#basically like.... siren's are not as Evil as the myths make them out to be <3

[idolpyre]

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀just off of the pacific, lurking in the depths and hiding in coral caves — legend tells tale of a pod of sirens promised to protect, instead of bringing death and carnage. these creatures were lethal as they were beautiful, just as the folklores painted them to be, but they lived in harmony with humans instead of hunting them mercilessly, like so many people believed. rarely were they ever actually seen by the townsfolk, but they kept the waters surrounding the island safe from pirates and pillagers, bringing the village good fortune and good health.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀minjun has been taught these values ever since he was a young fry, that the humans inhabiting his island were to be protected. they cannot have one without the other ; a unity between man and myth. but we cannot be seen by them, no matter what. you must not show yourself unless they are in peril. and you must not ever leave this island, do you understand ? don't stray too far, minjun, they are not as kind to us elsewhere. and never, ever, ever trust a pirate — they will always lie and hurt us for their own gain.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀and so minjun would stay tucked below the roiling waves, always curious of what mankind had to offer, but too scared to act upon his desires. his mother would teach him to hunt fish, and eventually bigger game too — and when his sisters had been born, minjun had taught them everything he knew.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀it must've been just past his twentieth sun when minjun's curiosity finally got the best of him. he had spent so long watching humans below the surface, and when a pirate washed up on the lagoon that minjun frequented — he couldn't help but show himself to the pirate, to offer his song to heal the buccaneer's wounds. once the pirate's crew had found their lost sailor, they took one look at minjun and realized they had struck gold. the iridescent scales of the siren's tail was a rarity, believed to be worth thousands, if you could live to sell it that was. they had beached the siren, plucked his scales and when he had tried to cry, to sing for his sisters to come and find him, they had slit his throat and left him with nothing.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀when his sister's had found him near dead, they had pulled him back into the deep and healed his wounds, but minjun couldn't ignore the immense disappointment that leaked off of his mother's very being. she had warned him, and now minjun had paid the price. because of the scar on his throat, minjun cannot sing his song anymore, and everyday he can feel his magic slipping further away from his grasp, lost like grains of sand slipping through his claws.

[minhosimthings]

Skz as Mythical creatures

Bang Chan - Werewolf. There's nothing to question here about this. Man literally gives so much wolf vibes that writers on Tumblr use wolf memes for his smaus. But also werewolves have been used throughout history to provide a sense of wisdom combined with misinterpretation. Wisdom, in the form of living and going through so much in their moon drunk lives. And like is that not Chan?

Lee Minho: A warlock. Warlocks are basically wizards who get their magic from evil sources. They conjure magic called 'blue magic' aka evil magic from shady sources and repay that debt with their own blood. They have been known to help people from time to time but only the people who need it the most, like a raped woman who no one believes. Oh also they are known to have cats as their companions! And they live very secluded lives usually in forests and grow mushrooms. My brain is dying thinking about evil warlock Minho cause my standards are so fucked up

Seo Changbin: A dragon. Listen LISTEN TO ME. I chose a dragon for Changbin, because they have many myths of false appearance. When I first got into skz, I really though our Binnie was the most serious person in this group. But then I saw how those hips moved, and I was like 'oh so he's Barbie and Shakira combined and put into one man'. Dragons are known as fierce creatures who protect the gold that they hoard and destroy villages, but how much of that is true? Mostly they do it to protect themselves and the gold which they have rightfully earned. Also they are extremely loyal and friendly once you understand them and don't harm their loved ones (yes even dragons have loved ones)

Hwang Hyunjin: Selkie. Selkies are basically mermaids, who originate from Scotish folk tales (trust me they are VERY popular here). They turn into seals in water and turn back into human if daylight or moonlight touches them, Aka if they come on land. They are very dual creatures, being pretty and kind to most humans, especially women, but they can also be the most savage beasts when it comes to men who have corrupted for their own pleasure. Their siren songs are very captivating and they are known to make art out of conch shells.

Han Jisung: A shapeshifter. Han Jisung is truly a puzzle. Like man could be intense babygirling one moment and then two seconds later literally kill all of us with wavy hair, sweaty face and those fingers playing the guitar finger kink go brr. Jisung is more fitting to the shapeshifter brand when you realise that the humans who used to be good at doing everything and not crack under intense pressure were awarded this shapeshifting power by the Gods. So yeah our fourth gen ace would definetly be a shapeshifter.

Lee Felix: A fairy. Need I explain anything? Need I even write an entire essay about this? (Already wrote it but fine). He would definitely be a healing fairy. Like he would whip up medicines and hide them in his delicious brownies to trick unwilling children into taking them (MY HEART IS TOO WEAK FOR FELIX HANDING OUT BROWNIES). He would def live in the woods in like a tiny cottage, which is decorated with creepers and vines and soft moss, where he rests his pretty wings, excuse me I need to write something on this.

Kim Seungmin: A nymph. Nymphs are actually more powerful than they are portrayed nowadays. Many of them were sons and daughters of river or tree Gods and they used to possess the quality of being able to fic someone in a trance with their voices. LIKE HELLO? MR KIM SEUNGMIN WITH THAT GOLDEN VOICE? Also they were known to be mischievous, always teasing pixies and fairies and taunting beings older than them. (I am not making this up yet legit used to taunt old trees for being so old and wise because nymphs never used to age or they would age VERY slowly)

Yang Jeongin: A vampire. Alexa play Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo please. I mean dude's literally immortal I'm telling you. He looks LIKE THE SAME PERSON EVEN WHEN HE WAS A CHILD LIKE HOW? If y'all look at me, I look like a completely different person from when I was a kid. And also there's something about our baby bread that just screams vampire vibes. Like he would totally live in a castle all alone, drinking blood and having foxes as pets.

[old-stoneface]

holding myself back from criticizing another fuckin podcast . i just. i really take my mythology seriously. and i hate it when people write stories abt folklore and mythology etc and they act like everything is so weeeeird and straaaaange and like these characters from legend are real and Evil . and when people dont know basic shit. like in this podcast one character was like "i hope we see a selkie" and the other was like "how do you know what a selkie is?" ITS A SELKIE. ITS REALLY NOT AN UNKNOWN FOLKTALE. CMON GUYS. PLEASE TRY HARDER W YOUR WRITING. like it just sucks! it really sucks. people should be taking more scholarly interest in these topics, and i understand writing your own stories based on them, but youre making this all a lot more dressed up than it needs to be. the people who grew up learning traditional stories found in their corner of the world and believing in them over thousands of years are not lesser than us, they lead just as complex lives with the same complex emotions as we do now in the modern age, and acting like they were idiots is horrible. the same podcast im complaining abt w the selkie thing also had an interaction between two characters where one was like "wasnt that god evil? didnt people perform human sacrifices to them?" and the other replied "thats just what people did. the god wasnt necessarily evil. we shouldnt judge a god based on what people do in their name." okay. okay. there is a lot to unpack there (/neg), but what i want to point out is that this shows a fundamental misunderstanding of what a god is. a "god" is a reflection of humankind that was imagined to explain why life works a certain way. the storms are destroying the crops? must be that someone is angry with us! there must be a reason besides "the world is just like this", because that isnt fair! the world cannot just be cruel! there needs to be a reason. and thus, we have figures like thor and zeus born into existence. gods are reflections of people. they are morally gray or even absent from a moral code altogether, because they arent seen as human. humans need reasons that bad things happen. humans need comfort. they need someone to blame or thank. You Cannot Say That A God Is Not Responsible For Its Worshipers Because Gods Are Not Real. A God Is A Construct Of Human Belief. All That A God Is Is A Belief. they exist because we say so!!!!

as an aside, yes i do love stories abt mythology where gods are real and taken seriously. one of my favorite movies is the northman because it takes that belief and religion and practice completely seriously, and its incredible and fascinating and horrifying, as gods are supposed to be. i love that. i grew up reading percy jackson as an adolescent because it was kid friendly mythology, and i love mythology. i find it so interesting to put ourselves in the mindset of "what if it is real?" because thats a different sort of world that we can dream up. the silt verses, for fucks sake!!! one of my favorite podcasts! literally about "what if all gods were real"! runemarks by joanna harris!! go read it!!!! its my favorite adaption of norse myth!! i am not being a killjoy. i am just saying you need to Think about what youre writing before you write it. also i hate stories that blend mythology, assuming they can combine the myths of sirens with mermaids and erase historical folklore, saying that "all creatures exist alongside one another but theyre all so isolated they havent had any interesting interaction" its so stupid. most gods are the same gods and thru those repeated stories and ideas and concepts we can get a better idea of what was historically important to humankind. dont read american gods though...the ending sucks and is a total letdown....you wont enjoy it. but it does introduce some interesting topics of how belief travels across the world and births new religions. really cool. however i dont like that book so dont read it

[lunarrwolf]

mini series coming soon!!

since you guys got me over 300 followers, i held up my end of my own deal and was finally able to think up the first of a 100% written series (social media included only when needed to build the story).

there will only be two for now but i want to get the sykkuno series a good ways in before bringing in new content like this! i’ve been a writer since middle school and have major writer’s block for a book i’m working on rn so i’m really excited about writing an actual story for lunarrwolf! these are the banners, very tiny synopses, and sneak peek excerpts for DAYWALKER!s and Siren Woods

s.h warning: siren woods will not be for the faint of heart as it will be put in the category of a psychological thriller. it will contain suspense, fear(s), anxiety and/or mentions of depression, isolation and swearing

d.w!s warning: this is an apocalyptic world w/o zombies. it will contain violence, anxiety, entrapment, fear(s) and swearing

disclaimer: i will do my absolutely best not to treat either of these as if they were actual novels. i plan on putting in comedic lines and scenes to lower any thriller/horror vibes from the stories, and not too go too far to avoid truly triggering myself or anyone else. warnings will only be issued in chapters that are going to actually include one or more of above the above. but if anyone who reads them in the future have issues do not feel like you need to keep reading.

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DAYWALKER!s

a variety youtuber mini series

summary

ten creators find themselves amidst a city with an oddly familiar vibe, a weird yet intimidating apocalyptic appearance, and hundreds of strangers that feel the need to do nothing but fight their way through the city. even if that means to the death.

excerpt

“You’re all going to die, you know.. so you might as well give up now and let it take over.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You blinked at the growl woven in with your friend’s deep voice, knowing for sure that if you were in an animation a sweat drop would be making its way down the side of your head. He hated confrontation more than anyone here but when it came to his friends, and being trapped in a place like this? Who knew what damage he would do to keep them safe.

The man ahead of the group did nothing but stand there with a mocking grin on his face. It was unnerving, and dare say almost bloodthirsty. There was no amount of sanity or free will from where you all stood just a couple of yards away, and just that thought alone chilled you to the core.

“Corpse.. maybe you shouldn’t.” You stated, stepping closer to him to lower the risk of the strange man hearing the second part. “I don’t like the looks of that guy even from over here. We’ve already had to deal with a ton of crazy shit since finding each other. We can’t risk losing our only real muscle of the group.”

Ignoring the offended voices of Sean and Ludwig, the man with the torn mask looked at you only when you put a hand on his shoulder. It took sharing glances and seeing head shakes from most of the others to have him loosen the fist his hand was already in. Standing up straight, you watched as he rolled his shoulders, jaw still clenched from the tension. Rae was taking advantage of the off putting interaction and explored the small area, so capturing everyone’s attention when Corpse relaxed a bit wasn’t hard. “It’s gonna be a tight fit but I think we can make it work.”

“Whoa.”

