#Captain Hammerhead (The Deep)

[headfullof-ideas]

AKA, Ant arrives three to four years late to his own show.

Do not take any of these designs (except Ant and maybe the pirates) as final designs. I actually really don’t like the way I drew Fontaine, and this is my first and second time drawing Nereus and Alpheus in this world respectively. Nothing’s cemented with any of them yet.

Except Ant, I really like how Ant turned out

[httyd-nerd]

Hammerhead: Someone care to explain why we have 6 dogs on our submarine?

Maddy: They're golden retrievers, dude. They retrieve gold. I did this for us.

[dark-orca-dynasty]

I did some things today! Not writing, that's for sure, but I did things.

You can find more of my pixel doll stuff here if you're into that kind of thing, but right now this is the only one related to The Deep that I've posted. It's also the only pixel doll I've done by hand recently, but I'm planning to do Fontaine sometime soon and maybe Finn too.

[lamarie-artsy]

Here we go, my version of the Dark Orca family!

Both Archidemia and Hammerhead took their respective spouses' names, if anyone was wondering why Alpheus' family was the Kamat family and not the Benthos.

I haven't given everyone the bling they deserve, I meant to, I just kept getting distracted while I was doing the sketch and forgot. My stylisation is also very different to James Brouwer's, so everyone looks pretty different and it's more obvious when I've drawn three canon characters instead of one.

I have also accidentally made Hammerhead two years older than he is in canon. Oops.

I didn't mean to make Finn look so fabulous, it just sorta happened when I gave him the braid. Finn is a mama's boy, and the morning hair brushing is bonding time. Maddy usually uses that time trying to get Hammerhead to tell her stories about his pirate exploits from before she and Finn were born.

Finn's also more athletic in a gymnastic kind of way in this AU, with Archidemia and Alpheus as his mentors, not that Alpheus is usually happy to have Finn around.

The face obscuring masks also have voice modulators, and the Dark Orca is a lot scarier here than in canon because of the creep factor the masks give them. Said creepiness is only a bonus, the main reason for the masks is anonymity that means Theo and the kids are free to visit her family in Yorkshire without the authorities recognising them.

I think I'll do a post about the cousin trio as of 2016 to fully explain everything going on with Finn, Alpheus, and Tallulah, but it basically boils down to Finn looking up to Alpheus as the older cousin, Alpheus experiencing the Cain instinct, and Tallulah being the only one who's been around kids her own age.

There are technically four people who remember that Tallulah's got an older brother: Narayana and Keda assume that Finn and Alpheus aren't counting him as one of Tom's because they've never met, Tom (ADHD King) remembers that he has a biological grandson in theory but doesn't really connect him to Tallulah because said grandson refuses to meet him, and Theo is keeping quiet about him because she's waiting for the funniest possible moment to mention that Tallulah is another member of the little sister club.

Cait doesn't count because she's the one who gave birth to Connor.

[spiderdetentionaire]

Wednesday - Stories | OC Showcase

This is a movie-like fanfic I'm working on. But since I had started working I entered on an undefined hiatus until yesterday.

In this story I changed the environment from living at sea, somehow, to living in a city. The protagonist of this story, Osmosis Jones, is the son of a fisherman people call Captain Hammerhead and has a younger sister named Madeline.

Story cover made by @elkmoon21

[headfullof-ideas]

Finn: to work up the courage to actually ask out Fontaine

Madeline: to steal more things from the Nektons (secretly: figure out a way to talk about sea monsters with Ant without actually conspiring with him)

Hammerhead: Steal more things and stay further away from the Nektons than he was this year, because there have been way too many sea monsters for his liking this year

Danny Boy: get actual mechanic lessons so he can actually fix things instead of wing it

What do you think the Dark Orca crews new years resolutions are?

[fandomfluffandfuck]

https://www.tumblr.com/fandomfluffandfuck/755736737466253312

first time ive noticed the logo on his sleeve, lol who is the intern ordering his shirts for him?? those have got to chafe right, like on an ordinary guy that would probably be uncomfortable but the serum heals those quickly so maybe he just doesn't notice? 🤔

if he takes off his shirt after a workout would his underarms be suspiciously pink and sensitive.. hmmm this is my thot of the day

related to this

(also)

I don't know if you want cute, ticklish Steve thoughts or maybe softer, more emotional feelings of Steve getting used to his new body in the new century but, listen, I have so many degenerate thoughts (as always, but that's beside the point, lmao).

I have thoughts about Steve being into armpits.

Further, I have thoughts about Bucky pushing and shoving Steve into the locker rooms post-workout to go full jock and ending up face first in Steve's sweaty pit while he pounds him, manhandling Steve, leaving more bruises than their bare-knuckle boxing even left, and growling about how he was made for this and, "takes it like a goddamn, champ."

So. Yeah.

Just picture it...

