#reverse 1999 charlie

[chiyophiiim]

two white haired magicians!

(ngl charlie's mouth is bothering me a lot IT SCARES ME)

[curestardust]

Reverse: 1999 Anecdotes - Season 1 - Event CGs

Charlie // Oliver Fog

[windblume-violet]

Reverse 1999 Ancedotes character arts: patches 1.4—1.5

[definesanity]

Mummers of Carelessness

Bkornblume hears a lot in the Suitcase.

When she first was brought there, she had quickly assessed those there, and came to a simple conclusion: Everyone has, at the very least, one mental health issue.

That girl from West Germany, Balloon Party, is excused for... ah, obvious reasons.

Bkornblume doesn't mean to listen in, but she has more than a few habits she has picked up over the course of her work. Listening to even the smallest noise is one of them.

Such as now; sitting down and reading a book that Miss 37 had lent her (whom she could also hear mumble to herself on different questions), and hearing as Lady Charlie Shakespeare paced back and forth.

"...Calm thyself, Charlie!" she heard Charlie whisper-shout to herself. "Art thou a do'er, or ist thee no less than a waiter?!"

She heard as she sighed, unknown to the one hearing her soliloquy. "Blast, these nerves of fragile glass o' mine! Hast I had mine way, I would have not the requirement to perform 'pon the stage, much less an audience! But, alas, Mistress Fate is cruel, indeed...

"But, I shall not take no quarter upon mineself for cowardice!" she rallied herself, taking confident strides. "Indeed, I very well shall strike it down, and toss it into the vast, deep sea! This act shall be my only act for the night, and I shall give it mine all!"

With that, Bkornblume tuned her voice out. Charlie was an interesting individual, and not only just because of her dual personas. She is an excellent conversation partner, and one who gives good advice.

The next person Bkornblume listened to was of one Lady Ada Tennant and one Judge Dikke. An interesting duo, to... say the least of what she truly thought of them.

"...You wound me, my fair lady." she heard Tennant say, in a tone of hurt.

"Thou art a tempter. I shan't be swayed by words made from a false hunigsmæc."

"'False hunigsmæc'? Quite the opposite, Judge Dikke." she heard Tennant smoothly reply. "My words are filled not with honey, but with only the finest of chocolates, meant to be savored throughout the conversation."

"Thou'rt indomitable in one's approach." she heard Dikke sigh. "...One shall admit that thee art a cunning sort."

"Naturally, my lady. Only for you."

Bkornblume tuned out, once more, and adjusted her scarf to cover her mouth. She was sitting on a bench in The Wilderness. Calm, and peaceful.

Which was broken by a yawn, and someone sitting next to her.

It was Miss An-An Lee, the ghost hunter. And she looked tired beyond belief.

She yawned again, and then noticed that Bkornblume was there. "Mm? Oh, hi... Bkornblume, right?"

"Mm." Bkornblume hummed. "And that makes you... An-An Lee, yes?"

"That's my name, yep yep!" she was quite the chirpy girl. "...So, uh. What'cha doing?"

"Listening. A habit I developed from my... line of work." Bkornblume adjusted her scarf to hide how warm her cheeks got. It always happens when she admits to listening, even if it's accidental...

Regardless, An-An Lee still gave a smile. "Well, I shouldn't be sayin' this, because I know I won't take my own advice, but... keep doing what you do best, 'kay? Just don't burn yourself out, heh."

An-An Lee got up and walked off, waving.

Bkornblume sat there.

Hm. Maybe she should take a break, actually...

[tekamuna2024]

[tootditoot]

“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves...”

- William Shakespeare, Julius Ceasar, Part I, Scene II

It is ides of March my dudes. I have just finished watching Shakespeare's Julius Caesar so I decided to doodle Charlie with a golden laurel wreath as a homage

On the topic of Shakespeare and somewhat related to Charlie's "The Master of Theatrics" event. Instead of relying on bravado and cunning wits, the dissolute prisoner Barnadine in "Measure for Measure" avoids his execution by simply refusing to be executed, saying he is far too drunk to die. Absolutely hilarious if you ask me

[strawberry-tom]

hc that charlie is weak and weak and weak haha; lil gal!!!

[yourdarlingness]

　(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)　The Angel had gifted these to all ｡

　Charlie chocolate milkshake with sprinkles

╭　reblog . like . & credit if using or saving

•　Chocolate - star-shaped　;　Sprinkes - pop-out

╰　requested by anon !　( . . )　╺╺╺╋

[titaniumions]

which design do you prefer more?

[n-14-o-15-i-9-r-18]

I've only started playing Reverse 1999 this week and I've been having so much fun! I'm still figuring out how gacha games work but so far I'm glad I got Bkornblume, Charlie, and Pavia.

[windblume-violet]

My favorite thing to do is go on the reverse 1999 discord and see people react to my unhinged pull paths + ...my unhinged attempts to make it work

"Yes, my P1 Charlie nearly did 200k damage, yes I'm very proud of her :D"

My meta supports are admittedly carrying her, but like. Who needs meta dps when I can fight an uphill battle in uttu everytime for fun? :DD

[smashet]

I'm Obsessed with Reverse 1999 right now, so here's some screenshots of every character I currently have in their tiny suitcase forms. There will be at least 1 more set of these, maybe more.

[definesanity]

On The Stage, Mine Voice Shall Reach Unto The Heavens Above

The suitcase was rarely silent.

If not the sound of experiments, explosives, or chatting, it was the sound of the outside.

In this case, it was raining, and Vertin sat on a chair, listening to the pitter-patter.

Chatting here, laughter there... and then, footsteps, approaching her.

Opening her eyes, Vertin saw it was Charlie. The granddaughter of William Shakespeare himself was a curious girl, and one who Vertin is glad to be friends with.

Charlie cleared her throat, and began speaking. "...'T-Twas on a m... moonlit... n-night, that mine f-f.. f... f-f-fee...l..."

She looked up at Vertin. Then, she became bright red in the face. "I-I'm sorry!"

And with that, she left, leaving Vertin confused.

Was she... reciting poetry...?

[ayavanni]

Reverse 1999 textposts part 2 (see rev1999 textpost tag for all parts)

[tootditoot]

An (extremely) rough sketch of Charlie so that she may bless my English studies 🙏

This drawing was also an excuse so I can segway into a fun fact >:))

"Women did not act on the Shakespearean stage; actresses did not perform until after the Restoration of King Charles II to the throne in 1660. Instead, boys played the roles of women until their voices changed. The first woman to act professionally in England was probably Margaret Hughes, who played the role of Desdemona in Othello in 1660."

Get fun fact'd on >:))