ligawolfcosplayandarts · 2 years ago
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Gascoigne x Oc comic.
Because he deserves happiness and someone who will help him to heal. Also his daughters need someone since Gascoigne is blind. Still kicking assss. Just can't do some things due no eyesight 😔
Oc's name is Lily. She's another hunter who managed to smack some sense in Jumbo sized sad dad's brain after he lost wife (I believe in Yharnamite theory, who took Viola's life and he chopped that guy with an axe as we see in cutscene)
There's some comic of them when they just started courting.
P. S. Gascoigne with freckles headcanon slaps. He's jumbo sized Irish man after all. He looks cute with freckles.
Also Headcanon of him being extremely affectionate and once Lily helped him overcome and beat beasthood, he became more sensible in hunts and didn't go overboard. He stuck around her when she needed assistance
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It's low effort comic since I have little next to no talent, but I had to get it finished. Won't stop drawing regardless.
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redzombie · 7 months ago
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@starrythroat i am absolutely in love with vyke x radagon au so here is my small contribution
there is a theory that marika's|radagon's scarseal|soreseal are their actual eyes (since their in-game models seem to not have any)
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secteel · 8 days ago
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More Micolash
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drunken-ender-art · 6 months ago
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Good Huntress Luz
As an energetic, peppy but rather socially awkward child often in her own world full of witches and adventure, Luz was unsure where to go next after a rather unfullfilling and uneventfull highschool... in the end, attracted by its diversified program, from more othodox subjects like history and biology, to classes on occultism and astrology; and by the location itself: Salem, Massachussets, away enough from Connecticut for a change of air but not too much far to remain close to family, she signed up for the Byrgenwerth University.
She was surprise to discovered that two of the most esteemed students, two brothers, originated from her own hometown.
It was during a challenge with other students that she discovered a decrepit crypt beneath the mansion of the campus; a tomb designed to hide a flask full of a strange, dense liquid... it was another challenge that made her drink the entire thing... and thus, the nightmare begin.
"Dang kid... I saw folk going crazy over some blood but this is absurd..."
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Now transported into another world and infected with the wretched blood, her only salvation is also her wildest dream come truth: an infusion of Titan Blood and a spark of magic.
Under the wing of a mysterious old magic Huntresses living in a ghostly house, she's harmed and ready to get herself more Titan Blood and finally become the witch she always dreamed of... what's the problem if she'll have to hunt, kill and drain a bunch of monstrous creatures to do so? She has issues to work through after all.
"Look kiddo, you can't learn magic, you either have it in your blood or not... lucky you, we go crazy for infusions 'round here!"
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The weapons of an Huntress.
The traditional way to hunt Beasts is with a combination of cold steel and firearm, in this case: a meter long serrated bat equipped with a mechanism that release the teeth turning it into a giant serrated whip, accompanied by a shotgun loaded with quicksilver.
All made by the Clawthorne Workshop, a once famous and higly sought after workshop that is said to be around since the Scourge of Beasts ever began and set off the standard for beasts' hunting all over the Boiling Isles.
The Workshop is now in ruin and abandoned... something Luz doesn't fully understand since she lives there and it's still operational, even if run by a single individual... it's also fair to say that her own mind often seems to not work right since arriving on the Isles, especially in the few occasions where she sleep.
"Dreams? Oh sure kiddo... you could say I'm 'livin the dream' right now..."
Soft rework/repost of my first Owlborne post, now with added text, a new sketch and improved framing to help it blend in with the Amity and Belos' post.
Mostly about Luz's specific journey with a soft lore for how Eda and the Owl House itself fits in with the world.
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crocodile-i-guess · 5 months ago
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Alexander Anderson, Bloodborne au edition.
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Alexander Anderson, current Church Hunter of the Iscariot Workshop and former Executioner in the campaign against the Vilebloods. He has been with the Healing Church since the beginning due to his absolute faith in the divine power of the Old Blood. It is the excessive imbibing of this Old Blood that has allowed him to become the Healing Church's most powerful weapon against beasts and heretics alike.
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Weilds the Blades of Mercy and throwing knives as his main weapons. Uses no firearms.
