#gill🐟

[saintlike78]

HOPPER DIALOGUEEEEE

hmm maybe smth where he comes home late to find you touching yourself 👀👀 i can both see him punishing reader for it and just being super smug and teasing about how needy she is so im curious to see how you’d characterize him in that situation hehe

NSFW (16+)… HOPPER 😭😵‍💫 yeah… this turned out long, it’s actually not a dialogue anymore

Hopper felt red hot anger surge through him when the first thing he heard when stepping through the door of your shared home were those pretty whimpering moans he absolutely adored - except he wasn’t the one making those moans happen. He was just about to stomp over and break the door down, maybe fish out his gun from its holster and beat the shit out of some lowlife who thought they could pleasure you in his bed; that was until he heard the high-pitched whine of “fuck… Jim”, flow from your lips and out through the crack in the door.

A smug smirk crept up onto his face, crinkling his eyes and lifting his moustache. With a puffed out chest and confident bounce in his walk, he slowly pushed open the door to reveal the very thing he was expecting - you, on the bed, with two of your fingers disappearing inside your pathetically sopping hole whilst you simultaneously tried to rub tight circles on your clit with your other hand. Your eyes were shut tight, but he could still see the frustrated tears that wet your eyelashes and threatened to run down your cheeks; his pants suddenly felt very tight having to look at you struggle to bring yourself the same level of pleasure he could give you. Jim Hopper - the smug bastard - could apparently become smugger, thanks to you and your inability to touch yourself with those nimble fingers of yours.

Hopper cleared his throat loudly, which made your eyes snap open in shock. The shock, however, didn’t last long before an exaggerated pout pulled your lips down and your hands reached out to him.

“Hopper,” you whined and made grabby hands at him, frustrated tears now spilling from your eyes freely.

He smacked his tongue against his teeth, walking toward you with slow and controlled movements, “what’s going on here?” he asked, pointing at you with feigned disinterest.

“I know I’m not supposed to… but you were late and I couldn’t wait… and I- I… everything’s so achy, but it doesn’t f-feel as good as when you do it, please Hop,” you rambled through whines, clawing at his arm when he sat himself down on the bed beside you, still not showing any emotion.

“You poor thing, huh?” Hopper grunted, slowly crawling further onto the bed to hover over you. His eyes trailed down your body, taking in the sight of you in one of his shirts that drowned you in fabric, letting his eyes glide down to the glistening arousal between your legs and then up to your wide-eyed stare and tear-stained cheeks.

One of your hands found home on his cheek, caressing the rough stubbled skin gently, “please, Hop… I’ll let you do anything you want to me.. just help me, please,” you pleaded in a whispering voice.

Finally, the smug look he had been concealing bled onto his face as he let his hand wander lightly down your torso, pinching lightly at the flesh through his shirt.

“I didn’t know I needed your permission for that.”

#jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #julia’s sin posts #gill🐟

[termagax]

notes for a gag that idk if im gonna actually draw out

#what kind of soap they use [how they feel about the concept of showering] #a lot of people seem to insist that jr would be avoidant to showering on purpose #but idk. kid grew up with no safe/running water i think a hot shower would be so luxurious #i just think his priority is less on getting/being/staying clean and just more on it feels good #fish just doesnt like it #they cant do it too often anyways because i think itd dry them out and also soap probably feels bad in the gills. but he would make them #do it at least every once in a while. on account of they smell like shit. #🐟

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Daily fish fact #4 062 993

General fish fact!

Fish have gills maybe. Sometimes, I think? Uhh....

#fish #fishfact #fish facts #marine biology #biology #zoology #general fish fact

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Only 100 years old... he shouldve been at the blub :(

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🖤 pandawhale follow

Liveblogging my migration! ;)

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Swimming

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Swimming

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Swimming

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Found a fish! Ate it >:)

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Swimming

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Swimming!!!

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My sister and I bullied this humpback for a lil before our ma told us to stop. What a party pooper..

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Swimming and balancing a fish on my head B)

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Swimming

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Sorry forgot to update. Swimming!

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Swimming..... still swimming....

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Cod why did I think this was a good idea we're just swimming a dozen million miles and that's it

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So, um... what was that about the fish?

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"Hey, did you hear about the recent-"

No, I didn't. I'm literally so unbothered by fishcourse I couldn't care less. I'm just goin with the flow. Riding the waves. Chilling. Moisturised and in my lane. Do you think the moss on my back signifies anything other than my peaceful adn pacifist nature. I'm just a Guy

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OOOHHHH MY COD YOU FRYS!!! You have no idea holy carp holy carp theres this one atlantic salmon migrating at the same time as me,,,, says we're going to the same river,,, her sides are such a gorgeous rich chestnut colour and shes so large compared to me and her belly accentuates her curves and shape in the best way! Her scales are so shiny too? Shes practically glowing!!! UGH every time we swim next to each other i wish there was a small creek so that she'd be forced to swim over me and crush me with her whole body weight

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Horny on main again?

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Oh, when I post about MY crushes its suddenly soo strange and unusual? Sure mr. "where can i find a salmon who will bite me right". sure. It's literally the season!

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You cannot prove I said that.

#/hj #hush hush #lets just pretend neither of us said anything thanks ;))

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Felt bored. Doodled this.

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🐠 damselfish-in-distress follow

Ngl I really hate how barren fish representation actually is :( There's two types of fish ever. Fish and shark and sometimes ray. They always show generic fishes only, like nonspecific fishes with one or two primary colours plastered on the side. Where are the pipefishes? The anemonefishes? The anglerfishes? The damselfishes? The morays? The hogfishes? The groupers? The marlins, the tunas? Even the wrasses???? There are never any specific species, just red fish, blue fish, that's it!

