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@maopll @venusandsaturnsrings @yandere-daydreams @blackopals-world hey! I admire your writing work and fic on tumblr. I wrote this piece for a literature assignment not too long ago so I wanna know what you think as more active authors.
236,000 humans drowned this year. Do you mourn one? … I mourn all.
I’m responsible, named on the grave, cause of death: The harsh of the wave.
Is Poseidon to blame? No, it’s his wife! Amphitrite! Take note! This water is called she!
For millennia those men brave our rouges and our storms.
Millions lost yet billions borne.
Rán trawls her net over their boat thus yanking them into their final bed of rock and sand.
Ganga and Marina cry, their tears; typhoons
Eingana watches with mixed expression as she sees all her creation fight forces they can’t understand.
Mazu protects what’s hers, leaving the sanctity of her lagoon to do so.
Praised for beauty and poetry yet feared for the fact we she are of the few things one can’t command.
Those dead in deep water can’t be found.
The ocean leaves no trace, nor nothing that can save its face.
Families left, no peace for ones gone, unable to rest, it lingers in minds, a burden one cannot heal.
A wish to not be helpless, nights spent under the waves accompanied only by fish.
Over time it was a slaughter, bodies lost, souls gone, left to the sea.
What do they feel? The grains of sand or the teeth of a fish, The scales of an eel?
A body of death becomes a feature of new life.
A reef on the bones of the deceased.
The creatures do not know or care, It’s home now.
Their Thieves of remains, they desecrate the dead yet provide them purpose.
Perhaps they deserved to die? Men are not sinless creatures after all.
Especially considering how they treat us, isn’t that right Magwayen? they treat us with more than just spite!
How can they assume us to be kind when for centuries they’ve used us?
Sending fleet after fleet onto our surface and tipping their waist into our swash!
They have no right to treat us this way when the tears we cry are of the same pain
They doom our icecaps we so graciously froze just so they could come to fruition, I refuse to accept this!
How half of them refuse to take the blame while others drown
How they make shallow promises of prevention and change
yet you find those same mouths wet by lies of the above line
And those sinking cry why!
Hypocrites! all of them!
Notice how they call their most powerful, important, and feared things she!
Yet they call upon the husbands for safe passage through OUR waters!
They boast their achievements of deep-found treasure, but they turn coy at the mention of how they got there!
People are left to rot when the stem of their problems is of their own kind.
The lot of them are savage! Acting as gods pretending as if they too are not animals.
Everything in the universe is made from the same dust, and yet the humans audaciously claim they are of the most importance!
People beg us for mercy, to save them from their self-inflicted fate
They do this so much so, they forget they are the ones to blame!
We should send our rain and waves to condemn all for their ignorance!
Humans call the ocean treacherous and harsh! The foam of the waves is a sign of rough sea!
We will send raging storms, floods, tsunamis and even cause droughts!
All to make them fear us and come to terms with the fact they are ultimately powerless in the face of Mother Nature!
Mother! Not father! We will prevail in the face of man. We will leave them no time to even attend to the damage!
We will cull those who seek to conquer our home and make all who come after fear us!
Caging them inside a trap-like purgatory
They deserve it for all they’ve done to us!
The end of men! We will bring forth a matriarchy like no other!
No longer will we desire for respect and fame
Sing in Joy for the day of our redemption has come!
HELP??? SOMEONE IN A PJSK DISCORD SERVER WROTE A FANFIC OF MY SISTER DROWNING??? 💀
WHAT HAPPENED IN THAT SERVER FOR HER TO BE PUBLIC ENEMY #1 DHDHDJKFIGIJEJ
hi hello i give you tony the dog. he starts following riff around at some point post canon and he just doesn’t leave. riff lets him eat his french fries whenever he gets enough money for a burger. tony the dog also tries his best to keep riff out of trouble but it doesn’t work too well.
if riff doesn’t leave ny, he gets drunk and goes down to the dock that used to be the jets’ territory a lot. he falls off and drowns one night and he isn’t found until the next morning. i don’t know how much longer he lives after tony’s death, but i don’t think it’s more than two years. he doesn’t kill himself, but his death wasn’t exactly an accident, either.
