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finished the reference for one of my favorite boys, Koeki Ebony. dnd character, ex-human fighter, transgender extraordinaire........ what a fish he is. dealt 58 damage to a boss we were fighting which was like half her 1st phase and skipped her second (right into third), continues to be wildly above the rest of the party in terms of dps. i love him. he's crazy. could go on about him for hours. probably will sometime....

there's a few doodles in the background and the one of the pipe kinda goes under some of his fins but that's ok. also here are his weapons in full detail, i'm really proud of the sword

i'm also gonna add his inventory to his ref sometime because i'm crazy like that but for now this is what you guys get. :]

i've got a few more arts to post though, so stay tuned for those!

because i'm currently very fixated on him i'm officially giving Koeki Ebony, my current dnd character, the honor of being first art posted to my Tumblr. Did he get turn into a half siren forever? yes. Is this the updated and most accurate ref? hell no, that one's not done yet :,,,,)

I final all finished and out on my Amara cosplay fully!!! I hope you all like it! Selfies coming soon as well #borderlands3 #borderlands #borderlandscosplay #cosplayer #cosplaygirl #cosplay #cosplayersofinstagram #makeup #cellshading #amara #borderlandssiren #siren #2k #2kgames #videogamecosplay #cosplayersofig https://www.instagram.com/p/CG6K-ILJebM/?igshid=ds25p6mhp218

#весна #сирень #spring #springtime #lilac #iphonephoto #instaphoto

Всё никак весенние фоточки не кончатся ;) #spring #сирень #весна

I wonder who this two are trying to impress

Maybe its the cute new siren at the hotel

Guess who is getting back to work

Will I post the finished product (if I finish it)? Probably not

Just a mage and her man-eating demon siren getting ready to do good deeds

Yummy

More art for my comic!

The good sister and the bad sister, the agathodaimon and the kakodaimon.

This *started* as a study of "Le secret d'Amour" by Guillaume Seignac, but then I ended up doing my own thing.

A mage and her agathodaimon

A Song for the Depths

Disclaimer: This fanfiction contains mature and dark themes such as kidnapping, obsession, and other potentially triggering content. Reader discretion is advised.

The waters were calm tonight, unusually serene for the coastal cliffs you’d visited in search of rare treasures washed up by the waves. Something felt off, but you couldn't pinpoint why. You stood alone on the shore, the salty breeze tugging at your clothes. The moon hung low, casting a silver glow across the black ocean that stretched endlessly before you.

You had heard the rumors—a siren, known for her beauty and cruelty, said to haunt these shores. Her name echoed like a whispered legend: La Signora. But you hadn't believed such stories. Not until you heard it.

A melody. Soft, beautiful, and impossible to resist.

It wrapped around you like a lover’s embrace, filling the night air with its alluring tones. You could feel it pull at your mind, a song that seemed to beckon you toward the water's edge. The sound grew louder, more intoxicating, until you found yourself stepping closer to the shimmering sea without thinking. The melody resonated deep within your chest, commanding you without words, and your feet moved of their own accord.

There, rising from the waves, was her.

She was breathtaking—tall, pale, and deadly. Her lips curled into a sharp, predatory smile as she sang, her voice the same irresistible melody that had led you here. Her long, silver hair cascaded down her back like moonlight on water, and her crimson eyes glowed with a hunger that sent chills down your spine. But even in your fear, you couldn't stop staring, couldn't stop wanting her.

“Ah,” she purred, her voice now a low hum as the song faded. “I knew you’d come to me.”

You tried to move, tried to run, but your body was frozen in place. You could only watch as she emerged fully from the sea, her lithe form moving with otherworldly grace. The water seemed to cling to her skin as though even the ocean itself couldn't bear to let her go.

Her hand cupped your cheek, and you shivered beneath her touch, your breath catching as her nails lightly traced your skin. She leaned in close, her breath warm against your ear, her voice dripping with wicked delight.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for you, little one?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, but the words refused to come. You wanted to ask why, wanted to scream, but all you could do was stare into her eyes as her other hand trailed down your arm, her nails sharp enough to raise goosebumps in their wake.

