#the Sea's Song OCs

[ivyprism]

Wynter: I sleep with a gun under my pillow. Pyre: I sleep with a knife. Astro: Both of you are pathetic. Wynter: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with? Astro: Calder.

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@und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut @kioko-noodles / @kiokodoodles

[hey-hey-j]

due to certain.... *gestures vaguely* circumstances surrounding her egg, it takes a bit longer than normal for Lisi to develop her singing ability

(Floyd 100% blames himself btw he knows he tried his best to protect her but there was only so much he could do in that bottle)

(★ my Kofi)

[saraptor-art]

Hello, I had questions about the gods of the sea, about their ideals, if there are commandments or prohibitions, if they have any religious symbols, stories. 🌊 🛐 🌊

Hey, Anon, answering this from the 3rd of Sept :D But I wanted to take my time with this one so there we go!

When imagining this, I tried not to take inspiration directly from real beliefs or religions to avoid any appropriation but I’m still clearly influenced by my Christian background and the “casual witch beliefs” that circulate in European cultures. I researched different beliefs from Ireland and East, South East Asia but went with something softer, murkier and based on the ocean itself rather than legends, stories and creatures. Visually, I took inspiration from different Mesopotamian writings and from Peruvian art.

I wanted to create a very soft magic, with few intermediaries that still fit in One Piece since there is very little talk of religion in the manga (before Nika xP). I also wanted to leave it to the believer or non-believer’s interpretation if it works. So while Biri is sure that her faith keeps her safe on the sea, there’s always the possibility that she’s a very good sailor and has a lot of luck.

[denieatsart]

Summer and his dad , from a rp on discord ! Summer's always been quite adventurous .

OCs and au by me Wings of Fire by Tui T Sutherland

@starswirly @petrockenthusiast [ hi Pebble you keep getting sneak peeks before i post them on discord /silly ] and ,,, idk if anyone else in the rp has tumblr SOBBING

[funky-sea-cryptid]

And this feeling has got a window 'Til I'm numb, 'til I am blissful 'Til the sum outweighs the mental 'Til the blood of both is my limbo

fellas is it cringe to draw oc refs for your own fic? no? great. i finally did official postassim saints refs because i love them :3

the saints are the brainchild of me and my lovely wife @bean-market-mafia and you can find the fic we wrote together (linked above). anyways i love the saints

[rysttle]

Slaps this here

Posting an oc animatic on public yt for once yeaghhhh

Cw creepy stuff and body horror a bit and maybe scopo also a bit!

[soggyoreoz]

My OC Birdie Anderson as a Selkie cause Song of the Sea obsession 😔

[memento-morri-writes]

ship in a bottle

Excuse the shitty 3am first draft, but I wrote another fucked-up nightmare for Rook... (continued under the cut. tw for death/drowning/corpses)

The water is rising even faster now, and within seconds the deck is awash with sea water.  It reaches his ankles, then his knees. He clings desperately to the broken wheel, but it will not save him. Nothing will save him. As the water reaches his neck he sucks in a breath. The water closes over his head. As it continues to rise, he begins to swim, searching for whatever is trapping him. A few strong strokes, and his outstretched hand meets something smooth. Glass.  He swims forwards, following the curve of the glass, searching for a way out. It slopes downwards, and he dives, following it into a narrow tunnel. At the end is a cork. There’s an indentation in it, as if something heavy has slammed against it. He pushes against it with all his might. His shoulder fits perfectly into the groove, but it will not budge. Exhausted he pauses, floating in the water. He should have needed to breathe by now. Should have drowned by now. But he hasn’t. The thought gives him hope. There must be a way out. Another thought crosses his mind. The rain alone was not enough to fill the bottle at this speed. There must be another opening. With renewed desperation, he swims back down the neck of the bottle and dives deeper, towards the bottom.  A dark shadow passes through the corner of his vision. He looks and sees the Tide Breaker sinking, having finally succumbed to the waves. As it falls past him, fading from his vision, he swims after it.

