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⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── for @wehavefoundthestars ; a chance encounter.
𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐓 — but Marin finds that she doesn’t entirely mind. It’s one of those rare, stolen away kinds of moments that she wouldn’t replace for the world. Almost always, there is something to do, somewhere to be — and she is meant to act accordingly. Here, she is no one but this tiny and insignificant being, under the starry night sky. She had admired them once, the stars — delighting in the way they burn so brightly from so far. They so rarely shine in London, she’s found — even though they’re far enough out of the city. Often it rains, and when it doesn’t rain, there’s still the looming threat of it in the clouds overhead, gray and falling into line with the rest of the world in black and white. Even the circus tents match the color scheme; but then, this isn’t any other circus.
Luther Prescott is a man of wealth — and all of the luxuries that wealth can afford him. He’s built this circus as an art exhibit — not something for children; but rather, a place one can go to witness real magic, diluted to seem as though it’s just lighting and choreography. A trick of the mind. But it’s beautiful nevertheless. Never mind of course that the mythical theme in his shows is because those in his service are mythical creatures. Marin hadn’t known that she had siren blood before meeting her....boss? Investor? Boyfriend? Whatever it is that he thinks that she is. In any case, Luther had been wealthy enough to free her from Dominik — but though her cage is bigger now, it is still simply that. If Luther weren’t out of town, she wouldn’t be spared moments like this — listening to footfalls on the snow, one pair moving closer than the rest as she watches the steam of her breath hit the air.
Within the circus, she spins on her aerial hoop in beautiful, mesmerizing acts where she sings, transfixes the audience until they all feel happy and vaguely drunk (a party trick that Luther uses to his advantage) — and at the end of her spins and swings, she plummets into a large tank of saltwater and transforms into what she’s apparently always been — different — with the added bonus of a tail. She has legs now though, and she bunches them up as she sits up on the bench to make room. Luther doesn’t like her talking to people. But then — Luther isn’t here. “An adventurer come to brave the cold with me?” she teases gently, the glitter of her makeup shining in the moonlight.
#wehavefoundthestars#➤ 𝚠𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 ┊ elio & marin ➷ (𝟎𝟎𝟏.)#➤ 𝚇𝚅𝙸. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁 ┊ marin gunderson.#⋆ ⚓︎ ⋆ ── 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ┊ 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑.#sea creature cw
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𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄 — sea salt and rain, sea salt and rain, together they form an ocean full of the world’s tears. The ocean’s sorrow damns men to lose themselves within her wrath. Not today. Muscles flex as he heaves at the helm — muscles straining and tight in his arms. Black veins pull tight like vines in his forearms, stretch up his shoulders. He is not afraid of what lies in wait beneath the murky water. He only fears what becomes of him when he moves too close to magic. What the others might think were they to see him. There are no such thing as good and bad monsters. Only monsters. Only the things of nightmares. Humans react to fear in one way.
Lightning hits the water just beside the Arcady, sets her rocking.
He wants to fight and he wants to beg for these creatures to speak plainly the answer to his suffering. But they will not. Magic is not forthcoming, and never has been. That is how it protects itself. How it guards its secrets.
A tentacle rises from the deep — too big to belong to an octopus. The sirens hiss its name, and one by one splash into the water below. The creature follows, slithering into the depths as Westley watches on, unafraid. Sun rays cast through angry skies and shine spotlights on a gray ocean to match his stormy eyes. The pressure behind the wheel eases, and in time, nearly disappears. He should have captured one of them — but he never does. Could not abide their torture, though they torment him endlessly. He will hear their song taunting him for all his days — like a sea shanty that wakes you in the morning, and lulls you to sleep at night.
...were he to throw himself into the sea, would she whisper to him at last?
Werthers shrugs “T’ain’t happened yet, laddie!” he howls as ocean spray pours in. “Though I reckon you might be talkin’ loud for the next few to hear yourself.” Werthers himself yells to be heard, spit dribbling into a strawberry blonde beard. “So — you’re loyal to the captain,” he ponders, a bit more quietly. It’s a thought tinged with the doubt that anything lasts forever — and maybe the hope that this won’t. “Westley is a good lad — but you’d be wise to head back to land before sea legs are all you’ll ever know. There are more dangerous things at sea than simple siren song.”
Once again he pulls at the cuff that holds him hostage. He wants to go and see what kind of creature produced this melody. Want is not the right word it's more like he's a magnet that gets pulled into their direction without even wanting to because he vaguely remembers Westley telling him they are dangerous, to stay here in the warmth of his quarters while he went to deal with whatever was out there. It's a struggle inside of him that only gets interrupted when Werthers speaks up again.
