#eulalie walker

[startouched-maiden]

A mother and her two daughters (Julien was taking the picture!) <3 they all take after their midlander father

[choicesficwriterscreations]

The Royal Romance Masterlist 2024

✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨= Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA

September 2024

Week Ending September 28, 2024

Law's End: Murder at Vista Heights (Series) ✒️ | Multiple Characters - @angelasscribbles Part 7

Royal Adventures (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!MC - @tessa-liam Prologue

Royal Love (Series) ✒️ | Eleanor Rys x M!OC - @eadanga Part 20

The Royal Romance (Series) ✒️ | Multiple Characters - @eadanga Chapter 10 - Part 1

Bridge of Dreams 🎨 | Liam Rys x F!MC - ArtbyAinna (IG) C: @tessa-liam

Marabelle (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!MC - @tessa-liam Chapter 15: Life Goes On - Part 2

Princesa Real 2 (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!MC - @belencha77 Chapter 42: Verades Ocultas Chapter 43: Encuentros y Revelaciones

August 2024

Week Ending August 31, 2024

Diana and Juliana 🎨 | F!MC & F!OC - @erixadraws

Marabelle (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!MC - @tessa-liam Chapter 15: Life Goes On - Part 1

Princesa Real 2 (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!MC - @belencha77 Chapter 36: Entre y secretos Chapter 37: Sorpresas en la fiesta Chapter 38: Verdades y miedos Chapter 39: Cuando el corazon canta Chapter 40: Verdad que duele Chapter 41: Ecos de la opera 🔥Ⓜ

Week Ending August 24, 2024

It’s your love I crave 🎨 | Maxwell Beaumont x F!MC - @erixadraws

Princesa Real 2 (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!MC - @belencha77 Chapter 32: Mas Alla Del Juego Chapter 33: Cumpleaños en Paris Chapter 34: Desafios y Amistad Chapter 35: Amigos y Aventura

The Royal Romance (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!MC - @eadanga Chapter 9, Part 3

The Royal Romance Retelling (Series) ✒️ | Multiple Characters - @fadingreveries Chapter 4

Week Ending August 17, 2024

Week Ending August 10, 2024

Can't Take My Eyes Off of You (Series) ✒️ | Maxwell Beaumont x Olivia Nevrakis - @alj4890 Chapter 7

Ghosted (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!MC - @kristinamae093 Chapter 12: Betrayal

Princesa Real 2 (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!MC - @belencha77 Chapter 20: Caminos Cruzados Chapter 21: Sorpresas en Roma Chapter 22: El Último Brillo Chapter 23: Final Agridulce Chapter 24: Secretos y Desfiles

Savage Love (Series) ✒️ | Drake Walker x F!MC, Liam Walker x F!MC - @angelasscribbles Chapter 28: Here Comes The Bride?

Week Ending August 3, 2024

July 2024

Week Ending July 27

Week Ending July 20

Mirabelle (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!OC - @tessa-liam Chapter 13: If You Love Her

Mission Cordonia (Series) ✒️Ⓜ | Drake Walker x F!MC - @karahalloway Chapter 3: Slow Burn

Presenting Lady Hellebore Eulalie Travieso of New York 🎨 | F!MC - @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Princesa Real 2 (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!MC - @belencha77 Chapter 2: Preparaciones Special: La Voz Del Dolor Chapter 3: El Gran Retorno Chapter 4: ¿Hablamos?

Royal Times 🎨 | Liam Rys x F!MC - @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Week Ending July 13

Princesa Real 2 (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!MC - @belencha77 Prologo Chapter 1: Regreso a Casa

The Royal Romance Retelling (Series) ✒️ | Multiple Characters - @fadingreveries Chapter 3: Welcome to Cordonia

Week Ending July 6

Princessa Real (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!MC - @belencha77 Chapter 36: Un ultimo beso Chapter 37: Nota Misteriosa Chapter 38: Dos se vuelven uno 🔥Ⓜ Chapter 39: Larga Vida al rey

The Stabbing: A Bad Romance One Shot ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!MC x Drake Walker - @angelasscribbles

June 2024

A Royal Misadventure ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!MC - @tessa-liam

Dreams: A Bad Romance One Shot ✒️ | Maxwell Beaumont x F!MC - @angelasscribbles

The Royal Romance (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!MC - @eadanga Chapter 9, Part 1

Week Ending June 22, 2024

Cinderfella's Adventures in Cordonia (Series) ✒️🏳‍🌈 | Drake Walker x M!MC - @justcallmefox89 Chapter 24

Dark Elf (Series) ✒️🔥 | Multiple Pairings - @angelasscribbles Chapter 8: Unexpected Discoveries

