#wraith wrath

[thefalseapp]

Wraith Wrath - Chapter III

Inej wasn’t surprised that he was able to find her and her crew a place to stay so quickly. What she didn’t expect, however, was the name of the building he bought. Sanktum. Kaz Brekker, the one who loved to annoy her so much with his snarky remarks about her faith had called an entire establishment, which happened to be across the street from the Crow Club, Sanktum. Was this a joke? A small jab in the ribs for good fun? Or a key piece in one of his giant schemes? All he said, while vaguely pointing at all Inej’s knives, was that, at least, her Saints would have an appropriate place to rest. 

The tavern was humble. The decoration was minimalist and modest. A few nods to crows were to be found in the tapestries and some ornaments, undoubtedly to make sure people were aware of who was the owner of this place. But a proper and respectable accommodation nonetheless which is a bit ironic in the Barrel and surely must have raised a few eyebrows. Even she was skeptical until a couple of rats ran into the lobby up to the stairs. Well, that’s more like it. The ground floor was packed. It was loud and people were rushing in and out. Most of them ended up stumbling toward the Crow Club, with the help of skilled steerers. Drunk, jolly, well-fed, and ready to spend the rest of their day gambling with what they have left in their pockets. One will be fool enough to doubt Kaz’s pragmatism. On the first floor, the rooms were small but more than enough for people who had spent the last two years sleeping in hammocks stacked on top of each other. As for the top floor, most of the walls had been destroyed, enough to give a sense of space but not too much for privacy. On her right, as she opened the door, she found a tiny desk, and on her left an armchair in the corner next to the window. She advanced a little bit further and discovered a tiny bathroom. 

At the very end of the room, Inej found a four-poster bed with velvet curtains. This kind of luxury was extremely hard to find around here. It felt too much. Almost out of place. 

She sat on it and remembered the last time she felt this way. Too much. Out of place. 

Inej had said goodbye to her parents after only two weeks with them. She was more than overjoyed with their reunion. But the dreadful shadow of her past since her capture kept her from thoroughly enjoying it. Her parents had an idea of what had happened. Even though they were loving, caring, and comprehensive, there were still a lot of things they didn’t know about. Things that Inej couldn’t allow herself to say out loud. They didn’t need to hear this. To be haunted by the same ghosts as she was. 

Certain words, smells, or pieces of clothing were enough to trigger her. She had dreamed so many times to be back with her family. Like nothing had happened to her. But she knew since the heist at the Ice Court that it wasn’t possible anymore. That she was different now. She couldn’t deny it or hide it from herself. She could either run from things or face them. Yet, every time they looked at her, she felt her skin shrink almost like she squeezed herself into an old leotard that no longer fit her frame. And she refused to let her parents see what was truly under. 

So the first stop she made with The Wraith was in Ravka to let her parents go back to their lives while she continued her journey on her own. She swiftly encountered Nina there and they promised to write to each other as much as they could before their next reunion. She remembered Nina looking devastated and lost but still able to fake a smile. Between Matthias’ loss, her new powers, the pressure, and the startled look from her comrades, it must have been incredibly tough for her. Still, her eyes had a spark in them. They were glistening with hope. Hope she could change things. Truth is, she wasn’t going to change things. She was going to shake the world upside down and he will be better for it. 

Everything they endured made Inej who she was today; all she could do now was move forward. Find a new purpose and a new meaning to her life. And she found it at sea. She belonged where the sky and sea met and melted into each other until the horizon vanished and they became one. It made her feel like she was floating and flying at the same time. 

With a sigh, she finally lay down on the duvet covers. Her eyes caught the delicate golden threads forming little stars on the midnight blue curtains of the bed. It was beautiful. 

She let her mind wander again. She didn’t know if she should talk to Kaz about the real reason that led her here. On one hand, informing Kaz of a threat in his city would be the right thing to do. But, she knew that Kaz wouldn’t let her do what she had to do on her own. She might be Captain Ghafa at sea but, here, in Ketterdam, he was King. 

The sudden change in the atmosphere of the foyer alerted Inej of Kaz’s presence before a blow on the door with the carved crow head of a cane could. 

It appeared to her that she must be the only one not to see Kaz Brekker at her door as a bad omen. 

She jumped off the bed and made her way to the door. When she opened it, his amber eyes met hers directly this time. They glimmered in the sunlight that came from behind her, catching the rays like precious gemstones. He surely stole those as well. From either his mother or his father, she didn’t know. Thief. 

She turned around and settled into the armchair while Kaz stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. His eyes darted from one point to another without ever settling on anything for more than a fleeting moment.

She knew that despite his ability to blend seamlessly into any environment while wearing his confidence like a cloak, he was never truly at ease unless he was in control. And yet, in that moment, she couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps, just perhaps, she held a small piece of that control herself. 

As they stood together in the quiet solitude of the room, Inej allowed herself to savor the rare moment of intimacy between them, knowing that it was a fleeting luxury in their world. A world that was about to become a lot more dangerous.

