𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘴.

... ㅤ𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 , 𝙬𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙ㅤ 𝙞𝙣ㅤ 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩 .

[betrayale]

ㅤ#  𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹𝗲 .   a private & selective  sofie renard fatale  of  kill bill , explored at length by 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘦. headcanon heavy. multiple canon & au / crossover verses available, including ( but not limited to ) fallout, resident evil & the hunger games. plotting preferred, but not required.

ㅤa study in: the golden child prodigy. an eternal pursuit of perfection. the inability to escape a father's legacy. justice at the cost of morality. devotion bordering on worship. saving your own skin out of sheer cowardice, only to no longer feel as though you fit inside of it.

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[keenmemes]

FAOUZIA SENTENCE STARTERS.

a collection of lyrics from faouzia's discography. change / adjust wording as needed.

i don't know who i am, or who i used to be before.

now tell me, how am i to fix this?

tell me how to feel okay, 'cause i don't know.

i feel like such a fool. i put my trust in you.

i'm so done with hoping, 'cause hoping leads to failing.

i take it all, and i will never give it back.

i don't really care, and i never will.

i wasn't born without a heart. i wasn't always like this.

you see what you wanna see, but you don't even know me.

know that this is my fault.

the worst part is, i'd do it all over again.

the worst part is, i know it's never gonna end.

lately, i've been feeling out of touch.

tell me what i'm supposed to do.

i've been feeling restless.

i know i shouldn't worry about your pain, but that's just who i am.

tell me how you sleep at night, knowing that i'm hurting.

you know you can talk to me.

i'll keep my eyes closed, pretend like i don't know how this is gonna go.

maybe i'm just a fool.

i still belong with you, anywhere you are.

we're broken in so many ways.

if i was your hero, would you be mine?

if i were to save you, would you do the same?

maybe i'm better off alone. at least, that's what my mind is saying.

i think i've been through way too much.

i'll be fine if you leave, but i'm hoping this time you won't.

it kills me to see you like this.

said you'd die for love, but i never loved you. sorry.

you break me just to fix me, keep me holding on.

when you're lonely, i come running, but anytime i need you, then you're gone.

i wouldn't wish this love on anybody else.

tell me why i stay.

can we go back to a time when you were just a stranger?

all i want is you.

you always know how to take it too far.

you're not my problem, and i'm not gonna let you in.

with you, i never win.

right now, i need you more than a friend.

i've been in the dark all my life. i'm attracted to your light.

oh, what i'd do to be your muse.

lie to me and say you'll never leave.

i'll jump, if you ask. i'll say, "how high?"

your fate's in my hands now.

you can't even recognize me.

you took a burning red heart and made it ice.

look at what you made of me.

i survived, but every breath i take is heavy.

have you forgotten what you did to me?

i gave you all of your power.

i put you high in that tower, and you can't even mind to look down.

i wish you knew how much i cared.

you don't love me like you say you do.

now i'm begging, keep pretending.

tell me that i'm everything to you.

just string me along one more time.

lie to me tonight. tell me that you love me.

they don't know what you did to me.

don't be frightened. i'll seek triumph for you.

i'll fight for your honor, baby.

all my pain is yours.

i'd die for you.

for you, i'd start a war.

we're taking over the world. it's what you deserve.

i'd watch the world burn down just to see you in the lighting of the embers.

maybe it's my fault; i put you up so high.

darling, i think you could make the devil cry.

you're never sorry, are you? no, you don't even care.

isn't it a bit unethical?

have you any mercy every time you hurt me?

tell me, have i not given you enough?

if you ever loved me, let me go.

maybe it's my fault i can't walk away.

you don't owe me at all.

would you hold me? would you hear if i called?

with all that i've gone through, i need you, i do.

my one remedy, and it's you.

lend your hand to hold.

let me see through your eyes.

i know you hear me calling.

don't ever leave me.

i wanna stay by your side.

how could you love me now?

why'd you have to think of me as divine? now every breath that i take is a sin.

take your heart somewhere else. i don't want any of it anymore.

my fingers are bleeding from picking up the pieces you made of me.

you're filled with regret, but soon you'll forget, and i'm left a mess in your hands again.

i don't want sympathy.

are you trying to kill me?

my scars are standing as a testament.

you were never innocent.

tell me, can you even feel a thing?

am i happy? i'm not sure.

that's a question i'd rather ignore.

you know me, and i'm not one to lie.

think i'd rather die alone.

think it's time for me to go.

i'll never be who you want me to be.

you didn't choose to be here, but you're the only one who stayed.

follow me. let's run away.

don't you worry. we'll be happy.

you never really go away.

we'll have a family someday.

