#widowshill

[devilagent]

THANK YOU @widowshill FOR GETTING NICHOLAS THE BLACK CAT BADGE I OWE U MY LIFE

#ooc. #im soooo happies ;__;!!! #my hands cramped too much to get it on my own #*SOBBING* #widowshill

[retrograderesemblance]

try + carolyn stoddard? 👀👀

SEND TRY + A CHARACTER YOU’D LIKE TO SEE ME ( ATTEMPT ) TO WRITE ! // @widowshill

The record player blared loudly and she wondered for half a breath if she'd go deaf; she almost wished to go deaf; maybe then it would finally drown out the incessant pestering of her cousin, of his keeper titled oh so irritatingly as a governess. It was old-fashioned, all of it; some days she could hardly stand it.

Carolyn pouted, leaning more so out her windowsill, trying to perch her hips so she could almost sit at the window's edge. The air of night was crisp and cold, but however much heat she let escape her bedroom, she cared little. She was preoccupied, an unlit cigarette balanced between her lips, her brow scrunched in concentration as she struck match to box again and again until--

Finally.

Cupping her stolen indulgence, trying to mask it from the evening breeze lest the fire blow out, she found her enjoyment squelched as she began choking, the first breath of smoke like a pair of hands clamping around her throat, suffocating her. Sputtering, she coughed dryly into her fist, mindful to keep her balance all the while before she observed the glowing embers at the end of the cigarette.

It was time to grow up, she could all but hear her mother's words echoed in her thoughts, yet Carolyn couldn't help herself from thinking that perhaps she would run away one day her age could be damned only she needed a bit of practice first.

Bringing the cigarette back to her lips, she inhaled.

#attempt a character meme #widowshill #// bwuah :33 this was fun!

[dying-suffering-french-stalkers]

trick or treat ! <- he's a cat. i'm a vicki.

I'm just Ken ✌️

You receive: Joan serving

#widowshill #asks #dash games #halloween #dark shadows #elizabeth collins stoddard

[quitethepirategal]

OOOOH Y'ALL WE HAVE SOME SERIOUS DRAMA!!! Two betrayals in one day!!! What happened here?!

Only hours ago the Smee / Harry / Roger / Esme / Anne party was merry and singing and tightly knit. But this morning they decide to split up and gather resources, leaving Harry and Esme to watch the camp. This would prove to be a poor choice, as the volatile Harry and stubborn Esme have no real trust in each other yet. It's unclear who started it or what went down but a fistfight began, ending in poor Esme's ( @emcads ) demise. Anne finds a cave. Mr. Smee runs into trouble, but Nathan hasn't the moxy to kill a sweet old man. But Roger? He faces off with alone with Wanahton, only for Jess to drop a land mine ontop of the fight from a tree. They are both blown to smithereens ( @widowshill / @aworldofyou ) thus ends the party.

Hook leaves the girls truce and wishes them luck. They go hunting, but Hook finds himself in a fight. The previously solitary Eos and Lizze try to get the jump on him, but only Lizzie makes it out with her life ( @shiningsilverarmor ).

Marg and Elizabeth awaken to find themselves manless, and don't seem to handle it well. Whatever friendship the pair may have had is squashed by a frightened and thus very aggressive Marg. And once again, Elizabeth is alone.

#sorry i was gon for two hours a neighbor dropped by #hunger games simulator #emcads #widowshill #aworldofyou #shiningsilverarmor

[n1ghtwarden]

this you?

what the fuck is this.

#IS THIS FNAF RELATED???? #IS THIS SANS UNDERTALE??? #ooc. claireposting. #HELPABDHJSHJDHJF #widowshill #ANSWERED. missives to the night warden.

[boltlightning]

8 & 21 for the writer ask game please!

8. that hurt my own feelings to write

ah. so much. everything and all of it. allow me a throwback to a niche destiny fic from 2022, safe harbor:

“And most of all,” [Petra] interrupts, her tone swift and true as a blade, “I’m sorry you have to bear this alone. You are not alone, but you might as well be.” [...] “It is my duty,” says Wolf. She reaches out a hand, then hesitates; she swallows her pride and tentatively cups Petra's face, brushing her thumb across her cheekbone. “As Regent-Commander is yours. I owe my people this. You must understand.” Petra rests a hand on Wolf’s arm. It is not a refusal of the touch, but a gentle acknowledgement. “I do. But it doesn’t make your circumstance any easier.” “Nor yours,” she agrees. Petra says nothing to that — there is nothing left to say.

