#oc: mizu

[hell-o-kittys]

First and Latest Encounters With Mizu and Price!

Fae!au from @ghouljams !!

First

She walked along the rugged path, her clothes clinging to her body, chilled by the brisk winter wind sweeping in from the nearby Winter behind the cottage. Her beloved companion, Powy, clung to her shoulder, his tiny claws lightly tapping her back as he nestled against her. With one arm securely around him to prevent any slips, she cradled a basket brimming with treasures collected during the day for the Witch. The basket overflowing with shells, sea glass, and various trinkets carried in by the tide, as well as a precious baby turtle she'd discovered and intended to show to the Witch, who had an affinity—she was more than willing to encourage—spot for critters.

Her cargo shorts' pockets dripped and bulged with sea-pancakes and starfish, evidence of her long day of exploration. She approached the imposing mahogany door of the Witch's shop, her hidden tail swayed excitedly, and a beaming smile graced her face. She wore a small tank top with a bikini—both a muted blue—poking out of her tanned cargo pants. Arms covered in bracelets and 3 necklaces on her- one jade, one shells looped together, and one two dog tags on silver. Large bulky blue beads along string adorned her right ankle as her feet were bare. Hair put up with a blue flower hair clip, many strands framed her face as she smiled up at the opened door, tail swishing excitedly at the woman behind it.

She cherished the Witch deeply, her admiration evident in every glance and gesture. The older woman's demeanor and presence stirred memories of someone long lost to the unforgiving tides. The Witch welcomed her inside, offering a towel for her damp hair, as if expecting her to arrive soaked, and accepted the basket with gratitude and a gentle pat on the cheek.

Waddling into the kitchen as she finished drying up her hair she placed the towel down next to the sink, digging the goodies out of her pocket and laying them all out on the towel. The older woman flitted around the kitchen and front room as she prepared some tea and treats with some of the ingredients brought to her. Curiously some of the treats she prepared were much smaller than the others and on their own little plate, enough to where she could feel the bunny in her arms vibrate with excitement as he tried his best to remain still. Mizu—after being reminded by the woman—washed her hands in the sink and grabbed some more plates and silverware to set out. Cabinets and pantry being opened and closed as she looked for something not yet picked. Ever the eager to please the girl grabbed one of her bowl’s and headed to the garden offering to pick the last few ingredients for dinner needed.

Closing the sliding glass door behind her she turned around, (Pow Pow on the grass already heading into the garden with the bowl always motivated by food), she puffed up and snarled at the man leaning on her Witch’s garden wall. The witch who worked hard and took such good care of her, soft and slightly calloused hands so much like hers, a motherly figure long gone. So how dare this man show up to ruin it, how dare he think he wouldn’t leave this wall in shreds for even thinking of harming the woman who was under her protection. Disguise fully dropped and everything on show, from long clawed hands to the snarling mouth on her stomach, all the way to the double rows of sharp teeth behind snarling lips. The rabbit was in the same position, poised for a good meal and rows of teeth spinning and churning in it’s mouth with an eager smile plastered on it’s face—always so motivated by food. This man would surely be difficult to shoo off, but anything for the Witch.

Just as the confrontation escalated, the sliding door opened and closed, and gentle, ringed hands rested on her tense neck. "He's fine, he's allowed to be here."

Allowed, not wanted.

She could take care of that. But oh the way she smiled at the man’s presence. The way the crinkles at her eyes softened. The way she was heading to the wall with gentle strives, a gift in her cupped palm. So maybe she’ll quiet down, lean on the wall, maintaining a watchful distance. And who knew, maybe someday she'd follow that man after a long day with the Witch, rekindling a long-lost connection and sharing her secrets. But for now, she remained vigilant, ready to protect the one she cherished most.

Latest

It was late summer night, the windows to the shop down, allowing a breeze to flow in. Heavy wards in place along them for safety. The smell of the sea ran heavy as the warm breeze brought it to and fro. The place was simple, sold various items from the sea and surrounding beaches. The girl had a various of many jobs, working here was one. Her inkling towards the sea a great help, as well as her curious and tinkering nature allowing a subsection of the shop to be made for various inventions and mechanics.

She scurried around the shop, packing up her back and grabbing various things from today’s finds and her tool bag. Cigarette between her teeth the smoke filtered around throughout the shop, occasionally she’d wander back to the counter to the ashtray, which is where she found herself when the door chimed.

