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moonah-rose · 8 days

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Babes In The Woods (part two)

One of Robin's daughters has been stolen by a rival tribe and her sister (oc created by @idiotwithanipad ) is determined to save her. (Warnings for sexist abuse, captivity and violence)

The cave was a lot bigger than the one her own tribe had currently been occupying, dug deep into a hill near a ravine. Something foul and wet had been stuffed into her mouth to keep her quiet when she awoke, her head still pounding from the previous blow. Light from the cavemouth, light of freedom, shrank to nothing as they took her deeper into the abyss.

A few small fires lit up the inside, but the open space and depth of the cave meant it was so much colder than her tribes. Two boys were tussling with each other, viciously, and she wasn't sure if they were playing or genuinely trying to kill each other. A group of large men squatted near the best fire, gnawing into legs of lamp.

She was dropped by a small group of women, most of them either old or sickly looking, huddled against the wall as they stitched up pelts. They gave her a glance before turning their eyes back to their work. The man who had carried her tied her bindings to a stalactite embedded against the rock wall.

When she tried to tug herself free, he thumped her head again. She wanted nothing more than to cry but she did her best to stay strong. Like Mama.

As soon as the two men had gone to join the others, laughing and slapping each other on the back, Kya looked to one of the women.

"Help me. Please." She signed to them, but they shook their heads, a glint of pity in their eyes.

These women looked nothing like Mama or her aunts or female cousins. They looked so scared, so quiet, more like frightened dogs than huntresses and warriors or cave guardians. Why were they so far from the bigger fires? Why was all the food given to the men, even though a woman had been the one cooking it over the flame. But she had to bring it to the men first, who took most of the portions, leaving her and her fellow females with only scraps.

A set of furs was shoved towards her. At first, Kya pulled them to her like a blanket to curl up in, before they were roughly tugged away. The older woman with a bent back waved some small tools in front of her. She was supposed to make them into clothes.

"You work. You eat. Do as told. It better." The woman explained, holding up a thin strip of lamb.

Kya hated making clothes, though she had been taught the basics. Her hands were clumsy and the results were often hideous and uneven, resulting in her siblings mocking her. But she was so hungry and she wished she'd taken Pin's offer of some berries when she'd had the chance earlier.

Was Pin okay, she wondered? Was she too hurt when the men threw her against the tree? How long would it take for Mama to known they were missing?

She looked across at the sad, quiet women. At one point one of the men came along and grabbed one of younger ones, probably a few years younger than Mama, by the wrist and dragged her to a shadowy corner of the cave. Kya looked down, focusing on her work. She didn't want to know what the man had took her for, but the woman hadn't looked all too happy about it.

Please. Moonah, hear her. Save her.

Pin should have gone back to the tribe. She should have told Mama and then she'd have a small army of grown ups with her. She wouldn't be just one girl, sneaking into a deep, dark cave. But she was worried about losing the trail, of taking too long to get back and then them not being able to find where this other tribe was.

Not for the first time, her small size came to her advantage, making it easy for her to blend in with the shadows and creep beneath the lower cave walls to stay out of sights. The two guards seemed to be tipsy on puddle water to be that alert, and their focus was on large predators, not sneaky little girls.

From what she could see from her hidey hole, this tribe - if it could even be called that - lacked any of the familiar warmth and community her own did. The women were treated worse than animals while the men hoarded all the goods. And with them, tied up and with an angry, purple bruise across her face, was her sister.

She had to wait. Kya was too exposed, placed where anyone could keep an eye on her if she tried to escape.

There was only one idea that came to mind. A trick her uncle had taught her but she'd only used twice.

She aimed her mouth towards the cave wall - and threw out a howl, mimicking a wolf.

It worked. The men all sprang to their feet and reached for their weapons. They ordered the young boys to stay put and snarled at the women to keep them safe. Kya held her breath, waiting for them to go. She wouldn't have much time before they realised there were no wolves - or, with any luck, there would be some nearby.

When the boys snuck over to the piles of cooked food and began feasting, one of the older women tried to tell them to stop, that their fathers would be angry. One of the boys bit her ankle and the woman recoiled.

