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In-Character Chatzy
Thought I’d do a chatzy since classes start tomorrow and I’m bored. Link is here.
Please use your character name and URL as your username. Ex. Annabelle (ofyharnamnights)
Takes place in an abandoned house in Yharnam claimed by Annabelle.
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☠ - angry/violent headcanon ▼ - childhood headcanon ☾ - sleep headcanon
☠ - angry/violent headcanon
[ Annabelle ] tries quite hard to keep her composure, though can lash out if it’s something she is quite passionate about. If she’s lost her temper, she’ll try to leave the room before she starts tearing up from her frustration.
[ Gilbert ] , when he still had the strength to stand, would pace back and forth when angered. Now, he’ll display his anger by setting his glasses aside to hide his face in his palms.
[ The Doll ] never feels anger. If someone is angry with her, she’ll attempt to remedy the situation, apologizing all the while.
▼ - childhood headcanon
[ Annabelle ] was not taught to read until she was fifteen. When she learned, she borrowed books from her brother. Dracula was her favorite, because she could encourage her brother to read it to her.
[ Gilbert ] had an interest in the sciences from a very young age. He was often found attempting to dissect various small animals, to the horror of his mother.
☾ - sleep headcanon
[ Annabelle ] very rarely sleeps during her time in Yharnam. Since it is perpetually night within the nightmare, she cannot tell how long she has been awake.
[ Gilbert ] sleeps beside his chair, on a mat on the floor. He can’t move far elsewhere, so he doesn’t have much choice. His bed is upstairs and cannot be reached without fear of falling down.
[ The Doll ] sleeps, though doesn’t quite understand the need for her to. She enjoys it, however. She feels it makes her similar to the Hunters that visit her within the Dream.
malpractiiced
(( tfw u have too many blogs but u wanna make more...
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what did i do to make you enable me like this
@malpractiiced
“So I’ve brought you your blue beast, as promised,” Ann said as she dragged an overlarge sack behind her person. She left it on the doctor’s doorstep, seeming quite exhausted from the effort. New wounds foretold new scars. The hunt hadn’t been without its setbacks.
@malpractiiced [ cont. ]
❛ Your face may not be as fresh as some to you, but to me, it’s as fresh as it can be. ❜ The other seemed kind of... lost. Something about him just didn’t belong with the other residents of the Shrine, but Lazarus was not one to judge. Two months ago, he found the place after finding himself in a bloody cemetery.
❛ Lazarus of Izalith. ❜ Accepting the other’s handshake, the ashen one somewhat grinned. Such politeness. Most would complain about the Shrine, yet stay for the long run.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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@malpractiiced responded to a starter ;;
It was a threat. But one found it easier to ignore the lighter threats when the majority of them came as a sharp sting and the loss of blood. Regardless, her tone made him wince. At the end of the day, a cold shoulder hurt him worse than a knife. He wished he cared less for the warmth of others. It was feeble and fleeting at best.
“I prefer ‘friend’.” Preference only extended so far, however.
“Then friend it is,” she replied, her shoulders easing. He seemed no threat at the moment. Most attacked on sight, as the Hunt demanded quick action. If his response had been either offensive or defensive, she’d know to attack. But at his simple reply, she offered something just short of a smile. “What brings you to these streets?”
