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@lus-a-chalmain​ asked: “i can empathise with anybody.” || HANNIBAL

“For better or for worse. No?” As though the concept is familiar to him in a way most intimate--and for true, it is. Centuries of bearing such a wisdom weigh heavy now on the king’s old heart as a mirthless smile plays across his lips. “It is easy for us to believe blindly that evil is evil and that good is good, and to feel nothing for what we think of as the former. It is worse by far to go looking for what is human in them too. Feel as they, think as they. Worse yet when such minds were, through and through, human once. You know them too intimately to do else but empathise...”

The story is so old and tired by now, Leon himself tired of speaking it--but bitterly remembers always that it is his story, his life, and his future to tell, and be told. Who else ever will? That burden should too be his sooner than it should ever be his children’s. He sighs to the thought, nostalgic and grieving as his fingers passing over the flat silver face of a sword held across his lap--or flat at least but for the words picked out down the length of it. “My men once upon a time would scoff at me when they found me at prayer before battle--not for our victory, but for God to rest the souls of those that would fall at my hands, or theirs. And they would wonder at the words on my sword and why a man feared as the finest in all of France would ever stoop to so much sentiment.”

A glance is passed from beneath Leon’s lashes to the man sat beside him in the grass. “Do you empathise with me in all my sentiment and my sorrow alike now I have given my life to be a grave to a man who wronged me so? Or do you only see a fool?”

#lusachalmain #⚜ :: VERSE ┊ I Was Made To Become A Sanctuary #{so some king verse for terry and i guess for his nature spirit verse after he finally finds out leon is still alive AHSJDK}

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IND. LEON BELMONT FROM CASTLEVANIA : LAMENT OF INNOCENCE . 

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#⚜ :: OOC ┊ Person of Sinterest #{this blog needs another overhaul eventually but since i always come back to new faces anyway while im gone} #{MIGHT AS WELL MAKE A PINNED POST AFTER 500 YEARS LMAO}

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{Refreshes my stupid tags for the umpteenth time}

#⚜ :: GAMES ┊ So We Fold Our Hands & Pray #⚜ :: THOUGHTS ┊ A Stained Glass Variation of The Truth #⚜ :: OOC ┊ Person of Sinterest #⚜ :: MATHIAS ┊ You Are The Universe I’m Helpless In #⚜ :: LEON ┊ Burn Bright Enough To Catch God’s Eye #⚜ :: VERSE ┊ I Was Made To Become A Sanctuary #⚜ :: VERSE ┊ Where The Sun Filled Our Eyes #⚜ :: VERSE ┊ The Purpose of The Brute Divine #⚜ :: VERSE ┊ Death Is A Cold Blindfolded Kiss #{this website just bites my ass at every opportunity}

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nbc’s  hannibal ( 2013 - 2015 )  pt  1 ↪  req’d  by  anon.  s01e01 - s01e06.  alter  as  you  see  fit.  trigger  warnings  for  death,  gore,  sexual  themes

“he will die watching me take what is his away from him.”

“i can empathise with anybody.”

“can i borrow your imagination?”

“he’s like willy wonka.”

“the amount of detail is incredible.”

“i would apologise for my analytical ambush, but i know i will soon be apologising again and you’ll tire of that eventually, - so i have to consider using apologies sparingly.”

“could be a permanent installation in your evil minds museum.”

“i’ve fantasised about scenarios where my actions may have allowed a different fate for [name].”

“what is that? i bet it’s marijuana.”

“i got stabbed in the third grade with a number two pencil. thought i was gonna get lead poisoning.”

“i’m very supportive of bake-offs.”

“i don’t feel sorry for myself at all. i feel, um i-i i feel, um good.”

“i guessed your size, so anything you don’t want, leave the tags on, i’ll bring it back.”

“i’m gonna be messed up, aren’t i? i’m worried about nightmares.”

“i was sort of expecting a body outline in chalk or tape.”

“i’ll tell you if i saw him if you tell me why it’s important.”

“your victimhood has a high profile.”

“i never connected to the concept.”

“the family you think is family, is just a stepping stone to real family.”

“thirteen-year-old milk carton material.”

“have you ever tried psilocybin? ‘mushrooms’?”

“i want to give you your power back.”

“a paradox in the midst of a normal family: he’s an outsider who doesn’t look like one.”

“well, i don’t think you’re gonna go home for a long time.”

“as someone who makes such a big deal about common courtesy, i’m a little taken aback.”

