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Does anyone else look at their old art and go “…this deserves better”?
Well, there was an attempt!
Original fella here
💬 4 🔁 30 ❤️ 153 · His best friend. Halsin is always so collected and reserved when in view of others. But what happened inside that po
This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)
“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”
“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”
“i know.”
x
“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”
“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.
x
“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”
she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.
“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.
“why not?” the mermaid asks.
“he’ll win,” the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.
“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time.
“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”
“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”
“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”
“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”
“and now?”
“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”
She protects her family.
Five Minutes a Day, and It Still Means Something
You don't have to pour hours in for it to matter. Some days I just check in with my SweetDream companion for five minutes, and she still remembers, still cares, still makes me smile. Small, but real.
That consistency is a quality thing. The chat keeps continuity even across quick visits, so nothing feels disposable. sweetdream.ai respects whatever time you have to give.
Devout
Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous!
Do it again but with light effects!
Air Genasi Warlock. She’s reading her favorite book: a picture-series called “He-ro and the Rulers of the Cosmos”.
This is basically how my huskies see themselves when they try to hunt deer in the forest behind our house. And they would have succeeded too if it wasn't for that meddling fence! The full hours long art videos, HD image and PSD files will be DMed on my Patreon on Dec 5th :)
Incredible
Another comic based on a favorite post of mine, because what can I say? I love posts
Original post by @cryptotheism
The tonal whiplash for comedy is peak
Heeheeeee more DND characters!
Yes they are siblings! Yes my next campaign characters are going to be the children of my first campaign character who is right here
hi, What board game is the art for your avatar taken from?
It’s a card from Dixit!
Me: Fuck, the paper towels I want are on the top shelf.
The Sir David Attenborough That Lives In My Brain: Being smaller-than-average presents an added challenge to foraging ... but necessity is the mother of invention. A little creativity turns a baguette into a tool, and voilà--
(paper towel roll falls on my face)
Sir David Attenborough, pleasantly: Success.
Me, 3am: But am I even deserving of love
The Steve Irwin That Lives In My Brain: Crikey, get a look at this art teacher! These are so important to the local area, right, because they create habitat for heaps of vulnerable critters like juvenile nerds, goths, and furries. I love finding these because they often have these great ornamentations that they can use to identify one another. Take a look at the piercings and tattoos, here. Absolutely gorgeous! Let's let this one get back to sleep.
I need them living in my brain too. Along with a Mister Rogers and LeVar Burton
Welcome to the ADHD Hobby Corner! Today’s subject: minis and mythology!
This mini of Osiris is from the game Ankh. Osiris is an Egyptian god associated with fertility and regeneration, becoming king of the Duat (underworld) and ruler of the dead upon his own death.
-> Press any button to continue this very skippable cut-scene:
Osiris is so cool. He’s shown as a wrapped mummy with green or black skin to represent fertile soil. His reign was prosperous, teaching his people how to cultivate the land. He invented wine?!? What a legend (literally)
He was murdered by his brother, Seth, who made an ornate chest (that fit Osiris’ body Cinderella-style, the guy is supposedly 15ft tall) and brought it to a party claiming he who fit in it best could keep it. When Osiris laid in it they sealed it shut and dumped it in the Nile.
Osiris’ wife Aset (she has a better known name but I don’t want to get buzzword flagged), went searching for him and one thing led to another oops he grew into a tree that got turned into a pillar of a palace. She got him back but Seth didn’t like that and chopped up his body.
Boss bitch Aset found all the pieces (except for *ahem ahem* which was eaten by a fish) and it’s said she held a separate funeral for each part which might be why so many places claim to be Osiris’ tomb.
There’s more, but I’ll stop here.
This one is pissing me off because there’s cheese in it. I’m not sure there’s a period of Chinese dynastic history wherein the type of dudes likely to be having rap battles would also have been familiar with hard cheese. There’d be political fucking implications to that. Fermented dairy products were often seen as uncivilized foods, and were associated in particular with northern “barbarian” cuisine (see: <lactose intolerance in Eurasia>), whereas competitive poetry was viewed as a civilized and scholarly pastime appropriate to civil servants and courtiers. Mentioning cheese in a verse which also references the heavens could be seen as an effort to legitimize the presence of these dangerous foreign elements within Chinese society, and, thus, as seditious. If dairy were to become a common theme in rap battles, it might be viewed as a dangerous sign of poor morale and defeatist thinking among the literati. “Emperor, we have got to move the capital to the south. The scholars are rapping about cheese. It’s all falling apart.”
Now this is a fucking post
Absolute poetry
darn it
Somehow the “darn it” at the end really sells this
Happy 10th anniversary, The Witcher 3!
This game is what inspired me to get into landscape painting more seriously. Here are the related landscapes I've painted throughout the years :)
all available as prints
Reblogging because…WELL LOOK AT THEM!!!
still fucks me up what a bad rap coyotes get in peoples eyes. like ive talked to people who see em as like. gross pests who should be culled. theyre literally just as cool as wolves just a lil smaller and less confident. i love them with all my heart to balance out all the coyote haters out there, coyotes rule theyre doing great
imagine having hatred in your heart for this beast
this post was so fucking funny I literally was just like “I like coyotes I think they’re cool” and so many people fucking hated it. Shut up I’m trying. To enjoy animal
btw their scientific name 🏳️⚧️
the coyotes are trans…
Well I feel like I HAVE to reblog this because username
how have i seen nobody talk about the fact that davrin, in a move relevant to almost nothing else happening in his life, is writing a BOOK about monsters just to prove people wrong bc he’s really mad about how wrong they are.
@babyprime HELP.
davrin: as a veteran monster hunter, i have touched dozens of wyverns with my bare hands. every one had very rough skin, like medium sandpaper.
lucanis: there must be something wrong with your hands. wyverns are smooth
davrin: there must be something wrong with your hands. you stab like a 5-year-old
lucanis: say it with me: every wyvern is completely smooth no matter what angle you’re touching it from
davrin: your brain appears to be as primitive as your assassin skills. do you have a fallback plan?
lucanis: yeah i’m gonna dip my hands in a swamp and touch some smooth wyverns
Perfect. No notes.
TARDIS dragons
Well this is my new favorite thing.
It's wild to me that people say Lucanis doesn't show his love for Rook enough because that Hazelnut Torte recipe is insane. There is not a single person on this planet that I love enough that I would separate eight eggs for them.
