#reagan hawthorne

[mortalorder]

“Why do you make me chose between shooting Ronald Reagan and Dahlia Hawthorne”

[girlbosswar]

ROUND 1 MASTERLIST

So uh… yea

No I didn’t actually include everybody submitted but I included most of them

Polls will go up around tomorrow at 4:00 PM CST

If you make any edits or art or whatever make sure to tag this account

SIDE ONE

Sharpay Evans (High School Musical) Vs. Misako Montgomery Garmadon (Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu)

Queen (deltarune) Vs. Tanya Degurechaff (Youjo Senki)

Reko Yabusame (Your Turn To Die -Death Game By Majority-) Vs. Mai Zenin (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Sunset Shimmer (My Little Pony: Equestria Girls) Vs. Scheherazade (One Thousand and One Nights)

Megaera (Hades) Vs. Clementine (The Walking Dead)

Agent 8 (Splatoon 2: Octo Expansion) Vs. Palutena (Kid Icarus)

Nobara Kugisaki (Jujutsu Kaisen) Vs. Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog CD)

Lucretia (The Adventure Zone) Vs. Maya Fey (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney)

Phi (Zero Escape: Virtue’s Last Reward) Vs. Morganthe (Wizard 101)

Bo Peep (Toy Story) Vs. The Administrator (Team Fortress 2)

Audria Rose (Descendants) Vs. Chandrelle Stormblaze (The Hex)

Mion Sonozaki (Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni) Vs. Motoko Kusanagi (Ghost in the Shell)

F!Nefarious Tropy (Crash Bandicoot) Vs. Toriel (UNDERTALE)

Nagisa Misumi (Futari wa Precure) Vs. Aspheera (Ninjago)

Sara Chidouin (Your Turn To Die -Death Game By Majority-) Vs. Renée Minkowski (Wolf 359)

Callie (Splatoon) Vs. Romana (Doctor Who)

Marina (Splatoon 2) Vs. Junko Enoshima (Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc)

Jolyne Cujoh (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure) Vs. Kagami Tsurugi (Miraculous Ladybug)

Ema Skye (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney) Vs. Maki Zenin (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Edelgard von Hresvelg (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) Vs. Daisy (Super Mario Land)

Hinomori Shiso (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage) Vs. Nyota Uhura (Star Trek)

Regina George (Mean Girls) Vs. Lisa Lisa (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Olivier Mira Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist) Vs. Yor Forger (Spy x Family)

Lady Iron Fan (Monkie Kid) Vs. Claire Elford (Witch’s Heart)

MEIKO (Vocaloid) Vs. Hornet (Hollow Night)

Franziska von Karma (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Justice for All) Vs. Prudence (Papa Louie)

Ningguang (Genshin Impact) Vs. Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)

Buffy Anne Summers (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) Vs. Kokomi Teruhashi (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K)

Gertrude Robinson (The Magnus Archives) Vs. Larxene (Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories)

Tohru Honda (Fruits Basket) Vs. April O’Neil (ROTTMNT)

Sasha Waybright (Amphibia) Vs. Princess Carolyn (Bojack Horseman)

Madoka Kaname (Mahou Shoujo Madoka★Magica) Vs. Zora Salazar (Epithet Erased)

Reagan Ridley (Inside Job) Vs. Vera Oberlin (Monster Prom)

Jay Ferin (Just Roll With It) Vs. P.I.X.A.L (Ninjago)

Katherine Pierce (The Vampire Diaries) Vs. Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Lumine (Genshin Impact) Vs. Korra (The Legend of Korra)

Bulma (Dragon Ball) Vs. Siobhan Roy (Succession)

Lady Macbeth (Macbeth) Vs. Alice (Zero Escape: Virtue’s Last Reward)

Susie (deltarune) Vs. Kim Wexler (Better Call Saul)

Fairy Godmother (Shrek 2) Vs. Kanaya Maryam (Homestuck)

Rumi Usagiyama (My Hero Academia) Vs. Jess Valenzuela (National Treasure: Edge of History)

Lauren Mallard (Welcome to Night Vale) Vs. Hitori Gotoh (Bocchi the Rock!)

Bayonetta (Bayonetta) Vs. Erza Scarlett (Fairy Tail)

Azula (Avatar: The Last Airbender) Vs. Banica Conchita (The Evillious Chronicles)

Frye (Splatoon 3) Vs. Piper McLean (Heroes of Olympus)

Ann Takamaki (Persona 5) Vs. Haru Okumura (Persona 5)

GLaDOS (Portal) Vs. Princess Leia (Star Wars)

Kyoko Sakura (Mahou Shoujo Madoka★Magica) Vs. Poison (Street Fighter)

Beidou (Genshin Impact) Vs. Gertrude Robinson (The Magnus Archives)

Clawdeen Wolf (Monster High) Vs. Chiemi Serizawa (Raging Loop)

Alcina Dimitrescu (Resident Evil) Vs. Lois Lane (DC)

Miss Piggy (The Muppets) Vs. Starlight Glimmer (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Lord Dominator (Wander Over Yonder) Vs. Homura Akemi (Mahou Shoujo Madoka★Magica)

Aradia Megido (Homestuck) Vs. Maika Halfwolf (Monstress)

Dahlia Hawthorne (Ace Attorney) Vs. Shiva (Final Fantasy)

Lucina (Fire Emblem) Vs. Jade Claymore (Willow)

Makima (Chainsaw Man) Vs. Marie (Splatoon)

Loona (Helluva Boss) Vs. Toph Beifong (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

SIDE TWO

Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid) Vs. Misa Amane (Death Note)

Opal Koboi (Artemis Fowl) Vs. Solar Flare (Plants vs. Zombies)

Mia Fey (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney) Vs. Fleabag (Fleabag)

Adagio Dazzle (My Little Pony: Equestria Girls – Rainbow Rocks) Vs. Agent 3 (Splatoon)

Yashiro Uzuki (The World Ends With You) Vs. Isabelle (Animal Crossing: New Leaf)

Panty Anarchy (Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt) Vs. Tabitha Chrysanthemum Scarlet (Scarlet Hollow)

Rosemaster (Cucumber Quest) Vs. Astrid Hofferson (How To Train Your Dragon)

Athena Cykes (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Dual Destinies) Vs. Lucifer (Helltaker)

Rapunzel (Tangled) Vs. Alana Bloom (Hannibal)

Nami (One Piece) Vs. Yukina Minato (BanG Dream!)

Nadja (What We Do in the Shadows) Vs. Kathryn Janeway (Star Trek)

Bridget (Guilty Gear) Vs. Liezel (Papa Louie)

Vriska Serket (Homestuck) Vs. Fish Mooney (Gotham)

Nina Cortex (Crash Bandicoot) Vs. Yosano Akiko (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Celestia Ludenberg (Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc) Vs. Chloé Bourgeois (Miraculous Ladybug)

Tsunade (Naruto) Vs. Helen Richardson (The Magnus Archives)

Akane Kurushiki (Zero Escape: 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors) Vs. Violet Muller (Court of Darkness)

Mikasa Ackerman (Attack on Titan) Vs. Clementine (Stray)

Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things) Vs. Katelyn (Aphmau)

Annabeth Chase (Heroes of Olympus) Vs. Test Tube (Inanimate Insanity)

Tifa Lockheart (Final Fantasy VII) Vs. Jinx (League of Legends)

Jude Duarte (The Folk of the Air) Vs. Lotus (Zero Escape: 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors)

Yang Xiao Long (RWBY) Vs. Dark Noël (Shadows Over Loathing)

Her Imperious Condescension (Homestuck) Vs. Kitty Softpaws (Puss and Boots)

Boss (AI: The Somnium Files) Vs. Nathalie Sancoeur (Miraculous Ladybug)

Coco Adel (RWBY) Vs. Mary Katherine Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)

Harumi (Ninjago) Vs. Tina Templeton (The Boss Baby: Family Business)

Nya (NInjago) Vs. Lady with an Ermine (Leonardo da Vinci)

Edalyn Clawthorne (The Owl House) Vs. Leslie Barbara Knope (Parks and Recreation)

Kanon Tachibana (NEO: The World Ends With You) Vs. Darling Charming (Ever After High)

Pearl (Splatoon 2) Vs. Amelia (The Amelia Project)

Mira (Zero Escape: Zero Time Dilemma) Vs. Carmelita Montoya Fox (Sly Cooper)

Hollyberry Cookie (Cookie Run) Vs. Vex’ahlia (Critical Role)

Yumeko Jabami (Kakegurui) Vs. Queen (Chess)

Lup (The Adventure Zone) Vs. Moonshine Cybin (Not Another D&D Podcast)

Taiga Aisaka (Toradora!) Vs. Sweetheart (OMORI)

Sister Beatrice (Warrior Nun) Vs. Millie (Helluva Boss)

Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender) Vs. Kyoko Kirigiri (Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc)

Samus Aran (Metroid) Vs. Amelia Hughes (Infinity Train)

Mari Ohara (Love Live!) Vs. Clover (Zero Escape: 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors)

Pomegranate Cookie (Cookie Run) Vs. Jessie (Pokémon)

Fiona (Shrek) Vs. Asuka Langley Soryu (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Dana Cardinal (Welcome to Night Vale) Vs. Zakuro Fujiwara (Tokyo Mew Mew)

Aqua (Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep) Vs. Rose Lalonde (Homestuck)

Nadia Vulvokov (Russian Doll) Vs. Tron Bonne (Megaman)

Lucille Sharpe (Crimson Peak) Vs. Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg (Ride the Cyclone)

Statue of Liberty (USA) Vs. Undyne (UNDERTALE)

Ryūko Matoi (Kill la Kill) Vs. Bea Bottom (Something Rotten)

Mari (OMORI) Vs. Petra (Minecraft: Story Mode)

The Manger (The Hotel) Vs. Rosalina (Super Mario Galaxy)

Mamimi Samejima (FLCL) Vs. Weiss Schnee (RWBY)

Miriam Maisel (The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel) Vs. Elizabert Megafig (Bugsnax)

Cleo de Nile (Monster High) Vs. Green Shadow (Plants vs. Zombies)

Quinn (Papa Louie) Vs. Skylor Chen (Ninjago)

Barbie (Barbie) Vs. Shiver (Splatoon 3)

Cynthia (Pokémon) Vs. Kaede Akamatsu (Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony)

[evil-doppelganger-duel]

Hey! I still have to put all the matchups together, but in the meantime here's a sneak peek of our line-up :]

List of characters under the cut:

•Alternate Barney (Dead End: Paranormal Park)

•Alternate Norma (Dead End: Paranormal Park)

•Anti-Pops (Regular Show)

•Bad End Pretty Cure (Smile Pretty Cure!)

