#regicidalheart

[victorluvsalice]

Merry Christmas Marie!

@regicidalheart Your request was for your OC Madeline in the Valicer In The Dark verse, as a young teen out with her dog that the trio had to save from a mugging or the like -- and I was only too happy to comply! XD Here's my favorite crime trio learning all about the local version of Maddie and her doggo Scout -- hope you enjoy!

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“...thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Alice replied simply, wiping the blood off her blade with a well-stained cloth. “Not like we could just pass by when we saw that wretch attempting to separate you from your purse.”

“Especially after he kicked your dog,” Victor added, scowling. “I hate people who do that.”

The girl – who looked creepily like a younger version of herself, Alice noted – smiled faintly at that, said abused pooch – a solid-looking brown dog with a pointy black snoot – sitting by her side and regarding them cautiously. “I, um, I got that impression after you blasted him into a nearby wall. I’m surprised he got back up after that. I thought for sure the Bell was going to ring.”

“Some people are just blessed with good healing and solid constitutions,” Alice said, examining her own miraculously-unscarred hand and recalling a fire that should have taken it from her. “Not always the ones you want to be, of course, but...”

“That’s up to nature and the gods,” Smiler picked up, favoring their rescuee with a grin. “But enough about that – I’m Smiler, and this is Alice and Victor! We’re the Three Pillars!” They offered their hand. “Who are you, and how are you doing? I hope that arse didn’t hurt you.”

“I’m Madeline – and no, he didn’t have the chance,” the girl said, taking their hand with a touch of trepidation. “Poor Scout’s the only one who got a boot to the side.”

The dog whined, almost on cue. “I see – poor Scout indeed,” Smiler agreed, keeling down and holding out their hand for Scout to sniff. “I’m not an animal doctor, but I do know a few things about bruises – and being kicked,” they added with a faint chuckle. “I could take a look at it for you.”

“Or, if you prefer, we could just walk you back home, then leave you in peace,” Victor added, with a small smile of his own.

Madeline winced, and Scout whined, rubbing his – Alice was pretty sure it was a “him,” anyway – head against her leg. “Uh – that – that would be kind of hard,” she muttered into her collar. “I don’t really have a home anymore.”

“What?” Alice tucked away both cleaning cloth and knife, folding her arms in concern. “Why not?”

“What happened?” Smiler asked, instantly on the alert for unhappiness to squash.

“My father...he...” Madeline sniffled, suddenly looking rather younger than the fifteen years Alice guessed her to be. “I’m – I’m devil-cursed, according to him. I keep hearing things nobody else does, or seeing things that aren’t there...it’s not like I want to, but I can’t make it stop, either! I’ve tried, but it never works! Every time, I slip up and answer a question nobody asked, or – or end up screaming over some Horror that doesn’t actually exist!” Scout licked her hand, and she rubbed the dog’s head. “Father paid all sorts of people to come look at me, but none of them could make it stop either. So he finally said that he wasn’t going to have a child that had a – a demon’s stink all over her and threw me and Scout out.” She let out a watery, humorless laugh. “If that mugger had gotten my purse, he would have been very disappointed. I don’t even have a Coin to my name.”

“Curiouser and curiouser – it seems that your good deed may have netted you a kindred spirit,” Cheshire commented, winding his way around Alice’s ankles.

I think it’s netted all of us one, Alice responded, glancing first at Victor and seeing the memories of a giant house that was never a home written all over his face, then at Smiler and the memories of their wretched bastard of a birth father all over theirs. Which means it’s a very good thing we came down this way. “Well then – I think it’s safe to say your father is a total arse,” she said aloud.

“Oh, definitely,” Smiler nodded, standing up. “You need a friend – and fortunately, I think we’re just the people for the job,” they added, trademark grin turning back on. “Why don’t you stick with us for a bit? We’d be happy to look after you and Scout.”

“We’d feel awful just letting you go off on your own,” Victor agreed. “Not if there was something we could do.”

