#wish i was a jelly fish

[hdawg1995]

i hate having thoughts and emotions, i just want to function without over thinking and over analyzing tiny little things.

[athena-xox]

Omg I’ve been referring to gingers fish as gummy instead of jelly… I’m pretty sure it’s because before ginger names it, mel refers to it as a gummy and so my brain which has only ever actually read all the books one time and every other time I only read like three words in each paragraph and just use the context from already having read to speed read completely missed that that was not it’s name

[scare-ard--sleigh]

Each of [redacted]'s formalwear dress selections is alluring while at the same time quite modest. Beautiful without being too overwhelming. Confidence is the keyword to use here.

no one talks like this. not a single person on planet earth besides maybe h*nnibal talks like this and that man regularly drives from Baltimore to VA so his opinion doesn't even count. no one talks like this !!!!! why are you talking like this lmao ??????

[moonydustx]

Could you write a short fic on the reader spoiling law. Like they just wake up next to him and decide that it’s Law day 💗💗 pleaseee and thank you😭🫶

Hi hi dear anonymous! It took me a while to respond, I know, but time has been flying here. I loved your idea, I don't think Law would know how to deal with being pampered, but he would love the feeling. Like “do I really deserve this?” Maybe it ended up being longer than expected. Well, I tried my best, I really hope you like it!

Feeling loved

Trafalgar Law X F!Reader Warnings: Just a cute, adorable couple, Law being spoiled all day. F!Reader is the cook of the bunch. Summary: The tranquility on Law's face as he slept was your favorite sight. You wished, at least one day in this pirate life that you led, that he could have that expression on his face all day.

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Locks of dark hair tickled your skin, while the perfume that naturally emanated from Law invaded your sense of smell. You didn't know how you managed to sleep like that, legs tangled together, his arm keeping you pressed against his body, your face buried in the back of his head. For anyone looking from the outside, it would be difficult to know where one began and the other ended, but it was your favorite place in the whole world.

You stood up a little, gently trying to untangle yourself from your boyfriend. Despite his grumbling and Law trying to pull you back to bed a few times, you managed to sit down delicately. He was still sleeping - and even a light snore came from his lips. Even with his mouth half-open and his arms in disarray, Law seemed serene, immersed in a tranquility that was not common in the days of Polar Tang, much less for the submarine captain.

He deserved a whole life with this tranquility, but you knew that the life they led prevented that. At least today you would try your best to do that for him.

Taking slow steps knowing that any louder noise would wake him up, you walked out towards the kitchen. It was still early for the others to be up and even so, you knew it wouldn't take long to gain the company of the person you most wanted to spoil that day. By hurrying and avoiding dropping pans in the process, you started to design the first step towards the perfect day. Setting aside a large tray, it didn't take long for it to be filled with small portions of Law's favorite foods: onigiri, omelettes, coffee, and even some sweet jelly. Already moving forward with the lunch menu, you left his favorite fish ready to be grilled later.

Trying to balance the tray in your hands and fearing that you would be late, you used as much speed as you could until you reached the room, taking advantage of the fact that you bumped into Ikkaku to inform her of the short absence that you and the captain would have in the morning. When you open the bedroom door, you find Law already standing, looking for a t-shirt to wear.

"Good morning Captain." you practically hummed, closing the door behind you.

"Good morning my love." He passed the collar of his t-shirt over his face, finally being able to see you. "Wow, what's all this?"

"Just a treat." you walked closer and your hand gently guided him back to bed. "Although someone decided to wake up before I arrived."

"You don't have to worry about that, I can continue here." he adjusted himself on the pillows, a mischievous smile appeared on his lips. "As long as you stay too."

"You're in charge, captain."

Adjusting yourself on the bed, you sat next to him and let the tray remain divided between your legs and his. Your lips quickly found his cheeks and when he turned to return the gesture, you took a piece of the rice ball to him, which he readily accepted with a hum.

"What did I do to deserve this?"

"I believe my captain deserves special treatment every now and then." You shrugged and he returned the gesture by putting a piece of food in your mouth. "Hey, this food is for you!"

"And that's exactly why we're going to split."

Part of the morning passed like this, the two of you entangled again, this time lost between stolen kisses and pieces of the banquet given to each other, as if completing each gesture. Placing the tray aside, Law snuggled you against his body, wasting a good few minutes there, stealing the taste of your lip, letting his hands spread across your skin. There was no malice in the contact, it was just as if your skin were a magnet that was difficult to resist. It didn't take long for you to end up the same way you had woken up, but this time it was Law who was stuck in the back of your neck.

"Babe…" he called, the  low and almost hoarse voice sent goose bumps across your skin. "We need to get out of bed."

"Not today."

"Not today?" he repeated, in a provocative tone. "It's an irresistible proposition."

"Then don't resist." you gently pulled his face away, placing a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose. "I promise it will be worth it."

"I know it will, but unfortunately I have some things to sort out."

"What do you think about a shower first?" you proposed and saw his face light up. You knew your boyfriend well and knew what he was about to suggest. "No, not that kind of shower. Let's go."

You pulled him out of bed and even though he mumbled that he would rather turn the shower into something else, you asked him to leave that idea for later. Preferably when the entire sub was quieter and couldn't disturb them. Law entered the bathtub first and you had to contain the light laugh that insisted on leaving your lips when you caught his eyes following your movements. Law didn't hide when he saw your clothes hit the ground, not even when you approached him. He adjusted himself in the tub, ready to make room for you to fit in front of him and was surprised to see you swing your legs behind him and sit behind his body.

"What are you doing?" he turned his face over his shoulder, smiling when he felt your lips kiss his back.

"Just let me take care of you." your nails slid down Law's back lightly, you knew every part of his body and knew the shivers that gave him.

That gesture was the most mischievous thing about your little shower. Your hands preferred to be busy massaging his tense shoulders and even though you had much less strength than the man, you could almost hear him purring when you squeezed harder. The moan of satisfaction escaped his lips as he practically melted into your hands as he felt your fingers massage through the dark strands of his hair, washing the short locks.

The shower took longer than usual, just because you couldn't detach your body from him. Your hands were already wrinkled from contact with the water when you left the bathtub behind. Seeing Law finish getting dressed, you knew there was no way to stop him from working that day, at least you had managed to hijack part of his morning.

"Did you know you make it even harder for me to leave this room?" he grumbled when he saw you pout. "That's a low blow, you look really cute like that."

"Polar Tang won't sink if it's away from your supervision for a day." you retorted and found him irreducible. The only way out at the moment was to accept. You stood on your toes and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "Until later."