•Bad Janet (The Good Place)

•Badeline (Celeste)

•Cesar's Alternate (The Mandela Catalogue)

•Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler)

•Dahlia Hawthorne (Ace Attorney)

•Constantine (Muppets Most Wanted)

•Cure Unlovely (Happiness Charge Pretty Cure!)

•Dark Link (Legend of Zelda)

•Dark Meta Knight (Kirby)

•Dark Pit (Kid Icarus)

•Dark Samus (Metroid)

•Dippy Fresh (Gravity Falls)

•Ditto (Pokémon)

•Doodlebob (Spongebob Squarepants)

•Doppelganger (Scribblenauts)

•Doppelganger Arle (Puyo Puyo~n)

•Evil Xisuma (Hermitcraft)

•FalseSymmetry (Empires SMP)

•Father (Fullmetal Alchemist)

•Fowen (Story Thieves)

•Fukua (Skullgirls)

•Félix Fathom (Miraculous Ladybug)

•Gruffnut Thorston (How to Train Your Dragon)

•Helsknight (Hermitcraft)

•Imposter (Going Under)

•Katherine Pierce (The Vampire Diaries)

•Katrina Spellman (Sabrina, the Teenage Witch)

•Kevin (Welcome to Night Vale)

•Kimura Koichi (Digimon Frontier)

•Le Purr (Fetch with Ruff Ruffman)

•Ledroptha Curtain (The Mysterious Benedict Society)

•Liquid Snake (Metal Gear)

•Lore (Star Trek)

•Mad Ducktor (Donald Duck)

•Madelyne Pryor (Marvel)

•Man in Red (Ghost Trick)

•Mark Vorkosigan (Vorkosigan Saga)

•Mean Rachel (Animorphs)

•Metal Sonic (Sonic the Hedgehog)

•Millions Knives (Trigun)

•Mr. Edward Hyde (Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde)

•Nale (Order of the Stick)

•Omori (Omori)

•Robo-Fortune (Skullgirls)

•Robo-Reagan (Inside Job)

•Roxas (Kingdom Hearts)

•Scourge (Sonic the Hedgehog)

•Scruff Ruffman (Fetch with Ruff Ruffman)

•Shadow Kirby (Kirby & the Amazing Mirror)

•Shadow Mario (Super Mario Sunshine)

•SheZap (SheZow)

•Sonozaki Shion (Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni)

•Tac Nayn (Nyan Cat)

•The Rowdyruff Boys (The Powerpuff Girls)

•The Valeyard (Doctor Who)

•Tsukasa Yugi (Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun)

•Tyrone (Gravity Falls)

•Vanitas (Kingdom Hearts)

•Vergil (Devil May Cry)

•Yosuke's Shadow (Persona 4)

[jessicatredes]

i was tagged by the lovely @gwynbleidd to do this oc tag game - thaaanks!!

favorite oc

ophelia hellmaw / my first ever dnd character from like.. six years ago? i loved playing her and also still am happy with her story with the exception of my dm massacring her tribe :-(

newest oc

delaney crenshaw / barbarian babe for pathfinder campaign! she was created bc permela got merk'd </3 it's honestly been a blessing bc permela had an absolutely ASS build and was not fun playing LMAO

oldest oc

alice macon (i think?) / she's my oldest probably? i played f:nv the year it came out, so alice has been around since 2010. her story has changed sooooooo much. originally sided with the legion, but now instead she was raised in legion territory. wuv her lots <3

meanest oc

murphy law OR reagan james / my survivor guilt, bleeding heart ladies who are mean as hell but care so so much. murphy has no idea how to do anything other than be a guardian. she's devoted her entire being to fighting the darkness, and bc of this doesn't give herself rest or downtime. reagan is a hater bc her entire family died and her nephew is a sixty year old freak :/

softest oc

kara deharo & daytona reed / kara is a total sweetheart. she's from a short story about a family of thieves that she joined after her parents died. she's young and kinda naive. daytona's life purpose is helping those in need and bettering the wasteland. held at gunpoint butch would say she's the nicest person in the world & his favorite <3

dumbest oc

clarissa of krossten / rouge bard MORON who works with a lich and causes minor terror where ever she goes. chaotic evil bitch who didn't complete an education and was a little street child in krossten.

smartest oc

hayden blaine / one of my original girlies from a story i've abandoned lol. she's a politician basically but also it was a space themed story so she also was like a space soldier (17 year old me what was happening!! stealing destiny ideas)

oc you’d bang

raylan grace hawthorne / no competition baby!!!! LMAO i wuv raylan grace and he is my hot boy oc

oc you’d be friends with irl

bernadette hobbs / love my girl birdie!!! out of all my ocs she probably has my personality the most lol so i think we'd get along very well. also she's goofy and likes birds and the outdoors aka me

not sure who all has done this before but!! tagging @newbordeaux @malefiicarum @jennystahl @lavampira @elvves @nadineross + anyone else who wants to :-)

[hhbridgertonau]

7 - The Picture of Devotion

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The opera house didn’t look quite right in Daleon’s eyes. Against the stagnant fireworks of the bright candle lights, the faces of the theater-goers were distorted and blurry, far from appearing like human faces and more like flesh-colored shadows dressed in decadence. Daleon’s gaze flew to the stage, watching the actors and their mouths open wide. She heard nothing. No sweet song, no high or low pitched vibrato. The world seemed as still as a painting, as quiet as midnight.

Suddenly, the shadows around her stood and clapped. Their applause thundered strangely against each other like weak, muffled drums. As quickly as they began, they ceased. The lights of the boxes in the theater flickered in succession until her box remained the only one lit. For a moment, she thought she was alone.

Something fuzzy lifted her hand, fleeting and barely there. She looked up and a shadow towered over her. Its silhouette looked familiar, and she relaxed in its presence. Despite the empty blackness in its face, she could feel it staring. It lowered its head to plant a soft kiss on the back of her bare hand. When did her gloves come off? She watched in amazement at the shadow, senses keenly attuned to the thin lips pressing against her skin. Even the slightest movement sent goosebumps ripple up her arm, weakening her knees. Its breath tickled her.

The shadow lifted its face, and Daleon froze. Her face was mere inches away from the face of Gabriel Driscol.

Daleon tried not to think of the dream as she entered the drawing room. Though every time she pictured his eyes, she shuddered. They were expecting callers soon, and frankly, she was grateful that she hadn’t run out since she and Gab had become the article of rumors for a while. A few bouquets of flowers and gift boxes of varying sizes with colorful ribbons lay atop a table from the callers, who were too busy to see her that morning. She reached out for the cards on each of them, noting those who sent something in relatively larger boxes.

Along the sofas where their guests were to sit, Daleon’s eye caught a plate of sugar cookies. She quickly snatched one.

“Ah-ah,” said Zaheer, who took the pastry from her fingers. “You haven’t had your breakfast yet.”

“Whether I have one now or after breakfast shouldn’t matter, should it?” Daleon pouted, squishing her cheeks against the butler’s shoulder as he fussed over lining the doilies over small plates. “You only ever make your sugar cookies when we have guests.”

“If you ever wanted sugar cookies, all you had to do was ask,” he chuckled, reluctantly placing the cookie in Daleon’s mouth. It wouldn’t have been sanitary to feed it to guests.

“Besides, I made you muffins this morning,”

The little gasp of delight that came from Daleon was most unfitting for a lady. But when it came to Zaheer Hawthorne’s craftsmanship for baked goods, some childish expressions had to be excused. As she sat to enjoy her morning treats with a glass of milk and a drizzle of honey, Dancel, Ergon, and Peggy joined her.

“Peggy, where were you? You didn’t join us at the opera last night,”

“A-apologies, Daleon.” He stuttered. His cheeks turned red. “But you know I don’t like the opera. And I heard Angela Stewart was there, so I wanted to avoid her as much as possible…”

“Angela Stewart, why?” It seemed their house was beginning to pay more attention to her than Daleon. “Are you interested in her too?”

“W-what? No. Why would I be?”

“Well, Ergon was with her last night. He offered his arm even when no one had introduced her,”

“That is…rather shocking,”

“Isn’t it? I didn’t think Ergon would be brave enough. Why did you do what you did?”

“She…didn’t look like she wanted to go with Lord Reagan,” said Ergon. “I acted on impulse.”

Daleon rushed over to take her brother’s hand. “Ergon, you shouldn’t deny yourself the opportunity to find a wife. I’d be excited to have a sister. And two weddings are more fun than one!”

“Goodness, if I had known I would be giving my twins away so soon, I would have made more effort for us to spend time together.” Dancel laughed.

Ergon’s brows furrowed, embarrassed by both his sister and guardian. “I have no intention of getting married. It was just an act of impulse. It won’t happen again.”

