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mermaidcore outfit
ocean-themed kandi
Crying bc summer is almost over 🫧🤍🌸
Me and the besties
Day two of the girlblog
My make up routine isn't finished until I look like i'm going to drown sailors at sea ⋆ ˚🐚｡𖦹
Screenshot redraw but I took some creative liberties
I hate how hard it is to trust "photography" on Tumblr. So many people post AI slop in the photography tag. Just stop.
I hate how hard it is to find beautifully edited mermaid core shit. It's all AI slop now.
It's draining my and my friends homes. It's ruining artists. It's awful.
Fuck ai. Fuck the people who defend it with their lives.
I wish I could just be free in the ocean again. In the gulf of "AmErIcA" where I used to live. Now I'm trapped in some kids body full of pain.
A little thought about mermaids
I like to feed into the fantasy that some of us are of decedents the sea. From when humans took mermaids or sirens as lovers. So after generations only a few traits in modern day time remain. Such as ability to sing. To compel an audience with just their voice like the sirens who would lure sailors to their doom. Or perhaps it’s why some long for the sea like a home they’ve never known.
You might find that your hair looks more beautiful after you’ve taken a dip in the ocean. That you have a talent for finding wonderful shells and sea glass.
It’s the reason why as a child you might have looked up many mermaid spells. Each more absurd than the last. You want to return to the sea.
I like to pretend that I am a mermaid or descendent from one. It makes me feel more magical in the mundane moments of this life.
Little Mermaid 🌊🐬
mermaid!reader x sailor!John Price
part 2!
!!warnings: fluff, uh...idk, mermaid x human? idk this is just cute, reader isn't fluent in english. F!reader, use of Y/N. Invented mermaid language, any resemblance to a real language is purely coincidental.
English isn't my first language! Not proofread, i apologize for any gramatical mistakes
John Price was a successful sailor, always had the best fishes and had a big boat in the best conditions, he lived near the sea in a house made of wood, a cozy place near where his boat was embarked.
Price was counting the money he had made that week with the fish sellings while smoking a cigar when he hears a melody coming from outside his house. It was hypnotizing, probably the best melody he had heard in a while but he's also in alert, who would be singing near his house late at night? He goes outside, a pistol on his hand for protection.
He sees a figure sitting on a rock, brushing it's hair with it's fingers while singing. He gets closer and notices... It had no legs, was he going crazy? Was the age finally hitting?
Whoever it was, notices Price staring, shocked and, at the same time, amazed and...it jumps into the water. Price, getting out of the trance, rushes to the ocean.
"Oi! You are going to drown!" He says, the water was from the ocean at that time of night it was cold and the tide was choppy. He runs into the water but...he doesn't see anyone, he looks around, left and right but...it disappeared?
But, when Price less expected, a head sticks out of the water, looking at him, curious but at the same time a bit scared. He sighs in relief but he frowns slightly.
"Who're you and what are you doing here?!" He says, accusingly, pointing at the person at the water.
"..." You doesn't answer, scared and not quite understanding what he is saying but at the same time curious.
Price gets even angrier. "Who. Are. You?!" He says, practically yelling. You flinches.
"Y/N! My name Y/N!" You says. You understood the basic English but didn't know how to speak clearly.
Price's expression softens and he takes a deep breath. "Do you speak English?" You nods a bit shyly, knowing it's not fully true. "Good... What are you?" He asks, frowning again, "You don't seems human." He crosses his arms.
He gets closer and stretches his hand, wanting to help whatever you were to get out of the water, you flinches slightly and his expression softens. "I'm not going to hurt you, I mean no harm." He says with a softer tone.
Hesitantly, you take his hand and he drags you closer, making half of your body sticks out of the water. That's when he notices, your fingers webbed, the web having a soft slightly transparent blue color, your nose and cheeks that had a blue blush and most importantly, the conchs and algae as straps that covered your breasts. You certainly weren't human.
