I'm Weird. But A Good Weird.

'Ello there! You may know me, you my not know me! My name is Kodak, the Father of the Oceans! Depending on who you ask, I started life on earth, so try and be respectful, eh? It doesn't matter who you ask when it comes to my age, though; I'm about as old as dirt. So, seriously, be respectful.

the divine is full of monsters;

incandescent giants who lick their gold teeth,
whose mouths are full of crumbling cities, who breathe
death and fire and revelation and madness while
diamonds crack like splinters of bone between their gums

their whims are carved in stone, sand, pillars of salt
their feathers sticky with luminescent blood, their fingers
thunderous with creation, lightning in their eyes
that crackles and hisses from every direction of the sky

the divine is not static and humane; the divine does not play nice.

they will eat everything you are.

they will leave you reformed in a roar of light, peel away layers of you like birth
and with a saint’s conviction you will know that nothing feels more like luxury,
better to be blinded by brilliance than close your eyes to awe-

for your lips are always being kissed.

your mouth is champagne roses. you will eat lotuses. your lungs are perfumed and
your bones will blossom into stars. your blood is wine and you are clothed in light;

your skin threshed wheatlike until the gold of you shines.

natasza stark, “anchorite” (via anexpansionlikegold)
1 week ago on October 10th | J | 4,068 notes

reblog if you ARE bisexual, SUPPORT bisexuals, or are a FIVE-HUNDRED FOOT TALL AMPHIBIOUS MONSTER arising out of the MARIANA TRENCH

1 week ago on October 10th | J | 103,366 notes

spooky question #10

rebelghostalliance:

bogleech:

blinkpinkinc:

what is the most terrifying creature on this planet?
(if you can’t think of one, may i suggest looking up deep sea creatures?)

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It would be harmless to a human (and the pale, slimy fish we see here, which seems to spend its whole life as its symbiote) but the sheer idea of Stygiomedusa gigantea is so powerfully haunting it gives me chills to think about; especially from the perspective of its prey.

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What you see here is at least twenty feet in length, and they’re seen so rarely they could easily get bigger. Their red-black coloration makes them invisible in the abyss, and they don’t have any stinging tentacles - only the vast oral arms, which as in other jellies are an extension of the digestive lining.

Prey are simply folded up and smothered in the sheets of tissue, and already begin to digest without even being drawn into the bell.

They’re out there, right now, thousands of miles away in the freezing abyss, billowing like huge, empty cloaks, blind and thoughtless. They don’t need to chase their prey. Helpless little things just find themselves trapped in a sticky, living shadow, wrapping up tighter in the membranous jelly the more they struggle. They digest so slowly that exhaustion or suffocation probably kills them first.

“only 114 sightings in the last 110 years”

1 week ago on October 10th | J | 7,750 notes
Tagged as: #:D 
limey-blue-arty-do:

Last bit of Monster Pulse challenge: Kodak’s arma, made up of the digestive system

limey-blue-arty-do:

Last bit of Monster Pulse challenge: Kodak’s arma, made up of the digestive system

2 weeks ago on October 4th | J | 4 notes
toilet-llama-art:

Abysmal

toilet-llama-art:

Abysmal

2 weeks ago on October 2nd | J | 1,401 notes
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All Ye Hallows // mynameiskodak + life—in—the—caverns

life—in—the—caverns:

mynameiskodak:

a-london-dragon:

A feeling of wonder swept through Limey. To see an actual live Andalite. It was amazing! Even if this one seemed to be giving her a death-glare. 

"That’s really cool", she said. The concept of ‘religious development’ kind of swept over her head, but she figured being a liaison had to be a damn important job too. Looking over to the Andalite, she gave him a polite bow of the head. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nytig."

<Behave, my child.> Kodak said privately to Nytig. As he was doing so, he also spoke with his voice. “I can show you inside, if you’d like. Nytig can accompany us, but I’m afraid you won’t see any other Andalites today unless you stay overnight. You can meet my Caretaker though!”

Kodak’s face lit up when he mentioned his Caretaker. “She nursed my growing body after my old one died, and she’s also the person who discovered my children! If it wasn’t for her I’d still think they had died out.”

If Nytig had eyebrows, he would’ve raised one at Limey’s bow. But his Father had said she was a guest after all. He returned the bow, one front foot tucked behind the other. It didn’t hurt to be polite these days.

<It is a pleasure to meet you too> he replied to Limey, after Kodak’s warning entered his mind. Then he spoke out loud, <The Priestess is currently ‘standing by’ as her current duties have been completed.> 

A warmer tone appeared in his thoughts as he agreed <She is a good person.> ‘Human’ didn’t quite cover it.

Kodak’s reaction to Nytig’s public thought-speech was essentially just a smirking chuckle. “Knowing her, that could mean anything from reading a book to poking at the fabric of reality to see what happens. Better go check in on her just in case.” 

Kodak gestured for Limey to follow him as he walked towards the temple. However, he stopped briefly by Nytig and reached up to gently brush the backs of his pressed-together index and middle fingers across what equated to Nytig’s forehead. It was a gesture, an action, that had no accurate human analogue. The closest terms to describe it would be to compare it to a mix between a holy blessing, a gesture of genuine love and care, and the emotional meaning behind a father kissing his child’s forehead goodnight. Kodak was known for doing this often, possibly more than he should. He did so because he felt guilty, in a way, for being absent for them for so very long. It wasn’t simply guilt, of course, it was much more specific, but the details weren’t very important. Suffice to say, Kodak felt he owed his children the affection he had not given them over the years.

That brief moment passed, as all moments do, and Kodak continued leading Limey into the temple. 

4 weeks ago on September 23rd | J | 20 notes

ask-the-tumbler:

What’s coding

That thing I do for a living, apparently.

1 month ago on September 20th | J | 1 note
1 month ago on September 17th | J | 78,146 notes

roachpatrol:

NOW YOU CAN GET ANDALITE STICKERS

also they are transparent so please feel free to drag them around your dashboard and go ‘whee!’

1 month ago on September 16th | J | 821 notes
Tagged as: #baby #babies 

All Ye Hallows // mynameiskodak + life—in—the—caverns

a-london-dragon:

A feeling of wonder swept through Limey. To see an actual live Andalite. It was amazing! Even if this one seemed to be giving her a death-glare. 

"That’s really cool", she said. The concept of ‘religious development’ kind of swept over her head, but she figured being a liaison had to be a damn important job too. Looking over to the Andalite, she gave him a polite bow of the head. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nytig."

<Behave, my child.> Kodak said privately to Nytig. As he was doing so, he also spoke with his voice. “I can show you inside, if you’d like. Nytig can accompany us, but I’m afraid you won’t see any other Andalites today unless you stay overnight. You can meet my Caretaker though!”

Kodak’s face lit up when he mentioned his Caretaker. “She nursed my growing body after my old one died, and she’s also the person who discovered my children! If it wasn’t for her I’d still thin they had died out.”

1 month ago on September 11th | J | 20 notes