#not swampy fishy!!!

[theloveinc]

Not me being surprised catfish tastes like bottom feeder

[swampycreatures]

i made a lil guy

[guinevereslancelot]

i need someone to hold a gun to my head every time i consider an unnecessary purchase fr 🤡

[autumnslance]

offering the other your coat

(Bet you all thought I was done with or had forgotten about these intimacy prompts...Now on Ao3)

He had quickly built a fire and given everyone time to dry off, except for Alisaie who kept diving back in to search until her brother made her stop, and Aeryn herself when she finally emerged, looking oddly dazed but unharmed after a quick check by both Alphinaud and Urianger. Now the chill mountain air of Il Mheg cooled further, hinting at nighttime past the endlessly oppressive Light above. Only a hint of a cold breeze could make it past the stagnancy. Were they in Coerthas, it would be a cutting wind, mayhap even a gale.

Thancred missed weather. Even the bad types.

“Here,” he said, shrugging off his coat and dropping it over Aeryn’s still-damp shoulders. There hadn’t been time to let her finish drying before they had to move on, especially if the Fuath were not done with their games. “Your Thavnairian blood can’t handle this cold,” he tried to tease.

It used to be so easy to joke between them. Five years was a long time.

She looked at him even as she pulled the coat closer. “What about you?”

“I’m fine,” he lied. He was mostly dried, and his chest armor and the shirt under it did help. He was a little chilled, but it was nothing like the shivering she was trying to hide. Even in Coerthas, she had not reacted so strongly. 

—

“Here,” he said, shrugging off his coat as they made their way back through the tunnels to the surface. He winced at how dirty and tattered it still was, even with a few hasty spells from their comrades. Maybe when they returned to Twine more could be done.

Aeryn didn’t protest when he dropped it over her slim shoulders, shivering again. Her face seemed ashen and her eyes glassy, since battling the Lightwarden. “Thanks, but what about you?”

“I’m fine,” he lied. “Could do with a little less weight at the moment, really,” he continued, giving a grin somewhere between jaunty and pained. Insisting on continuing to protect the others so soon after his battle with Ran’jit had not been the wisest course, and both Ryne and Y’shtola’s looks indicated he was going to hear quite a lot about that in sharp detail, but it had also been necessary.

As was this, as Aeryn didn’t stop shivering, but did relax slightly, holding his coat close, and granting him a soft smile. She would be all right.

—

He wrapped her slim form in his coat and lifted her into his arms. Aeryn trembled as the Light wracked her. Under the sweat and blood of battle, she seemed strangely pale. Strands of white marred the midnight of her hair.

“Thancred—” Ryne began as they trudged out of Vauthry’s palace to the mountain path.

“I’m fine,” he lied. They were all battered, bruised, and weary after fighting their way through the hordes of sin eaters and against the Lightwarden himself. They were all still better off than whatever Aeryn was going through.

Urianger wouldn’t look at any of them, and that would have to be a discussion once they were safe and their wounds tended. But for now, Thancred kept his coat close around Aeryn and willed her to hold on as they descended.

—

The seabed was damp and cold, the darkness murky and difficult to see more than a few yalms distance. They had left the Ondo and made it through the initial set of twisting caverns, and now had to cross an open space—some deep ravine, filled with corals and limp fronds of strange plants and so much more swampy, sandy ground—to another cave that would lead to the depths and the lights their fishy friends had spoken of.

Could they swim, things might be much easier, but not all of them shared the Kojin blessing, and Bismark’s breath now held malms and tonzes of water at bay.

There was no starting a fire, so the Scions huddled close as they rested briefly before continuing. “Here,” Thancred said, draping his coat around Aeryn before they collapsed onto the damp ground.

“What about you?” she murmured, speech slightly slurred.

“I’m fine,” he lied. “With you on one side, Ryne on the other, and the twins at my back.” He put his arm around Ryne as she snuggled in, watching Aeryn.

Aeryn made an indistinct noise he wasn’t certain was agreement or protest, but she kept the coat. He put his other arm around her, trying to will her shivering from the Light’s ravages away, while ignoring the quiet, tearful shaking from the twins pressed against his back and between his fellow archons.

