#into the seal-verse...

[reactionimagesdaily]

Submitted by @valentines-for-a-dyke

[sealsdaily]

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

[kthecritter]

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 )

[labselkie]

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

[littlewrensx]

smutty starter for @spiritusmuses from this meme.

#3- nolan/wren

He had only been gone three days, but Wren had wanted to make sure he missed her. Sending him sexy texts, racy photos here and there for him to open when he had the chance. She wanted to make sure he had something to look forward to when he got home. So it wasn't a huge surprise that when he finally did, he immediately had her pinned at the wall and touching her in all the right places. Her breathing started getting heavy as he teased her, barely able to make out any words to welcome him home. "You don't want to take this to the bedroom?"

[sealsapocalypticmusic]

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

[aspirant1598]

[spokewar]

tbh, in basically every non-sci fi au, Obi-Wan is a (leopard seal) selkie descended from water fairies. he has hydrokinesis and carries around two hollowed out (enchanted) reeds filled with water, which he uses to shape into blades that can cut through mostly anything

[benbraeden]

ben sits on the edge of a makeshift cot, his shirt removed, revealing a patchwork of bruises and cuts that crisscross his skin. jesse works with careful, deliberate movements, applying antiseptic and bandaging the wounds. his hands, usually so assured with their supernatural prowess, are now tender and almost clumsy as he tends to ben’s injuries.

claire has left them alone, giving jesse the space to focus on the task at hand. the silence between them is heavy, broken only by the occasional rustle of bandages and the faint hum of a nearby lamp.

jesse’s expression is a mix of frustration and determination. the ache in his chest is a constant reminder of his limitations — demon powers can grant strength and fury, but they can’t heal the deep, physical pain of a friend. he applies another layer of gauze with a sigh, his gaze flickering to ben’s face.

“how you holding up?” jesse’s voice breaks the silence, the question coming out softer than he intended.

ben winces slightly as the bandage is secured but tries to muster a barely there, personable smile. “i’m… managing. thanks to you.”

jesse’s jaw tightens, eyes focused on the task, as the corners of his optics darken slightly at the reminder of the state that he found ben in. “i wish i could do more. i’m not much of a medic.”

“you’ve already done more than enough.”

they fall into silence again, the room filled with the quiet sounds of jesse’s movements. despite the physical pain, ben is buoyed by jesse’s presence — a silent comfort in the aftermath of the ordeal.

jesse finishes with the last bandage and sits back on his heels, finally allowing himself to meet ben’s eyes. the weight of his concern is evident in his gaze. “you sure you’re alright?”

ben’s eyes, though tired, hold a spark of warmth. that a part of him that he thought was broken, somehow still holds onto him like a vice. he's a survivor, through the blood of winchester or his mother, he doesn't know. but it's embedded into him, a part of him, just like an arm. “i will be. just need time.”

jesse nods, though his concern is far from assuaged. “if you need anything, you just let me know. anything at all.”

ben gives a small, appreciative nod. his gaze softens as he allows the chip in his armor to crumble slightly, permitting jesse to garner a glimpse into the man below. “i know. and… thanks, jesse. for everything. i mean it.”

jesse manages a small, relieved smile. it's rare that the two share some semblance of vulnerability, but moreso from the braeden. “yeah, well, we’ve got each other’s backs, right?”

“right,” ben agrees, the simple affirmation carrying more weight than words could fully convey. there's a silent nod to the prophecy that is scribbles onto their ribs, how jesse's undoing is to play out in ben's hands, with a blade driving into the other's chest. however, in the face of what they have overcome, it feels as though it's nothing comparative to the bond that forges between the two of them.

the silence that follows is no longer uncomfortable but filled with a quiet understanding. jesse takes a deep breath, knowing that while he can’t mend every wound, he has done what he can. and that, in its own way, is enough.

[miidnighters]

@tewwor | surprise starter

He's lounging on the beach - a little away from the rest of the seal herd, clear he's not quite with them. It almost looks like he's taking a nap, if not for the way his head swings when he hears someone approaching.

[cookieofearthbread]

@milk-and-trickery (White Lily and Blueberry Yogurt)

White Lily had wandered towards the Silver Tree before stopping in front of it and stared at it for awhile as her expression was unreadable and the hero was deep in thought.

Ever since she became the new guardian of the Silver Tree; she's been doing everything she could to learn as much as possible about the power gifted to her by the late faerie king…

Wanting to know everything about it to fill and satisfy the curiosity that plagued her dough.

That’s when she discovered that she could peek inside of the tree; taking a glance inside of the prison if her heart desired it and with that piece of information discovered.

She couldn’t stop thinking about it as the cookie began to wonder what the prison was like inside of the tree and if it would allow her to take a peek at the other beasts as the only thing she got close was the silhouette paper puppets that the jester used in his play.

Thus, the visit to the Silver Tree to see if she could perform the magic.

She carefully placed her hand on the trunk, feeling the humming sound from the silver tree, before taking a deep breath and closing her eyes to focus. She knew it was dangerous but she just needed to know. Her mind would never rest until she got answers to her questions.

When White Lily opened her eyes; she found herself in what she could only simply describe as a black void and looking down on herself showed that she took on a ghostly appearance as her body was half transparent.

No doubt it was because she wasn’t truly inside the seal.

Regardless, White Lily wandered around to see if there was anything more to the prison instead the black void as surely that wasn’t it and a beast cookie had to be somewhere around even if she wasn’t planning to talk to them.

After all, why should she talk to them, especially Shadow Milk Cookie? Who would no doubt would not be happy to see her in the slightest.

