hemomancy

❝ The devil himself can become beauty, so we are told, to corrupt mankind. + B. Cartier 26

[marcellus-eickenhorst]

Ancient’s left eyebrow very slowly — in a passive, phlegmatic fashion — rose while he was watching her with a corner of his eye. Of course, witches most of the time weren’t the crowd you could taunt with no consequences whatsoever, but this one looked..So young. And tiny, enough that Marcel would blink twice, pondering if she was really spitting words back at him, “Are you talking to me or are you, hopefully, out of your goddamn mind and have an invisible friend?”

[bluecartier]

Blue, with her hip popped out to the side and delicate fingers hugging her own anatomy was, too, judging the mental wellness of the stranger. Had he not heard her properly? Or was he actually under the delusion that he was superior to her, with powers and all? The questions circled her thoughts, written in her furrowed brows and sardonic smile. “The only person here is you, so you can’t really think I’m talking to anyone else. Now, get out of my garage, prick. I have work to do and I don’t have time for assholes flouncing in and out,” she countered.

[ivankuznestov]

Ivan raised a brow at her, before motioning to himself dressed in jeans, a v-neck t-shirt, and a hoodie, with nothing on his self aside from a wallet, a set of keys, and a packet of cigarettes and lighter.  “Do I look like the pig, or reporter type?” The girl was a spitfire, but he had never been one to back down.  “I was after some engine bearings for a Jeep Cherokee, 1993 model.”

[bluecartier]

“You don’t want to know my answer to that question,” she spat back, maybe even sardonically. With that said, she disappeared into a hallway -- many rooms branching off from it, and she vanished into one for a few minutes before returning, to which she hoped to be an empty lobby, but she didn’t always get what she wanted. Sadly enough for her. “Four or six cylinder engine? We’ve got one with a broken drive belt, and the other seems fine enough.”

[ivankuznestov]

“Jesus, chill out, there’s no need to jump down a man’s throat.  Why the fuck would you know anything about the cop?  If it’s even the same one we’re thinking of.  Besides, weren’t there two?  Why I’m actually here, is I was told you have some spare parts, or will I get the third degree on that too?”

[bluecartier]

“Yeah, well, I’ve only had a dozen or so guys with recorders and the like strolling through here with questions in the past two hours, so piss off. Not to mention, normally they only care about one or the other, and it seems habit is getting the best of me. As for your spares, it depends what you need -- we don’t stock them on the shelves, but I’d mind the lip, asshole,” she bites.

[lilshitelias]

“Oooh, you’re really kinky. Sorry, I have a boyfriend, I hope you can find a partner though! There are lots of clubs for masochists in town. Don’t ask me how I know–unless you really want to hear some funny stories.”

[bluecartier]

“As if I’d pine after someone like you -- - I’ve got standards, so you know. To address your other confusion about me, I’m not into that sort of stuff, well, at least not in that way,” she replies cryptically. “Now, get out of my garage.”

[motherbirdie]

Birdie tilted her head at the other’s accusations, before shaking it slightly. “You don’t have a very good method of covering up, do you?  And who is Nurse Ratched?” she asked, stepping forward.  “If I were you I would suggest a memory altering spell, although unfortunately those won’t work on me.”

[bluecartier]

“Yeah, you’re real perceptive, and -- - seriously? Nurse Ratched, like, as in the one in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest? Wow, you must be one hell of a shut in,” she mocks openly, eyebrows furrowed at the woman. She was surely crazy, Blue thought.

[adrianbelluci-blog]

“Actually, I could have been blind. Then I would have eyes but no vision,” he said with a smile.

[bluecartier]

“Whatever, smartass. I don’t have time for this,” she complains, turning to leave in the opposite direction with a sneer in the stranger's direction.

[bluecartier]

“As if I know anything about the cop. Now, get outta my garage unless you need a repair, otherwise you’re going to find out what happens to people I actually want to inflict pain on.”

