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missmonsters2 · 1 year

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—Lips Over Your Nightmares

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader/OFC

Summary: You've been having trouble sleeping. Nightmares haunt you every time you close your eyes, and Wednesday offers a solution in the form of comfort only she is capable of.

Warnings: Soft!Wednesday. Possessive!Wednesday. Intimate. Wednesday ran out of patience. Emotionally charged confessions. Kissing. Lots and lots of kissing.

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Note: I said wednesday is soft for her girl and I will take no arguments about it. The act of kissing in this fic is peak wlw. I'm sleeping on the highway tonight and taking you all with me.

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Nighttime could be hellish.

It was probably why Wednesday adored it so much.

You loved it too. There was something divine about the nighttime. People feared the dark, but you saw it as an opportunity to rest your weary eyes and bones. The night gave way to being invisible, and there were some days when that was all you could bear to be.

But to Wednesday Addams, who loved the dark, you could never be invisible to her.

It was a blessing and a curse.

To be seen by Wednesday—it was something more than many people could ever hope for.

But to be seen when you wanted to be invisible? It was like being dragged without anything to hold onto.

Nighttime was hellish, and you wanted to disappear into the dark as your nightmares plagued you until you couldn't even tell what was the dream and what was the reality.

But Wednesday Addams saw you.

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You've missed Enid's late-night studying session again. It's the second week in a row that Enid's gotten a text from you two minutes before the session started.

"I guess we can start," Enid told the group with a disappointed smile. "She's not coming today either."

"Fuck," Xavier sighed. "She's the only one who's good at art restoration. I was hoping she'd help me with my assignment."

Wednesday's face scrunched together mildly, and Xavier rolled his eyes. "Except for you, Wednesday. But you hate teaching me and I hate learning from you."

"I can't help it if you're stupid," Wednesday dully replied.

"Not all of us can do it perfectly after being told what to do—told only once might I add," Xavier raised his brow at her.

Wednesday shrugged, which only seemed to irk Xavier more and to prevent them from bickering further, Yoko turned to Enid and asked, "Why isn't she coming?"

Enid shrugged, her lips quirked to the side as they pressed together. "She texted to say she wasn't feeling well and couldn't make it."

"She does seem tired lately," Bianca commented, her expression in deep thought as she recalled the last two weeks when she saw you. "Also, really quiet. Well, quieter than she normally is."

There were murmurs of agreement around while Wednesday sat silently. Of course, she also noticed, but she was waiting for you to say something to her. You always told her whatever was plaguing you, even when Wednesday told you she didn't ask. Wednesday was used to hearing your mundane thoughts or solving your problems.

But there was nothing this time, and Wednesday couldn't figure it out. She tried to think back to see if anything had changed—if something had happened, but there was nothing.

Two weeks of leaving you be was enough, though, Wednesday decided as she packed her things into her bag.

"What! Wednesday, are you leaving too?" Enid groaned. "But I need help with botanical sciences!"

"Ask Bianca," Wednesday didn't even look up.

Enid looked at the siren, who had a deceitful, happy smile.

"I'd be happy to help you, Sinclair. Let's talk The Poe Cup negotiations first."

"Absolutely not!" Enid scoffed before turning back to Wednesday with pleading eyes. "Wednesday..." she whined.

"Ask Xavier," Wednesday didn't budge.

"But all he does is draw in class. There's no way he's doing well."

"I'll have you know I'm getting a C," Xavier looked affronted.

Enid merely stared at the sullen boy for a long moment before she turned back to Wednesday. "I'll just wait for you tomorrow after school."

Xavier was about to say something else when Wednesday briskly nodded, standing up and leaving the group behind without another word.

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It was completely silent on the other side of your door, and from its looks, it was dark as no lights were shining underneath it.

Wednesday knocked in three successions.

There was no answer.

If it were anyone else, they would've believed you weren't there and left, but not Wednesday.

No, she knew you far too well.

This was a place where you could truly be invisible with no roommate.

Wednesday knocked insistently until she heard shuffling, an agitated huff, and footsteps approaching the door.

The door only opened marginally. You looked mildly surprised to see her, but Wednesday supposed you had too little energy to manage anything more.

There were dark circles under your eyes, and they looked puffy and slightly red around the edges from lack of sleep. Your skin was pallor, which suited someone like Wednesday, but she decided it was not on you. Your hair lacked its usual shine, and Wednesday's eyes narrowed as she finished scrutinizing you.

"What are you doing here?" You asked quietly.

"Are you going to just let me stand out here?"

"I'm not in the mood for company, Wednesday," you blinked slowly.

It was new.

You were usually happy for Wednesday's company whenever she stopped by, and you often visited her dorm.

"I have had enough of this," Wednesday glared at you through the gap in the door. "You will let me in."

"And if I don't?" You challenged back, and Wednesday almost wanted to applaud the snippy attitude you've mustered through the tiredness.

"Then I will wait out here and ensure you don't get a. Single. Wink. Of. Sleep." It was a threat that tugged at your nerves. You looked at Wednesday, and for a brief moment, she thought she won before you shut the door in her face.

Disbelief clouded over Wednesday's eyes.

Then, Wednesday began to knock incessantly over and over on your door. Her knuckles knock with a vengeance, and she'll be damned if you think she doesn't take absolute joy in torturing you.

It worked because you open the door wider this time, as you stare at Wednesday with a glare.

"What part of 'I'm not in the mood for company' was unclear, Wednesday?" Your voice was gruff, and Wednesday could tell that you were still trying to not snap at her despite how tired you were.

And that in itself was everything. It was like that all the time.

You were always trying to be considerate of whatever feelings you thought Wednesday might have while gently pushing her to admit which ones she was truly feeling.

Maybe that was why Wednesday could never leave you alone now.

You were a gateway to things Wednesday never wanted, and she genuinely thought you should pay for making her desire things she swore she'd never want.

"Say you don't want my company then," Wednesday said haughtily.

Wednesday knew you wouldn't—couldn't, even. You never would.

Just as you were her exception, she was yours.

You pursed your lip at her, starting to close the door swiftly, and Wednesday stuck her foot partially into your room, preventing you from shutting the door in her face again.

"Wednesday!" You called her name, concerned you might've hurt her when the door hit her foot, but the macabre girl used the opportunity to press her palm flat against your door and pushed it wide open.

She took a step forward menacingly, forcing you to take a step back. She took another step, and you took another one back. When she was inside your room fully, she used the back of her heel to shut your door.

The resounding click of it made you swallow.

"Wednesday," you clenched your jaw, fighting against something you weren't even really sure why. But you were terrified—of her, you don't think, but rather what she was capable of doing to your heart.

"I have been patient," Wednesday's voice is quiet, but her tone is sharp, expressing every bit of her lost tolerance. "I have waited for you silently."

Wednesday kept walking towards you, backing you up until your back bumped into your desk. She looked positively irritated. "I have even refrained from saying a single unkind thing despite them running through my mind at the sight of you moping at whatever has been keeping you up at night."

"How did you know—"

"Do you take me for an idiot?" Wednesday's eyes flashed dangerously at your insinuation. You shook your head.

"Then you must take me for a fool with endless patience," Wednesday glared at you. "I don't take kindly to the kind of games you're playing."

"I'm not playing anything—"

Wednesday cut you off again. "Then explain concisely what has been keeping you up and why you've been keeping it to yourself."

