#lord vicar

[lesdeuxmuses]

Lord Vicar - Fear No Pain (Svart Records, 2022)

[vomitaydefeca]

Sulphur, Charcoal and Saltpetre

When I was a boy, all alone Could not go to sleep, I was afraid Thinking to myself, I must sleep Ordering myself: 'time to sleep

But the veil of sleep would not come I would have to wait in my own dark room Imagining the world full of horror Looking through my blinds, reflecting all

Did you think that you could? Take it in as you should? Or did you end up crying? Instead of dying trying...

Old man staring through the eyes of a child Waiting in the mirror every time He would always open wounds I was hiding Horror, old trauma and the fear of dying

These are the ancient measures The ingredients of nightmares Expecting tainted pleasures Receiving only pain

I was a random child Selected to be taken Bullied and then tortured In the name of glory

Forced to scream your prayer Repeating it ever louder Filling more bags of powder Until I dream of nothing

Now I connect the wires Inhale the power of fire Offer my living soul disappear in a hole

'Do believe in our cause forever And forever will I stand by your side Powder and the flame are a priority But you know just how much you mean to me...

There's a proper time for separation And it's a perfect way to say goodbye If the doubts arrive there's a prayer It will help you be prepared to die

Through the valley of the shadow of death You will need to hold your head up high Repeat the prayer through your final breath Eternal glory comes, and the final rest'

Written on the walls at the house of sorrow You can find the names of those who burned Greater yet, the pain in little drawings I could not remain in that room

But children of that place remain with us They illustrate the burden of our lies And make us feel the hell of all those memories Buried in the grave of the fireflies

[bizarrobrain]

"The Temple in the Bedrock" by Lord Vicar - From "The Black Powder" (2019)

[izunias-meme-hole]

Soulsborne Villains

[thisisnotthenerd]

and we're on to our first full casters, the bards:

feel free to share your reasoning/propaganda. used all of the poll options for this one.

[val-of-the-north]

I don’t know what this is for or if it can ever be useful, but here it is I guess.

[queytery]

I saw that everyone was doing it and decided that I also wanted to :з

увидела как все делают и решила, что тоже хочу :з

Vicar Max and captain Heather: casual, after fight and alone

викарий Макс и капитан Хизер мои любимки ^о^

в повседневности, после тяжёлой битвы и наедине (͡° ͜ʖ͡°)

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And here is interrogator van Calox and lord captain von Valancius, in chronological order: act 2 (ceremony), act 3 (Comorragh), act 4 (after Ephrates) and postcanon (just married)

а тут у меня Хейнрикс и Ют, в хронологическом порядке: 2 акт (Церемония), 3 акт (Коморра), конец 4 акта (после Ефрата-2) и постканон (женатики)

дополнение!

actually, i'm shipping a troupre 🤭 love Jae, she is my crime partner, everything is sweet and chic with she and Ute, though Hein is get annoyed by her (only until act 4)

на самом деле я шипперю триОТП 🤭 Джай моя любимка, с Ют у неё всё сладко и шикарно, а вот Хейн бесится (до 4го акта 😏)

[lesdeuxmuses]

Lord Vicar - The Black Powder (Svart Records, 2019)

[deadrlngers]

WIP DAY

i was tagged by @moonmothers @devilbrakers @flymmcargo @nuclearstorms + @hibernationsuit thank you guys so much!! <3

tagging: @morvaris @faarkas @shadowglens @voerman @faerune @ladyshar @liurnia @halsin @gortash @risingsh0t @necroticpetals @druidgroves @malefiicarum @feypacts @florbelles @calenhads @thedeadthree and anyone else i missed! can't remember exactly who writes or not so if you see this just say i tagged you

disclosing my violante/ruven/gortash (pre-game events) agenda,,even if it's mainly vio here but if i added any more of the wip in here you guys would kill me bc it's already so long. anyways who doesn't like masked balls?

“Dare I ask who I'm in the presence of?” The gems nestled in the fine silver net adorning her hair made a gentle tinkling sound as Violante tilted her head forward in a courteous bow tasked to open the dance. When she rose to meet her partner’s gaze once more, she resumed: “And most of all, is it friend or is it foe?”

Even beneath the mask, the wicked shine of Enver’s dark eyes appeared brighter than the play of light on the golden wings that stretched from the front of the mask to his hair. “Vicare, the only human man that could fly.”

