#reef-pi

[octonauts-daily]

[ihaveasolutionbutyouwontlikeit]

A Thousand Pies and Little Bit 💛✨

[naffeclipse]

The Eel's Hips

Vigilante Mer!Reader x Detective Mer!Sun and Moon

Commission Info

My dear friend @o-cinnamonstickz was so lovely to commission me for a little scenario from Pearl Eye! I adored writing this one. A little chase and a few tricks and smooches are just what a little fishie needs, right?

Content Warning for suggestive themes.

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You don’t mind the narrow chasms that spill and cut through the depths just beyond the coral reef where sunlight and twilight mers mingle and swim side by side, but it is not your favorite place to escape to. The only good thing is that you’re not alone. You slip away from your two favorite mers as they pursue you through the darkness. Slivers of moonlight reach slender fingers down into these depths, and when you glance upwards, the rocky edges of the chasm catch the slightest light. 

Always, you are at a disadvantage. Their eyes are sharpened in the darkness where your vision is dulled, and their senses seek out every ripple in the water while you twist and snap your tail to escape.

They are not pleased with you, which is a strange occurrence—you’ve only ever been greeted with love and adoration. Who could resist you? Still, they hunt to catch you like a net scooping up fish.

You have never known defeat when you are still breathing. Blood pumps hot through your veins and your fins flicker with determination. You cut between a tight press of oceanic walls and keep swimming. 

A smile spreads over your lips. Now, where to make your little rendezvous with the protectors of the Reef? There are so many scenic places down here in the darkness and the full moon is romantic if the depths let you catch a glimpse of it.

Where indeed. Your hair spills down your back, tied up in red algae leaves with a pair of golden seashells that softly click together. Flicking your head, you spy a passageway. Water flows through you. Almost breathless far under the surface, you dart towards the opportunity and lead your boys along with a flick of your dark, translucent fins. Wherever you go, they follow. They can’t help it. You are simply too precious.

A flash of deep blue and silver scales catch on the brief light falling from the darkness—one of your favorite mers. You stow yourself away into a chamber with one narrow exit, tucking yourself against the rough, porous stone. Briefly, you wonder if perhaps these chasms were formed by volcanic vents spewing molten earth into the sea. 

Your eyes catch movement. A dark, long but lithe shape floating into your hiding spot. You close your mouth and hold your sleek white tail, smaller than your pursuers, very still. Through the blue haze of the deep, one of your favorite mers slips inside the rocky chamber. A gaze of crimson pierces the darkness. You can’t help but admire the deep blue photophores dotted upon his chest.

For a heartbeat, his head swivels while he combs the darkness. Your watch, your pulse beating in your throat. Can he feel it through the water? 

Then he stops.

Moon says your name in a soft growl, angry but deep underneath, you taste his relief in how he snaps his tail. In one moment, he’s upon you. You inhale water sharply when his hands find your shoulders and pis you to the chamber water. A devilish smile plays along your lips. His tail floats above your own as if to remind you how much bigger and stronger he is than your pretty little fins.

“Did you think you could hide from me?” His teeth flash in the darkness. Shark-like incisors gleam like pearls and trigger a skip in the rhythm of your heart. But you are no minnow and he only wishes to take a bite, not devour you whole.

Unlike his eldest brother.

“Me? No, never,” you gasp dramatically. Slowly, you smirk at how tightly he holds you in place like he needs to get the best look at you in the darkness. “I could have only hoped to have been captured by such a handsome mer as yourself. Did you follow little old me into the depths?”

He snarls a low sound which vibrates throughout the chamber. Your eyes widen for the briefest moment before you draw them half-lidded, seductive.

“This is where you fled. Of course, I followed.” His claws are sharp and long but he draws his touch slowly down your arms. Less restrictive, less forceful, but no less domineering. His looming pose is clear: you are not leaving.

So you must improvise.

“Of course,” you simper. Moon glowers at your low, suggestive tone. “How could you not, squid?”

“Where were you going?” He asks, eyeing you as if you might pull a trident from behind your back and strike, but you would never do such a thing to him. 

“Somewhere more private for just you, and me,” you drawl blithely. You reach up a hand and find the end of his nautilus shell. It conceals the back of his head and his tentacles behind the pearly shell. You have seen them before. You have even felt them before, and they did not leave you with sucker-shaped bruises. “Let me see you.”

He says your name in a warning but his body betrays him while you gently slip back the shell and find one deep blue tendril to twirl around your finger. The slender, sensitive appendage wraps around your palm, caressing the lines that decorate it. A single row of bright yellow suckers touches your flesh, muscular and slippery.

“So dishy,” you hum and feel him shudder when you caress his tentacle. “And to think you were trying to hide from me.”

“I was hunting you,” he counters, but he falls silent when you press your lips to the curled coil of himself. You feel his muscles tighten and squeeze as if you found a sweet spot. 

You slowly lift your head. His expression has gradually softened in the darkness. Slowly, he leans in closer, his eyes on your mouth. You lift your other hand as his grip loosens on your arms. Trailing the edge of his nautilus shell, you lean in closer, your tongue drawing along your mouth and keeping his gaze locked right there. 

You flash a wicked grin then pull his nautilus shell down over his eyes and make a dive for it. He grunts in surprise. You snap your fins and in moments, wriggle through the narrow escape through the other end of the chamber. 

A bubble of laughter fills your chest, hot and boiling at the escape, and you look towards another opening in the chasm. The silver light is ethereal and ghostly, but it unfortunately catches on a large, bright mer in the darkness. Before you can stop yourself, you slip right into the arms of your other favorite mer.

“There you are,” Sun says, and he holds you tightly. You glance up and down his beautiful form. His body is rich with gold and scarlet scales, and his frills span out in brilliant arrays like flares of sunlight across the surface of the sea. “I thought I almost lost you.”

Twisting upon the rapid turn of events, you tilt your head and offer a dazzling smile worth many, many undersea riches.

“Here I am,” you spread your arms enough to ease out of his tight clasp. Immediately, his blue eyes narrow in suspicion while you lightly flick your tail to begin circling. Though he is much more your size and far more deadly with his teeth and claws, you’re not unlike a shark circling a bleeding fish. You brush your scales against his. He twists, his expression catching with a burning heat before he cools himself as you slide back within his reach. “What are you going to do with me now?”

“Take you back to the Reef,” he says, his voice firm and serious. You chuckle at his intensity which still lingers with the burn of your touch. “It’s not safe outside of it. Come back with us.”

“Oh, this little chase was just so you and your brother could take me home?” You grin and swim up to him. He freezes under the closeness of your batting eyelashes. “You only had to say ‘please’.”

His lips part, soundless for a moment. Preening, you softly flick your hair over your shoulder and start to twist away from him.

Before you can slip out of the chasm and into another hiding hole, his voice softly touches you.

“Please.” Sun takes you by the wrist to drag you gently back against him. You fall still when his tail brushes against yours, his many frilled adornments tickling your scales and waist. “Stay.”

“How sweet,” you murmur, fighting the shiver that threatens to run through your body and expose just how much you love the press of his chest to your back. You free his fingers from your arm. Turning his hand open to face the moonlight, you draw circles in his palm. “Much to your disappointment, I must decline.”

“It’s dangerous,” he argues gently, his lips nearing the shell of your ear. He carefully tucks himself against your shoulder, mindful of his spiky frills adorning his head filled with venom. “You shouldn’t be out here, picking fights you can’t win.”

