THE OLD BLOOD﹒

independent hunter from Bloodborne. read rules before interaction. dreamed by raven. other blogs: sapphiircflame.

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YES HELLO HI IM NOT DEAD

i may or may not have lost the password to this account for a while. BUT NO FEAR! i have returned and written down my password ( you know, NOT like an idiot )

this blog has some serious changes coming! for starters, a theme redo, ha ha, holy shit i cringed looking at my old style

stay tuned, lovelies!

i can be found over at @sapphiircflame when i’m not active here! feel free to say hi, i don’t bite!

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Apologies for the inactivity over here! I’ve been trying to learn as much as possible about the lore of Bloodborne and the plot of the game- so my activity will be spotty here.

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Net Neutrality Reminder

Recently I’ve seen so much coverage for this go down after the FCC passed it’s resolution to roll back net neutrality protections, but here’s your daily reminder that the fight is NOT OVER. This bill still has to go through Congress, and Congress represents the people. Keep calling (best number is 202-224-3121), keep fighting. Don’t let your rights be stripped away without even trying to hold onto them. Tell your reps you support net neutrality before you can’t anymore.

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mexican-reflective-glass:

The outsider was warned by his employer about Yharnams current state, the city was a constant warzone where the war wasnt against other people, but against something leaning towards the supernatural.

There he was, the stranger hired to walk down the streets of the cursed city and try to not throw up by the smell of death in the air, hired to look for something dear, hired to look for something valuable.

And hired to go fetch something that will put Yharnam out of its misery, to be deaths courier.

The stranger also noticed the humanlike figure on the other side of the fog, in which inmediately made the stranger take cover the instant he heard the click of a gun. He was well aware of the hunters that wandered the area and the stories that surround them, it wasnt that much of a good idea to have one as a foe.

“Human?” He asks from cover, hoping for an answer.

His gun was locked onto his possible foe, Be it man or beast that chose to swing; he would execute them without a moment’s hesitation. Such were the norm for nights of the hunt.. that eternal battle that the hunter’s would choose to throw themselves into for generations come and gone.. many feared the beasts that they slayed, But isn’t that a good thing? to fear the monsters you swore to defend yourself from? is that not how you distance yourself from them?

The question would have fallen on deaf ears if it were a Yharnamite simply begging for mercy.. but he couldn’t hear any of the bloodlust in his voice- such the tone that plagued every persons voice that wandered these desolate streets. The beast in human skin that called itself Father Gascoigne was slain, And such more of the innocents were spared as a result.

His blunderbuss was lowered only a little bit as a result of the question. This was a mere human.. someone untouched by the blood. How did they survive this long out here? that was irrelevant.

“Indeed. Yourself?” he replied calmly. Confronting towering monsters was the norm for him by this point... small conversation was by no means a struggle for the Hunter.

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@sanguisvitae liked for a starter.

The night; the time when the young would sleep in fear of the monsters that lingered under their beds, Living long enough to see that those same stories they feared as hatchlings were very much real... and very much alive. The blood of beast and man splattered the walls and stone floors in every street and house.. and occasionally there would be the one that would be interrupted during its next meal.. no man, Woman or child were spared by the beastly predators... hunters that were also the hunted.

The saw cleaver found itself within the flesh and bone of a more... humanoid foe, This being the last of the monsters along this particular, Yet small area of the massive city.. near no survivors remained that were untouched by the beast within.

Just as he was withdrawing the blade through the gore in front of him did he hear something behind. His blunderbuss near immediately facing that general direction.. his blade half way stuck.

He made no words... yet.

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@mexican-reflective-glass liked for a starter.

The streets of Yharnam were never friendly to outsiders nor the hunters, But such themselves did the Yharnamites rely upon those they deemed unsavory for their own survival. They survived in their homes while those unlucky enough to find their way inside were thrown to the wolves.. in all it’s ironic glory. Bodies littered the dimly lit streets as the distant beasts snarled and howled in the distant, Charred remains of Old Yharnam.. before everyone made their retreat up to central. 

Through the foggy, Steamed streets ahead did the Hunter spot a figure... a strange figure, To be sure... it was almost too human... despite the element of surprise being in his obvious favor, It was still best to at least see if this person were human.. or beast.

His footsteps echoed off of the houses and buildings nearby, The roars of the monsters nearby masking some of the sound.. many of the inhabitants of the land sacrificed their own eyes just to escape the sights that awaited them outside their doors.. a fate that many here chose to take.

But one that was not always favorable. His blunderbuss gave an evident click as he adjusted his grip on it and his saw cleaver.. stepping through the steam towards this humanoid figure.

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@inxight liked for a starter.

The mournless hunt.. that ever present fate that the city of Yharnam sustained throughout its entirety of history. Throughout the ages, Many hunters had come and gone.. some rich, Others poor.. skill levels between hunters varied far and wide, Much like the beasts they sought to hunt. The citizens of the cursed city may never see the light of day, But... such were the fears whenever there was a hunt.

Through the screams and cries of the young and damned, And the echoes of booming footsteps and hungry growls did the hunter’s wander the streets. Run and hide as they like, The beasts would never escape the sights of the guns that screeched throughout the corridors of the tunnels. Those infected by the blood were always slain. Be it man, Woman or child.. nothing would be given mercy once they took on that ferocity. 

On this particular night, There was nothing really within his sight. Not man nor beast.. eventually, However he did hear a second set of footsteps. His weapon clicking as he re-secured it in his grasp..

This could be messy, If this was a foe.

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Starter call!

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Why can’t I stop watching this

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I swear to god I’ve watched this like fifty times and I can’t stop laughing

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He l p m e

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I forgot I reblogged this to my main and I’m dYING

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@greenxreaper

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(Rules and about read!)

Thank you.

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Come to my inbox and share a headcanon you have about our muses

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Send me “Bad Touch” for some randomly generated violence.

Or send “Bad Touch reverse” for our muses to switch roles.

1) Slapping your muse across the face 2) Punching your muse in the face 3) Punching your muse in the shoulder/arm 4) Kicking your muse off of their feet 5) Stepping on your muse’s foot 6) Biting your muse 7) Grabbing your muse’s face 8) Wrapping hands around your muse’s neck 9) Pushing your muse into a wall 10) Pushing your muse to the ground 11) Holding a gun to your muse’s head 12) Shooting your muse in the arm/leg 13) Holding a knife to your muse’s throat 14) Using a knife to slash your muse across the arm 15) Hitting your muse in the head with a blunt object 16) Scratching your muse with their nails 17) Throwing something at your muse 18) Stabbing your muse with a sharp weapon 19) Breaking one of your muse’s bones 20) Twisting your muse’s arm

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Send my muse “I could make your life a living hell.” for their reaction.

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Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react.

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Tag dump!

stars are temporary

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MY THEME IS FIXED NOW

thanks to @ancestryfated

now it’s the damn tags

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Hello there! seeing as these tend to get around faster than the text ones, I’ll try this. This is an independant, Semi-selective ( messed up on the rules page- that’ll get fixed later. ) Bloodborne blog for the player character; the Hunter. If you’d like to interact or chat; would you be so kind as to like/reblog this post? thank you!

edit: MY RULES BROKE WHOOPS.