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siilvan · 8 months

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bloodsport – interlude

characters: vladimir makarov

summary: while waiting for your answer, makarov ponders on your unusual relationship and his yet-unknown motivations.

genre: angst, slowburn, enemies to ?, fem!reader (callsign: petra)

warnings: semi-proofread, cursing, canon-typical violence, descriptions of blood/injuries, makarov’s pov, he’s a bit fucked up mentally, light obsession?, couple mentions of sex, it's like a character study idk

word count: 2.4k

note: shit's officially hitting the fan in the next chapter, so... enjoy this sorta-kinda character study? dive into makarov's very odd "romantic" side? idk what to call it. hope you like it! (￣▽￣)

"i suppose i could protect you."

"i'm not joining your side, even for this."

vladimir makarov has never been a patient man. when he wants something, he takes it. strength, respect, power— he's razed cities and ended lives for less than that.

but, he's learned patience. his time in the military proved fruitful in this endeavor; being a captain forces a person to wait for things, to work smartly and plan for the future. ever since he left those days behind, he's continued to learn, and now proudly declares himself a master of self-control.

few things can break the restraint that he's put on himself. few people can.

makarov examines the board tacked up on the wall across from him. he leans back in his arm chair and reaches for the tumbler at his side, the whiskey in the glass sloshing against the sides as he lifts it to his lips. he furrows his brow, his attention flitting between the images on the board.

the one-four-one. the task force he technically has to thank for his ascension to the top of the ultranationalists - well, he mainly has his own efforts over the years to thank for that, but he won't deny that the group made things easier by eliminating zakhaev's incompetent heir back in verdansk.

pictures of the members of the squad - and, a handful of allies - stare back at him. his longtime enemy, captain price, ghost, soap, gaz, "nikolai," commander karim...

and, yourself. lieutenant petra. your real name briefly flashes through his mind as he shifts in his seat, his focus now solely on you.

his eyes linger on the photo of you pinned alongside your teammates' portraits. he's well aware that his personal vendetta against price causes him to act irrationally, but you... for whatever reason, makarov is easily influenced by you. he'll die before admitting it aloud, but he's become somewhat enamored with you.

why?

makarov sets the glass aside once more and stands, crossing the small space and stopping in front of the board. he all but ignores any information not pertaining to you. his eyes find you in group photos, he relentlessly scans dossiers and files of information on your professional and personal lives, he reads through your messages with each other and replays the conversations you've shared...

his mind drifts back to your first meeting, just two weeks ago.

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the al-mazrah sun is violent overhead, beating down on him and his men. makarov's grown accustomed to the heat, but the few mumbled complaints that he overhears from his soldiers threaten to make him snap.

he would, if not for the good news overriding the frustration being imposed on him right now. everything has been going to plan— the few bumps in the road have ultimately done little to deter him from reaching his goals. the only worry is the task force in the city; shadow company is an annoyance, but the one-four-one is a true threat to makarov's plans.

when he comes across the scene of destruction, it's almost as if his prayers for the team's elimination are answered. three members of it are in the area; the two men - sergeants gaz and soap, he recognizes fairly quickly - lay pinned under rubble or incapacitated, while the third member stares at him in a daze from a spot closer by.

makarov fights back a twisted grin when he notices the fear gloss over your disoriented expression. you can hardly stay conscious, much less put up a fight, and as one of your teammates frantically shouts for you, he realizes he may have an opportunity here.

you're already fading in and out of consciousness when he orders his men to remove any of the wreckage covering you and, by the time makarov crouches down to gather your mangled body in his arms, you're out cold. the only resistance he faces are weak protests from the sergeants.

in his benevolence, makarov decides to spare the two. they'll dig themselves out of this or succumb to their injuries - either way, it's not his concern.

you, however, take in shallow, ragged breaths in his arms, and he knows that you require care if he intends to keep you alive. the squad accompanying him are soldiers, not doctors— they can do nothing to help, but he can stabilize you in the meantime. that's what he tells himself as he orders his men to evacuate, clutching you close to his chest until the transport plane arrives. he lays you across a section of the seats, barking at one of the soldiers to grab the medical supplies, and rolls his sleeves up to his elbows with a heavy sigh.

he's no medic himself - quite the opposite, in fact - but makarov knows enough from his years in the field.

