#sea maiden

[the-evil-clergyman]

The Sea-Maiden by Arthur Hacker (1897)

#arthur hacker #art #paintings #fine art #19th century #19th century art #academism #academicism #academic art #english artist #british artist #fantasy #sea maiden #siren #sirens #mermaid #mermaids #classic art

[liliaceusmaiden]

#sea maiden #sea witch #siren core #mermaid #mermaidcore #ocean witch #ocean magick #ocean core #sea elf #sea nymph #mystical #divine feminine #aphrodite

[star-struck-sea-lestial]

Spending some time with Lady Aphrodite🌳🛤️🌊🐚🌅💜 the only altar space I have right now is this spot next to my bed but that’s okay i think lol

#aphrodite #brujeria #ocean magick #sea maiden #sea witch #this is where i post from #la virgen de guadalupe #paganism #modern witch #altar #hellenic deities #witchblr #witch community #latina witch

[nappy-by-nature]

Sea Maiden

#black beauty #natural hair #beauty #sea maiden #melanatedmaidens #oshun #oshungoddess #oshunenergy

[songofsoma]

Sea Maiden

woah actually a second part??? who would've guessed (not me)

fandom: assassin’s creed odyssey pairing: kassandra x f!reader words: 1,533 rating: mature

read it on ao3

part 1 // part 2

All of your belongings that mattered had fit into a modest trunk, save the supplies you had purchased, which were slung over your shoulder in a thread-bare pack. 

You had been at the docks before the sun had even risen. Sleep had been impossible upon knowing that in mere hours you would be taken back into the loving embrace of your true love, the sea.

The docks were quiet. Only a few sailors roamed their respective decks, prepping for whatever journey the day would bring forth. You were sitting atop your trunk in front of the Adrestia while shifting through star maps that you could barely read in the dim light of breaking dawn. Above you, the sky was yawning a deep red through the fangs of sparse clouds, something to take note of before setting off. 

“You’re out early!” A familiar voice called.

Kassandra was standing at the railing, looking down at you with a broad smile and hands firmly square on her hips. 

You felt your lips curling to return the smile as you rolled up your maps and shoved them in your bag. “The Gods tried to strike me down multiple times on my way here. I successfully evaded them to get to you,” you joked.

She laughed heartily, hopping down onto the dock. Her hair was loose as if she had not yet prepared it for the day. But you found you liked it in this state, the unruly brunette curls being blown around by the wind, and her movements were fretfully charming. “I hope they will be forgiving. Having Poseidon capsize us with a great wave would be unfortunate.”

Kassandra insisted on carrying your chest aboard even when you insisted it wasn’t that heavy. It wasn’t a bad deal, however. You were able to watch the lean muscle of her arms work as she hoisted it up with a proud grin upon noticing your watchful gaze. 

“How long have you been itching to show off?” you asked in amusement, trying to muffle your obvious attraction.

“Long enough,” she admitted slyly before signaling you to follow her.

Already she was so forward. It was beginning to validate how she had clouded your thoughts for the past few days. Every corner you turned, a part of you selfishly hoped to run into the Eagle-Bearer. When you closed your eyes at night, you recalled how the small scar on her top lip tugged whenever she smiled or laughed. And you thought of her sitting across at your sad excuse of a kitchen table, talking so casually about how she was going to kill a man. That, you had to admit, had been rather sexy. 

She stepped onto the deck with ease, only needing a moment to balance the bulk of your luggage on her hip to grip the rope to tug herself aboard. Promptly, she set the chest down, offering a hand to you as if you hadn’t been coming on and off ships since you were a child. Still, something compelled you to accept her outstretched hand, feeling the warmth of her dry skin, calloused and rough from years of combat. 

Kassandra pulled you up with a force that made you stumble. You couldn’t prove it, but you swear she did it purposefully just to steady you with a hand on your waist. The touch was so purposeful and tender.

“Careful, my siren,” she murmured with a grin.

Your eyes widened at the pet name. You struggled for a response, your mind frantically spinning but coming up with nothing but static as your mouth opened uselessly.

“Kassandra!”

You peered over Kassandra’s shoulder to see a man approaching. Even with the intrusion, her hand still mingled at your waist. 

“Barnabas,” she greeted warmly. “Early rise today?”

“I can’t ever sleep before leaving port. I anticipate the open waters too much to rest.”

