Collecting . . . !

Meru / Sin || Multifandom || Mostly inactive || 20+ !Not a blog for minors, sometimes reblog inappropriate jokes/semi-suggestive content/art!

[merumisu]

😭😭😭

[celebrinienjoyer]

i need to show you all something that made me crylaugh last night. just fucking look at them.

[mintaii]

qifrey...................

[maxximatics]

and the universe said you are not alone.

[clarkent]

me @ 10

me @ 30

[catcrumb]

[lamignonette]

[tadaoren]

“If they can bark, but have no fucking bite; why are they up there in the pack. You are an animal. Act it.” - Monalii Mirit.

OC ART !

[tadaoren]

“Sail forth on your own orders, take no quarter and stay true to your course.” - Galiphae “Sea-Bitch” Cressard.

FANART FOR @merumisu !!

[devildaisies]

Attack #11 of @merumisu's character, Valinktine!

[sofiaruelle]

Baby, do you like this beat? I made it so you’ll dance with me~🎶

Redbubble

[selkiecrossing]

[prisiidon]

New zORA theyre so cute! 😭💕

[thegiantpuppy]

✨🎊ART ATTACK NO.9☠️✨

Finishing artfight with two mass attacks of me and my friends OC teams! Team WAMH and Team Poison! @the-silver-firefly / @merumisu / @snailmilkbiscuit / @dinosaurcowboy / @50der

[splatoon-character-of-all-time]

Round 3 Side B Match 4: Who's the best character?

DJ Octavio or Dedf1sh?

DJ Octavio

Dedf1sh

Voting ended onJul 15, 2023

[sofiaruelle]

Commissioned by the amazing @merumisu and lovely friend to draw their happily married OCs, Rān and Magus!

Want me to draw your OCs on a romantic date? Commission info here!✨✨

[carpsurprise]

→ note: this is a snippet of writing for haley and one of my farmers, finch. i don't think anyone really cares about my OC work— but since i haven't written in so long, i thought i'd post a little bit of it. i love writing sapphic anything

→ character: haley !! wlw !!!

… right by the glow of fireflies. Little pulses, moments of heavenly light— flicker like stars around Haley’s crown of hair. She couldn’t help but smile in awe of the bulbs of small light. With the sound of the ocean waves filling her ears, the smell of salt, and the blinking of fireflies, she seemed to revert to some childlike wonder at the world again. Every passing thought of trouble and unease seemed to melt under the humidity of the night.

Her fingers seemed to fidget, until she brought her palm up to show Finch what lay hidden in the safety of her hand. Four shells rested in the cup of her palm— two horn shells, a lettered olive, and a moon shell. Even though they were hard to see under moonlight, their light coloring seemed to almost reflect the waning gibbous. 

“I think this one is my favorite,” she whispered, picking up the moon shell between her fingers and holding it up to Finch’s face. 

Finch nodded. She kept her tone quiet, matching Haley’s. “Ever find any sand dollars?”

Haley shook her head.

Finch nodded again, looking down at their bare feet half-hidden underneath ivory sand. Some shells were littered about the beach, most broken and chipped from rolling amongst the tide. Haley kept the shells in her palm, tightening her grasp around them. 

“Lots of shells come up by the beach, right after the luau. They have every year. I come by here at night when it’s cool out to get the prettiest ones.”

“You like seashells?”

“Collecting seashells,” Haley corrected. “It’s a lost art.”