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marinememes · 1 year

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I really love how every part of the angular roughsharks’ name describes it perfectly. In a world with so many animal names that sre just conglomerations of other animal names, its nice to have something so perfectly descriptive.

Angular ✔️

Rough ✔️

Shark ✔️

#the perfect name for the perfect specimen #still smooth as hell tho #angular roughshark #aquarium #marine biology #sharks #ocean #sea creatures #deep sea #fish #oceanposting #tw trypophobia #science #zoology #marine life

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holocephal1 · 8 months

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do you want to be consumed by what loves you?

#ocean #deep sea #my art #blood tw #ocean art #im so fucking proud of this thing #i need the ocean to eat me

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biosillystims · 3 months

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blue jellyfish stimboad... plese

Blue Jellyfish stimboard for @datexpunged!! I tried to mimic a fade to deep blue, like how it gets darker in the ocean the father you go. Hope you enjoy!! ::D

🌊 | 🪼 | 🌊

💙 | 🪼 | 💙

⬛ | 🪼 | ⬛

#tw hands #hand #hands #stim #stims #stimboard #gif #gifs #jellyfish #blue #stars #galaxy #deep blue #ocean #water #blue jellyfish #bubbles #lamp #light #slime #moon jellyfish #jar

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4izawas · 1 year

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— 𝐌𝐎𝐎! ; 𝐦. 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: it was for her own good, after all.

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: attack on titan. | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: mikasa ackerman/f!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 1.36k.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: farm au, hybrid au, cow hybrid!mikasa, owner!reader, milking, milking machines, dubcon, forced orgasm, crying, bondage.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

squinting into the bright light of the sun, y/n throws up a hand to shield her eyes. the brightness that came with the early morning burned her eyes a little bit more than usual considering she’d just woken up, dressing while still half asleep. she’d only gone from half asleep to drowsy while pulling on her boots, and that had only been about three minutes ago. still, she lived and worked on a hybrid farm, and therefore had a job to do — starting with her prize cow.

“good morning, mika!” y/n sings softly, walking through the door that led to the cow hybrid’s private room and opening the panel that hid away the milking rig. as the farm’s prize hybrid ( by a lucky purchase at auction by y/n herself ), mikasa had the best place to rest and relax amongst the other hybrids.

a whine from a pile of blankets is her only response as she pulls open the curtains with one hand while unwinding the milk tubes with the other. she sends a look over her shoulder at the lump buried beneath a pile of blankets, a warm twinkle in her eye; as fond as she was of pieck and historia, who lived on either side of mikasa’s room, mikasa had always been her favorite.

“c’mon sweetheart, it’s time to get on the milking rig,” y/n says gently, striding over and gently shaking what she believed to be mikasa’s shoulder. the cow hybrid pulls away with a groan of annoyance, and y/n sighs before slowly tugging the blankets down, leading mikasa to sit up and rub at her eyes in annoyance. putting her hands down, she blinks pointedly at y/n, who just stands there looking at her with her hands on her hips as the cow hybrid crosses her arms with a pout; y/n raises an eyebrow, almost running out of patience. “mikasa. rig, now.”

“no! i don’t want to!” mikasa snaps, surprising y/n; the cow was generally soft-spoken and sweet, and always more than happy to be milked. Y/N more than any of the rest of the staff, family or not, knew how tender the cow hybrids could get when their plump tits got overfull; the strain left them so sore and achy, which was why she always stayed on top of milking no matter the weather or circumstances.

“mikasa, you’ve not been in the rig for over twenty four hours now,” y/n says softly, crossing her own arms non-threateningly. “you asked for me to milk you tomorrow yesterday — and now it’s tomorrow. i gave you a break and milked historia extra, now it’s your turn.”

“no!” mikasa yells, tightening the way she held her own crossed arms and glaring at her owner. the thin wrap ( that was really akin to a long red scarf with how it was sewn, and it’s ends dangled behind her from where she’d tied it ) that hid her chest from view at all times aside from when she was being milked tightens with the movement, and small dark spots bloom on the fabric as she begins to leak into the cloth. y/n sighs, her patience thinning as she tries to remain understanding.

