#[ where velvet is now

[moralcandy]

fifteen things that don't come back, by charlie slimecicle:

number one. the paper airplane you and your daughter throw at your husband while his back is turned in the kitchen, the two of you hiding behind the counter as you snicker quietly when he stops humming and yelps a curse as he turns around with a faux angry expression and a poorly-hidden smile.

number two. the glass your daughter broke trying to grab it from the cabinet on her tippy-toes. you didn't look over until you heard the glass shatter against the kitchen floor, too preoccupied with grabbing the jug of cold orange juice from the fridge to notice until it was too late. golden, afternoon sunlight shone warmly on the both of you from the open window as you swept it up while she stood to the side with a sheepish expression.

number three. your husband's soft shirt he let you borrow when you said you couldn't find your own but really you just quickly shoved yours under the bed when he wasn't looking. you absently noted that it smelled like him. your lips curved into a slight smile without input. your foot shoved your shirt under the bed a little bit farther.

number four. the pictures you took of your daughter and niece, hugging eachother as they posed for the camera, the photo incinerated into ash when you blew up your house. you frantically dug through your daughter's chest afterwards, soot covering your hands as you searched for the photograph. you did not find it.

number five. your niece.

number six. the feeling of a cold glass of wine held tipsily in your hand, the waterdrop of condensation slipping down the glass at the same pace your tears did down your cheeks. you downed the alcohol until there was nothing left except a burning feeling and a lump in your throat. the bartender did not give you another drink.

number seven. your friend, the one who used to laugh hysterically with you as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders before he began to scream at you while he wrapped his hands around your neck. he pushed you into the dirt, the metallic taste of blood in your mouth and the feeling of wet dirt on your skin as you absently question whether the water dripping on your face was the rain or the tears slipping down your friend's face. you know that was the funeral of your children, but you think both of the real 'you's died that day, too.

number eight. the warm, rumbling feeling of laughter in your chest as a smile hurts your cheeks, the sensation long gone. your mouth, for a moment, twitches into a small smile at the memory of the feeling.

number nine. the feeling of hands on your own, your husband's warm hands intertwined with yours as your cold, golden rings clink against eachother. your daughter's tiny hand clasped around yours as she leads you to a butterfly she found, grass brushing your ankles as you walk.

ten. the sound of your daughter's amused laughter, snorts interrupting occasionally. her head leans back as she giggles, her eyes scrunched up in happiness.

eleven. the sound of your husband's soothing voice, lilting with fondness as he looks at you. a smile absently crosses his face as he speaks, audible in his voice. you always remember smiling back.

twelve. your golden wedding band your husband lovingly slipped onto your ring finger so long ago, the one you furiously tossed into a dusty corner with particularily bad aim. you blame the poor aim on the tears blurring your vision, but it could've been the alcohol, really.

thirteen. your husband. you try to go to sleep in the center of your bed now, knowing that he won't be there. when you wake up, you always find yourself on the left side of the bed, as if you've moved in your sleep to accommodate someone. you scowl and think that your asleep self should stop being so stupid. ..you make the bed just in case he really does decide to come back.

fourteen. your daughter. whenever you make yourself breakfast now, you keep accidentally making two bowls, the muscle memory automatic, familiar, and no longer needed. you sit down at the table and set the bowls and begin to eat, but you always end up just stirring the cereal with your spoon as you stare at the untouched bowl across from you. you always end up throwing them both away. without your input, a frown tugs slightly at your lips as your pour out the second bowl but you know that nobody else was even here to eat it anyway. your eyes burn.

fifteen. your daughter, the one you know isn't the real one. sometimes you walk down those train tracks where you found her, hoping she'll be here this time. she never is. ..you still keep checking, just in case.

[jaggedjot]

Unfortunately, seeing Louis de Pointe du Lac and instantly being prepared to commit countless atrocities if it means you can stay by his side does continue to be one of the most sympathetic motivations a character can have.

[micahdotgov]

hot. who said that

[funeralshawls]

i still miss when juneteenth was just between black americans ho hummmmm

[pinkvaquita]

Sooo, hc of the day:

Yk that little scene with B.A.D.4 that happened in that musical video of the musical festival update? (i forgot the name of the update, but yk what I mean)

Yeah, that happened without permision of neither Pomegranate or Dark Enchantress.

Brute decided that he wanted to go to the festival, Licorice sticked to the plan, and with him Mushroom.

And then they thought: "Hey what if we call Red Velvet? So we can appear as B.A.D.4"

It took them a lot of courage to contact him (I hc they are afraid/jealous/confused of Red Velvet, but that is for another post). But the second Red Velvet knew, he was already running out of the tower with nothing except the costume and his cakehounds.

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Also, Affogato wasn't with them. He also sneak out but alone, and the encounter in the festival was SOOOO awkard.

[buneeto]

they lost the game and will make it everyone's problem

day 3 : velvet room

credits:

goro: xelandis, lumialle, ATLUS

akira: x2noodle, lumialle, ATLUS

stage: julehyrule, xelandis, ATLUS

ray-mmd 1.5.2 (rui), fire butterflies (chestnutscoop), ikdiffusion (ikeno)

[crest-of-gautier]

oh that's a lot of gigabytes.

[emily-mooon]

Cause Everybody Knows, He’s A Femme Fatale.

[stormofdefiance]

Silent mode - activated

[belle--ofthebrawl]

A few days late but I've only just gathered the emotional strength to go through my concert goodies. Bracelets, a sticker and one banana.

[hekateinhell]

Lestat describing the space Armand created for himself at the château in Auvergne makes me so emotional:

Armand was in his own apartment in the Château, a string of rooms he’d designed and furnished on his own—with heavy Renaissance Revival chests and tables, and drapery and carpeting of dark red velvet. The walls held high-gloss paintings from the time in which he’d been born—of haloed saints and veiled Virgins, and magnificent Russian icons that twinkled in the dim light.

Armand's home within Lestat's, icons and all. 🤧

[mummer]

just remembered sam loved music and singing and making his own songs just as much as he loves to read like he literally couldve been a SINGER im literally going to jump off a cliff rn im despondent im outraged

[sheliesshattered]

my 7 yards of silk-rayon burgundy velvet has been handwashed, dried, and properly hung up so it won't get creased before I get around to cutting out my pattern pieces

[weaponizedmoth]

I usually leave my DMs open universally for comm requests, but that horse is dead and I'm putting dms on just for people I follow again <3

[itsjustdotsandcrosses]

Archmage Vishalny, Arcane Diplomat and Master of Enchantment (DND NPC)

#2, a secondary main stim board (vampire/dark themes hidden)

With themes of twirling skirts and corsets, boots and umbrellas, black hair/braids, and calligraphy/ magical text. A board of things she pushes forward in her reputation of her aesthetic. Knowledgeable, put together, fashionable, a certain type of glamorous studiousness.

xxx.xxx.xxx

[confinesofmy]

brooo i went to my local thrift store that's closing and i was kind of in a rush so i grabbed a couple pairs of pants based on 10 second once-overs and they both fit perfectly!!! what are the chances!