Spooktober 2022

Spooky scary skeletons send shivers down my spine... It's october YOU CAN'T MAKE ME SHU...

— Catoblepon, who's flatmates may be tired of Spooky Scary Skeletons (if they appeared home)

IT IS SPOOKY SEASON AND I'M ALL UP FOR THAT HEEEEELLLL YEAH

Anyway, here's Wonderwall my general Spooktober article where you can find my stuff. Hope you have a terrifying month! Btw, this article layout will be constatnly updating till I finish the prompts.

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Prompts

Read at your own risk! Some might be disturbing, it's spooky month, I don't know what you expected. And most of them will be used on Daeliha, my dark fantasy world, so don't expect too much happiness around. There's also a bunch of despair, and like pain.

Rectangular leaning mirror with brass-colored frame by Luis Villasmil

Portrait, Vanish, Curse and Whisper

There are stories about a portrait showing over 20 people believed to be cursed by a siren.

The portrait is centered on a siren who has her bottom half of her body covered with a dress, you can only recognize her species by her ears, her eyes, and her half-covered gills. Surrounding her, there are about 20 different people from all ages, genders, and species, with surprised, scared or pained faces. All the people surrounding her are drawn as if they tried to touch her but stopped midway.

Rumors talk about how some painter wanted to draw a siren and paid some sailors to kidnap one and bring her to him. The siren was then chained and covered in clothes, in the position that the paintor wanted for his work. The siren, being out of water and covered in clothes, was in constant pain and too dry, it was a torture. She started cursing everyone in the room, everyone that took her there, and her portrait.

It is unknown how people find it or how it moves around, but each time it is seen, it features a new person drawn next to the siren. There are claims that whispers of laments can be heard once one is too near the portrait. People crying, asking for help, and cursing are the most commonly heard whispers, most of them cut halfway a sentence, as if they never finished it.

Some of the people drawn in the portrait are recognized by their families and friends. The victim said to have found or bought a new painting, claiming that they felt an urge of having it. After that, these people have never been seen again, but have appeared drawn on the painting. In the houses of the victims there was no sign of the vanished or the painting.

— Siren's lament (Daeliha probably)

Abandoned and Darkness

WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?

I come here, I kill these people without even QUESTIONING IT because you asked for this. And what I get? My eyes are scarred, I can't see, and you left me here, bleeding. You abandoned me after all I did for you! How could I even think you'll keep your word? You abandoned your daughter, of course you would abandon me, I'm just another tool for your nonsense planning.

And now I can't see. Everything is darkness. You were supposed to be helping me in the fight, but you left me in the darkness and now that's all I can see. I feel my arms dripping blood, my eyes crying blood, I can't see but I know I am surrounded by the corpses of these people you wanted dead. Please, heal my eyes, I can't see anything, but you are a GOD, you should be able to heal me. I don't like the darkness...

— Kin'rah Shanan, screaming alone in the middle of the forest, surrounded by corpses (Daeliha)

HD photo by Pawel Czerwin

Thorn and enchant

Woman resting her chin on her right hand by Melissa Westbrook

When I heard about the enchantment on this crown I couldn't believe it. This is all I needed! A crown that allows you to grow flora at will? I had to get it! Of course I heard the rumours, stories, and myths about the crown, but my beloved daughter last desire was to be buried in a forest and Mother Nature decided to kill her while in the middle of a desert, leaving nothing left of her body.

I thought that using the crown with a pure wish wouldn't make it do what all the tales say, but I wasn't even half way done once I started feeling its thorns claw into my head. I took the crown off and nothing was there, no thorn in my head. I kept using it tho. I MUST finish this forest, it the only thing my baby asked me, and thus I kept on growing flora even if the thorns clawing into my head gave me inmense pain. I'll just finish this forest and leave the crown in here... LET ME FINISH THIS FOREST, please...

— Words of a man, who's life was saved from the Overgrown crown by some Wyverns (Daeliha)

Hunt and DROWN

You know, when you are a siren and people condemn you to die by drowning, it almost feels like a joke, like, come on, I live in water, I have gills, I'm not going to drown. But here I am, chained to an anvil, at the bottom of the sea, and I must say, this is boring. But something else is in here, and I do not like that

It took a while to break the chains, damned humans do know how to make them resistent, and as I start swimming away, I can feel that thing way too close. I can't see it, and its not cuz its dark, I have a great darkvision if I must say, and that creeps me more. I can feel it close, very close, I can feel its breath on the tip of my tail's fins, and yet, nothing is there. I can swim as fast as I can, I can use magic to swim faster, but that thing is still there, at an arm reach from me yet still nothing can be seen there. I feel like I keep swimming for hours, not being caught, but not leaving it behind. My my... I haven't been this scared ever.

