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Saskia De Brauw @ Versace Atelier Spr/Sum 2023

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Porcelain dress. Porcelain flesh.

I guess I'm in the translucent dress phase these days✨

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sanctified-sanctuary · 15 days

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cecilie bahnsen | fall 2024

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sanctified-sanctuary · 16 days

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Morticia & Gomez Addams in The Addams Family (1991).

#⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ Always The Hunter Never The Hunted {Valentine x Evangeline}#⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ Valentine #⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ Evangeline #⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ queue #// this is so them core fr I love my little beasties

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sanctified-sanctuary · 16 days

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haven’t slept and I’m mobile posting but my Zeke muse is Active ™ he’s worming his fallen high angel ass into my brain, the dynamic difference between he who has fallen as a 6 wing angel and Cassian who is in the early stages of the fall as a 4 wing angel, chefs kiss mwah mwah mwah

#// it’s like when ur a kid starting to do religious deprograming #// versus ur adult self happily vibing post religious separation after you find yourself #// to be deleted

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sanctified-sanctuary · 17 days

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Muse Preferences

( Jekyll )

favorite fruit(s) : pomegranates favorite activity(ies) : people watching on Earth, pack hunting, teasing Adora, underground nightlife favorite flower(s) : spider lilies favorite season(s) : fall favorite insect(s) : N/A, he never saw many in hell and has little interest in those of the mortal planes favorite animal(s) : redbelly snakes favorite gem(s) : dragon garnet favorite time of day : twilight

( Adora )

favorite fruit(s) : nectarines favorite activity(ies) : going to underground raves, teasing Jekyll, club dancing, sleeping in the sun favorite flower(s) : calla lilies favorite season(s) : spring favorite insect(s) : pink saturn moth, moon moths in general favorite animal(s) : hounds favorite gem(s) : moonstone favorite time of day : twilight

( Hunter )

favorite fruit(s) : pomegranates, tart apples favorite activity(ies) : reading, practicing witchcraft, detailing their grimoire, writing lyrics favorite flower(s) : lavender, foxglove, deadly nightshade favorite season(s) : winter favorite insect(s) : bit of an entomophobe, but orchid mantis if they had to choose favorite animal(s) : rabbits and hares favorite gem(s) : lavender jade favorite time of day : dawn

( Zeke )

favorite fruit(s) : figs, persimmons, they're as close to what he ate in his home plane as he can get now favorite activity(ies) : writing music and performing, clubbing with Adora, resting with Hunter, hunting with Jekyll favorite flower(s) : white roses, bleeding-hearts favorite season(s) : summer favorite insect(s) : white angel moth favorite animal(s) : cats favorite gem(s) : sunstone favorite time of day : late morning

Tagged by ⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ @hopeharmed ⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ {absolutely ages ago ily tho)

#// decided to catch up on some old tags to intro some of my lesser known babes #// aka my demon quad #// oh how I do adore them #⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ Jekyll #⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ Adora #⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ Hunter #⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ Zeke #⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ queue #⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ tagged meme #⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ dash game #// I've also canonized Zeke is a true fallen angel unlike Cass who is not completely fallen but not completely faithful

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(I'm around mostly lurking bc I haven't sat down at my computer much the last few weeks to refill my queue, but I know I have a few responses to get back promise (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) )

#⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ voice of god -- OOC posting

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sanctified-sanctuary · 2 months

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Theodore Roethke

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what the fuck is rizz. tell me i’m the knife you twist inside yourself

#⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ Valentine #⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ My Bloodless Valentine {Salvatore x Valentine}#⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ This Curse Is Your Eternal Blessing (Ambrosia + Aizul)#⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ Ambrosia #⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ queue #⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ musings #⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ Always The Hunter Never The Hunted {Valentine x Evangeline}#⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ Evangeline #⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ Yours A Demon Living Mine Are Demons Dead {Nemesis + Evangeline}#// just all of them #// all of them at once

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1998, Versace

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“She is a beauty. Yes, a marble nymph; angelic eyes, unearthly lips…”

— Alexander Pushkin, from The Collected Works; “A Suite of Lighted Rooms,”

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Olivie Blake

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Gossamer wings

Transparent strings

Tomorrow greets yesterday

Like all the words on replay

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Kate Beckinsale in VAN HELSING (2004) dir. Stephen Sommers

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sanctified-sanctuary · 2 months

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*I believe you*, her words echo in his mind as he pauses wringing his hands and looks at her with hope. Cassian’s involuntary nonverbal response puffs the feathers on his wings, his chest warming slightly, he keeps his heart on his sleeve these days knowingly or otherwise. His own story is one wrought with pain, and he would never inflict that retelling upon anyone unless they expressed true interest and understanding - perhaps Nunnally is the only person who could?

