I just HAD to draw some siren Mags because there is a horrifyinglack of siren Maglor out here in these Silm streets, like how dare you?! He’s constantly associated with both water and music (his voice is like the sea, he wanders the shores singing for eternity, all the material is right fucking there.) We’re fucking up, Silm fandom…we’re fucking up.
Ok, so here’s Maglor as a siren with his textual ghost-turned my OC husband Ringo post-Kinslaying. This is the version slash AU where Mags threw himself and his Silmaril into the sea but instead of drowning, Ulmo blessed/cursed him to be a siren. Him and Ringo still meet up “between the sand and the sea” quite often and it’s hella cute and adorable.
Author’s note: Hello, I’m back. My computer broke there for a while, but I was finally able to buy and new one and actually sit my ass in the chair to write. Anyway, this is like wholly unedited because I really wanted to just get it out there and posted because a few people have been asking if this series was going to continue. Enjoy!
For the first time in a long while, Nesta was cold. She stood on the beach wrapped in a flimsy shirt, listening for the sound of footsteps on the sand behind her. There weren’t any for a long while. Just this silence.
She took a moment to breathe and smelled dead fish.
“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting,” a voice came from behind her.
She didn’t turn, the wind ruffling her hair. “What do you need me to do?”
“Show me your siren form.”
At that, she looked over her shoulder. Hybern stood a few paces back, a woman to his left and a man holding a camera box. The carriage loomed behind them, horses nickering. Nesta tensed. “My face won’t be in any of the photos.”
“Of course, my dear. They will simply be for record keeping.” He showed his hands, palms up in a placating gesture.
He was lying. She knew photographs were expensive, but they were impossible to fake. No one would waste that kind of money if they didn’t expect profit.
She took a step back towards the sea. “Tell me what you plan to do first.”
“I have done my research on the mythologies. I have scoured the sea for your kind for decades and the people thought I was crazy. Now, I will have my proof.” He stepped towards her and she stepped back again, feeling the sea begin to lap at her heels.
“I will let you photograph me and nothing more.”
“That isn’t what we agreed to.”
He was right. They’d agreed to an experiment.
“I want scale and blood samples.” Hybern waved the man on his right forward. What she had thought held a camera, was actually simply a normal box. The man set it on the ground and lifted a syringe from it.
Nesta swallowed hard.
“What are you waiting for, my dear? You need to shift. We have an agreement.”
“Why did you let me think you had a camera?” It wasn’t even the right lighting for photographs. How could she have missed that?
“I do have a camera. We will take photos later.” Hybern spoke quietly with the other man for a moment before lifting his head. “Do you have gills? Where are they on your body?”
“No.”
“Really? How do you breathe, then?” He was moving closer, the other man coming in from the other side, as if they were trying to trap her against the sea.
“No. I will be breaking our agreement.” She was up to her ankles now in the surf, the sea waiting like a predator behind her.
Hybern laughed. “Oh, my dear. You don’t have a choice. If you will not come willingly, then I have other forms of persuasion.”
“There is nothing you can do to keep me.”
He sighed. “I really didn’t want it to come to this, but we had a deal and now you leave me no choice.” He snapped his fingers and the woman approached with a net. It was one of the large, sturdy ones, made for heavy extreme amounts of fish from the sea.
Nesta moved without thought, her body turning into a dive as her fin replaced her legs.
She screamed as Hybern slammed a knife through the end of her tail, pinning her in place. Her hands scrambled on the rocks while she felt another pair of hands on her, pulling at her golden scales.
“Where’s that damned syringe?” Hybern snapped. “Hurry up. Both of you.”
Nesta shrieked again when the net collapsed on top of her, the holes too small to fit her hands through. Her voice echoed across the beach as she was pulled out of the water. The waves chased her, spindly cold fingers grasping her skin, letting her slide easily over the smooth rocks.
She kicked out her tail, ignoring the spike of blinding pain in search of a way out of the net. Through its metal fibers, she could see the man Hybern had brought with him, carrying that syringe.
