𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞.

⸻ my heart keeps beating like a hammer, hard to be soft , tough to be tender come take my pulse the pace is on a runaway train help, i'm alive. ⸺ closed blog for cagliostrohq.

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⸻ CAN'T LIVE FOR TOMORROW, tomorrow's much too long, I'LL BURN MY EYES OUT, before i get out, I WANTED MORE, than life could ever grant me, BORED BY THE CHORE, of saving face.

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this is an independent roleplay blog for cagliostrohq, penned by ana. this blog is run by a mun over the age of 18+ and may contain mature or dark content that will be tagged accordingly.

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@cagliostrostart | lex moon | STARTER: open. LOCATION: the glitz blitz.

Goings-on like this, no matter their obvious intention, are always worth keeping an eye on.

Lex is here as something of an ear, listening for public sentiment (aside from what the royal family wants people to think) and even keeping an eye out for recruits. He doesn't exactly relish watching combat play out, and he definitely hates these noisy crowds more than anything (how can it get so loud? to the point where everything just feels like blurry static?) but it's still somewhat interesting to be here.

The first rounds are always interesting when you've got some experience with combat. Though his apparent non-affiliation allows him comfortably not to participate in the fights, he's sure he'd survive these first rounds, unless he got very lucky. They tend to end fast in a boring way, or last a very long time in a boring way. Very few talents versus talents, simply idiots flailing at one another or being instantly knocked out.

Though apparently he's the only one who feels that way. His ears are ringing from the screaming and cheering, and given that now, during the break when everyone is grabbing food or alcohol, it's just as loud as ever, he's got a killer headache. It's impossible to take in any new sensory input, and maybe that's why he completely failed to realise he was being spoken to until he accidentally looked over and saw someone waiting for his reply.

"What?" He can't even hear his own voice.

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⸻ Jackie's eyes sparkled with excitement as she watched the crowds cheer. She couldn't help but feel a rush of anticipation for the combat, for the release it brought her—where pain turned into adrenaline, and all her pent-up anger could find an outlet. She's making her way through the horde of people towards the entrance for contestants, her turn wouldn't but up until much later that night, but she'd been so excited, she'd shown up early.

"Crowds not really your thing, huh?" she teases the very obviously uncomfortable person beside her, her voice carrying it's usual teasing tone. "I get it. They can be a real pain in the ass." She glanced back at the chaos of cheering and screaming, empathizing with why the strange may not have enjoyed the commotion. Sure, she was elated to compete, but if she had to sit in the audience all day getting her eardrums rocked straight to hell, she'd probably be moody too.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she continued, "But you know what they say, no pain, no gain. And trust me, buddy, there's plenty of pain to go around here." she nodded toward the arena, where the sounds of fighting echoed through the air. "Are you competing?" she asked, raising her brows curiously. "I've seen a shit ton of people go up already, but if I'm being real with you, most of them have sucked." Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she added, "But don't worry, I'm going to give 'em a show they won't forget." She chuckled, itching for her turn in the arena, eager to unleash her skills.

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𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞. // closed starter for @chocalafolie.

⸻ Three weeks and four days. Three weeks and four days she was gone without a trace, leaving her loved ones behind without a word or goodbye. There was no true way of knowing where she might be, god-knows-what she was huffing, or if the people around her would even care enough to watch after her through her trips. Unburdened by the weight of responsibility, her disappearing act left her friends and family in a panic, wondering if this would be the time she didn't come back.

When her eyes meet Jean's, she flashes him a familiar devil-may-care grin, the kind where only one of the corners of her lips turns up into a half-smile. "Salut, mon frère," her voice comes out playfully, trying to brush off the weight of her disappearance, "You still keeping tabs on me?"

Her brother's stern expression didn't waver, though. She could feel the tension in the air, the crackling silence that said Jean was far from amused. Her casual demeanor belied the concern she knew he felt. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, trying to calm her nerves, and exhales a cloud of smoke. "Look," her voice is a little more rigid now, "I'm fine, alright? You don't need to get your panties in a twist." Despite the anger on her brothers face, Jacqueline kept her walls high, unwilling to let herself feel guilty and give in yet again. This was always the hardest part, trying not to falter, not to revert back into the little girl she used to be that went along with everything. "I'm an adult now, Jean, I can take care of myself, you guys don't get to make every damn decision for me, alright?" It's already bubbling up, the rambling, the nerves, he hasn't said a single thing but she knows.

Looking back to him from beneath her lashes, she let's out a sigh. "Look, I know you care, but I'm not a child anymore. I can handle things on my own." Her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty, but she stands, drops her cigarette to the ground, and steps it into the dirt.

"That's just how it is now," another pause, her eyes lowering, "Maybe it's time you realize I'm not a kid anymore, Jean."