“Where did you learn how to hotwire a car?” Ethan questioned, being the first to make his way toward the beaten vehicle.

“Video games?” The brunette answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She hit the side of the driver door twice, motioning to the group. “Now get your asses in here before that guy decides to pull a Resident Evil zombie sprint on us.”

“Yes ma’am.” Sykkuno saluted, earning chuckles that were a rare sight since ending up here. The two of you didn’t waste time in calling the front seats beside Rae and Ethan, forcing everyone else to get in the back of the truck and make it work. No one could complain, though, seeing the circumstances you were all in.

It took a few seconds of revving the seemingly old engine before the machine began making its way. You could actually hear the ones in the back shift around to get in more comfortable positions for however long a ride it would be. The girl behind the wheel didn’t pay any mind to the stranger that watched her drive you all away, but you did. And even when he continued to shrink in distance and eventually disappeared, you knew his words would stay with you.

“You’re wasting your time! No one gets out of Mirror City!!”

Siren Woods

a variety youtuber mini series

summary

seven internet personalities find themselves in the middle of an old town myth as they take a break from their careers and head up towards a rural mountain area. among every spooky or jumpy experience with a horror game here and there, never did any of them think they’d end up in this situation.

excerpt

The fire crackled with a sense of release, almost as if this large flame represented the time everyone needed away from their jobs. After how crazy the media has become the past few weeks, you and your friends agreed that a trip towards a much lesser known area would do you all well. It was a teenagers on summer break scene where everyone was gathered around a campfire in the backyard of a lake house, telling stories to either amuse or scare each other. Seán and Ethan were the first to do so, tag teaming in a very dramatic reenactment of the first time they met in person, which of course had to be followed by your own scene with Y/F/N.

Time flew by and before you knew it, the sun was completely set and the darkest shade of navy possible was barely lit with a crescent moon and a few stars. The only real source of light was the fire, illuminating the six faces in an orange glow. Any laughter died down minutes ago, leaving a silence that was comfortable for everyone. “You guys want to hear a funny story?”

Squinting at the man sitting in the log across from you, you leaned forward, hands folded in your lap. “Funny haha or funny we might want to kill you after we hear it?”

“Uh..” Corpse met your gaze immediately, his mask somehow looking more eerie with the natural lighting. “Funny kind of hoping you won’t kill me, if I’m being honest.” He confirmed, leaning forward himself to warm up his hands while the rest of you debated on whether to let him tell it.

After a few minutes, and three overtaking two, he was allowed to do so. It was an old myth of the town you all resided in for the week; a Slenderman type of entity of the forest that the locals from dozens of years before chose to call Siren Head. The name stuck once old photos were found and set up in the small museum in the Common. He stood at forty feet tall, with two megaphones for heads and tangled wires for a torso. He had the ability to perfectly mimic broadcasts, conversations, sirens and screams, and had been said to only emit white noise if ever asleep. Speed nearly matched that of a cheetah and his strength was unbelievably high due to his size. Every sighting of said species had only been released by victims, and it was an urban tale that stood alive to this very day.

Rae was on the grass now, legs crossed one over the other as she tried to look at everyone at once. “Why the hell did we all come to a place called Siren Woods, then?!”

“Well.. the town looked really nice online, and it’s living up to that. And I thought siren meant more mermaid than a freaky Creepypasta-type thing.” Sykkuno could do nothing but respond with nerves showing through his face and every subtle movement of his body as he explained why he ended up agreeing with the destination.

“Yeah, I did too.” Y/F/N piped in, shrugging her innocence as you all began telling your sides. “Who doesn’t think of a mermaid when you hear the word siren?! That’s basically what they are.”

“I, for one, think we should find another place to stay.” Ethan spoke up.

Seán gaped at his longest friend in the group, “You don’t actually believe in that.”

“I’m not taking any chances, dude. Those people believe in that thing enough to build a whole section of the museum for it.”

You watched your friends go back and forth, some freaked out by the story but not believing it was real while the rest wanted to find a new vacation spot. “What do you think, Y/N?”

You turned to Corpse, blinking as the simple question processed in your mind. “I’m with Ethan on this.. even if that thing isn’t an actual being the belief here is hardcore.” Three faces lit up in relief while the roommate, Irishman, and faceless internet persona felt differently. “Let me finish..” you sighed, “Let’s stay another night but keep an extra cautious eye on Spencer and Luna. Animals have a sort of sixth sense, so if anything weird happens they’ll warn us. Deal?”

Y/F/N shared a glance with you, letting out a sigh of her own. “Suddenly I’m feeling a lot better that we brought our dogs instead of getting sitters.” She bent down to pet the canines laying between the logs, hoping if they did bark it would just be from a resident knocking on the door.

[holidaywishes]

the song part 4

Part IV: Pieces of the Puzzle

  Summary: After what happened, you head home and try to understand why Lydia and everyone was trying to convince you that you were something more than human.

  Fandom: Teen Wolf

  Warning: Nothing? Maybe some angst because I love some angst but I don’t think there’s anything to warn this time

  Author’s Note: I haven’t added to this in forever, so I thought it was time! To be completely honest, I had a very clear idea originally of where I wanted to go with this series but, because it’s been so long, I’ve lost my train of thought for that. Hopefully, some of it will come back to me but until then I’m just gonna follow my stream of consciousness...

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Calli’s P.O.V

  You truly weren’t sure what to believe. You could see that Scott and Theo were... something, but werewolves weren’t real. They couldn’t be. And the rest of it just seemed like a cruel joke. A harbinger of death? Who wants that? But you couldn’t deny that those men knew something about you, something that you didn’t and something that you were clearly reluctant to learn.

  “Calli...” Scott said as you walked ahead of him and Theo, not paying attention to them, “Calli please, listen to us. We’re not lying to you. Not about this...”

  “But you’re lying to me about other things?” you scoffed

  “No, I just meant we wouldn’t lie to you about this” he corrected

  “I.. I just need a break Scott,” you sighed, finally turning to face the two boys, “it’s been a long night and I have no idea what happened. So, please, just stop. If you really need to talk about it, maybe tomorrow. But for now, just... don’t.” You continued back to your Uncle’s house, where you were met with a large crowd of concerned faces before they all asked questions but instead of answering them, you just walked right past, barricading yourself in your room before turning to the internet for answers.

  “In Greek mythology, the Sirens were dangerous creatures, who lured nearby sailors with their enchanting music and singing voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island.”

  “Knew that, thanks for nothing, Wikipedia” you whispered to yourself

  “Although they lured mariners, for the Greeks, the Sirens in their ‘meadow starred with flowers’ were not sea deities. Roman writers linked the Sirens more closely to the sea, as daughters of Phorcys.”

  “Alright here’s something...” you continued

  “When the Sirens were given a name of their own, they were considered the daughters of the river god Achelous, fathered upon Gaia; making them both daughters of the water and the earth.” An article read, soon leading you to other myths, one stated that sirens were called to bring Persephone back to their father and, when they failed, they were cursed. With all your searching, you couldn’t find a clear depiction of what a siren should be -- bird, mermaid, hypnotic, seductive, dangerous, cursed, -- but there was also nothing that made you believe that you could be one.

  “This is absurd!” you said to yourself, closing your laptop and pushing it away from you, “they’re insane. This are just myths. Stories, that’s it. I’m just me...” As you laid in your bed, you stared at your computer, picking it up and dropping it a few times while you contemplated looking through more stories.

  “Calli?” Lydia whispered as she opened the door, letting herself in.

  “Hey...” you whispered back and she sat down on the foot of your bed

  “How are you doing?” she asked

  “How am I doing...” you scoffed, “well, let’s see. I was just attacked by a group of guys who kept telling me they ‘knew what I was,’ after being told by my cousin, and her friends, that I was a Siren. A mythological ancient Greek creature. And that they were Werewolves and Chimeras and Banshees... So, I think it’s fair to say that I’m a bit confused”

  “Can I explain?” she said and you nodded, “I know it’s hard to believe that it’s all true but it is. When I found out that I was a Banshee, it was under duress. Jordan, too. Scott had things happen gradually, Malia was born that way and Theo.. well, Theo was an experiment.”

  “An experiment?” you asked

  “It’s a long story”

  “Well... I think I need to know. If I’m going to believe any of this, I think I need to hear all of it.” Lydia sighed loudly before explaining everything from then until now and you sat there in awe.

  “So.. hold on. Peter, the guy who terrified me enough to leave this house, was in a coma for like six years but he was able to bite Scott and make him a werewolf. Malia thinks she’s a coyote but knows that she’s not responsible for her mom’s death. There was some weird witch lady who was sacrificing people for some reason and she tried to kill you and that’s how you found out you were a Banshee. Then, your friend, Kira, who was a Kitsune but then like sacrificed herself, and Jordan, the cop who you’re saying is a hellhound, was set on fire so a different cop could collect a bounty that someone named the ‘Benefactor’ had set up before sending out a big list of names with passwords that only you could know. Then, there were a bunch of wild experiments by a bunch of doctors who basically killed a bunch of kids but those kids came back to life because of a tree? And you’re telling me that Theo was one of the first experiments that these doctors created because he was evil to begin with? And after all of this, after everyone somehow survived, there was like a mega Werewolf who killed a bunch of people and then people started to forget that other people existed?”

  “Essentially, yes. I mean, you’re a bit mixed up but you get the gist of everything” Lydia said

  “And in all of this, even though things seemed to have settled down after you all fought a mob or something, I’m supposed to be a Siren?” you asked again

  “Yes”

  “How? Why?”

  “It’s genetic I guess. My Grandma was a Banshee, Peter seems to think that, because both our power comes from our voice, there’s probably someone in your family that--”

  “Was also a Siren?” you interrupted and she nodded in response, “I don’t even know.. how to.. begin to understand this. What am I supposed to do with this?”

  “Nothing...” she confessed before hanging her head and sighing before explaining her point, “I’m not saying you are responsible for saving the world. I’m not saying that we’re responsible for saving the world either. We’re not superheroes. We just are what we are and we have abilities that other people don’t and it’s our job, our responsibility, to use our abilities to help when and however we can.”

  “What if I can’t?” you asked sincerely

  “Maybe you need someone to help you, like I did. I, all of us, had Scott to help us figure out everything. Maybe you need to be able to learn your abilities without judgement or fear. But you don’t have to do anything, I just needed to make sure you were safe. That you weren’t in danger the way I thought you were. Then we got here and found out what you were and I got worried that the reason I thought you were in trouble was because of what you we-- because of what you are.” She explained and you took a deep breath before responding, trying to think of exactly what you felt and how to say it

  “What if I did want to learn my abilities?” you asked quietly, “what if I did want help?”

  “Scott would be ha--”

  “Not Scott,” you interrupted her, “Theo.”

  “Theo?” she scoffed, “No. Why? Did you not hear the part where I said he was evil to begin with?”

  “Lydia, people can change.”

  “Not him...”

  “Please, Lydia...” you sighed

  “Fine. I’ll... ask.”

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Theo’s P.O.V

  When Lydia asked you to help train Calli, help her understand her abilities, you were confused to say the least

  “I don’t know the first thing about Sirens...” you said

  “I DO!” Peter exclaimed, raising his hand gleefully

  “She asked for you” Lydia confessed

  “She asked for me?”

  “That’s what I said” she sneered

  “She asked for him?” Peter asked, clearly offended by the choice

  “Yes!” Lydia yelled, “She’s trying to understand everything and you,” she said, gesturing to Peter, “didn’t give the best first impression...”

