#nomad jellyfish

[hebrewbyinbal]

Sticking with this weekends Israeli Beach Themed lessons 🪼🪼

Israel's coastal waters, especially those of the Mediterranean Sea, are home to a fascinating array of marine life, including the intriguing and often misunderstood jellyfish.

These gelatinous creatures, known for their ethereal beauty and sometimes painful stings, are a common sight during the warmer months.

The most frequently encountered species along Israeli shores is the Rhopilema nomadica, or nomad jellyfish, which has been making its presence felt with increasing frequency in recent years.

Jellyfish in Israel are not just a marine curiosity but also a subject of scientific study and environmental concern.

The influx of jellyfish, particularly during their blooming periods, can have significant impacts on local ecosystems and human activities.

For instance, large swarms of jellyfish can affect fishing, tourism, and even the operation of desalination plants, which are vital for Israel's water supply.

Despite the challenges they pose, jellyfish also play an essential role in marine ecosystems.

They serve as both predators and prey, helping to maintain the balance of oceanic life.

Additionally, their presence can indicate changes in marine environments, often linked to factors such as climate change, overfishing, and pollution.

For beachgoers in Israel, it's important to be aware of jellyfish during the summer months.

While their stings can be painful, they are rarely dangerous.

If you do get stung, the recommended first aid includes rinsing the area with vinegar or seawater, avoiding fresh water, and removing any tentacles with a pair of tweezers.

In recent years, Israel has taken steps to monitor and manage jellyfish populations.

Collaborative efforts between marine biologists, environmental organizations, and governmental agencies aim to better understand jellyfish behavior and mitigate their impact on human activities.

Whether you view them with awe or caution, jellyfish are an integral part of Israel's marine landscape, reminding us of the delicate balance that sustains our oceans and the ongoing need for environmental stewardship.

[jackiehadel1]

COCOA BEACH, FLORIDA STREET ART: EMERALD STAR 🪼 by IAN SODEN

20aug23

[jellyfishvibes]

I've been bullied into making Linked au oc's

In my head his name is just 'Traveler' because he has somehow weaselled his way out of telling anyone anything about him

Time is really unsettled by him and cant figure out why (its cause he's worn his face before and didn't like what it did to him)

His end point would be somehow becoming the Fierce Deity's Mask

[blueskittlesart]

what do you think about zora design? about past and current designs? how would you change it? actually!!! what are the zora (and other races) like in your sword of fate au???

got distracted by the second question. look at my little guys:

these are some of the current (working) designs!! from left to right it's sheikah, zora, hylian, goron, and gerudo! these aren't necessarily the average builds/designs for each race but they're the most important character from each race lol. sword of fate takes place really early-on in the timeline, so the culture and separation of races is still kind of loose especially among the humanoid races. the current generation of zora is basically the first generation to call themselves zora and attempt to establish a government or hold any authority alongside the other races of hyrule, and because they're kind of a young race i imagine they're less fishy and more invertebrate-like in this stage, hence my jellyfish princess! (her dad is a giant squid lol.) the sheikah are descendants of the original surface humans, whereas the hylians and gerudo are two seperate sects that both originally came from skyloft. the hylians built a few villages which each have their own distinct vibe while the gerudo took a more nomadic approach and roam the desert in small independently governed groups. The gorons are the most well-established race at this point, having been on the surface a lot longer than basically everyone else, and so they have a much stronger culture and shared identity than a lot of the other races that are still kind of getting their footing.

[y11irfilm]

violet – chapter 4

qimir x f!reader | chapter 1, chapter 2 & chapter 3

summary: she had no direction. a nomad who didn't choose a side. but when a vision makes her save people, she has to face her mind in the worst way possible: on a planet made of water with the man who reminds her of her past.

content: pov qimir, reader has a nickname, mention of deaths, power bond, a kind of “chosen one”, dark past, sexual tension, dark confessions, romantic feelings developing, kisses | wc: 2300+

notes: hello, another chapter of “light and darkness” (and penultimate chapter) that has now turned only violet because i wanted to change the look and it also made more sense to this name. this time, the vision will be totally the first person of the qimir, which was a mission for me but i loved doing it. i made this vision thinking totally of the feelings of a bad guy who just wanted an acolyte but found a feeling that for me should be a mess for them. — english is not my first language!

It was barely dawn when I found her on the beach.

She was wearing her nightdress, her hair was tied up and her feet were stuck in the sand.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing was irregular and her saber was in her hands. I heard her take a deep breath and let it out, her mouth gazing for seconds at the saber. She began to move the saber in slow steps, without turning it on yet.

I'd known about her ability since the forest planet case, but watching how controlled and precise her movements were, my choice was certain.

I crossed my arms over my chest, allowing myself to continue watching her until she realized my presence, which I found difficult at the moment.

She made her movements faster and faster, walking along the beach, marking her presence in the fight and sinking her feet firmly into the sand. I could feel the confusion in her mind from last night's events. She took it out on each blow in the air. She was conflicted. I let a smile appear on my face, she was becoming more connected to her power every day and allowing herself to feel her true feelings about everything around her. That was what I wanted most, the power of the two of us together against the galaxy. Desire grew in my body.

I took a step forward, then froze. I could no longer move my body anywhere. I looked up again to see if she was all right, but she was more than all right. Her left hand was raised towards me and her eyes were still closed. She was using the Force to stop me.

"Hey, jellyfish, open your eyes. It's no fun arresting someone who's not in the fight."

Its eyes slowly opened. Red. They were a blood-red shade that surprised him. How? I not only knew, but sensed that she wasn't on the dark side yet, just small steps away from a doubt I'd planted in her head a few weeks ago. Was her father as bad as he said? After watching for a few seconds, I saw them return to the dark brown I had been watching for so long.

I felt my pressure return to my body as she lowered her hand, so I began to walk until I was a few steps away from her body. I watched as her head slowly turned to the side and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Jellyfish?"

I smiled. "You seem innocent to look at, but you have dangerous tentacles. Or I may have seen you draw one of them in the sand while on one of my walks."

