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[he11bambi]

                  A   HUM   SOUNDED,   A   PERFECT   MIMIC   OF   RADIO   STATIC   VIBRATED   against   his   lips.   His   head   tilted,   and   a   single   brow   arched   while   a   clawed   hand   placed   down   his   mug.   His   crimson   eyes   glanced   at   her   with   an   ear   twitching   at   the   sound   of   her   voice.   One   could   have   missed   her,   and   in   fact   most   of   them   had.   However,   Alastor   had   a   keen   eye   for   spotting   what   should   not   be.   So,   she   didn’t   stay   a   secret   for   much   longer.   

               She   could   have   a   use,   but   for what?

               HIS   EARS   STRAIGHTENED   BACK   TO   THEIR   NORMAL   POSITION,   “   I   SUPPOSE   such   a   question   could   have   multiple   meanings.   Chaos   could   be   considered   someone’s   order,   while   someone’s   chaos   could   be   someone’s   order,   ”  Alastor   shrugged,   quite   amused   by   the   thought,   “   So,   it’s   really   about   preference,   ”   a   chuckle   as   he   waved   his   hand,   “   I   tend   to   like   things   a   little   of…   both,   ”   his   smile   neutral,   “   What   about   you,   dear?   ”

@he11bambi: "Do you know the difference between order and chaos?" / accepting.

the demon's luminous eyes blink once, twice at the other. order & chaos? yes, she knows. she thinks that before she died, she knew even better. (head trauma does that to someone.) "ch - chaos is ... out of control. mess." screaming, crying, illusions, fire, the stairs -- no, stop. her image flickers, wide eyes drifting. "order is ... um. clean. neat. everything in ... in its place, correct." the way she would have wanted it. "yes, i ... i know. why ... ?"

#publicabsent #【 𝙄𝘾: 𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴! 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳!

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@_laylong

#【 𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙀: 𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭. #tw dismemberment

[he11bambi]

#【 𝙈𝙐𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂: 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.

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🌺 send this to ten blogs you think are wonderful 🌺

It’s funny because I’m throwing this back you very gently with so much love.

#ask #pierprincess #【 𝙊𝙊𝘾. 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦. #{ *cries* } #{ you’re always so sweet }

[he11bambi]

#【 𝘼𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙎: 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘦𝘴!

[he11bambi]

#【 𝘼𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙎: 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘦𝘴!

[he11bambi]

               HE   KNEW   THE   EAGERNESS   IN   HER,   SAW   IT   EVERY   TIME   they   sat   down   like   this   together.   He   liked   it,   made   it   fun   to   watch   her   struggle   for   the   answers.   How   badly   did   she   want   to   know?   Well,   Alastor   figured   it   would   show   in   her   dedication.   If   she   truly   wanted   to   know   everything   then   she   would   have   to   make   it   her   life   goal.   If   not,   then   he   guessed   she   didn’t   want   to   know   that   badly.   

               STILL,   WHEN   SHE   GOT   SOMETHING   RIGHT   HE   WOULD   BE   SURE   to   reward   her   in   some   sort   of   fashion.   Much   like   what   he   had   just   done.   Everyone   loved   to   have   a   good   applause   once   in   a   while.   Even   if   it   was   over   a   trivial   thing   like   his   drink   preferences.

               ALASTOR   BROUGHT   HIS   MUG   TO   HIS   LIPS,   HIS   SMILE   ALWAYS   there.   The   demon   made   a   small   noise,   a   hum   of   sorts   that   mimicked   the   sound   of   radio   static,   “ I   thank   you   for   your   nice   compliments,   my   dear,   ”   he   took   a   small   sip   before   placing   down   his   drink,   “   You   came   to   that   conclusion   only   based   on   what   I   wear   and   how   I   present   myself?   ”   Another   hum,   “   Interesting   indeed.   How   can   I   be   certain   it   was   from   that   observation,   and   not   you   happening   to   see   me   with   a   glass?   ”   A   test?   Maybe.   He   only   did   indulge   alone   most   days,   but   he   had   a   curious   streak   of   his   own.   

