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me @ liesel: HOW do you keep befriending demons!?
liesel: -shrugs-
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//The only one that comes to mind is there was an instance back on my old multi where I saw a mutual (who hasn't been active for a long time now)'s OC get accused of being a "Mary-Sue" by some anon. And I just, I HATE that term with a burning passion and I could never escape it no matter what fandom I was in.
I was so pissed for that mutual that I ended up writing a post calling the anon out for only using Mary-Sue to describe a character that THEY personally don't like. I still stand by it by the way. If you still use "Mary-Sue" in the year 2023 then you are weak and will not survive the winter.
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@walkingshcdow said: As she brushes her teeth and looks into the mirror for the fleetest of seconds, Darcy's eyes glow red beyond her control. In her head, not in the room, but in her she hears a soft, almost gentle male voice she knows all too well.
"Have you missed me, Agent Two?" Stolas asks. "My, it has been quite some time..."
Darcy gasps, dropping her toothbrush onto the sink. She hadn’t heard his voice inside her head for so long it caught her completely off guard. The female agent stared into her mirror where she had seen her eyes glow red for just a split second.
“S-Stolas...?” She breathed, her voice unusually meek and almost hesitant. As if she was afraid she was just imagining his voice. But the truth was she had missed him. Dearly.
Darcy didn’t think she’d miss hearing his voice inside her head but it became a source a comfort to her the more time they spent together. Until one day she stopped hearing him all together. A part of her was terrified that she would never hear from him again. How glad she was to be proven wrong.
"Y-yeah it has been a while hasn’t it...? Was afraid ya just up an’ forgot ‘bout me heheh...”
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Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 28, vol. 18, 12 juillet 1896, Paris. 26. Costume lainage. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney
#Le Petit écho de la mode#19th century#1800s#1890s#1896#periodical#fashion#fashion plate#Forney#dress#costume#suit#wool#gigot#walkingshcdow#collar#lace
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Unprompted - Always Accepting
@villains4hire asked: For Octavia: you are left with an impossible choice... you have to kill either your mother or your father, who do you choose?
She’s silent. Being faced with this choice - this impossible choice -
It hurts. It hurts badly, and even though both of her parents are insistent that they’ll understand - because one of them slept around and made an occasionally testy union even worse, because one of them wasn’t present for the bulk of Octavia’s life and had anger issues to boot, because both Stolas and Stella have had a role in making things so difficult for the trio’s home life ...
But, she knows that they are both trying. They’re trying so hard, and it’s so cruel and unfair to have to kill one of them right when things are getting better, when her mom is reaching out as a parent, when her dad is cutting off that imp, when they’re communicating readily with her and with each other, when mother and father and daughter are all finally, genuinely happy.
In the end, of course, Octavia always was closer to her father.
But that doesn’t make the choice any easier to make.
#:((((((((((((((((((((((((#villains4hire#welcome to the show. ( I C )#so i'm putting my defenses up. ( O C T A V I A )#of rage and love. ( S T E L L A )#walkingshcdow#(tagging b/c a lot of our plots are what should be canon to me lol)#i guess i really just wanted to talk to you. ( A S K S )#hey there to my future self. ( Q U E U E )#aaron don’t look#helluva boss tw
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For the Crown
No one asked for this but YOLO.
The royal study was a surprisingly coy room for one so large. A fire roared in the hearth and a large stained glass skylight filtered colored light down into the room. Large overstuffed barrel armchairs flanked an antique rug, while the walls around were lined with books by the hundreds. The curved walls reached up into graceful arches like the hull of an inverted ship, carved like so many tree limbs growing together. And at the center of it all was a desk fit for a king, intricately carved, full of secret compartments, and wide enough to hold all the correspondence and policy a man could need. There, King Percy Brightstar sat, up to his eyeballs in work, and more than ready for a distraction.
As if on cue, Andrew burst through the door with a pack of papers in his hand, not looking up as he scanned the last paragraph of elvish scrawled in the notes on the dossier, once again checking to make sure he'd gathered all the relevant information.
"Got a new lead on a human wife for ya Pers. Personality is a disaster, but the positioning is perfect. And she looks pretty enough." He grinned and placed a small portrait in front of his brother of a pale human woman with blue-black hair and eyes grey as the sea in a storm. She didn't smile. "Says she speaks elvish if that helps. Lady Keres Whitlock, n.e. Exeltis, of the kingdom of Atril. Daughter of the late sovereigns, before it was taken over by the Witlocks and they adopted her as their ward. They're looking for a nice kingdom far away to marry her off to help clean up the questions of succession in the kingdom. Generally regarded as a bloody nightmare- sharp-tongued, cold, difficult, stubborn, complicated reputation... also supposed to be gorgeous and whip-smart though. No real claim to her own kingdom, no real family to get in the way, no current attachments or offers. And Lenore says they've met."
