HeartArtemisHunter

nøkken- shape-shifting water spirits also known as neck, nokk, nix, nixy, or nixe, originating from Germanic folklore. Known to drown and eat victims, bring sorrow. Often dressed in rags or in fine clothing. Beautiful and alluring, they play music as if they had invented the instruments themselves.WARNINGS: This story will be dark. It will talk about death, depression, homophobia, anxiety, self-harm, suicide, and murder. Please be careful while reading.Emerson, Remington, and Sebastian are not human. They are spirits known as nøkken. Emerson was probably the most human of them all considering he could remember what it was like after all... being human before he was drowned. But he played his part of being a grateful musician, though he really was. But his nature of being nøkken was to be forever heartbroken and cursed. After all... that's how the legends go, cursed souls with a talent for music. That is all he and his brothers were. Though his brothers tended to enjoy the darker side of their nature a bit more than he did.Art was another gift of his and he craved peace and quiet, unlike his brothers. On one break from touring he avoided interviews and was led to a library to do his art. Instead of a plain library, he found a wild library full of plants and a fountain. The silence there was exactly what he needed.Though he hadn't banked on the cute boy who cared for the wild library's plants who was so full of life, love and compassion... all the things Emerson had once been.…

HeartArtemisHunter

Artemis was trying to move past their most recent heartache, and moving home. Somewhere they never wanted to be again, but here they were in an old familiar bedroom that somehow didn't feel at all like home. At least they have music to help. And maybe something more in time.Cover drawn by me…

HeartArtemisHunter

This is going to be more of a series of stories involving humans and old gods of the wilds. I'm willing to take story suggestions for them but for the most part this is going to be writing exercise for me. I'll probably end up basing the old gods off of musicians who will be added to the tags as I go. Heavily inspired by the tumblr blog dateaforestgod.I hope you find this amusing as I go and maybe sooner or later an actual story may come from this.…

HeartArtemisHunter

In a world where your soulmates' drawings show up on your own skin for as long as they aren't washed off, Dominic Harrison has spent most of his life being misunderstood and lost in his own mind trying to express himself. It wasn't until one night he woke up to feeling a felt tip marker on his skin that he felt he found someone who understood. On sleepless nights he felt the marker drawing flowers everywhere. Unique roses and vines crawling up from between his toes all the way up to his hips. It started when he was thirteen and it stopped bit by bit when he was sixteen.After his second album though there was the feeling again, a simple little broken black heart and pink rose.…

HeartArtemisHunter

In high school Nate was much more popular than Morgan, who had a crush on him. She often tried to flirt with him but he never seemed to get the chance to talk to her, maybe he just hadn't made the time. Then he moved. Morgan couldn't help but wonder if she wasn't his type or if he was gay. Her friends convinced her he was gay, but she wished she knew for sure.Despite Nate's bravado, his closest friend knew he was horrible around girls. Especially around girls he liked. He'd simply gape at them like a fish and be unable to speak. Morgan always took his breath away. So his friend, Hunter, always came up with an excuse to save him from the situations.When Morgan was older, she found Nate again. Except this time he wasn't being dragged off. And it's Nate's chance to talk to the girl he fell in love with.[Note: I am not Nate or Morgan, this is a work of fiction, and it is loosely based on their actual relationship.]…