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𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖚𝖒.
𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝖇𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖆𝖑.
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Somebody is going to die today.
But definitely not the Yakuza heir, not on her watch.
“ ‘Fine.’ Sure, especially if it doesn't have an exit wound.” pain transcended language barriers, so she hoped sarcasm would as well. For sure he gets the full American experience, what are missing are some good old racism and police brutality- well, those two can be combined.
“We are stopping by one of my clubs which has doctors equipped to deal with this.” Rozália announced, trying to force some of the steel cold authority out of her voice, it wasn't exactly her place but couldn't have him keeling over on the sidewalk either.
“If I wanted you dead, you've already gave me too many openings. You being alive benefits me. A possible alliance. But if you die on my territory, I will have all the Yakuza accusing me of murder, and while I would survive a little war, right now I prefer good business over that.”
“Capisci ?” the head of the Viper Clan all but hissed; he definitely didn't understand the last word, least of her worries per moment
The risk of Ignazio's idiot men doing a victory round still in the cards; the old fool seriously thought she doesn't know his execution method/habit dating back forty years for now? She was sure even the machine guns weren't swapped, probably the reason why wasn't she hit from the speeding car, only her important guest and a few bystanders.
“My doctors are good. Silent as well. And you won't lose your masculinity if you leaned on me for support. Still better than falling face first, no?” her voice finally softened, trying her best to reassure despite the language barrier, which she honestly expected to be worse and wouldn't be surprised if his reply to that was a ‘Fuck you.’ either.
“I don’t care how tough you are. You can’t ignore that.” from mafia verse Rozy
HE HAD BEEN SHOT IN THE SIDE, gripping at it in attempt to keep the blood from spilling out of him. he was intending on walking to their destination with or without her, not wanting to stop for something as stupid as his health. it stung like hell, he couldn't deny that fact. the tension hung heavy in his eyebrows. the only part of his face that was there to show off his emotions so plainly. blood was seeping through his fingertips at an alarming rate, but he would continue to pretend that it wasn't bothering him. that they could continue to walk despite his injury. she wasn't having any of it. she didn't care that he could put up a show, or that he could hobble a walk if he really exerted himself.
❝ we don't have time for something like this. we can just tie something around it, and it will be fine. ❞ false assurance in his tone, he wants to be certain that things will be alright. he can show up a bloody mess to the house. no one would question a thing? or would they? the white of his button up was already soaked with blood, no salvaging that. his tie was pulled off to the side, trying to avoid any contact with the wound. his breath is heavy behind his mask, doing his best to keep it even. anything that will convince her that he is not struggling to the point that he cannot withstand walking. when in fact, his legs wanted to give out at any moment. he wanted to sit on the ground & give in, let the blood loss take him for a ride.
#🚬 mafia verse 🐍 | blood is on the dancefloor; look how the viper took you under with seven inches in#⚔ ic 🔥 | hunter; hussar; hellfire; horseman#saburaito#Italian: mildly pissed/annoyed#Hungarian: livid as fuck.
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300: Rise of an Empire (Noam Murro, 2014).
#⚔ irl / eva green 🔥 | face lost in the storm of history#⚔ wishlist 🔥 | l want to dance with somebody
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@saburaito
No one truly expected the 8'5 feet tall fighter to rely on acrobatics instead of her devastating raw physical strength. Yet she kept defying gravity in new ways every fight, making the building shake with the crowd's roar. The Viper Club had a history, a little older as her stay in Hell was, although not much. It was also painfully clear that the demon founding it favored her to any other fighter, no matter their potential or future achievements.
Which...ultimately wasn't surprising. A dragon among snakes, defending her undisputed throne with beautiful brutality. Rozália noticed the influx of new fighters with similar style, they were a welcomed change and challenge, both slippery and strong enough for her to truly play and make the victory nectar sweet. Skilled too, she absolutely had to resort to her arsenal of knowledge, had to win with finesse as well.
Rozália assumed they belonged to the same gang based on fighting style alone and unfortunately for them, they all wanted a till death match. Which she was more than happy to provide without the slightest flicker of pity. Ultimately, she respected opponents close to her level of skill. Metallic claws of her foot drummed lightly on his neck, still half unconscious from the fall before.
Vicious and victorious, she tore into his throat, claws sinking deeper and deeper into viscera as the crowd howled for blood shed by the Champion. After a few more seasons of basking in the roar, she had left the ring with a flourish pose.
