#* dahlia / 001.

[clementinebriar]

[ OUTGOING SMS 📲 DEEDEE 🥰💗💞 ]

CLEM: look at what i found at the thrift store babe CLEM: [Attachment: 1 Image] CLEM: is it not art CLEM: might fuck around and wear it to a wedding @dahliayoung

[rorysanderson]

x. status -> closed for @dahliayoung x. location -> outside chambers museum

Seldom do people need respite from art, Rory thinks morosely to himself as he steps out of the museum. He supposes his might not be an entirely unique experience, but surely a rare one. Not everyone has a dead partner that haunts most of the art they try to appreciate. Not everyone needs a break.

He wipes tiredly at his face before shoving his hands into his pockets, searching for his pack of cigarettes. It’s a nasty habit, Eliza would admonish him, and it hasn’t been a habit in a long time, not really. He’s mostly quit. He carries the pack around in case of emergencies — like when he’d rather focus on the smoke in his lungs than the pain in his chest.

Rory swears under his breath when he realizes he’s probably forgotten the carton at home, and is now stuck outside like an arsehole waiting for the grief to pass through him. He exhales sharply, still fumbling with all the pockets in his outfit. He almost collides into someone thanks to the distraction, and has to step back quickly. “Sorry,” he apologizes profusely. “I didn’t see you there.”

[ruairimacarthy]

― SETTING: blue harbor pride ! ― AVAILABILITY: closed starter for dahlia young ! ( @dahliayoung )

“Does my makeup still look alright? I was tryin’ to do it myself and I’m out of practice like you wouldn’t believe,” Ruairi said, the vague hint of a whine in his voice as he looked down at his friend. It hadn’t dampened his good mood in the slightest and he was, mostly, being silly for the sake of it but he was relatively confident that Lia wouldn’t mind— she put up with him rambling about any number of things whenever they saw each other and it was one of the very many things he appreciated about their friendship. “Feel free to check a bit closer if you need an excuse to look deep into my eyes for a while,” He joked, unable to resist both the teasing and the wink he flashed her way. He’d been practically vibrating with joy all day and that feeling hadn’t seemed particularly keen on leaving— not that he’d really want it to and especially not when it was bolstered every time he spent even a moment with one of his friends. “You havin’ a good day so far, love?”

[kimuraren]

» ren's parking space at his apartment. with @dahliayoung !

"I thought about just asking you to come by the shop but I figured there was still enough space to work down here," Ren said, glancing at Lia as he wiped his hands on a rag and sat cross legged in front of his nearly restored motorcycle. He still couldn't believe his luck finding the bike in the first place― it had needed a lot of work when he'd bought it but he knew how to do it― could find all of the parts himself and work on it in his spare time; he was still baffled that anyone in Blue Harbor had had a 1960's Triumph hanging around to begin with but thank God for small miracles or whatever the fucking saying was. "What'cha think so far? I'm still trying to figure out what color I want to paint it since I'll probably have to strip whatever's on there right now but it looks almost serviceable." He'd bonded with Lia over their shared love of all things mechanical when they were kids― trusted her over just about anyone else to help him with projects or give him advice when he needed it and he hardly expected that to go anywhere no matter how much time passed.

[woodcries]

' i used to work here actually. before the bombs fell. ' it was still strange to walk the streets and sidewalks of somewhere she used to know so closely. her old law office had mostly been caved in, but she could still make out the coffee shop across the street or the bus stop she'd wait at when nate had the car. nostalgia didn't seem to cover the breadth of emotions she felt looking up at the crumbling brick now.

' ... best to keep moving, i suppose. '

@arcanumsolitude / fallout starter call.

[joshlane]

CONT'D FROM HERE.

Always pay it forward, that was something that he tried to stick with. Sometimes that meant holding open a door for the person coming in behind you, and sometimes it meant buying someone a coffee when they were very clearly having a bad day. "Don't worry about it, honestly, I'm just glad to help in any way that I can," especially have the traumatic coffee drop that had happened in front of his own eyes. Well, traumatic coffee collision, as it might be. "Good to meet you, Dahlia," he offered her a bright smile, "I'm Josh." At least that was out of the way, now she was no longer a stranger; she was the woman who had a big smile and liked hot coffee named Dahlia. "I don't have to go, I was planning on sitting for a while, anyway, so I'd love to grab a table together," especially since this time of year, it was always better to double up and save the space. And get to know someone new, too, which was the real win. He tilted his head to the side, starting towards the tables along the window. "The view's best over here." @dahliadumont

[narilily]

CONT'D FROM HERE.