“You’re mine now,” she whispered, her lips brushing against your ear. “My sweet, sweet mate.”

Before you could protest, before you could even comprehend what was happening, La Signora’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you against her. The world around you spun as the ocean rose, swirling at her command. The next thing you knew, you were plunging beneath the waves, the cold water swallowing you whole.

You thrashed for a moment, panic taking over as the saltwater stung your eyes and filled your lungs. But then... you heard her voice again. Her song. It was clearer now, more powerful, echoing through the deep like a siren’s promise of eternity. The panic faded, replaced by an overwhelming sense of calm, of belonging. Her arms tightened around you as the ocean cradled you both, dragging you down into the depths.

La Signora's lips met yours underwater in a kiss that felt both tender and possessive. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a claim. The sensation of her sharp nails digging into your skin, even beneath the water, was as intoxicating as the melody still playing in your mind. She owned you, body and soul.

“You will love me,” her voice rang in your head, the words intertwining with her song. “You will be my perfect little mate.”

Time seemed to lose meaning as she took you deeper into her realm. Down, down into the abyss, where light barely reached. It was dark and cold, but her warmth surrounded you, her presence comforting in a way that scared you.

You were no longer just a visitor to this world—you were hers.

In the depths of her lair, where the sea creatures dared not approach, she laid you down on a bed of coral and seafoam, her sharp smile never faltering. Her gaze was one of obsession, hunger, and something that bordered on affection, though twisted in its own way.

“I will keep you safe,” she cooed, her fingers gently brushing over your trembling body. “You’ll never leave me, my little mate. Never.”

The air—what little there was—felt heavy around you, thick with the weight of her desire. Her song was all you could hear, all you could feel. It vibrated through your very bones, making you pliant under her touch. She moved closer, her body wrapping around yours like a serpent coiling around its prey.

Then, you felt it—something inside you, something warm and foreign, spreading through your core. Her sharp nails dug into your skin as her smile grew wider, more sinister. She watched you with rapt attention, her crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction as your body reacted to the strange sensation. It was almost too much, overwhelming and invasive, yet there was a twisted pleasure in it.

“You’ll bear my legacy,” she whispered, her voice soft, almost reverent. “You’ll carry my future, and you will love it. Just as you love me.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but still, you couldn’t resist. The bond between you and La Signora had been sealed the moment you heard her song. You were hers, bound to her by the depths of the sea and the curse of her obsession.

She leaned in once more, kissing your tear-streaked cheeks with almost gentle affection, a mockery of tenderness in her touch.

“Such a sweet little mate,” she whispered against your skin. “You’ll never escape me.”

Her voice was both a promise and a threat, the final words you heard before you were pulled under, deeper into her abyss, where you would remain—forever.

It was a tale as old as time within the small town of Serenity Falls. To some the myths told of people that inhabited the seas— mermaids to most— that helped create Serenity Falls. To others, however, the myths speak of horrible beasts that crawled out from the very depths of hell; with a call that only the dead would be able to resist.

Many have heard the tales— and many have rolled their eyes at them— but when a stranger washes up on the shore of the small town with a much bigger history? Maybe those legends were filled with kernels of truth after all.

Unfortunately you wouldn’t be able to help; as you don’t remember how you even got to Serenity Falls in the first place. All you have are the flashes of memories when you dream, the faint pang in your heart every time you look out into the bay, and the faint echo of your name being whispered in the wind.

It seems that the small town of Serenity Falls has just as much to give you as you do to it.

DEMO TBA // RO APPEARANCES

Features

This story will be 18+ (later on) for swearing, possible alcohol use (for the MC), and sexual themes.

Play as a mermaid that has lost their way as you try to remember who you are and you’re confusing connection with the sea.

Customizable MC: name, appearance, gender, and sexuality. (More things will be added as the story progresses.)

Figure out where you truly belong; in the sea or on land.

Learn who you were as you discover who you’re becoming (and learn what happened to you).

Romance 1 of 5 possible options that will hopefully make your choice easier… or make it ten times harder.

