#darkpath

[enyairl]

The Draught of Deception

Summary: Exhausted by relentless nightmares, she seeks respite in the Undercroft, hoping for a night of peace. Her trusting vulnerability and innocent confessions deepen his profound guilt, even as he justifies his actions as necessary for Anne's salvation.

Word Count: 1080 words

The deep quiet of the Undercroft was broken only by the distant drip of water. It was well past midnight, the castle's usual nocturnal hum silenced, leaving the ancient chamber cloaked in profound stillness. The air was cool, damp, and held the faint, lingering scent of old magic and Sebastian's presence.

And there he was, slumped over the Pensieve, quill scratching furiously across his journal, his face drawn. The faint glow of the nearby Pensieve illuminated his intense concentration. He didn't stir at her entrance.

"I knew I'd find you here," she murmured, her voice thin with exhaustion.

Sebastian flinched, pulling his head from his notes with a gasp. His head snapped up, his eyes wide and wild, his mind still consumed by the frantic notes he'd been scribbling in his journal. He scrambled back, stumbling over his own feet, before quickly regaining his composure. He ran a hand through his perpetually tousled hair, trying to smooth it down, trying to appear normal. "What are you... I mean, hey," he said, his voice a little strained. He quickly noticed the dark circles under her eyes, the way her shoulders drooped, the unnatural pallor of her skin. A quite contrasting look to what she had a couple of days ago. "Are you alright? You look... exhausted."

She let out a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of days. "Exhausted is an understatement. I'm utterly spent, Sebastian." She ran a hand over her face, rubbing her temples. "I just... I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, every time I drift off, it's the same thing."

Her voice dropped to a raw whisper, the words tumbling out in a rush, unfiltered by her levels of exhaustion. "The nightmares. They're relentless. And I just... I can't sleep properly." She took a shaky breath, the vulnerability stark on her face. "Garreth's been brewing me different things to help, still testing, you know," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "It helps... a little. But I still hear them, even when I'm half-asleep. I just need to turn it off, Sebastian. To make it stop." Her gaze met his, desperate and pleading.

A sharp, unwelcome prickle tightened Sebastian's chest, a feeling he refused to name. Garreth? Brewing her potions now? He forced a casual, mocking grin. "Garreth? Really? Well, it's a miracle your hair hasn't changed color, or your stomach hasn't exploded yet." He tried to sound light, even amused, but a muscle twitched in his jaw.

She let out a soft snort of amusement, shaking her head. "You're ridiculous, Sebastian" she murmured, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"I'm serious, Professor Sharp would agree with me," he said, his tone bitter, "But anyway… what brings you here, then?"

Her eyes met his, a strange, hopeful glint in their weary depths. "Well, the other night I had a very decent sleep. The best sleep in days, to be honest. It was the night I fell asleep right here, in the Undercroft, while you were... studying." A faint, ironic chuckle escaped her. "Maybe this place has some secret charm, or something. I was hoping... I could try to sleep here again tonight."

A horrifying realization twisted in his gut, a cold, sickening dread displacing all other thoughts. He remembered the vial, the clear liquid, the subtle flick of his wrist. He remembered slipping that powerful sleeping draught into her tea, hoping to give her a night of forced oblivion. And now she was here, believing this place held the key to her rest, utterly unaware of his deception.

"Have you... have you tried a sleeping draught?" Sebastian asked, his voice rougher than he intended, a forced innocence in his tone.

She sighed, a fragile sound. "I'm trying to stay away from those, to be honest. Sleeping draughts, I mean." Her voice was quiet, tinged with a painful honesty. "It's not that I can't sleep without them, not really, but I just... I haven't been able to. And over time, they just lost their effect, no matter how much I took. Now they barely keep me calm."