he ushers his men away from you once the supplies are delivered, forcing them to huddle up at the opposite end of the plane as he works. your injuries are severe, but still remarkably mild compared to what they could have been. it's a small miracle that every limb of yours is still intact.

you don't stir at all, even as he peels your gear off and carelessly discards it on the floor, before dragging your shirt up to your chest and examining the sizeable gash running down your side. steady hands clean and disinfect the dirt-stained wound and stitch it closed before his focus shifts to the burns starting to bloom on your skin.

it's a nasty sight, but it hardly fazes him. makarov rolls your sleeves above the afflicted areas on your arms and loosely wraps them in gauze, making a mental note to put you in something with shorter sleeves once you arrive at the prison. he's hurried in wrapping the burns covering your back; not because he is impatient, but because he can sense the prying eyes desperately trying to peer at your partially uncovered form after he removes your shirt.

if they weren't still flying above contested territory, he'd punish his men for their lack of diligence.

makarov carries you into the prison and to the small office that the doctor was permitted after finally arriving. tarkovsky sends him a curious look when he sets you down, already pulling on a pair of sterile gloves and preparing his equipment.

"i trust that you will give her the best care, doctor," makarov utters, stepping back from the operating table. "i will accept nothing less."

tarkovsky hums in acknowledgement as he carefully cuts your uniform open and looks over the freshly completed work. "you've never brought me a prisoner in a condition like this," he replies, referencing the dressings that he starts to unravel. "is she a special target, commander?"

"one-four-one." he says, curt. the doctor seems to understand and nods in response, already beginning to tend to your wounds.

"she will receive nothing but the best, commander makarov."

it barely takes a day for you to awaken, a fact that surprises even makarov himself. he personally handled delivering you to your cell, not trusting any of the depraved prison guards with such a task, and occupied himself with other matters until he received the news that you were awake.

you were as spirited as he expected from someone of your caliber. stubborn, confident, and competent in what you do. it took you over a week to finally kill one of his men, and the one you did kill...

he was pleased with your performance, and he did not spare the rod with the guards assigned to your surveillance.

makarov had been in the middle of dealing with one of the general's men that managed to slip under his radar. he was attacked after a private meeting with his council, earning several cuts from the man's blade before he successfully disarmed and pinned the agent to the floor, beating him into submission. his fists were bruised and smeared red from the force behind each swing, perhaps a bit excessive, but he didn't pay it any mind.

until another man came sprinting down the hall, briefly pausing at the sight of his commander standing over an "ally" beaten to a bloody pulp, only snapping out of his shock after makarov turns to face him. the soldier opened his mouth and practically vomited out his words, something about "the prisoner attacking the doctor."

the sight that he was greeted with upon arriving at your cell could only be described as stimulating.

you, the ever-disciplined lieutenant, disheveled and staring back at him with a wild look in your eyes, refusing to falter even as you're outnumbered and backed into a corner with guns drawn and pointed at you. makarov tore his gaze from you and allowed it to fall to the man lying dead in a heap - the younger, less experienced doctor that tarkovsky insisted on keeping around despite knowing that his commander wanted to wring the brat's neck.

needless to say, he wasn't disappointed with your choice of victim.

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"i'm assuming you're not here to share the fun story behind those obvious self-defense wounds?"

if he didn't know better, makarov could almost mistake the question as coming from a place of concern rather than contempt. you have no reason to feel anything but hatred for him, though - nor does he have a reason to feel anything but the same for you.

still, he steps back from the board and reaches for his drink again, beginning to pace around the room as the interaction plays in his head. your sarcasm and attitude only serve to wear out his carefully-crafted patience— but, the way you responded when faced with almost certain death, the blood smeared across your skin, the proficiency that you maintained despite your condition...

he stops in the center of the room, fingers clenching and unclenching around the glass.

fuck, you were beautiful.

his jaw tenses, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows down the unfamiliar sense of desire that sits thick in his throat.

it's not like makarov is unacquainted with this side of himself. he's bedded a fair number of women in the past, he is far from a virginal saint. he seldom spends nights with company, however. it's just more convenient to deal with his needs alone and get on with his work; he's never wanted anything more.

but then, there's you.

