#week 1 mythological creatures

[supremeuppityone]

This was written for Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek; Week 1 [April 1-April 5, 2025] – Mythical creatures.

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            “Viking zombies. It makes sense, though, right? Why else would so many artifacts from Viking graves be left behind for us to discover?”

            Caroline threw Enzo an unimpressed look. “First of all, they’re called draugar, and second of all, they’re myths like mermaids and the Easter bunny and archaeology professors who aren’t self-absorbed asshats.”

            As though he could hear her over the noisy generator powering most of their camp’s dig site, Klaus looked at her with a knowing smirk. He curtly dismissed the fawning archaeology undergrad students he’d been berating for improper artifact tagging and made his way over to their patch of carefully excavated soil. She ignored the extra swagger in his hips as he walked. Because even with that ass clearly blessed by Michelangelo, he was overbearing and arrogant and all the things she was not interested in. Not to mention he was completely off limits.

            Klaus had been Caroline’s professor for several undergrad courses, and now that she’d decided to focus her graduate work on anthropology with an emphasis on ancient civilizations, he’d started offering at least two classes per semester that were required credits for her degree. And was her thesis advisor. Off limits didn’t begin to describe what he was.

            “Belief in the draugar myth kept grave robbers at bay; it was taboo among the Norse.” Turning to Caroline, he adopted his know-it-all voice to ask, “But more importantly, what can we derive from Viking-era culture based on the existence of this myth?”

            When she’d observe him in his lecture-mode during class, it always struck her as almost predatory the way he’d eye a student and wait for their response, pouncing the moment they failed in reiterating any part of their information. Not that she’d ever failed, Caroline thought smugly. “It’s an important symbol of the Norse belief in an afterlife. Draugar are said to be fallen Vikings of great importance like warriors, chieftains, or kings; they supposedly guarded burial mounds and graves and would eat the heart or liver of mortals who dared to disturb the treasures of the dead.” 

            At the triumphant gleam in Klaus’ steel gaze, she quickly added, “Draugar aren’t just the fallen; they also had to have been caught between the worlds of the living and the dead, existing in a sort of cursed limbo.”

            Enzo playfully muttered, “Showoff,” and stuck his tongue out at Caroline.

            “You never miss a detail, do you,” Klaus asked her, a hint of pride in his voice that she did not care about. She barely respected the man. He was a giant in archaeological circles, considered the foremost expert in the Viking Age, but he was still a smug asshat with a very punchable face. 

            Caroline stood up, brushing at the mud on her field pants before finally giving up and embracing the dark clay smears as an homage to the hilarious inaccuracies of Viking warrior paint in Hollywood. “And that’s why you brought me here,” she replied with a hint of bite, hoping Klaus would take the hint so she and Enzo could wrap up the day’s field notes without their professor hovering over them trying to control even the most minute of details.

            Enzo snorted at the uncomfortable tension that suddenly appeared during the ongoing staring match between Caroline and Klaus. “Still not sure why you brought me,” he quipped, shamelessly falling back on his ass with a squelch of black mud.

            Klaus glanced heavenward, muttering, “It’s one of life’s great mysteries.” An outburst of excited Danish captured his attention and he scowled at a group of locals from nearby Odense hired to assist with the manual excavations of the new pits and sifting soil. He shouted back at them in rapid-fire Danish, and while Caroline still struggled with the language, she definitely caught something about their lack of sense proves their mothers must’ve fucked goats.

            Rolling her eyes at Klaus’ lack of diplomacy, she gestured toward the small puddles in the pit they’d been working most of the day and announced, “We’re losing light and I need at least four hours of sleep before I excavate by LED again.” Despite her exhaustion, she was pleased with their progress. So far, this Viking-era burial site had yielded 50 well-preserved skeletons. The remains had been kept intact through favorable environmentals such as the high water table and nutrient-dense soil.

            She glanced over at Enzo, who had his fingers crossed and comically appeared to be holding his breath, clearly willing Klaus to agree to a break. Klaus had been unusually focused on this dig, even more of a rabid task master than usual, and Caroline was out of patience.

            “Very well,” Klaus nodded distractedly, gesturing toward the ground-penetrating radar equipment that resembled a high-tech lawnmower. “Let’s get started with the GPR equipment after your break. You never know what you’ll find underneath the surface.”

            As the three walked back toward the camp, the puddles of brackish water began to tremble. It was barely noticeable at first and easily could be attributed to the autumn weather with its light breeze that turned biting once the sun set. But then a bone breached the water, pointed and sharp, and it appeared to be testing the surrounding soil. Soon, more fingers rose out of the muddy pit, ragged bits of leathery flesh clinging to the filthy bones.

            You never know what you’ll find underneath the surface.

[obkfest]

obikin greek mythos week!

this is a thematic week long event centered around bringing greek myth inspired elements to your obikin/vaderwan projects.

running from aug. 25 - aug. 31, submit your works via the ao3 collection so it can get shared here!

projects don't need to be strictly based off of a myth, feel free to take inspiration from any sort of element of greek mythology, from something as vague as a creature au, to something specific as obikin paired with a greek couple au. here are the prompts below, with suggested themes/ideas for each day too!

text ver.

day 1 - destiny day 2 - mortality day 3 - underworld day 4 - creature day 5 - hero day 6 - your fav. myth day 7 - free day

after dark, nsfw ver. prompts

day 1 - dub con day 2 - underage day 3 - stockholm syndrome day 4 - virginity day 5 - spoils of war day 6 - faith day 7 - free day

and the faq! have fun and if you ever want to share wips, tag it with obikingreekmythos!

[kenandeliza]

Fawcett Toon Headcanon

1.Billy grew up with silly cartoons (he usually sneaks into a movie theater to see the cartoons or watch them in diner tvs ), slapstick comics that he'd found in the trashcans or the small comic strips that would often accompany the newspaper he sells.

By the time Billy Became Captain Marvel, Magic became more common in fawcett city, but Billy's childhood influenced the type of magic and creatures that enters into fawcett city

like more incidence of slapstick humors and talking animals, certain cats being immune to anvils being dropped on their head. Random falling objects like potted plants wrere common that Fawcett tried to ban leaving anything on windowsills. Sadly, it only cause other things to fall off like safes and pianos, so they had to rewrite that ban

2.In comparison, Black Adam grew up with egyptian mythology and folktales, the moment he became Black Adam, khandaq began to have its own share of magical creatures, for better or for worse

3.Another reason why some heroes dont like getting near fawcett city, the irl toon logic is jarring to watch.

On TV: *piano falls on Tom*

Captain Marvel: "Oh yeah, I remember watching that happen to a cat once. They sang Mozard for a week."

Everyone non-fawcett: "wtf"

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Thanks for potato mutual for suggesting some of the ideas :D!

[readingoals]

Readingoals Readathon Announcement

Welcome to the readingoals readathon! 

I’m going to level with you. I wanted an excuse to read a bunch of Frankenstein/Mary Shelley themed books. Normally I try to read a few Frankenbooks in October but, honestly, the month just doesn’t really work for me. So I’m moving it up to April since it’s my birth month and also I get a couple weeks off work for the mid-semester break. And I decided why not make this an official readathon.  

But the Frankenstein of it all is not mandatory – if you wanna use this as an excuse to read a bunch of books off your TBR, get through a stack from the library, or work on some other reading goal you’ve got, then join me!  

Details 

TIME: April 1-30, beginning at midnight in your time zone, 

POST: I’d love to see what you’re reading throughout the month so tag your posts with ‘readingoals readathon’. I’ll be tracking the tag and reblogging things all month! 

PROMPTS: I’ve created a mini bingo board for anyone who would like a little direction or just enjoys that sort of thing – it comes in both a Frankenstein version and a more general style, but the prompts are the same in both! Feel free to double up on prompts or ignore them entirely! Check under the cut for more details on what each prompt means. 

Prompts 

Creature On The Cover – For those picking up Frankenbooks this could be whatever The Creature in the story is, but it could also refer to an animal, monster or mythological creature.  