"See you later…" he walked to the door and turned around before leaving. "My door will be open if you want to visit."

"You're getting spoiled Trafalgar."

"Blame my girlfriend." he replied, leaving you alone with your laughter.

Returning to the kitchen, you took advantage of the presence of the others to make small talk, thinking about what would be your next move for Law's perfect day. Preparing lunch, you remembered the small gift you had bought for his birthday and with date is still far away, you could find a replacement and take advantage of today to surprise him.

"Guys, what did the captain do to her?" Penguin commented when he saw you again arranging a tray with some salads, grilled fish and a glass of juice. You knew that having missed part of the morning, Law was unlikely to stop work for lunch and this was the perfect opportunity to meet him again.

"I know. They definitely had a quickie early on." Shachi patted your back and you raised the knife that was arranging the food toward him. "Ouch, I'm kidding."

"Tell us, what was the tea?" Ikkaku said in a suggestive tone.

"I'm going to pretend I don't hear any of you three." you replied, adjusting the tray.

"But what's happening today with the captain, I barely saw him." Bepo butted in.

"You four."

Hearing your friends' complaints, you went to the room where Law was. All it took was a few knocks on the door and you heard a "come in" coming from inside. The smile that crossed Law's lips was reward enough for the day's efforts. Instead of standing up, Law gave you space to sit on his lap, wrapping his hands around your waist.

"This dish is so beautiful, send my thanks to the kitchen." He placed a few kisses on your shoulder. "I don't think I've ever eaten as well as I did today."

"That offends this crew's cook." he laughed, stealing a piece of fish from the plate. "After you eat, I left a surprise on your bed."

"Does this involve dessert?" his voice dropped a few decibels, making you laugh. You didn't know that your boyfriend - when relaxed - could be a potential pervert.

"No, that's only later." you moved your hips against his body, just to tease him. "Now I'm the one who needs to get back to work." You placed a quick kiss on him and left him alone.

Before returning to your tasks - which had been piling up since the morning - you went to his room to take the gift out of hiding. A rare and limited edition Sora collectible sticker album, along with most of the stickers. You had spent a good part of your monetary reserve on that, but it would be worth it.

The afternoon passed quickly as you finished all your pending tasks, it wasn't because you maintained a relationship with the captain that he and the other crew members would take it easy on you, this included fulfilling your responsibilities. When you returned to Law's little hideout - aka his room - you wished you'd had the chance to frame the scene that was playing out. Law was sitting on the floor, the album open and several stickers spread out along with some action-figures. He seemed to compare one of the ninjas whose names you couldn't remember with one of the shiny stickers.

"Looks like someone liked the gift." Your voice broke him out of his trance and before you continued, Law stood up and took your feet off the ground by hugging you tightly.

"This is the best gift I've ever gotten. Where did you get all this?" He pulled you onto the bed. "That one is super rare, I remember when me, Shachi and Penguin saw it the first time and tried to steal it from the boy…" he realized through your laughter that he had let his nerdy side escape. "You are incredible."

"Don't overdo it my babe."

"Today I felt so good." he pulled you so that your legs circled his waist, his hands automatically attaching themselves to your waist. "You make me feel so comfortable. I-I felt… You know what, never mind." He pushed the thoughts away with a smile on his lips and you noticed for the first time that that gesture was almost uncontrollable at the moment. Genuine happiness crossed Law's face.

"My beautiful boy, you know you can tell me."

"I felt loved." he confessed, warning you against his arms and stealing a quick kiss from you. "I feel loved every day by your side, but today was worth even for the bad days."

"I hope more days of your life are like this." You said, stroking the small hairs that littered his face.

"Of our lives."

"You'll end up spoiled." a small scream escaped your lips as he turned you over on the bed.

"Spoiled by you? Doesn't seem like a bad thing to me." he fit between your legs and you could feel him press down on you. "And if I remember correctly, I still have something more to gain."

[luigixfanxayjay]

@jelly-fish-wishes

Heard this corrupted video game music, and immediately thought of this. Had planned on adding Luigi, but changed my mind because I couldn't tell what instrument he was playing lol

Don't worry, King's just tired... 😅 (and most definitely not dead)

[pinksugarscrub]

Sun and Moon

Sea Witch! Hobie x mermaid! reader

Inspired by 🪦 anon after a discussion on @the-kr8tor 's blog. Thank you!

Part(s): Prologue/Chapter one, ???

Word count: 2,232

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Bottles and vials clink together. It’s a sound you’ve come to love as you scribble in your notebook. Pearls coated in luminescent algae overhead so you can see your work. Held together by strings of silk or seaweed.

You sneak a glance at him. Watching as he mixes together a new concoction before quickly looking down and pretending to write when in all reality there’s an out of place squiggle on the page. You wait a few minutes before bringing your attention back to the man you love. A fishing net around his waist (a new addition) that holds together his black robe. Neck littered with random trinkets, shells, and pearls.

Sighing softly you rest your chin in your palm. The sketch of him long forgotten as you admire the real thing. This time you don’t shy away when he looks over his shoulder.

Hobie laughs softly, “caught you…” His eyes sparkling as he sets down his tools. Swimming over to your side he towers over you (quite easily I might add) as he reaches down. Gently, he rubs his thumb over your jaw. “What are you thinking about guppy? Me?”

Bubbles leave your lips as you laugh. Playfully pushing his hand away but it’s soon replaced by his own lips as he leans down. Peppering kisses to every inch of skin he can reach.

“Yes and-” You laugh louder as he changes to blowing raspberries against your neck. “-no! And if you don’t stop I won’t tell you anything!”

Hobie, of course, ignores this and wraps his tentacles around your waist. Bringing you closer until you’re effectively trapped. The only portion of you left uncovered are your fins. Flailing weakly against the water.

“I could just force it out of you my love,” he grins. The pearls in his hair shining under the dim light that managed to squeeze through a crack in the cave. You’ll never get tired of the way his eyes glow, even under the sunlight. Like gold rings of fire that you’ve seen on the mainland.

“You could,” you muse,“but are you going to?”

He stares.

You stare right back.

Then he clicks his tongue and loosens his grip but only enough to allow you to shift around to lay against him. The telltale sign being his hand placed over your naval.

You follow his motions without protest and eventually you both settle into the comfort of your bed full of kelp and sea sponge. His chin resting atop your head as he wraps his arms around your waist. Immediately tracing the outline of gold in your scales ever so gently.

“Alright, on with it. What did I do this time?”

