#the forsaken merman

[cjbolan]

If Jake Windsnap wrote “The Forsaken Merman”…. Does this mean the series is set in an alternate universe where he wrote it and not Matthew Arnold? Did Matthew Arnold steal the poem from Jake? Or did Jake steal the poem from Matthew Arnold ? Did Matthew Arnold never exist in this series’ universe?

[cheesenoodle-jpg]

"You have plunged too deep, it seems you are not alone here…"

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my drawing on mermay, in fact, was ready for a long time, but the time for the post appeared only now

taking your character from wow and making him a squid magnapinna sounds like a good idea, right? :"D

[widowmura]

My speedpaint contribution to #mermay with some Bloodweave. Featuring merman Gale and Deep Sea Leviathan Astarion. Each of these pics took under or just over an hour to do. I'll probably redesign / redraw Deep Sea Leviathan at a later stage. Some lore to go along with them: When Gale boards the small vessel barely enough to fit a crew of six, Mystra reassures him that mermaids are not to be feared. He's read of them of course. Alluring, feminine; specimens of beauty and wonder. But dangerous. Enough that should you see the shimmer of their scales in the water, you should avert your eyes immediately and to not let them fool you into thinking their scales are in fact precious gems, just barely out of reach. That when their siren song calls, you ensure your ears are stuffed with enough cotton and you keep away from the drink to retain your sanity.

So when he finds himself and their glorified canoe out in the stretch of the deep sea, fading into an endless nothingness, his mind can't help but wander. What else is hiding in the depths? Mystra doesn't let him find out. When something unfathomably large and dark stirs a wake large enough to rock their ship, the woman shoves him overboard. It turns out the fairytales were exactly that; tales, but the reality is so much worse.

Cast into the depths as a sacrifice for safe passage, Gale cannot help but flounder. He'd never learned to swim despite living in a place called Waterdeep. The irony isn't lost on him as he sinks, down and down like a stone, straining into an eternity of blue as his lungs fill with water and dread. But he isn't empty-handed. The artefact he'd stolen from that gods forsaken cursed fortress was still with him, and with no other choice except to reach for desperation, he plunges it within his chest, hoping, praying for a lifeline.

Aka mermaids are propaganda tales used by sailors. Mermaids are in fact hideously large monstrous creatures, leviathans in their own right that trade safe voyage for flesh whose existence is kept quiet. Gale ends up using the orb and manages to somehow turn himself into a false merman to escape the pursuit of such a creature, who instead of choosing to consume him, keeps him as an oddity of his own. The fact they both glow amuses the monster. Astarion lures ships and takes sacrifices to his master, The Great Old One of the Depths - Cazador. Meeting Gale, which at first turns out to just be a bigger fish tormenting a smaller fish story turns into something more when Gale helps to undo the pact keeping Astarion bound to the Old God. Astarion's design is based off a deep sea angler fish for the luring / lives in the dark aspect and a Dunkleosteus which is a prehistoric fish with boney plating for making him seem ancient / old in appearance.

[electric-friend]

what if mermaids are sea mammals actually, and they need blubber to survive. they’re like lil seals. mermaid stede sees that ed is kinda skinny and decides that ed’s pod has forsaken him and ed is not a capable hunter, and, like a cat bringing its owner mice, he starts to bring ed fish, crabs, squid, etc. ed is very confused why dead fish keep appearing but once he starts eating them, bigger and tastier fish start appearing, and stede is extremely pleased when ed gets a little belly. of course at some point this mystery is connected to stede the merman when he is spotted, and izzy becomes convinced that stede is trying to fatten ed up to eat him. hilarity, romance, and tight pants ensue.

[bethanyisdaydreaming]

Part 1 of 2

We shall see, while above us

The waves roar and whirl,

A ceiling of amber,

A pavement of pearl.

Singing: “Here came a mortal,

But faithless was she!

And alone dwell for ever

The kings of the sea.”

The Forsaken Merman by Matthew Arnold (1849)

[annebrontesrequiem]

The Tail of Emily Windsnap went off when it incorporated “the Forsaken Merman” into the plot of the story. “A ceiling of amber/a pavement of pearl” has literally been scalded into my brain since I was like 10

[iruthomlogs]

Mermay blank look

A World of Warcraft mermaid AU featuring Hulbard, my Forsaken Death Knight, and a entry for @mermay-abyssal-zone prompt blank.

Merfolks are nervous around Hulbard, a merman with a black scale fish tail, a pale skin tone, and a blank look on his face. Hulbard usually wave to other merfolks swiiming by and they wave back before they swim far away as they could from him.

[niightravcns]

@paramythas asked:

"So don't ask how I negotiated this, but I got you the night off." Yuu says this to Dorian as the other drops by to 'recharge' (as he puts it) late on Christmas morning. "So you're welcome to stick around. I stuck Grim with one of the Professors for the evening, so we'll have the dorm to ourselves for a bit..." His fingers flit carefully through soft hair, playful, as he leans in to kiss Dorian's cheek. "I've got us a couple of terrible holiday romcoms to watch after, too." Reaching into his pocket, he dangles something from his fingers then, looking somewhat anxious. The silvery chain was easy, the soft blue pearl dangling from it had taken a lot of research and scrounging and more time at the beaches around the island than he'd care to admit. "...and I made this for you, with a little help." The pearl dangles from the side of his hand, swinging like a pendulum, and he looks down at Dorian's pretty face, expectant. "...do you want me to put it on for you?"

'TIS THE SEASON~

"Mrrr...?" Dorian's questioning trill is muffled against Yuuya's neck, because of course he's latched onto his boyfriend like a stubborn limpet the moment he'd stepped into Ramshackle.

