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calabria-mediterranea · 2 months

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Sirens of Greek Myth Were Bird-Women, Not Mermaids

Bottle-askos in the shape of a siren (2nd half 6th century BC) from Locri / Southern Italy's Calabria. National Museum of Magna Graecia (Reggio Calabria, Italy).

In the wine-dark expanse of the Mediterranean Sea, far from the halls of civilization, there was once a small island—or so Homer, the famed poet of Ancient Greece, wrote in his epic The Odyssey. No buildings occupied its flowery meadows; no fisherman worked its shores. Those who passed in their black ships heard only voices, twining over the windless waves, singing a song that promised knowledge of all things. Once they heard it, they were enchanted; they had no choice but to land and seek out the singers. Those who did never left the island; their bodies remained, rotting amid the flowers, for none who heard the Sirens' song could escape it.

The story of the Sirens has inspired writers, poets, and artists for millennia. But somewhere along the way their form was confused. Today, Sirens are almost always represented as voluptuous mermaids, whose beauty and sexuality lure men to their deaths. But the Classical Greeks understood the Sirens differently: as bird-women, creatures that Mediterranean cultures traditionally associated with hidden knowledge.

Sirens first appear in the literary record with the Odyssey (written around 750 BCE) in a segment that’s much briefer than you’d think considering the cultural impact of these mystical, singing creatures. It goes like this: Odysseus, warned by the enchantress Circe of the danger posed by the Sirens’ song, orders his crew to stuff their ears with wax. But, curious to a fault, he has himself bound to the ship’s mast so he can listen without flinging himself into the sea. The Sirens promise him tales of all that had occurred during the war at Troy, and everywhere else besides; enchanted, he begs his crew to release him. He rants, raves, and threatens, but to no avail. His crew sails on until the song fades in the distance, and so saves his life.

Homer doesn’t describe the Sirens’ physical appearance in his epic poem, Wilson says. But in ceramic paintings and tomb sculptures from the time of writing, and centuries after, Sirens were usually depicted with taloned feet, feathered wings, and a beautiful human face. The bird-body of the Siren is significant to Wilson: In the eyes of traditional peoples all across Europe, birds were often graced with an otherworldliness associated with gods, spirits, and omens.

They inhabit the water, the air, and the earth. They’re also associated with song; they have voices that are not human voices, and kinds of movement that are not the same as human kinds of movement.

The Sirens’ role in tomb art is particularly telling. In ancient Mediterranean and Middle Eastern cultures—as far back as 7,000 years ago—birds were often depicted carrying spirits to the underworld. In Southern Italy's Calabria, archaeologists unearthed several Greek askos (unguentary vessel) in shape of sirens, most commonly found in tombs.

Bronze askos in the shape of a siren (5th century BC) from Crotone, Calabria, Italy - Archaeological Museum of Crotone.

Jump ahead a few millennia to 1,550 BCE, by which time Ba-birds, depictions of departing souls as human-faced birds, began appearing in Egypt. That connection between birds and dead souls seems to have then hopped over to Greece: Writing in the 5th century BCE, the playwright Euripides described the Sirens as at the beck and call of Persephone, one of the rulers of the underworld, while other writers identified the Sirens as rivals and dark echoes of the Muses, those goddesses of creativity.

These are the Sirens the Ancient Greeks would have recognized: bird creatures of the underworld, bridging the human world and what lies beyond. The Sirens—and their fateful songs—then offered a glimpse behind the veil, a chance to hear how earthly glories would echo in eternity. The question of what song the Sirens sing, what is this forbidden knowledge, what's wrong with it, what's the temptation—the text leaves a lot of open space there. Therein lies the seduction.

Yet today, mermaids or beautiful sea nymphs replace the dark, winged Sirens of ancient times.

It is during the Middle Ages that the image of the siren began its shift from bird-woman to mermaid . With the transformation of the siren's image, the attributes associated with female monsters shifted. This suggests a change in the traits that were considered monstrous in women. The siren's movement from a frightening bird-woman to a beautiful mermaid represents female beauty becoming monstrous. Throughout the Middle Ages sirens increasingly represented a male fear of female seduction, suggesting a growing fear of female sexuality.

For medieval Christians, sirens were heavily associated with female sin.

However it happened, the identification of Sirens with mermaids seems to have affected later translations of the Odyssey, and ultimately common knowledge of Sirens. Translators in the 19th and 20th centuries cast the Sirens in a sexualized light. In one prose translation, the Sirens speak of “the sweet voice from our lips,” despite the word στομάτων directly translating to the less sensual “mouths.” Another adds flowery descriptors of “each purling note/like honey twining/from our lips.” But unlike the Odyssey’s other island temptresses, Circe and Calypso, the Sirens get no admiring description of their faces or hair. Only their voice is described, and their field of bones and flowers.

That’s a pretty strong indicator that the Sirens are not meant to be read as offering a sexual temptation. You can kiss lips; mouths devour.

Folklore and mythology move on, given enough time. Today, the Siren is just another word for mermaid, and is likely to remain so. But there’s something richly thematic about the Sirens of Classical Greece that deserves to be remembered: in-between creatures on a lonely island, floating between the boundaries of life and death, and offering an irresistible song of both. Water-temptresses are a dime a dozen; the Sirens offer wisdom.

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ryctone · 2 months

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I just realized I never posted Hibbi's 'new' ref here? That's a crime???

Anyway doomed by the narrative siren my beloved;; more about her under read more with some slightly reworked story for her!

She's a siren now if you haven't noticed or didn't know, can transforms into a land cookie at will(no longer linked to her necklace), is still part of the Cookies of Darkness but not necessarily an official member; she owns D.E a favor... Kinda like Butter Roll Cookie's situation.

Has been alone since she was a guppy because sirens are often solitary creatures and often abandon their offspring as soon as they're able to swim.

As a guppy she managed to travel to the Duskgloom Sea where Black Pearl Found her and sort of adopted her, since B.P knew how powerful a siren could be with their hypnotizing songs, Hibiscus became like a 'henchman' for her to lure ships further into the Duskgloom Sea and sink them more efficiently. Dysfunctional merfolk family/J

As a teen she meets Praline Cookie, a girl part of a hunter monster organization and daughter of the head of that order, she got a crush on her for the longest time and actually became friends, but the moment she confessed it put a rift in their relationship since Praline was in love with someone else (Raspberry Mousse Cookie, who btw didn't return Praline's feelings) causing them to separate ways for many years.

After some years pass Hibiscus abandons Black Pearl to live her own life and would have a child; Sorbet Shark Cookie(who's part mermaid, don't ask who the other parent is that's not important /LH), since they were the only thing she had she decided to fight her instincts and raise them for as long as she could, best mom really.

However after going out of her nest to get food one day, she's captured by pirates and forced away from her child for days. And when she finally escapes, blood on her sharp teeth, she comes back to a destroyed nest, her child is just gone.