As he approached in quick, purposeful steps, she realized that it wasn’t empty. There was already liquid inside–likely a sleeping agent or something to weaken her.
No. If they got her to a separate location, she would be dead.
In her panic, she shifted back and forth between her forms, but found the pain to be worse as a human, drawing her back into her scales. She was crying as the man knelt beside the net and wondered what Cassian would think if he saw her right now.
Pathetic. His mighty siren reduced to a blubbering mess.
His siren.
Hybern’s man grinned a slimy grin. “Thomas sends his regards.”
She had made a vow when Cassian gave her his heart. A vow that had gone unbroken, her lips sealed shut against the song that threatened to pour out.
The man lifted the syringe.
She would break that vow.
The man froze in time as the notes started quietly, barely a whisper, but just loud enough to be heard over the crashing of the waves. His eyes widened, becoming glazed as the syringe slipped from his fingers.
The rocks crunched as Hybern yelled, “Plug your ears!” but it was too late.
“Will you give me your heart?” Nesta asked the man.
“Yes. Gods yes.”
“Take off the net.”
“No!” Hybern was still shouting and Nesta’s gaze snapped to him as the net lifted. His fingers were in his ears like a child refusing to listen, but Nesta could see the struggle. See his eyes roll back, then widen.The woman he’d brought was on her knees, crawling across the beach to Nesta.
“Grab the knife,” Nesta told her.
She scrabbled for where it had fallen, still sticky with seafoam. Hybern lunged at her, but his knees collapsed underneath him as another voice joined the song.
Nesta didn’t turn, not ready to see the other siren ready to drag her back to her watery grave. They would let her do this, at least. Let her deliver her hearts.
“Cut out his heart,” Nesta ordered the girl and in an instant she was on top of the other man, the knife sinking into his chest with animalistic fury. Nesta turned her face away to watch Hybern, who was clutching his head now.
When the girl finished, she returned to Nesta like an obedient dog, her blue eyes wide as saucers.
Nesta lifted her chin between thumb and forefinger. “And your heart? Can I have that one too?”
The girl nodded, knife turning in her hand. It sank with expert precision into the skin above her breast. She stared at Nesta with a pain-free expression, however, as she carved the center of her chest out, her body becoming weaker with every movement until she was dead.
Nesta took the knife from her and shifted into her human form, limping over to Hybern.
“I won’t give it to you,” he hissed into the remaining silence. She hadn’t even noticed the other siren stop singing. “You can’t have it.”
“I don’t want your heart,” Nesta said simply, and drove the knife into his neck.
His eyes widened, a gurgling sound coming from his lips as his hands reached up to scrabble at hers while she twisted the knife over and over again.
It was two passes before his head fell from his shoulders.
Nesta watched it roll across the beach.
Slow clapping came from behind her. She turned, chin raised and palms bloody. She’d kill a siren too. Whatever got in her way.
Amren had perched herself on a boulder, her tail as blunt and short as a sharks. “I thought I would come help. Well done.”
“You—”
She held up a hand, her nails catching the moonlight. “I’m not going to hurt you, dear girl, but we need to move and quickly. Every siren in a twenty-mile radius likely heard your shrieking.”
“What?”
“Why are you still standing there like a fool? Shift and lets go. Plans have moved up. We’re leaving tonight.”
Welcome to my poorly written siren au after binge watching Pirates of the Caribbean. Feel free to like, comment, and reblog. Feedback feed my weary soul.
After getting in trouble with their captain, Cassian and his brothers get their punishment in the form of a small, lonely boat trailing after their ship. Hours pass and day turns to night. When Rhys and Azriel are sound asleep, Cassian is greeted by a beauty in the waves with such a lovely voice.
Cassian listened to the gentle song of the waves, lying on his back to watch the stars up ahead. The boat beneath him rocked gently, tethered to the ship, Velaris, so they wouldn’t be lost at sea.
