#(she is just agdgd)

[hearthtales]

Minor character ramble!! Larkspur, or Lark, is a member of the fae troop that stole away Bran. She takes pride in being the one who first found him and lured him. She is low-ranking but tenacious and as tricksy as any fae. When Maude and the others fled their original home, Lark tracked them. Nowadays, she lingers around the river bordering the outskirts of the Oak Haven grounds, testing Maude’s wards. She misses Bran like he’s a lost pet or a lost trinket.

#|༄| headcanons #|༄| oak haven #(lark’s not her true name!! just the one she lets people call her!!) #(she likes birds and pretty ribbons and nicknaming people!) #(she’s wild i like thinking abt her agdgd)

[theaterism]

Cerise

crimson coats your nails.

you struggled to pick between the polish called ‘poison apple’ and the one called ‘rouge fatale.’ you chose ‘rouge fatale’ in the end — a favorite of yours, a reliable eye-catcher in parties like this. a shimmering coat of translucent polish glossed atop the red makes it gleam with a freshness you adore.

you arrive late to your own party. fashionably late, of course. you glide into the ballroom and guests flock to you in moments, as expected. it’s all gasps and greetings and compliments about the party and the entertainment and oh, the tart is simply divine and oh, what a lovely dress, wherever did you get it? you recognize some guests and pretend to recognize others who greet you with bright familiarity. nearly every guest has invited themself; proper invitees are few and far between, carefully chosen by nathaniel.

you spot your husband amidst fellow businessman in sleek suits, conversing amongst each other. you’ve learned they’re always discussing business even when they’re not discussing business. champagne glass in hand, you sweep up behind him and press a chaste kiss to his cheek, which earns a fond hum and a sidelong smile from nathaniel. you flash a smile to his associates before slipping back into the crowd.

it doesn’t take long for you to join a group of tittering ‘friends’ who share your fondness for gossip. some evenings you start the conversation yourself; other evenings, someone beats you to sharing the first snippet of tantalizing hearsay. this time, you enter the conversation midway through. you catch onto the main subjects of interest quickly enough. hushed voices surround you, rumors tossed back and forth.

isn’t her dress dreadful?

have you heard about margaret?

mr. rosling’s such a gentleman, isn’t he?

you take another sip of champagne and hum, “oh, i wouldn’t say that.” everyone looks at you, eyes bright with hunger, awaiting your words with bated breath, and something within you purrs in delight. you’ve got them wrapped around your finger. feigning secrecy, you glance around, lean closer, whisper, “i heard… he had a tryst with his wife’s sister.”

gasps all around. several guests blurt agreement and begin weaving their own versions of the tale. your smile curls wider. you’ve no idea whether this story is true. you doubt it, since you invented it for a laugh.

this is all a game, after all. you know these people adore a scandal, no matter how adamantly they may deny it. they crave drama. something to interrupt the monotony. so, you sometimes fabricate the drama yourself. your fellow socialites will seize this rumor and spread it like wildfire, embellishing it along the way while you watch from the sidelines, and in their eagerness and excitement, they’ll forget you started it. no one would trace the rumor back to you, so any damage it caused mr. rosling wouldn’t harm you.

you have no personal grudge against the man. a scandal would simply be the most entertaining.

champagne warms your chest, light and fizzling, and softens the evening with a golden gauze. faces and voices blend together like paint across a canvas. music rises and falls, laughter lilts along with it. the glass doors remain open; partygoers drift in and out of the ballroom freely. a cool breeze drifts inside as well. you watch the fire-breather in the garden, the entertainment for this party, as he spits flame into the air. sparks flicker into the darkness like fireflies.

you lean back against a wall to catch your breath after an especially dizzying dance. the remnants of laughter tingle on your lips. you’ve already forgotten the joke and whether you actually found it funny.

as your gaze lingers on the crowd, your imagination runs wild and spins a daydream in which everyone finally snaps, in which instincts overpower etiquette and transform the party into a carnival of unbridled atrocity. champagne glasses shatter; knives once used to slice tarts turn into weapons. you imagine blood speckling your dress like tiny rubies. you’re prepared: your nail polish would match perfectly.