Silence filled the room as you didn't speak, but Wednesday had already waited this long. She could wait a little more.

Wednesday watched how you gripped the edge of your desk, your finger tapping underneath in rapid succession before you closed your arms over her chest.

The stance was defensive, but you looked more reluctant than wary.

"I'm having nightmares about you."

The admittance stunned Wednesday, and she didn't know how to take it. Initially, it felt like a compliment because nightmares were so fascinating and exhilarating to experience, and Wednesday hoped to have nightmares every night she slept based on that logic.

But you were not her.

Nightmares, illogically, were typically not desirable.

"Wednesday, I—" You swallowed. "I have feelings for you. You're the best and worst part of my days because I actually feel clinically insane everytime I see you, spend time with you and then have to face the fact that you're not mine and I'm not yours."

Wednesday's jaw clenched, and it was noticeable. She wanted to open her mouth and demand how you could feel the exact same way she did, but she kept her mouth shut, waiting for you to continue on.

"And I have nightmares about losing you," you confessed. "I have nightmares about losing you to Tyler or another deranged supernatural being. I have nightmares about losing you to Xavier or Enid or somebody like Tyler, minus the whole mass genocide. I have nightmares about losing you in every single imaginable way, only to wake up and realize you're not mine, and you can't lose what you don't have."

"I can't tell if the nightmare is when I'm asleep or when I'm awake." You put your hands to your face, laughing hollowly. Tears well up in the back of your eyes, burning as they were so dry from lack of sleep. "I think I'm going crazy."

Wednesday wanted to tell you that going crazy was supposed to be wonderful. But she, herself, has been experiencing the whirlwind of elation and torment you put her through and believed that going crazy wasn't as wonderful as she thought.

But Wednesday decided then and there that there was no way up from crazy. And while it's unfortunate that she's not the brand of crazy like Uncle Fester, she's been driven mad nonetheless. It's the only thing that could explain all of this and everything that's about to come.

Wednesday grabbed your wrist, moving your hand away from her face. No visions plague her, and all she knows is that this meant her decision wouldn't end in misfortune and it wouldn't drive her down a lonely path.

"Enid's not expecting me back tonight," Wednesday told you as she dragged you over to your bed. Her succinct tone leaves no room for you to ask any questions.

"Um, okay?" You said anyway, thrown off by her response and feeling exhaustion saw at your bones, dragging the invisible knife back and forth.

Wednesday guided you to get into bed, and you complied. Resignation settled over you as you rested your head on your pillow. It was cold again with you being away from it, but it brought no comfort.

You lay facing the wall, about to pull the blanket up to your chin, when you heard something drop against the floor. You turned your head and saw that Wednesday had set her backpack down, and now she was zipping off her sweater, hanging it on the pole of your bed frame, leaving her in her black long-sleeve.

Wednesday took her shoes off before using every bit of her vulnerability to steadily and carefully climb into bed with you. It was dark, with only a little light from the moonlight shining just barely into the room, and you could make out the barest hint of her features and knew she was staring intently at you, trying to ascertain if this was a boundary both of you could bear to cross.

Her touch was slow and hesitant, revealing this was something she's never done before, but the moment you were in her arms, you clicked into place like a puzzle piece.

Wednesday was cool against your body, but she was warming from your touch and shared heat trapped under the blanket. She smelt like rain and dry leaves, and you felt like you were going insane. You buried your face into her neck.

Wednesday wrapped her arms around you, holding you close, allowing the things she's been desiring for a while to come to fruition. She couldn't tell if this was making her saner or driving her closer to insanity.

It was deliriously pleasant.

"Who said you're not mine?" Wednesday muttered into the shell of your ear.

It's suddenly not enough, and Wednesday now knew the answer was that it was driving her closer to insanity.

Wednesday pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes that were so tired just moments ago. The dark circles remained, but you were wide awake, speckles of oblivion in your eyes.

Despite how everything else changed as you became sleep deprived, your lips still remained full and soft.

Wednesday moved to close the gap, sighing softly as her lips slanted against yours.

How could she feel like jagged glass, splintered and sharp, while you felt so soft, practically melting around her serrated edges?

Wednesday only pulled back marginally, cupping your jaw and the back of your neck. "Who told you that you don't already have me? I want names."

You couldn't even think straight with how her breath felt on your lips. You pushed forward again, pressing your lips against Wednesday's insistently.

Was it possible for reality to be better than a dream?

Your lips slotted over Wednesday's over and over and over. Wednesday tugged at your bottom lip, smoothing over it with her tongue before it dipped at the edge of your mouth where your tongue met hers.

It was dizzying, something that frequently happened to Wednesday when it was too warm. She usually hated the sensation of it, but, of course, as many things were exceptions when it came to you, this was one of them too.

"Your nightmares are inane."

You couldn't help but laugh against Wednesday's lip.

"I think I am actually insane," you grinned, and you saw a ghost of something similar on Wednesday's lips.

"Sleep," Wednesday ordered you, kissing you chastely initially but ending up biting your bottom lip tenderly. Her hands pull you closer, her lips resting on your forehead. "I'm here, so nothing will plague you."

The softness of Wednesday is unimaginable, and you're nearly skeptical.

"But—"

"No." Wednesday countered bluntly. "I'm telling you that I'm here and yours. You may come to regret it, knowing how...difficult I am. But you're stuck with me. Congratulations," Wednesday tilts her head slightly, brushing against yours, "or condolences."

But you could hear Wednesday's heartbeat, and it was dark, and you were so tired, but you were close enough to hear Wednesday's heartbeat.

Your lips tingle from Wednesday's kisses. You felt your eyelids grow heavy along with your body, and the way Wednesday shifted told you she was satisfied.

Nighttime could be hellish, but Wednesday Addams saw you—she always would. And all she had to do was put her lips over your nightmares.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams x ofc #wednesday x ofc #wednesday addams #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega imagine #mm: my fics

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wiltkingart · 4 months

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my blog is full of landmines because sure you might find yourself here thanks to [popular, well-liked, if not outdated media] but these halls are plagued by books you have never even heard of, that if you decide to follow their siren call will turn you certifiably insane for a full month and then haunt you for the rest of your life. guaranteed

#you like stories? boy have i got some for you

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haunted-headset · 4 months

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📱 Going Postal At The Party 📱

summary: Wilbur thinks you're cheating on him at a party. Turns out he was very wrong.

a/n: this was based off of either a Chris or Matt Sturniolo fic that I read that I can't remember the name of, if any of you know what this fic is, plz lemme know!

contains: cursing, angst with a happy ending, flirting, crying, texts, use of Y/N, pet names, jealousy, Wilbur's a bit of a dick, mentions of bad exes & thought of cheating (let me know if i missed anything!!

tags: @zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@justalittlebitofchaos@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot(let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged!!)

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You had dragged Wilbur to a house party your friend invited you to. You could tell he didn't want to, mainly due to the fact that his mind would be plagued by the idea of other people hitting on you or trying to get with you. It also didn't help that you looked drop-dead gorgeous; you had a white button-up shirt tucked into short, tight denim shorts with a black tie & fishnets; truly a sight for sore eyes.

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks, okay?" you said to Wilbur, who had his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Alright, love. Be careful. & come back quickly," he told you, kissing your forehead. You smiled & left for the bar. You told the bartender the drinks you wanted & you sat on one of the sticky stools, waiting for your drinks to be prepared.

