#journey of the deep sea dweller

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#826 - Journey of the Deep Sea Dweller - Drexciya

I feel so uncool sometimes. Case in point, my indifference to techno. Ignore me.

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[aqua-reggia]

Journey of the Deep Sea Dweller I II III IV

[pretzel-box]

You can choose to ignore this or take as long as you want but if it's ok to get a Sebastian x sea angelreader ??

This things here if your wondering what the tendrils is on the second photo. Those are used for catching prey like kinds grabby tongues in a sense

And maybe like the reader is like the one Sebastian always gets confused by cause they seem innocent but can do a 180 and be very feisty . Also like reader appears to be a normal expendable until the transparent tail and wings in their back is seen in the water. Also again just love your stories and hope you have a lovely day :)

Words: 1,5k

Tags: Established Relationship, Sea Angel! Hybrid, mentions of tearing apart a wall dweller

“You’ve got plenty of them in your hair…” Sebastian muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of annoyance and something softer, almost fond. His claw-like hands carefully sifted through your hair, deftly picking out the strands of algae that had tangled in it during your last dive. Despite the gruffness in his tone, his touch was gentle, as though he’d done this countless times before—and indeed, he had.

It had become something of a ritual between you two. In fact, it was the very reason you had grown close to Sebastian in the first place. The first time you met, you had appeared in his shop out of nowhere, crawling through a vent with a quiet determination that startled him. He’d turned around to find you standing there, big round eyes staring up at him, your expression as flat and unreadable as your entrance had been. What threw him off even more was that you weren’t dressed like the typical Urbanshade personnel; instead, you wore a mismatched collection of second-hand clothes, each piece seeming to tell a different story. 

And then there were the algae plants—strands of green clinging stubbornly to your hair, likely from an adventurous, helmet-less swim around the facility. At the time, he had been more bemused than anything, the sight of you so unexpected that he couldn’t help but smirk. “Algae head,” he’d teased, flicking your forehead with just enough force to make you blink in surprise. The nickname had stuck, along with the habit of his good-natured ribbing.

But as time went on, the teasing gave way to something more. He began to offer his help, his initial mockery turning into a routine act of care. Perhaps it was the sight of you—this curious, determined person who seemed so out of place yet so at ease in the murky depths of the Hadal Blackside—that softened him. Or maybe it was something else, something unspoken that drew him to you. 

Now, as you curled up on his tail, you could feel the tension in his usually stoic demeanor ease, his movements slow and deliberate as he carefully untangled each piece of algae. There was something soothing in the ritual, in the way he was always so careful, so meticulous, as if this moment mattered more than he’d ever admit.

You spent a lot of time like this, together. It had become an unspoken agreement—a part of your strange, shared life in this unsettling place. The silence between you was comfortable, broken only by the soft rustle of his hands through your hair, the quiet hum of the facility around you. It was in these small moments, the ones filled with mundane tasks and quiet companionship, that you felt the depth of your connection.

“I have to get some stuff for the shop,” Sebastian finally broke the silence, his deep voice rumbling through the air. His claws, which had been gently untangling the last bits of algae from your hair, wandered down to your torso. With surprising ease, he lifted you up like a long, lazy cat, setting you back on your feet with a gentle plop that made you blink in slight irritation.

“I’m running out of good stuff to sell,” he added with a huff, his tone a mixture of practicality and mild annoyance. You knew exactly what that meant. He was planning another dive, a journey into the deeper, more dangerous parts of the facility to scavenge for anything of value. It was a necessary risk, one he took often to keep his shop stocked with the odd, eclectic items that kept the small sense of normalcy in this dark place.

Your eyes lit up with excitement at the prospect of joining him. Without a moment’s hesitation, you reached for the small, worn bag that Sebastian had given you on one of your earlier outings. It was a simple thing, but it had become something of a trusted companion, a sign that you were ready for whatever strange and unsettling adventures awaited in the depths of the facility.

“You joining? Fine.” He sighed, the sound laced with a mix of resignation and something that might have been affection. He knew there was no talking you out of it, not when your mind was set. “Stay close, Algae Head,” he added, the nickname softened by the hint of a smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth.

As you slung the bag over your shoulder, you could feel the familiar thrill of anticipation mixed with a twinge of nervousness. Diving with Sebastian was something new but you expected it to be full of strange sights and unexpected dangers. But there was no one else you’d rather be with, no one else who made you feel as safe in such a place. With a final nod, you followed him out of the shop, sticking close to his side as you both prepared to face whatever the dark waters had in store.

The cold embrace of the facility’s murky depths surrounded you as you and Sebastian plunged into the water, descending toward the forgotten rooms below. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional creak of metal and the muted rush of your movements. The world above felt distant, almost imaginary, as if it belonged to a different reality altogether. Here, in the dark waters of the Hadal Blackside, survival was the only thing that mattered.

Sebastian was in his element. His long, serpentine tail moved with effortless grace, propelling him forward with a fluidity that belied his size. He was a master scavenger, his sharp eyes always alert for anything of value among the debris. You followed closely, your own movements practiced, though today, Sebastian would witness something different about you.

The deeper you went, the more the water seemed to welcome you, making you feel comfortable.

Your limbs began to change, becoming more fluid, your skin taking on a faint, ethereal glow. From your back, delicate, translucent wings unfolded, their movement smooth and natural as they propelled you through the water. 

You glanced at Sebastian, blinking to check if he had noticed, your heart pounding, but he hadn’t noticed yet. He was too focused on the task at hand, his attention fixed on a half-buried crate that he was attempting to pry open.

For a few minutes, you worked in tandem, relaxing more and more in the water. The water felt more alive around you, more responsive, now that you were in your actual element. You sifted through the debris with your tendrils, gathering small but valuable items, all while trying to keep your transformation indirectly hidden from Sebastian.

But then, the peace was shattered.

A movement caught your eye—a shadow emerging from the ruins, slithering through the water with predatory intent. It was a wall dweller, a grotesque creature with elongated limbs and a twisted humanoid form. Its eyes glinted with malice as it spotted you, its maw opening to reveal rows of jagged teeth.

Time seemed to slow. The creature lunged, its powerful limbs propelling it toward you with terrifying speed. Instinct took over. Your tendrils shot out, wrapping around the wall dweller’s limbs with a force that doesn’t surprised you. The creature thrashed wildly, trying to break free, but your grip only tightened, fueled by a strength you always had possessed.

