#anviled

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Anvil Girl

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🔥 : a blog that inspires your creativity

🌙 : a mutual whose aesthetic you adore

🎉 : a mutual who deserves a virtual high five

positiviTEA

🔥 : a blog that inspires your creativity → you @anviled !

your writing inspires me a lot. it's clean, flowing prose. it's so easy to get lost in the story. the dialogue is really natural and everything fits like a puzzle piece. the deep dives into carmilla's life, mind and habits make me think about my muse and what makes them tick. your version of carmilla is all i ever want from canon. she's bad bitch who can play the game but you make her feel like a real person! i her old lady habits and her music taste.

🌙 : a mutual whose aesthetic you adore → @clwngasm

there are a lot of hot graphics out there! it's hard for me to choose. BUT DAMN violet's graphics slap! they are the composite QUEEN. the coloring is so perfect. just the perfect amount of clarity and saturation. they mix realistic themes with cartoon caps from the show and it just fits without looking awkward. it's so creative. their blog is an art, for real. i could stare at their edits all day.

🎉 : a mutual who deserves a virtual high five → @hellsredeemed

VIXEN MY BUDDY!! she is so sweet and funny. she brings the best energy to the dash. i can't not smile when vixen is on. i love all of her muses. there is a rainbow of characters you can play with. they all have different personalities and deep, interesting backstories. she's so sweet and supportive and she gets my crazy af schedule. i love that we can just bounce back into convos after months. and giiirl you are so funny. you're out here making me spit my cola half the time. you should follow for a awesome mun and bomb af ocs

[arachnaemboss]

@anviled

   AWARENESS  COMES  TO  HIM  leisurely,  creeping  onto  the  edges  of  his  mind  like  the  careful  stalking  of  a  predator;  first,  he  feels  the  weight  of  his  body,  the  air  entering  his  lungs  and  the  soft  sensation  and  weight  of  cloth  over  various  parts  of  it.  Then,  finally,  dreams  dissolve  and  mix  with  reality,  pulling  him  from  unconsciousness  with  a  last,  potent  tug.  He  remembers  the  searing  HURT,  remembers  the  rage  and  instinctive  sense  of  self-preservation  which  quickly  gripped  at  his  soul.

   How  dare  anyone  touch  him?  (  how  dare  they  hurt  him?  )  Are  they  truly  aware  of  this  grave  mistake  they'd  just  made?  O,  how  he'll  relish  pulling  them  apart  into  shreds  of  indistinguishable  gore.

   A  rattling  sound  escalates  in  volume  in  the  eerie  silence  of  the  place  (  CLEAVING  right  through!  ),  until  he's  all  but  abruptly  sat  up  on  the  mattress  (  &  eyes  snap  open  wide!  ),  long  claws  clutching  and  accidentally  tearing  at  some  of  the  blankets.  Zestial's  haunting  aura  consumes  the  entirety  of  the  room,  turning  heavy,  pressing  and  SUFFOCATING  -—  shadows  lick  angrily  at  the  corners,  ready  to  engulf  the  whole  floor  in  darkness  upon  command.

   The  wretched  REMNANTS  of  a heart  race,  yet  as  soon  as  he  gains  some  extra  awareness  does  he  begin  feeling  faint  and  dizzy.  The  room  spins  and  he  falters,  stars  prickling  at  the  very  edges  of  his  vision  and  blurring  his  focus.  A  wince  and  a  HISS  leaves  him  then,  upon  taking  notice  of  the  pain  emanating  from  his  torso.

 Unfortunately,  he's  forced  to  calm  down;  he  takes  a  deep  breath,  and  a  clawed  hand  RISES  to  rest  on  his  temple  to  help  steady  him.  His  mouth  feels  strangely  dry,  he's  next  to  notice,  and  it's  only  after  several  long  moments  have  passed  that  he  realizes  hes  not  on  the  vulgar  chill  of  Hell's  streets,  but  rather  somewhere  much  more  COMFORTABLE  and  welcomed.

