poison in my veins

Independent RP blog for Miron, a man who holds a beast within and who remembers so little of his former life. Written by Violet, sideblog to covetouscryptcrook.

[thebeastisnotforyou]

​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

Looking at the other sorry fellow, Miron tried his best, strained his memory to find any other wretch he’d seen in that prison who matched this one, trying hard to place his face. It seemed too much to accept, the idea that there had been more unfortunates dragged into the holding pens and tortured until sheer instinct, anger, demonic fury had overtaken their senses. All educated men, all led to destruction through curiosity. His heart ached for the other before he’d even got to know him well. What a terrible burden to carry. How maddening, how terrifying, how sorrowful that there was another who carried a similar and heavy cross.

“I see that you are weary, my friend,” he sighed, patting the space next to him and sliding a mug of water towards his new companion. “Sit a while. Unburden yourself.” The least Miron could do was listen, offer him support and kindness. Understanding, commiseration. 

@eldritchbled

[vaememes]

THE    FIVE    SENSES     /      SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

some   may   be   nsfw   and   /   or   be   triggering.   

01    :     TOUCH .

❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞

❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞

​❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞

❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞

​❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞

​❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

​❝ you feel warm to me. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞

​❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞

​❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞

​❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞

​❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

​❝ let me give you a massage. ❞

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞ 

02     :      TASTE .

❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞

❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

​❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞

❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞

❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

​❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞

​❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞

​❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

​❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

​❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞

​❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞

​❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞

​❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞

​❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞

​❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

​❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞

03     :      SIGHT .

❝ i see you. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞

​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞

❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞

❝ please, just look at me. ❞

​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

​❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

​❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞

​❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

​❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

​❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞

​❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

​❝ have we seen one another before? ❞

​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

​❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞

​❝ did you see that? ❞

❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞

04     :      SOUND .

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ what is that sound? ❞

​❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞

❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

​❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

​❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞

​❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞

​❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞

​❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞

​❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞

​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞

​❝ i could hear screams … ❞

​❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

​❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

​❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞

❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

05     :      SMELL .

❝ what is that smell? ❞

❝ i have missed your smell. ❞

❝ you smell nice. ❞

​❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞

❝ do you smell that? ❞

​❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞

​❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞

​❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞

​❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞

​❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

​❝ i can smell you from here. ❞

​❝ are you smelling me? ❞

​❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

​❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞

​❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

​❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞

❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞

[ulsae1995]

“I must hide from the world.”

[trcshymemes]

BLOODBORNE SENTENCE MEME.

The morning always comes.

This will be your home, for now.

Look at you, you sorry drunk.

Don’t you worry. This will help you forget.

I’ve never been use to anyone.

I only wanted to help…

Your blood is tainted.

You shall not abscond your crimes!

Is it the blood, or are you just raving mad?

This can’t be the real you. …Please, stop.

I have no time for your petty lies.

I will never leave your side.

Your presence somehow soothes.

I only wanted…to be your….friend

Would you ever think to love me?

You let the blood get the best of you.

Remember yourself. You are not a beast.

You are no more than a beast. I should’ve known.

Too proud to show your true face, eh?

I don’t seem apt for this life anymore.

Please, just stop. Stop, please!

Of course…I do love you.

We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood.

My eyes grow heavy…Let me rest a while. I’ll be fine, just wait.

Whatever can be gained from this place, it will do more harm than good.

We must find a way to surpass our own stupidity. 

Isn’t it time someone put you out of your misery?

I’d like to tender my thanks, but I haven’t much to offer.

Just think about what you’re doing. It’s utter madness.

What good is your immortality now!

You’ll be one of them, sooner or later.

May you find your worth in the waking world.

Have you got a screw loose? Or is it your…animal intuition?

You hunters have got more blood on your hands.

Hunters are killers, nothing less!

You call me a beast? A beast? What would you know? I didn’t ask for this!

Without fear in our hearts, we’re little different from the beasts themselves.

You can’t bottle everything up inside. You mustn’t be afraid to share.

Rancid beasts, every last one of us.

I should think you still have dreams?

But…do the gods love their creations?

May the good blood guide your way.

You know not the value you posses. 

The things you hunt, they’re not beasts. They’re people.

If you insist on hunting them, then I will hunt you first. You understand me?

What is the meaning of this? Why turn your blade on me?

Oh don’t you worry. Whatever happens, you may think it all a mere bad dream.

[thebeastisnotforyou]

@eldritchbled

[thebeastisnotforyou]

4, 25, 42 !!

//I think I found the right meme//

4. What kind of discipline was Miron subject to at home?

“Father wasn’t shy about using the belt, but I only ever tasted its bite once or twice, and quite deservedly so. Mother was more of a chore and errand giver, or if none were to be had, she had me go to the monastery and ask for chores and beg forgiveness. I do not believe my parents were any stricter than anyone else’s. Occasionally they would disagree on whether or not I ought to be punished at all. If Father considered my mischief to be harmless he would give me a penny and send me into town. As an adult I would rather not think about the whys and simply reminisce on the boiled sweets.”

25. What are his hobbies and interests?

“I used to have quite an impressive collection of pressed flowers. I wouldn’t call myself a botanist. I have heard myself described as a herbalist. Before the incident, perhaps I was. I have fragmented memories of alchemical and biological pursuits. I retain a keen interest in the natural world, certainly. And I am rebuilding my pressed flower collection. There are a great many varieties here I have never seen before.”

42. What does Miron want most? What does he need really badly, compulsively? What is he willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

“My humanity is precious to me and I fear it’s fading the more often I give in to the beast. Ironically, I suppose, it is exactly what I sacrificed to obtain this cursed knowledge.”

