#shark endeavor

[nightmarecasterart]

This was made from get a commission for something similar but a bit different. This i made it where he's a merman tiger shark endeavor design. This tag on his tail is on all the drawn pro heroes I draw like this. The villains don't have the tail tags. I don't think I've ever posted any of my enji drawings I've done over the years.

[ominouspuff]

Kote’s House

Kote’s first house is a pathetic thing, and he is incurably proud of it. The twi’lek he purchased it from very evidently could not make up his mind what to do with a man that grinned while he haggled, but it was the first time Kote had haggled over a purchase of his very own. He had thoroughly enjoyed it.

The house is built for one being, and a compact being at that, but Kote doesn’t have much. Moving in is quick, and most of his efforts during the next few days after go into attempting ambitious repairs for things he doesn’t know the first thing about. 

His plumbing is an issue, he knows. Something is getting blocked up. Somehow while trying to fix the kitchen tumbler, his fresher spout explodes.

He hadn’t kept his new house a secret from anyone by any means, but it is still surprising when Fox barges in through his jamming front door. He finds Kote on the floor in his cramped kitchen while the fresher rains water in the adjacent room, laughing so hard and so crippled with delight that he can’t get up.

He tries to explain how wonderful it is —

“I-I have to fix my plumbing on my own, vod—”

—but judging by Fox’s single raised eyebrow he knows it doesn’t translate.

Fox, it turns out, is moving into the neighborhood. Kote doesn’t ask about the house Fox already has — the house he has visited, which is very nice and fancy — or point out that Fox’s contract there cannot possibly be up, which begs the question of why he’s here in Kote’s neighborhood — except that Kote already knows the answer to that question. So he doesn’t ask.

Fox doesn’t show him any grace or forbearance, though.

“Don’t even know how to fix a damn pipe, front lining show-off—” His brother snarls, but it is muffled; his top half had to go down beneath the floor they’d pried up to get at the plumbing issue.

“So that’s what they had you doing all these years.” Kote says, because he really is in a criminally good mood. He barely ducks the foot-long pipe Fox throws at his head, feeling giddy.

He makes dinner that night in thanks. Fox stays, ostensibly because now that he’s fixed the fresher he intends to use it, because his new house isn’t hooked up properly yet to all the supply lines and power grids. 

They choke on homemade tiingilar (vode-style; Kote can’t pretend at the real thing yet) so heavily spiced it’s got grit to it that sticks between the teeth. It’s disgusting, but Cody had bought fifteen different spices and while usually he likes to keep his approach to the unknown more cautious, more methodical, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more than use them all at once for the first time. 

Wolffe joins them not long after; brings a few others along by recommending the apartment he picks out, so that soon most of the complex is taken up by vode, Kote hears, but he doesn’t visit yet. Everyone’s too busy coming over to his house, it seems; filling up his kitchen and asking why he hasn’t fixed the trash disposal yet, why he doesn’t have a couch, doesn’t he know they’re all the rage among civilized folk?

Kote fixes the trash disposal with Rex, who is better at it than he is but says it’s only due to Skywalker’s influence on managing all things mechanical. 

“How is Skywalker?” Kote asks, and gets more than he bargained for over the next hour. At first he’s a bit off-put, because he’s trying to get dinner sorted again and he’s not been very fond of Skywalker at the best of times, but Rex is snorting out a story and laughing and it’s contagious, so Kote just resigns himself and settles in to enjoy.

Skywalker has little ones, now. Obi-Wan is the only one that can get them to sleep. Ahsoka is distressed; she knows better, but every instinct in her is apparently in agony over the little ones’ inability to eat meat yet. She obsesses over nutrients in their diet — which, given what tiny natborn humans primarily ingest in the early stages, makes for some slightly awkward conversations.

Rex helps with dinner afterward, and they take turns being incredulous over natborn baby facts, shoving around one another in the tiny, uncomfortable kitchen.

“What’s your next project?” Rex asks at one point, glancing sidelong with a cheeky look, and Kote levels his vegetable knife at him (he’s got a vegetable knife. Specifically for vegetables. It’s a very new concept). 

“I make everyone’s dinner on Tuangsdays.” He says. “I’m productive.”

Rex’s sharp-toothed grin turns thoughtful. “Yeah” He says. “Everyone loves coming here, you know. You could be the new 79’s.”

Kote knows. He plans and plots, and puts more work into researching recipes than he’s put into any research whatsoever in months. It feels a bit like coming out of a shore leave; his thoughts quicken and his excitement grows. He hunts down a market. He brings a bag. He shops, bargains, and returns victorious.