August/Audrey Hale, 28 (M/F)

-The Golden Child-

The oldest child of Serenity Falls mayor; A has always made it their duty to make sure that everyone within the small coastal town was all right. A dazzling smile and a warm gaze causes many hearts to swoon but not many have been able to capture their heart. Will you be able to do so? After all they were the one to find you and you’ll definitely be seeing a lot more of them. As they want to make sure that you’re all right and acclimate well enough to everything that Serenity Falls has to offer.

“I haven’t felt this way since my first love broke my heart. I-I don’t know what I would if I lost you too. I just know that my world would become that much dimmer because of it.”

Sychar/Syrena Ashford, 29 (M/F)

-The Protector-

You don’t remember them but they certainly remember you. Silver eyes softening only for you as their attention solely stays wherever you seem to be. They say they’re your best friend, and something within your heart tells you it’s true, but you can’t shake the feeling that something’s being kept from you. You get the feeling that they’d do absolutely anything for you but you don’t remember why.

“I have stayed by your side for you entire life— through your ridiculous adventures— and I know that I’ll stay by your side for the rest of it. I’d do anything to protect you, your highness. Not just because you’re my best friend. You’ve always been so much more.”

Ross/Rose Laurier, 28 (M/F)

-The “Bad” Seed-

Whispered words is all you hear about them at first; that they were no good, that they ran with the wrong crowd. Upon meeting them? You couldn’t quite connect the soulful hazel eyes, standing on the other side of the diners counter, with the person those words have been connected to. Much more seems to hide underneath the steely facade that they put up. Maybe you’ll be the one to slip behind that wall and find the person hidden beneath.

“I still don’t know why you care so much. No one ever sticks around for long so I don’t expect you to either. I just hope you know that I’m glad you’ve stuck around. I’ve never truly had a friend like you. Now don’t tell anyone I’m getting this mushy on you or I might have to kick your ass, okay?”

Caspian/Cassidy Vega, 27 (M/F)

-The Scientist-

A person with as much passion for the sea, and the life living within it, as you’ve ever seen. For all the knowledge that spews from their mouth they seemingly grow bashful to every other form of conversation, but they’re endlessly fascinated by you. By the possibility that the old fables their parents told them at night could possibly be true. Maybe you’ll discover more about them as they help you discover more about yourself.

“The sea has always called to me. Rolling tides, whistling winds, pristine blues, have always been heaven on earth to me. I’ve never known exactly why I’ve always loved the sea but maybe it was to get me prepared for you? Maybe I love the sea so much because I was always supposed to love you.”

Lucian/Lucia Prince, 32 (M/F)

-The Enigma-

You aren’t the only new resident to Serenity Falls. You’ve only been able to catch glimpses of the elusive individual but their ice blue eyes, peering over darkened shades, seem to enrapture you; while also reminding you of a vague memory that has entered your dreams more than once. You don’t know why you feel like you already know this person but you’re definitely intrigued by them; their cool smile, collected demeanor, and flirty words included.

“Cat got your tongue, sweet thing? I hope you won’t be silent all night. It’ll get quite boring hearing me yammer on, don’t you think? Hmm.. no matter, I suppose there’s always other activities we could divulge in, don’t you agree?”

A statue in the floodwater of the Moson branch of River Danube in Gyor, 120 km west of Budapest, Hungary, on June 6, 2013. The River Danube is expected to peak on June 10 in Budapest, close to its highest level ever, 25 cm higher than the record levels of 2006.

[Dark_MS_Reader]...prt:1_》》》

I love, love, love the whole monster dynamic or unusual traits that are explained by "Oh, it's not human. That's why" honestly, I just like weird people with weird quirks. So eh.

•Part 3 will be linked when done

Edit: it's done!

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</[T|W:]> injury and death, death related trauma, mild body horror, medical malpractice, inhuman depictions, sexualization of disability, sexualization of insecurity, use of multiple cultures and religions (could be wrongfully used, if so. Tell me!!),

</[C|W]> reader is dark with intrusive or dark thoughts. But strictly SFW. So no smut. Aslo intended male reader,

The first time you arrived on this content, you were hog tied, a thick steel cord used to immobilize you. The guards even muzzled you as if you could bite them with any kind of force that could necessitate this kind of restraint.

