steavia

[steavia]

burn the witch burn the witch we know where you live

[steavia]

I actually kinda like the night time window screen.  𝐈𝐟  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐜𝐚𝐧  𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞  𝐢𝐭.

[steavia]

there is something to be said about the simpler things in life bringing the most joy. grand gestures of appreciation were nice of course, & there have certainly been times in the years gone by when they have done such for their dearest lydia. but in the here & now on this chilly winters morning, nothing warms their heart more than being close to her.

a sleepy merry christmas is uttered as they awaken, stirring little beneath soft bed covers save for snuggling closer to her. they often awoke to being the big spoon, having always clung onto a pillow or something similar during sleep since childhood. a comfort, perhaps, & lydia certainly comforted their soul like no other.

their freckly face weary with sleep hides itself in the mess of her dark hair, & an arm draped lazily over her waist snakes closer. truly, it seemed impossible not to drift back to sleep ... & they very almost do, until they feel her shift & turn. bleary eyes of greens & browns blink open to meet her own sleepy gaze. the very sight endearing them so. enough for them to rise a little & place a tender kiss upon her lips.

" we have something for you. " shifting into a more upright position, attention briefly turns to bedside table, where they open wooden draw & takes out a finely wrapped gift. the shape & feel of it betraying a framed photo.

"do you recall the first time we took a stroll along the beach nearby?" they ask with a stifled yawn while handing her the gift, "the other day i found a camera i thought I'd misplaced." a grin then blooms that reaches their eyes, excited to see her open it, "it's our first photo together! we all thought it'd be a nice present. a sign of how far we've all come, i guess. we wouldn't be here without you."

something more expensive awaits their love later. but for now, in the presence of their dearest, these little positive moments in life warm their heart the most.

lydia awakens in the warm embrace of her beloved, comforted by the warmth and familiar scent, the weight of their arms wrapped around her smaller frame a welcome comfort in the cold christmas air. not that italy gets particularly cold -- even texas felt a bit cooler, but her memories of her own country are blurry compared to things in recent times.

she'd made quite the home for herself and her loved ones in the past several years, her daughter growing up without the struggles that lydia herself had and her partner giving lydia a sense of security she'd always lacked. it's more than just security, though; diavolo, doppio, solido, and the rest... they'd all become a staple in her life, a consistency and a familiarity that she'd never dreamed of having at a younger age. now, she finds herself unable to imagine life without them all.

sitting upright, her eyes are half-lidded, smiling warmly at them. when given the gift, affection blooms in her heart, and she gladly accepts it. "oh, honey... you're so kind. i can say the same for you. i couldn't be more grateful to have you in my life... all of you."

as she opens the gift, a smile spreads on her face, clearly delighted to receive such a wonderful surprise. their first photo together... tears prick at the corner of lydia's eyes and, before she knows it, she's wrapping her arms around her beloved in a warm, grateful embrace.

"thank you so much... really. i can't wait to find the perfect place to hang this up." a kiss is pressed to their freckle-dotted cheek, head nuzzling into the warmth of their shoulder.

"i've got something for you under the tree, too. when you're ready, i'd love to see you open it." the gift contained an assortment of things - artisanal chocolates and a frog plush for doppio, a rather pricey designer wristwatch for diavolo, a cookbook for solido, some fine jewelry for madre, and an extensive collection of colored pencils and a coloring book for s'. lydia could only hope they'd enjoy what she'd put together!

[steavia]

"hi. i heard you wanted to speak to someone within the organization?" lydia's smile isn't particularly genuine, like a poorly constructed facade for deeply seated apprehension. when someone under her rule reported to her that there was a man from outside of passione who wanted to speak with a higher-up like her, she arranged a meeting at a cafe in naples. it's good that the guy's shown up! that's good news. and it's great that he's willing to show up in public, which is far safer than meeting in some seedy private location. lydia may not be the most street smart, but she at least knows this about dealing with new people.

"my name is lydia. please, have a seat." her voice lowers to something barely above a whisper as she gestures to @crocifissione. "make yourself comfortable, order something if you'd like this to look more natural. does that sound reasonable?"