—

Morning dawned cool and clear over the Crystarium. Thancred slid out of the bed and padded to the washroom, yawning. The scent of coffee brewing wafted across the apartment, and he debated how soon and how circumspect he should leave.

His clothes and gear were all easily found, aside from his coat. That was on the balcony—Aeryn had donned that instead of a house robe, sipping her own overly sweet and pale with cream coffee as she watched the sunrise.

Thancred picked up the mug of plain black brew waiting for him and joined her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“Need this back?” she asked, teasing with the slightest touch of anxiety, expecting him to slip out immediately, as he might have before the First.

“I’m fine,” he replied, and she smiled and leaned against him as he meant it.

[termagax]

25- Write about your ship bathing or swimming together 🐟🪝💕

"Come on, you reek."

"I do not."

"This whole place smells like a whales arse"

"Smelled like that before we got here."

The protest was half-hearted, an irritated grumble as they let him scoop them out of the bed anyways. The fish had spent most of the day asleep, whinging about being sore, which meant it was as easy as it'd ever be to get them to clean up a little.

They relaxed a bit when Roadhog slid into the tub behind them. Their current hideout between jobs was some pricks idyllic vacation home in the mountains. Rat had disabled the alarm and they'd already spent the better part of the week enjoying the luxuries of the wealthy, one of which happened to be absurdly massive bathtubs.

They had a lot of mass between the two of them, so it wasn't too often that there was ever really room for the both of them to bathe comfortably. Even still, the fish's ridiculous tail had to drape over the far edge so they could properly stretch out.

"I think I smell nice," they said, leaning back into his stomach as hot water filled the tub.

"You don't," he said with a snort. They jabbed him in the side with a bony elbow. He just laughed.

If he was being honest, most of the time they didn't smell awful. They had a naturally fishy sort of thing going on, briney and musty, but like a wide, swampy river more than a bait shop. Not the best, but he'd developed a taste for it that made it seem... sweet, almost. Homey, if he was feeling sappy.

Unfortunately it was only as pleasant as it was understated. They were the most resistant of the trio to ever really 'clean up' and as the weeks wore on it began to show - and the more time they spent away from Oz, the more the nose-blindness of the disgusting wasteland faded away and Roadhog found himself with less and less tolerance for their preferred level of filth.

"Turn the water off," they said. They didn't move to do so themselves.

"It's not full." It was barely halfway, just covering their lap.

"I don't like it full."

"You're a fish. You love water."

"Not this water," they said.

"Not radioactive enough for you?"

"It's freshwater, dumb fuck," they kicked the faucet to punctuate. "It's different."

"Mmm," the smell of an incoming rant was thicker than the seaweed stink.

"Its awful, it's like trying to breathe in fucking smoke, and it tastes weird, and I get all dried out and itchy for days afterwards and it's not like I can just pop out for a swim or anything after because you cunts dragged me away from my perfectly good ocean so we can run from the cops in more scenic locations, like this absolute charmer of a fucking ice factory." They gestured at the massive, fancy windows, where a picturesque snow was falling over a landscape that looked straight from a christmas card.

"Mhm." He grabbed one of the fancy-pants soaps and lathered it up, manuvering them while they complained so he could scrub down their back. He pressed down a little harder than strictly neccessary, paying special attention to the spots they always said were sore.

He wasn't really listening as they bitched about soap in their gills and scales that shed everywhere and how much they hated flowery smells. He'd heard it all before. They could whine all they wanted, really, because there was nothing so satisfying as watching their dull, dusty scales turn all shiny, a shimmery blue-green-pink that flowed in the light.

So he stuck to his task, working down their back, melting the tense cables of muscle down smooth as they puttered on, eventually fading out into an indistinct grumble and vague, frustrated gesture.

"Babe," they complained, rolling their shoulders into his hands. "I'm trying to gripe here."

"I'm not stopping you," he said with a chuckle. They groaned, sinking into the water and rearranging themself in the tub, settling on the other side so they could glare at him more effectively. The ire was less convincing when they stuck a leg up into his face.