[malky-tea]

Another picture in WoDzine, though I don't remember if it was in the first or second issue :D

Whoever I consider in the World of Darkness, vampires, demons, changelings and so on, I will ALWAYS have fortune tellers or necromancers (if the setting allows for such) at the top of my list. When it comes to ghosts, necromancy falls away on its own for obvious reasons. But fortune-telling is much better. I love the Spooks guild immensely, with the Oracles guild coming in a close second place.

And today I'm going to show you a soothsayer. Alas, he was not a member of the guild and is actually a renegade. But his main Arcanos is Fatalism, so that's fine. His name is Jonas and he has been wandering the Shadowlands for over a hundred years. A long time ago he suffered at the hands of the Oracles guild. Driven by revenge, he founded a renegade circle called "The Eye". There he takes in similarly unfortunate wraiths with a similar fate. His style of divination is divination by the wraith's Corpus and their Plasma. Yeah, it's a little violent. Often, however, when we struggle with someone, we become like them, if not worse. There is an attractive drama in that.

Jonas has appeared twice as an antagonist at my games. Oh, the players had to hate him a lot, because it was the Oracles who starred. Strangely enough, despite all the misfortune they caused each other, they found common ground with him and became buddies. Amazing result, I thought he would be destroyed.

[truth-01001001-liar]

Ilabael Muhr of Jora’ruhn

[vlwittauthor]

Meet Arvalyn, a human in my WIP novel Wrath of the Wraith. Art done by @madeby-meru

Arvalyn is from the country of Armidea, and one of the 4 main characters.

Arvalyn wants to ignore him; to just finish his grub and go to sleep, but Arvalyn thinks the man looks like a kicked puppy. Arvalyn sighs, defeated.

“Tell me about Bob. He must be a decent fellow if you were that excited to see him.” he says before shoving a spoon of stew into his mouth. He winces then takes a swig of ale because the stew is over salted.

“Oh, he sure is, he was a childhood friend of mine,” while speaking, the drunk man waves at a barmaid and points to Arvalyn's ale when she looks at him.

[theperrylleluniverse]

THEY LOVE HER YOUR HONOR

[jisforjudi2]

This is one of my favorite looks for Della from season 9. Her hair isn't teased too high and it's cut around her ears - kinda pixie-ish but not really. It's not as casual as her hair in the first couple of seasons, but it's not too fussy. I love the neckline of her dress. Not sure if it's real or fake fur but I like the way the fabric folds and the fur is woven thru the neckline, and not just a collar that lays over the dress. I think it gives the dress more structure. (Oh yeah, Perry's in this photo too.)

[sansan9]

[secret-fiction]

Spyro, Wrath of the Wraith, Masterpost

I've finally begun to share my new fanfiction project, Spyro, Wrath of the Wraith. This is intended as a General Audiences cartoon adventure in written form set after the first 3 classic Spyro games.

I will attempt to list links to each chapter here as I post them:

Chapter One - Artisans Ambush

Chapter Two - Sunny Flight

Chapter Three - Dream Weavers Descent

Also check out this illustration that @superemeralds did for me a little while ago! They also designed the Wraith character in this illustration.

Read it on Ao3 or FFN if you prefer!

[beastsovrevelation]

Alba Baptista as Ava Silva

Warrior Nun (Colossians 3:9-10)

[shadows-coffeebeans]

@bigjbonk

[thefalseapp]

Wraith Wrath - Chapter II

It took Kaz’s every bit of strength to conceal the rush of emotions that surged within him when Anika told him about the return of The Wraith. His heart was pounding. Too fast for his liking. Way too fast. He hadn’t planned this. Or maybe he did. He couldn’t tell between the moments he dreamed of her coming back and those where he wished for her to stay away from this city and him so he wouldn’t have to deal with the feelings that came along with her company. 

I can help you. Those were the very first words she ever addressed to him. And she did help him. In more ways than one. But he was certain he couldn’t live up to the expectations she had for him. He couldn’t be the boy he was before Jordie. That boy wouldn’t survive in a city like this. And he didn’t want to be that boy again. He had let him sink at the bottom of the sea along his brother’s body for a reason. Kaz Brekker was the only way to survive and thrive. Even if all the broken pieces couldn’t be put back together anymore. Even if he was only half a man. Kaz Brekker had been who he needed to be. 

All those years, working together, side by side, he had done everything to make sure Inej wouldn’t believe he would become something he was not. But she was headstrong. Way more than he was. She made him yield quite a few times. He never quite understood the hold she had on him. But the only thing he was certain of was that they had saved each other. Again and again. 

The sharp pain in his leg warned him of his fastened pace. Patience was not on his side today so he shifted his weight to rely more on his cane. He needed to slow down if he wanted to arrive at the Slat standing. 

