#ichorlet

[sortilegum]

@ichorlet cont. from here

It had always seemed almost beneath the witch. The act of depriving another of air. That was saved for special circumstances and impulses. Choking, and all similar crude matters of asphyxiation, such methods rarely provided the same haste as a blade. The sight of scarlet against broken flesh. The truth was Q had always preferred seeing the blood. Although in its own way Q could admit there was a certain exhilaration to the thought of watching another squirm under their grasp. It sent a shiver up their spine.

In the quietness of tension the witch drew in a breath. Their eyes studying the parlour of their own ageing hands against the cool paleness of the pretty creature beneath their tightening fingers. How beautiful. It seemed entirely a blur how they ended up in this position of conflict again. An action? A misplaced word or two to send the witch barreling the auburn man into the wall? It was a rarity for Q to act so impulsively. Without forethought. However the youthful vampire seemed to have a talent in drawing out fragments from a past they had left behind. But if that was the game they wished to play, Q could only be too willing to provide what they deserved. Q wanted him to suffer. They wanted to see him beg however it was the sudden sensation of Armand's hands that caught them off guard. 

A grasp around their grasp not to pry, but to tighten the grip? Their sharp heterochromatic gaze through ebony curls snapped up hoping to find those blackened pits gazing into their own, although they only found the man’s eyes close. Was he finding this pleasant? The thought of that couldn’t help but make Q laugh. It frustrated them greatly. The insolence of this child. They would not let them have the advantage of seeing them falter. So yes, they would accept this aid.

A quick placed boot found itself stamped beside Armand's hip using the leg as leverage to deepen the hold forcing whatever little weight they had down upon his throat, even if it inevitably come at their own body's expense.  

“Having fun, little mink?”

[woednesdayaddams]

armands valentine's gift to wednesday is a plane ticket to paris & a super strength flashlight. except the plane ticket is first class and it's on his private jet. catacombs, baybeeeeee.

this is why wednesday freaking addams thinks every day is about herself. instead of watching her parents giving each other the spooks on valentines, she gets this. this is her villain origin story. and probably this is the beginning on how she treats others on v-day.

sparing with bones in the catacombs, seeing armands throne of bones, these two scaring those that wandered for rave parties in the catacombs... i need that. they deserve a vacation. though wednesday might be a lil bit pouty until she gets an actual human heart from one of the humans. that is a symbol for valentine's day, right? right???

ps: wednesday was prepared for months. the tiny shadow is coming armand's way as we're speaking,

[woednesdayaddams]

in the nick of time she returned to her beloved family friend vampire, dragging a knocked out bodyguard and a lacerated leg whose master hadn’t yet claimed it. she pushes the door open with her foot, taking just a couple steps inside before throwing the acquisitions on the floor. “armand, i’m back.” she vociferated, tone of her voice loud and clear. “there you are. i bear both good and bad news. the bad news is that i got caught by the security. the good part is not only you have all the materials you asked for, but you also have a spare leg.”

❝ human heart. one set of lungs and a pair of feet. ❞

❝ preferably from the same body, but we can pick n' mix. ❞

[intrepidsz]

head canon + adrian's idea of sin

headcanon +word/phrase / accepting !!

more coherent this time !! tips hat . also cw. religion, physical abuse, discussions of biblical sin, violence.

as an ex bishop excommunicated from the church, adrian's view of sin has since diverged from when he was younger. he'd been a "wicked, wicked, man" before finding god (a childhood featuring neglectful parents, leather belt punishments, and petty crime that slowly escalated into violence of his own) and although he claims himself new because of it, his younger years play a role in his eventual separation from the institution. unlike his fellow believers, adrian does not view the bible as fact (the fact that its scripted by humanity gives him doubt) and thus sins of olde -- including the rejection of gender variance and differing sexual orientation -- does not strike him as sin. at its core, sin is in harm, whether towards others or towards oneself. and unlike the preachers and pastors that spoke from their pulpits, adrian's history of violence (and frankly anger) led him to deliver judgement with his own hands. (some of the sins he seeks punishment for are: murder in any form - including the drinking of blood or biting for transformation, violence - mostly physical, and liars/cheats/scammers - ranging from adulterers to corporate leaders that steal from the poor.) adrian's claimed awareness of his own actions, and apparently reconciled with the fact that he's sacrificed his seat in heaven for the sake of duty. that being said, he's given himself a self-importance because of it - carrying himself like a holy man even with the claim that he isn't.