Sebastian finally looked up, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the scene before him. He froze, his expression a mix of disbelief and confusion as he watched your tendrils constrict the wall dweller, pulling it toward you with an almost effortless ease. The creature let out a guttural shriek, its struggle growing more frantic as it realized it couldn’t escape.

Without hesitation, you tore it apart.

Your tendrils ripped through its flesh, severing limbs and rending its body into pieces. The water around you darkened with blood, the wall dweller’s final, pitiful screams silenced as it was reduced to nothing more than floating, lifeless chunks. The entire encounter lasted only seconds, but to you, it felt like an eternity.

When it was over, you slowly retracted your tendrils, your body trembling as the adrenaline began to fade. The water settled back into its eerie stillness, the only evidence of the violent encounter the drifting remains of the creature you had just destroyed.

You floated in the water, your eyes meeting Sebastian’s with a mix of uncertainty and curiosity. His expression was difficult to read, a blend of shock and something else that you couldn’t quite place. The silence between you felt thick, almost tangible, as if the very air around you was charged with unspoken words.

Finally, he broke the silence with a smirk, his eyes softening just a bit. “Wow, algae head,” he teased, the nickname laced with affection. “Should have told me sooner that I’m dating a feisty little angel.”

There was a hint of pride in his voice as his hand moved up to gently pat your head, a gesture that was both comforting and approving. The touch sent a warm feeling through you, a sense of reassurance that maybe, just maybe, you had done something right.

“Good job, angel,” he said, his tone softer now, but still carrying that edge of pride. He looked at you like he was seeing you in a new light, and for the first time, you felt like you belonged—like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

[genshin-impact-updates]

Visitor from the Sea of Sand, Profound Providence

"You shall have the dexterity of the fox and the agility of the flying serpent. The wisdom of Hermanubis shall also bestow its favor upon you. Your name shall be Sethos."

— A divination from a Priest during a name-giving ceremony

◆ Name: Sethos

◆ Title: Wisdom's Measure

◆ Desert Envoy

◆ Vision: Electro

◆ Constellation: Basileos Delta

Inexperienced travelers often find themselves trapped by the vast, boundless sea of sand. Were it not for the timely guidance of a kind soul, their journey of exploration might have come to an untimely end, cruelly cut short. Many of those who were lost and returned to their companions on the road all had the same name upon their lips: Sethos.

A great sense of direction, enthusiastic and talkative... These are all common impressions among those who have been on the receiving end of Sethos's guidance. And it is quite true. As a desert-dweller, Sethos knows the paths between the various oases like the back of his hand, and his mastery of the techniques of navigation — such as using the sun's position to calculate direction — runs even deeper. As a personal interest, Sethos enjoys traveling by foot between desert and rainforest, and the navigational skills he's acquired are a product of his personal experiences doing so. As for being enthusiastic and talkative, by speaking with Eremites chance met on the road or listening to the fascinating anecdotes of hapless scholars rescued from swamp and marsh, not only can he broaden his knowledge and horizons, but also have a lot of fun. For Sethos, that is where the joy of the journey lies.

Perhaps it is because of this personality of his, but regardless of locale, from desert to rainforest, he always has those he can regard as friends. One researcher he met at Caravan Ribat, who had developed a deep admiration for Sethos after being struck by his distinctive understanding of the Akademiya and its knowledge system, once even went so far as to suggest that Sethos sit the Akademiya's entrance exam.

"Be a student at the Akademiya? It would be pretty fun to see how the Akademiya's teachings differ from what the old folks say back home. I'll consider it."

[lathalea]

The Arrival

Yes, my beloved readers, it's time for another Thorin fic from yours truly!

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader/OC (pick one) Rating: G Warnings: none Author's notes: Thorin and his Company have reclaimed Erebor and started rebuilding their kingdom. Everything seems fine except for the fact that the King Under The Mountain is eagerly awaiting the arrival of someone very dear to him... Also, I want to apologise to Peter Jackson for stealing some lines from An Unexpected Journey and J.R.R. Tolkien for appropriating and rephrasing one sentence from The Lord of The Rings.  I'm a hopeless romantic, what can I say? You can find this fic on AO3. For @legolasbadass 💙💙💙

Khuzdul: Iglishmêk - dwarven sign language Kurdelê - my heart Lukhdelê - my light of all lights

The King Under the Mountain, Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór, the second of his name, also known as Thorin Oakenshield, the king of Durin’s folk, was not a patient Dwarf—and yet he waited. He had been standing on the main terrace above the Great Gate of Erebor since the moment when the first rays of the morning sun gilded the distant peaks of the Iron Hills. His eyes, however, were turned towards the west, where the jagged tops of the Misty Mountains grazed against the pink sky. As he took a deep breath, fresh spring air filled his lungs. It was his—and his people’s—first spring in Erebor since it was reclaimed. The winter after the Battle of Five Armies passed in a blink of an eye. The kingdom was being rebuilt and prepared for the returning Dwarves, food stores had to be replenished, new trade agreements had to be signed… but among all those duties, something else kept Thorin awake until late on many a night. His memories.

The memory of a pair of hands gently resting on his shoulders as he sat behind his desk, and the sweet timbre of the voice that went with it, “Come, Kurdelê, it is time we reposed for the night, those reports can wait until the morning.”

The memory of those soft, sweet lips pressing innocently against his cheek and murmuring something scandalously indecent into his ear.

The memory of how her body felt in his lap, his arms around her waist, her arms around his neck, her forehead pressed against his, her silver laughter as she pretended to scold his rash behaviour, so unbecoming of a king.

The memory of her bare skin in candlelight.

But there were other memories, too. Their lengthy late-night conversations about anything and everything. Their secret escapades to the market, or to an inn, dressed as common folk, pretending to be a couple of travelling merchants. Their wanderings through the Blue Mountains in search of the best view of the sea in the west (his choice) and the most beautiful flower glades (her choice). 

During the lengthy council meetings he had to hold almost daily in Erebor, he would recall how much her presence changed the dynamics of similar gatherings back in the Blue Mountains. Her reasoning was swift, and her no-nonsense approach to the matters of state made even the most ancient council members nod in approval. Even now, he would—out of habit—turn to his right, wishing to discuss a matter with her or ask for her insight. But she was not there, and so he would give out a dissatisfied grunt and return to the matter at hand. 

