what a girl wants

[ofglamour]

⸻  early morning, she wakes up. knock, knock, knock on the door. it’s time for makeup, perfect smile, it’s you they’re all waiting for. they go “isn’t she lovely, this hollywood girl?”, and they say, “she’s so lucky, she’s a star.” 

dollie alimjan ───  intro .  pinterest .  playlist  .  musings  .  threads  .  visuals  

this is an independent roleplay blog for cagliostrohq, fleshed out 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.

[axdently]

his poor human heart pounded in his chest, fear coursing through his veins like an electric current. panic and helplessness gripped him as he stumbled through the crowd, calling out for his lost daughter, Elia. the throng seemed to swallow him whole, and the rustling chatter and bridled bumps only deepened his dread. all he could think of was finding her. his mind raced with worst-case scenarios, each more terrifying than the last.  could she have been taken away? or did she flee herself? he cursed himself for not being there to protect her, for not keeping her safe.

as he pushed through, memories of Elia’s laughter and smile flashed before his eyes. they were moments he cherished, times when life seemed simpler, and he believed he could shield her from all harm. but now, reality had shattered that illusion, and he was faced with the raw truth of his own vulnerability and the unpredictable nature of life. a sense of guilt washed over him, as if he had failed as a father to keep his daughter safe. he wished he could turn back time, be there to prevent this nightmare from unfolding. his thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind of regret, worry, and an overwhelming need to find her, but soon they are interrupted by the MC of the night. his watery brown eyes brimmed with tears. the pain of losing was unbearable. he couldn't bear the thought of a future without her. “Have you seen my daughter?” he fumbles through his pockets in search of his brown leather wallet. he digs through the flaps and pockets and shaking hands are finally able to procure the picture of her he has with him at all times. “This is her. Elia. Her name is Elia. Have you seen her?” 

[ofglamour]

⸻ She maintains her insensitive façade, her eyes scanning the distraught Benny with a fake concern that hides her own fear. "Oh, you mean that girl that like, totally turned into a vicious monster and ate that guy?" she asks nonchalantly, flashing a bright smile to the camera that seems incongruous with the gravity of the situation. "Between you and me, I heard that the royals are waving the execution rule! Gotta keep that audience, like, entertained!"

As Benny shows her the picture of Elia, Dollie glances at it briefly, barely registering the significance, before continuing with her well-rehearsed act. Deep down, she was struggling to escape the anxiety that lurked beneath the surface. In a strange way, she'd convinced herself that if she kept it together and did her job correctly, somehow her sister would survive.

"Talk about gruesome and showstopping, kitties got claws!" she pauses, a contemplation evident in her features, "or should I say otter? Speaking of showstopping—have YOU had a chance to try the Spicy Beef Bulgogi and Gnocchi?" she asks, using her promotional skills as a coping mechanism. "Nobody heals fresh trauma quite like like Giovanni!"

[ofglamour]

open starter for @cagliostrostart // the glitz blitz!

⸻ Dollie, the epitome of unbridled insensitivity and charisma, stands outside of the center stage in the midst of The Glitz Blitz, a knock-out style tournament hosted by the royals (as a rather bizarre distraction from the leak about human sacrifices, but we weren't going to go into that). Clutching a tiny microphone in her perfectly manicured hand, she gazes into the camera with a signature wide smile, unfazed by the grim surroundings of the fighting arena.

"And…we're back!" she chirps, her tone as chipper as a morning bird (a mask she'd worked very hard on putting up). "We're back with another electrifying round of The Glitz Blitz! The place where champions rise, hearts race, and warriors, like, totally kick ass! Speaking of kicks—you, like, totally haven't had spice until you've tried Giovanni's Spicy Beef Bulgogi and Gnocchi!" Dollie winks at the camera, her tone completely unbothered by the contrast between her lively promotion and the serious nature of the event.

With a swift turn, she directs her attention to the closest person nearby, shoving the tiny mic in their face with eager anticipation. "You! What do you think of the tournaments so far? Like, the thrill, the action, and, of course, the fantastic food recommendations!" She pauses to wink at the camera again, "It's like, a total rollercoaster of excitement, right?" Her false enthusiasm remains intact, even amidst the peculiar and unsettling environment around.

[babygirlhq]

He watched the whole scene go down, although the weirdly perfectly flowing hair kind of distracted him for a moment there. Nevertheless, he basically got the gist of it. He didn't need it, but the confirmation of the, frankly, abnormally airbrushed looking woman being his boss' sister made perfect sense. She had the same entitlement in her tone. And why the fuck did she look like a 3D model from a video game? It was impossible to have smooth skin like that. "Damn Bobby, you're havin' a rough night, ain't ya buddy?" He mumbled, not exactly to the security guard but mostly to himself, quite impressed by the obnoxious speech from the little sister with the designer bag.