He doesn't bother denying it because it's clear the other male can see right through him and then the ship launches them forward and he lands back in the pile of blankets that had been draped on top of him earlier. If Elio wasn't so distracted by the sounds that were still trying to lure him outside he would have argued back that love isn't a spell. It's not something that could be controlled, that he does know things about their Captain.
Instead of saying any of that he simply stares at the man like he lost his mind, to pick this moment to discuss any of this with him while they are clearly in danger. He feels something trickle from his ear, hand reaches out to touch it, it feels sticky and when he pulls his hand back it's covered in blood. "What even?" He questions staring down at his hand only then noticing that Weathers his ear seems to be doing the same thing. "Are we going to lose our hearing?"
#wehavefoundthestars#➤ 𝟶. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙻 ┊ westley ransom.#➤ 𝚠𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 ┊ elio & westley ➷ (𝟎𝟎𝟒.)#♡ 𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙾 & 𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚈 ⤷ and don’t you wish you hadn’t learned the hard way why they name storms after people?#thalassophobia cw#sea creature cw#blood cw
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This is an ocean sunfish skeleton, you're welcome
#and yep it's not missing pieces it's complete!#mola mola#ocean sunfish#sunfish#fish#sea creatures#sea animals#animals#dead animal cw#skeleton#animal skeleton
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Daily fish fact #760
Russell’s oarfish!
These fish are capable of self-amputation. Adult and older juvenile Russell’s oarfish frequently have a part of their tail missing, ranging from just the very tip to up to the fish’s abdomen. The lost parts never grow back, and the oarfish may be able to perform self-amputation several times in their life.
#fish#fish facts#fishfact#biology#zoology#fishblr#marine animals#marine biology#marine life#sea creatures#sea animals#sea life#oarfish#russell’s oarfish#Russell’s oarfish#russells oarfish#dead animal#cw animal death#tw dead animal#animal death
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Swim at Your Own Risk
#monster high#art#mermay 2024#artists on tumblr#illustration#creature from the black lagoon#digital drawing#digital painting#digital art#mermay#monster high skullector#mermaid#monster art#monster#monster girl#sea creatures#cw underwater#when youre glam but still hunt live prey
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"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀," she speaks warmly, almost fondly as she looks up at him, the sea itself reflected in her eyes. “I think it’s brave,” she murmurs, the sound of her voice foreign in a place like this — hailing from much further north where the seas are cold and gray. Her knees give a tentative wobble in an attempt to lock as she moves them. She will get used to life on land — but for now, getting here has her shaking on the relatively unfamiliar appendages. She catches herself with a hand on his chest, shaking her head, “To love that which cannot be understood. I’ll be all right. I’m stronger than I look.”
She wonders why he’d stopped speaking, tilts her head in curiosity but presses him no further for now. “I’m quite fond of the stars,” she tells him something true. There are places where the sea is nearly still and there are about a million stars as far as the eye can see. When they reflect upon the still water, it almost seems as though no matter where you are, you’re falling into the sky. That maybe, somewhere, someone is making a wish upon you. She’s had many wishes in her time — but her messengers have not deigned to deliver them for her as they shoot across the sky at night — probably much more important places to be. Marin doesn’t know the business of stars.
“The best place to see them is out at sea. I’m afraid my indulgence cost my ship dearly,” she frowns. One foot in front of the next, she wills her legs to move, bare feet wobbling as she makes her way with him to his bedroom. “What is it that you sail for? Adventure, treasure? Fishing? Trade? To catch pirates? Or is it to have stories to tell?” Her mother used to tell her stories of the sea, and of land — she used to sing them though she was no siren. Marin sings them now at Ursula's bidding. Her mother would be so disappointed at what she's become.
Ged a sheòl mi air m' aineol, Cha laigh smalan air mi' inntinn, Ged a sheòl mi air m' aineol.
Without thinking much of it, Marin begins to hum a song that they used to sing in their village by the sea — before everything fell apart and changed. Her voice is sweet as birdsong, and although the song she hums is a more lighthearted shanty, the melody is expertly crafted into a million small pieces that weave together like a story, like a thread that wraps around all who hear it. Her throat warms, as though she is back in Scotland with her mother, a young thing with no worries and a cup of cocoa in her hands to soothe her against the howl of winter. She remembers the taste of cinnamon on her tongue, though it’s nothing but a memory. The song stops, and the warmth dies. The guards had been intentionally... distracted. Not this one. She thinks that she likes him too much to put him under her spell.