He knew that the only thing he had to do was wait, and he abhorred it. But there was nothing to be done. No sane person would risk crossing the Misty Mountains in the middle of winter. Now, however, the spring came into its own right. And he sent his best men to the High Pass to oversee the approach of the first dwarven caravan from Eriador. It was supposed to bring the first group of his people returning home, merchants, masters of craft, their families and belongings… and her. The whole Erebor was waiting for the arrival of their kin—the symbol of a new beginning for the Mountain and its dwellers. Many eyes turned to the west, counting the days, making wagers, discussing the route the waggons must have taken, and the current road conditions. It seemed that in those days, only one topic existed: the caravan.

But Thorin could only think of her lovely hand in his.  Of her kindred touch.

As soon as a raven brought word from the caravan, reporting that they have succesfully crossed the mountains, he could not stop himself from looking to the west, and hoping. 

This was the fifth day he spent on the terrace, waiting for any signs of the caravan’s approach.

On the first day, Gloin waited with him in hopes of seeing his wife and son, but was called away due to some issue in the treasure chamber. Thorin stayed, cursing the enchanted forest (and its haughty king, for good measure) for daring to obscure his view. Sadly, neither the forest nor its king moved out of the way.

On the second day, Dwalin asked Thorin whether he was growing mawkish in his dotage, staring at the edge of Mirkwood like a lovesick whelp—a question he had to take back on the training grounds. 

On the third day, Dori asked whether Thorin would rather wait inside, on account of that nasty rain, and drink some warm tea with honey. No, said Thorin, he would not. And that envoy from the Iron Hills could join him there, on the terrace, by the way.

On the fourth day, Nori, Bifur and Bofur kept Thorin company, amusing him—and themselves in equal measure—with the latest gossip straight from the taverns of Erebor (all two of them, for now). He had no idea that several hundreds of dwarves, mostly newcomers from the Iron Hills and the White Mountains, could wreak such havoc. And marry so swiftly and in such numbers. Spring was truly in the air.

Now, on the fifth day, he stood alone, and waited. Roac was circling the Long Lake below, giving out a single caw from time to time, “Still nothing.”

And then, a hunting horn rang out in the air. Thorin knew its sound all too well.

“Balin!” he exclaimed to his friend who sat in the hall beyond the terrace. “Sound the alarm!”

The elderly dwarf raised his head from above a piece of parchment, slightly puzzled.

“Call out the guard,” Thorin insisted, feeling his impatience take the better of him. “Do it now! 

“What is it?” Balin rose from his seat, his scroll forgotten.

“The caravan!” Thorin gestured excitedly—perhaps a tad too excitedly for a Dwarf of his stature—towards Mirkwood, where a long line of waggons started emerging from the forest. “They will be here soon!”

She will be here soon. 

Over a year passed since the last time he held her in his arms, since he braided the silky dark waves of her hair, and since he looked into the brilliant, wise eyes of the woman he loved. To him, it felt like an eternity, and in that very moment, as he hurried down the stairs that led towards the Great Gate, he made a solemn promise to himself.

When the caravan arrived, most of the Dwarves were already gathered outside of the mountain. The guards held their heads high, presenting their weapons in an honorary salute, not leaving their posts, but even they cast curious glances at the newly arrived, trying to find familiar faces in the crowd. Thorin smirked at his thoughts. They looked as impatient as their king.

He knew the protocol of such meetings like the back of his hand, requiring him to stand by the gate, look regally, and welcome the newcomers to their new—old—home. His resolve wavered, however, when he saw a familiar figure clad in a green, fur-lined gown getting down a waggon, helped by one of the guardsmen. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. Without thinking, he took a step forward, and then stopped, recalling who he was and what he was expected to do. He was also not allowed to leave his post, just like his guards. Instead, he observed from a distance, admiring the way the waves of her hair fell down her shoulders as she looked around, perhaps slightly disoriented, taking in the surroundings. Thorin saw the exact moments when her gaze rested on the mossy stone shaped by his ancestors into statues of warrior kings. Then her gaze moved down, focusing on the green marble of the Great Gate. Her eyes widened, her lips formed an “O” and then moved, she spoke something, but her words were lost in all the commotion. In that very moment, she reminded him of that bright-eyed maiden he had met for the first time in a mountain meadow half a world away; the maiden who laughed at his abysmal jokes, who fit so well in his arms when they danced, and who accepted his awkward courting efforts. The time that passed between then and now did not take away her ability to wonder and enjoy the world around her. She endured so many hardships on the way from the Blue Mountains to Erebor, so many cold nights on the road, faced so many dangers, and yet she never wavered in her decision to leave the Blue Mountains behind to be with him and their people. Now, she was finally here and, at last, he felt complete. Being able to see his own kingdom—their kingdom—through her eyes, and to see how amazed she was at the view, was a reward on its own. 

Thorin could not stop himself from smiling when her eyes finally met his. 

“Welcome home, my…” he began signing in iglishmêk, in that discreet way they often did on official occasions when the eyes of many would rest on them.

A light flush bloomed on her cheeks, she responded with a smile, and began walking towards him, oblivious of her escort and the joyous crowd around her, forgetting about the protocol, moving faster and faster, a giggle escaping her lips, her braids danced in the wind, her cloak flowed behind her, and…

“Thorin!” she called him in that melodious voice of hers, and there were diamonds in her eyes, or perhaps it was only his vision that suddenly turned very blurry, and he opened her arms, and thought “the Abyss take the protocol!”, and he rushed towards her, ignoring Balin clearing his throat in embarrassment, because she was finally here, and he had waited long enough—and they finally met halfway.

He wrapped his arms around her and felt her pressing into him, and there was laughter, and more tears in their eyes, the diamonds of happiness, those most precious among gems, and he was finally able to finish that sentence.

“Welcome home, my wife,” he rasped out, pressing his forehead against her, breathing in her familiar flowery scent, the one he adored so much. This was her, finally her, in his arms, and only she mattered in this very moment, not the crowd cheering around them, witnessing this moment of tenderness between their ruling couple, not even his kingdom, nor the world around them—now, it was only her.

“I missed you, my love,” she murmured, holding tight onto him, as if she wanted to make sure he would not disappear, and a wave of warmth washed over him. “I can’t believe I’m finally here, with you, after all those months…”

“Neither can I,” he agreed, cupping her cheek tenderly and eliciting a small sigh from her. “It was much too long, Lukhdelê.”