Cassian flew too close to the sun, truly an Icarus in his own right, gaining too deep a familiarity with humanity. Even possibly falling in love with them - with Auri- the thought isn’t allowed to cross his mind before she resumes speaking.

He hangs on her every word, the reassurance he sought being given, permission to stay. Perhaps the obedience he wished to rebel against as a child was deeper etched than he realized.

〝I- thank you Nunn, I didn’t wish to leave so soon. I will if you tell me to but- but I would like to stay at least a bit longer.〞 His eyes dart between her face and the shelves supporting his weight as he cannot trust his shaking legs to remain standing with the adrenaline rushing through him.

Cass’s breath sticks in his throat, afraid even a slight breeze would shatter this moment like a dream forgotten upon waking. As she steps closer the nervous pit in his stomach redoubles, but he’s trusting her- he has to trust her- and it seems she’s doing the same.

〝Yes I… a lot’s happened in only a few years. Humanity is- is quite infectious.〞 His voice is whisper quiet as well, wavering but sincere. The desire to know Nunnally and be known in return is strong, but he can’t allow it to overtake him in case she pulls away again, he doesn’t want to be disappointed.

Though it seems he had little to worry about, her admissions causing an innocent flush across his features.

〝That would be lovely, thank you. I happen to be quite interested in research as of late, the things that make humanity so human. I don’t see the harm in learning about who you’ve become.〞 Shy is an understatement, with the warmth across his cheeks he’s finding it hard to look anywhere besides the patterns on the floor. One arm crossed his chest to rub hesitant circles into his bicep while his free hand slips into a pocket to hide.

While Cassian has held this form his entire lifecycle, he feels increasingly unsure of what to do with his gangly limbs the longer they speak. His eyes are soft and half lidded, his smile slight like the Mona Lisa but genuinely happy, showing a side of rare vulnerability exposed because of her acceptance. Feathers still ruffled and poofy give away his internal dialogue of renewing comfort around Nunnally, an angelic aura of warmth and repose radiating off him in gentle waves easier felt the closer she comes.

A place to stay? A bid for his company? It brings his attention back to her, widened bronze eyes searching her own to discern the truth behind her offer, seeing honesty reflected back. 〝I have a person- um a place. I have a place. But- well I wouldn’t mind visiting if you’ll have me? I tend to stay out at night more than travel during the daylight hours, it’s easier on my physical form these days. That and I don’t make a habit of being seen at all; makes for quite the combination of avoiding people.〞

The hand rubbing circles into his bicep comes to rest in his hair, almost apologetic for hiding all this time intentionally or otherwise.

〝I’m sorry again for acting like that, when I saw you I just,〞 a deep breath he forgot he was holding released as his shoulders sagged, 〝I just thought you would want to see the old me. It’s been difficult adjusting to this life, sometimes it feels easier to put on the act, and I don’t often see old friends without being fearful.〞 Fear of rejection, of harm, of being reported, of being captured, fear of returning to the place he can no longer call home.

You didn’t need to be an angel to feel the tension in the air, but Cass did his best to cut it. 〝You come here often, so are you taking courses? I’ve sat in on a few lectures here and there it seems like a well enough university.〞

She doesn’t expect her words to have such an effect on Cassian. Nunnally just wants him to leave. To leave her alone. He was someone alike to a friend back then, when a little princess (or a lost girl) was looking for some solitude, independence…and adventure. Cassian was a companion of all these small shenanigans and mischiefs, but a proud and judgmental prince of heaven was not someone she is needing right now. During her escapade. Her escape...

As the so-wanted-book is dropped into her hands and the treasure is pressed to her chest tightly, Nunnally can focus on Cassian; watching an angel in a form she has never seen before. In front of her, Nunnally doesn’t see the entitled divine angel, but rather a confused creature much like herself. ( “Did something happen?” ); she wants to ask as she starts to feel sympathy for her old friend. But she remains silent; accepting a soft rag handed to her.

Anxiety. Nervousness. Some unexpected shyness. Not an emotionless divine being but a human-alike creature displaying his insecurities… Is Cassian actually embarrassed? This last thought makes Nunnally feel awkward. Perhaps also embarrassed: --

“T-thank you…” – she stutters reminding herself of the pleasantries, before he changes in front of her. His-then-white wings are not there anymore. Instead, there is something else. A prove that Cassian rejected his future? A prove that he has chosen a different path? A sign of his fall? Or of his freedom? Nunnally doesn’t know and does not feel she has a right to ask.

There they stand. Once proud (and loved) children of the opposite forces, now abandoned and discarded. Guilty. Frightened, but still with the promise of the greatness.