He sends out a few comms., and can’t help but shake his head and grin at how different the responses are. 

What a marvelous idea, Cody. His general — ex-general — says.

Yus pls, Ahsoka sends back, with some sort of strange tooka vidclip that dances with wiggly gyrations Kote can only assume indicate excitement.

Where is your house, Anakin says, blunt and to the point, and Kote can appreciate that. 

He sends the address. He cooks all day. The sun sets, and Fox and Wolffe arrive, already bickering, Rex trailing behind with a long-suffering look sent to Kote, begging commiseration.

“Ugh, don’t you ever stop smiling, now?” He gripes when Kote just grins at him. 

“Nope,” Kote says, unrepentantly.

He leaves the soup on the stove, simmering, and takes his cup of caf to the window. He leans on it, breathing in cool air, and just listens — listens to the squabbling as Wolffe gets on Fox’s case for not washing Kote’s dishes correctly the last time they visited. Hears the soft thumps of Rex sneaking into the cramped room Kote has set aside for plants and the sole pet he has; a pastel goullian, fins swaying ever so gently, permanent scowl in place. Thinks he catches, distantly, the sound of his remaining three guests (Padme couldn’t attend, and had made him feel very awkward by how thoughtfully she apologized for it) plodding up the hill. 

“Cody!” Ahsoka cries, coming into view and waving. 

Kote’s cheeks have stopped aching from all the smiling he’s gotten used to, so it’s easy to let another through.

[delawaredetroit]

Kirishima: I hate my quirk. Just thinking of it made me cry as a kid.

Also Kirishima: Yeah, my lifelong dream is to join the "license to use a quirk in public" profession.

It's interesting that despite hating his quirk, Kirishima did a deep dive into the history of heroes to find someone with a quirk like his to have as a role model. Generally, most of the characters in BNHA didn't choose their childhood heroes based on quirk similarity. Bakugou chose All Might because he always wins. Izuku chose All Might because he always saves people with a smile. Shouto chose All Might because he made people feel secure and his interview where he downplayed the role of inheritance with quirks.

Hawks chose Endeavor because he arrested his abusive father. Even for young Touya, he didn't admire Endeavor because they had similar quirks. Endeavor was his hero because early on Endeavor had believed in Touya and because of his determination. It's odd that the one prominent character who chose his childhood hero based on quirk similarity was the guy who hates his quirk.

[byjovewhataspend]

A lowly sidekick accidentally meets the new #1 Endeavor gives Gameshark some Encouragement ((Hawks is like 'im pretty sure that guys older than me, wheres my encouragement??'))

[flashnthunder]

series: webgott || winnix

[trashland-llamas]

Shark themed Hawks x Endeavor moodboard as a part of @enhoenbigbang shark week

[unhonest-iago]

Lulled to Sea

Part of @enhoenbigbang shark week - prompt; siren song

In which both Hawks & Endeavor hear the same siren song, somehow ended up as a soulmates au

— — —

Hawks had been wandering the boardwalk when he heard it. The jingling music that played from the speakers of an ice cream truck. Thinking to himself that it had to be more inland, that there couldn't possibly be one all the way out here. Lying aloft a stone cave that he'd found flying over the ocean waves once. The sound mixing with laughter and skipping rocks. Not knowing he wasn't the only one hearing it.

Endeavor felt as if his ears were ringing from where he sat on his jet ski. Halting all movement as he watched the bird in the sky. Thinking that he'd gotten caught spying on his soulmate. He always knew his soulmate was younger than him but this was the first time he'd heard the call. Itching to introduce himself, but not wanting to overwhelm Hawks.

Hawks decided to head back when there were a few storm clouds forming on the horizon, not expecting the rain to come into full affect until later. Wings flooded, he had to climb down the side of the cave, something he had never done before. The slippery rocks not giving much purchase. His worn out converse not doing any better, he obviously hadn't planned for his current circumstance.

Endeavor seeing all of this happen, rushed to get to shore. Not bothering to take off his life jacket, cursing as he ran barefoot across the sand. Screaming at himself to not get there too late. Endeavor pushed past the fatigue felt deep in his lungs, trying to run faster despite the unstable surface.

Hawks panicked when his foot missed the next foothold. Eyes closing shut as his fingers followed, letting out a shrill scream. Slowly opening them when muscle wrapped around him, Endeavor catching him in a bridal carry. 'Uh, hi?' Cheeks immediately turning red. Thankful when Endeavor let him stand up. 'I don't mean to be creepy but I saw you plummeting and well, had to do something.'

