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bleedingichorhearts · 6 days

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𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XVII

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: This is the ending chapter of this story. I hope I made this an enjoyable read for those who were willing to read this confusing yet… silly creation I have made with my brain cells. It has been fun to write and to see people love my characters. I thank you for your encouragement to write more and improve my skills.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // Angst, Death, Violence, Body Horror.

Screeching upon metal wakes up my foggy filled brain. A groan leaving my lips as I move slowly around on the makeshift bed. Filling too weak still to actually make any bigger moves myself. The ache on my neck throbbing painfully like I was infected with a sickness or something similar.

Dragging my hand up through the fabric of the makeshift bed, I carefully placed my hand on my aching neck. Feeling a burning bump there, a sealed wound. What the hell did Dacre do to me? Did Dark Angels have some weird poison in their fangs?

With a low whine, I slowly shuffled on the bed. My muscles burning the moment I sat myself up on the bed. An exhausted huff leaving me at the effort to keep myself steady on top of the bed. My brain, far too woozy to do anything bigger than just trying to right myself on the bed.

Lightly rubbing my forehead with my fingers. Touching my skin felt like fire, like I was boiling my brain from the inside. My forehead burning up, my body shaking like I have a severe case of the flu. It felt like I was leaning left and right to keep myself steady.

A quiet chuff has me quickly looking around me dizzily. My body occasionally failing on me as I try to keep myself up right on the bed. My dizzy eyes looking all around the dark corners of the room for the rumbling sound. Hoping that it wasn’t Dacre returning from whatever he does when he is gone. I didn’t want to encounter him after his… bite.

A glint of silver shines in the dark for a split second. My eyes trying to focus on this appearance. Was this Dacre? Hiding in the shadows, just watching me? No, his armor didn’t have any silver in it. Was this some object I didn’t know of before in this room then?

The object glints again before coming forward, another chuff coming out from the armor, my eyes widening in the realization of the armor color and insignia of the Gray Knight.

The same Gray Knight that killed Clyde, cut him right in half.

I shuffle back on the makeshift bed when the Knight takes another step forward, a low whine-like sound coming from him. His bright blue visor never moving away from my panicking figure. His steps unnaturally quiet for someone so bulked up in heavy looking armor. Yet I notice his steps to be more slower from the first time I saw him, like he was trying to show he wasn’t a threat.

That had to be a trick. No Gray Knight were ever to be so… “kind.” This one only wanted to get my guard down so he can quite literally stab me in the back. To feel me struggle in his arms—

A hiss of his helmet disconnecting from his armor disrupts my thoughts. His hands lifting up the helmet from his head, a strong and chiseled jawline appearing before his pure white eyes glowed from behind his helmet, staring back at me. Long, untouched, white hair falling out from his helmet, making it look staticky.

Just like Salems.

“Where is Salem?” I couldn't help but immediately ask the Knight, looking away from his enticing eyes and at a random wall. His presence commanding: authoritative. This was a trick, this was a trick, this was a trick—

“Our son? He is with the Alpha Legionnaires, little maiden.” The Knight spoke, his voice deep, dominate sounding. His gauntlet placing his helmet on the edge of the makeshift bed.

“Our son?” I question, my eyebrows scrunching together in confusion, looking back up at him. How in the hell could I have a child with him? He was way bigger than me!

“Throne, what did they do to you?” He questions back, gently taking my jawline in the palm of his gauntlet. His form leaning down a bit to my level. My heart beating quickly at his sudden closeness.

“What do you mean?” I respond quietly.

“They took you from me. They took you from us.” The Knight growls lowly, his eyes roaming over my face, almost like he was calculating me. “Four years, I never stopped looking for you.”

Four years? I don’t remember anything then. Is this what they were hiding from me? That I was somehow connected to a Gray Knight out of all the Astartes possible? Apparently Alpha Legionnaires as well?

“They kept moving you away from me.” He reveals, his hand lightly thumbing at my cheek, making my bottom lip bounce every time he traced over it. His eyes tracing over every detail he could. “From my son.”

“I could sense our son’s birth and your demise then.” He continues, his hand gently moving down to my stomach making me shiver as he wraps his gauntlet around it and thumbs at it. His lips very close to my own. “It- it pained me when I couldn’t feel you anymore. I lashed out at one of the Legionnaires in response, just nicking their armor.”

