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[veyralis]

my ask blogs are currently inactive. not closing the inboxes for them, but it's unlikely ill answer anything.

[la-puppeteer]

back to being inactive

[la-puppeteer]

Why?

Another slight shrug. "Wasn't gaining anything worthwhile from them."

[la-puppeteer]

Yeah, what have we missed?

She hums quietly for a few moments, then shrugs ever so slightly. "Not too terribly much, I suppose. Well, I no longer really make deals, but that's about it."

[la-puppeteer]

Heyy Puppeteer, what's going on?

The demoness blinks, looking up and tilting her head. A moment passes as she studies you, before leaning back in her chair.

"It's been quite a while since I've seen one of you."

[la-puppeteer]

Briefly reopening this blog, for maybe a day or two. If things go well, I might consider keeping it open for longer.

Ask away.

[veyralis]

You kinda dropped off the face of the planet, you alright?

i like never check my inbox you're lucky i saw this ahshdhf

ive kinda drifted away from tumblr for a variety of reasons, after some stuff happened, and just kinda don't exist a lot here anymore. im still alive, promise, and kinda just living my life

i dont really have as much time anymoew, being a college student with other responsibilities. but im doing alright where i am. im dating someone that makes me happy (and is also a really good cosplayer btw- yall should check out their tiktok ;p + im in their discord server most of the time) and ive made connections with a lot of new people from that

i do stream on twitch if youre interested

but yeah, im alive, just not really here anymore.

[veyralis]

my ask blogs are currently inactive. not closing the inboxes for them, but it's unlikely ill answer anything.

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

Puppeteer steps into the garden with a quiet hum. "You wanted to ask me something, angelo?"

Lizzie looks up at her, smiles, and nods, patting the grass beside her. She has her feet in the pond, and she pulls a final flower from her hair, setting it gently on the water’s surface and letting it float off towards the rest she’s removed.

[la-puppeteer]

The demoness moves forward to sit beside Lizzie, trailing a hand through the water with a slight smile. She doesn’t speak, waiting patiently for Lizzie to ask whatever question she had.

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

Lizzie runs her fingers through her hair, chewing her lip. “So… You know I was an angel, once. But… Do you know how I Fell? Or, rather, why?”

[la-puppeteer]

She leans back, tilting her head to the side to watch Lizzie as she nods slightly. “I do.”

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

“Okay.” Lizzie takes a breath. “The thing about angels is that, those who were feminine-aligned generally wore some kind of braids.” She smiles a bit. “I loved having braids. They were a symbol of holiness and purity, back then, and I took pride in both. I took great care to make sure my hair had at least three perfect braids in it, and whenever the children of the villages I visited were frightened or lonely, I would invite them to braid my hair themselves. I would teach some of the girls who did not yet know they were girls how to braid, because I knew their mothers and sisters might not later on–humans are so strange about gender, even back then some were shunned.” She shakes her head.

“Anyways. After I Fell, I realized I could no longer claim purity. I was no longer holy. I was wretched and vile and evil, and for a creature like that, braids were unfit. So I never wore braids. I let my hair grow limp and dirty, I often went years without washing it, because what was the point? I was never to be more than a rat in a sewer.”

She looks back up at Puppeteer. “I am not holy, and I am not pure. But I miss wearing my hair in braids. I don’t think… I don’t think I can do it myself, not yet anyway, but. I was wondering if I could maybe ask you?” She laughs nervously. “I-I know it seems ridiculous, and… Childish too, I’m sure, but…” Lizzie shrugs. “I guess… It would mean a lot to me, is all.”

[la-puppeteer]

She shifts her gaze to watch the fish swimming in the pond as she listens, humming quietly. Then she turns her head to look at Lizzie again, taking a moment before she speaks. “If that’s what would make you happy, then I can do that.”

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

Some of the tension seems to leave the girl’s body, and she gives Puppeteer a relieved smile. “Thank you.” She turns herself so her back is facing the demoness, her hair long enough that a few inches at the end lay flat in the grass.

[la-puppeteer]

The demoness hums as she shifts to gently braid Lizzie’s hair.

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

Lizzie closes her eyes, putting a great deal of effort into keeping her voice steady. “So… I’m sure the House has told you, but I visited Smokey and Todd last night.”

[la-puppeteer]

“They did, yes. Did you have fun, angelo?”

