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my muse for bela is at an all time low, due to this i’m putting this blog on a hiatus until further notice and moving bela over to my multi which will be by request only. 

-berry

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cocsasuggestion:

i had to grow up before i was supposed to 

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MAGGIE.

         her hand withdraws from the shelf it had been inching toward out of CURIOSITY, the strange objects catching her eye. ❛ sorry. ❜ a sheepish smile was offered in reply. her arms crossing over her chest, held there loosely to keep her from making the same mistake again. ❛ it’s a BEAUTIFUL apartment. ❜ emerald eyes continued to wander across the room. ❛ how long have you lived here? ❜

                                  ❛ thank you. ❜ there’s a soft patter of PAWS as clive hurries from the bedroom towards the sound of noise, meowing as he nimbly makes his way to the countertop for pets from his ABSENT mother. bela delicately scratches behind the siamese’s ears as she thinks about her current apartment, brows furrowing in slight thought. ❛ two years or so now, i lived in manhattan before but i found that it was too difficult to get in and out of the city quickly. queens is a bit more accessible from the OUTSIDE. are you hungry? i don’t have much food but i can have something delivered, or we could go out. have you seen much of new york? ❜

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Smith & Wesson .38 double action revolver decorated by Tiffany & Co. for the Colombian Exposition of 1893.

On display with the Springfield Museums, Springfield, MA.

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Your pride is going to get you killed.

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PRAYCD.

                  ‘ THINKING ABOUT BUYING, ACTUALLY. ’ 

     THE JOKE IS IN and out of his mouth before he even completes the thought about it, lips  curving to match. you know, at the end of the day … as long as the job is done, and done correctly, then he doesn’t really care about who or why. a niggling feeling in the back of his brain mutters that maybe he should double check her work, just to be sure ––––––– but he won’t do that, either. as far as he’s been able to tell, she’s DECEITFUL … but that isn’t the same as being incapable. she’s THOROUGH. 

     his sigh is rather large, then, the knock-out of responsibility being abdicated from him. he has more important matters at hand to be worried about. he should go retrieve dean and tell him to stand here. he should find them a spot overlooking the sea, like this, just to HOLE UP for a few days, or a week. dean should spend some time looking at the ocean. he’s only got just a little bit of it left, and if they leave now, it’ll all be pissed away on flat roads, barren CORN FIELDS, gray wasteland … 

     he keeps dreaming that the hourglass is breaking, and he’s frantic, trying to scoop up the sand in his hands. wolves howl. 

                   ‘ … if you’re offering a drink and a tour, then yeah. ’

                                                          ❛ i don’t see the harm in that. ❜ 

               mused as she starts towards the building. LOOMING and empty, yet oddly comforting. she knows it’s SAFE in there, she made sure if it herself. white curtains flutter behind windows open just a crack, just enough to let the SEA breeze in. the lock gives to her skills easily - she’s been here before with a paranormal being in the walls so this time she knows where to go. the LIQUOR is near the deck, just where she’d like to be.

                                            (             overlooking the ocean.         )

                      ❛ well, here’s the tour. booze is here, ocean is there, the rest i find is irrelevant. ❜ 

          they both KNOW that she hadn’t been planning to give a real tour, that was far below her pay grade. instead she considers what drink to fix for herself - she won’t be making one for sam. one, because she doesn’t know his POISON of choice and two, she doesn’t care to take the time. she wasn’t his maid or his mother and he was a big boy. he could take care of his own NEEDS.  what she will do, is move a step to the left to allow him some space at the bar to make himself whatever he wanted. 

                                                  ❛ lovely, isn’t it? ❜ 

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                   - THAT IS THE UGLIST EFFING SKIRT I’VE EVER SEEN. 

NAME bela talbot AGE 18 GRADE senior FC emma watson BIO bela isn’t here to make friends, she’s here to get a degree and then disappear without a trace - just as she did leaving england. she’ll tell anyone who asks that her parents are still living in london and they occasionally visit her in her giant house on the rich side of town but she’s lying. a queen bee type, she’s not here for drama, but when it knocks on her door she’s apt to spend some time finding the most brutal way to crush it beneath those designer heels that seem far too expensive for a high schooler. 

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strxnzo.

     ELIZA’S EYES TRAIL FROM THE MESS OF      ( what remains of )  a man to the more feminine form before her; she probably isn’t as shocked or HORRIFIED as she should be. rather, impressed and intrigued.  ( is he dead, or just out cold ? )  finding another girl her age with the same flair for CHAOS as her – whatever the situation – is the tiniest bit more comforting than unnerving. and she feels an immediate connection.

      ❛  honestly … i wasn’t plannin’ on tellin’ ya t’say much of anythin’ t’him.  ❜             her gaze lingers back against his body before she lands once more on the girl, her voice remaining stagnant with genuine curiosity rather an any fear or pity that someone else would dare to wager. she doesn’t have a DEATH WISH just yet, though, so she keeps her space.             ❛  —– are y’alrigh’ – ? he didn’ hurt ya, did he?  ❜

              he’s DEAD. silver knives plunged through his rubs to SLICE away at his internal organs. how dare he even raise a finger towards her, much less his hand. as soon as an open palm had COLLIDED with her cheek - his life was over. she wasn’t that girl anymore, the one who sat IDLY and allowed others to inflict their ill will upon her without consequence. she’d NEVER be that scared little girl again. 

         sharp chin is held high, though there is CONFUSION in her gaze. why was this new arrival not SCARED? perhaps she was one in the same, chewed up and spat out by the world in an attempt to be BROKEN. 

                                         ❛ he didn’t have the chance. why are you here? ❜

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            ❛ just be wary of what you touch in here. ❜      it hadn’t been her IDEA to invite her twin to her brooklyn apartment, but when there was a group of angry hunters who were a bit UNHINGED roaming the countryside and looking for her face, it was BEST to be safe rather than sorry. and yet, with the amount of OCCULT items on the shelves, maggie had better be careful.           ❛ ..... please. ❜

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             ❛ i won’t apologize. ❜      nose scrunches and head cocks, looking over what she’d done. a bit MESSY, yes, but she’d done what she’d set out to do. still in the EARLY STAGES of being on her own, her work wasn’t quite as METICULOUS as those who had been in the business for years, but there was something to be said about her EFFICIENCY and her skill.           ❛ that awful man had it coming. ❜ 

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Lauren Cohan behind the scenes of her photo shoot for GQ Mexico

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❛ how are we feeling today, hmm ? ❜

                             ❛ i’d be much better if you weren’t breathing down my neck. ❜ 

        the newly turned DEMONESS doesn’t try to keep the snark from her voice, eyes flicking RED in irritation. the blade between her fingers is placed down with a clatter, the soul stretched out on the rack makes a PAINED noise of relief or pain, perhaps a mix of both - but she ignores it. BLOOD drips from her fingertips and she resists the urge to flick it in alastair’s face like a BRATTY CHILD. instead she wipes them on a rag, tossing it to the floor while taking a few steps towards him. she can’t wait to be out of this place, to start handing out deals instead of being stuck in a brimstone PRISON.

                                                          ❛ what do you want? ❜ 

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        bela muse is so low but fighting to wake up, pls send some asks! character development or just anything random or a meme!! 

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