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Ngl, in terms of headcanons I live for slightly eldritch! Lena. Something about her concept and backstory just lends itself very well to that kind of idea.

#i mean #she's a sentient shadow #whose physical form is powered by an ancient talisman #and she has access to all sorts of powerful magic! #not to mention all the body horror #relevant #ooc

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Hi!

Some of you have already been in the first round–but to make it brief:  this account is a semi-automated question generator that asks random blogs random questions about their muses!

The point is:  reblog this post to get yourself added onto the list, to show me that you’re ok with receiving questions, and to get even more people aware of the process.  I’ll still seek out blogs on my own, but you can do this to expedite the process!

Multimuses, in the tags, you can list the muses you want questions directed to in the following format:  (muse1-muse2-muse3) and so on and so forth.  If not, it just won’t be directed to anyone!

Thanks and happy developing!

(In which I realize you can’t put commas in tags.)

#neat! #ooc

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Best friend! Rebel! Poet! Is there anything Lena can’t do?

#lena's orgins are wild y'all #relevant #(visage.) #ooc

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#don't mind me #just crying over my girl #ooc

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indie rp blog for lena de spell. loved by clara.

RULES.                             BIO.

#reblogging because I am back! #ooc #self promo

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Lena, how are your studies with Sunset going? ('Sunset's Isekai' on FiMfiction)

The shadow child blinks, then turns to look behind her, as if expecting another Lena to be there.

“Got no idea what you’re taking about, anon,” she says.

#lol why is THIS the first thing I post upon my return #(playing by her own rules- crack.) #and yes #I am vaguely aware of sunset's isekai #so I know the context sorta #ic

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Yo, me? Back on this blog? Imagine....

#ive been gone for a while #because i've been dealing with a lot of stuff #and running multiple blogs is hard for me #but i still live #so don't worry #ooc

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Ugh, I’m sorry y’all. I haven’t been posting lately due to stress- and full disclosure: today I had a bad anxiety attack, and I’ve just been resting since. The good news is my muse is pretty high right now, and I intend to post a whole bunch of threads tomorrow!

#ooc

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Sorry I’ve been kinda inactive! My new semester at uni just started, and I’ve kind of been getting my bearings.

#ooc

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She felt something hit her leg before she could be bothered to look up. Apparently someone thought it would be funny to throw stuff at her- fantastic.

She wanted to ignore the intrusion completely, but there was always a chance she was about to be mugged, or even jumped. Not wanting to add to the list of things that sucked about her current situation, she raised her head and opened one weary eye to stare... down? at the offender. 

Well, at the very least, getting mugged seemed a bit out of the question now.

Ignoring the all-too-familiar push her aunt was giving her to get up and move, she slid down the wall until she was sitting up against it. After a moment of silence, during which she watched them get close to her, she looked away. 

She wanted to say something scathing, something that would get them to back off and leave her to suffer in peace- but somehow she didn’t have the energy. Instead, she just let out a half-hearted sigh.

“What are you doing?”

@little-hero-dale

It was late out, but Lena was in no real rush to go home. 

She was slumped up against a wall, ignoring the incessant, furious whispering in her ear. She really, really didn’t want to keep moving, but she knew she would have to go back to the ampitheatre sooner or later- and that meant plenty of time to get an earful from her aunt about lollygagging when they had an important revenge plot to enact.

At that moment it was dark and more than a little cold outside, but did she care? Not really. Anything was better than a lengthy lecture from a certain shadow.

#little-hero-dale

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bloodied knuckles  ･ tear stained cheeks  ･  rust  ･  a busted lip  ･  claws  ･  fangs ･  a bloody nose ･  chattering teeth  ･  a dark space underneath the bed  ･  scratching noises on a wall  ･  creaking metal ･  fog ･  dancing under moonlight ･  blood dripping lips  ･  heavy breathing in the dark  ･  a feeling of unexplained dread ･ a figure in a dark corner ･   dirty, peeling wallpaper ･ a bloody handprint on the wall  ･  sobbing in the dark ･  bite marks on the skin  ･ eerie whispers ･  a hood covering a stranger’s eyes ･  the growl of a hidden animal ･  the sound of a blade being sharpened  ･  a deep, dark forest ･ walking on the streets alone at night ･  a cobweb-filled, abandoned building ･  eyes darting in paranoia ･ a heavy beating pulse  ･ the feeling of being trapped ･  struggling to get out a scream ･  boards covering broken windows  ･  a quiet graveyard  ･  a gas station in the middle of nowhere  ･  a road that never ends  ･  heavy fog rolling in  ･  the scent of blood in the air ･  eerie old photographs ･ walking along train tracks at night ･ a chill going up the spine ･  gathering crows  ･  a dusty, dimly lit study  ･  mist over a deserted cobblestone street  ･ ghost towns  ･  shadows around a campfire  ･  the sound of chanting  ･ church bells tolling  ･  an orange harvest moon  ･  a broken down carnival  ･  a dirty stuffed animal abandoned  ･  wiping bloody hands on fabric  ･  nightmares ･  waking up in a panic ･  a power outage  ･  heavy lightning storms  ･  a secret trap door  ･ the feeling of being watched  ･ fear from trauma ･  a ouija board set out on a table  ･  an eerie doll  ･ a scream of anguish & pain  ･  withered plants  ･  a room that’s been forgotten & gathered dust ･  owl eyes in the dark  ･  curled, dead tree branches  ･ a ritual altar  ･ flickering candles ･  a lantern held up in the dark ･ fear of being followed ･  creaking floorboards ･ repressed, horrible memories ･ clenched teeth ･  soft, echoing piano keys  ･  an old book covered in dust ･ many pairs of glaring eyes  ･ stumbling in pitch black darkness ･ being stranded in the middle of nowhere ･  tarot cards on a table  ･  a trail of blood

