#Audrey ( dossier )

[tsvai]

bioware stop making me sad about robot son

[oneknightstand-if]

So, uhhh, first ever message on tumblr, here's to hoping this is actually the place to post that stuff?

It's great, As a Game Master (mostly for rpgs on discord) I'm a big fan of the freedom of expression when it comes to characters. I just finished a run I'm pretty happy with, so I figured I should do as asked and share the results below.

(A word of warning, since I can only draw anime-style, this is now an anime.)

As a bonus, here's some design I doodled up for the character, to help myself visualize her.

Additional Data:

Adrian: Crush Merlin: To Befriend Pet: Cat (Roland)(Like the Paladin of Charlemagne) Wears: Frilly blouse and long skirt (She started wearing those to get reactions out of Adrian while avoiding more extreme outfits) Camelot Sequence: Lucid dreamer, talked to Merlin in the past (monty python reference to prove she's from the future), got directed to Arthur, asked Past!Arthur about lucid dreaming, Caught Current!Arthur about Lucid Dreaming (He now knows who she is), then spilled all the beans to Merlin after waking up (He knows who she is). Items: Magic 8-Ball, Cat memento, pouch of pearls, miniature garden (Audrey III!) Gas Station: Followed Merlin, Destroy Cameras, Clean traces, Get matches.

And now, for the wall of texts that nobody asked for but that you're all getting anyway!

Character Design

The design I went with was 'the super sussy character who actually is kinda hiding the least'.

Physically, she's basically hopeless, with her teeny tiny 10% on physical, which puts her firmly into the 'dead weight' category. Considering what's going on in here, it's a bit sus.

Even more sus is the amnesia background, because here's that girl popping out of seemingly nowhere with no memories right around the time the failed Lesser Circle happened, who just so happens to be a potential harbinger? Sus.

Appearance wise, her best features are her eyes (my dice determined they should be violet), but they are downturned (Tareme) ones, that usually express either gentleness, or belong to suspicious people, with a gentle, caring and overall traditionally feminine/motherly behavior (wears frilly outfits, cooks gourmet food, tends to her (mutant) plants). In other words, she's very much an 'ara ara'-type character. (The cuckoo is mostly limited to the confines of her mind).

However, she is an imposter whose special move consists of spilling all the tea (ironic, her favourite drink is Jasmine…), all the time. Had a weird dream (Part 1)? Write a report and drop it on Adrian's lap, almost shoving the marked arm under his nose. Freak encounter in a horse trailer? Write a report and drop it on the club leader's lap. Meet a strange but weirdly helpful stranger? Drop the Weird dream Dossier (part 1) on his lap. Questions about the self medication? Ha! She's got her entire (albeit short) life written in a folder ready for perusal! Had a weird dream (Part 2)? You better bet she's writing it down and dropping it on Merlin and Adrian's laps.

…

This is probably a side-effect of being overworked all the time and getting in the habit of making biology reports for everything, isn't it?

IC Thoughts on characters:

Merlin: Super strong incubus who may or may not be the actual Antichrist, may or may not want to cause the Apocalypse themselves to put humanity out of their misery if the Arthur plan doesn't pan out, and yet may very well be the most trustworthy person in this entire group, if only because waking Arthur up seems to be their number 1 priority. After all, all they needed to do was stand aside and do nothing if they wanted the Lesser Circle to fail, right?

Adrian: 'Friend' for several years, eventually got a crush on him a few months ago, but his ambiguous way of almost-but-not-quite friendzoning her is beginning to wear her down. Slightly suspicious due to his being much too prepared for the crisis at hand for a random bystander, but he had all the opportunities in the world to get rid of/corrupt her in all the years they knew each other, and she herself has this 'tiny' Impostor secret going on so she's trusting him so far.

IC thoughts about the adventure: 4 (Reluctant/panicking, but not forced)

What is there to be said. The end of the world, man-eating monsters, plagues, the end of the world, homicides, abductions, did she forget to mention the end of the world? For a woman with little inclination toward physical fighting and who would rather read a book in a corner, this is very much outside of her field of competence.

With that said, she almost got eaten by the monster under her bed and Merlin healed her when she was at Death's Doors, so she's giving them the benefit of doubt, for now.

Character affinities:

Probably Percival (cuckoo connection), Arthur (dream shenanigans) or Broderick (this entire thing is crazy!) would work best?

Here's to hoping this didn't get too long, I tend to get too verbose when I become enthusiastic about something.

It's impossible to be too verbose, especially compared to me. Also, my imagination runs in 4K surround-sound anime-style, so it was anime all along! Olwen fits in perfectly!

[justinspoliticalcorner]

AUDREY MCCABE, REED MCMASTER, and PETE TSIPIS at MMFA:

On April 15, former President Donald Trump walked into a Manhattan courtroom for the first day of his trial for charges of falsifying business records in order to conceal hush money payments to adult film star Stormy Daniels. Trump and right-wing media immediately began spreading lies about the trial. 

Right-wing media have wrongly claimed: that a gag order the judge issued on Trump is a violation of his freedom of speech, that the judge has barred Trump from attending his son’s graduation, that Trump should have been charged with misdemeanors rather than felonies, and that Trump should not be prosecuted because Hillary Clinton’s involvement in the Steele dossier is similar and yielded only a fine.  In reality, the case centers on Trump’s attempts to conceal hush money payments to Daniels, who allegedly had an affair with the former president. Trump funneled the payments to Daniels through his former lawyer Michael Cohen, who was sentenced to three years in prison for his role in the scheme as well as other crimes. Prosecutors allege that Trump violated election law in paying off Daniels as it was part of a coordinated effort to assist his 2016 campaign and may have also violated state tax law by mischaracterizing Cohen’s reimbursement. Experts say Merchan’s gag order is consistent with case law. Merchan also declined to answer Trump’s request to be excused from court on May 17 to attend his son’s graduation, stating that it was too early to make a decision but signaling an openness to it. 

@mediamattersforamerica has a handy guide debunking the right-wing media's myths about the Donald Trump election interference trial for falsification of business records in Manhattan.

[alexar60]

Souvenirs d'autres vies

Depuis ma plus jeune enfance, la réincarnation m’a toujours fasciné. J’avais 10 ans quand je m’y suis intéressé après avoir vu le film « Audrey Rose » avec Anthony Hopkins. C’était l’histoire d’une fille qui faisait le même cauchemar, celui de mourir brulée vive dans une voiture. Un jour, un homme prend contact avec ses parents et annonce que leur fille était la réincarnation de la sienne morte dans un accident de voiture. Comme il passait dans les dossiers de l’écran, j’avais regardé le débat qui suivit et fut fasciné d’entendre des gens parler de leur vie antérieure. Je me souviens entre autre de l’acteur Jean Le Poulain (pour ceux qui regardaient ‘au théâtre ce soir’).

J’avais une vingtaine d’années lorsqu’un ami proposa qu’on fasse une séance de régression. Nous partîmes rencontrer une de ses connaissances ayant quelques talents. Ce fut intéressant car cela marcha pour mes potes. L’un s’est vu en grognard pendant une bataille, l’autre en paysan vivant près d’un volcan en activité. Quant à moi, le médium (je ne sais pas si on les appelle comme ��a) m’a prévenu que ce serait impossible. Parce qu’il sentait un blocage en mon esprit. D’après lui, j’aurais vécu quelque-chose de terrible. Il avait ajouté que je faisais partie de « ceux qui meurent dans la misère et sont reconnu tardivement pour leur œuvre »

Enfin, il me donna conseil pour essayer une pratique seule et régulière. Alors, chaque soir, je me couchais dans les meilleures conditions pour faire des régressions. Je m’allongeai sur le dos dans le noir complet. Je devais me détendre et me concentrer sur une lumière dans mon esprit, puis j’avançais vers cette lumière et je devais ouvrir une porte difficilement visible. En fait je ne me souviens pas l’avoir ouverte une fois.

Je ne sais pas si cela a réellement marché. Par contre, je me réveillais avec de sacrés rêves semblables à des épisodes de vies antérieures.

J’ai souvenir d’être à table dans une taverne. Je bois un verre avec un homme. Il sourit, il porte des cheveux longs et une petite moustache. Je ne sais pas à quelle période exactement, mais je sais que c’est un mousquetaire.

