#blistering barnacles

[i-am-worm]

Inktober 52 2023 - Week 19 - ‘Beard’ 

Captain haddock should comb his beard more often. It keeps picking up things from all his adventures.

#Tintin #captain haddock #haddock #ufo #bianca castafiore #herge #beard #seadog #unicorn #inktober 52 #blistering barnacles

[rjavenuru]

First read of Deady 1-4 done. So much epic fucking shit in there... So why is THIS my favourite frame??? 🤣

I guess I know which cartoons were my childhoods "the shit" 🤣

#deady #deady the malevolent teddy #so cool #blistering blue barnacles #haddock #captain haddock

[theblackestofsuns]

"Blistering Barnacles!"

The Long Tomorrow (1987)

Moebius

Epic Comics / Marvel Comics

#The Long Tomorrow #Moebius #Epic Comics #Marvel Comics #Great Comics #Great Comic Art #Blistering Barnacles!

[smolfrenchtoast]

“Wait wait don’t tell me” (the show, NPR news quiz): Hey is Haddock’s exclamation “Blue Blistering Bellbottoms…? (I forget the rest)

Me, laughing: wait—-wha—-wouldn’t it be “Blue Blistering Barnacles” xD

#tintin #captain haddock #bellbottoms…why xD #rather: Blistering Barnacles

[weeblmaodotcom]

[Oshi No Ko anime] Blue blistering barnacles , Meme by Weeblmao.com

#anime #Animememe #Animememes #Animeme #Animemes #barnacles #blistering #Blue #GoodAnimeme #GoodAnimemes #Oshi

[blanksoullesseyes]

Melting eye

(thanks Nesai)

#blister #pills #meds #cure #medicine #AI art #apothecary #apotheke #what's up doc? #💊 #👁️ #barnacles #skin #occhi #vista #melting #scioglimento #lacrime #tears #pastiglie #pillole #nesai #hurt #in pain #suffering #sick #malattia #get well soon #hospitalized

[fancycroissantgothparty]

"Blistering barnacles, it's hot!"

#myart #bhm art #ssbhm art #yknow #Fat!haddock

[picturesofthegoneworlds]

Be it from the services of her silver tongue or her presentation, Laudna is not out of place on the deck - welcomed aboard, with her skeleton rendered in driftwood and encrusted with barnacles.

The veil is back.

It shrouds her face and billows with the same breath as the tattered ship-sails.

Imogen wasn’t certain that she had seen it. Her eyesight bein’ a little dodgy at the best of times-

Fog rolls

Laudna’s chest pulled open by her own hand, ribs piercing from out of fabric and skin-

That wasn’t unusual. Not now, anyway. The blood-wet snout and teeth bared from torn and blistered flesh and gums, the jaw that would open on two hinges from a central axis as a guttural howl leaking with gore emerged along with the leap of the hound-

Except no hound came.

Laudna holds the captain’s hand between both her own,

encourages it into the newly opened cavity,

Imogen squints through the fog for any sight of a dim-green glow-

the veil is back.

What if Laudna’s hands weren’t moving of their own dictation? Crushing rock and crumpling robot-skull-

She isn’t certain, but the captain’s hand is on her heart, marrow ghostly and cursed.

Laudna should be free.

Imogen knows the taste of her own jealousy.

A store room - a cramped old pantry - provisions that had rotted so long ago that they had solidified all over again, like pearls from sand in oyster shells or however it works, cartilage rendered into putrid gemstone and shelves made from wood so soft that maybe at one point if daylight were to ever have made it into the hull the seeds of the bloated apples and oranges could have grown between the decomposing woodgrain.

Their room for the night, for the upcoming nights.

Imogen lays out her bedroll on the floor, attempts to make space to spread Laudna’s next to it but the stack of hemp sacks labelled as oats have turned to bricks.

It’s not like they’re not used to sharing a single bed.

