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A little sea monster/naiad drawing
#sea monster#naiades#greek mythology#ocean#drawing#sketch#artwork#my art#artists on tumblr#illustration#illustration on tumblr#illustrator#alcohol markers#prisma color#hand drawn#traditional art#character design#oc#original character#coral reef
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If you would you think a naiad looks like ? Because the only images I see are of normal looking women
Well I imagine they would look similar to a normal woman, but slightly too beautiful, hair moving like underwater despite being on land, skin shining like damp at all times, eyes reflecting the light just off. Their steps would be too smooth, they don't seem to breathe through their mouth and nose. Their chest is a dash too still.
A lot of what I think they'd look like different from mortals would be just- behavior, slight key differences that make you pause and know they're just a bit other. Just a bit more than human. I think that their state of being would also reflect the state of their river.
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Naiad before
#oil painting#oilpainting#oil on canvas#nymphcore#water nymph#naiad#naiades#water fairy#faecore#faery art#faery magic#faery aesthetic#mythology and folklore#mythology art#sea fairy x moonlight
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To the Naiades
Art: Hylas and the Nymphs by John William Waterhouse (1896)
Come, O nurturing Naiades, Grant me the gift of inspiration To praise you properly with my song. With solemnity and reverence I ask you to partake of its expression And bless it with poetry. Come, O flowing ones, Defenders of purifying founts, Come from your freshwater abodes In lake and river and stream, Come and swim in the flood of my words, Come with favor and furnish my prayer With phosphorescence sacred and pure. Please hear the meaning of my fervent plea, And heed this beckoning for your gracious return.
Harken, O Heleionomai and Pegaiai! Listen, O Limnades and Limnatides! Do you not hear Pan’s call? Wake from your ephemeral sleep, Below the thick crust of razor edge ice. Out of slumber primordial Be roused from beds of soft hydrophyte And turn to the beckoning light of great Helios’ orb. O sinewy nymphs of wave and foam, Break through the shards of the cold grasp of Boreas And breathe warm vapors into the atmosphere. Cut through the particles of Chione’s creation That covers slumbering Gaia and delays her stirring. Melt all transitory matter that would keep the world in limbo, And push our ever-changing sphere into its next glorious phase.
I beg of you, O possessors of caprice, Return charming Hylas to the shore. Advise sweet Aristaeus in making amends, And tend to Dionysos reborn. I plead to you, O keepers of moss and lily, Hurry the Spring and let frigid Winter’s reign Be ended by warmth and fecundity. I pray to you, O charming and elusive ones, Grace your watery oases once more With garlands of flowers and blooms. With your effortless fluidity, Bring fervor and life back To a world bound in hoary frost.
Let us once more see your dances, O bright ones, May we once more hear your songs.
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Naiades Aqua has a lot of fun try on hauls. Everything from cosplay to swimwear. Anime to lounge wear. Come check out some of her vids.
#youtumblr#naiades#naiadesaqua#modelling#cosplay mo#anime cosplay#lingerie#try on lingerie#try on haul#nerdy chicks
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Day 13 of Sirentober / Doctober
Epic / Love
They make me ill
Available as a print on my Etsy Shop
#doctorsiren#the odyssey#epic the musical#odysseus of ithaca#penelope of ithaca#odypen#greek mythology#digital art#my art#procreate#sirentober#sirentober 2024#doctober#doctober 2024#ody’s arms gave me so much trouble I wanted to kill him ☹️#foop told me that Penelope is apparently is the daughter of a naiad so I have her slightly pointed ears 😁#since I give the gods and such bigger pointed ears for the silly
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Naiad Telemachus (au comes from my beloved anon yet again-they can cook fr)
Close ups:
I CANNOT draw seafood :D
#slone asks#epic the musical#epic the musical fanart#artists on tumblr#jorge rivera herrans#the odyssey#epic the wisdom saga#etm#odyssey#epic telemachus#naiad telemachus#telemachus#telemachus of ithaca#prince of ithaca#greek myth#homeric epics#naiad#poseidon#penelope of ithaca#merman au#merman#whatever y'all call male naiads ig#long hair because why not
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POV: You're Anticlea and Laertes of Ithaca and your son came back from Sparta after swearing he was just going for politics
#Now he's carving a tree bed and apparently has to race her dad? Who you may kind of have beef with? :/#...At least he seems really really fucking happy :)#Water Wife#this is about Naiad Pen btw#Mad rambles#shot by odysseus#Mad memes#penelope#penelope of ithaca#odypen#odysseus#odyssey#the odyssey#tagamemnon#greek mythology#anticlea#laertes#odysseus and penelope#odysseus x penelope#odysseus/penelope#this is funny. to me#my headcanons#join me in joyous whimsey :3#epic the musical
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Study for Nymphs Finding the Head of Orpheus by John William Waterhouse (1900)
#john william waterhouse#art#paintings#fine art#1900s#1900s art#romanticism#pre raphaelite#pre raphaelite brotherhood#painting#british art#british artist#art study#mythology#greek mythology#water nymph#naiad#classic art
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All hunters ! [3/?]
