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hello darlings! i’m sorry i’ve been so scarce; the end of semester is absolutely kicking my arse; with that in mind, i’m gonna be pulling at least a semi - hiatus probably til around december 15th or so, which is when my semester ends. i just reeeally need to focus right now — i’m suuper sorry to everyone waiting on stuff AND I LOVE YOU
sypha, sitting up in bed @ 3 am and suddenly yelling: ITS DRACULA BACKWARDS trevor and adrian, now awake: SHUT THE FUCK UP
hraunwyf:
There it is; the strange sense of complete unbelonging among these people. Lise is a woman of the church, and Sypha is something else that she does not quite understand, and Trevor has been excommunicated, and Adrian—Lise is not sure yet what she believes. Here in a land of demons, she, a woman whose life is pledged to GOD, is an outlier.
But the more she hears, the more she understands why. Still, the Church is not her people. The Church is not GOD, and Lise is not blind, nor without reason.
“Heretics do not bother me,” she answers. It is not unfriendly, but it bears an edge of resentment for the assumptions she feels Sypha has made. “We have all come to do justice upon the Devil and save the lives of the innocent. Our creeds do not matter when our work is the LORD’s.”
Supposes she should have seen that coming; none like it when another insinuates that they may be ignorant. Of course, what reason does the witch have to assume otherwise? Lise is GOD’S, which is a noble enough thing, maybe, except that the only God Sypha has ever known the church to love is a vengeful thing, insistent upon the death of her and hers.
Had her parents, protectors and saviors, been doing anything but the Lord’s work? Protecting the Lord’s children? But to the church their creed had mattered VERY VERY MUCH.
“I wonder,” Sypha hums. Perhaps Lise is better than the worst she’s seen; the witch knows there is good among the church, and it is not in her nature to be blind to it. But she cannot forget what they have cost her. “I don’t know if all of the church would agree with you, but it’s a noble sentiment, at least.”
SERAS VICTORIA THE VAMPIRE. i’ve got to say, you’re starting to become quite the fearsome creature. / yes, father. & i’m getting stronger all the time. I DON’T THINK I’LL BE AFRAID OF ANYTHING EVER AGAIN.
I EXIST. WITH ( OR ) WITHOUT YOUR PERMISSION
— I EXIST.
MILK & HONEY POETRY RP STARTERS BY RUPI KAUR. PART 1. FEEL FREE TO MODIFY PRONOUNS.
❛ we are capable of love but choose to be toxic. ❜ ❛ you have a sadness living in places sadness shouldn’t live. ❜ ❛ i’m difficult to forget and not easy for the mind to follow. ❜ ❛ you are a war. ❜ ❛ every revolution starts and ends with his lips. ❜ ❛ the truth is.. you make me speechless ❜ ❛ he makes my tongue so weak it forgets what language to speak in. ❜ ❛ what drives you crazy? what keeps you up at night? ❜ ❛ so that’s what you do.. you command attention. ❜ ❛ you look like you smell of honey and no pain. ❜ ❛ i always get myself into this mess. ❜ ❛ i’m a dreamer and that will be the death of me. ❜ ❛ you were so distant. i forgot you were there at all. ❜ ❛ don’t mistake salt for sugar. if he wants to be with you.. he will. ❜ ❛ you were temptingly beautiful but stung when i got too close. ❜ ❛ don’t come here with expectations and try to make a vacation out of me. ❜ ❛ the thing worth holding on would of never let go. ❜ ❛ love made the danger in you look like safety. ❜ ❛ i don’t grieve.. i shatter. ❜ ❛ when i’m angry, i don’t yell i burn. ❜ ❛ we began with honesty. let us end in it, too. ❜ ❛ your voice alone drives me to tears. ❜ ❛ like a broken promise.. let it go. ❜ ❛ our backs tell stories no books have have the spine to carry. ❜ ❛ you were a dragon long before he came around and said you could fly. you will remain a dragon long after he’s left. ❜ ❛ the world gives you so much pain, and here you are making gold out of it. ❜ ❛ you split me open in the most honest way there is. ❜
BOOK STARTERS VOL.30 ( JANE EYRE ) ( CHARLOTTE BRONTË )
❛ I am no bird, no net ensnares me. I am a free human being with an independent will. ❜
❛ I would always rather be happy than dignified. ❜
❛ Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? ❜
❛ I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. ❜
❛ I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself. ❜
