drewdrawsstuff:

huffnpuffsheriff:

[[Bigby Wolf indie RP - set loosely before the events of TWAU. Multi-fandom, Crossovers, AU’s, and OCs are welcome!]]

I made something to distract myself from novel and short story writing, because I am much excited about the second season finally coming out.

Come harass ask Bigby Wolf questions and send prompts! 

OOC: Long Overdue

[[Hey friends and followers, long time no RP. I wanted to let you guys know what was going on here: I’m going to be moving this blog to archive soon. I may or may not return to RP in the future, but my current creative energy is going into semi-weekly DMing and into a multi-novel series in which Bran is one of the key characters - which is another reason for the need to take this blog down. I want to avoid any potential confusion for when the books go to publish. 

I’m grateful to everyone who has interacted with Bran since he first debuted here on Tumblr and helped me shape him through writing his salty ass over the past few years. While the story he is now in is entirely new, many elements of the OC will still be present. If you enjoyed writing with him, I hope you enjoy the books when they come out as well!

I’ll post a proper link to follow the publication process and maybe some sneak peeks if anyone is interested. We’ll eventually need beta and sensitivity readers as well, once the second drafts have been polished up enough for readability. If you like weird, occasionally creepy urban fantasy with a diverse cast of mains where no one is straight and sometimes trees get pissed off, then have we got got a book for you…]]

posttenebras:

drewdrawsstuff:

Some design sketches for @posttenebras gargoyle creature, Malachai. Trying to get myself out of this drawing slump I’m in, and drawing monsters is always a good way of getting the ball rolling. 

His look is based on a combination of the Notre Dame grotesques and the Disney’s series that I still have not accepted ended 20 years ago. I actually messed up with his horns - he’s supposed to have six, three short ones on each side of his head, but upon doing a version with those, we both agreed it looked weird and a bit too derivative of the show. 

He’s actually a sort of golem, created by a witch who apparently deemed it necessary to have anatomically-correct protectors around. I ain’t judgin’.

He looks so good. Grumpy looking marshmallow that he is.

[[Reblogging from the OOC blog]]

posttenebras:

The gargoyle had been hovering behind the redhead, swaying slightly, shifting its weight from one paw to the other. It seemed uneasy, but there was a tension to its movements that said it was ready to fight. 

Whatever reservations the boy had about the gargoyle’s intentions, it was now made clear, that it was at least not planning to let the Lady eat him. 

Which may or may not be a small comfort.

“Of course. That offer still stands.”, the creature said as the Lady dragged herself closer with a rattling hiss. “And I would suggest you accept it soon.”

He glanced sidelong at the gargoyle as much as he was able without actually taking his eyes off the Lady. Between the darkness of the room and the inhuman features, it was impossible to tell if it was being sarcastic or was just a very literal thinker. 

She was rising up now, like an enormous, deformed cobra preparing to strike, swaying slightly as she eyed her intended prey and the possibly troublesome interloper. A warning snarl escaped her throat. “Mmmhhaaaa-ine,” she hissed through a jaw not meant for human speech, pointing at the gargoyle. “Lllleave.”

“Yes. Uh. Yes, please,” Bran muttered, backing closer to the creature. 

posttenebras:

The rotten smell was worsening, creeping around them like something physical. The creature dropped down even lower, its clawed paws bracing itself on the ground. It seemed like it was ready to bolt.

The question stepped it dead in its tracks, however and it tilted its massive head curiously. There was a moment of quiet, only interrupted by the slowly encroaching rumbling and growling. “You don’t.”, the creature said finally, in the simple, matter-of-fact way of someone who didn’t even consider the alternative.

It pushed itself up a little further, stretching its neck to look over the boy’s head and down the corridor. “There she is.”

From the darkness of the corridor, there came a sickly pale creature. Its skeletal upper body seemed misshapen, its features deformed into an almost reptilian smile full of teeth. Its long, thin arms dragged it along the floor with a horrible scraping, scratching sound. Its lower body consisted of two atrophied legs with a thick, snakelike tail growing from between them.

“Ah.” 