Kiara Theron 🎨 - @sazanes

Mermaid Hana Lee 🎨✒️ | Hana Lee x NB!OC - @masked-alien-lesbian

Return to Sender ✒️ | Drake Walker x F!MC - @prettyboisteveharrington

Turning the Page (Series) ✒ | Liam Rys x F!OC - @tessa-liam Chapter 13: Only You Can Love Me This Way

Week Ending June 8, 2024

Princessa Real (Series) ✒️ | Liam x F!MC - @belencha77 Chapter 25: Paseo por las ruinas Chapter 26: Juego Justo

Disbelief ✒️ | Maxwell Beaumont x Olivia Nevrakis - @alj4890

Murder at Vista Heights (Series) ✒️ - @angelasscribbles Chapter 6

Size Doesn't Matter: A Bad Romance Drabble ✒️ | Multiple Pairings - @angelasscribbles

The Royal Romance Rewrite (Series) ✒️ - @fadingreveries Chapter 2

[newyorkthegoldenage]

A bathing beauty contest at Steeplechase Park, Coney Island, July 23, 1923. The winner, Heather Eulalie (Polly) Walker, "Miss Coney Island," went on to the Miss America pageant. She finished third.

Photo: Bettmann Archives/Getty Images/Fine Art America

[juchily]

Artemis Crock, Zatana Zarara, Raquel Ervin, Dinah Lance, M'gann, Karen Beecher, Jade Crock (Young Justice)

Clementine, Carly, Lily, Katjaa, Christa, Rebecca, Sarah, Sarita, Mariana Garcia, Violet, Ruby, Minerva (Telltale's TWD Game)

Annabel Lee Whitlock, Lenore Vandernatch Morella, Eulalie, Berenice (Nevermore on Webtoon)

Ashlyn Banner, Taylor Hernandez (School Bus Graveyard on Webtoon)

Valentine Wiggin (Orson Scott Card's "Ender's Game" series)

Sadie Adler (Red Dead Redemption 2)

Pandora, Athena (God Of War 3)

Caroline Becker, Grace Walker, Sigrun Engel (Wolfenstein 2: The New Collosus)

Katara, Toph, Suki, Ty Lee, Azula, Mai, Kyoshi (Avatar The Last Airbender)

Elena Fisher, Chloe Frazer (Uncharted)

Anne Boonchuy, Sasha Way right, Marcy Wu, Polly Planter, Ivy Sundew, General Yunan, Lady Olivia, Valeriana (Amphibia)

Luz Noceda, Amity Blight, Camila Noceda, Willow Park, Eda Clawthorne, Lilith Clawthorne, Vee (The Owl House)

Oracle, Catwoman, Poison Ivy (Batman: Arkham City and Knight)

Mary (hiimmarymary on YouTube)

Max Mayfield, Eleven/Jane Hopper, Joyce Byers, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things)

Beverly Marsh (IT)

Sydney Novak, Dina (I Am Not Okay With This)

Lottie Matthews, Natalie Scatorccio, Van Palmer, Taissa Turner, Shauna Shipman, Jackie Taylor, Laura Lee, Misty Quigley (Yellowjackets)

Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, Judy Hicks, Kirby Reed, Jill Roberts, Tara Carpenter, Sam Carpenter, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Amber Freeman, Anika Kayoko (Scream)

Faith Seed, Jess Black, Mary May Fairgrave, Kim Rye, Joey Hudson, Grace Armstrong, Adelaide Drubman, Carmine Rye (Far Cry 5 plus Far Cry New Dawn)

Olivia Dunham, Astrid Farnsworth + plus their variants (Fringe)

Hello, tumblr user. Before you is a tumblr post asking you to name a female fictional character. You have unlimited time to tag a female character, NOT a male one.

Begin.

[starkiddreamcasting]

Starkid The Music Man

Ya got trouble with a capital T and that rhymes with D and that stands for Dreamcast (the Starkid Music Man one to be exact). The Music Man is a show that is near and dear to my heart as it was one of the first musicals I saw (with my grandpa as Mayor Shinn and my sister as Amaryllis) and I saw it three times in a row afterwards. I created this when I got over my hangups involving children-heavy casts and was going to post it when the revival opened on Broadway, but I realized with the way the world is that might not be for a long time so enjoy right now!