He and his brothers had pissed off the captain, Amren, for the third time this week, earning them all a toss overboard. Amren liked them enough, however, to also let down one of the boats used to take them to land. Cassian didn’t mind. It was quieter down here. The only thing he wished for now was a bit of rum and a lady in his lap.
His brothers, however, clearly did not have the same opinion.
Rhys kicked the bench Cassian was lying on. “We’ve been stuck out here for hours.”
At the stern, Azriel rolled his eyes. “She’ll reel us back some time.”
“You were the one that got us into this mess,” Rhys snarled at Cassian, who was pretending not to listen.
Indeed, it had been Cassian’s idea to change course while the captain slept, which had brought them within a hundred miles of the British navy. Then, when they pulled starboard to a smaller ship, it had also been Cassian’s idea to leap over the rail and onto the deck. He and his brothers had brought back rum, rather than gold or prisoners. It was only when the British ship was driftwood beneath the waves that Amren noticed the overly flushed faces of her three favorite, yet least favorite, pirates.
Then, like a good drunk lad, Cassian had spilled the reason they’d run into a British ship in the first place.
The alcohol had worn off with his dastardly plunge into the sea before he heaved himself onto the boat to find his brothers glaring at him.
“Man,” Rhys said, slumping down on another bench, “I’d kill to have Feyre with me right now.”
This time, both Az and Cassian rolled their eyes.
Feyre was the girl he’d left at the last port. Cassian had always thought she was a little out there after learning she thought sirens existed. It was the whole reason she and her older sister, Elain, refused to join the crew.
Cassian stood, going to sit at the opposite end from Azriel so he could peer into the dark water. “If Feyre were here, we’d all have to deal with even more creaky hammocks, which is something I can live without.”
“I don’t know, Elain wasn’t bad looking. Maybe you could make some creaking of your own.” He could hear the grin in Rhys’s voice.
Azriel snarled softly. It was no mistake that if Rhysand was in love, Az was so smitten with Elain he wasn’t too far off.
Cassian faced his brothers, leaning against the bow behind him. “You both can stick with your cheap romances. I’m a pirate, through and through, and now pretty ankle is going to tie me down.”
“What about a pretty thigh?” Az teased.
“Or, help us all, a pretty breast?” Rhys laughed.
Cassian threw his brothers a middle finger. “You’ll both be laughing when your stuck on land with three kids each to boot and I’m captaining the Velaris.”
“In your dreams, jackass.”
“You think Amren will outlive me?”
“Oh, I know Amren will outlive you,” Rhys purred.
“Either way, you two will be playing Daddy and not in the fun way.”
Rhys threw a boot at him.
It landed in the water with a splash. Cassian cursed. “Those are expensive, dumbass.” He leaned over the rail, snatching up the boot before it could get swallowed by the sea, and paused. In the water, there was a glimmer of gold. Just a flash.
He blinked and it was gone, likely nothing more than a trick of the light.
More hours passed, the rocking of the waves gently lulling his brothers to sleep.
Cassian hummed out a tune, leaning against the bow to watch the stars above. He closed his eyes and the sea breeze brushed his face.
Then he heard it.
Softly, no more than wind against the waves, came a voice, singing the same song he had been.
He blinked at the sky, trying to decide if he was hallucinating or caught in a dream he hadn’t known he’d slipped into.
But… there. It was louder, coming closer.
He sat up so quickly the boat rocked. His brothers grumbled but neither awoke fully.
The singing… Oh, gods and ocean and sky, it was beautiful. High and sweet, the voice turned a rowdy sailor’s song into something too good for this world.
He scanned the horizon looking for the source. Dark waves greeted him.
The singing stopped, making him nearly sob at the silence.
It began again right beside him, making him start. He whipped his head around and found himself face-to-face with the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
She had her pale arms propped on the rail and was laying her head on them. Framed by dry, golden brown locks, her face was stunning, perfectly arched brows, high cheekbones, steely blue eyes, and full lips parted in song.
She paused again, lifting herself onto braced arms. “Do you like it?”
