#Cursed Heart

[slytherincursebreaker]

I hate Caucasian Kieren's hair there I said it, I had to improvise with the hair.

after drawing certain prince it might stuck with me with the hair and color of it...

I have no regrets for that.

[saibug1022]

"I would never call a kind heart a foolish one." LONGCLAW THE WOMAN YOU ARE THATS SUCH A BANGER QUOTE

[farizrz]

The Cursed Heart 2 ads trailer from Facebook Ads

[blackrosesandwhump]

Febuwhump Day 8: Why Won't It Stop?

CW: poison, experimentation, immortal whumpee, death wish

Somewhere in the assassin’s house, a clock strikes midnight. The echoing noise sends a fresh wave of pain through Ciaran’s body, and he thrashes wildly, his breath rattling in his throat.

The effects of the assassin’s poison should have worn off by now. But they haven’t, and he lies in a tangle of sweat-soaked sheets, his limbs aching, his chest on fire.

“Why…why won’t it stop?” he whispers to the empty room. His ever-beating heart thunders under his ribs, faster than any normal heart could bear for this length of time.

One thing is certain: the experiment worked. The assassin’s poison will easily kill any target before they even know what’s happening to them.

Oh, if only he could die.

[sleepapparition]

I just need to go on a little rant; it irks me to hell how Choices gives every FMC the same body type. I wouldn’t have that much of issue with it if their bodies were more proportional. The left pic is from Cursed Heart 2, and the right is Immortal Desires 2. It at least looks like it’s improving because the FMC in Cursed Heart kinda pulled me out the story especially during the 🌶️ moments.

Like in the second photo it at least looks like they corrected the arm length and neck width but every FMC has broad shoulders and hips that are more narrow then their shoulders, which just makes the broad shoulder/thick neck combo just look even more muscly. Like what is up with that?The FMC on the left is supposed to do more domestic stuff & knows like medicinal herbs like why is she so buff? It at least makes sense for the FMC in Immortal Desires or WTD to be more muscular but not every single character… I don’t remember older stories pulling me out of the story as much when we get a full body shot of the MC….

[kinglahela]

cursed heart mc is so freaky

[ramenkween]

Can someone let me know if the Cursed Heart series on Choices is basically a ripoff of ACOTAR? 🤔

[ali-mlk]

oh i just realised cursed heart 2 comes out december and id 2 comes out feb, thats gonna be a good 4 to 5 choices months

[peonierose]

☁️ (Fluff) | 🎭 (Angst) | 📱 (Text Fic / Social Media) | 🔥 (NSFW) | Ⓜ️ (Mature) | 🃏 (Teen) | 🌈 (LGBTQ+) | 📚 (Series)

Open Heart

Wildflower ☁️ - Pairing: Keiki Lahela (F!MC) x Koa Haulani (M!OC) 🃏☁️

Viva Las Vegas ☁️ 📱 🌈

Pairing: Soraya Auclair (F!OC) x Meilani Leahi (F!OC)

I‘m a Sucker for you ☁️

Pairing: Bryce Lahela (M!MC) x Luna Auclair (F!OC)

Rosé all Day ☁️

Characters involved: Maxine Moore (F!OC), Keiki Lahela (F!MC), Luna Auclair (F!OC) etc.

Nightbound

Chapter 1 - Wake up Little Susie 🃏

Chapter 2 - Strange Encounters Ⓜ️

Chapter 3 - Unexpected Ⓜ️

The Nanny Affair

Once

Chapter 1 - Sam Dalton (M!MC) x Addison Dalton (F!MC) Ⓜ️ 📚

Chapter 2 - Sam Dalton (M!MC) x Addison Dalton (F!MC) Ⓜ️ 📚

Chapter 3 - Characters involved: Sam Dalton (M!MC), Addison Dalton (F!MC) and Ethan Ramsey (M!MC) Ⓜ️ 📚

Chapter 4 - Characters involved: Sam Dalton (M!MC), Ethan Ramsey (M!MC) and Robin Flores (M!MC) Ⓜ️ 📚

Chapter 5 - Characters involved: Sam Dalton (M!MC), Addison Dalton (F!MC) and Ethan Ramsey (M!MC) Ⓜ️ 📚

MC Monday (Reblog Game)

Week one: All Smiles and Giggles

Week two: Picture This

Week three: Kala Kala

[its-your-mind]

[cozylittleartblog]

nobody can stop me from chewing on concept art like a wild animal

[rynli]

officer now is not the time to obsess about your sexuality

[saibug1022]

Emrys (The Cursed Heart)

My new darling, Emrys. I loved this MC way more than I expected. I was prepared for a cookie cutter, helpless, meek MC instead not only was Emrys upset and angry about their capture for more than one chapter, but they're constantly doing a slightly more polite version of telling fae to go fuck themselves, INCLUDING Kieran, even if they are a whore (affectionate)

[eliotbaum]

Widows.

