coral pieces

bloodintolerant  asked:

sends my url floating down the river like baby moses except it's in a fart cloud

[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following; || Accepting

MY OPINION ON;

CHARACTER IN GENERAL: a stinky boy. but in all honesty levi is like the antithesis of a stereotypical suave and charming vampire. he’s as suave as a piece of coral. I LOVE IT. he’s such a quirky and unique character??? I CANT GET OVER HOW LAME HE IS BUT STILL MANAGES TO BE REALLY COOL?????? Listen i could go on forever about stinky_vampire.png but i dont have enough room. levi is like a breath of fresh air (ba dum tsss) on my dash because his entire concept is just ridiculous and creative and i love it.
HOW THEY PLAY THEM: THERE IS NO WRONG WAY TO PLAY LEVI. LEVI IS A GEM AND A GIFT TO THE VAMPIRE COMMUNITY.

THE MUN: ROLLO U MCMEME I LOVE OUR WEIRD AND DUMB CONVOS AND OUR FUNNY HEADCANONS AND OUR MEMES YOU ALWAYS MANAGE TO PUT A SMILE ON MY FACE WHEN I’M FEELING DOWN AND I REALLY/???? APPRECIATE YOU!!!!!!

DO I;

FOLLOW THEM: mcheck yeah
RP WITH THEM: M C H E C K Y E A H
WANT TO RP WITH THEM: M C H E C K Y E A H
SHIP THEIR CHARACTER WITH MINE: M!! C!! H!! E!! C!! K!! Y!! E!! A!! H!! its one of my many 384724876r98137 brOTPs yes.

WHAT IS MY;

OVERALL OPINION: i can only properly convey my feelings thru meme

henlo vampire
henlo STINKY VAMPIRE
gO SUCC SOME BLOOD STINKY

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

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My first altar and shrine set up! 

I’ve lived here in Florida all my life so I’ve had plenty of beach visits and trips to find some wonderful pieces.  Most of my great finds are from early morning walks on Clearwater Beach but some from Fort Harrison! The large coral pieces are gifts from my dad. He’s had them since he moved here about 30 years ago! 

The second shelf has all of my books. On the left there is a small selection of non-fiction and old nursery rhymes. On the right I have a lot of art themed books. In the frame on the left is a picture of my grandmother and my mother as a toddler. Then my mother and me as a child! 

Thanks for reading! Have a blessed day : )

The Blasted Wood

Another story based on a prompt from the amazing @zazabelle. You are a genius with these prompts! Premise for the trees comes from the book Hyperion, which I highly recommend. This a more world-building style post, so reviews are always appreciated.

Prompt: Combine two biomes that no one would think to combine. Write about the civilization in said biome.

The Blasted Woods are a truly unique biome of the planet Oirus, seemingly a combination of forest and ocean floor, that goes through a 3 year ecological cycle that terrifies off-worlders. The ground has blasted by extreme heat, becoming rocky and filled with narrow cracks and chasms. To the average eye the place seems devoid of life except for a few trees, though that term is a stretch for most visitors. With branches forming a shape similar to an onion bulb, these so called trees resemble a blackened and scarred piece of coral. For most of its cycle, the region resembles that of the sea floor, supporting little life and seemingly undeserving of its name.

However, at the end of its 3 year cycle, the woods go through an amazing transformation. The trees, known as the Charged Ones, store static electricity in their bulbs over the course of years. Eventually, these trees launch arcs of electricity in every direction, killing what little vegetation there is and splitting the ground apart. These often cause large fires to run rampant across the area, deterring traditional settlement. Although these trees seemingly destroy the ecosystem of the Blasted Woods, they are the key to its survival. Following the destructive force of the Charged Ones, which locals call the Great Reset, multitudes of new flowers, shrubs, mosses, and even ferns grown out of the seemingly inhospitable soil, transforming the land into a biological paradise. With these new plants come migrating animals, who travel to raise their young in the lush landscape of the Wood, similar to that of humpback whales.

“But how is this possible?” A visitor may shout, their voice displaying their dumbfoundedness. How can destruction on such a large and regular scale pave the way for such a multitude of new lifeforms?

The plant life of the Blasted Wood have developed a clever answer to this question. The heat from the Reset stimulates growth in the seeds scattered around the area, and the new crevices grant both new living space and access to new nutrients. The plants flourish for a time after this, but when the ground begins to return to its inhospitable state, the plants wither and spread their seeds across the area. These seeds have evolved to survive both extreme heat and the passage of time, able to survive for two years without nourishment. The dead plants return nutrients to the soil, thus setting the stage for the next cycle while returning the Wood to its inhospitable state.

The local colonists have developed a clever way of harnessing this destructive power to their own ends. Soon after colonization efforts began, the humans established pylons on the outskirts of the Blasted Wood to harness the electrical energy and transport it back to the settlement, where it can be stored and used alongside more traditional power sources. However, upon discovering the strategies of the native flora, they modified their own crops to behave similarly. Now, in addition to their established farmlands, settled slightly outside the Wood, they lace the cracks and crevices with their new crops. Thus, when the Great Reset occurs, a new harvest of crops are born, which can surpass that of a normal years’ reeping. The colonists adopted this method to both gain a surplus for off-world trading and to guard against leen years, which otherwise may have been catastrophic.