“Aye, it was,” she nodded, her eyes searching his face, as if learning it anew.

“I made a promise to myself,” Thorin continued. “Never again.”

“Oh?” she tilted her head in that alluring way of hers, and he had to suppress the improper urge to kiss her passionately in front of his people.

“Never again shall we part for so long. I crave you by my side, my heart,” he stated, bringing her hand to his lips.

“Then I will be looking forward to you upholding the promise,” she graced him with a teasing smile that made his blood run faster. “We have been apart indeed for too long, and so were our people. I believe it is time for us to work on improving their morale, would you not agree, my king?”

“Your wish is my command, my queen,” he agreed and took her in his arms again, and then their lips met. Sweetness intermingled with warmth, tenderness fueled the fire inside them, and he cared not that they stood in front of the gate in the sight of many.

After all, who cares about protocol when you have to properly welcome your wife home?

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[thoughtformchoreographer]

Can march eridan tell us anything abt her backstory?

Vyvyan's recent God tier re-ignition as the Sylph of Mind has travelled further than he expected. Every once in a while, as he focuses on the mind of Dualscar, to keep his anger and defensive violence at bay, a different series of thoughts and memories might walk within the vicinity of his powers, and grant him (and by extension, us as the viewers) glimpses into the pasts of passers by, allowing this fancy schmancy way of answering a very simple ask blog question. Say "purr, thank you Vyvyan!" for giving us this spectacle of a 16 page short comic and written story instead of March looking at the camera and explaining what happened herself.

Long ago, the Prince of Hope trudged an open plain, ingrained in thought, and anger, and upset. His deep trance kept him blind to where he was going, until...

His unintentional collision with the Rogue of Heart sparked conflict. The two had never really had chemistry, or a bond of any kind- no history to mention, but disdain and anger from both sides- not really knowing why. They were stressed, and they saw fit to throw blame on one another. That was all this bunch of trolls ever did. But for the vocal sea dweller- quickly, this escalated, and became too much.

The flood gates had simply been closed a lifetime too long.

The realisation that one was dead usually went over the heads of many ghosts. It can take a while for the revelation to occur, or sometimes, just a moment of understanding. A gentle touch of the hand, or look in the eyes - honesty. Sincerity and bluntness was the harsh reality needed to break that delusion - that seal. Suddenly, none of the arguing mattered. But his feelings were still very, very real.

Together they sat, the rogue having realised that enough was enough - and someone needed help. Even if it was only for a moment. Even if it was someone she didn't know well. Even if she had no advice to offer, and only a loyal, tentative set of kitty ears.

And they played. They played, and played, and played- and quickly did the heart hero catch onto the sheer joy the hope hero discovered within this playing of roles. They got along well after this, and games slowly drifted into becoming their afterlife.

Her journey began here - in a world of roleplay and pretend. She could be anyone she wanted to be - even if just for a session at a time. She found herself here - in a world where she wasn't bound to any heirloom, any responsibility, or false prophecy. She was a kind and sweet girl. She didn't care for murder or blood colour. She had a friend. And she was happy.

And she was not Eridan.

Her name was March.

[bookloover35]

Shanks- Beneath the crimson tide.

The sea was calm tonight, its surface shimmering like black silk beneath the crescent moon. In the depths, hidden among the coral reefs, you—[Y/N], a mermaid—swam quietly, the cool water a familiar embrace. The open ocean had always been your home, far away from the clamor and chaos of the human world. But sometimes, even the deep blue brought its own surprises.

Tonight, the scent of blood drifted through the water.

Curiosity piqued, you glided towards the source. It wasn't uncommon for ships to clash on the seas above, but the aftermath often led to debris—and sometimes bodies—floating down to your realm. As you broke the surface, you squinted to see a wooden wreckage drifting in the moonlight. Among the shattered beams and broken barrels was a lone figure, barely clinging to a piece of flotsam.

Red hair gleamed under the silver light.

Your heart skipped. You recognized him: Shanks, the infamous pirate captain. Stories of him had spread even beneath the waves, tales of his laughter, his daring exploits, and the way he carried himself with that relaxed yet dangerous aura. But right now, he was no more than a wounded man lost to the sea.

Without hesitation, you swam closer, your iridescent tail cutting smoothly through the water. His eyes fluttered open as your face came into view, his usual confident smirk replaced with a dazed expression.

"A... mermaid?" he whispered hoarsely, eyes widening slightly.

You simply nodded. "Hold on," you murmured softly, your voice carrying a melodic quality that had always fascinated the surface dwellers. With a swift flick of your tail, you maneuvered beneath him, guiding his weight onto your back. Despite his injuries, he was surprisingly heavy, but you pressed on, propelling the both of you towards the closest island.

The journey took longer than you'd anticipated. Shanks drifted in and out of consciousness, his grip on you weak but determined. Occasionally, he murmured something—fragments of dreams or memories. Each word was a glimpse into a life you could never fully understand.

When you finally reached the shore, you carefully laid him on the sand, the waves gently lapping at his feet. His eyes cracked open, and he let out a low groan. Kneeling beside him, you pressed your fingers to his forehead, feeling the heat radiate from his skin.

"Why... did you save me?" he asked, his voice barely more than a rasp.

You tilted your head, considering the question. "The sea may be harsh, but it is not merciless," you replied softly. "Besides, I've heard enough stories about you. It would be a shame if they ended too soon."

He chuckled weakly, a shadow of the vibrant laugh that was said to echo through pirate taverns. "A mermaid with a sense of humor. I must be dreaming."

"You're not," you replied, flicking your tail playfully. You leaned down, inspecting the wound on his side—a jagged gash, likely from a sword. Without another word, you retrieved a pouch of seaweed from a hidden satchel around your waist and pressed it to the wound.

A hiss of pain escaped Shanks' lips, but he didn't pull away. "You're full of surprises," he said through gritted teeth.

"You haven't seen the half of it," you teased, your fingers deftly working to wrap the makeshift bandage. As you finished, your eyes met his, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade into the gentle whisper of the waves. His gaze was intense, a mixture of curiosity and something else—something that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Thank you," he said, his voice softer now, more sincere. "Not everyone would've bothered."

You shrugged, trying to play it off casually, but his gratitude warmed you in a way the sun never could. "The ocean has its ways," you said, flicking your gaze to the horizon. "It brought me to you."

