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Blood of my blood. You kept all your promises to me. You killed my enemies in their iron suits. You tore down their stone houses. You gave me the Seven Kingdoms!

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The Plain Doll & Lady Maria by Betty Jiang.

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Some hands from the bloodborne artbook!

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Images by Deda .

(Heart shaped & The Box)

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Slavic mythology from A to Z:

[U] - Upir (Упырь) rises from the grave, goes to the area where he lived and drinks blood from people. They can turn into a bat, fly over a cemetery, sit on crosses.

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Cainhurst Nobility

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“For now, the Enlightened blessed us only with trials and suffering”, – she thought and immediately felt a sting of fear at her heart.

Pray, child, and the holly fire of the Lord shall cleanse the corruption and taint of this land.

And so she did. Were her thoughts not pure enough? As it seems, the Enlightened turned away from Serene and from the great House of hers. First, her father died and now her mother was slowly withering in tower like a prisoner. De Sardet craved to be with her and yet she feared and hated these short morning appointments; no herbs and perfumes could hide away the smell of rotting flesh, and as the time kept going, her mother’s face seemed more and more unfamiliar behind the mask of sickness.

She will be long gone before I even find the cure.

“Do not get me wrong, I am as excited as you are”, - de Sardet finally answered with a smile; her soft grip tightened on Constantine’s palms. No, she will not allow him to see her grieving, not when her dear cousin is so full of hope and expectations, - “I’ve heard quite a lot about this fairy island from Cardinal Antonius.”

Of course, de Sardet mostly heard about the holy war that Order Luminous declared upon the heathens (from both Bridge Alliance and wild tribes), but at times Antonius indulged her with other stories as well, when he was ready to put aside the flaming sword of his righteous wrath, so to speak.

“Your father told me that I will have a small residence near the palace, so you don’t have to bother servants with chambers. More than that, I’m afraid I won’t be a common guest at the court in New Serene at all, as my duty oblige.”

And I will have no other choice but to leave you alone again with the court full of poisonous spiders, sweet prince. And although I have faith in you, perhaps I must order Kurt to stay at your side, not mine.

“But what am I hearing? Are you keeping secrets from me now?”

De Sardet exclaimed in false offence.

"I've heard it rumored, but I don't believe it."

"Come, dear cousin. Sending us to the far away island, full of bloodthirsty savages and raving beasts is perfectly in line with the customs of our motherly Congregation. Have your time with the church softened your heart to believe in goodness and fairwill of the mighty?" taunted Constantin. His words bore thorns, but the little laughter, that followed, denied any desire to offend, either with truth or bitterness. It was a gentle sound, that let one into the shared irony of ill luck, rather than left the other party at the precipice of mockery.They were standing at the palace gallery, watching the daily changing of the guard. Young d'Orsay looked pale, ruffled and painfully lacking sleep. Yet nor the previous cynicism nor the cruelty of the early hour seemed to rob Constantin of the graceful air and the flamboyant charm. "All woes considered, I would love to go. Honestly, just imagine it! It is an adventure both of us craved for so long! Free of the shackles of court routine, its petty games, and the looming shade of the greedy death. A new land where everything is possible, not a dream denied! We could be free at last. To do something grand, miraculous and yes...even good for once. Free and together," the boyish glee slipped into Constantin's voice, as he swiftly took de Sardet's hands in his."Please, fair cousin! I would let you have the grandest chamber of the two. Such a protocol scandal! Why, I may even assign you a whole piece of the island for your reception room alone". Constantin gave de Sardet the most charming of his smiles, both sweet and sly.

"And I may tell you a secret - right away! - if you say yes and that you do share my happiness... and joy at the prospect of being eaten by the wild, wondrous beasts no one has even named yet!"

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Carl Joseph Begas, Wilhelmine Begas, the Artists Wife (detail), 1828

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Donna Beneviento, unmasked and restored | [x]

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Portrait of an Unkown Lady, Madame St. F - Gustave Richard (detail)

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Lasombra Moodboard

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Cyberpunk 2077    ↪ ARASAKA DASHI PARADE

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@creatorssource event three | powerful women

I am Daenerys Stormborn, Daenerys of House Targaryen, of the blood of Aegon the Conqueror and Maegor the Cruel and old Valyria before them. I am the dragon’s daughter, and I swear to you, these men will die screaming.

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To make the right decisions with imperfect knowledge… that is how you become the world’s powerful man. Goro Takemura / Cyberpunk 2077

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You’re a nobody. An outcast in your own vampiric sect. A political prisoner of no particular value. An immigrant who never found her roots in a city of immigrants. A chainsmoker whose favorite pastime is staring blankly at the streets through the windows of a fast food joint at 4AM. The sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach tells you that you’re doomed, and distorted voices from the shadows seem to agree. The curse of your clan makes interacting with everyday technology difficult. Dissociation is your natural state.

But when New York’s Anarch leader meets a gruesome end, out of all the bloodsuckers in the metropolis, you’re the one picked to investigate. Make no mistake: this is obviously a trap, yet another move in the horrible game of Jyhad, the eternal struggle for power between warring vampire generations. But you’re Lasombra, and if there’s one thing you know, it’s this: if the Ventrue Prince and her followers underestimate you, they’re going to deeply regret it.

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Morena, Slavic goddess of winter, death, and rebirth by Margo Kai