#redheadedwidow

[thepeasantcourtier-blog]

🐾 ( Demon!Nat, for hilarity )

“I... What?” Sigyn asked, raising an eyebrow at Natalia’s acquisition from her position on the sofa with her leg in a plaster-cast propped on the table, “You were supposed to be getting groceries,”

[xunconquerableheartx]

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✈: five places I'd love to travel - Turkey, Amsterdam, Iceland, Norway, America✖: favorite band - Uh. I don’t really have one? Maybe Imagine Dragons? Simply because I’ve been listening to a lot of their stuff lately and I’m seeing them in September. ♪: five favorite songs - Amsterdam by Imagine Dragons, Dirt And Roses by Rise Against, Man Like That by Gin Wigmore, Polaroid by Imagine Dragons and Who We Are by Imagine Dragons. ☜: a muse you've always wanted to play, but haven't - Elizabeth Swann from POTC. She was my original love and my muse before I knew what a muse was. 

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The Evil in its Pages (demon!AU) @redheadedwidow

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Three months into her dissertation Sigyn had been sent a book.

Her uncle, a slightly eccentric collector of religious and mystical works who currently resided in his Manor House in Yorkshire, had stumbled across an almost pristine copy of a demonology book - one he had previously collected and found an earlier edition of (and it seemed, forgotten about) - and, recalling that his favourite niece, a complete innocent and just as bookish as he was, was currently studying the topic he had decided to send it to her as a gift.

The note Sigyn held in her hand was as simple as it was short:

I found this among my collection - It is probably of more use to you than it is to me, since I already have the first edition on my shelves.

Uncle Alfric

The book itself was bound in rich, blood red leather, as supple as though the book had just been freshly bound - A Compendium of Demonic Hosts, as it was called, was perfect. Just what she needed for her dissertation. She leafed through it eagerly, pausing briefly on a page depicting what seemed to be a woman, completely naked with flawless alabaster skin and hair as red as the leather that made the book’s cover - the creature that started the legends of Incubi and Succubi, the caption beneath it said. She made a “hum” of interest and made to turn the page.

“Ow!” Sigyn yelped, as the page sliced through her finger and a drop of blood welled up from the wound, spilling onto the illustration before Sigyn could suck the blood away.

When she came back, her cut finger now bound in a plaster, she could have sworn the image looked more lifelike than she remembered - hadn’t it been beckoning before? She must have been imagining it - now the figure appeared to be trying to crawl from the page. Must have been a trick of the light, that and her tiredness. It was nearly 3am now.

Sigyn yawned and changed for bed, turning off the lights in her flat and curling up in the sheets - she’d look at the book again tomorrow. At least the blood didn’t seem to be there anymore, maybe it missed the page?

She closed her eyes and drifted into a deep sleep, bundled in the blankets and, she thought, safe from harm.

[thefalconden]

Captured|| redheadedwidow

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The longer Sam sat there in the dark, the more excuses she could come up with to tell herself this had not been her fault. There was been too many of them, her sword had been blunt, it was too dark. And now everything around her was dark, just how vampires liked it. She could barely see her own hands tied in front of her, let alone whether there was anyone else in the little backroom where the ones waiting to be sold waited. The ones who had not been killed.

And then the door opened and a man a foot taller than her came in, offering a perfectly white smile as he pulled Sam up and dragged her along without a word. It was only a short journey to the little wooden stage where they stopped, Sam blinking as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. She ran her tongue over her split lips, eyes scanning over the audience as numbers began to ring out around her.

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redheadedwidow liked for a starter:

“Hi, um, I’m looking for the dance studio. A few people said it was near the gym, but this place is a labyrinth. Could you help me out?”

[thefalconden]

Christmas Delights | redheadedwidow

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Sam hummed a small tone as she took out the boxes filled with decorations and placed them in her living room, before going back into her closet to get more supplies.

It was the holiday season and she was excited, well excited was more of an understatement. Sam was full of joy, as it got closer and closer to the holiday season, she felt as if she was going to have a heart attack any minute from excitement.

And as a added plus, she would have someone this year to experience that joy with. Now, all she had to do was find someone to force the assassin that was currently on her couch, to partake in the festive season.

As she thought of a plan to get the redhead to agree with her plans, Sam slowly opened the lids to one of her containers and pulled out a Santa hat. A small smirk gracing her lips as she came up with an idea.

Getting up she took the hat in her hand and quietly went behind the couch that Natasha was seating on. Quickly she dumped the head hat over the assassin's head before leaning down so their checks were touching. "Get up, you're going to help me with decorations and shopping this year. And the first thing we have to do is find a Christmas tree."

[thefalconden]

"Somebody’s especially sensitive…"

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Sam let out a small gasp as she cling to the redheads arm, this woman was going to be the death of her. "Shit...what do you expect when...I haven't touched myself in ages."