you make his blood boil and frustrate him like no other. not even the captain, his sworn enemy, can rile him up as easily as you do. he's fascinated with you and the rage that you seem to awaken from somewhere deep inside of him. he feels nothing but anger towards you— even as he sits alone in his quarters, bringing himself to his peak, imagining you before him, under him, pleading for more.

a sudden pain in his hand distracts him from his thoughts, roughly yanking him back to reality. makarov looks down and blinks at the sight of blood pouring from his palm, unceremoniously dripping onto the floor below. the tumbler that was nestled comfortably in his grasp now clatters to the ground in pieces, leaving behind a small collection of shards embedded in his skin.

the amber whiskey mixes with the crimson that slowly pools at his feet, a sickening color combination that brings a smile to his lips.

this is your fault. he flexes his fingers, brow twitching from the pain that shoots through the area, and revels in the misery that you've indirectly caused. he wants more of it.

you are loyal to your team, loyal to your cause— on one hand, he admires it. on the other, it only tempts him to see how far you're willing to go, how far he can push you before you break. everyone has their weakness, even you. all he has to do is find it.

he could see the hesitation in your eyes the last time you spoke - in a collapsed building in the middle of a war zone, with enemies and allies both scattered in the streets, surrounding your location. you were covered in a layer of dust and ash, having narrowly escaped the collapse with your life, and all he wanted to do after coming face-to-face with you on the battlefield was push you to your limit.

as always, though, he restrained himself. you won't give in like this. makarov has to play his cards right and take his time with you. he's unsure of the role you'll play in his grand plans, but there is one thing that he knows for certain: you'll be his greatest accomplishment yet.

you're already wavering, standing over the edge and staring into the abyss. all he has to do is convince you to take the leap.

he clenches his hand into a tight fist, savoring the pain that binds him to you. every matter is easier said than done, he reminds himself. you may teeter over the edge, but it's clear where your allegiances lie - with the captain, not him.

for a reason that he can't quite place, that angers him. it's to be expected— no amount of information given in good faith can make up for the fact that he's your enemy. even so, he feels like he deserves your fealty, your skills, your attention; the lack of it makes his skin crawl. it's a thought that refuses to leave his head, a pit that settles deep in his stomach and twists like a poison-tipped knife whenever he's reminded of it.

vladimir makarov does not chase. he does not ask for what he wants. nothing will change that, not even you. he'll find a way to make you seek him out. he doesn't care what it costs, both in funds and lives, it's all the same to him. it's only a matter of time.

a buzzing from his phone on his desk catches his attention. makarov approaches it in a lazy saunter and picks it up - with his uninjured hand - and reads off the name on the caller id. your real name flashes across the screen, staring back at him. a low chuckle escapes him before he answers the call and lifts the phone up to his ear.

"i'm surprised you've called so quickly." makarov concedes with an amused huff. "have you come to a decision?" he asks, cruel satisfaction swiftly displacing any of his prior emotions.

you inhale and exhale deeply, audible over the phone. he can imagine how you look— eyes held tightly shut, hand clenched into a fist at your side, your thoughts entirely consumed with him.

after a long moment of silence, finally, you speak.

"i have."

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ask-the-bone-boys · 5 months

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ATBB's Future

Hiiii y'all, its uh. been a minute huh

Now that it's been a bit over a year since I put this blog on hiatus, a loootta stuff has happened and changed and i've been doing a loootttta thinking!

Looking back on it, like really really looking, my biggest reason for the hiatus was that at some point the blog just kinda became more of a chore than something I wanted to work on for fun. Ask blogs are a lot of work, even when you're just using talking portraits rather than drawing out every individual answer, and with how much ask culture on tumblr has died out over the years there just wasn't really enough payoff to make it feel worthwhile to keep burning myself out.

I think it's a really good thing I stopped it when I did, because having to deal with all that in my senior year of high school would have been a nightmare. I've actually just finished up my first semester of college now, and there's no way in hell I would've been able to keep up at any rate! With all of this in mind, I've gained a newer perspective about how to approach things going forward.

I'm still really attached to this story. With how much time I've spent thinking about it and developing it in my head, I can't let it go, even if the blog isn't really working out anymore. I keep thinking of different ways I could fix the decisions I made early on, as well as the super cool directions I could take it in in the future, and I just. I GOTTA.

