#erebus ic

[beaulesbian]

THE TERROR (2018) S01E07 "Horrible From Supper"

They also told us lemon juice would ward off the scurvy. I heard, when it gets bad, your gums pull back. Scars dissolve and open back up.

[xenoanamorph]

(TW: dead body)

Very messy WIP of my John Hartnell reconstruction🫶 Based off an incredible photo from his exhumation (in 1986) that always makes me stop and stare for a while.

It’s a phenomenal photo, sharp and clear as if it were literally just snapped today. The contrast between the digital wristwatches, vinyl gloves, sterile sheets, and a young man who died 140 years ago is so startling yet poignant and sweet. It floored me the first time I saw it. Two worlds over a century apart practically nose to nose.

TW: dead body (the pic in question) ⬇️

[artofmyart]

Sketchaday #expedition #inktober

One of the ships of the doomed Franklin expedition…HMS Erebus and HMS Terror

[wikipediapictures]

Erebus Glacier

“The Erebus Glacier in Antarctica comes down from Mt. Erebus and protrudes off the coast of Ross Island forming an 11-12 km long ice tongue out into McMurdo Sound. An Ice Tongue is a long and narrow sheet of ice projecting out from the coastline. It forms when a valley glacier moves very rapidly out into the sea or a lake. When the sea thaws in the summer, the ice tongue floats on the water without thawing. It also calves off in places forming icebergs. The Erebus Ice Tongue is only about 10 m high so its icebergs are small. When the ice around the tongue melts in the summer the waves of sea water constantly batter the edges of the tongue, carving very elaborate structures in the ice. Sometimes these pieces will calve off and sometimes the waves will cut very deep caves into the edges of the tongue. In the winter the sea water freezes once more around these new shapes. This ASTER image covers an area of 20.8 x 22.9 km, and was acquired 30 November 2001. It is centered at 77.6 degrees south latitude, 166.75 degrees east longitude.” - via Wikimedia Commons

[ltwilliammowett]

Models of HMS’s Erebus and Terror

Source

[ghostwillows]

For any Canadians or history fans out there they've made a new discovery about the lost Franklin Expedition

[crancisfrozier]

Can we talk about the SFX on The Terror for a second. I have never in my life heard a sound more satisfying than the ships sailing through the water in episode 1.

[the-seduction-anon]

Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cause you have a pretty sweet ass.

Antony couldn't help but giggle at the cheesy pick-up line. "Maybe. Do you want to find out? Just watch the teeth, hun~"

((It took me way too long to respond to this. I'm so sorry))

[werekxnglives]

cuteteacakes​:

“Am I? Perhaps it’s just old habits of what I used to do in the old days.” 

{💘} - “Well they work just fine.” Cupid keened, torn between teaching Erebus more current slang and getting pet and doted on. It was a tough draw. He found his head pressing into the hand and he let out a little whimper. “U-um.. what else do you need explained…”

Seriously he could just cuddle up with the older god and call it the day.

Seeing his nephew like this was too cute and thus he gently scooped up Cupid as if he was a princess, taking him to the veranda of the house he owns. “How about you tell me what you know of the mortal dating games? And I can tell you how I used to court in my youth.” Whilst obviously continuing the petting that the cherub was excited about. 

“Well my Little Cherub of Love? Is it a deal?”

[flowerflamestars]

