#ghostly white whale

[fakemonpokemonaiartsideas]

Fakemon Pokemon of Ghost White Whale

Large White Whale covered with ropes, chains, and old scars all over its large white body with light blue ghostly light outlining it.

Based off an idea of what if Moby Dick gets killed and he came back to life as a Ghost type Pokemon of Ghostly White Whale that is a ghost/ water type Pokemon.

[emuwarum]

hi. Guess what. Avenday’s got a twin sister now who is horrible and also colours reversed

[ghosthouseart]

fog travelers

[image description: a watercolor painting with pen details, of a foggy forest trail, lined with rocks and moss. white ghostly silhouettes of whales swim through the fog and trees in the background. /end i.d.]

[true--north]

• THE WOLF MOON • prompt: myth • pairing: Elsa x Hans • albino!Elsa, Northuldra, animal magic, medieval AU, suggestive, ambiguous ending •

Elsa was going to spend all night in a vigil. As a noaidi, she vowed to do her best to help others. But something wasn't working. No matter how much she asked the Spirits to heal old Yelana, she still was sick. The Spirits refused her offerings. So Elsa was going to try again and again while there was still hope.

She went deep into the dark forest, built a fire, and placed a wooden bowl of reindeer blood, and fish she intended to present to the Spirits, on the snow. Alone in the night, Elsa let down her hair, took off her girdle, sat down, and sang an invocation.

She closed her eyes and let her spirit merge with the Nature around her. But not the patrons of the tribe, something else, something alien, has come to meet her calling.

A ghostly white wolf circled around the fire, howling with her song, its weightless paws leaving no footprints in the snow. Elsa sprang to her feet, threatening the beast with an enchanted dagger made of whale bone.

It was a foreign spirit, not of their forest, but, surprisingly, she sensed no hostility. Only longing. Only sorrow. The wolf stopped, looking at her pleadingly, then disappeared into the forest.

Elsa set off after it. The wolf looked back at her, leading her somewhere.

Towards the glacier at the edge of the forest. At the last aspen, the wolf took one last look at her, and merged with the purple shadows. Elsa stepped forwards cautiously, and fixed her eyes on the glacier. There, inside the frozen river was a young man, frozen into the thickness of blue ice.

He looked like the people from the Fjord Lands, from the stone houses. Those whom the people of the Forest, her people, have always feared. He was handsome, this stranger. He had a mane of long red hair and freckles on his high cheekbones. He wore a fur cloak and a tunic of fine grey wool, and had a beautiful silver torc around his neck, and an iron sword.

So that's why the wolf spirit had called her to save its master, Elsa realised. So the man was a sorcerer, since he had a spirit helper? She didn't really feel like doing that, but could she leave a man helpless, even if he was an enemy? She couldn't. The Spirits wouldn't approve of that. So she went to pick her things she left behind, and made a new fire by the glacier.

She sat and watched the prisoner of the ice, and waited. When his body went limp, she laid him closer to the fire, and rubbed his strong chest and broad shoulders with a cloth and warming herbal ointment to draw fire to his heart, and then she drew a healing rune on his heart, dipping her forefinger in reindeer blood.

The ice man opened his eyes, and Elsa thought they looked like the youthful leaves of April aspens. "Where are they? Who are you?"

"You are in the Northuldra lands. We are alone here."

He sat up and stared dazedly at Elsa. At her white fur coat and beads, whale knife, drum, and loose hair. "Who are you?"

"I am Spirit Talker. Who are you? I saved you, you owe me the truth."

The man's eyes flashed mysteriously. He squared his shoulders.

"I am Hans, the thirteenth son of the konung Magnus. My brothers wanted to get rid of me. And it seems they have almost succeeded." And he told her about his family. Of the cruel father who kept many women in slavery, and of the children from them, all sons, each of whom tried to surpass the others in strength and ferocity so as not to end up at the bottom of the pyramid. In the place of the youngest. His.

"Why are they doing this to you?" Elsa couldn't imagine how a brother could hate his brother enough to bewitch him to die a cruel way like this, imprisoned in a block of ice.

"Because I'm not like them. I'm different." Hans replied in a low voice, glaring at her with a heart wrenching yearning. "I see I can share that with you, O Spirit Talker." He meant her white hair, and colourless skin, and almost invisible eyelashes, and eyes the colour of ice, everything that made her so different from her family; from all people, in fact.

"My people never hurt me because I was different," she shook her head, "But they thought I was born...this way for a reason, that I was marked by the Spirits and should belong to them, not to people." An honourable duty, but so lonesome. Elsa knew the forest and the mysteries of Nature's magic much better than human warmth and love.

Hans smiled strangely, the firelight dancing a wild dance in his eyes. "Then we are not so different, after all. Once people see your true face, they reject you and run in fear."

"True face?" Elsa raised an eyebrow.