"So basically you want to make your home look like a winter wonderland, sort of?" shea asked, head falling to a tilt. Nari herself had done it -- trees decorated with pinecones and berry garlands more so than Santa Claus and Frosty, or put flowers in the tree just to make it more her own personal style. "No, hey, I get it! Honestly, my parents didn't celebrate Christmas when we moved to the States, so I've always been this kind of weird hybrid of… I like the season and love the décor, but the actual holiday itself has never held the same meaning, if that makes sense?" she knew that she was rambling a little bit and laughed, "anyway, I get you."

"Not overly ambitious at all!" she assured her. "You mentioned artifical trees -- even jokingly! -- those are normally about seve and a half feet as the standard size, so if you got a real tree that size, it wouldn't be too ambitious. It would be just right. Especially since you can fit it on the car," she led Dahlia towards some of the trees that would be about that size. "And if you stretch and stand on your toes… you can still get the star on top!" @dahliadumont

[annelouiseoosterhuis]

availability / @dahliayoung setting / lakeside banquet hall, cantwell country club. timeline / sunday, september 29th, 2024 at 11:45 am.

anne-louise never felt comfortable in public settings. especially not in a public space that seemed to be packed to the rafters with people—some familiar, some complete strangers. every insecurity that ever ran through her brain in the last thirty-five years returned at full force, louder than the band playing inconspicuously in the corner or anyone that attempted to make polite conversation with her. yes, she worked two incredibly social jobs—part-time bartender, full-time art teacher—but o��shea’s and the elementary school were a lot different than this. she knew the children she taught very well, plus they were literal children, and the majority of patrons at o’shea’s were regulars that she had known for years. they were controlled environments that, while they both had their moments of random chaos, she was completely familiar with. a huge town-wide charity benefit? the exact opposite of comfortable for her. she had wanted to stay home so badly, but she had been volunteering off and on at bright sparks for years now, and her mothers wanted her to go. how would it look if the daughter of one of the first out and proud lesbian couples in blue harbor didn’t attend a charity fundraiser for the local lgbtq+ community center?

so, there she was, nursing a watered-down mimosa while she stood off to the side of the room. she had hoped to blend into the wall, but she was mad at herself for having such a hope. why couldn’t she be more social? why couldn’t she put herself out there? any attempts to talk to someone new failed before they could even start, too self-conscious and second-guessing every greeting she could think up so that they died in her throat before she could actually voice them. there were still a few hours to go before she could leave, so anne-louise knew she had to at least talk to someone, or else it would have all been a waste. luckily, the next person she spotted near her was someone she knew very well. anne-louise loudly sighed in relief. “lia!” she practically galloped to her friend. “i’m so happy to see you!”

[elijahfalvey]

— LOCATION: Festival Grounds.

— WHEN: June 23rd, Pride.

— CHARACTERS: Elijah & Dahlia ( @dahliayoung ).

Perhaps it aged Elijah a bit too much, but one of his most anticipated parts about Blue Harbor’s annual pride festival was unsurprisingly the performances on the rally stage — the ABBA salute this year, in particular. Of course, the snob he was, it wasn’t exactly comparable to ABBA themselves, but he’d still found it to be pretty damn excellent, and he couldn’t deny that it was nice to be excited about live music again. Something he’d only felt sparsely in the recent months, given the whole Amethyst cloud that had been hanging over his head, and the fact that he couldn’t really recall the last time he’d seen live music either. Needless to say, he’d been having a wonderful time — wonderful enough that he’d forgotten how bloody hot it was outside, too. The scorching heat underneath the sun was one of those things that he hadn’t necessarily noticed until the music had stopped, along with everyone else; the crowd had quickly become stuffy with lack of movement and his first line of thought while Nilay had slithered away from him to find a bathroom was how badly he needed to leave, even if only for a second while he grabbed a few refreshments. Thankfully, there was a lemonade stand not too far from the festival’s entrance, and he beelined in that direction to hopefully cool off some.

