MYSTIC WARLORD OF VALACHIA !

take him with you ?

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Carry a BIG Stick!

Blogroll: @hypenotist (Cyberpunk OC), @kickflipped (Panfandom OC)

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Y'know, the funny thing about the possibility of Syfs being fridged in Belmont's Curse just means I'll go through with my idea that they got turned into a vamp by Carmilla's goons, so it works out either way--

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If you laugh, you go to hell--

[monenblogi]

“You’re going to want to specify your definition because loosely speaking the nevrons all qualify.” Hell even he qualified—but that wasn’t really something worth thinking about. Getting them out was one thing, having yet another short-lived crisis of existence was another. 

Only one of those things could be afforded. 

“You’ll be safer to assume they might. If it moves? Generally a free target to try and eat.” He thumbed a finger up to emphasize with the sounds of the massive serpenphare flying across the sky. At least it hadn’t smelled him again... 

Which was great, because Verso didn’t fancy having to work his way out once again anytime soon. 

“While I don’t doubt you have skills, you’ll be better off sidelining—for a bit. One thing out here that most expeditions don’t like listening to is analyzing the things on the Continent: learning how each nevron moves will save you in the longrun.” He shrugged and waved a hand. “I dispatched most of the larger ones anyways, so you wouldn’t have a moment to show off.”  

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"How cruel. You won't let me show off, even a little?" Sypha lilted teasingly, a small smile playing at the edges of their lips. Still, the point was taken; these Navrons were likely different from the night creatures of their world they had a wealth of experience in dispatching, yet they knew better than to underestimate any foe, no matter how disarming it might be.

More than that, this was a painted world. As much as Sypha's magic could function without disruption, and seemed to be unadulterated, that didn't mean it couldn't be compromised. So, following Verso's example would simply be the sanest path to follow.

"Have you faced anything particularly deadly? Say--capable of toppling a massive area, even an army?" the wizard ventured, brows drawn together with concern. That wasn't to say they couldn't battle such a monstrosity, as they and their comrades had faced the embodiment of death itself.

Of course, only the foolish were truly so arrogant. Sypha had no death wish, and no intention of pushing their luck.

At the sight of the Serenphare, Sypha froze in their tracks. Instinct told them to remain stock-still lest they attract its attention, its twisty and sinuous body moving like a serpent through water. They almost launched themselves to engage in combat, but when nothing happened, their shoulders sagged.

"...Alright, point most certainly taken."

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Hey all, sorry to bring drama to your dashes in the morning, but quick thing: please don't follow/interact with me if you believe that what etherealdreams/"trashheir" did was justified. To those of you who probably don't know, I logged into this account very confused when I saw his URL had changed in my notifs and some things he'd reblogged/I'd been @'d in were gone. Long story short, I checked his blog, and not only was I softblocked, but every post but one had been deleted off his blog. Now, what was disgusting about this post is that it was apparently a callout targeting another roleplayer for, and I shit you not, tags in their pinned post. What "trashheir" was accusing their victim of was how bad it apparently is to be invested in social justice, and not forget it exists just because RP is supposed to be escapist. I really can't stress enough how utterly disgusting and reprehensible this is. First of all, I don't think you need me to say that America, let alone many parts of the world, are sliding backwards in Fascism at an alarming rate. People stonewalling bigotry in places like their rules, tagged posts, etc should not be vilified. Reblogging social justice posts shouldn't be villainized when they can actually be invaluable resources in a time when bots like to piggyback off of real-world tragedies to scam people. If someone putting "fuck ICE" in their pinned post is enough of a trigger, for the love of God, that tells me everything I need to know. Don't follow me. I have no interest in the coke rants of privileged assholes who get triggered by such a baseline level of humanity in a fucked up world. Seriously, I don't want people like that around.

[boudicca]

if you want to actually help people affected by the attacks in belfast but aren't from the area, these are some organizations that support refugees and immigrants in belfast & northern ireland who will be needing increased resources in the coming weeks

BOMOKO NI (Northern Ireland Refugees and Asylum Seekers Women Association)

City of Sanctuary Belfast [donate here]

Embrace NI

Migrant Centre NI

Starling Collective

Anaka Women's Collective are running a Chuffed fundraiser:

Support people and groups impacted by racist attacks

We are raising funds to support people who have been attacked, displaced and traumatised in racist attacks in Belfast.

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Hear me out: ASOIAF au stuff and things--

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“Take a break. It'll do you some good.”

Keeping vigil was something that came naturally to Sypha: when those in this traveling band wound down to retire for the evening, they had volunteered for first watch. Tiredness simply wasn't an option. Perched in the boughs of a tree some chose to camp beneath, as the soft sounds of slumbering could be heard from below, Sypha's attentions were focused elsewhere. Every snap of a twig in the woodlands that fringed the high road, the rustle of leaves or high grasses--everything caught their eye, scrutinizing it for a beat too long as a gaze somewhat lidded by tiredness threatened to fall.

