#(i appreciate them both so much agdgd)

[theaterism]

[ breakfast ]  to surprise my muse with breakfast in bed (for fox!! <3)

valentine’s inbox memes - accepting

four things woke him at different times that morning.

first, when dawn had barely begun to brighten the attic: the shuffling sound of victor sliding on his boots and his careful steps down the stairs. leaving for an early morning walk, foxtrot guessed. he rolled over and slipped asleep again. second: when the theater kitten jumped onto his chest for attention (and for fun). they both fell asleep once he had pet her for a while. third, when the kitten had vanished and birds began to sing outside: charlie grumbling about needing to wake up early to finish painting a prop. her departing footsteps sounded more like stomps. foxtrot blearily savored the moment of peace and quiet afterward before dozing off again.

the fourth time, he couldn’t pinpoint what stirred him awake first. perhaps the footsteps approaching his bed, or the scent of food, or wren’s familiar presence, like sensing the sun through closed eyes.

either way, foxtrot opened his eyes with a sleepy hum of curiosity and turned his head to see wren. a smile tugged at his lips at the sight of them alone. a moment later, realizing the meaning of the tray of food in their hands: “oh.” it came out soft and a bit hoarse, tinged with something close to wonder.

he pushed himself upright, his grin widening. “you’ve brought me breakfast. in bed.” obvious. amusement laced his tone and glimmered in his eyes, though a flush crept across his face as well. because they had brought him breakfast in bed. he ran a hand through his loose hair in a fruitless effort to tidy it, still half-asleep and half-convinced he was dreaming. “you beat me to doing something for valentine’s day.” a jest. appreciation and fondness warmed his voice, and he beamed at them. “a bit dangerously cheesy, really, but wonderful as well.” you’re wonderful. he didn’t mind waking up this time in the slightest.

[hearthtales]

Maude thanked him for retrieving the box. Once he chose a new room, she gave him the key. Room 208. It overlooked the grounds behind the inn, like his old room, but its windows did allow more natural light. The innkeeper requested that Samhain return the key to his old room once he’d finished moving out.

While Samhain switched rooms, Maude kept herself busy. She had already set out breakfast in the dining room, but she brought a basket filled with rhubarb scones and napkins to the hearth room as well. This guest had promised not to stain her books, after all, so she decided it would be safe. For herself, she also gathered crafting supplies from various drawers and cupboards. Scissors, twine, twigs stripped of leaves, fancy beads, and so on. She settled herself in her usual chair in the hearth room, with her supplies and the wooden box arranged on a table beside it.

By the time Samhain returned, Maude had started crafting a new protective ward. Her steady fingers wrapped silvery wire around twigs, securing them together in a triangular pattern. The wooden box was now open. It held paper-thin leaves with their green pulp removed, revealing the intricate vein systems within them. Leaf skeletons. They were fragile, ghostly things of pale brown and white.

What books did she enjoy reading? “The forgotten ones, mostly.” An immediate reply, though her focus on the unfinished ward didn’t waver. Maude spoke as she tied a red bead to the twigs. “The ones that get lost on shelves in shops, you know, or trapped under piles of other books. And once you’ve opened them, you can’t stop reading.” Maude’s expression had grown somewhat distant. “Used to spend hours hunting them down. Especially the ones on plants and the like. A bit like treasure-hunting, it is.”

The innkeeper inhaled, tugging herself back from memories, and reached for the scissors. “What about you, hm? D’you only like books on mediating and rivers? Or… perhaps ones on magic as well?” A snip of severed thread. Slyness curved into Maude’s smile as she looked at Samhain at last, along with a warm hint of something like approval. “The barrier you put in your old room was rather good, by the way.”

“Obstructs sunlight, does it?”

She's not buying it. Obviously, it wasn't the best excuse but it was the only thing he could think of since there was virtually nothing wrong with the room. Well, except of course the mysterious creature lurking about and stalking him every minute of the day but he wouldn't mention that just yet.

It was such a weak-handed excuse, Samhain expected to be refused right away. His alternative was to limit magick-use in his room as much as possible, which he didn't really mind but it was going to slow progress down quite a lot. Their eyes met and he could visibly see Maude soften as she sighed. She agreed! Surprise and relief lit his face until she added "On one condition, though."

He listened intently, his expression suddenly serious and wondering what she would ask of him. “See that box, up there?”

Samhain looked up and spotted it right away. He turned back to her as she explained what she wanted and chuckled back, his expression matching hers in lightheartedness. "Ah can certainly manage that. Thank you, Ms. Haven," he replied.

