#lightning whelk

[kirbyfigure]

Hi can you do usernames with the name Kiki pls ??! Thankyouuu!

✩₊˚.⋆ཐིཋྀ⋆⁺₊✧ stamps

[friendofcars]

okay I ctrl+fed all four books in trc for ‘storm’ ‘thunder’ ‘lightning’ you’ll never guess about whom im web weaving. Also typing this made me realize I forgot to check opal

[dnovep]

my Big New Thing today is storm chaser videos on yt (altho i've always been terrified of tornadoes?? the brain wants what it wants ig sksl) SO

gangsey as storm chasers:

adam drives the pig-van, he knows all the types and categories, and most importantly can judge best in a clinical way how close they can get before it's too dangerous. is well trained to see the warning signs that it's going to suddenly up a level. vigilant. jokes that gansey and ronan wouldn't know how to drive on the less-well maintained roads

gansey was the first of the group in this hobby, has been travelling all over the world chasing and reporting strange weather phenomena since he was 16 - it's a way to get close to death and destruction and then be able to calmly (appearingly, with his heart pounding) walk away

ronan is always slamming on the back of adam's seat, telling him to get closer, cheering and caterwauling. when hail breaks the pig-van's back windshield ronan 'whoop's so loud blue glares at him (while gansey quietly mourns his poor pig's window)

blue always thought those raven boys who storm chase were stupid arrogant adrenaline-junkies who thought they were too rich to get hurt, then somehow she learned how many storms gansey has helped clear up after as he drove through effected towns, how he has driven people from an active tornado site to the hospital. she's always the one calling to report a storm as soon as it becomes a tornado, always the first to demand they drive to whatever little town is in the storm's path so she can leap out and tell people to take shelter

noah used to be that arrogant raven boy who thought he was too rich to get hurt, before his ex-bff whelk (who used to be devoted to storm chasing and took noah along every time) lost his family's financial security & reputation (same as in the books) and decided he needed to be a hero in a storm way out of their league. if he was a hero, he'd still be looked up to and respected and known! now noah just whimpers in the back seat whenever lightning strikes and clings on to blue's hand, but still goes along because like. these are his friends, what if they get hurt and he could've stopped it?

henry joins later - him & gansey sometimes go on solo storm hunts, discussing death together while they chase after a tornado

[bigmammallama5]

Shell Haul

Atlantic bay scallops, calico scallops, baby’s ear snail shells, cayenne keyhole limpets, lettered olive, shark eye moonshell fragments, Atlantic auger shells, common jingles, small eastern oysters, pen shell fragment, eastern banded tulip shell fragment, Atlantic coquinas, cross-hatched lucines, fossilized shark teeth and fragments.

Cross-barred venus clams.

Cross-barred venus clams.

Cross-barred venus clams, common Atlantic slipper snail shells, arc shells (turkey wing and moss).

Arc shells (turkey wing and moss), southern ocean quahog venus clams, soft-shelled clams, eastern oysters, Atlantic giant cockles, assorted small arcs and cockles.

Atlantic giant cockles and fragments, assorted small arcs and cockles, soft-shelled clams, lightning whelk fragments, pear whelk fragment, assorted coral fragments, scotch bonnet fragments, worn and textured shell fragments (quahog, arc).

[All shells were responsibly collected, most to be used in or with art.]

[obsolescent]

Times Like These

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x GN!Reader

Author’s Note: A short oneshot for today! I got this idea while at the beach the other week. Leon gets to have a peaceful, relaxing time on vacation. Also trying out a new format, took some nice photos there. Enjoy!

Content Warnings: None, fluff, domestic bliss, gender neutral language for reader, Leon is trans but just his chest scars are mentioned.

September, in your opinion, is the best time to visit the beach. Not too hot and not too many visitors either, which is ideal for your boyfriend, Leon. He gets antsy around crowds of people, but due to his line of work, it’s understandable. 

