#salt and sea au

[beeshoesometimesdraws]

Finished salt and sea au BM’s design (also deciding if I wanna keep the twins separate for this au or together to keep things simple design-wise)

Close ups

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[separatethingy]

Mooooore bloopers!

I figured I'd do the next trio on the list. Though I guess for now, it's just the duo.

I feel like these two would mess with each other constantly. Just complete menaces.

[sapphicseasapphire]

In case it’s unclear, Legend was singing the Ballad of the Windfish!

(If you look closely, Legend and Wind are not the only Links here)

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[kettsuper]

i feel like isa would have to make sure his housemates eat

[ronearoundblindly]

Dirty Water

Steve Rogers x deep sea mermaid!Reader

Prompt from this dirty ask game with our pairing from the Sun, Salt, and Shield series.

Summary: After a very long (but unofficial) courtship, where Steve is too shy to bring up your anatomy and his compatibility, a cultural misinterpretation quite literally sinks his resolve.

Warnings for smut (I'm gonna have to call this what it is and just say it's monster-f**king, or the one where Steeb gets maybe-CNC-boinked by a 'monster.' Sorry, babes. Ro's dipped a toe into the darkside for a smidge.) MINORS DNI. Poorly--or rather, not--edited and I have no idea the word count...

Steve swallows harshly and tries not to nervously splash his feet in the pool.

"What?" he chokes out.

He can't think of anything more articulate to say, not that it would matter when so much is lost in translation.

All you did was ask about the singing outside the doors of your 'room'--the retrofitted gym pool at the Avengers compound, the one is the basement without windows for your highly sensitive eyes--but he...could never have predicted why you were so curious.

"They're just enjoying themselves," he'd chuckled, shrugging like it was no big deal. "Do you sing?"

The look on your face, jaw slack and head tilting in contemplation, it should have warned him. You unfurled from your relaxed posture, the stance where your arms cross behind your back and fit atop the swell of your--he'd say tail, but it's more like your ass--rump, the rest of your body bent in a curve until your fin nearly touches the surface, and inched closer to his feet in the deep end.

"Yessssss," you hissed slowly through three rows of sharp teeth, crawling up his legs, out of the water, dripping over his lap as you braced large, webbed hands on either side of his hips.

Even in the very low light of damp room, he could see the lavender of your stare drop to his crotch.

"You sing too?"

Steve's an idiot. He didn't understand yet, so that dumbass actually began humming 'You Are My Sunshine' because nothing else occurred to him.

Then he noticed your tail glowing beneath the scales.

Then he realized you were pressing yourself to his legs.

Aaaand then Steve Rogers looked down your body to witness his knee disappearing in a spongy spot where the armoring swelled apart.

Oh god.

"What?" he now asks like an frightened teen seeing boobs for the first time.

"I make you sing?" Your broad green lips turn up in a smile. "Show me."

Suddenly, Steve's forgotten more english than you've learned. "Huh?"

Your flowing, textured hair, shapely even out of the water, sways when you cock your head to the side, looking through your lashes at him.

"How Stevie sing?"

He shivers for the first time in the cool water and lets an involuntary grunt leave his lips.

He's tried to stop himself from imagining your body and how it works to...ya know, and how he might...oh god, he's going to hell, but apparently, you've already been imagining that humans are either masturbating or fucking outside your door at all hours all the time--

--and oh shit, that means you sing as a part of sex.

He turns his head to the almost black ceiling and fails to think of anything else as the light from your body reflects in waves on every wall. He whimpers when he feels a ripple of muscle through the wet cotton of his jeans.

"Doll make Stevie sing?" Your voice is hoarse, and just as quickly as you say that by his throat, you flip back into the water. You can only breathe air for so long without hurting your throat and lungs.

He thinks he's off the hook, praying the tightness in his pants dissipates faster than they'll take to dry, but he lowers his head to find you peeking from the water, intent as ever on learning his ways.

He should be ashamed, so very fucking ashamed, of how badly he wants to take himself out of his pants and watch the wonder of those pretty eyes as he comes at the thought of you, but Steve's drowning in the hope that he can have you. It's been so long that he's wanted this, even in the most innocent ways.

Your final plea bubbles to the surface.

"Show?"

Steve inhales sharply, running a hand through his hair and licking his lips.

This is wrong, he thinks. You should not be doing this.

Yet he does it anyway because he wants to; he wants to so badly.