Rough sex under the cut, some feminization at the same time that they're just, like, two hulking men? I don't know how that happened, lmao. But. Sure. Why not 😮‍💨

Every sound that comes out of Steve is higher and more breathy than the last. It's getting to the point where he sounds so pathetic. If anyone were to walk in on them, they wouldn't think it was a supersoldier being pounded, they'd think it was some tiny little lady having her pussy ruined. Brutalized. Steve's sensitive enough he might as well have a tight, wet pussy, though. His voice is so whiny and pitchy with his face pinched up, too. His eyebrows are drawn together so there's this cute little scrunch between them. His eyes are squeezed shut. He can't bear it. He's so deep in pleasure that it reads as pain, painted filthily across his face in full technicolor. Blushing. His cheeks are flushed hot and his sizzling color is spreading all the way up to the shells of his ears at the same time that it bleeds down below his stupidly hanging open mouth, candy red, to his throat and strangled chest.

Just like you wouldn't know it's Steve--big, strong Captain America--being fucked, you wouldn't know what his face is doing, though. Not when Bucky's pushing him hard. He's fucking him into, and knocking him up against, his metal locker. That poor locker is painted a deep navy blue, starkly contrasting his heated, sweat-soaked skin. His face is squished, pressed, and forced up against it, making his expression hardly readable. Bucky knows what his face is doing, though. He knows that wet dream of a face anywhere. Anytime. But he especially knows it when Steve is drowning in pleasure and it's obscene.

Every precious, whorish little sound that Steve makes comes with a puff of heated, humid air that fogs up the body-hot metal he's pressed into.

He's rattled up against the locker. They're denting it, the weight of them, Bucky the hammerhead and Steve just a needy little nail. Steve's hard, peaked nipples unforgivingly rub against it every time Bucky rushes out and shoves back in making his blood burn hotter.

Their blood is so hot. It isn't just Steve. Of course, not. It never is. They're fucking trouble together.

"Ah! AH! AH!" His sweet, measly sounds bounce around the locker room walls with every back-thrown-into-it thrust Bucky gives him. It's too fucking much--being fucked is too fucking much for Steve but it's also too much not to end up like this after sparring for hours. Wrapped around each other. Bruising each other. Going in hard on each other. Challenging each other like no one else who's not a supersoldier can. And today was good, fighting it out for enough time to loosen up and get a good sweat going. Slick skin, heaving chests, messed-up hair, sneering smiles, shit-talking, technique getting sloppy as they tired--their muscles burning. The air around them in the gym was humid with their sweat and the testosterone and adrenaline practically leaking from their pours, enough to taste in their open mouths.

They were cracking apart on the mats, especially brittle with Steve getting Bucky into a pin that mostly just involved his dick shoved against Bucky's ass through their soaked boxer briefs. They started in sweats and t-shirts but quickly got too fucking hot. It was just them, so what was the problem bare-knuckling it in boxers (Bucky) or boxers and a t-shirt (Steve)? Then, though, it was all made worse--crumbling apart that much faster--when Bucky managed to snare some leverage and flipped Steve to land with a smack against the mats, on his back, crawling all over him, and getting him into a chokehold.

Jesus.

Bucky's huge, naked, heaving chest to Steve's still-clothed sweat-sticky back and, just, guh, his armpit was right there when Steve started to wiggle and writhe, getting out of the hold. He went in nose-first and that was the real end of Steve. His fucking death. His nerves were already frayed by that point, tactically planning how to pin Bucky down and grind against him more than considering how to best fight him, playing dirty, but that was the final nail in the coffin. The last thread to snap. Lungfulls of Bucky's fucking musk and, oh, god, he's weak at the knees, he's whimpering, and he's twisting not to free himself but to get chest-to-chest with Bucky and grab his shoulders and squeeze at his waist to make sure he stays right there so Steve can fuck his dick against his hard, thick, very naked thigh while breathing in needy gasps of the smell of him alternating with burying his face between his pecs.

Jesus Christ.

Bucky had better plans, though, slamming Steve bodily back to the floor and tearing him out of his shirt for... some plan he had with his bare chest and probably really just his oversensitive, pink, pretty nipples, but actually just ending up zeroing in with a growl on Steve's own armpits. And finding in a rutting, groaning haze that the regulation dri-fit, skin-tight shirt Steve had been wearing with just his underwear, no pants, had rubbed him raw--some errant stitching or something about the seams at the armpit being unforgiving.

Jesus Fucking Christ.

Steve didn't even know. Like with everything. Bucky knows. Bucky knows him so much better and drives him crazy, using his knowledge to his advantage and being fuckin' evil about it. Steve was focused on other things until he wasn't, his legs instinctively wrapping around Bucky's stocky, muscled waist, feeling his abs flex and tense as he hauled him up and took him to the locker room to have his way with him.

Steve didn't put up any fight to that.

He's not fighting now, either. He's wilted and weak. He's just a warm, wet hole for Bucky to use with his overwhelmed body denting the fucking locker, his teeth feeling like they're rattling in his skull, and all of these high, shrill sounds being fucked. out. of. him. with every thrust because Bucky has his face in his armpit as he ravishes him, worrying that little patch of pink, raw skin with his tongue and teeth and lips and stubble and it's agonizing.

He's raw.

Only exposed nerves and desperate cries.

Too much pleasure.

He doesn't know what to do with it. All that fucking pleasure. Overdosing on it. Clenching on Bucky's big fucking cock fucking so hard into him that he's losing it. He isn't sure if he's laughing because it tickles, if he's crying because it fucking hurts, tender and sore, or if he's groaning with his whole chest, deep, because he can smell Bucky and he knows Bucky can absolutely smell him too. Hard work. Sweat. Testosterone. The fucking locker room. It's kind of really disgusting. Steve should be revolted. He should feel ashamed and dirty, no, filthy but, but--

"--buh-uh, uh, ah! Buckyyy!"