“why? why won’t you let me attach the milking rig?” she asks gently, her soothing voice coaxing the cow hybrid from her nest. mikasa stands while grumbling, her long red skirt ( that was really two long lengths of fabric tied together with good tinted chains, one run of fabric in the front to cover her oussy and another in the back to hide her ass ) pulled to the side for just a second, baring her cunt to y/n. her owner wisely says nothing about it, and mikasa’s cheeks darken as her arms uncross and she looks down at her hands, playing with her fingers as an obvious embarrassment washes over her. “well?” y/n pushes, and mikasa screws her eyes shut.

“because — because — they’re s-sensitive!” she yells, tears that show her embarrassment even further glistening in the corners of her eyes. y/n’s eyes widen; she knew that after years of milking some cows grew sensitive, but never this early — mikasa was only twenty six for fuck’s sake, and cows got sensitive at the earliest a decade after this! there was no way she could believe her.

with a sigh, y/n puts down the rig parts she was holding and strides over to mikasa, who relaxes when she sees nothing in her owner’s hands. she’s so calmed and pleased with what she believes to be a victory that she only notices that y/n’s tying her limbs down when she has both arms and an ankle already bound. “what are — what are you doing?” she asks in a small voice, but y/n just ignores her in favor of tying the other leg down. mikasa doesn’t struggle, having full faith and trust in her owner, but when y/n pulls back and returns to the milking equipment she begins to fruitlessly struggle against her bonds. “n-no — i said no!” she shrieks. “my nipples — they’re too sensitive! i can’t!”

“this is for your own good, mika,” y/n says softly, attaching the hollow suction cups to her areola and then twisting in the tubing that was attached to both the rotor and the collection bucket. she backs off from mikasa’s struggling body, striding over to the trigger that would initiate the machine that would milk her favorite pretty cow hybrid.

pressing her thumb against the large blue button, her right eye twitches slightly at the shrill shriek mikasa lets out when the suction from the machine begins forcefully drawing milk from her overfilled breasts. the cowgirl struggles wildly against her binds, tears filling her eyes as a thick heat encompasses her tummy. she wants to squeeze her thighs together, but she can’t, and stuttered whines fall from her lips alongside the cries from overstimulation as she clenches around nothing. y/n just leans against the wall and crosses her arms before closing her eyes, obviously able to milk any of her cattle hybrids even while blind.

mikasa’s cunt pulses and she can feel herself slicking up, and she swallows hard at the realization, falling silent for the first time in a full minute and a half. by ymir — she likes it. she likes it a lot.

with a strangled whimper the knot that had been building in her tummy alongside the heat tightens more and more before finally being tugged taut, her eyes widening drastically and a scream falling from her lips as she cums hard from nothing but overstimulation to her nipples. the noise immediately catches y/n’s attention and her head snaps up, her own eyes now wide — at least until she realizes that mikasa is not, in fact, in pain, but actually cumming more or less untouched.

her eyes darken with interest, and she grins before pushing herself off the wall and striding towards where her girl was strung up. pulling her gloves off, she allows her fingers to dance up mikasa’s barely clothed thigh before tracing her slit with her middle finger. pulling her hand away, her fingertip comes away sticky with her release, and y/n can’t keep herself from sticking it in her mouth. her eyes roll back a little and she moans at the taste before pulling her now cum-cleaned but spit-slicked finger from her mouth, running it up mikasa’s waist as the cow hybrid continues coming down from her high.

“i think we’ve found a new spot to start milking, mika’,” she purrs, relishing the look that filled mikasa’s eyes as she realized just what she meant. she ig ores the way the cow hybrid begins shaking her head ‘no’, instead getting on her knees between the hybrid’s forcefully parted legs, licking her lips in anticipation as she pushes her skirt to the side. her eyes sparkle, blacken with lust, and take on a wicked gleam before she speaks one last time before making the first move. “i think i’ll start by getting the first taste though — what do you think?”

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

#mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa ackerman x you #shingeki no kyojin x you #shingeki no kyojin x reader #attack on titan x you #attack on titan x reader #sub!mikasa ackerman x reader #tw hybrids #tw dubcon #deep ocean.🦑#aot farm!au

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pinkfey · 8 months

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𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐀. ┆ 𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗, 𝗞𝗥𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗡-𝗦𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗘𝗥, 𝗕𝗨𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗘𝗔𝗦.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 ┆ 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫 ┆ 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰 ┆ ♡ 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 "Let me say it plain: I loved someone and I failed at it. Let me say it another way: I like to call myself wound but I will answer to knife."

