#belladoniic

[aetherceuse]

examine:

arrest warrant

Examine || @turnecoat

She fishes the familiar document from one of her filing cabinets. A single thumbprint left in blood, her blood, is visible in the lower right-hand corner of the arrest warrant. It had been issued to her months prior, but was she surprised? Interpol had been growing more and more concerned about what was occurring within Aether's stronghold. And while Lusamine was notoriously good at keeping her record clean, even a perfectionist such as herself was destined to leave behind unintentional clues.

Mohn has been missing since last winter.

When was the last time the Aether President had acknowledged this to the public?

How awful it is for her to pretend to mourn a lover that she had willingly sent to the bottom of the ocean, body falling descending the frigid depths.

John Belladonis had made a dutiful effort to punish the queen with the subzero heart, but all he had come away with, was a lasting scar on Lusamine's abdomen.

It is advisable to keep friends in low places who will clean up the trail left in haste.

The most subtle smirk passes her lips, a chuckle, and she files the document away once more.

She will pretend that her stomach does not hurt as a hand brushes across the bottom of her vest, hovering over the scar.

[catboyeddiediaz]

!! :)

Send me a !! and I'll introduce you to an OC!

Thank you for the ask! Here's a fairly new oc: Sinderion "Cinder" Belladonis

Age: Old as balls (150+) Identity: He/they + undetermined Species: Drow... probably ;) Birthsign: Virgo MBTI: ENTP Occupation: Little shit (trickster) Class Spec: Bard (college of whispers)

Smarmy bastard extraordinaire & my current PC for baldur's gate 3 :) Uses a mix of shadow & fey magic. His bard instrument is a violin and he plays beautifully, but he's definitely a lot more than he lets on. His surname "Belladonis" is derived from Belladonna, meaning nightshade.

He tends to bore people with poetry but he has a naturally wicked charm, and the ability to make an insult sound like a compliment. He's also a huge flirt.

[terrcrized-a]

alias :      lex, lexie, laxie  :’))) 

gender :       demigirl ?? who knows 

astrological sign :       leo

height :       5′3

sexuality :       pansexual but also who knows rn

hogwarts house :        slytherin but also copying who i stole from fuck jkr >:(

favourite animals :       MANATEES. frogs. capybara. cat. 

average hours of sleep :       8-12 hours crazy 

number of blankets :      2 quilts (one if it really hot). on top of the comforter like a psychopath.

where i am from :      ohio ??? ew 

dream trip :       straight up i just wanna go and see queen one time. can be local or ill sell my kidney to go across seas. the end goal. 

when i created this account :      may 2021 but ive been on tumblr since 2012 im old af

followers :      125

other blogs :    both dead af but uhhhh @manyearsaway and lowkey did @belladoniic​ . lowkey miss my lil rockstar and my lil space cowboy :’))

tagged by:   took from @musamulta​

​ tagging:    ALL. ANY. 

[dirtyfilthysunshine]

❛            you   are ,     like     ---------        so  much  taller  in  person   —       ❜            critter  is  pretty  sure  he’s  not  done  growing ,      but   freddie  was  his  height  .          he’s  pretty  dang  over  the  moon  over  that  fact     .           ❛         and  you  smell  good  .       hi .    m’  critter  .       i’ll  be  your  date  to  tonight’s  soiree    ----     i   got  the  good  coke  .          ❜        @belladoniic​

[bllacao]

                                    ↬ @belladoniic​

“  think  of  the  worst  thing  you  can  come  up  with  and  i  promise you,  you  wouldn’t  even  come  close. ”

[doctorharley-md]

dearest @belladoniic​

Harleen burst into the room with the flurry and snap of a closing textbook - the one she’d been scanning on her way here. She collapsed onto the foot of his bed with a heavy sigh.

“I can ace Cognitive Behavioral Therapy like it’s nothin’, but I still can’t figure out how to unsuck a dick. Is it wrong to gaslight a gross boy into thinkin’ it never happened?”

[citialiin]

                    ☆ @belladoniic​ ESTABLISHED FIRST CONTACT.

     ❝ THIS IS -- your voice ? ❞

     THE TIMID little murmur manages to barely etch out from beneath the belting tenor, Mercury’s vocals rippling in a sheer sonic soundwave from the crackling speakers.  Mismatched eyes pry away from the spinning record to stare, wide and wondrous, at the man before him: what a curious way to use voices.  It’s illogical -- impractical, even, given the context that speaking is performed with the intent of clear communication.  The cacophony of noises woven between his words like a tapestry ( not that 683 knows what tapestry is ) makes it difficult to clearly hear his words, and the meandering way he speaks masks the clarity of his intent.  But it’s nice, isn’t it -- for all this seems to serve no purpose, he finds that he enjoys listening to it for the sake of listening and nothing else.