21. that i liked but had to cut

the original first chapter of landfall was fully from jack's POV, long before i decided only dragon riders would be POV characters. reading it back now, this draft was EXHAUSTIVELY explanatory of the movie events, but i did enjoy parts of it:

“On your feet,” the green-coated man says, quiet but firm. The marines in his wake quickly surround Jack. No good deed, and all that, Jack thinks sourly, as he slowly stands. One particularly well-dressed civilian goes to help the drowned woman to her feet, and fussily puts his coat around her shoulders. Based on the wig alone, Jack figures he is important, but his profile is awfully familiar — he realizes, belatedly, this is the governor of Port Royal, Governor Swann. “Elizabeth!” Swann exclaims. “Are you alright?” “Yes, yes, I’m fine,” she says, almost impatiently. Swann looks at the stay torn on the dock, then to Jack, and says, “Shoot him!” “Father!” Elizabeth objects. She turns instead to the captain in green with the medal. “Captain Norrington, and — Tempest!” she calls, raising her voice for the dragon’s benefit. “Is this necessary? Do you really intend to kill my rescuer?” Everything clicks together, to Jack’s horror. It appears he has the wonderful luck to roll into town the day of a ceremony for the Caribbean’s premiere dragon captain and his fearless steed, and instead of traipsing through undetected, he has made himself a spectacle by rescuing the governor’s daughter from impending death. Jack gives Elizabeth a close-mouthed smile, if only to keep himself from screaming at the coincidence of it all. Tempest stops lashing his tail, but his eyes do not leave Jack. Norrington watches Jack with a similar sort of suspicion, though not the same scorn. He sheathes his sword, offers Jack a hand and no smile at all, and says mildly, “I believe thanks are in order.”

excerpt asks!

#my scrap document for dragonfic stays at a consistent 1/3 of the published word count. if that says anything about my habits #lmao even #thank you bud!!! <333 #widowshill #ask game #excerpt game

[criticalfai1ure]

@widowshill sent : roger is sliding hueg a $50 oh-so-covertly. hey. you know whose car you can take apart. burke devlin’s.

hugo quickly snatching up the fifty and holding it up to the light, before shoving it into his front pocket and pulling a big wrench out from his back pocket, ❝ buddy, for that? i'll do just about anything you want. ❞

#widowshill #003 ( ❖ ) ─── interaction ( hugo van houten ). #004 ( ❖ ) ─── ( answered ). #hueg is actually just a cartoon henchman.

[godblooded]

@widowshill asked : squish, reverse - to miss handler from miss winters

she is just a normal human being just like everyone else!! ….so why does it feel like her insides are liquifying, like her body is melting, like the lights she can see have more lights in them, like the whole world is just a terrible christmas tree? the bulbs won’t stop flashing — or maybe that’s just the —

there are a pair of arms holding her up for a second. she’s not plastic anymore, and the sensation of a hug doesn’t eliminate her anxiety, not even a little, but oh. oh. there’s a feeling that floods her whole body, all those human nerves alight with warmth, and the sound of squeaky, rusty wheels fade behind her eyes. she takes in the comfort, burying her nose in victoria’s dark hair with a shuddering breath. her awareness flares fearfully but she can’t give words to the relief that follows after. she feels a sneaky smile pooling bigger and bigger.

“did i look like i needed a hug?”

she still hasn’t let go.

#ic. barbara handler. #v: barbara handler: a normal human being just like you & me. #widowshill #[uwu this got so fucking gay in .2 seconds.]

[cannotfly]

@widowshill's victoria w.inters sent: would you like a cup of coffee?

the new governess has been younger than most. younger doesn't begin to describe her. brighter is something that comes to mind occasionally, but doesn't well suit her. sometimes johanna wonders if she is a ghost. the place that she's called home for most of her life is supposedly been around since the eighteenth century. perhaps, she's a ghost come to take it back and she wishes that miss winters would. if the judge got kicked out, then he might get too distracted trying to find a new place to live and she might have a chance at running away. it's surprising that a young spirit like her has been able to survive here this long. the judge seems to squeeze the youth out of everyone who crosses over the threshold.

