#rivermaid

[kelseykingillustration]

A quick snack

[starshinesoldier]

#noodlersheartofdarkness #heartofdarkness #qorwatercolors #mgrahamwatercolors #rosihandmadesketchbook #originalcharacter #oc #Rhine #rivermaid #mermaid #glitterwatercolor Finally colored some lineart from July. #myart #starshinesoldier

[sweetearthandnorthernsky]

23 for rivermaid/water spirit of choice?

23. Loss of powers/abilities/skills many thoughts head full about beleriandic rivermaidens etc.

Gelion knows. 

Long before the Eldar that dwell by her shores know, she knows. 

She knows long before Ulmo shakes the ground or Manwe thunders through the sky or Varda’s stars burn with too intense light. 

It is subtle, at first, barely even noticeable until it is too late. 

Her waters are less clear than she usually keeps them.

More foul things cross her shores.

She is unable to see as far as she might.

Then, all burns.

The fish and creatures that make their homes in her water die, poisoned.

Helevorn is defiled, and Gelion doesn't know if her friend will ever be able to leave her waters again.

The days grow darker, and it is all Gelion can do to keep those dwelling along her shores -- retreating from the fighting that shakes the coast -- safe, but soon she will not be able to do that anymore.

Piece by piece, like the shore chipping at a stone bank, Beleriand chips under the force of the Valar and the Maiar fighting with all their might.

She is a spectator now, unable to offer even mild protection.

When Beleriand finally capsizes, like a boat dragged under the riptide, she wonders if it was the right choice.

[dellamortethelesser]

The Riverside

a little short thing I wrote for my dnd oc Trygve and his girlfriend Katrin 😌

Trygve laughed as Katrin pulled him along to the river’s edge. Her spritely feet seemed to find no hindrance as she danced past the forested edge to the Tearstain River. Far were they from the watchful eyes inside the wall of his uncle’s holdfast, and with the breath of spring wind warming their backs, they knew that there would be no one to chide them as they spent their day together.

“Where are you taking me?” He asked as they came to a stop on the stony edge. “Are you planning to wile me away into the river, drown me as a nymph might? Will I become so moonstruck by your fabled beauty that you will pull me under?” His hands snaked around her waist as Katrin giggled.

“You tease me!” She accused. “I am not a pretty rivermaid, Trygve, but you might be a sly fox.I brought you here because I found this part of the river once when I was a girl. My mother brought me here to pluck heather for dyes as a child.” She gestured with her hand to the river, and Trygve turned his head to follow the line of her hand. “I would hop along the stepping-stones here while she worked. She was always afraid that I would fall in.”

“Did you?” He asked. Trygve’s lip twitched upward into a smile as he imagined the smaller, round-faced child that Katrin was, hopping along the stones and singing her fairy-songs.

“Once,” she laughed. “It was early winter–the river hadn’t frozen yet, but the stones were icy. I had never felt water so cold. Thankfully my mother was there to drag me out before I could turn to ice. It didn’t stop me from jumping across again when the spring came the next year and thawed them out.”

“How fortunate for me, then,” Trygve said as he reached up to brush a loose strand of brown hair away from her face. “That you did not turn to ice that fateful winter morning, so that you could bring me back here in this warm spring. Do you wish to hop across the stones now?”

“Now you’ve made me scared of nymphs!” Katrin protested. She chases the sensation of Trygve’s hand against her cheek and in her hair. “I have a much better idea of what we could do today instead of jumping river-stones.”

“Oh?” Trygve said. “And what idea have you in mind, Katrin? What could be more fun than jumping river-stones? I, for one, have never found a thing more riveting than–”

“You talk too much,” Katrin groaned before she leaned up to press her lips to his. Trygve chuckled into the gentle kiss, and his hands settled at her waist with a feather-light touch. Slowly he pulled her closer to him, and Katrin reached up to grasp at the high collar of his shirt. “There,” she said as she pulled away. “Is that not more fun than river-stones?”

“It is,” Trygve agreed as he blinked his brown eyes open once more. “What else did you have planned?”

“Something… like… this.” The mischievous grin on Katrin’s face was so quick that Trygve had no chance to think about what was in store for him before he was nimbly brought to the ground–thankfully on the grassy knoll near the shore rather than the stones themself. Katrin’s laughter echoed through the treeline where it opened upon the river.

She loped her arms around his neck and dragged Trygve down. His red hair was like fire spread across the green grass of spring, and her dress was stained with the color of verdant life. “Promise me that you will love me forever,” she whispered. Trygve, who knew his word was his oath and honor, said nothing and merely smiled as he leaned down to kiss her. That is promise enough.

When they had enough of playing kissing games by the river, they stripped down to their smallclothes to play their stepping-stone games and their swimming games instead. The cool waters with the warm sun on their backs only lends to laughter as they chase and swim and kiss until the sun is high overhead. They ate fresh ripe berries from between their fingers and drank of honey-mead that Trygve had snuck from the jarl’s personal store.