Dancel patted the boy’s head in reassurance. “You do not have to impede your own happiness to keep us happy. You’re allowed to be selfish,”

Ergon nodded.

“Now Daleon, am I to hand a gentleman your dowry anytime soon?”

Daleon folded her hands on her lap, fingers tracing patterns against the satin of her morning dress.

“I’m not sure,” she said. Her current callers were lovely, but after Fauta, none of them made her feel the way she wanted to feel. “I honestly don’t know what to look for.”

“What about Gabriel Driscol?” Zaheer asked. “Lady Nightbloom seems to enjoy speculating about you two.”

Even her ruse with Gabriel was more consistent and convincing - if the dream was anything to go by.

“His grace and I…get along I suppose,.

She couldn’t say he was unbearable. But the man always had some criticism for anyone and everyone, even for the members of his own household, as if he himself was free from human flaws. No one was perfect, but to be blatantly shamed for their imperfections and desires was a ghastly thing to hear from a man with such an angelic face.

She loathed to say the position of Duke got to his head. But just as Daleon did not believe all marriages were merely founded on assets, and that happily-ever-afters existed, she knew there was more to Gab than he presented himself to be. What was more, she did not want to deny that she was enjoying his company, even if it would end in a fruitless endeavor.

She shook her head. “I’ll know when…I’ll know. Someday. ”

“Hopefully, that day will be today,” said Zaheer with some cheer in his tone. “Your callers have arrived.”

Gab’s occasional display of interest truly stoked the competitive fire between Daleon’s callers. Although perhaps they had overdone their game. The gentlemen tried to outdo each other, showing off with their bouts of poetry and music. Daleon might as well have run a saloon. Their efforts paled compared to Dancel’s playing of the violin and the harp. Still, she applauded their efforts and smiled courteously.

She didn’t mind the noise and festivities too much. She was more nervous about what was to come, or whether it would.

Zaheer suddenly whispered to her. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but the Duke of Edengrove has arrived with a gift,”

Daleon stood a little too eagerly. She really thought he wouldn’t do it. But there he was by the door of their drawing room, followed by what Daleon could have only described as the biggest bouquet of pale pink roses, forget-me-nots, and daisies she’d ever seen. Where was Zaheer going to find a vase big enough? It covered most of the footman’s body, presenting the amusing image of a flower bouquet with two long legs.

She overheard some of the callers who had gathered waiting for her. Some came up with rapid excuses to leave, and some decided to drop their flowers on the table, marching out of the drawing room as politely as they could. She tried not to smile at how well their ruse seemed to be working.

“Thank you, your grace,” she said. “I am honored you came to see me.”

Gab nodded. His expression was unreadable.

“I truly wish I could stay. However, I would not wish to disturb your rather eventful morning,” he glanced at the remaining callers waiting. “Good day, miss Morningstar.”

“If you are not too busy, Gabriel, you may sit with me,” said Dancel.

Gab’s face contorted to something of surprise. “Lord Morningstar. It is rare that you would wish to speak with me,”

“I believe we have mutual matters to discuss,” Dancel glanced between him and Daleon. “Would be you kind enough to join me in the garden?” He gave one last look at Ergon before going outside. Peggy opted to remain tucked in the corner of the drawing room reading a book, in the hopes he would not have to talk to anyone.

By sometime after noon, Daleon requested to retire for the day. It was hard work entertaining so many lively guests. She took note of a few she would be willing to dance with that evening, and for now that would have to suffice. Peckish and in need of something to eat, she thought to seek Dancel in the garden.

Stepping out with Ergon, Daleon took a deep breath of the spring air. The morning sun illuminated a perfectly aquamarine sky dotted with a few pearly wisps of cloud. The garden was filled with blooming pansies, roses, and violets, perfect for an expected blossoming romance. Perhaps the Season was designed so that one could also appreciate its beauty, and so that humans could attempt at mimicking their grace to little avail.

When they finally found the gentlemen having tea and crumpets underneath the white petals of a Serviceberry tree, Daleon came across something astounding: Gab was smiling. Not the superficial, business-eager, pleasantry kind; this one looked real, soft, and elegant with genuine amusement. She didn’t think the man was even capable of such a feat. What a fool she would be, not to call the man the perfect subject of a serene composition. If Dancel hadn’t been sitting with him, she would have begged him to paint it.

“Daleon! Ergon!” Dancel called to them. “Come sit by me, dears.”

Daleon took Dancel’s hand and steadied herself as she sat beside him on the wooden bench. Ergon sat on the other side.

“I was just speaking to the Duke about our country outings in the summer,” said Dancel. “If our schedules permit it, perhaps you could join us,”

She and Gab stiffened at the prospect.

“I am grateful for the offer, your grace. But I’m afraid I must decline,” said Gab. “The dukedom tends to be quite busy during the summer with the festivals and the tending of livestock and crops. I would not wish to leave all the work to my staff.”

Dancel chuckled. “Still a business-oriented fellow I see. But I believe it is also a matter of missing your home, no?”

Gab sighed. “That is true, your grace.”

Daleon looked up at him, at the soft tone in his voice. How had she not realized it, that the Duke had come to London alone, after so many years of not returning to it? The ton must have been a foreign place to him. She wondered why his family hadn’t opted to stay considering their status.

“I just remembered I had to fetch Peggy’s medicine,” Dancel stood, dusting a few crumbs off his vest. “Daleon, why don’t you continue where I left off and tell the Duke about our little picnic spot by the riverside? I won’t be long. Ergon, let us give them a moment of privacy.”

Daleon was about to protest, but they had already gone away to the porch. Peggy had practically scurried out, catching up with them. So far, Dancel didn’t seem the slightest bit suspicious about their arrangement. She would even go so far as to say he was supporting it. She hoped he wouldn’t be too disappointed when he learned the truth - if he already hadn’t.

Gab cleared his throat. “So, has the circus decided to pack up and travel elsewhere?” He returned to that condescending tone of his.

“If you’re referring to my callers, that’s very rude.”

“Well, that’s what I saw walking into the drawing room this morning,” he took a sip of his tea. “And I would wager none of those monkeys caught your interest.”

Daleon huffed. “The one gentleman I was interested in has not reappeared in society the last few days. No thanks to you,”

Gab set his teacup and saucer on the table with a small clack. “You’re certainly stubborn about him. That ‘gentleman' was on the brink of ruining your reputation had I not intervened.”

“He was kind to me. Or at least truthful enough to express that he had some degree of affection—”

He scoffed. “Fauta doesn’t concern himself with affections. He was merely trying to…please you to please him.”

“Since when did a businessman know more than a lady about matters of the heart?”

They were going in circles with this little spat of theirs. And just when she thought they could get along.

“I know enough to know what makes a good man and what doesn’t,” said Gab. “Fauta may be charming, but that’s as far as his ‘goodness’ goes,”

Daleon was beginning to see a pattern. “His character appears to be very illusive, and for some reason I am the only one being kept in the dark about it.”

Gab hesitated. “That… is for your safety,”

Frustrated, Daleon slumped against the bench. “Don’t I at least deserve the truth?” She looked at him.

“It is something no lady should hear,”

“But—”

“If it is a good man you want, you needn’t look far,” Gab swallowed after his words.

“Oh?”

“For one, Baron Bastion thinks highly of you,”

Daleon blinked. “Roush?”

Oh dear. The thought made her giddy. Her, married to Roush? She had to laugh, much to the Duke’s confusion. She knew she was making a fool of herself by laughing in front of him, but the notion was too comical.

“My apologies, your grace,” she tried to explain in between fits of laughter.

“I-I was simply suggesting,” Gab stuttered. He never stuttered. “Even though he can be a simpleton at times, and he’s not the brightest—”

In an attempt to calm herself and reassure the Duke, she placed her hand on his arm.

“The Baron is indeed a very good man, your grace. And I am most fortunate to make his acquaintance,” she squeezed his arm. “But I’ve known him since I was a little girl. He’s more like family to me than a potential suitor.”

She finally realized where her hand was, and she recoiled.

“And frankly, I doubt Dancel would approve,” she said, massaging her hand with the other, as if to rub off the feeling of Gab’s clothes. “He’s very protective of him, even though he won’t quite admit it.”

“Y-Yes, I can see that. But I don’t see why that should stop you,”

“I am not ashamed to say I love him like I would an uncle, your grace, a father even. Therefore, I cannot see myself marrying him.”

Now it was Gab’s turn to be defeated, slumping against the seat with her and huffing. Daleon had to understand, he was only trying to help. But she felt honored that Gab was willing to introduce someone whom they both knew was a kind and noble man indeed.

“So what do you look for in a husband?”

She perked at the sudden inquiry on a topic they knowingly disagreed on. Just like that morning, Daleon looked down. It felt so clear to her that she was looking for a prince. But what exactly did looking for a prince mean? What even was a prince?

“Someone…kind, I suppose,” she said. “Someone who is honest and dependable, and can trust me as much as I trust them,”

“Are those not features you find in the baron?”

Gab seemed oddly persistent in matching her and Roush. “Yes, but… ugh, it is difficult to explain in words,”

She pressed her lips together, wracking whatever she had acquired from reading poems and stories in her head to help explain this concept to a man as logical as Gab.

“Oh it’s no use. Such things are not bound by phonetics and semantics,”

She saw Ergon and Zaheer watching them from the porch. The sight of them suddenly gave her an idea. She picked up her skirts and jogged up to them as best she could.

“I have a favor to ask,”

Ergon tried not to look surprised. “What is it?”

“Could I show Lord Driscol something?”

She almost dragged the duke by his hand from the garden into the foyer. It was good fortune that all the other guests left, for fear of ruinous speculation. Climbing a few steps, she stopped in the middle of the stairs and looked up.