You lift your head high. Your hair sweeps around your other shoulder and the weight of seashells in your hair remind you why you stole them from your two favorite mers in the first place.

They mean too much to you.

“I’m hurt, starfish,” you pout your lips. “Have a little faith in me! Who else could have gotten as deep as I have?”

He parts his lips to argue, and when he does, you press your kiss to his mouth and silence him. A soft sound catches in his throat. Interrupted, much to your pleasure, he holds to your affection as if you hooked him, bait, line, and sinker.

Breaking his hold, you dart away and swim backward. Your tail flows down in front of you while you flick away from his reaching hands. His blue eyes widen in your swift departure. Strangely, however, he floats in place without pursuing. As if there’s no need. 

Smugly, you flash a smile at him in the dark of the chasm.

“Don’t worry, you can’t get enough of me so we’ll meet again soon enough—”

A cool set of hands, large and clawed, wrap around your wrists, holding them up as if to spin you in a dance. He stops you dead in the water. A quiet gasp leaves you as your eyes flicker back to Moon. He glowers down at you, his eyes fierce and scarlet. A brilliant silver light outlines him sharply like he sliced out bits of moonbeams and set them into his scales.

“Going somewhere?” he rasps dangerously.

A chuckle falls from your lips that may echo with the slightest bit of nervousness. He looms over you, holding you firmly despite the slight flick of resistance you give.

“Caught you.” Sun laughs a hearty, cheerful sound. You shouldn’t enjoy it so much when he claims victory. 

He gently flicks his tail and glides closer. The moonlight catches on his many frills but a gentle, golden light sweeps up his body and chases away the dark as he swims towards you. His hands glide up the base of your tail and sweep slowly to your waist, where his hands find purchase around your hips. Against your will, a pleasant shudder rolls down your spine. Sun grins.

The consequences you sow are more often pain-inducing and life-threatening, but for once, you don’t mind being so out of your depth. So long as it is where your two favorite mers are at.

“Oh no,” you breathe, “whatever will you two do with poor little me? I’m just a small fish in a big ocean!”

You curl your fingers, your wrists caught tight in Moon’s grasp. The deep blue mer leans close to the nape of your neck. His teeth graze the sensitive flesh just below your hairline until your shoulders shiver. 

“Come back with us,” he rasps.

The end of your tailfins brush against Sun as he holds you in place. His thumbs draw circles along the skin above your scales, and he admires your small body. All the while, his grin presses in closer. You part your lips to throw out a few teases, but he hooks your mouth in a kiss, and you sink deeper into their affection.

Sun pulls back just enough to say, “Please.”

Your insides have turned molten and their light mingles over you, dousing you in beautiful brilliance.

Perhaps you can stay, just for a little while with your two favorite mers.

[littlefrenchiestar]

Which perfume would the LADS men wear (according to me) 💐

A/N : I really love perfumes so i wanted to do a post related to it so i hope you guys like it (maybe i will do it about other characters later) btw all the perfume's descriptions are from the official website <3

Blur - Maison Martin Margiela: Cotton flower, White musk, Ambergris

Domenica-Gleam Perfume : Top notes -> Salt Heart notes -> Cotton flower, Petrichor Base notes -> Solar notes, Smoke "In the heart of every lazy day lies Domenica—a celebration of life’s most cherished moments. It’s the triumph of relaxation, when time slows down and you're surrounded by your people."

Île de Cristal-Francesca dell'Oro: Top notes -> Sea foam, marine notes, violet leaf, black pepper Heart notes -> Marine notes, ambergris, seaweed, musk, immortelle (flower) Base notes -> Coral reef, ink, oud, cistus, cashmere wood, gurjum balsam, patchouli "An ancient Greek manuscript tells of an Atlantis made of pure crystal, a legendary island that pulsed with the rhythm of the tides. On full moon nights, it emanated a marine fragrance so intense it enchanted sailors, a mysterious perfume now captured in Île de Cristal."

Salina-Laboratorio Olfattivo: Top notes -> Sea salt, pine needles, lemon Heart notes -> Marine notes, sand, myrtle, lavender Base notes -> White musk, vanilla, cedar, tonka bean "For the tenth fragrance of our Eau de Parfum collection, we decided to cross Mediterranean sea to arrive at Salina Island, a scrap of Trinacria land, set in Eolie archipelago and surrounded by a sapphire-blue sea! This pearl of Mediterranean sea, is the ideal scenery for the creation of a fragrance, that smells of sea, sun, sand, salt on your skin and…Freedom"

Aurora Borealis 北境极光 Le Goût De Peau ��肤之味 Top notes -> Snow, lemon balm Heart notes -> Scots pine variant, green tea, fir, pine needles, honeysuckle Base notes -> Earth tincture, earthy notes, snow, herbal notes

Les Creations Couture Pi Leather Edition Givenchy: Woody notes, Basil, sugar, almond, vanilla, resins, tarragon, rosemary

Nauyaca Pisello Parfum: Top notes -> Fire, dried dead leaves, earthy notes, dry wood Heart notes -> Leather, woody notes Base notes -> Earthy notes, animalic notes, earth

Collapse of Hedonism — Крах гедонизма Khaikin: Top notes: Cognac, smoke, metallic notes Heart notes: Dark chocolate, leather, smoke, rose Base notes: Dried prune, immortelle, ash, vetiver, Texas cedar, ambergris. "The festivities, which have become commonplace, I decided to burn in this fragrance — that’s why the main theme of the scent is smoky leather. Gluttony, which led the elite world to decay — the gourmand branch of the fragrance, and the main treats are cognac, dark chocolate, and prunes. At the table sit educated people — they’ve read many books — their symbol is the wilting rose, from which someone is drawing out its life force…"

Principalities Caeleste Parfums: Mineral notes, metallic notes, pepper, dust, petrichor, gunpowder, ash, incense, dried dead leaves, cookie, elemi resin, ginseng, rose thorn, cosmos flower, almond, hyssop, saffron, black tea, ferula gum, leather, violet, sandalwood, ylang-ylang, oud, immortelle. "Principalities weave mystical enchantment. Over earth and fire, through the air’s embrace, they guide nature’s dance with celestial grace. Born from Heaven’s decree, the fragrance captures divine alchemy’s essence.The wind’s whisper, the Sun’s warmth, and the Earth’s heartbeat, all guided by unseen hands.Custodians of the natural order, the Principalities orchestrate life’s symphony with divine precision.Each drop of this cosmic dance offers wearers a profound connection to these forces.Capturing the world’s beauty, the scent harmonizes melodies of the Earth, resonating with nature’s rhythm. A connection to the primal, the profound, the eternal.Journey through emerald forests echoing with forgotten wisdom, across sapphire stars brimming with untold tales – and into the fiery heart of creation where light and power connect.A bridge between the tangible and ethereal, this elixir connects you to the primal forces shaping our existence. Embrace the dance of elements."

Super Nova Gritti: Top notes -> Mineral notes, green pepper, wormwood Heart notes: Ozone notes, gunpowder, oud Base notes: Metallic notes, ambergris, cashmere wood "Born from explosion, born to glow bright. Chaos-to-order. Cosmic violent beauty bursts through the dark to light; a teal blaze smears the horizon. Open your eyes. Inhale the night. Discover the mineral abyss of space through subtle metallic accords entangled with frosty aromatic nuances and a deep, dusky mix of oud and grey amber."