Instead of hopping directly in line, however, he noticed a familiar face with a similar idea and quickly detoured to say hello. Walking up to Lia, he said, “I don't know if I should be offended, y'know.” His lips twitched upwards into a playful grin as he elaborated, jerking his head in the general direction of the stage. “That you're not up there this year, I mean. Feels like to me that you definitely could've been.”

[highliqhts]

availability:   closed  for  @subusrbia.  location:   on  set  for  friends. 

            already  more  than  done  with  the  day,  dahlia  walked  up  to  the  set  chair  anya  was  currently  spending  her  waiting  time  between  scenes  lounging  on.  "  hey,  do  you  have  a  second  maybe  ?  "  the  fact  that  she  felt  uncomfortable  to  ask  said  a  lot  about  just  how  much  bonding  she'd  done  with  the  rest  of  the  friends  cast  thusfar.  too  little,  if  you  trusted  her  managment,  hence  the  mission  they'd  set  her  on.  for  some  reason,  the  people  of  the  online  world  were  absolutely  obsessed  with  the  ideal  rachel  and  monica  sort  of  friendship  and  even  more  outrageously  they  were  upset  with  the  fact  that  they  hadn't  seen  anya  and  her  interact  sufficiently  yet.  upon  her  look  of  perfect  confusion,  her  agent  had  explained  they  were  looking  for  off  camera  chemistry  betwen  the  two  actresses.  if  you  asked  dahlia,  that  was  quite  frankly  an  odd  requirement,  they  were  actors,  they  acted  -  what  did  they  need  to  be  actual  friends  for  ?  that  question  had  only  gotten  her  scowls  in  the  meeting  this  had  all  taken  place  in  though.  therefore,  now  she  was  here,  supposed  to  do  something  about  this  situation.  "  my  managment  is  bugging  me  to  post  more  from  set,  would  you  mind  taking  some  pictures  maybe  ?  "  the  words  were  acoompanied  by  the  slightest  hint  of  a  smile.  that  should  be  enough,  right  ?  dahlia's  instagram  account  hardly  ever  featured  other  people  after  all,  so  this  should  be  a  significant  gesture. 

[ashvvilliams]

THE MORE THEY HEARD, the more the constant annoyance they always held for liam reed poked at them. "of course you saw him at earthwave," ash muttered quietly. "too good for dreamla– hey ! you ... you traitor." they pointed a finger accusingly at lia. "i thought you were my friend, my confidant. you tell me you're fraternising with the enemy ?" it was all complete and utter bullshit, of course. ash knew that no one bought their groceries at dreamland because they loved the place. they went there because it was cheap. but lia looked ready to combust and she needed something to make her laugh. they pulled her close, arm around her shoulder as they kept walking down the street. "it would make the strongest of us go crazy. and you, love, are the strongest of us. come one, let's grab a coffee or tea and you can tell me all about it !"

Lia’s favorite thing about Ash was that they never judged her. They listened and they supported and they disagreed, but she never felt judged by her friend. She’d told Ash so much over the years – about Liam, about her mom, all the messy stuff in between that never really seemed to stay buried. Hearing Ash ask if she was okay had Lia releasing a heavy sigh. “I’m…” she started, then trailed off, unsure of where to even begin. “I don’t know even know. I mean, I know why he’s back in town, but the fact that the first time I see Liam again in ten years is in the fucking produce section at Earthwave is just nuts.” She let out a grown and buried her face in her hands for a moment before looking back at Ash. “It’s just all hitting at once and it’s a lot. I just thought I was past everything with the both of them. I didn’t think it would still mess with me this much.”