J’ai été quelqu’un sans importance, un bourgeois ou un paysan et j’ai assisté à un combat entre chevaliers en armure. Etait-ce un duel ou un tournoi ? Je ne sais pas. Ils se battaient à pieds et à l’épée.

La dernière expérience qui est apparue date d’il y a une dizaine d’années. J’étais un européen en plein XVIIIe siècle à la recherche d’une jeune femme dans un village japonais. Chose étonnante, car il me semble que le Japon était interdit aux européens durant ce siècle.

Mais celui qui m’a le plus marqué fut le souvenir d’une bataille. J’étais sur un chariot à me défendre lorsque je reçus un coup violent derrière la tête me faisant tomber au sol. Dès lors, je m’envolais et vis mon corps étendu au milieu d’autres. Je me suis senti voler au-dessus d’une forêt et j’ai vu des centaines de personnes courir et fuir la bataille. C’étaient principalement des femmes et des enfants. J’ai vu une jeune femme portant un bébé dans ses bras. En la voyant, je me suis dit qu’elle avait de l’importance pour moi.

Vingt ans plus tard, je rencontrais et sympathisais avec une femme pour qui j’eus un coup de foudre. Durant une discussion, alors que je n’avais jamais parlé de mes pseudos régressions, nous parlâmes de la réincarnation. Elle expliqua qu’une de ses amies avait des dons et lui avait racontée qu’elle était une amazone dans sa première vie. Dans sa seconde vie, elle était mariée avec son âme-sœur qui eut une mort violente. Son amie dit l’avoir vu fuir à travers une forêt en tenant sa fille dans ses bras (qui serait dans sa vie actuelle, une de ses sœurs). Son amie ajouta qu’elle louperait son âme-sœur à chaque fois qu’elle le rencontrera et qu’il finira très pauvre dans cette vie.

Son histoire me fit froid dans le dos. D’abord parce qu’entre elle et moi, l’idylle est impossible. D’ailleurs, nous ne vivons plus dans la même région. Mais aussi parce que la fin de son âme-sœur rappelle ce que m’avait dit le médium. Enfin, tout ceci n’est peut-être qu’une coïncidence, tout comme le nombre de fois que nos chemins se sont croisés. Mais là, c’est un autre sujet.

Après réflexion, j’aurais dû vous raconter que j’étais un homme préhistorique. Un jour, un extra-terrestre nous a appris à faire du feu. Pour le remercier, nous l’avons mangé. C’est pour cela que les extra-terrestres ne veulent plus se montrer. Ils ont peur qu’on recommence.  

Alex@r60 – août 2023

Photo de Philip McKay

[disgruntledkittenface]

Hi maggie! Hope you’re doing well!! I just finished rereading darling so it goes for probably the 5th time since i first read it in late 2022. And it’s my fave fic of yours and in my top 5 fics ever. I really admire your writing and characterization in general but in this fic specifically it’s really something else, i wanted to ask you where do you think this story’s louis and harry are doing today? Did they adopt? How’s their every day life going? Anything you want to share really i just want to know more about their life after the fic. Thank youuuuuu for writing such a masterpiece ❤️❤️

hiii anon thank you so much! I am flattered with compliments and I genuinely can't express how much this sweet message means to me <3 I am honored that you think this much of the Grace Kelly AU and that you have questions about their future!!

I think a lot of the early years of Harry and Louis' marriage is about balance. They're on the right track where I left off, but it's going to take time to figure out how to fulfill their roles, prioritize their relationship with each other, and be the type of involved parents that they both want to be. It would be an ongoing thing for sure. I love the idea of them finding a couples therapist who could help them navigate those challenges -- imagine Liam researching people and compiling dossiers that no one would call a dossier!

It's funny that you ask about the adoption possibility now. I just read this article about ethical concerns and while I'm not sure if they end up going this route for one of their children, I do think Harry would do research before making that decision. Especially because their family, and kids, would be under so much more scrutiny than others.

I think Louis and Harry teach their kids to play hide and seek in the palace like Louis and Liam did, and Philippe decides to take early retirement. They definitely keep up the tradition of homemade cakes for breakfast on everyone's birthdays, and they probably celebrate as many birthdays at their mountain house as they can. They always go to Harry's parents' house for Thanksgiving, and Gemma forces Louis to learn how to make one super easy thing that becomes a yearly tradition. (I can't cook, what's easy?? Like mashed potatoes?)

I think the friends that feature in the fic are going to remain in their lives as their chosen family. I picture group vacations and everyone being referred to as Auntie or Uncle. I feel like Audrey is the friend who doesn't marry or have children, but flies in and gives the best gifts and is who the kids would run away to if they ever needed.

I do remember things cropping up in my research that would naturally happen after the events of the fic, so I couldn't include them, like an annual gala in Hollywood for the Princess Grace Foundation (so, the Prince Harry Foundation). Oh, and there's like an annual television festival in Monaco, and I love the idea of that being something Harry looks forward to every year.

...okay I did not realize I had that much to say! Thank you again for the prompt to revisit these characters and think about what they're up to, I really loved writing them <3

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For any “Twin Peaks” fan whose head is still spinning after Part 18 of “The Return,” consider Mark Frost’s new novel, “Twin Peaks: The Final Dossier,” an essential purchase. The new book is considered canon and helps fill in the 25-year gap between the Season 2 finale and Showtime’s event series. Frost provides some of the answers David Lynch did not, such as what actually happened to Audrey Horne, and the co-writer even goes a step further in setting the final chapter of his book after the events of Part 18.

David Lynch ended “Twin Peaks: The Return” with a baffling final hour that expanded the mythology of the show by raising a hundred new questions. Agent Dale Cooper was granted entry way into the past by Phillip Jeffries to prevent the death of Laura Palmer. Cooper succeeded in preventing Laura from making it to the railroad cart where she was murdered, but sensing an interference with the real timeline, the all-powerful entity known as Judy ripped Laura from our world and brought her…somewhere else.

Many theories believe most of Part 18 is set in this “somewhere else,” which seems to be an alternate dimension where Agent Cooper is now Richard and Laura Palmer is a woman from Odessa, Texas named Carrie Page. The show ended with Page apparently remembering her alternate past as Laura Palmer and letting out a series-ending scream. Frost’s last chapter of “Twin Peaks: The Final Dossier” does not explain what happens next to Page/Palmer and Cooper/Richard, but it is set in a Twin Peaks that is very different than what fans will remember.

Vulture has written out the excerpt below from “The Final Dossier.” The final chapter centers around Agent Tammy Preston (Crysta Bell), who stayed in Twin Peaks for several days after the events of the finale and researched old newspaper articles.

You know what else I discovered, Chief, in that same article, a few sentences later? This:

“Agent Cooper had come to town for a few months earlier, to aid in the investigation into the disappearance, still unsolved, of local teenage beauty queen, Laura Palmer.”

Let me repeat that phrase for you: “still unsolved.” No mention of “murder,” “wrapped in plastic,” or “father arrested for shocking crime eventually dies in police custody of self-inflicted wounds.”

It’s right there on the front page: Laura Palmer did not die. So, fairly certain I’ve not misplaced my own mind, I go back and check the corresponding police records. They tell me this: Laura Palmer disappeared from Twin Peaks without a trace — on the very same night when, in the world we thought we knew, it used to be said she died — but the police never found the girl or, if she had been killed elsewhere, her body or made a single arrest.

When Cooper prevented Laura Palmer from making it to the site of her murder, Lynch made viewers witness scenes from the pilot episode of “Twin Peaks” change. Palmer’s dead body on the beach disappeared into thin air, for instance. Frost’s novel confirms that Cooper succeeded in the real timeline in preventing Palmer’s death as we know it, and the fact that her “disappearance” is still “unsolved” supports the claim that Judy pulled her into an alternate timeline. But because Laura went “missing,” the fate of her family followed a similar path: Her father killed himself out of grief and her mother become a depressed alcoholic with a prescription drug addiction.

The information Frost reveals only makes the ending Lynch created for the series more tragic. Cooper “succeeded” in preventing Laura’s death, but in return his actions led to her disappearance, creating the same unfortunate outcome for the Palmer family in the real timeline. As we saw in Part 18, Cooper then entered the alternate timeline to save Laura all over again and try to fix everything, but we all know how that turned out.

