#moby dick chapter 3

[stain-glass]

Chapter 3 - The Spouter-Inn

Ishmael makes it to an inn that is kinda sketchy and full of whaling things. The inn keeper tells him that there is no empty rooms, only the share bed option with a Harpooner.

Ishmael is nervous to share a bed with someone he doesn't know and wants to wait and meet the guy before making the decision, but the harpooner does not show up. The landlord tells him that he is trying to sell an actual human head and, after having a crisis or two, Ishmael is too tired to really think and just goes to bed (which was huge and he didn't need to worry about sharing blankets too much)

The Harpooner comes in in the middle of the night, waking Ishmael who stays quiet and watches the man who is later named Queequeg. He is bald, has dark skin and is covered in tattoos. his skin is describes as dark purple and yellow, so im not sure if he is suppose to be beat up and bruised but Ishmael certainly thinks he was. Ishmael goes on to deeply describe Queequeg (which is something that will be a pattern and is also something that he never bothered to do with himself).

when the man goes to bed smoking his tomahawk, Ishmael realizes that he hasn't let the man know that he is there and also, no smoking in bed dude. rude. Both end up screaming and Ishmael is almost killed for being a trespasser before the landlord comes in and sorts it out.

Ishmael realizes that he was being the rude one (but still no smoking in bed.) and with that they both go to sleep.

Also in the chapter: Bulkington, a future shipmate is introduced.

[algumaideia]

Read chapter 3 of one piece and idk I guess I'm not used to the type of interactions and conversations you see in those types of mangas.

But Zoro was really cute with that child.

[pikslasrce]

AND HUCKLEBERRY FIN... DONE *passes out*

[intj-greenwords]

Words of the day:

squitchy

The positive sensation induced when one feels something that is pleasantly squishy.

skrimshander

A distinctly North American folk art, involving carving of ivory, and undertaken for centuries by the Native peoples of Alaska and Canada.

vum

A verb (intransitive) meaning to swear or make an oath.

[bluehourskyeli]

"Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian."

Herman Melville - Moby Dick

[coffincoitus]

slay

[deermouth]

I want to have things to say but I'm just sitting here in awe of Whale Phrenology Chapter.

[to-the-fishies]

On one side hung a very large oilpainting so thoroughly besmoked, and every way defaced, that in the unequal crosslights by which you viewed it, it was only by diligent study and a series of systematic visits to it, and careful inquiry of the neighbors, that you could any way arrive at an understanding of its purpose. Such unaccountable masses of shades and shadows, that at first you almost thought some ambitious young artist, in the time of the New England hags, had endeavored to delineate chaos bewitched. But by dint of much and earnest contemplation, and oft repeated ponderings, and especially by throwing open the little window towards the back of the entry, you at last come to the conclusion that such an idea, however wild, might not be altogether unwarranted.

But what most puzzled and confounded you was a long, limber, portentous, black mass of something hovering in the centre of the picture over three blue, dim, perpendicular lines floating in a nameless yeast. A boggy, soggy, squitchy picture truly, enough to drive a nervous man distracted. Yet was there a sort of indefinite, half-attained, unimaginable sublimity about it that fairly froze you to it, till you involuntarily took an oath with yourself to find out what that marvellous painting meant. Ever and anon a bright, but, alas, deceptive idea would dart you through.—It’s the Black Sea in a midnight gale.—It’s the unnatural combat of the four primal elements.—It’s a blasted heath.—It’s a Hyperborean winter scene.—It’s the breaking-up of the icebound stream of Time. But at last all these fancies yielded to that one portentous something in the picture’s midst. That once found out, and all the rest were plain. But stop; does it not bear a faint resemblance to a gigantic fish? even the great leviathan himself?

In fact, the artist’s design seemed this: a final theory of my own, partly based upon the aggregated opinions of many aged persons with whom I conversed upon the subject. The picture represents a Cape-Horner in a great hurricane; the half-foundered ship weltering there with its three dismantled masts alone visible; and an exasperated whale, purposing to spring clean over the craft, is in the enormous act of impaling himself upon the three mast-heads.