Pin's mother would have slapped their skin off if her or her siblings had done that.

She took her chance, running over to Kya and immediately trying to saw through her robes with her shiv.

"Pin! You came?" The younger girl looked at her as if she was a dream.

Pin gave her a winning smile, then gently pressed her knuckles to the smaller girl's forehead.

"Big sister, remember? Always come." She reminded her.

The women around them suddenly took notice of the intruder. They tried to grab at the girls but Pin wasn't letting anyone split them up again. She snarled, holding Kya at her side, waving her shiv at the others.

"Let us go! Or we make big trouble." She threatened.

But there was a strange look in the women's eyes. They seemed more terrified than angry.

"Please. Stay. If they know we let you go, we pay. We hurt bad." The younger woman who had been dragged off earlier staggered towards them, an awkward limp in her gait.

Pin felt bad for them, but they weren't her priority. Her little sister was.

"Come with. Our tribe can protect. But don't get in way." She told them.

But they seemed to hesitant to comply, their eyes looking over to the savage little boys who were barely paying attention.

Pin began to tug Kya to follow her, only for a shadow to block their way out.

A furious growl made Pin freeze before a meaty hand found its way round her throat.

"We have wolf child among us!" He japed, "She little witch! Witch bring curse. Only one way to deal with you."

Chaos erupted then. Pin kicked and screamed with all her strength. Two other men began beating some of the women for allowing her to free her sister. Kya was reaching for Pin's legs and trying to pull her free as the man was carrying her over to some kind of stone altar, the head of a bull strung up above it.

He threw Pin down and another man began tying her limbs, spread eagled. The largest man took down the bulls head and wore it as a type of crown. He then raised his own dagger above Pin's little chest.

Both girls screamed.

Something flew threw the air and pierced itself through the bull-man's neck. He dropped the dagger and stumbled back, blood gurgling up to splutter from his mouth. His fingers felt for the spear.

Not just any spear, Kya noticed, recognising the feathers tied to the stick.

"Mama?"

A shrill war cry shook the cave as several adults swept in, lead by a woman with long brown hair, tied back in a single braid, her belly swollen with a six month old unborn baby. She charged forward and grabbed her spear, wrenching it out the man's neck before slicing at her daughter's bindings.

Pin cried in relief as her mother scooped her up into a hug, neither of them caring they were both drenched in blood.

Someone tried to grab her again, the man who had threatened to make her obey back in the woods.

"Knew you more trouble than worth." He hissed as he tried to escape the frey with her.

Kya bit his hand and shrieked. Never again.

"NOT. MY. CUB." Came a furious roar.

Something hard and heavy crushed the man's skull, forcing him to release her. Kya stumbled forward, turning to see a large club smashing the man's head open, over and over, another figure kneeling on his back.

When there was nothing left but shattered bone and mushed up brains, her rescuer raised his head to meet her eyes.

"Aba!" Kya threw herself into his open arms. He clutched her so tight she thought she might be crushed as well, but she didn't care; "You find us?"

"You and sister easy to track. Must remember to fix that." He joked, while people continued to battle around them.

Someone lunged for him again, wanting to avenge his brother. Aba growled, swinging his club into his nose and then into his chest.

Meanwhile, Pin was on her mother's back as the experienced warrior impaled anyone who came within an inch of her first born.

She'd brought three of their cousins to help, but she could probably have done this with just her and Aba, judging by the pile of bodies around them.

All that remained of the enemy tribe were the women, at least those who the men hadn't used as human shields, and the younger boys. They huddled together in a corner, waiting to find out what fate awaited them.

For now, Pin and Kya's parents were too busy coming together in a group embrace. Aba checked Pin over frantically while Mama rubbed at the bruise on Kya's face.

"We fine, Mama, we alive." Pin assured her.

"Pin come to save me, Mama, she so brave."

"No, Kya bigger brave, she try to stop men sacrificing me to bull god!"

Their parents faces both shone with pride and overwhelming relief they were both alive.

"Good girls. Good girls." Aba nearly wept as he stroked their heads.

"Come now. We go home. Your brothers waiting. Have lots of food for you." Mama said.