Female Author – Pretty self explanatory. Frankenstein was written by a woman, so read something by a female identifying author.  

Poll Pick – Survey some other people to see what you should read next! This could be a poll on tumblr, instagram, or discord, or create a survey for your friends irl! Polls can have as many or as few options as you like.  

Borrowed – Check out something from the library, ask a friend to lend you something, or “borrow” someone else’s idea and pick a book from their tbr.  

New To You Author – A book by someone you’ve never read from before.  

Green on The Cover – The whole thing can be shades of green or it can be in a small section of the cover.  

Set in Another country – As long as the book primarily takes place in a country you currently do not live in, you’re good.  

Not Your Usual – Up to interpretation a little bit. You might decide to try a genre you don’t pick up often or a trope you usually ignore. If you typically read physical books you might give an audiobook a go, or if you tend to read adult books you might try a middlegrade or YA. It’s up to you how you choose to tackle this prompt! 

Published in 2020s – There's been some really great Frankenstein inspired books published within the last 5 years so this prompt was an excuse for me to pick up more. For those of you not reading Frankenbooks, consider this an excuse to pick up that new release you’ve been eyeing off.  

[sensitivehandsomeactionman]

Inside ‘Supernatural’s’ Evolution From Monster-of-the-Week to Psychological Horror

by Danielle Turchiano | Oct 1, 2020 | Variety

A little boy sits alone on the floor of his bedroom. Backlit by a window, he leans over pages of construction paper on which he is obsessively drawing. A platoon of little green Army men guards the pages, and ultimately the boy. As the camera pans around him, he does not speak — in fact he has not spoken at all since his father drowned in a local lake the year before.

This is not the first time the audience, or even the main characters of “Supernatural” are introduced to this boy, as the moment comes a little less than half-way through the third episode of the series. But through the scene setup and shot style, it is the first time the audience gets a glimpse of the boy’s psyche, which will prove to be indispensable as the Winchester brothers work to solve the case of the mysterious lake deaths. It is also a turning point for a first-season show that would eventually run for 15 years.

“I watched Kim [Manners, director] set up this one shot and I thought, ‘That’s the way the show should be shot. This is the look we should be going for,'” executive producer Bob Singer tells Variety.

Creator Eric Kripke originally pitched “Supernatural” to studio Warner Bros. and eventually then-network the WB as a monster-movie-of-the-week drama about two brothers (Dean and Sam Winchester) who travel the backroads of America hunting the things the audience would remember from urban legends. But his main goal in his original pitch document was that “the weekly stories have to be SCARY AS S—.” (And yes, the all-caps was his emphasis.)

While he wanted to make “this series as scary as I can,” he wrote at the time, not all fear comes from an external source. Soon enough, it was the characters’ own trauma and internal struggles that were driving story and adding rich complications to an already well-known genre.

“We set out to make a horror show, and those were the initial stories we wrote. But you learn and adjust as you start watching the film, and a few things conspired to tell us, ‘We have to focus a lot more on the characters than we’re currently doing,’ which is we realized the actors we had,” Kripke tells Variety now. “We saw that they were just both wildly charismatic and emotional and were knocking everything we gave them out of the park. So we were like, ‘We should start giving them harder things to do because they can handle it.'”

The pilot introduced Dean (Jensen Ackles) and Sam’s (Jared Padalecki) trauma briefly, first by revealing that their mother died under mysterious circumstances in a house fire, resulting in their father devoting his life to hunting what killed her — even when it meant dragging his school-aged kids on the road and leaving them alone for days on end in rundown motels. When Sam’s girlfriend dies in a similar way in the present-day portion of the episode, a deeper, psychologically-scarring mythology is hinted at — but the focus of the first few episodes of the series is really more on the “task at hand” of taking out whatever creature is right in front of them — from a Woman in White in the pilot, to a wendigo in the second episode and a ghost in the third.

“When you get hired as staff on a first season show, you get handed the documents they used to sell the show, and that included some of the family secrets and what was going on with Sam. But it’s more like it was a headline that these children had been through a lot because of, we’ll call it, their unconventional life — and the details come when you start to have more space to tell the story,” says Sera Gamble, who penned “Dead in the Water,” the pivotal third episode of the first season with Raelle Tucker, and later went on to run the show in the sixth and seventh seasons.

When breaking the story for “Dead in the Water,” Gamble recalls a conversation with Kripke about how “most young children, especially who have been through something, [are] not just going to open up and give you all of the procedural information you need as an [exposition] dump in the scene.” In discussing how it needed to be harder to draw information out of that child, Gamble says she was inspired to “dig deeper into the psychology of the characters in that script,” which became a baseline for episodes going forward.

“Now I can’t imagine approaching anything with a fantasy element without starting from that place,” she says. “These stories were scary to us because they feel like they tap into something true. Your road as a writer to something that’s going to terrify the audience is through human psychology.”

What each audience member finds scary can vary — and often comes from factors outside a show’s control, from the person’s own upbringing and experiences to the kinds of other stories they consume. In order to to make sure to deliver unique horror elements in each episode, Singer says that from the beginning, “one thing we always said was that the shooting style should be commensurate with what the monster was or what the tone was, so we didn’t feel like we were doing a cookie-cutter horror [show].”

The characters within each of those episodes also had to be unique, even if the type of creature the Winchesters were fighting was something they’d encountered before. “Halfway through Season 1, the first run of the scripts, we realized we were going to run out of monsters in a hurry,” if we didn’t, Singer says. “So if we did a vampire story, each version would not be what you’ve seen before — each version had their own story.”

Often these characters had traumatic backstories of their own, such as Gordon (Sterling K. Brown), a hunter who was on a one-track mission to eradicate the supernatural from Earth after his sister was taken by a vampire when he was just a teenager. (In the most heart-wrenching twist, he later was turned into the thing he hated the most.) Sometimes they even brought out complicated issues for the main characters, such as when Sam fell for Madison (Emmanuelle Vaugier), a werewolf who he was going to have to kill, reigniting the fears he had about losing the women he loved.

And as time went on, those issues and fears began to pile up and often go unresolved. Dean never truly mourned his mother and Sam didn’t fully get to grieve his college girlfriend Jess (Adrianne Palicki) and both had complex feelings about their father and the way they were raised. But then Dean traded his life to save Sam’s, sending the older Winchester to Hell (literally), while the younger one had to carry on alone. Being the true vessels for Michael and Lucifer could have pitted the brothers against each other but ultimately this time it was Sam who went into the pit to Hell, leaving Dean to move on. Sam also lost his soul, got addicted to demon blood and never quite could shake his PTSD from his time with Lucifer (Mark Pellegrino); Dean ended up with PTSD after getting back from war-like Purgatory. Both brothers struggled with wanting to believe in Team Free Will, even when learning they are literally God’s (Rob Benedict) favorite television show and their lives have been manipulated for it. And of course along the way they’ve lost countless other friends and loved ones, from surrogate uncle Bobby (Jim Beaver) to Charlie (Felicia Day) and even their mother (Samantha Smith) again after she was brought back from the dead, only to eventually be killed by Lucifer’s son Jack (Alex Calvert).

“Sam and Dean both went through a ton of trauma. Sam probably had more reminders of his trauma because, obviously Pellegrino remained as Lucifer for many, many years, and Sam had to be facing his No. 1 offender in causing his PTSD,” says Padalecki. “The writers, obviously, always were aware that Sam had been through what he’d been through with Lucifer so they peppered that in [but they] allowed me to take it further if I needed to.”

While Kripke acknowledges that the broadcast format — especially back in 2005 — lent itself well to a slow burn on mythology in the beginning, he also believes characters are more interesting if you “peel back those layers one at a time” as the show goes on. But there is also a more pragmatic reason behind easing the audience into the more psychological horror of “Supernatural” according to Dr. Lynn S. Zubernis, a licensed clinical psychologist, professor and author of several “Supernatural” books, including this year’s “There’ll Be Peace When You Are Done: Actors and Fans Celebrate the Legacy of Supernatural.”