Was this it? Was this why it took her so long to finally fall asleep that night when he slipped his powerful sleeping draught in her tea? Sebastian felt a profound ache of guilt. She was struggling, truly struggling with this, and she hadn't told him. His own desire to pursue a cure for Anne and knowledge had blinded him to the silent battle she was fighting. She used to tell him everything. And the crushing irony—he had added to her burden without knowing.

"Why didn't you tell me about it?" he asked, his voice rough with a mix of genuine concern and his own self-reproach.

She shrugged, a weary movement. "You're busy. With the Pensieve. Catching up with assignments. With Quidditch. We have tests coming shortly…"

Sebastian just nodded sadly. "I know… But still… You can tell me anything..."

A weak, exhausted smile touched her lips, a fragile light that twisted his gut. He didn't deserve that. Not after what he'd done. Not after what he was becoming. He offered a weak, exhausted smile that he knew didn't reach his eyes.

"Perhaps," Sebastian said, his voice thoughtful, forcing a calm he didn't feel, "a cup of my secret blend would help. Maybe that's what truly helped you the other night?" He offered a brittle, fake smile, hoping it looked convincing.

She looked at him, her tired eyes softening with gratitude. "I'd like that, Sebastian. Thank you." Her gratitude was a fresh stab of guilt, sharp and cold. She was thanking him, trusting him, for something he was doing deceptively. He was adding to her burden.

He moved to the small, makeshift brewing station in the Undercroft. His hands, usually so steady, trembled slightly as he measured out calming herbs. He glanced back at her, ensuring her gaze was not on him. With a swift, discreet movement, he uncorked a familiar vial and added a few drops of his strong sleeping draught to her cup. He rationalized, the thought a frantic scramble in his mind, that this was the last time. It was just to help her sleep, just until he could find another way—a true cure for these relentless nightmares. The soft scrape of her chair as she settled back at the table made him jump, a jolt through his already frayed nerves.

"So, how's the research going?" she asked, her voice a soft hum of curiosity, oblivious to his actions.

"Progressing," he replied, his voice still a little tight. "I think I know what curse Rookwood used against Anne. Or at least the pronunciation. I just need to find out more about it, because it's an ancient language."

He placed the steaming cups on the table, along with a plate of biscuits he had been snacking on. They drank in silence for a moment, the warmth of the tea a stark contrast to the cold weight in his heart. Sebastian tried not to look at her too obviously, but he couldn't help an occasional, guilt-ridden gaze. He pretended to read a Potions book, his eyes scanning the pages without truly registering the words. Soon, her eyelids began to droop.

"Mmm, this is nice," she murmured, her words slurring slightly. "Is this... lavender tea? That’s your secret recipe?"

Sebastian's heart clenched. "Lavender is one of the ingredients," he managed, his voice gruff.

"You know… Ominis is getting suspicious," she rambled, her eyes half-closed, her voice slurring further with sleepiness. "He knows you've been spending too much time here. But I told him..." she yawned. "I told him you're probably close. Close to finding the cure. For Anne." Another yawn. "And I told him that I've been helping you catch up with your assignments."

Sebastian felt a fresh wave of profound guilt crash over him. "Thanks," he just managed to say, his voice cracked with guilt. She trusted him. She was lying for him. And he was lying to her, again, about something so fundamental to her well-being. The bitterness of his choices choked him.

She yawned, a wide, languid stretch, and tried to stand. She stumbled, swaying dangerously. Sebastian was there in an instant, his arm shooting out to steady her. He gently guided her to the long, velvet couch he often slept on, and she collapsed onto it, already half-asleep. He carefully pulled a blanket, discarded on the back of the couch, over her.

"Goodnight, Sebastian," she mumbled, her eyes already closed, her breathing evening out.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking, as he watched her sleep. He was sorry for the lie, sorry for the burden he'd placed on her, sorry for everything. And he was utterly, terrifyingly alone with the weight of it all.

[titansnacks]

My other dark urge character, Lilith. Trying to resist the urge for the love she shares with Astarion.