   His  aura  and  energy  cautiously  recedes,  and  the  scarecrow  takes  the  time  to  properly  INSPECT  his  dim  surroundings,  now  that  his  mind  seems  more  clear.  Some  slow  blinking  (  eyes  returning  from  vibrant  red  to  EMERALD!  ),  and  it's  with  some  relief  that  he  finds  he's  in  the  sanctuary  of  the  Carmines'  own  home.

   One  large  hand  wanders  toward  the  source  of  the  stabbing,  stringent  PAIN  in  his  abdomen,  discovering  underneath  a  shirt  that  some  tainted  wrappings  (  &  fingers  hovering  just  over  it!  )  PREVENT  him  from  taking  a  proper  look  at  an  injury.  Ah.  Had  it  not  been  a  dream,  then?

   Disorienting  as  this  all  already  may  BE,  he  feels  unfiltered  anger  rise  anew  bitterly,  both  directed  at  whoever  the  perpetrator  of  such  a  foolish  act  had  been,  and  himself  for  allowing  it  in  the  first  place.  He'll  have  some  ADJUSTMENTS  to  make  in  the  future,  he  ponders,  to  further  prevent  any  bold  devils  from  approaching  him  with  such  intent  again.  Both  in  the  more  political  sense,  and  the  direct  one,  that  is.

   How  irritating.

   It's  all  very  overwhelming  to  take  in,  in  the  sole  minute  he's  been  awake  for.  It's  EXHAUSTING,  and  it  dawns  on  him  like  a  thick  blanket  laid  upon  his  weary  shoulders.  Should  he  try  getting  up  and  finding  any  of  the  Carmines?  It  might  not  be  the  BEST  idea,  however,  to  push  his  body  like  that  so  soon.  How  long  has  it  been,  in  any  case?  ( a  day?  two,  at  most? )  He  should  really  contact  his  secretary  as  soon  as  he's  able  to.

[mxthbladed]

'A familiar affliction.'

Oddly, that admission was comforting to Vaggie. Her posture changed, no longer ramrod straight but instead leaning forward- listening intently and eager to absorb the information that Carmilla was willing to provide. She knew the reasoning behind her own desire to shoulder everything- the fear of being betrayed and hurt again was enough to make her want to handle everything on her own. Because she could rely on herself.

Yet, again, Carmilla was right. Vaggie rested her chin between thumb and forefinger, looking thoughtful. She was already starting to consider who she trusted most, who she could observe. Though, she did know that she'd likely have trouble not correcting or redoing things and she felt her jaw clench as she fought the instinctive desire to grimace.

When Carmilla moved, Vaggie's gaze followed and she shifted in the chair so she could follow her movement. She thought about it, tearing her gaze away. "I think...it's tied between Alastor and Angel that test me the most. Alastor slightly more. He can just be so damn frustrating. He never takes anything seriously, all he does is waltz around with that infuriating smile on his face, acting like he doesn't have a care in the world. But I can't snap and lose it because I don't want him to leave because it'll make Charlie upset and he might pull Niffty and Husk from helping."

@anviled | continued from X

[he11bambi]

❓+ would you sacrifice your power for someone you care about?

               EVEN   THE   MERE   THOUGHT   OF   LOSING   HIS   POWER   CAUSED   DARKNESS   to   swim   within   his   eyes.   Anxiety—   fear   settled   in   the   pit   of   his   stomach   like   solid   rock,   growing   heavier   with   each   passing   second   the   question   went   on   unanswered.   Sacrifice   his   power?   For   someone   he   cared   about?   Could   he?   Would   he?   Memories   of   his   life   before   surfaced   with   desperate   gulps   of   air   that   left   his   own   lungs   breathless.   Alastor’s   head   swam   while   emotions   kept   rising,   battling   everything   he   ever   believed   in,   but   he   wasn’t   sure   they   could   handle   years   of   rot   he   kept   hidden.   