Barnabas was an older man with wind-swept grey hair and skin that may have well-been leather from decades beneath the unforgiving sun. His clothes were salt-crusted, sweat-stained, and honestly a bit tattered. A dichotomy of the misthios dressed in shining armor to cover her chest and a rich red fabric gathered around her waist with a leather belt with equally glorious blades. This man was the true pirate behind the Eagle-Bearer. 

“I have acquired us a new crew member.” Kassandra turned to face him. The warm skin of her palm slid over your lower back, so her hand settled on your other hip. You barely suppressed the shiver the contact brought. “She’s already got years of privateering under her belt but found herself stranded thanks to our now-dead target.” Her free hand gestured before her for emphasis as if she were recounting a record tale. 

You were acknowledged with a smile, smiling as if a father looked upon his beloved daughter. “Good to have you aboard. Welcome home, back to the sea where you belong.” He held out his hand.

You shook it firmly, unable to not return his smile. “You have no idea how happy I am to be home.”

Kassandra’s fingers pressed into your side and you found her to be grinning down at you. Dawn was yawning along the horizon, painting her golden skin with a deeper hue with the first breaches of sunlight. Sea breezes rustled the loose hair around her shoulders shifting the way her silhouette appeared against the purple sky. 

“Let me help you get set up before we set sail,” she offered, finally breaking away from your side to lift your crate. “Come with me.”

You nodded a goodbye to the old pirate before following Kassandra below deck. Wet wood, wine, and sweat filled your senses which truly meant you were home now. The scent alone brought back fond memories of laying below deck and being lulled to sleep by the rocking of the boat against gentle waves. Anticipation welled in your chance. It took great control to not stop in your tracks and recreate the sensation. There would be time for that later. 

Kassandra paused before a door and looked back at you. “You could sleep with the rest of the crew…”

“Or?” You asked, sensing an unasked question. 

Dark eyes flitted over you, taking their time before meeting your gaze. “I would share my cabin with you.”

Your brows raised in amusement. “By the Gods, misthios, do you ask all women you first meet by chance to share your bed?” The words were teasing, though they didn’t seem to affect her. 

“Only the exceptionally beautiful ones.” As she smiled it scar on her top lip tugged. You very suddenly found yourself wanting to trace it. With your finger? Your tongue? The Gods themselves only knew. 

“I do find myself being terribly lonely at night,” you mused, creeping a step closer. “You think you could keep me company well enough?”

Kassandra’s gaze wandered to your lips before clearing her throat and shifting her weight. “I believe I’m up to the challenge.”

You grinned as she pushed the door open, leading you into her quarters. The room was tiny. Just big enough to fit a bed fit for the size of two, a trunk in the corner, and a small desk you couldn’t even imagine Kassandra working behind. A polished piece of metal was propped up on the table, long leather cords in a pile in front of it. It must have been where she braided her hair each morning. 

She managed to squeeze your trunk beside her own. Yours was smaller. You didn’t have much to your name anyway. 

Kassandra turned to you with hands on her hips, that same smile tugging at her lips. “Does the lady find the situation to her liking?”

You hummed, running a finger over the surface of her table, and pretended to inspect it for dust. “It’ll do.”

She took a step closer as if to pin your hips against the edge of the desk. “I will be sure to make it…pleasurable. Is that comforting?”

“I’m inclined to let you try.” You boldly wound a strand of Kassandra’s coarse hair around your index finger, relishing in the way her gaze darkened. 

You didn’t miss the way she once again focused on your lips or the way she leaned in. Her hands gripped the desk on either side of you, caging you in so you were enveloped in the heat radiating from her body.

Your finger pressed to her lips made her pause. “It is a real shame we must set sail then, Captain.” The words were a purr and paired with a smile made of mischief. 

Kassandra huffed a curse under her breath. 

“You may get your kiss when you get me back to open water. You must bring me home, remember?” Your touch trailed away from her lips, avoiding her scar, you didn’t want to spoil that fantasy for yourself just yet. It traversed over her sharp jaw and down her neck until you hit the beginning of her breastplate.

“I guess I should go then if I want my reward.” She straightened. “Come, I will introduce you to the crew. They should all be present if they don’t want to be left behind.”

#my writing #sea maiden #kassandra of sparta #ac odyssey #assassins creed #assassin's creed odyssey #kassandra x reader #kassandra x f!reader #kassandra the eagle bearer

[mom0ny]

October 8, 1903 / city:????

