#naiad au

[ruii-cha]

a floating mirror. your friends (?) smile warmly behind you.

so i mentioned an omori x furina au? stay tuned i'm gonna very slowly work on character references in the event there is demand (some people proved there was demand for the au soooo), but in the meantime, here's the general idea:

in-line with genshin canon, actually! this takes place just post-fontaine AQ, when furina's a just a little bit traumatised and trying her best to hold herself together.

so she ends up creating her version of white space, where she can just forget all her worries, all her troubles, and have fun and adventures. the thing she's 'forgotten', the 'truth', is what she wants. who she wants to be.

somehow, somewhere, she's joined by three other companions (she doesn't know if she's made them up or not). there's a boy who tells her to call him WANDERER. there's a girl, maybe his little sister, goes by DREAMER. that last boy doesn't have a name- she calls him AEOLUS.

there's one more, another girl who looks like her but who has long hair. she says her name is FOCALORS, but furina always calls her 'mirror'. she loves the other girl dearly, appreciates her company and the tea parties she sets up for them, but she can never quite bring herself to call the other girl by her name.

(if you're looking for character role equivalents, wanderer = aubrey, venti = kel, nahida = hero, focalors = mari and basil both! furina = omori/sunny, of course. props to @alchemania for giving me the idea to include other characters, by which i mean wanderer, which then got me thinking about the actual story)

[sloanslone]

Naiad Telemachus (au comes from my beloved anon yet again-they can cook fr)

Close ups:

I CANNOT draw seafood :D

[toonteller]

Just a silly new art piece to start out the new year

[ymechi]

The Naiad au (Scrapped)

EDIT: 17/11/2023 I have decided to rework this series, so this story won't continue, instead there will be a new one with the same concept.

-slight idv and genshin crossover, the mc is an OC and has female pronouns

-english is not my first language

TW: SAGAU, Cult au, imposter au, mentions of death, drowning

part 1 , This is part 2

authors note: if i am correct this part was 1.5k words;; i was so unmotivated to edit i should try to find a beta/editor, sorry for the writing mistakes

She looked up towards the sky from the ocean floor staring at it for a while. While she managed to survive she had no idea what to do. Going to the surface was probably a very bad idea in case she ran into those villagers again, for now she should explore her surroundings.

To swim in the sea came surprisingly easy for her, she was never an excellent swimmer but the way she moved felt eerily natural. She came to realize she did not need to move her arms. Her legs and perhaps something else (a power she did not understand) did most of the work.

Oxygen was not a problem either, she idly wondered if she had gills somewhere on her body.

She swam in between some kelps and fishes. There was, yellow, green and red big huge vines which she saw in between too. The floor beneath was a vibrant green shade, everything here was so colorful and beautiful. It felt so alive and thriving. She would have thought that the ocean deep beneath was darker, murkier and scarier but she fell in awe the more she saw.

She looked up and saw the sun giving the water above a golden hue, soon the sun would set but she did not feel afraid at the thought of the dark.

The ocean was mostly empty of any dangers. There were so many colorful schools of fishes swimming around, occasionally she would see a big fish that would look like a predator but they would never come to her and harm her. Perhaps she did not look tasty to them?

At the thought of food she did feel slightly hungry but it wasn't anything too urgent, yet it was best to find something to eat now while she could. She looked around and saw some seaweed. She did remember seaweed could be edible and the water here looked clean, there was no harm right?

At most it would perhaps taste gross, she tore off some of the seaweed and hesitantly took a bite. The taste was not unpleasant, it tasted salty and the texture was not slimy like she expected but rather a bit rubbery. She happily took another bite, the best part there was a lot of seaweed so the chances of her running out of it was very low. While eating her impromptu lunch-dinner she did not notice a few fish appearing beside her. When she noticed them she looked at them curiously one of them came near her face and bumped into her mouth.

She was rather confused and she started to laugh. While laughing the fish entered her mouth which caused her to panic, which caused her to choke and then her trying to get the fish out of her mouth. She looked at the troublemaking fish she finally caught in her hand in confusion. 

What was going on?

in her peripheral she saw one of the larger fish approach her, it looked like a salmon but she was not sure. The larger fish approached one of the smaller fishes and opened its mouth, she could see the fish's sharp teeth. The smaller fish then willingly entered the pseudo salmon's mouth much to her shock.

The salmon then began to eat the smaller fish all while looking at her and she could not help but to think of the smaller fish's earlier actions. They wanted her to eat them?

This was all too confusing. Fish are not supposed to behave like this, since when did prey willingly enter a predator's mouth? The fish in her hand wiggled before approaching her face, more specifically her mouth.