Fiona Wachter/Lydia Petrovna from Curse of Strahd

[blackrosesandwhump]

Cursed Heart, Part 3

Part 2

Whump Prompt 53

BTHB: Get It Over With

Fandom: Original work

Synopsis: While pursuing a lead that might free him from his curse, Ciaran falls into a horrifying trap.

CW: blood, captivity, aftermath of poison, magic whump

The air in the alleyway is silty-thick with magic.

Ciaran stumbles against a brick wall, dizzy, ready to collapse. Even without the miasma surrounding him, his head swims and his breath comes shallow and raspy. Aftereffects of the assassin’s poison, along with the lingering nausea in his stomach. Nothing that he can’t handle.

But immortality doesn’t lessen the effects of torture. The assassin’s tests have made that excruciatingly clear.

A cold breeze sweeps through the alley, drying the beads of sweat on Ciaran’s forehead. He brushes a strand of damp hair out of his eyes and squints through the dark at the pock-marked ground and ramshackle walls rising on either side. One of these crumbling buildings has to be the right one. Where else would a practitioner of dark magic be hiding? He takes a deep breath, inhaling the murky scents of garbage and potion fumes. His stomach churns again. He takes a step forward, then another, one hand steadying himself against the grimy wall, his heart pounding.

There. A lighted window. A silhouette moving against the visible wall inside.

He knocks on the wooden door before he realizes what he’s doing.

“Enter,” grates a low voice from inside. Ciaran steps in, his head ducked to avoid hitting the door frame. Another wave of dizziness washes over him. The smell. Singed hair. Burnt flesh. Caustic smoke and unreal fire. The perfume of dark magic.

“You need something, I assume.” The magician’s chair creaks away from a desk covered in black feathers. He looks about as healthy as Ciaran feels, down to the dark circles under his eyes and colorless skin. “No one wanders down this alley without a purpose.”

Ciaran tries not to look around as he answers. “I need to get rid of a curse.”

The magician’s expression turns keen, and he nods. “You’ve come to the right place. Sit down.”

He gestures to a stained, rickety wooden chair, and Ciaran reluctantly obeys, his heart racing. Not much longer now until he’s free. Maybe the assassin will show a little mercy and kill him once and for all.

Jars and tools clink as the magician starts taking things down from the shelves. “What kind of curse?”

The words taste strange on Ciaran’s tongue. Since his last waking, he hasn’t told anyone his secret. “My heart. It never stops beating. I’m immortal.”

The magician pauses, facing the shelves, a vial of something blood-red clutched in his hand. His eyes flash as he turns to Ciaran. “And you don’t want to be immortal?’

“No.”

It happens before Ciaran can even think: thick black vines snaking around his wrists and ankles, binding him to the rickety—no, the iron chair.

“What are you—" His mouth snaps shut before he can finish.

“Don’t speak,” the magician orders. “You’ll distract me.”

Then get it over with, Ciaran wants to snap back—but his mouth is fixed tight and all that comes out is a muffled series of grunts.

The magician—he doesn’t even know the man’s name—shuffles around him, his left hand making small, complicated gestures while his right sprinkles black dust in the air. The sick feeling returns to Ciaran’s gut. Something isn’t right. The chair’s transformation—the fetters strapping him down—the magician’s dark, flashing eyes—

The blade of a dagger lances down Ciaran’s forearms in lightning-quick succession. Crimson trickles immediately from the wounds and turns to a white-hot—emptiness.

What’s happening to me…my blood…why is it flowing so fast—

The magician is muttering something to himself, words in a language Ciaran can’t understand. And his blood keeps flowing, spiraling through the air, pooling in a large vial the magician holds almost reverently in his hands.

His blood. The magician is draining him of his blood.

The room turns cold, and Ciaran shivers in his chair, unable to cry out or even speak. Unconsciousness lurks almost on top of him, clawing at the edges of his mind. Can he live without blood? Can his heart beat without it? His senses start to flicker in and out—the scent of blood, cold air, his laboring breath, the magician’s muttered spell—

A knife flicks out of nowhere and impales the magician’s hand. A shout of pain. The spell ceases. The flow of blood dwindles to a little trickle down the chair arms. Ciaran gasps for breath.

“Let him go. He belongs to me.”

The assassin’s voice.

“I said, release him!”

A second blade, this time in the magician’s shoulder. The man reels backward; the vial of blood smashes across the floor. Ciaran’s fetters vanish. He finds himself slumped in the rickety wooden chair, his forearms sticky with blood.

“I’m glad I found you,” the assassin remarks, helping Ciaran to his feet. “I made a few adjustments to the latest serum, and I need to test it tonight.”

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[goldensunset]

people who go through the main tags of big and tumultuous fandoms looking for new fresh good posts to reblog are essential to any circle. they’re like true hunter gatherers leaving the safety of settlement and braving the unknown wilderness to find food for the flock. they risk their lives every day and will come back with a few scratches at best and severe psychological damage at worst