[akoyaxs]

˚༄ Tìyora Pt 5 - Final ༊ Aonung x Fem!Sully!Reader ༊ Enemies w Benefits ༊ 5.6k words Warnings: shit is filthy, rut, oral (m and f recieving), 69, rough sex, p in v, multiple orgasms, angst, fluff at the end because we got to finish it off nice :) ~ I just wanted to say thank you to all of you for all the support throughout this smutty slutty little story, I swear it's so unserious at times and I have a good little giggle writing it, but I couldn't do it without all my pookie pies and this one is for all of you Aonung sluts cause this man is so fine 😻 OKAY ENJOY!!! - Zenna

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“He’s a complete skxawng,” you growl, stabbing the knife you’re meant to be sharpening harshly into the sand.

“Right,” Tsireya says consolingly, though you suspect if you raise your gaze, you’ll find her rolling her eyes. The two of you are sitting on the beach, doing your various tasks, though it seems more like you're ranting and less like you're actually doing anything.

“I haven’t seen him in a week,” you scowl. “He hasn’t been at training, or anywhere around the village or the bay or even the rest of the reef. And he’s not even hiding in your marui.”

“And how would you know that?” Tsireya asks, a small smile curling her pretty lips.

“Because I checked,” you say bluntly. “Several times. Because I’m bothered that my supposed warrior commander is neglecting his duties. That is all.” Tsireya doesn’t say anything, just pursing her lips and nodding seriously, and your frown deepens. “I’m serious. What sort of leader is he going to be if he’s just sulking around and hiding from-”

“And what would he be sulking about?” your friend counters. “I haven’t seen my brother in a couple days, even after he’s been avoiding you or whatever, if you’re so bothered, why don’t you tell me what happened.”

At that, you pause.

You aren’t even entirely sure what happened. The last time you saw Aonung, which had been over a week ago, he’d caught you with Ta’ru behind the rocks. You had played a little game which ended up with you on your knees, getting the shit rocked and breath knocked flat out of you as he fucked you like he hated you (which, of course, he probably still did).

You had probably just imagined that he’d become less haughty towards you, that he’d been sweet and gentle sometimes instead of his usual taunts and condescending idiocy towards you. But apparently not, because now he’s even worse. You can tolerate fights and comments, Eywa knows you’ve battled off enough of them, but getting cut out and ignored just stings so much more.

No. You don’t care.

It’s not that deep. Why should you care that the most infuriating person you ever met is treating you with the same hatred you’re meant to feel for him.

You shouldn’t care.

But you do, for some inexplicable reason, and as always, your upset comes in the form of anger.

“Hello?” Tsireya snaps you back into reality. “It’s fine if you don’t want to talk about whatever weird thing is going on between you and my brother, but maybe stop trying to murder the beach?”

“What?” You look down to realise you’d been violently stabbing the sand with your knife, shells shattered at the bottom of the jagged grooves you left behind, loose sand scattered all over you from your unconscious stabbing. “Oh, sorry.” Tsireya grins, and then the rest of her words process in your mind and you straighten up to glare at her. “There’s nothing 'going on' between me and Aonung. He’d be the last per-”

“Oh really?” your friend scoffs. “Yeah, I’m not blind. I’ve never seen Aonung like this before.”

“Like what?” you scowl, but a guilty tone of your curiosity shines through your voice as you study her. But Tsireya just laughs and shakes her head, as though she can’t believe you right now. “Fine,” you snap. “Don’t tell me then. I’ll go find him myself.”

“That’s probably not a great idea,” Tsireya says, scrunching her nose up. “If Aonung doesn’t want to be bothered, everyone knows best than to try and disturb him.”

“Well he can suck it up because I don’t care if he’s some stupid silly prince or some bullshit,” you shrug. “I care that he’s ignoring me, because no one ignores me and gets away with it.”

Tsireya just grins as you stalk away, and you swear you hear her muttering smug, giggly nonsense to herself as she watches your furious, purposeful storming.

You end up in the forest behind the village. You’re not entirely sure why; maybe you’re just too worked up and you need something the least bit similar to home, or maybe you just think better when surrounded by trees instead of sand and sea. Either way, the second your feet hit soft, damp grass and the sunlight is barred by lush shady canopy, your annoyance doesn’t quite dissipate, but at least your body seems to relax in the mere presence of the forest.

You’re just wandering, enjoying the sounds of the birds and allowing the damp, cool scents to roll over you like home, albeit more tropical and sweet than rainforest. Or at least, you think it’s only the sounds of the rainforest wafting through the damp air, until you hear it. Deep, pained, laborious groans. Like someone’s hurting, aching, and there’s nothing they can do about it.

You pause. You could run back and get help, but the groans sound oddly familiar, and you find yourself instantly following them. Through the bushes and trees and shrubs, past thickets of bright flowers and sharp thorns and random animals. They’re growing louder, hungrier, the closer you draw to the source of the sound until you burst into a small clearing, a small woven marui stretched over in a shelter in the centre, blocking the groans from view.

You stalk closer, silently, though you can imagine they could never hear you over their own groans and grunts. Then you’re peeking through the gaps of the weavings and stepping into the hut.

Aonung’s slumped against one side, curled up slightly so you can’t see him properly, and he’s hidden in the shadows anyway. His face looks flushed and frustrated, and there’s a certain darkness around him that has your tail pricking up unconsciously. But when he looks up, when he sees you, his eyes darken further.

“What are you doing here?” he croaks, gritting his teeth, sounding furious.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you snap, crossing your arms in the entrance. “It’s been a week Aonung, where the fuck have you been? Cowering in this little hut doing Eywa knows what?”

Aonung just continues to stare, eyes growing darker and hungrier with every second they rove over your body, and you feel them lingering particularly on the curves and hidden places he knows only too well now.

“You need to leave.”

“What?” you ask, taken aback by the audacity of Aonung. “No.”

“Leave now,” Aonung growls, his voice deep and desperate and dangerous, and you feel a sharp jolt somewhere deep within you, as though your body is recognising something the rest of you cannot.

“What did I tell you about you and your orders?” you say stiffly, glaring at his slumped figure. “I don’t give two flying fucks who you are, you cant-”

“GET THE FUCK OUT!” he roars, eyes narrowing to pale slits, face contorted with desperate frustration.

“NO!” you shout back with equal ferocity, standing your ground and taking a stubborn step into the marui.

And then it hits you. The scent, the energy, the strangeness of his behaviour and his absence from the village, not just you. It should have been obvious already; the lustful darkness in those usually bright eyes, the heat with which he snarls his words, the sheer frustration surrounding him that was no doubt sharpened by days with only his own company.

“You’re in rut,” you whisper, tilting your head down at him.

Aonung doesn’t reply, just breathing heavily. For a moment you think he’s trying to compose himself to speak, but then you realise that his eyes are squeezed shut, hands gripping himself back with fierce desperation for a reason.

It’s starting to piece together in your mind, but not at all. It makes sense that he would go away from the village, hide away and try to master himself in solitude, but he had you. The thought makes you frown, that he didn’t want you near, that he clearly doesn’t want you near, and he didn’t bother asking for your help.

Aonung’s growing more frustrated the longer you stand there, and you can sense wave after wave of pure, vicious, animalistic desire radiating off him and breaking over you in a way that makes something… change.

“You need to leave,” he whispers, his voice a small plead. The change from his snarls and roars for you to leave makes you shiver, and you can already see himself slipping away, his will cracking under your presence and his last attempts to get you to leave becoming weaker as his hunger conquers him.