It was half for the humiliation of dragging you over the dirtied port, the gravel and sand, and salt that scrap into your already tattered cloths. The burn against the neglected and painful remains of your body. Half that this was to make you look dangerous.

The hulking man carrying you hardly glances at you as he dropped your limp body on the deck. Considering it doest get a reaction out of you, it doesn't startle the werewolf there.

Most humans only want to interact with the inhabitants that look human. Considering most affected by lycanthopic bodies, appear human. At least sometimes. The guard preferred them to be present at the coastal office.

And that's how you were left.

No paperwork, no notice that you were coming.

Just.

Dropped off at the wolf's feet and abandoned to whatever they would do to you now that you're here.

It's the first time in a while that you could just shut your eyes and ignore everything around you. The guards weren't too kind to you while you were in their care.

They had set you up, those werewolves, with a home. A small, dingy, half abandoned thing surounded by nothing and no one. And gave you time to heal.

They would visit you, that leader you met the first day specifically; though many jokingly called him 'Alpha' when he was around his friends. But when he had come to you on the fourth day. Your body now regaining strength. He walked into a startling scene. He hadn't even smelt the blood.

He, Lucas you later over heard him being called, watched as you methodically cleaned the many wounds that engulf your body. Shirt discared beside you, seeing the full expanse of those injuries new and old on display. You're only covered by a pair of boxers as you work. Watching how you took thick strips of the bandage to temporarily cut blood flow above as you cleaned each wound on your arm.

Holding the loose edges held between your teeth, your free hand disinfecting the rotting edges of skin and muscle. He was ready to jump and stop you when he watched you grap the bisecting scissors, and yet he didn't. Only forced to stare in abject horror as you started to cut the rotten edges of the gashes of. Small snips that carved out the dead tissue. Leaving fresh rivets of blood slowly dripping down your skin.

It had taken him a few moments of standing there to see you were struggling. The pain flaring up from your work, becoming overwhelming while thin tears stream down your face. Yet you utter nothing but silence into the blood-stained cloth between your teeth.

That's when he actually apaoches the bed, being careful to wait till you put those scissors down before he asks what he can do to help.

"Sit here. I need to wrap it."

Lucas was slow to follow. He was so terrified that you were doing this wrong, hurting yourself in a delusional want for the pain to stop. He couldn't help but ask.

"You know what you're doing here, doll?"

"Yeah." Your hitching breath makes your voice stutter, "done it before."

That makes his chest tight, a feeling he associated with his werewolf friends. Because. Well.

"You've done it to yourself before?"

"No. Just inmates."

"You some kind of doctor?"

"Not a practicing one."

That arm now taken care of, you focus on the other.

Lucas loses his train of thought to the picture of the malnourished man before him having an illegal medical office.

"Your not a doctor?"

"I am." You mutter to his absolute confusion,

Pulling his hand to your shoulder, handing him the end of the ternicate, he holds it on autopilot. Lucas stares as you start the process all over again. These look like they are from a whip

"I don't work as one." You clarify. Using the conversation as a mid point for the dance between pain and relief. "I worked as a mortician."

"What."

"I worked with the dead-"

"Oh, yes. I got that but. Why? Why not be a doctor if you can. Well."

"More people died where I lived."

He can tell it's only half a lie, but he can't exactly see what.

"Never needed to save anyone."

All he could do was say, as sincerely someone who couldn't understand, that.

"I'm sorry you ended up here."

It stuck in Lucas's mind.

The knowledge that you were a doctor. Someone who could help.

But was it his place to ask?

Could he ask you? Was it too soon or too late to even try?

When he brought it up to one of the old Naga that enjoyed his company, she told how helpful someone like you could be.

To human.

Very few doctors even touch the non-human side of medical care. And even fewer would actually touch a monster. So it was a slim to none, chance you knew how to help any of them.

They weren't even sure of your own humanity or lack thereof.

"But tell you of it, Lu," she wound her coils tighter around herself. Resting her head against the shimmering scales, "If, and it be a big if. That man be a healer, he will fulfill the oath all doctors take."

He watched her thin tongue taste the air. The ugly edge from where it was docked, disappearing again behind her lips. It made certain syllables painful to say. It made her speech irregular, and some Grammer off, bit aleast she had her toungue.

