#flagellant x bounty hunter

[evatethysquid]

Day 7- Joke

[joz-yyh]

Another Bounty Hunter x Flagellant Comic

Oh no, BH let it slip!! 😳 🫣 🤭 (Figured I might as well share this since I hardly ever finish stuff. There's a lot of backstory so if any ya'll are interested in the build up, just ask and I'll make a separate post. :>)

[justagingerwithredhair]

Darkest Dungeon X Octopath Traveler 2 crossover fic. AKA Sarmenti witnesses the moments before Wellsgrove disaster.

TW for past suicidal thoughts, violence, some eldritch horror that’s going to happen at the end, Wingdings containing disturbing material such as death baiting (but nothing too explicit), and Sarmenti being incredibly unhinged and having some disturbing thoughts —————————————

Contrary to popular belief, Sarmenti does take things seriously. People thought that his personality was one that takes nothing seriously but really, it’s one who took everything seriously and then broke into a million tiny glass pieces afterwards. He’s already broken enough so why not have fun with it? Why not take those pieces and throw them at his enemies? Why not take those pieces and make a horrid song?

The point is, is that Sarmenti tries to make the most of life. He’s been dealt with the worst hand and maybe he should have given up there but what’s the point in that? He still has songs to play and stories to weave and annoying little eldritch horrors to stab. Perhaps not the best life but considering he wanted to kill himself before he travelled the world he’ll say this is an improvement.

Wellsgrove is a break to him right now, at least in his neck of the woods. From what he’s heard from Barristan and Baldwin, Throné was busy preparing and about to make herself an orphan, while Hikari is about to intercept a an arms trade. Meanwhile he’s here with Partitio, watching as the man essentially revived a town in under a month.

He wouldn’t be very helpful in the world of business, so he was outside singing incomplete songs stuck in his head while people quietly tipped him.

Maybe if he was with the others he would have traded sharp words and love ballads for knives but alas. He was not with their group. No blood shall be spilt today by him.

What was surprising though was the fact that all of them were here. Usually they would all go and debate with themselves on which Travelers needed their help before going off with them. Even then, not all of them truly stayed around to help the Travelers actively. Some people, like Audrey and Boudicca, only really tagged along to see the sights. He knows those types would eventually leave at some point, but he also knows that they’re aware that it’s not a good idea to leave when you have no idea where you are.

They still helped, don’t get them wrong. Some just aren’t exactly as invested as the rest of them. He knows who’s staying for a war if you put Audrey and Barristan side-by-side.

(But then again, Audrey stayed with all of them in the Hamlet and the rickety old Wagon all that time ago. Even gave some of her spoils to those poorer folk so who knows. Maybe they were all a bit kinder than they give themselves credit for.)

The fact that all of them were here was surprising. Something that Kazan even expressed surprised in when they all insisted on traveling together.

Then there’s the fact that Damien, Tardif, and Josephine were here. 

Damien was…well he was a bit of an odd ball, even by Sarmenti’s standards. He knew that flagellation was approved by the Church of the Light but he’s also pretty sure that it is not to the point of their skin peeling off and septic rot. Last he saw him, he said that he was going to travel the world to revel in this new kind of pain. Real fucking weird if you ask Sarmenti but who’s he to judge? He went and killed an entire royal court using a cursed song. At the very least though he’s polite to everyone in town, even if they found him disturbing, and thank fuck Damien has enough sense to avoid Junia lest they start stirring up old memories.

Tardif was a Bounty Hunter and well. Sarmenti supposes he wanted to get back to the business as soon as possible. The man said his farewell in Flamechurch, had a…private conversation with William, told them all that he won’t hunt bounties on them out of respect, and then left. At the very least he tried to keep contact with all of them, mostly in the form of obscure baking recipes he found. Him being here was a coincidence, one that was fueled by the simple fact that Throné’s Mother Dearest has a bounty on her but a lovely coincidence at that.

Josephine was…

She was here, lured by the promises of wealth from Partitio’s little business venture. She said she won’t cause any trouble and that was enough for him right now. Whatever quarrel she has with them doesn’t matter to him right now. The others may disagree but if she says she wants to keep the peace, she’ll keep the peace. Besides, starting a fight with the others is bad for her business.

…Sarmenti does have to admit though, having everyone here was nice. If he closed his eyes long enough, he can pretend it’s the Hamlet. He can pretend it’s the Hamlet and they were all free of the horrors that tormented them in the Darkest Dungeon. That the people tipping him were people he’s seen every day and that the people joining in were the other Bards that wandered into the Hamlet’s horrors.

This of course means that things are going to go to shit soon. He knows this. He knows that pattern.

He hears a melody.

Sarmenti blinks and sits up.

He hears it again.

(D-Low A-D-A-A flat-D-B flat)

“…Who played that.”