Hobie relishes in your laugh. If he could, he would bottle up the sound and keep it tucked away for the days you’re away. He wishes he could finally convince you to stay but he wouldn’t think of ever getting in the way of your dream. For now, the daily visits would suffice.

“I was just thinking…about the day we met.”

“The day we met?” He repeats. Chuckling as he moves to bury his nose into the crook of your neck. “What about it lovie? Are you missing the days where my hair was longer?”

Your eyes glaze over the scar on your tail. The scales surrounding it are a bit discolored but iridescent nonetheless.

You reach for his hands wanting to seek the same feeling you felt all those months ago. Tending to you. Even the rings on his fingers are the same except for one on his left hand. The peridot matching the one around your neck. He glady intertwines your fingers.

“You did look quite rugged,” you tease.

His chest rumbles beneath your back. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

You inhale sharply.“Anyway-”

“No, no, we’re coming back to that.”

You shush him while petting one of his tentacles and he practically melts into jelly. Accepting defeat he moves another tentacle to caress your fin. You chuckle at the gesture. He might as well be a sea urchin.

“I was just wondering, what would have happened if you hadn’t found me.”

He pauses, taking his hand and lifting your chin so he can look into your eyes. “Why are you thinking about that?” You can practically feel him frowning. “Are you-”

“No,” you answer quickly. Smiling softly to reassure him. “I’m not. I feel safe with you.”

Hobie scans your face for any sign of a lie. Knowing how stubborn you can be when admitting to having nightmares again.

“I mean it love,” you laugh. Shaking your head as you poked his nose. “Don’t look so distressed. I’m referring to how much you’ve changed my life.”

He quirks a brow and you can’t help but laugh harder. Seems you have some convincing to do.

It’s not easy recalling some memories from the past but you can’t have light, without the darkness. Much like Hobie can’t be without his sun and you, can’t be without your moon.

Chapter one - Lost

Scavengers were the absolute bane of your existence. For weeks, weeks, you’ve been sourcing red seaweed. Rare red seaweed. Because greed and pollution seem to infect every corner of the sea now. It’s specifically ordered to be used as parchment for royal records and as the kingdom’s archivist it’s your duty to provide. You would lose your job in an instant if someone, anyone, found you unfit to continue guarding documents that are as old as the man who calls himself your superior.

You can’t lose the one chance you have to advance into a position you actually enjoy. So if it takes you another decade of stocking scrolls and collecting algae, so be it! But you can’t do that if you don’t figure out some way to get the remaining seaweed.

There isn’t much you can do except probe the regular patrons of the library for any leads. They seem to pity you with how their eyes follow you as you sift through maps that you already know like the back of your hand. You’re hoping a new path will magically appear on the page when you blink.

It’s hours before you finally stop and rest. You don’t think you’ve swam this much in months.

“A witch?” A voice whispers.

You sit up straighter on the bed of sponge you’re sitting on. Leaning over to see past the spiral staircase of stone. There’s a woman— scratch that—two women along with a small girl. The young mermaid sucking on her thumb as her eyes traced over the coral chandelier.

Witches weren’t…unheard of but it’s not like you believed in such stories. They were just tactics used to scare children into eating their clams and keeping them away from deeper water.

The stories claim witches have golden irises that can turn you into seafoam with just one glance. A voice so enchanting that they use it to lure sailors just as much as they would merfolk. The only positive thing you’ve heard over the years is their ability to heal but even that came at a price.

You sit back into your original position. Making bubble rings and watching them make their way to the surface.

The women are talking in hushed tones that you deem unnecessary with how vacant the library is. You close your eyes as you continue to listen in. Gossip is normally beneath you but you need a laugh after how long a day you had. Honestly, you’re only taking bits and pieces of information until you hear one word, apothecary. And it’s like it all clicks into place.

“An apothecary!” You laugh before promptly slapping your hand over your mouth.

How could you be so stupid? An apothecary! There were several of them strewn about. Most abandoned as the men and women who practiced lived inside the kingdom now. In the past however, they always grew their own stock to avoid having to pay merchants or hire a forager. If you can find just one, that should be enough to satisfy the king’s order. What’s even better is it’s entirely possible you’ll be able to regrow what was stolen. It’s the best solution you could have asked for.

By some miracle your ‘aha’ moment isn’t heard. Neither is the flick of your fins as you sneak past the trio. You really don’t want to try to justify your eavesdropping and you’re sure they don’t want to discuss the existence of something only known to be in folklore with a very skeptical scholar.

The water rushing by your ears blocks out the rest of their conversation. Only the statues bear witness about the abandoned apothecary the witch inhabits.

-

That night you gather a sickle, a ration pack, and a bag with plenty of room to stuff bundles of seaweed into. A map tucked into the outside pocket.

There were six apothecaries in total, all surrounding the castle at varying distances. There’s a chance the ones closest have already been raided so you decide to venture further out towards the ones in the south. You’re both excited and terrified to be venturing out on your own but maybe this will prove you are capable.

When the sun rises, you’re already out the door. Compass in hand as you swim around the castle gates.

You are in complete awe at everything you see. Tall stalks of coral the size of ships and fish so bright you have to stop and admire them. You try not to get too distracted but with the number of things you see you lose your way. Heading East, toward the dark sea.

After what feels like hours you arrive at the mouth of a cavern. So large it almost seems to come to life as the shadow cast from the sun moves low. Fish swimming in and out like it was sucking and spitting them out.

Flipping open the map you stare at pathways. Tilting your head to try to make sense of the markings. There is an obvious seal at the edge of the cave but the image is practically scratched off so you can’t identify it. Your compass, as it turns out, is left unusable as it spins in every direction. Obviously, this isn’t good news but did you really risk all of this just to return home empty handed?

You swallow thickly as you stare down into the cave. It can’t be…too far. Can it?

Circling the entrance you gnaw on your thumb. Turning away to face the already rising moon. You weren’t expecting to stay out all day but you have enough supplies to tide you over for the night. You’re not completely inexperienced.

A deep rumble echoes through the water and you pause. Eyes darting to the cave again and darkness stares right back but it dawns on you as you feel the current shift that it wasn’t coming from inside.

This was wrong. You shouldn’t be here.

The fish dart away to any available crevice along with the vibrant anemone that sink back into themselves. Another hum reaches your ears but you can’t bring yourself to look behind you.

Shaking you count to ten then twenty before a shadow is cast overhead. The sea is silent. Nothing moves, nothing breathes except…

A leviathan.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

You choke back a sob. It reeks of death. Jaws stained with blood, fresh blood as it dissipates into the sea.

