#i tried looking up what la llorona looked like

[unprofessionaldoodler]

dead, dead, dead!

[theredcuyo]

Hmm, so today i worked with a bit of horror and this came to me

What if we make the Batman into a cryptid but the cooler kind, the leyend to scare young kids type

Before you write or send a comment, i'm mexican, born and raised, still live there. Thank You.

This came from me thinking about La llorona, a leyend (scary one) here in México and some other parts of latam it seems(?) and it's in short, about a woman whose kids die and she dies from sadness over it, with her eyes drying up from so much crying, becoming a spirit that haunts the world while calling for her children in desperate screams

The reason behind the kids' death changes depending on who you ask, either she killed them or it was an accident, but they die by drowing in all versions, and, as a result of the above, any kid she comes across gets taken away because she mistakes them for her own, they end up dying by her hands too tho (because she thinks they're hers and drowns them, or because she realizes they aren't)

She's also a single mother (the story goes back to the 1500 btw)

And I think Bruce fits this. So. Fucking. Well.

Like, Jason and Dick die, and he becomes this, and then Tim was trying to help him pass from the world but he couldn't and instead became his child too, and the rest followed along, by accident, by choice or not

Can he be a hero here? I don't think so, but, maybe he does care for the children somehow, the ones that he realizes aren't his, that they have parents to go to are the ones he protects

He cares for the people, who are not at fault for his loss, so he protects the city he also haunts

He cares for the nice old man who's never been afraid of him, who gives him a sad smile and who he feels like he knows but all the memories of his life are buried down and forgotten behind his children dying

He might not even want the children he takes to die, it's like the pit rage in canon, it takes over him and they world gets too blurry to think right

And he cares for those kids, he really does, it's not their fault, but there's one he can never remember the name of (Dick) no matter how many times he repeats it

Dick forgave his dad (whatever the reason for their deaths might be) and wanders around him in a nice way, doing his best so all of them can finally pass away

Jason hasn't. He haunts Bruce, most of the episodes where he snatches more kids away are Jason's fault, as he appears and dissapears in front of him, making him believe any kid is his boy, Jason doesn't notice and actually tries to protect other kids.

Steph's 'your not my dad!' call hits harder in this au-

Cass was wandering around town alone, she didn't stand a chance because she couldn't even scream for help. She's like a second shadow to Bruce, always near, always watching, and some who have scaped them swear her eyes never stop looking at you. She might be the only kid who's not mad at him for taking her away

Duke is similar enough, he didn't like the dark, but when there's no other choice is the worst thing that happens.

Damian's tale as a child of his that Bruce originally thought to have died gets worse when he gets taken, reunited but only by death, one that is his dad's fault.

One where Bruce got another one of his kids killed.

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Hoenstly, i'd like to work on this au? If that's like fine?

I'll try to make some designs and maybe like some draws, if i get to, a series of one-shots

Oh, and if you non-latam people want to know more about la llorona, well, there's a kids animated movie :D is called "La leyenda de la llorona" pretty sure you can find it with subtitles (always better than dub tbh) it's part of a saga on mexican leyends too, can watch the others if it calls your attention, they're fun

[scythegirl13]

alright time for theories >:3

okay so what i think this video is paralelling is that a bunch of dumb teenagers are going to go into bons burgers, or the K-9 facility. we already saw references to ashley being murdered by bon which could be their first victim, but i think it proves it now, ashley is their first victim and the person whos in TVA is their second victim. who is that? i dont know (this also hints at Jack Walten possessing Bon due to the sheep representing Sha and theyre married)

another interesting thing in this video is how the minute the dog girl or Jay lit up the pumpkin, EVERYTHING started to go haywire, the pumpkin bunny, Lorenzo, started his hunt. Ms. Waterman, or Rachel played the TV. She seems likes shes someone of a mother, perhaps she lost her child, like La Llorona. By this time, she's very apathetic, and quiet, she seems like shes in mourning. Its also interesting that Rachel let go of Jay, attacking Lorenzo and taking off his mask, stunning him. She reminds me of Jenny, especially her striped shirt which is similar.

I dont think there are any paralells to Sophie, her blue is matched with Ralph but honestly, its not as close with Jenny and Jay. Dino is someone, who seems to be a little young but is probably smart, in some way. Yes he did notify the Watermans of the group but honestly he probably thought that was okay cause Jay lit a freaking pumpkin but whatever. He survives because he hides behind a stupid door, and being easy to look over. He hasnt been introduced yet, but its probably gonna be someone close to Jenny.

So, heres what I got. Jenny, along with some of her friends, decide that they should go investigate the K-9 facility, following the death of Brian Stells, and Jenny being worried about her girlfriend and wondering what the fuck is this. One of them stays outside to see if something tries to leave. The guy outside wonders and find Brian Stells body, with Bon right behind him. He tries to run and fucks up by going to a dead end or gets caught (Ralphs situation can also be a parallel to Brian anyways so this might not be the case) Jenny and two others go in and do something to awake the spirirts. Something to do with Sha happens, and the group doesnt pay any mind (gets the fuck out) and goes except one who gets killed by Sha. Jenny loses her friend and hears something and hides, and Bon attacks her. she gets away barely and bumps into her friend that was hiding and they go into the backrooms of the K-9 shelter. there they find Ashley, (MAYBE susan and charles) and run for their good god life and escape. do i think that they get murdered? no. do i think they end it? maybe...MAYBE, maybe they stop it for a while but this isnt Scream. idk but this is all lose, i know one thing and one thing only, jay is parallel to jenny and those kids are dumb as fuck for not leaving immiediately

EDIT: JAY MIGHT BE SOMEONE ELSE, CAUSE IN THE TRAILER IT SHOWS HOW THEYRE GONNA BURN DOWN BONS BURGERS, CHAT WHO IS THAT??>????

[germhammy]

“Fencing Practice”

Xavier: so where is Wednesday? She’s late

Bianca: she’s meeting with the directors and executive producers in Jericho

Xavier: the Netflix show is getting to her head. Hanging out with Harley and Pippa. What do you think of that, Enid?

Enid: I’m excited for Wednesday. This show. Her first novel. And she’s actually made a friend on her own!

Xavier: you’re just saying that to hide your disappointment that you’re replaceable

Granny Frump: who is replacing my granddaughter’s ray of sunshine?

Xavier: what are these two old ladies doing at our fencing practice? Bianca, are you going to tell them to leave? Shall I see them out?

Grandmama Addams: now that is no way to speak to your elders

Bianca: ah! Hester, Esmeralda! Thank you for coming. Wednesday should be here soon

Granny Frump: yes. My daughter informed me that Wednesday is having quite the argument with Mr Waipapa

Grandmama Addams: for now, please introduce us to the the squad

Bianca: of course. We won’t finalize the squad until closer to the actual day of the event. But I can at least introduce the team you helped when we visited Ilvermorny

Granny Frump: I remember coming here, to the fencing room with my girls. Ophelia started dancing. Morticia was so angry at her disrespecting the room

Grandmama: I was disappointed that Gomez had no interest in fencing despite his love for it.

Bianca called up the squad that traveled to Ilvermorny. Xavier tried to come up

Bianca: Xavier you were not part of the squad. -turning to the two witches- Ilvermorny uses a unique form other than them cheating with magic.

Xavier: I should have been on the team! You know it! Just because you’re afraid of Wednesday! Mrs Frump, tell Wednesday I should be on the squad!

Entering the room Morticia spoke

Morticia: ahh. The fencing room. I haven’t set foot in here since my days at Nevermore. Hasn’t changed much. I see your grandmothers are here already Wednesday

Enid ran towards the exhausted looking Wednesday and gave her a big hug

Enid: was it that bad? -not letting go-

Wednesday: it was terrible. Mr Waipapa made everything a farce. He signed off on Mr Johnson’s ideas of bigger and more bigger. Agreed to all of Ms Rowling’s rainbow friendship is magic ideas

Enid: oh no. So what happened?

Morticia: Hunter was on Wednesday’s side stating that all the changes made less stunt work and more CGI. Harley was on Wednesday’s side stating that Mr Burton gave her a copy of Wednesday’s original story and went out on a limb by stating that Ms Rowling’s script was a travesty turning what was a glorious macabre story of a group of uneasy friends forming a strong bond into a happy go lucky outing of friends

Enid: oh wow. Go Harley

Morticia: Mr Johnson and Ms Rowling called for Harley to be fired. Mr Burton ordered Ms Rowling to leave the set. Asked Wednesday if she had the time to rewrite the scripts. She said she does not enjoy screenwriting but Frankie does so Mr Burton gave him a copy of Wednesday’s story to read.

Enid: sounds like a mess.

Morticia: it is. Again Mr Johnson and Ms Rowling not wanting to believe that my Wednesday is a shy socially awkward 17 year old

Grandmama: -having walked over to her daughter in law and granddaughter- shall I cast a spell on them? I could whip up a couple of potions

Wednesday: -reluctantly pulling herself out of her girlfriend’s embrace- that will not be necessary, Grandmama but I will keep it in mind

Enid: so are Ms Rowling and Mr Johnson off the project? What about Mr Waipapa?

Wednesday: nothing set yet. We found the best dress for La Llorona. The makeup crew is working on the makeup look. And Pippi Longstocking. The costume department has a perfect wig. But let us get this meeting about Ilvermorny started

Xavier: can you please get me in? I want to be a part of the show

Morticia: about using the town’s people as extras? Mr Burton has come up with a scenario. He gave me the script pages

Wednesday: -taking the pages from her mother and reading- oh? A Halloween version the town square instead of a party? That makes sense. I approve. Costumes don’t have to be provided. Everyone can come up with their own.

Morticia: just what Mr Burton said

There was an explosion sound. Bianca and Xavier panicked

Wednesday: oh bother. What does Pugsley want? -she opened her text from her brother to see drone footage of him walking down the block with Phineas, Bianca and Flower in line behind him. Their neighbor Mrs Bucket outside planting flowers way too early in the season. Shrieking seeing the skunks. Shooing Pugsley away and swiping at the furry trio with a nearby rake and promptly getting sprayed. She showed the video to Enid-

Enid: oh dear! Go skunkies! Wait?! Do you think Pugsley can bring the skunkies when he comes for Parents Day? I miss them

Wednesday: we would have to ask Principal Thropp

Morticia: I will ask Elphaba

Xavier: wait what? Skunks?

Wednesday: yes. Pugsley, Enid and I adopted three baby skunks. We named them Phineas, Flower and Bianca

Bianca: you named your skunk after me? Why am I not surprised?