Ebony hands lightly framed her face, the second set of arms skillfully massaging her wrist tendons, the third applying some kind of paste like cream which's recipe was a six sword guarded secret. Two pairs of calm cerulean eyes searched for any signs of mental distress, sometimes Athrox worried a little too much.
"I assume you've already made the connection." His voice calm and level as always, no matter what happened, how brutal her execution was, how severe her injuries were
“I know they are from the same gang and keep going for the till death option in a sense of honor and vengeance of their fallen. Who they are, better said were tied to, I haven't had time nor mood to investigate. You know how my official job is.” Rozália sighed and Athrox only smiled. By now she knew it was pride, he had to spell it out to her a century ago.
"You are forever getting better at the bait kicks. Haven't seen one so high yet." He praised again and she as usual didn't quite know how to react to something which wasn't criticism or mockery "And I have a feeling I might get a visit from the leader."
“And so do I a new challenger.” she half asked half spoken out loud
"That is something I don't know yet गुलाब."
#⚔ ic 🔥 | hunter; hussar; hellfire; horseman#saburaito#⚔fight moves claim / scott adkins 🔥 | l broke so many bones but 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 of them were my 𝐨𝐰𝐧.#oops accidentally giving Rozy a REAL father figure during the dadcourse 😂
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k.c cramm
#⚔about 🔥 | type to bring a sword to a gunfight 𝘢𝘯𝘥 win#⚔ musings 🔥 | everybody wants to go to heaven; but nobody wants to die#⚔ history 🔥 | the past bleeds into the present and there is so much blood#⚔ horseman of the apocalypse verse 🐎 | heaven couldn't keep her; hell couldn't hold her; they won battles but lost the 𝐰𝐚𝐫
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Don't ask me for relationship advice cause I'll tell you to kill him
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@saburaito
Heeled boots rhythmic clicks echoed through the silent streets, as suspected drawing a few less than savory lingering leers.
It took tremendous effort to keep her grin hidden and play the lost rich woman with a little too high slit dress a bit longer. Flickering lamps cast ominous shadows on her face, now well aware the pair of footsteps steadily following hers, the grip on the cane's handle tightening in excitement. The flex of long, elegant fingers were misinterpreted as a gesture of fear given by the faint snickers and the "Isn't it too cold out for ya in that pretty dress? I could warm you up!" explanation followed by many others in varying degrees of creativity
The lamp was broken when she decided to stop and turn around.
“I'm afraid I'm a little lost...my friend was supposed to pick me up somewhere” which was part truth, she had to weave her way out from the charity event, unseen both by airheaded guests and her bodyguards.
"We can show the way for a favor" followed by laughter until one finally ogled something else than her legs and realized the eyepatch covering her left eye "Holy shit the bitch is half blind!" Now that caused a snarl to ripple across Rozália's face, seems like she had grown too accustomed to people knowing and fearing her enough to not let even the thought of that cross their minds out of terror.
"Maybe completely" the otherwise silent one pointed at her cane and had the gall to wave his palms in front of her face
“Afraid I won't see your dick? Perhaps I should've bought magnifying glass too.” can't fit so much to the ridiculously tiny purse died on her tongue as greedy fingers grasped her from behind while the silent guy decided to backhand her; truly a magnificently witty comeback.
Her mind mostly focused on the plan and the pleasure ahead, the barrage of insults starting or ending with slut, bitch barely registering.
“My turn.”
Was the only warning before her legs snapped close on the man's neck while using the other for leverage. A vicious roll of her torso sent all of them to the ground, her actual weight and confusion playing a large role in it. Like an agitated snake, she shot up from the ground, her left hook carrying an unforeseen amount of power behind it, quickly followed by a clean uppercut with the opposite hand. Ogler joined his friends Groper and Silent on the pavement in disbelief and considerable amount of pain.
"What the fuck! Crazy bitch!" Groper decided to swing a faulty punch despite not being far off in his exclamation. Emerald eye blazed with bloodlust as she caught the arm, already bending it the wrong way as she slid closer
“So you don't want to fuck me anymore?” the fake innocence stark contrast against her demonic expression and intention; bones breaking and poking through skin after a smooth upwards wrench, followed by her forehead slamming against the bride of his nose.
A small click
Rozália turned with amusement at the pocket knife pointed at her with utmost determination.
"You don't have to be alive for me to fuck." Silent announced and that was a new one. She lunged for the familiar silvery glint in the darkness, with a twist freeing the glistening sword from the sheath.