[cozage]

The Daughter's Return Part 3

Chapter 26: Thereafter

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Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 1k AN: This is more of an epilogue of sorts. There's not a lot of dialogue, but it does kind of wrap everything up. I really have enjoyed writing this, and I hope you have enjoyed it as well :) thanks for a fun time and a great ride. I could say 5,000 more things about this fic and how much I love you for supporting it, but let's finish this up :)

It had taken Ace a few days to make the house liveable, but plenty of people had opened their homes for you to stay in while you all finished the essential repairs. They never made you feel like a burden, and even though you tried to keep to yourselves, they were eager to get to know you.

You had expected to pay for all the tools you needed, but the townsfolk on this island were kind and generous. Several families had lent Ace tools, and some had even come by to offer their help. Even though you were on a hill outside of town, people dropped in throughout the day, bringing baked goods or hand-sewn linens as welcoming gifts. 

So much for privacy. You had more of it in your shared bunkhouse on the Moby Dick. 

But you didn’t find yourself irritated by the townspeople’s check-ins. While most of them asked basic questions about your past and eyed Ace’s scarred back, they never pried. And even better, they always seemed to know when it was time to leave. 

After a few weeks, you had fallen into a strange pattern of familiarity. Even as your belly grew bigger, you tried your best to help Ace as much as you could every day. In the morning, you would get up and make him coffee. He would always scold you, claiming that you were the one who was supposed to be pampered right now, but he continued to allow you to do it for now. 

You all would eat a quick breakfast, and then begin to work on house improvements. The morning was the best time to work, since it was still cool out. The two of you patched up holes in the walls and began to decorate the inside of your little two-bedroom cabin. The projects never seemed to end.

And every morning while you worked, Mr. Cheddle would deliver a newspaper, and you would invite him in for breakfast. If he declined, you would send him some kind of snack to thank him for bringing the paper up the hill. You knew he didn’t mind, but you still felt obligated to send him away with something. 

You’d leave Ace to go make lunch, and usually find some variety of baked goods on the counter from someone welcoming you to the town. You often found yourself wondering if people would ever stop sending you things, or if you would become someone who baked for your neighbors just for the hell of it. 

At lunch, you would read the paper and update Ace on anything interesting. Afterwards, the two of you would typically walk to town together to find something to do. Some days you would shop, others you would go your separate ways. Whether it was tea with Arabelle, or a walk in the park with Crilly and her three dogs, or even sitting at Sellie-Tien’s shop and catching up on gossip, you always found something to do. 

And as the sun set, you and Ace would walk back up the hill, talking of your time spent apart, and even stopping to chat with others along the road. 

What a strange life you were living. How mundane it all was. And yet…perfect. 

On one particular day it had been too hot for you to work, even in the morning. And with nothing to do, you decided to read the News Coo early. You kept your eyes peeled for any words of Luffy, but there had been no news of him since his stunt at Marineford. 

However, today there was far more interesting news on the front page. One you had been waiting for. 

One about Portgas D. Ace.

“You’re dead!” You cheered, holding up the News Coo to show Ace. 

Ace dropped his tools and ran over to you, reading it over quickly. 

“They made a grave for me and everything,” he said. “Impressive.” 

“It helps that they took your hat,” you mentioned. He pouted at the thought. 

“I’m gonna miss that hat.” He handed the paper back to you. “What about you?”

“Still nothing.” You read through the article once again just to make sure you hadn’t skipped anything. “I doubt they’ll officially say I’m dead.”

“Really?” Ace asked. “Why’s that?”

“Because they reported it wrong once,” you admitted, setting the paper down. “They can’t do that again. Can you imagine the embarrassment?”

“But they won’t bother us here.” Ace looked out over the ocean. “They don’t have jurisdiction.”

“That’s why Marco chose it for us,” you said. “It’s quiet. Out of the way. Nobody will bother us. It’s perfect.”

“Seems like a more than fair trade off,” Ace said, and you nodded in agreement. 

“We finally get to have our happily ever after.���

Ace smiled at you, kissing your cheek. “And I can’t wait to spend it with you. Our perfect little family.”

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Sengoku stared long and hard at a small piece of paper with little hearts doodled all over. Against everything that he knew and had been told, the card sat between his fingers in perfect condition. 

Garp walked into the room, full of drive and purpose. “Listen Sengoku, I need to tell you something. I-“

“I know,” he said. “You’re going to retire. But before you turn in that resignation letter, I want to give you something.”

Sengoku handed off the piece of paper covered with hearts. “Do with this what you will. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve never seen it.”

