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Ah...i did rp with you for a while and i just found one of our rps and found that i still hadnt responded.. i feel kinda embarrassed now and just wantwd to say sorry.. idk if you still wanna rp or not

[[It’s fine, I get that this stuff happens. I’ve moved Adalind to a multimuse blog @concealedconglomerate, but if you want to respond to the roleplay then I should see it in my activity for this blog and respond on the one I’m using now. I’m always up to continue if you want to, though.]]

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100 Days of Headcanons: Day 100

Time

Time has lost most of its relevance to Adalind. To put it bluntly, she doesn’t care about how it passes.

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100 Days of Headcanons: Day 99

Storm

Adalind enjoys storms. Not even just sitting inside and listening as it rages on outside; she’ll literally go out into the storm without a single care.

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100 Days of Headcanons: Day 98

Face

Adalind has been told that her usual facial expression makes her look a bit arrogant. She disagrees, but she’s one of very few.

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100 Days of Headcanons: Day 97

Handwriting

I’ve very heavily implied it in a previous headcanon, but Adalind’s handwriting is atrocious. No matter what writing system she uses, it barely looks like words.

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100 Days of Headcanons: Day 96

Seasons

Adalind could go years without noticing the passage of time. Seasons are mostly irrelevant to her, though she usually isn’t fond of summer.

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Oh look, an OOC announcement

[[So the mun did this thing where they shifted all of their fandomless muses to a multimuse blog. It was bound to happen already, since they’ve also done this with fandom muses (that’s a different blog). The new URL is concealedconglomerate.tumblr.com. All active roleplay threads will continue as usual, but on that blog instead of this one.]]

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Adalind was half-tempted to make some comment about how she would be highly unlikely to be a pervert, being ace and everything. She decided not to, since she probably meant some other meaning of the word. She still didn’t plan to burn any books or steal any teeth.

“I’m not here to protect my reputation. Allow them to assume whatever they want and I’ll stick with my books. Shamelessly,” she said firmly, and resumed reading.

"I've detached the handles of all your mugs. They were on the wrong side." - old-as-eternity

Could Adalind move into one house and not have it be haunted by someone? No, wait…this was different. This voice speaking so closely to her ear could, if she was to be believed, interact more freely with solid objects than most of the dead she encountered. Maybe not quite a poltergeist though, since she obviously maintained her capacity for language. And had a nice voice. That was beside the point.

“Alright. That sounds unnecessary, but alright,” she said with a shrug, not actually minding the presence itself much. Stranger things had happened before. “Make sure you reattach them at some point, preferably on the side.”

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100 Days of Headcanons: Day 95

Voice

It’s sometimes clear from Adalind’s voice that she used to be a military leader. While she does prefer to keep a more refined tone, she’s more than capable of sounding like she’s barking out orders while barely having to raise her voice at all. She does a fair enough job of taking on the accent of wherever she is, although when she has enough to drink she’ll slip back into her old, proto-Germanic accent.

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“In case you haven’t noticed from all of the centuries you’ve apparently spent living in my home, I don’t typically burn books or steal teeth.” Adalind could still see movement out of the corner of her eye, but couldn’t feel the fingers on her arm and said nothing about it. “But I'll keep you informed once I have it set up.”

She attempted to focus on the book in her hands, but this conversation was pretty distracting. It wasn’t every day she spoke with an unfamiliar sort of being.

"I've detached the handles of all your mugs. They were on the wrong side." - old-as-eternity

Could Adalind move into one house and not have it be haunted by someone? No, wait…this was different. This voice speaking so closely to her ear could, if she was to be believed, interact more freely with solid objects than most of the dead she encountered. Maybe not quite a poltergeist though, since she obviously maintained her capacity for language. And had a nice voice. That was beside the point.

“Alright. That sounds unnecessary, but alright,” she said with a shrug, not actually minding the presence itself much. Stranger things had happened before. “Make sure you reattach them at some point, preferably on the side.”

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100 Days of Headcanons: Day 94

Scent

Adalind typically just smells like a clean human, with a trace of whatever sort of shampoo or soap she uses. It’s often coconut, since she enjoys that particular scent.

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⚔:Would your muse kill if they had to in order to protect a loved one?

Yeah, why not? This is the mun answering because Adalind is currently laughing too hard. Ada, stop.

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Morality Meme

⚖: Has your muse broken the law before? Broken a vow or promise?

⚔: Would your muse kill if they had to in order to protect a loved one?

🌟: Do they consider themselves a good person?

👑: Is your muse honorable?

☯: What do they think of 'good' and 'evil'?

🌹: When would they tell a lie?

🍷: Would they manipulate someone to get what they want?

⛨: What would they sacrifice their life for?

💋: How easily are they tempted?

☽: What is their alignment?

⚠: Would they seek revenge against someone who's harmed them or the people they care about?

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And here Adalind had thought she could catch a rest now that she had finished moving in. “I don’t have a jar of ash,” she stated. Then again, this was one of the more unusual towns she had lived in. “Or I shouldn’t. I don’t intentionally keep one around...”

Never mind that. It didn’t matter. “Anyway, setting up WiFi wasn’t one of my highest priorities. Do you want the password once I get it done?” After all, the Faceless Old Woman was technically a guest, albeit an uninvited one.

"I've detached the handles of all your mugs. They were on the wrong side." - old-as-eternity

Could Adalind move into one house and not have it be haunted by someone? No, wait…this was different. This voice speaking so closely to her ear could, if she was to be believed, interact more freely with solid objects than most of the dead she encountered. Maybe not quite a poltergeist though, since she obviously maintained her capacity for language. And had a nice voice. That was beside the point.

“Alright. That sounds unnecessary, but alright,” she said with a shrug, not actually minding the presence itself much. Stranger things had happened before. “Make sure you reattach them at some point, preferably on the side.”

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100 Days of Headcanons: Day 93

Waiting

As far as Adalind sees it, she could have all the time in the world to wait. Yet she sees no point in doing so when she could be taking action.

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Adalind went silent for a moment. Yes, she sometimes forgot exactly how old she was. She’d be the first to admit to that. But that was beside the point. Where she lived now, many people forgot their age, even those younger than she was.

“Home is such a relative term. So are ‘house’ and ‘place of residence’, honestly,” she pointed out before shaking her head. “Anyway, if you’ve been secretly living in my home for so long, is there a particular reason you’re just now making yourself known?”

"I've detached the handles of all your mugs. They were on the wrong side." - old-as-eternity

Could Adalind move into one house and not have it be haunted by someone? No, wait…this was different. This voice speaking so closely to her ear could, if she was to be believed, interact more freely with solid objects than most of the dead she encountered. Maybe not quite a poltergeist though, since she obviously maintained her capacity for language. And had a nice voice. That was beside the point.

“Alright. That sounds unnecessary, but alright,” she said with a shrug, not actually minding the presence itself much. Stranger things had happened before. “Make sure you reattach them at some point, preferably on the side.”

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100 Days of Headcanons: Day 92

Comfort

Adalind doesn’t need to live in comfort, let alone luxury, but she loves to do so when she can.