#verse [marika's murderer]

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@coldblood-gardens

It's almost as if something had drawn him here...

There's something... off... about this particular invasion, Creighton thinks to himself as his red phantom appears at the foot of the Erdtree – in the ruins of the former capital, rubble below his feet and golden leaves landing in his hair. The once-great kingdom of Leyndell, having long since been abandoned and left to crumble, still patrolled by knights who dutifully protect their lost causes despite it all. It's an almost haunting sight, the sound of the trumpets of emissaries echoing in the distance, and the gentle stirring of branches above. It's certainly a sight to behold...

But Creighton has more important things to do than look around, and more important things to kill than time.

The search is always the best and worst part, fuelling his adrenaline like oil on a flame, sparking deadliness and threatening wildfire. He creeps around corners in search of the target – whoever the Gods decided has to die today. The search is long...

His search eventually leads him to an old building that looks... strangely familiar. Something like home, but hauntingly so, like visiting the place where one grew up after it had been long abandoned. Familiar halls, with familiar fireplaces. Familiar bookshelves adorned with familiar fabrics. It looks strangely like... the Roundtable Hold...?

No, no. Impossible. And regardless...

He's found his target.

But, hold on just a moment... he creeps closer, his axe held tight, his breathing hushed; and he realises...

"... Oh! I remember you!" He gives his position away without a care, taking a casual stance with his axe's blade pointed harmlessly towards the ground. "Albert, or somethin'. Ice witch. Hah, what a joke: looks like you're my mark..."

He says it so casually, as if he isn't about to kill the man.

(Or, at least, try to.)

He does not lower his guard – no, of course not, not when his Lord's name is on the line. But he's treating it with the casual air of one running into an old friend at the market. He shifts his weight to one side, his blade still crackling threateningly.

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Episode 143

Deadpool 2, New Challengers 1, Justice League: No Justice 2, Superman Special, Hunt For Wolverine: Claws of a Killer, Infinity Countdown: Daredevil, Mighty Thor: At the Gates of Valhalla, Quicksilver: No Surrender, X-Men Wedding Special, Flavor 1, Ether: The Copper Golems 1, A Walk Through Hell, Jazz Legend; Garfield: Vacation Time Blues, Black Mirror s4e3, News (Kamala something something, Doom Patrol to DC Online, Deadly Class first look, Eternals movie, Alfred on EPIX, Batwoman to Arrow-verse, DC/Looney Tunes, Cassandra Cain to Gotham, West Coast Avengers, Spidergeddon, Happytime Murders trailer, Predator trailer, Supergirl returns, Adventures of the Super Sons, Homecoming 2 casting)

  Comics Details:

New Challengers 1 by Scott Snyder, Aaron Gillespie, Andy Kubert, Klaus Janson, Brad Anderson

Justice League: No Justice 2 by Scott Snyder, James Tynion IV, Joshua Williamson, Francis Manapul, Marcus To, Hi-Fi

Superman Special by Peter Tomasi, Pat Gleason, Scott Godlewski, Gabe Eltaeb, Mark Russell, Bryan Hitch, Alex Sinclair, Ian Flynn, Kaare Andrews

Hunt For Wolverine: Claws of A Killer 1 by Mariko Tamaki, Butch Guice, Cam Smith, Dan Brown

Infinity Countdown: Daredevil by Gerry Duggan, Lee Ferguson, Phil Noto, Chris Sprouse, Scott Hanna, Karl Story, Matt Yackey

Mighty Thor: At The Gates of Valhalla by Jason Aaron, Jen Bartel, Ramon Perez, Matt Wilson

Quicksilver: No Surrender 1 by Saladin Ahmed, Eric Nguyen, Rico Renzi

X-Men Wedding Special by Chris Claremont, Marc Guggenheim, Kelly Thompson, Marika Cresta, Greg Land, Todd Nauck, Jay Leisten, Federico Blee, Jason Keith, Rachelle Rosenberg

