#globsters

[graveyardrabbit]

this wouldn’t happen to me if I were a globster

[teleostuber]

My first yr film don’t look at me, freak

[eldritchrach]

New sticker sheet of silly little cryptid friends now available! ♥ Tag yourself

[ozclxwn]

He DEFINITELY gets invited to honey lemons sticker parties

[labete-du-gevaudan]

Trunko was originally known as the Margate Sea Serpent when it was discovered washed ashore on October 25th, 1924, in Margate, South Africa. In newspapers at the time, it was even called a “Fish like a Polar Bear”.

According to eyewitnesses, the creature was seen battling two killer whales in the ocean for a length of 3 hours. It could, reportedly, lift its body out of the ocean by 20 feet and it fought the killer whales with its tail. Even though Trunko was washed up on the beach for a total of 10 days, no scientists ever went to investigate it. Photos of the carcass were discovered in 2010. Before that, no one knew photos were ever published.

Trunko was eventually chalked up to being the rotting carcass of a whale.

[threeleggedart]

something very new and fun: a batch adopt sheet commissioned by @gooompy! 3 of them have already been claimed, but the rest are up for sale! (additionally, im also open for more batch adopt commissions for anyone interested :])

1. Medicinal Leech - 70 USD

3. Mystery Slime Globster - 60 USD

4. False Lighthouse - 100 USD

payment must be made through paypal. if youd like to claim one, please DM me!

[selachimorphic]

a yassified globster, sea monster.... thing

[postingcards]

"famous mystery monster from the sea" in march of 1950, a globster washed ashore in lincoln city, oregon. the rotting animal became a local sensation; an estimated 20,000 people visited the town to see it. its species was never confirmed. real photo postcard by anderson photo

[evolutionsvoid]

Though the seas can prove dangerous, and many have been lost to its vastness, there is great riches to be gained out there. Be it simply fishing its depths for food, to challenging the mighty leviathans for their incredible stores of blubber and oil. Even then, there is still more to be gained. While water is the primary liquid found in these endless oceans, humors and other fluids can be produced and found. Secreted from countless sea creatures, or perhaps formed by strange phenomenon, one can find congealed globs of it upon the surface, or even entire layers of gunk spreading across the still blueness. Though watered down and degraded compared to the pure stuff found deep in the ancient corpses, only a fool would be so picky to turn down what is found for free. There are collectors and ships who go out to scoop up this bounty, so that it may be taken home and boiled down. It may not be the strongest stuff, but in times of little and need, folk are happy to get anything. And at times, it can be more than simple fluids, as death is very present in these waters.

Corpses of fallen prey or victims to sickness can be found, still clinging to the world above before their inevitable descent. If one is sharp of eye and blessed with luck, they may find these bounties of dead flesh before the ocean claims them and take them as their own. But a handful of belly up fish or a half eaten leviathan is not what these collectors want. They want the mother load: a fatberg. There are many corpses that are created by the cruel sea, and plenty of fluids too. Factor in the currents that move the waters and make this whole world turn, and you can see how things begin to drift and flow together. In certain regions of the ocean, currents crash together and so do the things they carry in tow. Countless corpses converge and mash together in a violent churning sea, and if there is enough, a fatberg may be formed.

A fatberg is a conglomeration of dead flesh and bodily fluids, brought together by the sea. It forms into a single spongy mass, which floats upon the surface due to its great stores of fat and blubber. When they grow big enough, their sheer size allows them to break free from the churning currents that created them, and they begin to drift through the open ocean. Out in the vast expanse of the sea, they will simply drift along, waiting to see what they bump into, be it land, ship, scavengers or even another fatberg. To no one's surprise, the first thing that they usually encounter are hordes of scavengers, lured in by the rotting smell and buffet of rich fat. However, this meal is not always free, for fatbergs can be deceptive things. Their soggy fatty folds can be incredibly soft and sticky, and the piles of rotting flesh can be unstable and heavy. One wrong move can get you bogged down in its blubber, or have a mound of fat collapse atop you. A fair share of scavengers do not escape their dinner, as they become trapped in its sweetly rotted embrace. They will either drown in water logged flesh or be pulled deeper in by their struggles and smothered. In time, their own flesh will join the rest, and the fatberg will grow. As it drifts aimlessly, it swallows more and more, be it loose corpses, floats of congealed humors or even live victims. And if it crashes into another fatberg, the two will merge into an even bigger form.

