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[[ Figuring out you tagged the entirely wrong person like a month after you been wondering why there’s no reply. Fuckin kill me. Time to never be seen again, rip. ]]
A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream.
Do you need any materials?
cosmicuncanny:
What to make of this offer to help… There were a few sane people, good people, even, around before the blood moon. If Jason had encountered the pale woman under the ordinary red sunset he woke up to, it would have been very reasonable to suppose she was genuine and friendly. It goes without saying that things are very different under a sky like this.
The woman’s careful demeanor and quiet, hollow voice could mean anything. That she has dark intentions, that she’s too scared to be any more animated, that she shows no emotion because there simply isn’t anything to show. Could she be another living doll?
It’s just unfair, that Yharnam would toss Jason at a complicated human interaction puzzle like this, and so far into such a terrible night. He’s only gotten this far because instinct and violence are enough to make progress with. Oh, he’s found that you can accomplish plenty of violence with a head full of cotton. Full of more cotton than before. He doesn’t KNOW if Magda is friendly or not. And maybe he could figure out the answer, but he doesn’t KNOW where to start. He probably couldn’t have even gotten to know Eileen in a state like this. This state isn’t… permanent, is it? He’ll rest in the Hunter’s Dream for hours, waiting to wake up, waiting for the whole thing to blow over, but nothing changes. It’s clear to him that if he does nothing, he’ll be trapped here forever. If he wants any hope of escaping, any chance to try and recover, the only way out is forward. And forward might be across that bridge…
He shakes his head, and searches under layers of combat strategy for some words to string together. “I don’t need any help,” he says, cautiously but still trying to be friendly. If he tried to run past her at full speed and just refused to interact, would she attack him? Would she chase him? He’d hate to end up killing her if she’s not corrupted and hostile after all, though…
“Do you need any help?”
He won’t be able to fool her with an entire conversation that’s just him repeating things she said back to her, but it’s nice to take advantage of the template she so generously provided, to get him started.
Magda could almost see the complex universe roiling behind this man’s eyes. He was analysing her, as anyone under the peak of a blood moon - especially a hunter - should. She wondered if, perhaps, she was the first non-violent party he’d encountered tonight. But these were merely suspicians - she had no idea the world of delusions induced by trauma.
As he debated inwardly, the tiny white woman shifted to a more at ease position, her hand coming to rest upon her Choir bell. When he turned down the offer, it slid beyond and instead smoothed out her robes. Idly, she mused on whether he recognised the garbs. Not many in the general populous would.
“I?” Magda’s brows rose, intrigued. A loaded question, she thought. Moreso than he clearly realised. It must have been more out of politeness that he returned the gesture. He likely didn’t mean it - many, realistically, did not on any normal occasion.
“You needn’t worry about me.” A small amount of kindness slipped into her tone. “I am merely a doctor here...”
It occurred to her that he was headed into the Ward. Her lips tightened, knowing what dwelt inside. “And I do not recommend this path, Hunter.”
Petty Small-Talk
viktorsilverstone:
He fell silent for a moment, his jaw shifted while his lips remained closed, he had something on his mind he was tempted to lash out at her with, but remained collected after a slow blink and sigh. “I do not veil my intentions, I said I was here to see with my own eyes the choir’s madness, and to check up on an old friend. The truth of it was, if he thought he could have trusted her back in those days, he would have tried to convince her to come with him. But Magda has always been somewhat of a devout, or at least loyal to the choir. Maybe had she had more time in the orphanage behind the doors Viktor was, instead of saving lives of people who didn’t deserve it… maybe both of their lives would have been different.
“Do not speak so ill of these fascinating debates Magda, shouldn’t we be able to prove the will of our masters? are we not loyal enough to be given that privilege to at least believe so strongly in them that we may fight for them?”. Of course loyalty was something no one believed Viktor capable of, if someone gave him a cause worth fighting for he may be loyal to it. He once thought that the Choir, then the school of Mensis. He’d yet to be entirely convinced.
“Perhaps if it were not on my time.” Magda would have thought if he held her in such fond memory that perhaps he’d remember her busy schedule. She was often a surgeon charged with a lot of responsibility for overseeing the well-being of her people.
