* HEXEREI

dark souls oc / written by nero.

[necromantiques]

SOMETIMES I BEHEADED THEM  with  daggers,  with  poniards,  with  knives.  sometimes  I  suspended  them  in  my  room  from  a  pole  or  by  a  hook  and  chords  and  strangled  them.  and  when  they  were  LANGUISHING .  .  . I  committed  with  them  THE EVILS OF THE FLESH.   /   original  character  based  on  ‘the  black  knight’  gilles  de  rais.  real  historical  lore,  open  to  fictional  crossovers.  written  by  nero.  heavily  triggering.

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IIII neeeed tooooo redo this blog......

[90377]

aging gracefully by dagny

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@thisknightofcatarina    /    continued from x

❛ Oh,  shame,  that ❜    he says with a tinge of faux sympathy.     ❛ Though a common plight amongst these muddied waters.    I could be of some use to you ------ ❜    Could being the keyword there.    He smiles coolly,  fidgeting with his fingers as if itching for a timely reaction.    ❛ If by a way out you mean any way out at all then I’d be willing to assist.    However, ❜    his voice deepened,  losing an octave with natural fear.    It was though the mere thought alone echoed beyond their vicinity.    Vali shuddered.

          ❛ If it’s the wolf blood you seek .  .  . I’m afraid you are alone there.    Don’t worry,  wayfarer ------ most succumb to poison before then. ❜    And their husks turn to nothing more than ash and mould.    He’s smiling again,  unbothered by the notion.    Realisation of one’s mortality is always better when discussed in context of which does not involve himself.

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CONTINUED FROM   ( x )       /       @vulsoven​

         ❛ Oh,  you’re ------ ❜    One of them.    Riveting.    ❛ Your .  .  . armour.    It turns quite a few heads,  I’m sure. ❜       Hands folded neatly behind his back he takes one step away,  as to avoid imposing  ( that’s the impression anyway ),  though he may have already crossed that boundary by failing to avert his gaze elsewhere.    The two of them juxtaposed & head to toe in black stood out like a sore thumb against Windhelm’s snowy backdrop.    ❛ Forgive me,  I’ve an inquisitive propensity to stare. ❜

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MILADY :

Nothing further cements Sheila’s deep-seated discomfiture around children (and people who look like children) than when she has to feign interest when one starts giddily digging through their pockets (or satchel) to show her whatever dirty thing their grubby little hands undoubtedly scrounged up off the ground.

It’s probably a rock. Kids and their damn fascination with rocks.

Sheila’s expression remains neutral as he deposits the first gift into her palm.

“Oh, uh…” fuck. “Wow, it’s…”  a fucking rock!!! Goddamn it!!! “… what is it.”

The second thing he passes to her is a coin, which she can only assume is a reference to the one she adhered to the back of his hand with the magical power of industrial strength super-glue. Vaguely, she wonders if he still has it, whether affixed to his skin still, or tucked away somewhere for nostalgia and safe-keeping.

“Where did you get these.”

         He’s accustomed to her lack of enthusiasm,  and accepts curiosity as semi-approval which is more than one could hope for in a one-sided ‘friendship’ ------ if it could be thought of as such.    ❛ Scavenging the perimeters of the Keep.    What you have there is a prism stone;  its sheen will guide you should you find yourself lost.    Which you will.    And the other is just a little something to return a favour from what may be aeons ago in your mind.    To jog your memory ---- ❜     Brandishing the back of his palm the blessed handcoin is not present but instead kept safe in a designated special belongings compartment of Vali’s satchel.

❛ It’ll bestow fortune when especially necessary.    Well,  that’s the hope anyway.    You seem a woman who could do with plenty of additional luck ------ Finding yourself here once more must be .  .  . an inconvenience,  at the very least. ❜

[la-la-la-lines-deactivated20151]

You keep bringing this ‘illegal’ thing up as if it means something to me.

Ilona Andrews: Magic Shifts  (via vulsoven)

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even though I only have two short drafts, sorry for being slow lel.  I’ve been spending my time playing through dark souls iii ng+ and working on my abyss watchers painting.

[lordranandbeyond]

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MILADY :

“The lady you have reached is not in service at this time.” God, please no.

        Ahh the mirth,  ever astounding.    ❛ Don’t be impish.    I’ve a gift for you! ❜    Rifling through his satchel he wore a smile both genuine and vaguely sly,  suggesting the acquisition of said gift ------ or perhaps the anticipated reaction?     ❛ Here, ❜    presents a shimmering stone,  flat and smooth with no corners.    Next he reveals a coin of sorts;  Unimpressive in appearance but all objects have their specific uses.    He can’t help but feel proud of his once in a blue moon ‘generosity’.

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        ❛ Milady ------ ❜    time has since passed between then and now,  though his straw companion kept him preoccupied in times of idle loneliness.      /      @amortean

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tag dump #3.

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tag dump #2.

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tag dump #1.

[sashalice]

[cmfvs-blog]

You would be surprised of how heartless I can become.

( via cmfvs )

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DEPICTIONS  OF  VALI.   Top  three  are  my  paintings,   bottom  three  were  commissioned