'Thanks...?' Hawks asking for his name.

'Enji,' holding out his hand for him to shake. 'Keigo.' Offering a ride back to the main land, one that Keigo accepts.

Keigo needs to ask, just to reassure that he's still sane. 'Enji?' Continuing once he heard a small 'hmm?' from the man. 'I know we just met and all, but did you hear an ice cream truck earlier?' 

'Yea, did no one tell you about soulmates?'

[enhoenbigbang]

EnHoEn Shark Week

Shark Week is coming and there is blood in the water. What will you have Endeavor and Hawks do? Check out our prompt list, get writing, get drawing, and get wet this Shark Week with the EnHoEn Big Bang!

[castershellwrites]

Day 1 of EnHoEn Shark Week

Putting the contents of the fic below the cut. No sharks in this one, but I hit Aquariums and "What are you" @enhoenbigbang

Enji Todoroki didn’t want a pet. Everyone knew that. He was a busy hero and barely had time to take care of his family let alone another living thing. But, when Touya brought home a fish he’d won at the summer festival (a festival Enji hadn’t been able to go to because he was working to keep the city safe) he couldn’t exactly say ‘no’.

This was, of course, how Enji wound up getting a twenty gallon aquarium, then reading about goldfish and realizing this was far too small a tank. So the little fish—named Killer or Princess Sparkle Bubblegum depending on which of his two children was asked—was upgraded to a 125 gallon palace. It was a bit large for the current size, but Enji was sure he’d grow into it. The extra space meant room for more plants, which provided more surface area for nitrifying bacteria in addition to the plants’ own nitrogen sequestering potential and …Fine! Enji’d gone down the fish care rabbit hole. He wasn’t just going to let the poor thing die!

In the end, Enji Todoroki became very knowledgeable about fish care and aquaculture entirely against his will. He was, unfortunately, not entirely knowledgeable about fish. It was unusual but not unheard of for fish to change color, so the splotches of red didn’t phase him because they clearly weren’t blood. The fins became longer but they didn’t get torn or ratty looking and he just figured his little fish was growing.

It was years later that the goldfish, which had transformed into a koi fish like creature and moved into the garden pond, along with several other koi to keep it company, finally revealed its true nature. It was a sweltering summer night, ten years precisely since Touya had brought home the fish, and Enji was alone. Rei had been deemed well and left the hospital. The ensuing divorce was amicable. 

Only Fuyumi protested moving to the new estate built for Rei and the children. Shouto had silently packed his bags while staring Enji down. Natsuo chewed him out if he dared show his face while they were packing. Touya had left ‘parting gifts’—fire extinguishing hero support devices—around the house. 

Enji had just been on the receiving end of one and was still shivering. He was glad Touya wasn’t injuring himself training to be a hero and had found his joy in the UA support course … but he would have preferred his son have hobbies less hazardous to his blood pressure.

Which was how he found himself sitting at the edge of his pond, alone with his fish and his thoughts, practicing deep breathing exercises to calm himself down and warm himself up. It worked. 

Then something cold and wet splashed against his bare foot.

Enji yelled and fell backwards off the bench. Something had splashed water on him. He scrambled back up to see a blond man leaning on the edge of his pond. What the hell was a man—a naked man—doing in his koi pond!?

“Who—”

“Finally! I thought you’d never notice me,” the man chirped before slipping underwater and flipping around to haul his entire toro out and spit more water at Enji. Red scales glittered like rubies along the length of the muscular tail, rising up and up to cover the man’s hips and—oh.

Oh!

There was a merman in his koi pond.

“How did you get here?” Enji had no idea if this was some pervert with a quirk or if he somehow had angered the spirits and was about to be smited. Smote? Smoten? Was that even a word?

“You, you big fool.” The man hauled himself entirely out of the pond. “Your son saved me from the baggie. But then you took care of me.”

“Well, fish are more of a responsibility than most children are prepared for.”

“You didn’t have to,” the merman purred.

“I couldn’t let you die.” Enji inched back as the merman—holy shit it was a real merman—slithered towards him. Was he about to be eaten?

“As a merman, I owe you my life. Let me repay you.”

Enji swallowed a yelp as a cold damp hand gripped his ankle. “I-I don’t even know your name!” He stalled for time.

“Call me Hawks. Though I did like your daughter calling me princess.”

