#just soak in water

[sea-lanterns]

lmfao

Axolotol!Reader: frowns

Every woman in a 6 mile radius: proceeds to run at full speed and spike axolotol!reader like a footbal into the nearest lake

The moment when your smile even falters an inch below the line, every woman is immediately rushing over to hurl you into the nearest water source available and make sure their special Axolotl Gf is attentively cared for.

Expect pat downs, belly rubs, someone feeding you your favorite snacks, all simultaneously while you soak in the refreshing cold water to rejuvenate your skin.

Yes…splendid. Hydrate that skin…yes… 🫠

[redthemarten]

Let the water flow down~

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 1: Dread on Arrival

(Part 2)

[linipik]

"Get humans wet and staring into each other's eyes. Vavoom. Sorted."

We saw Aziraphale's version played out, I think we need Crowley's

[holyraconteur]

Okay, but here's a dark au where Spider drags Quaritch from the water and promptly kills him, and now no one knows what to do with this human child soaked in the blood of his own father. Blood is thicker than water, right? Why would a son kill his own father? Pandora's greatest enemy is dead. The scourge of the Na'vi is gone.

So, what is this feeling of discontent?

-) The moment Spider pulled Quaritch from the water, he made a choice.

-) The once-mighty colonel was barely clinging to life, his body battered, his strength drained. Weak. Helpless. A man who had terrorized Pandora, who had burned forests and spilled the blood of Eywa's children, now lay before him, gasping, vulnerable.

-) The knife in Spider’s hand felt light. The motion effortless.

-) One swift drag across the throat was all it took. Just like Neytiri would have done to him. 'Do you see me now?' Spider thinks. 'See me. See me. SEE! LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE MADE OF ME!'

-) Quaritch barely made a sound, just a wet, choked gasp as his lifeblood spilled into the water, dark ribbons mixing with the lapping waves. His body seized, his fingers twitching—but Spider only crouched there, watching, waiting. He waited for the flood of emotion. For the relief. The triumph. The guilt. But there was nothing. Just… numbness.

-) The monster was dead. The one responsible for so much suffering, for so much destruction, for everything—gone. And yet, Spider felt nothing. His father’s glassy eyes stared up at him, lifeless. Eywa’s grace had abandoned him long ago. And with any luck, Quaritch’s soul would never find peace. Never find acceptance. Spider exhaled slowly, running his tongue over dry lips, blinking at the bloodied body at his feet. His hands weren’t even shaking.

-) It was done. His brother avenged. The souls of Neytiri's family are avenged. His debt to the Sullys was paid in full. Everything is calm.

-) A soft rustling pulled his gaze upward. His father's Banshee crouched a few feet away, its golden eyes locked onto Spider with an eerie intensity. Spider tensed, half-expecting it to lunge, to attack, to avenge its fallen rider. But it didn’t. It simply watched. And then, without a sound, it lowered its head. Acceptance. Recognition.

-) As if possessed by something beyond himself, Spider stepped forward, his hand outstretched. His fingertips brushed against the creature’s snout, and for the first time that horrible day, he allowed himself a small, hollow smile. Perhaps it was a good thing that Quaritch never truly bonded to this one.

-) The rest of the Na'vi find him hours later, and Tonowari approaches first, his large shadow stretching over the scene, but he hesitates. The Metkayina chief has seen many battles, many bodies. And yet, this is different. This is a child, soaked in the blood of his own father. Why would a son do this? Spider meets his gaze, his expression empty. He waits for judgment. Condemnation. Something.

-) But when Tonowari speaks, it is not with anger. "The demon is dead." A statement. A fact. The warriors behind him exchange uneasy glances, but none argue. Some murmur in agreement; others simply watch. None move to comfort the boy who did the deed. Perhaps they do not know how.

-) The Sully are more horrified than relieved. Even Neytiri, who should feel the greatest relief of all, does not celebrate. Her bow hand clenches, fingers twitching as though her body is caught between two instincts. To praise him… or to fear him. She does not understand. She had thought she knew hatred. She had felt it burn through her when she held the blade to Spider’s throat on the Sea Dragon, her grief drowning out reason.

-) Jake had told her stories—of how humans could be cruel to their own offspring, how some children were beaten, abandoned, even killed by those who were meant to love them. How those same children woke up one day and decided to kill their parents. She had never believed it. Not until now. She watched Spider wipe the blood from his blade with mechanical precision, his movements too calm, too practiced. There is no triumph in his face, no relief, no sorrow.

Just a hollow emptiness.