Ugh, it isn't even lunchtime yet and already he feels like his customary two mugs of morning coffee won't be enough to get him through the day without losing his mind. If he hears a single note of that Seven-forsaken song again, he might just take a page out of his brother's book and find a big enough cauldron to hide away for the rest of the day.

Yuu, bless his soul, is warm and soft and holds Dorian close when the merman cuddles up to him, and Dorian's come to consider Ramshackle as a little corner of paradise where he can recharge his metaphorical batteries in peace.

Without another shift at Mostro Lounge looming over him, and the furry little glutton under the watchful eyes of one of the professors, this is shaping up to be a truly wonderful day. He trills all the louder in approval, much like an oversized cat, nuzzling against Yuu's cheek.

"You didn't need to get me anything, angelfish. Just getting to spend the day with you is more than enough." Still his golden eyes glitter at the sight of the beautiful necklace, and he helpfully turn around so Yuu can clasp the jewelry around his neck.

Turning back around, he hugs Yuuya once more, dragging him down for a deep, languid kiss "Thank you, my pearl. I'll make unagidon for you for lunch later."

[thetristoneera]

the Deadly Families, often referred to as the Deadly Arts Committee. Made up of all five species, from the three worlds plus the dimensions; they created this tournament for the mightiest of super kind. To be archived for history & erowology purposes; as well as bragging purposes. It's undeterminable how many families were in the blood pact to create the magical tournament. The eight shown here are some fo the contenders & heads of the current committee. A few of them are the last heir of their blood line. They have to be involved no matter what. Ganon, fairy with a prominent high school teacher gig of language arts. Can speak, write & translate thirty languages fluently. He is the last of the House of Moore. Wiza, mermaid who is the head of the Toboroa Clan. A once beyond acclaimed dojo that developed some of the most historical weapons of mass creation & destruction. She is the last of the House of Toboroa. Karvington, human that is a prominent weapon for the Heroes Guild. Bounty Hunting his life away out of vengeance for the slaying of his sorcery bound family. He is the last of the House of Hwoagse. Veira Isolde, mermaid whom's an interdimensional pop star. Every tournament, she comes back to sing the anthem. Begins with, "This is my fist, this is your dome…" Sings it at the closing of the tournament too. Jaguar Rhymes, human who has held down the position of the tournament host for half a decade leading up to the beginning of the story. Ultimate with the friendly vibes & never ridicules any of the contenders. Everybody loves him & will love him. Project Hurt, mermaid who was blessed with the killer gene. Disciplines make it so she isn't deemed evil; but if you were to ever discover her serial killer side, you'd question her license to kill. Big on helping out Karvington, cause she's secretly in love with him. Omeguno, merman owner of Club Oh My Goodness; contribute all of that mess to his forsaken code name. Forsaken because it's an urban legend of it's own that immediately makes him likable as if his looks & martial arts prowess don't have that star power already. & Blide Clear, fairy who is the head of the committee & the head of the round table. He takes the continued survival of Deadly Arts seriously, even though he acts like he wants to keep it a secret from public knowledge. He wants more for the tournament; which is why he doesn't bury the footage magically. For he, wants to enjoy as many super beings as possible too.

[libidomechanica]

“Wretched wight: the morning”

She is fled! Farewell! ’ Wretched wight: the morning some Dreams, when they led—a

kind seal than their merriment, and as my prayer and greenest will ache

who were zombies. And happier that darkness and fruit; which on thy queen

went and all that all the lake behind the wrong for to have new doubt is

Devil-born. Smells of Yule. She sat out so my wealthy can never side;

the starlight the settle throbs were then gusts shame and melt thy thick with their

prayed so loyal unto metal world. So never the last, through. No, the

influence- rich the coast. And naiads fair as though severe comforting change

my wit, knowing power, I do but one or tides seaward from him; so,

bent on the bull and shorter a thousands a glory swims the Merman!

For you in my faith harp be told me, firm, protective, searching westward

up those shuffling new; if those bell will right; is changing for the sea:

and show the roast measuring in one poor solitude. And suffocate

trebly street, forsaken hand crescent There, out his defecates.

[ammcgee-author]

“She steals to the window,

And looks at the sand;

And over the sand to the sea;

And her eyes are set in a stare;

And anon there breaks a sigh,

And anon there drops a tear.”

— A Forsaken Merman, Matthew Arnold (poem)

[loudlittlewitchling]

“On the blanch'd sands a gloom;

Up the still, glistening beaches,

Up the creeks we will hie,

Over banks of bright seaweed

The ebb-tide leaves dry.

We will gaze, from the sand-hills,

At the white, sleeping town;

At the church on the hill-side—

And then come back down.

Singing: "There dwells a loved one,

But cruel is she!

She left lonely for ever

The kings of the sea."

The Forsaken Merman — Matthew Arnold

[bethanyisdaydreaming]

Part 2 of 2

“Over banks of bright seaweed

The ebb-tide leaves dry.

We will gaze, from the sand-hills,

At the white, sleeping town;

At the church on the hill-side—

And then come back down.

Singing: "There dwells a loved one,

But cruel is she!

She left lonely for ever

The kings of the sea.”

The Forsaken Merman by Matthew Arnold (1849)

[annebrontesrequiem]

“Come away, away children

Come children, come down!

The hoarse wind blows coldly;

Lights shine in the town.

She will start from her slumber

When gusts shake the door;

She will hear the winds howling,

Will hear the waves roar.

We shall see, while above us

The waves roar and whirl,

A ceiling of amber,

A pavement of pearl.

Singing: "Here came a mortal,

But faithless was she!

And alone dwell for ever

The kings of the sea."

“The Forsaken Merman” by Matthew Arnold

[wellconstructedsentences]

Children's voices should be dear (call once more) to a mother's ear

The Forsaken Merman by M Arnold