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heredis-sanguinis · 6 days
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5. If you do believe in the afterlife, what kind of afterlife do you think awaits you?
10. Name one (or a few) people in your life whose death would ruin you.
Ask My Muse About Death
5. If you do believe in the afterlife, what kind of afterlife do you think awaits you? "I have often wondered this. A variety of theories regarding an afterlife exist, and also to the lack of one. None hold a definitive answer, however. And to my knowledge, none have ever come back and provided proof. I wonder if the Kindred know of such an existence. I would not know whether I believe in one or not, maybe I do or maybe I don't. If there is one however, and it is as most envision it, mine would not be a peaceful one, that is for sure."
10. Name one (or a few) people in your life whose death would ruin you. "'Ruin' is a strong word, for any death, to afflict me thus. Sure, there would be one or two that could cause me distress and sadness, to an extent. But as the mortals say: 'life goes on' and so does that of an immortal. Now, I do not claim to be entirely heartless, but such a death has yet to happen to one close enough to me. Therefore I do not hold a definitive knowledge how I would react. But I suppose your very own life being snuffed out, would be among those that could be counted among them, my dear. At least if it were not by my hand, off course."
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heredis-sanguinis · 6 days
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Are you afraid of dying?
Ask My Muse About Death
"I do not fear death, nor those that deal in it and come to claim the souls of mortals. I have come close to meeting them in feverous dance and conflict a great many times. But I remain among the living, for more than a millennia now. Some would question whether my longevity and immortality is due to a fear of the eternity of death, but they would be wrong. I fear very little in this world, death least of all."
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heredis-sanguinis · 6 days
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Ask my muse about death; 1, 11, 13.
Ask My Muse About Death
Have you ever come close to dying? "Many times, before I attained my longevity." He pauses for a moment, as the memories flooded back to him. It was not something he lingered on too much in the current day and age, having lived for centuries. "My master was not exactly the gentle type to govern and even teach anyone the art of his kin. A great many of my abilities were taught on a 'do or die' method. Then the many battles I waged in his name. Despite me commanding his warhost, he would not have any 'leader' stand on the sidelines. I was to fight alongside and risk my life. And so I did."
11. Who do you think would miss you most if you were gone? "Emilia, I am absolutely positive of that. We may be at odds often, but a partnership built over the span of almost a millennia is not without some form of respect and dare I say, friendship? I am well aware my very presence can annoy her to the hells and back, but she would be at a loss without me around."
13. If you had to choose a way to die, what would you choose? "You are asking me whether I would choose the Lamb's arrow or Wolf's fangs? The latter, off course. I never was one to choose the easy and silent way. I would have them make effort to claim my soul, before giving in to either. A last bloody dance for the greatest hemomancer to have ever walked this realm!"
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heredis-sanguinis · 10 days
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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements
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heredis-sanguinis · 11 days
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random headcanon q’s 
1. is your muse able to keep a secret?
2. is your muse skilled at using technology?
3. how skilled is your muse at communication? 
4. who would your muse consider their best friend?
5. are there any fears your muse still holds from childhood? 
6. what is something that ticks your muse off, no matter what?
7. what clothes does your muse feel most comfortable in? why?
8. how many fights has your muse been a part of? how did they fare?
9. does your muse have any nervous habits? (biting lip, fidgeting, etc.)
10. how often does your muse find themselves daydreaming? what about?
11. how often does your muse cry? do they cry silently, privately, or out in the open?
12. what is a lesson your muse’s parent(s)/guardian taught them that they still hold onto?
13. is your muse proficient at any musical instruments? how long did it take them to learn?
14. does your muse prefer cooler or warmer weather? how does the heat/cold affect them?
15. does your muse know how to cook? what is the most complicated dish they’re able to make?
16. is your muse argumentative? if not, what is a topic they feel strongly enough about to argue for?
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heredis-sanguinis · 11 days
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Ask My Muse About Death
Send my muse one or a few of these questions (all of them related to death, life after death, etc. so please read with that warning in mind)
Have you ever come close to dying?
What do you think is the worst possible way to die?
Do you think there’s life after death?
If you were reborn as someone/something new, who or what would you want to be?
If you do believe in the afterlife, what kind of afterlife do you think awaits you?
Have you ever taken someone’s life?
Are you afraid of dying?
Do you ever wish you were immortal?
If you are immortal, do you ever wish you were mortal instead?
Name one (or a few) people in your life whose death would ruin you.
Who do you think would miss you most if you were gone?