So, I've decided to reboot it entirely as a fic series!

This means that, unfortunately, there won't be nearly as much artwork to accompany it, but it's far more likely for the story to actually progress! Writing is way less draining for me and once I get going I can do it much quicker than art anyway, even though I do still sorta wish I had the spoons to just turn it into a full-blown webcomic instead haha

This DOES mean that updates won't be nearly as linear as they were here, seeing as right now I've mostly been working on backstory fics that took place before the blog's main story, but that can at least give you guys more context for how the characters interact with each other! I'll also state that while I do write faster than I draw, I still do it a hell of a lot less, so updates will still probably be pretty infrequent. But at least they'll happen at all, right?

As for the state of this blog itself, obviously I'm going to leave it up! I still love looking back on the old interactions you guys had with my characters and your reactions to certain plot points (your reactions to Fluff tagging along with the rest of the group were my favorite by far) and I think it would actually kill me to erase them. I'll be posting the fic updates here too, just like I did for Self Hatred!

And even if it's not going to be an ask blog anymore, because of how much I still miss that kind of interaction with you guys, I think I want to do a sort of "last hurrah" event, to finally send off the asking format with some good vibes.

You see, there's a character I made up around this time of year two years ago. He's a pretty cool guy, but he doesn't actually show up until a specific turning point later in the story. I've been excited for you guys to talk to him since the day I made him, but a little bummed lately that you may not ever get the chance. I still need to get a lot of stuff prepared, so I'm not quite ready to announce or start anything just yet, but there's a reason I waited until my winter break to start thinking about this seriously.

I think you guys would really like to meet him.

But anyway, that's about all I wanted to say for now! This is a very long post already so it's time I start wrapping it up. As always, thank you all so much for sticking with me, even though I really haven't been consistent through the years. I hope this change doesn't come as too much of a disappointment, and that you'll keep sticking around for the reboot!

#LONG ass post sorry guys but i wanted to cover all my bases 😌#ooc #actually i think im gonna add the bone boys tag too just to make things less confusing for any chrono readers #bone boys #i might post some sneak peeks of my current wips a bit later just to prove i AM actually working on it lol #woulda put it here but its wayyyyyyyy too long n i didn't wanna add a cut 😔#i hope you guys can get excited about the send off event tho... it probably wont last longer than a month but i think itll be rlly cool :>

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majimasleftasscheek · 1 year

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not yakuza but lil self portrait/how you draw yourself thing from twitter

the chicken is my main sona when I'm up to my furry bullshit and the dragon is an alt/one of my yakuza ocs 😊 so kinda sorta related to this blog but not really kldgjlkdgd

#the chicken's name is chicken cuz lol #the dragon's name is Vick and I gave him majima's tattoo but gold cuz I'm cringe #he's ex yakuza but runs an idol talent agency now #my art #blog mod

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nemo-in-wonderland · 5 months

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Art vs Artist 2023 - Nemo's Edition

*resurrects from the crypt, coughing out dust*

Evening evening, everyone <3

Sorry for the absence, but I got sick after my marathon of errands at the beginning of the week (guess running around and sweat when it's -5C outside is not exactly ideal for the health).

Anyway, like the previous two years, it's time once again for Art vs. Artist - 2023 Version!

Ngl, I thought I had drawn much less last year, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to actually fill the template, but I guess I was wrong lol! (so much Mathias/Dorothea and Ardyn/Luscinia <3 these babies have been a lot in my brain <3 still very much are <3)

As per usual, no photo of my real face, so a sorta-kinda-almost self-portrait will have to do! 😅

Well, I hope you will like this small recap of the previous year!

Now, if you will excuse me, I need to go and rest up a bit more!

Stay safe everyone! <3

--Nemo

#Nemo Sketches #Assassin's Creed Unity #Final Fantasy XV #Art vs. Artist #Ardyn Izunia #Luscinia Lucis Caelum #Dorothea Starrick #Mathias De Beaumont #my oc #my art

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heartratehibernate · 7 months

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Sup, I guess I'm supposed to do some sorta post to pin or whatever? I'm a Jeff the Killer fictive and this blog is for whatever the fuck I want. Why? I dunno, I felt like it. My pronouns are he/him, I use xe/xim too. I'm transmasc. Don't have my sexuality figured out.