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I would also like to bring up unflattering fishes. It's always reef fishes that get their spotlight to shine, but I've never even seen another stargazer portrayed in a good light on TV

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!!!! This is so true! There's so many of us who never get our chance to be seen anywhere and it makes me so sad :( No diversity at all in the casts of recent underwater movies.

🦈 zzz-in-pyjamas-zzz follow

even the representation that does exist for specific fishes sucks. sharks like myself never see ourselves be shown as anything other than bloodthirsty killers :( we get generalised into a single stereotype of a big gray murderbeast

🔲 among-the-sea-weeds-deactivated follow

Anemonefishes are underrepresented?? umm okay. so we're just gonna pretend like a clownfish didn't star in the single biggest fish movie of all time? Where the sharks are portrayed as nice people mind you so why are you even whining. okay. sure. cool. Really need more clownfish movies out there!!!!

🪸 acidicanemone follow

No need to be passive aggressive @among-the-seaweeds-deactivated. You say anemonefishes are oversaturated in the media? In that case, point me to the seemingly abundant movies where two-band anemonefishes are the main character? How about the ones with only Mauritian and orange-fin anemonefish leads? Red saddlebacks, tomato anemonefish, orange anemonefish, skunk anemonefish, wide-band anemonefish, I could go on. Just because one species of anemonefish, the clown anemonefish, starred in one movie doesn't mean that the rest have it super nice and cozy.

Finding Nemo wasn't even too good for clown anemonefishes either. It's the only movie many have seen that even features a clownfish in a speaking role. My anemonefish roommate has often had people calling her Nemo or asking her to tell a joke because it's a "funny gag" from the movie. It's the first thing people tell her when they meet her a lot of the time. Trust me, the only person who has a problem with better fish species representation is you.

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Did

Did you also miss the part where the shark goes on a massive murder rampage over two (2) tiny fishes because he smelled A Blood

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This person had a ton of anti-dolphin posts on their account too, why am I not surprised 😭😭😭 We need to pull each other up, not put a whole subfamily down for cod's sake. Anemonefishes are called "Nemofish" to this day and age still

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"We need to pull each other up, not put a whole subfamily down."

Beautifully said.

#deep sea talks #long post #fishcourse

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Just moved into my new place! It's this wonderful sandy crevice with a beautiful view of the kelp and a good nice rocky back wall for support. Hope the neighbours are nice and don't throw their sand into my hole like at my last neighbourhood

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hey

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what the fuck

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can someone please come hang out with me in the deep sea? :( it's so boring here...

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I can! :)

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wonderful! Come Closer please. to the Light.

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RIP @shrimpy-wimpy it's been more than 3 hours 💀💀💀💀

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hopital

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SHE LIVED!!!????????

#WHAT THE FUUUUUUUU

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Pictures of my transition journey :}

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Oh look at you !!!!! You look so much happier and more comfortable in your latest picture! So happy for you!!

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I can't wait to go through my transition myself :]c

#only i'll vbe transitioning in the opposite direction haha #*be

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New drawing of a terramaid!! 👩👩🐟🐟

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Okay but imagine if terramaids we're actually real. To live on land there scales would probably be all dry and rough-textured! Brushing against them would immediately ruin your slimecooat, probably

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Ah, thanks. I hate it.

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Since they're half human and humans have hair, what if they had

THESE!???

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NOOOOO DON'T RUIN TERRAMAIDS LIKE THIS FOR ME ⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️

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There's more. With a human lower half, they most likely give birth to live young as well. And with mammalian reproduction habits comes the, well....

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STOP THIS SHADNESS THIS INSTANT

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Since they have a human lower half with a human digestive system that means they have a human diet too, right?

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why

🐋 big-blue-offishial follow

Too much time in our flippers, dear.

Oh, and a need to make everything cursed. Of course.

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Please stop reblogging this 😭😭😭 I just wanted to show off my art

#not my art #im so tired i keep getting notifs for this post #let me rest

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*moves one inch*

#unreality #tw unreality #fake post #fakeposting #fake posts #marine biology #aquatic #my art #fishblr #long post #teeth tw #teeth #merfolk #mermaid #fish

[wasyago]

picture it, youre in a bathroom stall, not shitting or anything you just wanted to get away from whatever event is happening and are currently scrolling thru ur go to socmed on ur phone, you hear a stall next to you open and close and a loud clanging as an ass lands on the toilet seat, you expect to hear pissing or someshit but instead i start talking as if im in church and this is a confessional

i. love your art, really i do, and uve probably heard this a few times since ur a fairly popular artist, but whatever, i think of your art often, almost everytime i draw even, something about the shapes you use and the way the colors on your art permeate through my skin and warm up my bones, and i especially love your just roll with it art, PARTICULARLY,how you draw gillion, looking at your gillion fills me with rage, with PALPABLE. INDESCRIBABLE. RED HOT JEALOUSLY. ive never even watched riptide, i look at your gillion and want to do something violent and unnecessary to him, i look at your gillion and my skin itches and my scalp tingles and i resist the urge to bite something attached to me, the innate NEED. the fucking LONGING. the pure WANT, in my skin, to split apart and create gills, to go hundreds of thousands of meters deep into the ocean and never come back is almost unbearable, and i see your gillion, and i think of his silly fishy life, how he gets to live slightly most forever, and go on adventures and have a little frogtopus guy and i SEETHE and i drive myself crazyreaching to a reality i'llnever achieve and watching this whimsical fucking fish get to LIVE LIKE THIS !!!!!!! THAT SHOULD BE ME !!!!!!! I DONT GIVE A FUCK THAT HES GONE THROUGH THE HORRORS THAT SHOULD BE ME ❗❗❗❗❗❗ (you hear me banging on the bathroom stall walls) I DESERVE TO BE A FUCKING FISH WITH LITTLE PIRATE FRIENDS !!!!!! I DESERVE TO GLISTEN A LITTLE BECAUSE IM MOIST AT ALL TIMES !!!! I DESERVE FINS. I DESERVE GILLS. I DESERVE A FUCKING BIG ASS FISH TAIL ❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗sssiigghhhhh.................

now you may be wondering, why in the flying fish FUCK am i sending this to you, its simple...how often do you get a crazy insane ask like this.... how often do you get to read a paragraph of pure fish jealousy, i send you this.....to entertain....and to express the most genuine parts of me....

and because i need to be medicated in some way probably

-🐟

#yagotalk

[bichitomuerto]

꒰FiSH / OCEAN NPTs ꒱

my gf suggested this one !!