She smelt him before she saw him, smelt the thick cigar smoke sticking to that musky-cedarwood-whiskey smell. She felt his eyes boring into her, or more of her tail, before she turned around. She heard the relaxed and prideful and downright gall of that self-entitled blood pumping through his disgusting veins before she saw those hideous mutton chops and stupid bucket hat. Blue eyes locking with the single rolling yellow one she chuffed up. “What do you want Price.” She growled out, eying him up and down before her eyes flitted to his much younger—and good looking—companion. The older man just smiled at her before nodding at his friend dressed in casual wear with a hat and sunnies- all that hugged him perfectly. The man nodded at her with a smile before speaking up, “Here to pick up an order”. She smiled, tail swishing behind her as she typed something into her computer. “Name?” Her chest puffed up in pride and excitement, she was always prideful in her engineering and tinkering skills, loving making new and old things alike, able to fix almost anything. “Gaz, should be a smaller package, just needed some fixing up on the mobile.” She nodded and headed to the back sorting through packaged goods before finding the phone she fixed up and added to earlier. Heading back to the front she put the package in the bag before taking the card in his ringed outstretched hand. “Will be $50.75 today, I hope you don't mind i fixed the battery while I was at it free of charge- was old and close to popping.” Gaz staring at her confused as Price wore and amused smirk she growled at. “41.71 pounds” she deadpanned.

The transaction took only a few more minutes before the two were out the door, and so was she. Putting the last bit of cigarette out she dropped it in the ashtray before lighting another, letting the vanilla infused nicotine fill the air before she grabbed her bags and headed to the door after locking up. Traversing down the familiar path she usually does she slipped her headphones on and zoned out. As she walked down the familiar path, the music in her headphones drowned out the sounds of the city around her. The gentle rhythm of the waves crashing on the nearby beach blended with the tunes in her ears, creating a soothing melody that seemed to encapsulate the essence of the late summer night. The girl's thoughts drifted as she strolled along, the weight of the day's work gradually lifting from her shoulders. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of the little shop at the end of the path, excited to help the Witch out and show off her skills, a part of her love language after all. It was moments like these that made her proud of her tinkering skills and the unique little corner of the shop where she could bring her inventions to life. The night air was warm and inviting, and the scent of salt and sea continued to waft through the streets. It was a stark contrast to the encounter with Price and his younger companion, a reminder of the diverse characters that frequented her shop by the sea. Yet, she had a way of handling them all, a tough exterior that concealed her genuine passion for her work. As she continued her walk, her thoughts turned to the next project she wanted to tackle in her workshop. It was a place where she could lose herself in the art of creation, where her curiosity and ingenuity thrived. With each step, she felt the anticipation building, eager to return to her haven and let her imagination run wild.

The streets were relatively quiet at this late hour, and she enjoyed the solitude of her nightly walks. Her boots clicked softly against the pavement, creating a rhythmic beat that matched the music in her ears. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow on the water as it stretched out to meet the horizon.

Her mind began to drift, imagining the possibilities of her next invention. She had a few sketches and ideas scribbled in her notebook, waiting to be brought to life. Perhaps a new gadget to help local fishermen with their catch, or a contraption to clean up the beach more efficiently. The possibilities were endless, and her enthusiasm for these projects was boundless. The trees of the forest parted just enough for her to glimpse at the sea for a moment, stopping to soak in the view. The waves lapped gently at the shoreline, and she gazed out at the horizon, lost in thought. The night held a certain magic, a quiet serenity that fueled her creativity, her mind full of ideas and her heart brimming with determination.

With one last look out at the moonlit sea, she turned away from the beach and continued her journey through the woods. The world around her faded into the background as she focused on the melodies in her headphones and the dreams that awaited her in her workshop. It was nights like these that reminded her of the boundless potential of her inventive spirit, and she couldn't wait to see where her creativity would take her next. Perhaps her next project could be a new oil painting of one of the many sketches she kept.

Pow Pow shifting in her bag finding a new position in the bag made her turn around to check on him, all her attention on the grunting and grumpy rabbit before she bumped into something and stumbled back. She grabbed at her face with a groan before her head whipped up at the large man towering over her. “Oh you gotta be fuckong with me” she grumbled out below her breath, all at the sight of the fae in front of her. “Wipe that crinkled smile off your face you old hag, the hell you doing out here.” The man just chuckled and smiled harder, “Should be asking you that” he chuckled. “I know where you think you’re going old man” the girl pushed a clawed finger on his chest, “ but forget it. You stay far the fuck away from her. She only puts up with you in fear of you swiping her away, which mind you id die before you laid one of those wrinkle fucking mits on them. Screw off.”

He didn’t.