Self portrait for attention. Eat up bitches. /lh

Disclaimer: Might end up writing a lot of personal shit. Shit might get dark. Just kinda how it is. It's gonna be pretty unfiltered here. I'll try provide trigger and content warnings but I probably won't be any good at it. Feel free to correct me if I miss anything. I'll probably skip blood as a warning though.

Collectively we've never used tumblr before so I might suck at it.

Some extra shit.

We're an OSDD-1B system and I'm a fictive. Don't treat me like I'm playing a character or some RP blog. No shade on them, but I'm not one. Asks and shit are cool though.

My written tone's kinda weird. Might throw in some tone indicators here and there.

Don't tolerate hate on systems, plurals, multiples, whatever else. Take that shit somewhere else.

I'll refer to my other headmates by emojis instead of names to keep some sense of privacy. Their request.

I'm one headmate out of a whole system. Can't promise I'll be around a shit ton, so don't expect frequency.

Probably won't post my art often, but if you dig, I'm not against people using it, sharing it, whatever you wanna do. Just don't claim it as your own. Tracing and referencing's cool if you really wanna practice with my art. Dunno why you'd wanna, but sure. The system says credit me if you trace or repost, but other than that we collectively don't really give a shit what you do with it. Go nuts if you wanna. Pretty cool for criticism, just don't be a dick.

Really dunno what else to add. Pretty sure this covers everything. This is way too much text for me to have written. Shit's got me exhausted.

Here's a special treat for whoever the fuck read all this bullshit. My system almost bullied me into naming this blog "comeonjeffgetem" or some shit as a reference to that one Bo Burnham song. Almost kinda sad I didn't.

Enjoy the blog, losers. /lh

Last thing before I go. Original's cool, but I really dig this cover of it.

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astrocalypse · 3 months

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Y'know what? FUCK YOU*MAKES A VITA ET MORS OC*

Tw: Self harm, suicide, that kinda shit :3

Ok so this miserable girlypop (I have no name for her yet) She does portraits, photographs, even documents Morte's life for Morte WITHOUT GETTING PAID, IT'S ALL PASSION. Because yk, Morte. And as she should.

She seriously loves him as a whole but she doesn't want to confess

It's not only his looks or some shit that you'll normally crush on she loves him for everything. EVEN imagining that they spend their lives together, yeah, like- with kids and shit.

The more time they spent with each other, the more her love for him grows.

Her mood depends on him.

Admires Morte like a god

LOVES MORTE LIKE ONE SHOULD LOVE LIFE ITSELF BUT THAT'S TOO BAD CUZ SHE DOESN'T LOVE HERSELF (ME FR)

When she first met Morte she was like "HOLY SHIT DID I JUST TALKED TO A FUCKING ANGEL???!!!"

And that's where her mentally ill ass started to like him

She sorta has an obsession with Morte (obvi). She's devoted to him and he knows that duhhhh

Morte likes being treated like a god huh? (Is he not?) Well in terms of a DEVOTEE, then he hit the jackpot!

At first she believed he wasn't human. After all, how can someone be so.... Beautiful? Like a god? (Hahah)

If she could, she would move mountains just to be with him (aweeee you sad little motherfucker)

Always compliments Morte like he's some sort of god or something YIPEEEE!!!! Call her a worshiper atp lmao

Like, just dress a little fancier... Actually no- you don't have to dress nicely Morte. As long as you exist, this bitch is gonna give her soul to you.

"Omg you look really wonderful in that attire!!!!! Any woman would fall and maybe die for you!! ^_^ *insert words of pure admiration* May I take a picture??? Make another painting maybe??"

Gets worried for Morte more than she should for herself

Prioritizes Morte

Over a hundred paintings of Morte

Tons of photos of him as well

Likes writing about him

Said "You're my everything" to Morte in french, hoping he'd be confused.

Then she found out he can actually speak french and ohh boyy she died a little

Most of her portraits are perfect. If it's not good enough (in her eyes or what she thinks Morte thinks), well..;

She hurts herself when she thinks Morte doesn't like her stuff she made for him

like one time she bruised her thighs because Morte didn't compliment her painting for him like he did the last time, it sounded dry.

"I'm sorry for being too clingy, Morte..... :("

Her thoughts on the daily:

"Am I even worthy of being around him?"