She explains: “One of the reasons that we as humans have so much trouble processing trauma is that we literally store those trauma memories in a different way to store our regular memories and then we can’t get to them and they just end up split off and unprocessed and we don’t want to go there. So we have a lot of defenses against looking at our own trauma. That’s why projecting onto fictional characters is such a great way to do it. But if it came at us all at once, our brains would be like, ‘No, no, no no; we’re not going there.’ You have to go slow in the beginning and then be hooked in and trust the storytelling, in a way, before it goes that deep.”

The same was true for the actors. “Early on, we maybe had to use some techniques or some tricks of the trade to get to a certain point emotionally, but as time went on and the seasons went on, we didn’t have to use those tricks,” says Ackles. “Living with this story — not just living with the characters but living with this story — when things happen, we’re able to really feel it from a character’s perspective because we have lived with it so long and we understand their hurt and their pain and their laughter and their joy.”

Adds Padalecki: “We lost so many characters, I feel like we had a lot of chances to deal with what Sam and Dean would go through with the loss of a character or friend, and so, after the 30th time, it was like, ‘OK I remember what Sam goes through; I remember how he feels; I remember how to be and where I want to be in the storyline as a whole.’ If God forbid there came a situation where they were like, ‘Hey we need to shoot this scene tonight, it’s two pages, it’s you and Dean and Lucifer, then I could have done it — and Mark and Jensen could have done it as well.'”

As the show evolved, the type of horror it delivered week after week would consist different ratios of a combination of jump scares and more of a “disturbing fear that doesn’t leave you — the kind of fear that gives me chills, instead of making me want to scream,” as Zubernis puts it.

“I remember getting a note from Eric that changed the way I wrote the show and kind of cracked the show open for me,” Gamble says. “It was [for] an episode where a demon in the body of a woman has, I want to say, Bobby tied up and they are snarky back and forth but he is her prisoner. And what Eric said was, ‘You’re writing these lines where the demon is very witty and funny and smart, but the thing that is so terrifying about a demon, even as you are entertained by it is that they can see straight into your soul.’ So this thing that they will say to you will be the thing that hurts the most. And so, that was the guiding principle for writing the bad guys: They had to be incredibly insightful to find these guys’ Achilles heels.

“It was also the guiding principle in writing Dean, who was very much going to say the funniest lines in episodes, but he’s never trying to crack you up — he’s actually speaking from a deep well of pain and his way of processing that is to say something hilarious like he’s tough and it doesn’t matter,” Gamble continues.

“We knew the guys had deep trauma and deep pain and were frequently struggling quietly with something, and we always held the monster peril or the danger to a high standard of, ‘We’re not going to make this a joke. This is going to really be life or death.’ So if you have those pieces of the puzzle where the life or death stakes are there, the emotional truth is there, and then you have characters who crack a joke in the face of death, then you can go a lot of places tonally.”

This included expanding the world out to get inside the heads of other core characters — from Castiel’s (Misha Collins) own struggle with how he allowed power to corrupt him, to Jack’s guilt over killing Mary, to diving into memories of Bobby losing his wife and Jody Mills (Kim Rhodes) losing her own family. In some cases, it meant quite literally spending the majority of episodes inside characters’ heads, as well — from Season 2’s “What Is and What Should Never Be,” in which Dean’s psyche is in an “apple pie” alternate reality while he is losing his life to a djnn, to Season 4’s “The Rapture” when Sam is detoxing from demon blood, to Season 7’s “Death’s Door,” which sees a dying Bobby trying to outrun his reaper.

In the latter episode, Gamble reminds, the show was “exploring his core wounds by seeing the memories that are the most important to him.”

“We observed from just watching so many shows in this genre that the Big Bad gets bigger and bigger every season and the war gets more massive and pretty soon you’re a tiny little Lego guy and you’re literally facing God,” she explains. “So part of our job from very early on was to slow down or to avoid running into plot that was so massive that you’re just little specs in a giant galaxy. The way to approach that is always to come from what is personal inside of the story to the boys.”

After all, at the core of the show was always the Winchesters — whether the danger they were in was because of a literal demon in front of them or an internal demon they had yet to conquer.

“If you put them in real jeopardy — believable jeopardy for our world — then the scares will take care of themselves,” Singer says.

(Pictured: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki in “Supernatural,” which returns with its final seven episodes beginning Oct. 8 on the CW)

[2024-grimoire-challenge]

Previous Prompts

Here is post you can find all of the previous prompts for the entire year!

January Week 1 - Intorduction

January Week 2 - Definitions

January Week 3 - Energy Sources in Witchcraft

January Week 4 - Deeper into the Elements

January Week 5 - Rules, Morals, Philosophies

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February Week 1 - Energy Work

February Week 2 - Types of Magic

February Week 3 - Types of Magic 2

February Week 4 - Types of Magic 3

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March Week 1 - Symbolism and Traditions

March Week 2 - Spell and Ritual Outline

March Week 3 - Traditions, Associations, Tools and Symbols

March Week 4 - Deeper Ancestry

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April Week 1 - Astrology

April Week 2 - Planetary Magic

April Week 3 -Other Celestial Stuff

April Week 4 - More Star Stuff

April Week 5 - Cosmic Wrap Up

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May Week 1 - Diving into Divination

May Week 2 - Divining Deeper

May Week 3 - Divination Wrap Up

May Week 4 - Changing it Up

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June Week 1 - The Wheel

June Week 2 - Transitional Periods, Energies, Entities and Places

June Week 3 - Circles and Other Shapes

June Week 4 - Grand Ideas

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July Week 1 - Dreams, Astal Work, Life and Death Philosophies

July Week 2 - Various Magics

July Week 3 - The Magic of Metals

July Week 4 - Different Types of Magic

July Week 5 - Magical Hodgepodge

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August Week 1 - Looking Inward

August Week 2 - Magic In the Mundane

August Week 3 -Using Your Senses

August Week 4 - Sixth Senses

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September Week 1 - Bubble Bubble, Toil and Trouble

September Week 2 - Alchemy

September Week 3 - Crystal Grids

September Week 4 - Altars and Workspaces

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October Week 1 - Laws of Magic

October Week 2 - The Fae, Cyrptids and Mythological Creatures

October Week 3 - Science and Magic

October Week 4 - Witchy Things

October Week 5 - Gettin' Crafty

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November Week 1 - A Hodgepodge

November Week 2 - Family, Politics, Privacy and Storage

November 3 - Banishing, Glamours, Color Magic

November 4 - Turning Magic Back

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December Week 1 - Shadow Work, Discernment, Synchronism, Seasonal Depression

December Week 2 - Utilizing What You Have

December Week 3 - Revisiting Traditions, Magical Timing, Magic with Medicine

December Week 4 - Looking Back

December Week 5 - Looking Ahead

Final Prompt

Bonus Prompts

Seasonal Magic

Other Perspectives

Eclipse Magic

Magic in the Mundane

Kitchen Witchery

Book Design Ideas

Drying Herbs

Superstitions

Crossroads and Liminal Spaces

Magical Salts and Waters

Witchy Calendar

Relationship Magic

Utilizing Technology

Associations

Holiday Prompt

Imbolc

Ostara

Beltane

Litha

Lughnasadh

Mabon

Samhain

Yule

Witchy Vibes Playlist

[magiciansfanworksextravaganza]

Welcome Home!

Magicians Fanworks Event, Jan. 27-Mar. 9, 2025

Welcome Home!

We’re welcoming fanworks of all types celebrating The Magicians (Lev Grossman/SyFy). This low-key challenge focuses on a series of weekly entries, open to both new works and additional chapters to existing WIPs, from Jan. 27-Mar. 9, 2025, Eastern time.

The overall theme for the entire event is Welcome Home!

If you would like to create something for the general “Welcome Home!” theme, these are welcome anytime while the event is open, from Jan. 27-Mar. 9!

In addition, here are the weekly themes. If you miss your week, you’ve got a second chance during Week 6, our Free Space/Catch-Up week!