'I’m afraid you’ve let trouble in through the door' he tries to make sense of these words, what she could mean by them. the door would have been carefully guarded at such an hour and surely the guards on duty would not have let anything even verging on trouble get through. his head shakes gently, an attempt to soothe whatever worry she was voicing, "the guards would have taken care of that." it was clear she'd been through quite the ordeal, perhaps she knew not what she was saying. an understandable affliction.
eric is stricken by a chill that courses through his entire body as she leans into him. he can only imagine how much worse it was for her, and in that moment he wishes he had something, a blanket or robe, to offer her for warmth. but she had accepted his offer to find a place to rest and in doing so he could get her to a place where he'd have such things to offer. "apologies are not necessary," a soft smile appearing on his lips, "as a sailor myself, i know how disorienting that can feel." his arm them moves around her, offering more stability and comfort. she was safe here, he wanted convey that. "after you've gotten some rest and recovered a bit, i would love to hear about it— if you're willing, of course. hearing a tale of such adventure, especially one with such a harrowing conclusion could not be passed up. but right now, taking care of this mystery guest, making her comfortable were much more important.
"i'm going to bring you to my bed chamber— it's close and i would like to avoid waking my mother or gri— well, anyone. are you alright to walk? you can lean on me as much as you'd like." with that he takes a tentative step, testing the waters so to speak. if she were too tired or wobbly to walk, he would find another way to get her to warmth. he'd carry her himself it that is what it took. he was not about to let her suffer any more, not on his watch.
#sirensought#➤ 𝚇𝚅𝙸. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁 ┊ marin gunderson.#➤ 𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 ┊ eric & marin ➷ (𝟎𝟎𝟏.)#no marin you cannot seduce the handsome sailor with siren song#the first link is the song she's humming#and the second is her voice claim :)#thalassophobia cw#sea creature cw
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bioluminescence
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divider by @saradika-graphics
#i freaking love bioluminescence#so cool#stim#stimboard#bioluminescence#bioluminescence stim#bioluminecent#jellyfish#jellyfish stim#sea creatures#ocean#thalassophobia#cw thalassophobia#tw thalassophobia#blue#blue stim#glowing stim#glow#glowing#glow stim#ocean stim
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SOCKEYE SALMON MY BELOVED
#FISH#SALMON#sockeye salmon#cw eyestrain#EHHGHFFNNFFNJ WHY DID THIS TAKE ME SO LONG#aquatic#aquatic life#sea creatures#critters#lil#sea critters#my art#I like to think they make chihuahua noises#INSPO FROM A BAG I SAW ON TT
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𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒, Marin hasn’t been able to help but wonder where innocence goes when it’s lost — and if it’s something that can be retrieved — like a shiny object thrown into the sea. She’s also wondered if she was ever innocent at all. She’s known from a young age that once they take something — it doesn’t seem to come back. She fiddles with the thistle around her neck as she always does when she’s thoughtful — as if it could summon a woman who would have all the answers. She’s grateful for Angus McCarthy for taking her in — it’s just, not a day had passed that she hadn’t wished for her mother — and when going into the arena, she’d thought of how mothers often kiss the forehead of their child when she’s reaped.
She’s wondered if it was really a gift — to win, that is — or if the message is that life itself is a curse if you dare stand in the Capitol’s presence. Can a girl who has murdered both innocents and grown men be redeemed? Can she take back the stifling feeling of their hands on her, and learn how to not have to breathe through being touched. Fish makes it look so easy to reach out to friend and foe alike — but Marin’s not naive enough to think that Fish is okay. She’s just better at playing the game — and that makes her more dangerous. As President Snow moves his pieces around their invisible board, more of their own fall off. Fish will be one of the last standing. And it’s almost better to be out of the game before that happens.
She isn’t as brave as her mother. Her survival instinct speaks to something else — fear, maybe? Fear of what, she couldn’t say. She’s always preferred to feel small, unseen. It’s one of the reasons she loves the ocean so much — and the stars. Fish isn’t like that — but then, maybe that’s why Marin adores her so — her presence is so big and captivating that it’s just like the stars and the ocean — easy to get lost in. Somewhere safe. Though, in reality — the only place less safe than with her hand in Fish Monet’s is perhaps in a rose garden with an old man who thinks he’s God.