[veritas-as-modeus-blog]

thebeastisnotforyou:

 He wished the murderer would quit smiling, speaking so softly, like he was admiring him suspended and sobbing, like he was trying to be affectionate, like this was all a lover’s game and it would all finish soon with Miron safe and his wounds patched up with care.

It felt like an insult and burned him to his very core, and if he’d been able to produce any saliva he’d have spat in the other man’s face.

“I don’t… I don’t want water; I just want to go…”

Stefano sighed softly. “No, no… I can’t let you go. You’re just perfect in every way… It’s been a while since I’ve seen such face. So sharp and expressive…”

He cut the ties with his knife and let Miron drink water.

[thebeastisnotforyou]

The pressure on his limbs released, but only more pain flooded his system, screaming in every muscle fibre, every nerve on fire. Exhausted and aching, he felt resigned to his fate, no strength left in him to fight.

Except when the water touched his lips. Another insult, another taunt, jeering at him without saying a word: you’re never getting out of here... I control you.

Something within the man was growing, an intense feeling he couldn’t quite grasp or conceptualise, but that made him feel very sick, like something was about to burst forth...

“I don;t - don;t want your water--!” he protested, trying to evade it, turning his head to the side.

[veritas-as-modeus-blog]

thebeastisnotforyou:

Almost finished. It almost sounded poetic, like they planned out all this way together. Like it was a routine medical procedure and everything was safe and he would get to go home again whole.

But they both knew that wasn’t the case. They both knew that Valentini’s process was fatal to the object of his interest, and the talk of inspiration and that saccharine tone, crooning that all was fine with what was happening, made the scientist feel sick to his core, deeper somehow than the wounds, the blood already lost and the way he was suspended.

More tears fell as Stefano brought the blade to his face. “Please,” he panted, exhausted in every way possible, still straining feebly at his bonds. “Please… no more… Let me go or end it…!” It seemed in a way even worse that the so called artist felt it fit to toy with him like this…

“Soon… Not yet, but soon. Don’t worry.” Stefano smiled, gently lifting other’s chin with the knife. Took a good look on Miron’s face, observing carefully. Stroke his cheek now. “I’ll bring you some water… You’ve lost a lot of fluids and I need you a bit stronger than this.”

[thebeastisnotforyou]

 He wished the murderer would quit smiling, speaking so softly, like he was admiring him suspended and sobbing, like he was trying to be affectionate, like this was all a lover’s game and it would all finish soon with Miron safe and his wounds patched up with care.

It felt like an insult and burned him to his very core, and if he’d been able to produce any saliva he’d have spat in the other man’s face.

“I don’t... I don’t want water; I just want to go...”

[shitthepizza]

My muse is asleep. How does your muse wake mine up?

[musesgonnamuse]

i lie AWAKE at night  with these MEMORIES  of feeling POWERLESS  and they’re HAUNTING me 

[queenofepic]

Amanda doing art???? And COLORING IT??? It actually is not a last minute April Fools, I just love the Abom enough to kick my artists block in the dick ❤❤❤❤

[bombcollar]

have you ever seen a more perfect creature in your life

[thebeastisnotforyou]

@veritas-as-modeus, continued from here:

Miron gave a choked little sob when Stefano spoke, body tense, anticipating the worst. He was proving resilient, somehow a shock to the scientist that his body hadn’t yet failed him. He had been fighting the inevitable since the ‘artist’ brought him to this unknown and out-of-the-way space, but Valentini made it more than certain that Miron wouldn’t escape any time soon. All he wanted was to return to his life, and he tried to convince himself that he would be missed, but he knew all too well… he wouldn’t be. There was no-one at home to weep over her husband, to miss Daddy’s bedtime stories, not any more.

Miron was alone there, and alone here, and alone in death as anyone was.

And so when Stefano asked him to speak up, all he could do was sob, broken and hopeless.

[veritas-as-modeus-blog]

The photographer picked one blade, oh, this was his favorite. Seemed like he liked everything fancy. An engraved knife with amber handle… yes, this one was perfect.

He heard his newest piece cry and he walked forward towards him, tilting head to the side slightly. “Oh dear…” Stefano sighed, Miron’s tear with the knife. “Shh, it’s okay… You’re almost finished. Been a while since I had such a great inspiration as you…”

[thebeastisnotforyou]

Almost finished. It almost sounded poetic, like they planned out all this way together. Like it was a routine medical procedure and everything was safe and he would get to go home again whole.

But they both knew that wasn't the case. They both knew that Valentini's process was fatal to the object of his interest, and the talk of inspiration and that saccharine tone, crooning that all was fine with what was happening, made the scientist feel sick to his core, deeper somehow than the wounds, the blood already lost and the way he was suspended.

More tears fell as Stefano brought the blade to his face. "Please," he panted, exhausted in every way possible, still straining feebly at his bonds. "Please... no more... Let me go or end it...!" It seemed in a way even worse that the so called artist felt it fit to toy with him like this...

[mellounir]

some DD sketches currently in love with the game

[mantisslash]

Abomination and Man-at-Arms, Darkest Dungeon.

[dogscavenger]

No one can stop me

[thebeastisnotforyou]

@veritas-as-modeus, continued from here:

Miron gave a choked little sob when Stefano spoke, body tense, anticipating the worst. He was proving resilient, somehow a shock to the scientist that his body hadn’t yet failed him. He had been fighting the inevitable since the ‘artist’ brought him to this unknown and out-of-the-way space, but Valentini made it more than certain that Miron wouldn’t escape any time soon. All he wanted was to return to his life, and he tried to convince himself that he would be missed, but he knew all too well... he wouldn’t be. There was no-one at home to weep over her husband, to miss Daddy’s bedtime stories, not any more.

Miron was alone there, and alone here, and alone in death as anyone was.

And so when Stefano asked him to speak up, all he could do was sob, broken and hopeless.