ALL HAIL THE UNDYING QUEEN OF BLOOD !

heavy wip lol

[corrunuptia]

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♚ indie & selective  QUEEN ANNALISE  of Bloodborne.

♚ some  personal  lore  &  canon  divergence. strictly  18+ ♚ sideblog to @henosiis. written by kat! ♚ the high court:

exploring LEGACY, divinity, vengeance, magnanimity, expectation, motherhood, desire. ♚ dossier.

[pleasureprince]

@corrunuptia [from @henosiis] said:  “It has been a long time since I have felt clean.”

“Is that not by design?  You call yourself Vileblood,”  Graz’zt replies.

Cainhurst Castle is carrion,  a grand corpse very nearly picked clean.  Beneath the watchful eye of a wrong moon,  the ruin is covered with pale blue night like a grave linen,  and snow gathers in heavy piles where roofs have collapsed and along the crenellations in a slow,  deliberate burial.  Bitter winds thread incessantly through broken lancet windows to set banners whispering and stir the shadows inside,  where frost feathers the walls with funereal blues and silvers.  Chandeliers hang intact but unlit,  their crystals long dulled by rime;  they catch the moonlight only to fracture it into sickly prisms that spray across dark floors.

It makes for a dramatic tableau,  he will admit.  If a little tedious. 

She remains ceremonial and aristocratic even in her tomb,  with rot pushing through her in a slow,  creeping ravage.  He watches with lurid eyes and a thinning smile,  already impatient. 

“Tell me,  then.  When was it?”

[corrunuptia]

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                                          her castle is the skeleton of a great beast. the lion of cainhurst roared proudly, its mane well-preened, its claws & fangs sharp. once, its pride could have eclipsed all of yharnam’s, with its fell academies & fouler churches. even glory turns to dust, it seems. & the halls are so quiet, so empty.

graz’zt is perhaps the only breed of guest suitable to the moonlit husk of her kingdom. his is the only voice that does not disturb the dead, cracks the frost that dulls the sky through the windows. in this bloated corpse, floating belly-up on frigid cocytus, he is as a vulture, plunged neck-deep into a ghost, its heart the only warm thing in this world. like the rot-eater, he thinks little of this skeleton’s past, & perhaps not much more of what it can provide for him — of what she can provide for him.

timeless idol, frozen beyond the reach of time, she is ever regal, poised above her very children’s grave. annalise’s dark chuckle echoes beneath her wretched mask.

‘ we were not always vileblood. ’

she traces a line along her forearm with one pail nail. the skin parts easily. blood like droplets of fire fall to the bloodsoaked carpet, fizzling out in the cold.

‘ for aught to be corrupt, first it must be placed opposite something pure. it was the priests of the healing church who decreed what was pure, and so we were left with what is rotten. a scholar’s poisoned gift made it so. we were all made to think he betrayed his kind for our favor. little did we know he merely invited their wrath. but you do not care for such things, ’ she says, smile fading from her unaging features. her memories of that time, like her courtroom, are wreathed in rime, and no candle’s flame can reach and melt them.

‘ you wish to know of that time, before we were deemed unclean. it was so long ago, before he came. the halls were lit then, shining like endless red mirrors. the standards flew in the winter wind. there was music, and laughter. our mother ruled justly. we must have been but a girl. ’

[dinobot]

im MIND PREGNANT with DARK CONCEPTS

[valtsv]

casual wear (splattered with blood) vs. evening wear (drenched in blood)

[henosiis]

reminder to please follow this hub blog if you're interested in interacting with any of the rp ones. it allows me to check if we're mutuals, and i often reblog memes that could apply to any/all muses. thank u <3

[corrunuptia]

"[ TAKE ]  sender has a small injury and receiver wipes away some of the blood then licks it off their hand." from eritvita? 👋🏻👋🏻

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                                          ‘tis no rare sight, blood, & yet it enchants all the same; so common as to flow through the veins of every man & beast it is, all the while precious as gold, as ambrosia. through it, life; through it, power; through it, the divine. blood governs all - the queen herself, as well. such is the truth of this world.

& so when it drips sun-bright down the length of roland’s forearm, a humble rivulet called forth by the edge of a glass carelessly brushed, even her royal majesty must answer its imperious call. it beckons her closer in a graceful movement, one ice cold finger drawing along her guest’s skin, so lively next to her pallid own.

‘ thou wouldst do well to stay alert. the halls thou’th stepped in so gleefully may appear gilded & grand, but forget not ‘tis a den of beasts, ’ the queen speaks. her tone is light, playful, but her face has the sternness of admonishment. ‘ good blood is everything. our people covet it. our people crave it. ’ & she, wolf-mother, spiderfanged, is no different; annalise brings her white hand to her face, black eyes following the fat, red droplet at the edge of her finger. her tongue laps it off snowy skin with such care that when she next smiles, there is but the barest hint of color upon her lower lip.

‘ t’would be quite rude indeed to waste something so treasured, wouldst thou not agree? ’

[ozth]

what? oh sweetheart no, you're not weirding me out at all. you're weirding me in. keep talking, freak

[sharpenededges]

[teennewssource]

hot girl summer is over it’s scary woman winter

[corrunuptia]

its sunday so whatever. annalise body type ref

[jewelrydocument]

Maison Margiela Artisanal 2025 collection metal face mask via Julia O'Callaghan

[natalieironside]

[Me addressing a horrified crowd as I am at last consumed by the corruption and horrifically transformed into something unspeakable and distinctly other than human] Well it's not my fault you don't have a sense of whimsy

[64mpg]

looks at you scarily with my big huge black bug eyes and you get a boner

[frostedmagnolias]

Tea Gown

c. 1891-1893

Label: D. Kemp & Son / Glasgow

Glasgow Museums

[talisman]

“She was tied to the moon by long threads of red tangled blood. She moved like a woman tied to the moon. It enveloped her and it opened her to an absolute night without dawn.”

Anaïs Nin, from Aphrodisiac

[luzbelicht]

The Bite - Edvard Munch (1914)

[unwomanly-deactivated20201108]

Caroline Walker Bynum, Holy feast and holy fast: the religious significance of food to medieval women