Garp examined it, and his breath caught in his throat when he saw the name written across it in perfect cursive. Ace. 

“Where did you get this?”

“We took it off Portgas D. Ace when he arrived at Impel Down.  We thought it belonged to him, but that must not be the case, since he’s dead now.”

Garp held the card in his hand carefully. The paper slowly inched away from him. “So who’s it belong to then?”

“Probably nobody,” Sengoku shrugged. “I’m about to retire myself, and that little scrap of paper seems like a lot of paperwork and a lot of personal investigation. I just don’t have it in me. Especially for some pirate who we all saw die. Take it off my hands for me. Do something with it, just don’t tell me what. As a favor.”

“Yes sir,” Garp said, tears in his eyes. “Thank you.”

“No Garp,” Sengoku said. “Thank you.”

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[burningvelvet]

I finished Moby Dick. So, to continue my former post(s) documenting my thoughts, here we are (spoilers ahead):

captain ahab: i am once again asking hast thou seen the white whale

Narrator, for the 5 millionth time describing captain ahab: "MONOMANIACAL. MONOMANIAC. MONOMANIA."

I was thinking "the homosexual themes everyone talks about are really exaggerated apparently…" and then I got to the chapter about sperm squeezing

Stubb meeting with the French in chap 91 had the exact vibe of a filler episode on a comedy sitcom

there are a lot of moments that reminded me of The Office ngl like i could just imagine stubb in the little interview chair just talking. so much meme material. he's seriously just doing his own thing. the little random characters like the blacksmith and carpenter just talking shit and side-eyeing ahab in the background lmaoooo

Saint George didn't kill a dragon, it was a whale #THETRUTHREVEALED #WHALETRUTHERS

It would have been hilarious if the British people told Ahab that they already killed Moby Dick already before he could get to it. I was so hoping that would happen. Bonus points if it was the Rachel after he'd turned them away.

Ahab discusses the topic of madness a lot. It's almost like he's… mad...

I vote Ahab for the most Byronic hero to ever Byronic… Heathcliff and Rochester have nothing on him… The origin of the Byronic hero, Byron's titular character from the narrative poem Childe Harold, is literally mentioned by name in the novel and had to be a blatant inspiration - it could not be more obvious! (I have yet to encounter the famed Byronic heroes of Russian literature, most notably Eugene Onegin, a work where Byron is also blatantly name-dropped).

Everyone thinking Queequeg was dying and having a coffin made to his measurements and filled with grave goods at his direction and then him literally climbing into the coffin to test it out and then waiting silently to die…. then all of a sudden getting better and saying he chose to recover bc he remembered he had something on his to-do list….. iconic

Ishmael referring to Queequeg as "my Queequeg…" omg. Queerqueg

Queequeg drawing figures like the ones on his tattoos omg… au story where Queequeg is an artist/tattoo artist when???

I was literally saying "AWWWWW" out loud when Ahab and Pip were having their little moments

The irony of Ahab abandoning the Rachel then it coming back for Ishmael… the coffin lifeboat… etc… good stuff…

okay ahab is my man but yeah he was an asshole to the captain of rachel.

also feel bad for tashtego. he wanted that gold doubloon so bad and ahab was like SIKE, MOTHERFUCKER! umm tashtego did not get cut out of a whale by queequeg to deal with ur shit ahab!

Once again wanting a Black Sails/Moby Dick AU… I found this essay about the similarities between Flint/Ahab https://ijms.nmdl.org/article/view/22389/14361

They only have like 2-3 little moments together but like… Starbuck/Ahab kind of outdoing Ishmael/Queequeg there for a moment… chaps 132/134… oh my godddddddddddddd whyyyyyyy

Captain Ahab's moments in chapters 36/37 AAAAAHHHHH you will see me being normal about this

I noted some of my favorite Ahab moments/chapters and they are 36/37/41/70/99/108/109/113/115/116/119/125/129/132/134/135. Like I may seriously just re-read those chapters (no offense to Melville's whale facts, Stubb's jokes, & Pip's insanity)

the end is kind of similar to the great gatsby in the sense that you finally realize the entire novel was actually written for him to cope with his grief-related trauma & then suddenly it all makes sense. the lingering, the sentimentality regarding seemingly insignificant details or people, the meandering/digressing/procrastinating getting to the end, etc.

there are actually several moments -- i don't know if he actually referred to ahab or the others in past-tense specifically, but there were several moments where i felt like i kind of thought he was giving away the end before he did (it wasn't a shock to me bc i read about the end prior, but still)

[hannahbarberra162]

Can't Fix Fix A Broken Heart - Ch. 4

Now on Ao3

Chapter 3 Chapter 5 All chapters

Chapter 4 - Flight No Fight

Ace is deffo a little freak you can’t tell me otherwise. NSFW mentions, nothing explicit. MDNI, 18+.