you often slip into such daydreams during parties. desire burns through your veins, insatiable hunger. something bristles beneath your skin, begging to burst free and tear everyone to shreds. most people infuriate you. you long to fracture their facades. you picture fear splashed vividly across their features.

restlessness claws at your throat. ignoring it, you tilt your head upward and gaze at the ceiling. glittering crystals drip from the chandelier. perhaps you could make it fall and crash upon the guests somehow. you imagine the chaos that would ensue. you aren’t tipsy enough to lose your wits altogether — you know such a tragic accident would likely dissuade people from attending future parties. your reputation comes first.

the beast in you twists bitterly.

“cerise,” says a familiar voice. you lower your gaze to see your husband smiling at you. lost in thought, you hadn’t sensed him approach. your mouth curves in a reflexive smile in return. nathaniel leans toward you, his breath warm against your ear, and murmurs, “daydreaming about the chandelier falling again?”

a laugh tumbles from your lips, and tension melts from your shoulders. “maybe,” you quip back. your fingers catch his tie and smooth it, your tone almost petulant. “wouldn’t it be fun? i think it’d be fun.”

“oh, certainly.”

“we could get a new chandelier afterward, an even lovelier one to make everyone forget what happened with the old one. i’m sure this one’s dusty anyway.”

he clicks his tongue. “quite true. but i’m afraid it might damage the floor, and i suspect the whole affair might be considered impolite as well.” the sympathy in his tone sounds so sincere that you can’t tell whether he’s merely playing along. you pout regardless, watch as his gaze drifts to the guests. “so,” he inquires, “what’s the talk of the evening?”

you sigh and swish the fizzling liquid in your glass. “oh, the usual, really. terrible fashion, poor manners, secret lovers.” you sip the champagne, then muse, “if you’re looking for someone desperate to make a deal, you may want to check with mr. rosling in a few days or so. i think i might’ve ruined his marriage.”

a chuckle escapes nathaniel. “i’ll keep that in mind. if he doesn’t reach out to me first, perhaps i’ll invite him to our next party, to give us a chance to talk.”

the music shifts its rhythm. like a true gentleman, he offers his arm to you and invites you to join him in a dance. a smile flits across your face. you accept his arm, red nails vivid against his suit sleeve, and allow him to lead you into the crowd. in your mind, you still picture crystals plummeting from the ceiling and shattering, skidding across the floor, coquettes and businessmen losing their composure instantly and shrieking in surprise. if nothing else broke them, surely terror and a chandelier would suffice.

#|☆| stories #|☽| cerise ( actress ) #(!!! i posted this the other day and then deleted it on accident!! YELLS) #(fortunately i had it saved elsewhere) #(but yes hello i wrote this at 2am bc something Possessed me agdgdg) #(i just adore writing cerise and i have been THINKING abt her lately) #(she’s wild!!) #(also idk why this demanded to be written in second person agdgd it just flowed better!!) #(ask to tag????) #(it’s a mess agdgdgdgdgdgdg)

[vellichorium]

little fae patron facts —

parsley.

terrible at hiding her emotions and sees no reason to hide her emotions, really. generally comes across as bubbly, chatty, and a bit ditzy.

self-centered, but nosy. will not hesitate to ask personal questions on a whim out of curiosity.

intensely afraid of silence (sedatephobia) and uncomfortable being alone for long periods. prefers company whenever possible. prefers parties whenever possible. she is easily bored and would attend revels nonstop if she could. tends to overindulge on drinks and treats.

adores magic tricks.

always playing some sort of game.

shiny things!!! flouncy things!!! pink things!!!

‘parsley’ itself is a symbol of joy and festivity.

has been to the u.s. bc she got stuck aboard a ship, specifically new york during the roaring '20s. she only stayed there for a short while, but she fell in love with the glitz and glamor. flappers also had a big influence on her fashion style.