NAMES ::

Dylan ; Marina ; Coral ; Cove ; Nina ; Meena ; Timin ; Coralie ; Tallulah ; Sachiel ; Marissa ; Finley ; Jack ; Molly ; Ray ; Shark ; Pike ; Brooke ; Fisher ; Oceanus ; Lake ; Oscar ; Pearl ; Summer ; Shelly ; Aqua

PRONOUNS ::

sea / seas ; fish / fishy ; drip / drop ; water / waves ; 🌊 / 🌊s ; bay / bays ; fin / fins ; shell / shells ; squid / squids ; 🦈 / 🦈s ; eel / eels ; glub / glup ; aqu / aqua ; blue / blues ; 🐟 / 🐟s ; bleu / bleus

USERNAMES ::

oceanicklutz ; friendlyshark ; 0c34nf4n ; dripdrop ; crystalclearwaves ; l1ttlejellyf1shy ; waves.mp3 ; itssummersomewhere ; oceanagel ; m0onsfav ; bleuself ; imamermaid ; fishfanatic ; homelycoral ; wavyblues ; glubglubshere

TiTLES ::

[ prn ] who swims ; [ prn ] whom brings on the waves ; The sea ; The [...] who drifted ; The [...] who lives in corals ; The [...] of the blue waves ; [ prn ] who lives underwater ; The [...] with gills ; The mermaid

#npt list #nput #npt ideas #name help #pronoun suggestions #npt pack #npt suggestions #npt #username ideas #neopronouns #pronouns #gender #oceancore #ocean #ocean npt

[puppycheesecake]

Sim Lookbook - Nikki. 🐟🚀

Mermaid, in space! (She and Hedvig are putting together a crew.)

General: Skintone / Hair / Brows / Eyes / Teeth / Ears / Freckles / Scales 1 / Scales 2 / Scales 3 (Legs) / Gills / Nails Everyday: Top / Shorts / Arm + Leg Wraps / Shoes Formal: Top / Skirt / Shoes / Necklace Athletic: Top / Shorts / Socks / Shoes / Hand Wrap (Werewolves) / Watch + Bracelet Sleep: Top / Shorts Party: Top / Pants / Shoes / Wristband / Goggles Swimwear: Outfit Hot Weather: Outfit / Socks / Shoes / Gloves / Backpack Cold Weather: Jumpsuit + Shoes Bonus (Swimwear): Swimsuit / Scales (Gloves) / Headpiece Bonus (Everyday): Outfit / Mask

Thank you! @lamatisse @simomo-cc @goppolsme @teanmoon @pyxiidis @ssspringroll @caryssimscc @weepingsimmer @shandir @simulationcowboy @regina-raven @arethabee @madlensims @kikiw-sims @arltos @saruin @ceeproductions @mmsims @liliili-sims4 @ts4eve @solistair @helsoseira @dallasgirl79 @caio-cc @plazasims @bluecravingcc @anvilesi @stamsim @dansimsfantasy @bustedpixels @renorasims @redearcat @astya96cc @star-rear-admiral 

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 lookbook #sims 4 lookbook #lookbook #sims #space!

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

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

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~King of the Dragonfish: Chapter 19 ~

Never has he faced such a challenge as this, but, as a sith of his caliber, Maul could do nothing else besides rise to the occasion. As with any test of skill or resolve, this new challenge was merely a hurdle to be overcome. Failure was not an option.

That he was fighting the ocean and sky itself bore little significance in the matter.

He would fight. He would endure.

Heaving through his gills for more air, and dizzy from strain, the dragonfish sith swims deeper into the seas off the coast of Theed. Between his webbed, widespread fingers is a bubble of air, and inside that bubble of air is a loaf of bread.

Most of Maul's spoils from this latest venture to the surface were gathered in the appropriated cloth bag streaming behind him, hung from his shoulder.

The tea leaves he was able to find double sealed within a tin. Lemons too, contained in only their rind. The honey, in a rippled orb that had partially bent in on itself under the pressure, remained viable. There was a discarded tea pot in his… collections that would serve for production.

Maul even, even, had a block of butter tucked away in the bag, though the surface was bound to be extra salted by the time he made it, so to speak. He had everything necessary to keep his promise, and, nearly everything in place to secure the possibility of a repeat.

The loaf situation, however, was proving to be extremely vexing.

He swims slow, jaw clenched, and fights his way forward while holding steady the ball of low pressure air around bread sample number seven. Surrounding that orb, he holds a dome of force that keeps back the physical presence of the sea.

Darth Maul would bring ‘bread not drowned in salt water’ back to his caves. Not a dough ball, not a wet mess, and absolutely not nothing.

He would.

He does.

The sith lord has a trickle of blood running from his nose, but he makes it to his home and into the air pockets therein with one breadloaf, unwatered, and still relatively fluffed.

“...what in the blazes happened to you?” his prisoner mutters from the bed, hazy eyed and buried under sail cloth.

Maul licks the blood away from his upper lip, and carefully brings his hard won token over with him. He curls himself downward at the edge of the bed, still fixated on the object held suspended between his hands.

“Does-” he starts, struggling to speak and hold it at the same time, “flat bread count as bread?”

Slightly glassy blue eyes stare at him, then look at the floating carbohydrates, then squint a bit at him… it takes the sickened jedi a solid minute to put together what was happening.