He just feels pleasure, whining so much higher and harder that it makes his throat ache. It's just white-hot pleasure at being fucking rawed by his man in the middle of the team locker room, treated exactly like the tough slab of muscle he is, able to take it, but somehow still reduced to this pathetic, whimpering puddle of slick sweat and pre-cum and tears--weeping like a pussy in heat. If Bucky gets any rougher, if he reaches around to pinch his nipples, if he slaps his ass, or, Jesus Christ, if he slaps his face, if he spits on him and calls him what he is, a little fairy taking a big cock like it's his job, Steve will never come back. He'll die. He's already dead, not breathing with Bucky shoved so deep in his pussy that he feels it in his throat. But he'll die all over again.

Please.

[insert-cephalopod-joke]

Part One- Third Quarter

“What have I done?”

Why is this happening? Was this Tartar’s revenge? Was this because he said no? Why did… Why did it have to hurt him?

Hyousuke was on the ground, thick, swirling ink pouring out of every hole of his face as he laid there. Milo did everything he could to try and wake him up. Shaking his shoulders, shouting at the top of his lungs, banging on his chest. And..

“Wh.. whuddr you.. Milo?”

“Uke… I’m sorry… I’m so…”

“Milo, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry..”

“What… for?”

Right. It wasn’t like Milo told him what was going on in his head. He could have told him, but he could handle it himself. Or so he thought. Milo was at least feeling slightly better now that Tartar was no longer focusing on him, so at least he would have the strength to take care of Hyousuke while he figured out how to fix this mess. With mild protest, Milo was able to get him back into bed in order to rest. In the meantime, Milo heads out to find some answers. 

So usually, Hyousuke is aware when he’s having a flare up, but this time he isn’t? Milo thought that since this was presumably Tartar’s doing due to the extremity, surely he would have to notice. Though.. Maybe that’s Tartar’s plan. Whatever that machine was planning, Milo knew he had to get to the bottom of it. Even if it meant going to the one of the places he hated the most. No matter the cost, he needed to keep his love away from the mess he made. 

So there he was. Hammerhead Bridge. Looking at the once terrifying statue now barely peeking out of the ocean. Looking at the water, it would be impossible to try and reach it on his own. However, Hyou had mentioned before hearing things more often when he was here. Maybe the same would go for Milo now that Tartar had somehow gotten inside of his brain. Taking a deep breath, he tried to concentrate on the statue in an attempt to talk to the telephone once more. 

Waiting…

Waiting…

Wai-

Reconsidering the offer, 10,008?

He jumped, before quickly trying to regain his composure and face his tormentor.

“No, of course not. All I want to know is why you’re going after U-... Captain, now.”

Of course. It’s simple really, the same reason I sought you out!

“Did he even consent to you controlling him? Or are you weakening him first like you did with me?”

No, no, I am not weakening him. After hearing that I was planning to work with you first, he decided to take on the role so that you would be able to continue playing your.. What was it.. Yes! Your “Turf War”

“N… No. No, no, no he wouldn’t do that! You’re lying!”

Why would I lie about something as kind as this? People should only receive praise if they have earned it, after all.

Why are you so upset? I thought you did not want to help me.

Milo was shocked. Would Hyou really do this? The Hyou he knows would only do that as a last possible resort… has he known about the cause of his sickness this whole time? No. He couldn’t have.

~

During all of this, Hyousuke was at home, still laying in bed as instructed by his worried partner. He couldn’t understand why Milo was so worried about his flare up this time. Now thinking about it, Milo’s sickness has been getting worse even faster now. His eye bags are almost pitch black, he’s lost tons of weight and muscle, he even stopped attending Turf War matches and elected to stay home in bed. It wasn’t natural for Milo, yet every time Hyou tried to help or ask what’s wrong, he is given excuse after excuse. Hyou isn’t sure how he feels, but it definitely isn’t good. Trying to respect Milo’s wishes, Hyou texted Liam.

-Hello. I need your help.

-yeagh man wats up??? 🤔👀

-Milo is acting odd. Could you check on him please?

-np broski i gotchu 😁👌

-Thank you.

-���🦑🫡🏃

With that, Hyou sat in bed, waiting for answers.

In the meantime, Liam set off on his newly acquired mission. If he’s being honest, Liam is as worried as Hyou is about Milo’s condition. He’s his best friend, you know? If he won’t talk to Hyou, maybe Milo would talk to him? 

Thus began the search. Liam checked every area he could think of Milo being at, starting with the practice area at Ammo Knights. Looking around there was the usual crowd: teams practicing group maneuvers, solo players trying out a new weapon, and even a few newly registered players practicing with their freshly acquired Splattershot Jr.. Among these were a vaguely familiar group of orange colored inkfish, looking a bit more down in the dumps than usual. With a bit of caution, Liam spoke up.

“Hey, you guys are Milo’s team, right?”

A tall inkling girl jumped at the mention of his name and shouted, “Yes! Yes we are! Please, is he ok? Is he quitting us?” She grabbed the small squid and began shaking his shoulders.