[adobealmanac]

Hello! I am working through reading through the information on your blog. The search function on this app is notoriously horrible though. Might try to use my laptop. I would like to know if you have any thoughts on the term cryptid

Personally I believe, through experience, that beings that get put into the cryptid category or spirits or gods who would have been revered in antiquity by indigenous people, and still are, and I still do them

But that because of the lack of offerings or resources or praise or worship that they have become accustomed to, thanks to colonization, they are now in a reduced state with limited influence

Uhh. All of the beings who are Gods to me are put in this category. Wampus is a cat goddess. The other one doesn't like me to share his name as much I think but he is devil like. A psycho pomp, guardian of crossroads, teacher of witchcraft, Lord of the outcasts, etc. I would also like to know, genuinely. What you think about this. I want to pray to El chupacabra. Have the Jersey devil and the mothman. Lol. I don't need validation as such but I guess more specifically, what do you think of the term cryptid, and can El chupacabra potentially be honored or worked with, without the destructive aspect? I believe so, personally. Have a good one 🤍

Cryptids - Cultural appreciation or appropriation?

You stated this issue very well. Many creatures that are considered to be cryptids are often removed from their cultural contexts therefore limiting the extent of what their power is -- their origins and folk traditions are effectively lost due to this. One common one I consistently see being forced into the "cryptids" category is La Llorona. She is not a cryptid, but is a vengeful spirit from the Southwestern USA and Mexico. People often use the term cryptid with her.. which just sort of lumps her into a category in which she does not belong. You can't hunt her, for she is already dead. Nor can you spot her, since seeing her is essentially a death sentence.

Due to this "cryptidification" there have been numerous pieces of media that have been published by people outside of her culture that represent her inaccurately. I personally dislike many of the movies where she is the villain, as.. to me she is more-so a vengeful spirit that is easily avoided. She doesn't seek out people, but if they stumble into her territory, well, that's on them. Also, in the movie she is defeated. That is just inaccurate in my opinion, as she isn't exactly defeatable. She is avoidable, but you couldn't kill her even if you tried. I do not like these portrayals, as they misrepresent her and provide incorrect information according to her true story.

In essence, cryptid hunters or cryptozoologists should focus more on the cultural aspects of the beings they intend to hunt or research, as that is a key component to who these creatures are and what they represent. Instead of simply reading other crpto-fanatics own views on the beings. Stripping the cultural background from any entity is in essence only looking at them through a two dimensional lens. You simply cannot fully understand a "cryptid" without looking into the folkloric traditions and tales told by the people who grew up with said being. Essentially, they should try their best to learn from the culture rather than appropriate from it.

Onto this idea of worshipping more "harmful" or "evil" entities, such as El Chupacabra. I've touched on this idea for La Llorona in a blogpost before, however I do not believe all entities can be talked about in the same way. I urge people not to worship, invoke, or attempt to seek out La Llorona as she is intrinsically dangerous. However, I do believe you can work with aspects as her, or a more archetypal version of her, as it is not exactly sentient in the same way that she is. I think El Chupacabra could be worked with if you really wanted to, although I'd strongly urge you to protect any pets you live with prior to working with him... heh. As El Chupacabra does not harm humans, I think its plausible to work with him, so long as you are respectful and protected of course. To be frank, I could see him being immensely useful to work with for farmers, as they could potentially offer him things to keep him away from their farm. But, to each their own.

All in all cryptids are quite the interesting subject when it comes to anthropology and.. "cryptozoology". They provide an interesting accessibility to otherwise little-known folkloric beings, however that is not always good. I do believe that working with certain beings that are categorized as "cryptids" could be worthwhile.. however do stay away from La Llorona.. lol. I hope this provided some sort of insight for you, please do let me know if you have any further questions or comments! Thanks for asking this question, as I found writing this to be quite interesting.

[whiskeysmulti]

This Is Spooky. Really?

Fandom: KHR Word Count: 1,085 Prompt: This is spooky. Really? Characters: Gokudera and Lambo Event Host: @flufftober

"You are such a wuss! There is no way this is spooky!" Gokudera turned to Lambo like he was stupid. Though deep down he understood he needed to practice just a tad bit more patience with the younger child, he still didn't understand how the Lightning guardian was scared right now.

However, scary for a kid no older than five and scary for a teenager almost fifteen were two different definitions. Lambo was young and liked candy and playing games. Gokudera was older and had been through enough he knew life on the streets was scarier than any monster movie he could ever watch. In fact monsters and cryptid creatures fascinated him immensely so when Halloween came around and people put up decorations like these, he never understood why Lambo got so afraid. None of them were scary, in fact the majority of them were so poorly made you could tell they were all fake.

"Ah, Gokudera is so mean! Lambo isn't going to that house!" The child began shaking.

Gokudera didn't understand how he got stuck with taking the stupid cow trick or treating, but here they were walking around door to door so Lambo could get candy while the girls took I-pin and now they'd run into a dilemma. Lambo greatly wanted more candy but the decorations of the next house scared him as they seemed a bit too realistic for a child his age.

And now just as brothers do, the Lightning and Storm who were said to be as close as brothers in the Vongola were having an argument as they walked around.

"You call that spooky?" Gokudera asked, slightly irritated at the child's foolish fear of what was clearly a plastic lawn decoration.

"Aho-dera is so mean!" Lambo cried out. He couldn't help it, the plastic figure of a fake werewolf on the porch of the next house scared the life out of him. To a teenager it was just a stupid decoration, but to a little kid, these things very easily could be scary when you were too young to understand that these kinds of creatures were fake, monsters were just made up for Halloween and horror fans around the world.

Every nation had their own version of monsters and legends, and most of these were commonly spread to simply frighten children into behaving, like the boogie man, mommotti, la llorona, baba yaga, el cucuy, namahage, and krampus. All of these creatures had one thing in common, they were all from popular myths made up to keep children in line. As a cryptid fanatic, Gokudera already understood each one of these was simply a legend and tale of another culture, but to a kid around Lambo's age, the target age these tales were aimed at, they were terrifying monsters that he never wanted to run into or hear about again.

"What? Ahoshi! why am I so mean? I'm telling you these are fake, there's nothing to be afraid of!" Gokudera walked over to one of the plastic statues and knocked on it. "See, it's fake. There's absolutely nothing to be scared of. Now do you want to trick-or-treat or not?" If there was one thing Gokudera had very little of regarding the young lightning guardian, it was patience. However, his luck was about to get a little better when he recognized a very panicked scream.

"Juudaime?" Gokudera paused as Lambo had crawled up his back and nestled into his hair and was now sleeping.

"Hieee!" Yup that yell was recognizable anywhere. Something had indeed just scared the living hell out of Tsuna. But what? That was the question Gokudera had now.

"What's wrong?" Gokudera tried to ask but was met with no answer as Tsuna brushed right past him, tears in his eyes and no time to explain.

However, it made more sense when he saw their Cloud chasing after him at full speed, looking like his sleep had been disturbed once again and even Gokudera knew that was a crime punishable by being bitten to death. Even he wasn't brave enough to wake Hibari like that.

"Maa maa, Hibari, calm down." Yamamoto joined the frenzy, chasing after both of them and laughing, trying to deescalate the situation and prevent an actual fight from breaking out.

Not only was Gokudera stuck taking Lambo trick or treating, but now he had to deal with Yamamoto? His night couldn't get any worse now.

"Hahi! Lambo-chan, are you alright?" Never mind, he spoke too soon. Haru had shown up just to raise his blood pressure more. But it wasn't just Haru's presence that sent his blood pressure through the roof this time. It wasn't until Lambo started crying and pointing directly at him that Gokudera got mad. He had done nothing to the child this time, but when he heard what Lambo shouted, it pissed him off.

"Ozena!" The stinking octopus….

"Why you little…" Gokudera went to strangle Lambo when he realized that was a jab at him alone. Until the child once again started crying and pointing at something he saw.

"Gata Carogna!" Lambo shouted right in Gokudera's ear causing the Storm to turn.

He glanced around and saw it too, so he understood the child's fear, but the red eyes peering around the corner of the next house were not of the large demonic red cat from folklore that would peer at children and steal their souls. It was in fact something even worse to Gokudera as he recognized that familiar, "Nya!" And knew exactly which cat this was.

Gokudera had been so preoccupied with trying to take Lambo trick or treating and getting him over his fear of the decorations, that he'd actually failed to get the child the precious candy he wanted, while he was trying desperately to calm the pint sized guardian down, Uri had run off with the candy bucket and grabbed what she could from the houses that simply left the bowl on the porch unattended. She may have had small paws but they were just enough to scoop out some candy so Lambo at least got something.

Overall Halloween was a success even with chaotic guardians and a very scared child, Gokudera could finally rest and Lambo got enough candy to last him the rest of the year if he didn't eat it all at once. All thanks to a cat with scary red eyes who wasn't afraid to knock a whole candy bowl into the small child's trick or treat bucket for him.

[psychologeek]

This is to explain about my fic. I recommend reading it first:

Because I put several Easter eggs, references, and other things you may didn't notice on the first reading.

I try to be careful here, with how/what I write - especially as I'm speaking about religious and culture I'm not a part of. Also, please consider that I don't speak Spanish and that English is a second language for me.

However, I tried to learn and educate myself. I tried looking for mexican writers, and looking more for what PEOPLE said, instead of researchers.

If I wronged anything, please let me know! I'm open to fixing and learning.

Short bits:

1. "His mom's culture" - I HC Katherine Todd as For this fic (and several others) I went with Mexican, because it worked better with my ideas.

2. "Santa Muerte" - Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte (Our Lady of Holy Death). Some celebrate her day on August 15th.

3. "Catrina" - refer to "La Calavera Catrina" ("The Dapper [female] Skull"). Hispanic version of Katherine.

4. "there are more things on heaven and earth"

5. Abchanchu.

6. la Llorona

7. wak-wak

8. Camazotz + "getting his head turned to a basketball"

9. "Say hi to the big guy for me"

10. He met his mother

11. "He wakes up... 6 months and 5 days later"

More detailed:

2. "As Señora de la Noche ("Lady of the Night"), she is often invoked by those exposed to the dangers of working at night, such as taxi drivers, bar owners, police, soldiers, and prostitutes. As such, devotees believe she can protect against assaults, accidents, gun violence, and all types of violent death."...

"Santa Muerte also has a saint's day, which varies from shrine to shrine. The most prominent is November 1... Others celebrate her day on August 15."

