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“I think people should always try to take the bad things that happen to them in their lives, and turn them into something good. Don’t you?”

Isabelle Fuhrman as Esther Coleman in Orphan (2009)

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“Kate, it's too late. It's your own fault. You took your family for granted.”

Esther Coleman||Leena Klammer \\ The Orphan (2009)

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Orphan

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              Leena was anamoured by the womans body and tattoos , Jelous of course that she would never have a normal body, It made her angry but she pulls a sweet smile.  “ Did they hurt ?...” she asked pointing to the womans arms. “the tattoos.. they are very pretty .. just like you” she said ever so sweetly.

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PSA -

VILLAINS ARE VILLAINS.

Villains are not a precious little punching bag that’s going to stand there and take your shit and be sassy with their hand on their hip. If you mess with the bull you get the horns – if you push a villain, you will get the wrath of a villain. If your character is rude/disrespectful to a villain, especially one in a high place of power, and the villain lashes out (whether it be verbally or physically) – 

THEN YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE UPSET ABOUT IT. WHAT DID YOU EXPECT TO HAPPEN?

Don’t write with villain/cruel/evil characters if you can’t deal with a villain/cruel/evil character being less than nice to your precious cinnamon roll of a character. Surprise! That’s not how this works! If the villain suddenly kills your character without having spoken to you first, then you have absolutely every right to be mad. But if your character receives a verbal lashing or non-lethal physical response that is in character for the villain to give, then you need to deal with it. 

I’m also sick of this sense of prerogative way of thinking certain characters hold when it comes to villains. This mindset of, ‘oh this person is evil, bUT OBVIOUSLY THEY’LL LOVE ME AND I’LL BE THEIR SPECIAL SOMEONE THEY WON’T HATE ME OR TRY AND KILL ME.“ NO. STOP THAT. You cannot go into interactions with villains expecting them to absolutely fall in love with your character/be best friends with them. This is why it’s most times excruciatingly difficult to ship/bro-ship with villains. And even if this does happen, you should expect a villain to still be aggressive and/or rude from time to time. 

A VILLAIN DOES NOT STOP BEING A VILLAIN JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP.

I’ve written villains for a long time now, and one thing has been made perfectly clear – you will get shit for writing your character too IC and you will get shit for writing your character too OOC. You will be fucking cursed out for your character being aggressive to those who are rude to them, and you will be blasted for writing them being nice even just from time to time. So fellow villain writers – just let your villain flag fly. Don’t fucking listen to people who try and give you shit either way for your portrayal. To those who do not write villains – respect them. Just because your character is sassy and spunky, doesn’t automatically give them the right to try and be disrespectful to someone who is most likely superior to them.

TL;DR IF YOU CAN’T STAND THE HEAT, GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN. IF YOU CAN’T DEAL WITH SOMEONE BEING CRUEL TO YOUR MUSE, DON’T WRITE WITH VILLAINS.

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vrykolaka​:

– ♔ Further still Claire remains curious about the younger, the knowledge that she holds despite her age. The twisted sense of morality. All of it allures the vampiress and for the first time in a very long time she’s finding herself giving into the curiosity taking hold of her. “Clever girl.” Off handed compliment is offered, soft and barely audible. Gaze moves over the doorframe, studying it intently as the door is opened, lips curl upward into a smirk before she’s crossing the threshold. Abandoned.

Leena is right it wouldn’t take much for these houses to go up in flames, the baseboards are still wooden as is much of the aspects of the house. Heritage no doubt. “Claire.” Name is offered as she rounds into the dark kitchen, “Can’t be guilty if you don’t get caught.” It’s all she’s willing to offer the younger for the time being, after all she can’t go dropping secrets willy nilly. Not yet, at least, not fully. “Go ahead – I’m going to see if there’s an excelerant we can use.” Form is already crouched in front of the sink, cupboard open before her as she begins looking.

Leena wastes no time in turning on the gas burners, humming a lullaby to her self, she then took the time to look around the house, it was staged as if people lived in it yet it was full of dust, they hadn’t done any showings of the houses recently obviously and no one had been in to clean it.  She walked through the rooms finding the main room the dresser was set up with a large jewelry box, she rummaged through it putting numerous necklaces on and rings.

She pranced her way back into the kitchen “Did you find anything?” she asked Claire before holding out a silver chain that had a red ruby on the end of it. “here you can have this .. i think its real!” she exclaimed with a soft smile. “Theres probably a buncha stuff around here we can sell ..”

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vrykolaka​:

– ♔ Certainly not the scent she would have gone with, but sure. Studying the others movements it’s apparent to Claire that these two kills? Are not the first ones the young woman has done, more over, she doesn’t seem bothered to have someone watching her disposing of bodies. Naturally it would be alarming to anyone with sane body and mind, of which neither Claire is. “Do you have an excelerant?” Question poses at the mention of the houses, a pause before she’s shifting a little as the flames move higher, heat cascading outward. “They are old but it will take more than just a small fire to catch both enough that there’s no stopping the fire, to distract from this.”