He rolled his eyes and complied, continuing the soapy massage, feeling extremely smug as their irritation drained away.They rested their head against their tail, expression soft as they watched him. He could never tell what they were thinking. His own face always gave him away and they could read him like a hand of cards, but he never had been able to see what was behind those eyes when they stared at him like that, intense but unfocused all at once. That's probably why the question caught him so off guard.

"Why are you so nice to me?"

He faltered for a second.

"I'm not." Deflecting seemed safest. Those eyes left his hands, staring straight up at him now.

"You don't even like me."

"Mmm." He didn't really say anything. He kept his eyes on their legs.

"You don't. You don't like anything about me." They kicked his chest with the leg he wasn't holding. He grabbed them by the shin before they could do it again.

A glance spared to their face showed a much more comprehensible look. That stupid, smug little smirk with their teeth poking out even more than usual, the kind that pushed up their eyes and flared out their fins. Whatever had shadowed them earlier had been pushed aside for this - an invitation to play.

"I don't," he conceded. He couldn't help but grin, though. He brought a foot to his face, planted a kiss right on their bony ankle. "You whine about everything."

Their eyes sparkled. He dragged them closer, away from the edge of the tub until their legs were straddling him and he could hold them by the hips. They had to scramble to stay upright.

"You're a lazy drunk." A kiss to the inside of one knee.

"You're a pervert." Leaning over to kiss their chest, licking into a gill for good measure.

"You're obnoxious - too clingy." A kiss to their shoulder.

"You're disgusting, rude, ugly, slimy, weirdo." A trail of kisses up their neck punctuating each little insult.

"And," He looked right in their eyes, forehead pressed into theirs. He could feel the gentle purr-like rumble in their chest. "You fucking smell."

The tension broke like glass on brick, their barking laugh loud enough to make him recoil. Still, the laugh was contagious, and he chuckled as they wrapped their arms around his head, pulling him down for a proper kiss.

He payed them back by dunking their head under the water.

They shot back up, betrayed and sputtering an awful lot for someone who could breathe under there. He just laughed and lathered his hands with shampoo, pulling them close again while they muttered obsceneties and threats of murder.

[ali-anne-undertale-stoof]

This one took an embarrassingly long time to write... COOKING LESSONS!!!

Chapter 17: Today, We're Going To Be Burning Spaghetti!

A slow, somber song swept through the swampy caverns of Waterfall. It told the monsters, "Relax, my children. Come make wishes under the stones and admire the scenery. We're here to protect you. You are safe."

Contrasting that, an almost obnoxiously loud musical number pierced through the calm atmosphere and literally turned it into a theatre production for all the underground to hear. A young skeleton, clad in a brown sleeveless coat, matching orange crop top and leggings, a vermilion scarf and yellow rubber boots, had been dancing through the swamplands and singing his nonexistent heart out for about three and a half minutes at this point in time. Some skeletons had the ability to trigger musical numbers, even in the most inappropriate of places. And unfortunately for those who aren't a fan of musicals, this skeleton was one of them. And he was a particularly flamboyant one at that.

However, a stroke of good luck ensured that he was about to end his song just as he came up to the giant fish that's somehow classified as a house.

"AND IT WON'T BE SO HARD,

TO ASSUME THAT I'LL BE MOST FAMOUS, TRULY FABULOUS,

LOYAL ROYAL GUAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRD!!!"

Wow, what a number.

But thank goodness it's over already.

However, just to show that Papyrus enjoyed all types of music, he demonstrated a dance move known to be associated with metalheads on Undyne's fishy fish house door. Headbanging.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!

Headbanging on the door.

Headbanging on the air.

Almost headbanging Undyne.

"Whoa!"

"WHOOPSY DOOPSY!!! HELLO, UNDYNE!!!"

"Hey, Papyrus!" Undyne laughed to herself. "Are you ready for your super secret, extra private, one-on-one cooking lesson?"

