#which is what terrifies him

[tryingtimi]

Kill The Flame

Darmon threatens Urien finally. We're here, we've made it, I finally finished. The title came from the lyrics of IN THREES by AS IT IS, Set It Off, JordyPurp which was also one of the inspo songs of this piece. Enjoy.

Context (tho its non-canon): After Darmon and Syon's team saved Evalon, they captured Urien and threw him in the dungeon. Darmon, however, feels he has some unfinished business with him, so he visits.

NON-CANON | SLIGHT VIOLANCE | SLIGHT HOMOEROTIC INTIMIDATION | WC: 1,754

Darmon’s candlelight dimly reflected on the dungeon’s wall as he sauntered deeper into the belly of it.

He left behind all his crystals, except his eye, before he dived down here, and he didn’t accept the torch the guards offered him. His candle had been more than enough.

Scratches ran across the uneven surface of the stone where a spider hurried away from his faint light. Rocks crunched under his boot, still air of mold and age filling his nose when he finally reached the cells.

He stopped there for a moment. Consuming blackness ruled the place, not a hint of brightness trying to overthrow it. Quiet scraping reached him from one of the corners, breaking the complete silence, before settling into stillness again.

Darmon held himself back to squeeze his grip on the candle holder way too strongly.

He stepped inside the hall, the open space’s weight crawling onto his shoulders despite the darkness. He didn’t need to see to know the cell he was searching for was mere steps away; the only chamber that’d been occupied.

His candlelight trembled on the aged bars as he walked closer, weak light revealing the soft silhouette of a figure.

Darmon has seen many kinds of insects on his way inside, yet none of them made him as nauseous as the man sitting on the stole. The eye patch that covered his new eye crystal was something he needed some getting used to, yet it did not disturb his sight. He could clearly see as Urien Eval sat with his straight back to the walls, one leg crossed over the other, his fingers interlocking before his knee, eyes closed. As if he was resting. Peacefully.

Darmon set his jaw when the bastard cracked one unsettlingly white eye open.

“Ah, the human.” Eval’s lips did not turn into a smile. Darmon still felt as if they would in any second. “I must confess, you being my only visitor rather surprises me.”

Thin layer of dirt stuck to his face and clothes here and there, but he held his chin just as high as before. Even his tone did not change.

Darmon stepped closer to the bars, so he could take a closer look at him, the iron’s coldness radiating toward his face.

Eval opened both of his eyes, slightly turning to him while cocking an eyebrow. Darkness blanketed most of his body, heavy shadows embracing his face in the somber room. That hint of a smile became almost visible.

“Hm, I see. In the light of your relation to my bride – be that any of the kind – you felt obliged to come here. Curious. Had she asked you to, perhaps for the sole purpose of intimidating me? What it is she expects to accomplish?”

“The Queen has never been your interest in love, lest your official bride,” Darmon stated calmly. A drop of melted wax ran down the candle, indistinct scattering accompanying it from somewhere deep within the chamber. “Furthermore, Her Majesty has no knowledge of my whereabouts. Not a single soul has.”

The shadows waltzed with the light as Eval unlocked his fingers, then steadily rose from his seat. With every prim step, his figure became more and more visible and clear. Darmon wondered if he should lift his eye patch already.

“Not a single soul,” Eval repeated, humming along with the statement. “And why is that, human?”

The flame of the candle crackled as Dramon brought his hand even closer to the bars. Its light brightened Eval’s figure from beneath, the shadows dancing on his face.

“I wish to speak to you privately.”

The corner of Eval’s lips twitched upward.

“A secret.” He clasped his hands behind his back, gazing at Darmon from his boots up to his face. “Are you not worried, dear sir? I’ve heard you haven’t always been the most reliable link to your cause. Indeed, you’ve been rather an obstacle to your precious group of subjects, for the fault of a previous secret. Ah, you are surprised I know this? Well, there’s no need for that grim expression. I had no interest in your affairs to send my birds after you before. Nor I was aware of your existence. It’s just guard talk.” The bastard stepped closer to the bars, his breath reaching Darmon’s face. “However, you did turn out to be worthy of some curiosity. You’ve come here in the shadows just to converse with me. I assume you require a kind of information you don’t want others to have in their possession. Amusing. Clearly you despise me, and yet here you are. Risking your carefully built little trust.”

Their gazes trembled in the candlelight, the still air turning even more motionless than before. Darmon’s hands itched for his crystals as he watched Eval’s utterly triumphant smugness spread across his face. He’d been living behind bars, deep under and far from everything for weeks now and still, his confidence in victory never seemed to waver.