#okay i am mildly proud this time !! i’ve come so far with coloring methinks !!#will not stop having my little baldur's gate 3 moment..... we are fucking down down down by the river !!#bg3 #edit*#ch: ursula #blood tw.#also will NEVER stop using that nicole homer quote for ursa. like jesus christ.#you the ocean and me is one of my favorite songs ever btw. it's so ursula/taylss core u don't even understand.#almost included sunlight by hozier for a lil ursula/astarion moment bc of their recurring sun imagery (makes me moan and throw up <3)#but deep sea works for like a MILLION different things relating to ursula and talyss AND astarion so i used that one instead #anyways. teehee.#real ones will recognize i've changed a few details abt talyss' 'betrayal' + killed off the crew in the time since i last posted abt it ✊#it just works better !!

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tourettesdog · 1 year

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Still Deeper

Based on the prompt “How deep is the Ghost Zone?” for Phic Phight!

For @aggressivelyclueless Word count: 3,055 AO3 Link

Danny often wondered how deep the Ghost Zone ran. When he let himself drift over the islands, watching the lap of ectoplasm tug at the purpled stones like the endless waves of a moonless ocean. When he drifted closer, feeling that pull that ached to tug him into the depths.

Settling down on one of the islands, Danny let his spectral tail dip where the ectoplasm grew heavy. It sent a shiver down his spine, not unlike a cold splash of water, freshly thawed in the spring.

He couldn’t help but compare it to the sea. Green and ghastly as it was, the similarities felt hauntingly close when great behemoths rose from the depths, too many eyes skirting what Danny could only call the surface, before sinking back down to the depths.

He tried to venture there once.

Shutting his eyes, Danny recalled that hapless voyage with a shudder. He’d tied a Fenton fishing line around his waist and trusted Sam and Tucker with the other end. They’d advised against it, knuckles whitening with fear for his safety as they held that thin thread with everything they had.

Danny offered a smile and a salute as he took the plunge.

Diving was easy. The ectoplasm did not fight him, rather welcoming him as he struck through the wash of green. That first layer was not too dissimilar to the surface itself, and by the time Danny glanced upwards he would not have been able to see the difference at all were it not for the sharpened bases of the islands striking downward.

He struck downward too, his tail flickering as he went.

If the surface of the Zone was air, this layer was a fog. It clung to Danny’s skin like mist, cold and hazy with the scent of petrichor heavy in his nostrils.

Blob ghosts trilled in the distance, their sounds echoing on and on in the open expanse. They darted towards Danny, a flock of bright green and brighter red eyes. He welcomed them with a pulse of his core and their trills redoubled with glee.

“Is everything okay?” Sam asked through the Fenton Phones, her tone as tense as the line around his waist.

“Everything’s fine, Sam,” Danny reassured as he held his hand out, letting one of the blob ghosts roll over his fingers. “There’s just some blob ghosts here.”

She wanted him to resurface, but Danny had more to see.

The blob ghosts stuck with him for a time, corkscrewing around his tail and settling in his hair like fat drops of rain. Danny hummed with their trills, finding a chorus of song answering his own.

The mist of the expanse began to densen, coalescing in a blanket of jade fog. It coiled around Danny as he met it, the chill it left on his skin buzzing.

The blob ghosts quieted as he swept his tail through the fog. They tentatively drifted to meet it, their own tails skirting just above the layer. Curiosity and unease mixed, pinging from their little forms with each warbling trill and chirp.

Tentatively, Danny sank his hand beneath the layer of fog, feeling that electric buzz shudder through his ectoplasm.

It wasn’t unpleasant. Strange and new, but no less unpleasant than the crackle of a distant storm.

With one last glance at the blob ghosts, sure they would not follow him down, Danny sank deeper into the abyss.

The cold sparks that danced across Danny’s face electrified his core, filling him with energy and nerve. The jade of the fog had faded into a strange sort of blue, not unlike the open atmosphere of the world the Zone paralleled.