Papyrus opened his mouth excitedly and just let it hang there as his words failed him. Oh yeah. Cooking lesson. How could he have forgotten so soon?

"Uhh, Papyrus?"

Undyne had never seen a skeleton so still before. Well... she had, but they were in the king's closet.

Confused and a little curious, she "gently" prodded Papyrus' forehead to see if he'd react. At least it kickstarted something.

"COOKING!!!"

...Another prod.

"LESSON!!!"

...

Yeah, she just dragged him inside.

The interior of the house was what snapped Papyrus out of his momentary shock. There was no area that wasn't flooded with colour, from the walls to the flooring and even the rug. Undyne really liked colour combinations that pop, which Papyrus figured made sense. A stimulated person needed a stimulating environment to prepare for a stimulating job, after all!

"WOWIE..." Papyrus' eyes glowed as he processed all of this colour. It's wonderful, and garish, and kind of an eyesore to the more refined eye. Papyrus would call himself pretty refined, but he doesn't have eyes, so...

"Well! Let's get started! Fuhuhu!" Undyne 'confidently' wandered towards the cupboards and looked around. Surely, there's gotta be something... Something something...

Ramen noodles? No, too simple.

Bread? What is she going to do with bread? Make toast???

Spaghetti?

...

Spaghetti. Sure. She can teach him spaghetti. She definitely knows how to cook pasta. This definitely wasn't the first time she ever cooked pasta, and she definitely didn't soak the noodles in for so long that they got soggy and inedible and she had to order takeaway, no! She... She knows what she's doing. She's the Captain of the Royal Guard. SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE'S DOING.

Undyne, who definitely knew what she was doing (remember that), flashed Papyrus a large toothy grin. "Right! So, let's start off with something simple. You ever heard of, uh..." She glanced at the spaghetti packet in her hand. "...Spaghetti?"

"NO."

Was he being sarcastic or sincere? Undyne couldn't tell. "Well, you're in luck, because we're going to be cooking! It!"

...

"Okay, Papyrus! Get some vegetables out the fridge, would ya?"

"AYE, AYE, CAPTAIN!!!"

Papyrus opened the fridge and... Oh. It's almost barren. Where's the meats? Where's the milk? Where's the- Oh, there's the tomatoes. But what about the rest? Oh, well. He'll just take a banana.

"UM... UNDYNE, WHERE'S THE FOOD?"

"I hate cold food, so I just put it in the pantry."

Papyrus glanced over at one of the larger cupboards. Come to think of it, one of them did have a distinct smell of... rotting meat.

"UNDYNE..." The trainee opened the cupboard and was immediately hit with the stench of rotting meats. Why, oh why was the universe out to assault his senses?!?!

Holding his breath, the lanky skeleton grabbed the meat and put it in the trash can.

"Hey!!!"

"SORRY, UNDYNE, BUT THEY'VE GONE BAD!!! HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF PROPER MEAT STORAGE?"

Undyne pouted. She did NOT feel like being the student. That's Papyrus' job. And it's a miracle how he didn't lose faith in her even after that.

"Uh, thanks? Anyway, did you get the vegetables?"

"RIGHT HERE, UNDYNE!!!"

Undyne glanced over to find a pile of tomatoes, bananas, grapes... and lettuce. Well... one out of four of those were actually vegetables. Not the best, but she can work with that.

"Excellent work! Now, just... uh..." The disgruntled captain took out a frying pan from the cupboard. "Mash them with this... mashing thing!"

Papyrus raised an eyebrow smugly as he took the pan. "DON'T YOU MEAN FRYING PAN?"

"Yes, whatever! Just smash it!!! I'll go fill a pot with water!"

"BUT..." As Papyrus glanced at the innocent little tomato, an overwhelming amount of empathy welled up inside of him. "WHAT IF I JUST... PET THE TOMATO? SANS ALWAYS SAID THE BEST MEALS ARE MADE WITH LOVE..."

"Oh, come ON, Papyrus!" This was the whole reason why Undyne started this stupid cooking lesson in the first place. Now she was more determined than ever to make this work. "It's just a tomato! We eat those every day! Just do it!!!

