#flats the flounder

[homefryboy]

Ya ain’t supposed to mate

(commissions open)

#boys art #comic #comics #doodles #spongebob squarepants #patrick Star #squidward tentacles #mr. krabs #mrs. puff #plankton #squidbob #plankbob #patbob #flats the flounder #spot #Karen #squilliam fancyson

[incorrect90snicktoonquotes]

There’s so many people whose butts I have to kick. I’ll have to start carrying around a list to make sure I get them all.

Flats the Flounder

#spongebob squarepants #incorrect spongebob squarepants #flats the flounder #source: fullmetal alchemist

[spongebobimages]

spongebob, squidward, mr. krabs, patrick, pearl, larry, flats, and other background fish stand in a crowd in the krusty krab. spongebob and patrick have gallon jugs on their head, and squidward and flats are holding unidentified gifts. season 1, episode 18, "Texas"

#spongebob squarepants #patrick star #mr. krabs #squidward tentacles #pearl #larry the lobster #flats the flounder #season one

[ohshy]

inspo boards for my ocs I made today !!!

#more n coming btw like trish n ella n douglas n flys parents :3 #plus jets band IF I HAD DESIGNS FOR THEM !!!!! #dabigail dabblefoot #fly the flying fish #acantha the coelacanth #jet dazzler #character design #ocs #original character #inspo board #monkey brain draws #storm from the deep #flying fish #flounder #flat fish #peacock flounder #coelacanth

[chimeride]

#what if... walking fish but flat ??? #flounder #fish #gecko #i love how their pectoral fin looks like a topknot #the Unknown #869 #octem 109 #terra 4 #monster #chimera #bestiary #creature design #ink #lizard

[marinememes]

Happy Flat Fuck Flounder Friday!

#olive flounder #flat fuck friday #aquarium #marine biology #fish #oceancore #sea animals #ocean aesthetic #flounder #marine animals #my photo

[life-on-our-planet]

flounders! Nasty flat boy

as it turns out i already had some flatfreaks on the blog, but i forgot until i was tagging so here's some more!

♡loop

#vee-not-afraid #request #yes i understand their evolutionary adaptations but also... what the fuck flounders. you're so flat. what the fuck.

[seadragonsoda]

Tonight at I have two pieces in Power in Numbers 7 at Gallery Nucleus!! I felt I needed to make something bright and cheerful, so I settled on these funky estuary friends

I hope those if you in the Los Angeles area can make it out to the show, but if not, it all goes online the next day 😊 (Sept 4)

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#artists on tumblr #animal art #fish art #gouache #cute illustration #kidlitart #cartoon aesthetic #graphic illustration #graphic designer #cute creatures #creepy cute #kawaii aesthetic #illustrator #memphis #nickelodeon #magic vibes #flat illustration #pink and green #mudskipper #flounder

[sturplush]

day 5 of drawtober flounder

#drawtober #drawtober 2022 #flounder #flat fish

[timmurleyart]

Fish plate dinner. 🐟🍟🍋(mixed media Collage on paper)🍺

#collage art #collage artwork #fish dinner #fish painting #fish art #flat fish #fish #baked fish #cod #flounder #halibut #pollock #haddock #fried fish #fish and chips #fish fry #fish friday #fisherman #fishermen #lemons #fish recipe #healthy eating #healthy food #pop art #folk art #bacalao #modern art #salmon #trout #trout fishing

[w0nderland]

greys anatomy is so close to being a good show it's a little frustrating lol

#like they start out with these good character concepts #but it seems like they can only focus on 3-4 plots at a time #so sometimes a character will just be forgotten?? like george was completely dropped for the second half of season 5 #and his character arc was botched so bad too #he started off as the underdog & proves himself and works so hard #then becomes this guy who falls in love with every single woman who befriends him & cheats on his wife #then goes back to being the shy guy who doesn't realize lexie is into him #then lexie gets over george in like 2 seconds flat #girlies what is going onnnnnnn #also meredith and derek falling in love shouldve been given more screen time they just have such good chemistry i wanted more sweet moments #but i understand why that is not necessary #anywayyyyy i just finished season 5 talk to me about greys anatomy!!!!!!!! #now that riverdale is over i am floundering looking for more media