Ariel is the youngest among her 6 sisters, she has always been very spoiled and loved by her father and sisters.

Ariel could never have known her mother, as when she was still a baby her mother died in a car accident and this devastated the family, as her mother was very loved. So every time they went to visit her mother's grave she sang some song in honor of her mother which her father and sisters loved.

With her mother dead, her aunt (on her father's side) who had the nickname "Úrsula" decided to take care of and educate the girls, obviously the girls didn't like her but they couldn't do anything because "she was family, and family has to love".

Her father was a strong and very intelligent mobster, he always ordered his henchmen to kill and charge anyone who owed money, he was very cold in these matters.... but when he wasn't working, he was a super sweet father with his daughters: kisses, affection, gifts, going out for a walk, telling bedtime stories, dancing with his daughters among other things.

Each of his daughters had a gun that their father gave as a gift and taught how to use, Ariel at the age of 14 got a gold brass knuckles, it was heavy but it was beautiful and Ariel loved her gun, But Ursula repressed her brother because "delicate ladies can't use weapons" but Ariel's father always said "I don't care" and continued to teach his daughters how to use weapons.

On a terrible day, their father died by groups of enemy mobsters and this led the 7 daughters to a great endless sadness for the loss of their dear father. Úrsula had to take care and educate them 100% now, and it was terrible "Laugh right! you look like a crow! " "don't eat too much, you're getting fat" "those clothes look awful on you" "you look ugly with short hair, let it grow" "you'll have to marry and have children" "throw those weapons away, they look wild", Ariel was very rebellious and never obeyed her Aunt

when Ariel turned 19, her aunt forced her to marry a rich man named Eric at the age of 28, Ariel and her sisters tried to protest but her aunt wouldn't listen, with tears in her eyes Ariel married Eric, Aric was a terrible husband.

Eric was thick, he didn't allow Ariel to visit her sisters, rude, he always made it clear that he cheated on Ariel with women, and he didn't like Ariel's voice because anything Ariel said or sang he beat her, Ariel reduced herself mute for 3 years, until one day Ariel caused Eric because she couldn't stand being one of the "other maids" anymore and then Eric beat her that her face turned red and her nose bled, Ariel wanted to see.

One night when Eric was drinking, Ariel started insulting Eric, calling him smelly, ugly, rude, skinny among other things. Eric tried to hit her with the bottle but ariel had his brass knuckles hidden for 3 years punched him so hard it broke his jaw, Ariel climbed on top of him and hit him really, really hard, she was taking all her hate out on him when the floor and her hands filled with blood, Ariel felt free.

Ariel how could she be arrested for murder, stole her money and fled to another city, St. Loiue and that made her very sad, she wanted to see her sisters and take them, but she couldn't.

Upon arriving in the city she went through many difficulties, until she saw that a restaurant had a vacancy for a singer and this was a chance to change her life, but obviously the queue was very long so Ariel had to give everything of herself to get the vacancy, Ariel got all dressed up, put on the best dress, best makeup and as she was late and couldn't find her hairbrush in time, she grabbed a fork from her kitchen and started combing her hair as she ran to the restaurant.

Ariel had a magnificent voice like an angel, so she was hired and her life improved a lot (at least she didn't have to starve anymore).

{🌊trivia🌊} • Ariel was always singing at home, she would make up lyrics about anything and sing.

• Ariel was nicknamed the "little mermaid" because she was very fond of books about sea animals, sea monsters and because she was small

• Ariel is afraid of heights

•His favorite food and fish

•Ariel loves the colors green, blue and pink

• Ariel every time she misses her sisters, she sings a song

•Ariel has a goldfish called "Flounder"

• Likes clothes with shine and lots of details

• Ariel is very affectionate and very curious, in the first days Ariel looked at and touched EVERYTHING in the restaurant

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy art #lackadaisy pilot #lackadaisy film #lackadaisy oc #ariel #a pequena sereia #sereia #sirens #cantar #my oc drawing #my oc fic #draw oc #oc #cat art #cat #orange cat #little mermaid #mermaid #sea maiden #1920s #lackadaisy fanfiction #fanfic #ariel disney #disney ariel #disney

[disneymarina]

Poem by me: once was woman who born at sea. She maiden that lower half fish but upper part of maiden. She dreamt day she can go to surface. She made it happen.

