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Dark Souls 3 - fanart by shiraminex
I don’t mind
not getting a happy ending
if it means
you get yours…
BLOODBORNE SENTENCE STARTERS ( CHANGE PRONOUNS / TENSE ETC AS NECESSARY )
You’re a beast hunter, aren’t you?
We are hunters, the both of us.
Well, that’s most unfortunate.
If you have a change of heart, you know where to come.
There must be oodles for us to share.
May the good blood guide your way.
Good to see you safe.
There’s something I want to tell you.
There must be some safe place to run off to?
Around here, you are the only one I can turn to.
You understand, don’t you?
I knew you’d come back for more.
Whatever happens, you may think it all a bad dream.
Didn’t you see the warning?
How did you get in here?
You have the whole night to dream. Make the best of it.
I have nothing more to offer.
This night is long, but morning always comes.
Remember yourself. You are not a beast.
Isn’t it time someone put you out of your misery?
May you find your worth in the waking world.
Do the Gods love their creations?
Would you ever think to love me?
I do love you. Isn’t that how you’ve made me?
What a mess you’ve been caught up in.
Prepare yourself for the worst.
My glory days were long ago now.
The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me.
It’s enough to make a man sick.
It will be a long hunt tonight.
You needn’t concern yourself with me.
I can wait. I won’t be afraid.
I’ve much better ways to pass the time.
Don’t you have work to do? Go slit some throats.
Do you think I owe you something?
Don’t you come near me! I know your type.
What, you think I’m a beast?
He’s not to be trusted.
Not even death offers solace.
Have mercy on the poor bastard.
Throw yourself to the wolves.
My god is lost to me, so I must find another.
On a night like this… I took you for a monster.
Thank the stars you’re fairly normal.
This whole place is falling apart.
Do you hear the graveyard murmurs?
For the love of Gwyn Stop!!!
by vempirick
Because some people just havent suffered enough.
just fyi
I’m not saying I made Bernie Sanders on DS3 and I’m also not saying I am only using firebombs and fire weaponry in order to make invaders Feel the Bern.
But–
Done a request to dress Wo-Class in Bloodborne attire and wielding the Threaded Cane.
“Ripped, battered and bloody.
But Independent Bloodborne OC still shining Rules Ⅰ Bio bright.”
Odd meetings. (closed rp)
She still needed to get used to Yarnam again or more specifically the fighting of the beasts and the mad hunters. She was staring down at a few of the beasts and a hunter fighting them underneath her. He seemed skilled, although her bets were more on the beasts then him. While watching she took a drag of one of the many tobacco products she had on her, rubbing a coin in her hand.
‘Do you think he’s gonna live down there?’ She muttered under her breath at the figure beside her. This was not the first time she had seen it, a figure on the roofs looking down, but it was the first time she was this close. She had to be careful.
The spectacle beneath him had been a grim form of entertainment at best. Various beasts had encroached upon the very prey the Kidnapper himself had been stalking - a hunter nonetheless, yet an acolyte - one skilled in the hunt, but still a novice to the inner workings of prolonged survival. As the Kidnapper peered over the rooftop to the view below, the echoes of another’s footsteps resounded ever so softly behind him - nothing more than faint clicks upon eroded brick, far too synchronized to belong to that of a beast.
His eyes wandered downward to a rather curiously dressed woman. Surely, she had been one of the hunt, lest civilians had acquired the gumption to scale treacherous terrain at their leisure. Pallid lips twitched into a rather sinister smile, as arms crossed over his chest in an unimpressed gesture.
“Hmpf- my sadistic curiosity desires that he perishes, however it would be in my best interest for him to survive. What hunter in their right mind dares to approach a Kidnapper in the dead of night?”
Her teeth showed in a noticeable smirk bright and white as she tilted her head, her hand resting comfortably on the Chikage. ‘On a night that never ends does it matter what sanity even is? The smirk turned slightly upward as she made sure he could see her. ‘You have enogh smarts to wait for your prey to be week at least, but my bets on the beast down there, best get to acting no?’
A small laugh escaped her lips at that as she looked at him with her one eye winking it. How entertaining this was turning out to be.
Odd meetings. (closed rp)
She still needed to get used to Yarnam again or more specifically the fighting of the beasts and the mad hunters. She was staring down at a few of the beasts and a hunter fighting them underneath her. He seemed skilled, although her bets were more on the beasts then him. While watching she took a drag of one of the many tobacco products she had on her, rubbing a coin in her hand.
‘Do you think he’s gonna live down there?’ She muttered under her breath at the figure beside her. This was not the first time she had seen it, a figure on the roofs looking down, but it was the first time she was this close. She had to be careful.
Coming Home (Open Rp)
It had been a while since she had been back to Yharnam the city drenched in blood and covered in beasts. Having been stuck in Lothric for far to long there was a certain air of comfort Familiarity. with being back in this cursed city. She couldn't help the grin on her face as she started to undo her darkmoon Bronze armor the Cainhurst set slipping on with the ease that a hunter requires as she took step by step onto the bridge connecting Yharnam with the rest of the world.
By the time that she reached the broken down gate she was back in her old armor her gun in its holster twirling her Chikgae around as she hears the scream of one of the many beasts. Ahha yes, it was good to be home.
updating
//Im going to be making a verse for chairty for the dark souls 3 Universe as well if anyone is curious~ ill also end up making a blog for my other Oc for Dark souls 3 by the name of Em latter!
like for a starter <3
Im rather rusty to be honest but i would love to get back into the swing of it~
//personal, but kind of back
so, i havent been on because i have moved out of my old place, finally have a decent internet connetion and work two jobs. Im back now and i would love to rp. I CRAVE IT.
//SO EVERYONE SORRY I HAVE BEEN GONE FAR TO LONG. but im back, kind of. Moving out shortly but ill start trying to work on reply's so if you need anything feel free to message me im always down for a chat. Now lets get a few threads going shall we?
After a bit of a hiatus, I’d like to announce a roll call for all Bloodborne Roleplaying blogs! And when we say all, we mean ALL! So as long as you’re an RP blog for Bloodborne, you’re included. OCs also qualify!
To be added, REBLOG this post, or submit yourself! Our rules and F.A.Q.
We also reblog various resources and lore!
// so, sorry I haven't been on as much I'll make the effort to be on more <3 my depression has been rather rough to me.