But you don’t. Surprising yourself, and definitely him, you step closer again, body feeling strangely shaky, even nervous. His ever-darkening eyes watch your every step, and his grip tightens so hard you see his large hands paling, anchoring himself, stopping himself from moving.

“I thought we were supposed to help each other out,” you say quietly, taking another step closer.

“Please,” he breathes, his voice nothing more than a small whine, and you exhale shakily. He’s a fucking mess, and you find yourself longing to take care of it, living off that hunger he’s trying so hard to hold back. You can see that, and that’s probably why you do it.

Your hand reaches out to lift his face towards yours, fingers trapping his chin in your gaze. He’s obviously struggling, whether to refrain from looking away or trying to hold the stare, you don’t know. And you know is the dark desperation in those eyes, and understanding passes between the two of you.

“I won’t be able to control myself,” Aonung whispers, head unconsciously leaning into your palm, looking so lost and helpless you just want to fuck it all away.

“I know.”

“I’ll hurt you,” he says, chest heaving with the cracking efforts to control himself.

“I can take it,” you say quietly, gaze turning defiant. He should know that by now, you have an excellent threshold. Either way, you can’t imagine Aonung ever hurting you badly enough that you’d stay away anyway.

And then he cracks, his restraint crumbling, his grip holding himself back loosening, and he’s crashing his lips onto your with a vicious snarl.

With a small jolt, you remember you never kissed. It was an unspoken rule between the two of you; kissing seemed to intimate, and the arrangement had no room for intimacy. You always told yourself you didn’t have any time for it anyway.

But now, with Aonung tugging you closer with every second, kissing with such desperate fervour, it feels like he’s devouring you whole. His lips are hot and slightly chapped, rough and insatiable against yours, tongue slipping ruthlessly past your lips, fangs sinking lightly down on your warm, kissed skin. His hands are hungry too; roaming all over you with careless abandon, squeezing at the flesh of your ass, trailing between your thighs before infuriatingly pulling away to yank your top straight off your chest.

You let out a small hiss, whether you’re annoyed about the top or just shocked or just plain taken aback by his reckless thirst. The beads go scattering everywhere, the light, joyful plinks sounding completely inappropriate to Aonung’s heaving breaths, or the lewd, mortifying moan you let slip when he hefts you up into his lap and closes his lips around your breast.

You unconsciously arch backwards, pushing your chest forward, and he moves with careless hunger; licking over your tit gently, grinning a little at your whine, the stark contrast of your smooth supple skin against his rough tongue just driving you fucking crazy. He wraps his lips around your nipple and sucks sharply at it before he nips lightly at the underside of your tit.

And then, as though Aonung’s impatience gets the better of him (and you have to remind yourself that this is completely about him, and he wouldn’t be in the right mind to be processing your entire pleasure either), he’s pulling you away and tossing you against the floor.

You aren’t used to it. Sure, he’s been less than gentle before, but when he said he wouldn’t hold back, you admittedly had no idea what you were getting into. Seconds later he’s on top of you, pinning you down and sinking his fangs into your warm neck, inches away from the throb of your pulse.

Another symptom of heats and ruts; marking. It was another thing you’d been careful to avoid, so no one found out you were fucking, but Aonung’s animalistic instincts were obviously overpowering. And besides, it made you feel things you never would have imagined.=

At the first whine of his bite, Aonung knows you like it. So again and again he sinks his sharp fangs into your warm, soft flesh, along your neck, the underside of your breasts, the curve of your waist, the inside of your trembling thighs. Then, eyes looking carefully up at you to see your reaction, he lightly licks away the droplet of blood and brushes your clit with a large turquoise finger. You can't speak, just scrunch your nose tightly, grip onto his braids for dear life as he muscles his way in between your thighs and goes to fucking town.

Everything about him is just too much. His hands are holding you down with the force of an akula, as though he’s worried you’re going to scramble away from him, but you doubt you’d be able to anyway. He’s suckling at you so eagerly, tongue stroking over your hole, over and over and over. 

You’re never really that worried about being too gentle with him either, but you’re finding yourself more free in his rut state, knowing his mind is too hazy to focus on any of the little details he’d usually taunt you for if you dared to do them. He doesn’t care that you’re rutting into his face with desperation to rival his, in fact, you can see his hips searching for any sort of friction with the floor.

“Aonung,” you try to say, but it comes out as more of a broken whine. You cough and try again. “Aonung!”

He doesn’t respond, the only indicator he even heard you was the slight twitch of his ears before he’s sliding a thick finger into you. Trying your best to beat off the lewd moans that spill out of you, you try your best to tug at his head to speak to him, cause there’s no fucking way he’s listening properly when his head is nestled in its favourite spot, squeezed tightly between your thighs.

“I’m supposed to be helping you,” you huff, growing frustrated with the effort to slow him down. “That’s sort of the whole po-”

You cut yourself off with a positive shriek when he’s flipping you over, letting you flop against his front before dragging you up his body so your cunt is hovering over his face, thighs once again straddling the sides of his head in a very different scenario.

“Better?” he grunts, sounding extremely irritated.

“Where did you learn this?” you ask, looking in shock at the insatiable man beneath you, growing suddenly familiar with this position when your gaze drops to where it naturally falls, at the very large tent in his tewng. Aonung just huffs, as though growing increasingly annoyed that you keep delaying him.

“Don’t worry about that,” he growls. “You want to help me, go ahead. Now can I finish you off or are you going to keep yapping like your life depends on it?”

You scoff, but before your next words can be spoken, he drops you down onto his face and sucks at your clit. Hard. You let out a shocked squeak, jolting on his face, but he doesn’t protest at all by your weight, and when you worry you might suffocate him and try to lift off, his arm is looping around your waist and forcing you back down before remembering what you’re meant to be doing.

You reach out to grab his length, and he lets out a soft huff of impatience against you, the vibration making you flutter. Quickly, before you can get distracted to the point you’re completely useless to help him, you lick a long stripe up his length before closing your lips and swirling your tongue around the tip.

Thankfully, he seems somewhat satiated, letting out a relieved groan against your throbbing clit, and you slowly bob your head up and down his length, curling your tongue on the underside, dragging warmly against his sensitive flesh. But unfortunately, you forgot to factor in the rut aspect.

Soon enough, he was thrusting mindless up into your mouth, hand reaching out to hold you there, force you to take it all down your throat. You oblige, tears leaking from your eyes, moans spilling around his length in your mouth from his relentless nipping and sucking and licking between your thighs.

It is, by far, the filthiest thing you’ve ever done. You almost feel ashamed of all of it – the lewd sounds you make, the mortifying wet sounds from Aonung between your legs, his strong abs rubbing against your naked tits as he ruthlessly thrusts up into your mouth – but you remind yourself that it’s all for a noble purpose. You’re helping him out, that’s all. That is all it ever is.

And when you inhale deeply and take him down your throat, all warm and wet and hot around him, Aonung finds his hand falling to sink into your long dark hair, eyes fluttering shut as he lets out a soft, rumbly, “fuck”.

And when he hits the back of your throat and you accidentally moan around his length, his hips accidentally buck into your mouth despite all his best efforts to compose himself, despite your small hand holding him back against the rock. Instantly your eyes fill with tears and Aonung hurriedly pulls you off him with a gentle grip on your hair.

He seems larger than ever, pulsing and swollen and obscene, driven mad and inconsolable with the animalistic desire consuming him, and you know he’s probably completely deaf to you. He pays no mind to the small sobs you let out against his length, though he remains determinedly focused in his task of sucking your soul out of your cunt.

