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montereybayaquarium · 6 months
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As we fall into October, let’s embrace the supernatural vibes of the sea!
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The giant red mysid is a ghost of the deep, shrouded in darkness — and sometimes bioluminescence spew. Imagine this: a deep crimson hue, blending seamlessly with the darkness of the abyss, cunningly camouflaging itself inside its enigmatic realm. This mysterious creature unleashes a surprise attack — a luminous blue liquid, the deep sea equivalent of getting caught in a neon rain shower. Imagine trying to blend in now! It’s a cunning defense that startles would-be predators. Good luck hiding when you’re drenched in glowy puke! 🌌🦑
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personinthepalace · 1 year
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I am OBSESSED with Drew Sarich's performance of Poor Unfortunate Souls. Also while you're here, go check out the full concert celebrating the works of Alan Menken (Hollywood in Vienna 2022)
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WHUMPTOBER 2022 - DAY 10 - Poor Unfortunate Souls
When the person you hate the most because they have everything you ever wanted is just as miserable as you are.
-NO ROMANCE INCLUDED-  
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tampire · 1 year
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Melissa McCarthy as Ursula in The Little Mermad (2023)
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fishygeek · 4 months
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rough animation of ariel in poor unfortunate souls before some changes were made (like the design of her top, as well as the overall shape of her face and body type)
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fanby-fckry · 1 month
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Alastor-Dr. Facilier comparisons this, Friends on the Other Side that. *slamming fists down on table* Where are the Ursula comparisons? Poor Unfortunate Souls is incredibly Alastor-coded!
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aliceattheart · 2 months
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So I was thinking Alastor has Human!S/O who he claimed and brought down to Hell still alive. And even though no one really messes with them because they belong to the Radio Demon, Alastor is tired of the stares so he shrinks his s/o so that he's the only one who can see them.
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Yandere Alastor x S/O
No one has the right to look at you but me
Heyyy, Alice here
I haven't ever thought of any storyline like this! I'll try my hardest. Also not really biblically accurate to the series story. Out of character Alastor.
Also story has dark themes if you click the read more you consent to the content you are reading 🙏🏾
Thxs for reading:D
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Alastor was quite particular when it came to answering summonings. Unfortunately for you he answered. Your luscious big doe eyes captured him when he meet you. Eager to make a deal with you.
All you asked for was help with financial issues. Not having the money to keep yourself a float. Your head bobbing in and out for a fresh breath of air. An easy target he thought.
"S/o in trade for this deal, I want part of your wonderous lifespan. A simple request honestly." He chuckled lightly. And by the sounds coming from around him, sounded like an old rerun laugh. "No money problems and you have quite a lot of life left in your sinful body. What do you say, hmm?" The energy behind his words sounded so sickly sweet, but there was something more sinister behind those eye.
Having nothing else to live for. Without really looking at your contract, you signed your first and last name at the bottom of the contract. Alastor grabbed your hand and pressed his sharp finger into your thumb. Blood started to leak over the document.
That was the greatest mistake of your life.
You don't remember how long you've been here. Has it been months or years? You couldn't tell, all there was in the sky was a red gleaming light.
After your little deal, Alastor dragged you straight down to hell. Not by choice of course, solemnly remembering your first day in hell. Alastor made a big scene to ensure everyone knew you were his favorite marionette. "So leave them be, or you'll find out what it's like to die a second time."
Quite frankly to everyone else you seemed like a little hostage he keeps around for his entertainment. Making you run hard errands in the sweltering heat. Also adorning you many maid/servant outfits.
"Why don't you look ravenous." Some lousy scum bag said to you. He must be new down here. Feeling bad you only gave him a warning to run away from you. "Sir, I don't mean to sound rude or anything but I kid you not don't talk to me." "Why not sug, you can't be stuck up after death too."
"Pleading with a stranger S/O? I thought I've taught you better than that. And you're late." You froze instantly hearing your master's voice. "I apologize, I was on my way-." He cut you off to steal a glance at the sinner that dared to talk to you. Giving him a mischievous grin.
"I'll give you a whole minute to run, after that I'll let my hunting dogs come after you." He said with a sing song voice. Snapping his fingers a furious black dog appeared out of a demon circle. It has three sharp fanged heads. A tall broad figure with long snouts.The perfect hunting dog, Alastor managed to make. His favorite beast in his collection of horrors.
Turning to look at you. "S/O my dear, please head home. We have a serious conversation to be held." He whisked you off without a second thought. Scared not to follow his orders. You slowly turned away from the scene Alastor was putting on.
