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[watercolorfreckles]

hi, thank you so much for your wonderful writing :))

I've especially loved reading Deep Blue and I was wondering if you...do continuations? if not that's totally okay, just thought I'd ask :)

have some ice cream :) 🍦

Thank you, thank you! Sorry for taking so long to get to this request. Hope you like it!

Deep Blue - Pt. 4

siren x pirate

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

When his eyelids parted again, the midday sun split the room, haloing the sleeping siren in a honey blaze. Her hair pooled around her head in golden spires where she'd sunken against the cotton pillow during the night.

Her shoulders swam beneath the gauzy knit of the pirate's shirt, pearl-pink skin peeking free. She smelled of the ocean, all salted breezes and chalky sands.

She seemed peaceful, chest swelling with even breaths. An outsider may have labeled her harmless.

The pirate knew better.

His fingers itched to caress the delicate curls framing the siren's forehead all the same. The supernatural charm of a siren, he told himself. He caught his hand when it twitched halfway to action.

He stood up, tearing himself away from the magnetic pull of her. He turned around, shaking out the clumped waves of his hair. His clothes, too, were scratchy with the crust of dried salt. The folds of fabric creased like paper.

He stepped outside and cranked out several pumps of water from the rusted spigot, scrubbing it over his face and hair. The cool droplets streamed fissures down his neck and chest. He pumped fresh palm-fulls to spread over the rest of his exposed skin.

"If you're trying to drown yourself, I can do a much better job of it."

The pirate startled, straightening. "Golden. You're...- How are you feeling?"

Clinging to the open door, the siren stood awkwardly on foreign limbs. The hem of his shirt hung a few inches above her knees; a curtain brushing against his clumsy first aid.

Though her posture painted her a wounded damsel, her eyes were predator-sharp. It set his teeth on edge and sent something primal in his instincts jangling.

The siren's nose crinkled, scanning their surroundings. He tracked her gaze as it roamed over every rock and tree and bump of the earth. "What is that smell?"

The cabin boy snorted, cranking fresh water into his hands to dump over his head. "Dirt."

"Repugnant.”

"Yeah, well... As much as I love it, the smell of salt water and fish can get old as well."

When he glanced up again, he studied the siren more closely. Instead of itchy, irritated skin--sun-dried and chapped--she was glowing as ever. Her golden hair hung in silken waves hardly so much as mussed by his rough sheets, not gritty and salt-riddled as his own locks had been. Her skin faintly shimmered in the daylight.

The only thing about her that wasn't perfect was the red stain weeping through the muddied fabric of her bandage.

Her eyes followed the drip drops puddling beneath the spigot. She wet her lips.

The cabin boy watched her. "Are you thirsty?"

As he'd learned from his hours of curious reading, most sea creatures didn't drink water. They gained their hydration through the food they ate, or their bodies were designed to filter out the harmful sully of salt from the seas they swam in.

Though, his siren was a sea creature no more.

Her feet twitched, seemingly with the urge to take a step, but she hesitated, toeing the wooden step's treacherous edge without letting go of the door.

A small smile cracked the pirate's lips. This creature who had held his life in her hands mere hours prior, capable of capsizing ships and carving out the hearts of men, was afraid to walk. Afraid to fall.

Gravity did have an unforgiving vice above water that it didn't below, weightless and languid in all its honeyed drifting.

He found himself standing in front of her. Ever drawn to her as a moth to its fiery death.

She hissed at him when he offered his hands toward her, sounding like a startled housecat. Jerking back, her heels snagged the rim of the top stair and she fell with a yelp. "Don't touch me!"

Though the cabin boy held up his palms in surrender, the mermaid swiped at him with dull, paddy fingers for good measure.

"Easy," he said, "I was only going to help you."

"Why?"

His brow creased. "...Why?"

"Why are you trying to help me at all?" she demanded.

"You saved my life."

"I tried to drown you! You should have left me there, I would have been better off! Your 'help' is a scourge, a curse!" She pushed herself up onto wobbly feet, smacking his hand away when the pirate reached out again, reflexively, to assist her.