Even after she pushed past him on the trail he just chuckled and trailed after her, smoking that nasty cigar. She smirked however as they both approached the back of the house, while he moved to the wall she laughed and whistled a “have fun in the doghouse doggy!” as she headed to the front of the shop and knocking on the Witch’s door. She’d share her good of the day and goodies she collected with them, and fix some things around the shop before dinner. It was a routine by now, Friday Night Dinners. Her tail swishing behind her in excitement. She got to be invited in, not Price. She helped Witch, not Price. She got to make dinner with Witch, not Price. He would learn his place or she would teach him, he was just a stray dog while Mizu was her beloved show dog, the one that got to stay inside and be pampered while the other sat and rotted with it’s scraps.

Maybe she couldn’t get rid of the old fae, but by the gods will she beat him.

#1fae1 #price x reader #cod x reader #141 x reader #call of duty x reader #mw2 141 #oc #AnM #oc: mizu #idk wtf to tag this shit #price #captain price #john price #captain john price

[novemberhope]

#one piece #oc #my oc #other's oc: indig0pearl #others oc #oc creator #one piece original character #kaiyo neri sirena #hook sora #doku kinoko #nico robin #mizu #tony tony chooper #yuka #oc: yuka #oc: mizu #oc: kaiyo neri sirena #oc: doku kinoko #oc: hook sora #drawing by indig0pearl #painted by me #our ocs and some based on people we know #fanart #fyeahonepieceocs #ocappreciation #oc: jon #soul king brook

[footlongdingledong2]

the person you are calling no longer exists

#dronpa wonderland #oc: homura #oc: mizu #art tag #man I love having ocs who are siblings *throws them into a blender and cranks that shit up to h

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 3, day 8, I hid the guide so I could see how things are working without it, and the answer is eyes are hard. So I'm going back to focusing on just one facial feature, in this case the mouth. Next I'll do the ears, and I'll finish the face off with the eyes. Gotta save the toughest bit for last!

After I'm done with the face as a whole, then I'll do the hair and zipper pulls, then I'll tie everything down and make it clean (and probably do a lot of fixing things when I do that), then color, and maybe some super simple shading. After that? Who knows! It's still a ways off, so I've got plenty of time to figure it out XD

#the great artscapade of 2023 #art #my art #my animation #walk cycle #oc: mizu #I made beef ramen for dinner and added these beef sticks my workmate gave us #she's a regular provider of meat snack stick bc her hubby gets bribed with them a lot #by ''bribed'' I mean ''given free samples for being awesome'' #that's how bribes work right? [/sarcasm] #anyway I also put in onion salt and garlic powder and red pepper flakes and black pepper #and I put in too much red pepper flakes ): #it was super tasty but it burned my mouth off #now I bet you're thinking ''lol silly white girl can't even handle red pepper flakes'' #and you'd be right #I'm a weeny baby pants #but I can usually use way more red pepper flakes and it doesn't murder me like this #it was a different brand than my usual so maybe they use hotter peppers in their blend than what I'm used to #I should have just stuck with my cayenne #cayenne has never betrayed me

[zydraholic-art]

pov theyre about to bully you

#original characters #original character #oc #my ocs #original art #artists on tumblr #art #oc: sumi #oc: hiyoko #oc: mizu #first time properly drawing mizu <3 #or drawing them together

[feymaid]

If any of you value your bisexuality you WILL go watch Blue Eye Samurai NOW.

#when I say that this show is arcane levels of good I’m not kidding #if unlike arcane you’ll like this #PLS for the love of god give this show the attention it deserves #blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #taigen blue eye samurai #akemi blue eye samurai #mizu x taigen x akemi #mizu x taigen #mizu x akemi #taigen x akemi #I’m hypnotizing u to go on Netflix and click the play button #my art #not my ocs

[annboch]

Some random sketches

El pintor es un poco mas pequeño al lado de su amante pero eso no le molesta en absoluto. ^^

#blue eye samurai #bes mizu #bes #mizu blue eye samurai #oc blue eye samurai #oc art #blue eye samurai netflix #blue eye samurai character #self ship community #self shipping #original character #the blue eyed samurai #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu bes #mizu x reader #mizu #blue eye samurai mizu #fujimizu

[nerujikam]

small sketch of Coincidence?

might’ve made my baby a lil too small but blame mizu for them big ass stompers

#neruart #oc #mizu x oc #mizu x reader #mizu x you #mizu fanart #blue eye samurai

[tls1234llaicx]

Mizu x Reader — Blue Eye Samurai (SFW)

Mizu with a modern girl who woke up in another time

Do you remember running home after school and you simply end up falling into the lake, while you were trying to get out of the lake, managing to swim, you realize that you are in a totally different place… now, it was night, you leave the lake until You felt a blade in your neck when you turned around.

