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Vanessa moved back to my multimuse blog! It’s just easier for me!
intcrwoven | dr. abraham & vanessa.
Mirth faded into an earnest expression when she spoke. There’s a chance here to further weave a connection to them. Though she no longer wears the cross around her neck–a rather curious and interesting choice, he finds–once a Catholic, always a Catholic, no matter how hard one might attempt to deny or defy God. So, he replies to her quiet plea for him to believe her, “I’m a Catholic, Miss Ives. Believing in a mighty power that watches over us all and has powers to turn water into blood and restore life to what was once dead requires me to have an open mind.”
Never mind that he had been present during all of those occurrences. Often as a snake rather than in human form as he wore now. The snake was harder for his brother, Michael, to sniff out whenever Lucifer decided to walk the earth for a time. “Please,” Dr. Abraham nodded to her with his head, brow pressed into serious consideration, “tell me your story. Don’t spare the details. What you may deem unimportant may prove to be valuable to me.”
A wry smile can be seen forming on her lips. “The almighty and I have a complicated history.” However, she can see his point in confiding in her that he is a Catholic, Vanessa appreciates it greatly.
She inhales deeply and while she exhales she starts to tell him about her youth, her friendship with Mina, catching her mother have sex with Sir Malcolm and how it awakened something dark inside of her. The whispers she heard, the way she betrayed Mina. Her time in the hospital and what they did to her, her recovery, her headaches, her visions. Her time with the cut wife and how she died. Tears started to fall while she talked and she took a sip of her drink.
Then she started to talk again. About finding Sir Malcolm and living with him, Mina’s death, about the vampires, the witches. And Ethan, how she had started to fall in love with him and how he had left her. How everyone had left her alone with her own demons. How she now fights against loneliness.
Teary-eyed she looks up at him when she is done talking. She has no idea how much time had passed, but all she knows is that it feels good to talk to someone about it all, even if he didn’t believe her. At least she shared.
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EXCLUSIVES LIST:
Marisa Coulter - @vilemonkey. Dinah Laurel Lance - @sonicanary.
If you want to be exclusive or mains, just come into my IM’s!
* OOC ! I just unfollowed a lot of people/blogs that haven’t been active for over 3 weeks (and i’ve had no threads with), i haven’t talked to OOC and blogs that I haven’t had IC stuff with (save for the people I just followed back) for the last year or so. Only following 40 blogs now and this blog will be set as private.
Also a reminder that I take exclusives & mains.
Miss Vanessa Ives + costumes part 1
by Gabriella Pescucci
viividpurity // ravenna.
“I do have important things to tend to.” Ravenna agreed, as a queen, there were many things she had to take care of. Some more pleasant than others. Yet, she could spare some more time. “But it would be my pleasure to show you the way. I would not want for you to get lost or harmed on your way.”
"Well, that's very kind of you," Vanessa said with sincerity. Of course, a part of her still didn't trust the woman, but her initial thoughts about the woman seemed to be wrong. She had shown nothing but kindness. "May I ask my saviors name?" She questioned with a small smile playing on her lips.
MAINS & EXCLUSIVES CALL !
Like this post if you wanna talk being mains or being exclusive. I’m making a page in my Guidelines section for this!
Verbis Diabolo is different from anything I've ever done. First, it's a posteriori, which means that all the words and grammar come from other—in this case, real world—sources. Specifically, the sources were Arabic, Akkadian, Middle Egyptian, Attic Greek, Latin, Farsi and Turkish. Second, VD was not intended to be a language proper. I looked at the language as an art piece. VD is supposed to be a language twisted in form; wrenched from Earth's languages. Many words that meant something in a given language are taken and reversed phonetically to produce the equivalent VD word. Sometimes the reversal came with a reversal in meaning, as with justa, from Latin, which becomes atsüü, "vile". Also pieces of words from many different languages will often be combined to produce portmanteaux which may have nothing to do with the original meanings of any of the parts.
In addition, though there are patterns in the language, sometimes the patterns are broken for no reason. A word which has meant the same thing every time one has heard it will suddenly have a new meaning in a new sentence for no discernible reason. Words will change orders to subvert previously attested patterns; words will be pronounced differently for no reason at all; the auxiliary, one of the few bits of predictability in the language, will move or drop out entirely.