Starting up his radio broadcasting. A dark ominous energy surrounding the area.
"Ladies, gentlemen and variations thereupon, care to witness a spectacular event. A poor unfortunate soul meeting his second maker." His minute was far gone, yet he was still insight. The dogs speared not a second when Alastor said, "Fetch."
The carnage was immense. His yells, screams for help went unheard by the people spectating. Some laughing maniacally glad that it was him and not them. After the dogs were finished all that remains is his chewed up bones.
"Thank you for you time, I bid you adieu." Everyone started to clap and praise him. Remembering what happened to the last guy that didn't.
It wasn't long before he would return. Following your usual schedule you set the large dining table with varieties of heavy meat dishes and perfect sides to combat each other. While cooking you were going heavy on the seasonings. Not knowing what he wanted tonight, having not told you when he sent you off.
Your stomach growled. You put your plate up earlier. Alastor had special rules you had to follow. One being not to eat at the table with him and to stay by his side until he was finished. Quite frankly it was unfair. Even sometimes taking his precious time to finish eating.
2 rules you unfortunately managed to break was being late and talking to others he did not promit you to. Boy you were going to be in a world of pain. Your master has a cruel streak regardless of the events that have taken place.
Looking out of the window at the Red Maple trees he made you take care of with your life. Spacing out and thinking of the time he burned his name into your soul. You couldn't properly function for weeks. Not able to move or eat properly. That was your personal hell. He told you it was a part of the contract but you honestly don't know.
The chime of the door opening was your que to get scared. Speed walking to the door to gracefully take his coat off his shoulders. Slightly trembling with every movement, not making eye contact. You could smell the blood redating off of him. Gently putting his coat on the dark burgundy coat hanger. Fidgety with the thought of your punisher being centimeter away from you.
"S/o, won't you look at me?" He said so sweetly and placing a hand on your cheek to lift your face up to meet his. It was only an act of kindness, you know that. You just couldn't help yourself, by rubbing your face into his palm. "You know I wouldn't want to hurt you but you leave me no choice. I can't have rule breakers living with me, can I?" The slightest sound of radio static entering your full soundings. "I don't like how disobedient you have been in the resent weeks. I think I should put you down a few sizes for your transgressions. What do you think?"
Making everything he says a rhetorical question. Leaving very little room to speak. It only took him a few seconds of him chanting something you couldn't understand. With a snap of his fingers you were closer to the ground than you ever where before. You could compare yourself to a doll. Picking you up, Alastor took you to his private study. He always had a big doll house in there. It was for you.
"You will sit in here and isolate yourself until you understand that no one has the right to even look at you but me. It is your fault for not following the rules." Opening the top of the doll house in dropping you inside. "Goodnight my Angel." As he closed the top of the roof, leaving you in udderly complete darkness.
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Heyyyy, Alice here
I wanted to make this a bit longer than usual. Thanks for reading xD
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down-in-dixie · 9 months
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Poor unfortunate souls
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dragonflyable · 9 months
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"Poor Unfortunate Souls..."
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(I can't be the only one seeing this right?)
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sunpraiserarts · 11 months
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r136a1solar · 5 months
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Hi! long time with no uploads from me, so here you go!!
3 sketches and 1 complete illustration! Hinata during the "Poor Unfortunate Souls " scene. In my AU Fanfic, both Hinata and Sakura give up their voices and become human, but it is also at this moment that they get separeted in the story, so the scene is told from Hinata's perspective. I will add a little fragment from the story, I hope you like it.
Than you all for the support, likes, rebblogs and comments.
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Now, for the story, enjoy.
" There has been a beautiful duet echoing at the witch's lair just a moment ago.
Hinata, princess of the underwater kingdom of The Hyuga, had reluctantly signied her name to a magical contract along her best friend Sakura, her lady in wating, to give up their voices in exchange of becoming humans for 3 months. Sakura's desperation to be with a human prince she had fallen in love for and her own unwillingness to marry Prince Toneri, of the Otsusuki Kingdom, had led them to the sea witch lair. Orochimru, powerful in magic as rumor had him, made a special incantantion:
Beluga, sevruga, come winds of
the Caspian Sea
Larynxes, glossitis
Et max laryngitis
Le loro voce to me!