Flavor 1 by Joseph Keatinge, Wook Jin Clark, Tamra Bonvillain

Ether: The Copper Golems 1 by Matt Kindt, David Rubin, Kike Diaz

Walk Through Hell 1 by Garth Ennis, Goran Sudzuka, Ive Svorcina

Jazz Legend 1 by JC Lacek, Vasco Duarte, Cristian Docolomansky

Garfield: Vacation Time Blues by

  Comics Countdown, 16 May 2018:

Gideon Falls 3 by Jeff Lemire, Andrea Sorrentino, Dave Stewart

Brave and the Bold: Batman and Wonder Woman 4 by Liam Sharp, Romulo Fajardo Jr

All-New Wolverine 35 by Tom Taylor, Ramon Rosanas, Nolan Woodard

Flavor 1 by Joseph Keatinge, Wook Jin Clark, Tamra Bonvillain

Mighty Thor: At the Gates of Valhalla by Jason Aaron, Jen Bartel, Ramon Perez, Matt Wilson

Lucy Dreaming 3 by Max Bemis, Michael Dialynas

Justice League: No Dreaming 2 by Scott Snyder, James Tynion IV, Joshua Williamson, Francis Manapul, Marcus To, Hi-Fi

Batman 47 by Tom King, Tony Daniel, Sandu Florea, Danny Miki, Tomeu Morey

X-Men Red 4 by Tom Taylor, Mahmud Asrar, Rain Beredo

Fence 6 by CS Pascat, Johanna the Mad, Joana Lafuente

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[lockawayknight]

elden ring au #looks

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🤚   for   your   character    to    guide    mine    by    touching    their     back

through a dangerous swamp? a fucked up cave?

from soft prompts [accepting!!]

It’s not exactly a polite guiding motion, and certainly not a comforting arm meant to protect during a dangerous time, but more like… something controlling. Not in a rude way, not meant to be harsh — definitely just another manifestation of Creighton’s protective instincts filtered through his many layers of impatience and agitation — but still, his fingers dig a little too deeply into Artem’s shoulder for comfort, the push and pull of dappled digits attempting to dictate the man’s movement.

But Creighton’s just worried, really. There’s fuckin’ bears in this place, after all.

Which he lets Artem know as he not-so-gently escorts him towards a narrow passageway into the darkness of the moss-lined cave. “Saw a runebear in ‘ere once. Took twenty minutes to take the damned thing down. Swear if y’sniff hard enough y’could still smell it rottin’ down there.”

He finally lets go as the corridor narrows, and they are forced to walk single file. Creighton, of course, pushes his way to the front, guiding.

Of course, it’s not what’s left of the bear that he’s guiding the both of them towards. It’s what the bear was guarding.

He’s got the place mapped out… sort of. He takes a sharp left. “This way.”

[lockawayknight]

@spellbladerogier 🔪🔪🔪

It looks as delicate as a wisp of fog; fragile, and gentle, despite the world-shattering — indeed, world-changing — cruelty it is proof of. Curved like the assassins’ knives it once imbued, intricately marked with patterns and runes, glowing faintly even against the dim torchlight of the Roundtable Hold’s balcony. Silverish-blue, feverishly cold, it’s a token of everything Rogier has been searching for.

And, currently, it rests haphazardly in Creighton’s open palm.

The once-a-knight presents the knifeprint to Rogier with little pomp nor circumstance, like someone handing over a pitiful pocketful of runes. He looks as confused as he does irritated. “This mean anythin’ to ya?”

[lockawayknight]

@hithernthither 🦋🦋🦋

You never know who your next mark will be. That’s the fun of being a Finger.

The red eye of ire dissipates as smoke around the Mohgwyn knight’s ankles, him rising slowly like a lakebound beast from the ground, fingertips dusty as he finds his footing on this foreign turf. Where did he end up this time, he wonders? Stormveil’s outskirts? Liurnia below? The plateau that looms above it all?