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solarkindred · 7 months ago
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3 am thoughts with solar;
ORV but it’s hit game Bloodborne. Kdj becomes the moon presence and yjh is his pact bonded 👍
Its. Mostly just a joongdok/dokjoong au… but with lore and immense heartbreak. And feelings that neither men are willing to confront really.
Kdj uses an arcane build and yjh uses a dex/strength build. Yjh has been there longer. He’s seen shit. He’s definitely got more insight by the time kdj gets but its not enough to see the amygdalas. Then shit gets real when kdj gets a little too curious…
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blood-loss-bullshit · 9 months ago
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Henlo and welcome to my Bloodborne shipping blog for Bloody Crow x Maria (CrowFeather)!
Since Bloody Crow has no revealed name, I headcanon his name is Malphas (I Label him Sir Malphas cuz he's a dashing knight ⚔️).
Since I'm kind of a (blood)sucker for vampire romance, I decided to ship Vileblood x Vileblood.
Well, if ya hate it, don't harass me. It's a YOU problem!
HAPPY SCROLLING!
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jugemusequencer · 1 month ago
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nightmare blunt rotation
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mmmgoodart · 4 months ago
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(Pinned Post)
Welcome
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Creature of the void who arts periodically, so you can refer to me as Astel or Void. No matter how long I'll been here, I will still be confused, in a constant state of being unable to comprehend ✨
Current Brain Rots (will vary, subject to change):
Hollow Knight
Rain World
Bloodborne
Pretty much all modern Fromsoftware games (Demon's Souls and onwards)
Tags (this list might get long and some are self explanatory)(will add more/edit, probably):
#void art -- all art I've made
#void reblog -- all reblogs I've made
#void talks -- all text posts I've made
#void answers -- responses to asks I've received
#void oc -- my little skrunklies
(More info below!)
(Hollow Knight Tag and Sub-tags):
#hollow knight -- all related to HK
#celestial twins -- all to do with Grimm and Radiance (I will die for this headcanon)
#pale siblings -- children of Pale King
#mantis siblings -- Mantis Lords and Traitor Lord
#[insert character] hk -- about a specific HK character
#hollowborne AU -- Hollow Knight Bloodborne crossover AU
#yharnam bugs -- also used for the crossover AU
#Pyromaniac Parents -- anything that contains both Artificer and Grimm
(Rain World Tag and Sub-tags):
#rain world -- all related to RW
#iterators -- all about the Iterators
#scugs -- all about the Slugcats
#[insert character] rw -- about a specific RW character
#rain world oc -- my Rain World skrunklies
#Pyromaniac Parents -- anything that contains both Artificer and Grimm
(Fromsoftware Tags):
#fromsoftware -- all related to Fromsoftware
#software siblings -- AU-headcanon-thingy where all the protags of each game are siblings (starting from Demon's Souls and going onward)
#[insert game] -- about a specific game
#[insert character][insert game] -- specific character from specific game
#hollowborne AU -- Hollow Knight Bloodborne crossover AU
#yharnam bugs -- also used for the crossover AU
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writing-time-bitches · 5 months ago
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Chat should i write about the au(?, alt. timeline??) i made for the submas Twin Dragons au
I get to write about my little guys and how shit happened… and boy is there a lot of shit thats happened.
Or, i write about this fromsoft/soulsborne crossover i have recently hatched in my brain that consists mostly of memes and non-concrete ideas. The “main” universe is in elden ring btw with all dark souls games and bloodborne thrown in(im not confident in my ability to write the other games like sekiro)
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ligawolfcosplayandarts · 2 years ago
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Bloodborne musical instrument headcanons:
Alfred: Organ
Eileen: Piano & drums
Gascoigne: Singing & Violin
Micolash: Opera singing
Djura: Accordion and harmonica
Henryk: Accordion
Valtr: Chello
Lady Maria: Violin
Gehrman: Violin & Chello
Bloody Crow of Cainhurst: Bass Guitar
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skvaderarts · 2 years ago
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Elden V Chapter 4: The Weeping Peninsula
Chapter 4: The Weeping Peninsula
Note: Sooo… DLC, HU?! Please be a Miquella DLC. Please Be a Miquella DLC. Please be a Miquella DLC. Or a Godwin DLC. Or both. I would love that. PLEASE. I’m patient. I can wait. Just give me what I what, FromSoft!