#idv#identity v#idv fanart#identity v fanart#idv disciple#idv violinist#idv antonio#idv ann#idv sculptor#galatea claude#idv percy#idv undead#idv breaking wheel#will brothers#idv naiad#idv grace#idv philippe#idv wax artist#idv nightmare
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I HAVENT POSTED HERE IN SO LONG HI IM ALIVE HERES A GRACE ART
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silly hunter doodles
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Hello! I found your blog and love the writing
Here’s sit with me while I tell you my favorite idea 💡
✨So the hunters (all if possible) come back to the manor after a long match of smelling sweat and blood upon walking towards their shred room with reader they catch a scent of their lovers perfume- mind going a mile a minute with the idea of their lover being in they arms and just melting from the stress of the day ✨
Thoughts 💭
ANON. anon...... this is the kind of scenario that makes me CRAZY uegh.. when their judgment's clouded by bloodlust but inhaling your scent brings them back to their senses >>> 🤒 let me be your lighthouse home etc etc. sign me UP.
for some blurbs, this turned into a broader "hunter comes straight to you after a rough match" without the perfume bit. kind of misunderstood the assignment but either way, here's this!
🌪️✂️👘🏳️🏴🦌🐍🪞🎻🔩🐟🕯️
🌪️ Ithaqua brings an air of gloom with him into your bedroom. Driven by nothing but a searing want for you, he skips over any pleasantries to tear off his mask and shove you onto the ground. A bed of wind tries to break your fall, but his impatience gets the better of him; he pins you to the floor with such force that he disrupts his own gale from cushioning your way down. Not that you care in the moment. You’ve been waiting to have him in your arms all day. He leaves a scattering of love bites and wet kisses up your neck.
✂️ Jack has one particular tune that he hums after his worst matches. Months of living together have left you all too familiar with it. His song begins from the foot of the staircase and steadily crisps itself to your ears as he draws nearer. Afraid of the state you might find him in, you rush outside to meet him at the top of the banister. He pauses with one foot on the next step. “Curious,” he says, greeting you with a cordial smile. “It’s not often a little mouse stands in my path—not on purpose.” His blouse is soaked a shade of reddish brown, and no amount of easy banter can hide the weariness in his eye. “Well, you’ve saved me the trouble. I was on my way to ravage you next.”
👘 Michiko drags her nails along the walls of the corridor, leaving a dull streak of blood behind. She doesn’t make a sound when she slips inside your room, practised in her delicate step; you don’t even feel the dip in the mattress before she has her shoulders arched over you. Eyeing you tenderly, she rolls a warm thumb over your cheekbone. “I’m home,” she murmurs. “Your sweet scent led the way again.” She realizes she left a smear of red on your skin, and her hand jerks away, startled by the reminder of what she had been doing just minutes ago.
🏳️ Bi’an’s arms wind around the small of your back, drawing you into his chest for a slow, tender embrace. It’s the first thing he does after returning to the manor: falling straight into your arms. As his lips trail down your forehead, peppering soft kisses in their path, you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer. A whisper escapes you about how out of the blue this is, and in response he brings a kiss to the corner of your eye, prompting them to flutter shut. “Let me have you, just for a little while…” Those sweet kisses he’s so good at descend your neck, growing rougher the lower he goes.
🏴 Wujiu’s arms wind around your stomach, pressing his chest flush against your back. He hasn’t uttered a word since returning from his match, aside from a tepid “Nothing worth mentioning” when asked about his day. This sudden affection takes you by surprise. You try to turn your head to face him but he catches your chin, steering your gaze back to the wall. “Don’t look at me.” Whatever is clouding his mind today is better left alone, you realize. You lay your hands on top of his, squeezing them, encouraging him to let your presence blot out everything on his mind. Warm breath fans your collarbone as he nuzzles into your neck, drinking in your scent.
🦌 Bane doesn’t like to discuss his matches. It makes no difference whether they are quick or slow, a win or a lose, they always weigh on him the same way. He sits on the edge of the bed lost in thought. You decide to break the tension first by greeting him with a hug from behind, your chin hooking over his shoulder. Bane isn’t big on physical affection. But after a while he cups a tender hand to your temple, palm taking up the entirety of your face, and presses you gently into him.
