The LaCroix Widow

est. 2013 | Indie OC| NSFW |Open verse | Read BIO

[lacroixwidow]

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I'm dying for some rp!!

[roleplaymemesforyou]

Send ☘ for a compliment from my muse

[occasionalrpmemes]

questions for the mun, regarding the muse.

What makes you the most emotional about your muse?

What made you decide to write this muse?

If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?

If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?

If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?

If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?

If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?

Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?

What do you love about your muse?

What do you hate about your muse?

What about your muse amuses you?

What about your muse makes you sad?

How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?

Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?

In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?

Why do you think you connect to your muse?

What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?

If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?

[come up with your own question for the mun, regarding the muse]

[rp-meme-slut]

Send me “✒” Plus another muse and I will draw my muse with them!

[musingmemes]

ahs: coven meme

“ it’s too hot. my frickin’ vagina’s sweating. ”

“ don’t make me drop a house on you. ”

“bitch! i will eat you.”

“ is this where we all sing kum-bah-yah? ”

“please don’t send us to jail.”

“ did we just marry the devil? because i’m not down with that. ”

“crotchless panties for everyone.”

“ surprise bitch, i bet you thought you’d seen the last of me. ”

“she’s innocent… mostly. she killed neighbor but the bitch had it coming.”

“ haven’t you heard? i have no soul. ”

“don’t be a hater, dear.”

“ i think i’m gonna like it here. ”

“you must pay for what you’ve done.”

“ can’t we just have a little fun? ”

“any last words?”

“ feel the fear and the pain, let it all in, and then let it all go. ”

“i have something you want.”

“ get the hell off of me! ”

“go to hell, you stupid hag.”

“ i can’t feel anything. ”

“we’re just messing with you.”

“ you can all just die. ”

“i need a cigarette.”

“ is this just a joke to you? ”

“you’re such a goddamn idiot.”

“ you look pretty good without a shirt. ”

“kiss my ass.”

“ you’re a stone cold bitch. ”

“ when you play with fire,you get burned.”

“you’re mocking my grief.”

[goddamnplvcky]

just not meant to be.

[lacroixwidow]

ygoddamnplvcky:

         ❝ Well, things change! ❞

With every word that escaped her she knew she was being irrational. Just the night before they had been more than fine.Lana had even been prepared to open up more. Viian had opened up completely to her, and it seemed so unfair. But then she had gone and uttered those three little words and any progress Lana had made was immediately reverted.

                  ❝…I think you should go. ❞

  Vivian stared at her, frozen with disbelief. Tears gathered in her eyes while her lower lip began to twitch. This couldn’t be happening. Her disbelief slowly evolved into anger, those tears hot as they dripped down her cheeks. She stepped to her and got right in her personal space. Lips curled back in a sneer and she pointed at her with a long finger. 

                     “FUCK you, Lana. If you think you can                           do away with everything--because you’re                                                                                   A F R A I D?”

She scoffed at her, feeling the anger turning into remorse. With a step back, she shook her head in shame. Three words, and Lana was finished with her. Wiping her cheeks, she murmured in a sad tone, 

                 “You might not now, but soon, you’ll                             realize the gravity of your mistake.                                try as you might, but you will NEVER                                     find what we had. And for that I’m sorry.”

[lacroixwidow]

sardonicbeauty:

                                                             @lacroixwidow • ♥

                     ❝ well ain’t you just itchin’ for a scratch. ❞           an amused smirk forms at the corner of the vampire’s          lips as eyes trail over the womans form as if she were          being served on a silver platter. mouth close to watering          already, it isn’t often that someone catches her fancy          immediately upon arrival, but this one was practically          screaming internally for attention.

She hadn’t even been at the bar for more than a minute before she had heard a sultry, southern voice behind her. Vivian glanced over her shoulder with a quizzical expression, then smirked immediately upon gazing over the woman. The widow turned around more to further inspect the blonde, eyes scanning over her features.

                    “Depends on whom is scratching.”

Her voice was light, airy with the touches of England. Lips curled up with a smile and her hand was presented to her in form of greeting. Her head tilted, her hair falling over her shoulder to expose a long and healthy neck.

