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hello all! this is a highly selective rp blog for FILIA UL COPT, a character from the 90s anime SLAYERS with a focus on modern and crossover verses. please bear with me as i slowly assemble all of my pages and graphics -- thus she is dash-only for now. you can find her wiki page here!

summary: do you want to interact with an ex-catholic nun who was basically in a cult? great! this is the blog for you.

please don’t interact if you’re under 18! the nsfw / potentially triggering themes on this blog include abuse, child death, and religious/cult themes. all of these, and other triggers, will alway be tagged accordingly!

first of all, filia ul copt is an impulsive mess of a woman who, despite her best efforts to curb those impulses, makes a scene wherever she goes. xelloss, a bitch of a creature who thrives on chaos, is THRILLED to have a walking dopamine source for him. shits like candy.

NOIR

drops of ink, eyeliner, crows, spiders, charcoal, painted nails, the night. your essence is noir: you see the world for what it really is and have the desire to perfect it. you embrace all of reality with zeal; there is an order to everything, even the thoughts that drip with darkness. your spirit is undeniable and some may call you quietly passionate or idealistic. you are the conquerer. you are the reformer. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of grey, ivory, amaranth, and hickory, who share your passion for betterment. you are also drawn to the creative magenta and indigo, who will help you grow and let go of your reservations that you must be perfect. however, you may struggle to get along with the philosophical personalities of navy and amber who seem aimless.

a priest: hey

 @filiat​​

This is a time that he wishes he could shift and shrink away with his tail between his legs. He knows who she is, most affiliated with the Order did. This knowledge is also what stops him– he knows she does not need the sight of any more wolves in the Church. Father Dominick keeps his head down, moving from chapel to chapel to replace the burned votive candles with new ones. He does not mean to catch her eye, he truly doesn’t.

 ❝ It’s a, ah… it’s a cool day out today isn’t it? ❞​

        FILIA ALSO DID not mean to stare. but when he opens his mouth to speak, she realizes her fists are so tight that her nails are digging little half-moon wounds into her palms, and she raises her chin a little too high to greet the now engaged priest.

          ‘ yes! yes, i-- finally, you know? it’s been so hot lately! ’ 

          so this is what people mean by smalltalk. it truly is small. she feels like a tape recorder, but what is her alternative? tell him she can’t stand the sight of these churches anymore, and yet she cannot leave? that just his collar alone brings hot, unbidden tears swimming to her eyes? makes her hands twitch with a desire to beat something? her smile is too big, but filia ul copt is beautiful -- she wears even a tight smile like a perfect statue.