With her lifted like that, he could very clearly see that she wore no clothes, her breasts peaked and magnificent.
His pants suddenly became tight. “Yeah. I like it. Please, never stop.”
She smiled a dazzling grin, pushing up even more to sit on the rail. Her legs were long and creamy, the product of every fantasy he’d ever had.
He must of been drooling as he looked upon the gem between them. She was naked and gorgeous and so… so close.
She stroked his arm, leaning closer and letting out a soft, musical laugh. “What’s your name, sailor?”
“Pirate.”
“What’s your name pirate?”
“Cass–Cassian.” He reached out as if in a daze, putting a hand atop one of those breasts. Gods, it was so soft, fitting perfectly into his palm. Gaping, he squeezed slightly, rubbing a pink nipple.
She laughed again and it was the most harmonic sound he’d ever heard. “I’m a little cold, Cassian, maybe you could warm me up?” He scrambled to strip of his jacket but she stopped him, putting a hand on his chest. “Not like that, silly.”
“Will you sing again?”
“I don’t think I have to,” she whispered, that hand on his chest pulling him towards her.
He shuddered. “Please. Oh gods, I’d kill to hear it.”
She sighed and let go of him.
He cried out as she slipped back into the water, latching onto her hands. “What–what are you doing? Come back here.”
“Why don’t you swim with me? We can sing together.”
He stood, stripping off his jacket, shirt, and boots faster than he ever had before. With no hesitation, he dived into the water, wrapping his arms around her. “Sing. Sing again.” The water was frozen and she wasn’t much warmer, but he didn’t mind at all.
She smiled and opened her mouth.
Cassian fell into a daze, ignoring the feeling of something wrapping around his legs, binding them together. He leaned in, kissing her throat to feel the vibrations of her voice through his lips. His hand went back to her breast, the other snaking down her back. Soft scales met his fingers where her ass should be, surprising him, but she kept singing, drawing him from his thoughts.
Her nails scratched lightly through his hair as he sucked on her neck, tasting salt water. She tugged his hair lightly, bidding him to pull back.
When he did, her eyes were brighter than the stars, hair fanned around her. She’d closed her mouth but the song was still going, leaving him heavy-lidded with lust.
“Kiss me,” she said over the music.
He leaned in, feeling the muscle binding his legs together contract, keeping him from kicking himself afloat. He didn’t mind, though, as his lips closed over hers–
“Cassian!” someone roared and he was yanked away.
He hadn’t even realized he’d gone under until air hit his face as his brothers grabbed at his shoulders, his hair.
The girl screamed, such a wrenching and ugly sound that it snapped him from his daze. He dared a glance down, finding a golden tail wrapped around his legs.
He thrashed, sputtering as he tried to free himself.
Around them, more sirens were screaming.
The one in front of him smashed his mouth into hers and he felt razor sharp teeth but thoughts flew from his mind at her kiss. He sank beneath the waves.
Another second and he was back up again, Rhysand’s saber cleaving into the flesh of the siren’s arm, while Azriel, appearing in the water beside him, waved a torch to fend off the others.
The siren snarled, her nails–claws–digging into Cassian’s arm. He ripped her hand off him and snatched the saber from Rhys. He plunged it beneath the waves, sinking it deep into her tail.
She unwound herself with a cry and disappeared.
“Get in the boat,” Rhys snarled, helping Az back up.
Cassian scrambled in after him, panting hard through his teeth. He lay on the deck and tried to shake away the feeling that tasted something like betrayal.
“What,” Az said softly, “the fuck was that?”
Cassian looked down at his chest, finding claw marks where she’d touched him. He cursed vividly. “I thought she was a woman, I swear. She had legs.”
“It was an illusion,” Rhys snapped, dropping his head into his hands. “Shit, I should have believed Feyre.”
Sorry about the wait and the short chapter, but I hope you enjoy.