You can’t tell if your lightheadedness is caused by the lack of air from Aonung being stuffed so far down your throat you can imagine he’s prodding your heart, or the overwhelming pleasure from his far less than gentle treatment between your legs, or maybe even both.

It’s filthy. It’s obscene. It’s fucking humiliating really, that there is just something so deliciously wrong with this situation. Oh god, Tsireya probably knew Aonung was in rut, probably knew what would happen, what’s going on right now in this hidden hut in the forest. You can’t even bring yourself to care.

Aonung’s practically leaking into your mouth and you continue, trying helplessly to keep up with his insatiable paces, but you’re growing further from focus the longer he continues, the harder he sucks at you, the further he pushes himself into your throat.

It’s sloppy, it’s messy, it’s hot. It’s a warm mix of saliva and precum that’s shining over your lips and mingling with the tears flooding shamelessly down your cheeks.

And when you come undone, it’s with a moan that’s positively obscene. Aonung’s a mess of strangled groans and bucking hips and hands sinking into your hair as he hungrily crests. Your tongue slides along the veins and ridges of his cock.

There is something just so perfectly fucked about the scene, and when you come back down, tears and come and saliva smeared all over your face and collar and tits, Aonung is still hard, and when he pulls you back down to his face, you realise he has no intention of letting up anytime soon.

Your first orgasm has barely abated before you feel it building again. It’s humiliating really, all your sounds and the way Aonung can definitely feel you practically throbbing. It’s overwhelming to the point you think you might actually die, but there’s no physical possibility you could pull away, not with his arm looped strictly around your waist to hold you still.

It’s hot in the hut, or maybe it isn’t, but you feel as though there’s fucking fire coursing through your veins, heating your face and definitely between your thighs. It seems impossible how much you like this, it’s fucked and filthy as well, but there’s something about Aonung’s insatiable hunger and his plain, shameless desperation.

Your moans are growing hoarser at his absolutely relentless movements, warm, textured tongue and slicked mouth sealing around your overstimulated, throbbing clit as his hands move to squeeze the flesh of your waist and hips and ass. You’re writhing against him with enough force to break his nose, but he’s just groaning right back as though this is helping as much as anything in his frustrated rut.

It’s too much, and it feels as though you might actually pass out on this once. Humiliatingly, yet somehow shamelessly, you’re begging for more, for less, to stop, to keep going. It’s slowly slurring into a sobbing mess until finally all that comes out of your mouth are lewd, strangled cries. You think that somewhere amidst that strangled heap of moans that his name is repeated, over and over again, his body tensing under you with every time you whine it, followed by a demeaning flood of incoherent sobbing.

And then it crests.

Somewhere in the middle of your euphoric, delirious vision of blank, tranquil white and the peaceful ringing in your ears, it strikes you that it really is like a wave. Because when it breaks, you fucking flood.

Your muscles are tensed so tight you might pull something, and you couldn’t care less. You can’t feel anything anyway, beyond blow after blow of overwhelming, world-shattering pleasure, completely unaware of the way you squirted beyond his mouth, over his whole face and body, your intense release gleaming with the tahnì over his flushed skin.

You babble incoherently for a moment, eyes wide and drooping at the same time, mouth open in hopeless shock, hands searching to find purpose on his hips before Aonung is lifting you up, chucking you back against the floor and crawling onto your trembling body.

If you thought the regular Aonung, your Aonung, had gone before, you have no idea what’s happening now. There is no trace of that taunting, careful, jealous, gentle man in those large blue eyes. Hell, there’s not even any blue either, just a starved icy ring around the pools of ravenous onyx gazing at you, filled with raw thirst.

There’s no sign of Aonung in any of his movements, not with the way he’s tugging you into him like you’re a fucking ragdoll, not with the heaviness of his breath, the way he claps you against him so he can sink his fangs into your shoulder as he pushes past the ring of resistance and slides into your tight, welcoming heat.

Your cry is strangled by the dryness of your throat, feeling yourself being stretched to a point you don’t think he ever even met before. It’s painful, but you find yourself not wanting anything more than being able to take him, to be able to bring him pleasure, to let him into his paradise between your legs.

This now is a brutal reminder of why you’re here, who all of this is about. Aonung radiates complete careless selfishness as he pushes deep into you, until you physically can’t take him anymore, until you’re sobbing against his shining chest, gripping his arms so tight his flesh is starting to bruise, before he pulls out and slams back in. Fuck.

You don’t know shit, where you are, what way’s up, even if you’re fucking na’vi or tawtute, because the stretch of his relentless length feels as though he’s absolutely ridiculously massive compared to you. All you can do is cling to his tense, growling figure, praying to Eywa that this is satiating him, your own body limp in his iron grip.

Your lolling head allows him perfect placement to your neck and shoulders and chest, where he litters you with hungry nips, warm, wet, textured tongue licking away the blood his fangs spilt. Your own hands can’t do much either, but when your nails dig into his back, he lets out a low, snarling groan against your skin, and you can’t help raking you hands up and down, tracing your mark into the rippling muscles under your fingers.

And when you think you might actually pass away, where the pleasure has peaked so high it might as well be in the fucking heaven tawtute talk about, Aonung pulls out to the tip, fingers lacing back to tug your kuru, neck completely exposed and throat tight with the stretch, and gaze trapped helplessly in his.

“You’re mine,” he snarls, face inches from yours, large eyes deluged in sharp ferocity. “Mine, forest girl.”

And you find you can’t do anything but whine weakly against him. You can hardly breathe in this position, feeling impossibly empty without him stuffed deep in you, yet still being stretched wide by him. His gaze is raking fiercely over your tear-streaked, flushed face, before he buries himself deep inside you once more and completely loses himself.

And you do lose yourself. You just blank out, knowing nothing but his weight against you, his lewd growls in your heart, feeling strangely safe and comfortable. And content.

When you come back, whether seconds or minutes or hours or maybe even days have passed, you don’t know. All you know is you’re slumped against the floor, and you’re no longer drenched in shining sweat, no longer glimmering with release over your skin. The bites scattering your body are throbbing with a warm sting, no longer bleeding, now ruby adornments to your skin.

There is nothing more distressing than the realisation that hits you next; that you’re alone.

With a flare of panic that makes all of you throb painfully, you creak up to a small, seated position. It stings more than the bites, than the stretch and the intensity of your releases. Aonung must have left you, used and littered, a helpful toy during his rut. The wound deepens when you remember that’s all he would have thought it was.

He had no idea - let alone his mind being in its animalistic, desirous state - simply believing you were here to aid him in his struggles.

But then something catches your eye, a dark, muscular pile in the corner of the hut. With terrified tentativity, you pad lightly over to Aonung’s slumped form, back turned to you, face buried in his lap. You can see the marks you raked into his back as you move closer, but you don’t dare to touch him.

“Aonung?” you whisper nervously. He doesn’t respond for a moment, and the tension curling inside you throbs painfully again. He doesn’t lift his head, doesn’t look at you. “Are you…”

“You should go,” he says tightly. His voice sounds strained, painful, but his words sting further than any ache he could be possibly feeling. You still, hands half reached towards him, face twisted in a helpless expression of hurt, trying your best to breathe. You have no idea why you feel so vulnerable right now, why he suddenly has the power to break everything within you, everything you know, and why he’s already halfway there.