[zealctry]

@ichorlet suggested the theme of Jashinism / Devotion, and I went a little insane with it.

[ingolds-archived]

CHARACTER OUTLINE.

FLAWS.

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | overthinker | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive | perfectionist | pessimistic | naive

STRENGTHS.

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny

SKILLS & HOBBIES.

art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | belly dancing | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | fishing | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leather-working | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting | sewing | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing | traveling | exotic dancing | singing | yoga | gaming | surfing

tagged by: @fasciinating ( ty ty <3 ) tagging: @phantombs @indeath @anomalex @ichorlet @soloact @kxllerblond @divinitywept @lasraichean @ohshadow and you!

[sardonicbeauty]

@ichorlet liked for a starter.

SHE'D RECOGNIZE THAT AUBURN HEAD OF CURLS anywhere, even through a sea like crowd mixed with vampires and fangbangers (among other types). For a second, she rolls her eyes, wondering if he was here for an early shipment. Picking up for his husband, perhaps though that would surprise her. Pam remained behind the bar with arms crossed over her chest, overseeing the place while the bartenders remained busy. She could've helped them of course, but she doesn't want to. Place wasn't too packed anyway, they'd be able to handle it on their own. That's what she was paying them for after all. Making eye contact with Armand, she offers a slight upturn of her chin in silent acknowledgement. If he was there for a shipment, he was going to be gravely disappointed.

[woednesdayaddams]

@ichorlet said this is wednesday and now that's all i can think about.

The whole family is here.

[sortilegum]

' you can't just vanish like that . '

There is a chuckle in Q’s throat from the statement. “Armand, please, it’s all very good that you have the freedom of being undead and not needing to deal with society, but regardless of my age, I’m still mortal. I have a business, I have tax, and I have appointments to attend, some of which will be abroad.” The witch lingered in front of the mirror inspecting their outfit as they struggled with the buttons around their cuffs. Green over black.

“Besides. My family likes to know where I am. Who I’m with.” A certain bitterness lingers on the witch’s tongue. Sadly for that part they only had themselves to blame. Their eyes fade from the mirror’s gaze but their lips offer something akin to a smirk.

“They won’t like you. Sorry.”

[woednesdayaddams]

️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 : 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢   /   always accepting !

️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️* @ichorlet  said  :  𝚒  𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝  𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙  ,  𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎  𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚘𝚞𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗

  𝚊  𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜  𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  she  wanted,  yet  it  never  reached  her.  eyelids  flutter  open  and  remain  as  such  with  an  unblinking  stare  at  everything  that  surrounds  her.  the  closest  approach  to  the  last  slumber  sleep  and  yet  her  notions  were  fogged  with  other  matters.  𝚠𝚑𝚢  𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝  𝚜𝚑𝚎  𝚋𝚎  𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚊𝚗  𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕  𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎?  why  can’t  armand  just  turn  her  already,  she’d  make  a  bloody  glorious  vampire,  after  all.  these  questions  seized  over  her  petite  frame  as  she  quietly  walked  back  and  forth  inside  the  room,  searching  for  a  way  to  entertain  her  brain  while  she’s  killing  time.  until  she  heard  his  voice.  dark,  woeful  optics  dart  to  the  side,  where  his  coffin  was  laid.    ❛  me  neither.  ❜    response  comes  quick,  stealthy  steps  towards  armand’s  headrest,    ❛  it  was  my  only  option  to  take  a  peek  at  how  death  feels  like.  ❜    wide  eyed  gaze  squints  ever  so  slightly  as  she  pushes  her  desire  to  become  immortal  once  more.  perhaps,  armand  needed  reminders.  if  it  had  to  be  anyone  in  the  whole  wide  world  to  turn  her,  it  should’ve  been  him.

