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shout out to casltevania for makin me want to write again LMAO

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Was gonna do a painting but tbh I really like the rough version better, feels more organic.

Bishop © Maunderfiend

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Outfit swap with Typhon

:thinking emoji:

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batteredoptimist replied to your post: 26. Loungewear

[[ omg tbh that seems super comfy like no pants is definitely the way to be Bishop ]]

home is where the pants r not... unless he has guests, then the pants begrudgingly are put on

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26. Loungewear

lounge wear depends on who he’s around, but true lounge where comes out when he’s alone- which means he’s probably in nothing but a shirt

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MORDRED PUT THAT HUMAN BACK WHERE YOU GOT THEM

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Mordredus and Bishop have a strained relationship. Their first introduction was a result of Mord preying on humans and him being caught by Bishop and subsequently muzzled and bound by him and taken into the Vanguard’s custody.

He escaped, but only because an underling was charmed by him and removed his bondage.

Mordredus would have happily went round 2 with Bishop given the opportunity, but upon finding out that Bishop’s father was another Ancestral Vampire, he backed off. 

Now he tends to stalk Bishop in the night when he catches his scent, ever-tempted to attack but respect for Mika (Bishop’s father) prevents him from taking out his embarrassment and anger at being bound by Bishop earlier on.

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BIG AND NASTY

Mordred © Me

Pls dont tag as ID/self/etc

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get a load of these gams

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The creature’s attention was astoundingly unnerving when it was focused on him so singularly. James gave into the urge to take half a step back, but there was already a hand darting out- claws snagging into his woolen vest and yanking him forward. The gardener yelped in surprise.

            Shock was the only real thing keeping him from going into an immediate panic when his clothes were jerked about. Far from thinking the larger humanoid had anything too devious in mind, James’s main focus were the long sharp claws so close to his tender skin.

            If he tried to struggle would he get mauled like the rabbit? James squeaked when he was bodily whirled around yet again. With his entire back exposed, the long scars on either edge of his shoulder blades were plain as day. They were still a darker shade of pink to the rest of his skin- not having yet gone silver with age.

           “Please-!” James’s voice was shaky at that point but he could hardly find the presence of mind to be embarrassed about it, “I’m sorry for interrupting-! I didn’t realize you were- I didn’t know you weren’t just a fox or something!”

The scars were painfully obvious, so much so that Bishop felt the shadowy-pangs of pain associated with such blaring injuries. He rolled his shoulders, shaking away the goose bumps that plagued his soft skin.

Where were they? Where were his wings? 

He wasn’t a faerie himself, nor a malakhim, but he knew something was missing here. A distraught look made itself known on his speckled face, dropping the boy’s shirt but maintaining a single clawed grip on his arm as he grimaced. 

Gently, but with an irresistible force, he twisted James around to face him once more.

“Your back,” Bishop began, English, though clearly influenced by the dialect of the impoverished neighborhoods of the lower abbey, “someone do that to ya?”

He could probably ask more intelligent questions, but there was too much going on in his head. One thing at a time, the words would come when they earned their place in his mouth and in the moment. Some inquiries were better left to a later time, and frankly he didn’t quite feel safe in the garden anymore.

After all, with a cut up faerie meandering around, it didn’t seem the mansion was the best place to seek magic company. 

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Bishop tries very hard not to think about the fact that Feral Changelings actively prey upon other fae as well as humans. Changelings sometimes drink blood, which the aftermath of such attacks is easily confused for the advances of a vampire

He has yet to be introduced to raw meats so he still eats pretty standard items in terms of his diet (regular ol human meals, spaghetti, pizza, soups, etc)

He could very easily eat like a viking if given the chance though, but his conceptions about food are based around the culture he grew up in (ie meat is cooked through safely, no raw fish in the area he was raised)

Often grossed out by himself when he finds himself hungry over hanging fresh cuts or is tempted by small animals such as rabbits or doves, he doesnt fully understand the full extent of his species

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some bishop/ maun changeling stuff

Arms and legs are scaly, similar to a bird, up to the elbow and above the knee (the scales travel a bit further up but the dark pigmentation becomes far less). 

Nails are hooked, like talons, he often has to file them down.

The pink and strawberry-beige tones are the same texture as his skin (smooth flesh), the only difference is the color

Ears are short and doggish, pointed at a downwards angle as opposed to standard Fae ears (those of which point upwards when present on fae beings)

He’s capable of weilding magic to disguise himself as human-passing, though under stress he shifts, often resulting in ruined shoes when his claws tear out through them

Changelings are predatory and territorial and are like the stoat of the magic world, often hunting and taking down creature x10 their size. Though they tend to be “average” human height, around 5′5-6′2, their strength and stamina outweighs many of the fae sub-species, making them suitable beast-hunters.

Changelings from the midrealm who stay in the mid realm and are raised there are Feral Changelings, while those who are raised by humans and successfully integrate into the mortal world are Domestic changelings.

The only difference between them is their sociability and aggression

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doing some updates to Bishop’s ref, then gonna get to asks+threads hopefully (if my adhd permits it lmao)

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OC Outfit Prompts

aka an excuse to draw or write about your OCs wearing clothes that probably aren’t canonically plausible

Their favorite outfit

Flannel

Sleepwear

Your clothes

A sharp suit

Fashion from 50 years ago in their universe

Outfit swap

Red carpet event

Graphic tee

Pirate

Armor, or what they would wear to battle

Ugly sweater

Dressed by another OC

Fandom of your choice

High fantasy 

Steampunk

Onesie

Halloween costume

Uniform of your choice

Date night

Swimsuit

Cosplay of a different character

Lingerie

Gym/workout clothes

Domestic life

Loungewear

Their current outfit

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licke

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Injured/Injury Starters

Injured

“Oh shit, are you alright?”

“Dude, I don’t think you’re alright.”

“Blood’s not supposed to be coming from there…”

“That looks broken.”

“Can you move your __?” 

“Are you okay?”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Who did this?”

“Did you do this to yourself?”

“How did this happen?”

“We need to get you to a hospital.”

“Do you need to go to a hospital?”

“That’s not supposed to bend that way.”

“Do you want me to look at it?”

“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse!”

“Stop moving!”

“There’s so much blood.”

“I’ll see if I have a first aid kit.”

“Just… Stay here and I’ll get help.”

“How did you even do this?”

“This happened in a fight?”

“Walk it off.”

“It’s not that bad.” 

“I think you need stitches.”

“You dumbass.” 

Injury

“I think I hurt myself.”

“I can’t feel my __.”

“I think my __ is broken.”

“Shit, that hurts to move.”

“I don’t think I can get up.”

“I’m going to try to get up.”

“Can you go get help?” 

“I need help.”

“I think I’m going to pass out.”

“I don’t think there’s supposed to be that much blood.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I got [shot, stabbed, etc].”

“I can’t walk.”

“I don’t think I need to go to a hospital.”

“I think I need to go to the hospital.”

“Stop laughing, this hurts.”

“My last words better not be stupid.”

“That was a dumb idea.”

“Shit, that burns.”

“I’m fine… really.”

“Damn, I can’t get the bleeding to stop.”

“I got into a fight…”

“I feel lightheaded.”

“It hurts to move.”

“Can you look at it for me?”