Her desk and tables were stacked with piles of paperwork, shelves heavy of books on morbid subjects and filled with philosophies of ascension; her personal quarters betrayed everything and nothing. Mayhaps somewhere within depths of the drawers of storage there would be something more sentimental in nature.
“I may be because of my history, but I can’t say I’m all that interested in proving what I have already. Seems to only be a problem for someone in your position.”
Send a forest creature!
🦊 - for my character to recount a story of their own cleverness 🐻 - for my character to sleep in and miss something important 🦅 - for my character to make an observation about yours 🐸 - for my character to make an indecent proposal to yours 🐺 - for my character to attempt to eat you (in any sense I choose) 🦉 - for my character to impart wisdom to yours 🐛 - for my character to confess some folly of their youth 🦋 - for my character to discuss their conception of beauty 🕷 - for my character to tie yours up 🐍 - for my character to cuddle yours 🦃 - for my character to make your character dinner 🐇- for my character to recount a tale of sexual misadventure 🦌 - for my character to give yours a gift 🐿 - to find my character’s secret stash
[[ My apologies for inactivity, I’ve had a lot of things going on at once. After the weekend away with the family, I got notice that my Finnish classes finally start next month! So, in addition to being excited, I’m very stressed about it. Such is life with an anxiety disorder. I’ve also begun trying to adopt a workout routine and I’m very tired - I’m already normally excessively fatigued due to my BPD, so it’s rather hard for me. I’ve also got a lot of doctor stuff I’ve either got planned or am doing my best into getting planned. Some wonky stuff with my digestive tract has been getting worse lately, so…I’m a bit worried. :’D
But! My sister sent me this cute little chibi maker and I’ve been passing the time with it while I attempt to come down from my anxious frenzy. Here’s Magda! I would have liked to have her holding a bass, but they only had guitars. But hey, at least they had a knife *wink wonk*
Here’s the link so you guys can make your own! It’s a surprisingly extensive little doll maker, so many things to choose from and colour options to play around with! Enjoy 8)
PS. Bloodborne version added. Idk what’s wrong with me, I did this on Anika too. I keep insisting I’m gonna stop making these and then...welp. Did my best to find the closest hat to the blindfold Choir cap lol Also pretend that’s a bell she has, since the only bell option in the maker is a golden Christmas bell X’D ]]
cosmicuncanny:
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“Hmmm…Eileen?” Jason said.
“What,” Eileen replied, bluntly but not unkindly. She was deadly competent, and somehow consistently found the time and the empathy for his stupid questions. He’d almost dare suspect she enjoyed talking to him.
“I’ve been wondering, and I’m not sure who to ask… or how to ask, or what to say… am I hallucinating all of this? Yharnam, this whole night… you? There was a blood transfusion…I blacked out, I woke up and found the city like this… waking up wasn’t real, I’m still dreaming, right? I wouldn’t care, but… I’m not dying, am I?”
Eileen laughed in amusement. “Jason!” she said. “Such a heavy burden you’ve been carrying! I certainly don’t think I’m a figment of your imagination, but I couldn’t prove that to you.”
He only nodded in solemn resignation, and Eileen thought for a moment. “Am I someone you know?” she asked. “Have you run into people you know, who shouldn’t be here? Your theory is almost certainly correct, if you have.”
“Oh!” Jason said, relieved and impressed. “Hmm. No. I’m sure I’ve never met you before. And… I think someone like you is too complex for me to come up with.”
“Someone like me?” Eileen said, with growing amusement.
She’s dead, now. Eileen. Or, Jason left her dying, stamping her lifeblood down the cathedral steps in slick, red coward’s footprints.
Jason observed his sanity start to fray pretty early on, and lately it’s been coming out in clumps. The cleaver he clenches in his right hand is real to him, and so is the ever present constant that is pain. Beyond that, he honestly can’t be sure. The city has been changing its mind about its features all night. What’s felt like days have passed, and still the sun refuses to rise. Old man Gehrman has been scarce in the Hunter’s Dream for a long time now. Sometimes Jason can hear him crying out in his sleep, but the location of his resting place in that sickly sterile garden, a place more for dreaming than sleeping, remains a mystery. The blood moon has risen, and the city is in its death throes. Or, if Jason’s theory is correct, maybe just Jason. Eileen’s gift of wisdom is one of the stronger remaining pillars of his sanity. If he hasn’t seen any ghosts from his past, it hasn’t been proved that this hellscape is his mind.
