#lnviictus

[wxtchery-a-blog]

@lnviictus

“We’re being followed. Don’t look over your shoulder. Keep walking.”

The stout little witch took the stranger by the arm, her voice remaining low as she kept a relatively steady pace. She didn’t know who they were, but she’d be damned if she let something that felt even mildly malevolent transpire, while she was around.

[witchboyclover]

6,11, and 22 for both Emil and Clover? o3o (If you like)

I CANt even remember which meme this was for so i’m just going with the most recent one!

6. Someone you hate?

Clover-- no one, I don’t even think he has the capacity to hate anyone.

Emil-- The list is so long, but mainly his sister. He could forgive her for the whole being the golden child favourite thing but he cant forgive her for breaking up a relationship that spanned pretty much all of his immortal life up until around ten years ago.

11. Last time you cried?

Clover-- Every time a sad animal shelter ad comes on.

Emil-- ...Six? Years ago. When Clover punched him in the face and broke his nose.

22. Nicknames people call you?

Clover-- He gets called Flower by a couple people but that’s it, though his name is sorta a nickname? it’s his surname anyway

Emil-- Em, Emi, rude bitch(solely by Clover, jokingly)

[drakoroyality-blog]

{ @lnviictus liked for a starter }

     “ Uchh, I was wondering where that stench was coming from. Should’ve guessed it was coming  from an orc. And not even a full-blooded one at that, just a half-breed. ”                                                      “ Disgusting. ”

[former-mudscamps]

@lnviictus continued from x

Raph felt a lump form in his throat. He definitely didn’t like the way Willow broached the subject. He was hoping to be able to ease into the topic, but he forced a smile.  Saul probably got hurt is all. Willow wasn’t used to it, but he was. So she was probably just worrying over nothing, but Saul would be fine of course! Of course! He laughed softly.

“Just some…rude, inconsiderate things. You know how they get sometimes. They told me you and Saul were dead, but YOU’RE right here so obviously what they and other people were telling me can’t be true…”

Willow felt her jaw tightening from a mixture of nerves and dread. The Greyfaces hadn’t been lying to her: Raph really hadn’t believed it when he had the news broken to him. She glanced away, noticing the concerned bewilderment on her son’s face, the delicacy of the situation amplifying her anxiety. She had to do this sensitively, but god, she was being so obvious as it was; there didn’t seem to be a way to ease into this conversation, and for very clear reasons.

Hating to confirm Raph’s fears indirectly, but not wanting to have this conversation in front of Sammy and Lily, she set her children down and pointed to a nearby patch of violets.

Once the children had settled in a place within eyeshot (but out of earshot), Willow finally met Raph’s gaze with her own, pained one. She hated to be the one to do this. How much she longed to wallow in denial for a while longer, but Raph deserved the truth, and someone had to make him see it. “Sweetheart...” She began slowly, “They...they weren’t lying.” Willow gave it a couple of seconds to sink in, wringing her hands while trying to explain what had happened without overwhelming the poor kid with information.

“Saul, h-he just... He overworked himself. I don’t know what all happened, but I...got caught up with some bad people that he was tryin’ to save me from, a-and by the time I got to him, h-he...” Willow felt her voice crack, tears stinging frustratingly at her eyes. No. Not now. 

“His circuits overheated, his heart stopped...”

She couldn’t break down right now. Willow needed to be strong and to hold things together, for once. “He really is gone, Raph, please believe me. It’s my fault and I-I’m so, so sorry...”

As if that fixed it.

[former-mudscamps]

I’ve recently been cleaning out some files and finishing up some old things, and I decided to do a doodledump!! It’s been a while, and it’s still just as poorly-arranged as ever, but anyhoo. The one on the bottom was actually a gift for lnviictus from a while ago; I still really like it, and I hope you don’t mind me posting it!!!!

Have a good one, all~))

[queengreyface-archive]

Strings from @lnviictus

[former-mudscamps]

@masterpiecesmusicandmachines continued from x

Puppet Wizard was silent while he spoke, her smile seeming much more like a grimace now. Perhaps she was considering all that he was saying, perhaps she was busy being irritated by Saul’s tone and constant jabs, or perhaps she was shifting her focus to repressing a very panicked Willow; it was difficult to tell, and she wasn’t about to say.

“You have my utter focus until you’ve been delt with, believe you me,” She said in a vapid tone, although almost contrarily, her next move was to make the glowing ropes dissipate with the flick of a wrist. Evidently she’d underestimated how deeply Saul cared for Willow and what he was willing to do for her. So much for a fight, but as far as Marion was concerned, that just made her job easier. “There’s any number of things you said that I could correct you on. For time’s sake, I’ll keep it to one: you’re making far too many assumptions about me.”

She leered in at him, her tone agitated and…offended, of all things. “I’m a business woman, maybe even a bit of a survivalist, but not some power-hungry idiot who’ll jump headfirst into any opportunity thrown their way. Unlike some people.” Her gaze flicked off to the side, where someone with a keen eye might have been able to make out Eden’s figure in the darkness, hunched over a desk and ‘busied’ with something likely just for the sake of saving face.

“…So. You want to negotiate? You can start by not putting words into my mouth; I’ll speak for myself when it comes to what I want. Now of course, I’m assuming you’re going to be offering yourself in exchange for Willow’s freedom (what else do you have?), but I’m going to need more details and incentive than just that before I’ll consider it.”

“Go ahead and make me your best offer, Saul. And make it worth my while.”