He sits up straight at the edge of the concrete, popping the button of his jeans and aches as he lowers the zipper. He can't meet your eye while he pulls out his semi-hard cock and fists it harshly.

You're so long that even looking away leaves your shimmering tail in sight, and he thinks he sees you rattle in excitement. It makes him shiver again, and the vibration shakes the moan escaping his tight chest.

Yikes, it does sound a bit like he's singing...

What the hell are you even doing?

Of course, he knows he's touching himself and he knows well enough how to do that, but he shouldn't be doing this in front of you, much less enjoying it. His blood is running so hot beneath his skin, though, the chilly pool feels soothing over his shins where he rolled up his pants (to no avail).

The heat floods his veins and mind to the point rational thought quiets, and Steve's eyes slither up your demure form.

Your eyes get wider and wider the more noise he makes, and his rampant imagination feeds off the sight of that gap in your scales visible as it undulates in the refraction beneath his feet.

He leans his head back and closes his own eyes at just the wrong moment.

Mid-whine, he misses the splashing sound that would have warned him you were coming, and instead Steve is pummeled by the end of your tail and topples into the pool, shocked and sputtering salty water until his body is pinned to the flat of the concrete wall he used to be perch on.

As he scrambles to toss his arms over the ledge, he feels claws dragging his jeans farther down his legs, and the fabric hangs like an anchor while the silky-slick webbing of your fingers glides up and down his thighs.

Then your tongue runs the length of his cock, making Steve moan embarrassingly loud and thrust his hips forward. If he weren't in the water, he'd be a puddle.

Pleasure races up and down his spine, fighting for dominance over the feeling of cold when he slips from the ledge and submerges briefly.

He barely registers the loss of your tongue and your quick lap of swimming before you're backing into him again.

It's on your ass, too, the soft entrance like you rubbed against his knee, but he could not have imagined what it could do--what you could do--how you could manipulate your muscles inside your tail.

He has no brainpower left to describe it. Steve just lets go, trusting your body to hold his weight as one hand grips the mossy softness of your waist and the other hand spreads over your lower back. Out of instinct, he tries to get leverage to push himself in and out of you, but that's useless.

There's a strong ripple of muscle that pulls him in, and in, and in, delicately tight on his sensitive cock and wide enough to slowly suck his balls into the massaging cavern.

Steve's eyes roll far into his head. He's going to pass out if this keeps up.

"Doll," he gasps, but it's too quiet in the slosh of the water. "Please, I'm--"

A clear, high note crescendos from the deep below, something disturbingly pure and paralyzing, and Steve can't move. He can only feel and experience a siren's song in action.

His body twitches violently before his cum is milked sensually, desperately, methodically from his cradled and ravaged pelvis, and never in Steve's long life has he ever been so fucking spent.

He whimpers when your cunt releases him, only faintly aware that he's propped on your back by his elbows as you swim to the shallow end and let him 'stand' on his shaky legs.

The screeching hinge of the door startles him.

"Cap," the junior agent yells over your hiss from the bright light spraying in, "everything okay? I heard..."

Yeah, I couldn't describe it either, Steve thinks.

He spits water from his mouth. "Fine," he huffs back, "we were...singing, and I fell in."

"Oh. Alright. Sorry to disturb you, Miss G." The man nods his apology at your hand-covered eyes and leaves.

Steve can't help but laugh like an insane person, laying to properly float in the water, uncaring what you're up to until he gently hits the stairs leading out of the pool.

Your head rises out of the water hopefully, and he cups your cheeks, still chuckling. He has zero words to describe...anything at the moment, but he can show you a human tradition of affection in return.

Shifting as easily as a feather in the water, he pulls you two together and sweetly presses his salmon lips to your seaweed pout, letting your long locs fall over his own shoulders.

Soon, he's gasping for air again, yet just before you dunk below the surface, you grin and coo at him.

"Stevie sings lovely."

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what...the hell have i done. *hits post before final two braincells protest*

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[empyrealen]

Kingdom Ponies!! Sea Salt trio edition!! 🩵

Last post, I got requests for design notes so first off, all Organization members are branded with the Recusant's sigil. For ponies, this replaces their cutie mark.

Axel being a griffon layers with his insecurities, he doesn’t have a mark like ponies do so he worries he will be forgettable, especially after leaving the organization. His name reflects this; an old memory that’s fading at the edges. Vignette also means to recount evocatively with nostalgia.