Another reason I focused on Santa Muerta was her being very important to the "lower classes". It works well with the way I see this universe and Urban fantasy. It actually got so long, I had to make it into a whole post.

3. "Catrina" is a version of 'Katherine' - that also means pure, unsullied. I HC her as an immigrant, and therefore wasn't probably originally called "Katherine" - but started using it in USA, as she try to 'blend in', or just as a preferred "mistaken name".

4. Shakespeare quote!

4.5. "crime ally attracts all sorts of beings" - I have a separate post about the worldbuilding.

5. Abchanchu - "a legendary Bolivian vampire who shapeshifts into the form of a helpless, elderly traveler. When a passerby offers to help him, Abchanchu victimizes him and drinks his blood" (wiki)

6. la Llorona - ("The Weeping Woman" or "The Wailer") is a Mexican mythical vengeful ghost who is said to roam near bodies of water mourning her children whom she drowned because they had no food.

7. wak-wak - "a vampiric, bird-like creature in Philippine mythology. It is said to snatch humans at night as prey".

Honestly? The moment I read about it, I was like - "yea, it's perfect for the worldbuilding". Why wouldn't people believe Batman is a wakwak? We have here the vampire features (bat), but also birdy, "snatch humans at night", cryptid.

(Another bonus? Remind me of the word "Witwat". If you read my fic "Witwat and the Jin" you understand why I associate it with Batman)

8. Camazotz - In the Late Post-Classic Maya mythology of the Popol Vuh, Camazotz is a bat spirit at the service of the lords of the underworld. Camazotz means "death bat" in the Kʼicheʼ language. In Mesoamerica generally, the bat is often associated with night, death, and sacrifice.

Do I have to explain?

*8. "getting his head turned to a basketball" - there's a story where the Maya hero-twins Hunahpu and Xbalanque go to the underworld. They have to stay for the night in 'the house of bats' and hide themselves inside their weapons. Hunahpu stuck his head out to see if it's day, and one of the bats snatch his head and hang it as a ball for the gods to play with.

(I hope I'm not too wrong here).

So, 1- kids like disgusting things. 2 - think about Kid!Jason, who grew up with this story in his head, being taken away by The Bat to HIS HOUSE. (He was probably terrified af).

9. "Say hi to the big guy for me" - a quote from the Joker. I built a tiny parallel here - it's the last thing he here before he dies (Joker) and before he re-lives (His mom).

10. I sort of use it as an anthropomorphism - I don't go into religion here. I see it as - faith and beliefs and community can turn into something. I see it as one face of Death, but also different. idk. I hope it's understandable.

11. Jason died on April 26/7th. He comes back to life on October 31/November 1st - AKA Día de los Muertos. But, as I understand, Mexican tradition has 2 days - November 1st honors the souls of children (día de los angelitos), and November 2nd remembers the souls of adults.

So - Jason, on the edge of adulthood, comes back to life on the day of the angels, but crawls out of his grave on the day of the adults.

[better explanation:

and with photos: https://danestrom.com/dia-de-los-angelitos-remembering-children-day-dead/ ]

[plvtosun]

blancaposting! ongoing bulleted list of her traits, backstory, lil facts, character rxships, songs, etc

blanca edén tennebris*

born/raised in east los angeles

got in trouble for ditching her own first communion and playing with the crows in the cemetery outside the church instead. her dress got all dirty. ( → “i hate it! why am i wearing this anyway i don’t wanna marry jesus!!”) she said if her parents forced her to go through with it she was gonna bite the priest’s fingers. …they didn’t make her go through with it, they knew she would legitimately bite his fingers.

her immediate family is/was very religious, very traditional mexican-american. puro machismo. blanca’s an only child but during family functions she was expected to watch all the younger cousins inside the house while everyone else had fun. as much as she hates it she knows the rosary by heart. but she still has a soft spot for la virgen de guadalupe, to this day. the rose scent of the veladoras calms her down.

she doesn’t get along with her family much, except for a few older cousins who introduced her to metal and anime, and a tía she visited one winter break in mexico, who taught her how to do limpias de huevo for herself. the day that tía passed away was probably the worst day of her life.

(more under cut)

*“tenebrous”

she needs! her! quiet time! ex: if she’s working on a piece in an area that’s starting to get crowded and noisy, she gets overstimulated and has to leave immediately. some days she can handle noisiness, other days she can’t. (she can always handle the noisiness at concerts though)

her first kiss was a girl in her catechism class.

likes spooky and haunted things but she’s not about to go full zak bagans yknow?

her first and middle name were chosen to keep in line with the whole… devout catholic thing. blanca means white, “pure” in a way. the name was also chosen because it was her maternal grandma’s name, and she was a very pious woman.

she straight up saw la llorona once.

character rxships [updated 8/29]:

toki

she’s down horrendous but he doesn’t notice for a while because she tries to hide or she gets extra quiet when he’s around.

re: kids, blanca: …have you ever had to take care of a kid? like legitimately had to take care of one for a full day? a week? or while they’re sick? …try that out and get back to me. [personal hc that he does, in fact, try it out. the stickiness, the noise, the sensory overload at times despite a few cute sweet moments. yeah, cats and bunnies all the way.]

draws him cutesy (and brutal) pictures whenever he wants!

gets too shy to hold his hand at first and looks away the first time in true tsundere fashion.

cute spanish nicknames!

both t-shirt thieves, even though most of blanca’s shirts don’t fit him. he’s stretched a couple of them out. :/

skwisgaar

likes to mess around with him because of his high opinion of himself. all in good fun though.

calls him “ricitos”/“ricitos de oro” (goldilocks), which he acts like he hates, but lowkey? i think he likes it.

he’s allergic to cilantro, she has that thing that makes it taste bitter and nasty to her. “you’re not missing much. i don’t care what everyone else says, i’m convinced my third eye is open or some shit and that’s why i’m one of those people that tastes straight SOAP when i eat it.”

nathan

he came across her art on instagram and thought it was sick with the brutal imagery and that’s why he wanted her to illustrate the next album cover/tshirt designs, but aside from that, they didn’t get along too well at first because they’re kinda similar in the way they like to tease and mess around + they would butt heads a lot creatively.

eventually they’re chill though. blanca quickly figures out how to shut up and not say certain things even though nathan’s reaction would be funny, and he does the same.

not platonic soulmates, not mortal enemies. they’re pretty alright together. they pal around.

both fucking love chips

he’s the first to notice her crush on toki and he teases her in passing about it every chance he gets. ass.

murderface

refuses to go in his room. “no fucking way man you have all that old historical stuff in there! that shit’s haunted!”

↑ “la neta, la neta, la neta. que mala vibra traes, maestro.”

similar to nathan but she messes with him a little more because he’s pretty rough. she generally doesn’t get along with him super well but they have their moments where they can joke around and have fun. kind of like a cat and a dog.

walked in on him playing bass with his dick and quoted the “there goes the last lingering thread of my heterosexuality” simpsons line

pickles

when he opens up a little about his mom and family she gets piiiissed. she can relate. she high fives him after he finally tells his mom to go fuck herself.

tv binging buddies!

calls him “canelo” like canelo álvarez because of his red hair

second to notice her crush on toki. he doesn’t tease as much as nathan but he definitely gets a kick out of seeing how she gets around toki before they officially get together.

abigail

admires the way she gets shit done and thinks her curly hair is really pretty

tries not to get in her way when she’s working but loves her calming vibe. she likes to just sit with her in silence while she draws sometimes

begs begs BEGS her to let her do her makeup all dark and gothic. just once!

charles

similar to abigail, she tries to not get in his way too much and she admires how he handles things

feels like he’s kind of unapproachable, but he seemed nice and polite enough when she first met everybody & started working on the album art.

not much going on between them honestly

dr. rockzo

literally only puts up with him for toki but she sets boundaries on him being around quick. she doesn’t like how he’s taken advantage of toki’s kindness before

^ may or may not have put ojo on him once or twice because of this. three times… four… who’s counting though?

he’s gross, dude.

playlist! + youtube link and backgrounds for the songs here.

[reanishimia]

La Llorrona (the weeping Woman)

(La Llorona – Steampianist – ??? x reader – angst- normal AU)

Your eyes opened your memories a haze, nothing around you was seen clear, blurry and grey. Your eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness of wherever you were. Your hand were wet with a substance. Making you retreat your hands and see. It was water, red thin water dripped from your fingers onto your dirty gown.

Your eyes moved to the where your hands once were and saw a trail of fading blood from the river you were standing in. making you flinch in surprise. You looked in utter fear and shook not from the cold of night but also from the fact you killed someone.

"looks like you were successful."

You turned to see a beautiful man, his beauty compared to no other, long raven hair, it reached down to his far back, he looked like a noble. He was a noble.

He looked rather young not even close to his twenties. Blood red eyes glowed in the darkness.

"you are my very first demon." He said close to you all of the sudden and pressed his lips on yours, and leaned back after a second. Your cheeks grew red from the action before you hide your face in your hands making the male let a round of utter laughter. "Do you remember anything?"

You stayed silent ad just tried to remember, just cries and screams were heard. You flinched at how horrifying the cries were before you snapped out of the trance you were before your hands fell to your side, "no I do not."

He let a huff and walked away from you out the river, his hands gripped the ends of his long kimono twisting them squeezing the water out his clothes. After that day she followed him for the next five-hundred years as his partner and lover?

***

"the demon should be around here." A red headed boy said as the moon rose, his younger sister walked beside him with no care in the world as her lover was trembling in his boots. And a female looking male was ready to fight like no other day.

The scent of sweet water filled their noses the scent was followed with scent of flowers and fresh fruits. They reached the river full of flowers and riches. It was the biggest river of Japan.

"EEH!" Zenitsu jumped on a tree immediately in utter horror, after all the sounds of cries and fear filled his ears. There were many dead people, so many people that died in that river. "Why did you bring me here!"

Tanjuro looked up with a rose brow, he never reached hat bad, how bad is that demon then? "what happened Zenitsu?"

"I do not wish to be slaughtered by la Llorona!" he spoke the Spanish word coming from his lips was like a gibberish to the other three.

"what is that?"

Zenitsu forgot that the three were from country side, and sighed, the sun wasn't fully down yet, "la Llorona is told the be a demon that was the first one created by the Demon King, she is as powerful as him, and if she is seen the demon king is always with her. She is seen by river sides searching for her dead children."

"Hoo-hoo,"

A chill trilled down the spine of the slayers, of all of them, even the demon. the cries sounded cold, so cold that it made them all want to faint by how powerful and scary it was like a trill in the air.