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I was wholly and utterly unprepared for what awaited me when I exited Sellen’s chamber.
As soon as I left her presence, I started down the road, headed south as planned. And as I did so, I crossed a stone bridge that I have crossed on several occasions with little to no resistance on the part of the locals. But this time was different. This time as I approached the center of the bridge, out from the shadows as if manifested by the night itself appeared an impossibly massive black horse covered in a flowing black cloak. It easily made five of Torrent, and its rider was an equally imposing knight in jet-black armor, their silence as foreboding as their stature was intimidating. I… am not accustomed to feeling so very small, but the two of them easily sat at a height of around fifteen to twenty feet tall from the ground. I may be overestimating that as a result of the head trauma I suffered after being knocked off of my horse and onto my back on the pavement after receiving a blow from the knight’s massive black halberd (or was it a glave. I admit that my knowledge of medieval weaponry isn’t what it used to be.)
I managed to knock the rider off of his horse and do battle against him on the ground for a period of time before he resummoned his mount and came after me again on horseback. Thankfully, although thoroughly imposing, He was manageable enough once I downed him again. I managed to knock him off of his horse after a period of prolonged battle and of course after I managed to secure several minor to mild injuries in the process. But before long, I was able to deal a killing blow while he was on his back on the ground.
After that, I hauled my broken and battered body onto the back of my house and limped down the road towards the unknown, determined to make progress and stick to my original plan. I couldn’t tell you why I didn’t just stop and convalesces for the night, but I was determined to press on. Perhaps it was out of a desire to vacate the area before anything else undesirable showed up.
I can only assume that this is an enemy that patrols the shore’s edge after dark. I will be the first to admit that I do not travel after dark out of a sense of cautious foresight and the general uneasy feeling that dusk in these parts brings with it, but I was unpleasantly surprised to find that my intuition was correct. So very correct.
I encountered a caravan along the road that I’d seen a few times prior. They don’t seem to make much progress in regard to reaching their destination, but perhaps the same could be said about myself, so I cannot make any judgments. Regardless, I continued down the way that they’d come from until I came upon a bridge and was almost immediately fired upon by some sort of ballista. It blew me off of my horse and onto the ground where I only just managed to roll out of the way before the second shot fired and knocked me across the ground. I am certain that I would have been killed upon impact with the second shot should it have hit me dead on. Thankfully, Torrent was still willing to assist me and I charged through the barriers they had used to fortify their position on the bridge before they could get off another shot. I grabbed a few items along the way before escaping to the other side of the bridge to the waiting safety of the sight of grace that I am now sitting at writing this. The experience was difficult, but I am pleased to know that I had what it took to survive it, even if a considerable amount of “what it took” boiled down to extraordinary luck. I shall rest for the night and explore the region further.
Day 14
It’s pouring rain today, more so than usual. And that seems typical here.
The region I now find myself in is apparently known as The Weeping Peninsula if the map of the area I managed to snag is anything to go by. But admittedly, that is much less notable than the fact that what I can only describe as a gigantic arrow came flying at me out of the early morning fog, only narrowly missing me. It made no sound until it was upon me, and I must confess, it scared me half to death.
This is a problem. Not only because of the fact that I now know that something big enough to fire that thing at me from what must be a considerable distance exists in these parts, but because of the fact that I actually need to head that way. You see, as soon as I set out down the path that lead me here, I encountered a young woman named Irina. She was sitting on the side of the road alone next to what appeared to be a detachment of dead soldiers. She heard my approach and begged me to lend her an ear. Apparently, her father had her sent away for her protection after some sort of battle broke out at a place called Castle Morne. He’s the commander there and the creatures that are apparently called misbegotten that worked there rebelled and decided to kill everyone. 
I’m not sure I understand the specifics, but I do wonder what led her father to the conclusion that sending her away with only a few troops to protect her was a good idea, seeing as she’s blind and doesn’t seem to have any way of knowing where she’s going or the best lay of the land, to begin with. That seems… less than ideal. And highly illogical. But it is what seems to have happened.
