#historicallieaccurate

[puckliminal]

Homecoming

The moment Allie returned to Night Vale, Puck knew. The nearness of the earring he’d given her, that tiny piece of himself, pierced through the cloud of gloom that had enveloped him and drew him immediately back to alertness. 

He left Allie’s room, then her house, at a dead sprint, shedding his glamour to focus only on speed. It didn’t matter that people would see a strange, inhuman creature darting through Night Vale’s streets, didn’t matter that rumors and speculation might circulate: all he cared about was seeing his wife, making sure she was okay, and begging her forgiveness for whatever he had done to enrage her so. 

He found her near the Whispering Forest. “Bean Chéile!” he called out, re-glamouring as he slowed to approach her. But as he drew near, he saw the state she was in, and all thoughts of apologies fled from his mind, replaced by worry and a soft, burning fury that anyone would harm her. “What happened?” 

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[the-forgotten-stars]

Journey

✤ starter for @thewoman-from-italy​ ✤

When the regent princess's guest arrived that afternoon, she was quickly escorted to a small meeting room with averted gazes and no questions. She was offered refreshments by the pair of fearful young servants that had shown her in, but were quickly dismissed by the arrival of the despot herself. 

Alexandra entered alone, looking fierce in a dark lipstick that matched the red of her skirt, neck and arms covered by a black collar and cuffs but leaving her severe expression and neatly pinned hair exposed. As the unwed crown princess, this was the main source of outcry over her authority: she had foresworn their religion in favor of devoting her time to study, unheard of for a woman of any status. 

Piercing brown eyes studied her guest for a long moment before finally addressing her. "Thank you for meeting with me," she began, regal and even.

[wakeofmagic]

“You’re not safe here.” [@historicallieaccurate]

Irrulleih looked up from where her hand rested on the apple, eyes narrowing at the woman who had spoken. “I do not believe you have the correct person, vmaku. Thank you.” She took her hand from the apple, nodding to the stall owner before turning to walk on.

Internally, suspicion whirred. Did the woman know, or had she approached randomly? Perhaps it was time to choose a new city, though she had been so careful about staying hidden and unnoticed.

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[employee210]

“What the hell happened to you?” [historicallieaccurate]

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"You wanna know what happened?" hissed the woman through tightly clenched teeth as she gripped her bloodied arm. "The fucking copy machine there nearly ripped my arm clean off! Since when did that thing have TEETH? Goddamn it--"

She curled into herself, cradling herself, trying not to wail in pain.

[wtnv-bloglibrary]

OC/Unaffiliated Cont’d

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@paintinthebluffs

@everyheartbesure (Castor Gershwin Palmer)

@the-forgotten-stars

@manynarrators ( (OC muses Theseus Noble, Helios, Mikhail Bell, Madeline and child Jocelin)

[whatsinamultiverse]

√Puck

Red, low-heeled boots danced lightly along the narrow top of the fence, as their wearer sought out the correct window. Her flowing yellow skirts were no hindrance to her, despite the way they caught the wind, and she took a moment to straighten her chrome-studded denim vest before leaning precariously across the gap between fence and house. The light was just right for her reflection to stare back at her: a fresh flower crown holding back wild waves of moss-green hair, framing slate-blue eyes that held just a touch of something inhuman in them.

Four decades of waiting in this desert hellscape, Puck thought. Too long. It was about time she did something about it. 

She lifted one hand and rapped decisively upon the glass. 

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[cigarettesandcoffee]

“ and you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it?” ❤️ Puck @historicallieaccurate

Meurig's expression became darker, his brow furrowing and his jaw visibly tightening. "I wouldn't insinuate I had anything to do with the slaughter of my people." He warned stoically, adjusting his shoulders to roll his neck a bit. "I'm not the only one to have survived. The circumstances were less than ideal."

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[sheriffofthesecretpolice]

PSA

Just a heads-up that I have been and likely will continue to be slow at replies for a while. I’m really seriously ill, of the chronic variety, with an undiagnosed hormonal problem that’s getting worse. I’ve got new doctors who are trying to help, so I’ll be alright eventually, but in the meantime everything is a struggle and I am exceedingly exhausted.

Also it’s Camp Nanowrimo. There’s also that. 

I’ll do my best to try to reply to everything at least once every couple of days! If you think something’s been missed or forgotten, please feel free to message me about it! I’m happy to double check on things, and move threads higher up the priority list if you’re really eager to get back to something or I’ve been putting something off particularly long. Thank you for your patience and also all the fun stories we write together, they really get me through. ^-^ @nightvalelibrary @incorporearl @thewoman-from-italy @anewsheriffintown @bespokehipstermagics @historicallieaccurate

[behindthemidnightsun]

BOLD any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

DELIA:

the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ being forgotten

MILLIE:

the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ being forgotten

ILIANA:

the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ being forgotten

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Tagging: @nightvalelibrary @historicallieaccurate @dhampyrtseth

[puckliminal]

It was a couple of hours after Puck had heard Eidyia calling him and excused himself to Night Vale that he returned to his manor. He was brimming with nervous energy and completely unable to hide the eagerness in his grin as he came to find Allie. “Wonderful news!” he announced. “I’m going home!”

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[elsewhereuniversity]

A student assistant at the library, majoring in history. She wears wide-leg trousers and button-ups, homemade salt-dough pendants carved with sigils for safety and cat-eye glasses. She can usually be found pouring over an old text, a cold cup of coffee forgotten on the desk.

She’s adopted the safe name Puck, much to the discomfort of other students and staff. “A Name can’t hurt you if it already belongs to someone else,” she reasons.

Puck has always been at Elsewhere University, or so the rumors go.

Puck arrives on campus rather unexpectedly through the Denny’s, and, pleased to find she was exactly where she needed to be, enrolls in classes. She does surprisingly well for a freshman at such a strange university until fall break, when she re-enters the Denny’s and does not return until the end of break—the following year. She picks up her classes exactly where she left off, claiming she was only gone a week, but other students are now much more careful around her. She almost seems to enjoy this, and plays into their fears that she’s been Changed.

When Puck returns for the spring—always through the Denny’s—it is 1973, but still she simply returns to her job and her classes, a bit too friendly with professors, librarians, and Gentry she has yet to meet. She adores the fashion during her time in the 70s, but has no one to complain to about the non-existence of wifi.

Next fall, Puck comes back to a time further in the future than her present; she never asks the date, and she never talks about her sophomore year.

She once takes a class taught by someone who looks far too familiar, but that year the professor refuses to introduce herself, and Puck doesn’t ask why.

Puck graduates in 2006, but returns again in the fall—to the year 1947—determined to finish her doctorate and become a history professor, and unable to imagine doing so at any other school.

Puck can be spotted in photographs of the field hockey team for as long as photographs have existed. She has been enrolled for even longer. Puck has always been at Elsewhere University, or so the rumors go.

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