#Victoria Gossamer

[feral-ballad]

Victoria Chang, from Barbie Chang; “Dear P.”

[Text ID: “how terribly I want to inhabit / your face / to dive into its cells to fold into / your / gossamer skin how terribly I / want to be the / side upon which you depend the / part that / is only used to hold you up if / you’d kiss me”]

#victoria chang #love #longing #desire #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #fragments #selections #words #quotes #poetry collection #typography

[shadesofdeviant]

WIP Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @celestialcrowley This is so exciting!

If you’re tagged, make a new post and share one to two sentences from your most recent unposted WIP(s) with zero context. Let your followers guess!

I took a look at the one to two sentences criteria and promptly threw it out the window I have no chill I apologise.

Although if he was honest with himself, Crowley really shouldn’t have bothered getting the bottle, having barely managed to stomach more than a single glass so far. The heat that usually coated his throat and settled in his stomach like the warm rejuvenating comfort of hellfire, instead burnt and boiled like the acidic sharp pain of holy water.

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Her already tiny waist is cinched in by what he assumes is built in corsetry, and allows her preferred smaller chest and naturally fluid hips to draw the eyes to what most would often overlook. To complete the look, Crowley has a gossamer thin tulle floor-length cape draped over her, the shoulders broad and emboldened by the same lace and beading that covers her dress’ bodice, her long russet curls held secure at her nape but otherwise left to cascade neatly down her back, sunglasses swapped for smaller, more current-societally acceptable ones.

She looks…regal. Dangerously, powerfully regal.

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“Oh!” Maggie gasps, leaning back in her seat in surprise as Crowley’s hair suddenly grows under her fingers, the locks stretching out into thick, mid-back length loose curls that tumble over her knees like liquid fire.

“Do me a favour would you?” Crowley hums as he shakes his head, trying to get used to the extra weight once again. “I haven’t had decent braids since the crucifixion. I tried when Queen Victoria made them popular again but they involved too many pins and headpieces, it was like being a walking pincushion.”

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No pressure tags: @jeysbvck, @sollunaastra, @noxsoulmate, @bonheur-cafe, @lightningboltreader, @greenchrysanthemum20, @rxsterek, and anyone else who writes fics and wants to take part.

#rinwrites #Tag Game #Good Omens #Aziraphale #Crowley #Ineffable Husbands #Ineffable Spouses #Aziracrow #WIP Tag Game

[fountainpenguin]

"It lives in a world where feelings cannot be defined by words. Oh, set me free from my jealousy..."

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New Factor It In chapter today!

Chapter 2 - “Tree Diagram”

Read on FFN || Read on AO3

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It's WordGirl and Huggy vs. the mind-controlled Kid Math and an army of Tobey's robots downtown... Meanwhile, Victor and Victoria watch from a safe distance. Wow. Being a superhero sure seems like it would be the best...

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

Tree Diagram

.:: January 3rd - Saturday ::.

"All that is possible can be made probable once plans have been prepared."

(Ancient Hexagon proverb)

➕ ➖ ✖️ ➗

Psst! Look for the words civilian and resilient

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Where we left off, WordGirl and Captain Huggyface were in the midst of a grueling fight against Tobey's robots and a mind-controlled Kid Math, courtesy of Mr. Big…

Even gentle snowflakes can feel like spikes of hail when you hurtle through them at Mach 4. They lash her cheeks and bite her eyelids. WordGirl plows through them anyway, one hand up to block at least one of her cheeks. It helps. A little. She's resilient either way.

She veers up from her comet-like charge and floats like a sparking star in the empty space. She plants herself in front of both Mr. Big and Tobey. Her whiplash arrival makes the former flail his arms in shock and the latter cry her name. WordGirl shakes her head, ignoring both, and floats a little closer to the man on the taller building.

"All right, Mr. Big! We can either do this the 'cheap and easy' way, or the 'hard and insurance paperwork' way. Now, stop mind controlling my friend and leave this city alone!"

Mr. Big takes one look at her and jabs a finger at the remote in his hand. Behind him, a bespectacled superhero kid bursts skyward with the husk of a giant robot lifted above his head. He's wearing cyan blue. White gloves. White boots. A yellow belt wraps around his waist, fastening with a hexagon buckle at his stomach. A single green light on that buckle blinks on and off.

The robot groans, flailing its limbs. One foot narrowly misses Tobey on the bakery's three-tiered roof. Its smacking hand almost whacks Mr. Big clean off the ambiguous building. Huggy shrieks, squeezing her neck. WordGirl chokes on a gasp, then steadies her balance in the air. There he is. And even from here, super-hearing or no super-hearing, she can hear Kid Math mutter the same mantra over and over under his breath: "Destroy competition. Construct new billboards. Destroy competition. Construct new billboards…"

"MY ROBOT!" Tobey wails, drawing his hands down his cheeks. "Number 14!"

"All right… Huggy, make a note: add Mr. Big to the list of villains we should never again leave Kid Math to handle alone. At… least not if we're across town instead of enjoying a conveniently placed picnic nearby with our binoculars in hand."

He squeals agreement, wrapping his arms and legs around her torso. Right. Back to business. WordGirl punches her hand into her open palm, thinning her eyes to slits.

"Okay, Kid Math! This chaos is way out of line. Your fractured reality is about to get simplified."