Name one person you’d protect even if it meant sacrificing yourself.
If you had to choose a way to die, what would you choose?
Have you ever seen someone die (but you didn’t cause it)?
Has someone ever tried to severely hurt you?
Could you kill someone if it meant protecting yourself or someone else?
If you could meet someone who has died, who would it be?
Do you believe the dead ever come back to walk the earth?
Have you ever seen a ghost/spirit?
If you’ve ever had a near-death experience, describe what happened and what you saw/experienced.
BONUS: FOR UNDEAD/SPOOKY MUSES
How did you die?
What’s the last thing you remember before death?
Is the afterlife/undeath exactly as you pictured it to be?
What do you consider yourself (ghost, zombie, spirit, etc.)?
Do you wish you were alive and mortal again?
Was death frightening to you?
What have you learned since your death?
When you meet living people, are they afraid of you?
If you could be brought back to life, would you accept?
Did you return for a reason?
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heredis-sanguinis · 20 days
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//Not even 2 minutes after that last post and I said to my friend on VC that my brain is dying. And at the same time I see @piltover-sharpshooter type those words in a Discord server...
People... The level of our shared braincell :v
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heredis-sanguinis · 20 days
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💸🐋
Getting to know you Questions for the Mun!
💸- If you had a billion dollars and could only spend it, what would you buy first? -Already answered- BUT There's also a good chance I'd just be generic and go for affordable living space for myself. I don't have a need for mansions or anything. 'Just a single house big enough for myself, with some land/garden space around and no directly attached neighbours to the building' Which is quite a luxurious thing as it is, imo.
🐋- share a Weird/funny story? Oh man, these are always the hardest for me. Simply because I can never think of any when being asked these sort of things. My mind literally blanks on them, because nothing gets either label for me hahaha. I guess what always strikes me as any funny situation/story/anything is how much @piltover-sharpshooter and myself think/act alike. Like, to a T. Almost every time we chat we have the whole Spiderman/men-pointing-at-each-other-meme situations.
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heredis-sanguinis · 20 days
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💸- If you had a billion dollars and could only spend it, what would you buy first?
Getting to know you Questions for the Mun!
💸- If you had a billion dollars and could only spend it, what would you buy first?
I'd probably buy every Collector's Edition of my fave games that I don't own yet. I have a collection of about 300 physical games so far. A few series I collect and attempt to keep complete, but some still elude me to this day due to their prices being too dang high for me to merit paying for them, hehehe.
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heredis-sanguinis · 21 days
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🍔- Favorite food? & ⌛️- Last thing you did before logging in? & ⭕️- Favorite Pokemon?
Getting to know you Questions for the Mun!
🍔- Favorite food? Sushi, definitely sushi. Well... Ice cream also is an absolute fave, but does that count as 'food' or as 'dessert'? -thinking- Can I cheat and say both? Both is good, yes? ⌛️- Last thing you did before logging in? Well, when I reblogged the prompt, which was when I 'actually' logged in, I was at work. BUT, after finishing work, coming home, having a nap and everything. I played Final Fantasy XIV. Yeah, big shocker, the game I've been playing for over a decade now was what I was doing before anything else XD ⭕️- Favorite Pokemon? I absolutely adore Noibat (and Noivern) Bats are my most favourite animals and bat Pokemon are no different~
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heredis-sanguinis · 21 days
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Getting to know you Questions for the Mun!
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heredis-sanguinis · 24 days
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send me a misconception you think people have about my character and I'll explain if it's true or not.
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heredis-sanguinis · 24 days
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@angelicxlly
No words came in response from the hemomancer, yet. In silence he looked at his most precious companion. His friend, and possibly only real one at that. The one person that had nested their way into his heart. His love. Watching her to try and sit up, fighting the pain and fatigue that came from her current state. A rage brew deep within him. He would raze the entire Empire if needed to find those responsible. Death would be too big a mercy for them. Eternal suffering at his hand would hardly be enough. And he had the means to do exactly that if he so wished to do.
"Mon papillon..." The words soft as a whisper. His digits traced some of the marks that were now visible to regular sight. Marks that he knew well, even if she rarely allowed even him to gaze upon them. Scars, burns and textures of marred skin. Evidence of her past struggles. But mostly, of her survival. Hands moving to cup her face lightly, with him leaning in to place a soft kiss on her naked lips. Pale eyes meeting her golden gaze intensely. "You, Emilia, are as beautiful as ever." he proclaimed, his thumbs caressing her cheeks for the moments that followed.
