#;father dearest

[cellarmonsters]

dad + have you ever thought about having more kids?

“Oh, of course! Amelia and I actually discussed it when she was five months with little Samuel. I believe with all my heart that it’s healthy development when kids grow up with siblings. I’d love for Samuel to have a brother or sister, of three more,” Oskar grins widely.

[takiingbackthecrown]

{Atticus tbh}

[luciusantics]

“Why do they blame me for all their little failings? As if I’d spent my days sitting on their shoulder, forcing them to commit acts they’d otherwise find repulsive. “Oh, the Devil made me do it.” I have never made any one of them do anything. Never. […] This is unjust. For all eternity, my name will be invoked to represent all their depravity.

T h a t   is   t h e   g i f t   t h a t   m y   f a t h e r   g a v e   m e .” 

-Lucifer (FOX)

[orlesiangrace]

scent: blood

Send my muse a scent and see how they’ll react to it.

        Father struck her only once, when she dared to speak back        to him about some foolish decision he made. He had appealed         to some noble or another in an entirely wrong fashion--        He simply couldn't read people like she could, couldn't honey        his words and soothe even the most savage of egos as she        could. He was more than happy to use her gift but never listen        when she attempted to share it with him.

        Her lip burst from the hard edges of his rings as the struck         against her. Maryvonne finds herself utterly paralyzed, long        years as a servant told her to stay still and wait to be dismissed,        but the few years as a daughter, as a noble, told her to steel her         heart to remember this and to plot. Her anger only faltered as         her father's eyes widened and he skittered closer his hands         reaching towards her face, concern ringing hollow in his expression.

        It took much of her iron clad control not to flinch at the hands        holding her face, no matter how gentle. Carefully, her head         was tugged left and right as Father examined her for injuries.        Finally he let out a low sigh and released her,

        "It won't scar, ma petite." He murmured, his tone attempting         comfort and missing by a mile. His words should have been        softer, more reverent if he'd meant them--        Maryvonne knew his care was not concern for her as a         daughter but her as an asset. 

[wuunderkinds]

The already-flickering lights went dead for a moment, plunging Geoff into total darkness. When they came back on, a strangely-dressed pair stood before him. In the woman's hands, a large envelope. "With regards from one Subject Delta. I believe his phrasing was... 'you rotten son of a whore'." The man stated. The woman then handed Geoff the envelope, waiting for him to take it...

        The worn out splicer hesitantly took the envelope into his hands, and opened it. There, revealed a picture of his ex wife, and what it seemed was her new husband. At their wedding.                      "That WHORE! She replaced me, as if I never existed to her!"         Geoff dropped the envelope, letting it flow down to the ground--- with the pictures still in his hands. He stared down at them; in anger, rage, and betrayal. He saw his children, in the picture--- and they were happy. Arcadia was happy, and Rebecca was happy. They made it out of that watery hell without him. While he was too busy hunting for ADAM, and nearly killing his own wife with a hook and the incinerate plasmid. He looked back up at the peculiar twins before him, stuffing the photos into his pocket. A lump was in his throat, and he swallowed. Guilt, anger, sin--- everything negative; filled him over. But it was too late to realize that every single thing he's done was wrong. He lost his wife, his children, and even his own self.             The man's voice sounded shakey, and outraged. He wanted to murder than man, but he couldn't do anything. There was nothing left he can do. Except for fighting over ADAM with the other splicers, and eventually drug himself to death.                                                 "What the hell does he want with me?"

[princepsvirfortis-archived]

And I haven't seen him since.

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