🐍 Yidhra might be the hunter most detached from the nightmares of the manor games. They provide nothing but leisure for her, and she’s never felt particularly passionate about them, win or lose. Her followers are the ones who give her the most trouble. When they resist her will, her consciousness splinters apart, some days leaving her too weak to herd them back again. These are typically the days she comes for you. You aren’t sure when she enters your room, but sometimes you catch glimpses of her tail in your peripheral, never to be seen when you’re looking on purpose. Her voice floats in the back of your mind: Mine, mine, mine, mine… There is nothing that binds you to her, yet you’re the only one who never resists her.
🪞 Mary barges into the room clumsily for someone of her poise. She struggles to prop herself against the door, muddy skirt stiff in awkward folds. “My mind is a mess,” she exclaims, voice clear but breathless at the same time. “Where are you? Come settle me.” The second she spots you, she sulks over to toss her arms around your neck, finding a seat in your lap. Clearly she isn’t concerned about observing her usual decorum today. Her dress is heavy and splotched with muck you don’t care to identify, but you don’t mind holding her as the burdens of the day ease off her shoulders.
🎻 Antonio’s fingers instinctively travel to the liquor cart by the window. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights, but feeling around to find nothing but an empty platter gives him pause. One resigned cluck of his tongue later, you feel tendrils of hair coil around your waist and wrists. They pluck you up from your side of the bed and present you in front of him as if you’re nothing more than a doll. “Not a drop to console me?” he complains, knowing you’ve hidden his bottles again. Then his head tilts slightly, taking in your scent. You can practically see detention’s fiery glow return to his eyes. “No, perhaps you are right—there is something more intoxicating for me here.”
🔩 Percy - “Hm...” He’s scrutinizing you with such intensity that you wonder if something’s on your face. He leans over to take an exaggerated whiff of you, and your heart sinks in offense. You have half a mind to tell him you showered just that morning, so it’s probably not you — besides, he’s the one who’s been tangoing with carcasses all day — but Percy keeps a thoughtful look about him. “You smell full of life,” he muses. “That fragrance you wear, it was popular back in the day. Transports me to the city again.” He would know better than you; you just found this perfume in the trunk of a dusty old room. When he comes closer, clasping either hand around your face, you let him lose himself in the nostalgia. Moments like these are all you have to keep yourselves sane in the manor.
🐟 Grace’s mouth is pulled into a taut frown when she flings open the door. You can see a slight quiver in her lip if you squint. Her harpoon clatters on the ground and she drops onto your bed, braid falling out, face buried in a pillow. There’s little you can do except rub a soothing hand in circles on her back. When she peeks over her arm with a gentle plea in her eyes, you wonder if she’s asking for a deeper massage—but you don’t get the chance to ask before her hand latches onto your forearm, tugging you down to lie with her.
🕯️ Philippe settles for a glass of brandy and his bundle of sketches. He’s resting on the chaise by the foot of the bed, not his work desk where he’d usually be. Rather than drafting new ideas he’s simply thumbing through the old ones, mechanically, breaking from his cycle only for a sip of his glass. It’s like your lover’s been replaced by a puppet. You feel unnerved enough to intervene: stripping him first of his glass, his sketches, then his monocle, you tip him back onto the cushion. You expect him to complain about having to get back to work, but he doesn’t protest. Tonight is for him, you decide. As his dark hair sprawls out beneath him, you straddle his thighs, and his hand reaches up to cup your cheek. “I’m terribly jealous of this magic of yours,” he murmurs, faint lilt in his voice. “It’s always you who brings me back from the stars.”
#hunter by day babygirl by night#i got self conscious about my philippe (solution: make him a lil buzzed to write off anything ooc)#idv x reader#identity v x reader#identity v#ithaqua x reader#antonio paganini x reader#wu chang x reader#bane perez x reader#bloody queen x reader#fan wujiu x reader#xie bian x reader#wax artist x reader#naiad x reader#undead x reader#percy x reader#dream witch x reader#yidhra x reader#geisha x reader#idv imagines#the ripper x reader#idv jack x reader
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I’ll never make you forget
#identity v#idv#norton campbell#idv fool's gold#idv prospector#grace identity v#margaretha zelle#idv naiad#idv female dancer#my art
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Rosemary 🌿
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A Naiad or Hylas with a Nymph (Detail), 1893, by John William Waterhouse.
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