#toooceanblue

[oooocleo]

hello! many apologies if this has been answered somewhere, but may I ask what brushes/program you use in your art?

please have a look at my #brush info tag, i use clipstudio paint 👍

[daughterofsarenrae]

Happy Birthday!!

Thank you!! <3

[islndgurl777]

IRONIC your character's car breaks down, What do they do? (90% for Phee 🥰)

No fucking way.

Hmmmmm… I feel like this is a Henry area so Phee would not bother to learn anything helpful. Why would she, when he’s always going to be available to help her? She calls Henry then starts walking to wherever it was she was going, unless it’s better for her to stay put, in which case she goes a little stir crazy and starts exploring the immediate area hoping to find something cool/fun to do.

[rrredgi]

Rrrrevenge incoming!! lovely ladies for @toooceanblue and @princefleabitten <3

[blueoceanarts]

Extremely last minute to announce but I'm doing art fight this year if anyone wants to give me a follow x 😊 Username is toooceanblue!

[aideedeedee]

A commission of  @nobodys-heroes ‘s crew. Commissioned by @toooceanblue . It was very, very fun to do!

[capitalnineteen]

#somebody didnt watch the old irish spongebob recalling his life and husband video huh. (tag from @toooceanblue that made me laugh)

[barry-j-blupjeans]

ooohhh may I request blupjeans with 25 or 27 from the fluff prompts if you are still accepting!!!

both both both!!

25. "I've missed you so much!"

27. "You're crazy if you think I'm letting you sleep on the couch."

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The moon is quiet in the absence of the Hunger. There's broken glass pretty much everywhere, leaving gaps in the domes that have hastily been repaired with spells and, in some cases, fantasy duct tape. A good few walls have crumbled and for the ones that are still standing, the doors have been busted through. But the power is still on, flickering as it may be. The elevators still work, making the end of the world seem a little more serene.

The Reclaimers' Dorm was one of the only places on the entire moon that didn't look completely destroyed. The furniture is crooked and all their plates are smashed from when the Hunger slammed into the quad, but most of the heavier things are still in place. The shower works. The doors are still on their hinges. It's a mess, but a self-imposed one.

By the time Barry got out of the shower, it seemed like half the employees of the Bureau were asleep in the living room. He didn't know the majority of these people, but Magnus was curled up next to a dragonborn, and Davenport was propped up against the couch with another gnome man, so he figured they were at least people he could trust. Angus, who Barry had met very briefly earlier, was underneath a thick quilt and burrowed into the side of an orc woman.

Barry took about two steps towards the living room before a haze of red blocked his path.

Today had been... wild. Absolutely fucking wild. He still wasn't quite used to having a body yet, but luckily no one saw him try to phase through the bathroom door on his way out. He had spent ten years waiting for this- waiting for the Hunger to come again, waiting for a gap in Lucretia's plan where he could slip in, waiting to see Lup again, and now that it was here, that everything was done? Barry... didn't know what to do with himself.

"Babe, you're crazy if you think I'm letting you sleep on the couch," Lup said, spectral hands laying themselves on his shoulders.

And Lup. She was here again, she had always been here, just a few feet away any time he saw Taako. Just barely out of reach.

"I don't really, uh, have a bed," Barry said.

"Yes, you do," Lup said, pushing on his shoulders to get him to turn around. He let himself be guided past the living room and down the hall. A few paintings had fallen down and he carefully stepped past them. They reached an open door and Barry poked his head in to see Taako. He wasn't asleep yet, but he looked exhausted.

"I- I don't wanna take your space-"

"Get in the fucking bed, Barold," Taako said.

"Getting in," Barry said, slipping further into the room. He took off his glasses, placing them on Taako's crooked bedside table, and then tucked himself in beside Taako. They barely fit together, but Barry really couldn't find it in him to mind. His skin felt a little prickly when Taako adjusted and brushed against his arm. When was the last time he had had a hug?

"Big day, huh?" Lup said. She was floating a little above them, though she just looked like a red blob now that Barry had taken his glasses off. Taako snorted.

"That's one way of putting it," he said. "I'm fuckin' zonked. I'm gonna sleep for days."

"Yeah, uhm. Same," Barry said. Lup let out a little laugh and if Taako relaxed a little next to him at the sound, Barry wasn't going to comment on it. He turned flat on his back, staring up towards Lup. Taako was facing the wall now.

"Light off?" Lup asked.

"Please don't," Barry said.

"Still scared of the dark?" Taako asked. "You fuckin'... lived in a cave for ten years, my dude."

"I had a nightlight," Barry said.

"Of course you did," Taako said.