She's spirals into a manic state trying to search for her child, not finding them anywhere, telling herself they had to be alive. It came to the point where she ended up washed up to land, starving and alone... Until she's found by Dark Enchantress...

Bonuses facts:

Has a pet named Minty-pus, a salt rock octopus that has stayed by her side for a long time, good for emotional support.

'Hunted' by Praline Cookie as Hibiscus was marked as a 'monster' by the Praline Order Praline Cookie is part of.

Sort of sarcastic with those who annoy her.

Very protective towards Poison Mushroom and acts as a sort of mother figure to them, probably because she remains them to her own missing child.

She's now a popular singer, her songs can absorb the love from a cookie if she wants and store it in her necklace, transforming into magic power.

Sorbet Shark was very young went they went missing and doesn't remember Hibiscus at all.

Still has a crush on Praline and will 'jokingly' flirt with her went they have an encounter with each other.

Actually very scared of D.E.

If she was in canon maybe she meets Gingerbrave and co. at the beginning of the story trying to block their way like the other Cookies of Darkness by seducing hypnotizing Chili Pepper with her song and make her fight for her.

She's conflicted about serving the Enchantress but thinks it's the right way to find her child, and has developed a bit of a selfish personality.

#my art #my ocs #cookie run #oc #cookie run kingdom #cookie run oc #oc ref sheet #Hibiscus Cookie

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quillthrillswriting · 21 days

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art credits<3: @l-a-l-o-u

ever wanted kataang as a little mermaid retelling, with a bit of an extra romantasy twist?

i present- "you with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes"

years ago, the spirits tui and la split the earth between the sky and the sea. however, they did not lose all hope for the rejoining of earth's peoples- tui blessed one avian a generation with the gifts of the mighty avatar, while la carefully selected one siren to grow into the role of the painted lady. the two were their little sliver of hope- hope that one day, the siren and the air-rider would fulfill their destiny, would find a way to reunite the tribes, would be able to root out the poison seeping through the land.

OR: a KATAANG AU where aang is a winged avian and katara is a siren!!!

the following are excerpts from this in-progress work: <3

⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩

Avatar Aang had been told time and time again that to venture across the surface of the sea when the moon had risen and claimed what rightfully belonged to it was to sign your own death certificate.

And yet, he found himself here, at the water’s edge, skipping stones, lost in thought.

To be the Avatar had once meant something, years before. Before the four tribes had separated, scattered to the ends of the earth. Those who formed fire itself chased the other tribes from the surface lands, those who could move rock and metal burrowed underground, those who flowed with the air sent ships with great sails across the sea until they reached towering mountain spires.

Those who bent water, who bent blood… they retreated to the depths of the sea, and with time, they became a part of it. Legend told of the way in which the Water tribes had adapted, two legs smoothed into razor sharp scales and voices twisted into something dark and luring.

Now, they were the monsters known as sirens.

⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩

As if in answer, the winds of the sea whispered back his own song, the melody made haunted. He made to turn himself away, to find shelter for the night, but that very whispering gave him pause. There was a different quality about it, something feminine, not simply his own voice reflected back. His instincts told him to duck, to crawl, and he did, bracing himself against a stone at the beach’s edge. The sound was louder here. He turned around the rock, wincing in anticipation…

…Only to be met with the sight of the most beautiful woman he had ever had the pleasure of seeing. He understood all at once why so many men had fallen prey to the charms of the siren.

For this girl to even gift him a wayward glance, he would build a temple. A religion.

She looked like a painting come to life, a sculpture kissed by the spirits themselves.

⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩

“I thought that sirens made a point of dragging Airriders to the depths of the ocean long before either party exchanged names.”

“Did you truly think so little of me?”

“The legends seem to think very little of you, at least. Me? I’m still making up my mind.” Aang tossed her a teasing grin.

“You seem fairly calm for a man who believes his fate to be sealed.” Katara raised her eyebrows, crossing her slender arms over one another.

“If my destiny is to spend the last few moments of my life at the side of such a lovely enchantress, who am I to fight it?”

“Handsome and a charmer. Is that your plan, to lull and seduce me into a sense of false security so that you can send a blast of air at my gills and leave me stranded in the bay?”

“If I’m remembering correctly, you are meant to be the lulling seductress of the two of us.”

⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩

He smiled down at her, reaching out to take her hand in his and press his lips against her perfect skin. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Lady Katara.”

She pushed herself up off of her elbows, reaching up to brush her lips against his cheek. “The pleasure has been all mine, Airrider Aang.” With that, she slipped back under the waves of the sea, and Aang was left to wonder if the entire exchange of words had been nothing more than the spirited imaginings of a madman stranded and drowned at sea.

♥ if you want to stick around for this to come out, feel free to head over to my ao3 here! ->

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aicosu · 10 months

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Ooh if you’re still taking numbers for the prompt thingie, 14! I adore your writing so much!

"Talk to me, prithy, I know you hath something stuck in that throat, and it's not ocean."

She stares through his soul before ducking her head into the wafts of her hair, scooting backward in aqua and shadow.

No avail.

"Well, fuck." Eddy sighs, sitting down in front of the glass coffin, boots spread.

Don't open the crate. They had decreed. An extra sixty pence for him to turn his eyes away and whistle over his morals.

He'd taken the gold and opened the crate anyway, as soon as he was out of the city walls.

And it was a fucking mermaid they had him smuggling. A siren of the sea. A Poseidon witch. A femme enchantress who robbed men of mind and blood before drowning them at the bottom of the darkest trenches.

She looks terrified.

But isn't that part of the play? She's the most ethereal beauty he'd ever seen in his life, just likes myths said they would be. Then her glowing blue eyes and milk skin framed by golden floss hair was all just the meat under a propped up box with a stick. She'd use them to lure him to a watery death and lay eggs in his chest… or something.

He doubts she could drown him in less than a trough of water, though. It barely reaches past her shoulders. And she had no space to turn or fold, let alone swim or kill.

She's stationary and shivering. Stolen and smuggled.

And Eddy doesn't smuggle people. And… Mermaids were… people shaped enough to fall under that honor code. Exotic birds of fire, beatles made of gold, and dogs that could bark open portals—sure. If the buyer liked animals and not just greed.

His normal fare is usually just illegal spices for the recreational minded. Liquors that controlled dreams for something to relieve a wounded day. Rare books with incantations for better genes and the like. Maybe some rare weapons and metals when he was in a legitimate mood.

Buying and selling people was sadly common and sadly profitable but not so sadly in his repertoire.

Til' now.

Accidental, promise. And the bad taste he'd had since stepping foot in the Duke Brenner's caste of forbiddens was a pretty big foreshadow, but one he could feel a rebellious itch against. Something that told him to take the job and ruin it.