"My god, I've never seen such a beautiful woman…" - you said, forgetting the blade and looking at the woman, Mizu, until a strangely cute boy (Ringo) appeared.

Modern! Reader quickly befriends Ringo and follows Mizu.

Modern! Reader who wants to touch Mizu's blade, and when he did, you posed and let the blade fall and almost cut your hand (Mizu, I'll never let you touch a blade again, except when you really need to)

"Mizu, you would have such a fangirl" "…what is fangirl?"

Modern! Reader who was parading for Mizu after stealing some clothes to disguise himself in the crowd.

Modern! Reader who gossiped with the prostitutes and with Madame Kaji herself.

I WILL ADD MORE – send me commissions :)

Bonus: The Great Fire of 1657 happening: ".. man, I read that in the history books"

#blue eyes samurai #★ zra4llaicx #★ blue eye samurai !! #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #blue eye samurai netflix #blue eye samurai x reader #bes mizu #bes mizu x reader #mizu headcanons #mizu x you #mizu x me #and I'm still going to create a blue eye samurai oc

[sokkadora]

reunion in song — modern!mizu x covey!reader

summary: reunion with your best friend (and crush) after coming home from college

a/n: im still new to this show so if this seems ooc for mizu im sorry 😭 reader is supposed to be loosely based off of lucy gray baird from the hunger games because i have been obsessed with her since i saw the ballad of songbirds and snakes

wc: 2k

warning(s): musical whimsy, mizu being smitten with reader, alcohol, bars, reader had a sleazy ex boyfriend, fighting, typical (but toned down) violence, use of y/n

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸

︿︿︿︿︿︿ ✎ᝰ . . . .

It had been a long time since you’d been home, and for your first return to be at the tavern you’d performed at with your family when you were young had only made it better.

Your hands shakily gripped the fretboard of your guitar as the song your covey played was quickly coming to an end, trying to get a grip on the fact you were performing again after being off at school for so long.

You breathed in deeply, the smell of alcohol and a lively sweat filled your sinuses from the rowdy crowd dancing to the music, and breathed out.

Nothing you couldn’t handle before.

At least your friends would be there. Akemi, Taigen, Ringo, it was lovely to see and catch up with them again after coming home. But one person was missing.

God, you missed her the most.

You had frequently talked over the phone while you were gone, but since you had come back, you hadn’t seen her anywhere. But you had sent her an invite to see your covey here tonight. You always did, even when you weren’t performing with them. She always came and watched from the corner, at least when you were there.

She was your closest friend, and you loved her. Even if it was in a way you weren’t supposed to, but you hoped the feeling was mutual.

You heard your cousin, Maude Ivory, shout your name into the mic and it snapped you out of your thoughts.

You quickly hopped on stage with your instrument, the crowd immediately cheering at the sound of your name. You grinned so wide, you thought that you probably looked like a clown, but you didn’t care. It was good to be back in your element.

Maude Ivory stepped back from the mic, cheering for you with everyone else as you did a small twirl, and practically leaped towards the mic.

“Oh, hey there everyone!” You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, glancing around the crowd before you. “Did you miss me?”

“Yeah!”

You chuckled at their single response, “I bet you never expected to lay eyes on me again since I left for school, but I am back.” You grinned, nodding as you noticed your friends near the front, giving them a wave, not noticing the one you most yearned to see in the far back.

You crouched down and quickly took a swig from your water before turning your attention back towards your audience.

“Now, how about a song?” You queried, and the crowd responded by cheering once more. You grinned again and slowly began to strum the notes to a song you used to play often.

“Can’t take my past,

Can’t take my history,

You could take my Pa,

But his names a mystery,”

Mizu watched in awe of your voice in the back, reminded of how much overwhelming joy you filled her with just by laying eyes on you. Let alone hearing your voice; when you sang, she believed it was the most beautiful sound.

“Nothing you can take from me

Was ever worth keeping

No, nothing you can take

Was ever worth keeping,”

The covey soon kicked into gear after you ended the last note, the folky melody flooding the bar and echoing off the walls along with the stomping of boots from the crowd dancing.

Mizu fought back a smile, subtly nodding her head to the song as you performed it. Loving how you easily got back into the groove of performing, her eyes wandering over your form as you bopped along to the song.

“Can’t take my charm,

Can’t take my humor,

Can’t take my wealth,

Cause it’s just a rumor,”

Your eyes fell on your friends, you were happily clapping along to the song — Ringo a bit more than the other two, but it succeeded in drawing a bigger smile out of you before you zoned back in.

“Nothing you can take,

Was ever worth keeping,

No, nothing you can take

Was ever worth keeping,”

Mizu’s eyes followed your gaze to your friends before turning back to you, just when you looked in her directed and spotted her.