Eh, who cares.

Steps come quickly and quietly as the red phantom stalks through the tall grasses in search of the Finger’s target. Hopefully nearby. Hopefully a good fight. Hopefully a stranger. Hopefully…

He squints, kneeling behind a brambled shrub, finally catching glimpse of a limping figure through the light mists of the mountainside. Ruddy hair, bloody clothes, rotted-stinking flesh — almost like…

“… Oh! I remember you!” The phantom knight perks up like a sunflower, giving his position away as he stands straight and tosses his axe’s haft over his shoulder with a flicker of sparks. He snaps his fingers a few times. “Wha’ was your name? Pete? Hah, unlucky son of a bugger — y’know I gotta kill ya now, right?”

He sounds nothing short of friendly as he approaches the man with long, playfully stalking steps.

[lockawayknight]

too tired to shade this proper — been meaning to give cr8 a proper er verse outfit for a while, so here it is💕

[lockawayknight]

// anyway im never on this blog anymore but i want everyone to know that creighton is missing a finger in his er verse cus when varre did the whole finger nonsense to creighton to initiate him as a mohgwyn knight creighton could feel his body rejecting the blood Immediately and could feel it spreading so he bit his finger off before it could reach any farther than that. and varre was just kinda like. ok king that was actually kinda hardcore. so he just let it slide. fjfndndn hc of the day

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@spellbladerogier said: ❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ [sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event] (gasp maybe after creighton escapes godrick?)

from self-indulgent starters [accepting!!]

He can’t believe he’s done it.

He’s actually made it out alive.

Though the calibre of his freedom is subjective at best. He’s escaped the prison, escaped his grafting, but he hasn’t escaped the castle, and is nowhere near escaping his demons. His every limb aches with phantom pains of being severed — a fate he’d escaped, but at what cost? — itching and tingling as if they’re not meant to be part of him anymore. Guilt, he figures it must be. For letting down his Lord. For turning away from his purpose. For running in the face of the danger he had earned himself his name in.

A coward. A hypocrite. A failure.

But what else could he have possibly done?

And… just who the hell is sitting beside him, so gently speaking reassurances?

Creighton was so caught in thought, so breathless after his frantic run through the castle courtyards, he didn’t even realise he was being spoken to — that someone else was here. His first reaction, of course, upon realising he’s not alone, is to fight, legs scrambling to kick himself upright and fists clenching at the axe at his hip. Another knight, a dedicated one, it must be, he’s sure. Someone out for him. Someone who still supports the King. But instead…

Well, no. This man looks harmless.

And he’s so, so alone…

A pause, wide-eyed and panicked, like a deer staring down a hunter’s bow. But then, “S-sorry, I’m— I’m, ah…” — Gods, his voice has never shaken this badly before — “I… I’m sorry, y-you said somethin’ t’me?”

[lockawayknight]

" i'll fly straight and true! "

[lockawayknight]

@goldgraft said: ❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints

from self-indulgent starters [accepting!!]

An army of limbs climb up and over one another, as if arguing amongst themselves — alive within their own collective hivemind — which gets to undo the knight’s shackles. In the darkness of this cell, they appear almost as a hundred palm-sized spiders, each posing its pedipalps in Creighton’s face, equal parts eager and hungry. A gruesome display, all grafted skin and splinted bone, mismatched and misused beneath a transparent veil of golden glamour.

He’d gag if he knew it wouldn’t be the death of him.

But those hundreds of fingers soon loosen the shackles from around the prisoner knight’s wrists, letting the old metal fall to the ground in a pile of dull silver, rattling as it rolls by the knight’s feet. Averting his eyes, Creighton rubs idly at his wrists, the ache from the too-tight restraints far more pleasant a presence to focus on than the beast of a man before him.

But he has to lift his eyes eventually.

“You’re too kind, milord.” Steady eye contact — a steady, slate-blank stare. He’s unable to keep all the acidity out of his tone, though, despite his best efforts to pacify his disgust at seeing this monster up close. His voice is as anxious as it is irritated; as in awe as it is in horror.

