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[makoto-nihil]

The Ocean Hunter: Eyes of Truth - Log Entry 04-01

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The ship didn't have just treasure inside...

Manga Studio, Photoshop

[an-adhd-infested-nerd]

Me when a game lets you explore the ocean, find fish, help people and there are also horrors.

[julfr]

Aberrant Sushi from Bancho Sushi

[stealingyourbones]

Submitted Prompts #144

*shakes a bag of bird skulls I found in the woodsI and places it on your desk like it's a bag of gold*

I had an idea:

What if the Fenton parents are, in fact very competent Hunters, but they love their children more than their work?

Say the first shot Maddie ever fired at Phanton actually lands, and the scream he makes sounds too much like Danny's voice, to a point even with any ghostly distortion, his own still recognizes the voice.

I can see her pulling Jack to the side, making a ruckus about how the "darn ghost got away just as her blaster ran out of juice". Mostly as a way to get Danny her darling son to leave and go somewhere safe, while his parents have a whole breakdown in the GAV about their dead son.

And so begins the stealthy studies on how Phantom's "human disguise" works, the Revelation of Horrible Truth, keeping tabs on Danny's growth and revising their whole attitude on Ghosts to account for the fact that Danny himself is, at least in some part, a Ghost himself, but all he's done is live his life (and be the little hero Mom always said he'd grow up to be).

Jazz stumbles across his secret and is immediately pulled aside to join the secret "Protect the Baby Ghost" family group chat.

"And what about all the times they shot at him in canon" I hear you ask?

They're damn good shots, but while Maddie can train herself to aim just so that the shot misses just enough it looks like Phantom dodged it, Jack has the Fenton Bazooka outfitted with a tracking HUD that purposely fails to hit everyone's favorite Ghost Boy.

Danny picks up on that, but not on the fact that They Know.

And so begins the single most convoluted training arc ever.

Next time Skulker's in town, Phantom has become untouchable. Not a single shot or electrified net reaches it's target.

(The electrified weapons in particular send the Fentons into a rage when Sam and Tucker finally can't keep hiding it, and come clean about what happened, since the Fentons have proven themselves to be trustworthy)

When Red Huntress comes about, and Valerie Grey becomes barely a distant acquaintance after having only just now started becoming more than a friend, and with the GIW sniffing about, Maddie and Jack pull Danny to sit between them and finally tell him they know, and they want to prove that they'll love him just as much as before, whether Human or Ghost.

Danny breaks down in the safety of his family's love, and takes some time off as Phantom to help his parents establish a proper line of communication with the Ancients, considering they've kinda adopted themselves into the roles of Aunts and Uncles towards their little Ghostling.

Which is a good thing, because in Phantom's absence the GIW make a giant spectacle of destroying several houses while chasing some blob ghosts. They're chased out of town by brick, stone and metal bat.

Next time Red Huntress actually manages to hurt Danny, the Fentons pack up and leave. The Portal can be transported somewhere else. It can be rebuilt.

Their baby boy can't be rebuilt, no matter how much he likes to be a little shit and ignore Reality to quote Shakespeare at his own head (thank you Mr Lancer, for not giving up on him) or "give them a hand".

As Fenton takes the last tour of Amity, Phantom disappears. The Protal has been left seemingly unguarded.

The Ghosts decide to have one last hurrah in Anity Park before Danny closes the Portal, as per their deal. They won't hurt anyone, just cause chaos, but in return Phantom won't stop them. It's not like poor Red has the energy to chase them down, now that she's been "upgraded" into Amity's sole defender (the one time Lancer compares her new lack of sleep to Danny's, horrifying pieces start lining up too well in her mind)

The Fentons move out. Into a quiet farm neighbouring the land that belongs to the delightful couple that are the Kents, and their darling son, little Clark, who stares at Danny mildly horrified whenever he comes by to babysit, or help out with fixing the stubborn tractor. One day under Danny's clever hands, and Jonathan Kent's eagle-eyed gaze, and that damned tractor has never worked so well before. The boy's alright in the old man's eyes, and he makes sure they kid knows it.

After quiet rooftop admissions of one small boy's growing powers (I know Adult Clark is a brick house of a man, but what if he was a little twig while young) and the reveal of Something More Than Human from his honorary older brother, the course of Time sets into it's best version, and an Old Clock smiles, as Superman rises, only to be scolded by Spectre for recklessness.

(Dunno how well it came across, but I'm envisioning Valerie's feelings towards Danny to go from bitter resignation because she " had to" push him away, to horrified despair when the truth starts falling into place. He's her "the one that got away". And it's not like she gave him much of a reason to trust her with his secrets.

Maybe older and wiser Red Huntress gets invited to the Justice League, and has to deal with not just Fenton, but also Phantom flirting with her, after a good long conversation on how dumb they both were as kids, and a mutual vow of "I think I can do better now, and I want to prove it to you")

[the-alpha-doodle-dome]

little fishb

[blueinkie]

Omg my faves

A finished art piece great! Based loosely from @cosmicwhoreo's Beached AU because I find it very entertaining. It lives rent free in my crazy little brain. Me like.