“What?” you whisper, and despite all your best efforts, your small, trembling voice expresses all the ache and horror and heartache you tried to hide. Aonung’s muscles tense a little at the so painfully obvious brokenness of your voice, and you would give anything to see what his face looks like right now, as he ruins you.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters.

That’s all. No name. No explanation. Just two meaningless words tossed carelessly your way, like some twisted reparation for all the damage his last three words did. You bite your lip, feeling your eyes welling with tears.

WHY WERE YOU SO FUCKING STUPID. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU RIGHT NOW.

This is Aonung, the man you hated since the moment you landed in Awa’atlu, the same one just a week before you had practically at your fucking feet. The one you swore you’d never feel this way about. But now here you are, already breaking at his carelessness.

WHY ARE YOU SO WEAK.

The tears stinging your eyes disgust you. Since childhood you had never cried. Not when protecting your siblings, not when getting shot by demons, not when leaving your clan and birthright and all you had ever known. And now you are about to cry over a fucking man, one that you tried so impossibly hard not to care for.

FUCK HIM.

“Fuck you.”

The words are out, they are spoken. Not with quite the ferocity you meant to snarl them with, but the brokenness of your voice had a certain effect too. Aonung tenses, but that just sparks the usual fire inside you. He had no fucking right to be upset right now.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, voice steadily emotionless, and that fire blazes brighter.

“Don’t be,” you glare. “I mean, the perfect prince of the clan does no wrong, right?”

“I’m sor-”

“Stop!” you shout, rage boiling inside of you. “Stop fucking saying that Aonung. I mean, this was the arrangement, right? Careless sex, no strings, no attachment, no concern, fucking NOTHING.”

Aonung’s shoulders slump slightly, and once again, your annoyance flares that he still won’t face you.

“So what was all that shit about your mine if you’re just going to kick me out now,” you say rawly. “Was it just your rut? Are you just a weirdly jealous fucking man, getting mad when people touch shit that isn’t actually yours? Why are you so fucking angry-”

“Look at yourself!” Aonung explodes.

It takes you a moment to realise that he’s suddenly standing, towering over you, fists balled and whole body tense, face twisted in rage and disgust. With himself.

You can’t think of anything to say for a moment, tense, furious silence falling in the dangerously small space between the two of you.

“I mean, you’re hurt,” he says, eyes raking over your body. The bites are glowing against the dark, rich blue like sanguine crescents. Your skin looks raw and flushed still, and you realise that he must have wiped everything off you. “You’re ruined.”

“Aonung I-”

“And I did that to you,” Aonung sighs, face twisting in slight distress as his eyes fall over the bites and grips and few bruises he left over you. You let out the breath you’d been holding.

Aonung’s gaze flicks up to yours, emotionless and blank as you stare back at him. There’s terror in his eyes, which are slowly returning to their usual blue, pupils shrinking away as the animalism of his rut starts to pass. He’s worried, maybe you’ll slap him, or shout at him again. But your hand comes to rest gently on his face, thumb brushing lightly over his flushed cheek.

“I told you Aonung, I can take it.”

Aonung squeezes his eyes shut, face screwed up in overwhelming emotion. But his head unconsciously leans into your hand, and you smile slightly.

“But I hurt you,” he whispers, sounding disgusted with himself.

“You’ll have to try harder than that skxawng,” you smile weakly, and Aonung lets out a shaky laugh. “But I was more than happy to do what it took to help you.”

“Eywa,” he groans, his own hand coming up to brush your hair from your face. “I’m so sor-”

“Stop apologising skxawng,” you frown. “Or I’m actually going to leave.”

Instantly, Aonung’s hand closes around your own, his fingers lacing through yours and tugging you back, so you’re inches away from him, neck tipped back to look at him. There’s that usual grin playing around his face; although his face remains blank, you can see the smirk glittering in those eyes.

“Go on princess,” he whispers. “What were you saying, before I so rudely interrupted you?”

“That you’re a complete idiot,” you grumble, but you don’t let go of him. You don’t want to ever let go of him. “What did you mean before, about me being-”

“Mine,” Aonung finishes. “You’re mine.”

And you feel a small smile twitching at the corner of your lips.

“Alright,” you smile, blinking up at him.

“Alright?” he echoes, as though that wasn’t at all the answer he was expecting, what he dared to hope for.

“Yep. I’m yours, fishlips.”

There’s a brief moment where he’s silent, eyes wide and staring blankly at you. He blinks several times, lips parting, before he’s stepping in and wrapping his arms tight over you, pillowing your body in his own. After a moment, you lean in even closer and snake your arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I still think you’re a skxawng,” you mumble against his skin, and his laugh rumbles warm and comforting against you.

“Of course syulang,” Aonung grins, squeezing your waist lightly. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You stay in that embrace for a moment, before he realises just how tired you are, and then he’s instantly fussing about you, making sure you’re alright, that you don’t need anything, before he’s making you rest against him, cuddled warmly and comfortably on the floor.

His hand is resting lightly over you, lightly tracing your darker patterns or gently playing with your hair as you drift comfortably off, head resting comfortably against his solid chest. You can feel his warm heartbeat against your cheek, steady and reassuring.

When you wake up, he’ll be waiting to be able to hold you tighter without being scared of waking you up, having already gone out and hunted while you were sleeping. He’ll take you gently back to the village where you both deny any of the suspicious comments your friends and family shoot you, but no one believes you; the hopeless grins on your faces and the sly grins you send each other aren’t all that sneaky.

But for now, you’re warm and comfortable and happy in your fucked out, satisfied state, snuggled against the man you once hated so fiercely.

As far as it goes, you came out alright on this one.

Quite the victory it was.

Your tìyora.

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I got a bunch of new mutuals recently, so I'm tagging you XD

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[anonsally]

Day 18 in Australia

Busselton Jetty, Underwater Observatory, and return to Perth

This morning we managed to leave just after 10am, having eaten a bizarre conglomeration of leftovers for breakfast (including pasta and also gelato).

After a short drive, we stopped in Cowaramup, a small town whose name is from the Wardandi word for purple-crowned lorikeet (a bird I sadly did not manage to see), to visit a chocolate shop. We bought some treats and then drove to Busselton to visit the 1.8km-long jetty (a little over a mile; it's the longest timber jetty in the Southern Hemisphere) and the underwater observatory at the end of it. Unfortunately, we were too late to get tickets for the jetty train ride, so we had to walk the whole way and could only visit the observatory for a few minutes in between the visits by people who did have the tickets including the train ride. But that was okay, because there was a very refreshing and strong breeze, making the walk pleasant, and of course it meant I got to do some birdwatching along the way. The best thing was that there was one spot where a few cormorants were resting. Some were Pied Cormorants and some were Little Pied Cormorants; since they were right next to each other, it was easy to see the difference in size and beak proportions.

We finally reached the end of the jetty where the observatory is. (There's also an underwater sculpture garden, which divers can visit, and which acts as artificial reefs, but we couldn't see that.) The Underwater Observatory is basically an aquarium in reverse. An airium, maybe? We walked down a spiral staircase into a cylindrical space that was surrounded by water. It had thick acrylic windows so we could look out into the water; the fish could look in at us. The pilings holding up the jetty were covered with coral of all colors and textures, and there were various fish swimming around, including some stripy fish with lots of fins, some herring, and a box fish. It was incredibly cool. There aren't many underwater observatories in the world, and I really enjoyed getting to be in one. It was like an aquarium, only better because the fish weren't captive. They were just going about their daily life. Maybe they wanted to visit the Airium today to have a look at the humans.

