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[diviinitatis]

@sanguinesmiles / x

“Ever since. Never really thought about taking someone else under my wing. I wouldn’t dare, even if they begged me to.”

And, for the most part, no one had, thankfully. Tatiana preferred to keep herself hidden from any curious folk. She preferred having a quiet life - it may have looked uneventful to one like D’Ablo, but it was satisfactory to her. Not many exciting things happened to her, but what had happened was more than enough.

“But what’s done is done, and here we are. And, now that I’ve told you my sad little sob story, I think it’s high time you told me yours.”

Forgive my candor-- he wasn’t sorry at all-- but that sounds like a very lonely existence. Even if she was talking about turning a fledgling, he got the impression that Tatiana kept to herself in general. Even though D’Ablo never intended to turn anyone, he made sure to stay surrounded by people. He thrived on company. He couldn’t imagine such an existence.

My sob story? What makes you think it’s a sad story, and what makes you think you’re entitled to it?

[ofrxvia]

Castlevania Season Two Sentence Starters || Accepting! @sanguinesmiles​

She expected that from one of the few remaining Witchers in the world? Perhaps another time, he might have laughed, but for now she only received a slight smile, and an amused expression from him. He knew very much what it was like to feel alone, both physically and mentally. He had grown cold to it. Perhaps she had not though, and he answered her, all while crossing his arms along his chest. “Figured you smart enough to know it already.” A slight jab, a tease, but he understood the want to hear something said, even if it was obvious. “No, you’re not alone. If you don’t mind a Witcher, that is.” They were friendly enough, in his mind. She had saved his hide a few times now, when he had been badly injured. He did consider her a friend. Made him wonder if she considered him the same, though if she saying that to him, perhaps she did.

[lover-de-lettenhove]

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"Fear? Hah, I've nothing to fear from a flea-bitten mongrel," he scoffed, though he wasn't being entirely honest. There was plenty to fear from angry, biting dogs; he was just lucky it wasn't one of the disease ridden monsters that formed packs outside of villages. Now that his brief encounter with a vicious canine was over (and ignoring the embarrassing shriek she probably heard), he turned his attention to, well, the lady.

It would've been improper of him not to do so.

"It's a good thing I was here to fend it off for you though. I would hate for that nasty beast to have turned its attention on you." Aaaand there was that ever dashing smile - it was like his arm wasn't bleeding or that he hadn't just been bitten by what very well could've been a rabid dog. "But be not afraid. Dandelion, conqueror of beasts and master of the written word, is here for you."

Ever the melodramatic ladies-man, he gave her a bow.

[lostgirlinaseaofstars]

@sanguinesmiles

Nighttime mist and rain would obscure most people’s visions, but not Star’s. One of the many perks of being undead.

Star was adapted to the night and all of its splendors. When she wasn’t surrounded by wild yet secretive boys and the heavy, crippling peer pressure to kill, she respected and eventually appreciated the vampire lifestyle. It wouldn’t have been possible without the help of the female vampire, who was an outsider who took a chance on her when nobody else would believe her.

How long has it been since they last crossed path? She couldn’t recall, other than their parting from one another was amicable. Tatiana generally didn’t travel with others, and while tremendously grateful for her help, Star knew that eventually she would have to wade further into the world by herself and not fail miserably. If things had worked out different back then, had David been more open and honest with his intentions with her, then maybe she could have been exploring the world with him and the Lost Boys.

Dwelling on the past was an action she tried not to do too much of. It was pointless. She wouldn’t be shackled by her misery then, when she was a free woman of the present. She wasn’t sure what the future would hold for her, but never again would she allowed herself to fall under deception.

After adjusting the hood over her head, the cloak she wore billowed behind her as wind swept along the streets. That was when she noticed a familiar person up ahead. Even from a distance they gave off an impression of confidence that went beyond what was gifted to her as a vampire.

Tatiana...?

[upperaedirn]

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“I was under the impression my camp needn’t be open for you to enter it,” Saskia replied, and gave the other a quick smile. There was no malice in her voice, nor did she intent to mock the woman’s surprise. 

She had been caught stealing from their camp, true enough, but Saskia could tell this was no crime born of greed. It was necessity that had driven this young woman to thievery-- or so she assumed. If she was mistaken, she reckoned she would find out soon enough.