Kenobi groans into the arm under his cheek. “Are you using the force to keep plain white bread from collapsing into a bloody pita due to atmospheric pressure, because you want another kiss? Is that what's happening here?”

Maul growls, forcing out, “answer. the. question.”

“You're bleeding,” the witless man comments.

“Jedi.”

With a beleaguered sigh, Kenobi capitulates. “Flatbread will do, good grief. Please stop.”

Carefully, Maul releases his hold on the density of molecules between his fingers, holding in a moan of relief. Perhaps he'd pushed himself a bit much, all things considered. He had not done such a technical working in the force since… before.

Maul lets the energy fall away from the rapidly condensing loaf, leaving it to settle while he instead focuses on reclaiming air and ignoring the tinnitus echoing around his skull. He slouches, forearms on the side of the bed to hold him up.

A hand lands on his head, cupping the side of it. The sith looks up to assess the threat, he has to, and stretches himself outward in the force…

...but the touch is light, and it's intention lighter still. The dragonfish sith can feel Kenobi’s exasperation and… and these other things he has no name for.

Fingers stroke the skin between his horns, and he droops.

The contrast between the strenuous effort to get here, and the warm greeting that welcomed him back… the dichotomy makes the welcome all the better.

Maul sloughs off the shoulder bag and pushes himself upward and closer until he's on the bed too. Though the sith is not sure he likes the squish of the mattress, he very much likes the pliant, sleep-warm jedi in the bed. All other factors could be disregarded.

“...bother,” Kenobi mumbles.

“I intend to, yes,” Maul agrees, lifting the sail cloth out of the way until he can get close enough to spoon the other man against his front.

The jedi doesn't even quibble about it.

Perhaps there is some merit to letting Kenobi get himself sick by being foolish, if this compliant lethargy was the result.

“You're cold,” the man complains.

“Then warm me up,” Maul suggests, smirking as he wipes stray blood off his face with the back of a wrist.

His prisoner makes an aggravated noise, “must you crowd me like this?”

Maul answers that question by running his hand down the front of the body he is curled around, finding that which he'd like to have, and cupping it.

Kenobi swallows with a click.

The dragonfish sith presses no further, settling in to rest right where he is for a while. Maul is… very tired from getting that bread down here.

Yes, he will take a moment to rest his eyes, indulge in… this.

Then, he will… get up and make…

the tea…

as promised…

He falls asleep without meaning to.

When next Maul opens his eyes, he's on his side, curled around the dwindling heat where his jedi should be.

The sith lifts his head looking for the missing presence. He doesn't have to look far. Kenobi has stolen back his clothing, and sits on the edge of the bed, fully dressed except boots. The dented pot Maul had thought to utilize sits over on the magma rock, balanced atop it and giving off a trace of steam.

A crunch sound comes from the other man.

The dragonfish sith perks up curiously, and drags himself over on his arms. He discovers that Kenobi has over-warmed bread like he over-cooks meat, and slathered it with butter. There he sits, looking off into the distance, nibbling his food and sipping on a cup of tea. Maul settles back down beside him.

“You are recovered?” he asks, feeling like perhaps he has not quite done so after fighting the seas.

“Well enough,” Kenobi replies, cuddling with the somewhat damaged but still functional teacup from the stacks.

Maul hums with self satisfaction. “Tea with honey and lemon, as promised. Bread not soaked in sea water, as agreed.”

“Not quite,” the jedi says with a soft laugh, eyes twinkling as he looks over, “limes are not the same thing as lemons.”

The sith makes a face. “The fruit is… wrong?”

Grrrrrr.

“The fruit is wrong,” Kenobi confirms, leaning over to kiss his brow, wiping the wrinkle from it.

Maul blinks, thoroughly confused.

…why is he being rewarded for failure?

“I will find these lemons on my next trip…” Maul stalls out for a moment, then overcomes his pride to ask, “...what is the difference? How are they identified?”

The jedi sighs, finishing off his toast and washing it down with the last of his tea. Then, Maul watches him set the cup down in favor of turning to face him.

“Maul… thank you, for the tea. It was hearting to have, even without the lemon.”

The dragonfish sith squints at the other man, suspicious. Something was… off.

“Yesss,” he agrees slowly.

“Now, we need to discuss- That is to say...” Kenobi sighs, “I really don't know how to approach this, so I suppose I shall just… out with it. You've been strangely accommodating thus far, despite- well.”

Maul rises up onto his palms from where he had settled down, suspicious and listening.

Watery blue eyes meet his, coming closer… closer… Kenobi's hand cups his jaw, so gentle it only raises his hackles more.

“I need a break from the pressure down here, please… if I give you my communication device, and swear to return here of my own volition, just as I relinquished my lightsaber, will you take me to the surface for a while? An afternoon perhaps?”

Maul hisses. Up? The jedi wants to go UP?

Does Kenobi think he is a fool?

“You will run,” the sith accuses, bearing his teeth.

Kenobi shakes his head. “I will not.”

“You will!” he shouts, “do not LIE TO ME!”

“I’ll not try to escape. Not even if master Yoda shows up with my padawan and the best ship in the fleet,” the jedi swears.

Maul snarls, and opens his mouth to begin berating Kenobi, but the man short circuits his rising anger by kissing him. Once, twice, these lingering taste tests that scatter his thoughts, and oh, it is warm and good… but…

The other man chases Maul as he tries to pull away, tries to hold onto his fury. Thrice he is kissed, and again, and on, until the dragonfish sith is on his back once more, the jedi leaned over him, a hand on either side of his head. Down they sink, until he can't see or focus on anything besides Kenobi Kenobi Kenobi…

The jedi tastes of tea and honey. Maul winds claws into beige and brown robes, torn between shoving him off and dragging him in. He gets dizzy quickly, being the focus of so much horrible affection. He… perhaps… makes a noise unbefitting a lord of the sith. Kenobi only gives an encouraging hum in return. Time wanders off, until Maul isn't sure what they were talking about anymore.