Personally, I would have escorted her myself, but perhaps there is a reason I simply do not understand. Regardless, she asked me to deliver a message to her father, begging him to come to join her so that they can escape together. A fine plan as far as I’m concerned, and as such, I swore to bring the letter to her father at the castle. I plan to keep that promise. But before I do that, I must investigate the area. I see several structures scattered around these parts, and I am willing to bet that it would be worth my time to investigate them further.
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The sun is setting now and I have had what I can confidently call an eventful and productive day. First, I discovered that Torrent can jump up mountains by riding gusts of air. I know not how any aspect of that works or where the air even comes from since it doesn’t seem to come out of the ground, but I shall not question its utility, even if the landing and falling does make me sick and I grit my teeth each time that I do it. Hopefully, I will become more accustomed to it as time passes.
At the top of the cliff that the first gust led me to was a tower with a, let's say, peculiar little puzzle. It asked me to find 3 “wise beasts” which turned out to be… ghost tortoises. I… I’m not sure what to make of them. One was even invisible. And when I touched all three of them the door to the tower opened and I located a strange stone amulet on the top of it. I cannot explain how, but I felt my mind expand as I did so. I think I shall seek out more of them in the future. Anything that might expand my chances of surviving this inhospitable kingdom is welcome by me.
After leaving there I was set upon by a strange group of hooded worshipers who were seemingly guarding some sort of glowing purple crater. I left the second some giant, gangly creature with a large sword charged at me. What’s next, am I going to discover that extraterrestrials are real?
I found a handheld ballista in a nearby tower and another golden seed by the cliffs opposite the tower… but the most disturbing thing that I discovered was the small village at the top of the hill in the area. Everyone there was sick, even the rats. And although it sounds insane, they were doubled over holding their heads and their eyes were on fire. I wish that were simply a jest made in poor taste, but I assure you, flames came from their eye sockets, and the longer I looked at them, the more I felt my own eyes begin to sting. I also found a plant called the Eye of Yelough that apparently has something to do with this. Perhaps it can help cure it? It says it grows in areas infected by madness. All the more reason to leave, I should think. And with haste, at that. And so I did. But not before investigating the little ruined church in the center of town guarded by the biggest rat I have ever seen and hope to never see again. Within it, I discovered a parchment containing knowledge of a spell called The Flame of Frenzy. I’ve learned it and it sounds… disturbing. Perhaps I shall try to use it… 
I left there and investigated several more settlements in that area. Some were filled with more demihumans and misbegotten, while other has soldiers guarding them. But I did discover several more Sacred Tears and a flask tear that can apparently boost my golden power by increasing my affinity towards it temporarily. It shall come in handy, I’m sure. I also stumbled upon several creatures that seem to have branches growing out of them. They were shockingly nimble. Clearly not to be messed with. 
But perhaps the most interesting thing of all for me personally is the things that Melina told me about a woman named Queen Marika. She approached me at each of the churches and told me stories of her. Apparently, she divested the Tarnished people of their Grace and set them to wage war in another land. And once they died they had their grace returned and they were beckoned to return to this land to claim the Elden Ring. I do not think I fully understand what any of that means, but I believe her I shall explore this topic further to better my knowledge of it.
I then stumbled upon something fantastic. Another merchant, and this one had weapons to sell me. I perused his offerings, but something immediately caught my eye. A sword. And not just any sword. A very long sword. I was admittedly very heavy, and I am only barely able to swing it, but I decided to take the leap and purchase it anyway. After all, wielding a blade half as long as I am tall could never be a bad thing, could it? It’s apparently called a Zweihander. I feel as though I may have heard of this weapon somewhere before, but I cannot be sure. What I am sure of is that I can coat this weapon in Glintstone magic as Sellen taught me, and for the first time, I feel confident that I might actually be able to defend myself. And especially since I found a new shield laying on a cliffside nearby. And I can cast a spell on it to repel magic in a similar fashion to that of my blade. Slowly but surely it’s all coming together. A good Ash of War would be a wonderful edition, however. 
I think I could use a good night’s rest.
Tomorrow I head for that castle. I think I may be ready.
