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solemn-siren · 7 months

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Queen’s judgement - Villain Siren AU

A random something I came up with thanks to boredom featuring a Discord server I’m in.

This is a work of fiction, it is not made to harm people mentioned in the story. TW: implied minor blood. I forgot to add this when I posted whoops

Inspired by the following songs: Villain Mirabel song (Lydiathebard), Solo version of Ready as I’ll ever be (Tangled: the series) and Mercy of the cards (Gideon)

As a bit of background for the server I’m in: It’s a massive treehouse on top of a tall growing tree called Reginald. Each time Reginald grows taller, the treehouse moves up with it. Inside are art galleries, studios, and a gathering place for people to chill and talk with big windows for staring outside at the nice view.

Inkamar was carrying a giant canvas towards Artist’s domain’s gathering space. He was working on an art piece of a grand battle and needed feedback on it.

It would've been a normal thing to just walk up to someone and ask them for feedback, but when he saw a hooded figure standing in the room, facing the massive windows on the other side, he knew something was up.

“Hey am I allowed to ask you for feedback on this art I’m working on?” He asked, approaching the hooded figure. The figure didn’t turn around, but the simple presence of them alone was haunting enough that he stopped halfway through.

The figure was wearing a dark blue robe with cyan swirls at the end, flowing in the non existent wind. Their boots were midnight black with soles hard enough to punch through glass unharmed. Even though he couldn’t see it, he could hear the jingle of a key swaying around a belt.

“There you are. A soul.” The figure spoke, and Inkamar recognized the voice as Siren’s. Inkamar sighed a breath of relief, yet there was something unsettling about this still. “Do you know who was responsible for ruining the bright future we could’ve gotten? A future were myths and reality could co exist in peace? Humans. Greedy humans.”

“I get it, greedy humans cursed Nephya because they wanted her powers.” Inkamar muttered, he wasn’t the one for repeating history. “I heard this millions of times, I don’t need to hear it aga-“

“Greedy humans ruined the future we could’ve had.” Siren continued, a silent chorus of storms complimenting her voice. She finally turned around, revealing her glowing pink eyes and an unusual marking around her eyes. “Isn’t it unfair how those same humans are still allowed to live? Humanity still tries to take everything for themselves, without caring about how others feel. Do you know what I think about greedy humans?”

“I’m not a huma-“ Inkamar corrected, but his words were useless when a pink glow emitted from below Siren, like a light piercing through the pitch black night.

“I think-“ She continued, taking her hood off and revealing the ends of her black hair glowing a bright pink and feathered ears replacing her human ears. “-Greedy humans don’t deserve to live.”

Siren snapped her fingers, the sound of thunder echoing across the room. From where Siren was standing, pink cracks erupted through the room, splitting it into multiple fragments. Inkamar quickly stepped away from a crack that travelled straight across where he was standing. Another snap sent a surge of pure magic through the cracks, breaking apart the floor and sending them down to the ground far below.

Inkamar travelled across the breaking floor, not even caring about the fact he dropped his work in progress art alongside the floor. Now wasn’t time for constructive feedback, it was some art he spent hours on or his life, he chose his life.

He needed help, since Minecraft live had recently ended everyone was in the games channel talking about the things that were announced. So he rushed over to the games channel, trying to ignore the meteors and lightning that were tearing apart Artist’s domain like frozen lakes cracking apart from a single impact.

However, his attempt to call help was stopped when a wall of fire blocked the entrance to the games channel. Siren was approaching him, each step creating a radiance of magic that cracked apart the steel floor of the server.

“Trying to drag everyone else into this?” She asked, a flicker of lightning following her wake. Her smile was filled with madness and malice, not kindness and love. The opposite in fact. “You really want everyone to hate you don’t you? If you call for help and drag more casualties into this, they’ll never forgive you for it. Just like one of my little dream bubbles.”

Inkamar’s hands were shivering, despite the scorching heat from the fire behind him. “Liar! This isn’t Siren! You’re an imposter!” He shouted through tears, although it could’ve been sweat, being a squid and all.

“It is me, I’m just getting revenge on the people who deserve it, all for my queen.” Siren continued, a wave of pure magic forming a crown like halo above her head. “And luckily for you, I was already planning on dragging more people into this. They’ll still blame you either way.”

Inkamar finally pulled through enough to bring out his spoonblade, his ultimate weapon of choice. With a battle cry that definitely didn’t belong to a squid he charged forward, but surprised himself when he slashed at… nothing.

“Should’ve done so when you had the chance, now you lost them all.” Siren said, recalling the fire wall that kept Inkamar from calling for help. “Good luck trying to win everyone back.”

Another snap sent a blizzard like storm into the games channel, and Inkamar could physically hear the screams and cries of pain and despair. It didn’t take a detective to figure out that people were already dying.