"OKAY... HERE I GO..."

Papyrus lifted the pan up to smash the "vegetables"... But just as he was about to-

CLANG!!!

"EEK!!! WHAT THE?!?!"

"What?"

"N-NOTHING!!!" Papyrus looked over at the pot. How she managed to make a dent in it by slamming it into the sink upside down was... a mystery. Nonetheless, Papyrus started mashing the veggiefruit with the frying pan... instead of, you know, being a normal person and chopping it up.

"Papyrus!!!"

"WHA- YES???" Her theme song shot through his skull, and he thought HE had a powerful presence!

"What are you waiting for? Put the noodles in the pot!"

"Y-YES, SIR!!!" Ditching the frying pan and letting it drop to the floor with a CLANG, the skelestudent proceeded to grab the pack of noodles and slammed it in, still with the packet on. It was only after glancing at it for a second that he realised his mistake.

"WAIT!!!" He removed the packet and did it right this time.

Undyne huffed a slight laugh. "Nice one, Papyrus! I'm impressed!"

"R-REALLY?!"

"Hell, yeah!!! Now..." Undyne passed him a spatula for some reason. "Stir the pot as fast as you can and TURN! UP! THE! HEAT!"

"OKAY, DA- UNDYNE!!!" Grabbing the spatula with no time to correct her, Papyrus stirred. And stirred. And stirred and stirred and stirred and noodles were going everywhere and he didn't care he just stirred!

He only stopped when boiling hot water splashed all over his face.

"NYEH HEH HEH!!! I FEEL SO ALIVE!!!"

"That's the spirit!!! Fuhuhuhuhu!!!" Undyne was also splashed with hot water, but that didn't deter her! "Okay, remember the last step?"

"TURN UP THE HEAT!!!" Papyrus twisted the dial and the stovetop set itself ablaze.

"Yes!!! Turn it up higher!!!"

"YES!!!" Twist.

"Even higher!!!!!"

Twist.

"HIGHER!!!!!!"

The twisting never ends. The heat never ends. The pot melted against the stove.

"Wait, too m-"

A flash of white light blinded both Undyne and Papyrus.

...

The next time they opened their eyes, the room was completely on fire.

...

What had she done?

What was she thinking? Giving someone a cooking lesson?? Instead of turning them down??? For what? All because she didn't want to crush his dreams?

This... This was just a nightmare.

She was gonna have to call the fire department! She was going to have to explain all this to the fire department!

...

Cooking. Out of all the things she could have started teaching him. Piano. Crochet. Any sport in the world. Why. Did she have to teach... cooking?

...

She was screwed.

"OHOHOH MY GOD!!! UNDYNE!!! IS THIS WHAT YOU MEANT BY HAVING A FIRE IN OUR HEARTS??? I DIDN'T THINK YOU MEANT IT LITERALLY!!! LET'S DO IT AGAIN!!!"

Undyne didn't move. How was she going to explain this?

"UM... HAHA... UNDYNE?"

...

"OKAY, I'M JUST GOING TO CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT."

The warrior didn't answer. She didn't even realise until after the fact that Papyrus literally carried her outside and called the fire department, finished spaghetti dish on a plate on his very head.

"OKAY, UNDYNE! THE FIRE DEPARTMENT IS ON ITS WAY!!! IF IT'S OKAY WITH YOU, I'LL JUST BE HEADING HOME!!! THANK YOU FOR THE COOKING LESSON, BY THE WAY!!!"

...

"Yeah. Sure."

At least she spoke.

"WELL, THEN!!! SEE YOU NEXT WEEK, UNDYNE!!!"

As several water-based monsters showed up to her house, Papyrus walked away proudly with his burnt fruity spaghetti disasterpiece... on his head.

"I WONDER IF SANS IS UP YET."

Well, even if the lesson didn't go as planned, Undyne couldn't deny that hanging out with Papyrus was going to be a lot more fun than she hoped for.

Oh, yeah. She's definitely going to start planning her next cooking lesson.