-) Something dark and quiet has settled in the boy’s chest, a coldness that should not exist in one so young. The boy named Spider died on the Sea Dragon. Drowned beneath the weight of Neytiri’s hate, choked on the understanding that he would never belong. And what remains in his place is something else. Something Tonowari's people and the Sullys do not understand. Something they accept but fear all the same.

-) Jake takes a step forward, but Spider lifts a bloodied hand, stopping him before he can speak. "Don’t." His voice is hoarse, flat. "Your son has been avenged. The debt is paid. I am done. We are done." Jake stares, tears in his eyes, something unspoken hanging between them. "Kid, I never wanted this--" Spider turns his back, mounting the ikran with the ease of someone who had done it a thousand times before. And then he was gone. The wind howled as the graceful creature lifted itself into the sky, carrying Spider higher, farther, into the unknown. Jake’s voice rose behind him, calling his name. Kiri's voice is the loudest, crying and screaming for him, but he hardens his heart. They call his name. Spider does not return. Spider does not look back.

[corviiids]

friend spotted one of those old series light nendos in japan and kindly sent it to me but it's so old that the ball joint in his neck immediately snapped and now he's headless with a joint pin stick in his neck. now i agree that this is extremely funny from a poetic justice perspective but it has sent me on a very stupid nendoroid kira rescue mission

[starbluethunder]

this is the most low effort drawing ive ever done and yet it took me completely out LOL but i really wanted to draw the mertide idea i had with him having a gigantic long fish tail. theyre humans here (or partially so) just because his tail blends in with his body and it looks like hes naked and its weird. there was the mertide doodle i did where he had a dark blue tail but i kind of like it being his normal tail colours like this!!! i might doodle the other versoin again sometime too though, but with this tail length instead and maybe the fins on the sides :3

i do feel liek the tail could be a bit more interesting, but like i said this took me out while drawing it LOL so another time i might play around with different ideas bc i love this version of tide. he also still dyes his hair blue but im really enjoying drawing human him with his natural hair colour

[maficvaranus]

I love that Archie regrets his choice to awaken kyogre like right after he does it… like in Maxie’s case, he didn’t want everyone to almost die that wasn’t the point and he refused to listen when he was told that was what was gonna happen so like I get that. You’re expecting some water to go away and a bunch of new viable land to show itself and instead you get volcano Godzilla trying to kill everyone.

But like… not only did Archie know that Kyogre was gonna do that, he wanted it to happen?? He wanted everyone to die that was the whole damn plan???

He woke up a leviathan to drown everyone in a biblical flood and then immediately realized “hey I don’t wanna kill everyone, I just don’t wanna be divorced anymore!!!”

I love idiots 💕💕💕

[waitingtobebroken]

Guess who got absolutely drenched on their way to work last week and instead of being NORMAL about it went, "Ohhh, imagine a meet-cute with Aziraphale sheltering Crowley with his umbrella and Crowley's first words to him are "Really, tartan?""🤭🤭

And guess who then went home and WROTE IT

[idlenight]

Hello! Thank you for signing up for my little fandom project. Like I mentioned in my post, these will be once a month character building/exploration questions. I don't expect immediate answers. Feel free to take the whole month, if you need! If you have more than one Step, pick your favorite or whichever you think needs more love.

We're going to start with the basics this month: Where did your Sidestep get your name? Do they know what it means? Do they feel any particular way about their name?

- Cigs

Thank you for doing these 🧡💜

Unironically, it is just his re-gene name.

His name as given by his fellows was:

Sun-Head River Soaked (shortened to just the sign for River in re-gene language )

Sun-Head: Simple and descriptive. The name he was originally given by older re-genes as a newly decanted cuckoo. I think his red hair stood out amongst the other re-genes, probably the only one, or the one with the most notable color even with a short shaved head.

[pictured: farm-era River with a short shaved head of red hair.]

River Soaked: Those who know anything about River know that he's fascinated by water. It might be ingrained into his very psyche. Or maybe it's the desire to return to the brief and first comfort of floating in the warm liquid before decanting, before never having another comfort ever again. That fascination is not specifically how he earned the add-on of River Soaked to his name, however.

He earned the name River Soaked on his first outing. Ending up 'mysteriously' falling in a river while tailing a target....

[pictured: farm-era River partially in disguise while waist deep in water. he is smiling slightly.]

He got reprimanded by the handlers, of course. He doesn't regret it one bit. Some re-genes found it funny, others consider the name more of an ironic reminder. Whatever the re-genes thought, it was memorable enough of an event that it earned him a name.

River loved it. Reveled in it even.