Sarmenti stood up and looked around. The bards all freeze and stare at him.

“Who. Played. That tune.”

It plays again.

Sarmenti jerked to the left to see a violinist, bow on strings and a blank look on their face.

(It sung to him and it sung until it was drilled into his head and nothing but that cursed song remained.)

He tackled the musician onto the ground, grabbed their throat and squeezed.

Distantly, he felt someone try to pull him off of the musician. He refuses to let go and kept squeezing.

“-menti!”

He squeezed-

“Sarmenti!”

And squeezed.

“Sarmenti let go!”

And s q u e e z e d.

Someone roughly grabbed him and pulled him off. “Sarmenti what’s gotten into you!?”

Don’t they know? Doesn’t they know that song means death? Snuffing it out is the only way to stop it from driving another mad. He has to snuff it out. He has to silence it. He has to he has to hehastohehastohe-

“How do you know that song?” Someone said. Or was that him? His voice sounds oh so far away now. An echo in the sea of madness. “That song is dead. I killed it. I made sure it was forgotten. How do you know that song?”

The musician only stared at him, keeping the blank look on their face and offering nothing but silence.

“Answer me Light damnit!”

The musician blinks and opens their mouth.

✌☠👎 🕈☟✌❄ ⚐☞ ✡⚐🕆 💧✌☼💣☜☠❄���

🕈☟✡ 👎⚐ ✡⚐🕆 💧❄✋☹☹ ☹✋✞☜ 🕈☟☜☠ ❄☟☜ ☼☜💧❄ ☟✌✞☜ 👎✋☜👎

✋❄’💧 ☼🕆👎☜ ❄⚐ ☜☝☝ ❄☟☜☠ ⚐☠📬 🕈☟✡ ☠⚐❄ ☹☜❄ ✌ 💧❄☼✌✡ 💧🕈⚐☼👎 💧❄✌👌 ✡⚐🕆 ✌☹☼☜✌👎✡ ⚐☼ 👌☜❄❄☜☼ ✡☜❄📬 👎⚐ ✋❄ ✡⚐🕆☼💧☜☹☞📬

Sarmenti steps back. Several people around him start exclaiming in fear.

🕈☜☹☹ ☺☜💧❄☜☼📬 🕈☟✌❄ 🕈✋☹☹ ✡⚐🕆 👎⚐✍ ✋ ☞✋☠👎 ✡⚐🕆☼ 😐☠✋☞☜ ☹⚐⚐😐✋☠☝ ✋☠👍☼☜👎✋👌☹✡ ✋☠✞✋❄✋☠☝📬

What are they saying?

✡⚐🕆 😐✋☹☹☜👎 👌☜☞⚐☼☜📬 ✡⚐🕆 ☺🕆💧❄ ☠☜☜👎 ❄⚐ 😐✋☹☹ ❄☟☜ ☞✋☠✌☹ 💣✌👎💣✌☠ ✋☠ ❄☟✋💧 👍✋☼👍🕆💧📬

Why can he understand it?

Why does he know what its saying?

The musician grinned and grinned and grinned. Several people are running now and oh? Is that burning? What’s burning? Was it his flesh? Is it theirs? What’s burning?

“The Iron Crown will be revived.”

The musician takes out a knife and cuts themselves open, snapping Sarmenti out of trance. He looks to the left and sees Partitio recoil back and put himself in front of everyone else.

The musician falls onto the ground unceremoniously. Everyone stared, because what the hell are you supposed to do after that.

“…Well shows over for that guy,” he said awkwardly.

Alrond and Misha looked at him in horror while Partitio’s scrivener friend gives an awkward cough. Partitio only gives him a disappointed look.

“Hm. Tough crowd. Now what are we going to do with the body?”

If anything that only makes the group more appalled. “I don’t think this is a time for jokes Sarmenti,” said Partitio.

He knows that, but what else is he going to do? Look dumbly at the body and try to explain what just happened? Yeah right. Everyone is way into shock to do that right now. If he can joke then that means things aren’t as bad as it seems to be and that seems about right for him. Worked well for Dismas and Audrey, and if anyone in their little merry band of adventurers were bothered by it then they would have told the three of them by now.

Oh wait, the rest of them. They probably are freaking out right now.

And on cue, Sarmenti sees the rest of the gang come up and oh. Oh isn’t that some of Ku’s warriors? Weren’t they supposed to be getting weapons and then being stopped from getting weapons? Hm. He supposed this little stunt went and changed some things then. No one wants to do business when the town is in disarray.

“Nothing to see here folks!” He announce, much to everyone’s horror. “Just a dead body in the middle of the street! We’ll clean it up soon!” 

Dismas groans and out his head in his hands.

��What the fuck Hikari? Where did you even find this guy?” Said a Ku soldier with a bandanna tied around his head.