[hiddenobject-fanblog]

His Soul (Chapter 15)

Restoration

Summary: After saving the abducted collectors, you were trusted with Curioso's box. What seems like a dangerous possession slowly turns into an opportunity to learn more about this creature and his curse. Can you earn his trust, and possibly, his affection?

Pairings: Curioso/Reader, Curioso/The Detective

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The figurines found their way on the edge of your desk, facing you as you tackled your day-to-day work. It made a lovely decoration to your space, adding more color and giving you the proud opportunity to present yourself to your clients. If anyone asked, it was commissioned work you’d gotten from an artist, and if anyone implored about the tall clown next to it, you were willing to shrug it off and say that you found it somewhere online. 

…Sure, you’d be lying, but what else could you say? ‘My magical jester friend made it for me! You should meet him!’ …That was out of the question!

As you sat down and got to business, your eyes kept moving over to your newly-acquired gifts. At first, it was in awe, admiring the presents made for you and appreciating them as much as you did the night you’d gotten them. But after a week of staring at the statuettes, it was clear that Curioso’s small likeness was reminding you of a matter you’d been avoiding. 

It would be best if the both of you confronted it sooner rather than later. 

With a long breath, you stood from your desk and walked upstairs into your apartment, where you knew he would be sorting through folders of your pictures. You were going to arrange them in a better fashion, find any from your previous cases and move them into their proper dossiers. But that was something you were going to worry about later…what was on your mind now was much more important. 

You leaned in the doorway and watched as Curioso’s long fingers flipped through your carefully-laminated photographs. He was observing each of them, lingering on an individual picture before moving to the next. He must’ve been so absorbed in this process that he hadn’t noticed your arrival. You didn’t bother announcing yourself or even clearing your throat - the matter found its way out of your mouth before you could stop it. 

“We need to talk about something.” 

Your friend jumped a good foot in the air, whipping around to you in surprise. A weird feeling of satisfaction momentarily filled you, as you had never startled him like this. He was always the one stumbling upon you, producing himself out of thin air whenever he chose to teleport. He could be talkative when you got going in a conversation, but he was always so quiet about moving around your space. Usually, the tell-tale sign of him would be his bells, if he produced enough movement to stir them.

“About what?” He inquired, gently setting your folder down on the table. 

He sounded nervous. You felt so, too. You hadn’t rehearsed this conversation before having it. You felt worried you were going to say something stupid. How could you tread on such fragile ground without having any practice? 

“About…you.” Your shoulders slumped as you gestured to him. “Your, ah, situation.” At his confusion, you decided to be a bit more detailed. “I’m talking about your clothes. They’re a mess, and I want to change that.” 

He slowly rose to his feet, his gaze never leaving yours, even as you had to angle your head upwards when his taller stature towered over you. 

“And how do you intend on doing that ?” He asked curiously. You knew your cheeks were beet red right now. 

“Well…for starters, maybe I can wash that costume of yours. And, uh, Audrey can help me sew up any holes or…whatever else needs fixed with it.” 

“Why bother? I’m in control of what I look like. If I wanted a hole mended, I would do it myself. Without ever touching any of the fabric, mind you.” He was boasting, and something in you wanted to lower his ego. You couldn’t have him walking around in such a state and feeling fine with it. 

“Then why don’t you do it?” You challenged him. 

“Maybe because I don’t want to?” He cautiously took a step back from you. “Un-Unless you’ve suddenly come up with a strict dress code that I don’t know about..?” 

“No, but that would’ve been smart.” An airy chuckle left your throat. “I just don’t like it. You should be in better clothes; you don’t have to wear those anymore. Why haven’t you changed from them?”

“I-I can’t,” He responded weakly. You took a step forward. 

“Why not? Are they glued to you or something?” 

“No, but - well,” He huffed. He didn’t say anything, appearing to be at a loss for words, so you decided to head in a different direction with this conversation. 

“And those doll prosthetics you have…they’re damaged and dirty. The least I can do is clean them and find a way to patch them up. Nothing is really impossible-”

“Why are you giving me all this attention?” He was flustered and uncomfortable, shifting away from you until he was practically backed against the wall. “I don’t need anything..!” 

“Maybe you don’t. But I want to help you clean up.” 

“I’m sure my appearance doesn’t get in the way of what I do for you-” 

“Curioso, stop arguing and let me help you!” 

“And what if I don’t WANT your help?” 

“Why would you want to live with this damage? Do you really want to look like this for the rest of your days?” 

Your tone was exasperated and you certainly felt like it. This particular comment got the jester to sag on the wall and look away from you. He crossed his arms. 

“I’m nothing,” He reminded you. “Under these clothes are nothing. Do you know what it’s like to be an empty space? It’s not fulfilling. I like to know and feel that I am wearing something. It gives me a good sense of what and where I am. Without that, I…” He seemed to lose his voice for a moment. His mask turned back to you. “...I feel exposed.” 

Your eyes widened. “You don’t have an artificial torso or anything?” When he shook his head ‘no’, your eyes traveled over the rest of his form. “What’s under your pants?” 

“Detective..! You could treat me to dinner before asking such questions-” 

“--You can’t even eat!” 

“What a pity! I guess you’ll never see what’s there, then.”

Was he play-flirting with you right now? You had no time to think about what he meant by that. “That doesn’t answer my question on why you don’t just fix your clothes yourself? If you can manipulate what you look like-” 

“-It’s hard , alright!?” He exclaimed, alarming you with his raised tone. “When I am out of that box, I feel less like I’m in control. It’s incredibly easy to fix myself in there, but out here , I…I can hardly keep my top hat on, sometimes.” His posture deflated as he lowered his mask in defeat. “I don’t know what’s causing it. I used to be much better than this.” 

You moved closer and patted him on the shoulder. You were getting more comfortable with physically comforting him now. “Maybe your magic weakened after how much that enchantress took you out?” 

“That’s not a bad theory…” He seemed to think about it. “When I’m outside, I think of myself ‘as is’ . Because..it’s what I am. I’m broken and my costume is in shambles, no matter how hard I try to fix it.”

He raised his head and met your gaze. He was finally succumbing to your request. “If you helped me, and I had a better ‘as is’ , it might make things…easier…” You gestured for him to go on, and he finished his thought with a grumble. “...So, fine , you can do it if it doesn’t bother you.”

“Why would it bother me?”

“Would having a floating mask and a mouth of sharp teeth unsettle you?” His grin appeared sinister. 

“I mean. It is you .”

“And you wouldn’t be afraid? What if I touched you with no hand? Would you be scared, then?”

“I think anyone would if you did that without their permission!” You recoiled. “I want to give you something nice in return for what you do for me.”

“My kindness is not something to be repaid, but I will be grateful all the same.” 

You smiled at him appreciatively, hoping that this was a step in the right direction, and you could help restore him to how he once was.

Curioso was extremely tense when the time came for his cleaning. But as he stood there, looking so badly damaged and torn apart from head-to-toe, you knew this was the right thing to do. He handed you his top hat first, unclasped the small belt around his waist, and then hesitated when it came to do anything more. Your eyes had been studying the part of his mask that was usually hidden from you. You were snapped back to reality when he shifted on his feet uncomfortably. 

“I - If you don’t want to, uh, undress in front of me, you can…just use the bathroom..” You suggested timidly. 

“Can I stay in there until you’re done?” He implored. You nodded, the concern still finding its way on your face.

“You know, you’re free to be around while I’m doing this…You don’t have to hide away just because you’re not-” 

“-Come, now, Detective, I’m sure you wouldn’t want me to see you walking around your place naked..!” 

He practically sprinted to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. You followed his path and waited outside, trying not to listen to the sounds from within, but recognizing the noises of fabric rustling and bells jingling. You attempted to picture what it looked like behind that door, if he was truly invisible or not, but you quickly shook those thoughts from your mind. You placed a hand over your mouth as you realized how improper that line of imagery had been. 

Sure, he might be invisible, but…that didn’t make it right. Maybe he had a point. He was maintaining his propriety by waiting in there until you were done. 

You knocked a knuckle against the door. “If it helps, you can wash up in there while I work on your clothes. Your arms and legs can wait, if that makes you comfortable.” 