Stories filter through your mind at a mile a minute. You were told about great adventurers. Of their bravery and cunning against giants like the leviathan but you feel neither brave or prepared.

For the first time you hear your heartbeat. You weren’t even aware that, that was possible. Maybe it was a form of mercy, feeling your lifeforce before it was stripped from you.

It’s waiting. You can see it. Its eyes have never left yours. Its pupils so dark it reminds you of the sky. Above the surface of what you call home.

You make the mistake of looking away and everything happens in an instant.

You scream and it bellows as it strikes. Hot rushes of pain erupt with every flick of its head as it tries to swallow you whole. Jagged rocks digging into your skin as your hands bleed from smashing against its teeth. Your fear only doubles as it takes you deeper into the cave you were so hesitant to even look at. You can’t see, just feel and hear the monster that’s in front of you.

You wish you hadn’t tried to fight back. You wish you were home. You wish it had killed you quicker.

You’re so disoriented that the flashes of light that spark into your vision you mistake for the sun. The heat of each bang doing nothing to aid the tears in your body.

The leviathan roars and with each smash of glass it shrinks back until eventually it flees. Thick tail hitting the walls of stone and breaking just the surface.

You hear sounds above the calamity, words that you can’t make out because you think it’s finally over. You can rest now.

Gentle hands run over your body as you lose consciousness. Holding onto you like you were as precious as a pearl. Rings of gold are the last thing you see.

[mommyhelgayanderelover]

You were kidnapped by a truck

Pairing: yandere! Optimus Prime x human reader

Space was squeezing you. It literally flattened you against the seats and made you gulp air noisily, like a beached fish. Until that moment, you didn't realize you were so afraid of confined spaces. No, not of them. It's who you're forced to be alone with.

Jesus... Why did you get in that damn truck? Why did you do something so stupid that not even a six-year-old would do? I wish you'd just been kidnapped by humans.

"My Spark," Optimus' voice came from everywhere and nowhere in particular, "please calm down. Breathe with me, on the count, okay? One - inhale..."

There was absorbent cotton in my ears. You could barely make out Prime's words. You wanted to go out into the open, but the doors were blocked.

"Breathe," you wheezed, "let me out... Let me..." you foolishly slammed your palm on the door, trying to fumble for the handle. But there was no handle. Optimus controlled every part of his body with ridiculous ease.

"We've been over this before. You try to run away without paying attention to the plugs twisting your arms," Optimus sounded moralizing. "It's okay. I'm right here with you. You don't have anything to worry about. Do you want me to put on some music?"

No, you didn't want to. Music would remind you that there was a whole world outside the cab of the damn truck. A normal world. With normal people. Normal cars. A world no longer available to you.

Somehow, in one universe, there were many races. Different, peculiar. But a separate alien race of cars, airplanes and other machinery?

A technophile's paradise. It's a technophile's paradise.

You never wanted to fuck a machine, but the machine wants to fuck you.

"I'm sick," a pitiful gurgle came out of somewhere in her throat. You couldn't even tell if you were saying it, "Optimus…?"

"I'm here, my Spark."

Here. Everywhere. Everywhere.

Optimus became literally everything to you. It surrounded you. You slept on it, sat on it, sat in it… It was hard to comprehend. Sometimes you'd forget, you'd sink into the seat and cry. And then you'd flinch. It was like you were crying into Prime's shoulder. That's how he saw it. The plugs stroked you then, soothing you. Prime's gentle voice promised you everything. Except freedom.

Optimus loved you, I think. He showed it in ways that an intelligent machine from another planet could.

For example, he fed you. What did he feed you? Fixing you with plugs, making you stop twitching; unclenching your jaw. You were afraid of pain, so at this stage you hardly resisted.

Then the plug with a peculiar nozzle slipped inside and pumped jelly-like slurry. At first you often choked, and Optimus didn't know how to feed people. Then each of them got the hang of it. You to swallow, and Optimus…

After the feeding session, it was oral sex. Prime didn't call it that, of course. It was pretty obvious to you. The truck's plugs were an erogenous zone, and Optimus liked your mouth a lot. That's why he fucked you in it every time he ate.

You almost learned how to give a throat blow job. You'd do better if you didn't throw up after every session.

And sometimes you did throw up. Not just throw up, but urinate. And you did a lot of other things that people do every day.

For you, even that routine was an extraordinary stage of humiliation.

No matter how much you talked about how people didn't do these things in front of others; no matter how much you begged to be forced to do it while indoors... Optimus wasn't listening. He was fine with everything.

And to his credit, there was a reason for that: the smells in the cabin didn't linger for long. The alien ventilation was working properly.

This was getting a little ridiculous. The rear seats slid apart to form a sort of toilet. You'd also lock yourself in and Optimus always made a mess of it. Reduced it to sex. And you could almost believe that he didn't really understand. That everything was normal to him.

To bring you to orgasm by pressing on your urethra and stimulating your clitoris to make you cum and relieve yourself? Every day! Several times a day.

It was humiliating, and you really didn't like to be humiliated. Optimus was forcing you to put up with something that was breaking you.

But after everything - everything! - Prime had real penetrative sex with you. And that was what he called "conniption."

How could a goddamn truck have a metal dick that extended over the same back seats...? You didn't know and didn't want to know, even though Optimus was actively educating Cybertronians about anatomy.

And that's where Optimus's fantasy played out to perfection. He'd put you on top of the connector with the stylus, he'd lay you sideways and the connector would slide in like a goddamn piston… To Optimus's credit, he really did care about you cumming on him. As he himself admitted, it was the liquid he liked best.

That's how you lived… How long? A month, two, three? Time passed too quickly, too slowly. When asked directly about the date, Prime was thoughtfully silent.

The only plus and outlet for you was music and... The view outside the window. Optimus traveled on Earth on public roads, and you enjoyed the freedom outside the tinted window.

"I love you," Optimus' voice made you wince. Your chest clenched in anticipation of another panic attack.

[cookierunauprompts]

What about something with the reader being a siren who ends up luring one of the Beasts in?