After that, we drove the rest of the way back to Perth. We didn't see much wildlife from the car today. It feels weird to be in a real city again. After checking into our hotel, we went out for dinner at a Korean-fusion restaurant. The food was great and pretty unusual, but it was really loud in there, and we were seated at the bar watching the wood-fired grill chefs: it was very smoky.

Tomorrow we fly back to Sydney.

[jibanyans-chocobar]

Still thinking abt how i was watching The Octonauts and The Great Barrier Reef with my mom yesterday and my dad randomly went inside the room and started singing the words: "obsession" over and over again with the melody of A Thousand Pies 🤧

I died i swear 😭😭😭 Yeah dad i know my obsession with the Octonauts isn't normal thank you for the reminder /hj

[emeraldxphoenix]

YOUR MUSE'S AESTHETICS.

bold what applies to your muse and italicize what sometimes applies to them. please repost, don’t reblog !

colour : red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. magenta. pastels. bubblegum pink. blood red. ivory.

elements : fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. clouds. light. dark. shadow.

body : claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. ears. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. shape shifting. svelte. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. small. prosthetic. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. wolfish.

weaponry : fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. peppersprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader. flamethrower. metal rod. shotguns. needles. words

material : bronze. gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. copper. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. yarn. slime. ivory.

nature :grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. holly. lavender. lilies. petals. thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. snow. ice. roots. flowers. ocean. river. lake. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. swamp. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. stars. clouds. mountains. fungi. cliffs. sunlight.

animals : lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. roaches. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows. ravens. misc. lizards. frogs. bears. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dinosaurs. dragons. felines. foxes. centaurs.

foods and drinks : sugar. salt. water. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hardliquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. vanilla. cookies.

hobbies : music. art. piercing. watercolours. gardening. knitting. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self - defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. synthesizers. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. tree climbing. running. vivisection.

style : lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. legging. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendants. hat. goggles. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. pauldrons. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. pantyhose. stockings. thigh highs. eye patch. collar.

misc : balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. anger. family. friends. assistants.co-workers. enemies. lovers. loyalty. smoking. alcohol. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

tagged: @wcrriorhearts <3 tagging: @harmbidder , @tlmeagents , @othunderous , @theresastargirl , @wildcxrds & anyone else who wants <3

[octonauts-daily]

[ihaveasolutionbutyouwontlikeit]

Thousand Pies, but with a droplet of water on my phone camera that I didn't realise was there until afterwards. 🙃

[askkwazii]

hey again kwaz !! i got a new question for you ; what was your favourite mission we've been on?? also i think im gonna call myself a tweak fictive for now, i mean why not yk? bc if im not then at least i know myself better ~ Tweak :3

Hello againnn!!!

I think my favourite mission had to have been when we saved the reef from the crown-of-thorns starfish!!! It was really nice to have all of us working on a mission for once, and WOW was it exciting!!!! All of the different plans we made, how all of us sprung into action, even the Professor!!! Not to mention i finally got to make me grandads special pirate pie! I felt like the pirate king fighting off those scurvy starfish!!!! Also the Gup-W?!?!? WOWOWW i know Peso LOVED that thing!!! Though i do remember seeing him look a little jealous over the nurse bot HAHA

I have a lot of favourite missions, but i do think that one was me favourite out of all!!! Except when the secret ingredient for me pies didnt become so secret anymore.....sigh..

[whitevvings]

what are your muse’s aesthetics ?

[ bold / italicize any which apply to your muse ! feel free to add to the list ! remember to repost ! ]

[ COLORS ] red . brown . orange . yellow . green . blue . purple . pink . black . white . teal . silver . gold . grey . lilac . metallic . matte . royal blue . strawberry red . charcoal grey . forest green . apple red . navy blue . crimson . cream . mint green .

[ ELEMENTS ] fire . ice . water . air . earth . rain . snow . wind . stars . heat . cold . steam . frost . lightning . sunlight . moonlight . dawn . dusk . twilight . midnight . sunrise . sunset . dewdrops .

[ BODY ] claws . long fingers . fangs . teeth . wings . tails . lips . bare feet . freckles . bruises . canine . scars . scratches . wounds . burns . spikes . feathers . webs . eyes . hands . legs . sweat . tears . feline . chubby . curvy . athletic . short . tall . normal height . muscular . piercing . tattoos . facial markings .

[ WEAPONS ] fists . sword . dagger . spear . arrow . hammer . shield . poison . guns . axes . throwing axes . whips . knives . throwing knives . pepper sprays . tasers . maces . staffs . wands . powers . magical items . magic .

[ MATERIALS ] gold . silver . platinum . titanium . diamonds . pearls . rubies . sapphires . emeralds . amethyst . metal . iron . rust . steel . glass . wood . porcelain . paper . wool . fur . lace . leather . silk . velvet . denim . linen . cotton . charcoal . clay . stone . asphalt . brick . marble . dust . glitter . blood . dirt . mud . smoke . ash . shadow . carbonate . rubber . synthetics .

[ NATURE ] grass . leaves . trees . bark . roses . daisies . tulips . lavender . petals . thorns . seeds . hay . sand . rocks . roots . flowers . ocean . river . meadow . forest . desert . tundra . savanna . rainforest . caves . underwater . coral reef . beach . waves . space . clouds . mountains .

[ ANIMALS ] lions . wolves . eagles . owls . falcons . hawks . swans . snakes . turtles . ducks . bugs . spiders . snails . birds . whales . dolphins . fish . sharks . horses . cats . dogs . bunnies . praying mantises . crows . ravens . mice . ladybugs . lizards . werewolves . unicorns . pegasus . dragons . hamsters . butterflies . 

[ FOODS / DRINKS ] sugar . salt . candy . bubblegum . wine . champagne . hard liquor . beer . coffee . tea . soda . spices . herbs . apple . orange . lemon . cherry . strawberry . watermelon . vegetables . fruits . meat . fish . pies . desserts . chocolate . cream . caramel . berries . nuts . cinnamon . burgers . fries . burritos . pizza . ambrosia .

[ HOBBIES ] music . art . watercolors . gardening . smithing . sculpting . painting . sketching . fighting . skateboarding . writing . composing . cooking . sewing . training . dancing . acting . singing . martial arts . self-defense . electronics . technology . cameras . video cameras . video games . computer . phone . movies . theater . libraries . books . magazines . cds . records . vinyls . cassettes . piano . violin . guitar . electric guitar . bass guitar . harmonica . harp . woodwinds . brass . bells . playing cards . poker chips . chess . dice . motorcycle riding . horseback riding . eating . climbing . running . swimming .

[ STYLE ] lingerie . armor . cape . dress . tunic . vest . shirt . boots . heels . sneakers . sandals . leggings . trousers . jeans . skirt . jewelry . earrings . necklace . bracelet . ring . pendant . hat . crown . circlet . helmet . scarf . brocade . cloaks . corsets . doublet . chest plate . gorget . bracers . belt . sash . suit . coat . jacket . hood . gloves . socks . masks . cowls . braces . watches . glasses . sunglasses . visor . eye contacts . makeup .

[ MISC ] balloons . bubbles . cityscape . light . dark . candles . war . peace . money . power . percussion . clocks . photos . mirrors . pets . diary . fairy lights . sadness . happiness . optimism . pessimism . ribbons . loneliness . family . friends . assistants . co-workers . enemies . loyalty . smoking . drugs . kindness . love . hugs . 