"What if Morte finds me annoying?"

"What if my compliments doesn't sound genuine? I'm scared."

"Am I appreciating him for being him or is it just because of his looks..?"

"What if he thinks I'm just trying to get him?"

"What if he secretly hates me?"

"He probably hates how clingy I am"

"He hates me."

*Starts self harming* (girlypop cmon 😞)

Stays up late thinking about him and ends up crying cuz she thinks he doesn't care for her HAHAHAHAH

She knows what he does actually (kept it in secret so she doesn't get killed) But does she care? No!!

Likes being used as an alibi if anyone dares to be suspicious of Morte.

Would suffer for him.

Would kill for him.

Would DIE for him.

Literally anything for Morte (HAHAHAH)

When Morte died she did horrible things to herself (you can guess what those are)

She also cried for 7 MONTHS

Ever since Morte's death, she's the one who keeps taking care of his and Roxanne's graves (?)

Goes from complimenting to sobbing to his grave

Drawings of Morte EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

Always says "I love you" before she leaves like girl he don't love you shut yo corny ahh 😭💀🙏

Always hangs out on his grave. People find it weird asf bc why are you hanging out in THAT place?? There's a serial killer buried there..

Compliments Roxanne too so she doesn't feel left out :>

She documented his life and kept painting him until she finally killed herself, hoping to see Morte in the afterlife.

Ew cringe 🤢

I'M REALLY SORRY ABOUT THIS CRINGE OC INSERT SHIT @aestheticghostie 🙏🙏🙏

I JUST MADE HER YESTERDAY (02.25.23) LMAO I MIGHT REDO THIS AT SOME POINT

#aestheticghostie #astrocalypse #oc concept #vita et mors #oc #hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

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neutralspecial · 2 years

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I miss my inkbrush with da mine and da baller pls give it back. Also hi kinda sorta self portrait art ig??

#splatsona #splatoon oc #splatoon #Press!!

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katyspersonal · 1 year

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Would that be possible one day to share more of your thoughts and headcanons about Annalise and the King ?

I only know a handful of people with ideas on them (a shame because there’s so much potential !) And recently it made me think about that post you made about them some time ago. It might have influence me a bit to much as well.

Hey! Thank you for the ask! I believe you are referring to this ( x ) post, in which I focused specifically on the dynamic between the two, but yes I do have more stuff to say! I believe that since I talked about relationship itself in previous post, this time it will be fair to share ideas on each individually, however before I also want to notice that whereas I am woefully bad at having 'OTPs' as I jiggle too many timelines and ideas in my head all the time, this ship is my next closest thing to an OTP so far <:3 Even if Annaliese somehow was to find new love and was happy, the king would still remain 'the one' in her eyes. And, yes, NO cursed ritual marriages ever again! Only normal one, if at all.

The last time I talked about him, I was yet to pick a name for him besides just Cain-number-noone's-counting, but you can see it is sorta fixed now! I am doodling face references like this for myself to have faster time drawing faces, and had him drawn already, but it took me some time to find higher resolution of the portrait I am basing Elias' appearance of! So I've noticed he seems to have asymmetrical eyebrows, his right eye semi-closed and scratches on his forehead! Not saying eye thing can't be just resolution issue, and not saying scratches can't be picture ITSELF cracking from ages, but my general rule as an artist is - if I can pass something as 'imperfection' of appearance then I will! As I like having more things to draw, heh. I do not have an idea about how he got scars on his forehead yet however, but maybe the trauma is connected to what hurt his eye? In either case, on portraits he probably always shows his left side as a result.

Also, interesting thing is that clothes on his portrait resemble those of a cut enemy known as King Ghost Low-class! There is a similar enemy known as King in Blue, and he has different model! I learned about the difference from fanon wikia, that has page for King Ghost here ( x ) and for King in Blue here ( x ), and also from Lance McDonald in this ( x ) video where King Ghost is shown in the 4:24 - 6:33 frame and King in Blue is shown in the 6:34 - 8:49 frame! I thrown some references for how I will draw Elias in this pile below (also featuring picture from that super long model showcase video from Sinclair Lore ( x ) and detailed picture from this ( x ) tweet)