Does that even make sense? Math puns aren't her thing. She can define every word with the gossamer touch of a fairy princess, but that doesn't mean she understands the full complexities of equations and numbers the way he does. Her mind blurs after about 12. Kid Math stares back at her, all glaze-eyed and ghostly.

Then he arches his back and hurls the massive robot directly at her. "WHOA!" she yelps, and twists her flight pattern like a snake. Huggy squeezes with both arms and both legs. The robot (or what's left of it) cannonballs right past them. It plows through an empty parking lot outside a squid-themed restaurant- the one that doesn't serve seafood at all. WordGirl winces. Oops. Probably should have caught that… Tobey screams distress from the roof of the three-tiered bakery, clawing his fingers down his cheeks. Something about a partnership betrayed, and Mr. Big all but confirms this when he yells back from the neighboring rooftop, "My mistake, Theodore! I can't choose what he wants to throw!"

"Number 14…"

Kid Math twitches in the sky, his hands empty but his body still tense and looking for a fight. WordGirl keeps her eyes locked on his face. They can both fly at lightning-fast speed (well… thunder-fast), and dodging him will be a lot easier if he signals a move before he makes it. Thus far, she'd chased her wayward understudy - not that she'd ever tell him he was sort of like her understudy - from the bank to the park to the steakhouse and around through the loop again. Right from the start, it was obvious something was going on with him. His paths were too direct for him to pass as the real Kid Math, because this mind-controlled puppet version of her friend charged straight from Point A to Point B without taking thermal updrafts and wind resistance into the equation. Absolutely ineffective. Totally unlike him.

And of course, the Kid Math she'd come to know over the past four months wouldn't just be flying around destroying billboards and things either.

Or, uh… At least he isn't that destructive MOST of the time. WordGirl winces at the memory of a furious, flush-cheeked Kid Math punching a street sign hard enough to send it crashing through a window. He didn't mean to do that. He just didn't know his own strength yet.

Well, okay. As much as she hates admitting it, maybe she is being a little quick to grant him that benefit of the doubt… Even yesterday, Kid Math (in the guise of 8-year-old Rex Pemdas: the innocent, newly-enrolled 3rd-grade student of Woodview Elementary) had rambled to her on the way to the jewelry store that he had a plan to help the city "go green" before Earth Day rolled around in spring. His plan had involved "relocating" more than a handful of skyscrapers, and he'd been stubbornly reluctant to take "No" for an answer.

"Destroy competition. Construct new billboards. Destroy competition…"

Why she'd even escorted him to the jewelry store was another story altogether, and one that involved Invisi-Bill tackling his first solo crime since WordGirl had met him. The thin excuse to her brother TJ and tagalong Johnson had been "Rex wanted to check out the shiny doorknobs at the library and we need to run really fast to make sure we get there before it rains," to which TJ had rolled his eyes and snarked that Becky probably just wanted to get Rex hooked on Princess Triana novels. He and Johnson had wished their new friend good luck. They sprinted off, and Invisi-Bill had actually made it pretty far down the street before Kid Math had zeroed in on his whistling and-

A dot of green blinks in the center of her vision, snapping her focus back to the battle at hand. Aha! Something they can use. WordGirl blasts forward, arms extended, with her eyes locked on that little flashing dot. Now we're getting somewhere…

[Cnt'd on FFN / AO3 - Links at top]

#WordGirl #Factor It In #ridwriting #Grammar queen #Arithmetic Lad #Bot building boy #Second Best kid #apparently art #Satirical vocab alien child show #LexiHexa duo #Space monkey #Huggy is harder to draw than I thought #fic announcement

[kj-bishop]

Processional dragons at the Golden Dragon Museum in Bendigo, Victoria, Australia: 1. Loong; 2. Sun Loong, Loong's successor, now also retired; 3. Sun Loong (L) and the new dragon Dai Gum Loong (R); 4. Yar Loong, night dragon; 5. "Bendigo Easter Festival - 1979", painting of Sun Loong by Charles William Bush.

From the museum website (http://www.goldendragonmuseum.org/our-collection/#loong-conservation-project):

"Loong 龍

Loong is the oldest intact processional dragon in the world. He made his first processional appearance in 1901 and was the star attraction of Bendigo’s annual Easter parade until his retirement in 1970. He was created by the Sing Cheung 勝昌 workshop in the city of Foshan (Fatshan) on the Pearl River near Guangzhou (Canton) in southern China. Loong was constructed from silks, mirrors, bamboo, kingfisher feathers, and papier-mache. His name simply means ‘dragon’ but historically he was also referred to by the Chinese community as Gum Loong 金龙 (Golden Dragon) and Moo Loong 舞龍 (Dancing Dragon)

During his parading career Loong made several important appearances outside of Bendigo, most notably at the May 1901 procession in Melbourne to welcome m the Duke and Duchess of York who had come to open the first Australian parliament – a century later he also appeared in the Melbourne parade which marked the centenary of the achievement of Australian Federation.  In 2007 Loong was placed on Victoria Heritage register due to his historic and cultural significance.  Loong last paraded in the Easter parade of 2019 when he joined Sun Loong 新龍 (new Dragon) and Yar Loong 夜龍 (night Dragon) to welcome Dai Gum Loong 大金龍 (The Great Golden Dragon) to Bendigo.