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

She hums. “Yes, it was wonderful. They seem happy.”

[la-puppeteer]

The demoness hums quietly as she works. “That’s a good thing. Did you take them more of your baked goods?”

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

Lizzie smiles. “Yes! I made them each an apple pie–it’s one of Todd’s favorites. And Smokey and his new partner both seemed to enjoy it as well. There’s still some left of the one I made for here, too, if you want any.”

[la-puppeteer]

She smiles before gently tugging on the braid she just finished. “I’m glad they’re doing well.”

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

Lizzie swallows and reaches back, gently feeling the braid, and the flowers woven into it. She lets out a slow breath and turns to smile up at Puppeteer. “It’s… perfect. Thank you.”

[la-puppeteer]

Another smile. "I'm glad you like it, angelo."

[la-puppeteer]

He got an amulet. I think it has fire magic. Could be dangerous

"Any amulet with magic like that comes with a price for said magic. And besides, why should I care what he does? As long as he isn't a threat to any of the people that I care for."

[la-puppeteer]

Phantom's magic

"What about it?"

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

Puppeteer steps into the garden with a quiet hum. "You wanted to ask me something, angelo?"

Lizzie looks up at her, smiles, and nods, patting the grass beside her. She has her feet in the pond, and she pulls a final flower from her hair, setting it gently on the water’s surface and letting it float off towards the rest she’s removed.

[la-puppeteer]

The demoness moves forward to sit beside Lizzie, trailing a hand through the water with a slight smile. She doesn’t speak, waiting patiently for Lizzie to ask whatever question she had.

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

Lizzie runs her fingers through her hair, chewing her lip. “So… You know I was an angel, once. But… Do you know how I Fell? Or, rather, why?”

[la-puppeteer]

She leans back, tilting her head to the side to watch Lizzie as she nods slightly. “I do.”

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

“Okay.” Lizzie takes a breath. “The thing about angels is that, those who were feminine-aligned generally wore some kind of braids.” She smiles a bit. “I loved having braids. They were a symbol of holiness and purity, back then, and I took pride in both. I took great care to make sure my hair had at least three perfect braids in it, and whenever the children of the villages I visited were frightened or lonely, I would invite them to braid my hair themselves. I would teach some of the girls who did not yet know they were girls how to braid, because I knew their mothers and sisters might not later on–humans are so strange about gender, even back then some were shunned.” She shakes her head.

“Anyways. After I Fell, I realized I could no longer claim purity. I was no longer holy. I was wretched and vile and evil, and for a creature like that, braids were unfit. So I never wore braids. I let my hair grow limp and dirty, I often went years without washing it, because what was the point? I was never to be more than a rat in a sewer.”

She looks back up at Puppeteer. “I am not holy, and I am not pure. But I miss wearing my hair in braids. I don’t think… I don’t think I can do it myself, not yet anyway, but. I was wondering if I could maybe ask you?” She laughs nervously. “I-I know it seems ridiculous, and… Childish too, I’m sure, but…” Lizzie shrugs. “I guess… It would mean a lot to me, is all.”

[la-puppeteer]

She shifts her gaze to watch the fish swimming in the pond as she listens, humming quietly. Then she turns her head to look at Lizzie again, taking a moment before she speaks. “If that’s what would make you happy, then I can do that.”

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

Some of the tension seems to leave the girl’s body, and she gives Puppeteer a relieved smile. “Thank you.” She turns herself so her back is facing the demoness, her hair long enough that a few inches at the end lay flat in the grass.

[la-puppeteer]

The demoness hums as she shifts to gently braid Lizzie’s hair.

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

Lizzie closes her eyes, putting a great deal of effort into keeping her voice steady. “So… I’m sure the House has told you, but I visited Smokey and Todd last night.”

[la-puppeteer]

“They did, yes. Did you have fun, angelo?”

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

She hums. “Yes, it was wonderful. They seem happy.”

[la-puppeteer]

The demoness hums quietly as she works. “That’s a good thing. Did you take them more of your baked goods?”

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

Lizzie smiles. “Yes! I made them each an apple pie–it’s one of Todd’s favorites. And Smokey and his new partner both seemed to enjoy it as well. There’s still some left of the one I made for here, too, if you want any.”

