#cursed character

[interstella-eyes]

✦ Mater Beatrix

Lore ∇ (I wrote a lot, so hiding it under the cut 💀, also warning for discussion of religious themes and cults)

Nathan isn’t the only one affected by the curse, in fact, a few other people have had it. Beatrix is one of those people, and after her death, she was brought to a white void, where only the souls with the curse live. To cope with her banishment to this void, she made up a cult that frames the curse as “ascension“. Other “ascendants“ cling to her and listen to everything she says, as they have nothing else left. Their affirmation keeps her from losing her grip on reality, and she antagonizes anyone who doesn’t listen to her.

Before her “ascension“, she was a puenymph who was able to transform into two different animals (extremely rare for a puenymph), a swan and a white dove, hence why she has two pairs of wings. Her dove wings are underdeveloped, as puenymph bodies aren’t adapted to having traits from two different animals at the same time.

I really wanted to lean into her angel theme with her design, as well as a “motherly“ figure. Her title as “mater“ is Latin for mother, and the name Beatrix comes from “creatrix“ (also mother in Latin + sounds a lot like creator, fitting her theme), as well the name meaning “blessed one“.

She claims she is the only one who has fully undergone “ascension“, as her entire body has turned purple (which is false, she covers up her natural skin under her clothes), by her logic meaning that she is the only one who fully understands it.

Her mask is totally not inspired by watcher grian fanart 💀

[caprin-fishie]

Redrew my old character ⚔️✨

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[blackrosesandwhump]

Nathaniel's Bane, Part 3

Part 2

BTHB: That's Not Normal

Fandom: Original work

Synopsis: Shut in the library on a stormy night, Nathaniel is stricken with a powerful, unusual wave of magic from the cursed stone.

CW: magic whump, magical illness, pain, Gothic whump

As the storm beats against the library windows, Nathaniel sits hunched over, absorbed in his research and trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his chest. The lights flicker in a sudden draft; he glances up briefly, then down again at the open book in his lap, rocking slightly back and forth.

There has to be something useful here. He crosses his arms tighter and clenches his teeth against the stabbing pain in his chest. I have to find a way to make this work.

Though the book he discovered a few days ago is missing now, the idea it implanted in his head is still there, eating away at him slowly. A deal. A deal with…the devil, maybe? It wasn’t clear from what little he managed to read.

And now, shut away among piles of books in the flickering light, he has to find the answer.

He would give anything to remove the horrible magic from his body.

Thunder cracks through the night, and almost simultaneously, a lash of agony whips through him, stronger than before. His body seizes in a convulsion. He gasps for breath, eyes wide and terrified, staring into the shadows.

Not now, please not now, I have to keep looking—

He collapses sideways, causing a pile of books to topple with a thud and scatter across the floor. Among his strewn research, his body twitches and jerks, stricken by wave after wave of horrible magic emanating from the stone. In the pit of his stomach, he feels something else too: a dreadful kind of knowledge.

This isn’t normal. It shouldn’t be like this.

What’s happening to me?

His thoughts fizzle out into a sick, tormented haze.

What’s happening…can’t breathe…make it stop…please…

A touch on his shoulder. Someone’s hand.

“Nathaniel, sir?” The voice sounds familiar. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

The servant boy, Sol. Somehow, the slight weight of his hand is enough to calm the pain just a little, enough for Nathaniel to open his eyes.

“It hurts,” he mumbles brokenly, unwelcome tears pricking at his eyes. “Something’s wrong.”

“I know,” says Sol. “I’m sorry, sir. Let me help you sit up.” He braces an arm against Nathaniel’s back. The boy sits up slowly, swallowing down a rush of nausea, and catches his breath.

Books are scattered everywhere. The place he was reading disappeared in the mess of pages when he fell.

His heart sinks a little. He would give anything to find a cure.

“Can I get you anything, sir?” Sol asks, shifting his weight to alleviate his crippled foot. Nathaniel glances at him, feeling a little guilty.

“No, I—I’ll go to bed.” Please help me. I don’t want to stumble around in the dark alone. But he says nothing, only struggles to his feet and stands there for a moment, trying to keep his breath and heart rate steady.  

“Please be careful, sir. And make sure you get some rest.” Sol is already straightening up Nathaniel’s mess, limping on his ruined foot.

The storm crashes against the windows, and Nathaniel steadies himself against the doorframe as a wave of exhaustion washes over him. The hallway outside is dark and still, and he navigates his way slowly, the candle in his right hand only slightly unsteady. His stomach is still weighted with dread.

It's getting worse. The magic is growing stronger somehow. And it’s destroying me.