It had only been so many nights, but Laudna's routine had changed now that she got her new attire - that old routine being one of not getting undressed for bed. Now she hangs her dress when she can, over the back of a chair or sometimes using the immovable rod as a sort of travelling coat-hanger - ‘wouldn’t want any creases’ - despite the still present ichor and the filth they find themselves in and how either of them could still prestidigitate the fabrics clean again. Maybe it’s ‘cause they changed themselves on that same day Laudna bought the dress, just before it, maybe there was intention to the new presentation beyond retail therapy. New routine. Maybe. A shift in self-worth. It’s only been a handful of nights. Imogen isn’t sure. She can’t hear Laudna's thoughts anymore. And some things it feels too soon to ask, she doesn’t want to stumble Laudna with the call out of her behaviours-

but she can lie back, head propped on hands weaved and cradling behind her head as Laudna undresses, can watch as she goes about her new-nightly routine.

Pate and his birdhouse get allocated to a clearing on a higher shelf, the belts of red ribbon that have replaced the ones given to her to outfit her as her death sentence are unravelled, ceremoniously rolled again and placed with scissors neatly aligned to the side of the wooden house, and the bunting of bones displayed like a necklace on a velvet cushion of an old cigar box.

Naked, she tip-toes around the floor, between Imogen's outstretched legs and their belongings.

Laudna's skin is cloudy like the fog that surrounds the islands.

What Imogen saw through it-

Imogen’s eyes fixate on the scar that runs down in front of Laudna’s sternum, the one Otohan had left the Hells to stitch, the one Laudna unthreads the seams from each time she calls forth her hound-

The captain’s hand on her heart.

Does it hurt?

Laudna pauses her movements, ready to turn and crouch at her backpack to retrieve her nightgown.

I’m sorry?

When ya…when you tear your chest open and that.

Imogen sits up from the bedroll, her spine leaning against the wall sodden with algae.

Laudna visibly considers her answer.

It doesn’t physically damage me, it’s all magic and illusion I suppose.

But when you’re like that, it’s real, right? I’ve felt it before. You’re occupyin’ that space.

Yes, but it abides by different rules and logic. That’s the fun of it; I get to play around with my ideas and surroundings.

You’re real good at that.

Thank you.

Laudna carries on, shimmying dress over her shoulders and pinning the many sections of hair that have fallen stray back into the bun.

The lace that wraps from neck to corset obfuscates it somewhat -the imprint of the noose that is, same for the mark from Otohan, same as Imogen's scars under the sheer fabric of her sleeves that now spill over her chest. Covered, but not hidden anymore.

They have bared themselves to each other a couple of times by now.

Imogen isn’t certain, but she has to know.

Could you feel it- did you feel it when he touched your heart?

Laudna pauses again. This time her look is calculated - calculating, assessing Imogen on the floor in front of her. Part of Imogen wants to take the circlet off, get back into an old routine of her own.

Imogen knows the taste of her own jealousy. She wonders if Laudna could discern the palette on her lips.

The shadows in the room shift, and there are plenty of them, the only light given by a dull but unnaturally white glow from a brass lantern hanging in the middle of the ceiling.

The shadows stain the fabric of Laudna's nightgown first, shredding into tatters and peeling off into a gauzy swatch that drapes over her head.

Her arms and legs and spine extend, the joints bending unnaturally, backwards and crooked and almost arachnid, the bones lancing through the fog-grey flesh, and the bone is indeed bleached and brittle like driftwood, barnacles and limpets where there had before been sprouting shoots and flowers, her body creaks and groans (or maybe it’s the ship) as she leans down towards Imogen, crouches over and up to her, her form almost as hulking as the most Imogen had seen it as such, when they had jumped down from the tower ruins together and Imogen woke to Laudna snarling and braced over her.

Imogen sinks back down to the floor, Laudna's arms (she thinks it’s her arms) bracketing either side of her head.

Through the veil she sees the rows of teeth, the formations on her forehead and high cheekbones looking like fossils left in rocks

her eyes holding Imogen still in place.