[writerbeemedina]

Fantasy Location Idea

Fixed up this fantasy location I wrote for a prompt in class a few years ago. :] Feel free to expand or borrow!

Nestled deep within a boggy bayou somewhere far away is Soakdin – a tiny dock village in the middle of the murky waters. It had a couple of houses, a family-owned tavern (today’s special: deep-fried crocogator eyeballs), and a trading post. It isn’t much, but it’s home. Not to any human, but the waterkin: two-legged creatures with webbed hands and feet; fins for ears; slits for nostrils; yellow fishy eyes; tiny, needle-like teeth; and scales for hair.

The place doesn’t receive many visitors, unless travelers are hopelessly lost; this village isn’t on any map. And besides, even if it were, it isn’t exactly an attractive tourist destination. Thick, slimy algae crawls up the wood. Clouds of mosquitoes thick as smoke could strike at any moment (which made tasty snacks for the waterkin). The food is revolting. And the inhumane, monstrous appearance of the creatures deeply unsettled people who had never seen anything like them before.

It’s safe to say visitors weren’t exactly keen to come back – at least, the ones that the waterkin didn’t eat – but eager to wash away the memories of what they experienced, what they saw. Desperate to escape the swampy terrain, to be back on dry land where the trees don’t whisper their darkest thoughts, where the water doesn’t conceal spying creatures.

[neechees]

Have you eaten goose before? If so how is it?

I forget if I've eaten specifically geese before, but I've had duck and personally I don't like it, but I know many people do. I can only imagine geese and duck taste pretty similar (maybe like the way lobster and crab taste pretty similar, but not exactly the same).

So, to explain duck instead, it's very aromatic and like, swampy? Almost fishy? (I also don't like fish lol). It's a dark meat. Kinda hard to explain.. but it probably tastes something like that

[moykoy]

Hi folks. Long time no see.

I haven't posted to Tumblr since I moved last year and until recently I suffered from a pretty bad drought when it came to anything creative. I'm hoping to get back into regular (ish) posting and am currently working on a proper commission post for anyone interested! I finally feel like I'm in a good place to start comms again.

Anywho here is an updated reference sheet for my fursona, Marbas! It was long overdue, both of our designs and vibes have changed a lot. Behold my fishy, swampy dragon boy.

(His fishy parts are loosely based around an arctic char and his alt hair is meant to be water lettuce)

[memphis-menace]

Siren!Elvis Headcanons

Disclaimer: Okay so just because I drew him, doesn’t mean my headcanons are the be all end all, okay? If you write about him, feel free to make up your own stuff about him, use this stuff about him, whatever you want! That’s the beauty of fandom! This is just how I personally think of the lad when I doodle him.

Disclaimer #2: There will be mentions of animal traits and geographical/topographical shit. I do not claim to actually know anything or claim it as fact. I am making this up, not aiming for accuracy. He’s a sexy water monster, I don’t think “accuracy” applies here.

Once again, @venus-haze has some AMAZING work out regarding her interpretation of him, and hopefully there’s more coming and I can’t wait to eat it up!

Alright, onto my version.

Okay so right off the bat, my version of Siren!Elvis ain’t exactly a fish. That interview that mentioned crocodile eyes took hold of my soul so. The boy is gator based. 🐊

Lives in a swampy/marshy river type area. Look I don’t know terminology I just know what I live by.

Originally, he sang more traditional siren-y songs; mostly just very melodic, wordless tunes. But as people started building residences and moving near his territory, he heard their music - blues, country, rock n’ roll - and decided he really liked it, so his siren song adapted accordingly.

So, being more reptilian than fishy, he doesn’t have a tail. He has semi-webbed clawed hands and feet, and a gator tail to help propel him through the water. He has scales covering his skin in certain places, mostly his back and arms? I’ll try and draw a reference for what I envision one day I’m not good with description there’s a reason I doodle instead of write fanfic 😭

Now yes, he does eat people. Come on, that’s like. The whole “siren” shtick. HOWEVER, if you should catch his eye as something other than food… 👀

Under no uncertain terms, this fella is a YANDERE. Once he’s set his sights on you, it’s over. You’re his. Prepare to be sung into submission, so to speak.