[steavia]

her expression falls, the sadness she feels for the other etched into her face. "i understand. it must've been... tough for you." lydia can't even imagine the torture that dia has endured, but she can make an honest attempt to help, even if it's in something as small as wrapping her hand around dia's, sitting there quietly.

"i won't give you false promises of safety... but, for what it's worth, this place should at least be better than the last one." wherever that may be, whatever work giovanna's stand must've done to the former boss. she sighs, tilting her head as she looks in their direction, focusing instead on their freckled cheeks instead of their eyes. "now that you're out there, is there anything you'd want to do? anything you missed from your old life? i'd... be willing to accommodate."

was it okay ? a part of dia screams no ; that she isn't safe, that none of this is safe & is all part of some elaborate scheme to coax away her defensive guard. yet, ever so tired emeralds fall to their entwined fingers to see that has already happened. it feels nice. it feels wrong. the overwhelming contradiction of thoughts & emotions is just too much ...

" i- i don't know ... " dia replies, a whimper in the dark heralding tears. falling over freckled cheeks in tiny rivulets. if it wasn't for their entangled hands, how desperately she holds lydia's own ... she'd surely be shaking. maybe she is, she can't tell. a nauseating numbness on the cusp of suffocating is all she feels. her hand, though small, a precious anchor saving her from being swept away ... " every time i- i have let my guard down ... have trusted another ... has been torture ... "

[steavia]

lydia vibrates at an extra level of nervous energy — more so than usual, it seems, which isn't hard to believe when her life had just been threatened over something she hadn't even done. of course, she's not entirely innocent in this whole situation, but that's beyond the point for the time being. she looks at jesse, tall but not quite as imposing as the others; there's something about him that gives off an almost stray dog sort of energy.

"ahah—" it's not quite a laugh. she doesn't know what that was. lydia continues with rapid-fire rambling, "well, excuse me if that was a presumptuous estimation of your character. i just mean to say that you're far more reasonable than any of these other men for going to the lengths to stand up for me." she makes a wild gesture with her hands as she speaks, leaning against the cold, impersonal warehouse wall. "if it weren't for you stepping in, i could be dead in a ditch somewhere! or a barrel, or—well, anyways, that's not the point. you've done me a major favor, jesse. is there anything i can do to thank you? within— within reason, of course."

jesse can’t tell where he stands with lydia rodarte-quayle. can’t puzzle out how to proceed without crossing an unspoken threshold. but he hovers beside her, gaunt and abashed and all too aware of the imprint marring her wine-stem wrist. jesus. why’d they have to use handcuffs?  “  that’s, um, that’s good. yeah. good to hear.  ”  he swallows something acrid. wills away a wince.  “  just jesse’s fine.  ” 

the recollection is seared into his retina.  (  jump-cut to mike rattling off ultimatums, his fury a herculean force. pan over to mister white’s sub-zero glare, the disconcerting glint of his spectacles. angle on jesse playing peacemaker. pulse going haywire with every obstinate hitch in his breath.  )  no more mopping up entrails. no more hydrofluoric acid baths. hooray.  “  s’ nothing. i mean, it wasn't fair, or reasonable, or whatever… for him to up ‘n smoke you like that.  ”  his fingertips tap-tap-tap the wall of the warehouse. come to a screeching halt at her assessment.  “  what?  ”  

[steavia]

[steavia]

can slowly feel myself becoming obsessed with her

[steavia]

(semi) hiatus announcement!

hi! it's me! i have not been posting as much on lydia - the truth of the matter is that, while i absolutely love and adore her & always will, my interest is really diverted to other things right now! i want to do lydia justice whenever i write her on tumblr, which means letting myself write other stuff without guilt!

this is not goodbye! lydia's blog has stood the test of time for over four years. instead of a full on hiatus, this is a semi-hiatus! i'll still pop on here to send and answer things like memes, especially for those who i'm close with and have a lot of stuff established with OOC. i'll also still be writing lydia on discord for anyone who's interested! (especially if we have anything already established like a ship! i am not dropping the ships!)

so, where can you find me?

i am going to be the most active on @scarletcursed, @bizzarrra, and @nursewashing -- so if you aren't in contact with me on discord already, hit me up on one of those blogs! scarletcursed is currently where most of my focus is, with bizzarrra being next to that, with nursewashing being a sideblog i can use anytime without the hassle of chrome profiles and logins.

again, i'm not leaving this blog. never ever could ever dream of abandoning lydia. she is so important to me. but since my interest in RP is at a very high point with other characters, i'll gladly write with anyone over on these other blogs!!! thanks for reading <3

[steavia]

𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎．

[steavia]

lydia quietly hands over a silver giftbag to her fellow mafioso. within it is a small framed painting of the ocean during sunset—an original painting lydia selected at an art show. a small handwritten card rests against it, all covered by a vibrant blue tissue paper.