1. Joey Richter as Prof. Harold Hill 2. Britney Coleman as Marion Paroo 3. Dylan Saunders as Mayor Shinn 4. Jaime Lyn Beatty as Eulalie Meckechnie Shinn 5. Corey Dorris as Marcellus Washburn 6. Lily Marks as Mrs. Paroo 7. James Tolbert as Tommy Djilas 8. Ali Gordon as Zaneeta Shinn 9. Nick Lang as Winthrop Paroo 10. Kendall Nicole as Amaryllis 11. Jeff Blim as Charlie Cowell 12. Jim Povolo as Olin Britt/Traveling Salesman 13. Robert Manion as Oliver Hix/Traveling Salesman 14. Brian Holden as Ewart Dunlop/Traveling Salesman 15. AJ Holmes as Jacey Squires/Conductor 16. Lauren Walker as Alma Hix/Mrs. Paroo (u/s) 17. Meredith Stepien as Mrs. Squires/Eulalie Meckechnie Shinn (u/s) 18. Lauren Lopez as Ethel Toffelmier 19. Jamie Burns as Maud Dunlop/Eulalie Meckechnie Shinn (u/s)/Mrs. Paroo (u/s) 20. Curt Mega as Traveling Salesman/Resident of River City/Prof. Harold Hill (u/s) 21. Kim Whalen as Resident of River City/Marion Paroo (u/s) 22. Mariah Rose Faith as Resident of River City 23. Brian Rosenthal as Traveling Salesman/Resident of River City/Marcellus Washburn (u/s)/Ewart Dunlop (u/s)/Jacey Squires (u/s) 24. Joe Walker as Constable Locke/Traveling Salesman/Resident of River City/Mayor Shinn (u/s)/Oliver Hix (u/s)/Ewart Dunlop (u/s) 25. Bryce Charles as Resident of River City 26. Jae Hughes as Resident of River City 27. Rachael Soglin as Resident of River City/Marion Paroo (u/s)/Alma Hix (u/s)/Ethel Toffelmier (u/s) 28. Janaya Mahealani Jones as Resident of River City 29. Tyler Brunsman as Traveling Salesman/Resident of River City/Prof. Harold Hill (u/s)/Marcellus Washburn (u/s) 30. Jon Matteson as Traveling Salesman/Resident of River City 31. Angela Giarratana as Resident of River City/Winthrop Paroo (u/s)/Amaryllis (u/s) 32. Denise Donovan as Resident of River City/Mrs. Squires (u/s)/Ethel Toffelmier (u/s)/Maud Dunlop (u/s) 33. Tiffany Williams as Resident of River City/Zaneeta Shinn (u/s) 34. Alex Paul as Resident of River City 35. Brant Cox as Traveling Salesman/Resident of River City/Tommy Djilas (u/s) 36. Clark Baxtresser as Resident of River City 37. Alle Faye Monka as Resident of River City/Zaneeta Shinn (u/s) 38. Nick Gage as Traveling Salesman/Resident of River City 39. Joe Moses as Traveling Salesman/Resident of River City/Olin Britt (u/s)/Oliver Hix (u/s) 40. Chris Allen as Resident of River City/Mayor Shinn (u/s)/Charlie Cowell (u/s)/Jacey Squires (u/s) 41. Nico Ager as Resident of River City/Tommy Djilas (u/s) 42. Richard Campbell as Resident of River City/Winthrop Paroo (u/s)/Amaryllis (u/s) 43. Julia Albain as Swing/Alma Hix (u/s)/Mrs. Squires (u/s)/Maud Dunlop (u/s) 44. Nick Strauss as Swing/Charlie Cowell (u/s)/Olin Britt (u/s) 45. Sango Tajima as Swing 46. Eric Kahn Gale as Swing

Make sure to leave any show suggestions or any questions on my casting choices so I can explain them.

[eightysixed-a]

Introducing

                                                    Eulalie ‘Luli’ Walker

Age: 23 (August 5, 1993) Birthplace: Exeter, England Sign: Leo Gender: Female (cis) Height: 163cm/5′4 Hand: Righty Posture: Contortionist Family: Rhodesia Walker (58), mother. Lots of extended family but Luli can’t keep track. Occupation: Unemployed. Quote: “I shall live alone. Always alone. In a house or a tree.”

Eulalie didn’t always live in Toald Hall, a crawling, crumbling estate in the Welsh countryside where few ever visit. She grew up in a busy London neighborhood at the peak of her mother’s musical career, a baby heralded with as much fanfare as the offspring of Bowie or Sting. In her younger years, she rubbed elbows with all of the musical elite, and Elton John once stayed in their home and in Eulalie’s own words, babysat her until her mother returned from tour (really he only stayed for an evening or two).

Something of a recluse, her interests are many and varied, a voracious reader due to the vast and overfilling library of books in their estate, and a painter and keen student of glass art. Though nothing she does is ever done too seriously, and one day she will move out of the estate and get one of those fabled things people call a job. But until then, she’s quite happy to potter around in a world of her own making, flora and fauna her closest friends. 

Headcanons

Daughter of a synthpop star who made waves in the 80′s, now turned recluse in the Welsh countryside (think Kate Bush).

Lived with her grandmother and mother in an idyllic, if Grey Gardens-esque estate, until the grandmother passed away and her extended family invaded. Land and legal disputes, her mother being mentally unfit to challenge them, meant that the family of six moved in to live with Eulalie and her mother.