“Thinking you’re so fine..—“

Your smile dropped in surprise, eyes widening at the sight of the woman. The corner of Mizu’s lips couldn’t help but tug up, finally being able to meet your eyes for the first time in years that wasn’t through a camera.

You were even more beautiful than she remembered, and she already thought of you being more gorgeous than any flower or girl she’d ever come across.

“Thinking you’re in control,

Thinking you’ll change me,”

Your grin came back quickly, keeping your gaze on Mizu for a moment longer to memorize her rare smile before turning back to your audience.

“Maybe rearrange me,

Think again if that’s your goal,”

You began to hum into the mic before someone started stomping through the crowd, shouting your name. A woman chased after him and called his name as Mizu’s sharp gaze landed on him, narrowing her eyes at him immediately.

Why was he here?

You rolled your eyes, but continued strummming for the sake of your performance. It was your first performance back home, you weren’t about to let your ex boyfriend hinder your happiness.

His current girlfriend fought to get him away from the stage, her hand harshly gripping his arm but he yanked it away. He drunkenly stumbling towards the stage and attempted to hop on right in front of you with his accordion, causing you to cringe away, ceasing the playing of your guitar as the others slowly stopped right after you.

His girlfriend yanked back off stage.

“What are you trying to play with them, Yusei!?” She scolded. He placed his hand on the center of her chest and pushed her back, eliciting a gasp from the crowd that she stumbled into.

Another man pushed him for pushing his girlfriend, since everyone knew who she was.

The mayors daughter.

“Settle down- Settle down!” You announced into the mic, but no one paid you any mind.

A brawl began to break out, and Ringo quickly ushered your friends out while your ex crawled his way back onto the stage and gripped your long skirt tightly.

You attempted to back up and pull away, angling your guitar to your side as you glared down at him harshly.

“I know you miss me, (Y/N)!” He shouted, tugging at your skirt as you attempted to kick him off.

“You get your hands off me right now, I swear to god.”

Mizu began to step forward to yank the man off you, god knows how much she already hated him from past encounters, but a missed punched landed right on her jaw and she stumbled.

“Get your hands off me, Yusei!” You repeated in a shout, starting to panic as your hands gripped your guitar tightly.

The guitar strings began to leave marks on your fingers as Mizu recollected herself and marched over to the man, decking him in the face and effectively knocking him off you. You gasped as she punched him a second and third time before Ringo began dragging him off, and Maude Ivory tugged you off stage and through the back exit of the bar.

After getting outside, Mizu spit the blood out of her mouth after accidentally biting her tongue when getting punched and Ringo laughed.

“I never thought I’d have to save you,”

Mizu huffed a small laugh, before her mind returned to you, “She’s back.” She whispered, and Ringo’s eyes lit up with her.

———

“You think I’m gone cause I left…”

Mizu paused on her search through the woods and meadows surrounding your hometown for you after hearing from Maude Ivory, looking to where the voice was coming from.

“But I’m the trees,

I’m in the breeze,”

Her feet began to move absentmindedly towards the singing, feeling inexplicably drawn to it. There you were. A smile quickly made its way onto her lips as she cleared the clump of trees onto the top of a hill, overlooking a meadow from its edge of flowers and tall grass.

“My footsteps on the ground,

You’ll see my face in every place

but you can’t catch me now,”

Her eyes landed on the back of someone’s head, the beautiful plucking of their guitar strings filling her head with a nostalgic sound she’d only felt when she was with you.

Snap!

Your head whipped around quickly at the sound of a twig snapping, your gaze quickly landing on the blue eyed woman a few feet behind you.

“Maude Ivory said I might find you out here,” Mizu spoke softly as you felt your cheeks heat up, and turned to set your guitar down against the rock you rested on.

“She was right,” You smiled softly, making your way around the rock to stand just a few feet away from Mizu. It was still too far for your liking, your body itched to run to her and feel her arms around you again, but it’d been so long…

“I’m glad you’re back,” Mizu spoke, with a warmth to her tone that was rarely ever there with the average person. But you weren’t a stranger to her. You never would be. She made her way to you, looking down at you as there was finally less than a foot of space between you. “I missed you. More than you’ll ever know.”

You smiled softly up at her, your gaze running over every curve on her face, admiring her. You wished you could’ve been home sooner, maybe if you’d never left…

You teared up, your gaze turning down and staying on her collarbone, you felt ashamed.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come home sooner,” You began, and Mizu furrowed her brows in confusion. “I wanted to. I wanted to see you more than anything — I missed you more than anything, but I couldn’t afford the trip and tuition. I’m so sorry.”

