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demidevildiva · 7 months

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Throw a Tantrum 001

October 18th, 2023 Location: Inside Talon's Apartment Time: 6:45 p.m Trigger Warning: gore, death mention Mentions: @islandmumublog @eclvpses

Thoughts of death...

... were nothing but satisfying fantasies when it came to Valentina. She didn't shake or quake at the thought - never had. Didn't hide from the realization that she, too, was eventually going to die. Instead she welcomed the thoughts and prayed for it to be in the most gruesome and grotesque way possible. A bear ripping her apart in the woods in front of a large crowd, serial killer on the loose picking her to torment and torture, a begrudged lover setting things right by stabbing her time and time again... the list was truly endless... funny enough though in most of her fantasies it was always her doing it to others. Laughing maniacally as she reached for a knife and watched them sob and beg her to stop.

This one had been different though. She didn't give him the change to even see her before she attacked. All done out of pure jealousy. Valentina reached for the knife she grabbed from his kitchen earlier, leveling it over his chest. Would she find it extremely romantic? She laughed thinking about it, but knew it wouldn't be so. Rosa should know better than to anger me- she thought as she brushed Talon's hair out of his face and jabbed the knife in. Once, twice, three more times over before pulling it out and having a taste - metallic and tangy. Valentina felt like she was tripping. Like the taste of his blood had somehow shifted her brain functions and now everything around her was in slow motion. All but her. The room twisted and turned so much that she had to put the knife down and hold onto his chest for support. That's when she began digging her fingers into his wounds. Poking his deceased frame with her fingers before fully ripping him open and digging her hands into his crevice.

Valentina had no quarrel with Talon until the night of the texts... She really didn't care much about the shy little tattoo artist - finding him too naive and impressionable to worry about. Rosa on the other hand knew better, and she knew Val well so she didn't understand how she could just parade her... relationship... - gag - before her like that. It's why she thought that this was all meant for her. Rosa had told her she wanted Valentina to always want her, but then she went and did this? It must be a sigh, right? And Val would do anything for Rosalind.

It was how she found herself inside of his home in the first place. She had broken in easily from years of experience making her way into other people's homes and businesses. Hadn't even broken a sweat as she crawled into through the window and into his bedroom. Valentina had not planned on doing anything but snoop around his place. Find out things about him - get to know him a little more, to see what exactly Rosa saw in the fool. Her plans failed though and she heard the front door opened. Quickly reaching for the first blunt object she could find, Val waited for him to open the door before knocking his ass out.

"None of this is your fault, if it makes you feel any better." she said to an unconscious Talon. "You see, Rosa likes taking her pick of the litter as usual and you just happened to get caught. So really this is all her fault... It's always the same, you know?... We break up, then make up, then break up some more, but in the end?" she let out a giggle, "In the end she always comes back, because this is what's right... This is our love."

The more she kept talking, the angrier she became. Out of most of the people in her life, Rosa had always been a constant. From the moment their eyes first linked, Val knew she belonged to her. Knew that nothing in this world - no Chase, no Stuart, no June, no Rylan and certainly no puffed up little therapist would ever make a difference to this. Talon on the other hand? That was a bit of a dangerous combination. Valentina always kept a close eye on Rosa, and had witnessed first hand the shift in interest for Talon over the years. Their interactions had never caused her alarm, so she never worried about him. As bad as she wanted to say she didn't care, or didn't get jealous, the knowledge of their relationship threatened her to the core.

In a pit of rage she threw the lamp - smashing it against the wall - before diving down to the ground and beating on Talon. "You should have stayed away from her." she staggered out in between hits. Her anger always got in the way of her better judgement. Leading her to ignore all reason with no care in the world. Not that she even cared before. Val didn't bother saying much else. This wasn't what she came here for, but it satisfied her towering fury to pull away from him breathlessly. Something the pathetic sap probably had never heard in his existence.

Another thing Valentina didn't thought about was what she to do now? She stood over his frail broken body and noticed that blood had began to pool beneath his head. "Well shit." she said, coming back down to his body and lifting his head. "You just had to be a fucking bleeder." she cursed angrily, as she moved his head around trying to find the source of the bleeding. The spot where the lamp clashed into his head. How did she not realize it all before? "Stupid fuck." she cursed once more dropping his head back to the floor.

She knew that she had to call 911 if she didn't want him to bleed out and die, but she also wanted to just stand back and watch him bleed for a bit. Valentina chose to do both, but before anything she needed to get rid of any and all evidence that pointed to her. She wiped down the inside and outside of the window, everything that she touched, and even picked up the shattered lamp: bagging it to take with her.

Once she had everything figured out she came back to his body and dipped her finger in his blood to scribble on the walls...