“think it’s too late for us to have kids?”

“at night i leave the lights on in my little house, and walk across the flat fields. when i look back from a distance the house is like a boat on the sea.”

“i had two fingers of whiskey before i went to bed.”

“vikings used to execute christians by breaking their ribs, bending them back, and draping the lungs over them to resemble wings. ttey used to call it a ‘blood eagle’.”

“your perfume is exquisite.”

“even a drunk with a flair for the dramatic can convince himself he’s god.”

“supplication is the most common form of prayer.”

“so can we have a conversation, or do you want to pretend that everything’s alright?”

“you know something - i’m very good at sorting things out, and at the very least i can underwhelm you while you’re being overwhelmed.”

“i won’t insult you by asking if there’s someone else.”

“my ears rang like the first time I heard my mom use the f-word.”

“i figured you’d be here.”

“it’s your fight, baby, but i’m in your corner.”

“i thought if i kept it to myself, our lives wouldn’t change.”

“you don’t have to say a word until you’re ready, but i’m not going anywhere until you do.”

“i cannot help feeling responsible myself for what happened.”

“i’m assuming that you’re familiar with the chesapeake ripper?”

“how wonderful to see you again.”

“um, i was just, uh, in the neighbourhood.”

“you look like you were dreaming.”

“so, are you enjoying reading my mail?”

“[name] would you care to assist me with dessert?”

“it can sometimes be brave to allow yourself hope.”

“i believe the world is a better place with [name] in it.”

“if you’ll wait here, i’ll be right back.”

#{ ⚜:: Songs in the Dark ; Games } #{you guys know the score with me and hannibal LOL}

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STUNNED AND AMAZED FRANKLY THAT LEON IS ACTUALLY FEATURED IN GOS AT ALL BUT HEY THERE YOU GO, ITS A CHRISTMAS FUCKING MIRACLE 

#⚜ :: OOC ┊ Person of Sinterest #{STUNNED AMAZED GOBSMACKED BEWILDERED AND INTRIGUED} #{thank you konami you have done exactly one (1) thing right in the past decade and its this} #{JSDJFKDJ} #{OHHHH i need more art of leon as a knight tbh fuck it goals for 2022 DO IT MY D A M N SELF} #{SIUIL SIUIL SIUIL A RUNNNN!!!!!!!}

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{I listen to Siuil a Run, I ponder my drafts, I restore my tags, promising nothing except Leon is on my mind.}

#⚜ :: GAMES ┊ So We Fold Our Hands & Pray #⚜ :: THOUGHTS ┊ A Stained Glass Variation of The Truth #⚜ :: OOC ┊ Person of Sinterest #⚜ :: MATHIAS ┊ You Are The Universe I’m Helpless In #⚜ :: LEON ┊ Burn Bright Enough To Catch God’s Eye #⚜ :: VERSE ┊ I Was Made To Become A Sanctuary #⚜ :: VERSE ┊ Where The Sun Filled Our Eyes #⚜ :: VERSE ┊ The Purpose of The Brute Divine #⚜ :: VERSE ┊ Death Is A Cold Blindfolded Kiss #{I WISH I WAS ON YONDER HILL THERE I WOULD SIT AND CRY MY FIIIIIIILL}

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devilxhunted​:

          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.”

“...” And he feels a wrongness for having questioned it at all--a silent curse for his own loose tongue biting at the back of his thoughts as his dawn-blue eyes shade over with regret, then pity, then remorse as he hefts himself up over the stony face of the hill’s ragged slope.

“Forgive me my rudeness, won’t you? For asking something so out of turn. Only I...suppose I recognise one who knows that same struggle. And am selfishly comforted by it when I do. I ask that you forgive me for that too.” Though all seems already forgiven. A broad hand sets his curls askew in passing through them, raising a humbled blush on the Belmont’s young face as he slows his pace at the other man’s side.

“Oh...” And finds himself, as usual, helpless to the smile curling at the corners of his mouth. “Fortune smiles all on me today, my friend. The road would have been a lonely one to journey without you.” The arm around his shoulders beats away the cold as much as his regret, warmly answered with the Knight’s hand patting kind and firm upon the strong terrain of the elder’s back. “Pray that it stays that way, Dante. I am fond of your company--it would shame me to have you tire of mine.”

