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glassesfreekjr · 1 year

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FOR REAL THIS TIME

The King Salmonid who all Fish Sticks aspire to be. The first Griller to surpass their mortal coils and ascend to a state far more... eldritch. A grotesque autonomous collective and yet a ruler in its own right. The aquatic roi des rats of the whirlpool's roil, whose name shall not be uttered. The worlds worst maypole by far, 0/10.

And yet there are sea creatures far worse, and far scarier, out in the unknown depths... beyond the splendour of the tempest; the sandbank’s luring smile. Encircled by flopping hordes of mindless and amorphous dancers, lulled amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes.

Waiting for their moment.

(Rough concept art courtesy of @zenders-art)

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fattributes · 3 months

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Homemade Tilapia Fish Sticks and Tartar Sauce

#food #recipe #dinner #fish sticks #tilapia #fish #lemon #lunch #panko #tartar sauce #baking

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eat-love-eat · 1 year

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Air Fryer Fish Sticks

#fish sticks #air fryer #food #Food Blog #recipe #recipes #delicious #yummy food #seafood

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dathomirdumpsterfire · 5 months

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Chat writes the plot! Time for more 👑🐲🐟 KotD!

🔥🔥 don't forget to reblog tysm! 🔥🔥

~King of the Dragonfish: Chapter 12~

It had taken a very long time for whatever strange, oceanic narcotic that Maul had imbibed to wear off. Anytime Obi-Wan had stopped levitating the moss around, he'd very quickly had a newly bored and curious sith getting uppity with him, trying to get his hands on the jedi's chest hair. It was easier to float the damn plants around than to peel the dragonfish man off of him, by a long shot, and so he did.

For hours.

Eventually Maul had worn himself out and coiled down into a circle of tail and sith. Obi-Wan found his own spot on the cold, rocky ground beside the magma ball, and passed right out.

He dreams of master Qui-Gon. Nothing specific, just fragments of taking a walk. The world they're on shifts, from Stewjon to Nar Shaddaa to Naboo. They don't talk much, but it's very comfortable.

He thinks of Anakin. The young man is panicking about something again, always so passionate, asking him over and over where he was. Obi-Wan tries to tell his padawan that he's quite fine, but the boy won't listen. Oh, Anakin. He never does listen.

Hmm… why is it so cold?

He dreams of the room of a thousand fountains, of dozing beside the waterfall. At some point, that becomes going for a swim in the pools. He slips into the water, and discovers that Kit is down there, meditating. Obi-Wan doesn't want to interrupt! So he swims slowly around the outside. After some number of laps, his nautolan friend awakens from his meditation, and waves to him. Obi-Wan waves back, and they go for a swim together through the tunnels beneath the fountains, built especially for the waterborn species of jedi. Their version of a walking trail.

Between one tunnel and the next, he loses track of Kit, and the lights start to dim. Dimmer and dimmer and dimmer… He can't seem to be truly afraid for some reason, but he does feel mild concern. He'll be lost down here forever without some kind of light.

Something swims past him, too fast to see in the growing darkness. A splash of green, and it's gone.

Oh! There he is.

Obi-Wan swims that way, trying to find him. He almost catches the other man as he swims by again. Almost, almost, almost… drat! He wishes Kit would stop swimming by him so bloody fast. The next time he feels the drag of scales under his palm, Obi-Wan throws himself toward them, and latches on.

Ha! Got him!

Quite pleased with himself, the jedi master wraps his legs around the other man, and uses his fingers to write in sign language on Kit’s pecs, chastising him for playing games in the dark. The nautolan’s chest moves like he's laughing, and arms wrap around Obi-Wan's back. He huffs, smacking the man for laughing at him. Kit nips at his chin in return.

Oh so that's how it is?

Obi-Wan bites back. Then Kit repays it. He returns fire yet again, and finds the hips under his rolling toward him. Cool, clawed hands run up and down his back.

Distantly, he wonders how he's breathing, with no rebreather in his mouth, but the thought fades softly away. Even underwater this is so nice. Being held is such a rarity for him, but oh it's so…

Those cool hands move lower, tracing the curve of his ass, and he feels his interest stirring even more. These were public tunnels though… they shouldn't tempt fate by-

Hips roll into his, harder, more insistent, and Obi-Wan groans. Kit wanted to…? Here? Oh he was ridiculous… but the nautolan would surely hear anyone coming long before they came...

Obi-Wan kisses his way down slick skin, pushing lower, lower, trying to find the bulge between the other man's legs by feel alone, to rub against it. He finds not a bulge but a full length, already free from cloth. Strangely much lower than expected…

… larger than expected too.

