The Black Mist

I was alive once, until the mists consumed me.

[royalsuggestions]

Gold and thorns adorn my head

[quotemadness]

I love your silence. It is so wise. It listens. It invites warmth.

Ben Okri (via quotemadness)

[rpmemes-galore]

Send “You should be scared of me.” for my muse’s reaction

[cervantestheferryman-deactivate]

He leans over, seemingly leering at Cervantes in quiet consideration before waving a clawed hand to beckon him. "Darling," he calls in a low, curling voice as the mists around him expand and retract as if breathing. "I have a favor to ask of you."

Cervantes eyed the strange creature with a curious glint in his glowing eyes. Though a sneer spread across his face at the word ‘darling’, he didn’t turn from the wraith. Nor did he move any closer when it beckoned him closer. “Speak, then. It had better be good for you to be assuming such familiarity with me.”

[theblackmistwraith-blog]

He swiped his hand from side to side in irritation but his voice held no impatience or malice. He did however lean in forward just a bit more to peer curiously at the strange being. How odd. “That I know,” he said stiffly. “Dying doesn’t exactly leave you with much to offer in terms of trading. Though I did ponder about the possibility of earning you some coin with my craft, but I then I wondered what worth is coin to the dead. Unless of course you do. The other things I can offer is this strange aura sensing ability of mine and the ability to kill which I’m sure you can do just fine. I know my way around this world’s waters if you so seek to travel via ship.” 

[theblackmistwraith-blog]

[ Now I want to draw more pre-wraith Mouse. -w- ]

[cervantestheferryman-deactivate]

He leans over, seemingly leering at Cervantes in quiet consideration before waving a clawed hand to beckon him. "Darling," he calls in a low, curling voice as the mists around him expand and retract as if breathing. "I have a favor to ask of you."

Cervantes eyed the strange creature with a curious glint in his glowing eyes. Though a sneer spread across his face at the word ‘darling’, he didn’t turn from the wraith. Nor did he move any closer when it beckoned him closer. “Speak, then. It had better be good for you to be assuming such familiarity with me.”

[theblackmistwraith-blog]

His initial impression was fire. He could taste it in the smell of the air. Fire and bourbon. And his jeering response, it reminded Mouse of older days. He took a moment to clear the sensations from his mind, letting his clawed hand fall to clasp at the forearm of one of his many arms. Mouse chortled. 

“You have a human form yes? I’m curious if we can strike a deal. It’s hard to do business with humans you see. People tend to panic when their customer is a headless being of mist. Pity.” Mouse brought two of his hands together, rubbing the cloth idly. “But anyways, I would like it if you could buy me some supplies. In exchange.. well I was hoping there was something you desire that I can get for you. Or perhaps a service?”

[theblackmistwraith-blog]

I’ve been trying to come up with how Mouse would look like before he became a wraith. Well, here’s an idea. He honestly looks almost like my inquisitor from Dragon Age. o/

[theblackmistwraith-blog]

@ladyem-s-grimoire But I am always presentable, m'lady. *he huffs slightly but leans into her pampering like a satisfied cat*

[ladyem-s-grimoire]

“Are you sure?”, she said carefully removing a small thread from his sleeve seam with her fingertips.” much better.“

[theblackmistwraith-blog]

“Very sure,” he hummed then peered pensively at the thread, as if cursing its existence. “Fine, you win.” Sighing dramatically, Mouse adjusted his vest and extended one of his arms toward her. “Care for a stroll? I’m sure we’ll bump into another ghastly being somewhere along our way.” 

[theblackmistwraith-blog]

I was trying to decide if I should give him tattoos because initially I wanted to give him an arm tattoo that connected to one on his back but then again I’m bad at coming up with tattoos lol. 

Also Mouse used to be a bronze-skinned hottie when he was alive. Wink wonk

Now he’s a pasty ghost loser. 

[theblackmistwraith-blog]

⬛️ or ▫️ [[i dunno XD *just throws a prompt at you*]]

@calix-daesyn

Mouse chuckles, the sound a low and chilling thing. He stands closer to Calix, looming over him like a spider waiting to strike at its prey. Dipping forward, he clasped Calix’s wrist firmly with his long, claw-like hands and turned his hand so that his palm was facing upwards. Mouse breathed, the mists fuming from his headless neck expanding with the quiet noise like waves.

He kissed the man’s wrist and palm. It was a strange sensation no doubt. Mist couldn’t very well kiss, but when he drew back between the dark haze was the dim, nebulous vision of a grinning mouth with sharp teeth.

[drxgonfly]

Autumn Mist (by Kenny Barker)

[theblackmistwraith-blog]

// It me, Smokey Darlings. Writing to u from my other rp blog. :D thought spooky muses would get along

O3O HEY POOOKIIEEE

[theblackmistwraith-blog]

“Precious, little Mouse.”

He was gasping but he could not breathe.

He was screaming but he could not make sound.

“I’ve watched you. From my briny depths I did see, the Albatross which you did struck.”

He was bleeding but he had no blood to shed.

He lie, wretched, ruined, dead upon a slab of cold, swampy earth. 

“Yet it still loves you.”

The Black Mist was everywhere. He could see it. It ran through his veins. It circled around and around and around beneath his sallow skin like smoke. 

“Little Mouse, shall I show you the gift it left you?”

The Great Leviathan was around him now, calling him into its deadly embrace. 

And he was unafraid.

[theblackmistwraith-blog]

Just wanted to doodle before bed

Drew some cute ghosty pals @cervantestheferryman

[theblackmistwraith-blog]

[ I shall write starters after class. *wink wonks at everything* For now I am on mobile. ]

[theblackmistwraith-blog]

@ladyem-s-grimoire But I am always presentable, m'lady. *he huffs slightly but leans into her pampering like a satisfied cat*

[theblackmistwraith-blog]

We scratch on the plains, Uptown they fluff the feathers, Coachmen walk with canes, And every collar is creased. A gentleman prefers to break from errs and fetters, To roll off his sleeves And liberate the beast.