Loong requires 22 carriers and is 29 meters long.  His head weighs 21kg"

Yar Loong: "Translucent, as though made from gossamer, this 80-year-old lantern dragon comes from Hong Kong’s famed Kum Yuk Lau workshop. Abandoned by a Sydney group, Yar Loong first appeared at the Bendigo Easter Parade in 1939. Severely damaged in a fire, he was furloughed and only rediscovered in the 1970s then restored in 1996; he is beloved." (Source: https://zolimacitymag.com/the-immigrant-dragons-part-iv-generations-united-in-bendigo/)

Ballarat has a slightly older but not fully intact Loong: https://www.abc.net.au/news/2023-01-21/ballarat-processional-dragon-loong-celebrated-lunar-new-year/101858398

and the See Yup temple in Melbourne has the head of the other dragon that paraded in the 1901 Federation celebrations: https://museumsvictoria.com.au/article/melbourne-mystery-dragon/

#dragons #mythical creatures #chinese art #processional dragon #parade dragon #my photo #bendigo #australia #heritage #tradition #history

[theneomerchant]

hello fellow Jekyll/Hyde

could i get some masc/neutral purple or vampire themed/related names n prns? /nf

You came to the right Lord! I love gothic names.

Sometimes I get off topic kinda so some are femme, also somehow in the middle I somehow got super off topic and thought my theme was royal? Weird, so some of the neos at the beginning are more royal than gothic.

Highlighted red are ones that I also use

Neopronouns:

Thou/thee/thy/thine

King/kingself

Duke/dukeself

Earl/earlself

Prin/prince

Crown/crownself

Gold/goldself

Noble/nobleself

Goblet/gobletself

Grand/grandself

Liege/liegeself

Lor/lord/lordself

Throne/throneself

Pur/purple/purpleself

Jewel/jewelself

Cour/court/courself

Hon/honour/honourself

Noble/nobleself

Vam/vamp/vampself

Vamp/vampyres

Bat/bats

Fang/fangs

Bite/bites

Blood/bloods

Un/dead/undead

Demon/demons

Noc/nox (nocturnal)

Cor/corpse

Coffin/coffins

Vae/vaem/vaers

Nec/necro/necrom

Gothic/gothics

Shadow/shadows

Mist/mists

Horror/horrors

Doom/dooms

Grim/grims

Mor/bid/morbids

Names:

Raven, Adrienne, Dusk, Grey/Greyson, Keir, Midnight, Noir, Onyx, Ozul, Shadow, Umbra(/Ombra), Gehenna, Gossamer, Inclementia, Nightshade, Perdita, Pestilentia/Pestilence, Solanine, Tristezza, Astaroth, Leviathan, Azrael, Belial, Draven, Lenore, Hemlock, Morte, Necro, Aurora, Calliope, Astrophel, Brendon, Prince(ss), King, Brander, Cadell, Cadogen, Cain/Kane, Alex(ander), Corbin, Corvid, Damian/Damien, Dorian, Dante, Edgar, Alphonse, Rose, Ingram, Elizabeth, Charlotte, Arthur, Duke, Victoria, Eleanor, Henry, Willian, Edward, Augustus, Indulf, Nikolai, Octavius, Lionel, Sverre, Magnus, Derek, Eric, Kingsley, Malik, Malachai, Luxury, Earl, Viscount, Regal, Primrose, Drac/Dracula, Victor/Viktor, Baroque, Poe, Macabre, Magena, Auberon, Ascelin, Blaise, Crow, Bat, Vamp, Eoghan, Hunter, Idris, Jack, Keir, Lucien, Lucio, Lycidas, Lennon

Okay I could do like a million more so I'm stopping myself, I need to go to sleep anyways (have a cold and I need to make myself sleep so I get better #selfcare )

#💌; asks.txt #💌; names.txt #💌; neos.txt #neopronoun #neopronouns #neopronoun suggestions #gothic #gothic neopronouns

[goth-catte]

What a fantastic night at Pandemonio tonight. The place was packed, and everybody seemed to be vibing the whole night. Thank you all for your support, thank you for coming and hanging with me while I shared some music. This week I'll be at Club Valkyrie on Wednesday night and the Anti-Social Club on Friday, both at 11pm US Central. And, of course, you can find me at my Pandemonio home every Sunday for the mega-set of goth & industrial.

Dead Can Dance - Children of the Sun Fee Lion - Blood Sisters (Kontravoid Remix) GoodBooks - Leni (vs Crystal Castles) Grey Gallows - Dying Light (Actors Remix) Korine - Train to Harlem She Wants Revenge - What I Want Front 242 - Welcome to Paradise Incubite - Hell Instructor Bigod 20 - Like a Prayer Night Club - Cities in Dust Mechanical Moth - Black Queen Style Ayria - Headhunter Accessory - She Says It Feels Good And One - Metalhammer Front Line Assembly - Mindphaser Ministry - Effigy (I’m Not An) Switchblade Symphony - Dissolve Diary of Dreams - You (-das) Plastique Noir - Asleep in the Night Train Occults - Hot Crucible Christian Death vs Creux Lies - Spiritual Cramp Twin Tribes - Portal to the Void Drab Majesty - Ellipsis HEALTH - Feel Nothing Covenant - Bullet Haujobb - Speed of Pain NIN - Down In It