So here he was, in the back of his caravan with an open crate to a mermaid case outside the forgettable village of Pitty Glen, ruining it.

Pitty Glen, because it is the complete opposite direction of the High Lord Creel's manor he's been directed to take her to, and it's also where his pseudo boy lives. Boy as in knave. Though smugglers didn't technically have knaves, they had accomplices.

And Dustyn Son of Hender was a good one of those, with his endless tomes and scrolls of legend and mysticism.

"Verily, let's… see what we have here." He waves the Books of Seas at her.

She bobs ominously in response, siren eyes illuminated like foggy moons. Her eyelashes clump, wet and golden, and the effect is such a detail of humanity. Eddy finds himself staring at the contrast of her very real details to her very unreal ones. The pearlescent skin pressed gently with patterns of scales that come and go with the refracting light. The golden thick of her tail, adorned in flimsy paper wet fins, pink and waving like a lady's chiffon wrapped around her. And the sparkling stones man made and otherwise crowned over her hair. Brooches and coral and pearls and possibly the broken chains of a man's pocket watch—like she had maybe slaughtered some humans and created jewelry from their leftovers as souvenirs.

"Apologies, good fuck, let's just—" Eddy pulls his eyes away because it's rude to gawk at a woman even if she probably eats people. "...see if anything in this blasted thing helps our dialogue."

Turns out the trinkets aren't souvenirs but status.

Mermaids are actually pretty courtly, even despite the book's pages being littered with illustrations of naked beautiful women with large gnashing teeth and bloody claws—Eddy doesn't appreciate the over exaggeration of their gruesomeness, and flicking his gaze up to the even flow of her sineous scales, hair, and tail: the under exaggeration of her countenance.

They apparently make trade and fashion with each other by gifting all things… sparkling. Shiny was the only name on their currency. And the more one had, the more high up the court they were.

"So, you're a mermaid lady-in-waiting? Or maybe a duchess of some reef?" he asks, flipping the book to spread its pages against the glass to show her the drawings of different mermaid treasure jewelry.

She shrinks at first, the underwater jerk fluffing her chest, curls, and gems. But then she's bending close, touching her own little tiara of compasses and rubies.

Eddy stands, looking about the crates and baskets of his caravan, past the other cargo he'd taken on of opiates and weapons, shuffling through his own cot bedding and trunk to find something suitable. Something sparkling.

"I suppose maidens' love for bobbles is true on dry or wet land, ha!" Eddy barks, watching the aquarium case rock with her obvious excitement. She tries to follow the book when he takes it back. "Greetings, condolences, compromises, forgiveness, so forth, so forth—are begun with such gifts. Greedy! But understandable. I too, start all my friendships only if they pay tribute. Granted, I don't have friends, I have customers but…"

A metal brooch clatters to the floor, stopping beneath the wedge of his boot.

The Templars sword and sheild.

He picks up the richly engraved cape closure and frowns.

"Well, it's not like I fucking need it anymore," he tells it and himself.

When he comes back to the coffin, the siren’s webbed fingers splay on the glass. Long sharp knives’ end nails tapping lightly as she peers close to see what he’s doing.

“Whoa, terrifying. Verily, the book is… not wrong then.” His eyes dart to the codex again and the drawings of bloody, horrible ends to the men who trifle with these creatures.

But she looks curious. Innocent. Absolutely entrancing.

Gold all over and blue where it counted, she’s the sea itself in the space of refracted light. Even the junk in her hair she’s collected does it’s job, shining and glittering to match the deepness of her eyes and the wetness of her lips. Wetness of her lips—she’s in water, you absolute buffoon. Still. Entrancing,

That’s the point, that’s the point, that’s the point…

He shakes himself. Murderous mythical creature or not, he’s not selling her to some high bidder who will display her in a dining hall for lords and ladies to gawk at for the rest of her life before someone decides they haven’t tasted mermaid morsel or some lord deems her fit for a deadly romp.

And he can’t help her return to… wherever she hails from if he can’t commune with her.

So this.

Flashing the brooch at her proves worth it. The water inside splashes with her excitement, her eyes on the shine with rapt attention so much so she doesn’t notice the case above her pry open. Eddy drops the metal inside and yelps back when she twists and jumps upon it.

“F-for you! Dear… lady. Y-ye! You fancy that? It's a gift! Want to keep it?”

Curled in her palms, she grins.

Oh.

“Ohhhhhhhh….” he wobbles, staring at her teeth. The incisors are familiar. Flat like his. her canines and the rest however… Sharp and long. A beautiful skin she has, wrapped tight around a body made for destruction. Like engraved plating on a blunderbuss. Gem-encrusted sheaths on blades. Many, many, many blades. “You... you must need those… for something, then.” Egads.

She ignores him though, too busy closing her eyes to focus on attaching his old Templar’s medal to the collection in the crown of her head.

Eddy picks up the book again quickly, reading fast down the passage of gifts. “...once received, placement of parcel upon each siren is denotation of class… huh, hmmm… wrists, no, necklace, no…. hair! AH–”

Royalty.

“Oh, oh no. Oh… god.”

Royalty. Only those of high lineage within the matriarch may crown themselves.

Mermaid… princess.

“Y-you don’t think that would look nicer on, perchance, a lapel or, or, or an earring or—”

She blinks at his rambling, smiling with such grace and poise he’s only getting more and more upset.

Then she opens her mouth again.

But this time he’s not distracted by the fangs as much as he is the note. The singular, sweet, unearthly, and altogether unworldly note of music. Of voice—nothing of any sheet he’d ever known, and he’d known them all. A high-pitched, low-pitched, tuning fork flicked against the chords of time and space and heavens.

Around them, the caravan wobbles in color and picture, and Eddy falls back on the slats, dizzy as the world around him tilts, reverberates, and her face illuminates with a literal sun behind it—Golden and perfect. Oh, mighty sun, sweet maiden, to go to her and let her have him—! To allow him to sink into that noise. He would be so happy, so content—

Whoa—what?

“S-STOP! Stop, stop, stop!”

Her shoulders jerk, teeth snapping shut.

“N-no singing! Uh—”

Singing. Siren. Mermaid. Ships crashing into rock and men getting their face pried off for egg nesting. Bad.

“—I, I’m not, I don’t really enjoy music and, you're not really in pitch for that… diddy. Sorry. I’m pretty particular about… I have a sensitive… bard’s ear…”

She stares back at him, hands wringing through her hair fast and uneven, looking very much like a girl he’s yelled at and now was insulting and not a vile witch who’d just tried to enthrall him into a cannibalistic ritual.

“S-Sorry. Let’s. how about we just… we’ll wait to sing until you know. Never, maybe.”

At least not until he put her back in water and sailed weeks away from her.

He puts his hand on the glass for recompense, eyes still dizzy with her beauty and whatever that had been.

And… incredibly, without prompt or circumstance, she does too.

