Redemption Theme By Mephistia

Redemption Theme by Mephistia

A Red Dead Redemption 2 inspired theme

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I’m so happy to finally release my first Tumblr theme ever!! And of course it is based on RDR2, but you can fully and easily customize it to your liking! Except for the icons, you might need to know some html/css and svg for it

Features:

Responsive one column / sidebar design

Pages as sidebar links

Full page menu with up to 4 custom links

Toggles: full background, search bar, sidebar image, home link, sidebar links, full menu, transparent background

Selectables: Max Width (540px, 500px, 400px, 350px), Font Size (13pt, 12pt, 11pt, 10pt, 9pt)

Customizable: background image, sidebar image, 3 font types (supports Google Fonts), Home link label, search bar placeholder, 10 colors

Terms of Use:

Don’t remove/edit the credits and/or the bottom link

Don’t use as base code

Don’t steal parts of the code or the code as a whole

Edit only for personal use (don’t redistribute!)

Don’t claim as yours (you can state you made modifications)

Please like/reblog if you’re willing to use it!

Don’t hesitate to send an ask if you have any doubts!

Credits and more info below!

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What character archetype are you?

The Innocent

You are...the victim of this tale. Did the villain use you? Did the hero fail to protect you? Were you dead before the story even began? How many scares do you have waiting for someone, anyone to come save you? All that is known is that you didn't deserve what happened to you, the heros will remember you and ensure it never happens to anyone else. Will you stay innocent waiting for your happy ending, will you become the villain realizing you'll never be saved, or is death the only thing that awaits you?

Okay so about ring traveling

Rozália is able to do so without difficulty or special permission, a subtle sign that she never was a simple Sinner. She was the current host of the Hellfire, now Wielder of the Hellfire (dangerously leaning close to her Horseman era), Hell's very essence in her veins and under her control, that's why the fluid travel both for her and her legion.

Cindy is a cosmic horror, most of Hell's rules don't apply to her. Furthermore she hasn't even died properly, therefore never landed in Hell for that rule to ever be implemented. Spirit at first, now the Fire itself, despite being unable to control Hellfire, barriers are not a problem.

Now Karma and Raia are different cases. Both of them can be regarded as Sinners, especially Raia. Yet they both able to momentarily destroy the barrier between rings to pass through. Just like with Rozy, it is also a sign with them and that this isn't the end of their journey. Raia struggles more with this trick, needing to harness enough electricity to blast the barrier open with a giant lightning bolt. Karma only waits as it slowly decays in her presence and repairs itself after she is gone.

What does your heart look like?

iced over, out of the sun

Your heart is very lonely, isn’t it? Is your fortress of ice self-made? Are others afraid of you, or are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of hurting them, or of being hurt? Vulnerability and connection can be frightening, but that’s no reason to shy away from their light, to tuck yourself small into corners, to build up frigid walls to keep yourself from feeling. You will heal when you allow yourself to draw closer to the flames and thaw.

@spxcemuses You probably had seen this coming. Have a sinday special brawl between Striker & Karma because it was sort of inevitable-

It all started with a sneaky jab to her pride that she only could handle her guns and that's all for her combat skills. Throwing a punch at the smug demonic cowboy was almost like a reflex, and it all went downhill from that. She had calculated right, that tail alone was dangerous as fuck, putting her in severe disadvantage from the start but that definitely didn't mean her backing down.

Karma trashed like rabid cat as the force of his grip on her neck increased; the realization set in that instead of wanting to crush her windpipe, he went for cutting off the blood flow. The fact that he wasn't fully set on killing her offered a little relief. Her vision was blurring yet she felt more alive than ever, as if sparks of lighting zapped through her body, the thrill was similar when she had ridden Vihar to her full speed. Blazing emerald burned into glowing yellow, her lips pulled back a feral grin as her hands slowly pried away his, tiny distance but enough for a sharp intake of air for her burning lungs.

Her legs swiftly wrapped around Striker's waist, thighs tight with muscle from riding formed a crushing hold, enough to flip the position while still trying to keep his claws away from her throat; the ghost touch of his claws sending violent shivers down her spine.

"Even though you're a demon crawled out of Hell and I'm just a human; if you think this will be easy " her thighs' grasp clenched even further "you picked the wrong fucking target."

The faint rattle behind her was the signal Karma overstayed her welcome and she bolted towards the door before it could grab her- only she didn't make it. She inwardly cursed its length and the efficiency the demon learned to utilize it during combat. The new chokehold with his arm around her neck was familiar, making her snarl in displeasure, one hand yanking at his bandana to bring him closer to her lips.

"If you ever consider going easy on me, I will shoot you in your sleep."

Karma would not allow that disrespect, even if definitely meant her losing their...bloody game, she will go down with the knowledge and pride of how much the snakelike cowboy had to bother with her. She tried the best angle to slam her head backwards, her steel heeled boot sharply digging into his foot in hope of the pain of a possibility broken nose and the smarting leg will allow her to slip out of the loosened hold.

When her calculations were proven right, she made a mad dash to the door, throwing herself down the stairs, rolling on the ball of her shoulder to prevent a too serious injury -she was sure she bruised her ribs though-, arriving at the landing, slamming against the railing with a small groan. Despite the pain, Karma was having the time of her life, she was alive in every possible meaning. While her impossible shots brought her their fair amount of thrill, this kind of close combat was entirely new. The thunder of adrenaline numbed her aches to an almost pleasant buzz; the sensation thrilling on its own. Her eyes seared with twisted excitement, the dangerous shine seemingly bringing out the target cross scar even more, her mouth frozen into a feral grin with a small stream of blood dribbling down her chin.

"S-sir leave the lady alone...!" A young and surprisingly brave man from the saloon spoke up after witnessing their violent game, his gun shakily pointed at Striker- only to have it shot out of his hand in the next second.

"I appreciate the gesture, but let me have my fun, boy." Karma chuckled darkly, her eyes immediately back on the snakelike imp

"Aren't you missing something?" She asked Striker with a mock innocent whistle as she twirled his red bladed dagger she snatched during one of their clashes between her fingers.

After the little show, her hand tightened around it in an icepick grip, her toothy grin stretching across her face once again, faint stream of blood running from her lips, the competitive gleam in her eyes borderline insanity as the danger heightened.

"Then come and get it."

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