Requested Prompts #31 - 💓

It was yet another shitty day in this god forsaken tank, you missed your home in the ocean, hell, you missed your singing voice! If only that jerkwad noble hadn't captured you as some kind of 'fishing prize'. Doing literally anything would be better than being in this stupid tank! Your ear fins perk up in alert as you hear the echo of footsteps from outside your tank, two pairs to be specific. What was going on? Was that jerk trying to show you off again? You idly scratch at the magical collar on your neck, the one that restrained your beautiful song that would set you free from this hell. Of course, your mind then went to a territory that was a bit... darker. What if he was attempting to sell you? A horrifying thought, but not one that wasn't above him. Would you end up on some other rich jackasses plate? Or... would you get a fate considered worse than death? You're thoughts paused as you heard the jingling of bells. No noble would be foolish enough to wear bells, so then... Had the jerkwad gotten some new toy? You're thoughts were confirmed as you saw the jerkwad noble walk past with a blue-tinted jester in tow. The new cookie looked at bit tall, but not taller than the noble, and had fluffy white hair that had blue as an underlight. The Jester was decked out in blacks and blues and had little bells on his hat that resembled small berries. " And this," The noble begins, a smug smile on his face. " is my prized possession." You glared at the noble, yet also kept an eye on the jester who looked at you with something akin to bewilderment. " Is that a gem mermaid?" You heard the jester ask, calling your attention to him almost instantly. " Hah! I wish, this is actually just a siren." The nobleman grumbled, " Either way, Jester, you already know where your room is. And I've already told you the consequences for stealing and running away, so don't get any ideas." The noble then haughtily walked off, leaving you with the fresh meat inside this twisted mansion. You looked towards the Jester, who let out a groan. " Aaah... Man, I'm not really a fan of being owned." He complained, putting his arms behind his head and leaning back. " And I can guess you aren't really a fan of it either, huh?" Your brow perked up with curiosity, " No, not really." You decided to say, catching the jester off guard. " You can still talk?" He asked, surprised as he turned his head towards you. " Man, I thought that jerk would have had you completely silenced." " I... Think he's just a sadist, giving me my voice yet taking away the part of it I can use to escape..." You sigh, lazily swimming closer to the glass. " Let me guess, you lost a bet with mister jerk-face over there and now he has you as entertainment until he decides to kill you off." " Hm, I guess you could say that." The jester chirped, " But then again, I lost on purpose." " Why would you even do that?" You said after pausing to think for a moment. " You were forced to sign a contract, right? Like all the other jesters he had?" " Yep! The thing is, I didn't use my real name!" The jester hummed, stretching his back. Now that was odd, you knew that jerky mc-jerkface's contracts don't get sealed if the name is fake. So then... How? Unless this cookie was lying to you... " Impossible, he would have known and forced you to write your name." You stated, and apparently your statement was hilarious to the jester because he soon burst out laughing. " Well, the name did belong to me at some point, and it still worked so I guess it doesn't matter!" He chirped, bending over backwards to look you in the eyes. God, just how flexible was this guy? It was like he was made of jelly. " Anyways, what's your name? It must be lonely here, being trapped all by yourself." You don't even know how this cookie got you to open a conversation with him so easily, and yet, you were eager to find out more about this mysterious jester. Maybe he could aid in your escape somehow? hopefully? " ... It's Reader Cookie."

[taxonomicons]

More What We Do In The Shadows episodes that I wish existed [ Part 2 ]

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Breaking Bat

Colin Robinson desperately wants the ability to turn into a bat and creates a drug that will allow him to transform. After it’s success he finds himself commanding an army of energy vampire junkies. Laszlo goes undercover as an energy vampire to rescue him.

Turn of the Century

The vampires prepare to celebrate the new century without knowing it passed years ago. While Guillermo attempts to find 2000s decorations the vampires start turning humans left and right in celebration, conveniently skipping over their familiar.

No Bark All Bite

The gang visit the Staten Island Aquarium to rescue a fish they befriended on the immigration boat. What they fail to tell Guillermo is that their goldfish is a 500 pound hammerhead shark.

Colin, Robin, and Sons

Colin quits his job and tries to run his own family business. In doing so he must pretend to be every member of his fake family with wigs and costumes. Guillermo takes on the role of stage manager.

Hemogoblins

A gang of motorcycle vampires who call themselves the “HemoGoblins” attempt to recruit Nadja. She refuses until she realizes she knows their leader Esme from her village (and her first kiss).

Beating a Dead Horse

Sean invites the boys to bet on horse racing unaware of Nandor’s equestrian sensitivity. Nandor falls in love with a new steed, Peanut Butter Patricia, to fill the hole in his heart left by his dead battle horse.

Live, Laugh, Shove

When Nandor is jokingly pushed off a roof he launches a Sherlock style investigation with Guillermo as Watson. Laszlo is jealous that Nandor gets to be lead detective and launches his own investigation.

King of Hearts

The coveted Glass Coffin Disco is equivalent to vampire prom. When Nandor and Guillermo are nominated for Coffin Kings both try to convince the attendees they are not together. Nadja and Laszlo swap outfits. Repeatedly.

The Jelly Belly Factory

It’s Guillermo’s turn to pick an outing and he chooses the Jelly Bean Factory to try and get back at the vampires. The plan backfires when it’s revealed that jelly beans are the one human food a vampire can safely consume.

Alpha Alpha Alpha

Before Laszlo was in the gentlemen’s society he was a member of the first fraternity, Alpha Alpha Alpha. Nandor wants to join which gives Laszlo the ultimate power move, hazing.

[blatantlynotokay]

Being An @na Mom

I feel like having Anna has not changed me much as a mom. Many a therapist and mutuals have always been worried about how my @na affects my children.

Yes I keep snacks in the house (see photo) my children have their own access to the snacks and are able to get snacks at anytime with the day they wish to. Majority of the snacks are organic or relatively healthy such as chips, organic fruit bars, and organic applesauce pouches. As for their meals, I typically hand make all of their meals. Breakfast can look like pancakes and eggs or maybe turkey bacon and oatmeal. Lunch can be a homemade non-processed peanut butter and homemade jelly sandwich. And typically for dinner we have some sort of chicken and veggies or fish and veggies. Dinner is usually the only meal that I eat the food with, but I don’t think they’ve ever thought that was strange that mommy doesn’t eat exactly what they eat because they never really eat the same thing anyways. I know this can seem like a lot that I make three different dishes for every meal But I never really find it tedious and everything’s quite easy to make.

I tried to make sure that my children have a very healthy relationship with food. I never try to restrict in anyway, shape or form. Some days they want fast food or pizza for dinner and I never really tell them no unless we’ve had that the day before. I still let them. Typically, I do not eat what they eat for dinner. I will just make something else and I don’t think that they’ve ever thought that it was weird or strange that mommy doesn’t eat pizza or McDonald with them. They’ve always just accepted that that’s how things are. And my oldest knows that I have various health concerns and can’t eat typical foods. I have a gluten intolerance and pcos. Which, even if I wasn’t, Anna would stop me from eating certain foods.

