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“Elisabetta.”
A woman who dealt in rumors knew who she was seeing, of course. How fascinating. Lusamine of Aether practically in her own courtyard, after everything that had happened all the way in distant, luxurious Alola.
“And no, thank you.”
Her voice was calm and melodious, intentionally avoiding the hint being thrown her way.
Lusamine of Aether, looking like a drug addict dying inside for another hit.
So it had to be true- well, some of the rumors. Perhaps not others.
She sat in an almost masculine position- one leg crossed over the other in a delicately manicured pantsuit, as was the style in Unova perhaps 30 years ago- but with a distinctly feminine poise. Looking as though she were transported here from the pages of a book set in a very recent past.
“Lovely evening.”
⛔ ((but for you know who on my other blog))
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Wretchedly, of course, the madnesses that strike her can never do the polite thing and simply leave when they’re done with her; the aimless panic and fury ebb away slowly, pulled from her like clinging cobwebs, like the phantom tendrils of her beasts she feels being plucked from her skin. In a moment of clarity, she attempts to sit herself somewhere a bit more secluded to let it all pass gracefully, pretending she doesn’t feel them, nor hear their voices singing in her mind.
She manages it better now than previous times, but still finds her thoughts wandering to how frightful she would surely look to any passersby, hunched and trembling like a madwoman where she sits.
At some point, she happens to glance up and sees that someone has taken notice of her– a stranger, and a rather important-looking one at that.
Oh, just perfect. Of course.
Lusamine straightens her back, trying to call her usual poise back to her with a deep, steadying breath, but still her voice sounds weary and frail when she speaks. “Hello. Pardon me, is there– something I can do for you, Miss…?”
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Ignorant 𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 — and colorless apologies.
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Vocaloid’s “Seven Deadly Sins” Saga Sentence Starters english version by JubyPhonic, Mikutan, Rachiedian
49 starters | suggestive | TW: death
Daughter of Evil || JubyPhonic
« kneel before me, paestants! »
« all those who defy to me are to die! »
« oh, is it tea time yet? »
« they didn’t have the energy even to even hold a sword. »
« everything will crumble in this fleeting dream of lies. »
« i’m now a prisoner to die. »
« what could she be thinking in her jail cell tonight? »
Evil Food Eater Conchita || Mikutan
« i recommend that you all stop acting so crude. »
« why don’t you give me more? »
« come here, my dear! there is nothing for you to fear. »
« all these people are just driving me crazy! »
« i want to know how you taste. »
« i guess it’s best that no one’s living here with me. »
« i wonder what else can this life still bring! »
The Tailorshop on Enbizaka || Rachiedian
« there is only one thing that makes me worry. »
« even thought he has someone like me he’s always out seeing other women. »
« i must continue on with my work. »
« i couldn’t stand to see them together. »
« well? what do you think? am i beautiful? »
« it seems that a man was killed in cold blood. »
« have we met before? »
The Madness of Duke Venomania || Razzy
« women are running, coming to see me. »
« there’s no use to escape from my madness! »
« i want to forget the person i used to be. »
« people used to laugh and make fun of me. »
« i promise i won’t cause you harm. »
« i’ll send him right back to hell! »
« i haven’t even said “i love you”… »
Gift from the Princess who Brought Sleep || Reila
« lay your worries to rest and sleep. »
« i still loved you so deeply. »
« you were completely worthless. »
« nothing else matters as long as i get to be with you. »
« everyone is plagued by some sort of anxiety. »
« unrequired love is a cruel reality. »
« it seems i’m the only one who cannot find sleep at all. »
Judgment of Corruption || Razzy
« those sins you’ve committed? if you pay you’ll be acquitted. »
« only ones with cash do well. »
« what would you do without me? »
« in the end you all should know your life depends on me. »
« it’s my duty to watch her. »
« i am nothing but a sinner. »
« here is when they’ll find your lifeless body. »
The Muzzle of Nemesis || Rachiedian
« i will forgive if you shall repent. »
« he’s a crook in sheep’s clothing. »
« it’s time for me to claim for my revenge. »
« is it true that bad people should have a chance for redemption? »
« your money will drag you down to hell. »
« did father even kiss me goodbye when he left? »
« it’s too late for sentimentals. »
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Her liquid gaze held fated depths, her full lips invited touch. There was power, too, in her air of stillness: She might have been an Archangel, something winged and terrible come to rest.
