#enterlilith

[meanestmachine]

@enterlilith​ replied to your photoset:

TREMERE NÃO É CLAN OBJECTION YOUR HONOR

❛❛ OBJECTION DENIED ------------ ! Facts are facts! ❜❜    Ele tá com o abadá dos Brujah, mas não pode perder a piada;   ❛❛ A menos que você me suborne.  ❜❜

[iconaclysm-a]

@ENTERLILITH​ : " you can’t kill me . i’m a part of you now . "

there  is  no  joy  in  this .    perhaps  it's  a  personal  failing  of  theirs ,  this  inability  to  truly  embrace  the  agony  until  it  becomes  ecstasy ,  to  instead  let  it  sit  and  simmer  and  go  tepid ,  but  they  cannot  muster  up  the  enthusiasm  to  quell  the  sickness  in  their  gut .    it  spreads  through  the  body ,  something  cold  and  slimy  burrowing  through  the  ribcage  and  into  the  ever - bleeding  heart .    it  does  not  slow  them ,  though .    what  the  mind  forgets  the  body  remembers ,  and  it  has  long  since  acclimated  to  working  against  the  iron ,  bloody  weight  of  guilt .

“ do  you  think  that  will  stop  me ? ”    they  speak  softly ,  sadly ,  even  as  their  body  shifts  into  a  stance  for  war ,  even  as  the  grip  on  their  blade  tightens .    this  is  a  version  of  them  that  bastila  has  seen  before ;    another  place ,  another  time ,  another  person !    framed  by  the  stars  and  the  fires  of  war ,  standing  above  the  broken  bodies  of  her  allies .    THIS  STORY  WAS  ALWAYS  MEANT  TO  BE  A  CAUTIONARY  TALE .    this  revelation ,  like  most  of  its  kind  these  days ,  comes  too  late  to  do  anyone  any  real  good .    “ do  you  think  i  haven’t  torn  myself  apart  before ?    ripped  out  all  the  soft  pieces  that  got  in  the  way ? ”

“  thank  you ,  bas ,  for  trying  to  save  me . ”    for  once ,  they  speak  without  lying  to  themself  or  another .    it  is  not  her  desperate  care  on-board  their  broken  bridge  that  revan  is  referring  to .    there  are  too  many  shared  moments ,  too  deep  a  connection  for  it  to  be  something  so  simple  as  a  single ,  quantifiable  act .    “ but  you  should’ve  known  better . ”    there  is  enough  of  lyn  that  remains  where  the  heartbreak  is  palpable ,  written  across  their  features  and  snapping  through  the  bond  in  a  chill .    something  akin  to  a  scream  is  trapped  within  their  lungs ,  and  if  bastila  is  careful  she  can  hear  it .    but  enough  of  revan  has  returned  where  their  hands  do  not  tremble  as  they  ignite  their  lightsaber ,  extending  the  hilt  its  full  size .    there  is  nothing  coming  to  save  either  of  them ,  now .    “ let’s  do  this  properly  now ,  shall  we ? ”

[sacredvein]

1 & 16 !

50 “not so nice” character asks

1. What is one word to shut them up? 

“Boy.”

16. Is there anyone who makes them feel inferior?

“I am consistently reminded by our elders of the properties of their more potent blood - alright, great, so go name a signature cocktail already.”

[violints]

@enterlilith​,            &            call .            (   # 13   )

‘   I WANT TO BELIEVE IN SOMETHING!      i want to believe so i can feel!      i want to feel.      and i can’t feel anything      —      i can’t feel anything at all.   ’

[deifrma]

eyes roll to the back of her head for a moment  /  a bored sigh echoing up her lungs.  she finds a lot of things boring these days  ,    an immortal life will do that to a girl.     ❛  boo.  ❜     her disappointment palatable  ,    it takes of iron and distrust.  but she’s not all bad.  the pout is overly fake  /  there for show rather than any deep feelings.     ❛  crossing you out.  ❜

an x drawn in the air between the two of them.     ❛  haven’t you ever heard of sharing  ?  ❜     and that is what it is all about.  the body that is becoming increasingly cold as they stand there talking about it.  jennifer does not want to feast of already dead things.  it ruins her mood  /  and her appetite. 

@enterlilith  .

[ancientplot]

               It has been a while now that Vlaha is keeping in touch with anarch groups around the world, due to their long time friendship with the corax Chloe Stevens - an anarch, in the pure sense of the word, herself. As protector of a node, alongside their wife, Ester, Vlaha needs all allies they can have to keep it away from the likes of the Sabbat, the Camarilla, the Technocracy, Pentex and others. They don't care if the anarchs they are dealing with are humans, ghouls, mages, cainites or fera, their only cause is the protection of the node. It was in a night of June or July, Vlaha wasn't really paying attention to time, when their Corax friend sent them word that an old frenemy of theirs joined the anarch ranks.

—  Oh ,  so  she  finally  managed  to  run  away  from  the  old  albino  hag . —  They thought to themself.

              Knowing this had the potential to ruin all efforts from Vlaha's personal reasons as well as the anarchs goals, Vlaha decided to leave their fortress in search of said frenemy, warning Ester this could be a week-long journey or so. Now, they just arrived in Seattle, USA, after days travelling by night. They know where to look at. Chloe sent a very detailed description of where this specific anarch cell does business. A backalley bar, no less.

—  Well ,  here  I  am . And  here  you  are .  —   Said Vlaha. Carmilla has finally been spotted.

Recipient: @enterlilith

[rematriarca]

enterlilith replied to your quote: Yes, they can place you at the scene of the crime....

i am so happy we can bond over our collective hatred of the usa calling themselves americans and THAT’S IT jesus i hate that so much

THE SONG OF OUR PEOPLE

[deathslayus-moved]

i feel like i’m being analysed. [ from any of my sw bbs! ]

| | SAN JUNIPERO SENTENCE MEME ( ACCEPTING ) .

    mastery    base    vandalism          was    not    her    intent  ,    but    a    mere    distraction    of    the    passage    of    time  .    how    long    till    boots    are    reunited    with    the    kick    of    dust  ?    weeks    amidst    the    black  ,    floating    within    an    iron    cage    through    nothingness  .    the    deprivation    of    an    intricate    intimacy    between    midichlorians  .    longing    for    the    feel    of    life  ,    of    the    earth    and    its    creatures  ,    not    artificial    mechanics  .    it    was    a    starvation    of    the    Force    that    triggered    destructive    outlets  .    a    reprogrammed    MSE-6    mouse    droid    caught    in    the    crossfire    of    a    saber’s    end  .    

   absent    of    remorse          from    destruction  ,    grown    numb    as    per    conditioning   ,    azhar    could    have    abandoned    the    scene    of    crime    if    it    weren’t    for    the    scold    earned    by    the    pilot    .    yet    another    dagger    at    her    back    among    many    .    suspicions    still    bestowed    among    the    crew    for    an    ex  -  assassin    of    the    Order  .    by    the    general’s    grace  ,    once    enemy    lives    among    them    if    anything    ,    ostracized    from    their    lives    .    just    a    soldier    awaiting    commands    .    a    pretense    of    regret    as    she    takes    the    fallen    machinery    in    hand    to    the    pilot    .    suggestive    shrug    in    silent    request    to    aid    in    the    reassembly    of    the    droid    .    not    long    before    the    duo    is    in    mutual    silence    ,    perched    on    bare    floors    as    one    fixes    and    the    other    observes    .    occasional    head    cant  ,    the    curio    of    a    cat  ,    as    eyes    are    trained    on    the    woman    works    the    repair    .    ❝    ————   you    are  ,  pilot  .    ❞