#she's so bubbly and adorable

[deva-arts]

Aaaaand here it is, the next installment of our Merman Valley series...

MerShane! (And Jas :D)

They went scavenging for human trinkets lost on the surface. Jas found a human-polished shell and Shane got a little chicken pendant! it was a good day :>

Here's our previous winners, who were decided by poll. Keep an eye out for future polls to decide who is next to get merm'ed!

(...I love them so much)

[sweeneydino]

Can we all agree that she looks very pretty with her crown?

[sea-lanterns]

I JUST SAW THE PICS OF BABY GANYU FROM THR XIANYUN CHARACTER TRAILER ON TWITTER—

SHE WAS SO CUTE OHMYGODDD? HER WITTLE TAIL AND CHUBBY CHEEKS. IT MADE ME THINK THAT YOUR CHILD WOULD LOOK EXACTLY LIKE HER WHEN THEY’RE BORN 🥹

Spoilers under the cut

[iristial]

Something about Sachika's name (幸果) and the kanji for "happiness" (幸) being the first new kanji Shouma learned to write on Earth and the implication that he carefully copied the kanji Sachika first wrote in his sweets diary so he could use it in his episodic farewell letter warms my battered, bruised heart. It's like there's an overlap between Shouma wanting to make other people happy and finding happiness in his human friends. He can't have one without the other, which is further reason for him to stay at Hapipare in the future

[sfaira]

Miss Lucy Westenra got three marriage proposals in one day! I first intended to draw fanarts in semi-realism, but stylisation and shapes won, so I hope now I'll manage to keep consistent style throughout the characters Jonathan | Mina

[veemimis]

Bloody Fate may not be canon but bless it for giving us this scene

[spotsupstuff]

Has sparrows ever seen caper without his face plate on?

she Is his Mechanic (which is like.. a doctor almost) so like every month, yes! sometimes it should happen more often but Euros hates sittin' still with his puppet. if he's already Focusing on it and Using it, it bettah be feckin movin

[drbtinglecannon]

OH??? VIABLE WLW SHIP??? NIGHTFALL X HANDLER?? BI WOMEN REAL????

[fishpondpages]

bee's schnees should be endgame and crwby are cowards for trying to make it seem like weiss actually likes men

[chromochaotic]

Nona the Ninth spoilers!

It’s ungodly late/early but I don’t feel sleep coming on so I wanna ramble about griddlehark and one of my favorite ship tropes, that also involves Nona. Nothing super deep but it’s making my insomniac brain happy

So if you compare Nona and Harrow, they’re almost completely opposite—friendly, innocent, forgiving, trusting, vs. reclusive, jaded, vindictive, prideful. (Though it’s also interesting to think about the things they have in common, like a sense of loyalty and compassion and self-sacrifice but that’s not what this is about). pretty much, there’s one sunshine-y character that’s almost instantly liked by the people she meets and connects with others easily, vs Harrow 1000-Emotional-Walls Nonagesimus.

I’d gamble that if you put both of them at a party and asked all attendees who they preferred after five minutes, Nona would take the W.

But you know who immediately clashes with Nona, and would clearly prefer Harrow in all the ways I listed above—who in fact misses her so desperately that she’s described as “the saddest girl in the whole world”?

[pr1ncessk1tty]

🍒¢яє∂ιт🍒

[arolesbianism]

Oh yeah that’s right other oni characters exist uhhhh Ashkan and Nails Jumpscare

[eatingsomegreeneggos]

Looking at Sunny Starscout screenshots on Pinterest and crying because she's literally so perfect 🥺💗 The cutest little horse to have ever horsed, one might even call her a little pony... (altough you'll find she's actually of average height). But yeah Sunny is like actually my favorite pony period. I will stand by this I love G4 as much as the next guy but Sunny is so precious to me! I wish they'd use her character more like come on I want to see her more in mym 😭 (I love her quite a lot in tyt though) But yeah she's so great she's really interesting to me and cute and funny and I would love to be friends with her 💕💕💕

[jillval]

when jill told chris that when she was under control of wesker and all she could think about was "killing all of you". rly did... break me ! to know she tried so hard to desperately fight off wesker but failed to do so and that self hatred she must really feel is so insane to me. like i do believe that even after his death, jill pretty much felt like a horrible person. i do feel like that there is some sort of survivor's guilt because i do feel like she would have thought that she should have been killed right along with him. the way she considers herself weak, etc. the way she lost herself along the way to recovery. the way she covers herself up because if she looks at that scar, she's just going to be reminded. i know people bitch about her old model being used in death island and like i too am the one that bitches; but her trying to find herself and going back to where she was even more traumatized... girl. i just feel ill. i might go into full deetz tomorrow.