"What about these?" Her uncle asked, pointing at those in the corner.

Their mother stiffened, arms protectively around her daughters; "Those boys grow up, grow strong. Want revenge."

"But men hurt women! Keep like pets, not people. They only not help because scared." Kya pleaded for them.

"Boys only little. Can learn to be better than fathers." Pin also reasoned, seeing the fear in the boy who reminded her of her brother.

Aba and Mama exchanged weary looks and then turned to their elder cousin.

"We have room? Food and furs, more with what we take here? They not survive on own. Can help." Aba reasoned.

The elder nodded, though made it clear that Rogh would be responsible for making sure they didn't bring bad luck to tribe. Mama strode towards the females, who looked up at the pregnant warrior like she was a goddess, before taking her outstretched hand. Rogh and his other cousin helped encourage the frightened boys to follow them and behave, while trying to reassure them they wouldn't be beaten as their fathers had done.

Kya took Pin's hand as they made their way back into the light.

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ineffablelunatic · 1 year

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BBC Ghosts Mermaid AU

This is an AU for which I'm planning on making art of all the characters and possibly writing fanfiction (yay!)

Alison and Mike are two hapless sailors who inherited a houseboat from a distant relative. After modifying it a little so it can travel longer distances on the sea, they set out on an adventure, followed by an unlikely pod of mermaids. This is a fantasy universe which is fairly modern day, but things like mermaids and sirens exist and pirates are proper old fashioned pirates with cutlasses and treasure maps. You may have to suspend your disbelief in places.

Robin - an anglerfish (because the light looks like Moonah). He's travelled all over the ocean and nobody knows how old he is, but his light drew all of the mermaids into the pod. He's the group storyteller and he's incredibly wise.

Humphrey - exiled from the court after being blamed for a plot against the royals, he began to journey into the deep sea before seeing Robin's lamp and following it. He has deeper gills than most around his neck and large neck fins.

Mary - after spending most of her life living quietly in a kelp forest, she was captured by sailors to become a sideshow curiousity. Luckily she was saved by Robin and Humphrey at the last minute, but she's still wary about humans.

Kitty - a tropical fish. She adores human culture, and acts a lot like Ariel from The Little Mermaid. Instead of a feather on her head she has a large floppy fin, and she loves befriending other fish and exploring the ocean. She also likes spending time on the coral reef.

Thomas - a siren (although he's very bad at it). He is awful at singing and despite his best attempts to woo Alison, he has no luck. He turned to poetry as a last resort, and unfortunately he is equally inadequate at that, too. His cousin Francis, a much more adept siren, once stole a human girl he was in love with from him, and as such he spends a lot of the time sulking.

Fanny - her husband tried to kill her by forcing her into fisherman territory, and then told everyone that she was dead. She was therefore unable to return to her former life of luxury, and is furious about it. From a noble bloodline, she spends most of the time complaining and talking about how "mermaids were just better back in the day". None of the others mind.

Captain - after rising in rank during the mermaid war, his partner was stolen by pirates. He never forgave himself and instead left the army to join the Button House mermaid pod. He still wears his army uniform, more out of habit than anything else. He looks after Kitty as her excitement about humans, though sweet, could get her seriously hurt.

Pat - he was a community leader in his small village, and often helped out the fishermen on the land. As such he learned a lot of their customs and habits, making him very interesting to the other mermaids who know almost nothing about human life. One day a group of young boys accidentally clipped his fin with a fishhook, and though he doesn't blame them, it obviously hurts him sometimes.

Julian - he was a member of the parliament before flirting with the wrong mermaid, which resulted in his tail being partially skinned. He has the lower body of a shark, but gets comically outraged when someone thinks that he's an actual shark. This happens when Alison first sees him and assumes she's about to be eaten.

Other details: the pigeon is a dolphin who wakes up Alison and Mike every morning at sunrise.

Barclay is a cruise ship owner who enjoys tormenting Alison and Mike. His dogs are trained sharks (don't ask me how that works because I don't know).

When they're going on long journeys, Alison puts the mermaids in a tank on the boat so they don't have to swim the whole way. Sometimes she wishes that she had just left them behind because they complain so much.