                                                                         “I’m Vivian.”

[goddamnplvcky]

just not meant to be.

[lacroixwidow]

goddamnplvcky:          

     ❝ How am I supposed to forget that?          Vivian–it’s just–it’s not that simple! ❞

  It should have been. Lana should have been able to let it go, just to enjoy her time with the only person she’d ever met that truly understood what she had been through–but she couldn’t. She was certain that she would end up destroying her even worse than she already was.

         “It IS that simple! You’re the one                 making this difficult! You’re punishing me for--                      for a slip of words? That’s not fair! That’s not--”

She felt her voice broke. How could Lana do this? How could she so easily throw what was happening between them away like it was nothing? Out of fear? Out of spite? They needed each other! Who else could understand what they had gone through? Who else would know what it was like to be chased by a monster? 

She took in a shaky breath, closing her eyes to calm herself. After a moment, her eyes opened and she stepped to her. Vivian took the blonde’s hands and held them, keeping her gaze on Lana’s.

                     “Lana. Don’t--don’t throw this out. Whatever                       it is that is giving you doubt, let it go. We never                       have to define what this. We said we never would!”

[samenkomen]

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[goddamnplvcky]

just not meant to be.

[lacroixwidow]

Lana could read her like a book. It was understandable, as she felt completely transparent around the reporter. The feelings had been coming to the surface and it was impossible to hide them around Lana now. And now, because of this, she was about to lose her. 

Vivian couldn’t lose her. Not when she finally began feeling like a human again. No, she’d fight. She was not about to lose this with her, not over some silly, sentimental phrases.

               “No--no it was a mistake! My mind was thick                             with lust. I never...never meant to say it!                             Lana...they’re just words. They--they didn’t                                 have meaning. Can’t we forget it ever happened?”                 

[iamwhatiames]

[goddamnplvcky]

“No. Please. Please come back to me"

❝ I can’t do this anymore, Vivian.                    I told you I didn’t want this.❞

It was too much. Neither of them were in the mental state to take part in a relationship like this. They didn’t have anything to give and Lana knew herself well enough to be certain that it was only a matter of time before her selfish behavior fucked this up too. The very fact that she was admitting that to herself was all the evidence she needed that it was time to end things. It was better that way.

                  For both of them.

[lacroixwidow]

     “Didn’t....want this? What--             What do you mean? I don’t understand.”

Vivian thought everything had been going well. They were seeing each other more often, the sex was great, why could she not possibly want this anymore? Was it because of what she said the other night? She hadn’t meant to say it. It was in the throes of passion and her mind only said the first thing that came to mind. Perhaps her explanation afterward was unconvincing. She had known that Lana didn’t want to get feelings involved, but sometimes....it was futile.

           “Please-- stay, we can talk about this.                   I can fix this! We can fix this, Lana.”

[lacroixwidow]

"Be careful lady!"

“Oh, sweetie, I’ll be alright, I promise!”

[memestockpile]

different ways to say ‘i love you’. 

‘i’ll make you something, yeah? your favorite dish, just for you.’

‘let’s get you back to bed.’

‘shh, it was just a nightmare.’

‘you like this, don’t you? i remember you saying that.’

‘i drew up a bath for you.’

‘you need rest.’

‘you ought to be asleep.’

‘i bought two.’

‘here. you can have the rest.’

‘i thought of you when i saw this.’

‘i like your smile.’

‘you have a cute laugh.’

‘stay there. i’m coming there to get you.’

‘it’s okay, i’m here, we’re okay.’

‘be careful.’

‘look both ways.’

‘you mean so much to me.’

‘i can’t lose you.’

‘i thought i might have lost you.’

‘how to you feel about the nickname, (insert nickname)?’

‘it looks good on you.’

‘i’ll make you soup.’

‘ah-ah-ah. you’re sick. you need to stay in bed.’

‘are you okay in there?’

‘that’s it, that’s it. get it all out. shh.’

‘it’s a remedy i knew. helps with your throat.’