The upper cathedral ward is one of the most breathtaking locations in Yharnam, an ornate and austere roost in the very cosmos. And if the twisted statues and intricate architecture inspire respect, tonight’s blood moon sky demands it. This is a place built for seeking connection with the heavens, and tonight the heavens want connection with the earth. If that connection has been made anywhere, it must be here… so what’s across the bridge?
Jason stumbles into the place because he found a key that fit the lock, and it’s as reasonable a place to be as any on a night like this. He’s still caught up in his bloody work for want of something, anything, better to do. He sees the tower. He sees the sky. And he sees the ghostly form of his estranged sister, Charlotte, standing on the bridge. She was still alive when he left home. She must have died. And now she’s waiting for him, here to finally escort him to an afterlife or the peaceful stillness of death. Or, if she’s upset with him for leaving, she might just push him off the bridge. And if his mind really is done pretending there’s a narrative about a hunter trapped in a dream, it might not be a garden he wakes up in…
This far into a night this long, it’s all too easy to fall into a worry spiral and get worked up into a frenzy. Jason stops and looks at his feet and takes a couple deep breaths. When he looks back at the bridge, daring to hope he was wrong, he sees it’s really not Charlotte at all. Just a woman with a hairstyle Charlotte once had. And Jason’s fifty…something, maybe, so Charlotte must be fifty-something-maybe-and-two. The woman on the bridge is as old as Charlotte was, not as old as Charlotte is. And she isn’t glowing or transparent, just very pale and dressed in white. On this second, more careful assessment, Jason’s grown about 80% sure she isn’t even a ghost.
He realizes he’s staring, and nods a silent hello. No, nodding’s not hello, that’s waving. He waves.
This would be it; the last time she stood here. She could feel it very heavily upon her shoulders. The very final time she would ever watch over Yharnam and gaze out at the ever-changing state of the sky above. Ordinarily, she felt very free and powerful so high up, but with the presence of the large, bloody moon it was easy to feel small. It was far beyond mortals such as herself.
It was never a good idea to be so driven by nostalgia; that was realised in this moment.
Where would she go? The Choir had split a while ago, driven out to continue work scattered. After what the School of Mensis had done in Yahar’gul nothing had been the same. Magda only knew of it through word of mouth; the notion of seeing it in person shook her deeply. She was both fascinated and horrified.
The Byrgenwerth... She decided silently. If not to find herself useful to some cause, there would be plenty of insight to pursue.
Magda’s gaze drew over her shoulder to one of the few people she’d encountered since the hunt on this night began. Of course, he was a hunter. However she felt about him upon sight he wouldn’t be able to see it in her even expression. Her visage betrayed nothing.
Those pale lilac eyes followed the wave of his hand before she allowed herself to nod back and fully turn to face him. Her hands rested together, one over the other, down the front of her robes.
“Greetings, hunter.” Despite how high a pitch her voice was and how it seemed to carry up here, she was very quiet. “Have you need of assistance?”
@vilehuntr [cont. from xxx]
It was a true shame, indeed, to see such hopelessness in someone so strong. To see someone so proficient and practiced give up a lifetime of work.
“ Who is to say that your only usefulness is as a hunter? ”
Magda’s words alluded to the idea that she may have an answer to provide. After all, the doctor played no role in hunting herself. She of all others would know usefulness beyond the violence.
[[ Just a heads up. I’ve been working on Magda icons for the past day and a half and still have quite a bit more to go, but this weekend I will be away hunting mushrooms and spending time with the family. 👌 So you won’t see any activity from me until Sunday night (in Finland).
I’m gonna try and get to some of the posts I owe before I leave tho~ Hope everyone has a nice weekend too 😊 ]]
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📊 - How does your muse feel about the state of the world? Could it be better? Could it be worse?
Magda recognises that there are issues with the world, but she also doesn’t believe they’re particularly significant in comparison to the state of the world in any other time period. There will always be problems in a world with flawed people, especially when they attempt to coexist in a society and put laws into place. She believes people have a habit of making a bigger deal about of what’s being experienced in the modern age simply because it’s happening to them.