Should she try to do it? Maybe just one bite. . .

She held both ends of the fish with her hands, closed her eyes, did a sharp exhale and took a bite.

crunch.

Yikes she forgot about the fish bones but the bones did not hurt at all. The fish's taste was rather tasty and flavorful, much better than the seagrass. Another fish appeared in front of her, a different species than the one she ate and she took the fish and proceeded to eat it too, this one tasted a little bit saltier. Soon different species of smaller fish came up to her and she ate one of each.

After a while she patted her stomach. She really overdid it but in her defense she never had eaten fish like this, they were raw and despite that they were tasty. Hopefully since she was presumably no longer human she would not catch any diseases from eating raw fish. . .

She slowly traced her sharp teeth with her tongue, another discovery about her body. Speaking of her body she really should move around to digest the food. With that in mind she began swimming around with no direction in mind exploring the seafloor and its vibrant ecosystem.

She followed some manta ray looking creatures (she was pretty sure manta rays were not green). She swam along with them doing twists and turns which caused her to laugh. One nudged her on the hand which caused her to start petting the manta ray like one would a dog, the texture was not unpleasant to the touch.

After some more playing around with the manta rays they approached. . . something?

 She looked towards the direction of the place. It was ominous, omitting a weird aura. It was as if she should not approach the place but that only piqued her curiosity even more. If she was sane she would not approach whatever that place was yet she has gone through multiple literal life changing events so she went ahead to the direction of the place.

It certainly did not disappoint.

She gasped as she saw the tall pillars holding down a creature which she could only describe as a blue sea dragon with multiple heads. The structure despite being so impressive looked old yet so sturdy still holding down the monster (or creature?).

She hesitantly approached a pillar that pinned down one head. 

The creature snapped its eyes open.

She made a small squeaking sound and fumbled backwards. The bound creature gave her what she could only assume was an unimpressed yet annoyed glare as they stared down at her.

She shivered yet stood frozen still in his glare unable to move or break eye contact.

"You should not be here."

She gulped and frantically tried to come up with something.

"I-i- i just followed a trail. . ."

"This place is sealed, no mortal or god should be able to come in here."

The creature ignored her previous comment and the annoyed expression he had previously turned into curiosity as he stared down at her like one would do to a dog who made an interesting trick.

"I am- i don't know," she cringed at her own words, "I uhh sort of woke up in here, the ocean, and-and just came upon this place."

The more she spoke the more she wanted to dig herself into a hole and curl in there. The creature before her did not change his expression, continuing to stare at her.

"You were just born?"

Born? That was one way to look at it. She did die but now she is alive, so a sort of rebirth.

"Yes?"

Her answer came more out as a question, she herself was unaware what really happened.

"I see and do you have a name?"

the creature looked at her expectantly as if that would give the creature an answer to a question. For her that question was a curse.

Impostor. Heretic. Stealing the name of the creator.

She sucked in a harsh breath except what filled her lungs was water reminding her of her drowning. Her mind began to go hazy, flashes of the village mob still inside of her mind. She hugged her body tightly. Her real name was a liability in this world. Yet just like her body she can change it as well.

"It's Naiad."

The creature closed their eyes, perhaps thinking or reminiscing. She doubted the creature would know of her name. The name was not of this world.

"I see you were born with a name, not many do."

Naiad looked at him questioningly, not really sure how to answer, she had so many questions other than what he just said. Yet could she ask them? Despite having a powerful aura he was pinned down, as if they were imprisoned, the pillars acting as chains to this prison. If Naiad did end up offending them perhaps she could make a run- swim for it.

"Uhm. . . What do I call you?" She asked with a meek voice.

He looked down at her and she stared back. Naiad felt like time  passed slower before the creature finally answered.

"I am Osial."

[eclairris]

Part of the ship, part of the crew.

Thinking about the Dutchman’s crew some more, sketching a bit, and definitely pinning them as a found family. Who doesn’t love a bit of peg-leg Luca? I sure do. He’s literally part electric eel (he named it Lorenz), and all the more of a maniac for it. The crew consists of Grace, Luca, Norton, and Mary, which is relatively small but enough to start with for me until I get a good foundation. Plus they’re the only critical ones.

While Norton isn’t a pleasant guy since the loss of his heart, he also isn’t completely cruel either. He knows that his crew trusts him enough to abide by their command, even if they may be a bit chaotic and unkempt around the edges.