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What's At Your Core?
raoule: acerbic wit
you're a mentor — an old scarred wolf, an injured soldier, a disgraced paladin. your teachings read as shamelessly pretentious, speaking in rhymes and biting down hard into anyone stupid enough to make the wrong move. this isn't your first life, nor your second, nor your sixth — you'll make the most of your time shackled to this world, no matter how many loops it takes to get it right. with every defeat, you reincarnate; a little smarter, a little quicker, crueler and nastier. will you choose to be brutal, equalizing, that final strike in the face of your enemies? will you go soft, become tender and domesticated? the choice is yours. it's not like i can stop you.
Tagged by: @polarean
Tagging: @imprvdente, @omniishambles (for haymitch or katniss) @reverdies (for javert), @stygicniron, @walkingshcdow (for finnegan)
#;; the discovery of modern love [ raoule ]#||x you have no idea how crucial the timing and location are [ queue ]
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A Vampire and a Ghost
A starter for the lovely @walkingshcdow who I’m so excited to roleplay with!
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There were distinct downsides to being dead, and monotony was one of them. This was the thought that passed through Alek Gwilym’s mind as he passed down one of the many long corridors of Castle Ravenloft for what had to be the hundredth time that day.
Without realizing it, he had ended up floating along the same path he used to patrol when alive in his days as castle steward. Despite the time that had passed, he didn’t have to think too hard on it to imagine the hustle and bustle of servants dashing through the corridors to get some parcel where it needed to be, or to be assigned the unluckiest impossible task of dusting the place.
This castle had not seen such liveliness in centuries, and being bound to its walls Alek wondered if the outside world knew of that liveliness of the past as well or if for them too, it was lost to time. Given the rumors that he had heard murmured by the occasional Barovian mob who dared to enter the castle, or the righteous insults delivered by a pack of gung-ho adventurer’s dead set on murdering Strahd - he doubted it. Everything in this land, just like his lord had become weary and depressing.
If he were alive, perhaps he could abate such feelings with the sensation of alcohol tickling his brain and warming his bones, but the dead got no such luxuries. Should he ever have the chance, the ability to appreciate a bottle of wine like he used to would be first on the long list of things that he yearned to experience again.
The thought crossed his mind of going into Rahadin’s office and blowing his paper’s off of his desk while he was working, just to watch his puzzlement and annoyance as he had to pick them all up, and he let out a soft chuckle. Of course, no one had been able to see him since the day that he died, and the dusk elf would likely haven’t a clue how a breeze got into the lower levels of the keep. Then again - far stranger things had happened in this castle than a mysterious breeze so it was more likely that the current chamberlain wouldn't think too much about it and would simply go back to working while in a worse mood than before.
It wasn’t worth the trouble in the end, but he desperately wished for something to break his silence, and in doing so crafted all sorts of fun little pranks to play on the current residents here. He understood now why poltergeists were always portrayed as such troublemakers in stories, because in an eternity of solitude you became desperate for absolutely anyone to notice you. Truly, this was a hell of its own design.
Alek had never been a pious man, and in the past he had often wondered that if he had maybe prayed a little more often, then maybe he wouldn’t have been stuck here in this form.
No. This was a punishment for staying silent. For falling in line despite his own beliefs.
He stayed far too silent on his objections to Strahd’s wish to study the darkest part of the arcane, and he stayed silent on how he truly felt about him.
Strahd von Zarovich had his curse, and this was Alek Gwilym’s.
Now, every day he had to see the face of his king, general, and the man whom he had secretly loved look straight through him. To not notice that he was here, and in fact, had never left.
He was in the study now where Strahd was quietly working. It was one of the spots in the Castle where if looking, Alek always seemed to be able to find him. He perched himself on the back of one of the lounge chairs, his weightless form not indicating it at all as he stared unabashedly at Strahd with a distinct longing.
The once man-now vampire had remained the same for centuries. Visually anyway… Ever since Alek’s murder, Strahd’s skin had turned a deathly pale and where his ears were once round, now they came to an almost elven point. The most prominent change was -
He wanted to look at his fangs, but ended up fixating on his lips - those damnable lips that he should have kissed forever ago, now drawn into a thin line of concentration as he sat writing there at his desk.
Slipping silently off of his spot atop the chair, Alek floated to him, putting out a hand as if to touch them, knowing full well that even if he could make contact that he wouldn’t feel it and neither would Strahd.
“What have we become, my lord?” He whispered softly, looking down at the other man with a sad smile. “Just a couple of old fools lost in our curses. What I wouldn’t give for just a single day that was like old times.”
With a sad sigh, he sunk down, folding his arms across the desk, and with nothing else to do, he watched with a reminiscent wistfulness as Strahd worked.
#Here you are friend#i made this blog just for you#also i will just put all of my lovely commentary in the tags#<33333#Story: a vampire and a ghost#muse: alek gwilym
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What Brand of Stupid Are You?
