#oceanfloor

[thecreakingdoor]

I do love a contemplative Friday making ocean floor scene and rock pool pendants in limpet shell rings. Each one is delicately arranged and will be finished with eco friendly bioresin and available on recycled sterling silver chain. . . . #oceanfloor #seafloorpendant #limpetshell #limpetring #rockpool #rockpoolnecklace #bioresin #ecofriendlyresin #handmadenecklace #artnecklace #seascape (at Harrowby, Lincolnshire) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkQPJxZogUy/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[romear]

In memory is almost a life itself, a sifting through a box filled with postcards, family albums, movie posters, beloved books, and of course countless photographs—things imbued with meaning and love. It thrusts you out of time and into the endless edifice of recollection.

[mjhartwork]

2,000 year old Protean vessel lid, depicting three Proteans from different stratums of Selhadro. Considering the open mouths pointing towards the lid's handle, it was most likely used to store food. This artifact was dug up, alongside many others, during a mining operation on Lagopus that broke into the remains of a museum.

[utaesthetics]

AS-OceanFloor

[g1-skywarp]

[kitttenteeth]

sitting on the oceanfloor with my knees 2 my chest And my hair is floating all around like seaweed

[seisyiss]

𝖻𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌 ☁︎

⟿ 𝖩𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇

bad. || he is the leader and of course that's an exhausting ofc he has those type of days but when it comes to you , he's fine!! as one of the lyrics say " how can my day be bad when im with you" and u are the only one that makes him happy after those stressful times

⟿ 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈

𝖡𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾. || sungho is a naturally clingy person he loves you so much , the joy ride he goes to when you have a cuddling session out of nowhere is undescribable ur really like the light in his life kinda like a bonfire warming the both of you as you cling to eachother

⟿ Riwoo

Daisy. || oh flower boy , riwoo is a soft baby that loves sitting in flower gardens like his day is getting colored by them while he's admiring them with the love of his life beside him , daisies are his favorite. your his daisy ❤︎

⟿ Taesan

light. || aswell as sungho he is actually the light that makes ur life complete , his smile acting like a sun to you and his soft kisses always being so magical , seriously, your star.

⟿ Leehan

Oceanfloor. || we all know his love for his lovely fishes , the ocean floor and calm beach visits being the center of your relationship with him his love for marine animals and your love for him is unseperable

⟿ 𝖶𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗄

P𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. || 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗒 , 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 , 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 , 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗒.

[tetsunabouquet]

Heir To The Lands Chapter 1

The Arrival of Something Wicked masterpost

Kit sighed as he left the lake at Dimmet Tarn. It was his usual thinking spot, the lake having a really calming effect on Kit, especially when the moonlight shone on its pretty waters. But if either Jem or Tessa knew he was outside at night, they would get worried so he knew he couldn't stay there for long. Yet thoughts kept straying, and it had kept him awake. For one, there was his ex-girlfriend Debbie, who wanted to get back together. Something he was unsure about, he didn't really seem good with relationships, plus being near to him caused people to be in danger. He was still having nightmares about Mina being kidnapped. And then there was the upcoming visit to Blackthorn Hall. Dru had invited him, Mina, Jem and Tessa over to celebrate that Blackthorn hall was finally, fully finished with everyone's rooms being decorated and all. She sounded so extremely excited, and whilst Kit was happy that she was thrilled with her new room of glooming doom, he was still not ready to face Ty. He remembered how crushed Ty looked the last time he saw him at his last visit. It was something he did not like to remember. He could not think about it, yet the thoughts invaded his head anyways, like a flood you wished would not come but did all the same. And Kit was drowning. The humiliation of the night they raised Livvy, the accusations and hurt comments they hurled at one another afterwards, were still echoing in his head. Grief could cause people to do crazy things and lash out, that was a pretty normal reaction, but the whole Livvy-thing felt so abnormal, it wasn't like any regular therapist or self-help book could teach him how to navigate the situation, and he certainly didn't wanted to bring it up to Jem and Tessa. They already worried about him so much, and they were still rather sensitive about Mina's kidnapping. He didn't wanted them to be stressed and worried even more, not when they had been so good to him. He wanted to be a son they could be proud of. It was for that reason, that he kept hold onto the weird, magical gun that Tessa's first son used. He'd often stare at it and wonder what James Herondale was like, wether he was like him in some sort of way and wether Tessa saw things in Kit that she had seen in her first two children. Kit didn't like feeling so insecure, but the voices in his head kept doubting and stressing over every little thing. He entered their home quietly, and quickly rushed to the kitchen to fetch himself a glass of water and two paracetemols; he had noticed taking two before going to sleep often would help him sleep easier. He really needed to relax, and it would be useless if he were to show up at Blackthorn Hall as a sleep-deprived zombie. As he popped the paracetemols into his mouth, Kit thought he could see that strange glimmer once more. On the occasion, the lake would have an almost magical, intense glimmer when midnight struck, and Jem had told them there were various rumors about the lake because of it. He shrugged his shoulders, and went up the stairs to his bedroom. No one truly knew what the cause was, and Kit was too desperate to sleep to investigate it for fun like he would have done on another occasion. His previous attempts had resulted into nothing anyways. No one ever managed to swim to the bottom of the lake, it seemed part of its magic. It might as well have been investigating the middle of the ocean, where the oceanfloor would be impossible to reach for the human body. Beneath the glimmering, shimmering bubble of magic, one could find a relic lost since the 14 century. Slammed into a rock that got crystalized with magic and time, it started to ring like an alarm. For it was sensing something far deep in the lands of Faerie. By morning, people would find the lake to be glimmering at the strike of every hour, like a clock that started to chime.