Those two last years have been pretty time-consuming. Pekka Rollins vanished into thin air. The Dime Lions left behind became stray cats. Roaming the city to find a place. All the gangs wanted to put their head in Pekka Rollins’s old crown and their feet on his desk, claiming the title of King of the Barrel high and loud. After all the trouble Kaz brought in the Barrel, he wasn’t going to leave any crumbs behind to pick after. He was going to make sure that nobody would become the next Pekka Rollins, the next Jakob Hertzoon. And it took a lot of work. A lot of bruised shoulders, a lot of persuasions, and a lot of transactions. Diplomacy wasn’t his forte. He preferred to leave that to what was left of the Merchant Council. By the end of last year, a lot of the members had been replaced by new ones. Roeder was still helping him keep tabs on all of them. Even if they were barely adult enough to take some serious missions, their youth, their desire to please, and their recklessness could become serious threats. 

But right now, all of this could wait. He turned right in an alley and took the main one leading to the Slat. Kaz flexed his gloved fingers. Saying that he was nervous would be an understatement. He was completely frightened. Like a boy. Suddenly, fighting a Grisha drugged with Jurda parem didn’t seem so terrifying after all. 

He crossed the hall and started climbing the stairs. He knew where she was. He composed himself before opening the door but when he did, the tiny bit of confidence he built after each step suddenly left him. He was right. She was there. He had forgotten how enchanting she could be, sitting on that window ledge, her legs dangling in the air, with strands of her soft hair around her face. Her beautiful dark eyes were closed and her long lashes were caressing her cheeks.

For how long had he stood there looking at her? Turn around. He turned his back to her and went towards the sink. He set aside his cane, took good care at removing his gloves, and put his hands under cold water. This simple routine helped him recover a sense of control. 

“Hello, Inej”. His voice had been deeper than anticipated. 

He could sense her presence getting closer. He finally dared himself to look in the mirror and his eyes met hers. Her gaze on him was so timid yet tender that, once again, he completely lost the ability to command his own body. How absurd it was of him to think that observing her through the mirror would be more reassuring than meeting her eyes directly.

His hands were freezing, still in the faucet. Neither of them were sure what to expect from the other. He could tell. But she will always have her place in Ketterdam. And she will always have her place near him. 

“Hello, Kaz”. Her voice was like honey and he was ready to feed on every drop of it.  

“You and your crew have a place to stay?”, Kaz said in a tone that he sincerely hoped seemed detached. 

“I was hoping you could help with that.” 

“I cleared the two top floors of the tavern that replace the Kaelish Prince across the street from the club. One for your crew, and one for you.” 

“Are you hoping that after two years at sea, my men will fill the coffers of the Crow Club?” Her eyes were playful and so intense that he had to look away for a minute. Coward.

“I don’t need your men to fill the coffers. Plenty of pigeons have already taken that task very seriously. But who am I to refuse honest workers a seat in my establishment? What they do after is up to them. And you, Captain Ghafa.” 

An honest smile captured her face while she looked down at her feet. He missed this. But mostly he missed her. Her presence. They could be talking or staying silent, it was her company that he cherished the most. 

“I don’t need an entire floor, Kaz.” 

“You can sleep in the broom closet if you like, but the top floor is yours”, Kaz said firmly. 

No need to argue this one out. The two top floors have always been vacant. Many of the Dregs were curious about that. Kaz Brekker doesn’t do something for nothing. Especially when it can mean financial gain. The thing is, he didn’t owe any of them an explanation. 

The truth, however, is that Kaz had always hoped Inej would come back to Ketterdam, to him, and he wanted her to have something more than what he was able to offer her before. That something was Sanktum.

[vlwittauthor]

Before running to her duties, Elaryn turns to Tavyth, and they pull her into a quick embrace.

“Stay safe, songbird,” they say after they plant a kiss on the top of Elaryn's head. She pulls away from the embrace and starts turning so she can help with the wraiths, knowing Tavyth is already mirroring her movements.

“Only if you promise to do the same, darling,” Elaryn calls behind her.

Meet Tavyth (they/them) and Elaryn (she/her)

They are two of the four main characters in my WIP debut novel Wrath of the Wraith. WotW is a political dark fantasy feautring lots of magic (especially necromancy!) that will be released late next year. Blurb on my blog 🥰🪦⚰️👻

[theperrylleluniverse]

THEY ARE JUST THE CUTEST!!!!

[oliverdarkson]

WrathSider and Oramira.

[starry-bi-sky]

Aaa ty! its a Danny Phantom x DC/Batman au i’ve got, haha. CFAU is short for “childhood friends au” and its in summary an au where Jason Todd and Danny Fenton grew up together in crime alley. Rath is a version of a character the DP fandom calls “Dan”, an evil version of Danny from an alternate timeline. I’ll be honest he doesn’t show up much at all in the au, but cfau Dan is so different compared to canon that I love talking about him anyways.

boob window showing off the gaping hole in my chest

[burrythelies]

Pardonne-moi.

Non, ne me pardonne pas. Qu'il y ait encore au moins une chose qui reste entre toi et moi. Insulte-moi. Renie moi de tout ton être. Haï moi jusqu'à plus soif. N'oublie pas. N'excuse jamais. Ne plie pas. Garde cette rancoeur. Entretiens les flammes du doute. Sois amère.

Que tu ressentes encore

- n'importe quoi

pour moi.