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sypha belnades i love you so bad actually

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pale blues meet the soft orange of the setting sun as they open, trevor's reply pulling you from the peaceful lull that had blanketed you throughout the duration of your journey home. fingers curl into the fabric of your cloak -- a conscious effort to keep the wave of excitement, and relief, at bay as belmont comes into view. you hadn't been gone long, but it was home. warmth, familiarity, community and love anthropomorphised in one place.

❝ well i was planning on bathing away all of this grime. ❞ a dramatic inhale follows, your nose hovering an inch away from your dirtied garments as an arm lifts to display the fruits of your earlier ... kerfuffle. however, you're quick to follow up, lips unable to stop from quirking up at the corners into a teasing smile. ❝ but i think it may just be you who stinks. ❞ elbow jabs into his ribs, head cocking with an innocent flutter of your lashes.

“ now this is my happy place. ” / @or4tor, prompt.

" it's as much yours as it is mine. " the castle comes into view. to most others, it rightfully appears to be some ill omen. beware, stay away, things of that nature. but to them? he sees home. he sees the warmth of a community — belmont, for it seems the dhampir has a flair for dramatics. go figure. and lastly, warmth of embraces so missed.

the hunt went as it always did. a little worrisome at some parts, though trevor would never admit so, but ultimately, the town was saved. more importantly, in reward for their efforts, the pair were rewarded with some much needed supplies for the new establishment. and ale. god, the ale. he looks forward to helping himself later.

" where are you off to first? you know what i'm going to say if you have any notion of doing anything before seeing our local pointy-teeth. "

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anyway you shld for sure plot ships w me....

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anyway back onto lesbian sypha bc i am a lesbian sypha TRUTHER... i think a very brief, shallow kind of relationship with trevor could be something she still had - but she has never been outside of her caravan before meeting him. she's never been around anybody that hasn't been family for longer than a few hours at a time until meeting him, so i think she very much struggles with discerning romantic and platonic affection.

she has a lot of love for trevor (and adrian too) and she assumes that it must be a romantic love, because she's never loved anybody outside of the people she's known her whole life. for the same reason, she isn't really aware of her sexuality because romance/relationships has never been something on her radar.

but when i say short i mean like.. probably a few days to a week before realising the relationship doesn't have the kind of feel she'd expect, and she realises she isn't actually attracted to him - and comes to terms pretty quickly with the fact that her feelings had only ever been platonic + she was following the societal norms/expectations of a man and woman being close = romance blah blah blah

it takes a lot longer to figure out she isn't actually attracted to men at all - as she assumes her lack of interest is just because there are more important things to be dealing with and therefore she has little time to explore relationships. then she stumbles over her words and struggles to articulate herself one day in front of a woman and it all makes sense

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i'm still a little nervy abt writing her but i LOVE her i fear she has become easier for me to write for than yana

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' anything but us. ' previous. @sinaeths

fingers curl loosely around worn oak staves that make up her tankard, cold in their plight to keep the mead she'd been nursing for the past hour from growing warm in the tavern's stuffy atmosphere. she observes the group mingle with quiet amusement, curve of her mouth subtle until a figure drags pale blues from the torrent of bodies that seem to shift from table to table in drunken waves. the echoing crack of vex's chair making contact with the ground draws attention, cutting through the haze of alcohol for only a moment before it's swiftly dismissed. trevor's voice becomes audible above the ruckus once more as he returns to whatever gore - soaked tale they'd been telling with gusto.

❝ trevor is smarter than most give them credit for. ❞ her response is half a defence of his merit, and half an acceptance of a wordless challenge. though the teasing grin that replaces previous amusement would suggest otherwise, especially with the alcohol consumed to make up for the days he'd gone without on their travels. ❝ what do you suggest? magic is out of the question -- he will know it was us. or, at least that it was me. ❞ torso shifts as gaze flickers from the group to settle on vex -- evidently more experienced when it comes to pranks than the sorceress who preferred a much more direct approach when it came to messing with them; consequences be damned. one more frozen drink and they fear he might finally lose it.