Perhaps they should put him in the arena. He and his family with twenty four victors. They say may the odds be ever in your favor — but the odds are skewed in theirs. Marin isn’t the revolutionary her mam had been. She doesn’t want to have to fight. She’s a strong enough swimmer but swimming against a current tires one out so very quickly. She sighs. At the very least, it isn’t seen as strange for two victors to be seen together — least of all those from the same district. “Come with me, there’s something I want to show you.”
Fish had swam with great whites once, under her mother's supervision. She remembered the terrible feeling of exhilaration, the sweet, intoxicating fear. How small she had felt, looking into the eyes of raw, brutal nature.
Interacting with President Snow was not unlike that. She had to maintain a certain level of ease, while always knowing a single bite could send her to the bottom of the ocean. Predators did not need much to open their jaws.
But, oh, how exhilarating it all was.
Marin was still right. Even the most skilled swimmers could drown. The ocean was unforgiving and ruthless. Sharks would always be wild animals. Unpredictable. What would happen, if President Snow decided to bite? Would she be turned into an Avox, or worse?
Fish barely noticed how ominous her friend sounded, used by now to a constant world of threats. Each praise and each request always came with a heavy cost around here. Just like swimming with sharks.
"I'm the best swimmer," she boasted with a grin, and if there was the shadow of her past self in the playful words, in the smile that revealed a row of pearly white teeth, it was all still... A facade. Reassuring words, LIES. All to appease Marin, to appease the walls with ears, to appease the madness of the Great White Shark.
I just wish we were home.
Marin's words felt like a slap. Her body betrayed all her attempts at decorum, and she suddenly reached for Marin's hand, holding it tight. From up close, she could smell a bit of the salt in her hair. She still smelled a little bit like home, and Fish felt the impulse to hug her, to press her nose in the black curls of her hair, just to inhale that saline air.
She didn't move, still pressing Marin's hand in hers.
"I wish we were home too," she whispered so low, it was as if she hadn't even spoken. "I miss the ocean, I miss playing in the waves with you."
I miss you. I miss our innocence. I miss a sweeter time, when I never had to share you with anyone else.
#imprvdente#➤ 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚟𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 ┊ fish & marin ➷ (𝟎𝟎𝟏.)#➤ 𝚇𝚅𝙸. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁 ┊ marin gunderson.#shark cw#sea creature cw
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⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── ‘ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ’ (𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲)
⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ( @wehavefoundthestars )
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐎-𝐀𝐍𝐃-𝐅𝐑𝐎 on the waves — creaking like a ghost ship, lost in the fog. One man cannot steer a ship of this caliber — but Westley supposes it doesn’t matter, in the end. What’s going to happen to him is going to happen to him, and to his ship. Maybe in the end, it’s where they both belong — torn into pieces at the bottom of the sea. Westley can’t for the life of him tell whether the roaring in his ears is his own blood rushing through his body — or whether it’s the sea, angry beneath them. Until this moment, the captain of the Arcady had no idea what he was capable of — and now, he almost wishes he still didn’t. The blood will take hours to clean from the ship — days, even.
They’d locked Elio away before the mutiny. Westley supposes that was kind of them. Why should the lover suffer for the crimes of the damned? Westley’s seen it in old pirate movies — where the crew turns on the captain — where the sentence is death. He’s been so afraid of that very scenario that he’s changed every couple of years once finding out that he wasn’t what he thought himself to be — wasn’t human. Safer that way — for him, and for them. A bullet in his gut — a knife across his throat, all very dramatic — bleeding out as he’d been thrown into the stinging agony of the sea as shark bait. But it hadn’t been the sharks that had found him.
By the time the Kraken had deposited him back on the ship, his wounds were already healed — and black vines like ink, like tattoos, had been snaking up his arms, his hair dripping salt water and his eyes that same haunting shade of red. He could remember it if he tried — what came next, the massacre — a mass grave at sea — but he doesn’t want to try, doesn’t want to remember. Just looks at his hands stained with blood — looks at Elio, chained away and spared from that fate. When Westley looks up at his once-lover, his eyes are crimson. They’d been on their way back to Italy, ironically. To rid Elio of his foolish, idealistic notions that Westley could be what he needed him to be. “I am the darkness. Nothing more,” he says, his voice thick and strained from the saltwater. Blood trickles down the steps that lead into the prison. He could let Elio go — but perhaps he’s safer in a cage until Westley decides what to do with him. He can’t go back to civilization now. “I told you to stay away. Is this what you wanted? Is this what you thought you could love?”