  “But I can help her the most” Peter whined

  “It doesn’t matter. She asked for Theo, so that’s who she gets”

  “What if I say no?” you countered

  “You don’t get to say no” she challenged

  “Lydia”

  “Theo,” she scoffed, “I’m not arguing with you about this. There’s something about you that makes her feel... safe or something. You’re going to help her. That’s it. End of discussion.” Just like that, you waited for Lydia’s cousin in an old worn down boxing gym in Brooklyn Heights; she walked in, late, with her ponytail swinging behind her and a bag casually dangling off her shoulder as she popped her hip to the side

  “You actually showed up” she scoffed

  “What?”

  “I was half expecting Lydia to fail and not be able to convince you to help me. I thought I’d be seeing Scott here...” She spoke with a bite to her words as she made her way to the ring, staring up at you for a minute before you eventually scoffed at her

  “Well,” you huffed, raising your arms up to gesture to the old gym and dropping them quickly, “I’m here.”

  “I’m not getting in that ring” she snarled

  “Then what are we doing here?”

  “It’s private.” She admitted, dropping her bag to the floor and sitting on a bench adjacent to the box where you stood, “no one will interrupt us or bother us here.” Your eyes darted to the door before your tongue pushed against the inside of your cheek, annoyed at her roundabout conversation, before you finally hopped through the ropes and jumped down onto the concrete floor

  “What do you want?” you asked, creeping slowly toward Calli and you stood in front of her as her eyes trailed up your body before her eyes met yours, “what do you want me here for? I can’t help you. I’m on the outside in case you didn’t realize...”

  “That’s exactly why I want you to help me. I’m new, you were the last to be accepted; you weren’t bitten or born with the abilities you have, you had to learn how to use them, how to control them.” She explained and you turned your head before shaking it

  “I can’t help you” you scoffed, dropping the gloves that you had been holding onto, before storming away

  “Please,” she whispered and you stopped dead in your tracks, compelled to stay just from the cadence of her voice, “I’m terrified.”

  “What do you have to be terrified of?” you asked, turning your head enough for her to see the side of your face

  “What don’t I have to be terrified of?” she confessed, causing your body to turn back to her, “I keep telling people that I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with this information -- that I’m a Siren. I looked Sirens up you know. They’re not as magical or mystical as people think they are. People were terrified of them and they lured people to their death. Lydia says that we have a responsibility to help people but how do I help people when my only ability is to lead innocent people to their death?”

  “You think that’s all you’d be doing?” you asked calmly, finally finding yourself sitting next to her

  “Isn’t it?” she asked, “Lydia predicts death. You all fight it. I.. I’m supposedly the cause of it”

  “You don’t have to be. You have an incredible ability to connect with people in a way that none of us do. The calmness of your voice calms them -- stops them from overreacting, lets them know everything is going to be okay.” You explained, watching as her eyes darted across your face as she moved closer to you

  “How do you know?” she said softly as she seemed to moved into your touch

  “Because all I’ve felt since I met you was calm...”

  “Even when you were fighting those men?”

  “Didn’t even phase me... I just wanted to protect you. That’s your power.” You said

  “But isn’t that dangerous? Isn’t that what makes me the cause of death -- that people want to protect me?”

  “I would rather die for you than let you be killed” you admitted

  “I don’t want that!” she exclaimed as she moved away from you, standing up quickly to pace behind the bench, “My life isn’t more important than yours or anyone else’s. I’m just a person, I’m just a girl. I don’t deserve to live more than you, more than anyone. If I’m going to die, then that’s just what will be. I cannot, and will not, let anyone sacrifice themselves for me”

  “Calli...” you tried to calm her as you met her at the end of her pacing, “You’re as innocent as anyone I’ve ever met. More innocent than I’ve ever been and you deserve to be saved”

  “Not more than someone else” she argued again

  “If it were up to me, you would be.” Your words seem to catch her off guard and she furrowed her brow at you, “I don’t know anything about your abilities. I don’t know what you think I can teach you. I can help you fight, help you train, but learn? All I’d be doing was reading books with you -- trust me, I know just as much about Sirens as you do. I don’t know what the right thing to do here is. What I do know is when I see you, everything makes sense. The world quiets down and I can see things clearly. When I hear you speak, it’s like my heartbeat finds your rhythm and matches it. When you sing, I don’t need anything else...”

  “You’re hypnotized...” she whispered as her eyes watched your lips as you spoke before eventually clearing her throat so she could continue, “I wanted your help, Theo, but I can’t do this. I can’t let you...”

  “Let me what?” you said, moving even closer to her until there was almost no space left, “let me help you protect yourself? Let me learn about your abilities as you do? Let me--”

  “Let you risk your life for mine...” she sighed, pushing you away, “Given the chance, I know that’s exactly what you’d do.” She kissed your cheek, picked up her bag and began walking away from you

  “Let me help you train, at least.” You said, stopping her from leaving to quickly, “let me help you protect yourself so that I don’t end up risking my life for yours.” You watched as she stopped sharply, turning around and tilting her head at you before scoffing and shaking her head

  “You think you can handle it?” she chuckled, “you think you can handle training me?”

  “I’m sure I’ll be just fine.” You smirked as she made her way back to you, whispering once she was right in front of you

  “Even though your heartbeat matches my voice?�� she mocked as she repeated your words, “Even though everything makes sense when you see me? Even though you’re obviously hypnotized by me?”

  “You won’t be singing, so I think I can manage...” you laughed until she circled around you and leaned against your back to whisper in your ear

  “What if I have to talk really close?”

  “I...” you stammered, your voice cracking as you continued, “I can handle it.”

  “What if you have to get real close?” she asked, as she circled back in front of you and forced your eyes to train themselves on hers, “and you have no choice but to look into my eyes?”

  “Are you sure you can handle me?” you asked, turning the tables on her but she didn’t seem to react

  “You don’t think I can handle you?” she smirked, “I’ll be okay. You don’t worry me...”

  “No?” you smiled, “Good. I wouldn’t want anything to get in the way of your very important lessons”

  “If you think you can handle it, then I can handle it” she replied, still close enough to you that you could feel her breath sweep across your skin

  “I can handle it” you smirked knowingly and she nodded before turning on her heels again

  “I’ll see you tomorrow, Theo.” She smiled and you felt your stomach fill with butterflies, which you just hoped didn’t show on your face

  “Tomorrow,” you added, “be on time, okay? I hate wasting my time and you need as much help as you can get.”

  “Watch it, Experiment Boy,” she teased, “or I’ll have to hurt you.”

  “I’d like to see you try” you teased back

  “Tomorrow.”

[sirensbeckon]

hold!  who  goes  there?  why  ,  is  that  𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒂  𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒏  the  𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒅  of  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔?  they  do  look  𝒑𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒉  for  a  𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏  of  𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚  -  𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆  years.  don’t  they  call  𝒉𝒆𝒓  the  𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓  𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒇𝒖𝒍  𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏?  i’ve  heard  they’re  also 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏  𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍  though.  don’t  take  my  word  for  it  but  they  do  look  an  awful  lot  like  𝒌𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒉.  (  pinterest  /  google  doc  )

BASIC  INFO

NAME  :  elena  taliesin

PRONUNCIATION  :  ah  -  lay  -  na   t  -  ae  -   l  -  eh  -  sin

TITLE  :  bard 

AGE :  twenty  -  three  

PLACE OF ORIGIN  :  a  small  village  in  the  northlands  called  freymore   

FAMILY MEMBERS  :  her  parents  ,  rendon  and  margaret  taliesin  ,  and  maternal  aunt  ,  penelope  ward.  

PHYSICAL  DESCRIPTION

HEIGHT  :  five  foot  three  

HAIIR COLOR  :  light  brown

EYE COLOR  :  pale  blue 

GENDER  :  cis  female  

BUILD  :  petite

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES?  :  beauty  mark  under  her  lips  ,  freckles  on  her  cheeks  ,  a  long  jagged  scar  on  her  hip  from  when  she  was  living  on  her  own.  

ANY HEALTH RELATED ISSUES?  :  not  really  ,  she  does  easily  bruise  though.          

PERSONALITY

there  is  little  elena  can  do  without  a  twinkle  of  mischief  in  her  eyes.  she  has  little  care  in  the  world  ,  or  at  least  she  tries  hard  at  making  it  appear  so.  she  radiates  warmth  to  whoever  dares  to  enter  her  orbit  ,  as  she  does  like  to  think  of  herself  as  the  sun.  arrogance  and  pride  are  not  strangers  to  elena  ,  and  she  often  wears  her  flaws  on  her  sleeves  ,  thinking  them  assets  rather  than  weaknesses.  though  ,  those  who  don’t  consider  elena  a  friend  may  think  otherwise.  she  likes  to  play  games  and  tease  her  friends.  there  truly  is  never  a  dull  moment  when  she’s  involved. 

on  the  flip  side  ,  elena  is  motivated  by  two  things  :  money  and  status.  her  ambition  clouds  her  mind  at  times  to  the  point  where  she  is  throwing  herself  into  situations  that  are  risky  and  sometimes  just  plain  stupid.  she  will  do  anything  to  keep  everyone’s  eyes  on  her.  the  only  time  she  feels  important  is  when  people  are  watching  her  or  talking  about  her  ,  otherwise  she  fears  what  would  happen  if  she  became  obsolete.  rather  than  risk  anonymity  ,  she  pulls  stunts  and  does  all  she  can  to  be  useful  to  others.  

left  alone  ,  elena  can  become  moody  and  melancholy.  she  hates  living  alone  and  sometimes  even  sleeping  alone  since  it  leaves  her  with  little  to  distract  her  from  the  reality  of  life.         

POSITIVE  TRAITS  :  clever  ,  playful  ,  warmhearted  ,  loyal  ,  vivacious  ,  welcoming  ,  protective  ,  ambitious  ,  passionate

NEGATIVE  TRAITS  :  selfish  ,  guileful  ,  manipulative  ,  impatient  ,  frivolous  ,  puckish  ,  attention  seeking  ,  reckless  ,  hedonistic             

ADDITIONAL  INFO

HER  BENEFACTOR  :  this  person  offers  elena  everything  she  desires  :  status  ,  money  and  purpose.  though  they  were  not  her  first  patron  ,  they  are  the  most  important.  they  fund  elena’s  travels  as  well  as  hire  her  consistently  for  events  and  parties  ;  sometimes  they  hire  her  just  for  their  own  listening  pleasure.  they  have  a  mutual  understanding  that  elena  is  using  them  for  their  wealth  and  they  are  using  elena  for  her  company.  pretty  open  ended  plot  that  can  turn  platonic  ,  romantic  ,  or  antagonistic. 

PARTNER  IN  CRIME  :  an  old  friend  she  knew  during  her  time  spent  traveling  solo.  they  lost  touch  but  reconnected  recently  as  if  nothing  has  ever  changed.  they  knew  elena  before  her  rise  to  fame  and  ground  her.  they  have  no  trouble  calling  her  out  when  she’s  acting  out.  this  person  is  also  one  of  the  few  people  elena   is  undoubtedly  loyal  to.  elena  feels  very protective  over  this  person  and  tries  to  help  them  out  in  any  way  she  can. 