Likes flowers in her salad, usually carnations and pansies she picks from the fields surrounding their estate.

Has never used twitter, instagram, facebook or any other social media, but is an avid reader and user of reddit.

[daemonvols]

Chapter Three

Ghosts and Grave Robbers

 The graveside service lasted the usual hour, but Truman and his siblings lingered for at least another forty minutes, so I guessed that the old girl did not get to rest under the sod until closer to three. I also had to be back in the office by two preparing the final documents, answering the telephone and dealing with vendors or nursing home/hospice administrators who thought they should be entitled to group rates for the indigent dead we buried in our Potter’s Field. I could not get back to wiping down and replacing headstones under after dark. And I would not be in time to stop Old Sharpe.  

Rain hadn’t fallen in fact for a few days, so the grass clippings didn’t stick to most of the flat surfaces. It was the scraps and bits of moss that clung to the ornate designs and inscriptions of the wealthy dead that eat up time and nick my fingers. The middle class’s stones are simpler. Names, birth dates and death dates for the most part. Here and there you get a design or a quote, but nothing excessive. Potter’s Field “residents” get brass plaques flush with the grass with no one to really care about them.

Now nineteenth century folks who had money could and did drive this twenty-first century caretaker crazy with detailed carvings of sheep and angels and weeping women in long gowns full of moss- and mold-growing folds, not to mention the extra words to describe the loving mother, faithful father, beloved child and so forth. I realize it’s all to comfort the surviving family, but, after living all of my thirty years in a cemetery and reading the records and hearing the ghosts’ gossip, I have to wonder how much of those endearments are wishful thinking.

Take Old Man Sharpe, and I wish somebody would.

    The official records of the time list him as Benjamin Antony Sharpe, born 1831 and died 1881. The newspaper obituary described him as a “leading citizen who loved God and served his fellow man.” He left neither widow nor children, except for the town’s orphans housed in Heaven’s Angels Children’s Home and the women of the three Magdalene houses he oversaw with other leading citizens. Benjamin Sharpe was upright man, as the white marble stone stated in Gothic script over his grave in the southwest corner of Section A’s front skirt.

    But there’s more to the man. My grandparents spoke of him as “Der Parekh,” a bad man, but that is all I knew until after they died. I pulled the records from the library’s stacks, made hard copies from their microfiche and, on my own time at home, Googled his name. A notice in the newspaper, dated the day after his death, announced an inquiry into his death, hinting that a man of 50 in “splendid health” might have died under suspicious circumstances. His maids Bridget O’Doole and Mary Kate Bailey were being held for questioning. “Obviously Irish,” the article went on to note. The reporter omitted, or assumed the readers would add with a shudder, the words “and likely Catholic.”

“The good people of Sayresville demand an answer,” the article concluded.

    Thanks to the Freedom of Information Act and a few late hours on the Internet, I found the record of the inquest and the maids’ testimony.

As it turned out, it was a good public relations move to publish the obituary before the inquest. The maids, the cook and Sharpe’s valet told stories of Sharpe’s quick temper and his regular nighttime habit of draining two bottles of brandy, and then walloping the tar out of both maids with a specially knotted belt. According to Bridget, on the night of his death, he’d cornered both girls in their narrow bedroom. He’d bent them over a bed with their shifts raised to their waists and had the belt ready to flay them when he “wheezed a bit like he was took by surprise” and fell down dead.

The valet, a “small Canadian” named Richard according to the inquest records, offered to tell more of Sharpe drinking and then being unable to find the privy. The valet further hinted that the upstanding citizen had more than once peed on stray dogs and late-night walkers.

    The officials cut the inquest short at that point. The determination they made official was death by natural causes.

    But “natural causes” in the corporeal sense does not explain a ghost still wandering the cemetery and harassing other ghosts nearly 130 years after his death. And that is what Old Sharpe does when Varney knocks loose Sharpe’s head stone as the mower did after any funeral. As Varney did the day of Eulalie Plutarch’s funeral.

    I know this because the two ghosts I call my gossips caught me heading out to finish the wipe-downs that night.

    “He’s out again!” yipped the first one, who was Missy Drucker. She had been a housewife who died at the age of 37 in 1951 of a burst appendix. Her family buried her with a headstone complete with Psalm 23 and a rare color photograph of Missy. She’d been a pretty brunette with vacant blue eyes dressed in pastels. Six years ago, the plastic or whatever cover that held the photograph onto the stone fell off, as did her photograph. The required search for family members turned up no Druckers in upstate New York that acknowledge a Missy Drucker, or a Michelle Drucker nee Baker, let alone give permission and funds to replace the photo or the cover. Regs would not allow me to do so, either. It’s a vain hope that someone someday might come to claim that fading picture, but I keep it with my ledger. I like to be prepared.

