Aestival Scribbles & Doodles — 𝔖𝔥𝔦𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯!

[GremlinSage]

Shiptember!
One Month. Infinite Voyages.​

There are a lot of different kinds of ships. Some are pretty neat and others are... meh. Whatever kind you want to write or art about is acceptable. It only has to be nautical related to this month's theme.

Background Artwork​

Artist: Wojtek Fus
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Drawing Art

We will only be accepting personal sketches and drawings. You can do this traditionally or digitally. (SFW Please) They do not need to be colored, but you can. We'd love to see some art that was made with effort and care. Submissions that don't follow the guidelines set here won't be rewarded.​

Writing

We're writers, it's still an art. We're keeping these entries at a max-word count of 250 (Please avoid big triggers). This is meant to be fast and fun.​

3D & Miniatures

New this month: We are allowing 3D art and painted mini's!​

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Your resident Gremlin,

 

[Degusaurusrex]

 

[MioBrave]

Every night I have this dream...

Crashing waves. A cold breeze.
I don't now if it's early morning...
-or maybe just a very somber day.

I always find myself staring out at the sea.
No footsteps surround me.
I can't see very far behind me.
Just the beach..
-and the water.

No boats.
No sea life.
No shells or trash on the shore.

I'm still trying to figure out why I'm brought here.
If I'm even really there...
My toes don't squish the sand.
The waves don't touch my feet.

I think this is a dream.
I hope this is a dream...

-but the sea fills my head with white noise.

 

[sandalwood]

· · ────── ꒰ঌ· ·໒꒱ ────── · ·
Listen to the ocean's call, the waves that beckon.
Feet in the sand, head underwater.
Listen to the sirens sing, but never fall for the beauty of their sweetly sung lullabies.
┈┈・ ✦ ・┈┈​

 

[Ipsie]

Instead model cars, I present the model pirate ship. This thing took me months to complete but worth it. She be dusty I know.

 

[MiharuAya]

The wind in my sails
pushes my vessel onwards to
an untold story

 

[firefly]

a little edit using part of a starter for a swashbuckling fantasy rp that never got the chance to sail the high seas~
art by the incredible concept artist Kobe Sek​

The world turned, the moon rose, and the clouds melted away in veneration.

Night fell upon azure waters, turning it inky and still. Soon, the sea looked no different to the sky above it – stars glittering on its surface and dancing in the gently rippling waves.

From the water, the silhouette of a ship rose abruptly. It was dark and imposing, a smudge of something ominous in the otherwise inviting seascape. On its deck, two dozen men worked quietly and efficiently, lowering two rowboats into the water. They worked by the light of the moon and spoke in low tones, as if their efforts would help lessen the likelihood that the monstrous frigate would draw any unwanted attention.

Soon, the two boats were making their way around the inlet that hid their vessel from view of the port. It undulated serenely in the glittering sea as they disappeared around the curve of the coast, completely unbothered – a dormant predator, its black sails tucked away beneath towering masts.

 

[Lantearia]

When I'd first boarded this ship, I'd ignored the warnings, the rumors, of the siren. A sea-dwelling creature, worse than even the succubi, who would tempt you, use your nature against you, and call you from your ship, and straight to your death. No matter if I was warned by my crew, by our hostages, or by friendly fellows, I knew these creatures couldn't exist.

Until I knew they did. One day, we found the sea no longer our friends, the stars beginning to lie to us, the currents tearing and pulling at us. Some men, fearful of sirens, put beeswax in their ears. I scoffed, until we heard those first few notes.

It didn't take long for all my crewmen, even those with wax, to jump overboard. I tried to stop many of them, but I was helpless. I was the only one able to keep my head. And, after my crew was gone, I found why.

When I joined this crew, I'd lied to be accepted. I was no man, I was a woman, a woman who knew her way around a ship. But, the only survivors being other women, ones who knew little to nothing of ships, nor following orders, we soon found ourselves against rocks, wrecked and adrift ourselves.

I write this to you as a warning. Not only for men, but for women as well. Avoid the Sea of Dantois. Because, if you don't, you'll soon hear my voice added into our song.

 

[Atomic Soul]

Steady wood wave-horse,
Stand firm beneath my feet as
We traverse the wide

Whale-road, churning fast
And Wild, cruel Ran licking
Our bow, saline tongue

Lapping the wooden
Planks along her oaken flank;
Hold fast my oak-steed