[sardonicbeauty]

THE NEWLY DEVELOPED KNOWLEDGE OF ARMAND'S relationship with Godric— as minimalist as it had been provided, had caught her off-guard a bit. How was this the first time she was being told of such things? Then again, she couldn't very well be entirely surprised. Godric had known more beings in his lifetime than anyone she herself had ever known. There was simply no comparison, though she does wish she had gotten her grand-sire's perspective on the other. ❝ You knew Godric? ❞ The blonde asked simply, not at all tearing the nails away that were forcefully dug into her companion's thigh by his own ministration. But it was his next question that also captured her attention. Was she impressed by anything — she had to ponder that one herself — for a moment allowing the silence to linger until Armand continued to speak once more. It wasn't the first time she'd heard those words spoken in her direction and it always produced the same subtle response of a smirk across her lips. This time was no different. In truth, it did take a lot to impress Pam as she was apt of becoming bored with most things rather too easily, even for her own liking. ❝ We'll see. ❞ Was her simple answer as back pressed up against the seat at the speed of Armand's vehicle. Watching as the scenery before them flashed quickly by with every smooth shift and turn. ❝ Does the Europe ya know still even exist? ❞ She asked, perhaps a bit boldly. ❝ If so, then yeah, I promise. ❞ Who was she to deny such an offer? It'd be a foolish thing otherwise and her curiosity was peaked just by the statement alone that insinuated a want for impression. The sight of his own smile upon her does manage to broaden her own, though hers was a bit more devious without really meaning to be. That was just her face. A quick nod of her head and a lift of her chin in the direction they were headed before she finally spoke again. ❝ Make a right on Forest Park. ❞

were armand a younger man, perhaps hearing pamela speak so fondly of her maker, and her grandsire, would have struck him where it was most sensitive. yet there was only a gentle familiarity to it, like being privvy to one's secrets; it was appreciated most ardently. armand squeezes her hand in his, digging both their fingers into the soft, meat of his thigh.

❝ i met godric in venice. i was a child, then. ❞ too new. the bad had quickly over shadowed the good and in doing so, in rewriting his memories for daniel to capture, had forgotten the man altogether. he existed like a shadow amongst the vampires he knew now, like an invisible hand on pam and eric at all times and armand was no different. he looks on the man with a fondness. ❝ does anything impress you, pamela ? ❞

and there, with the devil in his eyes reflected back at the woman, armand pushes the car into a hefty pace, picking their speed back up. ❝ i want to impress you. ❞ therein laid the trouble. it wasn't often that armand had to try at all, there was little game to be played when those that lusted for him dropped themselves at his feet like dogs, throwing their rings and jewelry at him for a simple look in their direction.

❝ promise me that you'll let me take you to europe one day. the europe i knew. severe. dark. ❞ just like pam.

that gaze of hers is returned for a moment, searching her eyes for any hint of jest. or condescension. in finding none, that sharp, pink mouth of his pulls back into a grin; little fangs are exposed, just barely.

❝ where's the graveyard ? ❞

[intrepidsz]

leaves a better, more ornate dagger in a lil velvet box for adrian. it has the sacred heart engraved on the blade. the note: it seemed like you needed something better. - A

it's both a cruel, mortifying joke, as much as it is unnaturally sincere. the suggestive secrecy led in by a singular letter, and the near gaudy shine of each stone, draws a sneer to adrian's face. he crumples the note, wrings it unreadable, before sliding the blade into his bedside drawer. to allow armand even a whiff of it on his person, or to slice him through with it in purposeful poetry, is kinder than the cainite deserves. so he hides it, slots it along old, old, notes and relics of his priestly past. neither of them need a heart anyway.

[eagleprnce]

5'5" / 165 cm !

armand : little prince. lettow : *blinking meme*

[vampyrebond]

no YOU named the group chat rat smoothie ( it's me. hi. i'm the problem it's me. )

[acertainfemininemystique]

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favourite flavour(s): green apple, salt and vinegar, cholula

favourite genre(s): new adult, fantasy, sad shit lmfao, horror.

favourite music: laura marling, frightened rabbit, my darkolai playlist that im currently obsessed with.

favourite movie(s): moulin rouge, a single man, kingsman.

favourite series: chuck, the magicians

last song: currently is me and the devil - soap&skin

last series: perfect match

last movie: smile

currently reading: the wise man’s fear by patrick rothfuss

currently watching: ... perfect match. also sandman, grace & frankie. desperate to watch iwtv, but avoiding it because it’s gonna be a hyperfixation

currently working on: baseline functioning in life, getting a mortgage/house, surviving my job until a department restructure, having mental health that is not shit, having enough brain cells to write replies

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[mxldito]

Cont. from here with @ichorlet​

  Amber eyes swung back and forth, they gave a loud sniffle. “Perhaps if your home weren’t so break-and-enterable.” They’d slipped in for the sake of being nosy, but now they were tempted to snatch something petty and run off. “Apologies. Didn’t realize I’d be interrupting. . .one with, ahem, delicate sensibilities.”