#|༄| headcanons #|༄| patrons #|༄| patrons (parsley) #(hello i promise i’m trying to focus on drafts i’m just agdgd thinking abt her!!) #(she’s a Lot)

[pinevalley]

@magickedhat Wren vc: dude we still have like enough weeks to fix this -

“okay, yeah, true, but like— god, i can’t believe i didn’t qualify for the naughty list right off the bat, y’know, like where’d i go wrong—”

#magickedhat #|☽| cassie ( roadside smile ) #|↟| ic #(WOW I’M CRYING AGSGD) #(THE FACT WREN INSTANTLY OFFERED TO HELP FIX THINGS) #(cassie is just Devastated……) #(she appreciates their help tho like agdgd) #(‘okay we gotta make a Chaos List or something and do everything on it to beat the Nice List -’) #(kids… NO………)

[vellichorium]

OKAY now that i’ve posted info posts for all the major fae patrons, i can rank them. this is an excellent use of my time and i am not struggling to focus on Actually Writing whatsoever. <- lying

least to most dangerous: tòmag, devon, parsley, lonan, meriwether

least to most fun/party-loving: devon, tòmag, meriwether, lonan, parsley

youngest to oldest: parsley, tòmag, lonan, meriwether, devon

least to most chaotic: devon, tòmag, lonan, parsley, meriwether (meriwether and parsley are tied actually but they are chaotic in different ways; meriwether is more ‘i will turn u into leaves’ chaotic and parsley is more ‘i will play every game in existence’ chaotic)

#|༄| headcanons #|༄| patrons #(‘fun’ used very loosely bc their version of Fun can be wild agdgdg) #(they’ve all lived for a While bc Fae; even parsley has lived for a hundred years or so already) #(but she definitely Acts the youngest!) #(i’m sorry for rambling so much abt them agdgd they just live in my mind rent free) #(fae nonsense…….)

[vellichorium]

𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐮𝐦

𝐅𝐀𝐄 — “Parsley”

also goes by: lucille; pronouns: she/her

parsley, along with meriwether and tòmag, was part of the troop of fae who trapped hugh in the forest. she doesn’t contribute many oddities to the filigrees’ collection aside from the occasional bauble, button, or shiny stone (which she mainly donates to fit in with her fellow patrons). she enjoys their deal for the sheer fun of it, especially the parties. bubbly and chatty, parsley struggles to sit still for long periods (“long” ranging from ten minutes to ten seconds depending on her mood). she is impulsive and always seeking entertainment. a follower, not a leader, she will go along with any plan that amuses her. she enjoys interacting with humans, but humans don’t always enjoy interacting with her, as she sometimes forgets how breakable they can be.

picr.ew sources: (1) (2)

#|༄| headcanons #|༄| patrons #|༄| patrons (parsley) #(hellooo my mind has been stuck on the patrons lately so i offer u another!!) #(she’s like five feet tall and a bundle of chaos) #(i appreciate her agdgd) #(definitely the easiest to trick when it comes to the fae patrons tbh) #(whereas meriwether is much trickier to trick and essentially holds a leadership position among the fae patrons) #(parsley is just there to have fun!!)

[vellichorium]

what is your duality?

PARSLEY: bandmates with firecracker chemistry

you are like shooting stars. you are misguided and magnetic and drawn to your loves without hesitation. something about you gulps down anything it finds. and you're fun, and you stick your tongue out to anyone, and we love you for it with kisses and pulls of the hair. you will be remembered in fascination and jealousy. you are unforgettable.

#|༄| tag games #|༄| patrons (parsley) #(!! yeah!!!!) #(she’s one of my favorite patrons agdgd i just appreciate her a bunch!!) #(chaotic……)

[theaterism]

needless to say olive has made the florist promise several times that they’re attempting no trickery whatsoever whenever they offer her food

#|☆| ooc #(the florist Gets It and they find it more amusing than anything but that doesn’t stop them from acting offended each time agdgdg) #(bc hello!! refusing is rude!!) #(olive is just Tired…..) #(she only knows abt the florist’s past antics bc the florist couldn’t resist telling tales abt it agdgd)

[theaterism]

“… i’ll make sure this halloween is better. i’ll… come up with party ideas, and take care of decorations and candy and everything. it’ll be okay.”