“Mine's bigger I'm afraid.” Rozália laughed with twisted mirth, using the moment of surprise to both deliver a slash forward and to kick Ogler in a twisted dance she mastered the steps to long ago.
The fencing was short lived as Silent was trying to unsuccessfully breath through his slashed throat on his knees. Sharp heel slamming down to the crawling Groper's uninjured hand, causing the man to spiral into a desperate whirlwind of pleas and apologies. He would do anything. But what to do when she only wanted him to bleed ? In a last ditch attempt Ogler decided to charge at her with a broken bottle.
The crunch of bone accompanyied by thunder of heels, the scream cut short by a sword through the throat. And this is how euphoria felt. Only slightly ruined by the fact that the victory was against such unskilled lowlife opponents. Maneuvering through the limbs of corpses for the discarded sheath of her sword was when she felt the presence.
Head cocked slightly after the precise twirl around, still full offensive position but she hasn't lunged yet.
“You must be truly lost.” she came to the conclusion after taking in the man's clothing and ethnicity. And she wouldn't sink as low as shanking a lost foreigner- “But I do hope you have no plans about telling anyone about the little show here. Police needs a few unsolved cases to run after.” her instincts told her not to sheath her blade yet. The same ones that whispered her sister was unfortunately alive and well; she was compelled to believe them. Weapon lowered slightly, still not relaxed in terms of position, the Viper was waiting.
#⚔ ic 🔥 | hunter; hussar; hellfire; horseman#🚬 mafia verse 🐍 | blood is on the dancefloor; look how the viper took you under with seven inches in#saburaito#⚔fight moves claim / scott adkins 🔥 | l broke so many bones but 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 of them were my 𝐨𝐰𝐧.
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#....so how about I finally write this verse post sometime-#🚬 mafia verse 🐍 | blood is on the dancefloor; look how the viper took you under with seven inches in
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𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎�� - 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃, 𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐙𝐀 𝐎𝐂 — written by jack.
#⚔ promo 🔥 | l've had my eye on you#considering that actually I have a solid mafia verse I haven't written yet this is a double treat👀👀
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how do you need to be loved?
like lovers watching the sunset
calm, focused, tender. you need to be loved in the way teenagers kiss in the rain and giggle behind hands. you need to be loved like a child, taken care of, watched over, focused on. you need to feel the warmth of the sun, you need to feel the love rushing through your veins. you need to be reminded that love is worth it, and it’s beautiful to experience. you need to be loved in a way that is refreshing, again and again.
#⚔ personality 🔥 | crossed hussar swords shielding the blazing heart#and this is something she will NEVER admit loudly. the reasons why deserve an another novella headcanon post
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What is something about my portrayal[s] that sticks out?
Example being; my muses ticks they have, the way they talk, etcetera.
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Jasmine write a normal length for a starter challenge failed again
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@infernal-feminae
Unconsciousness wasn't bliss. It was a blind spot, and never in her lives could Rozália ever allow that to happen. Something was roaring in her chest, bile crawling up her throat despite...laying down? she presumed. Eyelids cracked open with great willpower behind the tiny movement, revealing unfocused but beyond furious draconic eyes trying to scan surroundings, not with much success so far. She was in open air. A relief. Didn't smell like garbage, drugs or alcohol-
A soundless snarl rippled across her features in frustration of her body's utmost refusal to cooperate, briefly interrupting her progress. Clean air. Lack of noise pollution. Slight sprinkle of flowers. A nice, well kept territory of the city, such as the Military District; but Rozália was far from optimistic. The flowers carried a slight scent which would've been masked if it wasn't for her familiarity with such stench.
Blood.
Now focusing on it, an overwhelming iron suffocated her overloaded senses, upper body muscles protesting agaist even the idea of sitting up; she had to confirm what she already knew. Why she always had to be right?
Her erratic heartbeat had nothing to do with fear, after all she was more than certain she cannot be consumed thanks to her blood that would burn through any sinner and demon like vicious acid. Before the fight...a white cloud accompanied by laughter. Chest pain, nausea, to her annoyance tremors and a pulse which probably would've put a human into an early grave; cocaine. More precisely cocaine overdose.
Her mind worked independently from her body, slowly but surely regaining basic motor functions, injuries registering, nothing too serious except that right leg; dislocated knee? No, upon feeling around it. More likely ligament damage. Her severe substance intolerance was a secret Rozália tried to keep six feet under, sealed with seven locks...yet someone knew. Someone with enough influence to actually send others after her, because she didn't want to dirty her new pretty little manicure. How she longed to rip Sakuya's nails clean out of the nailbeds.
