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Sigma sketch
I think, I will finish it.
Sigma: Fuck you, piece of shit.
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думаю, я доделаю это.
Koláže vytvorené k Bivojovi. 1 - Bivoj 2 - Kazi, Teta a Libuše 3 - Hordag a Ašiga 4 - Rusalky
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𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒎𝒆. 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊'𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎...
.⊹ ☁︎˚⋆ ☾ ⋆°.⋆ ☁︎⋆ﾟ
𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓽𝓸𝓸 ☆ﾟ･｡ﾟ
Wild Rushes
A @flashfictionfridayofficial fanfic, original work.
This rocky pool was one my mother had warned me from using for laundry or swimming several times, but I always wondered why. It looked so warm and inviting even in the winter. I often sat on sunny and cloudy days alike watching its waters ripple as though there was something inside it beyond just minnows or frogs. Until a few moons after my nineteenth name day when I heard singing from it.
The voice was high, beautiful, and almost seemed to echo. I approached it carefully from our house nearby when I first noticed the sound, but after a few steps I lost myself to the melody that enticed me. The one who held the voice was beyond anything I had ever seen: long, sea-green hair that curtained over bare blue skin; eyes that looked milky but narrowed into a glance of understanding when they saw me; and an outstretched spindly hand with fingers that seemed far too long for any other creature I knew.
I did not understand the words of the song but I knew I was being called to the water. I did not bother undressing. I did not think of my mother's warnings. The only thing I did was reach out in return for this creature to whom my heart entirely belonged in that moment.
My clothes clung to me almost as desperately as she did when our lips met. Her melody seemed to hum through her blood, her hair wrap around me. I was up to my neck in this pool— indeed it was warm, like I knew it would be— and then she pulled me under.
I scrabbled around while she clutched me tighter than I thought possible, but her body slipped out of my grasp. The pressure of being underwater was pulling the air out of my lungs as I spluttered through the kiss. But she did not let go. When she finally loosed her grip on me I saw her smile. It was ruthless and jagged like the monsters I had heard sailors describe when they talked about what they called “rusalka”.
My body demanded I get up to the surface but she had dragged me so much further than I had realized; how far did this little pool go? I struggled to move both arms and legs, too late realizing my feet were tangled in her hair. She gave me a once-over like I was a lover she was courting in private, bared her body to me, and bubbles escaped our mouths: Mine in horror, hers in a laugh.
Eventually I felt myself give up, though my mind still told me to swim. I sank to the depths of the pool still half-aware of the movements I made. My captor circled me once more before I remembered my mother's words. ”She drowned a long time ago and she's looking to have someone join her. Be careful, boy. I don't want it to be you.“
A bit scary mermaid... or merman, mermale?
Old drawing from my personal Art Dump - Mermay-2019 ;)))
Trying to clean it up!
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Another old sketch from my personal Art Dump - Mermay-2019 ;)))
And another old drawing from my personal Art Dump - Mermay-2019 ;)))
Now it’s cartoony mermaid :)
My Mermay-2019 ;)))
Another Merman or Mermale ;)
My Mermay-2019 ;)))
A lil’bit scary mermaid };-)
Hunter and prey
My Mermay-2019 ;)))
Cats strikes back!
My Mermay-2019 ;)))
Русалка на ветвях сидит :)
(c) А.С.Пушкин
My Mermay-2019 ;)))
My Mermay-2019
Yet another Merman or Mermale
My Mermay-2019 ;)))