ESTRANGED  FAMILY  :  hi  my  name  is  briana  and  i  thrive  off  of  complicated  family  bonds  alfjksldj  (  see  estranged  sibling  in  cecily’s  intro  ).  ANYWAY  elena’s  mother  was  a  member  of  a  minor  noble  house  in  the  northlands  ,  the  wards.  though  elena  typically  would  zero  in  on  any  connection  to  status  she  has  ,  she  is  standoffish  when  it  comes  to  her  distant  family.  she  feels  resentment  towards  them  for  cutting  off  her  mother  ,  as  well  as  not  coming  to  her  aid  when  she  was  left  alone.  perhaps  she  and  her  family  meeting  in  passing  and  they  have  no  idea  it’s  her  or  the  surname  taliesin  does  ring  a  bell  and  remind  them  of  a  disgraced  daughter  or  niece  or  cousin.  elena  surprisingly  wants  nothing  to  do  with  them  ,  but  this  connection  could  think  she  wanted  money  or  gifts  or  status.  angsty  shenanigans  ensues.   

SCORNED  EX  :  a  past  patron  who  elena  used  for  their  fair  amount  of  coin  and  status  as  a  noble.  the  two’s  professional  relationship  had  developed  into  a  romantic  one  ,  but  elena  spent  most  of  that  relationship  lying  about  her  feelings  for  the  other.  she  never  loved  them  but  did  feel  comfortable  ,  especially  since  the  other  was  providing  for  her.  ultimately  ,  elena  left  them  when  a  new  patron  offered  her  something  she  could  not  refuse.  i  imagine  her  ex  would  feel  bitter  towards  elena  and  if  they  were  to  ever  run  into  each  other  it  could  be  tense  or  even  hostile.

HISTORY

with  a  wicked  grin  ,  she  tells  people  she  was  born  from  the  sea  ,  a  daughter  of  a  sea  god  with  a  tale  to  tell.  the  mysterious  siren  ,  a  sought  after  bard  and  a  must  have  addition  to  any  party.  she  likes  the  simplicity  of  a  legendary  beginning  ,  so  farfetched  that  of  course  no  one  in  their  right  mind  would  believe  her.  and  in  the  same  breath  she  can  protect  her  past  and  herself  from  whatever  could  be  used  against  her.  besides  ,  her  past  is  disappointing  ,  ridden  with  boring  reality  and  misfortunes  that  elena  refuses  to  let  weigh  her  down.  

but  for  the  sake  of  transparency  ,  her  true  tale  goes  like  this  :  she  was  born  in  the  northlands  to  a  farmer  and  a  disgraced  noble.  her  village  of  freymore  was  small  and  not  that  important  but  she  loved  it.  she  spent  her  days  helping  her  father  with  the  crops  and  flowers  ,  often  picking  some  to  bring  home  to  her  mother  who  made  money  as  a  scribe  for  the  town.  her  mother  had  left  a  minor  noble  house  for  love  and  all  but  one  of  her  family  members  cut  ties  completely  with  her  —  the  one  being  her  sister  and  elena’s  aunt  ,  lady  penelope  ward.  it  was  her  mother  who  took  on  elena’s  education  ,  reserving  the  late  afternoons  into  evenings  to  teach  her  daughter  reading  and  writing  ,  but  most  importantly  ,  history.  her  mother  had  been  on  the  road  to  becoming  a  well  respected  scholar  in  her  field  before  she  left  her  home  for  rendon  taliesin.  she  did  not  do  it  for  prestige  ,  but  for  the  love  of  it  and  elena  inherited  that  passion  for  history  and  mythology.  

when  her  aunt  managed  to  steal  away  to  visit  she  would  bring  her  lute  and  stacks  upon  stacks  of  sheet music  to  the  taliesin  farmstead.  history  and  religion  lessons  were  postponed  so  that  aunt  penelope  could  teach  elena  music.  elena  took  to  singing  right  away  ,  often  carrying  the  tunes  from  lessons  over  to  work.  her  and  her  father  would  sing  in  the  orchards  as  they  plucked  fruit  from  the  trees.  the  lute  was  a  tougher  trick  to  learn  ,  the  strings  complicated.  by  the  time  she  was  eleven  ,  she  was  handling  it  fairly  well  and  her  aunt  was  thoroughly  impressed  —  mainly  by  her  own  teaching.  i  will  say  ,  elena  did  not  inherit  her  arrogance  from  her  parents.

her  childhood  was  sweet  and  truly  all  elena  could  ask  for  .  .  .  though  the  taliesins  did  struggle  financially.  the  northland  winters  were  cruel  ,  even  in  the  southern  most  part  of  the  kingdom.  it  was  not  an  easy  place  to  farm  ,  even  though  it  was  a  necessary  trade.  loans  were  taken  out  ,  as  many  as  possible  ,  to  get  the  family  through  the  harsh  months.  as  much  as  her  aunt  begged  her  family  to  help  elena  and  her  parents  ,  they  did  not  budge.  it  was  her  mother’s  stories  and  her  father’s  steady  support  that  kept  elena  optimistic  .  .  .  until  the  snow  melted  and  there  were  debts  to  be  paid.  

there  was  never  enough  money  ,  all  of  it  going  straight  to  the  lenders.  soon  it  became  too  much  for  the  family  —  her  father  was  taken  to  the  cells  underneath  the  ruling  family  of  the  region  for  his  unpaid  debt.  and  her  mother  ,  unable  to  support  elena  on  her  own  ,  begged  her  sister  to  take  her.  penelope  obliged  and  elena  left  her  home  and  family  behind  ,  never  knowing  when  she  would  see  them  again  ,  if  she  would  see  them  again.  

at  thirteen  she  was  living  in  the  northland  capital  with  her  aunt  ,  far  away  from  her  mother’s  family  for  her  own  safety.  her  aunt  continued  elena’s  studies  ,  music  lessons  quickly  becoming  her  favorite  as  the  tales  of  history  and  myth  never  sounded  right  coming  out  of  anyone’s  mouth  but  her  mother’s.  she  knew  a  life  of  comfort  in  mer  sereine  ,  something  she  was  unused  to  and  learned  to  relish.  she  distracted  herself  from  her  grief  with  pretty  things  whether  they  were  dresses  or  songs  or  ,  as  she  grew  older  ,  people.  

because  of  elena’s  gift  of  music  and  storytelling  ,  her  aunt  encouraged  her  to  train  as  a  bard  with  her  ,  as  she  was  a  former  instructor  of  a  bard  college.  she  did  not  have  a  traditional  education  after  agreeing  to  it  ,  instead  she  traveled  vailar  at  her  aunt’s  side  and  performed.  she  was  young  but  she  had  a  natural  talent  for  it  and  was  ready  to  set  out  on  her  own  when  she  turned  nineteen.  

her  first  solo  year  was  not  as  successful  as  elena  imagined  it  to  be.  she  spent  most  of  it  in  shitty  inns  but  when  her  money  ran  out  she  turned  to  a  less  savory  trade  —  stealing.  elena  refused  to  admit  her  failures  to  her  aunt  and  did  what  she  had  to  do  to  survive  while  traveling  ,  saying  that  when  it  would  pick  up  she  could  stop.  a  year  later  she  did  stop  when  she  landed  her  first  regular  patron  who  then  introduced  her  to  another  potential  patron  and  another  after  that.  things  seemed  to  be  falling  into  place  for  elena.  

though  there  were  dips  in  patronage  as  time  went  on  ,  elena  found  herself  becoming  a  fairly  well  known  and  wanted  bard.  as  she  delved  further  into  high  society  she  began  to  make  up  stories  about  her  past  so  to  keep  herself  a  mystery  ;  the  one  that  stuck  was  that  she  was  a  siren  cursed  to  walk  the  land  by  an  evil  sea  witch  (  this  is  not  the  plot  to  little  mermaid  don’t  @  me  alfjsdlkjf ).  

presently  ,  elena  is  entertaining  her  high  class  patrons  still  and  landing  illustrious  jobs  for  events.  she  has  quarters  at  an  inn  in  elysi  but  rarely  frequents  them  as  she  prefers  traveling  to  staying  home  alone.   

the  way  elena  conducts  business  is  .  .  .  interesting  to  say  the  least.  as  she  grows  more  popular  ,  she  becomes  greedier.  she  thrives  off  of  the  fame.  the  only  things  connecting  her  to  her  past  are  the  few  people  who  knew  her  as  she  was  before.  elena  is  attached  to  the  glitz  and  glamor  of  being  a  bard  and  attending  balls  and  galas.  she  has  lost  her  innocent  love  for  the  art.  she’s  not  above  flirting  or  playing  dirty  to  get  what  she  wants.  she’s  been  known  to  manipulate  people  and  use  them  for  their  status  or  wealth :)  she  has  no  boundaries  even  though  she  really  should.                                              

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ CUNK ON EVERYTHING / S –– Z always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

‘sausages are the only meat that can also be eaten by vegetarians.’

‘technically the sausage isn’t an animal, because it cannot feel pain.’

‘it’s impossible to make a sausage out of numbers.’

‘information comes into our bodies from outside and our brain analyses the information and turns it into understanding. or, if we’re hung over, it doesn’t bother doing that and instead sets off a load of sirens and alarms in our head.’

‘what are we meant to do about cups?’

‘bats have that sound thing that stops them bumping into caves.’

‘cats have a way of reading your magazine by sitting on it and absorbing the best bits through their arsehole.’

‘without our senses, human beings would be no better than bollards.’

‘sight is what boffins call using your eyes.’

‘i didn’t want to know that because now i’m scared spiders will crawl into it while i sleep.’

‘it’s handy that i’m the sort of person who sleeps with their eyes closed these days.’

‘dogs can smell loads better than humans, but only use it for evil.’

‘humans can feel a bit sick at a detail and depth that dogs and bats can only dream of.’

‘we invented corkscrew rollercoasters and jagerbombs to explore the very limits of feeling a bit sick.’

‘the sense of dread is another one that humans do best.’

‘don’t get me wrong, i like dogs, but they’re a bit of a one-sense-wonder.’

‘even though he’s been dead for thousands of years, we still talk about william shakespeare.’

‘a play was sort of film, but one you couldn’t pause unless you knew everyone in the cast and had a very loud voice.’

‘people in london only really liked beer and shouting and public hangings.’

‘they didn’t have guitars, they had moustaches.’

‘we don’t have exact figures, but his spending would suggest he was earning a shitload.’

‘dying on your birthday is a pisser for your family, who have to eat birthday cake with all tears in their eyes.’

‘we know it happened because a bystander took a painting of the event.’

‘thanks to sir george there are no dragons in england any more.’

‘the myth of the myth being nothing but a myth is nothing but a myth.’

‘inside everyone is another, scarier version of them, made out of bones.’

‘when skellingtons do a dance, you can hear xylophones. scientists still don’t know why.’

‘spotify won’t let you download crisps, even if you sign up for the premium account.’

‘some people say time is money. it isn’t, or coins would tick.’

‘is it a physical thing? is it alive? if it is alive, is it okay?’

‘the only thing we know for sure about time is that it’s slowly running out for us all.’

‘they’re like that, the french.’

‘hold onto your hats, especially if you’re a microscopic wizard.’

‘this is called dark maths.’

‘these days it’s hard to know what’s true and what isn’t.’

‘to this day, nobody knows what he was drinking.’

‘nobody knows how needy god is.’

‘are these trees real? are those trees real? what about love? or yorkshire pudding?’

‘what about me? how do i know if i’m real? for all i know, i might have been made up by someone for a laugh.’

‘when someone does an E then tells you you’re their best mate -- is that them lying or telling the truth?’

‘where does the truth go when it dies?’

‘in court, when you promise to tell the whole truth and all that, why do judges still dress like twats and nobody says?’

‘all americans have to carry at least one gun, and fire it into the air if a stranger comes into the saloon.’

‘they call their pavements ‘sidewalks’, which sort of sounds like a fun dance.’

‘no period in history has been so filled with knick-knacks. every victorian house was overflowing with shit.’

