#lady of dark waters

[demaparbat-hp]

Izumi of Jang Hui died young. She was sixteen and unwed. A kind child, protective and lonely—thus unfit for this world.

Izumi of Jang Hui was murdered. The Painted Lady was born out of hatred and grief. Her skin is painted red with the patterns of her scars. Her home is the river where the Dark Water Spirit dwells—he who found her, drowned and beautiful.

Build shrines by the river and pray for her good will. Harm her land or people and pray for mercy.

[fsnowzombie]

Armored Lady Monday

a dnd campaign that i was a part of just ended recently, and we decided to change the ruleset from 5e to blades in the dark but in the same world of the last campaign, just to see how it goes, because... you know... you knoooooooooooooowwwww.... SO, its the period of time where you get excited about new ideas and new characters, and with the instruction of 1920s fashion i went ham, i found this early bullet vest design from ww1 and i just had to use it i love how chonky it is

this is my next character, a water genasi, i was not looking forward to naming her until i saw that genasi just decide to be called something related to their element sometimes, and nothing better than her name being something that is deeply connected with her, her favorite place to relax and watch the waves move, the fishes go by and make their home like she did in that coral reef

until a ship came by, recklessly, crashing against it, getting stuck on it, having a leak and dumping cargo, said cargo being toxic to the reef, cutting their anchor loose and leaving her second home, her sanctuary, her favorite place, her beautiful, peaceful, calm, wondrous place in ruin and dead, every single person in that boat is going to pay, and she will make sure of it.

[storyweaverofgondor]

If Pirates of Dark Water was more mainstream on here i wonder what the main gay ship would be?

[sailforvalinor]

.

[nocaffeineforlevi]

GUH

Day two of con:

Stayed up way too late last night and my appetite is screwed but I'll be fine the second I have breakfast lol

Going as a Weeping Angel today, which is going to take me way too long to get in and out of and I've got another panel today so thats bound to be interesting (my apologies to the universe for the gray body paint that will be slowly rubbing off, I have setting spray but I'm preparing for the worst)

Because it's a doctor who con we're all gonna be watching star beast together later and I'm hoping and praying that they'll have subtitles on. But beyond that I'll have to change out of the Weeping Angel cosplay because the wings are massive and I'm not a dick, so Trash man is making a guest appearance tonight and will probably remain on for karoake.

Finally, time zone change is shit and I dontnunderstand how people who travel frequently deal with like 5 hours difference I'm barely surviving one hour difference.

[slattenpat]

Favourite Horror heroines and heroes

[lucreziasredwyne]

And Heaven Lays Beneath Your Mother’s Feet: Lady Maria Redwyne’s soul returned to the Gods on the tenth day of September, 118AC, some weeks after most had departed from the Arbor following a happy summer. Most, for there was always one fox trying to put off returning home for as long as possible. // @omerflorent​

The sounds of crates opening and closing, being pushed around against wooden floorboards lingered behind the closed doors of Lucrezia Redwyne's private apartments; pacing footsteps rather than sitting still and taking a moment to fully contemplate the flickering candle that had been violently extinguished, snuffed out, snapped in two, thrown to the ash and winds. Crimson painted fingers had been embraced by the Stranger, crimson soaked bedsheets, crimson tainted white nightgowns and cloths and water.

How it had happened again and again, until this time, this time - hazel hues looked upon a scene she never thought would happen. A small part of what felt like innocence itself had been ripped away, watching her mother's orbs fill with tears, until they glazed into nothingness. Nothing and everything. She had never been summoned before, and yet after knowing that it was simply too early, a part of her had grappled with herself at the door of her mother's chambers that fateful afternoon. Where was it? 

Stuffed somewhere in a crate years ago, another forgotten item at the bottom of her belongings; all discarded onto the floor, a mess of a room. Messy bedsheets, tear-stained cheeks, a mirror she could barely stand to look within.

It was a normal afternoon. How many days had it been since? Two days? Three nights? How long would she continue feeling as though she could hardly breathe from her chest, like there was burning fire beneath her feet as they remained upon the ground - could they not go back to the start? This was never supposed to happen; the sun was always supposed to rise again, emerge from the clouds. They were always supposed to begin again; weren't they? Rising from the wooden box she was basically ransacking, silks and gowns thrown aside, some close to the crackling hearth, she found herself running a hand though her unruly, unkept hair.

