#|| Crimson Kraken

[shadowtear]

Forgot i had this app LOL

Heres doodles (i did not do the peter or the ones in the boat

[nemo-draco]

"Talk to me, I talk back."

@sstvar 's version of Bendy, affectionately called Boo, has been hanging around my brain recently. He's a bit upset regarding some of the plots the others are going through.

Papa Wolf Demon...XD

[raccoonskoodilypoopdungeon]

the crimson demons are peak fantasy race because they fulfil the human need to just be a bunch of weirdos

[carby]

Bro floor dreams hit different. Like you sleep in your bed or on a couch that's one thing. But floor dreams? Buckle in baby

In this dream I was driving with my husband on the interstate and as driving in dreams goes I can't reach the goddamn pedals. So this makes for a slippery time of course and at some point I end up rear ending the car in front of us going full speed because I'm in the back seat trying to steer the car (???). We survive of course but end up fleeing the scene because SWAT shows up and tries to take us in.

Aside from the fact that it doesn't make sense that SWAT is handling a traffic stop, we end up going to prison. But it's not just any prison. I end up getting sentenced to work in a childcare center, but my husband got the short end of the stick. Because he ends up in the Crimson Bucket.

The US Navy takes my husband to the middle of the ocean via helicopter, and a massive, reddish structure rises from the waves. It's made up of hundreds of cells that are kinda shaped like cassette tapes, and these launch from the structure to receive prisoners or whatever. So they deposit him in one of these cassette-cells and it reattaches to the main structure and the whole thing sinks beneath the waves again. This dystopian, maximum security black ops site straight up swallows my husband forever like a kraken.

And as it sinks into the depts, I hear someone say in a rueful tone, "The Crimson Bucket. You go in, then you go under. And there's no re-winding."

I woke up in a cold sweat after that with that phrase echoing in my mind

[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐉.𝐖𝐘 ♡

Day Twenty-Seven - Pirate/Siren Au

【Synopsis】 : Through the life at sea, it's proven that anyone deserves to be loved. Even a pretty pirate and a thieving siren.

『Word count』 : 2.34k

-> Genre: Pirate Au. Smut.

Pairing: Pirate!Wooyoung x Siren!Reader

[Warnings] : The reader is hinted to queer cause I couldn't help myself. Thieving. Allusions of ot8 poly (again, I couldn't help myself). Seonghwa is a hybrid and Hongjoong's lover. Wooyoung is a blushing mess, and Reader is a girlboss. Switches on both ends. Monster fucking (yes you heard that right). Pet names. These two are such big flirts, arggh! Also, since Reader is a hybrid, not a full siren, she can breathe above water while still in her siren form, okay, leave me alone... let me have my fantasy here. Hehe. Tit play. Hickies. Fingering. Oral (F rec). Unprotected sex.

Networks: @wonderlandnet @illusionnet @cromernet @k-vanity

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The salty air stung your skin as you quickly darted between the shadows of the docks, your heart pounding like a drum in your chest. The night had begun with alluring whispers and stolen glances at the recent endeavour in the royal court. An elegant feast held under the gentle evening sun in the grand hall filled with laughter and music, you had enchanted the princess with your charming voice, all the while scheming for an audacious heist.

The jewelled necklace you had stolen was the king’s prized heirloom. A royal piece, glimmering with rubies and diamonds, and it had been far too tempting for you to resist. So with your heart racing, a heady rush of adrenaline and the weight of a sparkling necklace hidden in the folds of your many-layered pants dress. You hurried towards the docks, where the salty air filled your lungs and anticipation raced through your veins. You could hear the clamour of footsteps behind you—guards, furious at your audacity to steal not just a gemstone jewel but also the heart of the lavish princess. In an act of sheer impulse, you leapt aboard the nearest vessel, a pirate ship called Illusion, where the raucous laughter of all too familiar friends, the ATEEZ crew, filled the air.

Wooyoung, the spirited and playful member of the pirate crew, stood on the deck with a curious look on his face, his dark hair whipped by the ocean breeze. “Doll?” Before you could dash across the top deck, your eyes met Wooyoung’s—a playful glint surfacing in his dark, penetrating gaze. He had always been the one to look at you like you were the sea itself—mysterious, and endless. 

The others seemed to notice you now, all standing around with waiting breaths and knowing looks. You could never seem to resist the rush of attention that surged through you at the sight of all of them, especially Wooyoung. And with that final spark igniting your heart, you stood tall on the railing blowing a kiss in the direction of the crew before diving overboard, the transformation from human to siren taking effect in a beautiful cascade of shimmering scales and a flowing, deep crimson tail. 

The suddenly piercing shouts of the guards echoed as they arrived at the ship, gasping for breath and pointing fingers. But the crew merely shrugged, exchanging knowing smiles while keeping the secret of where you had gone. “Where is she?” one of the guards shouted, breathless and furious, red-faced from the chase.

The crew, unwilling to betray their friend. Mingi suddenly spoke up. "We didn't see anyone," He declared, leaning against the ship's railing nonchalantly while Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, lips curling into a smirk. 

“And you Captain? or maybe your Kraken knows.” Seonghwa growled, his scales on his neck flaring at the guard's bitter remark towards him but Hongjoong stepped in front of his lover and right-hand man before spitting venom in the direction of the useless royal guards.