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“Come with us,” Thatch said to you in a low voice as he momentarily stopped rubbing your back. You didn’t respond. He was just saying that - the offer wasn’t real. No one was coming to save you, you’re still on your own as always.

“Hey,” he reached forward and held your chin in between his thumb and index finger. He pivoted your head up so you were looking at him. Your eyes were red and puffy, cheeks covered in drying tears. “There you are,” he said smiling at you, “listen, come with us, Y/N. We can bring you back to the Moby Dick, you’ll be safe with us. We can protect you and you can figure out your next steps from there.”

You sniffled and searched his face with your eyes. Maybe…he was being sincere? But you were already shooting down the idea in your head.

“Everyone knows Whitebeard doesn’t have women on his ship. And besides, I can’t fight. At all. So I would just be a liability.” You tried to pull your face back from his hand.

Thatch frowned at you but held on firmly. “It’s true there aren’t many women on the Moby, but there are some. You wouldn’t be the only one. And it’s ok if you can’t fight. There are plenty of us who can protect you. I mean, we wouldn’t be a good Yonko crew if we couldn’t defend one little lady, right?”

You kept looking into his face and started to think about the possibilities of going with the Whitebeard Pirates. It was appealing to think of having people who were willing to help, but it was tempered by thoughts of being on a ship again, being around so many unknown people, and having to start from scratch. Again.

 You never wanted to set sail ever again, but it seemed fate had forced your hand. Besides, what other course of action could you take? You couldn’t stay on the island - the same island where you landed after the wreck. People knew you here and it wouldn’t be long before bounty hunters showed up looking for you. You didn’t have enough money to secure a safe voyage to another island, you didn’t have anyone waiting for you anywhere else…you really didn’t have many options.

Maybe Thatch could see indecision flickering through your features because he let go of your chin, cupped your cheek and said “Let’s go tell the others. I can’t wait to introduce you to Oyaji.” You were surprised at his quick turn about - you hadn’t actually agreed to anything yet. Just because it was your best option didn’t mean it was the only option. 

“Um, wait. I just want -” But you didn’t have time to voice any objections before he took your hands in his and hauled you to your feet. You squeaked a little when he put his hand on the small of your back, using it to guide you back down the alley to the bar. 

Standing in the doorway of the bar, hushed voices stopped talking and looked at you and Thatch. Obviously you had been the topic of conversation, the thought of which made you feel embarrassed. Thatch gently pushed you towards the group, following immediately behind you. He kept his hand on your back even after you stopped walking. For some reason, the thought popped into your head that you wouldn’t be able to run away with him right behind you blocking your path. But you quickly dismissed it - they were going to help you, not hurt you. You didn’t need to run anywhere.

“I think I have to leave the island,” you said, addressing the Brothers.

Unsurprisingly, they just grunted. In unison. One of the quirks you would miss about them. Oldest, who had already started drinking, set his mug on the bar top. As the designated talker, he expressed what they had all been talking about. 

“Go with the pirates, girl. They’ll help ya.” Thatch had already come to the same conclusion, but it felt different hearing it from Oldest. Things were moving too quickly - you didn’t know how to slow everything down so you could process. You just wanted everything to stop for five minutes so you could gather yourself. You felt like you were in a frenzy and that  decisions were being taken out of your control. But even so you weren’t sure if you’d get another opportunity like this one - and you couldn’t end up back on that Marine ship. 

“Go git yer stuff, they’re leaving soon,” Oldest said, jerking his thumb towards the apartment. Even though you thought you were all cried out, fresh tears sprang to your eyes. You had grown attached to the Brothers - the first people in a long time to show you kindness. They had fed, clothed, and housed you at your absolute lowest. They never asked you any questions or made you feel uncomfortable. They treated you like you were a normal person, not someone to be used and discarded. They really were like older brothers who were looking out for you.