[astrophager]

⋆ ⭒ ˚ . ⋆ GORE/HORROR PROMPTS. ACCEPTING.

75. trick of the mind. — @betrayale. inspo: silent hill, hellblade: senua's sacrifice, man of medan, it.

it's just a hallucination. it's all in my imagination. i have to keep reminding myself that, try to, but the wails in my ears feel real, a thousand banshees that grip at my shirt and pull me back as i try to find sofie. it's like wading through mud, a swamp up to my thighs, cold and sucking. i realise the wails are hers.

reality or not he darts, the horror of her separation apparent in a flash, the implication that this was her own doing coming in later. there is blood, so much blood, gushing and hot where the imaginary mire had been cold, warmth seeping through his fingers and spattering his glasses until he sees through a red - tinged set of lenses. he is frantic in fabricating a tourniquet, mumblings of ' it's not real ' on repeat, a broken record as his actions don't match his words. grace is no expert in what to do here, tries to cut off the source of the flow and cradle her close, reassure. when he finds her face however it must only be delusion that paints it, because she is smiling, pale and frail and smiling, sickle - like.

are you proud of me ?

it is shocking, leaves him speechless, trying to parse the relief on her face, see through the mask of it, and falling short. his lips tremble, tears gleaming and mixing with red droplets, making something translucent and hazy. ❛ wh - what ? n - no, i . . . you did this ? ❜ only now does he process the tool her hand holds, the montage that speaks of one culprit alone that he had been blind and unwilling to see. it's not real, it can't be. he tries to grasp her shoulders, force some sense into her amidst the hissing wisps of hallucination. ❛ look at me. sofie, you need to snap out, whatever you're seeing, it's— it's not real. ❜ but how can he be so sure ? what if it's his turn for thoughts to transpire and become potent in their fortitude, if the heady horror he witnesses now is all in his head ? he almost hopes it is.

[betrayale]

ㅤthe world is spinning dangerously, hot blood coating her clothes and the floor beneath her. she's trembling violently in his arms, and he holds her shaking form just as he did all those years ago when she was but a child, frightened by a bad dream or monsters in the dark. tears are streaming from her eyes, mouth set in a twitching smile as she stammers, "  are you p- p- proud of me? i d- did it, papa. i did it f- for us. for you. don't you see? it's gone … it's f- finally g- g- gone. "  whatever evil had plagued their family, corrupted the very heart of the most noble man she knew, had been eliminated. severed at the source. finally, his tarnished legacy could rest, and she—

ㅤIT'S NOT ENOUGH.

ㅤthe sound of her father's voice, after all these years, after all she's done, makes her blood run cold. she'd seen it herself … watched as the knife hacked away at her arm and cut apart the blackened flesh, denying its spread to her bicep. she stares up at him now, eyes glossy and struggling to focus, and is nearly driven to vomiting at the hardened look of disappointment on his face.

ㅤlook at me. sofie, you need MORE. whatever you're seeing, it's NOT ENOUGH.

ㅤsure enough, she glances down at what's left of her arm and finds that the wispy black veins and discoloration have already begun their consummation of the rest of her flesh. whimpering, she wearily lifts her other arm ( and by extension, the knife still clutched weakly in her hand ) only to shriek in dismay as she watches the blackened rot consume her fingers, wind its way up her hand, her wrist, like smoky cobwebs. a sudden tightness in her throat causes her to drop the knife and lift a hand to her neck, the skin beneath her fingers now dry and mottled, spreading by the second.