Bitch, are you tryna make me cry? Are you tryna make me lose it? You win some and lose some This could get gruesome

#convo. ⸻ 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔞 𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔪.#val | selfpara #did not edit so sorry for the mistakes lol #𝔳𝔞𝔩. ⸻ ft. rosalind samuels #𝔳𝔞𝔩. ⸻ ft. talon carter

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sinchais · 1 year

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✽ . ˚ &. 「 DAVIKA HOORNE. THIRTY-TWO. DEMI WOMAN. SHE/THEY. 」 THEODORA “THEO” SINCHAI occupies LEVEL EIGHT: #800. you'll know THE GEMINI is home if you hear lifted by CL blasting through their speakers. the principal ballerina has been living in wisteria for SIX MONTHS. since then they've built a reputation for being nurturing and evasive , typical for THE SOMEWHAT OBSESSED ARTIST.

penned by HECATE ( she/her , pst , 21+ )

[ ! ] WANTED CONNECTIONS

[ ! ] ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

NOTE : theo’s pronouns are she and they so please keep that in mind ! please don’t use only she and only they exclusively . my writing will be using both pronouns !

OVERVIEW .

STATS PAGE .

FULL NAME: theodora sinchai

NICKNAME(S) / ALIASES: theo

DOB: 06/10/1990

AGE: 32

ZODIAC: gemini

GENDER: demi woman

PRONOUNS: she/her/hers, they/them/theirs

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

LANGUAGES: thai , dutch , english , french , spanish

AESTHETICS: highlighted passages , the smell before the rain , worn out pointe shoes , scattered polaroid pictures , the constant need to excel at your craft , a faint whiff of miss dior , sitting in a cafe with a good book , people watching

CHARACTER PARALLELS: lydia martin ( teen wolf ) , zatanna zatara ( dc comics ) , daphne blake ( scooby doo ) , freya mikaelson ( the originals )

BACKGROUND .

001. theodora sinchai is born in bellevue, washington to chayaphon “atlas” sinchai and rosalind laurent as the eldest of two children. atlas craved stability. with an established career in finance, he was more than content to eventually settle down. rosalind was flighty. always looking for an adventure. and that’s how she meets atlas.

somehow the two ended up married with kids. maybe money had something to do with it. or it was love. either way, the sinchai family are by no means poor. and neither are the laurents. atlas is able to afford the stability he so desperately wanted for his family. rosalind on the other hand, quickly grew tired of suburban life in bellevue soon after her children were born. she never wanted to be around her children. often looking for excuses to jet off on a trip. growing up around that wasn’t easy. theo is more often than not under the care of their father or paternal grandparents.

002. at age 7, theo’s parents are told that she’s a ballet prodigy. they’ve got promise and it can only get better if they continue their training. and that’s what she decides to do. what does she know? she’s only 7 at the time and thoroughly enjoying ballet class.

things do change a little when her mother starts paying more attention to her. theo isn’t used to it. but it’s also comforting for her mother to want to spend time with them. at age 10, theo auditions for the joffrey ballet school’s new york city ballet summer intensive program. she’s accepted. no surprise there.

003. when her mother hears of this, theo is suddenly spending A LOT more time with her. and very focused on advancing her daughter’s dance career. it’s the most time theo’s spent with their mother in years.

at 15, her parents, namely her father, tells her and her sibling of their divorce. so theo slowly starts to fixate on her dancing. perfecting every move. becoming a soloist. landing the lead in productions. they don’t know it yet, but their mother uses their talent as an accessory. a way to say she “successfully raised” a prodigy.

at 18, she leaves for college. she works her ass of and gets accepted to juilliard for dance. and they’re ecstatic. again, can’t really narrow down why. is it the validation of being accepted into a competitive school for dance, no less? or maybe it’s because theo can finally get away from their mother? also possible.

004. at 22, theo auditions for different ballet companies. the royal ballet. new york city ballet. los angeles ballet. and eventually makes the decision to sign a contract with los angeles. ultimately making the decision to relocate. to no one’s surprise, she thrives. theo slowly moves up the ranks. principal dancer is in her sights. and at 27, it pays off . and most recently, theo decides to sign a lease with wistera , making the commute to work that much closer.

BACKGROUND TLDR ; mom friend mixed with the slightly obsessed artist trope . very focused on their craft and is determined to be the absolute best they can be. born and raised in washington but has relocated a couple times ( new york and then los angeles ) . has held the position of being principal ballerina for the los angeles ballet for five years now . recently engaged which is part of the reason why they moved to wisteria

PERSONALITY .

theo can come off as a little detached and analytical. she’s open-minded and cares about the truth and feel the need to understand what’s going on. but most of the time, people view her as patient, nurturing and objective. your typical mom friend who always has her shit together. and almost always willing to lend a helping hand.

HEADCANONS .

this section is a wip and will be updated when i think of more things ! <3

only responds to theo. please DO NOT call them theodora. they hardly ever introduce themselves as theodora

has a white persian cat named poppy

learned how to play chess at a young age. it was a fun way to bond with her grandparents and now sees it as a useful way to strategize

along with the joffrey ballet school’s summer intensive, theo has also trained at juilliard’s summer intensive program

if you ever hear banging coming from her floor, sorry. she’s just breaking in new pointe shoes

#aptshq:intro #「 🌼 」 𝚃. 𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙸. ↻ headcanons.

