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❛ 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝚄𝙿𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺𝚂, 𝚈𝙴 𝙼𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚈, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙻𝙴. ❜

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“ is our situation not dismal ? ”

[ x ]

—– –♕: “perhaps yours is, my dear caelia.” frothy white orbs scanned the midnight sky, taking in the sight of the cosmos laid to bare before her eyes as she and ludivico stood in the middle of the barren plain. “nothing is ever dismal for long, though. this schism is only temporary, the faithful shall soon away back to my side, for they know what TERRIBLE WRATH i am capable of rendering. before you know it, we shall be restored to our former glory and those who have transgressed shall pay dearly for their insolence.”

[blvtgott-blog]

-- i want to give samara a witcher verse, but all i can come up with is how savagely she would roast the vampires of toussaint for being moody mall goths, lmao

[phantomemes]

lines taken from various characters and events found in  american mcgee’s  game  ,  alice : madness returns  ( 2011 ) .  feel free to change pronouns   ( he , she , they , i , etc )   &  tenses as you feel necessary .

“ another day  ,  a different dream perhaps ”

“ i know what’s real ”

“ i know i’m guilty of something ”

“ punishment hardly ever suits the victims of a crime ”

“ you’ve used me and abused me  ,  but you will not destroy me ! ”

“ i want to forget ”

“ it’s not a dream  ,  it’s a memory ”

“ how is one to find her way ? ”

“ i didn’t kill my family ”

“ i’ve not come back here looking for a fight ”

“ i’m not afraid to die ”

“ when you’re not on edge  ,  you’re taking up too much space ”

“ threats  ,  promises  ,  and good intentions don’t amount to action ”

“ every picture tells a story .  sometimes we don’t like the ending .  sometimes we don’t understand it ”

“ delusions  ,  too  ,  die hard with memory ”

“ only the savage regard the endurance of pain as the measure of worth ”

“ forgetting pain is convenient  ,  remembering it  :  agonizing ”

“ a secret is only a secret when it is unspoken to another ”

“ different denotes neither bad nor good  ,  but it certainly means not the same ”

“ how fine you look when dressed in rage ”

“ is our situation not dismal ? ”

“ every adventure requires a first step ”

“ only a few find the way  ,  some don’t recognize it when they do — some don’t ever want to ”

“ everything’s a nail  ,  is it  ,  miss hammerhead ? ”

“ forgetting’s just forgetting  ,  except when it’s not ”

“ a good guest does not overstay  ,  a perfect guest stays home ”

“ who benefits from your madness ? ”

“ what you claim not to know is merely what you’ve denied ”

“ authority must be obeyed  ,  or it must be overthrowned ”

“ you shouldn’t ask questions you know the answer to ”

“ make your survival mean something ”

“ memory is more often a curse than a blessing ”

“ the past must be paid for ”

“ you’re as randomly lethal and entirely confused as you ever were ”

“ return to whatever hovel’s home to you ”

“ your presence here is unwelcome ”

“ everyone here has an excuse for doing nothing ”

“ this world is not so either  /  or ”

“ what’s true of the living is often true of the dead ”

“ this life is full of random death ”

“ death is the ultimate equalizer ”

“ all have the right to be eaten ”

“ you’re not that good a liar  ,  and i’m not that stupid ”

“ your madness will be punished ”

“ come to receive your punishment then ? ”

“ the damage is done ”

[lcstrega]

It was difficult to think of others in the Queen’s presence; Already equipped with a special thing for those with white hair and an authoritative presence, the witch melted like butter at even the most subtle of remarks or suggestions.

“I would be honored, My Queen.” The witch bowed her head, gentle hands gingerly taking the Matriarch’s, a kiss pressed to her pale knuckle. Oh, to be punished for such an unprompted act would not bother her. No, in fact, any of Samara’s attention was good attention, minus execution. 

And the lonely witch was the perfect basin for Samara’s poison. 

“Shall I open a portal and bring us there?”

[blvtgott-blog]

----- --♕: feeling the other’s lips softly graze against her knuckles elicited the faintest of smiles from the bane of men. so eager was the witch to try and earn her affections; samara wondered if they were truly genuine or simply the solicitations of a being infinitely her greater. she would, of course, allow them to continue, not one to simply rebuke the supplication of such affections.

“could you? that would be simply wonderful of you, dear.” samara replied, long, spindly fingers absently twisting ‘round aeva’s preternatural coif.  “perhaps we could have ludivico do something with this raggedy mop atop your head that you call ‘hair.’ and perhaps whilst he is at it, we may find you some new clothes. a beauty such as yours should not be resolved to dress as a common magpie.”

