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Hey Strife, you and your siblings wearing surgical masks? Keeping humans, and each other safe?

All of us with braincells are. Plus Death already has a permanent mask so he was ahead of the game

Bonus:

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Welp, the gang’s all here :) 

These were actually a massive help in kicking my art block and I’m definitely feeling inspired to play with this au some more. 

Death is some sort of angler skeleton centaur hybrid and is like, insanely old, some say as old as the ocean itself. [that’s the human he rescued from the oil rig]

Strife has zero fear of humans, actively seeking out divers and trying to make friends, despite not being able to understand them, nor they him. 

War often comes across humans who’ve been swept out to sea. The species gently exasperates him with their knack for getting themselves into trouble, but he delivers the ones he finds safely to the nearest beach. 

Oh, and don’t worry about Fury, she’ll be fine once the diver pulls that harpoon out. Though the implement itself is the reason she’s so mistrusting of humans. 

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fic idea - sea monster horsemen lmao  

You’re a commercial diver working at an offshore gas exploration rig. 

One day you’re out diving and your umbilical snaps, sending you straight to the ocean floor. It’s pitch black down there, you have no lights, no point of reference, your suit is too heavy to swim up and you only have five minutes of oxygen left in your spare tank. 

The seconds tick by.

You can feel it coming, the end and you start to scream, terrified.

You’re just a lost diver, waiting to die in the dark.

Something big swims by you. You can feel it, hear it. But the most terrifying thing of all is, you can’t see it. 

Then, out of nowhere, a heavy pressure wraps around your torso and you’re engulfed in inexplicable warmth.

There’s the sensation of moving, and fast, but the darkness makes it impossible to tell whether you’re heading up, down, left or right. 

It isn’t until you glimpse a light through your murky visor that you realise you’re heading for the surface and you strain your neck to glance down at yourself. And suddenly, you’re filled with a new kind of dread upon seeing the distinctive outline of colossal fingers encircling your midriff. 

Before you can think to panic though, water is rushing past your head and you hear the sound of men shouting. 

Squinting up into the light, you see that you’re on a metal grate just skimming the surface of the water. It’s attached to the bottom of the oil rig’s north leg, but you know of a ladder nearby that leads all the way to the top level. 

Just then, there’s a gurgling all around you and you cry out in fear as whatever had grabbed you from the ocean floor places you down on the grate with… remarkable gentleness. 

For a while, you simply lay where you are, facing away from it, though you can feel eyes on you. 

All of a sudden, your back receives a nudge and you let out a shrill scream, struggling up onto your hands and knees and crawling up to the ladder. Once your hands grab the first rung, you dare to glance back over a shoulder just in time to see a webbed hand slip off the metal work and disappear down into the dark waters below. God, it was big, that hand. Longer than you are tall. 

In the end, you manage to call for help and the crew find you, all of them bombarding you with questions. 

“How did you get back up here!?”

“Your umbilical snapped!” 

“How are you alive!?” 

You don’t know what to tell them. They’d never believe you if you told them a monster from the deep had brought you back to the surface, so you tell them a white lie. You don’t want to be discharged from duty after all. 

‘I grabbed the leg of the rig as you started to fall, and managed to climb back up.’ Although skeptical, they ultimately believed it, only because they couldn’t find another explanation. 

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A week later, you’re standing on the pier of your local beach. The sun has gone down and the moon is bright and full in the autumn sky. You have your favourite cardigan on, keeping you warm despite the ocean’s breeze nipping at your fingers. 

Suddenly, from beneath the pier, there’s a strange, albeit familiar, gurgle. 

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Okay but imagine that whenever the Horsemen experience strong emotions, it affects the world around them in ways that correspond with their religious counterparts.

Like, when Death gets really angry, the grass at his feet begins to die or nearby humans feel weak and their skin turns ashen as the life slowly seeps out of them and it only stops if he can rein his emotions in.

War loses his temper and suddenly, completely rational beings go mad and turn on each other. Friend, family member, it doesn’t matter. Bloodlust consumes them all.

Fury flies into a rage and any nearby food rots instantly. Crops in the fields crumble to dust, entire waterways dry up and what once might have provided sustenance to a species so utterly dependant on food is suddenly gone. 

Humans grow sick near Strife if he’s upset or enraged. Their skin breaks out in rashes, their lungs begin to fill with poisonous air that makes them vomit. There’s a sudden and inexplicable outbreak of flu in the maker tree around the time everyone finds out that Fury’s horse has died. Amidst the confusion, nobody notices Jones steal away in the dead of night. He doesn’t return for several days, and when he does, the sickness has passed. All assume he left to spare himself from the flu. They don’t realise he left to protect them. 

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We need more their s m i l e

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I was just looking around on Wish for funsies when I found this monstrosity.

I’m officially horrified.

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Things I thought were funny on the middle of the night

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I would give my right arm to know what the horseman and other characters are like as cats.

I want that arm Hannah. 

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The meeting between War and Ulthane gave me similar vibes to the Samurai Jack episode where Jack meets the Scotsman for the first time. Was half expecting Ulthane to throw evermore colourful insults Wars way, ngl.

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Wonder if there was to be a poll in who the most fan favourite Horseman is who would it be?

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“The past is done...None of us are what we were before.”

I honestly love War so much. I can’t imagine going through all the crap he did. I could honestly see him taking a deep breath once everything is over and enjoy the feeling of being free from it all.

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So I heard that Death can make a house out of bones...what kinds of homes might the other Horsemen make out of their own styles or powers?

This one’s kind of tough to answer because Death is the only one who has enough control of those natural resources to actually make anything. Fury has elemental powers, but Strife and War’s arsenals are primarily combat geared. It’s hard to think of ways in which those could be utilized for anything but a temporary shelter. 

If anyone has other ideas, feel free to add on–I’m kinda stumped for this one.

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Love the eye tho <3 

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可愛くかけたよ♡