Land, when she came to it, was welcome. Nesta climbed from the water on two legs and collapsed onto the sand until the tides rose and threatened to take her again. Then, under the cover of night, she slipped into the nearest village, snatching clothes from some poor woman’s home. She also managed to find some stale bread and sweaty cheese, gnawing on the food as she tried to figure out where she was.
And so her journey began.
Traveling across Asia, then Europe, it was months before she heard word of the Velaris.
“It was rescued by Hybern’s men,” a man said, wiping grease from his hands. “But that was months ago. No one has heard anything since.”
So she went to Hybern.
He was a busy man, living at the tip of Italy. It took her a week of pestering to get an audience.
Nesta didn’t bother to straighten her ragged clothes, to make herself look anything more than a beggar on the streets as she entered the ostentatious office.
“Where are they?” she demanded.
“Where are who?”
“They people of the Velaris. There had to be survivors.”
“Ah. I was wondering when someone would come asking about that.” He scribbled something on a paper before folding it and handing it off to a trembling servant. “Most survived. Casualties were few and far between thanks to my men.”
“What happened?” she breathed, trying not to let her relief show.
“Ship caught fire. Tragic, really. But… you don’t believe that, do you?” His cold eyes finally lifted to hers. “If I tell you where they are, what will you give me, little siren?”
“What do you want?”
He rubbed a hand across his beard, a smirk playing on his lips. “Would you give up that last hope? That last chance of being human? What about your memories? Would you give me those?” He leaned back in his chair. “You know, sirens only remember when they have given up their heart. A heart for a mind. Who has your heart, little siren? I want it.”
She didn’t answer and, carefully, pushed Cassian from her mind.
“I will tell you where your friends are if you will meet me on the cove at midnight tonight. I have an experiment I’d like to perform.”
“Done.” “Brilliant.” His wicked smile gleamed. “The people you are looking for have been imprisoned by the Navy for piracy. They were granted pardon on the condition that they work their sentences building houses for the homeless. Their workshop is three blocks to the East.”
She didn’t thank him as she rushed from the room.
Those three blocks were the furthest she’d traveled. She ran as fast as she could, finding the building instantly amongst the others. It was a large warehouse, nearly falling apart at the seams. From inside, she could hear the sound of hammers and drills.
Many men heaved and sweated the day away, driving cars to the build sites, stacked full of lumber. Nesta found Rhysand first, wiping moisture from his brow as he fed a length of wood through a saw, a black P branded onto his wrists.
He looked up when he felt her gaze, eyes widening as he realized just who stood before him.
Nesta could bring herself to say anything.
Rhys roared and launched himself at her.
She braced herself for the beating, but Feyre was there first, her arms thrown around her sister. Then it was Elain. Nesta thought her legs might have given out, but their embrace held her up.
Distantly, she heard Rhys yelling, but it was muffled, as if she were underwater. Elain pulled back, cradling her face like she was a child. “I can’t believe you’re okay. We didn’t know what to think when you both disappeared.”
“Where’s Cassian?” Azriela asked cooly from behind her. “If he’s dead, tell us now.”
Nesta wiped at her face, detangling herself from her sisters. “He’s alive.”
“Then where is he?” Rhysand snarled.
She swallowed. “I… I think we should all sit down.”
*****
Nesta stared at her hands in the silence.
Rhys was the first to speak up, his voice breaking. “This is all your fault. You did—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Azriel snapped. “We just… we need to find a way to fix this.”
“There’s no way,” Nesta whispered. “There’s no way to reverse the curse.”
“No way that anyone has found.” Elain glanced at her, eyes wide with hope. “According to the books, sirens have been around for hundreds of years. I’m sure… I’m sure we could find something.”
Nesta’s eyes burned, but she swallowed thickly as she said, “We can look.”
Feyre shook her head. “We’re not allowed to leave.”
“What? Why?”
She turned her wrist, revealing the dark P branded there. “It’s the law. It was either this or death row.”
Nesta’s upper lip curled and a bit of the siren surfaced. “I’m going to kill them all. Slowly.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
She turned, finding Amren wiping her dirty hands on a rag as she approached.
