#besmirch

[hotshotshitshow]

Anyway I'm playing Besmirch which is horror Stardew Valley but actually like. Spooky. And not just cutesy spooky. And it feels like the music of Those Poor Bastards but as a video game

[dailymtgflavortext]

The whitest robes stain best. 

-Besmirch

[babylon-crashing]

hoar frost

I must be careful. I am too in touch

with the wild. The wild in me. There are fish

that dream under the black ice. I would clutch

them, suck on their spines, for I am ghoulish

when it comes to design. I was designed

for ill. Ill use. Ill skill. My misshapen

passions, after a fashion --- thick as rind,

hard as crust --- follow all that is heathen:

cast out. No Eden for me. Hoar frost --- hot,

hairy, bad --- runs wild in me. I would taint

you. Besmirch your faith the way that the ice

lulls the fish to sleep. To leave you distraught;

leave you wanting. I shall betray your faint

faith in love. Love is no virtue. It's vice.

[happyflowey]

Obviously the most badass inks around. ( @besmirched @disavcw )

Somebody Buy Me a Coffee, I’m gonna need one later for staying up. ;u;

[inkywellington]

Besmirch use to be a flower ink, but he turned into a human. Why?

( 030) Oh that’s obvious.( n3n) Cuz he wanted a butt.Ask me a question about someone ELSE’S muse!

[two-littlesouls]

H E L L B E N T

It started in Hotland, when he lost his temper with Emmy.

Then stormed on through Waterfall like a tornado, sweeping up Harbinger, Johnny and Injustice in his wake.

Then, in Snowdin, he pushed aside one of his oldest friends before making one last heartfelt plea.

But none of that mattered any more.

He was here, standing mere moments away from the bridge that led towards the Ruins. He had no idea how, but he knew that Besmirch was waiting for him on the other side. As if something was guiding him.

As he walked approached, he took his time remembering the experiences he had in the Underground. Both good and bad. He remembered not wanting to leave Toriel, and equally remembered finding a phone with almost a hundred missed called from him in an empty shell of what he once thought could be his home.

He remembered enjoying cinnabuns with Emmy, Papyrus and Sans as his knees knocked together from the cold, and equally remembered the cold not mattering as he hid from a desperate, nameless skeleton who wanted to take his soul.

He felt the rush of adrenaline as they ran from Undyne, and the rush of dread as he heard metallic screaming inamongst the never-ending steam.

Dancing in the stage lights, and wrestling through the dark.

His memories of the alternate Underground that he was cast into all that time ago were fuzzy, as if covered by a layer of static. But they were memories that tainted the way he saw things now, one way or the other.

None of that mattered now, because he was standing at the end of the bridge, and at the other side...Was him.

Looking ahead to Besmirch filled the boy with one final sense of cold feet. Could he really do this? ...Should he...?

His thoughts snapped back to give way to his broiling anger, that only grew like a building wave as he continued to look in the direction of his enemy.

His features scrunched up to reflect his unyielding hatred, and he spoke.

“So...You finally decided to stop hiding.”

@besmirched

[happyflowey]

Hey Hysteria, when was the last time you actually checked in on Besmirch? Can't you just take a quick look and see what he's doing right now?

* WHY THIS AND WHY NOW!? THIS IS NOT WORTH A FIGHT!

[two-littlesouls]

(( Warm up sketches from the stream~ ))