#I NEED TO SMOOCH HIM

[dipperscavern]

I need Cregan tryna kiss his wife but his big (sexy sexy) nose means sometimes clumsy lil kisses and bumping noses, especially if it's a brief kiss or one that leads to THE THROES OF PASSION

brief kisses of departure that are rushed & clumsy & sometimes he pulls you back to him to kiss you properly (and makes you late)

ugh clumsy kisses because you both want each other so bad you don’t know what to do with yourself !! FAWK

[snazzynacho]

[squidflavoredsoup]

adam doodle i did earlier cuz i’m so in love w him I HATE HIM dude i GOTTA smooch him

[jellyfishoreo1206]

Artwork belongs to @neal-illustrator

Notes: This was partially inspired by The Island of Sea Women by Lisa Lee, a historical fiction depicting the history of the haenyeo (women divers) of Jeju Island during World War Two. A very good read, 10/10 would recommend! Considering of making this a small series :3

Context: (Name) comes from a lineage where all the women in her family are sent out at the age of 18 to live on a island far from the mainland for 15 years to learn to nurture and sharpen their skills for survival. When it is time for them to come home, they can either 1) be married off or 2) choose their own path of life. (Name) has been on the island for a total of 13 years, she is 31 years old.

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Pain. That is all he could feel.

Gods very much can't die–only fade away–but in his mind, Poseidon very much guesses this is how dying would feel. Every breath he took, every twitch, every splash of salt water against his open wounds—pain exploded throughout his nerves. Wave after wave, it didn't stop.

The sound of waves crashed against the rock he was left upon as the splash of the salted water sprayed upon his limp body, his trident not far from him—covered in his own ichor.

Stabbed by his own weapon and left to wallow in his humiliation and broken pride. His defeat was surely spreading rapidly across the realms, no doubt would he be faced with murmurs and jabs from those atop Olympus. Especially from his brother Zeus. He can already hear his annoying laugh from above.

Damn that Odysseus.

He strained to sit himself up, heaving painfully as his wounds pulsed and throb with protest. Ichor gushed from his wounds, covering the rocky surface with even more of the shimmering liquid.

In the many years he has lived, Poseidon never thought it was possible for a mortal to touch or better yet harm a god. Though, he never really tested this theory, did he? The only reason why mortals never dared to upset the gods was what the consequences may have been for them.

But what was he to do with this mortal? Anything he does to his island or family, the more does he risk the man hunting him down and stabbing him repeatedly. Scared, of a fucking mortal. He weakly scoffs, immediately regretting it when his lungs and throat flared with pain, a cough threatening to wrack through his wounded body.

He watches as the stormy clouds were slowing beginning to float away, transitioning from the almost black grey to pure white, rays of light peaking through and shining unto the glittering ocean. A drastic difference from what it was minutes ago.

A sudden thought crosses his mind, swirling, processing, and finally settling as he continues to watch the sky–blue eyes tracing the clouds various outlines.

With a deep breath, he closes his eyes, willing his body to cooperate.

They wouldn't notice his absence for a bit, right?

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Some believe living in isolation for long periods of time would drive even the strongest of warriors to insanity. And for most cases, that may be true. But that's not the case for your lineage.

Your head breaches the surface of the water, air rushing out of your lungs, making a short yet sharp whistling sound for all around to hear. Oxygen rushes back into your lungs, filling them with much needed air. Today has been another successful day of harvesting, swimming towards your small boat with what you caught flailing in your hands, attempting to escape.

Octopuses are quite tricky to catch to say, since you need to knock them out quickly before they rush away. Though it seems you didn't correctly knock this one out–no matter–with a swift hit from the hilt of your curved hook like tool, the octopus stopped it's flailing. Limp, but not dead.

You should hurry before it wakes.

Crawling into the boat, you place what you have caught in the wicker basket attached to the side of the boat–part of it submerged in the water that way whatever you caught stays alive–tightly securing the lid with a complicated knot before grabbing the paddles that were tied down to the floor of the cramped boat. Your goggles and equipment was unceremoniously thrown down in place of the paddles. That should be enough food for the next 3 days, you think, beginning to row back towards the island's shore.

