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c-rose2081 · 24 days
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Welcome distractions…
Trying to get work done when your transatlantic fish-bestie wants attention is easier said than done 😅
It’s mermay and I haven’t drawn Marina and Gordon in a while, so it’s them! I swear they just keep getting older every time I draw them lol it’s also really hard for me to keep things platonic so…might be a ship now? Haven’t decided lol, I love Pen&Ink with my heart and soul but ya know…ocean soulmates 😳
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aurorarose2081 · 8 months
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TAG Team Art Archive
Another archive for all my Thunderbirds Are Go friends! :)
@gumnut-logic thank you for your support ❤️ always appreciate it :3
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spaceshipsoutthepool · 4 months
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Unshackled Alt Cover. I cant deside which version I prefure.
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[image id: two pictures of the same illustration, one with a pinkish tint one more green. The illustration is of Marina and atlanta shore from the show Stingray. both shown from the waist up. Atlanta is in the fore ground on the left and MArina behind her at her shoulder, to the right. behind them from each corner of the image, metal chains cross and a red and yellow crysathmum is shedding its petals. the back ground is a dark blue and green gradient, and a cross hatched rectangle.
Atlanta is a young woman with jaw legnth red brown slightly curly hair. she is wearin a grey uniform with red cuffs, buttons and neck, Gold epilets with two red stripes and a gold trim. her hands are raised at around chest hieght one in a fist. she looks off to the side and she looks cofused and worried.
Marina is a young woman and a tailless mermaid. she is pale and here has ribbed ears. she has long green hair in a half up do, the pony tail part floating around her like she's under water. she is wearing a pink flower and pearls in her hair, a pendent and green sparkly dress. Marina has her shoulders hunched up and her arms arcoss her frount hugging herself tightly. she also looks of to the side, and is crying.
a red tape/ streamer connects them wrapping around atlantas hand and marina's wrist. there are air bubbles and a lone wasp dotted about the image.
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room-on-broom · 1 year
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" i put marina in a situation again, I'm sorry" seems to be the running theme in my fics so much so I made it a label on my Ao3. As does using unrelated flowers in the art for them. Im in a bit of an art block But flowers always help. anyway, making a compilation cover for unshackled and some upcoming fics for fun(and idk playlist) :
It's got the crysthmum, band and broken chain motif ive been using for "Unshackled". (Guess the chain colud also be for sharkBAIT too? Thats in the series. )
I forgot to add it, but there's a pansy for "SEASICK."
Pomegranate for ... "Pomegranate Seeds". Comander Shore's also getting a share of that drama! (And possibly a waxed feather for its second half/sequeal 'Iccuaus'??? I might just make that a twoshot so that might get turned into a pomegranate leaf)
Sea thistle and forgetme nots for an unnamed fic ('Masterplan 2: eletric boogaloo') that I'm hoping to start posting after Unshackled is done.
Strawberries and thier blossoms for 'Lost and Found Again' or 'care continues' (working title idk which)
And finally a Wasp struggling in an air bubble because a) symbolism b) i always find it funny that (acronym or not) they made a flying insect the symbol of aquanaughts. You know Underwater and stuff??
As well as the string of pearls and the flower marina always has in her hair. So yeah. Now all I have to do is write the dam stories themselves.
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avengedbiologist · 1 year
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They r talking business (fishes)
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dreamycloud · 2 years
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pcktknife · 2 years
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what if you wanted to change the fate of the humanity ? but god said ☝ 'let the madness consume you' 🤔
alt w/o accesories
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skymaiden32 · 5 months
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Mariana Trench
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Fandom: Stingray
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Happy New Year! ^^
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10: Discussions
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Titan’s study seemed to be darker than it had ever been before, the King’s mood leaking into the surrounding environment. Trench’s unease was well hidden on his face, but it was still there, and he exchanged a worried look with X20 as Titan sat in front of them with his eyes closed, chin on his clasped hands as he mulled over their failures of the day.