Stephanie Baron, from “The White Garden: A Novel of Virginia Woolf,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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📭 Reblog if you want curious anons in your inbox! 📭
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Mary Rose O’Reilley, from Half Wild: Poems of M. R. O.; “Home Farm,”
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15 (for the timeline meme)
the timeline in which they let a chance go by.
Betta’s first forays into… extralegal activities had been almost an accident.
A bored, bored, bored young socialite with nothing better to do out after dark when daddy doesnn’t know, rough part of town, looking for a thrill.
Got mixed up with a preset mark by a local gang- they thought she was hiding a precious jewel in her purse, transporting it from one place to another. The less security, the better, the less suspicious- or perhaps the mark was stupid.
But it was fun.
Betta played along for a time, got blindfolded and marched into a smoky back room where she could hear traces of a bar out front. Exciting.
Played along, schmoozed some gangsters, got to know some things she really shouldn’t know. Got lucky, she knew- the boss spat in her face but kicked her out when he read her lips that she was some rich girl out looking for thrills.
Her heart was beating like a jackhammer.
The twist? She’d left with more than jewels. She’d left with names and information.
The next night, she was out with a plan. A real plan.
She knew there were different gangs. Fractions. Factions. Fighting for the city, for the region, for control.
Her heart in her throat, Elisabetta made her first deal- for knowledge.
And she was hooked.
And others have been hooked on her (carefully stolen and filed) words ever since.
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But what if she hadn’t?
What if she’d never snuck out again?
What if she’d never made her first deal?
What if she didn’t become the devil making deals?
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Elisabetta’s still a businesswoman. Haughty. Bored. Something of a feminist when it suits her. An old-fashioned sexist when she prefers.
She’s still rebelled against daddy’s wishes, took charge of their fortune, multiplied it tenfold
She’s a deadly combination of beautiful and brilliant- and sly.
But there’s no spark in her eyes.
She swims in her money and in the bodies of men, careless flings in the best rooms of her hotels with men older than her, younger than her, a series of bodies whose names she barely knows.
Looking for some depth to her life, she drinks and hosts lavish parties that she never attends.
When she’s older, she finds a man who makes her feel young and makes him her king. Her prince. Buys him everything in return for worship, but it feels empty.
She’s bored.
So much stimulation, every possible whim at her fancy, but when you have everything, nothing tastes different.
And when she dies, it’s a dramatic end, slitting her wrists at a top floor suite, glistening blood dripping out over the city she might, in another lifetime, own.
#//excuse me miss I know it ain't funny but your perfume smells like your daddy's got money#//daddy said not to go downtown#//daddy said to be home by midnight#//then rewind#reply#drabble#tw suicide#tw blood#tw self harm#mercenaryrocket
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a slightly altered timeline. send me ‘ timeline ’ and a number and i will tell you how my muse and their life would have turned out in a life slightly altered compared to their canon one—same universe, but where something little, or something big, went differently.
the timeline in which they live an ideal life, had no opportunities taken from them, were subjected to nothing terrible, where they grew up to fulfil their full potential.
the timeline in which they never met who would become the most influential or important person in their life, or that person was taken from them before they were capable of forming memories.
the timeline in which something important to them happened in a different stage of life.
the timeline in which they knew beforehand of something they would have prevented if given the chance.
the timeline in which they continue on from the current point in their lives to the best happy ending that is within their reach, where nothing that has happened so far is negated but from now on, the happy things start piling up.