You two prepared the car for the trip down to the gulf, bags and suitcases stacked in the back of Leon’s Jeep Wrangler. It takes around five hours to drive to your destination, a relatively comfortable, easy, and short road trip, the silence filled with Leon’s divorced dad rock music.

Arriving at the condo midday, you two settle in for the week-long stay, before making your way down the short boardwalk to the beach. Once you’ve finished setting up your canopy and chairs, you make a beeline for the shore, shell bag in hand.

Leon follows you, sitting further back to avoid the brunt of the waves. You sit on your knees, finding out quickly that it’s the optimum way to remain upright while the waves wash against you while digging for shells. 

Securing the net’s string around your wrist, you begin to dig into the sand, searching. Brushing against something, you wrap your hand around it, pulling up a lightning whelk shell, fully intact! “Aha! Look, honey!” You exclaimed, showing off your successful find.

“Oh, wow! Fully intact, too. Good job sweetheart,” Leon says, smiling at you. You grin back, going back to digging. As you move further in, the waves begin their assault against you, periodically a whap against your back while you hunt. Not paying it any mind, you continue, whereas Leon has taken notice.

“Baby, the waves are hitting you pretty hard, do you want to move up some? Get away from them?” He asks, concern lacing his voice. “No, I’m okay! They aren’t bothering me!” You reply back, slightly distracted by your current activity. 

“Well, why don’t we swim some? Your bag looks pretty full.” He was right. Glancing down, you hadn’t realized how many you had already found. You nod, cinching your shell bag closed, you bring it back to your spot on the beach. After dropping it off, you head back to the shoreline, Leon having gotten up already and wading into the water.

Following him out, you swim out where the water is up to your chest, beginning to float. You let the waves rock your body, a lulling rhythm as you lean back, closing your eyes and letting yourself float on the surface. 

You feel something brush against your back, startling you. Letting out a shout, your body jolting and beginning to move away, before arms encircle your waist. “Jus’ me, baby,” Leon whispers in your ear, having swam up underneath you, now cradling your body against his.

“Almost gave me a heart attack,” You mutter, relaxing against his hold. He chuckles, “Gotta keep you on your feet, don’t I?” He responds. You let out a giggle, squeezing his forearm that keeps you against him. You two float there, staring up at the azure sky. The sounds of seagulls flying overhead and the lapping of the waves creating a peaceful ambiance.

Leon sighs, closing his eyes and letting the burdens and stress float away with the current. “This is so nice,” You whisper, laying your head against his shoulder. “Yeah, it is. Even nicer with you here with me, baby.” He kisses the top of your head, smelling of saltwater and faintly of sunscreen.

You hum, nodding your head. Glad to have this time with him. It’s not often he’s allowed some time away from work, especially not for a week. But he was promised the entirety of his vacation wouldn’t be disturbed, allowing him alone time with you.

You two stay there, treading water, for what seems like hours. You begin to grow tired, knowing it wouldn’t be wise to fall asleep in the water, regardless if Leon is holding you up. You decide to swim back to shore, wanting to also take a closer look at all the shells you found. 

“I’m going to head back, okay?” You detach yourself from him, heading for the shore. “Don’t get tide get you!” You call out. “Don’t worry, if the current sweeps me out to sea, just collect the life insurance.” Him and his dry ass humor. “Leon!” You yell, snapping your head back towards him. He just laughs, amused at your reaction. 

Reaching land, you sit down on the towel laid out, dumping out the contents of your bag, assorting them from biggest to the smallest. Not long after, Leon joins you, body glistening from the ocean water, his chest scars faint against his skin. He begins toweling off his hair as he sits down on one of the beach chairs. As he works on drying his body, he begins watching you work, a content smile spreading across his features.

Your hands make quick work of organizing the shells, moving fast as concentration furrows your brow. Leon then notices the color washing over your features, turning to look at the sun bathing the beach in a variety of colors that leave him awestruck. 

You glance up at Leon, taking notice of him staring off into the eventide, seemingly lost in thoughts. His body relaxed, face serene. You get up and make your way over to him, holding your hand out. “Let’s take a walk along the shore,” You say, catching his attention. He grins up at you, grabbing your hand and pulling himself up. 

You walked alongside him, hand in hand. The sun begins to dip below the horizon, bathing the sky in hues of gold and orange. Something like this, so domestic, seemed far out of reach for Leon. He allows himself to fantasize, hopeful that one day times like these won’t last just a week at a time, but every day for the rest of his life, with you by his side.

[meranie]

FF6 Artober Day 14: Lightning/電撃

The Whelk, Ymir-- its shell absorbs the lightning beam, causing Biggs and Wedge to panic.

I'd feel bad for them, but... ::shrug::

[the-actual-ocean]

NO WAIT I FOUND THE NAME

I WANT A LIGHTNING WHELK....

Alrighty.

Find it. It's on a beach somewhere. Nothing is free

[venus-in-pearls]

I've been finding it pretty difficult to get my art seen by those here who will resonate with it. So here's a small collection of some of my handcrafted jewelry! A few of these pieces are still available to claim, and a few of them have been previously sold at local vendor markets 🩷

1) strand style earrings with ethical and sustainable blue Ark shells, hand collected by me from the beach I live near, Larkivite stone beads, Hematite stone moon beads, glass beads, and silver-plated wire, earring hooks, and crimp beads (unavailable)

2) stretchy bracelet with an ethical and sustainable white Ark shell, also hand collected by me from the same location, glass beads, and 18k gold-plated crimp beads (unavailable)

3) necklace made with a Lightning Whelk shell fragment I also collected by hand from the same location, tarnish-resistant gold wire, glass beads, and an 18k gold plated clasp (unavailable)

4) wire-wrapped dangle earrings, made with red and gold glass beads, tarnish-resistant gold wire, and 28k gold-plated earring hooks (unavailable)

5) wire-wrapped Garnet stone bracelet, made with tarnish-resistant gold wire, and an 18k gold-plated clasp (unavailable)

6) Clear Quartz heart necklace, made with wire-wrapped with tarnish-resistant gold wire, and soft, black cotton cording with sliding knots so you can choose your perfect length (unavailable)

[felixir-of-moths]

They're just eggs they're not even doing anything 😭😭😭

🐣🐣🐣

🐣😭 Baby eggs! Thanks to you, I've found a plot and the story is going on well! Here are 3 x 150w for you and some more!

Jon brushes the weird pouch with the tip of his fingers. It’s rough, leathery, but unlike a satchel, there’s no opening. The strands on each corner looks like they could be tied to something - maybe around the waist? Around the shoulder? His fingers meet several rough, scraping bumps, like a series of little horns: they’re not sharp enough to break skin, but Jon is pretty sure they could, if he were to rub his hand against them with too much pressure. He grabs one of the strand and he’s immediately grossed out by its flexibility. It’s like there’s a skin running the length of the pouch. However, he doesn’t take his hand away, fascinated by the strange discovery. “That’s an egg case,” says a voice above Jon’s shoulder, startling him.

He loses the approximative balance he had on his heels and his behind hits the wet sand in a squelched sound. Robin stands behind him, cradling an insane amount of shells of various shapes and colors. There are some pretty huge lightning whelk, and even a wentletrap - Jon doesn’t know how Robin does it, she always find the most beautiful things. “You’re not digging?” Jon asks, straightening up and brushing the wet sand off his pants. Robin lets out a short laugh, like a bird’s chirp. “There’s enough morons to dig that hole,” she chants with a mocking smile, “they definitely don’t need my stringy arms. Plus, I’m pretty convinced this map is fake anyway. Come on, Jon, pick it up,” she adds enthusiastically, jerking her head towards the weird pouch, “my arms are full already!” Jon promptly executes. The leathery pouch is large enough that he needs both hands to lift it from the sand. He brushes gently the surface to take some of the shredded seaweed off. “So you’ve seen one of this before?” he asks, not really sure if he should look at the fascinating artifact or at Robin’s sparkling eyes as she nods energetically. “Oh yeah! But you’re luck, it’s quite rare. Some big fishes lay eggs in solid pouches, like sharks, skates… Spookfishes too!” “You mean there are eggs inside?” Jon repeats, eyes wide. He lays his hand flat on the rough surface, and just as Robin said, there’s a pulse underneath. It’s faint, but it’s there. Something inside is beating, growing. Jon has the instinct of cradling the pouch in his arms, just like Robin does with her collection of shells, and she smiles at him. “Hanw. Look at you, ready to be a daddy,” she jokes, and Jon feels his face turning bright red. “It’s quite big, so it’s probably a shark or a skate. But I’ve never seen one that big, though. Maybe it’s an unknown species!” she adds with a gasp, her expression shifting quickly. “Maybe you can name it - oh my god, Jon, that’s amazing -“ “Okay, slow down, Robin,” Jon says sheepishly. “If there are eggs inside, I should just put it down.”

[xalatath]

I would uh. Like to see your asbestos collection / maybe some of your uranium glass pieces if that's possible. If that's alright . Pretty please 👀

I'm sorry to say that I'm a filthy liar, I don't have any asbestos in my possession unfortunately, though I do look for asbestos related things when I skulk around in flea markets and antique stores and such. I can show my uranium glass tho

Unfortunately I don't have a blacklight so they don't glow as they should. Also pictured is a random sword and a lightning whelk egg case I found on the beach in Florida when i was a kid.

[blueiscoool]

Seashell

A close-up of a seashell, a lightning whelk, discovered in St. Pete Beach, Florida.

📸 flickr

[dailystoryelements]

Today’s Story Elements Are:

A Video Game

Lightning Whelks

An Empty Silo

Horror

[movedtoferinehuntress]

˚ * ⊱ ᴄᴀɪᴛʟʏɴ & ᴀɴɢᴇʟɪᴄᴀ [ ⋯ ] @angelicaaster ⟹ write four headcanons ◈ ❝ 👫 ❞

── The moment Caitlyn was born, she was instantly comforted by Angelica's presence. Even though Angelica was still young, Tobias allowed Angelica to hold Caitlyn whenever she might get fussy or upset. He noticed how Caitlyn would quiet down and Angelica would often sing or hum to her which gave the little girl comfort. That continues into childhood and adulthood; Angelica can hum or sing a song and it will calm Caitlyn's nerves and help her sleep as well. It isn't uncommon for Angelica to be singing and Caitlyn to fall asleep against her shoulder.

── Caitlyn knew how much Angelica liked the ocean and the beach so whenever she was out on the beach with her family she would wander around the sand and look for any kind of shells she could find. Sand dollars, cowry, murex, scallops, conch, and junonias are some of the many shells she would find and save for Angelica. The favorite one she found was a lightning whelk, which had a sort of blueish tint upon it and the most elegant weave into a slightly twisted point.

── Angelica and Caitlyn have a matching set of necklaces. Angelica has a little star pendant with a sapphire in the center of it, and Caitlyn has a moon with a silver in the center of the moon. It's a small little reminder that they will always be there for each other, both shining and reflecting against each other. After Angelica left to work at a different house, Caitlyn often would hold the necklace and hope she was okay as often time she lost communication with her friend.

── Angelica never missed a single recital of Caitlyn's. Whether or not Caitlyn liked it, Angelica was always there. From dance recitals to her violin performances, dressage events, or rifle competitions, Angelica was right there on the edge always supportive of Caitlyn. Angelica knew that she didn't like most of the events (except the shooting competitions) but she hoped that by being there it would make it a bit more bearable for Caitlyn to deal with the pressures placed upon her.

[theorganizedmermaid]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Beach Blue Candle in Lightning Whelk Shell Arrangement on Scallop Handcrafted.

[wyldeplantlife]

Succulent Seashell

[faantasizee]