[sarcophagid]

modern au. more under cut

one thing abt me is i'll never follow the canon appearance. its a fish woman and her short guy. close enough. "why does he have dark roots" real blondes do not have the fortitude and power of fake blondes

[ch6douin]

How would the Idv survivors and hunters [Enchantress, Batter, Prospector/Fool's Gold, Naiad] feel if the Player was someone who'd defend them with their life in conversations? Like the Player knows their lore and will explain it all to defend them, or just a huge fan of them. Of course they don't baby them [It annoys me when many do] but just defend most of their actions and choices since it connects with how they are as a character.

if I had to rank from most to least wary each one would be in this situation, it could probably look like this.

Prospector>Naiad>Batter>Enchantress

Lore-wise, I'm probably wrong, especially with Patty but I only know Ganji and Norton better anon💀💀. Going for small observations:

Norton? It feels bittersweet having someone who can finally understand what he did. So his first reaction is to take advantage of your empathy, knowing that you probably trusted him more than others. And then, he will regret deeply and conclude that there is not an ounce of genuine kindness in his heart after all these years. He doesn't deserve this chance you gave him.

For Naiad, there is no way that she wouldn't be suspicious. Her end was cruel and by the hands of the same people who seemed to ''care'' about her. But she wants to believe you, and the words you speak. It will take time, she is a tough nut to crack so good luck.

Batter will furrow his eyebrows in confusion, although it just seems like his usual grumpy face. He doesn't know why you're doing that, taking over the mission to protect him like no one else did when he was struggling. He will stay quiet for a long time, processing your words with patience until he is finally able to show his gratitude properly.

Last but not necessarily least, Enchantress. I only put her last because I am not familiar with Patty's lore and was not sure where she would fit. However, based on what I read in her birthday letter, she seems to be very sensitive about her identity and how society perceives her. It feels like a fresh breeze of air to be understood.

[hailaxyart]

I'm selling my stuff on vinted if someone is interested! User is airinn1

[bakawitch]

Alias: Mesulia/ Medea Crane

Hero Name: Nairo

Gem: (naiad + blue)

Activation: (Aqua. Let's make a splash!)

Weapon: (baseball bat)

Special Attack: (Change the Tides)

Optional Short bio: A punkish spray painter

Okay, so first of all, I am so sorry, I had to change some of these things because there's already a water-based enchantling 😓

Also, quick explanation for the naiad! The original idea was Scylla, but I wanted that to be the spirit's name, so we decided to go with the naiad even though it's sort of a human looking thing. To be clear, Scylla will have no human features here, she's a weird monster with a lot of heads and mouths.

Meet Nairo, the intelligent newest member of the Enchantlings! Her thought process is near impossible to follow, but her plans usually seem to work out just fine. She often clashes with Hydrous.

◇ Alias: Medea Crane

◇ Hero Name: Nairo

◇ Gem: Naiad Sapphire

◇ Activation: Enchanting frost!

◇ Weapon: baseball bat

◇ Special Attack: Freezing Point

[idv-hunger-games]

Idv hunger games au

74th game sketches 😔

I HAVE NEWER BETTER PENCIL VERSION OF SOMEOF THEM but the 10 pics max limit💀

(These are lwk bad cause I did them in pen some I can’t even recognize myself…)

Don’t ask about 6,10,11 idk where they went 😭

[dlrge]

some voice headcanons of my au's characters

naiad:

io and mimas (adults):

(because they're twins, i imagine they'd have just about identical voices, but different inflections. the rougher vocals are io, and the smoother ones are mimas)

belanoche:

shamura:

(i don't think they would have such a strong accent. they are definitely not british in my mind BUT otherwise the voice. the line delivery. its perfect to me.)

pragia:

.....and that's all i got for now! will figure out the rest another time

[liliflower137]

[sloanslone]

I am in your walls…

- naiad Telemachus anon

Aahhhhh pls don't kill me 🥺

[strawberrymangosoda]

i had NOOOO clue what to do for this LOL soooo

woe !! two drawings be upon ye @ghostlylulla-by !! this is part of an art trade between @monstrous-fusion @marsnoodlesoup @twist-dg @ghostlylulla-by and myself! we drew each others' links meet aus !!

[ymechi]

The Naiad au (Scrapped)

EDIT: 17/11/2023 I have decided to rework this series, so this story won't continue, instead there will be a new one with the same concept.

-slight idv and genshin crossover, the mc is an OC and has female pronouns

-english is not my first language

TW: SAGAU, Cult au, imposter au, mentions of death, drowning

this is part 1 , part 2

The warm embrace of the water did not soothe her as much as she had thought. She was flailing, panicking and scared out of her wits. She was doing anything to rise up again to the surface but the net and anchor would not let her go, using their imaginary claws to sink her deeper and deeper into the ocean floor. Her lungs were burning and her rational mind was screaming at her to remain calm. She was wasting precious resources and making things worse yet her instincts were louder trying to fight the descent into the watery prison below.

