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[ID: A series of Moby Dick themed Valentine’s cards. each has a drawing accompanied by some phrase and “To: / From:” fields. More detailed IDs in alt text for each.]
A day late but happy belated Valentine’s Day 🥰🥰🥰 normally i just repost my Moby Dick Valentines (or Whale-entines, if you will) that i made um. oh god. five years ago. jesus christ. anyway normally i just repost those, but a) those are on my old deleted blog (rip) and b) an upgrade / remaster w my current skills has been long overdue, so here that is, plus some new additions :) so have some new whalentines💖🥰 some cursed, some wholesome, some both. go forth and enjoy
and read my mobydick webcomic!
some fun little notes for those interested:
RIP Ishmael, you would've loved Urban Dictionary, Sufjan Stevens, and Heartstopper
RIP Ahab, you would've loved moveable prosthetics, Life360, and anger management classes
RIP Starbuck, you would've loved the DSM-5, HR, and the phrase "shut the fuck up"
RIP Stubb, you would've loved ASMR YouTube channels, brain rot humor, and starting flame wars on Twitter
RIP Flask, you would've loved platform boots, saying "bro it's not that deep", and prepackaged sticks of salted butter
RIP Fedallah, you would've loved the gift of prophecy awarded to people on tumblr, not having a phone, and 2020 COVID lockdown
RIP Queequeg, you would've loved Obergefell vs. Hodges, sweatpants, and having personal beef with the Duolingo owl
RIP Tashtego, you would've loved cotton candy vape, trolling people on the internet, and calling things "white people nonsense"
RIP Daggoo, you would've loved not playing basketball (out of spite), offering "uppies", and work visas
RIP Pip, you would've loved child labor laws, kazoos, and water wings
Strays
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Fluffuary 2026 | Day 28: Adopting a pet
C'mon now, can't have a monthly prompt without Daggoo
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“What is it with you and strays?” Mulder asks over the whining of the wiry-haired dog caged in the back seat.
“I don’t know, Mulder. They just seem to be drawn to me.” She grins to herself, her face in her cellphone.
“How are you even going to get him on the plane? You’re taking him across state lines without any paperwork.”
“I have this pocket-sized, shiny, fun thing in my pocket that usually helps me get what I want.” She pats her left breast.
“I doubt your vibrator will help you get this mutt on the plane, Scully.”
She looks up at that and gives him a disbelieving look. “I’ll have you know, I don’t own that particular…model anymore.”
“Oh? You finally wear the batteries out?”
“I found something more esthetically pleasing. And can be recharged with a USB cable.”
Mulder chuckles to himself. Ever the most prepared out of the two of them, he had to wonder why she asked to borrow his charging cord the night before when he spotted, over her shoulder, said phone attached to cord on her side table before she closed the door on him.
“Could’ve just knocked, Scully.”
“Ahh, but we don’t do that anymore, do we Mulder?” She lolls her head against the headrest to stare at his profile.
He’s quiet and shifts in his seat. “I don’t recall that being a mutual decision.”
“Well, this little guy is going to need some room to run around. It’ll give me an excuse to come by more often and work on our communication skills.”
“Wait!” Mulder’s head whips to his right. “He’s staying with me?! Why is he staying with me?! I don’t even want the dog!”
The whining gets louder in the back seat, the mutt tries to bite his way out of the metal cage. Scully shushes the K-9 to get him to settle, her fingers reaching between the bars to scratch behind his ears.
Mulder could kick himself for word vomiting about the dog. She’s now this mutt’s plus one. Of course the dog can stay at the house if it means he gets to spend time with her, too.
“I’m sorry, Scully. Of course the mutt can stay with me. Your landlord probably won’t allow you to have pets regardless...Unless you show him that badge of yours to get your way, too?”
“Oh no, I show him other things to get my way.”
Mulder turns pale overthinking all the possibilities.
“Mulder!” Scully lightly smacks his upper arm. “I’m kidding!”
He has to swallow the bile down before he can speak. “Heh, heh, yeah.”
They ride in silence for a few more miles.
“You brought up a good point, though.”