[ tagging: all mutuals! ]

[bluexeyedkaiba]

what are your muse’s aesthetics ?

[ bold / italicize any which apply to your muse ! feel free to add to the list ! remember to repost ! ]

[ COLORS ] red . brown . orange . yellow . green . blue . purple . pink . black . white . teal . silver . gold . grey . lilac . metallic . matte . royal blue . strawberry red . charcoal grey . forest green . apple red . navy blue . crimson . cream . mint green .

[ ELEMENTS ] fire . ice . water . air . earth . rain . snow . wind . stars . heat . cold . steam . frost . lightning . sunlight . moonlight . dawn . dusk . twilight . midnight . sunrise . sunset . dewdrops .

[ BODY ] claws . long fingers . fangs . teeth . wings . tails . lips . bare feet . freckles . bruises . canine . scars . scratches . wounds . burns . spikes . feathers . webs . eyes . hands . legs . sweat . tears . feline . chubby . curvy . short . tall . normal height . muscular . piercing . tattoos . facial markings .

[ WEAPONS ] fists . sword . dagger . spear . arrow . hammer . shield . poison . guns . axes . throwing axes . whips . knives . throwing knives . pepper sprays . tasers . maces . staffs . wands . powers . magical items . magic .

[ MATERIALS ] gold . silver . platinum . titanium . diamonds . pearls . rubies . sapphires . emeralds . amethyst . metal . iron . rust . steel . glass . wood . porcelain . paper . wool . fur . lace . leather . silk . velvet . denim . linen . cotton . charcoal . clay . stone . asphalt . brick . marble . dust . glitter . blood . dirt . mud . smoke . ash . shadow . carbonate . rubber . synthetics .

[ NATURE ] grass . leaves . trees . bark . roses . daisies . tulips . lavender . petals . thorns . seeds . hay . sand . rocks . roots . flowers . ocean . river . meadow . forest . desert . tundra . savanna . rainforest . caves . underwater . coral reef . beach . waves . space . clouds . mountains .

[ ANIMALS ] lions . wolves . eagles . owls . falcons . hawks . swans . snakes . turtles . ducks . bugs . spiders . snails . birds . whales . dolphins . fish . sharks . horses . cats . dogs . bunnies . praying mantises . crows . ravens . mice . ladybugs . lizards . werewolves . unicorns . pegasus . dragons . hamsters . butterflies . 

[ FOODS / DRINKS ] sugar . salt . candy . bubblegum . wine . champagne . hard liquor . beer . coffee . tea . soda . spices . herbs . apple . orange . lemon . cherry . strawberry . watermelon . vegetables . fruits . meat . fish . pies . desserts . chocolate . cream . caramel . berries . nuts . cinnamon . burgers . fries . burritos . pizza . ambrosia .

[ HOBBIES ] music . art . watercolors . gardening . smithing . sculpting . painting . sketching . fighting . skateboarding . writing . composing . cooking . sewing . training . dancing . acting . singing . martial arts . self-defense . electronics . technology . cameras . video cameras . video games . computer . phone . movies . theater . libraries . books . magazines . cds . records . vinyls . cassettes . piano . violin . guitar . electric guitar . bass guitar . harmonica . harp . woodwinds . brass . bells . playing cards . poker chips . chess . dice . motorcycle riding . eating . climbing . running .

[ STYLE ] lingerie . armor . cape . dress . tunic . vest . shirt . boots . heels . leggings . trousers . jeans . skirt . jewelry . earrings . necklace . bracelet . ring . pendant . hat . crown . circlet . helmet . scarf . brocade . cloaks . corsets . doublet . chest plate . gorget . bracers . belt . sash . suit . coat . jacket . hood . gloves . socks . masks . cowls . braces . watches . glasses . sunglasses . visor . eye contacts . makeup .

[ MISC ] balloons . bubbles . cityscape . light . dark . candles . war . peace . money . power . percussion . clocks . photos . mirrors . pets . diary . fairy lights . sadness . happiness . optimism . pessimism . ribbons . loneliness . family . friends . assistants . co-workers . enemies . loyalty . smoking . drugs . kindness . love . hugs.

tagging: you if you see this/want to do this!

[novastaar]

I figured I might as well ask a couple more. I love this kind of stuff! 😁😍

Boom 🌋 - Where were they during Ring of Fire?

Dark 🕳 - Where were they during Caves of Sac Actun?

Reef 🐠 - Where were they during the Great Barrier Reef?

Bed 🛏️- Where do they sleep on the Octopod?

Deadly 🐌-Did they get stung by the cone snail?

(You have no idea how happy these asks make me)

🌋: Trixie was back home the the Sahara during the Ring of Fire. She was only told it had even happened after the fact. Frog was in the repair station with Tweak and Kwazii but ended up getting caught under a pile of broken machinery and needing major repairs

🕳: Trixie had gone along with Barnacles and Peso to bring Coby back home, but she ended up staying behind at the cenote instead of going in the caves since she's not a strong swimmer. Frog was in the Octopod for most of the time. They only really had any role during the search for Barnacles and Peso

🐠: Trixie was helping set up the gup-W, and planned to leave once her help was no longer needed. Of course, she ended up getting caught in the whole sea star situation, standing guard by Corey and the other coral (I don't remember if he was named or not), making sure the sea stars didn't get to them. Frog was only present in the making of the pirate pies

🛏: Trixie (a lot like your own character, Angel [this wasn't on purpose, lol]) sleeps in a spare room. One that the Vegimals were using for storage that was made into a makeshift bedroom. It was pretty small, but that's what Trixie prefers. It was dismantled once she left to go back home to the Sahara. Frog sleeps in Tweak's room, kinda just propped up on a shelf while she charges

🐌: Trixie was the only other one (besides the Captain) who managed to catch the snail but dropped it once she was stung. She was the first one to come to after the sting, but the last one to fully recover. Frog isn't able to be stung since she's made of metal. She wasn't able to find the snail, though, so she ended up helping Peso with the other octonauts

[altheia-featherstone]

OC aesthetic game

Thank you @anew-flame for the tag!

Rules: bold/color any which apply to your OC; remember to repost; feel free to add to the lists. 

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it

*****

Altheia Featherstone

(The Arcana)

[ COLORS ]

red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. cream. mint green. cobalt blue. lime green. beige. turquoise.

[ ELEMENTS ]

fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset.

[ BODY ]

claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. sun-kissed. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. average. muscular. lean. piercing. tattoos. lithe. moles. dimples.

[ WEAPONS ]

fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. whips. knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. pyre. teeth. rifles. words.

[ MATERIALS ]

gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amber. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. rubber. synthetics. jade.

[ NATURE ]

grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. dandelions. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. poppies. galaxies. stardust. sky.

[ ANIMALS ]

lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. crickets. bees. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. livestock. foxes. bluebirds. deer. dragonflies.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ]

sugar. salt. bitter. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. french fries. ambrosia. honey. cheese. pasta.

[ HOBBIES ]

music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. wood carving. foraging. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. journaling. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. history. books. comic books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. flight. climbing. running. exploring. partying. yoga. potion making.

[ STYLE ]

lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. sweater. boots. heels. sandals. leggings. trousers. cargo pants. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. flower crown. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. duster. trenchcoat. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. ties. uniform. fancy shoes. leather jacket. sport underwear.

[ MISC ]

balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. bittersweet. happiness. luck. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. revenge. lust. regrets. passion. spontaneity. potty mouth. recklessness. practicality. hope.