Was this how things were going to end?

Stranded in a new world alone, confused and branded as an impostor for a god she did not know?

"With your death may All-Mother cleanse us of your sins."

What sins? What did she do? Who was All-Mother?

But no one would be there to answer her. The only answer was the silence of the water.

She looked up one final time. she could still see the sun above shining ever so brightly reflected on the water above, she tried reaching it with her hand but it was in vain.

The net still clung to her like the villagers arms as they apprehended her and tied her. The anchor was heavy she saw as it took three grown men to carry and she was just one weak untrained girl, it was futile to fight.

The anchor continued to pull her down.

In the back recess of her mind she thought how weird, how familiar this scene was. Once upon a time she remembered watching the same scene but through a third view another girl just like her was killed in the same manner.

For something she had no control over.

Unlike that person would she just drown quietly, would a miracle happen and she too would grow fins, gills, the ability to breathe underwater? That would be most ideal if she did not want to end as a corpse underwater. Alone in the dark ocean being killed for a crime she did not commit.

If only she could be like that girl.

with that one final thought her body betrayed her and she ended up breathing the ocean water. She closed her eyes for the last time as the water filled her lungs.

. . .

. . .

. . .

There was a small sound she could hear. She did not know where it came from. It sounded what she thought a star would sound like, small, sparkly and floaty . Softly it hummed and swayed creating a sweet melody. It hummed once again and she could not help herself but to hum along.

The sound stopped for a second after she hummed along but resumed its melody a bit faster, perhaps it was cheerful she joined along? She opened her eyes to look.

What greeted her was not a person, not a creature but the sun still shining down on the ocean floor.

How?

It should not be possible for the sun to still be visible all the way down here. . .

Wait.

She was still alive?

Realization dawned on her and her eyes widened in shock, she looked around frantically. She was definitely on the ocean floor, the anchor still attached to the fishnet she was stuck in.

Yet.

She was alive?

She hesitantly took a deep breath when she expected water to fill her lungs. Nothing happened. She was speechless for a moment bringing a hand towards her chest and she looked down. What shocked her was the sight in front of her.

Her arm- her hand.

 Despite being so deep into the ocean she could see her previous skin color was gone, something akin to a blue-ish tone took its place. Her hands were now webbed as well with the tip of her fingers having sharp nails and a deep purple hue.

What had happened to her.

She touched her face but it still felt the same. She doubted she could find a mirror All the way down here.

She wanted to try to get out of the fishnet first Before planning anything else.

After finally having a concrete plan she pushed herself upwards and tried to pry the fishnet away from her but it was mostly in vain. She looked at her sharp nails and wondered if she could try to cut it off with them.

She took one hand and tried to pull the net with her nails while the other was holding it in place. It took some while to get the process right before the net started to tear down.

Neat!

Finally sensing some hope in this situation she managed to bring out a smile. After some more flailing around and tearing the net she managed to tear it out enough that she could get away from her "net-prison".

After she was finally out from the fishnet she relaxed her shoulders in relief. Finally she had a moment of peace to herself.

. . .

Perhaps that was the scary part as well, the peace allowed her to think but thinking of what happened. Waking up in a strange land, being captured, treated like some criminal and then dying. Except she did not die. She looked down on her webbed hands. She traced her fingers with her other hand, over the sharp nail, over the visible veins and in between the webbed parts. It felt too real to be a dream. She pressed her finger deeper into the palm of her hand. her sharpened nail accidentally cut into her flesh but she only felt a sting. What surprised her was the golden liquid that flew out of her hand.

Perhaps she did really die and was reborn as something else because she certainly was no longer a human.

She watched in fascination as her skin healed itself in merely a few seconds.

Yeah, definitely not a human anymore.

She sighed but then was shocked to see bubbles leave her mouth. A neat reminder she was very much at the bottom of the ocean, alive and all.

[rainbow-flavoured-skittles]

Nya ref is here! I think she's my favourite so far

Name: Nya Smith

Alias: Naiad

Powers: Hydrokinesis, enhanced healing and durability, enhanced senses

Age: 15

Backstory: After their parents disappeared, Kai and Nya ended up on their own. They took care of themselves and eventually left their hometown for Ninjago City. She meets Wu when Kai tries pickpocketing him and fails, but Wu gives them a place to live and training instead of being angry. She originally has the alias Samurai X, but once she gets her powers takes on the name Naiad instead.

Additional notes: She is the last of the team to develop her powers, so she created Samurai X as a way of helping them. Her parents disappear when she is 9 instead of 4 in this universe.