Large, cloud-like structures rose up from the new depths, cyclical spirals that drifted slowly, as if caught in a current. Danny could spot rocks drifting along with them, some as vibrantly purple as the ones at the surface and others as jet-black as obsidian. He moved in an arc to meet one of the stones, finding it tumbled and rounded like the pebbles of a river.

A loud trill startled Danny from his thoughts. He spun around to find a large blob ghost winding towards him, a long tail flowing behind it. Its ectoplasm was as teal as Jazz’s eyes and its face pointed like the tapered snout of a sturgeon. It met Danny with beady magenta eyes, his own glow reflected in those bright orbs as it drifted around him. Its tail ghosted across his arms, curiosity brimming from its ectoplasm in one long, drawn-out trill that whistled and crackled at the end.

Danny returned it in kind with a chirp from his core, watching the ectoplasm ripple across the ghost’s back as it made one last spin around him.

Just as soon as it came, it was gone, tail flicking lazily as it threaded through the stones circling one of those cloud-like spires.

Danny wondered just how deep the spires went. He followed their spiral, finding more oddities amidst the collection of stones. There were odd items gathered in the current: old watches, faded photographs, and glistening jewelry. Trinkets lost to time— though how literally, Danny couldn’t say. He regarded a locket with an inscription so worn that he couldn’t read more than the letter ‘A’. It took everything in him not to reach out and touch it and see if something lay inside.

Something as innate as the hum of his core told him that he shouldn’t disturb their rest.

Rest… it was a funny word for a lump of old bronze and a rusted chain.

“Where are you?” came Tucker’s voice in his ear, the words oddly distant and ringed with static.

“I’m not sure,” Danny answered, still following the curve of the spire, giving distance to the items pulled towards it. “It almost looks like the sky here. It’s nice, honestly.”

Tucker hummed, his anxiety evident. “Just don’t go too far. There’s still plenty of line, but you need to turn back at the first sign of danger.”

Danny nodded, though they couldn’t see. “I know, Tuck. I’ll be careful,” he said.

The buzz hummed alongside his core as he dove still deeper.

The spires did not end, in a sense. They merely faded, drifting apart into a layer of rich white fog that mixed in swirls and rivulets with bright streaks of goldenrod. The static lingered most prominently there, as cold as the Far Frozen and as lively as a sparking wire. Danny hesitated before he met this fog, worried for a moment that the sparks would be more electrical and biting than the familiar caress of active ectoplasm. He brushed the tip of his tail through the swirls, watching as it melted outwards from the contact in jagged ripples.

His core pulsed with energy, a cold hum resonating with the fractals of ice that lingered in his own ectoplasm.

He readily dove through it, laughing as ice bloomed over his hands and in his hair, trailing off of him in powders of snow.

The channels of white fog faded altogether into that goldenrod yellow. It was denser than the green and blue had been, yet no less alive— in a way only ectoplasm could be. Danny tensed as he saw shadows in the distance, moving through the last fading reaches of the spires. It took him a moment to recognize them as ghosts, though he supposed he ought not be surprised.

They were like no ghosts that Danny had ever seen. More fish and mollusk than blob, with arching fins and tangling whiskers. They drifted in schools, watching him with too many eyes above too many teeth. Each was as different from the next, some more vapor and smoke than anything, and others as dense and sharp as horn.

They ignored Danny for the most part, continuing on their course, though some darted away as soon as their eyes met.

One approached, six eyes green and gleaming in the golden haze. Danny knew fear, his hand tensing on the line as it drew close. It was as large as he was, an awful thing that was more shark in the front and nautilus in the back, with a mouth that stretched from its snout to the horn of the shell.

It kept some distance and Danny let go of some of his fear, regarding the ghost with a tilt of his head that it copied— as much as it could with the stiffened, inorganic rigidity of something that may have never existed outside of this place.

Three of the eyes blinked and two long tendrils stretched out, brushing close to Danny’s face as the ghost let out a staccato of unearthly clicks.

The same curiosity as the blob ghost from the layer above, enough to mirror Danny’s own. He tried to return it in kind, finding a trickle of something neighboring on amusement when his core garbled the odd notes.