“I…” Enji tried to think. What usually happened in stories about yokai? He couldn’t refuse without being rude. But if he accepted the offer it would probably get twisted and held against him.

The merman—Hawks—crawled up his legs and twisted his soaking wet tail around him. “What can I do for you? My hero…”

Enji wanted to say ‘don’t eat me’ but that could get turned against him. “There’s nothing I need…”

“Fine then,” Hawks flicked his tail to smack against the ground, “Is there anything you want? Anything you wish for?”

His damned mouth went ahead of his brain, “Just … a friend. I don’t want to be alone.”

Hawks’ smile was bright as the sun, “Granted. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

[scarlettcryptid]

i need a car 🧍🏽‍♀️

[pinkmoonastro]

The 12 houses explained: short word format

1st: Aries, Mars, Yang, Dragon, Bee, Face, Eyes, Eyebrows, Voice, Accent, First Glance, Passion, Drive, Self Esteem, 3rd Eye, Intuition, Hard on yourself, Mutable, Patience, Leader, Stoic, Muscles, Neck/Head tension, Animals, Intensity, Head scarf, Tender headed, Attracting energy vampires, Hard headed, Red, Purple, Sexual energy, Humor, Introvert/extrovert, Fear of child baring because loss of freedom, Judgement, Lymph nodes, Guitar, Fast talker, Sharp talker, Forward thinking, Warrior, Personality, Spine...

2nd: Taurus, Venus, Yin, Panda, Neck/Throat, Throat chakra, Mouth, Thyroid, Heart, Pink, Blue, Fluid, Security, Resources, Musician, Silent, Introvert, Nose, Scent, Taste, Parent, Singing, Arms, Dancing, Food, Breeze, Partnership, Sharing, Values, Luxury, Pleasure, Easy going, Soft spoken, Naivety, Split decisions, Indecisive, Moon, Father, Sturdy, Poker face, Children, Trustworthy, Grit, Victory, Horses, Trials...

3rd: Gemini, Mercury, Yin/Yang, Jack Rabbit, Hands, Feet, Speech, Tongue, Lungs, Fast pace, Exercise, excitement, Bounce back, Joy, Vigor, Youth, Fidget, Anxiety, Habits, Expressive, Musician, Storyteller, School, Journalist, Moral system, Networking, Group, Siblings, Questioning, Stocks/trading, Choices, Dedication, Picky, Options, Dare Devil, Flirt, Long lasting, Hopes, Trees/Forest, Art, Comedian, Chances, Materials, Time, Loyal, Boundaries, ...

4th: Cancer, Moon, Yin, Owl, Family, Mother, Compassion, Creation, Birth, Life, Regret, Sleep, Nipple, Breast, Anus, Stomach, Womb, Bellybutton, Heart, Sacral, Blue, White, Yellow, Ocean, Cold, Night, Cycle, Fly on the wall, Unspoken secrets, Pores, Suicide, Whispers, Distracted, Outsider, Alchemy, Caregiver, Chef, Guidance, Critical, Teeth, Passage/Gateway, Humming, Drums, Weight on your back, Pressures, Gratefulness, Gratitude, Obedience, Horse, Animals, Words that cut...

5th: Leo, Sun, Yang, Lion, Spine, Heart, Pets, Fun, Youthful, Children, Love affairs, Expression, Dance, Gymnastics, Loud, Bright colors, Short trips, Friends, Aunts/Uncles, Get togethers, Cars, Innovative, Actor, Protection, Magician, Gardening, Gossip, Alchemy, Adulthood, Relaxing, Bonding, Self destruction, Slick words, Hard work, Spotlight, Sharing, Rebuilding, Clothing, Renewed vision, Drawing board, Companionship, Grounding...

6th: Virgo, Mercury, Yin, Ant, Crane, Praying Mantis, Work environment, Routine, Structure, Time, Patience, Health issues, Hygiene, Nervous system, digestive system, Pancreas, Gallbladder, Notebooks, Writing, Movies, Home, Relaxing, Forgiving, Generous, Social Life, Bonding, Practice, Foresight, Letting go, Stable, Helpful, Tense, Pressure, Negative thoughts, Reminisce, Addiction, Sorrow, Indecision, Indigestion, Saving Finances, Strong will, Codependency, Maturing, Realizing, Criticism, Self Honoring...