Now here's some other stuff

(She's giving Bowers here lol)

I found the whole idea of Diver still having bones under their diving suit interesting so yeah. Their a mesh of decaying bones and muscles, how neat!

ruh roh.... uh oh woopies who put this here-

I just think they're neat. That's all. Let me enjoy my gay people

[cosmicwhoreo]

don't mind me, I made a thing for a thing that I'm not too sure when I'll be done with 'cause it requires coding knowledge-

Idk It always bothered me that they both had only one sprite, so I wanted to fix that

[potatounicoorn]

I wonder if Nya had never returned, would she have eventually became an urban legend of sort? With people desperately searching for her, trying to even see a glimp of her, to prove the girl turned ocean was real and there?

[datshitrandom]

Favorite Fanfics (109/?): Leaps and Dives by @annepi-blog | illustrated by @esilher

[ymechi]

A brainrot suddenly came over me when reading your latest fic about lynette. You know that Freminette banner is now out right? What if he was added to mix of envy along with Lynette being the first to feel their Grace’s warmth. And now, there’s suddenly another sibling from her that can feel the creator’s warmth.

Just a brainrot that occured to me when reading your fic. BTW your writings are amazing!! Don’t pressure yourself to writing

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first off i want to start by thanking you when i read this i was screaming on the inside, i was so happy! I must apologize for writing so late i haven't been in the mood and there was school work to do (i should be doing that right now hehe;;; ) BTW I SOMEHOW GOT FREMINET IN HIS BANNER! So this is a really happy coincidence

hmm for the different character reactions I think for Lynette she would be glad for Freminet that hopefully he can get out of his shell a little more but there would also be some part that is selfish of her that wants to keep her grace's attention on her? Though she would hope that Lyney would become an acolyte as well so all three of them can be complete

Lyney would also be happy for Freminet thinking the same as Lynette that he hopefully can get out of his shell, he does wish the best for Freminet but i also see him as being envious, both of his siblings now are acolytes and it's only him left behind, the same situation in the past where his sister got a vision first (( Poor Lyney i have shit luck with 5 stars it is unlikely he will ever come home to me :') ))

Also for Arlecchino the fact that HER kids are now acolytes she is just smug i can imagine but also a bit worried about the bad attention they can receive but i think she trusts them enough they can handle themselves, though there is a part of her that is bitter she can't be chosen by her grace, perhaps she is too jaded and cracked at the edges compared to her children who still has their future ahead of themselves

previous parts:

rant , lynette meeting the tsaritsa

In Fonntaine much recent gossip has been keeping the city folks chattering and even those living outside of it. The newspapers are eagerly typing about the recent happenings and editors hurrying to work before publishing the news. It seems that another child from *the* House of Hearth had become an acolyte much to the shock of the general citizenry.

The chosen one was none other than Freminet the diving prodigy. Once the divers heard of the news and others in the field knew about it cheers erupted in the taverns.

Said person in question was not seen there.

Rumors have it that a certain pink-haired reporter has been pestering the House of Hearth for days now to get a glimpse of the person but to no avail.

Said person was inside his room, the wooden walls sheltering him from the chatter of the outside world. There he sat in the bed seemingly calm on the outside but on the inside was a different matter. His heart was beating so fast and he knew the slight flush on his cheeks betrayed his fake calm visage.

In his lap he held a book, it was old and worn yet well taken care of. All children in Fontaine around his age have had this book and read it. Freminet remembers the first time he got his hand on the book. He held it softly in fear he might damage the beautiful cover, in awe at the drawings and tales inside of it.

The tales of the creator. While it was a religious text it was watered down with illustrations accompanying it so children would be able to read and understand its contents.

The "old father" was adamant that every child was acquainted with the religious text of the creator and made them read many books on the subject. As they aged this book became unnecessary for when he had to read the thicker and more complex books but Freminet was unable to let go of this book.

Even now he loved to read the tales of acolytes long gone before the time of the oldest archon. The golden swirls and hues of the elements that would surround the creator being depicted in the pictures captured younger Freminet.

Yet now the tales that seemed almost like fiction were becoming true. Now he was an acolyte. He did not know if it terrified him or delighted him.

Would he be able to measure up? Was he enough? Why was he chosen when there were more brilliant and capable people (a selfish part wanted to reject the notion of another being chosen).

Another part of him was delighted. His heart beat as he felt himself being enveloped by warm waters. This was their creator's blessing and he was chosen to get it. Perhaps it would all be fine after all, Freminet thought as the warmth enveloped him in a comforting embrace.

. . .

Lynette pov:

Lynette blew on the hot tea as she took a sip. Besides her Lyney was working on- or well rather trying to work on a new magic trick. Lynette knew her brother and she also knew what caused his frustration as of recently. Yet trying to cheer him up would only be hypocritical of her.

"Maybe you should take a break?"

Lyney did not answer but rather made a huff and continued to tinker on his project. Lynette sighed.

Ever since Freminet was called to the creator's side Lyney has been in a tense mood. He became too frustrated with small mistakes and spent longer time honing his skills. Lynette was worried he would over-exhaust himself.

What could she say though to ease his heart?