“Like my crew said. We have no idea where or who ‘she’ is. Now I have to ask you to never speak to my men like that ever again and kindly get the fuck off my ship.” The guards stormed away quickly after that, frustrated and defeated, leaving the crew to their own merriment even though a few seemed to have a gaze of rage, wanting nothing more than to fight the ruthless pirate crew. 

After the guards finally left from the deck of the vessel, Hongjoong nodded his head towards his navigator Yeosang who let out a whistle that could be heard from across the waves, indicating departure of the docks.

Once the ship set sail, the gentle rocking of the Illusion began to lull you back. And as the lanterns started flickering against the now dusky orange sky as the stars started to twinkle overhead, Wooyoung peered down into the depths every so often as the evening came to close. His eyes widened in awe as he caught sight of your shimmering tail gliding gracefully, scales glinting like jewels in the near full moonlight.

Below the waves, you circled the hull of the ship, watching with excitement as the crew went about their duties. It was like the calm before the storm, a moment of peace where you could compile your thoughts and emotions, particularly about the charming pirate who had ensnared your heart.

When the moon cast silvery light across the sea, and the wind had settled into a gentle whisper, you finally emerged, slipping quietly onto the deck. You perched yourself on the railing. And that night, restless with thoughts of you, Wooyoung had wandered to the back top deck once everyone was asleep, searching for fresh air and solitude. But his breath caught in his throat as he found you there, bathing in the starlight.

“Doll…” he stood there stunned, his voice a mixture of incredulity and wonder.

You smiled, your gaze playful. “What brings you up here, pretty pirate?” His eyes widened as he took in the breathtaking sight before him, but it was you who pushed again. "Missed me?" Your voice was melodious and teasing, seduction dancing on your lips.

His cheeks flushed at your boldness, his heart thrumming with a familiar intensity. “You’re a thief,” he playfully scolded, but there was warmth in his tone as he took a step closer until his hands could rest on the railing. “Stealing from a princess? Are you trying to get yourself caught?”

“Maybe,” You teased with a tilted head, eyes gleaming with mischief. “But you have to admit, I looked good doing it.” 

Wooyoung let out a hearty chuckle, his posture shifting between admiration and want. “You look beautiful all the time. You always have,” He confessed before his brain could catch his tongue, allowing his feelings to spill over, borne by the intoxication of the moment.

With a sultry grin, you leaned in closer, your face only inches apart, and whispered, “Flattery will get you everywhere, you know…” 

“Oh really.” He smirked, digging closer, your lips brushing just slightly. You hummed, your eyes hooded as you desperately waited for him to take the hint to kiss you. He chuckled, brushing his lips against yours, sweet and tender. The kiss ignited something electric within him as he felt himself respond instinctively, drawing you near as the elusive warmth of your hypnotic aura wrapped around his heart. His hand found your cold wet cheek, diving feverishly into the salty kiss. The noise that escaped your throat was quickly swallowed by Wooyoung before he pulled away for air.

It was like time had become non-existence and it was just you, him and the vast ocean, lulling you into pleasure and temptation. “You’re always cute when you blush,” You suddenly whisper, slicing the silence like a knife to butter. Pulling away slightly to revel in the rosy glow that painted his cheeks. Something primal ignited in Wooyoung then—a growl of need rumbled deep within him, spurring him to flirt back.

“You’re always cute when you scrunch your nose every time you’re mad.” His voice is barely above a whisper as his hand finds a place on the lap of your tail, feeling the gem-like scales beneath the pads of his fingers. “You’re always cute when you look at me with those hopeful eyes. Those big eyes that match the way I stare at you whenever you’re not looking.” Your eyes widened with delight, and before you could contain yourself, let alone get another word out, Wooyoung scooped you up with surprising ease, as if your siren form was weightless in his arms. “You’re always cute…beautiful. Stunning and magnificent.”

You smile, placing a hand on his chest you snuggled against his neck. “What about badasses?” You teased. He carried you into his cabin, gently laying you upon his bed like a rare treasure. Before closing the door, making sure no one saw him. He couldn’t help but smile as he stared at you. “Totally badass.”

You giggled as he climbed on top of you, caging you to the soft duck feather-filled bed. His lips found yours once again sealing your giggles to a whine. But it was when you felt his hands on your hips did you stop, pushing lightly against his shoulders. “Wait…” 

“What’s the matter?” He instantly sat up, his hand moving from your waist to your cheek, cupping your face lovingly.

“Wouldn’t you prefer my human form?” you asked softly, your eyes searching his desperately.

With a gulp, he admitted, “I love your tail… I want you to stay like this.” His voice was barely a whisper as if saying it any louder might shatter the enchanting of the moment. As he inched back down to your face, showering you with soft kisses, your laughter danced in the air, a melody that wrapped around him, pulling him deeper into your spell. He couldn’t help but wonder if a siren’s kiss held magic beyond what he understood, but in that moment, he cared little for such intricacies. All that mattered was you, your presence in the form you wanted. Your laughter, Your very being blending with his, weaving a tapestry of emotions that felt like home amidst the wild seas.

So as you reached for the strings on his nightwear, you slowly undid each lace and knot. His lips never leave your skin as he litters you with his bright purple and pink marks almost a sheer contrast to the colouring of your scales. His smile could be felt against you, as you bit your lip while your fingers tugged for the fabric to be taken off his form. With a low quiet chuckle, he sat up once more, yanking his shirt off before pulling down his pants, flicking them off his ankles with nothing but inelegance. His legs fall on either side of your tail, his cock resting on his abdomen. You couldn’t help but whine out a noise you’ve never heard yourself make, wanting nothing more than to touch his hardened appendage. 

“Everyone is asleep, so we are gonna have to get quiet okay?” His words were shaky with his breath heavy and uneven. You nodded your head eagerly as your hand fell down to your pelvis to untie the knots on either side of your hips, letting the cloth fall from your figure. Using your arm you sat up slightly to reach behind you to rug on the fabric that was firmly wrapped around your breasts but you ended up huffing, making wooyoung chuckle, “Let me help you.” His hands quickly tugged all the fabric off you, leaving your body bare in front of him. “Fuck…”

It was like he was star-struck, hypnotised by the sight of you. You felt blush creep over your face as your fingers ran along the slit on the front of your tail before slipping inside. Wooyoung’s eyes hooded in awe as you used your fingers to open your cunt up. “Don’t just stare, pirate…”

“I can’t help it.” He smirked, leaning down until his face was directly above your plump breasts. His tongue dipped out of his mouth to swirl around your hardening nipple. A shiver ran up your spine as you continued to pump yourself full with your fingers. But Wooyoung had other plans as he swapped between tits, gifting them both rushed nibbles before he sank further down, kissing along your tummy until he was in line with your pussy. “You’re so cute.”

His hand tugged your fingers out of you so he could replace them with his own, slipping two fingers inside you. His tongue found your little bud as he drank up your salty slick. “Wooyoung…fuck.” Your hands flew for his soft locks, sharply pulling as your hips bucked and thrashed against his lovingly desperate touch. “W-woo. I…nargh…” you gasped as you felt him hum in response, letting the vibration of his voice send shivers through you. You feel your mind fog over like the sea does in the early mornings as you tip closer and closer to the edge. Your hips buckled as Wooyoung thrusted his finger inside your cunt at a quickened pace. “Woo!!!”

“Come for me, baby.” His words were what you needed as you came with a silent scream. You bit your lip trying your best not to wake the other on board but when his thumb pushed firmly on your clit it was hard for you not to yelp his name over and over again like a broken record. “So pretty…”

His chuckles made you blush as he kissed up your body until he was face to face with you. His face glistened in the lantern light, his eyes warm as loving. For a moment your heart felt like it stopped as you stared at the human in front of you. He looked at you like no one ever had as if he could ride the waves of destiny without fear, sailing into the unknown alongside the siren that stole his heart. “My pretty pirate…”

Your whisper was delicate while your hand rested on his slick-covered cheek. His expression darkened as his mouth fell open ajar. Leaning forward, the tip of his cock rubbed along your slit making your breath hitch. And as your brow knit together your lips found his, letting him swallow all the hypnotic noises you created feeling him sink deeper inside you. Inch by inch. Wooyoung felt breathless, heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of the waves and calming rock of the boat. He was entranced—not just by your beauty or your siren allure, but by the glimmers of connection you both had forged. All thoughts of treasure and piracy faded; now, you were his only greatest adventure. And as his hips picked up thrusting slowly and deeply inside you, the Illusion sailed forth into the dark expanse of the ocean, both your fates intertwining, not caring for anything that laid beyond the four walls around you. Not even the sea...

[merrinla]

Story to be told

When Halsin asks you to tell him something about yourself, the answers will be different depending on who you play as.

Tav / Dark Urge: I live in mortal fear of krakens, though I've never actually seen one. Halsin: Well they are fierce creatures from what I understand... but as long as you avoid the high seas, I think you can consider yourself safe.

Astarion: Maybe I have a sweet tooth too. Halsin: Is that so? Would you seek to drizzle honey on a neck before indulging?

Shadowheart: Well, I have something of a soft spot for animals... though I've never had a pet, that I'm aware of. Halsin: Ha! Pet ownership is an illusion - nature's creatures choose their own companions. No one has true mastery over them in the end. As it should be. But it heartens me to learn you and I share the same admiration.

Karlach: When I first got to the Hells, I was so scared and lonely I adopted a pet rock. Named it Crag. Halsin: Ah, but there are no pets in nature - only companions. Though I'll admit Crag likely made for a rather stoic confidante...

Gale: I cast my first spell whilst still a babe. My mother took an awful fright when I conjured up a score of rabbits in the pantry. Halsin: Ha! Talented from the beginning, then? Almost a surprise you didn't cast magic in the womb.

Wyll: I've always wanted a child of my own. Perhaps one day, when peace visits the Coast. Halsin: I think I know how you feel... duty, eh? I hope your wish comes true. We'll need new life once all this is over.

Lae'zel: I despise sunsets, slow wits - and small talk. Halsin: Luckily there's nothing small about getting to know someone like you. There's little occasion for frivolity in nature - I can appreciate your stance... even if others do not.

Githyanki Player: I once stitched shut a wound using twine made from the entrails of an enemy. Halsin: You are... nothing if not inventive. I can only hope the foe had already expired before you began your work.

Dark Urge: I really don't know very much about myself to tell. Dark Urge: Nothing half as charming as that... it's all crimson and rot. Standard option: I don't think there's anything worth sharing. Halsin: Oh. Well, your choice, of course.

[drmapzo]

Hello, everyone!

It seems everything is lost. The whole crew was no match for the mighty kraken and the ship has been destroyed.

But as if some kind of miracle, some of the smaller ships have survived the onslaught. Quickly the survivors try to get away as soon as possible from the mythical monster, but only time will tell if they're able to do so.

The creature tokens for this map are a Crimson Jelly, a Depths Stalker and a Sea Anemone. Emerald tier gets the Depths Stalker while Diamond tier gets all three. In addition, Sapphire tier gets extra creature token variants.

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[frostgears]

We Who Will Not Bow

It had been a difficult night.

"You're not an Academy mage. You're her," the injured guard said, defiant. "Bree the Bodiless. Bree the Banished. Bree the Bloody… go on, then. Kill me. Get it over with."

"And what purpose," she said, frustrated, "would that serve? Gods, they've been telling tales about me in my absence, I see. Hold still, I think I can fix this."

She opened a module drawer on her left arm, pulled out a silvery metal module marked with a quincunx of green jade inlay, snapped it into the socket on her left palm. Thin tentacles ventured out from an aperture, tasting the air, dripping with orange ooze. The guard shrank back against the side of the checkpoint tower.

"What are you going to do to me? What is that— aaaahh!"

Bree clasped her hand over the bolt wound on the injured guard's arm. Tentacles sank into flesh, writhing between her jointed porcelain fingers, probing under skin.

"Don't squirm, that's a burrowing bolt head, we don't want it burrowing any deeper. And these are preserved regeneration glands from a nesting bog kraken. They guard their eggs, did you know that? For up to two months. But the Great Bog is a miserable environment. There's parasites, and fungi, and necrotic plague, and so the damn things evolved these organs to channel mana into their eggs and young, almost like healing spells, to give them a fighting chance. Not against me, though. I killed this one and took its regeneration glands and doomed its clutch, just to get back one more thing I used to be able to do before that fucking archon took everything away from me… okay, wiggle your fingers…"

The guard's fingers moved. Bree took her hand away, satisfied. The tentacles retracted into her palm. She held an evil-looking bit of spiraled and fluted black metal between thumb and forefinger, rotated her wrist with a series of clicks, turning it around to inspect.

"Got it. All of it. Regrowth forced it out."

Her chest plate slid open. A lurid orange glow splashed across the burrowing bolt head, the hand holding it, and the face of the guard. She squeezed the bolt head, and it crumbled, not bending as mundane metal might, but falling to dust. The glow flared brighter.

"Gotta feed the furnace. Saved your arm, paid the cost; let's go, sweetheart, I need all the help I can get. Pick up your crossbow and follow me."

Her chest plate clacked shut.

"I'm not following you anywhere, traitor!"

Bree shrugged, then held out a hand. Her other one. No disembodied organs in the right hand, although anyone who'd actually seen what she could do with the thing built into its palm would no doubt prefer to hold the left.

"The bastards who killed your mates were Crimson Vanguard, the Crimson Pact's commandos. Real dickheads even by Pact standards. Drink to your squad's memory tomorrow that you all gave nearly as good as you got, because they don't normally leave any survivors. Plus, the Vanguard always sends a backup team. So, way I see it, either you come with me, and you might live, or you run and you probably don't, and really, which one of us is the traitor then, right?"

The guard glared at her through narrowed eyes, but took her hand. Bree hauled her to her feet. And then the guard ran for it.

"It's you! You're the traitor!" Bree yelled at the guard's rapidly receding back. "In case it wasn't clear from context!"

Her voice in this body was beautifully clear and melodic, but not particularly loud; it hadn't been built for yelling, and it didn't satisfy. Not that it would stop her from trying.

Something twanged behind her. A projectile of some kind bounced off her back.

"Nice try," she said, spinning around and folding her right hand down to reveal a hand-length metal spike nestled in a cavity in the mechanism of her arm, "my turn now." An internal spring released. The spike shot out, and did what it might be expected to do to a human skull.

She wiped fresh blood off her faceplate, afterward; tasted the crimson spatter with the tip of an intricately jointed porcelain tongue. It didn't taste like anything. It never did. Nothing did.

"You didn't have to come here," she said to the headless Vanguard commando at her feet. "Any other town. Or better yet, stay home, and don't murder anyone, and I could return the favor. But you came here armed, and it lives here, and I have this little compulsion to take care of it, yeah? 'HER TASK FOR THE TIME BEING SHALL BE TO SAFEGUARD AND PROTECT HER MOST RECENT VICTIM, UNTIL AND UNLESS SAID VICTIM MAY RELEASE HER FROM SERVICE, SATISFIED'," she said, in a low, mocking tone. "Lyric's horrified to even look at me, so I doubt satisfaction and release are on the table any time soon, right?"

No answer was forthcoming.

"Well, fuck you too, buddy. Time to go find your friends."

She sped along the main road, each step a leap, her torn and patched Academy cape flapping behind her. Everyone trying to get into the town had fled when the first Vanguard team set fire to the checkpoint, with their wagons if they could, on foot if they had to. She passed several wagons that stood abandoned, stopped briefly at another to shatter a yoke with her fist and free two terrified oxen.

Then she saw what she was looking for: you'd have to be an idiot to keep driving your wagon towards a burning guard tower, unless you were the rest of the second Vanguard team, with a wagon full of bad news.

Bree knelt in a ditch by the side of the road, screened from view by a thicket, and swapped out the regeneration gland module with another set of pickled arcane beast parts in a can, which did another thing she'd been able to do on her own before her body had been taken away.

The wagon was almost to her, close enough that her upgraded senses could clearly see the outline of a crossbow beneath the driver's plain black cloak. She tickled the stolen sun-serpent pyrosis organ with an internal actuator, and flame bloomed in the night again.

They came scrambling out, firing back, the snap of bows audible over the screaming of the horses. Disciplined, she had to give them that. Bolts hit her in the face and chest.

Not to much effect, of course. She'd once been Lyric's twin, an almost peerless servant automaton frame, built by her old business partner to last, but fundamentally also built to serve tea and look good in a maid outfit. It wasn't enough. It wasn't her. She'd made Coda upgrade her again and again, until Coda's own restorative compulsion had hit its limits, and the artificer told her there was nothing more she knew how to do. By then, she was strong. From there, she'd upgraded herself.

Three of them rushed her with swords. Close enough, Bree thought; she raised her right hand, opening the palm shutter, and whispered, "Nis zerat volut, ghran."

Her soulcatcher, the glowing point of twisted light in her right palm, was, in some sense, the reason she was here, stuck in this patchwork body with its almost nil astral presence. It was an instrument of more subtlety than power and it still worked for her when the rest of her magic had died. She'd upgraded it too. Now it didn't need a soul to be loosened from its mortal shell first.

Ghostly purple light streamed over them, and a moment later, they were down. She fed their torn-off souls to her furnace. Apparent time slowed to a crawl, the high ticking of her main escapement dropping to a steady thud, thud, thud. She snapped blades, broke bones, ripped through the remaining commandos with accelerated fury. The details were messy and irrelevant, forgotten as quickly as they came. The last two Vanguard were carrying a box. She took it from them and opened the lid.

The shock broke her concentration; her time sped up again. "Titan voidwasp larvae," she said, almost reverently. They'd been covered at the Academy, briefly, not something anyone was expected to encounter. The shiny purple-black grubs were from somewhere far, far away, and their eventual monstrous metamorphosis drank souls, just like she did now, but on a colossal scale. They were city killers.

"Here's the thing, little guys, even I don't trust myself with shit like you. Sorry. Protect and safeguard, you know how it is."

She fired her spike, retracted its cable, fired again, into each one in turn, until nothing was left but ichor and chitin splinters. Then she teased a last fractional burst out of her pyrosis module, playing a jet of flame across the mess, just in case.

That was it. There didn't seem to be much else to do. She checked for Vanguard survivors. One of them wasn't quite gone.

"Who… what… the fuck… are you?"

"Just somebody's discarded doll," Bree told him. "When the Pact interrogates your ghost, tell them Bree said not to come back." She dispatched him, as cleanly as she could.

For an indefinite time, there was no motion on the bloodied road, except for the dying flames, and the wind teasing her cape and her hair.

Silver radiance kindled beside her.

"Oh no, not you, don't you fucking start with me—"

"JUSTICE."

"—can piss up a rope!"

She ramped up her speed again and tried to strike the figure of a burning haloed skeleton with fire and the soulcatcher, both at once, but hit nothing but empty air. The archon was only as tangible as it wanted to be. She'd find a way to get at it someday, but it seemed today wasn't going to be that day.

"CEASE THIS."

"Get fucked."

"IT MAY INTEREST YOU TO KNOW THAT THE SUMMONING OF THE CHOSEN HERO HAS YET AGAIN FAILED."

"Not my fault the archmages can't get it up."

"THE HERO IS SUMMONED TO SAFEGUARD THE KINGDOM. THAT IS THE PURPOSE OF THE RITUAL. THE INVOCATIONS BESEECH THE DIVINE TO FILL A NEED AND PROVIDE A PROTECTOR IN THE TIME OF CRISIS."

"Okay, I don't care."

"IF A PROTECTOR IS ALREADY INCARNATE, THE DIVINE FEEL THEIR DUTY IS DONE. EVEN IF THE HERO IS UNAWARE OF THEIR ROLE."

"I jacked the Chosen Hero's soul and sold it to Coda and put it in a doll, right, I was there. So what, you're saying they can't do it again because Lyric's already here, even if it's a doll maid and not a hero? Tough shit, I guess. You met it, you know it isn't exactly hero material."

"YOUR ASSESSMENT IS CRUDE BUT CORRECT. IT IS NOT, AND IT WILL NOT BE. IT IS CONTENT TO SERVE AND TO ENJOY ITS NEW FORM. AND YET A HERO EXISTS. SOMEONE PROTECTS THE KINGDOM ALREADY, ALTHOUGH THEY DO NOT THINK OF IT IN SUCH TERMS. THEY DID SO AGAIN, THIS NIGHT."

"Wait."

"YOUR ACTIONS PRODUCED A HERO."

"Oh gods no."

"THE GODS WATCH. THE SKEIN OF DESTINY IS RE-COILED, A TANGLE REMOVED."

"I can't be—"

"JUSTICE MAY YET BE DONE. GOOD LUCK TO YOU."

Bree roundly cursed the archon in her annoyingly pleasant and musical voice, until it disappeared, and then another fifteen minutes for good measure, in case it felt like coming back. When it didn't, she started walking.

She looked back, once, to see the lights of the town. Somewhere back there, Coda and Lyric lived in their little shop. Lyric didn't sleep any more than Bree did. Maybe her once-twin was leaning out the window, one of its cute dresses ruffled by the night breeze. Maybe it was even looking this way.

"Well, let's face it, Bree," she said to herself, resigned. "You wouldn't have been a very good maid." □

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[heartfullofleeches]

I frickin LOVE the extreme size difference between kraken and clownfish reader! Please, sir, can we have some more??