A sharp yank on the seal containing raw destruction within for a quick heal and get the fuck out of this trap; healing wave never arrived, only her veins glowed brighter due to the trapped inferno. It took every ounce of self control to not curse the whore that birthed that slimy bitch in even more creative adjectives. Altered cocaine was it then. And then being tossed into the Colony which she had rightfully so razed to the ground exactly a ninety years ago.
Well, Rozália couldn't really go around asking for directions in the thankfully already darkening dusk. She needed a vantage point to figure out where she was and the closest route to her district now fortunately neighboring this vile gathering. Climbing definitely wasn't an ideal idea, metal creaking under her weight, clearly not used to heavier mass. Not the outskirts but not the center either, a long journey to northwest.
The creak of the door leading to the roof caused her to whirl around, hands flying to her swordbelt which wasn't there. Before the tidal wave of rage could verbalize, the man entered and was stuck staring at her with the same, abyss soulless eyes everyone possessed. Like a viper Rozália lunged, wrapping the fabric of her cape around his throat, a trained, almost ingrained move bordering on reflex.
Crimson eyes burned brighter as the man was feebly struggling against the hold; pathetic. Useless. Then going limp. It would be so easy to strangle him to death, break his neck with one move but...priorities. And for now Sakuya wasn't the first but Rosie. Along with making out with unfortunately as little attention as possible. The man faintly smelled of alcohol, his body rearranged into a slumped position to make it seem he had simply fallen asleep on the rooftop and she was only a figment of a nightmare.
With the check of her hidden daggers, all five intact and present, Rozália slipped into the cover of the slowly falling night. An uncomfortably familiar habit from a murdered era she never thought will have to resort to again.
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Polish winged hussar sabre, 17th century. Regarded by experts as the best cutting weapon ever devised.
#⚔ history 🔥 | the past bleeds into the present and there is so much blood#As I've said in the Combat post
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Fight talk on the dash *cough* @metaladam made me FINALLY write this post I've been wanting to in years.
War machine.
Rozália is an absolute, devastating all rounder when it comes to combat. Versatile in every way possible, if her hand to hand combat was to fail, she can fall back on weapon proficiency, if the situation gets worse she can spike it with her powers. If everything isn't enough, then comes the Hellfire as last resort of mass & raw destruction. She is extremely dangerous because she is both trained and by now in tune with her power.
Stats:
8'5 (260 cm) & weighs around 350 lbs (160 kg) of muscle and bone
15 years of general training regarding warfare & combat
Approximately 7-8 years of martial arts training
Honing, perfecting those skills over 170 years.
Can comfortably lift up to 400-460 lbs (180-210 kg), up to 660 lbs (300 kg) with effort; she doesn't risk going higher than that
Close combat: You don't want that to happen. One would logically think she is relying on her strength, instead the trick lies in acrobatics. Which brings to the first of many terrifying facts: she is fully in control of her body and bodyweight to be a taekwondo acrobat. Her physical strength isn't increased by any spell/magic/deal; she simply adapted to her height and weight in the afterlife with multiple training styles & heavy emphasis on own bodyweight training. Imagine the force her punch/kick can carry. Improvisation, adaption play a large role as well, she's versed in more than enough styles to mix them together as counter. No problems regarding endurance either, she's trained to participate in active warfare 24 hours straight, then oversee the damages, deaths, wounded, quick repair plans. Pain tolerance. That one stems from her terrific reaction regarding any substance; she hasn't taken any painkillers since the incident happened, worried how they would be amplified by her flawed system.
That left her growing almost comfortable with being in pain, making her tolerate almost ridicously high. And if it wasn't enough, that combined with her healing factor on steroids if the injury isn't from something angelic.
Her anatomy is perfectly designed for close combat: her feet are covered by armored plates with openings to allow desired mobility and flexibility with talons to not only bruise but shred with kicks:
Her horns are sturdy, sharp, tilted forwards and she totally impaled a few people before, making retaliating blows difficult if not outright dangerous to land
Her blood is liquid hellfire, so even if one succeeds in wounding her...well they are still getting the worst of it. A purely physical fight against her is rigged from the start due to her anatomy.
Still, there was one draw in her career: In the Viper club, where using magic in the ring is forbidden, against her own relative @phoenixborn who was generational traumatized by her existence & wanted to defeat her own literal demon haunting her since childhood. It wasn't because they were related and she let her off easy. But because Cindy, although not as durable but just as slippery and skilled, utilized joint locks and breaks. So Rozy couldn't really continue with a broken left knee and right elbow, healing would've taken too much time without her powers so...a very bregrunding draw. It wasn't the pain stopping her mind you. But the imbalance.
