#nextdoornightmare

[mistressofevil-blog]

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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. ]

[crownviper-blog]

+ @next-door-nightmare

“You’ve a talent for this. No doubt many wish they had it.” The people had already begun to disperse as Roche made himself known, the sun near setting with the creeping of dusk. Her performance had both stunned and awed; the ‘ooh’s of the crowd still lingered with the ash in the air. It was quite a feat to emerge from those flamed unharmed – go and ask the witches of Novigrad. “I imagine you won't sit well with them,” the Temerian remarked, arms crossed and expression skeptical.

[mistressofevil-blog]

What I love about your Maleficent is how well you stick to her maliciousness, and how eloquent and articulate she is. You know your big words and how to use them :D

[ Thank you very much! This is actually really important to notice because I am trying very hard to capture this integral aspect that I think a lot of outer canon seems to forget about? Like, in the parks, books, other cartoons, games, etc, the writers seem to focus on the hammier aspects of Maleficent. Don’t get me wrong: this woman is extra. She is dramatic and can be loud.

However, she’s also a very manipulative, stoic, and eloquent player in the game of politics, you know? This is a woman who is at home on the political theater. She converses with royalty often, and she loves it when she doesn’t need to use her actual magical power to scare the fuck out of people. Just look at the opening scene and the prison scene. Maleficent, in either scene, mostly just used images and words to terrify the royal family and piss Prince Phillip off. And it’s the most fun we see she’s having. 

I feel like that’s how she is most of the time as opposed to using the word ‘darkness’ 38247382 times and turning into a dragon every other day. ]

[princebete-archived-moved]

💀

Send 💀 for your muse to find mine unconscious.

@next-door-nightmare​

This ancient, vast land that extends so far past the horizon that it- itself creates the very horizon. Biomass covering the floor in layers over many years. Storms rolling in and out. A simple tree or switch falling from this cycle is inevitable. There is no question as if it will, because it will— for that is the fact of life. But there is a question, as to when, and where. 

Having taken a stroll. 

One of the thousands in the past decade. Never had it occurred to the prince that this might be the day a nearby tree would give. 

He knew of all other places to avoid; Like the ponds,  too early or too late in winter- one might encounter the dangerously thin ice t– especially the marsh. The specific areas in the forest during particular months or seasons being likely to house predators. All the rest. 

But never a falling tree or branch. 

And today is the very day out of the millions of years this forest would lose the roots of a number, threatening to crush this man in that perfectly timed moment. 

Jumping out of its way, landing hard on his back– a branch from neighboring tree was pulled at from its predecessor. Unable to roll out of the way in time, and the severe pain to the prince’s back prevents him from moving out from where the large branch lands. Compressing him– covering his face, and shoulders. Causing a ball to pop from it’s socket. And out the prince went with his vision, and consciousness.  

[princebete-archived-moved]

“I got you”

send this to keep my muse from falling to their death || not accepting 

@next-door-nightmare

⟅ ⚜  Knuckles bear white, clenched out of desperation to keep from plummeting. For a short moment, the survival instinct of his human side ebbs in a wave. Looking below, terrified of the immense darkness… Something about it triggering his heart to beat in time with the heavy mph winds blowing. Legs swaying– Gaping.  Completely at her mercy. 

This.

This cannot kill him. But this does not prevent the immense pain, bruising, long agonizing hours of healing broken bones in a bed from the 18th century. No. And it goes beyond this.

❝ Do— do not let go… Please...❞ Looking from the darkness, back up into the savior’s eyes. This is not just about physical pain, but emotional pain. More specifically– trust. 

The most fragile of his entire being.⚜ ⟆

[princebete-archived-moved]

*climbs on his lap and kisses his neck*

Send Adam love || ALWAYS ACCEPTING @next-door-nightmare

⟅ ⚜ ❝ Flam...❞ HHhh-- Wrapping an arm around, he embraces her on his lap. Intending to feel the warmth of her being, pairing with his own. The attention to his neck sending a brief ripple of sensations through him-- he leans his face against hers. ❝ Mm-Thank you.❞⚜ ⟆

[princebete-archived-moved]

☩ maybe the knife scar along his side?

Send a “☩” for My Muse’s reaction to Your’s running their fingers along a Scar a on My Muse’s Body...Bonus points if you know their body well and add what scar is being touched.. || accepting 

⟅ ⚜ @next-door-nightmare

It had been 10 years since that spot had any sort of special attention. Ten whole years. A decade. Just a mere faded memory, now. However the brief touch sent chills through his body, as he had nothing on to cover his top half. Freezing at the contact, Adam stood very still--nostalgia of his deeper past surfacing for the moment. A familiar instance happened this way, only he had been much smaller-- his heart thudding heavily, till he realized who exactly was touching him. Tensed shoulders relaxed and let out this subtle sigh of relief. 

After a long moment of silence, the prince softly comments.

❝ It nearly killed me. ❞⚜ ⟆

[princebete-archived-moved]

“You have really lovely eyes..”

Our Muses get pushed into a small closet together by some strange means, They need to wrap their arms around eachother to make Room. Send 1 of the Following for My Muse’s Reaction..

⟅ ⚜ @next-door-nightmare

❝ Mm–as do you… And you smell lovely too. Promise not to tell Potts I was here? I will let you stare a bit longer?… ❞⚜ ⟆