The main antagonist in this AU would be pirates, probably with a subplot of trying to get Havers back / being generally nuisanced by Barclay. Maybe at some point his cruise ship would be captured by pirates and they would have to save him.

There are sea monsters and other mystical creatures in this universe, which results in a lot of shenanigans.

The art I did for captain is here. I'll probably make the others soon, and if I have time I'll write the fic as well.

#bbc ghosts #ghosts mermaid au

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sparklingrainbow · 3 months

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Wish Upon a Moonah [A03]

Chapter 2: Books

Thomas cannot happened to remember when or how, but as the ghosts walk towards the entrance a simple quote singes on his mind:

“As long as you’re alive, you always have the chance to start again."

As beautiful and solemn as Miss Acker verse is, a fearful thought crevices into his spirit, thought that becomes more prominent once they all arrive next to The Cooper's car, thought that dominates his soul once they’re gone and they look at each other in silent despair.

How could one move on when there’s no way to go? After all, it’s difficult to have new beginnings when you can’t pretty much interact with anything nor anyone at all, besides those between the ghost group. All of this without taking into account these infernal boundaries that impedes the escape from what has become a golden prison.

Two weeks have passed since the Button Hotel's Grand Inauguration. As expected, Mike, Alison and Mia came as guests of honor and, so far, everything was wonderful. A few years have passed since Button House has been sold out yet, against all odds, Mike and Alison frequently visited in order to help the staff in charge to preservate the spirit of what once was Button House. And these visits become more frequent once structural renovations have been done and Mia has grown up a little. But now that everything was settled down and after two glorious weeks where they stayed in their old room, it was time to say goodbye once more…at least until Christmas but that was two months away and Thomas had already begun to terribly miss her.

As Thomas walked up the stairs he wandered through the hall until he ended up in front of what now was the Higham Suite, and sighted as he felt his heart shrinking. In the last couple of weeks they have all stayed in the old Cooper’s room -well most of them- as Julian and Pat’s families were also invited to the inauguration. Pat went to sleep with his family and Julian…well he stayed with them until it was time to sleep before he went to pass the night to the room designated to his family.

Thomas couldn’t bear the idea of someone else sleeping in that room, so he decided to go back into his room to explore the abysm of desperation this situation has generated.

If something good came with the arrival of the hotel was that the ghost now had a saying in the decoration of his room. Alison made sure each and every one of their rooms had something that would make them happy. And what once was a greenish chamber with childish decoration now was a somber greenish chamber, now more adequate for a poet.

His room was what Harold, the receptionist, called a single room. True to its name a single bed rested in a corner of a room, next to it a small and elegant lamp resting over a bureau that possessed a chess board within its drawers along with a mini fridge on the other side of the bed. A medium sized telly quietly watches the room in frontal position as Thomas' portrait solemnly helped in this labor from the other corner of the room as it hanged above the wooden desk. These words appeared in the small plaque found below the picture.

Thomas Thorne

(July 13 1796-October 10 1824)

A good friend and a poet

Thomas went straight into the bed, the last guests have payed for an overstay so they would depart after midday. Despite this, the room had already been cleaned and the luggage was near the entrance so Thomas went straight into bed and sulked in, trying to appease his tumultuous feelings.

A few hours has passed before he heard the door opening, he sulked more into the pillow -by trespassing it- as he heard an old man saying:

“You see?, it was better this way.” Thomas could swear he could almost see his smirk from the distance. “We may have paid a little more…”

“It was 50 bucks Bill.” grunted an angry woman.

“But the luggage was safe.” he ignored her with self confidence.

“We could have safely guarded it with the luggage of the other guests!”

“And risk someone trying to steal something while we were at the conference?” he bluffed. “I’m telling you Louanne, this was the best option.”

“Oh whatever” Louanne muttered “Let’s just go home now.”

“Yes m’am” And what after it sounded like a kiss, the old couple deserted the room and Thomas found himself alone once more.

A couple of hours passed as Thomas immersed himself into misery. How could he have accepted for her to leave? He was such a fool. This was worse than that time he tried to go cold turkey, at least she was here and now, how could he be for her if she was gone?