A huge white wolf ploughed her down into the snow. His eyes were as green as a spring forest and its bloodthirsty mouth was bright red. Black claws dug painfully into her shoulders. He snarled.

"So this is why your brothers hate you..." she exhaled, fearless. "Will you be the monster they think you are, Hans, son of Magnus?"

The wolf blinked, and after a moment returned to his true appearance. Or was it the other way round, and the human form was a disguise for the wolf son...? Hans lay on top of her, his lips an inch from hers, his quickened breathing sweet and warm, his hands pleasantly heavy on her waist and hips. A strange longing echoed in Elsa's chest. She imagined them alone in her lonely lavvu, naked, buried in lush reindeer and fox furs, and his caresses on her body a hot, liquid fire.

"Is Spirit Talker your true name?"

But she had no time to utter it. Hans pressed a kiss on her lips, and after a few agonisingly sweet moments he was a wolf again, leapt off her and raced off into the darkness of the forest.

She sat up and listened to the echo of his howling. The winter moon was full that night, round and yellow as amber, and its call was one that no living soul could resist.

"It's Elsa." she said.

@helsaweenfun

[mayaswiterblog]

Me Inside, Me Outside (Homework)

This homework poem was written on 11 April 2019, translated into English on 18 April 2019 and then posted on Wattpad.

Translated Version

The demon out there It spits, it torments The Eyes glow With blood-red flow Sometimes yellow Or even another time With a Green shine

Demonic Moon Ignites Again When not shining It shines For me Warmth or Cold Whatever you feel But the Sun Blinds ye all Just like a magician Mirrors, illusions Do you see it That norm' lie?

They murmur They ponder They build Their own world Their own community You're alone You're odd Friends, treasures Under your wings The blood streams The Sun burns the feathers But the smile never fades Because faith is great When doing it for the greater good

And when others laugh with joy It recharges Anybody's welcome To my magic cave But only the backdoor Is open for a few more And only one life form Is my resource My only treasure

The World is sometimes Very strange Good or Bad An accident can be A good sign Even when it feels bad The good will always find it And change the fate Twisting it so tightly That it hurts But giggle still

In the vast SeaSky There's plenty of star-fish They gleam They shine Big & Small In the depth of that Ocean Another door in motion To another World Through the Roman corridor An enormous library can be found It's big, alright Full of rough drafts Written and drawn About anything and everything Nobody would read them anyway Unless you recommend them Or maybe find them yourself

But even the Water is not Always Peaceful There are all kinds of fish Could be a shark Or even an octopus A Pacific whale A Cute catfish

Who would even Love a monster? Either a stupid hero Or a brave knight

Say one thing Hear another The body's ugly The mind is great Think beyond everything See something else Understand very much But hard to explain A hand and a soul A Spirit of the Art Knowledge & sweet biscuits Ate way too much Without drinking water The thirst pressures The Self-esteem drops

But the smile still stays still 'Cause mum says "Always tolerate the pain It will go away again" "Panicking is the worst Always do your best" "Stay strong, unbend And never trust anyone To the very end."

No one ever cared Beside mum alone Friends came Then left The new came along But only a couple Stayed as life companions

Own people Like Romeo and Juliet Always claim You're not a person You're selfless Altruism reincarnate Who are you? I'm a woman, I'm a small girl Nobody will pay Attention Nobody understands They're gonna get Upset anyway I'm soulless I'm a Soviet robot I always float in the air

Until I found a new cave On the top of another mountain A new folk, a new song I felt the life As if I was a child again Silent like a black cat I observed and studied But I spoke and meowed Like a white kitty cat

The more you stay The easier is to see How tough I am Even if not acknowledge it myself They call for me As if I was A lost poor puss

Now that the sweet ring changes Tune so spiritually deep And so quivering It's scary Ghostly alarming The invisible thundercloud Always floating above the head But I wasn't left alone after all I've got a flower behind my ear Hugs and kisses A Friendship Love Even my laughter echoed at last With such ease, free and loud

And once again I found something insane Like a lucky accident Above the gleaming snow Under the freezing stars That creature right there So bright, so warm Couldn't even believe But it doesn't bother him To the slightest The heart beats, the heart freezes "You're beautiful, you're pretty" And he always says No matter how many times I show him my sharp teeth "You're cute, I wanna love you"

Finally, I am crying The icy walls melt The love is felt I feel myself As a beautiful woman And not anymore As a small room girl I'm able to scream, I'm able to sneer I can neigh now, I can chirp now I purr more, I wind like a snake I'm being myself I found my own tone of voice My heart is strong Because I'm honest with myself I'm humane now And it shows.

ORIGINAL SCRIPT:

Minä sisälta, Minä ulkoa

Demoni siellä Se sylkii, se räkisee Silmät kiiltävät Veren-punaisina Joskus keltaisine, Tai jopa Vihreinä

Demoni Kuu Syttyihän Taas Kun ei pasta Paistaa Se mulla Lämpö tai Kylmyys Mitä vaan tunnet Mutta aurinkohan Sokeuttaa Kuin taikuri Peilit, illusiot Näetkö sen Se normi valhetta?

