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@anviled said: happy birthday vee! i hope you have a great one! ππ₯°
[[ thank you, kat!! ππ]]
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@anviled said: happy birthday vee! i hope you have a great one! ππ₯°
[[ thank you, kat!! ππ]]
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NOW PLAYING: INNER THOUGHTS, ft. @anviled
" literally the only overlord here i respect. " okay, so, zestial too, by extension, and maybe rosie for the singular fact that cannibal town is the only place in the city she doesn't have to worry about voxtek spy cameras on every corner β but mostly it's just carmilla, and odile's just fine with that. " bonus points for objectively perfect music taste. "
as if odile wouldn't recognise where the names clara and odette came from, although she's never managed to ask if that was carmilla's choosing or something her daughters had picked for themselves on arrival here. " everyone else could learn a thing or two. "
γ €γ €β ππππππππγ €/γ €@anviled Λγ €Carmilla pins Lute to the wall!
βͺ β¦ β«γ €ππππππππ πππππππ ππππ ππ ππππππππ ππ ππππππππ, taking several bewildering heartbeats before outrage has the opportunity to overtake disbelief. Satin stretches smooth across a pointed slipper no wider than two digits, the fully extended leg behind it holding her against the wall with deadly control. There is nowhere to recoil. Stone refuses her retreat, pressing cold between her shoulder blades while the sharpened toe claims the narrow space beneath her jaw, a guillotine held just before its release. Every lesson Heaven had ever carved into bone insists she should already be moving, already driving an elbow through cartilage, wrenching the offending limb sideways until something tears with a satisfying βcrack! & yet, every avenue terminates against the same conclusion. There is no version of this exchange that doesn't end with consecrated steel opening her throat. How obscenely theatrical; how infuriatingly effective. Fuck! Rather than meeting Carmilla's gaze, her attention ( pointedly ) drifts away: there is something profoundly offensive about realizing the performance had never concealed the weapon. It is the weapon...
Memory proves thoroughly unhelpful; countless lectures delivered to fledgling Exorcists about economy of movement, about ensuring every strike accomplishes exactly one thing with no energy squandered upon vanity, & here stands Hell's foremost arms dealer embodying the very doctrine she'd spent ages trying to hammer into feather-brained recruits who still managed to scatter holy steel across Pentagram City with the discipline of startled pigeons. The comparison alone threatens to curdle her temper. Carmilla had not stumbled into this position; no desperate flourish, no gambler's luck, no last-minute improvisation had delivered them here. Years spent forging soldiers leave very little room for mistake; however alien the form, however offensive the source, repetition betrays itself too clearly to counterfeit. Heaven had forged soldiers no differently. Worse still, there is no strain to be found. Not a single muscle betrays the effort, not the slightest correction stealing through the supporting leg. Carmilla simply remains balanced upon a point, as though pinning her [ an angel! ] to a wall demanded no greater effort than drawing breath...
A slow breath escapes through her nose, [ more an effort to master the volcanic surge clawing against her ribs than any indication of composure, ] Muscle shifts beneath her jaw; each word [ each involuntary swallow ] draws the line of her throat against the angelic edge, steel matching motion for motion: β...I have spent centuries ridiculing Hell for confusing ornament with ability.β Voice remains polished to a dangerous calm; it bears little resemblance to the fury seething beneath it, βThen you arrive & make a liar out of me with a fuckingballetslipper?!β black lips flatten, βDo you have any idea how insufferable you've just made this?β Gold tears itself away from the slipper at last, settling upon Carmilla, [ the effort alone offends her: ] βYou've displayed the sort of discipline I've spent centuries trying to instill in my own soldiers.β disgust curls almost immediately around the admission, βYou've managed to offend my professional pride. I'm going to hammer that ridiculous fucking slipper so far down your throat you'll choke on your own craftsmanship, you ornate bitch!β
β havenβt been following for long but iβm enjoying your writing and portrayal a lot so far!
They like me, they really like me!
OooooooOOOOHHH my god thank you so much!!! Your writing is gorgeous! I also smile just a little at your threads with @arachnaemboss when I see them, itβs so cute. <3
@anviled said: βοΈ if youβd like! SEND βοΈ FOR MUN TO MAKE YOU A HANDWRITTEN NOTE !
Kat- I don't think I can ever properly express how inspired I feel when I see your portrayal of Carmilla. The depth, the nuance, the detail you add to her makes her feel truly real. She isn't just a side character when you write her. And it always inspires me to do the same for Vaggie! -Veeπ
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β₯ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?
β’ Has anyone ever tried to steal your blog? Your headcanons? Icons? All that jazz
β₯οΈ - I will NOT get into it but I was groomed as a preteen to write stuff I was not comfortable with and that is still to this day my worst rp experience. I didn't even know exactly what was wrong with it outside of the fact it was uncomfortable for me and I didn't want to do it, and the guy would always hound me whenever I tried to pretend I forgot about the rp. Eventually blocking him lead to a stalker situation but it has since been dealt with. Happened a couple times after that with other people but this was by far the worst because of how young I was.
πΉ - I don't THIIIIINK so? Hopefully not! Closest thing is me losing my originality by making Val Floridian because it became canon. Now everyone's Val is from Florida. That was like the one headcanon I didn't want to become real because it was like an inside joke about mine and something that made him different.
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β€οΈ .α.α You're very strong and scary but also could you, maybe, put a weapon or two on me?
@anviled . έβ βΉ . έΛ . έ
If your life were a movie, what song or type of music would play during the opening credits?
If you had to choose one, which TV show character stereotype would you fit into?
munday questions!
oh man. a song im not sure. id say maybe something from pink floyd because it's my favorite band but also because surrealism fits my life and vibe as a whole
as for the tv show thing. the jester / comedic relief character