#my murderess queen

[lady-murderess]

QUEEN MAEVE | THE BOYS

[thesundowncrew]

20/10 - Scarecrow 🐦‍⬛

Stop running away, oh pretty bird

Your thoughts alone a damned cage

Claws soaked with the blood of loved ones

Give in to desire ; Give in to your rage

Spread your wings, oh pretty bird

No longer bound by what you've lost

Your heart is chained ; Your heart is sealed

Absolute freedom comes with a cost

I am so tragically late for this prompt but still wanted to finish it anyways~ Here's Axel as the unfortunate 'scarecrow' with Ketele haunting him in the background ♥️

OCs are from my comic, Tales of Sundown 🐦‍⬛✨💔

[andhumanslovedstories]

I realized that I’d missed the second pilot for Columbo, “Ransom for a Dead Man” so I took a break from the elevated hijinks of season three to go watch it. I didn’t really like it. Some weird choices, some grating characters. But I do think I love it?

The movie is so weirdly sexist. Like I mean that the way it is sexist is weird. The murderer is like if you reached into a bag of every evil female archetype/cliche, and you just grabbed a random fistful. She’s a gold digger evil stepmother career woman femme fatale stone cold bitch. She’s Barbra Stanwyck in Double Indemnity, and she’s the evil queen from Snow White. All the people around her keep saying stuff like “it must be hard for you, a man, to work for a woman,” and “she always wanted to be a big time fancy lady lawyer!” Her fatal flaw is that she’s too evil.

And Columbo ends up respecting her so much. And she ends up respecting him the same. There’s an alternate universe version of Columbo where there were any recurring characters except Columbo, where she’s the best character in all detective universes: recurring evil person the detective has a weird amount of sexual chemistry with. Something about Columbo’s characterization in this episode put me off, but from the point where they both know that Columbo believes she committed murder, it’s fuckin primo shit dude. They’re tangoing with each other. There’s a point where it seems like she’s having so much fun. You get the sense that she’s never had a real nemesis before and that it delights her.

She was also far and away the best character in the entire movie. Every time she wasn’t there, I wondering when’s my queen was gonna come back. There was a scene where Columbo’s getting lunch, and I was like “get the fuck outta here dude, I know my beautiful murderess is not joining your lame ass at this diner eating chili”

[helpmeimblorboing]

First draft of the first chapter of Tearing Tides, a post-Trojan-War story following Andromache after the death of Helenus, being granted immortality and living through all the many epochs of humanity :

He was dead. His blood slid against the stone floors like thick, oily tar, dark and glimmering in the dim light of the room

The man who had married her was dead

The man who had taken his brother’s wife as though she were a prize, to be owned and inherited, was dead.

The Prophet of Troy was dead, throat split open with a knife in the dead of night, his oracular voice slipping out with the gushes of his crimson-black blood, never to be sounded again

Andromache stumbled back, half out of shock and half with the dizzying rush of absolute TRIUMPH. The bloodied knife slipped from her trembling fingers, a spill of ruined starlight against the dim light cast by the sputtering candle she held in her other hand

A loud clatter sounded out as it hit the ground blade-first, its sharp edge cutting a faint groove in the red-spattered gray of the stone

Helenus didn’t stir. His lips were parted, as though to speak, to wheedle and deceive like he had done so many times before. To Briseis. To her. To all the wives of the sons of Troy.

But no trace of whiny, nasal voice emerged. The prophet was gone, and all at once, a great weight seemed to lift off Andromache’s shoulders, so stunning in its relief that she nearly fell to her knees

But she was a warrior queen of Troy, no matter how much her pride may have been broken in the beds and throne rooms of these Achaeans. And a warrior queen she would remain. Right up to the end

Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers tentatively about the blood-slick knife hilt, lifting it up to stare into its sullied blade, blood dripping off it and rejoining the growing puddle of scarlet below with steady drip-drips that seemed loud as thunderclaps in the stillness of night

Hector, my love, I’m coming

She lifted it high, and prepared to drive it deep into her breast. The knife rose and fell, a glimmering streak of silver, and Andromache braced herself for the sharp stab of pain that was sure to come next

It never came. The broken splinters of the blade clattered against the earth. She stared at the empty, leather-bound hilt of what had once been a knife

Before she could pray, or protest, or do ANYTHING other than stare dumbly as her only hope of salvation was torn away from her, a surge of golden light filled the room. The twang of a bowstring being plucked. The sweet sound of a lyre.