She tugged, and let out a panicked sob, brewing deep within her that sounded as though she were a wounded animal. How she wished to tug and tug, as though that was the only grip on something she could have. 

Perhaps Garland would know where it was. Where she had put it. He was on his way back from the Oldtown now, wasn't he? Wasn't he? The tears that seemed to endlessly flow, quietly at times and harrowingly at others, had made her face hollowed; black circles, puffy orbs, tired tired eyes. She could hardly sleep, for when she felt as though she was drifting off, she thought she could smell the scent of her mother's perfume. That, or hear the sounds of her cries, those cries that would bounce off her chamber walls for hours. Cries of agony, then cries of grief once she realised she was not long left for this world. 

Blood, there was so much blood. And the quiet cries of the ladies. “Anne...Anne. Ah tanrılar. Ah tanrılar, aman tanrılar, bana bakın. Anne lütfen. Biz Allah'a aidiz ve Allah'a dönüyoruz. Anne.” Even in her grief, even as she felt all sense of reality slip from her, Lucrezia uttered prayers to ensure her mother would be able to slip away knowing her soul had been commended to the Gods by her daughter. Please don’t go. 

Then it came. A knock.

She stayed still, fixed, almost waiting for whoever it was to go away - but she would be lying if she said she did not desperately need someone to stay with her this moment. This moment she felt more helpless than ever before, wondering how she was supposed to move on, navigate this world without her mother. The duty, the duty, it would crush her. It would break her.

Another knock.

She remained by door, holding the knob; the air felt still around her in that moment, before she opened the door a crack at first. And there he was, he who seemed able to command life itself with his confidence. There he was. She merely held his gaze in silence, unable to say anything; just a crack in the door.

[so-make-the-moon]

am i gonna have to make a new header? does anyone even care about headers anymore? i’m asking the void.

[theartofmetal]

10. Heaven That Dwells Within - Wormwitch (Black Metal, 2019)

Art by John William Waterhouse: "The Lady Of Shalott" 1888

And down the river's dim expanse Like some bold seer in a trance, Seeing all his own mischance With glassy countenance Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. - part of Alfred, Lord Tennysons' poem from which this character originates)

[lemonhemlock]

https://twitter.com/fleshfeel/status/1612351711410290688?t=pprl0hbf33DZfPa4_31hwQ&s=19

BESTIE LOOK

[ahmadwaleed555]

Dear Supporters,

Your generosity has been a beacon of hope in these dark times, helping us secure basic essentials like food, clean water, and medicine. But with winter closing in, our needs are growing. We urgently need shelter, warm clothing, blankets, and protection against the harsh conditions.

There was a lady who voluntary helped us by launching the fundraising campaign (#167 on the vetted fundraising created by @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi ) and already she transferred 5,000 USD. But, 2 months ago she doesn’t responded and doesn’t transfer anymore. So, we launched a new fundraising campaign with 20,000 USD to cover our needs

Prices of daily essentials have skyrocketed, and access is extremely limited. Many families, including ours, are left without a steady income, struggling to survive day by day.

Your support can make a world of difference. Please stand with us. Every little bit helps to bring warmth, safety, and hope to us.

Thank you for your unwavering compassion.

My new campaign link👇

@sar-soor @appsa @akajustmerry @annoyingloudmicrowavecultist @thatdiabolicalfeminist @sayruq @tortiefrancis @tsaricides @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @vivisectionmoth @belleandsaintsebastian @kordeliiius @brutaliakhoa @raelyn-dreams @troythecatfish @ot3 @the-bastard-king @pcktknife @4ft10tvlandfangirl @queerstudiesnatural @northgazaupdates2 @90-ghost @skatehani @awetistic-things @baby-girl-aaron-dessner @variantsofblue @thedigitalbard @socalgal @paper-mario-wiki @ibtisams @nabulsi @lesbianmaxevans @buttercupagere @malcriada @dykemarcille @paparoach @neptunerings @newporters @postanagramgenerator @alivehouse @meshugenist @mangocheesecakes @2spirit-0spoons @khangems @wizardarchetypes @gaza-evacuation-funds @rununcal @virovac @geosparks

[nade2308]

The books arrived on Thursday, but I had a few wild days, so I get to post the pics now. I'm always happy to start reading a book from you, Erin, and I never fail to mention that to @thethistlegirl who decided to get me all of them so I can enjoy them whenever I want to (we are missing one more, but it will be found and get to me eventually). Thank you for signing them, and for always being so kind (also gotta feel special that you remembered where she sent Everything is just beginning last year). This means a lot to me, and I appreciate the love all the way from Michigan. I hope you write us a lot more books, and that the inspiration never ends.