"It was my father's favorite sea animal. He swam with them, felt a strong connection and taught me to love them as if they were my sisters." I could feel the good taste of recalling childhood memories, she seemed at peace. "They used to call me Medusa. I miss them." I tried to find words to continue the conversation, but my thoughts were muddled. With each new piece of her past life, I become a man desperate for more and more.

"I'm going swimming."

I heard his words in the back of my mind while still stuck in the same conflicting thoughts. When I turned my head to look at her, I knew she was shining like a fucking star. I didn't remember feeling my heartbeat like that. I felt my feet take over, water getting into my clothes and my arms moving through the water towards her. I watched her sink for a few seconds and raise her body to the surface again, her eyes going towards me with a smile lighting up her face. She turned her body towards the ocean trail, moving her arms to either side and swimming away again.

"Hold on, wait a minute." I tried to keep up with her, but her nickname was true, she was a jellyfish. Medusa was born to be swimming in the ocean. I could hear her let out a few muffled laughs over the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks near the shore.

She was several meters away from me, stopping and turning her body towards me, making me stop. "Too slow for a person who lives on a planet covered in water, I'm disappointed." I couldn't remember when a smile appeared on my lips, but she noticed. "It's beautiful, it's kind. It's you." I didn't need to think to know what that meant for her. "It's a gigantic wall inside your mind, let the dark king rest for a while." Medusa slowly swam towards me and stopped a good distance away, I could feel her gaze piercing the wall. I waited for her next move, trying to anticipate and prepare my reactions. I felt drops of water splashing onto my face. She had moved her hand and splashed water on my face. Letting out a big laugh at knowing that I really wasn't expecting it.

Medusa began to walk away again, waiting for my footsteps. I just knew I had to bring her to me. I moved my arms to start swimming towards her, watched her raise her head a little and let the big laughs come out of her throat as she ran away from me. It was a beautiful sound that I wanted to hear more often.

Thoughts of a plan were emerging in my mind, and I automatically began to put it into practice. I sank into the water, using my control to avoid being found. I moved my arms quickly towards the aura I felt of jellyfish. On the count of three, I submerged back to the surface, placing my hands on his hips and pulling him to my body. "Gotcha."

Sun star. That's how I could describe his smile at that moment. "Congratulations, king." I felt a tightening in my chest. She moved her hand to one of the loose ends of my hair and tucked it behind my left ear. I felt her fingertips lightly touch my face before her hand fell back into the water. It was like a hot day, my body was burning.

The tightness in my chest continued until it was unbearable. I put one of my hands next to my chest, leaving the fabric of the robe untouched. Then I saw his irises paint a new art, but it wasn't what I had expected to see before. A violet was filling the irises of her eyes, while her smile was lighting up my heart. With one hand still on her hip, I pulled her closer, diving into her eyes.

"Why purple?" I murmured to the ocean.

She knew exactly what I was asking. "As a child, I remember hearing from the Jedi that blue represented hope and hope was them. Red was the blood of one corrupted to the steps of the dark side." Medusa slowly raised her arms, placing them on either side of my neck. The hairs on my body stood on end. I felt conflicted again. "Purple is just the combination of them. A person who lives on both sides. That's me." She murmured the words in my ear, feeling her nose move from my ear to my cheek and her lips deposit a seal on it.

My eyebrows furrowed. "When did you find out?" I saw her smile slowly disappear, replaced by a look lost in painful memories.

"When he killed her. When, when... When I saw him spit out his own blood the countless times I let the knife be plunged into his chest."

"I took his body in my arms and carried it to the ocean, swimming to them." Medusa closed her eyes for a few seconds and opened them again. The violet was still alive in her irises. "I did what my mother asked, I loved him until the last second. I let him die the way he always wanted to, alongside the countless medusozoa.

I let my hand rest on one of her cheeks, my thumb caressing her skin. I felt a wave pass us and continue with full force to the shore, I turned my face and watched the change in the sea. Medusa was controlling it. Looking at her again, she wasn't noticing her own change, living by recalling her melancholy memories.

I plunged back into her violet eyes, then to her eyebrows, her thin, upturned nose, the rosy apples of her cheeks and finally, her lips. Desire ignited every part of my body. I looked at her, letting my eyes linger on her lips. I longed to kiss her. No, my soul cried out to take her for myself. An animal was born in my chest, ready to take over every cell of her body.

Violet. She looked like a fucking goddess with those piercing eyes, trembling and alive.

"Medusa."

"Qimir."

The weeks of sharing moments in the cave. I opened my eyes as the days dawned, and she was my first sight. Her walks around the planet and my eyes following her as if they needed that to breathe in peace. Preparing food for us to eat in the silence of the ocean, while our gazes met, I couldn't keep the corner of my mouth from twitching into a half-smile as I noticed her trying to look away from the food. Sleepless nights I couldn't help but stare at her contemplating the tranquillity of the darkness, her dark brown eyes illuminating the cave sky with such admiration. "Home, yeah, it reminds me of there." Her words came out like a breath in the air, her gaze continuing upwards, seeming to be talking to someone. I knew who it was. Watching him train on the sandy beach, his feet wet from the water on the shore and his eyes focused on each blow in the air. I could feel his anger draining away in his blows.

Confused feelings. She turns me into a different man every day. A different one that frightened me. I shouldn't be confused, I knew every moment that made her the way she is, but they're moments that haven't made her even ten percent the way she is. I shouldn't be wishing for something like this, I shouldn't be feeling this way about her. But in our gazes, I didn't care about any feelings that were emerging. I just wanted her to look at me more and more.

"What's stopping you?" When she came so close to my face?

"It's going to destroy us, like your parents. We shouldn't be involved in this." I felt a wave form and hit us hard before continuing on to the rocks.

"For the guy who was going to make a massacre, that sounds funny coming out of your mouth." She wrapped her arms around my body, resting her chin on my left shoulder. Whispering into my shoulder: "A man once said that fear is a powerful emotion, when you allow yourself to feel it." I felt his face rise again and come within inches of my face. His violet eyes became my undoing. "You become free."