Calm and graceful, and smiling full of needles and joy, she matches his rounded, thick fingers with her delicate points and laughs.

And it sounds… Boy, does it sound.

Eddy cries to it. Quite literally the sound of it yanks something up his throat and past his nose until he’s spilling tears. He feels magic in his veins. And not in a dreamy pathetic poet way—no, magic, scroll-full magic with history and weight in it that he knows for sure she is doing it.

“M-maybe no laughing either princess,” Eddy says, scrubbing his tears away with his hair. “That mayhaps be best!”

She laughs again and he curses as he puts his head in his knees and sobs past his own barks of mirth at the ridiculous situation.

He cries and laughs and stares at the wood of the caravan floor and her again, shining and sweet—and h-how?

How in the realm did he get himself into such a mess? Such a divine mess?

Or is that the Siren’s song talking?

#hellcheer #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #fanfic #eddissy

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elf-kid2 · 1 year

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Fantasy Writing Prompts!

The Prince on his Noble Steed, on his way to rescue the Princess, ignores the old beggar at the crossroads. His servant, following behind with a donkey (and the tent, the food, the bandages, etc), takes a moment to share some food and kind words with the beggar. This changes the outcome of the quest in a way that certain Royals are NOT happy about!

The Royal Advisor has rescued the missing Princess ...but some are claiming that he was behind her disappearance in the first place! Is this all part of a plot for the Royal Advisor to take the throne? ...Or is the Princess using the peasant-born Advisor as a scapegoat to cover up her own rebellious decision to run away from home?

The Queen knows that her Step-Daughter is dead. This creature who came out of the woods, pale skinned and crimson-lipped, claiming the late Princess's name... This is Something Else. Though she may not be able to defeat the “Princess” or her seven little bodyguards through direct force, the Queen hopes that, through poison or trickery or anything else she can put together... she’ll be the one to make it out of this alive.

Sleeping Beauty slept for 100 years before the Prince broke the spell-- and her Castle slept with her, guarded by thorns. Now there’s a Royal Wedding to plan, and a young(?) Court Mage who spent the past century studying & practicing Dream-Walking and Dream-Magic wonders what’s next... and if they were right, when they called him mad.

In order to prevent war, the Princess was engaged to marry the Dark King of the neighboring kingdom. When the Princess disappears en route to the wedding, leaving behind a note about eloping with her “True Love,” her entourage has NO CHOICE but to find somebody among their numbers to take the Princess’s place... and, for the sake of peace, hope that the King never finds out about their deception.

The Knight is off to Slay the Dragon and Win the Princess's hand in marriage! This decision is COMPLETELY unrelated to the fact that his (Ex?) Lover, the Enchantress, just kicked him out!

The Prince's fiance has been captured by the Wicked Sorcerer! Unfortunately, it seems the Prince is refusing to go on a Quest to rescue her. [Fiance]’s Handmaiden DEMANDS an explanation!

The Woods are full of bears, wolves, witches, monsters, and all kinds of dangerous creatures who love to eat foolish and disobedient children for dinner! Two siblings debate whether they should stay under the “safety” of their family’s roof, or if it would be wiser to take their chances with the Woods.

The Troll King is dead! Time for an ELECTION to vote for the new Troll King! I’m sure at least ONE of the candidates from the North, East, South, and West will be chill, sane, and level-headed... right?

A Lord and a Siren have fallen in love! ...For some reason, they want to hire a Pirate Crew to facilitate their elopement. This would be easier if the happy couple could agree on if they’d be living on land, or in the sea, once the proper magic items had been acquired...

These prompts are free for whoever wants to use them! Please tag me, if a story should come of it!

@magic-and-moonlit-wings @abutterflyscribbles @writing-on-the-wahl @watercolorfreckles @thepenultimateword @caffeinewitchcraft @displacerghost @amethystpath-writes @puddleslimewrites @snowshower @helathorloki @ladyspock7 @nientedal

#fantasy #writing prompts #prompts #fairytale #writing #magic #heroes and villains

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journalofanoldsoul · 7 months

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Halloween Costume Ideas (12th house)

The 12th house represents the hidden, subconscious, and karmic aspects of our lives. It's a place of both inner retreat and connection to universal suffering, and it plays a significant role in shaping our spiritual and emotional journey. Planets and points in the 12th house can provide insights into these deep and often concealed aspects of our personality and life experiences

Here are some costume ideas for each astrological sign in the 12th house :

Aries in the 12th House:

Man Costume: A silent ninja dressed in all black, symbolizing hidden courage and strength.

Woman Costume: A mysterious warrior princess with a concealed identity, representing inner power.

Taurus in the 12th House:

Man Costume: A masked magician with a top hat, signifying hidden talents and sensual allure.

Woman Costume: A mystical fortune teller, draped in velvet and adorned with ornate jewelry, symbolizing hidden beauty and sensuality.

Gemini in the 12th House:

Man Costume: A riddling detective like Sherlock Holmes, representing the quest for hidden knowledge.

Woman Costume: A curious journalist or reporter with a notebook and microphone, symbolizing the search for hidden truths.

Cancer in the 12th House:

Man Costume: A ghostly sea captain with a mysterious past, reflecting hidden emotional depths.

Woman Costume: A hauntingly beautiful mermaid or siren with a deep and enchanting presence, symbolizing concealed emotions.

Leo in the 12th House:

Man Costume: A masked superhero with an enigmatic identity, representing hidden heroism.

Woman Costume: A captivating and regal masquerade ballroom queen, symbolizing hidden charisma and leadership.

Virgo in the 12th House:

Man Costume: A mystical librarian or alchemist in a cloak and hood, symbolizing hidden wisdom.

Woman Costume: A wise sorceress with a spell book, dressed in earthy tones, representing concealed knowledge and analytical prowess.

Libra in the 12th House:

Man Costume: A masked masquerade ballroom dancer, signifying hidden elegance and grace.

Woman Costume: A graceful and enigmatic opera diva in a stunning gown, symbolizing hidden beauty and artistic talent.

Scorpio in the 12th House:

Man Costume: A dark and mysterious vampire with a hidden and alluring allure.

Woman Costume: A seductive enchantress with a dark veil and mystic charm, signifying hidden intensity and power.

Sagittarius in the 12th House:

Man Costume: An enigmatic traveler or explorer with an ancient map, representing hidden adventures.

Woman Costume: A fortune teller with a crystal ball and mystical robes, symbolizing hidden knowledge and wanderlust.

Capricorn in the 12th House:

Male Costume: A masked business tycoon in a suit, symbolizing hidden ambition and power.

Female Costume: A superheroin/vilain with a concealed identity, dressed in structured and elegant attire, representing hidden authority.

Aquarius in the 12th House:

Man Costume: An eccentric scientist or inventor with a mysterious invention, signifying hidden genius.

