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coffeejerk · 7 months

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selective, private, & headcanon based 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒 of 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 (𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟔). temp rules + bio under the cut!

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒.

i'm still working on rules specific to maggie. for now, please refer to the general guidelines on my dio blog.

consider this blog low activity. maggie is not my main muse, and she can be a little fickle sometimes. I'm a lot more active on rejectshumanity.

content warnings specific to this blog include: alcoholism, memory loss, parental death, mental and physical abuse, kidnapping, attempted brainwashing and grooming, medical malpractice, and the lingering effects of trauma.

PERSONAL BLOGS DNI. this is a private roleplay blog, not a fandom blog. i appreciate the interest, and you're welcome to follow if you don't touch my posts, but please DO NOT reblog my threads, headcanons, or graphics without my permission. doing so will result in a block.

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐎.

maggie evans was once your average sassy teenaged diner waitress in the spooky seaside town of collinsport, maine. that was before she was kidnapped by its resident vampire, held captive, tortured, and nearly turned, all for her resemblance to josette — a long dead woman for whom he pined.

there in his rotting house, barnabas collins dressed her in the woman’s clothes and told her that maggie evans was dead, and that her loved ones have already forgotten her. that she should be thrilled to become josette collins; how if she would only submit to him willingly, they could be so happy together.

when maggie resisted, he drained her blood to keep her in a fugue state, terrorized her with threats to her loved ones, and imprisoned her in a basement cell, threatening to kill her if she did not comply.

miraculously, maggie escaped with the aid of sarah, the ghost of barnabas' little sister. after discovering a secret tunnel connecting her cell to the outside, she was found wandering the beach in tattered rags, unable to explain or even remember the full extent of what had happened to her. she was sent to windcliff sanitarium, where efforts to recover her memory proved fruitless until years later thanks to the meddling of dr. julia hoffman.

since then, she has survived far too many abductions, brainwashings, memory wipes, and murder attempts to count. these days, maggie runs her diner with a weariness unbecoming of her young age. yet as traumatized as she is, she hides her troubles behind a kind, but wary smile.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒. (under construction)

i. the beginning and the end of the world / maggie's semi-charmed life as a waitress in collinsport prior to barnabas' introduction.

ii. fanged creatures in my dreams / this is where most of the spooky stuff happens. follows maggie after barnabas comes to town, up until she leaves the show. my main verse for ds muses.

iii. a stake in her boot and a gun in her home / big finish audio verse set after the tv show with some canon divergences, and my go-to verse for non-ds muses. maggie takes over ownership of the inn and diner, where she acts as a welcoming face for weary travelers and hosts bi-monthly paranormal investigation meetings. primarily inspired by clothes of sand, beyond the grave, the harvest of souls, and bloodlust.

iv. maggie's bizarre adventure / jjba part 3 au. details tba!

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒.

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#// pinned.#// this will be edited once i get around to making her a carrd! feel free to ask any questions you have in the meantime ❤️#// non-rp blogs dni

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seacavepuzzle · 7 months

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In the Dark Shadows episode broadcast on October 4th, 1966, Mrs. Johnson didn’t think the Collinsport Inn restaurant mayonnaise smelled fresh.

#dark shadows

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terrorpenned · 11 months

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DOSSIER : NATHAN FORBES

FULL NAME: Lieutenant Nathan Forbes AGE: 25 BIRTH DATE: June 6, 1770 ETHNICITY: white GENDER: cis man ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic, preference for women SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual, preference for women RELIGION: eh SPOKEN LANGUAGE: English CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: varies: primarily, in a room at the Eagle Inn in Collinsport while on leave ashore, though moves to Collinwood after his marriage to Millicent Collins. in service of the merchant ship Starling, then the USRC Scammel, and assigned a posting to the USS Constitution, though he dies before the ship is completed

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Alexander and Lydia Forbes SIBLINGS: two older brothers, Patrick (deceased) and Richard SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Suki Welles Forbes (1792-1795), Millicent Collins Forbes (1795-d.) CHILDREN: none that he knows about. probably a handful that he doesn't.

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: teal HAIR COLOUR: brown HEIGHT: 6'0 BODY BUILD: athletic TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: a few sailor's tattoos, including a compass rose on his back shoulder, a sparrow for crossing the equator on his bicep, and an arrow on his hip NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: dashingly handsome with pretty, light eyes. when on leave, his hair is very carefully tended to, voluminous and wavy when washed (and not exposed to constant salt water.) at sea, he keeps it cut much shorter. almost always wearing his issued uniform: he has very few other clothes to speak of, other than one coat he wore to his first wedding, which he keeps for funerals, and to wear to church (whenever he's made to go)