Want to continue an existing WIP but it doesn’t match any of our themes? Send it during Week 6!

All types of fanworks are welcome! Yes, yes, yes to fic, art, edits, vids, cosplay, crafting, podfic, fanmixes, pinboards, moodboards, and more! Any number of submissions you like. You can even send us multiple chapters of the same work as separate entries, for different themes or the same theme! Please let us know which theme you chose, and make sure your work either:

1. Fits the overall event theme (send anytime Jan. 27-Mar. 9), or:

2. Fits a specific week’s theme (send during that week, or in Week 6)

Exception: New additions to existing WIPs that don’t match a themeare welcome in Week 6.

WEEK 1: Jan. 27-Feb. 2, Home—What constitutes “home” to the characters? What do they think of “home,” good or bad?

WEEK 2: Feb. 3-9, "It's been a long time"—It could be a long time since characters saw each other, or a long time engaged on a task like the mosaic. Special note: The 7th anniversary of The Magicians 3x05, “A Life in the Day,” is Feb. 7. We’d love to see Mosaic Fic.

WEEK 3: Feb. 10-16, Seasonal/holiday—Whether or not it’s the current season/holiday right now (any are welcome). This could include “vibes” or “ambiance” for the readers to enjoy in connection with a particular holiday (haunted house for Halloween; romance for Valentine’s Day—which falls this week). If the season or holiday is not specifically referenced in the content, please let us know which one it is.

WEEK 4: Feb. 17-23, Magical creature—A being from the show or books, or from mythology/folklore, or one you make up.

WEEK 5: Feb. 24-Mar. 2, Returning after absence (or returning to being themselves).

WEEK 6: Mar. 3-9, Free space/catch-up week! If you are catching up for a prior week, please let us know which one. If you’re adding to an existing WIP that doesn’t match any theme, it belongs here.

Remember—any works for the general “Welcome Home” theme may be sent any time the event is open, from Jan. 27-Mar. 9. However, please let us know if you are following the overall event theme rather than that week’s theme.

The last day for challenge entries on Tumblr and/or AO3 will be March 9 at 11:59 PM Eastern.

Please stay tuned for more details! And in the meantime, please enjoy the wonderful works created for our micro Magicians challenge, Warm Up!

[vamptember]

Welcome to MerMay - Vampire Chronicles edition! Vampire lovers, please join us in celebrating another category of mythological creatures and monsters: mermaids, sirens, rusalkas, selkies, and so on, combined with the VC characters we know and love all month long! 🫧🐠

Create fic, art, playlists, moodboards, photo manipulations, and anything else you can think of that relates to the theme of bodies of water and their inhabitants! 💙

Base it on the characters of the books, the movie, the show, the musical, or even that other movie! Genderswapped and trans versions welcome! Whatever ships, pairings, genres, tropes, and ratings you feel like doing! 🐙

𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 & 𝕲𝖚𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘

1. MerMay VC will run for 4.5 weeks with each week featuring FOUR THEME PROMPTS and a bonus FREE SPACE prompt where anything in the spirit of MerMay goes! Prompts can be interpreted as SFW or NSFW — go nuts! Pick one or combine them or rearrange them, it's up to you!

2. Tag your posts #vamptember so that we can reblog! We'll be staggering out our reblogs throughout the month so that we can make the mermaid magic last longer! ✨ If your post isn't showing in the tag please don't hesitate to send us the link in our ask box! Delayed submissions are always welcome!

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WEEK 1 (May 1 - 7)

fishing net / stuck on land / gore / pearl / FREE SPACE

WEEK 2 (May 8 - 14)

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WEEK 4.5 (May 29 - 31)

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[seenoversundown]

Siren

Jake x Fem OC (AU)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (Minors DNI) Soft Dom (M) edging, teasing (flirting way not bullying) Hand kink, Oral (M receiving) , Penetrative sex, Cursing, Fingering (F receiving), Cute fluff and silly jokes at odd times.

Word Count: 4.2k

Author’s Note: I love these two so much 😭 Once I had the thought for them, I had to write it 🩷

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Siren (noun) 1. any of a group of female and partly human creatures in Greek mythology that lured mariners to destruction by their singing

Charlotte POV 

Opening the doors to the bar, I take a quick scan to see who else is working. Seeing that my favorite spot at the bar was open, I swiftly made my way over to claim it as mine once again. Where is he?  Nobody is behind the bar at the moment, but I can hear movement out back. 

“Helloooo, my dear!” Josh’s voice rings down the hall. 

“Oh, hi Josh, how are you?” 

“Great now that you’re here,” he starts, which seems charming to most. Still, I know what that means, “I should be off momentarily. Well, as soon as my wonderful brother finally shows up,” he says with a complacent smile plastered on his face. 

“What are you and Quinn doing for the evening?” I ask. 

“I let Quinn decide because I got my gift this morning,” he tells me, followed by a wink. 

Oh my god, Joshua, what the hell. 

I slowly blink at him before I respond, “That’s great, Josh. I’m so happy for you.” If I didn’t have my makeup done right now, I would be rubbing my eyes until I saw stars. I never needed that image in my head. 

The door chimes ring, causing us both to look over. Mmm, there he is. Jacob saunters over to me; his eyes always seem to find me when he enters a room. In his usual button-up, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, only the bottom half of the buttons were actually done. I love the way he’s so comfortable having his chest exposed, and maybe it’s selfish because I daydream about curling up with him every night. 

“Hi,” his tiny, raspy voice mumbles. His hand gently cups my jaw as he places a sweet kiss on my lips, followed by a few little pecks. 

“Hi,” I manage to squeeze out in between kisses, “I missed you,” I can feel his smile through the kiss. I’ll never get over that, before pulling back and running his hand down the back of my head. 

“I always miss you, honey,” he says, rounding the corner behind the bar. “Did you not order anything yet?” 

I simply shake my head ‘No.’ 

“I was waiting for you to make it.” Resting my chin into my hand, I watch his eyes light up. His hand gesturing for me to wait a minute, he quickly puts a drink together for me. 

“A Boulevardier for you, m’lady,” the English accent he loves coming through. 

“What’s the occasion?” I ask, my eyebrow-raising out of skepticism. 

He shrugs as he backs away to take care of other customers who just sat down.  Knowing him, he probably feels terrible that he has to work today. I can’t really say much, I have been working all week, and this is quite honestly the earliest I’ve been off.  

I will gladly sit here all night, though. I may have a little surprise of my own... Even though Valentine’s Day is overrated? Hush, I know it’s silly, but a girl can have fun sometimes, okay?  Ever since I met Jacob, he’s been an easy target. That sounds mean.. I just mean he’s  still a man. Sometimes, I take advantage of that, and honestly, it benefits us both. 

Watching him work is practically a hobby of mine at this point, anyway. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of it, his hands, his hands, his hands. The way he has gotten so confident in making drinks and talking to customers, it’s been like night and day since I first came in. He can quickly pour drinks without having to measure, and seeing him shaking drinks is… I’m better than no woman, alright? He’s so fine, and watching his arm muscles flex. GOD.  This may be a more potent drink than usual. 

“I’m sorry, this is how we have to spend Valentine’s together,” he finally admits. And the truth comes out, about time, Jacob. 

“No, it’s okay, really.” 

“No, no, I’ll make it up to you,” he says softly, reaching over to grab one of my hands, “I promise,” finishing with a little wink as he runs his thumb over the back of my hand. He promises? 

“And how are you going to do that?” I can’t help but ask. I have been spending too much time around Josh, and now, I’m way too nosy for my own good. 

“I have some ideas,” he says quietly, “I think you’ll enjoy them.”

“I guess we’ll see,” I tell him, the smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. How is he real?  

“Did you make my drink stronger tonight, or is it just made with extra love?” I ask, knowing it’s a bit cheesy, but Jacob is a sucker for romantic things. 

“You think I’m just trying to get you drunk?” He cocks an eyebrow, “Because you may be onto my plan.” Slapping my hand over my mouth, I can’t stop the giggle from escaping. 