[vanderilnde]

so true @altissiia. neighbour/butcher simon is but a matted cat that would charitably leave mice at your door if that wasn’t so off-putting

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It’s eight in the morning, and there’s coffee all over your work blouse. Burning through the canopy of your shirt, sticking your skin. 

You had loudly cursed as your foot got caught behind an innominate object, propelling you face first—and coffee first—into the corridor. Surely, the whole flat heard it. The tight yelp you released, the thunder of your nose colliding with the floor. 

You don’t care about the coffee blotches congealing in the hallway. The carpet has enough cryptic stains, ones that management isn’t bothered to fix, so you look away and throw a cursory glance over your shoulder—to see the cause of your fall—and grimace without conscious control.

It’s a bag of meat on your doormat. 

Wrapped in a plastic, sitting in a puddle of fresh blood. 

A few drops of dew glaze the bag by means of moisture. It hides its contents, hindering you from recognising anything inside. You poke it with your shoe, cringing at the cartilage and meat and marrow beneath the sole of your foot. It tumbles over in the clear film, revealing its gory underbelly and a sticky-note. 

The note is dog-eared, crumpled, and damp. Covered in writing written by a slap-happy hand. Sorry for being too loud last night with my mates. Guess I’m a hypocrite. Here’s some meat please accept, is what it reads. The tail-end features a poorly-drawn smiley face and a signature. Simon.  

He was being noisy last night. You were just too skittish to slap the drywall dividing you, or to knock on his door and ask him to keep it down. There was an overlap of voices, an undercurrent of accents, and the charm of beer cans persistently snapped open.

As you peel the note off the bag, the door beside you swings open. Simon stumbles out, sweatpants low on his hips, medical mask obscuring the lower shell of his face. By the looks of it, he just floundered out of the shower. His curls are still dripping with opalescent water drops. He’s shirtless, his chest hairs so blonde they’re almost glass-like. Tousled and wispy.

A few scars distort the skin of his ribcage and makes you wince. He’s breathing heavily, distending them, puffing out his chest.

“You alright?” He asks. “Heard you fall.” 

You realise you’re still on the floor. Simon looks cosmic from this angle—colossal—hauling with him disciplined muscles eclipsed by a soft belly. 

You meekly nod, rising to your feet. “‘m fine.”

Simon’s eyes flutter down to your chest. A hot-flash pools under your skin, sticky, messy, leaving you preening under his gaze, until, of course, you belatedly remember your spilled coffee. How your shirt sticks to your skin, revealing the barest hint of your breasts. You don’t cross your arms.

“You’ve something there,” Simon sniffs. He gestures to your chest.

“Um, yeah. I know.”

A whisper of discomfort marinates between you. Discomfort that Simon doesn’t seem to notice—or doesn’t seem to care about—as he keeps staring at you. 

He grunts. “I got you meat.”

“Thank you!” You chuckle. “It was a… sweet gift.” 

It takes you by surprise when Simon tucks his chin into his chest, grumbling. His crows feet crimp together like knife-edges as if he’s barely smiling. 

“Wait here,” he mumbles, then spins on his heel. You assume he’s going to put on some clothes, or bring you some more meat, but when Simon returns, he outstretches towards you a threadbare jersey, waiting expectantly.

“Stained your blouse,” he snorts. “Wear this.”

Owlishly, you blink. It’s your work blouse that’s stained. You can’t go in a Manchester United shirt.

“Um. I wouldn’t–”

Simon shoves it in your chest. At this point, he reminds you of a wet dog. Dripping wet, gratified of his gift-giving. Leaving raw meat that stinks of ammonia at your doorstep, handing you a shirt too-many-sizes too big for you. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging.