The creature went on its way, leaving a channel of rippling goldenrod in its wake. Sparks danced along its ectoplasm as it went and Danny watched as the green of the ghost's eyes faded into the mire around him.

More of those strange ghosts followed Danny, perhaps emboldened by the first. They ranged in size, some no larger than dimes and others enough to rival small whales. A ghost swam below Danny, all tentacles and eyes, like a jellyfish without its crown. Small fish-like ones flitted around his head, all teeth and sharp edges.

He kept his guard about him, ready to make good on his word and flee at the first sign of danger, but… found none amidst the odd assortment of ghosts. They almost danced, in a way, following currents he couldn’t feel in patterns he couldn’t see. Many of them dove downwards, fading to golden shadows in his periphery.

Danny followed one of them, tracing the trail it left in its wake, watching the flicker of its smoke-like tails as they wound and undulated with the ghost’s movement.

The goldenrod darkened into a rich sunset orange. The trail tunneled, the path wavering like sand pulled by the tide. Sparks crackled along Danny’s back, the space smelling of ozone and, strangely, of stone. The mute scent of a cavernous cave far below the soil, all rock and dripping water.

The ghost before him took a sharp dive downwards, the smoke of its tails stretching to faint wisps that tickled Danny’s nose. He scrunched up his eyelids, shaking the vapor from his face. His movement felt slow and stuttered, the air as dense as the mud-choked waters of a swamp.

When he opened his eyes again, Danny had to blink to make sure he was seeing things correctly. The rich sunset ombre of orange had gone, and in its place the sky bled red.

A red so absolute that it pressed on Danny’s eyes, warping the colors around him. It stained his gloves the same color, as rich and bloody as a weeping wound. The static had lessened from the lively buzz to something much more languid and rhythmic. The slow beats of a resting heart. The offbeat thumps of a timpani drum. The rumble of faroff thunder without so much as a spark of lightning to see.

Shadows hung in Danny’s periphery, blacker than the night. They formed strange structures not unlike tangled tree branches, only too geometric and sharp-edged to ever be something so organic. The ghost he had followed swam on, its blue ectoplasm now a rich purple in the red light. It coasted along, uncaring of the shift in pressure.

Danny tried to follow it, but paused when that energy squeezed at his core, pulsing like the heartbeat of something far too vast and far too old. It had pinpricks racing along his arms and to his chest, freezing his torso in a way that had nothing to do with the chill surrounding him and everything to do with the frantic, nervous humming of his core.

He shouldn’t be here. Wherever here was, it did not know the living. It hardly knew the dead, too uncaring of Danny’s fear in its vast wake.

Sounds echoed around him, the cracks of shattering glass and grinding stone joining the monotonous tune that squeezed at his chest. The air smelled strongly of iron, only worsening the awful likeness to fresh blood.

The ghost was nearly gone now, aiming towards one of the blackened structures with slow, languid flicks of its tails. Danny could just make out its eyes, too many luminous dots that raced along every inch of its form.

Just as it began to round the corner, the air seemed to shift. The space behind the structure rippled, a wall of red colliding with the ghost, opening into a vast, cavernous maw of blade-sharp teeth.

It swallowed the ghost whole, the rich purple ectoplasm disappearing into the void-dark belly of the beast.

Danny’s core could have shattered with how strongly it hummed, fear coursing through every inch of his being. He remained stockstill, hoping that the thing with too many teeth wouldn’t turn its attention on him.

Static crackled in his ears, the garble of voices unable to make it through the wall of interference.

A thousand eyes, each darker than shadow, turned to meet him.

The line tugged and Danny didn’t fight it. He welcomed the reminder of safety up above and turned sharply, throwing everything he had into rocketing upwards through the warped tunnels above.

The static rippled in his ears, a small nuisance compared to the heavy thunder of crashing glaciers and rumbling earth that chased behind. It brought its own static, too piercing and high for Danny to make sense of anything more than a cruel, twisted pitch that met his ears so sharply he was sure they bled.

Danny didn’t stop, his chest heaving with breaths he didn’t need as he shot through the electric buzz of goldenrod, this time finding no safety in its energetic embrace.