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VIVANSH DALAL && OPEN

Since the creation of the internet, online shopping, and two-day shipping, Viv has seen a decline in the amount of people coming to the weekly market. And how could he blame them? Rather than pack your wares altogether only to repack whatever you hadn’t sold that day, nearly anything could be sent directly to your home with a few clicks from the computer.

But Viv had lived more of his life without a computer than he had with one. And honestly, peaches tasted better picked fresh from the tree than they had if they sat bruising in a hot box for three days. So during peach season, Vivansh still packed his cart with as many peaches as would fit, and drove them down to the local market. He waved to the florist, picked up his favorite bread from the baker. and just as he arrived at his usual spot, a loud crash comes from behind him. 

“–My peaches!” His cries are reminiscent of a certain cabbage merchant of a mid-2000′s Nickelodeon cartoon. When he looks behind him, he sees both his peaches and his cart in shambles. “You – did you see what happened?”

@cagliostrostart​

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⸻ "Woah dude, talk about a peachpocalypse, am I right? But also, uh, I didn't see nothing." It wasn't technically a lie, just a clever choice of words that she'd banked on slipping past the strangers frazzled mind. She did her best to look nonchalant, but the peach juice already soaking into her clothes and her messed-up hair still screamed the words 'guilty'.

She couldn't keep the grin off of her face, no matter how much she tried to hide that she found the whole situation pretty damn hilarious. Her eyes sparkled mischievously, guilty pleasure in the chaos showing through. "Okay, you got me. Those peaches just couldn't resist my magnetic charm, I guess," she paused, finally breaking out into a laugh. "But seriously, it was an accident, I swear!" Her hands go up defensively in mock fear, "One of my, uh, not-so-graceful thralls got a little too excited and, well…let's just say your card didn't really stand a chance." She finished, failing to suppress another giggle.

"But hey, look on the bright side! Now you've got a wicked story to tell, right?"

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀 . 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐋𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄 . 𝟐𝟏𝟔

(sophie thatcher, she/her,  dreamshade) To JACQUELINE ASINASTRA, the whole world looks like an open page. With a leap of faith, their ability of NECROMANCY grows a little stronger.  They are a BORNEO BLACK TARANTULA shade aligned to NO ONE. For TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN years, they have survived a world of magic with both their RESILIENCE and HEEDLESS personality. They are UNEMPLOYED, but if they could change their fate, they’d want to FEEL IN CONTROL OF HERSELF. (ana, 25, she/her, est)

tw for mentions of death, substance abuse, and spiders.

born to a mother named astra asinastra; her fathers life had ended long before jacqueline would first open her eyes. (sorry, thats just the spider way, babie!) 

her family lived in the wildwoods, secluded away from the humans and the world outside. she had her mother and her older brother jean, who had always taken on the role of an adult. he took care of her, taught her, and loved her like she was his very own child. their bond was close, as they were only thirteen years apart.  

they were different, all dreamshades that took on the form of dark creatures (spiders) and led to terrifying rumors and prejudice among the humans. her mother, astra, had become something of a horror legend about the wildwoods. 

her sheltered upbringing shielded her from the humans’ hostility, she had never truly known how awful and evil the humans could be. she grew up listening to the warnings her older brother gave and simply didn’t ask questions. throughout this time, there were moments that she would eavesdrop, or hear the grown ups talking about something awful happening to her family long before she was born. she never knew the full truth, though, only that humans had attacked her family and it changed something inside of jack. 

as she grew older, a fire of curiosity burned in jacqueline, which lead her to question why her family was so afraid? surely, it couldn’t have been that bad, could it? was her brother just sensitive, her mother just frail and afraid? she longed to explore the world beyond the wildwoods, to see the world for herself, to form her own experiences outside of everything else she’d ever known. this was around the time she began sneaking out and making trips beyond the wildwoods. 

in her teen years, her ability had manifested, and she soon learned that she had powers based around necromancy. she did her best to practice, spending countless days, weeks, months on burial sites trying to speak to the dead, to raise them. every time she tried, she only received horrific and grotesque results. she has never been able to master her power.

 it was around this time, she also began to resent herself. she felt like she’d been a follower throughout all of her life, always listening, never asking questions, never deciding something for herself. it made her feel trapped, like she could never grow up and never decide things for herself. she no longer wanted to feel like a puppet to those around her, she longed for control and to feel like her own person.

upon leaving the nest, her life spiraled downwards. recklessness and impulsivity engulfed her. it was around this time that she’d made an attempt to resurrect her father, only for it to end in a terrifying outcome that left her traumatized. 

annddd…thats all i got right now! this is poorly written, i’ll probably update it later! 

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tag dump.