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[magioffire]

∗ 37﹕ have  you  ever  ventured  into  writing  fanfiction ?

munday questions ; accepting.

i actually have!! i used to have an account on fanfic.net and wattpad and everything. i wrote fanfiction for the primarily anime fandoms i was in at the time: death note, hellsing, wolf's rain, etc etc. i was also a fan of reading those self insert type fanfictions for my faves ha...ha....i also read and wrote a lot of hurt/comfort, romance, character introspection, one shots, crack fics, crossovers, and au type fanfictions. i did the whole deal basically (except for 'lemon' aka erotic fanfiction as at the time i wasnt of age) tbh i still occasionally write what could be considered 'fanfiction', though they are obviously very much inspired by interactions i have via rps. most of my non-roleplay writing nowadays is original, however.

[vilestblood]

What is the most noticeable thing about Crow when meeting someone for the first time?

It depends on the timeline, verse and the specific person meeting him.

But as a general assumption for his Crow (Hunter of Hunters) main verse, I'd say it should definitely be his cape of crow feathers --- and then the oddly untarnished silver of his helmet, gauntlets and sabatons. It's a rather stark contrast to the eye. Furthermore, none of his gear is what one would commonly find in Yhar.nam, all of it being of foreign origins except for his repeating pistol.

Sans his helmet/mask, the most noticeable thing about him would likely be his pale features that do have an eery touch of inhumanity to them. Doll-like, in a sense, somewhat similar to Lady Maria's cold porcelain visage. Those acquainted with the extinct people of Cain.hurst, and their unique racial characteristics, would immediately identify him as a vile.blood.

For people without vision, the scent of blood would be most noticeable. But... it should be different from the usual sanguine stench prevalent in the whole city. His blood has a certain bitterness to it, reminiscent of aromantic liquor or even something chemical. Repulsive or alluring, depending on the individual's taste --- and their level of addiction to blood.

[spiritbelled]

"I have done everything you asked for! I have been by your side! How could you Ranni? HOW COULD YOU?"

@blxiddiau

How could she, indeed.

After so many promises, the Witch of the snow and the stars found herself at a loss of words. She had failed him - she promised that she would succeed in her plans to establish her own order and ascend once more, promised that by doing such, she would be able to cure the madness that plagued her beloved brother. Blaidd was not only family to her, but an extension of her - her Shadow, quite literally. By letting him down, she feels as if she, too, had let herself down.

Alas - her newly acquired consort found themselves struggling at the peak of their adventure. There is nothing more that could be done. No manner of rushing would be able to mend the problem before it gets any worse. Even now, Ranni can feel Blaidd's pain in the back of her mind. The howls of agony roaring like a faint echo made her want to cringe, yet the Witch remained perfectly still on her throne, facing the Tarnished before her.

Blaidd was not in her tower. He sat outside, confused, angry, hostile thoughts raking against the back of his mind. Doubts that made him question his master. As much as Ranni wanted to save him, she fears doing so would be an impossibility. Were she any more efficient with her plot.. perhaps this could be avoided.

But the Black Knives have found them - and in doing so, only complicated things further.

What a shame. That she would come so close to reaching her goal, only to lose a part of herself that she loves so dearly. What a dreadful emotion. What a horrible feeling. Had she a heart, she feels as though she'd be stunned by woe alone.

She knew what would become of him.

She knew what the Tarnished -- destined to fulfill her requests to the end of the era of the Golden Order - would have to do.

She knew it would hurt. She knew it would be brief. She knew it would be necessary - to allow him to live any longer not only puts the rest of her plan in jeopardy, but it puts him in insufferable, incurable pain..

Thou hath understood from the very beginning, Blaidd... That I was never destined to follow the path laid 'pon me by the Two Fingers. Thou hath been by my side for as long as my memory serves... alas, thy mind hath been clouded by madness and curse. I'm sorry, Blaidd. I will not be able to save you. You will not be able to see the Age of Stars as the cycle breaks. I was a fool. Blindly making promises that I could not keep. But I will make one more promise. I shall grant you a quick death, so that thy suffering lasts no longer. Though I can not commit to it myself. I... do not have the heart to see thee felled by mine own hands. I leave your life, and your soul, in the hands of my consort. I hope you will forgive me. I hope you will not forget me.