“Is that what you assume I’m here for? Information?” The mage blinked at him, putting his free hand into the pocket of his robe. Eval’s white eyes flickered with interest when a clinking sound echoed through the room.

“Certainly. With the others, I admit, I’d have my doubts, but with you… I know. Human, you are in my dungeon, which I designed and you still kept it as it’s always been,” he glanced around as if inspecting the place beyond the darkness. “That whispers of so much more than you think. It says we’re much alike after all.”

Snickering, scattering, quiet squealing. All the things that lived in the dark gathered around, but Darmon did not behold the scare of them. He stopped himself from grinding his teeth, slowly pulling a chain of keys out of his pocket. His chest filled with such weight as he placed the right one into the keyhole.

“You might be right,” Darmon started, “yet you’re so wrong. I have no special talent or aspect of my individual. While you have a gift, you see. A quiet special gift. People might wonder, how could you be proficient in more than one thing and what they witnessed when we captured you was something they might never find an answer for. You’re a living legend to them, a secret, a mystery. You have the blessing and the curse of your people. The Royal Eyes, those.”

The lock opened with a click.

Darmon lifted his gaze from the bars and a shiver ran down his spine when he found himself facing the very thing he was expecting. Vile satisfaction in an open smile.

He gripped the bar of the entrance.

“But I am not the people. I’ve studied the nature of many of your eyes and their mechanisms. I know things comprehensively. You might have won against Her Majesty and even Cronyl because of your gift and skills.” Eval backed slowly as Darmon opened the cell. “But there is a reason why I was the only one who could stop you. ”

He stepped inside, the entrance closing in with a quiet thud. There was a moment of utter stillness, silence weighing his shoulder down. He took a step forward, yet Eval had nowhere to back away. Not as if he wanted to, considering everything Darmon knew about him so far.

However, it didn’t matter. He raised his candle to see those predatory white eyes staring at him. Then, he lifted his eye patch.

“With your gift, you’re capable of seeing your kind’s magic inside their body. That’s your advantage. They’re predictable for you,” he said, his replaced eye crystal highlighting the golden magic flowing in Eval’s body. And behind him. “But I do not bear that inside me.”

Darmon gestured with his hand as Eval launched forward in the next moment. His nails sharpened into claws and almost reached his nose before the bastard was forced back to the wall, dropping to it hard while his body and limbs got captured by bronze-gold shackles made of godrind.

With that, Darmon had a better view of him; his ears mimicked his nails, sharpening into almost as dangerous as a knife’s edge. His teeth peeked out as Eval grimaced from the tightness of his godrind tethers and they seemed more like fangs than anything else. His Wildness reached its peak, his whole appearance reminding Darmon of a feral animal.

Yet, he still couldn’t see the one thing on him that he longed for the most.

Trapped and caged, Prince Urien Eval still somehow maintained his confidence and arrogance by looking at Darmon as if he was sitting on his throne, triumphing over him. His barbaric state didn’t matter when his thin lips curled into a smug smile and his white eyes conveyed he did not lose control over himself; letting his Wildness loose was his choice.

Something dark and vile arose inside Darmon.

He stepped close enough to Eval to reach the wall behind him, so with a light touch of his finger he could guide the godrind pieces around Eval’s neck, tight.

“You,” he whispered, feeling his shame drawing back in the shadows from whatever was coming alive in his chest. “You might think you’re indestructible, perhaps some kind of god. With what you possess, you might be close to one of them. You’re someone, because of your ability, and with that, you could have been useful to us. But. Oh, but you chose to do the very thing I cannot leave without consequences; you hurt not only the nation but Syonehlia herself. Thus, you must pay.”

Darmon exhaled deeply, his candlelight violently wavering beside him. He gazed deep inside Eval’s white eyes, searching for that one thing he wanted to see. The thing he came for.

Eval raised his chin as the godrind collar tightened around his neck even more.

“Without your ability, you’re a nobody. And so I’ll treat you like one,” Darmon finished his thought, the deepest, darkest part of himself awakening fully.

The corner of his lips twitched upward while he leaned over to kill the flame to fulfill his promise, obnoxious satisfaction circling inside his veins as doing that, he finally earned what he oh so longed for.

A glimmer of genuine, pure terror.

[the-barefoot-hatter]

pediatricians are hard to find.

you aren't broken and other important things a triangle needs to hear

[sincerely-sofie]

Alright. Going to play more Slay the Princess now. Y’all’s reactions to my worst theory yet scare me. Have some fanart to enjoy while I dive back into the insanity.

