#seafoam skin

[yeebertum]

i love them sm they need more skibsushhsusush

[tellioari]

more artfights!! mari and spearmint :3

[computeriiworld]

Fish Alien men and cat girl with piercings

I thought Rnd’s skin was ugly as shit until I realized there is so much I can turn them into

[fairytale-poll]

ROUND 3D, MATCH 2 OUT OF 2!

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Simi:

[No Propaganda Submitted]

Seafoam Spirit:

[No Propaganda Submitted]

[shazleen]

Every day i pine for my cute wife…nevermind i saw her 5 hours ago….

[inthenameofsverige]

my next round of minecraft skins for artfight!!

ROW 1: Floyd | Vehafor | Doodle ROW 2: Lunaria | Terrell ROW 3: Starling | Romeo | Hana

renders done in a mix of mine-imator 1.2.9 and mine-imator 2.0.2

backgrounds are either custom-built, from my creative singleplayer world, or (as in the second and fifth images) from modded environments

celestial bodies in the seventh attack sourced from minecraft-heads.com

[lunchboxart]

Late revenge on @gatorpuppy

[rahorarty]

And the other half for artfight!

Janice - https://artfight.net/~Petrichorin

Kalma - https://x.com/Cidateart

Lucis - @emilsdeals

Striker - @isthisahugger

[bearzebaa]

Art Fight 2024 #3 - Noixita

3rd Art Fight attack, this time for Noixita and their OC Zen featuring their demon form in what's probably the most impressive artwork i've done thus far. hope you like it!

[sillyroundkatie]

They do not provide dental

ArtFight 2024 #7

Dolly belongs to @ TheLateHeron on Artfight!

[scarabeegrandma]

Attack for Gamzyeet on artfight!

[elodee]

I love how he seems nice but the skin melting away from his face, revealing an skull with an empty eye, really reminds you of how deadly the sea is

Hermit a Day May: Day 6, Jevin, God of the Sea!

Here's his full portrait :D

[tellioari]

setting up my art fight page!!!

I wanna try doing it this year. I can make minecraft skins and models for people and im really looking forward to it :3c

Here's my page if anyone is interested!!:

https://artfight.net/~tellioari

[porcelian]

tinsels and kisses | j. todd/gn!reader

tags: suggestive, fluffye!! making out by the christmas tree.

Tinsel glitters everywhere, sparkling and shimmering like a thousand little stars scattered across the room.

You peek from behind the pine-colored tree, laughter bubbling up. "I think you got more of it on yourself than on the tree."

Jason snorts, his voice a mix of amusement and mock frustration. "I'm glad my struggle is so entertaining for you."

"Oh, c’mon," you tease, stepping closer to Jason, your fingers lightly catching the strands of tinsel tangled in his hair and on his shoulders. "What would you do without me?"

He rolls his eyes playfully, his gaze flickering to yours with that bright, seafoam gleam that always seems to captivate you. The warmth in his eyes holds you for a moment, and you notice the faint pink tint coloring his cheeks. His eyes, heavy with intent, slowly drop to your lips.

"You wanna kiss me, loverboy?" you tease, your voice dipping into a playful, almost challenging tone, half-expecting him to shoot back with something witty.

But he never does what you expect.

"Yes," he replies, his voice barely above a whisper, shaky with shyness, yet full of earnestness. "Please?"

The world seems to blur at the edges as his words settle into the space between you, pulling everything else into silence. His hands lift slowly, tracing invisible patterns on your arms, each touch igniting sparks of warmth that race across your skin.

Your gaze locks with his, and for a moment, you both seem suspended in time, lost in each other’s eyes.

"Don't make me beg, baby," he mutters, the words slipping out in a way that’s almost a whine, full of vulnerability.

"But I like it when you do," you murmur, your lips brushing the corner of his, leaving a trail of soft kisses across his skin.

His hands move to your chin, tilting your head gently to face him, and the moment his lips meet yours, everything else fades away. His kiss is tender, but there's a hunger beneath it that makes your heart race.

Jason smiles into the kiss, his hands pulling you closer, the warmth of his touch wrapping around you. You cup his face, fingers tracing his jawline, feeling the heat of his skin under your fingertips.

You can feel his breathing falter, in rhythm with your own. It’s like the air between you thickens with every shared breath, each one deeper than the last.

One last soft kiss brushes against his lips before you pull back, but Jason instinctively follows, lips seeking yours again.

"Uh-uh," you quip, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "The tree, remember?"

He chuckles, a little breathless. "Oh, right. Sorry, I got a little distracted."

"A little?" You raise an eyebrow, a smirk dancing on your face.

"Okay, maybe a little more than a little," he admits, his grin widening.

"Guess I’ll have to up my game, then."

"Looking oh-so-very forward to it," he grins, before bringing his forehead gently to yours, a soft, grounding touch that feels like home.

"The tinsel still needs fixing, Jay," you whisper, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

"It can wait," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin, his hands finding their place on your waist.