#durge #darkurge #darkurgebg3 #bhaal #bhaalspawn #isobel #BG3 #baldursgate3 #mindflayer #alfira #blackout #antihero #chosen #orin #elderbrain #evil #darkpath #astarion #darkurgeromance #darkurgeastarion #darkurges #astarionxtav #tavxastarion #love #kiss #elf

[atraelsa]

Je m’adresse à celle qui travaille dans le vide.

Celle qui ne signe pas. Celle qui ne demande pas.

Si tu vois ce message, tu sais ce que je veux.

Je ne veux pas réparer. Je veux marquer. Forcer. Posséder.

Il ne décidera pas. Je décide.

Il ne choisira pas. Je le prends.

J’offre ma volonté. Mon souffle. Et s’il le faut, le reste.

S’il existe une clé, une faille, un poison… viens.

(Pas là pour parler. Là pour faire.)

[definitelynotgideon]

Demon!Gideon Reference Sheet.

Since I dropped old art yesterday and needed a proper reference for this version of him, here it is!! ✨🪷

[skysensei07]

If the TF2 Mercs were in the Dark path AU.

this was an idea I've been working on for quite a while,

The Darkpath AU belongs to @runescratch

Info

This AU is set After the gravel war

After the war, the mercs were let go of their jobs by Saxton Hale, seeing that he didn't see much use of them anymore

The current team consists of mercs from Both RED & BLU. since most of their colleagues from both sides have either left or died

Demoman is seen as the leader of the group given that he led the RED team to victory during the war

Scout knows Spy is his father ever since the latter had told him, he does keep it a secret from the rest of his team since he felt it was a bit embarrassing

Spy and Sniper are best friends since before the war started. and even today, they still best buds

Demo and Soldier had rekindled their friendship now that the war is over

the following day after their termination, they somehow ended up in San Fransokyo. how they got there was a bit of a mystery to them, though Engineer has theorized that it might have something to do with one of his teleporters going haywire

Despite looking Clean and colorful on the outside, upon entering the city, they were shocked to see that it was actually riddled with chaos and corruption on the inside. the reasons for its state would unveil themselves in the form two warring sides, one a group of street gangsters, the other a certain group of heroes turned villains

after Soldier got caught in a war between the aforementioned groups (which caused him to inadvertently save a mother and her child from the fight), they were soon labeled as heroes by the public. something that they weren't expecting, and honestly weren't ready for, since they had just arrived in this world with explanation to it

it's also here that they would meet the city's other hope bringers, Tadashi and Wasabi (the latter of which who used to be mind-controlled by someone he called Hiro, but was set free thanks to Tadashi)

At first, Callaghan was still set on getting revenge on Krei like in the original AU, with him deceiving Tadashi in order to do so. but as time went on, he slowly became overwhelmed with the guilt from everything that has happened up to this point. now that things have gotten out of hand, it no longer became a revenge plot, all he wanted now was to stop hiro's rampage and finally free the city from corruption

there will also be other characters as well, so expect to see them somewhere in the story

Characters:

[4aceclover]

Okay this is just cool

I don't care if the art is messy that's what makes it so awesome

Couple draws from my twitter that I’ll casually migrate over to here too while I work on finishing up a comic

Everyone seems to want darkpath Hiro and Tadashi to give each other a nice hug andIdotoo, so there we go. That’s happened now. (And knowing Tadashi he won’t let go for a little while)

[linkedin-offficial]

collars of the colony

members of the colony werent always naked and bare in their prides regard. most of them used to wear reminders of their housekeepers and people, like the common housecat. it was normal to wear these reminders, like a tag, so others knew where you belonged.

not everyone agreed with these reminders, however. cats like jax and zooble felt annoyed by these restraints. jax wore none at all, as even the thought of being confined to such a small place made him seeth with rage. he loved his people, sure, but the idea of a grounding tag like this was too much. zooble on the other hand, tolerated such restraining reminders in the guise of their people, tossing it away when they werent. they knew they were smart. their housekeepers were the type to allow their presence to be outside the boundaries of their home. zooble knew they were lucky for this opportunity, and used it sparingly.