‘‘they were covered in spikes and liked to smash stuff, like sonic the hedgehog or keith from the prodigy.’

‘it was like inviting your burglar to move in upstairs.’

‘when exactly was it that viking women started singing opera in a metal bra until glasses exploded?’

‘sometimes, of course, the sky really loses its shit.’

‘for some reason you have to be highly qualified to get a job at the met office, even though it’s basically just guessing for a living.’

‘weeing is something we all prefer to do in private, except for men when they’re drunk.’

‘a fun mistake is to climb up a tree and wee down from there. i don’t recommend this, even if the bet reaches £10.’

‘history does not record what colour he actually painted his arse, if he painted it at all.’

‘nowadays you only see the bright colours of stained glass in traffic lights, a sad reminder that god is dead.’

‘it’s important to listen properly to the voice of young people, because if you don’t listen properly you can’t understand what the fuck they’re on about.’

‘the best definition of ‘young people’ is anyone whose date of birth makes you think ‘shit, i was drunk most of that year’.’

‘christians like turning up unannounced at front doors at all hours and trying it on to this day.’

[nyxelestia]

What I Didn’t Write in 2017

So thanks to a confluence of limited time and resources, I had to put a moratorium on starting any new fanfics. That said, I'm still getting plotbunnies. I've found that the process of writing out and talking about a fic is a surprisingly good way to get it out of my system.  

Hence, this tag/this series of the posts. Basically, a little bit about my plotbunnies, and what it was about them that intrigued me - whether it was a premise, a theme, or even just a particular scene or two.

(And if anyone finds themselves intrigued by an idea and wants to give it a shot, I absolutely encourage them! :D Please just make sure to drop me a line if you do.)

This particular post is over a year late, and I will be making a separate "what I didn't write in 2018" post soon enough.

Quick list:

Mermaid/Siren+Banshee!Lydia. Lydia as a Siren/Mermaid as well as a banshee (or rather, all three are the same creature at different "stages").

Accidental Mob Boss Scott. Scott gets mistaken by the FBI for a criminal prodigy and he kinda runs with it because reasons. :)

BBC Merlin "Crossover"/AU. The Core Four (Scott, Stiles, Allison, and Lydia) are reincarnations of the original medieval Core Four (Arthur, Merlin, Guinevere, and Morgana).

"Bitten!Melissa AU". Canon divergence from Season 1, where Stiles wasn't able to get to Melissa in time when she went on that date with Peter, and he Bit her.

Dark Scott/Deucalion fic. After Season 5, Scott starts sleeping with Deucalion in exchange for Deucalion taking some of his more traumatic memories involving his loved ones.

CSA!Survivor Scott. Rafael molested Scott, and everyone finds out because nogitusne. Scott still resents Rafael more for leaving him than for abusing him in the first place, but also still loves him - so he tries to protect his father from all his friends.

Boyd/Malia, bonding over their guilt about being responsible for their little sisters' deaths, and finding a new family in their pack (and each other).

bb!Scott and Stiles brushing up against the supernatural. "I've got a prompt for you, Can you write a story about Scott and Stiles as kids exploring/getting in trouble in Beacon Hills with a bit of supernatural throwed in because it's Beacon hills but they don't really realise it ?"

Sheriff Stilinski as a LEAP Officer. How that influences him being a police officer to such a crazy town as Beacon Hills, and how that's why he encouraged Stiles to become a detective/go the FBI route instead.

Expansions and elaborations below the cut.

1.) Mermaid/Siren+Banshee!Lydia. Lydia as a Siren/Mermaid as well as a banshee (or rather, all three are the same creature at different "stages").

All right, so we already know that many of the supernatural creatures and shapeshifters have multiple shapes - i.e. the werewolves have their largely human shape, their somewhat monstrous shape, and then some change into a wolf or coyote altogether. It's also mentioned that the kanima has another stage of development in which it has wings - and honestly, put wings on the kanima, you basically get a small dragon. We also see that most of the legends are heavily distorted, but with grains of truth to them, and sometimes the different legends get mixed up.

What if banshees are the same way?

We know she has psychic capabilities - which extend well beyond merely detecting people's deaths, as we see in the later seasons. We also see that her voice is her power, giving her powers far beyond what banshees have in legend...but coming awfully close to certain other legends. i.e. Lydia uses her voice to "call people's names" and draw people forward - almost like what sirens and other "water women" in myths (most typically associated with sound, singing, and seduction) also do.

Additionally, what was Lydia and Lorraine's favorite fairytale? The Little Mermaid.

This one, I never wrote because it was more of a headcanon or concept idea, rather than any actual plot or story. I might still incorporate this into another AU entirely. But tl;dr, banshees are just mermaids (and/or sirens) whilst on dry land, so along with being a banshee, Lydia is actually a mermaid.

2.) Accidental Mob Boss Scott. Scott gets mistaken by the FBI for a criminal prodigy and he kinda runs with it because reasons. :)

This one is actually still in the works with @liveandletrain, but it's still mostly a collection of ideas without much plot yet, and it was planned in 2017 but it's now 2018 2019, so it's on this list.

The gist of it is, take a look at all the mayhem in Beacon Hills from the perspective of the FBI. In particular, take a look at Scott McCall. There is all this violence and chaos - and Scott seems to be at the center of it, time and again. There seems to be a long history of violence and bad blood between the Hale and Argent families, for no discernible reason - and yet Scott swoops in and suddenly it gets resolved, with the descendants of those two families making peace with each other, and apparently even working together?

FBI eventually concludes that this must all be secret mob activity, and Scott is some kind of evil teenage prodigy that somehow managed to take over these two different mobs in high school. They start stalking the McCall Pack in an effort to figure this out - and now the pack has to balance preserving the secret of the supernatural, with keeping their own asses out of jail. Clearly, the answer is to actually pretend that they're a mob, without doing so in a way that creates evidence.

They...have a little too much fun pretending to be in a mob. If you don't believe me, I ask you to imagine asking Corey and Mason to be pretend mob henchmen.

3.) BBC Merlin "Crossover"/AU. The Core Four (Scott, Stiles, Allison, and Lydia) are reincarnations of the original medieval Core Four (Arthur, Merlin, Guinevere, and Morgana).

To be honest, I don't have much more thought behind this than that. I noticed some parallels and ran with them, and I might still make a gifset or something out of this. I just had this idea that everything we see in Beacon Hills is just a "dress rehearsal"/precursor to something far bigger and deeper, something that's going to change the world - a change that will be spearheaded by the original Core Four. But we don't see that yet, we just see what they're up to as kids just warming up for the real deal.

Scott and Arthur are both leaders who have to contend with a lot of warfare, lies, and manipulation, but try to rise above them -- instead striving for peace and diplomacy, though with mixed results. They will both battle if they have to, and their proficiency gives them the capability to end wars. But, while they sure always end fights, they never start them.

Stiles and Merlin are, of course, their best friends and confidantes...and the ones occasionally willing to do their "dirty work" so to speak. I had two ideas, one is that Stiles inherits Merlin's powerful magic...and the other that Stiles isn't magical at all/is no more powerful than any other given Emissary like Deaton. He's just a regular ol' Emissary, because magical power is not his power, what makes him particularly powerful. But things like a certain level of suspicion to counteract their leading friends' whole heartedness, and doing "under the table" work to supplement their friends' best efforts. The kind of magic Merlin had is not all that necessary or helpful in the modern era, but just about everything else about Merlin is, and Stiles has them in spades.

Allison and Guinevere are both beautiful women, but also warriors in their own right - and on top of that, both of them make weapons, too! Ironically, I originally paralleled Allison to Guinevere purely for them both being leaders (Allison as the Argent Matriarch, Guinevere as the Queen of Camelot), and for the fact they both forged weapons/made weapons. I then remembered they both had a relationship with the other leader/the king. XD

Lydia and Morgana can both, in their own ways, see the future. They both also had their early stories marked by people lying to them and manipulating them, and people constantly trying to use them. They both had a somewhat sororal relationship with "the king" (Lydia being somewhat sisterly to Scott, and Morgana being Arthur's half-sister) and to "the queen" (Lydia being Allison's best friend, and Morgana once being Guinevere's best friend).

4.) "Bitten!Melissa AU". Canon divergence from Season 1, where Stiles wasn't able to get to Melissa in time when she went on that date with Peter, and he Bit her.

I didn't really have a plot for this, it was just a neat idea. What would change about the ending of Season 1 if Melissa had also become a werewolf? And the rest of the show after it?

The most significant idea I had was that Scott, still believing Derek's claim that they have to kill the alpha who turned them, would realize this means they can't both be cured. In his desperation, he would likely finally cave in and go to the Argents - especially if he finally told Melissa everything, and she assumed that Derek's claims (and the limited conclusive evidence he presented) were exaggerated or unfounded.

The Argents would probably still be quite hostile to Scott and Melissa, but also a little more sympathetic if made to see them both as victims, neither of them willing werewolves and both seeking a cure. They wouldn't have one, but since most of the Argents at least try to stick to the Code, they wouldn't just murder the McCalls on the post.

...except for Kate, who they still don't know really DID murder the Hale pack, despite their innocence. >:)

5.) Dark Scott/Deucalion fic. After Season 5, Scott starts sleeping with Deucalion in exchange for Deucalion taking some of his more traumatic memories involving his loved ones.

Slightly dark AU in which Scott desperately wants to get rid of certain memories - not of the people who he hates hurting him, but of the people he loved hurting him. Ranging from Derek's attacks on him to Allison hunting him down to Stiles' lashing, Scott's been hurt by the people he loves one too many times. Rather than try to do the healthy thing and address those traumas, he figures he might as well take a silver lining in being a werewolf, and manipulate memory - in this case, his own. Especially since he records a video diary of what happened or writes it down, so it's not like he's trying to pretend it never happened - he's only erasing the trauma itself.

Of course, it turns out an alpha can't take their own memory away, so he has to find another alpha to do it for him...and the only one willing to do this is Deucalion.

And he's not gonna do it for free.

6.) CSA!Survivor Scott. Rafael molested Scott, and everyone finds out because nogitusne. Scott still resents Rafael more for leaving him than for abusing him in the first place, but also still loves him - so he tries to protect his father from all his friends.

I ended up not writing this for my mental health/personal reasons, but I actually outlined this entire thing. The nogitsune, when it needs to buy itself some time, distracts everyone by revealing Stiles' long-standing suspicions about Rafael to everyone. Of course, it doesn't significantly change things at the time, save one way: Allison's last plan, made in the car with Derek and her dad on their way to Oak Creek, was to try to find evidence to get Rafael imprisoned for what he did to Scott, and to do so without having to tell Scott what they were doing.

And then she died, but Chris and Isaac are determined to carry out her last mission - even against Scott's wishes - and Derek, finally coming to terms with what Kate did to him, agrees to help. Scott insists that this is between him and his father, and it should be up to him to decide whether or not to forgive Raf or press charges, right? The only one who agrees with him is Lydia - though she argues if there are other victims, they should have the same right. So, Scott brokers a deal - if his friends find evidence that Raf ever hurt a single other kid, Scott would press charges to get the investigation rolling, but if they didn't, they let it drop.

Unfortunately for everyone, they never did find such evidence, nor are they willing to just drop it. They're a step away from just killing Raf to be safe, and Scott has no idea what to do...until someone reveals that this was Allison's last mission, and her effort to protect Scott, or at least get justice for him. Scott walks into the police station himself, after that, with not just an accusation, but video evidence - which it turns out he'd had the whole time, and held onto because he wanted to protect his dad.

