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ALL OF KATE’S ( somewhat active ) MUSES:

munin & tristan alecto  //  iubari

jezebela vera aurego  //  deathcmen

tatsian/a  //  vulpistic ( *sideblog )

jinan  //  peredita ( *sideblog )

devika  //  bahaan ( *sideblog )

cristina pythia  //  mesmerissa

frank castle  //  unhingedassassin

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look at this sweet cupcake :’))))

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— Homer, The Iliad

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what is your middle name? hana, technically do you have any fears? spiders, heights, being a loser :) where are you from? czech republic, ústí n.l. first career you wanted as a child: uHH-- police officer??? what’s your sign? sagittarius future names of your children: well maria obvs *winks @ myle* what are you listening to right now? dola re dola do you believe in fate/destiny? yup what is your favourite colour? red what is your favourite flower? roses what was the first concert/show you attended? ide remember :’)) something you are working on right now: studying for my thesis defense???? have you ever had a near-death experience? yeah. ew. tv shows you watch regularly: daredevil, the 100, but not regularly last movie you watched? dil ka rishta

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                      KISS ME AND CHOKE ON DIVINITY.

                                             darling,  i wasn’t made,  i  became.                                   a cursed mummy.  egyptian ichor.  art in damnation.

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and all the harm i’ve ever done alas  it  was  to  none  but  me .

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no offense but I suck at responding to most messages so please don’t think it’s you. It’s def me.

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& arewen.

                QUIET STEPS linger ever closer to the younger eldun;  porcelain digits skirting idly over curve of jezebela’s shoulder.    ‘ now– where could you have been all this time,  pet?  ’ possessive utterance flees the lunae monarch’s full mouth.  presence demanding the utmost attention,  there would be no distractions.  ‘  you wouldn’t have been avoiding me, jezebela? ’ cold fingers grip carved jaw; forcing intense optics to meet.  ‘ I would be very,  very displeased if you were. ’  a threat could never sound so desirable– bare,  raw. a visceral violence, touched by the kiss of  adoration. veiled blade, obviously met with malignant truth.

                     A  SINGLE  TOUCH  and every fiber of her body would be screaming for  more      attention, contact, the mere sound of the  word  she’d use. it was mere pride standing in jezebela’s way to giving herself to the eldun wholy.   ❝   avoiding  you?   ❞   how sweet and innocent could the young woman sound ! but the slight gasp at rough touch sounded even sweeter.   ❝   is there a reason i  should  be avoiding you?   ❞

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myle made me.

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happy stabday everyone!!! feel free to change stuff.

“ et tu ____?”” 

“ THAT’S MY HAND!!!!! ”

“ YOU HAVE THE WRONG ONE! ”

“ i came out to have a good time and i’m honestly feeling so attacked right now.” 

“ SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS! ”

 “ ____ YOU VILLAIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! ”

“ help me!!!! ”

“ he ran into my knife, he ran into my knife 23 times ” 

“ o tempora o mores ” 

“ why wasn’t i part of this ??? ” 

“ i stabbed ____!!!! ”

“ ____ is dead !!!! ”

“ what have you done ??? ”

“ liberty, freedom, tyranny is dead !!! ”

alternatively, send  🔪 to stab my muse.

things probably said on the ides

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Holy places are dark places. It is life and strength, not knowledge and words, that we get in them. Holy wisdom is not clear and thin like water, but thick and dark like blood.

C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces

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all i had to do was smile. but mother understood my smiles. and deep inside, now you do as well.

     the aurego sisters

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what have we done, my love?

for @deathcmen because wow, kate is the greatest and deserves to be told so! have these feels && feel better <33

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been a while so LIKE this for a starter ( or like HERE and HERE for sideblogs ) !!!

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for @deathcmen

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“Mm..”

                   OH,  HOW THE UNHOLYetched wondrous webs with cacophonous lips.  teeth so sharp they could shred sensitive flesh without effort.   & they tried. dragging along the exposed expanse in a languid tease.  wet muscle swipes across the lushness of lower lip;   wait was what caused lena’s abdomen to knot viciously.  high priestess knew patience,  to wait for what would be sensuously bestowed.  however,  the elder did dangle the pinnacle of delectable possibility for quite awhile before sating brimming desire.  maliciously skilled digits raveled around delicate throat;  a light squeeze gifted,  before canting valencia’s jaw to the right.  i’m yours,  she breathed.  limbs shivering,  knees weakened by pleasurable attention.  pitched whine escapes the younger in response to taunting bites that would surely break skin the longer jezebela remained.  honeyed optics fall to a languid close;  indulging in all that the witch had to offer.  letting sin soak in holy limbs.  prayer would not reach attentive ears.  the moon goddess remained muted within jezebela’s gorgeous, monstrous presence.  to worship suffocating darkness was to accept bruised knees, and bloodied palms.  so–  she knelt, and knelt.  love me,  need me as i need you.  loud thrumming of her heart booming within eardrums.  lithe digits tangle within those of her lover’s own,  clutching for something to keep her anchored to reality.                                     —— ‘ I NEED you…. ’ a broken whispered whine; meant for jezebela alone.