I headcanon that after unholy marriage ritual with Annalise that ultimately helps to conceive the blood child, Elias would sort of burst from his previous body into new form and look much more resembling this silver haired man impression cut content had! You can also notice that this enemy has three variants - with short sword and a shield, with a lance and a shield, and with short sword and a sphere! I headcanon that past the ritual, Elias has 'phantoms', kinda like Brador, except three instead of four and they'd attack with different weapons just like these variants! And like how Brador's phantoms look like his former self (when he is younger and with one horn on the hyde isn't broken), Elias' phantoms likewise look like his previous self and wear his former clothes! Meanwhile, real Elias now has what King in Blue wears:

Elias is one of like, two historically known crowned 'kings of blood' (not JUST kings of this line) that didn't turn into screeching tortured mess and died shortly after the ritual was complete! In fact, he remained ALMOST sane - however, the curse now tangled with him is very intense. The many colorful beads he wears later are charms that if removed will subject him for being tormented by Frenzy coming from within, as opposed to some Kin biting him or peering into a giant brain! If Bloodborne was an anime, in the final stage of battling Rogeriusz (Logarius), he would tear these charms off and jump from the tall roof of Cainhurst - only to fly back with Frenzy spears forming from his back and working like wings! Real vampire king moment, haha. And, he could use them as arrows to shoot from a bow conjured from blood magic! I should draw this scene someday..

There is another interesting bit, by the way.

You might notice that the statue that GOTTA be that of Rogeriusz has more or less typical Executioner outfit (if only heavier, more wizard-like than hunter-like)! That doesn't line up with what he is wearing when we find him, now does it? Besides he uses some 'cursed' magic, that whereas he indeed gotta be a Pthumerian himself, doesn't really fit a fanatical servant of the Healing Church? That made me think he didn't just sit on the throne for like 30 years but had to interact with Cainhurst more or less!

I decided that by murdering Elias/Cain, he became more like an 'amalgam' with his wrathful spirit. Elias' dying wills (blood echoes) are too strong to just perish, as not only he is carrying a link to a powerful "curse" but is a high ranking vileblood that must have immortal conscious like Annalise (and like Queen Yharnam)! Will of Rogeriusz is somewhat stronger and hence this person is still identified as just himself, but ghost of Elias lives in and tortured him from within, and things have changed. He has to wear the charms of colorful gems now too, as you can see! However, the amalgam fights more or less in harmony when the paleblood hunter approaches the throne. Rogeriusz wants to guard the secret he discovered (aka festered animosity between Church and Cainhurst having political advantage underneath and massacre being a ploy to obtain Great One's cord AND Laurence himself having arrived from Cainhurst), but Elias has reason to fear hunter is in to harm Annalise.

In other times, however…..

I believe had it been anyone else to kill Rogeriusz - they'd undoubtedly inherit the cursed spirit of Elias, and would probably lack blind fanatism of Rogeriusz that allowed him to persist, too! But I have means to headcanon that the paleblood moon effect repels the 'cursed' magic of Cainhurst and Pthumeru Ihyll likevice, so he would not be able to do anything to a paleblood hunter! In general, this line and the Kin of Moon are antagonistic by design; blood children are Amygdalas, opposites of celestial larvae and Ebrietas! Like demons and angels. After all, their connection with the 'moon' is something Annalise recognises as well:

I described the theory in this ( x ) post before, but TLDR; Annalise's hair lost all melanin as result of (almost) birthing a Great One, like what happened with Arianna, and the cord used to create Hunter's Dream was from her aborted baby, that was very close to being born though. Her face underneath this mask is distorted now - I headcanon that for the same reason Flora has her face the way it is, as her child was ripped from her guts before it was born! But it is not just that Annalise now looks 'scary'.

Since her own mask strongly resembles what her guardians wear, I presume the mask additionally serves to connect her with the guards telepathically more (or rather, see through their eyes and 'help' them). Like how Choir can still see even in their blindfold caps but only where 'stars' guide them, and like how Executioners can still see even through Gold Ardeo (and bag that keeps it) guided by ingrained quest for 'purity', guards have their ways around a headgear that is SUPPOSED to make them blinded too. And 'solitary' within the mask means absence of this connection for a long, long while.

