my name is angel baudelaire, but i presume you knew already. that's why you're here :)
if you offer me a sweet or a doll, the spirits will look into your future and whisper me your fortune. are you curious to know? send an ask, don't be shy.
if you would like to know which haunted doll from my collection resonates with you, i can also tell you. most of them are sweethearts and just yearn for connection. don't worry, they will not attach to you. their home is with me.
i am also more than happy to answer any questions you might have for myself... its been a century since i last had a visitor.
new sketchbook spread! i did this one first, and then after did the digital painting. its easier for me to draw on paper than digitally. but i like coloring and doing lineart digitally hehe :3
Dust settled along the abandoned bookshelves and staircases, and sunlight filtered through the broken glass panes. Decay and age had long since claimed this house, but peculiarly one little room remained untouched. It was the smallest room, nestled upstairs between an office and a lounge. The curtains were heavy velvet and the furniture dark oak. A plush rug was centered in the room and shelves adorned with various trinkets lined the walls. A proud wardrobe situated in the corner with a vanity, and a twin-sized bed was pushed against a corner.
If you've ever explored abandoned buildings deep in the South, you've probably come across a situation that might look similar to this little girl's room. Everything was porcelain and pure, wrapped in lace and abandoned dreams. On the wall hung a crooked cross, the wood warped with the passage of time. Little footsteps left marks in the dust covering the floor, a stark contrast to how frozen the place seemed. This was no mistake, of course. No, the little footsteps belonged to the girl who occupied this room.
Meet Angel Baudelaire, who is currently napping in the window. Her bleach blonde curls and so-pale-its-almost-translucent skin might hint the reader to her predicament, but if not, allow me to explain. Poor Angel is a trapped remnant of the past, or a ghost, if you will. Look around. Notice the architecture and decoration of the house? Yes, she has been here since 1885. She hasn't told me the specifics of why she lingers, but I wager-
Oh, the girl wakes. Best not to speculate and potentially upset her. She has a nasty habit of temper tantrums when upset, and this topic surely would be upsetting. If you offer her a sweet or a doll, its said the moon will smile upon you for being kind to her favorite child. Would you like to test this old tale?
ahem ahem... let me (re)introduce Angel Baudelaire. she is a creation of my mind, but she is also me. ive been working hard to rework her story and her personality and design because ive been a little dissatisfied with how ive handled her. she deserves dignity and to be written well. reblog to give Angel a sweet or a doll, and she will tell you your fortune.
