Jul 23
Oooooh, somebody's in trouuubblleeee.....
Carmilla, Clara and Odette are @brxkenhalos versions of the characters
Art commissioned from relimerance on ko-fi
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Oooooh, somebody's in trouuubblleeee.....
Carmilla, Clara and Odette are @brxkenhalos versions of the characters
Art commissioned from relimerance on ko-fi
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"Do I look okay?" Probably the fifth or sixth time she'd asked that in the past two hours, tail flicking sharply behind her as she stared into the mirror and anxiously tried to fix her bowtie. That did not even need fixing. She just needed something to do with her hands, so as to not pull them through her freshly-trimmed and styled hair. "It's not... too much, is it? Or- is it- not enough? Ugh-" Even without being nearly as sharp as the old one, her new prosthetic was still strong enough to gouge lines into the vanity table from her stress. "Why does so much of Heaven have to be out there, again?!"
@brxkenhalos
@brxkenhalos | one-line starter
"I've been feeling plenty better, yeah... how does it look?"
Honestly just wants to stir up shit but won’t say no watching some hatefucking~
continued || with @brxkenhalos
Vaggie met Charlie's eyes, glad when their gazes met again. When her eyes had closed she had held her breath. Losing sight of her for short moment, she had feared she was losing her. But once she was back the insecurities abated slightly and she sighed. Her smile might not be the widest or the most proud, but it was there and it was sincere and just for Charlie.
"...you didn't do anything, Charlie. But people that..I've been with in the past. Let's just say they've made it difficult for me to open up. It's not an excuse for lying by omission. I think part of me wanted to believe you knew I was a fallen but just hadn't brought it up. And the other part just never wanted to discuss it in case the topic meant you would reject me. Because rejection has always been the default whenever I've brought up any negative or strong emotions, I think. When it came to people I was involved with. Looking back though, I see now that involvement with those people...they were a pretty poor excuse for anything that would count as partners." she took Charlie's hand again. "You've shown me that. And shown me that communicating is better than keeping things inside."
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Some basic verse descriptions until I can get them written out properly lol
Main: Created by and given false/edited memories from Carmilla (brxkenhalos) almost 400 years ago, lived as her daughter + Odette and Clara's (brxkenhalos) younger sister for a while before losing it after their father was killed in an Extermination. She does not tell anybody about their connection, and until recently, she did not know the truth of her creation.
Main B: Essentially the same as above, except Vel actually was alive on Earth. Accused of being a witch, burnt at the stake (false memory from Main, real here) and ended up in Hell.
Alt: Lived closer to the modern day, was a fashion designer/model, died in a studio fire and ended up in Hell. No connection to Carmilla in life.
"Mm....."
"That's hot."
@brxkenhalos | closed starter
Heat. Pain. Flames licking at her heels, up her legs, her body, burning her dress and melting her skin off as she thrashed and begged and cried. Her screams were almost drowned out by the crackling of the wood below, as well as the circling crowd's jeering, but all she could focus on was the agony as the fire swirled around her. It wasn't long for the last of her strength to be robbed from her, and she just barely felt herself go limp for a moment before-
The pain was gone. Not that she noticed at first, with the shadow of it still prickling over her skin. Another ragged scream tore itself from her throat, and she instinctively thrashed again, twisting away from her place and falling hard off of the... bed?