Shanks chuckled again, this time with more strength. "I'll have to repay you someday," he said, attempting to sit up but grimacing in pain. "What's your name, mermaid?"

You hesitated. Names held power among your kind, but something about this man, this pirate who stared at you with those sharp, warm eyes, made you feel... safe. "Call me [Y/N]," you finally answered.

"[Y/N]," he repeated, testing it on his tongue like a sailor tasting a fine rum. "I won't forget it."

You offered him a small smile, a rare gift in itself. "You better not, pirate," you teased, flicking your tail playfully. "I'll be watching you."

As dawn began to break, you knew it was time to return to the sea. But before you could slip back into the waves, Shanks caught your hand, his grip surprisingly strong despite his injuries.

"Will I see you again?" he asked, his voice low, almost vulnerable.

You leaned in, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, "Perhaps... if the tides are kind."

With that, you slipped beneath the surface, leaving only a ripple behind. Shanks watched the spot where you disappeared, his grin slowly returning.

He would recover, of that you were certain. And perhaps, one day, the sea would bring him back to you.

For now, you would swim beneath the waves, carrying with you the memory of a crimson-haired pirate and a promise made beneath the moonlight.

[llamagoddessofficial]

I hope I'm not unwelcome here, I was wondering. How do you think the boys would react to a siren MC that was another variety of deep sea siren~? I've been writing a fic with the reader as a deep sea eel siren and it's on my mind since I adore your siren au thoughts!

Ohoooooo

I fuckin love the concept of a gorgeous, dangerous eel Mc. Sleek and dark and powerful. I feel like a deep sea Mc would be bigger than her pelagic counterpart... much closer to the skeletons in size. Not to mention, she’d have some other unique traits, like heightened senses and bioluminescence. 

Sans: She is, for once, something he isn’t used to seeing on his usual menu. Orca are surface dwellers. She’s a curiosity; he adores curiosities. Especially pretty ones. He’s cautious, because she’s clearly a predator, he works slowly... stalking her from a distance, then approaching fast and ducking away at the last second, baiting her into lashing out so he can see how her attacks work. It doesn’t take him long to figure out what her deal is. He’s enamoured with this beautiful, fierce novelty from the deep.

Sans frightens her. He didn’t, at first; he looked like a puny version of the much bigger, much toothier whales who occasionally make the long journey to her depths. But then he started moving- and she realised his danger wasn’t his body, it was his adaptability. He could kill her if he wanted to.

And yet... there’s something about his intelligence. Something about his powerful form as he swims. Something about his unreadable calm, soft smile around her, razor sharp eyelights taking in every detail... she can’t help it, she’s drawn to him. 

Red: ... C’mon. We know this dance by now. She’s big, she’s beautiful, she’s strong- not only that, but she’s mysterious and elegant, a dangerous predator from the depths all decorated in glittering lights. It’s like he’s at a cocktail party and a 6ft buff woman just walked in, wearing a black velvet dress and diamonds- he’s shootin his shot, and nothing will stop him. He likes his ladies capable of killing him. He makes a couple stupid eel-related pickup lines (“girl, are you a coral-dwelling eel? cus you’re my a-moray.” “I’m a conger, not a m- wait,”) and her baffled flustered reactions just cement his growing interest.

Red is... a lot. Not necessarily in a bad way. He keeps shocking her by making her laugh (“gulper? jeez, i hardly know her.”) and she likes the company and conversation. Deep sea sirens don’t tend to do the whole ‘group’ thing, but that doesn’t mean it can’t get lonely, down there in the endless night. 

She also likes the patterns on his body- you don’t see many pretty markings when you live in near pitch-black. He likes when she can’t help but touch them.

Skull: Finally. Finally. Another creature from the deep, another siren like him, who understands his mannerisms and his way of life. A siren who’ll see him as kin, who won’t view him as some kind of strange, unknowable alien. Being around her makes him soft and giddy, he lights up his bioluminescence any chance he gets, he enjoys having that point of bonding with her (he’s smug the others don’t understand their secret language of lights). He gets the overwhelming sensation they were meant to be together... the abyss is so huge, so endless, and yet somehow they found one another? It can’t be chance. The stars aligned. He knows her smell now- he’ll follow her wherever she goes.

A deep sea Mc would definitely feel more comfortable around Skull than she does around the other two sirens. They’re so similar, and she’s much more used to monsters like him; big, dark, strong, slow. She’s still careful around him considering he’s the more frightening apex predator where they’re from- being familiar with something doesn’t make it any less dangerous. But when his tentacles flash and she flashes back, it feels like stumbling across someone who speaks your mother tongue in a land full of strangers.

[30000songs]

#827 - Journey of the Deep Sea Dweller II

See previous post.

66/100

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

Familiar tidings, Globetrotter, I see you've once again decided to visit this old crone. And you've brought an unfamiliar face with you, I see.

No need to tell me what you're here for, I already know. I told you before, haven't I? News travel quickly around here.

Seals barked, the dugongs sang and the ebb and flow of the tides told me everything I needed to know about your second journey to my cove. We seafolk are always well aware as to when you land dwellers wish to ask of us favors and blessings. You humans are always quick to ask for our knowledge in spite of how you treat such a precious resource like an infinite toy.

No need to look uncomfortable, though.

The seas are cold but there's warmth in my heart this particular day.

So let's see just how deep this love runs between you both, shall we?

the seashells told me

Look at that, I'm doing another event.

Back in ye olden days of this blog's origins, I did a love letter event using tarot and conchomancy. This time around, I'll only be using conchomancy to view the compatibility between you and your character of choice. Simply tell me your initials, sun and moon sign and your character of choice and I'll supply the results of the reading utilizing my collection of seashells, pearls and sea glass.

Good or bad or somewhere in between, this is just all for good fun this Valentine's Day 2024.

