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[otherwindow]

[otherwindow]

Iconic seafarer beards became a trend to scare away pesky mermaids.

Mermaid, seeing a bald pirate: Zero threat…! Mermaid, seeing a hairy, bearded pirate: If I get too close their face tentacles will eat me…!

[otherwindow]

Most mermaids only grow short beards as not to scare baby mermaids (longer beards look like the tentacled mouths of hungry squids and octopuses).

Pirates use this innate fear to their advantage to protect themselves from mermaids, hence the iconic beards and hat:

[ninjanaomi]

I like how this is presented as factual information

[rcppled-a]

jk im going to move this to another blog lel. tags are way too messy

[rcppled-a]

interaction call — tossing this out here while i continue to clean up things on this dusty blog. like for a starter, ask meme, or whatever from any of my muses! if you don't specify muse i'll randomize who it's from.

[rcppled-a]

“these 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖘 walk on water 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 runs through their veins the 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖗𝖞 𝖘𝖊𝖆 rises as we step into the rain.“

[cantabilechaos]

Imagine you’re like controlling a deep sea submersible camera and filming activity around a long dead whale carcass and you just see like what is very clearly an aquatic homo sapien just scuttling around eating detritus and meat scraps amongst all the weird crabs and shit like not even a mermaid or anything just like some dude kneeling in the sand and like obviously he’s a little fucked up from living so far down like his skin is a little translucent and he doesn’t seem to have any visible hair and his hands have a little more webbing than the average person and his eyes are large and solid silver but he’s still human enough that he could reasonably be just some particularly sickly guy if you saw him walking down the street but you inch closer with the camera and he looks directly at it and then darts away into the abyss with impressive swimming speed but not like a human more like a squid or something and you’re just sitting there with all your colleagues like what in the actual shit just happened and like you have the footage you all watch it over and over trying to find ways of explaining what you just saw as some sort of illusion or misunderstanding but that’s very clearly just a guy eating a whale carcass at the bottom of the ocean and you all spend the rest of your lives trying to find something more to explain this some sort of bones or a bit of dna or maybe even more footage and scientists around the world try to find evidence for or against your findings but you never see it happen again no one ever finds another guy down there and it just haunts you forever like wouldn’t that be fucked up lol

[rcppled-a]

SHITPOST!

lior’s just a stack of eels in a dolce & gabbana suit.

[featheredcritter]

The four horsemen of the apocalypse

[miniaturize]

[hungwy]

Seagull sounds are beautiful to me. Too bad they are the wails of dead sailors

[writing-prompt-s]

You work as tech support for ancient supernatural beings who are trying to adapt to the modern world. It’s a frustrating - and at times dangerous - job, but at least your clients pay well.

[abronzeagegod]

“My Great Destroyer, Consumer of Lands, Harbinger of the Deep Seas,” you say trying to keep the exasperation from your voice, “you need to be connected to the internet to see your email.”

“{}@&_@&%(#(&@__!*_”

“Yes. Can you move the mouse to the lower right side of the screen? There should be some little bars that will tell you if you are connected to the wi-fi.”

“&%)!^*^$%^!_%_$}{|”

“No my Great and Terrible the wi-fi is not a rival god from the desert lands, it’s just the technology that let’s you see your email.”

“!*&){}|@*#”

“Good, that means you are connected to the internet. Now if you can open your browser, Mozilla Firefox, Google Chrome, or even Microsoft Edge.”

“!@^&)(&@!&&&@}|”

You mute yourself so you can swear. “Yes, you can use Internet Explorer to access your AOL email account. If I may offer a suggestion?”

“$%^&*@”

“It will be easier in the long run, I promise. But Microsoft stopped supporting Internet Explorer a long time ago, and AOL is barely a company anymore. If you will let me walk you through some steps we can get you a modern web browser and a brand new email-”

“&^$}”

“Yes, with all of your old email.”

—-

Five hours of your life later, you’ve got the deep sea eldritch god set up with Firefox and a new email with forwarding from it’s old email. Just when you start to think that this job isn’t remotely worth it, a small crab-like creature crawls across your desk. (you can’t in good conscious call it a crab because it somehow has both too many eyes, legs, and pincers, and not enough of the same. yet your brain interprets the being as “crab”)

It’s about the size of a coffee mug and it holds something up for you, shaking one of it’s many claws at you.

You take the small thing, and crab scuttles away to where ever it came from.

The small thing in your palm seems to be a tiny treasure chest, the kind of thing that you’d put in a goldfish bowl. It feels wet and the kind of slimy something gets from being covered in seaweed.

You put it down on your desk just in time for it to rapidly expand, cracking a support on your desk and covering you in sea water.

Before you can get mad about it the chest opens revealing a small horde of gold, jewels, and a bottle of what you have to assume is pirate rum.

“Oh! Cool!” one of your coworkers say as they pop their head up over the cubicle wall. “I wish I got pirate booty once in a while.”

“Why, what did Thyrien, Emissary of the Sun, give you for helping them recover their steam library?” you ask.

“A sense of peace and calm about my life and place in the world.”

“Oh sounds nice.”

“It is. They also gave me this ceremonial headdress.” You coworker disappears for a moment and puts on a giant headdress that appears to be made from gold and platinum and has several truly giant diamonds all over it.

“Wow,” you say.

“Yeah, I’m thinking I should wear this to the next company mixer.”

[rcppled-a]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐀 ... about your darkness, about your depths. your relentlessness – my heart. it understands.

ind. private & highly selective multimuse ft. themes of deep depths & eldritch creatures of the sea.  - - - - dragged to shore by ro .

[rcppled-a]

It’s kind of hard to write with you when your muses are so OP

hard in which way?

[rcppled-a]

ooc — hehe a littole ReFresh <3

[rcppled-a]

lmao, like, what if i brought this back

[julykings]

like a dream, sir

[devilmuse]

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