‘it’s a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?’

‘i’m worried about you.’

‘what do you want to watch?’

‘where would you like to go for dinner?’

‘close your eyes and hold out your hands.’

‘we’ll figure it out.’

‘oh, it’s not big deal. you’re fine.’

‘i brought you some medicine for your cold.’

‘you’re important to me.’

‘this is your favorite song, right?’

‘you’re like a son/daughter to me.’

‘good luck!’

‘you’re like a mom/dad to me.’

‘don’t say that about yourself.’

‘want to come with?’

“wow! you look really nice.’

‘goodnight, (insert term of affection).’

‘it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.’

‘you can have half.’

‘come here. let me fix it.’

‘your tie is crooked.’

‘c’mere. shh, it’s okay.’

‘i’m not going to hurt you.’

‘can i touch you?’

‘can i kiss you?’

‘can i hug you?’

‘promise.’

‘would i ever lie to you?’

‘i think you’re very beautiful/handsome.’

‘hey, good-looking.’

‘of course i care. you’re my family.’

‘one more chapter.’

‘i love you.’

[violet-lesbiann]

[makonnenmiller]

See no evil, 👁 Hear no evil, 👂 Speak no evil 💋

[lacroixwidow]

wildhearted:

                 Ah — she was easily MANIPULATED wasn’t she. Spared no time in making herself inside of her room and without an attempt to scream. Then again if she was in her shoes she probably wouldn’t scream EITHER. Mia filled in along with her, her other free hand going behind her to gently close the door shut. Her eye’s fixed on the back of Vivian’s head, moving her hand to make sure the door was SECURED a locked behind her. She remained silent, the woman rambled. Words had formed at the back of her mouth but she was unable to say them. Perhaps it was the lack of emotion that ran through her, well except for pity but then that was soon ENGULFED by the rest of that darkness she had cultivated. Vivian was a target, yes someone hired her through strict regulation and protocol. She never once slipped and allowed anyone to make her kill someone who needn’t not be. Those were the kinds of scoundrels that THIS scoundrel looked down upon. And she wouldn’t be a happy person should someone ever make a food out of her. 

                The woman slowly turned to face her with her hands closest to the sides of her face. Nothing stared back at her except a SOULLESS being, her knife being folded back and placed into her back pocket once more. This wasn’t to show that she was thinking twice about what she was about to do. She just had other means of killing a woman. Something safe, secure. It seemed that this woman knew that this say would come, which she showed no fear to. Actually she can RESPECT that in her, other than before when she helped a poor woman get some warmth and comfort in a fancy hotel. There it was — her mind wandered to that moment before her eye’s shut tightly at an attempt to ERASE that memory for the time being. 

                Mia had a carefully CONCEALED pistol which was strapped in a holster at her side. Hidden underneath her black coat, her personal gun — her favored gun, one that was given to her when she was just fifteen years old. Stuck with her ever since. “ Well that’s enough, don’t you think. “ She said, completely IGNORING whatever the brunette went on about. In one quick fluid moment Mia grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her back FURTHER into the room and yanked her to her knees. “ For what it’s worth, I saw what you did to that woman earlier. I can respect a woman who cares about the LESS FORTUNATE. “

A whimper falls from her lips as she is forced to the ground. Her body trembles from head to toe as she saw a flash of metal from her peripheral. It seems any form of begging, pleading, sally sob story would not deter this woman. Why would it? She would probably be getting millions of dollars for her body. Her head drops forward and tears drip down to the marble floor.

But she hears her side note about the homeless woman. It causes her to lift her head and she sniffles. She turns her head and tries to look up at the other woman, but it was hard with her directly behind Vivian.

                   “I do this because Jeremy never would                          have. Because I give a damn about others.                             I care for those that didn’t choose the life                                                                           they were given.”

Her voice shakes, but it was strong. It was genuine. Her head turns back to stare down at the floor. She takes a strong breath and opens her mouth. She waits for blackness, darkness. Maybe this was for the better...

                     “Now.....let’s do this. Take me out.                            Maybe then he will stop torturing me.”