Brilliant, burning eyes in the night. Immaculate lips moving with vindictive hate. A curse being cast from on high

Helenus was a prophet of Apollo. And Apollo, the god who had wrestled his own mortal half-brother to a standstill for insulting one of his seers, had always been protective of his priests

All at once, a sweet voice seems to sound through the room, music personified, with no source and no end, and yet, gratingly, shrilly, unnatural. Too perfect. Too unreal.

There will be no salvation for thee, murderess of my prophet. If death is what thee desire the most, then death will be what I take from thee, now and forever

The myth of Psyche. Mortal made god. The myth of Hyacinthus, and Narcissus, and Heracles. And now, the myth of Andromache - the mortal to whom eternity had come as a curse

She does not know what she did next. She only knows the mouthfeel of the curses spilling from her lips like the last breaths of the man lying beside her, the thudding force her knees impacting the stone floor, her chiton quickly growing wet and dark with her husband’s blood

She remembers the feel of godly magic within her, the way her nails seemed to refuse to find purchase in her flesh, no matter how hard, how desperately, she scratched at her skin.

How ironic, that she be inflicted with the blessing of the very man who had taken everything from her. Akhilleus’ ghost liked its twisted jokes, it seemed

She had heard that he, too, had mourned someone he loved, once. That his life being taken from him had been why he had taken her life from her

But he had died. He had had that, at least, if nothing else. Andromache didn’t even have that. The gods truly hated their Trojan children, it seemed

She stared down at the floor, at the scarlet threads of blood webbing through the cracks and crevices of the stone like the branches of some vast tree, ever-extending, ever-flowering

She had known a tree, once. It had grown in her garden, back in Troy. Her love had planted it for her, with her own two hands.

Ithacan Ulixes, he had told her, had made his wife a bed out of an olive tree. But not even he had GROWN her one.

So he had planted a laurel tree for her, intending to turn it into a bed when it grew old enough. Her love had always been the competitive kind

He had never gotten the chance. He had died before he could. And then, the tree burned. It seemed almost comedic that Ulixes be the one who had caused the fire that consumed it, like one of those Achaean tragedies her father used to tell her about on his knee

Her father, who had fallen when Akhilleus took Cilicia. Along with all her older brothers. That Achaean bastard had truly robbed her of everything, hadn’t he ?

And yet, it wasn’t his fault, either, was it ? Not even Agamemnon’s, if she really allowed herself to admit it. Eyes unclouded by her vengefulness and anger, she could admit that, if anything, the gods had been the ones to twist all of their fates into tangled, frayed threads, and that the blame for it could not, indeed, be laid at the feet of any one mortal

Andromache was not feeling particularly inclined to look past her vengefulness and hate right now, so she simply went back to hating Akhilleus. It seemed safer than hating the gods

Her mind whirred, cold and clinical, refusing to process the gravity of her fate. Andromache had always been a clever one - not just for a women, either, Hector had told her once, just clever. Cleverer than me, even - and all that cleverness was put to work now

Idly, she wondered if trying to climb Mount Olympus and attack Apollo would rid her of the curse, the better to smite her, or if she would just be, like Prometheus, sentenced to an eternity of torment

(Just to be noted - in this book, Andromache is a trans man. The reason I refer to him as she/her here is because he only really DISCOVERS that some time around the 1900s, though he does develop a curiosity about certain aspects of gender androgyny when he visits the Viking lands and learns of their gods)

[thecinemarattifilmclub]

Join us as we celebrate the films that we love starting with Movies That Make You Want to HUG the Weekend! The List, in no particular order:

Tenet In Her Shoes John Wick Chicago It's Complicated Train to Busan Honorable Mention: Call Me By Your Name, I Am Legend