#|☆| open #|☽| charlie ( nice rabbit ) #|☆| ic #(hi she’s just agdgd) #(already worrying bc last halloween was aaaa!!) #(i’m not home yet but i do have a little more free time today!) #(working on askbox things and drafts slowly as well <3)

[theaterism]

i think olive is like,, physically incapable of relaxing

#|☆| headcanons #|☽| olive ( assistant ) #(she is just agdgd) #(almost constantly working or thinking about working!!) #(and it is not healthy!!) #(but she literally can’t fathom taking a break and i’m just…. yelling………..) #(she also takes everything Very Seriously) #(she gets so many headaches agdgd)

[theaterism]

slams my hands gently on the counter. thread where fox talks abt his orientation when

#|☆| ooc #(LISTEN……….) #(he’s uncertain abt discussing this part of himself but i do think it would be very interesting) #(charlie is the only one he has Somewhat spoken to abt it and she didn’t rlly give him a choice in the matter agdgd) #(i just think it would be nice if he could Talk abt it bc it’s taken him a very long time to figure himself out in terms of this!) #(and he still doesn’t quite know how to wrap his mind around it!) #(and just…. i love Significant Conversation threads okay they’re very good agsgs) #(fox dodges talking seriously abt himself in general and typically nudges the topic away from himself) #(so i appreciate any thread where he Does talk abt himself a bit more!) #(character dev…….)

[hearthtales]

49 and 57 for Nettie~

character building questions - accepting

49. Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

Usually no — she’ll push the food around and around on her plate until she manages to escape. If she must eat it, she’s terrible at hiding that she finds it gross (even though she really does try to be polite).

57. What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

Hmmm… probably tying her shoe-laces. She often does one too many loops when tying knots (in her excitement to go outside, she miscounts).

#thesundowncrew #(she’s just babie agdgd) #|༄| inbox #|༄| headcanons #|✧| nettie

[theaterism]

At this point, it's only customary for the triplets' presents to simply appear on their bedsheets. They are wrapped securely and carefully, but other than that, they are not meant to be hidden.

Victor's present is a little box, wrapped in cat paw paper. Inside is... the familiar shape of three tiny pumpkins. The gifter muse think they are being funny. In the middle of the pumpkin-circle, either a decoration or a summoning ritual, is a small, blue-yellow toy camera. From its size to the colours, it's evident the item was made for toddlers. It can hold a reasonable number of tiny photographs anyway. With this, the gifter definitely thought themself a comedian.

Charlie's gift is flat but cute, the paper printed blue with clouds and suns. Once unwrapped, the receiver would find a variety of embroidered fabric patches. There were several flower patches, as well as a rabbit and a butterfly, and a star in pink, purple and blue. Buried alongside the patches were several paperclips decorated with funny wooden animals. It was almost as if the gifter had plucked them out of their respective boxes as they went without looking back (or towards the cashier).

Finally, Foxtrot's gift was wrapped in midnight blue and snowflakes, though even flatter than Charlie's. The gift itself was folded paper. The top side read, "Text me as you go."

Once spread out, the receiver would find himself looking at a map, whose careful inks and familiar architecture would lead anyone to identify it as the inside of the Twilight Theater. At least, it was the rooms and halls known to the duo, particularly the ones that stayed where they'd found them and were not as securely locked.

Of course, as with any treasure map, most rooms bore gifts.

Several of them were spread out in the auditorium. The map gave hints for how to reach each one in the shape of doodles and exclamation points, so they would eventually lead the land pirate to finding an overly fluffy fox keychain, a pin of a menacing-looking goat man, another pin of a booing ghost where their sleeping bags had once been, and a bag of caramel popcorn bearing a glittery star sticker.

One of the rooms required experience in lockpicking. The items was hidden well, but the hints were just as helpful---it was hidden inside a potted plant, a tiny shopping cart meant for storage. What sort of storage would be tiny enough to fit was up to the receiver.