I tried to create a different environment then what I grew up. My entire life my parents had always been obese. Not just slightly overweight, but medically considered obese. it was always so interesting though because my parents would never let me eat snacks or sugary cereal and essentially we had an ingredient household. my parents were never home once I started elementary school. They would often tell me to feed myself, but in an ingredient household as a five-year-old I would typically just end up eating a slice of bread. They wouldn’t come home for dinner often so I would end up eating very little throughout the day. They never packed my lunch or gave me money for lunch so I typically never ate at school (this was a time before school had free lunch). Not eating was just a normal thing for me in my childhood so I always try to make sure that my children always have access to food and are well cared for.

Another angle that people often attack me from is if I would become like Mrs. Hadid and her handful of almond. And personally, I don’t think that I ever would. I know that children will eat exactly how much they need to eat in order to fuel their body. I try to teach them healthy eating habits, such as if they’re bored to lean towards fruit or vegetable over processed food. While they are still very young 6 & 3 I don’t see myself changing this mindset. I grew up starving I know what it’s like to starve. I know what it’s like to cry yourself to sleep because your stomach hurts so bad. I never want that for my children. I honestly never want that for any of you reading this. But here we are.

I’m always pro recovery. Block don’t report

[sungie]

LYNEY X READER : FIREWORKS BY SEA

a shallow wave ripples over your shoes. you’re wearing wet socks and denim rolled up to your knees in mid july.

it smells like salt—and maybe smoke if you think too hard—and in the back of your ear, lyney’s teasing that his magic tricks are better than this spectacle by far.

after all, he’d give you your own fireworks over the sea any day. if you’d only just say you love him. 

to you, lyney’s predictable. he's always splashing water onto you, then darting just out of reach. but you know exactly where he is. 

“i told you i’m not gonna,” you say.

those aren’t quite the words he wants—but he’s laughing anyway as you grab him by the wrist and throw him into the wave carving into the shore. your eyes never leave the horizon.

fireworks burst over the water. quiet inhale. a delayed boom reverberates through your chest. 

you don’t need visual confirmation to know lyney’s eyes dance with amusement. and there’s always something else—at least, he’s always been like that with you—something else within his eyes that pleads for you to look, glance over, dive head over heels into some murky space neither of you knows where. 

would you? you don’t like to think about it. you never do. 

you can sense lyney smiling to himself in mirth as he shakes his head, wringing out the hem of his shirt. it’ll dry stiff and salty in a half-hour. “you’re impossible. why won’t you look at me?” 

“i don’t know what you mean.” you say it with a bright smile. and there’s a lingering taste of melon syrup when you run your tongue along your teeth. lies like melon syrup. sticky melon shaved ice. a little crunchy. 

and well, you know exactly what he means. your teeth feel a little cold if you think about it. 

a singular firework shoots up—at this point it looks more like a shooting star. like a flying fish. you’d wish on it if you had something you wanted. in the back of your mind you know lyney will, maybe for something like, love me love me love me. 

you hold your breath as you wait for the crash. it doesn’t explode. rather showers into gold and falls into the sea. fish flopping back into water. and maybe that’s a little fitting, for the two of you. a love that can be soft. a love, maybe not all there. 

“okay. but you know i’d do it,” lyney says. right now, he’s not really talking about the eye contact. more so something the two of you’ve been dancing around for years.

this firework fades out behind a cloud of smoke. you think the boat should stop sending out low fireworks. higher ones are better.

and it hurts to feel lyney’s eyes trained on yours. he’s not looking at the sky where it matters. “if you asked me to,” lyney continues, his voice growing firm, “i’d be yours forever.” 

when he says it again, his eyes feel soft. “so ask me.” 

you're not looking. but you know exactly how he looks. you feel it. you hate when he gets like this. it makes your heart wince. 

“i’ll do it,” is what you decide on. and you think it’s a little cruel, the way lyney brightens at your words. “but you know you can’t.”

lyney laughs. maybe he’s a little stung by the implication—you remember him poking at washed up sea jellies with sticks. or maybe it’s all in your head. with him, you can never tell.

“maybe not,” he says. and he’s probably shrugging, that little half-shoulder one he does. with that loose grin tugging at his lips. the one that makes his eyes glow warm. “but you never know.”

a burst of color saves you from response. the ship shoots up firework after firework. the dark sea glows red. illuminates the black waters. 

like, sure. you’d let lyney love you. 

because he likes to say things like that. after all, you love that. things like, you’re not like anyone i’ve ever met. i’ll choose you forever. i’ll be sad when you leave fontaine. when are you leaving? well, it doesn’t matter. i’ll visit you wherever home is. 

but that’s where it gets tricky. because lyney also likes to fall out of love whenever he feels like it. and whenever he feels like it is pretty damn often. 

there’s a flash of color. you sense it before it happens. he’s dragging you by the hand, pulling you forward into the shallow wave starting to recede into the sea.

boom, boom, boom—and you can feel it in the sand sinking beneath your feet. in your chest when you point to an anemo shaped firework and lyney is gazing at you with a bemused look on his face, nodding along like you’ve just done something adorable. in your heart when he wraps his arms around your shoulders and half-lifts you as another wave slowly swallows the shore.

“put me down,” you laugh, half screeching as you swat at his shoulder. 

lyney obliges for a quick second, allowing your untied shoe-laces to dip into the water pooling across the sand. the dampness of your socks isn’t so bad. more refreshing. “if you say so.”

“no don’t you dare—“

he’s quick to laugh, a teasing smile twisting at his eyes. “then hold on to me like you mean it.” lyney smiles most with his eyes, is what you think. and you’re looking at him now, looking at him with wide eyes and lips twisted into a grin. 

you always thought it’d be nice to make out beneath the fireworks. something casual. a quick kiss and dip. he’d be a nice person to make out with. you wouldn’t mind. 

instead, you’re feeling a little exposed beneath the pyrotechnics—a little like you’re offering lyney a feel of your heart as you hang your arms loosely over his shoulders.

“that’s not like you mean it,” lyney says, and his voice is quietly amused. “you know, for being so straightforward all the time, you’re not so honest.”

“do you want me to be?” you say, and you’re gazing at him with an amused look on your face. “you’ll freak out. you’re not that honest either.”  

lyney looks the most serious he’s ever been. “you know why. you’ll get bored.” 

