Let us have faith in the morrow.

Independent Castlevania RP blog for Julia Laforeze from Curse of Darkness.

[benignantmerchant]

//should I make this blog multi muse or make a separate blog for Maria renard?:0

[benignantmerchant]

//opened my ask box! i didnt realize it was closed. feel free to send asks. :]

[justanotherrpmeme]

July - 31 Character Headcanon Questions:

01 What is your muse’s sense of humour like? What’s their favourite joke? How do they react to humour from people around them? Can they laugh at themselves? 02 Do they believe in aliens? Have they ever seen a UFO? 03 How do they feel about the environment? Are they at one with nature? An eco-warrior? 04 How well do they work in a team? Do they cooperate well with others or prefer to work alone? 05 What is their favourite food? In their opinion, what’s the best kind of comfort food? What would they eat if they wanted to treat themselves? 06 How do they like to be kissed? What do they do with their hands while they’re kissing? 07 How easily do they grant forgiveness? How would they go about trying to earn forgiveness if they were in the wrong? 08 What activity will make your muse nostalgic for their childhood? 09 What is their favourite animal? 10 What is their cocktail of choice? 11 Have they ever been skinny-dipping? Would they in the future? 12 What kind of education did they receive? Did they enjoy their school days? 13 What’s your muse’s favourite thing about their hometown? How often do they go back? 14 What’s their self-image like? Do they like their body? What makes them feel good in their skin? 15 What were they like as a child? What hobbies or passions did they have? 16 What fears do they have? Are they irrational or was there an event that prompted the fear? 17 What are they like when texting? Do they write in full, grammatically-correct sentences or text speak? Do they use emojis? 18 Do they have many regrets in life? If they could go back in time to change one choice they made, what would it be? 19 Favourite ice-cream favour? 20 Can they play chess? If so, how good are they? Do they enjoy it? 21 Does your muse bake? Do they enjoy the process or the results more? 22 What do they do after a long day if they need to relax? How do they spend their days off? 23 What are their relationships with their grandparents like? 24 How big is their extended family? Are they close? How often do they speak or see one another? 25 What is their go-to fancy-dress outfit? Do they enjoy dressing up? 26 How do they take their coffee? 27 How do they show love? 28 How healthy are they? Are they conscious of keeping fit or maintaining a healthy diet? 29 Do they wear makeup? 30 How easily do they make friends? What’s a surefire way to kick-start a friendship with them? 31 How tech-competent are they?

[wingsmashed]

why do you hurt?

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨

it was built into you. designed for you. there is pain here because it was meant for you, and how fucking dare they. your suffering is not their right. you hurt because they gave you ways to suffer and carved it into you when you could not breathe, because the intention always was that they could weaponize your pain against you. it is Yours. You are Yours. How fucking dare they. they cannot make you theirs; do not let them try.

stole it from: @baphometed

tagging: @extremepath (walter!), @shibuyacrossed, @groovepawn, @notte-la-lagna, @nightslain, @despairfiles (dracula!), @strcngered (maria!), @benignantmerchant​

[benignantmerchant]

you were meant to.

it was built into you. designed for you. there is pain here because it was meant for you, and how fucking dare they. your suffering is not their right. you hurt because they gave you ways to suffer and carved it into you when you could not breathe, because the intention always was that they could weaponize your pain against you. it is Yours. You are Yours. How fucking dare they. they cannot make you theirs; do not let them try.

tagging: @forgedwill​ @cursefelled​

[woosh-floosh]

[benignantmerchant]

//would it be rude to let people know ive replied to them ?? ;_; i dont wanna rush anyone, i just dont know if they saw my replies D:

[mattefier-deactivated20221118]

You into breeding?

No! Always adopt from a shelter! 🐶🐱🐹🐰

[pissvortex]

[vaultbb-blog]

Could you please reblog this if it is okay to ask you straight up if you want to ship?

[benignantmerchant]

//how do you format replies so they look pretty? ;_;

[wingsmashed]

@benignantmerchant​

“Welcome to the library,” Miklos spoke, glancing up as the front door opened. The library dim, lit only by candles. There were no windows on its wooden walls, nothing that would let sunlight in and harm those who wanted to contribute knowledge or learn it.