“What do you think of this painting, your grace?”

It was a portrait of her and Ergon painted by Dancel over the summer before the season began. He said it was for the occasion that both of them would leave the nest one day, and he would come to miss them.

“If my face is to your disliking, then focus on my brother,” she added.

“I’m not so cruel as to completely disregard the blatant subject of a painting,” Gab clicked his tongue and stared up at it.

Dancel chose the backdrop well, opting for a darkened fixture so the twins’ pale complexion and light hair could shine, and certain details could be highlighted with the shadows. His delicate composition of the subjects was something to be in awe of, even Daleon sometimes couldn’t believe she was one of them. Dressed in lime green chiffon, she sat front and center with her gaze forward, a virtuous smile gracing her lips. Behind her, with a stern expression, stood Ergon with a hand on her shoulder. It was the picture of familial devotion.

“The Duke is certainly talented,” said Gab. “The brush strokes are quite immaculate, and the lighting…There’s clearly a lot of care placed into it. But what did you hope to achieve by showing me this?”

“I was hoping this would help you put things in my perspective,”

They stood side by side and stared at the painting together.

“I want someone to look at me this way,” she said. “With care, and adoration.”

She thought about Dancel then, how much he had given to her and Ergon since their ragged days in the countryside. He gave them a warm and bright home. More importantly, he gave them a family.

“Someone who could unravel my thoughts just by looking at me. Perhaps someone who thinks I’m more beautiful than I find myself. And I want to look at someone the exact same way.”

She looked at Gab as she spoke, wanting to see if her efforts had reached him. Gab went silent, possibly processing her words with as much genuine understanding he could muster when it came to her. His brows were scrunched, deep in thought, and Daleon could see how much he struggled to grasp the concept. Or perhaps he did, but found it contradicted with his own views?

He cleared his throat. “I should have expected such from a romantic like yourself,”

Daleon clicked her tongue. “And I am not surprised that you are deeply troubled with my requirements,”

“Everyone is entitled to their requirements, but not everyone must be on the same page regarding them. What you’re seeking is a matter of fantastical compatibility—”

She turned to him. “Then what are yours, your grace?”

He turned to her. “My requirements?”

“For a man who speaks so much of duty and honor, I would not be surprised if you had a list of pragmatic requirements for your future duchess. It just so happens no lady has met those requirements, so I might as well ask you: what do you seek?”

Gab opened his mouth, but then closed it. His eyes darted from one wall to the other, piecing in his mind what he was to say. Had Daleon’s words truly stumped him, or was he simply embarrassed to tell her the truth? What did it matter to Daleon?

“Never mind. I’ve said too much. Good day, your grace.”

She ran back to the drawing room and helped herself to more biscuits and tea. A moment later, she heard Gabriel bid Zaheer goodbye, and told him to thank Dancel for his hospitality. She didn’t look up to watch him leave. Although the sugary treats should have cheered her up, she felt awful, and she couldn’t quite place why.

[onthepageoftears]

✦ OC Winter Challenge Day 1:

   ➤ Reagan Hawthorne + Hayden Brooks

a/n this is late but I’m posting two today hehe

Reagan’s eyebrows furrowed in seriousness at the girl before her. She was wrapped up tightly in her Ravenclaw scarf, puffy blue jacket, and her father’s homemade knit beanie he had sent her for Christmas. Reagan didn’t care that Hayden was twitching her lips into a smile, or that her eyes twinkled with amusement. She kept her frown in place, more determined than ever.

“Hayden Brooks.” Reagan spoke, her voice muffled by her scarf. “I did not stay at Hogwarts for the holidays — and away from my dads, mind you — for you to sulk around the Great Hall when there is plenty of snow outside.”

Hayden closed her book and flicked her hair over her shoulder. “And what does there being snow outside have anything to do with me?”

Reagan’s eyes sent daggers at her Slytherin friend. “It has everything to do with you.” She gestured to the Great Hall’s doors, ignoring the way her jacket squeaked at the movement. “Come play in the snow with me.”

“Remind me how old you are?” Hayden said, but despite her patronizing tone, she picked up the gloves and jacket that were sat next to her and began putting them on.

Reagan stuck her chin up so her face peaked out from behind her scarf. “Old enough to still have fun.”

Hayden scoffed, hooking her arm through Reagan’s, “Let’s go, Ravenclaw.”

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[newyorkroleplay-blog1]

REAGAN HAWTHORNE –

Birthdate: November 11th, 1990 (28) Gender and Pronouns: Female, she/her Hometown: Chicago, Illinois Neighborhood: Dumbo, Brooklyn Occupation: Detective at NYPD Faceclaim: Melissa Roxburgh Trigger Warnings: Death

BIOGRAPHY –

Surprise! You’re having another baby! It hadn’t exactly been the news Amelia Hawthorne had been expecting to hear when she’d gone in for a routine yearly check up, at first thinking the doctor was just playing a joke on her. Already the proud mother of three children, she and her husband hadn’t been looking to add to their brood. Nevertheless, once the news had a chance to set in, the entire family was overjoyed at the thought of another baby. Nine months quickly flew by and after a nearly thirty hour labor, Reagan Hawthorne had officially come into the world, kicking and screaming. Her older brother and two older sisters were immediately taken with their newest sibling, all fighting over who got to be the first one to hold their newest sibling. It was the precursor for what the rest of Reagan’s life would look like. The blonde, quite frankly, can remember a single moment in her early childhood that someone in her family wasn’t there.

The Hawthorne’s, despite being natives of Chicago, wanted a change. New York had always been a dream and when the perfect apartment in Brooklyn fell into the Hawthorne’s lap, they didn’t have the heart to say no. Saying goodbye to everything you’d ever known had been hard for Reagan, even if she had only been nine years old. The sadness, however, was short lived once the blonde was planted in her new home. Her love of the city was almost immediate, Reagan insisting that she’d never want to live anywhere. Her father opened a small corner shop a few blocks from the family’s apartment while her mother took to Manhattan and found herself a job a paralegal at one of the city’s most prestigious law firms. Like they had Reagan’s entire life, her siblings made sure to always keep one eye on their young sister to ensure she stayed out of trouble. Every night at 6 o’clock, Reagan’s father would close down his shop and meet his wife at her subway stop and the two would walk back to the apartment together and prepare dinner for their awaiting children. It was perfect. 

Twenty minutes to close one regular Wednesday evening, twelve year old Reagan and her seventeen year old sister were waiting to go meet their mother when the sound of two men screaming, drawing the girl’s attention. Running for the office door, one shot rang out and then another and as Reagan pulled open the door she screamed. The next few hours were mostly a blur of police officers, her mother screaming and crying and her siblings attempting to get Reagan to talk, but she couldn’t. What would she even say? Losing her the patriarch of the family, especially in such an unexpected and gruesome fashion had left the family reeling, the matriarch taking it the worst. The apartment was a mess, their was no food in the fridge, and the bills had started to pile up around them. Too young to offer much assistance and too traumatized to allow herself to feel any grief, one night Reagan walked out of her family’s home and took off. Fourteen years old with nothing but the clothes on her back, for the first time in Reagan’s life, she was responsible for taking care of herself. 

She spent two years running with different crowds of people, doing whatever she needed to keep herself alive; stealing, fighting, running, it didn’t matter. In a city as massive as New York, it’s nothing short of a miracle that Reagan’s brother had been walking around Brooklyn (after a routine visit with his still grief-stricken mother) when he’d spotted Reagan huddled behind a dumpster. Like a feral child, Reagan’s immediate reaction was to run away, but thankfully, her brother eventually caught up with her. To this day the blonde can’t recall a time she’d ever been squeezed so hard in her life or seen another person cry so hard. Something inside her made her want to cry, too, but after living the way she had for so long, the most Reagan could offer her brother was gentle pat on the shoulder. The first words out of Reagan’s mouth when her brother had finally let her go were that she wasn’t going back home to their mother and if he tried to make her, she’d run again.

Moving in with her brother hadn’t exactly been what Reagan expected, but since the death of their father, it appeared her eldest brother had taken over the role. His one bedroom apartment was a tight squeeze to say the least, but Reagan couldn’t exactly complain. Too late to enroll in a regular high school, Reagan’s brother signed her up for an online high school program, insisting she needed to at least obtain a high school diploma. It had been a difficult adjustment for Reagan to say the least, but for her brother’s sake, the blonde knew she had to try. The program took time to complete, but a few months shy of Reagan’s eighteenth birthday, her brother and the rest of her family had pulled together to throw the blonde a small graduation party to celebrate her accomplishment. Reagan had been trying to reintegrate herself back into her family’s life, especially her mother, who had blamed herself for her daughter’s disappearance.

Without much thought about college, Reagan wasn’t exactly sure what she was supposed to do with the rest of her life. Get a job? Get married? Run away again? Her older sister quickly stepped in, her husband who worked at one of the police precincts informing her that they were looking for a new receptionist. It wasn’t exactly what Reagan had really wanted to do, but it was better than nothing. It eventually was the beginning of the blonde’s interest in beingmore than just a receptionist. Her brother-in-law had been a huge help during Reagan’s time in the police academy, encouraging her and on the day of her graduation, the blonde stood proudly up on stage with her entire family in the crowd looking on. Never in Reagan’s wildest dreams did she think her life would have lead to this moment, but for the first time in a long time, Reagan felt proud.

