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cannot stop thinking abt how alcina would either be locked in a dungeon beneath the unit building or (in a human au) in the very top room as a board member. makin kates life hell regardless tho
No matter which way she's a menace, but pLEASE UNIT oversight committee!Alcina would be hilarious. I just know she was the one who was really orchestrating Kates downfall in season 13.
🏨 for a picture of my muse’s BEDROOM 🔨 for a picture of my muse’s WORKPLACE 👕 for a picture of my muse’s FASHION STYLE
[Chris’s bedroom is a bit more chill. He doesn’t keep his tv in his room, just a desk and side drawer for his bedroom stuff. He keeps a pet bed near his bed for days Quas and Dee wanna sleep next to him. The Lunas bakery has a few updates due to Alice and Angela’s input. Chris as always suggests an ac or someway to keep everyone cool. I wanted to show off Chris’s jacket and hat game a bit. A lot of functional but stylish type jackets with a nice baseball or bucket hat.]
[ @dimitresca ]
🚢many options but for now i will enquire after harley quinn!
shipping sheet!
my opinions outside, harley would be very open for a ship with the lady <3
do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon | i can see the vision would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( i'm into talking abt the direction! and just starting an interaction to see how they vibe together :3c ) what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: if u ship with me i will send u angsty headcanons at 5 AM but i will also smooch u on the forehead and tuck u in /silly but for real i love exploring relationships w characters and even if they don't jive romantically i love toxic messy relationships >:3
my motherly advice for you, lord heisenberg? abort.
" LADY DIMITRESCU, " heisenberg's chin is raised to allow the iron lord proper contact with the woman he addresses. " what the FUCK are you talking about ??? "
i thought i made it very clear where i stand.
"And I thought I had made my position clear." The stink of iron was inescapable as if the very air around them was running thick as syrup with the blood that flowed ever so freely down here. The two women looked absurd compared to it all. Not so much because one of them was towering over the other, putting the proper perspective of the underground tunnels into question, but rather because, in all the grim, dirt and dark, they were both wearing white. Like brides of blood and gore.
"There are better ways to do this." More humane. Less painful. Less sadistic. "More effective ways."
"You're of no great fortune, and thus of no great consequence. On the topic of marriage, I'd forego it altogether. Pledge yourself to a religious order, and allow the impossible standards of purity fuel your perversity." She lowers herself, stature bent at the hips, hands resting on them. "You're a pretty little thing. Perhaps some aging Mother Superior would like you splayed with a tribute to the stigmata, while you manipulate blood." She holds Elise's hand out, and pokes a gloved finger into the centre. Then she smirks. "Would you prefer that to working for me in my dungeons? Careful, girl, on how you answer." She doesn't care about the answer. She likes the intimacy - the teasing.
Elise cannot stop the quirk sneaking along the corner of her mouth as the good lady's words settle in the air with all the pomp and fanfare of a days-old birthday garland. The idea of devoting herself to any religious order was…absurd. The few extended stays she had made in monasteries and abbeys were unpleasant. Despite weeping statues and holy wounds, there were few allowances for magic.
"Of course not, my lady." The mage could lie when need be, but these false words were not hidden behind adverted eyes or soft shrugs. Instead, the teasing words accompanied a bold smirk and blazing eyes as her lithe finger curled inwards to grace over the finger stabbing into her palm. The skin there buzzed slightly, somewhere between anticipation and anxiety. She had seen what those hidden claws could do.
Her chin is high in the air, her hands on her hips. Alcina is serious here, sneering and leaning against Vi, open palm pushed against her chest. "Don't marry. I did it, and loathed it. You'd be even worse off." The smirk she sports is bitter and false. She pushes Vi more closely, leaning until her thigh is pushed against Vi's hips. "I'll spare you marriage, girl. You ought to thank me. Say it: thank you, Countess."
she's curled an invisible leash three times over around her fist, and your collar's tight enough to choke. loathe to admit that there's some part of you that simply wants to obey, to let yourself fall stupid in your eagerness to please the woman in front of you ─── but the rest of you isn't so domesticated. ❛ never planned on marriage anyway, countess. ❜ your voice falls too huskily around where her thigh seeks something heady and obedient from your hips, each word straddling some unseen balance between overly bratty or simply just challenging. but if she wanted a hound who's quick to roll over, surely she'd never have picked you. still, you know you press an exploratory hand against the boundaries between you as you continue, ❛ worried you could lose me? knew you had a cute side. ❜
It must be hard to be so alone on this day, Karl. You have my sympathies. - She’s purely saying this to be a bitch.
❛ well, i ought to've known the peace and quiet was too good to be true. ❜ the drawl of his voice betrays annoyance, for despite his glory day solace there were but one presence in the village that could truly make this wretched holiday any worse. speak of the she - devil. ❛ are you not familiar with the phrase, silence is bliss ? ❜ his hand raises in a vague mimicry of a chattering mouth before firmly clamping itself shut with a flourish. he is all too aware of her eagerness to aggravate him ( it takes one to know one, after all ) and stubborn as he is to not let it cross the carapace, karl has always been quick to anger and quicker to react.
❛ in other words, alcina sister dearest, do us all a favour and shut your damn hole for once. ❜
