❝The Wicked Witch ☂

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[2trill2exist]

Me

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@theivescode

          ❝I've gotta say, not many men can wear a suit and tie look and still pull off such a devil-may-care attitude. A man such as yourself certainly has nothing on the other stallions here.❞

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      santanico can appreciate this older woman & their conversation already. ❝ great minds think alike, or say the say.❞ she looks at the bar top, thinking it was not too long since she TASTED sonja’s blood & figured out that something was SKETCHY about her. but now it was clean. she INTENDED to watch mavlado’s empire fall & they were so CLOSE. so so, close she could almost taste it. she didn’t have time for DISTRACTIONS or kinks in the plan.  she PONDERS going by her real name, but she thinks she can’t yet with malvado alive. as long as he was on this earth she would never truly be FREE. ❝ the name is santanico. i have no problems with tequila. i hope you aren’t a LIGHTWEIGHT. what brings you around here?❞ she suspects that fiona wasn’t from around here.

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            ❝Lightweight?❞ The very word makes her cackle softly, her lips already puckering around the smooth glass. Fiona quickly tips back her glass and downs her shot. Tequila hits hard, but the burn is something she finds utterly pleasing. Santanico was a pretty name, but Fiona found no reason to suck up for this woman’s allure. Mingling within a bar this drab was enough to end her day.

            ❝I’m in town for some cosmetic surgery. I was told there was a doctor somewhere around here that could make me look ten years younger. But I think that well’s ran dry. I might have to settle with Botox instead.❞ And oh did she hate to settle, but at least she was getting something out of her WASTED time. ❝It’s not the fountain of youth, but I’ll be able to do something about all this loose-skin.❞

[isolemnly-chastain-swear-bye-de]

character aesthetic: Fiona Goode

“I’ve lived a disreputable life, but I’ve done it in style, and I’ll die likewise” 

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           they didn’t believe her & she feels frustrated. sonja…no that sucia was SHADY& they refused to acknowledge it. a taste of her BLOOD to santanico was enough to confirm that. unfortunately, they’d left her in the bathroom & she decides to storm towards the bar. she leaves the brothers be & she lets herself simmer in the facts. a woman catches her voice, she was much older than her. there’s a beauty to getting older & dying, an experience she will never go through & yet one she’s made her peace with. santanico has hardly lived at all even though she’s walked this earth for a thousand years. ❝ neither does red.❞ ox blood lips curl into a grin at that statement. ❝ you look like you could use something much stronger.❞  

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            Oh, this one she likes. There is a divine and grace to her that says she isn’t a simple well-dressed call girl, yet something lingers underneath her alluring physique. Fiona can’t place it, but she senses something familiar about it. It’s powerful, just like the tone she holds around her. Her lips quirk in a mischievous way. The color red has always reminded her of BLOOD. The crimson fluid has managed to stain her palms over the years, in more than a few ways, but she doesn’t feel any need to REGRET her actions. Fiona is hardly a pawn getting its head sliced from its shoulders, she’s too SMART for that.

            ❝I enjoy the way you think.❞ She raises her slim hand to hail the tender over. ❝I’m Fiona. Hopefully you don’t have any complaints with tequila.❞ She herself prefers scotch or whiskey to start the night off, but anything hard with a burn or a buzz is enough to satisfy her before the evening is through.

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@haildiosa

              Her eyes stares blankly at the bar. The restaurant isn’t crowded, even if everything is overpriced. She starts her night off with a stiff drink, long legs crossed and perched on the legs of the bar-stool. Fiona’s quick, and too sharp for her or anyone else’s good. When BEAUTY captures her gaze, it’s hard to look away. She’s aged and old and she HATES it. If Fiona could have it her way, she’d want to live forever. But even all the top doctors and expensive procedures can’t make her stop aging long enough for her liking.

                ❝No matter the era,❞  she muses, throwing back her drink and waiting for another to be poured in her empty glass. ❝Black NEVER goes out of style.❞

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@ofsecondsight​

           After a night of partying, escapades, and most-likely endorsing a strong high from pills and her powder, the morning after was always due. Well, afternoon in this case. A house just outside of the big city was her bode of leisure on this DREARY day. It’s quite unlike her usual accommodations whenever she's in town. But the family staying here were old acquaintances of hers. The owner, a haggard old thing with the snarliest black cat she’d ever met. He probably even deserved the kink in his long tail. He’d never liked her presence in this house, even if his master and her granddaughter were welcoming. 

              Today, it’s a different auburn haired witch in the greenroom. But it could just be Fiona’s hangover messing with. Regardless of who they are, she makes her way over the stool set beside the table and pulls out one of her cigarettes. There’s a rule of no smoking in here, since its bad for the plants, but Fiona is never one to do as she is told to.

              ❝My head is THROBBING. Whip me up something for it?❞ The request is volleyed as a question, but it’s hardly just that. At least under this roof, if someone is making her a tonic, she doesn’t need to worry of anyone attempting to put her into a coma. 

[bunchofrpmemes]

Bold everything your muse has done. (caution: contains multiple common triggers)

Broken a bone | Gotten stitches | Had a near-death experience | Killed someone | Tried and failed to kill someone | Invented something | Been hungover | Kissed someone | Slow danced | Been in a long-term relationship | Had sex | Had sex and regretted it | Had a one-night stand | Had a threesome | Experimented with their sexuality | Had a kid | Gotten married | Self-harmed | Traveled to another country | Been in a play | Received an inheritance | Been in a car wreck | Lost a loved one | Been dumped | Dumped someone | Smoked | Gotten high | Been slipped something in their food/drink | Won a contest | Won an election | Joined a sports team | Gone skydiving | Gone hunting | Been in a band | Had a job | Been fired | Been in a wedding party | Owned a pet | Seen a ghost | Skipped class/work | Learned an instrument | Gotten a noticeable scar | Sued someone | Been robbed | Been mugged | Been kidnapped | Been sexually assaulted | Been brainwashed/hypnotized | Gone more than one day without eating | Had a recurring nightmare | Been bullied | Bullied someone | Seen someone die | Attempted suicide | Been tied/chained up | Shot someone | Stabbed someone | Saved someone’s life | Cheated on someone | Been cheated on | Had a stalker | Been betrayed | Been in a fight | Been arrested | Been to a funeral | Had surgery | Broken someone’s trust | Gotten a piercing | Gotten a tattoo | Used a fake name | Been tortured | Been abused | Been blackmailed | Had an attempt on their life | Gotten away with a crime | Gone on a road trip | Been in love

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remember when fiona offered to cripple her own daughter just so she could live forever.

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              ❝When witches don’t fight, we BURN!

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i’m gonna try and come back here soon i think. but i’m also going to be doing some editing and unfollowing when i get my fiona up and running again. i want to explore her muse to its fullest, but in a way that i see her. if that makes sense.

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[cinderfckingrella-blog]

❝ You make a VERY GOOD point. If people just settle then they’re not really trying, are they? They don’t live their life to its fullest.

[normajeaned]

Ava Gardner in The Killers (1946).

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