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the-helixverse · 10 months

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Helixverse Lore: Neocytes

One of the unexpected consequences of the Biotechnology Revolution was the ability to harness the power of DNA. Even before the structure of the molecule was fully mapped out by British chemist Rosalind Franklin, experiments were being performed to study the lengths posthumans could manipulate the structure of life.

Following the end of the Korean War in July 1951, when hundreds of posthumans came forward, the medical community quickly began studying both the changes done to their bodies and the changes they could induce in others. While this was not an ability shared by all of them, some were able to alter the structure and behavior of cell cultures through touch, and sometimes even though just their presence.

Through this process, known as morphogenesis, posthumans could essentially rewrite DNA and RNA on a whim, which would lead to a cascade of changes throughout a culture. The results were referred to as “neocytes,” literally meaning “new cells.” While this was not a new term, having been used to describe cells produced by bone marrow, the term stuck.

Some of these changes also undid many preconceptions about Earth life, such as microbes with metallic cell membranes, to alternate nucleic acids, to even cell lines based on different bio-chemistries. Most of these were short-lived outside of controlled environments, but the possibilities with morphogenesis were seemingly endless.

However, there soon came unexpected consequences within the first year of testing.

Morphogenesis, while potent in and of itself, lacked the finesse of skilled hands in most cases. Individuals from ordinary or uneducated backgrounds often have no inherent understanding of how to craft changes in living cells. While certainly not impossible to teach, this meant the application was often disorganized and dangerous.

Morphogenesis was not a universally applicable skill. For reasons unknown, the ability does not affect all cell structures equally, sometimes not even in the same organism. Some are limited to a small set of genetically similar species, while others are limited to what they can perform on a wider range of organisms. On average, they can induce some effects on most types of cells.

Contrary to initial findings and popular belief, posthumans are not the only ones capable of morphogenesis. Their application of it is simply the most refined.

Most critically, morphogenesis can be used subconsciously, and is often stimulated by the emotional and mental state of the user. Collective contributions can also be made, both consciously and subconsciously, from others within the vicinity.

While the initial findings suggested it was possible to accidentally alter, injure, sicken or even kill others through this ability, the truth proved to be much more concerning.

NOTABLE INCIDENTS:

Organism 001- α: “Flatwoods”

On 12 September 1952, in the community of Flatwoods, located in Braxton County, West Virginia, a trio of children witnessed a bright object landing on a nearby farm, property of G. Baily Fisher. The boys, brothers Edward and Fred May, and their friend Tommy Hyer, returned home to inform Kathleen May. The initial four, along with local children Neil Nunley and Ronnie Shaver, and West Virginia National Guardsman Eugene Lemon, went to the Fisher farm in an effort to locate whatever it was that the boys said they had seen.

The group reached the top of a hill, where Nunley said they saw a pulsing red light. It was there that the group witnessed some sort of creature; eyewitness accounts described it as standing 3 meters/10 feet tall, with dark black or green skin, small arms, two bright red eyes and surrounding its head was a large hooded structure shaped like an Ace of Spades. When the creature made a hissing sound at them, Lemon dropped the group’s flashlight and they ran off.

Mrs. May called the local sheriff and deputy, who were skeptical of the situation but came to investigate regardless. While they made no sighting of the creature, the following morning revealed what appeared to be residue leading away from the site. The eyewitnesses gave their testimony to the local newspaper, whose initial speculation was that it was some sort of alien.

Analysis of the gummy residue in the was performed not long afterward, utilizing newer techniques posthuman experimentation had made possible. It was found that the substance, while initially thought to be oil or secretions from a UFO, revealed it to be Earthly in origin. In particular, it matched secretions made by salamanders in the region.

Two days later, at 5:58 PM on 14 September, a similar report was made by residents near Ross Fork, a small stream that ran beside Salt Lick Road. The sheriff and deputy were once again dispatched to the region, not expecting much, but quickly changed their tune when they also became witnesses.

The organism, dubbed the Flatwoods Monster, matched many of the descriptions from the first group of witnesses. It remained in place long enough for photographs to be taken and for eyewitness testimony to both verify and discredit many prior claims, as well as offering new insights.

Rather than a robe or large skirt, the creature’s body tapered downward into a massive muscular foot that expanded and contracted to allow it to move. The hood, which was able to fold inward like that of a Venus Fly Trap, offered protection for the creature’s head, and witnesses claimed the rim was also covered in many smaller eyes.

The flesh glistened in the low light, described by eyewitnesses as a mottled mess of black, dark yellow, orange, forest green and brown. The eyes were large, taking up most of the face, and reflected an eerie red light.

