#blackflame

[cait-sith]

Inktober 5 - Duel

Wei Shi Lindon v. Jai Long

Prompt List can be found here

[karlathewitch]

More Cradle memes, bc I finished the entire series and I am unwell.

[yerinarelius]

[rubberhercules]

Black Flame Rises: The Night Hercules Fell

Follower 666 Special

The house had no name. No address. Just a shape on the edge of memory, buried in rot and silence. Hercules stepped through the threshold alone, his golden tracksuit dulled beneath the grey veil of dusk. The hallway sighed like it had lungs, the wood bending beneath him, every step like a countdown.

He followed the pull.

A fire burned in the next room—wrong, silent, colorless. Not light, but invitation.

That’s where he waited.

The Devil.

Not fire and but he has horns. Not rage. He stood in a tattered suit of ash, barefoot, smiling with teeth that knew every secret. Eyes like obsidian mirrors reflecting only what you feared to see. He didn’t speak at first. He just looked. And the gold in Herc’s chest flickered.

“You came,” the Devil finally said. “Curiosity, pride, hunger… doesn’t matter. You’re here.”

“I came to end you.”

The Devil laughed—a low, aching sound like old chains shifting in the dark. “No, boy. You came to end yourself.”

Power burst from Hercules, radiant and bright. Light like molten sun poured from his fists, his veins, his gaze. Walls cracked. Shadows fled.

But not him.

The Devil didn’t move. Didn’t blink. And the darkness ate the light.

Chains slithered from under the floor, spectral and slick. They wrapped around Herc’s wrists, his throat, his chest. They weren’t cold. They were inevitable. He struggled, his muscles bulging, sweat sizzling from his skin. But the Devil leaned closer and whispered, “It’s time.”

His golden kit trembled.

Then melted.

Fabric turned to fluid, gold to obsidian. A slick black layer spread across his chest, crawling like hunger, coating him in something that wasn’t cloth—it was possession. The number on his shorts burned off. A new heat ignited under his skin.

He gasped—but not in pain. In change.

His boots fused to his legs. His gloves turned to black leather, molding to his hands like second skin. The black gloss coated his throat, his jaw, his cheekbones. He reached up to tear it off—only to feel it harden, become him. His reflection in the shattered mirror showed no golden boy. Only a soldier forged in ink and smoke.

The fire behind him burst open, sending black sparks spinning into the void. The Devil stepped back, nodding.

“It suits you.”

Hercules dropped to his knees—not because he was forced to, but because something deeper than thought had shifted. Something older than obedience. A silence took root inside him, and it felt right.

No more war.

No more pride.

Only purpose.

The Devil’s voice rumbled, “Rise, black flame.”

And so he did.

Come join the gold army (then polo drones if you want to after joining) by messaging @brodygold or @goldenherc9 today.

[28-characters-later]

i never thought I would be drawing Marty 10 years after leaving that hyperfixation, he's had a slight hairsyle change going for just messy rather than the part in the middle

Ship Dynamics for my four Jigsaw ships for valentine's day:

DiscoSaw (OG Jigsaw x DJ)

BlackFlame (Lord Jigsaw x Kerian)

BlackIce (Lady Jigsaw x Kiera)

ZombieShark (Siren Jigsaw x Marty)

Reblogs are allowed and heavily encouraged because they help a lot

[hinterland-clans]

a vivisection of me yielded the start of a mystery say "hello, honey i'm home," three voices come from the gramophone

huevember day 9: blackflame! fun, gruesome piece i've been wanting to draw for a really long time haha. song for the day is honey, i'm home by ghost and pals!

[callmeadin]

my boy lindon be defying death left and right through pure perserverance and will like godsDAMN

[chumsterfire]

@king-of-the-oreo @eithan-s-broom

Merry Christmas! For the Cradle Christmas Gift Exchange I give to you a chaste kiss on the hand for your Eithan and Naru Huan ship!