Those three significant words in their lives came out in one last breath of air from her. My hand went up to her face, my thumb sliding over her lips in immense devotion. My hand moved to her neck, pulling sharply and pressing my lips to hers. A guttural moan escaped my throat as I felt her hand move up to my neck, wrapping around a few locks of my hair and pulling them without any affection. My hand went down to her waist and squeezed the flesh with fervor. Running my tongue across the roof of my mouth as I devoured the tiny sounds emanating from her. The waves began to follow us each in a few seconds with their superhuman strength, but they seemed tiny for what we were feeling at the moment. I felt her other hand wrap around one side of my face, pressing my fingers together. Then I saw it.

Flashes of her running in my arms until she was in the sea, my eyes not leaving her sleeping face. She heard my voice, but couldn't understand the words. I felt a great anguish in my chest, growing with each flash in my mind. Until everything stopped and I was with her again. I abruptly moved a few centimeters away from her, still processing the images in my head.

"Qimir." She moved her hand to my face, but I swam back a few more centimeters. Regret grew in me as my eyes stopped on her hand raised in the air, watching the fingers slowly close and the hand fall back into the water. I stared into her eyes for a few more seconds before turning around and swimming to the shore. I felt her gaze pierce my back as I walked away from the beach, but I held back the urge to turn and look at her again.

I felt his presence next to my bed, lying down and his gaze piercing my back, but I didn't give up. Every second I thought about the torture of ignoring her presence, I remembered the flashes and the anguish in my chest screamed for help. I could feel her doubt growing every second in the few centimeters our bodies were apart.

Her fingers touched my upper arm and the hairs on my body stood on end at the touch. "Qimir." Her breathy voice brought me an ache I hadn't felt in decades. She moved a few centimeters closer until she was leaning her face against my back. It was unbearable to be with her and not be able to glimpse her illuminated eyes. "I can't breathe in peace with you like this." Her face pressed tightly together. "Please."

I couldn't anymore.

My body turning towards her, wrapping my arms around her and squeezing her body to mine. I didn't care about anything else at that moment, just having them in my arms. I would prevent that vision, no matter what I did.

[pleistocene-pride]

The tiger shark is a species of ground shark, and the only extant member of the genus Galeocerdo and family Galeocerdonidae. It is a highly nomadic species which inhabits tropical and subtropical waters world wide up to 3,000ft (900m) in depth, and is often found in coastal waters with particular abundance in the gulf of mexico, Caribbean sea, Indian ocean, and western pacific. Tiger sharks are often call the garbage cans of the sea and have reputation for eating almost anything. As such there diet is wide and heavily varied an is known to regularly include: small fish, jellyfish, crustaceans, cephalopods and other mollusks, rays, skates, sawfish, sea birds, sea snakes, sea turtles, other sharks, dolphins, seals, sea lions, dugongs, manatees, crocodilians, porpoises, and sick or injured whales. When near islands or coastlines they have been known to eat sheep, goats, dogs, pigs, rats, horses, deer, cattle, cats, camels, monkeys, inland birds, bats, lizards and  inedible objects, such as license plates, cans, tires, books, boat oars, soccerballs and baseball bats. Tiger sharks are themselves occasionally preyed upon by orcas, great whites, and saltwater crocodiles. The tiger shark commonly reaches 10.5-14ft (3.2 -4.26m) in length and 385- 1400lbs (175 – 635kg) in weight, with the largest recorded reaching 18ft (5.5m) long and 3360lbs (1525kg). This ranks the tiger shark amongst the largest extant sharks on earth only being surpassed by the whale, basking, great white, pacific sleeper, Greenland, and blunt nosed sixgill sharks. They have a broad snout and stocky body with proportionally large fins and a long upper tail. Tiger shark teeth are unique with very sharp, pronounced serrations and an unmistakable sideways-pointing tip. Such dentition has developed to slice through flesh, bone, and other tough substances such as turtle shells. In the northern hemisphere the mating season takes place from march to may and the southern hemisphere from November to January, with males breeding every year while females breed once every 3 years. After a year long pregnancy mother tiger sharks give birth to 10 to 80 pups. Under ideal conditions a tiger shark may live upwards of 12 years.

[dailycharacteroption]

Races Among the Stars 10: Kalo

The gas giant Bretheda, which is analogous to Jupiter in the real world, is called The Cradle due to it’s vast number of satellites. While many are uninhabited, some of which are actively hostile to life, an inordinate number of them actually harbor life both familiar and strange.

One such moon is Kalo-Mahoi, a watery moon with a frozen surface, and is clearly based on Europa, a moon of Jupiter that has long been a subject of speculation for possibly harboring life.

Kalo-Mahoi does harbor life, ranging from the microscopic to the very macro-scopic, including twenty-legged crustaceans, and tube worms big enough to ambush and devour creatures as big as whales, and so on.

The moon also harbors a sapient species in the form of the Kalo, who were first described as being akin to humanoid jellyfish in the Distant Worlds book (which served as the core inspiration for Starfinder back in the day), but are now more akin to alien deep-sea fishfolk, which honestly fits their art more.

Though they once were nomadic tribes that worshipped the linnorm children of Ragadahn and the fey eldest himself out of fear and respect, the kalo have long since take their homeworld for themselves, organizing and pushing the greedy and hungry dragons into the deepest ocean trenches, and with that, began cultivating a peace-loving society of art, science, and culture that nevertheless is willing to go to war when necessary to protect what they care about.

Kalo are humanoids with wing-like fins on their arms as well as having webbed flipper feet. Their bodies are covered in dark green scales, and their heads have decorative spines on the scalps, large, bioluminescent eyes used for long-range communication as well as sensory barbels around a mouth of needle-sharp teeth. Their skeletons are mostly cartilage, so while it is serviceable enough in the water, kalo tend to be a bit frail and tire easily when out of water, necessitating servo-equipped armor or augmentation to facilitate long-term overland travel. Speaking of which, kalo are entirely aquatic, and cannot breathe air, requiring respiratory equipment as well.

Despite its role in helping establish their freedom and control of their homeworld, most kalo abhor violence, seeing it as a last resort. As such, they have a complicated relationship with their own history, and many aspects of their culture have changed to reflect this shift in priority. Such things as sharkhunters and mantariders being terms now for their peacekeeping military, and deepspeakers changing from being the mouthpieces of the linnorms to being librarians and archivists.