Oh, she turned to him. When did that happen?

Danny's eyebrows twitched upwards as an air of excitement surrounded him, immediately glancing down at her purse and then back at her face. "You got a pink taser?" It was a rare sight to see the frown on his face smooth out and the dimples show from his smile that only made him look younger than usual, but there it was anyway, at the promising topic of tasers. Which had him reaching for his own that was snugly hidden under his shirt and tucked under the waistband of his pants. "Yeah, she did, who cares-"He answered quickly to her question about losing his job. Which he got back a day later anyway. It was a usual occurrence at this point. "Look! I got stickers on mine." He pulled his taser out, a normal, cheap black one covered in red whinestones, courtesy of some of his friends from the club, and about a dozen skateboard stickers, from smoking aliens to streetwear brand names, all there.

[ofglamour]

⸻ Her eyes light up in excitement when Danny whips out a device of his own, adorned with various stickers and stones. In an instant, she's got it in her little hands and is flipping it over and admiring every little detail. "Are you kidding me? This is like, the cutest thing I've ever seen!" She exclaims, more than obsessed with the Danny's creative chaos. "I'm totally like, slacking! I'm going to take major inspo from you and give Tamara a serious makeover when I get home!" After all, tasers deserved a little glitz and glam, too.

When Danny brushed off the mention of being fired, Dollie waves it off with a dismissive flick of her overly-manicured hand, pristine eyebrows raising in amusement. "Ugh, like, don't even worry about it. My sister's moods change faster than fashion trends, " she giggles, well aware of Lottie's unpredictable nature, "One day you're in, the next you're like, out, am I right? Don't even get me started—" Before she can finish her thought, her banter is put on pause when Bobby, the ultimate BUZZKILL, threatens to call the police on the two of them. Her eyes narrow in irritation, glossy lips forming into a sneer. "Oh, please! My sister is a lawyer, buster. I'd love to see you try to mess with us!"

Her confidence is unwavering, knowing the legal prowess of Josie. Still, before she can dwell on the confrontation any further, a mischievous idea strikes her and suddenly she's slipping out of Bobby's face and into Danny's. With a knowing smile painted on her features, "I don't think I like the way this guy is treating us," her voice lowers to a conspiratorial tone and she shoves Danny's taser back into his own hands, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

[babygirlhq]

open >>> @cagliostrostart location: tiger heat club

There was a puff of glitter flying into the air as the rainbow fan clashed with the god-awful looking synthetic wig that the security deemed acceptable to enter the club. It was almost as if it all happened in slow-motion from the moment Danny's patience ran out. And hey, that wasn't too hard to accomplish. He was going to grab the bottle right next to his hand, but somehow his instinct told him that he would have to pay for it if he broke it over the stranger's head. Instead, as he hopped up on the bar with one impressive jump, he took some other club goer's fan and with a worthy weapon in his hand, Danny delivered the Reyes tackle blow no.3, jumping on top of the offender and rapidly hitting them with the fan over and over again.

The next thing he knew, he was plucked away from his victim by a security guard three times his size. "Wait! Wait, wait! Put me down, I'm not done yet!" After being thrown out of the building, Danny landed on his feet almost flawlessly, although he didn't care much about that as he tried to run back inside and practically bounced off the security guard. "Bobby, come on. I FUCKING WORK HERE, BOB! My ciggies are inside, please--?" He groaned as he was met with no reaction whatsoever, rolled his eyes, then turned to walk towards the alleyway, all the while mumbling in spanish. "I gotta break in to do my goddamn job..."

[ofglamour]

⸻ Arms crossed over her chest, a taut pout in her lips, and a mixture of amusement and frustration paints itself across Dollie's features. Despite just having a heated encounter of her own, the socialite couldn't help but wish her camera crew had been here with her. Oh, the glorious way the editors could have blown up a spectacle like this for reality television. But no, they had to go on a strike, putting their own well-being before their careers. Who even does that? She let's out an exasperated sigh, her eyes scanning the scene before her.

"Reality TV or not," she utters under her breath, her mind already concocting her next epic rant. With a swift determination, she closed the distance between herself and the security guards, invading their personal space with unabashed audacity. Tapping her toe impatiently, she points an accusing finger at them. "Bet you think you're just the security guards of the century!" She remarks with a theatrical eye roll. "Flexing your big muscles and harassing like, totally innocent souls! Well, Bobby, let me tell you something. You better have a damn good backup plan, because my SISTER Lottie, the owner of this fine establishment, is going to hear about this little fiasco! And you better trust that she doesn't take kindly to her people being mistreated. You can kiss your job goodbye, buster!"

