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perfectlyoongi-main · 1 month ago
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i finally sat to read this and OH MY DEAR LORD ok so many things to talk abt okokok 1.ur descriptions are EVERYTHING like the first part when oc is running i could feel my heart beating fast and my breath going crazy LIKE IT WAS SOSOSO GOOD i fucking loved every second of it 2.i wanna b like deeba when i grow up (i'm already an adult). like i could perfectly picture her as a witch from the forest like I KNOW ITS A BEACH AND OCEAN AND ALL but the vibes were so warm, so precious it reminded me of the forest 3.YOONGI OMG i hope hope hoooope hes ok and whoever he wanted to help is alright. like the way u kept saying "repeating the same gestures and it was dark" and all that i could see yoongi completely mad w worry, trying his best to save some1 the best way he could - and not being understood GOSH MY HEART IT BROKE RIGHT THERE 4. that last sentence. like i love ur writing all of it but that last sentence oh god goosebumps LITERALLY was so powerful and so good ugh i actually let out a little sigh when the chapter ended bc it was like i was there, living all that chaos yk? god ur writing is so good idk how to explain ugh
𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧
PROLOGUE → (FIRST CHAPTER) → FIRST CHAPTER
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: ̗̀➛ synopsis: you're in the wind, I'm in the water.. somebody's son, somebody's daughter..
OR: Sirens and humans were made to be at war with one another. To sear their deadly bond, not with love, not with wealth, not with rules and restrictions... but with flowing blood and torn flesh. That's what history says. That's what's bound to be.
: ̗̀➛ pair: yoongi x f reader/oc.
: ̗̀➛ tags: mute human!yoongi, farmer!yoongi, yoongi has long hair (dday era length, or longer, u do u), half siren half human!reader, reader is obsessed (almost yandere-ish (we'll see as the story progresses)), she's lost and unhappy as well, got her issues (totally not projecting here), forbidden love and relationships, middle ages/old times era theme, supernatural, slow burn (I tried), strangers to lovers (?), fluff, angst, bloody or dark themes. more tags could be added eventually.
: ̗̀➛ A/N: first chappie woop woop! thank u!!! for the lovely comments I got on the prologue. honestly? I'm kinda nervous about how yall will take this fic starting from now, but! as I said before, please give it a try, I'll do my best.. 🥹 this is my first time making a fic like this one. be patient with me loves. there we go now. enjoy <333 don't forget to leave ur feedback, whatever it is, I'll take it all!!!
★ MOODBOARD.
★ MASTERLIST.
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I could feel it all.
The heavy downpour that fell over my head, my shoulders and everything else around me. Felt it as it soaked through my entirely drenched being and bled into my cold flesh, as if trying to reach my pounding heart and sooth it down.
Keep going.
I could feel my legs trembling like they were not attached to the human body that was carrying me. The sand that clung to my feet as soon as I slipped out of the ocean waves, mournful at my departure, minutes before that, turned into wet, cold soil and stuck to my feet, creeping up between my toes and underneath my nails.
Don't stop. Keep running.
I could feel the ground shaking underneath me with each booming crack of thunder. A flash of lightning struck the angry sky above every few minutes passing by. I was able to get a clear glimpse of the path of trees, grass and rocks in front of me for brief, spasmodic seconds, before everything fell completely dark again.
They'll get you. Don't stop.
With frail legs and rapid breaths of air, I sped up my pace and ran as fast as my human legs could go, while my heart felt as though it could jump right up my throat and run ahead of me to my aimed destination.
Run, don't stop.
I didn’t stop even when I could spot the brick house I was in dire need of seeing, of setting foot into.
Run, don't stop.
I didn’t stop until I made it to the rag that laid on its naked concrete front step.
I tried to quickly open the door, but it didn’t budge. Tried thumping my fists against its wet, cold wooden surface, the name of the woman I yearned to reunite with slipping out of my mouth naturally, nothing happened.
Stop. Think.
Everything was too dark and too still to think properly. The pitter patter of the rain drops against the muddy ground was overwhelmingly loud in my ears.
All I could think about was locking myself in that small house and never stepping out of it ever again.
The creaking of the door cut my string of thoughts short as it was pulled open in front of me. I couldn't make her features out in the dark, but relief washed over me once I could smell that familiar scent and hear that dear voice to my heart asking who was banging on her door at god knows what hour in the night.