Features scrunch up before a shake of her head allows for her proper response, there would be no point in turning the other in. Who would logically believe someone so young could kill like she had, had knowledge enough to rid of the bodies. No, it’s not LOGICAL and therefore the authorities wouldn’t pay her any mind. Besides, there’s more to this young woman than meets the eye and as such Claire has found herself interested. “Killing is apart of who I am, it would be terribly hypocritical of me to turn you in.” Half assed explanation is offered before she’s taking a deep breath in and turning toward the woods, direction of town once more. “Come on then, mm? I’ll help you.”

“ The old houses have old gas stoves.” she said simply walking alongside her casually. “ we turn the gas on in both houses , wait for it to fill the space ..” she figured the woman could fill in the gaps, it wasn’t long until they reached the road and on the side of the road were the two houses, you could see the smoke in the forrest so the house fires needed to be bigger. 

“ Why do you want to help me .. if we get caught that makes you guilty by association ... i can lie my way out of it.. can you?” she asked before grabbing a rock and breaking the window at the back of the house , climbing her way in and making her way to the back door opening it for the woman. “I’m Leena...”

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“ it is very RUDE... to stare.”

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corrodedcoffyn​:

Christ man —- she really is young, isn’t she? Eddie runns a hand over his face slowly before leaning back in his chair once more, slow blinking at her. “Wait.” A pause, did he hear what he thinks he just heard? No way, she was too young for that shit. The guys would definitely not be able to keep their shit underwraps around her and the last thing he needed was to BABY SIT some ten year old. “I’m sorry but I think you’re a little too young for Hellfire. But — I can still teach you the game if you want?” Why was he bothering?

“ I AM SIXTEEN...”  she huffs and sits herself down at the table. “ i’ve probably seen more shit then your puffy haired little ass can even imagine.” she growls out. FOCUS LEENA. you can’t be seen for what you really are.. but she was to mad at this point. “ do you know what they do to pretty boys like you in my home town?” she asked a finger coming up to twirl her hair nonchalantly. “they turn them into WHORES.” she coldly said before crossing her arms. “ NOW --- I think you will let me in this club yes?”

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vrykolaka​:

– ♔ The scent of blood is what brought her to this point, too much blood to be a hunter and not enough blood to be a wild animal which begged the question of, WHO had been hurt. The scene is not one she expects and for a moment she finds herself questioning if the young girl truly is just that, but the heartbeat proves that she is indeed human. A murdering human, but human all the same. “Not lost, no.” Her voice is found after a moment, studying the other through the small fire now built. “Planning on burning their bodies?” Question falls, genuinely curious how someone of the girls stature is going to get rid of the mountain of evidence remaining on the woodland floor. “It’ll draw attention of anyone in the area. The smell of burning flesh is disgusting.”

“Smells like chicken.” she said with a shrug, waiting for the flames to get higher before walking over to the men and pulling a flask from one of their pockets, She opens it and takes a whiff screwing up her tiny little nose at the scent. She pours some over each body she wasn’t sure if it’d be enough to act as a fire starter but she really had no other option. “There are two old houses up the way by the road, if they mysteriously catch fire no one will care about what is happening in the woods.. they are heritage buildings.. not to be touched or taken down.. for history or whatever.”

“ are you going to report me to the police?” she asked grabbing a stick and lighting it on fire throwing it on both the bodies laid next to each other and watching as they slowly engulfed in flames. was she going to have to kill this woman also ? she hoped not she was exhausted.

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                it was past midnight, Blood stained the snow around her. she was foolish and reckless and crying, Cursing in her native tongue. How was she to dispose of two men by herself. The men had followed her and tried to attack her, SHE was alone and staying in a shelter right now not having found a family she could pretend to be in at this stage, SHE should of just ran they were both drunk and she could of left them be, BUT they annoyed her and she let her anger get the better of herself and there she was trying to find dry leaves and bark to start a fire, Clothes covered in blood.  A snap of a twig in the woods has her spinning around sniffling back tears as she stares at the woman , Hiding her knife behind her back. HOW CAN I EXPLAIN THIS?. “What are you doing..?“ was all she could come out with dropping the leaves and twigs on the ground, sitting herself down to continue her mission of fire starting, Using her knife to strike a rock a few times before a spark caught a lite and her small pile of dry leaves and bark burnt up and she stared into the flames a small smile forming on her mouth at the sight of it. “Are you lost?” she asked the woman not looking up from the fire.

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corrodedcoffyn​:

Eddie isn’t sure how he’s ended up talking to a literal child in the library but somehow here he is, leaning forward in a plush chair as he stares back at the small girl. “It’s uh — a board game? Like you have different characters that try and team up together to get the mission done.” He nods a little before brows have furrowed at her next question. Of course they weren’t real. A blink and then he’s letting a small smile push up. “Yeah they aren’t real. But it’d be pretty cool if they were, right? – Movies can be pretty crazy, be careful with what you get yourself into, ya?”

“OH” she said simply as he explained the game, what was a teenage boy like him doing hosting silly little kids games, HE was young and CUTE and apparently the local DRUG dealer .. he didn’t need to be wasting his time with brats.  “ I’m always careful, My mummy only lets me watch certain things.” the family she was integrated in , THE MILLERS, a lovely couple with a lovely home and a lot of fucking money. SHE should of left by now, BUT something about Hawkins was keeping her here. “ How does one join the Hellfire club ? do i need my parents Permission ?”