#sea shell dividers

[kaitsawamura]

. * -> OF THE SEA 🐚

(DIVIDER SET)

. * -> BUY ME A COFFEE!

. * -> Cute little ocean themed divider set! I was pretty inspired by Ponyo for this one ☺︎. Stay tuned on my page, I'll be opening requests for visual assets soon ♥︎

. * -> All assets (not including single color dividers) are created on Adobe Express.

. * -> Credit is not required but oh, so appreciated!

. * -> Reblogs, comments, and likes are welcome.

. * -> Please do not alter or repost my work without my express permission.

© Kait of @kaitsawamura 2020-PRESENT

[anitalenia]

s u m m e r & o c e a n d i v i d e r s ⋆⭒˚｡⋆⊹₊ ⋆

credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3 | requested by @justcallmesakira ( I hope these are to your liking, if not don’t hesitate to tell me. I know I said three days but I was up all night and decided to just do them. I gave you a lot of options if you couldn’t tell 😭 and I put some simple line dividers at the bottom, I really hope you like them 🫶🏻✨)

[saizun]

christmas sea ornaments ࣪˖ ִ 𖦹    𓈒      ᮫    🪼 ⠀1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

[pink-horizon]

Pretty for real and pretty pon my cellular ⊹ ₊ ࣪𓏲

[baexywth]

I'm back sweeties! I'll try to share resources more often, adióss

[taes-an]

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[eyeicuu]

∯　　︵　　﹒﹒ 　karina, aespa

✵　　↦　　..　⏖　bang chitty bang

﹒﹒song is armageddon

[aestelics]

here are some cute seashell dividers, just in time for summer! inspired by taylor swift's clean. please reblog + credit if you use!

hex guide (for easy theme-building):

set 1: #E9E0C8 | #CABAAF | #F7F4EA | #DEC4A9 set 2: #E6D2D2 | #D2E3DE | #EFEBD8 | #D0C3D3 set 3: #A8BED0 | #A4C1C7 | #E2F2FA | #B1B5C2 set 4: #D8B469 | #B45554 | #7BA971 | #66B1BC set 5: #E6AE78 | #B7CDDB | #F1EED7 | #4FA6A9

[oldgifs4coding]

[sunken-treasures]

Seashell Dividers!

Free to use, credit is appreciated but not needed (- Mod 🦑)

[frqstblades]

— seashell pngs ,, —

[the-oracleof-delphi]

PAC: Random Facts About Your Soulmate

Pile One - Message in a bottle

:: Pile one, it looks like this person is healing from a heartbreak. In general it may be their nature to think a lot - I am imagining someone who makes up scenarios in their head and ends up hurting themselves. But honestly, whatever they are going through right now may be a bit more than made up scenarios.

:: This person is someone who is emotionally abundant. They are receptive and sensitive - regardless of whether they are a masculine or feminine. Very emotional and emotionally mature, on the flip-side their love can feel smothering at times.

:: Extremely nostalgic. Plagued by it. Probably someone who looks back upon their childhood days quite often. May have a difficult time letting go of their past. (Maybe in a state of heartbreak because of someone from their childhood?)

:: They are someone who is just. They may also work in the law field. Another message is they may be a private person, a bit guarded, doesn't let people know their next step.

:: When they are in their element, they may be child-like, happy-go-lucky, positive and radiant as a person. Life of the part sort-of. You may feel protective over them!

Pile two - Wax stamp (minors do not interact with this pile)

:: Pile two, currently this person is juggling a lot of things. They have a lot on their plate. Romantically, they are in a wishy-washy and avoidant energy. Probably someone who is focused more on practical things like career, job, education, etc. and does not have time for emotional entanglements. By nature they maybe someone who is practical and emotionally detached.

:: This person is someone who is very passionate. I am seeing a lot of fiery energy. Someone who takes the initiative. Alternatively they can be a person who leads a very hedonistic lifestyle. S*x, party and all that stuff. Although this maybe changing.

:: I am getting a shifting energy? Something in their life recently ended or stalled. I feel like this person is on the verge of moving? They can also be someone who travels a lot due to work or just love to move around in general.

:: I am again getting the party-boy energy. But I do think they are realising the downside of this lifestyle and actively trying to reign in their self-sabotaging habits.

:: This person may sometimes rely too much on external validation. But they are trying to rid themselves of this mindset.

Pile three - Sea shell

:: Pile three, you may end up getting married to this person. Ha ha. That was the first message I got. They maybe at a point in their lives where they are in a celebratory mood, winning, may have recently accomplished something that they have been working on. This person can also be very athletic, I am seeing someone who runs marathons, takes sports quite seriously.

:: They may be someone who is in-tune with their emotions, emotionally mature. They can be spiritual, may also be into divination. They may have an important mother figure in their lives they are emotionally connected/attached to.