For Tanjiro it felt almost a s when he was with Muzan, the scent of utter death reached his nose, a scent of a so strong demon, stronger than any other, the strength was almost the same as from Muzan.

The air suddenly grew cold the wind blew making their hair sway as a woman appeared. . .

You.

A white veil covered your face your long midnight hair was long to your ankle. The long white kimono hat was stained with dried blood and dirt your arms were hanging on your side.

Ghost of children surrounded your body as you floated beside the river as cries left your lips.

"woo hoo," white fog surrounded your figure as you continued none stop.

Your dark eyes moved to the sound of grass your eyes narrowed before seeing four teens, one shaking in his boots. Their eyes met you.

But before you could attack them a pair of arms yanked you back and a door opened under you making you fall in it into the castle you once lived in for years. You turned to see Muzan the man you had an interesting relationship with.

You pulled the veil back showing your dark cyan eyes and pink hair as you shifted to your normal form rather than your full form. Showing the true beauty of la Llorona. Your cherry red lips pursed into a frown as Muzan came.

His bangs decorated his face as he walked to you. His looked different again, last time you have seen his hair reached his shoulders. His pale complexion never changed.

His eyes narrowed before he hugged you tight, "hello there," he smiled softly, you never knew if it was fake or real.

But you gave him an equal smile that was just a flash before turning your heal, you two shared the same amount of power, after all just a few days after he transformed you did, you were considered the Queen of Demons.

You were feared by many, your story was unknown, for you or any other, you just became a folktale of the land, a rumor and children story to prevent them of playing at night or swim in the river.

Unlike the story of Demons, yours never died, your became a bed time story and a fear for many cities that was close to the big river that passed through the land. Some said that you killed your kids for your husband that cheated on you.

And you killed yourself but your soul kept on searching for your children.

But you never knew you had children, after all you woke up 500 years before void of any memory,

"why did you call me here, Muzan?" you traced your hand in your pink hair that fell back over your eyes.

He let a chuckle, "can't I see my bride?"

"after fifty years of silence?" you scoff, "what do you want?"

Kokushibo stood a few feet away, his six eyes blinked one at a time making you frown deeper, why was he there?

You never liked that demon, his gaze made you feel hate to him, just like hated you. You never hated any of your children aside from him. He just turned to a demon due to envy. He was hunting you when he met your husband.

"I figured you needed help," he spoke, his smile widened, "the demon slayer with red hair just now is successor of that sun breather." His smile dropped gesturing that it was fake.

"I can escape them, he is weak and there isn't anyone around." I sighed and walked away to where Nakime should be and let her open a door to your river. "Muzan you felt for fifty years and think I'll lrt you reenter my life like nothing?"

You jumped out the door exactly where you were before. The four demons were startled by you, your appearance changed back to your full form. The veil covered your dark cyan eyes.

***

When you were away the three males had a discussion, a heavy one.

"why did the crow send us to see her! She's the second most powerful demon! the queen!" Zenitsu was having a crisis and panic rose to his head making him feel dizzy.

Tanjiro that normally barely felt the amount of fear like his friend did felt a cold run up his spine. His face grew pale at the words, even Inosuke was shocked under his mask his eyes were wide and his green pupils shrunk smaller with fear bust kept his brave stance.

The master send them to observe and not engage combat, normally they would but just to observe her and try to talk to her, even if it was very much impossible.

When you appeared Nezuko was behind you ready to try to attack you. Nezuko lifted her leg and kicked your head off with a speed, but immediately was back. Nezuko was unconscious of what she did. Your hand gripped her leg and threw her over your head and her body slammed into Zenitsu sending them flying away.

The veil was gone and Tanjiro saw her dark eyes, ocean cyan eyes. Her long raven hair covered part of her face. Long uneven bangs curtained her face. Her pale white face covered in cracks and veins. Her face was a beauty no one could think of.

Her cherry red lips contradicted her pale face. Fright filled their chest when they hear.

"La llorona," Tanjiro spoke, his grip on his unsheathe sword tightened, "tell us, do you feel good into killing humans?"

You glared at him, "you think?" your face morphed to a sad one, "their gone, their gone!" you yells with tears in your eyes.

Once more you never knew why, you cried and cried words that never belonged to you, you never knew why the laments of some children came from your lips. After all you had no memories of before you opened your eyes.

No one knew your story, you never knew your birth name, you just called yourself 'la Llorona' (The Weeping Lady). Growing as a myth that never died.

"woo hoo," you kept crying, "I slaughtered them like pigs."

Nezuko slowly got up and your eyes met hers. Her pink eyes narrowed as she got to stand. Her stance unchanged as she again longed at you, but you just grasped her leg and tossed her again away into a tree far away and two ghost that were around you gripped her arms and legs holding her in place over the flowing river.

"she is a perfect sacrifice to bring back my children!" you let a sniff before turning your heel and floated over to the struggling demon. you did realize she was a demon, the exact demon that Muzan wanted to be brought back to him or killed.

You never had a liking in killing female girls of her age. Well demons don't age physically, but chronologically she was the exact age she needed for your sacrifice, and she had the worse attitude ever!

You reached the river you resided on, your obnoxious cries made the birds hide away as you brought her. She struggled against your strong hold. Her struggled grew more and more lazy and also messy as you grew closer. You knew her friends were right on your tail.

You made the ghost held on her arms and legs after using your power to make her body go limp for a bit.

And as you did you felt a sudden cold making you turn around and as you did you saw the once frightened boy that was send flying with the demon girl coming at full speed. Making you gasp at the speed remembering a former pillar. You hand was slashed off as it regrew in a second.

You were a powerful being and you knew a pair of children were unable to kill you. Making you feel something bubble up your chest for some reason.

What was the feeling?

You jumped back as they tried to cut your head off. And your hand came forward and punched the boar head away. Before you knew your body was covered in pink flames, your cyan eyes widened in shock not pain for some reason.

You turned around clearly letting your guard down due to shock and saw the demon girl in a matured form, a horn decorated her head. Then you realized.

Pain spread all around your waist like fire it hurt you a familiar feeling you never felt before.

"Mama!"

The pain grew over your hips to your heart, your hand gripped your chest as you didn't get to regenerate due to the kind of breath the boy used. His earrings were now familiar.

"Mama look!"

Your eyes widened as the boy cut your arms off, a familiar look in his eyes made a familiar fear grow with the pain, your body trembled at it, "Yorichii!"

The boy was familiar, you feared him, after all seeing how Muzan got home after the fight you knew you were nowhere near as powerful as the man. And now seeing him again – in this boy made you tremble.

Your body burned more your body refused to regenerate nor you were able to split apart you were too cocky.

Three swords pressed against my neck ripping it off.

They're gone they're gone, she digs

I slaughtered them like pigs

I drowned my f*****g kids

Their necks their necks, they cracked like twigs

They're gone they're gone, she cries

Her eyes cast to the sky

She never said goodbye

And now's her turn to die

Your eyes opened wide as a story started to pass behind your eyelids making you know what happened to you. And why you became Muzan's demon in the first place.

Like that your gaze moved to the boy Yorichii possessed that now was a kind boy rather than a dull man.

The demon girl stood beside him on her normal form with a pair of empty glassy eyes.

You blinked and saw your kids, a girl and a boy. Both kind and sweet children.

You walked away into the dark forest, holding your children's hands as the moon decorated the dark skies, your husband was seen with another woman one much beautiful than you, after all after having the children your body thickened and he saw you he wouldn't even get attracted to you, even if you were known as the most beautiful woman of the province.

When you found out from rumors anger boiled and you acted alright as you took your kids for a midnight stroll.

You reached the river where you have met your husband, a river with running waters that had all kinds of flowers decorating it.

Where your rage blinded you and you without knowing ended their lives.

Drowning them in the river.

La llorona ¿Qué pasó?

Crying woman, what has happened?

Se te fueron tus hijos

Your children have left you.

¿Cómo va la excavación?

How is the excavation going?

Para ti no hay salvación

There is no salvation for you.

[mothmancreatoroftheleftoverse]

Upon reaching max friendship, Kyokun Swadloon evolves into Kyokun Leavanny Category: Greaving pokemon Type: Bug/Ghost Gender ratio: 50% Male 50% Female Origin: Chinouya, la llorona Name origin: Leaves, nanny Ability: Swarm, Chlorophyll (with overcoat as a hidden ability) Pokedex entry: Uozumi and I returned to the lake; this time however, we brought his daughter, Koharu. While we were fishing, Koharu noticed what seemed to be a woman crying in the lake. She got closer and closer to try and comfort her only to find she was actually a leavanny. This one was not like any of the leavanny's back in Kitakami as she had a forlorn look on her face. Upon closer inspection, it turned out she was mourning the deaths of her sewaddles hatchlings only a few days prior; when she noticed Koharu comforting her, weaved her some clothing from the sticky silk from her mouth. A few hours after our fishing trip, I returned to the lake to find the leavanny raising some young pokemon, mostly ghost types. I attempted to get closer to help her, but she got startled and tried to slice me. I was able to get behind a thick tree which she ended up slicing in half. She found I was no longer a threat when she saw me feeding some of the pokemon.

The shiny is red to reference how corpses can be red.

[dragoneyes618]

no dejaré de quererte

Héctor couldn't breathe.

It was strange, really. The need to breathe had been gone long ago, lost with his guitar, his songs, and his life as he collapsed on a deserted street in Mexico City. But the body did what was natural to it, out of habit. The dead breathed, though they did not need to.

Héctor gasped for air, and found none. His rib cage barely expanded to allow for the drawing of air. Everything hurt - a constant, dull pain. He had thought it would be more painful, and he was grateful that it wasn't.

"I'm sorry," he tried to say.

"Don't be," Imelda ordered him.

She was kneeling beside him, his hand held in hers. He squeezed her hand, very slightly - the only movement he had the strength to make. Her hand holding his was the only thing he could feel as the Final Death slowly but surely overcame him.

Golden light danced on his bones.

"I'm sorry." It was Imelda who spoke now. "I should have known something was wrong when you didn't come back. I should have believed-"

Héctor shook his head, though it was hard to do so and caused him pain. Stars danced in front of his eyes, like fireworks. He squinted as they subsided and squeezed her hand again, to get her to look at him. "Don't," he rasped. "Don't...be..."

Imelda almost smiled, despite the golden light flashing yet again, drawing Héctor one step closer to whatever came after death; he knew that look on her face, for all that it was only bones now.