#devilxhunted #{WHO IS THIS KNOCKING AT MY CHAMBER DOOR LEON IS THAT YOU} #{come running out the shadows like a puppy to meet your new buddy huh} #{yes pls love the golden baby boy}

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the green knight starters

❝ look, see a world that holds more wonders than any since the earth was born. ❞   ❝ let me tell you instead a new tale. ❞   ❝ so stay a while. rest. and make yourself content. ❞ ❝ and if death awaits me? ❞ ❝ surely your knights have spilled enough blood in your name to bind them closer to you than i. ❞ ❝ good to have one’s family by one’s side. ❞   ❝ i recognize but i do not know you. ❞ ❝ what is this? a trick? ❞ ❝ and this is what you want most in life? ❞ ❝ green is the color of earth, of living things, of life. ❞ ❝ the world is fit for all manner of mysteries. ❞ ❝ you are not very good with questions. ❞ ❝ surely a knight knows something of love. ❞ ❝ i never knew so many books even existed. ❞ ❝ what if i wanted to sit by your side and take your hand and have your ear? ❞ ❝ do you still fancy me? do i make you happy? ❞ ❝ green is what is left when ardor fades, when passion dies, when we die, too. ❞ ❝ when you return, you will come with your head held high. ❞ ❝ this is how silly men perish. ❞ ❝ you rest your bones, my brave little knight. ❞ ❝ where you off to? a knightly quest? ❞ ❝ all dead. no one to bury them. ❞ ❝ by nightfall, you will be at the doorway of your destiny. ❞ ❝ i promise, you will not come to harm. ❞ ❝ why greatness? why is goodness not enough? ❞ ❝ are you really going to go? ❞ ❝ you’ll do this one thing, you return home a changed man, an honorable man? just like that? ❞ ❝ keep your five fingers strong, your five senses sharp. ❞ ❝ you have mud on your face. ❞ ❝ is it wrong to want greatness for you? ❞ ❝ i’ve been waiting for you. did you not hear me calling? ❞ ❝ what do you expect me to do? ❞ ❝ i am the luckiest here today because i am amongst you. ❞ ❝ do not take your place amongst legends idly. ❞ ❝ though my will longs to leap across this table and meet you, my body will not follow. ❞ ❝ you tell me a tale of yourself, so that i might know you. ❞ ❝ i’ve got no guts for merriment this year. ❞   ❝ i need…i need a sword. ❞ ❝ i dare say every table in this land has heard of you and sung your song. ❞ ❝ i know more than just your name. ❞ ❝ well, come on in if you want. ❞ ❝ perhaps you think that i am something i’m not. ❞ ❝ why would you ask me that? why would you ever ask me that? ❞ ❝ are you real, or are you a spirit? ❞ ❝ you are at the end of your quest. a little sooner than you expected, perhaps. but such is the case for us all. ❞ ❝ i am just a lost traveler, seeking rest for the night. ❞ ❝ did my father send for you? ❞ ❝ are you certain there is nothing you wish to give me? ❞ ❝ what will you say if i asked you to make me your lady? ❞ ❝ i do not know of any man who has not marched up to greet death before his time. ❞ ❝ were you afraid? ❞ ❝ you have had a year to find courage. ❞ ❝ come, come home. come home with me. ❞ ❝ i never asked for your company anyway! ❞ ❝ what witchcraft is this? ❞ ❝ go that way and your doom is at hand. ❞ ❝ unhand me and let us go our ways. ❞ ❝ fear not. you’ve only slept through the night. ❞ ❝ which direction are you headed? ❞ ❝ i will eat and give thanks and then take my leave. ❞ ❝ how do you know my name? ❞ ❝ you will find no mercy. no happy end. ❞ ❝ i don’t want your games, or your gifts, or your kindness. ❞ ❝ there’s an enchantment sewn into its threads. wear it and you will never be struck down. ❞ ❝ do you believe in magic, in witchcraft? ❞ ❝ do not touch me. ❞ ❝ i’ve lost something. will you help me find it? ❞ ❝ i’m very sorry. i…i did not see you. ❞ ❝ i fear i am not meant for greatness. ❞ ❝ stand up and face me! ❞ ❝ make a move or i shall make mine. ❞ ❝ let’s just stay here. come. let’s just stay here. ❞   ❝ i’ve got time. i’ve got lots of time. ❞   ❝ out my window this morning i looked, and i saw a land shaped by your hands. ❞ ❝ i look out upon my friends here today and i see songs no muse could ever sing or dream of. ❞ ❝ no. i’m not ready yet. ❞   ❝ i’ll finish this quest for you. ❞