In the place of warfare, however, art has taken it’s place, everything from sculpture to music to fashion, and even medium like calligraphy and painting thanks to the addition of air-filled sections of their cities which nestle near hydrothermal vents. Art is such a big part of their culture that kalo artists are rather famous throughout the Pact Worlds, with large followings. Furthermore, this artisanal bent also means that even practical kalo products are exquisite in design. All of this stemming from the ancient design philosophy that rose in the wake of their victory over the linnorms: No longer would the kalo hide themselves. They would be bright and flashy out in the open with no fear.

Kalo tend to be agile and introspective, but somewhat frail.

Their deep sea nature does inure them to the cold, however.

While somewhat slow on land, they are naturally also agile swimmers.

Their eyes are also quite sensitive to light, but they also possess accurate sonar senses to pinpoint targets even when their eyes fail them.

Adapted to hunt in the dark, kalo are quite stealthy in the water.

Naturally, as aquatic creatures they cannot breathe air.

The agility and stealth of the kalo makes them very desirable as operatives, especially for missions involving bodies of water. Meanwhile, ranged combatant classes will also benefit from their superiority in the water for keeping their distance, though their sluggishness on land can be a hinderance. Intuitive biohackers are also a good option here, as are mechanics for representing the many innovations of their people. Their wisdom and dexterity make mystic and precog the preferable casting classes for them, though they can be quite competent as witchwarpers and technomancers as well. Their artistic talents actually makes envoy a sleeper hit with them as well. Meanwhile, consider how the aquatic nature of the kalo affects their likely choices in equipment, particularly focusing on aquatic weaponry and those that grant the echo property for long-range tracking. The only real weakness of the kalo is their low con and starting hp, which makes nanocyte and vanguard hard sells, in addition to close-range builds of other classes. Even that can be worked around however.

That does it for today, but next time will be another surprising throwback to Golarion!

[luminous-jellyfish]

A Writeblr Intro (English Version)

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Hi, I'm Marlin! I've been lurking on tumblr and in its writing community for years but was always too shy to engage. Now I've finally decided to start sharing my own stuff (mainly to organize myself) and become active!

⫸ About Me ⫷

I go by Marlin (she/her), or on some platforms by luminous-jellyfish

mid 20s, queer

I write (mostly) in German, but post (mostly) in English

my favorite genre is fantasy, and all the different direction fantasy can go in, but I like trying my hand at genre mixing

my main blog where I reblog general stuff and fandom things and so on is @secondrealitytotheright

⫸ Current WIPs ⫷

I'm currently most actively working on a few different stories that all take place in the same world (though at slightly different points in time) that I've dubbed "leviathan world" in my notes - after the gigantic sea creatures that live in its deep oceans (and sometimes the sky, who can resist sky whales, seriously). I would probably call it a fantasy world with steampunk elements.

All of those stories feature queerness in different forms, and most of them include at least slight elements of what might be called body horror.

All of these stories are still operating under working titles and are in various, wildly differing draft stages. As always I have far too much planned in this world but these four are the stories I'm actually actively writing right now:

Seeds beneath our skin

Genre: Magical Academy Fantasy, Coming-of-age story

Setting: a group of islands and archipelagos near the equator, where the leviathans are generally both revered and feared as holy and powerful creatures connected to the spirit world

Short Summary: A young girl who grew up as a sea nomad joins the temple that has controlled religious practices throughout the islands for a hundred years. Against her will she becomes a key figure in the struggle for power and religious freedom that is about to grip the temple. To survive spirit possession, human intrigue and ideological differences she is forced to reconsider her identity and world view and define herself on her own terms.

Honey cakes and bloody satin

Genre: Steampunk Fantasy, (Cozy?) Mystery, Romance

Setting: a harbor city on the northern continent, famous for their leviathan hunters, where a technological revolution is happening as the blood of leviathans is turned into a powerful fuel

Short Summary: A journalist working for a revolutionary underground newspaper and a seamstress involved in the golem's rights movement are thrown together when a man dies right in front of their eyes. They must work together and solve the crime while also hiding everything happening from the Watch, to protect both of their secrets.

Short WIP Intro

Half the lights

Genre: High Fantasy Adventure, Romance

Setting: A city on the back of a leviathan, as well as the open skies, oceans and harbors frequented by smugglers, messengers and pirates

Short Summary: A wealthy, bookish young woman who dreams of investigating weather phenomenons escapes having to forge a psychic bond with the leviathan carrying her home city on its back. She stows away on a messenger ship and finds herself among a shady crew of smugglers. Eventually she gets herself involved in pirate adventures, a political revolution and a growing attraction to a headstrong fighter with a rigid code of honor and high ideals.

And surrendered the flesh

Genre: Science Fantasy

Setting: a big city in a sub-tropical climate, surrounded by jungles and plains that have been gripped by a powerful virus that contorts nature and all living things

Short Summary: A young girl from the country travels to the city to find her missing sister and gets involved with an organisation that strives to perfect the human body. An ambitious scientist fights to be recognised for her genius and to keep her past mistakes secret. An old woman is forced to join a struggle she has been hiding from for years and rediscover forgotten powers to try and save her grandchild. All three of them will shape the face of the city.

[celestiarambles]

since we’re sharing our cc hot takes now, here are more cc unpopular opinions

- I don’t know why Jars is such a popular ship, Lars is literally old enough to be Jack’s father. Besties, or maybe a father-son figure type of shit would be fine, but as lovers, it just seems weird. If Jack was a girl, maybe you’d see my point.

- Amy in S2 was NOT a pick me. She was a naive rookie that was learning. Even after White Peaks where she went through a lot of stuff, she still wasn’t a pick me. She had a lot of unresolved issues that time to work with. Without all of that character development she went through, we would never had the girlboss Amy in Season 6.

- Continuation of the last bullet, I don’t like it when fans compare Guiletta (hope i spelled her name right) and Amy’s sufferings to each other. Both had suffered a ton in their respective seasons, and it should be acknowledged as such, not compared.

- The Bureau handled the Nomad Case (Case 8, Death in the Desert) very poorly. As an international organization, they should’ve done research and/or a background check on the nomadic people they were interrogating so they know how to communicate with them and to avoid offending/being disrespectful to them.