#wehavefoundthestars#➤ 𝚠𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 ┊ elio & westley ➷ (𝟎𝟎𝟗.)#♡ 𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙾 & 𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚈 ⤷ and don’t you wish you hadn’t learned the hard way why they name storms after people?#➤ 𝟶. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙻 ┊ westley ransom.#⋆ ⚓︎ ⋆ ── 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ┊ 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑢𝑝 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔?#blood cw#murder cw#shark cw#sea creature cw#toxic relationship cw
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Daily fish fact #749
Silver spinyfin!
This fish has hardly a reason to be sad: it has the largest amount of rod opsin genes of any vertebrate! An opsin is a protein that is activated when it comes in contact with a certain wavelength of light, they are used in photoreceptor cells and allow us and other animals to see. To revise, two of the most significant types of photoreceptor cells in the eyes of a vertebrate are cones, which allow us to see in colour, and rods, which function in low light and allow us to see in the dark.
For the longest time, it was thought that vertebrates in general have just one type of rod opsin with one gene producing it (most do), but the silver spinyfin, a deep sea fish, is fascinating in that it has 38 genes for rod opsin! It can express 14 of those genes, and this selection of different rod opsins allows the silver spinyfin to see wavelengths between 445 and 520 nanometers, which encompasses much of blue light! In a strange twist, the silver spinyfin can see colour using its rod cells, likely to spot bioluminescence in the deep and dark ocean.
#well this is a big fact!#but exciting discovery no? its not particularly new but...#fish#fishfact#fish facts#fishblr#marine life#marine biology#marine animals#sea animals#sea creatures#sea life#deep sea creatures#deep sea#deep sea life#deep sea fish#biology#zoology#silver spinyfin#dead animal#animal death#cw animal death
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Fun fact the sun is a giant anglerfish
#tw unreality#unreality cw#unrealism#unreality#not true#cryptic#cryptid#horror#mild horror#cryptidcore#creepy#monstercore#fear#weirdcore#body horror.#space horror#spacecore#anglerfish#deep sea#weird core#eldrichcore#eldrich monstrosity#eldrich horror#eldritch#cryptid core#cryptic core#cryptids#outer space#sea creatures#space creature
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𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 the reverberation of a bell, lingering in the air a little longer than it should. There are little bits and pieces of magic in the world that anyone can sense — it’s just that they’ve forgotten how to look. Everyone’s too caught up in their own lives; and just so, her new companion has so quickly forgotten that theirs had nearly come to an end. It’s funny, the things that humans concern themselves with at the end of the day — each of them the hero in their own story, with their part to play in shaping the future — singularly minded to do so. Unfortunately for them, it isn’t often that perfectly sized or wearable dresses or even trousers and a shirt are tossed into the sea.
If she thought that it was safe for a lass to make her own way in the world, and to start as humans are born — naked — perhaps she might have ventured onto shore long ago to remedy the issue at hand. As it is — fish and other sea creatures aren’t so modest. Nevertheless — she gets up, giving a tentative little wobble with her new legs. It reminds her of the stories her Papa would tell her when things were quiet on his haunted ship — about the time he was human, and how when sailors spend so much time out at sea, it takes a little time to find your footing on land. Especially on sand, she thinks. It’s uneven and feels warm on her feet as she makes her way back to the water, standing in it for a moment and focusing her magic inward.
She can’t magic herself a dress — of course. There are no creatures that she knows of save for Rumpelstiltskin who has any sort of magic in the arts of making clothes. In lieu of that, she allows a series of fish-like scales to form over all of the bits of her that a human might find offensive — “It’s the best I can do, I’m afraid. There’s a shortage of clothing out on the open sea — unless you’d prefer I take yours.”
It’s different to breathe fresh air rather than the water — neither better nor worse, just different. She likes the feeling of her hair drying in the sun, the heat of it warm on her skin, which seems perpetually cool. “I would let you think that you’re dreaming — it seems that it would work best that way for us both, except I don’t imagine you’ll be going back the way you came.” Her song should take the edge off, in the end — they might feel a little inebriated, lighter on their feet and giggly afterward, but she’ll likely be the last thing on their mind once they’re back to shore. Anyone who makes a jump like that has other problems to worry about — things that aren’t a half-siren lass.
Ely was afraid of people. That was generally true. People always tried talking to them and had these funny judgments if they didn't follow unspoken rules to the letter. No matter how much they tried, they never could stop themselves from breaking those rules. When it came down to speaking with new people, they did their best to be polite. If nobody addressed them then they'd stick to themselves- shrinking inwards and waiting for the shadows in the corner of a room to swallow them up. That would be easier than trying to hold a conversation.
