XIX. DEATH

𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜.

[pheonyks]

-   ❛  if i didn’t know any better i’d think you are making a threat.  ❜ -   ❛  well, do you?  ❜ -   ❛  do i what?  ❜ -   ❛  know better.  ❜

[heireating]

 MUSICAL STARTERS VOL.1    BEETLEJUICE    MICHAEL MCDOWELL, LARRY WILSON

❛ It’s showtime. ❜

❛ I’ve seen the exorcist about 167 times, and it keeps getting funnier every single time I see it. ❜

❛ I’m the ghost with the most, babe. ❜

❛ Never trust the living. ❜

❛ I myself am strange and unusual. ❜

❛ Thanks, I’ve been feeling a little flat. ❜

❛ A little gasoline…blowtorch…no problem. ❜

❛ Go ahead, make my millennium! ❜

❛ Unhappy? What did you expect? You’re dead! ❜

❛ My whole life is a dark room, one big, dark room. ❜

❛ Come on a little closer! Step right up! Test your strength! ❜

❛ I wanna be dead too. ❜

❛ I didn’t realise you were into the supernatural. ❜

❛ Don’t mind her. She’s still upset, because somebody dropped a house on her sister. ❜

❛ We’re dead. I don’t think we have very much to worry about anymore. ❜

❛ These aren’t my rules. Come to think of it, I don’t have any rules. ❜

❛ You have got to take the upper hand in all situations or people, whether they’re dead or alive, will walk all over you. ❜

❛ I am alone. I am utterly alone. ❜

❛ They were trying to scare you away, and you didn’t get scared. ❜

❛ Please, they’re dead. It’s a little late to be neurotic. ❜

❛ What’s the good of being a ghost if you can’t frighten people away? ❜

❛ The only one I think I can deal with is Edgar Allan Poe’s daughter. I think she understands me. ❜

❛ At least someone’s life hasn’t been upheaved. ❜

❛ Here hold that for me, would ya? ❜

❛ Not so fast. We’re gonna have some laughs. ❜

❛ Come on. Think of it as a marriage of inconvenience, okay? We both get something. ❜

❛ I’m tellin’ ya, honey, she meant nothin’ to me. Nothin’ at all! ❜

❛ I’m feeling a little, ooh, anxious if you know what I mean. It’s been about six hundred years after all. ❜

❛ The man next to me is the one I want. You asked me, I’m answering. Yes, I love that man of mine. ❜

❛ Who do I have to kill? ❜

[dreamaval-blog]

maybe lesbian yearning is just diaval being indebted to maleficent only to fall madly in love with her and proceed to have a 5 year long intimate relationship burdened by the fact that he lacks the vocabulary and understanding of human customs to articulate that he does In Fact love her deeply and wants to make her his wife... maybe that’s just what lesbianism is actually about baby!!!!!!!!

[dreamaval-blog]

diaval is 6’5” of pure butch whoopass like. hes supposedly serving maleficent but maybe we should all be serving him instead 🤧

[iwt-v]

“Most women are dull and stupid. But not Miss Lister.”

[dreamaval-blog]

MALEFICENT.   mistress.

THE BLINDING RUSH OF LONG-DENIED BLISS     boils  in  her  veins,  girlish  almost,  as  pure  as  she  had  been  when  closing  her  eyes  to  a  sleep  that’d  taken  her  wings.  her  fingers  that  had  clutched  his  hand  to  the  paling  as  he  dragged  her  to  solitary,  now  grow  frigid  when  he  slips  away  &  fear  brutally  strikes  the  beat  of  her  pulse.    ❛    what  ?   ❜     it’s  naught  but  a  whisper,  barely  audible,  a  hiccup  of  a  cry  trapped  in  her  throat.  horrors  flow  over  her  as  timid  looking  rivers  that  swallow  deers  &  trees  whole,  salt  brims  the  gleam  of  her  greens  fallen  martyr  to  mist.     ❛    you  don’t  know  what  you  are  saying.   ❜    a  hiss.  wounded  animal.  —  a  tremor  that  mirrors  his  entraps  her  as  a  songbird  nestless  in  winter  gust,  swollen  tears  she  has  hardly  kept  at  bay  with  helpless  heavy  blinks  stream  down  the  ivory  of  her  flesh.    ❛   i  wouldn’t  have  you  lie  to  me  ! —–   i  couldn’t  take  it.   ❜    fury  her  armour,  though  the  pleading  whistle  in  her  breath  through  its  cracking  :  a  whole  new  face,  fresh  as  a  snake.  she  storms  closer,  a  push  he  &  she  alike  know  all  too  well  could  have  been  easily  deadly,  land  but  a  soft  thud  on  his  chest  that  she  had  rested  a  relieving  touch  minutes  past.   ❛   i  kissed  you  because  i’m  a  fool.  not  because  it  was  convenient.  —-   i  kissed  you  because  i’d  missed  you  too  much   to  wait.  i’m  a  bloody  weak  fool  that  gave  in  to  what  i  knew  could  never  be  mine.   ❜    she  stumbles  away,  the  sobs  that’d  dressed  the  poison  she  spat  grow  thicker,  wrap  a  choking  hand  around  her  throat.    ❛   you  don’t  love  me.  how  could  you  love  me  ?   ❜   a  plea,  a  begging  to  be  held,  to  hear  what  she  swore  would  never  believe.   ❛   —- how  could  you  love  me  back  ?   ❜