Depeche Mode - Master & Servant^ Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) Gunship & Kat Von D - Black Blood Red Kiss Sisters of Mercy - First and Last and Always Rosetta Stone - Nothing IKON - She’s In Parties Necessary Response - Spilling Blood^ Frozen Plasma - Warmongers Covenant - Der Leiermann Gossamer - Run (Wayne Hussey Mix) Leathers - Missing Scene Ulver - Machine Guns and Peacock Feathers Oscillian - Activate HEALTH - Cyberpunk 2.0.2.0 Accessory - Elektrik Project Pitchfork - Acid Ocean Night Club - Vampires Corlyx - My Body Is Wrong Rein - Dystopia Trevor Something - Enjoy the Silence Hante. - Light//Lies Male Tears - Hit Me Drab Majesty - Dot in the Sky Pixel Grip - ALPHAPUSSY Sad January - Until the End of the World Perturbator ft. Greta Link - Venger Apoptygma Berzerk - Kathy’s Song (Victoria Mix by VNV Nation) Qntal - Veni (Filthy Floor Mix) In Strict Confidence - Promised Land (Club Mix) The Cruxshadows - Helios (Solar Night Mix) Pixel Grip - Club Mania Ministry - Jesus Built My Hotrod Alien Sex Fiend - Ignore the Machine The Chameleons - Second Skin Joy Division - A Means to an End Love Like Blood - Lucretia, My Reflection The Cure - One Hundred Years Black Angel - Serene Only Fire - Double Penetration

#goth #dj #s'iouxsie #miqo'te #ffxiv

[sunlessea]

how eccentrically and exceptionally substantial a task it has had land in its gossamer claws! to interrogate disreputable outsiders not of the arriviste variety is so auspiciously rare for the masters of the neath and all its gaslit glory! mr pages knows beneath the surface all too well this task has been delegated to its stupendous person with intent of passing off what the others likely deem feckless busy-work, but it thinks its peers rather monotonous of heart, and perhaps far too lenient. the astral express, they claim, beings from the high wilderness that the curators themselves call home : they must be out of their looney little minds. and if they are not ... then what grand adventure that would be.

"you are the emissary who has stayed behind to parley with us, duckling?" meaning the masters of the bazaar as a whole, quite clearly, though only pages stands before their chosen messenger, @etherealguard. the others, graciously, have been given freedom of the city. rather so mr veils could keep an eye on them whilst these talks were handled, it thinks. "i am mr pages, representing the leaders of london, including queen victoria herself. you wish to confer with the masters for permission to involve in our affairs? then appeal to me. why is it you have really come here, little kine? you reek of star ash, fallen like fresh dew from the skies ... you are, undeniably, telling the truth that you came from them, then."

#this is rambly and stupid BUT I AM NOT MADE FOR STARTERS #TAKE WHAT YOU GET #etherealguard #` ✞ mr pages. ⁞ looking down from above‚ i’m intrigued by their love.

[inspireit]

The cold mist in the morning that clings to the flowers and windows like gossamer; the feeling of being watched by a predator with nothing around; a cold finger against the side of your neck and the whisper in your ear; a deadly nightshade potted beautifully; plum blossoms littering cobbled pathways through the park.

BASELINE

Name: Victoria Wu Age: 200+ Gender Identity: Cis female Ethnicity: Chinese Occupation: Psychiatrist at Vievecor Sanitorium Socioeconomic status: Irrelevant — she's comfortable Education: Informal — intelligent/self-taught Other notes: Material wealth comes easy for someone who lives for so long, as does finding a job and learning everything you need to know to survive. She never attended any University but has forged degrees that pass and is, regardless of what might be fabricated on paper, quite adept at what she does. She's studied longer than most doctors and that's what matters, in her opinion.

PHYSICAL PROFILE

Eye color: Brown Skin color: Pale Hair color: Brown Height: 5'7" Weight: 135 lbs Body type: Lithe/Willowy Fitness level: strong core, lithe muscles Tattoos: none Scars/Birthmarks: a birthmark on her left hip that looks like a jellybean; various scars on her body from her past though none on the face. Distinguishing features: Her eyes have a sort of steely hardness to them that brooks no follow-ups when she gives a command. Disabilities: None known. Fashion style: Elegant and casual; easily put together. Accessories: Various bits of jewelry though the thin alloy chains she wears around her neck and a ring in the same alloy on her right middle finger seem to be mainstays; her nails are always manicured. Cleanliness/Grooming: Manicured, clean, immaculate; perhaps it's easier for a spirit. Posture/Gait: Shoulders-back, neck-straight, think "MURDER". Tics: She will both look at her nails and rub the pad of her forefinger across her thumbnail when annoyed. Coordination: Impeccable Weaknesses: All things spirits are weak to Other notes: Victoria's fitness is oft-times irrelevant because of incorporeality but she is fit. It comes from years of training and martial arts (Nanquan, more specifically, Hung Ga Kuen) and has the discipline and form to prove it. Perhaps if one finds out her past they'll know more.