:: They value stability - both material and emotional. But mostly material. They may also be a bit rigid and stubborn, can hold on to people and ideas for far too long.

:: May be a responsible person. Like the head of a family? Or have people relying on them. I don’t see them to be married though, may have been in the past (?) I also feel like this person is heavily protected, they have very active spiritual guides, doesn't matter whether the person themself is spiritual or not.

:: They may come across as someone very blunt and straight to the point. Their communication style maybe a bit harsh at times, but nothing too toxic. Doesn't like ambiguity, very direct. There won't be any scope for confusion when you are with them.

Credits: icons - @/toastray on tumblr | divider - @/saradika-graphics on tumblr

[djarincore]

TAGS: smut, fwb!ghost, car sex, degradation, name calling, PIV

A/N: I said if I got sleep token tickets I'd write more smutty simon drabbles. This is a bit different than how I usually write him tbh but sometimes you don't need to be worshiped and adored you just need to get fucked in the back seat of a car and be called a slut *shrugs*

Simon Riley was all smoke and fury, wound tight beneath rippling muscle and an aloof demeanor. He was a bastard at best and cruel at his worst. He was an impossible to read man.

When he was gone, somewhere far over seas, you would tell yourself you didn't need him anymore. You had more self respect and deserved someone who wanted all of you, not just a quick, meaningless fuck.

But you were always the first person he called when he was home. Maybe that meant something or maybe it just meant he was a lonely man. Either way, he called and you answered every damn time.

He took what he needed from you with primal, untamed desire, and when it was over, he was gone until the next late night call. And you were left angry and frustrated at yourself, at him.

You hated recalling your pathetic mewls and broken moans. The warmth of his skin pressed against your, slick with sweat, as he fucked you, burying his cock deeper into your needy cunt.

With your legs around his waist, your knees burned against the leather of his backseat with every sharp thrust that seemed to knock the air out of your lungs.

Times like those were when you wished you could steady yourself in his hair, silence your moans on his lips, but he never took his mask off. You called him Simon, but you only ever saw Ghost.

So, your hands were forced to find security in the meat of his bare shoulders as he gave you no choice but to sit and let him bounce you on cock.

You hated his voice, always mocking and dripping with venom that made your cunt flutter and chest ache.

“Desperate slut,” he grunted. His harsh breaths fanned over the shell of your ear. “You always take me so good.”

Simon’s hands squeezeed the flesh of your ass. His nails left their cresent marks on you the same way yours did on his shoulders. It would be the closest thing to declaring your ownership over the other. He dragged your hips closer, forcing you to grind down on him.

The stir of his cock inside you pulled a moan from you. You worked yourself against him, almost rutting, feeling him deep inside you.

“Go on. Show me what you can do.”

He went hands off and you did your best to take over. He'd already given you two orgasms before stretching you around his cock. His fingers did well enough to leave you exhausted.

You rose slow with your knees and allowed gravity to take you back down. The slick noises of your bodies meeting seemed to echo in his car. The windows had fogged hours ago from your combined breaths. You were completely consumed by him all around. Nothing mattered, but him and you.

Your stamina was no match for his and you were slowing your movements when your breath struggled to catch up.

He scoffed. His lids lowered as cold eyes focused on your sluggish movements, the wetness glistening on his cock and your cunt wrapped around his tip. “Fuckin’ pathetic. Tired already?”

“Make me come, Simon,” you begged, clawing down his chest. Your hips came down to a slow grind against his, urging him to take over.

Simon never took kindly to your orders. You assumed he got enough as it was from being a soldier.

“Wanted you to work for it, slut.”

He bucked his hips, filling you to the brim once again, kissing your cervix with the head of his cock. Your head fell back as you moaned and clenched around him.

“But I'll make you come,” he promised with each word after followed by a heavy thrust. “Again and again and again.”

thank you to @/saradika-graphics for the dividers!

[kayawolfhorse]

When Gem first startles upright, she’s not sure what had awoken her. The tower is dark and the night hums, and her bed is tantalizingly warm. However tempting it is to slink back beneath the covers, her fingertips prickle and her curiosity grows. She can’t just leave the greater mystery at large.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, her brain seems to clear with her vision, and the sound outside sharpens: howling.

Stepping out onto the half-balustered walkway is like throwing her door open to the sea; she’s at once engulfed. The shadowed forest below her reverberates in every direction with the call of the wolves hidden within, and the strength of it, muffled no longer by her tower’s walls, sends a chill down Gem’s spine. Their song is all-encompassing, and each voice that sings it is as unique as it is indistinguishable from the rest. It’s beautiful; it’s haunting. She couldn’t parse out how many wolves there are if she tried.

The summer breeze is gentle against Gem’s arms as she stands and listens. It's unlike anything she’s heard before, incomparable to her dogs’ excited yips or warning growls. If she were to assign it human emotion, she’d call it somber in tune, and near-joyous around the edges. Something at the base of her throat pinches, and she resists the urge to howl back.

