#exceptvcdka

[vndeads-blog]

      ‘ mind signing my tits  ? ‘     a joke,     but even still,      he tugs at the collar of his tee to reveal a heavily tattooed chest.   //   @exceptvcdka

[goatdick-a-blog]

exceptvcdka replied to your post: bap lowkey has a thing for madison montgomery

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squints who are u

[nameddeath-blog]

her powers

META IS GOOD, META IS GREAT // ACCEPTING, ALWAYS

            flaws are what make one what they are ,  turn them into unique individuals !    so why is she so devastated , horrified by what she is and what makes her unique ?     BLOOD,    rich iron   &   deep ruby, it fills her senses and overwhelms her, pulls her under ,   holds her down .       he’s     still    warm,   shuddering against her palms .    she screams,    trembling hands grip at convulsing shoulders, she shakes him, all the while blood stains the smooth canvas of her face, his face, her sheets.    everywhere.     oh god, oh god,   no NO NO NO -------

                                         what’s done is done, there is no turning back the clock.

                fast forward and she’s being dragged away, cries ripple through her being as she tries to get her mother to do something, anything; she’s a monster and her parents both know it, she knows it too. something terrible has happened, something terrible has become of her, and she can barely understand it.  so she reads, she reads and she learns, the more she learns the better acquainted with the idea she becomes.    witch.    it wasn’t as though she’d wished it upon herself, she hadn’t wished the death of a boy she’d loved or the death of a boy she’d come to become acquainted with; one she could’ve eventually loved,      HER NAME IS DEATH ,    with these powers comes not great responsibility, but heavy consequences, and she knows that     WHAT SHE IS     is not what she can control, much unlike the unyielding limbs of whomever she wishes ; the articulate vertical rising of her new metal bed frame or the  necromancy  ;   kiss of death, deal with the devil.    she brought him back , they both did.   tongues severed from bodies, still moist despite years locked away, she can return it, mend biological compounds with a simple utterance from her lips.   release a monster into the mortal coil , a man whose words were as silky as the notes he played on the saxophone.    words leave her, muttering and a hand rising as undead fall upon her, before they drop, lifeless, leaving her in the dark.       alone, terrified.

                        zoe benson was a witch, would die a witch, and that was all there was to it.

                      she     hates     her powers.    not all of them, of course, but if we were referring to the powers in which are introduced to us in the pilot, then yes; she hates them with her entire being.   these powers caused not only the death of one, but two people, and she’d be damned if she let either one of those go, regardless of the fact that she felt that one of them was for the   GREATER GOOD  of someone she thought was, or would become a friend.   as far as she’s concerned, her powers do nothing but TAKE, TAKE, TAKE --   she believes that she is a bad sign, she pushes kyle away, and in turn then takes   HIS death as her own responsibility, when in fact, the two of them had just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time ; neither one of them could be blamed for him getting in the crossfire of something sinister.    

               however, upon immersing herself deeper and deeper into the coven, delving into her powers and learning more about herself and just what it means to TRULY BE A WITCH; she becomes more comfortable with herself, and with the thought of what she was, when not even a month prior, she was absolutely disgusted  with herself.  new powers and brimming responsibilities, she soon enough became more open and accepting of the idea, and even at a turning point ( i think it’s like...... episode 7 or something like that ) where she even tells nan and queenie to  witch up.   she takes it upon herself to find madison, to figure out who killed her and nan,  and she proudly accepts the role of counsel member, because she knows this is where she belongs, and while part of her TAKE, TAKE, TAKES; more of her is willing to give back.

[goatdick-a-blog]

exceptvcdka replied to your post: small hc: bap has a thigh kink

#notsurprised

do u wanna fight

[goatdick-a-blog]

          he HEARS someone ENTER. he’s been FOUND. “ FUCK OFF, i’m researching shit. “ he’s ACTUALLY just watching porn. FUCKED up porn.

                                                              @exceptvcdka

[nameddeath-blog]

* - @exceptvcdka​

            ❛    just a THOUGHT –––   ❜   lids flutter as she   blinks,   attention diverting from the cracked leather bound book in her lap to the other girl, thoughts momentarily filled with blonde locks, and she can imagine a scowl cold enough to give someone   frostbite.    a look she was well acquainted with !     fingers lift and she tucks locks away behind her ear, digits pushing strands to clear her face, and she goes   numb   for just  a second.    what had she been saying ?   what was the purpose of trying any conversation with the girl, should it only crumble into   heavy ash   like it always did ?   weary skin stretched over weary bones, they crumble and creak with   experience,   but not    age.   she   briefly    hopes that she won’t    have to live    until the day that they do begin to   brittle with age,   like leaves in the cooling   autumn;    ones that freeze over and grow   DULL,   drifting to the ground and falling    silent.    no,   she decides,   that’s not how she’s going down.    ❛  BUT do we celebrate   thanksgiving    here ?  or is that a no-go sort of holiday .   just wondering.   ❜

[killervagina-blog]

@exceptvcdka

“ madison, remember when you asked if all my clothes were from the gap? i`d like to go shopping with you, maybe you could give me a makeover?”

[shatteredportraithasmoved-blog]

                                        EXCEPTVCDKA | SC

   ‘ A WORD to the wise, my dear ‘ she says, her voice a gentle whisper ‘ appearing INEBRIATED at a gathering with Hedda Hopper in attendance will only damage your reputation, she isn’t K I N D when it comes to writing about her subjects ‘