    “He yelled at me to raise my dress!” the other told me. This was Mischa Bridey, born in 1892 and died in the influenza pandemic of 1919. She must have been a spinster school teacher. It may be that her white shirtwaist cinched too tightly at her waist over a heavy dark skirt that swept along the gravel. Or her blackish hair stayed now for eternity in a tight bun that gave her headache. Or maybe, back in her living days, she really needed to get laid. She never has anything good to say about men and she is, in general, a bespectacled, pinch-faced grump.    Then again, until seven years ago in the spring, someone had come every June to lay six yellow roses on her grave. I found the last bouquet dried out from a rainless July and “borrowed” one of the petals for my ledger. You never know about some people. Or ghosts, for that matter.

    You have more questions: yes, ghosts exist. I see them most nights, occasionally during the day, and have done so since I was a baby. I’ve felt the cold that surrounds the ones whose bodies died by violence and the softer coolness of those who passed more peacefully. Ghosts, spirits, “hain’ts,” etc. - they’ve gone by all sorts of politically correct and incorrect labels, but the CPF has a fair share of the haunters for Onondaga County.

Yes, I talk with them.

    And no, I don’t really know what a ghost is in the physical sense. I also don’t know if ghosts realize they are dead or not. It seems rude to ask. Furthermore, I doubt they’d behave any differently than if they did realize it. I would be willing to bet Old Man Sharpe wouldn’t.

    “I know,” I said to Missy and Mischa. “I’m on it.”

    “Well, hurry up before he gets over the hill!” Missy snapped.

    “Well, I could if two nosy hain’ts would clear the road!” I snapped back.

    These two are the first ghosts I’d met who had an overwhelming desire to always be relevant; it is likely they found themselves behind the times while they lived and spent that life and this afterlife trying to catch up. To do this, this pair had observed and learned reactive “moves” to do in unison. This night they gave me the Cat Move: their opaque and vaguely pink hands raised to ear level, then fingers curl for claws and a nasal “Re-e-e-eowwwww!!” from their ghostly gobs.

    I walked away before they celebrated their unified dissing and high-fived each other right down to their non-corporeal elbows.

    Sharpe’s grave was on the southeast end of Section A. The Board approved more tall poles with more blue-white lights back there rather that install the motion detectors the police recommended to dissuade drug deals and lovers with a fetish for having sex on graves. As security for the living-wise, it was a help. To find a ghost whose color was fading to white and gray, not so much.

By the oak tree, where I’d stood only a few hours ago, floated the white shape of a dead martinet. He had to have been a lump of a man. His spirit wasn’t much taller than my five-foot-four height and he spread out from belly to butt. He had goggling pale eyes and a beak of a nose over flabby lips. His ears under the white fronds of hair reminded me of a harp that sagged at the bottom. He was clothed – they still buried them in something like their best back then – but Sharpe had faded so much, it was hard to detail his garments beyond shirt open at the neck under a waistcoat and over trousers. Tradition held that he be buried barefoot, so I was glad the end of his trousered legs were a blur. No doubt he’d had knobby feet with talon-length toenails. And he had the knotted belt they’d buried with him raised in one lumpy hand over his opaque head. I braced myself for the howl. Sharpe’s voice, whether in death or reminiscent of his living squawk, ranked right up there with fingernails on a chalkboard.  

And Benjamin Sharpe was a howler. “Bridget, you strumpet! I know you broke that china cup! I’ll blister your hindquarters for that! Where are you, girl?”

It is wise to approach ghosts, slowly, particularly agitated ghosts. Hands down at the side, head slightly down but off to one side so there can be modest eye contact. It is a literal pain in the neck after a while.

“Care for the residents,” I muttered. “Mr. Sharpe!” I said somewhat louder. “Mr. Sharpe, it’s Grace. Isaac’s granddaughter.”

Sharpe halted and undulated for a moment. The belt came down to his side. “Grace. Yes. Your grandfather is a good man. He took the stones out of my grave before they lowered me into it. Wanted me to be comfortable, he said. So I could rest.”

“That’s right. You look tired, Mr. Sharpe.”

“I am tired. They all want so much from me! Those brats! Those whores! How much more do I have to give? I’m only one man!”

It is also advisable that, if a ghost on the loose wishes to howl against what he perceives as injustice, he be allowed to do so before you herd him back to his grave. It may take a while, but interrupting can leave you standing there with him until dawn. Ghosts will follow you if you walk away. There’s also no telling if the ghost has not finished his or her diatribe at sunrise, that s/he won’t follow you to continue throughout the day. A ghost’s voice registers over the telephone as either white noise or a television on too loud to a bad soap opera – not something to have going on over your shoulder when you’re trying to sound professional and organized on the phone.