[koipepo]

⚠️ cw: implied castration, scars, messy ass sketches

It must've taken a learning curve for Reek to finally be brave enough to expose himself.

[krysmcscience]

Don't mind me, just slacking on a big Billford comic by making other far more ridiculous Billford comics and also some AU art (please excuse my slapdash human!Bill thank you please, also before anyone asks the art style is messy and all over the place because idgaf LOL)

This started out as an excuse to design a Bill Cipher-inspired "wedding" dress, but then spiraled wildly out of control. Various rambles and a bunch more human!Bill arts under the cut, including another silly little comic at the end! (Feel free to skip the rambles, I won't be offended. I know I'm bad at shutting up. XD)

I may or may not write some comedy stuff for this AU, which I'm calling 'For Better Or Worse (But Mostly Worse)'. While Ford DOES remember getting sloshed enough for one thing to lead to making out with another after karaoke, neither he nor Bill remember this wedding, At All. The Love God did nothing to dissuade them from going hog wild on their marriage spending, either, so it got...uh. Exorbitantly Expensive. As in, the grand total could probably buy the entire fucking MOON sort of expensive. (It's fine, don't worry, Bill's good enough at crime to be able to afford it.) Also, because the logic of this AU is mostly dictated by Rule of Funny, the Love God's powers are close to unlimited when it comes to matters of romance, but ONLY when it comes to matters of romance. (Like weddings!)

Want an empty human vessel to smash the soul of a triangle into for date nights or when it's convenient, or perhaps even when it's NOT convenient? Easy peasy! Want the marriage to be recognized in every corner of the multiverse from now until the end of time, thus making any potential future divorce nigh-on impossible? Can do! Want to buy an entire beach for the ceremony and honeymoon and in general, and totally not at all because it would be Super Hilarious to prevent any specific movies from being made on that very same beach in the future? Fine, whatever, it's not his finances he's ruining!

Does the Love God also provide special rings that just so happen to turn incorporeal as long as the "happy couple" doesn't remember that they barged into his dreams to bully him into presiding over their marriage? ...No comment!

He spends the next thirty years trying and failing to get in touch with either of them for payment. This is why you should always demand half the money up front, my guy!

Also it's absolutely a traditional Jewish wedding, because I like the idea of Bill demanding all the keepsakes from the marriage that he paid for, and being completely confused when one of the things he's handed is a fancy container full of broken glass. He gets it later, but in the moment, he thinks the Love God is just fucking with him some more.

Ramble over! Here's the full dress that caused the comic to happen, along with what Ford wound up wearing at the wedding (and begrudgingly agreeing to put on again later for Reasons), aaaaand also a close-up of Bill's ring:

I may have forgotten to draw Bill's hair floofier when drawing the back of the dress, lmao

Since double ring ceremonies have been leaking over into Jewish wedding customs for a while now, Ford also has a ring, but his is the much more traditional plain gold band. There's definitely a message engraved on the inside - embarrassing, cringe, or incriminating somehow - but I haven't decided what it is yet, so use your imagination for now. XD Bill, on the other hand, saw the phrase 'traditional plain gold band' and said "No Thank You" before proceeding to embellish his ring to his liking. And because he's a secret sap who adores Ford's extra fingers, the triangle points add up to twelve, as do the engraved stars. Yes, they're stars, not dots, I just got lazy. There's also six lashes on the eye gem, and probably an eye engraving on the inside with another six lashes. (Bill's got it BAD, okay? We all know this.)

Here are the initial scribbles of Bill's custom vessel in more casual attire, please ignore the wonky anatomy and the fact that I flat out refuse to ever draw him with a proper top hat:

He does actually need a cane in this vessel; since Bill tends to possess men and especially Ford more often than not, he's used to having a higher center of gravity when in a human body, so his ability to balance is pretty garbage. (He may or may not topple over with concerning regularity.) As for his empty eye socket, his bangs don't do much to hide it since he's so high-energy (dude is constantly on the move), and he also refuses to wear a patch over it, because 1.) why bother, and 2.) it's more fun to freak people out.

To better align with Ford's attraction towards the strange, the vessel was designed with super minor shapeshifting ability - Bill can look like a perfectly normal human, but he can also make the teeth and fingers sharper whenever he likes (which is mostly just when he's angry or being more of a menace than usual), as well as slit down the pupils or outright ditch the irises altogether. He can also have whatever he wants in the downstairs department, just because I'm an indecisive bitch on that front, lmao. Maybe he can have boobs if he wants them, too, but I ain't drawin' tits on no triangle, nuh-uh, no sir. His powers are otherwise limited down to what humans can do, because for some reason, the Love God doesn't trust Bill to not snap into Immediate Apocalypse Mode if he's given a physical form that's actually all his and no one else's.

