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Lady D’s VA singing. Obviously this is from The Witcher but it applies pretty well to RE Village too. Kinda cool to imagine Alcina singing this haunting lullaby.

Introduction to ABΩ

MacKenzie: Here at Alpha Beta Omega we encourage you to be open with who you are and what you believe in. Vivienne: What Mac TRYING to say was if you’re lesbian or can be turned, this is the place to be. MacKenzie: That was not what I was trying to say. Vivienne: Name one person here at Alpha who’s straight. Please. MacKenzie: … Vivienne: Exactly.

“Kryptonite...”

Vivienne POV:

I took the time to know her instead of going straight to the bedroom...It doesn't only make me crave more from her sexually, but it makes me want more than just that, sex. I want her on all levels, body, mind, and soul. I want her all. I want to be hers...and her to be mine.

I hear water rushing from the bathroom. I smile and yell in that direction. "Better not be using my shampoo! Or my body wash." I hear her distant yell back, "Well?! That's all I see!" I sigh getting up and going into the bathroom. "FUCKING PERVERT!" I chuckle, responding while getting the guest stuff from the drawer. "You know good and well that's my job, Luci."

I move the curtain a bit to hand them to her. "The blue one is body wash and the pastel purple is shampoo. Don't fuck with my shampoo or my body wash, unless you want to go around people smelling like me." I hear her chuckle as I walk out of the bathroom. "I wouldn't mind smelling like you, Vivi. You smell nice, the perfect mix of sweet and spicy. Like your personality"

I sit on my bed. Ten minutes later, Lucinda's out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. "Any clothes?" I nod, getting up and walking into the closet, grabbing a panda onesie and throwing at her. "Oh, hi! Thanks V!"

I nod again, sitting down. "This may be strange to ask- but you got a pair of underwear I can wear?" I smirk, "Hmmm, let me see what I have for you." I get up and make my way to my lingerie drawer. "Give me a colour that isn't the colour I'm wearing."

My soft pale skin was barely covered by the soft transparent silk that goes around my undergarments. "White?" I let out a silent hum finding the most innocent lingerie I have that's white. I throw the panties and the lace bra at her. Her face flushes red, as she turns around dropping her towel to her feet.

"I hate you for that." I chuckle sitting on my bed. "Why is that, you didn't say how to give it to you." When she's in the lingerie she stands directly in front of me. "Yes, darling?"

She softly touches my cheek before slapping it and then she rubs it. I love pissing off Valentine so instead of letting out an "ow" I moan and I see her face find a whole new shade. "Goddamn pervert." I smirk laying back on the bed. "Sorry, I just absolutely adore pain, so you have to do more than just physically hurt me, Luci."

She sighs, getting dressed and laying beside me. "I hate you." I chuckle at her words. "You love me." She pushes my shoulder.

"Exactly, that's why I hate your ass." We sit in silence for a few minutes. "Hey V?" I look over at the dark brunette, "Yes?"

Lucinda asks me yet another question. "What's your favourite song, I need to know your taste in music." I sigh out a breath of relief. "Cyber Sex, by Doja Cat."

Lucinda PoV:

I pause. "At this point I was thinking Dirty Talk, or something more sexual but, Cyber Sex?" Vivienne laughs, sitting up and opening her phone. "Siri, pull up Cyber Sex, by Doja Cat." Repeating what Vivienne said Siri followed her directions.

"Since you think Cyber Sex isn't sexual let me just tell you the lyrics until you get it."She softly sings the lyrics. "I wanna touch on you, you see me in my room, wish you were here right now, all of the things I'd do, I wanna get freaky on camera, I love when we get freaky on camera." She looks at me. "Must I break it down for you?"

I shake my head no. But she continues making me blush. "Are you into that? Let's break the internet,We do the best, when we have cybersex." My face is now a tomato, and when she finished.

When she looked at my crimson face she smirked and air-kissed my cheek. "Oh, I'm sorry, darling- You should have said stop!" She laughs and I groan. "I swear, Vivienne we aren't going to get far with your pet names." When she notices she stopped laughing.

"I'm sorry, again...It's a bad habit that will be hard for me to drop, since I'm a seductress and all." I nod, understanding. "Well, can you not use it with me please, V?" Another wicked smirk forms on Vivienne's pale complection.

"I love it when you beg-" She pauses when I give her the look of "Really, bitch?" and she stops. "Sorry, of course, I'll try to, Luci." I smile at Vivi and she smiles back, she rarely smiles from what I know so seeing her smile is a blessing to see. "Any more questions, Valentine?"

I shake my head and then she starts firing questions at me. "Besides Pandas what are your favourite animals?" I smile, "Suprised you didn't ask what my kinks are, well, Sloths, especially baby sloths." Vivi smiles at me, laying with her head dangling at the end of her bed, her raven hair touching the floor. I flip that way as well and Vivienne says something about it.

"You must love wanting to copy me." I roll my eyes. "What?! Hell no!" She smirks. "So why did you use my Shampoo? I can smell it in your hair, Lucinda Valentine." I roll my eyes once again.

"In my defense it smells good and it'll remind me of you when I leave your house." She plasters on yet another wicked smile. "Who said you were leaving?" My eyes widen ad I get up. "Nope!" She laughs hard getting up and embracing my hand.

"I'm playing with you, Lucinda! Come back! You're wearing my clothes!" I pause at the door. "Fair point." I walk back to the bed and sit down. "Plus, I'm tired can we sleep?" Vivienne nods, "I'll be downstairs if you need me."

She gets up but I grab her arm. "Look! You live here, you sleep in your bed." Vivienne gets in the bed, dragging me in the bed with her. "We both sleep in my bed." My face glows red before I start to move back but Vivienne says something else.