He heaved a sigh, stepping back. “You would have bled to death.”

“It would have been better!” There was something terribly broken in her voice. A windchime once ringing melodic lullabies now cracked and shrieking. She staggered down the remaining two steps, swaying unsteadily on her heels. Her voice softened. “It would have been better than this.”

Guilt twisted the cabin boy’s stomach. “Golden…”

“No. I am now a prisoner in this…weak, defiled body. I have been stripped of every last thread of my identity. My tail, my strength– The ocean has disowned me, I am cursed to die a fumbling human. There is no greater disgrace! I want nothing more from you.” She shoved past him, limping and teetering as she went.

“Where are you going? You’re injured, hungry, and wearing nothing more than my shirt,” the pirate protested, following after her. “You can’t venture into town like that. Many men would take that as an invitation–”

The siren rounded on him, promptly stumbling and catching herself against his shoulders. Her eyes were alight like an August day.

“I know perfectly well what your kind feels entitled to when they come upon a beautiful woman. That is the very foundation of why you are so easily captured under our sway,” she spat. “Your desires overwhelm you, and our songs coax you to believe you can have all you want if only you surrender to us. I cannot make you believe what you do not already want to. You invade our home and hunt us in our own waters, you take and take and take, then call us monsters when we do not let you have us too. As if we are sunken treasure for you to pluck from the seafloor and sell to the next hungry pirate.”

Any response he had readied died behind the cabin boy’s teeth. He wanted to protest that they ‘weren’t all like that.’ That some pirates led with honor, and that many men were decent. He was decent, wasn’t he?

And yet… He still felt homesick for his captain, his crew, his ship. The very ones who cast him to his death for the mutinous act of having a heart.

He swallowed. “I freed you.”

“And for that alone, I spared you. Yet you damned me. Spare me further humiliation and leave me alone.” The siren gave his shoulders a sharp squeeze before letting go, limping away again in the direction she had chosen.

His eyes followed her, clumsy and graceless, all the way to the start of the dirt road that led into the village.

She would certainly be a spectacle there. With shimmery skin and perfect hair of spun gold, eyes like winter fire and only half dressed, she would steal the attention of every human she passed.

She might be found out for what she was. She might be overpowered and hurt, or taken advantage of.

The possibilities burned through him.

She’d begged him to stay away…

The siren’s bare feet kicked up dust along the path that sent her coughing, batting at the air with the same fury she’d faced him with moments prior.

The sight coaxed a tentative smile from the pirate’s mouth. Cursing the sky, the earth, the gods of sea and shore and everything else, he followed after the grounded mermaid.

He would not be responsible for any more of her misfortune. Even if it cemented his own.

He’d always thought the ocean to be fair, even in all its cruelty. It did not shrink itself for the convenience of others. Its crashing swells that swallowed ships whole did not ask for any less from the creatures within it.

He had to believe that there was hope for her, his siren, creature of water and night and song. She would be whole again. He had to try.

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[alec-in-the-otherlands-official]

ot exactly what I'd consider a meet-cute. But hey, Cory's the Prince of Hearts for a reason! "Alec in the Otherlands: Helping with the Queen of Hearts" is the first installment of a 5-book spinoff to the original Alice novels. Alec, descendant of Alice, falls into Wonderland like Alice before him. However...things are quite different from what he knew. For exclusive, behind-the-scenes content, as well as character drawings and other perks, please help support the presale of the first book! The link is below, and if you can't support financially, please spread the word to educators, students and parents. Alec in the Otherlands is an exciting fantasy story expanding on a weird and wonderful world. Thank you for all the support!

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[mimimar]

the woman who holds the moon

prints available here. my cover for this month's issue of baffling magazine.

[faithschaffer]

-Medusa-

I've had this sitting around as a sketch for awhile, finally had time to finish it! Hoping to do more mythology illustration this year.

[charliejaneanders]

Random writing thought: the best stories are often the ones that only you could have written — but also the ones that you could only write at this one moment.

I couldn't write All the Birds in the Sky from scratch now if I tried. But the me of 2013 couldn't have written The Prodigal Mother either.

