#* 🩸 / embracing agony .

[sennamybeloved]

i dont remember her personality in kda being THIS...bitchy. and i mean that in the best way possible. im floored. im crumpling at her feet like she is a god. i am worshipping theground she walks on.

[mikimyslee]

Ambien angel wings are going to pry themselves out of my skinny fragile spine, thus mutilating an already mutilated angel. How much more damage can an angel take? Is it a test against god? No, it’s a test against pain. Beautiful crimson, violent violet agony. It’s Ecstacy, it’s invigorating despair. Would you dance with me in my silk white webs, beaded with lovely pearls? Would you take my shaking hands adorned with silver rings and black fingernail paint? Would it be a quick, deadly silent affair? Not a breath exchanged between you two under the rain. Just eye contact like looking into the soul of two long lost gods. They don’t care about the planet crashing down around them, only themselves as they stand frozen before eachother. Wrists bleed warm love and they mingle and embrace. Let’s all embrace in perfume blood mixed fuzzy rain. I want to stare in the murky puddles and reach in with pale slender fingers to pull out a muddy seashell for you and me. 🪽🌊🩸

[artbynestor]

🩸 "It Is Finished" 🩸

In this hand-drawn dark art piece, I depict the crucifixion of Christ as a symbol of timeless suffering and redemption. His body, worn and exhausted, bears the weight of humanity's collective pain, as blood drips from his wounds. The barren desert surrounding him contrasts with a distant modern city, highlighting how the agony of existence transcends time and place.

This drawing is a reminder that while the world changes, the core of human struggle remains eternal, mirrored in our personal battles. It invites the viewer to reflect on the shared suffering that defines us, and how redemption can only be found by confronting our darkest moments.

What does this piece stir within you?

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[liithqe]

GORETOBER 🩸

Day 4: gut spill 💕🎀

SETTING:

-A secluded forest clearing, dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting patterns on the forest floor. The air is thick with the scent of earth and blooming wildflowers.

PLOT:

- two characters, Aeliana and Kael, who share a forbidden love, hidden from their respective clans that are embroiled in a bitter feud. They meet in secret, amidst the beauty of nature, where they pour out their hearts and open up to eachother.

NOTES:

Before this chapter, Aelianas clan had used a spear to try and eliminate Kael because he’s in a seperate clan than her. (IDK IF THAT MAKES SENSE SORRY)

ROMEO AND JULIET CODED (Forbidden love trope)

I tried to make it poetic and romanticized so idk 😭🙏

This took me 3 hours 💞

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

Gore, a little depressing, death.

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🩸emotional gut spill

As the sun dipped low, casting golden hues through the leaves, Aeliana cradled Kael's head in her lap, the warmth of his blood seeping into the earth beneath them. The forest, once a sanctuary, now felt like a tomb, the beauty around them a cruel mockery of their shattered dreams.

"Stay with me," she whispered, her voice trembling. Each word was laced with desperation, a plea against the inevitable. Kael's breath came in shallow gasps, his eyes shimmering with a blend of pain and love.

“I wish… I wish we had more time,” he rasped, a faint smile breaking through the agony. “A lifetime to explore every inch of this world together.”

Aeliana's heart clenched. “We could have conquered the stars, Kael. Why did it have to be this way?” Tears streamed down her cheeks, mingling with the blood that stained her hands. She could feel the life draining from him, each heartbeat echoing a countdown.

“I’d rather this—” he gestured weakly to the clearing, “—than a thousand days apart.” His voice was barely a whisper, yet it rang with an intensity that enveloped her like the forest’s embrace.

“What if I can’t remember you?” she cried, the weight of sorrow pressing down like the forest canopy above them. “What if I lose you to the shadows?”

Kael’s fingers brushed her cheek, warm against the chill of her fear. “You won’t. Love transcends even death. It carves a space in the soul that nothing can erase.” His gaze was steady, grounding her in that moment, even as darkness threatened to pull him away.

“I hate them for this,” she confessed, rage bubbling up alongside her grief. “I hate this war, this endless cycle of pain that stole you from me.”

“And yet, here we are,” he murmured, “two souls intertwined in defiance of it all. In this breath, we are free.” His eyes glimmered with a fierce light, the remnants of their stolen moments flickering like fireflies in the dusk.

“I can’t let you go,” she said, leaning closer, her forehead resting against his. “Not like this. I need you to fight.”