“O-ok” you stuttered slightly. You turned around and started walking to the entrance to the upstairs apartment. You heard Ace say “wait, hold up,” and come up behind you. You didn’t seem him reach out to touch the back of your arm lightly to get your attention. It made you flinch and yank your arm forward. “I’ll help you get your things, keep you company” he said, beaming a radiant smile at you. 

Ace’s POV

See, this is one of the reasons why he liked his siblings so much. They were all on the same wavelength. He didn’t need to tell them in words that you belonged with them on the ship. Thatch had obviously drawn you into the same conclusion and gotten you to agree. Now that you were getting used to the idea of joining them, all they had to do was get you off the island before you could second guess yourself. Then they could take as long as they needed to help you acclimate - after all, you wouldn’t be going anywhere. They could keep you - safe, protected, and far away from whatever had hurt you.

He needed to keep you close. He had been drawn to you since your very first interaction that morning - like a moth to a flame. You were absolutely gorgeous, but that’s not what he found irresistible about you. It was that you cared. You cared that he had slept in that garbage, you cared that he had a headache, you cared enough to let him into your apartment.

Which, by the way, was a total disappointment. He had spent some minutes looking for your panties and only came up with a single clean pair. He couldn’t take those since if you only had two, you’d surely miss the second pair. He’d used your shower, pleasuring himself to the thought of you naked in the same space. He thought that your shampoo would carry that incredible scent that he smelled on you - but everything you had was unscented. That vibrant, delicious smell was just you.

He knew he was getting attached quickly, but he didn’t care. He had spent a childhood of loneliness, yearning for someone to take care of him. Most people hated his guts for reasons beyond his control. But you - you cared about Ace because of your good nature and kind disposition. Marco had told him how you had tried to protect him - not sharing if he was present when they were looking for him.. You could love someone like him, which made you all the rarer.

He watched you gather your meager belongings into a small sack. You took out another long sleeved shirt, another pair of pants, and a scarf. You then started taking different tools out of a desk drawer and carefully wrapping them into the clothes. He wasn’t sure exactly what they were for, they looked like craft tools of some kind.

“Hey, what are those?”

“Hmm?” you said, picking up your head. You were immersed in your thoughts and he wanted to direct your attention back to the present. He loved talking with you and wanted to hear more of your voice. “Oh, these are circular cutters. Over here is a seam ripper, and my fabric scissors.”

“We have scissors on the Moby, you know. And besides, can’t you just y’know… fix everything?” he said, waving his hands in a magical-esque type of movement.

Despite everything that had happened, he was able to make you laugh, something he took pride in. “I mean, yeah, I can fix things,” you replied light heartedly.  “But these are my tools for making things. Before everything happened, I was a clothes maker. I can fix anything with my power but it doesn’t work on things that haven’t been created or made yet, if that makes sense. I’ve been spending the money I earn on buying tools like these. I was hoping to get back to making clothes.”

He sat back on his heels, thinking more about what you said. Everything about you was so valuable and useful. Every time you told him another personal detail he felt himself more invested in protecting you. And, he really hadn’t been kidding about the pipes. Another benefit to having you on the Moby would be that he never had to go into another crawlspace to repair a leaky pipe. You could bring so much to any crew, he was glad you were coming to his. Oyaji would love you too, he was sure of it.

It only took you a few more minutes to gather all your belongings. You took one last look around the apartment, scanning for anything you might have missed. Ace walked up next to you, threw his arm over your shoulders and said “I think that’s everything. Let’s hit it.” He noticed you still flinched when he touched you - but he’d gentled animals before and he couldn’t imagine you’d be much different.

[amphibimations]

okay so idk how much people have already told you but anime boy Heathcliff seems to be in that 3-year timeframe in Wuthering Heights where he disappears to become rich and he stole some hair coupons to make his hair look nice for when he sees Cathy again. Unfortunately the coupons belonged to a high-ranking member of one of the biggest gangs in the world so he got the shit beat out of him. He's fine now though. He also has parallels with anime girl Ishmael which is interesting because she had parallels with Captain Ahab who had a thing about obsession... also anime girl Don Quixote had the idea to go track down Santa and steal his clothes and Heathcliff went along with it (they did not succeed)

Yeah!! I’ve had a few people tell me about that 3 year theory i think thats very interesting!! It makes a lot of sense for them to use that time frame because literally the book just goes ‘idk what he was doing for those 3 years, it could be anything!!!’. Perfect opportunity to add their own anime heathcliff story in there. And after heathcliff gets back from being away for 3 years he just starts getting more and more evil so it would be harder to use him as a protagonist at that point.