the timeline in which everything that could go wrong from this point on… does.
the timeline in which they never experience the loss that taught them something important.
the timeline in which they gain everything they want, except for the thing they wanted the most.
the timeline in which they live the life they currently see the most likely for them.
the timeline in which something big to them never happened.
the timeline in which something very little happened differently, but it changed a lot.
the timeline in which they had a person in their life when they needed one the most.
the timeline in which instead of the most influential person in their life, they had a person who had the complete opposite effect on them.
the timeline in which they took a chance they didn’t in canon.
the timeline in which they let a chance go by.
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Bothersome, Deploy
Bothersome: What are some of your muse’s pet peeves?
Most Pokemon, especially felines.
Men. As a whole. It’s the 70s and she’s a woman who’s also their boss. She’s had her fill (and is surprisingly sexist unless it suits her not to be).
Bad manners. She’s known to put people through an upper-class tea ceremony (Eastern or Western) to get an excuse to get rid of somebody (for bad manners)
Deploy: What is their view on the world in general (i.e. is it positive, negative, etc.)?
Cynical and utilitarian.
Homo homini lupus est. Humans are selfish, fallible, and malleable. It’s a very jaded and disillusioned view of existence (the fact that Miyamoto didn’t share in it is part of why she fascinated Elisabetta so much).
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“Don’t you remember me?”
The look on Elisabetta’s face was an enigma, not in the least because she wasn’t sure how she felt. She’d chosen now to reveal herself, lady of a much smaller domain in Hoenn. To the daughter of the woman who was her greatest regret.
She looked timeless- as if taken today from her position some thirty years ago, aged gracefully, but not with the times.
She smiled. But it didn’t quite reach her eyes, inquisitive, analyzing, judging.
You look so much like your mother.
“I didn’t expect you would.”
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❛ How do you know me? Other than the fact that I’m a glamorous crook with a flawless appearance-Still. Who are you?! ❜ That steely glare looks somewhat familiar but she cannot place it herself. ❛ Have we met before? ❜
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A series of questions based around Jack Stauber’s songs! If sent to a multi-muse blog be sure to specify what muse the questions are aimed at.
as requested by anon
Doctor: How easily does your muse get sick? Do they have any medical illnesses or other such problems?
Buttercup: How would they describe what love is?
Coffee: How easily do they get addicted to things?
Hope: How do they go about trying to break any vices or addictions? Are they often successful or not?
Two Time: How likely are they to cheat on a significant other? Why?
Dead Weight: Do they find difficulty in reaching out and being sociable with others? If so, in what ways?
Inchman: Have they dealt with any kind of abuse in their life? In what ways has the abuse changed or strengthened them?
Bothersome: What are some of your muse’s pet peeves?
Deploy: What is their view on the world in general (i.e. is it positive, negative, etc.)?
Cupid: How does your muse deal with rejection?
Databend: Do they manipulate others in any way?
Today Today: Do they get caught up in the past or on future ambitions more so than the present?
Lynn: How likely are they to believe everything they’re told? Do they prefer to look into things themselves before forming opinions?
Bread: Do they measure a person’s success by the things that they own and can afford?
Paper Towels: How likely are they to help stop a situation or a mess before it gets out of hand? How much more likely are they to do so when they’re personally involved?
Baby Teeth: How do they feel about children?
$4.99: Do they believe that money can solve most problems, in any sort of way?
Mr. Backwards: How much stock do they put into other people’s opinions?
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Hopefully.
“…Am I the deadbeat boyfriend to Silver’s rebellious phase?”
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It’s reached her through the grapevine,. too.
Her grandson has never been more of a disappointment (for someone who was hoping for a do-over of her own son and an actual heir).
Though, well, she did have her fun when she was young...
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Mary Rose O’Reilley, from Half Wild: Poems of M. R. O.; “Home Farm,”
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