A weak chuckle escaped him, bittersweet. “I’ve fought all my life, Aeliana. Now, I find my peace in you.” His fingers tightened around hers, a fragile connection binding them amidst the chaos.

The world around them faded; only the sound of their intertwined hearts remained. With each breath, Kael’s warmth began to fade, yet his spirit clung to her, refusing to surrender. “Remember me as I was, not as I am,” he breathed, the fire in his voice dimming.

“I will weave your memory into every corner of my heart,” she vowed, her voice steady now, fierce in its determination. “You are my forever, Kael.”

As the last glimmers of daylight surrendered to night, Aeliana pressed her lips to his, a desperate attempt to seal their love in that fleeting moment. She could feel his heartbeat slow, the rhythm of their love slipping away like the sun behind the horizon.

And in that silence, amidst the blood pouring and the whispers of the wind, Aeliana realized that love, even when stained with loss, would always bloom eternal in the garden of their shared memories.

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🩸 Closing Scene

As the last light of day faded into twilight, Aeliana held Kael’s lifeless form close, the weight of his absence crushing her. The forest, once vibrant with their laughter and stolen kisses, now stood silent, shrouded in a heavy stillness. She closed her eyes, letting the tears flow freely, the salty warmth mixing with the coolness of the earth beneath her.

“I’ll carry you with me,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Every breath, every heartbeat will echo your name.” The shadows deepened around them, and she felt a profound emptiness settle in her chest.

With trembling hands, she brushed the hair from his forehead, tracing the lines of his face as if committing every detail to memory. “You were my light, my rebellion against the darkness. I will not let this be the end.”

As night enveloped the clearing, stars began to pierce the sky, twinkling like distant promises. Aeliana looked up, her heart aching with the weight of their dreams now unfulfilled. “You will be my guiding star, Kael. In every moment of despair, I will look to you.”

She stood slowly, feeling the loss of his warmth, the emptiness of the space he once occupied. The forest felt alive around her, the whisper of the wind through the trees a haunting melody of their love. Aeliana turned, taking one last look at the place where they had shared everything—their laughter, their secrets, their dreams.

With a heavy heart, she began to walk away, the path ahead dimly lit by the silver light of the moon. Each step felt like a promise, a vow that she would honor their love, that she would carry his memory like a flame against the encroaching night.

As she left the clearing, the world began to shift in her mind. Pain would always be part of her journey, but so would the beauty of what they had shared. She would write their story, inscribing their love into the fabric of time, a testament to a bond that even death could not sever.

In the distance, a single firefly danced in the night, flickering with a brightness that seemed to echo Kael’s spirit. Aeliana smiled through her tears, feeling a warmth spread within her. He was with her, always. And with that thought, she stepped into the future, carrying his love like a light in the darkness.

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🩸End note

In the end, love’s resonance transcends time and tragedy, weaving a tapestry of memories that defy the shadows. Aeliana’s journey becomes a testament to the enduring power of connection, a reminder that even amidst loss, the essence of those we love remains alive within us. Their story, marked by both beauty and heartache, transforms into a legacy, illuminating the path forward—a flicker of hope against the backdrop of despair.

Through pain, Aeliana discovers that love can flourish even in the harshest of circumstances, and that each moment shared is a treasure to be cherished. Their bond, like a star in the night sky, will continue to guide her, reminding her that while life may be fleeting, true love is eternal.

TY FOR READING I APPRECIATE IT 💕🎀

[sennamybeloved]

hattersarts: K/DA commission for @VanRyser on twitter >:3

K/DA commission for @VanRyser on twitter >:3

[sennamybeloved]

i love evelynn so much i think im gonna start rocking back and forth and pulling out my hair

[sennamybeloved]

EVELYNN AND I’S 4 YEARS IS TOMORROW 👹👹👹

[sennamybeloved]

jane has joined my collection of goth girl f/os, alongside senna (causal goth), leblanc (trad goth), elise (romantic goth), morgana (mopey goth), evelynn (fetish goth), and diana (nu goth) ,,honorable mention to sylvanas she's emo

[sennamybeloved]

xuune: smug and cunning do not repost, reblog only

smug and cunning

do not repost, reblog only

[sennamybeloved]

hi ! idunno if i'm late but happy 4 year anniversary to you + eve , yay !! ♡ 

i'm so late to this, but thank you so much!!! <3

[sennamybeloved]

the first romantic moment between evelynn and i, for this ask game.

content warnings: mentions of death, minor wound descriptions, evelynn being herself.

