#wraith imagine

[aquapede]

was really inspired by @sillypikmin's wraith captains au...made my own takes on olimar and louie wraiths 👍

[coldranger]

So princess fusions am I right?

[yaekiss]

its monsterfucking hours again. maybe ive just been watching too many minecraft horror mods but i need an eldritch being of mass destruction obsessed with me right now sigh. -🪻

𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 ��𝑳𝑫

꩜ Room Content: GN! Researcher! Reader x Yandere! Ivory Wraith, no gendered terms for reader, mild horror(?), lmk if I missed out anything! ꩜ A/N: omg minecraft horror mod videos... is it by any chance The Obsessed? Hmmm honestly any character could have eldritch potential if you try hard enough. Tried out a new way of writing for this one, lmk if it's effective for this fic! ꩜ Spin this wheel and submit a prompt + character for a quick blurb!

Experiment 3LD, helmed by the renowned Dr. ▇▇▇▇▇. The experiment will be conducted over a period of 44 days. See below for the assistant researcher's compiled voice notes:

1VRY.

Day 4, 10.03am - Otherwise known as the Ivory Wraith, we have managed to contain it within a temporary holding cell for the time being. A more advanced enclosure facility is currently being built for it. Although we are still unsure of exactly its abilities work, a strict rule of no mirrors within a set radius has been implemented.

Day 13, 12.45pm - Monitoring the experiment subject proves to be challenging. Its behavior seems to vary wildly from staying abnormally still, akin to a statue carved from pure ivory, to clawing at its neck and stalking to and fro frantically in its cell. The sight is wildly unsettling resulting in all of the other researchers vacating the observation room.

Day 21, 4.38pm - It seems that we have managed to procure a relic related to the experiment subject. It is an ivory necklace, inset with deep blue jewels. The Ivory Wraith seems to have the ability to sense whenever someone is in contact with the relic, where as soon as one of the other researchers touches a part of the necklace, it immediately appears in front of the observation glass, its expression terrible and haunting. Due to this, most of the other researchers have requested to leave the research team, leaving myself as the sole and resulting, assistant researcher.

Day 32, 6.20pm - 1VRY has appeared to have realised that the sole researcher left on behind the observation glass is myself. Strangely enough, its aggressive behavior has lessened, as long as no contact is made with the ivory necklace relic. Now, it usually spends its days hovering around the front of its cell where the glass is, its gaze never parting from my position. Occasionally, trills and whispers are heard from the otherwise quiet surroundings. Its larger, more fully equipped enclosure facility is finally done and attempts to transfer 1VRY will be made in the coming days when the team is fully prepared.

Day 40, 10.13pm - Preparations by the researcher team, consisting solely of myself, and the moving team are almost complete. 1VRY's behavior has reverted back to before, where it is erratic and volatile, prone to lashing out at the observational glass whenever my presence is requested elsewhere, resulting in scratches engraved into the glass. The whispers have also grown in frequency, although no one else has reported hearing anything. Additionally, the same behavior is observed when someone else other than myself is also in the observation room. This has made it difficult to efficiently prepare for its transfer but with consistent effort, we estimate that it could be done in about 4 days' time.

Day 42, 11.04pm - The moving team has just packed up and moved the ivory necklace relic to the new enclosure facility. This however, contradicts the earlier observations of how 1VRY reacts aggressively to the relic being touched by people other than myself. As of right now, it is still continuing its previous docile behavior of simply staring through the glass. Stranger yet, it seems to shift into something more unnatural between bleary blinks. Something smiling too wide with too many teeth, its usual blue eyes a vivid red, along with a swath of tentacles behind its form. However, unnatural does not necessary equate to threatening, perhaps this could be a sort of tempting and alluring another individual. Or it could just be a mirage ability it has? Note to self: Stop staying too late in the observational room...

Day 43, 11.49pm - Terrible miscommunication has occurred between myself and the moving team. It turns out that the ivory necklace was not moved by them. And yet, no one else has come into contact with the relic. 1VRY's transfer must be done immediately with how the certain preparations only allow us a limited timeframe of working with it. There is no choice but for me to search for the relic so that the transfer can go through in the next few hours. Despite the ongoing panic beyond the glass, 1VRY has taken on a sort of behavior that suggests attraction towards something in the observational room. There is no available time for myself to properly document its new state as of the current situation, and it does not help that the lights overhead have been flickering. [Faint static can be heard before the voice note ends.]

Day 44, 12.11am - [The voice note is interspersed with bouts of static, making it hard to decipher at some parts.] I... I don't understand. Why is the ivory necklace in my ▇ab coat pocket? I haven't touched the relic since the contact tests c▇nduct▇d on it on Day 22. This makes no s▇nse. [Sounds of shuffling, presumably the researcher moving.] 1VRY...?

Day 44, 12.29am - [Alarms blare overhead. The static grows worse.] Thi▇ is terrible. The lights in th▇ holdin▇ cell have g▇ne out, altho▇gh it remains o▇ in here. There shou▇ be a flashl▇ght here somewhere. [Sounds of shuffling, then a click, presumably the flashlight turning on.] F▇ck f▇ck f▇ck f▇ck. Where is it? [A chilling laugh is heard, followed by a low trill before the voice note cuts out abruptly.]