❛   DO YOU KNOW?   do  you  know  what  you’re  saying?   ❜     years   &   years  behind  that  brambled  bank  had  not  made  her  kind,   but  there  are  wounds  for  wounds;   he  does  not  shy  from  afflicting  her  with  his  own.     ❛   I AM NOT STEFAN.   ---   i  do  not  lie  to  you,   i  would  not  betray  your  trust.   you  asked  me  to  be  your  wings   &   so  i  became  them.   ❜     his  voice  is  struck  by  grief   &   sullied  with  black  tears.     ❛   but  i  became  so  much  more,   also.   ❜     the  scars  of  every  beast  between  him   &   that  raven  pitch  across  his  body  in  thick,  sappy  bands:   dimples,   nicks   &   gashes,   all  at  her  behest,   &   not  a  single  regret  for  any  one;   when  he  stumbles  backwards,   her  handprint  burns  hot  as  iron.     ❛   ---   i  was  your  servant  above  all  else,   but  i  did  not  become  your  bedfellow  out  of  duty.   surely--   surely  i’m  not  mad   .   .   .   you  felt  it  too.   ❜     his  desperation  is  tangible,   pungent,   red.   he  does  not  close  the  space  between  them,  but  neither  does  he  ream  it  further  with  his  fury  any  longer.     ❛   I LOVE YOU.   i--   i  want  you  to  be  mine   .   .   .   as  i  have  been  yours!    that  is  marriage!   to  have   &   to  hold,   &   everything  else  it  implies.   ---   i  want  you  to  be  my  wife.   is  that  not   .   .   .   satisfactory?   ---   have  i  asked  so  little?   ❜

[dreamaval-blog]

❛  I WANT YOU TO BE MY W -   ❜     the  bustle  of  the  courtyard  dulls  in  comparison  to  the  furious  ticking  that  erupts  inside  his  head.   heat  clutches  his  throat  in  briary  branches  as  he  wills  himself  strides  astray  from  her  figure,   that  now,   as  always,   seems  so  dainty  against  all  the  tales  of  her  as  dusky  horrors.     ❛  i want you to be my wife!   ---   i  love  you!   &   you  know  that,   you’ve  always  known  it.   you  feel  it  as  i  do   &   yet  you  never  gave  me  the  words  to  convey  it!   ❜     his  large  black  eyes  have  gone  heavy   &   moorish,   &   he  trembles  all  over  in  a  way  that  is  so  achingly  unorthodox  to  his  fowlish  form.     ❛   but  now.   NOW  you  would  flaunt  me  as  a---   as  a  prize?   because  its---  convenient   .   .   .   for  you?   that  is  not  love!   that  is  not  what  ripens  a  marriage!   ❜

[pheonyks]

-   ❛  did you bump your head?  ❜ -   ❛  yes.  ❜

[dreamaval-blog]

MALEFICENT.   mistress.

❛   AS IF YOU’D KNOW OF SUCH.   —  beastie  will  be  upset  if  i  don’t  go,  you  said  so  yourself.  —    ❜    frigid  glare  glimmering  at  the  corner  of  greens  wildfire.  resentment  that  swells  cracked  like  a  dying  breath.     ❛    i  just  don’t  want  to  break  her  heart.  nothing  will  come  of  it.  you  are  a  fool  if  you  think  i’d  let  my  daughter  get   feasted  on.  —   i’d  rather  her  see  it  herself  than  have  her  believe  lies.   ❜

❛   WOULDN’T I THOUGH?   ❜     his  black  eyes  careen  the  curves  of  her  figure,   briefly  transfixed  on  all  that’s  ever  been laid  bare;   it  crosses  his  mind  that  his  boldness  is  misplaced,   a  tragic  side  effect  of  his  ever-growing  restlessness.   however,   the cost is worth the prize.     ❛   ---   if  i  may  be  frank,   mistress   .   .   .   you  aren’t  one  to  hold  their  temper.   &   it’s  likely  the  queen  is  similarly  disinclined  to  hold  her  disdain  for  the  fae  .   .   .   ❜     his  amusement  is  scarcely  contained,   bolstered  more  by  her  displeasure.     ❛   something  will  come  of  it,   though  not,   i  imagine,   what  her  highness  nor  her  betrothed  were  hoping  for.   ❜