Mizu put her hands on either side of your head, her thumbs rubbing the curve of your cheekbones as you looked up at her with so much love.

“It’s alright,” She whispered her reassurance, looking down into your eyes and then your lips before leaning down. She stopped right before kissing you, her forehead gently pressing against yours as she silently asked for permission.

Your stomach flipped as your hands came up to grip her shirt, your eyes fluttering shut before she tilted your head up and pressed her mouth against yours.

It was needy, almost pleading for you to never part and be that far from her again as her chapped lips molded to yours like they were made for resting against your own.

Your hands came up to grip her wrists as you parted, eyes still shut before she pressed her lips against your again, pulling you closer to her desperately. You let out a small whimper before you heard a whistle from behind you, and pulled apart to see one of your cousins waving and bounding towards the two of you.

“Looks like the proper authorities are looking for you,” You said softly, your hand resting on top of the one hand that still rested against your head before walking up towards Maude Ivory. “I’ll handle this; they’ll be here about the fight last night.”

“When will you be free again?” Mizu asks curiously, wanting to be in your presence again as soon as she could.

You smiled, stepping back down to take her hands in your own. “There’s a lake out in the woods if you remember.” You remind her, and her mind wanders to all the trips you’d take there as kids. “If you meet me here tomorrow we can go there. Like old times.”

“Like old times,” Mizu nodded, repeating your words before gently grabbing your face in one hand, planting one more kiss on your lips. “See you then.”

#mizu x reader #mizu x you #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu x oc #you x mizu #reader x mizu #mizu / reader #mizu/reader #you/mizu #reader/mizu #luzura writes #olive writes #zoe's works #my works

[hell-o-kittys]

Some more sillies of some cryptic ish bullshit of my oc im reviving from @ghouljams 1fae1 au lore(ish) ig? no interactions here i mean

bonus! mizu doodle

idk word vomit may be messed up mobile tweakin so bad for me rn

babies first manipulation😞

Cold.

Mind numbing cold. Why was it so cold? Sure she was sensitive to temperatures, especially the cooler ones but why does it burn? Why does it sting and burn as if the frost along any exposed skin of her was slowing nibbling away at her flesh. Tiny flames being ignited throughout her nervous system. If she was so cold, why did it burn so badly? No, not just burns, it hurts. Everything ***hurts**.* *The fuck happened? Groundings, get your groundings.* A field. A gorgeous field nonetheless. Tall grass that was perfectly well grown and a healthy green blew with the warm autumn wind. The trees surrounding her almost seemed as if they were circling in, making them slightly claustrophobic as they shifted their weight to the other foot. The sun lowered in the sky as golden hour was upon her, the leaves, shrubs and grass emoting  a warm and gentle glow. It seemed surreal, akin to something of a fairy tail. Flowers grew throughout the field and into the forest as mushrooms grew up and along fallen trees. *Wern would love this place, I should tell them about it when I get home..* However, one of the most unnerving thing about the whole situation was the fact the white  flower right below her- daisy perhaps- leaves were tainted with splattered with blood. ***blood?***  A place so serene shouldn't be tainted with something so, so dirty. The smell, ***oh the smell***. Typically in such a woodland area the air should be crisp and clean, earthy, warm, with pollen from the flowers, sap from the trees, and a dewy and damp atmosphere towards the larger lake nearby. However for some strange reason it felt freezing. To the point it felt like she was burning. It wasn’t just that one poor daisy with drips of blood, it seemed every bit of greenery around her was doused in it, as if the murky red fell on a rainy day. The metallic and thick smell of it overpowered her poor nose as it wafted into her nostrils. *Guess I can cross nosebleed out.* Going against her willpower she decided to investigate around the woodland area. Her body screaming in protest, it felt like the bone in her right arm had snapped, like her eye had been poke out with a molten hot rod. Oozing with something, perhaps she was just teary from the smell, like when cutting an onion. Yeah, that’s why. Dragging her body across the field she heard a sickening crack only a few steps in. It would be assumed as a stick, and if not she could have easily ignored it if it weren’t for the sinking feeling in her stomach, chipping away at her resolve. Not only that, but her foot felt warm, warmer than usual, and-*It’s wet!* Pulling her foot out of the now assumed hole in the ——- she took a step back and squatted down to investigate.

