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MOVED TO ECCLESIASTRY

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SO THIS BLOG IS OFFICIALLY GOING TO BE ARCHIVED. Wolf mama is not dead, however, she has been moved HERE. She deserves her own blog and now to just be a side blog so yeah enjoy.

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@koven-moonshadow - The post you reblogged is rather old but I felt the need to clarify how Gascoigne and Amelia are indeed disabled. At the point in which we find them in the game, both have their eyes hidden. Gascoigne has bandages wrapped over his eyes and it looks to appear that there is blood ( dried ) beneath. Indicating that he is blind and is using hearing to seek you out. This is similar for Amelia's deterioration from the blood as she also has a veil on her eyes when she turns into a beast ( gascoigne's bandages seem to remain hence why many gather that she too has it before ). There is also a bit hinting that the woman in the Nightmare we meet is Amelia ( she has the same voice actress, she is doing the exact same prayer that Amelia does before her boss fight, she kneels like her in a very similar place aka in front of Laurence's skull. Guarding it ). And her eyes in this version do not have pupils; hinting that she is blind.

Blindness is indeed a form of being disabled/handicap. I've never been able to gather how people forget that factor. Though I can see where one would argue that they perhaps aren't blind; I do think they both are. As do many in the fandom/comm. The lore hints that the blood takes a lot from those who partake in it, we see from the trailer that the townsfolks' eyes are beginning to worsen. Which damage to your eyes is easy to lead to blindness if left unchecked. Basically - in short - they are both viewed as disabled as well because they are blind.

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update i am in the process of revamping a lot of her blog. this means all current threads are dropped unless you wish to keep it then simply message me with the link to it, old relationships are dropped, and i am revising a lot of her head canons and history. if you want to keep anything with her you need to let me know now.

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~ blows kiss into sunset ~ for Djura.

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Sleepwalking in the Rift

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viicar:

It was a dead end situation, with no viable solution in sight. When neither telling the mercifultruth or the brutal lie will solve anything, and instead both lead to the same conclusion. There were times when he felt like a trapped animal, with the choices left being gnawing its own leg off, and letting infection devour his body when the hunter could not, or being left to the mercy of the woodsman, who finally caught the fox that snuffed out the life of his hens. Perhaps he was blind, unable to see the light at the end, the truth that shines and will lead them all to salvation, but it mattered little, for in his stubborn mind, all that was left is to hope.

He raised his head at the sound of her voice, expression still painfully sour at his idle thoughts, lips twisted in a pout as his head still swam deep in thought. Paranoia gripping his fingers with its ice cold touch, snaking it’s way like bugs up his bones with tiny, jittery prickling steps that lit his nerves aflame.

━ ‘Find me?’ he didn’t look at her, eyes still trailing up the altar, down the golden ornamental decor to the wood, stained and raised due to accumulation of moisture. Hands that were raised in sermon lowered, gently cradled in his lap, as he could feel his heart hammering in his chest, as the dread of persecution loomed closer.

      "That is what I said."

  Brows knitted together in pronounced confusion. Had thoughts begun to gather once more in the Vicar's mind? So prominent a guided hand would not lead it back. Palms flattened themselves together and fingers wove tightly. These hands would not be what drew him from such shadows. They knew not how. Laurence was a man beyond her savior it so seemed; a man her simplistic, nurturing words could not reach. Deaf ears took the tokens for but the lies they were. It was a blessing - in a minuscule sense - that none had pointed such a failure out to her. Was it not her duty within the church to make all feel well? A welcoming hospitality with an assurance of salvation. None were left to dwell within the remnants of their past grievances.

  Perhaps some were truly beyond a guided hand. Appellation could do but so much for a member of any given establishment, she surmised. An utterance that would never be brought from supple lips. "I am certain whatever was desired is of little importance." Amelia began with a soft breath; eyes closing. "If they could not find the time to seek you out themselves, after all, of what great urgency could it be? I am certain there is time for you to finish your prayer."

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Hushed prayers, hands clasped together in silent invocation before an altar, pagan worship of creatures otherworldly to whom nightmares seem like a more fitting home. A quilt woven of bloody rituals that became the legacy of the Church, idolatrous fancies of people earning for a light in the bleak darkness of disease and filth that plagued the streets, even the fallacious lure of an angler fish being a welcoming sight. The Vicar was far from blind, eyes could plainly see how far their reverence was from holy, drenched in failure and ignorance, but stubbornness forced the fox to keep guiding sheep, praying to stumble upon a flowering lea ‘Keep hoping!’. 

Until they reach that utopia, he prays and works, and on his knees before the subdued incandescence of flames that burned on the altar, he avoided judgment.

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  Mute she stood, watching idly as the Vicar prayed before an altar. What weight lay upon his shoulders? Did he think of the grievances of the townsfolk? Recall every last name listed upon the endless roster for those who had fallen ill beneath the healing properties. A word no longer meaning what it had once meant. Healing. Her lips parted ever so slightly as inaudible words fluttered forth. Greeting, perhaps. Or the question that held her tongue. How much regret could the man truly bear before it began to show fully? Even from a young age, such inquiries intrigued her. Amelia had often wondered as she watched her mother attempt to fib, a white lie to her father here and there on such trivial things. The way her face would contort, her hand motions and lips puckering in a manner her father often deemed cute. She wondered which of these actions Laurence possessed when he lied to the public. To those under his service.