Something about knowing exactly where the bodies he’s culled have gone is making him feel sick.

But hell — what is he doing? How could he be thinking such horrid thoughts about his lord — his liege, his very God? This is the man he’s been fighting for. He ought to show respect. In fact, if he does not, he’s almost certain that it will be forced from him by those same hundred little spiders as one would wring water from a dishrag.

And so he bows his head, low and gratuitous. He’d kiss the rings on Godrick’s fingers if he knew which hand to take. “What, ah… wha’s the price a’ freedom you mentioned, though?” Pause — a hundred hands, a thousand tiny fingers. He swallows dryly. “If you want my good arm, first you’ll ‘ave to help me find my horse.”

Some light humour. Who knows how the King will take it. They’re big words coming from such a little man, after all — a kitten’s mew of a demand made in the face of a lion of a God.

How pitiful.

[lockawayknight]

more elden ring au info before bed:

grandfather lothian was a knight of elden lord godfrey, and his son, creighton’s father, was raised to be a knight of godfrey’s son, godwyn. obvi that didn’t happen

when the elden ring was shattered, lothian disappeared during the outbreak of wars, and the rest of the du lothian family were exiled as tarnished. but they never forgot their original purpose: to serve the elden lord

when creighton was born, he had it beaten and drilled heavily into his head that he must serve godfrey’s lineage; and so, when he eventually found sight of grace once more and was led back to the lands between as a young lad, he quickly and blindly joined godrick’s court as a knight

once he defected from godrick, he wandered the lands between until he met varré, who quickly convinced him to serve mohg — another child of godfrey’s lineage

once a feared and notorious knight of godrick’s court, he now is a feared but mysterious finger of mohg, keeping his former identity concealed beneath a chain mask and iron helm

few random notes:

has a dappled grey destrier named partridge

CAN still see grace but doesn’t really know what it means anymore. whatever. shiny.

is missing his little finger on his right hand for invasion reasons

hates malenia as just like a Concept and would happily lay down his life fighting her in order to keep miquella in mohg’s control

has a love/hate relationship with morgott. was relatively close to him when serving godrick, but that kinda got fucky when he left and, y’know, joined his evil twin’s side of things. he still sees morgott as a mentor of sorts but unfortunately he fucked that up for himself since now morgott sees him mostly as a traitor :/

can most often be found in liurnia: at the rose church tending to the blooms, invading other worlds as a bloody finger of mohg, or enjoying shellfish with his pal big boggart

has a huge crush on varré but shhh its ok its ok

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@yellowfingcr said: What seems to be glintstone cut into the shape of a single die shimmers in the palm of the assassin. Her gloved fingers close around it; the smile she offers is long and sharp. "Alright. Pick a number between one and six. If I toss it and the result matches what you say, you win. What, you might ask! Well: that's a surprise! But I promise it won't be anything lethal. Nor a frog. And not a crab. Probably."

Which, knowing Heysel, means there is a high possibility of this “surprise” being some sort of deadly frog-crab hybrid. Because Heysel loves to lie. And she especially loves lying to her friends.

But that’s part of why he loves her.

The defected knight crosses his arms judgmentally, like a parent catching their child in a lie, weight shifting to one hip in the most chiding of poses. But a hand soon raises to tap a finger to his chin, examining her closed palm carefully, as if untrusting of the very hand itself — almost as untrusting of the woman who owns it.

If she hadn’t just shown him the die, he would assume she were holding an insect. Wouldn’t be the first time she’d excitedly presented him with a tiny scarab, after all. Wouldn’t be the tenth time, either.

“Alright, alright, I’ll bite,” Creighton says, tone heightened enough in amusement that his voice cracks a bit. “Wha’ happens if I lose, though, huh?” A shrug. “Either way, show me a six.”

He’s far more curious than he’d like to admit.