“It is no great act of kindness,” Saskia answered as she led the newcomer deeper into their encampment, shutting down any questions or protests around them with a cutting glance. “I’m simply doing what I think is right. You needed food, clothes, supplies, did you not? You can find all of that here. All I ask is that you do not attempt to hurt any of us. There are only so many second chances I can justify to my men before their indignation is out of my hands.” 

[unfortunateperceval]

       The Frenchman was heavily bloodied from his injuries. This little debacle was a very close call, a call that he gravely underestimated. Being separated from the other on patrol also did not help his situation. While a woman approached, Lafayette was on the ground. His hand reached for the Blackwater in order to ease the wounds granted to him by the Lycan. Even despite his wounds, he still spoke to her. “Bonjour --- are you ...alright?” he questioned while looking to her from the cobblestone ground, not sure if she had met any trouble.

       @sanguinesmiles 

[siimplewolf]

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“Stop!”

“The majority has spoken it is time to stop now.”

[vanhelsiing]

❝ I’m a veritable cornucopia of talent. ❞

  “You and a very dear friend of mine would get along quite well, he has a KNACK for overestimating his own abilities.”  He jokes, nothing but adoration for Carl evident in the way his eyes light up.  He lifts a hand, gesturing with a single finger as he continues, “truly he’s a genius, he created sunlight in a capsule, and expelled an entire castle full of the dead.”  He’d be dead if it weren’t for the terrified friar, but the man was resourceful, and Gabriel was glad for the company he provided whenever he was granted a new assignment.

 “Tell me, what such talents do you possess? I’m eager to hear of them.”

[goldenornstein]

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Shipping meme thingy || accepting.

How long does your muse usually wait before having sex with their partner? What is their view on sex and intimacy?

This depends more on his partner than himself. If he’s in a proper relationship with someone, which he seldom does, then that means he’s fairly interested and thus would show zero qualms about having sex with them right away.  Romantic and sexual attraction are tightly connected in him, so the feeling of love for someone will usually be accompanied by a strong sexual desire towards them.

For someone who’s not that sexually active --- mostly because of the inconvenience and complications any random encounters might bring him --- Ornstein is very open about sex. He doesn’t have prejudices about it, save for his disliking for humans and other species, which applies to most matters anyway. Provided, sexual acts aren’t intrinsically intimate for him. He could (and has) have sex with someone he doesn’t love, only for recreational purposes. However, when it comes to an actual relationship, then, sex does obtain an important connotation as an act of intimacy and love.

How affectionate is your muse? How do they feel about PDA?

No PDA. Ever. Simply because any relationships with him will always remain a secret due to his vows. He’s extremely affectionate in private, though. Sweet words, gentle embraces, caresses, etc. He’s a strong need for physical contact and affection, sensual and sexual. 

Does your muse believe in serendipity or fate, when it comes to relationships and love? Do they have good or bad luck in relationships? What have they done to try to turn bad luck around?

Answered.

[bloodabhorred-blog]

Did you ever hear about the man who destroyed a library? It's too tearable to mention.

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“I DON’T GET IT.”

[lover-de-lettenhove]

“you’re lucky. you could have gotten seriously hurt.”

Dandelion shot her a dazzling grin, his hands on his hips in what was supposed to be a pose of triumph, but with his arm hurting as much as it was, he winced and instead settled with just standing straight with pride.

"Luck? I think not, milady. That was entirely skill. He was lucky he ran off when he did, lest I had done much worse damage than that!"

How long had she been standing there? Had she seen everything? Hopefully not. Sure, he'd picked up the nearest object - in this case a stick - and fended off the wild dog as well as he could, but it had managed to leave him with a nasty bite before something scared it off with nary a scratch. He.. might have screamed, but it was definitely a manly scream and not a girlish wail that potentially scared the mongrel away. He had his dignity to protect after all.

[lordxhastings]

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[upperaedirn]

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A dozen non-humans had joined their cause that day, and, witnessing the boldness of the rapidly growing force, twice as many human peasants had turned their backs on their cruel lords. They'd asked for a moment of respite from the incessant marching through the Aedirnian countryside afterwards-- to be allowed but one night of celebration in the wake of their none too small victory. With an understanding nod, Saskia had order all to stop and pitch camp.

It was past midnight when the merrymaking had begun to die down. Some of the rebels retired to their now too crowded tents, but most of them were asleep or nearly so under the open sky. Saskia watched over them with a fondness that softened the hard edges of her face. Human, elf, and dwarf huddled together around the camp fire-- it was a small thing, a mere glimpse into the future she was hoping to build, but more than enough to remind her why she was fighting for it.