( she should quit and find a better job. a better place to live. a better student to teach. )

head bowed, the posture she's gotten used to when speaking to her governesses on matters unrelated to education, johanna tries at a little smile. trying to pass as unassuming as possible. miss winters doesn't seem to have the sharp gaze mrs. howe did, but people aren't beyond surprise. if she somehow senses the question she's going to ask, there's no point in asking it at all. johanna can't appear too desperate. then, she might guess why.

❝ no, thank you, but thank you for asking. it was very kind of you. ❞ slowly, johanna settles herself into a stool behind the counter. ❝ i didn't even know we had a coffee machine. do you like it? we just tend to drink tea more often so i've never really . . . ❞ no need to ramble and irritate her. ❝ um, once we're finished with everything -- ❞ which she hopes is soon ❝ -- might i go to the library? it's just down the street and i don't know if he told you but i'm allowed to go until supper and if i get all my schoolwork done. i just like to look at the books. ❞

#she is not asking to see her secret boyfriend. this is strictly Books Only. #*❈ ‣ have you decided it’s safer in cages‚ singing when you’re told? — ( interaction. ) #*❈ ‣ you sigh before your window and gaze upon the town — ( v: canon. ) #widowshill

[manyfucks]

14. which of your muses second guesses themselves the most? why? and 15. do any of your muses have trouble falling asleep / staying asleep? <333

multimuse meme - accepting. do any of your muses have trouble falling asleep / staying asleep?

muses who can't sleep + why sweeney todd, grief tyrion lannister, fate of the realm and alcohol kathryn janeway, duty, also probably had too much caffeine kim wexler, too much work not enough time malcolm tucker, has whatever brain rot thatcher had that meant she only slept 4 hours eve of eden, she spents 2 hours staring at the ceiling, thinkin house, he's solving it (the universe) muses who sleep well hilda spellman, honk shoo mimimimi robert dubois, he has one really inconvenient nightmare every now and again marcellus wallace, he's busy and needs his sleep datak tarr, he ruined your family and he sleeps like a baby. hogs the bed charles xavier, mostly gertrude robinson, starts dreaming to solve more cases madame thenardier, passed out drunk and very tired from madaming andromeda tonks, passed out drunk and very tired from raising her grandson grunkle stan, sleeps & dreams of money mimimimimuses who don't sleep - lilith, archaic demon who doesnt sleep - seven of nine, alien tech puts her in 'regeneration cycle' - alfie solomons, too much redbull, he will never sleep again

which of your muses second guesses themselves the most? why?

i am starting to realise that my muses are not generally 'second-guessing' types. most of them are ego-maniacs and completely devoted to their own goals, whatever those may be. under the cut because this got long!

i have a genre of character who second-guess their perceptions often - alfie solomons second guesses what he knows constantly because he's brilliant but paranoid, and is not afraid to change allegiances or flip the world on its head. but he does not doubt himself. house fluctuates between self-loathing and arrogance/hubris, but he does not doubt his mind. lilith doubts the reality of what she can impose (specifically when she is under the yolk of the dark lord), but she is dogged and determined to the very end. tyrion lannister similarly can doubt the things he thought were certain, so that he can see more clearly. of the characters listed, he is the one who doubts himself the most, out of resentment that was once from others, and is now in him. kim wexler has a crisis of confidence in who she has become, but when she figures out what the right thing to do, she pursues that no matter any consequences also. to compare her to someone else who goes through a similar experience but for the worse, sweeney todd was a fairly unassuming, sweet person - a traumatic event unmoors him from his life, and he commits wholly to a new life (over a period of time) that he cannot be dissuaded from. any of the complicated feelings of grief, he can sublimate into rage and revenge. the effect it takes on him, hollowing him out, is the same - but he does everything he can to avoid dealing with the tragic, mature feelings that will make him feel uncertain. instead he becomes extremely certain: the world has been bad, and now he will do as the world showed him. people who doubt themselves the most would be: robert dubois: he has been a man with a single purpose all of his life, and now that this is complicated by prison, and by being a father, he finds himself increasingly unsure of what he should do. most of his mission in TSS he spends, half-in and half-out, doubting if he is only a man like his father, or if he can be more, and better. in fact, he's certain of it - his self-doubt is a softening of his idea that he is hopelessly destructive, a cruelty to others lest they try to visit cruelty upon him. i think upon arriving back to america, he would be emboldened enough to try to take on the task of being a good father like he never had, something he actively pushed away for fear of how hopeless it felt.

