#Point:Paimos

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first encounter: paralysis

Still getting into the swing of making art, speaking of which I got into an art portfolio preparation course this year to build up my portfolio to apply to art schools!💜

Horror art taglist: @rottent33th @slaasherslut @dootys 💜💜

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Missing my girl hours, might do a silly and work on chapter 2

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God I was working on Point:Paimos chapter 2 on a roll at 2 am last night after that Lilith drawing. Still need to write her and Raphael in to this chapter or maybe I'll leave her to chapter 3 idk.

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posting this here but it's mostly setting the scene for the time being. maybe this'll help me get my ass on working on chapter 2 more

Point:Paimos

Chapter 1: Faith

1917 words, ~10 minutes read

The rain was pelting down on the rough concrete below. Erina loosely held her umbrella above her head, as she sat on a bench, waiting outside of the Church for her parents, idly twisting and twirling the handle of the umbrella in her hands. Flocks of families exited the church, many pulling up their jacket hoods or putting up their umbrellas before either returning to their cars or walking down either end of the street. She looked down and bounced her legs beneath her off-white puffy dress, which contrasted with her rich, melanated skin. A voice awoke her from her stare into the distance.

"Erina,"

Erina looked up to see her father looking down at her, standing just outside the entrance to the church. Despite not going far, her father seemed to be sweating ever so slightly, clutching his rosary tightly against his chest.

"your mother told me to let you know that she and I will be having a short meeting with some of the pastors. They want to talk about the possibility of the winery producing some custom wines to use for their sermons, remember the sample bottles we bought with us from our wine cellar?"

Erina nodded her head silently in response, glancing over at her parent's vineyard in the distance down the street behind her father.

"We'll only be gone for around an hour, maybe two or three hours at the most. Here are the keys, we won't be too long. Your mom has her keys with her, so don't worry about having to let us in. There should be money in the lockbox underneath the sink if you feel like ordering in some food. There's quite a bit of money in there, so don't go spending it all in one go."

Her father gently threw the house keys to Erina, and they landed in her lap.

"Okay," Erina stood up to kiss her father on the cheek goodbye, "Thanks, dad.  Love you, see you later."

She waved to him whilst walking away.

"See you later, alligator." Her father responded with a playful grin.

His kind and gentle face began to contort as his lips began to tremble and a tear fell down his cheek, watching his daughter depart in the distance. A completely veiled nun appeared from behind him and tapped on his shoulder to lure him back into the church, glancing behind him as he walked back into the church as tears began to flee from his tear-ducts.

Erina returned to her house, unlocking the front door and retiring her umbrella to the pot of umbrellas in the corner against the wall. She kicked off her shoes, settinf them on the floor in the hallway and retreated upstairs to her bedroom. There, she changed into a red sweater with a butterfly design embedded into the centre of the garment, black leggings, and fluffy black socks. She sat on her bed, pulled out her laptop adorned with butterfly stickers, and began to finish the last of her homework assignments.

By 10 pm that night after Erina had finished all of her coursework and her regular chores, she noticed that her parents had not returned, nor had they contacted her mobile phone. No calls, no texts, nothing.

"Maybe they're just busy overnight in the vineyard with the wines and forgot to let me know. It happens more nights than I'd like. They'll be back by tomorrow morning if anything, but they'll probably stay through to the afternoon in the vineyard." Erina comforted herself with that thought.

She retrieved her pyjamas and underwear from her walk-in closet and began to make her way to the en-suite that was connected to her bedroom. She showered and donned her royal blue silk bonnet before retiring to the comfort of her warm bed, the pattering of the rain on her window lulled her to sleep.