7th: Libra, Venus, Yin, Dragon Fly, Peacock, Marraige, Partnership, Contracts, Joint endeavors, Kidneys, Bladder, Blood, Caring what others think, Voice, Accent, Culture, Rebuilding, Learning new ways to do, Home decor, Learning gratitude, Giving, Reseveing, Welcome home, Comfort, Jot, Warmth, Spring, Flowers, New thought processes, Building Legacy, Defending yourself, Possessions, Slower living, Connecting to nature, Center of attention...

8th: Scorpio, Pluto, Mars, Yin/Yang, Vulture, Jaguar, Phoenix Death/Rebirth, Fears, Dark, Dreams, Escaping, Running, Hoarding, Lack, Homelessness, Strength, Stamina, Restart, Hard work paying off, Legacy, Against all odds, Elimination system, Pelvis, All the holes in the body, Burgundy, Purple, Black, Sex organs, Releasing worries, Manipulation, Smothering, Misunderstood, Coffee, Over giving, Partnership, Friendship, Sensuality, Secretion, Body odor, Roses, Fruit trees, Chapel, Railroad, Balancing, Power, Unseen forces, Intimidation, Relaxation...

9th: Sagittarius,Jupiter, Yang, Donkey, Whale, Shark, Liver, Legs, Posture, Religion, Long distance, Foreign travel, New ideas, Creative thoughts, Energy, Witty, Nomad, Idealistic, Larger than life, Focused on success, Friendship, Gatherings, Social Life, Relaxing, Luxury, Boundaries, Tired, Mental Illness, Restrictions, Insecurities, Grandparents, Quiet time, Relationships, Sharing, Attention, Harmony, Rebirth, Hard work, Getting over, Time, Late night thoughts, Male role model, Weight on your back, Responsibilities, Greedy, Guarded, Proud, Protection, Unique, Lavender...

10th: Capricorn, Saturn, Yang, Sheep, Alligator Honey Badger, Cactus, Sterile, Marble, White, Grey, Cold, Winter, Snow, Reputation, Social status, Farming, Popularity, Bones, Skin, Nails, Hair, Sharp, Leather, Goat, Structure, Skin conditions, Over explaining, Hard on others/yourself, Violin, Holding onto the past, Hard choices, Seeing others happen, Collecting, Finding purpose, Unique interest, Creative ways to make money, Standing up for yourself, Tunnel vision, Sharing, Networking, Group efforts, Working on love...

11th: Aquarius, Uranus, Yin/Yang, Moose, Mongoose, Snake, Friends, Parties, Organizations, Goals, Hopes, School, Science, mutable, unique style, Different friend groups, Water, Lakes, Rivers, Driving, Circulatory System, Pituitary glands, Changing course, Fear of change, Social media, Learning to stand alone, Trusting intuition, Defending loved ones, nonchalant, Increasing expectations, Std, Dead tree, Sticking it out, Elders, Community, Taking a stand, Protest, Elections, Politics, Numbers, Releasing restrictions...

12th: Pisces, Neptune, Yin, Fish, Birds, Friends, More to go around, Letting go, Releasing Past, Decor, Eye for style, Luxury, Opinionated, Energy field, Subconscious, Mountains, Fog, Spa, Skincare, Hygiene, Safety, Frienemies, Luck, Protection, Unprovided jealously, Foreign, Secret, Being watched, Self expression, Confidence, Talents, Anxiety, Depression, Breath, Dreams, Sleeping, Ufc/boxing, Always wanting more, Magician, Plants, Sunshine, Exotic, Target, Maturity, Completion...

[nightmarecasterart]

I forgot to post this one this is just the shark form of the Shark Enji

[brynn-lear]

[Brainrot after seeing so much Robin/Boothill comics]

Can you imagine sitting in the dinner table, being the middle sibling of Sunday and Robin. Hesitantly, she brings up that she is seeing someone. In denial, Sunday asks "Seeing in a hallucination sense or a romantic endeavor?"

That one comment made Robin scoff. "Brother, I am not so easily swayed by delusions; I'm more in tune with the beat of life. Which is to say, yes, of course I meant I'm dating someone!"

"What?! Who is this scoundre—"

"Boothill." You deadpan. "His name is Boothill. Shark teeth. Galaxy Ranger. Wanted by the IPC."

"Is shark teeth really the first thing you comment on?!" Both Sunday and Robin reacts, though for entirely different reasons.

Robin pouts. "You don't get to make a cheeky remark like that when your boyfriend barks!"

...

The table falls silent.

"(Y/n)'s boyfriend— What? When? WHO?!"

... If your boyfriend is a dog, your brother might as well be an owl with how much he asked "who?" Needless to say, The Oak family now has to worry about two dark-red themed gentlemen with a penchant for alcohol.

