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memorymadeofthese · 2 years
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' TO START A JOURNEY ON A GREAT DAY '
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fhtagn-and-tentacles · 3 months
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MOTHER WAKE
by William Bao
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onaperduamedee · 7 months
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Your body no longer feels like your own.
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reloadbun · 8 days
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Have you ever wanted to befriend a hungry air mattress?
I was working on a different rw piece entirely and got sidetracked into making a creature... introducing shoregull!!
Try throwing things at them! Like food! Or spears...?
Part of a fan region I've got rattling around in the head I'm tentatively calling Stormy Shores.
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spaciebabie · 9 months
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the gloves are impenetrable!!! until....he takes them off
based on this post followed by this ask
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allenanix · 3 months
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Take care of the nature & nature will take care of you.
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bornulhuu · 8 months
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Visit from Vivenuye
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chimeride · 11 months
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sharkie-malarkie · 2 months
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Salmon shark, I love them so much 🥺
DYK…
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salmon sharks eat salmon (obviously), sablefish, trout, squid, herring, pollock, sardines, and sculpins
salmon sharks are thought to be capable of injuring humans, few, if any, attacks on humans have been reported, but reports of divers encountering salmon sharks and salmon sharks bumping fishing vessels have been given. these reports, however, may need positive identification of the shark species involved.
salmon sharks reproduce via aplacental viviparity. After breeding, a female will carry a bunch of fertilized eggs in her uterus. after hatching in utero, the biggest pups will actually eat their fellow siblings until just two to five pups remain.
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marinememes · 2 years
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kruzidula · 1 year
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Fjörulallinn
29.7 cm x 42 cm Acrylic on Watercolor paper, carton frame ^_^
The Shore Laddie (Beach Walker), an Icelandic cryptid :^) Usually has barnacles and mussels growing on it, this ones a bit different! (Perhaps too agile for anything to grow on him?)
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memorymadeofthese · 2 years
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IT'S COOL HERE!
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fhtagn-and-tentacles · 2 months
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CONFRONTATION
by Artem Chebokha
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doom-dreaming · 3 months
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Cheerful Oblivion
Thought that I was hungry for love… Maybe I was just hungry for blood. **********
I met a woman in a club once. Years ago. Can’t get her out of my head. If I didn’t still have the napkin with her number on it… Well. Would’ve been easy to assume I dreamed the whole thing up.
It was a miserable night to be out. Rain was coming down in buckets, flooding the streets. Could almost hear it over the music, pelting the roof. But there she was. Filling the entire doorway. No coat. No umbrella. Nothing but a black tank top and jeans that looked too tight to be comfortable. Soaked to the bone, dripping wet, faded blue-raspberry-bright hair plastered to her neck. She looked like she’d dragged herself straight out of the ocean. In hindsight, maybe she had.
********** England is only ever gray or green. The girls glitter, Striding glorious and coatless in the rain. I remember falling through these streets, Somewhat out of place, if not for the drunkenness… It makes my chest hurt to think of it, Not of regret, but of missing that… …cheerful oblivion… **********
I remember the way she stood there, caught under spotlight rays of blue and green, the rain on her face sparkling like diamonds… She looked like an angel. Could’ve been. Probably wasn’t. More than likely…something else.
She didn't belong there. In the club. I don’t mean that in a judgmental way. Maybe philosophical. She didn't really seem like she belonged anywhere. But I could see it in her eyes, almost fluorescent blue under the lights. To her, it didn’t matter where she belonged. What mattered was where she wanted to be. And she wanted to be there. In that club. On that night.
I’d never been afraid of being noticed by a beautiful woman. I craved it. Don’t we all? This was different. She was different. Never felt my blood run colder than the second our eyes locked. It felt like being hunted.
********** It was not all pain and pavement slick with rain, And shining under lights from shitty clubs, And doing shitty drugs, And hugging girls that smelled like Britney Spears and…coconuts… **********
She flowed through the crowd like water, parting the proverbial sea, leaving a wake of awestruck stares. If she knew she was the center of attention, she didn’t care. She was a full head taller than anyone else, a titan amongst mere mortals. Muscles rippled when she moved. Wet skin shimmered. I tried not to stare, I really did. Couldn’t help myself. I could’ve watched her for days.
She swept ashore at the bar, smelling like petrichor and oil slicks. Ordered a drink. Smiled down at me, sitting so small a million miles beneath her. There was nothing human about that razor-sharp flash of teeth.
She asked if I wanted another drink. Hadn’t realized I’d finished the one in my hand. I nodded. Couldn’t find my voice. Tab’s on me, she’d said. Not here for long, least I can do. After tonight, you’ll never see me again.
********** And with your mermaid hair and your teeth so sharp, You crawled from the sea to break that sailor’s heart. You only get one night upon the shore, So dance like you’ve never danced before. And the dance floor is filling up with blood, But, oh Lord, you’ve never been so in love… **********
I asked her where she was from. She laughed, a harsh bark of a thing that ripped out of her throat like it hurt. Nowhere. I asked for her name. She didn’t answer. But that animal grin flashed back, a bright white scar across her face. For no reason, I thought about moths. And flames.
We stopped talking. Kept drinking. Started dancing. God, the way she moved. Like a machine. Like a predator. Like a ballerina. Equal parts precision, power, beauty.
I couldn’t keep up. She didn’t seem to care. I was a prop. A plaything. An entertaining little toy, something to keep her distracted. From what, I didn’t know. But it didn’t matter. It felt like an honor.
********** And the mermaids they come once a year, They climb the struts of Brighton Pier, They come to drink, they come to dance, To sacrifice a human heart. And the world is so much wilder than you think. You haven’t seen nothin’ ‘til you seen an English girl drink… **********
I do still see her. Sometimes. In my dreams. In those hazy amber-clad memories. It’s hard to know what was real. Don’t know who she was. Or what she was.
Never did call that number. Not sure she’d really wanted me to. Probably for the best. I get the feeling that if we’d been in that club alone together… She would’ve eaten me alive.
And I think I would've let her.
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recovering-vamp · 7 months
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starscr0ss · 12 days
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monster high au
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