Finally, his eyes opened, and he regarded them both with a disappointed stare. “X20. You should be glad that you removed any and all information about the plan from Lemoy. That is your only saving grace. How could they have escaped, you idiot?” Titan hissed, expecting an answer.
“W-Well, I…” When X20 couldn’t answer, Titan regarded him with a cold look. His attention was on his once arch-enemy in a second.
“And you.” He began. Troy had to hide the shivers that went up his spine. “I gave you a chance to make things right. And yet, even after how she betrayed you when you needed her, you hesitated,” he mentally counted how many times his Captain failed to land the final strike, “five times.” Titan huffed. “That’s five times too many, Tempest.”
X20 blanched at the use of the Captain’s real name, looking over at the human, shame at having forgotten to take out that stupid key forgotten. He watched Troy with concealed sympathy. Troy frowned, but seemed to take it in his stride. “Sire, all I can do is apologise. I thought I was ready to face her in battle, and I wasn’t…”
Titan huffed after a while, standing up. “I understand the land-dwellers were once your friends, but they are now your enemies. I expect you to treat them as such.” He folded his arms behind his back as he circled the two of them. X20 was instantly reminded of a barracuda circling its prey. “If either of you fail me again, you will pay for it. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sire.”
“Yes, O Titan.”
“Good. Now get out of my sight…” Neither of them needed telling twice. They were out of there in a shot.
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Atlanta placed her dinner next to where Phones and Fisher were sitting in the cafeteria with a sigh. It had been a week since the Battle of Pacifica, and they’d heard nothing from Titanica. Phones gave her a look as he chewed. He swallowed his mouthful, hoping to strike up a conversation with her. “Hey Atlanta.” He started.
“Hey.” She replied halfheartedly.
“How’s your day been so far?” Atlanta grimaced. “That frantic, huh?”
His friend let out a snort of amusement. “No, not like that. If anything it’s been the opposite.”
Fisher poked at his food. “Quiet, huh?”
“Too quiet…” Atlanta agreed, picking up her fork as Marina sat opposite the human trio. “Especially after what happened in Pacifica.” She sighed. “I don’t like how uneventful things have been.”
Fisher shrugged. “Well, they lost, which I doubt was the plan. Bet they weren’t banking on Marina being so hardcore.” The young Lieutenant gave the mermaid a grin, and she blushed a light green at the praise. “They’re gonna have to adjust for it.”
“I suppose…” Atlanta smiled softly in Fisher’s direction. He had a point. Marina’s hand signals caught her eye. “What’s up Mari?”
The mermaid made a series of gestures, asking for a time to talk to Commander Shore.
“Of course I can get Dad to talk to you. He’d never say no to you… But,” Atlanta raised an eyebrow, “what is this about?”
Marina made more hand signals. Phones eyes widened.
“It’s about your fight with Troy?” Marina nodded at the question. Phones hummed. “Okay. The Commander will wanna hear it, and so will we.”
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The knock on the door was a surprise, his mask slipped on in a flash, even though he knew it could only really be one person. “Come in.” Sure enough, in stepped X20, carrying a brown paper bag in with him. “What brings you here, X20? Shouldn’t you be out gathering information in Marineville?” Troy took off the mask mid-sentence, eyebrow raised at his subordinate. If Titan ever found out the surface agent was here and not in the field-
“I returned here to report to his majesty about my mission’s progress in person. I’ve got a few marine hours before I’m due to leave Titanica.” X20 admitted in that nasally voice of his. Surprisingly, it didn’t annoy the former WASP as much as it used to. “Thought you might want some company while you’re working. I believe your kind call it ‘socialising’...” The surface agent frowned slightly, sceptical. Making friends had never been the Titanican way, so it didn’t come as naturally to X20 as it did Troy, but he was determined to make this work. He’d been so lonely even before serving Titan, and humans had always praised the benefits of calling someone a friend. Maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to experience that for once.