#my art #my artwork #my poem #mermaid oc #sea maiden

[longlistshort]

Brookhart Jonquil, “Groundless”, 2023, Mirrors, steel, acrylic paint, enamel paint

Brookhart Jonquil, “E)A)R)T)H)”, 2012, Mirrors, EPS, MDF, plaster, paint

Brookhart Jonquil, “Multiplication Portal”, 2022, Plexiglass, water, powdercoated steel, plant cuttings, marine polymer sheet, pump system

For The Nature of Art at the Museum of Fine Arts St. Petersburg, work from the exhibition is spread throughout different sections of the museum. In the Great Hall and Sculpture Garden are installations by Brookhart Jonquil.

From the museum about these works-

In this group of installations, Brookhart Jonquil creates art that engages physics, architecture, and ecology to explore the immaterial, shifting aspects of the natural world. His work reflects influences ranging from Minimalism to theories of utopia and perfection; it offers viewers new ways of seeing and a nuanced understanding of our place in the world. The works exhibited here and in the Sculpture Garden encompass over a decade of his career, illustrating how nature has always influenced his artistic practice.

Groundless is Jonquil’s most recent work, inspired by painting en plein air, the Impressionist practice of working outdoors. However, the artist has complicated this by incorporating mirrored surfaces that deny full control of his compositions. Jonquil notes, “Each stroke of paint multiplies unpredictably as I place it, while shifting colors and cloud-forms evade fixity.”

The floor-based sculpture E)A)R)T)H) uses five pieces of mirror glass to dissect an earthly sphere. Unlike Groundless, these mirrors reflect the Great Hall, foyer, and surrounding galleries, suggesting a macro-and micro-viewing of our planet. To further a sense of dislocation, Jonquil has inverted the colors typically associated with land and water: bodies of water are depicted in white, while land is blue.

Multiplication Portal-on view in the Sculpture Garden- is a participatory sculpture highlighting the care and responsibility involved in cultivating plants. Reminiscent of both a kaleidoscope and a beehive, it was inspired by chaos theory-also known as the butterfly effect, which is the idea that one tiny gesture can have colossal consequences within dynamic systems. Brookhart created Multiplication to fight environmental disillusionment. Can one individual impact the impending climate disaster? What is the point of separating paper and plastic? Does turning off the lights make a difference? Multiplication Portal serves as a reminder that our seemingly small actions have the potential for significant consequences.

In an upstairs gallery is the video installation, Blood, Sea by Janaina Tschäpe (seen below). The dreamy video takes you underwater to explore transformation through sea maiden myths.

Information on the installation from the museum-

Reminiscent of Voltaire's Micromégas, Janaina Tschäpe's fantastical scenes dissolve boundaries, seamlessly intertwining in an ever-flowing continuum of evolution and transformation in a grand opera that delves into themes of change, gender, and the construction of myth and history. The universe created by Tschäpe beckons one into a parallel world of ambiguous scale-indeterminate in both time and space. The spring-fed grotto provides the scenographic impetus for this grand production, a captivating fusion of a theme park nestled within a state park and bearing the distinction as one of Florida's oldest roadside attractions. The sea maiden mythologies that inform Blood, Sea link endless stories from across time and space, as many cultures have some version of a water goddess. Millennia of previously unknown deep-sea creatures caught in fishermen's nets spawned the mythic narratives that gave rise to these goddess/creature tales. From the Mami Wata spirits of West Africa to the water sprites of Irish lore, the trope of the sea maiden appears around the world and across time. Tschäpe's primary connection is her namesake, the Orixa lemanja of Candomblé. This powerful water spirit is the Brazilian version of the many syncretic gestures born of the Yoruban Afro-Atlantic diaspora. But lemanja is merely one character in the global pantheon of the water goddess.

The split-tail mermaid motifs that adorn the exterior walls of centuries-old homes in the landlocked Swiss Alps are a testament to the enduring allure of the fish woman's imagery. The split-tail represents the hybrid presence of both home and away, the perpetual dual identity of the émigré, and a curious cipher of Tschäpe's experience living between the culturally antipodean points of Germany and Brazil. This existence places her between logic and magic, between Protestant rationalism and the mystical worldview of Candomblé, between the grey angst of northern Romanticism and the sensual elegance of the southern hemisphere. This ever-changing identity is evidenced clearly in Blood, Sea, where the video's perspective perpetually shifts. At certain moments, the viewer finds themselves aboard a ship, assuming the role of a scientist discovering a previously unknown life form. In other instances, we have the privilege of swirling amidst the creatures, becoming one with them.