Yet not everything was as it should have been. Drawn by unfamiliar movements around the camp, Saskia ventured into the dark woods surrounding them with quiet and furtive steps. Had it not been for the swiftness of the shadow, she might have pegged it as one of the rebels seeking to relieve themselves in a bush, but Saskia had been with them the entire night and they were all either too exhausted or too inebriated to move so quickly and gracefully.

"Wait," she said out loud once she was far enough as to not alert the others, hoping that whoever or whatever it was that she had been pursuing would be as willing to avoid a violent confrontation as she was. "I saw you leaving our camp. If it is food or shelter you seek, you are welcome to it. If you changed your mind about joining us, you are free to go and I will not chase you. But if you intend to harm my people or my cause, I cannot allow it."

The dry leaves rustled under Saskia’s feet as she took a few more steps, and then, slow and forthright, stressing each word, "I need to know."

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"Listen, it is not... normal for me to ask for a deal, but in my circumstances, I need to have a willing source as killing is such a messy and unnecessary method of acquiring what I need. This is the only time I will approach you for this, otherwise, I will have to resort to the other method with others. Do we have a deal?”

[diviinitas-moved]

Rocky Road, or if you're more comfortable, Tuxedo

headcanon meme

Rocky Road: a difficulty or struggle headcanon. It may not seem like it because he speaks about it pretty frankly but D’Ablo still struggles somewhat in coming to terms with his childhood and human life. It doesn’t help that he’s completely changed his identity since then– now that he’s a vampire, not even his biology is the same. If people from his human life saw him in the present, they’d barely recognize him. He’s completely alienated himself from his past as a human, and he almost speaks as if his life truly started when he turned. He remembers it all and he will talk about it, but he’ll refer to his human self in the third person, sometimes by his old, discarded name (specifically, when someone tries to “defend”, in his eyes, his human self, because he honestly hates that version of himself for many reasons). He alienates himself from his human self to the point that he even tries to ignore his remaining humanity– more often than not, when D’Ablo says “people” he only means vampires. Humans are just a separate species that act like people. Because of all that, D’Ablo has never accepted his human self. In the back of his mind he knows it’d be better for him if he did, but he’s been this way for so long that he doesn’t see how he could begin to accept his human self– and he doesn’t want to.

Tuxedo Strawberry: a well-dressed headcanon (any headcanon about clothes). D’Ablo’s closet always leans towards the more expensive side, from moderately expensive to “so expensive it’s almost priceless”. Even the frumpiest-looking hoodies and sweatpants he owns cost a lot. Usually the price comes with high quality too so D’Ablo owns things for long time– and yes, he does repeat articles of clothing (never outfits, though, no no). The closest he gets to repeating outfits is wearing similar styles or color combinations. He doesn’t anything light-colored except for pure white, everything else is black, or grey, or deep red. He may have some rich green too, but you won’t see him wearing yellow or orange or bright colors unless he’s dressed in gems and diamonds (which he has and greatly enjoys doing, especially in gold). He doesn’t own as many shoes as one would expect (which means he owns less than 60 pairs). He loves layering, especially with sweaters and coats, and flowing articles from long overcoats to even capes. He likes to look unreal, elegant, striking. His clothing complements his graceful movements and his body shape. He doesn’t even accessorize much. A couple of rings,  maybe a gold or silver necklace chain. His clothing and mannerisms to the talking for him, so he doesn’t need to accessorize.

[lastwished-a]

hc + the lodge

The overall, underlying CONCEPT of the Lodge of Sorceresses is actually something Yennefer might have been interested in being a part of. A group of powerful, intelligent women setting aside their own loyalties + biases for the advancement of magic ? Very up her alley. 

However, the execution was so overwhelmingly bad ( in her own opinion ) that it turned her off to the idea completely. If things had been different – if they’d made other plans, if they hadn’t involved Ciri, if they’d treated her better during that first meeting – who knows ? Maybe she would have stuck it out. 

But that first meeting taught her that it was the same manipulative, power-hungry game she’d played in the past && left behind. It shed a harsh, bright light on why her own past involvement in schemes like that had been a terrible mistake. 

So, that being the case, joining the Lodge definitely isn’t at the top of her to-do list.

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