Organism M1: “Chunder”

(See Document 639-Σ: “1960 Commission Report on Sydney Attack” for full details)

TRAITS COMMON AMONG NEOCYTES

Inconsistent Anatomy- Because of the nature of their creation, particularly when the effects of morphogenesis occur subconsciously or through collective effort, neocytes often lack recognizable body plans. Organs and organ systems may be scattered between different parts of the body, but still retain enough functionality to allow the creature to survive.

This has resulted in two primary classifications of neocytes:

DEPENDENT- These neocytes lack one or more fully-formed organ systems, such as the digestive system, peripheral nervous system, immune system, or skeletal system. These tend to be fairly short-lived, either surviving on stored energy like that of a Luna Moth (Actias luna) or dying from a combination of injury and disease. Risk presented by Dependent-Class Neocytes tends to involve short-term risks.

AUTONOMOUS-These neocytes have enough functional organ systems to survive long-term in the local environment. This class presents a much greater threat, as they may be capable of reproduction and establishing a sustainable population. Even for those that don’t, the priority is to locate and dispatch these organisms to clear out infested areas.

Aggressive Behavior- Neocytes, on the whole, are highly aggressive, attacking and devouring other organisms on sight. This may continue until the neocyte has decimated the animal and/or plant populations of a local area, or until they have consumed so much material that their bodies fail. Some attacks are more territorial in nature, attacking and trying to drive residents away from an area they’ve come to inhabit.

Problem-Solving Skills- Despite the nature of their creation resulting in malformed forms, neocytes are often surprisingly intelligent. They will not deliberately plunge headfirst into danger, navigate environments well, can learn to avoid traps or open doors, recognize which sounds and symbols represent threats to them, and will hide for as long as possible when confrontation seems too risky.

Aversion to Silver- The ultimate weapon against neocytes is silver. The oligodynamic effect, a natural biocidal property of many metals, is most pronounced in objects containing silver; exposure to silver nanoparticles will kill bacteria on contact and is why utensils made of the material are self-sterilizing. When used against neocytes, their bodies can completely break down, experiencing mass apoptosis. In many cases, the neocyte’s body structure will completely denature and they’ll melt into a protein sludge. This result is observed in other oligodynamic metals, but silver has proven the most effective thus far.

DANGERS PRESENTED BY NEOCYTES

Since their discovery in 1952, neocyte populations have become entrenched in across the world. Infestations of them have ranged a few dozen to hordes of thousands at a time; so much so that reports of them can be made from the air and broadcast on the radio.

While the abilities of posthumans and genetic engineering has proven invaluable in restoring large amounts of environmental damage, neocytes have done just as much on their own, decimating animal populations in many areas. In some cases, infestations have proven overwhelming to authorities and too costly to clear out, and the region has to be quarantined.

Quarantined areas are often bombed with incendiary weapons to control the neocyte populations, but even this is only so effective. The areas are often effectively terraformed by the neocytes as local organisms are replaced by heavily mutated varieties.

The danger present by them has resulted in many countries providing citizens with weaponry such as swords, pole-arms, spears, and even modern bayonets to supplement guns. These are often laced with silver, requiring massive imports from nations with large stocks.

An unexpected benefit of neocytes is that, due to being composed of DNA from various species and producing large quantities of naturally-occurring proteins, polymers and compounds used in medicine, in-tact body parts such as venom glands, organs, bone marrow and blood have become highly sought-after. This has allowed “Monster-Hunting” to emerge and thrive as an occupation.

In terms of total continuous area, the largest concentration of neocytes is an area known as the Red Zone, a large section of the United States encompassing 2.62 million km2 of land between the Rocky Mountains and the Mississippi River. Large cities situated in and around the region have fortified themselves, setting up large walls and turret emplacements, while any trains and vehicles passing through the area require protective armor plating and bulletproof glass.

Borders of the “Red Zone” as of January 1968.

#the-helixverse #Alternate History #gene warriors #lore #United States #biopunk #flatwoods monster #neocytes

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luvgoes · 2 years

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𝐈 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞. (muses part 001.)

* ⠀ ── ⠀ 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 ⠀ 𓆩☆𓆪 ⠀ rosalind hemlock ⠀ !

* ⠀ ── ⠀ 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 ⠀ 𓆩☆𓆪 ⠀ kang taesuk ⠀ !

* ⠀ ── ⠀ 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 ⠀ 𓆩☆𓆪 ⠀ daecon yang ⠀ !

* ⠀ ── ⠀ 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 ⠀ 𓆩☆𓆪 ⠀ helena song ⠀ !

* ⠀ ── ⠀ 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 ⠀ 𓆩☆𓆪 ⠀ oh junseo ⠀ !

* ⠀ ── ⠀ 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 ⠀ 𓆩☆𓆪 ⠀ andrew sutton ⠀ !

* ⠀ ── ⠀ 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 ⠀ 𓆩☆𓆪 ⠀ han maelyn ⠀ !

* ⠀ ── ⠀ 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 ⠀ 𓆩☆𓆪 ⠀ bae sasha ⠀ !