After delivering her scathing words, she reveled in the power of her threat, relishing the thought of justice being served. As she turned quickly to face Danny, her mind quickly shifts gears. "Can you, like, believe these guys? They wouldn't let me in either, I just want to visit my sister but they told me I'm not allowed in because I have a (totally fabulous and pink) taser in my purse. I oughta pull it on Bobby right here, show him who's boss!" she's talking loud enough that the bouncers can hear her, "What did you even do, anyway? Wait, didn't my sissy fire you last week?"

[ofthcshvdes-deactivated20240915]

@ofglamour​ || Josie & Dollie - Letting loose (sensibly)

     “Thank you for attending my suit fitting with me” Josefine’s words were soft but sincere, walking arm in arm with that youngest pseudo-sister of hers. “As much as I love Dorothy and the others, their choice in colours and blouse prints can be a little… erratic” she hides the grimace that threatens to flash across her face easily, shaking her head delicately. “But I do enjoy getting the opinion of someone who’s not exactly being paid to sell me the item I’m trying on.” There was a flash back to the time she’d attended a fitting alone and the sales rep who’d assured her that that neon orange paisley print blouse was totally flattering on her. Her nose wrinkles in distaste at the memory.      “How’s about we stop for a bite to eat somewhere, my treat?” She smiles fondly at Dollie placing a hand over the younger girls hand. Whilst in theory, she was only bound to Meryem- now Dorothy, she felt a deep impassioned love and protective instinct towards the other Alimjan sisters, strong enough that they all ignored the complications of her relation to them and accepted her as their sister nonetheless. (It probably helped that she handled literally all of their legal issues and the paperwork in the family, but Josefine liked to believe that was just an arbitrary perk of her being on the brood). “Where would you like to go? Have you had any interesting recommendations recently?”

[ofglamour]

⸻ Arm-in-arm with Josie, Dollie giggles at the mention of her sisters' fashion choices and nods along in agreement. "Trust me, girl, I know. Like, I love all of my sisters," this included Josie of course, even if their were no blood ties between the two, if you asked Dollie, being an Alimjan was a state of mind. Shaking her head, she continued. "But some of those women," she was careful not to say Lottie out loud, "have a knack for mixing patterns that should never be seen together." She shakes her head to get rid of the mental image in her head, deciding to focus on the gorg rather than the gaudy. "I'll never lead you stray, dear sister, burnt umber is simply your color!"

She perks up at the mention of food; her arm unlace with Josies, and her she's tapping away on her phone in the blink of an eye. "I've like, literally got a list, just for this!" she exclaims proudly, under the glare of the light, you could see her scrolling past hundreds of notes in her phone. "There's this super cute new brunch spot, it's called The Dragon's Brunchery and like, I don't know about you, but I would kill for a Mermosa right now." She left out the little part about the high prices, Josie did offer to pay, after all.

"Oooh, I can even bring home a Knight-in-Shining Avocado Toast for Rosie!"

[ofglamour]

axdently​:

Sif’s eyes blazed with fury and narrowed as the other’s words cut through the air. her patience, already worn thin by the mounting pressure, threatened to snap like a tautly pulled bowstring. she took a moment to compose herself, inhaling deeply to quell the storm of anger that surged within her. her voice, however, is still filled with annoyance as she responded to the audacious journalist. “The public’s right to ask questions does not grant them an entitlement to immediate answers especially when those answers may compromise the delicate strategies at play.“

a sardonic smile played at the corner of her lips, while her gaze pierces into the journalist’s eyes. "Trust is earned through actions, not by pandering to the whims of an insatiable public hungry for information. I am accountable to my people–– to House Fraser, first, and I assure you, I do not take that lightly.” she would protect them all even if it meant dying.

“It is through thoughtful deliberation, not reckless appeasement, that I shall navigate these treacherous waters” Sif’s voice carried a firm resolve as she concluded, her words etched with authority. “While I appreciate your concern, I would advise you to save your snide remarks for those who lack the burden of leadership and the weight of responsibility… It makes you seem truly dimwitted and naive.”  

⸻ Dollie's eyes narrowed as she absorbed Sif's fierce rebuttal, her own irritation still simmering beneath the surface. Still, woman to woman, she couldn't help but feel a grudging respect for the leader's unwavering determination. That didn't mean she was ready to back down, though.