He supinavat He ajattelevat He rakentavat Oman maailmansa Oman seuransa Olet yksin Olet outo Kaverit, aarteet Siipiesi alla Veri valuu Aurinko polttaa höyheniä Mutta hymyilee aina Koska uskomus on suuri Että muille tekee hyvää

Ja toiset nauravat ilotse Se tuo energiaa Omalle taika luolalle Tervetuloa kuka tahansa Mutta vain takaovi On avoin pari hahmoille Ja vain yksi eliö On voimavarani Ainoa aarteni

Maailma on joskus Tosi ihme Hyvä tai paha Vahinko voi olla Hyvä merkki Vaikka tuntuu pahaa Hyvää löytää sen kyllä Ja muuttaa sen kohtalon Vääntääksen niin kireeksi Että sattuu Mutta nauraa silti

Meritaivaalla on Plajon tähtikaloja Ne kiiltää Ne loistaa Suuria & pieniä Ton meritaivaan syvyydessä Löytyy toinen ovi Toiseen maailmaan Roomalaisen käytävän kautta Löytyy erinnomainen kirjasto Onhan se suuri Täynnä luonnoksia Kirjoitettu ja piiretty Mistä vaan tahansa Kukaanhan ei lue niitä Kunnes suosittelet Tai ehkä löydät itse

Mutta Vesikin ei ole Aina rauhallinen Kaloja on monenlaisia Voi olla hai Tai vaikkapa mustekkala Tyyni valas Söpö merikissa

Kukahan hirviötä Tykkää? Joko typerä sankari Tai rohkea ritari

Puhuu yhtä Kuuluu toista Ruumis ruma Mieli valtava Ajattelee yli kaiken Näkee muuta Ymmärtää todella paljon Mutta hankalaa selittää Käsi ja sielu Taiteen henki Tiede & makeat keksit Syönnyt liian liikaa Vesiä juomatta Jano painaa Itsetunto putoaa

Mutta hymy pysyy Koska äiti sanoo "Kestä kivun aina Sehän lähtee pois" "Paniikki on pahinta Tee parhaasi mukaan" "Pysy vahvana Ja älä luota ketään Luppuun asti."

Kukaan ei välittänyt Paitsi äiti yksin Kaverit tulivat Lähtivät Ja uudet tulivat taas Vain pari kappaletta Elämäntovereita

Omathan ihmiset Kuin Romea ja Julia Aina väittävät Et ole henkilö Olet epäitsekäs Altruismin reinkarnaatio Kuka olet? Olen nainen, Olen pieni tyttö. Kukaan ei ota huomioon Kukaan ei ymmärrä Suuttuvanthan ne silti Olen sieluton Olen Neuvostoliiton robotti Leijun ilmassa aina

Kunnes löysin uuden luolan Toisen vuoren huipulla Uusi kansa, uusi laulu Tunsin elämän Kuin lapsena olisin Hiljaa kuin musta kissa Katsoin ja tutkinut Mutta puhuin ja maukuin Kuin valkoinen kissumirri

Mutta mitä kauemmin viettelee Sitä helpommin näkee Kuinka kova olen Vaikka sitä itse ei tunnustaa He kutsuvat minua Ihan kuin olisin Eksynyt kisu parka

Nyt se suloinen kilinä muuttuu Sävel niin henkisen syvä Ja värisevä Se pelottaa Haamullisesti hälyttää Näkymätön ukkonen Aina kelluu pään päällä Mutta ei yksin jäännytkään Sain kukan korvan taakse Sylit ja pusut Ystävällistä rakkautta Naurunikin vihdoin kaikui Helpotusti äänen vapaasti

Ja kerrankin löytyi jotain järjetöntä Kuin onnen vahinko Kiiltävän lumen päältä Kylmien tähtien alta Se olento sieltä Niin kirkas, niin lämpeä Ei uskoisi kaan Mutta ei häntä kiinnostaa Sydän sykkii, sydän pysähtyy "Olet kaunis, olet ihana" Ja aina hän sanoo Vaikka kuinka paljon Teräviä hampaitani näyttäisi "Olet söpö, haluan raksataa sinua"

Vihdoin itkettää Jäiset seinät sulavat Rakkautta tuntuu Tunnen itsensä Ihanaksi naiseksi Eikä enään Pienekis huone tytöksi Pystyn huutaa, pystyn ivata Voin nyt hirnua, voin nyt visertää Kehrään enemmän, mutkittelen kuin käärme Olen oma itsensä Löysin oman äänen sävynsä Sydämeni on vahva Koska olen rehellinen itseäni kohtaan Olen nyt inhimillinen Ja sen huomaa.