“Why not?”
“Because we’re leaving. Today. And we’re going to find him.”
*****
Nesta couldn’t help but gape.
Because before her, balancing between beams thicker than her, was a pirate ship.
“This… you built this?” She looked at them all, caught a hint of pride on Rhysand’s face beneath all the fury.
“At night, when everyone was asleep.” Amren was dwarfed by the ship. “That’s what we’ve been doing all these months.”
“How… how did you hide it?”
“Nobody comes into this part of the warehouse. And those that wandered in, we offered a seat. Everyone wants out of here.”
The fact that such a large section of the building could go empty this long was astonishing in and of itself. “How do we get it into the water?”
“Connections,” Azriel said and that was all.
She didn’t dare to ask if she’d be welcome on the ship. She’d swim beside it if need be. “What did you name her?”
“Dreamer,” Feyre said, reaching up to run her hand across the boards. “We’ll leave tomorrow night if everything goes as planned.”
Nesta nodded even as her heart sank a bit. How long had it already been? Weeks? Months? Could they even convince him to come with them, or had he already… had he…
She pushed the thought away. She’d already crossed continents for him.
The ocean would be nothing.
*****
He stared at the girl beneath him as he ripped her heart from her chest. It was warm in his hand, a slight weight that he’d grown used to.
He left the corpse just above the drop off, strings of blood still drifting up from her body. The animals would get to her if the sea didn’t sweep her to shore first.
He didn’t know her name.
But his… What was it again? He’s heard it once, lifetimes ago, but it had been swallowed by the sea as all things were.
He backed away from the drop off, the endless ocean opening up beneath him.
happy birthday @lucycamui !! I’ve fallen in love with your writing style ever since I read like a fairytale and honestly, your writing opened up a new world of fanfiction for me > v < //before that I didn’t read a lot of fanfics ahaha// thank you so much for sharing your works and for tearing our hearts apart and then making us laugh until we can’t breathe //either way, you find a way to kill us
here’s a little baby siren yuuri destroying little toy ships for practice ( ‘ 7 ‘ )
Yuri’s Hatching ^w^ Proud mama and papa!!! :DDD In this AU Siren eggs have to be kept VERY warm and live coals are used in the nest o3o
“Ohhh, bit of movement. I think it may be time. Been shaking for a couple days now.”
“He’s a little slow. Mari had come crashing out a week early.”
“That’s Mari for you though.” Toshiya stood up, cradling the egg which had been nestled in his lap. He set it down into a sunken hearth of hot coals. The egg trembled, rocking back and forth. Little clicks sounded from inside.
“Come on, baby bird, break through,” Hiroko encouraged, taking a seat next to her partner.
The shell, a gradient of black to red with silver spots and feathered markings, cracked. The line extended and bits of the shell shattered off, kicked out by little clawed feet. A minute of struggle, the small creature inside turned around, fingers stained black curling over the edge of broken shell as he peeked out.
Big brown eyes blinked up at Hiroko and Toshiya. Wide as they took in their first view.
Laughing, Hiroko stood and lifted him out, wrapping him in a handspun towel. She dried him with quick motions. It fluffed his puffy black feathers which sprouted from all over, cresting over his ears. Tiny wings stretched and flapped slowly from his back, and his arms reached up toward his parents as he cooed happily.
Hiroko and Toshiya smiled down at their baby siren, the mother bopping him on the nose with her fingertip. “Welcome to the world, Yuuri.”
Lick~ Based on a Siren AU Lucy and I are working on for the Nautical YOI zine OuO I can’t resist drawing me some stuff before getting to the main piece XD I’M VERY EXCITED FOR THIS COLLAB
The warmth of spring brought flowers to life and spurred the trill of birdsong from the thicket of the trees. Nearby, a manuka tree was in bloom and birds flitted around it, drinking the nectar of the blossoms and perching on branches. They had only just seen the sprouts of the garden that had been planted in rich soil, but by peak summer at least a few of the herbs they had received from Hiroko should be ready to be made into medicines. Yet even now, the sweetness of maturing mango fruits filled the air.