Ive never read moby dick but just from the vague things i know about it, yeah the whole obsession thing sounds like a really cool parallel to make… :0

Its fun that even just by hearing broad details about anime heathcliff’s story i can see the connections they’re making to the book, like people helping him look nice for cathy. I wonder if they’re going to have an anime nelly dean when it gets to heathcliff’s chapter…

ALSO YEAH… SOMEONE ELSE ALSO TOLD ME ABOUT THE SANTA THING … APPARENTLY THEY WERE GOING TO GET HYDRAULIC PRESSED INTO CHRISTMAS PRESENTS?!?!??!??????? THATS THE FUNNIEST THING I HAVE EVER HEARD IN MY LIFE…

[algumaideia]

Chapter 3 was easier to understand.

Used the oxford dictionary this time for some words. I approve the use of rooks, but not the use of trod, it felt unnecessary considering the definition I got.

Basically paragraphs of how bad the inn looks. Then supper yay!!! But the inn is full só Ishmael will have to sleep with another man. A paragraph about how no man likes to sleep with another for some secret reason. What a mystery.

We discover Ishmael will sleep with a man who has "dark completions".

Completed unrelated, Ishmael has some weird feeling about this guy he will sleep with.

Bunch of seamen come to the inn and there is some talks. And wow a guy caught Ishmael's attention and they will sleep in the same bed later (this part kind of reminded me of grande sertão veredas)

Ishmael decided to not sleep with the guy but then he sleeps on a place that is too uncomfortable and changes his mind. He calls the landlord (who I think is a weirdo) and they talk about how the harpooner (black guy) is trying to sell his head. I got confused at this part.

It is late and harpooner won't appear só Ishmael will have an entire bed for him. Except the harpooner appears and it is a whole thing.

Following narration is basically: God tattoos he is a cannibal. I guess people of all colors can be human beings. I'm peeing on my pants. Landlord!!! Some accent and well I guess I'll sleep with the carnival he looks decent.

The way the landlord just appears out of nowhere is funny and why is Ishmael shouting there are other people there trying to sleep.

[art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament]

Behold, a bracket!

Text form below the cut because trying to copy all the 256 into the alt text sounded.... horrifying. Warning for 128 matchups, seriously, this list is long, and so I've avoided adding the artists until the polls.

a note: the pinned post has started misbehaving, so only open polls will be directly linked. closed polls instead have the results page linked in the set header, all the polls are linked from there

Set 1

The Lament for Icarus (Miao He) vs The Lament for Icarus (Herbert Draper)

The angel came to me in a fever hallucination, perched upon my bed as I returned from the bathroom. vs Sweet Brown Snail

Figures vs A Philosopher Lecturing on the Orrery

Happy Shoppers vs Hubble Deep Field

Lovers Painting vs Bath Curtain

Dr. Helen Taussig vs Une Martyre

Orangoutang étranglant un sauvage de Bornéo (Orangutan strangling a Borneo savage) vs Can’t Help Myself

Rape vs Technicolor Hiroshima

Set 2

A Walk at Dusk vs Based on “Autoportrait with the Model” by Maria-Rayevska Ivanova

Diary Page vs Les Jours Gigantesques (The Titanic Days)

Dead of Night vs You Won't

Christina's World vs Bobby

Untitled (I’m Turning Into A Specter Before Your Very Eyes And I’m Going To Haunt You) vs Two Sisters (On the Terrace)

Sharecropper vs Lustmord

The Parca and the Angel of Death vs Untitled (Zdzisław Beksiński)

Stress vs The Fallen Angel

Set 3

Device to Root Out Evil vs Travelling Light

Diana vs Fifty Days at Iliam: The Fire that Consumes All before It

The Plains, from Memory vs Exotic Bodies

Doubting Thomas vs Self-Portrait in the Bathroom Mirror

Empty Nest vs Somebody Fell From Aloft

Anguish vs If I Died

Cat in Obsolete Bath vs You're Not Boring Anymore

Salvator Mundi (Savior of the World) vs Untitled (billboard of an empty unmade bed)