[featherchan]

Exhausted from their most recent mission, the Lionet Kanako struggled to ascend the steps leading up to Athena's temple. Her armor felt heavier than usual but she continued to press on. Along with the throbbing pain and dizziness that plagued her head, it caused her to nearly lose her footing and fall. Fortunately, Noburu, the Bronze Saint Wolf, who was also her sworn sister, grabbed her wrist just in time to keep her from falling.

Upon noticing this, even their mission leader, Silver Saint Whale, grew extremely concerned and insisted that the Bronze Saint head to the infirmary to be checked out. This was because, during their mission, the Lionet was found unconscious without any apparent reason. 

Despite their concerns, the Lioness stubbornly shook off their worries, citing fatigue as an excuse, and assured them that she would visit the infirmary after their briefing. Since the raven was reluctant to break her promise to their youngest sworn sister, who had been eagerly anticipating their return, a decision she would later regret.

Kneeling before their goddess, the Lionet struggled to remain alert and awake during the debriefing. Turning white as a sheet, sweat beading on her skin, she felt the headache intensify, and her surroundings seemed to blur and muffle, like a fading watercolor painting. It wasn't long, the raven swore, she heard a sound, a voice that didn't belong to anyone in the room. It sounded so twisted, menacing, and slurred with evil. And sensing imminent danger from it and acting on her instincts to protect her loved ones, every fiber of her being implored her to flee the temple without delay.

On her feet, her actions quickly caught the attention of her team leader, the Silver Saint Whale, who began calling her out for being disrespectful. However, he quickly stopped when he noticed her terrible state. Struggling already to maintain her balance due to the throbbing pain in her head, she stumbled forward before clutching both hands to her heart when she felt a sharp, stabbing pain. As the pain grew unbearable, she let out an agonizing scream, and a shock wave erupted and burst forth out of nowhere, surrounding her in a dark purple cosmos. The explosive wave was so powerful that it blew everyone away and nearly knocked them unconscious, especially the Silver Whale and Bronze Wolf, as they were in closest proximity to the Lionet.

As darkness began to engulf the throne, a chilling voice pierced through the cold air. "How pathetic. The once-great Sanctuary has been weakened over countless lifetimes, especially by this reincarnation of Athena." It snickers devilishly. "And I only needed to slip through its defenses undetected by using a Saint who holds great hatred for you..." A ghostly specter soon revealed itself, with blood-ruby-colored eyes hovering above the Lionet. The Lionet's eyes were hollow and lifeless, as if she were a puppet controlled by her puppet master. "Athena, prepare to die by the hand of your own soldier!"

As she raised her arm, a fiery vortex swirled into existence before her. With a clenched fist, she condensed the flames into a massive fireball. "Lionet...Explosion..." The Lioness mutters.

[ Starter for @eternalstarlights ]

[gelatinocomics]

CAN we hear one for cetitan, that beloved freak. other options are female basculegion, and of course my main man avalugg

Rapid fire!

Cetitan

This was one of the first pokemon we saw in the leadup to pokemon scarlet and violet, and it left quite an impression. It's a whale that can walk! It's ice type, which is pretty cool! And its mouth is a funky shape, which I can appreciate. It's not technically his ace, but I associate it with Grusha just because of how iconic it is. And that eyeliner? Queen

Female Basculegion

White woman spotted!

Basculegion is such an inspired evo, and I'm glad it brought some much-needed attention to my friend Basculin. It's extra special because it's an important ride pokemon in PLA! You get to take one with you everywhere! But not this specific form: if you want the beautiful pale hues of female Basculegion, you need to evolve one yourself, using one of the most unique evolution methods in the series. Out of the two, this one certainly looks more ghostly.

Avalugg

Original-flavor Avalugg is immaculate. It's a walking table. You could have dinner on this thang. But like, just take a moment to appreciate how solid this guy is. Built like a brick house, stanced up, low center of gravity, this thing exudes toughness. It looks indestructible. (just... don't look at its special defense stat)

Did you know? In scarlet and violet, Avalugg and Bergmite can be found floating in the ocean. It's a very nice detail and a fitting place to find an iceberg pokemon.

As if Avalugg wasn't already cool enough, Pokemon Legends: Arceus gave it a new ice/rock type form. And it's really cool! It feels more glacier-oriented in concept, like it's inseparable from the land. It's also a boss battle in PLA, and it's HUGE! It's kaiju-sized and it takes up the entire battle arena! Such a cool fight. I wish I could find pictures of its boss battle, but bulbapedia is sadly lacking.

(send me a pokemon, and I'll say something nice about it)

[negativepeanuthoarder]

ok but imagine being another whale mer running into the dteam. Like there’s a couple of tasty snacks but they’re being guarded by a whale mer who’s mouth moves but who you can’t hear speaking but who seems to understand you - yet he gets aggressive if you stay for too long or go for the aforementioned tasty snacks. Also Dream regularly gets covered in blood from hunting which must look fucking terrifying tbh. This white/green mer with a ghostly song no one can hear covered in blood guarding two creatures a thousand times smaller then him… eerie

[wearepaladin]

So been perusing your Stuhn tag on the blog and been replaying Skyrim. Both inspired me to write a story about a paladin of Stuhn. So here’s the first part, his first connection with the whale god.