other cats on the other hand held onto their reminders longer than the average cat. cats like kaufmo and queenie felt that without such a reminder, the memory of their people would fade away into nothing. and how could such a cat let this happen? without housekeepers like theirs, theyd truly be nothing but more feed for speeding cars upon the darkpaths. theyd been given food, a home, and love. to throw away such a reminder was like throwing away a piece of themself.

of course, when it due time, queenie was the only one who couldnt seem to bare the burden of finally letting go. kaufmo eventually finally gave in, but he vowed to never let his memories of his people fade away. his vow and queenie's denial however, was not enough to save them from the dangers that demanded change, and dangers that soon lie ahead.

[cthulhus-rambles]

The tin roof underneath Sparklight was still warm from the sun, though the sky was now painted red as nighttime crawled closer. It was quiet up there, which is why the boy was sprawled out there, eyes shut to the crimson sunset as he focused on the chill of air in his lungs, grounding him. The city down below went on with its life as always.

At least up here he couldn’t hear the whispers.

Couldn’t see the prying gazes, or people talking behind their hands.

Or worse yet, looking at him with such pity it made him want to punch something.

His eyes fluttered open to stare at the clouds drifting along above him, blinking away the water that had formed in them. It was stupid, really. Stupid of him to accept that interview. Stupid to find the interviewer attractive. Stupid to go along with her sweet smiles and cheeky flirting.

Stupid to reciprocate.

They’d been the talk of the city when they got together - Sparklight and Daniella; superhero and reporter. The city called them the “real-life Superman and Lois Lane”.

He didn’t remember Superman finding Lois in a back alley, lips pressed together with some jerk footballer, though.

He, uh, might’ve made a bit of a scene. Though really, who could blame him. He’d never felt that angry - that betrayed - in his whole life.

The news reports said the solar glare was visible from the ISS. Sparklight was inclined to believe them.

They were fine, of course. He’s no killer no matter how upset he is. He certainly gave them a scare though, wresting the two apart while light flowed from every pore. Daniella had tried apologising but he wasn’t there to listen to apologies. Instead he just shoved her away as she tried to snake her arms around his neck. The footballer - he was sure he’d heard his name at some point but he didn’t want to dignify the jerk by remembering it - had tried to sneak away while he was distracted, but he didn’t get far. Sparklight took him out in one punch.

(And if the guy was left with a little burn on his face where Sparklight’s fist had connected, well that was really on him for trying to sneak away in the first place)

Of course, things like that didn’t go unnoticed. Especially not when you are literally glowing. It didn’t take thirty minutes for the footage some passersby took to end up all over the news. People were distraught - their favourite couple, broken up.

Sparklight wanted to scoff. They didn’t really care about what he was feeling. They were just upset they had no “perfect couple” to fawn over anymore.

And so he ended up on his favourite roof, as the sky began turning dark and the lights started to switch on throughout the city. Sure he could’ve gone home, gotten changed out of his supersuit and pretended everything was normal, but he’d still have to listen to people talking about it all. His roommates would, no doubt, have plenty of opinions to share.

So instead he simply sat on a slowly cooling roof. He sent a quick wave of heat through the metal to warm it back up again, and shut his eyes.

Only for them to snap open a few seconds later at the familiar sound of boots thudding down onto the metal. Acting on instinct he pushed himself to his feet, spinning to face his enemy behind him, hands alight.

Darkpath stared at him, eyes wide. The shadows around him flickered nervously as he raised his hands in surrender.

“I’m not in the mood for another fight.” Sparklight warned. “And if we do go again I’m not sure how well i can keep myself from burning your face off.”

Darkpath grimaced.