"Miguel will tell his family about you," Imelda assured him. "He'll remind Coco. She'll remember you. Your time here isn't up yet, Héctor, you hear me? We need to talk properly-" Her voice broke.

Héctor didn't say that Miguel telling his family wouldn't accomplish anything, even if they believed him; none of them had known him in life. What Miguel knew of Héctor's life wouldn't be enough to sustain him in the Land of the Dead. And Coco's memory had been fading for years already; an old woman, his Coco had lived nearly a century, and her mind had frayed. Héctor had been able to feel it, every fragmented memory lost.

He couldn't have said any of that in any case. He no longer had the strength to speak.

But he was content. He had never been able to see Coco, true. But he had met her great-grandson, and knew that his Coco had lived well, and had a family, and Miguel had met him and declared he was proud to be related to him. And Imelda knew that he had never meant to abandon her. Coco would know too - either Miguel would tell her, or Imelda, when Coco arrived in the Land of the Dead. And Imelda was with him, holding his hand as the Final Death overtook him, speaking words of comfort. This was more than he had ever dared to hope for.

He closed his eyes, summoning up his last vestiges of strength to say something to his wife. Something to let her know how much he loved her, how much he still loved her, that he forgave her, that he had wanted her and Coco more than any music.

He opened his mouth, and what came out was a song, one that had once beat with his heart and danced in his blood, for it had been on Imelda's lips, her favorite song. The songs she loved, he loved as well; he knew them all by heart, could sing them without thinking. What she sang, he knew; so in tune to each other that he could play the melody as she sang even after nearly a century. Only a single verse, but it was enough.

"Y aunque la vida me cueste..."

And even if it costs my life...

Imelda's eyes widened. "Now, Héctor?" she asked. "A song? Really? After everything?"

"Sí," he whispered. Her eyes were wet. He had already caused her so much pain. "Llorona," he murmured, and Imelda half-sobbed, half-laughed.

She finished the verse, the words she had sung directly to him while facing an audience of hundreds less than an hour ago. "No dejaré de quererte." I will not stop loving you.

[adventure-oc]

Encanto Power Swap (Julieta)

I try to imagine a Gift Swap AU, but I have trouble to give a power to each person, so I’m trying to imagine what would be the Madrigals like given their personalities, with another Gift.

We begin with the eldest of all, Julieta.

Weather Emotions : The weather would be a lot sunnier given the woman’s serene attitude, but don’t try to provoke her or hurt her family, because her storms and hurricanes are ten times worse than Pepa’s.

Future sight : Julieta would become completely superstitious, though not as bad as Bruno, and is often compared to La Llorona because of her water visions and her distant looks. Her animal friends are frogs. Everytime she gets a vision, she tries to warn the concerned person/party, and never gives up in helping people.

Chlorokinesis : Being the eldest, Julieta was expected to be an example for her younger siblings, and with the ability to make flowers, it’s not an easy task. She can grow flowers and vines, but also medical herbs for chemists and became the non-official doctor until one of the grandchildren’s healing gift… unless one of her siblings is the healer. 

Super Hearing : Julieta is a great mother, but she can be a worrywart if she can’t hear her daughters. After 45 years of hearing everything, she has learned to adjust well to her hearing, but her daughters are often annoyed because they feel like they have no private life with their mother who can hear everything.

Super strength : Julieta is often asked to help in town with her strength, but unlike Luisa, she is ready to drop everything if a family member is in trouble or if we ask too much from her, as she doesn't care about her reputation.

Shapeshifting : Julieta might have a sense of humor, but she doesn’t really use it to make people smile. She uses her power like a therapist. She shifts into the concerned person for therapeutic purposes, so they can feel better about themselves.

Zoolingualism : The first thing she will do is to ask the bees to stop stinging Agustin and give an animal for each of her children and nephews : A cat for Isa, a donkey for Luisa, a puppy for Mirabel, a bat for Dolores, a chameleon for Camilo, and a jaguar for Antonio, much to Pepa and Félix’s dismay at the latter. But what seems like an affectionate present is to secretly spy on the grandkids to know if they’re alright.

No Gift : Julieta will feel burdened by the absence of power and the fact that her mother ignored her or told her to step aside. She feels taunted by her siblings, but she doesn’t hold it against them nor the other family members, and decided to cook as a way to compensate. When her daughters were born, she did her best to become the mother she never truly had.

[sirensatyr]

~A/N: Couldn't sleep, and while listening to this cover of La Llorona, I got inspired to write. So enjoy this drabble I wrote about the early days in Beltane's second life.~

The man sat with his almost empty cup in his hand. He stares down into the dull brown liquid as the haze of his drunkenness settles in with a delightful blur around the edges of his vision. He is vaguely aware of the sound of the jukebox somewhere to the right of him flickering to life but only perks up a bit when the familiar slow, melancholy tune of La Llorona begins wafting out from the dusty speakers.

He looks up to see a blurry visage of a woman in front of the machine. He can only see her from the back, but even in his drunken state, he would bet she was a beauty. She wore a simple blue dress that hugged her hourglass shape, her long, thick waves of brown hair barely contained in twin half braids that fell to mid thigh. She sways lightly to the music before turning away from the jukebox, and he finally gets a glance at her face.

His breath catches as he takes in her gorgeous features. Hooded umber eyes lock onto his, a small sultry smirk graces her plump lips at catching him staring before they open and the most angelic voice pours from her mouth as she sings along to the music. He feels a heavy warmth settle over him as she continues to serenade the otherwise empty bar. Her voice echoes and bounces off the wall in haunting and melodic waves.

She then turns away from him, continuing to dance by herself, her arms wrapping around her own body as she sways. He watches her as she lightly twirls and dances across the bar. Before he realizes what he is doing, he is out of his chair and inches from her body. He hesitantly reaches out, considering for a moment if this was a dream, but her shoulder is warm and soft where he touches...she's real. She continues swaying with her back to him, and he sidles closer, his other hand reaching around her waist to slide across her stomach.

The next verses of La Llorona continue spilling from her luscious lips, filling his ears like liquid honey.

"You are very beautiful, and your voice...angels would be put to shame to hear such loveliness," He slurs slightly as he whispers into her ear, pressing himself fully against her back. He breathes her in; a scent of citrus and balsam fills his nostrils, warming his chest. She slowly turns to face him, her arms coming up to rest on his shoulders.

"If you thought so high of me, then why did you kill me?" The woman asks, but it's not the same woman...her face is different...familiar...sickeningly familiar. Dark dead eyes bore into his as he tries to pull away. Gone is the beauty from before, in her place is the dead and rotten visage of his late wife.

"L-Lupe?" He whispers incredulously. Caught up in his horror he barely registers the sound of singing continuing on, louder, sadder, and somehow accusatory as he scrambles away from the decaying mess before him. Her skin is bloated and grey, water surrounds her bare feet, making audible slapping sounds with every stiff and awkward step she makes towards him.

"You...you killed me, Miguel...and our children...you blamed me! Why? Was I not a good wife? Were they not good children?" The vision wailed at him. The man, Miguel, tripped as he continued his backward retreat and fell into his seat from before. Tears sprung in his eyes while the ghost came ever closer.

"I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry, Lupe! You weren't meant to be there, it was meant to look like an accident! The kids....I didn't want them but you were so happy! I tried, but the stress of it all! It was too much!" He confessed, his tears devolving into heavy sobs. He yelped and cringed away, scrabbling mindlessly for something to pull him away from this nightmare that was crawling its way into his lap. The ghostly woman cupped his face and forced him to look at her head on, searching his face for any sincerity.

"But you're not sorry, Miguel...I can see it in your heart...did you never love me?" The wretched thing asks, leaning in way too close. The smell of wet earth and sweet decay filled his nose now, and he vehemently shook his head in answer.

"I did-I do with all my heart! I'd do anything to take it back! Please! I love you, I'd do anything for you!" He blubbered out in a panic, fear making his heart pound painfully fast in his chest.

"Would you? Then you know what you'll need to do to prove it....the children miss you so, Miguel. The children need their father...and I...I need my husband," The ghost replied, the look in her eyes expectant. Before Miguel can articulate a response, her wet lips are upon his and he screams into the void of her mouth as he fights to throw her off. Her strength outmatches his and he is left seizing in his chair as the life is sucked away from him. His final involuntary spasm sends his whiskey glass flying, the cup shattering on the dull brown wooden floor. His eyes are still wide open and glazed by the time his final breath leaves him.

He's alone on the chair now, slouched with his head hanging over the back of his seat. Unseeing eyes still open and staring in frozen horror at the ceiling of the bar. The final song notes play out on the jukebox....and from the last corner table at the back, sits a beautiful woman, with long wavy hair barely contained in twin half braids. Her dark umber eyes stare at the man's still form as her velvet voice finishes singing the final verse of La Llorona...

[theautisticbarbie]

A Bird of Praise

Act I

Chapter IV: The Mirror Realm

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Word Count: 1975 (again I swear I’m not doing this. It’s all coincidence, I believe this was the year that Hawkins Lab first got caught being a sussy baka 😂)

Chapter warnings: Canon character death (Barb again), mentions of MK Ultra, supernatural monsters

Chapter summary: Tara and the gang find themselves in a sinister alternate dimension and discover an insidious truth about their idyllic sleepy town that changes the course of Tara’s very identity. Daniel learns something about Barb in her final moments that he will have to live with for the rest of his life.

Daniel ran in pursuit of his family, calling out for them when something tripped him.

“Shit,” he muttered, rubbing his head.

He looked to see what he had tripped over to see Barb just barely clinging to life.

“Barb!” he gasped, picking her up. “Shit… Barb!”

“Help me…” she said weakly, blood oozing from her sinuses. “Can’t… breathe…”

Daniel knew those purple cheeks anywhere. They only happened from prolonged exposure to poison gas.

“I can’t see… I can’t feel my legs…” she said weakly.

“Barb, stay with me! I’m gonna get you out of here, okay!”

“Daniel… is that you?”

“Yeah! It’s me! I’m gonna get you out of here!”

“That letter…”

“Huh?”

“The love letter… The one that you thought was from Chrissy Cunningham… and then Jason Carver beat the shit out of you… I wrote it… I forged Chrissy’s name because I was too chickenshit to tell you how I felt… the way you always looked at her… I wanted you to look at me like that…”

Daniel picked her up and began dragging her. “It’s fine! I’m gonna get you home!”

Daniel continued to drag her to the point where he came in, only to whack his head against it when he tried to cross to the other side.

Daniel turned around to feel for the entrance and noticed it was gone.

“Shit!” he muttered through clenched teeth.

