traditional piece i rlly liked! as i said earlier i had one popsicle and awakened all of my art motivation for a month sooo i NEED to lay next to her now

[innalheid]

I s2g ever since that game changer episode kiss from a rose just magically appears in my head. constantly. I WOULD LIKE ANY OTHER SONG PLEASE

[sealsapocalypticmusic]

A figure that’s always still, and never certain.

[aspirant1598]

[littlewrensx]

@spiritusmuses

"Alright, Tanya. I'll see you tomorrow." Wren grabbed her stuff and headed out. Usually they take turns closing, and tonight was Tanya's night. "See you, Wren. Tell Nolan I say hi." She grabbed the rag and the sanitizer and went to wipe all the tables one last time. After a little bit she heard the bell above the door, turning to see Nolan coming in. "Hey Nolan. You just missed Wren. She's gone home for the night." She thought he had it down what nights Wren got to be home a little earlier. "Want a coffee?"

[sezobriedaria]

⊹⠀ཐི ༏ ཋྀ⠀*⠀˖⠀⊹ ❨ @heirtoharrenhal — a continued story ❩

⠀⠀⠀SHE LISTENS as he speaks — both tales offered with an unguarded honesty she had not expected. Fascination stirs within her, though pride forbids its full display. Yet, what she is allowed is an amused smile and a quiet breath of mirth. Inwardly, she takes notice; unlike so many men who have stood before her — who weave their pasts into ostentatious tapestries of glory, who clamour to outshine one another in boasting feats of strength and shallow heroics — he, her betrothed, does not perform. He offers her truth, humble and unadorned, where most men would spin triumphs from crumbs and expect her to fawn. He does not try to make himself more than what he is. And in that, he reveals more of himself than most ever dare. It is a rare, almost disarming thing, breathing life into the faintest ember of curiosity. 

⠀⠀⠀❛ What good fortune for the realm, then, that the Stranger found you unworthy, and left you to rise unscathed from ancient kings and crumbling stone, ❜ she says at last, voice laced with quiet mischief. Her gaze drifts toward him, and the faintest trace of a smirk tugs at her lips, wry and sharp. ❛ though it seems your affinity for trouble lingers, still, as you are to be bound to the gravest of it. ❜ With a flash behind her eyes, she spurs Phaedra into a swift canter. Wind catches her hair as she rides ahead, not fleeing, but leading, and she does not slow until the woods begin to shift around them. The thicket thins, molten sunlight trickling through sparse canopy. The glade lies just there. The brook still babbles, ever unchanged. The old oak remains, majestic. Around it lie scattered stumps, some weatherworn, others charred — still bearing the ghost of a little girl’s fire. Silently, Rhaenyra dismounts, the breath in her chest suspended, as though the slightest stir might disturb ghosts.

⠀⠀⠀A moment passes where all that sounds is the water, the birds, the breeze in the boughs, and her breath. Then she begins — baring a fragment of her own soul.

⠀⠀⠀❛ Alicent and I would come here as girls, ❜ she begins, her voice softer now, drawn into the haze of memory, ❛ we’d pretend to rule kingdoms crafted from moss and fallen leaves, always scheming ways to avoid the septa’s lessons. It was I, more oft than not, who led us astray — needlepoint never held my interest. ❜ A breath. Her gaze lingers on the brook, watching how light dances across its surface, 

⠀⠀⠀❛ But once . . . she refused. Said we ought to stay. The septa was insistent too — but my mother had taken to her birthing chamber, and I could not sit idle with thread and cloth while behind closed doors she laboured. I begged to see her. They denied me. ❜ Fleetingly, her voice falters, weighted by something both grief and fear, her throat tightening as though the air itself resists passing. ❛ I know now why. They must have known it would be a difficult labour. My mother lost the babe. And while she bled and mourned, Septa Marlow scolded me — said my stitches were unbecoming of a princess. I very nearly drove the needle into her hand. ❜ Rhaenyra scoffs,

⠀⠀⠀❛ I believe I was angry with the gods for claiming yet another sibling, and for knowing my mother would be forced to endure again. I fled here, with Syrax. She was smaller then, but her fire no less devastating. Had the skies not wept, I believe I might have set the forest ablaze. ❜ With an amused smile she motions towards the blackened stumps that remain. Then, a pause. Her gaze drifts back to Harwin, and for perhaps the first time, she truly looks at him. The sunlight catches in his eyes, and they are warm — startlingly so. Warmer than any she has known. Warmer than she thinks she deserves.

⠀⠀⠀❛ I stayed until nightfall, curled beside her in the damp and the quiet. I had just drifted to sleep when the guards found us. Alicent had led them here. Gods, my father was livid. Alicent and I never returned again . . . not together. I came alone after that. Whenever my father angered me, which was often. ❜