"Oh my god, Y/N!" a cheerful voice said from behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see Claude, an old coworker back when you used to work at the coffee shop across the street from your shared apartment with Wilbur. "It's been forever, girl!"

"Claudy!" you said happily, giving him a hug. "It's been ages! How's life been?"

"I got engaged!" he said, showing you the ring on his finger. You gasped & clapped happily, holding his hand to examine the ring. "He's such a good guy. His name's James, 6'4, plays the drums, & he loves cats & rain."

"Sounds like a Wattpad dream man," you teased. He playfully swatted your arm with a laugh.

"How's your relationship with Wilbur been?" he asked. "Last time I remember, you were head over heels for him, right?"

"He's the best," you said dreamily. "He's such a gentleman, & he's so good to me."

"That's good!" he said, his hand now resting on your arm. "I'm so happy for you, Y/N. You deserve him. & this is a reward for having to put up with shitty exes."

"Oh my God, you're so right," you said, resting your hand on his arm, too. "Remember Jared?"

"Oh. My. Days," he sighed. "Such a dickhead. Girl, I have no idea how you survived being in a relationship with him. Give me some of your patience right now."

You laughed & were about to say something when you felt your phone buzz. "It's probably from Wil," you told Claude. You opened up the text.

Your heart started to beat out of your chest. Did he actually think you were cheating on him?

"You okay?" Claude asked. You didn't respond.

Claude had seen the texts & let you leave without a word. You walked outside & it was pouring rain, which meant you had to stand in the rain for at least five minutes until your ride came. Great.

When the Uber finally arrived, you were shivering & dripping with rainwater & the smell of petrichor hung on your skin, & you got into the car as you tried your hardest not to cry.

"How's your night been?" the Uber driver asked.

"It's been alright!" you lied, putting on a fake happy tone. "How about you?"

"Eh, not too bad," she said. "My girlfriend didn't want me to take any drives tonight because of how rainy it is." She laughed slightly. "She's always so worried for me." You laughed in return & you two didn't say anything for the rest of the night.

When she pulled up to the house, she politely bid you adieu & made sure you got to the door before driving off. You opened the door to the apartment & looked around. He wasn't in the kitchen or in the living room. Maybe he hadn't gotten home yet. You took off your shoes & left your bag on the kitchen counter as you trudged upstairs.

"Darling!" Wilbur sprang up from the bed when you entered the bedroom. He immediately dropped to his knees & kissed the backs of your hands, the palms, the knuckles, & the wrists while telling you how wildly sorry he was.

"What's on the bed?" you asked, looking over at the bed, covered in objects.

"Your favorites," he told you, standing up. "Snacks, candy, drinks, & your favorite flavor of ice cream. I also got you those new slippers you had wanted the other day when we were at Target, a blanket, & a few stuffed animals, too. There's a cat, a Pompompurin,--I'm pretty sure he's your favorite Sanrio character, but, if I was wrong, I got you a Keroppi plush, too, & a My Melody one--& a green dinosaur that looks like Dino from that one game you like...what was it called? Oh, yeah, Like A Dino. I also restocked your skincare stuff & your hair stuff, since you told me you were running out."

Without even realizing it, you started crying. You brought a hand up to your mouth to hide the expression you were making when you cried.

"Did I do something wrong, baby?" asked Wilbur, kissing your hairline & your forehead repeatedly. "Why're you crying?"

"I-I just--I got so mad at you over text & you still got all of this for me," you hiccupped.

"You had every right to be mad at me, my moon," he whispered, removing your hand away from your mouth to press a light kiss to your lips. "I was a bitch & I was being so rude to you, & you didn't deserve that." Without warning, he picked you up bridal-style, causing you to yelp & immediately wrap your arms around his neck.

"C'mon, sweet baby. Pick a movie & let's go cuddle."

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luimagines · 8 months

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The idea of a Siren-like Reader going apeshit has plagued my thoughts for weeks and I need to tell someone about it before I lose what few marbles God granted me at the day of my birth.

And if you ignore this for literally any reason, I wouldn’t ever hold it against you. Your blog, you get the final say over what you do and don’t interact with.

This does get a little violent with mentions of blood, loss of limbs, and life threatening injuries to one of the boys.

This got super long so, subsequently, I am SUPER sorry.

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The Chain had always been rowdy, loud, and rough with each other, it’s honestly a norm at this point when they aren’t exhausted from traveling and fighting.

However, their newest member was always quiet. Not in the sense that they didn’t speak much, but that they never spoke at all. The chain has heard them grunt in battle when dealing out heavy hits, but that is as far as it has ever gone.

At first, it put a majority off the group in a sense of suspicion. Their newest member isn’t a hero, won’t speak, and give no name to call them by? They assumed the new member, whom they’ve taken to refer to as Hush, must’ve been up to something.

Their suspicions changed once the chain noticed a pattern their companion frequently takes: protecting the Sailor above all else. Ever since Wind warmed up to them and started to tell them stories of his travels and his crew, they’ve been saving his butt left and right. From having his back in a fight to standing between him and Time when the kid got into trouble, Hush was there to protect him.

It was sweet, as if they viewed him as a younger brother.

It wasn’t long until they blended into the group. They’d smile at jokes and insults they’d find funny made by Legend, they’d help Wild with gathering any natural ingredients, and they’d roll their eyes at Warrior’s dramatics over his nightly routines.

They we apart of the family.

The chain would be lying if some of them weren’t disappointed that their newest companion still wouldn’t speak. Wind especially hoped he of any of them at least would get a word from them, but not a peep was spoken.

Nonetheless, they refused to press Hush any further than they had. The most of an answer they’ve given was a short sentence written in the dirt. It read, “I chose not to speak for the safety of myself and others.” Any asks for clarification were dismissed by them with a mere shake of their head. The chain only then understood that any further information about Hush would mostly likely never be answered.

Then, during their travels, Wind was struck by Yiga clan member.

It was supposed to be a short walk to the nearest stable in Wild’s Hyrule, passing by Lake Hylia. They relaxed for merely a heartbeat before the Yiga had snuck up and slit the Sailor’s torso with his sickle. He was the one of the smaller members, they probably thought he’d go down quicker.

The chain was instantly surrounded and they circled up, Wind in the center being slowly healed by Hyrule with Epona nervously standing in the middle beside them.

Hush didn’t move a muscle, stood next to Hyrule and staring down at the pained boy’s face, until they took a slow, shaky breath.

And spoke.

“Cover your ears.”

Time didn’t even turn from his place in the protective circle they’ve taken around Wind, “What?” Whether he was asking for clarification or was just shocked by Hush’s voice, he’ll keep to himself.

Hush’s grip on their three pronged spear, a weapon they’ve faithfully used ever since they stumbled into the group from their portal, turns white and as they walk out of the circle.

“I will only repeat myself once, protect your ears unless you wish for the last thing you hear to be the sound of death.”

The sound of their voice stuns the whole group for a moment, a few briefly turning to Time.

Time wants to order them to return to the formation, but takes a deep breath and nods. “Boys, do as Hush says. Now.”

It takes only a moment of hesitation from the group before they tightly press their hands against their ears. Wind has to bury one side of his head into Hyrule’s body so he can keep one arm over his injured body.