When he went to tend to Barb again, he felt her face and noticed that she had stopped breathing.

“Shit… no no no no no… No! Barb!”

Daniel desperately began chest compressions.

“Come on Barb! Wake up! Please!”

It was no use.

She was gone.

Daniel held her face and cried.

After he collected himself, he stood up and continued the pursuit for the three living people he came here with.

Gabby and Sam were being dragged by vines towards what anyone could infer would be certain demise.

Suddenly, though, the vines were ripped off of them both.

Tara was standing there with her arm outstretched, hand open and fingers extended forward. Blood oozed down her upper lip.

The vines snapped backwards and were hurled away by whatever invisible force Tara was using.

Once the danger passed, Tara fell to her knees and groaned.

“Holy shit!,” Sam remarked.

“We’re trapped,” Daniel said, catching up.

“Sooo,” Sam started. “You have psychic powers. That’s cool. How long has that been a thing exactly?”

“You used your powers?” Daniel asked angrily.

“Was I supposed to just let whatever is down here just kill them?” Tara asked defensively.

“Tara! How many times do I have to keep telling you? Keep your powers private!”

“I do! But this was life or death and Sam and Gabby are family!”

Daniel let out a heavy sigh. “We have to find a way out of here… wherever ‘here’ is, anyway.”

“Okay, I’ll ask again,” Sam pressed, not letting it go. “How long have the psychic powers been a thing?”

“Since I got my first period. I got really bad headaches and a week or so later, I had psychic powers.”

“Oh, right on. So you’re like Carrie.”

Tara pondered. “I suppose that would be the most appropriate approximation.”

“I hope you don’t burn your school down,” Sam said, only half joking in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“I don’t think my powers are that grandiose…”

Beat.

“And if we’re being perfectly honest, I don’t exactly have control over them.”

Tara took another look around in the awkward silence.

“Guys, I don’t think La Llorona is the one doing this,” she finally said.

“Right,” Daniel remarked. “Excuse me for one moment.”

Daniel turned around and screamed at the top of his lungs into the darkness. “That’s better,” he said turning back around. “Anyway, why are you like this?”

“Don’t yell at me! I never meant for any of this to happen!”

“Oh okay! I guess we can just ignore the fact that we’re trapped in god knows where or what!”

“Guys!” Gabby interjected. “We’ll NEVER get out of here if we fight and argue!”

“Maybe we died and this is hell…” Daniel said after a long pause.

“No… this isn’t hell…” Tara said just as something caught her eye.

It was Castle Byers, but it was covered in webbing and monster slime and other such things.

“This must be the Mirror Realm.” she said approaching it.

“The Mirror Realm?” Sam asked in confusion.

“It’s from ‘The Snow Queen’,” Daniel said, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

Suddenly something reached out and grabbed her ankle causing her to gasp in shock.

She reflexively looked down to see Will grabbing her ankle.

“Will?” She asked immediately bending down.

“Help…” he cried weakly.

“Will!” Tara hugged him crying. “It’s okay! It’s okay! You’re safe now! I’ve got you! I’ve got you.”

“I’m so cold and scared.”

“I know! I know! But we’re gonna get you back home where it’s nice and warm!”

Will cried in Tara’s arms as she soothingly rocked him back and forth.

“Can you stand?” Tara asked after they both calmed down.

“No…”

“It’s okay. I’ll carry you.”

Tara struggled.

“Here,” Daniel interjected, kneeling down, back facing Will. “Climb on, little man.”

Will piggybacked onto Daniel’s back and was hoisted up.

“Shit,” Daniel said, catching his breath. “You got heavy.”

Daniel took a deep breath and refocused his attention. “Come on. Let’s get the hell out of here.”

The party got barely got a few paces in when things took a hard left turn.

“So, you know that Tara has psychic powers?” Sam asked.

“Yeah,” Daniel confirmed. “When she came back home from the hospital, we got into an argument and I found myself being hoisted 10 feet into the air.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah. Mom doesn’t know, though, and maybe we should keep it that way,” he said talking in Tara’s direction.

“It’s news to me, too,” Gabby finally said.

“Did you know about this place?” Sam asked.

“I didn’t even know about it until just now,” Tara interjected. “Well, I had dreams about it when Will first went missing, but I didn’t know it was real until we were dragged here.”

“Gotcha,” Sam said, trying his best to follow along.

Suddenly, the party heard growling.

“What was that?” Gabby asked, panicked.

Whack.

A blur knocked Daniel over, knocking Will off of his back and onto the ground.

“Will!” Tara called, running to his aid.

Before she could reach him, though, a vine dragged him back into the fort.

The four chased after him when the very monster from before jumped in front of it, opening its flower-like face.

“Is that the Snow Queen?” Sam asked.

“Do you see any snow?” Gabby quipped.

“No,” Tara shook her head. “If this is the mirror realm, then that must be a troll.”

The “troll” roared and hissed before charging at the party.

Tara stepped forward and threw out her hand, hurling all of the psychic energy at it that she could muster.

And that was it. The fact that Tara had only been sleeping 2-3 hours a night for the past week, the constant state of panic and anxiety and the fact that she hadn’t eaten all day finally caught up to her and everything went to black.

By the time Tara came to, she was on Sam’s back and he had been carrying her for however long she had been out. She lifted her head and took in her surroundings, running her fingers over her upper lip to see blood.

“You’re up,” Sam observed.

“How long was I out?”

“Not long.”

“What about the troll?”

“Well, I took a guess that if it was a troll, it must not like fire. Lucky for us, I still had my lighter on me AND I was right. It also helped that you hurt it pretty badly with those bad ass psychic powers that we’re just now finding out about!”

“Where’s Will?” Tara asked, noticing that Daniel was no longer carrying him.

“We had to leave him,” Daniel said stoically.

“WHAT?”

“As badly as you hurt that thing, it was still pretty adamant about keeping Will inside of his fort and away from anyone who might help him. We had to use that to our advantage to get away,” Gabby explained.

“We can’t just leave him!” Tara pleaded.

“Tara, you can barely stand! We have to regroup and come back to this!” Daniel retorted.

“There might not be time for that!”

“Look, Tara, Will has been there for the past week! If that creature wanted to kill him, it would have by now. We can take some time to get the hell out of here, regroup and come back for him.”

“Pinky swear?” Tara asked, holding out her pinky.

“We’ll come back,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Why won’t you pinky swear it, then?”

“Because that’s stupid and we’re not five anymore…” Daniel’s voice trailed off as he saw a giant gated building that definitely did not match the rest of Hawkins.

Tara’s head sprung up. “There’s a way out. In there.”

“In the Electricity Department?” Daniel asked, trying to clarify.

“Yeah. I can feel it.”

“It’s better than nothing,” Gabby said, moving to hop the fence.

Daniel noticed a giant gaping hole in said fence, perhaps that the troll had created. Upon closer inspection, the tear pointed outward, meaning the troll got outside with this hole. Not inside. This must be where the troll first came from.

“Hello!” Daniel said, gesturing to said hole.

“Oh!” Gabby exclaimed climbing back down.

The four went through the hole with practically no effort thanks to its size.

When they entered the building, that feeling that Tara had grew stronger.

“It’s down that hall.”

“You’re the boss,” Sam said.

The party went down the hall to an industrial sized elevator.

Daniel put an ear to the door. “It’s not working,” he said flatly.

“How do you know that, mijo?” Sam asked.

“There’s a hum that elevators make when they’re working and this one is totally dead silent.”

“Now that you mention it,” Gabby started, “this place seems totally pitch black.”

“So we’ll find the power, turn it on and get this bad boy up and running,” Sam said, opening the first door in sight.

The party went room to room trying to find something to turn the power back on.

One room, however, had Sam glance at something VERY interesting.

It was a bulletin board with a ton of newspaper cutouts. A few words, quotes and headlines caught his attention.

“Terry Ives Suing”

“They stole my baby!”

“MK Ultra”

On the desk was a list of names. One stood out to Sam immediately.

Eleanor Newman.

Upon further inspection, he noticed that the name “Terry Ives” was on there as well.

One thing was very clear. They were all seeing things that were not meant for their eyes and knowing things that someone likely put in effort to ensure they wouldn’t know.

Of more immediate importance, though, he noticed through his peripheral vision that Tara’s eyes were closed.

“You still with us kiddo?” he asked.

Ding.

Tara opened her eyes and blood dripped out of her nose into Sam’s shirt.

The elevator opened.

The four went inside and Tara once again used her powers to close the elevator and take them where they needed to go.

“Down that way,” Tara weakly pointed.

They went passing by rooms until Tara spoke again.

“Stop. Here.”

Daniel opened the door to what he could only assume was a room for nuclear testing, but what in the world was a sensory deprivation tank doing in it?

“There it is,” Tara said, snapping Daniel out of his thoughts.

There it was. Clear as day. The way out.

The four passed through the opening and were immediately met with drawn guns demanding that they put their hands up.

[marvel-and-dc-geek]

Thor: Record of Ragnarok

Chapter 8

And now, very special words from two great heroes

-well, dear reader, you might be wondering : why haven't I seen her incredible cousin beat up some dumb god ?- a beautiful, big and green skinned woman spoke - oh common on honey, flattery isn't going to save you of this...but thank you, anyways !