"happy birthday, bruno. i hope today treats you well," she quietly says, a small smile on her face.

bruno is not a man who necessarily expects gifts to be given to him (whether on his birthday or just in general), and especially not from individuals who he doesn't feel he knows as well as he should -- but he's still glad all the same to receive them.

the gift bag is carefully taken, a mixture of surprise and amusement in his expression as he peeks within, and even still as he turns his attention back to lydia, a thought in the back of his mind pointing out that he might've just made himself look his age. (then again, he can't wholly bring himself to care if it made him look a little silly, a little childish; it's a miracle he's still alive at all! of course he'll take delight in something that serves further proof of that. and if his suspicions are correct, the woman before him would definitely understand.)

"grazie, miss lydia." he begins, his voice a little softer than its usual volume. as terribly curious as he may be (and as shown by how he sets the bag atop a nearby table before retrieving the wrapped package from within), it's still very.. humbling, perhaps, to have people who only desire to give you things, especially when from the kindness of their heart and without some kind of strings or conditions attached.

when the paper is removed, he first catches the card and silently reads over it, then carefully closes it and slips it into a pocket for safekeeping. but then the rest of the painting is revealed, and he holds it before himself to admire it properly, his eyes opening wider to better take in the beauty of it.

it's charming, it's lovely, it's--

"--incredible!"

and that is his honest opinion, for he already knows exactly where he'll put it in his home, somewhere it will be safe but it can constantly be admired as it deserves.

with great care, he returns it to the giftbag for ease of carrying later. in the moment, he can't resist the impulse to reach out and grasp one of her hands with both of his own and giving a gentle squeeze.

"you have an incredible eye for art, miss lydia. thank you, really. it's beautiful."

[steavia]

lydia's eyebrows furrow at the sight of a familiar someone in her closet — that's not where she expected them to be. their phrasing leads to more confusion; she isn't certain who it is that's fronting, and she doesn't always think to ask. right now, it seems like... doppio?

"punish you?" she repeats, head tilted and tone of voice hushed and soft. lydia handles this with discretion and gentleness, to the best of her effort. even without trying, though, it's clear that she cares by her disposition around the other. "now, why would i do something so silly? i'm just glad to hear that you and kiira are getting along so well."

a warm smile shows upon her face. "kiira told me the two of you were playing hide-and-seek. sorry to spoil your hiding spot." she eyes the other curiously. something seems different about their mannerisms, but lydia doesn't want to presume anything.

"is something the matter, honey? i hope you know i wouldn't be bothered by you and kiira playing a game. i trust you, you know..."

this house was a place of peace & safety. a sanctuary opened to them little more than a year ago, which as weeks progressed into months, became a home of their own ... one where there was no need to tread carefully throughout the day, nor hide during the night ... & they could wear all the pretty colourful clothes & makeup they'd like ! that's what s' had been doing aaaall morning with their friend, kiira ; painting each others nails, & the nails of dinosaur figures. giving them funky painted patterns all over, too. toys which now laid scattered about the living room floor as the two of them were now playing a game kiira called hide & seek ...

with kiira counting in the hallway, s' quickly sneaks away with a little giggle to find the perfect hiding spot ... they were good at hiding, although nowadays they found it difficult to squeeze into tight places ( which wasn't fair ! i know ... ) after padding up the stairs & pausing with a pout ( under the bed was too obvious, so was in a closet ) they decide to risk hiding in lydia's room. she wasn't home, & they weren't going to make any mess ... they don't want to think about what would happen if she did find out ( she means no harm, it's okay. )

upon hearing kiira shout out she was on the search, s' quickly slips into the walk-in closet & finds a wardrobe to squeeze into, oblivious to a shirt slipping free, but they manage to close the door from the inside.