Troy hummed. “We do.” He looked at the overwhelming stack of reports he had to deal with. Having someone to talk to had always made work fly by for him. He missed that. He missed it a lot… “What harm could it do?” At his superior’s invitation, X20 sat down, pulling out a couple of items out of the bag. Troy’s eyes widened. “Where did you get these?”
X20 placed them in front of the Captain. “I heard they were your favourites back on the surface, before you joined us.” The soft drinks seemed to shine in the fading light of the office. Above the waves, X20 knew the sun was setting, signalling the end of the day. It wouldn’t be the end of it for King Titan’s right and left-hand men, however. “You must be pretty sick of seawater and algae by now. I’ve also heard getting gifts for someone is the best way to start a friendship, but I’m not sure what to do now…” The agent admitted.
Troy offered him a genuine smile, something he felt he hadn’t done in a long time. “Now…” Troy started, more than happy to give X20 some guidance here. “Now we talk about what we like, what we don’t like. We share funny stories from our past and what we want to do in the future. We-” He cut himself off as the images of Atlanta, and then Phones, flashed through his mind. Before X20 could say anything about his sudden silence, he pushed the thought of his former friend and girlfriend to the side. “We talk about fears and uncertainties. We get to really know the people we’re with, as if they’re our blood family.”
“I see.” X20 grinned in understanding. “So, where should we start?”
Troy rubbed his chin in thought. “Well, you already know what my favourite drink is,” he gestured to the cans on his desk, “so, what would you say your favourite is?”
In the end, they ended up talking for a couple of hours, only stopping when an aquaphibian interrupted them to find X20. Their time was up. It was time for the surface agent to return to his mission on the surface. Troy sighed when everyone was out of earshot, his thoughts drifting once more towards Atlanta. It had been surprisingly easy to talk to X20, but it had been even easier to talk to her. 
Throughout years of building up their relationship, of sharing everything, they’d finally gotten to a point where Troy couldn’t have imagined a life without her. He’d even gotten a ring for her to offer her. To ask her to spend the rest of her life with him. But Titan had taken him in before he could ask, and his love for her was called into question. Did he even still love her anymore? 
There was no way he’d give himself back to the WASPs. But was there a way to convince the woman he loved to join the Titanican cause? He shook his head almost as soon as the thought appeared. Atlanta’s feelings for him were strong, once upon a time, but her love for her father was most definitely stronger at the moment.
Defeated, he took one last look at the ocean out of the window, the vast waters beyond the city now completely black. He stood up, sliding his mask back on. He had a few checks to make before calling it a night.
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Commander Shore was the first to speak. “Troy was hesitating?” The control room was silent upon Marina’s reveal. From the outside, it would’ve looked as if he just kept missing his mark, but the mermaid knew him too well than to believe that. “You’re certain?” Marina nodded, determined. 
“I knew it…” Phones muttered. “I knew there’d be a way to get through to him!”
Fisher grinned. “Yeah, he’d never want to hurt us, no matter what side he’s on.”
“Hold on.” Shore held up his hands, signalling a time-out. “I already know what you’re thinking, and it’s out of the question.” Phones froze. “You’re not going to Titanica to try and convince Troy to come home.” Shore frowned, offering the Lieutenant a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry. But it’s too dangerous.”
“But Commander,” Fisher began, “this may be our best chance. If Troy’s having doubts, he’s more likely to listen to us.”
The Commander sighed. “I’m well aware. But the Titanican attack on Pacifica was costly, even if we did win. Too many crews are gravely wounded.” His previously sharp gaze drooped as his mind drifted to the officers who had lost their lives that day. His companions were similarly subdued. “Or worse…” He locked eyes with Phones, who looked back at him sadly. “We’re weakened while they’re recovering. Stingray will remain on standby until then. That’s-”
“Sir, please don’t say it.” Fisher cut him off hurriedly. 