Tenet, 2020 From the opening scene, Tenet is an electrifying blend of heart-pounding action and mind-bending science fiction. Director Christopher Nolan delivers a captivating and visually stunning film. The Protagonist, portrayed by John David Washington, is a complex figure who moves through the film asking the same questions we have as viewers. The cast is fantastic, and there's this one unforgettable scene towards the end where The Protagonist has a revelatory, emotionally charged moment with Neil, Robert Pattinson's character, that leaves you heartbroken. I love this movie and will watch it again and again! -Alana

In Her Shoes, 2005 Often overlooked in the flurry of rom-coms released in the early aughts, director Curtis Hanson’s In Her Shoes exists as one of the most endearing films of the genre. In this 2005 gem, the film’s leads, Toni Collette, Cameron Diaz, and Shirley MacLaine, each deliver performances that are beautifully nuanced in telling the story of two estranged sisters finding their way back to each other, and themselves, after reconnecting with their estranged grandmother. Yes, this is a story about love - the unexpected ways we might find it, learning to permit ourselves to experience it, how it profoundly changes us, and what we are willing to do to rebuild it after it’s been broken - but this film is about so much more than that. In Her Shoes pulls the curtain back on how grief and mental illness change our relationships in ways that can reverberate through generations and how we might be able to pick up the pieces and build something beautiful for ourselves. This movie fundamentally changed me when I first watched it. I love watching movies exploring the depths of sisterhood, both loving and complicated, and this one just means so much to me. -Victoria John Wick, 2014 Keanu Reeves, a fan favorite, is dynamite in the John Wick series. The movies are action-packed, well-acted, and feature a simple yet intriguing storyline. Whenever I'm in the mood for an exciting film with snappy dialogue and an interesting cast, I always turn to a John Wick film. Among the series, the original John Wick is my go-to because what's more exhilarating than a grieving hitman seeking vengeance for his puppy and his car? I mean, if "you've effed with the wrong one" was a person, it'd be John Wick. I'm here for it! -Alana Chicago, 2002 Based on the 1926 play and 1975 stage musical of the same name, 2002’s Chicago is a soaring accomplishment from director Rob Marshall. This musical crime dramedy tells the spellbinding tale of Roxie Hart and Velma Kelly, both inmates on Murderess’ Row at Cook County Jail, as they chase celebrity and notoriety while awaiting trial. What is at once a tour-de-force of its own merit is also an enchanting homage to its source material, this film is one I simply cannot get enough of. The performances from Renee Zellweger, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Richard Gere, and Queen Latifah are electrifying and completely mesmerizing, each wholly embodying their lauded characters. Aside from the spectacular acting each delivers in this film, the musical performances are simply out of this world, with credit to the original music and lyrics by John Kander and Fred Ebb respectively, of course, but the production comes to life in a whole new way on the big screen. I watch this film a few times a year and highly recommend keeping the soundtrack in your rotation. -Victoria It’s Complicated, 2009 Oscar-nominated writer and director Nancy Meyers followed up a legendary four-film run (The Parent Trap, What Women Want, Something’s Gotta Give, and The Holiday) with 2009’s rom-com It’s Complicated. Starring Meryl Streep, with charming supporting performances from Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin, this film follows a 10-years divorced baker as she navigates life as an empty-nester and discovers what might be next for her - which appears to include an affair with her now-married ex-husband (Baldwin) and a blossoming romance with the architect remodeling her home (Martin). This film explores the complications of divorce and moving on, while highlighting the joys and pits of rediscovering yourself, especially in your golden years. While this film was met with mixed reviews from critics, there is an undeniable sense of the Nancy Meyers charm that makes it the cozy and beloved film it is to me. Like any Meyers film, the set design is a character and story to discover in itself and perhaps one of my favorite elements of this movie - it’s an aesthetic feast! I have loved this movie for years and it’s one of those movies that pulls on your heartstrings, tickles your funny bone, and makes you feel hopeful for the future by the final scene. -Victoria

Train to Busan, 2016 Train to Busan is an electrifying and almost unmatched zombie film. Like any good movie, it has emotional depth. Your investment in the characters and their survival catapults you from scene to scene. Yeon Sang-ho’s directorial choices build the tension and suspense required for the film’s propulsion, but he also incorporates space for you to catch your breath. And with this plot, you'll need it. Gong Yoo and Ma Dong-seok are a great pair, using their ingenuity and sheer power to fight their way through zombie hoards. Whenever I'm looking for something exciting to watch, this film never fails to deliver. -Alana