I know you are going through a rough patch at the moment, and I hope this post brings a smile to your face.

Much love, Nade ❤️

[g4zdtechtv]

THE PILE PRESENTS: AOTS! - The Day Before San Diego | 7/20/06

Did your Super Ex-Girlfriend throw that Baby Ruth in the pool?

(4GTV - STREAM WHAT YOU PLAY!)

[winter-jay-official]

Went kayaking this weekend and it reset my brain im normal now

[mkarchin713]

Her Son had been stolen

Her Son wanted to see his father, her Knight, again.

Her Son’s spirit was not strong enough to return to the mortal plane on its own.

She had heard of other Ancients using their power to bring their avatars back to life, perhaps she could do the same for her Son.

And so she did.

She slowly infused the soil that surrounded her Son’s mortal form with her power. It would take time, as all resurrections do, but soon her Son would be in her Knights arms once again.

She had gone to the council to inform them of her plan when it happened.

One of that parasite Lazarus’s lackeys had stolen her Son’s mortal form, just as it awaken, and spirited it away from her.

Lazarus had always hated her.

Ever since she had refused to hand over the permanent portal that lay under her soil, he had hate her.

Lazarus who was so afraid of returning to the Realms, of facing the Tyrant, that he hoarded all the permanent portals he could find and filled them with his ecto. Then he tricked mortals into giving him their bodies in exchange for “immortality”.

Word was the body Lazarus had been using for the last few centuries was breaking down, was that why he took her Son’s vessel, so that he could use her power as his own.

Before she could even inform the King of what Lazarus had done something worse had happened.

Lazarus stole her Son.

Lazarus had used her Son’s mortal body to drag his spirit into the living realm.

What was that parasite going to do with her Child. She raged and screamed. All of the Realms now knew that Lazarus had stolen her Child, a baby ghosts who knew what he would do with her Son.

There was little she or anyone else could do. Her influence in the living realm was restricted to her Haunt and she was too weak in the living real to even tell her Knight what happened.

Lazarus had hidden himself so well that even the King could not find Lazarus in the living realm and Lazarus had long made the enterence s to his portals to toxic to even get near and all knew if they went through the portal all you would do was give Lazarus a new thrall.

There was nothing she could do but wait. Wait for her Son to return to her arms. It could take centuries, millennia even but Lazarus would be found if not by her then by others and they would make Lazarus pay.

And he would pay dearly

Dc x Dp Prompt #5: A Mother’s Love

Gotham still remembers when she was just a young Neverborn. When her bay was first discovered and settlements were newly established. Her consciousness like the budding town was growing slowly but surely. By the 1800s she was almost fully grown and by the 1900s she knew her name. She knew who she was.

She was Lady Gotham: Queen of the City of Corruption, Mistress of the Den of Madness, Ruler of No Man's Land, Mother of Poor Souls.

She was a Neverborn Spirit of the Infinite Realms who was well acquainted with disaster and misery. She was the sovereign of her own haunt and territory, and vassal under the king. (A king to whom she swore no loyalty)

She knew her flaws and she knew the flaws of those who were Hers but she loved them nonetheless. When she was still young she spent her energy trying to nourish her people, unfortunately, she was but a reflection of her mortal haunt. There was little she could do aside from slightly bending the rules to exert control over the physical aspects of her haunt or to extend her power to those who would need it most. As she grew older she also had to divide her care among the ghosts in her spectral haunt, for they were Hers too, now within her grasp.