After several minutes of swimming, he begins to see shapes below him, coming closer. Dark silhouettes rise out of the murky water. As he grows closer, a sinking feeling sets into his stomach. The shapes are not natural rocks or stony ruins. They are wrecks, so densely packed that he can’t see the sand beneath them. Hundreds upon hundreds of ships lie at the bottom of the bottle, stretching as far as he can see in every direction.   No. Not hundreds of ships. One ship. Piled up on the ocean floor are countless copies of the Tide Breaker, in various states of disrepair. Some remain almost completely intact, while others have been ripped apart by the waves. Some are covered in seaweed, swaying gently in the waves. Others look recent, hulls clean and firm. For the first time since the water closed over his head, Rook’s lungs begin to strain. His heart is pounding in his chest. He kicks harder, swimming not upwards, but downwards, closer to the wrecks. Something white catches his attention, and he swims towards it. At first it looks like some kind of large shell, balanced on the broken wheel of one of the wrecks. But as he gets closer, its grisly shape reveals itself. A skull, bleached white and picked clean of flesh, is perched jauntily on the helm. Its naked grin seems to be taunting him. More white catches his eyes and he sees bones scattered across the deck.  Movement draws his attention from a nearby wreck, and he glances over. His vision is going dark at the edges from lack of air, and it takes him several seconds to process what he’s seeing. Tangled in the rigging of a nearby wreck is a corpse. His corpse. It twists slowly in the current, spinning around to face him. The eyes are gone and the flesh on his face has begun to fall off. Bite marks are visible where some deep-sea creature has been feeding from him. A scream is building in his throat, his lungs are sending shooting warnings through his body. He needs air. Against his will, his mouth opens, and water rushes in, salty and cold. As his vision fades, the last thing he sees is his own rotting corpse, drifting in the water. It seems to be laughing at him.

[dinopepitah]

THIS SON OF AN ANEMONE- nvm heres closeups

I headcannon he hysterically laughs at penis jokes

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

Translated text:

6- How much the icecreams of 100 (clp)

7- we cleaned the whole house and without geting a drop of paint in anything but the F-(no idea what it says) WHATS THATTT (spongebob meme- this one was pretty popular with spanish speakers)

3- penis

[big-old-bee]

Some doodles for a Song of the Sea Shadria AU

Maria is a selkie who starts a family with Shadow and they have two kids, Sunny and Mia. Upon trying to give birth to Mia, she ends up giving up her life to deliver her safely. Sunny grows to resent his little sister for this. (Mia in this AU turns into a squid due to her fathers alien blood)

[smoothbrainstuff]

Hey gang pick your poison (guest feature Guide and Trailmaker from spot 8 belong to @focshi)

1. You get to deal with my annoying ass

2. Giant jungle mosquito

3. Gay 100HP joltik

4. Morally dubious gay + his murder bird

5. In the middle of a divorced couple

6. Traumatized guy + traumatized cat

7. Silly guy + barely controlled red lizard

8. The two with 10 slugpups hidden under the seats

[ivyprism]

Still Here (A Hydrangea Sea's Song Story)

Warnings: Mentions of violence, pain, blood, alcohol, etc.

Hydrangea's hands stroked the pages of her books as she flipped them. She scrutinized every paper, every note, every picture… Her hand trembles as she comes to a halt. She shuts her eyes and sighs. She saw the notes her former crew members would leave for her, playfully teasing her, adding to her stories, and providing additional information.

"Musing through memories... Losing my grip in the gray..."

Hydrangea sets the glass down in her hand. She shuts her eyes and reflects. She was losing hope. She recently lost her home and is currently in a different location far from home.

"Numbing the senses... I feel you slipping away...'

Hydrangea sinks her face into her hands. She shuts her eyes as she recalls joyful moments, but the happy memories are replaced with pain, screaming, and blood… The frigid water when she stepped into it.

"Fighting to hold on... Clinging to just one more day..."