7.) Boyd/Malia, bonding over their guilt about being responsible for their little sisters' deaths, and finding a new family in their pack (and each other).

Everyone lives AU, and also one of those premises without a plot. Mostly, I liked the idea of Boyd and Malia bonding because they both felt responsible for the deaths of their little sisters.

Malia doesn't know how Boyd can stand working at the ice rink she went missing in - until she realizes he has held onto that job despite all the supernatural-induced inconsistency due to the rink owners' guilt, and Boyd uses his position to make sure no creeps ever harm a child again. It's too late for him to save his own sister, but he can make sure there's never another case like that again.

Meanwhile, Malia never stops regularly visiting the crashed car where her mother and sister died, preserving the doll she leaves there in remembrance. It's with Boyd's support that she finally tells her dad the whole truth, and indeed he doesn't take it well at first. But he eventually comes to realize that it wasn't Malia's fault, how much she regrets it, and how she was the one taking care of their death site all these years. Boyd helps Malia make a new, proper roadside memorial/grave for her mom and sister.

8.) bb!Scott and Stiles brushing up against the supernatural. "I've got a prompt for you, Can you write a story about Scott and Stiles as kids exploring/getting in trouble in Beacon Hills with a bit of supernatural throwed in because it's Beacon hills but they don't really realise it ?"

This was a prompt, which I promptly lost and sadly am not getting back to because I don't even remember what the prompt was for/from in the first place. In retrospect, that means it probably wasn't an event? IDK

But basically, wolf!Talia's POV taking a relaxing stroll through the forest when she comes across a dog whose leash is tangled in a bush. It takes a bit of cowing to get the dog to hold still, but she's able to untangle the dog and release it, whereby it runs back towards two little boys who are clearly looking for a "Roxy", shouting around in the woods like that.

Boys and dog are reunited, though Talia is a little worried that two unsupervised boys made it this deep into the woods, and she realizes they must've given their parents the sleep. So, she gives a nice, theatrical growl, that scares the boys right back to their parents' sides where they belong.

All in a day's good work.

9.) Sheriff Stilinski as a LEAP Officer. How that influences him being a police officer to such a crazy town as Beacon Hills, and how that's why he encouraged Stiles to become a detective/go the FBI route instead.

This was more of a headcanon than any kind of plotbunny, and thus absent of plot, I'm not writing a dedicated fic for it. But the idea is that Sheriff Stilinski is a member of LEAP - formerly Law Enforcement Against Prohibition, and nowadays Law Enforcement Action Partnership. Basically, it's a group of cops, judges, and other law enforcement officials who advocate for community based and less-/non-violent policing.

The group was originally founded by police officers who saw the War on Drugs as needlessly creating more violence and solving almost nothing in relation to drugs. They wanted to end drug prohibition, seeing it as a source of violence and a waste of police resources. They've since expanded to ..."improving police-community relations, reducing and finding alternatives to incarceration, improving access to harm reduction services, ending the War on Drugs, and global issues.".

So how is this relevant? Well, the focus on this kind of policing is about expanding public safety - and not on "justice"/arrest and incarceration. Community comes first, and arresting people is not nearly as important as reducing recidivism. In other words, it's a kind of policing which puts "help the people" first...and "catch the bad guys" last. This certainly goes against the typical image of policing, doesn't it? But while this does change law enforcement priority, both are necessary.

The fic was basically about the Sheriff telling Stiles that he'll make a great detective one day...which is exactly why he shouldn't be a cop. A cop is someone who sticks around in their community and focuses mostly on helping and protecting good guys. Analyzing messy situations, finding bad guys, and taking them down, that's not really a big part of police work - and ideally, the least amount of police work. He thinks Stiles should focus on being a detective, with someone like the FBI, where their entire job is hunting down bad guys (rather than protecting and serving the people).

Given how much Stiles has idealized himself as a beat cop, it's a tough conversation to have - but a necessary one, because putting someone who sees bad guys everyone into the metaphorical blue shirt is a recipe for police brutality. He thinks Stiles has great skills - he just wants to make sure those skills get put to use in the right place, and the streets ain't it.

[queen-scribbles]

All the questions for whichever origin applies :) (I'm sorry I'm not super familiar with your characters!)

(Rahna) TABRIS:

What was Tabris’ relationship with their family like? (Cyrion, Adaia, Shianni, Soris…)

She doesn’t really remember Adaia all that well(which bothers her more than she admits), She loves her father but wishes he was a little less…. complacent. She and Shianni get along great, they’re fond of the whole teasing-insults-that-sound-real-to-other-people as a means of showing affection with each other. She and Soris get along pretty great(even if he is sort of the reason she’s claustrophobic)

How did Tabris handle being told of their arranged marriage?

She… wasn’t thrilled, but she knows lots of people who have happy marriages even though they were arranged., so she didn’t protest too much. Just rolled her eyes a little at the whole “We don’t wanna seem like troublemakers so don’t mention the weapon training, k?”

How did Tabris react to meeting their betrothed?

Oh, meeting Nelaros definitely made her way more okay with the getting married thing. (She still has the ring. Even years later.) He’s so sweet and seems like such a nice guy, but also doesn’t just take Vaughan’s crap. She was actually looking forward to marrying him before… y’know.

Did Tabris have any knowledge or ideas about the Dalish? Did they believe they were real, or a myth?

She knew vaguely that they existed, but no real details. Did believe they were real, though.

Did Tabris stop to talk with the children playing? If so, how did they handle the children saying they didn’t know any elven heroes?

No, she didn’t, because she was my first time through the Tabris origins and I missed it. >.>

How did Tabris respond to Vaughn harassing the elven women? To he and his men crashing the wedding?

Straight up told him to knock it off and leave them alone//”I’ll kill you if you touch us”//cheered Shianni on when she bottled the bastard

If Tabris was kidnapped, what was their plan before Soris showed up? 

Kill everyone in the way and get them all out as unharmed as possible(and then Nola got killed pretty much straight off the bat, which only made her angrier).

Did Tabris kill Vaughn or accept his money? Why?

Oh, bitch, he dead. And it was extra great cuz she got the dual-weapon finishing move where you stab your opponent in the gut and then cut off their head. She was very satisfied.

What was growing up in the alienage like for Tabris? How did they feel about having to leave?

Growing up in the Alienage for Rahna meant a large importance on family, sometimes going hungry bc there wasn’t enough, and a slowly built and reinforced distrust for human nobility(I’m honestly kind of shocked at how fast she and Nate bonded in DAA)

How did Tabris feel about returning to the alienage, and finding slavery?

*KILL BILL SIRENS*

(Trinne) AMELL:

Did Amell have any memories of their life before the Circle? If so, what of? If not, how did they feel about not knowing where they’re from?

OH, yeah. Trinne was eight–almost nine–when the templars took her, so she remembers her parents(she was a Daddy’s Girl, through and through) and her sisters really well. She has lots of memories playing with her sisters, her father teaching her constellations, her mother attempting to tame her hair, etc etc 

What was Amell’s relationship with Jowan like? What did they think of the revelation of him being a blood mage?

Oh, best friends isn’t even strong enough. Trinne and Jowan are basically family in every sense but blood(and actually, Modern AU he is her brother via adoption). The single fastest way to make her angry is go after Jowan, whether that be just insults or physically attacking him. And he’s defensive of her right back, she just… needs it less. She beats people up for calling him names, he lies to keep her out of trouble and keeps her from being too impulsive as much as he can. She has mixed feelings about the blood mage reveal, those mixed feelings being AWESOME and WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!?! She’s hurt he lied to her, but she doesn’t view blood magic as being as evil as the Chantry teaches(entropy mage; she’s put a lot of thought into this stuff “Why is THAT bad but not THIS?”, so that didn’t bother her as much.)

How prepared was Amell for their Harrowing?

She was pretty prepared, star pupil and all that. Still just barely managed to figure out Mouse’s game in time.

What was Amell’s reaction to first entering the Fade?

She thought it was pretty neat, if a tad disorienting. Adjusted pretty quickly to the concept of her will making things Real and ran with it.

Did Amell believe in “Mouse?” What did they think of his story?

Of my mages, Trinne’s the most comfortable with her skill level and least self-effacing, so he almost got her with his combo of “Woe is me” and “You’re so powerful and strong, surely you can succeed!”

How did Amell feel about living in the Circle?

Jowan and picking on the templars were the only things that made life bearable. Oh, and books. She loves to read, especially history, so the most common place to find her was the library.

Did Amell favour a particular Fraternity? What did they think about Circle politics in general?

She usually tried to keep out of Circle politics, but if you forced her to picked, she’d probably come down somewhere between Aequitarians and Libertarians, leaning a bit more toward the latter. 

How did Amell feel about working with tranquil mages?

She sees Tranquility as being just as much an abomination as anything any demon can do to a mage; stripping them of their free will and turning them into an obedient puppet. She and Jowan would both rather die than be Tranquil, so even after everything goes to hell in the Origins, even when she’s mad and hurt that he lied to her, she’s never, ever sorry she helped him escape that. Not for a second. And she’s not shy about admitting that either.

Did Amell decide to help Jowan and Lily, or did they tell Irving of their plans? Why?

Oh, she helped Jowan and Lily. No arm-twisting or anything required. She did check with Irving that they were really planning to make Jowan Tranquil, got really mad when the reason “Oh, yeah, someone told Greagoir he’s a blood mage” (I mean, he is a blood mage, but she didn’t know that, and the fact they were going to make Jowan Tranquil because of what was to her just hearsay infuriated her), and is therefore extremely defiant about helping them.

How did Amell feel about returning to the Circle, and seeing it in chaos?

It broke her heart and made her want to throw up and if Uldred had still been Uldred instead of a demon’s plaything, she probably would’ve thrown him off the top of the tower and prayed he bounced as many times as possible on the way down.

(Gabriel) ANDRAS (AWAKENING):

What was the warden’s life like prior to joining the order? Under what circumstances did they join?

Gabriel’s family(Parents, him, and younger brother Remy) were servants to one of the more decent chevaliers(I know that’s not saying much. He didn’t beat them, they were fed and had a roof, his sister actually was the one who taught Gabriel to read). Gabriel picked up some moves watching the guards/soldiers spar and practiced in what little free time he had, developed a rogue-influenced warrior fighting style(he’s a berserker/champion/spirit warrior in game). Long, LONG story short, a Grey Warden saw him fighting and was impressed with his skill–even more so upon learning he was essentially self-taught–and Conscripted him,

How did the warden react to being made Warden-Commander and sent to a new country?

Surprised, tbh. He was still a relatively new Warden at the time of the Blight and its aftermath; so he’d expected some with more Warden experience would get command. The new country bit didn’t bother him much; he’s always wanted to travel. 

What did the warden say in return to Empress Celene presenting them with new armour, upon their departure?

He doesn’t (I don’t) remember :P

What was the warden’s first impression of Ferelden?

Well, it was raining, so cold, wet, and lots of green and brown

How did the warden handle the negative backlash to their Orlesian nationality?

Honestly, he’s just glad they’re focusing on that rather than calling him “rabbit” and telling him to go make supper.

[gaiyofanfiction]

Rare Blood (2)

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 (Final)

Vampire Prince!Yoo Kihyun x Siren!Reader

Much angst, maybe fluff

Vampire world!AU

A/N: Hey everyone! We are so thankful for all our followers and everyone loving our stories! We are proud to present our new story, Rare Blood! It’s a Vampie AU. We’ve been wanting to write a vampire story for so long, so hopefully you all like it! Here’s the first chapter, enjoy!