Roxas’ design is a fusion of Sora (Easy Breezy) and Ven’s (Windfall) most notably he gets Sora’s crown shaped fur tuffs. His cutie mark is supposed to emulate his X shaped symbol and he’s the only character with mismatched hoof tones. His name is very literal but as an idiom, it reflects Roxas’ role in the organization!

Pareidolia is the act of seeing faces in things that do not. She’s also a changeling! Changelings feed off of energy and affection so just like in Days, she’s accidentally absorbing Roxas throughout. Reformed changelings are very colorful so I based the tones on Thalassa shells. She also gets a pony form-just like white lies, she resembles pinky promise. Together they both make up Kairi’s alicorn status (Xion pegasus Namine unicorn) Xions main seashell on her mark is shaped like the organization symbol. In the story, her cutie mark would change depending on who sees her, before she establishes her identity

[horror-beeings-artandwriting]

Short story sneak peak of the au. Characters: Scarlet Night Cookie, and some others. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Scarlet night once a queen of love and light, the ruler of a kingdom in the sky, her people worshiped her, as if she was a god, the witches however didn't like this, so they chose to curse her, turn her into a monster, rot her soul away, Scarlet night now broken and beaten called upon her friends. After this unprovoked attack upon the kind queen, her dear friend, the king of a kingdom made of veins and reeds and his spouse a man of pure Knowledge. Started turning against the witches, The king telling his people their gods had forsaken them, while The man of knowledge told his other friends of this cruel attack, embellishing it slightly to gain sympathy from them. The man of Volition went to his people and warned of the cruel attack but had no plan to stop it, and locked himself away, the woman of Happiness went to check on the dear queen, and help her rest, the man of Change swore he would talk to witches and have them reverse it, even if that meant a fight, and the knight of Solidarity went to the queen…to comfort her with silence so she wouldn’t worry about her subjects hearing her sobs. When the woman of happiness and the knight of solidarity saw the queen of the night…she had changed, her hair from a once deep inky black looks like the stars in the sky the universe as a whole…her eyes had changed to a deep scarlet red…and she had grown another pair of arms…she welcomed in her friends…she told them the witches had failed in their attack, that they had just made her dough stronger. That they too, should turn against the witches, it would give them freedom, freedom under her light. The first to turn was the King of reeds and veins, he wished to stay true with his friend, soon after joined the man of knowledge, then the knight…the woman, and then the man who locked himself away, and finally the man who swore to change the witches minds… they swore to tear down the witch's cruelty and take back the world…but that wouldn’t be… a man blessed to become a guardian, and two women, one made out of moonlight and the other the Sea itself, attempted to stop them... first to fall was the woman of happiness, who was trying to let everyone finally rest then was the man of change, who challenged them to a battle but he was not strong enough. Next man of volition had strong will but not enough to prevent him from being sealed. Then the knight…protecting his queens city… the man of knowledge was trapped last in a large silver tree The final two, The king of Reeds and the Queen of the night, tried to fight together, but the Sea washed the king away, trapping him under the earth to rot away. The Scarlet Night was the last to fall, the Moonlight struck her down, splitting her in two...her soul placed into a small soul jam, while her body was layed to rest in the moon, which the moonlight swore to watch over. The queen still watches on those dark nights, where her light peaks through and her songs are heard...the queen will return soon, once she is whole again…but until then, pray for the scarlet night.

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Hope you enjoy this little short story :3

[swashbucklery]

fic: over salt sea and flowerdeep fields (Willow (2022), Kit/Jade, Kit/Elora, Kit/Jade/Elora, E)

Everything feels the same, and everything feels different, all at once. Because the victory, the heart-pounding elation of fighting the Crone and rescuing Airk and actually doing it, that's incredible. It's everything Kit ever wanted. Everything her bones knew she needed when she'd dreamt about having adventures. But it fades, quickly. Into sore shoulders and bruised ribs and the realization that they have to sleep and eat so badly. + (Kit and Jade and Elora and the long journey back from the Immemorial City, sorting out all the things that love and home can mean.)

Tags: post-series canon divergence, established relationship, friends to lovers, fake-but-not-really-engagement, smut with feelings.

Word Count: 62,972

AO3 Link

[fandom-go-round]

(for december, or whenever you feel like writing for sun and moon) could i request some hcs/short scenerios expanding on sea salt like glitter sun/moon x reader relationship? I know you have brought that story to a conclusion but i think little things like maybe convos between sun/moon about reader, things the three of them do together after getting into a relationship, behind the scenes scenarios that we dont see in the original, and general hcs would be really cute :) its such a lovely story and i love the dynamic a lot so even table scraps would satisfy me lol love your writing and thank you if you respond to this <3

Thank you so much for this! I loved writing it and it was such a good time but it’s hard to fit everything it and be a coherent story. It was hard to pick what to put into the story and what to save. I hope you enjoy this extra story piece! Defiantly ask for more if you want!