Hush takes another breath, hauntingly calm and collected. Their next breath is deep, so deep they pull their shoulders back before letting out a scream— a shriek so loud the dirt below them shakes. The force alone from the first scream causes many Yiga members to fall backwards, like a physical force shoving them onto the ground.

Scales bleed up from their hands from under their gloves and up their arms, but no one could get a good look before Hush leaps to the nearest Yiga and plunges their spear into his chest.

From Yoga clan member to the next, pure rage surges them forward. Blood soaks through cloth over the ears of any Yiga who stood too close to Hush, many now covering their ears in agony as Hush’s vocal attacks leave their eardrums shattered.

It wasn’t long until there was only one clan member left, crawling to the water as if it’d carry him to safety, away from the monster that tore his entire team to shreds like mere fabric.

Time can barely breathe at the sight of the carnage before him, limbs torn harshly from shoulders and blood pooling under Hush’s feet, causing ripples as they step towards the final Yiga clan member.

Many of the chain would look back at this moment afterwards and wonder if Hush had intended to leave that member for last, the one who nearly killed Wind. Many are too terrified to even ask.

When Hush finally reached the Yiga, they grab him by the top of his skull, digging their fingers in tightly to his scalp. They turn to the chain with blood splattered across their face and dripping down their forehead. Their shoulders freeze at the look of horror across their party’s faces, but turn back and walk knee deep into the lake. Hush then forces the man’s head under the water and holds him there. The Yiga man struggles, but his injuries left him weak and out of energy.

Only when he stops moving does Hush let go of him and let the waves carry him off into the lake, sinking into the darkness.

Most of the chain drop their hands from the shock. The silence that lays over the land in this moment is a terrifying contrast to the loud screams and cries they barely heard under their hands on their ears.

“Holy shit.”

The sound of Wind’s voice make everyone turn to the young boy, his face stunned and, dare one say, in awe of Hush’s massacre.

“You’re a Siren! I knew it— ow, goddess that hurts, still hurts, ow ow ow.”

Hyrule snaps back to the present gets back to work healing most of the injury before wrapping Wind’s torso in bandages.

Time’s eyes, however, never leave Hush’s body as they wash the blood off of their hands and face. A siren, Wind mention? From fairy tales? Impossible! Even staring at the scales on their skin, some even revealing themselves as the water splashes against their body, he can’t believe it.

Hush stands back up and returns to the group, giving a small, nervous smile, and they bend to a gentle bow in greeting with one scaled hand over their heart. The few of the chain close enough could see small scales dotted across their cheeks that they are 100% sure weren’t there before.

“Not how I wanted to tell you all, but I suppose the goddesses were impatient. My name is (Y/n), and I am a descendent of a minor subspecies race of the Zora. You most likely are familiar with us as, yes, Sirens.”

The group is silent, save for Wind’s gloating. Wild sits down, absorbing the information presented to them, and a few others join him.

Time, however, stands tall and places a hand on Hush’s shoulder. Once they look up at him, they see his firm, stern expression. “Don’t you ever pull something as stupid as rushing into a hoard of armed enemies again, you understand me? You did something reckless today, something that could’ve gotten you killed. I expected better from you.”

Hush tenses up, but stands grounded under his gaze. What no one could have expected was for Time to move his hand on their shoulder to their head, and teasingly ruffle their hair.

“Nice to officially meet you, (Y/n), now let’s recuperate and get moving again before we lose any more daylight.”

The chain all groan, but follow the Old Man’s orders. Twilight picks up Wind and helps him up onto Epona so he won’t reopen his wounds before they reach the stable. (Y/n) quickly rushes over to them to check on the Sailor, a worried look deep across their face.

Are some of the questions the chain had now answered? Yes.

Are there now even more? Oh goddesses, it’ll be a long night when Hush— (Y/n) answers them. Why did they choose to not speak? Are there other Sirens where (Y/n) is from? Is it technically cannibalism if they eat fish?!

But, they all save their questions for when that night comes, for now, they still have to reach their destination.

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Tada ! \(•v•)/

Oh snap- this was awesome! o.o

Thank you so much for sharing!!

Poor Wind though- but then again, if anyone was going to get Hush to speak up it would have been if someone hurt the boy. It's cute that the siren sticks close to the sailor. Very fitting. XD

But now I wanna know more about how sirens fit in with Zora society or if there was reason they have to be hidden compared to everyone else and *hiding* the scales?!? How'd they do that?!

I wanna know more about this universe!

#pinky replies #anon stories #tw blood #cw: gore

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son1c · 11 months

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I'm new-ish to your blog. Haven't done much digging around. I only knew of your falling stars au so I'm really interested to learn about your other ones!

Could you give a quick rundown of each or tell us the tags for them for people to see them? /nf

#falling stars au: sonic attempts to catch shadow after they defeat the final hazard together at the end of sa2. because of this, the two of them fall to earth together. they both lose their memories and sonic, being a regular mobian and not some science experiment freak with alien bones, breaks his leg. the story is about the past, the present, and finding your identity, but mostly it's just about wacky adventures.

#sol sonic: sonic and blaze roleswap. sonic is the (reluctant) fire prince of the sol dimension and blaze is the speedy hero of mobius.

prime shadows (#prism, #bermuda, #halcyon): fun what-if about shadow getting spliced by the paradox prism.

new yoke shadow is called prism, and he's very young, because he was made by nine after the fox stole the (abandoned) plans for him from the chaos council.

no place shadow is called bermuda, he's a siren created by gerald, but instead of space, the ark was basically atlantis, and bermuda has a horrible grudge against all surface dwellers for raiding his home and killing maria (who was a mermaid).

boscage maze shadow is called halcyon, and he was made by gerald as a solution to the megafauna problem that's plaguing the earth and making it uninhabitable for humanity, and intends to keep his promise to maria and restore the earth regardless of thorn rose's opposition.

#project nova dlc: what if eggman experimented on sonic after he got captured in sonic forces? what if he got fused with one of the chaos emeralds and was a little bit evil about it? what if infinite slowly realized his quest for unlimited power was futile, and the pain will persist so long as he continues to chase after it and forsaking what's really important, the memory of his deceased squad? what if he had a character arc???

#anonymous #sonic doom is mostly on my old blog. i need to revisit it sometime bc i never #was quite satisfied with the designs i came up with #and my vampire/monster au doesn't have a plot it's just funny ''what if sonic was a vampire'' and ''what if everyone else (except shadow)#was a halloween monster?''

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surplus-of-sarcasm · 1 year

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Short Prompt #7

TW: Blood, destruction, injury, screaming mentions, fire, fear and begging (it's asking for help, not the very degrading kind, dw)

To call the city a ruin would be an understatement.

Entire buildings collapse, littering the streets with chunks of glass, bricks and debris. Black tendrils of smoke snake up from the burning asphalt, shrouding the baby blue of what was once a peaceful, sunny sky with a thick blanket of dark smog. Merciless, bright orange flames lick shamelessly at whatever victims they can prey on, be that a car, the street or worst of all, a human being, and the sheer heat of it leaves Hero sweltering even with the supposedly light material of their suit. Nothing but the wails of sirens and desperate screams of anguish can be heard, piercing the hero's eardrums violently enough to threaten a headache.

Even with all that, there is still something one would crown as the worst of what was happening to the crime-fighter's home; the streets start to run the deep, unmistakable crimson of blood, corpses well past the degree of identifiable scattered everywhere. It sends a shiver up Hero's spine because while destruction was no stranger to them, they hadn't seen it to such vicious degrees before.