That being said, he knows that realistically he can’t keep you in the swamp indefinitely - humans are not made for mostly aquatic living. So you can stay at your house, but you better visit him every day or there WILL be a tantrum and his tantrums get bloody

Also his eyes do that reflecty/glowy thing, so if he finds out where you live and you wake up in the middle of the night to see glowing blue eyes by your bed looking at you, don’t worry it’s just Elvis, checking on you.

He may try and eat your pets but if you really reiterate to him that you don’t want him to do that he’ll concede and leave them alone.

However, don’t tell him of anyone you’re getting close to that he may consider a rival. The next day you’ll hear about a nasty, mangled, half-eaten corpse found floating down the river 😬

On the flip side, probably don’t tell him about people who are upsetting you. Unless you’re cool with a pile of bones being left on your porch. Cause like, you know how cats bring you dead animals as a gift? Yeah Elvis will do that. And will get extremely huffy if you throw them away or get rid of them; they were a gift! So what if it’s a liability and if someone finds out you could get arrested on suspicion of murder? He’ll eat the cops, don’t worry!

Fair warning, he will eat you if you try to break up with him or cheat on him. So if you’re starting a relationship with him, it’s gonna be your last one. One way or another. So proceed with caution.

He can also do that scary ass hiss/growl that gators do. Because it’s cool and I say so.

Now if you wanna hear him damn near purr, gently scratch the scales along his spine when you cuddle him. He’ll practically melt.

Now, mans got some sharp teefs. And unfortunately, biting is a love language for him. He’s not being mean or trying to hurt you, he just has to mark you up so people know you’re taken 🙂

Now when it comes to sexy time, you deadass may want to get him a muzzle because hoo lord you may end up in a hospital. He can’t always control his chompers when his hormones get high. He’ll feel bad afterwards and try to help you with the bleeding 🥺

Like most gators, Elvis will eat anything, especially if it’s something you made. Because he can’t fathom that you would take time out of your day to cook something to and bring it to him, when he’s perfectly fine eating raw meat. So it’s super special to him when you bring him food you made. It could be a deep fried boot and he’d eat it happily as long as you made it for him.

Eventually he learns (via siren magic because again, this is fantasy and I can do what I want) how to mask his reptilian features and look human, so he can spend even more time with you! Ain’t that great? :) He’s watched the humans around him for quite a while, so he knows how to behave like one when he needs to. You just need to buy him some clothes. 

This will be updated, but this is what I got for now. He’s basically a big ol puppy with some less than safe eating habits and a unique way of lovin’

He is a g8er boi he said see you l8er boi

[spookychiptune]

hehehe demosona

this is Gill he's based on like. swampy fishy things and also he's gonna bite you

still no tablet unfortunately so mspaint+mouse doodles are gonna be the content for a bit

[mourgexistence]

Fantasy AU Mer Al Headcannons

Ok first of all he's got two . . . you know 😖😖😅

He can live in both fresh and salt water so he mostly hangs out in rivers in small ponds

HE HAS THE SHOP

But it mostly has junk that he found at the bottom of the ocean and sells fishy food stuff

He would definitely use hooks as jewlery and trash as makeshift clothes

Like he would rap fishnets around his tale because he thinks he's smecksy

I like the idea that his parents died either during a shark attack or they got killed by poachers

So he got some trust issues

I think he met the listener in a swampy place

And they always meet there

Listener would definitely bring small bake goods for al

They would be super small but it's the thought that counts

He would swim with his head out of the water so listener can sit on his head

He often sheds his scales

And gives them to lister

Merpeople are very rare too so they often stay away from the shore

But that doesn't stop al

Even though it's extremely dangerous he sunbathes often

He just gets on a rock and lays there for a while

Idk if in this AU merpeople can get legs by drying out or naw

But if he found out he can get legs he would just live of the surface

That would be cute if he had legs and the listener is trying to teach him how to walk

'Alphie, it's just one foot after the other.' 'IM TRYING BOO!'

