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[mccngzr]

🤔 i’ve been thinking of turning this blog in a soulsborne multimuse. i think it’s time i follow that thought.

#'is it because you want to roleplay okami cas' wELL MAYBE #☾ ✶ * . — OUT OF A DREAM. waking up is just a matter of points of view.

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REBLOG THIS IF IT IS OKAY FOR PEOPLE TO SEND YOU MEMES AT ANY POINT, EVEN HOURS / DAYS AFTER IT WAS ORIGINALLY REBLOGGED SINCE WE ARE ALL NOT ONLINE AT THE SAME TIME

#☾ ✶ * . — PSA. be careful out there.

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confess your secrets and i'll tell you what you need to hear.

THE SUN WILL NOT SET ON YOU.

whatever you are looking for, it can be found. it is waiting for you. this fear has no place in your home. no matter what shape your grief comes in, there will always be a place for you in this world.

#tumblr didn't notify me of the mention AAA #CLENCHES CHEST AND CRIES ON THE FLOOR. THIS HURTS IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE. yuy #☾ ✶ * . — STUDY. look at yourself in the mirror and tell me what you see.

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vilestblood​.

“A heart attack might be a mercifully rapid death,” he replies, nothing more than a trivial conversation with the slightest hint of teasing intent. “If you are so easy to take by surprise.”

One look at this man’s arm and yes… it’s bad. “Fair enough, though. I should have been more specific — you are making plenty of bad decisions here. ” And then…

“Oh, but I could help with your arm.” What a generous offer, issued while already removing a gauntlet and using its sharper edge to inflict a cut on the pad of his index finger. A minuscule droplet; a point of colour on his otherwise alabaster skin, appears in an oddly controlled manner like it was but the prick of a pin.

“Have you ever tried vile blood? Not even the Blood of Saints would not compare, such that this minimum amount should suffice if applied topically on your wounds.” Is there a catch? THERE IS ALWAYS A CATCH. “Better than useless bandages… or consuming a whole vial.”

ah, he’s teasing now. great.   jacques rolls his eyes, already turning to leave without a comment  ——  because the one most probable to come out of his lips would be “ fuck you ”, to be fair. he already has his constant share of hate from the entire city on his shoulders and guilt in his heart everytime he thinks he has no idea where his son is,     because his son is not dead, he doesn’t care what people around him say, he’s not dead, he can’t be dead     he doesn’t need to also have someone to remind him of all the bad decisions he’s been taking since his awakening.

yet, in spite of himself, he finds himself to stop mid-turn. it doesn’t take him long to understand what exactly the crow meant with his words  ——  as soon as his hand started to remove the gauntlet, jacques already knew what he was offering him. and as that single, crimson,   inviting   drop of blood shows itself, the hunter finds difficult to hold himself back. his mouth suddenly dry, swallowing saliva with difficulty, for a long moment he just... stares at it, the crow explaining just how much potential that single droplet has, slyly forming that horrible thought in his mind:   a single drop couldn’t be so bad. you wouldn’t fall again for so little.   he shivers, his wounded arm throbbing in pain, almost as underlying the need he feels for that little red drop.

it takes him the strongest will to simply close his eyes, taking a deep breath, and turning completely, giving him his back. it could be even more dangerous than looking at him and his offer, but he needs to look away. focus on anything else. he bends to gather back the spear, ignoring the pain, the desire, everything, everything.

« thank you, you’re so kind. ».   sarcasm is strong in his voice, though he can’t hide the sudden tremble in it. he knows there must be something else, and he doesn’t want to know it. h-he doesn’t. i don’t. i-i don’t want it.   « too kind, actually. i’ll have to r-refuse. »

#jacques covering his ears desperately: i don't hear you i don't heeear you you're not offering me anything noooope #oh if he eventually gives up it will be a hhhORRIBLE experience for sure SJFGK. all his addiction coming right back at him like a slap #there's a catch but is he *sure* he cares about it? MMMHHH... #vilestblood #☾ ✶ * . — THREADS. subtle lines intertwine our destinies.

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schattenmagier​.