“Oh that’s easy fellow war criminal!” He answered. “You see Prince Hikari found us poor souls after we went and-“

A snap is heard from the ground.

Sarmenti looks down.

The musician started to contort into itself. Its skin turning grey and bones snapping out of place.

Oh.

Oh no.

“Get behind me.”

Partitio blinks. “What?”

Sarmenti took out his knife. “Get. Behind. Me.”

Muscles spasmed and grew. Bones creaked and groaned. Arms growing. Legs growing. Head contorting. Laughter. Laughter. Laughter.

(First the brain, then the lungs, then the eyes, then the hands, and then finally the body.)

(Denial, Resentment, Obsession, Ambition, Cowardice. All fought and defeated but it never is over. It’s never over. It’s never never never never over.

The musician speaks. It somehow speaks despite the distortions and it’s familiar. It’s familiar and that’s what terrifies Sarmenti.

A trumpet is heard. Someone screams in pain. He feels blood from his ears.

(Flesh upon flesh being played together. The body becoming an instrument. The body is an instrument.)

It speaks.

🕈☜ ☞✌✋☹☜👎 👌☜👍✌🕆💧☜ ✡⚐🕆 💣⚐✞☜👎 ⚐☠📬 ❄☟☜💧☜ 🏱☜⚐🏱☹☜ ☟✌✞☜ ☠⚐❄📬 ❄☟☜✋☼ 🕈⚐☜💧 🕈✋☹☹ ☜💣🏱⚐🕈☜☼ ❄☟☜ 👍☼⚐🕈☠📬 ☞⚐☼ 🕈☜ ✌☼☜ ✌☹🕈✌✡💧 ✌☼☜ ✌🏱✌☼❄ ⚐☞ ❄☟☜ 👍☼⚐🕈☠📬 🕈☜ 🕈✋☹☹ ☠☜✞☜☼ 👌☜ 💧☜🏱☜☼✌❄☜👎 ☠☜✞☜☼ ☠☜✞☜☼ ☠☜✞☜☼ ☠☜✞☜☼ ☠☜✞☜☼

He looks around. Several of Ku’s soldiers fall in terror. Hikari pales and starts to shake. Reynauld, Barristan, Boudica, and Missandei all look at the creature what Sarmenti can only describe as pure, utter, terror.

The Scrivener took a step back. “No. Nonononono. I left you.” She took a shuddering breath in. “I left you.”

If Sarmenti closes his eyes, he can hear the Ancestor the Heir the Academic the Scholar someone tell him what it was.

(“Gaze upon the Shackled Resignation. The thing that prolongs wars and drives men to hopelessness.”)

A being of bones and flesh, all contorted and twisted in ways one can only imagine. Restraining itself using their its innards and choking itself in its misery. It could probably fix itself if it really looked and tried to untangle the spilling chain-like innards.

It wails and lunges.

Sarmenti takes a deep breath.

(There is always an encore. And unfortunately for him, the people always crave for more.)

(Well. The cosmic beings that like to end the world crave for more.)

He looks behind him and meets Dismas’ eyes. He holds up three fingers. The man nods.

He nudges Partitio back.

He takes a deep breath.

One.

(The thing about encores is that it really does depend on whether the performer wants to perform a bit more or wants to wrap it up.)

Two.

(And the thing is this.)

Three.

(Sarmenti wants to fucking wrap all of this up.)

He swings his knife.

Dismas fires his gun.

The being screams and stumbles back. Sarmenti does the one thing he can think of.

He grabs Partitio, pulls him forward and gets them to run.

OH THE HORRORS!!!

I love your writing style! You'll have to translate the wingdings for me though.

[aesolerin]

You should tell your audience about The One AU Damian you like and who you're sad about the fate of. for funsies (and yes i AM taking about our cursed fnaf AU. i regret nothing 😎)

sigh

this ask has been sitting in my inbox for long enough.

because i am crazy, i like to mash my hyperfixations together in wild crossovers every once in a while.

yes, my friends, i have the bare-bones skeleton of a Darkest Dungeon x Five Nights At Freddy's crossover tucked away in my DD folder.

many words lie beneath this readmore, all of it silly and self-indulgent. you are not obligated to continue reading if you don't know/care about one or the other franchise.

to be clear, this is a characters from A in the situations of B crossover. i will not even begin with the time-space shenanigans requires to put Junia inside the FnaF 2 office getting all new kinds of afflictions while Balloon Boy laughs at her.

setting: a storage/repair warehouse for (company name)'s broken/discontinued/Quirky animatronics. a weirdly religious and/or moralistic company, thanks to the religious heroes.

animatronics: The DD Cast

Highwayman/Dismas: a rat, and one half of the 'face' of the company and the 'rebellious badboy', supposed to be under-handed and quick to jump to violence on stage, but ours is easy to work with on and off stage. but he doesn't like to talk about the accident at his previous location :(

Crusader/Reynauld: a horse, the other half of the company's 'face' and the 'noble goody two-shoes'. definitely there to teach kids (and remind adults) about Good Behavior, but our guy is a lot more erratic off stage, and holds everyone else to the standards programmed in regards to himself.