Due to the body being all his and no one else's, it's also not really a standard possession so much as it is just...Bill being temporarily human. He's a lot more aware of and in tune with his human body's senses than he ever was with his "puppets", which makes things like pain a lot more intense. (He is mostly fine with this, because he's a fukken masochist.)

A bit more fashion stuff, including beach and party attire~

The beach outfit was mostly me trying and failing to nail down his body shape, which is still not bottom-heavy enough. I then decided to slap a bikini on it, before making it supremely unsexy with a pair of fugly shorts, because Bill's fashion choices are not allowed to be conventionally attractive. Meanwhile, the party outfit was mostly me looking at the casual attire I designed, asking 'how would Bill make this Worse', and then drawing the result. The mismatched thigh-highs are killing me inside! :D

No, his vessel can't actually summon fire, I just drew it for funzies before I decided on said vessel's limitations. Yes, the gold brick tattoos are absolutely a reference to the fic 'Knowing Me, Knowing You' - I simply could not resist.

I also HAD to draw Bill in one of his canonical(?) shirts, just made tank-top'd:

He is absolutely about to over-correct and fall backwards after this. USE YOUR CANE, GOOFBALL!!! (I meant to draw Bill closer to this degree of bottom-heavy in the other images, but. Alas. I am bad at anatomy, LOL)

And, last but not least before More Comic Time, I attempted to draw him closer to Gravity Falls style:

Jury's out on whether or not I succeeded, but - hey. I tried. Now have some Handyman Bill AU, but with my goofy human design, instead:

Hey, it's a 'mystery snack', and the guy wanted A BITE to eat - the joke was right there, guys!!! (Based on this post, because it just screamed BILL CIPHER to me.)

whoops i forgor bills ring and cracks ahaha too late now

I WILL SHUT UP AND STOP RAMBLING NOW K THX BYYYYYE

[serpentface]

This was going to be a panel of a little comic but I got too invested in drawing minute background details so, here.

[megsamforever]

I'm reading through the Jinlan City tag for SVSSS on AO3 again (because canon divergences for that are one of my favorite things) and I love that so many authors agree that the best way to fix things is for Shen Qingqiu and/or Luo Binghe to simply burst into tears.

[dykedvonte]

Can you talk about trans!Curly a little bit more? I'm curios if you have any headcanons and the like

-💀

It's just such a thing in my mind because it adds a truthful sadness and differing aspect to mouthwashing.

If Curly was trans it adds the horror of the horribly selfish thought he could have easily been in Anya's situation. It could've been him but it wasn't and he so conflicted on the pit it put in his stomach that brings and the shameful relief it wasn't. In this scenario he is friends with Jimmy for a long time still. Jimmy likely knew him pretransition. Maybe he gave Curly weird looks then, maybe they never stopped after, maybe they seemed meaner. They are guys now, bros, both of them are. He doesn't really have to worry what those looks mean anymore, Jimmy just has that face with him sometimes. It's recontextualizing a lot of things for him that he was in denial about or too ashamed to admit. How naive he was being and how he let that get another person hurt.

Specifically with Anya, it's he knows the dread and fear she's feeling. He can understand it because he had to live with it for a good portion of his life, he knows it cause he still does, just in a slightly different way. It makes him think of all the times he's been alone with Jimmy, all the times he's been way more drunk off his ass and not remember the night, Jimmy was always with him the next day. Makes him think of the comments he would laugh off both because that's what guys do but because that part of being a girl says to laugh so Jimmy doesn't do something. It's the selfish realization that he was never safe and he's uncertain now too. Mad at himself for forgeting that feeling, espcially since for a long time he would've been considered the only woman on a crew (with all that implies) for a long time.

He should've taken those blinders off, step back into that position for just a moment and it's so much more painful that Anya likely came to him because he should've gotten it. Those thoughts don't leave his mind after the crash when he's in an even more vulnerable position than she was...

[clownsuu]

Small detour of what I usually post, but I absolutely wish (other) clown the best of luck during these confusing and almost hopeless times- nobody knows how to deal with such amount of attention in such short amount of time- a blessing and a curse to behold

[da-janela-lateral]

Guilt.