Soon, the ancient hero sensed a presence nearby, causing her to wipe around, her eyes narrowing sharply, prepare to take a defense position, when she saw a glimpse of blue, however her expression shifted to a blank one when instead of the jester’s attic; the cookie was more regal in appearance.

It reminded her of a teacher or a scholar.

“Who are you?” She asked, her tone firm and her expression returning to the sharpness, and the hero held her staff out to create distance between them, as despite the scholar appearance; the other did resemble the jester’s appearance to a certain degree, which put her on edge.

Was it Shadow Milk Cookie or another cookie?

Although that would beg the question that if this wasn’t Shadow Milk Cookie then who was he?

And why were they in the seal?

[sandu-zidian]

Most will only have one death. I will have two.

- Margaret Atwood, “Half-Hanged Mary”

[ofglories]

"Actually, I think it's perfectly fine to get rid of annoying people by turning them into nice shrubs. They can't bother anyone again and they aren't dead so what's the problem?"

[littlewrensx]

@spiritusmuses

Wren let out a breath as she pulled into her mom's driveway. She had only brought a man home once, and that was an epic fail. So to be bringing Nolan home to meet everyone, and having him meet her mom and siblings all at once was overwhelming. She had no doubt they would love him, especially when they saw how well he treated her. "Now are you sure you're ready? Because I could back this car right out and we tell my mom we're sick." She teased, shutting the car off.

[chronicleking]

「 @universestreasures​ | Kisara」 issued a challenge:

Her wings and tail were in full view as Kisara gazed upon him, for she had no need to hide her true self before him when they were here. She pats the white fabric of her gown on her lap, an invitation for Seto to join her and relax in her lap. The dragoness could see something hidden in his radiant blue eyes, something that singled a deep concern. "Tell me what ails you, my dearest." (From Kisara, Nobles UwU.)

He doesn't relax, even as she comes into his full view. His shoulders remain squared and his gaze remains one carved from ice. A harsh expression to most who found themselves exposed to it, but to Kisara... she always managed to see past his frigid exterior-- Treating the glass surrounding his heart as if it were more akin to that of a window than the mirror he viewed it as.

--An opaque mirror which reflects that of the world around it, the beauty and misery of it all, and keeps it out. Or a crystalline window which allows the light to pass through it to combat the darkness sealed within.

Either way; the glass cracked before Kisara's silvery-toned voice.

It was a dangerous weapon. One that only the maiden could wield. One that could destroy him at any moment should she so choose.

He stops in his tracks the moment she spoke, as if he dares not to overshadow the tune with the echoing of footfalls. A few seconds pass before Seto responds in kind-- only after the lingering vibrations in the air settle completely.

❝ Shouldn't you know by now? I don't bring my business back into your bedroom. ❞

The words he speaks are cold in nature, but the voice that delivered them told a slightly different tale. To the untrained ear it was easy to miss, but for those close to him they knew it was Seto's way of acknowledging concerns without completely invalidating them through blunt rejection.

He just... rather not talk about it right now. Not when Kisara's inviting gesture drew him in so.

...It's not information he rather her be privy to either. Considering the weight of what's just been thrown upon him. But he can't just hope for her to drop the matter so easily. Had it been anyone else he would have had just told her to forget it and let him be.

❝ ...Those old geezers, ❞ Mentioning them at all should spell out his troubles. The elders have been nothing but troublesome since the moment Seto's memories burdened him. Not only do they cause him to struggle at every turn with his rise to power, now they're trying to use him as a bargaining chip! HIM! If they think they can do such a thing without retaliation on his side then they were sorely wrong. ❝ I'm going to change the way things are run around here, I swear it-- ❞

The coat hanging off his shoulders slips off with ease, the lustrous fabric flowing into rippled piles on the white tiled floors. It was if a waterfall had just run dry-- beautiful as it's last drop fell before then revealing all the uglied jagged dangers that lay beneath it's surface. Seto was much the same. All the bright whites of the surface of his world couldn't begin to bring light to the darkest parts of himself.

At least, That was what he once thought. That was until he had met Kisara, who's light threatened to obliterate him completely if he wasn't careful when basking in it.

When he lowers to his knees before her it's with great care despite how his body argued with him to simply accept her and trust the weight of it all to her; his troubles as well as himself. Instead he first places his hand atop her own, welcoming the warmth of her skin that came at a great contrast given how cold to the touch she appeared to be.

A beauty, carved of marble and ice.

How part of him wished to preserve her seemingly delicate nature, despite knowing very well how wrong that perception of her was. The other part of him knew better than anyone-- That she was not as fragile as this form would lead most to believe. But knowing that wasn't enough for Seto.

It didn't matter if he could believe in Kisara's power. It didn't matter if he could trust in her or Mokuba to protect themselves. With the way things were now none of that mattered. It was only a matter of time before something outside his control would happen again-- And with the recent announcement of his arrangement resounding inside his head and heart it was becoming clear. Now more than ever.

He couldn't sit around and wait any longer, he had to start pushing back against these ridiculous traditions. He wasn't going to remain a pawn on someone else's playing board forever. He was going to become a king-- The King of Kings of this land and do more than return it to it's former glory. He was going to usher in an entirely new age; one where Kisara could once again spread her wings outside the walls he had built around her. As his eye finally locks his gaze with her own his mumbling rant changes into something full of resolve.

❝ --I swear it. On my very life. ❞

It's only then that he seems to relax all at once. As if an incredible weight was finally withdrawn from his shoulders as he finally accepts Kisara's invitation to lower his head down onto her lap. But even this seemed more like a deep bow-- a sealing of a promise-- than anything. -

[doggirling]

me: galacta knight you have to stop. You smoke too tough. Your swag too different. Your bitches too bad. they’ll kill you

galacta knight: