#Hylga

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icelandic forenames + norwegian fjords BUT the diacritics are missing and excluding "jor"

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Sat down and made some rough draft designs of my three gals from my short story, Villainy at its Most Amusing. I suck at designing outfits :,3 oof i really need to make some more detailed and pretty clothes. I think I like the colors tho. For the most part. Hylga and Oogie are more on point, I do feel like Helena needs to be flashier. In case peeps need to know, Helena is a harpy, Hylga is a selkie, and Oogie is their adopted alien daughter. Oogie can’t form most words, instead making sounds like Kricketune from Pokemon (idk i always liked the way it sounds. iz cute). I.... really love Oogie XD I doodled her a lot in highschool. She’s so cute and expressive. Oh, and yee, she floats and has weird limbs like smooth tentacles. You cant see it but she wears shorts under her long green shirt

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Villainy at its Most Amusing

Edit: I drew out some concept art for the gals HERE.

Deep in the cosmos, in a galaxy similar to ours, there's a planet full of more diversity of life than the planet Earth. While it remains with the same animal species, creatures that we'd consider magical, or horrifying coexist naturally, and are recognized as a normal part of their world. Creatures like fairies, centaurs, aliens, or even sentient dolls are considered the norm, and no one bats an eye. Their lifestyles may differ due to their separate needs, but in the end, everything is the same, and everyone coexists spectacularly without conflict.... except for entertainment purposes.

You see, in this universe, the world very similar to Earth has only ever had peace in its environment. Instead of wars shaping their technology, it was mutual benefits and sharing. Instead of anger being directed through violence, it would be highly encouraged to take up hobbies and to be productive. As for people wanting to fit their selfish needs, everyone always found that they didn't want to act through with them if it meant tearing others down.

Yes, everything stayed in a stagnant nature of boring peace... until someone accidentally broke it. At the time, the person had merely made the mistake of taking a huge shipment of someone's costly supplies instead of their own, but with the chaos around the people escalating, the small misunderstanding began to get exaggerated wildly, until it became intentional robbery of the highest priced jewels. Amongst this mayhem, someone took the opportunity to rise up and claim they would bring back the jewels, and to make sure the one who stole them paid dearly. The one who initiated the accident heard this, and fearing for themselves, ran with the jewels while the other chased them in a never ending cycle throughout their lives. Sometimes, the catcher would trap the robber, but be outsmarted and watch as the other ran away. Other times, the robber would hinder the catcher, only to be beaten and forced to retreat to a hiding place by their brute force. This was new and exciting for everyone around; conflict! How entertaining it could be! It made people laugh, it made them cry; it was so fascinating how both sides reacted, that their popularity not only attracted fans, but copycats who would become criminals and justice bringers for the fame. And so began the culture of heroes and villains as the most beloved source of entertainment in the world.

Centuries passed, and with each generation came new players with new abilities and new technologies. Weapons were created. Tropes were invented. And voting for the best villains and heroes became annual and competitive, with this year being no different.

Currently at number 7 in the villain list sits the lovely, Brazilian harpy, Helena. She's a shapely being, gifted by a long lineage of beautiful blood, with voluminous mocha curls, big golden eyes, and glowing honey-brown skin. Her pride is in her plumage, however, with her wings having an ultraviolet sheen, and her tail feathers keeping their fluffy downiness of soft yellow with puffs of white. Overall, she's a renown work of art, and she couldn't be happier about it, unless, of course.... if she could snatch back her place as the 6th best villain from the slimy, grimy, ugly waterdog named Hylga.

You see, the wide-mouthed maniac of a woman appeared from the sea to claim the supply ship Helena had spent MONTHS planning a heist for, and ever since, her name had taken all the headlines that were supposed to be HERS.

The good for nothing newbie was the first selkie villain to have pulled something that big, and with her strong personality and odd looks, she had gained the favor of many fans as she continued to use the sea as her theme for her crime. The Silky Beauty, she was called, though if Helena had to be honest, and she always was, the poor excuse of a female, with her tangled mop of hair, big pupils, and sharp teeth, deserved no such title.

Sick of seeing her face and imagining the sickening stench of wet dog the woman must leave behind, Helena threw the magazine she was inspecting to the floor with a huff. The journalists could write all they wanted about the stupid seal. It was just a phase. The real beauty, and the one deserving of all the praise, was clearly the beautiful bird. This wasn't her being conceited as many would think; it was just a fact. She was born to be this way.

She hummed as she cleaned her feathers carefully; tonight, she was going to get her spot back. One of her henchmen had found information of a ship from outer space having landed near the little-known Area 51 government building. Known, in this universe, only for its legendary vending machines, no one would suspect such a deserted place to contain something as valuable as alien technology. It was the perfect shot!

She smiled at herself and cooed as she posed, wondering which she should use for the cameras once she made it out with the loot. She decides that for this special occasion, improvisation was key, and her natural genius would allow her to be seen as the radiant flower that she was. Satisfied with herself, she laughed and exited her room, ready to call on her minions and start the show.

~

Everything was a disaster.

When Helena and her crew flew into the desert, she immediately knew something was wrong. Government cars were littered everywhere, but there was no one to be found. Offended at the sight, she couldn’t help but squawk with indignation.

“What is this?  Quão pouco profissional! How dare they not be in their posts! OOOOOO, I’LL SHOW THEM!”

She dove down rapidly, zoominf past the ntryway, and flapping across the halls, still seeing no one in sight. By the time she reached the main toom, she was fuming. This was supposed to be her biggest job yet! AND THERE WAS NO ONE TO APPRECIATE IT! She landed, huffed, and stomped around, her clawed feet ripping the carpet in her fury.

Her crea found her only seconds later, and surrounded her hesitantly. The senior harpys knew not to mess with their leader when she was in a fit, but one new recruit wasn’t as wise.

“I’m confused, isn’t this better for us? Now we can steal the technology without any trouble!”

Everyone held their breath as Helena stopped in her tracks, and slowly turned to look at her. Her face was smiling, but her movements were violent as she exaggeratedly gestured around.

“Oh my! How foolish of me; OF COURSE this is better! Now we can just get what we want and leave without ANY problems! It’s exactly what we needed, right?”

She had gotten up close with the newbie, and looked her down at her with a too-wide grin and unblinking eyes. The smaller woman nodded nervously.

“WRONG!” Helena screeched, making everyone wince.

“We NEED people inside the building! We NEED resistance! We NEED to show that people tried to stop us, but we succeeded anyways! It’s not about the technology- or, not all about it. It’s about winning! It’s about sticking it to the government! It’s about creating a scene to be remembered by everyone and showcased in the cameras for years to come!!! Simply stealing doesn’t make you famous! It’s how you present it that makes you a star!”

Her feathers tussled and her eyes mad from the exclamation, she took a moment to control herself and fix her appearance again. Only then did she look back towards the henchwoman, her eyes still mad, but her figure calmer now that she finished her outburts. “Crime is called art for a reason, idiota.”

The harpy nodded and spilled out apologies, but was interrupted by another henchmen who shushed her down.

Helena raised a brow and tilted her head. "What is the meaning of this, Edilson? The girl was just apologizing to me."

"Me perdoe, but I heard something. Please listen."

With that, the whole flock grew silent, as muffled sounds bounced from the floor. Helena slowly trekked to the spot where they were the loudest and ripped up the floor to reveal a locked doorway.

Confused, but cautious, she ordered for her crew to be ready to attack. With the strength of a crane, she crushed the door's lock and opened it with flourish. Voices and shots were more clearly heard from underneath, causing concern to everyone but the leader of the group. She bared her teeth in a scowl and swooped down, finding the place below more spacious than the top. It was like an underground warehouse, everything underneath was filled to the brim with fancy looking cars, screens, clothing, and other celebratory items to pretty up the government for the public's eyes. The action was certainly not happening in that room; nothing was broken. Helena flew a lap around the area while the rest of her group came in and found a hallway in the leftmost corner, behind a big statue of a green lady.

Without time to waste, she ordered to be followed as she made her way through the hallway, zooming past corner to corner, trying to follow the final sounds of a showdown, when she got to the place she wanted. The door that would lead her to where all the drama was happening.

Helena once again smoothed her outfit, feathers and hair, took a deep breath, and burst through the door as loud as she could. It was about time for her to make a presence.

"HELLO THERE, AMORES! It is I, the one and ONLY-"

"GET DOWN!"

Her henchmen known as Edilson quickly shoved her body to the floor as the rippling sound of many bullets pierced the area where she had been standing minutes ago. The NERVE of these-

Wait.

A loud cackle could be heard over the sounds of doom, one that Helena hoped to never hear again.

While it made no sense to her, somehow, for some reason, that moist monster lady had left behind her sea theme and was now on top of a government vehicle inside the second warehouse underground, shooting at everyone in sight. That waterlogged maniac.

Fuming with renewed vigor, Helena ordered her flock to stay back and hide as she hurriedly moved from cover to cover, trying to stay out of Hylga's view, until she reached the very back of the woman. Then, she quickly raised herself in the air for a swift takedown, tackling the madwoman to the floor, and letting the gun scuttle across the floor.

"You fool!! What are you doing outside of your watery coffin?! The outside is only for land-dwellers!"

"I could say the same for you, darlin'. What're ya doin' here underground? Shouldn't ye be outside in the air, flitterin' around and showin' off at a carnival somewhere?"

Helena squawked and got up, aiming her talons at the selkie's throat, but she was swept from the ground as the water creature kicked her standing leg from out of her, and it was her turn to be on top. They rolled and tumbled, a mess of salt and feathers, as they kicked, punched, kneed, pulled, bit, and scratched anything and everything, enough to hurt each other effectively, while also letting them ignore their surroundings.

It wasn't until Helena heard one of her henchmen's voice shouting, "Lookout!" that she looked up from her fight and saw the security guard that had taken the left-over gun. She screeched as she swooped out of the way of a shower of bullets, unfortunately alerting her enemy into the same cover as well.  

Both of them pressed their backs to the toppled car they were hiding behind and listened to the commotion as Helena's crew began fighting the guards that were hiding before. Helena's heartbeat raced for them, and her mind panicked on what to do next.

Her eyes landed on the stumpy woman next to her, who looked on at the scene with mild annoyance. Helena's exasperation grew new, impossible heights. "What are you doing here?! Where are your helpers?! Shouldn't they be out there too??"

Hylga sighed and rolled her eyes at the bird woman, shaking her head chidingly. "I don't have any helpers. They're a waste t' keep around."

Helena scoffed, taking offense. "EXCUSE ME! We'd be dead right now if my harpies weren't out there distracting the guards! Your ungrateful tail should learn to give credit where it's due!"

At this, Hylga laughed loudly, and turned around with a mean smirk in her wide face. "You are excused, bird-brain. You forget that I managed t' take away yer spot without ANYBODY'S help. Credit can be flushed down a sewer pipe, I'm AMAZIN' by myself!"

With that, Hylga got up and threw herself into the fray, attacking the nearest guard and easily knocking her out. She then picked her up and threw her unconscious body at Helena, winking and sending a kiss through the air as she turned to tackle the next guard, cackling as madly as before.

Helena was through with this.

She screeched, flung the poor woman away from her, and took out the guards one by one as quickly, and as furiously as she could. What used to be pure chaos turned into an actual competition on which woman could defeat the most guards; everyone who wasn't them caught on fast, and while the guards began panicking and racing each other out the only door seen, Helena's flock picked them up from the air to drop them at their leader's disposal.

Pride in something other than her looks blossomed in her chest as she realized her pile of unconscious bodies was growing bigger thanks to her helpers; she could not wait to rub it in that fish-breath's face how well teams aided the cause!

All excitement was lost, however, when Hylga let out a warrior's cry, and lifted a humongous beam to hit the last remaining row of guards, winding, and pinning them down into the floor. The count was even now, but Helena felt like she'd lost. She was disgusted.

To make matters worse, the hefty woman slapped her hands together and laughed at Helena's scowl as her flock began to surround her. "What's wrong? Is the pretty bird realizing how weak she is compared t' me?"

The new recruit was the one to respond now. "What do you mean weak?! For your information, our leader's talons ALONE could crush your thick brain you- you sea-mammal!"

At the weak excuse of an insult, Hylga's laughter brought her to tears, and she doubled over, pathetically pointing at the irritated bird now glaring at the smaller harpy, who hid behind another henchwoman. Mortification didn't even begin to describe how she was feeling.

The moment was finally brought to an end when a loud rumbling caught everyone's attention. It had come from the other side, and the flock quickly flew over to the location while the selkie ran behind, her short legs proving ineffective when it came to speed.

Helena wanted to gloat, but she found that more pressing matters were now at play. A guard had escaped their attacks, and was now escaping through a smaller, hidden door.

Frustrated clicks escaping her mouth, Helena dived swiftly, one talon outstretched to try to catch the escapee, but the door had closed shut, and with quick thinking, the head harpy turned her talons into a fist, managing to gain enough force behind it to break the heavy obstacle.

Her group cheered at her strength, and Helena felt a bit of her satisfaction come back, when she heard heavy huffing from behind her. They all turned to see an exhausted Hylga, who was so out of breath, she had fallen to the floor in a heap of seal fur and wet hair. The flock couldn't stop the round of snickers than left them, and Hylga looked up to glare into everyone's eyes.

"Well," Helena began, with a wave of her hair. "While I may admit you seem to be just a teeeeny bit stronger..." She leaned down to grin at the wide, frowning face. "Strength isn't everything, Foca Feia."

At the new nickname, everyone behind her burst into outright giggles, and though she didn't know what it meant, Hylga growled and bared her teeth.

"Shut yer beak, Tweety. Please tell me you stopped the guard."

Suddenly remembering what they were doing, the harpies shut up and looked at one another, while Hylga looked at them with disbelief.

"You IDIOTS! Buffoons! Don't you realize what's behind that door?!"

Helena opened her mouth to defend herself, when a loud growl came from inside. Hylga quickly jumped up, and the flock stared, as bright lights came closer, and closer, until....

In a flash, the flock flew into the air, and Hylga threw herself to the side, as a vehicle as fast as a bullet pierced through them with something in tow, covered in a sheet. The guard laughed as they sped through the warehouse, quickly making it to the next hallway, and letting the dust settle around the shocked survivors. The same thought came across everyone's minds; that must've been the alien technology. Quick as arrows, Helena and her flock zoomed across the open space into the hallway as well, leaving behind a disgruntled and furious Hylga. With their lighter bodies and experience in catching speed, they managed to catch up to the bustling car, but didn't know how to proceed. Helena didn't recognize the path they were taking, and as such, tried to stop the car by knocking into it, but found that it was as ineffective as throwing a pillow against a steel table.

Clicking, she sped by faster; if she couldn't stop the car herself, she would fly ahead and stop it by blocking its path! The more she flew, however, the more useless the goal seemed, as the hallway was barren of anything that could help her. It wasn't until she reached its end that she finally had an idea on what to do. She dove into the doorway at its very end, waited for her fast fliers to get through as well, then shut the heavy duty metal door, sure that it would end the car's chase.

She underestimated the armor that was behind those fancy headlights, it seemed.

It broke through without a scratch, both horrifying and impressing her, until it reached the long and winding ramp up into the desert. Helena groaned like she'd never groaned before; what would it take to stop this person?!

Before she could chase after it, her shoulder was brushed, and she looked back to find the new recruit looking back at her, determined.

"Miss Leader, ma'm! I have an idea!"

The car was halfway up the ramp now.

"Spill it! Quickly!" Helena hissed under her breath.

The recruit nodded and continued, "We don't need to stop the car! We just need to get the alien technology out of the back!"

Helena could've smacked herself in the head for forgetting something so obvious.

The car was now out in the open, and the harpy leader grunted.

"Alright. Everyone! We take the item away from the truck!"

Everyone agreed, and they flapped their way out of the underground, and back into the open sky, their plans ready, and determination at its peak. They caught up with the car easily enough and managed to keep in pace with it as they began trying to extract the extremely heavy object.

"CAREFUL! It could be delicate! And if it breaks, it's useless to us!"

"With all due respect, we're TRYING, miss!!!"

The driver caught on to what they were doing and began maneuvering so that the cart would try to slam into them, making the whole process trickier. At one point, it managed to hit Edilson, who let out a last yelp before he was flung back by his sudden stop. Helena hissed and sent one of her minions after him, ordering the rest to pay more attention to the swerves. Everything was one huge disaster, and Helena desperately wished for the guard to slow down, when her prayers were answered with the sound of another engine.

To her utter shock, at her other side sped a flashier car, faster, and lighter than the one they were after. Her anger began to rise, thinking more guards had shown up, but to further her surprise, it was the kelpie. "OI! YOU NEED SOME HELP? YOU KNOW. LIKE THE ONE YOU FAILED TO PROVIDE ME BACK THERE?!"

Helena squalled. "YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SAID TEAMWORK WAS FOR WEAKLINGS!"

Satisfied with the reaction her taunt got her, Hylga cackled and sped right in front of the car, blocking it from being able go around, and slowing it down considerably in fear of crashing.

Helena and her harpies managed to get better grips on the prize, letting them take it out of the back, and into safety, while Hylga screamed wickedly and dropped from her car, letting it crash with the guard as she rolled out of the way, hard and fast, but seemingly unbothered by friction and gravity. Helena winced and stared in awe, as once she stopped rolling, the seal quickly picked herself up and laughed, not even turning around to realize just how close she'd gotten to falling into a canyon. Again. The madwoman.

"Sooooooo," Hylga strutted over to where the item they went through all the trouble for was placed, still covered by a sheet. "What'd we get exactly?"

The flock unconsciously seemed to make room for her as they crowded around it, and she slowly lifted the sheet to show.....

"What?"

"Is... Is that..."

"What's an egg doing inside the base?!"

Everyone crowded around it, surprise and slight annoyance tingling their minds. THIS was what they risked their lives for?

"What type of alien technology is this?! Was this all just a joke?!" Helena looked directly at the waterborne. "Are you hiding the real thing from us?!"

"Wha- NO! I wouldn't have risked my neck if I had, you bird-brain!"

"So original, Foca Feia! Agh, I can't even stand listening to your voice! For a well-known creature of the sea, it sounds like raspy chalk on a board!"

"What do ya mean by that?? Wait. ARE YOU CONFUSING ME FOR SIRENS?! WE ARE NOTHING ALIKE! JUST BECAUSE THEY GET FAMOUS OFF THEIR SONGS DOESN'T MEAN ALL SEA DWELLERS ARE LIKE THEM!"

A hesitant voice chimed in. "Uuuh, ma'm?"

"Oh, PLEASE, you all look alike to me! All wet hair, salty skin, big eyes, IT'S THE SAME FOR EVERYONE!"

It tried again. "Miss!!"

"OH SURE. Y’know, if yer comparing me t' all the sea creatures, then I gotta say, same deal with you guys and angels! No! Hold on! At least angels have prettier wings than you guys!"

A loud gasp came from the head harpy. "How DARE you!"

"I said it. Don't regret it."

"Well I-"

Before she could continue, she was shaken by the smaller harpy as she yelled, "MISS HELENA! THE EGG IS HATCHING!!!!!"

At this, both bickering parties stopped and stared at the tiny cracks being formed on the weird, grey shell, eyes wide at the occurrence called the miracle of life forming before them. With the final cracks, everyone around held their breath, and the egg stilled for a few seconds... before exploding into a shower of white goo and shell.

Everyone but the two leading ladies turned away in horror. Instead, the duo stooped, dumbstruck and covered in disgusting birth juices, looking down at the tiny being that laid before them.

Or.

Well.

Tiny as in it looked slightly shorter than Hylga.

So it was still pretty big.

But the way its eyes crossed, the way its hair poofed up, and the confused chirping sounds that came out of its humanoid face....

To say it was an odd sight to see was an understatement.

Slowly, the crew came back to crowd around their leader, wary of the alien being before them, and wanting nothing more than to leave.

"Uuuh, ma'm... How about we go back to our headquarters and leave this baby to the Foca Feia, eh?"

No response.

"Uuuh, I'm sure she could use it... seeing how she's all alone anyways."

Again, nothing.

"OR, we COULD always just. Leave it here. Ooor you know, maybe put it back inside Area 51. Where it can be monitored an-"

"No."

Everyone turned to look at the head harpy, as she wiped a tear away and lunged for the newborn.

"LOOK AT HER! SHE'S SO PRECIOUS!"

She wrapped her wings around it, covering its head with kisses and making cooing sounds at it. The rest of the flock could only stare in bewilderment, turned concern when the kelpie exclaimed, "OI! STEP AWAY FROM MY CHILD!!!," and ran to yank the alien babe from the bird's wings.

A tiny struggle began to ensue, but it was ended quickly once the child began making distressed clicking noises, and flailing its noodle-y arms like crazy. The flock continued to stare at the... thing's weird biology, very scared by how unfamiliar it was, and by how quickly it made their leader affectionate enough to forget her precious feathers' protection.

Both women teared up and crowded the child, apologizing for their behavior.

"I'm sorry that Foca Feia is being such a bother.... don't worry sweetie, you'll feel so much better once you come with me, and I give you a bath!"

"AS IF. She's coming with me to my cove, and I'm goin' t' smother her with warm blankets and towels!"

"Hylga."

With the first mention of her name, the seal stopped and stared at the bird, utterly surprised by the sincerity behind the voice.

"Helena." She conceded.

The harpy furrowed her brow. "Are you honestly thinking of caring for this child? You don't even want a team! What would you possibly do with her??"

Hylga growled, but after a few moments of thinking, gave in to the question.

"It's not that I didn't want a team, you idiot. I'm... the first selkie to become a villain. The ONLY selkie to become a villain." She sighed and scratched her head. "No one came to join me."

Helena's eyes widened at the confession, but she quickly furrowed them again and she looked at the kooky kid still flailing around, looking to and fro at its surroundings.

"You have your flock," Hylga started. "Let me keep her."

Helena found herself giving it serious thought but smiled sadly and shook her head. "I helped find her. She was born looking at both our faces first, and like a chick, she will see us both as parents." She sighed as well and began picking eggshell from the creature's hair. "There's no need to fight over who gets her. We can share her, Hylga. That is. If you don't mind."

Hylga looked at the harpy, then at the alien creature, and groaned in defeat.

"Fine. But we name her together first."

"Her?"

Hylga picked up her child's face and squished it softly, the feeling on her hands much like skin, but a little colder. "Yes. Her. Look at how cute she is! How could she possibly be a boy? Besides, listen to how delicate her lil' chirps are!" She beamed at the hatchling and continued to talk with a baby voice. "Cutie lil' Oogie, all covered in boogie."

"Oogie?"

The world stopped as they stared at the alien, not believing what they heard, but like a broken record, she repeated the nonsensical word, over and over again, clearly taking a shine to it. It was Helena's turn to groan.

"OUT OF EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD! OOGIE?!"

Hylga could only laugh till her sides split, while Edilson and the henchmen that went to get him landed next to the still disgust crew members, and asked nonchalantly, "What did I miss?"