Abomination/Bigby: the only one of his kind, a prototype animatronic with a 'shapeshifting' gimmick, but it never worked right and focus group testing showed he probably wasn't gonna be popular enough to warrant further development. 😔

Antiquarian/Josephine: a miserly 'jerk' during the show, except it isn't an act. don't let her have access to wifi, she'll go on amazon and somehow get all kinds of junk shipped to the facility. for some reason making her some kind of bug calls to me, but she could be one of the few 'human' animatronics, just covered up by scarves

Arbalest/Missandei: maybe some kind of bird, haven't decided yet, but she's an older model that is essentially frozen in her archery pose (yeah, she isn't an arbalest in that case, but pretending to draw back and 'release' a bow is less of a risk than a crossbow). at least she's gotten access to the wifi. and does, in fact, sometimes orders things for Josephine.

Bounty Hunter/Tardif: another potential 'human' animatronic, who doesn't have to show any kind of face beneath his cowl (and therefore either doesn't have a face or it's just a bare-minimum structure). with his intimidating stature and scary voice kids either loved him or were terrified. Accidents Happened at the location ours came from, particularly to the bullies and troublemakers.

Flagellant/Damian: my only notes for him are 'So Fucking Defective Holy Shit', but then Kade here came in and was like 'what if he created a distorted version of (DD-religion) because he's essentially a madman trapped in a basement with scraps of a bible' and it made me sad :(

Grave Robber/Audrey: maybe a slight downgrade in being more of a treasure hunter instead of a straight thief/Grave Robber, but at least she's a lighter/more friendly 'villain' on stage. definitely a cat. her model definitely Awakened a few sexualities in-universe. ours was actually starting to steal things from guests and staff.

Hellion/Boudica: a boisterous tomboy beloved by the kids, but anxious deep down. yes, that does essentially make her Roxanne, but at least she's a bear instead of a wolf! 😃

Hound Master/William: a dog, duh. definitely a walking safety sign, giving tips and warnings and such. our guy, though, seems to be behaving more mistrustfully after an Incident(tm) with his former location's security guards.

Jester/Sarmenti: species: Clown. a pretty advanced animatronic, honestly, capable of lots of complex movements and even playing simple tunes on a lute! but, to save on having to program complex facial movements for all the talking and singing he does, he doesn't have a face behind his mask. nobody talks about what happened at the location ours came from :)

Leper/Baldwin: a prototype, an attempt at a human animatronic! but his advanced outer covering required lots of expensive maintenance that was no longer worth it. it's rotted and decayed by now, and he'd rather stay in his secluded corner of the warehouse 😞

Man-At-Arms/Barristan: maybe a cow or a rhino? he's portrayed as a goofy and stubborn old man on stage, but our guy came from a shut-down location and he's got some Erratic Behaviors(/animatronic ptsd)

Musketeer/Margaret: a prototype design in an attempt to 'update' Missandei's model, but development was shut down because Gun. she would have been a 'villain' at least, and there are still gaps in her incomplete programming.

Occultist/Alhazred: a protoype from the 80's at the height of the Satanic Panic, and yea if he isn't an anthro (is octopus too easy?) he's probably got a racist design 😔. development was shut down for Obvious Reasons. but weird shit happens in his little corner of the facility........

Shieldbreaker/Amani: if she's not some kind of reptile she could be a mongoose. very advanced design, maybe even the sole prototype, capable of complex dancing without needing the support of the stage's machinery. but ours at least was almost stolen and her hand was broken off in the process, with some expensive repairs required 😞

Plague Doctor/Paracelsus: mayhaps a Mystery Bird under her mask, or mayhaps Not..... does she even need a face? she's characterized as a quack/old-fashioned doctor on stage, but ours is frustrated by that after accessing Basic Research on the internet. no matter how many times her memory banks get wiped, she gets Right Back On Her Bullshit.

Vestal/Junia: a sweet lil sheep who is the most overt religious/moralistic animatronic of all the company's models. ours has weird Voyeuristic tendencies and has somehow developed a sense of Religious Guilt.

Runaway/Bonnie: tempted to make her a lizard or salamander, but some kind of small cute mammal is probably a better fit. our is for sure a busted-up model that's been in several locations where deadly fires occurred, and doesn't like to talk about that funny coincidence.