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: wickedly quick-witted. knows people and how to manipulate them. decently accomplished sailor with genuine talents to recommend him at sea, although his friendship with the Collins heir didn't hurt. knows navigation, geography, and the stars, as well as anyone, as well as a knack for predicting the weather and sensing an oncoming storm. not so well-read, though he does read and write, keeps it confined to newspapers, mostly, and reports. could do certain complex calculations without thinking, like the tonnage of a ship, the angle of cannons, etc, but doesn't think of himself as particularly mathematic and definitely not scholarly. LIKES: ships and the sea, pretty women, rich women, the smell of salt, fresh oysters, fresh cod, the smell of gunpowder, the smell of ladies' perfume, violence, drinking (typically rum, but greatly enjoys the chance to drink (someone else's) fine sherry or port), fresh fruit, fall foliage and regular seasons, sea shanties and work songs, plays –– nothing fancy, just some contemporary satire, working with his hands: great at knots, carving, and sewing; enjoys dancing with young ladies though not on his own DISLIKES: the pretensions of high society (but at the same time desperately wants to be one of them, and consumed with envy), shellfish and crab meat unless that's the only fresh option available, watered-down rations and hardtack, the smell of tar, the prospect of poverty, getting his hands dirty (metaphorically and literally), being landlocked, church, the English, pirates –– especially the Barbary Coast, stuffy colonial politics, long letters, debate, opera, Shakespeare, too much order and too much disorder: he needs a good balance DISPOSITION: suave ladies' man, and a bit of a conman, too. easygoing and a good liar. slightly unnatural gait on land due to being raised mostly on the water, but it gives him a bit of swagger.

Bio:

Nathan was born the third son of a modest family in Boston, with all three following in their father's footsteps as shipbuilders. His two brothers enlisted at the onset of the Revolutionary War: the oldest, Alexander, was killed in the line of fire and was buried in their churchyard in Boston. the middle son, Richard, survived him, though would have a limp the rest of his life: he took over bookkeeping and finances from his father, and stood to inherit everything. Nathan, the only boy who had not been old enough to enlist during the war, was desperate for action and adventure, but with the disbandment of the navy his hopes were temporarily put to rest. not one to be discouraged –– and not eager to spend the rest of his life building ships for his older brother –– Nathan put to sea as a carpenter's mate on the Dolphin. ostensibly it was a fishing vessel, but there was far more money to be made in smuggling. now that the navy had disbanded, the waters were rich and open for the taking.

After a run-in with port authorities, the Dolphin ran north-east hoping to make it to Portsmouth, but a storm blew her of course and she was wrecked on the coastal islands of Maine. Nathan survived, and made his way to Collinsport, where he jumped ship to one of the Collins family's own fleet. He was able to secure a decent position as a mate after fudging a few details and proving his knowledge of ships and the sea (very few remained to contradict him). Aboard the Starling, Nathan would meet soon-to-be-friend (and heir to the Collins name and fortune), Barnabas Collins. The ship traveled to the West and East Indies, where Nathan would meet his future wife, Suki Welles, the daughter of an East India Company merchant. Suki promised him the wealth and lands of an EIC merchant heiress, and Nathan promised her the honor, love, and stability of an American sailor. neither delivered on their promises. Nathan separated from her without a formal divorce, sending her a small bit of his pay but without much friendly contact.

In 1792, with the good word of the Collins family behind him, Nathan joined the newly-formed Revenue-Marine as an officer on the Scammel based out of Collinsport. On the Scammel, he traveled along the coast of Maine and New Hampshire to intercept smugglers and enforce tariffs and customs: Nathan quickly learned it was easier, and more profitable, to maneuver his way into remaining ashore more often than not by using his knowledge of local smuggling operations and snitching on a few old friends. his superiors were impressed with his rapid success and his dashing air, and Nathan was promoted to lieutenant. when the Navy was reformed in 1794 and six new frigates contracted, Barnabas helped him secure a valuable position as second lieutenant aboard the USS Constitution. while the Collinsport shipyard constructed the frigate, Nathan remained in town, seducing all the local women to be had including the eligible Collins heiress, Millicent, who laid claim to fortune and vast New York real estate. and she was pretty enough.

Nathan had set his sights on his next wife, but Suki's arrival spoiled his well-made plans entirely. Nathan presented her as his sister to disguise their connection, but the secret wasn't to last: Suki was murdered upon finding out Barnabas's vampiric secret, and Millicent, going through the deceased's belongings, discovered their marriage license. she was incensed, and not only called off their engagement, but demanded Nathan be killed in a duel. Nathan was able to avoid another untimely death by aligning himself with the local religious fanatic, Reverend Trask, and worming his way back into the Collins' family favor with a combination of lies, blackmail, and shenanigans, until Millicent at last, heartily (and her cousin Joshua, reluctantly) agreed to take Nathan as her husband.

But this marriage, too, was not to end happily. Millicent, in effort to prove how much Nathan loved her for herself and not her fortune, had bequeathed all inheritance to her brother, Daniel. Nathan, naturally, only wanted her for her fortune. in retaliation, he pushed his new wife to insanity and secured guardianship of her younger brother, Daniel. the attempt to order Daniel's murder failed, but only barely, and Nathan was not long to survive the mess he'd made.