ㅤa panicked scream rips from her throat as she begins practically clawing at her neck, her face, desperate to gouge out the sickness that had inevitably taken root in her, too. i am my father's daughter. she's begging, pleading through wild sobs and all but throwing herself at her father's form, as though he may somehow be able to aid her when he couldn't stop the infection in himself. "  papa.... p- papa, what do i do?! i don't kn- know what to d- d- do ... "  heaving, erratic breaths as she stares at him imploringly, loud whines while she continues to claw at her skin. "  i'm— i'm s- so scared, papa, please— " 

[clementinevonradics]

“Sit there in your ugly and revel in it. Be the ugliest thing in the room so what. You are still in the room. Look, there you are. Filling all this empty space. Good for you, thirsty little beast. Make everyone stare at this travesty of a body you endure. It’s the least they can do.”

— A Manifesto, Clementine von Radics

[betrayale]

what's your attachment style?

completely in the middle between relaxed and on edge, 41.7% avoidant.

ㅤindividuals in [the relaxed] quadrant often take a dim view of others, preferring to keep their distance and guard against invasions of their autonomy and privacy. relaxed - avoidant personalities tend to have a strong belief that others are too different from them for truly intimate relations to be worthwhile. they may have a spouse and family, and even be solidly anchored in a stable network of friends and acquaintances, but [ ... ] dismissive personalities tend to be quite content keeping their deepest feelings and views to themselves. consequently, many dismissive types are often quite good at dissimulating, that is,  appearing to share their innermost thoughts, while in reality, they are simply appeasing others without ever letting them come close.

ㅤthese individuals can typically achieve remarkable feats of social manipulation and self - restraint, but on the downside, they may have trouble kicking bad habits (such as drinking or smoking) which they can enjoy in solitude and use to comfort themselves, independently of the company of others.

ㅤindividuals in [the mistrustful] quadrant share the dismissive type's misgivings about others, but have not developed the armor of coolness and self-sufficiency that allows dismissive types to live without attachment and bonding. consequently, mistrustful types recognize in themselves a need for intimacy and close relations with others, but [ ... ] because of their simultaneous need for and mistrust of intimacy, mistrusting types have had to spend their lives learning how to skillfully handle other people; continually maneuvering so as to keep others close and available, yet at the same time out of control and powerless to harm them.

ㅤindividuals of this type are often high - achieving and competent adults, but on the inside, they tend to suffer from periodic bouts of low self-esteem and be plagued by a sense of hollowness at their core. mistrusting individuals are frequently very good at finding legitimate fault with others and sniffing out their weaknesses as a way of protecting themselves against being disappointed by others, but on the downside, this hypervigilance also tends to lead to skepticism and overly paranoid tendencies.

tagged by. @dimitresca mmmwah xoxo tagging. you, reading this.

[betrayale]

SHE GOT HER OWN CHARACTER CARD

[betrayale]

anyway uh. tag drop.

[maladaptiveangelx]

bite marks are love notes written in flesh.

[aforlorngazeintoyesterday-deact]

doomed by the narrative but not to death. doomed to survive. doomed to stay alive inside the story. doomed to never escape the narrative, not even through death. you are allowed no exit. there is no way out for you and there never was. you couldn’t die if you wanted to. the narrative has a hold on you and it won’t let go. death is too sweet a doom for you. the story has something much worse in mind. there is no way out.

[betrayale]

shuffle your (liked) playlist and post the first 10 songs.

one. evolution — nothing but thieves. two. whisper of a dream — holding absence. three. kingslayer — bring me the horizon, babymetal. four. (how do i) make the devil fall asleep — hot milk. five. everything burns — tom morello, beartooth. six. hunger pangs — destroy rebuild until god shows. seven. it's alive — chromera. eight. don't ever leave me — faouzia. nine. if it doesn't hurt — nothing more. ten. hurt — dead poet society, the warning.

[betrayale]

clea would like some words with beatrix :) words and maybe some lite death maybe :) nothing major :)

would she settle for some cuddling and smooching and comfort ... she doesn't need to go after bea and get hurt too ............