Hydrangea firmly closes her eyes. She lets out a quiet sigh as she feels her consciousness fragment…

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She had returned to the ship. She was looking around the room. As Aerwyna dragged her up to the deck, she smiled. She grins as she takes in her surroundings. Calder drew her in as they examined the group. Her eyes welled up as she saw a storm approaching, and her stomach dropped. She tries to speak to her group… But she can't fully understand what she's saying as she watches the flames burn and the storm rage.

"Love turns to ashes... With all that I wish I could say."

Hydrangea had returned to the ship. She was watching her pals struggle for their life, wanting to help but being powerless. As Aegir shoved her out of the path, she couldn't move. She awakens when she hits the water.

"I'd die to be where you are... I tried to be where you are!"

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Hydrangea hums while she sings in a slightly slower tone. As the tavern turns towards her, she leans back. She sings with her eyes closed.

"Every night I dream you're still here... The ghost by my side, so perfectly clear!"

Hydrangea sings as she recalls wonderful memories and dreams she wishes she could save. She was with the gang, and they were having fun and winning…

But those were just dreams, weren't they?

"When I awake, you'll disappear~... Back to the shadows... With all I hold dear... With all I hold, dear..."

As the group begins to sway to her voice, she sings. She wished she could be with the gang. She wished she could get out of here.

"I dream you're still here... (I dream you're still here~...) I dream you're still here..."

As she finally leaves for her inn, the audience applauds. She was still thinking about them. Their chuckles, their smiles, the way Conway would join in, the way they all did… Despite the fact that some of them couldn't sing to save their lives.

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"Hidden companion... Phantom be still in my heart..."

As she walks to the burial, Hydrangea's hands trace the mountain trees. She buried her friends beside the graveyard. She noticed the flowers she had planted herself. When she sees the grave, her hands quiver.

"Make me a promise that.. Time won't erase us~... That we were not lost from the start..."

As she collapses on her knees, Hydrangea half-begs for the gravesite. Her hands shake as she touches the grave. Her eyes were blurred by tears. Her soul ached. She wanted them here.

She wanted to go home.

She wanted to be with her family.

"I'd die to be where you are... I tried to be where you are..."

She cursed the Gods silently. Why was she spared? What did she do wrong? Why was she cursed? What did she do wrong? Was it only the fact that she was born? They couldn't even offer her death as a mercy. As she sobbed, she closed her eyes.

"Every night I dream you're still here... The ghost by my side, so perfectly clear~..."

She sang quietly to the tombs. She recalls times when she was alone and had a dream that they were close to her.

"When I awake, you'll disappear... Back to the shadows! With all, I hold dear... With all I hold, dear..."

Wynter encourages her, Aerwyna teaches her social tips, Delmare uses her as a model, Tethys' words of encouragement as they prepare her favorite meal, Calder teaches her how to use her rapier more effectively, Aegir scolds her as he heals her after a mission, and Conway assisted her in performing when she needed it... But then that memory ends as she thinks back to that stormy night.

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"I dream you're still here (every night I dream you're still, every night)... I dream you're still here...."

She was quietly writing the fictional stories of the Sea's Song. She made them brave and strong; she would dream they were there. That they're alive and looking for her.

"Ever slightly out of reach! I dream you're still here..."

Hydrangea's hands tremble as she begins to tear up more. She closes her eyes as she gets back to her dream realm.

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"But it breaks so easily!"

She was dreaming of the Sea's Song. She was out in the middle of the night. That dreadful night so long ago. She attempted to change the story by reaching out to the organization. She trembles as she watches the group battle. She was in severe need… So despondent. She wept and called, pleading with someone, anything, to save them.

But nobody came.

"I try to protect you-! I can't let you fade!"

Hydrangea makes an attempt to stop Aegir. She tries to protect them from harm. She tries, she really tries, but it's too late. She noticed the blood as she felt the ground sink. She was powerless to act. She takes Delmare's hand in hers. A solitary change in this night's story. Delmare was attempting to assist her. Hydrangea was trembling, quivering, and closing her eyes.

"I feel you slipping-!"

