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✿ for Laurie and/or Nancy! @feminemacabre

pre-est relationships | @feminemacabre | accepting

bold = definitely can see or is a desired plot

italic = potentially can see or i am open to

bold italic = this is already canon / i am willing or wanting to abide by this in some (or all) verses

strike out = i cannot see or does not apply to this dynamic

#feminemacabre #it got long bc i did 2 for laurie and 1 for nancy

"How true is this? Just get it over with." - Lady Dimitrescu! @feminemacabre

PAINTED LIPS SLIGHTLY UPTURNED in a calm smile upon her lady contrasts the rush of thoughts that flood through indra's mind, on the cusp of surge of adrenaline. her pulse picks up a tick or two. her palms begin to prickle. a small swarm of butterflies flutters delicately in her stomach. with that single question, indra envisions her operation crashing down. the last couple weeks replay behind her amber eyes. her meticulous notes, hidden away in her cache. the conversations she had with visitors, with alcina's daughters, with the lady dimitrescu herself. the observations she made while tidying every single nook and cranny of the castle. she could not remember leaving any article of gathered intelligence out of place. yet-- lady dimitrescu demands of indra the one thing she cannot give: honesty.

the noblewoman was intelligent, far more so than indra had initially given her credit for. she had expected a pretentious lady with distinguished taste, but she had not expected her to be so well-versed in strategic conversation. by all accounts, she appeared swayed by emotion; indra had heard her shouting into phone receivers and had to tidy the mess of anger expressed in destruction of property. that, however, did not overshadow her discipline--- she did not easily fall into indra's traps, the leading statements that imply an unasked question. alcina almost never indulged more than strictly necessary to her, even as her lady's maid, a supposed confidante, and often what she did indulge had little relevance to indra's investigation. had the lady been keen to indra's indirect probing from the beginning ?

' calm, ' indra urges herself, as the threat of her cover disintegrating hangs above her head. there is more information to be gathered before conclusions are drawn. the lady asked for clarification, but of what has yet to be determined. she may be referring to something entirely inconsequential. panic is unnecessary, unhelpful. she must keep her wits about her if she is going to continue to survive this castle. she has worked too hard, endured too much, to lose her footing now.

" forgive me, my lady, " indra starts, her voice steady, breath even, romanian accent thick in each syllable. " i do not understand. how true is what ? "

#feminemacabre #❀ ― interactions / in character #let's fucking gooooooo #thank you for sending this!!#so excited to get to know your alcina!#❀ ― all in due time / queue

continued from here || @feminemacabre

anna stalked the perimeter of the red forest, fingers slowly curling around the wooden handle of her axe stalking for intruders to her domain. in truth the huntress had wanted to be left alone, not dragged into some trial by the fog of something she barely comprehended. yet she hummed, wrenching a hatchet from a slain survivor before turning a pitch gaze to the last survivor standing. the huntress knew few things about the warped version of home. slay the mouthy ones and she would hunt well at will of the unknowable fog.

the humming stopped. the behemoth of a women tilted her head slowly before walking towards meg. the broad axe was discarded into soaked soil, the head of the axe making a squelching sound as it sank into the earth. the head of the hatchet ran dangerously under the jawline of the last standing survivor, jerking her head up to look into the endless dark where anna's eyes were.

she wanted a good look at the brave little fox that kept eluding her.

#test muse. huntress #feminemacabre #feminemacabre meg

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"I'm TELLING YOU Wheezie! We are LOST. We've been walking around for HOURS, and I don't know where Safe Haven is again!" Panic is stricken within the sound of his voice. FEAR that they're not going to see safety of what is left of their home. Memories seemed to be twisted in the back of their minds of who they used to be. Brother and sister. That's all he knows. But... he doesn't remember WHO Wheezie used to be. Toy... Toy... TOY that's all they knew now because of Ms. Gracie. She told them they had to be toys, right? To bring joy to others... how could they bring joy to others if they're stuck in this decrepit place!?

"And I'm telling YOU we're not lost; you're just being mad at me for no reason! We're close, I can feel it!" Ugh! Sometimes Zak could be just a big baby for no reason! Wheezie and Zak's been through here countless times before and there hasn't been any sort of issues in the past! There are days where she wishes she wasn't stuck to Zak so she could hold him both in her palms and reassure him that there's nothing to be afraid of. Zak is NOW making things harder on her to think straight because now she's starting to have doubts herself that they're going in the right direction. The factory could be such an imposing place for its size, and... all Wheezie wanted is to let her little brother know they're safe.

"Wait... do you hear that? S-Someone's coming!" It couldn't have been the prototype, could it!? No... they were told it would be a LOT heavier of noises and that the two twin stuffed animals would have felt it. That inside of their fluff and felt, they could feel something coming. No. It was just the noises of scuffling and moving closer and closer. "H-Hello...?" Zak calls out haphazardly against his better judgement of shutting the Hell up until they knew exactly what was coming...