eve of eden: eve's entire story is about doubt. doubting god, doubting the world, doubting herself. she's been given everything - almost. that last inch of unexplored land festers away at her. i don't think she was easily led (though that was a part of it) i think she was someone who could not help but pull at threads. if the seams of the world come undone, that's a tragedy. but she'd do it again. as i write her (my canon for her is that she and adam are undying and forever roam the earth, even though their children age and die) she is extremely self-doubting, fighting her urge to pick at things with the knowledge that she has ruined things by doing so. she fights her instinct at every turn, and it is this self-denial that contributes to her misery. because, inevitably, she will one day pull at the string again. she will one day see the serpent's bounty and respond without words, respond by wanting to bite into it.

seven of nine is reckoning with having individuality, when this has never before been the case. she's a mess of self-doubt. she's going between the values and way of being she has always known to something more 'flawed'. while she can be incredibly sure of her actions, she has never had that same security in herself as an individual. it comes slowly over a few years, and continues after voyager. once voyager lands, i think seven is truly feeling alone - voyager was a small community of people who absolutely relied upon and needed one another, with a written code of behaviour. the real world would challenge her even more, but i see her eventually buildiing up confidence once again - she remains as someone who is self-doubting, because that is part of the nature of humanity as she has learned it.

kathryn janeway is someone who has taken on the role of a captain fulltime, navigating her crew for seven years through drama and alien hjinks. she has a few breakdowns adn bouts of depressions, exacerbated by self douubt because she simply has taken on too much. usually she is incredibly confident and driven, but the souls of her crew weigh heavily on her - constantly, and without breaks. she makes friends with people around her, she has romantic interests in people off of the ship, but her ideas about authority isolate her from others. she is a Doubter, she doubts if she's good enough for the impossible task put to her.

charles xavier is someone who has a relationship with doubt a little similar to kathryn janeway - he worries if he is good enough to lead mutants. but, he has a strong idea of what mutants should be, formed in opposition to what magneto believes. he is someone with a healthier relationship to self-doubt. while it bites at him, he can see the joy and bittersweet experience of seeing something come to pass that confounds him, or someone showing a new side to themself that he feels he 'should' have caught. he is confident, but he is able to examine himself and his place in relations to others critically, and grow with circumstances.

some of my most confident muses are: malcolm tucker is someone who lunges at his next move with infamous ferocity. but in his final moment, he sees stops talking, the very thing thaht has kept him in power for so long, always moving to the next disaster to prevent or manage into subission and irrelevance. i think his last line is him giving up on it all, truly retiring - but while it's painful, it's not because of disillusionment. he never felt politics was anything but a vicious game to maybe have some good effects through harsh toil. he just knows he will no longer be a part of it. aunt hilda: hilda doubts her place often, but she's got a palpable determination. when lifes trials (mainly zelda) kill her and stick her in the cain pit, she crawls out every time. things don't often go right for hilda, but when they go wrong, she digs her heels in harder to doing what's good for her. the chuurch excommunicates her? ok! she'll go get that job she wanted. the high priest inappropriately propositions her? ok she killed him. in a crisis, hilda never doubts herself, even if she seems a little fragile or gentle in her demeanour.

#headcanons. #clearly i found this a little Too Engaging if anything #thank you so much for the ask!!! #widowshill

[langcreation]

Roger voice: that green turtleneck is so last season. :/

well that wasn't a very nice thing to say ! adam frowns at the comment, looking down at said turtleneck as he pulls at its collar. he looks back up at him, shielding his face partially with the fabric.

" why would you say that ? green is nice … you should be more like green. "

#widowshill #ANS. #MEAN TO HIM !!!!!!!

[krakensmaw]

👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more?

↕️are they a sub, dom, or switch? top, bottom, or switch?

sinday meme. accepting ! @widowshill

👄 : well, he's definitely a big fan of them both ! it depends on the situation, but generally speaking edward prefers to give oral sex and receive penetrative sex. he's great with his tongue, and you can bet they know it. they're always running their mouth anyway, so why not give it a proper task? there's also just something about oral that gives it a unique powerplay, which ed enjoys. whether he's the one in control, going down on a partner for as long as he likes, keeping them teetering on the edge and begging. or they're in control and ed gets to open up and service.