“N-No! Um.. I don’t really know if he’s ok, but… I definitely know he wouldn’t quit doing what he loves with you guys”

“That’s good to hear at least! The not quitting part, I mean.” She paused, attempting to gather her thoughts on what to say next. “Anyways, did you need something from my team and I?”

“Uh, yeah… have you guys seen Milo recently? Even just in passing?”

The team shared worried glances with one another.

“Unfortunately not my friend. He won’t even respond to our texts, and trust us, it’s HARD not to notice the amount of texts we’ve sent”

“Oh…”

“Sensin' something more serious is happening with him than a common cold. I’ll give you my number, and if we see or hear anything we’ll send it your way. B.. But you gotta do the same, ok? We wanna make sure our pal’s ok”

“Of course! Thank you for helping me out”

With that, the two exchanged numbers. The girl had put her name in his phone as “Clyde,” and finally meeting her explaining a lot of what Liam had heard about Clyde from Milo. Liam and the team then went their separate ways, hoping to find their friend sooner rather than later. Next stop for Liam was the cafe next to the lobby tower. 

The light jingle of the door’s bell announced Liam’s presence as he darted his eyes around the small area, looking for any clue as to where Milo could be. His brow crinkled as he walked from table to table, analyzing harder than he had ever analyzed before. The only thing able to snap him out of it was a stranger gently clearing their throat.

“Excuse me, young squire, is everything alright?”

Liam whipped his head around at the stranger before he straightened himself up a bit.

“Er… not necessarily, unless you know anything about an octopus who has a bit of amnesia and a back scar?”

“Oh, I know plenty about a person such as that. Come, sit.”

The isopod patted the seat next to him with one of his many arms, gently moving a tiny octarian plush out of the way with his others. Liam gingerly took up his offer, now awaiting a response.

“My name is Iso Padre. I met that lad when I was trapped on the Deepsea Metro. A curious octopus with a lot of hope. A rare sight in that dismal place. Haven’t seen him since he took down the place though”

“Hm. Well, think he’s gone missing now, and he’s been acting really, really strange”

Iso Padre was about to take a sip of his coffee, but froze upon hearing those chilling words.

“...that’s what I feared would happen to him…”

“Eh?”

“That scar. Goes deep in the spine. The spine goes up to the brain… the phone gets an extra life”

“You’re not saying…”

“Unfortunately. You must find him quickly, young squire, before it is too late”

“B-But.. I have no idea where to start..”

“Try areas near the ocean. Look for something out of place, something human”

Liam leapt up from his seat, startling the older sea creature.

“Thank you sir! Gotta go!”

He then busted out the doors, and after notifying Hyou, ran off to the only place that matched the cryptic description. Hopefully one of them will be fast enough. 

-hammwrhesd brudge com now

-pleesw

~

Liam arrived at the scene first, due to already being in the city area. Quickly running behind him was Hyou, along with Beatrix and the Squid Sisters. Marie, or rather, Agent Two, immediately began asking questions. 

“What in the world is going on? Where is Agent Eight!?”

Liam was afraid to answer, especially after what the isopod had told him. Thankfully he did not have to answer, as a loud, ear shattering creaking came from behind them. Up from the water appeared a large hand, reaching out towards something, or maybe… someone. Without a second look, Hyou began running in the direction the hand was gesturing to, and the rest promptly followed. 

What the group saw confirmed all of their worst fears. There Milo was, standing on the edge of the bridge in a trance. On the tip of one of the hand’s fingers was none other than the Commander himself, dangling by  its wires. Hyou went up to him and tried to get him away from the dangerous machine, but Milo would not budge. At the last second, Milo turned and stared, pupils shrunken in horror at seeing his partner. 

He was never being controlled by Tartar, let alone sick because of it. 

It was all a lie.

He fell for yet another lie told by that deceptive machine.

It was all a lie. 

It was all a lie.

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“U…ke?”

Without another word, the telephone produced six sharp appendages and latched on to Milo’s back, the appendages looking like an external ribcage. The loose wires quickly made their way into Milo’s skin, quickly taking control of his limbs and turning the surrounding skin a sickly green. Milo couldn’t bear the pain, screaming as loud as he could with burning tears streaming down his face. Hyou did everything he could to stop the menace, pulling at every wire and attempting to pry off the metallic clamps keeping the commander attached. 

Milo suddenly stopped screaming, now going limp in Hyou’s arms. As Hyou kept trying to tear off the commander, a hand reached out for his throat, clamping down with supernatural force.

“It is nice to see you again, agent. I thought I lost you to those… unsanitary inklings”

“Milo…”

“Milo is gone now”

With its grip getting tighter, a few longer, more slender appendages appeared, with one making its way into the side of Hyou’s head.

“I see you have some friends in there with you… some memory fragments that do not belong to you. I will take those off of your hands.”

Seeing Hyou not fighting back, the rest of Squidbeak took action, running to free Hyou from Tartar’s grasp. But it was too late. Before they could do anything Hyou’s extra memory fragments were extracted, leaving him motionless on the ground with his scar rapidly expanding. Having gotten rid of one of its obstacles, the phone focused its attention onto the rest of the group.