She remembers when the Clown first arrived. He was horrible, an outsider, an interloper, and a scourge to her haunt. He was not Hers and she refused to claim him despite his fancy to call himself the Clown Prince of Gotham. No, he was more a Fool than anything else. She made it known within the realms to all those living in her spectral haunt that should the Fool ever make it to the realms than his fate would be up to her (Perhaps her former paramour would grant her a boon and keep him trapped in an eternal nightmare).

She remembers when her Dark Knight first arrived in her defense. She was struck to see him, for he had been one of Hers. He had been gone for many years but returned to her and he wished to help her, to protect her. She accepted him as her Knight, extending her power on occasion to cloak him in shadows and fear. Though she cherished her Knight she wished he was capable of more. (She wished he would cross lines she could not, but she knew he wouldn't because he could not either).

She remembers the first little Squire her Knight took in. He was not of her but she would claim him as Hers too. He was eager to help her and those who were Hers. He was the first bit of Wonder she and Hers had had in a long time. He cared for her too but eventually, he would grow to be more than a Squire and would leave her too. Though he was gone, he still had a place in the city as one of her Knights.

She remembers the second little Squire. Her very own homegrown Hope. Sure he was a bit more rough and decisive but he cared. He was so deeply and truly Hers. He grew up in her streets and he understood her and Hers better than any of her knights so far. He was young, full of life and a desire to help, and he believed he could be magic. She was devastated when he left, lured away by the promise of a mother, then tricked and fallen into the hands of the Fool. She was devastated when he returned to her broken and mangled.

In her distress she remembered that the Tyrant had been overthrown recently. There was a new king, one who had not even reached his majority yet. The Boy King, The Benevolent King, The Protector, The Peace Maker, The One with the Cloak of Stars and the Crown of Frozen Light, The Perfect Balance.

He had not yet risen to full power but he had united the Counsel of Ancients. She could appeal to them and to him. She could swear her loyalty in exchange for borrowed power. Even if he refused, it would not stop her. His help would prevent her from growing too weak but his refusal would mean nothing to her.

True to his title, the Benevolent King granted her a boon, her loyalty and support for a temporary amplification of her own power and permission to cross over. She thanked the Boy King for his Kindness and fled back to her haunt, ready to manifest onto the mortal plane for the first time in centuries.

When she found him she was overwhelmed with grief. Her voice echoed like sirens in the wind. Her fingernails elongated as she reached out. Her appearance grew more haggard as spectral winds swirled around her. She cried black tears over his grave summoning her power to channel his soul.

If the boy wanted to help he could help those in her spectral haunt.

If the boy wanted to make a difference, he could help her exert her power over her mortal haunt.

If the boy wanted a family, then she would be his Mother.

If the boy wanted to live, he could live in the Realms with Her.

Her form flickered vanishing from the mortal plane. Back in her spectral haunt, she held a young figure in her arms. She overflowed with gratefulness promising herself she would introduce the young boy to the King when she got the chance. He deserved to see how much he'd done for her. She gathered up her presence and made a declaration to the realm:

Here was the heir to her power

Here was the being that was most truly Hers

Here was the true Son

Her very own Little Prince of Gotham.

~~~

Okay a couple of things:

Did I imply the Joker is not a Gotham Native? Yes, I did. I also implied that if he ever became a ghost it would be on sight for him by Lady Gotham.

Did I imply that Lady Gotham has two haunts? Yes, I did. She has actual Gotham and then the ghost version in the Infinite Realms where a lot of the ghosts of people who died in Gotham live.

Did I imply that Lady Gotham and Fright Knight were romantically involved at one point? Yes, I did.

The goal of this was to literally make Jason the "Son of Gotham", a term I've seen thrown around before. I feel like Lady Gotham would love to be a mom and finally give Jason a decent parent, albeit one that treads the line between creepy and Eldritch Horror.

I included Danny as the new Ghost King even though he's not technically ruling yet. He has the Council of Ancients running things and he has a regent but idk who yet. He's still involved in the decision-making process bc a.) He's super powerful, b.) he's still technically ruler, and c.) it's a good way for him to learn about ruling which he will have to do eventually.

Yes, it is my intention to have Jason and Danny meet in the Ghost Zone later. Give some good bonding and friendship (eventually crushes on each other).

I have a couple ideas for things that may happen in this au but if anyone gets their own ideas or wants to write this then feel free to share or ask about it.