Through all of it, a set of soft whimpers and ragged breaths catch the crime-stopper's attention, the sound not quite far from where they are. They walk towards the source, wiping the tears from their irritated eyes blurring their vision, glass crunching underneath their boots.

Huddled up against the wall of what remains of an alley, is the shivering, injured form of Villain. Their breaths come out sharp and uneven, blood marring their features, burns and bruises in sickly shades of brown and purple lining their body. Their suit is left no more than a dirty mess of fabric, more rips and shreds than an actual costume. Hero winces at the bits of glass wedged into some open cuts.

At least some of this had to be intentional.

"Hero, please. H-help me. D-don't arrest me, please," the criminal rasps out, eyes wide and glistening with tears threatening to spill.

This is a version of Villain Hero had never thought they'd see. Their enemy, cold and calculated, had always held their dignity in the highest regard. They left no room for displays of vulnerability and fought tooth-and-nail no matter what.

Yet here they are, on the verge of tears, begging the hero to save them. It almost pains them to see the villain this way.

They oblige, scooping them up gingerly against their chest. Had they always been this light?

"Please don't arrest me, don't take me to the agency. I didn't. . .didn't start this," they sob into the crook of their enemy's neck, saying the word 'agency' like it was hell. And suddenly, the hero was hit with the inclination to know why that was.

"I know," they answer softly. The villain, no matter how intelligent or scheming, did not possess the resources to lay siege to their city like that. It didn't seem like something they would do anyway.

They run their fingers through their nemesis's hair soothingly, trying to get them to relax even slightly. "I'm taking you home, okay?"

They feel them nod fervently against their neck.

Hero doesn't quite understand the exact mechanics of why they wish to know who had been responsible for turning Villain into a terrified mess of emotions clinging to their form, why they want to tend to their wounds back home, or why they seriously want to know why the villain tried to avoid the agency like it was the plague.

All they do know, is that they want all this like a visceral urge clawing at their heartstrings with sympathy and another emotion they couldn't discern for their nemesis.

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afoolandathief · 1 year

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✨Mythology & Folklore Retelling Writeblrs Masterpost ✨

So remember a couple months ago when I put out a survey to make a list of writeblrs with myth-retelling/myth-inspired WIPs? Well, I finally put all your responses together!

Below you can find blogs with projects or published works weaving in mythology or folklore, whether it's a retelling or inspired by it. Keep in mind, except for some formatting, I copied these entries directly from the survey.

If anyone does still want to add their WIPs, I'll leave the survey up for now:

Mythology and Folklore Writeblrs and Their WIPs:

@flowerprose

WIP(s): Namesake, a Hades and Persephone myth retelling in which Hades is a skeleton, stripped of his godhood and powers, and Persephone is a young flower maiden, in search of her missing mother. WIP intro, Writing tag

Mythology(ies): Greek Mythology

@violetcancerian

WIP(s): The Dragon and the Herald, Tales of Tirinth, A Song of Three Hundred Spears

Mythology(ies): Arthurian, Irish, Norse, old English

@writeblrfantasy

WIP(s): Queen Artura and the Knights of Arrinshire, a series of stories inspired by the King Arthur tales! I don’t post about it that much, though

Mythology(ies): The King Arthur tales

@lockejhaven

WIP(s): Fable: Servant to Dragon and King

Mythology(ies): Arthurian retelling

@ambiguouspuzuma

WIP(s): I did a three part retelling of the Furies and various Ancient Greek heroes here:

Deianira’s Fury

Ariadne’s Fury

Andromeda’s Fury

I also post regular short stories dipping into other mythology and folklore, featuring golems and sirens and others, including this mash-up of various figures from British mythology: Pantheon

Mythology(ies): Various, mostly Greek

@fearofahumanplanet

WIP(s): The Serpents They Stone - In an alternate version of our world where gods lived alongside humankind and brought them to a new level of technological prosperity, the dreaded World Serpent Jörmungandr reveals herself to have survived Ragnarok while rescuing her villainous old flame, the Phantom Queen Badb. Quickly finding herself pursued by the entire world for the prophecy that promises she will end the world, Jörmungandr dedicates herself to saving Badb from the "Black Pharaoh" that enslaves her - even as Badb is forcibly driven to remain sinister and create chaos.

Miasma - Based on the Anglo-Norman invasion of Ireland & the later Black Death, the island of Ériu is besieged by the foreign Anglii and their High King is killed. His daughter, Hail, dies with him, but she is resurrected by the serpent goddess Corchen with one objective - to kill King Godric across the ocean, no matter the cost. Her mission soon intertwines with that of a mysterious plague doctor's, who seeks to stop an oncoming plague - one that could spell the end of all life.

Mythology(ies): All, but predominantly Norse, Egyptian, Aztec, Celtic (mostly Welsh/Irish), Greek, Japanese, Chinese, Greek, Sumerian, Mayan, Slavic, Hawaiian, Christian, etc.

@nikkywrites

WIP(s): Maidens and Monsters: sapphic retelling of Scylla’s monsterization, in which she is so beautiful, the ocean (and it’s patrons) cannot help but be drawn to her and too much divine attention in one place always leads to ruin.

Light and What Lies Below: In-between of Maidens and Monsters and OH, in which Calypso makes a deal with Hades, creating Davy Jones’ locker before the sailor is even born.

Ocean’s Heart: Dual POV retelling merging Ogygia Calypso with Davy Jones Calypso, in which when he binds her to a mortal body, he binds her to the island as well.

Her Name is Kore: Persephone/Hades retelling in which Kore knows, even as an unannounced goddess, that she is destined to be something more than just Demeter’s daughter.

Mythology(ies): Greek

@abookishdreamer

WIP(s): Kingdom of Ichor (A YA fantasy series) A modern retelling of classic Greek myths with the gods and goddesses being a focal point. Each book in the series will be told in dual POV following a potential couple. I don't know how long I want the series to be, but I do know it's gonna be pretty expansive! The first book is titled Of Flowers and Darkness, which will be a retelling of the myth of Hades & Persephone.

Mythology(ies): Mainly Greek mythology!!!

@galaxialdarktale

WIP(s): A Prophecy Most Divine (only one on my blog atm)

Mythology(ies): It's a made up mythology set, but I've been obsessed with myths since I was like able to read. I have another one that's not yet on my blog that is a retelling of Norse

@wherearetheplants

WIP(s): Fuck Gods (also referred to as WIP MILF). Life has not been kind to those at Nueva Vida Institution, a residential facility for “deeply disturbed” individuals. The institution seems normal from the outside, but a group of friends on the inside think that there’s more to this place than meets the eyes: they think it’s a end-of-life sacrificial home for those the gods have chosen, and that their life-forces are being drained. They’ve decided that before the gods can get to them, they’re going to complete their life-long goals of getting closure. And to do this, they plan to kill some gods.

Mythology(ies): Greek myths are retold through the character arcs and through parallels. Achilles, Sisyphus, Medusa, Icarus, Pandora's Box

@ladywithalamp

WIP(s): (1) A Casting of Lots (2) Where the Blackbirds Roost [both are linked to my pinned post!]

Based on: Greek mythology for ACoL but I've toyed with hints of Slavic mythologies in WtBR though it isn't as fleshed out

@nicola-writes

WIP(s): the other ones, a horror story about a forest that steals your memories and the monsters waiting within.