Woman Costume: A futuristic astronaut or time traveler, symbolizing concealed knowledge and innovation.

Pisces in the 12th House:

Man Costume: A writer or poet, representing hidden creativity and spirituality.

Woman Costume: A mystical nymph or fairy with an otherworldly aura, symbolizing hidden intuition and compassion.

These costume ideas are designed to capture the mystical and hidden qualities associated with each astrological sign in the 12th house. You can personalize and add details to make them unique and tailored to your Halloween celebration.

Stay tune for more astro posts…

xoxo J.

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mysticstarlightduck · 4 months

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Notice Me, Reader! Tag

Thanks for the tag, @tabswrites!

Rules: Share 3 (or more!) small details from your WIP that you feel have gone/will go unnoticed. (You can choose whether or not to share why the detail is significant!)

I'll share some sneaky details from Tales of Wilted Flowers and Realms of Loss (:

Tales of Wilted Flowers -

Lorelai's name means "alluring enchantress", and usually a name with a meaning related to sirens that lure people to their doom. That name fits well the way the kingdom views her House, as "conniving traitors", but also has a hint of mystery that implies that not all is what it seems. (The idea for this name also came to me after listening to Loreley by Blackmore's Night)

As the title of the story would imply, many of the characters have flower motifs - some of which may appear in clothing motifs, symbolism, or actual flowers in the story. Flowers are usually tied to meanings of rebirth, hope, and something that is thriving. Wilted flowers indicate that something is amiss - perhaps their environment is sickly as well. Rylisan's flower motif is daisies. Xarian's flower motif is the nightshade. Think about that as you will (: Both have multiple meanings for the characters at hand.

When Neoma'ka is introduced she is trapped in a complicated situation. This parallels her backstory, which revolves around her being "trapped" within her family's expectations of her. It also implies that she is trapped, emotionally, by her own hands - for as long as she does not come to terms with her past.

King Tieran Kallasen's story as well as his past friendship-turned-rivalry with Arcturus Wildwood was vaguely inspired by the actual Arthurian legends. Tieran is a twisted version of King Arthur, while Arcturus is inspired by Lancelot.

Once again, the "flower" motif, but subtler: Arista Bryar's surname is a variation of the word briar - which means wild rose. Roses are innocent flowers usually hailed for their beauty, but their thorns can cause a lot of pain. As it turns out, Arista might be more thorn than flower when the story starts. I also chose her surname as "Bryar" because in Ravaryn faeries are known for having nature-inspired surnames, and she is a half-fae (vampires are faeries in this story). She is also associated with the color ember red, or blood crimson - respectively, "like her father's eyes or the rage in her heart."

Multiple character backstories in this WIP deal with the theme of being unjustly judged and shunned, being othered and cast away by other people - be it by being called a bloodthirsty aberration, a scoundrel, a dark magician, or a traitor, when that's not true. It's also a story about those characters learning to love themselves no matter what society thinks about them.

Realms of Loss:

Kassien's symbol (which is in his actual insignia in the story) is the Sea Serpent (the legendary monster). Those creatures are associated in mythology with the ungovernable power of the oceans, chaos, and the mysteries of the unknown.

When Gwain Vytris is first described in the story there's the phrase "his grey cloak frames him like the closed wings of a hawk". Hawks are birds associated with intelligence, adaptability, and freedom, while also being birds of prey capable of causing serious danger to those they hunt. It's a pretty ominous, somewhat hopeful imagery for our angry boi.

The name Drystan is a variation of Tristan, a name that means "sorrow, or one who is sorrowful". Considering Drystan's backstory in this book, I think the name is pretty accurate.

Sara Kallary's story is very much a "person vs fate" story in which she questions whether she was born destined to be a vile monster like a certain relative of hers, or if she can choose and carve out her own path and destiny.

Nesrynna is known for her unique necklace, which has an amulet that is actually a music box. This has two meanings, both are correct: 1. she chooses to look for beauty and hope in unlikely places, 2. she is stuck in the pain of her childhood, and what it could've been if nothing had gone wrong, she never let go.

Tagging - @oh-no-another-idea, @sm-writes-chaos, @steh-lar-uh-nuhs, @writernopal, @elshells, @cabbojage, @jay-avian and @rickie-the-storyteller

#wip: tales of wilted flowers #wip: realms of loss #my wips #tag games! (:#writers on tumblr #character writing #writerblr #my characters #my writing #writeblr #writing #writers

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mogai-sunflowers · 1 year

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aurethesia coining to-do list!

aurethi related to…

being an auroracore enchantress

violin music

flute music

pastel rainbow waterlilies

auroracore waterlilies

lindsey Stirling music, music videos, and aesthetics

the scene in ‘abominable’ where Yi plays her violin in a snowstorm

auroracore skies with sparkly auroracore rainbows

sparkly auroracore roses

pastel rainbow roses

sparkly auroracore butterflies

sparkly auroracore dragonflies

starry auroracore skies

starry pastel rainbow skies

auroracore-themed flowers

auroracore + spacecore

auroracore + sparklecore

auroracore + crystalcore

auroracore themes of the sea

an auroracore enchantress emanating auroracore energy/power in an auroracore sky

being an auroracore muse

ethereal music

auroracore twilight aesthetics

ethereal fantasy/auroracore landscapes

crystals, sparkles, magic powers, magic princesses, sparkly auroracore rainbows, and the sky

the following words: etherea, aurora, enchantress, crystal, fantasia, fantasy, magical, mystical, whimsical, fairytale, daydream, everafter, foreverafter, evermore, forevermore, foreverglow, afterglow, wonderland, flower, fleur, petal, lily, waterlily, rose, lavender, iris, blossom, star, stargaze, starlight, starcrossed, starshine, starglow, starchild, luna, moon, moonlight, moonglow, moonchild, moonrise, sunrise, dawn, sunset, day, heaven, haven, realm, sunkissed, dreamy, darling, sky, sweet, dainty, delicate, gentle, tranquil, peace, serene, paradise, romance, aura, lullaby, symphony, serenade, song, melody, harmony, siren, luminous, maiden, belle, dear, grace, hope, lovely, morning, majesty, reign, princess, goddess, fae, fairy, fairyland, storyland, storyteller, story, imagine, imagination, divine, rosetta, morningstar, fate, charming, dreamland, celestial, destiny, idyll, enamor, amore, aerial, wanderlust, bluebird, songbird, birdsong, hypnosis, twirl, romance, effervescent, eloquent, evanescent, serendipity, solitude, ephemeral, kiss, eden, ether, aether, garden, elixir, legacy, legend, eveningstar, illusion, sparkle, glimmer, shimmer, midnight, myth, lore, folklore, rainbow, hiraeth, quest, prophecy, dragonflight, dragonfly, butterfly, willow, aspen, juniper, meadow, artemis, echo, death, everlasting, primrose, nyx, lyric, galaxy, rain, mirror, eternia, and glow