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CASTLEVANIA 2.02 | Old Homes

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anyways thinking abt sypha growing her hair out and having absolutely no fucking clue how to manage it seeing as she's kept it short her whole life

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also you'll have to forgive me if i send the same prompts in/send too many because i have terribly poor memory and therefore forget if i've actually sent any in or if i just imagine myself doing it

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i will find a way to have sypha not die at all trust

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do you have a carrd available or a rules page anywhere?

my general rules are on this post i just haven't gotten around to fixing / moving them onto any other blogs yet because i am shrimply lazy and keep putting it off! so sorry! <3

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【 #OR4TOR 】 ❝ i am a speaker -- and a scholar of magic! ❞ private, selective, independent interpretation of castlevania's sypha belnades! munned by carcass.

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 ›     HORROR   TENSION   STARTERS   PT   I. 

"Don’t   turn   around."

"Did   you   hear   that?"

"You’re   not   alone   here."

"It’s   already   too   late."

"Something’s   watching   us."

"Stay   quiet.   Stay   still."

"They’re   right   behind   you."

"I   wouldn’t   go   in   there."

"Whatever   you   do,   run."

"Keep   the   lights   on."

"I   saw   it   move."

"Don't   let   it   see   you."

"You’re   shaking."

"It   knows   your   name."

"I   can   smell   the   blood."

"Don’t   breathe.   Not   yet."

"It’s   inside   the   house."

"Close   the   door.   Now."

"You   weren’t   supposed   to   survive."

"They’re   coming   for   you."

"It's   already   inside   you."

"I   told   you   not   to   look."

"You're   not   safe   with   me."

"It’s   feeding   on   us."

"This   place   is   cursed."

"Why   are   you   smiling?"

"I’m   not   alone   in   here."

"You’re   bleeding."

"You're   not   you   anymore."

"Get   away   from   me."

"Don’t   trust   what   you   see."

"I   heard   it   whisper."

"It’s   wearing   your   face."

"You   weren’t   supposed   to   find   this."

"The   walls   are   listening."

"We’re   trapped   with   it."

"You’re   next."

"You’re   too   late."

"Did   you   lock   the   door?"

"It’s   already   in   your   head."

"Stop   smiling.   It’s   not   funny."

"That   wasn’t   me."

"You   brought   it   here."

"It’s   under   the   bed."

"You   should’ve   stayed   dead."

"It’s   not   over   yet."

"They   never   left."

"This   isn’t   real...   is   it?"

"It’s   learning."

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i love the way the three of them fight together too it's so fun they know each other so well

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what would they name the castle cat...

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so what’s the pitch?

❝ the pitch — ❞ excitement filters into words that had been laced with dismay not five seconds ago. dirt shifts beneath sandals as she spins on her heel, walking backwards to address trevor directly. ❝ — is that i get lonely. ❞ despite the heavy, melodramatic frown that upturns their lips and the forced shine of tears in wide eyes to drive her point home, there is some truth to their words. she'd never been alone. not truly. while books were pleasant company, the deafening silence was not. it creeps through hallways that stretch into endless, inky voids and oozes from bookcases filled with pages upon pages of writing from people long since passed. it feels ... haunting. it seeps through her skin and curls it's icy claws around her organs in a grip so tight that it makes her nauseous.

❝ i think a cat would be good for you guys, too. ❞ a firm nod, as if it would add weight to an observation made half for their own benefit. ❝ you know, there are books that praise cats and how beneficial they can be. companionship, stress reduction, support with emotions. not to mention their cute little faces!! ❞ a pause, as though it's his turn to speak on the matter -- though she interrupts with another point to her case before he can even mull over it. ❝ they are low maintenance, too! which is good, because sometimes i swear the two of you get so caught up in things that you forget how to look after yourselves — and on that note, responsibility also! having a small animal in your care may make you more inclined to do the same for yourselves. it feels like the smartest thing to do, really. ❞