“No fight.” He promised. “I’m not that much of a dick.”

Sparklight’s eyebrow twitched up in disbelief for a second, but something in Darkpath’s tone made him want to trust the villain. He slowly shifted to a more neutral stance, though his hand still shimmered with light.

“Is that a shopping bag?”

Darkpath grinned.

“Its for you. Here, take it.”

Sparklight reached out and cautiously grabbed the plastic - really Darkpath? - bag and glanced inside.

Wine bottles? And ice cream? And… two fresh cheeseburgers? What even…

“I hope you like white.” Darkpath chuckled awkwardly. “Google didn’t give me much advice on which type of wine to bring.”

Sparklight’s eyebrow did raise at that.

“You… googled this?”

“Look man I’ve never had to comfort someone through a breakup before, I don’t know what to do.” Darkpath sighed. “Google said wine, ice cream, and junk food was the way to go.”

Sparklight regarded him for a few seconds, but he only saw sincerity and a bit of embarrassment on his face. Sighing he sat back down on the roof and pulled out the cheeseburgers, holding one out to his rival. Darkpath accepted it and sat down too, keeping a careful gap between them.

“The press would have a field day with this.” He chuckled. “The villain and the hero eating cheeseburgers together.”

“Yeah well, they’re already having a field day.” Sparklight grumbled through a mouthful of burger. Goodness was he glad he opted for a mask that didn’t cover his mouth.

“Yeah I, uh. I saw.” Darkpath winced. “I’m sorry… dude?”

The awkwardness startled a laugh out of Sparklight, which in turn made him start choking on some lettuce. Darkpath looked panicked for a moment before he started patting his enemy on the back. Once the lettuce was dislodged Sparklight laughed again.

“You know if someone is choking, you gotta actually put some force into it right? Those back pats wouldn’t crush a fly.”

Darkpath spluttered at that. “Well I’m sorry for not using my superhuman strength to break your back whilst you were choking. Jeez I don’t know why I even bother.”

He did look relieved now that the choking had stopped though.

Sparklight just sighed amusedly and went back to his burger, the silence between them not uncomfortable, Darkpath now sat a little closer, having moved over to ‘help’ him stop choking. It was actually… kinda nice, just the two of them sat there. It made his chest ache. He scrunched the burger wrapper up and tossed it off the roof, grabbing a bottle of wine and opening it, taking a long swig before offering it to the villain beside him.

“Why did you come?” He asked quietly as his nemesis put away far too much of the wine for one chug.

Darkpath wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and shrugged, handing the bottle back. “Dunno.”

“Insightful.”

Darkpath shoved the hero’s shoulder jokingly. They were still a little on edge around each other but seemed to be relaxing a little. “Seriously though man I don’t know. I guess… I saw you on those videos on the news and you just looked so… broken?” He paused to collect his thoughts and glanced sideways at Sparklight. The hero just looked at him, no malice, just curiosity, as if he was genuinely interested in why Darkpath was here. Darkpath lay back on the roof, staring at the couple of stars that were starting to flicker through the encroaching darkness. There was silence for a while.

“I had a girlfriend once.” Darkpath whispered, half hoping his companion wouldn’t hear. Unfortunately for him he heard the sound of Sparklight’s clothing ruffling as he twisted round to listen. “Back when I was just a civilian.” He clarified. “We were together for about three years. Y’know, I actually told my parents she was the one. They loved her too. Told me they were glad I’d made such a good pick. We spent nearly every day together.”

There was a long pause, and Sparklight felt the need to ask, “What happened?”

Darkpath sighed, heavy. “One day one of my friends told me he’d seen her with another guy. I didn’t want to believe it at first but… he showed me the photos he had. Pretty hard to deny it when there photographic evidence of her trying to get in another guys pants huh? I confronted her about it but…” another sigh. “She denied it until I pulled out the photos. Then she accused me of stalking her.”

