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REBIRTH REJOICE REDEEM

[chirlanim]

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#𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌  is  a  highly  selective,  private,  canon-divergent  HH  rewrite  rp  blog  for  𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗.  extremely  vivz*epop  critical.  pilot  inspired.  dead  dove:  do  not  eat.  annointed  by  romeo  iscariot  ( mixed  race, 21+,   xe/xem ).  minors  dni.

𝖆  𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖞  𝖎𝖓:  the  enduring  human  spirit,  walking  disaster  magnet,  inspirational  martyr,  lost  princess,  mystical  waif,  asking  questions  you  don't  want  the  answers  to,  breaking  the  cycle,  befriending  the  enemy,  learning  that  all  can  be  saved,  ⅋  𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕  𝒏𝒐𝒕  𝒂𝒍𝒍  𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍  𝒃𝒆. 

BLOG IS CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION.

↪ affilated with: @pridemaster ↪ temp bio.

rules:

001. 18+ only. this blog is not safe for minors nor are they allowed. as a minor, if you follow or interact with my posts ( particularly anything adult oriented ) you are not only putting me & this blog in legal jeopardy but violating my personal boundaries. lying in order to interact with someone in an adult manner is a violation & i will not tolerate it in any form.

002. dead dove, do not eat. triggering content will be present on this blog. my rewrite of charlie's character places her position in hell in a much more grim light. in addition to canonical warnings, expect intimate discussions of child abuse & neglect, bullying, social ostracization, disease, destruction, violence (all kinds) & death. i generally tag as i deem necessary. do not interact with the intent to harass or self harm. adult content is tagged as 'nsft cw' to be safe.

003. this blog is multiverse & multiship. charlie is canonically bisexual & a legal adult ( mine is a rewrite anyway ). discourse in regard to who she can & cannot be shipped with is infantilizing & tired. i allow ships to develop naturally / charlie to make her own mistakes in regard to with whom she spends her time.

dubious, toxic & abusive ships may occur. this does not mean i condone toxic relationships, if you're in an abusive relationship know that you do not deserve it & there are resources available.

004. this blog is private & mutuals only. if you have a sideblog you're following from let me know. i block liberally in an attempt to stage off drama before it starts, i regularly disable anons & will not answer anons attempting to contact the me with commentary or criticism of myself or partners.

005. most standard rp rules apply. do not god mod, insert yourself into other interactions, etc. i practice reblog karma & ask kindly that others do too. do not use me as a resource blog. do not reblog my personal / ooc posts under any circumstances without permission.

006. i have a zero tolerance policy for plagiarism, copying etc. if i catch you stealing my hcs, plagiarizing my analysis etc. i will not hesitate to contact you directly. my intellectual & creative labor is my own. i actively run the gambit of being anti-fanon in my approach to media, so I WILL KNOW if you steal from me. similarly, any use of machine learning 'ai' content whether to assist your writing, produce graphical assets or any other way will result in an immediate block.

inspirations: hazbin hotel, pathologic, the boy, the mole, the fox & the horse, darkwood, the bible, surreal horror, folklore & myth.

credits: evanna lynch, aaron leitch, vivienne medrano, spindlehorse, kaledya, sunlit-mess, palletterph ( icon border & dividers, edited by me )

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[hcllishdreamer]

@chirlanim whispered a line !! things i keep telling myself ( accepting! ) “You don’t have to apologize for taking up space.”

Charlotte rested her head in her sister's lap, soaking up her presence. Absorbing the comfort that she gave off. Chirlan always knew what to say, always found a way to make her feel better. But the darker feelings of worry were hard to shake, even as she sighed.

❛ I just ... feel like I do things wrong so much, you know? I don't know how ready I am for ... anything. ❜

Staring up at the ceiling, focusing on the little bubble they created for themselves. She swore she could feel her twin's very soul intertwined with her own, soothing even words didn't.

❛ Do you ever feel like that? ❜

[chirlanim]

𝕮  › ˚ ༘ .˚₊· ✧   𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏'𝒔  𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆  𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍  𝒐𝒏  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓'𝒔  𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆,  brow  furrowed  with  worry  ⅋  lips  twisted  with  dismay.  charlotte  had  always  been  an  open  book,  exuberant  as  she  was  sensitive,  ⅋  as  much  as  she  hated  to  see  her  like  this,  there  was  a  sense  of  comfort  in  the  familiarity.  she  wished  her  anxieties  were  over  some  trivial  party  like  they  were  when  they  were  girls.

ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ she  ran  her  fingers  through  her  twins'  hair.  a  sigh  broke  her  silence  as  she  sunk  into  the  dusty,  velvet  settee.  chirlan  carefully  considers  her  words,  gaze  shifting  to  the  fireplace.  some  of  her  earliest  memories  are  of  catastrophe.  as  much  as  their  parents  worked  to  hide  their  dismay  at  what  she  was,  chirlan  could  feel  it  hang  over  her  like  a  dark  cloud.  

ㅤ˗ˏˋ ㅤall  the  time.

ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ ❛❛ I  do.  Sometimes.  When  it's  late  and  everyone  is  asleep  I  think  maybe  I'm  just  ...  trying  to  ...  comfort  myself.   Do  I  actually  care  about  these  people  or  is  this  all  just  a  pathetic,  elaborate,  apology?  And  then  I  feel  awful  about  thinking  about  other  people  that  way.  I  know  I've  made  a  lot  of  mistakes,  but  that's  the  point  of  this,  isn't  it?   That  𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆  it's  okay  if  you  stumble  --  maybe  even  if  someone  gets  hurt  because  of  it,  that  you  can  make  up  for  it?  Be  ...  better?  ❜❜ㅤㅤ    ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ chirlan  lifts  her  gaze  to  the  ceiling,  covered  in  messy,  handpainted  symbols  of  protection  from  her  &  her  sister  both.  she  can  just  barely  make  heaven  out  through  the  stained  glass  skylight.

ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ ❛❛ Maybe  if  we  can  figure  out  how  to  forgive  ourselves,  we'll  figure  out  how  to  get  them  to  forgive  too.  ❜❜ㅤㅤ    

[chirlanim]

charlie would be a loving but potentially overbearing valentine. she doesn't have much experience in relationships, ⅋ before vaggie, really only went on a couple dates with other nobles at behest of one or both of her parents. people in hell, didn't generally like her, ⅋ the prestige of the royal family was already dwindling by the time she reached courting age.

but she has SO much love to give, she used to read fairy tale love stories about princesses stuck in towers smuggled from the living world by paimon or another of her tutors. she would want to engage in all the tropes if you let her. paper doilies to lingerie she'd try so hard.

[chirlanim]

charlie has wings. they're tiny & downy, folded into her vest's silk lining. she can't fly with them due to their stunted growth. she generally does not mind, she excels & enjoys climbing instead (goat).

like her father's, they generally remain concealed.

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

[chirlanim]

teensy plotting call while i work on chirlan's bio.

[etherealacademia]

[chirlanim]

my only nsft hc is that charlie is genuinely so much of a bottom that she straight up circles back to being a top if u ask.

[beebssources]

— YOUR AFFECTION.

Gestures  of  affection  starters.  Can  be  platonic  and  romantic.  Send  me... (Send  🔄  +  any  emoji  to  reverse  the  outcome.)

💓  to  listen  to  my  muse's  heartbeat. 💏  to  softly  kiss  my  muse's  forehead. 💋  to  kiss  my  muse  on  the  lips. 🤭  to  caress  my  muse's  cheek. 🌸  to  offer  my  muse  a  flower. 💅  to  paint  my  muse's  nails. 💗  to  lean  against  my  muse. 💝  to  wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse. 🤗  to  hug  my  muse  from  behind. 🫂  to  pick  my  muse  up  and  twirl  them  around. 👰  to  hold  my  muse  bridal  style. 🤝  to  hold  my  muse's  hand. 🥞  to  bring  my  muse  breakfast  in  bed. 🤜  to  give  my  muse  a  noogie. 🤏  to  tickle  my  muse. 😋  to  give  my  muse  their  favorite  snack.

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

[chirlanim]

i decided to do one of those character inspos boards for charlie ...

[chirlanim]

due to charlie's magic largely being angelic in nature, it's easily identified by high-level sinners ⅋ therefore upon leaving her father's household, charlie learned to do a lot by hand. the hotel is held together by a mixture of her own power ⅋ good ol' elbow grease.

when she does something for the hotel residents, however, it's exclusively by hand. she tries ( often unsuccessfully ) to relate to them on a human level. she hopes that seeing her paint the walls, or cook at the stove stop will remind them of their time in the living world; bring them a sense of nostalgia ⅋ comfort, ⅋ convince them that their lives aren't really over.