A living, breathing human. One you at least assume to be. It's really hard to tell since it's been so long, and their current situation.

After exploring the ruins of the latest in numerous ship cracks in the region, you swam up to the surface to experiment with your new toy in its proper environment. As hard as you tried, instruments just didn't play well underwater. On land you discovered the horrific aftermath of what you thought to be a natural disaster, a visceral sea of crimson and improvised weapons strewn across the shore as far as the eye could see. There wasn't a remain in sight of what caused either beside the rotting wood of a ship and a single leg peaking from the intact helm of the ship. It twitches as a broken spear washes onto shore and sticks its boot.

Saving your shock for a better time, you rush over to help the survivor. It takes all of your strength to pull the wheel off their crushed limb, prolonged by moans and pained breaths causing you to let go out of fear of hurting them more. You pull them as close to the water without submerging them to check their injuries. Their pants leg was dyed red, but upon rolling back their sleeve there's sickening relief that the blood was likely from the shed around them, and their leg wasn't irreparable despite the bruising. Their forehead was spilt open, and their body was covered head to toe in smaller battle wounds, but they would live.

You tear off the driest part of their shirt and wrap it around their head. Hissing in pain as you tie it tight, the human's eyes flutter open. They fall on you momentarily, but their focus swiftly draws elsewhere - passive confusion soaring to unbridled fear. You don't have the pleasure not opportunity to ask them what's wrong.

A tendril locking around your waist and arms, you're dragging back into the sea - hurled through the tides so rapidly your vision temporary goes black before fading back into the murky blue depth of the ocean. The tendril is so thick it completely immobilizes you all the way down to your tail; left hopelessly to flail and scream as you're pulled down to the sea floor and back at the mouth of the ship. Through its smile of minced flesh and pointed teeth, you realize it was not the ship looking down on you, but the glowing eyes of your captor. Released from its tendrils, the chance of your escape is greatly weakened as the beast takes you in its enormous hand instead.

"Little one, it hurts me so to see you in cohorts with the enemy...."

The best approximation to your scale would be the time you entertained a group of children on a cruise ship. The smallest, friendliest one of the bunch had the most adorable doll you had ever seen. It fit snuggly in the crook of their arms and was no longer than their torso, waving to you as the ship passed by. Somehow, you were even smaller than that to this creature. Its single hand fit perfectly around your midsection with room to spare. One bite and your head would be taken clean off. If you could've grown pale in the gills you would have.

"please don't eat me...."

Can something thing big even hear a feeble little thing like you? You're probably part of its dessert, not even the full thing. The Kraken's tremendous laughter answers your question in one way or another.

"Eat you? Eat you? Even frightened you put on the best performances, my love. Why in the seven seas would I eat my mate? It's true you be on the smaller side, but you have done what no other creature has done in ages. Make me laugh."

You now know the source of those distance chuckles after every show. Back then you used to write it off as another mystery of the sea.

"I made my peace washing you from afar, but seeing you continue to play with our food broke my heart in two and left me no choice but to claim you now. I do care for you, but you will need to earn my forgiveness if you want your freedom. I pray you have your best material in memory."

[masochnik]

What are your thoughts on your fan calamities designs? Would you like to denote anything in particular about them?

Oh uuuuuuh sooooo

We have 5 Calamities and 5 Ports. Both of them have Marlin, so possibly Ports Stingray and Port Kraken referencing on Stingray and Kraken Calamities. So probably All-withering Crimson Whale from Captain Ishmael story could be not a just a replacement of Pallid Whale.

And what guys associated with end of the earth, they're 5-4 and have Pallid and Crimson (Red) dudes? Horsemen of Apocalypse!! So other Calamities could have White and Black colors.

Marlin could represent a Conquer aka half-canon Horseman. I had make him White because of it but I added read elements for contrast with Indigo Elder. This dude going to just pierce with nose and split anything with his fin :P

Other White Calamity aka Pestilence i made a Sea Serpent because why not xd. In PM games nothing going to tell what exactly is last of Calamities. Btw, this dude just blowing his toxin bubbles that makes death mist that could kill ship's crew.

Crimson Kraken is War. He's just sucking blood from creatures with his tentacles.

Black Stingray is Famine. I made him Manta Ray because looks cool 😎😎. Btw this guy just opens his mouth and like an actual whale sucking ships and lesser Whales.

And Pallid Whale is Death but ya know about him

[journey-to-the-attic]

In Spiderkid, do you have code names for the other heroes/villains as well? :O

i do!! i had some vague ideas for powers as well, i'll go ahead and just put the cast's roles under the cut:

HEROES:

The Devildom Rangers:

Diavolo, "Prince" - doesn't have any superhuman powers, but uses high-level tech as with batman or iron man

Lucifer, "Morningstar" - light manipulation

Satan, "Colourpoint" - anger enhances his speed and strength

Belphie, "Hoarfrost" - ice powers

Simeon, "Peregrine" - telekinetic powers

Luke, "Blue-jay" - speedster, Simeon's apprentice

Vigilantes:

IK, "Spiderkid" - spider powers

Raphael, Unknown - no powers, just. runs up and starts punching bad guys

VILLAINS:

Genuine international threats:

Barbatos, "The Clockmaker" / "The Nightbringer" - mutated spider powers *see note at bottom

