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diamonds into coal

Thea Vanadium
Female 2 Mainlander Commonwealth Noblewoman
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diamonds into coal
posted 10-30-2021, 04:47 PM - Word count:
#1

year one


summer


it's raining again in Castle Stuart with Elias
active


do you believe in the stories? in Redwood with Roisin
active


dark, crossing over in Perth with Kazgut
active


Whispers in the night in Sussex with Leviathan
active



autumn


thea was not seen in the autumn months




winter


in Sussex with Belfast
active


title in Sussex with Drystan
active


thread name in territory with character
finished


thread name in territory with character
inactive



Thea Vanadium
Female 2 Mainlander Commonwealth Noblewoman
Undecided

11

posts
90.00

renown
Medium • smoke & rain


diamonds into coal
posted 11-17-2021, 06:22 PM - Word count:
#2
 
“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”




and more here and stuff?

“my sin, my soul.” 


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and more here and stuff?

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“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”




and more here and stuff?

“my sin, my soul.” 


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The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamadorians can look at all the different moments just that way we can look at a stretch of the Rocky Mountains, for instance. They can see how permanent all the moments are, and they can look at any moment that interests them. It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever.


When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in a bad condition in that particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments. "The potential you'll be that you'll never see, the promises you'll only make. " Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "so it goes". most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamadorians can look at all the different moments just that way we can look at a stretch of the Rocky Mountains, for instance. They can see how permanent all the moments are, and they can look at any moment that interests them. It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever.


When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in a bad condition in that particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments. "The potential you'll be that you'll never see, the promises you'll only make. " Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "so it goes".
 
 
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“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”




and more here and stuff?

“my sin, my soul.” 
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and more here and stuff?

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“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”

“my sin, my soul.”


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Thea Vanadium
Female 2 Mainlander Commonwealth Noblewoman
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diamonds into coal
posted 11-17-2021, 06:57 PM - Word count:
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Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "so it goes.” “All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations.Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "so it goes.” “All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations.Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "so it goes.” “All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations.


Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "so it goes.” “All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations.Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "so it goes.” “All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations.Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "so it goes.” “All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations.

Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "so it goes.” “All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations.Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "so it goes.” “All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations.Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "so it goes.” “All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations.

“You seemed to replace your brain with your heart ."


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Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "so it goes.” “All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations.Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "so it goes.” “All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations.Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "so it goes.” “All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations.

Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "so it goes.” “All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations.Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "so it goes.” “All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations.Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "so it goes.” “All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations.

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“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
“You seemed to replace your brain with your heart ."


“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
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<div id="semiTransparentDiv" style="position: absolute; background-color: #3a5e7d; filter:alpha(opacity=10);-moz-opacity:.40;opacity:.40; height: 100%; width: 100%; z-index: 1;"></div><div align="justify"> <div id="contentDiv" style="position:relative;z-index:2; padding-bottom:20px;padding-top:15px;padding-left:15px;padding-right:15px;"><font style="color:#000000;font-family:times;font-size: 8px; line-height: 10px;letter-spacing:0.2em;word-spacing:0.2em;"> “Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
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“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
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All this happened, more or less. The war parts, anyway, are pretty much true. One guy I knew really was shot in Dresden for taking a teapot that wasn't his. Another guy I knew really did threaten to have his personal enemies killed by hired gunmen after the war. And so on. I've changed all the names.

I really did go back to Dresden with Guggenheim money (God love it) in 1967. It looked a lot like Dayton, Ohio, more open spaces than Dayton has. There must be tons of human bone meal in the ground.

I went back there with an old war buddy, Bernard V. O'Hare, and we made friends with a cab driver, who took us to the slaughterhouse where we had been locked up at night as prisoners of war. His name was Gerhard Müller. He told us that he was a prisoner of the Americans for a while. We asked him how it was to live under Communism, and he said that it was terrible at first, because everybody had to work so hard, and because there wasn't much shelter or food or clothing. But things were much better now. He had a pleasant little apartment, and his daughter was getting an excellent education. His mother was incinerated in the Dresden fire-storm. So it goes.

He sent O'Hare a postcard at Christmastime, and here is what it said:

"I wish you and your family also as to your friend Merry Christmas and a happy New Year and I hope that we'll meet again in a world of peace and freedom in the taxi cab if the accident will."


"If the accident will."

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<div id="semiTransparentDiv" style="position: absolute; background-color: transparent; filter:alpha(opacity=40);-moz-opacity:.40;opacity:.40; height: 100%; width: 100%; z-index: 1;"></div><div align="justify"> <div id="contentDiv" style="position:relative;z-index:2; padding-bottom:20px;padding-top:10px;padding-left:05px;padding-right:05px;"><font style="color:#e4ffff;font-family:times;font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;letter-spacing:0.0em;word-spacing:0.1em;">All this happened, more or less. The war parts, anyway, are pretty much true. One guy I knew really was shot in Dresden for taking a teapot that wasn't his. Another guy I knew really did threaten to have his personal enemies killed by hired gunmen after the war. And so on. I've changed all the names.