- The filicide (killing of one’s child) should be talked about more in CC, like the fairytale one and the jellyfish one in Pacific Bay because they were so fucked up.

- The Conspiracy wasn’t the first season to challenge the black and white morality of the police department the player was in. (side-eyeing you TV Tropes) There are countless of cases wherein the player’s black and white morality is challenged, and players should acknowledge that since CC covers countless of murders, not everything is black and white. Not all killers are completely bad nor are the victims innocent.

[addictedtostorytelling]

Hi aj! Ive been rewatching gsr moments from csi Vegas and it just got me thinking about grissom and sara’s current relationships with the old members of the team. Brass is obviously there (love sara basically scolding him for not telling them about his condition in the beginning of the season) and they mention catherine often enough. There’s the fact that grissom and sara apparently are in california most of the time now, so it makes me wonder if they see nick now and then. And then there’s greg who I’ve always thought of as sara’s closest friend besides grissom. What do you think of their status now given that the show hasn’t really given us much?

hi, anon!

since the show doesn't really give us much information to go on besides the few implications that you mention, this issue is a matter of headcanon.

and i'll be honest with you: i don't really have a headcanon on this one.

the main reason why i don't is because the whole "grissom and sara ride off on a boat" ending is one that only comes about as a result the s13 divorce storyline, and the s13 divorce storyline is one i completely ignore in my own imaginings of the show, so i just haven't spent a lot of time thinking about the everyday ins-and-outs of the nautical lifestyle for grissom and sara.

i prefer to devote my brainpower to thinking up an au where the divorce never happened.

however, the other reason why i don't have a headcanon on this issue is because i don't really think the scenario lends itself to a happy outcome where "continued team contact" is concerned.

the reboot didn't actually specify that grissom and sara spend a lot of time in california—that's just where they happened to be at the time when they got called in on the hodges case.

while they may occasionally dock there, the impression i got was that they more often tend to move around, following the animals they're researching (like the jellyfish sara sends grissom to collect off the coast of panama in csi: vegas episode 01x01 "legacy").

and if it is the case that grissom and sara are truly "science nomads of the sea," then chances are they don't actually have a ton of contact with their friends.

the maximum distance for ship-to-shore calls is about 15-25 miles from shore, and cell service and wifi out at sea is often of poor quality/unreliable/prohibitively expensive, which means that unless they are close to the coast and/or in port, grissom and sara's options for making contact with their friends/family are likely fairly limited.

then, even when they are close to the coast and/or in port, logistics such as time zone differences, roaming charges, and the unpredictability of their travel schedule could further interfere with their communication with their old teammates.

it might be difficult for them to fit in more than a few facetime calls a year or an email or two every few months.

while nick lives in a coastal city (san diego) and might therefore be able to more easily meet up with grissom and sara when they sail his way, brass and presumably catherine are landlocked while living in vegas, as is greg living in chicago, so they might only very rarely get to catch up with grissom and sara in person.

personally, i don't much like the idea that the found family the team built during their 9+ years of working together completely dissolves once they all no longer are employed at the lab; however, any scenario where grissom and sara spend the majority of their time living on the open ocean seems to point toward that outcome.

hence, i just don't spend much time thinking in that direction.

i stay in my little au world, where team graveyard stays close for life, even after they start to move in different professional directions.

so.

all of the above said, if i have to bend my brain around the scenario canon presents us with, then i'm going to be stubborn about it.

and unrealistic.

i think sara—who already lost her bio family and isn't about to lose her found one, too—absolutely refuses to fall out of contact with catherine, nick, greg, and brass, seagoing lifestyle be damned.

she puts in the work and makes sure grissom does, too.

every time she and grissom dock somewhere, she's sending postcards and letters from both her and grissom by snail mail, firing off emails, making arrangements for phone calls—which she will stay up until ungodly hours to facilitate (depending on time zones).

she also arranges things so that she and grissom are in san diego no fewer than four times a year to see nick, and if she ever gets word that catherine or greg is attending a conference anywhere within 100 miles of a coastline, then she makes that place the ishmael's next port of call.

at least once a year—usually while the boat is being maintenanced—she and grissom make a trek inland. go on a "grand tour" for a couple of weeks at a time, visiting brass and catherine in vegas and greg in chicago, putting in quality "family time" while also running their "land errands" (like getting their driver's licenses and passports renewed, having their annual physicals and dental appointments, in her case completing continuing csi education certification courses, etc.).

she also will go out of her way to attend big events in her friends' lives—like when nick wins some big award from the city of san diego, she and grissom are there, front row, at the ceremony, cheering him on; and when greg graduates from his phd program, they show up to see him walk.

while grissom would perhaps be more naturally inclined to just let socialization fall by the wayside, she encourages him to make time to zoom with catherine and even—if you can believe it—keep up his correspondence with heather, and he (ultimately) is grateful that she does, because even though he tends toward reclusiveness, he does still love his people and realizes that staying in contact with them makes his life richer.

anyway.

it's not very realistic, given the actual logistics of their life, and neither is it very well thought-out, as, like i said, i don't spend a lot of time mentally inhabiting the post-s8 canon story world, but that's what i've got.

thanks for the question! please feel welcome to send another any time.

[myhauntedsalem]

Newfoundland’s Viking Ghost Ship

At the furthest remote northern tip of Newfoundland 1000 years ago, Vikings once the nomads of the North Atlantic, established a settlement.

This area is called L’Anse aux Meadows meaning “Jellyfish Cove.”

The local residents today make their living from fishing. They use small boats with hand lines to catch their fish. It is difficult backbreaking work.

In more recent years the area has also experienced an economic boom from summer tourism.

The Vikings were warriors just like their Gods. The term Viking is just a general name for Nordic speaking people who came from southern Scandinavia.

The Vikings were explorers that made their way west in the 11th century first to Iceland then to Greenland and finally to Newfoundland.

They had 3 goals. The first was to find new victims to raid– they attacked, plundered and departed quickly. They were successful in this endeavor for the most part because of the efficiency and speed of their ships and in part because of the sharp-iron weapons they used.

Along with these raids they were also looking for new trade partners and new places to settle.