“Great!” The door opened just a smidge and his costume was shoved in your hands. “Have fun!” 

It closed again and you heard the sound of the lock being set in place. You looked at the wood strangely before climbing downstairs and neatly unfolding the fabric in your hands. You’d cleared off your desk completely to make room for what you had to work on. On it was a borrowed sewing machine and a few supplies, needles, thread and the sort. Sitting in a chair was your friend Audrey, who smiled at you when you entered her sight. Her attention moved to what was in your hands and she cringed. 

“Oh, dear. How did they get that bad?”

“I imagine it’s had at least thirty or even forty years of wear,” You sucked in a breath through your teeth as you sat down. “But with a little love, anything is possible.” 

“I’ll say,” She mumbled as she inspected the top hat next. 

You weren’t sure what she thought of the costume, but you were glad she hadn’t made any comments yet. You were thrilled when she agreed to head over and help you with some mending today. She had more experience with repairs like this. Your sewing skills were pretty limited, having only taken a home economics class back in high school. She’d made some alterations to your coats and gloves before, so you had complete faith that she will do justice with Curioso’s ensemble. 

While she was patching the holes in the top hat, and you were practicing your sewing skills on his pants, your friend’s voice startled you and caused you to prick your finger with the end of the needle. Audrey was immediately apologetic - but she made sure to give you a proper scolding. 

“Detective! Do you think the thimbles are here for decoration?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” You rolled your eyes, sucking on the end of your finger to numb the pain. “What did you say?” 

“I was asking if these belonged to your…jester friend. What was his name again?” 

“Curioso.”

“It’s actually a pretty name,” Her eyes were focused on her work rather than you. “It’s so nice of you to want to do this for him. You’ve always been a selfless person. It’s why you do what you do, isn’t it?” 

“Of course. And I’m so happy you wanted to help me with this. I mean it, Audrey, I don’t know how to make it up to you.” 

“Just don’t forget your promise to visit me and tell me all about your cases. I’m afraid Curioso will take you away from me completely..!” 

“Come on, that’s not going to happen. He’s my best friend.” It was the first time you’d said it aloud and your eyes widened at the honesty. You worried it would’ve upset her, but Audrey said nothing to that. She looked to be nearly smiling. 

“You two must get along well if you spend so much time together.” 

“He’s - more like a roommate in that way, really…”

 “If you say so~,” she replied in a singsong way. You glared at her for her teasing, but her lips were stretched to her cheeks, relishing in your embarrassment. You had a feeling her words would be repeating in your mind in the near future. 

You didn’t want to read into anything right now - you had to focus on getting these clothes mended..! 

It took you a couple of hours, but soon, Curioso’s attire was patched and sewn back together. It looked much better than it did, and you felt proud of the work you two had accomplished. He was going to be so happy with it, you just knew it..! And you only had Audrey to thank for it all. You made your gratitude clear as you embraced her by the front door, squeezing your friend in a moment of excitement. 

“Make sure you remember to wash it,” She dutifully reminded you as you pulled back. “And for those other things…I grabbed you some special glue and some wax. Remember to soften the material so you can reshape those areas.” 

You blinked in surprise. “So you’ve done some research on this.”

“Of course. Anything for you.” She patted your arm affectionately. “Good luck.” 

“Get home safely. And save me a doughnut for tomorrow morning, will you? You make the best chocolate twists.” 

She gave you her promise and left your office. You spun around to gather the clothes from the desk and prepare them for washing. Your work wasn’t done yet - you needed these cleaned and dried before Curioso could wear them again. You wouldn’t have him looking at these again until they were pristine. You were determined to make that happen. 

You climbed upstairs and noticed the bathroom door was still closed. You knocked on it to check if Curioso was still in there, and the sound of water slightly sloshing caught your attention. 

“Decided to take a bath, have you?” You grinned coyly. 

“Your advice was good. I’ve cleaned myself up as best as I could.” Some more sounds came - he must be getting out of the tub. “Do you need my limbs now?” 

“If you don’t mind. Your clothes should be ready in an hour or so. Is that alright?” 

A dissatisfied groan met your ear through the wood. “I’d rather not be left like this for so long, but…whatever it takes.” 

“Couldn’t you just go back in the box for a bit? I’m sure your dolls won’t judge you for being naked.” 

“ Hilarious .” Curioso’s annoyed voice made you bite your lip. The door abruptly opened again and four appendages were handed to you. “Here. Try not to break them if you can.”

“You know…” You took them in your arms and held them delicately. It was a little weird, but that was fine. “...You could always just take some new ones off of those puppets you have. I don’t have to fix these up if you’d rather replace them.” 

“They’re my favorite. Not all dolls are made to be so flexible. If you wouldn’t mind…please be careful with them.” 

“Okay…do you want anything? Are you all good?” 

“I want this to be over with. Please hurry up.” 

“Fine, fine.” You waved him off as you trudged away. You’d make this quick, but you weren’t going to force your process. “I’ll be done before you know it.” 

If that meant you’d be wrapping up by dinner time, then you did a good job on being timely. You felt guilty, having cooped your friend up in the bathroom for so long, but at least you were proud of what you did. It wasn’t something quick and sloppy - you took your time and paid attention to every detail, just like he did making that figurine of you. If he took the utmost care of your gifts, then you’d do the same for him.

..Even if his nagging about how long it took was a little annoying. You hoped Curioso knew how much you were willing to do for him. 

He swiped the material from your hands the second the door was open. Then it was shut - and you idled patiently until he emerged from the bathroom. It was a wonderful sight…he looked nearly like he did in that box, except without all the fancy glitter and shimmering from the golden parts of his hat and bells. It wasn’t perfect, it looked much better under his own altering, but it was definitely an improvement from before. 

Your eyes lit up as you drank in the sight of him. “You look incredible!” 

“It’s nice not wearing something that’s been so badly abused,” He twirled on his heel for effect. “You did a great job, Detective. Thank you.” 

Your smile only grew wider as you observed him enjoying his fixed clothes. But when you faced his mask, your lips fell as it dawned on you. The one part you hadn’t fixed was his face. Parts of his mask were still torn and cut. How could you have forgotten the most vital part? Without warning, you stepped forward and reached for it. As your fingers grazed the cheeks of his visage, Curioso made a nose and stumbled backwards. 

You stiffened and automatically reached for him. “I-I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” 

“No, no, it’s..” He looked to be catching a breath that he didn’t really need. “Why were you touching my mask?” 

“It’s still damaged. I forgot to ask for it. I should’ve fixed it, too, I’m sorry-” 

“-Don’t worry about it. Let’s, uh, leave that part alone for now, shall we?” 

You dropped your arm. “Are you sure? The mask is kind of important-” 

“Absolutely!” His tone sounded too stressed for your liking. “You’ve already done so much for me…let’s get some food in your belly and send you off to bed, hmm?” 

“Ah…alright. If you say so.” 

He had a skip to his step as he headed towards your kitchen. You followed after him with a slower pace, rubbing your fingertips together as you recalled the texture of his mask. The feeling it brought to your fingers - they were still buzzing from the contact. You’d never actually touched him there before, and the experience felt a bit more...intense. 

You wanted more of it.

[hazelwords]

Audrey Hepburn Summer!

Tonight’s watch: Love in the Afternoon (1957) (Photos and trivia from IMDB).

This movie turned out better than I expected. Love in the Afternoon is the third of three films in a row where Hepburn is paired up with a love interest much too old for her, as noted by my mom. At least here the plot is described as a May-December romance, with Gary Cooper’s character explicitly described as a middle-aged playboy.

The age difference did not play well to audiences at the time, and the film was a critical and commercial failure. Gary Cooper was so stung by the criticism that he got plastic surgery (which didn't work very well). This is a fairly spicy film for its time, and a line had to be dubbed in for the released version to make it clear to audiences that the characters did not have sex off-screen.

I liked how Hepburn’s character played on the jealousies of Cooper’s character, and the gag of him passing alcohol to his private band on a rolling cart was very entertaining. Maurice Chevalier as the detective father was excellent. (I adored the line: “If I were an Indian potentate I'd shower you with diamonds. If I were a cobbler, I'd sole your shoes, but... since I'm only a detective, all I can offer you is a detailed dossier.“)

While the age difference was distracting for the love scenes, I thought that Cooper did a good job portraying a man who dives into affairs quickly and dives out even more quickly. He was very affecting at the ending train station scene, and I wish the ending was different. (Er, spoilers!).