His hand is still extended. Above his mask, Simon’s eyebrows pucker as if he’s pouting. Like a kicked mutt, confused, and a little ratty. You feel awkward indebtedness eddying through you, so you snatch the jersey from him and slip it on jointly. It smells heavily of nicotine and pomade, slightly impairing you.

Satisfied, he nods. You think he’s going to say something else—there’s a little stifle between the flicker of his eyes and his jaw—but he doesn’t. Simon turns around and slams his door shut in your face. 

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost x reader #simon riley #ghost x reader #cod x reader #simon ghost x you #ghost/reader #simon riley/reader #simon writing #writing #butcher!simon

[strangerstilinski]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝟏𝟖+

of course eddie thinks he's being so sneaky.

he slips into your room and closes the door behind himself. he does it oh-so carefully, the latch doesn't even give its usual tiny snick as it latches in place in the doorframe. he's got that stupid michael myers mask pulled down over his face, the weight of it pushing his long curls flat to his head and neck.

oh, so sneaky, sure, but you know him — too well, perhaps — and the eager jitters that had him bouncing his leg and drumming his hands against his thighs all morning as he waited for you to leave the apartment.. well, you'd noticed.

point is, you find him easily. and when you creep into the room behind him only a minute after he's disappeared behind the door, you find him digging through your underwear drawer, definitely already sweating under the sticky, mildly suffocating plastic covering his head. at the audible creak of the door, that goofy mask snaps up to look at you and he freezes, as if he thinks that he can fade away from your sight by doing something as simple as not moving. meanwhile, a wonderfully hot spark of something fills you when your gaze finds the balled up lace fisted beneath his white knuckles.

because eddie is weak. he's weak for you. so weak, in fact, that he was willing to risk humiliation like this for the gratification of getting his hands on a pair of your underwear. that spark in your core grows and burns hotter — it spreads through your body until you're asking him, your voice a little cruel and taunting, if he was planning on jerking off with them.

eddie splutters, indignant and embarrassed. and while he flounders for a response, you pull the mask over his head to reveal his curls, wild and frizzy, some of them clinging to his forehead with sweat. you don't give him a moment to recover before pushing further, asking if his thoughts would've dedicated to you when he fisted his cock, when he painted the fabric with his cum-

your taunts hit home, because all the while his cheeks are flushed red, a delicious sort of embarrassment pooling in his gut and urging his dick to kick up in his pants. he's so fucking humiliated at being caught but, still, he knows that he kind of deserves it for being such a creep-

and so while he's busy stammering out a weak excuse, your hands meet his pecs over his shirt, giving a soft push that has him falling back onto the bed so that you can climb into his lap. he's stunned, if only for a moment, before his hands are settling onto your hips, thumbs dipping into the crease where they meet your thighs.

and when he finally kisses you? it's messy and it's slick and it's desperate and you're grinding down against his denim-covered cock and he's whimpering and groaning into your mouth. he's so fucking needy and pliant beneath you that pride surges in your chest and threatens to consume you.

the warmth of your tongue caressing his and the slow roll of your hips eventually has him cumming in his pants, a hot, sticky patch of denim forming over his crotch as he gasps for breath. and you're quick to climb from on top of him, standing and promptly removing your wet panties, depositing them into his limp hand and curling his fingers tight around the damp fabric as you press a lingering kiss to his hair (those panties are a gift, obviously. one that he can use to jerk off with later. he's the one who wanted to get his hands on a pair of your panties so bad, after all.)

you leave him spread out on your bed, still struggling to catch his breath, and you slip away before you can do something stupid like let him see just how badly you want him too.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #perv!eddie munson #perv!eddie x reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #*

[seijorhi]

Etched in Red: Vermillion (Part One)

Event Masterlist

Okkotsu Yuuta x female reader

Part Two

w.c 1.4k

tw: yandere themes, kidnapping, implied dub/non-con, non-explicit gore

There’s nothing… wrong with being weak.