“Jacob!” 

He leans over the bar slightly, gesturing for me to come closer. I stand on the little footrest bar of the barstool, leaning over the bar to meet him in the middle. 

“Can’t wait to hear you yelling that later,” he whispers quickly before turning to press a kiss on my cheek. JACOB– Two can play this game. 

My jaw going slack; I don’t even know what to say to him. My lack of response to him elicits the most beautiful smile from him. Nothing makes my heart swell more than seeing that boy smile. I watch as he turns, hearing his name called from the other end of the bar.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The bar gets more crowded now that the night has gone on; every seat at the bar is filled. I’ve had the pleasure of not having to ask for refills but receiving them, along with a few saucy glances from the most delicious bartender I’ve met. 

I tap on my phone to scroll through any notifications when the idea hits me. I click on my messages, seeing his cute little face pinned to the top. 

Me: Maybe I am sad that we’re here on Valentine's Day.. 🥺

I hit send and then wait for him to look at his phone. Please, please, please. He slides it out of his back pocket  and unlocks it. Glancing over to me, giving me a little frown before quickly typing away. 

Jacob ❤️:  i’m sorry honey, just a little longer then I’m all yours. 

‘I’m all yours’ making my heart flutter. Jacob is the most wonderful person I’ve ever encountered, and somehow, he’s mine. 

I need to pee. I wave him down and point to the bathrooms, knowing he’ll ensure nobody takes my seat. I scroll through my emails as I walk down the hall into the bathroom, managing to catch one of them as someone is coming out. I glance at myself in the mirror as I walk in, and suddenly the lightbulb goes off. Mmmm yes. 

I look in the mirror, fix my hair, and check to make sure my lipstick isn’t all over the place. I open the camera on my phone, facing the mirror, and pull up one side of my sweater dress. Revealing the black lace garter snug against my thigh, knowing it would drive him crazy. Taking the picture, a slight pout on my face; he best think I’m hot. Tugging my dress back down into place and locking my phone, I head back to the bar. 

Sliding into my seat, he’s already clocked me being back. It’s cute how fast he’ll catch me. Noticing that my drink is full and fresh, I go to take a sip of it, but as I lift the glass, I see there’s writing on the napkin. 

‘You look beautiful, I can’t wait to get you home’ is scribbled across the top. I feel the heat rush into my cheeks about as quickly as my thighs tighten while I read it. 11:15 p.m. stares back at me, thank god the bar is closing early tonight I don’t know how much longer I can do this. I click on his messages again, choosing the picture I just took and hitting send. 

This is my favorite part. I sip on my drink for a few minutes before he finally reaches for his phone. Leaning against the back counter, I see him tap on his messages. Oops, is all that runs through my mind as I watch his entire face turn red. Looking up at the ceiling for a second and then back at his phone, zooming in and pulling his phone closer to his face to see my little present better. 

Jacob ❤️: holy shit 

Jacob ❤️: FOR ME?

Jacob ❤️: i need to thank everything and anything in the sky for letting you be mine. But really, youre so hot??? I’m so lucky? 

I love when he’s flustered. Who am I? I love him always. Flustered is just a cute bonus. 

Me: only 30 more minutes baby 🤭

The way he drops his head back when he’s struggling makes me giggle. The next thirty minutes need to fly by, or I think one of us may explode.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The moment the last customer walks out of the bar, Jake is right behind them to lock the doors. Shutting all the lights off in the front in one go before coming over to me. 

“You ready to go?” practically falls out of his mouth. I look around, you’re not clocked in right now, and look back at him.

“Don’t you need to clean?” 

“It can wait,” he says, pulling me closer to him, “You’re more important.” 

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press my body against his. 

“Baaaaby,” I coo into the crook of his neck. Feeling his hands run down my back and landing on my waist, he gently squeezes. He lets out a small ‘mmm’ that radiates through his chest.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” he says, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. 

I grab my bag from the barstool, and Jacob already has my hand in his, pulling me down the hall. 

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Walking into the apartment, it’s dark, and no signs of life. 

“Josh?” Jake says, flipping on the lights in the kitchen, “Bub, are you home?” He walks over, gently cracking Josh’s bedroom door to see that it’s empty. Thank god. 

“He must be at Quinn’s,” I whisper, “He said something about  he let them choose tonight’s activities because he already got his gift.” 

I giggle as Jake shudders, “Hun, you don’t have to tell me everything he says to you.” 

“I had to hear it, so you also have to,” I giggle as he comes closer. “Plus, he’s YOUR brother, so.. it’s only fair.”

“I’ll let it slide this time,” he says, glancing down at my lips before making eye contact, “but only because I’m very interested in this surprise you have for me.”  

Grabbing his shirt and pulling him close, I take a second to admire him. I lean in, placing the tiniest kiss on the tip of his nose. Then, moving down to kiss the corners of his lips, oh, his lips. Seeing the little smirk creep up as I linger over his mouth, I love to tease him and see how long I can stay just a whisper above before he breaks. Tonight didn’t take long before he leaned into the kiss, feeling his soft lips press against my bottom one. Sliding my hands up, holding the nape of his neck as he gently nips at me.

His hands glide from my waist down to my thighs, grabbing behind my knees to pick me up. Instinctively, wrapping my legs around his waist. 

“Let’s go, Captain,” I whisper into his ear, eliciting the most delicious groan from him. He picked up his pace to the bedroom as I pressed a kiss just under his ear, letting lip prints trail down his neck. 

 Pushing the door open with his foot, he spins us around so he can sit on the edge of the bed with me on his lap. Sliding my dress up my thighs, revealing that black lace I’ve been taunting him with. 

“You really do love me huh?” He says, pulling back to look at me, his teeth on full display. I only reply with a quiet ‘mhm’ as I bring my hands back down to his chest, unable to keep eye contact when his mouth looks like that. 

Pushing his chest gently so he’ll lay back on his bed, I hover over him just for a second before he pulls me in for a kiss. This one was more desperate, practically whimpering into my mouth. Fuck me. His hands find the bottom hem of my dress, sliding it up and over my ass, the cool air drawing goosebumps to my skin. He grabs a handful while the other hand slides up to cradle my back. 

Swiftly flipping us over, he hovered over me with a devious grin on his face. He props himself up onto a knee, looking down to see the bottom of my lingerie on display. 

“Fuck me,” he mutters, sliding my dress higher as I arch my back to help him. 

“I’ve been trying,” I quip back, leaning up on my elbows. The look on his face is priceless, his jaw slacked and eyes hooded. I pull my dress over my head carefully and run my hands through my hair quickly. 

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” 

YES. I nod rapidly, reaching my hands out for the bottom of his shirt, lifting it just enough that I can barely see the small trail of fine hair. His hands find mine, gently pinning them above me.

“Mm mm,” he murmurs into my ear, sending a chill through my body, “You need to tell me what you want from me, hun.”

What.  “I uhh—“ I hesitate, distracted by how I can see down his shirt, watching his stomach muscles tense slightly. 

He’s staring at me with that one eyebrow cocked and a little smug smirk, holding both of my hands with one of his.

“Use your words, tell me,” his hand finds a place on the nape of my neck, as his thumb runs across my cheekbone, “I know you’re thinking it; just say it.” His voice switched to a whisper, causing goosebumps to creep in rapidly. 

Touch me, please. For the love of GOD, Jacob. 

“I need you,” I finally squeak out. 

He laughs softly to himself, “Do you want me to..” his voice trailing off as his hand slides down to my chest, gently resting on my sternum. Without having to do anything, I can feel my nipples start to harden; I swear his eyes light up at the sight. Quickly palming one of my breasts, he dances his index finger around me, and I’m already squirming. A small moan slips out, getting his attention. 

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Please, Jacob,” I softly whine, his hand wandering to my other breast. 

The smile on his face is taunting me. He knows exactly where I want him. If he weren’t sitting between my legs, oh god, my legs would be tightly together.

“Touch me,” laced with a moan, falls from my lips, “Please, Jake.” 