[an-inky-fingered-lass]

a snippet from Let Me Speak (a Melinda May character study)

One summer, when the brambles were blooming at their prettiest, the Bartons invited May out to the farm. She hesitated and hesitated, and wasn’t entirely sure why she accepted, but the sun was shining gently outside, and she did. She found herself standing awkwardly in the doorway, a dark silhouette cut into bright, whitewashed walls, and felt too cold for this warm little home, for the welcoming, genuine smile on Laura’s face. There was a dinosaur in the window, scattered legos forming bright spots of color on the carpet, and May tried not to falter in her steps as Clint grinned easily at her and she followed Laura inside. 

Conversation was vaguely classified and not quite halting, and in between it all Cooper peered out from beside his mother and furrowed his brow for a second before he grinned in recognition and offered a shy little wave. Lila, toddling and sunny with it, came right up to tap a questioning little hello on May’s knee. 

May blinked for just a second before dropping lightly down to one knee, eye-level with the littlest Barton. 

“Hi,” she said softly, counting her breaths in some distant corner of her mind, “I’m your Aunt Melinda.” 

Lila gave her a considering look, and followed it up with a big, toothy smile. “I know. Auntie Mel! Like the picture!” 

May blinked again, her gaze skipping along Lila’s pointing finger towards the mantel before casting a fleeting look up towards where Clint stood lounging against the wall nearby -- Auntie Mel? 

It had been a long time since Clint had seen that look, a signature May you-will-hear-about-this-later mingled with something that looked almost…touched, and he almost startled off the wall at the way the familiarity of it struck sharp as a chord. 

“Yeah,” was all May said, still soft, the closest thing to a smile Clint had seen on her since she’d vanished behind a desk spreading tentatively across her face, “I guess that’s me.” 

She listened seriously as Lila promptly decided that they were friends, and that her new Auntie’s leather jacket was pretty! (Clint snorted out a laugh at that, and the warmth behind May’s eyes grew tentatively brighter.) Lila thrust her deliberate watercolor creations proudly into May’s steady hands as the afternoon wore on, explaining the colors she’d chosen and the landscapes she was depicting, and declaring as a bold aside that she had already decided she was gonna grow up to be a little, tiny, giraffe. 

<>

May took herself quietly out to the porch, later, wrapping her palms around the smooth, sanded surface of the railing until they calmed. She stared out across the acres of fields and closed her eyes, aware of the light spilling cheerfully out of the windows at her back, of the way the sky was stretching out above her, open and endless. There were laughing voices ringing out, loud and carefree, and May tried to remember the bright fearlessness in Lila’s eyes. 

This safety had been built, claimed, protected -- it had not come easy. It was not meant to. The clouds above her head suggested a storm, but they were soft, even in their threat. A storm might be coming, but it wasn’t here yet, and May wanted to remember this.

There were things worth protecting, a spot of safety in this world that was anything but. Something good, something beautiful, could still come out of all the things she had left to protect. Gray, fluffy storm clouds were intangible in the sky’s infinity, and May wanted to remember the way Lila Barton had looked right at her and seen no reason to be afraid. 

The sun was beginning to trickle behind the edge of the horizon when Clint plodded out to join her. He stepped deliberately on all the planks he knew would creak, and settled loudly onto the step nearby, offering an inquisitive sort of silence. May shifted, letting the railing take some of her weight, and Clint waited easily for her to find her words. 

When she finally spoke, her voice quiet and heavy and tentative, the words seemed to drop gently into the sea of soft grass below.  

“They’re so big.” 

The sunset painted the sky in violet and gold. Cooper whooped as something in the kitchen sizzled violently, and beside her Clint beamed.

(Let Me Speak has been my whole heart and brain for months now and is still very much an ongoing project, but i've been itching to share something from it for a while. i will need to factcheck my timelines again (ugh marvel) but this particular scene is meant to take place not long before New York. It was written very early on and i plan to edit it quite a bit, so it's unlikely to look quite this way in the final product, but this scene means a lot to me and I wanted to just put it somewhere in all its unpolished glory :)

[rafey-baby]

older!rafe and sensitive!reader spending the holidays together

c/w: fluff, her ovulating and being horny, smut: p-in-v, slight breeding kink, use of dad, 18+ mdni! 

wc: 1.5k

ugh i’ve missed this man

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“Why is he doin’ that shit?”  