The call crescendos in its final chorus; in its wake, the voices begin to taper off. A few lone howls hold the melody after the rest are through, and though it’s impossible to tell from whence exactly they come, Gem swears they’re somewhere across the river that divides her and Impulse’s base from the alien biome across the way. Turning towards it, she freezes.

Her fingers fumble on the straps of her elytra. Her pajama pants billow between her frantic movements. She just barely remembers to slide into her boots—without socks, much to her chagrin—before leaping off of the tower’s lip.

Pearl comes further into focus the closer Gem gets, and her form is all-too familiar, all-too foreign; it’s Pearl. She’s wearing a scarlet cloak that Gem doesn’t recognize, and the parts of her face that aren’t obscured by shadow are made sharp beneath the pale light of the full moon. She’s standing in the middle of the bridge as if she’s waiting for the others to arrive for a meeting. Her grip on the railing beside her is tight.

Her lip twitches when Gem’s boots meet the cobbled deck, but her head remains bowed.

“Pearl?” Gem ventures. Finally, Pearl looks up. Her eyes are marred by darkness and framed in red.

“Hi,” Pearl says, and her voice is rough, like nails scraped along the bark of a tree. Gem had missed her so much.

“‘Hi’?” Gem demands. There’s a typhoon swirling in her chest. She forcefully shoves it down. “You’re gone for six weeks without a word of explanation—Impulse too, for the matter—and when you randomly show up in the middle of the night, all I get is a ‘hi’?”

Pearl smiles slightly, hesitantly, like she expects her lips to be cracked. “Figured it was a good place to start.” She tilts her head in a half-shrug. Her hood falls behind her ear and exposes a trail of crimson that makes steady tracks around her jaw.

Belatedly, Gem realizes that she’s reaching out, and decides to go through with it, touching a fingertip to the shell of Pearl’s ear. Pearl flinches. The storm at Gem’s core stills.

“Pearl.” The roof of Gem’s mouth turns dry. “Pearl, you’re bleeding.”

“Am I?” Almost distantly, Pearl drags the heel of her hand through the blood that trickles down her neck and pulls it back to inspect it.

“Should I call someone? Should—Pearl!” Gem leaps forward as Pearl brings her hand to her mouth and licks the blood smeared on her palm. “Why would you do that?”

“Had to… make sure it was mine,” Pearl mumbles. She’s swaying on her feet. Gem can’t decide if she should reach for her again.

“Why wouldn’t it be yours?” Gem asks, bewildered. “You’ve been up to some weird things this season, but blood isn’t one of them.”

“We bled the same,” Pearl says. “My heart wasn’t my own.”

“Who’s ‘we’, Pearl?” Gem’s properly concerned now. Pearl can’t be dazed from blood loss after so little spilled—is she wounded elsewhere? What else would explain this… off-ness?

“Nobody important,” Pearl says. Her breathing is ragged. She looks as though she’s about to fall over. “He abandoned me. Everyone did.”

Gem catches Pearl as she stumbles. Pearl leans into her, hard. Gem clutches beneath her arms and around her back.

“I was alone, Gem,” Pearl whispers. “It was just me and Tilly. Now she’s gone, too.”

“You’re not alone here,” Gem says. Softness is not something that comes naturally to her. She tries anyway. “I’m here. The others are, too, I’m sure of it.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Pearl says. “They cast me out.” A pause. Her teeth flash in the darkness. “I killed them.”

Gem doesn’t doubt that. She doesn’t doubt that, wherever Pearl and the others went, death held a heavier note than it does on Hermitcraft. Pearl is different than she was two months ago. Gem can work with this.

“I’ve killed, too,” Gem tells her. “We can talk about it tomorrow, if you’d like.”

“Tomorrow.” Pearl slowly nods. “You won’t leave?”

“I won’t leave,” Gem promises. “I’ve got tea and bandages in my castle. No offense, but you look terrible.”

“I’m sure I do,” Pearl says. Humor graces her tone like color returning to pallored cheeks. Gem squeezes her. Pearl rests her head against Gem’s hair.

The blood that lines Pearl’s face is dried and flaking. Drowsiness tugs at the back of Gem’s mind. There’s water to be boiled and leaves to be seeped.

Together they stand in the quiet night and hold each other’s warmth.

[pink-horizon]

🐚 ' 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾

[vestaignis]

Подводные бабочки-рыба, которой даны крылья, но не для полета- Восточная дактилоптена.