Warnings: Exophillia, Mermaid x Reader, Cultural Differences, Mer Sun x Reader x Mer Moon, Poly Relationship

Sun loves to try human food, even though 9 times out of 10 he hates it. It’s always amusing to watch his fins flare out in offence and then spit out whatever you’ve given him. Cooked meat he can handle but even then, he prefers it raw. Moon thinks that Sun’s a weirdo but tries things in secret. He has an odd affinity for soy sauce that you think is hilarious.

Sun watched in horror as Moon took another huge bite of stir fry, picking out the beef and eating without chewing. You snickered from your rock, taking another spoonful and watching, content to let the two of them fight it out. You were taking dinner on the beach again and Sun insisted on trying your meal.

      You knew enough by now to pack an extra serving or two; you couldn’t tell if Sun thought it was a game or genuinely wanted to share some of your culture. It was probably somewhere in the middle. Sun had taken one bite and promptly turned to the side to spit it out. You laughed behind your own spoonful, watching Sun complain and Moon slide closer.

      Moon was never as interested to try your food as Sun but today he seemed more willing, taking a few sniffs before tilting the container towards his mouth. He refused to use silverware (Sun loved them) but he chewed thoughtfully, letting out a low hum. Sun turned to his mate, pout on his face and watched as Moon began to eagerly devour the meal. You were surprised, stopping your own chewing to watch.

      Logically you knew that the mers had to eat a lot, they were huge, but it was another to see them in action. Moon finished off the entire tupperwear in a few minutes, licking his lips and turning to you. You clutched your meal to your chest and he snickered, moving closer.

            “Salty.” He smiled as he spoke, poking you in the side. “More.”

            “Salty?” You echoed, letting him steal another piece of beef. He gave a pleased rumble, curling his tentacles around your legs. You snickered to yourself, giving the rest of the food to the mer. He brightened, rubbing your cheeks together briefly before taking your box. You couldn’t help but enjoy the irony; who knew mers would enjoy soy sauce?

You’ve been debating about getting a house boat. You don’t know if it’s a retirement plan or something else but the idea of being in the water with your boys is appealing. Part of you is still nervous about only being able to swim a little bit but you’re trying to learn. Sun and Moon are trying to get you to move the cabin closer to the water but that’s not really possible. Eventually you’ll get a little house on the ocean but that won’t be for a long time…

There are other mers out there; Sun had mentioned them during your courting period. It’s not something you know a lot about but from what you understand, Sun and Moon are generally mers that live in pairs and not pods. They had a pod they traveled with but decided to get their own territory close by. You ask questions about mer culture and Sun is happy to share with you while Moon would rather learn about human culture. Moon wants to woo you but has an image to uphold.

[frogonamelon]

It's that time of year again where it gets a little warmer and I remember that Amphibia is a show I very much enjoy thinking about. Have some Anne outfits, as a treat <3

If you would like to see what aspect of headcanon/ au worldbuilding had consumed my consciousness like a pestering maggot, feel free to continue below.

Hello! Welcome to I focus on researching one very specific detail until I burn out!

My entire day has been consumed by figuring out how Amphibia's farming works. Like... amphibians are carnivores why do they have farms?

Well, I'll tell you why! The Plantars grow animal feed for predominantly crickets but also others such as silkworms, spiders, snails, etc. They grow produce like cabbage, mushrooms, parsnips, potatoes, dandelions, and turnips as well as heartfruit, a fruit not found on Earth.

In the past, the original amphibian hunter/gatherer societies found that mealworms were attracted to fallen heartfruit, among others. They began to use this knowledge to make traps and eventually began both containing the worms as well as growing the fruit.

Despite mealworms historical prominence in the farming and feeding of Amphibia, crickets are more popular nowadays due to their higher levels of protein. They also began growing a larger variety of produce to further increase efficiency.

Heartfruit is a kind of tree grown fruit with the color of a raspberry, size of a kumquat, and shape of a peach (hence the name). The Plantar's orchard is the only producer of this fruit as its traditionally significant but not necessary for frog kind. They are Anne's personal favorite of the Plantar's produce, being chalk full of nutrients and somehow feels nostalgic to her.