"What are you?" He asks again, more to himself than to you. You frowns slightly and says 'what' in your mermaid language, making him answer to that with another "What?"
You two spend a few minutes in silence, confused and curious about each other, only the sounds of the sea filling both of yours ears, an awkward silence...
"Are you...a mermaid? Like...half fish, half human? Like the fairytale?" Price asks, feeling a bit embarrassed by how ridiculous that question sounds. You nods, understanding the fish and human part, you were, indeed a mermaid but didn't know that humans called your species mermaid, for you, you were just a simple kwauz (mermaid).
"You're a mermaid, so how do you know English? How are you understanding me?" Price asks, confused and amused. "Me English... drowned library!" You says, trying your best to explain the situation.
You had discovered a drowned library from a ancient english civilization while exploring the ocean, it was full of books and you studied English by the books but, of course, you weren't fluent.
"You learned English by a drowned library?" He chuckles softly, you nods, smiling slightly. It was hard to see each other's face because of the lack of light in the night but he could tell you were smiling so he smiles too.
"I've never seem a mermaid before, is there more of mermaids like you in the ocean?" He asks, kneeling down to be at your level, letting go of your arm, not caring if his clothes get wet. You nods. "Where are you from, mermaid?" He asks with a softer tone, looking at you. "Hydralis! Uh...Hydralis is...between Pavlopetri and Sublima!" You says, your broken english and thick mermaid accent making him chuckle., finding it cute how you tries to explain to him. "Oh yeah, my name is John Price by the way, I'm from England." He notices your eyes sparkling a bit and you get closer, a bigger smile on your face. "England? Me have uh... Read about England!! In history.. books! Y-you like tea?" You asks, making a little pauses betweens words to remember how to speak English.
Price giggles heartly, finding you expression and question adorable, a mermaid interest in England? How cute. "Yeah, i love tea, do you like tea?" He asks quite sarcastically, being fully aware she couldn't drink tea in the ocean, you shakes your head, not understanding the sarcasm and that he was just joking. He chuckles, finding your unaware of his human's sarcasm quite charming. "Can i see your tail?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. You nods and swims to the rock and sits on it, giving him a good look of your tail.
It is a beautiful light blue with some white scales, it has a natural sparkle on it, making it glow on the night, he also gets a better look on your skin. It was (your skin color) with the extremities colored with a blue color. Your elbows, ears, shoulders being blue. Your hair was a beautiful (your hair color) that had waves on it, like the ocean, your (eyes color) eyes captivating and your slightly blue lips also catching his attention. You were a beautiful thing to be seem, for sure.
Before he could say something, a voice is heard.
"Captain! JOHN!" It was one of his crewmates. You, scared, jumps into the water and swims away. "Hey! No, don't go!" Price tries to stop you but you had disappeared in the great ocean.
His crewmate finally finds him. "Captain! There is a bunch of rats eating our stock of food and our cats aren't doing anything! Help us!!" He yells. Price sighs in frustration. "I'm coming!" He says and the guy nods, walking back to the storage, to try to stop the rats. Price takes a last look at the ocean before rushing to the storage.
Maybe, another day, he would see you again...
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If this goes well I'll do a part two!!!
@ edeninlock
bitch thinks she’s valeria lukyanova
“You’re gentler than they said you would be,” the girl remarked.
The siren smiled graciously in return, and took another chunk out of her calf and thrust it down her throat without reprieve. The girl didn’t feel a thing, her saliva numbing her skin the moment it touched it.
“We’re only hungry beasts girl, not cruel. We leave that to the men,” she said frankly and wiped her mouth of blood the way a child would of jam.
Gorging herself, teeth once white steeped in hot and sticky redness, the siren suddenly felt wet coming from her eyes. She jolted backward.
What is this?
Tears. You really liked me didn’t you? The sailor lass muttered, blue eyes now hazed grey with blood loss.
What does that matter? You’re mine you know.