Set 4

There Will Be No Miracles Here vs Symphony of the Sixth Blast Furnace

Fox Hunt vs Tarpaulin

Khajuraho Group of Monuments vs Ranakpur Jain Temple

ปราสาทสัจธรรม (The Sanctuary of Truth) vs Grande Panorama de Lisboa

Heroic Head of Pierre de Wissant, One of the Burghers of Calais vs The Weather

The Daughters of Edward Darley Boit vs If this is art

Statue of Vincent and Theo van Gogh vs Jeanne d’Arc écoutant les voix (Joan of Arc listening to the Voices)

Fountain vs Judith Slaying Holofernes

Set 5

Cueva de las Manos (Cave of Hands) vs Cave of El Castillo

Chauvet Cave Bear vs Uffington White Horse

Laocoön and His Sons vs Winged Victory of Samothrace

Crouching Aphrodite vs Statue of Taweret

Guardian Figure vs Kūya-Shonin (Saint Kuya)

Ancient Greek doll vs Arena #7 (Bears)

Enbu (炎舞) (Dancing in the Flames) vs Yearning Shadows

Belfast to Byzantium vs Freedom

Set 6

The Kama Sutra of Vatsyayan vs Portraits

The Blood Mirror vs Nighthawks

Electric Fan (Feel it Motherfuckers): Only Unclaimed Item from the Stephen Earabino Estate vs "Untitled" (Portrait of Ross in L.A.)

Lady Agnew of Lochnaw vs Forgotten Dreams

Saint Bride vs Pixeles (a group of 9 works)

War Pieta vs The Sunset

The Handmaidens of Sivawara Preparing the Sacred Bull at Tanjore for a Festival vs Ajax and Cassandra

Nāve (Death) vs Abstraction

Set 7

Yes vs Meeting on the Turret Stair

Hacked to Death II vs Stańczyk

Closeness Lines Over Time vs Voice of Fire

The Maple Trees at Mama, the Tekona Shrine and Tsugihashi Bridge vs Portrait of Sir Thomas More

Survival Series: In a Dream You Saw a Way vs Takiyasha the Witch and the Skeleton Spectre

Death blowing bubbles vs The Kitchen Table Series

Painting 1946 vs In the Grip of Winter

Untitled (Black and Gray) vs NAMES Project AIDS Memorial Quilt

Set 8

Blue Plate Special vs Red Cedar

Palace of Fine Arts vs Mosque–Cathedral of Córdoba

Le Château des Pyrénées (The Castle of the Pyrenees) vs Susanna and the Elders, Restored - X-Ray

Moby Dick vs Viva la Vida, Watermelons

Venus Envy Chapter One (Of the First Holy Communion Moments Before the End) vs how to look at art

St. Sebastian vs Untitled #12

Carroña vs The invincible one

Untitled (Two Dogs) vs The Dog

SECOND HALF

Set 9

David (Donatello) vs David (Michelangelo)

The Other Side vs The Temptation of St. Jerome

Seated Woman with Bent Knees vs Starry Night

Headdress - Shadae vs Untitled for the Image Flow's Queer Conscience exhibit

Woman with Dead Child (Frau mit totem Kind) vs Les Amants (The Lovers)

Siroče na majčinom grobu (Orphan on Mother's Grave) vs You Make My World a Better Place to Find

Fighting Against SARS Memorial Architectural Scene (弘揚抗疫精神建築景觀) vs Fallingwater

Resting vs The Hull

Set 10

Olive Trees vs Worship

Glow vs Wheatfield with Crows

Study after Velázquez's Portrait of Pope Innocent X vs Untitled (He Plays Very Badly)

D.I.Y. by John Wiswell vs The Tragedy

Judith and the Head of Holofernes vs Beethovenfries (Beethoven Frieze)

The Memory of Me (How Could I Forget) vs oh god i had a really big epiphany about love and personhood but i’m too drunk for words

I am happy because everyone loves me vs 瀕危形態 (Endangered Forms)

Three Scaffolders vs Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan

Set 11

San Giorgio Maggiore at Dusk vs Water-Lilies, Reflection of a Weeping Willow

The Grief of the Pasha vs Monolith in Vigeland Sculpture Park

Passion vs Space Diner

Hamlet and Ophelia vs Two Earthlings

Ellen Terry as Lady Macbeth vs Seer Bonnets

Photograph from "SNAP OSAKA" Collection vs Clytemnestra after the Murder

“Untitled” (Perfect Lovers) vs The Lovers (TIE)