He could feel the creature behind him still. Its thrum of energy, the acidic bite of its breath. He didn’t dare spare a glance backwards, least of all when he felt something sharp rake along his tail, the world darkening as the thing that shadowed him drew too close.

Danny put everything he had into soaring upwards. Every last ounce of energy, every prayer. He ignored the fish-like ghosts as they peeled away, their cores sparking with a horrendous fear as Danny brought the thing that lurked in the bloody depths into their peaceful layer of gold.

Danny could have cried when he saw the goldenrod mix with white. Could have kissed the odd trinkets that danced around the spires, if disturbing their rest meant escaping the gnash of too many teeth.

Its presence lingered behind Danny far too long, his core stuttering with each rhythmic pulse of ancient, resonant ectoplasm. It knew no emotion he could recognize. Nothing he could understand past the desire to tear and bite and end.

Danny didn’t stop when the last deep thrums of the ghost’s core faded, sinking back to the depths far below. He kept going, tears pricking the corners of his eyes when he spotted the sharp stones of the islands overhead.

Danny shot out of the ectoplasmic sea and breathed like a man starved of air. His chest heaved, his arms shook. He landed on the nearest island, crumpling into a quivering heap.

He sobbed.

Danny hardly remembered when Sam and Tucker found him. They had been several islands away when he resurfaced, he was told.

They had almost gone down for him, they had said.

That memory lingered much more strongly— the fear tied to it as he looked at his friends with tear-stricken eyes and made them promise to never venture where he had gone.

Danny rolled on his side as he remembered the fear that had gripped at his core. How close he had come to finding himself in the belly of a beast, utterly lost to anything resembling home.

His hand ghosted along his hip, right over where the ghost’s teeth had scraped him, digging deep channels into his body that bled through layer upon layer of gauze.

More layers than he has dove.

The scars remained, just as much as that fear, and yet… as Danny flicked his tail through the dense waves of ectoplasm, part of him longed to delve still deeper.

~*~

A fish-like ghost, more shark and nautilus than any one thing, knew the red depths well. It often sank through the goldenrod tunnels to linger in the forests of blackened branches. It was quicker than most, able to dart away from the behemoths that stalked the open stretches and hummed discordant songs that spelled a death it didn’t know.

The black branches shot downwards into the familiar dusky stretches of its first home. Here the branches merged into colossal trunks that stretched too high and too low. It would hug the trunks, sinking deeper until the red faded into a cold silver rich with fragments of stone and drifting globules of ectoplasm.

The trunks branched out again if the ghost went deep enough. They formed massive roots, digging into shattered plains amidst glowing fronds, each clinging to the other. Small ghosts congregated on these expanses, finding shelter in the vast network of roots, and sustenance in what fell from the stretches above.

The behemoths, ancient as they were, did not always last. When they fell they would drift through the haze and into the silver, their weakened forms snagging on the roots and laying within the fronds. The last hums of their cores, if they still pulsed, rang like a dinner bell throughout the hallowed roots. The ghosts that lingered there would congregate, a symphony of cores welcoming a feast for the Ancients— perhaps even of them, if they could ever be so lucky to have one fall.

The plains were not endless, broken by great cracks that wove over the blackest black.

It didn’t know what lay below, only that it went still deeper.

#danny phantom #phanfic #fanfic #aggressivelyclueless #the ghost zone #eldritch ghosts #ghosts #the ghost zone is like the ocean #deep water tw #jic #phic phight #phic phight 2023 #dogfics

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octastims · 4 days

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A Sebastian Solace (Roblox Pressure) stimboard with sea snakes, blue whales, anglerfishes, deep sea and shopkeeper stims for @h0ped3lusion

AKA I decided to make this into a mega stimboard! This was fun.

💙 💙 💙

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toongamer4 · 3 months

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Created a thalassophobia based artwork for my OC Ameya, my ghost cat with power over water. Although ironically, she is also deathly afraid of deep water too, as this art reflects something of her past life.

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ghostlystarlightbluebird · 1 year

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could you maybe do something dropoff themed? im obsessed with that edge right between the safety of the reef and the vulnerability of the open water

I'll post this separately for you as well another version so you can have a proper looking aesthetic board! Was this the vibe that you meant? I hope I did it justice for you! Thank you for submitting your request 💙😊

#islands and reefs #tw: thalassophobia #thalassophobia #ocean #ocean aesthetic #sea #seacore #seascape #mermaidcore #water #siren #sirencore #waves #deep sea #diving

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liliallowed · 4 months

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Are leviathans territorial creatures?