Some locals have even begun to worship the Charged Ones, believing that they bring life to us all and are the divine instruments of God. They see it as the great equalizer on Oirus, and mankind must become as interconnected and adaptive as the Blasted Wood in order to survive the horrors of the universe.

for 60 (odd) days

fragments of shells and rock have escaped from tiny holes in the seams of my skirts

and i’ve been slowly liberating earth and sand from the stitching in my purse

and wherever i’ve walked, a trail has followed closely in pursuit 

yesterday i brushed the last crumbs of you off my bedsheets

and stored away a big piece of coral which i saved to preserve the memory of you

it kept spilling onto the carpet and each morning i would wake from dreaming of you and stub my feet.

and I removed the dried-out roses which stood in front of the mirror on my bathroom sink

haunting my reflection and loitering with me as I shuffled around with an ache in my gait.

and this week, I realised some things - it’s time to crossover, time to loosen my grip

time to stop my dreaming mind from playing cruel tricks. 

time to stop waiting for you to march up and reunite with my lips. 

and i’ve decided it’s been long enough to accept the sheer fact

that letting go doesn’t devalue ‘us’; and i know you know that. 

you are you, i am me - we’ll be forever changing

but ‘us’ will always be. stagnant in time now. 

the bravest thing i’ve ever had to do is to let that thought free

to know there didn’t have to be a catastrophe. 

we weren’t finished by deceit, fear or hate, 

merely timing and sheer fate.

so i’m smiling at you as i glance over my shoulder

then turning my gaze forward, ready to pass through this new gate. 

Week 8

I spent 25+ hours this week just on my cabbage coral piece. When it felt like it would never reach thirty inches I pushed myself and got to thirty-seven inches tall. When I never thought that it was going to finish being covered, I covered it completely. Ceramics is a love hate relationship with sculpture. The piece you’re working on either never does what you want it to do or it dries too slow or too fast. In the words of Deborah Rael Buckley “Perfection is not the work of man. The earth is organic and we should let it be that way…Big pieces demand your attention, living with them is like living with another person - they can’t just sit on the shelf and go away.” Buckley knows what she is talking about for sure, because making the pieces I have made has taught me that your piece demands more time than you could ever imagine. The art of ceramics is demanding, the art of ceramic sculpture is like a demanding child. The bigger the better;however the bigger the bigger the struggle and stress. I also got to learn how to make molds this week. It was so exciting to learn a new skill. I’m gonna make the interior of plates with my molds I’m making. It’s hopefully going to turn out great.

Originally posted by chiakiu

Painting Practice 3

This piece was a commissioned piece I did last year, in 2016. The commissioner wanted three of their Kintaurs (a species by TalonEX) underwater, hanging out together.One part that I love is how I did the glowing coral piece near the center kintaur’s tail, especially hte light it gave off. However, I need to work on how I draw water, especially since there’s nothing to show how close to the surface they truly are.

fish so huge that their digestive tracts are crowded by pieces of coral that grow in on themselves in reaction to their hostile environments, little fish flitting between their teeth and immersing themselves in stomach acid to clean off parasites

Cassia swam through a bush of sea kelp, ripping off a teeny piece to munch on during her journey from her home to the human’s beach. However, she never minded the long trek–she got to find new fish friends, and almost always made friends with guppies that happened to float past her. 

She then heard the sound of a very loud splash, turning quickly to notice a large bull shark had been gaining on her. She quickened her pace as she shuffled around in her purse–once she got a hold of the small vial, she let loose the octopus ink, which quickly clouded the water in a black haze, blocking the bull shark’s vision. Before turning around though, her tail fin got caught on a loose piece of coral, ripping a large tear in the fragile blue membrane. 

Unable to swim, she floated quickly to the surface, floating on a rock that was near the beach.

@teamfireforce

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I got a velvet tuxedo urchin :D

Okay I might have a thing for tuxedo urchins now. They’re just so cute.

Also I love how they pick things up to carry with them. A way to camouflage. I’ve heard stories of people’s urchins completely covered in shells and pebbles, some even carrying pieces of corals that eventually just grow on them. A person I read once had an urchin sport a feather duster who rode around on it for months.

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A sneaky peek at my two latest creations. 

The first contains a sprig of locally harvested buddleia flowers, otherwise known as the “butterfly bush”, a section of a tortoiseshell wing, and an amethyst. It comes together as a charm to “bring the butterflies”. 

The second features a polished Australian opal, and a piece of coral that was found washed up on a beach by a good friend of mine. To finish off the sea theme, I added a cluster of sea salt crystals. 

These will both be in the Etsy shop once it’s up and running. The sea jar may be a bit more pricey due to the opal, but I promise it’s a beautiful piece. This photo doesn’t capture its full fire!