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[ I’m really tired of Gaston-stanning? Like, don’t get me wrong. He makes an excellent villain. A really excellent villain. But that’s what he is: a villain. Ever since the first animated BatB came out, there’s been a sort of ongoing conversation of ‘well who’s the real villain, here?’ and I hate it. It makes me super uncomfortable considering Gaston’s like the embodiment of every one of those guys. You know those guys I’m talking about. ]

#out of evil #nextdoornightmare #next-door-nightmare

࿈│𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰

╳ █ ▌ he came from the earth, breaking gnarled branches that held him close like a mother would to a mourning son, and the vampyre struggled to gain life back as memories sheared his strength and resolve. but he did anyway, having some semblance of a memory: being touched, almost clawed out, voices so blurred he didn't know who it was. so deep in dreams and sleep that he debated ever coming out, to be consumed by the animals which devoured, to replace his bones for the sake of branches growing thicker, longer. instead, he found himself, perhaps a night or two after the awakening, sitting in front of Flamia. Still, his daughter, though strained, for him perhaps; lover, friend, alpha. No, MATE above all. The loss of that mental connection, bond, suddenly cut off in this--- he sought her out, refused to see Emiel still. A burning hatred nothing but embers raging again but damn it all, he was exhausted. soulless, it feels like, a craven built right where the heart should be. bleary eyes stare for the longest time at the ground, dark tendrils of hair ( glistening from recent, hot bath ), sticking to his pale, sunken frame. he wanted to eat, to feed. rathain couldn't bring himself to do so. in a few days maybe, when his strength and body is able to withstand the stiffness in his joints, his liquid muscles. he asked the question despite knowing the answer because he, like them, weren't going to remain in Toussaint any longer. his ashes spread to the wind and he would follow it, in a sense, or go in an entirely new direction, goddess forbid. "When you leave," he croaks, eyes finally resting on her gently, "know that I will take my path. Alone. Leave here with all the memories we've made. Your fa-" Teeth clench. "Dettlaff--~" nearly chokes, the pain like knives stabbing into him once more, enough that he nearly coils into himself, a hand clenched, mouth open to scramble some breath. Dettlaff. He was gone. Dead. Forever and along with many parts of himself and what remained a shell. He'll endure the pain, he's suffered worse. Once the worse has passed and Rathain regained an ounce of control, the vampyre pinches the bridge of his nose. "You have my blessing." My. Not ours. Mine. He pauses, though, hesitant. "I suppose we have time to talk unless your mate has already finished with preparations." ... I wish so many things but I cannot hold you down to my grieving.

࿈│{ 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔩𝔶 𝔵 ] @next-door-nightmare

#next-door-nightmare #( apparently i needed to get this out of my system lmao. )#( long post. )

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It was always common sense for people to not venture out into the countryside of Velen at night, or even during the daytime most of the time. But naturally there were those that didn’t heed those warnings and they were often preyed upon by others, some human, others monsters.

The pale skinned Argonian sat on a slightly crumbling stone wall, one of the few remains of a old ruin. She sharpened the blade of a black dagger, seeming uninterested in the corpse of a bandit that mistook her for lost peasant. What light from the full moon revealed the bandit’s skin deathly pale and the black leather cladded lizard’s fangs glistened with fresh blood.

Kira stopped in her activities as she lifted her snout up, blood red eyes glowing in the darkness of the night as she looked around before taking a sniff. She adjusted her lips to hide her fangs before she spoke, her voice raspy like someone who had been without water for a day or two.

“I can smell you.”

#next-door-nightmare #Verse: Witcher

next-door-nightmare replied to your post: yeah no actually I was talking about your own...

“Maybe they want to know by experience.”

“Maybe you can tell them later.”

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▐ They sat together on a hill, overlooking the beautiful Toussaint under the shade of a great collection of oak trees. He held Flamia, his charger, in high regard and as her words echoed deep, he couldn't help but feel he was somewhat at fault. Granted, having a daughter, in a sense, was new yet the emotion lined with instinct, deep within, made up for it. Words failed him, however, and action. So, the hybrid leans down to lay a kiss upon her brow, a claw running through her brown lengths, a sort of purr of comfort he offers. "One day at a time, sech."

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#next-door-nightmare #( I had to. )#( the ask had a word limit. xD )

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A group of travellers, the she-elf among them huddle around a fire together. She had joined this caravan not long ago, hitched a ride for some coin. They were all heading in the same direction so such action only made sense. It seemed she wasn’t the only one whom had hitched a ride with the merchant caravan. A strange woman across the tongues of flames that flickered in front of her. She offered the woman a smile, she seemed to have human features and so she guessed she might have been around the she-elf’s age. However she could be wrong. Humans, no the world...was full of surprises.

“ Travelled far? “

She murmurs with a sliver of softness in her voice, an extended hand of kindness with an ice breaker. They were travelling together for now, what use was not talking?

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💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad

Peer into my muse’s memories || Accepting

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The sweet summer air wafted through the field, beneath the shade she sad curled up in a ball. Her mother’s fragrance a warm comforter to the young elven child. A soft tune hummed sung through her ears as her mother softly plaited the girls hair, weaving flowers into her chocolate mane.

‘ Mother? ‘ ‘ Yes little doe? ‘ ‘ Can you teach me to do that? ‘ ‘ To Plait? ‘‘Yes Mother! You’re hair isalways so pretty.. I want to be able to do mine pretty too!’ ‘ Of course I’ll teach you my sweet Little Doe. ‘‘ Mother? ‘ ‘Yes?’ ‘ Why did father want us to leave the house when those other men arrived? ‘‘Its… a long story little doe…I will tell you when you are older.’

‘Yes Mother…I love you mother’

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