He reached up and retrieved the wooden box easily and passed it to her. Favor achieved, Samhain asked for the room further down the hall whose windows he assured allowed more daylight. Not 207, mind you - that one's occupied. Not wanting to waste another minute, he quickly cleared up his former room and moved to the next. He hoped this way, and together with the river stones, Bran could rest proper while he stayed at their inn. Soon enough, Samhain rejoined Maude in the hearth room - after all, he had very few belongings to begin with.

"What kind o'books do you enjoy reading, ma'm?" the ghoul asked, idly exploring her collection on the bookshelves.

[theaterism]

@castelleve

!! okay so. u asked three questions abt the florist, which is wonderful, but i also physically cannot be concise when it comes to them, so i needed to split this answer from the others bc it became an Essay agdgd i’ll post answers to your other questions soon!! <3 also totally no pressure to read this bc it is,, Long,,

headcanons a-z - no longer accepting

F - Friend - What kind of friend are they? How do they judge potential friends? Where do they draw the line between platonic and romantic relationships? How far would they go for a friend? How do they handle conflict in relationships?

tl;dr: they’re a wild friend who loves teasing, offering treats, and storytelling; they judge potential friends based on uniqueness, how amusing they are, their storytelling skill, and their attitude toward plants; they do not experience romantic attraction; they are self-centered and would not go very far for a friend; they handle conflict by trying to Not handle it.

now,,, the Essay,,,,

the florist is not a good friend in general (by human standards, at least). they are selfish by nature and have a shallow sense of loyalty. this doesn’t mean they can’t show kindness or form attachments, but in the end, they will prioritize their own amusement and safety over the well-being of others.

they don’t treat friends much differently from non-friends aside from being more likely to offer them tea and treats (given more freely) and slightly less likely to trick them. they are also very much a storytelling friend who enjoys both telling tales and listening to them. they will still tease friends, but their teasing will usually be a bit gentler and more affectionate. the florist does not experience romantic attraction, so any closer relationships are purely platonic.

they will never risk their life for a friend, but they may, on occasion, risk injury. they will absolutely joke about it or complain about it afterward, though.

the florist exclusively seeks friendships with individuals who will provide them with amusement/entertainment in some way. they have lived a long, long time and met many, many people, so they are only interested in those who stand out to them. this means most of their friends are Weird and/or Chaotic in some way. the florist thinks of them like rare plants. they like watching humans and learning about them, but they still don’t truly understand humans, so they tend to get along better with non-humans.

they consider olive their Assistant (affectionate) rather than their friend, but she is a good example of the rare kind of human who stands out to them. she mainly caught their attention because she is so logical, stubborn, and self-reliant that she is immune to the florist’s word mazes, which daze most other humans (as well as many non-humans). the florist finds this fascinating. her blood magic fascinates them as well. they also find amusement in her prickly demeanor, though it can exasperate them when she fails to appreciate their humor. they treat her like a cactus and embrace the challenge of living with her.

in terms of other qualities that make someone Friend-Worthy, the florist likes those who appreciate Aesthetics, who treat plants nicely, who enjoy games and storytelling, and who do not mock their past mistakes. if someone mistreats a plant and shows no remorse, the florist will lose all respect for them.

currently, for several reasons, the florist does not have many friends. however, they do have a small friend group composed solely of non-humans (fellow fae in particular). they mainly meet up for games, storytelling, feasts, and perhaps a bit too much drinking at times. whenever certain friends — those more inclined to trickery — visit the flower shop, the florist instructs olive to stay in her room. like the florist, these friends have a shallow sense of loyalty and a love of mischief. the florist is quite clear in stating that olive is under their protection, but they would rather not risk losing their assistant.

in terms of conflict in relationships, the florist prefers to avoid facing consequences whenever possible. they rarely apologize with words because they rarely feel truly sorry (and therefore an apology would be dishonest, and they cannot lie). if they can’t convince someone to view the matter from their point of view and stop being upset with them, they usually try to ease tension with stories, tea, or flowers.

[theaterism]

Get To Know Me!

Name: laura Age: 22 Preferred Pronouns: she/they Sexuality: ace and bi Sign: aquarius Taken or Single: single!

Three Four Facts

☆ – i currently have 439 internet tabs open on my phone. 99% are writing references that i never close bc i’m afraid i’ll never find them again. skimming through them is a trip down memory lane in terms of what writing project prompted me to open them. yes this is chaotic but it’s fine don’t worry abt it agsgd

☆ – i’m majoring in computer science and minoring in mathematics! essentially i fight code on a regular basis and despite studying it for four years now, i’m still super amazed when it Somehow Works.

