I’m debating if I should put this story on AO3. Whatcha guys think?
I feel like i havent posted anything in a long time. Sorry for the wait, work is killer on eating my time. Also sorry it’s not exactly what you followed me for but for the few of you that dig this….
Here is another thrilling adventure of @nikanono and my Skyrim characters.
The Thief froze in place, her coat halfway over her head catching her in an awkward position with her arms stuck within the torso and sleeveless armholes.
“Um….my coat…has…wolf fur….so I just thought…”
Fey snorted,“It’s freezing outside put it back on…” she sighed, shaking her head as she reached out and grabbed the hem of her coat, roughly yanking it back down over her body, her head popping out of the neck hole. She yelped and shook her wild red hair that was frazzled and mussed up in the process.
Vi pouted, playful but she was particularly serious about it this time.
Since the revelation of Fey having beast blood in her veins, Vi couldn’t stop the wolf jokes, in good taste mind you. Distant howling in the woods, Vi quietly commented on her family calling out to her or when they had lost their way she playfully suggested sniffing at the walls and the like. Fey rolled her eyes, but secretly did take a whiff at the air and instantly became aware of their surroundings. But she didn’t need to tell her that.
However upon realizing that her entire coat was lined with dark grey wolf fur, she was suddenly beginning to feel bad.
”…I appreciate the thought but I’m not offended”
Not convinced, her pout deepened into a small glare, reluctantly readjusting herself back into her coat before crossing her arms defiantly.
“Vi really it’s ok” Fey laughed, watching her huff, conceding for now.
“Fine but…I’m going to brood about it anyway” she grumbled, continuing to follow Fey through the wilds.
She laughed and shook her head,“Brooding is my job”
aesthetics meme »penny dreadful (requested by vanessayves)
And now the rest of the tale. So we were cleaved apart; two brothers cast out to two realms. One brother to Earth and the other brother to Hell. And thus will be set in eternal enmity, my brother on Earth to feed on the blood of the living by night and myself in Hell to feed on the souls of the dead. Both in an eternal quest for the mother of evil.
“Ye who enter, abandon all hope.” -Dante Alighieri, ‘Inferno’
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There are few within the ranks of the Watchers who do not, by now,
know the name Carmilla.
Born Mircalla Karnstein in the Styria region of Austria, as the
daughter of a count Carmilla lived a charmed life, given everything
and wanting nothing. And yet, her status could not save her from the
wiles of an unknown vampire, who killed and sired Mircalla at the age
of eighteen. Now calling herself Carmilla, the newly-risen vampire
joined a nest, whereupon she rose through their ranks as a favoured,
cunning and cultured sister.
In the winter of 1698, the nest went too far in their predations in
Styria, drawing the attention of the Slayer of the day, Auda
Vordenburg, from Germany. Vordenburg, like Carmilla, descended from
nobility, and like her prey she too had been called to a life of
violence against her will. Yet such are the forces at work in this
world, inexorably drawing Auda and Carmilla together. In the end, the
nest was annihilated, with Auda dying in the last grand battle in the
village of Karnstein, destroying much of the town in the process. It
was assumed by Auda’s Watcher that Carmilla had died as well, writing
it as satisfying fact in the last entry of his diary. He was wrong.
In 1761, Carmilla was spotted in Brittany, but she eluded demon
hunters in the region, including the much-feared Daniel Holtz. She
faded from sight once more, disappearing for nearly a century and
once again assumed to be no more than dust. Again, we were wrong.
Carmilla reappeared in her long-ago home of Styria in the summer of
1860. Some of the details are of a sort too sordid to parse here in
our hallowed archives, but suffice to say that Carmilla had her way
with the maiden daughter of a retired Englishman, called here LH and
SH to protect the family’s honor.
It was rumored that LH had precognitive visions of the following
events, though some Watchers have supposed this to be a fanciful
accounting by second-hand witnesses, possibly inspired by tales of
the famed vampire Drusilla (conflating assailant and victim).
Regardless, LH was clearly chosen as a new favourite by Carmilla.
Befouling LH’s mind, and later, body, Carmilla befriended the girl
under the most false of pretenses, even managing to fool SH into
taking her into their household as a temporary ward.