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Monday morning came and went, as did the drag of the school day. The sky was still a murky grey from the Sunday rain, and puddles remained in the depressions of the cement sidewalk. Erina sat on the short stone wall outside of the desolate Rynden Post-Primary Education Centre, awaiting her friend Ashley. Her knees rapidly bounced beneath her heavy boot-cut jeans, trembling slightly under the bite of the cold wind that wisped through the town. She glanced around the eerily quiet space, the wind whistling around her head as she diverted her gaze from the empty footpaths to the empty parking spaces, to missing person posters that tumbled like tumbleweeds along the road and footpath.

The main doors of the entrance to the Centre burst open.

"Hey 'Rina!!" Ashley beamed and jogged over to Erina, engulfing her in a tight embrace,

"Sorry it took so long, Mrs. Daught took forever critiquing my assignment from last week. At least she didn't do it in front of everyone and humiliate me, but I wouldn't put it past her to do it, the old crone."

Ashley had been Erina's best friend and partner-in-crime her whole life, they went to Primary school together and lived on the same street. Erina scoffed, released herself from Ashley's constricting embrace and stood up to leave.

"Let's just go, we'll do some work at my place. My parents should be back by now anyways, I think they spent the night at the vineyard again. My dad said that they had to have a meeting with some of the pastors from the church about some 'custom wines' so they were probably getting ahead of the workload there." Erina posited, walking down the footpath with Ashley.

"I hope by 'work' you mean that we get shitfaced from the wine your parents keep in the cellar because the Pinot Noirs are just DELECTABLE!" Ashley exclaimed and blew a chef's kiss.

"Ha ha, very funny," Erina said, sarcastically, "no, we'll just get some work done over a split bottle, no getting shitfaced on a Monday night. Friday? Yes, but Monday? Nahh. Have some decorum!" she jested.

Ashley cackled and swung her arm around Erina's shoulder as they continued their path to Erina's house, kicking and stepping on the loose missing person posters that littered the footpaths tumbling around her feet.

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Erina swung open her front door, "Mom!? Dad!? Are you home yet!?" she bellowed into the house. Only her voice echoed back to her.

The two girls entered the hallway, retired their shoes to the shoe rack, and walked through the entrance adjacent to the front door that lead to the dining room, setting their required equipment onto the dining room table.

"Hold on, I'm gonna go check their bedroom, they might be asleep," Erina said and took off up the stairs before Ashley could acknowledge what she said. Erina knocked on the door to her parent's bedroom, waiting a few seconds before entering quietly. The room was as her parents left it, a neatly made queen-sized bed stood across from the balcony doors. The door to the master bathroom was still ajar and empty. Her mother's crimson silk bonnet sat undisturbed at her marble vanity, her makeup disorganised from the last application, and her silk robe hung on a hook on the door of the master bathroom.

Erina felt as if all of her organs fell to the bottom of her torso all at once, and a lump announced its presence in her throat. She approached the bed, which was neatly dressed in cream satin sheets, and sat down on it, composing herself with deep breaths. Ashley had made her way up the stairs, curious as to what the silence and the absence of Erina were.

"They're not here, are they?", Ashley inquired solemnly as Erina lifted her head to face her and gently shook her head. Ashley stood at the top of the staircase, her arm on the bannister.

"I should call the church, they were last there. If not, I'll try the vineyard's number." Erina proposed. Ashley held out her arm, motioning for Erina to join her back downstairs. Erina followed Ashley downstairs and made her way to the landline that rested on the wall next to the umbrella box in the hallway. She input the number and waited for the line to connect.

"Why do you have to call the church through the landline?", Ashley queried,

"I'm not sure, my mom always said that the church doesn't accept calls from mobile devices. Something about modern technology messing up their landlines-", Erina interrupted herself as the call was picked up,

"Oh hi, it's Erina Collins, I'm Marsha and John's daughter, you know- the vintners?", she paused,

"Yeah I'm just calling to ask if anyone's seen them after they left the meeting yesterday, they still haven't come home.", she paused once more before responding,

"Okay, I'll call the vineyard, just wanted to know if someone's seen them yesterday after they left. Thanks anyway."