[mages-pandoras-box]

Tag Nine People You'd Like to Get to Know Better!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑(𝐒): Red, Black, Purple, Green

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑(𝐒): Grape, Chocolate, Red Velvet, Snickerdoodle, Cinnamon.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂: Panic at the Disco, Halsey, Imagine Dragons, Three Days Grace, Derivakat, Set it Off, Queen, Billie Eilish, AJR, Neoni, Linkin Park, Guns n' Roses, Hollywood Undead, Skillet and the MLP soundtrack.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄(𝐒): The Avatar movies, Five Nights at Freddy's, Hunger Games, Old Guard, Iron Man 1 and 3, Star Wars; Return of the Jedi and Revenge of the Sith.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: The Boys, Attack on Titan, Umbrella Academy, Wednesday, My Little Pony, The Flash (up to like season 4 or 5), Lego Ninjago, Henry Danger, Star Wars Rebels, Mandalorian.

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: Over and Over by Three Days Grace

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: Attack on Titan (rewatch)

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄: Hunger Games Mockingjay pt 2.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: Fanfictions mostly, but I am chipping away at Percy Jackson.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: The Boys (again)

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍: Ironing out the wrinkles in a few fanfictions I'm working on.

Tagged by @fandomtheferret and @hom3land3r

Tagging: @therealbillybutcher @therealhughiecampbell @star-ligh7 @lady-murderess

[bitter69uk]

“Susan Hayward is primarily known for her highly dramatic portrayals of alcoholics and murderesses in ‘50s film biographies. She was a pretty, Dresden-doll-like redhead with a penchant for playing aggressive ladies … Hollywood loves this kind of out-and-out “acting” and gave her five Academy Award nominations, culminating in an Oscar for her role as condemned killer Barbara Graham in the 1958 I Want to Live … she was good, gutsy, entertaining fun, and she looks very lovely in her movies, but what she does should not really be labelled good screen acting.”

/ From The Illustrated Encyclopedia of The World’s Great Movie Stars by Ken Wlaschin, 1979 /

Born on this day: fierce screen diva and queen of the melodrama described by author Stephen Rebello as “tempestuous, ferociously competitive, icy, emotionally aloof, utterly professional” - Ms Susan Hayward (30 June 1917 - 14 March 1975). I’d be lying if I claimed she was one of my favourite actresses, but I treasure Hayward’s raspy chain-smoker voice (she reportedly puffed five packs a day) and bravura performances in campy movies like Where Love Has Gone (1964), squaring off against Bette Davis. And with apologies to Judy Garland fans, I revere Hayward’s ultra-abrasive, bitchy drag queen-like performance as sequined and bewigged Broadway gorgon Helen Lawson in 1967 cult classic Valley of the Dolls (pictured). Isn’t it fascinating to contemplate that Hayward was originally offered the role of Mrs Robinson in The Graduate (1967) before Ann Bancroft? I also love that someone wrote a biography about her in 1973 entitled Susan Hayward: The Divine Bitch.

[goldendoodlerlockerlove]

I have not been in your ask box since FOREVER hot damn!! But in honour of Geneuary you gotta tell me your top 5 ideas for a Gene centric fanart/fanfic 👉👈 Eh? Eh?

DT!! You total sweetheart, I missed seeing you in my ask box❣️

I haven’t released the prompts yet, but I certainly have many, many ideas for Geneuary!! It can’t come soon enough. I’m so flipping excited, I’m actually vibrating.

—One idea I had was to do a piece based on that one story Gene recounted in Nice-Capades where he gave Rudy the last taco on Taco Tuesday, because that was so sweet 🥺 My boy is so thoughtful!! He actually gave up a delicious meal so someone else can be happy. This also counts as my propaganda for wanting more content of Gene and Rudy being brother-in-laws, but I digress.

—I also had an idea to draw him as Anna of Cleves, because he would absolutely slay and look fabulous as a Six Queen 🥳 Or as one of the murderesses in Chicago just because Cell Block Tango is such a fun song.