“[ASSESSING COMMUNICATION EFFICIENCY…]”

“[ENABLING CONTEMPORARY SPEECH MODE, VER. 2.43]”

“Let’s dance”

[zombiebones0w0]

Deep Waters of the Souls

(There's not much of it as you can guess it'll take a different path than the movies but I only made this as a cope😅 but these are more of just notes about it)

⚠️ Wraning this will have spoilers to the movies if you haven't seen them⚠️

so this takes place at the same time as the movies, but the main difference is that young William was found by the undead crew of the Flying Dutchman instead of the navy (edit: I just watch the movie last night and will said he was raise by his mom til 12 when she die and he went to look for him. I didnt remember that part 😅)

but Will wasn't dead so why is he there? well, one davy already broke his promise at that point so why should he care if he breaks another? but it's cause his crew convinces him as it was only a kid whose dad was killed, and Davy (mainly wanting his crew to shut up) agrees that it means an extra part of his hands to help around the ship

not a note but I want to point out it's 5:10 am right now as I'm writing this so if it sounds like a crazy person wrote it.....that's cause it was😂

and (Maybe) from a previous post I mentioned that Will calls Maccuss (hammerhead shark man) dad, that's cause I made this to cope with the sad fact that Bill was forcefully removed from his child's life. I added romance cause the voices won in the shower again

Maccuss is more animal than man to be honest. so after Will and Bill join the ship it did slowly tame down that wildness he had. Cause he's the captain's first mate so while Davy is doing other captain stuff it's Maccuss filling in for him, but William's a kid so he can't do much around the ship, so my thought was while his father does his part on the ship, Maccuss basically watches Will and therefore gets to know the kid (and father) better so that's when it takes a hold on him (cause he didn't rip out his heart he's just dead)

Alright, this is where I'm still working on it, so cause Will isn't dead, he still needs to eat and sleep. sleep isn't much of a problem. it's the food and Davy can't summon food his powers don't do that but the crew can still be on land if needed so both Bill and Maccuss will go to land and steal the food from either nature of some poor farmers not knowing who is taking their carrots and some live stocks

And here is where I'm still thinking since Will wasn't found by the navy and is still out at sea and knows he's a pirate, that will both affect the black Pearl in the first movie and the overall of Will meeting Elisabeth and Jack

But I hope you like my little idea of this Au/story I've thought about it for 4 months now

[headfullof-ideas]

All right this took me. ALL DAY. To color. And it’s not even that impressive (to me anyways) BUT, at long last- the Dark Orca Pirates in my crossover AU.

The Dark Orca is a mighty pirate ship, heralded from generation after generation of pirates roaming the seas. The ships current owners are the family of Captain Hammerhead, and his children. The Dark Orca and her crew spend most of their time at sea, searching for unsuspecting traders or fishermen out at sea, plundering them of their goods, or raiding the various sunken ships or forgotten temples that they find of their treasures. Sometimes, they even tackle the various tidal class dragons that emerge from the depths to poke around the ship. The Dark Orca was once an old armada ship, its size and military might on par with that of the Grimborn brother’s strongest ships. The crew that handles the Dark Orca, it’s sheer size and militia prospect, and the foreboding ‘ghost ship’ feel that the Dark Orca has means that most other people tend to leave her and her crew alone. However, the Nekton family with their own similar in scale ship, the Aronnax, aren’t above tussling with the Dark Orca’s pirates, especially if there’s a dragon or treasure of their ancestry home Lemuria involved. When the Dark Orca isn’t at sea, plundering it and its travelers for their treasures, she can be found at many different markets, from the markets filled with clothing stalls and food markets, to the seedier markets where underhand deals and questionable trades occur, and sometimes even at the markets frequented and run by Dragon Trappers, meant for their business. The Dark Orca’s crew have heard rumors of people riding dragons, though with the cesspool of rumors and gossip that the pirate community is, they’re not sure how genuine these rumors are. Though, with Dragon Trappers being the ones to spread most of the tales, they’re wondering if there’s any merit to the stories.

Captain Hammerhead is the head of the Dark Orca, steering it and his crew in every direction that they go. Every wreck they visit, every ship they plunder, it is all done when Hammerhead says it will be. Hammerhead is the Captain, and everything is done as he says it will be. Hammerhead is like any other pirate, obsessed with all the gold and jewels and treasure that he can get his hands on. Hammerhead however is also determined to live up to the legacy of the ship that he inherited through his father, and his father before him, and as far back as five generations before his grandfather from the Dark Orca’s original captain, Grimbeard the Ghastly himself. The Dark Orca has a fearsome and impressive reputation, and Hammerhead is determined to ensure that legacy lives on. Gold and jewels, artifacts the likes of which no one has seen, maps that entail the most exotic of lands and treasures that not just anyone can get, power and adventures that make an even bigger name of the already legendary ship that he commands. Hammerhead is determined to make sure the Dark Orca’s legend lives on, hoping that his name and that of his children will live on in the Captain’s log and diary that lives in their ships helm, and amongst the tales and legends that circulate the widespread community that the pirate trade is. Recently, Hammerhead has found a rather inconvenient annoyance in the shape of a group of children that have started making their rounds around the markets that he takes their ship to sell goods and plant stories. A group of children seemingly bearing no knowledge of the way things are run in this corner of the world, who buy supplies and other odds and ends through means of trade, using dragon scales from more than one species and more gold and jewels than children seemingly on their own should have as currency. Hammerhead is determined to figure out where these children are getting their dragon scales and jewels, though he is unaware of what exactly he may be getting himself into.

