BLOODLESS.

i have always wanted to write: i am very tired and fuck it all.

[periegesisvoid-deactivated]

So vampires don’t show up in film or mirrors, right? What if that applies to literally any kind of sensor. You got some 2000-year-old emissary of the night cussing out an automatic soap dispenser.

[disasterlarper]

automatic doors. AUTOMATIC DOORS

[johanirae]

Those light switches that shuts down when they sense lack of activity.

[mercurialmalcontent]

#my favorite kind of vampire#the shitty and inconvenienced one

[newton-pulsifer]

@dillyboys ur gonna wanna see this

[vampirebourdain]

IM CRYIN

[sepiol]

— it’s time to finally take back control. real control.  ┊ ❪ multi-everything, written by eli. ❫

[sepiol]

a long overdue ‘currently active blogs’ post

@sepiol​; main blog. elliot alderson / mr robot.

@revivis​; low activity. emiel regis / the witcher.

@preachin​; low activity. jesse capelló / indie oc.

blogs i’m sometimes on but not consistently

@reversecap​. luke danes / gilmore girls.

@anubised​. anapa el-kalb / myth adaptation.

@jwcky​. john wayne capelló kenendy / indie oc.

blogs i’d like to get running again sometime soon …

@allsafer. gideon goddard / mr robot.

@muzzled. max rockatansky / mad max.

all other blogs are at this time inactive due to work and stuff.

[envisas-blog]

          he doesn’t remember what he was talking about; he’d sort of petered off anyway, losing focus with his gaze directed at the wall. the little kiss, just the bare hint of pressure, makes him turn his head back. he clears his throat, eyeing regis and then his hand.  ‘ you’re not going to bite me, are you? ’

[revivis-blog]

          no, but he nips, then pulls the wrist away from his face, holding tyrell’s hand in his own. his thumb is pressed into tyrell’s palm. regis neither broke skin or even so much as left a mark, but he can’t speak as to how it felt.  ‘ unfortunately not. i’ve taught myself a rather dire disinterest in anything that draws blood. ’  but - as demonstrated - he can nip, and anyway, being that close to such a vital pressure point —  ‘ do you want to know how your blood smells to me? it’s alright not to. ’

[revivis-blog]

@envisas / *1 like 1 kiss*

          he gets very few impulses around tyrell. there’s a kind of synchronicity with him that makes the going a rather smooth one; they play off each other well, and tyrell’s company is more than bearable. it feels natural when regis scolds him, shaves him; when he sleeps in his chair so that tyrell can sleep in his bed. it feels natural when he kisses the inside of tyrell’s wrist, turning his head to catch the pulse point with his mouth.

[revivis-blog]

poilineacht replied to your post:mood: that one really bizarre version of yennefer

she looks like a sims 2 mod and i mean that in the best way i think but ?

cdpr boss: we need that trailer ready by the end of the day how are you gettin on with finishing yennefer cdpr dev: haha finished it already nailed it absolutely... on top of that cdpr boss: ok good (leaves) cdpr dev: (hastily pastes his yennefer sims 2 mod into the trailer)

[revivis-blog]

mood: that one really bizarre version of yennefer

[revivis-blog]

scoiakrol replied to your post:[[MOR] in the books yennefer is described as...

her in trailer look was more distinctly like her book features than the in-game and it bugged me a bit yeah. some of the men’s facial features looked horribly unfinished like Guillaume in the blood & wine dlc. you can see he was obviously NOT finished, he’s extremely chunky in odd places.I get the push on the 10% especially when looking at vivienne too from that DLC.

you know i wish i could say i remember anything about guillaume other than how much i hated his hair ... ... but yeah absolutely it’s just that. 10%. so close. so frustrating.

[revivis-blog]

in the books yennefer is described as being beautiful but when you look at her... i think it’s that her nose is too long and her lips are too thin? anyway it vaguely bothers me that she’s not really like that in the game. she’s just very beautiful in the same way literally all the women in the game are, which is something cdpr are at fault for. like they look very individual from a distance but up close, for me, i find there’s a lack of detail there...? there’s a uniform sense of Beauty to all of them that i wish was a little less present

i know that doesn’t sound like it makes much sense because the character designs are in generally pretty damn detailed, but it’s like... they went 90% of the way there and i wish they’d pushed for that last 10% to make every woman look just that little bit more distinct. they just could’ve been a bit braver when designing these women’s faces, made them just exaggerated enough to really stand out 

for example - orianna’s wide set eyes really put her apart from the other tw3 women, which is disappointing when you realise they’re only wide set because orianna is from the ‘night to remember’ trailer and possibly based on an irl model*

yeah........ i love this game and i love every single girl in it more than i love myself but the designers could’ve just done that little bit better, that’s all. also triss’ hair could’ve been more chill and less red in litch every game but that’s yknow a different thing