“not if it’s you.” it’s more of an inside joke between the two of you. “you never bore me.” 

you’re interrupted by the shower of fireworks. it’s a burst of gold that illuminates the whole sky. gold. shockwave. one after the other. for the first time, it’s lyney’s eyes that look at the horizon. it quirks your lips into a sort of smile, watching the pyrotechnics burst like dancing flame in his eyes.

and it’s like. you never really know the color of lyney’s eyes. someday they look gray, someday blue, someday a little violet. if that’s even possible. you always stumble over it. if you can’t remember something so simple about a guy, you must not really like him. it makes your heart twinge with bemusement. because tonight his eyes are gold.

“you’re missing it,” lyney says, and he reaches to gently tilt your chin up toward the sky. he’s holding you with one arm still, and your laces dip into the salt, and your socks are damp, and you can feel the hem of your sleeves dripping with water onto lyney’s shirt. 

“didn’t you want me to look at you?” you say. but you oblige for once, watching the fireworks burst in the sky. the waves recede back into the sea. whisper of awe as the finale leaves the horizon lit up with smoke.

lyney puts you down. your shoes sink into the shore. 

“not really,” he says. “i just said it.”  

you roll your eyes. your hands brush at the sand on your front, an exasperated smile tugging at your lips. there’s always a hollow sort of feeling when he does that. like someone’s blown all the air out of you. but it’s expected. he’s just like that.

“the fireworks were nice,” you say. “i’m glad we watched.” 

you feel like a conch shell. washed up. one that lyney picks up and blows a melancholic tune out of whenever he wants.

you think he feels a little bad.

"don't say it like that," lyney says. and he reaches for your hand, urging you closer. satisfied, he lets you go. out of sight from the groups of people behind you, he unfurls his palm.

a little red flame shoots up between you to burst into embers of flame. it glitters and shower over his skin, and when you reach out in fear, you realize there's a warmth when the fire sprinkles over him, not a burning sear.

you glance up, stunned. there's an amused flicker in lyney's eyes. like, oh, you do care.

"i told you," lyney says. and his eyes are mischievous. a little teasing. a little soft. he keeps his gaze trained on the secret fireworks bursting from his palm, like little sparklers couples do by the beach. "if you asked me to, i'll do anything."

[h2llish]

take my hand ˖ if you want to be mutuals you can ask. if you wish to be removed from this list please let me know

˖ mooties can i send you flowers

【 ❝ my favorite squirrel. he deserves all the sunflowers ✧„ ── @v-anrouge 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ✵ aster ! )

【 ❝ the hamster who will undoubtedly die the moment he's left unattended ✧„ ── @saint-in-chains 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ⚠ ollie ! )

【 ❝ ferret who would run off with my socks soon as i look away. but it's okay i'd let them. ✧„ ── @edith-is-a-cat 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ☁ edie ! )

【 ❝ a calico cat i'd clear the best sunbathing spot for. giving them all the treats ✧„ ── @nervocat 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ☆ nervo ! )

【 ❝ a mouse who deserves only the best, giving you free space to roam safely ✧„ ── @vtoriacore 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ❣ vitoria ! )

【 ❝ a rabbit who would undoubtedly kick me just cause ✧„ ── @shinysparklesapphires 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ✴ sapphire ! )

【 ❝ he's an tuxedo cat if i've ever seen one ✧„ ── @kaevch 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ⁎ ryu ! )

【 ❝ a humming bird!! ✧„ ── @rooksamoris 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ❀ amoris ! )

【 ❝ a desert mouse! ✧„ ── @spadecentral 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ✰ eli ! )

【 ❝ self explanatory, a fox! treats for you <3! ✧„ ── @ignisomniac 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ☀ fox ! )

【 ❝ blue jay! ✧„ ── @kutikuzushi 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ꕥ kuti ! )

【 ❝ hyena :) ✧„ ── @rook-hunts 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ❈ terra ! )

【 ❝ a red panda! ✧„ ── @niftykin 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ⚘ hana ! )

【 ❝ flamingo! ✧„ ── @kyupidos 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ♡ asmodeus ! )

【 ❝ they're a chinchilla ✧„ ── @v1vsie 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ❥ vivi ! )

【 ❝ a seal! ✧„ ── @maopll 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ❅ avi ! )

【 ❝ he's a rainbow boa! ✧„ ── @honeynclove 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ✺ clove ! )

【 ❝ a lynx ✧„ ── @kirans-wonderland 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ♦ kiran ! )

【 ❝ they're a thresher shark :3 ✧„ ── @floydsteeth 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ❂ arson ! )

【 ❝ he's definitely a grey parrot ✧„ ── @atticoratticus 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ✦ atticus ! )

【 ❝ a very nice raven ✧„ ── @nighttime-del1rium 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( 🌟 nyx ! )

【 ❝ she's a moon jelly! my tumblr older sister ✧„ ── @zoropookie 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ❊ pookie ! )

【 ❝ boreal owl ✧„ ── @dove-da-birb 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( დ dove ! )

【 ❝ a fennec fox! ✧„ ── @xen-blank 】

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ✤ xen ! )

【 ❝ a possum obviously ✧„ ── @trinket-o-pawsum 】 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ⋆ trinket ! )

【 ❝ pocket gopher ✧„ ── @sakureis 】 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ✼ atlas ! )

【 ❝ she's an east pacific red octopus. wow a long name. ✧„ ── @cloudcountry 】 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ♕ auburn ! )

【 ❝ a cotton mouse ✧„ ── @boopshoops 】 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( 💕 shoopy ! )

【 ❝ maned wolf! ✧„ ── @tenjikyu 】 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ✢ asher ! )

【 ❝ a bird, or more specifically a common starling! ✧„ ── @h0neybane 】 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ❦ evelyn ! )

【 ❝ sea wasp! it's a jellyfish ✧„ ── @je11ykat 】 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ✘ jelly ! )

【 ❝ he's a fishing cat. yes that is a real wild cat's name. ✧„ ── @kazumiku 】 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ☣ kazumi ! )

【 ❝ a cavalier king charles spaniel ✧„ ── @joy-yet-again 】 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( 💝 joy ! )

【 ❝ ocellate river stingray ✧„ ── @tetrxctys 】 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ✪ icarus ! )

【 ❝ a kingfisher! (a bird) ✧„ ── @justpeachyteastea 】 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( 🌺 peachy ! )

【 ❝ the swallow bird ✧„ ── @kinvasions 】 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ☃ ni ! )

【 ❝ desert grassland whiptail lizard.. wow long name ✧„ ── @butlerspade 】 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ♠ spade ! )

【 ❝ common guitarfish ✧„ ── @simonisferal 】 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ☾ simon ! )

【 ❝ a panamic cushion star (it's a starfish!) ✧„ ── @eutopiastar 】 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧ ── ⁀➷ ( ❁ lena ! )

[emsprovisions]

I’m gonna do Work is published Wednesday today for your back beneath the sun, wishing I could write my name on it which is up on ao3!