Releasing their hold from her cheeks, Vladimir's hands moved to her arms. The cuts and other wounds still fresh on her porcelain skin. Defensive wounds perhaps? The details were irrelevant for him at this moment. He could sense the interfering substance that penetrated her body easily from these. His fingertips tingled at the mere vicinity of it. Healing her would take time. Much longer than normal, as the petricite continuously would siphon his hemomancy in any attempt, rendering his attempts less than effective. Regardless of diminishing returns, any relieve he could offer was worth his attempts for him. And as his magic flowed from his hands to her wounds, his pale eyes washed over in a crimson hue; the tell-tale sign he was actively and forcefully using his abilities.
Without looking up at the invading beams of light past the curtains, nor at Emilia he eventually answered her earlier question. "It is well past noon by now. Midday perhaps. Perhaps your slumber gave you half a day at least. Not nearly enough..." Seconds, minutes passed with painstakingly slow mending of her damaged skin. It annoyed him that something like this could counter his entire craft so easily. And eventually he felt he had to cease the casting. His magical reservoirs were vast, due to his mixed blood. But not vast for the seemingly endless voraciousness that petricite had for magic. The lack of sleep did not aid him in the slightest either.
"I shall have my most trusted be at your beck and call while you are here. They shall provide you with whatever you desire. And suffice to say, Carmine and August will remain nearby as well. Though I doubt they need to have me order them to 'play' guard dog for you."
"You need to rest... As much as possible, until this cursed material has been removed." he said, whilst slowly standing up. "Until then, you are not to be out without an escort at least. Preferably myself..." The latter sounded less like an advice and more like an order or assignment.
{ ⟡ } —· Deep in her slumber, the Enchantress had finally found relief –Separating herself from the loathsome & dreadful recent memories, her mind attempts sinking solely among better times. Before Noxus, before the Iron Revenant, before the terrifying & hurtful taste of runic iron in her once pristine skin… Her dreams are quick on bringing her into a land of safety / unquestionably, a luxurious eccentricity: perhaps influenced both by the unnoticed spell bestowed upon her magicless silhouette & how she was surrounded by entirely his belongings & familiar fragrances – curious how deeply her trust in him would root; even if she wasn’t certain he wouldn’t move away from her side, she just knew how nothing could reach to her in this place…
…&so even nightmares stayed at bay, allowing her to remember with heartfelt melancholy &almost tangible detail: The sun rays glistening & daring to trespass above the tallest trees, singsong birds fearlessly hopping from one branch to another. Glowing entities carrying beauty across the gales, as flowers of every kind blossom in meadows extending as far as the eyes could be able to follow. Carnations, chrysanthemums, lavender & wild roses conquer the fields as the true monarchy of this lands, in a reign which needs no army nor gold. They are the shadows of the stars above, reflecting& keeping secrets, as the nymph dances among her sisters of the woods in improvised stargaze &with music played by the night orchestra of cicadas, owls & songs in a long-lost tongue, impossible to translate into any human dialect. There’s no true time, &perhaps: there’s no real language neither but the subtle melodies of the souls, the woven pure sorcery in gestures of warm hands & the perfect equilibrium between fauna, florae & ethereal.—Harm may be unavoidable; but it has been long since her unconsciousness has been so peaceful to even bring tears gently sliding down her porcelain visage as the night carried on from dusk to the blessing dawn.
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heredis-sanguinis · 25 days
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👄 + Sivir
‘👄 + character name’ and my muse will say if they find them attractive.
"Sivir...?" the man thought on the name for a few moments. Familiar, but not entirely known to him.
"Was there not a Shuriman mercenary of sorts that we had the Du Couteau scion contact and work with for a mission in a Shuriman tomb, some time ago? Emilia handles those sort of affairs more than me, honestly. But I did catch a glimpse or two of the mark in question, buried in the paperwork back then. If they are the same, then Shuriman beauty has certainly manifested quite well in her."
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heredis-sanguinis · 25 days
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Pale eyes as the moon in the sky gazed upon the nightly skyline of Nocus Prime.
In his hand, a crystal wineglass with a deep crimson wine, from his personal collection.
Aereating the wine lightly, he took a slow long sip. Behind him, on a side table, a ordinary looking box rested. Ordinary, save for the branded crest of a diamond shape, with a swirl on the south point, going inward.
“She should have received the bird by now…” he mused, as he continued his thoughts as to the preparations he had to commit to.
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heredis-sanguinis · 25 days
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reblog if your muse is   ( D R A M A T I C ™ ) 
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