Nothing could have ever prepared her for the sight she had to see, not even all that time trapped in the abyss. Moving aside the bloody grass as she fell to her knees. Her knees creating a splash as more blood splattered around, the puddle she kneeled in soaking into her bare feet as blood stained her skin once more. It was a body. Unnerving but so mangled she could hardly know who it was. It didn’t bother her that badly, just more work to do, but hey! she could fix this! right? Fully parting the long grass, flattening it with her left hand as she could hardly move the right due to pain and refused to look at how bad the damage on it would be. But hey, she knew this sword, she *knew* that medicine pack, and oh and those shoes! She knew that outfit and each freckle and scar, and..that face. She knew that face.

who is that..?

She tried to put her hand on the poor boy’s check but as soon as she looked at the stained fingers on the paling body’s cheek she wanted to cry.

not again. not here.

How could she have let this happen?! They wanted to find any body of water nearby; a puddle, a pond , anything reflective—but there was no point; she already knew how she looked if her hand was any hint to it.

Her right hand was covered in an reddish clear skin tone, a pure warped reflection, from sharpened fingertips to broken forearm as it slowly frayed out and up to her bulky shoulder, akin to something like food colouring in a water basin. As it splintered out and more patches of her normal skin peeked through, the veins there were infected with a mix of a dark navy blue. It seemed as if it was faintly glowing. It confirmed her suspicions, she knew what happened. If she closed her eyes she could see a fuzzy memory of a time when she first saw herself like this.

A smaller girl staring into a mirror. Back before she dyed her hair as messy and unkempt red locks framed her face. Her right eye was completely gone, in its place an alien-like mouth. A large, almost void looking hole patched onto her face as sharp teeth in strange tissue lined the strange mouth. However instead of a few sharp teeth here and there, two rows of large razor sharp teeth lined the inside of the entire inner mouth. Some ink- like substance skin to tar leaked from it and dropped down her face. Her left eye was red and puffy, she’d been without a doubt crying. Her right arm with the inky posion framed around it, but with no other skin being shown. It stopped and spread into the veins in her upper shoulder. Her arm was more muscular and her hand replaced with a large claw, razor sharp at the end. She couldn’t tell where her hand ended and nails began. Her mouth still had her normal sharper canine teeth being sharper than the others, but her teeth that were typically normal and flat were sharper; not the point of those on her eye. Er, past eye? She never really learned what it was did she.. there were two rips in her flesh, one on each cheek with more razor sharp teeth showing until it hit exposed muscle.

In her right arm was a small rabbit teddy, an older man crouched down behind her in the mirror with a heavy hand on her shoulder, reminding her of what must happen.

What she must do.

While some features had changed a bit as she got older, she knew how she looked for the majority of it. The largest difference that occurred from then to now would be her ears growing more *mangled*..and the rips at her cheeks being larger as her mouth grew.

Not too far away from where she sat kneeled to the ground laid a open journal. It must have been the body due to the fact the grass around it was slightly charred and it was sprayed in red.

Crawling over to it and taking it in her one good hand she inspected it closer. It had some unknown writings scribbled with doodles and various items pinned throughout the pages. Putting it in the large mouth on her stomach she knew it was safely with Pow Pow, Atlas would know what to do.

Wandering until she found a small pond she bent over and gently scooped some water in her palms, washing her face the best she could. It seemed as if the more she rubbed at her magngled face the more it just stained. She stared into the water, her complexion that of years younger as footsteps approached behind her— a heavy hand set on her shoulder and—.

*…*

She shot up with a gasp, curling in on herself and heaving for air, the small animated rabbit bumping against her arm on her knee as her face rested in it.

She’d bury that memory with him, it wouldn’t happen again. Dark yellow eyes with slitted irises glowed in the dark. She’d be sure of it.

#oc #tw blood #tw gore #gorish idk wtf to take this #bs #1fae1 #oc: mizu #AnM

[novemberhope]

Indig0pearl drew some of our ocs

My OC Neri, her OC Sora, and two OCs based on our friends.

#one piece #one piece oc #one piece original character #my oc #other's oc:indig0pearl #hook sora #oc: hook sora #kaiyo neri sirena #oc: kaiyo neri sirena #oc: tetsuno hanma #oc: mizu #mizu #tetsuno hanma #fanart #fyeahonepieceocs #ocappreciation #oc creator

[footlongdingledong2]

every time I look at the way mizus design has evolved it absolutely floors me bc you can like Visibly see them go from little nutcracker german boy to fucked up and evil magician girl(?) and it’s great

#oc: mizu #dronpa wonderland

[phoenixiancrystallist]

for Mizu:

4. What mythical creature would they be represented by?

9. Which of the seven deadly sins are they associated with? Is it a negative trait of theirs or something they actively struggle with?