“I believe you.” – Nunnally finally breaks the silence – “And even if I didn’t, it would be highly unlikely they sent you.” – she doesn’t feel she needs to explain it. But even though Nunnally can now be happy to see him, she doesn’t know h o w to act. His sudden appearance, now not-so-unwanted, has ruined her peace of mind, her focus on her plan (if one could even call it 'a plan'). She is now looking at her feet, desperately trying to find something to talk about. An awkward conversation would be better than an awkward silence…? But all that comes to her mind are questions she doesn’t want to ask. It’s not even that she doesn’t want to know. But wouldn’t it require her to share her own story as well? Something she’s not really willing to do. How could she admit to anyone (and yet to him alone) that she betrayed her own father? Disobeyed him for selfish reasons? For something that shouldn’t matter…

…and then she hears him wanting to leave…

(“Oh, no! Cassian!”); she screams internally….!

“I…” – she starts, but she doesn’t recognize her own voice; Nunnally licks her lips and swallows nervously before she is able to continue – “I…I am glad you did come to me.” – finally she smiles; it’s not an entirely relaxed smile, but it is genuine – “Though you have to understand that there’s not much left of Nunnally you used to know…”

A pause.

“But it seems you have also changed…quite a lot…” – almost a whisper into his ear, as she takes a step closer – “But that’s all right…it’s not that I don’t like what I see…” – she isn’t sure what she sees, but there’s definitely some more kindness and some unknown shyness in him – “We’ll just have to learn ourselves again, I think.”

Will he understand that she still value their friendship? But was whatever was bonding them 'a friendship'? Did (or do) any of them truly understand the meaning of this word?

“I…I am now living close by if…if you need a place to stay…” – a hidden invitation, although probably he had a place to go; creatures like them had their ways in the world of humans. They were still above them…with their abilities.

“I also come here often…it’s surprising we haven’t met before…”

“I am glad you came to help me…” – she points at the book; it feels awkward, but at least they are having a conversation…

#⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ Cassian #⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ threads #⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ queue #lured-into-wonderland #// yes you did!#// wings are fully out just only she can see them kinda deal #// man I love the dynamic it's nice they get some healing #// she is free to reach out and touch if you want her to!

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sanctified-sanctuary · 2 months

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He hardly humors the thought of her would be distraction, to even pretend that either of them are injured pulls at his heart in ways he doesn’t appreciate. Perhaps they could lure the duo out under false premises- its true their target was the one who went after Saint so who’s to say he still wouldn’t hold interest there?

A monster they are not, though Cassian is willing to cross that line to prevent Auri from making that decision should it come down to it.

〝Since you’re eager to jump straight into the line of fine I suppose I have my work cut out for me.〞 A dry laugh lingers in his chest, 〝still I would appreciate it if you didn’t go all the way- let me take care of the worst of it please…〞 Saint still needs you after all.

A sigh and a squeeze of their form curled on his lap, 〝of course I will, I have much to think about I doubt I’ll find myself wanting for a distraction. Besides who else is better fit to watch over you than an angel, Dove?〞

Another slight blessing of warmth is channeled to her tired form, there is not a being on or off this plane that would disturb their sleep tonight. The distress of the coming days would do plenty of that.

tracing patterns , auri nods as cassian speaks . they know that they make him feel calmer — but she assumes it was a result of their bond , and not because of . . . well , his more angellic traits .

they are only human , after all , and auri can only do and know so much . vampires were easier to deal with — far , far easier than werewolves . but his reassurance does offer her some sense of security — like they'd made the right decision in confiding in him . she didn't want to have to rely on his strength in a situation akin to this one , but cassian was the only one she trusted enough not to get killed over it .

( because saint . . . no , they dread to think . )

「 we could create a diversion . pull the injured card , smear some blood all over one of us and corner him that way . whether or not he'd fall for it , though . . . 」

auri yawns into the back of her hand ; giving his arm a squeeze as he kisses the top of their head . cassian is right — why should they resort to violence immediately ?

unlike them , auri isn't a monster , after all .

when he confirms that he's not going to leave though , auri curls into cassian a little more , embracing his warmth and letting the tension melt away from her frame . relaxed . 「 how far ? as far as it takes , cassian . if he's reacting like this , they're clearly hiding . . . something . or have something to hide from . 」

「 but we'll worry about it in the morning . do you . . . want to stay here ? like this ? i don't want you to get bored . 」

#⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ Cassian #⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ You Who Art The Wind Beneath My Wings (Auri x Cassian)#⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ threads #⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ queue #hopeharmed #// trying to shake off the rust so this feels a little clunky but!#// finally! Back! Rrraaaaaa #// I also know you wanted to pull in 2 of ur other fellas idk if you wanted to mention them or properly meet just lmk!#// I am always here for our kiddos interacting

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