#look at sea star

[aka-indulgence]

Add Aka to the ocean to turn her into Very Happy Aka

[puppyeared]

my attempt at making a fursona

[smolmoss]

seafoam / stardust themed thingies cuz artfight :O can be emotes or can be style for ur artfight account :3

[montereybayaquarium]

It’s time for Zodiac signs as shrimp (and other close shrimp-like relatives)! 🦐✨

🌜☀️✨ Part 2 ✨ ☀️🌛

Sea the rest in 🌜☀️✨ Part 1! ✨ ☀️🌛

Thanks to our fronds at NOAA for the image of the goblin shrimp!

[salamispots]

first 3 rug hooking things I did haha

[journey-to-the-attic]

one thing about ik is that she will always reach out

[paperultra]

aries and the turtle.

Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,169 words Warnings: None

asterism (noun): a group of stars; a constellation; a cluster of stars

The first thought that comes to Sanji’s mind when he sees you curled up on the kitchen floor, rummaging through the box of herbs and spices, is that you’re the single most beautiful creature he’s ever laid eyes on.

“Darling,” he says softly, leaning against the doorframe and smiling a bit when you startle, “you could’ve woken me up if you wanted a midnight snack.”

“O-Oh! Um.” Your voice colors the gentle calm of night into something warmer – and like always, he’s drawn to it like a moth to a flame, walking over and squatting down next to you as you scramble to put back a jar of paprika. “I’m sorry, Sanji, I – er, well, um …”

“What are you looking for? I’ll help you.”

Under the yellow glow of the lantern, you seem to shrink. You duck your head and mumble into the collar of your pretty nightshirt. “That chamomile and lavender tea you made a couple nights ago …” you begin hesitantly. “I wanted to make some.” Your voice quiets further. “I can’t sleep.”

Sanji frowns, angling his head to catch a glimpse of your face. You do look a little more haggard than normal, your eyelids heavy, your shoulders burdened. His heart aches. How long had you laid in your hammock, tossing and turning, until you couldn’t stand it anymore?

“I see,” he murmurs. “Let’s make that tea right away, then, shall we?”

Sanji quickly finds the flowers and some lemon rinds he had sun-dried last week. You insist on helping at least a little bit despite his protests for you to just relax, fetching two teacups and setting some water on the stove to boil as he measures the right amount of each ingredient to put into the infuser.

Once the water is ready, steam billowing up past your heads and to the ceiling, he pours it into the teapot and covers it to steep.

(You don’t say anything while the two of you wait, and although Sanji yearns to coax a smile and a sweet conversation from you, he contents himself with the silence as well, which is just as sweet. You sneak glances at him every once in a while, though. He knows because he does the same, and the attention sends a thrill through his chest.)

Time passes. He pours the tea – first for you, then for him.

“Tell me when.” The silence breaks once more as Sanji spoons some honey into your cup.

“That’s good.”

He stirs the tea up, hands it to you. You blow across the top of it and then take a sip as he watches attentively.

“How does the madam like it?” he asks.

You exhale and meet his eyes for a split second before quickly looking away. A small smile touches your lips. “It’s perfect,” you reply from behind the cup. “Thank you, Sanji.”

Warmth stains his cheeks a gentle pink.

“The sky is clear tonight,” he ventures hopefully as he adds two teaspoons of honey for himself. He picks up his cup and gestures at the open door. “Stars and tea pair well together, if you have an appetite for it.”

You bite your bottom lip. His gaze immediately darts down to it, and he swallows, throat suddenly dry.

“Sure,” you whisper.

And so Sanji gains another precious sliver of time with you. Elbows resting on the railing, hot tea and your presence protecting him from the cold, he stands out on the deck of the Going Merry and tilts his head back to look up at the sky.

He knows how much you love the stars. They are one of the few topics you can talk about without your usual shyness, and he thinks of you every time he sees them, pinpricks of pure light shining through the darkness, guiding weary sailors home. Sometimes he thinks you must have been one yourself, carried down from the heavens. Ethereal. Out of reach.

“This time of year,” you say, and Sanji turns his attention over to the stars reflected in your eyes, “you can see my constellation.”

“Yours?” he questions.

“Yes. Those three stars over there.” Your arm stretches out to point at something on the left, your finger tracing an arc in the sky. “In my home village, parents dedicate their newborns to a constellation three days after birth. Mine dedicated me to the turtle.”

A turtle. That fits you incredibly well, he thinks to himself fondly, considering your quiet tenacity. “How come?”

“Turtles represent good luck and a long life.”

“I see. Well, do you think you’ve had good luck so far in life?”

You hum thoughtfully, looking down into your tea.

“I think so,” you say after some time, hushed. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

A chuckle escapes him. “I would argue that you’re the one who’s brought good luck to us, sweetheart.”

You bite back a smile and whisper a small ‘oh’ as he gently bumps your shoulder with his own. Even now, you’re unused to compliments, but no matter; he’ll praise you at every turn until you finally realize you deserve every word of it.

There’s a brief period of silence before he asks, “What do you think my constellation would be?”

“Your constellation?” It doesn’t take long at all before you reply, pointing upward into a spread of stars that he could never even begin to puzzle out, “The ram. Some call it Aries.”