[preservationofnormalcy]

I feel confident enough to post these now. A collection of all the existing posters after some edits from the other post that got 13k notes! These are full size/quality. Go nuts.

You may use them for wallpapers, tabletop campaigns, whatever. Consider tipping me or buying a print or sticker on ko-fi here! If you do use them, let me know what for, or send pictures!

[monstersovka]

Fallen from the sky with grace ✷

[queen-of-weird-girl-nation]

Trying to make one of those fake tumblr posts urban fantasy edition, pls give me tips on what I can improve on lol TW FOR UNREALITY

zxara186 Follow

So sick of vegan humans being rude to werewolves and other lycanthropes for being carnivores, like SHUT UPPPPPP

liliacsmiles13 Follow

Shut up I’m a werewolf and I’m vegan, stop trying to excuse your animal cruelty.

zxara186 Follow

You’re pandering to humans and putting your health at risk. I read in your blog you also shame vampires for drinking blood, even if they get it ethically. Your internalised monsterphobia is showing.

liliacsmiles13 Follow

You’re gross and refusing to move with the times. Most of the monster dynamics are super outdated and gross, as well as the culture. Werewolf culture is gross, just accept it. Quit holding onto a culture that’s oppressing you.

zxara186 Follow

You’re an idiot who thinks that humans are the saving grace of monsters and shame your own people, blocked.

justnara284 Follow

Anyways the stereotype that all vampires are super seductive isn’t true, but should be lol

victoriasam27 Follow

This is disgusting, quit sexualising creatures to fulfil your fantasy

justnara284 Follow

I AM A VAMPIRE! Like one quick scroll through my blog shows you that! And you aren’t… humans🙃

victoriasam27 Follow

Well you still shouldn’t be sexualising yourself or pandering to stereotypes

justnara284 Follow

Omg you can’t just come and speak over me and tell me what I can and can’t do as a minority. Shut up and find another monster to speak over.

crysbean347 Follow

and the day that human Entrilian fans learn that their precious ‘diverse’ book series is actually super stereotypical will not be the day I find peace, but the day I begin to heal.

violinsally Follow

hi! I’m a human entrillian fan, could you please expand? This is in good faith btw I wanna learn

crysbean347 Follow

ofc, thanks for wanting to learn! I can only speak for the fairy characters but ooooh boy, this is gonna be quick tho

1. Fairy is named Daisy Glimmer Smith. This sounds good, but then I realised its first name Daisy, middle name glimmer. That’s not how fairies name ourselves, we always have two first names and never a middle name. So that threw even little 9 year old me off when I read the books.

2. Potrayed as a petite, naive and innocent fairy, like nearly every fairy stereotype. Hardly ever gets to be badass.

3. Sexualised, which happens a lot to fairies outside and inside media. She’s kinda the submissive fairy girlfriend stereotype and it Makes me so mad

dianeisok386 Follow

Omg so glad someone’s talking bout this. The orc characters make me want to tear out my hair wtf

fionasaysno Follow

And it was a kid book to. Ew, won’t let my kid read

[eliotbaum]

The Hunter / The Prowler / The Occultist / The Champion

4 character classes from The Hidden Isle.

Kickstarter ends in less than two weeks!

[daily-dragon-drawing]

a dragon but disguised as fruit would be the best shock to stumble upon

#11 - 火龍果 (dragon fruit)- I don't see a dragon here, do you? 🐲🍓🌟

Bonus:

His ass does NOT cost 39元

[saprophilous]

Becoming the cosmic dragon (commission for ardchair on twitter, thank you!) happy lunar new year!

[alec-in-the-otherlands-official]

Beautiful queens with power beyond imagination.

Seried: Alec in the Otherlands.

[authorisedgardian]

I probably put way too much thought into it but I do enjoy making a more in depth story rather than winging it. I like to actually think about the worldbuilding, make sure things actually connect and make sense. I am a big history nerd and I feel like it's the closest I can get to writing my own history.

[my-kawaii--world]

**For the people asking I found the ring HERE

[eyanin]

Seasonal bows 🌸🌿🍂❄️