Smart Until Infected With Stupid
You think you're safe don't you? You are probably the responsible one in the group, perhaps even the mom friend. You are relatively smart but all it takes is one little thing to suck all your braincells out. It could be hanging around your fellow stupid friends, it could be being left alone, it could be having a bit too much fun. The stupid lives inside you and it just takes the right environment for it to show.
tagged by: @inbox5 & @viictorvandort
tagging: @delanuit @coristories @fantomexnoir @walkingshcdow (multis, it's muse of your choice)
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@walkingshcdow continued from x
When was the last time a demon had spoken to her like she wasn’t dirt on their shoes? A while. Amber eyes glowed dimly as she shrugged her shoulders, “Just waiting for my bus. Only buildings you can go in is if you’re paying for something.” And she didn’t really have the money on her to splurge, though tucked against her chest was a book on native plant life and animals in Hell.
Her tail swished behind her idly, almost jumping at yet another flash and rumble. Taking a deep breath she tried to distract herself as she hummed a soft tune, a song always helped ease her when she was nervous or frightened... but she wasn’t exactly going to sing off stage. The heart haired imp was odd, but not THAT odd.
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" if i had a quarter for every insanely rich guy i knew that was OCD about food i'd have two quarters. which is not a lot, but its funny that it happened twice. "
#/ liesel ivanov / musings#myhiraeth#walkingshcdow#louis meet finnegan#finnegan pls meet louis#form a club abt healthy eating habits pls
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MULTIMUSE MEME
@walkingshcdow said: ⭐ ((I'm getting back into the swing of things and I'd love to write with you again!))
Friend! So glad to see you back on my dash ^^ Of course, you know I'm always down to do more stuff with Stolas and Darcy <3 But I'd love to throw my Beelzebub at Stolas! I believed we also talked about me a possible interaction with either Gabriel, Mayberry, and/or Hestia with Stolas too? Though I understand that was a loooong time ago when we discussed it lmao.
But I also scrolled through your muse list again and I think it'd be interesting to yeet Mabel or Marta at Finnegan/Anna or Kate Sharma at Percy. Annnd that's all I can come up with for right now, but yeah. Would love to write with you again too!
#❖ᴘᴀʏ ɴᴏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀᴛᴀɪɴ: ᴏᴏᴄ#❖ᴀꜱᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ: ᴀꜱᴋꜱ#walkingshcdow
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Ruby, amber, indigo
- I'm a texture person when it comes to food. I'm picky in the sense that if I don't like the texture of certain food then I won't eat it.
- Autumn! For lots of reasons. Halloween being a big one of them. But I also always loved the changing color of the leaves and it's cool enough to wear cute sweaters. Basically the typical reasons why people like fall lol.
- I started roleplaying almost four years ago in December 2019. I started out on a Hazbin Hotel Discord group RP server. It was pretty small and it didn't last that long. But luckily for me, I decided to establish myself on Tumblr a couple months after lol.
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La Belle Assemblée
Published by G. B. Whittaker & Co.
Digital Collections of the Los Angeles Public Library
Volume 11, Number 69, September 1830, Plate 74.
Walking Dress, Full Dress, and Carriage Dress
The woman on the left is wearing a peach-colored Walking dress with gigot sleeves. She is wearing yellow gloves and a white handkerchief is in her right hand. She is wearing a yellow capote decorated with flowers, bows, and lappets. The woman in the center is wearing a white Full dress with a red bodice. She is wearing elbow-length, white gloves, necklaces, and earrings. Her hair is decorated with a bandeau and a veil. The woman on the right is wearing a carriage dress with gigot sleeves. She is wearing yellow gloves, a necklace, earrings, and a pink shawl around her shoulders. She is wearing a hat decorated with flowers, bows, and lappets.
#La Belle Assemblée#19th century#1800s#1830s#1830#periodical#fashion#fashion plate#dress#color#retouch#whittaker#lapl#peach#walkingshcdow#gigot#yellow#white#capote#lappets#full#red#bodice#bandeau#veil#carriage#pink#shawl
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SEND MY MUSE ANONS PRETENDING TO BE SOMEONE THEY CARE ABOUT. THE TWIST: MAKE THESE ANONS AS HEARTBREAKING, DISAPPOINTING, OR ANGER-INDUCING AS POSSIBLE. - Accepting
A Shy Heart asked: Stella, I'm glad I cheated on ya. Yer a fat ugly halfbreed, a freak of nature with a piss-poor personality. Plus you smell like shit by the way.
“Oh? Impersonating my husband, are we?”
She might be smiling, but there’s a dangerous glint in her eyes -
A glint that only sharpens as her cassowary claw slices across the imposter’s midsection.
“You know nothing of my beloved - as evident by that disgusting manner of speaking. Wait here and bleed out, won’t you? The real Stolas can use you to feed our lovely carnivorous plants.”
- feat. @walkingshcdow
#im sorry but i couldn't have her act as that was stolas speaking when he doesn't talk like that#also uh. idk why so many anons are ''you smell bad'' in my inbox lately?????#welcome to the show. ( I C )#i guess i really just wanted to talk to you. ( A S K S )#of rage and love. ( S T E L L A )#walkingshcdow#you will be okay. ( walkingshcdow )#look how far we've come. ( V . walkingshcdow )#i'm shy ; can't you see? ( A N O N )#knocking on heaven's door. ( V )#adultery tw#aaron don’t look#helluva boss tw#blood tw#violence tw
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