PSYCH PROFILE

Personality type: Architect (INTJ) Personality traits: Poised, confident, demanding, calm, intimidating, secretive, enigmatic, practical Temperament: phlegmatic  Introvert/Extrovert: Introverted; can command a room and will but prefers to observe. Mannerisms: Authoritative speech even in social conversations; attention to detail and presence. Educational background: Not an issue when and where she was from, but the woman is intelligent and self-taught in a lot of areas. It comes with age. Spatial Intelligence: Excellent Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence: Excellent Musical Intelligence: Fair Linguistic Intelligence: Excellent Logical-Mathematical Intelligence: Excellent Interpersonal Intelligence: Poor Intrapersonal Intelligence: Good Naturalistic Intelligence: Poor Self-esteem: Above Average Loves: Plum Blossoms; Puppies; Learning; People who know themselves. Morals/Virtues: Strong work ethic; dedicated; righteous(ish) Phobias/Fears: None she'll admit. Angered by: Impudence; people who get in her way; questioning her on things she's knowledgeable in. Pet peeves: People who bite their nails; procrastinators; liars. Obsessed with: Her own status and well-being. Routines: Meditation every morning before going to work; reading a few hours before most people would sleep; rest. Bad habits: She, on occasion, will smoke if she has a body with which to do so. Desires: Knowledge; status; power; (quietly) love. Flaws: She is so focused on the whole of her plans she sometimes to forge relationships; she can be very deceptive and secretive; she is very self-absorbed. Secrets: She might remember bits of her past from time to time; she haunts some civilians if they cross her but does so discreetly; she has had secret crushes on several people but will never approach. Regrets: Not realizing how she died yet; not spending more time on herself. Accomplishments: Exceptional in her fields of study and quite a good psychiatrist even if she does use... questionable means; lives comfortably on her own without the need for others; has a voice on the council. Memories: The flashes she gets that she thinks might be from her past but is never sure (or denies) include the scent of burning wood and hair, the abjuration of her oaths (whatever they were), the bowing heads of men that she looks down over, many gold coins, and the smell of sea air. Other notes: A lot of her psyche revolves around who she is now, though it is likely informed by who she was before she died. Emotional muscle memory is a thing and she finds herself falling into patterns that she doesn't understand where she got them from. She is so sure of herself, her status, and her position that even though they are her desires they are being sated; they will remain in the forefront, however, to make sure she doesn't slip.

ARCHETYPE

Character archetype: The Boss. Character arc: Moral-Descending leaning Flat Arc. Core values: Power, trust, status. Internal conflicts: meshing a desire for love with a desire for personal space; wanting more power versus having to deal with the people to get it; sureness of herself versus the lack of concrete details on her past. External conflicts: Her work as a psychiatrist versus her work as a council member; balancing life as a spirit and all her spoon versus her life as HBIC. Epiphanies: She is already where she wants to be but will continue to press forward for more. Significant events: Death until current day has been a whirlwind of them: the wandering of America - the watching how America formed - starting to study whatever piqued her interests - becoming adept at things after death that she hadn't been before - becoming adept at things she probably was adept at before death and reapplying them to life now - finding Vievecor - settling in Vievecor - taking her place on the council - pushing forward. Other notes: Her Archetype and character arc are meant to be interesting. Because of the fact that she is 'The Boss' she is assuredly always herself, and while there is room for wiggling in terms of where she arcs too, it would likely be a decline into immorality rather than a rising arc, but most likely to stay a flatline of her being exactly whom she is but the people around her changing and evolving in time and influencing her story in that regard.

SCALES

Optimist/Pessimist/Realist/Nihilist/Cynic

Extrovert/Introvert

Honest/Lies Sometimes/Lies a Lot/Deceptive

Arrogant/Confident/Somewhat Confident/Somewhat Unconfident/Unconfident/Cowardly

Selfless/Others Over Self/Self Over Others/Selfish

Humorous/Somewhat Humorous/Neither/Somewhat Serious/Serious

Reserved/Somewhat Reserved/Somewhat Open/Open

Extremely Trusting/Trusting/Average/Suspicious/Extremely Suspicious

Neat Freak/Organized/Somewhat Messy/Messy/Extremely Messy

Logos/Ethos/Pathos

Very Patient/Patient/Somewhat Patient/Somewhat Impatient/Impatient/Very Impatient

Loyal/Neither/Backstabbing

Lots of Energy/Some Energy/Average/Little Energy/No Energy

HEADCANONS

Victoria does not accept nicknames. She only accepts people calling her Victoria.

As long as she has been alive, one would think she had some clue as to what it was that had happened to her to make her remain tethered, but she still has no idea and has tried to embrace life as a spirit. To that point, she did not die of natural causes, and the image of her body holds a few scars across its surface. Whatever DID happen to her was not pleasant but she cannot say for sure, one way or another, whether it was warranted. All she knows is that she’s still here and still kicking… so to speak.

She falls in love often but very rarely acts upon it. Someone more or less has to approach and try to date her for it to happen. She’s spent so long watching the lives of others play out in these scenarios to not want it herself and to not fall head over heels since she has no idea if her own life found that kind of fruition, but perhaps its just a longing for something she’s lost.

Victoria refuses to take guff from anyone. There might have been a time in her life that she would have wilted at authority but that day has long passed and she knows she speaks from a place of authority. Sometimes she need not say anything at all to get across the idea that whatever is being broached is not something she wishes to talk about. It’s not a glare, it’s not a frown, it is just her existence, presence, and the fact that she has said nothing that speaks to that. This sway also applies to her position in the Council. She doesn’t often offer up her own ideas for advancement or moving forward but, I’d like to think, if she were to throw her weight behind something that the rest of the members would take notice. There’s just a presence about her.

She trained in Nanquan martial arts when she was alive and, though she does not know how or when, is fairly adept in it, especially the discipline of Hung Ga Kuen and it makes her fairly formidable in a physical fight (should she have a wholly physical form) meaning she can take care of herself even without her spirit powers so to speak.