I really did go back to Dresden with Guggenheim money (God love it) in 1967. It looked a lot like Dayton, Ohio, more open spaces than Dayton has. There must be tons of human bone meal in the ground.

I went back there with an old war buddy, Bernard V. O'Hare, and we made friends with a cab driver, who took us to the slaughterhouse where we had been locked up at night as prisoners of war. His name was Gerhard Müller. He told us that he was a prisoner of the Americans for a while. We asked him how it was to live under Communism, and he said that it was terrible at first, because everybody had to work so hard, and because there wasn't much shelter or food or clothing. But things were much better now. He had a pleasant little apartment, and his daughter was getting an excellent education. His mother was incinerated in the Dresden fire-storm. So it goes.

He sent O'Hare a postcard at Christmastime, and here is what it said:

"I wish you and your family also as to your friend Merry Christmas and a happy New Year and I hope that we'll meet again in a world of peace and freedom in the taxi cab if the accident will."


<font style="color:#e9ffff;font-style:italic; font-family:lucidia; font-size: 13px; line-height: 10px;letter-spacing:0.1em; text-shadow: 1px 1px 10px #ffffc3">"If the accident will."</font>

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posted 11-17-2021, 08:12 PM - Word count:
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THEA VANADIUM
WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP WHERE DO WE GO

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Thea Vanadium
Female 2 Mainlander Commonwealth Noblewoman
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diamonds into coal
posted 12-16-2021, 05:46 PM - Word count:
#5
Ever since her little jaunt with their servant girl on her errands, Thea had been interested in visiting more and more places that Roisin haunted in her duties (and some that she didn't). Apparently, the apothecary that provided her mother's 'medicine' was just nearby, and Thea had insisted on running this errand in place of Roisin this time. She had heard... things about Sussex. Something about a crime lord, something about den of miscreants, something about a drunk seagull-- a brothel? Thea felt as if she had been living on top of an anthill andwithout ever having felt their movements, their writings, their stings-- but now? It felt so loud. Now she felt a million different twinges on her nerves, and she had to investigate each one-- like knowing the individual ant who bit her. Maybe she secretly wanted to be an ant, too.

She didn't tell Elias where she was going. She wasn't sure why -- they always shared everything with one another. But for some reason, she wanted to explore alone. And so she wandered until she found the so-called shop front and waited for it's patron. While she waited, she browsed through the various vials and pots and containers filled with plants she'd never heard of or scented in her life. In her mind heavy smoke lingered within the shop, filled the place with haze so that it was hard to define one thing from another.

"Can I help you with something?" a voice asked and she turned. A boy was there behind the counter with eyes brighter than any blue she'd ever seen. Like the sky or the ocean, but quite alive. Brightly alive. Unnervingly so -- right? Or were they... dead?
It was weird, because she felt her heart thud heavily several times and she wondered if she herself was dying. But she didn't die within those few moments, and so she answered.
“I'm here to pick up an order, for Vanadium?”


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<div align="justify"> <div id="contentDiv" style="position:relative; padding-bottom:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-left:0px;padding-right:0px;"><div style="width:405px; height:180px;padding-right:10px;padding-left:10px;padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px; background-color:#ffffff; background-color:rgba(17,24,32,.5); overflow-y: auto;"><font style="color:#d3edef;font-family:times; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;letter-spacing:0.1em;word-spacing:0.2em;">Ever since her little jaunt with their servant girl on her errands, Thea had been interested in visiting more and more places that Roisin haunted in her duties (and some that she didn't).  Apparently, the apothecary that provided her mother's 'medicine' was just nearby, and Thea had insisted on running this errand in place of Roisin this time.  She had heard... things about Sussex.  Something about a crime lord, something about  den of miscreants, something about a drunk seagull-- a brothel?  Thea felt as if she had been living on top of an anthill andwithout ever having felt their movements, their writings, their stings-- but now?  It felt so loud.  Now she felt a million different twinges on her nerves, and she had to investigate each one-- like knowing the individual ant who bit her.  Maybe she secretly wanted to be an ant, too.  

She didn't tell Elias where she was going.  She wasn't sure why -- they always shared everything with one another.  But for some reason, she wanted to explore alone.  And so she wandered until she found the so-called shop front and waited for it's patron.    While she waited, she browsed through the various vials and pots and containers filled with plants she'd never heard of or scented in her life.  In her mind heavy smoke lingered within the shop, filled the place with haze so that it was hard to define one thing from another.  