Disclaimer: This store is pure fiction. Yoo Kihyun and the rest of Monsta X are the sweetest creatures on this earth, we know they would never do anything to harm or manipulate anyone.

Trigger warning: Mentions of abuse for right now. Maybe something else in the future.

Chapter 2:

You toss and turn on the hard stone floor of your cell. You've slept in some pretty uncomfortable circumstances but this by far has to be the worse. It wouldn't be a surprise if you had back problems after this.

You're not sure how long you had been kept in that cell but it was long enough to have fallen asleep. The longer you're in here, the deeper your hatred for the prince goes. Suddenly you hear a jingle of keys and the cell door unlocking. You sit up and rub your eyes.

“Get up and put this on,” the guard throws an article of clothing at you. “The Prince wants to see you in his quarters immediately. Follow me.”

You stand up on wobbly legs and walk towards the guard. You've been wanting to try out your powers on lesser vampires. Once you make it to the guard your head snaps up, eyes boring into his. Your eye color changes to crystal blue and your voice turns melodic.

“Well hello. You’re going to walk into this cell and I will lock you in.” The guard gets a glazed look on his face and walks right into the cell, closing the door behind him. You stick your hand through the bars. “Now give me the keys.” He drops the keys in your outstretched hand without hesitation. You then lock the guard into the cell. Your eyes turn back to their normal color, breaking the spell.

The guard shakes his head, ridding himself of the glazed look. He glares and snarls at you, revealing two fangs. “When I get my hands on you…” he threatens.

You giggle. “I doubt that'll be happening any time soon.”

The guard shakes the cell bars and spits at you. “I can't believe The Prince would ever want anything to do with you, filthy human. I hope he kills you.”

You smirk and wink. “I wouldn't know, I won't be here much longer to find out.” You turn your back and walk towards the door, your two fingers up. “Peace.”

The guards cries become more faint the further you go. 'Alright, Y/N. Time to get serious.’ You quietly but quickly make your way through the castle hallways. Fortunately it seems to still be light outside, so most of the staff will be in their quarters. You praise your good luck so far.

You hear footstep coming towards you. Panic starts to rise as you look around to find somewhere to hide. You glance down a darker hallway. Immediately you dart down the dark hallway to get away from the person coming.

Before you could get very far, you run into a wall. You fall back, hitting your head on the floor. Your vision goes blurry for a second. Shaking your head you get rid of the dizziness but you instantly feel a sharp pain. Putting a hand to your head, you feel wetness. 'Shit, I'm bleeding! In a vampire castle!’

“Well doesn't that smell enticing.”

You freeze at the deep voice coming from in front of you. You look up to see it wasn't a wall you had hit, but a very well-built male vampire.

“What's your name, little human?”

You stand up on shaky legs. “W-who wants to know?”

The vampire smirks, “the name is Shownu. I'm one of the prince’s cousins.”

Holding your bleeding head you say, “n-nice to meet you. Well, I should get going now.” You go to turn around but he grabs your arm.

“Ah ah, not so fast. Maybe we should get to know each other a little first.” He looks down at your wrist, his eyebrows raising when he notices your tattoo. “Well, look what we have here. A member of the X Clan? So it's not just a myth.” He pulls you closer, making you wince. “I would love to have a taste of your blood, I'm so hungry.” He grins, his fangs elongating.

You would try to compel him but you know your magic doesn't work on the Monsta Clan. Instead you whimper and close your eyes, waiting for that initial pain.

“Hey, what is the meaning of this!”

Both of your heads snap up as you hear an all too familiar voice behind you. You slowly turn to see the Prince himself, looking none too happy.

“Oh, Kihyun. I just had found a human walking around the castle. By your facial expression, it seems that you know about her?”

Suddenly you feel Kihyun's presence right behind you. Kihyun puts a cold hand on your shoulder, glaring at Shownu. “It's Your Highness to you. And yes, I do. This human has been dedicated as my personal feeder. No one is allowed to touch her or else consequences shall ensue.”

Shownu takes a step back and bows. “As you wish, Your Highness. I apologize for any boundaries that were crossed.” He turns on his heel and retreats back into the dark hallway.

Now you're standing alone with the vampire Prince. You were about to thank him for saving you, but then realized the only reason you needed saving was because you tried to run away.

You slowly turn around with a guilty half smile on your face. “Heh, hi. I was just about to come to your room, Prince Kihyun.”

He raises an eyebrow, “is that right? Then why are you walking the opposite direction from my quarters?”

“I didn't know where it was, so as I was looking for it, I bumped into him.”

Kihyun nods slowly. “Uh-huh, and what happened to the guard I sent down to retrieve you? He was supposed to show you where to go.”

“O-oh, I'm not sure. He was walking behind me on the way up and suddenly he wasn't there.” You come up with quickly.

“Oh?” His voice darkens slightly. “Is that why he was locked in your cell while you were gone?”

'Shit! I didn't think he'd actually go down there!’

“U-um,” you try to look anywhere that wasn't him. But his hypnotic gaze catches your eyes. “I'm sorry?” You squeal.

He narrows his eyes at you and grabs your wrist. “I'm sure you are.” He looks directly into your eyes. His eyes turn gold and his voice becomes smooth and deep. “You will come to my quarters at once. Don't you dare try to run away again, girl.”

You gulp in fear of what might happen next, but you can’t control your body when he has you in his trance.

Closing the door behind him he throws you the clothing that was given to you before. His eyes turn back to normal and you can move freely once again.

“I’m sure you know how to change your clothes. Don’t make me make you.” He turns around with his arms crossed.

‘Hm, sometimes he’s not always that bad… Oh goodness, Y/N, do you hear yourself right now!?’ You shake your head and look at the article of clothing.

“Woah, hold on. A dress? Look, I’m not your doll to play dress-up with.”

Though his back still remains turned, you start to feel your body stripping your clothes.

“Alright, alright! I’ll put it on. Just… Turn that off. Yeesh.”

You quickly undress and start to put the dress on. It was a long sleeved red velvet dress that draped just below your knees.

Prince Kihyun turns around claps his hands together. “Ah, splendid. Now, just the final touches.”

He walks up to you and you flinch. “Steady, my child.”

Reaching for your hands he dawns them with black laced gloves. Next he walks behind you, your body jerking to attention. “H-hey, what are you doing?”

He sighs, “calm down, I’m just putting on this necklace.” The necklace was made up of different sized droplets of a beautiful blood red color. You look into the mirror before you, watching him fit you with the necklace. ‘Hm, how fitting. I’ll admit, it is pretty.’

He stood before you and motions for you to sit at the edge of his bed. The sheets were a dark red satin; you couldn’t help but run your fingers over the smooth sheets.

Prince Kihyun paced the room. “Now listen, girl. Now that I have chosen you to be my feeder, it is tradition that I present you to the Royal Family and Counsel. The King and Queen will inspect you. Call it… ‘quality assurance’. If they approve, you will be given the jeweled collar. It will signify that you are contractually mine, and any others that dare take you, hurt you, or try to feed on you will suffer terrible consequences.”

“A-and… If I’m not approved, what then?”

He stops pacing and swiftly moves across the room without lifting a foot placing his face just inches away from yours. An evil grin plagues his face. “We will drain every last bit of your blood for safekeeping, and sell your body as scraps to what we call stragglers. Just a bunch of deranged, homeless vampires who will suck the blood of any human despite any possible risks of tainted blood. They’re also savages. At times they will eat human meat.”

You become pale and dizzy from all this being thrown at you, but you get yourself together. Clearing your throat you ask, “so what was the point of telling me all this?”

Suddenly he disappears and reappears behind your back with his fangs fully extended and pressed against your neck. He hissed so loud it was almost deafening.

Licking your neck with his snake-like tongue you shriek. “It is quite simple my dear. You will be escorted, presented, and act as my feeder by will.”

You hear his fangs being retracted and your racing heart starts to calm down. “W-what do you mean?”

“Stupid girl. Most feeders aren’t warned or prepared for such an event. Much of the time they’re escorted in chains and have to be under a spell when being fed off of. This will not be the case when I, Prince Kihyun, present my well-behaved and obedient slave of a feeder.”

You try to comprehend all that he has said. ‘Basically make him look good and I’ll live, or get revenge and possibly get killed… Honestly, tough choice.’

Since you knew the chances of making an escape were slim, you decided to go along with his plans. “Fine, only if I get to sleep in a decent bed tonight. The uneven stone floor killed my back.”

He nods, “very well, I don’t see why not. However, you must hold up your end of the bargain.”

Rolling your eyes you nod.

“Still, it is custom for the feeder to be brought into the ceremony hall chained. I will unchain you later. Till then, we must make do.”

“Just make this quick,” you grumble.

Two henchmen entered the room to cuff your wrists and ankles and escort you with Prince Kihyun in front of the line. Eventually you all made it to a tall, golden double door. It was crusted with ruby red jewels.

“I shall enter first. My men will bring you in when it is time.” Prince Kihyun entered the double doors and quickly closed them behind him.

You were starting to become anxious. Worried that there is still a chance the Royal Family and Counsel doesn’t approve of you and this could be the end.

All of a sudden it was time. The men yanked the chains and pull you through the golden double doors. You were amazed by the massive hall. Though it was very dark, the room was slightly lit by candles along the walls. The candles creepily illuminated the paintings and tapestries giving off eerie vibes.

The men followed the long strip of dark red carpet which lead to the Royal Family and Counsel. Each person sat in an elegant throne with their dark, beady eyes staring down at you. Prince Kihyun stood next to the King and Queen.

You gulp and start to shake making the chains rattle.

One of the Counsel’s men began to speak. “Today we are gathered here to witness the tradition that our ancestors once carried out. It is customary that once the Prince reaches adulthood, he must choose a feeder that will serve him. The feeder must pass the judgement of the Royal Family and the Counsel. If otherwise, the feeder will be drained of their blood, and tossed to the stragglers.”

You feel faint as your knees become weak. ‘I think I’m going to pass out. What the hell do I do!?’

He continues, “without further ado, let us commence with the presentation.”

Silence rid the hall. You didn’t understand what was going on.

Suddenly Prince Kihyun spoke, “men, release her chains.”

The Royal Family and Counsel gasped.

“My son, are you mad? That thing can go rogue!” The Queen says in fear.

“Mother dearest, trust me. I believe what you are about to witness, will have you all in awe.”

He starts to walk towards you while the men released you of the shackles. You stood there, still and silent. Prince Kihyun stood behind you with one hand over your right shoulder.

He became smug. “I present to you my prime selection. This feeder was part of the notorious X Clan and carries the blood of a siren.”

All gasp again in amazement. ‘God, this is seriously weird.’

“I have chosen her as my specimen because of her impeccable quality and willingness to feed.”

Whispers filled the hall as the the Royal Family and Counsel looked at each other with confusion.

Another one of the Counsel’s men speaks, “please proceed with the first feeding.”

You start to feel a tight grip from Prince Kihyun’s hand on your right shoulder which made you wince.

He secretly whispers in your ear, “do as you’re told, slave.”

The word ‘slave’ triggered your PTSD and ultimately, your anger towards him. You’ve been kept so long by others that have tortured you that you couldn’t bear to handle it again. Why were you letting this man keep you like this?!

You grunt and push him aside. This display made the Royal Family and Counsel giggle.

Prince Kihyun looked like he was about to kill you as his eyes started to turn gold again. However, they returned to normal. ‘Is he… giving me a chance?’

Quickly outweighing the pros and cons again, you did what you thought you couldn’t have done. You bowed to the Royal Family and Counsel and got back up.

