THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE.

so, I wasn't planning on doing this tonight, but now that this account is glitched, I have no choice. I'll be archiving and moving fully to my new blog tonight! I have been working all day on this move, and I am so unbelievably excited.

but I have something I need and want to say before I fully finish up and archive – this new blog is a fully fresh start for me. I won't be refollowing everyone I currently follow here, I'm still going to be incredibly selective, and I'll be even more private. tumblr has become a difficult place for me the last few years, and my love and desire to write suffered heavily because of it. I'm ready to make maleficent a safer and healthier experience, like I've needed to for years. if I don't refollow you, it is absolutely nothing personal! I need to keep the new account a little more tight knit, or I'm gonna overwhelm myself like I always tend to.

so. yeah. I need to figure out what's left to do, and then uh — I'm doing it.

edit: I uh. fixed the glitch. but it got me to bite the bullet so aLL IS WELL.

— OUT !   I’m moving all my lore over to the new blog, and going through all my metas and whatnot just really drives home ... this bitch is so stupid

— OUT !    I’m going to starbucks and getting some cold brew, and then I’m chilling here all day motherfuckers.

— OUT !   I am so emo about min tonight and I don’t even know where it came from

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A FAUX LOOK OF CURIOSITY CROSSES her face. arm extended upward, leaning against the bathroom doorframe. minerva looks down, and a gasp falls from painted lips.   “ well, would you look at that? ”   she exclaims. gaze returning to ev, with a half-cocked grin,   “ ... it seems it is! ”   the button up hangs off minerva’s thin frame. perfectly concealing the lack of anything else. held together only by a couple buttons around her abdomen, the dark ink of her stomach tattoo barely visible beneath white fabric. eyes alight, she poorly stifles a giggle.  “ I’m sorry, honey. ”

THE ROOM WAS THICK WITH SILENCE. accompanied with the smell of alcohol, it was no surprise karen wasn’t doing well. with eyes only, minerva gestures gaston and ev from the room. sometimes there were occurrences only a best friend could manage. this was one minerva had been dreading since the earliest days of their friendship. the death of karen’s father came with much more than traditional mourning. it presented challenges that, selfishly, none of them wanted to face. but more important, challenges they did not want karen to face.

minerva perches herself on the edge of the coffee table. facing karen, she reaches out to seize the emptied wine glass within the woman’s palm.   “ karen, if you really want to go to indiana, that’s fine. but we’re not letting you go alone. ”  minerva’s voice is gentle. careful with her words, she seeks nothing but to comfort. if there was anything she could do, it was that. there was nothing minerva wouldn’t do for karen - even trudging to the middle of no where to keep karen’s horrid mother at bay. 

minerva splits what little remained within the bottle; half into karen’s already stained cup, and some into a small solo cup nearby. minerva toasts.   “ we love you — and we have your back, darling. me, ev, gaston. all of us. we’re going with you. ”

MINERVA’S NECK ACHED from how fast she turned. the heat of the cigarette was all one could see upon the dark roof. not even the faint glow of surrounding buildings was enough to illuminate them. minerva was almost grateful for such a thing; it kept karen from seeing the dampness upon thin features.

“ yeah. ”   the sniffle was the unavoidable tell that accompanied the lie. damn it. it was a pointless attempt overall, if anyone knew her it was the blonde. but reflex was reflex. minerva straightened her back to the best of her abilities. the sudden realization washing over her that she may have been gone from the party much longer than intended. several crushed cigarettes hidden beneath heeled foot. mindless and tired, she sat. it wasn’t often her and ev quipped in front of others. but when such an occurrence took place, embarrassment overtook any frustration or anger. 

minerva wipes her eyes with the back of her wrist. makeup be damned, it was all gone.   “ I’m sorry, ”   she soothes,   “ — I didn’t mean to run off. ”

“ patience, diaval. ”   maleficent drawls. a hint of a laugh sewn within her tone. it takes a moment for eyes to tear off of the lanky prince they’d been spying on. head cocking to the side.   “ — and here I thought you were the levelheaded one between us. ”   she knows well that to be a lie. they were nothing if not a duo of equal chaos. even she knew better than to behead the boy just yet. even if there was nothing that would bring her more joy. maleficent had to be honest with herself — for once in her life. the boy could be the answer. the dusk of the curse was rapidly approaching, their options dwindling. and although her skin burned with frustration watching him make eyes at the young princess, she needed to acknowledge that true love was not entirely off the table. her own options be damned.

gaze falls to the happy couple once more. phillip’s departure ripping a hum from maleficent’s throat.   “ go. follow him. ”   the order clear and without hesitation.   “ do not lose his scent. not until we are sure. ”

EYES ROLL IN AN INSTANT WHEN EVELYN’S back turns. although she does glance again; she wouldn’t put it past ev to possess eyes within the back of her skull. patience. she almost huffs again at the mere thought. minerva simply had no desire for such a thing. not when the room was a little too hot, her dress a little too itchy, and the need for the soft embrace of their bed a little too distracting. pointless, all of it. though she knew arguing with her wife was a losing battle, she succeeded well in the business of pouting. fingertips smoothing over that of crimson acrylic, tapping then upon the arm of the chair.

cold champagne is lifted to her lips. wrist going limp and off to the side after the bubbly indulgence.   “ ev, must we really stay any longer? ”   she asks. a whine to her tone; uncommon for minerva, but certainly not impossible. knowing well it had only been a minute’s time since her previous inquiry. soft murmurs were all that remained of the gala. all interest minerva had possessed having died down hours prior. if her patience hadn’t already thinned, it was at risk for near extinction at such point.  “ I’m growing tired, darling. aren’t you? ”

— OUT !   who told her she should be this fucking pretty?