“Throne, I wanted to do so much more.” He hisses through his teeth. “Yet, I knew they were yours just as you are mine. You would never forgive me if I did.”

“…Throne, I miss you.” He suddenly admits with a barely audible whine, placing his lips on mine, a little confused sound escaping me as my chest constricts at his words. His lips kissing down my face, his nose nuzzling into my skin as he inhales. “I miss you so much.”

I whine quietly when he tips my head gently back, attacking my neck with ever growing impatience. Leaving not an inch of exposed skin untouched. Then, he suddenly stops and growls. His tongue swirling in his mouth before he laps it over the bite wound skin on my neck as I wince in his hold. Feeling the ungrateful stinging of the wound as the Knight coated it in his saliva. Purring when he seemed satisfied with his work.

I wanted to whine out his name after such a declaration, but I didn’t know his name. It’s like I have it on the tip of my tongue, but nothing ever pops into mind. My mind going blank with any outcomes.

Though, I remember his name, just… from where?

The Knight quickly lifts his head up and growls at a dark corner of the room. His sound echoing through the room before the knight is body slammed. Armor sparking off armor as the two Astartes snarl and fight one another. Growling things in their gothic I never truly understood.

I sat there on the bed for a moment; stunned at the sudden brawl. Never have seen such a thing happen before. Gauntlets sparking at armor, sounding like they were shattering bones. Inhuman sounds coming from their throats while they both try and get the higher advantage. Their hits growing ever harsher the more they circle one another.

In an attempt to get away from the growing aggression. I slipped out of the bed despite my protesting muscles. The Dark Angel bite having a lot more effect to it than what I had thought it did. I had nearly fell over my own to legs, shaking with each step, my eyes getting dizzy.

I yelped when I felt a hand take me by the hair and shoved me into the ground. My hands reacting quickly to save myself a broken nose on the concrete before my hair was gripped at again, pulling my head back up to meet the unreadable white gaze of the Gray Knight.

“Such a sweet little thing.” Dacre purred; English I didn’t know he had spilling from behind his helmet. My hands struggling with his tightening gauntlet in my hair.

“Dark Angel.” The Knight warns, shifting in his place.

“She tasted sweet too.” Dacre continues, rumbling at the memory. “Had me fuck her while you were unavailable for four years! I thought Gray Knights were better than that?”

“…This ancient Terra is... different to navigate.” He growls lowly, his eyes flickering from me to Dacre.

“Is that so?” Dacre taunts, gripping my hair back as I clench my teeth at the burning pain of it being pulled. “Well, if you were ever more late, I would have fucked her again myself. Provided her with another son; another bond, since you killed my other one.”

I whine at the pain of his grip on my hair and the admission of his unholy plan he wanted to do with me. How could he do such a thing to me? I known him to be kind and gentle, not this… psycho! Perhaps it was all a ruse from him?

“Let her go and I might spare your own life, Dark Angel.” The Knight threatens, his gauntlet twitching. His aura turning cold around him. I would have shrunk away from him if I was able to.

“You killed my bonded! What makes you think I’ll keep yours alive?” Dacre snarls, tugging at my hair. Staining my neck as I cry out. Fuck, do I want to cry right now.

“…You can always get another.” The knight counters.

“Oh, but it isn’t the same.” Dacre huffs. “Perhaps you can find another?”

I choke while an sicking crack fills my ears. My body feeling weirdly weightless. Void of any nerve to feel as I watched myself drop to the ground. Unable to feel the pain of feeling the concrete underneath me. It didn’t feel cold or warm, just… nothing but ringing roars and Salem calling out my name.

“Mother!” I could hear him yell. “Mother! Mother!”

Oh, he sounds happy, giggling in delight. Such a little cheery child of mine. Always running around with a smile on his face. Always there to help me out. Oh, my sweet little one.

Salem is there, crying on his mother shoulder begging his mother to awaken. Please be awake. You’re not really dead, are you? You’re just playing right? You’re just playing! But not matter how many times he begs; she never wakes up.

