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Apologies

For the lack of activity on this blog. My beloved pet budgie, Circuit, had recently passed away and I’ve gone into varying degrees of depressive episodes for the last few weeks, so it’s pretty hard to get up the desire to write right now. I DO want to continue any threads I’ve left hanging, but I’m unable to do that right now. Hopefully I’ll get back on track soon. Thanks for the patience 

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i keep trying to draw gascoigne but it doesn’t work 

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█ HIVE CITY MEME;

Name: Warren Gascoigne Title: Father Gascoigne Rank: Nobody Series: Bloodborne

Abilities (unlocked):

Hunter’s Blood: High strength, speed and stamina at 1/3 it’s usual potency

Weapons (unlocked):

None.

Threat Level: Lethal at close range. 

Friendship Level: Mid-Low. While he’s not going to bite your head off, he’s not going to feel any sort of loyalty to mere acquaintances. Civil behaviour at best to those he’s not familiar with. If one intends on getting on his good side, consistent and friendly interaction would be necessary. 

Main Places of Activity: Sector 3 and 4

Occupation: Self-identified Hunter who sweeps Gamma and Delta, clearing them of any beasts he finds. Not affiliated with any work-force at the moment.

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Sum my muse up as a news article title

Example: “Local man gets what he deserves”, “Local man fucks everything up.”, etc etc. Bonus points if you make the mun laugh.

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"I dressed up as the Doll once to freak out Gehrman."

“Ha, I can only imagine what that old coot’s face looked like seeing his beloved Doll up and about like that. With or without the dress soaked in blood?”

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👍, 💑, 🎥

👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking?

Answered!

💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner?

Someone who is able to either keep a conversation going with minimal feedback, or allow for a comfortable silence to simply sit with each other. He recognises he can be hardheaded at times, so it has to be someone who is able to stand up for themselves and talk him down and not simply go along with whatever he says or wants. 

🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush?

I’m not sure if Yharnam has celebrities but if he was exposed or lived in more modern times, it’d probably be a fascination with Melissa McBride.... she....... cute......... 

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🌟 👍💘

🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation?

He leans towards women, mostly, but he’s definitely bi. While it’s been a while since he’s courted a dude, though.

👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking?

Gascoigne’s surprisingly... dense when it comes to seeing other’s affections for him, or perhaps he sees it but simply waives it off as something he’s just reading into too hard. He doesn’t mind either way of asking, but if someone is keen on him, it’d be best if they do it instead since he just won’t get it.

💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

Much in the same way that he appreciates receiving them, he’ll return small tokens of affection, usually in the form of physical and pocket-able things that will be left on the windowsills. A small rock with gleaming flakes of mica, or a glass bauble that catches the light in a strange way. 

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💘🍬😉

💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

If you are to depart with him and upon his farewell he says “Umbasa”, consider yourself cherished.

🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?

He’s not domineering in the traditional means of the word, but yes, he’s a top.

😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks?

He’s turned on by someone who is involved and excitable. He likes to bite when he’s really into it. If it’s not slow and passionate, he’s surprisingly active, liking to move from bed to floor to wall to couch, or anywhere available. And, of course, every once in a while there’s the occasional riling up that hunting does to one’s senses... He finds quickies in the confines of a dark alley to be really hot. 

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"Why do they call the Middle Ages the Dark Ages?? Because they had so many knights!!"

“Here’s one!” He managed to get out between his chuckles. “Joke for a joke, yeah? When the butcher accidentally backed up into his meat grinder, he got a little behind in his work!”

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" Royal chairs are rarely throne out! "

“I see that coming up with puns is your crowning achievement!”

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sex+romance headcanons!

Send me a symbol. Please note that some answers may be NSFW.

🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity? 😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date? 😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date? 👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 💬 When did my muse go on their first date? 💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? 💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? 👰 Would my muse ever get married? 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding? 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? 🎆 Is my muse into monogamy? 💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? 🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome? 👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? 💋 How many people has my muse slept with? 👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around? 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship? 💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? 👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? 👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex? 🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know? 💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand? 💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? 💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

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MAKE MY MUSE AMUSED.

my muse needs a LAUGH; send whatever you feel might give them just that. be SILLY, make a joke, tell a PUN – whatever your muse can come up with.

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When Gascoigne says all that stuff about, “it’s enough to make a man sick” and all that and laughs, it always sounded to me like he was remembering some kinda inside joke.

Then I imagined newer Gascoigne doing his best Yharnamite Impression™ for Viola to make her laugh and I got feels. 