     ❝ HOW ... ❞ HE whispers, a silver gloved finger lifting to come dangerously close to the spinning record, ❝ how did you put your voice into this circle ? ❞    

[evieenpointe]

@belladoniic​ sent ; pretend :o

Well, they wouldn’t just go, now would they? And what else was she to do-- when she was so very, dreadfully bored with mister Tall Dark And Handsome to her left? Chin in hand, only a wilting wrist giving that subtle nod which the poor fellow is desperately accepting as attention. This is terrible. An allowed turn, to go for her drink to the right, only to bump elbows with her most darling FREDDIE as he bats equally polite - yet dreadfully bored - lashes at a someone who is begging for an ounce of sunset glow from The God Himself...

Evangeline is done talking to Prince Charming. Freddie certainly appears to be equally done...

If the stools spun, she’d have done a pirouette. Instead, it’s a bit of a HOP AND CLIMB which brings Evie from her spot to a new, much more envied perch -- Freddie’s lap -- and before worrying over any questions he may have: she settles on a leap of faith, pecking a couple petal-pink-lipped kisses to his jawline. Arms furled about his neck, crown tucked so thoughtfully beneath his chin... HOLD HER, FREDDIE, SHE FEARS FOR THE SPITE IN HER TONGUE! 

“Shouldn’t we be wandering about now, Darling?” Darling, is Freddie. Told by fingertips tucking and twirling their way into the material of his shirt. SOS : SINKING : DON’T LET THIS FOOL TRY TO TAKE HER DOWN! “Please, Darling?”

[citialiindonate]

freddie mercury for @belladoniic ! thank you so much for donating !!

556 $ raised so far !

i’m offering little sketches to raise money for black lives matter groups. please see this link for information !

[newleafbooks]

❝ What happier fortune can one find than with the boy who pleased their mind, to leave their home and friends behind, and sail on the first favouring wind? ❞

A moodboard for @belladoniic.

[aetherceuse]

of fucken course YOU have a fairy type >:1

"Yes, and she has better work ethic than you do, Mr. Belladonis."

Cue the comically large hammer from Clefable.

[canyongirls]

Laurel Canyon, sometime during the the early 70s...

Of course, when you have someone that goes by the name ‘Freddie Mercury’ on the bill for your pocket-sized and rapidly growing journalism project, you have to dress like you have someone that goes by the name ‘Freddie Mercury’ on the bill for your pocket-sized and rapidly growing journalism project. So that’s what Polly did, dressed in a lavender-coloured minidress with ostrich feathers lined around the bell-sleeves and hem of it, even had her younger sister Mary paint her nails a matching shade for her. Polly and her middle sister Barbie went to a show when the band went by the name “Smile” and since hearing about their name change to “Queen” she had plenty of questions. Her groovy little basement pad was decked out with its usual psychedelic memorabilia, though with the 70s veering away from psychedelic rock and more towards a new era of ‘glam’ she’d brought in a bit more glitter. Her paisley print throw pillows swapped out for the kind littered in shiny sequins, her mod-style shoes ditched for a pair of groovy platforms. Regardless of the change of times, she still had her patchouli incense burning strong—a scent commonly used by hippies to mask the marijuana that everyone was still smoking like there was no tomorrow. She’d wondered what drug of choice Freddie might choose, if he’d choose to indulge at all, arranging each drug she could find on the coffee table in the center of the white shag rug. Acid, mushrooms, grass, even cocaine, all housed in colourful jars. If alcohol was his poison of choice, she had a fully stocked bar fridge, and an old Cream record spinning on the player if he felt like swaying along. Everyone liked Cream. Upon hearing his arrival down the stairs, she stood and made towards the doorway draped in colourful beads, a signature pretty, pleasant Polly smile on her face.  “Well—if it isn’t Mister Freddie Mercury!”

@belladoniic

[gcldensnflwr]

                     ↪ @belladoniic​

“  you  will  A  L  W  A  Y  S  be  FOND of  me.  i  represent  to  you  all  of  the  sins  you  never  had  the  courage  to  commit.  ”

[doctorharley-md]

@belladoniic​ sent: [ karaoke ] 😳                                                                                                                    from word prompts

Finals had just ended, and the relief of another semester done drove most college students to bars and parties. As a psychology major, Harleen swore by the benefits of fun and relaxation, particularly where that included drinking and dancing. As such, she was already approximately one and a half sheets to the wind when she waltzed back to their table, shots in hand, and placed one down in front of him. “Freddiiieeee...” She said his name like it was a secret - or like she was about to tell him a secret. Only when she collapsed back into her chair and leaned a little closer to him, she misjudged her volume completely and spoke louder than usual. “I signed us up for karaoke!”

She was practically vibrating with excitement because as always, where Harley lacked talent, she excelled in undiluted enthusiasm. Plus, Freddie’s singing voice was fucking amazing. “We’re gonna do a duet! And we’re up next so think of a song!” Harleen watched him, waiting for his answer and holding her little shot glass up between them like it could only be downed once this all-important decision was settled.

[citialiin]

belladoniic replied to your post: You're not funny.

they take their alien dick seriously ig

im sorry i lied to you about drawing nsfw and tricked you into looking at a picture of ziggy eating doritos. 

[evieenpointe]

!! one liner for @belladoniic​​ ;

“But, now listen, Darling : if YOU ask, they’ll DEFINITELY say yes !!!!!!”