Jem looked at Tessa, who was eyeing the lake with suspicion. "Do you think it has anything to do with Kit?" Jem asked, having feared the day the entire conflict of the First Heir would come often and Tessa knew magic better then he did but she shook her head. "I do not know. Catarina will be watching the house and Church whilst we're off to London. We should ask her to keep an eye on this." Tessa could not see the bubble of magic, but she could sense it all the same and she knew it had begun pulsating. Right now, the only thing she could do was start packing for their three day stay or else they'd be late but she had a dreadful feeling this didn't meant anything good.

[arandombunchofpixels]

Realm's Revenge II - Ship's Log

Entry ??:

Stranded for: 31 days

There were a lot of boats. Well, wrecks. Resting on the oceanfloor, home to coral and fish. Beached, slowly falling apart under the searing sun. Some looking like they'd sunk yesterday, some like they'd been lying down there for centuries, barely recognizable as ships anymore.

Almost all of them had loot, they took what they thought might be useful. Some had gold. Some either didn't have any loot in them in the first place or had already been looted. By whom, they didn't know.

Because for how many shipwrecks there were, there was a significant lack of functional ships. These oceans seemed abandoned, and they didn't quite like that. Someone had been here, had travelled across these oceans, had fought on them, judging from the holes in some of the wrecks ... someone who was now gone.

Without any hint as to where they might've gone.

There weren't any logbooks on the ships. There was paper, there were empty books ... but no logbook.

There were maps though. First they'd thought those maps might lead to the ships homeport, but after they'd followed them, they realised that they led to buried treasure chests. Most had gold and some other shiny stuff. Couldn't just leave that lying around, could they?

Honestly, they didn't mind the empty oceans, they were used to travelling alone. And it wasn't like these waters were totally empty of life. It was just ... intresting? Curious. Another odd thing about this world.

One thing did bother them though. All of the ships' prows were empty. None of them had a name.

[therealhealth]

Dive into the Abyss: Discovering Earth’s Deepest Secret 

#shorts, #viralvideo, #youtubeshorts, #ocean, #deepocean, #deepestfish, #deepestocean, #deepestwater, #deepestpointoftheocean, #bottomoftheocean, #oceandepth, #howdeepistheocean, #deepoceancreatures, #deepestplaceonearth, #top10deepestoceansintheworld, #oceanmysteries, #oceantwilightzone, #oceans, #oceanfloor, #deepest, #pacificocean, #deepestplace, #howdeepocean, #thedeepocean, #deepoceanmusic, #deepoceanmining, #deepoceanfootage

[ainews]

Fishmongers across the country are finding a new form of entertainment and relaxation–furnace-watching. It might sound odd, but there’s something oddly satisfying about watching a furnace fuel life’s underwater creatures.

Furnace-watching is the perfect way for fishmongers to connect with nature, while also reaping the benefits of heat and light. For instance, observing a furnace’s warm glow can invigorate fishmongers’ nerves and provide a much-needed respite from the busy workdays. In doing so, fishmongers can identify the elusive fish species in their waters with greater efficiency.

Furnace-watching combines entertainment with serious fishmongering, allowing fishmongers to observe the effect of the furnace on their catches. By monitoring the sea life that swarms around the furnace-fed heating system, fishmongers can determine when to cast their lines and potentially increase their catch.

That’s not all. Watching the furnace also helps fishmongers understand the interdependent relationship between the abundance of life on the oceanfloor and the environment. The flame of a furnace reveals the impact of the environment on species and vice-versa. Fishmongers can witness the synergy between both species before bringing up their catch.

Ultimately, furnace-watching is a unique way to bring relaxation and entertainment into the industry. It poses a great opportunity to be more knowledgeable about the environment before heading out on the next voyage. Who knows? You may just come up with your own secret fishing spot!

