The Blackveil Manuscript

You have stepped from the streetlamps into my parlor, drawn by the scent of rain on old stone and secrets left unswept. Here, in this archive, the velvet shadows gather. My name is Mika Blackveil. I keep watch where Southern nights and gaslit silence cross with English fog and the hush of crumbling lace. These pages hold stories that do not ask forgiveness. Every tale is a prayer spoken with wine-stained lips, a confession pressed into the spine of an old book, a hunger that will not be starved. You will find desire here, twined with ruin and elegance, and you may sense the pulse of something wicked beneath every word. I offer no stage for debate, nor candle for critics to huddle beneath. This parlor is not a place for idle company or public judgment. The work remains untouched by other hands, kept behind the veil until you choose to part it and look. You may stay as long as the music suits you. If you wish to know what poisons and devotions wait in each room, the Trigger List is open for the reading.

[blackveilmanuscript]

You did not arrive here by accident.

The Blackveil Manuscript opens into a world of gothic horror and occult longing, shaped by Victorian and Edwardian shadow, Southern heat, and the old magic that clings to New Orleans brick and bone. These pages are steeped in candle smoke and low music, in confession and consequence, in the ache of beauty that knows its cost.

I am Mika Blackveil. What is kept here is written as secrets are shared after midnight, when the room is quiet and the truth feels closer than names. Desire, obsession, devotion, and ruin are not kept apart. They are allowed to touch, to breathe, to leave marks.

Some figures wear familiar faces, borrowed only to guide the imagination. Others remain unbound by likeness and exist entirely in shadow. All are shaped by atmosphere and instinct, by what the story demands rather than what is asked of it. This archive follows its own hungers.

If you wish to begin, the Verses offer glimpses of stories waiting to be born. The Characters section holds those already claimed by ink and memory. The Apocrypha of the Veil gathers lore, marginalia, and truths that reveal themselves slowly, if at all.

Read as you will. Take what calls to you. Leave the rest in the dark.

[blackveilmanuscript]

@hauntedxwritings

Mika stayed knelt on the roof, watching as the infected filed in and out of the same townhouse. It had been going on for the last several days and it was starting to freak her out. They shouldn't be moving like that, let alone acting like that. When the woman in the bright red dress that was stained and torn filed in. Mika shifted to try and get a better look inside.

[blackveilmanuscript]

"Go ahead and do that." He said, watching her. "You seem particularly worried about these labs. Is there something I should know about this patient?" Robbie cocked his head slightly, twisting slightly in his chair.

[drmckayera]

"No just stressed out, almost to my breaking point and I don't know if I want to punch a wall or scream out in anger." She looked at him. "But other than that, it's fine."

[blackveilmanuscript]

Robbie looked her over before he stood and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Walk with me.” He said, nodding toward the elevator. “I know the perfect place.”

[blackveilmanuscript]

"Since the moment I walked in." He said with a sigh. "How long have we been waiting for those labs?" Robby looked at the tablet for a moment before looking up at her.

[drmckayera]

"About an hour, I could send someone up to look into them." She took a deep breath focusing on the job at hand, finding those missing labs.

[blackveilmanuscript]

"Go ahead and do that." He said, watching her. "You seem particularly worried about these labs. Is there something I should know about this patient?" Robbie cocked his head slightly, twisting slightly in his chair.

[blackveilmanuscript]

“Hm? Oh yeah.” Robby said, rubbing at the bridge of nose and putting his glasses on. “What’s up, McKay?”

[drmckayera]

"Patient in S15 is being sent home. And we are still waiting on the labs on the patient in S20" She looked at Robby. "You good there Robby?" She stuck her hands in her pockets, trying to read him, the way he pushed his glasses up. "Still wishing you hadn't waited so late to go on your trip?"

[blackveilmanuscript]

"Since the moment I walked in." He said with a sigh. "How long have we been waiting for those labs?" Robby looked at the tablet for a moment before looking up at her.

[drmckayera]

for @blackveilmanuscript

Dr. McKay went to confer on a case with her fellow Dr. Robby. Standing next to him she carried on about the case for a few moments before speaking. "Dr. Robby, are you with us there?" She tried to catch onto the momentary vibe, with the ER in disarray she had been pulled to trauma from triage.

[blackveilmanuscript]

“Hm? Oh yeah.” Robby said, rubbing at the bridge of nose and putting his glasses on. “What’s up, McKay?”

[blackveilmanuscript]

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[spideysources]

✎ vampire inspired action prompts. feel free to reverse if necessary.

bloody: for your muse to find my muse covered in blood. 

feed: for my muse to offer up their neck/wrist for your muse to feed from. 

bloodlust: for my muse to attack your muse to drink from them. 

intimacy: in a heated moment, my muse bites your muse's neck. 

injured: your muse finds my muse injured after a vampire hunter finds them.

turned: my muse turns your muse into a vampire. 

sunlight: my muse accidentally steps into sunlight and your muse finds them. 

coffin: your muse and mine share a coffin together. 

reveal: your muse reveals to my muse that they are a vampire.  

caught: your muse catches my muse feeding from an animal or person.

realise: your muse realises my muse is a vampire.

beg: your muse begs my muse to turn them into a vampire.

hunted: my muse is a vampire and your muse is a vampire hunter who's after them.

entranced: my muse hypnotises your muse to forget they learned they are a vampire.

threaten: your muse threatens to stake / toss my muse into the sunlight.

bat: my muse gets stuck in their bat form and your muse has to babysit them (whether they know it's your muse or not.)

hurt: your vampire muse finds my human muse after they've been injured in some way and notices their blood.

dress up: your muse helps my muse get ready by doing their hair/makeup since they cannot see themselves in the mirror.

messy: your muse catches my muse cleaning up after a kill.

washing: your muse helps my muse wash the blood from their clothes after a messy kill.

confuse: my muse tells your muse their true age / details about the life they've lived purely to confuse them.

kiss: my muse's fangs accidentally cut your muse's lip while they're making out.

noticed: my muse notices your muse's fangs. 

prey: my muse is out hunting for blood and they come across your human muse.

[lectiophileee]

[shakespearesdaughters]

something blue

[lovesdaya]

@lovesdaya

[marcuscrassus]

Georges Merle - The Sorceress (1887)

[moxrglory]

“poetry is what happens when your mind stops working and for a moment, all you do is feel” - Atticus

[temptressbatz-deactivated202603]