"Cool it, Queen Bee." Dollie retorted, her voice laced with a touch of sass. "Like, I hear you loud and clear, Miss High-and-Mighty. You've got a whole house to protect, but everything you're saying can like, be boiled down to keeping secrets and playing the 'trust me' card." She leans forward, gaze challenging, "But here's the thing, lady. Trust isn't like, all about actions! It's about the people, the public, the ones who put you in that fancy seat. These weirdos are all scared and confused, like, of course they want answers!" Still, despite her frustration, when it came down to things, Dollie was still a person. She wasn't incapable of empathy….and hearing the room go silent didn't help.

After a deep breath, her vice softens slightly, a flicker of empathy crossing her pristine features. "Like, I get it, alright? Being a leader totally isn't a cakewalk, I'm just saying that shutting people out and belittling their questions isn't going to make things better. Isn't there, like, a smidge of info you can give, to show you're in this with them?" She leans back, crosses her arms, confidently ignoring the other womans insults. It wouldn't be the first time someone called her dim-witted or naïve, and it certainly wasn't the last.

"This is just a suggestion, so take it or leave it," she flashes a mischievous grin, "But like, even a Queen needs her loyal subjects at her side."

[axdently]

@cagliostrostart​ // ONE WARRIOR EACH FROM BELTRAN, FRASER, AND VANITAS.                                                                                                [ 𝒄𝒂𝒑 𝒙 𝒐𝒇 ? ]

mentally she’s here, and emotionally she’s here, but thankfully she stands tall. an elongated neck and squared shoulders are read to answer questions. thankfully her team of advisors have advised her against an emotional response. she’s practiced political euphemisms all day– she’s got them at her disposal ready to say nothing at all. she’s a bit enervated. if one were to look closely, they’d notice the slight twitch in her eye. she’s been told by a couple that despite the outbursts and tantrums she’s made against her own staff, that she looks calm, cool and collected. and yet she snaps at the person before her, a venom inherited from her mother dripping from her tongue. “That’s enough questions, do you hear me? I have no further comments. Leave me alone.”

​

[ofglamour]

⸻ She was still on autopilot; the reality of the dark things coming to Cagliostro hadn't settled in, the fear was still bubbling up. Mind racing, still in work mode, she was desperate to try and gather any information she could for her podcast before everyone else could dissect the story and start spitting out half-attempted copies of the same thing. As the press release unfolded, Dollie sat in the back, her gaze low as she furiously took notes. Pen scratching and indenting the paper from the nerves. Her head jumps up with the Head of House abruptly snaps at one of the journalists, causing the Alimjan to flinch in her seat.

Taking a breath, a flicker of irritation flashes across Dollie's face…a few moments pass, she tries to count backwards in her head, tries to keep herself from snapping back, but as the nerves creep in more and more, she can't help but speak up.

"Woah, lady, like, take a chill pill!" she retorts, unable to suppress the snip in her voice, "We're all scared here, okay? Everyone is, like, just trying to make sense of all the shit happening around us, and the public has a right to like, ask questions!" With a quick shake of her head, she leans forward, eyes locked on Sif. "Look, I get it. You're caught in the middle of a shitstorm, emotions are running high, and it like, sucks! But shutting down and pushing people away isn't going to help your case, sweetie! No offense, but you're going to need all of the trust from the public you can get."

[ofglamour]

bold what applies to your character in this verse.

𝐓𝐇𝐄      𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘.         chipped   nail   polish.   glitter  highlight.   tall   trees   with   smooth   bark.   tangled   hair.  the   taste   of   cinnamon   sugar.   talking   too   loud   and   too   fast.   overgrown   flowers   in   your   hair.  crumbling   buildings   reclaimed   by   nature.    flirting.   walking   home   at   3am   with   no   coat.     platonic   hand-holding.  blowing   smoke   out   of   your   nose.  dragonfly   wings.   chaotic   good.   freckles.   fairy   rings.  secret   meetings.  gender   nonconformity.   leather.   smudged   eyeliner.   forbidden fruit.

𝐓𝐇𝐄      𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑.    computer   errors.   a   shiver   down   your   spine. haunting   beauty.   hard   liquor.   crowns   of   thorns.   shadowed   alleyways.  decaying   plant   matter.  shattered   mirrors   and   broken   glass.  corrupted   memories.   stopped   clocks. the   scent   of   stale   cigarettes.   tattered   black   hoodies.  walking   your   friends   home.   the   crescent   moon.  the   sea.   a   graveyard   on   a   foggy   day.   cold   rings   on   cold   fingers.  absolution.   looking   out   the   window   of   an   airplane.   soft   kisses.