❛ You are my sympathy, my better self — I am bound to you. ❜
❛ I have, for the first time, found what I can truly love. I have found you. ❜
❛ And what is hell? Can you tell me that? ❜
❛ I am not an angel, and I will not be one till I die. I will be myself. ❜
❛ Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own, in pain and sickness it would still be dear. ❜
❛ He made me love him without looking at me. ❜
❛ Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice. ❜
❛ All my heart is yours, it belongs to you. And with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever. ❜
❛ I must have you. The world may laugh – may call me absurd, selfish – but it does not signify. My very soul demands you, it will either be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame. ❜
❛ Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine. ❜
❛ You know nothing about me, and nothing about the sort of love of which I am capable. ❜
❛ To attack the first is not to assail the last. ❜
❛ Conventionality is not morality. ❜
❛ It is a pity that doing one’s best does not always answer. ❜
❛ I know I must conceal my sentiments — I must smother hope. ❜
❛ Who in the world cares for you? Who will be injured by what you do? ❜
❛ Beauty is in the eye of the gazer. ❜
❛ I will never again come to your side. I am torn away now, and cannot return. ❜
❛ Your will shall decide your destiny. ❜
❛ I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading. It vexes me to choose another guide. ❜
❛ Make my happiness and I will make yours. ❜
❛ What necessity is there to dwell on the past, when the present is so much surer, the future so much brighter? ❜
❛ I envy you, your peace of mind, your clean conscience, your unpolluted memory. ❜
❛ I never meant to wound you. Will you ever forgive me? ❜
❛ Friends always forget those whom fortune forsakes. ❜
i’ve made so many mistakes
* soft smut sentence starters .
❛ That teabag was actually better the second time around. ❜
❛ The landscapers are coming over today to trim the bush. ❜
❛ We’ve got to make it quick, shouldn’t be a problem for you. ❜
❛ We don’t have to go all the way, just midway. ❜
❛ I wasn’t expecting you to go there. ❜
❛ Sex Rules, I pity the fools who realize to late. ❜
❛ There’s nothing wrong with a bit of tease before. ❜
❛ Maybe I’d rather take my time. ❜
❛ Slow and steady, there. ❜
❛ What’s your rush? ❜
❛ What’s the big hurry? We’ve got plenty of time to play. ❜
❛ You always manage to make it seem better every time. ❜
❛ What did you have in mind now? ❜
❛ I just wanted a taste. ❜
❛ There’s a place I’ll let you go that you haven’t been yet. ❜
❛ Maybe you could stay a little afterwards? I don’t like being alone. ❜
❛ Let’s see what you’re working with. ❜
❛ That’s a nice color on you, bet it’d look better off of you though. ❜
❛ What? You mean to tell me you didn’t come here to just cuddle? ❜
❛ I’ve got something in mind you might like. ❜
❛ I could show you instead. ❜
❛ Come here, give me a kiss. ❜
❛ I just wanted some time alone with you.. to do this.. ❜
❛ I’m going to run a shower, you can watch but you can’t join. ❜
❛ Is there anything you can’t do with that tongue? ❜
❛ A hug could easily turn into something more if you allow it. ❜
❛ I love that thing you do when we kiss. ❜
❛ You know exactly what to do and know exactly what I want. ❜
❛ I’ve always had a thing for you and I see why now. ❜
❛ You really do know how to keep it interesting. ❜
❛ Maybe we just take our sweet little time, make it last. ❜
❛ I don’t want to go fast. I want to go slow. ❜
❛ I’m ready, if you are. ❜
❛ Just gently going to do this.. ❜
❛ Shhh … Kiss me .. ❜
❛ You’re trembling … are you sure you’re okay? ❜
❛ Even at your slowest, I’m still at my weakest. ❜
❛ Could you, could we, maybe go a little slower? ❜
❛ I want to show you something. ❜
❛ Are you going to just keep staring or are you going to come touch? ❜
❛ I have a great idea for us, something you’ll enjoy. ❜
❛ You can still look while you touch. ❜
healersigned:
Hinges that swing… Sing… Sing… Sing. Yet another door slammed in his face, curses better left unvoiced, mumbled as the doctor ( the so called ‘warlock’ ) passed by the city’s inhabitants. Funny, how even in times such as these, with the horde an ever-hanging threat above their heads, townsfolk were still so prejudiced against things they did not understand.