Smiling Finn is Captain Hammerhead’s eldest child. He’s not as interested in the pirate business as the rest of the Dark Orca’s crew, his dad, and his little sister. Finn wants to travel the world, and living on a pirate ship does help ease that passion. All Finn wants to do is snag a ship for himself, even if it’s a small one, and go see the world for himself, no piracy attached. Finn’s dad has named him first mate of the Dark Orca, something that Finn knows is rankling to some of the older crew members. It only makes Finn’s resolve to leave his life of piracy behind even harder, because his dad isn’t super sentimental or anything of the likes, yet he refers to Finn as his first mate with pride and boisterous passion. However, the life of a pirate isn’t all bad. Finn’s desire to see the world is satiated by seeing all the places that the Dark Orca goes, the numerous variety of dragons and the scenery of all the locations they go to incredible. Sure, the dragons they come across are usually attacking the Dark Orca, or his dad is having the crew attack them, and they’re usually stealing treasure from all the crazy places that they go to, but Finn gets to see it all! And he’s usually allowed to roam around the places they go and look at everything, so long as he brings something interesting back with him. And then there’s the Nektons, specifically their only child, a girl named Fontaine. Fontaine is sarcastic and sharp-tongued, always ready with a witty comment. She’s practically at home at the sea, and while Finn is definitely developing a bit of a crush on her that his sister Maddie canNOT know about, Finn’s also finding a friend with common ground and interests with her. Finn tells her all about their adventures, especially about how there’s this group of kids his dad is starting to try and track down, though why, Finn doesn’t know.

Mad Madeline is the youngest pirate on board the Dark Orca, and quite possibly the youngest pirate on board a large-scale pirate ship in pirate history. Madeline lives for being a pirate, she loves plundering for treasure, and testing her skills and their limits at pick-pocketing and stealing things right from under people’s noses. Madeline lives for exploring the seven seas, for braving the watery channels and the raging storms and the fierce dragons that erupt from the depths. She knows Finn’s heart isn’t with piracy and their ship and families legacy, and while she doesn’t understand it she hopes that she herself might one day get to stand at the Dark Orca’s helm and create her own legacy. Madeline listens to her dad and all the other old pirate captains and all their tales of great pirates that ruled the seas. Her favorite is of Grimbeard the Ghastly, who once steered the Dark Orca herself. But Madeline is also interested in more than old pirate stories. She loves to collect stories of ghosts and various legends, mythical creatures and sea monsters from the deepest parts of the oceans. Madeline is obsessed with dragons, specifically the Tidal Class dragons, who are like the sea beasts from the book her mother gave her as a birthday present come to life. She’ll even pretend not to be eavesdropping when the matriarch of the Nekton family tells her daughter something interesting about the dragons that come from the sea. The Nektons are infuriating, but things are always even more exciting when they’re around, and Madeline loves sneaking onto their ship to look at all the cool stuff they’ve found, and then try stealing it. Madeline was the one who first saw the kids trading dragon scales and jewels for expensive leather and clothing and tools, and she’s baffled on why they settled for mundane items such as the things they buy and trade for. She hasn’t told her dad, but she saw them trading jars of green gel, chicken eggs, exotic flowers, and even fish as well to get the items they leave the markets with, though the dragon scales and jewels and gold seemed more important to tell Hammerhead. Madeline can just tell that these kids are hiding something, because why would they be at the markets buying such weird things with such hard-to-find items? She’s determined to be the one to crack the mystery about them, looting them for all they’re worth.

The Dark Orca and the Pirates were fun to figure out and plant within the rest of the story. All the lore of the Dark Orca, and the rest of the pirate community and the Floating Market is gonna be so much fun to flesh. Does anyone else remember how the Dark Orca was made out as some terrifying myth or legend in the first episode they showed up in? And then how they just…weren’t really like that through the rest of the show? It makes sense with the way Hammerhead is in the show, but in my crossover AU? Not happening. The Dark Orca will be the terrifying legend that people who venture out into the open ocean fear and try to prepare against. People steer clear of the Dark Orca when they see her. And the realization some character, important or not, will have that they’re talking to someone that works on that ship? The pirates will be pirates and they will be competent. Though, six kids riding freaking dragons and a family of do-gooder aquanauts will still be an issue for them. But it won’t be so butt-end-of-the-joke with the pirates of the Dark Orca

[dark-orca-dynasty]

I accidentally gave myself a whole new plot bunny while talking to a mutual about something completely different and now I have an AU where Hammerhead's the one who died when the old sub sank, leading to his wife (who I'm calling Theophania - Theo for short) swearing vengeance against Proteus.

Anyway, in this AU Finn and Maddy have been raised on land by the maternal side of their family while Theo wages war against the guardians, to keep them safe. Finn gets abandonment issues and parentification issues here, so as a tradeoff I've decided he gets to have a growth spurt as a result of eating well and getting more vitamin D. This does, however, lead to the Nektons assuming he's a grown man (and a bit of a creep because of his crush on Fontaine), until his voice cracks very embarrassingly mid conversation and Will remembers that he too was once a teenager getting mistaken for a grown man.