       during  their  routine  coffee  meetings,  it  became  quite  apparent  that  she  was  increasingly  restless  and  eager  to  discover  more  about  the  mysterious  demon  sitting  across  from  her.  she  had  filled  countless  notebooks  with  meticulous  observations,  detailed  thoughts,  and  potential  clues   that  could  help  her  unravel  the  enigma  he  presented.  she  was  determined  in  her  quest  to  gain  a  better  understanding  of  him  and  was  not  one  to  give  up  easily.  despite  her  persistent  efforts,  she  had  been  unable  to  uncover  any  concrete  information  this  far,  which  left  her  feeling  increasingly  dissatisfied  and  frustrated  after  each  encounter.  nevertheless,  she  had  made  up  her  mind  to  persist  and  delve  deeper  into  the  mystery.

as  the  applause  rang  out,  she  couldn’t  help  but  flinch  involuntarily.  her  gaze  fixed  on  him  with  wide  eyes  as  she  slowly  came  to  the  realization  that  she  was  correct.  it  was  her  very  first  time,  and  she  was  at  a  loss  for  what  to  do  or  say.  so,  she  simply  stared  at  him  for  a  few  seconds,  trying  to  gather  her  thoughts.  after  carefully  placing  the  pen  on  top  of  the  book,  she  playfully  wiggles  her  index  finger  in  the  air  between  them  and  finally  responds.   “  You  are  dressed  in  formal  attire  and  have  an  air  of  elegance  about  you.  ”

#wickedembrace #【 𝙄𝘾: 𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴! 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳! #{ he's so delighted she got something } #{ now he's like 'okay now figure out the rest' }

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Haunted Spooks (1920)

#【 𝘼𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙎: 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘦𝘴!

[he11bambi]

               HIS   CRIMSON   EYES   SEEMED   TO   ILLUMINATE   AS   HE   WATCHED   HER.   His   gaze   never   breaks—   a   little   uncanny   to   some,   but   that   was   just   fine   with   him.   His   smile   was   still   plastered   on   his   face,   head   now   at   a   tilted   angle   as   he   listened.   He   was   intrigued   to   say   the   least,   one   ear   flicked   before   almost   shifting   in   her   direction.   Perhaps   a   little   giddy   to   see   what   she   had   come   up   with.   After   all,   it   was   some   sort   of   game   to   him.   

            WHEN   SHE   SPOKE,   HE   LET   OUT   A   SMALL   HUM.   AND   then,   there   was   a   sudden   sound   of   applause   from   a   crowd,   “   Well,   my   dear,   you   certainly   are   observant.   ”   he   leaned   back   into   his   own   chair   while   his   clawed   hand   reached   for   his   coffee.   

               INDEED   HE   DIDN’T   INDULGE   IN   ALCOHOLIC   BEVERAGES   AS   MUCH,   EVEN   when   he   was   human.   He   found   it   distasteful,   and   saw   the   way   people   lost   themselves   within   it.   He   saw   the   damage   it   could   cause   to   families—   he   had   felt   it   himself.   Alastor’s   brows   narrowed   at   the   thought,   “   I   do   steer   clear   of   the   more   sweet   flavors,   but   from   time   to   time   I   will   let   myself   have   one,   ”   never   his   favorite   because   again one   could   get   lost   in   the   taste,   and   lose   themselves,   “   What   makes   you   think   whiskey   on   the   rocks?   ”

            she  lifted  her  ocean  orbs  to  meet  his  gaze  once  more.  a  wave  of  curiosity  and  bewilderment  washed  over  her  as  she  struggled  to  comprehend  what  was  written  among  the  chaos  of  words  and  scribbles  scattered  across  the  pages  before  her.  the  task  was  proving  to  be  quite  challenging,  as  her  own  thoughts  seemed  to  blur  together  like  a  jumbled  mess  in  her  mind,  threatening  to  derail  her  train  of  thought  at  any  moment.  overwhelmed  by  the  sheer  complexity  of  the  situation,  she  couldn’t  help  but  feel  a  moment  of  frustration.  the  pages  seemed  to  hold  the  key  to  a  mystery  that  she  was  desperate  to  solve,  but  the  answer  remained  just  out  of  reach.  she  furrowed  her  brow  in  deep  concentration  and  released  a  soft  sigh,  hoping  to  find  some  clarity  amidst  the  writing.

