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i am a siren, a mermaid; i know that i am beautiful while basking on the ocean’s waves and i know that i can eat flesh and bones at the bottom of the sea.

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aesthetics:   mermaids. 

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Half Moon Bay, California

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AESTHETIC MEME: [3/5] myths/mythical creatures – MERMAIDS

a mermaid is a legendary aquatic creature with the head and upper body of a female human and the tail of a fish. mermaids appear in the folklore of many cultures worldwide, including the near east, europe, africa and asia. the first stories appeared in ancient assyria, in which the goddess atargatis transformed herself into a mermaid out of shame for accidentally killing her human lover. mermaids are sometimes associated with perilous events such as floods, storms, shipwrecks and drownings. in other folk traditions, they can be benevolent or beneficent, bestowing boons or falling in love with humans.

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                                        ❝  adventure is in who we are. ❞

crossovers always encouraged! original backstory/biography implemented. multi verses with more to come/multi timelines.

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Selkie Moodboard 

Once a Selkie finds its skin again, neither chains of steel nor chains of love can keep her from the sea - The Secret of Roan Inish

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Mermaid

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Ebba Zingmark

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Ebba Zingmark

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hey there! do you like the smell of the ocean? love to hear the gulls overhead and feel the spray against your skin? who doesn’t love nice nights on the coast with a fire to keep ya warm? who doesn’t like cozying up and recalling tales ofmerfolk beneath the foam? well, she isn’t your average little mermaid; meetbellamy! give this a like or reblog if you’d be interested in rp'ing with aprivate & selective mermaid oc! 10+ years experience on several platforms~

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    despite the fear that's lodged itself deep within the marrow of her bones, bellamy persisted. she was starving, stomach feeling as if it were to collapse into itself at any moment like the ships she's seen when the surface dwellers get into fights upon the water's surface. she's watched them blow the wooden floats to smithereens if only to boast over who got what from who's ship. her hunger propelled her through the clearest waters, ignoring the possibility of getting spotted --- she had only the school of fish before her on her mind. sharpened teeth bare in irritation at the lazy current of the twisting canal she was currently hunting in, tail giving a sharp and quick pump to push her past a gathering of rocks.

    she bares her teeth once more, watching as they flit left and right, attempting to lose her. her eyes narrow and small shoulders fall back, hands nearly touching behind her back before -- snap! her jaws clench around a wriggling fish, jerking her head quickly upwards before breaking the surface. she's grinning around the prey in her mouth, leaning herself against the nearest rock, back trembling as the adrenaline rushes through her veins. she bites down harder, the cold blood filling her mouth before she pulls the meat from the bone. she's never paused to think that despite in such a low-tide lagoon she's found herself in, that someone could be afoot.

         @adventuraider

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    she figured with the fall of night underway, that the surface dwellers would all but be asleep within their oddly shaped homes. she figured with the sun dying away and leaving the stars their blackened canvas to shine on, that she would be safe to break the surface of the navy waters and breach their world for a few moments of rest. it seemed here in nassau, they slept during the day and prowled at night. damn her curiosity to the depths of her home waters; the music was what drew her closer towards the rocks and subsequently into their net.

         though she was small, the panic within her chest was deep and broad, suffocating her as she tried her best to rear back and free her tail of the heavy rope. thick around the fork near the end, heavy around her waist as it tangled around flailing arms and a slender neck. fingers crooked themselves into claws, talons attempting to rip the netting from her figure --- she can hear footsteps heavy against the salt-worn boards of the docks. it seemed the more she flailed and attempted freedom, the heavier the bindings became.

           @reflectingchaos

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         bellamy isn't sure if everyone knows about the storm that's brewing. she isn't sure if they can feel the shifts in the wind, how the gulls seemed to stop making noises overhead against the greying skies. she wonders if they can tell how the ocean recedes quickly, only to come crashing back against the darkened shores; bellamy can smell it. she leans back against the pier, pale legs dangling just above the ocean's surface, toes barely away from creating ripples. she squints upwards, watching the last of the gulls as they soar to their nests --- whatever storm was coming, it was a big one, that was for sure.

      she tips her head, keen ears listening to the high pitched keen of the wind between the palms; the first drop of rain hits and the ripples fade outwards in rings. she leans against her left arm, right palm held skyward as she feels the peppering kisses of wetness gather in the centre of her flesh. it always felt different when she was topside. she can hear the small squeals of the two-legged land dwellers as they run for cover -- bellamy keeps to the edge of the pier, readjusting herself to lean back on her arms and gaze towards the blackened horizon. thunder rumbles in her bones.

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