Because of the state and rumors surrounding the Shipyard, Victoria has managed to build herself a nice place with beautiful amenities without having to dip into any money she has squirreled away too deeply. The property values are dirt cheap and so she took over an abandoned warehouse and, over the years, has modified and retrofitted it to fit her needs. Inside looks like a spacious art gallery almost with a large, loft-like living space up a set of industrial stairs. It’s understated and beautiful and has a collection of artifacts that likely haven’t been seen for years. She has no extra beds upstairs in the loft area but she does have a couch that people can stay on. Possibly. If she were to invite someone over.

INSPIRATIONS

Xu Xialing (Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings), Miranda Priestly (the Devil Wears Prada), Dana Scully (the X-Files), Yennefer (The Witcher), Big Barda (DC Comics)

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Bad Bitch — With Victoria's own position she would likely gravitate towards having a 'best friend' whom was in a similar position. Someone with power, poise, and who refuses to take shit from anyone and though they won't gossip (often) or exchange fashion tips they spend quite a bit of time together discussing other, more important things. 0/1

Slow Burn — in all the time she's been (un)alive she's never truly had a romance. It's not that she doesn't have the capacity for it, because of course she does, but it is hard for her to pursue anyone because of how she carries herself. This would be someone who actively found interest in her and pursued her. They will first build into a friendship, there will be tension and rebuffing and all that fun stuff, then eventually they'll spark (I believe in us.) 0/1

Admirer — someone who, like above, found interest in Victoria. It doesn't have to be romantic or anything like that but they do pursue her in their own way. We can work out how the reception would be and plot out anything (how far its gotten, etc) to see if they've formed any kind of relationship from it (enemies, friends, etc) 0/2

Spirits — there was a time when Victoria felt as if their kind might one day overrun the likes of others, but she miscalculated how many people would feel compelled to cling to the mortal realm after passing. This means that new spirits do get some attention from Victoria and she'll even try to mentor some, if necessary. ∞

Co-Workers — anyone who works at the Sanitarium gets some of Victoria's attention because they are so closely related to her work, which she takes very seriously. This can be friendly or contentious, depending on your wants. ∞

Anything and everything you might have in mind! just hit me up.

[the-goth-catte]

|†| VALKYRIE NIGHTCLUB |†| 10.04.2023

Inkubus Sukkubus - Beltaine VNV Nation - Solitude Leather Strip - Love Like Blood Anders Manga - Welcome to Darkness The Cruxshadows - Marilyn, My Bitterness Die Sexual - Bound, I Rise Revolting Cocks - Me So Horny 3TEETH - You Spin Me Round MSI - On It (A23 Mix) Oddko - Kitty Girl (Aesthetic Perfection Mix) L’ame Immortelle - Tiefster Winter Echoberyl - Rising from the Dead Talk To Her - Zodiac Twin Tribes - The River Diva Destruction - Enslaved Cold Cave - A Little Death To Laugh La Scaltra - The Spell Suicide Commando - Bind, Torture, Kill Covenant - We Stand Alone Ayria - My Revenge On The World And One - Steine Sind Steine Only Fire - Up N Down Icon of Coil - Shelter Cruxshadows - Helios Mortiis - You Put A Hex On Me System Syn - God Damn (Imperative Reaction Mix) Apoptygma Berzerk - Kathy’s Song (Victoria Mix by VNV Nation) Leather Strip - Waiting For The Night Depeche Mode - Strangelove New Order - True Faith Ministry - Every Day Is Halloween David Bowie - Let’s Dance Specimen - Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (12” Version) Red Lorry Yellow Lorry - Walking On Your Hands The Cure - Fascination Street Spider Lillies - The Error Is You Gossamer - Run (Wayne Hussey Mix) Lizette Lizette - Sober Up Orgy - Opticon Health - Excess Night Club - Show It 2 Me Ulver - Machine Guns & Peacock Feathers Tre Lux - Never Let Me Down Again MSI - 1989

#valkyrie #setlist #8 bit witch

[life-around-me-yura15cbx]

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[juliawww]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Victoria’s Secret Semi Sheer Beach Pants Cover up M Tropical Print Sz 10 Ties.

[thesimtraveler]

Contessa Victoria Renee Gossamer (Vicki Vampiress)

#artbreeder #Vicki Vampiress #Victoria Gossamer #(Un)Pleasantview #(Un)Pleasantview extras #sims 2 #ts2

[victoriajamessl]

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[goatskickin]

Welcome back! When we last left off, Hope was just about to arrive at the Secret Society. Her BFF With The Good Brows just made moves on the girl who falls asleep in the shower all the time. Our founder has 3 boyfriends and good grades. #girlboss.

So how did the trip to the Secret Society go?

"Oh noooo I’m so surprised ooh ah it’s not a bad thing at all it was a good thing I was taken away in cuffs by a stranger ooh ahh and put in a car I don’t recognize...”

“YES HOPE my best girly, we will play pool and drink juice and wear matching outfits ala late 90’s Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen direct-to-video movies, this blazer is going to be so flattering on you, and these cranberry slacks will be DIVINE with your skintone -“

Hope does pull of the blazer well!

Omg these two *sniffs* ACR is a beautiful thing you guys.

It’s Aiyana aka Shower Sleep Dormie’s first time at the Secret Society too, so Rishell is showing her around.