Under the canopy that Yuuri had woven for them by the fine white sand of the eastern shore, Victor tucked new silks around the nest they had built together. It was a little strange, getting used to the full habits of a siren lifestyle, but as Yuuri had adapted to life on the ship, Victor was more than happy to adjust to life on a siren’s island.
His eyes kept flickering toward the blue of the sky, watching for his mate. Victor had finished clearing away the molted feathers Yuuri had left behind, still finding it all too cute that Yuuri sneezed and hissed at his own feathers as he shed them for the incoming colors of spring.
As soon as Yuuri’s new feathers had come in, he had been eager to spread his wings and take to the clouds, filling them with the air he had so missed while molting. He had looked conflicted, though, unable to decide whether he wanted to fly more or tend to his mate. Victor had made the decision for him, making the point that as soon as Yuuri returned, it would be likely that they would not be leaving the comfort of their nest for at least a couple of days.
I’ve wanted to draw something for @lucycamuiand@crimson-chains Siren Au forever so I finally put on some Pirates of the Caribbean, dug up my traditional drawing equipment and 8 hours later, here it is!
What I had in mind for this was Victor seeing Yuuri off for his next hunt, leaving Victor’s cabin through the window, in the morning after a… passionate night *coughs*.
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A commission I did for @jesusmaryandjosephgordon-levittOwO Yuri having fun weaving ribbons in Victor’s long flowy hair ^w^ and Victor ruffling Yuri’s as well <3
A pirate postcard for 20 dollar and over patrons! :D it pairs with this Siren postcard ^w^ HE WEAR THE HAT THAT’S BEEN PLUCKED AND DECORATED WITH THE CORRECT FEATHERS!
There is a Yuuri Fest this week because of Yuuri’s Birthday on russian sight so… Happy B-day, Yuuri? I kind of was looking what to do on fest and I saw that mating season outfit and fall in love with colours? They are so great I couldn’t help myself to mess with watercolour after…
Siren AU and all design completely belongs to @crimson-chainsand@lucycamui, they are greate, check them out if you haven’t already.
This is gorgeous, look at those colors! Thank you so much!
Here’s a little drawing ^w^ This will be the postcard of the month for 20 dollar and over patrons! :D Yuri sporting his eros colors and his mating season colors >w>
More Mermay stuff! A friend of mine on discord designed a really cool siren au and i absolutely fell in love with her art of Shinsou and just had to draw him myself with all the cool glowy patterns.
First pic is the original drawing of mine, second is the light edited version.
Mermaid Maggie possibly for Siren AU (think I’m gonna go w the pink but there’s also a blue/green under the cut) I’ll probably post the colored selkie later we’ll see ajsjdj
Just gonna add this to this post I think, colored the selkie design too. Legit not sure which I might wanna use for the au cause I like them both a lot but ajsjdk maybe I’ll just be lowkey cheap and very self indulgent and use both ajsnxk
Mermaid Maggie possibly for Siren AU (think I’m gonna go w the pink but there’s also a blue/green under the cut) I’ll probably post the colored selkie later we’ll see ajsjdj
Happy Mermay, kicking it off w/ siren au brainrot ajsjjd TvT been thinking about this one a lot and ajsjdk some new ideas for it I wanna explore more. Main changes for now I think is that Maggie is siren links friend now cause I’m too attached to her i apologize and 2 thinking of arctic mermaid setting cause there’s some neat ideas I have for it I think
But uhhh yee! Some designs I was playing with, still trying to decide which of these I might wanna use if any at all. I’m really kind of attached to the selkie idea/design but the mermaid/siren is a little more grounded for where the story might be going (and has the extra struggle of only being able to breath water, curse those gills TvT) Not sure yet,,, do you guys like either design better?
Then below the cut is a couple sketches, putting them there for some angst and blood brain basically went what if took siren au and made it sad so I’m sorry ajdjd not sure if I’m gonna commit