“Rafe, it’s a rom-com,” she reasons, practically glued to him on their couch with the way she keeps shifting closer and closer, almost unconsciously at this point.   

“Yeah, a shitty one. Why was it necessary to do a whole fuckin’ speech at the mall? He couldn’t jus’ I dunno, tell her how he felt?” he scoffs, clearly fed up with the entire film already. 

She can’t stop the bubbly laughter from escaping her when she looks over to his scowling face. “I mean, this is actually getting kinda weird…why’s everyone watching them?” 

“Yeah, ‘n why are they still on that fuckin’ stage?” he grumbles while the couple is now fully making out on the TV screen. 

“Please don’t ever do anything like that to me.”

“Yeah, was actually gonna ask, you, uh, you wanna go shoppin’ tomorrow?” 

“No!” she giggles before taking a sip of the hot chocolate she’d made for herself (because Rafe deliberately told her he didn’t want any) but the minute she’d sat down with the mug in hand, he’d wanted to try it, which ended up with him drinking nearly half of it.  

“Oh shit, forgot to give you this earlier, look what I got you today,” he suddenly murmurs. 

“Hm?” her eyes flit over to his face; momentarily distracted by his pretty features as he searches for something from the back pocket of his pants. Then, he’s pulling a golden necklace from a velvety box.    

“That looks really expensive,” she nervously mumbles, pausing the TV in order to concentrate on the heart-shaped locket he’s holding out to her.   

“You deserve the fuckin’ world, it was nothin’ alright? Can think of it as an early Christmas present if it makes you feel better,” he rolls his eyes, almost exasperated that she still can’t seem to comprehend the fact that he enjoys spending his money on her.    

“It’s so beautiful,” she croons as she inspects the piece of jewelry with careful fingertips, heart swelling in her chest at the sentiment— recalling how she’d mentioned something about thinking pendants like these were adorable maybe once.    

“Yeah? You like it?”    

“I love it. Wait, you had your initials carved into it too? That’s so cute, Ray, what the hell?” she feels her eyes grow watery because her boyfriend really is her favorite person in the whole wide world for a reason.    

“Yeah, know you’re into sappy shit like that, ‘n you can put m’picture inside too ‘n you’ll always have me with you or whatever the fuck.”    

“Shut up, you’re so sweet! I love you,” she exclaims before she’s wrapping her arms around his neck— climbing into his lap in the process while he murmurs into her hair how he apparently ‘loves her more’, which she thinks is not possible.    

“Let me put it on you?” he says before he’s swiping away some strands in order to clasp the locket around her neck. “Look so pretty with m’name on you.”

“Wait, you should have my name on you too,” she jokingly utters out next.  

“Been thinkin’ about gettin’ it tattooed actually,” he admits, completely serious, which makes her face scrunch up.  

“You’re not getting my name tattooed on you— you’re crazy,” she softly hits his chest. However, he can barely even feel it because she really doesn’t have a single violent bone in her body.   

“Yeah, crazy ‘bout you,” he grins, eliciting an airy giggle from her.    

Knowing she’s about to complain about him being weird again, he shuts her up with a press of his mouth against hers— a surprised noise leaving her when she’s momentarily taken aback by the sudden cushion of his lips. 

And it’s sloppy, the way they slot together like puzzle pieces when she opens up for him, but both of them prefer it that way. 

His kiss was meant to be something sweet but soon enough she’s rutting against him— whimpering into his mouth as if it’s been years since the last time they did this. And all too soon for her liking, he’s pulling away.

“Somethin’ you want?”  

“…no,” she lies through her teeth.    

“No? Jus’ uh, humpin’ me like a bitch in heat for no reason then, hm?” he raises his brows; eyes fixed on her frustrated features.    

“Ray...” she huffs out; a frown already forming on her spit-slicked lips.    

“Yeah?” he asks, giving her a soft peck as encouragement.    

“Want you…” she pants against his mouth.    

“But m’right here?” the furrow of his brows displays faux confusion.  

“You know what I mean,” she whines; shifting around in his lap some more.    

