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[archived-velvetipped]

sc .    muse :  delphine karabraxos ! /   @mdmstn

           ‘   it’s called  satan-kissed.  ‘  the shade of lipstick she’s wearing.  and she grins, pearly whites showing through the gap between her petals.  ‘ it’s dior, darling.  custom made by christian for yours truly.  ‘ 

[araneaedeath]

                SHE WAS WORRIED MORE WORRIED than she had been in quite some time. the woman beside her, her lola, she hadn’t been seen in so many years. how had she come back? why would she have come back? fingers traced the exposed skin of her back, lips parting to utter something but nothing came out, instead, she moved, wrapping herself around the shorter woman while she gently nipped on her neck, eyes closing. 

               “ what are you up to, lola ” gentle whisper while she took a small breath, eyes closing for a moment. she wanted to ask, wanted to know exactly what was going, she wanted to know what soul she had been brought back with. which memories hid there, deep down. “ i’m worried about you, worried about what happened to you ”

                lips pressed down her spine, fingers still gracing over the soft skin of her body while she took a shaky breath. “ you don’t deserve to only work for him, you deserve to have a life of your own... a life with me ”

*:･ﾟ🌿 @mdmstn  // ❤︎’d

[batswiings]

IOLA - @mdmstn • sc

                ❝ DEVILS TO BATS, IOLA! ❞ The woman always did have a special talent for showing up rather unexpectedly at times, but her presence was naturally a welcoming one. Grandpa especially, would be thrilled to know of her arrival. Best to keep him secure within the confines of his laboratory for as long as possible. ❝ I wish you would have warned us that you were coming, I haven’t even had a chance to dust the place properly. ❞ So many clean corners, it was absolutely maddening. 

[highwiitch]

    »   @mdmstn  ||  sc.

         ❝  for someone called faustus he is far too full of himself.  ❞    finger tapping against her chin, she didn’t even try to hide her eye rolling. it was no secret she hated father blackwood, someone she believed to be completely incompetent and useless. mae couldn’t understand how witches could even begin to trust him in anyway. reaching out her hand to take iola’s, mae just smirks a little to herself.    ❝  i think it would be rather delightful to have some fun with him, he would make a fool out of himself.  --- more than usual.  ❞

[araneaedeath]

               THE CLUB HAD BEEN A HUGE SUCCESS JUST LIKE fang had said it would be and she got to sing her little heart out every night. what was important to remember though was that she never forgot a face, she took pride in that. she knew everyone, remembered names and eye colors so perhaps she shouldn’t have been so stunned when she saw the brunette walk in through the doors. she had seen her before, a long time ago, well, a few years but it seemed like ages ago. lola, wasn’t that her name? that was what she had gathered at least from the short conversation they had. a witch like herself. one she very much wanted to know more about. 

               she moved from the chair she was sitting on, blue eyes glancing over her while a light grin spread on her lips, oh, yes, she remembered this woman, a firey one. “ you’re the witch that my boyfriend didn’t get for dinner, isn’t that right ” light chuckle passed her lips, perhaps the other woman had forgotten her from that night, better not take any chances. “ I’m Hilda, you know, the one that almost brought you home for dinner.” 

*:･ﾟ🌿 @mdmstn // ❤︎’d

[highwiitch]

    »   @mdmstn  ||  sc.

         painted nails grazing over her cheek, she moved to grab her chin as she leaned in closer.    ❝  look at you.  ❞    she mused, titling her head.    ❝  that black leather coat, is this your attempt to seduce women in a more subtle way? because i assure you, it works.  ❞    usually not so patient, mae drops her hand to the other’s waist, brushing over the fabric in a slow attempt to eventually pull her closer.

[mysterynerda]

❛    excuse me   —   !    ❜      finally   ,   someone   .   it feels as though velma has been wandering for hours   ,   and while it was CERTAINLY ideal for exploring purposes   ,   velma had other things to look into   .   by the time she catches up   ,   she nearly has to catch her breath   .      ❛    i’m just looking for   —   i was hoping you could point me in the direction of baxter high school   ?    ❜

🔎     ››       starter call     //      @mdmstn​ .

[battleincarchive]

@mdmstn continued from here 

                              words,  whether  it  be  their  INTENTION  of  not,  ensured  that  the  witch  stopped  in  her  well  practiced  steps,  back  toward  the  other  woman  as  CONFUSION  ebbed  'cross  the  expanse  of  marred  features.  for  softness,  sticking  around  after  they’d  both  leeched  all  the  NEEDED  from  each  other,  it  was  FOREIGN  to  the  brunette,  something  that  she  hadn’t  been  familiar  was  in  longer  than  she  could  REMEMBER,  so  much  so  that  she  wasn’t  entirely  sure  that  she  recalled  how  to  be  gentle.  for  how  could  one  be  soft  with  that  much  BLOOD  staining  their  hands  ??  ❝   you’re  getting  SOFT,  zelda,  ❞  she  crooned,  eyes  falling  closed  as  she  planned  exactly  what  it  was  that  she  planned  'pon  doing  next,  something  that  she  always  so  expert  at,  but  even  she  was  at  a  LOSS  here,  unsure  exactly  of  her  plan  of  action.  

                             she  could  say,  of  course,  crawl  back  into  bed  with  the  other,  but  what  then  ??  what  did  it  mean  ??  was  she  READING  too  much  into  the  simple  request  ??  she  didn’t  think  so,  —  this  was  zelda  spellman  she  was  talking  about  here,  the  witch  had  so  many  layers  that  it  was  a  wonder  she’d  been  able  to  ask  it  of  her  at  all.  but  the  ADMISSION  gave  her  somewhat  of  an  advantage,  for  it  meant  the  redhead  felt  COMFORTABLE  enough  to  confess  to  as  such  before  her,  something  that  even  iola  hadn’t  expected.  ❝   well,  i  haven’t  anything  else  to  do  this  evening,  ❞  came  her  response  finally,  turning  'pon  her  heel  to  finally  face  zelda  once  again,  lithe  form  slinking  back  into  the  bed  beside  her.  she  just  HOPED  that  she  didn’t  come  to  REGRET  it,  for  showing  any  signs  of  weakness  around  her,  because  the  TRUTH  was,  she  didn't  much  like  being  ALONE  either.  

zelda REGRETTED  the words before they’d even left her lips, more than a little uncomfortable with the vulnerability she’d allowed if only for a brief moment. her relationship with the brunette had never been one of gentle affection but she’d found herself growing ATTACHED anyway. wanting more from her than their current arrangement however selfish that may seem. ‘ you’re  getting  SOFT,  zelda, ‘ it was the answer she’d been AFRAID of. pulling her legs up toward her chest, zelda prepared herself for the inevitable, for the HUMILIATION she would feel the moment the door closed behind the witch and she cursed herself for the poor judgement, for being so susceptible to weakness. 

to her surprise however, there was no door closed in her face, though she wasn’t entirely sure why. iola was not a soft woman, she didn’t seem the type for pity and though her words showed know true sign of affection, zelda reasoned that must be, at least in part, why she returned to her side -- trying not to allow all the possible ULTERIOR MOTIVES to fill her head as she made room for the other woman in her king single, unable to meet her eyes at first. wary of how the other woman’s opinion of her may have been changed in the last few moments. slowly, the redhead found herself reaching out for the other, not entirely sure what to do with her now that she had her there. picking up two of the books on her night stand, zelda offered iola a choice of the two wordlessly.