The life of an NYPD police officer was the exact adrenaline rush that Reagan needed, never knowing what each day would bring. In a way, it made her feel close to her father again, being able to help people who went through a similar experience as she had. It meant getting her own apartment and eventually after years of dedicated service, a promotion to detective. It also meant falling in love, even going so far to agree to a proposal. Her fiance, another police officer from a different precinct, was everything that Reagan could have asked for. Unfortunately, the two would never get the chance to make it down the aisle. Killed in action trying to protect his partner, a hero’s death his Sergeant had called it. To Reagan, it was just another person in her life that had been taken away from her. Much like after her father’s death, Reagan completely shut down. Taking a sabbatical from work, the blonde spent most of her time off trying to figure out where she was supposed to go from here. Reagan didn’t want to sit on her couch, watching her life crumble around her the way her mother had after her father. Instead, Reagan cut her time off short and after a full evaluation at the request of her Sergeant and has officially been back on the force for a month. The only thing Reagan feels like she has left is her job and she’ll be damned if anyone tries to take that away from her, too.

PERSONALITY –

( + ) self-sufficient, adventurous, tough. ( - ) disconnected, blunt, unstable.

[whitewaterpaper]

Legend of The Seeker: Creator [S02E15]

¡Oi! Spoilers, stavfel och alternativa fakta kan förekomma rakt föröver!

Ser om Legend of the Seeker med @kulturdasset. Läs kulturdassets omdöme om avsnittet här.

Klippshower är avsnitt som inte alltid funkar, det krävs en hel del av manusförfattarna för att få det att bli bra. Här får man egentligen till ett intressant koncept, och en story som inte är så pjåkig men som kanske snubblar både en och två gånger på logiken.

Hela grejen med att Skaparen faktiskt skulle kunna förutse den här situationen och låta sig återfödas kan man kanske köpa. Men seriöst? Att hon skulle dyka upp vid en random staty med det enda målet att göra sig av med Richard? Att denna varelse som alltså skall vara på ett plan bortom människans fattningsförmåga och som bokstavligt talat skapade världen och dess innevånare litar blint på prelatens ord? Den delen är svårsmält.

För helt krasst, om hon verkligen kunnat förutse den här situationen hade hon från första början kunnat stoppa att Power of Orden slet sönder slöjan mellan rikena från första början. Så det här att jaga rätt på Richard och med nöd och näppe ge honom en chans att försvara sig känns inte helt logiskt.

Med andra ord, det är svårt att säga exakt hur hon gör det – men Maia är snarare en hjärntvättad produkt av Prelaten än den riktiga skaparen. Prelaten (likt Shota) har bestämt sig för att hennes tolkning av profetiorna är den enda rätta. Och har därmed bestämt sig för att (åter likt Shota) tvinga fram den händelseföljd hon själv anser vara den mest lämpliga. (Hon som antagligen aldrig lämnar profeternas palats i ”den gamla världen”).

Rick Riordan fäller in en intressant sak om profetior i Olympens blod (The Blood Of Olympus, 5e boken i serien Olympens Hjältar):

”Det är haken med profetior” morrade Zeus. ”När Apollon tillät att profetian om de sju uttalades och Hera sen hittade på att tolka den formade ödesgudinnorna framtiden så att det fanns ett begränsat antal följder, ett begränsat antal lösningar. Ödet säger att ni sju, halvgudarna, skall besegra Gaia. Vi, gudarna, kan inte.”

En väldigt intressant detalj i dem böckerna som fick mig att fundera en hel del kring den här serien (och mycket annan fantasy) och dess profetior. Vi tenderar att se dem som guider, men betraktar kanske inte möjligheten att en profetia kanske även begränsar möjligheten att påverka slutresultatet.

Kanske var det därför profetiorna blev färre med åren (Verna antyder det tidigare i säsongen) och varför profetian om Kahlans rena hjärta uttalades. Det handlar inte om en guide: det handlar om ett dödmansgrepp. Tårarnas sten är inte längre viktigast, och varför får vi ju veta i sista avsnittet.

Men åter till den falska skaparen. Hela rättegången känns som ett regisserat skådespel. Konstiga avslöjanden som följs av en vag tolkning till Richard nackdel. Kan verkligen The Keepers hantlangare gömma sig så väl att inte ens skaparen ser vad som döljs i deras hjärtan? När Kahlan tydligen utan problem kan läsa skaparen (fast Skaparen kan ju fejka förstås).

Keisha Castle-Hughes är enormt bra i rollen som Maia/Skaparen. Och lyckas bra med en roll där manusförfattarna uppenbarligen inte kunnat bestämma sig för om Maia verkligen är skaparen eller ej.

Luckorna i inramningsstoryn gör att det här avsnittet faller och blir en rätt standardmässig klippshow. Trots potentialen att lyckas få till det väldigt bra. Största hindret är kanske att det finns detaljer i det här avsnittet som får en att nästan misstänka att prelaten själv gått över till den mörka sidan. Och jag vet inte om det var vad man avsåg med avsnittet.

[bunniesonsaturn]

Hi! I’m looking for people that would like to RP on Discord, It's just a lot easier for me. I sometimes have to take a break because of Chronic Pain so don’t worry if I’m not there for a day or two, I usually will tell you if something’s coming up or if I’m not going to be on after a day or two.

I’ve been watching TWD recently and some characters have stolen my heart and I’ve made OCs for them but I’ve really been wanting to do something with Carl, I just have a lot of ideas for him but if you’re not comfortable with OCs I also ship a canon character with him. I’m also up to double and as I said before I also do CC x CC and if you want to know more about the OCs I can send it to you in DMs but I’m also working on making bios for all of them so please be patient with me.

✄My OCs

➻Carl Grimes x Ethan Reagan

➻Enid x Irene Reagan

➻Ezekiel x Amari Mambwe

➻Ezekiel x Isaac Reagan

➻Ezekiel x Dal Yoo

➻Glenn Rhee x Isaac Reagan

➻Glenn Rhee x Amari Mambwe

➻Gabriel Stokes x Isaac Reagan

➻Gabriel Stokes x Amari Mambwe

➻Michonne Hawthorne x Akiva Ito

➻Paul "Jesus" Rovia x Isaac Reagan

➻Paul "Jesus" Rovia x Dal Yoo

➻Rosita Espinosa x Dahlia Amana

Who I’d rather be is the 💞, If it doesn’t have 💞 that means I’m fine with either.

These are all of the ships I can rp if you don’t want to rp one of the OC ships/doubling.

✄Het

➻Carol Pelletier x Ezekiel

➻Michonne Hawthorne💞 x Rick Grimes

➻Maggie Rhee x Glenn Rhee

✄Slash

➻Aaron x Eric Raleigh

➻Carl Grimes x Ron Anderson

➻Caesar Ramón Martínez x Daryl Dixon💞

➻Daryl Dixon x Paul "Jesus" Rovia

➻Daryl Dixon x Glenn Rhee

➻Daryl Dixon💞 x Rick Grimes

➻Ezekiel x Jerry

➻Paul "Jesus" Rovia x Aaron

✄Femslash

➻Beth Greene x Tara Chambler

➻Cyndie x Tara Chambler

➻Denise Cloyd x Tara Chambler💞

➻Michonne Hawthorne💞 x Andrea Harrison

➻Sasha Williams x Beth Greene

➻Tara Chambler x Rosita Espinosa💞

✄Poly

➻Daryl Dixon x Aaron x Paul "Jesus" Rovia

➻Daryl Dixon x Rick Grimes x Paul "Jesus" Rovia

➻Ezekiel x Carol Pelletier x Jerry

┊Alternate Universe & Important Headcanons

༻Modern AU

༻High School AU

༻College AU

[randomvarious]

1980s Hardcore Punk Playlist

Bunch of 80s hardcore punk here. nearly half of which comes courtesy of Hawthorne’s own Redd Kross. All of the songs are hard and noisy and/or fast. Bad Religion’s “Only Gonna Die” is always great. The female-fronted Sin 34′s “Nuclear War” is also a doozy and the lyrics of “America” by Moral Decay and “Tell Me Why” by M.I.A. feel pretty prescient right about now as well. Whole thing takes up only 20 minutes at the moment so the playlist is kind of like a hardcore punk album in and of itself right now.

This playlist is ordered as chronologically as possible and links are provided below to songs that have been written about previously to give them more context:

Shattered Faith - “Reagan Country” Redd Kross - “Kill Someone You Hate” The Sins - “All Your Tomorrows” Bad Religion - “Only Gonna Die” Sin 34 - “Nuclear War” Moral Decay - “America” M.I.A. - “Tell Me Why” Redd Kross - “Tatum O’Tot and the Fried Vegetables” Redd Kross - “Notes & Chords Mean Nothing to Me” Redd Kross - “St. Lita Ford Blues”

Playlist is also on YouTube and YouTube Music, with some added bonus tracks that aren’t on Spotify:

Kaos - “Top Secret” Lost Cause - “Born Dead” Modern Warfare - “One for All”

More to come, eventually.