Duelist/Sahar: maybe some kind of bird of prey? very haughty and proud on stage with the pretend fights, and ours was starting to take it too far and genuinely attacking her co-animatronics before getting booted to this facility.

yeah, i guess you could say this whole thing is more of a Gay Baby Robot Jail than the overt horror of FnaF, but there could be psychological horror and questions regarding what it means to be human/alive and qualms about having to essentially lobotomize these sapient beings into being compliant with the Ancestor's designs/wishes. also why did the Ancestor found this company and develop such advanced robotics, hmm? 🤔

thank u for making it all the way to the end of this silly crossover. have a cupcake 🧁

[coffee-in-veins]

I know that such a collaboration is far fetched, but what do you think about Dead by Daylight x Darkest Dungeon? I think it'd be cool, but has some issues holding it back. For one, I struggle to pick characters for it. DD has many characters that would fit in dbd, but I can't place my finger on the one.

hello hello! thanks for your ask!

i am genuinely happy to receive any asks, so i'm very sorry that i'm so slow with those lately ^^’

i'm not too familiar with Dead by Daylight if I'm honest, so most of what i'm saying is based on a few videos and a bit of reading. hope you don't mind.

i think the thing would heavily depend on who are 'survivors' and who are 'killers'. if we go with the most obvious route, we get heroes/adventurers locked in the level with DD monsters as the killers. which i think can be a genuinely fun spin on the game - on DD, that is. i'd suck at it as much as i suck in any quick paced action shooter, most likely, but i'd at least try it, for sure.

this way, almost every hero can be incorporated as a survivor, maybe with a slight spin on the experience. like, for example:

vestal can heal a grave wound (once every 6 minutes maybe? i dunno how quick or slow a round is to balance this);

houndmaster can see killer through walls or maybe where he walked because of his dog's nose;

bounty hunter can stun;

crusader can stun (but worse than bh) and heal (but worse than vestal);

leper is slower but can self-heal and is harder to carry for the killers;

highwayman leaves less scrapes and marks while running (or maybe even none at all?) and is overall quieter;

flagellant is annoying to carry, and gets his team a full heal from being impaled on hook once per game;

something like that, dunno. like i said, i don't play DbD, so i can't quite tell ^^'

if we go for killers, the Thing from the Stars feels downright broken in such an environment and can be visually stunning, but lore-wise it's very passive and just wanders around instead of actively hunting people. for that, we can look no further than the Fanatic. hunting people is kinda his job description.

the much more cracked and funny spin, tho, i think would've been to play as a monster and try to get out from heroes who were hunting you. imagine playing as a poor bone bonker and trying to run away from a pissed off crusader with a holy lance at a ready. sheer terror! hehe

[beantothemax]

Darkest Dungeon X Octopath Traveler 2 crossover fic. AKA Sarmenti witnesses the moments before Wellsgrove disaster.

TW for past suicidal thoughts, violence, some eldritch horror that’s going to happen at the end, Wingdings containing disturbing material such as death baiting (but nothing too explicit), and Sarmenti being incredibly unhinged and having some disturbing thoughts —————————————

Contrary to popular belief, Sarmenti does take things seriously. People thought that his personality was one that takes nothing seriously but really, it’s one who took everything seriously and then broke into a million tiny glass pieces afterwards. He’s already broken enough so why not have fun with it? Why not take those pieces and throw them at his enemies? Why not take those pieces and make a horrid song?

The point is, is that Sarmenti tries to make the most of life. He’s been dealt with the worst hand and maybe he should have given up there but what’s the point in that? He still has songs to play and stories to weave and annoying little eldritch horrors to stab. Perhaps not the best life but considering he wanted to kill himself before he travelled the world he’ll say this is an improvement.

Wellsgrove is a break to him right now, at least in his neck of the woods. From what he’s heard from Barristan and Baldwin, Throné was busy preparing and about to make herself an orphan, while Hikari is about to intercept a an arms trade. Meanwhile he’s here with Partitio, watching as the man essentially revived a town in under a month.

He wouldn’t be very helpful in the world of business, so he was outside singing incomplete songs stuck in his head while people quietly tipped him.

Maybe if he was with the others he would have traded sharp words and love ballads for knives but alas. He was not with their group. No blood shall be spilt today by him.

What was surprising though was the fact that all of them were here. Usually they would all go and debate with themselves on which Travelers needed their help before going off with them. Even then, not all of them truly stayed around to help the Travelers actively. Some people, like Audrey and Boudicca, only really tagged along to see the sights. He knows those types would eventually leave at some point, but he also knows that they’re aware that it’s not a good idea to leave when you have no idea where you are.

They still helped, don’t get them wrong. Some just aren’t exactly as invested as the rest of them. He knows who’s staying for a war if you put Audrey and Barristan side-by-side.

(But then again, Audrey stayed with all of them in the Hamlet and the rickety old Wagon all that time ago. Even gave some of her spoils to those poorer folk so who knows. Maybe they were all a bit kinder than they give themselves credit for.)

The fact that all of them were here was surprising. Something that Kazan even expressed surprised in when they all insisted on traveling together.

