#portraits by the siren

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

I.XII.MMXXIII

Paris, France

Some pictures I took wandering around today

[endrae]

Trying to scrape up from the current art block by doing some new token art for uncle Naeem

[crtki]

more art hello void !! this is my pirate oc sidra who gets turned into a siren <3 (she/her)

[sirenspells]

Some nuggets

The last portrait in the second image is a small edit by me as there isn't a hatless version of that expression

[empyreansentinel]

angel being constantly shown in photos after her death makes me SICK whenever i think about it for too long. her own self portraits, the one in the casino, jacks office, the jakobs estate. so many little glimpses of her only after she's already gone.

[strijkdesign]

"Viridiana"

[john-ts-sh-ai]

♫ ♫ ♫

[andyfalcons]

The Siren

This piece was for a competition I did a couple weeks ago— and it got first place!

[simmetrybby]

hide ur rich ceo’s she’s coming 🫦

click4hq

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[la-cocotte-de-paris]

A quick taster of the views I had while going for a walk

[bluejay-makes]

Pirate captain for @six0fswords

[crtki]

hi i’m ciara i draw lesbians !!!

[sirenspells]

Heyyy

Collaborative effort between me and @gilfodile she made the second and fourth ones

[artofmarlo]

mermaid 3

[alexanderpearce]

whatever self portraits as office girl on mountain (2024)

[frenziedflame6]

"The ballad told of a certain witcher and a certain poet. About how the witcher and the poet met on the seashore, among the crying of seagulls, and how they fell in love at first sight. About how beautiful and powerful was their love. About how nothing–not even death–was able to destroy that love and part them. Dandelion knew that few would believe the story told by the ballad, but he was not concerned. He knew ballads were not written to be believed, but to move their audience. Several years later, Dandelion could have changed the contents of the ballad and written about what had really occurred. He did not. For the true story would not have moved anyone. Who would have wanted to hear that the Witcher and Little Eye parted and never, ever, saw each other again? About how four years later Little Eye died of the smallpox during an epidemic raging in Vizima? About how he, Dandelion, had carried her out in his arms between corpses being cremated on funeral pyres and had buried her far from the city, in the forest, alone and peaceful, and, as she had asked, buried two things with her: her lute and her sky blue pearl. The pearl from which she was never parted. No, Dandelion stuck with his first version. And he never sang it. Never. To no one."