"As friends, I won't try to have sex with you if you don't want it because I don't want to lose you to my sexual energy..." My eyes widen, "Oh, of course, V." She wraps me in the covers and her arms and I hugged her tight.

"Good night, Vivi."

"Good Night, Kryptonite."

"Everything was fine until you came around."

CW: Angry but Soft Bela

“Bela, you’re not that good at hiding your emotions from me...You know that right?” “Everything was fine until you came around.” “What?” “You heard me, Y/N.”

She raises her head from her book before tossing it on the ground. "You entered the palace and concluded that I was what you want." You have a puzzled expression on your face as you stare at her. "B, that wasn't a choice... It occurred randomly, darlin-"

“Don’t call me darling, Y/N!”

You fall silent as you stare at her. Her expression is a combination of rage and perplexity. But you could sense awe in her eyes.

“I don’t know how to deal with this. This...feeling.” “What does is the feeling?” “I don’t know, Y/N!” “Explain it.”

She gives you the softest look she can muster. "It's soft...and warm." It's soft and warm, and it's nice." You turn to face her, raising her head to your level. You give her a gentle look.

“That’s what love feels like.”

Goth Masc on the outside...

Goth Femme on the inside...

Shit I have been found OUT

your tumblr avatar is who you are on the outside, and your discord avatar is your true self

Tuesday Mornings...

Not a very well structured poem but I was really in the mindset to write a poem this morning. I found my “old” journal with a couple characters I made while making coffee. 

Sleeping is almost non optional in the mornings Alarms fade into quiet storms Quieter than the thoughts and plans For the day ahead

Gentle hisses from a small dragon The start of a morning filled with change. The coffee begins to brew as I begin to dress.

Words being exchanged between two lovers Arrangements being made And some being cancelled. She too, begins to dress for the day ahead

A cup of coffee being shared between two A cup of wine to occupancy it. They flip through the pages of their past and reminisce on the future.

Evina: You underestimated just how much of an idiot you were dealing with.

Helena: No, I am pretty aware.

Alex: I’m a God.

Arin: You yelled “shut up” at a thunderstorm and it happened to dissipate. It was purely coincidence. You have no power.

Galen: Shut it. They’re a God.

Prompt #6

You travel to Venice for an art project, the famous symmetrical building. The building is exactly the same from left to right and top to bottom. You go inside to see a tall mirror. You gently tap the surface with the pencil and it falls through into the mirror. You look down to see your pencil on your side of the mirror. When you attempt to pick it up, it goes through your fingers. You try to pick it up through the mirror and an identical hand does the same. You go to pick up your pen and the other hand grabs your ankle.

:dying noises: This is so cute 🥺

Just a little Holiday fluff I wrote for our favorite Sorceress! Happy Holigays, folks 😊♥️ 

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My breath catches in my throat as soon as I enter the living room. Helena’s silhouette brilliantly outlined by the soft glow of  the fireplace. The lean muscles in her arms flexing ever so slightly as she meticulously places ornaments upon our first Christmas tree. My heart warms at the sight of it, and I can’t help the fond smile that rises to my lips. Long strips of moonlit hair cascading over her focused eyes with each ornament that goes up. A master at everything she does, I had never seen a Christmas tree look more perfect. It was almost as perfect as her.

“Babe?” I ask her softly, causing her bright blue eyes to catch mine sharply.

“Yes, my love?”

“Here, I brought you something to try.” I reply as I hand her a steaming mug with Santa’s face on the side of it.

“And what is this called?” She raises the mug to her delicate nose, taking in the aroma before indulging herself in a long sip - her eyes widening as the taste fully hits her tongue.

“First tell me.. do you like it?” I ask teasingly.

“I enjoy it very much, yes.” She says before eagerly taking another sip.

“This is my Grandmother’s special hot chocolate.” I say with a smile. “The secret is adding just a little bit of peppermint to it.”

“It’s quite lovely. Was your Grandmother an alchemist?” She asks as she finishes the contents of her drink.

“Nope. She just loved chocolate.” I reply with a laugh as I join Helena by the tree - wrapping one arm around her waist as I pulled her closer. A soft kiss to her cheek and all I can smell is chocolate dipped Helena with a splash of peppermint.

“You smell incredible.” I tell her, leaning in for another kiss.

“Oh? Do I, now?” She gives me a little smirk before placing a warm, lingering kiss to my lips.

“Mmh.. Yes, you do.” I say, kissing her back. “And you’re a vision by fire light, too, might I add.”

This time she blushes, slightly averting her eyes as she attempts to turn her focus back to the ornaments.

“You flatter me, my love.” She says softly.

“Let me tell you a little secret, babe.” I say as I lean in a little closer to her ear. “It’s not flattery if it’s true.”

This time she shudders, and I know my plan to fluster her is working. Her dark blue eyes shifting back to mine and she softly bites her bottom lip before giving me another smirk.

“You know… my love. If you keep this up, we’ll never finish this lovely tree of ours.”

“Sounds like a fair trade to me.” I say, kissing her again.

She slowly drops the ornament in her hand to the ground, firmly wrapping her arms around my waist as she pulls me in for a heated kiss. The sweet smell of chocolate and peppermint still on her lips as I drink her in, indulging in as much of her as I can. The glow of the fire place dancing playfully off her hair like it was caught helplessly in a stream of moonlight. My heart, warm, as the thought of spending my first Christmas with the love of my life spilled out into me. Helena was safe, loved, never to broken by the Witch Queen again - her first Christmas Eve spent cozily by the firelight - as our tongues wrote out exactly how we felt, with the sounds of Christmas filling the air.

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