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{ if you dont know bloodborne, when i talk about gascoigne craving blood or drinking it or whatever, im not doing that to be edgy. in yharnam culture, blood is just a part of their life. it’s in their food, in their drink, they heal sickness with it, they most likely get it delivered to their doorstep in the same way that milk once did. yes they had other foods and drinks, running water too if the sinks in the church are anything to go by (though possibly only the wealthy had running water), but blood is so ingrained in the culture, it’s just normal to want it }

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❤ Dating Sim Tropes ❤

“Reblog” and fill in with details about your muse as if they were a character in a Dating Sim. (Inspired by Huniepop)

Name: Father Gascoigne / Warren Gascoigne Their Profession: Hunter / Retired Church Hunter Where they can be found (e.g. park, café, gym etc): Chapels, wandering the streets at night, anywhere where there’s monsters to be found Favourite food type (breakfast, junk food, veggies, etc): Fish, lamb, stews Favourite alcoholic drink: Distilled blood  Favourite trait (romance, passion, sexuality, talent, flirtation, sentiment, joy): Talent Where they would go on a date: Somewhere outdoors where it’s quiet and away from everything Ideal gift: He likes little mementos to keep on his person as physical reminders How many dates until they go to bed: Enough that he feels there’s enough mutual affection and communication (Usually 5-7 dates)

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i am the first werewolf to feel regrets

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sworddanceswithwolves:

    Something familiar about this beast, but he can’t pick out just what it is. The noises it makes are almost pitifully agonizing, and Oki almost feels guilty to be pointing his blade at this poor creature. Perhaps it would give the beast some relief to be put down, then. If in death, it finds some form of relief, he can at least feel less upset about this. His jaw sets hard as the wolfish beast scents him, muscles taut while he grips the sword. It does not sound completely beastlike, it is as though, somewhere, the voice of a man is intertwined with the guttural groans and quivering growls.

    This beast is not like any demon he has seen before. As it moans, unleashing a cry that is almost melancholy in tone, gooseflesh prickles along his arms and his hackles bristle slightly in alarm. He notes that the beast itself does not yet attack, but the creatures rolling like ichor out of its fur are aggressive. They only add to the population of beasts seeking to wreak havoc, or so he would think. The smaller, skittering beast makes him uneasy. This whole situation is unsettling, but he refuses to let it reduce him to a fearful warrior. That is not his way, he has vowed to face foes regardless of what they are, so long as they are threatening the lives of others.

    In the dim light, a sheen of wetness catches on the small creature’s cheeks, tears rolling down its face. It’s enough to throw him off, but he instinctively swings the sword down as it charges, cleaving through the monster. The despairing outcry is pitiful and his heart burns with a strangely confused, unsettled guilt. Something familiar, he finds himself again focusing on what it may be. A glimpse of a string hanging beneath the larger beast’s neck and realization slowly dawns on him.

    Finally, it makes sense. His eyes snap wide in shock as he sees the necklace swaying beneath the beast’s haggard fur. Incense, sharp and nearly cloaked beneath the scent of blood and musk. That scent had been the first thing he noticed about the fellow hunter. He staggers back a couple of steps, taking in the tattered cloth stretched around the beast’s eyes, the torn clothes that almost look familiar, though ripped and covered in clots of grey fur.

    “–Gascoigne?”

     The wretched feeling of self-loathing burning through it’s mind, threatening to block out the few remaining shreds of humanity it still tried to cling to, to remember itself, to feel something beyond the hurt of it’s own misgivings and failures. 

     Rearing up on it’s hind legs, the Beast snarled out in response to the slash, the tiny form molded by it’s own grief fading away in black-ish smoke like a wisp with only a small cry. 

     It didn’t want to attack, it didn’t want to hurt, but the blinding pain of his own mind caused it to flex it’s claws, seeing the stranger as a threat to the safety of-- of what? Why did he feel so angry at the disruption to his pain? Not thinking, not wanting to think, the fur on his mane bristled, the muscles in it’s legs coiling to lunge--

A name.

     One it didn’t want to recognise. One that had been spoken to it in the same incredulous tone before so many times, just before the added hurt was packed in even tighter into the box he tried so desperately to contain it in. The innocent tilt of it’s daughters head as it came home covered in the gore of innocents. The horrified eyes of it’s partner as it mercilessly beat a man to death with it’s own fists. The terrified look of it’s wife as it approached with ragged breathes and raised weapon. The hoarse whisper of the one it had befriended on the bridge just before the burn of gunpowder of it’s throat--

     The beast clutched at it’s head, pulling back from it’s attempt to attack, shaking it’s head. Who was it this time? Who was it that called? Who was it that it wanted to kill so badly?

     It couldn’t think, and with the teeth that lined it’s split-open mouth, it couldn’t talk. All it did was snarl through the dim of it’s own mind, bristling at the other’s intrusion on it’s thoughts.