#fish cutting home

[wasyago]

so, would you?

nothing important under the cut, you don't need to look haha

[luck-of-the-drawings]

smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.

[humming-fly]

Guess who just fished Two Real Paintings out of the engineering recycling dumpster and is about to spruce up their cubicle

[brazengears]

ive recently come back to Fallen London and it hit me full force how much i still enjoy the character i've built on my account, so i felt she needed an update to reflect her growth

She came to london out of curiosity and a vague dissatisfaction with the monotony of her zee-life, now she's a midnighter that utilizes the advanced skills she's learnt to go and do whatever she damn pleases (but at what cost)

Text version of the writing under the cut

Vrenrin, the Brazen Shame

Full body image without clothes + headshot:

Apocyan-eyed

Pointing at scarring on her left fin and eye: tried to catch a plated seal with her hands (succeeded)

Pointing at a gap on her back fin: notched her fun herself so the suit collar would fit

Pointing at two big bite scars: nibble from her terrorbird

Pointing at a scar on her tail: railway construction mishap

Pointing at her feet: calloused and scarred from walking

Pointing at her scarred hands: used to do some rough jobs

Pointing at a scar on her arm and a long, big scar on her side: Burn scar + a deadly incident at the orphanage

Pointing at a tattoo that goes across her chest: a neathian swallow + nautical compass tattoo, to commemorate her origin and her false-star child

Full body image with clothes + doodle with birds:

ironically(?), a bird enthusiast

Pointing at her scarf: thirsty bombazine treated with irrigo makes her features easy to forget; way more effective than a helmet

Pointing at her suit: diving suit, modified with sigils to keep her damp; used to be filled with zeewater

Pointing at her greyed-out tail: Knowledgeable in the shapeling arts, in a pinch she can disappear the tail

Pointing at her boots: iron-capped

Below the image: Some time in the middle of constructing the railway she's stopped hiding her face in front of more noteable people, emboldened by hr status and the fact that there are stranger things than her out there. On the streets she still obscures herself, to keep a semblance of privacy.

[tranquilitybasehotelcasino]

i eat so much sushi on such a regular basis because the grocery store down the block has it really good for fairly cheap. whenever i can’t think of what to eat for dinner or i can’t eat what my parents are having i am going down to the store to get sushi. probably like 60% of my protein intake comes in the form of delicious uncooked salmon

[crowley1990]

Now that I’ve learnt how good the fish is at work I will be getting that more often too. They have those big fat cuts of fish that are almost impossible to buy in the supermarket for a home cook.

[peach-pot]

an important part of being a teenager is putting the stupidest shit on your walls as decor

[shaddy-bee]

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[tortureandtickles]

just a vent lmaoooo

[afamiliarsword]

Ah... How I wish to see an MMORPG/Oblivion-like with good art direction *Gazes longingly*

[ohsilverplease]

Update: I bought a 10-ft inflatable pool for $25, put it half in the shade half in the sun, and submerged myself and stared up at the clouds listening to tunez and watching birds.

[pyjamac]

you guys should watch poker face. to learn about danny. :•)

[austerulous]

Replaying Assassin’s Creed IV: Black Flag to scratch my seafaring itch.  If you see me adding Mary Read aka James Kidd as a test muse, mind your business. 😌

[chillyfeetsteak]

I first became fascinated with it a few years ago when I noticed it out an airplane window on a flight from Texas to Southern California. In an expanse of endless desert, suddenly, a vast body of water. When I got home, I immediately looked it up on a map. The Salton Sea.

It’s the largest landlocked body of water in California. It sits right on top of the San Andreas Fault at over 200 feet below sea level. It is more than twice as salty as the Pacific Ocean. It is completely toxic. And I had never heard of it before then.

(photo essay under the cut)

In the early 1900s the Colorado River was diverted through a series of irrigation canals in order to provide water for the farmlands of Imperial Valley. One of the head-gates broke during a flood, and the desert basin filled with water for 2 years before it was fixed. The unexpected lake soon became a popular vacation destination; it was stocked with fish, and resorts and hotels popped up along its shores. It became known as a great place for sport fishing, waterskiing, and yacht parties. Big name celebrities visited. At one point, it had more annual visitors than Yosemite.

Salton Sea has no outlet, and is only filled via agricultural runoff. As the water evaporated in the hot desert sun, the lake became more and more saline. Chemicals began to build up from the run off causing toxic algae blooms, and mass die-offs of fish and birds started in the 80s. By the 90s, the beaches were littered with fish gills and bird bones and the resorts were abandoned. The lake began to dry up as irrigation run-off was diverted away. The exposed lake bed is also toxic, and the high desert winds kick up the dust, making the air poisonous. 

Despite the unpleasant odor, the noxious air and the summer temperatures regularly reaching 120°, a renaissance of sorts began in the early 2010s. Artist and nomad colonies began to spring up around Salton Sea. Bombay Beach, once a popular resort destination, is now mostly a ghost town, but the folks who remain have turned the ruins on the shores into an outdoor art installation gallery where the found-art sculptures are cyclically destroyed by the elements and then replaced with new ones. Many of the houses and RVs in town are themselves art pieces.

In nearby Slab City, a settlement of off-the-grid lifestylers, you can find even more folk art. Salvation Mountain is a manmade hill painted with bright colors and bible verses and maintained by a community of volunteers. East Jesus is a sculpture garden and art installation. 

This past weekend my partner and I finally made the pilgrimage to the Sea. California has the benefit of being home to a huge array of biomes. In just a couple of hours you can travel from snowy mountain peaks to lush oases to endless sand dunes. Driving the hour or so south from Palm Springs towards Salton Sea is like driving towards the end of the world.

Bombay Beach especially enamored me. The beach is crusted with salt and millions of tiny shells and bones. It smells awful, like sewage and chemicals and low-tide and rotting fish. You drive out onto the beach and park anywhere amongst the sculptures and deteriorating resort ruins. The art feels raw in a way I haven’t experienced before. It reminds me of seeing paleolithic cave art. Humans made this, with no motivation other than to create something intriguing or beautiful or sad. Not much can live out here, but what you find fills me with a great adoration for humanity. Despite the asphyxiation of the natural world, the human spirit persists.