just wanted to let you all know that even though i don’t write over here anymore i still love and support you all <3 :*
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As someone who wanted to ensure that EVERYBODY was having a nice time, it wasn’t hard for her to notice that Riff WAS NOT enjoying himself. The glittering groupie made her way over to him, her NORMAL ATTIRE swapped out in the place of a Santa’s helper outfit she had purchased in light of their Christmas party. ❝ Can I help you with anything ??? ❞ she asked with the SLIGHTEST tilt of her head, the bell attached to the end of her head jingling with the movement. She KNEW one of the reasons this was unpleasant for him was the EXTRA WORK, so perhaps if she helped he could begin to enjoy himself. Though that seemed FOOLISHLY OPTIMISTIC even in her own mind.
His grotesque gaze stares hard at her for a very long moment before he scoffs emptily and looks away. It was obvious that he wasn’t going to try and do anything to spare her feelings from the blunt of his honesty tonight -- after all, it was all her fault that Christmas was a thing to Transylvanians, really. And Riff could be not-petty and actually allow Columbia to help him with the heap of chores he had been assigned instead of ACTUALLY BEING PETTY, but you know what? Let’s be petty, it’s Christmas.
“No.” He says with finality, and turns away.
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Everything is loud and bright and CROWDED and Rocky doesn’t understand any of it. Typical, though. He could count the number of things about this place he understands on one hand. He just wants to get somewhere quiet.
He manages to slip away from the center of the mess (aside from a few passing gropes, no one seem to be paying much attention to him anyways) and towards the edges, where the chaos is a little less overwhelming- and oh, look, it’s that guy who terrifies him.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He stands frozen where he is, trapped between two unenviable situations; he stares at Riff, glances back at the party, and eventually attempts an awkward sidestep out from this unhappy medium. It’s probably important that he get away before Frank knows he’s going.
He glances once to the person who appeared beside him and then has to do a double take. In just that one second, Riff’s irritation seems to triple, and he makes it obvious for the poor creature: rolls his eyes, relaxes his shoulders, scoffs beneath his breath. PATHETIC, how utterly pathetic it was to see Rocky wandering around like this. A pinnacle of science, frightened by a Christmas party. How awfully sad.
Indeed, it wasn’t because Riff disliked Rocky. If anything, he was protective of him, in a sick, twisted way. But he was aware he was as abusive as Frank, in this regard, although it was not a comparison that he’d like to consciously make lest he get angry.
-- But hey. Here’s a chance to slip away from all of the din in the form of a hot man. Nice.
Bony fingers grab the other by his stark contrast of a not-bony wrist and he turns abruptly, pulling the muscle man. “Follow me.” He commands, reverting back to the tone of voice that he would use if he was actually doing his work here as a General like he was originally supposed to.
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christmas. another of earth’s TRADITIONS that the domestic had come to DESPISE && one that the castle had been – unfortunately – introduced to by columbia the year that she’d arrived here. it meant naught, but mess for the transylvanian, more so than usual && one’s that the master wouldn’t allow her to complete as NONCHALANTLY as she often so came to. albeit, she was in the utmost glad that her brother shared her ideals as && when it came to this POINTLESS earthling holiday, soured faced as they stood beside the GUESTS that frank had invited over for the occasion. so it was WORDLESSLY that the bottle of wine – that she’d so graciously HELPED herself to earlier that evening – was passed to riff raff, for they needed SOMETHING if they were to make it through this without incident.
Sullen eyes glance boredly in his sister’s direction as the bottle, shining with the reflection of green and red Christmas lights, is passed in his direction. Gloved hands curl around the bottle, and gingerly does the handyman take a sip. Alas, he cannot even allow himself to get drunk, thanks to his dreaded responsibility. You know, he was a leader, once. A general who was responsible and smart and straight-backed. But now he was a slouching servant who only wanted to scratch at authority and wither away in a corner where he felt as though he’d have some grasp on free will.
But again I say alas. Even the corners were occupied with pine trees an glittering ornaments and, oh goodness, presents.