They lapsed into silence and Barry let his eyes close. There was an awful ache all over his body. The shower had eased it some earlier, but now it was just pounding away at his bones. He tried to think about something else, about anything else, but it always came back to the throbbing underneath his skin. He had skin now. He was alive. Taako was here. Lup was here.

Barry opened his eyes as Taako shifted in his sleep, ending up half on top of him. The prickling cascaded into an uncomfortable feeling of burning, something hot bubbling just under his skin. Forget a hug, when was the last time someone had touched him that wasn't just a punch? Maybe when they had given him a healing potion after the gerblins? No one even mentioned that being a lich would make you touch-starved.

But he still got touch. Not a lot, but more than Lup had in the umbrastaff, alone for ten whole years-

"I missed you so much," Barry whispered. Lup turned in midair, looking down on him. She floated a bit closer, pressing a hand to his face. It didn't feel like anything. Barry's heart hurt a little bit in his chest.

"I missed you too," Lup said. "Every day."

"I never stopped looking for you," Barry said, feeling a growing lump in his throat. He tried to swallow, but it stayed. "Never."

"I know," Lup said. "I'm... I'm so sorry, babe, I-" she sighed and her form seemed to deflate with it. "I'm here now, okay? I know you were trying. You can rest now. I'm here."

"I love you," Barry said and Lup's form crackled, just a little bit. She brought her hood down to his face and Barry wished so badly that he could hold her for real, that he could kiss her again-

"I love you too, babe," she said. "Sleep."

"You'll be here in the morning?" Barry asked and Lup was nodding before he even got the whole question out.

"I'm never leaving you again," Lup said. "I promise." She swiped a ghostly finger over his cheek and Barry realized he was crying. He wiped it away himself. Again, she said, "I love you."

"I love you too," Barry said and closed his eyes again.

[ultrasopp]

lup in this cool outfit!

[ID: illustration of lup, a slim elven woman with brown skin and light wavy hair. she’s smiling with her eyes closed and wearing a flowing red cape over a body suit and tall boots. she’s holding her umbrella with lights up a bright blue light over her.

second image is a screenshot of a reply from @toooceanblue saying “maybe Lup wearing some comfy or cool clothes?”]

[umbraastaff]

#I wrote a fic on this premise XD

@toooceanblue gimme

oh blupjeans could hack this so bad with stolen century + lichdom + merle highchurch

[comradelup]

May I request number 36 from the fluff prompt list with blupjeans?

“Hello… Barry, was it?”

He jumps, and turns quickly to face the… face, of the voice. “Hi, Lup.”

Lup smiles, wicked and gleeful. “Oh look at that, he remembers me.” Her smile is punctuated with two razor sharp canines, and her eyes are blood red.

“How could I forget?” he asks, hoping she can’t tell how nervous he is. But judging by his sweaty palms and rapidly beating heart, it’s probably obvious. He didn’t expect to see her back… ever.

Lup doesn’t move from her position, which is in the skylight of Barry’s room. She sits with legs crossed at the ankle on one end, and her hand on the other hand props her up as she leans to look down at him. At his desk, Barry feels like a specimen under a microscope being inspected by a particularly attractive vampiric scientist.

Lup doesn’t speak either, preferring to run a sharp nail through her curly brown hair. Barry questions that for about half a second before he remembers his manners. “Uh, come in. Please.”

She smiles again, swinging her legs over the edge. “Thanks for the invite.” In a flash, she jumps and manages to avoid Barry, landing in a crouch on the floor next to him.

She stands to her full height, taller than Barry, and peers around his room. It’s plain and a bit messy, but she looks intrigued all the same. “Nice place you got here.”

“Um, thanks,” Barry says. He stands as well, unsure of what else to do. A real life vampire is walking around his bedroom, heels clicking against the floor and black silk dress trailing after her steps.

She suddenly cocks her head to face him and he keeps himself from jumping. Barely. She says, “I’ll be honest, I didn’t come to borrow a cup of sugar.”

“Then, uh, why are you here? Uh, not that, you know, I don’t appreciate it,” Barry says. He definitely doesn’t want to accidentally offend a woman that can drain him like a capri-sun.

“We can pretend you aren’t scared of me, that’s fine,” she says, “I’ll just… ignore your heartbeat, I guess.

“I’m here for a… request. Do you remember what I said to you the night we met?”

“That you, um… that you haven’t been on a first date in a while?”

She grins, sly and slinking around him like a cat. “No, the part about how hard it is to get a bite to eat. Or… drink, should I say. Blood banks are harder to break into than you’d think.”

He doesn’t move as she circles him, but he doesn’t take his eyes off her. “I remember that.”

“And do you remember what happened next?”