[lucymeadowesdeviants-blog]

Like a necklace of scarlet, pulling it tighter by the second.

bluecartier

[octaviagifs]

Octavia Blake Alphabet: E is for Emotions

[bluecartier]

M O O D B O A R D ; SIDE A -- SISTERLY, LOVING, DEVOTED.

Blue had always been a little more than a bit greedy of her brother’s attentions, but that was Jane Blue Cartier for you. And maybe it was the isolation they created for themselves, or the way he protected her, or maybe it had been there all along and always would have been and will be -- but she loved him a little more than she should have. For Roman Cartier, it was true of her to be willing to do anything for him, no matter the costs.

[adrianbelluci-blog]

“No you’re right, I’m not sure what I saw, but I did see something.”

[bluecartier]

“Well, you have eyes don’t you? It’s kind of a package deal, genius -- eyes come with the great thing that is vision,” she snaps.

[motherbirdie]

“Actually, I think you’ll find I know exactly what I saw and if it wasn’t for me and my sisters you wouldn’t be doing that.  Which, might I add, you definitely shouldn’t be to innocents.  Have you been spending too much time around my big sister?”

[bluecartier]

“Oh my god, you’re a crazy. Of course you think you saw something -- - you’re insane! Look, I think you better run back to the institute before Nurse Ratched starts to worry,” Blue jeers.

[bellamyblako]

I’m a grounder.

[lucymeadowesdeviants-blog]

"Of course she wouldn’t hurt me.” Lucy said softly, for her own benefit more than anything else. “Yeah, lol nah. Never.”

[lucymeadowesdeviants-blog]

bluecartier

[lucymeadowesdeviants-blog]

The woman was much more hostile than the others she’d visited, and Luce couldn’t really understand why. The scene she’d intruded in had been nothing but simple - just a woman and a man, possibly enjoying each others company, possibly more. Nevertheless, Luce had a feeling she’d had this dream before. It was laced with desire and longing, practically vibrated with it. 

“There’s no need to shout.” She began, turning the necklace in the light before setting it down and finding her place in a chair across from the bed, “I’m only visiting.” Luce said calmly as she took in the man standing only feet from her now, eyes alight with curiosity. He had obviously been conjured up by the dreamer, and he bent to her will, but Lucy couldn’t help but wonder if he might somehow hear her. Or maybe he was just a shell, a puppet to be played by his puppeteer who sat so sternly on the bed, eyes on fire. 

“Hello.” Lucy called up to the man, giving him a soft wave before turning her head to the girl, “Can he hear me?” She asked, tilting her head slightly. After all, the woman had immediately known Lucy was a dreamwalker; who was to say she wouldn’t know anything else about such a phenomenon? 

“Anyway, I don’t know much about how this works,” She began, lifting her hand and turning it over in the light. She could practically see streams of electricity beneath her olive skin, her veins sparking with magic, “but I think even if I was brain dead I’d be able to find my way back here. More often than not, too. You know, magic and all that. I assume you’re a witch?”

[bluecartier]

Blue saw the turn of emotion in her eyes rather than her face, the glances she cast from her brother to herself and something turned over in the depths of her stomach at the prospect of the stranger uprooting her very longings and desires. This was, as it had been identified as many times, a dream of hers. A simple dream in which each of her surprisingly few desires came to her in the subconscious of her mind, where nobody should have been able to venture.

It was this that made Blue act on her anger, that and the condescending tone the intruder picked up. Blue hated being condescended, she had decided that a long time ago, and so she focused her magic on the girl, prepared to contort her body into something unrecognizable after she had drowned her own blood. But that was just it -- - nothing happened. Not a single reaction reflected in the woman’s smug vision, and it pissed the former off more than anything the stranger had done thus far. Jane’s blood was practically boiling with the fury, but none of it showed in her facial expressions, which still mimicked that of a look of agitation, but not yet fury.