Even more so did they turn up their noses, to the stranger in formless robes, who uttered not a single word, when he saved one of their numbers from losing a finger– Such was the thankfulness of the scared. Such events led the doctor to the Speaker’s ‘train’, though he hesitated.. His mother had always said that Speakers were more tolerant than common folk, but even they must be scared.. Certainly they might not welcome a stranger into their midst.
Taking a deep breath, Andesha approached one of them; gravitating towards one who he thought to be closer to his own age, though it wasn’t as though he could particularly tell, only guess; Hands held up to show he held no weapon, his throat cleared carefully, straining to make his voice louder than the whisper he was accustomed to. “ I ask.. Shelter. Can trade.. ”
// — @divinotis / Prince of Peace ( School of Seven bells ).
The speaker perks when she hears another speak, head tilting, body following in turn as she ascertains that it is her, indeed. Hands reach to lower her hood, head raising ------ oh, this must be the doctor; heard the townsfolk’s whispers ( and those of her own people --- a rescuer. a hero ) and their stories and their superstitions. But the peasants hate them, too --- and if they knew of her magic? They’d despise them all the more. She knows too well to allow superstition to colour her perception.
REGARDLESS --- his request is not one they can refuse. The speakers gather knowledge but not only that. They heal. They protect. “Of course ------ and if you’d rather write, I’m literate.” A pause, hands raising, and she offers clumsy sign to indicate she knows it. “I can sign passably as well, if you know it.” There are enough variations to complicate things, of course, but if might be useful nevertheless --- it is merely another language that her people benefit from knowing.
She gestures for him to follow, guiding him into the building. “I am Sypha --- I understand the villagers like you no better than they like us, DOCTOR.”
inesprit:
❛ I NEVER IMAGINED YOU were helpless, i simply believed you were a scholar. this must be a reminder for me to not assume. ❜ her serious tone lifts, a grin takes place. ❛ i’m torn between awe and fear. ❜
For a moment, she fakes further offense --- but then a smile quirks her lips. “Awe. I’m only dangerous to demons and TREVOR.” She’d frozen his shoes on his feet, once. It had been hysterical.
olympicpatron:
“It was my pleasure. I despise cowards.” Herakles replied, glaring at the backs of the fleeing ruffians before turning to the young woman and giving her a reassuring smile. Whether it was the Fates that brought him here or random chance, he was glad that he was able to help and thankful it was nothing more dangerous than a couple of thugs. Even as far away as Greece, the former demigod had heard stories of the monsters that had been terrorizing these lands, and he just had to come by and see them for himself. “My name is Herakles. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sypha. What brings you out this late at night? Most sensible folk would be behind a locked door right about now.”