“Have you simply wandered in, or have you come with a purpose?” Because, really, that made all the difference. He’d never seen this woman before, he didn’t know if she’d come because she’d heard rumors or if she’d legitimantly come here by happenstance.

[benignantmerchant]

@wingsmashed​

“I see.” Miklos blinks slowly. A not insignificant part of him wants to smile, because it’s almost cute how she assumes he would have need of coin. But, Miklos has learned it best to keep a polite facade when such misunderstandings happen.

“I’m afraid to say that Bibliothèque de l'pas Humaine does not accept coin for payment. This library is run and kept by vampires.” Well, Miklos was the primary caretaker, but he would not say that Armindil did not contribute greatly to it. It was a child of both of them. “Each time a human visits, they must pay in blood. We do not take enough to hinder you, only enough to keep us healthy.”

“And so, I ask again, are you willing to pay the price of entry?”

She should of figured, but she had put her trust in the wrong person. It was literally in the name, but her peer insisted she bring only coin and herself. She mentally curses herself for not reading further in-between the lines of what was spoken to her.

She shakes her head a little bit, a blush dusting on her cheeks. “Of course. Yes, that is of no issue to me. I will be speaking to my supposed trusted source who had mentioned this library to me during our last meeting...” She tsks. “According to her, you were run by werewolves that took coin. My deepest apologies. Do ye possess a sterile instrument to extract my blood?” 

[forgedwill]

Closed starter for: @benignantmerchant

        The rap-tap-tapping of knuckles is low and gentle against the door’s frame (least he awake the injured man asleep not far), Hector’s stance moving not an inch past it, though he announces his presence. “I cannot make much sense of your library...” a somber confession, eyes fallen to the tiles on the floor when not upon the woman’s own, “I think myself restless yet. I’ve read the same sentences and paragraphs to no avail. So... I’ve returned most of them to where I found them. Perhaps you could put me to use in something? Gathering water, wood, fish - I believe manual labor would be better suited for now.” Better when the mind is... too tangled. Unfocused.

[benignantmerchant]

@forgedwill​

       Though the kind courtesy of politesse manner is as it has always been with her, the gentility of his own smile were more feigned than Hector would care to admit. Ms. Julia hurrying towards salve of the words is of no surprise, though there is a kind of hope that she will not out run herself. This war, after all, has affected her too. “You are most kind; thank you for the reminder.” Perhaps a walk will do him well, too.

          Even if he is swift to shake his head. Gathering his thoughts before standing a touch awkwardly in the doorway, now that he has removed his arm from leaning on it. “No, please; stay with Belmont; though I were not present to retrieve him, nurse him - his wound is frightfully serious. Should something change or happen, I - ….no, I will go. I will borrow one of your crates for the fish, as he has mentioned to me in some humor of his that his appetite is worse than any wound. I plan to hold him to that.”

           A bow is offered, held and turned on heel before taking his leave. Though the idea of the invitation sounds pleasant, it is still with much difficulty (within times, days as these) to be around her. Though personalities differ, the striking resembles aches a heart that is so, so tired.

He truly has a sweet smile. His presence, to her is healing in it’s own way. Despite everything, Hector produced a kind of radiance she had only felt from a meticulous amount of people-and he was completely unaware of it due to how much pain that had settled within his heart. He was a genuine person, and a good man.

There was a reason her dear brother had so much respect- even care for him at some point in time. She was grieving too, in her own way. Perhaps it is why she took such comfort in him.  “Of course, and don’t forget: This house is your home- your friend’s too. You are welcome to go about your business however you like. Need not my permission.” She lets out a little chuckle at that. 

“Well, if there is anything I am never short of, it is food and drink. He will be most pampered here. I will go check on him now, and bring him a snack.” She waves a hand carelessly. “Take whatever it is you would like. Need not worry! I will see you later, Hector. If there is anything you need, I am right here.” 