[elysiums]

sof being a prey animal ( ft. beatrix who is oh so well hidden )

[mythshire]

give me a bodyguard plot where “stay behind me” gradually becomes “stay with me.”

[betrayale]

heavy boots thud like a slow drum beat over the hardwood floor as benedict crosses over the length of the cafe. she'd caught his eye , sitting there in the corner , like something of a pretty bird perched to gaze at the passerby. unfortunately for her , benny was a hunter & he really liked the idea of putting birds in cages. two more strides & then , with a smile as sharp as the ritual knife in his back pocket , he turns abyssal gaze down to her. like rolling thunder , he speaks. " well hey there darlin'. what're you doin' over here all by your lonesome? "

ㅤ she's not been in america long, her parents only having passed several months prior. she's seen countless doctors, talked to various specialists, and every time she thought she was making strides towards improvement, she'd catch people staring on the street and talking amongst themselves, or be approached in the corner store with varying attitudes, and it would send her stumbling back. no, france was no longer an option. her safe haven was gone.

ㅤand so she'd taken what was left of her family's money and fled to america, checked herself into a facility to try and work through this trauma that hung above her head like a freshly sharpened blade. she could come and go as she pleased during the daytime, and had begun frequenting shops and bistros to pass the hours, try to acclimate herself to being around people and crowds. she doesn't count on being approached, and her reaction is nothing short of anxious shock.

ㅤ " oh. ehh ... " she falters, gives a quick glance around the cafe as though someone could possibly help her. finally, she affords the man another glance before averting her gaze once more, clearly nervous. " i- i apologize, i do not ... speak much english, yet. may i ... help you? "

[betrayale]

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE HANDLE EMOTIONS?     BOLD WHAT OFTEN APPLIES.      ITALICIZE WHAT SOMETIMES APPLIES. 

ANGER.      jaw clenching,       hands balling into fists,       teeth grinding,       yelling,       going nonverbal,       stuttering speech,      rushed speech,      slow concise speech,       rambling,      quiet,       arms crossing,       shaking head,       tearing up,       animated,      expressionless,       projects,     internalizes,       vents,       withdraws,       passive aggressive,       direct,       physical outbursts,       verbal outbursts. 

JOY.       easy smiles,       fighting back grins,       suppressed laughter,       loud laughter,       giggles,       chuckling,       smirks,       whole body laughs,       covers mouth when laughing,       throws head back when laughing,       slaps leg,       touches people around them when laughing,       looks down when laughing,       looks for eye contact when laughing,       sparkling eyes,       bubbly happiness,       quiet subtle happiness,      obnoxious happiness,       wants to spread joy,       quietly savors joy. 

SADNESS / CRYING.       bottling it up,       seeks distractions,       wallows,       meditates & processes,       avoidance,       seeks out comfort,       withdraws,       talks it out,       internalizes it,       sad smiles,       depression naps,       uses alcohol,       uses drugs,       seeks out sources of joy,       fidgets with sentimental item,       sits in silence,       broods,       gets moody,       wants someone to share the misery,       tries to hide negative emotions,       nurtures others to make themselves feel better. 

EMBARRASSMENT.       shame,       blushing,       looking away,       rubbing at back of head,       covering face,       laughing nervously,       laughs it off,       overthinks,       lets it go,       self-deprecating humor,       deflects,       gets irritated,       smiles,       withdraws,       crossing arms over stomach,       crossing arms over chest,       hands in pockets,       shoulders sinking,       shrugs,       falling into silence until comfortable again,       talking a lot to compensate. 

GUILT.       avoiding eye contact,       shoulders sinking low,       head hanging down,       crying,       chest aches,       lashes out,       internalizes,       apologizes,       deflects,      communicates,       withdraws,       grand gestures for forgiveness,       accepts fault easily,       punishes themselves,       martyrdom,       victim complex,       over-active guilt complex,       healthy conscience,       internalizes even after forgiveness,       seeking redemption,       moves on easily,       denial,       lack of guilt/conscience,       sorry they got caught more than caused harm,       can’t handle knowing they hurt others. 

tagged by. @anthologicals mwah xoxo tagging. you, reading this.