* ⠀ ── ⠀ 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 ⠀ 𓆩☆𓆪 ⠀ atlas argent ⠀ !

* ⠀ ── ⠀ 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 ⠀ 𓆩☆𓆪 ⠀ lee hanbin ⠀ !

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viictorious-archived · 2 years

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@innocentflcwer—

“Wait—I swear to God, are you in the same PR agency with Nate? I swear you look familiar or something. There’s something about the exasperated look that gives a lot of the PR people the same expression.”

#( ft. rosalind bohn )#( rosalind: 001 )

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oflestrcnges · 2 years

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closed . / @cainborgin

there usually laid a formal reason for rosalind’s trips towards knockturn - many because most of her work originated with stolen items that were traded in the area but this trip was personal . she’d swiped a medallion from one of the scenes she’d worked earlier mostly out of spite and for the fact that it was a beautiful piece of jewelry with no rightful owner . to let it dust at the ministry in some secret cabinet would have been a shame . ❝ this silver medallion , ❞ rosalind begins as she rounds the corner to the front of borgin and burkes - knowing only cain wouldn’t mind such an odd question . he’s probably managed even stranger things in his time . ❝ it was cursed earlier today - and of course , it’s been broken since but you don’t happen to recognize it , do you ? ❞

#— ❛❛ // ROSALIND LESTRANGE ¦ 「 replies ! 」#cainborgin #cain: 001

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ofmichel · 3 years

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status: closed for @ofrosalind

date: 21st of fiacre, 936.

location: the gold quarter.

These evening walks with Rosalind have become one of the finer points to his days -- a pertinent opportunity to remove himself from the tangled knot that is nobility gathering to speak to Calandre when he doesn’t necessarily have to be there. They’d started doing this some time ago, after her separation from Etienne, and now, once a week, he makes his way to her home in Hightown to invite her outside and enjoy the air, something he feels he really gets the chance to do.

Now, they stride along, side by side, passing strangers who Michel is certain he could identify if he really set his mind to it, without feeling any actual desire to do so. The air is balmy, the usual nighttime chill that comes with the early months of the spring season settling in. He’s glad he didn’t wear his armor -- humidity and metal typically don’t go well together. Merchants and financiers hock their wares, desperate to get a little more of something good in their pockets and purses before they close for the evening, only to try it all again tomorrow.

For all the sorrow Michel has felt working its way through him since the events on the last night of the anniversary celebration, it’s hard not to feel some sort of optimism, the familiar twinge in his chest of hope. Even if they fail today, there is always tomorrow. “I wanted to ask you something,” he says to Rosalind, after they’ve been walking for a while. “If that’s alright, of course.”

#opposite: rosalind.#date: 21 fiacre 936.#act i. scene i: the anniversary.#rosalind: 001.

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etiennemarais · 3 years

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: the 9th of fiacre 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: la mascarade 𝐖𝐇𝐎: @ofrosalind

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄, and Etienne chose to ground himself near the heart of it all, lurking on the outskirts of its core. Though he did not speak, his presence had been more than acknowledged— for each time his eyes grazed over the eyes of another noble— they looked away with a shame reserved only for those who'd been caught in the act of gawking. He was adorned in a half mask that disguised little of his face, a formality taken for the sake of being festive, not to mention the fact that the mask had been specially crafted by one of his most reoccurring customers.

There were few people he found worthy of approaching of his own volition— yet it was a position that Rosalind de Villiers had earned what seemed like eons ago, one that she'd managed to maintain, even throughout the decomposition and demise of their relationship. For Rosalind had not been any less interesting, nor any less terrible than the woman he was once betrothed true. It made her all the better to taunt, for Etienne knew that he'd always earn a proper reaction from her. Why he'd been so intent on unnerving her, even in the moments he declared he cared little for her or her presence, was not something to be unearthed in the middle of celebration. Instead he saunters over to her, easily recognizable to him with or without a mask.

“If this was your attempt at scowling, then you would benefit best from going back to the drawing board and trying again,” he informs her in low jeer, not meeting her eyes, and the air almost seemed to shimmer malignantly around him. Whether or not that was her intention in that moment mattered little, for Etienne had committed the route to crawling under Rosalind's skin to memory. "It's giving pouting puppy dog at best. Although, you know I'm always here for pointers on your overall intimidation factor.”

#( rosalind | 001. )#( act one — scene one. )#soigrksorgkseorg HERE WE GO....#LIKE WHAT IS HE EVEN TALKING ABOUT I HATE HIM...

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virtuesuncounted-moved · 3 years

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@erstwhles

theo would never fit in right with these people. too reserved, too quickly flustered, he couldn’t compete with the smooth-talking, debonair types that roamed these sorts of events, words like venom sweetened by a cherry smile. and so, as usual, his sister marie was captivating the room while he stood by the side, glass of champagne in hand and fumbling with his vest as he simply observed, waiting for the appropriate time to call it a night.

