Tumgik
#napoleon fish
jayridge-art-storage · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Shrink plastic charm test :)
Just gotta get UV resin and it'll look pretty snazzy!
11 notes · View notes
yorugami · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media
Humphead Wrasse painting study
A fish born female & occasionally turns male w/ age
They are protogynous hermaphrodites, so sometimes a female will become a male, and turn from a female’s rusty red-orange colors to a male’s bright blue-green colors. - src Florida Museum
27 notes · View notes
sakarablue · 2 years
Text
こっちの子は顔の青みも濃くなって成魚の姿に近くなってました。そろそろ水槽が狭くなりそう。
3 notes · View notes
therewithacamera · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
Day 3 of fishuary- wrasse
Napoleon wrasse + trans flag
For the ftm kings
@fish-daily
103 notes · View notes
marinememes · 2 years
Text
Today is Wet Beast Wednesday!
Today's wet beast is: Napoleon Wrasse
Tumblr media
Olive's Wet Beast Fact: also called the Humphead Wrasse or Napoleonfish, this fish can rotate it's creepy-ass eyes 360°
Stay tuned for more Wet Beast Wednesdays!
598 notes · View notes
lorei-writes · 1 year
Note
Okay! Not sending this in the "I want you to write it way" unless you actually want to but more in the "I just have to share this because it's taking up too much brain space" kind of way.
Okay, so, Napoleon centred crack oneshot (extremely self indulgent so don't mind that) where mc takes all of the residents to Egypt for whatever reason because plot convenience and does not want Napoelon to come along because Egypt campaign and everything and, after a lot of bribery and a few tears and one mc because weak to puppy dog eyes, is convinced to let him come along under the condition that he needs to not fall out of a Tok tok (a three wheeled vehicle we have in Egypt that goes really fast because the drivers don't care about the speed limit) going as fast as possible around a roundabout (I do not recommend, I could not feel my legs for a solid few hours after doing this very same thing) and it's all just filled with a lot of screaming, a surprisingly proud mc because Napoleon isn't weak and would probably manage because he isn't an idiot (mostly) and ends with a weird kind of fluff where mc treats him to crepes and nice Egyptian desserts ✨
I promise that this makes sense in my head
Anyways, take care of yourself and remember to drink water and eat actual foods 💜✨
I hope you are aware that it's been almost TWO DAMN YEARS, but. But. I said I would. SO I FUCKING WILL.
Enter at your own risk.
Napoleon Gen Fic Crack
Content Warnings: none
Thoughts: also none
"No!" Mitsuki roars, quite unamused by the entire situation. Suitcases have been packed, Arthur has -- somewhat successfully -- managed to condition himself to deal better with sun (ah, those Englishmen and their sulky weather -- they do fry fast!), Sebastian has prepared a bathtub-worth of soothing lotion. Everything neatly in order, everything ready for them to depart. However, one obstacle remains. And he was not Bon a(bout) part(e)ing.
"No!" Mitsuki roars, quite unamused by the entire situation. Suitcases have been packed, Arthur has -- somewhat successfully -- managed to condition himself to deal better with sun (ah, those Englishmen and their sulky weather -- they do fry fast!), Sebastian has prepared a bathtub-worth of soothing lotion. Everything neatly in order, everything ready for them to depart.
However, one obstacle remains. And he was not Bon a(bout) part(e)ing.
"Mitsuki, I promise, I'll be good."
"EGYPT CAMPAIGN, 'LEON. EGYPT. CAMPAIGN."
"And Syria," Napoleon mutters, fiddling with his thumbs.
"Did you say anything?" she presses, positively ready to bite. (Reverse vampirism, if you will; or perhaps rabies -- that much is still unclear; vampire-transferred rabies?).
"I don't want to be --"
"You don't want to be?!"
"HOME ALONE!"
Oh, there it is again! And he is not even aware of all the risk of the potential thieves, and the seasonal-hallmark-movie-bestowed duty of having to meticulously set up ever-increasingly-ridiculous traps! What is there to complain about?!
Mitsuki groans.
Mitsuki gasps.
Mitsuki grabs her own head in her very own hands, and tears at her hair. At this rate, she'll either go white or bald. "FINE," she shouts. "COMTE. CREDIT CARD."
"... Ma cherie?"
"CASH."
"... Why?" Not that he is not ready to spoil her at any time, but now, this is a little abrupt.
"I need a toktok, a roundabout, an Egyptian driver, cushioned walls, and a glue trap. ON YESTERDAY."
Leonardo covers his mouth.
***
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA [redacted] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA [insert more "AAA"]AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA [some more "AAAAA", don't be shy]AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA[now in bold too]AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA[give Napoleon a wave!] AaaaAAAaaaaAAaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaAAAaaaAAAAA!," Napoleon shouts. Nevertheless, he bravely, heroically even clings to his seat. He can't feel his feet -- no, scratch that, his entire legs -- and his hands. For all he knows, his fingers may be bleeding. Or sweating. Both profusely. The experience is nothing like anything he has ever experienced before. Not even the attempted invasion on Russia.(Arguably because of the seasonal mismatch, but this poor narrator does not have enough credibility to judge that much).
And there he is. Victorious, at last.
Napoleon falls face-first into dust. Comte did not have enough time to introduce asphalt roads to XIX century France. (The construction crews were all booked until the end of July). He lifts his gaze, Mitsuki staring down at him with stern eyes.
"You pass," she sniffs, a singular crystal-clear and mountain-spring-cool tear rolling down from the corner of her eye. "Come now, we shall dine."
"Mitsuki?" Napoleon asks.
"Crepes first, 'Leon. The dessert comes last," Arthur shouts from below one hundred layers of sunscreen. Very well. If the ghost of the mansion says so, that must be the law.