She hung the phone back on the landline box and turned to Ashley.

"No luck, I'll try the vineyard."

"They'll have to be there at least. Were your parents answering any of your calls last night?" Ashley asked.

"Just straight to voicemail every time."

Erina and Ashley walked back into the dining room where they sat at the dining room table, and Erina retrieved her mobile phone from the bottom of her bag. She dialled the vineyard's public number, set it to speakerphone and set the phone on the table in front of herself and Ashley. It rang for a few seconds before being picked up.

"Good evening, this is Collins Vineyard and Winery, how can I help you today?", a dead-inside cheery customer service voice answered.

"Hi, I'm Erina Collins- Marsha and John's daughter. Are they there?"

"I'm sorry love, I'm afraid they're not. They haven't been around since Saturday and haven't picked up any of our calls. Are they not at home?"

"No, they're not, that's why I called to see if they were there. Could you let me know on this number if they show up at all, please?"

"Of course love, let us know if you see them around too. Uhm, and if they don't turn up soon, just know that the winery and the vineyard are under good management, the business will continue as usual so you won't have to worry bout much on the business end unless they're gone for a long time."

"I understand. Thank you anyways."

"No worries, love"

The phone clicked, hanging up the call. Erina's legs had been vigorously bouncing up and down underneath the table throughout the call. Ashley placed her hand over Erina's laid half-closed fist under the table and began to caress her knuckles with her thumb.

"It'll be okay, 'Rina," she whispered.

Erina sat hunched over the table, her hand holding up her jaw as tears fought their way out from her glossy eyes and her lips began quivering.

"What do I do now? I can't- I can't think of anything else to do.", Her voice cracked as her palms clasped around her face, tears sliding down the outer edges of her hands.

"We should file a missing person's report of your parents.", Ashley stood up and gently ran her hand around Erina's back, taking her place in the chair next to her.

A shaky, "Uh huh." was all that was heard from Erina.

"Let's just relax for a bit before actually filing it. I'll make us some tea." Ashley walked over to the open kitchen space that was behind Erina and set the kettle on to boil.

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sketchbook of shadows introduction & dni list

💜Basic Stuff About Me

I'm 19, I mostly do digital art, sometimes I'll post some traditional art I do.

I also do some writing from time to time, usually under the 'Point:Paimos' tag or the 'My Writing' tag

I'm from Ireland🇮🇪

I'm Demisexual, biromantic and use she/her pronouns, but you can also use other pronouns, as long as I know your talking to/about me

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Gonna hold off on posting about Lillith and Mara for the time being, Ch2 of Point:Paimos will be introducing more of Raphael.

And no, I will not be shortening the title down to pp

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Okay so I’m gonna start posting my once and their background, not too much because a lot will be in Point:Paimos but anyways

Raphael

This is the most recent drawing of him nobody is allowed to look at the first one it’s criminally bad tbh

Raphael (nicknamed Raph/Ralphie) was born to a German father and Swedish mother in Rynden. This bitch is an absolute himbo, he’s 6ft 2, 19, and his birthday is November 10th. His father is a pastor in the Church of Jesus Christ. He grew up strictly Christian, and followed the Church's rituals to a T. As he got older, his views strayed further from the Church's ideals, but he could not bring himself to inform his father that he no longer wished to conform to the wishes of the Church in fear of the "punishment". He still attends the Church's surface ceremonies, although, he very hesitantly partakes in the catacombs rituals, often making flimsy, yet believable excuses as to why he cannot attend.

He’s also a volleyball junkie and is on the school’s volleyball team

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Hi, I'm currently starting a story (planning ch 2) available to read for free on Wattpad. If you like YA, horror and eldritch terror genres, please give Point:Paimos a read, and feedback is also appreciated !!

It's quite bare-bones at the moment as it's still starting and I'd like to build up the world and how my characters interact with one another solidified, but I will leave the link to the first chapter here if you would like to take a read♥️