CURSED BODIES.

CURRENT PROGRESS ─ first draft. GENRE ─ new adult, paranormal, mystery. POV ─ split pov between five characters, past tense, third person. WARNINGS ─ death, blood, murder, torture, arson, manipulation, violence, guns, homophobia, drugging, sexual assault, suicide/suicidal thoughts, mental and physical abuse, mentions of a past eating disorder, kidnapping, sexual scenes + more to be added.

SUMMARY.

the ashford brothers were at war, regardless of whether or not the eldest of the two knew of the fact. but when theodore ashford returned to london and witnessed the death of mayumi sakamoto at the hands of his own brother, it changed everything. no longer could theo stand at his brother’s side and not see the murderer that nathaniel ashford had become. theo couldn’t look at himself without thinking, without knowing that she was dead because of what he couldn’t do. he wanted to make it right to her, but in doing so, unwillingly stepping into london’s criminal underground where he’s faced with the city’s most notorious criminals. and where most would’ve run, theo found an opportunity in their presence, because if theo wanted to take down a criminal, the best way to do so was to work alongside london’s most infamous.

CHARACTERS.

theodore theo ashford / THE SPY ─ the one who would do anything to take his brother down, not caring if all that he kept buried would be exposed or if he couldn’t see it through to the end. elijah eli clarke / THE HITMAN ─ the one with lies dripping from his tongue that the line between what is truth and what isn’t continues to blur. even he doesn’t know the difference anymore. henry bohen / THE HACKER ─ the one who holds everyone’s secrets within his grasp that all would do anything they could in order to keep it hidden, but it means nothing in the end. dorothea bohen / THE SEDUCTRESS ─ the one who has every man in london at their knees for merely a glance at the beauty that she was and yet the one person she wanted was just out of reach. mayumi sakamoto / THE GHOST ─ the one who found herself in a early grave after promises of a better life had turned to poison right in front of her eyes and when she didn’t stay dead, revenge is all she desired.

LINKS.

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Unfinished concept for Gorrees story. The premise is he goes missing for 5 years but only 3 days pass in his time. Plays with fae-like magic systems.

I am better off not seeing how badly Tumblr messed the quality... Had this in my WIPs for a couple of months, I can now rest.

Some added headcanons under cut!

- The Byrgenwerth nickname comes from her occupation - to catch small weird creatures lurking all over Byrgenwerth, Woods and even upper layer of Dungeons when scholars are let there! They are offered for a vivarium, and sometimes exploration/experimenting. She has almost supernatural ability to catch even the most well-hidden ones, though most of them are certainly not bugs... Not anymore.

- Ended up as a Byrgenwerth scholar as she's been searching for a brother she never seen but knew existed since she was an orphan kid, and hints led somewhere in Yharnam.

- Remained naive, trustworthy and friendly to a fault through whole course of her life (and beyond). In my 'official' timeline Yurie has always been there to follow her like a shadow and protect her, however in alternative timeline I like to think of, Edgar takes that role instead.

- Found true enlightment when Micolash "disowned" her and cursed her for having even found him and "ruining everything"; feeling of having no family anymore paired with attempt to die by imbibing too much 'water' guaranteed audience with Kos. This gave doctors the hint that feeling of being orphaned is the best way to attract Great Ones, and orphaned kids provide the best kind of such despair!

- Micolash knew most of the Choir could never have guts to do what it really takes to break from the chains of this world and parted to form the institution on his own, but Rom chose to stay to try to save the 'doomed' group and help them to not stray too far from the right way since the real Great One behind Ebrietas is too incisidious.

- Known as an idiot God for both not realizing what huge power she possesse and for remaining a mutant Great One unable to be reborn because she can't let go of humanity completely. The latter Micolash hates her for.

- Children of Rom are product of Blood Dregs getting anywhere near Altar of Despair! You know, altar that revives Annalise if you put her flesh on it. But the cells within Blood Dregs do not have a mind to persist, so they can only be reborn by her as copies of her. Missing blessing of Kos though, so they are just spiders, without marine side.

sketch wip update: I removed the blade from blade so now he's a bladeless blade 😆

(I still have the stabby version, but I wanted to try this too. i'm going to end up with multiple versions. should I post one or 2 of them?)

got a little carried away planning out an artfight revenge and realized it was a friendly fire... gonna put this sketch on the back burner for now while i do others lolololol but i liked it a lot so im gonna post it for now. this exile (left) and revan (right) belong to star.v0yager on insta!

me shoving all the psychologically and body horror into a closet. I SWEAR it's a romance novel. (The door starts buckling the closet is overflowing) ITS A LOVE STORY

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It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the fact that Merlin wasn’t up yet.  