“That’s an order.” Everyone gave him a look. “Oh, don’t give me that.” He subtly rolled his eyes. He swore up and down he didn’t just have one child sometimes. “You all know I’m right. Now, you all better get to bed. It’s late.”
“Commander!” The frantic voice of one of the cadets floated through the doors. “News from Patrol Vessel Number 33!” Everyone looked at the young woman, curious. “They have captured a Titanican vessel just a few miles west of the beach. And they have a prisoner.”
Commander Shore raised an eyebrow. “I can tell there’s something particularly special about this prisoner…” He smirked when the cadet nodded. “Well, speak up soldier! Who’s the lone soul who’ll have to deal with WASP interrogation first thing tomorrow?”
“It’s Surface Agent X20, sir…”
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c-rose2081 · 8 months
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Life advice from Gordon Tracy:
When your brothers are ribbing you about not having your usual beautiful girl-wife to take to a black tie event, bring your military ranking, hot mermaid, long-distance best friend instead to shut them up.
Also never wear a black tie to a black tie event.
Whenever I start thinking about them I just want to draw them. Marina and Gordon still aren’t in any sort of relationship other than international-waters besties. It’s nice to have a backup plan whenever Penelope is unable to attend an event with him.
Marina isn’t ever opposed to playing dress-up; she enjoys getting off base once in a while. So long as Captain Tempest is assured she’ll be back before midnight (and with a minute or two of girlish puppy eyes), he’ll allow it. Gordon already knows the entire WASP fleet will be on his ass if he’s even a minute late getting her home, so he’s always punctual.
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eddycrosbyartist · 11 days
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‪Ink drawing of Marina from Gerry Anderson’s Stingray‬
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spaceshipsoutthepool · 9 months
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"You said, get help. You know someone." she said slowly. then belatedly raising her eyebrows and drew a mark with her hand making it a question. Atlanta tried not show how relieved she was Marina had asked. but figured it was probably written all over her face.
The last chapter. two years and 56k.5 words later we draw to a close.
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room-on-broom · 11 months
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Update. Chapter 30 - Tides change.
"He (Titan)… Hurt me, Atlanta. Even if not with his own hands…hurt.” Atlanta slid a hand over her friend’s shoulder again. Marina took a deep breath, in one two three, and out two three four. In one two three, and out two three four. “Hurt others. I don't want anyone hurt like me again anywhere. Land people or other undersea, not just mine.” Marina said. “But he will? He does what he likes."
[image id: a square mixed media illustration. It is a shackle with a broken chain, a cythathem flower and a ribbon together. the background is gradient of light green, dark green to black. the title Unshackled is written in pink capitals across the middle with a hazy effect over it. There are two Wasps about it. the shackle has clam and shell details. The cut flower is growing up through a link in the chain. the ribbon is looped around the flower and through three links of the chain seemingly with enough force to break it but leave the flower unharmed bar shedding a few petals. there are white bubbles rising as iff under dark water. ]
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avengedbiologist · 2 years
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I've been seeing @c-rose2081's Marina redesigns and I've been obsessed so had to redraw em!
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"I miss him... I miss Dad..."
A scene for a planned "Stingray movie" fic.
I cried when this image popped up in my head so I had to draw it. And yall gonna cry with me 😆😭
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Happy new year.💛💛💛
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gerryandersontv · 2 years
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Stingray: A Sinking Feeling! - A Gerry Anderson A21 News Story
Stingray: A Sinking Feeling! – A Gerry Anderson A21 News Story
The shattering crack of the explosion rocked the World Navy carrier to its keel and by the time the crew knew what had happened, the Mechanical Fish was already sinking beneath the waves. The sneak attack had been entirely successful and the Aquaphibians controlling the grotesque undersea craft knew it was only a matter of time before the WASP sent another vessel to investigate. In Marineville’s…
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