--
Tag List: @cilokgoang @violettduchess @pathogenic @fang-and-feather @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @tele86
I'd say I'm sorry, but I don't enjoy lying.
68 notes · View notes
captainknell · 1 year
Text
I just read something about when Napoleon was exiled in Elba:
He was so bored that he started taking up practical jokes: once he slipped a fish into Bertrand's pocket, then asked him for the loan of a handkerchief, so that the fish came slopping out on to the table.
WHAT. I need to know if the fish was dead or alive. Fish out of water abso-fucking-lutely terrifies me. I would be out of my mind if that happened to me. 😭
68 notes · View notes
druid-boy-punk · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
I forgor
Tumblr media Tumblr media
The sketches
64 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Frensh Atlandre Masalmon coming to your local supermarket in the marshal aisle!
Art Trade with my belov grampa @flowwochair love them and their pathetic back pain
Tumblr media Tumblr media
26 notes · View notes
simplylotus · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
fishuary day 3: wrasse
5 notes · View notes
dolphin1812 · 1 year
Text
The Orientalism continues in this chapter. I wrote about it yesterday, and @cliozaur has written about it as well, and it just gets worse. Hugo repeats these tropes both within Europe (”Rome blossoming out in Paris”) and without (Tibet, India, Turkey, Egypt, etc), placing all of these locales on a temporal and developmental framework; France is at the pinnacle in spite of its problems, Spain and Italy trail behind, and “Asia” is last. I referenced the colonial links to this, and they’re clear here as well. The idea that these “social ills” are worth “fighting” was a justification for colonialism (the “civilizing” aspect), and when combined with the idea that people in these cloisters can’t think for themselves (with their “walled-up brains”), Hugo’s call for resistance to these structures can also seem like an insistence on intervention. 
@cliozaur referenced the sanitary metaphor in yesterday’s chapter, and that’s also present here:
“Whoever says cloister, says marsh. Their putrescence is evident, their stagnation is unhealthy, their fermentation infects people with fever, and etiolates them; their multiplication becomes a plague of Egypt. We cannot think without affright of those lands where fakirs, bonzes, santons, Greek monks, marabouts, talapoins, and dervishes multiply even like swarms of vermin.”
Aside from direct terms like “unhealthy,” “fever,” and “plague,” the environmental language here hints at the influence of miasma theory, which held that “bad smells” (like rot) could make one sick. The “marsh” and the “putrescence [of the cloister]” allude to this, with their “putrid” scents bringing illness to the otherwise “healthy” land of France. The idea that the “East” was diseased was its own Orientalist trope, and Hugo listing religious figures from outside of the “West” here makes it clear that he subscribed to it to some extent. Even worse, he describes these figures as “vermin,” further linking them to disease and dehumanizing them. The idea that they “swarm” also makes them seem threatening through numbers, as if they could “overwhelm” places that Hugo sees as good.
I think this line also sums up a lot of what Hugo’s saying about the past here:
“As for us, we respect the past here and there, and we spare it, above all, provided that it consents to be dead.”
“Respect” for the past can only happen when it’s “past,” and even then only “here and there.” It’s treated as an enemy that can be “spared” rather than as a simple fact (”something that happened”) or as something that can coexist with other factors (Hugo thought this at the same time that convents still existed; one society could hold many contradictory viewpoints and lifestyles). On the one hand, this rhetoric can be effective in calling for social change. Hugo sees the convent as an unjust, oppressive structure, and we can see why from his descriptions of Petit-Picpus’ convent. On the other, it’s difficult to just accept that it should “consent to be dead” not only because that binary between “past” and “present” is an oversimplification, but because it wasn’t dead. The convent was dying in that its members were all dying of age, but it was still serving as a shelter for women who had nowhere else to go. Ideally, they would have alternatives. But “attacking” the convent when, on a purely material basis (because the religious and spiritual dimension is another thing entirely), there was no alternative for many of these women feels harsh. Again, this is not to defend the convent. But even if the French Revolution had changed the role of religion in society, it had not provided alternatives for women at that time (as seen in the text), and the women who had lost other lifestyles (noblewomen, nuns from destroyed orders) were still alive in the period he describes. Hugo frames convents as holdovers from the past that are held up as good by the Restoration, which applies “to the past a glazing which they call social order, divine right, morality, family, the respect of elders, antique authority, sacred tradition, legitimacy, religion.” However, we know that the convent clashes with the government on some issues, like burials, even if the government can support it as a way of upholding “religion.” Consequently, its position was more complicated than a simple “holdover” or propaganda for the Restoration. As before, Hugo’s Orientalism is accompanied by a gross oversimplification of the past, even as it is present in his own text. 
14 notes · View notes
mangostar · 2 months
Text
200 bait later still no damn mahi mahi
2 notes · View notes
Note
if we got to submit real people i would submit napoleon (that one french guy)
napoleon is a malewife is truly a wildly unique take that almost has me reconsidering this rule
19 notes · View notes
michaeladrianwright · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Some fun character portraits I've been working on 🤡
5 notes · View notes
marinememes · 2 years
Text
!Trigger Warning! (Talk of Animal Death ahead)
I received some devastating news today from my co-workers. My favorite fish at the Aquarium I work at died last night. Our Napoleon Wrasse (aka Humphead Wrasse) aged 26, was bitten by one of the younger sharks in the tank, which started a feeding frenzy for all of the other sharks. This is a very sad time time for me, but unfortunately, these things do happen.
I'm going to miss you, Dynamite. Rest easy.
Tumblr media
65 notes · View notes
mamelukeraza · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
so, yeah, metternich
19 notes · View notes