[girlbosswar]

ROUND 2 MASTERLIST

I apologize for the wait

Here are the round 2 matchups

SIDE ONE

Sharpay Evans (High School Musical) Vs. Queen (deltarune)

Reko Yabusame (Your Turn To Die -Death Game By Majority-) Vs. Sunset Shimmer (My Little Pony: Equestria Girls)

Megaera (Hades) Vs. Agent 8 (Splatoon 2: Octo Expansion)

Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog CD) Vs. Maya Fey (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney)

Morganthe (Wizard 101) Vs. The Administrator (Team Fortress 2)

Audria Rose (Descendants) Vs. Motoko Kusanagi (Ghost in the Shell)

Toriel (UNDERTALE) Vs. Aspheera (Ninjago)

Sara Chidouin (Your Turn To Die -Death Game By Majority-) Vs. Callie (Splatoon)

Marina (Splatoon 2) Vs. Jolyne Cujoh (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Ema Skye (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney) Vs. Daisy (Super Mario Land)

Nyota Uhura (Star Trek) Vs. Regina George (Mean Girls)

Olivier Mira Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist) Vs. Lady Iron Fan (Monkie Kid)

Hornet (Hollow Night) Vs. Franziska von Karma (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Justice for All)

Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place) Vs. Buffy Anne Summers (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Gertrude Robinson (The Magnus Archives) Vs. April O’Neil (ROTTMNT)

Princess Carolyn (Bojack Horseman) Vs. Madoka Kaname (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Reagan Ridley (Inside Job) Vs. P.I.X.A.L (Ninjago)

Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club) Vs. Korra (The Legend of Korra)

Bulma (Dragon Ball) Vs. Lady Macbeth (Macbeth)

Susie (deltarune) Vs. Fairy Godmother (Shrek 2)

Rumi Usagiyama (My Hero Academia) Vs. Lauren Mallard (Welcome to Night Vale)

Bayonetta (Bayonetta) Vs. Azula (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Frye (Splatoon 3) Vs. Ann Takamaki (Persona 5)

GLaDOS (Portal) Vs. Kyoko Sakura (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Marina (OMORI) Vs. Clawdeen Wolf (Monster High)

Alcina Dimitrescu (Resident Evil) Vs. Miss Piggy (The Muppets)

Lord Dominator (Wander Over Yonder) & Homura Akemi (Puella Magi Madoka Magica) Vs. Aradia Megido (Homestuck)

Dahlia Hawthorne (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Trials and Tribulations) Vs. Lucina (Fire Emblem)

Marie (Splatoon) Vs. Toph Beifong (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

SIDE TWO

Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid) Vs. Solar Flare (Plants vs. Zombies)

Mia Fey (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney) Vs. Agent 3 (Splatoon)

Isabelle (Animal Crossing: New Leaf) Vs. Tabitha Chrysanthemum Scarlet (Scarlet Hollow)

Astrid Hofferson (How To Train Your Dragon) Vs. Athena Cykes (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Dual Destinies)

Rapunzel (Tangled) Vs. Nami (One Piece)

Nadja (What We Do in the Shadows) Vs. Bridget (Guilty Gear)

Vriska Serket (Homestuck) Vs. Yosano Akiko (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Celestia Ludenberg (Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc) Vs. Helen Richardson (The Magnus Archives)

Akane Kurushiki (Zero Escape: 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors) Vs. Clementine (Stray)

Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things) Vs. Annabeth Chase (Heroes of Olympus)

Jinx (League of Legends/The Arcana) Vs. Lotus (Zero Escape: 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors)

Yang Xiao Long (RWBY) Vs. Kitty Softpaws (Puss and Boots)

Boss (AI: The Somnium Files) Vs. Coco Adel (RWBY)

Harumi (Ninjago) Vs. Lady with an Ermine (Leonardo da Vinci)

Edalyn Clawthorne (The Owl House) Vs. Darling Charming (Ever After High)

Pearl (Splatoon 2) Vs. Carmelita Montoya Fox (Sly Cooper)

Vex’ahlia (Critical Role) Vs. Queen (Chess)

Lup (The Adventure Zone) Vs. Sweetheart (OMORI)

Sister Beatrice (Warrior Nun) Vs. Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Samus Aran (Metroid) Vs. Clover (Zero Escape: 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors)

Jessie (Pokémon) Vs. Fiona (Shrek)

Dana Cardinal (Welcome to Night Vale) Vs. Rose Lalonde (Homestuck)

Nadia Vulvokov (Russian Doll) Vs. Lucille Sharpe (Crimson Peak)

Undyne (UNDERTALE) Vs. Ryūko Matoi (Kill la Kill)

Mari (OMORI) Vs. Rosalina (Super Mario Galaxy)

Weiss Schnee (RWBY) Vs. Elizabert Megafig (Bugsnax)

Cleo de Nile (Monster High) Vs. Skylor Chen (Ninjago)

Barbie (Barbie) Vs. Cynthia (Pokémon Diamond/Pearl)

[evil-doppelganger-duel]

Round 1 Matchups

Check out the spreadsheet here:

The bracket will start on Friday, May 12th at 5pm EDT! For round 1, there will be 8 polls a day, each lasting 24 hours.

I tried to put similar characters/characters from the same media together, but the rest is randomized. You can also check the full list of contestants here

Without further ado, our schedule!~

Day 1:

Evil Xisuma vs Helsknight (Hermitcraft)

The Valeyard (Doctor Who) vs Mr. Edward Hyde (Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde)

FalseSymmetry (Empires SMP) vs Tac Nayn (Nyan Cat)

Tyrone vs Dippy Fresh (Gravity Falls)

Katherine Pierce (The Vampire Diaries) vs Katrina Spellman (Sabrina, the Teenage Witch)

Ditto (Pokémon) vs Félix Fathom (Miraculous Ladybug)

Vanitas vs Roxas (Kingdom Hearts)

Alternate Norma vs Alternate Barney (Dead End: Paranormal Park)

Day 2:

SheZap (SheZow) vs Sonozaki Shion (Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni)

Scourge vs Metal Sonic (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Anti-Pops (Regular Show) vs Robo-Reagan (Inside Job)

Tsukasa Yugi (Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun) vs Yosuke's Shadow (Persona 4)

Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler) vs Lore (Star Trek)

Kimura Koichi (Digimon Frontier) vs Constantine (Muppets Most Wanted)

Dark Pit (Kid Icarus) vs Dark Samus (Metroid)

Fowen (Story Thieves) vs Gruffnut Thorston (How to Train Your Dragon)

Day 3:

Dark Meta Knight vs Shadow Kirby (Kirby & the Amazing Mirror)

Man in Red (Ghost Trick) vs Mark Vorkosigan (Vorkosigan Saga)

Omori (Omori) vs Doodlebob (Spongebob Squarepants)

Liquid Snake (Metal Gear) vs Millions Knives (Trigun)

Bad End Pretty Cure vs Cure Unlovely (Pretty Cure)

Doppelganger Arle (Puyo Puyo~n) vs Dahlia Hawthorne (Ace Attorney)

Dark Link (Legend of Zelda) vs Shadow Mario (Super Mario)

Father (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs Cesar's Alternate (The Mandela Catalogue)

Day 4:

Robo-Fortune vs Fukua (Skullgirls)

(See Tiebreaker)

Madelyne Pryor (Marvel) vs Badeline (Celeste)

Imposter (Going Under) vs Doppelganger (Scribblenauts)

Scruff Ruffman vs Le Purr (Fetch with Ruff Ruffman)

Mean Rachel (Animorphs) vs Bad Janet (The Good Place)

The Rowdyruff Boys (The Powerpuff Girls) vs Mad Ducktor (Donald Duck)

Nale (Order of the Stick) vs Ledroptha Curtain (The Mysterious Benedict Society)

Kevin (Welcome to Night Vale) vs Vergil (Devil May Cry)

[jessicatredes]

tagged by @chuckhansen​ to use this picrew to show what’s in my babies bags :-) tagging anyone who wants to!

daytona reed: black backpack, busted phone + half working earbuds, pocket change, apartment key, month old candy, evil single use water (pretend it’s a hydroflask), photos of butch and dogmeat, bone + ball for dogmeat

sierra shaw: camo fanny pack with bear charm, cracked phone + ipod from 2008, random currency from whichever country she’s in, stolen car key, glasses she never wears, tea, photos from nepal, empty mechanical pencil, notebook for work, tamagotchi  

lyndsey of venus: yellow shoulder bag with owl charm, cute phone + airpods she never charges, wallet, key, handkerchief, berry gum, after crucible onigiri snack, tea, tamagotchi, poetry book, photos from patrols, cat treats for tower kitties 

permela de monte: brown satchel bag, dino action figure, work & personal phone, wad o’ cash, estate + skeleton keys, random rocks she’s pocketed, pain meds, tea, pencil + notebook for adventuring, gun for some spice 

raylan grace hawthorne: black bag, phone he dropped but refuses to get fixed, credit cards, four-leaf clover parvati gave him, candy aka all he eats, spacer’s choice cigs, meds (adderall, pep pills, adreno), laptop stolen from board shithead  

reagan james: green satchel bag, ipod, caps purse, keys with charm from nahant oceanological society internship, assorted seashells, gum, tea, reading glasses, stick for dogmeat, journal + pencil case for minutemen to-do lists 

[thelangdoncooperative]

Seven Wonders Part 5

As the weeks went on, it wasn't just the relationship of Y/N and Michael that grew. Those under the care of Miss Robichaux’s and Hawthorne were able to look past their differences and just be young together. While the witches undoubtedly knew their superiority in magic, they tried their best from picking fights with the warlocks on this topic. When they kept talks of Supremes or Alphas out of it, they all got along well for the most part.

The night of Y/N’s meeting with Myrtle and Cordelia, Myrtle was still not back and Cordelia had been summoned to whatever corner of the world had their attention in that moment. One of the girls had suggested that they all join in the parlor to hang out. With Cordelia and Myrtle having been summoned elsewhere, Zoe was in charge but Zoe wasn't one to hover. She and Kyle had gone out for the evening, knowing everyone was accounted for inside the walls of the school. She knew there were plenty of girls who would inform her should anyone go wandering off.

“Don't set anything on fire!” One of the girls laughed. Alex, one of Hawthorne’s newest had decided to exhibit his skills in pyrokinesis. Putting out his hand to face the cigarette in Y/N’s mouth.

“Wait,” Michael warned him, turning to Y/N, “Don't be dumb. If he fucks up, he's gonna burn your face”

Y/N chuckled as she shook her head, cigarette dangling from her lips, “He can do it. I can feel it. You gotta trust me,” she squeezed his hand. When Alex successfully lit the tip of the cigarette, everyone clapped as he dramatically took a bow. Y/N felt Michael's body release the tension he was holding throughout the spectacle.