“Now things are getting fun aren’t they my queen?” Siren shouted into the air, spinning around like a wild girl in the rain. A twirl sent another radiance of magic through the floor, breaking apart the steel even more. “I’m the villain in your fairytale now, aren’t I? You greedy mortals!”

Above the chaos caused by the guardian, a shadow in the shape of a dragon watched the screaming humans, fighting for their lives but knowing it was worthless. The shadow dragon was dark, but gold chains were visible around her, signaling her imprisonment from reality, and her view on humans.

“A shame they’re busy fighting for nothing to appreciate all this.” The dragon spoke, before vanishing like she was never there in the first place. Siren’s smile of malice remained, unable to hear the cry of despair all around her.

AD was like an Arctic Ocean, except with steel fragments as icebergs and the dark void of clouds below as the cold ocean. The members of AD were hanging onto the mysteriously floating floors, some unfortunate enough to fall through to the cold ocean of clouds below.

Inkamar watched as another surge of magic sent his Spoonblade flying out of his hands and into the abyss. Spector gave him the Spoonblade. It was his weapon, it survived many battles and gave him many victories.

It was gone. Reduced to nothing.

“We have to stop her!” Spector, one of the domain leaders, shouted, summoning allay wings to fly across the massive gaps to Inkamar’s steel iceberg. “Tall already died from the blizzard attack, Squirrel fell, even Agent was brutally killed! I can’t keep watching everyone die!”

Inkamar remained motionless, staring at Siren, floating above like a god casting down punishments. “Even with everyone in AD against her…” he started, turning to Spector. “It’s not enough. She has something working in her favor, and that’s keeping us from gaining victory over her. We need more than AD to stop her, and by more, I mean more.”

Siren casted a shadow over Inkamar and Spector, shrouding them in darkness. “You can laugh but it’s fine! Cause the last laugh is mine!” She shouted, watching them shiver from the sight of her alone. “It’s all for the queen!”

A howling wind blew across, threatening to force Inkamar and Spector into the abyss. They held onto the steel iceberg, but the wind continued to become stronger, beyond what nature could do, a hurricane, but even more deadly than Olivia.

“Someone call Storm!” Spector shouted in the general direction of the games channel, where he could see figures of people trying to get out of AD. It hurt to watch them die, from a lightning strike, a shard of ice, it seemed no matter what they did, it was all worthless.

“Calling on your god now are you?” Siren mocked, leaving the winds to deal with them. “I think you’re just making everything worse.”

As if on cue, a cyan flash and a sound of lightning drew her attention towards a new target. In the sky, an insert like dragon roared, it’s call asking for a challenge. One Siren accepted. It was Storm and his pet Boltreaver Astalos, Raize. She had played her cards carefully to avoid the mercy of the cards. One way or another, it was a victory for her.

“You know, if you kill me, all these icebergs are going to fall and you’ll be responsible for killing everyone.” She taunted Storm, a ring of cards around her like a ring of birds made to defend. “That’s the inevitable risk, it’s what it takes to win this deck building dungeon crawling treasure hunting collect em, all ways point to the strategist fumbling.”

Inkamar realized what she meant. All these steel floor icebergs were afloat because she knew Storm would try and stop her. She kept them afloat instead of letting them fall so Storm had something that stopped him from instantly killing her. The lives of many or his own, it was up to him to decide. A mental game of chess, one Siren had already checkmated.

Storm simply stood motionless, as if he was in deep thought. Siren didn’t even try and attack him, knowing victory was already in her hands. “Go on, I can keep waiting for as long as you want.” She said, and that’s when Spector made his attempt to end this all. It didn’t matter if the lives of everyone he knew was on the line. He lost so much, if it meant ending all this he was willing to do so.

“Allays! If we take away Nephya’s amulet then we can win!” He commanded, summoning hoard upon hoard of blue pixie like allays. They all cried like fairies, speeding towards the distracted Siren. Spector summoned his own allay wings, jumping across steel iceberg from steal iceberg towards the mad guardian.

When he and the allays grasped for what looked like the chains of the amulet, it phased through his grasp like it wasn’t there. The allays tried again. Nothing. No matter what they grasped at, it phased through their fingertips, both human and allay.

“You think I still rely on the amulet?” Siren asked, turning around quickly. Spector and the allays tried to run, but the shadow dragon from earlier grabbed him last minute, a grip tight enough to crush bones. “We grew past the need for that. The queen has entrusted me with her full magic, blessing my blood with the power lost to time, and so powerful it made humans greedy.”

As a powerful thunderstorm took out the allays, Siren approached Spector, a knife glowing a bright pink in her hands. “Nephya, my queen.” She started, revealing the name of the shadow dragon. “Do I have the honors? Killing him would make me the leader of this little space wouldn’t it? We can turn greedy humans against each other, make them do all the work.”

Nephya said something, but to Inkamar and Storm, it was complete gibberish. But Siren seemed to understand her, and whatever Nephya said was a yes because she raised the knife above her head, the lightning from the storms above heating the blade even further.