She returns the bow, and goes about herself. She knows he is yet to be comfortable with her. He mistook her for another at their first encounter. Perhaps someone foul- a person who had hurt him, or someone he might have lost. She did not know. She could only hope he could one day find peace within himself. 

[autumncottageattic]

doeeme

[liisblanc]

❝ For though the storms are over and past, though the thunder’s rage is quieted at last, well this nightmare’s laid me down in the rags here to mourn, here to mourn. The night has left us crippled with grief, as we strive to keep alive our belief, but a loss so great….𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍, ❞

Personals please do not reblog. Thank you.

[moonlight-shadxw]

I just finished another commission, and it's for @/the_diorama on twitter :) thank you so much for being so patient and kind, I appreciate it a lot!!

[akolnoix]

i was just messing around with brushes so here’s a julia. idk why there’s blood coming from her eyes….it just be like that sometimes

[wingsmashed]

@benignantmerchant​

“Welcome to the library,” Miklos spoke, glancing up as the front door opened. The library dim, lit only by candles. There were no windows on its wooden walls, nothing that would let sunlight in and harm those who wanted to contribute knowledge or learn it.

“Have you simply wandered in, or have you come with a purpose?” Because, really, that made all the difference. He’d never seen this woman before, he didn’t know if she’d come because she’d heard rumors or if she’d legitimantly come here by happenstance.

[benignantmerchant]

“I have no issue with those who have come to learn,” Miklos replied with ease, placing his hand over a thick tomb on his desk. His inhuman red eyes were locked on Julia’s, like he might be able to peer inside of her.

“However, coming here with purpose implies that you already knew about the existence of my library. And if that is the case, you would already understand that services in my library are not free. It’s an unfortunate necessity for the upkeep of all of this knowledge.”

“You are free to decline payment, but I will have to restrict you from further entry.”

She feels much more at ease now. "Yes, an acquaintance of mine that shares my practices had mentioned it in passing. I am aware of the charge, and have no qualms about payment.” 

There’s a small smirk that soon spreads across her lips. She has made a good living for herself, and would make the money back in no time. She is proud of that- she enjoys putting in the work and creating things such as potions to aid others. She just wants more information to create a better stock- to do more good by other people. “I run a shop that sells wares to travelers, coin is of no problem to me. Let me in.” 

[forgedwill]

Closed starter for: @benignantmerchant

        The rap-tap-tapping of knuckles is low and gentle against the door’s frame (least he awake the injured man asleep not far), Hector’s stance moving not an inch past it, though he announces his presence. “I cannot make much sense of your library…” a somber confession, eyes fallen to the tiles on the floor when not upon the woman’s own, “I think myself restless yet. I’ve read the same sentences and paragraphs to no avail. So… I’ve returned most of them to where I found them. Perhaps you could put me to use in something? Gathering water, wood, fish - I believe manual labor would be better suited for now.” Better when the mind is… too tangled. Unfocused.

[benignantmerchant]

She turns at the sound of noise, only slightly startled, since she was currently focusing on carving some runes into the potatoes she would be boiling in just a moment or two. 

Julia gives Hector a soft smile. “Do not feel shame, that is perfectly fine. I too, go through such obstacles when I’m unable to focus.” Her library is primarily on herbalism, her magic is not nearly as powerful as something alchemic- It is more attuned to matters of the mind. Julia was a healer, a counselor, and that of a person that would manifest what she wanted through ritual and intention.

She knows he’s dealing with a lot at the moment. He has had a rough lot, and she can practically see his beautifully pure aura- despite the shadow work that would need to be done for him to feel truly at peace. Julia was relieved when he had agreed to her offer, that he was still willing to give his life another chance. 

Sitting and relaxing is just not something that will really help him cope for now. And that’s okay. 

“You are very kind to offer such a thing. Yes, if you would like to catch us some fish, you’re more than welcome to do that. It would go well with this stew I am making. I can tag along, if you like. I find the rivers closeby to be a calming sight, and this needs to simmer for some time.” She tosses the potatoes into the pot, and dusts her hands off a little.