[screenviolense]

@takeflight sent: what was your plan ?? you could’ve gotten yourself killed ! nick valentine to dahlia

　　it was difficult to meet his glowing gaze, seeing as she had just run after their mark amidst active gunfire. but the thought of losing him again was just too much for her to bear and she had been impulsive in her impatience.

　　god, she used to be so careful. nate was always the risk-taker between the two of them. groaning, she moved to rub at her temples to relieve the growing headache from all the noise. ' i don't know what happened. i've never done anything like that before. '

[woodcries]

' i don't think i'm ever going to get used to this. ' it was easy to lose track of time since she'd woken up and entered the wasteland. sleep was irregular, when she had a chance to get it, and while the pip-boy could keep time, the days still went by without her noticing.

but it was the wasteland food she could never get used to. staring down at a grilled slab of radroach meat and trying to swallow the bile in her throat. it was either that or a two hundred year old can of potato chips that set her geiger counter off. ' i never thought i'd be missing a simple hot dog this much. '

open. ( context: as she had no prior experience in the wasteland, dahlia is struggling with the general grossness of most of the food there. )

[henrysglock]

Mother is God, In The Eyes of a Child

This has got to be my farthest-fetched theory, and its more of a collection of observations that weave together than an actual theory. However...there's something distinctly weird about all this.

It started here:

Max steps on spider egg sacs in Vecna's mind lair, and the babies spill out.

"If there's a spider, you're never gonna find it 'till it lays eggs and the babies spill out"

Then Vecna killing Patrick while looking distinctly like a spider on a web, a direct comparison to those black widows.

And I talked in the discord chat talking with Em for a while like. They. They wouldn't. Right? And I've been sitting here thinking about the last time I said "they wouldn't...right?" So here we go.

"Of course you have a mother. You couldn't really have been born without one."

But Mama is dead...

just like One doesn't exist.

And whoever you are, either you aren't home (which, you're "Terry's daughter" in Terry's home which was decorated for you in hopes that you'd come home 🤨)...or you aren't Terry's daughter.

but wait: Mr. Mom? Perfect!

Mr. Mom...which leads straight to the lab going haywire:

Because of the Mind Flayer, who we know is (most likely) a version of Edward.

And "sleepyhead" is a parent thing...but it's specifically a mom thing, and it comes from the guy who's likely Edward. Why are you, as a man, so distinctly mother?

And so I'm looking at all of his God coding:

And I'm looking at his talk of spiders, particularly black widows, being the gods of our world:

There's also this particular dialogue parallel with Carrie's mother:

As well as Black Widow "God of Our World" 001 and Henry "Sensitive (Gay) Child" Creel, framed this way in back to back shots.

One of them has the rainbow flag and the other's got the black widow spider, makes sense...right? (Sure. Except not really.)

He also has a ton of God coding in his music choices:

Except, when we look at the songs he alone or he and El are overlaid with...Akhnaten is functionally a mezzo-soprano. In the pieces we hear specifically, Akhnaten sings in the same range or higher than Nefertiti.

Which then gets me thinking about the Silent Hill parallels (that Em has talked about here), and specifically this one line of dialogue from Dahlia:

And the fact that every single black widow spider reference regarding Henward/Vecna/001 has been about female black widows, never male ones:

As well as a good portion of his rant being about:

- Being vaguely broken (what's wrong with him is never said) - His kinship with spiders (specifically the female black widows) - Society's oppressive made-up rules - Being forced to pretend (unspecificed as to what, exactly, he's pretending about...all we get is "a silly, terrible play") - Reproduction

Then the fact that Vecna kind of has a thing for showing up as mothers:

And on top of all that...the fact that Vecna somehow lost his dick along the way. Where did it go????????

There's also all the birthing and reproduction imagery that goes along with the UD, most blatantly in the scene where El crawls out of the same hole the Demogorgon came through:

As well as these movies from the ST4 Movie Board:

Ace Ventura Pet Detective: Finkle has a sex change to assume a new identity and seek vengeance.

Let The Right One In: Vampire girl who is really a boy being forced to live as a girl

Sleepaway Camp: Girl named Angela who is actually a boy named Peter being forced by his aunt to live as a girl after his twin sister (the real Angela) was killed in an accident. (Wibble knows more about this one than I do, but I'm staring at Peter Ballard and all of our Angela's parallels to the lab)

Splice: Female Human-Animal hybrid "dies" (is actually in a coma) and undergoes a spontaneous sex change to male and proceeds to go berserk.

Silence of the Lambs: Main villain is a blonde, wavy-haired cross-dressing serial killer.

And then with the parallels to Room (even if it isn't on the ST4 Movie Board):

Plus Will's Alan Turing poster and the castration stuff that goes along with that..and the "Henry" that shows up behind him:

What in the gender is going on here?