Mythology(ies): icarus! contains heavy icarus symbolism, and the main character's arc is directly based on that of icarus'.

@stuck-in-this-mortal-form

WIP(s): Children Of The Prophecy aka a story about half demon children, loosely based on various mythologies and urban legends

Mythology(ies): Slavic, bit of Japanese urban legends & other stuff

@maguayans

WIP(s): Elementalia Chronicles: A fantasy series of five books—Maharlika, Charmed, Sunshower, Waves, and Hiwaga—featuring the lore and creatures of Philippine Mythology. Set in the fictitious province called San Andres, following the lives and misadventures of related characters, all while uncovering the secrets of their ancestors and the land. The expanding universe of the series is affectionately named, Elementaliaverse (@elementaliaverse).

Fair Waters: A novella set in Elementalieverse. | The story follows Elias Hernandez, a photojournalist, and aspiring news writer. He finds himself traveling to the northernmost province of the archipelago after discovering the mysterious case of one of its islands. Soon, he realizes the mystery he’s trying to unravel goes as deep as the ocean. And himself, a pawn to more malicious affairs.

Mariang Makiling: A retelling of the legend of Mariang Makiling. | A group hikes across the inland territories of Maquiling to visit its apparent hidden waters. Failing to reach their destination in time, they camp near a burial ground. There, they would discover something ancient and vile.

Mythology(ies): Philippine Mythology

@fanficwriterblockblog

WIP(s): Just Another Fairytale: 12 kingdoms with 12 “princesses”, facing sociopolitical and mythic problems, especially when their pantheon throws them a curveball. A series of 13 novels, each from a different “princess’s” point-of-view, with myth retellings and fairytale retellings

Mythology(ies): Arachne, Odysseus, etc (too tired to think of the others in there, but it’s not just Greek)

@constellationapex

WIP(s): Most Holy

Mythology(ies): As of this moment, I’m mostly tampering with Greek and Roman gods, but I want to expand to Norse folklore soon!

@literallylore

WIP(s): Glass Gods - a thousand years after Ragnarok, Norse deities are reborn on Earth and must fight to protect their world from an army of frost giants set on conquering the planet.

Mythology(ies): Norse

@fruitbatwoman

WIP(s): Tröll, Álfar, Hestar: 3 Magical Short Stories Inspired by Iceland — What if all the myths and legends surrounding Iceland are true? What if there is a troll under every bridge, elves hidden behind the veil, and wicked horses lurking in the water? In this adventurous, romantic, and magical collection of three short stories, fantasy collides with reality, as tourists and travelers experience a modern take on Icelandic folk tales.

Mythology(ies): Icelandic folk tales, Nordic folk tales, Trolls, Huldufólk, Nykur

#writing #writeblr #writblr #writers of tumblr #mythology #myths and legends #myth retelling #folklore #folklore retelling #scheduled

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aziraphales-library · 2 years

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Hello! Thank you for your wonderful blog! I know ‘mermay’ is almost over and you guys have /tons/ of request, but I was wondering if you have any mermaid/siren/sea or lake snake or monster sort of thing? It can be both of them or just one! I’ve found a few Naga Crowley ones but I’m struggling to find mermay fics. Again thank you so much for all you guys do!

Hello! We've recced some before here, here, here

Here's some more:

Cast the Stone and Create the Ripple by The_Bentley [E]

Crowley stared at him, yellow eyes narrowing. “You’ll have to excuse me for not trusting you. Never encountered your kind before. I suggest you get out of here because this much blood in the water is going to attract sharks.”

He twisted around, attempting once again to try to dive into the depths, but without his tail free that was proving impossible. He struggled even harder upon seeing his so-called rescuer pull a knife out of his belt.

“Not without you,” the land-dweller replied. “Hold still, please. These nets are meant to dig into skin the more one moves.”

“If you're going to kill me, please make it quick. Long, painful discorporations seem like a bad way to go.”

Prince Crowley is investigating the damage fishing vessels are doing to crops and homes in his father's underwater kingdom. Prince Aziraphale is supposed to be learning to become a scribe. Their worlds are about to collide, putting Crowley's life in danger and revealing that the land-dwelling angels and ocean-dwelling merdemons just might not be that different after all.

An Encounter of the Amphibious Kind by ladydragona [E]

Abandoned in a cave in the middle of the jungle was the last thing Aziraphale expected when he agreed to go on this research trip, he also wasn't expecting the being he would find there or how attracted to them he would be.

Pretty in Pink and Bold as Brass [M] by Sodium_Azide [M]

Abandoned by his team, Professor Aziraphale Fell is stranded alone in a mysterious cave and likely doomed. Then he discovers that he's not alone at all.

Sea Change by TawnyOwl95 [E]

His Majesty’s frigate Heaven is on a mission to return the Heart of the Sea and end the plague of monsters and bad weather that is destroying international trade routes and starving the empire to death.

Below decks, in Heaven’s brig, a captive merman and a convicted pirate are on missions of their own. Neither of which entirely align with that of Heaven.

The Length of Solitude Sound by Nadzieja [E]

Aziraphale has finally decided - he freed Crowley, the lonely merman from the London aquarium and vowed to bring him into the safety of the sea. So far he's managed to throw off the chase, but saying goodbye to Crowley on the last night before Aziraphale lets him go is just as difficult...

~Mod N

#merfolk #merperson crowley #sea snake crowley #monsters au #sea monster crowley #mod n #good omens au #adult omens

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your-fave-is-crippled · 10 months

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Hugo De Rune from A Plague Tale

has chronic pain!

image one: [id: a flag with 8 horizontal stripes ranging from top to bottom as red, light pink, light red, white, dark red, light pink, dusty red and medium red. in the middle of the image on top of the flag is hugo from a plague tale requiem looking to the side with a worried expression. :end id]

image two: [id: a banner with a blue to green gradient and water-filtering-light texture under a faintly transparent blue rectangular box. in the box is light blue text that reads "Blog is about disability, disabled characters and headcanons. may include occasional pd rep but otherwise do not derail. blocking where i see fir for my comfort, please remain respectful." on the top of the banner outside the blue box is more light blue text that reads "DNI if proship, terf, are a discourse blog and other basic dni stuff" in all caps. under the blue box at the bottom of the banner is more light blue text that reads "cripplepunk is for the physically disabled only" in all caps. on either side of the banner is an image of ryn from the show siren staring off to the side. :end id]

#your fave is physically disabled #your fave is #your fave blog #hugo de rune #a plague tale #a plague tale requiem #a plague tale hugo #hugo a plague tale #chronic pain #your fave has chronic pain

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fossilcookie · 1 year

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Well this is no longer a Cookie Run blog, but I’m gonna share some OCs I made with y’all

Name: Paza Ceaser

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/They

Bio: Paza is a collage student with big dreams of making it big, but at the moment she’s still a sophomore and is working a job in a local pizza joint as a delivery girl. They stay up all night studying for her classes and they have a long shift at work, her struggle to find a healthy balance between the two greatest stresses in her life has caused her to suffer from major sleep deprivation and what little free time she has is taken up by her sleeping at most 3 hours.