He hands the bottle back to her and, in just one meeting with her eyes, communicates all of the anger and irritation brewing beneath the surface. It was one of their famous sibling moments, really.
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so, the tiny grump may not like christmas, but i do !! and i want to say that i know that this year has been absolutely terrible on every single front, but to whomever’s struggling, hang in there !! i’m always here for you to talk to, not matter what. and regardless of what you celebrate, i hope every single one of you has an absolutely amazing day, because you all deserve that and so much more !! happy holidays and here’s to a better new year !! now, to spread some cheer, here are some people that have made this year a better one <3
YOU’RE LUCKY, HE’S LUCKY !!
@itstoll - zach, what can i say ?? you know how much that i absolutely adore you and your riff raff !! you’re a phenomenal writer and capture such a difficult character with effortlessness. i love writing with you and angsting it up whenever we get the chance to, each and every reply is a joy to read, no matter how much it hurts. here’s to more to come, i hope you have a wonderful day, my darling !!
@domestiiic / @rcsetinted - julia !! honestly, i never thought that i’d find somebody whom loves the space daughter as much as i do, but you do and i love it !! your portrayal of magenta always leaves me wishing that i could read more, i just love it so much and i’m so glad that we get to inflict the utmost pain™ with those threads we have. and the pure bean that is columbia, i’m one hundred percent certain that you are her, you just write her with such flawlessness. && just thank you for being awesome, have an amazing day, lovely !!
@doublefeaturre - swid, oh, gosh, i love each and every single one of your muses, let me just tell you. you put so much thought and time into all of them and it’s an absolute joy to see. our threads constantly break my heart in the best possible way, but i wouldn’t have it any other way. here’s to more angst in the new year, have a lovely day, my darling !!
@makesyovcry - kaiya, eddie and magenta may fight like cat and dog, but i love your eddie and i’m convinced now that you are actually eddie von scott and there’s not a soul that can tell me otherwise. you care about eddie so much and it’s so great to see !! i hope to write with you so much more in the future, keep being amazing, lovely and have a joyous day !!
@bxthory - never would i thought that i’d ship elizabeth and magenta, but here i am and i’m absolutely, one hundred percent in love with them !! your writing is absolutely phenomenal and i’m so glad that i get to write with you. you’re always a joy to see on my dashboard, your posts never cease to make me smile. thank you for being awesome and here’s to more of these two in the future. have a sensational day, my darling !!
I’M LUCKY, WE’RE ALL LUCKY !! ( more people that i absolutely adore !! )
@brainsplitter, @moondrenched, @blessmysovl, @meddlingheels, @variedintuitions, @scottiish, @notnaiiive, @brokenragdoll, @mistressmxleficent, @worserthoughts, @nxmphe && to everyone that i follow, i love you all so, so much !! thank you for making this year so much better, love from magenta and shannon <3
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im not saying riff raff told columbia that santa isnt real but,
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bread
laverne cox (via blessmysovl)
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Well, it’s Christmas. Christmas, a.k.a, a time for Riff Raff to guide away drunken Transylvanians, clean up spilled alcohol (and, occasionally, vomit), make sure nothing gets tilted out of place, make sure nothing catches on fire, make sure everything in the Frankenstein Place is prim, proper, and by-the-books perfect for a humanly Christmas. If he didn’t, he was sure Frank would do something stupid like smash a glass over his head or electrocute him with Christmas lights. But y’know, maybe being dead or gravely wounded would mean he wouldn’t have to put up with Earth’s stupid-ass confusing traditions another year.
-- No. Yeah. Riff hates Christmas. And its easy to tell by the way he’s scowling by the side of a crowd of laughing Transylvanians.
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justtoliveoneday:
▒ ❝ i love my S I S T E R more than
anything in this LIFE
i will choose H E R happiness
over MINE every time ! ❞ █ ▌
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I heard
a dark prediction
rising in my own body.
Louise Glück, excerpt of Saint Joan (via soracities)
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i was born annoyed
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in just! seven! days!!! ......... i can make you! [inhales] [screams] a MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN
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