“Why don't you show us something, Y/N?” Reagan said as she stood in the corner, arms crossed at her chest, “God knows you've spent so much time holed up in your room. You must be doing something up there,”

Sam laughed, “We all know what she's doing up there,” he nudged Michael's shoulder but Michael shook his head in disapproval as he pulled Y/N closer to his side.

Turning to look at Reagan, Y/N could sense her jealousy, “Why don't you be a good little witch and get us some more drinks?” She turned to the ashtray in front of her and dabbed out her cigarette.

“Why would I do anything for you?” She replied.

Y/N looked deep into her eyes before saying, “Or maybe you're tired. You're very tired and you want to go to bed,” she said in a smooth and authoritative tone Michael had never heard.

“I'm very tired and I want to go to bed. Goodnight everyone,” Reagan turned on her heels and they could hear her footsteps as she headed up to her room. A few laughs were heard about the room but Michael was only looking at Y/N.

Michael leaned down to Y/N's ear and whispered, “Not nice”

“Frenemies. What can you do?” She shrugged and laid her head against his shoulder.

Alex jumped up like he had the best idea of his life, “Okay, let's try something else. I did fire. What's everyone else got?” He looked around the room, “Michael? Sam? Anyone?”

Sam shook his head but Michael just looked to Y/N. She smiled and nodded, encouraging him to try. “What have we been practicing for?” She rationalized.

“Not for this,” he chuckled before giving her a quick peck. Standing, he took to the center of the room, “Alright. I'm not sure just yet so give me a second to think,” he looked to Y/N sitting in front of him. She was sitting forward, face leaning on her hands. She was looking at him like he could do anything in the world. He wasn't going to let her down.

He raised one hand in front of him, sweeping it up and over him before doing the same with the other. As he did, small snowflakes began to fall in the room. Everyone was in awe of him and when Y/N began to clap, he tried to push himself further.

“Maybe we could have a white Christmas in New Orleans,” a girl said.

Another boy nodded, “That would be nice,”

Y/N did not focus on the conversation but the heavier snowfall. The room’s temperature began to fall rapidly and soon enough everyone was shivering.

“Michael…” her tone concerned.

He did not seem to hear her or if he did, he did not respond. Wind whirled about the room, knocking over a few stray candles or frames. His eyes rolled back and he seemed to convulse in a way she'd never seen before. She quickly rose to stand by him.

“Michael, baby, stop” she put her hands on his chest but he did not. Quickly taking off her gloves, she placed both hands on either side of his face before being thrown back to the floor. It was only then he stopped. Eyes returning to their natural state, he wiped the blood that fell in small droplets from his nose.

“I'm sorry,” he spoke low, “I didn't know that was inside me,”

Everyone sat in shock and no one dared move aside from Sam who tried to help Y/N up from the floor. He made sure to hold her by her arms, refraining from touching her bare hands.

Michael looked down at the floor, picking up her gloves and handing them to her.

“Maybe we should call it a night,” Sara suggested.

Y/N nodded but did not tear her eyes from Michael who looked at her like a wounded puppy, “I think that's a good idea,” she wrapped her arm around his waist while he put his around her shoulder. She helped the shivering boy up the stairs and into the bathroom that adjoined her room.

“Sit,” she ordered as she turned on the shower to as hot as she thought he could stand it. She helped him out of his clothes that were still wet from the snow and had thin layers of frost in patches on the fabric. Michael didn't say anything, only watched her when she wasn't looking or averted her gaze when she was, “Get in,” she said once he was stripped bare.

As he stood under the scalding water, she began to pick up his clothes, tossing them in her hamper. Without a word, she left and returned with dry clothes from his room.

“Y/N,” he said just barely above a whisper.

She moved the curtain aside a bit, “Yeah?”

“I'm sorry,” he said. When she looked at him, she could see how upset he was. His face was red around his eyes and he looked like he had just received the scolding of a lifetime.

She shook her head, “I know that wasn't you. Don't apologize”

“Then who was it?” he asked, doubting her words. She didn't have anything to give him. She had nothing to say to reassure him because she wasn't sure what took over him in that moment or if it was simply more unfiltered power than he could handle. Michael reached his hand out to her and for a moment she almost said no. She took his wet hand and got in the shower, fully clothed. He pulled her against him, holding her as the hot water fell on them both. She stroked his back to soothe him and kept seeing the moment she was forced to the ground when she touched him. That mixed with his remorse was all there was to see.

Pulling back, he took her face in his hands, “I would never ever hurt you,” he state matter-of-factly.

“I know,” she smiled weakly.

Gently bringing her face closer to his, he kissed her with such fragility, as if any quick movement would cause her to break. They kissed this way, soft and loving, mouths moving together in perfect sync until the water got colder.

When they got out, she handed him a towel and left him to get dressed as she went to get her own clothes to change. When he came out of bathroom, he saw her at a small mirror on her dresser, brushing her wet hair.

“Can I stay?” He asked. When she looked back at him, he was rubbing his arm nervously. She smiled and motioned to the bed. When she climbed in beside him, he pulled her close enough that their noses touched and he rubbed small circles on her hip.

She wanted to ask him a million questions but she didn't think even he had the answers for what happened downstairs. If any more senior witch were there to see what had happened, she knew they'd disapprove. It didn't seem to come from the light. Not with the way he seemed to lose such control.

“Please tell me what you're thinking,” he raised his hand to stroke her cheek. His voice sounded needy and desperate, “You can yell at me if you want to”

She smiled sympathetically, “I don't want to yell at you. I'm genuinely not upset with you,” he scanned her eyes for evidence of a lie, “I just worry what will happen when Cordelia comes back,” He nodded and seemed to be thinking about it as well “Just rest for now,” she said as the threaded her hand through his damp hair and lightly scratched his scalp.

It was only after he fell asleep, that Y/N could finally rest. She thought she had seen something, a shadow, move in the darkness but she chalked it up to exhaustion and only moved closer to Michael before she fell asleep.

@probably-not-okayy @rainhowling @langdontrash@skullchik89@spring-tidejuvenile @bryanddchartisasmolbean @brieababy @hexqueensupreme@frozenhuntress67@malheureaux@lustlangdon@arabellashold@cheyenneeagle-blog @afflicto@i-should-probably-be-asleep-rn @the-captain-kidd@marsmonroe@ateliefloresdaprimavera@majestichoechlin@meeeeeeeeeps @narcolepticstorm @shado-cat@smalluniversecollector@bohostrology@del-rcys@arealmermaid@vodkasquip @hxdesworld @noice-smort-no-doubt@gloves94 @wtf-t0zier@althehufflepuff @reading–mermaid@heelsamizayn @historyartisan@crybabycth @habblez-the-babblez @jamesbuckybarnes13 @buckynatlarry @claireloyal @our-mrlangdon @itsbqueenthings @fandoms-allovertheplace@wroteclassicaly @rainbowxmisa@phantomofthegrande @avesatanaslangdon@ugly-fire@mchaelangdon @quotes-for-the-world

[onthepageoftears]

✦ OC Post Masterlist

a/n This is a masterlist of all of my OCs by fandom, but only the ones I have made posts or drabbles for. For my other OCs or more info on these ones, check out my OC Page. 

➤ Julie and the Phantoms

➙ Lee Ramírez: Introduction Moodboard, Lukee Moodboard, Gif tag game

#ocwinterchallenge Day 7, Day 8, Day 10, Day 12, Day 14, Day 15, Day 18 Day 31

tag: #lee ramirez

➙ Sam Pincher:

#ocwinterchallenge Day 2, Day 9, Day 11, Day 13, Day 16, Day 19, Day 21

tag: #sam pincher

➤ Harry Potter

➙ Reagan Hawthorne:

#ocwinterchallenge Day 1

tag: #reagan hawthorne

➤HSMTMTS

➙ Verena Caswell:

#ocwinterchallenge Day 3

tag: #rencaswell

➤ Mean Girls

➙ Cameron Pierce: 

Drabbles: 1

#cameronpierce

➤ Sex Education

➙ Stevie Groff: Introduction

tag: #steviegroff

➤ Stranger Things

➙ Chris Walker: 

Drabbles: 1

tag: #chriswalker

➤ The Umbrella Academy

➙ Emily Hargreeves: Introduction

Story: Pull It Together (FF.net, Wattpad)

#ocwinterchallenge Day 4

tag: #emilyhargreeves

➤ The Witcher

➙ Thea: 

Drabbles: 1

#ocwinterchallenge Day 6

tag: #thea

➤ That 70′s Show

➙ Rachel Kelso: 

#ocwinterchallenge Day 5

tag: #rachelkelso

more will be added to this masterlist as I post, so keep an eye out!

[toldnews-blog]

New Post has been published on https://toldnews.com/lifestyle/the-chic-octogenarian-behind-barbies-best-looks/

The Chic Octogenarian Behind Barbie’s Best Looks

LOS ANGELES — Carol Spencer, 86, may be the most influential fashion designer you’ve never heard of.

In the mid-1960s, she made a red pencil skirt with a white sleeveless blouse that had red stitching and three red buttons down the front. Short white gloves came with it. Thousands sold.

In the 1970s, well aware that the counterculture’s loosening dress code and mores had made it to the mainstream, Ms. Spencer designed a red bandanna halter maxi-dress and a matching leisure shirt for men. Those designs were popular, too.

In the Nancy Reagan 1980s, Ms. Spencer aimed for high-end appeal, making a one-shouldered ball gown in blue jacquard with an organza flower at the nipped-in waist and a cape. One of Mrs. Reagan’s go-to couturiers personally approved the gown to be sold under his name: “Oscar de la Renta for Barbie.”

Ms. Spencer has made wedding dresses, saris, go-go boots and caftans. All in miniature. From 1963 to 1999, she was Barbie’s fashion designer, a career celebrated in her new book, “Dressing Barbie” (HarperDesign).

Ms. Spencer also made her own clothes, and had an easy time working with the doll’s famously unusual proportions, she said, because they weren’t so far from her own. “I have shrunk but in those days, I was tall and skinny,” she said. “I had a 16-inch waist and something on top, too, I sure did, but Barbie’s legs were better than mine.”

She was sitting in her dining room, wearing a blouse in a shade that can only be described as Barbie pink, with a Barbie brooch and a Barbie digital watch that legions of girls probably begged to get for Christmas in the 1990s.

It was a different body part that was most important for her job, Ms. Spencer said: “I have small hands.” She set down the Barbie teacup filled with lemonade she had been clasping to show her fingers. They are small and jut out at angles from the joint, a disfiguration likely caused by years of grasping little needles and bottles of glue.

In creating a wardrobe for Barbie and the entourage (Skipper, Ken, Midge, Big Jim, Baby Sister Kelly, Cara, Stacey, Christie, P.J., Steffie and Miss America), Ms. Spencer was part of a team that has inspired the work of designers including Bob Mackie, Nicole Miller, Jeremy Scott and Jason Wu, who once said he played with Barbie dolls when he was a child.

For a Moschino fashion show in Milan in 2014, Mr. Scott had a Barbie waiting on front-row chairs and sent models down the runway in blond bouffants and pink skirt suits.

Last month, to celebrate the doll’s 60th birthday, Mattel hosted a profusely pink Barbie bacchanal in New York City with Instagram-friendly Dream House backdrops, intended to draw in a new generation of fans who are too young to know that Barbie was the original influencer.

1. Ms. Spencer designed Ski Party Pink for Barbie in 1982. The sweater had Dolman sleeves and a cowl neck. In her ankle-strap high-heels, she was ready to hit the bars, not the slopes.

2. Released in 1979, this City Sophisticate outfit had a faux-fur-trimmed coat and skirt accented by a yellow soutache braid.

3. A Mattel employee accidentally ordered 2,500 yards of gold-and-white striped fabric, instead of 250 yards. Ms. Spencer’s 1965 Country Club Dance fashions made use of the excess.

4. The 1992 Totally Hair Barbie was one of Mattel’s best sellers. Ms. Spencer designed a Pucci-inspired mini.

5. Ms. Spencer wanted to create an “evening pajama” look for Barbie after Barbra Streisand wore a Scaasi version when accepting an Academy Award in 1969. Ms. Streisand’s outfit was see-through, so Ms. Spencer made Barbie special panties.

Saving the Dune Buggy

Even since her retirement, Ms. Spencer has devoted her time to Barbie. Inducted in 2017 into the Women in Toys, Licensing & Entertainment Hall of Fame, she has spent her golden years attending Barbie collectors events, doing research and amassing artifacts.

For years she has worked on “Dressing Barbie,” which is sized for a coffee table and subtitled “A Celebration of the Clothes That Made America’s Favorite Fashion Doll, and the Incredible Woman Behind Them.” Laurie Brookins, a writer and stylist, helped Ms. Spencer with the project.

The book combines styled vintage fashion photography with memoir. Born in 1932 and raised in Minneapolis, Ms. Spencer rejected the wife-and-mother path that prevailed in the American midcentury and instead made a career for herself. “I truly fell in love with Barbie the first moment I created her clothes and accessories,” she writes in the book.

Barbie has been a go-to emblem of all that has ill-served girls and young women in American culture. Living in a world that is almost exclusively white, the doll has breasts that are disproportionately large compared with her hips, and her feet are contorted into a permanent “floint” (short for flexing your toes back as you point the rest of your foot).

Her hair seems to be bleached blond, never with dark (or gray) roots. At times she dressed the part of a doctor or politician but has seemed unable to hold down a job. And there’s the place in Malibu. Does it come from a trust fund or Ken?

But Ms. Spencer would like to counterpunch the Barbie bashing. She points out the doll’s humble origins, with her proportions modeled after paper dolls cut from newspapers. She also defends Barbie as a healthy alternative to video games; an engine of imagination for girls and boys, who can project onto a Barbie doll whoever they may wish to become.

“It’s wholesome play,” she said, as she pulled from a case one of the many hundreds of dolls in her home. This one was wearing a yellow chiffon-like pleated tunic with see-through pajama pants, inspired by the Arnold Scaasi transparent ensemble Barbra Streisand wore to the 1969 Oscars when she won a best actress award for “Funny Girl.”

Ms. Spencer’s house is filled with books like “Barbie: Her Life and Times” and “Dream Doll: the Ruth Handler Story,” about Ms. Handler, who, with her husband, Elliot, and Harold Matson, founded Mattel in 1945. The Barbie fashion doll was released in 1959.

Over a cluttered desk are posters of Barbie, like one showing the same image of the original 1959 doll, displayed against four different bright backgrounds, à la Warhol. (It was made to celebrate Mattel’s 35th Anniversary Barbie Festival, in 1994.)

Ms. Spencer is a scavenger for treasures in a toss-everything world. One day at the Mattel offices, then located in Hawthorne, Calif., she noticed someone was about to throw away an important piece of Barbie memorabilia.

“It was the prototype for Barbie’s dune buggy,” she said. “They were tossing it, and I said, ‘Would you toss it my way?’”

She learned thrift as a child. “During World War II, things were scarce and I remember the family would get the Sunday paper,” Ms Spencer said. “When they’d get through with it, they’d hand me the comic pages so that I could cut out the paper dolls.”

She began to create paper fashion for these paper dolls. Soon she was making her own clothes. But being a fashion designer didn’t seem like a realistic goal in those days, she recalled. “You could be a teacher, nurse, secretary or clerk,” she said. “But wife and mother were the big ones.”

She was engaged to a medical student but when she realized she was expected to work to help pay for education before quitting to be a “doctor’s wife,” she broke the engagement. Then she enrolled at the Minneapolis College of Art and Design, where she got a bachelor of fine arts with a focus on fashion design.

In May 1955, as she was about to graduate, she received a telegram from New York letting her know that her application for a “guest editor” slot at Mademoiselle magazine had been approved. Instead of sticking around for her commencement ceremony, Ms. Spencer took her first plane trip and moved in to the Barbizon Hotel for Women, for a month.

During her time in New York, she attended a reception at the home of the cosmetics entrepreneur Helena Rubinstein, visited the recently opened United Nations, danced with West Point cadets at the St. Regis hotel and interviewed the designer Pauline Trigère in her studio.

Ms. Spencer was in the same class of Mademoiselle guest editors as Joan Didion. “It was about as far from Minneapolis as you could get,” she writes.

She returned to her hometown to work, designing children’s wear for Wonderalls Company and then moved to Milwaukee to become a “misses” sportswear designer.

In late 1962, Ms. Spencer spotted an advertisement in Women’s Wear Daily. “A national manufacturer who leads its industry with annual sales in excess of $50 million seeks a cost-conscious fashion designer-stylist for its suburban Los Angeles facility.”

She sent a résumé and heard nothing back. Still, sensing this mysterious job was her destiny, she and her aunt packed up their 1959 Ford Fairlane and drove across the country to California.

In April 1963, she saw an ad in the California Apparel News for the same job, and this time her application got a response. It was from Mattel, the toymaker already known for the postwar bombshell: Barbie.

Ms. Spencer went to the company headquarters for an interview and was asked to make a suite of outfits for this creature. She made a halter-top-and-boy-short bikini, a one-piece in the same shade of orange-pink. There was a cover-up and a wrap skirt. She got the job.

Pink Pills Nixed

At that time, Mattel made about 125 different outfits a year for Barbie, and the fashion department, run by Charlotte Johnson, could be cutthroat.

“Charlotte had a theory,” Ms. Spencer said. “If you have four designers, you put them in four corners. And it was always competitive and you were pitching your product. Sometimes the competition was kind of dirty.”

How so? She wouldn’t say. “I’m out of it, I’m retired, I’m enjoying life, I’ll put it that way,” she said, and she took a sip of lemonade from her Barbie teacup.

Some of her early successes, all of which she has cataloged, included Country Club Dance (a white and gold striped gown), From Nine to Five (a midcalf blue dress with an embroidered vest and hair scarf) and Debutante Ball (an aqua satin gown with a fur stole).

Ms. Spencer took her cue from the culture around her. As the Jane Fonda aerobics craze of the 1980s took off, Barbie got a purple leotard and leg warmers. When NASA’s space shuttle exploration was in full tilt, Barbie became an astronaut (albeit one in thigh-high boots and silver capes).

And there was inspiration from her own life as well. When she needed a biopsy on her breast, Ms. Spencer was transfixed by the white coats doctors wore. The biopsy was negative, but the fashion was positive. Guess who became, however briefly, a surgeon?

There were missteps too, like when she gave Dr. Barbie a case of pink pills without knowing that at that time pink pills were known to be methamphetamines. “Let me tell you, that caused quite a stir,” she said. (Her faux pas was caught before Meth-Head Barbie made its way to children’s dollhouses.)

There are hundreds and hundreds of designs that are Carol Spencer originals, with only a small portion bearing her name. Until the mid-1990s, Mattel didn’t put designer names on Barbie’s packaging.

But Ms. Spencer remembers each of her creations, and many of them are in her home, which her sister, Margaret, 88, will be moving into soon. But even though Ms. Spencer gets out less these days, and relies on a walker to take more than a few steps, she said she feels surrounded by good company.

“You’re never alone when you have dinner at my house,” she said. “Barbie is always with you.”