                  Would   you   do   it   for   your   mother?   For   the   two   little   fawns?   You   know,   you   almost   died   for   the   hotel   —   and   in   return   went   through   mockery   for   all   of   Hell   to   see.   Besides,   that   was   different.   Alastor   was   promised   to   be   the   most   powerful   Sinner   in   Hell,   and   he   wanted   to   know   where   he   stood   in   terms   of   it.   Then   what   about   them?

               I   don’t   know.   

                  FRUSTRATION   GREW,   AND   RED   TIPPED   CLAWS   DUG   INTO   HIS   HAIR.   It   was   too   much,   and   the   pain   of   claws   raking   through   crimson   locks   helped   distract   and   bury   the   breached   tangled   rot.   When   Alastor   let   someone   in,   he   couldn’t   simply   let   them   go…   not   without   crippling   damage.   Meaning   they   meant   more   than   he   would   say.   Still,   the   question   stood   unanswered:   Would   he   sacrifice   his   power   for   someone   he   cared   about—?

                  Oh.   

                  CLAWS   STOPPED   DIGGING   INTO   HIS   HAIR,   AND   THE   SURGE   OF   unhealed   tendrils   whipped   back   down   into   the   depths.   Alastor   found   the   reins;   control   was   everything.   Mischief   replaced   frustration   behind   his   monocle.   Care   was   such   a   loose   and   broad   term,   wasn’t   it?   “   No.   ”

                                             The 'yes or no' game.

[toxitrosia]

❛ carmilla, bebé! ❜ the moth’s melodic din echoes through the office space. an overture harmonized by the rhythmic click of stiletto heels. void of any formal invitation, valentino saunters into room, wisps of scarlet trailing in his wake. ❛ i know we're meeting to talk about my order, ❜ he chimes, a fluid curl of his wrist reforging the rising fumes into slithering dollar signs. ❛ but i have the hottest tea to spill. you won't believe...❜

the declaration falters the moment their eyes meet, a startled squeak escaping valentino's glossed lips the moment he locks gazes with @anviled. the moth’s vibrant expression melts into a mask of exaggerated horror. ❛ unholy mother, what the fuck is on your face ? ❜

[wondrouscalamity]

💢Something about the muse that annoys you? (rosie)

😂Funniest thing that’s ever happened to your muse?  (sera)

📝 Favorite headcanon for your muse?  (stella)

😒 Is there anything canon about your muse that you ignore?  (zestial)

🔥 Unpopular opinion about your muse? (vox)

Mun talks about the Muse

💢Something about the muse that annoys you? (rosie)

Nothing, she's perfect. No notes. I support woman's rights and wrongs. But just a fandom thing, when people put Rosie solely as a maternal role to fucking everyone. Like she's so much more than that!

😂Funniest thing that’s ever happened to your muse?  (sera)

Honestly anything involving @morningful's Lucifer, not even gonna lie.

📝 Favorite headcanon for your muse?  (stella)

This slight rambling on the Ars Goetia and Stella's position within it c:

😒 Is there anything canon about your muse that you ignore?  (zestial)

It would require him to show up in canon more. But no matter what, I like making this man the first ever Overlord in Hell.

🔥 Unpopular opinion about your muse? (vox)

I'm okay with Vox killing some of the people in the news studio he worked for. There are people in the fandom seem that seem to just reduce him to just another serial killer when he's so much more than that. He killed people and was able to use his charisma and charm to fill the empty role. Fill the role and persuade people that he would NEVER kill someone he worked with. Not to mention, killing some of his coworkers on live TV to help desensitize the public to violence. Honestly, my personal idea he might've done this on rivaling new stations and so when he got back to his own he could be like 'Look at the stuff they allow to happen and to show your kids! This would never happen here!' I just really hate how people reduce him to" just another murderer".

[yayahooyippee]

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🌈 "YOU SCARE ME AND I'M GLAD YOU HELPED US OUT BUT GIRL YOU NEED TO MAYBE LOOK AT THE BIGGER PICTURE SOMETIMES OKAY THANKS BYE!!! "