              she  moved  her  pen  effortlessly  across  the  sheets,  encircling  some  sentences  that  she  deemed  important  to  keep  in  mind  before  she  resumed  speaking  with  the  pen  now  pointed  at  his  cup.  “ Drinking  isn’t  your  thing.  Instead  of  alcohol,  you  tend  to  stick  with  your  black  coffee.               BUT  when  you  do  decided  to  indulge,  you  steer  clear  or  fruity  drinks  and  beer.  Your  preferences  lies  in  something  more  sophisticated.  Maybe  whiskey  on  the  rocks. ”

#wickedembrace #【 𝙄𝘾: 𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴! 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳! #{ listen it's honestly perfect } #{ he's rather impressed lol }

[he11bambi]

I wouldn't try that, my dear. This face was made for radio.

#【 𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙀: 𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭.

[he11bambi]

sometimes you NEED to bare your teeth. thats just how it be

#【 𝙈𝙐𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂: 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.

[he11bambi]

In 800 feet, do a U Turn. They do not want you here.

#【 𝘼𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙎: 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘦𝘴!

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               HE   WAS   ALWAYS   ABOUT   GOOD   ENTERTAINMENT,   AND   THIS   YOUNG   LADY   was   proving   to   be   more   entertaining   than   the   hotel.   He   thrived   on   how   so   many   wanted   to   know   everything   about   him,   and   oh,   the   stories   so   many   thought   up   were   quite   amusing.   It   was   free   entertainment.   Why,   of   course   he   ate   it   all   up.      

               ALASTOR   SAT   PATIENTLY   WITH   HER,   SIPPING   HIS   COFFEE   WHILE   HIS   beloved   swing   music   spilled   out   of   the   old   radio   nearby.   He   watched   as   she   scribbled   on   a   piece   of   paper   all   morning   with   what   she   thought   she   gathered   of   him.   Alastor   had   never   seen   someone   so   dedicated   to   it,   “   Hmm?   ”   his   head   tilted,   a   clawed   hand   placed   down   his   drink,   “   Do   you?   ”   elbows   rested   on   the   table,   fingers   entwined,   and   his   chin   rested   on   top   while   he   leaned   in.   His   smile   widened,   “   Enlighten   me,   my   dear.   ”

            her  face  is  full  of  concentration  as  she  gazes  at  the  paper  lying  in  front  of  her.  she  holds  a  pen  in  her  hand,  tapping  its  tip  against  the  page  as  she  struggles  to  make  sense  of  the  scattered  words  and  scribbles  that  are  covering  it.   her  determination  is  evident  with  each  tap  -  she  will  not  quit  until  she  has  connected  all  the  pieces  and  created  a  cohesive  whole  from  what  she  has  jotted  down  so  far.  every  now  and  then,  she  pauses  to  take  a  deep  breath  and  glances  up  at  @he11bambi,  then  resumes  her  task.  " Okay.   Put  down  your  coffee.  I  think  I  have  something  this  time! "

#wickedembrace #【 𝙄𝘾: 𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴! 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳! #{ oh pLEASE i'm ready for this too }

[he11bambi]

I have a new hyperfixiation...

#【 𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙀: 𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭.

[he11bambi]

your muse is allowed to underestimate my muse 

your muse is allowed to disrespect my muse

your muse is allowed to provoke my muse

your muse is allowed to be a little asshole to my muse

and more – !!

So long as you, the mun, understand the consequences of your muse ticking off my muse your muse is allowed to be not nice to mine. Confrontation can be interesting and fun to rp! I welcome it! While you, the mun, should know better than to provoke my muse your muse might not and that’s okay! Mun does not equal muse and vice versa. When your muse provokes mine, disrespects mine, underestimates mine, I am trusting that even if your muse doesn’t know the consequences that you, the other mun, understand there are repercussions for your muse being an asshole.

you want your muse to be an ass to mine? that’s fine – just don’t whine when your muse doesn’t come out of it unscathed. 

#【 𝙊𝙊𝘾. 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦. #{ *me looking at Alastor too* } #{ he likes to provoke too }

[he11bambi]

The Sorrows of Satan (1926)

#【 𝘼𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙎: 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘦𝘴!

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Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; "Mythology"

#【 𝙈𝙐𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂: 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.