“oh – i wouldn’t do that if i were you, i just overheard a server say that’s two-day-old fruit,” he told a somewhat familiar face as she reached for the fruity drink. he knew the woman vaguely, from events much like this one, but they had never actually talked before. rosalind eichel, if he remembered correctly. “the möet is probably a safer choice.”

#let me know if this doesnt work!#* / erstwhles #* / chara : theo #* / with : rosalind #* / theo x rosalind : 001 #* / i

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blueras-m · 3 years

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ro’s muse page didn’t feel complete without her girls so i kindof jumped the gun on this one

#🍒 : g.017 : 《 tagdump 》#🖤 : r.001 : 《 we see it 〈 rosalind & kayla 〉 kayndie 》#🖤 : r.002 : 《 we want it 〈 rosalind & tanya 〉 orangecrsh 》#🖤 : r.003 : 《 we get it 〈 rosalind & naomi 〉 lemcndrop 》#🖤 : r.004 : 《 we got it 〈 rosalind & tatum 〉 keylme 》#🖤 : r.005 : 《 everybody lose control 〈 rosalind & carrie 〉 wicxedxcharming 》#🖤 : r.006 : 《 just like that 〈 rosalind & willow 〉 cherrisour 》

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wildhcartcd · 4 years

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closed starter for rosalind avery. ( @creatvresoftheniight )

Being forced to subsist on a diet of human blood was perhaps Duncan’s least favorite constraint as a result of his vampirism— he could handle avoiding sunlight when he forgot his ring ( though he rarely did ) and he fancied himself a decent enough person, as a whole, that no one would be attempting to target him with the small handful of other things that had become weaknesses to him in undeath. Feeding was something he made a point of doing with the utmost care-- seeking out eager and willing partners and only ever taking what he needed for them to be safe and healthy when they left his care. Of course, he’d found alternatives to feeding on living, breathing people but there was a certain thrill to doing so when he was in the mood for it— it was a mood he hadn’t been in for several days by the time he found himself lingering on the main walkway into the hospital proper debating whether he ought to ask someone he knew for blood bags to sustain him. He was sure he could have requested advice on the matter from Octavia or Damien but in his mind they were quite busy and he had been a vampire for long enough that he was no mere boy by those standards.

He could surely be counted on to secure sustenance for himself the way he did when he was feeding more traditionally.

Duncan huffed out a breath of frustration at his own inaction and slipped through the doors to enter the emergency room with a quiet nod towards anyone who met his gaze. He was in the midst of mentally cataloging the residents of Windham he felt acquainted enough with to ask them such a favor as the one he had in mind and his thoughts derailed rather splendidly at the sight of Rosalind-- the way they had since the moment he’d met her ( not that he’d ever taken even a second to admit that ). The Avery pack’s alliance with his clan meant that they were on friendly terms when interacting in theory and Duncan had had passing conversations with Rosalind in the midst of working on various projects at George’s behest on the compound they called home but those conversations had rarely been had without one of the Avery siblings lingering somewhere in the background and Duncan felt a distinct ripple of nerves in his belly at the thought of having a proper one-on-one conversation with the witch.

He allowed himself exactly one slow, deep breath before he made his way towards her and smiled-- hoping his nerves weren’t being betrayed by the way his emotions always seemed to project themselves onto his features as easily as anything. “Good evening, Miss Avery,” He greeted, the brasher tones of his accent softened by the care with which he spoke, “I was wondering if you might be able to assist me with something? It’s nothing awful, I promise you-- it’s-- well, I’m not certain how to put it, actually. A personal issue? Um...” Duncan trailed off and gestured vaguely with one hand, “A dietary issue I suppose one could say. If you’re too busy I would completely understand but I wanted to inquire-- to speak to you-- if only for a moment.”

#▽ [ so you like to hurt me could you cut me dirty ] threads.#▽ [ threads ] rosalind avery.#▽ [ rosalind avery ] 001.#▽ [ in this infinite universe i will love you to the ends ] rosalind.

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rcketbutcher · 5 years

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say what you want about the job, there’s always opportunities for travel.

the tipsy tancoon is busy and loud at this hour of fuck o’clock in the morning, but somehow proton’s managed to carve out a little corner of the bar for himself. although he stands out in that he’s neither a sailor nor a local, he’s got an energy about him like he’d smash someone’s temple on the edge of the bar in the same way another person would knock back a shot.

no one’s jostled him enough to test that. but with this crowd it’s only a matter of time, and there’s already somebody hovering close enough to make him twitch.

the stranger gets a cursory once over.

“you got something on your tongue, or what? spit it out, you make me anxious staring like that.”