(Just a personal touch Alphie is a pet nane I think is cute)

Him and seth were definitely together for a bit

I feel like they met after Jesse left and when seth found out he was sad/mad

He ran till he fell into a deep pond

He was very close to drowning then Al found him and saved him

Just like Ariel and Eric

But its not a really good happy ending

Idk how but they fell out for sometime but they are still friends

I love the idea that Al is SUPER PROTECTIVE with fariy listener

Because they so smol

Like they accidentally got eaten by a fish

Al would definitely hunt that fish down and rip it open in a matter of seconds

It's a win win situation he save boo boo and he get lunch

He definitely scared listener once because he had blood all over his face after he ate a fish

I like the idea of his eyes rolling in the back of his head when he eats food

Like a shark boi

the reason merpeople are rare because they mostly get poached by elfs for there scales

And they same goes with fariy too because if there wings

So that's something they share together 😅😅

He probably shares a makeshift home with the listener

A small cave by the coast that they have spruced up together

Cottagecore with beachy vibes

Hell yeh

Ok thats all the headcannons I can think about with this boi. I'll do more with the other boys soon.

I love this AU AND IM BREWING WITH IDEAS FOR THIS WORLD!

[gordonthegreatesttracy]

For today’s adventure Parker jr took Virgil, swampy, Bradley and I into town and we had a Maccies

Which we didn’t share!

But Parker jr refused to buy me the water balloons 😒

I love this bag!

and we went for Costa

And took a tour of the cricket ground

And then we went for a walk along the river. And there were so many fishies 🐠. It was brilliant.

Then it started to rain so we came home for food.

@janetm74 @drileyf @vegetacide @rachfielden-xo @inertplanetary @cg29 @tbirds @ak47stylegirl @godsliltippy @mrmustachious @misssquidtracy @soniabigcheese

[termagax]

a while ago i was playign around with the idea of retirement age fishhook where ds continues to get more and more fishy until its just impractical for them to be on land most of the time. and they get a little shack on some coast or maybe like a swampy riverbed or something and just kind of hang out forever. and every time i think about them in terms of "guys who werent supposed to live this long" i think abt it again

[cultivatedmemes]

Five senses starters

Smelled

🌧️ Rain on hot pavement

🍊 Freshly peeled orange

🌊 Salt on the breeze

🎃 Sickly sweet of something rotten

🌼 Musty earth and damp leaves

🧺 Clean linen

🍎 Cinnamon and cooked apples

🔥 Smoke and ash

Touched

🍬 Sticky fingers

🍵 Warmth from a mug

🗡️ A blade beneath the chin

🤝 Hands clasped tight

🧦 Wet socks

❄️ Nose pressed against a cold window

🧱 Stone worn smooth with time

🏞️ Chill of a stream on a hot day

Tasted

🍋 Lemon curd

🌱 Swampy and mossy

☕ Roasted coffee

🍞 Something burnt

☃️ Fresh snow

🐟 Salty and fishy

🩸Copper

⚡Lightning

Heard

📺 Muffled television from another room

👟 Footsteps creaking on wood

💧 Water dripping in a bucket

⏲️ The insistant ding of a timer

🍂 Dry leaves crunching underfoot

🦗 Crickets chirping in the dark

❤️ A heartbeat

🎶 Music in unexpected places

Seen

☀️ Dust hanging in a golden ray of sun

🚪 A door with a hundred tiny, intricate carvings decorating it's frame

🔮 Blood spattered on a cracked mirror

♨️ Heat blur rising in waves

🎁 A box with rusted hinges

🌨️ Footprints in the snow leading only one way

🌲 A structure tucked into the trees, half consumed by nature

🛡️ Shining metal, almost blinding

[wheremyscalesslither]

Cw: eating animals

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Ive had alligator before and i was notttt a fan- it tasted like a fishy, dirty-reptile-enclosure-smell. But now im wondering, does farm raised alligator taste different from wild caught alligator? Is it possible that captive alligator, given their likelihood to be fed more red meats, would taste less fishy-swampy? Tbf i have no idea how much diet affects meat taste.