tagged by:      no one tagging:   whoever

#relevant

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I love you more than the world can contain in its lonely and ramshackle head

there’s only a shadow of me, 

in a manner of speaking I’m dead

#musings #source: sufjan stevens #post-shadow war vibes!!!

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“Yeah, I’ll bet.” At the moment she was caught somewhere between amusement and confusion at the whole situation, and so had just decided to roll with it.

She watched them get up, stepping back just a bit in case they were keen on a little more personal space. She was secretly kind of glad when they introduced themselves first- she did not consider ice-breaking to be one of her specialties.

“Hmm. I take it you’ve got some kind of aesthetic going on?” She waggled her fingers vaguely in the other’s direction. “I can appreciate that.” 

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Lena wasn’t entirely sure why the universe felt the need to constantly outdo itself with the weirdness it liked to throw at her, but considering her background and current family situation, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Still, she had found herself taken aback when they had slammed into the pavement a few feet away. 

“Right now? You’re on Earth. Welcome, I guess.”

Not the best way to handle a first meeting, but in her defense, this wasn’t exactly what she had been expecting out of today. Demons? Sure. Aliens from other dimensions? Not so much.

Okay, other planet was officially ruled out, other dimension seemed more like it now. Just have to get used to being the odd one out in an alternate Earth full of talking ducks… Just think of them like Pik and Hilla, or that talking Raccoon Coach used to talk about when he was with the Guardians…

Guess for now, Andi simply had to play the role of the alien.

“I’ve had better landings…” Andi got to her feet, she was only slightly taller than the duck-girl, maybe that was just because of her costume’s platform boots. “Call me Mania.”

#symbioteburnout #(into the light- main verse.)

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A Nightmare On Killmotor Hill destroys me every time I watch it, and I desperately need the writers to give Lena a break in season 3.

#my art #(visage.) #ducktales 2017 #a nightmare on killmotor hill #lena de spell

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Uwu Lena and Gosalyn interacting or / Webby and reboot gyro? You dont have to of course

this was especially fun!

#i cannot WAIT for gosalyn #s3 is gonna be amazing #not my art #(visage.)

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A few Lena headcanons to start the new year!

-She reacts quite badly to the sight of blood- especially with larger injuries. This is mostly because she technically has no blood of her own, and has no way to internally normalize what amount of blood loss is dangerous. When someone around her is injured, all she sees is bleeding- which she knows to be very not good.

-She’s a proficient shoplifter, since she had next to no money for the majority of her life, and Magica definitely wasn’t going to tell her not to steal. Taking things was always more out of necessity than any actual enjoyment, though, and after being adopted this habit was dropped pretty much entirely. 

-While still in Magica’s servitude, she never felt the need to preen/comb her feathers (since she had no one to look nice for, and her aunt certainly didn’t care whether she was ‘presentable’ or not.) For the entirety of season 1, then, those feathers stayed considerably untidy looking; although you’d better believe Webby tried to comb everything out for her at least once.

#headcanons. #ducktales 2017

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@little-hero-dale

It was late out, but Lena was in no real rush to go home. 

She was slumped up against a wall, ignoring the incessant, furious whispering in her ear. She really, really didn’t want to keep moving, but she knew she would have to go back to the ampitheatre sooner or later- and that meant plenty of time to get an earful from her aunt about lollygagging when they had an important revenge plot to enact.

At that moment it was dark and more than a little cold outside, but did she care? Not really. Anything was better than a lengthy lecture from a certain shadow.

#little-hero-dale #(under despell- verse.) #sorry to hit you w that ANGST #but you know how it goes #also happy new year!