“I...” Madeline made some faces. “I don’t know...I’m grateful for you getting rid of that mugger, but...”

“But you barely know us,” Alice filled in. “We’re not going to force you to do anything – we’d just like to see you somewhere safe if we can.”

“At least let us get you a proper hot meal,” Smiler wheedled. “We can take you over to the Golden Plum!”

Madeline’s eyes went wide. “The Golden Plum? Isn’t that place expensive?”

“Not when you’ve helped the head chef create one of the dishes of her dreams!” Smiler offered their arm. “Come on – just one meal, and we can work from there.”

“Please?” Victor said, clasping his hands before him.

Madeline squinted at them, then looked at her dog. “Scout?”

Scout circled around them and gave them all a thorough sniff – then barked once, tail wagging. Madeline smiled and took Smiler’s arm. “Okay then – but you have to tell me how you know the chef at the Golden Plum.”

“Sure – it’s a favorite story of mine,” Smiler beamed as the group moved off. “Okay, first off – have you heard of Dragon’s Bane fruit?”

[victorluvsalice]

Ooooh, this is lovely! :D She looks really nice here -- like she's either landing from one of her floating spins, or preparing to take off. :) Always love seeing a good bit of Alice fanart! :) Thank you very much, and Merry Christmas! :)

HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT.

Okay, first of all, this is my Christmas/Early Birthday gift to one of my favorite authors and friends, @victorluvsalice. Vicky, I really hope you enjoy my art of Alice! This is probably one of my most intricate pieces, and took a lot of help from my artist friends to finish LOL.

Which brings me to my next point, @king-mera!!! Bestie, if I didn't have you helping me figure out the tools on my art program, I literally would not have finished this in time. You a real one, and I appreciate you from the bottom of my heart!

Finally!!!! To anyone who wants to reblog this, please feel free! Just please don't repost and crop my signature out, I'm begging you. I worked too damn hard on this for someone to steal it.

MERRY CHRISTMAS VICKY!!!!

[offwithhxrhead]

heyyyyyyyyyyyy......

sorry for the absence. funnily enough, i actually have a full time job now (and work from home!) it's both a blessing and a curse.

also, if i may just talk about something that's kinda contributed to my indefinite hiatus that was never announced lol. for some reason my "read more" button ain't working, so i'll just start after this paragraph. if you're interested read on, if not, you may scroll.

i hate what the roleplay community has become on this site. it's been really fun to make new friends and rp with characters, but if i'm really honest, the aesthetic bullshit has really REALLY made it not fun to RP on tumblr anymore. now, i am all for people having their blog the way they want it. i'm also all for the art that people create using editing software to make their icons, psds, etc. literally y'all are so talented and it's amazing what y'all can do.

what is really grinding my gears is that it's now MANDATORY for me to do the same. otherwise i'm outdated, i'm cringe, and no one wants to interact with me, save a few people that see through the superficial bullshit. for those of you who gave me a chance based on my writing and not how aesthetic my blog was, THANK YOU. y'all are not my issue here.

my issue is with the gatekeepers who think that having pretty fonts and psds make your writing that much better. those that think that just because your blog and threads look pleasing to the eye and like something you can screenshot and post to pinterest you're all of a sudden worthy of writing partners. they start leaving others out who don't partake in these aesthetics, EVEN IF THEY ARE GOOD WRITERS.

i'm not saying you have to interact with everyone. if you aren't interested in someones blog/character/etc. you don't have to reach out to them. but if you are genuinely interested in someone's character, then TURN THEM AWAY because they don't subscribe to your fancy fonts and psds, LITERALLY you can burn in hell. because seriously wtf. GROW UP.

if this loses me followers, i really could care less. i'm barely on this blog anymore and the only people who care about interacting with me know who they are, and i appreciate y'all. truly i do. y'all are why i wish i could keep writing on tumblr.

unfortunately though, here i am, announcing to a crowd of, what 2? 2 people? that i'm going on indefinite hiatus. i only hope one day people can look at writing for what it is rather than how pretty the font is. (seriously, wtf is with that?) when that day comes, y'all holla at me on tiktok, snapchat, instagram, wherever else y'all want. i'll tag em below if you want to follow me. until then, i really don't think i belong here. it's made writing on here hell.

thanks for the memories tumblr. i appreciate it.

brynlee marie daigle

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[king-mera]

tagged by @regicidalheart to, without downloading anything, post a picture from my camera roll that sums up my personality and tag 5 people!