Finally, in the break room, there was something tucked beneath a plate. The map would not specify which, and the doodles were certainly not in par with Charlie's, so it required more luck than skill to find the slip of paper under the heap of freshly-baked christmas cookies. It was... a coupon. An apple cider coupon. The entire thing was obviously handmade, with clipped pieces of actual café menus slapped beside Wren's spacy handwriting. The location read "theater kitchen". It bore the same marking as all other gifts on the map, despite not having been drawn on the map itself.

And, predictably, Wren occupied the kitchen themself, two steaming mugs of apple cider on the kitchen counter.

They were sat on the table when he came in, phone in hand and legs swaying. The grin they wore when they saw his face was as warm as their homemade drinks. "There he is. How'd you find the present hunt, hm? Birthday boy?"

Victor discovered his gift first. A smile tugged at his lips at the paw-print wrapping paper, though he couldn’t stifle a weary sigh when he uncovered the pumpkins. And… a tiny camera? In distinctly toddler-like colors. Victor hummed and took an experimental picture of Juliet as she bapped a pumpkin with her paw. The camera worked. True, it radiated mischief, yet he appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

He left his siblings’ presents untouched for them to find later, not wanting to spoil the surprise.

Charlie’s eyes widened when she saw the present on her bedsheets. Just like last year. She resisted her eagerness to tear it open and unfolded the wrapping carefully instead, intending to preserve some of the cute paper. Perhaps for a scrapbooking project.

The actual contents of the gift delighted her even more. She traced her fingers over the embroidered patches, beaming as she admired their shapes and the meaning behind their colors, already imagining the clothing she might adorn with them. Amusement glimmered in her eyes at the paperclips as well. Her mind brimmed with ideas for where to use them.

She considered hiding Foxtrot’s gift or peeking inside it somehow, curious about its flatness. In the end, she abandoned it in favor of hurrying down the stairs to show off her patches to other theater workers.

Foxtrot spotted his present last, though he guessed its gifter in a heartbeat and grinned at the thought of them sneaking it onto his bed. But what was the oddly-shaped gift? He removed the lovely wrapping to reveal the paper within, and excitement sparked within him as he unfolded it. A treasure map. A treasure map of the theater, to be precise, its lines tracing familiar rooms and halls inside the building. The rooms and halls he’d explored with Wren.

Text me as you go, Wren had requested. And Foxtrot did, a message following each discovery:

‘a fox! must be warm with so much fluff’

‘goatman’s real but much tinier than i expected’

‘a ghost as well! the theater IS hauntsd’

‘what do you call popcorn in a play?’

‘propcorn’

A longer pause to allow time to focus on lockpocking. After the entry and subsequent search:

‘ah my fox army can use this shopping cart in battle’

And finally, when luck favored him and he uncovered the slip of paper beneath the plate of cookies:

‘can i save this coupon after using it? it’s the best ive ever gotten’

This last text conveyed more sincerity, Foxtrot’s appreciation for the treasure hunt shining through his jests. Each inside joke reminded him of their many adventures and misadventures. He recognized the thought and effort Wren had put into all these gifts, and warm gratitude bloomed in his chest.

When he entered the kitchen at last and saw Wren waiting for him, he beamed at them. He’d begun the hunt as soon as he found the first clue, forgetting to bring a bag or a jacket with pockets, so he carried the gifts in his arms. Bits of his sweater peeked through the jumbled items — a pattern of foxes in Christmas hues chased each other across the knitted material. It looked a bit silly. A lost bet with Charlie had doomed him to wear it the whole day.

A question. The present hunt was wonderful. “You’re wonderful,” tumbled from his lips first instead, just as sincere. “It was all wonderful, really.” A flush still burned his cheeks from the ‘birthday boy’ comment, yet Foxtrot couldn’t shake his smile. It had been a marvelous birthday quest — especially upon seeing the steaming mugs on the counter and finding Wren themself, his favorite fellow land pirate and the true treasure at the end of the search. “Sorry if I kept you waiting long. Slowing down in my old age and all.”