𝐓𝐇𝐄      𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇.      graffiti.   pretending   to   know   what   you’re   doing.   worn   paperback   books.    growing   up   too   fast.   parsley,   sage,   rosemary,   and   thyme.  lace   and   combat   boots.  moth   wings.   candles   on   every   surface.  a  weathered  deck   of   cards. turning   the   music   up.   fireflies   in   jars.   calloused   fingers.  drawing   on   your   skin.   sunlight   filtering   through   clouds.    petrichor.   a   dying   rose   in   a   jar.   wearing   a   crystal   pendant. illusions   and   spells.   black   cats.   mint   gum.   chapped   lips. dirt   under   your   fingernails.   the   cycle   of   life   and   death.

𝐓𝐇𝐄      𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅.      murders   of   crows.   frost-bitten   leaves.   wolves   howling   at   midnight.  knocking   on   your   door.  leaving   food   out   for   stray   animals.  the   twang of   an   acoustic   guitar.  honey.  tiny   red   buds   on   trees.   claw   marks   on   the   walls.   golden   eyes.  slightly   too   long   stubble.  sharp   canines.  soft,   thick   fur.  hunger.  a small  cottage   in   the   middle   of   the   woods.   knitted   fingerless   gloves.   sleeping   on   the   forest   floor.   always   finding   your   way   back   home.

[ofglamour]

[ blue lagoon ]  how do they typically react when faced with something they fear?

as seen here, apparently by getting drunk and accidentally coming out as gay to your enemy before even telling your sisters! YIKES !

[ofglamour]

7.  INSOMNIA :  for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am. (josie?)

heavy platform boot steps echo through the quiet hallways as dollie made her way into her sisters office. the dimly lit corrido gave way to the glow emanating from the open door, revealing josie still seated at her desk. dollie's eyes widen as she took in the sight—papers strewn across the workspace, the computer screen illuminating josie's fatigued expression. it was three in the morning, and there josie was, still hard at work. this simply wouldn't do. only dollie was allowed to overwork herself! gasping, she storms into the office, her voice laced with concern. "seriously, josie? it's like, the middle of the night! when's the last time you let yourself get some beauty rest? no offense, but you really need it!" she scolds, placing her hands on her hips and standing far too close, "this, like, isn't healthy! i know you're a dedicated girl boss and all, but lawyering isn't worth your well-being!" despite her scolding tone, the real concern for josie was evident in the younger sisters eyes. she places a hand on josies and sighs. "come on, josie. let's call it a night, okay?"

[ofglamour]

∗ 29﹕ a supportive text . ( dollie & rosie )

⊰  ✉ → rosie posie (favorite) ⊱

⸺ listen to me, sister

⸺ you are ROSALIND ALIMJAN, not like, some rando

⸺ you are beautiful and capable and deserving of love and RESPECT, with or without a boyfriend

⸺ and like, honestly, you should take this breakup as a blessing in disguise because he totally looked like the kind of a guy who uses 2 in 1 shampoo. SICK. 🤮

⸺ love u 💞💞💞

@vicioushauntings

[ofglamour]

for lottie ∗ 13﹕ an intoxicated text .

⊰  ✉ → hottie lottie ⊱

⸺ he y ssi ssy! 💞 can i borrow yoir tigwrs?

⸺ i need ro make that nasty man gilbert rike disappeF

⸺ plrase sissy youre my favorire sister

@axdently

[ofglamour]

ALIMJAN SISTERS ∗ 21﹕ a text to a group chat .

⊰  ✉ → all around the alimjans ⊱

⸺ i made the biggest mistake of my life 😭

⸺ like...i think i ruined everything.

⸺ lottie is never going to forgive me

⸺ i think i need to take a break for a few days, i'm turning my phone off.

⸺ DON'T call

@axdently, @chocalafolie, @ofthcshvdes, @vicioushauntings

[ofglamour]

accepting ask memes on dollie! feel free to send whatever you'd like, but here are some memes i like for ideas!

cocktail quiz

scenarios meme (pls specify your muse!)

text chats

[ofglamour]

wheel of fortune & the fool?

wheel of fortune: first three songs that come on shuffle?

❝ let's see...stars are blind by paris hilton, lucky by britney spears, and untouched by the veronicas ! ❞

the fool: do you have any nicknames?

❝ well, nobody has ever really called me anything, like, nice other than my actual name? i do think 'doll' would be SUPER cute, though !❞

[ofglamour]

...Heard a rumor that something lives in these woods, something… otherworldly.

❝ uh, yeah, no shit! did you, like, forget about the giant MARIONETTIST that KILLED people? bestie, i'm pretty sure there's a lot more than something otherworldly in these woods. luckily for you, i'll be covering it in my next podcast. tune in next friday! ❞