So he kept it. When Julia asked what his name was he replied on instinct, not giving her whatever name was on his fake ID at the time. River. His name. Only name he was ever given.

It's what he considers to be his "true" name, closest to it anyway. Can't exactly introduce yourself as the entirety of his re-gene name to humans, never mind a string of numbers.

Becker then came as a commitment to this identity and fascination of water. Becker like a beck (creek), or physiculus beckeri (fish).

River Becker. His name.

[doginprogress]

Swamp Silken

[descendant-of-truth]

This shot just reminded me of a scene from my own fanfic (a comedic retelling of SA2 from Shadow's perspective), so I felt it would be criminal not to post it here:

So there he was, at the harbor of what looked like a city, sopping wet and trying to stay out of sight. Not an easy task, despite how many things there were to hide behind - there were people everywhere, easily more than he had ever seen at once. He had hoped that the darkness would grant him some invisibility, but there were lights stationed everywhere here, too. Some of the people gave him odd looks as he passed by, most likely due to being soaked, but Shadow refused to shake the water out in front of other people. He’d rather he looked like he just swam across the sea than like an unkempt fluffball. “Hey dude, need a towel?” It took all the composure Shadow had to not reflexively smack whoever just spoke to him, but he still turned around sharper than was strictly necessary. A human towered over him (as humans tended to), holding out a towel in one hand and a beverage in the other. But most importantly, they were wearing a jacket that Shadow didn’t realize he wanted until just now. It was a cropped, sleeveless black one with studded diamonds on it. This was so unfair. Here he was, faced with the coolest jacket he had ever seen, and he couldn’t even steal it because it was about five sizes too big. “Buddy? You gonna take the towel? You must be freezing,” the human spoke again, snapping Shadow out of his thoughts. “…No,” he replied after a moment. “I prefer to… absorb the water. Like a houseplant.” “Dang, for real? Alright then, have fun with that.” “I won’t. Goodbye.” Shadow promptly turned around and ran in the other direction.

So anyway, if Shadow has any awkward interactions with a random civilian in the movie scene I'm just gonna say I called it

[daftpatience]

finally sending my busted old montblanc in for repairs after sitting on it for over a decade everyone wish me a not too expensive quote

[yujeong]

Back here again with my unpopular opinions (aka me being silly), but I don't see "love" being the main motivator for some of Vegas' or Pete's actions post-canon.

There's this trope in romance stories, as far as I can tell, of people committing heinous acts out of love for their partners, and I'm sure the VP fandom sees that as something VP would do - I've read fics with that concept, mostly either Pete or Vegas getting kidnapped and the other saving them, and I love some of them, I have no problem with the trope and it being applied to VP.

However

I believe the key motivator of VP protecting one another or, for lack of a better phrase, becoming monsters for the sake of the other is desperation, not love. Specifically, desperation to hold on to that fragile reality they built for themselves through literal blood, sweat and tears.

(Even during canon, like, Pete shooting the main family guard when he shot Vegas was, besides an act of fury, an act of desperation. He had *just* managed to save Vegas from death and suddenly, all his efforts were rendered useless.)

And it's funny to say that when Vegas kept insisting and will keep insisting Pete should leave him, but to me, what I said above applies here, too:

Pete is desperate to protect Vegas and their little family from everyone else. Vegas is desperate to protect Pete from himself.

[somegrumpynerd]

Stars vs bad sanses having a fight in a pacifist au where they reached the surface but then it starts raining really hard mid-fight and they all have to go find shelter and wait for it to stop

[epickiya722]

Let me get this straight...

So when Sukuna first wakes up in Yuji's body, he rips of his perfectly intact, barely got dirt on it hoodie...

But skip to Shibuya when he wakes up in Yuji's body, he (kid you not) wipes down Yuji's tattered, toilet water soaked uniform...

EDIT: You know what, I said it in the tags, but I bet Sukuna didn't rip Yuji's hoodie off the third time waking up is because by then he was used to wearing something more constricting than his kimono and being shirtless.

And he really didn't have a reason to.

First time, he literally is out of a, what, 1000+ year old nap. And as we see in his OG form he would be shirtless all the time, due to his arms. Bro needed to breathe. (From a storytelling view, it's to showcase Sukuna's tattoos.)

Second time, he did it just to be cruel. He ripped that hoodie and jacket off to not just rip out Yuji's heart, but to give Megumi a clear, traumatizing view of that. "Giving you nightmares tonight" type timing.

Third time? He just didn't have a reason. And later, Yuji is the one to rip half his uniform off anyways. But my boy really went through all that, after Choso, soaked by public restroom water and dirty. 😭