#Wraith Resurgence

[starbiology]

this is all i was getting in the wraith resurgence plot lol

also this tho

[nataliesartprofile]

Neopets-Nervous Boy

Always wanted to draw some of my NP's petpets on their own, figured I'd start off by drawing Glormma's(Well, Camelia's, but faeries are relegated wholly to being NPC's on Neopets, so theater of the mind, etc :B); in any case, this is Camelia's Tainted Minion, Snookums; she adopted him after the events of the Wraith's Resurgence, lost and alone, he was abandoned by TDF due to his inability to commit to being as evil as she was and so found a kindred spirit in Camelia instead; Glormma babysits him often whenever Camelia's not around

[everyeyeismine]

Statement of Senior Agent Meredith Crowley, regarding the ‘Hatchet Falls’ and 'Nursery’ research facilities in Romania, November 28th - 30th, 2019. Statement documented directly from subject on December 6th, 2022 by Jonathan Sims. Statement begins.

I had returned to Romania at the request of a contact - Carmen Preda, Council of Venice - after having wrapped up another investigation in the area earlier in the month. The village where we had worked together was experiencing a resurgence of werewolf attacks despite the situation seeming to improve at the conclusion of the previous investigation.

Follow-up revealed the werewolf packs to have been pressured into the areas surrounding the village by attacks by a new, larger monster. I was able to track the creature down and… eliminated it with the help of a vampire hunter operating in the area - John Smith, unaffiliated. He…

He set it on fire. And after it died, it. He. He returned to his human form after he expired - Nicolae. I knew him. He and his sister…

Sometime between the end of my previous investigation and being contacted by Agent Preda, Nicolae and his sister, Mirela, were abducted by Orochi Group researchers use in projects between the Hatchet Falls and Nursery facilities. Mirela was killed in their escape attempt. They trapped the wraith born from her soul to continue testing. The only mercy is that she killed the team that tried to use her.

They weren’t the only victims. There were dozens, children they’d abducted and tortured and killed, and more that they intended to but didn’t get the chance before everything spiraled out of control.

They kept them in cages at Hatchet Falls. Concrete and iron bars, ceiling-to-floor chain-link fences. It was a converted Soviet bunker, I think. Light on the conversion. Usually you walk into a place where everyone’s been slaughtered and you feel at least a little bad, but every corpse there deserved to be there, probably deserved worse than what they got.

Fuck. Um.

The… good ones went on to the Nursey for further experimentation. More modern facility, nicer rooms in the front. Parts of it could have been normal.

They were exposing their subjects to viral mutagens, lycanthropy, testing the effects of long-term possession on brain development. They… There wasn’t anyone human left. The ones that were still alive, they weren’t- There was nothing left of them to save. The things- the substances they’d been exposed to destroy minds and souls and there’s no reversing the damage. There was nothing we could have done. Killing them was the kindest-

…Sorry. Sorry.

We… I met a woman in the Hatchet Falls facility that introduced herself as a Council of Venice agent; she went with me to explore the Nursery and we found the hidden room under the director’s office together. A dark, red corridor to a dark, red room. The girl on the slab.

She was alive, the girl. Anima. When we found her, she was so cold and still, I thought… She’s alive. She’s fine now. But then… God, I was so scared we’d lost her too.

And then the woman I was with drugged. Because of course I was stupid enough to turn my back to her to look after Anima.

I tried to fight her off. I really did! But I… When I came back around, I was strapped to one of the tables.

…Do you have a Lilith? The original one? She introduced herself to me properly after I woke up. I don’t know how to explain it exactly… It might be different where you’re from, but. Everything is a medium. Anything - tangible or non - can have meaning woven into it. And Lilith’s very name - her real name, not just 'Lilith,’ but the form that is specifically her - carries the weight of countless lifetimes lived and the infinite atrocities committed across them. You can drown in the blood on her hands. There’s no bottom. And the pressure would crush you before you could ever got too far. I can’t even remember half of her gloating over me because I was too busy suffocating on everything she was and is and will be.

And - god, they’re going to want me to face her again. I can’t - She…

The little drone is Oculus. She stole them from me, reprogrammed them, swapped out the taser I had them installed with for a surgical laser, and had them cut off my legs while she took Anima.