There was a blue splatter across the floor, a thick liquid flowing through and down below like azure blue rain. Spector’s body fell limp, and Nephya threw him down with the other bodies of casualties.

”Spector!” Inkamar shouted, but his cries were worthless now, he was dead, there was no reviving him. He could hear Siren and Nephya’s laugh echo in his ears like a song that refused to go out of the loop.

“Now then, I guess that makes me the leader of AD doesn’t it?” Siren asked to the last two remaining: Storm and Inkamar. Raize was too scared of Nephya’s sinister presence to attack her, and Storm was still processing what all happened. “That makes you two my hostages. This is only the beginning of something that should’ve been done years ago. And I have my next target decided.”

Nephya nodded, grabbing Inkamar by his suit. A roar commanded Raize to stay still and follow the queen’s orders. If he didn’t, there was punishment waiting for them.

“Lives on the line! Winner takes all! Ready or not, let’s begin!”

#My writing #Siren #Nephya #Drabble #may write a part 2 #Tw blood

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savebatsartedition · 18 days

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Scratchcraft fanart again!!! (Much higher quality on Scratch.)

A LOT more notes under the cut!

Scratch link: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/891267487/

Youtube notes:

(PLEASE READ DESCRIPTION.) Here is my "artistic" version of pressing space through my fanart dump. Whoop dee doo. Enjoy I think.

Idk why, but this recording RUINED the quality of the art. They look better in scratch bitmap if you can believe if. (My #scratchcraft tag on my tumblr art blog is another, possibly higher quality, place to look for this art as well.)

Guys I PROMISE it's totally not blood. :3

Instructions: Right arrow, space or click to go forward, left arrow to go back. Do NOT steal my art! It's been too long! XD

Drawings: 1: Storm and sand 2: Voidway fighting Tall from the Season 3 Finale 3: Carsick and the dragon puke fiasco (Ft. Spector and Hunted laughing at him.) 4. Storm killing Shulkers. :3 (He actually specifically asked me to make this one!) 5. Storm and his new house. :3 (I'm Storm's thumbnail person now, apparently.) 6. Storm flying through the cliffs 7. Storm flying through the cliffs (Alt) 8. Waterfall 9. Goodbye Huntedskelly! 10. Storm going shopping yippie! 11. Storm shopping with less effects. 12 - 13. Saltyy dragon au (I think I posted these before, but not with good photos lol) 14 - 15. Hunted dragon au (Same with the second of these) 16. Mallon dragon au (this one too) 17. Inkamar dragon au 18. Alexstudios dragon au 19. Carsick dragon au 20. Just a regular Huntedskelly :) 21 - 27. trying to work out Inkamar's design. 28 - 20. Foxlife37 (and the Cod God in the first one) 31. Waveii 32. Stormlordzeus 33. Magic_02 34. Mallonations 35. PotatoAnimator 36. Saltyy 37. Storm and the blue axolotl 38. Storm vs the Creamy Lama Pokemon battle 39. Just the Creamy Lama 40. Just Storm 41. Voidway and Saltical at the world meeting table from the first Hetalia episode. (None of the art on this slide is mine. I just edited it.) 42. Storm vs Warden 43. Storm vs Panda (lol) (Also it's the thumbnail of this project, ignore the text.) 44. Just Storm from that last one. 45. Storm with sand to celebrate his return. 46. A watercolor thing of Storm from a WHILE ago. 47. Another random Storm. 48. Mallonations 'cus he found another account of mine on a different website. [For the record, it was this one] 49. An old comparison of my two Kenpoviper designs. 50. A REALLY old drawing of Hunted I just don't think I've posted on Scratch. 51. Voidway to a song because he requested it lol 52. Kenpoviper for an expression challenge. 53. Huntedskelly for an expression challenge. 54. A warning thingy 55. Voidway for an expression challenge. 56-58: Voidway design details 59-67: Huntedskelly drawings I doodled in math. :3

30-36 was me asking my sisters to give me random scratchcrafters to draw. :) Fun!

Feel free to ask in the comments lol.

Notes and Credits: @savebatsfromscratch (me) for the art and designs. All creators are credited above in the list of drawings. Song: Unfounded Revenge Smashing Song of Praise - Super Smash Bros Version Hetalia for that one background lol.

Programs/art materials used in the various drawings: 1.Scratch bitmap (Almost all digital artworks are entirely done with Scratch bitmap.) 2. Paper and pen (Literally, clearly these are not scratch bitmap.) 3. Some crayons in some cases. 4. A tiny bit of mspaint for editing some of them. 5. A tiny bit of scratch vector for the same reason. 6. A thing to stretch out the sides of the scratch thing for the last one. (Still bitmap though.) 7. Watercolor on that one of Storm kneeling on the ground from like three years ago?? 8. DA Muro for the expression challenge ones.

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