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

the following SPOP characters/things: Glimmer, Angella, Light Hope, Swift Wind, Mermista, Perfuma, Spinnerella, Netossa, Mara, Bright Moon, the Sea Gate, the Enchanted Forest, the planet Etherea, the SHERA transformation sequence, Mystacor, the SPOP finale, the episode ‘Princess Prom’, the stars in Etherea and what they represent, the SPOP theme song (Warriors), the song ‘Battle For Bright Moon’, the song ‘Ties that Bind’, and the entire SPOP soundtrack

barbie fairytopia

barbie mermaidia

barbie fairytopia magic of the rainbow

elina from Barbie fairytopia/mermaidia

the enchantress from Barbie fairytopia/mermaidia

barbie mariposa

barbie and the Diamond castle

the actual Diamond castle (and the scene where it finally appears) from Barbie and the Diamond castle

the muses from Barbie and the Diamond castle

the universe of tinker bell and especially pixie hollow

silvermist from tinkerbell

rosetta from tinkerbell

the owl house

The video games Ori and the Will of the Wisps and Ori and the Blind Forest

Masque dragon from Dragon Vale

the game Omori

the game Genshin Impact

the game ethereal legends

the game league of legends

the game legend of zelda

MLP

princess Celestia from MLP

Twilight sparkle from MLP

Midnight Sparjle from MLP

princess luna from MLP

the character Sisu from Raya and the Last Dragon

the light fury from HTTYD

the soundtracks of: Raya and the Last Dragon, Abominable, the Ori games, smallfoot, Hobbit/LOTR, Narnia, HTTYD, and Frozen/Frozen 2

the following geometry dash levels and soundtracks: back on track, Time Machine, theory of everything, theory of everything 2, electroman adventures, and hexagon force

ethereal island from my singing monsters

the following songs- crystallize, elements, the phoenix, foreverglow, aurora, stars align, take flight, artemis, guardian, between twilight, something wild (acoustic), lost girls, shadows, love goes on and on, where do we go, what you’re made of, song of the caged bird, and first light by Lindsey Stirling, STAR WALKIN, aurora, lonely world, the ritual, the spectre, SOS, parachute, satellite, pretty, MONUMENT, remember, weightless, forever, forgettable, alkaline, alchemy, radioactive rain, wonderland, strange utopia, ignite, world we used to know, pixies parasol, play, melodies, faded, alone pt. 2, hold on to your love, paper planes, are you happy, break with me, slow, wild enough, lead the way, wonderful life, for you, shine your way, remember, blue, free, how, if you believe, kings and queens, this is the hunt, war of hearts, nightshade, fragile world, show yourself, new way home, lily, different world, end of time, dark side, close your eyes, loyal brave and true, connected, believe, and starlight brigade

the show “trollhunters”

most of these will be posted on @auroras-kiss ! tagging @neopronouns @nepetaisms @queerliom @dreamythism @delusielle !

#🌌when the stars align ; reigns rambles🌌#aurethesia

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msweebyness · 3 months

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DuPont School of Monstrous Youths- Evie Balthazar

Her songs will get you under her spell! Let’s give Evie a big hand! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Species: Siren

Appearance/Attire: Pale red fins on side of head, feather-style waist-length auburn-brown hair, hazel eyes with flecks of gold, sharp fangs, darker tanned skin, rich brown feathers on shoulder blades, pale red fish scales all down arms, dark red feathery wings, rich brown feathers on calves, webbed feet with talons, tall and curvy build. Laurel leaf headband with small pink gems, layered blue pearl necklace, pastel pink knee-length Greek style dress, pale blue organza shawl, gold cuff bracelets, gold calf-high gladiator sandals.

Bio: Born to be a musical enchantress of the seas, Evie loves using her divinely beautiful voice to delight audiences rather than lead them to their dooms on the oceans. (Only a few sirens actually do that by the way, they’re bad eggs!) Raised in a family of nobility, Evie’s manners are positively impeccable and she doesn’t take well to rudeness. Despite this, she fell deeply in love with her rustic centaur beau and is able to cut loose with her friends. Don’t worry, she’ll never use the hypnotic powers of her voice without a VERY good reason!

Quotes:

“Honestly, can we show a little decorum here?”

“You know my heart sings only for you, dearest.”

“Well, yes, I suppose it’s technically brainwashing, but I never do it without a good reason!”

“I. Am. Not. A. Harpy. I am a SIREN.”

“I suppose I could do one song…”

“Goodness, my feathers are molting again!”

She’s far from singing her swan song! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

#miraculous ladybug #school for monstrous youths #monster high au #mlb ocs #theater kid #evie balthazar #siren

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malevolvs · 5 months

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ryan destiny, 97, cis woman, she/her — did you see lady sirena halloran walking down main street ? the tabloids say that the siren is known to be doll-like and meek, but who knows if that’s true. the lady seems to fit the vibe of an imperfection in a glass that skews the view, a pearl necklace seemingly getting tighter around your throat, & the desire to be as free as the water you call home .

name — sirena halloran nickname(s) — sirena / sisi name meaning — sirena: enchantress & halloran: from across the sea age — ninety-seven date of birth — february 21st sexual orientation — bisexual religion — prays to the gods each night occupation — youngest lady halloran, though she wishes to do more residence — the water family — father and mother halloran, 2 older siblings, and a twin sister, silena, who is deceased species — siren with scales that run deep blue and fade to a light purple

**death and familial/sibling loss mentioned**

sirena is a lady of siren low nobility residing in the enchanting city of celestria. as a siren, she embodies the ethereal beauty and enchanting melodies that define her species. born into a family with a noble lineage, sirena's life took a poignant turn five years ago when her twin sister passed away after spending too much time on land.

sirena is now the youngest of three siblings, with two older siblings. the loss of her twin sister has left a lasting impact on the family. sirena's relationship with her mother has become strained since the tragic incident. the overprotectiveness has intensified, creating a sense of suffocation for sirena. her desire to explore the world beyond the underwater realm clashes with her mother's fears and restrictions.

sirena is characterized by her shy and meek demeanor. soft features and a kind heart define her, reflecting the gentle nature of her siren lineage. despite her reserved nature, there is a burgeoning curiosity within her. sirena yearns to break free from the confines of overprotection, wanting to explore the city, make new friends, and carve her own path.

sirena finds solace in the world of art, particularly in painting. however, being a siren, her ability to paint is limited, as the medium is not conducive to the underwater environment. this creative restriction becomes a source of frustration for her, as she longs to express herself through the strokes of a brush like she once did with her sister.

torn between her mother's protective embrace and her own desires to explore the city, she seeks a delicate balance. through the exploration of celestria, sirena hopes to make new connections and form friendships that extend beyond the boundaries of her family's watchful gaze. her love for painting becomes a catalyst for breaking free, as she searches for a way to translate her artistic expression into a world where water doesn't limit her.