#dossier.#lieutenant nathan forbes.

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everything-anything3345 · 2 years

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Dark Shadows Presents: Kathryn Leigh Scott as Maggie Evans. Your waitress at the Collinsport Inn. Love this theme music by the way.

#dark shadows #kathryn leigh scott #collinsport #1960's

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willie-loomis-deserves-love · 4 years

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The Collinsport Inn

Landmarks of Collinsport

When we as strangers sought Their catering care, Veiled smiles bespoke their thought Of what we were. They warmed as they opined Us more than friends-- That we had all resigned For love's dear ends.

And that swift sympathy With living love Which quicks the world--maybe The spheres above, Made them our ministers, Moved them to say, "Ah, God, that bliss like theirs Would flush our day!"

And we were left alone As Love's own pair; Yet never the love-light shone Between us there! But that which chilled the breath Of afternoon, And palsied unto death The pane-fly's tune.

The kiss their zeal foretold, And now deemed come, Came not: within his hold Love lingered numb. Why cast he on our port A bloom not ours? Why shaped us for his sport In after-hours?

As we seemed we were not That day afar, And now we seem not what We aching are. O severing sea and land, O laws of men, Ere death, once let us stand As we stood then!

“At An Inn” ~ Thomas Hardy

#dark shadows #collinsport #collinsport inn #poetry #thomas hardy #at an inn

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nightofsnarkshadows · 6 years

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finally, the return of my favorite character: collinsport inn clerk

#aleph null #snark shadows #dark shadows #dark shadows episode 7 #maggie evans #collinsport inn clerk #dark shadows the beginning #dark shadows season 1

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notmanagingmymischief · 3 years

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𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕖 𝔹𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕, 𝔸𝕝𝕞𝕒 ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕖 | 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕟𝕖. - 𝕀𝕀

told y'all you'd get more chapters lmao I'm just very motivated for some reason dbsjhafkj

Alma is introduced just barely at the end of this chapter, just hinted at, but you'll be getting actual interaction between her, Angie, and y/n next chapter (which very well might be today as well lmao)

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣

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Since your first day in Collinsport, you hadn't had any lengthy interactions with Angie. You'd seen her around, of course, waved to her a few times or said hi as she drove by (the townspeople's actions seemed to have a bigger influence on you than you thought). But you hadn't had a proper conversation for nearly five days. You couldn't say you weren't disappointed; Angie was fascinating, and yet there was something strange about her. She had this air of importance, but it felt...off. Something about her just felt off. Maybe it was simply your imagination, maybe her flirtatious ways were so unfamiliar to you that you assumed she must have some nefarious intent. So you brushed it off pretty quickly.

Today you were browsing the record shop, always a sucker for some good music. You hadn't brought your record player along, for obvious reasons, but once you got home you hoped that you'd be able to use it if you found some good records on your trip. Gentle hands brushed over the hundreds of sleeves housed on these shelves, meticulously organized and sorted by genre and artist, until you reached the Rolling Stones section. Again, you were a total sucker for the Stones, so you eagerly began searching through the disks in hope of finding something you'd like. Your eyes sparked with joy when you caught sight of Exile on Main St, a fairly recent album having only been released a few months prior in May.

Not wasting a moment, you snatched it up and cradled it to your chest delicately, debating on whether or not you could look for a second or if you wanted to save your money for something more important; like food. In the end you sighed and decided to just purchase the one, and headed towards the counter. But as you looked down at the record, appreciating the album cover art, you bumped into someone else and stumbled backwards. Your head shot up, an apology on your tongue, and met the eyes of a pretty young lady, seemingly in her late teens, also holding what looked to be a RS album. You still apologized, but did comment on her choice of record, saying "I like that one, it's really good." The girl scowled at you and snarked "Yeah, I know."

But then her features softened slightly and she said, nicer, "Yours is good too. I'm Carolyn Stoddard." You smiled and reached to shake her hand, saying "Nice to meet you Carolyn. I'm y/n l/n." Carolyn took your hand, shaking it easily and giving you a casual smile. The two of you promised to meet again, maybe bond over your shared interest in similar music, before you finally walked over and checked out, leaving the store with a quick smile and thanks to the cashier. Your record tucked snugly in your arms, you began to walk down the street, simply enjoying the sun and sounds of nature for a while before you would head back to the Inn to drop off your purchase and go eat. You'd taken quite a liking to that old diner you'd visited on your first day; the food was good and the workers, just like everyone else, were quite nice.

As you strolled along, not much really interested you until a flash of red caught your eye. Automatically, you turned towards it, foolishly thinking that it could have been the person you'd been hoping to encounter again, but it was just a cotton candy stand. You didn't let yourself be disappointed; you'd known the woman for less than a few hours, you had absolutely no right to be that eager to see her again. But your shoulders still sagged a little bit as you turned back the way you came, planning to head to the Inn.

"What, not even a hello?"

