#evilscrown

[lucarus]

𝙵𝚃 .        @evilscrown

                    EXTENSIONS     WEIGH     HEAVY     ON     HER     HEAD     ,     and     she     reaches     a     hand     up     to     massage     her     scalp     as     she     settles     into     a     chair     off     set.     There’s     a     bittersweet     feeling     anytime     they     wrap     up     the     last     episode     of     a     season.     Luciana     can’t     help     the     sinking     feeling     ,     but     she     puts     on     a     practiced     smile     as     she’s     promptly     brought     a     drink.     She     patiently     waits     for     Regina     to     finish     her     scene     before     holding     out     an     accompanying     beverage     for     her     co-star.     ❝     How     come     you     always     get     the     final     close     up     at     the     end     of     every     season     ?     I     think     we     deserve     a     mother     -     daughter     ending     shot     next     time.     ❞     The     smile     on     her     lips     is     enough     to     convey     the     humour     behind     her     words.     Had     it     been     anyone     else     ,     there     may     have     been     more     truth     to     her     tone.     Jealousy     and     admiration     dance     toe     to     toe     whenever     she     watches     the     older     actress     on     screen.     Starstruck     ,     she     can’t     help     but     wonder     when     --     and     if     --     she’d     ever     command     a     room     like     Regina     does.

Taking     a     long     sip     through     plastic     straw     ,     she     balances     the     half     empty     cup     on     her     thigh.     ❝     Are     you     going     to     the     party     tonight     ?     ❞     Courtesy     of     their     director     ,     as     a     way     to     thank     the     crew     for     their     hard     work.     Luciana’s     on     the     fence.     Part     of     her     would     take     any     excuse     to     unwind     for     a     single     night     ,     while     the     other     part     of     her     knows     that     the     closure     of     one     door     meant     she     had     to     seek     another     to     knock     on.     Doe     eyes     and     a     pointed     stare     says     all     that     her     lips     don’t     :     I’ll     go     if     you     go.     

[griimhilde-a]

MUST BE SOMETHING IN THE WATER     --- OR THAT I’M MY MOTHER’S DAUGHTER.

ft. evie and regina ( @evilscrown ) 

[livevlarch]

@evilscrown​  said :  [text]: what do you want now?

( SENT :  AUNT  REGINA )  —  wow.  well  hello  to  you  too. ( SENT :  AUNT  REGINA )  —  you  know  what ?  nevermind.

[vortexseen]

you  fucking  cheater.  :///  i  love  you  to  the  moon  and  back.  now  go  to  sleep....

@evilscrown​ , @bespokd​ , @waested​

[livevlarch]

@evilscrown​​   ,   meme.

“    everyone’s  worried  about  me.    ”

[rhindonsa]

“    the   inhabitants   of   this   place   .   .   .   they’re    animals   .    ”       @evilscrown​   ,

[vanagandrs-blog]

“Hey, sweetheart.” A loose drawl, inhibitions left long ago by the work of arrogance’s hands. The price of ego was steep and large: a belief fortified in iron none were better than he, a fire lit in the soul like a dragon’s pit, a swathe of blood to paint forth the face and drive the warrior’s spirit home. An ego with fame? A dangerous mixture, and none more so in the hands of Fenrir.

A worldwide favourite bastard, a villain adored for how easy he was to hate. Be it in film or reality, Fenrir held true power, and none had been yet brave enough to turn his advances down.

A slapdash grin painted on his face, thick black shirt all but unbuttoned in the name of style, the actor sidled closer to Regina, the look of the wolf about it’s prey lighting in his dark green eyes. “How much brown-nosin’ you reckon’ll be done by the end of the night? Reckon you’ve gotta be on the end of some of it.”

[vanagandrs-blog]

Venom sat firm in the builder’s eyes, poison the thick coat upon his bones. Though it seemed everyone held a key to his rage, everyone a match to throw upon the thirsting pyre -- all save Roni and her medicinal ways, no-nonsense chat and willingness to parlay with a soured wolf -- none provoked rage in Aksel’s breast more than Victoria Belfrey. Whether it was a simple look upon her face -- sour, superior, as though lemons grew behind her gums and bled upon her tongue -- or a mere turn of phrase, the woman held terrible weapons in her arsenal, and Aksel yearned to turn that bitter steel against her.

A low whistle left pursed lips, more a hound’s yap for true. Such an act would bring scorn to his door, Roni’s rage beating upon his head, but the trader knew well he could face aught she meant to throw his way. “Hey, Roni,” Thick words left in a gruff grunt, the meat of his palm fitted snugly about a brimming pint glass. “The fuck’s Lady Belfrey doin’ sniffin’ ‘round here?”