Self-motivated and not malicious to the general peace if left to own devices:

Mammon - "The Gambler" - a form of mind power that acts as extreme persuasiveness on his end; runs a casino that acts as a base for underground operations - many, many underlings

Asmo - "The Butterfly" - hypnosis

Levi - "The Kraken" - conducts electricity with water manipulation, hacks stuff

Beel - "The Berserk", also nicknamed "Kirby" - takes on the attributes of the materials he consumes

No one knows what their deal is:

Solomon - "The (Mad) Professor" - does fucked up experiments, and wants to do more fucked up experiments on certain heroes (doesn’t want to actively hurt civilians, but generally doesn't care about collateral damage)

Thirteen - "The Reaper" - kills with a touch, ex-assassin

CIVILIANS:

Wiz, Astaroth, Alecto, Mephisto - run a satire paper that accidentally becomes the city's most trusted source on hero and villain activity, as one of them used to be married to one of the villains and another one of them is pals with one of the heroes

Mephistopheles - runs the city's major legitimate tabloid newspaper

*note on "the nightbringer" - here's that healthy dose of lore i have to inject into every au! if you'll recall a past suggestion that barbatos's powers from the same spider that bit ik, but messed him up to an extreme degree, which he is now very bitter about...

there is a conspiracy theory in which an entity known as the nightbringer calls down "the crimson moon" (hey reference), bringing eternal night to the world. each time this happens, time resets, with the sinners eradicated. barbatos seeks to call down the crimson moon and becomes the nightbringer, desiring to reset the world so that he might return to a normal life

[shadowtear]

I keep forgetting i havent posted on my tumblr smhhh.. anyway working on the 2nd pilot for the crimson krakens chest webtoon so should hopefully come out any sunday now

[bardic-tales]

Friday Kiss Tag

Thank you for the tag, @captain-kraken

I know that it's not exactly Friday but I've been working on this little scene for the past week.

He knew that he shouldn't pursue her. Without her memories, she didn't even know him. Bianca didn't remember their late night movie marathons, their training sessions, or even that time that they kissed in the rain.

Still, in that moment, all he wanted to do was take her in his arms, hold her, and tell her all the things he was feeling inside. He wanted his Bianca back, but the doctors told him to take it easy on her.

"Y-Your amazing, Bianca," he whispered. His voice was a bit rough with emotion: desire, love, and concern.

"I'm just a woman." She placed her hands on the railings leading to the sector above them and this market section. Her black hair tumbled over her shoulders and curled around the soft out curve of her breasts. "Just a woman who is trying to rebuild her life after her previous one was stolen from her."

As they stood there, they watched the fireworks explode high above them in the sky. The various tints of red and yellows illuminated the colorful background, giving a softness that even the paper lanterns couldn't provide.

Rather, she was watching the fireworks. He was watching her. His eyes never left her face as they stood together beneath the fireworks.

As he examined her, illuminated in the various hues of colors, his stomach fluttered with excitement. There was something intoxicating about her standing with him, about the way she would sometimes look at him. And he knew he was falling for her more with each passing moment they shared together.

His heart thumped against his rib cage, and he knew he couldn't resist any longer. If being with him shattered her completely, he would pick up the pieces and glue her back together.

Reaching for Bianca, he drew her in his arms. They wound around her shoulders and biceps as he drew her closer. Her violet eyes widened as she rested her arms around his shoulders, the crimson-painted claws clenching against the silvery-white metal.

"Just a woman," he repeated softly, once he bent his head closing the space between their faces. His breath fanned her lips. "No. You're more than that. Much more than that." His lips brushed against hers. The caress soft and gently as he nipped at her soft, bubble-gum colored lips. She stiffened in his embrace, but soon, she relaxed as she closed her eyes and pressed her mouth against his.

Pulling back, he still scanned her delicate features. Her eyes still stayed closed as her smoky eye shadow reminded him that she was his little demon, as well as his angel. He didn't know what the future held, but he would be there for her through everything--even if it meant sundering the world apart to return her memories.

Tagging: @arrthurpendragon @megandaisy9 @serenofroses @sliceoflifeshepard and OPEN tag

[crimsonsands444]

Releasing the Kraken...

this is a test website for anyone interested in Vampirism and the real life vampyres! This website is best viewed on phones but can also be viewed on PC without any issues! I have included some helpful resources as well as recipes! I'm still working on the site so any suggestions would be lovely! Order of the Crimson Sands

Enjoy!

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Here is another prized oc of mine, Hextavian! ⋆｡°✩ Here is a bit about him!

Name/Title: Hextavian, Colossus Crimson Species: Squid Merman Height:

Human: 6' 11

Merman: 45

Age: 25 Gender: Male He/Him Sexuality: Pansexual Job: Mystic Extra:

Lives in the Wilds/Common realm

He is based off the Kraken

Kisses ass to another character named Marco. ⋆｡°✩

[yuzanwraith]

Treasure

Prompt 2. Treasure for @sasukimimochi 's Drawing & Writing challenge <3

Warnings: Dark Wangji

It’s quiet, being underwater, The only noise in the dimly lit room around his tank being that of gentle bubbles within the water itself, rising to the surface and popping once they make contact with the cold surface air. Crimson eyes blink tiredly as the creature within the glass prison places its webbed hands upon the thick walls of its home, trying to peer outside.

“Did you hope to see something else today?” Someone calls out from another room nearby.