🐚Fandoms: shingeki no kyojin, tokyo revengers, genshin impact, chainsaw man, jujutsu kaisen, our life (1 & 2)🐚

🦪 Event closes: february 14th 11:59 PST 🦪

[sunatoru]

bottom of the deep blue. (epilogue)

⇒ mermaid!suna x siren!reader

summary : sirens, creatures of unmatched beauty and cunning charm, they lure men in with their voices and grace, taking advantage of all the gullible fishermen and pirates. mermaids, the peacekeepers of the deep blue sea, naive and kind to a fault at times. a fated encounter between the two underwater dwellers leads to a difficult situation and a love that shouldn’t be.

warnings : mentions of past trauma, phantom pains, saying goodbye.

genre : mermaid au, pirate au, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, betrayal

a/n : the conclusion of ‘botdb’ this feels so bittersweet. my first ever series, finally coming to an end. thank you so much to everyone who read it, and to everyone who had shown any interest whether it be through comments, reblog a or asks. AND TO THE PEOPLE IN THE TAGLIST 🥹 but i think the person who deserves my thanks the most, is my best friend and long time tumblr moot, mimi 😭 my 4lyfer fr, if she didn’t laugh at my spelling mistakes, you guys would have instead. sihsjshsk jokes jokes !! but everyone say thank you mimi, if it wasn’t for her, half my fics wouldn’t exist ( she fr helps me brainstorm and plan everything )

w/c : 1.4k

after rintarou’s banishment, life went on, over the years the relationships between sirens and mermaids had slowly begun healing, the hatred turning into a tolerance for one another, and soon a friendliness flourished under the deep waters waves.

you’d spend hours looking up at the surface on the water, never getting close enough to break it, you’d never had a reason to go back up there, not even your curiosity for rintarou could make you face the world that almost harmed you beyond repair.

you were content under the blanket, in the life you lived, with the friends you had made, the surface no longer had meaning, your life was more than just killing sailors and pirates. you could freely explore the vast ocean, knowing you’d be safer even in the darkest depths, than you had been even a foot above the water.

though you regretted many things after your traumatic experience with rin, you couldn’t regret loving him. the raw emotions he had evoked from you in the short while of knowing him, the love he made you feel. you were thankful you learnt what that could feel like. more thankful that you could experience it again.

it seemed like the merman from rintarou’s kingdom were quite the charmers.

shinsuke had met you exactly a year after your return home, a year after the banishment of one of his best friends, and a year after you had closed yourself off. the first twelve months after the events had been the hardest, getting used to working with a tail that would never be as good as it used to be, and a mind constantly clouded by thoughts and the loop of the pain you had gone through. even years after the events, your scars would ache from phantom pains. yet shin stayed by your side.

a reminder that good things came with time, you regained your strength, your passion, your soft touch. life was better with someone to love, someone who fulfils your silly little fantasies. sure, he wouldn’t bring you treasures from above, but he’d bring back different rocks he’d found on his journeys and always had a story to tell. he’d teach you about the other kingdoms’ customs and would take you with him to the places he knew were safe.

his love for you was pure, the softest and sweetest love you could have ever wished for. shinsuke loved you hopelessly and endlessly.

so, when you suggested visiting the surface after decades of avoiding it, with the intention of finally checking in on rintarou, shinsuke asked to come with you. he vowed to keep you safe, to protect you from harm, and though it was to visit his old friend, after knowing the pain he caused you, shinsuke exercised extreme caution.

-

the trip to the surface was a nerve-wracking experience, though it was short and quiet, you could feel the heavy pounding of your heart, and when you finally reached the top, you took a second, clutching shinsuke’s hand tightly before breaking past the barrier of water.

sucking in a deep breath, you gazed at the same rocks you had been taken from, the rocks where it all began, the rocks where you decided you loved rintarou.

your eyes moved past the rocks to the buildings that now surrounded the shore, it was quiet— empty, however, it was different. it was nothing like the shacks and villages you saw all those decades ago. these had more structure, it looked sturdier, more detailed than before.

shinsuke squeezed your hand, silently asking if you were okay. with a slight nod, you pulled the both of you towards the ledge, letting him pull you out of the water after his tail had dried into human legs. your arms still felt weak despite the anxiety leaving you.

within a couple of minutes, the two of you were running down to where you remembered helen’s shack being, mermaids and sirens had no awareness to the modesty of humans, but from what you had remembered, your nude forms would be heavily looked down upon, so the both of you ran as fast as you possibly could down to the rundown little shack of the woman who had first greeted you into the human world.

-

with deep breaths you pushed the shack door open, thankful that it was still here. your eyes gazed around the room, landing on a blanket that you could use to wrap around yourself, and a discarded towel shinsuke could wrap around his own body.

after calming down, you fully took in your surroundings, lips pursing at the sight of fresh mermaid scales drying out on the counter. a bucket of water below it, and a pair of boots haphazardly thrown off on the floor.

the feel of the shack had changed, it no longer felt like the working space of a woman who held an unusual amount of knowledge of the world beneath the sea. it had a more homey feel to it, more like a shelter.

your thoughts were broken by the shack’s door swinging open, letting the light in to illuminate the figure standing by the doorway. a figure you were hoping to see.

“…rintarou?” your breath hitches. he hasn’t changed.

rin looks equally as shocked, not expecting to see you in front of him after years of no contact. he lets out a shaky exhale, taking a slow step forward, and then another, and then a few more before he makes it in front of you. a hand moving up to cup your cheek.

“yn?” his eyes soften, his body relaxes, his other hand aches to cup your other cheek. to hold you, to hug you.

a smile slowly spreads across his features as he examines your face, you hadn’t changed, you still looked as soft and sweet as the day he had met you. with a love-filled exhale, he looks past you, gaze locking onto shinsuke’s who had already been staring at him.

“s-shin?!”

“hello, rintarou.” the two continued the mutual eye contact, before shinsuke broke it, eyes trailing down to the hand that was still cupping your face so gently. rin’s gaze trailed down to his own hand, quickly lurching it away from you, breaking you out of the emotional trance you were locked in.

the tension was high, the pain was sinking in. rintarou was alive, he was alive and he still loved you. and that fact hurt you more than a stab from any pirate ever could.

he loves you, but you couldn’t love him. not when you had shinsuke, not when everything you had ever wanted to feel was felt because of a man who had loved you so passionately without breaking your trust, without placing his selfishness above your own safety. shinsuke was worth the hardships and mistakes you had lived through.

rintarou was not.

“what are you two doing here?”

shinsuke speaks up for you, walking up close enough to place a gentle hand on your shoulder. you sink into his warmth. “we wanted to see how you were. see if you were still alive. i’m glad you’re doing well, we should leave now.”

“shin—“

“i’m glad i could see you two again. even briefly. yn… i have the rest of eternity to apologise for what i did, please let me. i will spend every hour of the sunlight and every second under the night sky atoning for my mistakes, so long as you don’t hate me for what i did to you.”

you were shocked, and from the sharp inhale from shinsuke, you could tell he was too.