It isn’t a moral failing or anything to be ashamed of, it just is. For most people – normal people – that’s okay. They accept it, adjust their lives accordingly and move on. 

The thing is, most people don’t actually need to be strong, not in the physical sense. 

Most people aren’t jujutsu sorcerers.

Yuuta frowns, watching you laugh as Inumaki offers a hand to haul you up to your feet, brushing the dirt and grass of your skirt once you’re upright. Another sparring session that ends the exact same way all of them do; you, flat on your ass, wholly at the mercy of whichever of his friends is standing over you.

Problem is, they’re going easy on you; Maki leaving her left side wide open, Panda practically telegraphing his hits. Lately, he’s noticed it with Yuji and the other second years, too. It’s like an unwritten rule that they never go too hard, never push you too far. Trying to help you without hurting you in the process.

Because the simple, painful truth is, you aren’t strong enough to take it.

And believe it or not, he does get it… sort of. When Gojo dragged him into this he was petrified. Useless. He got thrown in the deep end, first first with Maki and then with Inumaki, and he had to figure it out fast, but… he also had Rika. 

He also had his cursed technique. 

Three years in, with graduation looming, you’re a step above a window. Still a grade four, although unlike with Maki it’s not some political, sexist bullshit keeping you there.

For right now, that’s okay. They’re your friends, none of them think any worse of you for it. They cover you on the missions you’re sent out on, and that’s not gonna change any time soon, but–

“Everything okay, Yuuta?”

He exhales a shuddering breath then straightens and turns your way with a smile. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Are you?” he asks, idly toeing at a rock by his feet. Maybe you won’t notice the flush colouring his cheeks. “Looked like you hit the ground pretty hard back there.” 

You laugh, waving it off like it’s no big deal, and to be fair it isn’t – you go through this multiple times a week, but that doesn’t mean it rankles him any less when you say, “Nothing I can’t handle. Toge was taking it easy on me.”

You don’t know the half of it. 

“C’mon,” you tell him. “Panda says you’re up.”

—

Forty minutes later, breathless, aching and bruised all over, Yuuta shuffles with you and the others back to the dormitories to shower before eating when a familiar head of white hair pops into view.

“Yuuu-taa,” Gojo greets in a sing-song voice, altogether too happy for the group of exhausted, hungry students glaring back at him. “A word?”

Not remotely a request, considering he’s got an arm looped over Yuuta’s shoulders, steering him away from the rest of the group before he can get so much as a word out. 

Leading him into an empty classroom well away from the dormitories, Gojo props himself up against one of the desks, leaving Yuuta to stand awkwardly in front of him, trying his best not to feel like a misbehaving child about to be lectured. 

When he speaks, there’s no trace of levity left to soften the blow. “What happened?” 

Gojo isn’t talking about the training session outside.  

Yuuta swallows, stiffening. “It doesn’t matter, does it? You read the report. As long as she’s with me, Rika and I–”

“So you expect the higher ups to send you along on every mission she’s assigned?”

His cheeks flush again, this time with indignation. “They can’t send her alone! She’s not– she… ” Isn’t strong enough.

At his floundering, Gojo lets out a heavy, over-dramatic sigh, as if the weight of the world rests on his shoulders alone. “Yuuta, you’re a special grade. Do you really think they’ll let you play babysitter just because you have a crush?”

His heart squeezes, a thick lump lodging itself in his throat. He doesn’t deny it, there’s no point. Blindfolded or not, Gojo sees everything.

Not that his Sensei has room to talk about crushes. 

“I don’t care, I’ll go anyway! I’m not letting her get hurt.”