Also why does Crimson fight other leviathans?

some are extremely territorial while other traverse around the depths just constantly on the move.

they're many different shapes and sizes to them. some even go as far down as the seafloor, (they look more like centipedes instead of fish)

as for why crimson fights, they're mischievous and crafty. sometimes it's just for them to test their strength and sometimes it's a matter of pride. other times they are on a mission to uncover some buried history.

crimson STEALS food and treasures from the other leviathans and hoards it all in their maze of a nest. maybe snack off the deep dwellers making the corpse of fallen leviathans, or steal GLOWEY SHINY MAGIC ORB thingy they don't really need but just like to collect. it might seem like the depths get more Claustrophobic and smaller as one goes deeper but due to past volcanic activity and vents it actually gets WIDER.

there's an entire world of darkness down there. luckily crimson doesn't need to worry much about death or losing direction (their tail is quite lengthy and it does give them a sense of 'left and right for them to navigate based on their former position.")

there's some really cool buried technological magic gizmos down there. they keep digging for scrap after hearing of a device capable of shrinking leviathans to human size. (oddly specific function. they wonder if the leviathan who owned it bullied the ancient fallen civilization into making him that bracelet.)

(it's a reference/Easter egg to another utau siren fic. if yk yk)

they haven't had much luck with finding relevant stuff but they have uncovered a LOT of weird ancient runes and weirdass symbols they don't understand. whatever technology was behind it, the people who used it are long gone.

they also do actually find bigger leviathans down there... there's ALWAYS a bigger fish. always.

even if they can't die, being eaten alive isn't pleasant. they'd rather not.

#tw deep sea exploration #trigger warning for people sensitive to picturing the deep dark ocean #lv triangle #ocean au

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gingerreggg · 1 year

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Ok so your Dark Siren! Joseph gave me a fucked up idea: dark siren Caesar, based on the deep sea stoplight loosejaw fish (google at the risk of nightmares). His glowing cheek markings emit a hypnotic light to lure in his prey, and his face looks deceptively human-- until his jaws unhinge to horrifying proportions...

OH THIS IS AN OLDIE BUT GOLDIE BUT I HAVE MARINATED SO

Deep sea siren Caesar! He has bioluminescent markings and a lil light too to catch prey

Light on:

Light off:

Deep Sea sirens are, obviously, built different than the traditional surface siren: the ocean floor is dark, cold, and their bodies experience an immense amount of pressure in relation to surface dwellers.

Humans don’t traverse deep so they primarily feed on other sea life. But, it’s said that they’ll do anything to get their hands of human flesh- it’s both nutritious and delicious and makes them ravenous. Wonder why deep sea explorations aren’t super common? It’s because the moment these sirens see a submarine, they’ll destroy it to get to the food inside. Since they don’t have to lure people with attractiveness and use light instead, they tend to be a little less… easy on the eyes. But, even then, Caesar is a very beautiful siren when he takes his human-friendly form. But, his true deep sea form is a little unsettling to say the least lol

Bonus doodle of both siren boys

#my art #jjba #caesar zeppeli #joseph joestar #caejose #caejoseq #Suzi and the Isle of Sirens #gonna go watch that one YouTube video about how deep the ocean goes bye #what’s better than one guy with long hair? two guys with long hair #eye contact tw

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audhdnight · 5 months

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Finding this website immediately after finishing Our Wives Under the Sea was… an experience.

I am experiencing those inexplicable cosmic feelings. Those “holy shit the world is so cool and terrifying and I don’t know whether I want to explore it or hide from it” feelings. Those “the ocean is so fucking huge I can’t even wrap my mind around it” feelings.

Yk?

#deep sea #neal.fun #our wives under the sea #challenger deep #ship wrecks #ocean #ocean horror #goblin shark #frilled shark #greenland shark #cookie cutter shark #megamouth shark #tw ocean #tw thalassophobia #hey siri add this to my list of objectively cool things that freak me the fuck out

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