Not matter how many times Solor had sliced away at the Dark Angel. No matter how many times Solor had flattened the Dark Angels armor beneath him with his gauntlets. The body blood and body matter splatting against his armor as he roars out in anguish.

The only ones that were keeping it together were the Alpha Legionnaires. Asclepius carefully going to work to pull their son away from their little serpent. His own heart weeping at the sight of their unmoving serpent as Salem snuggles into his armor. His breath stuttering while Asclepius himself tries to purr out to their little son. Watching as Hydra gently picks up the limp body of their little serpent in his arms. Hydra’s helmet giving her a little nudge on her cheek and a saddened coo he has never heard from his brother.

Leviathan was tasked to pull Solor out of his rage for just a moment, being the bigger and stronger one out of the other two. He successfully gets Solor to behave he mentions their son as Leviathan suggests cleaning himself off first before reuniting with their son. Not wanting to terrorize their little one any further.

Once remotely in a better position, a few days pass as the four of them take turns properly raising their little son while they try to find somewhere, someone to resurrect their little serpent. Their hearts still clenching, weeping at the death of their little serpent, their little maiden. Yet, they find nothing so far.

So, in the meantime they place her body into a coffin, crafted beautifully by a Blood Angel. Silky flowers lining inside of her coffin. Handpicked by their son and them. Ranging between rose's, camellias, blue iris's, daffodil's, gladiolus, and hyacinths. All perfectly surrounding her body like she was laying in a field of flowers herself.

They let her body rest in that coffin, occasionally revisiting while they search for someone to resurrect their little maiden as Salem is taught the ways of the Gray Knights, being far too similar of being one besides his eyes being off his mother. His height way bigger than an average human. His strength and durability different as well as they hunt down every last remaining human and Astartes associated with her death.

They will have their little bonded and mother once more.

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XVI

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥: “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙

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ikiprian · 1 month

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[Anonymous]: Hey, it’s me again. Just, ah, got a message for you. Under Sprang Bridge, north side? Tell Gordon I found another. No, it wasn’t me, and no, I won’t explain how I always know. Uh. See ya! Or not, actually. [CLICK!]

batman OC time! it’s Salem delos Santos, meta extraordinaire! his powers include:

talking to ghosts! (kind of)

finishing ghosts’ business! (like an unpaid intern)

finding dead bodies, usually those which once belonged, you guessed it, to ghosts! (jesus christ)

getting caught up in murder investigations! (JESUS CHRIST)

and being a short king <3

snips of his fic and more doodles live under the tag “scrybaby” thank u for reading!

#scrybaby #oc: salem #dc oc #batman oc #kipart #for the life of me could not figure which blog to put this on. but i know i wanna write more salem so ig it makes sense to post here?#and i already have a salem snip on here so might as well!#also for tarot cards i had fun. batman was judgement red hood is death #salems card is the heirophant

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r0-boat · 8 months

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Salem finding a human (lingerie, glittered-up, perfumed, etc) writhing in his web at 12am like "oohh nooo you caught mee~" except when he gets closer the human realizes that this is in fact the wrong spider and the wrong spidernest. Cue the flustered apologies while half naked in web bondage in the middle of a chilly autumn night. Midway through the apology the tinder hookup calls-salem had to pick up the call because the human got themselves very stuck to his web and cant access their bag- to cancel bc their dog got sick. To make matters even worse, prior to the cancel call salem accidentally dropped their neatly folded coat into a puddle when he was distracted by them trying to wiggle out of the webbing (this made them more stuck)

OMG can you imagine!?

*What is this?!* his inner thoughts screamed at the sight before him.

A human naked in his silks wrapped deliciously like a gift for him. Only that it wasn't really for him.

The misleading look on his face betrayed different emotion than his true feelings, which was numbness since his soul left his body as soon as he saw you.

The silence was loud when the human realizing that they had the wrong drider.

The Voice cracked cuz they pathetically explained their situation the poor human looked like they were about to cry from Shear embarrassment.

Salem could have yelled could have chewed this human out but instead, he stayed silent. His brain not yet reacting to the situation before him. Instead he quietly said " do you need help?" Has he watched you helplessly struggle within his webbing.

Salem has been called many things and Salem is not a good guy, but never would he ever take advantage of somebody in such a vulnerable situation. A human trembling on the verge of tears and a beautiful one at that made his blood run cold.