[fatefcked]

❝ consequence of getting old. give it twenty years and you'll be doing the same thing. ❝ frustration was understandable --- they'd been promised safety and ended up in hell. they had to grow up too quick. get tough or die. and now they had some obnoxious old fucks inserting themselves ?? treating them like the children they never got to be ?? he'd be pretty damn frustrated too. hell , he had been. but strength , drive , experience .... none of it made a person invulnerable and he'd seen too many lives cut short. she might not have wanted --- or needed --- anyone to worry about her , but here he was , nonetheless. ❝ you ever been to new orleans before ?? ❝

"and you really shouldn't be giving advice to people who didn't ask for it, but here we are" she quipped over her shoulder, clearly unimpressed with the whole situation. they just wanted to walk alone and get even a little bit of fresh air, maybe gather some measure of calm within the tourist-filled streets... but no.

[mr-laveau]

Ayo it's your boy, uhh, skinny penis- bitch you know who tf it is hi munchkin <3 xoxo

What's your listener's name and nickname? Sweetheart, name pending,,,,

What's their backstory? As you may or may not remember - My SH is Afro-Latinx, from an empowered family. The previous generation (their parents) called out DUMP on mistreatment of human born and unempowered humans (being detained, lack of jobs and representation) which started a whole commotion for the treatment of everyone but empowered humans (feeders, humanborn, and unempowered humans) and led to restructuring of DUMP. Think if there was a magical civil rights act and equal employment act. Anyway, my SH comes into play when DUMP catches them in the wrong place/wrong time and some higher ups think this is the perfect moment for revenge - either SH goes to jail and destroys their family's upright reputation and a family member's run for office OR they work for DUMP as a way to keep an eye on the family. They hate every second of it and face a lot of pressure to conform (gender presentation wise, accepting smart comments about being a stealth and some other microaggressions) but they want to protect their family.

What's the desired aesthetic of your listener character (punk, greaser, bimbo, scene kid, schoolgirl)? I'm feeling make noir sexy again. Like if you made a 1940s mafia boss in modern day and VERY sexy but also stylish. Gotta keep up with fresh to death did you see my ice Milo Greer. Pinstripes, suspenders, harnesses/holsters, etc. But like also in a bring your own gender I don't trust your gender with raisins in it kind of way.

What's your listener's gender presentation like? Yeah so gender as in mind your business. Androgynous as in I do what I want. It's masc, it's femme, it's ambiguous, it's all of the above. Really the point is constantly serving hot girl (gn) shit and looking super sexy next to Milo. They're that super hot stylish couple everyone wishes at least a little bit they dressed like because it looks effortless. My SH uses they/them pronouns and identifies as queer as in what's it to you (or genderfluid!)

What's your listener's ethnicity? Afro-Latinx! I wanted a listener who could dance bachata, okay? They're Dominican.

What's your listener's age? Ummmmmm. I think about the same age as Milo, maybe a year older? So 31 this year.

What's your listener's body type/build? Taller than Milo for SURE, I think they're like tall-tall. Like at least 5'10. Also they're a dancer and a runner (investigator things) (perhaps they were even a track star) so they've got a tall, muscular kind of body type - but don't be afraid to give them some body fat! They're strong!

What's your listener's star sign? Taurus!

What are your listener's most important relationships and who are they connected to? Their most important relationships are for SURE with their family. Since dating Milo, they finally told their family why they started working for DUMP (lots of anxiety but they were met with a lot of support and love). They are super close to their family (which is a big extended family, lots of aunt and uncles and cousins and nieces and nephews and so on) and so they spend lots of time at family dinners/parties/celebrations and love to bring Milo with them. Because their family (unintentionally at first) became so politically active in Dahlia for the rights of human-born, unempowered humans, and feeders, they have a lot of political connections through their own work and through their family members - definitely in a well connected family!

What's your listener's hobbies/interests? They love to dance - big inspiration for them. They like partner dances and particularly love Bachata (something something fond memories watching their parents and family dance together and learning as they grew up) but they just like to dance in general. You will be catching them at Zumba classes at the local gym with the aunties and grandmas. They're also really connected to community events - there was a lot of distrust created by them joining DUMP and so they are really invested in their community service and improving their community. They loooove to cook, but they're a "let's cook together" not "I'm cooking get out of the kitchen" kind of person. Definitely a food experimenter and sometimes it can go badly. Also makes a mean cocktail - always invited to dinner parties or wanting to host them with Milo.

