#cursed ones

[kidddcaptain]

Charak you should have stayed hidden.

Byrons eyes darted around the streets trying to follow the streaks of black left by Charaks eyes as he flew from the wall of one building to another, tracing a triangle around the Byron. He knew Charak was strong but this? Achieving this speed? It was beyond the word strength it was an unimaginable level of power but that was of no consequence there was no way this spider would leave this makeshift arena unsquashed.

Air crashed into his face as Charak flew behind him. Byron knew what was happening, Charak was a hunter and he was getting used to the hunt again, he is trying to lengthen the hunt. He was having fun. Overcome by embarrassment cloaked in rage Byron let lose a roar so loud it echoed down the desolate streets and threw a punch the ruptured the concrete and tarmac that he alone stood on. The sudden tremor travelled to the building on Byrons right side, shaking its foundations as the ground beneath it tore open to swallow it whole. This sudden change in landscape forced Charak to stop his movement completely and reassess the situation, this was his chance he could end this with one punch all he needed was to get closer; focusing all his magic in his legs he had, before Charaks eyes had even closed to blink, appeared before him fist raised high above his head. This was it! He was going to win!!

His fist came to a sudden stop.

Skin.

Charak had done the impossible, he stopped Byrons punch well before it even began.

"Look Byron was it? There is no way in hell you win here and let me show you why" Charak adjusted his grip on his prey, moving his hand from the fist to the wrist and yanked him forwards. What happened next could not have been anticipated by anyone, Charaks teeth gouged Byrons face and tore his check off. Reflexively Byron threw a punch as strong and as fast as he could bolstered by every ounce of magic his curse allowed him. The information processed backwards, first Byron felt the ground destroyed from his punch, he then realised the strange lack of viscera between his hand and the ground, he then realised Charak was no longer in front of him.

Breath.

Byron whipped around and bore witness to what really killed his family. The wild animal that possessed the spider queens curse. The creature that left only their skulls behind. Charak the one being in this fight no one lived to question.

"What? You seem afraid. Weren't you told? The spider queen was a cannibal god, she ate the fearless wolf and the prideful boar, remind me whose curse do you bear?" At that moment Byron felt his strength leave. His curse was broken pride no longer carried his strength fear stole that job.

"Please" His voice trembled, he did not care "I no longer hold the boars curse! You do not have to do this!"

Charaks black eyes seemed to cast a shadow of their own one that conveyed pure distain "You see most of the time I would agree, but you came to me after my leaving was announced to try kill me while I was weakened. You were a coward through and through and now you're a human. So out of the three things I see no value in you have ticked two of those boxes, a coward and a human without a curse. You will be a pitiful meal but a meal none the less" Four arms grasped Masakis face and brought it within an inch of Charaks "Shall we share a kiss?"

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[noknowshame]

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

[nardacci-does-art]

I meant to draw this back when I did this other doll comic as another side, to show a doll that had been cared for instead of abused, but somehow I wasn't able to finish it till like 10 minutes ago, anyway I did it *confetti*

[wtaffy]

PERSEUS-

[foundfamilywhump]

being aromantic and into whump is like. shoutout to whump for being a great opportunity to engage with stories about intimacy and vulnerability and powerful emotion and physical interactions with other people and intense relationships that are not presumptively based in romance. what would i do without you.

[aceofstars121]

I made the guys in the style of the cursed etho skizz built

Bonuses!

Cursed skizz (my first attempt)

Etho but if I built him the same way I built the other guys if that makes sense

Me for fun (:

[gojosbf]

"Give me back my boyfriend"

"I don't know what you're talking about"

[kidddcaptain]

Charak, where have you been?

Charak had been using his cane for a year now, it served two purpose: one its intended use and two it served as a sign for any self respecting cursed human that he had left that world and that his sister was now at the head of that world.

The mistake he made was assuming all people within that world was self respecting. A mistake that made itself apparent at the same time a white suite being pushed to its limits by muscle blocked his path. Inconvenient but nothing that wouldn't take longer than an hour, the suit did not need to speak it was obvious this was a duel, curse vs curse.

"I am sure you know why I am here, I challenge you for your spot in the eternal fight."

"I gave up my spot dip shit go fight my sister, I get it the mandibles are scary but you'll get used to it." Charak smirked showing off fangs, a final warning.

"Do not insult me I am far stronger than that pitiful replace-" Charak raced forward and threw a a punch at 50% cutting off the large mans speech as the air was banished from his lungs "It seems that you are still adept with your abilities despite a year of cowardly hiding"

"Enough. The first law of the eternal fight states both cured humans reveal the terms of their curse, challenger first."

"My curse comes with my name 'Masaki Byron, pride is your sin you shall indulge in it uncontrollably. At its height it will strengthen you beyond all measure and it will lead to the end of your family line'."

"My curse states 'may the first born child inherit the spider goddesses form, power and magic. They will be able to take on any one or all of her characteristics but if they do not take on a characteristic one a day their body will weaken'." With introductions out of the way Charak let magic flood him for the first time in a year and a half, he felt the spirit of the spider queen and smiled. It was good to see her again in all truth he had missed fighting. His knees were still working through the years depraved of magic are not at the same level as the rest of his body.

A flash of white fabric filled his eyes and he reflexively guarded the side of his head with his arms strengthened by basic magic, It would still hurt though, this Byron guy had to be at least seven feet tall maybe seven foot three inches? Plus his arms were wider then Charaks entire torso. His arms bent the bones where close to shattering and he moved, it was only half an inch to the left but it was more than he would have moved back in his prime. two large hands grabbed both sided of Charaks body. "You're strong I wasn't able to go all out even with your brother," The hands at his sides tightened forcing the ribs to splinter "Haha, I knew it that weird samurai cosplayer was the only one you had left. Well you're gonna meet him soon"

Charaks knees felt like they had finally adjusted. His foot flew up with such speed and force that when Masakis head was thrown back his grip loosened and he had to step back, Charak took a deep breath in and pushed out with his forearms breaking free of the freakish hands attached to the suit. He jumped back and dropped onto his hands and feet, then in one sudden and startling motion two more arms sprouted from Charaks armpits.

[stephofromcabin12]

Apollonough ☀️

Buy me a coffee! ☕️

[paincaat]

the cursed nun cat alastor agenda continues

[theonewhowails]

cult trait: good die young

[attyattlaw]

i couldve done literally anything else with my night but the law muse has possessed me and now its 11pm

[abbeyofcyn]

I'm experimenting

[circuscountdowns]

can u tell how my joke doodle about how I tank damage instead of dodging got away from me