You're nod gave him the signal though he hesitated to put his hands on you, Salem effortlessly freed you from the silk bindings.

The autumn night was cloudy that's the two of you waited for your date to come get you outside the cave halfway through your apology your phone in your hand chimes signaling you of a message. Your heart sinks further your date has not only bailed on you but wanted it to be over before it even started...

Salem who was no about looking over your shoulder reading your messages his face scrunched and disgust. Your eyes are red as your whole body shakes.

" what a douchebag." Salem grumbles.

Before you could say anything a drop of water hits the screen of your phone. It didn't take long for the rain to follow...

" great I'm heartbroken cold naked, and wet..." your voice shook. You wanted to cry, but at this point, the thing was coming out."

he plays the hand over his mouth, stifling a laugh.

You gave him a look.

And immediately he responded with with a small smile and a tremble in his voice. "sorry sorry... it's just... it's not you , its the fact that you pretty to yourself up made sure to wrap yourself up in silk just to be in a stranger's territory instead of your date's... sounds like something in a shitty rom-com."

Despite your embarrassment and stress you crack a smile.

" yeah, I'm so stupid..."

Salem Smile faded putting his arm around you. Before giving you smaller one.

"No, he was stupid. You were only a little bit of a dumbass."

He stands up stretching." Come with me I'll take you back to my place I'll get you something warm..." his eyes refuse to meet yours does. His face feels warm, his tone lowering loud enough for you to hear. "I'll even make you some food or something if you want." He holds out his hand for you to take it and you do.

" oh yeah I almost forgot." He mumbled taking off his leather jacket and putting it around you it was a little beat up with scratches and old stains.

" you can keep it if you want I don't want to keep something after a human wore it."

He turns away, but you can still see his ears turning red.

#ro.chatting #oc: salem #Drider oc #drider boyfriend #Cheesy sorry : (#I like my fic with a little extra cheese #monster boyfriend

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peachyymomo · 9 days

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been thinking abt alola agaaiiiiiiiiiiiin

#bro i feel like every time i draw her i just end up redesigning her #anyway i think i wanna kill her with rocks #may or may not have been rewriting some stuff with her...erm #pokemon #pokemon art #pokemon fan art #anipoke #pokemon anime #usum #oc: salem

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cizzle-freezy · 8 months

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I've never really done anything anthro/furry before, but my friends are doing a Wanderhome mini campaign for autumn, so I wanted to make a kitty vagabond based on one of my previous cats, Raven (+ some of Beatrix's kittens that we raised)

She fell in love with a witch, stole her spellbook to kill a god, had a terrible breakup, got her shadow stolen by said witch, got declawed by her home kingdom, and now just tries to keep moving forward with her life despite the losses

(backstory not 100% but that's the plan so far given what I've read of the prompts shown on the vagabond rulebook)

#cizzle scribbles #cat #anthro #furry #wanderhome #ttrpg #oc #original character #oc: Salem #tortoiseshell cat #digital art #illustration #character design #concept art #vagabond

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lnfini · 5 months

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various T2P concepts and characters

#digital art #my art #my ocs #devil #demon #ttrpg art #t2p #the second purgatory #oc: salem #concept art #oc: lamar #oc: maggie #oc: ivy #oc: mastiff

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nutmegpoid · 2 months

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more oc posting

#nutmeg art #oc #oc: salem #oc: cypress #oc: arabella #posting at 7 am cuz Whatever

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mozzawind · 11 months

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And what you hear is not silence It's just the trees waiting to hear what next you'll hum And what you see is not the dark It's just the gods upturning ink pots 'cause they know what you'll become And to those gods, I will speak bluntly "We've an accord if you ever touch or harm him Please, rest assured that you might not fear a man But to a woman, by the end, you'll kneel and plea 'Cause I'm more than what my mum told me to be"

New dragon age OC Salem! She was formally a spirit of Knowledge summoned by Dirthamen but has now become a physical person. this piece is of her before she became disconnected from the fade.