If your listener was a deity from a known mythology, what deity would they be? Why would you ask me this. I don't know! Maybe Terpsichore, one of the nine Greek muses associated with dancing? You don't understand how central dance is to this character. They are always dancing.

What Audio RP series are they from? RedactedASMR - Sweetheart

What kind of lover are they to their partner/what kind of friend are they? In a few words - silly-goofy, observant, and a whore (said with love). As for a friend, still silly-goofy and observant, but I think they're affectionate as hell. Think of a really sociable cat.

What is something/are some things that your listener values? They really value family and community - firm believer in it takes a village and we are all our brother's keeper (except of course when it comes to them because they should be able to help everyone and not need any help themselves. sweetheart things.) There is no understanding how invested they are in protecting and standing up for their community and that's why they put in 4x more work (and overtime) than others at DUMP - they believe in helping people and not going with the easy solution. So family, community, doing something you're passionate about every day, and fairness/justice.

Pick a song that you think represents your listener. https://open.spotify.com/track/3qQbCzHBycnDpGskqOWY0E?si=e8cb80d8d36a45b3 This song started making me think about songs for listeners to dance to and kind of kick-started this whole idea. I just have an image of Milo and SH dancing to this song together in the kitchen while something is simmering on the stove ok?

What's the inspiration behind your listener's design? I wanted a listener who could dance really well, and decided a speaker who DEFINITELY can dance is Milo. And then I had to figure out the whole cop thing, so here we are.

Could you give me a vague concept of what your listener's visual vibe is? Modernized sexy noir film - but if you could be the femme fatale and the detective and the criminal at any given point. Truly, they do it all.

What are some extra tidbits you wanna tell me about your listener? Neither Milo nor Sweetheart are good with scary stuff (despite them being a stealth) and neither of them are killing bugs. They call David or Asher to handle them (I think David kills them but Asher puts them outside). Sweetheart and Aggro? Best friends. Milo complains that they're closer than him and Aggro - something about a stealth having cat energy and Aggro just gets it. "The girls that get it, get it, Milo."

Laveau's Listener Design Lab - design #001 - Sweetheart - Lexi Moon

Heyyyy Lexi! Good to see you in my inbox and congrats on getting your listener as the first design for the labs! It was wonderful getting to work on a SH and your concept really stood out to me when I first saw it so I had to draw it up!

Design Notes!

For this design, your initial concepts made me think of a few people I could implement for inspirations to your SH's design. Those people being Catwoman from DC and Gomez Addams from the Addams Family!

From Gomez, I wanted to make Sweetheart's suit similar to the patterning of Gomez's while adding Catwoman's femme fatale flair to the design. You made a note where you wanted SH to look like a detective, a femme fatale and a criminal all in one go so I chose to aim for darker blues to show professionalism whilst implying a sense of mystery to the character–and of course we can't forget every femme fatale's signature bold lipstick colour. You can also see some of Catwoman's influence in the nails as I figured it'd be fun for them to make witty remarks while snapping back at Milo with hand gestures. Additionally, I decided to add a few embellishments to show SH's lack of total compliance to the dress code of D.U.M.P by giving them piercings and tattoos; The moon earrings here is my favourite because every SH should have a moon motif but also given the symbolisms associated with the moon and the energy you wanted your SH to capture, I felt it was the perfect choice; the blue rose tattoos are also fun imo because the thorns can be interpreted as restrictive shackles or as "a rose with thorns", the choice to also incorporate blue roses was also informed by my knowledge of what they mean symbolically (that being mystery, admiration, uniqueness and aspiration) . Finally, I also tailored SH's clothes to be more ready for action whilst being fashionable and danceable (including the oxford shoes I added) so they can always move unrestrained whilst also being the hottest thing that Milo ever laid eyes on.

Overall, this was a really fun concept for me to work on and I really enjoyed being able to design your listener, hope you enjoy!

wanna have your listener designed by me? Check out my rules to the Listener Design Lab and send an ask my way!