Of course she wouldn’t bow her head in front of him. This woman doesn’t bows her head in front of anyone. Her pride wouldn’t let her anyway. Besides, even if she… didn’t hated the man, he doesn’t really have the… authoritarian charisma for her to even consider it. As Jacques spoke, the thief crosses her arms. He just… wanted to ask her if she wanted something to eat… Oh. That’s all. She had actually expected that he would offer her blood again. Like the vicar did so many times. But no. He takes some bread from his bag. But- even if she would have known he had wanted to ask that, Lilli would have never accepted! She isn’t even hungry-

And there the woman’s stomach growled rather loudly, making sure that he could tell that she was indeed hungry. Yet she just stared at him… before looking away with her face slightly flushing. 

“ … I am not hungry anyway… “

The thief lied, and hoped that he didn’t noticed that she was indeed hungry. Of course she knew the food he would give her wouldn’t be poisoned. It was just her pride that prevented her from taking anything from the hunter. Or at least the way he tried to approach her.

oh, hard not to hear her stomach growling!   jacques doesn’t comment immediately, but an amused smile is fast to appear on the lips. he can’t help it... she’s just like a kid, trying to show the grown up that she’s independent and doesn’t need a hand, and getting herself deeper into troubles as a consequence. stubborn until the end, refusing to say the magic words: “ i need your help. ”.   for a moment, his smile becomes bittersweet. just like kaleo...

he pushes the thought aside, focusing on her instead. sideglancing as he continues to eat, he sees her embarrassed face turning away, and hearing her comment almost makes him laugh  ——  if he doesn’t, it’s just because he has years of training in holding back with his son. his smile is still there, though, refusing to go away as he raises his eyebrows in the most “ that wasn’t convincing at all, young lady ” expression.

« that’s a lie, and you know. ».   he’s not asking, this time it’s an affirmation. he shakes gently his head, and takes out of the bag another piece of bread, leaving it between him and her. so she won’t have to take it from his hands, and feel the need to say thanks.   « come on, eat. i don’t want to hear complains if you faint and wake up with me carrying you. »

and to say he could have just turned his back to her and left her when she was acting like that. and instead... well, young lady, if you don’t want him to care about you, then he’ll aggressively care about you. and just to reinforce, he continues to eat his own bread, more and more happy to fill his stomach a bit. he’ll convince her, one way or another.

#ISIII you can ALWAYS reply to anything! no bother at all! 👀🤙 #schattenmagier #☾ ✶ * . — THREADS. subtle lines intertwine our destinies.

[mccngzr]

BEHOLD. I’M REPLYING HERE TODAY.

#jacques' muse woke up. QUICK TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE INSPIRATION. #☾ ✶ * . — OUT OF A DREAM. waking up is just a matter of points of view.

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#☾ ✶ * . — MUSINGS. words can keep you going.

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characters getting injured: 👌👌👌👌

characters getting injured and then hIDING IT SO NO ONE WORRIES ABOUT THEM: 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👀👀👀👀👀👀😫😫

#☾ ✶ * . — STUDY. look at yourself in the mirror and tell me what you see.

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derjaegermond​.

At last, the invader stirred. The Rogue watched him in silence; as if observing a specimen in thoughtful consideration, ever meticulous even by gaze alone. There she stood out of range of his sight– still as a shadow. As unmoving as the ornate statues that littered the vast expanse of the city. Rare was it that a fellow hunter was sound in those harrowing days, rarer still were those not greedy and blood addled… or those awful seekers from the healing church. The hunter can still speak thankfully. There he laid as he called out into the darkness, wholly cohesive– a testament that his will may yet be fully in tact and that he was well beyond thirst and animal wrath. Of course he would fear, of course he would call out if he was sound. He was simply an unfortunate case– an unwitting trespasser that she acted against accordingly. Even if he meant no harm, it was still well worth considering his nature and his intent. Even when blood ran thick and potent, this was still a place of mercy; one not bereft entirely of the intended function and soul. A lingering salvation for those who sought it– if anything she would extend something to him. Rather than leave him lay for any longer, she shifted from position and began to move– her steps echoed around him. Drawing nearer, louder with every one that carried her closer to his bed, closing the gap between them. “You made a mistake I believe… Forgive the crude restraints, I know not of who you are nor how you found your way here, and I acted against you as such– it was as simple as that.” Her voice fluttered on a dulcet note, a gentle sound regardless of the dissonance of his harrowing situation. Her steps gradually ceased just behind where his head lays– still out of sight as her shadow feel across him. Within the narrow scope of his peripheral she lingered now, a shade of a doctor unseen. Without another word, the curve of her ungloved hand settled firm upon his forehead, and settled. She is as gentle as she always is, as she always has been. “I’ve been monitoring you since, tending you… Quite the fever you’ve got. Quite a situation you’re in now, save your strength.”