“Oh?” Scully leans her back towards the door so she could look at Mulder.
Surprisingly, Mulder pulls off to the side and put the car in park.
“Are…are you seeing…what I mean is, is there anyone…special…in your life?” He plays with his fingers, unable to look at her.
She reaches out to place her hand over his and intertwines their fingers. “You’re the only special one, Mulder. There hasn’t been anyone else.” The reassuring squeeze she gives him allows the breath he’d been holding to release.
“Same for me, Scully. You’re still my one in five billion…I guess it’s over seven billion now?”
“I like those odds.” Her grin is contagious.
A yip from the back seat breaks up their intimacy. “Alright, alright. Let’s get you home, Mutt!”
As Mulder starts up the car and pulls back onto the main road, Scully pipes up.
“He does have a name, you know.”
“Oh?”
“Daggoo.”
“We need to discuss your naming animals capability or lack thereof.”
Daggoo yips in the backseat, his tongue lolling out of the corner of his mouth. Looking at him through the rearview mirror, Mulder could almost see the dog smile.
I'll follow him around the Horn, and around the Norway maelstrom, and around perdition's flames before I give him up.
Moby Dick - John Huston (1956)
love love LOVE ur moby dick art, it’s so cute and honestly so close to how i imagine the characters in my head <3
Ah heck! Thank you :3
Sorry for the slow reply, but here's a lil Daggoo and Tash, they're playing a card game I don't understand, and I imagine they'd be playing yu-gi-oh if it existed back then
!!PEOQUOD LINEUP!!
or as many of them as I could reasonably fit
hello everyone, I made a series of doodles to put inside of my copy of MobyDick and I would like to share them :3 pls enjoy:
[ID: Two traditional drawings. Ahab shows off his new pegleg with a flourish. Ishmael infodumps about whales to a fond Queequeg. End ID.] [More detailed ID in ALT.]
New Leg Goofin is for chapters 108-9, when Ahab gets fitted with his new leg! it's right before a super devastating chapter so i needed to make myself laugh lmao
Wikipedia Page About Every Whale is for the whole goddamn book, honestly, but I chose to put it at the beginning of ch.32, Cetology, where Ishmael really does try to explain every whale ever
[ID: A comic of Stubb and Flask bursting into Ahab's quarters, thinking the Captain is in danger, only to find Ahab and Fedallah playing a game of cards. End ID.] [More detailed ID in ALT.]
This gem belongs to p.344 where Stubb wonders if Fedallah means to kidnap Ahab, which was such a baffling ridiculous concept that I couldn't help but make fun of it. literally Ahab snuck this man on board bro, what the fuck is fedallah going to do to him. they're playing uno. shut up
[ID: Two drawings, with the first showing Pip after being cast away, haunted and alone on the deck of the Pequod. The other shows Ishmael and Queequeg homoerotically grasping hands while processing whale spermaceti. End ID.] [More detailed ID in ALT.]
this goes out to chapters 93-95, because the UNREAL whiplash from "a child was just abandoned at sea" to "hey let's be horny about whale oil" is still the most insane transition of all time. Ishmael, what the fuck
[ID: A simply doodled meme diagram for how to greet a fellow amputee. The "wrong" answer shows Captains Ahab and Boomer shaking hands, while the "right" answers show Ahab in a handstand and then kicking his leg up high, both times to cross his prosthetic with Boomer's. End ID.] [More detailed ID in ALT.]
this goes out to p. 454. every interaction between these two absolutely delighted me but my mental image for the specific line about them "crossing ivory limbs" got. very silly.
[ID: A small comic of Ahab asking the Harpooners to give him blood to temper his harpoon in. They stare back at him with varying expressions of confused, uncomfortable disbelief. End ID.]
the last one, for p.504. yknow that feel when your boss just walks up and asks you to bleed on his custom made harpoon??? yeah uh. normal workday things
anyways thank you for reading, I had a delightful time making these and am so very fond of them all, so yea :3
credit as always for the designs goes to the darling @pocketsizedquasar , as well as credit for pricelessly annotating my copy of MD and thus getting me to actually read it, love youuuu💙💙