#nightslain

[devilxhunted]

@nightslain​​ said: ❝  are you the last of your family too?  ❞ god of war (2018) starters

          The question catches him off-guard, makes him pause in his footsteps -- a pause too subtle and brief to be noticed as he continues his stride soon after. He slips that easy smile on his lips, though his eyes remained hidden beneath the veil of his bangs, strands of silver whispering over his lashes as he steps and hops over overgrown roots.

“As far as I know, yeah. You’re lookin’ at the one and only.” He answers eventually, turning around to face the blonde, waits for him to catch up. Once he does, he brings up a hand to ruffle through those curly waves of gold, only to smooth them back in place. “And got me all to yourself for this little road trip of ours. Lucky you, huh? Or lucky me...”

Dante grins, slipping an arm around the Knight’s shoulders as he leads him along the path. Content with walking side-by-side now. “And, if I do say so myself, I don’t mind the company this time around.”

[dominatie]

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“S-sorry, Leon! He’s a bit of a snuggler.” Soma couldn’t help but laugh a little at the sight of his skeletal and very noodly White Dragon curling gently around the poor Belmont’s body. It’s jawbone clicked ominously, despite Soma’s words.

“If you can get your arm free, pat his nose and he’ll let go.”

[ghostlyanon]

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✦ mun facts!  ✦  | open

Way back at Pokemon XY when I was discovering the Masuda Method for breeding shiny pokemon, a friend of mine ( @tinypigeonlord ) lent me a Japanese male eevee to try hatching a shiny for the first time through that method. I’m not lying, the very first egg that came out turned out to be a SHINY FEMALE EEVEE. THE VERY FIRST EGG. 

Back when I was learning the breeding mechanics, I didn’t pay much attention to the abilities and she ended up having Run Away which is why I rarely used or evolved her. Now I’ve moved her along with other pokemon to my Sword game and since I still don’t want to evolve her, I gave her the G-MAX factor!

I’m considering grinding for an ability capsule and EV training her to do some battling together.

[wingsmashed]

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“Don’t worry about a thing, Leon. I know a thing or two about what’s fashionable these days. I’ll get you looking good in no time.” Not that Yoko was going to take complete control of the reigns here. This was going to ultimately be Leon’s new look, so he ought to have at least a little bit of input!

“We’ve got a lot more accessible dyes, as you’ve probably noticed. Everything’s generally priced similarly in terms of colors. If you see anything you like, let me know. We need to get you some clothes that you can see yourself wearing.”

[finalsorrow]

5. Leon applying pressure to Julius' wound BC HE HAS TO TAKE CARE OF HIS KIDS

Bloodlust Scenarios 5 - Leon applying pressure to Julius’ bleeding wound

Julius didn’t need help with a wound like this. It was something he could deal with-- and has dealt with-- alone. 

Leon wasn’t about to take that, though.

Though Leon had never known Julius before now, and Julius had only heard tales of his ancestor when growing up, Leon fret over him like a mother hen. 

   “Leon, I can do this, go--aaAUGh!” 

He tried pulling his arm away, face drawn into a deep, almost offended frown when his head snapped to look at the smaller man, “You don’t have to press so hard! Cut it out!”

[putrefactie]

AWAY FROM THE NIGHT AND ITS MONSTERS, he runs. Leaving behind the darkness and its secrets, magic and massacres, he flees like a coward ( a traitor ). But Darkness' claws are plunged deep into his flesh : all around him are eyes watching as he desesperatly tries to escape. Surrounded, hunted, he sees dangers where there are none - it feels like he's going mad, nightmares following him wherever he goes. A SHORT BREATH AND SCRAPPED KNEES, he's a vagabond looking for solace, away from the eyes of Dracula ( deaht didn't exiled him from the forgemaster's mind, as if he still resided deep in his psyche ). Deep in the woods, where no men dare to go, he hides. Like a parasyte, he tries to dig the ground, looking for a burrow and a grave where he can forever lay. His hands grip on the vines, tearing nature apart. And though he did looked for a shelter, any kind really, it is to his grand disbelief that he finds the perfect place to rest : the alabaster of a long forgotten crypt is bared of its disguise ( into the shadows he once more goes, the cold stones welcoming him like an old friend ). AT FIRST, DARKNESS BLINDS HIM. Nonetheless, he can feel the astounding height with which this place was designed, going down an everlasting flight of stairs - falling, even. With a crash, he finaly reaches what must be the main room : surprise strangles him again, finding nothing of what he had imagined.