“I, um, I offered some of my, uh, blood.”

She rounds behind him and stops just in his view. She grins, “That you did.”

Barry resists the urge to scratch at the bandaid on his neck. “Is that why you’re back? For more?”

“If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, yes,” Lup says, and she looks less catlike in this moment. Less gothic grandeur, more like a person.

She continues, smile softer. “I’ve been trying to find a regular source of income, so to speak. And I’ve thought about finding other people, people who are more used to this.” She gestures to herself. “But… I couldn’t get you out of my mind. Your blood is just…” She does a chef’s kiss.

Barry’s mouth goes dry. “Oh?” is all he manages to say, because what the fuck do you say to a hot vampire lady who says she’s been thinking about you nonstop?

“Oh,” Lup says, nodding sagely. “So… are you cool with that?” she asks, stepping closer to him.

“With feeding you?” he asks. She nods again. “Uh. Sure? How bad can it be, right?”

She smiles, and it’s the most sincere one all night. “Thank you. And I promise, I’ll keep this between us so you don’t get hurt. I won’t even tell my brother.”

“You have a brother?” he asks, because that is what his brain has chosen to latch onto in this conversation.

She nods, but she also places her hands on his shoulders. “You busy right now?”

He shakes his head. She smiles and drags a nail down his neck to his collar, pulling it away from his neck. “This okay?”

Barry thinks it’s very sweet that she’s being so considerate, but he has more pressing issues, so he doesn’t comment. Pressing issues like the woman asking to suck blood out of his neck. He nods, but she doesn’t move. In fact, she backs up and lets go of his shirt.

“Try and calm down. It’ll be easier if you’re not so stressed.” Her hands move down his shoulders to his arms. “Here,” she says, and she puts her hands over his and guides them to her hips. “You can push me away if you get uncomfortable. I don’t wanna do this if you’re not down for it.”

Barry swallows, hands rigid and frozen. “Um. Okay.”

“Deep breaths,” she instructs, pulling his collar away and leaning into his neck.

He takes a few deep breaths, trying to focus on that rather than everything else. Luckily he doesn’t even feel her teeth puncture skin until he feels a venom running through his veins, forcibly relaxing him and calming him down with much more success than breathing exercises.

His hands on her hips relax and her hands on his shoulders turn into arms draped around his neck in a sort of embrace. One hand finds his hair and her nails light scratch at his scalp. They’re pressed against each other, and he can pretend they’re almost waltzing now. With the way his body wants to lose balance, they might as well be.

She pulls her fangs out and starts to suck at the wounds. Barry barely feels it, eyes slipping closed. He could fall asleep right now. He doesn’t know how much time has passed before she’s pulling away.

“Thanks,” she says with a smile, and her canines are twice as long as they were before. Her lips are stained and red, and it takes Barry a second to conclude that it’s his blood.

“Uh, no prob…lem,” he says, swaying more now that she isn’t hugging him.

Lup’s hands move to hold his elbows, keeping him upright. “I think the venom might’ve been a bit much. Sorry, babe.”

“‘S no big deal,” he says. Now that it’s over he’s suddenly more aware of what’s happening. He braces himself with a hand on the desk, his other still on her hip.

“I think it is, here.” She takes his hands in hers and helps him to sit on his bed.

“You should get some sleep,” she says, already pulling his glasses off for him and leaving them on his nightstand.

He lets himself fall back and as soon as his head hits the pillow he’s suddenly very, very tired. Lup silently helps him under the covers, and sits next to him on his bed.

“I’ll come by sometime tomorrow and get your number. That way I won’t have to follow you home again.”

“Okay,” Barry mumbles. He feels like that information should be concerning, but he’s too tired to care right now. It’s future Barry’s problem.

“Thanks again for this,” Lup says, sounding much more real than her grand persona from earlier. But Barry can’t appreciate it too much, as he’s already falling asleep.

Just as he’s losing consciousness he feels a kiss on his forehead, but it might have been a dream.

[daughterofsarenrae]

🥤🥤🥤🥤🥤 no idea what these emojis show up as to you but to me they are soft drink to-go cups. They have Dr. Pepper in them please get well soon.

oh my gosh i didnt see these until now. thank you so so much for the dr pepper u r my hero

[islndgurl777]

Stone by Stone

Fandom/Pairing: RNM, Michael/Alex

Length: ~1800

Tags: Free Verse, Second person POV, Season 1, Canon compliant

Notes: Thank you @saadiestuff for your episode guide and transcripts, they were invaluable. Title from Would You Come Home. Sorry (not sorry) to @toooceanblue, you made one (1) comment expressing passing interest in my obsession and then I had to write you 2000 words about it.