“Special grade or not, you won’t be able to stop it,” Gojo tells him, a strange sort of smile teasing at his lips. “They’ll smell her coming a mile away, that inexperience, overconfidence. Such a weak, tasty little sorcerer. Easy pickings. She’ll draw them in like flies to honey, one after another, until there’s too many to fight all at once – that’s what happened last time, didn’t it? You lost focus.”

Yuuta stills entirely. 

Gojo tugs at the bandages over his eyes, revealing one brilliant, blue iris. “She dies. That’s the only way this goes. You understand that, don’t you?”

—

It kills Yuuta that Gojo turns out to be right.

The body lying on the cold, metal table can barely be called that. Half a torso and a leg. That’s all he got back after getting rid of the curse. 

“Okkotsu,” Ieiri’s calm voice breaks through his reverie, and he glances up to find her tired eyes boring into him from across the room. If he didn’t know better, he’d almost think she looked concerned.

“‘m fine,” he mumbles, letting his head tilt back to fall against the cool tiles. “I’m not the one who died.”

Ieiri opens her mouth, only to close it a moment later. “Of course.”

And so it goes. Inumaki, Panda and Maki hover, quiet and subdued. No one knows what to say, but none of them are surprised, he can tell that much through the thick, strained silence. 

Death is pretty much a constant for them. Jujutsu sorcerers don’t tend to lead long, happy lives, but this isn’t just losing a classmate seven days out from graduation. A pang squeezes at his chest and he doesn’t bother holding back a heavy exhale. 

“I’m tired. I’ll… catch you guys later, I guess.”

Yuuta doesn’t wait for an acknowledgement, turning on his heel and leaving them there outside the gym, staring uselessly after him.

But he doesn’t head back to his room. There’s nothing for him there. 

No, Yuuta walks for a long, long while. Back to civilisation, to the city teeming with people and curses, each step more surefooted, eager than the last.

By the time he reaches the apartment, he’s pounding the pavement, and takes the stairs two at a time. His hand shakes as he slots the key into the first lock and twists, then the second, his heart’s halfway to his throat when he pushes it open, heading straight for the bedroom–

The knot in his chest loosens, a relieved sigh escaping him at the sight of you, spread out in his sheets in nothing but your underwear, fast asleep. Safe, where he left you.

It takes him no time at all to toe out of his sneakers, shed his jacket and climb up onto the bed next to you, mindful not to jostle you too much, not to disturb the thick metal links coiled loosely at the bottom of the mattress. Your eyes are still puffy, cheeks wet with the sheen of tears when his fingertips glide over them, intent on smoothing your hair back from your face. 

Poor thing, you must’ve tired yourself out. 

Yuuta has every intention of letting you sleep for a little while longer yet – he’d meant what he’d said to Maki and the others, there’s a bone tired weariness that’s been clinging to him since he dragged himself back to campus that morning, and it’s only now, here, lying next to you that he feels it start to leach away, like poison syphoned off. 

A small, soft smile tugs at his lips. 

Perfect, beautiful girl. 

Gojo was right. You had to die. There aren’t enough sorcerers to deal with the increased curses plaguing the city. Weak or not, they would’ve kept sending you out, and he wouldn’t always be able to guarantee that he’d be there to protect you.

You had to die so they’d leave you alone. So that he could keep you safe. 

Nestling closer, he thumbs at the curve of your cheekbone again and brushes a kiss against your lips, doing his best to ignore the hot pulse of want that burns through his blood, coiling tightly in his guts. 

There’ll be plenty of time for that later. For now he just wants to lie here with you, safe and tucked away. Together. 

It’s better this way. You’ll see.

#yandere jjk #yandere okkotsu yuuta #yandere okkotsu yuuta x reader #yandere yuuta x reader #yandere yuuta #yandere jjk x reader #tw: dubcon #etched in red

[milolunde]

SO SONIC FORCES!!!

Always thought it was interesting. I don’t actually think I heard anything about the game before buying it, I just knew that it was a Sonic game. yippee!!!

