#move like the ocean

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

batterie goes to the beach

[delicourse]

Rosette🏵️

[flicklikesstuff]

“Maybe the flash was to blame. Or maybe it’s his shrunken state that gave the looming witch the illusion of being exactly 10 feet tall.

Whatever it was, it had flicked something within. Suddenly, he was no longer a lizard. Nor a great, powerful wizard. Not even “Rick Shades.”

He was a little Gourami.

Only 12 years old. Eyes wide and unobscured. Skin smooth from the lack of scars. But most of all, untainted by the horrors.

And unlike that little Gourami, he was entirely aware of what’s coming for them. He could warn the 12 year old. Maybe save them even. Tell her that continuing this approach is a bad, BAD, VERY TERRIBLY BAD IDEA!!

…

But he couldn’t.”

My inspiration pieces: :)

[c-kiddo]

its warm and sunny and windy today so i went on a long walk and listened to mighty nein beach episode (ep33) and nott is so funny fighting the crab and beau training professor thaddeus after meditating for 10 mins max. fjord and caleb swimming around and cad joining in too and fjords like oh i think this is the sea monster jester was talking about akjnfa aw. and also thank u matt mercer for further cad autism evidence by describing this nice little moment of cad standing in the tide and the sensory experience of the sand shifting around your feet as the sea pulls it out and then the water returning after and how cad cant help but be excited . also just in geeneral fjord and jesters excitement of getting to show everyone else the sea for the first time + that its the first real moment of joy and peace since everything happening. the descriptions of the wide blue sky and sea and the sunset and beau just staring at it and finding enough peace to meditate on rocks that have little carvings and chalk drawn into them. i love these small moments so much

[gomzdrawfr]

a closer look at Price from mer!Nik au, is he a fisherman? or a lighthouse keeper? who knows...

close-ups:

Nik likes pockets because he can stuff things inside (the "sometimes" section of his pockets are from Nik XD)

and a smol mood board too :3

[jazzzzzzhands]

~To be as an Ocean, as a River

Changing, adding, losing and leaving marks in one's wake~

oooh ooh So i'm really very very normal about Deity Wally

He is sooo Gentle looking to me..

I just wanted to play with him..

He got a little Buoy as a tiny HAT!!

(I dont think he noticed)

Deity Wally @cloudysunflowr

[chickensauras]

Bits from ch9 of Neverending story aka one of my favorite chapters

[rotdragon]

who up tiding they strider

[uwumoth]

Call me David Webster the way I'm yearning for the ocean rn

[thisantithesis]

i was listening to the first minute or so of this song while driving to uni this morning and all i could think of was this little domestic jegulus scene i created in my head (they live in there rent free)

they’re in the kitchen early on a weekend morning, and james does something that annoys regulus to the point where he actually gets mad. regulus has intense bed head, curls flat on one side while the other side looks like a bird’s nest, only wearing one of james’ shirts and a some slippers while james wears sweats and nothing else. it’s their usual saturday morning routine, but instead of making waffles together like they usually do, regulus is standing in the corner and glowering at james with his arms crossed. “come on, baby,” james says with his ever-winning smile, “i’m sorry, okay? you know i didn’t mean to.” regulus just keeps glowering at him, not saying a single word, so james knows he has to pull out the big guns. there’s this one song that they heard while on vacation at the beach once, when they first started dating, and it’s been one of their longest standing inside jokes. james heard it from one of the stalls selling sun hats by the ocean, and immediately fell in love with it, playing it so many times throughout their time there that regulus banned james from playing it ever again. it has a twangy bass line, the beat easy to dance to, and it’s something james pulls out anytime he can’t coax regulus back to his side. so that’s exactly what he does now, connecting his phone to the bluetooth stereo they have in their kitchen, a shit-eating grin on his face that he doesn’t even try to hide. “james, don’t you dare,” are the first words regulus says to him, knowing exactly what’s about to happen when he sees james’ expression. “sorry, love, it needs to happen.” “no, it really doesn’t,” regulus says vehemently, walking to the stereo to try and turn it off. he’s barely reached it when the song starts playing, the first notes engrained into regulus’ brain because of how many times he’s heard it over the course of their relationship. james starts dancing along with the beat, moving his hips exaggeratedly side to side and shimmying his way closer to regulus. he’s mouthing along to the words as he does, and despite it all, regulus finds himself trying to stop the smile that wants to bloom on his face. this stupid dance that james does gets him every time, and james knows it. “‘cause it’s all about confidence, babyyyyy,” james sings in a horrible voice, and it’s that combined with the obscenely exaggerated hip thrusts that gets regulus to burst out laughing. james eventually does reach his boyfriend, the smile on his face big and wide as he watches regulus laugh at his antics. he raises his hand to tuck the horribly mussed curls behind regulus’ ear, admiring the smile that he treasures so much. regulus’ laughs die out, his arms automatically looping themselves around james’ waist as he keeps swaying to the music. “damn you and that song,” regulus says against james’ sternum, smile still just as evident in his voice. “come on,” james teases, “you know you love it when i pull out my dance moves.” regulus just laughs in response, and they let the song loop over and over as they sway together in their kitchen, breakfast all but abandoned.