Then there’s the fact that Damien, Tardif, and Josephine were here. 

Damien was…well he was a bit of an odd ball, even by Sarmenti’s standards. He knew that flagellation was approved by the Church of the Light but he’s also pretty sure that it is not to the point of their skin peeling off and septic rot. Last he saw him, he said that he was going to travel the world to revel in this new kind of pain. Real fucking weird if you ask Sarmenti but who’s he to judge? He went and killed an entire royal court using a cursed song. At the very least though he’s polite to everyone in town, even if they found him disturbing, and thank fuck Damien has enough sense to avoid Junia lest they start stirring up old memories.

Tardif was a Bounty Hunter and well. Sarmenti supposes he wanted to get back to the business as soon as possible. The man said his farewell in Flamechurch, had a…private conversation with William, told them all that he won’t hunt bounties on them out of respect, and then left. At the very least he tried to keep contact with all of them, mostly in the form of obscure baking recipes he found. Him being here was a coincidence, one that was fueled by the simple fact that Throné’s Mother Dearest has a bounty on her but a lovely coincidence at that.

Josephine was…

She was here, lured by the promises of wealth from Partitio’s little business venture. She said she won’t cause any trouble and that was enough for him right now. Whatever quarrel she has with them doesn’t matter to him right now. The others may disagree but if she says she wants to keep the peace, she’ll keep the peace. Besides, starting a fight with the others is bad for her business.

…Sarmenti does have to admit though, having everyone here was nice. If he closed his eyes long enough, he can pretend it’s the Hamlet. He can pretend it’s the Hamlet and they were all free of the horrors that tormented them in the Darkest Dungeon. That the people tipping him were people he’s seen every day and that the people joining in were the other Bards that wandered into the Hamlet’s horrors.

This of course means that things are going to go to shit soon. He knows this. He knows that pattern.

He hears a melody.

Sarmenti blinks and sits up.

He hears it again.

(D-Low A-D-A-A flat-D-B flat)

“…Who played that.”

Sarmenti stood up and looked around. The bards all freeze and stare at him.

“Who. Played. That tune.”

It plays again.

Sarmenti jerked to the left to see a violinist, bow on strings and a blank look on their face.

(It sung to him and it sung until it was drilled into his head and nothing but that cursed song remained.)

He tackled the musician onto the ground, grabbed their throat and squeezed.

Distantly, he felt someone try to pull him off of the musician. He refuses to let go and kept squeezing.

“-menti!”

He squeezed-

“Sarmenti!”

And squeezed.

“Sarmenti let go!”

And s q u e e z e d.

Someone roughly grabbed him and pulled him off. “Sarmenti what’s gotten into you!?”

Don’t they know? Doesn’t they know that song means death? Snuffing it out is the only way to stop it from driving another mad. He has to snuff it out. He has to silence it. He has to he has to hehastohehastohe-

“How do you know that song?” Someone said. Or was that him? His voice sounds oh so far away now. An echo in the sea of madness. “That song is dead. I killed it. I made sure it was forgotten. How do you know that song?”

The musician only stared at him, keeping the blank look on their face and offering nothing but silence.

“Answer me Light damnit!”

The musician blinks and opens their mouth.

✌☠👎 🕈☟✌❄ ⚐☞ ✡⚐🕆 💧✌☼💣☜☠❄✋

🕈☟✡ 👎⚐ ✡⚐🕆 💧❄✋☹☹ ☹✋✞☜ 🕈☟☜☠ ❄☟☜ ☼☜💧❄ ☟✌✞☜ 👎✋☜👎

✋❄’💧 ☼🕆👎☜ ❄⚐ ☜☝☝ ❄☟☜☠ ⚐☠📬 🕈☟✡ ☠⚐❄ ☹☜❄ ✌ 💧❄☼✌✡ 💧🕈⚐☼👎 💧❄✌👌 ✡⚐🕆 ✌☹☼☜✌👎✡ ⚐☼ 👌☜❄❄☜☼ ✡☜❄📬 👎⚐ ✋❄ ✡⚐🕆☼💧☜☹☞📬

Sarmenti steps back. Several people around him start exclaiming in fear.

🕈☜☹☹ ☺☜💧❄☜☼📬 🕈☟✌❄ 🕈✋☹☹ ✡⚐🕆 👎⚐✍ ✋ ☞✋☠👎 ✡⚐🕆☼ 😐☠✋☞☜ ☹⚐⚐😐✋☠☝ ✋☠👍☼☜👎✋👌☹✡ ✋☠✞✋❄✋☠☝📬

What are they saying?

✡⚐🕆 😐✋☹☹☜👎 👌☜☞⚐☼☜📬 ✡⚐🕆 ☺🕆💧❄ ☠☜☜👎 ❄⚐ 😐✋☹☹ ❄☟☜ ☞✋☠✌☹ 💣✌👎💣✌☠ ✋☠ ❄☟✋💧 👍✋☼👍🕆💧📬

Why can he understand it?