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Fog.

Fog battles against the morning rays of sunlight, a bulwark of chill against the radiance of the dawn. Through this battlefield does one ship in particular glide through. Beset by all sides and ally to none, this simple fishing vessel plunges deep into the fog, fending off chunks of ice hidden in the depths of the mist. And soon the ship’s persistence is rewarded, bearing witness to the eventual defeat of the fog and triumph of the dawn. As light shines through the marine layer, helping illuminate the murky depths below.

“Isleif!” a stern voice shouts, sending a curious pair of hands scurrying back onto his feet.

“Away from the edge. I don’t want you falling in the water.” the man continues, his voice at once gruff and concerned.

Isleif’s shoulders slump, as he looks down at the planks below his feet “Yes da…”

The older man lets out a sigh “I brought you out here to learn, not daydream. When we get back you can fight trolls with your friends all you want. But right here, right now, you need to focus. Now, for the net we need to make a specific kind of knot. Do you remember what that knot is?”

Isleif’s father continues his lecture, with the boy slipping in and out of focus, responding with just enough enthusiasm that his father would continue talking rather than prod him with more questions. But as they go to set the net for their catch, something begins to catch Isleif’s eye. A shimmer, the barest reflection of treasure deep below the waves. Isleif places his hands upon the ship’s prow and hoists himself up, eager to get a closer look. As he does so, the ship lurches forward, having slammed into a large chunk of ice. The sudden shift in inertia causes Isleif himself to lurch forward, losing his grip on the prow, and he falls overboard into the sea of ice. Plunging past the surface, he attempts to swim up only for another chunk of ice to race forward and block his escape. The surface itself seems littered with ice flow after ice flow, each chunk taking up space and light. For soon the young boy finds himself with no exit, no salvation. He is trapped in the icy deep, soon to be another ghost. Yet the boy struggles on, clawing against the ice, desperate enough to crack through even the thickest of pieces. But spirit can only drive the boy so far, and it cannot do anything to replace the life giving air his lungs so desperately need. And so, defiant until the end, the boy’s bloody fingers slide off the icy surface, and he begins to drop into the deep.

In his last moments of consciousness, young Isleif is able to find the shimmer he saw once before. It is no simple glint or trick of the light. As the young boy draws closer to death, does the shape become larger and more focused. A ghostly white whale glides through icy deep, the sound of a drum accompanying its whale song. The pounding drum fills the boy and he soon forgets the chill of the sea, the pain in his chest, and lets go of his last desperate breath. Bubbles pass from his lips, heralding the final end for Isleif. Only…the end doesn’t come. He should fade and sink, another ghost amidst the sea. Yet as the drum pounds on, so too does his heart. United in this moment, Isleif stares at the leviathan arrayed before him, his eyes locked onto the eye of the beast. In it Isleif sees the same speck as before. A shimmer beneath the great depths of the sea that is the beast. And suddenly, he is back on the boat, hanging off the prow once again. With a gasp of fear, Isleif pushes back, and he falls onto the planks.

“Isleif!?” his father asks, concern filling his voice. “What’s wrong? What happened? You are as pale as a ghost?”

The young boy says nothing, instead rushing to embrace his father, and feel the warmth of another human being. Baffled, his father returns the embrace, holding him as tightly as he can. As he holds his son, he understands that this is not the time for questions.

“...what do you say we head home early today? The weather is about to turn and I think your Aunt needed some help today regardless. So let’s head home and see what she needs.”

Isleif, buried in his father’s arms, gives a meek nod of affirmation. And together, father and son sail back to the shore. But through a crack in the embrace, Isleif sees a white whale tail break the surface of the water. Giving them a boost home

[dragonislandbluereview]

DRAGON ISLAND BLUE REVIEW: PIRANHA

A school of nasty bitey little fish. No resemblance to real piranha, but they sort of evoke a stock image in your mind when you think of "killer piranhas"

Full review under the cut.

RAZORFISH

A ghostly white Dunkleosteus with a human-like skull at the tip of its snout, and the left side of its face forming another skull. Its surrounded by smaller fish, all with an eerie single, red eye. Really, really cool.

DARK RAZORFISH

Pretty much the same thing but darker and spikier. It's entire forehead appears to have morphed into a human skull. Spooky.

DEEP WHALE

This is a completely different animal than all previous forms, now a serpentine baleen whale with rows of big green eyes (or just ambiguous orbs?) lining its sides. There appear to be eyelids where normal eyes would go, but they're closed.

I can't see a blowhole in this artwork, so I like to think this is just a really weird deep sea fish that looks like a whale.