Shoreless Sea snippet

Instead, she met her sister’s gaze and saw a stranger. Faelit blue eyes shot through in temper, in magic, silver flame and dancing light, more dawn that drawing fire. Opalescent. Sunrise on serene water, like she’d stolen some more magic to match that pearl smeared all over her body.   Of course she had.   “You,” Feyre swallowed, thick. “You’re been in Summer this whole time. I tried to go there, I tried”-   A gentle frown reshaped Tarquin’s handsome face. “Borders are not flexible. Not after what you took from us.”   The first humiliating, furious tear, ran down Feyre’s nose. “To find Amren. To get back my family.”   Silent, they did not need to speak to carry out the charade, Tarquin twisted and Nesta pulled her leg free. Stood in a slide of soft silk layers, fingertips dancing across Tarquin’s back as he leaned forward and away.   Hand held out between them as she moved, Nesta offered a handkerchief, soft grey fabric forming between seconds.   Feyre fought the urge to take it. To throw it back in her face.   The minute went on and one, before Nesta dropped her hand. Squared those familiar, stubborn shoulders, and went stone still.   Feyre swallowed. “What do you want? For access to the Library?”   “What do I want?” Her voice was a whip crack.   A fresh wash of tears tumbled free. “You’re my sister,” Feyre said, choking on the word, “We need the library. We need- people are dying.”   Nesta did not even blink. It was like the words could not even reach her. “The Library is open to all who do not break its rules.”   She couldn’t-   “Do you want to come home?” Feyre offered, frantic. “Money. Jewels. To be Emissary. Anything, just”-   Very slowly, Tarquin rose to his full height. No true menace in the motion, but something worse. Concern, unhidden, bleeding free, the whole of his attention on Nesta’s bone white, stone cold face. He didn’t try to protect her from Feyre’s anger, painting the air with sparks, rug ruined. Did not even bother to try and end the fight; all Tarquin did was reach for Nesta’s hand, cupped in both of his.   “You would like to be High Lady,” he said, without looking up, Nesta’s unmoving hand a dead thing between the gold adored darkness of his grip, “You only have one job. Take care of your people.”   A thousand miles away, Nesta whispered, “Are they dying? Or are they paying?”   Keir, nothing left of his body but a handful of carved bones. Morrigan’s brothers, cousins, eaten whole. It was only low fae who lived, servants and prisoners fleeing, freed. A wraith who’d spit in Feyre’s face, when she’d promised they’d find her a home.   No High Fae could live through that night.

[elspethdixon]

Angbang Week Day 3 - Ice | Snow

If the world should perish twice I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

[mixed-up-multiverse]

// OCs tag dump since they here now

[phoenixborn]

Hope Cindy wasn't doing anything important because she's getting scooped by her boyfriend and twirled around in the air. "Missed ya, sweetheart." He coos, pressing his lips to her forehead. (@infernal-feminae) <3

@infernal-feminae

It was good, but not perfect. For most people it was perhaps perfect. Yet Cindy always wanted more: break through every limit, rule, boundary set by humans and by anatomy itself. Give her all for a glimpse of the reactions. The freshly recorded song has been blasting in her headphones for more than a half hour by now, trying to figure out what was missing and from where.

She had no complaints with the instrumental parts, the guitar solo always beyond perfect; which at first brought a ghost smile to her lips before shocking her with the revelation.

Dashing in front of the microphone in a crimson blur, one ear still plugged; she needed to hear herself not just the feedback. It started as a low, growly rumble, then her voice started to climb in perfect symphony with the electric guitar, a seamless, loud, brightening glissando. The highest note held effortlessly, allowing the guitar to fall back into its own rhythm while rock n roll still poured from her lips till she felt enough.

Yes. That was missing. Cindy laughed to herself at the fact and success, rare and full of mirth in the lone recording room- till she wasn't alone. Body, mind and soul relaxed immediately, melting into the surprise embrace with radiant warmth.

Jade eyes sparkled so brightly, small giggles slipping from her instead the previous vocal acrobatics at the loving gesture.

“Missed you more” she cheekily quipped; childish? Yes. Did she care? No.

Still curled around Erebus like a kitten, she simply loved to be...held. Kept safe and cared for.

“Did you get lost in the guitar store again?” Cindy chuckled, genuine teasing mixing with curiosity

[dxrknessembr8ced]

" Mate, beautiful... "

" You know I am, big guy... "

Mei-Ling twitches.

" Can both of yOU TONE IT DOWN WITH YOUR FLIRTING? WE'RE IN A HORRIBLE SITUATION HERE! "

[vox-anglosphere]

The Erebus and Terror were recently discovered on the ocean floor

HMS Terror trapped in pack ice in the Frozen Strait, 1836, by Lt. William Smyth (1799-1877)