[khaire-traveler]

🌊 Subtle Aphrodite Worship 🦪

Make your body wash/shampoo/conditioner rose scented

Have a rose or sweet scented candle that you light (doesn't have to be on an altar)

Create a skin/body care routine

Have perfume/cologne that you dedicate to her

Wear jewelry that reminds you of her

Carry a pocket charm that reminds you of her (dove works well in a Christian household and is a sacred animal of hers)

Keep a small picture of her in your wallet

Have a dove or swan stuffed animal

Have imagery of beaches, seafoam, seashells (especially clams), wings, hearts, swans, pearls, or doves around

Wear a locket with a picture of someone you love or of her

Give compliments to strangers

Drink water regularly and dedicate a glass of it to her

Collect seashells (if possible)

Collect things you simply find pretty

Plan your outfits/wear clothes that make you feel good

Keep a journal of poetry dedicated to Aphrodite and love-related topics; can also be a general positivity journal or diary (maybe a diary in a way of writing letters to her but saying a code name instead of "Aphrodite")

Keep heart-shaped imagery around

Embrace yourself; give yourself love

Forgive yourself of past mistakes

Give yourself compliments; start small if needed; I recommend doing this in a mirror

Pin up pictures of loved ones on a mirror or wall

If possible, burn some incense in honor of her; strawberry always has a great smell to it

Watch a love-focused movie (romantic or platonic)

Listen to or read stories about acts of kindness and love

Paint your nails or wear make-up (if you enjoy those things and are able to)

Listen to music that makes you feel good; dance to it like nobody's watching!

Have a party where you and your friends create drawings, items, or crafts that you can decorate your rooms with c:

Start a flower garden, especially with roses; tend to a plant

Practice compassion, especially towards yourself

Fall asleep/meditate to the sound of ocean waves or singing birds

Listen to/sing love songs!

Spend time with loved ones

Have a friend's night; go out on the town together, watch movies, go camping, etc.

Spend time with your pets

Take a shower/bath, especially with rose petals and candles (SAFELY!!!!)

Visit a nearby ocean or body of water; stand in the water (if safe) and ground yourself there

Write about your crushes

Make a list of qualities you'd like in a partner; make a list of qualities you don't want (like green flags and flags)

Take a walk alongside a beach/body of water

Take care of your personal hygiene

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I may add more to this later, but here is my list of subtle ways to worship Aphrodite so far! Worship can absolutely be discreet, and if it needs to be for safety or the like, know that the gods will almost certainly understand. Take care, y'all! 🩷

Link to Subtle Worship Master list

[ma1dita]

Congratulations on 23! not a book reader but I remember reading somewhere that there's a rule that boys and girls who aren't related ofc be alone in the cabins together. Imagine this rule got implemented bc of Luke and posideon! reader

MDNI

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

luke castellan x poseidon!reader

not sure if this was supposed to be a smut request but guys look what you've done to me this is all yalls fault

a/n: smut... a bit of godly desecration & blasphemy?...is this dark!luke? luke said fuck the gods literally...no dialogue...wrap before you tap bc they dont (luke castellan x poseidon!reader)

wc: 603

It had been raining at Camp Half-Blood for a whole month.

No amount of prayers from Cabin 7 nor Mr. D's control over the atmosphere of his camp could change this—and everyone was doing their hardest to figure out why.

You and Luke however, were having the time of your lives— with camp activities canceled due to the downpour, it gave you more time to bundle up under the covers and within each other's arms. It wasn't a secret per say, just something so natural between the both of you. Like crashing tides, he'd fall into your embrace over and over for as long as the gods would allow. But sometimes, he liked spiting them for the fun of it.

Your cabin was empty all the time anyway, no pesky siblings or unclaimed campers peering over the bunks and invading your personal space, because this is what this was between the both of you---personal and intimate. No one's business but your own.

In Cabin 3, you were his alone. And as much as he is Camp Half-Blood’s all-star camper, he thinks the gods owe him this much. He’s allowed to be selfish when it comes to you.

Luke could relish in the sound of your moans echoing off the marble walls, waves of pleasure extracted from you as he thrusts into your pussy, soaked and pulling him in deep. He marks you where only he can see, handprints on your hips, hickeys between your tits and thighs, and he licks your cheek like a fucking dog, just because he can.

His alone.

His cock pistons harder as he holds onto the plush of your tummy, hands grappling onto every expanse of skin he could touch—his, his, his, from the hair he's pulling on your head to the tips of your curled toes. The harder you shake underneath him, the wider he grins, reducing a daughter of the Big Three to nothing but a fucked out puddle of tears. 

Luke encourages you to be louder—deep down, he likes the idea of desecrating you in a place of honor. The Big Three were too pretentious to be parents, forbidden children given temples instead of homes to sleep in. It’s not his fault this place has too many platforms to christen. He supposes you both should try your father’s altar next.

Your eyes glaze over before you cum, and each time it reminds him of sparkling seafoam kissing the coast of the beach back home. It's his cue to throw your legs over his shoulders, diving into your mouth like you'd breathe oxygen into his lungs as he loses control and moans until your heart, like the rest of you feels full of him. He swirls your pretty pearl between his fingers, coaxing your orgasm out of you as naturally as he calls your name. 

Under the tears and drool, Luke agrees you’re your father’s daughter, soft and sopping wet, drenched in his domain. Anchoring himself between your hips, you let out a scream of Luke's name and he kisses you delicately as you both release—everything from your collarbones to your breasts to the skin behind your knee, he kisses all of it. 

His.

Luke could argue that the cum dripping out of your womb is his too, despite how eagerly he gives it to you each time. You didn’t even have to beg him this time.

It's what he loves about Cabin 3—it's his as much as it's yours, no clothes necessary. Until Mr. D comes barging in drenched to nine hells and floodwaters rising behind him with a personal threat from your father.