Letting go of my hands, he finds both of his sliding down my waist and holding onto my thighs, gently squeezing them. Fuck. Slowly moving them up, barely touching the lace fabric, my hips shift, trying to find relief. 

“Oh,” he says lowly, “This is what you want?” He ever so lightly drags a single finger down my lace-covered middle; I can’t stop the breathy moan coming from me. 

“More baby,” comes out whinier than expected, “please please please more.” 

“How could I ever say no to you?” His soft voice, wrapped in the most sultry tone, already has me in a chokehold when he dips his hand under the lace fabric. His fingers quickly find the perfect spot, making small circles on my touch-starved bud. The sounds pouring out of my mouth at this point are absurd. 

He slides his other hand up my thigh, his index finger gently dipping into me, not far but enough to elicit a small gasp from me. The way this man can have me drenched at the lightest touch is insane. 

I watch as he pulls his hand up, placing that same index finger into his mouth and slowly pulling it back out. FUCK he’s hot.

“My sweet girl,” he says, reaching up to caress my cheek for a moment before he taps my bottom lip, “let me—“ My mouth couldn’t open fast enough, he slides his middle and ring finger in and without hesitation I’m already swirling my tongue around them, hearing him moan quietly at the feeling. 

He pulls his hand slowly back but swiftly, finding my entrance and pushing them in. 

“Shit,” I mumble. 

Finding the right spot, he continues pressing into it, making that knot in my stomach tighter. 

“Come on, honey,” his voice makes everything even more overwhelming. “Need to hear how good you feel.” 

That pushes me over the edge, my back arching as I’m overcome with pleasure. A slew of ‘oh my god’s and ‘Jacob’ loudly escape my body. He slows down but still applies pressure as I come down. 

I reach my arms out to him, pulling him down on top of me, wrapping all my limbs around him. Turning my face into the crook of his neck, pressing little kisses all over him. 

“Feel good?” he mumbles into me. 

“Mhmm,” I hum against his warm skin, “It’s your turn,” Feeling his chest vibrate with a laugh, I hold him tighter against me. 

As he starts to sit up, I let go, missing his warmth already. We switch places; he’s sat up against the headboard. I immediately crawl up in between his legs, wasting no time as I unbutton the rest of his shirt, pushing it out of the way. Kissing my way down from his jaw to his collarbones, finding that slight dip in the middle of his chest. His hands make their way into my hair, brushing it away from my face as I press my lips into his soft skin just above his hips. 

Unbuttoning his pants alone makes him groan; his dick pressed tightly under the waistband, poor thing. Pushing them down with his boxers, my mouth is watering at the sight alone. Lightly tracing my finger up his length before fully wrapping my hand around him, carefully stroking him before wrapping my lips around him, and letting my tongue dance around him. Slowly taking more of him into my mouth, I glance up through my lashes to see his head tilted back against the headboard. Peering down at me, his mouth is barely open, but enough that his moans ring through my ears. I move up slowly and back down, going further so he’ll keep making those beautiful noises. As my nose just touches his stomach, I moan a little, causing his hands to tighten their grip on my hair. 

I come up, still working him with my hand as I line myself up with him. He slides the lace over as I lower myself onto him, his hands finding their place on my hips as I adjust to the feeling. 

“You feel so good,” he mumbles out, clearly focusing hard as his eyes shut softly. I roll my hips forward as he hits that spot again; oh god. Lifting my hips and dropping back down carefully, everything feels good. 

“Oh,” I let out, as he starts thrusting his hips up into me, slowly at first but building up speed. 

“Oh my god, baby,” I can’t hold back the moans anymore as he’s hitting the right spots, “Holy shit.” 

“Stand up for me,” he says as he slows his hips down. 

My legs shake as I lift myself off of him, stepping off the bed as he quickly follows behind. His hands snake around me, pressing his chest against my back, peppering kisses down my neck onto my shoulder. 

“I’ve been thinking about bending you over all night,” he tells me softly, “can you do that for me, beautiful?” I don’t answer him, turning and pressing a kiss against his cheekbone and then leaning down and stretching my arms out. 

His hands graze my ass as he steps closer; I can’t help but wiggle myself against him, teasing him until his palm swats at me with a small clap. 

“Mmm, have I been bad, Captain?” I turn my head to see him from the corner of my eye, trying not to giggle at how ridiculous that sounds. 

His head falls backward as he lets out a belly laugh. He leans over me and presses a kiss in between my shoulder blades.

“Soooo bad,” he says with a wink. 

He lines himself up with me, gently pushing himself in, and god is it good. Feeling his hipbones pressed against me before he starts pumping himself into me. This angle is probably my favorite, feeling so full from him and it’s hitting all the right places. 

“Harder, baby,” comes out a bit louder than before, with a loud moan right behind it. His hand sneaks around me, going back to its rightful place in between my legs and adding some friction to my throbbing clit. The sensation of his hand mixed with the feeling of him behind me. I swear I’m in heaven. 

“Don’t hold back, honey,” he tells me. “Told you I wanted to hear you scream my name tonight, let it out.” 

‘Oh my god,’ slips out as the tension builds again. I’m so close.

“Need to feel you come for me.”

His voice, mixed with his hand and his hips digging into my ass, sent me over the edge. I can’t refrain from the loud ‘Jacob’ that comes out of me as my orgasm tingles through my body. His hips slow a bit as he rubs my sides, waiting for me to come back to earth.

“God, you’re so hot,” he whispers, making us both giggle for a second. “This isn't gonna last much longer, hun.”

I reach back and tap his leg so he’ll step back, pulling out slowly. I push myself up from the bed, turning to face him and sinking to my knees. Wrapping my hand around him and pumping a few times before I lick a stripe up the length of him. Letting him slide into my mouth, I tap on his hip twice, and he starts to thrust gently. He carefully gathers all my hair, wrapping his around his hand and holding the back of my head. 

“I’m gonna-” he starts, and before he can finish, I bob my head so he goes deeper. The delicious moan he lets out fills my ears before I feel his release. His head falls back as he rides out his high. I swallow as he pulls back, letting my hands glide up his stomach, enjoying the bliss on his face before he opens his eyes. 

His hands grab mine and pull me up to my feet. Quickly grabbing the sides of my face, giving my lips a quick glance before smiling into me. His soft lips pressed into mine, taking turns trying not to smile, giggling at each other as he peppered my face with tiny pecks. 

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My legs are tired as I walk into the living room and find Jacob sitting on the couch watching whatever Hallmark movie is on the TV. I shouldn’t be drooling over him already, but when he’s just there with no shirt and in his sweatpants, I can’t help myself. I can’t believe he’s MINE.

“Hi there,” he says, reaching out for me. “Feel better?” As I’m crawling into his lap.

“Much better. The shower was needed after all of that.”

Wrapping his arms around me as I curl up like a kitten on top of him, this is my favorite place to be. I tuck my face into his neck, enjoying the warmth of his skin. Quietly toying with his necklace, fixing the chain so the clasp is in the right spot. We sit in the quiet, the background noise of the cheesy romance on the TV keeping it from being silent. 

“Are you hungry?” he whispers.

“I’m starving, actually,” I giggle back.

“Thank god,” the relief evident in his tone, “I’ll make us something quickly.”

“Jacob,” I glance at the clock, “It’s almost 2 a.m.” 

“Already back to my full name?” he asks, raising his eyebrow. My mouth falls open; I tend to full-name him, but honestly, I just love it. 

“You know what,” I start, holding eye contact with him, “Carry on. Thank you, baby.” There’s that smile. 

“I could just call you Captain,” I tease, giggling as he turns around.

Pointing at me with a wooden spoon, “Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish, hun.” 

Standing up from the couch, I make my way over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning my face against his back as he cooks. Fiddling with the waistband of his sweatpants until he grabs my hand.

“Alright now,” he mumbles, “what did I just tell you?” his laugh vibrates through his body. 

“And who said I can’t finish it?” 

He turns around promptly, that devilish smirk creeping back onto his face, “care to try your luck?”