#dragon age #digital art #art #photo post #da fanart #dragon age inquisition #dragon age fanart #dragon age oc #companion oc #oc: salem #da art #not lavellan #the days of arlathan #arlathan #dirthamen #evanuris

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bunnykitty13 · 3 months

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can you show all your fursonas 👀

YEAS these r my current sonas !!! i’ve been wanting to adjust some of their designs (mostly cupcake and salem) so i did it here >_<

#i had a mouse once too maybe i should make a new one. idk….#art tag #furry #fursona #truesona #anthro #oc: kitty #oc: cupcake #oc: salem #oc: bunny #oc: javie #furry art #anthro art

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ruerock · 1 year

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salem ref 🫶 he’s my xmen oc with blood manipulation ability !!

#im in my blue characters era apparently #oc: salem #xmen ocs #my art #my ocs #original character #ocs: xmen

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kitsumidori · 1 month

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🍀 for Salem and Sebastian

Salem

🍀- Nothing much for design inspo, but for her characteristics developed after playing with the idea of her being a mutant. (sharp teeth/claws, feral-like tendencies, ECT)

Sebastian

🍀- I've been wanting to make a sort of nerdy type character for some time and after GLaT with the whole Gythian and eldritch horrors, the ideas of Basy being and eldritch horror himself just stuck.

#oc: salem #oc: sebastian #my ocs

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ikiprian · 1 month

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kip wip of ur choice? :3🤲

DAISY DAISY I LOVE YOU IM SORRY I FORGOT TO ANSWER!!! i forgot. that inbox is a thing i need to check. have longish oc brainrot, salem & angel, big cousin & baby cousin beloveds <3

Angel knows Salem better than he would probably like. In the cracks of his kind-compassionate-confident facade lies something neglected, dust swirling through the open air, stirring wildly with the heave of his lungs. He crumbles and rots, desperately splashes fresh paint over the decay, and it says something about their family that she knows the whys of it better through news articles than first person accounts.

Angel’s a good cousin, though. Her role is easy: she’ll lean in close, mirror his fear, let him comfort her like she’s much younger than she is so he may draw his own safety from the action.

Here, with his face tucked into her hair, she doesn’t even have to exaggerate her expression. She curls herself small and does her best to fit into the hollow space beneath his ribcage.

She wonders if Sam used to fit here, so perfectly, or if he’d chafed within Salem’s frantic hold. She doesn’t remember a lot— a cheeky smile, a hand-me-down toy chest, the punchline of a joke— but she knows they used to fight. Salem would never let family do stupid shit alone, and Sam had been desperate to establish himself as an individual, to split the set.

(This deduction had been extrapolated from stories stolen across the hall, nights when the grownups cracked open their beers and let themselves laugh and grieve. Angel often wonders why she’s not invited. Hadn’t Sam been her family, too? Hadn’t Tito James and Tita Teres?)

(Maybe this is why Salem moved out. He can’t stand their silence, either.)

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Salem hums, haltingly. “I’m here. It’s okay.”

Angel sniffs and pushes herself against him again, slides a hand around his back as if to cling. With practiced hands she shores up damaged frames.

There’s more, she sees, to unpack. She’s read all the articles he’s ever texted her. Probably, she could pass a college-level abnormal psych exam without even studying. But he’s not her client, and she’s not trying to be his therapist. What she is is his beloved cousin, and what he is is falling apart. She’ll hold up what she can, whenever he’ll allow it, and in return he’ll spoil and impress her with his gifts and time and advice. They’ll pretend this is a one-way street, this giving, and leave it at that.

“I’m here, I’m here,” he repeats, barely a murmur. He holds her tight, and every time his grip loosens, it trembles. She notices that he doesn’t let it loose often.

You’re here, Angel thinks back. Maybe she’ll develop her own superpowers. Contact-based telepathy. The only way to get it through his thick skull.

She thinks it as hard and she can while he leans on her.

You’re here. It’s okay.

#kipsnip #scrybaby #oc: salem #oc: angel #angel is so much more perceptive than salem realizes rip #he tries to Break The Cycle of generational trauma with her by talking about the common mental health issues in their family #and she nods and goes uh huh. uh huh. and hes got no clue he just gave her his blueprint #despite his best efforts she knows exactly how fucked up he is #and he actually has nothing to worry about she thinks hes the coolest anyway <3 #delos santos kids i love you #ignore the fact that i killed sam i love the rest of youuuu

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