“rin… i— i don’t hate you. i forgive you, i forgave you long ago. when the pain stopped hurting and became a memory that i could lock away. live your life without the guilt of what has happened. eternity is a lot less bearable when you have regrets.”

you move to hold shin’s hand, squeezing it tightly before pushing past rintarou, your heartbeat quickened and your breathing stuttered. you needed to leave, to get back below the surface, back into the comfort of the cave you had found so many years ago.

the surface wasn’t a place you would willingly come to often, if ever at all. but, you’re glad you could say what you needed to say, and leave rin with a final goodbye before you both went your separate ways for the rest of forever.

what you had gone through was hard, but saying goodbye was harder.

tags : @lomlsuna @akaashiwife @plixy @on-crows-wings @1-800-s1ya @sabztov @keiji-in-a-can @tamak00 @erintaro @bertqut1 @usermins @yanihatesu @rntrsuna ( bolded, could not tag!! )

[ms-scarletwings]

Every Dredge Aberration (2023), Part 13

Sable Reacher

Encyclopedia #151

Aberrant form of squat lobster

Description:

Wings of muscle spin webs between inky black legs. A gloomy core grows in the deep.

Comment: You know what else will glow? The sheam of fresh pigment across my hull, as soon as I have the other half of the black abyss recipe.

How to catch: Get your pots fit and ready, keeping in mind the 5 slots of inventory needed for just one squat lobster. Set them to wait between the surface and 25 meters. I recommend setting pots deeper than 10 meters at minimum to avoid volcano snails.

Umbral Puppet

Encyclopedia #152

Aberrant form of spider crab

Description:

Long limbs hang idly from a body mounted with blackened spheres. It waits for the call of the void.

Comment: We all dread in the assumption that it waits not for a call from the depths, but a call from above. Claim one of these before it realizes its dream, for a sleek new boat paint is calling for you.

How to catch: Conveniently, these can be caught in crab pots placed at any depth within the confines of Devil’s Spine. That’s right! Your only barrier to effectively catching these will be a spacious requirement of at least 7 slots, making this a more fitting use than ever for a highly upgraded trap or the maw of the deep. All previous info in mind, it’s easy to conclude that the most effective way to hunt for umbral puppets/spider crabs alone is to place pots past 25 meters.

Anchovy King

Encyclopedia #153

Aberrant form of anchovy

Description:

...and in their numbers, they will rise.

Comment: This is truly a gruesome reference to the knowing. I don’t suppose my fisherman knows anything of rat or squirrel kings, but he knows that the more meat, the merrier in this economy.

How to catch: *Note- THIS exact aberration is one of many reasons I continue to give for why it is wise to obtain and use an oceanic trawling net sooner, rather than later, in this journey. Where my older advice would have suggested obtaining the heavy duty trawl net as soon as possible, I’m instead now telling you not to do this, if and only IF you are able to venture to the Pale Reach. Within the heart of those icy fragments you can find a trawling set that puts the heavy duty equipment to shame, in that it takes less cargo space, works in 4 different kinds of sea, and most importantly, it raises the chance for netting an aberrant fish by 5%.* As for advice specific to the anchovy king, it is what is known by the encyclopedia as an open-ocean dweller. It calls none of the major islands its home, and lingers out in the far, far ocean between and around the main regions. Rumor also has it that the upper left portion of F10 on the map has an unusually high concentration of anchovy spawning, so it wouldn’t hurt to focus there if you are determined to bag this ball of fish sooner.

Leeching Prawn

Encyclopedia #154

Aberrant form of scarlet prawn

Description:

This tiny parasite rasps away the flesh of whatever it attaches to. Its hooked legs ensure an enduring grip.

Comment: Requesting for someone to let me know whether or not I’m the only one seeing a resemblance to another world’s “rock grub”

How to catch: Like the humble anchovy and its mutagenic sibling, open-ocean prawn can take a lot of luck or patience for most fisherman to add to their collection, for they also cannot be caught by rod; however, they can be collected by a crab pot in addition to an oceanic trawl net. They only take a single inventory slot and swim at any depth greater than 25 meters in the open sea.

Razormouth Tuna

Encyclopedia #155

Aberrant form of blackfin tuna

Description:

Half teeth, half muscle, this fish's sole purpose is the pursuit of its unfortunate prey.

Comment: Much the function of the normal blackfin, so what really has changed past the eyes and the teeth?

How to catch: Haul or trawl out of those vast, open waters.

Decrepit Viperfish

Encyclopedia #156

Aberrant form of viperfish

Description:

Gnashing teeth are the only hint that this withered body still holds life. An urge to bite that persists in perpetuity.

Comment: And yet still, as with all of the Deep’s children, there’s more value to be found here than the typical viperfish… somehow.

How to catch: Bring a line that can tackle the abyss out on the open ocean. Nothing more will be needed.

[rocheewrites]

Enlighten

(Alhaitham × OC fiction)

Summary : As such, he out of all these individuals, is an rare exception. Unlike those who bound to persist inside the pages, with no proper deduction, His rational and syllogistic way of representing facts in a situation is methodical, as a growth of a sprout to a tree, inferentially drawing the fruits of a befitting outcome.

His actions often find deemed in irritation for most people, but the perspicacity of his views stands unshakable. Because only by whom aspires the true enlightenment, that he believes the complexity of this world can be determined. After all, "a commoner" would never dive deep into such thoughts. Therefore he is, a follower, yet devoted to no god nor beliefs, has stepped to a lasting journey of searching, the truth.

Perhaps “perfection” is still not the right word to describe him. He, however, maintains a lucid mindset, allows no outsiders or any such related materials to float across the tranquil sail through Sea of knowledge that carries him to the endpoint of this said subject matter, enlightenment. .

Chapter Prologue : For Riddles, for Wonders

A realm of nature’s beauty that Sumeru is, where the roots of wisdom entrenched, were once preserved by the blessing of the dendro Archon, the spectacularly of this land praised as the heart of Teyvat. The lush forests and the endless horizon of the sands of scorching sun is indeed the said territories. It has long known for it’s Erudition, where the Pride of every dweller lies in this term.

Their belief of this term has laid upon the once built Place for the Sagacious, known to everyone, the Akedemiya. Those who seeks the profound proficiency of knowledge can only be considered as branches of it. However, not every single soul who wishes to be a part of it can have an opportunity to stand within their boundary.