Overall really cool, I like all its forms for different reasons. 5/5

[trialbymagicks]

Hidden Expedition: Everest Secret Item Locations

A basic guide to the location of all 18 secret items in Hidden Expedition: Everest in case you're missing any and don't know where to look. The items have been circled, but you can ignore the pictures and just take note of the location names/descriptions if you're only looking for hints.

Latin America

Witches Market

A top hat rests on the back of an armadillo.

Amazon River

A purple octopus clings to a tree.

Chichen Itza Ruins

A shiny fencing sword guards the cheek of a stone face.

Paititi

A whale attempts to become one with the trees.

El Dorado

A paint brush makes like a leaf and books a one-way ticket out of here.

Europe

Münster

A skull & crossbones marks the entrance to the alley.

Natural History Museum

A pumpkin lurks around the corner.

Jail House

A UFO zips past the prison tower. This is neither the first nor the last time we will see evidence of aliens.

Alpine Village

A helmet tops a distant house.

Pythagorean Society

An idyllic castle sits against the wall.

Asia

Yakushima

A black bird perches beneath the torii.

Angkor Wat Interior

A white bonnet bathed in light waits in the doorway.

Hawaiki

An axe overhead waits to be used once again.

Femur Island

A boat sails full mast on the horizon.

Shambala

A pair of white shoes nestle in the ice.

Everest

The Door To Everest

A black beetle climbs a rock with its ladybug friend.

The Altar

A ghostly rabbit almost sits upon the lap of true luxury.

Inner Temple

A wrist watch counts down the seconds until the aliens return.

[noemyghan]

"The great white shark's white gliding ghostliness of repose, when beheld in his ordinary moods, strangely tallies with the same refinement as an pearl. This peculiarity is most vividly hit by the French in the name they bestow upon that leviathan. The Romish mass for the dead begins with "Requiem eternam" (eternal rest), whence Requiem denominating the mass itself, and any other funereal music. Now, in allusion to the white, silent stillness of death in this fish, well reflected in his habits, which occasionally awakens in the soul of any man a somewhat vague and nameless horror concerning him, influenced by its ghostly aspect. alternating for a relentless anger, the French call him Requin."

References:

PowerofMobyDick.com/Moby042.html

Power of Moby-Dick: The Online Annotation

Copyright 2008 by Margaret Guroff.

Moby Dick, by Herman Mellvile

Chapter XLII

The Whitness of the Whale

Page 187

Page number shown are from the first American edition, published in 1851.

[seewetter]

Mythic Creatures by Region & Culture

Part 10: Other

Modern

Acarus Crossii; Caveman; Chupacabra first in Puerto Rico; Cryptid; Cryptid whale; Cyborg; Doppelgänger; Fort Manoel Ghost; Globster; Gremlin; Hammaspeikko; Holly King and Oak King; Lariosauro; Living Puppet ; Doll; Loys Ape; Ningen; Owlman is predates by Owlman from DC Comics; Phantom Cats; Red Lady; Sewer alligator; Snow Queen; Sooterkin; Springheeled Jack; The Devil Whale broad category, includes Sindbad and medieval accounts; Tree Octopus; UFO

George Luis Borges

Á Bao A Qu; Peryton

Theosophy (included for completion's sake & because sometimes artists want to make art about fucked up 19th century cults that would make Lovecraft either proud or quake with fear or both)

Root race (theosophy)

Universal (not always universal to all cultures, but these wiki entries covered too many cultures to not basically put them in a category of their own)

Death; Deity; Dema deity; Demigod; Demon ; Demons and Demon (list); Eagles in Myth; Elf ; Elfs, Elves; Fairy ; Fairies; Fairy Queen; Ghost; Giant; Green Man; Hellhound; Lake Monster; Lynx; Mermaid and Merwomen; Merman; Mummy ; Mummies; Night Hag; Nightmare; Ogre; Poltergeist; Sack Man; Sea Monster; Sea Serpent; Shadow Person; Skeleton; Snake_Worship; Spirit spouse; Spirit ; Spirits; St. Elmo's Fire; Trickster ; Tricksters; Vampire; Vampire folklore worldwide; Werecat; White Lady ; White Ladies (ghost); Will-o'-wisp; Winged cat; Winged lion; Witch

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Frau Holunder; Frohn; Frost Giant; Fuddittu; Fuglietti; Fujettu; Fuochi Fatui; Füttermännchen;

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Self Trait Book

Trait Book:  60 pages

The self-trait books on film.

Standing on the githuke in the black dress with wires across the subject in an X style. Both front and back

The metamorphosis series

Standing on the hill with soil in Hayling road camouflaging the soil

The awards dress with a thread of hair draping down the subjects faces or an actual thread. Influence by Alex McQueen.

Beyonce queen already black and white nude recreation.

ManRay 25 first page’s nude recreation.

Aina Weis A model cover homage.

The whale by ManRay recreation.

Nancy Gunard 1926, Jacqueline Goddard 1932, Homage shot by ManRay but make it with silver bangos, lots of them.