@nascondere

#nascondere #nascondere | 001 #idk if this is rosalind's scene but here we are #lmk if you want something different to work with

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thelonewolfes · 3 years

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Saul x Andreas for 1 and Farah for 2 😊

sorry in advance about the fanfic question for 1 lmao

001 Saul x Andreas When i started shipping it if i did: the moment right before the fight when Andreas looked at Saul with tears in his eyes and i was like umm what and then when i rewatched it after finishing the show i was like yesss he loves him and knows one of them is not gonna leave that place alive (well he actually did eventually but that's besides the point here). Anyways look at the tears in his eyes and tell me it's not absolutely breaking his heart about what's he about to do My thoughts: THERE'S SO MANY OF THEM! Some people here already had to keep reading my rants about them and it's A LOT. I always have a lot of thoughts about them. I can rant endlessly about them, so if you want to talk about them you can always chat with me, but be warned i WILL rant lmao Side note: someday i will write a fics with all my ideas and thoughts haha What makes me happy about them: the possibilies of them maybe being able to talk it out and leave the past behind? i dunno, they don't really make me happy they mostly make me feel emotions lmao i really love the angst they bring What makes me sad about them: the way things ended and also the way towards the ending, because there's no way Andreas would betray Saul like that just from out of nowhere so somewhere along the way something happened that sort of started breaking their close friendship/relationship and led to that fighting scene and Andreas later looking at Saul being led away to prison while looking proud of himself. Things done in fanfic that annoy me: well if there would be any fics with them i would be able to tell you ahah Things i look for in fanfic: THERE ACTUALLY BEING ONE *cries* Who i'd be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: honestly the only one i can think of and it's more a crackship, but i would be okay with Andreas/Ben or Saul/Ben :') My happily ever after for them: them mending their friendship and maybe eventually their relationship and working towards a better future and trying to find peace with their past, which will be hard but they will be there for each other and helping each other. Also Sky having both his dads again, to support him and embarrass him. Who is the big spoon/little spoon: they both switch it up, it really depends on the mood or how the other is feeling and which one wants to feel secure What is their favorite non-sexual activity: sparring together and hiking, mostly because it reminds them of better days and it's an easy way to get to know each other again 002 Farah Dowling How i feel about this character: she’s amazing! She’s this kind hearted person who takes care of people and will always be there for the ones she cares about, but she’s also a complex person with a lot of weight on her shoulders. She's super powerful and won’t back down from a fight. And even after everything that happened under the care of Rosalind and with Aster Dell she still is a kind person at heart, even through she mostly acts really stern. But even her being really powerful i think her standing up to Rosalind in the graveyard was really powerful because there must have happened a lot of bad stuff when with Rosalind and she still went and protected her kids and her school, because no way she would let Rosalind repeat the past to them without her trying to stop it. And she must have knows Rosalind is powerful to and she must have been actually kind of scared to and she still did it because that’s who she is. A powerful fairy not only in powers but also in how she is as a person, who uses her past to make the world just a little bit better. All the people i ship romantically with this character: no one, sorry My non-romantic OTP for this character: SAUL! They are two (gay) idiots together and i love their friendship, and also platonic soulmates! My unpopular opinion of this character: she did handle most of the things with Bloom alright, because telling her she was a changeling first thing would have been real bad and would not have been better for Bloom at all. She really tried to help Bloom without putting too much pressure on her One thing i wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: her being alive and her finding a woman who loves her, but i still have hope this will still happen My OTP: Saul x Farah as in platonic soulmates? i really don’t have an otp for Farah My cross over ship: Farah x Zelda Spellman A headcanon fact: she’s a big ol lesbian send me a ship or character

#asks #muscatmusic18 #thank you dear!!#also i just found out i'm really bad at unpopular opinions because i have no idea what other people think would be bad lmao #i love talking about saul/andreas and farah soooo much #my mind is a bit blank today so you guys got lucky i didn't keep writing whole essays hahaha #ftws #fate the winx saga #saul silva #andreas of eraklyon #farah dowling #saul x andreas

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oflestrcnges · 2 years

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closed . / @rookwccds

❝ now , don’t lie to me , rookwood . ❞ rosalind has her hands balanced on the sides of her hips as she sizes the man before her as if she wasn’t the shortest of the pair . lips are puckered into a sarcastic grimace , only humming when she’s right in front of him . ❝ i could’ve sworn that you at the hallowe’en party last night - i swear ! sure , i might have arrived a bit ... not together , but i wouldn’t have imagined it . ❞

#— ❛❛ // ROSALIND LESTRANGE ¦ 「 replies ! 」#rookwccds #augustus: 001

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sweetest-honeybee · 5 years

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100 Facts about me 🤗

001. 🌺Real name: Rosalind

002. 💎Nickname:Rosa, Rosie, rose, tay-tay was an older one but the list goes on

003. 💅🏻Favorite color: Teal blues and yellow

004. 👫Male or female: Female

005. ✍🏻Elementary school: Lakeside, Westside, and Amherst

006. 🎒Middle school: Northwest

007. 📚High school: Karns and soon to be Powell

008. 😉 college: Not old enough

009. 💆🏼Hair color: Browm

010. 🚶🏼Tall or Short: Short

011. 👖Sweats or jeans: Sweats

012. 📷Phone or Camera: Phone

013. 🚑Health freak: Nah

014. 🍎Orange or apple: Apple

015. 😏Do you have a crush on someone: Not in a million years

016. 👯Guy friends or girl friends: Both

017. 👉🏻Piercings: n/a

018. 🍹Pepsi or coke: Pepsi

019. ✈️Have you been in a airplane: Not that I remember

021. 🚗Have you been in a car accident: No

022. 🤕Have you been in a fist fight: Does my sister count?