Of course it could be better, and of course it could be worse. How will it be in the next decade? That’s up to people to decide with their actions.
🎭 - How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel?
Magda is definitely a bottler. She dislikes when emotions are inflicted upon her and holds very true to the value of herself. Being confident and independent from a young age, she has developed both healthy and unhealthy methods of dealing with them.
💅 - How does your muse feel about gender roles? Do they conform to them, or do they play by their own rules?
She doesn’t really give them thought. If she falls into the gender box, then that’s just how she is and she believes similarly of others. She thinks the subject is a waste of time when it isn’t discussed in terms of combating forced gender roles.
Thought-Provoking Headcanon Meme
Send a symbol and I’ll answer the question about my muse. (Or answer in character. Whatever works for you!)
⛔️ - How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning? 🚑 - If your muse was the only person around and someone was injured, would they help? Would they have the experience needed? 💸 - What does your muse think of wealthy people? Do they resent them, or do they believe they earned what they have? 🆘 - What does your muse think of poor people? Do they think they’re a waste of space, or do they want to help them? 📩 - Does your muse prefer to physically write letters or send them online? What is their reasoning? 📢 - Does your muse have a loud personality or a quiet one? Do they enjoy being the center of attention, or would they rather watch and listen? 📊 - How does your muse feel about the state of the world? Could it be better? Could it be worse? 👨 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their father? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👩 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their mother? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👧 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their siblings? Who do they get along with best? 👶 - If they have any, what is your muse’s relationship like with their children? Do they feel like they’re a good parent? 👻 - Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like? ⏰ - Does your muse feel like they need to do things quickly or do they take their time? ⌛️ - How often does your muse think about death? Do they think about it at all? 🔗 - What are your muse’s standards for meaningful relationships? How quickly do they form relationships like these? 🚹 - How would your muse react to losing their father? How would they cope? 🚺 - How would your muse react to losing their mother? How would they cope? 🚼 - How would your muse react to losing a child? How would they cope? 💧 - How would your muse react to losing a best friend? How would they cope? 💔 - How would your muse react to losing a romantic partner? How would they cope? 🐜 - How does your muse feel about animal lives? Do they treat them the same way they’d treat a person, or do they feel they’re inferior? 🌎 - Does your muse want to change the world? How would they go about it? 🎭 - How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel? 💋 - How does your muse feel about people who cheat? Do they see a reason for it, or is it completely immoral? 🌠 - Would your muse make a wish on a star? If so, what would they wish for? 🎁 - Does your muse celebrate their birthday? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, why not? 🍟 - How does your muse feel about their body? Would they change it if they could? 💅 - How does your muse feel about gender roles? Do they conform to them, or do they play by their own rules? 🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it?
Petty Small-Talk
viktorsilverstone:
His demeanor was always calm, even when making threats, it was often difficult to tell when he was laying down a threat, or trying to be witty. He could point out similar faults in her, only it wasn’t from a lack of emotional depth to her wording, rather how she was able to manipulate even the most genuine remark into sarcasm. “I subject myself once more to the Choir’s lunacy to come here,but you cannot fill a cup that is already topped off, you’ll live dear Magda”. “Unless of course you believe your Choir runs a victim less crime, atleast I can see the faults of the School of Mensis. I chose the lesser of two evils, what pray tell is your excuse?”.
“Can you, Viktor-dear?” That rye grin widened, the twinkle of morbid amusement in her pale lilac eyes. “What would a tomb prospector even know about the moral compass of his contractors?”
What had Viktor even known of the Choir’s true nature? If Magda had to guess, he had seen or heard something he hadn’t taken a liking to. Her suspicion was more that he hated something about this faction than he even liked about the School of Mensis. Those outside of the blasphemous faction knew just as little about it as the general populous did about the existence of the Choir.
Magda slowly lowered herself into her chair, breathing out a heavy breath as she did, and then cross a leg over the other, clasped her hands in her lap. As always, the small, youthful doctor poised herself perfectly. “Is that why you’ve come? To argue semantics of claims neither of us has any ability to prove?”
