金継ぎ

noun; the art of precious scars; nothing is ever truly broken. Bloodborne; Independent; Exclusive Ship ⬦ thread tracker ⬦

[brandedearth]

so, uh

given my recent activity, I’m gonna be resetting my thread tracker for all my blogs, provided I have spoken to you about keeping the thread. If I haven’t, consider it archived.

[blockie317-deactivated20210630]

[kuro-ho]

[canisderegina]

🎐- Does your muse like to collect/hoard anything?

Unusual Questions | accepting

Amis doesn’t collect anything for themself necessarily, but more so for others, the most obvious one being Annalise and blood dregs. If they notice a particular preference for a thing, provided they’ve felt they’ve known the individual long enough, that person will likely also find more of that thing hidden around their house on a monthly basis.

[fiyapowa-blog1]

send me 👀 + a ship ( platonic / romantic / hate ) & i’ll give you 3 headcanons!

[canisderegina]

Archiving some threads for inactivity; I can easily unarchive them, so please let me know if your thread is missing from the tracker and if you’d like to continue it. 

[canisderegina]

❝𝑳oyalty is from above, betrayal is from below.

                                                  𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 | 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 | 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒔

[magpies-r-cool]

[krobelus]

B E R S E R K

[bloodthrrsty-deactivated2019032]

where r all my bloodborne babs at

[kerkerl]

Berserk 

love this manga.

[brandedearth]

LOOK AT THIS COOL ASS SHIT @sweet-temperedsludge DREW ME AAAAAFKDKFMSMGDDKMARMFKKYM

[brandedearth]

hiatus.

starting tomorrow I won’t be around as frequently until the 21st. I’m having family visit for birthday things, so I won’t have as much free time to do replies. I’ll draft replies as I see them, however. 

[canisderegina]

sanguisvitae‌:

“Oof…” Quite sure she was bleeding, she flexed her fingers and took the glove off her right hand. Nothing broken, however her palm and the creases of her fingers were quite red with the exertions. The lock had been greatly damaged, but had not quite given yet. Though, its body hung at an unusual angle from its steel hook. “Almost,” she tried to assure the captive, who was undoubtedly anxious to escape. She would be. 

Her hands shook slightly from their strain, but she wouldn’t allow herself any time to rest, not with someone else’s life in the balance. With several, metallic clangs, she slipped the length of her canesword through the loop, and then leaned backwards, anchoring herself with her prosthetic foot up against the door. Under her breath, she counted down from three, then pulled as hard as she could. 

Just when she thought her sword might bend, the lock snapped off its arm, sending her toppling backward. The door all but swung open wide at the strain. The hunter landed with a heavy thud, her head hitting the far wall, but it was not so heavy that she could not hear another sound. 

Above, wood creaked. 

Gritting her teeth, she clutched the back of her head, but otherwise sat still. “… What was that?”

The commotion that followed answered their question easily enough. They opened their mouth to ask if she was alright, only to stop short. There were footsteps overhead. 

The door may have been open, but the shackles still remained, and there was not enough time for the stranger to find the key—or break the chains—and escape with them in tow. “You need to leave,” they said firmly in answer. 

[sanguisvitae]

🔻BUT ALSO🔺if you want — canisderegina

Push-ups. 

Ser Amis was getting heavier by the week, which was an excellent sign for their health, but less excellent for Charley’s biceps. She choked back a soft grunt when they settled on her back, and shifted slightly on her hands, rebalancing herself. Her shoulder blades adjusted under them for a moment, but she kept going, lowering herself within a few inches of the floor and then raising up again. 

Albeit, she had lost count. After about ten or so push-ups with the added weight, her upper arms quivered slightly, but she simply huffed, blowing a tangled lock of hair out of her face as she continued. 

[canisderegina]

sanguisvitae‌: 

She almost balked in disbelief, but this stranger did not seem in a position to be lying to her. Though, perhaps, in desperation for escape, one might say anything. Even so, mentioning the Executioners by name was so specific, and she had no will to argue. They were a brutish, zealous lot, and while this horror was not something she might associate with them, she could not deny that it was outside of their nature, either. 

Shaking her head, she reduced herself to focus on the task at hand, nausea threatening to overcome her stomach if she didn’t. Charley located the entrance to the cage, and gripped the lock in her fist. It was no simple padlock– for what reason could one person have merited such heavy security? As far as she could tell, they could not even stand, let alone approach the barrier of their confines. Yet here they were, buried deep underground, behind multiple barricades. 

For a moment, her belly tied itself in a knot– what horror might she be inflicting upon herself? The city?– but the hunter had made up her mind. The Church needed no reason. Neither did she. 

“I can break this,” she said, trying to sound firm, trying to convince herself more than them. She had no tools on her person for picking locks– there was no other option. 

In truth, they had no way of knowing whether she could or not and instead merely listen. The metal creaked as the stranger pulled against it and then stopped abruptly, then squealed again. Another pause, a metallic snap, and then silence. 

They wait for a beat before asking, “... Did it break?” 

[canisderegina]

clenches fist, progress