Whatever reserves he may have had were quickly overwritten upon the Lady’s appearance. Where there was uncertainty with the gargoyle creature’s intentions, hers’ bore none at all; her eyes were dull, devoid of any intelligence, and focused on him with a singular purpose: hunger. 

Bran swiveled around and backed slowly away from the reptilian creature, his camera now pointed towards it as if he could somehow ward off evil with amateur journalism. She wasn’t attacking just yet, seemingly distracted by the beam of his flashlight, but he also got the disturbing impression that she was taking her time as she half-slithered, half crawled into the room, moving around the edges rather than coming for him directly.

Prowling, he realized. “Is that offer for escape still open?”

posttenebras:

The creature, who’s attention had been so focused on the boy below until that moment, turned with surprising speed, its head held high as it sniffed the air. “That is the White Lady.”, it explained and let itself drop to the floor. “She will eat you if she finds you here.”

Now, standing almost to its full height, the full size of it was revealed. Even hunched over, with its wings folded against its back, it stood nearly six and a half foot tall, but straightened out with it’s digitigrade legs extended fully, it would easily clear the 7 foot mark. “She does not bother me, but you will be a fine meal for her.”

It moved its inhuman head around, sniffing at the air. Even though it still kept to the shadows, its size and build were much more obvious now and the two short, but thick, hornlike protrusions on its head exaggerated the movement. “Come with me, I will show you a way out.”

Common sense generally warned against simply trusting the word of someone you’ve just met under (literally) shady circumstances, more so when that someone is hulking, monstrous, and clearly not human. Wary though he was, however, the creature seemed earnest - and far less evil than whatever was causing that smell.

“White Lady…” Well that didn’t narrow things down much. He could think of a dozen mythological and folktale cryptids off the top of his head that matched that description. None of which were friendly, for that matter.  He’d stopped backing away, but kept the camera carefully fixed on the creature while eyeing the door uneasily. “No offense meant, but how do I know ye aren’t just trying to save me for yuirself?

posttenebras:

Up in the rafters sat a huge creature quite reminiscent of some of the monstrous statues overlooking medieval churches. A dark, winged gargoyle was staring down at the redhead with glittering eyes over a batlike nose.

“You are looking for the monsters?”, the creature questioned, leaning further down than should be possible. It was only when it was nearly parallel to the floor that the thick, prehensile tail came into view, that held the gargoyle up on its perch. “Why do you come looking for something that could kill you?”

The Scot swallowed hard, glancing between the screen where the creature was clearly illuminated, and the shadowy form that it was pointed at. It moved with surprising grace for something its size, in a smooth, pensive fashion rather than the lumbering one would expect.

“Curiosity, mostly,” Bran admitted, keeping the flashlight’s beam away from the creature now - as long as he wasn’t attempting to illuminate it directly, it seemed to be content with staying in one place. Either it didn’t like light, or it was still trying to avoid being seen and didn’t realize what the camera was for.

With his attention focused on the gargoyle-like being, it took him a few seconds to realize that the air had gone unusually cold. An acrid smell crept into the room, and he heard something, like a rumbling shudder, coming from the hallway he’d just exited.

“….What was that about other things besides yuirself here…?”

“You’d be afraid.”, the creature said and some part of that dark, compact shadow moved away from the main mass before returning to it. An arm or a leg or … possibly a tail. “Your kind is always afraid of me. That is why I am here.”

A short moment of silence, as the boy fumbled with his device. “You are afraid already. Why would you look for the monsters in the dark, if they scare you, little thing?”

“Who says I’m afraid?” Bran retorted in that too-casual voice people use when they are trying harder to convince themselves than their audience. “It’s kind of my job. I look for answers where most people won’t.”

Job… Hobby… arguably the same thing, when you got down to the meat of it. Spook hunters paid well for tangible evidence of hauntings, or, whatever this was. And even if they didn’t, he’d probably be doing it anyway. 

He flicked through the camera settings, finally getting the view screen to light up in various shades of eerie, glowing green. Triumphantly, and if with some trepidation, he pointed it in the direction of the dark mass.

…..Ahh.