I waited for a gap in his complaint and tried again. “You need to rest. Why don’t you come with me and let’s get you back to your rest.”

“It’s that Bridget!” he snarled. “She broke the cup. I know it! She’ll pay with her hide!”

“So she will, but you rest first. You need your strength to – “ I swallowed my disgust – “do the job properly.”

“She’ll bleed for it!”

“If you rest first, of course she will. Now come on.”

You cannot reach out and offer to touch a ghost, so there was no leading him by the arm. I had tried once as a toddler to take the hand of the ghost of the first body buried at the CPF. All you get is a handful of icy cold and an annoyed ghost.

And there’s no pointing. Ghosts like Sharpe like to point, but to be pointed to or at would only start him off again through the cemetery in twice the rage. I stepped onto the gravel path with a slight bow towards his plot.

As I suspected, Varney had taken the corner too quickly again and knocked the stone to an acute angle off its seat and there was a nice three-inch gap to the right side. I stood a respectful half meter from the gap and offered it to Sharpe with a modest, open-handed gesture. “See? It’s all ready for you,” I said. “You tuck yourself in there and rest. Bridget is not going anywhere.”

Which was true. County records showed she died in 1948. St. Agnes’ Cemetery holds her body. Now, if she has a loose headstone and wanders, too, I’ve not heard of it. And it’s not my problem. Her late addle-pated employer, however, routinely is my problem.

Sharpe floated into a horizontal position on the sod that had been well-packed by living feet for one and a quarter centuries. He seeped back like foul water back into the earth with a mournful “Bridget!”

I straightened the headstone. Then I packed it down with moss and some extra dirt and gravel from the path. If the rains held off, Old Sharpe would stay put for another two weeks.

Back to the questions and possibly the Big Question: why do ghosts, souls, spirits, whatever you want to call them, hang around? There are probably two or three answers for every one person you might ask. The sort of “it’s this way, but maybe that way, too” thinking that leaves the listener more confused and not a little bit frightened.

I have only heard one explanation that makes sense – and, as with anything else, it’s open to debate. My Grandpa Dov said that Midrash assigns five levels to each living soul. Three, starting with the lowest, reptilian senses, are attached to the physical earth. Only two of them are on the spiritual level and yearn to reunite with the Creator. Therefore, the odds that a soul will pass on are sixty-forty against.

People in the past knew this and invented headstones. Headstones are meant to hold the sixty-percenters down until the dead realize that’s as far as they are going to go. Their spirits pass on then, with little or no notice given to the living.

Some souls, however, cannot take the granite or marble slab hint and insist on hanging around. I sometimes think they were the last ones to leave a party while they were living. Either way, the stone keeps them where their families buried them. But, like so many of the best laid plans, things do go awry. The CPF has drainage ditches, soil erosion and jokers like Varney and Trumbull. Ergo, we have ghosts walking the grounds most evenings. And I’m the one to walk them back and tuck them in again.

Old Sharpe was tucked away for this night. I wanted to go to bed and to dive back into my book (I’d fallen asleep just as the clothes were coming off and the strong masculine arms were outstretched), but something felt wrong.

Derek and his band of merry bloodsuckers were long gone to wherever they fed tonight. Missy and Mischa hopefully had returned to their plots or were having hissy fits over the crowding in the Potter’s Field. The CPF was not quiet. It never was at any time, but that night there were newer noises I did not recognize and did not like.

I ran up the hill again and stood beside the oak tree. Two small Coleman lanterns sat beside Eulalie Plutarch’s still open grave. The chairs were gone, the fake grass and brass frame for the hydraulics were gone, but the diggers had not filled in the grave the way regulations said they should have done once all the mourners departed the site. I felt cold and looked around for a wandering Eulalie. But the night wind had picked up, promising either rain or a dust blow from the middle school’s dead grass and playing fields. No ghosts that the living eye could see.

I hopped over graves and between plots to go down the broad backside of the hill, careful to stay out of the pole light’s glare. Here and there I slipped and had to apologize to the occupant of a grave for the intrusion.  Stepping on the residents’ graves and thereby on them is not good public relations.  Even if the grave I apologized to would be empty, it set those still lingering at something like rest.

Varney hadn’t loosened any more headstones that I could see, but some ghosts are only a slight disturbance of the seating away from joining the nightly rounds. Especially for the newly buried. I knew Eulalie Plutarch by sight from the newspaper society pages and her son’s behavior (neither one flattered her). Her ornate pink granite headstone was set, but the grave was still open and I did not want her ghost haranguing me about the “abysmal service” offered here at the CPF.

I stopped in the dark at the edge of Section A before the path that led to B. The Coleman lanterns burned on high, one at one long end of the grave, the second at the other. A head of thick medium brown hair bobbed up and down at the rim of the grave, consistent with someone digging. I heard scraping and the occasional thunk! Of hitting the mahogany, brass-embossed coffin.