It was only when a woman Sypha remembered as a doctor stepped into view that the wizard's guard fell a little, critically studying them and noting every little tell of exhaustion that not even Sypha would've noticed.

"Perhaps... But, I have at least an hour left, Doamna," Sypha protested softly, not wanting to awaken the rest of the troupe. "I promise I will, if that helps any."

[vampiredev]

I'm super excited for Belmont's Curse, so I made some small pixel art Rose and Trevor, imagining how would they look in NES/FC Castlevania style

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I didn't make a pride post before, but considering how long I've had Sypha as a muse, nothing makes me happier than the fact that they're my fav little NB bab. As far as I'm concerned, they're canonly genderfluid and I think that rocks, actually--

[lipfilllers]

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@promiseofspring -- ;

"I swear, it feels like entering a haunted house whenever I pass through the Spring Court and beyond the Wall."

It was an uncommonly beautiful day in Velaris, the Sidra River glistening like cut diamonds as the mellow sunlight reflected warmly, bracketed by blossoms of all varieties from within Elain's garden. Shaded beneath the boughs of an apple tree, the enchanted realms hardly followed mortal rules, plucking ripening apples into wicker baskets that would soon fill the cellar of the River House that the Acheron Sister and her family resided. Reaching to carefully locate another, Sypha deposited it among the dozens of others weighing the basket down.

"Avoiding the High Lord isn't too difficult, at least..." Sypha remarked wistfully, refusing to speak his name as if it would be an invocation that would summon a wrathful beast to the Night Court.

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@etherealdreamt -- ;

"I swear, whenever we come here, it feels like breathing in poison."

Sypha's willingness to remain in Wallachia hung by a thread those days. Perhaps if they forced themself to visit the very place where it happened, it would magically resolve the turmoil in their heart that had been planted since childhood. Witnessing their coven be burned alive, the stench of scorched flesh and the air congested with smoke... It's all Sypha saw despite the warm, sunny day the pair woke up to that morning.

"...Is it the same for you? Can you venture to the place your mother died, Adrian?"

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@symphonight -- ;

"Spots are always so hard to find this time of year, aren't they?"

Sanno Matsuri was a festival Sypha had come to enjoy in the years since immigrating to Tokyo to join their oldest friend and remaining family, the balmy air and hot sun beating down on them both as they navigated their way through closed streets congested with people. Clad in a baggy t-shirt and cargo shorts, their favorite letterman jacket had to be left home due to the scorching weather.

"Do you want to try some of the carnival games?" they asked over their shoulder at Genya, smiling at the dhampir.

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@gracelis -- ;

"It's a little unpolished, but once it bathes in the moon's energies long enough, you'll really notice its magic."

Holding up a smooth, oval-shaped moonstone before their clear vantage of its namesake, the bright moonbeams seemed to encircle the unassuming gemstone like a halo. In the verdant glade that was but part of Elodie's vast domain, the pair of them perched atop a flat boulder nestled near wandering brook that babbled its way through, moonlight scintillating through its crystal-clear waters. Fireflies and crystalline fractals floated prettily through the air, the leafy canopy dyed a soft white as it was saturated in the moon's ethereal glow. It was a gentle spring night, perhaps the mildest Sypha had encountered since arriving in the Wild Wood.

"Once it absorbs enough power, you can decide how you want to enchant it, Doamna."

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@astramoirai -- ;

"I know, I must sound like some... pearl-clutching Andrastian about this place. But... being in the Fade is very novel," Sypha chattered nervously while gazing at the strange and alien dreamscape of the Veilguard's headquarters, bracing on the ramparts like a cat erratically clinging to any surface to avoid being bathed. They knew how ridiculous they must look, but they doubted they'd ever truly get used to this.

"I feel as though, if I let go, I'll spiral off into the abyss. Surely you must get irrational pangs like that, no?"

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@brxnhildewar -- ;

"Behind you!" Sypha called out as the winged night beast swooped with its hind claws extended, second away from goring the strange woman.

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@lasraichean -- ;

After living in Japan with the remnants of their family and one of their oldest friends, the idea of returning to Eastern Europe had caused bile to rise in their throat. After the end of Dracula's tyranny, they couldn't stand to be here any longer. Revenge had burned so brightly, only to be harshly extinguished when Sypha had been turned into a vampire and forced into a slumber for centuries. The moment they'd awoken and realized what had occurred, that was it. They had left this region of Europe for good, wanting nothing more to do with this mausoleum.

And yet, when reports had surfaced of the ruins of their old monastery appearing outside of this Pinegrave, Sypha knew they had to return. It was where they'd trained with their monastic brothers, where they'd been raised after their family had all but been burned at the stake as witches. Feeble rays of sunlight cut through the dense canopy of firs and pines, blearily illuminated well-worn trail that meandered through the dense woodland. Twigs snapped underfoot and pebbles skittered as they strode along, hands stuffed in the pockets of the letterman jacket Sypha wore.

A little obliviously, perhaps, but urgent with the need to find their destination.