#Acherye

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A pearl, prized from the flesh, greedy fingers digging at the pit.

Something was stolen from you, and you are left hollow.

Jean-Baptiste Julien Royer from Divine the Blood, for @nullshocked

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Also other sketches from tonight. Virgil, Jack, and Sterek sillies.

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And there he lies, dripped in pearls...

full piece on my twitter

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Bhaalist ritual garb designs for Jean-Baptiste and Virgil in Divine the Blood

Jean-Baptiste is @nullshocked’s

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Mask design doodles for Divine the Blood

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Overcome by your moving temple Overcome by this holiest of altars

A set of outfit designs for Jean-Baptiste & Virgil for a DurgeDurge BG3 AU.

Jean-Baptiste/Jack belongs to @nullshocked

Closeups and some extras after the cut. :-)

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Sing me your sweet song, dig your talons in my skin

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Some sketches of young Virgil and @nullshocked’s Jack absolutely goin through it

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Jack Rye and Jack Punch are having a perfectly fine time right now btw.

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Acherye was a mistake because we're listening to Brand New while I edit and every song is now dealing me 6d12 psychic damage.

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It is Wednesday my dudes

rules: send me the name of one of the wips below, and i'll write and post three new sentences for you!

tagged by: @patchworkgargoyle (thank you!)

tagging: whoever wants to do this, because I'm not sure who has and hasn't yet.

The List

This is basically all acherye stuff. I'd apologize but I'm not sorry.

"Wrath of Heaven": DAI opening, but there's two survivors of the Breach. For sillies.

"Understanding": Modern AU bit exploring Jack's sexual trauma responses and how Virgil approaches him with it.

"Miracle": Divine the Blood, Jean-Baptiste and Virgil get what they want, for a price.

Circles: Chapter 4 of the current fic.

The Snippet

From the DAI wip lol.

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Degausser remains my number one Acherye song and Wanna Don't Wanna remains my number one JackJack song and both of them are going to wreck my spotify wrapped this year.

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Songfic Tag Game

Pick a song to accompany each of your fics or as many as you like. This might be the fic's inspiration or just pure vibes that you'd like to share with readers. Tag as many people as fics you feature (or do as you please!)

I was tagged by @mightymizora and @chronurgy a bit ago and then drafted this post and forgot about it, oops.

Under a cut for length.

"Flood Water" by Nitzer Ebb provided the fic title. It fits the vibe to me anyway.

Say I Don't Mind You Under My Skin

"Degausser" by Brand New provided the fic title, and honestly the entire album has just been inspirational for the Acherye ship. I've had it on repeat and it's going to obliterate my spotify wrapped.

Take me, take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head Say I don't mind you under my skin I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in When we were made we were set apart But life is a test and I get bad marks Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins The storm is coming, the storm is coming in

Fire in Your Eyes and Your Head Held High

There was something in the way that the day broke Thunder rumbled in a darkened sky Wind in your hair, rain on your face Fire in your eyes with your head held high I felt no pain as you walked away I felt no pain it was no surprise And I had to say that I know there's No such thing as a free ride, yeah There's no such thing as a free ride, yeah

Eruption

"Burn" by Sister Machine Gun, purely for the vibes.

What kind of fool am I To want your body next to mine I want your body next to mine I need you any time And I'm breaking down inside Oh Lord I'm breaking down inside You cover me with all your hopeless little fantasies I never had before No, I never had before And now I'm living in my own reality Cause of the things you did to me Oh, the things you did to me

I'll Burn Before You Bury Me

Instead of the obvious, gunna make the weird pull of "Very Cruel" by Poliça

When the applause dies and our hands are untied Will you believe me that I loved you? What a fool I've been To beg you again and again To believe me that I want you Now we both can't sleep I see you in my dreams There you are on the lonely screen

Soirée

"Discipline" by Nine Inch Nails sorry not sorry.

And now it's starting up Feels like I'm losing touch Nothing matters to me Nothing matters as much I see you left a mark Up and down my skin, skin, skin I don't know where I end And where you begin I need your discipline I need your help I need your discipline You know once I start I cannot help myself

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Whenever I lose followers I just wanna know what post of mine finally did it.

Was it me being annoying about Acherye

Was it the writing liveblogging

Was it me censoring Jack's dick with Bhaal but not any of his guts hanging out in that one painting

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WIP WEDNE-- well Thursday now

Tagged by @todderwodders A little snippet from more modern AU/Acherye stuff. Sorry, you're all going to hell with me now.

“What,” Virgil says without turning to look at him.

Jack wets his lips. “What happened to your leg?”

Virgil finishes what he’s doing and stands up, bending over to pick up his clothes from the night before. “Got blown off.”

“Ah.” Well, that answer only presents more questions. Jack lifts his gaze up to the other man’s face, frowning. There’s never a happy story behind the kinds of scars Virgil has. He should know, because he has plenty of his own. Virgil hadn’t asked about his back, and Jack sees no reason to press him further about his own. Whatever between them is too new to start sharing stories.

“If you’ve got coffee, I can make some,” Jack mumbles awkwardly in some attempt to lighten the mood. “If you want, anyway. I don’t—want to assume. Or I can leave if you want me to, sorry for staying without asking, I was just tired and—”

Virgil steps into his space and presses his lips against Jack’s.

Kissing him this morning almost feels surreal, even after all the kisses and more they shared the night before. Jack closes his eyes and leans into it, his hand coming up to rest on Virgil’s arm. When they part, Virgil cups his jaw with his free hand and tips his head up, pressing another kiss to Jack’s forehead.

“I’ll make coffee,” he says.

“Oh.” Jack blinks, as if in a daze. “Okay.”

“You should get dressed.”

“Y-yeah.”