#painandabsolution

[direhunting-blog]

Here’s the doodles (most of which are unfinished oops lmao) from last nights stream!!

Got a Fanatic based on a thread for @votarydepenance Dismas playing a bassoon for @rcdcmptionscckcr Aaaand no one asked for Prescott and @painandabsolution holding hands but I wanted it so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[thelightprevails]

@painandabsolution y’know sometimes it’s just enough to know you’re not the only one beating yourself with a lash on the regular

[feathercorp]

The Curious Newcomer - Darkest Dungeon AU

@painandabsolution

As most people who came to the Hamlet seeking fortunes hidden in the nearest dungeons, that young traveller was a bit different. He was an outcasts, son of a fallen aristocrat, whose estate burned down to the ground. The insane father set fire, so he could cleanse the place of his son and everyone he touched.

The boy survived, escaped, his leather coat still having his clan’s mark on the back. As soon as he set his feet inside the Hamlet, he could sense familiar madness. But it didn’t discouraged him from enlisting himself as hero for hire. He was sure he could find more answers about the truth behind his curse in here.

Having still a lot of time till the start of the expedition, the young man went to the Abbey, to find some peace in the meditation after his long and stressful journey. Thought about snooping around the archives later.

[direhunting-blog]

Hello Prescott! This is Damian. I got my friend Toast to help me write this. I just wanted to tell you I had a wonderful time talking with you. You are an extremely interesting man and I find myself thinking about you very often. I don't know what it means but I just love thinking of you and I find that I am excited to see you again! If you ever wish to chat, I am actually staying above the tavern and you are always welcome in my room. I apologize for the rather sappy letter. I just adore you!

Prescott sat on his cot back in the barracks, reading the note over. Once. Twice. Sure reading in English wasn’t exactly his strong suit, but it didn’t take a genius to translate the message any clearer than it needed to be. He folded the piece of parchment neatly and slipped it into his armor before slumping back into his cot with a heavy sigh. Upon removing his gloves and letting them carelessly drop to the floor beside him he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, his brows knit together in concentration. It’s not as if this was bad or even unwanted news, just.. Unexpected.. The Hunter lied there silently as he chewed over his options and the implications of the situation, all while replaying the letter’s words in his head. I just adore you. Lord, he could feel the heat of his flushed face practically fill the empty room..

[servantofthecourtyard]

Detestable creature. While the Light commands you be put down like the filthy, rabid dog you are... another side of me wishes to know how you cause such beautiful exsanguination in your victims. The taste of my own blood and the decadent feeling of my flesh being torn open... it is enough to drive one mad. Show me how to bleed even more. (painandabsolution)

To bleed more? Now that I can do for you, you twisted so called man of light. You may wish to be careful some may think this desire is of a personal nature and not the holy work you think you are performing bloodletter! Take things to thin your blood so it shall flow more freely and let me do all the work dear blood bag.

[direhunting-blog]

I feel as though I’ve not seen you in forever... though, I suppose I haven’t ever truly *seen* you. Funny, yes? (painandabsolution)

A smirk hidden behind his cowl caught his chuckle. “Pfft. Good to see you too Damian.” Prescott gave the larger man an assured pat on the shoulder Nice to see a familiar face, though statement made him wonder just how long he was gone and where it was he went.

[cursedincrimson]

The tall flagellant approached the much smaller highwayman cautiously. He had heard about his affliction, but being a man of blood himself, he didn't quite care. "Ah... hello." Damian murmured gently. "I don't believe we've formally met. The name is Damian."

FairFax stopped tinkering with his pistol when the Flagellant approached him and looked him over with strange fogged eyes as he spoke. Wasn’t he one of those super religious types?? He sat up a little bit straighter and slipped the gun back in its holster before shooting a toothy grin up at Damian. “I don’t think we have.~ What’s this about, handsome?? Tryin to be social or do you got somethin in mind for me??” The Highwaymen fiddled with the necklace of rings around his neck as he spoke, letting the metals softly click against each other in his palm and between his fingers.

[direhunting-blog]

Dear Prescott! This is Damian again. I just wanted to thank you for helping me get back on my feet after that awful mission and wanted to thank you for the wonderful dance. I... I've been thinking so much more about you lately. You seem to be all that's on my mind these days. I'm sorry! That's probably much too embarrassing, but I want to hold you and kiss you a lot. I want to squeeze you tightly and hug you. I want to... well, there's a lot I want to do. Can you stop by so I can tell you?

Oh! I almost forgot! I understand if you don’t want to be in a relationship right now. I just want you to know you are a good man and you deserve all the love in the world, and if you’d have me, I would give you all the love I have. I won’t pressure you and I don’t mean to either, but you deserve someone good and never forget it. You are lovely and you make every day worth getting up for. P.S: Vanya wrote this for me this time! I was too embarrassed to ask Sister Toady to transcribe it.

These letters left for him on his cot at the Barracks were becoming a regular thing. He read them silently, somewhat glad the room was empty as he was getting a little bit embarrased as he read on. Damian was proving himself to be rather straight forward with his cheesiness, but it was endearing in its own way. Really Prescott didn’t know what he did to deserve being doted after like this, but if Damian wanted to talk about it than it was probably best he took up the invitation to do so despite not being the greatest coversationalist. He’d have to think over how he was going to approach it..

The little drawing poking fun at him on the bottom of the page got a snort out of him though. He could assume that was Vanya’s doing.