Thanks for taking the time to read these! I’ll keep them as short and to the point as I can.
General:
♛ I’m mutuals-only for everything except ooc memes. This means that ic memes, starter calls, open starters, etc., are for people I follow only, unless otherwise stated. I check my followers every week or so, so don’t be discouraged if I don’t follow you right away.
♛ Don’t godmod, don’t assume the mun equals the muse, and don’t give your character knowledge they shouldn’t have ic. Yada yada, you know the drill.
♛ A few things I won’t follow for/will unfollow if I see, just to keep myself comfortable: If the mun is below 17 and/or I can’t find your age on your blog, if you don’t tag show/ship/character hate, vagueblogging, or general negativity, if you don’t tag nsfw. I also am not interested in writing with characters from any anime fandoms, the hannibal fandom (or anything to do with cannibalism), real-life muses, god/jesus/emmanuel blogs, fnaf, or specifically deadpool. Not my thing, but you do you!
♛ I write with small text and icons. I don’t mind if you don’t, but I’ll make it all small when I reply, just for the aesthetics of it. If you have any vision problems, let me know, and I won’t use small texts for our threads! If you want to turn a meme reply into a thread, go for it! But copy/paste or make a new post, or I won’t reply. I don’t like reblogging asks. Again, ~aesthetic~.
♛ I really prefer plots over winging it. Hop into my im/askbox with a couple ideas, and I’ll love you forever. Once we have something established, though, I’m game to throw stuff all over the place.
♛ I'm slow af. Seriously. I have four other blogs, two jobs, and a life. I’m way more likely to do low-commitment things over im and skype than anything else. I love worldbuilding, and I find it easier that way.
The Muse:
♛ Regina is problematic af. Seriously. She has warped views on mental illness, sexuality, fidelity, personal boundaries, and sees no issues with murder, torture, manipulation, or whatever else might get her what she wants. She’s a serial adulteress with anyone she finds attractive. I want you all to know I don’t take these topics lightly. I’m neurodivergent and biro/ace. Regina does not equal me.
♛ While we’re on sexuality – I’ll ship anything. Toxic shit is my lifeblood, and that’s really all Regina can do most of the time. Regina is bisexual, heteroromantic, and polyamorous (though the last part, she doesn’t recognize). She falls fast and hard for people, but getting her to admit that is next to impossible. Basically, she’ll jump into anyone’s bed without a second thought, but shipping with her is a little bit harder. I also love any chance Regina has at platonic friendship, but it’s really difficult for her to accept a relationship like that.
♛ There will be a lot of triggering content on this blog, dark themes, and in the case of her marriage, abuse and marital rape. Everything will be tagged, and I’m 100% okay with tagging anything you need. I ask that in return, you tag anything to do with cannibalism or hannibal, eye gore (visual only), and fnaf. Other than that, I’m good!
The Mun:
♛ I’m Thalia, cisfemale (she/her/hers), 22, and living in CST. I'm much friendlier than I sound, I promise. Other blogs are x, x, x, and x. No password or whatever, if you break one of the rules I’ll remind you nicely. We’re all human.
It’s snowing the day you’re born - big, fat, white crystals gathering on the sidewalks and the streets. Children are outside trying to make snowmen out of the powdery substance, but it won’t hold together. Inside the hospital room, you’re wailing – your father smiles when he tells your mother that he’s sure you’ll never shut up.
It’s snowing again the night after your mother’s funeral, as you stare out the window watching it fall in the night. You’re sixteen and grieving, and all you can think of is how your mother used to sit on the window seat with you and laugh about boys and life and sip hot chocolate, while your stocking feet rested between you both. You don’t cry, and you feel guilty for it. You almost never cry after that night.
It’s not snowing when your father texts you to tell you not to come home from university for Christmas – but your breath frosts in the air and your cheeks sting as you stare at the screen, hardly surprised and aching inside all the same. He has to work, he says. You know he’s probably having some new affair (it’s not an affair if he’s not married, but it is, it is). The poet’s mind inside of you tells you that somehow the cold does the moment justice. You take note of the cold from then on.
It’s sleeting when you run from the flat you share with your boyfriend, shaking and sobbing for once in your life, your tears freezing against your hot skin. The blood on your fingertips cools too quickly, but you can still somehow feel the heat – the heat of the fear and adrenaline, of striking out to defend yourself from another bruise, another mark, and the heat of terror when you hear his skull crack open on the corner of the countertop. Your toes ache with the cold, and rather than dwell on the horror you’ve just committed, you latch on to that feeling as you run and keep running. Regina Trevathan disappears into the night, and the murder is never solved.
It’s snowing when he first approaches you – again, it’s the cold that trickles down your spine under the intense gaze of a boy who can’t be older than eighteen – and when he propositions you, you laugh. You don’t have an interest in someone a decade your junior, and you brush him off. You have a job to get to - Regina Scott has a life. A lonely one, hiding and staying away from other human beings, but a life, nonetheless.
You shouldn’t have.
When he shows up again, it’s cute, when you reject him a third time, it’s annoying. But the flowers and the visits in the moments when you believe yourself to be alone take on a far more threatening nature, though he remains as polite as always. And when he finally reveals who he is, it’s the cold that seeps in again, into your blood and your bones. The boyish face hides a soul billions of years old, drenched in blood and war and the whispers of stories that date back centuries.
He’s Gabriel, fallen archangel and King of the Third Kingdom of Hell.
And you can only say no to him for so long before fearing for your life. He wants you – so you let him take you. There’s hope that a heated night in his bed will be enough, and it almost is - but as you leave, a parting shot, a scathing remark in an attempt to retain your dignity seals your fate. He still wants you.
It’s a slippery slope, you soon find. Darkness will always overcome the light, because before the light comes, the darkness is there waiting for it. And the cold that has followed you all your life gives way to the heat of passion and the slow, maddening realization that maybe (just maybe), this man could be more than you thought of. That maybe, he’s the key to everything your life has denied you.
Maybe, he’s the best thing that ever happened to you.
(He’s not.)
When you look back on that moment, there is a hollow sort of regret that comes with it. You were young, and you were naive. You were human, too – before the torture, before the endless days of screaming and begging for release – before he warped your soul to give you the immortality he’d promised. Before he made you into a demon.
It’s that imprint, his fiery mark seared onto your frozen soul that seals the deal. You become someone the little girl in the cold would never recognize. They call you Queen, but your enemies are many. He calls you wife, but your marriage is empty. You find new conquests - new challenges. Hell. His generals. New lovers. The last archangel. They all fall at your feet, and still - you are insatiable, you are fire and brimstone and you are the wrath of hell.
(You are lost, but he can never know.)
Eternity stretches out before you, endless and frightening, but the mere idea of death is enough to keep you going - searching and fighting and conquering. You are Regina Simmons. You are the Queen of Hell.
There’s no turning back now.
Fandomless Demon Queen OC.
Mutuals only.Written by Thalia.Mun & Muse of age.
Highly triggering and nsfw.
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#ambiitchious.