@blueemberthefox @superstarlimo @lacking-hydration @cobalt-ferrero @bee-teeth

[thevalicemultiverse]

OOC: Tag Game

Got tagged by @regicidalheart to list five songs I’ve had on repeat lately. I don’t know if I’d really say I had any of these really on “repeat” (except maybe the first one), but here’s some I’ve been listening to and enjoying lately:

1. Shivers, Ed Sheeran (prime Valice material here)

2. Bad Habits, Ed Sheeran (makes me think of “Londerland Bloodlines”)

3. Paranoid, Garbage (just like this one)

4. London Bridge, Fergie (. . .look, something made me think of it earlier and I found I enjoyed it)

5. 2 AM Theme, Animal Crossing New Horizons (I really like listening to video game soundtracks when reading stuff on the web and this is one of my FAVORITES)

That list was more eclectic than I thought it would be. Anyway, I’ll throw some tags at @slycooperandcarlosfox, @nebbychan, and @a-special-place-in-your-heart! 

[victorluvsalice]

Well, hot chocolate IS a favorite in winter for me -- mostly because I don't like coffee. XD

@nebbychan, @ace-of-tales, @thesatiricaldemon, @regicidalheart, @gaydragonwizards, @vand0rk, @weirdkev27 if you want to visit the cafe, feel free! :)

cozy cabin cafe quiz ☕

Tagged by @tumblerislovetumblerislife, @idliketobeatree, and @agentearthling- thank you 💜💜💜

No pressure tags: @dont-offend-the-bees, @thenyoumaykissthebride, @kieren-fucking-walker

[livingdead-thing]

Thanks for the tag!

Enjoy mine!

Tagging- @0zzysaurus @regicidalheart @beetlejuicefanatic-aka-randi @multimoqa @dezzyartz-mh1228 ,and anyone else who wants to!

fuck it these r going around

aaaa i‘m tagging!!!! @demolitionbros @cataclysmic-nightmare @meerlichtz @platonickit

[victorluvsalice]

*snork* Well, I appreciate your enthusiasm!

@victorluvsalice i swear i always think about this ship, it’s taken over my life XD

[victorluvsalice]

:D I'm glad you liked it so much! It was fun to work her into the verse -- poor kid's had a bit of a hard life, but she's in good hands with the trio now. And if you do write or draw something featuring them, I'd love to see it! :D You're welcome, and Merry Christmas! <3

Merry Christmas Marie!

@regicidalheart Your request was for your OC Madeline in the Valicer In The Dark verse, as a young teen out with her dog that the trio had to save from a mugging or the like -- and I was only too happy to comply! XD Here's my favorite crime trio learning all about the local version of Maddie and her doggo Scout -- hope you enjoy!

--

“...thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Alice replied simply, wiping the blood off her blade with a well-stained cloth. “Not like we could just pass by when we saw that wretch attempting to separate you from your purse.”

“Especially after he kicked your dog,” Victor added, scowling. “I hate people who do that.”

The girl – who looked creepily like a younger version of herself, Alice noted – smiled faintly at that, said abused pooch – a solid-looking brown dog with a pointy black snoot – sitting by her side and regarding them cautiously. “I, um, I got that impression after you blasted him into a nearby wall. I’m surprised he got back up after that. I thought for sure the Bell was going to ring.”

