#bliklotep

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

He looks at them, noting they’re nearly pouting and rubbing their arm, answering simply.

Hiding.

The six end up in a room that very well may be the furthest point from the front door as possible. It’s plenty large, a faded carpet nearly stuck onto the flooring. Furniture lays around, though the Lords settle down in a far corner away from it, communicating with touches and noises. Kik gets shuffled around a few more times before finally ending up between Wiggly and Blinky, surrounded by body heat.

"Is everything alright?"

{Kik Wright stands, unsure, near the entrance of the Waylon place. In one of their hands they are carrying a hatchet. If they were sent away, they wouldn't fight, but the thumping power of the Black and White had startled their disciple, who had run to make sure that all was well.}

"What the fuck was that? Is anyone hurt??"

(just jumping into the action, only respond if you'd like :) - @starlighthome74 )

[[Physical violence]]

The hatchet startles all of them. Blinky kneels over an unconscious T’noy with a growl, teeth bared and steeling himself for impact.

Stay back.

In one move, he leaps off the couch and slides his pocket knife out of his shoe, springing it open.

I’m warning you.

Breathing heavy and ragged, he slips behind Kik in an instant to clamp a hand over their mouth. The knife presses near the top of their throat, not striking yet but dangerously close. There is nothing but primal anger in Blinky’s eyes.

[shandzii]

no way look who at pride

indiv pics under cut

[toringo]

Trick or Treat!

[eldritch-ace]

Happy black friday, fuck capitalism :]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

Bliklotep hums, hugging them right back and fulfilling his usual post-nightmare ritual by tucking their head against his chest and holding it there.

Mhm...

His eyelids fall shut gratefully.

Nightmare Time: Possession

[TW: Sort of blanket warning for themes of abuse, neglect, endangerment. Proceed with caution!]

Kik wakes in a sunlit room, alone. It's sometime in the middle of the day, and they aren't sure, for a moment, where they are. The memory is very familiar, but they didn't usually dream of memories. They sit up, and take in the pristine, clean bedroom around them, frowning as dread settles in their stomach like a giant pit. 

You would expect the bedroom of a fourteen-year-old to be messy, chaotic, and filled with a mixture of toys and clothes and hobbies as they rapidly switch between things they like, growing out of interests like skinny jeans during a growth spurt. However... Kik's room in eighth grade was hardly ever messy at all. They didn't really have many things, really, aside from a few pictures of their mother and father, a beloved stuffed dog, and a fairly-decent wardrobe of baggy clothes. A couple games lived on bookshelves, a few toys were tucked in the closet, but Kik would rather be caught dead than playing. Edwin was raising an adult, and they were expected to behave as one.

They get up quickly, smoothing down their clothes and fixing their messy hair. If he found out they were sleeping--

"Katherine."

Shit shit shit shit shit--

"uh-- y-yeah?" Their voice is high, and it cracks slightly.

"I didn't send you in here to think for you to fall asleep. Do you think this is a game?" Edwin is leaning on the door frame, his eyes a little darker than usual. 

It's been a hard day, especially because Kik had been so incredibly clumsy and out of it. They'd broken three glasses while on kitchen duty today, their hands shaking so much that they could barely keep their grip on the glass. Something had happened that had made Edwin angry. More angry than they had ever seen, and it was terrifying. He had sent Kik away after the third glass to think about why they couldn't 'stop acting like a bimbo doll.'

That. Stung. Kik had cried for an hour, and then fell asleep. Guess he was ready to 'talk' about it now. 

"Answer me." Edwin's tone is testy. Kik's stomach rolls.

"I- I'm sorry, I just feel a little sick today." Kik says quietly, forcing themself to keep eye contact. "My skin feels weird, I don't know what's going on."

Edwin sighs, and a little bit of his annoyance falters. Obviously, the teen seems a little sickly. He walks over, gently holding the inside of his wrist to Kik's forehead. "This start today?"

"Y-yeah, I just feel like I keep seeing things. I don't know if I haven't been sleeping well or what, but--" Kik rubs their eyes, relieved that Edwin's changed tact. He could be good. He was, sometimes. They decide to trust him. Maybe this time will be different. "The more stressed I get, the more I feel like I can... move the lights around. See the shadows dance around me... and-- no, it's silly."

Edwin's interest piques. Little do they know it, Kik has given him exactly what he wanted.

"What?" Edwin pushes, tone soft. He pushes a lock of brown hair behind Kik's ear, encouraging them.

"I dropped the last glass because I thought I saw my chest glowing." They had been drying off a dish, and turned to put it in the cupboard when they caught a glimpse of something glowing a crimson in the reflection of the fridge. In the black-chrome surface, it looked like Kik's rib bones were emitting light, shining through their body. They looked down to confirm, and the glass slipped from their hand and shattered, breaking the vision. "I-- I think I'm hallucinating."

"No." Edwin smiled, and Kik's heart lurched a little in their chest. Something dark was in his eyes, making his smile... something more akin to a dangerous grin. "No, no, my dear. You're not hallucinating at all. You're just like your mother."

"W-what?" Kik is starting to dislike the way that Edwin is touching them. Like a trophy. A prize.

"You've got the Gift, little lady." He simpers, but then he chuckles. "Oh, I knew keeping you around would be worthwhile! You sure are a late bloomer, that's for sure. Although, maybe that's my own fault."

"Just applying some pressure, huh? That's all you needed? Maybe magic is an instinct? Maybe we should try that, huh?" It's clear he isn't talking to Kik at this point, but the teen is shaking their head. They don't understand what the fuck he's talking about... And they don't want to find out.

[jimjamjomjum]

Actively trying to summon them

[idledearest]

LORDS IN BLACK? MORE LIKE ASSHOLE BROTHERS IN BLACK

IM DEFINITELY NOT OBSESSED WITH THESE ASSHOLES.. IM NOT POSSESSED AND MY MIND IS DEFINITELY NOT INVADED BY 5 ELDRITCH BEINGS

sOMEoNE hElp m---

[lesbianviolet]

hi. musical cosmic horrors In My Brain . they wont leave

[llama--rama]

(None of them are sane they are all hypocrites)

This is silly but wouldn't leave my brain so now I have to curse you all with it too :)

[tabooiart]

it's pride month, you know what that means

huh. what. do you want me to draw like. gay eldritch horrors. what.

[dissectedgrrl]

u can have your theories but i find it funny that hatchetfield resets bc i just imagine the lords in black watching everything go down until wigglys like "well its happened again boys. tinky hit the reset button." n then paul is at work once again

[fencecollapsed]

Prophets AU

[cowardlykrow]

He has two brain cells named Dude and Bro

[shandzii]

blehhh 😛

[marvelmaniac715]

During The Summoning all the Lords in Black look so happy to be there except for Wiggly. And I just love that because in almost every shot he looks SO PISSED OFF. You can almost hear him thinking “oh my me, why the fuck am I here, and with my brothers no less?” and “‘Are you the Lords in Black’, no we’re the fucking milkman, yes we’re the Lords in Black get some common sense! We travelled very far to get here for your teenage bullshit so out with it!” and “‘Can you help us?’ that’s the basic rules of a summoning you stupid bitch of course we’re helping you! Humans these days, I swear to me…” The humans aren’t worshipping him so he isn’t even pretending to be the charming children’s toy type being he was in Black Friday, he’s just going through the motions until he can leave 🤣.

[nightlysweets]

This is canon trust