#magickedhat #(!!!! HELLO???? THIS WAS ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE AND I LOVED READING IT) #(the triplets adored their gifts as well!!!!!) #(i cried at the pumpkins and camera agdgd oh my GOD) #(the mischief……..) #(charlie loved the patches and paperclips!! they were so pretty and she is so eager to use them aaaa) #(losing my mind at the fact wren just Stole Them tho oh my god-) #(AND THE TREASURE HUNT WAS AMAZING) #(fox had SUCH a blast searching and texting wren along the way!!! he Melted when he finally saw them in the kitchen as well agdgd) #(he appreciates them and their treasure hunt so much!!!) #(THANK U FOR THIS!!! MY HEART IS SO WARM……….) #(also no pressure to reply of course bc god it got so long AGDGDGD) #|☆| inbox #|☽| victor ( gentle bear ) #|☽| charlie ( nice rabbit ) #|☽| foxtrot ( clever fox ) #|☆| ic #|☆| to the stars || fox & wren #long post // #|☆| save #(!! i HAVE to put this under the save tag-)

[theaterism]

🌙  -  for a confession made in the dark. (!! ok but like this sounds like a Vela Aesthetic™ but i know it's a little out there so only if u want to!!)

confessions - accepting

Let’s talk for a bit, alright? Vela had hummed, in a tone that left no room for argument. She led Wren to a large room deep backstage, shrouded in darkness aside from faint pinpricks of light on the ceiling.

Once they’d stepped inside, Vela spoke in words as soft as the tread of cats slinking through the forest at night. “I know you and Foxtrot have been skipping work.” Stated as a gentle fact, not an accusation. Vela couldn’t imagine this confession came as much of a surprise. She had let the matter slide for quite a while. This meeting was rather overdue.

Warm light bloomed atop a desk as she turned on a lamp. Countless books filled shelves that stretched up to a star-speckled ceiling much like the one in the main auditorium. More stars — golden, palm-sized, and diamond-like — hung from the ceiling alongside spherical planets of silvery metal. Vela traced their fingers along a wall, and the golden stars began to glow, shedding more light over the room.

Vela turned toward Wren with a faint smile on her face. “Would it be alright if we discussed that now?”

#magickedhat #(!! hi so like agdgdg thank u for your patience with this!! no rush or pressure to reply!!) #(i just got a sudden burst of inspiration for it aaa) #(it is 100% a Vela Aesthetic (tm); you’re so right!!) #(this is the theater’s library! vela has an office too but she thinks the library is more chill so agdgd) #(but yes…. an Employee Meeting (tm)……….) #|☆| inbox #|​☽| vela ( stargazer ) #|☆| ic

[hearthtales]

!! sometimes i remember nettie’s whole situation and just. cry a little agdgd she is just a small child who suddenly got stuck with a strong curse she didn’t fully understand, that made her parents forget she existed and lose the ability to perceive her. and her older brother didn’t mean to get her cursed, but when he could have taken her side after it happened, he chose to feign ignorance instead and pretended he couldn’t see her either. i just agdgdgdgdgd

#|༄| headcanons #|✧| nettie #(she is just babie!!!!!) #(genuinely she appreciates bran so much because he is actually a good older brother figure to her aaaaaaa) #(tbh she appreciates anyone who pays attention to her and acknowledges her existence and i just agdgdgd) #(cries……………..)

[theaterism]

1, 25, 33, 37

mun questions - accepting

1. what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

answered here! <3

25. fave season and why?

oh definitely autumn, like!! i love the colors and the smells and aaa, it’s just very comforting to me. i also love the vibe of halloween! and i adore hot apple cider with cinnamon, it’s Good. i rewatch ov.er the gar.den wall each fall as well bc i love that show.

33. any hobbies?

aside from roleplaying and writing in general, i like reading and watching video game playthroughs on youtube! i also crochet sometimes, and i listen to podcasts a bunch (usually while on walks!)

37. share a secret

agdgd when i was a small child, i got rlly envious of like,,, this pretty rock a friend of mine owned?? so one time, at a sleepover with her, i had a Villain Moment and slipped it in my bag when she wasn’t looking with the intention of Stealing It, but within half an hour i felt so guilty that i ended up returning it to its shelf before she even realized it was gone.

#anonymous #(thank u for these! <3) #(i still feel guilty abt that last one agsgd) #|☆| inbox #|☆| ooc