If they had that much fear in relation to regular human people then they couldn't even begin to grasp the feeling prompted by this girl -- fish? Girlfish? There was a word for that, something they'd read about 100 times in stories but the word escaped them now. That was a common occurrence in intense situations like this. They'd reach out into the speech related caverns of their brain and pull back with hands full of water. Anything useful there slipped between their fingers. Regardless of what sort of creature she was, she was still vaguely person like and that was daunting enough.
They nod in response to the question. Yes, getting rid of the tail might help. It would definitely make them feel less disconcerted. At least, that was their thought until she got rid of the tail and they actually saw the consequences of their request. After gawking at her for a good few moments, they quickly push themselves to sit up and covered their eyes with a very soggy sleeve. They force themselves to ignore how their lungs burn at the effort of it.
"Y-yes... yes. I-I know." Ely can't quite tell if she's teasing him or not, "I-... i-it was the uh..."
They scramble over their own words, thoughts going too quickly for their mouth to latch on and spit any out. Eventually, they take a deep breath to calm themselves down.
"I-I'm really sorry but could you uh-... uh.... clothes? G-get some clothes?"
#swallowsandamazons#➤ 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚜 ┊ ely & marin ➷ (𝟎𝟎𝟏.)#➤ 𝚇𝚅𝙸. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁 ┊ marin gunderson.#drowning mention cw#sea creature cw
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Requesting Will Curtis from Courtin Cowboys 😁
Alright then! ^^
Content warning: fake gore(?), bones, NSFW source
🌀🦴🩻 Will Curtis (Courtin' Cowboys) stimboard for anon :-)
I hope you like this and I hope this suits him! I personally thought that this characters sounded pretty interesting, and that he also seems somewhat relatable, in a sense ^^; (and NO, I am not talking about anything that would be...morally questionable about him. I mean his general personality 🙏) Oh, and I actually looked a bit at the plot and general idea of the game, and it actually sounds pretty nice, you know? I might look into it more sometime. Anyway, I tried my best to make this and do him justice ^^
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#stimblr#stimboard#visual stim#will curtis#courtin cowboys#bone stim#skeleton stim#arm stim#blue stim#brown stim#gem stim#tree stim#bioluminescent stim#animal stim#sea creature stim#dark stim#cw fake gore#cw bones
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jellyfish family!!
[[[CW IMPLIED SH]]]
lesbians that adopted their child
fun fact jellyfish reproduce asexually (hence the adoption)
click for better quality!
species from left to right:
australian spotted jellyfish
mauve stinger
lion's mane jellyfish (longest in the world!)
genasi are jellyfish
hong-ka's alias is Ash
their last name is quagcnidae, a merging of the prefix of 'quagmire' and the scientific word for jellyfish stingers!
i love this family so freaking much
Image ID: Three elven jellyfish mermaids stand posing for a family photo. From left to right: A darker-skinned, blind woman with sand dollars braided into her brown hair wears an off-shoulder light blue top, has white freckles and eyelashes, and has the translucent jellyfish bottom of an Australian spotted jellyfish. In the middle, a light-skinned, orange-haired, and green-eyed jellyfish mermaid cheerfully smiles up at the left mermaid, wearing dark green semicircular garments with brown accents. They appear to have sh scars on their arms and have the pinkish-red and spotted body of a mauve stinger. On the right, a taller, also light-skinned jellyfish mermaid stands smiling down at both of them. She has a sleeveless turtleneck top with a sheer red mesh covering connected by two rusty cuffs on her arms that pull at her skin. Both mothers have poliosis or a white forelock. The leftmost mother and child both have a tooth gap. From left to right: Salina (she/her), Fen(land) (they/them), and Hong-ka (she/her). Their last names are all Quagcnidae. End ID.
#cw sh implied#cw sh#tw sh implied#tw sh related#cw sh mention#dnd#dnd art#art#dnd oc#mermaid art#artists on tumblr#dnd npc#mer#merfolk#jellyfish#sea creatures#aquatic#marine life#invertibrates#lesbianism#sapphic#wlw#sapphism#wlw post#gay#lgbtqia#lgbtq#lgbtq community#lgbt pride
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Jelly Fish at Point Defiance Aquarium & Zoo, Tacoma Washington
#cw: eyestrain#eyestrain#bright colors#glowcore#shinecore#neoncore#point defiance#point defiance aquarium & zoo#tacoma#tacoma washington#washington#aquarium photography#marine biology#fishblr#jellyfish#sea creatures
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