At some point, a monstruous figure appeared in front my path. I could have swear nothing was there a second before, but I then stopped feeling hunted, I felt caught. The water around my face and gills started feeling weird, like it wasn't water. It become denser and denser and... I started drowing? I claw my neck, trying to get it free from whatever liquid surrounded it, I used all my magic to move water around, trying to make it reach my gills, moving the strange liquid away my neck. I could feel my lungs collapsing, air not reaching my body. I keep gasping for air, water, WHATEVER, I try to swim away but my body isn'r reacting, only convulsing for the lack of air.Please... someone... help...

— Verti the siren

Person dived on body of water by Zen Maldives

Mirror, Broken, Shadow, and Possess

Woman in black long sleeve shirt by Dekler Ph

I would always look at a mirror once I started feeling down. Looking at a mirror I felt I could see the real me, no lies. Of course, many people told me that it was stupid, you can get lied by a mirror a lot, but it just felt right, and it helped me knowing what exactly was the shadow doing. And most important, it made me remember I am not broken as people said.

"Don't touch anything, you'll break it like always" they say, "I refuse to fix you again, you'll be broken once more in a day or less" says the mage of the town. I am not broken! It's not my fault that things break after I touch them, it's the shadow, I swear! But they don't trust me anymore and yet here I am, touching this mirror once again, never breaking this mirror. How much long can I deal with them tho? I am so tired...

The shadow today seems more happy, excited, don't know why but it scares me. Its moving around all the room, even crossing the rays of sunlight that enter throught the window, it smiles at me. It embraces me, its touch cold and humid. "I think it's time" the shadow talks, I've never heard it talking. It pushes my hand towards the mirror one more time, but my hand doesn't stop at the mirror and starts to... enter it? I try to fight back, but the shadow is too strong and ends pushing me all throught the mirror. As I take a look back to where I was, I see my body moving on its own, waving my hand at me, no shadow to be seen nearby. I start to understand what happened when my body stands up and leaves the room. Is it even my body anymore?

I approach to where my body was sitting before, believing I would find an invisible wall stopping me and ready to try to smash it down, but nothing stops me. I once more stand where my body was, but I feel lighter, the room seems colder, and as I look whatever would be my hands, I only see shadow. The mirror in the room only reflects a shadow. I scream and punch the mirror. If the shadow thinks it can steal my life, I'm gonna make it hell until it gives or I can steal my body back.

Unquiet and echo

"You know... I always thought a tomb would be quiet..."

"What do you mean? It is quiet in the cave, no one other than us are making sound."

"THEN WHY..." they cry and scream "WHY DO I HEAR THEM? The soldiers screaming in pain, the fire consuming wood, my UNHATCHED CHILD CRYING, tell me why I hear them then... How do you explain the echoes of the dead soldiers crying for mercy resounding in this walls? Its been years since they died. And my child... their heart softly beating under the screams of agony, echoing from everywhere and yet nowhere... Everyone is so much louder since I lost sight, I can't deal with it anymore..."

"Kin... I'm so sorry... I should have been with you, you shouldn't be the only one with this burden."

— Kin'rah Shanan and Leviaat Krat, visiting their kid's tomb. (Daeliha)

Photograph of a person facing opposite in smoky spotlight by Mads Schmidt Rasmussen

Femme Portrait Brisé

Shatter

I quickly cast a protection spell, but I am tired and my oponent knows it. My spell is destroyed the moment it enters in contact with their spell. I feel it shatter, like glass, I feel how its shattered pieces turn back to me and sink into my defendless skin. Betrayed by my own spell, I scream, it hurts like it never did, and both of us know what happens. My oponent leaves me, it is despicable to hurt even more someone cursed by their own magic.

The dragons call it Sig'sith, I have surpassed my magic abilities too much and thus, I am condemned to remain as a husk. I feel how my abjuration magic is revolting, shattering my body rather than protecting it. My body feels like glass, I am scared of moving ever so slightly, scared of shattering my body into pieces.

I should have listened to my teacher when I first felt the shattering, and now here I am, condemned to stay still until I die.

— A victim of Glass Sig'sith (Daeliha)

There's a rumour that said that a god's tear will heal whatever, you know? It's probably one of the oldest rumours because it started when one of the gods of this world lived with the creatures he created and healed illness cuz he couldn't bear that his creations were hurting. I don't know what made it say it was a tear that healed it all, but rumours be rumours, right?

These people really believed in this rumour when they locked me in this dark room. I don't really know how long I've been locked up in here, but in the end, what is time for an immortal being like me? They've tried to get a tear out of me for a long time... or has it been just a couple of hours? And I gotta say, yes, god's tears have magical propieties, but only those that the god desires when they cry it, and I am pissed and bored from being in here. I ended up gaving a tear, it's just... whoever will drink it, I'm afraid they won't get heal, but they will be very very angry.

— ??? (Daeliha)

Lock, and Tear

Macro shot of water drop by Mayank Dhanawade