[sammylkcho]

I read the request where the reader is Sebastian spouse hear me out though what if the reader said oh you sound like my husband but they don't recognize him since he's a fish and they show off the ring hear me out

Oh god, this was requested almost two weeks ago… I’m SO SORRY for the wait dear anom!

I gotta say, I wrote this and I’m not thrilled with the final result,sorry if it sucks..

Warnings/Notes: small angst, mentions of hallucinations but nothing real, signs of a growing anxiety attack, anxiety overwhelming the poor reader

Original request

"The name’s Sebastian, remember?" it reminded you of its name, sensing a hidden plea in its tone.

"… Yes, Sebastian." You repeated its name, finding it strange to utter the name of your deceased husband. It had been a long time since you said his name, and it felt good to say it; it brought you a kind of comfort for a few seconds.

You rubbed the back of your neck for a moment, pressing your lips into a thin line as the growing anxiety and discomfort began to take hold.

You felt the bluish gaze of the "creature" (you hated calling it that, but you didn’t know exactly how to categorize it) piercing into your soul, as if it were searching for something, analyzing every piece to ensure not a single detail was missed. It was strange, both having it in front of you and being alone together.

When had your companions left? You didn’t know, and it probably wasn’t worth knowing; they had likely abandoned you since you were holding them back and had been a burden to them.

Those thoughts pulled you away from reality, making you completely forget Sebastian's presence and how intimidating he was with his great height.

He could tell that you were no longer grounded, having always known the times when your thoughts swallowed you alive due to your anxiety and the “what-ifs.” It was one of the first things he learned about you as he got to know you.

Both of you had questions about each other. Especially him, who knew it was you despite how disheveled and tired you looked, but in your case, you still didn’t know that the person in front of you was the same one you’d considered dead for the past 12 years.

How had you ended up here? Had you been blamed for a crime that wasn’t yours? Just as they had likely done to him?

Those thoughts made Sebastian’s blood boil. He felt so powerless for not having been able to do anything to prevent you from coming to a place like this, for having to suffer the consequences of someone else. So many things he regretted, even though only a few minutes had passed since your presence appeared before him like an angel.

There were so many things yet so little he could do.

His goal now would be to try to make you realize that it was him and not just a simple coincidence in appearance and voice.

He would make you realize and know that it was him; Sebastian Solace, your husband.

He clicked his tongue loudly to catch your attention (which he succeeded in doing with the sudden noise) and thus fulfill the objective he had in mind.

"Want to take a look? Got some things you might find useful on your endeavor." He asked you with a tone that would be too unusual for any expendable that had passed through his shop. That sarcastic, humorous, and hateful tone was always present in him, but with you, there was a hint of sweetness.

"Eh.. Sure." You responded, somewhat bewildered. Your feet carried you automatically to his tail once more, looking among the few items left on the straps he had tied along his tail.

You felt his gaze on you once again; this time, you didn’t try to find a reason or what he was trying to see or accomplish by looking at you. The sensation was uncomfortable yet comforting. Strange.

"Anything that catches your eye?" he asked you again, offering a smile filled with sharp teeth like those of a shark. A chill ran down your body from head to toe, as the more you looked, the sharper they seemed.

"You sound like my husband." You said abruptly, without having processed the words that had already slipped past your tongue.

You realized what you had said just before a wave of shame and melancholy completely invaded your body. You hadn’t wanted to say that, much less mention the fact that you had referred to your deceased husband. DEAD.

How was it possible that you saw your husband reflected in that person (fish)? It was utterly embarrassing, surely, for having made a comparison with someone he didn’t even know, he would bring you to a certain death or something even worse-

"What a coincidence, babe." He interrupted your line of thought, pulling your attention back to him.

Sebastian only called you that way when he was joking with you.

Your eyes moved to the ring that seemed to shine faintly in the soft light filling the room, noticing it had vague lines and curves that seemed to form something. It was eerily similar to your ring—the same one you had placed on Sebastian's finger, and he had placed on yours on your wedding day.

Why did the universe want to torture you like this?

He was dead; you had to accept it. He wasn’t in that same room with you, and much less alive. He wasn’t—

"What was your name again?" Your mouth betrayed you once more, speaking words that hadn’t even been approved by your mind. All of this was wrong, very wrong.

"Sebastian," he said, revealing more of the ring that had caught your attention. "Sebastian Solace."