[revivis-blog]

me: like this for a lil kissy starter!!!, implying a Small Starter also me: 300 words

[revivis-blog]

@witchcr / *1 like 1 kiss*

          it’s a beautiful sunrise, no doubt. as a beauclair sunrise, regis’ sharp teeth are grinding together uncomfortably; he’s coming to the realisation that he hates this place, for all its beauty and wonder and the good things that have happened here - including the night just passed, quiet with drink and contemplation and, after a while, the sound of geralt snoring where he fell asleep.

          regis’ bones pop and crackle when he stretches, and again when he stands, and when he steps across the long-dead fire, and when he bends down, fingers looping around geralt’s forearm to rouse him and - if he’s lucky - nudge him into a more ‘alive and awake’ position.

          ‘ the sun is on his way, witcher, and i’d rather not see him alone, ’  he says, not actually tugging his arm. when he does, he levers himself closer to geralt, rather than away as the weight should take him; he’s struck with a terrible feeling that it may be a long time before he sees the witcher again — and regis, who so bemoans the human tendency to fight against their natural processes, is terribly afraid that a long time might become never, and if their friendship ended on this it would be very beautiful and all too brief. 

          ( and a mite sour. letting dettlaff leave to piece himself together - even with both royal sisters unharmed, hairs in place - feels like a lingering point of contention. a last minute choice that might come to haunt them both should dettlaff make a beeline for stupidity by not taking regis’ warning seriously. ) 

          regis hovers and then presses his mouth, pursed and soft, briefly to the lateral scar on his forehead.  ‘ wake up, geralt. ’  — and now he tugs geralt’s arm, but only as he lets go and straightens up once more.

[revivis-blog]

like this for a lil kissy starter as in regis will gently kiss ur muse somehow, on the face/hand/cheek/lips/forehead/knee, somehow some place, platonic or romantic or whatever, feel free to specify romo or not in the replies or even the kind of kiss

[missemmalie-deactivated20250317]

The Hermit by GronnUlv

[in-detail]

[revivis-blog]

eviscer8ed-moved:

Alan Foster, The Fall (detail)

[revivis-blog]

poilineacht replied to your post:oh cool thanks for deleting the text tumblr 

if u make the url small font or, like, bold it or w/e, it doesn’t delete it

yea i know!! thanks tho

[revivis-blog]

oh cool thanks for deleting the text tumblr 

[ladyoriannas]

what rage has wrought

[revivis-blog]

ladyoriannas:

Orianna was silent as he spoke, unmoving, her gaze not straying from the flames. This close to the pyre the stench of death was thick in the air, the aroma of blood near intoxicating, the herbs the other had placed doing a poor job at masking anything. The truth had a way of creeping through lies, through ruses. Whether it be the murder of children or a near-immortal man’s fear of the reality of death, ‘twas all the same in the end.

She wondered what death would be like for her when the day came. If, because of her father’s blood, it would be like what Regis had described - alive but not, her existence trapped between what is tangible and what isn’t. Or, if because of her mother, she would simply die and lose all consciousness altogether. Or perhaps it would be something else entirely. Perhaps death was not meant to be understood by the living, its eerie finality too far beyond comprehension.

“I simply wanted to hear the truth.” She turned to Regis, then, and caught his gaze. Both of their masks had fallen away, no reason for them to hide anything at all. In a rare surge of affection she bridged the gap between them and wrapped her arms around his body. She pressed her forehead into the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. Her words were muffled when she spoke. “That is the way of things, no?” A breath. “I missed you.”

         ‘ you have it, ’  he exclaims, making a useless outward gesture before his thumb tucks into the width of his belt. his outward expressions are, at times, all he has; talking with his hands can say much more than his words can, with a cluttered vocabulary and a tendency to hide behind it.  ‘ every bitter thing. ’ 

         he’s surprised when she hugs him - or rather, to pick more precise words, startled. but not for long. only for a moment. he wraps his arms around her in kind, his chin settling on the crook of her shoulder. regis has always been quietly tactile. he appreciates this more than he can rightly say. he thinks miserably on how at the end of the night he might be broken or dead or both and hugs her tighter, selfishly, needy.

         regis manages to keep his voice full of nothing but warmth for her.  ‘ i missed you too. ’