Juliet but in the style that Chris and I shot our first studio shoot.

Planted in the soil while the hair is growing out flowers or seedling representing growth.

Sitting on the black stool, afro, cigarette on the mouth Topless.

Anais Weis homage portrait

Portraits from 2017

Create another box series with thy self and others.

Iconography paying homage to Chris.

Iconography paying homage to ManRay-myself

Iconography Paying homage to Owen. 

Simple portraits using the PLP ghostly effect.

The Josephine baker effect

Recreate the wig cap on top of the face the net one like rihanna that I shot with Chris.

Recreate the wig cap with broches as seen on Usher and Ertha Kitt

The black award dress as a drop dead gorgeous. Gorgeous on the outside but the eyes are saying otherwise. The draping down tear.

Bandaged face but glam on the lips. Think Alexander McQueen on this one. Geisha

The sound of rain- in the fields in the nudes

The media- cutting specific words from the newspaper. Make sure the words used are sending a message especially one for reclaiming the erotic power of black women.

Mirrored self-portraits outdoors

My hands on my Magazine

Black dress on the githuke with an X string like an entrapment

Holding a frame like that Guy Bourdin image

Seat at the table. Me myself and I having conversations with myself. Make sure that the shadows have very dark tones representing my enigmatic vibe.

Desiree Dolton paper bag series I did in 2017- Taylor Wessing awards.

Femme Fatale

Juno Calypso mask- create a faceless portrait full of diamonds in blur mode and clear on both pages.

Avatar

Gooey stuff peeling of the subject’s skin stuck on the floor. Inner battle

Red curtains, Shinny gloves, red heels. Sensuality, red lights.

Cracked mirror self-portrait.

Poison Ivy

Money trees

Venus series from my end

Dodge n burn- oil- reborn

Start shooting for corona energy fc club to better picture on the wall. Since we already leased about the frame but not all the time. On important games maybe.

Study Daido Moriyama body of work that is rich in black and white tones/ indirect self-portraits by using blackest of the blackest ink.

Guy Bourdin sultry style but from a feminine perspective

Agenda. Get into Nadia lee Cohen style of homage just like Nan Goulding

If given the chance to get the lights from Angelo but enlist some boundaries if even if it’s for borrowing.

Start contacting Owen on assisting some of his shoots that includes a lot of movement and fabric usage. Text him

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I actually slightly prefer the idea that he'd be a space version of the Sea Emperor Leviathans from Subnautica.

Though, I love your design for him as a whale!

The aesthetic is so cool!

Oh! Speaking of black holes! Someone brought up the idea that Vlad's black rings when transforming might be black holes that take away his humanity, while Danny's white rings could be white holes that give him ghostliness.

Which I thought was neat!

I love the space whale Danny designs (credit to @/puppetmaster13u ) they are gorgeous and I love them, WHY IS IT SO DETAILED??? I KNOW THAT IT WAS LIKE. A ONE OFF DRAWING OF DANNY OR WHATEVER BUT PLEASE THIS TOOK ME LIKE AN HOUR TO JUST DO FLATS. FLATS

Anyways, I did the flats and mostly all the rendering on void touched!vlad, but Danny needs to be shaded and rendered. Also need to add in earth and the appropriate background! Vlad has a black hole core, while Danny’s is a space core, yin and yang for all of time aren’t they?

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Beautiful Moments Between Animal Mothers and Their Babies!

A Polar Bear Mom rests after nursing in Wapusk National Park in Manitoba, Canada. Polar bears mate in the spring but don't become pregnant until the fall. Then, only those females who've successfully fattened up over a summer of hunting will begin to bear young. During those months of plenty, a bear may gain more than 220 pounds, and mothers need every bit of those reserves when it's time to den. Depending on where in the Arctic they call home, polar bear moms may remain in their snowy dens for up to eight months without eating or drinking. Cubs, often twins, spend their several months in their den, enjoying their mom's high-fat milk. Moms dote on their cubs for two to three years, protecting them from threats including male polar bears. They also teach them the skills needed for life on the ice, including how to swim, hunt, and prepare dens for their own future families. Photograph By Norbert Rosing, National Geographic Image Collection

A Saker Falcon and her Chicks, known as Eyases, take in the panoramic view across the vast expanse of the Mongolian plain. Mothers raise their young in existing nests f built by storks, eagles, or other birds, says Per Smiseth, a University of Edinburgh behavioral ecologist. This particular falcon mother sat on her eggs for over a month, never leaving the nest, while her mate brought her food. Both parents care for their noisy young, which fledge after about 50 days. Smiseth notes that this kind of family-focused lifestyle is far more common among birds than among most other animals. "Birds are typically very good parents," he says. Photograph By Brent Stirton, National Geographic Image Collection