  Amelia brushed the thought to the back of her mind. It seemed wrong to place such wonder and doubt toward a man who already had so much to concern himself with. He need not contemplate on what trivialities plagued the sisters of the church. Of those within the Choir. Smiling her bright, amicable smile, Amelia took the skirt in her hands as she kneeled down beside Laurence at the altar. She flashed the welcoming look to him before turning forward, closing honeyed eyes as lips moved in silent prayer. The words memorized within her skull; one of the freshest memories she would let consume her.

      "I was sent to find you." She spoke in between the inaudible prayer, simper on her lips.

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  Demons abound the streets of Yharnam with teeth barred, words strangling their furred throats. Attempts to proclaim the Church as to what it was - is? - seemed halted as beastial forms erased humanity from mutated veins. The Vicar stood within the gated walls of the Church grounds, eyes abrim with veracity. Sealed away to discover a cure; the walls held strong so that work might go about unhindered by the angered townsfolk. The truth, however, seemed far more appealing as the night crept ever closer.

  Entry had been limited so that the discovery of that beyond the skies could continue underway. A cure was not their priority. The Vicar had stated as much herself in a moment of silence to those who remained loyal to the Healing Church. With the end drawing ever closer, her mind had seemed to fracture. A choice had to be made, after all. Should their priority be to save and salvage what they could of Yharnam? To procure the antidote they so desperately clawed for? Or - perhaps - continue to make contact. Beyond the skies, beyond the greatest human imagination, lay something indescribable. Something that Amelia herself longed to be a part of. Her deathbed would remain at bay until she had seen with her own diluted vision the form of a Great One. Laurence had accomplished as much...how could she not attempt to strive for the same? She'd followed so willingly in his bloodied, misguided footsteps thus far. Migh as well bury herself within the same coffin too.

  Vicar? The voice came distant. From another time and space that her mind but slowly drifted toward. Head turned away from the window she'd been staring dreamily at, a soft hum her response to the young boy's voice. He'd joined around the time of her ascension to Vicar and she had placed him within the Choir as his intelligence seemed fitting for the role. What was his name again? Lips parted, hands clasped diligently before her stomach. "Pray tell, what was your name again?" Osias. Amelia turned blinding eyes to the boy with a warm look painting her pallid features. "Yes, Osias, what may I do for you?" A man here to see you. An inquisitive look took its hold, head tilting like that of a cat listening for its prey to move. "Well...Send them my way."

  Before he departed, Osias muttered something else. But her mind remained ever clouded. What had it had been she was thinking of before this? Gods she suddenly felt bereft of energy. Was her...yes, her hand was shaking. Trembling. It was in spasm once more. Peculiar, she had not felt like she was too worn today yet here she was, stretching to once more collapse in the chair across the room. Her body melting to become one with the furnishing, eyes fluttering shut. Nose. Your nose. He said something about your nose.

      "I knew it was you. They need not even say your name. I felt you close." Amelia's tone was peaceful, tranquil. One trembling hand rose itself with the edge of her garment's scarf to press it close to her nose, wiping what blood had trickled down from her features. "I've grown hard of sight, Alucard." She began, the hand holding her scarf dropping to extend shakily toward where her friend had entered. "But if you come closer, I can make out most of you. Bring me good tidings, my Alucard."

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Renfield the iPod just played this, so I felt I should share it with you.

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Vicars after using Old Blood

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Keep Your Eyes On Me by Ilse Moore

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What was suppose to be a doodle, turned into a mini project. I like how it turned out. Done with pen.

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Willow - Jasmine Thompson, Under the Willow Tree

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"Can I kiss you?" - YER AMELIA BOo

   how long it had it been since the last amelia could see ? the strength in her small form was waning , the roars of the beast growing louder and louder until they were growing to the crux of drowning her conscious thought away from humanity and closer to that of the beast . the courtyard of the cathedral ward seemed the last place in which they might hope for quiet respite in the night of the beast , whereat the moon was at a burning , nauseating epoch since the barrier rom withheld faltered and failed at the behest of the good hunter . it was by her waist that alucard supported her as they alighted from oedon chapel for the briefest respite from the choking and noxious scent of incense . of all the powers he possessed , of the influence that was chaining him to yharnam as desperately as her , the nosferatu wondered how long they had . emptily and forlorn did their footfalls resonate , clicking on brick saturated from blood that seemed to coat it in a coagulating veneer that never ceased to be replenished . by her waist did the male guide her , until they came to a bench where the pair lowered themselves with deep sighs .

  in the moments long did she finally stir , voice soft and exhausted as she spoke such words . alucard turned his juniper gaze down at the petite woman , already her eyes demanding the bandage that many of yharnam’s blind adorned themselves with . but he saw the smile tremulous her her features , the moisture that managed to slip its way from beneath the meager wrapping of cotton and lace . ‘ yes … i will , ‘ he murmured solemnly . gently taking her face in his hands , her mouth relaxed receptively and the downward flutter of her lashes was present even in the blinding . gently did his lips touch hers , warm and chaste that carried no intent beyond the demure , the sincerity of wishing for he to know that he truly , truly cared for her . 

  when he withdrew , silently did he draw her in an embrace against his side , the vicar curling her legs close and burying her face into the warm pulse of his neck . 

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