#OKAY THAT POPPY PLAYTIME AU YOU MENTIONED IS SO FUCKING CUTE AND SAD AT THE SAME TIME CAUSE WHAT IF #zak and wheezie were once the orphans who were brother and sister and now are sharing a body like in the way doey is aaaahhhh!!!#two heads are better than one! (zak / wheezie)#starting a fire (ic)#feminemacabre

@feminemacabre // Claudette.

There is a certain joy it gets from tormenting other gods, a habit nursed by their upbringing amongst earth and sky and sea and sun. It has been away of the thing that takes for some time, the endless watcher with three eyes taking note of every murderer and innocent it displaces.

The fog it thick, but the light of the blood moon draws it nearer to the point that it tears the veil. The mimicry of a mortal realm is accurate for the most part, if not repetitive. Each trial the game of a being as childish as they are beneath the layers of hate.

But the thing about games like this, is they grow repetitive.

A talon as dark as obsidian hooks upon a pallet, tap-tap-tapping against the rotting wood. There are no perks to shetheyit, no aids. It simply is as it is; a hungry, malicious exile.

It leans over the pallet more, to where mortal flesh hides- or tries to hide. Fear is heavy in the air, and it resists the urge to salivate like some rabid animal…though that comparison is more accurate than it would ever care to admit. Sheytheyit cranes its head down, the pulsating eye hovering between twin pairs of horns casting a pressure that’s almost physical.

“How does it feel?” It inquires, a pointed ear flicking. “How does it feel to know you are in hell and will never escape it?”

#feminemacabre #&& ic.#claudette is my main so i gotta...

❛ i must live with my quiet rage , ❜ - Buffy for Rowan! @feminemacabre

WE WILL BE WHO WE ARE - @feminemacabre 's buffy

the horseman glanced curiously at the statement the young huntress. he looked over at his mare and then back to buffy. "must you?" he queried gently, taking his head from the saddle of his horse. he set the severed head back upon the jagged edges of his neck, bone snapping back to place, tissue reattaching as the dullahan continued to speak. his voice soft. "people can let rage go, it lightens one's load in life. you have experienced so much so soon. don't you want to walk without atlas' burdens?"

#when he goes a jogging across the land [rowan main verse]#feminemacabre #feminemacabre - buffy

"This seat taken?" - Carrie for Angela! @feminemacabre

Angela had heard about her-- this new girl at camp. It was the type of thing she would have shrugged off under any other circumstances; whenever a new person showed up, here or at school or even in her neighborhood, it was always on everyone's minds for a few days, and then everyone went back to not caring.

Of course, flying under the radar was easier said than done when you had an active target on your back.

Angela, at best, had been expecting this new kid to leave her alone. At worst, the new girl would join in with the popular kids, and Angela would have another bully to worry about.

Then Carrie had actually arrived.

Immediately, the bullies had turned their attention from Angela to Carrie; the girl was like a magnet for bad attention. Angela felt like she was watching herself from out of her body.

It was a blessing, in a way.

She could have a breather, if only for a moment.

Suddenly not being the weirdest one here had its downsides, though. Angela had a decently black-and-white sense of justice, and bullying was something she could not turn a blind eye to, even if it was not happening to her. Seeing her peers treating Carrie the same way they treated her made Angela's blood boil. She couldn't even stand up for the new camper without redirecting their ire to herself.

The passage of time had lead to the bullying evening back out. Angela and Carrie got to take turns, now-- whoever was in the wrong place at the wrong time would get descended upon by the vultures. The other would be free for as long as they stayed out of sight and out of mind.

Angela had taken to sitting far away from everyone else.

Apparently, Carrie had too.

At the question, Angela jumped in her seat and blinked at the girl. This was the first time they had actually spoken directly, in actual privacy and without the pressure of everyone else's spite weighing on them to make quick decisions. Angela had a tendency to stare, but she caught herself doing it this time, and moved to make room for the other with a nod.

"Ye-eah," she said, and then scrunched up her face. What was that? "I mean, no, it's not taken! Yeah, like, 'yeah, you can sit here'..."

Smooth. Flawless execution. Good going.

She took a cautious bite of her sandwich as Carrie sat down. It was difficult being an introvert. Talking could feel scary. Carrie didn't seem scary, though, and talking would just get harder and harder to do the longer they waited.

Angela wasn't going to let them wait, then.

"I'm Angela, by the way. And you're Carrie, right?"

Hard not to know. She'd have been surprised if her introduction wasn't old news to the other, too. They were like celebrities to these people-- but hated instead of adored.

"What they did yesterday was awful. I'm sorry about the... uh..."

#feminemacabre #💫 : angel of death / angela baker.#{ LMK IF YOU WANT CHANGES >:) }

❝ And none of that answered my question: why me? ❞ - Joey/Ana @feminemacabre

Meme

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For Joey/Ana

"I wish I could give you a proper answer to your question. It would be a lot easier for me to say that my Father works in mysterious ways and he always has a grand plan. But that isn't fair to you and what you have gone through." The angel stated as he reached out to place a hand on Joey's shoulder. "Unfortunately, that is all that I know. I wish I could have done more for you."