I wanted them to be parted, for the evident sadness and regret of Cooper’s character to linger. That would have driven home the emptiness of his life and give a sense that he is starting to really reckon with the results of his choices. But marriage? That felt tacked on, and for a good reason. Apparently, the voiceover, where we learn they are married, was done to avoid landing on the Catholic Legion of Decency's "Condemned List." Personally, I think she should have stayed at the station.

I took this film from the library, but it can also be viewed on Amazon!

[immortaljackal]

“When I am out there, in time, I am inverted, changed into a desperate version of myself. I become a thief, a vagrant, an animal who runs and hides. I startle old women and amaze children. I am a trick, an illusion of the highest order, so incredible that I am actually true.” ― Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveller’s Wife

Layla Jacquel, Cosmic Chaos Bringer. Original character. Multiple dedicated fandom verses including Doctor Who Expanded Universe, Mythology, American Gods, Supernatural, Mass Effect, and more.

• dossiers • verses • interest tracker • rules •

[terrorpenned]

DOSSIER : VICTORIA WINTERS

Studies in: parasitic obsessions with the past, entanglements with old families, Jane Eyre and Mrs. de Winter, the genre-dysphoric protagonist, transmutable identity, hauntings by the women of the narrative.

FULL NAME: Victoria Winters  AGE: early 20's BIRTH DATE: March 4th, 1946 ETHNICITY: white, American GENDER: cis woman ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual   RELIGION: Protestant, but not devout   SPOKEN LANGUAGE: English  CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: in a room at Collinwood OCCUPATION: governess, tutor  

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: unknown (Betty Hanscombe and Danny Taylor) SIBLINGS: none SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Burke Devlin (present, presumed deceased), Peter Bradford (1795)/Jeff Clark (present), Barnabas Collins (ish, present) CHILDREN: none

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: blue HAIR COLOUR: brunette HEIGHT: 5'6″  BODY BUILD: thin TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: no tattoos, ear piercings NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: hair often tied back into a half-up ponytail with ends flipped. favors comfortable clothing like loose cardigans and jackets. captivating, haunted-looking eyes : sometimes more like a spirit, than a girl.

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: mixed bag, definitely not the brightest. very book smart, especially when it comes to history, which is a fixated interest of hers ––  to the point it is regarded as an unhealthy obsession by everyone else. she can name every president in US history in order, one of her only party tricks. once she begins working for the Collins family, she undertakes study of their own family history as well, especially the story of Josette Collins. quite decent at mathematics, geography, and basic science, as well as teaching them, and overall makes David a fine tutor: his aptitude and questions help her learn more too. socially, though, she struggles with a lot of social cues, and very frequently gets herself into a lot of trouble by oversharing with the wrong person, or misreading situations with those she's close with, or misreading situations period; in a modern era, she might be diagnosed on the autism spectrum. the intensity of her obsession with the past tends to put people off. while she’s often oblivious, she’s not completely helpless, and has successfully solved some complicated supernatural mysteries and managed to save David’s life, but she also stays on at Collinwood after repeated kidnappings so… not the sharpest tool in the shed.

LIKES: fresh coffee (hot and iced), sherry, soda, the smell of the sea and sounds of the waves, old books, family stories and oral histories (including ghost stories), antique stores - old jewelry and paintings, knitted cardigans, pop music: (including The Beatles, the Monkees, Lesley Gore, the Everly Brothers), some classical music, namely for piano, and jazz (she doesn’t have a large record collection of her own, so usually ends up either listening to the radio or borrowing Roger’s) , music boxes, movies of old Hollywood - Gene Tierney, Marilyn Monroe, Rita Hayworth, Jane Russel, Audrey Hepburn - equally noir (Rebecca, Wuthering Heights, Niagara, The Phantom of the Opera, The Bride of Frankenstein, The Invisible Man) and technicolor musicals (The Court Jester, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, Mary Poppins). The writings of Austen and the Brontë sisters, radio dramas. She doesn’t watch much television, but she does enjoy The Twilight Zone. Museums: art or history, it doesn’t matter. she tends to prefer older art to modern art in general, but she does like photography and surrealism

DISLIKES: any hard liquor and for the most part, drinking in general, though she’ll occasionally have some champagne or a glass of sherry out on a date; the smell of cigarette smoke (cigars and pipes are better, though she doesn’t smoke herself and generally dislikes the habit), canned food - especially fish, she’s quite sick of it by now, and she doesn’t care much for crab, shrimp, or oysters; the cubist movement, most non objective art (though she has a secret soft spot for Rothko). I wouldn’t call it an outright dislike, as she appreciates it in other women, but she doesn’t have much interest in keeping up with fashion or hair/makeup and she hates shopping for her own clothes (though she’ll happily shop for David, or accompany Carolyn out on a shopping trip). any horror film with a lot of gore and on-screen violence. the only history she’s not much interested in is military history. and she tends to be uncomfortable around firearms and the thought of war in general: though she’s never going to be a passionate political activist, she is staunchly against the war in Vietnam, and opposes the draft.

DISPOSITION: quiet, naive, goody-two-shoes. can occasionally be too blunt and too honest (to her own harm). “this may as well happen.” extreme fortitude in the face of continual Shenanigans that would rival Marcus Aurelius.

Biography:

“Because she’s lost and lonely. Because she looks in shadows.”

For eighteen years of her life, Victoria Winters lived in the Hammond Foundling Home in New York City. At a few months old, she was dropped at the freezing doorstep with nothing but a note: “Her name is Victoria. I cannot take care of her,” and she was given the name Winters in honor of the season. Though she waited for her birth parents to come back and take her into the fold, no one did; neither did anyone have any clues about her past, and her family, or any place where she might belong, despite her desperation in the search. Her one link was the anonymous gift of $50 every month, postmarked Bangor, Maine, that came regularly until she turned 16 years old. Once she turned 16, she took a job at the foundling home helping to take care of and tutor the younger children, and she became a favorite of her students and staff alike.

Her work at the orphanage continued for two years. Shortly after her eighteenth birthday, Victoria received a letter from Elizabeth Collins Stoddard requesting her to the great old house of Collinwood, in Collinsport, Maine, to serve as governess. No one at the foundling home was able to give her any answers as to why she was thus requested: no one knew the Collins family. Victoria seized on the job eagerly as an opportunity to learn more about herself, and her past, convinced that the answers lay in the bay of the old fishing town. She took a train from New York to Bangor, and never looked back (despite everyone begging her to)

With the Collinses, Victoria found the home, and the family she had longed for in the howling old house. Once used to sleeping in iron cots, Vicki is given Mrs. Stoddard’s former childhood bedroom, and treated much as one of their own within weeks of her arrival. Carolyn, the heiress beating at the walls of her ivory tower, became a proto-sister and her fastest friend. Elizabeth, the matriarch and ghost in a house of ghosts, treated her much like her own daughter. Roger, Elizabeth's wayward brother, though initially hostile, became immensely fond of his son’s governess … probably more than he should have been. David, her student, proved more trouble than she expected, and was the source of some of her earliest severe trials in the house, both threatened and realized: including aiding and abetting her kidnapper, as well as locking her away in abandoned rooms at Collinwood himself. After sustained effort, she was able to finally befriend David, a little worse for wear but staunchly resolved.

Though not for Roger's lack of trying, the man that captures her attention is Burke Devlin, a handsome, well-travelled and wealthy businessman, whom she was soon to learn was an avowed enemy of the entire Collins family. Wrongly convicted of vehicular manslaughter ten years ago, Devlin had returned to Collinsport to take his revenge out on the man who had gone free in his stead (and who had married the woman he loved), Roger Collins. Burke doted on the pretty, doe-eyed governess and though her loyalties were technically with her employer… she wasn’t long to resist his charm. The two of them became engaged, initially despite the Collins wishes, but eventually with their blessing, and even intended to buy a house on the Collins property: a beautiful old house called Seaview.

"What am I?" "It's a toss-up between a chocolate malt and champagne."