025. 🏆First award: We got lil awards in school when I was younger?

026. 🌹First crush: This kid named Anthony in 5th grade

027. 👄First word: I have no clue

028. 💁Talent: Very artistic

029. 🗣Last person you talked to: My friend Briquel

030. last person you texted: My friend Tashi

031. 📽Last person you watched a movie with: Avari

032. 🍽Last thing you ate: Mini waffles and a banana

033. 📺Last movie/ TV show you watched: Lucifer

034. 🎧Last song you listened to: Heathens by TOP (DISTO remix)

035. 💰Last thing you bought: Sketchbook and a fluffy pillow

036. 👋🏻Last person you hugged: I have no clue, maybe mom?

037. 🍕Favorite Food: Baked potato or enchiladas

038. 🍹Favorite Drink: Kool aid of most flavors that isn’t grape

039. 👉🏻Favorite Bottoms: Shorts or sweatpants/pj pants

040. 🌼Favorite Flower: White roses and sunflowers

041. 🐒Favorite Animal: Snakes and dogs

042. 💅🏻Favorite Color: already answered

043. 📺Favorite Movie: Wreck it Ralph (the first one, I could watch it for days in a row)

044. 📚Favorite Subject: History unless you count marketing as a subject

HAVE YOU EVER? (PUT AN X IN THE BRACKETS IF YES.)

045. []💑Fallen in love with someone:

046. [x]🎃Celebrated Halloween:

047. []💔Had your heart broken:

048. []📱Went over the minutes texts on your phone:

049. [x]😍Had someone like you:

050. [x]😠Hated the way someone changed:

051. []😀Got pregnant.

052. [] 😞Had an abortion:

053. [x]😕Did something you regret:

054. [x]☹️ Broken a promise:

055. [x]😐Hid a secret:

056. [x]😔Pretend to be happy:

057. [x]😊Met someone who has changed your life:

058. [x] 😖Pretended to be sick:

059. []😖Left the country:

060. [x]👐Tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it:

061. [x]😢Cried over the silliest thing:

062. [x]🏃🏻Ran a mile: (gym class stuff, more of a mile walk haha)

063. []👙Gone to the beach with your best friend:

064. [x]😡Gotten into an argument with your friends:

065. [x]😒Disliked someone:

066. []🙏🏻Stayed single for two years since the first time you had a bf/gf or been single forever:

CURRENTLY.

067. 👄Eating: Nothing

068. ☕️Drinking: Water

069. 🎧Listening to: Nothing

070. 🛋Sitting or laying: Sitting and a dang desk 😡

071. 🛍Plans for today: School then go home and do the dishes

072. 🚪Waiting for: School to end but that won’t be for two more class periods

073. 👪Want kids: No

074. 💍Want to get married: Yes

075. 💺Want to travel: Oh definitely

WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A PARTNER ?

076. 👫Lips or eyes: Eyes

077. 🚶🏼Shorter or taller: Taller

078. 😘Younger or older: Same age or a lil older

079.Romantic or spontaneous: Both

080. 😏Trouble-maker or hesitant: Both

081. 😳Hook up or relationship: Relationship

082. 🤔Looks or personality: Both

HAVE YOU EVER?

083. 🤓Lost glasses: No, don’t wear any

084. 🚪Snuck out of the house: Nope

085. 🔫Held a gun/ knife in self defense: No

086. 🔪Killed somebody: If it wasn’t illegal I’d be a serial killer

087. 💔Broke someone's heart: No

088. ❤️Been in love: No

089. 😭Cried when someone dies: Yep

DO YOU BELIEVE IN?

090. 🖐🏻Yourself: Kinda

091. 🙏🏻Miracles: No

092. 😍Love at first sight: Ehhh......

093. 🙏🏻Heaven: Not really

094. 👿Devil. Not sure

095. 👽Aliens: I mean could be plausible

096. 👻Ghost: Not really

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY.

097. 👉🏻The one person you really want to be with right now: My friend briquel

098. 👉🏻Do you know who your real friends are: Briquel, lacy, and Gabe

099. 👉🏻Do you believe in God: No

100. 👉🏻Music or Art: Both

Rules: Don't be a party pooper. Once you've been tagged, you're supposed to write a post with 100 Truths about you. At the end, choose 20 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you Here's a clean copy😊

(Random thing from Facebook that I think you guys would like to participate in :D)

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