“Dammit, Jerry! You told me you left the casket unlocked!” barked a somewhat attractive baritone voice from inside the grave. I moved over to the edge perpendicular to the rest of the Plutarch plots. I stood in the glow of an eighteen inch kerosene lantern and looked down.

[startouched-maiden]

—- ✦▸ The ᏇoLkids go to Ᏸlunderville!

[startouched-maiden]

Bored at work so dropping some Eulalie lore!

Born to Vivien and Kaian Walker, Eulalie is the eldest of three and is mixed Miqo'te / Hyur. Due to their mixed ancestry, Vivien and Kaian did not anticipate having children but were beyond thrilled to welcome their first baby girl into their lives. (the other two were also surprises; these parents didn't learn.)

While she typically goes by Eulalie, her family and loved ones sometimes call her Eula. Her youngest sister, Rosalie, calls her Eulie.

Eulalie is incredibly shy and even formal around strangers but opens up into an excitable chatterbox around trusted individuals. She does not have great confidence and frequently second guesses herself except when she has a firearm in her hand.

Taking after her father, Eulalie is an incredibly talented inventor and can recreate most technology after only brief use. She showed her interest in magitek as a toddler and deeply bonded with Kaian over their shared interest and passion. As she grew older and expanded her studies into combat, she has proven herself to be an adept markswoman, making her a machinist (and sniper) to be feared on the battlefield. Each of her guns have either been handcrafted by herself or specially purchased by her father; each gun in her collection has been bestowed with an affectionate nickname.

As Eulalie is only half Keeper, the Moonmaiden blessing did not recognize her as eligible to receive the blessing. She was an incredibly weak infant as the blessing nearly rejected her entirely, causing Vivien's pregnancy to be a particularly difficult one.

When her parents die in her timeline, she sets out to find a way to better the world and eventually comes to the conclusion that the best hope for her world is to reset the timeline. In her endeavors to travel back in time, she spends most of her teen years pouring over her father's research, Moonmaiden lore and using her connections to access Labyrinthos. Both of her siblings, Julien and Rosalie, assist with this although it is impossible to deny that Eulalie is the brains of the three. Eventually, she is able to harvest Vivien's aether from the aetherial ice her body is encased inside and uses it as a "beacon" to travel back in time to not long after Viv received her final blessing from Menphina.

PHEW I WROTE A LOT! I'll be back with more Eulalie Walker lore 🫡

[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC F/AtoW: Jul 14 - 20, 2024

✒️ = Fanfic | 📱 = Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

A Late Night Picnic ✒️ | Mal Volari x F!Human!MC - @storyofmychoices

Rex in the future 🎨 | M!Orc!MC - @rjschoicesstuff

BLOODBOUND

Lily and Himari 🎨🏳‍🌈 | Lily Spencer x F!OC - @sazanes

Redemption is a Prepetual Journey ✒️ | Kamilah Sayeed x Gauis Augustine - @dutifullynuttywitch

CRIMES OF PASSION

Sinful Crush ✒️🏳‍🌈 | Sebastyan Thorne x F!OC, F!Trystan Thorne x Juliana Georgescu - @rosesnink

Trystan Thorne 🎨 | M!Trystan Thorne - @storyofmychoices C: @thosehallowedhalls

GUINEVERE

Guinevere Portrait 🎨 | Guinevere - @lilyoffandoms

King Arthur 🎨 | M!Arthur Pendragon - @lilyoffandoms

Lancelot 🎨 | F!Lancelot - @lilyoffandoms

MURDER AT HOMECOMING

Breakfast Club but in a Scooby Doo way 🎨 | Multiple Characters - @errajay

OPEN HEART

Complete Open Heart F/AtoW List: week ending July 20, 2024

RED CARPET DIARIES

Pages in Paradise 🎨 | Thomas Hunt x F!MC - ArtbyAinna (IG) C: @storyofmychoices

Perceive ✒️ | Thomas Hunt x F!OC - @alj4890

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Mirabelle (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!OC - @tessa-liam Chapter 13: If You Love Her

Mission Cordonia (Series) ✒️Ⓜ | Drake Walker x F!MC - @karahalloway Chapter 3: Slow Burn

Presenting Lady Hellebore Eulalie Travieso of New York 🎨 | F!MC - @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Princesa Real 2 (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!MC - @belencha77 Chapter 2: Preparaciones Special: La Voz Del Dolor Chapter 3: El Gran Retorno Chapter 4: ¿Hablamos?

Royal Times 🎨 | Liam Rys x F!MC - @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

[startouched-maiden]

Vivien facts!

Since I'm new to Tumblr, I figured that I would ramble off some fun facts about my beloved Vivien!