Why does he know what its saying?

The musician grinned and grinned and grinned. Several people are running now and oh? Is that burning? What’s burning? Was it his flesh? Is it theirs? What’s burning?

“The Iron Crown will be revived.”

The musician takes out a knife and cuts themselves open, snapping Sarmenti out of trance. He looks to the left and sees Partitio recoil back and put himself in front of everyone else.

The musician falls onto the ground unceremoniously. Everyone stared, because what the hell are you supposed to do after that.

“…Well shows over for that guy,” he said awkwardly.

Alrond and Misha looked at him in horror while Partitio’s scrivener friend gives an awkward cough. Partitio only gives him a disappointed look.

“Hm. Tough crowd. Now what are we going to do with the body?”

If anything that only makes the group more appalled. “I don’t think this is a time for jokes Sarmenti,” said Partitio.

He knows that, but what else is he going to do? Look dumbly at the body and try to explain what just happened? Yeah right. Everyone is way into shock to do that right now. If he can joke then that means things aren’t as bad as it seems to be and that seems about right for him. Worked well for Dismas and Audrey, and if anyone in their little merry band of adventurers were bothered by it then they would have told the three of them by now.

Oh wait, the rest of them. They probably are freaking out right now.

And on cue, Sarmenti sees the rest of the gang come up and oh. Oh isn’t that some of Ku’s warriors? Weren’t they supposed to be getting weapons and then being stopped from getting weapons? Hm. He supposed this little stunt went and changed some things then. No one wants to do business when the town is in disarray.

“Nothing to see here folks!” He announce, much to everyone’s horror. “Just a dead body in the middle of the street! We’ll clean it up soon!” 

Dismas groans and out his head in his hands.

“What the fuck Hikari? Where did you even find this guy?” Said a Ku soldier with a bandanna tied around his head.

“Oh that’s easy fellow war criminal!” He answered. “You see Prince Hikari found us poor souls after we went and-“

A snap is heard from the ground.

Sarmenti looks down.

The musician started to contort into itself. Its skin turning grey and bones snapping out of place.

Oh.

Oh no.

“Get behind me.”

Partitio blinks. “What?”

Sarmenti took out his knife. “Get. Behind. Me.”

Muscles spasmed and grew. Bones creaked and groaned. Arms growing. Legs growing. Head contorting. Laughter. Laughter. Laughter.

(First the brain, then the lungs, then the eyes, then the hands, and then finally the body.)

(Denial, Resentment, Obsession, Ambition, Cowardice. All fought and defeated but it never is over. It’s never over. It’s never never never never over.

The musician speaks. It somehow speaks despite the distortions and it’s familiar. It’s familiar and that’s what terrifies Sarmenti.

A trumpet is heard. Someone screams in pain. He feels blood from his ears.

(Flesh upon flesh being played together. The body becoming an instrument. The body is an instrument.)

It speaks.

🕈☜ ☞✌✋☹☜👎 👌☜👍✌🕆💧☜ ✡⚐🕆 💣⚐✞☜👎 ⚐☠📬 ❄☟☜💧☜ 🏱☜⚐🏱☹☜ ☟✌✞☜ ☠⚐❄📬 ❄☟☜✋☼ 🕈⚐☜💧 🕈✋☹☹ ☜💣🏱⚐🕈☜☼ ❄☟☜ 👍☼⚐🕈☠📬 ☞⚐☼ 🕈☜ ✌☼☜ ✌☹🕈✌✡💧 ✌☼☜ ✌🏱✌☼❄ ⚐☞ ❄☟☜ 👍☼⚐🕈☠📬 🕈☜ 🕈✋☹☹ ☠☜✞☜☼ 👌☜ 💧☜🏱☜☼✌❄☜👎 ☠☜✞☜☼ ☠☜✞☜☼ ☠☜✞☜☼ ☠☜✞☜☼ ☠☜✞☜☼

He looks around. Several of Ku’s soldiers fall in terror. Hikari pales and starts to shake. Reynauld, Barristan, Boudica, and Missandei all look at the creature what Sarmenti can only describe as pure, utter, terror.

The Scrivener took a step back. “No. Nonononono. I left you.” She took a shuddering breath in. “I left you.”

If Sarmenti closes his eyes, he can hear the Ancestor the Heir the Academic the Scholar someone tell him what it was.

(“Gaze upon the Shackled Resignation. The thing that prolongs wars and drives men to hopelessness.”)

A being of bones and flesh, all contorted and twisted in ways one can only imagine. Restraining itself using their its innards and choking itself in its misery. It could probably fix itself if it really looked and tried to untangle the spilling chain-like innards.

It wails and lunges.