-es una respuesta sencilla, pero pasa que escribir es difícil, y la vida es una pe - an incredibly amazing mercenary tried to say, but hey, we also need to put the story in a site that doesn't allow a lot of cursing- ay ya ! Dire lo que se me pegue la regalada gana !-

-Wade, why are you speaking Spanish ?- She-Hulk, aka Jennifer Walters, questioned, as it would be harder for most readers to understand this chapter - dear, I think they figured out who am I already - which was...true

—mis diálogos son más graciosos en español: que no viste todas las plantillas para momazos que tengo ?Hoy seré Piscina de la Muerte, no Deadpool- Wade answered, tho it could be better if he didn't use that word - ay ya cállate, sabes que el fandom latino tiene muchos chistes buenos como para hacerme decir cosas en inglés...además con mi sexy voz de Pepe Toño, necesitas que no tenga la voz del papasote de Ryan Reynolds - he said in a quite long sentence

—anyways !- the Green haired woman interrupted - it's ironic that you write like the Greeks, considering what you did to poor Apolo, but I'll let it pass: we need to give a special announcement - as if that wasn't specified already

-ya ya, deja que nos encarguemos : la bruja baratuja es la única que ha peleado en toda la p*t4 historia, quizá debamos decir por wue - just in case, the bad word was censored - hija de la Ching-

-stop it you two !- Jennifer angrily commented - a lot has happened since this story was last updated: for starters, my ugly show with PS2 wasn't out yet- because let's face it, She-Hulk wasn't a good show

-cuando se empezó esta historia, en primer lugar, Buda no le había soltado sus pootazos al Hajun - sorry, Wade, but it's for our own good - si si, como sea ! Bueno en que estaba ? Ah si, tampoco el sabroso del Pinchi Juan había aparecido para desafiar a Hades por el uso de su silla - a good fight, which Qin did deserve to win

-Hades should have won: while I know China had nothing to do on that decision - because being honest, it was less beneficial for the authors, as some of its target public really didn't like that - yes yes, I know, but I understand why you need to add that...anyways, the fight was unfair! -

-Gua gua gua, pues ya ni modo: seguro ahorita alguien viene a decirnos que fue guionazo- the based Merc with a Mouth replied - gracias, querida autora ! Donde estaba ? Ah si: y además, la historia estaba escribiéndose antes de que el Moscas y Tesla también empezarán a pelear, cosa que también ha afectado un poco a la hora de escribir esta madre -

-it's not fair to make us argue about that, you will just make one of us look good only because you were Team Qin- the also based She-Hulk made sure to remind - and as Wade said: two more fights have begun after the story was first published: that's complicated things a bit for sure - a bit was an understatement

-entonces, de momento, solo aguarden para el siguiente capítulo: por suerte, ver la pelea del guapote del pajas locas...digo Shiva, que es el husbando para la autora, aunque ella era team Raiden- I know I Wade, I freaking cried seeing the damn fight, more than when I read it - si, ya se ! Ay que muchachita tan llorona : esa pelea, y la de Jack Vs Heracles (que aunque Heracles parecía salido de los openings de CGI de Jojo's, estuvo bien GOD) hicieron que la autorcita querida quiera seguir el fic-

-in any case, she has the continuation for the chapter after my cousin fights - What Wade said could technically be filler, as not all readers will get it, so Jennifer is here to provide the important information. For my friends who don't know English tho, he also gives some important stuff - so just hang up for a bit more, and read this special chapter: we will discuss some points that the author felt the need to address -

-créanle a la Jen, la pelea de Hulk vs Se- no spoilers, Wade - Ching4 tu madre !- the Merc said angrily. While they spoke, the Canadian was looking for all weapons he could find in the house (which they are sharing for plot purposes ) while Jennifer was working out, looking hot as always

-you know, if you were a male author, this could be considered sexist -dead Jennifer kindly pointed out, I apologize - oh it's okay dear, Marvel has done worse. Anyways, our first point : which universe is this ?-

-el universo 13370, donde todo es igual, salvo que Iron Man es un escorpión de Durango - Wade could be right, except that Tony is still a human here - bueno, es casi lo mismo no ? Ni tú sabes de donde agarras las cosas, señorita "Odio Thor 3 pero aún así uso personajes de allí "-....

-this isn't set in a clear universe: it takes elements of Earth-8096 (which is her favorite marvel earth, as it has some of her favorite cartoons ), mixed them with stuff from earth 616, our main universe- which is important to clear up -Earth-199999, aka the MCU, aka a source of conflict and mixed feelings for a lot of people, author included, also made its way here. Lastly, it has some personal head canons - Jennifer explained - and of course, it's also set on the events of Shuumatsu no Valkyrie, or as some call to, Record of Ragnarok - considering it's in the title, that's something that goes without saying

-en resumen, para los que quizá no sepan mucho de Marvel, o solo no hablen inglish: es una mezcla del Yostverse, del universo principal de cómics de marvel, y de las películas del CU...dijo, UCM- yes Wade, nice saving - , algunas alucinaciones de la autora, y pues claro, es un pequeño crossover con Shuumatsu no Valkyrie, o Récord of ragnarok pa los demás - he finished his summary

-now, the gods: it goes without saying that they are the source of conflict here - Jennifer went to look for an important book

-estoy dioses del SNV no han de haber tenido amantes mortales: digo, por que Zeus o Afrodita querrían destruir la especie que conforman el 90% de sus amantes ? - good question, provided by Wade Wilson

-manga wise, we know that demigods, as we understand them from Greek and Norse mythology, aren't exactly a thing- Jennifer opened what turned out to be a manga, specifically a SNV manga. The volume was just what was needed: Jack the Ripper Vs Heracles, or Hercules, as the Romans made us know - both Heracles and Achilles weren't said to be demigods. If you know your Greek myth basics, this is a huge thing: Heracles was the son of Zeus and Alcmene, while Achilles was born out of the marriage of Tetis and the mortal Peleus. If they aren't our regular demigods, there are good chances there are no other ones as well -plus, the Valkyries also don't seem to be that type of demigods-

-saben cuantas veces aparecía Zeus en el árbol genealógico de Heracles ? Muchas, muchísimas : Heracles era tataranieto, hijo, y yerno de Zeus - the merc did some gagging noises - pero aquí, es adoptado, como Loki- cruel Wade, Cruel

Jenn also tried not to show some disgust- speaking of Loki, and well, of Thor, here goes another thing that might need clear up; the pantheons - very important, true - Marvel has most of the same pantheons than SNV has showed, but the gods are vastly different : just check out this story's protagonist ! Snv Thor couldn't be more different than ours : quiet, friendless, neutral towards humans, and slightly more aggressive - things that could be shocking for a first time reader

-y gay, definitivamente gay: no viste como se puso con Lu Bu ? Aquí hay amooooor, aquí hay amoooor - Wade, I ship them too, but it's not the time - tiene más sentido que el Loki x Hermes que pusiste ! Me borraste la Otp, con un caraj0! Y ni siquiera pones el Rudra x Shiva, que son más canon que Mefisto en el ucm - I wanted to put them I swear, I just don't know where

-we can fight about ships later - She-Hulk interrupted as she returned the manga back to the shelf - Loki, as you can see, is also not the one from the show, as he has black hair...or raven hair, as the story likes to write : the gods in here, except for the entire Norse pantheon and some of the Egyptians, are the same ones of SNV. That means that, for example, the Heracles we lost wasn't the dear teammate than Wade and I have fought along with - and who totally hooked up with Jen, tho his MCU casting is questionable at best

-aun así, fue una gran pérdida: era un tremendo papucho, con un rostro tallado por Los Ángeles...- Wade commented while nearly crying, as he hugged a Heracles plushie...wait, where did it come from?- lo compre en el Valhalla, antes de que los dioses se lloraran e hicieran un altar con todos los que quedaban - ah, makes sense.

-Jack deserved to win anyways, stupid Tebans-Jen mumbled angrily, in the end that someone was of the popular agreement that they were pricks - back on topic: characters like Foresetti and the crows had to sadly be removed, as they didn't quite fit - yes, what a great lost

-JA, TÓMALA, CUATR OJOS TRAGA PIT*S- yes Wade, I also dislike that prick ! But don't celebrate too loud - como no? Si ese estaba a nada de ponerse de rodillas y chuparle el Mjolnir a Thor...bueno, yo igual lo haría - same Wade, same

-this is why the gods voted to exterminate us - Jennifer put a hand on her face, sighing after that, then pulled out a convenient marvel guide - up next: why are only the avengers going? And why THOSE avengers ?-she questioned, obviously not pleased

-si, autorcita: pudimos ver a la Jen pelear contra las tetotas , de Afrodita, desnudas las dos, con aceite...-...you know Wade, maybe you are right...but it's not THAT kind of story, plus it would be a bit unfair

She-Hulk slightly smacked Wade -being fair isn't a priority here, but let let's see some characters outside the Avengers team of this story that could have gone : first, Mr Immortal - straight of 3 AM thoughts I see

-una vez mate a ese tipo - Wade laughed- en la primera Civil War, cuanto pelee contra los Great Lake Avengers - and that's exactly why he isn't here

-Mr Immortal, while he is not able to permanently die, can be declared dead: it can't be done like with the Zeus vs Adam fight in which Zeus wasn't really dead - Jennifer began to explain

- GUIONAZO, GUIONAZO!- Wade interrumpted, as he used the favorite word of certain group of fans - tú que vas a saber? Te peleas contra los fans de Adán cuando dicen que no le gana a Shiva, ni quien te entienda - I know Wade, I know

-Anyways - said the green haired beauty, who looked like she was going to smack Wade, and no anyone else pleadedonthitme - you are making it hard... but it's simple: Mr Immortal does die. He simply comes back, no matter how painful it is. Add to that that he lacks any other ability, and we are in for a quick disaster - gods could be pissed if they didn't get a challenge, after all

-Pobre padre, dio todo por su familia - Wade was yet sad again, but it couldn't be blamed as Adam totally deserved that victory- quiero ir a vengarlo!- the Merc went for his katana

She-Hulk grabbed him, just in case -wow hold up body, we already have two other katana-wearing fighters - she reminded to the very pissed off mercenary- that also reminds me of why you aren't a fighter here - yes please, I also wanted to point that out

-es injusto verdad ?yo ya he matado dioses antes, en Deapools Kills the Marvel Universe, y en Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe again - he said the last part bitterly - desvivi al pobre hijastro paquidermo de la autora, y a muchos dioses. Quizá estoy muy roto - and that's why

-yes, exactly - Jen agreed - you CAN'T be killed, at all. That means you would need a more experimented writer. The most OP character in this story, marvel wise, is the scarlet witch, yet she is the nerfed MCU version. Characters like Sue Storm, several of the x-men, Sentry and the like, who don't have an adaptation, can be a hard challenged - she explained - I am not there for a simple reason; my cousin is there, and I also don't want to get there if I can't meet Raiden - oh Jen, you have good taste

-ese habría aguantado tus tremendos sentones sin duda - Wade wished good luck to the fighter and his beautiful girlfriend, wherever they were - no es justo autora, hubieras dejado que Loki dejara a Shiva como un pincho , como le hicieron a Narancia en los Jojos - auch Wade, auch

-see, that wouldn't work sadly: not only he is protected by the power of being the author's favorite, but he is important for the story...which brings us to another question: erasing Odin, as we know it, will also be hard to make up for - and as always, She-Hulk was right

-Uy si, ese viejo sabroso se trae algo entre manos sin dudas...f por la autora, compensar eso en la historia será difícil - agh...hey guys, I think we covered up all that I wanted to say: can you tell us your favorite fights ? And maybe fighters, from both the gods and from the humans