#{ ⚜:: Songs in the Dark ; Games } #{its this blogs 3rd year of existing on halloween so cmon i gotta do smth LOL}

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{Anyways DMC verse}

#⚜ :: VERSE┊ Untangle God From Cold Blood & Bruises #{lifting some elements from his modern verse too since ex army vet leon is a fun time} #{similar to his lament of innocence story where he realised his skills were better served elsewhere with ACTUAL monsters} #{he also has baby armand in this universe which ashdjfk} #{look baby armand is my life}

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{Tumblr fix ur tagging system challenge}

#⚜ :: OOC ┊ Person of Sinterest #⚜ :: MATHIAS ┊ You Are The Universe I’m Helpless In #⚜ :: LEON ┊ Burn Bright Enough To Catch God’s Eye #⚜ :: THOUGHTS ┊ A Stained Glass Variation of The Truth #⚜ :: VERSE┊ Where The Sun Fills Our Eyes #⚜ :: VERSE┊The Purpose Of The Brute Divine #⚜ :: GAMES┊So We Fold Our Hands & Pray #⚜ :: VERSE ┊ I Was Made To Become A Sanctuary

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{Me about to proposition you all with me and the girls’ latest crossover concoction i.e castle may cry}

#{ ⚜ :: Person of Sinterest ; OOC } #{JSHJDJGJFJ i dont do anything on this blog for like a month then i come back to tell you why} #{dmc has devoured everything that i am neros blog is swingin and now the gals have encouraged me to drag the cv boys into it} #{when i tell you.........when I T E L L YOU.........when i tell you leons already tricked out for that verse LMAO} #{i wasted all my art power the other week tho by making like 4 ref sheets in one go so now i have to go back to my sketchbooks lmao} #{recharge my observational skills before i come back with dmc leon ASDJFGKKD} #{THIS IS TOP PRIORITY} #{anyways i need to refresh my tags for this because GIRL do i have some shit to do}

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{Picking scenes to draw be so fun but sitting down to do them has me like this all the time}

#{ ⚜ :: Person of Sinterest ; OOC } #{im browsing my loi shot collection and i have quite a few but also the backgrounds on these mfers are so intricate AKDJGJGF} #{tfw u deliberately choose shots with intricate backgrounds to Challenge Yourself but then you actually look at ur canvas and sigh} #{im having trouble focusing on anything that isnt pokemon rn anyway bc im so excited for the new games ASDJFK} #{IM BACK ON MY SHINY HUNTING BS} #{speaking of i need to make trevor a pokemon team ASDJFK} #{dmc is also ruining my life and nero is my new son} #{am i making that blog soon? yes}

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notte-la-lagna​:

       It is found within this memory. Colored royals of ocean-dipped blues made up the endless night skin, brought down to that reflective, rippling surface of the lake. Mathias himself seems himself something that has risen out of the black - with cascading, endless locks of ebony, with the greater portion of his body itself cast aside in that colorless way that is only known to the deepest of nights. And Leon, himself - the La Luna of this beautiful scene: star-bright, luminous skin. Sunflower-yellowed hair which falls itself to curls of immeasurable length. No, the picture is not accurate. But the broad and spacious scope of dreams is never quite so. Only the sweetly-made manner all memories are framed into, when they are precious. The countless moments in dusk’s arms when not within one another’s, when propriety and demure manner had once been the greatest thing standing between them. And Mathias… knelt here, emerging from this inky-black lagoon to tenderly set his head against his love’s knee. Gazing at nothing that is not the beauty of his light, a free hand touching the water’s surface to scatter the stars from his form.

         Until he feels at last close enough to hold him here. For a moment fleeting, for a singular breath in this dreaming state to gaze upon his usurper, at once surrendering, at once a darkness enslaved to the sun of suns.