[lcstrega]

“I–,” She stuttered, a few broken words falling out, her mouth twitching at the scratch. Eyes quickly looked down at the mirror, truly afraid of making Samara wait. “One moment.”

And as promised, a murky scene was presented in the magic glass; the one she sought. A man standing at a window, coat draped over tired shoulders. It didn’t take her long to recognize the view before him; it was one of numerous flats she’d offered to let him use when he was ‘regulating’, despite everything. They gave him more than just a place to stay; they couldn’t be found or properly entered without her consent.

“He’s in Prague, my lady. I didn’t– I didn’t lose him.” The projection continued, not about to stop it until instructed to. “He doesn’t wish for my company any longer. I assumed you would have known that. You… usually know everything.”

[blvtgott-blog]

----- --♕: her demeanor seemed to shift entirely once it was that she got what she wanted; staunch frustration melting from her face, lips now embellished by a scarlet smile. truly, she was pleased, but only to hear that aballach had broken this one’s heart as well. lo, how she relished in the anguish in the other’s that she, too, had once felt. to know that she were not alone in her suffering made it all the more endurable. 

“hearken now, dear. i am powerful, but not omnipotent.”

feigning disappointment, she eclipsed her palm over the hand mirror, collapsing the instrument but not once breaking eye contact with the young witch. “aballach is a fickle thing, i have learned. like a cat. given to traipsing about as he pleases. he will find his way back home to you. of that, i am certain.” 

and like a cat, aballach would require the proper enticement to return to his keeper’s doorstep.  “hm,” vile tongue lapped at the thick, obsidian liquid that ran down her nail. “i wonder if you might enjoy an eve spent in my company? not spent here, mind. i am loath to even breathe the air in this pile of refuse for a minute more.” 

pressing her body closer to the other’s, her mouth twisted with intent. “i have a place in the city, a ‘penthouse’ as it is called. no palace, but splendiferous all the same. and before you ask: you deserve an evening away from this depressive hut.”

[freakyyvirgo]

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[wintersvldierr]

Part 2

Part 1|Part 3

[strong-n-sapphic]

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how many have cum between ur breasts

—– –♕: @lcstrega​, do stop leaving your garbage on my front stoop, you silly bitch. 

[lcstrega]

“Mi dispiace, Regina– I know my home is no palace.”

Aeva had expected nothing more; Samara came and did as she pleased, how she pleased, when she pleased. There was no refusal unless one wished for death, or to deal with a scorned vampiress and her loyal pet bat. If she came, you told her what she wanted to know, truly, without hesitation.

Even her beloved bird sat perched high in the rafters, beady red eyes watching the regal from a distance.

“I haven’t seen him in many moons.” She rose with an air of caution, moving to open a drawer. Out she pulled a painted black hand mirror, holding it out carefully. Tiny specks glittered as black smoke rose from its depths, awaiting the witch’s will. “Would you like me to find him for you? It… would only take but a moment of your time, your highness.”

[blvtgott-blog]

----- --♕: “no palace at all.” samara hissed, glimpsing around the hovel with utter disgust. 

turning on her heel with an intrinsic grace, the undying dusk narrowed her shadowed lids. what did she MEAN she had not seen in ‘many moons?’ “are you not his keeper? you mean to tell me you have lost him?” 

like the devil were at her heels, she moved with inhuman speed across the small amount of real estate between her and aeva and hovered o’er her menacingly. a sharp, red fingernail, fashioned after a raptor’s talon, skirted softly down the other’s cheek, making the smallest laceration against the delicate marble flesh. thick, sweet-smelling ichor drew from the mark, eliciting a flicker of what could almost be construed as erogenous excitement in the white-eyed gaze of the matriarch. 

“yes, i came here for him and i won’t be leaving until i know where he is.”

[blvtgott-blog]

@lcstrega (x)

----- -- ♕: such reverence from so LOWLY a creature was surely to be commended, but the dread sovereign paid the gesture no mind, walking past the crumpled form of satin and hair with her regal gait. samara’s PET, ludivico, shadowed her every move, one hand ever clutched around the chronicle and the other carrying the train of her velvet, crimson gown with the utmost care not to drop it. 

making her way into aeva’s hovel, white orbs scanned the pathetic environs; such a far cary from the opulent halls she once called home. this was how man lived? in shacks made of wood and dirt? 

p a t h e t i c

“i have not seen aballach in some time, i suspected he was here.” she glanced over her shoulder, daring not to meet the gaze of the other whilst she still bowed.

“--you may rise.”

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