Day 15
I am proud to say that I made it through the front gate of the castle. As it turns out, there was a stone giant guarding the front of the castle, and that was the creature that was shooting the arrows. I managed to outflank it on horseback and two swings of my new blade were enough to knock the giant to the ground. I then circled around and stabbed it in the chest. It… died instantly. I think I could get used to this… 
I will head into the castle up the lift to deliver the letter to Irina’s father. And then I shall update this further. Hopefully, I make it back alive. I’m going to besiege a castle on my own, after all.
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I… 
I took the letter to her father. Past the mountains of dead bodies and rabid dogs. Past the active battles going on within the walls of the castle. Past the crazed man with the giant pumpkin-shaped helmet on his head and the misbegotten that were literally dancing on the graves of their fallen enemies. I battled through it all until the sun was low in the sky… and he told me that he could not leave, even if the castle should fall. That it was his duty. That he had to guard a sword that had been entrusted to him to make sure that it did not fall into the wrong hands. 
Personally, and to be blunt, I believe that opinion to be nothing but utter buffoonery. His duty should be to protect his blind, currently helpless daughter who is actively in danger, but I did not press the matter for it is not my place to. I did not know him. I did not wish to overstep and start a fight. It would have accomplished nothing. I decided to go looking for this oh-so-important weapon instead. Perhaps then I could persuade him. I journeyed across the rooftops and down the towers into the bowls of the castle. Past the cowering creatures who cowered away from me in fear of the whip that I found in the depths of the castle which I can only assume has been turned against them many a time in the past. Perhaps the reason for this rebellion in the first place?
And eventually, I encountered him. A humanoid creature that stood upright with a red, fiery mane that looked reminiscent of a lion. And he nearly killed me, my new blade’s slower speed working against me unless I kept the pressure on. But he wore me down and I became winded quickly. He was agile and fierce, fast and relentless, and although I managed to defeat him, he did a number on me. And with what I thought might be my very last breath I pried what I could only assume to be the sacred blade that was more important to Edgar from the creature’s hands and returned it to him. He thanked me and told me to keep it safe. I asked him if he would finally join his daughter and he told me that he would set out on the road. And after taking a short while to convalesce at a nearby sight of grace, I decided to go and check on them. To wish them well in their future endeavors. To hope for a safe departure and journey on their part.
Irina was dead.
Murdered in cold blood on the side of the road with a giant cleaver sticking out of her body with her arms bound behind her back. The same giant cleavers that the misbegotten creatures with the wings and the far too wide toothy grins on their faces had been using to chop off dead soldiers on the way to the castle. They had found her during my absence and ended her life.
Edgar was beside himself, weeping openly over her fresh corpse, kneeling in the pool of blood she’d died in. She proclaimed that she deserved better, and even without knowing her, I agree with him. So very much better. We both should have done more. I shouldn’t have taken so long, and he shouldn’t have hesitated. But now it’s too late and the kind girl I met on the side of the road is… 
He swore vengeance on her behalf, but that will change nothing. It will not bring her back. Would that even be justice? Should it have not been for our failures, I don’t believe those creatures would have killed her. Perhaps if not for their mistreatment under his command they would not have sought to harm anyone, least of all her. The hundreds upon hundreds of dead at castle Morne would not have died. This could have all ended so differently. So many lives ended, and for what?
I… I need time to think. To leave this place. I shall head to the lands beyond the Mistwood. Up opon the hillside. The road I met Bernal on seems to lead elsewhere. It should lead me far from here. I have done enough in this region. Perhaps I shall find better luck away from this place. There is nothing more that I can do here, but hopefully, I can find better luck in the East. I can’t do much worse than I did today, that much is for sure. I might have one the battle, but I think we all lost the war.