—I also had this silly idea to draw Gene and Alexis as Ryan and Chad from High School Musical, pfffffft. I thought that would be funny. And they would definitely look adorable in High School Musical cosplay.

—I also had an idea to draw Gene being so enthusiastic about Alexis’ birthday that he goes way too overboard (but Alexis appreciates the excitement). Just sort of a thing where it’s like:

Gene on his own birthday: 😀

Gene on Alexis’ birthday: 🥳👀🥰😫🤌🏼🎂🎉🤣😱🫶🏼🤌🏼🫵🏼

—I also definitely wanted to do a fun piece inspired by Gene’s love of Chunky Blast-Offs, because his love of that candy is so cute. He would definitely have it all the time if he could (which is actually possible, considering he has a lifetime supply of them lying around now).

And as a lil’ bonus, I would definitely love to do a piece inspired by Gene’s adorable lawyer outfit in A Few ‘Gurt Men because he is definitely my favorite lawyer.

How would it fit into any of the prompts?? No idea, but I want to make a piece inspired by that anyway!!

I also want to do something related to his hidden self-worth issues but have his family (or Alexis 👀) give him some comfort!! I think that would be really cute and sweet. I just want some hurt/comfort content with Gene!!

Thank you so much for the ask!! This event has been so difficult to get off the ground, but I’m so happy it’s happening now!!

[akhenaten-imhotep]

Song inspirations

// So recently I’ve been listening to Kawir’s “Medea” from the album “Adrasteia”, which is a concept album about the greek personification of female revenge (Adrasteia being one of the facets of Nemesis.)

The track in question tells Euripide’s version of Medea’s tale. An english translation from the original modern greek by Dr. Ioulia Kolovou is below.

Link to the song:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YNwd6aLHutY

So thanks to this song, a plotbunny has been hopping inside my head lately. I have been wondering how I could adapt this song to Akhenaten’s backstory. Now, it would be quite metaphorical thanks to her being a 40k OC. Dunno yet if this lore is temporary, but here it is. I am open to suggestions on how to improve it.

Analysis is under the cut for lenght and triggering content; ie. child murder and suicide-by-proxy.

(Image to not die ignored XD)

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“Medea”

Medea, the daughter of Aietes, who cut up Apsyrtos And scattered his parts in the Black Sea Medea the witch, Medea, fratricide, poisoner. Medea abominable, Medea sorceress, Medea the enchantress, Medea of the black soul. The daughter of Hecate, in a dank cave In a distant land was joined in matrimony to the conceited Jason In Corinth she was crowned queen with a crown of blood. She gave Glauce gifts of death; she wiped out Mermeros and Pheres She who gifted them life, grants death as her final gift She cuts out their lives with a blood-dripping hand, tainting the fruit of her womb. Justice does not dwell in the eyes of mortals without you knowing what they are hiding in their hearts. You hate them at first sight even if they haven’t done you any wrong. Monstrous Medea, Medea the witch, Medea the enchantress, Medea of the black soul, Medea Murderess.

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Medea, the daughter of Aietes, who cut up Apsyrtos And scattered his parts in the Black Sea Medea the witch, Medea, fratricide, poisoner. Medea abominable, Medea sorceress, Medea the enchantress, Medea of the black soul.

Akhenaten was the daughter of a king of Gaznir. After being cast out by her family for being a psyker, she was rescued by the XVth legion when they brought the world under compliance. The then-child had no qualms with throwing her loyalty to her old family and throwing her lot with the Thousand Sons, who would become her new family. Years down the line, Gaznir rises in rebellion agaisnt the Imperium, with her old birth-siblings being among the leaders. The Imperium, who doesn’t know about Akhenaten’s blood ties to them, sends the Thousand Sons to put down the rebellion. And once Akhenaten arrives to the planet she realizes her relatives are behind it. Yet she has no qualms about following Magnus’ orders to destroy the city in which they were, thus leading to their deaths.

The thousand sons were well known for their use of psychic powers/magic, which earned them the distrust of many.

In the song, the poisoner line refers to how Medea poisoned Glauce, who was the woman with whom Jason cheated on her. Considering how Magnus and the Thousand Sons threw their lot with Lorgar/ the Word Bearers and Horus / the Sons of Horus despite them being the ones responsible for the destruction of Prospero and the enslavement of its civilian population for turning them into rogue psykers during the Horus Heresy, they would symbolize Glauce.