he flinches at the sound of steps, his breath held anxiously as he looks around, trying to find their source just to see nothing. as the voice arrives, though, he manages to exhale a timid gasp  ——  despite far from feeling safe, restrained as he is in an unknown place, hearing a human voice talking normally is enough to make him feel less in danger, at least. someone human... perhaps, she can be reasoned with, if someone sick as him can be considered somehow able to reason.

lucid eyes look up as he hears her steps come to a halt behind him, trying to get a glance of her without managing to. knowing he’s not alone helps, despite being unsure of her intentions ( she tells the restrains are a precaution, which he can understand, but nothing assures him that is the truth )  ——  waking up restrained and utterly alone, that had happened, and was horribly terrifying. yet, her not showing herself makes him nervous, his instinct pushing him to pull weakly against the restrains, a sorry excuse of an attempt of breaking free from them. and that fear, hidden under the sickness and the weariness, suddenly comes out for a short moment as he feels her hand touching his forehead  ——  he gasps, his whole body tensing for a moment and his hands attempting to move up, as to stop her, only to be violently stopped by the restrains. once again he holds his breath, just for that short moment, until he realizes what her gesture means; and there his body relaxes once again, exhausted, his eyes half closed. on his hot skin, her hand feels comfortingly cold.

she speaks again, and he takes a moment, trying to moisten his dry mouth with that little saliva he has, before trying to reply. his voice is weak and dry, coming out with difficulty from the lips.

« these... these restrains are... a-are not necessary, really... » he whispers. « i... i know it means n-nothing, it’s just... just words, but... even if i wanted to-to attack you, i d... i don’t think i would be able to. my... my leg is... »

he doesn’t conclude the sentence  ——  his exhausted mind forgetting he was saying something while speaking, but even if he continued he doubts it would change something about the restrains ( but trying never hurt, he heard. even if it’s a lie ). he blames the leg, almost as not fully realizing how high is fever is. he blinks, trying to continue a talk he isn’t strong enough to even remember, focusing on the only words that stood out for him.

« ... i... a-apologise, where... ». a pause, once again trying to get his mouth less dry. « where... is here...? i found  my way w-where...? »

#derjaegermond #☾ ✶ * . — THREADS. subtle lines intertwine our destinies.

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also, to add to the open starter! the fact that jacques thinks he is in a clinic doesn’t necessarily means he actually is in a clinic.

#☾ ✶ * . — OUT OF A DREAM. waking up is just a matter of points of view.

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HE’S LYING DOWN AGAIN. he remembers lying on the ground just a moment ago  ——  was it a moment? hours? days...? did he faint? did he... die? jacques opens his eyes, and the light of the candles, so gentle and faint, is like SUNS burning his sight. he attempts to rise a hand, to wipe away the tears that formed painfully at the corner of the eyes, and only then he realizes he can’t. his arms, his legs  ——  they’re restrained, he understands it without even looking. he’s sadly USED to the sensation of the leather binding him to the hospital bed.

why is he here? WHERE is he, exactly? hospital beds are everywhere in yharnam, even where they should never be  ——  is he back at the CLINIC? h-how did he get there...? jacques’ breath gets faster, desperately trying to recollect, but he just... can’t. all he remembers with enough clarity is feeling warm, having chills, feeling sick... AGAIN. the fever rose for the umpteenth time. is he there for this? or did someone take advantage of his situation?

       why is he restrained, why is he restrained...?!

« h... he-hey...? » he calls, and his voice is so weak, and his throat so dry, so dry... « an... anyone...? »

#open. #i've had this in mind for ALL DAY so now. at the (now) 3am (because of timechange) HAVE IT #feel free to reply and do your best or worse with this. <3 go WILD i'm in for everything~ #☾ ✶ * . — THREADS. subtle lines intertwine our destinies.

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rp partner: so idk how u feel about really dark threads and violence and gore and stuff but–

me, putting my finger against their lips: i’m in

#i reblogged this on my multimuse but i will reblog it here too because YES #and also because it's almost 2am but i want to try to write a thing. and this post is basically a preview of what i have in mind. :'3 #☾ ✶ * . — REBLOG. the illusion of living.