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I assure you, V, there is nothing of value to be found in the East. What happened to Irina wasn’t your fault. We all know what’s out there, and it’s not good. Learn from our mistakes! *violent shiver*. But perhaps there is something useful there. Just maybe… 
At least V is getting stronger. And he’s got a much better weapon! That’s got to count for something, even if his little noodle arms probably wish he would stop swinging the big scary Zweihander. Hehe!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I wrote it in the pitch black on my chrome book when our DAMN POWER WENT OUT IN A STORM. It’s still not on. It’s been 4 hours. I’m concerned. Damn you, Texas. Just once I wish the power would stay on when it rains in this damn state. Electricity costs way too much here for how dogshit the power grid is! Ahem… Take care, everyone! I hope your power is working and you enjoyed this chapter smh! See you in the comment section. And I’ll see you next Friday for a new chapter of Petirchor! Sorry for any mistakes Grammarly missed after the power inevitably comes back on and I get to edit this. I know there will be some. Smh. At least I got something productive done in the dark… 
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secteel · 1 month ago
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Ixoras in his head because they’re native of India teehee
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drunken-ender-art · 6 months ago
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Belos - First Vicar of the Blood Coven
Centuries ago a mysterious figure revolutionized the Boiling Isles' approach to magic... for if the Titan was the source of all magic, and its blood a vessel of its power, why not indulge in the consumption of such holy medium and ascend witchhood in the attempt to become one with magic itself...? Such is the purpose of the Blood Coven: to study and transcend the limits of magic while defending the population from a new danger, the Scourge of Beasts.
"We are born of the blood..."
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The Coven accepts any witch in its ranks, both as ruthless hunters and huntresses and as researchers for the study, refinement and administration of the Holy Medium destined to the population of the Isles. Typical motiff of the Coven's highest members is the covering of once eyes, the reasons behind such self imposed blindness is debated among the public, sparking not few rumors... from a ritualistic symbol of superiority to the idea that helps the Coven members not fall into madness from the daily horrors they fight... in few and rare occasions a peculiar set of words rumors around: "...eyes on the inside..."
"...made witches by the blood..."
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The Scourge of Beasts
While monsters and dangerous creatures of all sort are far from new on the Boiling Isles, the Scourge of Beasts is a whole new deal.
A "sickness" that affect both the body and mind of one's being and twist them into a grotuesque and horrifying blood thirsty monster, rendering them a danger for anyone in their presence, a plague that takes place almost every night, and infillibly every night of full and dark moon.
The Blood Coven was the only one dealing with them through the institution of Hunters and their own Workshop in the early days, and still does for the most dangerous beasts, but through the years they hearten secondary Workshop to fight the Scourge on a more capillar level, leading to raids and hunt parties through all the Isles and quickly, the Nights of Hunt became a central aspect of Boiling Isles' culture, the blood of the Beasts a resource to harvest and refine into a myriad of concoctions, fine cocktails and other mediums, until blood, in all of its form, became another key component of the culture... a medium to be worshiped, consumed and shared... and the Hunt a chance for young and brave witches to prove themselves while keeping the Isles safe.
Very few know the true secret behind the Scourge of Beasts, of course... and often time, the revelation is enough to break someone's mind to the point of no return...
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"...undone by the blood... Fear the Titan Blood."
Keep going with the Owl House X Bloodborne AU, this time an examination on the Plague of Beasts and the Healing Church transposed on the Boiling Isles and the Emperor's Coven.
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crocodile-i-guess · 4 months ago
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Continuing on with the Hellsing Bloodborne au (inspired by @judasiscarithot ), Sir Integra Hellsing.
Sir Integra Hellsing, head of the Hellsing Workshop. The Hellsing Workshop, founded by the Byrgenwerth scholar Abraham van Hellsing, was deemed heretical by the Healing Church due to their unorthodox experimentation and application of occult secrets. Yet her hunters continue to fight against the beastly scourge plaguing Yarnahm, aided by the eldritch power of her dream-bound servant.
Weilds the un-transformed version Ludwig's Holy Blade and the Evelynn as her firearm.
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secret-draws · 2 years ago
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https://twitter.com/ArtPrimeval/status/1594651697066147841?t=DPRlNM43Ze3h38PxWbW4iw&s=19
https://twitter.com/ArtPrimeval/status/1594649451045560320?t=DPRlNM43Ze3h38PxWbW4iw&s=19
Yay I'm alive you can all breathe. Here's some miscellaneous stuff bundled with my Kirby Bloodborne crossover comic I'm working on called Feast of Frenzy.
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