I believe that she refers to you as the only 'blood relative' left in relevance to consuming her blood specifically - something that can run out its effect! Because if she means family - at least Maria still exists in spirit (that should be enough for vilebloods that transcend mortality), and if she means servants - Crow of Cainhurst still exists, right? Crow is still loyal to her in his insanity (still collecting blood dregs for her that he can't even deliver her), but he hasn't consumed her blood for years, so the telepathic bond between them is broken. Annalise has this bond with those in whom her "impurity" runs active, though! However our hunter would not be able to feel the true effect because… you know, paleblood moon block. They feel only a warming 'presence' rather than full connection - to the better possibly, as the latter tends to become addicting. I mean just look at Crow not being able to get over serving her decades later :')

I drew her portrait with her hair down, more like her hairstyle on concept art rather than hairbun from THE portrait! I believe this is the same dress minus the decor and jewellery, but sleeves of this dress had to be trimmed to keep her forearms free - she is supposed to share the blood from her veins without anything getting on the way! Though I believe her cuts heal within matter of seconds, and as long as her form persists, her blood seems to be endless. No such thing as dying from blood loss possible!

She had strong pride and dignity since childhood, that nobody had to teach her, but she showed the potential of a true royal this way. I already explained how her personality meshes with more mellow Elias' one in other post, yeah. I think when Alfred confronted her, she did not resist, basing it on how she won't let some maddened, barbarian boy force her to struggle or fear! She had not all that much to fear either with her consciousness being immortal, basically gave him the "a serpent never dies" attitude AND was right; I think the reason Alfred minecrafted himself had to do with her vengeful spirit! I talked about mysteries paleblood hunter could hold a few times now, but Alfred is only a normal human, you know? It is still a valid idea that Alfred only held on his noble quest and had nothing to live for once it was complete, but in my version he was sound with the idea of letting ideas of Rogeriusz live on through him and still hunt the beasts! I think based on his summon location he was also VERY interested in cleansing Old Yharnam.

…until after killing Annalise, he quickly ended with such intense dread, perceiving cursed knowledge he was not prepared for but that she casually juggled for decades in her solitude, and he just did not see a way to live like this. So he is dead on altar for Rogeriusz more as clinging to the only person/idea that brought him comfort, rather than coming to complete his quest. Basically, unless you are already connected to the divine that 'protects' you - never touch a current active blood queen! There was a good reason Executioners only messed with her baby and didn't kill her self. Alfred would know that if he loredigged more responsibly :(

That said, Annalise often lucid dreams, which in BB lore is as good as astral projection. She sometimes tries to reach Maria in her trance, but it never avails her anything - every time she is met with strong sea waves beating her away. When she is asleep, she could occasionally communicate with ones like Patches, that she finds mildly entertaining! She is aware of Micolash too and could communicate with him too, when he is willing to distract from research and Kos - it would be hypocritical to judge him, as she allowed the person she loved to take on nearly suicidal ritual and continues the ancient legacy heavily reliant on sacrifices and cursed rituals and necromancy. Well, at least, intended to, before Healing Church ruined everything. But, she thinks they share some things in common.

Also it is hard to not notice that she refers herself and her clan as 'unholy' and 'impure' etc, but that is less so internalised attitude induced by Healing Church - it has further roots in Pthumerian history that she is well educated on. Annalise is not the type to feel ashamed just because the moon presence governing this world decided ones like her "sinful"; she refers to her as impure in the same vein as people reclaiming slurs addressed to them or something like that! Iosefka and the imposter, on the other hand…..? Annalise is well aware of how hard they fell for the fear and prospect of being 'saved from natural depravity' (especially the imposter). If they were to return and beg her forgiveness for trading their legacy for agenda for Healing Church, and 'stars and moon' if you look further - she'd accept on the terms that they make their existence within the castle impossible for her to acknowledge. She oddly combines practical inability to forgive breaking her trust and accepting people searching for the right way no matter how many mistakes they make. Like, 'it is valid you realised, but first I'll be mad at you for 100 years' ahaha

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Alllllright, you aren't asleep yet? xD

This has been a lore and details lecture for quite a while ahaha; I tried to focus more on that, but I hope that the reply was at least somewhat entertaining! Thank you for letting me talk about these characters though! :) And I agree with you, I am rather surprised the vampire queen did not get more popular? But, yeah, if you found any of this useful, feel free to take inspiration!

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