deep red tail, travels all over, wears gifts from infatuated humans, often mistaken for underwater fire or sunken rubies, spotted teasing sailors out at sea
pearly pink tail, lives near a small ocean side town with a legend of a beautiful mermaid, never seen but often a lovely inhuman song is heard
sunny yellow tail, goes from beach to beach, collects bottled messages among other things, wears shell charm jewelry, likes to watch humans from a distance, occasionally talks to a sole person wandering the beach but no one believes the person after
silvery tail, lives near a ligthhouse, pulls drowning people to shore, pearls, spotted singing on moonlit nights
golden tail, lives in a coral reef castle, friends with all the sea creatures, spotted on beaches of tropical islands but disappears before any photos can be taken
off-white cream tail with spots of beige and brown, lives in a cave, leads lost people to their cave for shelter, sometimes those who have done unspeakable things mysteriously disappear and those who have been wronged receive sudden good luck, spotted just before these strange incidents
pastel blue and mint green tail, lives near a bustling city, fell in love with a human, makes various arts and crafts with what they find in the water, spotted combing hair
deep blue tails, lives out at sea, may lure a sailor to their death or save them (depends on the sailor), shark teeth necklaces, knows what lies in the deepest crevices of the ocean, spotted staring up out of the water with glowing eyes
plum tail, never stays in one place, decorated with souvenirs of adventures, has pulled entire ships to shore, can often be heard talking and laughing but if spotted will smile before swimming away
emerald green tail, lives in arctic waters, helps people without them knowing, concerned about melting ice caps, could fight a sea lion if they had to, silhouette spotted under the ice
shimmering rainbow tail, lives in deep water but is decorated with human trinkets from their visits to the shore, wants to learn about both humans and bottom of the sea, spotted sitting on rocks staring up at the sky
iridescent aqua tail, lives near a beach with a tragic story of a mermaid and her lost love, will just as soon drown you as play with you, wears jewelry of shards of pottery and sea glass, on stormy nights some say they hear weeping
let’s start over. paint ourselves red and yellow and everything that speaks sunrise instead of midnight, this time. we could be less car crash, wildfire, burning rubber, maybe, and more moonlit-nights.
i don’t know, i just want to run without ending up in the middle of a six-lane highway. i want to love without being able to compare it to fistfights and bloody knuckles and the busted window in my old house.
let’s start over. i want us to be ethereal and real and together, this time.
we could be something new (catherine w // sempiternalwriting)
My favorite part of winter is beautiful, clear, moonlit nights with cool-ish 50 degree weather, whilst watching out for meteors and scrolling Tumblr. It calms me during finals week. (I’ve seen three meteors in the past 2 hours btw - wished on all of them. :D )
I’ll admit, dressing in flowing gowns and performing the perfect ritual on a moonlit night and reading tarot cards without needing to reference the book all makes me feel great, but that’s not what witchcraft is or has to be. Sometimes I perform spells in sweatpants and miss a sabbat and forget the chant and giggle during a ceremony. Don’t feel like you have to have some witch aesthetic to be a good witch. Sometimes that’s nice, but don’t get so caught up in the image that you feel inadequate. You are enough, and there isn’t a right way to practice the craft. )O(
She was the eye of the storm
Wreathed in icy dissolution
The weight of her world draped upon her shoulders
Chaos swirling with each step.
Her story writhing on her skin
A haunting tale of disbelief.
Kindled behind a cracked ribcage
Lay her heartfire barely breathing.
Cloaked in the song of the night
Safety in the shadows
Shining like the stars
Moonlit dreams steal across her nightmare eyes
Empty pools brimming over in search of better days.
The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam, but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea. -The Last Unicorn, Chapter 1
“What is Music ? How do you define it ? Music is a calm moonlit night, the rustle of leaves in Summer. Music is the far off peal of bells at dusk ! Music comes straight from the heart and talks only to the heart ; it is Love ! Music is the sister of Poetry and her Mother is sorrow !” - Sergei Rachmaninoff
The unicorn lived in a lilac wood and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam, but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.
Another piece for class. This time the unicorn from The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle. I chose it for the movie, but tried going by the book. I also took huge inspiration from Mary Blair’s amazing concept art for disney. Maybe later I’ll complete the Harpy as a companion piece.