Name: Pastra Gromynov

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Bio: Pastra is a demon hunter who was part of an omniphobic church called “The Holy Spear Of Old Mother Witchira”, she was brainwashed by them to believe that all outside their worldview was possessed and controlled by feral imps spawned from the deepest pits of Hell itself to lead everyone astray from the holy light of the afterlife. But one encounter with a supposed Inncubus named Velvetarra taught her that the church was doing more harm than good, and her whole life was spent under the very control the scripture said the unenlightened enemies of the church were under, and that the only thing close to a mother she had was a manipulative groomer who had done it to many people before and would continue to do so to many others unless stopped. Since then she left the church, taking one of their Holy Water soaked, arm-mounted, silver-plated crossbows with her, and she leads a smear campaign against them, exposing them as the real demons plaguing the world.

Name: Sarbetto Charcarus

Age: ???(presumably 17/19)

Gender: Unknown

Pronouns: They/Them

Bio: No one quite knows Sarbetto’s story, all they know is that the form they usually take isn’t their true form, and they’re a shark-like merfolk when in contact with seawater, when in their human form, Sarbetto speaks in gurgles and bubbly sounds, perhaps they were cursed to be this way by a powerful siren, perhaps they made a wish to be like a land person on some cursed item. Whatever the case, Sarbetto seems to love the crew of the pirate ship they call home to like a family, who knows n, maybe one day they’ll be Captain Sarbetto.

Name: Sikeumhan Gwanhak

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Bio: Sikeumhan is an adventurous soul, always looking for excitement in his life, one day he heard of a great and terrible dragonis known as Gonglyan, and set out to find it, he traveled all across the world, finding nothing, but as he was about to give up, he found a mysterious cave, he descended into it and discovered a world unlike anything he’d seen, a lush jungle teeming with life thought long extinct, he named the hidden world Young-ui Gyegog, and adopted one of the smaller creatures from it.

This is not meant to be taken seriously, this is parodying the point in time when Devsis was announcing something NFT-related and people were genuinely taking Cookie Run characters and going “you made this, I made this” cause that was annoying, and since they announced another NFT thing earlier it's gonna come back and I'm still gonna hate it cause character theft isn't cool

#cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run kingdom #not a comic #kinda vent #tw: NFT mention #stop cookie run nfts #pizza cookie #pastry cookie #sorbet shark cookie #dino sour cookie

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incarnatesofmortis · 8 months

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Hiya! Welcome to Mortis!

My name is Briar, I use She/They but any/all is also chill, and I run this blog and made its characters. When/if I officially produce anything know that I am not the only person working on this project, I’m just the creative lead and the only one with a social media account.

What is Incarnates of Mortis?

IoM is a story focusing on a group of magical girl esque figures who protect the land of the dead from souls that have been corrupted. These figures are dubbed Incarnates by the public and believed to have been born from Mortis itself. Our protagonist, an Angel girl known as Merry Tolli, leads a faction of the incarnates who believe it is better to reason with corrupted souls and heal their suffering. She is rivaled by an Incarnate who has dubbed herself The Crypt Keeper of the River Styx, who leads a faction of Incarnates who believe the simpler solution is to fight the sinners in order to destroy the source of their suffering through force.

Who are the main characters?

Merry Tolli- An Angel with a heart of gold who is unwavering in her compassion. She earned her status as an incarnate by saving the life of a drowning boy as a child. She goes by the alias Odette the Swan when fighting as an Incarnate

Nalu Ikaika- A loyal and fun-loving Nymph who is childhood friends with Merry. She earned her incarnate status by saving a girl from a fire that burnt down her family cafe. She goes by the alias Lily Loch while interacting with other Incarnates.

Felix Chatmao- A chill and down to earth cat therianthrope who is friends with Merry. He earned his status as an Incarnate by saving the life of a lost child in the forest. He goes by the alias Acteon of Felis while an incarnate.

Styx- Styx, or Crypt Keeper of the River Styx by her full title, is the leader of a rival group of incarnates. She is cold and analytical. Her true identity is unknown. She seems to be blind, but seems to be able to predict attacks.

Plague Mascarade- A gunslinging and mouthy incarnate who seems to be a siren. He insists his reasoning for allying with Styx is just so he can shoot stuff, but it’s unclear if he’s telling the truth. He often leaves battles before their finished in a rush without explaining.

There are more, but I don’t want to spoil the fun ;))

Rules in case literally anyone cares about these characters and wants to draw them or something

1) Please credit me and link to my blog

2) Please no NSFW. Slightly suggestive is fine, but please no nudity.

3) Please don’t whitewash my characters. Please don’t make my bigger characters skinny.

4) U don’t have to but it’d be really super cool if you told me about it and where I can find you so I can gaze at your beautiful artwork and share it with the team.

For more specific information like some preemptive world building and more character details, there should be pages dedicated to those.

Thank you for reading and we hope you enjoy your stay in the land of the dead!

#Merry Tolli #Nalu Ikaika #Felix Chatmao #Welcome to Mortis #Welcome to my blog #Incarnates of Mortis #ocs

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writingamongther0ses · 2 years

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The Summer of Growing

(When you realize you never introduced your WIP from your old blog onto the new one)

Summary: It was a warm summer day when the siren child Princess Ria died and turned into a heartless butterfly. It was a warm summer day when she got restored to her natural form, now a young adult. It was all Charlie’s fault.

Damn that human and her red magic.

(Also known as a study on timelines, adjusting to regular life after being brought back, and how the ability to rewind time when you die really, really sucks.)

Tags: Mentions of death, mentions of rewinding time, unhealthy past relationships, working on healthy relationships, romance, friendship, family, codependency, magic, political drama, growth.

Status: Outlining

Demographic: YA/NA

The main players:

Princess Ria Nair is the princess of the monster race. She died when she was a child, killed by her human sister Dei, and ended up becoming the butterfly Sloane at the beginning of the story. She’s awkward and anxious and is plagued by guilt for the deaths and time manipulation she did. Her best friend is her new sister Charlie.

Charlie Nair is the adopted red magic human of the monster royal family and serves as a representative of them. She’s quiet but energetic and willing to help Ria with her new life, body, and age. Under the mask of cheer is a troubled female who has been through too many cycles to count, trapped in a cycle of love and misery with her ex/future SO Alec.

Alec Asher is the Judge of monsterkind, who judged the humans who fell down to see if they were the red magic that was needed to solve the labyrinth that was between the monster and the surface. He acts very lazy but is very smart and gives in easily to his wrath. He loves his family and his ex/future SO Charlie.

Dei was the red magic human that first fell after monsterkind was sealed underground, adopted by the royal family and Ria’s best friend. She appeared to be a friendly and sweet girl, but her anger at humanity had twisted her to the point where she attempted to use monsters to wipe out humanity. She was found out by Royal Advisor Raenae Asher and attempted escape into the labyrinth with Ria, quickly followed by Raenae. During the struggle, all three died. She now lurks in the back of Charlie’s mind, attempting to convince her to kill.

Da Asher is Alec’s brother and one of Charlie and Ria’s fondest friends. He serves as an helper to the local school’s art teacher, although served as part of the Royal Guard. While he acts cheerfully oblivious to the things going around him, he is smarter than he seems.

#wip intro #wip re-intro #writeblr #writeblr community #The Summer of Growing

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ruby-static · 1 year

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Just out of curiosity, which OCs do you have tons of lore on?

