A web serial about curses, magic, and the friends we made along the way. Updates when it updates.
Hello, curse squad fans!! We’re always working on new content for you to enjoy, and we’ve had this one on the back burner for a while. Now we’ve finally gotten it to a place where we feel like we can announce this exciting project:
Wicked Hearts: the Something Wicked Dating Simulator!
They leave town. It’s a bit of a hassle to get through all of the crowds and find the right way out through the circuitous streets, but eventually they manage to get out, passing the line of protection stones around the town, and head north.
When they’re a little ways off, Lucian opens the lantern on her belt again.
“Oh, what’s this? You’re finally letting me talk again?” Solanus asks. “Wow, thanks so much! I thought we were all friends here, and you keep me closed for a hundred years. I thought I would forget all about you, my best friends who used to help me out by carrying me around and talking to me.”
“We were in the middle of town,” Lucian says. “And it’s literally been about an hour since I shut you off. You can stand to be quiet for that long.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to,” Solanus says petulantly.
Lucian adjusts her bag. “Come on, let’s go. If we can figure out where this town is and it’s close enough, maybe we can get there soon enough before nightfall to find a good place for camp.”
“Wait!” Isla protests. “What about the festival?”
“What about the festival? Isla, we have to find your memories.”
“I mean…” Isla bites her lip, then says, “Lucian, come on. We’ve had a really rough time for the last month. We’ve been on edge since we left the palace. Would it be so bad to dress up and join in the parade or something?”
“Yes,” Lucian says. “We don’t have time, and I don’t want to hang around in a town with an admitted demon problem. Now come on, let’s go.” She starts walking again.
Lucian probably has a lot of stories to tell (and gets to tell them a lot of times because Isla forgets them lol). a friend of mine gave me a doodle prompt for this and i loved it so much i had to make it a full drawing. don’t ask where they got the marshmallows (and why Lucy and Sol have them)
That night, Isla dreams of a long road, and of searching for something. She walks and walks until darkness falls and red eyes peer at her from all around, but she never stops and never finds what she’s looking for–whatever that even is.
She wakes to an odd shuffling sound, and has to blink a few times to find Lucian–in a new set of faded clothes that seem to be very worn-in–feverishly pacing back and forth.
“You, uh, okay there?” Isla asks. “Is everything okay?”
Nya and I did a quick collab for tonight’s post :D we figured we needed a break from soul crushing Aurel art lmao
They keep walking, and the remainder of the walk is only noteworthy because Lucian appears to be happy. Considering recent events, it’s not exactly surprising.
Wherever they’ve landed, it’s hilly country, far enough out of the mountains to be mostly grasslands, but not far enough out of the mountains to actually be flat. If Isla looks out into the distance, she can see more of them, towering up into the sky.
It’s not an easy walk. The path isn’t well-used and Isla has to duck to avoid low branches here and there and the way is more uphill than downhill. More striking than the difficulty of their walk is the sheer life around them. There’s crickets and birds and rustling in the green plants and starbursts of flowers scattered among rough stones and dirt. It’s such a strange shift from the utter silence and lifelessness of the palace.
It’s…nice.
They drift in silence. Isla stares out over the side of the vessel and the ground flying past below them. They’re getting close to the ground now.
“Uh, Lucian?” Isla asks. “How are we going to land?”
Lucian glances over the side. “Good question. Sure wish I knew the answer.”
“Lucian, that’s not helpful. We’re getting close to a forest, there’s no open space to land,” Isla says. “If we don’t do something, we’re going to crash.”
I’m very emotional about many things from the last arc, especially Lucy. its not every day you get brainwashed into giving your best friend a heart transplant without their knowledge yknow? I sketched and colored, and Sphor did the lineart!!
I told myself i wouldn’t title this post after a song or a meme but you know what i did? I did that very thing.
The vessel sails swiftly and smoothly through the air, and the ground is so far away that it seems to barely move beneath them, hundreds and hundreds of meters below. It’s so far down that Isla can’t even imagine the height.
Isla’s not sure where they’re going, or if it’s the direction they want to be going, but they haven’t got that many options since they don’t really know how to steer the vessel and she can’t get a candle flame to stay lit in the wind, much less cast a spell with it. So they sail out past the mountains and over the bright green flatlands criss-crossed with shining blue rivers.
It doesn’t really matter where they’re going, as long as it’s somewhere else.