A favorite tale that is told in L’Anse aux Meadows is about how a Viking ghost ship appears every 30 years. Sightings of this ship is considered to be a good omen or harbinger.

One mid August the local fishermen were celebrating for they had experienced a “good catch.” It was the best of the season. They had returned home with their boats full.

A lone fisherman stayed late into the evening gutting the fish he had caught. Suddenly outside his shack he heard a strange noise.

It sounded like paddles hitting the water in unison. These oars were making a loud splashing sound. At first, he didn’t see anything but he then heard the sound of a horn being blown.

He moved to the door and spotted a vessel moving toward the dock. It was odd in appearance–he had never seen anything like it before.

It was a long, narrow open boat with one central mast. It had a striped sail and on either side he saw oars dipping into the water quickly.

He watched confused as it came closer and closer and then just vanished. Word spread about what he had seen but no one knew where this vessel came from or where it had gone.

Several months after, the man discovered a drawing in a book that looked very similar to what he had seen. It was a drawing of a boat that had been used by the Vikings 1000 years before.

Thirty years after this initial sighting, two lazy young teens learned where an old fisherman had hidden his whiskey. One night they broke into his shed.

Just as they found his bottle they heard a loud noise coming from the water outside. They hesitated worried they were about to be discovered.

They heard the water splashing forcefully–it sounded like a large group of oars dipping into the water. They looked out a side window and saw a ship approaching.

They left immediately but once outside they stood transfixed by a strange sight. Before them was a long ship, it turned and headed toward where they stood. It then vanished.

They were so frightened by this time they left the whiskey behind as they fled the dock.

These two teens did not tell anyone what they had seen for a long time but eventually word spread about the strange ship they had seen in the harbor.

The locals realized these two young men had seen the same Viking ship on the same day as the sighting from 30 years before–August 15th. They felt the first time this ship had brought “good tidings.” Now they felt it had once more helped out–for it had saved the old fisherman’s whiskey.

This was not the last time this strange Viking ship was seen for 30 years later on August 15th the local fisherman returned with another bountiful catch.

One fisherman among this group decided to stay out in his boat a little longer–he felt he could catch even more fish. But as the sky clouded and the weather turned he decided to head for the safety of the harbor.

But his motor would not turn on. He checked the fuel and all the engine connections but everything seemed to be in order. Suddenly he heard a loud noise in the water.

It sounded like oars dipping into the water every 5 seconds. He looked in the direction of the sound and spotted a huge Viking ship bearing down on him.

This ship was on a collision course with his smaller vessel. At the last moment just when it seemed the ship would ram his boat he heard the sound of a horn blowing, it sounded like a battle call.

The Viking ship then vanished right in front of him. He stated later a strong sense of wellbeing overtook him. He went back inside his wheelhouse and the motor started immediately.

It is still a mystery why this ship appears every 30 years and on the same day but the locals don’t mind.

[kakusu-shipping]

Crush List

I use to have a crush list on my first pinned post but I ended up deleting it to save space and sense then have been pretty indecisive about bringing it back just because I didn't feel it was useful information and the concept was too broad and more and more excuses of the like.

Then my OCD got stuck in list mode so here we are anyway.

Long post under the cut, thankyou for your attention

Canon Crushes

Crushes that are canon to my Self-Insert's story (either I have a crush on them or they have a crush on me), some of which are also on the F/O list, but they're still in the crush phase to me <3

Katsuki Bakugo - My Hero Academia

Reedus Jonah - Fairy Tail

Usopp - One Piece

Makoto Katai - Komi Can't Communicate

Souichi Nishimura (Ironman) - Baka and Test

Junta Hayami - Romantic Killer

Kotaro Sato - Kotaro lives Alone

Franky Franklin - Spy X Family

Shiro Ashiya (Aciel) - The Devil is a Part-Timer

Shizuka Domeki - XXXHolic

Chieko - Princess Jellyfish

Masato Hanzawa - Sasaki and Miyano/Hirano and Kagiura

Baron Humbert von Gikkington - The Cat Returns

Arrietty Clock - The Secret World of Arrietty

Pearl - Steven Universe

Princess Celestia - My Little Pony; Friendship is Magic

The Beast - Over the Garden Wall

Ash's Sirfetch'd - Pokemon Anime

Guzma - Pokemon Masters

Doctor Mario - Super Mario

Metal Mario - Super Mario

Wardell - Animal Crossing

Spyke - Splatoon

CQ Cumber - Splatoon

Balan - Balan Wonderworld

Rayfa Padma Khura'in - Ace Attorney

Chara - Undertale

Flowey - Undertale

Gaster - Deltarune

Phineas Filch - Ace Attorney

Maugaloa Malosi - Overwatch

Luca Blight - Suikoden 2

Madeline - The Watchers (Novel)

Just can't be bother to make an S/I

For various reasons including; Already have too many S/Is for this media, There's a ship I like that already has the dynamic my S/I would have with them (including friend's self-ships), Haven't had a good S/I concept yet, etc.

Pantherlily - Fairy Tail

Taurus - Fairy Tail

Mayaya - Princess Jellyfish

Hilling - Ranking of Kings

Marco Pagot - Porco Rosso

Palo Barrrows - The Titan's Bride

Noppo - Drifting Home

Randall - Monsters University

Jasper - Steven Universe

Rose Quarts/Pink Diamond - Steven Universe

Padparadscha - Steven Universe

The Titan - The Owl House

Grime - Amphibia

Maddie Flour - Amphibia

King Andrias - Amphibia

Hugo Oak - Kipo and the age of the Wonderbeasts

Jamack - Kipo and the age of the Wonderbeasts

Black Hat -Villainous

Bobert - The Amazing World of Gumball

The Nomad - Nomad of Nowhere

Brock - Pokemon Anime

Cilan - Pokemon Anime

Ren - Pokemon Anime

Ingo and Emmet - Pokemon BW

Nanu - Pokemon SuMo

Mega Swampert - Pokemon

Regirock - Pokemon

Regice - Pokemon

Mega Lopunny - Pokemon

Dusknoir - Pokemon

Giritina - Pokemon

Blacephalon - Pokemon

Magnazone - Monster Mind

Bowser - Super Mario

Dimentio - Super Paper Mario

Grilby - Undertale

Damon Gant - Ace Attorney

Bobby Fulbright - Ace Attorney

Kisegawa - Ace Attorney

Junko Enoshima - Danganronpa

Chihiro Fujisaki - Danganronpa

The Ultimate Imposter - Danganronpa

Gundham Tanaka - Danganronpa

Winston - Overwatch

Mako Rutledge (Roadhog) - Overwatch

Akande Ogundimu (Doomfist) - Overwatch

Jean-Baptiste Augustin - Overwatch

Richmond - Suikoden 2

Don't know enough

Either a non-major character I got a little too attached to or Their source material is too small to inspire me or I literally haven't directly interacted with the media they are from