“Whenever you want, Captain.”

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[varijeri]

so i was watching Fit's stream and he was cleaning up a Federation outpost.... what's up with the outpost names huh? long post warning TL;DR at bottom.

Sector A's outpost names are derived from Slavic mythology; specifically special places from the myths. after searching these names online i found this website: https://meettheslavs.com/slavic-mythological-places/ taking from the website; 1. there's a "mystical mountain of Vitor" that's "built in heaven" and "hard to find because it changes its location as soon as the wind blows in a different direction". it's also said to have dragons living on it (this is the one Fit was sent to for repairs, and it also had weird blue draconic-looking creatures around it. it was also an icy mountain...) 2. there's a "Buyan/Bujan Island", described to "appear and disappear with the tides" and be the "dwelling place of three brothers, the Northern, Western and Eastern winds". 3. there's a "Kingdom of Opona", an "imaginary place [that] existed at the edge of the Earth which [ancient Russians] imagined as a flat plane." it was believed "free and happy [peasants]" lived in this country under a "true and just" ruler. 4. there's a "Vyraj/Viraj", a "resting place for the souls and spirits" AKA the equivalent of Heaven in Slavic mythology. it's "a place where birds find their retreat in the winter". (notably this outpost is inactive) 5. lastly there's a "Nav/Nawia", a "mysterious place for the souls of the dead", and "often interpreted as another version of the imaginary place Vyraj", so AKA Hell or the Underworld. (the Hell outpost is active but not the Heaven outpost???) If Outpost Vitor sort of matches the description from the myth, maybe the other outposts do too? so like Bujan is on an island in the sea, Opona is super far out in a village maybe, Viraj and Nawia i have no clue... Sector B's outpost names are derived from Norse mythology; specifically Norse gods. being a nerd i noticed this instantly which was what tipped me off to search up Sector A's names. taking from various sources, but mostly from their Wikipedia articles: 1. "Tyr" is an one-armed god representing justice and fair treaties despite being a god of war, who lost his arm in the process of binding Fenrir the wolf. he dies in Ragnarök. 2. "Odin/Woden/Wodan" is the ruler of Asgard, the All-Father, and the one-eyed god of wisdom war, and death. he presided over Valhalla, a sacred hall that housed dead warriors in preparation for Ragnarok. he dies in Ragnarök. 3. "Thor/Donar" is probably the most popular Norse god, the god of thunder. the embodiment of strength, he is the protector of the Æsir and the humans. he dies in Ragnarök. 4. "Máni" is the god of the Moon and brother of Sol, the goddess of the Sun. they is eternally chased by Skoll and Hati, two wolves who seek to plunge the world into chaos by eating the Sun and Moon. he dies in Ragnarök. 5. Outpost Frïja I believe is "Frigg", the Queen of Asgard and the goddess of marriage, family and motherhood. she lives in Ragnarök. notably, all five gods (and goddess) lend their names to days of the week (Máni -> Monday, Tyr -> Tuesday, Woden -> Wednesday, Thor -> Thursday, and Frigg -> Friday). none of these outposts are active, they are all inactive or under maintenance, so i'm inclined to believe these aren't as important right now as compared to Sector A... still, these outposts are named after Slavic and Norse myths for a reason possibly so these might be significant. Nothing particularly comes to mind but if anyone has any idea feel free to add on... TL;DR: Federation Outpost names from Fit's stream have Slavic/Norse mythology inspired names, possible significance?

[supremeuppityone]

This was written for Klaroline Fanfic Week @klarolinefanficweek; Week 1 [April 1-April 5, 2025] – Mythical creatures.

Forged in Fae

“There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

            The might of the Forbes’ forge was spoken in the same breath as that of fanciful legends. The skill of the Forbes blacksmith was attributed to Master Forbes’ belief in the old ways. Klaus had been skeptical when he first heard such praises for a mere mortal in the rundown taverns that dotted the land, but his own quest had borne no fruit and his need was far too great to dismiss.

            He wrinkled his nose in distaste at the blacksmith’s thatched roof, his vampire hearing easily detecting the rustle of vermin skittering to and fro. Master Forbes must take his payment in trade with the villagers rather than coin. With a sigh of irritation, Klaus knocked on the crooked, dusty door, reminding himself that a bit of restraint might be in order as Master Forbes was well-known in this land, and his brutal death would draw unnecessary attention. Frightened whispers spoke of Mikael slaughtering Varangian princes in the nearby villages of Novgorod and Pskov. One could never be too careful in these uncertain times.

            A quiet voice broke the threshold spell that bound his vampiric nature and he stepped inside, taken aback by the sumptuous furnishings and gold-threaded tapestries that lined the surprisingly expansive chamber. It was a clever illusion of a derelict peasant’s hovel to hide the obvious riches inside. What sorcery is this? Master Forbes must be a warlock or perhaps a shaman. It wasn’t unheard of for humans touched by the unnatural to hide amongst superstitious villagers by feigning practice of sacred rites. Narrowing his gray gaze at the hooded figure stoking the fires of the hearth, he asked suspiciously, “What are you, Master Forbes?”

            A leather-gloved hand continued to grip the iron tool as the figure turned around, tossing back the hood to reveal blazing blue eyes and the lovely visage of a creature with delicate pointed ears. “Complicated,” she told him with a sly grin.

            Klaus blinked, thoughts racing as he tried to reconcile what he was seeing. “Master Forbes”, the most celebrated blacksmith in recent memory, who’d distinguished “himself” in numerous battles defending the nomadic tribes of the grasslands, was a woman. No, not just a woman. “Impossible,” he blurted out unexpectedly.

            “Impossible? You mean like a vampire,” she asked in mock innocence.

            He scoffed, “Of course vampires exist. But the fae are nothing more than silly flights of fancy.” He inwardly winced, realizing he sounded almost as pompous as Elijah. “Or, at least they’re supposed to be,” he amended mulishly. 

            She finished stoking the flames and gestured for him to sit on a wide bench carved with vines. Folding herself into a narrow chair decorated with an emerald cushion, she adopted a businesslike tone, “Now that we’ve established we’re both real, onto the introductions. I’m Caroline.”

            She didn’t seem to know who he was. Now wasn’t that a novelty? “Klaus,” he replied, eying the iron fire tools leaning against the hearth. His gaze strayed back to her delicate, pointed ears. “You’re fae, and yet your livelihood — your art — requires contact with iron. Isn’t that deadly to your kind?”

            With a careless wave, she asked, “And you’re a vampire — does that mean you run away in terror at every tree branch you see?”

            Cheeky minx. Despite the seriousness of his quest, his monster rumbled most pleasantly in his chest. She was fair of face and form, and now it seemed she was quick of mind as well. A most delightful combination. He found it difficult to remember that folktales said the fae were notorious tricksters. “I’m an Original, love. It takes a fair bit more to bring about my end,” he couldn’t help but boast.

            She rolled her eyes, but hints of mirth kicked up the corners of her mouth. “What brings you to my forge?”

            “Rumors abound that Master Forbes’ weapons carry blessings of the gods and that the warriors who wield them never taste defeat. I need such a weapon to kill my father, Mikael.” 

            Caroline grew quiet, thoughtful in her appraisal of him as she gracefully carried back to the hearth a small wooden tray with a teapot and two clay cups. She carefully poured out a portion for them both as they sat beside the cheerful flames. She seemed to be wrestling with something — perhaps whether to help him? Folktales from his boyhood warned of the fae’s fickleness as well as trickery. No matter — he’d bested many a creature who foolishly thought to manipulate him. 

            While she sat in quiet contemplation, Klaus sipped his tea, enjoying the distinctive smoky flavor infused into the black leaves from the caravan’s campfires along with a hint of blackcurrant. He fought the ridiculous urge to boast of his own far-flung travels, feeling an oddly instinctual desire to impress this otherworldly creature. Caroline was not his to impress. 

            “Am I to assume Mikael is like you then?”