If memory doesn’t fail me, they joined the traitor’s side out of desperation for they wished to find all of Magnus’ soul fragments. My knowledge of 30k lore is patchy, so I don’t know how far they were in the search before they said “fuck it we all”. As a result, I am unsure if Akhenaten ever knew of the reasons for the deal. But even if she knew, she would still find it unforgivable due to how the Legion protected and nurtured Prospero’s population. Considering chances are the Word Bearers and the Sons of Horus mistreated their rogue psykers, Akhenaten would interpret the legion’s actions as an approval of it.

I do know Akhenaten dropped the legion faster than a hot potato after she witnessed Ahriman sacrificing Hathor to summon a Lord of Change, so if she witnessed the rogue psyker’s abuse chances are it was after she left.

The reason why she abandoned the legion was because Hathor and Ahzek were her adoptive parents. And if Ahriman was capable of doing that to Hathor, then what would he do to her?

But perhaps a better reason would be their actions during the Siege of Terra. Conjuring daemons and using black magic to terrorize the planet. After all, Akhenaten fought for the Imperium, thus making her be in the receiving end of that.

Or maybe she turned agaisnt them because of all of the above.

EDIT: Damn, can’t believe I forgot about the First and Second Rubrics of Ahriman. And how thanks to the Second one, survivors from the First became randomly rubricc’ed. Yet another reason for her hate and anger towards the XVth.

To make matters worse, after learning of the first rubric she fell into a deep depression which led to her not getting out of bed for three months. And then she pulled a suicide by proxy via fighting an old thousand sons love who got chaos-spawned thanks to flesh change from a magical mishap. She survived the fight, but faced dire consecuences because of throwing magical precautions to the wind.

Her feelings towards Horemheb were mixed. On one side he was her first love, but after falling to Tzeentch he tried to swindle her.

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And as a revenge for the capture and enslavement of the prosperine, the corruption of half of the legions, the burning of Prospero, the Betrayal at Calth, various atrocities and the death of Sanguinius, Akhenaten under false pretenses gives poisoned gifts to members of the XVIth and XVIIth legions, resulting in their deaths.

The daughter of Hecate, in a dank cave In a distant land was joined in matrimony to the conceited Jason In Corinth she was crowned queen with a crown of blood. She gave Glauce gifts of death; she wiped out Mermeros and Pheres She who gifted them life, grants death as her final gift She cuts out their lives with a blood-dripping hand, tainting the fruit of her womb.

The first and second lines would refer to how she became Magnus’ gene-child once she got implanted with the XVth’s geneseed. Magnus’ main trait was his arrogance, which was one of the factors which led to the legion’s fall.

The “crowned queen with a crown of blood” line would be about how many years after the Great Scouring she killed a Son of Horus and took over his warband (but that’s a long story.)

We already know who Glauce is, but who would be Mermeros and Pheres? Thousand Sons who were created using Akhenaten’s geneseed.

(Considering Akhenaten belonged to the Order of the Jackal, and they were the ones in charge of selecting, transforming and raising the aspirants and neophytes into astartes, chances are Mermeros and Pheres were astartes in whose creation she was involved. Because they were made using her geneseed and she raised them, she considered herself their mother.

And they were lost in the warp during the Horus Heresy, being spat out many years later.)

Justice does not dwell in the eyes of mortals without you knowing what they are hiding in their hearts. You hate them at first sight even if they haven’t done you any wrong.

Akhenaten was beautiful, yet hid a lot of hate and anger in her heart. And she took it out on innocent people.

Monstrous Medea, Medea the witch, Medea the enchantress, Medea of the black soul, Medea Murderess.

Thanks to the crimes she commited, the people would call her Queen Abomination.

[thesundowncrew]

19. The Evil Eye 🧿

'the eye of the envier' - عين الحسود

"In the Aegean Region and other areas where light-colored eyes are relatively rare, people with green eyes, and especially blue eyes, were thought to bestow the curse of 'the evil eye', intentionally or unintentionally."