-sure ! We are doing it Manga wise, only tho, to be fair - Jennifer had a good idea, honestly - I have two favorite fights: Jack vs Heracles was amazing to watch. Jack surely tricked us all, even Loki and Hermes, two trickster gods. It's a shame we don't get to know if it worked with our Loki - it was too much work, too much freaking work - and, just like the author, I loved the Shiva vs Raiden fight: I do love me a good old strength fight - good choices, both

- oye, hablando de Shiva Vs Raiden: tu primo habría sido un buen sustituto para Raiden, no?- pregunto Wade

- Yes, but don't dare to mention the Old Man Logan storyline - cool, story, but creepy, Jen is right again - Hulk's regeneration factor would've been a huge counter to Shiva's Tandava Karma. While I'm not sure what is Kara going to give him as a Volund, the truth is that Prour would've done wonders if they worked together - and they were almost the same size, funny enough

And as you might have guessed, Jen's favorite fighter is...- Raiden, for sure !- She-Hulk chuckled - not only is he hot as heck, but did you see what a pure heart that guy has? And how he treated his beloved ? - agreed, a good choice for a fighter

- aunque era furro, pero uno de buen gusto - Wade estuvo de acuerdo - y cuál es tu Dios favorito ?-

- Hades, for sure - Jennifer said glaring at Wade, possibly only at him - let's not start to fight if Qin's victory was fair, it won't be pretty- alright, let's not touch that subject

And no, let's hear Wade !- saben? Mi pelea favorita también tiene a mi luchador humano favorito: Sasaki! - good choice too!-ya se verdad ? Uff, viejo sabroso...ademas nada le gana a unas buenas katanas . Su perseverancia fue hermosa de ver, incluso le perdono a los animadores por haberse gastado el presupuesto de las peleas en la suya-

- most of season one's budget went to two big things, and that wasn't one of them - She-Hulk could tell, everyone could tell, to where that budget went

- ah, que animadores tan flojos - even Wade knew that boobs weren't that vital to keep up the show -de los dioses...si bien Poseidón es un hermoso pedazo de sushi, debo de decir que prefiero a su hermano - Hades, obviously - Que? No!Zeus !- no one even bothered to recall Adamas, fair enough tho

- Makes sense, you two will screw anything with a hole - tho Wade, as Jenn knew, had more limits to that. He was pansexual after all, but not a pervert

-ese hijo de put4 es muy gracioso - again, he had to be censored - pero si a los diosesitos se les ocurre destruir a la humanidad...- the Merc was playing with his katana

- we won't let that happen: they are in our universe, we have how to defend ourselves - She-Hulk was right: unlike in record of ragnarok, marvel humans can kill a god without powers

-Faltan años para que este fic y el Manga termine , pero tengo una petición: envía a Sentry contra Ares, eso será divertido - and unfair as well, as Wade surely knew

It seemed as it was almost time to leave these two alone...

- ah, nada de eso: mi amigo acá quiere reclamarle algunas cosas a la autora !- Wade said as he opened the door to reveal a handsome young man with white hair and red eyes...Wait a moment

-yeah, it's me ! The awesome Prussia ! But you can call me Gilbert, as that's my name in the other unfinished story that this lazy fraulein has pending !- the white haired country who shouldn't be in this said, as if he didn't knew that the author knows that it's not nice to call a girl like that - ah right, your friend told you-

- what is he doing here, Wade ? That guy is from Hetalia - Jennifer was puzzled too

- La autora tiene otra historia pendiente, el venía a reclamarle - the author had already tried to finish that story, be patient, man

-nein! The awesome me wants you to finish our story too! Mein little brother and little Peter deserve it - Gilbert had a point, unfortunately

- let's go prepare, just in case: there's three scenarios that can be possible here, and two require us to fight. For the god’s sake, they better no allow those two scenarios to happen,’or else - She-Hulk grabbed them both, maybe that guy could be useful...no, he was going back to his story for sure. - oh, and we aren’t going to use our manga knowledge for this: it’s kind of OP-

-vamos por chimichangas primero! Quizá la pelea del Doomtard supremo vs cierto lindo gatito salga antes de que Buda le parta la cara a Hajun- Don't spoil it for the anime onlys !- les dijiste que Shiva ganaba, no tienes derecho a reclamar ! Pero, que quiero invitar a Buda a comer chimichangas con nosotros. Tenemos la misma y sensual voz - in the Latin dub, which the author doesn't watch, while Jenn preferred the English dub

The two heroes (and Wade's unexpected guest ) left , in what is a surprisingly long chapter...

And before it officially ended, a very handsome Canadian mercenary appeared yet again - ahora que la autora se fue, les daré un pequeño spoiler: Thor va a pelear, eventualmente - he chuckled a bit - contra alguien que hará esa pelea muy difícil, de manera personal. Todo depende de que tanto la autora quiera tragarse su odio hacia las películas de Taika Waitti, o de que tan importante sea cierto tuerto para la historia original. Esto es para ustedes, amiguitos que hablan español! No traduzcan o tendré problemas...y por último, recuerden : Este Hogar apoya a Tesla en su pelea contra el Moscas, creemos en la ciencia !- and so he left, as he also had to help his newfound friend get back to his own story

[jestersmaskblog]

i feel the need to say, some of these reasons are just “their descriptions are similar” when its... quite a basic creature? “la llorona because its similar to another story we have” there is a billion different “woman’s kid died in someway 50% of the time her fault and now her spirit haunts place and usually takes other kids” for almost every culture, “giant monsters live there” is the same, hell there’s hints the original story of medusa was based off how corpses look so “creature that looks like a human corpse” isn’t unique to you, the greeks also had “saying something powerfuls name is how you get their attention/give them power” so that’s also not unique to you yes many of these are genuine native american creatures that should not be stolen from their culture, but many of these are also “well they’re similar so i’m deciding the origin MUST be appropriation” sure bigfoot and yetis and etc could’ve been started from native myths, same way one particularly unstable individual could’ve seen a big monkey and started their own myth, hell it could’ve even just been some dude in a fursuit there’s something i’m actually trying to say here besides “i’m deciding how you feel”, i’m trying to say there is a TON of cultures that developed myths and stories that are similar or in some cases near identical to each other, human beings no matter how far apart do tend to be similar, so just jumping in to “this common belief is appropriation because it’s similar to another creatures common belief” is dangerous, and not to mention culture gets shared, hey there was some settlers who tried to be friendly, beliefs could have spread and been shared much longer ago than we think too, didn’t work out but hey, even people hostile to one another end up learning what each other believes too. It’s hard for humans to live in the same place together without starting to believe in what each other believes in, and buddy we’ve been (albeit poorly) sharing this stupid rock for at least 200 years, technically longer if you have ancestors from china or nordic countries granted they didn’t settle the original way pantheons and beliefs spread was just that, trade routes and silk roads. did greece appropriate astarte when they started their worship of aphrodite? but hey perhaps it’s simply because i believe in none of it i find it so interesting to see how human beliefs spreading hasn’t changed at all yet peoples reaction to it has

Which legendary Cryptids are appropriated from Indigenous Alaskan/American/Canadian/ cultures?

Honestly, most of them.

Wend!g0: appropriated from Algonquian cultures. The word itself (at least this version that I've censored) is Ojibwe & is an evil cannibal spirit

Sk*nwalkers: Navajo. Evil medicine men

Ravenmockers: Cherokee, called the Kâ'lanû Ahkyeli'skï in the Native language

Deer Woman: various cultures, including Ojibwe, Cherokee, Seminole, Oceti Sakowin, Haudenosaunee, & more.

Bigfoot/Sasquatch/various other giant hairy humanoids: various cultures, especially the Pacific Northwest. My culture also has them, & they're called Mistapew in our language. The word & "cryptid" Sasquatch is a bastardization of the word (& spirit) se'sxa from a Salish language (might be Nlaka'pamuctsin).

Lake Eerie Monster/Ogopogo/various other lake monsters: based on Algonquian horned serpent spirit & other similar spirits. Ogopogo in particular was stolen from the Secwepemc spirit Naitaka & the Sylix spirit nx̌ax̌aitkʷ

Thunderbirds: frequently found in many cultures, but most popular in Pacific Northwest Coast cultures, as evident in their art. Also found in some Algonquian cultures, including mine, & my Cree name has this word in it. This one was just straight up stolen & had a "cryptid" label slapped onto it

Caddy/Cadborosaurus: found in various PNWC cultures, called the hiyitl'iik by the Manhousat people, t'chain-ko by the Sechelt, & numkse lee kwala by the Comox in Vancouver.

Skunk Ape: bastardization of the Seminole Esti Capcaki, fitting the same description.

Shunka Warak’in: based on the name, it sounds like it was stolen from Oceti Sakowin legends, since "Shunka" (šúŋka) means "dog", particularly in Lakota

Adlet: stolen from Inuit legends

Thetis Lake Monster/Canadian Lizard Man: very likely based on & stolen from Haida Gwaii legends

Michigan Dogman: might be a mixture of Odawa legends as well as overlap with wend!g0

Owyhee Mountain Dwarves: stolen from Shoshone and Bannock legends

Nain Rouge: bastardization mix between French folklore called the lutin, and Native legends local to the area

Wampus Cat/Wampus: appears in multiple cultures, including Cherokee.

La Llorona: this one may have been influenced by a "weeping woman" figure that is seen in a few central american cultures, like Cihuacōātl, who has a really similar story with her son Mixcoatl.

Piasa Bird: spirit from Mississippian culture, often depicted in murals and art, including at Cahokia

Pukwudgie: from Wampanoag legends, & is a Wampanoag word. I think similar spirits exist elsewhere

A cryptid is an animal or creature that may or may not biologically exist but has a lot of tall tales surrounding it, and so people into "cryptids" (specifically ones that are appropriated) will use Native legends to fuel their argument & use as "proof" that these "animals" exist/existed, rather than the other way around that these are actually Native spirits that White people got a hold of, decontextualized, bastardized, and then spread inaccurately as "cryptids" or simply "folklore", with the latter being correct. Or people who think that these are just fun stories think "here's a cryptid and oh hey here's a Native spirit fitting the exact same description and the area the cryptid originates from is in the traditional territory as the Native culture this Native spirit is from. It's just a coincidence." & don't think it's because of appropriation at all.

I'm very likely missing some so there's probably more, but I also wouldn't be surprised if multiple OTHER "cryptids" have their origins in Native spirits that we haven't investigated yet. I've also been seeing White people talk about "cryptids" and then just straight up listing Native spirits, even ones that aren't widely known and don't even have a history of being called "cryptids". Which is fucking racist.

Native spirits aren't cryptids.