Ohhh man where do I even start-

First of all, I have an entire cast of ocs for my webcomic project @hellonearth-comic. I haven't been able to work on it nearly as much as I'd like since starting it, but I have so many OCs for it with so much lore buzzing around in my head I'm desperate to share-

The whole story is set in a world where the earth is plagued by demonic imps after an event called "The Spill of Hell" (or otherwise known as "The Hellpocalypse"), and 2 years later a 19 year old video game streamer named Milo reunites with their lost uncle who has been trapped in the demon world for most of their life. Their family has a long history in demon hunting, so they end up starting up a demon extermination business called "Demon B. Gone"!

Along the way they find a lot of things, like a scientist who they found hiding out in their car while the evil lab he worked for was being destroyed, Milo's friends who formed a rock band, demonic rebellion and espionage. The usual shit.

For more fandom-oriented OCs, I have a ton of lore bouncing around my head for my Ducktales OCs like Mira and Bolt. I have an ask blog for them called @science-and-sorcery-dt based around their story, but I haven't been able to update that much either. (Despite how much I love these OCs and their lore 😭) I'm on break from college, so I'm currently working on starting it up again!

Either way, I just love Mira, Bolt, and the fucked up "fairy tale" prophecy they have to put up with and I'd kill to make more art/story content about them!

Another that comes to mind is my Owl House dude, Raven Leucosia. I have a ton of lore for the dude, his life, his "people" (the village of Sirens his family led), and the forbidden "lost coven" that has been in his family for generations. I love this weirdo fish dude, and his story is so fun-

And there's a ton more! I don't nearly have enough time and motivation to make all the content I want, but all these characters I make plague my brain and I love them-

#kawaii-mango #Ask #Static screams into the void #I'm always dying for literally any asks about my OCs-#It always means a lot to me!!#I could talk forever about literally any of these characters.#This made me really happy/stoked to answer so thanks sm-

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wereh0gz · 2 years

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ALRIGHT EVERYBODY I'M SHIFTING INTO RAMBLING MODE

Get ready to learn about my ocs

Remember these guys?

Their world is called Eterna, and they're its designated guardian deities (well, Zephyr, Sage, and Siren are. The Little Traveler is something else entirely.) Zephyr is the Guardian of the Skies, he protects Eterna's atmotsphere and even has some control over the weather. Sage is the Guardian of the Earth, they protect the lands as well as the flora and fauna of Eterna, and are able to grow plants and control them. And finally, Siren is the Guardian of the Oceans, she protects- well- the oceans of Eterna, and can control its waters.

The Little Traveler is a strange creature. As their name suggests, they travel around the world. Why? Because it's fun! They love to see and learn new things! And they've been exploring for a long time and have found some curious things and encountered lots of different creatures!

Unfortunately, some of those creatures aren't very friendly. There's a lot of monsters, called Umbral Beasts (name and design are a work in progress,) ravaging the world. They are creatures born from darkness and hatred, whose only goal is to shroud Eterna in shadow for all eternity.

And they're succeeding.

Some places in Eterna have been plunged into darkness for a long, long time. An eternal darkness often called the Penumbra by the few people still left in the world. The beasts managed to defeat the Guardians, and, well...

The Little Traveler finds them, and they're, well... for a good while Siren and Sage are not having a good time, to put it lightly. The Little Traveler doesn't really know what's going on, though, so they just kind of see it as one of those weird, maybe slightly unsettling things you find on an adventure and leave it at that. At least, until they meet Zephyr.

Zephyr is the only one left, and he's weakened after fighting off the Umbral Beasts for a long time. He's searching for his siblings too, but he's exhausted.

Good thing he's found a little friend to help find them! And help fight the beasts too!

So the two go on an a quest to save Zephyr's siblings and rid the world of the darkness that plagues it, eventually learning that it runs a lot deeper than just the physical world.

In fact, it's source may lie within the god of Eterna itself, Null. (I need to make a more proper ref of it at some point, but it's design is pretty much set)

(It looks familiar, somehow...)

(Sidenote: not sure if I'll post these sketches in my art blog. I might post them, I might not, idk.)

Null is a creature of light and void, encompassing everything and nothing. It was revered around the world as the creator of Eterna and everything in it (including the Guardians and the beasts), but recently it has been abscent, neglecting it's duty as a god. Whether it created the Umbral Beasts intentionally or by accident, no one really knows, except for Null. And it doesn't seem like it'll clear things up anytime soon, leaving some of the remaining peoples to think that it outright abandoned them and others, including the Guardians, with their doubts.

As for the world itself, i haven't really drawn anything for it yet, but I imagine it as something like a combination of Kirby and the Forgotten Land's world with some extra bits from Sky: Children of the Light and maybe even a bit of Hollow Knight thrown in there. Lots of natural landscapes, with plenty of ruins and remnants of old civilizations. Overall it's got a sort of fantasy post-apocalypse vibe. Some areas would appear to be dark no matter what time it is because of the Penumbra, though there are other areas that are still unaffected by it. These places are often called Havens due to their relative safety from the Umbral Beasts, at least during the day. That's usually where any remaining civilization is located.

Areas affected by the Penumbra face a sort of stagnation, where things eventually stop changing and evolving and just kind of die out. It's very barren and cold, and not much can survive in the lack of light, except for the Umbral Beasts who thrive in the shadows and are actually harmed by light.

How do they get rid of the darkness and save the world, though? Of course, only with the REAL SUPER POWER OF TEAMWORK--

Actually I still need to figure out the specifics, but it does involve confronting Null itself. The Little Traveler is the key to defeating the Umbral Beasts and casting away the Penumbra once and for all. Why, exactly, no one really knows.

Now for some extra fun facts about the characters!

The Little Traveler get's nicknamed Tiny by Siren after she's saved, because The Little Traveler is a mouthful and they are very small. They're also called Little Guy, Little Buddy, Little One, among other nicknames that emphazise how small they are.

Tiny doesn't speak, but they do have a voice and can make sounds like crying, laughter, and chirps that everyone assumes to be their equivalent of speaking. If they could speak like we do, they would most likely sound like a small child.

Siren is the tallest of the group, while Zephyr is the shortest (besides Tiny who literally fits in the palm of someone's hand.)

While the Guardians are all the same age, they do as any triplets would and argue about who's technically the oldest. They can't decide who's the oldest, but Zephyr and Siren have come to the conclusion that Sage has to be the youngest. This annoys Sage. A lot.

While Tiny looks almost like a small shadow, they actually glow slightly in dark places, somehow. A light white aura surrounds them while in the dark. No one has figured out how they do this, or how it works, and honestly Tiny probably doesn't know either.

Tiny is kind of like Kirby in that they are happy and cheerful and seemingly unaware of the horrors of their world and the implications some of the things they face have.

They also hold a lot more power than you might think.

Tiny becomes incredibly attached to Zephyr, as he was the first Guardian they met, and eventually come to see him as an older brother.

They basically get adopted by the Guardians as their baby sibling.

As the Guardians are all deities, they don't necessarily need to eat and sleep. They won't die from not doing it like we do, but eating and sleeping helps them replenish their energy, so they still do these things regularly.

Aaaand that's all I can really think of right now, but there'll definitely be more in the future once I develop the world and the characters a bit more.

If you made it this far, thank you for listening to me ramble on about this little world that currently only exsists inside my brain. I really appreciate it. And I hope you like these ideas I've had rattling in my head for a good while now.

I think I'm done rambling now tho. Feel free to ask any questions if you have any!

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