#devil queen

[paganghoul]

[corecoremagazine]

casual beach day : ̗̀ ♡ˎˊ:

[ellipsiseffervescent]

Homura:

Tries to warn the group about Kyubey in early timelimes

Jumps off a bridge to chase Sayakas soul gem without a second thought

Warns Mami not to fight Charlotte, that this isn't a typical fight

Despite her confusion of the dream world she's in, she refused to hit Mami anywhere vital as they fight over a witch

Says this:

Meanwhile Smooth brain takes on Tumblr dot com:

Homura is the antagonist. She doesn't care about anyone but madoka. She will use anyone for Madoka. She hates the girls. She's not friends with them.

[caroldanversenthusiast]

Anne Hathaway dressing like Andy from The Devil Wears Prada and sitting next to Anna Wintour for NYFW 2022 is so cunt

[loo-nuh-tik]

What he said:

What I heard:

[behindthescreamz]

megan fox as jennifer check in a promotional photoshoot for “jennifer’s body” (2009)

[notllorstel]

They were playing around and now waiting for the hair untangle experts (satin&chenille)

[marvelousmerylstreep]

everyone say thank you to meryl streep for providing a mamma mia and devil wears prada reunion at the same event 🙏🏻

[allegras-sunflower]

Some book!Devil's Minion to break your hearts this fine Thursday

[you-get-me-closer-to-god]

Armand, The Devil’s Minion:

[stanperformanceunit]

My problem is that I hyperfixate on dramas I really like but then when I finish them I feel empty inside until I find a new to drama to hyperfixate on...

[quasarden]

Went back to an old WIP and finally finished it.

Since I missed the DMC5 release anniversary, why not “Nero gets his arm ripped off day.”

[corecoremagazine]

Sorry?

[nightcolorz]

we don’t give devils minion era Daniel enough credit bcus imagine ur boyfriend (who can kill you) has the emotional volatility of an ultra mentally ill teenager and u fight constantly and not only is this bitch prone to tantrum style throwing and breaking things when he’s angry, he can also *read your mind* and 100% is going to call u out and break down cry and scream etc over something you DIDN’T EVEN SAY OUT LOUD 😭😭 like omfg Daniel can have the most restraint in the world during an argument and his uncontrollable stream of consciousness is still going to get him in deep shit, it’s a miracle he fared as well as he did actually

[janjan-the-ninth]

The last thing you see moments before you are whisked away to fae court

[heartfullofleeches]

Omg I just want Spider Queen Yan to see Darling talking to like a maid or servant and just descend from the ceiling and snatch us up

Can I be 🪻anon pretty please

Yan Spider Queen + Royal Darling

"Your belladonnas are in full bloom, your highness."

What perfect timing. Since your marriage to the formerly disgraced queen, you haven't had any time to tend to your garden yourself. Once upon a time, it had been a safe haven from all your troubles. The expectations thrust upon you by loved ones, the mockery of those in your kingdom who knew you'd never live up to kings and queens of past lives had not weight on you within those four walls. As your bond with her grew, it wasn't long before that same security could be found in your bride's arms.

The duty of caring for your garden was placed into the hands of your most trusted staff as you spent all your hours with her. Though there should be no secret between you, you were rather embarrassed of the state of your garden and had faith your servants would care for your dear plants till you had the heart to weed out the imperfections.

The maid offers the flowers to you in a clear, glass vase - a pair of gloves rested next to the piece on its tray. Amaryllis belladonna, a gorgeous specimen, yet its toxins can be absorbed by touch alone. Your family forbid such dangerous flowers in the past, but there was no one left to stop you now.

Creak-

"...Did you hear that?"

Equipping your gloves, a small groan rasps from the walls of your castle. Could possibly be the floor setting - but even that didn’t seem to be the cause. You look to your left, then your right - returning your gaze to the equally as puzzled maid who politely shakes her head.

"I didn't hear a thing."

"Hm.... Ah, well-" Adjusting your gloves, you pluck a single lily from the vase - bending foward to catch it as it slides from your fingertips. The vibrant pink is a stark contrast to the blacks of your gloves. If only you could witness their beauty in its truest form. In a way, this flower reminded you a lot of her. Your wife couldn't be touched most circumstances, but with the right tools-

Wait a second-

Have you....always been this much taller than this maid? She was on the shorter side than other's amongst your staff, but now it appeared that though you're an entire head taller - and growing. It's at this same moment the weightlessness beneath your feet becomes apparent. The ends of your shoes scrape the floorboards briefly before you're suddenly pulled back through the air like a puppet on its strings. The maid's eyes bulge in horror as numerous, shadowy limbs descend from the high ceiling - sharp claws snipping the strings tied to the back of your clothing as you fall into your beloved arms.

"Oh... It's you. For a moment there I thought I had gone through a rather late growth spurt."

As happy as you are to see her, the pleasantries don't seem to be as mutual for your wife. Posion oozes from her fangs, all eyes turned on the little pest who dared step towards what was her without her permission. A frightened yelp sounds from the girl as the carpet at her feet sizzles from the downpour of venom dripping from your wife's jaws. She looked about ready to rip the poor thing limb from limb. That won't do-

"And....perfect!"

Strains of stray hair fall into the queen's face as you tuck the lily behind her ear. Considering she is no longer human, you doubt it'd have any effects on her. The softness in her two sideview eyes settles to over remainder of her once sharp, vicious gaze.

"My Belladonna.... You have to do better about this temper of yours...."

Belladonna...? That is not her name. She hasn't had one in....centuries. A tear stains her cheek, brushed away by your gentle touch.

"I'm sorry, it's just now that I've realized I have nothing to call you by. Is that okay - or would you prefer... Amaryllis?"

"Either....Either is alright as long as it's from you."

Hurried footsteps trail away from the scene as your overprotective wife embraces you - making sure to rid the posion from her lips as she kiss you as if it were her last.