Eventually, the ghosts of the Collinwood estate and the wailing of the widows materialize themselves into tangible spirits, overshadowing Roger’s legal troubles and ten-year-old wounds. First, it is the ghost of the murdered Bill Malloy, covered in sea weed and dripping salt water onto the basement floor. Then, the ghostly bride of Jeremiah Collins, Josette, who makes herself Victoria’s spectral protectress when she is once again kidnapped and locked away on the Collinwood grounds. Then, Roger’s estranged wife, Laura, who reveals herself to be far more than an unfit mother, but a reincarnated phoenix, who attempts –– unsuccessfully, due to Victoria’s intervention –– to kill David. And then there is Barnabas. The Collins ancestor, lately returned from his coffin, who adores the past and scorns all modern amenities, charms Victoria, and she never suspects that the young women dying all over town might result from his gentleman’s hand. Conveniently, Burke Devlin’s plane goes down over the jungle right before they are to be married, making way for Barnabas to hypnotize his way into Victoria’s heart.

The defining event of her stay at Collinwood –– more than the murders, the many, many kidnappings, and the rotating circle of suitors –– is her travel back to the year 1795 in the midst of a séance, where she is able to pay witness to the early Collins family history herself and the earlier existence of Angélique Bouchard ( though, importantly, missing the evidence of Barnabas’s monstrous transformation ). Victoria is tried and hanged as a witch, which jerks her back to the present, after which she becomes obsessed with finding her lost love from the past, Peter Bradford, and miraculously succeeds, though Barnabas, as per usual, regards this engagement as just another inconvenience.

A note on Vicki’s parents: even though it’s the dominant theory, I won’t be following Liz as Vicki’s mother, at least on this blog, for these purposes (unless written as an au!). Instead: Vicki is the daughter of Betty Hanscombe, a former servant at Collinwood who was a lover of Elizabeth’s. Her father was Betty’s husband: a loveless, normative marriage. As the Collins family hushed the affair, Betty was institutionalized at Windcliff for homosexuality, a victim of American hysteria in the Lavender Scare. The intensity of the aversion therapy and other “treatment” received worsens her mental health, and though she is released before Vicki’s birth, Betty commits suicide only six months later at Widow’s Hill. Betty’s husband absconds to New York and abandons Vicki at the foundling home, leaving her with the note. Elizabeth, through the use of private investigators, is able to locate Vicki and send her regular payments, and later, to bring her to Collinwood under her personal protection. She feels an immense connection to Vicki both out of her love for her mother, as well as her tremendous guilt for her part in her fate. She’s also willing to let her suspect she is her mother, because it distracts from other secrets she’s not ready to disclose; nor is the town at large (including Sam Evans) willing to discuss what exactly happened to Betty, so it’s simply said she went away and died soon after.

[nursc]

DOSSIER CHEAT SHEET

LEGAL NAME: Christine Audrey Chapel

NICKNAME[S]: tina, chrissy, chris, trouble

DATE OF BIRTH: October 20th, 2229

GENDER: female

PLACE OF BIRTH: Earth

CURRENTLY LIVING: Enterprise

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Federation Standard, French, Vulcan && German

EDUCATION: Stanford University (undergraduate, majors in biochemitry, genetics and medical science, minors in immunology, endocrinology && history), masters in archeological medicine and biochemistry, phd in epigenetics ++ nursing degree

HAIR COLOR: white (bleached), naturally a honey blonde

EYE COLOR: blue

HEIGHT: 175 cm

WEIGHT: 60 kg

FAMILY INFORMATION

SIBLING[S]: possibly an older sister, and a younger brother (still TBD)

PARENT[S]: Leigh and Jonathan Chapel

RELATIVE[S]: large family, her mom was one of five girls, all had around two or three kids, so christine grew up with several cousins that she is still very close to.

CHILDREN: verse dependent

PET[S]: milo, a dog when she was younger. she had a cat during her university years (name TBD)

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: verse dependent.

tagged by: @dimensionalspades (thank you!)

tagging: @owedfavors, @mutatedangels (twyla), @whenthisstoryends, @cosmicrayed, @danviers, @defectiveprts, @dernhelmalso,

[kilfeur]

Le spectacle de Felix et Kagami est glauque bon après j'imagine que c'est l'effet voulu. Mais bon du coup ça explique pourquoi Emilie et Amelie ont eu des sentimonstres pour enfants. Parce qu'elles étaient stériles et ne pouvaient pas enfanter et ce malgré les traitements des meilleurs médecins pour les soigner ! De ce que j'ai compris du spectacle, Emilie a utilisé le miraculous du Paon bien qu'il soit endommagé pour donner naissance à Adrien, qui par la suite tomba malade suite à l'utilisation du miraculous du Paon.

Puis Colt l'a utilisé pour avoir un enfant avec Amelie mais a finit par le mépriser et à le détester car il est tombé malade à cause de lui le traitant de monstre. J'imagine que par la suite Tomoe a utilise le miraculous du Paon pour avoir Kagami mais comme il était toujours endommagé, quand elle l'a utilisé, elle a perdu la vue ! Ce qui pourrait expliquer pourquoi elle disait à Kagami dans Ikari Gozen que l'amitié est décevante. En demandant de l'aide à Gabriel pour avoir un enfant, elle en a payé le prix tout comme Colt et Emilie ! Quand à Audrey, elle a pu utiliser une mère porteuse concernant la naissance de Chloe et de Zoe. Vu comment est Audrey, elle serait du genre "Pourquoi je ruinerais ce si joli corps ? Quand quelqu'un peut porter ces enfants à ma place !" Après certains vont se demander pourquoi ils n'ont pas adopté ? Je ne sais pas dans votre pays mais je suis allé voir comment est la démarche pour adopter en France et c'est aussi long à faire qu'un dossier à la MDPH.

Felix and Kagami's spectacle is creepy, but I guess that's the effect they're going for. But then that explains why Emilie and Amelie had children's sentimonsters. Because they were sterile and couldn't give birth, despite the best doctors treating them ! From what I understood of the show, Emilie used the Peacock's miraculous even though it was damaged to give birth to Adrien, who later fell ill as a result of using the Peacock's miraculous.

Then Colt used it to have a child with Amelie but ended up despising and hating it because he got sick from it, calling it a monster. I imagine that Tomoe later used the Peacock miraculous to have Kagami but as it was still damaged, when she used it, she lost her sight ! Which might explain why she told Kagami in Ikari Gozen that friendship is disappointing. By asking Gabriel for help in having a child, she paid the price, as did Colt and Emilie ! As for Audrey, I guess she could have used a surrogate mother regarding the birth of Chloe and Zoe. The way Audrey is, she'd be like, "Why would I ruin that pretty body ? When someone can carry these kids for me !" Then some people will wonder why they didn't adopt ? I don't know about your country, but I checked out the adoption process in France and it takes as long as applying a file to the MDPH.

[swedesinstockholm]

journal de let’s move pt. 5

29.01

j’ose pas affronter mon journal, trop de choses à dire. alors des images:

cybille qui se relève avec son cul collé au mien sur le dernier and all that jazz et moi qui me trémousse contre elle en chantant et elle qui me dit tu l’as kiffé le dernier and all that jazz là et moi qui dit hein? 

moi roulée en boule sur un fauteuil mies van der rohe du foyer dans mon sous-pull rayé après le show en train de regarder éléonore avec la tête appuyée sur le dossier pas confortable au bord des larmes mais les bonnes larmes et maya qui vient me dire qu’un des syriens pensait que je faisais partie des pros lui aussi, il est venu me féliciter et je l’ai remercié en posant mes mains sur le coeur comme la drama queen premier degré que je suis. 

tous les participants qui m’ont applaudie après l’échauffement quand on a fait le débrief avec sylvain et qu’il a dit elle est où la chanteuse de all that jazz? et qu’il m’a mis mille pouces en l’air en disant que c’était top super super bien et puis il est passé à la la land et il a mis les pouces en bas.  