Day 44, 12.44am - [The voice note is eerily quiet, no alarms or commotion in the background. The voice speaking is new.] Presented as gift, there is no thief. Drown with me. Forever.

Additional information:

Dr. ▇▇▇▇▇ has put out an order for this experimental failure to be kept under wraps. Not a single soul outside of the organisation can learn of this. Although, there have been rumors swirling of a mysterious file on their desk. [3LD - "Assistant Researcher"]

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[gifti3]

[softmangoes]

my favorite ivory wraith headcanon that i have is that after every time it lures you to its lair during each blood moon, it slips a piece of lake glass into your palm. they're small, frosted by the tide, and they feel so nice when your fingertips smooth over them. the wraith cannot touch you once the dawn breaks the sky, but they're so lovely when the morning light hits them. they're like gems, like something precious, like droplets suspended in time.

in the end, they are nothing else but a memento: a simple reminder that your dreams of its adoration were never dreams to begin with.

[meiplays]

“I Want Him. He’s Bigger.”

Drabble inspired by Supernatural Season 5, Episode 11

SAM WINCHESTER X OC (DEMON)

OC DESCRIPTION: Pink-haired, pink-eyed half-demon half-angel with black wings and a heart-shaped tail.

A/N: very random. Just wanted to add my oc into this scene 😭

A few days ago, I kissed Dean—soft, curious, but honestly, it didn’t quite hit the spot.

Now, right in front of him, I pressed my lips to Sam’s—slow, deliberate, electric.

Pulling back, I caught Dean’s stunned, open-mouthed stare and grinned wickedly.

“Never mind,” I purred, voice low and teasing, “I want him. He’s larger.”

Dean froze, completely flabbergasted—like someone punched a hole in his world.

I grabbed Sam’s hand, pink hair catching the light, horns sharp and gleaming, wings folding neatly behind me, halo glowing faintly.

Sam blinked, caught off guard but intrigued, as I tugged him away.

Dean was left standing there, dumbstruck and speechless.

“Better luck next time, big guy,” I whispered over my shoulder.

A few hours later...

Sam lay strapped to the hospital bed, wrists and ankles bound by thick leather restraints. His eyes darted around the sterile, cold room, searching for a way out.

The door creaked open, and she stepped inside—pink hair cascading wild, black horns arching back from her head, massive dark wings folding behind her like a shadowy cloak. Her pink eyes glowed softly as they locked onto Sam.

She moved closer, her breath warm as she leaned over him, nostrils flaring. Her tongue flicked out, dragging slowly along the tender skin of his neck, tasting the brain juice that pulsed beneath.

But instead of a hunger to consume, her eyes softened.

“I’m obsessed with you, Sam,” she whispered, voice like velvet mixed with fire. “But I won’t eat you.”

She traced a clawed finger down his chest possessively, a faint smile curling her lips.

Across the hospital, Dean groaned, slumped against the wall—still trapped in the drug haze that kept him useless, miles away from saving his brother.

She chuckled softly, dark and dangerous.

“Dean had his chance… but you’re mine.”

Her wings unfurled slightly, casting a shadow over Sam as she leaned closer, eyes glowing with possessive fire.

Dean’s head spun, every step heavy and sluggish. The silver knife felt foreign in his hand, but his instinct screamed at him — find Sam, save him, kill the wraith. His vision flickered through hospital corridors, sterile and endless.

Then, through the haze, he saw her — the pink-haired wraith, wings folded neatly behind her, black and glossy like a midnight shadow. Her heart-shaped tail twitched with quiet excitement. She knelt beside Sam, who was strapped to a bed, breathing but unable to move.

Her pink eyes glowed with fierce devotion as she traced a finger along Sam’s jaw. She bent low, licking his neck — but not to consume. Instead, she tasted the faint pulse of his life, the warmth of his skin, eyes gleaming with obsession, not hunger.

“I’m obsessed with you, Sam,” she whispered, voice soft and possessive. “I don’t want to eat you. You’re mine.”

Dean stumbled forward, silver blade raised, every muscle screaming with pain and urgency. “Sam!” His voice cracked, desperate.

The pink-haired wraith glanced up, a mischievous smirk curling her lips. “Dean,” she said with a playful tilt of her head, “you were fun... but never mind. I want him. He’s larger.”

Before Dean could react, the original nurse-wraith from before — the one who kissed him days ago — materialized, eyes blazing with fury and hunger.

“You’ll belong to me, Winchester,” the nurse hissed, lunging toward Sam.

But your OC was faster, throwing herself between them. Black wings flared wide, claws sparking with silver light.

“No,” she snapped. “He’s mine to protect.”

Dean’s heart pounded as he moved forward, blade shaking. The drugs dulled his senses, but he knew what had to be done. “I’ll kill you,” he said, voice ragged.

Sam’s voice was frantic, struggling to make the others understand. “Dean! Wait! She’s different — she’s not like her! She’s... protecting me.”