The answer to: Why I made Ketele's eyes blue 💙 More elaboration under the cut!

Drawtober 2023 prompt by @pumpkinlollipop 🎃

Not only do I think it goes well with her color scheme (contrast to her major color themes of red & dark purple) but on her, they are icy and soulless; reflective of her character. She's always coveting what isn't hers and causing harm to those who own what she cannot have. Demons don't have hearts & at her core, she is empty & forever chasing things to fill an unfillable void.

[sunsetblueandforestgreen]

i hope Love haunts the fuck out of Joe in YouS4

[saessenach]

I need my golden crown of sorrows, my bloody sword to swing,

I need my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology

I am no mother,

I am no bride ,

I am King.

Attolia Irene in a set of three drawings for @hippolytas, for Hamiathes' Gift Exchange 2022

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[gloriousncss]

Malaika Soloman, this had to be. She recognized her from Lal Qila. "I'm grateful you chose to invite us, your majesty," the title came hesitantly out of her mouth. Did queens call each other your majesty? Liesel was far too familiar with how to behave around the superior ranks that she hardly knew what to do now that she was one of them. Strange how easy it was to want something and then to have no idea what to do with it once it was received. "It truly is a great display of your kindness," she remarked. Of course, housing a murderess, a monster, with open arms was extremely generous. "If there's anything I can do for you while we're here, please don't hesitate to inform me or my advisors," her hands were still behind her back to conceal their shakiness from the nerves.

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snakes both  docile  and  venomous  had  been willingly permitted entrance into fasil ghebbi, and one couldn't know what classification each of the faces surrounding her belonged to. not yet anyway. beneath queenly visage lingered her distaste over welcoming so many into her home, kept at bay with the reminder that this was necessary. for peace, for vengeance - both entwined together in her mind. mal wore a warm smile without faltering as she approached one of the guests.  ❝ i hope your family and you have settled in well and are enjoying the breakfast. ❞  sincerity wasn't false. her pride in and love for the palace knew no bounds, and she hoped the guests would see it as she.  ❝ if there is anything at all you require, don't hesitate to let us know. ❞

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Queen Maeve 🥺

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Soooo, did you watch Spiderhead? Will we have Steve Abnesti content in the future? 🥹🫣

A/N: Steve Abnesti x F!Reader. Straight up NON-CON. You've been warned. Dark themes. Implied abuse. Mentions of hair.

Steve’s claiming of you is not necessarily violent. 

He does not fist a hand into your hair to drag you into his bedroom. He doesn’t need to. Not really. The thing is, he doesn’t fall in love with you because of the damn drugs. He sees you and feels it. It’s like a shock to his system. The brightness of your face reminds him of the sun that sits heavy above the island.

“Mr. Abnesti,” you try, and he cuts you off.

“Steve,” he demands. “It’s Steve. C’mon, honey, you know my name.”

You duck your head, your knees knocking together as you sit in the small, white room. “Sorry,” you murmur. You’re beautifully subservient. You’re far too quiet and tender, and you remind him of a lamb. You didn’t even do anything theoretically bad. In fact, it appears that you were defending yourself. 

He turns to Mark. “She must have some real fire in her to do what she did.”

“Murdering her father?”

He nods excitedly, a grin splitting his face. He feels like laughing. If only he had killed his dear old dad. Fuck. 

“Are we going to try 40 on her?”

“No,” Steve replies a little too quickly. “No - we’re done with her for today.”

***

He takes you on walks along the island. He discusses the weather and his childhood, and his fears. He spills them all over you because he knows you’ll love him. It is guaranteed. 

“You’re really beautiful,” he tells you, nudging his knuckles across your cheek. You blink up at him, your expression bashful.

“Steve…”

“I care about you,” he continues. “I want you safe. You’re protected here. Do you feel protected?”

You curl your fingers around his wrist, your thumb scraping under his watch. “Yes,” you answer. “I…I feel safe here.”

You’re in the dress he left in your room. It’s pale blue as the sky above them. It clings to your shoulders before flowing outward. The hem brushes your thighs. He moves both his hands to your face, cradling your jaw. His palms overwhelm your head. He could engulf you. He could swallow you whole like Kronos. You’d be birthed anew. A Goddess. His Queen. His Hera. His Rhea. 