All was quiet again. You looked to Prince Kihyun and gave him a nod. He slowly walked up to you and tilted your head. His cold hand ran along the skin on your neck. Once again his sharp fangs were pressed against your skin.

Before you knew it his fangs sunk into the side of your neck. You didn’t scream. It was painful, but you felt his warm lips and wet tongue too. ‘W-why… does this feel… so good?’

The feeling didn’t last long as Prince Kihyun finished and retracted his fangs. You make a small whimper as the feeling disappears. Prince Kihyun’s lips twitch but he ignores you and looked to the Royal Family and Counsel for approval.

They whispered amongst themselves before coming to a verdict. The King and Queen stood up.

A loud and deep voice filled the room as the King spoke. “Based on today’s presentation and the feeding we have come to this conclusion.”

Then the Queen spoke. “Prince Kihyun, we approve your choice. With this decision it is now law of the land that no other is to touch your feeder nor feed from your feeder.”

A henchmen presented Prince Kihyun a black collar studded with rubies. He took it and placed it around your neck. Suddenly a red glow was given off from the collar, but disappeared. ‘What the heck was that?’

The Prince gave his final words, “your decision has given me great gratitude. I can assure you that your decision will bear no ill consequences. I shall make you all proud.” He bows and disappears.

The two henchmen shackle you again and escort you back to Prince Kihyun’s room. He reappears before your very eyes and backhands your cheek. You fall and yelp in pain.

“What was that for? I did what you had asked!”

He got down on his knees and held your neck with a tight grip. “You did not. You embarrassed me! How dare you make a mockery of me!”

You felt your air supply starting to cut off as you gasped for air. You pleaded for mercy.

He threw you to the floor. “Mark my words, Y/N. Try me once again, and it will be the end of you.”

‘Looks like I’m sleeping on the cold stone floor tonight.’ You curl up on the floor of his room, doing everything in your power not to cry yourself to sleep.

[Masterlist]

[yaz-the-spaz]

7-7-7 Writing Challenge

The rules: go to page 7 of your WIP (work in progress), go to the seventh line, share seven sentences, and tag 7 more writer-bloggers to continue the challenge.

omg lol so @doveziam re-tagged me cause she’s evil lmao jk but this time i’m posting three snippets so none of y’all can re-tag me again (i hope lol) :P

(From my ot5 roadies/servant!liam au:)

“And where exactly is he supposed to sleep?”[Louis says]

Harry shrugs sheepishly. “I was thinking maybe we could make up the couch.”

“So we’re just gonna let some stranger who came to us by way of box sleep on our couch? Oh, well, that’s just fine, that’s brilliant, Harold! Why don’t we just invite the homeless drug-addict couple from down the road to stay here too, and the stray cat that lives in the alley! I’m sure they’d be wonderful house-guests, don’t you think?”

(From my sex pollen ziam au:)

Liam pouts, frustrated that Zayn doesn’t believe him and that he’s no longer as close as he was a few moments ago and Zayn starts to pull away again, saying, “This is ridiculous,” but Liam pulls him right back down, tucking his face into Zayn’s neck and breathing him in.

“Liam, you’re high…or whatever this is,” Zayn says, pulling away a third time and gesturing at Liam’s prone form. Then, a little gentler, “If you still want this when you’re sober and back to yourself, I’ll be here, okay? But…not like this.”

He gets up, ambling over to his dresser where he starts to pull out clean clothes and Liam whimpers as the heat suddenly comes rushing back in full force. His skin feels like it’s boiling, like someone doused him in gasoline and lit a match and the fire is slowly crawling over him, engulfing him. He writhes on the bed, trying to rub any exposed skin he can against the cool duvet but it doesn’t help. It only makes the feeling worse until it feels like every part of him that’s touching something starts to hurt, to burn with a fierce heat that’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before.

(From my original fic about an angsty gay teen incubus who hates being an incubus; *Ian is the main character, Theo is his step-brother just to avoid confusion:)

[Theo doesn’t know much about incubi,] having spent most of his life living with his Siren mother until she died three years ago and their dad took him in. But Ian’s pretty sure he doesn’t care to know either way, just like Ian doesn’t much care to know all about the ins and outs of being a Siren. He knows the basics from the little bit he’s read here and there online and what he’s seen himself of Theo’s powers and their effect on people and that’s pretty much all he needs to know.

Ironically that’s also how he’s learned most of what he knows about his own species. A good portion of it is just his own observations. But outside of that he’s read pretty much every book he could get his hands on and devoured every bit of piecemeal information he could find online, myth and fact because he’d pretty much come into this whole thing blind and had no way of telling the difference between the two at first. Not until after a lengthy process of trial and error at least.

tagging the same peeps as last time since i still can’t think of anyone else i’m mutuals with on here who writes but i’m not gonna bother re-listing them here and bombarding them with even more notifications so. y’all know who you are (if you all even see this)…

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Avalay the Friendly Banshee

Avalay the Friendly Banshee

Inspired by “The Banshee” by D. R. Mcanally, which was published in Irish Wonders (1888)

Word Count: 1499

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“Before my life was a horrible fairy tale, it was a sad story that almost became a success story. Almost…Instead I chose to make it a hateful story when I should have been friendly from the start.”

-Avalay

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Captain Seamus Tragalter returned from a profitable voyage to a shipping port village in Brugantia, and in his possession was a newborn female infant. He brought it directly to an orphanage.

In addition to telling them the child’s birthday, Tragalter told them her name was Avalay.

She was adopted by a local music composer, Quin Verse, and Avalay was brought up as a singing prodigy. Myths erupted about her from the numerous visitors, that she was the daughter of a mermaid or of a siren, but Avalay grew up with the common local knowledge that Captain Tragalter, a married and respected man, was her father. As she matured, her voice could warm the heart of the coldest villain or bring heart-wrenching tears to the most valorous hero, but more than anything, she only wanted to rectify the wrong that had been done to her, she wanted to cleanse an insecurity that something she had done had been the reason her father had abandoned her. And that drove her to become obsessed, almost manic, about the idea of redeeming herself for something she had never done.

As a duplicitous tactic to get closer to Captain Tragalter, Avalay started doing free concerts to sailors who would depart on long journeys. During these, Tragalter never looked at her, only scowled and drank and spoke to no one. This made the passion in her songs even greater, because she believed she was the source of shame for Captain Tragalter, a brave explorer who Avalay admired greater than anyone. These shows and habits continued until she realized it was the day before her birthday, and as she was about to become an adult without even noticing, she stopped in the middle of her performance. The mirthful look on five hundred sailors vanished, and for the first time, Tragalter looked at her directly.

“Father,” she called out across the packed pub. Few of the sailors had ever heard her voice when it wasn’t singing. It was silky and smooth and somehow salty and sad. She sounded like she had figured out a grand illusion and it had crushed her. “You never loved me, not once…my entire life. Did my mother? Please tell me.”

Five hundred men were silent, and the most obnoxiously noisy building in the old town was now deathly silent. No one ever spoke about this, the worst kept secret in the port town, but the one everyone knew better than to speak of. That Avalay was finally the one to address it took them by horrifying surprise.

Tragalter realized they all watched him. Some held their breath, and he realized that they shared Avalay’s curiosity for the truth around this wonderfully polite girl they all knew of so well, but whose origins they knew nothing.

The old captain scowled again and raised his cup to take another drink, but then he thought better of it. It was time to end it, the whole thing, promise to himelf and all. Enough harm had been done already.

“I am not your father,” he said, tiredly. He pushed the ale away. “There was a witch and a woman who loved him. Their neighbors found out and slaughtered the mother after she gave birth to you, and your father hid away with you in some oceanic caves I discovered by accident. He was already dead from the wounds he sustained, but I heard later that they were looking for an injured witch and his newborn child. I told my men you were my own and begged them not to talk about it, knowing that they would since I had asked them not to.”

Avalay’s heart broke at this. The happy ending she wanted for herself was impossible. She could not reconcile with her father because he had died protecting her, and this captain who she had told herself she had so admired had dumped her in an orphanage to fend for herself.

“Why did you leave me in the orphanage? Why did you abandon me when everyone already believed I was yours?”

Tragalter blinked. Wished he were drunk. Then spoke a sad, shameful truth in front of them all.

“Witches killed my first wife, and along with her, a child that, unlike you, didn’t get to come into the world. I’ve told myself that I would be a kind man growing up, but even after all the fairy tales I read, all I thought I knew about doing good…I couldn’t bring myself to raise…a witch.”

She didn’t bring him shame, Avalay realized, he simply hated her.

Avalay changed then. The man she had idolized, the one whose attention and adoration she had coveted for as long as she could remember, would never love her. It hardly mattered that he was not her father; it was that he hated her for a reason that she could not change. If she was half witch, there was no cure to that, no way to overcome that fault. Securing the thing she wanted most…the purpose for which she had worked her entire life was unattainable.

Impossible.

Unfair.

Avalay became hateful.

She said nothing and sang a song she thought of on the nose, a skill that had come from years of study and practice under her adopted father, Quin Verse. She sang a song that was horrible and hateful, defaming and defrauding sailors and men like Captain Tragalter as truly evil people. Only moments before she had livened the spirits of every man there, but now their own faults and stereotypical flaws rang in their ears in the most painfully beautiful voice any of them would ever hear. Avalay sang that they were sinful sons, failed fathers, horrible husbands, wretched workers, and barbarous bastards.

The worst irony was that unlike Captain Tragalter, none of them hated Avalay before then. She was a jewel to the town, a daughter to the older men and a sister to the younger. But in the days after Avalay’s Song, there was a dread over each man as he went out to sea, and they began to wonder if she had somehow cursed them with melancholy of some kind.

One night approaching Avalay’s 18th birthday…Tragalter and several other drunken sailors broke into her home, knocked out Quin Verse, and dragged Avalay in a net to throw her into the ocean to drown. Quin Verse recovered and revealed that he too was a witch. Rescuing Avalay, he berated her for allowing her hatred to overcome her and using her voice to spew so much agony onto people who cared about her. Quin was going to teach her to use her powers when he learned as everyone else that Avalay was a half-breed, but he would never allow someone hateful to wield magic. Avalay needed a lesson.

Avalay’s own adopted father cursed her with the Banshee Curse. Every time she sang, those who heard her would become convinced that their own death would occur in two days’ time. Moreover, it gave her the appearance of a “hateful” Banshee, which was a rotting hag with drowned, bloated skin, and a monstrous face. The new appearance would prevent Avalay from being found by those looking to kill her, but if she ever tried to sing, the only thing she was now capable of spreading was a sharp, anguished cry that brought the madness of imminent death to whoever heard it.

Quin told her the only way to break the curse was to use someone’s despair of death to show them their greatest happiness. The only problem is that Avalay has no idea how to do that, and seeks out help.

Scenarios:

1.) She could use the Banshee Song to make someone find new appreciation for their own life, such as making them painfully see the value that they had not noticed when they had more time.

2.) In the case of someone who is not cursed, she could use someone else under the curse to make them see the same thing, except make them come to terms with mortality on their own rather than under the influence of a magical curse. Although she can magically force the fear of dying before one’s time onto someone, the all she has to do is help them put that fear to good use, and that someone can be anyone.

Basically, she has to go from being the “hateful” Banshee from Irish folklore and be the “friendly” Banshee who warmly informed families of imminent deaths. Such a thing was a wise, respected figure who carried grave news but whose own care for the families allowed the recipient to make arrangements and come to terms with their lives ending. Basically, this is the story of becoming someone’s, or some group’s, guardian angel.