Speaking of Anne, she survives mostly on the Plantar's produce along with cricket meat (knowing that she can at least eat crickets).

After discovering that the amphibians hibernate, she begins to plant pole beans, blueberries, elderberries, and other produce and herbs in her greenhouse to cultivate while she forages and stockpiles for winter. She preps and stores wild rice, pecans, and sunflower seeds (discovered through trial and error). She keeps spare root veggies and other product in the basement. The Plantars help her do this, once they understand the situation, drying heartfruit and salting and smoking fish as well as making jerky out of bugs that they know she can have.

Anne's gonna learn to survive, even if the first winter is especially hard.

[beeshoesometimesdraws]

I did not get to drawing out the prompts I was given for the first day of MerMay because I got really distracted with other stuff (aka making a giant spin wheel full of prompts, which I added the 3 I got onto) my apologies-

Am very eepy so prolly won’t end up doing anything tonight unfortunately tho I promise I’ll start doing it tomorrow

As compensation have this Siren!Eclipse thing I forgot I did:

[sparklecryptid]

Can you imagine Sel and Jean meeting? I'm not sure if they would bond over trolling people, or if they would be mortal enemies because Del has Opinions about flannel and what the fuck are you wearing Jean!?

“Oh absolutely the fuck not,” Sel says as she spies her half brother grinning at her from across the street. He’s leaning on his cane - terrible because it’s floral - and wearing a horrendous clash of flannel and houndstooth and Sel spends an inordinate amount of time thinking of setting him on fire.

“Who’s that?” Tredd asks wrapping an arm around her shoulders, “He looks like you.”

“He’s my brother!” Sel announces and glowers at Jean who waves at her, “And I am going to take him shopping because he’s a travesty to look at!”

“He shouldn’t be wearing houndstooth trousers with flannel,” Luche agrees, “He clearly lacks your taste.”

Sel makes a despairing noise.

“He takes after my father.”

[sapphicseasapphire]

What??? I make content for my Cyptid au that isn’t Sky centric??? Crazy.

This will be a series for sure! A good Legend and Wind centric comic series because their relationship is very interesting. Please, Legend fans, don’t hate me! I’m doing my best!

Legend has a bit of a complicated relationship with music. I promise Twilight wasn’t trying to stereotype or anything, he just noticed that Legend was the only person not participating in the group (and was looking unhappy) and wanted to include him. Poor guy got exploded at for no reason.

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[tired-reader-writer]

Glaring eyes search for answers in her storm-grey ones. What does he hope to find? What does he see?

She hopes it's anger. She hopes it's hatred. She hopes it's rage.

Let them choke to death on shame.

—Foxes, Pillars, and Sea-salt Rust, yet to be published properly

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The second graphics set I ever made, and this time it's for my Naruto AU! It stars a granddaughter of Hashirama and Mito, offering herself up to be the second jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi in her young student's stead, and things escalate from there.

This AU features the civilian side in spotlight, a journey of trying to dismantle the shinobi/Hidden Village system, underhanded tactics, grief of losing your home, themes of isolation and alienation and trauma.

The first chapter which is functionally a prologue is... in the process of being written. I have not made much progress with it. But I do have scattered drabbles and ficlets on my blog, all under the AU tag that I will also be tagging this post with, and I hope to properly publish this fic in the near future. Wish me luck on writing!

[ronearoundblindly]

'Sun, Salt, and Shield' Masterlist

Steve Rogers x deep sea mermaid!Reader

From completely different worlds, unable to communicate, the epitome of light versus dark...why is Steve so drawn to you?

Mini-series of drabble asks. Warnings for minor language (word-play on curses as you learn to speak) and awkward, shy Steve. More warnings on each part.

Romance 🔥 || Smut 🦆 || Angst ⛈️ || Fluff 🌼 || *** denotes work for all ages

Meeting on The Raft *** ⛈️🌼

Tony teaching you English *** 🌼

Long-distance communication *** 🌼🔥

Capturing an enemy *** ⛈️🌼🔥

Your room at the compound *** 🌼

Dirty Water 🌼🔥🦆

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[wolfaartmation]

Here's the profile picture (+ background bc I'm so proud of it) and the banner for my @warriors-hearts blog ! I'm really proud of theses! :D

It took me so long 😩😩 Especially the pfp bc I didnt know how to render shorthair fur.

The quote from the banner is actually from Watership Down! :D

"All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed."

Felt like it would be very fitting to Sora.