After those words, the world seemed to stop for a few moments. The only sound you could hear was your own breathing, which was growing increasingly erratic. Denying to yourself that this all had to be a mere coincidence, a cruel trick of your mind, the accumulated stress seemed to be taking its toll, or perhaps the many sleepless hours and the insomnia had led to hallucinations.

The strong stench of fish and sea salt invaded your nostrils, forcing you to focus on what was right in front of you.

It was him; he wasn’t overstepping or invading your boundaries, always respecting them to have a signal or confirmation that he could proceed.

"You're dead…" you said in a low, broken voice, not noticing when you had started to cry.

"Yeah… you could say that, but you revived a part of me when you came here."

[euniexenoblade]

accidentally deleted an anon i didnt mean to whoops. lol. anon, i think being overly anal about the age of a character that is 100% not portrayed that way is a pointless endeavor. Her natural character doesnt look that young and to know that you have to play a game most people will not play for lore a lot of people do not know. It's like the "Hatsune Miku is a child!!!" we only know that because of info meant to represent the character upon first release that the company itself doesn't even put out anymore, the only reason anyone could find the detail out is cuz someone who happened to have the original miku shit put it on a single fandom wiki. The character doesn't look that way, and finding out the original "canon" (if you can even call it that since the makers don't use that info anymore) would shock anyone and make them laugh.

What I'm saying is I don't really care what age the shark maid girl from a gacha game I don't play is. I'm not jerking off to her. She's a maid. She's a shark. That's all I care about.

[waywardducks]

BATFAMILY MERMAID AU BC I LOVE MERMAIDS AND IVE BEEN SITTING ON THIS ONE FOR FOREVER (its still a wip)

The tank was huge. It was 347 feet long, 259 feet wide, and 45 feet deep. It's one of the largest aquarium tanks in the world and it's one of Bruce’s greatest achievements.

The tank has several passageways leading to smaller tanks private caves, and a handful of alcoves.

Rays, smaller sharks, groupers, eels, and almost 70 species of fish fill the vibrant tank. But as pretty as the fish are, they aren't the main attraction in this particular tank.

No, that belongs to Bruce’s other greatest achievement. His mers.

He has one of the largest medical rehabilitation centers in the world. The outside is treated like a normal aquarium, with people coming from all over to see the beautiful creatures, but behind the scenes are people going out of their way to rescue and research the mers.

Bruce picked it up from his father. It was a silly dream that the man had had before his parent's murder. Bruce has dedicated his entire life to bringing that dream to life.

He has helped many, hundreds, even, of mermaids and mermen through his facility. Each mer is helped back into ocean life, save for the ones that are too injured or sickly to go back, though, even those mers are free to leave should they choose. Some mers will come back frequently just to say hi are get free check up when they are ill or pregnant or want to show off there progress as thanks.

There are a few smaller tanks that are meant for things like pod training mers who have been alone since pups and don’t know how to handle society, or feral mers that are being retrained to not be violent. There are habitat based tanks as well, made for mers that live in extreme climates, such as selkies that are used to freezing waters or more sensitive tropical fish that can’t acclimate to anything other than their usual warmer waters.

Of all of the mers though, there are a handful that stay for far different reason than that of the sickly or disabled.

It’s a running joke in the community that Bruce is keeping his own orphanage. But if you ask him, he will tell you flat out that the mers are his family or his pod.

He found Dick early on in his endeavors. The mer is a beautiful Betta. An omega orphaned when his pod was tragically killed in a different aquarium. Bruce took him in immediately. Dick ended up being a very clingy pup, and seemed to see Bruce as a form of parent. The betta was flashy, always one to perform and show off his beautiful bluish greenish fins to any curious humans that passed him by.

Bruce stumbled upon Jason on accident. He’s been out at sea one day, enjoying a relaxing summer day in his newest boat when his fishing pole, and all of his bait suddenly disappeared without a trace. A few minutes of frantic looking later, a small, wriggling body floated up to the surface. A merpup had somehow managed to steal all his bait and his pole when he wasn’t looking, but it seemed the poor pup had gotten himself tangled in the fishing line.

Jason is an outcast. His parents were from differing species, making Jason a ‘mutt’. He was shunned by both his species, and his mother was shunned for breeding with a species outside of her own. So of course Bruce took him in. Jason is half grey reef shark and half snapper, leaving him with a red, shiny shark tail. The alpha is every bit territorial as his species would lead him to be, but he’s calmed down a ton since his vicious teen days.