         “That I could call to mind this memory at long last is a work in progress for the past sum of years…” a solemn confession. Hapless though it is, the mournful expression of the elder’s no less curls a smile. Embittered, for the things he has allowed to happen to Leon. To Adrian… to Elisabetha, though lips upturn in rejoicing to see Leon yet-            “I wanted so much better for you…  I fought for so, so long - I am sorry it has taken me so many deaths to realize that I am only a man. And I am sorry you have suffered for nothing more than a mere man’s failings…” the rock formations Leon sits upon, in this dream of dreams, sinks to a deeper shade than anything earth-bound may know, “I am sorry, Leon…”

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              “Five hundred years...” The words are faint, hardly spoken as much as thought, and heard no less in the great, vast night of this one, peculiar dream--everything almost just as he remembers it from a far distant time, the night sky as clear, the water as silver with moonlight, the air as warm and sweet as summer in France always were. The curls falling thick and bright down his shoulders are different, and Mathias emerging from the water rippling at his knees, different too. But familiar, as he always is, in the world of what few dreams Leon has ever let him grant. It is different tonight.  This is not quite the Brittany of 500 years ago, and it is the first time they have spoken in almost as long. Weightless with sleep and nostalgia both, Leon’s soft voice sings on.

               “Five hundred years since last we ever saw the shores of Brittany, or her sands and her sunlight, or the rivers and lakes that I swore once were a part of me as much as my own blood. And I remember this place even now. A moments walk from House Cronqvist, wasn’t it? I remember the path through the trees, the very smell of flowers in late spring, the moonlight that would always brighten my way. I was soon to turn twenty, the last time I was here...”

                And now he is centuries older, though his young, timeless face betrays so little of it. Mathias looks as young as he did that summer night in Carnac too as his dark head lays upon the paladin’s knees, as his lips smile even in sorrow. Leon smiles too, though the look is bittersweet as both hands comb over the midnight of Mathias’ hair. “It is too late to be sorry. It is all said and done, flowers and trees long grown over the blood we both have spilt, lives worn away and lost to a war that was never meant for them. Sons, daughters and all...and I have only just begun to be happy that everything is...silent now.”

                 There is not anger to his voice as there once might have been, nor grief to his eyes. Simple, quiet acceptance is all that flowers in their place, infinitely weary, but quaintly peaceful as Leon runs the elder’s hair between his fingers. “To be sorry now is to be sorry far too late. But you know that. And I know it is all that you have to give now you are but a quiet, sleeping part of me, and all that you are and all that you were is long, long gone. Yet here, you are more like the you I remember than you have ever been in five long centuries.” And that by itself is a strange, sweet sort of gift after all these years. His own sun-bright crown bends, never minding the curls that vanish into the impossible blue of the lake lapping up against his knees.

                   “It is all you have. And it is all I have left to do to accept it from you.” His lips touch the very crown of Mathias’ head, joined too with a whisper in the dream’s endless night. “That I should be your final resting place is as fine an ending for us both as I could have wanted.”

#nottelalagna #⚜ :: VERSE ┊ I Was Made To Become A Sanctuary #{not me crying about literally all of this LMAO NOPE} #{UGHHHHH} #{MY FUCKING BOYS................} #{THEY MAKE ME MORE EMOTIONAL THAN I CAN STAND}

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extremepath​:

    It does not surprise Ahuva when Leon begins to pour his heart to him, it was entirely expected. When he appears before a human, no matter how subtle he may be, this is what his presence demands. Though, inviting words are still a requirement, so inviting words Ahuva gave. To listen and carry the weight of human struggles quietly and indifferently was his task. This was the nature of his power. Often enough, though, they expressed immediate regret, frustration, or simple embarrassment at having told Ahuva so much when they barely knew him. Leon was no different, but Ahuva wasn’t bothered by this, he thought it was sweet despite not entirely understanding it.

Leon himself seems to be a center for others. Honest support, no false show of kindness for the sake of approval. The opportunity to speak of such things is likely something he rarely indulges in, or so Ahuva assumes, thus the observation he made earlier to serve as his invitation for this talk. Something was bothering Ahuva, though… There was a heaviness in the air, a sense of dread that he cannot yet place. But - as he is meant to - Ahuva doesn’t ponder this for long, his mind must be focused for his task, not distracted by his own deeper thoughts.

    “I am Ahuva, my Lord. It is an honor.” He greets Leon with a slight bow, then straightens himself before he speaks again, “You needn’t be flustered by sharing your thoughts with me, I am not troubled by it.” Now that a proper greeting has been shared, Ahuva steadily moves closer to Leon, though he maintains a respectful distance when he stops. He looks up at Leon, his gaze softer now. “This man you worry for… Do you know what ails him?” It seemed best to reach for the root of the problem rather than ease his way to it, but he still watches Leon carefully, ready to change his approach if needed.

    “ —- I ask only if you have the time and the desire to speak of such matters, of course.”