seconds turn into minutes before the sound of muffled footsteps is heard, & ... oh, is that lydia's voice ? they thought she wouldn't be back home until later. before there was time to escape from the room, the doors are opened. fingers twist anxiously into purple sweater & amber eyes widen up at lydia, " i- i'm sorry ... me & kiira were playing a game. please don't punish us. " @steavia

[steavia]

YOU THINK THIS IS SOMETHING? YOU THINK THIS IS BAD? THIS … THIS CHICANERY?

lwyrsdghtr. an original character made for the breaking bad / better call saul universe. independent and selective. penned by marie.

promo by koiscarrds.

[steavia]

happy birthday @epitaffia !!! <3 this felt like a perfect opportunity to draw some diadia marriage between our wonderful muses!!!

[steavia]

sorry i know i said id be back soon but sims brainrot has struck again :')) its so great for dressing the muses up all pretty hehe c> anyway dia absolutely Would wear these, especially the first one it fits her so nicely .... but also the second one bc that's what she gets married in to the wonderful perfect lydia (@steavia) of brba fame♡

[steavia]

looks at u with big autistic eyes

"you have the most beautiful autism in your eyes, dear." her voice is soft and gentle. is that really how lydia is flirting, at this point? yes. absolutely. it's been years since she's gotten a proper diagnosis herself, so she feels comfortable enough to make a comment to her dearly beloved. this is, for certain, her very real attempt at what people might refer to as humor and silliness. she can be lighthearted! really!

"is there something i can help you with? you know i'm not immune to those pretty eyes." pretty, autistic eyes...

[steavia]

her expression shifts a bit — for lydia herself, it's a little hard to discern between impressed and perplexed by how someone so young could get into a job like this close to a decade ago. yet she smiles politely regardless, the previous look in her eyes gone as quick as it showed up. showing respect is important in this line of work—dare say, it's vital.

"of course, you may call me that. i suppose it's been about that many years since i myself joined," she replies with a slight tilt of her head. "i joined passione in the early ninenties, after moving from the states. i... worked a job in logistics before then, so it was a natural career to slot into. people will always need things sent from point A to point B, mafiosi included—"

oh, dear. she's rambling about the mundanities of her work. lydia shakes her head, making a little dismissive gesture as if to say, anyways...

"i can respect wanting to have good relations with the people you work with. you seem like you have a good head on your shoulders." a pause, as curiosity gets the better of her. socializing has never been lydia's strongest point, but she does her best to keep things fresh.

"excuse me if this is forward, or... unconventional to ask right off the bat, but are you a stand user as well, mr. bucciarati? it seems that passione has more of us then not, so—" cue a vague little hand gesture. "i'm just curious, that is to say." hopefully, her question won't come off as offensive.

bruno is well aware of at least a handful of the rumours regarding him that float about, as is often the case when someone partakes in the kind of work he does for as long as he has. some have been kind, and some have been.. less-so. (going by the woman's reaction to him, he assumes it has been more of the former and is silently glad for that; to terrorize those who have not wronged him has never been his intent.)

he's actually delighted by the returned handshake as well as her initial response; though it obviously is not her mother tongue, he still finds it to be charming and (relatively) confidently spoken, and that in itself can make a world of difference in his book.

"either-or. my associates tend to shift between whichever feels correct in the moment; you may do so as well, if you wish."

allowing his hand to return to his side then, he briefly raises his eyebrows at being informed of others holding his official position speaking well of him.

"oh?" he asks, unable to entirely hide a vaguely amused smirk for just a moment before he cocks his head just-so to one side. "they're an interesting bunch. much of my focus has been in napoli, admittedly, before.. new management, if you will -- but i do try to keep good relations with those i work alongside."

is that too much? does it come across as some half-hearted attempt at intimidation? it's not his intent, of course, but he'd be a fool to think that everyone takes every action and word from his to be friendly and harmless.

"the same to you, miss lydia -- if i may call you that. and yes, i have been a part of passione for about.. ah, eight or nine years so far, give or take a bit. what about yourself?"

@steavia