I was stuck there for hours while they went across. Any time I tried to get loose, I just ended up making them cut a little more in a different direction, haha! I know I passed out a few times, but I’d wake up and they’d still be going! Inch by inch, millimeter by millimeter! And when they finally cut all the way through, I still had to-! I… I nearly degloved my hands getting out of the restraints, just… shaved off a lot of meat on the edge of them and… fell off the table. I…

…Sorry, my memory gets fuzzy from there. A lot of things… The entity in my head is usually fairly benign, but they feel strongly about Anima. Especially in that circumstance. I just remember them pushing me to get up and keep going. I don’t think there was much else left of me but what they wanted for a while. Everything else burned up.

Sometimes I’m still there, waiting, hoping somebody will come, and feeling everything I am burning away. Maybe next time it won’t come back.

[sasorikigai]

Screaming. Screaming and then silence.

The stench of brimstone and charred flesh fills the air, and it is one he takes in with a sordid smile on his face — one that goes unseen as his company is still blankly staring at the fruits of their rage.

A burnt, mangled corpse that was once one such Sub-Zero, now nothing but the remains of a vengeance killing… one that he spurred on, in the face of Scorpion's hesitation.

"You have done well, Scorpion." His voice is the same deep, unwavering timbre, spoken with the certainty of someone that had long predicted this outcome. He takes steps to bridge the distance between them, standing now side by side with the wraith, staring down at what remains of Scorpion's adversary. "I do not know what drove you to consider sparing him… but I assure you, this was the correct decision. Your family can now be at peace, knowing their deaths have been avenged."

As he speaks, he cannot help but look at Scorpion, truly drink in his expression, his state of mind - anything that could hint at him doubting Quan Chi's words but… what would drive him to do so? "Now you must return to the island and prove yourself victor. We mustn't keep them waiting."

Random Inbox Shenanigans || @venefikus || always accepting!

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || There is an insatiable desire to tear, rip, gouge, snap, break, obliterate... How he wants his unforgiving, infernal hellfire to bite through Bi-Han's stringy sinew, the chewy flesh of his forearms and throat. He wants to tear every single bit of him with the clawing filaments of embers, still crackling through broken bones in the process and embedding tangy iron-fumed blood in dirt, then deep in the earth below. Even after the vengeance had been well-fulfilled, Scorpion envisions himself gorging on Sub-Zero's carcass; him, broken, and fallen apart. A wicked, obligatory desire to devour what he has always yearned for. For there is something crushing his chest. It has claws in his ribcage pulling on threads, and the hellspawn specter wonders what will unravel next. He will continue to fly in this gravity of darkness, as wrath and rage fulfills and lifts him whole.

The impermanence of life no longer taunts nor haunts him; for infernal hellfire and brimstone have liberated him. Such volatile, chaotic nature of his hellfire becomes such mighty force, the one that dwells within the hellspawn specter. How Scorpion always remains thrilled by darkness he speaks again to his Master. Once, he thought the glory shall come, manifest and release, and he had learned how to see through the shining light mirrored in his adversary's blood. Every excruciating stretch of his impatience was met by such resurgence of his sorrow and pain, which continues to taint his being and makes him ill. The most brutal grudges I have faced with are the grudges I have against myself, Scorpion contemplates, I should have devoured him long ago, gift him the embarkment of death where everything remains distanced from any light and conscience.

"Skin-splitting agony which had long settled deep in my bone no longer pains me, for my vengeance is complete, my Master." He can still taste the potent metal in his lips, as pulsing life of before disintegrated right in front him with such excruciating, unparalleled pain. But could it ever match the unfathomable abyss he would feel whenever he thought of his family? No longer such coldness clouds his vision and muffles all the sound, as the writhing agony and bereavement-pain of the past no longer harrows the specter. However, vengeance may have been fulfilled, but his excessive wrath and somberness becomes his wildflower home. Overgrown and all-consuming, leaving no cobblestone of his subconscious untouched. Perhaps Scorpion was meant to live in this house of burning, blossoming wildflowers; beautiful, yet alone.

With his vehement gravitas etched upon the unchanging, rather ancient looking facade, Scorpion firmly nods. Instead of certain delicateness that holds his soul, how his heart burns with scorching, everburning hellfire. It will be the only thing that would cradle his heart, granting him the promise of another beat, another breath, and another moment in control. As each and every crackle of his flames reverberate through him with newfound vigor and vehemence, Scorpion solemnly nods, as swirling iridescence wreaths in the depth of his inhuman eyes.

