#traumaqueenie

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[warphotoss]

"You smell like blood... Blood smells like smoke. It smells of memory, knowledge, and ancient religion." @traumaqueenie (Resident Evil verse)

"Oh?" The artistic words she used caught Stefano's attention almost instantly when she spoke such things. His sent of blood smelling of memory and smoke.

"Mio Amico. Where have you heard such words? They are beautiful." He hummed as he approached her. His fingers lacing his scarf as he spoke. Fixing hair over his eye as his head cocked to the side. What a curious woman. If only she knew the danger she was in talking to a man like him.

Such mental problems that was so to say...deadly.

[drxmxtispersonxe]

@traumaqueenie​

thunk

Heisenberg’s knife stuck into the wall, adding a new whole to the patchwork of photos and diagrams pinned to it. He hated waiting. He hated waiting here.

shinnk

He knife pulled free from the wall with a gesture and returned to the lord’s hand. Every passing minute brought a new idea of how he was fucking this all up. Yeah, dear little sis seemed  to be on his side, seemed  to hide the same kind of disdain for their loving Mother, but what if she didn’t? What if she was playing him and was gonna turn around and report his disloyalty on the eve of his life’s work going into action?

thunk

He threw the knife again. It stuck firmly in Miranda’s forehead. He’d handle it if things went south. He liked Maddy a hell of a lot more than the other lords, but if it needed to happen...

shink

The knife pulled loose and returned again. Heisenberg flipped in from handle to blade as he thought.

He really hoped it wouldn’t come to blows. He didn’t want to take her out. Allies were in short supply here. Heisenberg didn’t have much longer to think it over before all the familiar sounds of a visitor in the Factory broke his train of thought. Sturm revved loudly, blades grinding against the walls the held him as he hopelessly tried to fling himself at the intrusion. “Shut the fuck up down there! We’ve got family over. Have some manners!,” Heisenberg shouted towards the construct’s prison. The lord’s demeanor softened quickly. He holstered the knife and offered an apologetic smile at Maddy, one that said “what can you do?” like the owner of a rambunctious dog. “Don’t mind him. Doesn’t know how to act around guests,” Heisenberg gestured, drawing a metal chair from its place against the wall. “Have a seat, sis. We’ve got a lot to discuss.”

[dani-dimitrescu]

@traumaqueenie cont. from here

"Warm yourself by the fire, dear niece. If you are in need of a warm beverage I shall have some made for you. The winters can be harsh here on the mountain, yet very beautiful."

Daniela took her gloves off and huddled before the fireplace, rubbing her hands, feeling the flames as they warmed her skin. "Oh, I wouldn't say no to a cup of hot tea." She couldn't help but roll her eyes as a small sigh escaped her. "I've seen many winters come and go and I've seen nothing beautiful about it. Most days are grey and my home turns into a hot stuffy prison for a few months." Oh, how easy it was for someone to talk about the beauty of winter if the cold wasn't a imminent danger to life. But still, she was curious. "What do you like about winter, aunt? What makes it beautiful?"

[redbritishsniper]

@traumaqueenie || [X]

“I can tell.”

It wasn’t meant to sound rude due to her monotone tone as Dullahan answered the woman, she was made that. Her head cocked to the right, examining the clothes she’s wearing, wondering if she really had stepped through a different period. This place, the village looked as if it came out from some kind of fairy tale story that should stay in a story, not in real life.

Yet here she is, after killing her captors and the drivers that caused the truck to swerve and tumble into the snowy woods. Her outfit proved no insulation to keep her warm, hence resorted to stealing clothes off the dead guards along with a few weapons and ammunition, knowing swords and axes will not be effective enough in these kind of surroundings.

However this weapon came upon this place, the owner’s home, she was running, hiding, from whatever lurks in that village, mostly the woods she’s been in majority of the time, and jumping into the garden would only solve her problem temporarily. Only to encounter the veiled lady of the mansion.

“I must apologize for trespassing into your home, madam.” Dullahan made a small bow towards the other woman, showing her some respect and that she shows no harm despite weapons strapped behind her, and her visor still on to show off the broad purple wicked grin. “I have no intentions in harming you despite my appearance.”

[fcrrokinetic]

Traumaqueenie: Headcanon + Death

Send me hc + a word and I'll write a headcanon!

Heisenberg has a bit of an odd relationship with death. Is he afraid of his own death? Hell no, bring it the fuck on. He's lived more, seen more, and done more than most people could ever hope to do. People he cares about, though? Nope. Nope nope nope nope nope. Not allowed to die ever. They're going to be there forever and ever and never go away. He's not clingy, you're clingy.

[hallucineugenics-a]

@traumaqueenie

Leaving the relative safety of the Beneviento estate was a difficult task for the Lord of Dolls. It was not the Lycans Donna feared. Nor any other wretch born of the Cadou. Her pollen would subdue them long enough for the veiled woman to simply slip past, Angie cradled in her arms. It was the pointed, curious looks of others made Donna shrink inward far more than the snapping of any beast. Today must have held good fortune as Donna didn’t encounter a single desperate villager on her trek to the Kaiser mansion. The mistress of the house had captured Donna’s likeness to such an incredible degree in splendid oils that Donna had forgotten about it’s... tactful omission. Her face whole as it had once been so long ago, before the loving monster’s mother’s intervention. It was with far less subtlety that Angie announced the pair’s arrival at Madeline’s doorstep, hammering on the glass with her tiny fist. 

“Your guests have arrived! HURRY UP! It’s cold and my DRESS is WET!”

[herdelusions]

@traumaqueenie Continued here!

Gossiping quietly among her sisters as their mother being painted on an empty canvas that quickly came full by the pass of time. Though all the talk her sisters speak of, she became quiet, her eyes stayed focused on lady of the arts for gaining interested and knowing she has to gather her confidence to confess for the countess telling her off about an error the youngest have done last time Madeleine visited in addition to an earlier one.

Her mother noticed her daughter doing nothing but standing there and Daniela knows it has to be done sooner or later.

With quick exhale she vanishes, catching up to Madeleine before opening the foyer right on the clock resulted into accidentally startling her..but it did stop the artist.

A gauche smile molded onto her face, obviously shown that apologies are never her thing. Her hands holding tight into the object behind her back.

“For everything!..you know, I tend to stare into someone for too long when I’m intrigued and I don’t notice it. and for giving you a shock! That was a clear mistake of mine.” The vampire staged a chuckle, she’s trying to do what her mother told her; to not let the special guest feel ill at ease. “And for..” before she finishes her words, Daniela’s hands revealed what she was hiding. furthermore it was one of maddy’s paint bottles as she began to speak quietly with her head slightly down like a child getting scolded by its mother. Well that is what happened when her mother founded out. “Stealing one of your supplies to think you would come back last time you visited the castle but..it is clear it didn’t. Again, I’m deeply sorry.”