Of course, the jedi proceeds to ruin it by reminding him.

“Please, Darth Maul,” the man whispers to him, the cold tip of his nose dragging against Maul's cheek, “Take me up for a little while. I want fresh air and sun. I need a respite from the constant pressure.” Another kiss. “Please.” Another. “I won't leave.”

The sith wraps his arms around the jedi, and drags the man down underneath him. He is not shaking. He is not.

“I will not let you,” he snarls messily into Kenobi’s face. “You are my prisoner! This is my revenge!”

The jedi lays beneath him, compliant and unspeaking, just staring upward with a patient gaze.

He wants to say no, it is a risk, why should he take it? He wants to say yes, he knows it will earn more favor. He wants to claw this wrenched jedi to pieces. He wants to sink inside him and never leave.

“You… you will never leave,” is what finally tears itself from his throat.

“I will not run off if you take me to the surface,” Kenobi agrees mildly.

Maul hisses, and adds, “You will not try to send a message of any kind. You will not see or speak to anyone else. You will not hide from me, or- or-... you will not flee.”

“Yes, you have my word, on all of that, barring accidentally seeing someone else. I can't really control that, you know.”

People? If he saw another person? A lone, lost jedi... they would try to take him, wouldn't they? To save him.

Maul shakes his head, “no… no. You don't need to go, you don't need sun, you are-”

The jedi starts kissing him again, more softness in one go than he's gotten in his entire life, all the while whispering his arguments between them. Somewhere between fingers petting endless circles into his back where skin meets scales, and a pale neck bared willingly to his mouth, Maul loses the fight in a way that felt very similar to winning.

He takes Kenobi to the surface.

Maul does this, despite no small list of reservations, by sharing the air from his lungs and rising slowly through the sea to prevent diver's sickness.

When they surface, it is just after dawn. Maul deposits the jedi on the shore of an island that has all of five coconut trees, a few bushes, some reeds, a smattering of grass, and one large rock. Nothing else.

The dragonfish sith retreats, and begins to make slow, watchful laps of the island with only his eyes above the water line. There's nothing on the horizon in any direction, but surely the jedi can sense the energy that is all the organic life over on the continent where Theed lies. It will make no difference. At the first sign of ship or search, Maul has every intention of snapping up his prisoner and returning to the caves. Should a ship come by air, he will see it. The sky is mostly clear, with only a few scattered clouds, and few have the cloaking capacity of his own vessel.

The sith infiltrator is still his… even if he cannot remember how to fly it.

More importantly! Should a threat begin to approach on the water, he will-

Kenobi is shirtless.

Maul blinks, pulled out of his thoughts as he double takes. The morning sun is shining down on the jedi as he sits on the beach, eating a coconut and sun bathing in nothing but pants. In the bright light, he can make out these faint marks… freckles. They're called freckles, he remembers.

Kenobi is all thin waist and muscular shoulders, peach tones in the sunshine, covered in freckles, with all that soft, coppery hair...

The dragonfish sith continues lapping the little island, now primarily watching it's sole occupant.

After a while, Kenobi finishes his fruit, and starts running through saber forms. He goes slow, steady, posture relaxing as he moves about under the sun. Then, the jedi stretches out, bending and twisting, flipping and cartwheeling. After that, the he begins…

…picking reeds? Reeds. For what reason?

Maul slows, getting closer to the shore.

Yes, the jedi is gathering plants, selectively thinning but not killing any of the mother plants. Most he considers then keeps. Others are tossed away.

“What are you doing?” he eventually must ask.

Kenobi replies without stopping. “I'm going to make a basket, I think. If I can remember how. It's been a bit since I handmade something like this -since I was a child in the creche, actually- but I believe I remember the jist of it.

Maul scoffs, beaching himself to get closer. He takes a furtive look around, but seeing nothing of note, the sith rises up on his long black tail fin and sways closer.

“Why are you wasting time making a basket of all things?”

“Hmmm,” Kenobi replies, lifting a flimsier sample plant and then discarding it. “For the fun of it, I suppose? It's been a… trying week. I deserve a bit of pleasant time wasting.”

Maul crosses his arms, watching the idiot jedi gather an ever larger bundle of flexible greens. “This is what jedi crechelings waste their time on? Weaving? No wonder your order is so pathetic.”

Kenobi scoffs. “Didn't you do craft projects when you were younger? Make things to show your friends? Your master?”

The sith imagines making a basket and then presenting it to Sidious. His face scrunches up. “My master would have thrown me into the walls and then electrocuted me for wasting my time and his with baskets.”

The jedi stops his gathering to turn and look at him, his expression twisting with... something pained. Adjacent to pain.

Maul snorts in amusement. What a delightful face! “What need has a lord, of the skill to weave grass into a container?” he asks with a sneer.

“It's… not about need, ” the man offers, frowning.

“Hmph. My time was better spent learning how to survive the elements, to persevere through hunger and thirst…” The sith grins as a thought occurs to him, and he leans closer to taunt the other man. “...the self same things I do not expect of a soft jedi like you.”

Kenobi huffs, turning away. “I've known each of those, but because I chose to face them as a… older child. Mostly older. Jedi as whole learn what it is to do without… but not as a youngling.”

“Soft,” Maul accuses with that smug amusement still pulling on him.

“I rather think you like soft things,” Kenobi drawls, “you remark as such on my hair nearly every time you touch it.”

The dragonfish sith’s brows furrow. Does he have a predilection for soft things? Maul is still musing on this when the jedi finishes collecting his reeds, and finds a spot in the grass under the shade to sit down.

“Maul?” the other man calls, “... do you want to learn how to make a basket?”

to be continued next week...

-Tag list- (Comment if you want added!)