Hips rock into his, and he can't help but meet them, spreading his legs, lifting his knees. Oh, it's been so long…

Obi-Wan finds this strange angle puts his face right at eye level with Kit’s fantastic chest. He palms both pecs, kneading, then dips his head to run his tongue over one pert nipple. The body underneath him thrashes, making him smile muzzily. It must have been quite the dry spell for Kit, too. He turns to the other half of his chest, applying teeth and tongue to the sensitive peak.

Claws dig into his shoulders. He takes that as encouragement. Strange… where did the water go? The body beneath him rocks up against his, but their buoyancy is gone.

There's no water, there's only air.

There's no temple, no tunnels, only stone and-

Obi-Wan blinks his eyes open, only half conscious, and finds himself straddling a dragonfish man. Maul is looking up at him with wide eyes, chest heaving and gills fluttering with his panting breaths.

The jedi blinks half a dozen times, but the image doesn't resolve itself into something that makes any more sense than before. Maul has been on land long enough that his skin is dry, save for a sheen of wetness on both nipples.

The sith’s tongue makes a lap of his own lower lip, then he swallows. “Kenobi…”

Oh ye gods.

Obi-Wan rolls off of him immediately, “I apologize!” he yelps, skittering away until his back hits a wall.

Their eyes meet, luminous green to watery blue. The sith’s gaze dips, landing on the bulge in his pants. Obi-Wan shoves it downward and crosses his legs over top of it. Maul’s head tilts, like he's identifying when Obi-Wan has done that before. Oh kriff.

The jedi clears his throat. “That was completely inappropriate, I do apologize. I'm not sure what happened, I was having… ah, pleasant dreams, and then… did you come near me in the night?”

Maul writhes gracefully, his tail coming up under him as he rises and sways closer. “I did. You had rolled away from your lava, so I put you back and pinned you down.”

Obi-Wan shuffles awkwardly sideways, trying to keep his distance, desperately trying not to look-

“Thank you for your consideration then, so sorry for the trouble. Shall we go back to bed? Separately! I mean. You… over there. Me, over here.”

The other man continues to sway closer, a rhythmical shifting of his tail from left to right and back again that propels him forward. His blue-black cock sways with the motion of his hips, hypnotic like a metronome. A red line runs along the underside, with tiny red dots going halfway up either side. The tip is pointed, and there's these little-

Obi-Wan wheezes, and scrambles the other direction until he is backed up against the water line. “Maul,” he starts, not sure what to say to make the other man stop looking at him like that.

Oh force, the sith lord looks like he wants, and is determined to get what he wants. Obi-Wan just needs to spread his legs and invite him to-

As a jedi master, he must rise to the occasion, despite great personal cost. “Maul,” he says again, “I just want you to know…”

“Yessss?” the man croons, eyes half lidded as he approaches.

“That this is not an escape attempt, I am merely in dire need of a bath. Immediately.”

With that, he tosses himself into the ice cold water, for the absolute worst blue balling he has ever experienced.

To be continued...

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morethansalad · 11 months

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Vegan Fish Sticks with Tartar Sauce

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1451514-emojis · 14 days

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I promise these aren't just random foods, I have a whole list I'm going down very slowly

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dandyads · 11 months

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DelMonte, 1956

#delmonte #ketchup #condiment #fish sticks #food #1950s #1956 #vintage advertising

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wumple-the-frog-ventures · 1 month

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Mmm fishsticks

#plush #frog plush #plush blog #cute plush #plushie #plush toy #plushies #frog stuffed animal #stuffed animal #safeplush #palm pals #wumple the frog #frog #fish sticks #rice #food

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guppiesareamazing · 7 months

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they are coming for you.

i ship them and i think theyd do this a lot. riv would just carry spear and theyd kill things together. this art took like half an hour and 20 minutes of that was rivs arm so apologies it looks so goofy i might redraw it when i have more time

ehehe babies

#rivuspear #fish sticks #rain world #rain world rivulet #rain world spearmaster #rain worl #ship art

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midnights-dragon · 10 months

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British friend: you want a fish finger eh?

Me, visibly shaking, with tears in my eyes: th. that’s not. that’s not what they’re ca

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glassesfreekjr · 1 year

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The King Salmonid who all Fish Sticks aspire to be. The first Griller to surpass their mortal coils and ascend to a state far more... eldritch. A grotesque autonomous collective and yet a ruler in its own right. The aquatic rattenkönig of the whirlpools roil, whose name shall not be uttered. The worlds worst maypole by far, 0/10.

And yet there are creatures far worse, and far hairier, out in the unknown... waiting for their moment.

(Rough sketch courtesy of @zenders-art)

EDIT: The REAL, unabridged version is called "Rattenkönig Roulette" and will be posted tomorrow (+ additional sketches!) at the conclusion of this Splatfest.

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fattributes · 2 months

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Oven-Fried Catfish Bites

#food #recipe #dinner #catfish #fish sticks #fish #cornmeal #panko #parsley #garlic #lemon #baking

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ecoamerica · 15 days

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