When Hydrangea imagines Delmare's voice, her eyes expand, but she only sees her friend smile for a split second. She bursts into tears. This was still a nightmare. It wasn't real. Why?

Why?!

Why wasn't it real?! What did she do wrong? What did they do wrong?

"I feel you slipping away-!"

As her hand's slide, Hydrangea calls back to Delmare. As she approaches the ocean, she notices the ship fading into the darkness. She was back in the chilly water, barely holding on, but what was the point?

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"Every night I dream you're still here... The ghost by my side, so perfectly clear!"

Hydrangea awakens in an instant. She was the only one in her inn room. She started shaking, trembling, and then sobbing. She sobbed at the top of her lungs. She covered her face with her legs and sobbed. Her sobs were shaking her very soul.

"When I awake, you'll disappear! Back to the shadows... With all I hold dear! With all I hold, dear..."

She could feel the soothing touch of her friends, but what used to comfort her now disturbed her even more. It was freezing and unreal. She was aware it wasn't genuine, but she was desperate. Wishing, hoping, and dreaming, it was all true.

But it wasn't.

"I dream you're still here (I dream you're still here)! I dream you're still here (every night I dream you're still)! (Every night I dream you're still here)."

She was dreaming, it was never real. It's gone, they're gone. She needs to accept it.

"I dream you're still here (every night I dream you're still)! (Every night I dream you're still here)... Ever slightly out of reach (I dream you're still here)."

She had no home to return to. No family to reach out to. No one. Nothing. She had no one left.

Not a single person.

She was alone. Again.

"(Every night I dream you're still). (Every night I dream you're still here)!"

"I just want to go home." She sighs and pulls her legs closer to her chest. She shuts her eyes. Her stories, her exploits, everything were spread out on the bed…

"But it breaks so easily."

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@kioko-noodles / @kiokodoodles @miscneilleaneous @und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut @buff-borf-bork @underfell-crystal @rainbowut @hearty-dose-of-ranch @fruitsnackart

[funny-passerine]

[She said "It just feels inhumane to lose this much"]

(ramblings under the cut !)

Aah, Aïcha and Jean, my beloved... So yeah, those are their names ! They're my original characters, they're best friends, and they've lost one another. Death does that to someone... But what happens to the one still living ? They're both very dear to me, their bond is really interesting to explore. Did you know that Jean saw Aïcha as a sun, a star, when they were kids ? Did you know he used to cheer her on during her basketball matches ? Did you know that Aïcha considers Jean as her metaphorical legs, as the one keeping her moving forwards ?

What happens when Jean loses his light ?

What happens when Aïcha can't seem to walk anymore ?

[silverwings22]

10/28: Whisper

- There had been no other option. Tech had calculated the odds, and Shiani had made the sacrifice with him. Plan 99 was the only way their family survived. But on the endless seeming descent, there was time for a last goodbye as they clung to each other. Before the end came without a scream, but a whisper.

[daincrediblegg]

Fuck it. Lady Terror Tits Thursday

[arikihalloween]

New AU thingy

I never do crossover AUs ( i mean, when the characters fill the roles of the characters of a serie or film, I don't like that generally but meh I'm making an exception today)

But Secret of Kells has me on a chokehold and I'm brainrotting so have some doodles !

I've got nothing much for this AU it'll be mostly designs or style experimentations with the WH characters

Here we have : Wally as Brendan, Home as Abbot Cellach, Julie as Aisling, and Nyxie as the cat

I'll assign more roles eventually

If you've never heard of this film before, I beg of you to give it a watch

It's in full on YouTube, but if you can find a way to watch it in a way that support the studio making those films, please do ! This film, as well as the others ( Song of the Sea, Breadwinner, Wolfwalkers ) are so so beautifully animated and written

Rn I'm just having fun doodling in colors

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Ik new WH AUs aren't that interesting anymore so for your troubles have a doodle of my lil SunEmbrodery ship (not canon to wttmv because doomed by plot (who doesn't like doomed yuri/j))