#for their-seafaring-ways

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

Some people wish Ariel did more during climax of The Little Mermaid, but honestly, I'm glad it was kept as it is. Not only did the climax transpire like that precisely because Ariel was the one who killed Flotsam and Jetsam after Ursula was about to blast Eric off existence, and my girl was definitively not about to let that happen in the absolute slightest, but it shows the lengths Eric was willing to go to save and keep Ariel safe, demonstrating his deep love for her. Also, Ursula was forcing this man to marry her, taking away his whole automony away from him, using him as a means to an end, so hell yes he deserved to impale her ass. He's still one of the extremely few Disney characters to deliberately kill the villain, and he did it without the help of magic, so that alone makes him the GOAT.

[artisticmoki]

Studying Bjørn for Aske-Bjorn week 💪

[deconstructthesoup]

There are two wolves inside of me

One of them wants to give the freaky sea goddess for my original story (who I'm currently writing a sea shanty about) a unique visual design

The other wants to honor Josh Ruben and make her have the body of a really hot woman and the face of a fuckin' whale

[luv-again]

this pirate au is gonna be a titan actually. i'm only a few scenes down, sitting comfortably at 3.2k words and we're very VERY far from the end

posting this as one solid chapter might give y'all heart irregularities </3

[crumblingshale]

spawned on an island with a single tree so i made a boat and headed like actually 1200 blocks away to find actual land, and landed on this beach with a shipwreck in the sand so i guess we're off to a very cinematic start :p

[anukkuna]

Day 11: Sleeping on the job

So, here's the obvious thing: there is a patron saint of those who sleep on the job and her name is Pia.

If you're feeling tired but you still have work to do, you may pray to St. Pia. Rest assured that there is a parallel universe where Pia will fall asleep in your stead (because, yes, that is how patron saints work. they mess around in parallel universes, although they sometimes switch. After all these centuries, their desktops are a complete mess.)

However, this is not the only way in which St. Pia will work her miracles. If you actually have some time to spare, she may grant you a well advised power nap, so you may wake up refreshed and ready to go.

If you don't have time to spare though (because, let's say, an important meeting is due) St. Pia will appear and wake you up, so you may not miss your appointments.

So, when considering which patron saint to invoke next, keep in mind that there is St. Pia. (Luckily, she isn't picky when it comes to offers, so snacks, coffee, fast food - anything is fine).

Praise be. 🙏

[roxanedrawing]

the difference a background will make for the atmosphere of a drawing!

(I made these for the cover of a publication – the full colour version was on the front cover, the simple line version was a small vignette for the back cover.)

[blackvahana]

Reminds me actually of the sun eye... Not the Sky Eye, the specific eye pattern that Ahi/Lev has uh. occasionally.

[thevelaryons]

Marilda’s name doesn’t just mean ‘emerald’ but also ‘famed battle maid’, which appears to be a reference to the valkyries from Norse mythology. The valkyries carried out the duty of guiding fallen heroes into the afterlife, to the realm of the gods (the Æsir). Really puts into perspective Marilda transporting Corlys’ body on her ship called Mermaid’s Kiss, out to his ship the Sea Snake, and then having him buried in the Narrow Sea (domain of the god known as the Merling King).

[waywardsalt]

for some reason i only recently realized another fun aspect of bellum x linebeck, that being at its core it’s kind of like what if a sea captain fell in love with the kraken and vice versa

[blood-ology]

This song is so Izzy / edizzy to me :(

[bloomfish]

to be fair i was thinking about pirates or something before i saw this but i honest to god thought this was about boats. i'm cured

[silvershayde]

I’m so good at world building but trash at telling a story whoops

[questionable-doctor]

final attacks! normally i would post them all separately but these are intertwined... brothers in arms...

[aggravatedanarchy]

Favorite mode of transportation?

Honestly, I've only ever walked and been driven places before (cars and buses, but like, school buses- not public transport. I think you have to call people about that here if it's something you need/want.) In theory, it's trains though. I just think they're neat and I would probably enjoy myself on one.

OH WAIT. I have been on boats before- like, small ones. I get kinda nervous on them though. And seasick, depending on stuff. So trains still take the lead.

[littleapplle]

00:40.

I feel like a lot of people forget just how romantic rafayel is and can be.

Because sensuality comes with ease to him. He's a creature from the deep, incarnated in the body sculpted by the waves that break harshly against the rocks close to the shore, with the facial features of a god, surely hand painted with care by sea nymphs.

And before being something worthy of unending worship and adoration, the kind you'd drop on your knees, pray, praise, and bowl in respect, Rafayel is an artist.

Beside the inextinguishable flame in his heart, there is the burning passion of performing. Not literally, but Rafayel is something big, meant to be seen. Love and seduction come with ease to a being like him. His tongue is sharp but always drips with honey when you need it the most, and his bicolor hues burn with nothing but pure, genuine dedication.

So when you call him after work, voice low and strangled like a tormented sailor during a harsh storm, he listens. Waiting for the right moment to lure you in like a siren. Not out of malice, never, just the urge to tend to your troubled, seafarer mind.

And once you arrive at his studio, dragged in by his lovely voice, he's already waiting for your arrival in a silky robe, a bottle of wine in one hand while the other holds two crystal glasses.

Moonlight peeks through the thin, light fabric of the curtains adorning the tall windows of the studio. He guides you to the bathroom, and you wonder for a moment how much air can his lungs actually hold in. His humming, lullaby like, never stops.

His steps are light. If it weren't for his sweet voice, you'd barely be able to spot him in the dark corridor. The bathroom door is ajar, letting the candles’ flames finally give you a proper view of your lover.

You don't process if it's tiredness, his voice or both that make your brain grow foggy and your eyes droopy but you pay no mind, giving yourself entirely to him as an act of trust, a prayer to the one you worship with fervor.

His hands handle you with genuine care. His lips meet the back of your neck, and his nose fits just right on nape. Like a piece of a shattered porcelain art piece that slowly comes all together once again.

With his help and guidance, your dirty uniform falls on the floor. Your bare body is barely illuminated by the shaky flames burning the candles’ wick.

You're the first one to sink into the warm, scented water on his stupidly large tub. The atmosphere is too cozy, and soon, your mind finds ease and well-deserved rest.

Rafayel's eyes stare at you with a loving gaze. The intimacy that doesn't necessarily need to be sexual to feel good. That's where he feels at home.

His siren melody falters, giving space for a chuckle to leave his throat once he notices your sleepy form.

Silently, his robes come undone, and he joins you on the bathtub, a glass in hand. Sipping the velvety liquid, he guides your limp body closer to his, worried you'll slip and choke on soapy water while sleeping.

Rafayel is a sly, smart siren that lures you in when you need it the most. Rafayel is the artist that has you as his muse. Rafayel is the man who puts on extra performances like this as acts of praise.

And he wouldn't have it in any other way.

I wrote this in an hour while watching tiktok uhmm