Tim was harder to get than any of Bruce’s other mers. The omega mer was bred in captivity and was quickly taken from his mother almost as soon as he was born. The Drakes were known for their interests in amazing things. They had many statues, precious gems, antique armors and books and anything else they either find on their digs or buy on the black market. One day they decided to add a rare mer to their collection: a crossbreed between a cuttlefish mer and a betta mer. Tim’s tail resembles Dick’s in shape, but his is naturally a red and black ombré, with short and soft fins that decorate his body. It changes colors often though, thanks to his cuttlefish father.

As beautiful and amazing as Tim is, the crossbreeding of his two species has left him with many health complications in his life. A small cut can lead to deadly infections, he is very frail and his scales are much softer/more vulnerable than most other mers. But the worst of it is his omegan side.

The Drakes were ignorant to Tim’s needs growing up. Sure, he had a large tank, food every day, and plenty of puzzles and toys to keep him occupied. But as he grew, the tank stayed the same size, and the puzzles and toys were only fun the first few times you played with them. Bordem sets in quickly, but so does loneliness. Tim very quickly grew depressed in his lonely tank. His heat cycle was thrown off, his instincts were dull, he never had a pod to teach him to be an omega. When Bruce found him, he was like a lifeless doll.

The Drakes managed to avoid jail time with all their money, but rumors spread quickly of the abuse and soon their empire fell.

It took Bruce months to get Tim to warm up to his new podmates, and even longer for him to learn basic omega behaviors. Even now he will still ignore them and his pod still have to remind him to do things like scent his podmates or nest when he's in preheat. Things that should've been ingrained in him since was a pup. Even a pup out on his own, like Jason was, will still have the instincts for these things, but Tim was trapped and left to rot in a cage, his mind never had the chance to develop those needs.

Damien was conceived in the facility. Bruce had wanted to attempt an experiment with a mer that he had become close friends with, Talia. Talia, actually, was the one that brought up the idea. The mermaid loved Bruce dearly and had asked him to be her Sire. Bruce agreed. He loved Talia, but not as mates, and Talia was perfectly fine with that. She mostly saw Bruce as a worthy father for her pups, one that would breed a strong youngling. Bruce artificially inseminated one of Talia's eggs. Half mers were rare. You found them mostly on the black market, offsprings of a trafficked mer, being sold for half price. A mistake caught too late. Some mers and humans fall in love, and have a child of their own will, but that's even rarer.

It’s very hard to find a mer that is compatible with humans. The mer’s DNA needs to have certain traits to be able to conceive. Talia happened to have those traits.

Talia disappeared not long after the insemination. They never even found out if it caught or not before she left. But 9 years later, a half merpup was dropped off at the ocean entrance of the facility.

Damien was half barracuda, half human. Bruce Wayne's only blood son. The pup was aggressive and knew very little English having been born in the Arabian Gulf.

Talia was still nowhere to be seen, though it appeared she was the one who brought Damian the Wayne Center.

Dick, being the caring and loving omega he was, took to Damian like he was his mother. He nursed the pup and raised him. Jason helped teach the pup to control his predatory and alpha instincts. And Bruce did all he could to take care of his son from where he was on land. And Tim.. Tim hid from Damian.

Damian hated Tim. That much was apparent.

Tim, who had never known real love for the first half of his life and had slowly been making progress in understanding and excepting his new family regressed severely when Damain arrived, having been sent spiraling mentally.

Damian came in, teeth bared and ready to fight for his place as Bruce’s son, targeted Tim for being cared for by Bruce the most.

Jason ended up being the one to step up, though. When Tim had first arrived, Jason thought he was being replaced. He went from being the baby, the one that was cooed and coddled by Bruce and Dick, to suddenly being pushed aside for this random omega with no discernable scent that he's being forced to share a tank with. Jason attacked Tim, going straight for the throat. Dick managed to get Jason off of Tim in time to save his life. Bruce quickly had Jason sedated and moved into isolation while Tim was given life-saving procedures. Luckily, somehow, the but didn't get infected, but it left a nasty scar on his throat.

When Jason finally accepted Tim as pack, a year later, he cried for hours, apologizing over and over for the way he had treated the younger.

Tim forgave him easily and the two had grown closer since the incident.

Damien attempted to kill Tim. Tim was still being precariously cared for by Bruce and Dick. With his sicknesses and his tendency to neglect himself, the older two would seemingly give Tim more attention than the young alpha, and Damian hated Tim for it.

Eventually, Tim and Damian finally make up, but they never really get too close. They are always at each other’s throats, constantly fighting. But not more in a sibling way than an actually vicious way