“I’m not entirely sure you’ve room to be speaking about sensible folk.” The SNARK comes unbidden, but it is fair. After all, he is dressed far more than oddly --- and he, like her, wanders around at night in a world beset by far worse threats than cowardly thugs. Eyes linger on his wardrobe for a long moment before flitting up the stranger’s face. Still, tone and posture are warm enough ------ sass does nothing to lessen gratefulness. It’s merely her nature. “I couldn’t sleep, simply. I thought it better to wander than to toss and turn. I am capable of taking care of myself, that much I assure you --- though I appreciate the help.” A pause. “What of yourself? You’re out just as late as I.”
hraunwyf:
It will take time, Lise has decided—time for her to come back to herself, time for her to become used to the idea that Hell resides on Earth here, time for her to become acclimatized to the odd group Adrian has placed her with. Belmont, she has decided, will draw upon the deepest wells of her patience, and she can endure that. Adrian remains as much of an enigma as he was the day he saved her, and Sypha doesn’t seem to trust her very much.
Still, the presence of another woman is a comfort after the abrupt end to a cloistered life, safe from the outside world. Hers is the only touch Lise would not flinch from, so suddenly, and in fact it seemed as though Sypha was the only one who would touch her at all.
“Yes, I’m fine,” is her answer, though it is distant. It will take time; time she isn’t sure she has, and time she must treat as if it is all she has. How truly hurt she is cannot show. “Only a little tired. I’m not used to traveling so much.”
The fine is a lie, and not a particularly good one ------ though perhaps one of necessity rather than will. There are things that there are no words for. From what the magician has gleaned from both Lise and Adrian, the trauma this girl has experienced is --------- Sypha does not envy her. To watch all you love torn apart is the sort of monstrous thing which collapses your ribs. Your heart.
She does not press. The monster’s hand slips from the holy’s shoulder and swings back to her side. It is a difficult thing --- to be kind to one who might have seen her burned. Might have cheered the swinging of her parents. But she is GOOD and she is KIND and so are her people and so were her parents. ( past tense. ) Even when the latter trait falls, the former remains. Sypha smiles, gentle. Trying not to blame.
“We’ve a moment to rest now --- I think we all need it.” Trevor’s no doubt going to spend it getting drunk. Sypha’s even considering following suit. A long moment of silence. “I --- am sorry, for what it’s worth. After what you’ve seen, I’m sure that joining up with a band of heretics isn’t quite what you’d have wished for.”
spooprite:
almost instantaneously the dragoon comes to flinch, the expression as fleeting and potentially explainable as a shift in light casting shadows over her face. curiosity killed the cat seems a recurring theme to her, nomadic as she is, she is privvy to all sorts of odd tidbits and gossip that it’s birthed a lasting inquisitiveness in the mercenary. aranea prods at the dying embers of the campire in a calculated silence. “ yeah — heard that’s been happenin’ all over the country. the church and the peasants see somethin’ that makes them uncomfortable, and they dub the person a witch. stupidity and mob mentality’s gonna tear the world apart eventually. ”
It isn’t that she disagrees with the other’s dismissal of the world ------ of the church and of the common folk the church has within its grasp. They killed her parents, and they make a mockery of god ( oh, yes, she believes!! she believes even in the moments she cannot believe him loving ) with their cruelty. And yet. Eyes drift back to the campfire. “The peasants can be better --- they are desperate and afraid, and the church offers them an easy balm. I don’t fault them --- not for their ignorance.” It isn’t true --- it isn’t. BUT SHE TRIES HER DAMNDEST. ( her parents and her people would want that of her. ) “The church, on the other hand...” A moment of silence hangs heavy between them. “They ought to know better.”
jack needs to stop getting me into Vampire Media
i think people probably look at modern!sypha and think she’s some kind of a hipster --- she dresses the part. but really she’s just kind of a hermit. probably half - jokingly, half out of sincere pretension, bugs her friends for reading on kindles when The Book Smells A Certain Way Adrian. wears reading glasses. knows Everything about ever religious or faith tradition. likes road trips. wears scarves and shawls and overly large jackets a lot --- steals her friends clothes if they are bigger than her.
hey so cool update im a raging sjw and if u romanticize rape or shit anywhere near me then not only are you morally bankrupts and blatantly evil ur also boring as shit.