le moment plein de joie où on a décidé de partir à rennes en stage intensif de chant chez éléonore avec audrey et qu’on s’est dirigées droit sur elle pour aller s’incruster dans la conversation et elle s’est interrompue pour nous regarder avec son air de clown, et puis on est restées trois heures à l’écouter nous expliquer des trucs techniques sur la voix et les spécificités de son métier de cheffe de choeur comme des groupies mais j’arrivais pas à me concentrer sur ce qu’elle disait parce que j’étais trop fatiguée et aussi trop occupée à regarder ses mains qui nous expliquaient comment fonctionnent les cordes vocales qui vibrent 440 fois par seconde avec ses doigts bagués de lesbienne et ses ongles tout petits petits. sur scène au moment où on se retourne pour chanter if she’d hear her baby’s queer on s’est regardées et je crois que c’était le hasard mais j’étais en feu. comment je fais pour transformer chaque projet de spectacle participatif auquel je participe en gigantesque drame lesbien imaginaire? c’est un don et il faut que je trouve un moyen de le rentabiliser.

je continue à avoir les larmes pas loin des yeux à chaque fois que je pense à cybille et à sa vie de danseuse avec ses deux enfants et son copain qui s’est barré et ses parents en corrèze qui gardent ses enfants quand elle travaille. peut être que ça a un rapport avec maman. quand on s’est dit au revoir un peu avant une heure du matin dans son grand manteau en peau sa casquette noire et ses lunettes rondes elle m’a dit: et que la vie redevienne lumineuse, ou un truc comme ça. je dois encore porter la tristesse sur moi. vendredi soir au dessus des coupes de champagne je suis brièvement tombée dans le puits de la mélancolie et quand elle m’a demandé si j’avais de la famille ici, je sais pas pourquoi j’ai interprété de la famille d’ici, et j’ai dit non ils sont tous morts et j’ai eu un rire nerveux et elle a dit j’adore ton humour noir et j’ai dit non mais c’est vrai en plus et ç’a répandu un petit flottement sombre et je me suis demandé pourquoi j’avais dit ça. ils sont tous morts. pourquoi je glisse toujours dans le glauque? mais la mort n’est pas glauque, peut être que ce que je veux dire plutôt c’est: pourquoi avec moi la mort n’est jamais loin? j’ai l’impression de la traîner avec moi partout où je vais comme un personnage de tove jansson avec deux yeux perçants mais pas de bouche, prête à surgir à tout moment.

en regardant les photos de son profil fb je suis tombée sur des photos d’une représentation où ils dansent dans des jardins et sur la route et sur le trottoir et on y voit cybille perchée sur un mur au dessus d’un homme qui joue du saxophone avec ses longs cheveux bruns qui flottent dans le vent et y a des gros nuages gris derrière elle et elle descend doucement sur les épaules du saxophoniste, pour délicatement finir sur son dos, agrippée à lui, sa tête posée sur son épaule avec les yeux fermés, au milieu d’un jardin un peu moche avec du gravier blanc et des fleurs roses et blanches. rien que de voir les photos j’avais envie de pleurer. la douceur qui s’en dégageait, je sais pas. ça m’a donné envie de faire une performance dans la rue, sur un trottoir, dans un jardin. et puis l’idée de collaborer avec elle m’a brièvement traversé l’esprit. elle doit passer la semaine à paris pour “bosser sur une créa.” j’ai pas osé lui demander ce que ça voulait dire. quelqu’un lui a demandé si c’était elle la chorégraphe et elle a dit ohlala non pas du tout, chacun son travail, moi je suis interprète.

après le show les artistes sont tous venus dans nos loges et sylvain a fait un petit discours, il disait qu’à chaque fois qu’on ressentirait de la colère, on devait penser au moment qu’on venait de partager, interculturel, inter tout, les réfugiés syriens qui coiffaient les filles ukrainiennes avant de monter sur scène parce qu’ils étaient coiffeurs dans leur vie d’avant, des traumatisées de la danse comme moi qui dansent sur scène avec des danseurs et danseuses professionnel.les et qui ont dansé la valse avec pas moins de CINQ inconnu.es du public dont un type d’à peu près mon âge j’ai invité un type à danser la valse avec moi je peux tout faire maintenant. j’ai aussi invité une femme qui était dans mon cours de théâtre et qui m’a dit tu me reconnais pas? parce que j’ai trop la grosse tête depuis qu’ils ont fait de moi une star. j’ai fait plusieurs traversées de la scène au mambo aussi, elles étaient arythmiques et désarticulées et j’étais toujours pas à 100% à l’aise mais j’essayais de me rappeler de ce que quelqu’un m’avait dit: c’est pas grave si tu sais pas danser la valse, ça fait partie de ton personnage, et ton personnage il sait pas danser la valse.

et donc dans les loges j’étais appuyée contre le porte-manteau avec la tête d’une fille qui s’était collée contre moi posée sur mon épaule, la pression qui retombait et la tension émotionnelle qui montait chez tout le monde, les yeux humides de sylvain, la tristesse à l��idée que ce soit terminé, j’ai commencé à pleurer: des gros gros sanglots de volcan c’était magnifique. 

[c0ldcased]

〈 𝟎𝟐. 〉 ⋟ ┈ * 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 .

ㅤ 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 : VIDEO GAMES .

⌕ — audrey bettencourt . . . the grave robber . 30s . she / her . bi . canon divergent . FILES : pins . notes . ic tag .

THE CASE OF THE FLASHING DAGGERS : wanted for desecration of multiple burial sites, murder, robbery . . . no known associates . husband's death ruled an accident ( further investigation needed ) .

⌕ — elizabeth comstock . . . the lamb . 19 - 20s . she / they . demi . canon divergent . FILES : pins . notes . ic tag .

THE CASE OF THE INFINITE TIMELINES : wanted ! if found, alert columbian authorities immediately . . . known associate of the false prophet, detective dewitt, father comstock, ▇▇▇▇▇▇ . the teacher of false doctrine has led our lamb astray !

⌕ — claire foley . . . the time traveler . 20s . she / her . bi . canon divergent . FILES : pins . notes . ic tag .

THE CASE OF THE REWOUND CLOCK : wanted in connection with explosion of faulty time machine prototype . . . known associate of hershel layton . not quite dead, yet not quite alive ( schrödinger's research assistant ) .

⌕ — clive dove . . . the journalist . 20s . he / him . bi . heavily canon divergent . FILES : pins . notes . ic tag .

THE CASE OF THE UNDERGROUND LONDON : wanted in connection with prime minister's abduction . . . no known associates . only known heir to widow's fortune ( adopted ) . why choose journalism ?

⌕ — nessie ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ . . . the big sister . 17 . she / it . ace . original character . FILES : dossier . pins . notes . ic tag .

THE CASE OF THE SEA'S DAUGHTER : wanted for suspected kidnapping . subject spotted along coastlines . . . no known associates . there is something in the sea . origins remain unknown . why only target young girls ?

[widowshill]

DOSSIER: VICTORIA WINTERS.

Studies in: parasitic obsessions with the past, entanglements with old families, Jane Eyre and Mrs. de Winter, the genre-dysphoric protagonist, transmutable identity, hauntings by the women of the narrative.

FULL NAME: Victoria Winters  AGE: early 20's BIRTH DATE: March 4th, 1946 ETHNICITY: white, American GENDER: cis woman ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual   RELIGION: Protestant, but not devout   SPOKEN LANGUAGE: English  CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: in a room at Collinwood OCCUPATION: governess, tutor, hired companion  

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: unknown (Betty Hanscombe and Danny Taylor) SIBLINGS: none SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Burke Devlin (1960's, engaged, presumed deceased) Barnabas Collins (ish, 1960's, formerly engaged... sort of) Peter Bradford (1795)/Jeff Clark (1960's, married, deceased ... kinda?) CHILDREN: none

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: grey HAIR COLOUR: brunette HEIGHT: 5'6″  BODY BUILD: thin TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: no tattoos, ear piercings NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: hair often tied back into a half-up ponytail with ends flipped. favors comfortable clothing like loose cardigans and jackets, midi skirts, or mock neck sleeveless dresses. captivating, haunted-looking eyes : sometimes more like a spirit, than a girl, as if she lived in another time entirely.