Humpback whales have a calf only every two to three years and lavish it with attention. Young whales nurse for an entire year and keep growing for 10. During this time, mother and offspring travel thousands of miles from their calving grounds in tropical waters to rich summer feeding grounds in the temperate and polar seas. The whales, pictured above frolicking near Vava'u, Tonga, spend winters in Antarctica, while some North American whales journey from Alaska to Hawaii. A main threat to the calves during such journeys are orcas, also known as killer whales. That's why the pair sometimes communicate by whispering, which allows the mom to keep tabs on her calf while staying under the radar. Photograph By Greg Lecoeur, National Geographic Image Collection

Unlike most of their famously aloof kin, African lions are social cats. They live in prides dominated by related females, like this cub-wrangling mom in Serengeti National Park, Tanzania. "Females are the core. The heart and soul of the pride. The males come and go," Craig Packer, director of the Lion Research Center at the University of Minnesota, told National Geographic in 2019. Female lions hang together to protect themselves from dangers, including male lions, which will kill cubs of competing males. They form a communal nursery called a crèche, and even groom and nurse each other's cubs (though they always prioritize their own). Young lions are playful, but they don't begin hunting until they are about a year old. This means they generally eat last, and competition over food, as well as infanticide, mean that many cubs are unlikely to make it to adulthood. Some scientists estimate that only half of all cubs make it to age two. Photograph By Michael Nicolas, National Geographic Image Collection

An Emperor Scorpion, one of the World's Largest Scorpions, carries her immature offspring on her back. "Scorpions may get some bad press, but female Scorpions are very attentive parents," Smiseth says. Emperor scorpion mothers give birth to an average of nine to 32 fully formed young. These ghostly white newborns are completely dependent on their mother for the first few weeks after birth. The young don't need food, as they subsist on nutrients left over from the embryo stage until they can hunt for themselves. All scorpions practice parental care, which is perhaps why they've been around for hundreds of millions of years and live on every continent except Antarctica. "Scorpions were among the first animals to colonize dry land, and female care might be part of the key to why they were able to do that successfully," Smiseth says. Photograph By Zssd, Minden Pictures

A cheetah family slows down for a bit of play in Serengeti National Park, Tanzania. Being a cheetah mom is very hard work: During the early weeks of her cubs' lives, the mother must move them every few days to avoid predators. If all goes well, cheetah siblings stay with their mom for about a year and a half, learning to hunt. The young cats then try out their independence by hanging together as a group for another six months or so. Some cheetahs are supermoms, not only raising their own young but fostering the cubs of others. "I'm not aware of any other carnivore whose survival relies so heavily on the success of so few females," Sarah Durant, director of the Serengeti Cheetah Project, told National Geographic in 2012. Durant adds one notable female, named Eleanor, had mothered 10 percent of the southern Serengeti's adult cheetahs. Photograph By FransLanting, National Geographic Image Collection

An Angolan Giraffe Mother and Calf greet the dawn on the plains of Namibia. Giraffe calves are born famously well suited for life on the run, standing within 30 minutes of birth. It’s critical that they do so, as newborn calves are a favorite meal of many African predators. But before these “mini-adults” are born, mom has to endure a 15-month pregnancy, which allows for the development of a six-foot-tall baby with strong muscles and nervous system. When their calves get a bit older, female giraffes will sometimes call on “babysitters,” Verdolin says. “The mothers hang out together….The females leave their calf with another mom, and it’s sort of like a giraffe calf playgroup. It’s also community support for the mothers.” Photograph By Madelaine Castles, National Geographic Image Collection

A Female Gray-headed Flying Fox hangs with her young in a riverside colony in Yarra Bend Park, Victoria, Australia. Mothers typically a single pup at a time, which initially can’t regulate its own body temperature. During this time the mother wraps her young in her wings. When she ventures out at night to feed on fruits, pollen, and nectar, the pup clings to her, clawing her fur and clamping its mouth around her nipple. When pups are older, yet still too young to fly, they’re left behind in the colony’s trees. When Mom returns with nourishment, she and her pup recognize one another among the group by scent and the sound of each other’s calls. Photograph By Doug Gimesy, Minden Pictures

A Giant Panda Mom cradles her Cub at the Wolong Conservation and Research Center in China. The cubs are born famously tiny—just 1/900th the size of their mothers—and are blind, hairless, and totally dependent on Mama. Pandas often have twins, which means panda mothers must choose which of the pair is most likely to survive—and devote all her efforts to that cub at the expense of the other. So while practice of abandoning a less fit twin might land pandas on some lists of the animal kingdom's "bad moms," they are actually trying to be the best mothers they can. It's not that panda moms aren't devoted. For months after birth, she holds her cub almost nonstop to share body warmth and nurse. She rarely leaves the den, even to eat and drink. Photograph By Ami Vitale National Geographic Image Collection

Mamas and Babies: Like super human moms, great animal moms show grace to their young, feed them when they’re hungry, teach them the ropes... and some even sacrifice themselves so their offspring may live. (Pictured above, a Gorilla carries her Newborn.)