victoire-lanius

[victoire-lanius]

That is the sound of your leverage dying.

[victoire-lanius]

“… she slipped her anger into something silky and attractive, like she was putting on a lacy nightgown.”

— Martha Schabas, Various Positions (via sylviaplathwrites)

[victoire-lanius]

what are you most afraid of?

“  well, that level of horror has already been achieved so not much else can one be afraid of besides the generic ‘ don’t want death knocking on my door ‘ wish.  “

#Anonymous #; honesty day

[victoire-lanius]

would you be willing to kill your sister for her kingdom?

“  what kind of fucked question is that?  No, I wouldn’t. such a thought hasn’t crossed my mind and never will. “

@toldchronicles

#; honesty day #Anonymous #someone really had to ask that #but given vic's reputation it haaaad to be

[victoire-lanius]

vic: how to you feel about ambrose and felix?

“  despite my recent actions, I love them dearly.  “

@terrvrs, @lcstbov

#; honesty day #Anonymous #ft. ambrose #ft. felix

[victoire-lanius]

Honesty Day -

fuck,  marry,  kill,  would  you  rather,  this  or  that,   confessions,  truth  or  false,  spread  a  rumor  or  accuse  them  of something  &  see  how  they  respond,  question  their  relationships  (  platonic,  enemy  or  romantic  ) with  other  muses,   send  an  anonymous  note  from  your  muse  to  mine,   assume  a  headcanon  about  my  muse  & they’ll  agree  or  deny,  ect ! 

#go wild #bless key and cap #wreck my child

[victoire-lanius]

@toldchronicles

#; mirana x victoire #mah heart

[victoire-lanius]

@terrvrs

at the beginning of her reign; when her form was lacking, when her words carried no weight, and her hands trembled at the sight of spilled blood was a gentler time, when the young queen still spoke to her sister and the two kingdoms still hadn’t tipped to the edge of breaking but held still as if holding their breath. victoire was in the process of learning, mind still somewhat malleable to any greedy fingers in the court. like the weasel-faced one march had pointed out to her, causing victoire to fall into a fit of giggles, her scolding look not lasting long. the man in question tossing an irritated glance towards the two yet unable to act due to hidden fear. “  march! you know he can hear you.  “

#; march x victoire #tbt. #tossing more soft #it's vic soft daaaay #flashback

[victoire-lanius]

@whiteycs

“  at least you had something exciting to look forward to messenger. is there anything for me in response?  “

her tone was attempting to stay neutral, failing, when traces of anger slipped in though not aimed his way nor would she alter it for the nobles of her court knew very well the queen’s fickle moods. currently pointed at the other noble houses under her thumb, the spades, the clubs, and the diamonds. all three of which shifted loyalties to her court and that of her sister, giving more leeway to her growing ire.  “  do the diamonds accept my terms? are the clubs done trying to win my favor by asking for the hand of one of my daughters? are the spades opening up trade to the red court?  “ 

#; hatter x victoire #𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

[victoire-lanius]

@expuracordis

“  Alice! do come here, child! the heart tarts are ready and we wouldn’t want them to get cold.  “  

the croquet match was paused, those involved with being the mallet and ball letting out a sigh of relief at finally being released from their duty if only for a short time, while the card soldiers used as the arches comically fell to the floor in exhaustion. victoire put down her flamingo mallet, watching as it quickly dashed away with an amused smile on red painted lips. “  I hope they are to your liking alice, I have a wonderful new chef making the most delicious pastries. though I hear the maldonian queen can do much better than any wonderlander.  I’m curious. “ 

#; alice x victoire #𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 #a soft thread for before shit hit the fan

[victoire-lanius]

@terrvrs

The Magicians - S03E12 “The Fillorian Candidate”

#; felix x victoire #I...hurt #i don't need my soul anyway

[victoire-lanius]

“Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.” - Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment

[victoire-lanius]

that’s not true– that’s what eliot would say. but you’re not eliot, are you? you are me. and we know.

requested by anonymous

[victoire-lanius]

@toldchronicles​

“  bakery faerie’s are a thing, right? I mean there has to be for these cupcakes to be so delicious.  “ 

arm in arm the two were, victoire as per usual interrupting her sisters’ protests at stealing from the kitchen again, as it was almost a daily occurrence, while the staff were busy preparing a meal for the royals. though like before it would only be the two sisters in an empty dining hall, which was why normally they ate in the gardens, or in their room, or sometimes somewhere else in the vast castle. her and mirana did have many options to choose from. “  I hear father is going to have an important meeting with the diamonds tomorrow, apparently according to the gossip mill, I knooow you told me not to listen, don’t look at me that way! anyway it’s supposed to be involving one of us.  “  

the idea of marriage didn’t affect victoire as it should have, excitement at the prospect didn’t reveal itself, nor did she find herself wanting a husband. if it went her way, like in her dreams, she would gladly just rule with her sister by her side forever and without a spouse. 

#; mirana x victoire #tbt. #flashback #here's extreme soft just for you

[victoire-lanius]

because I couldn’t sleep, rests heavy on a tongue held down by silence something of which she now realizes is held close, a wall between certain interactions or an unassuming calm before the temperamental fit.  now just a filter for collected thoughts. “  did you get those looked at?  “  said instead as hands busied themselves with her vanity. a dragon browsing its hoard of gems but no pleasure was taken in the act, merely to stave off the guilt of seeing his injuries. his expression. though his voice was telling enough. “  you should get some rest felix, what you did was careless. “   her mind drifted back to the attack, the dead that were still being counted, the rebuilding of her court that would need to be done. victoire had no time for rest while her mind raced and her mood was on the lighter scale, tipped nicely and generously towards something kinder. clearly, his injured state didn’t seem to bother her outwardly, but he and ambrose knew her better than that didn’t they?

@avariciousxskull

he wears his devotion in scars— the bandaged gashes on his neck, the burns on his fingertips. there’s no way she can deny he loves her now. not when he’s played the part of sacrificial lamb. not when he’s saved her doctrine by stepping between a demon and her safety, despite how easily his body tears.

she’s been gifted with immortality– something everyone around felix withholds from him. it makes him assume that perhaps he is a fickle, temporary party trick. a pretty thing to pass the time. nothing work keeping around for eternity.

he raps his knuckles on her door three times. turns the knob and lets himself in. “i saw your lights on, my queen.” her room is dimly lit. so his approach is careful. testing the water before he fixes himself at her side where he belongs. “why are you still awake?”

#;felix x victoire #𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 #before imprisonment plot #semi soft for you

[victoire-lanius]

“  you sound so cheerful, it’s adorable.  “   it was almost embarrassing to admit to herself that she didn’t get out often, didn’t travel and became somewhat of a hermit but the vampire knew a change needed to be put into place, one could only see as much of wonderland before becoming sick with their own home and the color it was coated in. Marna was equally beautiful a refreshing sight to her eyes.  “  victoire,  nice to meet you. mainly here to browse, nothing too exciting.   “

Ariel was organizing the buttons in the shop. Being in Marna met a lot more strangers. And a slow day meant the meraid didn’t have much to do. She pushed back the silver buttons back into the box. Ariel wanted to do something else. At the sound of the door opening, Ariel stood up with the biggest grin on her face. A stranger always had the potential to be a new friend. 

“Welcome to the shop!” 

@victoire-lanius​

#; ariel x victoire #𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

[victoire-lanius]

Am I most afraid of this rage in myself/reflected like a splinter buried deep in the palm

Not Vanishing; For Eli, Chrystos  (via salemwitchtrials)