Half an hour ago, he might’ve still been able to convince himself it was because the boy had lain awake all night worrying.  But now he was starting to suspect Merlin’s worry may have been more founded than he was prepared to admit.  

He caught himself staring at the offending bedroom door once again and sighed deeply.  

In all honesty, Gaius was putting off going in to investigate lest it confirmed all.  For a little while, he’d tried to busy himself with his work – there was plenty of it, perhaps too much for him to do on his own – but that line of thinking had him remembering how Merlin might not be at his disposal today, and that brought him back to square one.

Gaius finally conceded that if Merlin had been right about today, then he couldn’t afford to waste any more time pretending nothing was wrong and rapped on the door.  

There was a soft grumble in reply and Gaius pushed his way inside.  Usually, the door would get wedged half open with one of Merlin’s shirts trapped between it and the floor, but it appeared that the boy had made a fair attempt at tidying up before he went to bed last night.  

Gaius was partly relieved that Merlin had been smart enough not to leave any of his secrets out in the open in the event he was right about today, but also partly miffed that it had taken believing such a thing was going to happen for him to finally use the wardrobe.

“Since when do you knock?” asked the boy in the bed, not yet fully awake.

“I always knock,” he replied, knowing this was the moment of truth.  He tentatively waited for his ward to reply, hoping he’d ask the time or how late for work he was.

“Gaius?”  And oh dear, that level of confusion was exactly what he’d been afraid of hearing.  “What are you doing in my chambers?” he asked.

“I think you mean, what are you doing in mine, Sire.”

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this is a body swap fic i had gathering dust in my drafts. i had so many good ideas for this, but alas, i am incapable of finishing anything

"I'll bring you pestilence and plague Into your house, into your bed Into your streams, into your streets I'll turn your rivers into blood I'll send a thunderstorm of hail and fire On every field, on every town I'll send the locusts on a wind Such as the world has never seen On every leaf, on every stalk"

[WIP] Have I mentioned that Raksha is 100% convinced that sending the literal Biblical plagues upon villages she deems "overtaken by sin" is the perfect way to make them repent (for their own good)? "It is only through suffering that we can atone, as Ilmater taught us. If they survive, they have repented"

Raphael sees this as quite the occasion - many people seek to survive, so making a deal with a devil seems little thing when your life is on the line. And he gets to enjoy his wife's powertrips.

The piece itself refers to 3 specific plagues - the first (turning water into blood), the seventh (the thunderstorm of hail and fire) and the ninth (the 3 days of darkness). She usually sends them "in order" from lighter to heavier (if needed).

Have a closeup. :D

In some Christian traditions, the act of blessing with two fingers held up (the index and middle fingers) is known as making the sign of the cross. It is a symbolic gesture used to invoke the blessing of the Holy Trinity (Father, Son, and Holy Spirit) upon the person or object being blessed. 

Also have this too

Blacktober - Week #1 set WIP

Medusa and Eshu

So, minor-ish spoiler for The Mundane Realm's setting...these characters are mediators between objectkind and humanity. Medusa is human and is concerned with human issues, while Eshu is a living cloak (though formerly human before his death) and is concerned with objectkind issues. From when the Inversion Even destroyed the Realms, Medusa and Eshu tried to ease tensions between the two groups, hoping their efforts saved the last small portions of humanity to survive in their new world. But, a thousand years before Gwuenevere's time, Flammagentius' death and the downfall of her kingdom made things very complicated between objectkind and humanity.

i'm gonna-

i'm gonna figure this painting shit out, dammit

Not me suddenly creating an AU in my head about Altan and Lera being broken puppets in a magical shop owned by a wizard named... Sergey, of course. They try to repair each other in secret and find surprising comfort in one another. 

TAG GAME / heads up, seven up.

thank you @isherwoodj for the tag!

“Come on,” [Mayumi] said, moving once more. “He’s gone a bit overboard.”

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

Stepping into what Henry would call Theo’s study, he quickly found out. Stacks on stacks of papers created towers on his desk and the printer that sat on top of its own little table in the corner of the room was continuing to print off more. Theo sat at the desk, hunched over with round framed glasses perched atop his nose and were in the process of slowly falling down. His hair was unruly, curls hanging down wild and untamed, the complete opposite from how they were the night before.

With a pen tucked behind his ear, highlighter cap wedged between his teeth as he highlighted whatever information that he deemed important enough to keep track of. And as he was doing so, a fluffy black cat sat next to him, head moving with every stroke of the highlighter.

The sight made Henry wonder if this was a common occurrence.

“I see what you mean,” Henry commented.

tagging (no pressure!): @emelkae @revenantlore @rhikasa + anyone else who wishes to take part!

this is what im doing w my blorbo

i want to do 10 things at once but my body says lie down and pass the fuck out.

I can’t stop drawing Kars 😭😭