#chq.intro #𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍 — 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⟩ intro .#familial loss tw #siblings loss tw #death tw

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lucascecil · 8 months

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Fourth Doctor - Project: Blue Box

TV stories

◆ Robot

◆ The Ark in Space

◆ The Sontaran Experiment

◆ Genesis of the Daleks

◆ Revenge of the Cybermen

◆ Terror of the Zygons

◆ Planet of Evil

◆ Pyramids of Mars

◆ The Android Invasion

◆ The Brain of Morbius

◆ The Seeds of Doom

◆ The Masque of the Mandragora

◆ The Hand of Fear

◆ The Deadly Assassin

◆ The Face of Evil

◆ The Robots of Death

◆ The Talons of Weng-Chiang

◆ Horror of Fang Rock

◆ The Invisible Enemy

◆ Image of the Fendahl

◆ The Sun Makers

◆ Underworld

◆ The Invasion of Time

◆ The Ribos Operation

◆ The Pirate Planet

◆ The Stones of Blood

◆ The Androids of Tara

◆ The Power of Kroll

◆ The Armageddon Factor

◆ Destiny of the Daleks

◆ City of Death

◆ The Creature from the Pit

◆ Nightmare of Eden

◆ The Horns of Nimon

◆ Shada

◆ The Leisure Hive

◆ Meglos

◆ Full Circle

◆ State of Decay

◆ Warrior’s Gate

◆ The Keeper of Traken

◆ Logopolis

Audio stories

- 4th Doctor Adventures & Audio Novels

◆ The Watchers

◆ Night of the Stormcrow

◆ Destination: Nerva

◆ The Renaissance Man

◆ The Wrath of the Iceni

◆ Energy of the Daleks

◆ Trail of the White Worm/The Oseidon Adventures

◆ The Auntie Matter

◆ The Sands of Life/War Against the Laan

◆ The Justice of Jalxar

◆ Phantoms of the Deep

◆ The Dalek Contract/The Final Phase

◆ The King of Sontar

◆ White Ghosts

◆ The Crooked Man

◆ The Evil One

◆ Last of the Colophon

◆ Destroy the Infinite

◆ The Abandoned

◆ Zygon Hunt

◆ The Exxilons

◆ The Darkness of Glass

◆ Requiem for the Rocket Men

◆ Death Match

◆ Suburban Hell

◆ The Cloisters of Terror

◆ The Fate of Krelos/Return to Telos

◆ Wave of Destruction

◆ The Labyrinth of Buda Castle

◆ The Paradox Planet/Legacy of Death

◆ Gallery of Ghouls

◆ The Trouble with Drax

◆ The Pursuit of History/Casualties of Time

◆ The Beast of Kravenos

◆ The Eternal Battle

◆ The Silent Scream

◆ Dethras

◆ The Haunting of Malkin Place

◆ Subterranea

◆ The Mavellan Grave

◆ The Skin of the Sleek/The Thief Who Stole Time

◆ The Sons of Kaldor

◆ The Crowmarsh Experiment

◆ The Mind Runners/The Demon Rises

◆ The Shadow of London

◆ The Bad Penny

◆ Kill the Doctor!/The Age of Sutekh

◆ The Sinestran Kill

◆ Planet of the Drashigs

◆ The Enchantress of Numbers

◆ The False Guardian/Time’s Assassin

◆ Fever Island

◆ The Perfect Prisoners

◆ Purgatory 12

◆ Chase the Night

◆ The Planet of the Witches

◆ The Quest of the Engineer

◆ Shadow of the Sun

◆ The World Traders

◆ The Day of the Comet

◆ The Tribulations of Thadeus Nook

◆ The Primeval Design

◆ Blood of the Time Lords

◆ The Ravencliff Witch

◆ The Dreams of Avarice

◆ Shellshock

◆ Peake Season

◆ Ice Heist

◆ Antilia the Lost

◆ The Wizard of Time

◆ The Friendly Invasion

◆ Stone Cold

◆ The Ghost of Margaret

◆ Storm of the Sea Devils

◆ World Beyond

◆ Matryoshka

◆ The Caged Assassin

◆ Metamorphosis

◆ The Face in the Storm

◆ Dominant Species

- The Companion Chronicles

◆ The Child

◆ The Catalyst

◆ Empathy Games

◆ The Time Vampire

◆ Ferril’s Folly

◆ Tales from the Vault

◆ The Stealers from Saiph

◆ The Beautiful People

◆ The Pyralis Effect

◆ Luna Romana

◆ The Invasion of E-Space

- The Lost Stories

◆ The Foe from the Future

◆ The Valley of Death

◆ The Doomsday Contract

- Past Doctors, New Monsters

◆ Night of the Vashta Nerada

- Phillip Hinchcliffe Presents

◆ The Ghosts of Gralstead

◆ The Devil’s Armada

◆ The Genesis Chamber

◆ The Helm of Awe

◆ The God of Panthoms

- Short Trips

◆ #HarrySullivan

◆ Collector’s Item

◆ The Wondrous Box

◆ How to Win Planets and Influence People

◆ Chain Reaction

◆ Only Connect

◆ Deleted Scenes

◆ The Revisionists

◆ Death-Dealer

◆ The Ghost Trap

◆ Black Dog

◆ The Beast of Muir

◆ Sound the Siren and I’ll Come To You Comrade

◆ The Smallest Bride

◆ String Theory

◆ I Am the Master

◆ The Warren Legacy

◆ The Doctor’s First XI

◆ The Old Rogue

◆ Breadcrumbs

◆ Waiting for Gadot

◆ A Full Life

◆ Messages from the Dead

◆ Erasure

Books

◆ The Romance of Crime

◆ System Shock

◆ Managra

◆ The English Way of Crime

◆ The Shadow of Weng-Chiang

◆ A Device of Death

◆ The Well-Mannered War

◆ Eye of Heaven

◆ Last Man Running

◆ Millenium Shock

◆ Corpse Maker

◆ Tomb of Valdemar

◆ Festival of Death

◆ Asylum

◆ Psi-ence

◆ Drift

◆ Wolfsbane

◆ Match of the Day

◆ The Drasten Curse

#Fourth Doctor #Doc Thoughts

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ask-churro-cookie · 1 year

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Okay, @teabrain , I got more stuff

No pictures but I did work on a good bit of who is what in this new au, mostly the legendary and Ancients. Just the basics. Also, the dragons are still just dragons in this au, just different types.

