ᝰ high reeve .ᐟ

𐔌 . ⋮ we said 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨, didn't we .ᐣ ֹ ₊ ꒱

[necromised]

❝   I   should   have   known   –   the   moment   I   looked   into   your   eyes,   I   should   have   known   I   would   never   win   against   you.   ❞

NECROMISED  —  a  highly  selective  and  low  activity  portrayal  of  KAINE  FERRON  from  ALCHEMISED  by  SENLINYU.  MDNI  .ᐟ.ᐟ   mutually  exclusive  and  multi-ship  friendly.  please  read  trigger  and  general  warnings  before  interacting.

I.  PERMANENT  STARTER  CALL  II.  CARRD  III.  CREDITS

[angelwithakn1fe]

[8nin]

sometimes u gotta be like “ okay ” & leave that shit alone

[insuvi]

𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯

[theoptia]

Simone de Beauvoir, from The Woman Destroyed; "The Age of Discretion"

Text ID: My head was heavy: I was deathly sad. I could not remember my dreams. I had sunk down into black depths-liquid and stifling,

[mvdso2]

Mvdso

[cybermanes-deactivated20251227]

wow babe you’re really good at staying up incredibly late and barely sleeping every night

[incorrectfantasyquotes]

Kaine: stop accusing me of hedonism and moral decadence I am not even having a good time

[darinsa]

[perfectquote]

“A little rain is nothing compared to the storm I grew up in.”

— Mandy K., Constellation of Sadness

[necromised]

' you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. '

The  dead  end  stretching  out  before  him  was,  in  many  ways,  a  metaphor  for  his  life.  His  hatred  of  the  corrupt  regime  of  his  homeland  had  once  been  the  reason  his  life  had  gone  so  completely  off  the  rails.  His  talent  for  cold-bloodedness,  strategy  and  manipulation  was  the  reason  his  career  had  taken  off  so  quickly  —  only  in  the  wrong  direction.  The  only  way  out:  fleeing  back  into  his  old  life,  forward  into  worlds  unknown  to  him,  constantly  pursued  by  the  shadows  of  his  past  as  the  final  reminder  of  the  crimes  he  had  committed  in  the  name  of  the  war  between  good  and  evil.  The  backdrop:  footsteps  on  asphalt.  Kaine’s  heart,  on  the  one  hand  weary  of  life,  on  the  other  beating  so  desperately  fast  that  the  sound  almost  drowned  out  everything  around  him.  Darkness,  the  kind  that  shrouded  the  side  streets  in  a  veil  of  uncertainty  and  danger  and  his  pursuers,  hidden  within  that  very  darkness,  their  identity  nothing  more  than  a  sinister  assumption  on  his  part.

The  last  remnants  of  his  magic  —  his  resonance  —  vibrated  faintly  in  the  air  around  him.  Whatever  world  he  had  ended  up  in,  he  had  strayed  so  far  from  the  source  of  his  powers  that  gathering  enough  energy  for  another  jump  between  worlds  required  an  immense  effort  of  strength  and  concentration.  From  that  strain  and  the  exhaustion  of  the  past  few  days  came  the  carelessness  that  had  so  far  failed  to  warn  him  of  yet  another  pursuer.  The  look  on  the  young  man’s  face  mirrored  what  must  have  been  written  all  over  Kaine's  own.  Whoever  or  whatever  he  had  seen  had  apparently  inspired  enough  fear  to  make  him  run  at  the  very  limits  of  his  physical  ability.  Fuck.  As  a  sign  of  good  faith  in  the  context  of  his  change  of  heart,  he  had  actually  intended  to  avoid  collateral  damage  in  this  world.

Before  he  could  form  another  clear  thought,  he  felt  the  numbing  resonance  of  his  home  world  wash  over  him  like  a  thick  film  of  oil,  dulling  every  sense,  slowing  the  world  and  making  any  kind  of  action  difficult.  Unsure  whether  he  alone  could  feel  the  oppressive  foreign  influence,  he  turned  to  the  stranger,  who  was  staring  at  him  as  if  turned  to  stone.  “They’re  not  after  you,”  Kaine  forced  out  through  clenched  teeth  and  with  considerable  effort.  Just  a  little  longer,  until  he  had  gathered  enough  energy  to  disappear  from  here.  Seconds  maybe.  “Are  people  here  really  that  slow?  That  means  you’re  supposed  to  get  out  of  here!”

But  the  lead  he  had  built  up  over  his  pursuers  was  already  nothing  more  than  a  drop  in  the  ocean.  Before  the  attackers  even  entered  Kaine’s  field  of  vision,  they  announced  themselves  in  the  form  of  obsidian  daggers  flying  toward  the  two  men.  The  lich  —  and  thus  the  source  of  the  attack,  one  of  the  Undying  —  and  his  two  undead  followers  were  just  visible  enough  in  the  darkness  that  an  untrained  eye  would  have  struggled  to  tell  the  difference  between  ordinary  humans  and  an  alchemist  accompanied  by  two  walking  corpses.  At  the  cost  of  a  portion  of  the  energy  he  would  have  needed  to  flee  this  version  of  the  world,  he  just  barely  managed  to  induce  a  kind  of  stasis,  slowing  the  projectiles.  A  gap  —  enough  to  transport  himself  and  the,  in  his  opinion  useless  though  innocent,  bystander  through  the  tear  in  space  and  time  he  had  created.  Anywhere,  since  he  had  neither  a  second  more  nor  a  spark  of  resonance  left  to  define  an  exact  destination  within  this  world.  Unfortunately,  in  the  moment  his  senses  reached  for  the  portal,  he  was  aware  of  only  two  things:  his  energy  had  not  been  sufficient  to  carry  both  himself  and  the  stranger  into  another  world  —  his  pursuers  might  still  be  on  his  heels  —  and  the  daggers  he  had  tried  to  keep  at  bay  had  struck  him.  Unconsciousness  welcomed  him  like  an  old  friend.

“You  didn’t  have  to  be  so  reckless  just  to  prove  a  fucking  point.”  The  voice  tore  him  out  of  the  only  moment  of  peace  he  had  had  in  weeks.  The  events  of  the  last  moments  before  he  had  lost  consciousness  returned  to  him  in  fragments,  like  flashes  of  lightning  behind  his  eyes.  He  could  identify  the  voice  only  by  process  of  elimination  and  had  he  not  been  so  occupied  with  assessing  the  state  of  his  own  body,  he  would  have  had  to  concentrate  very  hard  not  to  stab  the  person  opposite  him  on  principle  with  one  of  the  daggers  lodged  between  his  ribs.

“My  point  was  that  you  should  have  run,”  he  began,  wrapping  his  hands  around  the  hilt  of  one  of  the  daggers  and  slowly  pulling  it  from  his  torso,  his  breath  hitching,  the  pain  sharp  but  bearable  compared  to  the  many  hours  of  torture  he  had  endured.  “But  you  thought  it  was  smarter  not  to  fucking  listen  to  me.”

[lilith-tokisaki]

[hollowprompts]

` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured. [ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound. [ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure. [ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands. [ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding. [ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt). [ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building. [ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help. [ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. [ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes. [ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face. [ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury. [ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.

[ledwinged]

[prophetic-writer]

Becoming a writer is great because now you have a hobby that haunts you whenever you don’t have time to do it

[taggedthem]

[vacillator-deactivated20250323]

my guardian angels threatens other angels with knives