[budd-ie]

I think it would be really funny if fashion trends in ghost city mirrored the style of their beloved shapeshifter chengzhu’s most recent appearance. Whatever he wears? That’s what’s IN right now. It would also be funny if they always got it like. Slightly wrong. Chengzhu is wearing a long coat today! Long clothing MUST be the most fashionable. If your coat isn’t down the whole block, it isn’t in! The longer the better! Chungzhu is wearing hoop earrings today? Of course big rings are all the rage these days. Put them on your ears, your nose, your fingers, hell put them on your whole body! On your house! On your dog! The bigger the better! Look, he even gave a ring to grandunc—I mean his wife!!! If you don’t have one, you’re gonna look SO last week. Chungzhu’s wearing black today? Of course that’s the best color. Didn’t you know? If you aren’t wearing black, you’ll probably explode by at least tomorrow I think. That’s what I heard, anyway. Is it what? True? Hey don’t shoot the messenger, that’s just how it is. “I thought he was last seen wearing white and a ponytail” where did you hear that? And they heard it was blue? Black was last week? That can’t be right! Whatever….both is fine. I’m not taking any chances and you shouldn’t either.

[starscr0ss]

im thinking about celestia and the abyss being literal opposites (chaos and order) and im thinking about childe and lumine being sort of embodiments of that, just not in the way we think. after the latest natlan quest its clear to us what the fatui intends and what they want- i think the tsaritsa more than anything loves humanity, which is why she directly opposes celestia who are known for bringing down different civilizations. childe, as Her weapon and Her blade is an extenction of that: he's a blade forged by the abyss, bathed in Her holyness, meant to strike down those who sin. lumine (talking solely about traveler lumine) is the literal sister of the prince of the abyss, she has clear ties to it and at this point in the story still is hesitant about fully opposing him (i love angst). her entire story revolves around chaose and disrupting celestia's (and the fatui's) order. isnt that fun

i think what childe longs for the most is control- control of himself, his life, his powers, his story, his fate. i think what lumine wants the most is freedom, which is just another phacet of chaos

anyways. you see it. the themes are theming

[podcast-hemocytoblast]

By the time cars were invented, Jonah Magnus was already well into the body hopping game, which raises the question: has he ever actually learn to drive? Did this man sit through driver’s ed? Or has he just been getting out of legal repercussions for his shit driving by telling the cops everything he knows about their deepest darkest secrets every time he gets pulled over?

[vladdyissues]

Dropping some headcanons here.

Vlad finally having someone for himself in the sense that, he's someone's main priority. Finally! Something that was only a concept, a fantasy and as the years went by an impossible dream. And now, now it's a reality. Danny sees him, thinks about him and gives him priority. It took them a while we in getting there. Now they're a team, a unit. Sometimes that thought alone has Vlad in the brink of tears, 10 yrs together and at times he gets anxious that it will be gone. That Danny will leave for someone else or get tired of how jaded he is. That's fine, he'll have his moments and then Danny will remind him that they have forever. He's not leaving, he can't, he doesn't want to. They'll be together for hundreds of years, to infinity.

My pompep-loving heart grew two sizes from reading this, anon 💗

[thenamesapollo]

i got reminded of an old post I made saying that nightmare can't be a capitalist and I'm just realizing now that I WAS WOOBIFYING HIM

[itsdefinitely]

i wanna know more about the jerries/jeris

do you want to know the most horrific thing about them?

the lords did nothing to make them the way they are.

yes, the jerry jr was turned into the axeman because of the witchwood, which does what it does because of the lords, but everything leading up to that is just human nature. i see the "girl jeri is nibbly" or "they were influenced by a lord to do the thngs they do" and i need people to understand that that's just. not true. they're just like that. they were taught to be like that by their parents and, more accurately, their church. it's horrifyingly accurate how religion has shaped them into non-functional human beings, who would rather potentially lose their child to the many, many dangers of the literal woods than admit that they had sex outside of marriage.

it's only because it's hatchetfield that jerry jr grew the way he did. there was no lord's intervention in their decision to keep the baby, or to drop out of school to care for him, or to keep him seperated from any other people, or to revolve their lives around the idea that they'd committed a sin and needed to pay by pushing celibacy rather than. i don't know. properly raising their child. it was the way they were taught. the toxic pushing of overexaggerated christian ideals is what molded them. can you imagine being in their place? being a scared teenager and knowing that if you told any of the people you care about most your secret that they would shun you and disown you?

the only people they felt any kind of safe around were each other; of course they're going to be codependent. and even then, they're disgusted by each other for leading them to sin. they're stuck together unwillingly, because without the other, they're alone.