As for Roman, or at least dream Roman, he reacted just so to the words directed to him, elegant face turning to the direction of the sound. Yes, he had heard every word and witnessed every act made between the two women, but remained as he would have -- smug and silent. Until addressed, that was. “Why wouldn’t I hear you,” he questioned, as though it were obvious as his sister fumed at his side.

“Don’t talk to her, and you to him,” she snapped, always more than a bit greedy of his attentions. That was Blue Cartier for you. “Trust me, it didn’t take more than a few seconds to register you as an ignorant imbecile. Your lack of knowledge on the workings of dream walking is blatant, and as is your understanding of being brain dead to the point of forgetting the simple intake and outtake of breath -- which by the way, would result in death, and therefore no more irritating interruptions from the clueless witch. So, allow me to inform you that as a witch that is very experienced in the like, I suggest you try not to aggravate me before I show you how dream walking works in my dreams.”

[lucymeadowesdeviants-blog]

Truthfully, when it came to dreamwalking, Luce didn’t think much on the privacy of others. The idea that ones dreams might be their personal escape, their sanctuary, hardly dawned on the doe eyed brunette. After all, Luce had never been able to escape her mind. Not in dreams, not in fantasies. Only in slipping into the subconscious of others. Yet as she ghosted through the halls of what seemed to resemble more of a castle than a home, she felt an odd sense of unease wash over her. For the first time, Luce began to wonder if she was even meant to be there. 

The thought was only confirmed as ice shot out of the darkness, piercing her skin and forcing a wince out of her features. The voice knew what she was and Lucy wondered if the woman had encountered dreamwalkers before. Had she forced them into a permanent in between state like she threatened now? Was it even possible?

Turning the corner Luce slipped into the room, emerging from the shadows that cloaked over the door only to find a man as still as a statue peering out a window. He didn’t even notice her; the woman, though, shot daggers her way. “I can’t. Not yet.” Lucy said mindlessly, not entirely sure what she meant by it yet it felt right. True. She couldn’t leave yet. 

“Is this your home?” She mused, sliding deeper into the room where her fingers began to brush over objects on the vanity. A picture frame, a silver hair brush, their dance only stopped on top of a locket where her fingers curled around the chain, lifting it into the light. “You have a lovely home.”

[bluecartier]

With one foot sweeping just behind her figure, Blue fell into a stance that indicated she was ready to retaliate should the girl have posed a threat. Then, she looked too much of a lamb to challenge a lion -- but Blue remained as she was all the same. Roman, too, fell in line beside her as she willed him to. Though, that, in itself, was an act heavy with irony as it would have been a rare occasion for Blue to command her brother, and for him to listen. However, her dream remained hers to control and manipulate. 

This girl, this intruder, would have been no different, Blue decided. She was a problem, to be rid of. What was more was that every wandering movement the stranger made across her home infuriated Blue further, as if it was the woman’s aim to challenge her. But Jane did not care to be challenged, not ever. “Put that down,” she sounded, her tone so brittle it seemed like it could have taken on physical form, and was near breaking. 

After all, the locket -- the brush, and picture frame were her own things, her own cherished belongings. A photo of her mother, whom she had never known, and locket from her brother -- coupled with the brush he used to adoringly stroke her hair with. They were hers. All hers.

“This is my home, and if you think you can prance in here, you’re wrong. In fact, this is my mind, my subconscious -- you stupid bitch. Get out or I’ll make sure that when you wake up, you’ll be so brain dead that you’ll have forgotten how to even breathe properly,” she threatened, fingers twitching with the agitation that bubbled inside of her.

[bluecartier]

okay major update on autumn’s life right now bc she got a puppy and he’s flippin adorable and his name is gale and idk I thought I would share this with you guys bc why not? but yeah, here’s him

2 cute 4 words, I know. anyways, yeah, that’s it. that’s the life changing news I had for everyone so

looooooove, autumn (like the season) AND GALE (-: