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beatingheart-bride · 3 months ago

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Emily had to agree with Dorian's conclusion: though there was no way of telling what he and Elizabeth had up their sleeves, it was evident that they were all starting a new chapter of their afterlives. She and Randall were surrounded by more loved ones than ever before, both in life and in death. Things had gotten off to a rocky start at first, but now that their guests had gotten a few days to settle in, they were all given a chance to bond and make up for lost time.

And of course, Emily looked forward to seeing just what the future would bring for Dorian and Elizabeth: they deserved everything good that came to them, and given their upbeat attitudes as they spoke about it, it seemed as if they were going to get just that.

Everything was looking up as the two couples continued on their stroll: with so many loved ones in their corner, Randall's and Emily's future looked bright, and it seemed as if Dorian's and Elizabeth's would only bring good things, as well.

With a playfully quirked brow, Emily teased, "Didn't you just invest in some new clothing a few weeks ago? Are you looking to switch out your entire wardrobe?"

@beatingheart-bride

"You know, I haven't been able to put my finger on it," Dorian remarked, chuckling just a little at the way his wife nudged him, trying to get him to be a little more subtle. "But...I can't help but feel as though we're all turning a new page in our afterlives, a new chapter...a new beginning, you might say."

At this, Randall tilted his head as he gave it some thought: In some ways, he sort of understood where his best friend was coming from. Since his grandparents and uncles had arrived at the Mansion, it felt like they were starting a new, exciting chapter. It felt like a new door was opened, and through that door came...so many possibilities! His parents would surely keep in touch with their extended families once they returned home, the Paces and Burkes no doubt wanting to be kept abreast of what was going on at Gracey Manor, and vice versa...chances were good they'd be back for birthdays and holidays; hell, one of these days, he'd get a chance to meet his aunts and all his cousins! It was frightening and exciting all at once.

And even beyond that, more had come from the presence of the visitors: Both his mother and father got to reconnect with their family and get to know their respective in-laws, and while they had some bumps in the proverbial road, given the heavier topics in the family, that hadn't stopped them at all from taking comfort in each other's presence and enjoying their time together. It was even eye-opening for the children; Lon got to see there were more twins like him in the family, and Erika was slowly but surely beginning to open up around the visitors. It all felt like the start of something new.

"Y'know...I like the sound of that," Randall smiled, and Dorian smiled back, before saying, "On a completely different note, I had some patterns I'd like you to look at for some new clothes I've had in mind. I may not be able to get them to you until later, what with all the planning, but I'd appreciate it if you gave them a once-over, and gave me your thoughts."

"I'd be happy to!" Randall replied brightly-anything for his best friend, after all.

#theheadlessgroom #hatbox ghost #randall #RP: Two Worlds; One Family #(There's something so ironic about you running a Disney RP blog; but wanting to go to Universal more:)#(I know you're big on Halloween Horror Nights! That has to be just around the corner; doesn't it?)#(I'll be honest; I could never do anything like HHN; with mazes and scare actors all around:)#(It would just all be way too overstimulating! There's this old Haunted Mansion ride)#(That's really well-liked at an amusement park I went to a lot growing up called Knoebels)#(And I went on it once as a teenager: never again! It's mostly cheesy scares; but it was WAY too much!)#(It's kind of wild; but sometimes I can get overwhelmed just watching videos of HHN!)#(Loud noises; things and people popping up in your face with no warning; flashing lights...)#(I can see the appeal for some people; but that would be my personal Hell!)#(Also; do you think that maybe after this day in RP; it might be a good idea to time-skip)#(To the day before the twins' birthday? Totally up to you!)

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hoshi-neko-hikari · 1 month ago

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Lost in Halloween Horror Nights (open rp)

Hikari was super excited to go to her first big kid haunted amusement park night. She’s heard so many things about halloween horror nights and felt she could be super brave since she knows the characters are all from movies.

Boy, did she get more than she bargained for when they arrived.

It looked way more intense in person and she felt incredibly nervous.

She overheard one kid say he was excited to get carried off by one of the actors since they were allowed to touch you as part of their roles and her nerves doubled.

“I dont wanna go in anymowe.” She said, tears in her eyes, but found that everyone went in without her and now she’s all alone in the scariest amusement park ever.

Tagging: @weirdgayenby @welcome-to-random-characters-2 @cali-magnus-archives-girl @corruptedbunny-multimuse @ anyone else who wants to join

#open rp #halloween

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marmie-noir · 22 days ago

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The Gang goes to a Gala

Gif credit: @stannyramirez (also reblogged, they are doing the ENTIRE second season so far as gifs and OH MY GAWD. Also shoutout to @little-earthquakes-rp for making sure I saw this amazing creator)

Warnings: Bad editing, the usual. I had a specific picture of a dress for Sunny but you can imagine whatever you want. Linking it feels very Wattpad XD.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, vibrating signaling I had a call. I put down the washcloth, swiping to answer when I saw it was Mitch. “Hey handsome.” “Hey Sunshine.” He sounded good, even over the phone, and I couldn’t help but smile as I finished wiping the table off before moving to the next one, free hand holding my phone. “You busy?” “Well you are my boss, I suppose that is a question for you. Am I busy?” I teased, slipping behind the bar to dunk the washrag in the sanitizer, drying my hands off.

Mitch laughed, that rumble that had me preening, smiling like a fool behind the bar as I glanced around, glancing at the few tables that were in for some midday gambling and some food. Certainly wasn’t busy and really I was just filling my time knowing that Mitch was busy today. “I suppose not. Tell you what,” He started, background sounds making me wonder what he was up to. “Why don’t you grab Ann and go out? You need a dress.” “A dress?” “Mhm. A nice one. A gala dress.” I let out a laugh this time. “Mitch Keller, why on earth would I need a gala dress?”

“Well, darlin’, cause we are going to a gala tonight.”

That had me leaning on the bar, glancing around to make sure no one was lingering around. The bar was fairly empty except an older man near the end, a table off to the side had a couple, and the casino had a few stragglers as well but they were being taken care of by the casino staff Dwight and Mitch had hired. “Forgive me, but I must have misheard you. Didn’t Dwight just get arrested? And we are going to a gala? For what?”

Mitch made that amused sound, the one that I knew vibrated from his chest like a hum when I did something he found either funny or cute. “That is right, and he just got out. And was invited to a gala. So stop asking so many questions and let me get dressed up with my girl.” I contemplated for a moment. The idea of dressing up with Mitch, sipping on expensive drinks and spending some time with our friends. After the night we had last night I wouldn’t mind relaxing a bit. “I’d need Ann’s help.” “Naturally.”

“Is there a theme?” “No idea.” That had a small laugh bubbling past my lips because of course he didn’t know, he just was excited to go. “Alright. Fine. I’m convinced. Will I see you beforehand?” “Ah, no. I’ve got some things to do before the party, but I’ll meet you there?”

“Sounds good, handsome. See you tonight.”

I had been picked up by Dwight and Michael, who I was still refusing to call Bigfoot. Yes, he was a mountain of a man, but he was also Mitch’s cousin and Bigfoot just sounded ridiculous. I didn’t plan to vocalize it, I’d just smile and nod if he told others to call him that, but he was practically my family in a way and Michael wasn’t a bad name. He was also surprisingly sweet and considerate, especially after we parked and he left the driver’s seat to open the back door and offer an arm for support.

I accepted the help happily, not wanting to flash anyone getting out of the vehicle in a dress, as well as have a moment to steady myself in heels. I wasn’t horrible in them, but I didn’t wear them often so it took me a moment to adjust. The dress I picked out was pretty and I liked it more than I thought I would. I had gone to a few different stores with Ann trying to find something to wear and we’d settled on this black dress, the style a classic black dress but with a thigh slit and only one arm. It left my other shoulder and arm bare and the thigh slit showed a bit of skin without being scandalous or get in the way of walking like a few of the other dresses had. Ann had twisted my hair into an updo, leaving my collarbone and back exposed, a few bits of simple jewelry on my skin but nothing too flashy. I didn’t really have much in terms of jewelry beyond a pair of diamond earrings from my grandmother and a necklace Mitch had gotten me a few months ago as a surprise.

“So, what is this gala for anyway?” I asked, smoothing my skirt before slipping my hand into Michael’s offered arm and looking to where Dwight had walked around the front of the car, lighting up a cigar and waiting for us. We began to move down the driveway, oddly away from the house before I saw a familiar van. So everyone else was outside still, probably waiting for Dwight. “No idea.” He said with a small half shrug, unbothered. “Just enjoy yourself tonight, Sunny. Have a few drinks, dance a little. I heard you pulled it together after I got carted away. You deserve a little fun, don’t you think?”

I let out a small sigh through my nose but didn’t say anything, my heels clicking against the asphalt of the driveway as we drew closer to the van. I was busy glancing down at my dress to make sure that it was sitting correctly and hadn’t shifted on the drive over, I didn’t even notice someone had rushed up to us. Arms wrapped me up in a hug and a familiar cologne filled my nose, making me let out a small laugh and release Michael’s arm to wrap my own around Tyson. “You look money, lady.” He said, pulling back to grin at me. Before I could return the compliment he leaned in slightly, tone dropping. “Tell him he looks good, he’s been preening all afternoon, stressin’ about what you are going to say.”

My brows knit together in confusion but he simply gave me another smile and stepped aside. Mitch was there, not so patiently waiting for Tyson to move so he could take the space, hands immediately on my hips. “Look. At. You.” He breathed out, bright blue eyes sliding up and down my form, not yet pulling me into a hug so he could look his fill. I rested my hands on his biceps, busy taking him in too. And damn if he didn’t look far too good, all dressed up in a black suit with a red patterned undershirt, the top few buttons undone to show a little chest and his necklace. But the most prominent change was his hair. “Look at me? Look at you!” I said with a grin, reaching up to slide my fingers through his hair. It looked good, the sides cut short and the top left longer, fluffed up and styled in a way that looked effortless but I knew couldn’t be. Mitch hesitated, clearly having forgotten his own appearance upon seeing me. It was cute, and I couldn’t deny it made me a little proud I could still distract the man. “Do you like it?” While he didn’t sound unsure exactly I knew Mitch enough to understand he was genuinely a little worried about my opinion on the change to his appearance. That had my chest warming up a little bit, the fuzzy feeling of raw adoration for this man softening my expression. “Yeah, baby. It looks good, you look really good. That suit too.” I told him, reaching out to adjust his jacket. My fingers slid under the blazer for a moment, feeling the expensive fabric of his shirt and the warmth of his skin underneath. “Makes me wanna ditch this party and drag you home.” That had Mitch lighting up, pulling me closer by my hips, his head ducking to look down at me. “Well we should stay for a drink. It’s only polite.” He teased. He leaned in, lips brushing mine gently enough, mindful of my make up, before someone cleared their throat. He pulled back and I grinned, leaning around him to spot the others leaning against the van, clearly not in the most patient mood. “Aw, Bohdie! Don’t be jealous, you look very nice.” I teased as Mitch shifted, moving to stand beside me with an arm around my middle. “Yeah yeah, can we go inside?” The grumpy tech guru muttered, looking away with an almost pouty expression.

“Armand isn’t even here yet. Oh, Fred, you look good too!” I complimented the other man, earning a smile and a little nod of his head as he stood a little taller, straightening his jacket. Really all of them looked good, it wasn’t empty compliments to friends. We all cleaned up pretty good. “Speaking of, where is-” The crunch of a bumper had me jumping slightly, Mitch’s hand on my hip giving me a small reassuring squeeze as we all looked over to see an obviously intoxicated Armand stumble out of the offending vehicle, having rear-ended a parked car. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I whispered, not believing this. I knew he was going through some things but to show up drunk, here of all places? Mitch didn’t comment but just gave my hip another small squeeze, watching on as Dwight stepped forward to smooth out the issue with the valet.

“Alright.” Dwight said, clapping his hands, smoking cigar bobbing between his lips. “I need you all to be on good behavior. There are a lot of high-level people with high-level money here tonight. I’m gonna work on meeting Thresher, you all rub some elbows and be polite to anyone who looks interesting.” “Who the fuck is Thresher?” Tyson asked. I’d never heard of the name before so I was curious too. “Thresher is who we wanna be. He runs the oil business, and he is the largest weed distributor in Oklahoma.” Dwight answered, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “That is one guy we want to be friends with. Now let’s go.” It prompted Bohdie, Tyson, and Fred to push off the side of the van.

We all walked up the long drive, my hand resting on the crook of Mitch’s elbow, a little in awe at the sprawling estate. The house was huge, the lights nearly twinkling, and I couldn't imagine having so much space. The inside of the home was just as opulent as the outside. Staff wove between dolled up women and cleaned up men with trays of food and fresh drinks.

I was instantly relieved to see I wasn't over dressed, relaxing a little more as the group of us hesitated in the entryway. Not that I particularly wanted to come to more of these things but it didn't feel bad getting all done up and having the arm of my mighty fine looking man. He had the top buttons of his shirt undone, hand sliding through his hair as if still getting used to it.

“It looks good, hot stuff.” I reassured with a smile, leaning into his side. He smiled back at me, relaxing a bit more, arm moving around my middle to keep me pressed close in the bustling gala.

“Alright,” Dwight spoke, turning to face us. “Go have some drinks and food. Have fun.” He ordered, waving us off.

I was all too happy to have Mitch lead us away from the entrance with Bohdie trailing behind, the three of us intent on finding a few drinks. I ended up with a delicate flute of champagne, sipping on the bubbly as I glanced around the home. Things like this just seemed so old money, familiar people and families rubbing elbows, not used to newcomers. We had gotten some appraising looks but no one had approached yet.

“Would you ever want to live in a house like this?” Mitch asked, still at my side as he sipped his drink.

I hummed, thinking it over with another sip of my sweet drink. “I don't think so. It feels like… like too much. Too much house to a few people. It would get lonely.” I liked that I could smell when Mitch put the coffee on, hear pops yelling at the game in the living room, the taps of Scruff’s nails on the tile. All those things made the house a home, and if our space was too large I think I would get lost in the halls.

“How did Dwight even hear about this?” I asked the men.

“The lady that boards Dwight’s horse. She is apparently some bigshot in the charity world.”

Bohdie made an amused sound into his glass. “That is putting it lightly. She has deep pockets, knows a lot of important people.” His voice was low, eyes scanning over the crowds of the rich and wealthy. “Lot of people like that here. Important people with a lot of money.”

I wasn't surprised Bohdi knew, I knew he was really into tech so I assumed he went electronically snooping. A lot of that was over my head but I was curious if he has looked into all of us. And if so, what he has found.

“So what I am hearing is that these are not our kind of people.” Mitch commented lowly, his hand flexing on my hip, his other still holding his drink. Bohdie hummed confirmation and I rolled my shoulders to try and dispel some of the tension, unsure what to do.

“How is the new shop coming along? Grace told me the space is amazing.” I changed the subject, looking back at Bohdie. I hadn't had a chance to stop by and look into it but Grace and I kept in contact. I kind of wish she was here right now, wanting a little more girl power on our side.

“Good, it is good. Fairly central so we should see an uptick in foot traffic. I actually was wondering if you would be free to swing by, Grace mentioned wanting your opinion on somethings.”

“Only if there is more of that apricot jam.” Mitch cut in with a grin, fingers brushing against the soft fabric of my gown at my hip. I felt my cheeks heat up, glancing away with a sip of my drink. The last time I had that jam had been on the back porch and it had lead to a bit more than a simple bedtime snack.

Mitch’s chest rumbled in a low chuckle at seeing my reaction. Before he could tease me Tyson came back to us, an odd look on his face.

“What?” I asked, brow quirking.

“They are serving pidgeon.”

“Okay?” I said, confused. Rich people seemed to enjoy eating small birds so that didn't sound so weird.

“And cicada.”

“Like… locusts?” I clarified, concerned now.

“Uh- yeah.” Tyson said, thankful that I was finally on his side of rich people, weird food.

“I gotta see this.” I said, releasing Mitch. Tyson shrugged, offering me his arm to be polite, and I accepted it with a little wave to Mitch as our friend led me further into the party. We wove through little clusters of guests, all the glitz and glamor distracting.

“Bohdie said big money was here. You think Dwight is trying to expand more?” I asked, voice low. Tyson might know something I didn't as his driver after all.

“Not sure, nothing concrete. But you know how the boss is, always a plan.”

That is what I was afraid of. Men like Dwight were capable of amazing things, but enough was never enough. He wasn't even my boss. Mitch was, and Mitch was his partner and the underboss. Not that I really knew what that was but Dwight had been sure to communicate that so it must be important.

I didn't vocalize my worry. Tyson worshiped the ground the older man walked on. I had faith in Dwight myself but not the blind faith these men seemed to put in him.

The pidgeons were easy to spot, the cicadas less so. I glanced at the large table laden with food, eyes lingering at the pile of brownish goo in a beautiful crystal dish. “No.” I whispered, looking up at Tyson.

“Yep.” He answered, the two of us skillfully avoiding the eye contact of the server. We peeled away from the table, stepping into a side room. I went to take another sip of my drink but found it empty, frowning at it. “I will get you another one, hang here.” Tyson said, smiling at my expression and leaving me at the small table.

I busied myself, hands smoothing down my dress to ensure it was still sitting correctly. It fit perfectly but I was a little anxious, not wanting it to shift and make me look foolish in such a public place.

“You look stunning.” A voice interrupted my subtle hands and I glanced over, the voice unfamiliar. A tall, handsome man stood there in a dark blue suit, one hand in his pocket and the other wrapped around a crystal tumbler of booze. He has blonde hair, more dirty blonde, falling slightly across his forehead, eyes so dark blue they were almost black in the low lighting of the party.

“Oh, thank you.” I said politely, smiling at the stranger.

He held a hand out, drink set down at my table. “Aiden. I don't believe I have seen you at one of these events before?”

“Sunny.” I greeted back, giving his hand a small shake. “And that would make sense, it is my first.”

“Well you fit right in.” He said, grin going up a mega-watt, the toothpaste commercial perfect smile I was sure won him lots of hearts. I gave a small nod in thanks, not wanting to stir up problems by being rude. “Are you part of a corporation or here independently?”

What a good question. “Oh, I was invited by a friend.” I said, unsure what the correct answer was exactly. Something about this man had me a little on edge, like being near a dog you were sure was friendly. He was handsome, charming, but that didn't mean he was safe.

“A friend? Who are they, maybe I know them?” He asked, voice dropping an octave as he leaned in.

Tyson appeared at my side then and I felt relief, flashing him a smile. “Tyson, just in time. This is Aiden.” I introduced.

Tyson looked at the other man, handing me my drink with a small nod, hand extended. They shook hands, Aiden’s smile dimming a bit with the company.

“Anyway, we should probably get back to our group. It was so nice meeting you Aiden.” I said, slapping on my charming smile. I leaned in, free hand hugging him quickly before pulling back and taking Tyson’s arm.

He seemed surprised at the touch but not off put by it, one hand settling on my lower back a moment before righting himself with a small nod. “You as well. Hope to see you at the next event.”

“We’ll see. Take care.” I said, squeezing Tyson’s arm as he got the hint and led me away. He seemed a bit stiff but I didn't comment on it, pulling him around the corner and out of sight. I didn't say anything until we found a private little nook.

When we stopped I set down my drink on the ledge, producing a dark leather wallet. “Thank god.” Tyson sighed in relief, shoulders slumping slightly. “You scared me there Sunny.”

I raised a brow in question, opening the wallet and snooping in the contents. “Did you think I was getting fresh with a rich stranger?” I teased, lips curling into a little amused smile. I pulled my phone out, snapping a few pictures of his ID, as well as a few scribbled notes tucked away next to the crisp hundreds.

“I had no idea you were pulling a James Bond, I was terrified I would have to tell Mitch you were getting fresh with another guy.”

I glanced up from the ID of one Aiden Michael Thresher, meeting Tyson’s dark eyes. “You would tattle on me?” I questioned. I had no intention of cheating on Mitch but hadn't thought about how others would react if I did, the interpersonal loyalty between us all a bit convoluted. “Not very bestie of you, Ty.”

“Hey now, don't do me like that.” He said, hand pressing to his chest. He looked almost as though he was pouting, adjusting his jacket next. “I would tell you if I thought Mitch wasn't acting right.”

“Even though he is an underboss?” I asked quietly. I dropped the wallet, giving it a little kick with the heel of my toe. It slid easily across the floor, stopping near a table. I smoothed a hand over my hair before grabbing my drink, reaching to take Tysons arm again.

He offered it willingly, looking down at me with a stubborn set to his brow. “You my ride or die, Sunny. Can't forget that.” I hummed, giving his arm a little squeeze with a smile. After the shoot out we were a lot closer and I wasn't going to forget that either. “What you do that for anyway?”

“He just- he felt weird. I want Bohdie to look into him. And his last name is Thresher, think it is the one Dwight was talking about?”

“No idea.” Tyson admitted, leading me back to Mitch and Bohdie.

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otherworldlysupervisor · 23 days ago

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"Make today a day worth watching-!!"

Hello boys and girls!! It's me, Blinky! Mascot and Supervisor of Watcher world! I made a blog on this wonderful website to promote my amusement park, and. . .keep an eye on a few things. Such as all of you! I'll be watching you all, so make today and every day after a day worth watching!

You put information about yourself here yes-? As well as things you enjoy? Very well! I enjoy-

Watching and observing things!

Watcher World of course!

Entertainment!

The color purple!

If there is anything specific you wish to know, don't be shy and ask me. I'll be watching and waiting for you :::::]

My Family and associates-!!

@time-time - My Brother Tinky

@devoteeoftheeyes - My Willing Peon

OOC//

AAAAAAA IT'S ME!!! I FINALLY MADE A BLINKY ACC I KEPT PROCRASTINATING!! HII HELLOOO!!

Fair warning: This Acc may not be in character for Blinky. I'm writing him how I envison him, as well as a tad diffrent because of my OC and my AU which is tied to him. If you don't like that please don't get mad, just don't interact with me :]

Basically anything, angst, little interactions all that shit I'm down with-!! Only Exception is NSFW, because I am Minor and mianly not comfy doing stuff like that! however, Flirting and sum romance themed stuff is alright, I'll be more then happy to do it :]

BUT I LOVE INTERACTING WITH OTHERS SO YWAHHH INTERACTI AND RP WITH ME AS MUCH AS YOU WANT DJFJTTHREE-!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ask box is always open to don't be afraid to pop on in and everything-!! >^<

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garmgeyr · 14 days ago

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Updates to Concept

// My writing process for Gallagher has been something of an experiment, so I've been making changes and trying new things continuously over the past 6 months. I haven't really made any official notes about it, but at this point, he's far enough away from my initial concept that I thought I should bring up the changes for those who might still think I'm writing him that way. Especially with the lore event and the potential to interact with new and old faces on the horizon.

This all, of course, is subject to change over the next several months now that Mr. Reca has been officially introduced and I wait for hoyo to prove or disprove a connection between them.

(Some mild 2.2 and 2.6 spoilers below)

First off, now that we know that Mr. Reca was likely the director for the Penacony main story, this opens up the possibility for Gallagher, as a virtual character, to have been created by Mr. Reca specifically for the story with the Trailblazer, and that Gallagher doesn't have any real connection to Mikhail or Penacony's history. This would mean that everything about him, not just parts, is completely fabricated and that he's basically Mr. Reca's OC for his Penacony fanfic. Cool concept, however, this possibility has me screaming into a cup (/neg) when it comes to RP.

None of my current HCs involve this theory. I'm simply putting it here as a disclaimer in case you see me completely rebuilding my concept for Gallagher in 3 or 4 months.

Changes in bullet format:

I'm no longer writing Gallagher as an avatar for an off-screen History Fictionologist. From now on in my writing, italics won't denote this faceless History Fictionologist's thoughts or make any sort of separation between character and creator. Gallagher is simply Gallagher.

My current concept is that Gallagher the character and Gallagher the History Fictionologist are one and the same. His persona and history are half fabricated, his appearance is entirely fabricated, and he's the figure responsible for creating the story about the Watchmaker and his legacy. A new NPC (Ligeia) in Paperfold Academy talks about "a group of History Fictionologists" kidnapping Sunday, and while this rumor is about Sunday disappearing from the Grand Theater and not from Dewlight Pavilion, the fact that the Death of the Crow readable that she references is found in Dreamflux Reef in 2.2 instead of the Grand Theater gives me reason enough to believe that the "group of History Fictionologists" is indeed Gallagher. Likewise, this now gives a steadier foundation for connecting him to other instances when a "group of History Fictionologists" is mentioned, such as the attack on the amusement park. For the record, I don't necessarily think that "Gallagher" is an individual or a collective. I believe that these rumors are just imperfect reflections of "his" influence.

Related to the above, I write Gallagher akin to a spirit of Penacony. The person we see in the story is 1) Trailblazer privilege and 2) a mode of communication. How he appears changes per person, and I've already begun to reference in threads this idea that he may look like Gallagher the Bloodhound or Gallagher the Drinksmith to one person, while at the same time appearing like a statue of a Hound to a passerby. His appearance is nebulous.

Gallagher, like the Origami Birds and other memetic entities, only shows himself to others when he wants. He doesn't "live" like an ordinary person and is more like an on-off switch, appearing when he's needed and disappearing when he has nothing to do. Like a Memokeeper, he can exist like this outside of Penacony, and I've completely gotten rid of the idea that he'll change his identity and name if he goes elsewhere. Felt weird for me to write. Gallagher is Gallagher.

Post-2.2, Gallagher the character is "dead" in Penacony, but in GH he's still kicking around. I'm updating what I wrote back in July about how he exists and doesn't know why to say that he hasn't changed, but everyone else's memories of him have. Everyone who had contact with him should believe that he's dead or gone, but he can still be found in Penacony if one looks hard enough. For those who never met him in canon, it doesn't really matter. To them, Gallagher's story never happened, so meeting a drinksmith named Gallagher would just be like meeting any other random person. For those who did know him, however, I'll leave it up to the mun to recognize him post 2.2 or not. Enigmata obscures memory and perception, so in most cases he will be merely "the bartender" or "the Bloodhound" until the other character sees through the fog and calls him by the name they know him by. After which, he'll appear to them as Gallagher.

To simulate the idea of fictionalized history, I'll be writing Gallagher's posts exclusively in past tense starting with the next thread I start. Usually I match my partner's tense, but in this case, I want to capture the concept of something that has already happened and been recorded, but has been edited in some way afterwards.

I think that's all for now, inb4 I come back in 2 months to completely rewrite this

#out of character #headcanons #// 3 updates in 6 months good lord #// I love this character and this concept bc it feels like trying to pull something out of the 4th dimension and make it visible in the 3rd #// let it be clear too that I love mr. reca and I'm fully prepared to make any updates to my characterization in the future because of him #// despite the screaming into a cup hahaha #// been chewing on some horror au ideas lately as well but they'll probably have to wait until december

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NOTICE: This post is under construction as of aug 17, 2024. it is not up to date. hello! i'm boneset (or bone). thanks for stopping by my super-specific search thread! if interested, please leave a reply or dm me!

a bit about myself: she/her. I'm currently in my late 20's and have been writing/roleplaying in some shape or form for 12+ years. i'm in grad school (and will be for awhile) and work full time in mental healthcare. occasionally, days are wild.

when it comes to writing, i generally write somewhere between 500-1k words a post. the shorter the post, the faster i can write. i definitely value someone who's writing fits with mine over length or anything like that. i'm also super flexible when it comes to post rate. if it takes a little bit, that's totally fine! especially if we do build a rapport. i want this to stay as something that's fun for both of us. it's a hobby, so it comes after everything else.

doubling. i play a canon for you, you play one for me, and i love every character as my own. OR we both play two ocs who fall in love against their will. Idc.

m!canon x f!oc preferred (or m!oc x f!oc). I know who I am. I have no shame. I’m so super cautious about m// and f// after years of running into folks treating it as a fetish.

ooc chatting. for the rps that have survived my hiatuses, it's been because we made friends, or at least friendly. i like talking, sharing head canons, all that stupid crap. tldr: i need someone to send memes to.

ooc over discord, please, after we’ve graduated to that. DMs first if you don’t mind.

email, discord, gdocs, and tumblr in order of preference for the roleplay but I'm open to any.

i am a sap for romance. less so for super slow burns. sue me. I can barely read slow burn much less write it.

500-1000 words is my sweet spot for responses, but i'm not that fast of a writer, depending on what's going on. see: why i like ooc.

pairings and all below the break!

for fandoms, I’m going to list what I’m looking to play the oc in. I am super duper happy to play nearly any canon character for you.

the walking dead: ＊i haven't seen the spin-off series. super comfortable going as AU as we want. ＊looking for: glenn (pls pls pls), daryl ＊will play: rick, daryl, shane, negan, others probably ＊some vibes: people who knew each other prior to the zombies meeting each other again after, dead rising vibes, traveling through the wilderness, overgrown and rundown towns and cities, towns that have gone mad, human enemies, natural threats, fluff, megamalls, amusement parks, adventure, horror, fluff, uneasiness in the calm, found family, hesitant allies

the last of us: ＊i've played both games and watched the show ＊looking for: tommy miller, m!oc ＊will play: joel, ellie, others, m!oc ＊some vibes: FIX IT JESUS, protecting family, human enemies, natural threats, antagonistic towns, lost in the wild, weird periods of domestic easiness followed by hurt/comfort hell red dead redemption: ＊i've played rdr and rdr2. kind of familiar with revolver. ＊looking for: charles smith ＊will play: arthur, john, dutch, others (but not micah) ＊some vibes: railroad turmoil, dutch has lots of plans (very little outcomes), high society meets the old west, running from the law, causing problems, adventures in the big city, trying to leave old lives behind, forbidden love, enemies to lovers

fallout: ＊i've played 1, 2, 3, 4, 76 & NV. mainly looking for nv. ＊looking for: m!oc ＊will play: ask for canons, m!oc ＊some vibes: causing chaos in the wastes, embracing the local cryptid status of the player character, toxic people everywhere, attempting to survive, mercenaries, prostitutes, salt of the earth managing to do some good against their will, traveling to other locations

original(ish) story vibes:

zombies! please zombies. love it. media inspo: l4d, deadrising, resident evil, twd, george romero

fantasy. royalty, pirates, mermaids, adventures, curses, and extra doses of romance. some assassins? hiding from responsibility? childhood friends to lovers and enemies finding common ground. media inspo: ACOTAR, lord of the rings, ever king, damsel, fire emblem, (for modern of these vibes) new protectorate by abigail kelly

urban fantasy vibes. witches and monsters, and romance and weirdness. maybe some monsters. eldritch beings. small town, rural america? media inspo: x-files, teen wolf, supernatural, stay a spell by juliette cross, scooby doo, being human, folk haven by lauren connolly, old gods of appalachia

cowboys! Modern? Traditional? I do not care i love cowboys and the south, just minus all of those….you know, issues. media inspo: red dead redemption, man from snowy river, yellow stone, lyla sage books

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