“Well crap.” Sparklight breathed out as Darkpath pushed himself back up into a sitting position. “Did you…?”

“We broke up.” Darkpath confirmed. “If the cheating wasn’t bad enough the way she turned on me was. Look my point is it devastated me. And I saw that same look on you. I know that we’re mortal enemies and all that but…” He turned to look Sparklight in the eyes. “I guess I didn’t want you to go through the same thing alone.”

“I’m not-“

“Alone? Yeah. That makes sense.” Darkpath shrugged. “I guess I just felt like you’d appreciate having someone around who understands. I can, uh, I can go though. If you’d prefer.” He made to stand up but Sparklight stopped him.

“No actually it’s… I’d like you to stay.”

“Oh- okay then.”

He sat back down and the two of them hung their legs over the edge, sharing the wine. The night dragged further on, but Darkpath pushed the shadows away and Sparklight made the light from the stars illuminate them just enough that they could still see as they started breaking in to the ice cream. They talked as they ate, slowly growing more and more comfortable with each other. As the night drew on Sparklight grew more and more tired, until eventually he slumped sideways, head finding security in the crook of Darkpath’s neck. It was unexpected, but Darkpath found he had no reason to complain, instead pulling the shadows to envelop them away from the potential prying eyes of the press, bringing his own head to rest upon Sparklight’s.

[black-metal-artists]

Founded in 2018 in Gdańsk, Poland, the black metal band Funeral Mass began their journey with the EP Cold Winds of Desolation. In August 2019, they released their debut full-length album, At the Crossroads of Dark Paths. The momentum continued with the self-released Forgotten Kingdoms of the North in 2020. After a brief period of partial inactivity, their third album, Shadow of the Raventhrone, was unleashed in December 2022 via Brazil’s Marquee Records. The band is now preparing to record their next album. Squad: Kamil Żerański - Guitar/Vocal Eryk Stram - Guitar Jerzy Wieliński - Bass Grzegorz Białkowski - Drums Links: https://www.metal-archives.com/bands/Funeral_Mass/3540446807 https://funeralmass.bandcamp.com/album/shadow-of-the-raventhrone https://www.instagram.com/funeral_mass_metal/ https://www.facebook.com/FuneralMassMetal #FuneralMass #BlackMetal #PolishMetal #GdanskMetal #ColdWindsOfDesolation #AtTheCrossroadsOfDarkPaths #ForgottenKingdomsOfTheNorth #ShadowOfTheRaventhrone #MarqueeRecords #ExtremeMetal #RawBlackMetal #UndergroundMetal #MetalCommunity #BlackMetalArt #MetalArchives #MetalBand #MetalMusic #BlackenedArt #Metalheads #DarkPaths #MetalUnderground

[visionsoflightanddark]

Light and Dark Paths

All those who are dark once succeeded in the light. They were the best students, healers, and yogis. So when people fail at light thinking darkness is easier, that's false. Only after success in light the dark path is optional.

Those who walk the dark path have a highly interesting story by succeeding in both. I never chose the darkside, only understanding it.

[enyairl]

Troubled Dreams

Summary: Seeking solace in the Undercroft after restless nights, she finds Ominis consumed by guilt and profound grief over Sebastian's escalating obsession and Anne's suffering. Their raw conversation exposes Ominis's self-reproach for enabling Sebastian, while her, grappling with her own complex feelings towards Sebastian, clings to the fragile hope of the twins' connection to guide him back from the brink.

Word Count: 950 words

The heavy oak door of the Undercroft creaked open, the sound echoing in the cavernous space. A wave of cool, damp air washed over her, carrying the scent of old stone and something else, something... raw. She stepped inside, her eyes, still adjusting to the dim light, scanning the familiar surroundings. After multiple sleepless nights, the Undercroft, with its hidden corners and sense of ancient secrets, seemed like the only place that might offer a strange comfort, or at least solitude.