Its vast stores of fat and free flesh are not lost upon the seafolk, who are whipped into an excited frenzy whenever they spot one on the horizon. Look there! A great bounty of blubber, oil and goods! Ripe for the taking, and free to claim! Who could pass up on such wealth?! So ships will scour the seas for the sight of a fatberg and hurry to plunder its riches. Hooks grab hold and pull it close, and the crew goes at it with scoops and blades. Dribbling fatty slices are carved free and sent to the holds, sponges are soaked with leaking oils and humors then wrung into bottles and buckets. As if the ship itself was a ravenous leviathan, a fatberg will be devoured in no time, as lucky crews hurry to claim as much as they can. And if it is more than they can carry, then they may seek to haul it back with them. Such a bounty of resources turns many to greed, and they guard it fiercely. In a vicious world like this, one must take what they can get and fend off those who would steal it from them.

However, though fatbergs may be a great blessing, there is one thing that will cause any ship to take pause. Something that will bring their harvesting to a screeching halt and paddle away from this wealth as fast as they can. A certain tune that can be heard rumbling through the waters and humming through the very fat they carve. Fatbergs are a bounty of dead flesh, but sometimes they can be something much more. No one knows what causes it, but in rare instances, a fatberg can discover new life. The dripping blubber and soggy flesh can begin to move on its own, and congeal into particular shapes. Some spark deep within awakens, and it becomes a being of its very own. This new entity is often referred to as a Globster by most folk, but those with reverence and fear of the sea call it something else: a Child of Snow.

What else could be this living mound of carcasses and blubber be? Who else would call it their kin? There is no doubt that these beings belong to the Mother of Snow, for they play the same role. A treasure trove of dead flesh, offering itself to the hungry and crumbling into gobs and particles to seed the abyss below. They even drift like her, sluggish and lifeless. But while she lives within the deep, they lurk upon the surface. They do not do much else, just float in the open ocean. And sing.

From their flesh and orifices comes a tune much like the song of the Mother, a peaceful dirge that pulls upon the heart and mind. It is a calming hum that emanates from their flesh, and spreads through air and sea. But unlike their divine Mother, this song does not just beckon to those on the brink. All shall hear their tune and know peace. Those exposed to its sweet music shall feel their woes wash away and their pains fade to nothingness. It is what makes them so holy, and so dangerous. For this tune can be damning in its gentleness, luring in victims like a siren's song. If one is not strong of mind and conviction, they may lose their minds to the pleasure, and fail to control their own actions. Many are drawn in by the comfort and lovely tune, and desire to be closer to this paradise. They throw themselves overboard and thrust themselves into its soft fat. They sink into its smothering embrace, and never return. And so it grows, accidentally feeding upon those they wish to save, drawing in fish, worm and man alike. It is why many ships tear away from these singing fatbergs the moment they hear this tune, knowing it could doom them all.

Though there have been many consumed by their mass, and entire ships lost to their song, there is no malice in these Children. They do not intend to harm, they simply wish to do what they can. They want to spread peace, they want to be like their gentle Mother, but newborns do not fully grasp their abilities and the world around them. They mimic the words they hear, but know not their meaning. They sing the one song they know, but cannot understand the message that resonates deep within...

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"Child of Snow"

Yes, I know Mermay is over, but one more! Just one more! I need it! I neeeeeed it!

[ardentinwoe]

An older piece for a zine a few years back!

[fuzzy-oooze]

everybody loves a decaying mass of whale fat that happens to look like some kind of beast

[graveyardrabbit]

globster sighting 6

[plaguedocboi]

Apparently there was a new globster in Papua New Guinea somewhat recently and apparently people can't tell what it is, calling it mermaid-like.

That's just a cetacean of some sort.

It’s Trunko

[chiropteracupola]

left: zuiyo-maru carcass (1977), right: chocolate pudding (2024)

[valhahazred]

Her name is Whalefall

[labete-du-gevaudan]

On April 25, 1977, the Japanese trawler Zuiyō Maru, reeled in a strange, decomposing creature. The body, later called the Zuiyō Maru Carcass was pulled up east of Christchurch, New Zealand. The corpse weighed in at nearly 4,000 pounds and was 42 feet long.

According to the trawler’s crew, the creature’s neck was 5 feet long, its tail was 6.5 feet long, it had 4 red colored fins and was lacking all internal organs, a dorsal fin and most of its skin. The creature was tossed back into the ocean out of worry for the crew’s cargo being contaminated. It smelled so much like rotting flesh, the crew couldn’t handle it for too long. Some samples of the skeleton, flesh, and fins were taken. Analysis of the samples, photos, and sketches of the carcass caused some scientists to believe the creature was a decomposing basking shark.

However some people still think that the creature was “not a fish, whale, or any other mammal”.