And maybe it isn’t her arms either side of her head, but ruptured bones of petrified wood, splintering out in all directions as talons that are made of the shrapnel of razor-clam shells cut through the linen covering Laudna’s chest, flaying flesh and severing sinew made of seaweed, her ribcage pulling apart (again, Imogen knew she had seen it), except this time each rib seems to elongate, definitely does so, piercing into the bedroll around Imogen and locking her in her own cage, sinking further and pinning fabric through and into the floorboards.

Her chest held open, it drips with briny ichor that Imogen can smell the salt of, eyes transfixed on the slow undulation of all of her innards exposed, lungs that branch off into seaweed and intestines tangled like the eels displayed curled up in shallow cases at the market

Her heart a clump of coral, deep red and its surface a complex fractal pattern, arms of sea urchins reaching across it for arteries.

It’s yours, if you want to hold it.

If Imogen takes long enough, Laudna will transform back; Imogen's hand imbedded in its grip permanent, the stretched and skewed rules of magic thrown and bastardised as muscle and bone and organ materialise around her wrist, Imogen able to influence the beat of blood around Laudna's body by the clench of a fist-

The captain’s hand in all of its platinum rings, greedy, blindly driven. Delilah and her hold, a boiling heartbeat, controlling. Imogen wants to be better, wants the feel of coral against her palm.

I want to…

Then I do too.

Imogen lifts the veil.

Barnacles scrape at the swell of her cheek, sharp teeth nick her tongue and Laudna’s mouth tastes like saltwater, blends with the iron of her own blood, the acid of her jealousy.

Imogen's fingers cover the rough surface of coral, sink into the spaces between it and seaweed-lungs. It swells in her hand, kicks, beats. A minute must be nearing over. It beats again, and Laudna holds her, pinned under her cage of ribs.

Her eyes flutter and she lets out a dripping melodious chuckle.

I can feel it.

#Imodna #Imogen Temult #Laudna #Critical Role #Drabble #Fanfic #Emma writes #Body horror

[villemel]

'All of the pieces II'

A week has elapsed

What has changed

Have steps been taken

My mind has raced

To and fro, mainly to

But it does come back

From time to time

Tired and beaten, yet

Enriched by life's waves

Crashing against my hull

Flaking the paint

Wearing my mask

Thin at its edges

Where I could pass

Otherwise 'inaperçue'

Oh blistering barnacles

Oh briny 'bouleversements'

Where would I be

Without you.

#spilled thoughts #poetry #writing #poem #life #poemblr #poets on tumblr #relationships #spilled ink #Julie 2.0

[dimdiamond]

Sorry for the low quality, these are for you @tophatstintin !!!!

The whole page and the dialogue under the cut

Tintin: A TIN CAN! That's smart!

Tintin-Can: Stop! You look smart too!

Tintin: "Look"?

Calculus-Umbrella: That's where I keep all my dangerous plans!

Calculus: ME TOO!

Haddock-Bottle: HEY! PUT ME DOWN!

Haddock-Bottle: Blistering barnacles...

Nestor-Feather duster: And then they make my whole personality be a butler! I have a life!

Nestor: Grotesque! I know!

Random: Oh! It's a lotus because-

Chang-Lotus: Because we're pretty!

Random: Chestnut! LMAO! Get it? Because-

Both: Because Chester yes.

#hope you enjoy them as much as i did drawing them! #it was so fun akskdkd #tintin #captain haddock #archibald haddock #professor calculus #nestor #chang chong chen #captain chester #the adventures of tintin #haddotin #my doodles #my art

[wdillustration]

"BLISTERING BLUE BARNACLES!!!"

A Young Lad, A Reporter, A Rich Sea Captain & Humanized Polar Bear along with Two Mutts trying to crack an unknown Mystery...