[lunarconjunction]

Making my own tf au based on absolutely nothing other than I want a lot of the characters to be Some Guy and give elita-1 the spotlight as atrocious woman alive

[javierduffy]

“uh … it’s a bit girly … no?” javier examines himself in the reflection of his knife’s blade, looking this-a way and that, the dark blue of a large silken bow now peeking sheepishly around his neck as it sits gently in his hair. next to him, kieran clams up a smidge, hands still held close to his chest nearby his completed ribbon project on javier’s head. he finds it in himself to wring his hands a time or two rather than immediately undo his work as javier seems to continue to formulate his final opinion. “you … think so? look at me?” kieran asks, politely as a mouse. javier easily complies, turns at his hips and looks behind, up at kieran where he sits on the stump above him.

kieran, as he peers over, can’t help the meadow of flush that blooms over his neck, then his ears, then his nose and his cheeks. he can tell javier is deep in thought by the look on his face, mouth twisted just a might sideways, cocking his mustache awry, and the deep wrinkle sat between his brows. the ribbon he used matches javier’s vest perfectly, and the shine of the silk warms bright in the sun, just like every piece of jewelry and metal javier has adorned himself with. with this ribbon, javier’s hair sits lower on his head, ponytail draped down his nape and more hair framing his face in his bangs. kieran resists an urge to tuck one side back behind his ear.

kieran thinks that he looks like a painting, a muse, a love letter so heartbreakingly full of adoration that the only language it could be written in is bright swipes of pigment on a canvas. as he makes eye contact with the silk squinting around the red of a necktie, he thinks that javier may be right, if ‘girly’ could sum up ’poetry written in effeminate reverence’.

kieran always did think women made better art, wrote better books- found a better way to love. softer. warmer. prettier. like javier.

the world sounds like it’s underwater.

“i think … it’s very pretty. it suits you real well.”

earnest to a fault, the look in kieran’s eye dances gingerly with javier’s internal voice. it dips and sways him, and javier, despite his instinct, finds himself charmed by its rhythm.

“-b-but! i could take it out! if you don’t-“ javier looks down at himself in his knife again, the sunlight filtered through the leaves glinting a yellow green around his dark features, and kieran hands him patience on a silver platter. a rich blue makes friends with bright green quite easy, javier thinks. this is how he must look through kieran’s mossy lens.

“pretty … yes. you know, i think you may be right. i’ll keep it. gracias.”

[offkilterkeys]

i imagine you have a vault of unreleased content that you don't get around to posting for relatable reasons. if you do i humbly ask that you grace me with something. anything! close your eyes and pick a file? let fate decide. if you made it i'll like it, that's the point anyway

I’ve posted some panels or pieces of these but never the entire sequence on here I don’t think, so but this is one of the only substantial things I’d say I’ve kept in a vault.

I feel like compared to my newer stuff these look super rough, but they were really good practice.

These have pesterlogs that go with them but this post is already huge so eh. This was set to occur a couple hours after Caliborn’s masterpiece, so Roxy and Dirk are talking about Halquius’s heroic sacrifice/death. Davepeta and Dirk continue that line of conversation, while Roxy is pulled into an argument about self control as I bum everyone out by reminding them that Jasprose never actual stopped being an alcoholic.

[kamil-a]

thinking bout those computers as usual. if ocean did not happen i still think it wouldve been a matter of time before the board asked sayer and speaker to manufacture a siclesque plague or something like it and i wonder what they would have done

[sandwichhour]

Wah-Rosalina (wosalina?)

she's from the sea but she keeps trying to convince people she's from space bc she thinks its cooler (she's not very convincing)

[vanhelsingapologist]

No longing for the moonlight, no longing for the sun

Another redraw for practice.