Soon, Trygve wrapped Katrin up in his arms as he leaned back against the grassy knoll on the shoreline. She hummed pleasantly, and draped her soft and plush form across his lean body. Together they spent the rest of the afternoon curled up together in sleep. Warmed by heart and honey-mead and the sun itself, there they rested until the blue sky was streaked with hues of gold and pink and purple, and Trygve was only roused from his slumber by the gentle kisses of his lover.

[a-lonely-dunedain]

Mosspuddle!!!

she's literally just a bog hobbit <3 yes she might be an spirit of Ulmo older than the sun itself maybe depending on what rivermaids actually ARE, but deep down she's literally just a girl in a bog. minding her own business (expect for when she's pulling pranks on passing Big Folk)

[piffeller]

RIVERMAID

[islandnaturals]

As Ancestral vibrations shift the frequency A canopy of greenery embraces me ...Trod to the mountain In search of the fountain🎶 #ancestralplane #rivermumma #rivermaid #rivercleanse #riverbath #islandbruja #iamtipharah (at Jamaica) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLxcrtrBA2K/?igshid=13xcsk843ftfp

[vivacitypith]

[aquariuz]

So this happened. Its a dragonfly mermaid tail, a custom request. And why not?? Dragon flies are aquatic creatures...💙I love that any creature who lives in or around the water can be turned into a theme for a mermaid tail. So many possibilities!! Love how this turned out, and the wings are detachable~#mermaids #mermazing #mermaidvibes #dragonfly #mermaidlife #littlemermaid #mermaidsarereal #mermaidtail #fabrictails #mermaidobsessed #merfolk #waternymph #reallifemermaid #underwatermermaid #cosplaymermaid #cosplay #mermaidhair #mermaidsofinstagram #rivermaid #rivermaiden (at Aquariuz)

[storyandmyth]

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THE BUTTERFLY KNOWS INSTINCTIVELY OF ITS DAY IN THE COCOON THAT THE DARK IS WHERE YOU GO TO FIND THE LIGHT. It does not question or argue with the purpose of its struggle. It knows only to not give up. It cannot know that on the other side it will soon transform into a beautiful butterfly. Without its struggle through the dark cocoon, the caterpillar could not gather the fluid it must have to break free and fly. IN ORDER TO TRANSFORM, THE BUTTERFLY MUST GIVE UP A HUNDRED FEET TO GROW TWO WINGS. It must sacrifice what is no longer useful in order to evolve into its beautiful new being. To grow it must let go. Will we? THE BUTTERFLY FLOATS BECAUSE IT HOLDS NO NEGATIVE PSYCHIC ENERGY. It may remain a mystery to scientists how a butterfly’s wings, relative to their size, can push more air than a bird, and allow it to hover like a helicopter. But to those of us who look heavenward for explanation, a simple answer awaits. IN CHAOS THEORY, THE PRINCIPLE KNOWN AS THE “BUTTERFLY EFFECT” MEANS THAT ANY SEEMINGLY INSIGNIFICANT ACTION CAN CHANGE THE COURSE OF ONE’S DESTINY, OR HISTORY ITSELF. The butterfly cannot choose to be mindful of its actions. But we can, and must, if we are to rise to our calling, whatever that may be for each of us. - Christina Carlino . . . . . #butterflyeffect #cocoon #caterpillar #butterfly #butterflywoman #blessingbeads #madewiththoughtandintent #madebypersonswithdisabilities #river #rivermaid #rivermumma #beadbracelets #transformation #purpose #vacationjewelry #islandessentials #islandgifts

[goowakjaistore]

Pixie Pears $1.99 3 Lbs Bag @ 99 Cent Store

Pixie Pears $1.99 3 Lbs Bag @ 99 Cent Store

Here’s something that I haven’t really considered doing a product review: bags of fruit from the 99 cent store. Now, I know what you’re thinking. It’s a fruit. It’s a pear. How is it any different than any other bags of fruit or individual pears that you can buy at a supermarket? Well, the first thing that immediately comes to mind is freshness. If you go to your local Vons, Ralph’s, Food4Less,…

[starshinesoldier]

#sonnet #sonnetwatercolors #ink #penandink #dippen #indiaink #mermaids #mermaid #rivermaid #rivermermaid #mermaiden #oc #originalcharacter #rhode Whoops, colored this a while ago but forgot to post it. #myart #starshinesoldier https://www.instagram.com/p/BvIHmDtldeu/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1owzofw8ni488

[shrimpandcrits]

Barb is the best character on our show,

and this is our best merch.

Prove me wrong. You can’t

[mermaidenmystic]

Rivermaid by freelance artist Andy Smith ~ https://www.artstation.com/artwork/k4VaVl

[kelseykingillustration]

It’s Mermay, so I thought I’d finally finish this one up! Enjoy some forest rivermaids...