#nymphe

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𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓑𝓸𝔂𝓼...? 𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓣𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓜𝔂 𝓓𝓪𝓭!

[liliesdiary]

I Bet She Bangs Like A Fairy On Acid

Daryl Dixon x River Nymphe

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She bangs like a fairy on acid | Elita

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“In the forest there's a fairy, she waits for me. She tells me if I hurry, my dreams will come true. She tells me she wants it, so I started to kiss her lips. Milk and honey drips.”

The trees of the forest danced as the man sat by the river, the sounds of their movements along with the movement of the river sounded like instruments to a song. The exhausted man sat on a log as he closed his eyes, enjoying the song. He sighed as he rested on the log next to his dog, he wanted nothing more than to find his brother.

Then there was a sweet voice that was as smooth as silk that interrupted his thoughts. A voice that would soothe the most miserable creatures. The soft and alluring voice sang a tune that was like no other. His dog barked at the voice but didn't know where it was coming from. It sounded so haunting yet so magical. Daryl couldn't believe his ears, he looked around the forest to see where the haunting voice came from but he saw no one.

She hummed a tune that was carved deep inside of his mind, he was hypnotized. Her singing blended in with the trees rustling along the wind and the sounds of the river.

It was getting dark as Daryl relentlessly looked for the maiden yet Daryl and his dog couldn't find her. Her voice got more loud as the hours passed by, the darker it got the more haunting her voice became. Daryl started to feel hazy, almost high. He stumbled out of the forest and ran back to his small cabin he was temporarily staying at.

He panted as he shut the cabin door behind him, his heart was beating so fast. He sat on his bed and listened to the voice as he drifted on to sleep. The song traveled its way to his dreams and haunted him. When he woke up the voice stopped yet it echoed in his mind. He spent days looking for her, there was nothing else on his mind but the maiden’s voice.

The days passed and he was sitting by the same river again. He was resting his eyes as he heard dog bark and leave his side, he looked up and saw dog running up to a maiden. Daryl was startled by the maiden, not only by her presence but she was also naked. She had long beautiful hair and hypnotizing eyes that made his heart stop beating. Daryl hesitated to speak, unsure of what to say first. He gave her a tiny wave, ”What’s yer name?”

The maiden didn't speak, she only played with his dog and didn't look up . Daryl tried again, “Were you the one singing these past few days?”

The maiden was silent for a bit, she broke the silence, “Yes, you look lonely. I wanted to sing you a tune.”

Daryl looked down for a second and blushed at her voice, it sounded like honey. He tried to not look at her bare body but he couldn't help but catch himself staring at her breasts. He wanted to caress them so badly.

He lowered his head and whispered, “I like yer voice, it's nice...”

The maiden smiled and walked closer to the blushing man, “did my voice soothe you?”

Daryl blushed at the maiden, her bare body so close to his. “Mhm.”

The maiden smiled and slowly raised her hands to his dirty cheek. He tried to look away from her haunting eyes but they were so alluring. She caressed his face and hummed softly. It was a short yet enhancing tube that made Daryl soften. His eyes teared up and her affection.

“something else is haunting you, I can fix that.”

Daryl looked into her eyes, ��I’m looking for my brother, we never found the body. I've been looking for him ever since, it's been haunting me.”

The maiden raised her face to his level, her soft lips so close to his. “I know how to bring him back, if you come with me all of your dreams will come true.”

Daryl's eyes softened and he moved closer, “How do we bring him back?”

The maiden touched his hands and brought his calloused hands to her soft cheek. “kiss me.”

Daryl hesitated, he looked at her soft milky lips. He touched her lips with his thumb, hypnotized by them. He then pulled her into a deep kiss. Her lips tasted like milk and honey, he moaned at the taste. The forest and the river sang as the maiden kissed his calloused lips.

He then started to take off his clothes, he was hypnotized by her. They continue to kiss and end up on the soft grass, his hands roamed all over her silk body. Her moans were so soft and small, he kissed her small breasts and looked up at her face.

She smiled at him and looked to her right, there was a mushroom. She ripped it out and raised it to her mouth. She took a bite and raised it to his mouth, “take a bite…”

He listened without a thought and took a small bite, he swallowed the bitter taste. The maiden smiled and continued to kiss him as they laid in the soil. He closed his eyes and savored the taste of her lips.

Then all of a sudden, he hears her voice echo in his head. Petals start to melt off her skin. He started to spin. His eyes widened and tried to escape her grasp but she wouldn't let go.

Then he woke up. Her voice still haunting his mind as he panted in his bed. He shook his head and fell in a daze, her voice echoed in his mind and haunted him. He wondered if it was all a nightmare and tried to forget about it but then he looked to his right and saw the same mushroom that was half bitten..

She was haunting him.

[donacienpingoin]

《 Bain de soleil des chevaliers 》 in creation.♡

[francoise-larouge]

JosephFelon-01-2024©FrançoiseLarouge

[whatevs1dc]

Nymphe

[estellito]

🌷 NYMPH 🌷 est une série que j'ai développée et co-crée avec @sparklerutile en 2018 chez @bobbypillsstudio et qui devait être diffusée sur la plateforme @blackpills, le projet a été interrompu. Voici quelques artworks, et l'animatique de l'épisode 2 dispo ici :

[philoursmars]

Douai (Nord), le Musée de la Chartreuse. Une visite pour la Nuit des Musées. Ici, on est dans la chapelle.

Charles-Henri-Joseph Cordier : "La Nymphe des Eaux"

Théophile Bra : "Aristodème au tombeau de sa fille"

Eugène-Ernest Chrétien : "Le Printemps"

Patricia Zurini : "Ceci n'était pas mon temps…"

les 2 dernières : le choeur des mineurs polonais

[lovebunniebb]

𝓓𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 📓

[liliesdiary]

The River Nymphe That Haunts Rick Grines

[saturnian-venus]

nymphe conjunct ascendant/in the 1st house

[balu8]

Denis Bodart

[arturocordero83]

Dæmonia Nymphe (self-portrait) by Gina Iacob

[lovebunniebb]

𝓣𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓪𝔂 🎶

[parure-d-insomnie]

''Ma Nymphe''