Yet here she was, presenting her little self in front of the giant doors that led the path inside to this Scholarly institute, a hint of glimmering hope appearing in her eyes upon seeing the divine Tree enwrapped building before her. with each step she took forward, Courage and Determination bubbling inside her, a newly born excitement engulfing her body, racing up the rhythm of her heartbeat. a small notebook in her hand, and a bag of necessities, she eventually reached the entrance.

“Okay. Now be a good girl and do your studies well, I’ll be visiting you whenever it’s possible and don’t engage in any conversations with suspicious and unknown people. Though it’s ok to talk to your friends, but be careful and stay safe. Got it?”

Her Brother patted her head and warned in a stern but a caring voice. he attempts at hiding it, but couldn’t shake the feeling that he is indeed going to miss his little sister.

“You too. Take care of Tattha okay?”

“I will”

She throws herself at her brother that caught him by Surprise which cause to nearly lose balance. Those gestures of an ingénue sibling brought him to the verge of shedding tears, out in the public.

“Come on now, you’re going to make me cry in any moment”

He declared, returning the hug. She squeezed him tighter, hugging the dear life out of her brother.

“hey, you’re going to be late”

He pulled away to fixed her hair before bidding a goodbye, now slowly disappeared among the crowd.She turned to the doors again, eyes shut and holding the notebook close to her chest, speaking to herself from thoughts.

As if a roving bird alights on a land of unfamiliarity, her admiration for every Pinnacle of the architectural effort that has put through to build this place has lingered in her mind. It was a one out of a thousand possibilities that how did a small villager like herself surmount through every complication. having not being able to consume such high-end resource materials that she used to distinguish in every hand of a scholar. What she had in possession was nothing but some books highlighting the ancient Sumerian hieroglyphics and old notes that was once left behind by her mother, who happen to convey an interest towards the Art of linguistics. Her brother however, Acknowledging her intentions, lent his support in many ways, either it is with providing finance for resource materials, or comfort her whenever he had the opportunity. She for the one, tactical, absorbing the essence of knowledge from every resource within her reach.

One may declare it is a miracle, but it was a solemnity of an ardours process. her profound hope of being a literate scholar of languages followed by greater number of difficult steps to traverse through will commence from this moment onwards.

Whilst stepping through the elegantly patterned floor, examining the surroundings, she found herself inside the Faculty of linguistics.

* * *

The complicated registration process, or should she name it as such, had taken stolen some of her stored energy for the day. Her mind speaks nonetheless, imprinting the idea of exploring inside the Akedemiya.

she ends up taking a stroll, with the notebook tightly pressed to her chest, scanning the area attentively all the while making an effort to not to trip over any object with her consciousness being carried away. The atmosphere holds such remarkable contrasts with her life in the village, however it is more livelier with the constant bustling and the countless voices of the locals.

The Razan Garden tightly occupies at this hour, with Students and researchers. Her strides were calm and collected, as if not bothered by the sudden tumult of waves reaching her ear just as the clapper strikes in the Old Akedemiya bell. It was their cue to leave, remaking the end of their studies for the day. She reaches for the Pond adored with white lotus, petals fallen asleep with the buds remain emerges. Her eyes then landed on a board that pins out notices and announcements for Akedemiya Students.

Curious, and she reads through some, pointing a finger on a certain notice.

“The Year End Evaluation – All Darshans – Theory And Practical research Examination – Final Results”

In a neatly made table, with the mention of the top three students in each Darshan, their overall performance and a picture of the candidate has displayed. her finger found the way to the Haravatat’ column, heart brimming with excitement, as she trailed along the name list in admiration. However, the feeling was fugitive, when she found no picture attached with top the student’ result. Only their name has revealed along with the total average.

That name rolls off her tongue in such a fluidity and smooth motion, if her glimmering hope of meeting the owner of that name will come to light one day during her time of studies, She would ask a whole bunch of questions that was written one by one on her notebook whenever she encounter a difficult subject matter at academics. A wild guess it can be, but also a logical possibility.

She had to excuse herself to look for a much quieter area when some students began to gather around the noticeboard, then ascends the spiraled floor tangled by the divine Arbor’s vine, to come across with a higher ground where the far sight of the luxuriant forests and the descending sun can be lucidly observed. As her eyes were met with the eventide scenery, her thoughts are instinctive.

“The forest spreads out a green Carpet,

beauty reveals, the world blossoms,

whispers of Padisarahs, blessings from Viparyas,

Forget not the Kalpalata and its Roaming roots.

step through the waters, witness yourself,

For you are my little princess, The thriving sprout of myriad Sands.”

She hums every word, in the same way she used to hear it once.

End notes : This is the beginning of the story I devoted for my favorite character. Alhaitham is a really hard one to understand, let alone writing a story for him is a challenge. Me and my sister has been designing an original character that matches for his personality for almost an year and finally I got the chance to start writing it out. The character’s personality and more info will be revealed as the story progresses. English is not my main language so spare me if I have done any mistakes with the grammar. Everyone does mistakes so it is best to try at first! and feel free to post your comments! I will edit and update the story frequently when it is possible.

Thank you!

References - "Tattha" (තාත්තා) refers to "father" in Sinhala, an Asian language speaks by in Sri Lankans. (அப்பா - Tamil translation)

(This is a work creation I’m doing in collaboration with my sister. all the in-game characters owned by Genshin except for my OCs in the cast)

[wingsofrot]

I have been thinking about whale falls. What a beautiful way to decompose. In of itself, decomposition is already an amazing process, a giving back to the earth, a letting go of self. But a whale fall is a whole other level of decay. The whale dies near the surface, sunlight piercing through the water to illuminate their last heart beats, then they begin to sink, slowly drifting down. Other organisms pick away at the carcass, each level of the ocean taking something as it passes by. And when finally, finally the whale reaches the deepest part of the sea it creates a small ecosystem, a new community, for the years it takes the deep dwellers to pick apart every last scrap of flesh. A single whale can take a decade to fully decompose on the floor of the abyss. And why shouldn't they get to linger down there? The journey was long, slow, the destination dark and quiet. A peaceful void in which to fall apart. The dark pit has been waiting, patient, the whale spent its whole life swimming so as not to fall into the depths and yet here it is. The fall was inevitable.