She found Ominis near the back, seated on a low stone bench, his head bowed. Even from a distance, she could sense the tension radiating from him, a palpable aura of distress. As she approached, she hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to breach the stillness.

"Ominis?" she said softly, her voice barely a whisper in the vast space.

He started, his head snapping up. His usually composed face was... different. His eyes, though sightless, seemed to hold a deep, unshed grief, and his cheeks were slightly flushed.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. "Is Sebastian here too? Are you back into the Pensieve?"

"I thought I made it clear I'm not getting into that damned thing again," Ominis sighed, his voice heavy with weariness, not sharp. "And no, he is not here. He left the second I arrived, said he was done for the day, but to be honest, I don't believe him."

She approached Ominis with caution, her gaze searching his face. He was clearly bothered, tense, and defensive.

"What are you doing here?" he asked her back, his voice rougher than usual, a hint of accusation in his tone.

"I... I was looking for somewhere quiet, I just couldn't sleep…" she replied, her gaze searching his. "Are you alright? You look..."

"I'm fine," he interrupted, turning his head away. "Just allergies. The dampness in here."

She frowned, unconvinced. "Ominis, you've never had allergies, especially not in the Undercroft."

He sighed, the sound heavy and defeated. "It's nothing, really."

She persisted, her voice gentle but firm. "It doesn't sound like nothing. Is it... is it about Sebastian?" She knew how close they once were, how Sebastian was, besides Anne, Ominis's only real friend. But since Sebastian came back, she'd noticed their friendship wasn't the same. They seemed more distant, almost broken. Poppy had subtly taken Sebastian's place as Ominis's constant companion, and Sebastian, in turn, seemed to have replaced Ominis with the Pensieve. The thought of their fractured bond, and the new, unsettling distance, weighed heavily on her.

Ominis hesitated, his jaw working silently for a moment. "Yes," he admitted finally, his voice low. "Sebastian is... one of the things. But it's not just him." He took a shuddering breath. "I knew this would happen. I knew he would obsess over those memories, get lost in his obsessions again. I warned him. I warned myself." His voice cracked, raw with self-reproach. "But I was selfish. My own desperate desire to have Anne back... the thought that a cure might be in those fragments... I let him. I gave him the flask. I allowed him to dive back into that madness."

She waited, sensing the new, profound layer of guilt in his words.

The raw anguish in Ominis's voice, his desperate fears for both Anne and Sebastian, hit her with the force of a physical blow. A pang of guilt twisted in her gut, heavy and cold. She was still confused about her feelings towards Sebastian, a confusing mix of anger and fear since the battle at Rookwood Castle. She remembered his rage, his attack, but she had tried to understand his frustration, his desperate need for a solution for his sister. She thought about herself: if she had someone as important as Anne in her life, she would probably do the same, and that's the only reason she had enabled Sebastian in his consuming research. But now, hearing Ominis's pain, the thought of losing her friend to that same darkness, to that consuming obsession, knowing he would be giving up everything just to find a cure for his sister, twisted her insides with a cold dread.

"I miss Anne," he said, the words barely audible, thick with a renewed, aching grief. "So much. And I'm... I'm terrified. What if she's truly gone, and we're just chasing shadows? What if Sebastian... what if I lose him too? To that darkness? To that obsession?" His voice trailed off, the unspoken fear hanging heavy in the air. "You've seen him when he's consumed by something, haven't you? What he did to Solomon... what he almost did to you. I wonder if you'd even be here if it wasn't for Anne's interruption. He's not the same when he gets into that madness for Anne's cure. He barely eats, barely sleeps, he pushes us away. And for what?" He asked, his voice thick with despair. "We don't even know if Anne is still alive. The other day, I sensed her... she was so weak… so fragile… it seems like her flame was extinguishing... I just... I don't know how much more her fragile body can endure."