On AO3 here.

You’re seventeen.

You want to make music

And hang out with your friends

And kiss a boy

(But you can’t because your father might kill you.

You don’t know how he knew you were gay

Before you did

But you’ve always known

One wrong move and he’d kill you for who you are.)

You see the smartest boy in school

Sitting in the back of his truck

Playing a guitar

Playing your guitar

Your heart pounds as you confront him,

There’s just something about him…

You see he’s living in his truck.

“There's this toolshed out behind my house,” you say.

“It's warm and I go there when things get bad.”

You’re relieved when he starts sneaking in

Sleeping in your safe place

It’s cold at night.

He pulls you in and you can’t explain it.

You bring him your guitar,

Just doing a nice thing for a friend.

“When I play, my entropy changes.

Everything goes quiet,” he explains.

You feel exactly the same

When you look into his eyes.

He comes to see you at work.

“Can we talk somewhere private?”

He’s nervous, he fidgets. 

You sigh and lead him back into the museum.

You think you know where this is going

But then he kisses you and…

You’d stay in Roswell, if only he kept kissing you.

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Yeah, but not with…”

“A guy?”

You both laugh, giddy. It feels like love.

“Yeah. And not with someone I’ve liked

As much as I like you.”

Your first time together is perfect.

Your father walks in as you’re getting dressed.

Dread fills you.

Screaming.

Choking.

A hammer.

Your love will never play guitar again.

Everything changes and it’s your fault.

(It’s your father’s fault, but

You should have known better.

You should have known you weren’t safe.)

Your love starts getting arrested

And bails on his scholarship.

He’s locked up the day you leave.

/

You go to war for ten years

And lose more than just your leg.

/

You’re back in Roswell

Back under your father’s thumb

But you’re just waiting

Watching

Wishing to find something to use against him

And you come across…your love.

“Your father must be proud,” he says

And you’ve learned not to flinch when you’re hit.

Because your instinct is to hit back

“You are wasting your life,” you say.

And you hit again:

“Does the macho cowboy swagger thing

Ever get old with you?”

And he hits back:

“Did it get old for you?”

(Your heart screams out because

No, it never did.)

Tempers cool, he finds you again.

You tell him you thought he’d be long gone

By the time you returned.

(You don’t tell him it’s what you’d hoped for him.)

“Is that what you want?” he asks.

“We're not kids anymore. What I want doesn't matter.”

Yet you’re drawn together again, like something…

/

You try to ignore him when you see him at your friend’s bar

(“It cannot happen again,” you told him

Even as you tried to trap your brain’s logic behind gritted teeth.

His whole face shut down and you tried not to feel sick.

“What happened? I was pretty wasted,” he lied.)

Still, she reads you better than anyone.

She can’t weasel the story out of you,

She never can, even all these years later,

But she does remind you that

Home doesn’t have to mean

A white picket fence and a family.

Home can be a person.

When you were seventeen,

You thought he could be that person.

Maybe

Maybe he still could.

You let your heart’s words fly freely this time,

And tell him he makes you feel young

When he looks at you like that

Like you felt before war and your father tore you apart.

But that every time he looks away,

It almost kills you

Every time.

“I never look away,” he tells you. “Not really.”

And you’re pulled into him again like something…

/

You panic when his sister almost finds you

Which is stupid, you know,

You’re twenty-eight, you’re an adult;

Who cares if you’re found

In another man’s bed?

You remember the feel of his mangled hand

As it skimmed across your skin last night

You know why you care if you’re found

In this man’s bed,

And you know why it really shouldn’t matter.

That doesn’t stop your panic from hurting him as he leaves.

You fucked up with that, you know it,

So you find him later at the drive-in,

Buy him a drink in an offer of peace.

Your eyes plead with him that you want to make this work.

He takes the drink and sits with you.

You’re on a date with your love in public.

Your father arrives and gets into your head

Just like he always does

And he ruins it.

(But if you’re being honest with yourself,

It’s just like your love said right before he drove away:

You were looking for an excuse, weren’t you?)

/

Now that you’re done,

There’s nothing to hold you back,

No one to worry over or protect.

You’ve waited your life to find leverage over your father

And now you’re free

To do what it takes to end him.

And you do.

You find government conspiracies

And alien artifacts

And illegal operations.

In your father’s conspiracies you find your love

And he tells you your love was using you.

You shake your head in disbelief

Because even after everything

You feel in your heart it’s not true.

“These aliens are monsters,” says your father

And speaks about “incident after incident of

unprovoked violence.”

And that’s when you see red,

Remembering a hammer, wielded by your father,

And your love’s maimed hand.