Stop. We're safe. Breathe.
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Several minutes after that, the scent of fresh herbal tea tickled my nostrils as I made my way down the stairs, clad in dry, warm sleep clothing.
Warm, safe.
The wooden steps squeaked everytime I put my weight on them, which almost made me giggle like a child getting lifted and thrown in the air, then caught in a warm embrace again. But the heaviness of my body, the way it felt wobbly and unsteady as I dragged it across the first floor, and the reality of my life as it fell down on my being over and over again, it all snatched the will to giggle out of me.
We can't go back.
Deeba was stirring tea on the cast iron stove. A simple act that evoked images from the past to my mind, all the times she made me different types of herbal tea and we went to drink them at the beach, or by some lake. Before everything changed and I never stepped foot on land again.
In shorter, simpler terms, Deeba was my father's blood sister, my aunt.
In longer, more in depth terms, Deeba was my only family ashore. The only one left of—or more accurately, the only one I was ever aware of—my human bloodline and the person who took my hand and guided me through the convolution of my human self. Despite and despite and despite.
She was a woman of young features despite being in her late fifties. With her jet black hair that had some of its stubborn front strands clinging onto paleness she liked to cover with head scarves, and her usual long dresses, she always had that tidied up look of hers.
Due to the nature of her profession, some people of the humble village referred to her as a mystical witch—which is, for the most part, something she often laughed at and enjoyed entertaining by decorating the house with things like crystals, brooms, a big cauldron used for cooking purposes, along with a number of other “witch items".
She was that kind of woman, one that held galaxies in her hands and a heart bigger than a blue whale, but is seen as the mistress of the devil himself.
But at the end of the day, people, no matter what color their hearts were, they always crawl back to the devil and seek him out. One way or another, by all means necessary.
But Deeba was no such thing. She was the sweetest person with the kindest heart, even with that stern glare of hers that never left her face, and that gruff voice of hers that showed no trace of playfulness. A healer who loved transmuting plants and different kinds of goods into powerful, healing remedies in that little village. Who has an almost deific amount of knowledge and wisdom, not bothering to care about the whispers and the what ifs of the villagers around her.
“Come sit.” She said, once I made it to the dining room, her voice still as deep and unwavering as I could remember. There was one lit candle on the large wooden table. It served to lend me some sense of company while she was occupied there.
As I plopped down on a chair, she put a cup in front of me, before moving to sit on the other side of the table with her own one in hand. I cupped mine in my hold, its warmth kissed my skin as I took a moment to watch the steam rise from the rim.
When I was a child, I always wanted to dive into a good, hot cup of tea. Something about the way it looked was very inviting to my young brain, back then.
“Nothing changed here. You didn’t change at all..” I dared to break the silence with these hushed words. “I missed you.”
Deeba’s reply came a little later, her voice more gentle than before, but still holding onto its nonchalant air: “I thought she'd never allow you a foot ashore again. What happened?”
I stayed silent for a little more, thinking over my words. “Nothing in particular.. Why? You don’t want me here anymore?”
“Don’t get all ridiculous now.” She gave a light huff. “You’re still as lippy as ever.”
A faint smile made its way up my mouth, my shoulders raising in a quick shrug. “You always secretly found it entertaining, I know of that.”
She continued to eye me up in silence, like she was trying to fish something out of my skin as I continued to avoid that inevitable question.
Her gaze gave up on studying me as it shifted to my wrist, where my skin wore the royal siren symbol. The very tattoo that put me and my family in a different category than the rest of the sirens across all oceans. She then reached out to hold my arm in a gentle grasp and observed it thoroughly.
“Alright. I've been searching for an assistant lately, but none of the ones I have found were fit for my liking.” Her finger traced the lines of the dark shape as she continued speaking steadily. “If you’re going to stay, you’ll have to help me around until I figure out what to do.”
“Then what?” I asked.
“What do you mean ‘then what’?” Her voice sounded too fixed and firm for my question. “This is your house.”
Deeba withdrew her hands and stood up from her chair. Having spent enough precious years of my life with her, I knew she had so much to say and so much to ask, but didn't push any further. How could she, after all that happened, starting from the moment I was born up to the moment I sat there before her, anyway?
Nonetheless, a wave of relief washed over me entirely as she brushed off my unspoken worries.