I love you.

[faithfcll]

"You are a coward. You are weak! I will break every bone in your body Tarnished."

     DESPITE ERIAS'S OWN PERSONAL GRIEVANCES towards blaidd's mistress, those same reservations did not entirely extend to the enraged vassal intimidating him at present. still, while no attempt was made to argue against the claims spewed at his spirit, one hand came to rest upon the hilt of the cleric's sheathed blade, and thusly was fair warning granted prior to any physical altercation between the two parties, “i do not desire conflict, shadow, nor do i seek thy ire... but i will defend myself if need be.”

[frcnzy]

our odds are better together. [ from @blxiddiau ]

Baldurs gate sentence meme // accepting -------------------

---The confessor is quiet, she had already turned to leave once given her task to find this 'traitor' Blaidd had spoke of, but his proposition makes her pause, head turning; a single eye glances at the unfamiliar wolf-man, staring with an unreadable expression -- as if shes passing some sort of judgement within her own mind. Finally she breaks her brutal silence "Accompany me if you wish, you know the way better than i, i expect."

[sinnhelmingr]

💔 = Has your muse ever been heartbroken? If so, explain what happened.// @blxiddiau​

Of course. There have been more obvious causes of heartbreak -- Hel has outlived a fair few romantic partners, namely Johanna in her mainverse, and in specific AUs she has a terrible habit of falling for men that were never going to survive their narratives. However, these were relationships where she typically understood the risks and that her partner might not always be there.  Her heart was broken, but at least it was still working, yeah?

I think the instances that break her heart the most are the ones where love is not enough. Where she can love someone and their choices or their role is the catalyst for failure.

This is most prominently seen in her ship with Axem’s Gwyndol*n or Ran’s Outsider. Lin makes choices that so disgust Hel that she has to choose between her millennia-old marriage and her sense of right and wrong, and her morals win out over whatever Lin has become in pursuit of the flame. The Outsider had no choice, but in fixing the world, he was torn from her hands and returned to his ancient, eldritch form -- a situation that also robbed him of his capacity to love. In both cases, she loved her partner with everything she was, and still lost them to machinations that she could not put an end to.

Both of them, in their respective verses, left quite a mark. Hel never had another love after Lin, even as their affection turned to a bitter rivalry. She did eventually learn to love after the Outsider, but it took over two centuries for her to even entertain the thought of another partner.

[stxrscrge]

@blxiddiau​ asked:

"the world has wronged you."

“And what made you say so?” Radahn returns, liquid golden eyes meeting those of the half-wolf’s: the Shattering was a war that tore apart all who were involved into pieces one way or another. Just as the rest of those who participated in taking their own shard of the Elden Ring, blood stains his hands of friend and foe alike. “I’m not any innocent in shedding blood as the rest of those that joined in the Shattering.” 

His younger sister had disappeared, Rykard took his own shard and retreated into the Volcano Manor, where he would continue carrying out his blasphemous work of experimentations of true immortality. He had set his eyes upon the Elden Throne in the Royal Capital; his siblings and half siblings could bicker all they want in the meanwhile. 

And it very well could’ve spelled his doom.

[wolfvirago-m]

it’s all about the yearning [accepting] [x]

@blxiddiau​ said:  “ that I cannot hear it does not mean it is silent ”

Her heart is racing, burning with such flame that it almost seems cold in comparison to the way her blood sings. This time of year was burning, dry. She didn’t venture very far in her hunts anymore, favoring the sanctuary of the forest. The shade provides comfort, even though by now, she knows this feeling isn’t from the summer sun.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Again, the shifter denies. It’s easier to ignore the thudding of her heart when no one mentions it. If it is  mentioned, it becomes the only thing on her mind, the only thing she senses.

“Isn’t listening to my pulse like snooping?” Childishly, Robin’s head whips up from staring at the grass, her eyes flaming with equal parts embarrassment and annoyance.