He lowers his head and presses his mouth to yours. You return his kiss, clinging to his shoulders as you try and reach him. He lifts you up; he prods his tongue against the seam of your lips, demanding entrance, and you give it to him. 

“Steve,” you whisper, pushing against him lightly. “It’s - we can’t-”

The sun is beating down on the back of his head. Your skin is soft in his hands - warm with pleasure. “We can,” he mumbles between kisses as he tries to push you to the herb-green grass. The wind ruffles his hair. He can taste sunscreen and the wisp of clouds, and he wants to drag you to the beach and make love to you in the cradle of the sea - the waves lapping at their bodies as they make something electric.

When he cups your cunt over your dress, you shudder in his arms. Your thighs clamp down on his hand. You inhale sharply. “Please not…not here…someone could see-”

“You’re okay, sweetheart,” he soothes. “We can do whatever we want.”

You struggle against him, and his arms form a tight bind around your waist. Your hips caught between his hands. “You’re fine, baby…you’re perfect…just let me make you feel good.”

There’s a shocking burst of pain in his lower lip, and he stumbles backward. He touches his mouth in surprise and finds his fingertips covered in blood. He blinks at you, and you stare back - defiant and full of rage. There you are, my little murderess. 

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he breathes, and your brow furrows. You frown - obviously confused.

“I-I just bit you.”

“You did,” he agrees. He’s proud. He wanted this. He wanted to tap into it.

He pulls his phone from his pocket, his thumb on the screen as he swipes it to all the way to the right. “Let’s see you channel that rage into something a bit more fun.”

***

The beach is hot under his feet. His shirt is gone - torn and tossed somewhere. You’ve licked every inch of his torso, sucked on his nipples, and marked up his throat.

“Fuck, Steve,” you whine as you practically climb up his body. Your arms encircle his neck as you crash your lips together. “I want you inside me.”

Your nails bite into his shoulders. You pull at his hair. He’s got his hands under your ass as he tries to carry you into the ocean. The water is smooth. The salt dries his skin, but he can’t stop kissing you. He wants to eat you out. He wants to shove his cock down your throat until you choke. 

He struggles through the waves until he gets about waist deep. You’re still kissing him, nipping at his jaw. You’re making the softest, warbling keens. A tiny bird. You push at his swim trunks, and he curls his finger around the crotch of your panties before ripping it in two

“Steve,” you beg. “Get it inside me. I want to be full of you…forever and ever. I want you to make me see my own fucking death when you screw me.”

He shivers at that. It's so intense. It's so full of passion. He knew you'd be perfect.

You're mumbling now - a repetitive plea circling around and around like a stuck record. It's constant: stevestevestevefuckpleasepleasepleasenownownow

“Hush, lamb,” he replies before spitting on his palm and taking himself in hand. He rubs the head of his cock through your folds. You’re soaked and your hips buck, grinding into him. He breaches you easily, sinking to the hilt. 

You melt around him, your pussy clamping down and going tight as a knot. “Oh my god,” you whimper before you bury your face into his throat. “It’s so good…so good…Oh, Steve…” You cannot stop. You are a total fucking mess, and you’re in love with him. “I want you to make me yours. I want you to mark me. Cover me in your come…your blood…pleasepleasepleaseplease…”

He licks the cup of your mouth as he picks up his pace. He is unyielding with the force of his strokes. He grasps the nape of your neck, his other arm wrapped around your waist as he holds you to him like a precious stone - a diamond - a child - his doll. 

The waves rock against hips, matching the willful pattern he utilizes to own your body. “Do you love me?” he murmurs into your ear; he smooths your hair back. He pets your skin.

“I love you, Steve,” you return - more tired - more lazy and drunk on his sex. “Love you so much.”

You’re slurring He wants to test your boundaries and find the smoke that leads to your fire. He wants you like this all the time, and he wonders if he can do it. He wonders if he can massage you into loving him, period. No drugs. He thinks it’s possible. 

He hauls you closer until your tits are crushed right up against his chest. He slows his thrusts, cradles you, and holds you over the sea. “You were made to love me, sweetheart. Remember that.”