This exhibition closes on 4/14/24.

#Brookhart Jonquil #Art #Janaina Tschäpe #Museum of Fine Arts St. Petersburg #The Nature of Art #Art Installation #Art Shows #Earth #Environmental Art #Film #Florida Art Shows #Installation Art #Mermaid #Mixed Media Art #Myth #Painting #Sculpture #Sea Maiden #St. Pete Art Shows #Underwater Photography #Underwater Video #Video #Voltaire

[zararose-xo]

shell collection 🤍

instagram @zararose_xo

#pretty #mermaid #mermaidcore #merfae #sea magick #sea maiden #ocean aesthetic #rose quartz #sea shells #beach shells #mermaid magick

[marialeto]

Photo of the day

August 23rd, 2022

Tuesday

Milwaukee Marina

Taken 10-13-2013

Milwaukee Lakefront

Lake Michigan

Marinas are A specially designed harbor with moorings for pleasure adventure crafts and small boats. They are a dock or a basin. In Greek, it means From the shore, Sea Maiden.

#photooftheday #photography #water #Marina #lakefront #lake michigan #Milwaukee #history #Tuesday #art #inspiration #summer #spring #activities #craft #basin #sea maiden #energy #life #beauty #family

[rogue-racer-dark]

#sea maiden #rogue racers fantasy artwork #dark artwork #queen of the sea #mythical sea creatures #dark rogue racer

[ginger-by-the-sea]

#ginger-by-the-sea🦞

#maiden of the sea #starlight #by the sea

[agentromanoffsir]

the cry of the wild goose, frankie laine // snufkin leaves moominvalley, the moomins // brandy (you're a fine girl), the looking glass // selkie, wikipedia page // song of the sea, cartoon saloon // chilling of the evening, arlo guthrie // swan princess crying, john bauer // wild geese, mary oliver // dinosaur, richard siken // selkie statue, mikladalur // brandy (you're a fine girl), the looking glass // the swan maiden, swedish fairytales // serethereal, tumblr post // moominvalley in november, tove jansson

#web weaving #selkies #swan maiden #moomins #snufkin #moominvalley #quotes #parallels #compilation #mary oliver #richard siken #song of the sea #this concept has been living in my head since i started the moomins #me clawing at a wall strewn with papers #ive connected the dots ive conencted them #something something you cannot capture something that does not wish to be caged #love must be freely given and not taken #etc etc etc i am going crazy #fairy tale

[star-struck-sea-lestial]

mentally i am a water nymph (sea maiden?)

#water nymph #sea maiden #sea witch #aphrodite #ocean magick #ocean #slay

[deityofhearts]

I love when people say this to me

#deity dialogue #this is maybe the third or fourth time this year #I am so victorian maiden coded #someone should sweep me off my feet #or send me to a house by the sea one or the other #okay goodnight for realsies

[illustratus]

A Deep Sea Idyll by Herbert James Draper

The painting loosely combines themes from two sources. Firstly the story from ancient Greek mythology in which the sculptor Pygmalion fell in love with Galatea, one of his works, who with Aphrodite’s intervention, miraculously came to life. The story captivated artists and writers of the nineteenth-century as it provided them with subject matter infused with mystery, romance and classicism. Artists as diverse as Burne-Jones, Gérôme, Normand and Rodin, and authors such as Shaw, Tennyson, and Browning, all created their own individual interpretations on the theme. In Draper’s painting he has inverted the story and reversed the sexes, and it is the beautiful nymph who has risen from the depths and serves as the protagonist, her hair crowned with a wreath of seaweed and coral, as she offers a shell filled with pearls in supplication to the static figurehead carved into the wooden prow of the ship.

The painting is also suggestive of Hans Christian Anderson’s tale, The Little Mermaid, published in April 1837, in which a mermaid falls in love with a prince and is willing to give up her life in the ocean to gain a human soul and follow her love onto land. Tragically, as in Draper’s interpretation, the relationship cannot be fulfilled and the beautiful hero and heroine are destined to remain apart.

#herbert james draper #marine #maritime #art #victorian #mystical #mermaids #mermaid #water nymphs #sea #maidens #maiden #sirens #siren #greek mythology #mythological #mythology #folklore #history #europe #european #ship #wreath #seaweed #coral #shell #pearls #sailing