[studiodrafts]

it   seems   as   though   the   fawn   has   claws   after   all.   for all their shared glances   &   the way the half - elf's cheeks darken any time the sorceress draws near   ,   clea never imagined she'd receive such a biting response from her. if it's meant to deter   ,   then sofie has failed beautifully   ,   for the mistress unfortunately   thrives   on difficulties   &   challenges when presented to her.   clea always plays to win   ,   &   she'll do all she can to ensure she gets what   ,   or   who   ,   she wants.   even as sofie turns from her   ,   she can't help but chuckle lightly in amusement.   such a childish reaction would normally bore her   ━━   force her to move on to a whole other target   ,   but something about the half   -   elf truly   entices   her.   entrances her like nothing else.   it's annoying   ,   admittedly   ,   but a feeling that clea doesn't try to ignore.   such feelings are ill timed during their current predicament   ,   but it is the unfortunate truth that she   ,   in all her power   ,   is still human deep down.   as cold as she tries to appear   ,   it seems as though sofie has managed to catch the attention of the lingering bit of warmth that still beats in her chest. that's no easy feat ━━ many suitors have tried & failed miserable attempting to do so.

approaching from behind   ,   clea wastes no time in beginning her attack.   hands that weave dark spells move to begin a soft caress through sofie's hair   ,   knowing how daring the move is when she is as frustrated as she appeared to be.   a smile is growing as she hovers in close   ,   the two of them alone for the first time since their journey began.   ❝   sofie . . . are you truly upset about what alfira said to me   ?   ❞   a soft chuckle leaves the sorceress' lips as she leans into the half - elf's ear   ,    her hands now resting on either side of her shoulders.   ❝   i was speaking in jest when i told you what she wanted.   i cannot control what others desire of me.   ❞   clea's words are biting   ,   no doubt luring the half   -   elf into further argument   ,   perhaps curious to see more of that fire that flickered ever so briefly moments ago.   ❝   though admittedly   ,   i am a tad bit disappointed. i had hoped the casual mention might have instilled something in you.   a drive to action perhaps   ,   but clearly i was mistaken in my hypothesis.   ❞   clea sighs   ,   biting her lip   ,   her tone taking on a sweeter tone usually reserved only for the woman before her.   ❝   i thought we had a shared admiration   ,   little   fawn   ,   but instead you choose to pout   &   run away.   that's fine , if that's what you wish.   i can sleep soundly if this is meant to be confirmation that nothing is growing between us both. ❞

[betrayale]

ㅤ " jest or not, i do not appreciate being made to feel foolish. " her voice wavers only slightly in its expression of distaste and discontent. jokes and teases have never been one of her strong points, far too literal a brain to fully grasp when someone's being insincere for the sake of a laugh, and far too sensitive a heart to grasp why they would do so in the first place. the ire in her words does not, however, match the expression on her currently flushed face — clea's breath against the knife - tip of her ear makes her shudder, skin tingling despite her fervent attempts to ignore it. " surely you've learned as much by now, if you truly admire me as you claim. " still pouting, she fiddles with the fabric of her shirt nervously, her earlier fire now reduced to smoldering embers, the anger on her face softened to something more somber.

ㅤshe has never been in love before. no ... that's not what this is. is it? whatever this unbearable, undeniable, undefinable attraction is, it is wholly new to her, and unfamiliar things and sofie renard do not mix, the uncertainty of it all only causing her more and more anxiety. finally, she slowly turns to look up at clea from where she's seated on the fallen log ; even through the canopy above, the moon manages to glint off her large, dark eyes, their focus solely on the woman before her. the silence that settles in between them is thick and heavy, and broken only once she musters the courage to speak. " is the concept truly so easy for you? sleeping soundly, after such a disappointment ... i couldn't bear to show my face at camp again. " her voice shakes, marked by brutal honesty and vulnerability. " i don't— i don't understand what i feel. what i feel ... for you. but the idea of garnering your interest one day, only for you to choose someone else the next ... i cannot bear it. i will not. and if that is your intention ... please, tell me now so that i may endure this pain now rather than later. "

[betrayale]

sof and who