Buttcutt: “Dammmn the Secret Society really is pulling the finest ladies on campus”

“Listen dude – I’ve heard Rishell call Aiyana a ‘gossamer princess’ and ‘more angelic than the 2007 Victoria’s Secret Lingere Fashion show’. You have zero chance with her”

“I’m so happy Hope. I can see why you play with hearts – when you win, the prize feels indescribable”

“Well, yes! That’s what I’ve bee- wait what do you mean by ‘I play with hearts?!”

Besides having cool skilling objects and sweet place to party, being a Secret Society member has the added bonus of being able to choose from one of 3 prefabricated homes once Hope graduates. Much better plan than lawn living post-grad.

And so it’s time to live the Secret Society. She’ll be back. She also stole about $20,000 worth of stuff before leaving OOPS BYE.

Back at the dorm, ACR is actually stupid for anyone who is not Rishell and Aiyana. Stupid Werewolf Hair dormie hit on Hope and now they make eyes at each other over fly-infested plates and unfinished assignments. Augh. At least she’s in her senior year now.

Werewolf Hair can’t compete with NotPatrick I mean uh, Phllip!

These two continue to be super adorable and I love them. Team Rishyana! 

…I mean they are just perfect for each other….

As any good Popularity sim does, Hope parties and then uses the gains to influence dormies to write her term papers for her.  Dorm life continues to be otherwise stressful and dumb.

Hope has even had to leave the dorm and go sleep in this gilded bedroom at the Secret Society because some jagoff was sleeping in her dorm bed.

Oh look who has found another use for the double bed at the Secret Society!

The SS at Brainia U is a 10/10 good hidden lot.

The dorm is well – it is a dorm.

“I DESPRATELY NEED TO BATHE AND AIYANA FELL ASLEEP NEXT TO THE TRASH CAN IN THE STREET HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN”

We are continuing to milk Werewolf Hair here for asp points. Not a spousal candidate, but may as well.

Hope’s just about topped out her Logic, Mechanical and Cleaning skills. That’s not really relevant to the Unsavory Charlatan torturing this poor dormie though.

Brainia U also has this awesome pizza place. It reminded me just how much I like these default pizza box covers by psychosim!

<3 these two <3

And on a summer’s eve, our founder graduates college! Didn’t get a 4.0 but did still graduate with Honors.

A party is in order of course.

Werewolf Hair is here of course to help with the party score. Multiple high-point social interactions means a good party score, don’t cha know.

Okay, Werewolf hair was good for one more thing: I didn’t know that sims could be Serenaded while sitting on the couch! Aww.

And with the graduation party ending, Hope grows up in a not-terrible outfit. Thank goodness.

“Hi! Yes, my friend – you know his boyfriend is our school mascot, Go Llamas! – he gave you the address for the apartment, right?”

“Yeah. It will be $100 upfront, in addition to the miles per minute”

“Jeez! What did you get screwed out of your holiday bonus dude?! Look I just graduated I’m not made of money over here”

“Times are tough kid. I charge what I charge”

“Oh my god FINE. What the hell man” ~~~

What’s the reason for the expensive cab ride back to “home”? What awaits for our founder there? Why are The Eyerbow Queen and Falls Asleep in Shower so cute together?! Carry on, woman!

#apocalypse challenge #apocalypse C.O.W. #sims 2 story

[thesnicketfile]

Daniel Handler’s favorite books of the year (2020)

1) Victoria Chang’s poems are always sharp with grief and laughter—Obit is perfect for a crazy year of mourning. Suggested pairing: Mid-day tea, instead of looking at social media. 2) A House is a Body by San Francisco’s own Shruti Swamy (also a Handler-Brown Library fellow!) is a set of wild and limitless adventures that gave me all kinds of shivers. Suggested pairing: Sofa, popcorn, deep breaths between stories. 3) Gianni Rodari’s Telephone Tales is a loopy, gorgeously illustrated collection of stories that sound simultaneously familiar and unprecedented. Suggested pairing: Morning espresso, or or two before reading the news. 4) Sara Mesa’s Four by Four is spooky and haunting and puzzling and shocking. Suggested pairing: subscribe to Open Letter books and get terrific literature in translation all year long. 5) The Society of Reluctant Dreamers by José Eduardo Agualusa is an Angolan noir, a Portuguese romance, a gossamer headtrip. Suggested pairing: Call in sick and read the whole thing stopping only for crackers and brandy. 

(For a temporary offer to obtain one of these books for free w/ the purchase of a Snicket/Handler book @ Booksmith book store in San Francisco, see here.)

#literature #books #Daniel Handler #2020

[unearthcd]

kristine froseth, cis woman + she/her | you know august james pettersen, right? they’re 25, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, eighteen years? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to all these things i’ve done by the killers like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole handwritten notes, messy ponytails, spontaneous midnight excursions thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is january 1, so they’re a capricorn, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( tessa, 24, pst, she/her )

hey, babes! i’m tessa (24, pst, she/her) and i’ve been rp’ing on this blue website for way too many years. i’m stuck in this wonderful gossamer and wouldn’t have it any other way. anyway, below is august’s bio—she’s a newish muse, so i’m running with the vibe (for lack of a better word) and we’ll see how this goes! always feel free to message me to plot or chat here or on discord (swamp rabbit#1745). okay, let’s do the damn thing!

name: august james pettersen nicknames: aj, aug, a, james, etc. age, birth date: 25; january 1, 1996 hometown: irving, north carolina occupation: model sexuality: pansexual

growing up in irving

august james petterson is the daughter and only child of jameson and erik petterson. she’s the product of surrogacy, the men having sought out and found a lovely woman to help them have a child back in massachusetts where they previously lived. the hoops they went through to have their daughter and both legally be considered her parents were plenty, but with successful careers in architecture and publishing (think founder and editor and chief of something architectural digest-esque) they were able to commit the time and money to make it happen.