Vicare – Violante wished to laugh. Was his arrogance the cause of her amusement? Or perhaps it was his full, unabashed, commitment to that little theatrical play they were staging? Whichever the reason, she found that trying to conceal her smile around him was beginning to verge on the impossible. Disgraceful…but thrilling, she couldn’t wait to let Ruven hear of it.

The music carried their voices along the notes like they were part of the sheets; it was a concerto of violins, lutes and harps. Violante could hear the distinct sound of a few wind instruments as well but failed to recognize them. The melody was slow and soothing, inviting the dancers to know one another, play their coy games before dealing their full hand when the culmination of the song would strike.

They stood shoulder to shoulder, barely letting the fabrics of their clothes brush one another as they drew a circle on the floor with their steps: a dance that resembled more the stalk of two wolves ready to attack, reach for the throat and sink sharp teeth in the flesh and let fate settle who was going to bleed out first and declare the other victorious.

“The name holds a familiar sound.” She spoke calmly, voice just above a whisper but carrying confidence, pride. A pride soon betrayed; a quick glance stolen with the tail of her eye to the dark haired man, searching for any hint on his half covered face that would reveal his thoughts to her. She hoped for the stars, yet she was no astronomer at all. Whatever Enver Gortash was thinking, from amusement to annoyance, remained a well guarded secret. “I’d like to hear the tale of the man of the golden feathers, if he’s willing to share.”

The violins played a grave note and as if spells were casted, each performing pair jumped into position – facing each other, one arm up as the back of their hands brushed the one of their partner in a gentle kiss of the knuckles. His hand to her waist, her touch above his shoulder. "Do I have to tell? I'm sure you know well how the story goes. The one that dreamt of flying too high in the sky – accused of free will, punished with the amputation of his wings.” He leaned forward, a cunning smile curling his lips upwards charmingly. “They used shears, if I remember correctly, to make me never wish to fly again. Quite the gruesome spectacle it was.”

Enver’s back was straight, tense as the string of a bow ready to let its arrow strike the prey, yet the movement of his steps was nothing but light and elegant as they spun in unison with the other dancers like a gentle breeze barely caressing the marble under his feet. He was a great dancer, Violante couldn’t deny it.

“Yet you persist, don’t you? Behind those walls you still look up for the cobalt sky.” A swirl, restrained in perfect graciousness learned in years of training with a certain drow, the rich crimson fabric of her gown twisting around her body like a tail. “Which amount of punishment is enough to make you learn, I wonder.”

His eyes narrowed yet that wicked grin didn't falter. “Flying is a thought, and nothing can stop an idea. The wind reached me even when my feet were bound to the ground." They waltzed into an outside spin and moved into the next step with a final touch of the wrist, pulse against pulse. “Besides – I can take a fair amount of penance, if rewarding.” His fingers twitched against hers, nothing more than a controlled and quick brush tauntingly demure, yet just enough to make Violante wonder, take the hint of that touch and let her mind carry it on as it pleased. The power of a thought, wasn’t it? 

Enver appeared no less pleased, be it the quick flash of her surprised expression or the sudden rigidity of her muscles. “Now that I’ve answered your question, allow one for myself: who are you in turn?”

Violins stood out from the choir of instruments with a strident sound this time, separating the couples as if the touch of one another was akin to reaching for a flame with naked skin. Violante arms rose up in a fluid movement, like the fluttering of a bird’s wings or the stroke of a brush, while Enver’s form bended in a half-bow, one arm behind his back and the other circling his waist.

“Death.” She expressed sharply, excited as if her time in this play had finally come. “And if I recall correctly, even Vicare couldn’t escape Death.”

[bornetoblood]

Hi wren it's been approximately one mintue since you asked for a drawing request and I WANT LOZZA I WANT TO SEE YOUR LITTLE MAN !!!

i fucking hate this guy

[izunias-meme-hole]

[bethrnoora]

william brent bell let me fix your movie for you

[fantomette22]

Quick bloodborne sketches !

No i swear Maria recruitment for Byrgenwerth is not happening like that in my next chapter. This, is the meme edition. But yeah let the poor girl go out there.

Oh and of course…

What do you mean it didn’t went like this?

Yeah Willem is not that enthusiastic

(+really old doodles of well the same thing)

Ok more seriously i’m sure Laurence was really intrigued by the watchdog of the old lords for some reasons. You can be sure he tried to study the blood of the creature..

And to finish, Annalise and her king consort !

Yes, the context is sad 😔 and i’m not giving any