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New? Start from Chapter 1! 👇🏽

#king of the dragonfish #darth maul #star wars #obi wan kenobi #zabrak #sith #nightbrothers #Jedi #naboo #mermaid romance #mermaid au #obimaul #spicy content #minors dni #theed au #kotd #obiwan kenobi #obiwan #Obi-Wan Kenobi x Darth Maul #deep ocean #deep sea horrors #fanfiction #star wars fandom #Star wars fanfiction #ao3 #turning this into a weekly fic haha #otherwise i can't keep up

[rdrsims]

Fish girl 🐟🍥

skin, eyes, eyeliner, nosemask, spotlight, algae, scales, hands, ears&gills, antennae, arm/leg gradient, top, bottom

❤ CC creators: @obscurus-sims @evilquinzel @caio-cc @weepingsimmer @sims3melancholic @simandy @pyxiidis @ssspringroll @dansimsfantasy @@plazasims @dissiasims

Pose by @helgatisha

#ts4 #ts4cc #my sims #mermaid #fantasy #simblr #sims 4

[lowlevelkoboldadventures]

Fun Kobold Fact #49: 🐟❔

In the rare instances where kobolds were discovered before dragons, kobolds were thought to have evolved from fish because of their scales!

They really weren't smart back then huh... WE DON'T EVEN (usually) HAVE GILLS!!! 🗣️

#kobold #kobold facts

[potekosblog]

yokovina 🐟🦇 (yoko x Divina) hc cuz the actress confirms it

Yoko gives a head noggin but its affectionately 

Divina: "your so annoying" /pos 

Divina is the jealous one in the relationship

Divina has multiple annoying pets names (yolks, sea urchins, sea slug, baby fangs) 

Yoko is the "sup baby girl" lesbian

Sky and sea, fangs and gills, moon and sea dynamic!

 A lot of foreheads kisses ( ˘ ³˘)

 A lot of hair playing

 Yoko cries blood tears (vampire lore) and Yoko finds it annoying cuz it freaks people out but Divina loves them

Yoko and Divina have been together for centuries 

Yoko has memorized Divina's blood type and smell (vampire love language)

#yokovina #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #rare pairing #sapphic

[saintlike78]

can i have Invisible strings🪞: Hurt/comfort for hopper plz? 🥺

Join the celebration 🥀

(It’s implied that there is a significant age difference between Hopper and reader)

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“You can’t be serious, Hopper!” You groan, throwing your hands up before crossing them over your chest and huffing like an annoyed child.

That’s exactly how you felt - annoyed, irritated or any other word that describes upset. You’re not really sure how this argument started or what exactly you’re fighting about, but at this point, it’s fighting for pride and ego more than having the will to back down and just laugh it off. And it didn’t look like Hopper was ready to back down either; his ears were tinted red and his fists were clenched by his sides, his voice loud and gruff - raised almost to a yell of frustration.

“God, sometimes…” he grunts, voice tinged with anger as he trails off.

“Sometimes what? Spit it out, Jim!”

“Sometimes it makes sense why people say I’m too old for you because you’re just so fucking immature!” he spits, looking you dead in the eye with much more fire and rage than you’ve ever seen, especially directed toward you.

Your eyes widen the tiniest amount and now the reason for your argument is completely lost on you; something about you wanting him to not be home so late and him saying he will, but you don’t believe him because of the thousands of empty promises of the exact same thing… but at this point, it could’ve been anything and you kinda wish it was anything else than this heavy tension looming around the two of you as you stand on opposite ends of the small living room.

You’re not exactly sure what to say anymore, you’re in half a mind to yell something just as mean back at him, but the thoughts - very loud thoughts - cloud your brain and any rebuttal you had. The age difference was never something that exactly bothered you, just scared you a little because of that very reason he so gracefully stated - what if you were too immature… just a stupid child in too deep with a man who just saw you as stupid and irrational. You had never told him about your thoughts, scared that he would realize that you were probably right and leave you right then and there, but now you knew he not only thought the same thing but would use it against you.

Warm, salty tears stung at your eyes and the only thought running through your mind was just no no no no no, you didn’t want to give him another reason to think of you as immature; his crybaby girlfriend who couldn’t even handle a grown-up argument without breaking down in tears.

Turning your back to him you tried to stutter up something, but only a small unfinished “I…-I” left your mouth. You tried as subtly as possible to cover your mouth and muffle the sobs that threatened to spill even with you willing them down again.

Hopper stood frozen in place, not expecting your reaction and the way you shrunk in on yourself - the pure heartbreak in your eyes was enough to remove any anger he had in his own. When you turned your back to him however and he heard a small muffled sniffle, he was quickly snapped out of his trance and stepped over to you with quick long strides.

Never really one to ask for permission to comfort, he grabbed at your arm gently to turn you around before pulling you into his chest and engulfing you in his arms. Once you felt the warmth of his large chest press against your face, you couldn’t keep it at bay any longer and the first tears slipped from your eyes with a choked sob.

“Hey, hey, sweetheart… shh shh,” he soothed, smoothing a large hand up and down the expanse of your back.

“I’m s-sorry,” you choked out through sobs, nuzzling further against his soft chest.

“For what, honey?”

“For being so… so immature. You have so much to deal with and the last thing you need is your immature girlfriend yelling at you when you get home,” you cry, sniffling between words.

As gently as he can he grabs at your arms to pull you the smallest amount away from his chest forcing you to look up at him. He looks almost sad, eyes twinged with regret as he takes in your tearful face, “hey, don’t say that. I’m sorry I said that… you’re not immature, if anything I’m the immature one. I was just frustrated, I didn’t meant it, honey.”

“It must have come from something,” you muttered, picking at a button on his brown uniform instead of looking at his face.

“I promise it had nothing to do with you, baby. You were making so much sense… I’m sorry, I was just tired and frustrated and just said the first thing I thought of and that was unfair,” he spoke softly, hooking a finger under your chin to angle your face up again, “forgive me?”

