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                                               The angel came down from heaven                                                      having the key to the Abyss                                               and holding in his hand a great chain.                                                    He seized the ancient serpent:

                                                T H E  D E V I L

                                               and bound him for a thousand years.                                               But man, his children, unshackled him                                                and now he laughs in the face of God.                                                 He paints the destruction of creation.

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SEND A NUMBER FOR MY MUSE TO DO THE FOLLOWING:

1 ⊱ my muse makes/buys breakfast for yours.

2 ⊱ my muse drunkenly flirts with yours.

3 ⊱ my muse accidentally spills a drink on yours.

4 ⊱ my muse has to share a taxi with yours.

5 ⊱ my muse tells yours an embarrassing story.

6 ⊱ my muse greets yours after two years apart.

7 ⊱ my muse calls or visits your muse in a panic.

8 ⊱ my muse angrily shouts at yours.

9 ⊱ my muse attempts to get your muse’s attention.

10 ⊱ my muse is crying and is caught by yours.

11 ⊱ my muse accidentally walks in on yours changing.

12 ⊱ my muse doesn’t remember who your muse is.

13 ⊱ my muse asks your muse for a favor.

14 ⊱  my muse wakes up beside yours.

15 ⊱ my muse suddenly feels sick while hanging out with yours.

16 ⊱ my muse accidentally butt-dials your muse.

17 ⊱ my muse dances with yours.

18 ⊱ my muse tries on your muse’s clothing.

19 ⊱ my muse surprises your muse.

20 ⊱ my muse takes care of your inebriated muse.

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long afloat on shipless oceans. i did all my best to smile. ‘til your singing eyes and fingers, drew me loving to your isle, and you sang: “ sail to me ”

private and highly selective as well as low activity fandomless oc, created and developed by libra. est. 3/26/18.

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Someone: I got the rat tail, snake venom, and owl skull. What else do we need for this ritual? Evanora: The blood of a virgin. Someone: .......... Evanora, taking a swig of wine: Well don’t look at me, darling. That’s far past its expiration date.

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The body is meant to be seen, not all covered up.

Marilyn Monroe (via naturaekos)

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Credit: IG-@wickawicka317

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On the surface, Evanora seems like a charming, warm and inviting person, but really she’s sly, cunning, and outright sadistic. She prefers to play with her food and potential victims, almost like dangling their desires on a fishing line until they’re hooked and can’t escape, but she only has as much power over people as they give her. The longer they stick around and do as she says, the more power she has, and she uses charms and potions to keep her victims close.

But deep down, she’s a monster. While she may have been designed to represent The Devil in a tarot deck, she is actually a powerful demonic presence that escaped the painting she was created in. There’s a reason why the people she ensnares in her beautiful natural magic doesn’t kill, because she’s not representative of Death, only despair and trickery.

When she walks past surfaces such as mirrors, there’s a reason why her reflection appears as a black ghastly shadow with horns, wings, hooves, and a tail; while she often tells others that the reflection is either part of the object’s curse, or a particular glamour in her magic to throw off pursuers, it’s actually her true nature and she can do nothing to mask that.

However, once she has someone completely wrapped around her finger, Evanora will show her true guise to someone, and that is the face of The Devil card.

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Art of the precious wife by Dadakai (Tumblr --- Credit)

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   Dark the shop was, and yet it groaned with life at the simplest touch of sunlight. The stained glass panels were fashioned by charms to keep sunlight out, as to not disturb those who lived within the cursed antiques --- that was the witch’s job. Lining the room were candles flickering with varying colors of flame, indicating the beginning and end of particular wares and baubles while the shop’s center had what seemed to be a lounge of Victorian-esque furniture.

   His footsteps echoed against cobblestone flooring until meeting with lush carpet, a dark red fabric with several curved black marks in varying positions and angles. From behind the counter, a curtain parts as she confidently strides into view. It’d be a lie to say she wasn’t expecting his presence, in due time, and it would be a truth to admit she knew his name. Evanora was much older than Noxus --- she had seen it conquer, grow, and prosper --- and she will be here when it eventually dies.

   Heels clicked masterfully against the floor, the ends of her skirt flowing with the curvature of the stones like liquid obsidian, before she stops just a few feet before him.

       “ Talon DuCouteau, what a pleasure to finally meet you in person. I’m a little surprised you decided to visit considering you’re a man of the blade, not the books. Change of heart? “

   A smile graced her features, as Evanora knew he likely wouldn’t attempt to pick up the sorcerous arts --- alchemy, perhaps, as that may aid in adding a certain oomph to his craft with devastating potions --- though that discussion was for another time.

       “ Don’t be a stranger. A Noxian is always welcome here. “

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symbiotic-survivor:

Kai’sa had caught wind of this little shop in her travels, full of strange and cursed objects. It piqued her interest, wondering if and void related objects had made their way into the collection. Or something to help with the parasite living on her, threatening to overpower her mind and body every second. She did not carry much hope about the latter, but that was no reason to pass up an opportunity to discover something new.

When she entered the shop her second skin pricked and crawled on her, there were for sure some powerful objects in here. 

“Well, I have heard that interesting is what you do here.” Kai’sa replied to the woman, eyes wandering around the shop to various and seemingly random objects.

   Incense burned with intoxicating scents of lavender, vanilla, and something bitter --- yet the air was nice and fresh, still breathable without it being overbearing. A haunting guise stalked the mirrors of the shop, they mimicked Evanora’s movements, though none properly reflected her. The comment earns the young woman a chuckle as the witch settles the glass down and comes to a proper stand.

       “ Interesting is most certainly what I do here. Come, don’t be a stranger; none of these will bite you... I hope. “

   The witch bows slightly at the waist and motioned to the small sitting area located in the middle of the shop, candles of varying colors lighting different areas of the room to indicate a particular type of magic, cobblestone floors decorated with some kind of rug, as antiques hung on brick walls. She could tell something about the suit was off --- mostly from the chest that had begun to whimper on the floor near the door --- but she made no mention of it.

       “ Surely you came here with a purpose. What is it you seek, my dear? Care for some wine while you’re here? “

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anccra:

Eyes of sparkling youth flicked up to meet, before looking down to crushed petals that had been held in her arms. Freshly released from her weekly tending of the biodome she worked at, the small plant had been a gift for her mother. With its luminescent glow and blue flower, it reminded it of her first memories. She would have to get another one. No matter, the teenager felt bad for the poor woman that had grabbed onto. 

“No, please, I was at fault too. I’m fine, are you? This plant has some rather unpleasant thorns on it,” she began, looking at the wrist that had grabbed her arm. 

   Evanora’s eyes wandered down, thick lashes flicking with the direction change of her gaze as she noticed the poor flower’s demise. She was no stranger to plantlife, or thorns, and painted lips curved into a humble smile as she bent forward the slightest.

       “ I’m only disappointed to see such a beautiful thing in poor shape. The flower is of importance to you, yes? Oh, I would hate to see it thrown away. “

   She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, releasing her hold on the girl’s arm so that she may move freely once more. A delicate fingertip trailed along one of the broken petals, and she sighed.

       “ Please, my darling, allow me to help. “

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Apologies for the wait! Will be getting to replies and things shortly.

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it’s sinday, isn’t it? well then:

evanora may be a woman capable of seducing most, whether it be by her natural charm, an actual spell, a potion, or some composition of similar concepts, but she has never actually had sexually intimate relations with another person before.

part of this is because she is physically uncomfortable with her body, and another part is because she’s been objectified as more of a ‘fantasy’ than a person because of her identity and conflicting biology in the past.