"Many healer, medicinal or not. Will treat all who fall. It be only thier know how that keep those they help alive."

The vampiric monarch that lived out South was the best bet to test what Dai said.

Lucas had taken you on a tour, showing you how they tried to help each other on the huge city they gathered in. It was late dusk, but he knew he could still try.

The thralls that romed inside were lethargic as he led you further in the hotel looking housing.

Many of them hunched over in the halls, huddled close. If escaping the setting sun or your presence, well. You weren't quite sure.

And just as you try to move towards the excite, a shrill hiss breaks out behind you. This young girl, with a sqeaky hiss, was doubled over. Clutching at her shoulder.

"Oh, fuck. Sal, I'm so sorry!"

You could see the sizzling skin before she near calapsed.

Moving as if by spell, you cuaght her befote she could actaully fall. Careful to place her more gently down against the wall.

It's hardly a thought as you lift your sleeve, still holding that child so she wouldn't hurt herself. You rip open the berely closed wound there on your palm. The blood seeoping into her shirt and engulfs the wound in a few quick seconds.

You have the gash re-wrapped before the teen who bumped her is there to hold her as the blood heals her.

"Dai was right," Lucas whispers, as quiet as he could. "She said this could happen."

"And what had Dai spoken of the man holding my niece?"

The old morge on the outskirts of town was now yours. Lucas said it was just an empty lot, just a place for you to finally settle. Even if it was run down.

The citizens each pitching in to help set the place up, a carpenter Tanuki who was just passing by or the siren that just so happen to be an electrician needing a spained wing checked, and the slow trickle of each patient started up not long after.

It started with the bigger things, a broken bone here, and a deadly illness there. Just the worste most couldnt handle, like pregnancies or viseral injuries. But then you started to step up and werw seeking out people to help anywhere you could.

In the bay sector, where most aquatic or amphibious residence stay, keeping them from friction burn during shedings. Or the construction sights, who always had a sprian or a bruise or a nick you could see to.

Always with the same excuse. Just that you needed some food and then you were dragged into a group to eat with them and well, might as well clean and fix up that cut they have while you're here, right?

No, it's no trouble. Saves the trip if it gets worse, doesn't it?

You met Dai, found the Monarch of those Vampire's hunkering down in the hotel. Finding his name was Emile, or that's what people gave him as a nickname. You even met the rest of the shifters, or more specifically, the leader who would collect and help that specific type of shifter.

Day in and day out, you kept going, kept looking till you found the ship you needed pulling up to shore.

Not a lot of people knew you dealt in black market trades. Only the ones who needed to know, did.

Most just thought is was a simple trade.

You know, some fresh goods for medication. Or knowledge for medical supplies. And yes, sometimes. It was just that.

At the end of each week, you would filter into the decks where you were first dumped here to meet with some of your contacts. Trading what you scavenged from ypur work to keep the shelves well stocked.

It wasn't like you made any money, nor had you ever asked for any. So it wasn't a stretch to say this was the only way to keep things as they where.

That isn't to say you didn't keep some things.

Quills from a lionfish who contracted a bacterial infection on some of his spines. Fangs from that vampire girl, Sal, as she started sheding them. Small bundles of feathers from the flock of sirens that fly with avians.

It was all just so much better.

That was until the second spring hit the city.

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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.

mermay round 2

(vyserya, dragon age oc)

Inktober day 28- It's common for River Sirens to be hired as performers or singers as their voices have magical qualities~

Inktober day 24- In Kawatoshi City, the shorelines along the river have shallows to allow ease in entering and exiting the water. With the majority population being River Sirens, the rivers are a primary way of fast inter-city commuting.

yippeeee another fandom under my belt ;D i am addicted to this game help i can't go a day without referencing it i'm suffering

I finished it and i don’t even like it. Ugh whyyy

Btw, here is my mermaid!Victuuri piece. The second one is transparent. I hope you like it i guess

Open for better quality. Please do not repost without asking me first.

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I've been gone for some time, so I thought I'd post some of the mythological card concepts I had made for a client.  Nice break from the usual game art I do, though I would've liked more tentacles on 'em. >_>

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