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Hello, Tumblr! First of all, I must warn you all that English isn’t my first language (you might have already guessed that), so I hope you’ll forgive me for any mistakes. You can call me Thing or whatever you’d like to. I’m not picky.

Well, back to the important part. Here I’m going to post different things, that are more or less connected with my fictional world. This includes drawings, small pieces of writing, crafts…. Anything really.

Malevolent’s Masterlist 💛:

Fish bowl

First meeting

First night

Perfect hunter

Yummy lunch

Embroidery musings masterlist✨(Tw: blood, gore, unpleasant image, may be interpreted as self-destructive behaviour):

1. Daisy fantasy

2. Cranberry forest

3. Sunny dreams

4. Rosy culmination

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I miss Forest.

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Tag game #I lost count

Put whatever you want in the box, 1 item only!

Tags! @blueeyesblueties @sirpompet @saltnburnbaby @saeftiel @beestiel-winchester @windfall-prophet @thursdayismyholyday and open reblogs too!

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karkat

@jeffthegrate @decentlyokay @nonbinarydiseaseexpert @erm-acktualy

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A single popin’ cookin’

@ollieollieollieollieollieolliee @xanydoesart @shadowguys-and-saxophones @ I don’t have many mutuals and I forgot ok open tags

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Batttat

@nonbinarydiseaseexpert @xanydoesart + open tagss idk

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Bnuuy

@r3my-th3-r4t @superstar-rockin @br00k1ynns-wif3 @noahhwashere + open tags !

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a whole blacktip reef shark.

@dusky-shark13 @sk3tchyaliway27 @lexithestarqueen @weirdthingweee and open tags !!

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Baby spruce.

@fallenwhumpee @mj-iza-writer @hadesstan

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A lazy doodle of Forest (and river).

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I love your fish art!! your guppies remind me of the ones I used to have in middle school heheh :3

Awww, thank you so much!! ☺️ Fish are definitely very satisfying to draw

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The Dragon.

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More fish.

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Guppies.

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Fish.

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Is there anyone here, who is fluent in Latin by any chance? No?

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The most accurate description of my dog.

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I saw a very beautiful person in subway the other day, and felt inclined to draw the vague idea of what they looked like.

Star glitter is simply stunning, in my opinion!

P.S. This is in no way an accurate depiction of what that person’s facial features looked like, because drawing faces and remembering them is not my thing :”) But the idea is similar.

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ITS SPRING

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Somewhere far away, where snow is pristine and sparky, creaking cheerfully under each careful step, where fluffy birds sing and quarrel with each other, hidden in-between the snowy branches of tall trees, where sky is as blue and clear as the first forget-me-nots, and where sun sends its golden rays through the transparent ornaments of frost, casting colourful sparks on the ice…

Somewhere there a lullaby is being sung gently by the wind, caring words whispered by wise trees, as they let their thin branches dance and glisten in the winter breeze. Cheeky sunlight spots play leapfrog on the virgin snow, spilling gold on an icy dress of the woods, weaved lovingly by the Winter herself.

Far away does the song fly, over the snowy canopies and up towards the blue sky, until it finds its place between the wings of a lonely white bird, the one that brings storms in its gray beak and carries the gentlest breezes in its sharp claws.

There goes the story of the Winter song.

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I decided to do an experiment, of finding a prompt to write a story about a few years ago, and one writing idea did catch my eye. It was mixing up two classical fairytales and creating a completely new, unique story. That’s when I decided that it’ll be a wonderful opportunity to flex my writing muscles and train both the language and the creative skill itself. Everything seemed to be perfect, and the chosen fairytales, “The Beauty and The Beast” & “The Little Mermaid” even seemed to intertwine with each other quite organically.

However… I completely forgot I started that project until today. As usual.

So! I think it’s a bit unfair to let the first part of the story rot further in my drafts, that’s why now this little abomination of mine is entering the real world for the first time. Also, it still wears its placeholder name, I’m sorry in advance for that.

Enjoy!

Of fish and beasts

Sea waters licked the soft sand weakly, almost as if they were tired after the storm. A thin trail of moonlight trembled on the water, and only to the most watchful of all that moonlight dance could remind of a way the tears glisten in the eyes of a mother hunched over her dying child. The waves whisper. Their words are too faint to be heard, but these are words still; words of grief, words of regret.

Two figures were standing on the shore, silent.

“The storm has died out,” one of them, a young man with fiery red hair and equally fiery eyes, which sparkled green in the dark, much like the eyes of a wild animal, finally broke the silence. He turned his head away from the water to look at the other person, waiting for an answer. His companion didn’t move her for a while, as if mesmerized by the sight of the water. The moonlight silvered her withered face, changed by merciless time, highlighting the cobwebs of tiny wrinkles, and dancing in her old, wise eyes.

“The sea mourns the loss of its child. So do other mermaids. I can hear their crying in the waves,” the old woman said in a sedate voice, calm and ancient as the mountains. She turned to the redhead, “It would not mourn her for long, though. Tonight the princess will come back to life, as a human child, destined for the great fate the Order had prepared for her.”

The young man glanced at the sea again and snorted, “What’s so special about that silly mermaid? She is not the first one to die because of her silly love, and is definitely not the last,” he kicked the sand with his boot and looked back at the witch, “Why did your precious Order choose her out of all? And what for? ‘For the great fate’… You old witches are just gonna turn that little fish into your very own sacrificial lamb, aren’t you? I heard about the Beas—”

“Careful with your words, fox, or else I’ll throw you back to hunters,” the witch hissed quietly, “You aren’t the one to judge the Order. Nonetheless, I can assure you, the girl is going to be safe. This time, her love is destined to heal, not eat her alive.”

The pair fell silent once again. Unmoving. Listening carefully to the sound of waves.

The old woman eventually broke out of her stupor, sniffing the midnight air. The big chubby moon has already creeped up the clear sky and was now shinning down even brighter with its silverish-white light.

“The time has come,” the witch nodded at the moon. She took a clean cloth from under her cloak, held it in her crooked hands and then crouched next to the water, whispering something under her breath. When she stood up, she was holding a sleeping baby swaddled in the cloth. Even in moonlight the baby’s calm face was as beautiful and fresh as the morning rose, with her pink cheeks, little nose and pretty lips.

“Take her, fox, and leave her on the merchant’s threshold. Be careful, though: it’s time the merchant goes out to bury his stillborn daughter. He must not see you, or else my magic would be powerless. Do not worry about the child. The merchant will forget about his dead daughter the moment he sees the princess. As for his wife, the poor thing, she is too weakened from giving birth to sense a changeling,” the witch’s eyes softened as she looked over the baby. A tiny smile ghosted over her dry lips, as she stepped back from the pair. She nodded to the man, “Go now. And let’s hope gods will be merciful tonight.”

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We have a yet another beautiful addition to

Embroidery musings ✨

TW: BLOOD, GORE, UPSETTING IMAGE, SENSITIVE SUBJECT (IMPLICATION OF A SELF-DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR

I’m honestly quite proud of this one :)

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TW: BLOOD, GORE, UPSETTING IMAGE, POSSIBLE EYE STRAIN. For some might represent dissociative state of mind.

Yet another one of Embroidery musings✨

I am no longer truly real, am I?