[thecreakingdoor]

Thank you to all my North American friends who has visited my little shop for Small Business Saturday today. It's generous of you to support my hand-made endeavours and I'm already in the studio parcelling them up ready to ship to you on Monday so they arrive on time. UK small business Saturday is next week, but they're no need to wait - all my deals are on right now and will continue up until I close for mince pies. . . . Memories of childhood - rock pooling in Cornwall, this necklace is made using a real limpet shell as a rock pool frame and in crystal clear eco-friendly resin sits an arrangement of brightly coloured seaweeds and shells. Available in my Etsy shop. . . . #limpetring #limpetringnecklace #limpetshell #shelljewelry #seaweed #seaweedpressing #periwinkle #fadedseasideglamour #seasideglamour #oceanfloor #rockpool #rockpoolnecklace #rockpoolpendant #handmadeuk #smallbusinesssaturday #smallbusinesssaturdayuk https://www.instagram.com/p/Clbn3LwtC97/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[piobyobobpresents]

Put the capsule down in front of the door, about where its upper end would land if it were to fall. Pull the door towards you (and the capsule), then run.

John Hazzlebun approximates about where the high end of the vault door will fall, yanks it away from the wall and bolts to the far end of the room.

The vault door creaks as it starts to topple forward, then cracks with a loud snap as it topples over, damage sustained at some point fracturing the door as it topples. The sound of the door shattering when it hits the ground is never heard by John however, as when it slams into the capsule of earth everything RUMBLES.

The world seems to cut into slow motion as the capsule's rocky exterior buckles and crumbles under the heavy weight applied to it, revealing a strange glow that transfixes John Hazzlebun's gaze. A tiny bauble in the heart of the container, a rippling pebble that seems to be leeching strength into the capsule around it. Not a capsule to contain something, but a shell made by something precious to protect itself.

The top of the door slams into the tiny pebble.

The Earth trembles and cries out.

Unlike the capsule, the pebble does not crumple or break, the force of the vault door falling upon it turning into sideways momentum and all sound is drowned out by the momentary rumbling turning into a catastrophic roar.

The Earth beneath your feet breaks.

The pebble launches through the intervening space, rock stone and dirt propelling it and exploding outwards behind it in a rocketing wave of earthen fury that obliterates the vault door and obscures the vault behind it from view as the walls buckle and launch away.

The Earth below reawakens and heeds a new call.

The pebble slams into John Hazzlebun at full speed and earth envelops them.

Broken and lost before, the Earth around you claims its new master.

You have unlocked the element of Earth.

Something that feels almost like an eternity but much shorter passes. John Hazzlebun feels their body form, solidify, densen, harden, take shape when before they were barely sure there was enough them to really be there...

The ball of rock around John recedes around them, settling into a platform of speckled reddish-brown stone beneath them. Far in the distance they can see the mottled turquoise of the vessel's vault soaring into the distance, propelled by the now-disintegrating wall of rock that was formed by the Earth Node's eruption.

Much more pressingly, the rocky platform seems to be rather urgently required as the entire rest of the beach seems to be disintegrating at an alarmingly rapid speed. The sand is disintegrating to dust and then nothing, leaving enormous yawning chasms that grow and grow as John watches. The sand further up shifts and flows downwards more and more but also falls into these gaps, the entire ground seems to consume itself and fall into lightless, colorless abyss.

Interestingly to non-Hazzlebun observers, the water does not seem to be receding at all despite the receding and disintegrating oceanfloor, rather, water seems to moving in to replace the disappearing sand, flowing further into and along the beach to take up the space freed by the vanish dust.

Either way, the stone platform seems to be the only remaining stable ground in this realm, and it doesn't seem to be moving at all so there's not much space for John to maneuver. What should they do now?

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Inventory: N/A

Elemental Motes: Earth: 10/10

Action Charges: Attract: 0/1 Break: 0.5/1

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First / Back / About / Next

[pochqmqri]

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Earlier this year, I went snorkeling on Fitzroy Island, off of Queensland, Australia and right by the Great Barrier Reef.

I saw so many cool marine species, and the highlight of that day was the bluespotted ribbontail ray chilling on the oceanfloor. I didn’t think they got this close to the beach!

I’m so annoyed that my iPhone camera quality is garbage, because this video nor the stills do the stingray any justice.

[ozomatli]

when i was living on my other planet i lived beneath the sea on the oceanfloor . i was huge, and different creatures would grow on me . every millenia or so id have to go above the surface, usually to speak with other gods , and it was always such an ordeal. wings straining under the weight of the current, sand shifting and swirling, centuries of vegetation being torn away. as i moved, the displacement of water would almost certainly cause tsunamis and riptides all throughout the world

[xsadcorebenji]

Another letter for the bottom of the oceanfloor