You sniffled, pretending to think it over, but eventually nodding with a small smile.

He smiled widely at you and pulled you back into his chest, squeezing you against him as he let out a relieved breath.

#it’s my party 5.2k celebration #jim hopper #jim hopper blurb #jim hopper x reader #gill🐟 #stranger things #stranger things blurb

[termagax]

⭐ AND 👁 :3

⭐ Who's more likely to seek out attention from their partner?

FISH. deepsea is a little attention-craving monster they WILL find a way to get his attention if it kills them. generally hes pretty good at ignoring them if he wants to but a lot of the time its more about doing a Bit than it is actually ignoring hir.

👁 What's your favorite physical trait of your F/O? What's their favorite physical trait of yours?

MY FAVOURITE? god i dont know hes so hot. if i had to pick something i guess id go with his hands? theyre so fucking HUGE and hes got nice arms and i think. a lot. about his hands. because im normla. for his favourite uh. i dont actually know ive never really thought about it before. maybe how short they are? or how expressive their face is, i think hed find it cute and endearing...

#my favourite things about fish and my little fixations are like their gills and tail and stuff but i think in practice itd probably be #kinda gross. because theyre a fish and vaguely amphibious theyd always be kind of slimy. for moistures sake. and i think thatd be yucky. #i feel like i always say hands though. its not my fault theyre the most beautiful and awesome part of the human body and also i want his in #my mouth and other places also #idk i could probably wax poetic about the stuff about them that he likes but its kind of embarrassiiiiiing #🐟 #i think mostly it all comes back to the size difference tho. how lean and bony they are and how smalll they are in his big huge haaaaaaands #gay shit like that

[invisi-idol]

sea / marine life npt ! 🌊

requested by : @otomeroids

₊˚⊹⋆ names :

shelly , shark , siren , sporty , summer , treasure , pippy , pearl , patience , wyvern , willow , windsor , world , verulean , cerulean , blue , bonnie

₊˚⊹⋆ pronouns :

float / floats , fin / fins , fish / fishies , star / stars , shark / sharks , shell / shells , sink / sinks , sand / sands , sea / seas , eel / eels , bay / bays , beach / beachs , wave / waves , wash / washs , whale / whales , coral / corals , ocean / oceans , mer / mers , aqua / aquas , gill / gills

:0 / :0s

🐠 / 🐠s , 🐡 / 🐡s , 🦈 / 🦈s , 🐟 / 🐟s , 🌊 / 🌊s

₊˚⊹⋆ titles :

the wave - chaser , the beach wanderer , ( prn ) who worships the sea / ocean , ( prn ) who has gills , the mermaid / merman / mermain , ( prn ) who lives underwater , ( prn / noun ) who is covered in scales / barnacles

#🎀 ~ another win !

[pancakey-haley]

Self indulgent Shachi 🐋🫣

I had a dream he had gills and ate a raw fish 🫢 🐟🍴

I am absolutely in love 😗🥰😂

#one piece #one piece fanart #heart pirates #shachi fanart #shachi penguin bepo #shachi and penguin #shachi #pirates of heart #heart pirates fanart

[existentialterror]

Hiii I’m Normal about Dr. Iceberg (red flag, I know) but his name being Julian is complete fanon! Idk where it originally came from, but he’s never referred to as Julian Finn in any onsite tale. The only time he’s been named on the wiki, as far as I know, is when he is called Ellis Gill in a tale called “But We Do Not Talk About That”. While last updated in 2022, was originally written in 2015. Why that name never caught on, I don’t know, but I’m kind of glad. Despite Iceberg being a misogynistic piece of shit, I’m intrigued by the fact that so much is unknown about his character.

Giving him a name detracts from the horror of his story, someone who was once a person being filed down and reshaped to fit a role perfectly, only to snap under pressure and take his own life. And then, if you go with the Resurrection canon/the calm tale, he gets brought back as a cyborg (Cyberg?) that blatantly states it doesn’t have a name. He can’t escape the foundation, even in death.

I’ll cut myself off there— If I don’t, I’m liable to write an entire novel in your inbox.

Fun fish fact (since, if I remember correctly, that is the toll for sending an ask): Lampreys have been around for 400 million years, and haven’t evolved much during that time!

(I forgot about this for a while, sorry!) (In response to this exchange with @scp-l4-clef-alto-001.)

YOOOO Nice research! Today I learned. Thank you! I don't think I'd heard "Finn" before, but I believe you that it's out there. Also thank you for the fish facts. The fish facts are not necessary to send me an ask but are MUCH appreciated. The hagfish is the relative of the lamprey and is another old jawless fish. It has two powers: producing LOTS of mucus, and tying itself in knots, both overhand and underhand. I'm gonna have to read more about ciguatoxins. ❤️🐟

Hey, in exchange for the nice ask and the research, here's a snippet I wrote a long time ago about Sophia Light and your guy. (I like him too! I think he's really interesting.) It's set in the Resurrection canon but back in the past, not long after Dr. Light was recruited to the Foundation. (Might end up on the site eventually but I hate to promise. If nothing else, you know, have this.)

-------------------

1997

Light shows up to her appointments on time. She’s trying out this business of being a person again, really giving it her all, and that’s one of the things she decides: she shows up on time. 

She’s at the entrance to Research five minutes before her assignment today. There are other two people there: a pretty woman with waves of black hair in business casual behind the receptionist deck, and a pretty man in a labcoat whose spiky hair is bleached at the tips. They’re flirting.

No, that’s not true. The man is flirting, voraciously, draped over the desk to get closer. The woman is listening, and looks bored, and tired. She catches Light’s eye, and rolls her eyes.