Theo is nominally getting revenge for both her husband and her sister in law here, but is mostly just on a kind of self-destructive workaholic spiral where she sees her kids once a year. The Dark Orca under her command is a lot more put-together but a lot less close knit. It is not somewhere you'd consider raising your children.

[lamarie-artsy]

Or, the Ballad of Hammerhead Jack.

In 1987 a young man, more of a boy really, runs away from a home he'd rather forget and heads to the middle of the ocean to become a pirate. Somehow, that plan works out.

This was written over the course of two days. The last scene kept expanding on me, when I was outlining it was a lot more succinct.

The next two chapters are also outlined and introduce Archidemia Benthos and Theophania Barraclough, two more OCs. You can already guess who Archidemia connects him to.

[altirlibya]

MARVEL’S SPIDER-MAN. BE GREATER.

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When a new villain threatens New York City, Peter Parker and Spider-Man’s worlds collide. To save the city and those he loves, he must rise up and be greater.

A BRAND-NEW AND AUTHENTIC SPIDER-MAN ADVENTURE

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Sony Interactive Entertainment, Insomniac Games, and Marvel have teamed up to create a brand-new and authentic Spider-Man adventure. This isn’t the Spider-Man you’ve met or ever seen before. This is an experienced Peter Parker who’s more masterful at fighting big crime in New York City. At the same time, he’s struggling to balance his chaotic personal life and career while the fate of millions of New Yorkers rest upon his shoulders.

Features

• Be Spider-Man – After eight years behind the mask, Peter Parker is a crime-fighting master. Feel the full power of a more experienced Spider-Man with improvisational combat, dynamic acrobatics, fluid urban traversal, and environmental interactions. A rookie no longer, this is the most masterful Spider-Man you’ve ever played.

• Worlds Collide – The worlds of Peter Parker and Spider-Man collide in an original action-packed story. In this new Spider-Man universe, iconic characters from Peter and Spider-Man’s lives have been reimagined, placing familiar characters in unique roles.

• Marvel’s New York is Your Playground – The Big Apple comes to life as Insomniac’s most expansive and interactive world yet. Swing through vibrant neighborhoods and catch breathtaking views of iconic Marvel and Manhattan landmarks. Use the environment to defeat villains with epic takedowns in true blockbuster action.

The City That Never Sleeps (Add-On)

• The Heist – While investigating the robbery of a New York art museum, Spider-Man and Mary Jane Watson find themselves closing in on Felicia Hardy, aka Black Cat. A new storyline featuring the master thief, new enemies and perilous danger takes Spider-Man and Mary Jane Watson deep into the city’s shadowy world of crime families.

• Turf Wars – After gaining control of equipment left in the wake of Sable International’s military occupation, Hammerhead and his gang have declared war against the other Dons of the Maggia crime family. Spider-Man and Captain of the Police Department of New York Yuri Watanabe must put an end to the violence before the entire city erupts in a turf war.

• Silver Lining – Silver Sable is back in the action-packed conclusion to Marvel’s Spider-Man: The City That Never Sleeps. The deadly mercenary is back to reclaim her stolen Sable International tech and gear from the city’s thugs. But with Police Department Captain Yuri Watanabe on administrative leave after her controversial efforts against crime boss Hammerhead, and bigger threats on the horizon, Spider-Man must rely on unlikely allies to keep the city safe from impending calamity.

[pastelink33]

The Daily Life of a Wannabe X Rank

Chapter 2: A Long Train Ride

The train ride was a long one, that's for sure.

Taking a deep breath, Kyra sighs as she swings her legs. The gift her mom got her and the food she packed was on the pull-out table in front of her. She was a bit nervous, if she was going to be honest with herself. She was rather hasty about this, to her mothers defense. But when your childhood friend calls you up, saying he needs help, and needs a roommate, you can't let that kind of opportunity go to waste. It had only been a week since that call was made, and she left almost everything behind. 

But that was quite literally behind her right now. She had to focus on the now.

And that means the gift and food in front of her.

Ripping open the gift, she couldn't help but smile. 

It was a hat, but not just any hat. Her mothers hat, the one she always wore and kept with her throughout her career.

Putting it on, she notices a note, plus a small purse and an old camera that prints the photos instantly.

“Dear Kyra,” she reads,” I knew this time would come eventually. I've kept you cooped up in this place for far long enough. Here’s a little money, something to capture memories, and my lucky hat. It was the first thing I ever rolled pure, and always helped me when I was at my lowest. I hope it brings you luck in your new life. Stay safe, Love you, Mom

P.s. Say hi to Haru for me!”

Kyra brushed away a few tears, before folding up the note. Her mom and her have always butted heads, similar personalities and different world views would do that. But deep down she knew that they loved each other dearly. 

Placing the note in her bag, she opened the purse, and gave a harsh cough, barely believing the amount of money she saw in there.

“1-10k?!” she quietly cried out. This was a ludicrous amount of money, especially considering how her mom budgeted. Either her mom saved up a lot, or she has a side gig…probably the second option…since she had a side gig as the new captain, ugh.