Dean froze, conflicted as the two wraiths circled, snarling and fighting. Your OC’s obsession for Sam made her reckless, but her devotion made her powerful — refusing to hurt him.

With a swift move, Dean drove his silver blade into the nurse-wraith’s heart. She screamed, dissolving into mist and fading away.

The hospital grew quiet.

Your OC pressed a gentle kiss to Sam’s forehead. “I’m yours,” she murmured, tail curling protectively around his leg. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Sam smiled weakly, still catching his breath. “I guess I’m stuck with you.”

Dean lowered his blade, exhaustion washing over him. “Let’s get out of this nightmare.”

As they moved through the halls, Dean glanced once more at your OC — strange, dangerous, but somehow the only one standing between Sam and death.

[shuuen-no-cimory]

Taking some breaks from my works by sketched this concept. I miss drawing PJM x DoL IVORY WRAITH E.G.O. "The Forlorn" HE (Gloom) - Sydney WAW (Wrath) - Kylar EDIT: FOUND MY OLD NOTE ABOUT THE EGO!!! So anyway, the EGO's name supposed to be "The Forlorn", but I forget so... yeah... lol.

About the EGO:

As an EGO, it has a special gimmick trait called "Blood Moon" Unique Sinking. It'll drain enemies SP by x each turns (for 3 turns)

[SYDNEY - THE FORLORN (Gloom)] For Sydney, the Forlorn gonna be HE with Blunt ST and "Blood Moon" trait. Will become AoE (Attack Weight 3) on Corrosion.

UT3 will gain Heal 3 ally's SP with the least SP, UT4 gonna give additional SP Drain from Blood Moon.

[KYLAR - THE FORLORN (Wrath)] For Kylar, the Forlorn will be WAW with Pierce Attack Weight 4. It'll have "Blood Moon" trait. Will become AoE with Attack Weight 6 on Corrosion.

UT3 will gain "Blood Moon - Haunting" which additionally inflict Bind x for 3 turn on the enemy.

UT4 will make "Blood Moon - Haunting" has additional affect on enemies with less than 0 SP, which give additional Bleed x for 3 bleed count.

[letolimarseehisfamily]

Completely normal castaway.

[the-moffman]

*Nurse blinks*

YOU'RE LISTENING TO

*Exit gate opening*

102.3

*Genorator pops*

REAL ENTITY FM

*Wraiths bell rings*

WHERE WE PLAY NOTHING BUT HOOK SCREAMS, HOOK SCREAMS, AND MORE HOOK SCREAMS

*Steve gets hooked and screams*

*Pallet falling*

THIS ISN'T YOUR OLD SPIDER GOD'S STATION...

*Hatch is closed*

*Radioactive - Imagine Dragons starts playing*

[embroidered-inkwells]

demons (imagine dragons)/ six of crows (leigh bardugo)/ crooked kingdom (leigh bardugo)

[tacticianmagician]

jin "rook" hawke mercar

my fenhawke baby rook! there's absolutely zero logic behind him and he only came into existence because i interpreted veilguard as him having the Worst day out with his uncle varric imaginable.

[eighth-heroine]

in the final stretch of spn! just finished 15.04 and oh my goddd dude. showing sam’s struggle with depression, him saying “sometimes it feels like i can’t breathe”, AND HIM SAYING “maybe i’ll feel better in the morning” ???????? it’s just so real. you can say what you will about s15 but sam’s mental health struggle was portrayed really well

[softmangoes]

*steps closer to the mic* okay but what if the ivory wraith had w-shaped pupils, like that of a cuttlefish. what if its skin shimmered, silver and opalescent, pulsating in rainbowlike fractals in anticipation to devour, to consume. what if while you swam in the lake, the water would echo with the sound of the wraith's hunger and its need to feed.

because finally, after all this time, it has found you.

[here-to-fangirll]

war of the rohirrim is awesome actually because going into it blind i laughed when the king one tapped that guy who i thought was going to be the villain and my friends and i joked about how insane that was only to be gobsmacked into silence (followed by extremely loud cheering) an hour later at That Scene because holy shit maybe the instant kill was a MERCY

[tapestryundone]

base princess: normal types

razor: steel types

adversary: fighting types

witch: grass types

nightmare: dark types

spectre: ghost types

tower: psychic types

damsel: fairy types

prisoner: rock types

beast: bug types??

stranger: ??? (flying types maybe...)

tsm gets anything she wants ever. shes above type-themed teams but poor type coverage across the moves. uses legendaries . grins

quiet: dragon types (lol)

hero: normal types

cheated: rock types

stubborn: fighting types

opportunist: bug types

paranoid: psychic types

cold: ice types (lol)

broken: poison types

smitten: fairy types?

skeptic: ground types

hunted: grass types

contrarian: flying types

tlq: still uses themed teams but alternates between them. AWFUL type coverage pkmn wise but somehow manages with different moves. uses the complimentary legendaries to tsm

the narrator: doesnt have a team. instead has like a single flying type or something. or a single mythical that he is working w that doesnt know how to feel abt what theyre enabling

[ndostairlyrium]

"He's the most intelligent creature I've ever met"

I've given my baby a baby. Again << I swear I'm a cat person

Quick research under the cut <3