It only occurs to him as he’s dropping into bed that he should have asked why Sol was walking around at such a late hour.

@badthingshappenbingo

[dumplingbone]

Cursed guy and his weirdgirl bff

The night before he was scheduled to die young in a car accident or something, he has a nightmare about it, then gets up to get a drink, but sees a shadowy figure in his doorway. he's still kind of half dreaming but slowly coming to his senses, the figure tells him that his dream is going to happen soon and says something to the effect of, "you're a good catholic gentleman, I can reverse this fate if you simply pick me a verse at random." the figure hands him a bible, and he turns to a random page and verse which happens to be Jeremiah 19:9. the figure laughs, and says "so be it then, your fate is reversed, but you shall be aware of something renewed within yourself," and dissappears. after that point, he feels something strange in his guts, but in the morning brushes off the experience as a weird fucked up episode of sleep paralysis2. Kristen is probably the only person that knows about his struggles but may not fully believe him/ thinks he might be settling into some kind of mental illness, but she entertains his vents anyways and tries to research demonic forces for him to see if he can't be "cured". She once went to dinner with him and saw escargot on the menu at some esoteric restaurant and cried and they had to go to wendy's.

[dizzified]

He's been in W.I.P hell for over a year due to my procrastination but Cyclone <3 He's a cursed man, after being jealous of his friend for having cool magic powers, he sought to find and refine his own magic skills, which led him into the study of witchcraft and by extension, necromancy. Let's just say, in the process, he angered a whole slew of slumbering spirits by waking them up testing out a spell and they were so pissed off at him that they cursed his ass.

He didn't always have those horns, bro might have cool magic, but he is so fucked.

Strong negative emotions can literally cause him to go into a violent beastial spiral, where he refuses to listen to reason, and can and will maul anything around him until the emotions subside. What sucks is that these emotions can be projected upon other people with eye-contact.

A book that he harnesses, of which grants him the majority of his powers, isn't even able to just be used normally without consequence, most of the spells he casts have some sort of negative effect bounced back to him, and also, it gives him awful migraines and makes him extremely ill when he overuses spellcasting.

Cyclone has also entirely doomed himself to not go to the afterlife due to what the spirits labeled as his inane stupidity, when he dies, he's most likely going to wander the earth as a ghost for the rest of eternity, which honestly, for powers that literally actively fuck you over, that's shit. He is widely disliked by the spirit population, and they refuse to ever help him, but surprisingly, Cyclone has been able to hone his craft in a way that there's not as many negative effects, or atleast, they aren't as bad.

Contrary to popular belief, he's good at witchcraft even without the book, he's memorized many helpful spells. Which is good for him because his whole curse literally gives him the ability to talk to the dead, but it's useless because no dead people like him or want to be involved with him. His friend is extremely disappointed in him, by the way.

[lechantdesmouettes]

They're the worst singer of the Seven Seas and my blorbo my everything

Meet Skyler the pirate

[silentxtime]

I'm thinking about her again. I'm just gonna make her an official oc. Her name is Asrith. Also I think I'm changing her curse to turn her into a literal bookworm. So she's the only girl who can legit ask if you'll still love her if she were a worm.

[dubconartist]

*grabs mike* The Corinthian would use the term "cummies"

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[churroach]

Full of Desires

[beebfreeb]

[interstella-eyes]

✦ HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13TH EVERYONE!! Have a spooky thing I drew :3

CW: LOTS of blood, staring/eye contact and body horror! (Full and uncensored artwork under the cut!)

This piece features my OC Nathan (he/him), someone who used to be human, but has been afflicted with an ancient curse. This curse grants him reality-bending powers, but with each usage, his body mutates further, causing his skin and hair to turn purple (among other things). Occasionally, the curse takes over control and puts him into a feral, more monstrous looking state, in which Nathan has no control over his body and doesn’t remember what he did in that state afterwards. This picture illustrates the aftermath of such an incident, with Nathan only being able to imagine what just happened.

(Spoiler alert: He might have been responsible for Robin needing his prosthetic arm.)

[eliotbaum]

My joy, the air that I breathe 🌤

Curse of Strahd, Konstantin (cleric PC)/Lydia Petrovna

[ratchild11037]

Mars eatting pizza and licking a knife like a cannibal she is

[utdr-stimming]

Papyrus fucking up his cooking stim board? 🙏

Papyrus fucking up his cooking stim board!!!

Ricky I'm so sorry this took so long. I could never find art for this and I didn't know what to do if I made my own but eventually I cranked this out. I drew that fire myself I tried to make it as Toby Fox as possible

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[vivtanner]

The newbie's falling for the former captain of the guards ❤️‍🔥