            A fair amount of discomfort swirled in his gut as he contemplated how to explain Mikael. “Yes, we’re both Originals. But he’s embraced the perversion of only feeding on other vampires. And I’m the Original Hybrid — half vampire, half werewolf.” He paused, waiting for a sign of recognition. Nothing. Why did that sting with the blow of a poisoned arrow to the chest? He furiously told himself he did not require flattery. The quest was what mattered.

            “You seem disappointed that I’m not well-versed in your familial history. Don’t take it personally; I stay out of vampire business. And werewolf business,” she told him pointedly, stirring more honey into her tea.

            Klaus bit back a scowl, weighing the options of threatening this enchanting creature. Except she was far too enchanting. That vibrant crimson hood was a lovely contrast to her ivory skin and the vivid blue of her gaze clearly saw more than he would like her to. However, rather than being wary of this unknown creature, his beast was maddeningly intrigued.   

            Caroline’s lips twitched as though she knew the scandalous path of his thoughts. Mercifully, she didn’t speak on it and instead returned to the matter at hand. “Your request isn’t easy. It will require a rare ingredient — to craft a weapon of the strength needed to defeat your foe, the blade must be quenched during the forging process with the blood of a doppelganger — not a single drop may be spared.”

            Klaus immediately stood, fury raging in his chest at her unfortunate revelation. “It seems the fates continue to thwart my quest,” he growled. “A doppelganger was sacrificed to turn me and my family. Another has yet to appear.”

            Frowning, she asked, “If you know of doppelgangers, then how do you not know of fae?” At Klaus’ obvious confusion, she explained, “Doppelgangers only appear when there’s the right balance of fae ancestry in a human’s bloodline. Fae magic manifests in odd ways when mingled with mortals.”

            Bloody hell. It was quite shocking to learn that he’d lived most of his human life in the presence of fae. Well, a partial fae. Is that why Tatia had been able to ensnare both him and Elijah so easily? This unwelcome news also posed a new problem. With a growl, he revealed, “In order to break my curse and reclaim my wolf, I must drain a doppelganger. However, you must drain a doppelganger to create a weapon that could destroy Mikael.”

            She poured a bit more tea into their cups, the red clay warming their hands as she mused, “Well, every few hundred years or so, some of the fae will wander into the mortal realm and make merry sport with some of the humans.” Clinking their cups together, she told him, “At least you’ll have plenty of time to decide whether you want your father dead more than you want to see your wolf again.”

            His tormentor or his wolf? There wasn’t an easy answer, but Klaus could tell from the way Caroline’s gaze twinkled mischievously that perhaps that was the point. 

            The fae were notorious tricksters.

[mindhoney]

its chiluc week! day 1 - mythological creatures

speedpaint:

[seekerofblades]

My entry for Stricklake month; Week One: (August 1-6) Myth/Technology.

During a travel in Ireland, Strickler took a walk towards the sea and surprisingly found a selkie, a creature from Celtic mythology. He was completely in awe at the sight of how beautiful the selkie is and reached out to touch her. He found out the selkie's name is Barbara after talking to her for a while and started to fall in love with her. Strickler wanted to have Barbara as his wife, but it was hard since she lived in the sea and he struggled to make a choice;

Should he steal Barbara's seal skin off of her which will cause her to turn into a human woman so that she could live with him on land? Or should he not steal her skin and respectfully allow her to live freely in the sea?

[blackwood4stucky]

casting a spell on your heartstrings, you're caught in my snare

author: aspen blackwood | fic masterpost

series: @darkerthegods | bleak are the heavens, darker the gods

read part 1 from the series ⟶⟶ the hansenkemp novella

read part 3 from the series ⟶⟶ the evermin oneshot

nick fowler x ransom drysdale | knives out x the 355 au

🅼 | 🔞 | oneshot | dark fiction | playlist | dark romance bang post

tags: alternate universe - ancient rome, caos x tvd fusion au, coven politics, creature feature, dark magic, dark romance, dubious consent, paranormal fantasy, pseudocest, background robert pronge/vlad tenev

Tendrils of crimson and white fabric twined together protruded from the ball and landed in the hands of the witches. The energy brimming in the air seemed to boil over as the witches began enchanting the warlocks with their enthralling dance. - A retelling of Proserpina and Dis Pater.

bingo fills + event prompts

au challenge | mythology

@augustwritingchallenge: au-gust 2024 | crossover/fusion

@badthingshappenbingo | stranded/lost

@bloodyheartsbingo: lillyrosenight's card [bloody hearts bingo i] | i'm yours [whump bloody] | becoming subservient to their captor

@character-a-character-b: rare pair bingo | a and b sharing a desperate first kiss

crossover bingo | politics au

@darkacademiabingo: flash | an ancestor makes a play for your soul

@darkspicyevanstan: quadruple challenge mode

witchcraft au + eldritch terror + historical fiction + ritual

@deaddovekink:

die in july 24 | human sacrifice kinktober '24: dead dove chapter | human sacrifice monsterfucking march 24 | rituals: human sacrifice

@eclipsingbingo:

card 2 | age difference the rising moon | ritual

@fandombingo:

mcu card | mythology au rpf card | ancient rome au magnus archives | human sacrifice neverwhere | saying goodbye valentine trope flash | ambrosia wonderland | dance of death

@fandom-free-bingo:

gingerbread | free space, alt: gasping for breath half-baked | forbidden love maritime may | confession medical | alt: pursued october | a stain so deep it can't be erased tolkien | cut throat, prophecy world book night edition | ancient gods

@febuwhump: revenge of the sixth | pinned down

@fictionaldelightsbingo: under the sea | bleeding to death

@ficwip: hey, sweetheart

@halloweenhorrorbingo | manipulative relationship

@hurtcomfort-bingo | hurt no comfort

@julybreakbingo | mythology au

@kinkuary | humiliation

@macrocest: winter bingo | free space

@multifandom-flash: christmas | your magic's no good here

@seasonaldelightsbingo:

cozy feels | dark academia card: groomed summertime | horror stories around the bonfire

@secretcrypticevents: into the wilds bingo | eldritch deity

@sweetspicybingo

beginnings | first victim hurt/comfort | temporary death winter | warm hands

@thebo3bingo | final goodbye

@thefairytalebingo | elder deities

@winterbreakadvent | week 2: day 9 | purpose driven

@yearoftheotpevent | february: valentine's day

read part 2 from the series here: ao3 | sqwa

[petra-creat0r]

Oh did someone order MORE Once Upon a Witchlight?

Was drawing out some stuff and figuring out species for my original world, Dragon Riders when suddenly the OUAW brainrot kicked back in again after subsiding briefly after I finished listening to all of season 1 in like, a littleover a week (I'm in pain, I need more NOW). Since I've been figuring out DR species I thought "hmm, it'd be fun to figure out what Carnivàle Lecroux would be in Dragon Riders since I don't have all the races in DnD" (since some are like, originally from DnD and I'm mostly pulling from real world mythology for Dragon Riders/making up a few of my own creatures) and then, well um...

Yeah, it's back. The brainrot's back. I need to draw more of these characters so I can get their looks down. Also I swear I was gonna draw Torbek being just the big sad wet cat he is but then the "Adult man goblin" clip came across as I was scrolling and so we got Gricko. Enjoy.

I will be drawing Torbek and Guys' Night next.

[starastarship]

Healing: Recovery part 1

Spacer riders AU belongs to @onyxonline

Woo finally finished with the first 4 pages of the recovery comic! This took longer than I thought! And because I'll be on vacation from Wednesday till Wednesday next week, I'll be unable to finish the next batch anytime soon!

Also because she is a new character and looks a bit weird without context, here some general info on Wendy under the cut!

•Wendy is based off of an German mythological creature called a Wolpentinger! They can look like this

•Her species wasn't natural born like this at the beginning but rather a toxin on the planet caused a mutation like a long time ago and Nature did it's D+ work! •Wendy is one of the doctors at the HQ and has a more motherly personality in friendliness and anger!

I try to make some sketches for her soon, maybe even on vacation!