• Her star-kissed skin, star-filled eyes, slowly whitening hair and concentrated aether originate from a blessing that Menphina bestowed upon her family line hundreds of years ago. It is passed from mother to first daughter. The holder of this blessing eventually came to be known as the Moonmaiden and became influential within Keeper culture before disappearing 100 years ago.

• Vivien was born Pyra Mewrilah to her parents Rhea, the previous Maiden, and Koh'zi Mewrilah within the walls of Ishgard. Once the Halonic society learned of the fringe Keeper clan hiding within their walls, House Valentine was tasked with routing the heretics. Rhea and Koh'zi perished during this raid.

• Vivien was adopted by Aubin and Adelaide, patriarch and loving wife of House Valentine. She raised alongside her adopted sisters, Lucienne and Jeanne. She was shielded from the truth of her birth and told that her star skin was the result of childhood experiments.

• A natural insomniac as a Keeper of the Moon, Vivien is usually encountered late at night. Rumors whisper amongst Ishgard of a woman who shines like the night sky periodically wandering the streets; Vivien finds it quite amusing that sneaking out of the Valentine estate has garnered so much attention.

• She is a natural astrologion and easily surpassed her mentor as a young teenager. Unbeknownst to her, her birth mother was also an adept astrologion.

• The Maiden is truly a bookworm and often has several books in her travelling bag.

• During the Dragonsong War, she became acquainted with the inventor and owner of Walkerworks, Kaian Walker, also the Warrior of Light. She was forbidden by Aubin to get to know the hyur but fate pulled them together and they formed a romantic relationship. Vivien expected this to be brief but, once the war concluded, Kaian invited Vivien to join him on his travels.

• Kaian proposed to Vivien at the Sanctum of the Twelve in front of the marking of Menphina. They were wed there months later surrounded by loved ones.

• Vivien cannot harness her aether on the First due to its power stemming from Menphina's blessing. Due to this, she was essentially powerless until a Viera named Holly taught her how to dance. She was separated from Kaian for several months (or years, working on that) during this time and cut her hair short.

• She typically wears incredibly formal clothing consisting of frills, ruffles and lace, usually dyed the royal blue that represents House Valentine. Over time, though, she begins to show more and more skin. After her second blessing from Menphina (hehe), she is much more confident about her sparkling skin and wears more revealing clothes.

• She learned that her Ancient, Selene, was soulmates with Azem, Kaian's Ancient. Their meeting was fated to happen again as their past lives had promised to find one another again after the sundering.

• While the story is still getting ironed out as it contains time travel, Vivien and Kaian are loving parents to three children: Eulalie, Julien and Rosalie.

• The Moonmaiden blessing did not transfer to Vivien's daughters as they are half Hyur and the aether does not recognize them as Keepers.

Okay, this is incredibly long so I'll probably do more Viv facts soon! I particularly would love to share more about the lore I'm forming for her following the Twelve raid's conclusion. Only hint I'm giving is that Vivien gets to keep Dalamud, hee hee.

[startouched-maiden]

I haven't yet introduced the Walker children after I mentioned them in my Vivien facts post so allow me to do just that! As a Hyur and Miqo'te couple, neither Kaian nor Vivien anticipated having children, let alone THREE!

Eulalie is the eldest daughter of Vivien and Kaian. Following in her father's footsteps, she is an incredibly talented inventor although chose to persue becoming a machinist versus a gunbreaker like her father. Eula presents as very shy and timid around strangers but she is exceptionally excitable around loved ones. She crafts her own weaponry in Kaian's workshop and has a nearly abnormal love for firearms; each gun in her collection has been affectionately bestowed with a nickname. During combat, she mostly acts as a sniper while employing a mech modeled after a Stubby she saw doodled in Kaian's journal.

Julien is the middle child of the Walker family and can often be difficult to get to know, let alone read. Despite looking so much like his father, the two share a complicated relationship. With Kaian so frequently gone due to his status of Warrior of Light, Julien grew to resent his father and began focusing much of his time into training to become a dark knight in an effort to surpass his father in battle. Despite his hostility towards Kaian, Julien is incredibly close and protective of his mother and sisters, particularly Rosalie. He and Rose are notorious for dragging Eulalie into trouble. He will often take shots at his father in combat to see if he can land a hit and is always unsuccessful.

Rosalie is the youngest of the Walker children and is just as vibrant as her name would imply. Much more outgoing than her elder siblings, Rose thrives in the attention from being the daughter of both the Warrior of Light and the Maiden, as well as being a child of nobility. She oftentimes joins Vivien for House Valentine duties and enjoys being as involved as possible. Deeply inspired by her mother's birthright and starskin, she dreamed of mastering astromancy but could not quite grasp the art and thus is training to become a sage.