Oh. You spun on your heel, trying not to look so excited at the sound of her voice, but you could tell you probably failed as Angie's lips quirked into a victorious smirk. You held your record a tad tighter and quickly said "Oh, hello Angie. I didn't notice you." You put on a polite smile, watching Angie take a few more steps forward as she hummed and purred "I see. Too busy looking for me to see me right in front of you, hm?" You blushed brightly; so she'd seen that. Of course she'd seen it. What else could be expected from someone like her. You coughed awkwardly and mumbled "I don't know what you're talking about," looking down at the suddenly quite interesting sidewalk. A moment later familiar heels appeared in your vision just before your head was tilted up again. Your breath hitched at the close proximity of your face to Angie's and she murmured "I can tell when you're lying to me, doll."

The nickname was dished out so casually you could have almost believed she didn't even think about it, but you knew better. You figured that she knew exactly how to fluster you with just a glance. The woman didn't let go of your chin for much too long, simply observing you from the new closeness this position provided her. You did the same, eyes grazing over her every feature; sharp cheekbones and jawline, perfect brows, a scarily symmetrical face in general. Her eyes, from a distance, looked crystal, even ice blue, but now you could see that they had little bits of darker cobalt and maybe some teal. Unnaturally pale skin that made her eyes pop even more and lips painted ruby red topped off her appearance and left you quite warm.

Angie had finished her search of your face long before you did, but watched in amusement as your eyes tracked across her face, and didn't miss the way your eyes lingered on her lips that pulled into a grin. This is what finally snapped you out of your thoughts and you immediately let out a little breath and stepped back, pulling out of Angie's hold. The place where her fingers had rested tingled with electricity and you absently brushed your thumb over it as you tried to collect yourself. After a second you mumbled an apology, and Angie chuckled, waving it off easily. An awkward pause followed, at least it was awkward for you, until you finally said "Well I was just--just heading back to drop this off," you gestured to your record. "So I won't take up anymore of your time." Yet Angie just shook her head and replied "Let me take you to lunch. My schedule is clear for the next..." she checked her watch for a moment; "Two hours."

The offer made you blush yet again, and you were quick to deny her, but the blonde simply wasn't taking no for an answer as she approached you and wrapped her arm around your waist, guiding you towards the Inn with ease, muttering "Nonsense. I insist." You felt it a bad idea to deny her again so you just swallowed dryly and gave her a meek nod. As you walked past people, you got quite a few looks, none hostile but all of which made you terribly nervous. Not everyone got the honor of being the attention of Miss Popularity, especially not people like you, or at least you assumed. You unconsciously crossed your arms across your chest again and curled in on yourself slightly, but within an instant Angie had used her free hand to gently push your shoulders back, mumbling "Stand up straight, darling. There's no need to be nervous." Oh yeah, easy for her to say, such a naturally confident person had no trouble keeping face in public.

Apparently you had said this aloud, as Angie let out an actual laugh and her fingers tightened slightly on your waist as she replied "Oh trust me, it wasn't always like this." The answer confused you, but you kept silent. No need to embarrass yourself further by asking unnecessary questions. The rest of the walk was spent in silence, and finally you arrived at the Inn, entering quickly and trying to ignore the way Lydia looked between you and Angie with raised eyebrows and a knowing smile. You mumbled "I'll be right back. You can--can stay here if you want." Angie hummed and unwound her arm from you, allowing you to skitter away and to your room. As soon as you were out of earshot, Lydia called out "Got yourself another one, Angie?" The blonde hummed and replied "I'm not sure. There's something strange about this one."

Lydia nodded and said a quiet "Ah." but minded her own business, though she still watched out of the corner of her eye as you returned and Angie immediately pulled you to her side yet again before walking the two of you outside. The old woman had seen her fair share of Angelique Bouchard, knew her reputation of finding girls to seduce, sleep with, and promptly drop. Lydia felt absolutely terrible for every one of them, the way Angie made them feel special only to leave them as easily as she found them. And Angie did have a point, there was something different about you, something that wasn't seen around these parts, so the woman was quite worried that Angie would do her usual and leave you heartbroken. She knew when to leave well enough alone, especially when it came to Angie, but she was prepared to try and make you feel better when the blonde undoubtedly walked away.

Meanwhile, you and Angie were sitting at the same booth which you had properly met for the first time, finishing ordering your food before falling into silence yet again. This time Angie didn't let it linger for too long, requesting "Tell me about yourself, y/n." You looked up from the table, meeting the blonde's eyes for a moment before having to look away. "I mean I'm really not that interesting...." Not having it, Angie prompted further, stating "Oh, surely you've got something. You have a partner of some sort?" Oh, she wasn't pulling any punches today huh. Carefully, you responded "Oh, no. I'm quite single." A disbelieving look crossed Angie's face and she remarked "Oh, surely you must have someone. Someone who looks as good as you must have boys falling over themselves to get with you." You laughed, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly as you muttered "Oh, I'm--I'm not really....oh goodness..."

Completely unsure of how to word it, you eventually settled on "I prefer the company of women. If you...if you know what I mean." A perfect brow cocked and a satisfied smirk pulled at Angie's lips, and you could swear her eyes darkened a shade as she purred "I see. Interesting." She paused, "And, just between you and me...I share the same inclinations." That was all she said before she leaned back in her seat, allowing you to mull her words over in your head. Okay, so she liked girls, you figured as much if the way she was acting towards you was anything to go by. Eventually you nodded, but that's all you got before your food arrived and you chose to focus on that instead of the gorgeous blonde in front of you. Who, by the way, kept her eyes on you nearly every second, only breaking away to greet someone, before returning to you.

It made you...self conscious, to say the least, but you had to admit it was a nice feeling to have the attention of someone like her, someone who would normally never even spare you a glance. Still, you did take a chance and casually mentioned "It's rude to stare, Angie," as you finally met her gaze with your own, and though it was faint, you swore for a split second a slight flush rose to the skin of her neck, just above the cut of her blouse. But it was gone before you could think about it and Angie replied "Can you blame me? You are quite nice to look at, sweetheart." Though you were beginning to get used to her endearments and flirting, you were still not immune to the blush and slight stutter that came to you whenever it happened.

You stayed silent for a moment before telling her "Oh please, I'm nothing special. Not compared to you." It was a genuine comment, and Angie actually smiled, not smirked, for the first time since you'd met her. It was a nice expression and you couldn't help but stare at her; "You should smile more. It--It's nice." You whispered, looking away sheepishly when the other woman's head tilted to the side in question. You were quite confusing to her; one moment you were red-faced and shy, the next you were telling her how nice she looked. It was something she wasn't quite used to, being genuinely complimented; usually she was the one doing such a thing. And it gave her real pause, finally looking at you, not just your body. She began to notice more of the details like how your nose scrunched up when you laughed, and the way your eyes sparkled when you were excited.

Through the next few days, Angie found herself thinking about you quite a bit, the time she wasn't with you decreasing drastically as she found almost any reason to spend it with you. She watched you carefully, took note of all the things you liked, and eventually you began to actually open up to her, telling her about your life back home, what you enjoyed doing in your free time, what you were going to school for. Anything and everything, you would give Angie little tidbits of your life. At some point you had even made an advancement of your own, though you probably didn't see it as one; almost two weeks into your trip you two were walking through town and something caught your eye that excited you, and without thinking you had grasped Angie's hand tightly and pointed it out, exclaiming "Angie, look!"

The blonde hadn't looked, not really, because she was too caught up in the way your hand felt in hers as you bounced on your heels, a wide grin stretching across your features before you pulled her forward to look at whatever it was that you had seen. You didn't let go of her hand for a while, until you finally registered that you had grabbed it, at which point you sprung back with a rushed apology that Angie dismissed with a quiet "It's fine," the flirtatious edge gone from her voice for a moment before she finally snapped her usual attitude back into place and smirked down at you, asking "You planning on buying it?" It had brought a blush to your face and you quickly spluttered "Oh heavens no. I could never afford something like that." It turned out to be a ring; a blue crystal of some sort, sapphire perhaps, set in delicate band of silver inlayed with what looked to be a pattern of vines.

It looked expensive, so you had resigned to only being able to look at it through the glass case it sat in, but Angie had remembered that ring, had remembered the look in your eyes as you glanced at it one last time before looking back at Angie with a smile and pulling her away again. And as Angie sat in her office, filling out some paperwork, her mind drifted to that day, and as soon as she got off work for the day she returned to that store. It was the only jewelry shop in Collinsport; they didn't have need of them around there. And Angie bought the ring. Not even glancing at the price, as usual, she purchased the thing and slipped it into her pocket, thanking the store owner with a curt nod and walking out. She had no clue where to find you, and stalled outside the shop for a minute before choosing to check the Inn first.

She asked Lydia if she knew where you were off to, earning a small chuckle but no help, as the old woman said "No, dear, I'm afraid not. She left a few hours ago." Angie hummed, frowning but thanking Lydia for her time and once again returning outside. With no leads as to where to look, the blonde resigned to waiting until tomorrow, catching you early before you left the Inn. So she returned to her car, unlocking it and opening the door, preparing to get in. But she happened to look up before she did, and froze. There you were, but you weren't alone. No, not alone at all. You leaned against a wall, and in front of you was another woman. Angie couldn't see her face, since her back was towards her, but she could tell she was tall, thin, and weirdly old fashioned. Her hairstyle felt like something more suitable for the 40s or 50s, and the outfit she wore must have been terribly warm with it's dark colors.

But Angie's eyes didn't linger on the stranger for long, instead hyperfocusing on you; you were smiling widely, your cheeks were flushed and you were visibly enamored by this woman. Angie's hand tightened around the door handle until it hurt, and her eyes flared. Whoever this person was, she seemed all too comfortable around you, and Angie simply couldn't allow that. She had you first, and she'd be damned if you got snatched away from her.

𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣

#angelique bouchard #angelique bouchard x reader #angie bouchard x reader #dark shadows #eva green #eva green x reader #fanfiction #romance #eventual polyamorous #x reader #fem!reader #lesbian #lgbtq #wlw #two is better than one

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whatithinkaboutdarkshadows · 2 years

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Episode 79: I'll hate you in public

Episode 79: I’ll hate you in public

Problem child David Collins enters the restaurant at the Collinsport Inn. Mrs Sarah Johnson, longtime housekeeper to the late Bill Malloy, is confronting dashing action hero Burke Devlin, declaring that he is to blame for Bill’s death. David angrily defends Burke. Burke whisks him out of the restaurant into the hotel lobby. Screenshot by Dark Shadows Before I Die Little does David know that the…

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#burke devlin #collinsport inn #dark shadows #dark shadows before i die #david collins #david henesy #mitchell ryan #restaurant at the collinsport inn

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tortoisesshells · 2 months

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Fic title ask game:

How Do You Take Your Coffee?

North of Dreams

The Ghost Clinic

Thank you for the ask, kind friend!

How Do You Take Your Coffee? - hmm, a 5+1 type fic about the regular coffee orders of patrons of the Collinsport Inn, and what they usually talk to Maggie Evans about while they're nursing their morning joe - or bolting it. Maggie's known everyone for years, anyway. Have their orders changes through time, or before and after major events in their lives - her father, before and after her mother's death? Burke, before and after his prison sentence? Laura, before and after she went away?

North of Dreams - Elizabeth and Barbossa on the way to World's End in PotC:AWE: the trials of navigating to a place that you have to be completely lost to find in the first place. Barbossa understands the interplay of the mythical and the mundane through stories better than anyone else; Elizabeth is very convinced of the power of stories, but not, perhaps, as a navigational tool.

The Ghost Clinic - Mercy Street as a ghosthunting (or mythbusting, occasionally) show and not a Civil War medical drama: Jed & Samuel are the main personalities in front of the camera - they're still medical-adjacent (I'm not quite sure how. this is not a practically considered fic.)? which comes in handy considering the endless lists of allegedly haunted hospitals, sanitariums, asylums, etc. that they're called upon to investigate. Charlotte and Mary are behind the camera - Charlotte the director, maybe? Mary in charge of something in production, or background research? I think the fic would specifically follow the making of one specific episode - I'd probably make up an ACW-adjacent hospital or convalescent area, purely for the sake of keeping the show on-subject. (obviously, the place is haunted. possibly by Henry.)

Send me a made-up fic title (or 2 or 3) and I’ll tell you what I would write to go with it.

#ask meme #polkaknox talks #my fic #... sorta #i obviously can never write North of Dreams because writing Barbossa is something i have a deep-seated existential fear of. but.

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widowshill · 8 months

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DOSSIER: NATHAN FORBES

studies in: Caribbean fuckboys, greed wed to desire (perhaps they are one and the same), militant hubris, the written record vs. the oral history

RELATIONSHIPS

PHYSICAL TRAITS

PERSONALITY

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#➤ lieutenant nathan forbes. ┊ to death，the best of all possible worlds.

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escapetodreamworld · 3 years

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where magic leads chapter 4 sneak peek

notes, its mostly dialogue right now but I thought I’d share it. I haven’t written Angelique before now so let me know if I’m doing okay. I’ve written 80% of chapter 4 so far just a little more to do then I’ll post on my Ao3

"I'm checking out." I say, to the elderly man behind the desk. Placing the room key on the desk.

"Alright, just give me a minute." He say continuing his tasks.

"Did you enjoy your trip to Collinsport?" Someone says behind me. I turn around and see a beautiful blonde, I immediately recognize her as Angelique Bouchard. The lady that man warned me about on my first day here.

"Yes, so far it's been quite interesting." I tell her.

"So far? Aren't you checking out?" She questions, cocking her head to the side and raising her eyebrow. Holy shit that's hot

"Yes, but I'm staying somewhere else." I explain, Smiling.

"There isn't another inn or motel in town." She says. I see her eyes running up and down my body.

"I'll be staying family the remainder of my trip." I say.

"Why didn't you stay with them the entire time?" She asks. Okay she might be hot but that's just nosy.

"Frankly that's none of your damn business." I snap. Which only causes her to raise both eyebrows, amused. She smirks.

#angelique bouchard #angelique bouchard x reader #Dark Shadows

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essexcttour · 3 years

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The area of Essex called Essex Village was originally named Potapoug Point, or Big Point, by the Nahantic tribe. It was laid out as a part of the original Saybrook colony in 1648. It bordered the Connecticut River with two large coves on either side. There were three original families: the Pratts, the Hides, and the Lays. The Lays took the northern parts, the Pratts the middle acres, and the Hides the southern acres. In 1722 the settlers were given the right to form a Congregation Church, which was located in Center-Brooke, the original “social center” of what is now the Town of Essex. Main Street on the "point" was not laid out until 1748, and up to that time only a few people resided here.

By the middle of the 18th century, however, the focus was already moving to Potapoug Point, or Essex Village as we now know it, where shipbuilding was beginning to offer an alternate occupation to farming. The building of the ship “Oliver Cromwell” in 1775/76 by Captain Uriah Hayden could be considered the pivotal change in the local economy. The Oliver Cromwell was the first ship commissioned and financed by the Colony of Connecticut and the largest one launched in the river valley up to that time. The Town of Essex itself was split from Old Saybrook, and was incorporated in 1854, and in 1859, the villages of Centerbrook and Ivoryton were added. Shipbuilding remained a main economic force until the 1870s.

1. The Essex Town Green was originally the site of three homes. The Town Green borders Middle Cove and looks out onto Thatchbed Island.

2. The Gamaliel Conklin House, a center chimney, colonial style home with a steeply pitched roof, was built in 1800. Conklin, along with Jesse Murray, was a supplier of masts, blocks, and gear for the shipbuilding industry. 20 Main Street.

3. Next door is the Jesse Murray house, built in 1805, is in the Federal Style. 22 Main Street.

4. Uriah Hayden House. 24 Main Street. Uriah was the man most responsible for establishing a formal shipbuilding industry in Essex. Meigs Lane was once a pentway. This house was modeled after the new Baptist church, built by Jeremiah Gladding, in the “Egyptian style.” Additions have been added since.

5. 26 Main Street. Cape house on water. 1803.

6. The Noah Pratt house, 28 Main Street. Built in 1805 on land original known as Cornfield point. The house was sold to Uriah Hayden in 1817 and remained in the Hayden family until 1977. It now houses Commercial offices.

7. 30 Main Street, at the corner of Parker Lane, was erected in 1840 for Judge William Phelps. It was later owned by Dr. Charles H. Hubbard (1836-1908), who practiced in Essex for nearly forty-eight years. He also held various town offices and was the executor for the estate of Capt. Isaiah Pratt (1814-1879), who had left money for a new high school. Dr. Hubbard successfully challenged a stipulation in the will that would have limited enrollment to the children of parents who were members of the First Congregational Church. He continued as a trustee and leader of the new school for many years. Hubbard Field in Essex is named for him. The barn in back is newly constructed. Considered Greek Revival.

8. 32 Main Street. 1799. Grover L’Hommedieu (1741-1841) was one of the patriot militiamen who became refugees from Long Island to Connecticut after the Battle of Long Island in 1776 during the Revolutionary War. He settled in Norwich and in 1797 leased land from Samuel Lay in Essex. There he erected the town’s first ropewalk. Around that time he also erected the house at 32 Main Street in Essex. It was later occupied by his son Ezra L’Hommedieu (1772-1860), a ship-carver who invented the double-podded center screw auger, which he patented in 1809. Grover’s daughter Sarah (Sally) married Ebenezer Hayden II, the town’s leading merchant. In 1802, Grover L’Hommedieu sold the ropewalk to his partner, Ebenezer’s son, Jared. In 1815, the L’Hommedieu House was purchased by another member of the Hayden family, John G. Hayden.

9. The L’ Hommedieu Ropewalk. Essex had two ropewalks, in different locations, at different times. L'Hommideau had "lately erected" a frame that was 15' wide by 60 rods (1000') long that ran on the north side of Main Street. This meant it ran from the west side of the current "Glass Basket" building to where Essex Square is today. There was a 20' wide "store" at the west end of this ropewalk, and the land rent was 4 pounds per year. Main Street followed a different path at that time, being located roughly halfway between current Main and Pratt Streets, and there was no Essex Square or North Main Street then. Grover was allowed to have a "copper"(large tar kettle) and a capstan for winding rope on the north side of this structure, although these were on Lay property. This "frame" was said to be "open," indicating it probably had a roof, but no sidewalls. Consequently, it was probably operated on a seasonal basis. It was torn down in 1814.

10. The Griswold Inn, oldest continuously operating Inn in America is at at 36 Main Street. The Griswold Inn is the most famous landmark building in Essex. A sign at the Inn states that the Griswold House was built by Sala Griswold in 1776. It originally stood near the shipyard and was moved to its current location on Main Street to become part of the house constructed by Richard Hayden in 1801. Hayden’s house was the first three-story building in the lower Connecticut River Valley. Around the same time, Richard’s two brothers, John G. and Amasa Hayden, built houses on either side (they are now part of the Griswold Inn complex, the Amasa Hayden House being the Inn’s annex). Hayden sold his house to Ethan Bushnell in 1806, moving to a new brick house nearby. Ethan Bushnell turned his home into a tavern. A former schoolhouse on the property, built in 1738, was attached to the house, possibly to serve as a kitchen (it is now the taproom). After the Burning of the ships in 1812, it notoriously served and housed British soldiers. The Tavern was inherited by Bushnell’s children in 1849 and passed through a variety of owners over the years, probably acquiring the name Griswold House during the period it was owned by Emory Morse of Wallingford in the 1870s and 1880.

The Griswold Inn starred in Halmark’s “Christmas at Pemberley Manor” movie. And had a role in the 70’s Dark Shadows series as the Collinsport Inn. Owned by only six families. Currently owned by Geoff Paul, who lives in Champlin Square.

12. Richard Hayden house/ Hayden rectory. 1806. Richard Hayden, an Essex shipbuilder and merchant, built the first brick house in town in 1806. He had earlier lived in the house which is now the Griswold Inn. Hayden was head of the Hayden Shipyard and he built a ship’s chandlery in 1813, which was later moved across Main Street. During the War of 1812, he built a privateer schooner, the Black Prince, which he advertised in New York. This was one of the causes of the British Raid on Essex in 1814, which led to serious financial losses for Hayden, who died two years later. His widow and children remained in the Federal-style house until 1833, when Richard Hayden’s cousin, Samuel Hayden, bought the house. In 1894, Samuel’s daughter, Mary Tucker, left the house and furniture to St. John’s Episcopal Parish and was the church’s rectory until 2013.

13. Noah Tooker house. 1728. At corner of Novelty Lane. May have faced the river, then turned when the rectory was built. Several other houses in Essex were built to face the river and remain so sited today.

14. The Ebenezer Hayden II (the first Ebenezer Hayden was a brother who was born earlier but had died) probably built his Georgian and Federal style house, located on Main Street in Essex, in stages in the late 1790s. The doorway, featuring a semi-circular fanlight window, may have been added around 1800. The Hayden House was the first home in the lower Connecticut River Valley to have a hipped roof, which may have been constructed by the noted builder Thomas Hayden of Windsor and shipped down the river in sections to be placed on the building. The Ebenezer Hayden House is the third home up from the river and one of many homes built by members of the Hayden family in the vicinity of the Hayden Shipyard. Ebenezer II married Sarah, the daughter of Grover L’Hommideau, who had created the town’s first ropewalk.

15. Foot of Main, the Hayden-Starkey Store, at 48 Main Street in Essex, was only the second brick building in town when it was built in 1809. A warehouse and ships store, or chandlery, it was constructed by Samuel and Ebenezer Hayden, sons of Capt. Uriah Hayden, and was situated between their two residences. Their cousin, Richard Hayden, had recently built his house, Essex’s first brick building, nearby. Timothy Starkey, Jr., the Hayden brothers’ brother-in-law, became their partner in 1810. It is said that the British destroyed ropewalk and took merchandise from this store during their raid on Essex in 1814. Remaining in the Hayden family for many years, the building became a residence in 1856.

16. Uriah and Ann’s Inn. Now the Dauntless Boat Club. Built in 1776, this important structure was the homestead and tavern of shipbuilder Uriah and Ann Hayden. The Oliver Cromwell ship was built in his shipyard to the south of the house in 1776. The front yard has been filled in. To the southeast on Middle cove shore, where the Essex Corinthian Yacht club, Essex Yacht club, and Novelty Lane now stand, was the location of the Old Shoddy Mill, a wood turning factory which burned down in 1900. It was once owned by Thomas Dickinson, who went on to found the Witch Hazel factory.

17. Dickinson Boathouse, built by E.E. Dickinson of Witch hazel factory fame in the 1920’s. It replaced a West Indies warehouse that was built in 1753 and torn down in 1918. The building is now in privately owned.

18. Burning of the ships. The embargo that President Thomas Jefferson passed, followed by the British blockade of the Connecticut River during the War of 1812, impacted the shipbuilding industry of the town. The leading boat builders were converting their merchant ships into privateers in the hope of bringing home some of the spoils of war, but this act backfired. On the morning of April 8, 1814, 137 British marines and sailors, under the command of Captain Richard Coote, raided Potapoug Point and destroyed 28 ships with a value of $200,000. Of which, $60,000 was lost by the Haydens. The disaster, one of the few invasions and occupation of US. soil by a foreign power, is celebrated almost every year in Essex with a parade. It was, after all, the greatest financial loss suffered by the American side during the War of 1812. Why was there no real resistance by the Potapaug Militia, either during the initial attack, or during the British retreat? The head of this force lived in a home on the lefthand side of Main Street, close to the shore. There is strong suspicion that he agreed not to oppose the raiding force, in return for their promise not to harm homes or residents. Recently uncovered minutes of the local Masonic Lodge add greatly to this speculation for George Jewett, the Militia commander, was also Master of the Lodge. Captain Richard Coote, the person in command of the British, who had apparently spared the ships of one Judea Pratt of New City Street, due to Masonic influence, could undoubtedly have "cut a similar deal" with fellow Freemason Jewett.

One immediate result of the raid was the demise of the old 1797 ropewalk, and a new larger one built 200 feet to the north. This change set for current street layout and appearance of Essex. Up until then, most commercial activity in Essex Village had centered in Champlin Square, with the Pratt Smithy and Ebenezar Hayden Store.

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