The large, beautifully coloured, fins atop Wei Ying’s head perk up upon hearing that voice. Scales covering his neck which trail down his back towards his tail, puff up slightly in anticipation, in fear. And he hates that he feels fear. Hates that it’s him, he fears…

Suddenly, the sound of metal clattering disrupts the previous silence. And despite coming from the other room, he can hear the grating noise of knives being sharpened.

Wei Ying's entire form threatens to tremble. And it takes nearly all of his willpower to stop his scales from expanding even more.

Not today, he won’t show it today, won’t show he’s afraid. He's confident, majestic, powerful… or so he tells himself, tells himself this mantra of words in his head, again and again. Until he makes himself believe it to be the truth.

By the end of this mantra, he starts to realise something. The slicing sound of the knives…stopped. That is- Too soon. He's never done sharpening his tools this soon. Confused, Wei Ying sways closer to the edge of the glass, touches it with his face to look through it and into the large room.

It is as ever, beautiful. Decorated to the brim with the most illustrious of furniture, and the shelves are packed with glass vials all varying in colour. They glisten and sparkle whenever a few rays of sunshine enter through the elaborate Victorian windows. But what’s out there, around him isn’t what matters most, what’s on the inside however… Inside those innocent looking vials... One doesn’t need to study them for long to see what’s being displayed in them.

Eyes, noses, mouths, bones, fish, vermin.

The hand of an elderly man, a foot of a child. and the teeth of one that never made it out of its mother.

Even the eye of a kraken, a beast of legend, sits proudly atop one of the shelves…

The lord of this manor, Hanguang-Jun holds many things dear to him here, in pristine condition. Every ache, disease, oddity or smile, forever preserved here inside this room. Forever encased within colourful glass containers.

And one of his greatest possessions, a creature recently only known in myths, now exists here within these walls. Its face remains pressed against the glass of its tank and the scales of its tail and fins reflect into a mesmerising rainbow of light, a beautiful display in the normally dimly lit room.

Focusing on his work Hanguang-Jun carefully and with utmost precision, a result no doubt of years of repeated practice, arranges his knives and tools on his worktable in front of him. The edge of the blade is still blunt in places, sharpened as if an amateur worked on it. Normally he would never dare deliver such sloppy work, but today is different. Today, his tools won’t require precision. Today they are allowed to be…rough… He glances at the golden metal threads on the corner of his work bench and holds one up so it glitters in the faint light that Illuminates the room. Yes, this wire will make a perfect base to work with. Decision made, and tools prepared and ready Hanguang-Jun, or Wangji, gathers his things and heads into the main space.

And no matter how many times he stands in front of it, it will never fail to amaze him. He feels his hair stand on edge, and his breath catch in his throat. His blood pumps harder, traveling to his ears and neck staining them a vibrant red. It does things to him, seeing such a marvel right before his eyes.

Oh, what beautiful things he could make from it.

But that, that is a thought for later. First he must see to it that his possession is…malleable.

Wangji tilts his head, studying the caged creature before him for a few seconds longer, noticing the way its eyes dart around the room they’re in as if looking for a way out, as if trying to spot if there’s anything different. Anything it could use. But no.

“The room is the same as it always was Wei Ying.”

He tried but failed to stop his scales from blowing up, like a cat with its fur standing on end. Wei Ying stares with wide eyes as the Lord of the manor now stands before his tank. Somehow he just knows, knows that something is different today. Normally Hanguang-Jun would come to him, open the latch to his chamber. Drag him out by pulling at the heavy chains tied around his neck and tail, and leave him on the cold floor in a constant state of suffocation. His skin suited for life underwater would become uncomfortable dry, and his scales would bristle to show his discomfort. He would be kept like that, only occasionally granted some water over his body to keep him alive, but just barely. Just enough so that he would continue to live, but also to know in who’s hands his life is held, to be made aware who is in control. At the end of this ordeal, he would be various scales poorer, have a pinch of fin missing in multiple places, and would watch as another lock of his hair is sliced off and put into a container.

But again, today seems different. There’s something unnerving about the way Hanguang-Jun looks at him, at the way his eyes travel over his body as if examining every detail in a way he hadn’t before. It sends a shiver down his spine and he wonders if this is the day he’ll break. After all, he might be important, he might be considered a prized possession to his arsenal of treasures. But he isn’t Hanguang-Jun’s most cherished one. That, that lies in front of him, and in between him and Lord Wangji.

There in the midst of the both of them, a golden metal table carries the one thing more important than him.

But before he can gaze upon it, he's distracted when from the corner of his eyes he sees sharp tools glisten as Hanguang-Jun, careful of the object in the middle, steps closer to his cage. And Wei Ying ignores the way Wangji’s words make him shudder, they’re meant to demotivate him, to make him lose any hope of ever leaving, he knows this. So he tries to respond coming from a different angle, because despite his unease he is still curious… What more could there be, he’s given him so much, done so much…

“Ah Lan Zhan, what more do you want from me?” His Lord doesn’t grant him a response, so he continues, saying the only thing he can think of that might mean something, that might stir something within Wangji.

“I already gave you my heart long ago”

Atop the gilded table lies a bowl filled with water with a reddened sheen. In it, is the one thing Hanguang-Jun treasures more above all else. Wei Wuxian's still-beating heart.

Wei Ying himself might be Hanguang-Jun’s beloved jewel, But it is the heart that allows Wangji true control over him, with that in his possession, Wei Ying can never truly leave.