Light recognizes this situation from the before-world. She knows what to do. She squares her shoulders and walks right up to them. With the energy of a woman who realized yesterday that she has permanent institutional access to every academic journal ever, and has not regretted any sleep- or non-sleep-related decisions made since then, she says, “So do you know about sail jellyfish?”

She proceeds to tell the man about them, at length, for five straight minutes. The man is confused and unhappy but apparently transfixed. The woman restrains herself from laughing and drifts back to her computer screen.

“ - So that’s why the asymmetry is actually a fitness advantage,” she says, “So that they react differently to the same wind patterns and they won’t risk washing ashore. But because that’s basically random, the evolutionary pressure maintains a 50-50 balance.”

“Cool beans,” says the man, whose eyes have glazed over. “Hey, I gotta go, I’ve gotta meet up with someone - uh, Dr. Light, I think - ”

“I am Dr. Light,” Light says. 

The woman doesn’t bother muffling her guffaw. The man - Dr. Iceberg, presumably - looks uncomfortable and then flustered. Light mentally congratulates herself.

“You two are in the dissection room today, right?” the woman says, checking her computer. “Should be set up. Use the cart to move samples, do not lift large samples yourself, I do not care how strong you are, please and thank you. Decon’s ready, just go through the back. One at a time. Ice, you first.”

“Isn’t it set up for multiple people? There’s all the showers and everything - ”

The secretary shrugs. “New policy. Now get out of my sight, Ice.”

“Always good to see you, Break.” Iceberg shoots finger guns at her, as he heads to the decon room entrance.

“Drop dead,” Break calls after him.

They wait for the sounds of the door opening and closing. Break grins at Light. “Thanks for the spiel,” she says. “You got one of those locked and loaded all the time?”

“Usually you have to ask nicely first,” Light says, automatically, because affected confidence was sort of her go-to before, and it seems to be working for her so far. Then she remembers that the last thing this poor woman needs is someone else ambiguously hitting on her and feels bad. But Break just laughs.

“You know that guy?” Break asks.

“I’ve seen him around, I think? I’m - I’m bad with faces.”

“Yeah. Dr. Iceberg. He’s like that. Been a thorn in my fucking side for years. You know, the Foundation is usually pretty good about this kind of thing, in my experience. But Ice, he’s like, Gears’ special little boy, so he can get away with murder.”

Light is confused. “He’s Gears’ son?”

“No, god no - like, you know, he’s… he’s Gears’. …Doesn’t matter. I thought Ice got better for a while there, but it looks like he’s back on his bullshit.”

“Ugh,” Light agrees. 

The bulb over the decon chamber entrance turns green. Break tilts her head at it. “You’re doing, like, an autopsy, right?”

“A necropsy - uh, yeah.”

“Well, that’ll probably bring the mood down, you’ll be fine. He’s not the worst, honestly. But if you need, just say the word ‘Ice’ into the lab comms and I’ll fake an evac drill or something to get you out.”

“Thanks,” says Light. She tries to figure out how serious Break is. Break’s permanent wry plausibly-deniable customer service smile offers no hint.

Maybe Light’s overconfident. Maybe this whole business of being a person again has made her cocky. Perhaps she’s been away from a normal social fabric for so long that she’s lost sense of real implications and rules. But she finds she’s not too worried. “I think it’ll be fine,” she tells Break. “I have a lot more jellyfish facts.”

Break laughs, loudly. “Attagirl.” She waves Light into the decon chamber.

#light writes #sophia light #scp foundation #dr. iceberg #ask light #agent break #dr. light

[leaves-and-inks]

🐟 BARRACUDA 🐟

… which this american shad is certainly not!! I’m determined to keep up the classic rock naming, despite it not making a whole lot of sense here 😅

I was going to queue this and have it come out the same time as my instagram post, but I changed my mind and feel like posting this a little early :)

I’ve recently come to three conclusions:

1)moving is very annoying, especially if you’re one to misplace/lose things as it is

2)I may be biting off more than I can chew per usual with my summer plans, but I really hope not

3)storage space is Cool and Fun, and I wish it was more functional now that I’m home for the summer

But hey, I’ve got things mostly sorted now. A lot of its gonna be ongoing, but it’s manageable at the moment. Anyways, here’s my newest in the paper bag series!! Between this and my salmon for the daily drawings (you can find those on my instagram in the story highlights, I’ll link my profile below!!) It’s been nice drawing some fish!!

Link

[ID: A hand holding a black and white illustration on tan paper with uneven edges. behind it is a white tapestry with a pattern made up of illustrated green leaves, slightly out of focus. The illustration is a black fish (a shad) head and front flipper, looking down and right in profile view. It’s mouth is slightly open. All the details and the eye are sketched in with white, and the illustration itself sits within a white circle. it crops at its gills on the left hand side of the circle, it’s mouth and fin overlapping the shape. Behind the head at the same level of its late eye, the tail fins can be seen. A larger circle surrounding the fish head are vines with wild geraniums with stylized leaves and thorns. Most of the thorns, vines, and leaves are colored in black, but some are just a white outline. Some plant material breaks out from a larger circle behind them and the shad drawing, Over top of the plants radiating out from the center of the fish head are sketchy white lines. the paper is thin, and has a slight scaled pattern to it.

Image 2: cropped version of the previously described illustration. the photo goes to the edges of the page, and the illustration is centered. the radial lines on the top, bottom, and right of the page are slightly cropped.

Image 3: Crop on the shad’s face, details in the white ink becoming more apparent. The head is now tilted up, and crops most of the gills and plant life out.

Image 4: Crop focusing on the Shad’s scales and plant life. Only the top left quarter of the illustration is in frame. /end ID]

#art #illustration #artists on tumblr #leaves and inks #my art #witchy art #folk art #vulture culture #nature art #grunge art #fish #american shad #animal art #fish art #ink #black ink #white ink #recycled materials #botanical #geraniums #plant art #animals #nature #water #aesthetic #nature vibes #warm aesthetic #plants