↕️ : i alluded to this above, but ed is definitely a switch in both categories. their mood changes like the wind ! sometimes he feels powerful, vindictive, intent to take what they want ( in a purely consensual context ). he isn't a soft dom, when that's their inclination. typically, he doesn't seek out these interactions, but people seek them from him. it's rare for him to sub and / or bottom, mostly due to the reputation of blackbeard, but it's a huge turn on for him when it happens. they can count the number of people they've submitted to sexually on one hand ( out of a truly staggering amount of sexual encounters ), and all of those people have a piece of him.

#widowshill #' study / the mad devil pyrate ! #usfw #tysm for sending !!

[coffeejerk]

Maggie do u still think I’m a jerk :/ - v

unprompted asks | ALWAYS ACCEPTING

❝ for marrying roger collins? ❞   she snorts into her cup of joe. vicki is less of a jerk than a saint among madmen; a breath of fresh air that bonkers family so desperately needs. getting involved with a collins is the last thing she would want to do, but we all make our choices, however incomprehensible they may be. who is she to begrudge her dear friend her own?

❝ — ultra jerk. ❞

#widowshill #// answered. #// verse ii. fanged creatures in my dreams #// maggie's on board with the wedding as long as vicki's happy ❤️ 'you do you bestie' #// for the record I'm a r/v shipper now. i got the appeal before but you've made me see the light

[heavenfelled]

❝ i’m starting to think you’re my guardian angel. ❞ from miss victoria <3 ehe

𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅'𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 & 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐄. the irony is most assuredly not lost on him. " well, ain't you just the sweetest thing. " it's drawled, southern and just a tad too sing-song. " careful now, miss vicki ... all that flattery's apt to go straight to my head. " they extend the jut of a crooked elbow to her in offering ( lead me not into temptation ! ). " 'm just the DEVIL on your shoulder, love. "

#widowshill #' inbox / voicemails ! #!!! kicking my feet over themmm #vicki PLEASE

[mxdam]

❝ i shouldn't think about you that way. ❞ from liz!

"Oh," Margarethe says, head lolling against the arm of the sofa, "have some courage."

It isn't that she doesn't respect Elizabeth's position. Heaven knows she's been in it--is in it--herself, matriarch of an estate, locked into stiffness and isolation and a cold loneliness by the necessities of her place; but here, in this room, it's only the two of them, with a decanter of brandy mostly drunk, and hair long since loosed from its pins and ornaments, Elizabeth just as disheveled as she, sprawled in the chair opposite, the space between their bodies heavy and thick with what Elizabeth daren't say.

"Tell me," she says, and arranges herself prettily, lifts her chin, tucks a casual arm behind her head, letting Elizabeth look at her. "Tell me what you think of, dear." She lets her eyes move, intimate as a touch, over the other woman's flushed cheeks, her stiff, uncertain posture, imagining how her hands would loosen every tense muscle. She lowers her voice, purring, coaxing. "It's only me, isn't it?"

#widowshill #██ meme response tag. #marg: now tell me i'm pretty :) #thank you for sending this in <3

[rejectshumanity]

✵ i know they like. have just met, but vic !

send ✵ and my muse will answer the following | NOT ACCEPTING

their first impression of your muse:

❝ where does this wretched governess get off challenging my relationship with carolyn? mr. collins ought to put his servants in their place. ❞

current impression:

❝ you haven't given it much reason to change . . . though i must say, your devotion to the collins family is commendable. ❞

are they attracted to your muse?:

his gaze travels down the length of her body, stopping at the hem of her dress.   ❝ sure. you're easy on the eyes, i’ll give you that. ❞

something they find frightening about your muse:

❝ nothing. what is that, a threat? ❞

something they find adorable about your muse:

❝ you have a pretty face i suppose, and a decent sense of style. does carolyn dress you up? ❞

would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:

he scoffs incredulously.   ❝ would you? ❞

would my muse go on a date with yours? platonic/romantic:

❝ why not? ❞   he asks, lips lifting in a teasing smirk.   ❝ like it or not, we are going to become well-acquainted. we may as well be friends, don't you think? ❞

one word my muse would use to describe yours:

❝ uptight. ❞

would my muse slap yours if they could?: 

❝ what kind of a monster do you think i am? ❞

would my muse hug/kiss yours?:

❝ if you ask me to. ❞

#widowshill #// answered. #// verse ii. dio the invader #// even in his human verse he’s gonna be a fucking nightmare