She stepped closer to Ominis, her heart aching for his pain. "He told me," she said softly, "that twins have a... a connection. That he would know if she wasn't..." She couldn't bring herself to say the word.

Ominis turned back to her, his expression a mixture of disbelief and a desperate hope.

She continued, "I know it sounds... strange. But he was adamant. He said he could feel her, that she was still... there." She paused, then added, "I think that's the only reason I'm not completely losing my mind right now," she confessed, her voice a fragile whisper. "And yes, I'm angry with him too, Ominis. For leaving, for not telling us, for putting us all through this, for hurting himself. But that connection he spoke of... that's our hope. That's what we have to hold onto. That's what will bring him back."

The anger was a shield, she knew, a way to keep the fear and the grief at bay. But seeing Ominis so vulnerable, so raw with emotion, chipped away at that shield, revealing the fragile hope beneath.

[titansnacks]

My innocent looking dark urge Tav, who would have expected this sweet human to be the chosen?

#durge #darkurge #darkurgebg3 #human #bhaal #bhaalspawn #isobel #BG3 #baldursgate3 #mindflayer #alfira #blackout #antihero #chosen #orin #elderbrain #evil #darkpath

[noellarosevox]

#ADDICTION ✨😵😵‍💫🤒💥 I think this brilliant prose was casually uttered for a YouTube video but it struck me so hard and stuck with me deeply. 💫 I Googled it to be sure and (found nothing) it seems to be the original words of “CJ the X” from YT ( @cjthex ). ⚡️ Eloquent! Inspiring…. ✨ Thank you. Check out the weird, brilliant channel of this madly poetic energy-swirl of a person! #CJtheX #quotes #quote #youtuber #inspiration #darkpath #enthralled https://www.instagram.com/p/CZadE_KsQM0/?utm_medium=tumblr

[femme-fatale96]

[skysensei07]

List of my AUs

This is a list of ideas i have.

Lego 2K Drive Apocalypse: an AU where Shadow Z wins The Sky Cup Grand Prix, which is where things take a dark turn. [Link to the story]

Mercs along the Darkpath: The mercs from TF2 end up in the Darkpath!AU (originally made by @runescratch) where they must fight against both Yama's gang as well as Hiro's team, as well as some other adversaries they come across. [Link to the story]

Oogie Boogie: The Pumpkin king: an AU where Oogie wins the title of the Pumpkin King, instead of Jack. (yet to flesh out)

NSR: Screen Nexus Titans: Mayday & Zuke must fight against SNT and its artists in order to prove that NSR is good enough to run Vinyl city. [Link to the story]

The Circus of Nowhere: an AU where Courage is adopted by pomni, who now lives alongside the other characters of Caine's household. all the while trying to bring an amusement park back into the limelight. (yet to flesh out)

Sally: The Holiday Wanderer: Inspired by a post made by @thetownwecallhome. Sally runs away from Halloween Town and now lives among the other holiday worlds, hopping from town to town as well as learning how the other holidays work. (currently in progress)

Jenny & Clank: inspired by MLAATR Creepypasta "Jenny gets Trashed". this AU is Set after the creepypasta's story, where Jenny is now living in the junkyard rummaging through scrap as she tries to survive. but it isn't long until Clank crash lands in the same Junkyard jenny is in, soon, she gets involved in an even bigger scheme, one that might give vexus a run for her money. (in progress)

Villain Ember: What happens when someone has had enough of the discrimination, the pressure, and the fact that your family's shop is about to shut down. then combine it with the all-powerful blue flame, well let's just say the result is not good. (in progress)

Leader Ennui: Who knew that the laziest and most apathetic emotion would actually be the most competent and hardworking one of all. set after the Hockey Camp incident, Ennui takes command as the new head emotion, watching over everything in headquarters all the while ensuring everyone here felt important, including Sadness and anxiety. one year later, Joy, Fear, Anger & Disgust finally return from the back of the mind…but they're not the same as before. (In progress)