"Babe, really, how bad is it?" TK asks, bent over the counter and looking up at Carlos's face in the mirror.

Carlos grimaces as he works the aloe into TK's skin. "It's really red, TK, and you're in a lot of pain from it."

"I mean yeah, baby, it's a sunburn. They kinda hurt like hell," TK sighs.

"Should we call Captain Vega?" Carlos meets TK's eyes in the mirror.

TK shakes his head. "No, baby, we don't need to call Cap...Why don't you take a picture and show me what we're working with here?"

Carlos wipes the gel off his hands before he fishes his phone out of his pocket and takes a picture of TK's back. TK straightens and turns around so he can hop onto the counter and take Carlos's phone when he offers it out to him.

"It's a little bit brighter than that," Carlos informs him, leaning in and pointing at the picture.

TK bites at his bottom lip and studies the picture. "Yeah, I don't think this is that bad."

"Not that bad?" Carlos fixes him with a disbelieving stare. "Babe."

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[adobe-outdesign]

YOU ENDED UP GETTING ME INTO NEOPETS NOW SO WHAT R UR THOUGHTS ON JETSAM(S)? IM A SUCKER FOR SHARKS LOL SO IM RLY HOPING TO GET ONE AT SOME POINT

Jetsams are sharks, and are meant to be kind of a counterpart/natural predator to the dolphin-like Flotsam; to the point where the two looked near-identical. Nowadays there are more differences, with the Jetsam sporting two fins, sharp teeth, slightly different markings, and an upright posture. Personally, I like to think of these two as a case of mimicry, with the Jetsam having evolved to trick Flotsam from a distance.

Visually, the Jetsam has a nice tough look to it that gives it a lot of personality, and the way it sits upright plus the two fins gives it a bit more uniqueness so it isn't just a normal shark. My only issue with it is that the gray underbelly is a bit too dark and low-contrast. Gray as the accent color is fine; it just needed to be a lighter tint.

The Jetsam benefited quite a bit from customization, as its old art was starting to get very dated and needed a redraw anyway. The new Jetsam looks a little less tough, but the smile is nice as it shows off their teeth, and it gives them a fun kind of mischievous look. The overall look didn't change much, but the head has been changed significantly to have a much better, less wonky shape to it, and the markings now stop above the mouth instead of near the eyebrow. The shape of the hind fins have also been improved, and they're one of the only pets who can make the customization fists look good.

Favorite Colours:

Maraquan: How do you make an underwater version of something that already lives in the water? Make it into a deep-sea fish, obviously! The overall design is easily recognizable as a Jetsam, but its been given a horizontal posture with bioluminescence and an angler fish light/teeth. The palette is great, using neutral browns and greys for the body and bright neon blues for the accent color. My only nitpick with it is that the teeth feel a bit busy and don't quite make sense if you look at them too long, but overall, this is a great design.

Pastel: The pastel Jetsam is just plain pretty, using a soft pink and turquoise palette. What really makes it work is that instead of using flat colors, it employs subtle gradients so the turquoise becomes blue in areas and the pink gets some subtle highlights. On top of that, it's also given a sunlight-under-water ripple texture, with a few small speckles on areas like the eyebrows and tail. A lot of effort went into this design compared to your standard pastel pet, and it really paid off.

Toy: Alright yeah, this one's just fun. The pool floatie idea is a great concept that works perfectly for the colour, and the execution is also really solid, including lots of raised plastic ridges, seams, and plenty of highlights to give it that plastic look.

My only issue with it is that weird handle on the side of the head. I guess some shark toys have these, but I've never seen one personally and it honestly just looks distracting and kind of out of place. Also, I do wish it was semi-transparent (think like the good Jelly-coloured pets), but that's not a big deal. Still a really good colour regardless.

BONUS: The robot Jetsam has a mostly red and white palette with a few black accents, and it works really well for this pet. I love the visor, and the patterning on the fins is really neat. Both versions are fine; the UC/styled version looks a bit more robotic, but the customized version reads a bit better overall.

[fahbev]

Ok i was a little wrong about the order in which i’d do these. Here we go with Tim Drake bby!!

for my dpxdc merfolk au

So there’s this thing called the “Upside down jellyfish”— otherwise known as the Cassiopea! I saw them in an aquarium like a year ago and immediately knew “oh shit i gotta make a mermaid outta that”. Look it up if you wish.

Tim is just a weird little guy who swims upside down.

Also, all of the other mermfolk have pointed ears that point up, and Tim’s point down! Or i guess technically... still up!

Plz ignore the face on the first pic, I hate it and redrew it a bunch of times and it still looks off. Look at the bottom pic instead.

He walks on his hands when he’s not swimming/theres surface to stand on. He sleeps using his bell as a blanket!!

Tim i i feel like is the oddball of the family. They accept and love him just the same anyway, but he always just gives me Weird Little Guy vibes. A vague approximation of a normal person. Like they’re all weird ofc but yk.

That’s why Tim is the only one that doesn’t need to breathe. He does have lungs, but he is especially not built for land, even compared to the others. And everyone else besides Bruce and Damian have gills. Tim isn’t even a fish, he’s a cnidaria. The oxygen goes into him through osmosis. As long as any part of his jelly half is touching the water, he doesn’t need to breathe. He literally can’t hold his breath unless he’s fully on land. He doesn’t really know what breathing is like.

Unlike Bruce and Damian (and possibly Alfred, we’ll see) who are holding their breath constantly.

This may or may not cause misunderstandings :)

Wow, Tim really would be the worst on land. Jason legit has a bunch of legs so he’ll be just fine. Bruce and Damian are turtles so they’re evolved for going on land just a little. The others can at least drag themselves or slither pretty effectively. Tim just...

Well, he walks on his hands at least? But he wouldn’t be used to the strength and balance that requires on land, + his bell and tentacles would totally just flop on top of him and make shit difficult. Trying to go right side up would just be even worse...

Actually no. Cass might be the worst on land. Cass would be pretty fucked.

So I struggled a lot on this design. It was kinda hard to make it not look feminine, bc the bell being attached there looks a lot like a poofy skirt or dress— and also just making it not look Stupid with a capital T. I think I like the way it came out though!

If you wanna see all of these, you can check out the tag “dpxdc merfolk au” on my blog!