So I am. She said, head tilted back in the pooling sand like a mother’s lap. Something felt natural about this, an unbirth seemed gentler oddly enough, than plain death.
Do you always cry when you eat? She asked, her voice once proud and strong, tapering out
I, I don’t know. I normally do this underwater.
Am I special? To be eaten on the shore? She asked, eyes stuck upward toward a sky the sunset didn’t touch anymore. A cold rush of air carved through the coastline she reposed on, erasing her footprints.
Her heart stopped.
Yes, of course you were. The siren said to no one, her voice wavering for the first time. Of course you were. Tears dropped easier now, and she was certain no sea ever felt so warm, and so foreign to her as this one.
They say a burnt child loves the fire; a drowned woman, too, loves the sea. And even more so the siren that dragged her to the bottom of it.
In twilight hours, when her day’s thoughts drift heavenly with the receding tide, and fears and doubts rescind, she thinks of her. Her head wet from the sea dampening her pant legs, resting in her lap as a black pearl. She runs her fingers through her short black hair and wonders how it rises underwater, if she could ever see it for herself without drowning. Salt and iron prick her nose. The siren opens her eyes and the moment she looks at her with a tenderness so palpable, her image disappears. Her lap lay empty. The sailor girl’s mind too shy to peer at even the idea of her so flagrantly. She hears the creaking of the floor boards, and inhales the lantern oil burning, and is brought back to dry reality. Skin itching for the sand in the ocean shallow.
Unable to find love on land, and told she was unappetizing by her siren of the sea, the sailor girl sought out a lake to mope around in. In the water she so loved and away from the aching salty tide at her ankles, she found respite. But another dwelled in the muck of the lake’s bottom, and rose to meet her. A fresh water siren. Friendly as spit, with water’s wake that tasted of sugar and blood, she invited the sailor girl in. Her hair was red and curled, like a devil’s smile. White freckles sat on her face frankly, like table salt.
She reached out to the girl, and began to braid her long blonde hair, dragging her deeper into the water as she did, with a smile full of teeth.
The sailor girl slides down her boat’s rope the hour after sunset and awaits her black haired siren on the far end of the beach. She fusses with her hair. Tries to part it differently, and then differently again to no avail. She kneels on the shore to get a glimpse of herself under the budding moonlight on the still ocean water. A pair of eyes stays on her, gently raking over her battered, poorly patched clothes. She never was one for sewing. The sea called her. It always called her, to what she didn’t know. Suddenly, the pair of big black eyes in the water rose like fishing bobbins in her reflection, and startled her.
“How long have you been there?” She asked.
The siren smiled coyly, and held a finger up, telling her to hold on a moment.
She disappeared under the water and bobbed back up with something in her hand.
“What’s that?”
The siren rubbed the sand off of it with her thumbs, and held it up. A small abalone hair brush.
Sirens often eat out of hatred, not love. So when the sailor girl asked the siren if she found her appetizing, she shook her head with a tight lipped grin. The human took it as rejection, her eyes falling to her hands and picking at the callouses she found unsightly, not understanding she had just shown her affection for her. That hiding one’s teeth was a gentle act of favor the merfolk used.
“Why do you eat men?” The sailor asked the siren.
“You ate us first,” she replied.
Scales painted like fingernails in an array of cobalts, blacks, and periwinkles danced around me in reflections and refractions in the crystal clear water. She circled me, playing with me, I thought. Though I know now she was playing with the sun, and I was a lowly witness, only in the way of her serenity. I didn’t intend to startle her when we met eyes, it just sort of happened that way.
How does a siren know your song? The proper words, the perfect intonation to pull you from the safety of your vessel into the sea? It is no small task, tainting minds with tongue, but a siren knows this well. Every sailor she devours shares with her his innermost desires, simply by being eaten. His mind is consumed by her, his memories dissolved and swallowed. Internalized. And when you’ve had one man, you’ve had them all. Or so she thought.
-Diary of a Siren