Now, sing! Compelled by the magic at play Hinata started singing against her will, as if a force was pulling at her very vocal chords, she and Sakura sang loud and beautifly. unabel to move or stop. Two pairs of hands appeared from the cauldron menacingly moving towards each of the singing mermaids. Fear gripped Hinata's heart as she tried to resist the magic suronding her. She couldn't see Sakura, but she could hear her her loud and clear as she also sang. Then one of the hands brushed away her hair, Hinata flinched at the ghostly apparition's touch, but her voice did not waver. Sh eopened her eyes, facing one of the two hands that had stop right in front of her. Keep Singing!! The witch shouted. Hinata knew that her voice was now under the complete control of the witch, she no longer had any way of resistng her, being able only to watch as the gosthy hand went for her moth, her eyes closing as she felt it dive dow her throat. It lasted but a moment, hearing hers and Sakura's singing, when she felt the hand leaving her. Hinata had gently closed her lips the moment she felt the evil apparition exit her mouth. Opening her eyes she saw it. Her voice in the form of a shinning golden pearl, singing her song and trapped in the hands grasp. Clutching her neck in absolute shock, Hinata could only watch as her voice  was captured in a seashell with another one for Sakura's voice. At that moment, it began. The cauldron erupted in light and smoke creating two bubbles that encapsulated the mermaids. Hinata squirmed inside her magical cocoon, her face twisted in pain as she silently scremed. Her tail split in two forming two beautiful legs and in a last pulse of light, her bubble burst, realising her of the pain, but leaving her helplessly trying to swim as she was now unabel to breath underwater. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Sakura struggling to swim to the surface. Meanwhile the witch was laughing out of control, an insane look in his eyes. He made a gesture with his hands and Hinata felt and impuls pulling her upwards, almost unconsious she reaches the surfece and emerges, fliping her hair as she brakes waters, breathing in the so needed air. Fortunately the witch had sent her near the shoreline, so she swam as best as she could reaching for the lands. her last thoughts where of Sakura and what had been of her, she wasen't here in the shore, so maybe the witch had capture her? Hinata could only wonder as the last of her consiousness slipped and everything went dark, the moon and the stars bathing her new human form with their light."
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inamindfarfaraway · 9 months
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Claudia: “Poor Unfortunate Souls”
I admit, some of my actions have been awful
Dangerous and even downright vile
But at the root of each is love
To protect, push come to shove
Can you blame me for employing all my guile?
And I luckily know quite a lot of magic
Except it isn't luck, I always come prepared
I really hope you see the light
'Cause I'm fearsome in a fight
Even a dragon learned that it ought to be scared
Poor unfortunate souls
Their gifts, their charms
The world is full of wonders
That can help improve our lives
Surely that's worth a little harm
Those poor unfortunate souls
So cute, so sad
That their magic is so potent
Never know what you might need
It's just practical, not that bad
I've been hurt, abandoned, crossed
But I've sunk too high a cost
In blood and sweat and tears toward my goals
For love cannot be swayed
Even if the price is paid
In poor unfortunate souls
The impossible is possible, just tricky
My victory's no if, it is a when
I would give my arm and leg
I would make a child beg
But I'm never losing anyone again
Some might say that loss must be accepted
That there are things we simply can't decide
Though the sentiment is nice
I'm afraid it won't suffice
It's she who gives it all who turns the tide
Come on, you poor unfortunate souls!
Little king, clever sleuth
I know you have the information
And I'll squeeze it from your lungs
So make this quick - tell the truth!
You poor unfortunate souls
It's sad, but true
I just want to cross a bridge
It's not my fault this is the toll
If you help me save my family
I swear I'll leave you whole
Terry, how cool do I look right now?
Your girl is on a roll!
These poor unfortunate souls!
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vera-deville · 10 months
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Poor Unfortunate Souls
06/24/2023
Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x Reader
Word Count: 976
Warnings: None that I can think of!
Gender: Gender Neutral
Tags: @rose-the-witch1
In which Grim is a poor unfortunate soul.
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"My dear sweet child. That's what I do. It's what I live for~" Y/N sang, sending shivers down Grim's spine.
All he wanted was a can of tuna. Not whatever possession this was. It was a Tuesday. Why in Twisted Wonderland was his henchman acting weird? (Weirder than usual, anyways).
"And I fortunately know a little magic" Y/N continued, throwing in a wink for no good reason. "It's a talent I've always possessed, And dear Grim, please don't laugh! I use it on behalf of the miserable, the lonely, and depressed." Grim wondered what Y/N was on about now, and could have sworn that they'd muttered "pathetic" off to the side, and was highkey offended at being called miserable, lonely, and depressed.
Y/N switched on the lights to the kitchen in a dramatic flourish. They then grabbed the opened can of tuna, as well as a bunch of other ingredients and pots and pans and ladles and other things that suspiciously looked like potions.