Sarmenti takes a deep breath.

(There is always an encore. And unfortunately for him, the people always crave for more.)

(Well. The cosmic beings that like to end the world crave for more.)

He looks behind him and meets Dismas’ eyes. He holds up three fingers. The man nods.

He nudges Partitio back.

He takes a deep breath.

One.

(The thing about encores is that it really does depend on whether the performer wants to perform a bit more or wants to wrap it up.)

Two.

(And the thing is this.)

Three.

(Sarmenti wants to fucking wrap all of this up.)

He swings his knife.

Dismas fires his gun.

The being screams and stumbles back. Sarmenti does the one thing he can think of.

He grabs Partitio, pulls him forward and gets them to run.

HUH. COOL. OKAY. GLAD MY SILLY GUY SAEAMENTI IS COMPLETELY FINE AND NOTHING BAD IS HAPPENING TO HIM EVER

ouuuguuguguhhffffhhhhh kiwi every piece of darkest dungein content you give me makes me yet more and more curious as to just What The Fuck Happens In That Game. i WILL have to look into it one d

ay and tell you how it goes. sorry did you hear something

[jiicos]

[marbleboa]

Rapture and Paranoia

[joz-yyh]

Been meaning to draw Damian holding the three-eyed owl (*cough* mini Tardif *cough*) ever since pets were announced. 🦉🪶

Might do more with this concept, but for now have some FLOOF.

[joz-yyh]

The boys are locked up in horny jail together for a reason, please do not let them out (probably best to stick them in separate cells cuz they 💯 have not learned their lesson).  😳 💕 ⛓️ 💕 😳

[joz-yyh]

A Belated Bounty Hunter x Flagellant Valentine’s Day Comic

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Been working on this off and on for awhile, but figured this is as close to finished as it’s probably going to get. Wanted to add an ‘omake’ at some point as well (which are still only sketches atm). Also, not sure of the best way to post so hoping tumblr doesn’t kill the quality. 

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[joz-yyh]

Heyhey! While theres a lot to ask for when seeing your wips, i’m interested in your BH firefighter first :D Who would have though he liked that profession too! :)

Hehe, glad to hear it! Feel free to send more asks if you'd like! :3c Ah, yes! This idea spawned from my sexy pinup series. I thought to myself, "Well, if Damian is a sexy nurse, what could Tardif be?" A fireman! They're strong, risk-taking manly men who also carry an axe -- It's perfect! (the helmet/mask/gear combo works nicely as well)

Here's some art for you. It's set more in a modern era, where Damian is just a street rat/delinquent drifter trying to find his way. He brawls from time to time to make ends meat, but when he sees a fire he just grabs an axe and tries to rescue everyone he can from the burning building. It's how he and Tardif meet in this AU of sorts. XD

[joz-yyh]

🔅 TFW your Bounty Hunter becomes religious 🔅 (I can only think of one reason why) ☁️ ˗ˏˋ₊ʚ🌟ɞ₊ˎˊ˗ ☁️

[joz-yyh]

Saw some posts about Tardif and Damian with cats ears so I had to do a little something too. 🐱 💕 ❤️ 

Image source is from: Heaven on Earth Perry’s Place Animal Shelter (please consider adopting!!)

[joz-yyh]

Rumor has it that if you bang your boyfriend against a very specific tree in the woods, you'll open a doorway to heaven (but you didn't hear it from me). 🪵💕 My basis for this was just Tardif giving Damian neck kisses, but the art kinda got away from us and became it's own thing.

[joz-yyh]

Don't mind me going full-steam ahead into a Bounty Hunter x Flagellant DD2 AU 🙃 ❤️‍🔥 ❤️‍🔥 ❤️‍🔥 MORE DETAILS UNDER THE CUT!!

Damian loses his memory after being subjected to the physical/mental torture of the "cultist" enemies (the majority of his skin is burned and his fingernails have been replaced with metal).

After being "converted" into their group, he looses all sense of who he is. He harbors none of his previous powers/strength, but proves to be resilient against enemy attacks so he serves as a meat shield or remains chained up until they can find further use for him.

One day, an unnatural owlet visits Damian and the flagellant is instantly draw to it, enough to leave his captors/binds with the help of the fledgling’s impressive psychic abilities. He bonds with his newly acquired feathered friend, the two journeying together, the owl leading him somewhere important, feeding him flashbacks/visions of someone he can’t remember.

Damian finally reuniting with Tardif and the bounty hunter can’t believe his eyes. He thought this man was dead. The flagellant is terrified, unable to comprehend his jumbled memories. Having to relearn to be the person he was before, who this man is, and what it all means -- it’s too much. The bounty hunter doing his best to share the burden, mourning over what’s become of his partner and blaming himself. They both have a lot of baggage to sort through, but at least they have an extraordinary pet owl who can help.