not a year after her birth, the three of them relocated to irving, north carolina to be with two of her grandparents whose health was rapidly deteriorating. having packed up their things and taken the short flight, they piled into the elderly couple’s sprawling home on aquila drive. ah, old money. sadly, they’d end up passing a few short years later, just before august started school. the family inherited great wealth and was left the house.

always a fairly quiet kid, august wasn’t the most social student in school. in fact, she spent much of her time with a small group of friends and, after branching out a small bit in high school, in the theatre department. long story short, she wasn’t a very popular person. in fact, with her apparent wealth and quiet demeanor, it wouldn’t surprise me if she was considered aloof, stuck up, or strange by her peers (but i’ll leave that UTY if they attended school together!). in earnest, she was just an observer and never enjoyed talking just to make noise. she liked having an intimate group and just doing what she enjoyed.

at the same time, the lack of a bursting social life and hijinks à la grease and clueless fed her early onset senioritis. she dreamed of and planned for getting out of irving. and when the time for college came, she did!

leaving home

we’d like to congratulate the senior class of 2014! that fall august moved to—drumroll please—new york city for college. what can i say, she’s an east coast babe. she got into NYU and studied english, thinking maybe she’d get into publishing down the line, because she’d always loved reading. truth be told, she wasn’t married to the idea. in fact, she wasn’t married to her education in the slightest. she’d chosen NYU purely based on location and, honestly, who can blame her (’:

her sophomore year of university one of her friends got it in her head to attend a modeling agency open call and, not wanting to go alone, convinced august to go along. while they weren’t interested in the friend, they did take an interest in her. and you know what? it made her feel special and wanted and admired. so she went with it and, with practice, became pretty damn good. her jobs, however, started interfering with her studies. so, without much convincing, she dropped out of school. she was making enough money to rent an apartment with a couple roommates in the village and made modeling her full-time gig. over the next few years her career began to take off a bit, with clients like for love & lemons and victoria’s secret pink (bc we have the real content, so why not use it?). probably a beauty campaign here and there. you know, commercial work etc. etc.

cue “dorothea,” you'rе a queen sellin' dreams, sellin' makeup and magazines

quiet, small town girl is on her way to making it big! whoo! right? well, there came a point where she became a total workhorse. august wanted to please—she wanted to find her place, her people—and, convinced this was it, she did everything in her power to keep moving up. she was a stray cat, she was looking to be taken in by anyone, praised and cared for for anything.

but that isn’t sustainable, and after a while she cracked a bit. ended up letting off steam by partying with so-called friends, picked up a small smoking habit she’s since been trying to kick since. befriended a band at some point (shout out to beau) and groupied the east coast leg of their tour for a couple weeks, because the front man asked and was charming and looked at her like she was exceptional. then the magic faded and she left to go back to her little apartment and next booked job. really, she was just going where she felt people wanted her and everyone kept telling her it was great! everything’s fine!

coming back // present

she realized after that that she’d fallen into this entire thing and, while she was grateful for much of it, she had to wonder if she even liked it. it really hit her one day smack in the middle of a job. that evening she went home, once again packed up her things, and flew home. a special kind of subtle chaos. a not-at-all-adventurous eat, pray, love.

i want to say her agents aren’t the worst people in the world and, while angered by her abrupt departure, realized she needed a break. like, a month-long visit home. it was the holidays and her birthday, after all! lol, oh, no. bets on when they start calling her like, ‘hey, where the hell are you, what’s the deal’?

now, after dropping out of school and putting her career on pause (?), she’s back living with her parents, probably looking at her savings account and wondering if she has enough $$$$ to rent an apartment or room [potential connection idea?] until she decides wtf she’s doing. she’s stuck between feeling like she’s backsliding and feeling like she needs to take the time to figure out what she wants.

personality // fun facts

+ lively, spontaneous, passionate, humorous (or so she likes to think)

- lost, impulsive, insecure in many ways

tiktoks for the vibe: 1, 2, 3

being an adult is a scam

*calls u dude and babe in the same sentence*

she wasn’t bored, she was just restless between adventures

the first person to laugh at herself.

let’s-screw-around-and-talk-about-nothing-for-hours-until-it-inevitably-turns-into-something-deep.

“i always feel like, when i meet people, they have a bigger impact on me than i maybe do on them.”

very honest. the girl isn’t messing around (unless she totally is)!! will ask you out as soon as the thought occurs to her, like, “hey, uh, we should go out sometime. (:” :slight_smile:

very, very dreamy, but head not empty, head filled with the same bit of film dialogue on repeat over and over for, like, a week. head still processing the end of a book she finished two weeks ago. head making up prose about the faint freckles on the bridge of your nose and the way your hand’s moving about.

big music person, be it modern, classical, live, vinyl. attaches a lot of emotions and memories to songs. 98% chance you’ll find her at the nearest bar hosting live music, right up front.

her penmanship is beautiful, thanks to a love of the written word. she’d rather stick a post-it note on your door than shoot you a text. loves letters, postcards, etc.

does want to whisk you away on fun, spontaneous adventures, but will go by herself if for whatever reason you’re not available or up for it.

#did i proofread this? no #irvingintro