Carmilla’s deranged merriment came to an end by way of a certain
Austrian general, Spielsdorf. The General was supposed to bring his
niece, Bertha Rheinfeldt, to visit SH some time earlier, but was
delayed when Bertha fell ill from blood loss. Spielsdorf discovered a
friend of Bertha’s, named Millarca, in her bedchamber.
worst, the General chased “Millarca” from his home with his
sword, but Bertha died moments later. Soon, SH and the General
endevoured to make an investigation of their own, but accomplished
little until an acquaintance of SH’s contacted our Council.
The Slayer at the time, Malika Khayyam, was dispatched along with her
Watcher, the preeminent Dr. Hesselius. General Spielsdorf foolishly
insisted on accompanying the pair, following them to the village of
Karnstein, where Carmilla had battled another Slayer so many years
earlier. At the entrance to the ruined town, they were surprised by
Baron Achille Vordenburg, the descendant of the Slayer, Auda, and
keeper of his ancestor’s secrets. The quartet confronted Carmilla
together, certain in their number of victory.
They found the vampire alone inside an old chapel, bereft at the loss
of LH, who’d been spirited far away to Italy by her father.
Despondent though she was, Carmilla resisted mightily, hacking off
Spielsdorf’s head with his own axe and mortally wounding Vordenburg
as well. Through their combined efforts, however, Carmilla was staked
through the back, then felled by a sword to the throat, all but
severing her head. In the chaos, the chapel was set ablaze, and Dr.
Hesselius and Malika left the vampire to burn.
Somehow, Hesselius’s diary was taken from our archives and fell into
the hands of a ridiculous author named Sheridan Le Fanu. With some
effort, we have returned the diary to our care, yet not soon enough
to prevent Le Fanu from exploiting what he believed to be fanciful
writings for his own gain. In what amounts to little more than a
heftier penny dreadful, Le Fanu exposed for all and sundry the sordid
tale of Carmilla. Thankfully, through Le Fanu’s presumptive
deviations from the tale and the fact that Carmilla is finally dead,
we can at last lay this matter to rest.
Addendum, fd.1999: It would
seem that our own presumptions got the best of our number yet again.
Myriad reports in the last year have placed Carmilla in, implausibly,
Styria yet again, and perhaps more believably, Canada. Time will tell
if this beast will truly rear her ugly head once more, but we should
not count Carmilla among the dead just yet.
2nd Place Winner of my “LittleMissSquiggles’ 25th Birthday of Stars” Birthday game.
Thank you once again for taking part in my game and
congratulations on being one of the winners. I hope you like the final art
request. This is my first time squiggling the lovely Penny Rolling from Miraculous. It was really cool capturing her in
my style and for what it’s worth, I hope I did her justice. Enjoy the art
everyone, especially you @teammiraculous.
Stay tune for more squigglustrations
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grace-for-sale. (OMG I can see it now. Dean singing Grief, thinking how it strangely reminds him of his father. Castiel getting confused by the lyrics and message of Prick Goes The Scorpions Tale. Sam getting flashbacks from his dark ‘greedy’ days with Ruby from A Penny For A Tale. Castile and Dean singing a duet to In All My Dreams I Drown.)
What was the girl from the Frog and the Scorpion section doing in Hell?
No, seriously. Why was she there?
The Penny a Tale girl was an obvious and unapologetic criminal, the literal embodiment of greed and gluttony.
For a long time, rigidly conservative Christianity considered suicide to be a Hell-worthy sin, so that explains the Father character (plus it seemed to be implied that he was at least partially responsible for his son’s abduction/death). And even then, he gets redeemed at the end.
But from the intro, it looked like Frog girl was fleeing from (And most likely murdered by?) an abusive boyfriend. Like, what was her Hell-worthy sin? Was this the aftermath of some elaborate scheme that she emerged from with the blood of innocents on her hands? Did she help him kill someone else? Did she help plot a huge anarchist-type attack on innocent people? Was she secretly running a to-the-death fighting ring for guinea pigs? WHY WAS SHE THERE WHAT DID SHE DO