Who the creator chose and when was unpredictable, many scholars has tried to see a pattern, see a reason, or even a hint of a formula to no avail. The creator did not discriminate or favor any specific group on whom they summoned and Lynette was witness to that as a member of the fatui and a recent acolyte. There was at least some hope for her brother if she and Freminet were summoned.

A selfish part of her that she would never listen to or admit was how she wanted her grace's attention only on her.

For now, she would wait and see hopefully soon their grace would summon Lyney soon.

. . .

Arlecchino pov:

The fire in the office crackled warming the room and its lone occupant. The letter she received laid on the table as she looked out the snowy scenery outside the window.

It seems another one of her children has become an acolyte.

From the reflection of the window Alrecchino could see her face was donning a smug smirk. She turned around and went back to her desk, a congratulations was in order and she would need to inform the Tsaritsa as well. Arlecchino would need to be delicate when informing her Majesty unless she heard the news already. She would have to tell the pair to be careful it would not do to have an envious archon's gaze.

She tried to erase her own envy from her gaze as well but the reflection in the window said otherwise.

. . .

Extra Freminet birthday bonus:

A package had arrived on the mail addressed to the House of Hearth. At first there was nothing off with the package, many had taken to send Freminet a birthday present as congratulatory gift for becoming an acolyte and gaining his favour. Freminet ignored those, he had no reason to accept or reply those superficial gifts. That was until he saw the symbol and lettering on the package and he almost dropped it in panic.

Now all three siblings were staring at the package in serious contemplation. It was rectangular and had simple packaging it looked rather unassuming as it laid on the table where they put it.

There was one neat card that gave away its significance. The symbol usually associated with the creator was neatly stamped and ancient lettering was on the card. What added further proof to the fact was that both Freminet and Lynette could feel the power of the creator, although faint, imbued within the package.

"Do we wait for father?" Freminet quietly said.

"I think it is your choice Freminet, this is addressed to you," Lyney answered.

"I agree with Lyney on this one, the creator gave this to you for a reason."

Freminet thought about it and a large part of him wanted to take the package and open it another screamed at him to wait, what right did he have to open a gift from the creator.

The curious more selfish part won over and he took hold of the package. The siblings held their breath as Freminet carefully opened the present taking care not to tear the wrapping.

What he did not expect was an inconspicuous book that looked like a fairytale book.

Oh.

Freminet blushed.

Lynette looked at it curiously and Lyney who had an idea had a teasing smile on his face.

Freminet held the book carefully as if anything might damage the book. It would be the best to find a good chest to store it in.

.

.

.

Deep into the night he would trace the illustrations and memorize the words as the moonlight shone on him. The wrapping paper and card were safely tucked inside of his desk.

[mirrorhouse]

photos + pictures hanging around the oceanview hotel

[cheecats]

I'm sorry i just love Captain Otodus sm i had to draw her (i know almost nothing abt her)

OH MY GOD???? THIS IS ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE HOLY SHIT??? Such beautiful lineart, lighting and composition??? Her expression is so wonderful I really love how you did her eyes and smile-- she looks so weather worn and powerful, you absolutely crushed it!!!

Thank you so so much for doing this!! I'm so flattered, your art style is gorgeous <3 You absolutely made my day ❤️❤️❤️

[thelastlaff]

sleepover!!

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 13

ill be real w yall i dont have any context for this one. sometimes you just gotta draw a funky diver

[ask-annamary]

If you were a jellyfish what kind would you be?

Personally I'd like to be a moon jelly

You may ask, “Mary, why do you favor these two out of the entire subphylum of Medusozoa?” and my answer is shrimple:

They amuse me. To think some animal out in the open sea could bare such a striking resemblance to a common breakfast food. Don’t you find that amazing? These things don’t even know what breakfast is, let alone food. Like many other cnidarians, these jellyfish feed upon any plankton that is caught in their tentacles. It is sustenance, yes, but it’s hardly food… unless you view the ocean as one massive broth or some other silly nonsense like that.

Do you know how jellyfish even catch their own food? One would imagine anything to slip right off of those tentacles. No claws, no hooks, no suckers of any sorts, no. They’re like cooked noodles at a glance. The truth lies deeper (haha) once you look in a microscope. Members of the phylum Cnidaria such as sea anemones, jellyfish, and coral (yes, those are animals!) are animals characterized by the presence of cnidocytes. They are specialized cells that shoot out microscopic barns into whatever brushes up against the animal. That is why you may feel a stinging sensation, some more potent than others. Luckily for us many cnidarians evolved to consume much smaller creatures and not us. If you were to touch a sea anemone right now it would feel less like pins and needles in your flesh and much more like a shrimple handshake. And tape. It would feel like tape. Those are all the tiny barbs shooting into your skin. This is speaking form experience.

I’m busy nowadays, often distracted by other work. For once I had some free time to sketch out this answer for you. I am no artist, though. If you’re looking for one of those, perhaps a Con Artist in the same department as I may be of interest.

[onebizarrekai]

there's an entire temple dedicated to the maintenance of the seasons in holodrum and protecting the rod of seasons and its four spirits. meanwhile nayru is just keeping the harp of ages in her basement