Though, it would be a good idea to start preserving of what you caught, that way you're not over harvesting whenever you go out into the ocean... But you couldn't help yourself, constantly drawn to the water whenever the ocean called out to you, everytime you jumped into the water and are embraced by the soft pressure, marvelling at the beauty that lays hidden beneath the surface.

"The ocean is better than any mother," Recalling what your grandmother has once told you, "-for it will be here until the day you enter the fields of Asphodel, as it shall provide for you and comfort you, long after your own mother has passed on."

...

Longing filled your heart.

How much longer will it be till you see your family again? Thirteen long years it has been since you said your tearful goodbyes, yet everyday you still felt the absolute longing to be with your family once more.

To laugh without a care in the world with your siblings as you prank yet another one of the clueless villagers, collecting little pieces of small beauty alongside the sandy shore with your best of friends, enjoying the comfortable silences you have with your father as you both watched the sun rise over the horizon, teasing and chattering with your mother as you both roamed the halls late at night, and listening to the stories your grandmother told you whenever you were restless on certain nights.

...oh how you miss them..

Just two more years (name), two more years and you'll be home, you chided, shaking your head to rid of such negative feelings.

The feeling of the boat beaching onto the wet sand breaks you out of your thoughts, hurriedly detaching the wicker basket from the boat and tying it to your back before further pulling the boat ashore.

Well, time to get this day started, yeah?

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It wasn't often that Poseidon reverted to this form of his, since he didn't really have no need to–but he forgot how calming it felt to be in this form, it's such a drastic change from how he usually felt in his physical form. Though that's not the reason why he reverted to this choice.

The agonizing pain he felt earlier was being soothed by the surrounding water, calming the nerves and instead replacing it will dull throbs. A temporarily balm to his wounds and pride. And with a small bit of shame on his part, admittedly a way of hiding from all the prying eyes of the realms.

He looks across his domain, watching as a school of fish passed by whilst being chased by a pod of dolphins. He turns his attention to his hands, familiarizing himself with his now transparent form, turning his hands and arms in different directions.

He has taken on a more watery body, his silhouette clearly outlined with a faint glow of white, but otherwise he was still solid.

How many millenia has it been?

Well, might as well become acquainted once more...

[fishblade-koi]

don't mind me just me spamming my screenshots everytime Jayadeep is on screen 🥺❤️💖💕

[synnicall]

I love love love girl dad! Simon but something about Simon having a little carbon copy boy. Just as small and awkward as he was when he was a child. They have the same big, brown eyes. Same small, wobbly frown.

Ugh I adore him. Just give him another chance to love his younger self.

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

LIL BABY <3

[johnentwistlesbassguitar]

Older enty appreciation post

[kenobifitz]

[theperrylleluniverse]

EEPY SLEEPY PAUL WITH HIS HAIR ALL MUSSED AND HIS FACE ALL SCRUNCHED UP!!!

the unbuttoned PJ shirt <3 his sleeves rolled up <3 HIS WAVY HAIR!!!!

Also, I know it's probably just a result of them doing this as a quick scene but I like to think Paul actually does wear his watch to sleep because either a) he's too tired by the time he actually gets to go to bed that he just passes out without thinking to take off his watch or ring, or b) he keeps it on him while he's sleeping as a habit because of how often he has to note down the time when he's getting a call from an agent or from his switchboard so he can report it later.

[swampstew]

me when i get my hands on him

[rhettabbotts]

i just opened my eyes

[ar1h1]

I need to smooch him so much. I wuv Senshi so much, im going insane-

After the latest episode, the urge to draw him finally appeared <333

[r3therat]

Why's he so pretty?

Help.

(I'm being held hostage)

[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

I have an agenda to promote and it is that LEVI IS THE LITTLE SPOON 🗣️🗣️

Yes he’s a protective/tough person and wants to take care of those he loves but once he actually finds someone he’s comfortable with?? Little spoon all the way he loves feeling wrapped up and safe from the world, he falls asleep so quickly with his back to your chest and your arms around his waist

(I’m thinking about fem pairings for this but fear not Eruris those two are taking turns for sure)

[silvergyus]

I've been staring at him all day