As Thomas punished himself for not trying harder to convince the rest to make them stay, he looked at his portrait and remembered the tired look on her face the day they finally managed to make Betty go home. But most importantly, he remembered her silence, not a single sign of annoyance, just exhaustion beyond his comprehension, and intertwined with the exhaustion came a well known feeling for Thomas: resignation. In this particular instance, the resignation that this exhaustion wouldn’t do nothing but grow from that moment on if change wasn’t welcome.

“I would do anything for you.” Thomas vehemently said. “At that moment I couldn’t fully grasp this cruel reality, but now that it has come, I cannot help but to wonder: Was there any other way to do it?”

When he couldn’t find another answer he just limited to mutter. “At least you’ll be okay.”

As he tried to nurture this idea, the door creaked and someone entered the room. She was what it looked like a somewhat shy and delicate young woman. She was tall with pale and oily skin, the wavy auburn hair went down below her shoulder as her deep black eyes looked at the room in awe. She closed the door behind her and took the luggage next to the bed before looking at the portrait, a small smile shined through.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, my friend.” Said the woman as she took a seat on the desk situated in front of the portrait. “I changed rooms as soon as I knew this one was free.”

“I don’t recall ever seeing you around.” whispered Thomas, discombobulated by the longingness plasmated on her face as she contemplated his portrait. Even if she was around, there was no possible way she could have known of his existence. Mayhaps she was lonely or simply she was just a tad eccentric.

Either way, Thomas approached the lady with caution. Her droopy and longing eyes kept resting on the canvas as she mustered with a soft voice.

“It’s a real pleasure finally to meet you sir Thomas.” she chuckled at the moment she grabbed her backpack and placed its content over the desk. Nothing but rubbish came out of it: some chocolate wrappers, torned paper and several pencil tips rolled down the table. The young woman took the bin and threw it all away before sighting in what seemed like relief.

“Finally” she blurted with a blissful smile. Thomas looked worried at her, while she deflated over the chair. Content with her cleansing, the young lady rested her head on the back of the chair before proceeding to give a massage to her forehead. Her auburn hair guarded her gaze as her breathing mimicked the compassed beating of her heart. When she finally lifted her face she looked pale yet serene, as if her worries got thrown away along with the trash that laid on the bin.

“Now” she exclaimed before she started looking for something inside of her backpack. “You don’t know me and never will.” Thomas shyly chuckled as she took out a worned out book from an inside pocket -if she only knew- he thought as he examined the book, there was nothing impressive about it except that it looked like an old yet well-thumbed leather book. “But I know you.” she said as she unraveled the cover page.

Thomas eyes widen in cartoonish fashion as he read the book’s title:

The Thorn of a Rose

A Poetry Anthology

By Thomas Thorne

How could this possibly be?, as far as he was concerned not a single publisher sent a manuscript to, wasn’t reluctant to publish his work. And that was only taking into account those he approached in death, this book looked at least a hundred years old. Thomas' heart beated rapidly when a silent gasp escaped from his mouth.

“I mean, not literally, of course, but in a way…I do through your words…” The maiden tiredly smiled as she gently stroked the pages. “Your words…in a way they helped me out while through a lot of recent shit so thank you…thanks for writing these poems.“ While in a state of shock, Thomas couldn’t help but grin. Little was he certain of his authorship of the book but he couldn’t deny that it lifted his heart the idea of soothing someone’s soul through his words. ”...But above all, thank you for not writing a single romantic poem. You have no idea how much I needed it.”

And he definitely wasn’t the author.

But then who was it?-Thomas wondered as he came closer to the gentlewoman. She -now snuggled out on the chair- started reading the last page of the preface as her finger gingerly traced the last paragraph. Thomas gasped once more as he read his death day along with his tragic fall in Button House. Perplexed by the whole situation, Thomas began to tremble as he read through the last sentence.

...in memoriam of a beloved son and cousin, your spirit will live through the ages.

-Francis Button

Thomas couldn’t do anything but freeze as his body began to violently shake, what the heck was going on?

Hope you enjoy it!

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