“I have something to show you. Finish your tea, it’ll soothe you.” With those words, she walked out of the door before I could even give a reaction.
I found myself all alone in that warm kitchen. I hated silence. The silence deep in the ocean, the silence of the world around me when I'm no longer living a symphony with it…
Silence wasn't gentle with me at all. I sat there with the rim of the cup between my lips, waiting for Deeba to come back down again. The sound of raindrops hitting the roof over my head battled with the loudness of the wild thoughts flooding my skull once again and nibbling at my brain.
The walls kept staring at me in a deafening, dead air, until the door of the house flung violently open, pulling me out of my head as it collided with the wall in a thud. Several footsteps followed that as they rushed into the house.
I lifted my head and froze in my place at the sight.
There, only a few steps away from where I stood, I saw the moon again.
We found him.
Something inside of me switched in an instant. Days went on and I’ve been thinking about him. The memory of him on that boat, so close yet so, so far away from me, played in my head like a piercing cry. But then there he was, standing at the entrance of the dining room.
However, instead of being the moon of the daytime, calm and serene, he looked frantic. Like a school of sardines running for its life when a whale is looking for its lunch.
He was drenched from head to toe. His long hair stuck to his skin and dark eyes searched around the place as if he was looking for something particular. A chill slipped its way down my spine when our gazes locked together.
Say something. Do something.
He scurried over towards me, eating up the distance between us. We stood face to face. He started moving his hands in precise, hurried movements. I stared with my mouth slightly open, perplexed and speechless as ever.
It seemed like he was repeating the same movements over and over again, frowning and huffing at my lack of response.
Say something.
He moved to tap on the table beside us repeatedly. I still couldn't break free from the intensity of his eyes yet.
"I- Sorry-?" was all I managed to utter, and I wanted to scream, both from the intensity of the moment and the way he was looking at me.
If I could describe it, I’d say it was dark, enraged and agitated. It held an incredible amount of despair and urgency in it, a contradiction that spoke to my very soul and begged for something I wasn’t even sure what it was.
The moon is upset.
"I don't understand…" I tried again, once I managed to find my voice.
The tension in my body dwindled to a faint clench in my stomach once I heard Deeba coming back down the stairs. To think that the mere presence of a person could bring quiet to chaos in an instance..
"Goodness, Yoongi. What brings you here at this hour?" Despite its unwavering nonchalance, her voice was layered with concern, cutting the string of my thoughts short.
It was obvious that her presence wasn't a safety ring to me alone, because the man– Yoongi?– heaved a sigh that seemed so incredibly relieved as soon as he saw her too.
He faced her and started moving his hands again. I could recognize some movements from a few seconds ago, and I stood there watching the rest of the scene unfold before me, feeling like a complete outsider.
Deeba seemed to understand whatever was happening immediately. She, ever so calmly, said: "Alright, calm down. I'm coming with you at this instant."
With confident, swift steps, she moved to grab a dark pouch bag that was sitting on one of the chairs, tossed in some bottles that'd been neatly lined up on a wooden shelf on the wall, then turned to instruct me in a clear tone, "I have to go see a patient. It's too late, don't wait for me and go to sleep."
I couldn't even protest, she was already gone, alongside the man. I watched him step out of the house with a spring in his legs. Something inside of me wished he stayed a bit longer instead.
I let out a sigh and put the cup of tea in the sink, just like Deeba taught me growing up.
My body felt so heavy. My legs, still feeling like they didn't belong to me, carried me to the attic upstairs. The room in which I spent most of the time as a child everytime I visited the land.
Standing in the middle of the small room, nothing changed in it. Nothing was special about it, to begin with, but it was always my special place. The place in which my younger brain felt as though it could conquer the seven oceans and the massive lands one of those days.
There, between those four walls and the small window that overlooked my vast, blue home in the distance, nothing ever mattered. Not who I was, who I was supposed to be, nor what was expected of me to be. None of that mattered in there. It was just me and my bed. My book shelves and my father's picture, framed and placed on the small bedside table.
I, of course, didn't forget to talk to the moon that night. As I gazed up at the sky through the window, I also thanked the bright stars for bringing him to my path again. For not rendering my prayers mere whispers into the air.
- [to be continued...]
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sewerdraws · 4 months ago
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this is technically partially sniperspy but, support sandwich?