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: mixed bag, definitely not the brightest. very book smart, especially when it comes to history, which is a fixated interest of hers ––  to the point it is regarded as an unhealthy obsession by everyone else. she can name every president in US history in order, one of her only party tricks. once she begins working for the Collins family, she undertakes study of their own family history as well, especially the story of Josette Collins. quite decent at mathematics, geography, and basic science, as well as teaching them, and overall makes David a fine tutor: his aptitude and questions help her learn more too. socially, though, she struggles with a lot of social cues, and very frequently gets herself into a lot of trouble by oversharing with the wrong person, or misreading situations with those she's close with, or misreading situations period. in a modern era, she would be diagnosed on the autism spectrum. the intensity of her obsession with the past tends to put people off. while she’s often oblivious, she’s not completely helpless, and has successfully solved some complicated supernatural mysteries and managed to save David’s life, but she also stays on at Collinwood after repeated kidnappings so… not the sharpest tool in the shed.

LIKES: fresh coffee (hot and iced), sherry, soda, lobster, the smell of the sea and sounds of the waves, old books, family stories and oral histories (including ghost stories), antique stores - old jewelry and paintings, knitted cardigans, pop music: (including the Monkees, Paul Revere and the Raiders, Lesley Gore, the Everly Brothers), some classical music, namely for piano, and jazz (she doesn’t have a large record collection of her own, so usually ends up either listening to the radio or borrowing Roger’s) , music boxes, movies of old Hollywood - Gene Tierney, Marilyn Monroe, Rita Hayworth, Jane Russel, Audrey Hepburn - equally noir (Rebecca, Wuthering Heights, Niagara, The Phantom of the Opera, The Bride of Frankenstein, The Invisible Man) and technicolor musicals (The Court Jester, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, Mary Poppins). The writings of Austen and the Brontë sisters, radio dramas. She doesn’t watch much television, but she does enjoy The Twilight Zone. Museums: art or history, it doesn’t matter. she tends to prefer older art to modern art in general, but she does like photography and surrealism

DISLIKES: any hard liquor and for the most part, drinking in general, though she’ll occasionally have some champagne or a glass of sherry out on a date; the smell of cigarette smoke (cigars and pipes are better, though she doesn’t smoke herself and generally dislikes the habit), canned food (she feels obligated to like sardines but they're just ok); the cubist movement, most non objective art (though she has a secret soft spot for Rothko). I wouldn’t call it an outright dislike, as she appreciates it in other women, but she doesn’t have much interest in keeping up with fashion or hair/makeup and she hates shopping for her own clothes (though she’ll happily shop for David, or accompany Carolyn out on a shopping trip). any horror film with a lot of gore and on-screen violence. the only history she’s not much interested in is military history. and she tends to be uncomfortable around firearms and the thought of war in general: though she’s never going to be a passionate political activist, she opposes the war, and the draft

DISPOSITION: quiet, naive, goody-two-shoes. can occasionally be too blunt and too honest (to her own harm). “this may as well happen.” extreme fortitude in the face of continual Shenanigans that would rival Marcus Aurelius.

Biography:

“Because she’s lost and lonely. Because she looks in shadows.”

For twenty years of her life, Victoria Winters lived in the Hammond Foundling Home in New York City. At a few months old, she was dropped at the freezing doorstep with nothing but a note: “Her name is Victoria. I cannot take care of her,” and she was given the name Winters in honor of the season. Though she waited for her birth parents to come back and take her into the fold, no one did; neither did anyone have any clues about her past, and her family, or any place where she might belong, despite her desperation in the search. Her one link was the anonymous gift of $50 every month, postmarked Bangor, Maine, that came regularly until she turned 16 years old. Once she turned 16, she started helping at the foundling home to take care of and tutor the younger children, which became an official position at 18.

Her work at the orphanage continued for two years. Shortly after her twentieth birthday, Victoria received a letter from Elizabeth Collins Stoddard requesting her to the great old house of Collinwood, in Collinsport, Maine, to serve as governess. No one at the foundling home was able to give her any answers as to why she was thus requested: no one knew the Collins family. Victoria seized on the job eagerly as an opportunity to learn more about herself, and her past, convinced that the answers lay in the bay of the old fishing town. She took a train from New York to Collinsport, and never looked back (despite everyone begging her to)

With the Collinses, Victoria found the home, and the family she had longed for in the howling old house. Once used to sleeping in iron cots, Vicki is given Mrs. Stoddard’s former childhood bedroom, and treated much as one of their own within days of her arrival. Carolyn, the heiress beating at the walls of her ivory tower, became a proto-sister and her fastest friend. Elizabeth, the matriarch and ghost in a house of ghosts, treated her much like her own daughter. Roger, Elizabeth's wayward brother, though initially hostile, became immensely fond of his son’s governess … probably more than he should have been. David, her student, proved more trouble than she expected, and was the source of some of her earliest severe trials in the house, both threatened and realized: including attempting to frame her for his father's murder, aiding and abetting her kidnapper, as well as locking her away in abandoned rooms at Collinwood himself. After sustained effort, she was able to finally befriend David, a little worse for wear but staunchly resolved. their bond became significantly closer after David realized that his governess, too, could see the ghosts of Collinwood.

Though not for Roger's lack of trying, the man that captures her attention is Burke Devlin, a handsome, well-travelled and wealthy businessman, whom she was soon to learn was an avowed enemy of the entire Collins family. Wrongly convicted of vehicular manslaughter ten years ago, Devlin had returned to Collinsport to take his revenge out on the man who had gone free in his stead (and who had married the woman he loved), Roger Collins. Burke doted on the pretty, doe-eyed governess and though her loyalties were technically with her employer… she wasn’t long to resist his charm. The two of them became engaged, initially despite the Collins wishes, but eventually with their blessing, and even intended to buy a house on the Collins property: a beautiful old house called Seaview.

"What am I?" "It's a toss-up between a chocolate malt and champagne."

Eventually, the ghosts of the Collinwood estate and the wailing of the widows materialize themselves into tangible spirits, overshadowing Roger’s legal troubles and ten-year-old wounds. First, it is the ghost of the murdered Bill Malloy, covered in sea weed and dripping salt water onto the basement floor. Then, the ghostly bride of Jeremiah Collins, Josette, who makes herself Victoria’s spectral protectress when she is once again kidnapped and locked away on the Collinwood grounds. Then, Roger’s estranged wife, Laura, who reveals herself to be far more than an unfit mother, but a reincarnated phoenix, who attempts –– unsuccessfully, due to Victoria’s intervention –– to kill David. And then there is Barnabas. The Collins ancestor, lately returned from his coffin, who adores the past and scorns all modern amenities, charms Victoria, and she never suspects that the young women dying all over town might result from his gentleman’s hand. Conveniently, Burke Devlin’s plane goes down over the jungle right before they are to be married, making way for Barnabas to hypnotize his way into Victoria’s heart.

The defining event of her stay at Collinwood –– more than the murders, the many, many kidnappings, and the rotating circle of suitors –– is her travel back to the year 1795 in the midst of a séance, where she is able to pay witness to the early Collins family history herself and the earlier existence of Angélique Bouchard ( though, importantly, missing the evidence of Barnabas’s monstrous transformation ). Victoria is tried and hanged as a witch, which jerks her back to the present, after which she becomes obsessed with finding her lost love from the past, Peter Bradford. she miraculously succeeds, but her marriage to him (known in present day as Jeff Clark) is ill-fated. Jeff/Peter disappears back into the past, and Victoria is forced to pick up the pieces.

A note on Vicki’s parents: I won’t be following Liz as Vicki’s mother, at least on this blog, for these purposes (unless written as an au!). Instead: Vicki is the daughter of Betty Hanscombe, a former servant at Collinwood who was a lover of Elizabeth’s. Her father was Betty’s husband: a loveless, normative marriage. As the Collins family hushed the affair, Betty was institutionalized at Windcliff for homosexuality, a victim of American hysteria in the Lavender Scare. The intensity of the aversion therapy and other “treatment” received worsens her mental health, and though she is released before Vicki’s birth, Betty commits suicide only six months later at Widow’s Hill. Betty’s husband absconds to New York and abandons Vicki at the foundling home, leaving her with the note. Elizabeth, through the use of private investigators, is able to locate Vicki and send her regular payments, and later, to bring her to Collinwood under her personal protection. She feels an immense connection to Vicki both out of her love for her mother, as well as her tremendous guilt for her part in her fate. She’s also willing to let her suspect she is her mother, because it distracts from other secrets she’s not ready to disclose; nor is the town at large (including Sam Evans) willing to discuss what exactly happened to Betty, so it’s simply said she went away and died soon after.

[ouyander]

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