13. Instead of your standard four elements, consider what kind of metal represents your character.

TUMBLR WHAT THE HELL WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ABOUT THIS

I'm sorry, Luna, I didn't ignore you on purpose T^T

4. Mythical beast: As much as she'd deny it and insist she's something else entirely, I think Mizu would be represented best by a manticore, specifically the scorpion-tail variety. She presents herself as calm and approachable (usually), hence the human face, but if you get too close she's got a lot of aggression (lion body) and a tendency to lose her temper and drive people away (scorpion tail and barbs). But if you can get past the prickly attitude and dodge the various sharp pointy objects aimed your way as a self defense mechanism, she's the most loving and loyal friend you'll ever have.

9: Seven Deadly Sins: I mean *gestures at last answer* wrath, much? XD Also envy and pride, but mainly wrath.

13: Metal: I keep describing her skin color as bronze so that was the first to come to mind. It works really well for her; bronze swords are some of the earliest metalwork weapons that we know of (or that I know of, but I'm not a scholar), and this girl sure is a weapon in her own right. But it's also a versatile metal, and can be used to make tools, jewelry, currency, art, you name it, and Mizu herself is a versatile and adaptable person.

Anyway, thanks for the questions! Sorry Tumblr dropped the ball like that

#oc: mizu #ask game #bobbi's being weird again

[haydardotjpg]

this started off as me trying to compare the character design of my OC yuwei and mizu blueeyesamurai because i'm afraid of drawing them too similarly (they both have a blue colour scheme, both have their hair tied up in a bun, both are mixed east asian with eye bags & dark circles, and both are full of Gender™️). but then i remembered that mizu blueeyesamurai is also very similar to my other OC indra in terms of personality and story. so then it became this.

#mizu bes #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #blue eye samurai #bes mizu #haydar's OCs #this art is purely for my own self-indulgence but i hope yall at least enjoy the little mizu drawings in this lmao #there was an attempt #indrawasih kersani #yuwei chandra purnama

[sophswritingthings]

Hello, dear author! I couldn't help but binge read all your Mizu works (they are amazing, please keep writing, they actually make me sooo happy) and also couldn't help the idea that suddenly came to my mind, so I hope It's okay to share this! I would be even more happy if you made it into a little fic 🥺

Since Mizu has huge trauma from being betrayed and left alone to fight those who comes after her, what would be her reaction to a reader who literally almost jumped down from a cliff just to get to Mizu and protect her? Like reader might be warrior, a bow user or simply uses a katana but that aint gonna stop reader from protecting their wife with their life! 😠

.... Unlike a once certain husband 😑

pairing: mizu x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, mentions of suicide

a/n: mizu is just so confused by nice people, I can’t help but giggle 🤭 and of course it’s okay to share!! share as much as you’d like! I’d like to think we’re a safe little community here. at least, god I hope so

summary: you jump off the cliff after your wife, managing to scale your way down somewhat safely. afterwards, she scolds you for almost throwing your life away.

word count: 360 words / 1,916 characters 

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“MIZU!”

you shriek, your voice shrill as you dash to the edge of the cliff. your breathing was heavy, gazing down at mizu.

cornered by the four fangs, she was. 

fuck—fuck!

she had a wound, still healing on her shoulder from her adventure at shindo dojo. if they hit her just right..

of course you had faith in your wife. she was strong, stronger than you had ever thought she could be—but.. risking her life because you had “faith” in her, was not something you were willing to do.

you glanced around, your eyes landing on two pieces of a broken katana. you could assume it was one of the four fangs swords, but that didn’t matter— you didn’t give a shit who it belonged to. you needed to get down to your wife.

you grabbed the pieces in your hands, peering over the edge of the cliff again. you turned around.

and jumped.

you could feel yourself falling, but just in time, you plunged the broken pieces into the side of the mountain.

you caught yourself, just barley, beginning to scale your way down the rest of the mountain to meet your wife.

she was staring at you. a bit starstruck, she looked, but her expression quickly devolved to anger. 

“what in hell are you thinking?” she grumbled, glancing you up and down—your hands were bloody from the sharp parts of the swords. “that was a fucking suicide attempt.”

“I’m coming to help you!” you yelp, your eyes pleading. “It is you and me, mizu. you’re— you’re not by yourself anymore.”

she stared at you for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. yes, you were married— but the last time she had been married.. she wasn’t sure he ever actually cared for her. truly.

and now here you were, throwing yourself off the slide of a cliff.

for.. her.

you loved her. so very much.

all she could hear was the sound of her heart thumping in her ears, but she quickly shook it off.

she grasped your hand for a moment, nodding to you as she squeezed it.

It was you and her; against the world.

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#mizu x oc #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #blue eyed samurai #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #ask #asked and answered #fic request #request #x reader