STRANGE RELICS ARE KEPT FROM CURIOUS EYES, dust veiling some ancient secrets. He looks around, as if his eyes were deceiving him : another maze welcomes him, too similar to the one he just left. BUT BEFORE HE CAN EVEN REALISE WHERE FATE HAS GUIDED HIM, a noise makes him jump. Bearer of bad news, the prophetic song that annonces the presence of a living soul, this sound turns a deserter into an animal ( the most basic instincts become a weapon against the outside world ). STEALING A SWORD FROM AN HOLLOW ARMOR,, he creeps in a corner, holding the iron of his blade steal, ready to pierce whoever will come from the shadows. —— Who's there ?! Show yourself ! “ Blue eyes try to see through this terible night, only guessing the outline of a silhouette.

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[upaskuma]

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Kairi may or may not be eying a certain possession of Leon’s. His fluffy head tilts to the side as he observes the cold metal of the Vampire Killer and smells the potent spiritual magic that leeches off of it. Being a magical creature himself—though not one aligned with the night—Kairi can immediately tell what kind of devastating effect it would have on those who have sworn to do the night’s bidding.

He had seen weapons like this before. Did not the swords of Masamune also seek to vanquish only those who sought to do harm? The yōkai had never encountered the man because he’d been born after he’d passed, but he had encountered some of his swords enough times that he could recognize a blessed weapon.

As it is… Kairi slowly begins to move forward towards the whip. He wants to take a closer look at it if he can. He makes a small vocalization and looks up at Leon, flickering his gaze back to the whip briefly. It seems like he’s asking for permission...

[viindecatoare-blog]

—— I had the strangest dream. “HER WORDS DIE, CARRIED BY THE WIND. Colors painting the flower field as dark clouds bring their audious gale, drawing waves of green, dancing across the horizon. they stand out of the wilderness, thou the tall grass seems to devour their silhouette, making them part of nature itself, right where the are sitted ( those are no throne, just a place where they are allowed to rest for awhile, a garden that will not last - Not under this rain ). Eager spectator of the sky's whim, she cannot look at him - perhaps out of fear, or modesty ( no one reveals the secret of their dreams so easily ), or the simple thought that the fear she felt that night might be contagious - seeing it burn in the pitt of his eyes, such a brave man, it would make this world lose all logic and sense ( and the crowds tremble to the idea of a hero flenching ).

THE FLOWERS IN HER HANDS ARE STILL PATIENTLY WEAVED, crowns that can never surpass those of gold waiting to adorn his and Mathias' heads ( thornless, but still fitting for martyrs ) —— He was alone, walking upon a pile of snakes - but they did not bit him. He was simply walking over them, I don't know where to... And you were lost in the woods, wearing an old armor with not even a coat of arms painted over it, until the sea washed to your feet, and all that was around you were trees, water, and the Night. “ SILENCE FALLS UPON THEIR CONVERSATION, and she makes it seems as if it was bearable for her, as if the approaching storm could distract her from those cryptic fears that such visions had impleted within her mind. —— It does not make much sense, I know, even for me. “ SHE FORCES LAUGHTER TO DEPART FROM HER LIPS, ringing so wrong within her chest, her eyes still escaping from his ( as much as she wished to have shared a glance of sympathy between the two of them, she did not know if she would find what she hoped for in those sea blue puppils ). —— Maybe dreams are just dreams, maybe we shouldn't wonder too much about those things. “ FREED FROM HER STRANGE TRANCE, she finally feels her fingers again, working on nothing but the wind, her craft accomplished, hues of violet swallowed up by vines and bouquets of blue flowers. —— Here, it's done. “ she places this gift in the palm of his hands, hoping for it to be a blessing or some kind of pagan charm - anything that could protect him from silly dreams.

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