[la-puppeteer]

She smiles before gently tugging on the braid she just finished. "I'm glad they're doing well."

[la-puppeteer]

So about that magic

"What magic?"

[la-puppeteer]

DEMOM hi i love you

She raises a brow, glancing towards you. "Hello."

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

Puppeteer steps into the garden with a quiet hum. "You wanted to ask me something, angelo?"

Lizzie looks up at her, smiles, and nods, patting the grass beside her. She has her feet in the pond, and she pulls a final flower from her hair, setting it gently on the water’s surface and letting it float off towards the rest she’s removed.

[la-puppeteer]

The demoness moves forward to sit beside Lizzie, trailing a hand through the water with a slight smile. She doesn't speak, waiting patiently for Lizzie to ask whatever question she had.

[la-puppeteer]

Pierce appears in the office. He shakes, looking at Puppeteer. "Hey..."

She shifts, lifting the orb off her desk and depositing it back in her desk drawer before raising a brow. "Speak."

[stressed-natepai]

Pierce shifts, frowning deeply.

"Look. I'm sorry that I acted the way I did. I don't know what came over me. I just got so angry..."

Pierce sighs, stepping back.

"I don't expect anything from this. I just wanted to say that I am sorry for yelling at you."

[la-puppeteer]

She doesn't seem particularly impressed, just watching him with a bored expression on her face. "Is that all?"

[stressed-natepai]

Pierce sighs, pushing some of his hair back.

"Basically yeah. But if you could send me back home that'd be swell too."

[la-puppeteer]

She waves a hand towards the door, magic flickering briefly. "Go back home, little boy."

[la-puppeteer]

Pierce appears in the office. He shakes, looking at Puppeteer. "Hey..."

She shifts, lifting the orb off her desk and depositing it back in her desk drawer before raising a brow. "Speak."

[la-puppeteer]

Lizzie knocks on the door to Puppeteer's office, humming softly to herself.

The demoness looks up from the book she's taking notes in, glancing briefly at the orb on her desk before humming. "It's open, dear."

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

Lizzie steps in, bringing with her the scent of gardenias--likely from the ones in her hair--and pumpkin spices. She smiles at Puppeteer. “I made lunch, and I wanted to see if you felt like eating with us today?”

[la-puppeteer]

She sets her pen down, smiling slightly. "You know I don't really eat much, angelo."

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

"That's why I ask. What're you working on?" She tilts her head, and instead of waiting for an answer she walks over to the desk, her bare feet making her nearly silent as she moves. She looks down at the orb curiously. "Is that what I think it is?"

[la-puppeteer]

The demoness glances at the orb again, then nods, leaning back in her chair. "Indeed it is."

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

“Wow,” Lizzie breathes, leaning closer to it with her hands behind her back. “This could sell for a lot Underground, y’know. How’d you even get it?”

[la-puppeteer]

"Oh, I'm aware. But it's going to remain here because I don't really like or trust the demon it belonged to." She taps her nails against the desk as she studies the orb again. "The demon decided to become mortal and gave this to his brother. An... incident ensued involving said brother accidentally breaking the glass it was contained in and then freaking out because he'd never had magic before. I was asked to intervene, so I did, and now it is in my possession unless and until that demon decides he has something worth trading for it."

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

Lizzie nods along, whistling when Puppeteer’s finished. “Well then. He sounds like an idiot, trusting anyone but himself with that. Especially to someone with no such experience...” She tuts.

[la-puppeteer]

"Trust me, he did even more idiotic things than that. He is not what I would call smart by any stretch of the imagination."

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

Lizzie hums and leans back away from the orb, absently combing her fingers through her hair and catching some of the petals that fall loose. “Well, I hope it proves to be useful one way or another. Anyway, if you change your mind about food, there’s pumpkin pecan muffins and turkey and cheese paninis being kept warm in the oven. Oh, and the cranberries are nearly ready to harvest, do you mind if I take some for a cake recipe I found?”

[la-puppeteer]

"I'll keep that in mind. And of course, angelo, take however much you need."

[fallen-lizzie-inactive]

Lizzie grins and leans over to hug Puppeteer’s shoulders. “Thanks, Mum! Let me know when you’re done, I’ve a little favor to ask you later.”

[la-puppeteer]

She smiles, gently ruffling Lizzie's hair. "I will, angelo."