“I’m going to destroy the thing you love most,” you tell your father,

Rage cooled to ice,

Because he did the same to you.

/

The next time you see your love

You don’t see an alien

You see a world of hurt

Only some of which

Was caused by you.

“Is this really how it ends?” he asks

And his hurt is a barbed wire whip

As he reduces ten years to just sex.

Raw and bleeding

Your reaction is still

To return the pain.

“Sometimes

the world ends with a whimper.”

If you’d said anything else

Maybe things would have turned out different.

Maybe he wouldn’t have--

By the time you see him again

He’s slept with your best friend.

You start to walk away,

Every cell in your body urging you to run

Protect yourself.

But.

“I'm tired of walking away.

I'm tired of not saying

What I want to say.”

The words won’t

Can’t

Be held back any longer.

“I loved you.

And I think that you loved me.

For a long time.”

You barely wait for his quiet agreement 

Before the confusion you’ve wrestled with

For months

For years

Bursts forth.

“But we didn't even know each other that well,

Did we?

We just connected like something…”

“Cosmic,”

He finishes your thought and

Oh.

Oh.

You look into his eyes and

You finally see it too.

“I want to talk,” you tell him.

“I want to start over

I want to be your friend.

I want to know who you are,”

I want everything,

You manage to bite back

Though your heart is screaming it.

You see clarity in his eyes

Understanding

But you worry he still doesn’t get it 

So when he asks,

“Do you want to know who I am, 

Or do you want to know what I am?”

Your only answer is,

“Yes.”

/

He’s telling you things

About his childhood

About his family

You’re having the most

Honest conversation you’ve ever had

It both fills your heart

(“Why are you showing me this?”

“If anyone’s gonna destroy me,

Might as well be you.”)

And breaks it.

(“If I can find the rest,

I can attach it to a vehicle.”

“You’re trying to leave.

The planet.”)

He’s trying to leave.

You.

And that’s it,

You need a moment away

You need the time to breathe

Breathe through the thought

That cosmic or not,

You may not ever be meant 

To keep things

From another world.

So you leave him.

Again.

You forget for a minute 

Who he spent last night with

And you go to the bar

Because who else do you run to

When you’re hurt

But your best friend?

You try not to let her know

Who’s the source of your trouble

But she reads your heart

Better than anyone

And you feel your friendship

Shift.

You can’t blame her

She didn’t know.

(You didn’t want her to know.)

And you can’t blame him

For loving her.

(She’s special to you too.)

/

You don’t think about it.

There are other worries.

You focus on your family

Their history fighting his

You learn of a site

Outside of town.

Your bring your love

To learn what he can

And standing outside

He feels their pain.

He hears their screams.

You feel a sense of dread.

Your brother’s there

Always obeys your father’s commands.

Hurting innocents

Creating weapons

You’re here to make it stop

End a legacy of pain.

Your love finds his people

Locked in cages 

Abused for years.

He finds one he knows

Sees her face

Remembers her smile.

He does the only thing he can

Lights flash.

Alarms blare.

Building implosion impending.

“Nothing gets out alive!” you scream

Minutes left to destruction.

“They’re my family!” he replies

He won’t leave them again.

Your chest fills with panic

Your eyes with tears

You don’t know what this will mean

But you can’t hold back,

“And you’re mine!”

He shakes his head

A vicious snarl on his face

When he tells you to leave

Says he doesn’t love you.

You call him a liar

And plant your feet.

You can’t leave him again

You won’t.

He turns to the woman

Confined in a cage of glass.

They touch hands through the wall

A message passed

Mother to son.

You wish there were time,

But sirens cut through

Their precious moments.

He turns back and tells you

She wants him to go.

You both look at her

One more time

Before you push him toward the door.

You’re grateful to her

For helping you save his life

Moments before she loses hers.

/

You want to talk to him

About everything 

Anything

Apologize and beg forgiveness

For your family’s part

In every pain

That’s been brought upon him.

You wait for him to come home

Hoping for the time to speak.

But he’s manic, covered in blood,

Something’s happening that he won’t explain,

But he promises you’ll talk tomorrow,

So for tomorrow

You can wait.

[figofswords]

Obviously no pressure if you'd rather not but I would literally LOVE to see a picture of sharpie sleeve tattoo if its still there and you wanted to share :3c

here’s the pic of it I got last night before I showered plus a pic of the dragon face which I just went ahead and drew over again but I didn’t do the scales bc that would take a while and I am supposed to be doing homework

[herbgerblin]

Ooohhh happy birthday!!!

Thank you :V!!!

[desiree-harding-fic]

OP literally tears my heart out with her writing but go off I guess

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