#art #fanart #oc art #walton d parker #octonauts #captain barnacles #jake and the neverland pirates #captain jake #weredog #the adventures of tintin #tintin #captain haddock #snowy #milou

[readtilyoudie]

‘You can have this dragon back if you like, Hiccup. I warn you, they’re filthy heavy when they’re wet and cross,’ said Fishlegs, miserably. ‘Gobber is going to go off like a typhoon when he finds out you haven’t got a dragon.’

‘But I HAVE got one,’ said Hiccup.

Fishlegs stopped and began to take the basket off his back. ‘I know it IS yours REALLY,’ he sighed wearily. ‘I think I’ll just go straight past the village and keep on running till I reach somewhere civilised. Rome perhaps. I’ve always wanted to go to Rome. And I haven’t got a hope in Valhalla of passing Initiation anyway, so—’

‘No, I’ve got another one, in my basket,’ Hiccup insisted.

Fishlegs’s jaw dropped open in disbelief.

‘I got it when I went back into the tunnel,’ explained Hiccup.

‘Well, blister my barnacles,’ said Fishlegs. ‘How in Thor’s name did you know it was there? It was so dark you couldn’t see the horns in front of you.’

‘It was weird,’ said Hiccup. ‘I sort of sensed it when we were running down the tunnel. I couldn’t see anything, but as we were passing, I just knew there was a dragon there, and that it was meant to be MY dragon. I was going to ignore it, actually, because we were in a bit of a hurry but then you said about not having a dragon and I went back, and… there it was, lying on this shelf in the tunnel, just as I’d imagined it would be.

How to Train Your Dragon (How to Train Your Dragon, #1) by Cressida Cowell

#book quote #how to train your dragon #httyd book #cressida cowell #hiccup horrendous haddock the 3rd #httyd fishlegs #ya fantasy #dragons #adventure #quote #quotes #booklr #bookblr

[nimoy]

who needs their barnacles blistered ⁉️⁉️

#hard launch on my new short hair too btw #face

[sys-garden]

sorry but all of your smut of haddotin is ooc because haddock would be like “blue blistering barnacles I’m gonna cum” and tintin would be like “great snakes daddy”

#haddotin #the adventures of tintin #adventures of tintin #tintin #im sorry for this pos #but in cannon their sex would be so unsexy #you guys go on with your smut tho im not complaning

[mythawolf]

Today I shared some ‘Tintin meeting Hercule Poirot’ Posts with the legendary Professorcalculusstanaccount (who makes tintin art, stories and Gifsets. Recommend checking them out) and we sent one another our own ideas of what if they met. Here’s what we agreed on:

-Tintin and Poirot would butt heads since Poirot likes thinking and thinking until it’s over (unless he needs to talk to people or see evidence for himself) whereas Tintin ‘charges into things and improvises’

-Haddock would get very annoyed at Poirot very quickly. In the words of professorcalcstan “BLISTERING BARNACLES! Two people are dead and you’re just sitting there with a wee slice of cake! I don’t suppose you need your shoes shined and a full course meal!

-Poirot and Hastings would get annoyed at Calculus very quickly.

“SACRE BLEU! I ASKED ABOUT THE POISON!”

“And I told you my posture is fine. You however, should stop sitting in a chair all day if you don’t want back-ache.”

-The Thomsons would accuse Poirot, think his moustache is fake, and you can guess what happens next.

-And as a final exchange between our two Belgian sleuths:

“YOU ARE ACTING LIKE ABSOLUTE ANIMALS! YOU HAVE COMPLETELY RUINED THE CRIME SCENE!”

“Well while you and the police were here pondering the perpetrator got away. He could be in another country by now. I respect your abilities, Monsieur Poirot, but if you’ll excuse me, I have a murderer to catch.”

#Tintin #the adventures of tintin #hercule Poirot #Agatha christie #herge #tintin meets poirot

[blistersneedlepoint]

Blistering Barnacles! It's a Captain Haddock (Tintin) needlepoint. I completed him a few years ago. He was sold to a happy customer at a street fair in 2022.

#needlepoint #custom made #tintin #captain haddock #hand stitched