Pestilential Tide
Death waited by the riverbank of Hamelin.
A black tidal wave rose and collapsed, narrowly missing the tabby running from the giant swarm of rats.
Wild-eyed, claws out, the cat growled around the ancient rat trapped in his maw, swatted fiercely at the rodents that came too close, shook off the ones that jumped on his back, without slowing down.
Puss jumped into the river, claws gripping a drifting log. The rats tried to swim to their captured leader. They got swallowed by the wild currents like black foam.
"You’re giving me a real workout," Death shook his head fondly.
tell my mom everything is ok
Billy Hargrove moodboard
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✩ blue and black keita ✩
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why is this so emo? why is there vague theming of drowning? just the vibes man. literally tho, this is just where my brain took me and i was just there for the ride. i love keita. i love ride or die. i love making moodboards. :)
“Not really, all he did though was just mourning his mom when I met him. I was just helping to do make-up on-site for this really cheesy ass slasher film.”
“Emphasis on cheesy because they decided to do the filming on sight knowing he was there. Though the whole losing a loved one happened at a different camp with a completely human killer,” She calmly explained, alluding to Camp Sleepaway.
“Though luckily nobody died there. Maybe cause I helped bury his mom? I don’t know.” This part she shrugged at, still unsure how that was even a miracle.
“I’m not excusing his behavior, really I’m not. but I am keeping in mind that he was in a cycle of violence that began the moment he first died. When he was simply a kid with hydrocephalus and the whole drowning combined with bullying and negligence,” She added. Of course, she was terrified when they first met. Of course, there’s the chance she might get killed. But does knowing what happened to him help understand him a little? Maybe.
“But yeah, I’ll make sure he stays on the narrow. I just don’t really like talking about how I met him. Not out of trauma, but out of annoyance ‘cause way too many people asked. And anytime I do tell it, I always need coffee.”
Morgana: Note to self, don’t let anyone swim in the pool of blood. It just sucks them into an abyss.
Morgana: Crap.
Morgana: Well, at least we’ve got a pizza.
crocodile tears
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why won’t you believe me? why can’t you believe that it’s me?
the water is too murky, you say? so what? you can still see me. you can still save me.
don’t i seem particularly pitiful right now? i don’t cry often, so that must make it true.
there’s no flaw in my logic. after all.
the fact is that i need to be made happy.
won’t you be the one to help?
something something uhm. sacrificing oneself to save oneself. something something OKAY WHATEVER THE POINT IS GIRL’S GOT ISSUES i don’t have anything else (i do it just doesn’t fit the post).
kalmia CAN!! Cry by will. She doesn’t use it often unless playing as the ‘innocent+fragile’ FL (which. she can’t often use in NRC bc they’d probably. not fall for it.).
anyway. ms classic oi villainess. ms tryhard fl. she needs to chill. but if she doesn’t chill i can keep making arts like these!! so i have mixed feelings.
ANYWAY!! experimental piece!! all this made me realize is that i still don’t know how to use texture brushes that look good in my eyes. idk. maybe someday.
back to ur daily scheduled uh. doodle reqs!! Until I finish it!!
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I’ve heard that drowning is one of the most peacefull ways to die
In light of the new chapter of ROBLOX: The Mimic coming out, I decided to do some edgy fanart. I've been meaning to upload more drawings on my tumblr (and in general) so here ya go, under the cut.
TW: Drowning
And, if you look closely, you might see something watching you.
Bonus art: Analog Horror version
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.“
Day 34 (week three): Drowning in despair
A bit messier than usual, i’m testing a tablet at the moment, and the pen is hard to use
The only one who might understand me is me
Even that is only a possibility
Still, it’s better than nothing
Better than accepting the loneliness in the pit of my stomach
Eating me alive until there’s nothing left
Maybe that’s why I imagine another version of me, holding a hand out while I drown pitifully in the ocean
Maybe that’s why, every night, I hope to fall asleep and wake up in another place
Or to never open my eyes again
sonic and perfect chaos
idk i had a prompt, got silly and sidetracked from my goal(schoolwork) but i really like it so!!
hope to give you guyz more completed art and polished doodlez soon :]