[ this is no longer canon to our lore, but it's still really cute. ]

The blood around Seren’s stitches has long since gone dry. A thick, magically-enhanced thread seals once fatal cuts, fostering healing where there will likely never be any.

The claw marks on her arms were bandaged instead of stitched. The bandages have bled through several times over, and Seren now runs her thumbs over them, feeling the sting of wounds beneath. It was nothing like how it felt when she was alive.

Alive. She’s dead now, which she’s struggling to understand; how can she be dead when she still feels so alive? She feels different. Changed. Dark, even. But not dead.

How can she be dead?

She remembers dying, that much is true. It came easier than she'd expected. Emotionally, anyway. The pain she'd experienced in the moments—hours?—leading up to her death had been beyond compare.

She'd wasted away beneath Evelynn's claws. Evelynn, the widowmaker, the agony's embrace, the infamous demoness.

But it is also Evelynn who'd worked tirelessly to resurrected her. How curious.

Speaking of Evelynn, where is that demoness? Seren has been sitting in this room—her room, she supposes—for hours, awaiting her return from god-knows-where.

(Don’t leave this room, she’d told Seren weeks ago, after her initial return from death. You’ll pull your stitches.)

But it’s been hours now, and she’s quite bored. She’s bored in general, really. The only thing she’s seen for weeks is this damned room. It was once a beautiful gothic bed chamber, she’s sure, but it is now a makeshift infirmary, covered in bloody bandages and assorted tools.

Taking a small walk wouldn’t hurt, right? Yes, she’s right, it wouldn’t. Why is she even listening to Evelynn, anyway? Why is she still here?

She doesn’t have the energy to dwell on that question, and honestly, she doesn’t think she ever will. Instead, she hoists herself out of bed. When her paws meet cold, wooden floor, she realizes that the pain she’s feeling is now a low thrum instead of the aching, stinging, or burning she felt in life. Pain, like everything, is different now.

She is unsteady on her feet as she walks toward the door. She half-expects it to be locked, but it swings open with with a creak that echoes throughout the old, empty house. Her furred ears twitch in response to the sound. After minimal hesitation, she slips from the room and presses forward.

The manor smells of nightshade, musk, and iron. It once belonged to a wealthy Demacian family, as did all of this land, but it is now an overgrown relic tucked away in the forests of Valoran. Seren can only imagine how Evelynn obtained this place. She probably murdered the family. Probably flayed the husband, and made his wife and kids watch.

Seren does not flinch at the intrusive image, nor does it make her any more afraid of the demoness. She isn’t really afraid of Evelynn anymore, she realizes. She never really was, save for the final moments she spent in her grasp.

Seren continues to walk. Moonlight pours in through open windows. She clings to it, for the shadows in blackened corners seem quite alive.

Alive in a spirit way, that is. She, too, feels alive in a spirit away.

Alive in a dead way. So very strange.

As she turns onto another long, moonlit hallway, she sees a figure approaching from the other end. It’s Evelynn, as signified by the pinkish glow to her hair, claws, and lashers. She, too, halts when she sees another person approaching her.

They’re both silent, for a moment, until the demoness speaks: “I told you to stay in bed.”

“I got bored,” Seren simply puts. “Besides, I feel fine. I think the stitches will hold.”

They’re close enough for Seren to notice the shift in Evelynn’s expression. She becomes noticeably uncomfortable, and Seren suddenly feels great regret for going against her wishes.

“I apologize for any disturbance this may of caused you, but if you want, I can—”

“No. It’s alright.” Evelynn snaps back, harsh and short. Seren’s she’s flatten to either side of her head, her tail twitching nervously. She’s never heard the demoness sound so… angry.

With that, Evelynn turns on her heal and begins to walk away, her lashers waggling behind her, enticing like the glow of an angler fish.

A switch flips in Seren. For some reason, she feels compelled to chase her.

“Wait, Evelynn!” She calls, jogging after her.

“No,” she snaps back, an otherworldly growl lacing her voice, and Seren should turn back, but she finds that this new life has hindered her ability to feel fear, too.