Armed combat: Almost as versatile as with her body and mindful of her surroundings, almost anything can be a weapon. That being said, her usual arsenal consists of her twin hussar swords (modeled after Polish winged hussar sabres), one blessed, one filled with and forged in Hellfire. Although traditional fencing isn't exactly how her style would be described, she still excels in as her own style with a sturdy base taught since early childhood.
Five short daggers with their grip, infused with her hellfire, therefore she is able to control the blades with her mind; faint crimson trails show the daggers' path. A silent, unexpected truly assassin weapon.
4.5 feet tall (54 inches), -not counting the hidden blades at the ends- recurve bow to cover long range. It also has a tiny scope above the grip which can be flipped out in case of using it very long range. The quiver of hellfire infused arrows is strapped to her right thigh; she is ambidextrous but prefers to handle this weapon with her right. Draw weight around 60-70lbs (27-31 kg). Perfectly able to handle heavier draw warbows as well as crossbows.
Thanks to her upbringing and the revolution Rozy is a great esquetarian, capable of precise archery from horseback along with the usual hussar techniques.
Modern guns, rifles, handguns are weapons she actually has a struggle using and would rather avoid. Along with more difficult/unorthodox weaponry such as zhua-iron claw designed to pull someone, off horseback, swordbreaker long daggers & hook swords. That she doesn't have enough experience with handling and/or effectively counter her own arsenal.
Hellfire: may god give you strength. You will need it.
#⚔ headcanon 🔥 | nem tudom mi vagyok; de tudom 𝐤𝐢 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐦#There's a reason why Scott Adkins is her fight claim#Conclusion: she's a fucking Terminator till someone throws a bag of coke at her.#Yes; I know how this looks; but I'm more than flexible to plan out fight scenes.
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Which tarot card are you?
death
you need rest. more than anything, you must allow yourself rest. death is frigthening– it is inevitable, it is unstoppable– but, it can also be a thing of great beauty. it is an agent of change. it is the forest fire that paves way for new life. allow yourself this rest, and be prepared for the change to come. brace yourself. it will be hard, it will not be kind, but you are more than ready. you just need to rest first.
NUMBER: 13
UPRIGHT: endings, change, transformation, transition
REVERSED: resistance to change, personal transformation, inner purging
#⚔ personality 🔥 | crossed hussar swords shielding the blazing heart#and then she becomes War so no rest the slightest even after the second death🙃#Day of stolen dash games
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What kind of love are you?
Love as a Choice
You choose to love. Love does not come to you easily, but every day you wake up and choose it. It would be so easy, wouldn't it, to grow cold and callous and grim. But you rise to greet the world, making the conscious effort to find something, anything to love. When you fall for someone, you do not kid yourself of their flaws. Instead, you resolve to see them for who they are, mistakes and all and you love them all the same. Your love is work, and it does not come easy. Your love sweats and toils. It is calloused and sunburned; it bears scars and comes with stories. Your love is worn, but it is no less valuable for it. Being loved by you is like being loved by a gardener, a mother, a teacher. Your love may not always be the simplest, but it is worth the effort.
#⚔ personality 🔥 | crossed hussar swords shielding the blazing heart#how fitting; she has every reason to shut love out of her life; due to the curse & personal experiences. love is weakness; creating a target#Yet she refuses to be controlled by any of those two reasons and willingly burn herself again & again if it comes to that
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Your take on Adam is impeccable. He is exactly like in the show (which is not a bad thing) yet even more annoying (again, not a bad thing!), much better rounded with an extremely unique depth that occasionally glints through every layer. And that depth is just perfect, an absolute delight to read, a brilliant contrast against his other traits, behavior. I also respect that you never were afraid to 'get your hands dirty' regarding the topics you've written, the epics that arched through blogs and I still vividly remember them like it happened yesterday. I was extremely glad when you returned to the rpc, you were really a missing piece for me from the grand picture & I'm overjoyed to come across your posts on the dash again💖
Likewise Jasmine, you are a huge piece and staple to my dash! Love seeing your drabbles, love having you involved when myself and other get into big story arcs and shit! Ur my second favorite Hungarian, only bested by my soon to be father in law! Been a true honor being your friend for over two years!
#⚔ save 🔥 | because having only one secret basement is not extra enough#the triple twist of this I swear.
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