As the vortex of hellfire consumes both of them to transport them back to the island, Scorpion feels a violent stab of loneliness. The very air he breathes would feel like long, sharp needles. How he still feels the threatening glistening gleam of Sub-Zero's icicles, bringing him closer to the familiar doom. Maybe there had been a glimpse of understanding and empathy for Sub-Zero within his vindictiveness, but he knows better - no longer, his road becomes warped and unending. Scorpion severs and seizes the cacophony in his mind, a whirlwind of his emotions that tug at his heartstrings as its last resort, and maintains evermore still to the beats of its hushed song. For unknown is no longer paralyzing, because once he took a step forward, he will never get it back. ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

[taha-autoinsight-hub]

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[noxianwilled]

❛   it takes a lifetime to die, and no time at all.  ❜  

» PROMPTS.       

— @ruinedcrown

"If you're here to kill me, why don't you just get on with it?" She could have initiated the fight herself, approaching the wraith-king without difficulty; at the very least it would have given her some satisfaction, to sink her daggers in his throat. Katarina breathes hard, disheveled from battling enemies that refused to stay dead (even in Noxus they heard the stories of the Ruined King; yet her mind struggles to accept the reality of it — at most, that was supposed to be history turned legend, a tale made grand throughout the years, not to withstand and resurge now).

In truth, she is tired. There is this odd feeling, an unwillingness to fight (when had she ever hesitated before a foe, regardless of how dangerous?). But does it matter, when her country falls so easily at his assault? She has nothing but Noxus; hadn't had in years. Family had never given her anything but scorn, looked down at her as disappointment, disregarded her entirely. Even the ones she insisted on loving, even the brother that did not share her blood, had not hesitated to turn against her after a mere command. What does she have without her homeland as purpose?

(It isn't entirely true, part of her argues stubbornly; the rest of them, maybe, but Talon had no more choice than he did. The choice they had was to not let it get in the way; and they had. How many times had he shown concern, urged her to follow father's teachings for her own safety? A more alarming thought — she doesn't know where he is, and there is no way she can find out when that thing is right in front of her. He can make it, though. Maybe he'd finally be proven wrong by outliving her due to caution.)

Her strong will has ever been judged as flaw; it is the only thing, in this moment, that keeps her still in fighting stance, daggers in her hand, poised to strike. Her grip becomes firmer as some clarity seems to return to her. Talon will make it, Noxus isn't yet completely lost — and she would rather die fighting for it than wallowing in self-pity over not being loved enough. "It's already taking too damn long, ghost."

[fuckyeah-terrormountain]

[parasol-usuki]

call me catty or “not a real neofan” if you want to but in all honesty I really don’t like Kaia. She really feels like someone’s self insert faerie that someone on deviantART pasted onto pictures, plus she doesn’t really have a personality besides “oh, i’m the vehicle for the wraith plot. silly me.” I know it’s not her fault, it’s the artists’ and plot writers’ faults, but she just rubs me the wrong way. Sorry if I insulted anyone who likes her, it’s just my opinion.

[herder-of-gnorbus]

me: *doing my dailies*

the fbi agent in my webcam: damn this purple mist is insufferable

[starbiology]

they were rlly cute in the wraith resurgence plot

[theneopetsteam]

TL;DR - NT Editorial Issue 818

Have you heard? Official merchandise is here!

Charity Corner? Soon???

New steps for Wraith Resurgence coming next week!

Once a submission for a contest or NT is sent, it has been received. It just might take some time to get to it.

Festival of Neggs and Daily Dare are still happening.

More mobile comparability

[thethuggestfaerie]

Group chats VS private chats is an interesting concept yet to be explored

[childofazarath]

"You look troubled, Fyora." What I imagine to have happened in the Wild Woods.

[drdaddysloth]

[neoquests]

im hate fiendish formations. im glad theres finally a non-battledome component to this damn plot but its SO TEDIOUS with this goddamn wraith eating the pieces i place

[fuckyeah-terrormountain]

tnt employee 1: we should make something collectable for the plot 

tnt employee 2: how about Kaia and Aethia plushies?

tnt employee who is still invested in quigukis: i have a better idea