#godslained

[blushieful]

he dragon. i swan.

[evilseen]

@godslained​ liked for a starter!

She's smoking, NATURALLY, a Marlboro tight between glossed lips as manicured fingers beat words out of her obstinate typewriter. She’s alone in her hotel room, but just as poised as ever (she only allows herself to cry in the shower and she doesn’t take baths anymore --they remind her too much of the hydrotherapy room), ankles crossed under her desk. She isn’t sure what she’ll call the memoir yet, or even how it’ll sell, but she has to do something. She has to tell the world about Bloody Face (ABOUT WENDY) and about what she’d survived. Embers of that familiar ambition burn bright in her chest. MANIAC.

Lana moves to drink from her wine glass and finds it empty. She’s been working for hours, and the floor is littered with torn-up drafts. Stubbing out her cigarette, the journalist rises, empty glass in hand, and opens her room door, heading downstairs to the Cortez’s bar.

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                  there are times he can’t help but think of rotting body, planted six feet under, in a graveyard hundreds of smiles away. barbara’s right along beside it. a thought that makes skin crawl and throat dry, something that bothers him just as much as the hotel’s darkness.   “ we’re dead. dark, and depressing is part of the job description isn’t it ? ”   glass is raised to his lips, a sip taken. adam winces at the taste, the burn he feels all the way down his throat, to nonexistent stomach.

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[theirwrath-a2-blog]

                    the energy of the cortez is dark, it pulls at her, almost burns against her magic, hand shifts into coat pocket, delicate fingers grazing charms for protection. mismatched eyes flicker over hotel walls before they fall closed, she takes a breath and tries to focus on queenie. cordelia may appear as a beacon in the dark..   “ do you spend a lot of time observing others without offering them the same courtesy ? ” 

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[cortezes]

    devil’s     night     was     the     cortez’s     most     anticipated     event.     it     was     the     one     night     a     year     that     the     most     infamous     killers     could     get     together     and     have     another     night     of     fun     before     returning     to     their     lonely     void     for     another     year.     a     night     like     this     took     an     extensive     amount     of     preperation     and     was     only     a     smash     hit       due     to     𝑴𝑺.     𝑯𝑨𝒁𝑬𝑳     𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺. 

    𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐒    𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒    '𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓    𝐇𝐄𝐑    𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃,     brushing     stray       tassels       of       fiery       locks       from       her       line       of       sight.       finally,       after       hours       of       cooking,       cleaning       ﹠﹠.       decorating,       she       was       finished.       footsteps       echo       down       the       hallway       as       she       walks,       a       slight    𝓼𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰    𝓲𝓷    𝓱𝓮𝓻    𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹.

       digits       curl       into       a       fist,       hitting     ‘gainst       mahogany       wood       gently       to       signal       her       arrival       before       pushing       the       door       open       and       stepping       through       the       threshold.     “     𝐌𝐑.    𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇       ...       ?     “       her       voice       is       soft,       almost     tremulous.       “         the         preperations        for       tonight’s         shindig         have         been         compleated,         sir.       “

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[sevnthson]

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should i post a warning for expletives    /       SEND   ME   NUMBERS   AND   I’LL   RECORD   MYSELF 

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❛          𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗   ?        –––      you   tell   me   what   that   means   right   now   .            ❜           /      @godslained    liked   .

[theirwrath-a-blog]

you’re making me want to write acapulco.

          ooc. hey consider… i’ll give you caps.