Kedai Ubat Jenun vs Orange Store Front

Set 12

The Apotheosis of War vs Portrait of the Dancer Aleksandr Sakharov

Julie Manet vs Mouth

The Icebergs vs Kaleidoscope Cats III

Maman vs Caza Nocturna (Night Hunt)

The Book of Kells Folio 188r: Luke carpet page vs Ardagh Chalice

Yusuf and Zulaikha vs Dome of the Rock mosaics

Rowan Leaves and Hole vs Untitled (prisonhannibal)

Le Désespéré (The Desperate Man) vs The Dedication

Set 13

Deimos vs Dog and Bridge

The Mocking of Christ vs Prudence

The Broken Column vs Siberian Ice Maiden shoulder tattoo

Transi de René de Chalon (Cadaver Tomb of René of Chalon) vs Head of Christ

The Day vs Spirit of Haida Gwaii

Eleanor Boathouse at Park 571 vs Jatiya Sangsad Bhaban জাতীয় সংসদ ভবন (National Parliament House)

Juventud de Baco (Bacchus Youth) vs Barges on the Seine

Oath of the Horattii closeup vs Visit hos Excentrisk Dam (Visit to an eccentric lady)

Set 14

Christ Crucified (With Donor) vs St. Francis

Thunder Raining Poison vs Piazza d'Italia

The Grove vs Among the Waves

Pintura Mural de Alarcón vs Sagrada Família stained-glass windows

Noonday Heat vs La Dame à la licorne (The Lady and The Unicorn)

Matroser i Gröna Lund (Sailors in Gröna Lund) vs Gielda Plakatu

Reply of the Zaporozhian Cossacks vs The Garden of Earthly Delights

Kuoleman puutarha (The Garden of Death) vs Haavoittunut enkeli (The Wounded Angel)

Set 15

i've wasted a lifetime pretending to be me vs da oracle

minus #37 vs Panel from Fun Home

Excerpt from illustrated edition of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner vs La Mort de Marat (The Death of Marat)

The Veil vs Düsseldorf 4 (Museum Kunst Palast)

Capriccio vs Zodiac calendar for La Plume

The official imperial portrait of empress dowager Cixi vs José y Maria

Blooming Lilacs vs Lágrimas De Sangre (Tears of Blood)

An Interlude vs Boy Staring at an Apparition

Set 16

Mermer Waiskeder: Stories of the Moving Tide vs The Gran Hotel Ciudad de México Art Nouveau interior

Unfinished Painting vs To Arms!

Memorial to a Marriage vs The Island

Dropping a Han Dynasty Urn vs A Few Small Nips

Saturn Devouring His Son vs Guernica

Fairy Princesses vs Lamentation over the Dead Christ

Mummy with An Inserted Panel Portrait of a Youth vs Little Girl Looking Downstairs at Christmas Party

Agnus vs The Cup Of His Murders Is Flowing Over And In His Coat Shall Be Many Curses

[intj-greenwords]

Abominable are the tumblers into which he pours his poison.

Keep safe you guys!

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technically posted this to the comic site last week but oops! executive dysfunction

reminder that i am raising money for @fahedshehab-new’s family! i am selling Moby Dick prints and old copies of my queer post apocalyptic comic to raise money for him and his family in Ghazzah. please consider buying some art or donating to them directly!

anyway. chapter 3 of Moby Dick: or, the Webcomic coming soon (within this month). I actually have 5 pages Complete presently, and another 7 in progress. I am holding myself to this. I am sorry for the long wait. thank you for being patient with me.

also, for who have been keeping up with some of my goings on may already know I have been long working on a fic I’ve lovingly and uncreatively referred to as “Good AU,” a Starbuck/Ahab centric fic exploring the possibility of Starbuck successfully convincing Ahab to abandon the chase, and thus saving the ship. I just last week!!!!!! posted the final chapter. You can read the whole thing on ao3, called “The Chase, Unraveled.” Obviously, it does include spoilers for the true/canon ending events of this book, so if that’s somehow something you’ve managed to avoid, since it is a 170 year old book, and would like to continue avoiding, maybe skip it for now.

anyway. thanks for reading. we will return shortly.