The legendary cookies:

Moonlight: goddess and Queen dream weaver

Sea fairy: goddess and Queen sea nymph

Fire spirit: god and King fire demon

Wind Archer: god and King wind spirit

Frost Queen: goddess and Queen of snow fae and frost spirits

Black pearl: dark goddess and Queen siren

Dark Enchantress: Dark goddess and Queen Dark fae

Ancient cookies:

Pure vanilla: demi-god and Angel

Dark cacao: Demi-god and Dragon

Hollyberry: Demi-god and Minotaur(no bull head tho-)

Golden Cheese: Demi-god and Sphinx

White Lily: Demi-god and Wisp

Other cookies:

Dark choco: Dragon-born

Licorice: Lich and demon hybrid

Pomegranate: Dark sorceress

Red Velvet: Skinwalker(Dark fae version)

Poison mushroom: Shroom folk

Vagabond: three-way hybrid of cookie, Dragon, and lost spirit

Sherbet: Demi-god and Frost spirit prince(adopted by Frost Queen)

Cotton: Snow fae

Capsaicin: three way hybrid of Cookie, Fire demon, and Minotaur

Crunchy chip: Semi-Werewolf

Caramel arrow: Dragon-Born

Wildberry: Lion-centaur or Lion shifter(haven't decided yet)

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https-rainbumble · 2 years

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Evanore // The Enchantress

face claim · rachel weisz

cursed name · none

fic · witches and women

love interest · zelena [mills]/wicked witch of the west

Odette // White Swan Princess

face claim · samara weaving

cursed name · maera sanguine

fic · curse of the forest

love interest · killian jones/captain hook

Laita // Forgotten Mermaid

face claim · poppy drayton

cursed name · none

fic · songs of the sea

love interest · killian jones/captain hook

Nerita // The Half Siren

face claim · astrid berges frisbey

cursed name · none

fic · once upon a daydream

love interest · peter pan

Sophillia Heartstrong // Shadow Queen

face claim · katie mcgrath

cursed name · daisy flores

fic · whispers of the curse

love interest · regina mills/the evil queen

Cassandra Youngblood // White Queen

face claim · anne hathaway

cursed name · morgan hall

fic · the flames of insanity

love interest · archie hopper/jimminy cricket

Odile // Black Swan Princess

face claim · krysten ritter

cursed name · edna vossen

fic · dance with me

love interest · regina mills/the evil queen

Raine Blackwood // Coven of The First

face claim · sarah jeffery

cursed name · esmeralda mills

fic · dawn

love interest · tbd

Medeia Fang // Lost Girl

face claim · jenny boyd

cursed name · sophia swan

fic · naming the night

love interest · tbd [possible peter pan]

Piper Grimm // The Daughter Grimm

face claim · zoë kravitz

cursed name · zena le torneau

fic · writing our story

love interest · killian jones/captain hook

Brigid Hollow // White Witch

face claim · natalie dormer

cursed name · abena ‘abbie’ zayne

fic · separated at the town

love interest · mr. gold/rumpelstiltskin

Cassia Helion // Daughter of The Sun

face claim · danielle rose russell

cursed name · pepper crimson

fic · demise of hope

love interest · tbd

Harper Hart // The Lost Girl

face claim · grace phillips

cursed name · none

fic · women of the first dagger

love interest · peter pan

Tara Labyrinth // The Labyrinth’s Daughter

face claim · jennifer connelly

cursed name · aris mills

fic · call of the mazes

love interest · tbd

Anastasia // The Lost Princess

face claim · sophie turner

cursed name · misty duke

fic · harmony

love interest · regina mills/the evil queen

Ninia Valloti // Women Of The Snow

face claim · anya taylor joy

cursed name · wendy cloven

fic · ruins of the banished

love interest · killian jones/captain hook

Zinovia Tereselli

face claim · candice accola

cursed name · violeta dimatou

fic · dwelling in the light

love interest · killian jones/captain hook

Callidora

face claim · nina dobrev

cursed name · carmilla viotto

fic · life beneath the forest

love interest · regina mills/the evil queen

Izabela French

face claim · danielle campbell

cursed name · eva tantalidi

fic · misfortune without sin

love interest · mr. gold/rumplestiltskin

Marvella // The Fallen

face claim · ella purnell

cursed name · laylah whithill

fic · descendant of the gods

love interest · david/prince charming

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xasha777 · 30 days

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In the twilight of Zadar County, where the Adriatic Sea whispered ancient secrets to the moonlit shores, stood a figure as enigmatic as the land itself. She was known as Althea, the last of the cybernetic enchantresses from the once formidable Techno-Coven. Her hair, the color of the rarest pink corals found in the deepest trenches of the ocean, cascaded down her shoulders, reflecting the soft glow of the city's neon lights.

It was said that Althea's eyes held the power of the cosmos: one eye mirroring the serene blue of Earth's skies, the other the vibrant nebulae of a distant galaxy. In her presence, the air thrummed with a silent energy, a testament to the fusion of technology and sorcery coursing through her veins.

Zadar County had become a sanctuary, hidden from the galaxy's prying eyes, a place where time seemed to pause, reflecting the perpetual dusk of a world resisting the tide of unrelenting progress. Here, in the twilight, Althea sought the secrets to balance the harmonies of nature with the pulse of machines.

Clad in attire that shimmered like the surface of a star, she navigated the cobblestone streets of the ancient city, her presence a bridge between the old world and the new. The city's denizens, a mixture of organics and synthetics, regarded her with a blend of reverence and caution. She was the guardian of their history, and the key to their future.

Zadar County was under threat. A force, known only as the Void, was creeping across the galaxy, swallowing stars and extinguishing civilizations in its insatiable hunger. Althea's coven had fallen in its path, leaving her the sole custodian of a powerful artifact hidden within the county's cryptic ruins—a device capable of sealing the Void forever.

But the Void had sent its agents, beings of shadow and malice, to hunt Althea down. They prowled the County, seeking to unravel the protective spells woven into the fabric of the city's walls by generations of enchantresses.

As the celestial bodies aligned, signaling the time of confrontation, Althea ascended the ancient bell tower, the highest vantage point in Zadar. From there, she could survey her realm and prepare for the impending battle. The artifact, a nexus of ancient energies and hyper-advanced technology, awaited activation at the city's heart.

The Void's minions descended, and the skies above Zadar County darkened with their presence. But Althea was resolute. Her voice, layered with the harmonic codes of her coven, rang out, disrupting the invaders' advance. The artifact thrummed to life, its pulse beating in time with her incantations.

A light surged from the nexus, a brilliant lance that pierced the heavens, severing the Void's tendrils. Althea's spells sang of creation and life, a siren call that bound the Void's essence, casting it back into the nothingness from whence it came.

The people of Zadar County emerged from their sanctuaries, their eyes wide with wonder as the skies cleared, revealing the stars once more. They knew that their enchantress had saved them, preserving the delicate balance of their world.

In the aftermath, Althea stood atop the bell tower, her gaze fixed upon the horizon where the sea met the sky. There was peace, for now, but the cosmos was vast and full of mysteries yet to be uncovered. And she, the cybernetic enchantress of Zadar County, would be there to meet them.

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