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𝟓𝟎 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬. / @yellowfingcr​ ❛  you came back !  ❜

« y-yes, i, ah... i always try to, haha...! ». it’s a hollow, yet SINCERE short laugh. he approaches heysel, aiming for the first sitting surface he can find, the weapon used as a crutch to help his legs sustaining his light weight. his limp is much stronger, his whole body emanating exhaustion. YET, HE SMILES. it’s complex for him, but he does it anyway.

it doesn’t help him with the pain, not at all. but, better than facing it with a long face.

« you don’t mind if... if i have a sit for a bit? » he asks. he could just sit and that’s it, but he can’t help himself, he needs to ask  ——  GOOD MANNERS, he guesses. they’re pretty useless in yharnam, but they come natural to him anytime he’s talking with someone that at the very least seem educated. and heysel never tried to kill him YET, so she gets extra points. « i can really use some rest... »

#thank you for sending the prompt! ♪(´▽｀) #and sorry it took so long to answer AAHH i saw the message when it came and then i just. FORGOT ABOUT IT. SORRY SFJGK #yellowfingcr #☾ ✶ * . — THREADS. subtle lines intertwine our destinies. #☾ ✶ * . — v; BROKEN HUNTER. the nightmare must be brought to an end. #i left it vague and short to let you decide anything you wish if you like to continue! \(*u*)/

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anon / ( sorry it took so long to answer! tumblr didn’t even notify me about your message! :C ) Jacques is such a dad. I love him ❤

he really needed appreciation and HE LOVES YOU TOO,, ❤

#☾ ✶ * . — SKETCHBOOK. black visions on white paper. #☾ ✶ * . — ANSWERS. in an utopia every question should be satisfied. #☾ ✶ * . — OUT OF A DREAM. waking up is just a matter of points of view.

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tomorrow i’m writing here i PROMISE.

#i am low activity yes but also i spent the morning drawing jacques and i WANT to write here but i also drift into oblivion sometimes sjfkghl #I DIDN'T FORGET THOUGH sorry for who's been waiting for an answer for a month! i have been focusing a lot on my multimuse mostly #fixing it because it was a little bit of a *mess* and i was started to feel overwhelmed by it because even *i* couldn't find things. #i wanted to write tonight here (and i still can. never say never) but i'm also. just. lost in pokémon legends sjfkh i think i'll play that #but i WILL write i PROMISE #☾ ✶ * . — OUT OF A DREAM. waking up is just a matter of points of view.

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50 dialogues.  /  @schattenmagier​ ❛  whatever it is that you’re planning to ask , the answer is ‘ no ’ .  ❜

he keeps quiet for a moment, mouth open midway to say his question simply closing back. well, that didn’t go well as he planned. his nature as a hunter is completely wasted on this woman, she wouldn’t bow her head even in front of the vicar himself.

which, to be fair, he can appreciate. he wouldn’t bow his head in front of himself, if he was her  ——  he looks much more like those poor desperate souls he’s trying to help in yharnam, then a hunter.

« well, pity. » he speaks again, shrugging and moving his attention to the bag beside him. « i wanted to ask you if you wanted to eat, but i guess you already answered. ». and with that, he takes out of the bag a slice of bread, and starts eating it  ——  not in an exaggerated way, but in a simple and natural one, sincerely enjoying to be putting something good in the stomach, for once. proving in the meantime that the food is actually edible.

if the hunter approach doesn’t work, might as well attempt the fatherly one, and do just like he did when kaleo didn’t want to eat. it might bring to something better.

#thank you for sending the prompt! ♪(´▽｀) #schattenmagier #☾ ✶ * . — THREADS. subtle lines intertwine our destinies.

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50 dialogues.  /  @vilestblood​​ ❛  why would you put yourself through something like that ?  ❜

admittedly, jacques is always tense, always on alert, even when he’s supposed to be resting - therefore, he tends to overreact to things of smaller importance. still, suddenly hearing the crow’s voice from behind him, where he could swear was no one just a moment before, would probably make everyone jump in fright, not even him. he turns towards him, a hand pressed on the chest ( it would be both, if the other arm wasn’t so severely wounded from the battle just concluded ) and with a glance of fear first, and weariness after.

« q-que les dieux me protègent, i already have a leg not working, i don’t need a heart attack too. » he sighs. « put yourself through what, exactly? having my arm mangled to clean the road to the church, or having my arm mangled and then bandage it instead of taking blood? or something else, i’m unsure for how long you’ve been looking. »

#thank you for sending the prompt! ♪(´▽｀) #vilestblood #☾ ✶ * . — THREADS. subtle lines intertwine our destinies.