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can't catch a fucking break with these two they even followed him to the gay bar
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honorarypines · 5 months ago
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No but the consequences of ghosts not having reflections/not being visible on photographs!!
Consider Charles being horryfied that he might forget his own face as the time goes by and then Edwin confessing he actually has trouble remembering his face sometimes.
Also boys helping each other by describing the other's features, Edwin coming up with the most sophisticated poetic descriptions and Charles with simple, earnest statements like 'your eyes are really nice shade of green'
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eeniiart · 1 month ago
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Suo found a stray kitten
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mielplante · 10 months ago
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kaveh and haitham, ft pastries and books
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j-l-kepler · 6 months ago
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BG3 Dark Urge & Briar Comic - Real Monsters
Sequel to this comic. The rest of this comic is below the cut since it's a loooong comic
[CW: Gore, Violence, BG3 Act 1 Dark Urge Spoilers, Depictions of Physical Abuse and Trauma, ANGSTTT]
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I'm having waaaaay too much fun with my no companion run, yall.
A little bit of Briar lore mixed in with some Dark Urge angst~ I had a blast paneling this one together! I think my adoration for this duo is pretty clear. And I like to think I'm getting halfway decent at drawing Durge (even if he looks different in every comic I've put him in.... Dragonborn are hard to draw, yall), but dear God why did I put him in a comic where he has to EMOTE. JESUS.
anyway hope you liked my self-indulgent little thingy-ma-bob~
Part 1: Be Like You
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mrghostrat · 6 months ago
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aaaahh, vampire outline is nearly done, 16.6k so far with one or two more scenes to go!! maybe 30k when it’s completely done? i can’t waitttt 🦇
“What do you want?!” “I want to know how many people you’ve killed.” Aziraphale leapt back into the air and Crowley almost lost sight of him, but he just managed to spot the glint of a white moth wing refracting his torch light. He reached for whatever was closest, snatching up a clothbound hardcover from an end table and swatting it through the air. It made contact with the moth’s body with a barely perceptible thwack, then Aziraphale’s human body made contact with the opposite wall with a foundation-trembling crash. “None!” he cried as he landed. “Was that a book?!”
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pissgoblin973 · 7 months ago
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i’ve started watching dungeon meshi and i have some thoughts…
*ahem*
laios x kabru in a nutshell is just two cases of undiagnosed autism on opposite ends of the spectrum.
these fruity ass mfs bounce between:
“hm, i kinda wanna kill him” and “damn his pathetic sad boy swagger got my pussy wet again, awh”
in conclusion: these bitches gay as hell.
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rayshippouuchiha · 6 months ago
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I had a stupid/funny/dramatic thought about the Team Uzamaki AU.
If you DO go Shikanaru, I think it’d be hella funny for him to even try to rebuild that bridge. After all, he has to get by Naruto’s kits.
The dramatic part? He tells them that he wants to apologize. Properly, and promises to do right by Naruto. He even wants them there, so they know he’s sincere.
The funny part? He’s held essentially at gun point while doing this. Like, there’s a fuckin Moose holding him against a tree, he’s 99% certain the Hyuuga is the one menacingly tapping fingernails near his ear, and the less said about Naruto’s darling Hiro-chan, the easier he’ll sleep at night, kinda gun point.
The stupid part? This dumb asshole gives them a specially designed kunai to murk him On Sight if he ever hurts Naruto. He gives it to his cousin. After all, she’s already hunting him for sport, she won’t use it?
Right?
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yuikomorii · 8 months ago
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// I’ve never noticed before that Yui is holding Ayato’s Adam necklace here. That’s such a cute yet random thing to do, lol.
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quanblovk · 14 days ago
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Sir Uther, would you like a red velvet cupcake?
-From Kurabe
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[FIRST] [NEXT: COMING SOON?]
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unhingedkiara96 · 1 month ago
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Lighter's butt. Reminds me of Wriothesley's.
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reactionimagesdaily · 11 months ago
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junkanimate · 11 months ago
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Can you guess that I really like Kenshi's blood moon skin?
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crimbatimeofficial · 4 months ago
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hey folly fans
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Also if you wouldn't mind pls check out my other stuff explodes
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astraskylark · 2 years ago
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Ren will take one look at team RWBY after this and go into shock with the amount of confetti he's seeing
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