☆ – i crochet as a hobby! someone recently gave me a kit to make a crochet fox and i almost cried afsgd i haven’t made it yet but i’m very excited to!!

☆ – when i was little, i went to a hotel and won the award for “fastest three-year-old on the waterslide,” which is still one of the proudest moments of my life.

Experience

How long (months/years): since i was about 18!

How’d you start?: the first character i roleplayed was char.a from under.tale tbh, the second was alice from alic.e in wonderl.and, and then it spiraled from there agdgd all the others have been original characters!

Muse preferences

Female or Male: i just,,,, write muses largely based on vibes and those vibes tend to be chaotic

Favorite Muse: cassie (troublemaker ghost on my other blog) and foxtrot are probably my favorites tbh! i also used to write a librarian oc whom i still love very dearly. he lives in 1920s new york and a suspicious old lady (???) swindled him into buying a bookshop with a rift between time and space in one corner, and he deals with so much chaotic nonsense as a result. he also has a teleporting calico cat named tilly. help him honestly agsgd he deserves a break,,,,,,

Least favorite muse: i only write muses i like writing, so i don’t have an answer for this one!

Writing Preferences

Slice of life/smut/romance: i like slice of life if something makes that slice of life Colorful in some way, like,,,, magic or cryptids or something. i enjoy writing romance!! all the sweetness and angst and character development involved in it is Good and i appreciate it a bunch! smut is a definite no for me.

Plot or Memes: i reblog memes sometimes as a treat and i do like replying when i have inspiration, but i often find it tricky to respond to them if i don’t have a solid idea of where my partner might like the thread to go, so i appreciate plotting things as well!

Are you like your muses: i sometimes write snippets of my own experiences into my muses, but nothing very concrete! i wouldn’t say i’m especially like any of them. foxtrot and i do both love foxes, though agdgd

[theaterism]

!! i honestly couldn’t stop thinking abt this ask bc i feel like i misworded some things and forgot to mention other things, so here’s an addendum agdgd

the triplets!! another element about their dynamic: they sought support from each other when they were younger bc they rarely received genuine support from their parents. they are still close to one another now, but they no longer seek support from each other as often. this is mostly bc they’re growing up and they don’t want to rely on each other as much.

charlie is the most likely to still seek reassurance from her siblings at times. this often involves charlie rambling to them about something bothering her.

there are several additional reasons behind foxtrot not seeking support from his siblings. on rare occasions, he’ll still quietly hang out around victor for company when he’s going through a rough patch bc he doesn’t feel like he’s being a burden and asking for too much. still, he prefers to handle his problems on his own (not always in the healthiest ways).

victor has always been skilled at handling his problems in healthy ways. he never asks his siblings for help. even so, foxtrot and charlie still do nice things for him sometimes bc they care about him and they want him to know they appreciate him. victor cherishes these gestures of kindness a great deal. he is also a deeply empathetic person, and he feels down when he can’t help someone, so he appreciates the times when he can provide a stable presence for foxtrot or a listening ear for charlie.

fox and wren!! their relationship took so long to develop which was an absolute Time but like!! it felt natural to their characters and it was absolutely worth it!! even tho it made me yell sometimes!! their dynamic involves troublemaking, thrill-seeking, dares, so many inside jokes, and a bunch of joking around in general, combined with moments of genuine sweetness, which is iconic. they want to be There for each other!! and just,,, they’re highkey Good together,,, but also the fact both of them have issues with self-preservation and both of them want the other to be okay,,, they’re a mess sometimes but they are Trying and i support them a lot agsgd they are skilled at both warming and hurting my heart,,,

fox and alex!! alex’s mom friend vibe is really wonderful and i appreciate it so much!! i also love that in their first meeting they talked abt how alex had a relationship that involved troublemaking as well,,,, it’s very sweet how they can relate in that way!! they’ve been good conversation buddies so far and i support them!! fox really does want to find a way to repay alex for all those gifts tho bc he feels guilty for being so Suspicious abt them before she revealed her Secret Identity as the Mystery Gifter,,,

fox!! i also mentioned how, if someone hurts him, it can shatter his trust in them (sometimes irreparably). this mainly applies to people he didn’t trust much in the first place. for example, if a stranger hurts him, he’s likely to never truly trust them, regardless of how nicely the person treats him afterward. he holds serious grudges in cases like this. on the other hand, if someone he trusts and cares about hurts him, he’ll be more tolerant — sometimes to a fault — bc he places their needs and well-being above his own.