[i] "Can I help you with something?" [/i] a voice asked and she turned. A boy was there behind the counter with eyes brighter than any blue she'd ever seen.  Like the sky or the ocean, but quite alive.  Brightly alive.  Unnervingly so -- right? Or were they... dead?
  It was weird, because she felt her heart thud heavily several times and she wondered if she herself was dying.  But she didn't die within those few moments, and so she answered.  
<font style="color:#ffffff;font-style:italic; font-family:lucidia; font-size: 14px; line-height: 14px;letter-spacing:0.1em;">“I'm here to pick up an order, for Vanadium?”</font>  


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“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”




and more here and stuff?

“my sin, my soul.”


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Thea Vanadium
Female 2 Mainlander Commonwealth Noblewoman
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Medium • smoke & rain


diamonds into coal
posted 01-03-2022, 04:22 PM - Word count:
#6
All but last coding by Mephy <3

your favorite song
your darkest enigma: shade goddess, coated in a mortal's dainty flesh. emerged from the tar of untouched lands, the devil-woman frames herself as a girl lost beyond graves of salt and ash. she wears a coat of predecessors, midnight condensed into satin robes she worships within. mothers crowned her in goat horns and charcoal, claiming the new iteration of their incarnate. they claim her a violent beauty, a pantheress untamed and unkempt from morals untold. oh goddess, sweet goddess. she has finally come to us.

gothel is a dark woman, donning robes that were crafted by the hands of women scorned. adorning skins of snakes and pelts of panthers, she appears no better than an ebony goddess of occult whispers. she gives the aura of horrific tales from foreign lands, the burnt flesh of women that once loved her. that mouth, coated in lipstick (licorice, asphalt), is ever so vehement of these. how it articulates them, rarely, when it decides to open.

within her attire, gothic in its porportions, she is fearless of bearing skeletal coronets of vanity. how her ears fit perfectly in these, pointed and jaded (replicants of their wearer), coiled as if a viper awaiting to deliver a sweet kiss. it brings out the terrifying nature of the devil-woman, who bears jagged daggers beneath her hallowed gowns and imperiousness. it compliments the sheerness of her, the muscles which twitch beneath her apparel—looming to threaten, harass.

the finale of it details her eyes, which burn with the holy flames she spites the mere sight of, and the lilacs she once laid upon with a siren manifested in nightmares.


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your darkest enigma: shade goddess, coated in a mortal's dainty flesh. emerged from the tar of untouched lands, the devil-woman frames herself as a girl lost beyond graves of salt and ash. she wears a coat of predecessors, midnight condensed into satin robes she worships within. mothers crowned her in goat horns and charcoal, claiming the new iteration of their incarnate. they claim her a violent beauty, a pantheress untamed and unkempt from morals untold. oh goddess, sweet goddess. she has finally come to us.

gothel is a dark woman, donning robes that were crafted by the hands of women scorned. adorning skins of snakes and pelts of panthers, she appears no better than an ebony goddess of occult whispers. she gives the aura of horrific tales from foreign lands, the burnt flesh of women that once loved her. that mouth, coated in lipstick (licorice, asphalt), is ever so vehement of these. how it articulates them, rarely, when it decides to open.

within her attire, gothic in its porportions, she is fearless of bearing skeletal coronets of vanity. how her ears fit perfectly in these, pointed and jaded (replicants of their wearer), coiled as if a viper awaiting to deliver a sweet kiss. it brings out the terrifying nature of the devil-woman, who bears jagged daggers beneath her hallowed gowns and imperiousness. it compliments the sheerness of her, the muscles which twitch beneath her apparel—looming to threaten, harass.

the finale of it details her eyes, which burn with the holy flames she spites the mere sight of, and the lilacs she once laid upon with a siren manifested in nightmares.


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maybe i was born to be mad.
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“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”

“my sin, my soul.”


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Thea Vanadium
Female 2 Mainlander Commonwealth Noblewoman
Undecided

11

posts
90.00

renown
Medium • smoke & rain


diamonds into coal
posted 02-01-2022, 09:24 AM - Word count:
#7


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Thea Vanadium
Female 2 Mainlander Commonwealth Noblewoman
Undecided

11

posts
90.00

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Medium • smoke & rain


diamonds into coal
posted Yesterday, 05:28 PM - Word count:
#8
“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. “my sin, my soul.” But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”

“my sin, my soul.” Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”

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“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. “my sin, my soul.” But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”

“my sin, my soul.” Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”

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Thea Vanadium
Female 2 Mainlander Commonwealth Noblewoman
Undecided

11

posts
90.00

renown
Medium • smoke & rain


diamonds into coal
posted Yesterday, 05:30 PM - Word count:
#9
“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
“You seemed to replace your brain with your heart ."


“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
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“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
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Thea Vanadium
Female 2 Mainlander Commonwealth Noblewoman
Undecided

11

posts
90.00

renown
Medium • smoke & rain


diamonds into coal
posted Yesterday, 05:30 PM - Word count:
#10
THEA     VANADIUM
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