They started cooking up a storm, and Grim could only watch in horror as they continued their singing about poor unfortunate souls. Grim messaged the first year's group chat. He asked Sebek if he could hide out in Diasomnia, but of course, the ever upstanding retainer of the infamous Malleus Draconia denied his request.
This led to him begging all the others in the group chat to allow him asylum, but of course Jack wouldn't let him in his house for no good reason, and Epel didn't want Vil going off again about Grim and his usual...Grimness.
So who was left? Ace and Deuce.
After much begging (Grim was not too proud of that), they finally gave in and let him escape to Heartslabyul.
In the meanwhile, Y/N was still not done cooking up...whatever they had been cooking up. Throwing in this and that, they added in a few jigs here and there, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
The infamous Octatrio were making their way to visit the Ramshackle Prefect, as over time, they'd made good friends (one of them in particular). Just before they entered Ramshackle, Grim ran past them in a tizzy, somehow not even noticing them.
This worried Azul slightly. What had Grim done this time? Jade and Floyd half expected to hear Y/N yelling at Grim inside the dorm, but to their surprise, they didn't hear any yelling.
They heard singing.
The prefect was saying, "The men up there don't like a lot of blabber. They think a girl who gossips is a bore!" Floyd, now more curious than before, followed the sound of Y/N's voice, Jade and Azul following closely behind.
Azul found Y/N's words rather weird. What did she mean that the men "up there" don't like a lot of blabber? Did someone say that Y/N talked too much? And gossip could be really helpful in a bunch of situations. It's somewhat a form of gathering information, after all! But Y/N didn't sound too sad when they sang out the words, so maybe that's not it.
"Yet on land it's much preferred for ladies not to say a word! And after all dear, what is idle babble for?" Y/N continued.
"Is Shrimpy depressed?" Floyd asked unhelpfully. Jade considered his question. Humans were much different from them after all, and Y/N wasn't even from this world.
"Maybe they're stress cooking. I've heard that it is something that humans tend to do as an outlet for their stress." Jade added. Azul shushed Floyd as the three listened to Y/N continue their frantic cooking and song.
All of a sudden, Y/N belted out, "Come on you poor unfortunate soul! Go ahead! Make your choice!" It startled poor Azul out of his skin, and he bumped into Jade. Muttering an apology, Azul refused to take his eyes off the sight in front of him.
Y/N was holding their ladle in a way that no one would wish to be in a 7-feet radius of them, and with the way they waved it around blindly, Azul definitely did not want to be the one to bring them out of their concerning reverie.
It was when the Ramshackle Prefect sang, "I'm a very busy woman, and I haven't got all day. It won't cost much, just your voice~" that the Octatrio finally recognized the song. Everyone from the Coral Sea knew the song.
"If you want to cross the bridge, my sweet, you've got to pay the toll. Take a gulp and take a breath, and go ahead and sign the scroll!" Y/N mimicked their signature in air as they began plating the tuna food they made for Grim. "Flotsam, Jetsam, now I've got-"
And it was at this moment that Floyd decided to make their presence known.
"Shrimpy~ You never told me you could sing!" Floyd practically jumped towards said shrimp. Finally acknowledging the Octatrio's existence, Y/N put down their ladle, and ran over to Azul, intent on hugging their boyfriend.
"Oh, I just sing a little here and there! You guys came at the right time! I made some dishes out of tuna for Grim, and you guys can taste test!" The Ramshackle Prefect exclaimed.
Looking back at the array of dishes Y/N had placed on the kitchen island, Azul, Jade, and Floyd looked at each other. It looked...edible. So it wouldn't kill them, right? It didn't smell terrible, but Grim running for his life did have a slightly unsettling feeling.
Azul, deciding to be brave, took the first bite.
"So how bad is Shrimpy's cooking?" Floyd asked.
Shooting him a dirty look, but nonetheless awaiting Azul's answer, Y/N sat down opposite to him.
"How much?" Azul asked in all seriousness.
"What do you mean?" Y/N asked.
"How much for the recipe?"
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Author's Note: So, I'm working on this month's entry for the @briarvalleyarchives, but, I haven't finished it yet. Part of the reason is because some time through that fic, I suddenly had the idea to write this one.
...So I did. I though it would be funny to spook Grim.
Lately, I've felt that my writing style is kind of bland, so I've been trying to level up that aspect. Still have a long way to go-
Keep in mind that this is not the entry for the @briarvalleyarchives. It was just inspired by this month's prompt.
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flyfishfly · 11 months
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mommyfw3nd · 10 months
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Imagine walking into town and watching your doctor wipe out and throw scalding hot coffee in his face.
(reference under the cut)
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