Lapointe - Fairy Tail

Sanji Vinsmoke - One Piece

Usopp - One Piece

Bartholomew Kuma - One Piece

Bepo - One Piece

Shiro Ashiya (Aciel) - The Devil is a Part-Timer

Kitsune - XXXHolic

Dream Seller - XXXHolic

Hiigari - I Realized I Am the Younger Brother of the Protagonist in a BL Game

Otori-San - I Like Otori-san!

Tomoki Inohara - Melt at Night

Satou Jun - Mimasaka-kun to Mayoeru Kobuta

Sayo Minoru - I need to suck blood tonight/Yabun ni Kyuuketsu Shitsurei Shimasu

Yuzuru Tachibana - Drifting Home

Metauro - Villainous

Caine - The Amazing Digital Circus

Data - Star Trek

Harvey Hornswoggle - Drawtectives

Animatronic - Drawtectives

Callagan - Pokemon the Power of Us

Pumpkinmon - Digimon

Noblepumpkinmon - Digimon

Tubba Blubba - Paper Mario

Ganon - Legend of Zelda

Agent 7 (Eight) - Splatoon OC

Nelly (Agent 8) - Friend Devin's Splatoon OC

Meta Knight- Kirby

Galacta Knight - Kirby

Morpho Knight - Kirby

Magalor - Kirby

Rouge - Sonic

Roche - Dokapon Kingdom

Gaster - Undertale

Light Field (Snake) - The Nonary Games

Shamura - Cult of the Lamb

Ralph - Detroit; Become Human

Jerry - Detroit; Become Human

Bloodhound - Apex

[maxident-xx]

giving niigo epithets (word powers basically) what do we think

Kanade - Record, Snow/Winter/anything winter-ish, Conductor, Remix, Clock, Pocketwatch, Piano, Patience

Mafuyu - Jellyfish, Fishtank, Marine, Puppet(eer?), Poem, Flood, Arrow, Bow, Archery, Mask

Ena - Express(ion), Abstract, Burst, Palate (also thought about track/search because of her hermit searcher card but eh)

Mizuki - Ribbon, Tangle(d), Illusion, Mist, Phantom

I still have no idea what an epithet is but um. mafuyu is the puppet so yeah. marionette for her would also be cool. Ena should also be nomad cause that sounds cool and kanade should be treble

[every-captain]

TFW you get woken up from your space-hibernation by space jellyfish.

Oc-Tober day 3! I'm a little late getting this posted cuz I had plans yesterday and only got this half done.

This is a character that I've only drawn one other time, but I know a lot about his race/species in my lil head. Their people are nomadic, and their bodies don't age while they're sleeping/hibernating. They will hibernate out in space or hitch a ride on ships to drift to other planets. However, when their body reaches a certain age, they have a strong compulsion to attempt to return to their home planet.

The only other time I've drawn this guy was for a transmasc sci fi zine! He's trans lol.

[Link to the original challenge post] OC-tober list by @brie-draws

[steffie-musings]

The Honour part 2

Hello everyone to my Wander over Yonder fan-fic. This story is based on my King Wander AU.

Wander over Yonder characters belong to Craig McCracken Story, character(s) belongs to me, Steffie

Sylvia and Wander were casually strolling through the small town, careful enough to make sure they didn't bump into anyone. As they passed the park to get to the nearest place to get food, the zbornak noticed that besides the giant stone statue of a star nomad (judging by the crown on the head, they were royalty) that was in the middle of the park, the park had been decorated with banners that had something written in a language she didn't understand. She noticed there were also orange and blue bouquets that were at the foot of the statue.

"Hey Wander, who is that?" Sylvia pondered out loud. No reply. She turned her head to glance at her friend. She frowned when she realized Wander still wore the sad expression he wore when they were traveling to Planet Nebula. The zbornak tapped her companion's shoulder a couple of times. The orange star nomad whipped his head up to face Sylvia, confusion spread across his face.

"Hey buddy, are you okay?" "I'm fine. Just thinking." "If ya say so, buddy…" "What were ya askin', Syl?" "I was asking about the statue. Who is that?" "Oh. That is--" before Wander could finish his sentence, a yellow star nomad walked up towards them. He wore a black top-hat, black vest, green bow-tie, black dress shoes with spats. Since he was of average height and a bit pudgy in the middle, his black moustache and yellow fur was the distinctive features, besides his infamous deeds.

"Howdy, Li'l Wan! Fancy meetin' ya here." the yellow star nomad grinned from ear to ear. He held his hand out for Wander to shake. Sylvia's eyes darted from Wander to this strange fellow. She became more alert when a grey star nomad approached the yellow one from behind. The grey star nomad had her blonde hair in a bob hairdo. She wore a blue polo-neck that had a white stripe in the middle. She wore black pants and brown boots that had darker brown toes and sole. She didn't appear to be a fighter, but she knew from experience that looks can be deceiving.

"Howdy, Mr. Slick. Didn't expect to see ya here. This is Sylvia, my traveling partner. Sylvia, this is Mr. Slick. He's a salesman." Wander shook the offered hand, yet his confusion was etched on his face. The grey star nomad decided to speak up. "Hello there. It's a pleasure to meet you." "Howdy, ma'am. Say Mr. Slick, who is this?" "Li'l Wan, Tough Miss, this is Dr. Alma. She's my traveling partner, doctor and my wife." "Wow, you're married? That's great. Are ya two on honeymoon, then?"