                “Ahuva...” The name does not sit familiar on his tongue either, unknown to Leon’s memory of the gentry or to the common-folk; though Leon speaks it gently, thoughtful and wondering at the newness of it as a small, faint smile colours his mouth. His horse’s reins are gathered in one broad hand as his boots shuffle the dust underfoot as he turns to tug the creature gently forward.

                 “Then be it my pleasure to make your acquaintance.” There is a nod, a tilt of the Lord’s sun-bright head to beckon his companion to follow as he walks the stallion forward. His laughter is a small and distant sound, bittersweet on the edge of his voice as he strolls languidly on. “Well, if you insist, then I am glad of it. I have not spoken my thoughts in quite some time--I must suppose that has made my tongue a little looser than it should be...”

                And it is more a relief to speak such thoughts than he cares to admit. Though the blue of his eyes dulls with grief at the question his companion poses to him next--innocent in its wonder, the answer a painful one to think all the same. Leon sighs, unsteady and shallow as his gaze falls from the other’s eyes to the path winding out ahead. “I know too well, in fact, for it pains me as deeply it does my dear friend, but...”

                A pause, the Knight’s fair brow knit indeed with a quiet pain of his own before his voice follows through. “His wife passed away some weeks ago, while we were gone to the East. Her death was not heard of until our return. My friend has not been well, in mind or in body, ever since. Too ill even to lift his head from his pillow, or set foot from his chamber. Nor even his sickbed now. I have poured more time and wealth into finding him anything that might ease his hurt than I care to admit. For all the healers and their remedies that were sent his way, none have lessened his agonies any.”

                His grasping hand tightens at the reins, worry paling his face under the grey afternoon sun. “I fear so dreadfully that what time he has left in this world is little...”

#extremepath #{IF THERE WAS EVER A TIME LEON NEEDED SOME EMOTIONAL SUPPORT IT IS NOW LMAO} #{even though things are about to get like 500x worse unbeknownst to him ASDJFK} #{thank u for the free therapeutic services ahuva leon will deeply appreciate that HASDJFK} #{ahuva at least will probably have a hand in making the Hellscape On The Horizon a lot more bearable} #{LEON IS JUST A BABE!!!! HE IS JUST A SWEET WITTLE MAN!!!!} #{sin and devil scream about a golden man for an entire thread; the novel}

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Its an uninspired art day today so have these funny little practice doodles of Armand I whipped up between working on my drafts I guess ✨

#{ ⚜ :: Person of Sinterest ; OOC } #{before u see a hot monster vs after you see a hot monster ASNHDFJGK} #{he t r i e s...he t r i e s so hard} #{he thinks hes so cool and yet} #{HES JUST A SILLY BOY..............M Y SILLY BOY..........} #{i spent all my juice on that shot redraw and also designing trevor's grandson SO ARMAND IS WHERE I GO WHEN IM JUICED LOL} #{AND NOW i slither back 2 my drafts again like a nasty little cobra}

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{Made myself sad thinking about Leon and Mathias oops I got my whole night fucked up}

#{ ⚜ :: Person of Sinterest ; OOC } #{OHHH TAKE ME BACK TO THE NIGHT WE MEEEET} #{every few days weeks or months i get sledgehammered with this ship and i always die just as painfully} #{leon yelling after mathias when he leaves before death crashes the party hello my soul has divorced my body} #{i have so much fun on trevor's blog where he has like almost no angst most of the time then i remember how much pain leons in} #{C O N S T A N T L Y} #{ABSURD AMOUNTS OF IT ACTUALLY LIKE THE MAN HAS SEEN HELL} #{me: makes a universe where he becomes a vampire and also has to usurp the castle and be alive knowing his wife and son are long dead} #{IM SO SORRYA DKFJFKGJGKG}

[nightslain]

{Scooting thru the LoI cutscenes again for other potential redraw fodder and increasingly frustrated with how fuckin DARK this shit is 90% of the time holy fuck}

#{ ⚜ :: Person of Sinterest ; OOC } #{im spoiled after cod which always has some sort of prominent light source but i mean} #{that wasnt happening at night most of the time LOL} #{loi i love you ur so precious to me u are my heartland but also what the fuck bitch cant see SHIT for most of this ASDJFGK} #{can leon straight up see in the dark like a cat} #{JASDKFL} #{the actual gameplay doesnt look this dark but they said fuck it when it came to the cutscenes IM WHEEZING} #{ur gonna have to expect some serious artistic liberties with a lot of these LOOOL}