Immediately after my initial whimsy wore off I started treating it like all my favorite media: a project to be rewritten to my liking. That was maybe five years ago, when I was gung-ho on the angst factor of the story above the Sonic factor.

After watching through the game’s Japanese dub and realizing the simple differences in word choice single-handedly enhanced the story, I started rewriting it AGAIN…. Here’s some of that <3

vvv

I’ve drawn Sonic after escaping Eggman “giving him hell,” and NOT after torture (I want to know the translator/script writer who thought that was a good idea, by the way), worse for wear, but excited to be free and stick it to the Freaks who thought they could kept him locked up and take over the world.

After Sonic narrowly escapes the Death Egg in the Slow-Down Shoes (you can clap) and finds Gadget (or “Buddy”) they head to the Arsenal Pyramid… after a change of shoes and a bite to eat, of course.

Sonic continues through the game in a set of spare shoes which make his in-game boost gauge deplete faster. His shoes, as well as his fatigue, keep him from winning out, leading to his partial-victory against Infinite, and landing him and Silver on the sidelines. Gadget takes on missions with other resistance members at his side while Sonic recuperates with Silver.

Tails hears the news Sonic is alive and quickly arrives to the HQ to reunite with his brother. He supplies Sonic with a pair of his iconic shoes, an extra set from the supplies he was able to grab before Eggman took over his labs. Officially recuperated enough, by his standards, Sonic and Tails are officially back in it and ready to get back to the fight.

^^^

You know… I don’t think I’ve ever shared my “rewrites” anywhere but with my friends. Sometimes it gets so complicated in my head it makes it really hard to get everything on paper. A lot of my “Forces rewrite” is handing the characters differently and how that changes the story.

In general, Forces is a… fine enough idea, but SEGA has a reputation for floundering good ideas and for forgetting you can appeal to a young audience while also allowing older kids to enjoy it without making a flat story.

Hearing the difference of “they’ve been torturing Sonic,” (ENG.) and “they’ve been giving him hell,” (JAP.) and “Tails has lost it,” (ENG.), “Tails is still missing,” (JAP.) I realized a lot of what I didn’t like- what I was rewriting- was the tone. It’s one of Force’s biggest issues: it doesn’t know what it wants to be. The Japanese dub seems to have an idea, but that can’t save it from the fact Infinite is A Big Loser and Sonic actually has no reason to be afraid of him, especially if Infinite wasn’t present during his time on the Death Egg… So I’m doing it myself

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #my art #sonic #sonic forces #YOU CAN ASK QUESTIONS BTW!!! there’s nothing much to say #and there’s nothing much to ask #but I LOVE TALKING!!! #forces!RW

[chisatowo]

Society if 25ji used their head voices more often *insert image of bug (the song) here*

#rat rambles #sekai posting #idk if thats exactly the right term Im looking for but idk how else to word it dhdnhdjd #like the chorus sounds so so good (as does the rest of the song but the chorus especially to me) #and I was like looking at other 25ji covers to try and place why I dont like most of them and I thinkkkk Ive got an idea now? #basically a lot of their covers are very chest voicy which is my nice way of saying it feels like theyre just talking at me #like thats not an inherently bad thing per say but their voices just. do not mesh well a lot of the time like that #plus a lot of the songs they cover just dont rly work well with those kinda vocals in my opinion #cough cough lower #also touya specifically has a similar thing going on where his best covers are the ones where hes using more of a head voice #like they can sound soooo good but also can sound soooo bad dhsnyxkdydj #Ill give his yobanashi decieve solo cover some slack though since he was clearly meant to be more backing akito in the group cover #honestly thats where 25ji rly flounder their voices dont support each other usually which can make their music feel kinda flat #tbf its not like everyone else is much better wxs are the only one that I can think of more than like 2 examples for off the top of my head #wxs just work together rly well at their best individually I dont strongly care abt any if their voices but together they can be soooo good #anyways sorry for screaming abt rhythm game music again do you still think Im hot