All of this combines to produce something that doesn't sound an awful lot like a language, and I think that's true. It defies attempts to learn it, meaning that the only way to actually speak it is to be touched by the devil. In effect, that was the point.
David J. Peterson, writer and language creator, president of the Language Creation Society. Also the creator of the Dothraki and Valyrian languages for the Game of Thrones TV series.
vilemonkey // marisa.
There were things that Marisa didn’t control, couldn’t understand to some extend. & though, she had tried. Countless times. There was a darkness in Vanessa, something darker than Marisa, who had nothing to do with her actions, because the brunette’s intentions were always good. But she was sinful, oh dear she was, & Marisa had tasted a drop of that addicted scorpion’s poison more than once.
“ You need help. ” A cold statement, blue eyes glared back at the woman who was only inhabited by some devil. Perhaps Marisa had the solution, she could fix her, just like she was currently trying to fix the children with their upcoming sinful minds. A cut… what was just a cut ? After ell, Marisa had gone through that breaking bond in her past, sure it made her different, but she had gained power as well. Would she be there if she was just an ordinary woman ? She watched her daemon scorpion, longly, hands fidgeting in her lap, “ I can help you. ”
She leered at Marisa. "Like you helped all those children? Dead because of you." She knew about that, the goddess knew all of what was on the other’s mind. Vanessa didn't, but Vanessa wasn't here right now. She was busy fighting to come back. "I know all about you and your sins, so delightful they all are. And now you want Vanessa to be separated from her daemon like all those DEAD children like you almost were. To go through the same pain you once did."
She laughed, it was dark, menacing. "You go ahead because all that remains from your precious Vanessa is me. She would have lost her own soul and only have one. Me." She advanced the other, the way she moved so different from how Vanessa normally moved, she now moved more cat-like, like a predator ready to pounce her prey. Which was exactly what she might be doing.
OOC ! Activity notice. I’ve already been slow because work has been kicking my ass, but it will be even worse. I’m going on a holiday for the coming 10 days. So I honestly won’t be around because we don’t have wifi there, I do have some replies on my google drive on mobile, so I will reply to some stuff on there and once I’m back home my activity should be a lot better. I’ll try to queue some stuff so you all won’t notice my absence. Hopefully!
“ nobody’s taking nothing from me 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍. ”
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Once I'm back from my holiday I'm gonna write out my extensive his dark materials verse (mostly book based) and follow other blogs from that fandom because I love it so much!!!
vilemonkey // marisa.
Marisa smiled by way of answer. These galas were all deeply boring her, only the ones with congresses about some interesting searches appealed her. Being a socialite in order to get more connexions with politics & a fair amount of explorers to meet. She needed to squeeze the good hands to get what she wanted to achieve someday. The Dust. She had started to get obsessed about the Dust, Rusakov particles. Marisa knew it all about parallel worlds, she wouldn’t have disclosed it to a lot of people, but she had spent some time in another when she was eighteen. They all thought she was just a clever beautiful woman, but she was far more than that. Vanessa could get anyone she wanted to, she only had to snap her fingers in the empty air. The thought amused Marisa. “ What are you waiting for ? ” The taller blonde crossed one arm against her chest as to weight her drink on her forearm, glancing around. “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t be into her. ”
She looked at her friend and laughed a little, her friend who was in many ways as closed off and as much of a riddle as Vanessa was. Another thing they had in common. What they didn’t have in common was that Marisa wanted to have power over others, Vanessa only wanted power over herself. She wasn’t a scholar, however, Vanessa Ives was certainly an intelligent woman. Some called her gifted even. She didn’t need to work, but she did have a hunger for knowledge and she didn’t like not understanding something.
She looked at the woman again and faced Marisa, leaned in a little as if sharing a little secret. “She is Mr. Knorres his wife. I do not want to touch someone who has been touched by him. Out of all the men here I like him the least. The poor woman though, she would have been helped a lot by some attention from me.”
OOC ! Activity notice. I’ve already been slow because work has been kicking my ass, but it will be even worse. I’m going on a holiday for the coming 10 days. So I honestly won’t be around because we don’t have wifi there, I do have some replies on my google drive on mobile, so I will reply to some stuff on there and once I’m back home my activity should be a lot better. I’ll try to queue some stuff so you all won’t notice my absence. Hopefully!
𝙾𝚁 𝙱𝙴𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 , 𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽 𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳.
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