[chirlanim]

charlie, taking alastor to the clinic after the battle at the hotel.

charlie: relax, alastor, everything is going to be okay!

alastor: alright, charlotte. but if i die during the operation will you do one thing for me?

charlie: of course! anything.

alastor: blow up the hospital.

charlie: mh... well, i said i'll do it... so i guess i'll have to...

alastor: that's my girl.

[weltenwellen]

Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase

[chirlanim]

" nothing elegant, but it ought to do the trick. "

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛❛ -- 𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 જ⁀➴ accepting.

𝕮  › ˚ ༘ .˚₊· ✧   𝒊𝒕'𝒔  𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒆  𝒕𝒐  𝒔𝒆𝒆  𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓  𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕  𝒉𝒊𝒔  𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔.  it  was  one  of  the  first  things  charlie  noticed  about  her  father,  the  care  he  showed  the  sinners  in  spite  of  himself.  even  after  he  closed  the  circus,  even  after  he  locked  the  palace  doors  ⅋  the  exterminations  began,  the  gloves  remained.

ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤright  now  they're  slung  over  his  shoulder  as  porcelain  hands  assist  her  own  in  drawing  out  ancient  symbols  in  a  ring  around  her  ...  ( their? )  new  home.

ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛❛  Thanks,  dad.  ❜❜ㅤㅤshe  mumbles,  still  sheepish  in  spite  of  everything.  the  princess  watches  her  father  connect  their  two  drawings  in  a  large,  sweeping  circle  as  she  leans  back  on  her  haunches.  angelic  fire  𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈  from  the  chalk  lines,  signaling  the  completion  of  the  ward.

ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤshe  doesn't  ask  if  it's  safe  for  sinners,  though  the  question  itches  anxiously  in  her  throat.  as  lucifer  slides  his  gloves back  into  place,  she  knows  she  doesn't  need  to.

[chirlanim]

// this goes for all my blogs, i know i have pretty heavy formatting, but i am ALWAYS willing to provide an unformatted version on request (usually this will be a google doc link sent through dm). my formatting is a part of the visual style of my blog / an accessbility thing for me so i'm not willing to totally abandon it for a thread, but i am ABSOLUTELY willing to make accommodations where possible <3

as an audhd / dyslexic i see you & i love you.

[staticgcne]

@chirlanim whispered a line !! i don't know if i can trust you ( accepting! ) ‘  do you trust me enough?  do you trust me at all?  ’

Big eyes gazing at him like he had insulted her — that's how he thought she looked, anyway — && he was tempted to laugh. The corners of his smile twitched further upwards in amusement, but he managed to hold off his chuckles. If she was going to be rather dramatic, who was he to deny her a performance? In good fun, of course.

❛ Of course I do! ❜ A lie through sharp teeth meant only for tearing things to shreds, not holding gently. Smoothed only by a tongue of silver, the only alternative to act as aggressive steel bars for all else. ❛ I may not enjoy everything you do, the way you do, or think it all a perfect plan, but I do place my full trust && faith in your hands, my dear! It sounds to me as though you might be the one in doubt of yourself, darling. ❜ Half - truths && redirection attempts as a hand settled on her shoulder.

[chirlanim]

𝕮  › ˚ ༘ .˚₊· ✧   𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆'𝒔  𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅  𝒉𝒂𝒅  𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏  𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈.  the  fight  with  heaven  had  been  ...  hard  ⅋  while  they  might  have  won  the  battle  who  knows  when  the  war  might  arrive  at  their  doorstep.  it's  never  been  more  important  that  𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊  in  the  hotel  trusts  each  other.

ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤif  lucifer  hadn't  come  to  her  aid  she  would  be  dead  ...   but  that  wasn't  the  issue.  she  wouldn't  ask  that  he  spill  his  blood  in  her  name  ( that  was  never  the  deal )  but  he'd  just  𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅.  normally  his  silver  tongue  was  enough  to  quell  her  doubts,  but  as  his  hand  rests  upon  her  shoulder,  the  princess's  lips  twist  into  a  wobbly  line.

ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛❛  Alastor.  ❜❜ㅤㅤshe  says,  voice  teetering  between  plead  ⅋  demand.

ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛❛  If  that  were  true,  why  ask  for  a  contracted  favor  at  all?  If  --  if  you  need  me,  if  you're  ever  in  trouble  I  want  you  to  know  you  can  tell  me  --  it  doesn't  have  to  be  -  ❜❜ㅤㅤshe  shrugs  his  hand  away,ㅤㅤ❛❛  --  𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘.  I  care  about  you.  I  want  you  to  be  safe.  ❜❜ㅤㅤ