“What does it mean?”

This question seems to fluster you. You cough and stammer for a few seconds. He sips his tea, the beverage sweet and floral on his tongue as he waits.

“Rams … are artists at heart,” you finally say, glancing over at him. Your eyes, normally wary and somber, glitter. “They’re strong and passionate, but also gentle and kind.”

Oh.

Sanji can feel a blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks. God. Surely, you’ll be the death of him, saying something like that so honestly and with eyes that look like that. He’d move heaven and earth for you if you asked.

“I’ll dedicate my life to living up to those qualities,” he breathes once he can speak again. “Just as much as you’ll live up to yours.”

You take a sharp breath.

“You already do,” he hears you whisper.

And Sanji truly, truly cannot resist anymore.

Your name leaves his lips. He reaches out, hand departing from the dying heat of the teacup and seeking out yours.

You do not pull away when his fingertips brush your cool skin over the railing; instead, you let him turn your hand over until palm touches palm, until the spaces between his fingers are filled with your own and his heart beats to the rhythm of yours.

Sanji squeezes your hand, and every cell in his body begs to falter and fall at your feet.

You rest your head on his shoulder.

The tea cools. But the stars remain as brilliant as ever, and your hand stays warm in his, and everything – everything is beautiful.

[coern-art-very-cool-and-nice]

one wish that leads to another wish that leads to another wish that leads to another w

[goryfluff]

Nautilus expedition live streams (+their commentary) | 2023

[carouselunique]

Ginger Gold + Sea Swirl! Or as I call them: Appledash if they both had accents.

Sometimes, Ginger accompanies her to the Everfree Forest to act as a guard while she studies, not that she needs one, she's plenty tough on her own, Ginger just tags along to wrastle ornery critters. Some possible dialogue below:

Ginger Gold: "So there I was, workin' on herdin' the Timberwolves that got brave enough to head into town during Zap Apple season. Just me against a whole pack of the varmits-”

Sea Swirl: “Oh just yous by yourself with a whole pack of Timberwolves?”

Ginger Gold: “... okay, Cousin AJ was visitin' from Manehattan an' she helped a bit. Gotta admit, that filly packs a punch for bein' city folk. Mostly just me though, ain't a pony who could keep up with me!"

Sea Swirl: "Right-o."

Ginger Gold: "An' I was right in the middle of kickin' their keisters all the way back to Everfree, some creatures need'a bit of tough love y'know? When the alpha Timberwolf managed to get one over and snapped his jaws a lil' too close to my ear!"

Sea Swirl: "Crikey, and the bastard took the tip right off?"

Ginger Gold: "Sure shootin' Sea. What the feller didn't count on was that a lil' pain don't slow me down none, I bowled that bundle of firewood right back into the forest without missin' a beat! I swear Fluttershy nearly passed out when she saw the drip o' red down my face, but it was barely a scratch. An' now my ear has this nice flat tip. I do love a good battle scar."

Sea Swirl: "That why ya tag along while I work sometimes? Cause yous rippin' to pick up another battle scar?"

Ginger Gold: "That an' the fact that y'all are good company."

Sea Swirl: "Oh piss off." 💙

[puppetmaster13u]

Mermay Special Prompt 4

Go on vacation, they said. We can watch Gotham, they said. Just go hang with and adjust to caring for kids, they said. Yeah, well no one said anything about getting cursed while at the vacation lake house, which okay, fine. But did it have to affect the kids too? 

Bruce pressed his head in his hands, groaning in dismay as the children practically zoomed around the surrounding water with enthusiastic trills and squeals he could somehow understand. And through the air, to their increasing delight. Okay. Okay this is fine. 

It wasn’t like he also somehow now had an extra child who looked like one at most that he had no clue as to where they came from. Said child wasn’t squirming in his arms, black scales and tiny fins akin to the setting of a sun twisting as they chirped. Definitely not. 

Okay. Alright. He could figure this out. Probably…. hopefully…

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

The racism and colorism of Sumeru and Natlan and now a collab with a genocide supporting corporation? Well if Natlan made me F2P, this just made me uninstall

[faaun]

what draws you back to your country what draws you back to your land when i was a kid i told myself if i ever left iran i'd never go back 2 years into living in the UK i started looking at news on iran again 10 years in and i visited it for the first time again and today i heard an iranian mother talk in farsi to her child on the train to london the way my mother used to and i wanted to cry i wanted to ask her whether they're still cutting the mountaintops whether the lakes are still drying today i showed the person i was with pictures of waterfalls and palaces and forests and snow-white north something odd pulls me back with increasing force i can't ignore it ever again

[montereybayaquarium]

It’s time for Zodiac signs as shrimp (and other close shrimp-like relatives)! 🦐✨

🌜☀️✨ Part 1 ✨ ☀️🌛

Sea the rest in 🌜☀️✨ Part 2! ✨ ☀️🌛

Thanks to our fronds @mbari-blog for the image of the transparent shrimp! (which is technically an amphipod, but shhhhhh)

[hyriaven]

still not done with the game but i might try to do the 100% hehe

[reaper-of-light-12]

How how how am I supposed to stay calm when the moon and the stars and the sea are LITERALLY right there for me to look