Dr. Alma frowned at Mr. Slick before she cleared her throat. Mr. Slick grinned sheepishly at her in response. "Actually, we are here for the …hm…event. You did receive that message every star nomad received, right?" "Well…" Wander avoided her gaze. Sylvia raised her brow when she noticed her friend's reaction. "You don't have a way to keep contact with your fellow star nomads?" "…No…" the orange star nomad suddenly found his shoes the most fascinating shoes in the entire world. "But, everyone was able to keep contact with everyone after the…you know. How come you're the only one that didn't?" the grey star nomad wondered out loud to herself.

Noticing how uncomfortable her friend appeared to be, Sylvia decided to help. "Who knows. Hey Wander, let's go and get some jellyfish pie." "Oh, yeah. Hate to cut this short, but we gotta go. Seeya." Wander waved them goodbye. The couple waved them goodbye, not finding anything odd at all.

After a couple more minutes of strolling, they finally found a deli/ bakery. It was a small shop that had its name "Sweet Upper Crest" written on the window from the inside.

"Welcome to Sweet Upper Crust." a low, feminine voice spoke the moment Sylvia and Wander entered the shop. Behind the counter stood a star nomad. Her fur was amaranth pink while her waist-length plaited hair was an Amaranth deep purple. She wore a Fuschia knee-length long-sleeve dress and a white apron. Although Sylvia couldn't see it, she wore antique ruby slip-on sneakers.

An expression of recognition appeared across Wander's face before he stood behind the counter, Syliva behind him to check out the menu and specials that was scribbled on the blackboard behind the counter. If Sylvia noticed it, she didn't mention it at all. "Howdy, ma'am." Wander grinned at the pink nomad happily, almost as she was a good friend of his. "Hello, there.", the lady responded, not phased. She had a double-take, "Say, if you don't mind me asking, do I know you from somewhere?"

To Sylvia's surprise, Wander's entire body went rigid for a moment. "Sorry Ma'am, I guess I simply look like someone you know." "Hmm. Well, you do look remarkably similar to him…oh well. Would you like to try today's specials? They're the Blorpberry pie, the Blopberry Swirl coconut milk ice-cream, Blorpberry waffles and the Blorpberry muffins." "Wow, they're my favourites! I'll like all of them, please." Wander bubbled happily. The lady blinked in surprise. "Wow, you even have the same tastes as him." "Say, do you have any jellyfish pie?" Sylvia's mouth watered as she imagined sinking her teeth into a slice. "Oh yes, we do. We also have different flavours of ice-cream, hoagies, biscuits, scones, doughnuts and other pie flavours." "Great. I'll have the jellyfish pie." "Interesting choice. Please wait a moment while I get your order ready. Please have a seat at the tables."

While Wander strolled to their table, Sylvia decided that it was the perfect time to get some questions answered. She cleared her throat to get the pink star nomad's attention. As soon as she was close enough, she whispered in the lady's ear. "Say, do you know why there's decorations in the park? Is today a holiday?" "Well, it is an anniversary of a tremendous event that happened years ago." "Oh?" "Today is the anniversary of the day our planet was destroyed by an asteroid." "Your planet was destroyed?" Sylvia echoed the words. Wait, could that be the reason why Wander was so down? It made sense…

"It also marks the anniversary of our king's death. We call today The Honor, in honor of our king's sacrifice to save us."

To be concluded…

[scariercnidaria]

whalefall dnd setting? please tell me more

OK HOLY SHIT. so im very autistic about the ocean and one of my hobbies is getting sad, watching fish documentaries and thinking about how i would stat up a fucking nudibranch or a portuguese man o war as a dnd enemy. which is kind of where the idea for the setting spawned for

right now im calling the setting #benthopelagia, this is the same as the tag i use for posting and for collecting inspiration

basically um so ive drawn a buncha maps of islands andstuff and theres a buncha nations.. yassez is the one ive. yknow. actually populated so far. the other 3 plotrelevant ones are isthmus and polonge (isthmus has claimed territory in polonge and fully occupies yassez). polonge is also at war with geuzi. fontaine has a treaty with geuzin. jicama and selenia are fighting over a strip of coast. danovsk is also fighting jicama over a pass thru the mountains. branthia is waiting on the sidelines ready to do very important Peacekeeping such as Supplying Weapons to insurgent terrorist cells.

>>GEOPOLITICS OVER read from here if u dont caare<<

theres a buncha.. buncha fake religions like cetaceanism (whale), currentism (its like breatharianism but it works bc its for filter feeders), integism (science cult), medusaism (jellyfish), The Really Big Human (a la dark souls gwynevere but an old man) Who Sits Above The Surface And Fishes Out The Cave Fish (only in ohio). i think in cetaceanism magnapinna are like. the devil.

theres a clan of nomadic humanoid orca that believe theyre demigods and run around fucking shit up. theres the shark mob from shark tale around the main coral reef settlement (barriertown/the shelf) called "reefers" who are pulling an hp lovecraft innsmouth on the landlubbers of port saiyon cause they keep coming on to land in order to steal electricity for their weed hydroponics.

theres a couple hydrothermal vents which are culturally the same as oil rigs

OVER TO THE WHALEFALL PART bc thats actually what you asked, theres a whalefall settlement which in a perfect world would be where i would start my players off. its like a small rural industry town thats slowly dying as resources get depleted. heavily cetaceanist but a sect of cetaceanism that think its ok to eat your gods. big whalers guild presence, and basically one quest would be to um. go kill another whale so we can Eat, please.

another quest start ive been ruminating on would be the PCs start on land and get mariners revenge'd to the bottom of the ocean.

theres also like - theres a trench? where there didnt used to be a trench? and people are like. man what the fuck. and in addition to that basically all contact with things on the other side of that trench - the whole opposite hemisphere actually - are just Not Coming, until weeks later they all come at once? so like whats actually happening is the core of the earth is hollow, but the core of that core is incredibly dense and this is called the unsigned (after unsigned integer overflow error. funny joke for me. the unsigned is a concept of integism). and its trying to break out except theres a stitch that it cant break and its called the time stitch cause its fucking with time (sorry this is all very fucking. stupid iv not completed the development of it yet. if u cant tell)