Geode (x)
This character in this painting is simultaneously beautiful and menacing, but if I saw them in a social setting I might try to talk to them. That is unless their only way if communication was via high pitched bloodbourne style beast screams and the urge to either murder me, consume me, or assimilate me into their face.
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✍ : Offer 3-5 tips on how to get other role players started on interacting with your muse.
Answered this a bit more at length here, but I’ll try to do it again~
Appeal to her functionality; if she can provide a service to you, she is most likely to interact positively.
Appeal to her curiosity/intellect; she is interested in morality and difficult topics, she is most likely to be more enthusiastic in your company/conversation in these cases.
Challenge or insult her; try her confidence, despite the negative nature, she loves it. It’s also more likely to get her interested in another person moreso than endless compliments.
✔ : What drew you to the character you currently play? What types of characters are you generally drawn to?
Magda was originally created to be a supportive role after burning out on a more action-oriented character. I needed someone more casual with limited interactions to give myself a break. I’ve also wanted to RP a doctor of some sort for a while. I enjoy the idea of a morbid, morally-grey healer.
Generally, I am all about witches. My powerful girls are my life <3 Giving Magda a Bloodborne verse was an excuse to also kind of put her there too lol. When they’re not mainly witches, I usually give them some kind of gimmick, like Magda’s cleaning job as a side to her medical field, Anika’s musician/sound design background, and Aislin’s (the OC I burnt out on before Magda) magician spiel.
♫ : Are there parts of your own personality that you reflect onto your character? How do they work?
I think everyone does this to some degree, even if they deny it or don’t realise it. With Magda I did it less than usual. I’d say she’s more things I wish I could be like, like her confidence in herself and her life path, as well as how dedicated to her career she is. But it could be said that we both struggle socially, despite for different reasons.
Anika might fit the bill more for comparisons to my personality. She’s much more lacking in self-esteem and dealing with the same kind of loss I experienced when I was in high school.
❤ : What are some role-plays that you have done/are doing that you particularly enjoy and wish to share with your followers?
I haven’t done enough with Magda and what I have done I don’t like much anymore since falling out of the specific fandoms. I love what I’m doing with Anika though. Having her interact with serial killers was something I didn’t know I needed.
I am super excited for Magda’s Bloodborne verse though. I want all the plots for it *w*
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✍ : Offer 3-5 tips on how to get other role players started on interacting with your muse.
I’ll compromise here and do two tips per the two verses she currently has.
Main / Modern Verses
The easiest way here is to be a classmate at her university, a coworker in the morgue or in the “maybe kinda shady” cleaning team she works with on the side, or a contractor/works for the contractor who hired that cleaning team. Or maybe someone who would need an in with the coroner & his assistant.
Any situations in which a person trained in the medical field might be useful. Getting to her through personal means (ie. by talking to her in a cafe or public place, etc.) is going to be difficult, though not impossible. She’d just not that personable in the beginning, it’s something that comes way more when she builds trust with others. (this kind of stands through all verses actually lol)
Bloodborne / Similar Verses
If you need a mystical doctor, she’s your lady. She’s good with the blood healing and mending the flesh - she’s got a lot of practice piecing together rended tomb prospectors and hunters, as well as diagnosing illnesses in important figures of the Choir. In her modern verse, her specialty as a doctor is pathology and this will play a part in these kinds of verses as well.
Challenge her to conversations of intellect and/or moral standing. (also pretty applicable to most verses)
ツ I mean besides this one. Obviously!!!
ツ : An OC you created that you are proud of?
I am honestly proud of most of my OCs despite thinking they’re probably not that great lol.
Anika Kivinen is probably my newest girl and I’m also active on her RP blog. She’s my resident Finnish-American witch, musician, edgelord, spooky girl, and the girl everyone wants to murder 👌
Wiebke Albrecht is my designated Don’t Starve witch bby. I haven’t RP’d her in years and her blog is long untouched, but I still love to draw her and develop her whenever I’m in a DS mood ;) I would enjoy getting back to her if there were anyone who wanted to interact with her tho.
Kali Urban, yet another witch, this one Native American and a completely original character that I haven’t used in anything other than her og setting. She and her setting/story are heavily Harry Dresden and World of Darkness inspired. Maybe one day I’ll throw her out in the field to RP.