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Was asked to plot and storyboard a music video to ‘The Game’ by Disturbed by a film student friend. I came up with a story of supernatural weirdness, love and revenge where a boyfriend allows himself to be possessed by a shadow demon rather than die, all so he can protect his girlfriend from the thugs who murdered him. All the way through the song it seems as if he’s the monster, but instead he’s protecting her from the bad guys.
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Khezapeth, also known as Coalbit and CheeseApple. 9ft obsidian skinned nightmare with shears where his hands should be. Protective personal kiabit. Not someone to fall afoul of.
I haven’t left the flat in a month or more. But today I went to the corner shop and got a mask. Solely to be able to paint Khezapeth’s teeth on it. Because who doesn’t want to look like a shadow monster with a lot of teeth instead of a person thinking this idiot mask will save them? (Also my hair turned grey when I was 21 - I blame san loss. Or Hastur Hastur Hastur- damnit...)
I do confess: I corrupt the young...
Me: Here's how you bake bread. And random 18th century English stuff. Like pease pudding or mulled ale with spices and gin...
Me: Here's how you talk to ghosts. Seriously. Ghosts are lovely.
Me: Parents and siblings can be arseholes - so can you - it's like a Sunday lunch made of stress and served daily. Family relations get better when you can come and go as you please.
Me: Be nice to cats.
Me: The old gods are there if you listen to them.
Me: Graveyards are chill. Spend the night if you like. Statues and war monuments less so - don't sleep on their pedestals without tribute or reason.
Me: Weird shit happens. Some people don't like seeing it. Some acknowledge it. Some indulge it.
Me: Wear what you want. Faery? Goth? Cyber or Steampunk? Victorian waif or dandy? Shakespearian? 18th C? Viking? Death knight? Zombie hunter? Just Wear What The Fuck You Want. Rock That Shit.
Me: Learn tarot. It'll fucking drag you I guarantee - and forewarned is not the same as forearmed. But hey. That's some powerful witchy shit. (And you may get important memos about upcoming events.)
Me: Your outfit is provocative, fashion forward, goth as all get out and awesome - you're beautiful! Oh - that? - the nine foot shadow thing with blades for hands and phosphor white eyes? He'll be your date at the party tonight. If anyone does anything you don't like - especially concerning the hitching up of dresses or the lowering of knickers, he'll fucking stab them.
Everyone else: ... ... ...
Me: What?
Are you pestered by idiots?
Does Anon hate plague your mailbox?
Introducing Khezapeth v2.0!
(Newly upgraded, sleeker operating system: still Bedlam compatible but now with extra shears!)
No need for reconfiguration, Khezapeth 2.0 is multi-platform compliant and can be installed preemptively or retrospectively! No extra hardware needed! *
Reblog to tell your friends!
Reblog With Intent to install.
 Terms & Conditions: Khezapeth 2.0 is a free-running anti-abuse programme and TalesOfNecromancy cannot be held responsible for his actions.
 * However Khezapeth does appreciate lapsang souchong tea, pipe tobacco, cinnamon, white pepper, soot, blades, and assurances that Bedlam would be proud of him. (He’s very fond of the blood of his enemies too, but he prefers to get that himself.)
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This is an oil painting I'm working on based on an old drawing of mine. 3am-terrible-don't-care-paint-sketch vs fixing things properly in the morning...
Trying to get that out-of-focus-the-horror's-just-behind-you feeling. Needs more work. Might give this a break and try something else...
This is Khezapth. Although he’s also been called CheeseApple, Coal Bit, Kiabit, and The Coal Man. He is a nine foot tall shadow monstrosity with bladed shears for hands and far far too many teeth. He is a jealous, highly protective and frankly psychotic spirit.
His hand was at her throat, pinning her to the wall, and he pressed the rest of himself - face - breath - hips - against her just as hard. She tried to twist, to turn her head away and succeeded in half choking herself - sNiK sSnNiIkKK sNiKkk SniIikK sniKK. It sounded like tailors shears cutting silk. Something warm and heavy arced in droplets against her face and clothes as the pressure against her windpipe fell away. She opened her eyes. CheeseApple’s phosphor grin in his obsidian face filled her vision as she heard the honey-thick ribbons of crimson run and cascade from the glint of his shears. The hand that had been at her throat was no more. The body it had once belonged to had faired no better. Puddles, she thought. Giblets. Red. And, Eew...
Khezapeth, my murderous shadow, drawn manga style by one of my friends.