Shaking her head, she places it in her bags’ pocket, taking a moment to let it sink in. That amount would be enough for a few months of groceries, plus rent. 

She reaches for the bag with the snacks, and looks in. 

Bluemellon pops, strawberry smoothie, and a crab trap sandwich-homemade style.

All of her favorites…her mom must have spent a lot, as bluemellons were out of season.

Popping a bluemellon pop in her mouth, she looks out the window, seeing the inkopolis bay spreading out as far as the eye could see. It would take about five hours to get to the Splatlands, a good half hour of that is crossing the New Hammerhead Bridge. Her mom always complained that it was never open in her day. Back then, the Splatlands and Inkopolis never really interacted, as the only main way went right next to Octoling territory. 

Relationships with Octarians today were much better, but a lot of them still hold grudges, so it was better to avoid that area if possible.

Of course, not all Octolings were in octo valley. Like her best friend Haru! He was a shy boy who grew up in Tidal County, a place a few miles from Inkopolis. Octolings were pretty accepted there, she thinks.

A noise pulled her out of her thoughts, the train was slowing for another stop.

“Attention passengers, Now arriving at Inkacago. The next stop will be —.” she zoned out again. It would be a few hours till you got into the Splatlands, but it didn't really bug her. 

That was, until a tall octoling sits next to her, a backpack in hand. He was dark skinned, a blue afro for his hair, and dressed in a miss-matched kind of way. A baggy sweater, a foodnet with clear sunglasses, and super short shorts with flip-flops on. He looked ready for a beach day, if she was going to be honest. 

“So, you gonna say something, or are you just staring into space?” he chuckles.

 She jumps, and gives a nervous laugh.

“Sorry, spacing out as I thought, didn’t mean to stare.”

“It’s okay, I get it. Names Aspen.” he holds out his hand.

“Kyra, Kyra Starr.” I shake it with a smile.

“So, Kyra, where are you headed?”

“Splatsville, helping out a friend and to move.”

“Ahh totally understand. I’m moving too. Same place actually. Got a roommate to bunk with for the time being.”

“Oh cool!” Kyra smiles, and picks up her phone, ending the conversation.

Aspen seems to understand, and turns to his as well.

After a few hours, an announcement comes on over the intercom.

“Attention passengers, if you look to your right, you can see the Grand Chaos Mountains. Welcome to the Splatlands.”

[rejectory]

Another woman aship with no instinct to go unnoticed. Had she, he would’ve let her peace on and be grown into the meat of the vessel and plankton slick her, and mussels digest her skin to the Bootstrap crust that haunts Will’s forty winks.

Had she, Captain Turner would mark no upset to his dead person. But the lowlight is in a mood and spins a tale of her. Crow-black to beach-gold; eyes of morning blue seasickness to deep like his own. He sees an Elizabeth invert in there.

His tiding has until now given no heartache, but she takes revenge on that success. He’s for the Chest again. He relives the heart exchange, Jones’ forking between the ribs of him like meaning to dine him, Jack’s hand around his hand.

Jack.

She thinks she knows Jack. Truly foul taste. More misfortune for her this night, that she’s mistaken Will for him.

‘ Take her. ’

Maccus is abominably big. His hammerhead makes it that the belly of the ship seems to gorge its fill, strain. Whoever she is, her chains are crab legs to him, snapping at the tails. Wrist leashes which Maccus tugs hard.

@rejectory liked for a starter | Will Turner

“Jack? Jack Sparrow?” She'd managed to pick his name out amidst the onslaught of noise on the upper deck. Violence preceded the entrance of strangers into the bowels of another man's ship. She'd have to be deaf to have missed that– or dead. Metal on metal, the screams of bloodshed. Cries of a ship being taken over. Its wood beams shed tears of salt to speckle her skin with the glittering translucence.

“No, miss. I seen Cap’m Jack,” a man in the cell across from her calls. “This in’t him.” He offers a drunken gesture to whatever dark-haired stranger had just breached the doorway seconds prior. Tides shift and the flooring seems to teeter with it in a way familiarity lacks. It's sway is nearly enough to send her toppling over, stumbling forward from where she'd now moved to press herself to the back wall of the ship's prison cell. The same one she'd beens sentenced to for the last three days.

There was no gentle acclimation to the sea’s heartbeat. No careful introduction into the belly of the beast she unwillingly inhabited. Below her is no longer a source of stability but a tumultuous rhythm to shock balance into domination. A mere blink was all she had been given. Her bracelets are shackles, the ship's rudder a ribcage, and she could feel it breathing.

“Then who are you?”

A savior or executioner?

[tikitsune]

So uh... Ik it's supposed to be a kids show but honestly The Deep is something I am obsessed with. Like ever since Season four came out, I've already watched it what 15 times and I'm almost done with season 3 for the sixteenth time. And let me tell you, 4 season for a total of 65 eps fifteen, almost sixteen, times is a lot of time. I didn't have access to it until like late November or somethin' like that. You can do the math but I think that just shows how dedicated to it I am.

And like how I am with almost anything I read or watch, I create scenarios and maybe even fan fictions about them. So be on the look out for a lot of those because I ain't stoppin' anytime soon.

Now if you'll excuse me, it's 01:22, it's raining, my ortho k's are slowly drying and my sister's phone is playing.