“M’afraid I don’t. If there’s somethin’ you want, you gonna have to tell me,” the edge of his mouth curls annoyingly when he decides to toy with her, always finding so much entertainment from her struggle.     

However, she merely grants him another whine.   

“Wha’s up with you today, hm? So fuckin’ needy, actin’ like you haven’t been fucked in a month when you were literally cryin’ on m’cock last night?” he murmurs while thumbing at her pouty bottom lip.   

“I don’t know…jus’ need you so bad,” her eyes begin to gloss over when he’s still not giving her what she so desperately craves.    

“Baby, there’s no need to cry, yeah?” he sticks his thumb past her lips; an attempt to placate her, even if he thinks she never looks prettier than with her eyes all wet and forlorn.   

“You’re ovulatin’ right now, aren’t ya?” his brain finally fits together the very telltale signs as he plucks his phone from the coffee table— opening the app that tracks her period cycle.  

“Think so, yeah,” she mumbles, mindlessly sucking on the digit resting on her tongue as she sniffles.  

It’s no surprise to either of them when his assumption proves to be right.    

“Think you need me to fuck a baby in you, s’that it? Wanna make me a real daddy?” he croons.    

“Mhm…want you,” her words are muffled around his thumb.    

“I know, sweetheart. Don’t want anyone but you carryin’ m’kids— think about knockin’ you up so fuckin’ often, you know?”    

“You do?”    

“Yeah, know you’d be such a good mom.”    

“You think? I think you’d be the best dad, sometimes wish you were my dad,” she rambles mindlessly, the conversation suddenly teetering on the edge of something else entirely.    

“Shit, such an angel face ‘n then there’s this rotten mind inside, huh?” he tuts in disapproval, appearing disgusted as if he doesn’t get even harder in response to her words— something raw, primitive stirring in the pit of his stomach whenever she says things like that.    

“M’sorry dad,” she offers him an impish smile.  

“Someone’s in a mood today?” he chuckles, narrowing his eyes in a playful manner.    

“Can you take off your pants?” she complains while attempting to loosen his belt but with her mind buzzing like a honeybee it’s proving to be a rather demanding.   

“Can’t do anythin’ without dad’s help, can you? Go on, let’s see if you can take me out by yourself, yeah?” he rasps out, tone challenging.    

“No, need your help, daddy, I can’t—”  

“Shit, you’re fuckin’ pathetic,” he murmurs, somehow managing to turn something so patronizing into something affectionate as he swats away her helpless hands and yanks the belt open himself.    

“See? Not that fuckin’ hard, was it?” he mutters out as his thumb slips out of her mouth before he’s pulling himself out. And even if he’s not even fully hard yet, and she’s seen it more times than she can count, she’s still mesmerized by the sight— eyes rounding out while she simply stares as if she’s under some spell.    

“You’re so pretty,” she blinks at him, eyes moony.    

“Still not tired of seein’ it, huh?”   

She shakes her head.   

And since she’s not wearing any pants (as usual), he only has to tug the fabric of her underwear to the side in order to reveal her messy cunt.    

“Ray…” she whines when he merely smears the drippy head over her folds; thudding it against her clit to get her to whimper some more.  

“Hm? Want it inside? Wha’s the magic word?” he looks at her with something amused twinkling in his eyes.   

“Please. Dad, it hurts,” she sniffles, desperately trying to rub against him in an attempt to alleviate the ache.    

“Hurts? Think you bein’ a little dramatic, no?” he lets out a breathy chuckle, making her huff out in frustration.   

“M’not, Ray, please, need you so bad,” wet droplets stain her cheeks while she tries to uselessly blink them away.    

“Shh, s’okay. Dad’s bein’ mean again, isn’t he? M’sorry, baby, I’ll give you what you want, yeah?” his voice is a deep rumble before he’s finally tucking the tip into her weepy cunt, causing both of them to moan in tandem when she practically sucks him in— his fingerprints denting the skin of her thighs when he aids her movements to his liking.   

“Yeah? That what you wanted? Always such a tight fuckin’ fit, huh?” he grunts against her mouth; hips meeting hers halfway as he stuffs himself deeper.  

“Mm, I love you,” she whimpers— practically feeling him in her guts as his cock pokes at the spongy spot inside her while his big hands help situate her on top of him, and she thinks this might just be heaven on earth.