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I am literally in awe of your portrayal. Your Black Hat is so well-rounded and REAL yet he still maintains that gentleman villain air that made me fall in love with his character in the first place. You are an amazingly skilled writer (Not gonna lie, I read a lot of your threads!) and you seem like a genuinely nice person ooc. I am so glad I followed!
anon or not, honest opinion, no reply // accepting
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What was it about making Snow upset that troubled him so much? Sure, with anyone else, he didn’t bat an eye, but that look of disappointment on her face--- it just got to him. It wasn’t often that he felt genuinely ashamed of himself, but Snow could take his words, twist them around, and shove them right back towards him to make her see her perspective.
From his perspective, Zeke was nothing but a stubborn old wolf. He always had been--- to him, at least. He could only imagine, based solely on what he had seen, that Zeke would be as uncaring and uncompromising with Snow, as he was with him. The idea of the grouchy old wolf ‘saving her life’ seemed like a contradiction to who he was--- Zeke made things worse, not better.
But still, despite all that, Snow still stood so strong and so ready to defend him. Despite all of the hardships he’d put her through, she remained determinedly loyal. He actually felt jealous. And for a brief, flickering instance, he wondered if she might do the same for him. Suddenly, under her disappointed gaze, he felt uncharacteristically small.
“Okay,” He answered simply. “I know. It’s just, uh… no, wait, actually I don’t know.” He let the statement trail off. He really couldn’t put it into words. Not all at once, and certainly not in a way that sounded good. He simply didn’t like Zeke. And some part of himself would take great satisfaction in being chosen over him; in beating him in the petty, unspoken contest that the two of them had been engaged in--- he was being selfish. “Sorry. I know you can pick.” He could have spouted untruth after untruth to try and convince her--- tell her that he was worried Zeke would try to hurt her, or push her away, or not appreciate her, but honestly, believed none of that. Despite their heated rivalry, he had seen that Zeke could be a good father and person. For some strange reason, he couldn’t even bring himself to lie. “I just don’t like him.” But more than that, he was jealous.
MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL, who’s the fairest of them all? ‘ Why it is you, my dear doctor! ’ it will chime, playing along with your delusions, fancying itself a clever disguise. There is venom in its breath, it bleeds lies through the c/r/a/c/k/s in the glass. Scorned wench! Beguiled harlot! There is nothing FAIR about this useless body! This carcass which dressed itself in jewelry and silk loses itself in agony, cries out at its own decay, falls to pieces when the clock strikes twelve and reveals a charred and bony monstrosity. Damn this existence, damn this life of which you have not asked to live! There is no such thing as fair, there is only DESERVING.
And DESERVING she is of this gruesome idolatry. You decide promptly upon your falling gaze that this porcelain doll shall be yours. You will destroy her, you will destroy that face, a ghost forever chained to your soul and hellbent on your demise. She will hurt. She must hurt. She deserves it for what she has done to you. “ Just you wait, love. ”
But fate is a cruel mistress! Like the final drops of sand running through an hourglass, it is exactly that moment which your GOD chooses to ascend its throne. With it comes a blaring alarm and red light. Blood and guts and all the makings of men are flattened beneath your heel, and and as you step into her chambers you are struck with the realization : she is FREE. She is free from her confines, awakened by GOD’s true kiss, and what a VISION it is. Excited and aroused by the fear trapping you to the spot, you are almost coy as you call out to her, twirling a scalpel between your fingers.
“ Von Waldeck, Snow. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? Stay still for me dear, and DIE here. ” // @schneelein ♥’d
"Ladies don't start fights, but they can finish them."
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“They certainly can.”
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Cue the ghoul slipping up behind his beloved Angel, his beautiful Snow White, and wrapped his arms around hers, giving her a bit of a nip on the neck as he did so. He was away for quite some time, and thought this was the best way to repay her.
"̨H̀ey̧,҉ babe.̨ D̷id̀'̕ya͡ m҉işs̀ m͝e̷~̕?"
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Now, who's this? The ink demon pushed his floating head around the corner to see where the origin of those footsteps came from, and noticed someone had come in. Another human it turns out. Were they curious on how this studio was abandoned... or were they just ignorant? Nevertheless, it was Bendy's time to have some fun. Diving into a pool of ink, he shifted over to another pool, which was right behind the other, damn ink machine.
"Well, hiya, stranger! My name's Bendy; Bendy the Ink Devil! Welcome to Sillyvision Studio! I'd give a better tour, but we're all kinda... dilapidated right now."
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“YES I’M OLD ENOUGH, I’M A MYMBLE! WE AGE DIFFERENTLY, NOW SHUT UP AND GIVE ME A GLASS!”
Little My wasn’t a regular bar-goer, nor was she an alcoholic who frequently drowned their feelings in the drink, but she was feeling slummy tonight and really did not want anyone she knew to see her so upset over something so silly. Plus, she was certain if they were to get anything out of her at all, she knew well enough that their reaction would be far from serious.
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“Xerxes.” The single word spoken in a harsh command. Effectively drawing the wandering familiar back to his side. “Stay close.” A part of him couldn’t blame the eel for having a wandering eye. This was a very different landscape than either of them were used too.
General lack of sand in the wind or the afternoon sun beating down was enough to throw anyone less prepared for a loop.
Luckily he was very much prepared. He hadn’t traveled this far outside the deserts for a vacation. As if the Sorcerer had time for things like that.