“Please, just listen.” Seren pleads. She’s caught up to the demoness by now, but she hasn’t stopped to acknowledge her. “Stop running from me for a few moments. I just want to ask you some questions. Ever since you brought me back, I’ve—”

That seems to be the trigger, because Evelynn quickly spins around, yellow eyes sharp and fangs bared in a snarl. “Why are you still here?”

Alarmed, Seren stumbles back, holding her palms up placatingly as she stares at the demoness. Her face is filled with raw emotion, unlike anything Seren has ever seen her express.

Seren’s lips move, her jaw working, but whatever she’s trying to say dies in her throat. She blinks once, twice. The question she asked her. Had she heard it right? It is so… odd.

“Because you told me too,” Seren answers. It sounds more confident than either of them had expected it to.

“And why are you listening to me?” Evelynn growls. “I murdered you. Don’t you remember?”

For a moment, Seren is silent. “Of course I remember, Evelynn. I—”

“Then why aren’t you afraid of me?”

Evelynn’s voice cracks on the final syllable, and Seren is suddenly thrust back into her reality. She was alive, and now she’s dead, murdered by a demon she was fooling around with. But she found new life through the occult, and that demon is still here. Still captivating, still entrancing, still beautiful. Oh, so beautiful.

Her expression shifts from shocked to content relatively quickly, and Evelynn reacts accordingly, appearing alarmed.

“I…” Seren tries. She wants to say a lot of things, but she can’t get any of them out of her mouth. “I don’t know.”

Evelynn’s breath catches in her throat, her dark eyes widening.

“But I’m most definitely not afraid of you.” Seren confirms, her face hardening, hands clenching into fists. “Not disgusted by you, not angry at you, not anything. I just…”

She studies Evelynn’s face, awed by the wide range of expression she now displays, when she’s only ever seen her stone-faced or smiling deviously. The expression she’s wearing now—however you’d describe it—is a good look on her. It’s almost… gentle.

And at that, Seren comes to terms with what she’s been trying to say. “I just want to be here with you, Evelynn.”

Alarm fades to a profound sadness, and for a second, Seren thinks that the demoness may cry, but it fades as quickly as it comes. Seren stops being able to read her face, after that.

“That’s… foolish,” she says after a long pause. “You know that, right?”

Seren manages a sheepish smile. “I guess.”

Evelynn mimics her smile involuntarily, then scoffs and shakes her head at her own foolishness. “Go back to bed.”

“I don’t want to,” Seren is quick to protest. Evelynn studies her for a moment, before sighing and rolling her eyes.

“Fine, but don’t tear your stitches.” Evelynn reiterates. Then, she begins to turn to walk away, but in another moment of confusing impulse, Seren reaches forward and captures her wrist.

“I want to go with you,” she blurts out.

Evelynn stares, shocked, before answering awkwardly, “I’m… not really doing anything, hon.”

“I don’t care,” Seren shrugs one shoulder.

Evelynn hesitates for another long moment before, once again, deciding not to argue it.

“Then do as you wish.”

The demoness tugs her wrist free from the undead vastaya’s grasp, before starting down the long hallway. This time, Seren follows her at a comfortable pace, eyes occasionally darting over to admire the way her features look when bathed in moonlight.

[sennamybeloved]

if it isnt obvious, the evelynn feels are hitting tonight

[sennamybeloved]

usually people say that evelynn can't love because shes a sadistic murder demon which...touché. but citing the "humans have too many emotions. what am i supposed to do with empathy?" line as a reason that she cannot love is so lame boooo

[sennamybeloved]

people citing evelynn's inability to feel empathy as her not being able to love :/ i usually don't go on about "problematic" takes in fandom, but that's always upset me so much. empathy does not determine someone's capacity for love. empathy is not compassion.k

[sennamybeloved]

OKAY YEAH LAST MINUTE but i guess i’m doin some f/ovember stuff b4 november ends. here is who’s open for question! :)

💚 — senna

🖤 — lucian

🐾 — harriet

🥀 — dutch (unfortunately 🙄)

⛓️ — morgana

🍅 — neeko

👑 — qiyana (true damage verse)

⭐️ — mel medarda

❄️ — anivia

🏹 — lamb (kindred)

🦊 — ahri

🩸 — evelynn

💡— marlene

i just reblogged some questions and i’ll prolly reblog more, but you guys can ask whatever you want :)

[sennamybeloved]

im really feelnig for evelynn tonight