“Some people are just blessed with good healing and solid constitutions,” Alice said, examining her own miraculously-unscarred hand and recalling a fire that should have taken it from her. “Not always the ones you want to be, of course, but...”

“That’s up to nature and the gods,” Smiler picked up, favoring their rescuee with a grin. “But enough about that – I’m Smiler, and this is Alice and Victor! We’re the Three Pillars!” They offered their hand. “Who are you, and how are you doing? I hope that arse didn’t hurt you.”

“I’m Madeline – and no, he didn’t have the chance,” the girl said, taking their hand with a touch of trepidation. “Poor Scout’s the only one who got a boot to the side.”

The dog whined, almost on cue. “I see – poor Scout indeed,” Smiler agreed, keeling down and holding out their hand for Scout to sniff. “I’m not an animal doctor, but I do know a few things about bruises – and being kicked,” they added with a faint chuckle. “I could take a look at it for you.”

“Or, if you prefer, we could just walk you back home, then leave you in peace,” Victor added, with a small smile of his own.

Madeline winced, and Scout whined, rubbing his – Alice was pretty sure it was a “him,” anyway – head against her leg. “Uh – that – that would be kind of hard,” she muttered into her collar. “I don’t really have a home anymore.”

“What?” Alice tucked away both cleaning cloth and knife, folding her arms in concern. “Why not?”

“What happened?” Smiler asked, instantly on the alert for unhappiness to squash.

“My father...he...” Madeline sniffled, suddenly looking rather younger than the fifteen years Alice guessed her to be. “I’m – I’m devil-cursed, according to him. I keep hearing things nobody else does, or seeing things that aren’t there...it’s not like I want to, but I can’t make it stop, either! I’ve tried, but it never works! Every time, I slip up and answer a question nobody asked, or – or end up screaming over some Horror that doesn’t actually exist!” Scout licked her hand, and she rubbed the dog’s head. “Father paid all sorts of people to come look at me, but none of them could make it stop either. So he finally said that he wasn’t going to have a child that had a – a demon’s stink all over her and threw me and Scout out.” She let out a watery, humorless laugh. “If that mugger had gotten my purse, he would have been very disappointed. I don’t even have a Coin to my name.”

“Curiouser and curiouser – it seems that your good deed may have netted you a kindred spirit,” Cheshire commented, winding his way around Alice’s ankles.

I think it’s netted all of us one, Alice responded, glancing first at Victor and seeing the memories of a giant house that was never a home written all over his face, then at Smiler and the memories of their wretched bastard of a birth father all over theirs. Which means it’s a very good thing we came down this way. “Well then – I think it’s safe to say your father is a total arse,” she said aloud.

“Oh, definitely,” Smiler nodded, standing up. “You need a friend – and fortunately, I think we’re just the people for the job,” they added, trademark grin turning back on. “Why don’t you stick with us for a bit? We’d be happy to look after you and Scout.”

“We’d feel awful just letting you go off on your own,” Victor agreed. “Not if there was something we could do.”

“I...” Madeline made some faces. “I don’t know...I’m grateful for you getting rid of that mugger, but...”

“But you barely know us,” Alice filled in. “We’re not going to force you to do anything – we’d just like to see you somewhere safe if we can.”

“At least let us get you a proper hot meal,” Smiler wheedled. “We can take you over to the Golden Plum!”

Madeline’s eyes went wide. “The Golden Plum? Isn’t that place expensive?”

“Not when you’ve helped the head chef create one of the dishes of her dreams!” Smiler offered their arm. “Come on – just one meal, and we can work from there.”

“Please?” Victor said, clasping his hands before him.

Madeline squinted at them, then looked at her dog. “Scout?”

Scout circled around them and gave them all a thorough sniff – then barked once, tail wagging. Madeline smiled and took Smiler’s arm. “Okay then – but you have to tell me how you know the chef at the Golden Plum.”

“Sure – it’s a favorite story of mine,” Smiler beamed as the group moved off. “Okay, first off – have you heard of Dragon’s Bane fruit?”