Восточная дактилоптена, или восточная летучка (лат. Dactyloptena orientalis), — вид лучепёрых рыб семейства долгопёровых (Dactylopteridae). Широко распространены в Индо-Тихоокеанской области от юга Африки до Красного моря и Персидского залива, включая Мадагаскар и Маскаренские острова. На север до Японии и островов Бонин; на восток до Тонга, Рапа-Ити, Гавайских островов и островов Питкэрн и на юг до Западной Австралии, Нового Южного Уэльса и Новой Каледонии. Максимальная длина тела 40 см, обычно до 20 см

Тело у этих необычнх рыб массивное, удлинённое, почти квадратное в поперечном сечении. Покрыто костной чешуёй, которая образует продольные гребни. Голова большая и заключена в костный панцирь. Глаза у дактилоптены большие. Рот маленький, полунижний с крошечными зубами на обеих челюстях, сошнике и нёбных костях. В углу предкрышки расположен длинный шип; его окончание не заходит за окончание первой спинной колючки. У восточной летучки два спинных плавника; в первом спинном плавнике 5 колючих лучей; второй спинной плавник с 8 мягкими лучами отделён от первого спинного плавника глубокой выемкой. Хвостовой плавник с небольшой выемкой, удлинённый у взрослых особей. Грудные плавники с горизонтальным основанием, разделены на две части: передней, образованной пятью короткими лучами, и задней с 27—30 длинными лучами, окончания которых доходят до основания хвостового плавника; каждый луч с короткими нитями, выходящими за внешний край луча.

Окраска тела обычно желтовато-коричневая сверху и светло-коричневая снизу. По верхней части головы и тела разбросаны небольшие оранжевые точки; у особей крупнее 10 см обычно на верхней части головы есть большое тёмное пятно. На грудных плавниках беспорядочно разбросаны золотистые точки, более крупные в задней части. У мелких особей (длиной 50—65 мм) одно глазчатое тёмное пятно на нижней трети плавников. По хвостовому плавнику проходят четыре золотистые полосы. Золотистые полосы идут вдоль верхней части колючего спинного плавника.

Восточная дактилоптена это морская придонная рыба. Обитает на континентальном шельфе над песчаными грунтами на глубине от 1 до 100 м. Способна «ходить» по дну, используя для передвижения брюшные плавники и короткие лучи грудных плавников. Длинные лучи грудных плавников в спокойном состоянии прижаты к телу, а в случае опасности распрямляются для отпугивания хищников. Ведут одиночный малоподвижный образ жизни. Питаются ракообразными, моллюсками и мелкими рыбами.

Underwater butterfly fish that have wings, but not for flight - Eastern Dactyloptena.

The Oriental flying gurnard, or Purple Flying Gurnard, (lat. Dactyloptena orientalis), is a species of ray-finned fish of the long-finned fish family (Dactylopteridae). Widely distributed in the Indo-Pacific region from southern Africa to the Red Sea and the Persian Gulf, including Madagascar and the Mascarene Islands. To the north to Japan and the Bonin Islands; to the east to Tonga, Rapa Iti, Hawaii and the Pitcairn Islands and to the south to Western Australia, New South Wales and New Caledonia. The maximum body length is 40 cm, usually up to 20 cm.

The body of these unusual fish is massive, elongated, almost square in cross-section. Covered with bony scales, which form longitudinal ridges. The head is large and enclosed in a bony shell. The eyes of Dactyloptenae are large. The mouth is small, semi-inferior with tiny teeth on both jaws, the vomer and the palatine bones. In the corner of the preoperculum there is a long spine; its end does not extend beyond the end of the first dorsal spine. The eastern bat has two dorsal fins; the first dorsal fin has 5 spiny rays; the second dorsal fin with 8 soft rays is separated from the first dorsal fin by a deep notch. The caudal fin with a small notch, elongated in adults. The pectoral fins with a horizontal base, are divided into two parts: the anterior, formed by five short rays, and the posterior with 27-30 long rays, the ends of which reach the base of the caudal fin; each ray with short filaments extending beyond the outer edge of the ray. The body color is usually yellowish-brown on top and light brown below. Small orange dots are scattered over the top of the head and body; individuals larger than 10 cm usually have a large dark spot on the top of the head. Golden dots are randomly scattered on the pectoral fins, larger at the back. Small individuals (50-65 mm long) have one eye-shaped dark spot on the lower third of the fins. Four golden stripes run along the caudal fin. Golden stripes run along the upper part of the spiny dorsal fin.

The Purple Flying Gurnard, is a marine bottom fish. It lives on the continental shelf over sandy bottoms at depths from 1 to 100 m. It is able to "walk" along the bottom, using its pelvic fins and short rays of the pectoral fins for movement. The long rays of the pectoral fins are pressed to the body when calm, and in case of danger they straighten out to scare off predators.They lead a solitary, sedentary lifestyle. They feed on crustaceans, mollusks and small fish.

Источник:://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/Восточная_дактилоптена, ://www. clasbio.ru/classification.php?id=13255, //fishesofaustralia.net.au/ home/species/4640.