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ARCHIVED—–FIND ME OVER HERE!

This is, honestly, a really long time coming, but I’ve officially decided to go ahead & archive this blog & move Riley over to a new one. I’m just generally not happy with so much going on here & it’s really making it difficult for me to write much of anything, so! You can now find me over at the new url; same old cranky Riley, just with a cleaner blog & a happier mun.

#self reblog for ts #&. ❝ and who the hell are you? ❞ ( ᴏᴏᴄ. ) ;#&. ❝ unpredictable in it's predictability. ❞ ( ǫᴜᴇᴜᴇ. ) ;

rileyhallowarchive

ARCHIVED—–FIND ME OVER HERE!

This is, honestly, a really long time coming, but I’ve officially decided to go ahead & archive this blog & move Riley over to a new one. I’m just generally not happy with so much going on here & it’s really making it difficult for me to write much of anything, so! You can now find me over at the new url; same old cranky Riley, just with a cleaner blog & a happier mun.

#self reblog for ts #&. ❝ and who the hell are you? ❞ ( ᴏᴏᴄ. ) ;#&. ❝ unpredictable in it's predictability. ❞ ( ǫᴜᴇᴜᴇ. ) ;

rileyhallowarchive

ARCHIVED—–FIND ME OVER HERE!

This is, honestly, a really long time coming, but I’ve officially decided to go ahead & archive this blog & move Riley over to a new one. I’m just generally not happy with so much going on here & it’s really making it difficult for me to write much of anything, so! You can now find me over at the new url; same old cranky Riley, just with a cleaner blog & a happier mun.

#self reblog for ts #&. ❝ and who the hell are you? ❞ ( ᴏᴏᴄ. ) ;#&. ❝ unpredictable in it's predictability. ❞ ( ǫᴜᴇᴜᴇ. ) ;

ARCHIVED-----FIND ME OVER HERE!

This is, honestly, a really long time coming, but I’ve officially decided to go ahead & archive this blog & move Riley over to a new one. I’m just generally not happy with so much going on here & it’s really making it difficult for me to write much of anything, so! You can now find me over at the new url; same old cranky Riley, just with a cleaner blog & a happier mun.

#I feel really good about this choice because things are a mess here #and I'm going to queue this for a couple of days and start following people over there now #&. ❝ and who the hell are you? ❞ ( ᴏᴏᴄ. ) ;

auto-destructeur

#&. ❝ thunder in her lungs. ❞ ( ᴍᴜsɪɴɢs. ) ;

; DRUNKARD.

❝You know, there are ways to point such things out without being so exceptionally unhelpful. I’d elaborate, but something tells me you wouldn’t want me to just as much as I don’t feel like doing so.❞

❝ Yeah, but none of those other ways are as effective at getting the point across as just saying it is. It's just a bunch of unnecessary beating around the bush with the ‘helpful' ways. ❞

#Catching people at bad times is her specialty #like a really shitty superpower or something #Riley can't be a casual appreciator of wine anymore so she's going to annoy him about it #&. ❝ v. where the light won’t find you. ❞ ( ᴍᴀɪɴᴠᴇʀsᴇ. ) ;#&. ❝ arc. memories are the key not to the past but the future. ❞ ( ᴀʀᴄ ɪ. ) ;#springvigor

; MALCOLM.

“Well aren’t you just a wealth of existential wisdom tonight.” He usually tends naturally toward a more diplomatic approach with her, even when Riley is far less pleasant than she’s being now, but it’s clear that Malcolm is fresh out of fucks to give.

“Clearly not.” He doesn’t bother to soften the bitterness in his tone. The crossroads demon pushes the door closed behind her, turning to regard his former subordinate with a most skeptical look. “Yeah. Well. It is what it is.” Understatement of the century, perhaps. “Touched as I am by your sudden an’ suspicious concern, don’t you think it’s a bit too late t’ start pretendin’ like you give a damn?”

She swallows the remark that rises up in the back of her throat, bile & poison in response to his (admittedly equally justified) contempt bitten back in an ATTEMPT to maintain some form of civility lest they fall back into the bottomless pit that houses most of their conversations-----angry shouting & insults have NEVER helped them understand each other before and will definitely not do them any favors now.

❝ I don’t want to fight with you, Malcolm. ❞ She never wants to fight with him, it's just how things end up going, even when they make some effort to be less them. ❝ I just--------------- ❞ A heavy sigh; brows knit together & she stops to turn back towards him. ❝ want to ask you something-----something else, since you want to be an ASS about that one. ❞

#I will always be amazed at how they ever managed to tolerate one another for any period of time #&. ❝ v. where the light won’t find you. ❞ ( ᴍᴀɪɴᴠᴇʀsᴇ. ) ;#&. ❝ arc. memories are the key not to the past but the future. ❞ ( ᴀʀᴄ ɪ. ) ;#crossroadcaesar

; PIPER.

@rileyhallow | starter call.

“ i’m sorry, ” she’s haphazardly shoving everything into her bag. “ but i don’t have a lot of time to chat. ”

❝ You look like you’re planning on a really long trip. ❞ One that looks as UNWANTED as it does impromptu.

#She's kind of concerned about this #&. ❝ v. where the light won’t find you. ❞ ( ᴍᴀɪɴᴠᴇʀsᴇ. ) ;#&. ❝ arc. memories are the key not to the past but the future. ❞ ( ᴀʀᴄ ɪ. ) ;

ROLEPLAY CHARACTER STATS SHEET

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tagged by: @sempiternalcadence

▌FACE CLAIM: Sienna Guillory. ▌NAME: Riley. ▌AGE: Claims 500. ▌HEIGHT: 5′6″.  ▌SPECIES: Archdemon.  ▌GENDER: None, goes by female pronouns.  ▌NATIONALITY: Irish.  ▌BIRTHDAY: N/a. ▌SUN SIGN: N/a. ▌RESIDENCE: None/moving around. ▌MARITAL STATUS: Unmarried, dating. ▌ALIGNMENT: Chaotic good. ▌DRINK: Fruit juice. ▌FOOD: Soft pretzels.  ▌DAY OR NIGHT: Night. ▌SNACKS: Soft pretzels, apples, strawberry ice cream. ▌PET: Selma (a rabbit). ▌COLOR: Light blue. ▌FLOWER: Iris. ▌SEXUALITY: Bisexual. ▌ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic. ▌BODY TYPE: Slender/athletic. ▌EYE COLOR: Green (can go completely black). ▌HAIR COLOR: Black.

Tagging: @sleepindarkness @springvigor @sincethexbeginning whoever hasn’t done it I guess?

#&. ❝ and who the hell are you? ❞ ( ᴏᴏᴄ. ) ;#&. ❝ chaos in her bones. ❞ ( ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ. ) ;

; THRANDUIL.

@rileyhallow continued from here.

❝That was uncalled for. ———Anyway, are you sure you’re qualified to pass judgement on someone else’s majesty?❞

❝ I’m qualified to pass personal judgement on anyone and anything, I just can’t do a whole lot about it. Except point it out. ❞

#Loudly judges him in the background #At least he hasn't drunk so much that he's lost the capability to be hungover #Riley is offended about this assumption she doesn't get much majesty in her life #She spent five hundred years with Malcolm how much more majesty does she need honestly #&. ❝ v. where the light won’t find you. ❞ ( ᴍᴀɪɴᴠᴇʀsᴇ. ) ;#&. ❝ arc. memories are the key not to the past but the future. ❞ ( ᴀʀᴄ ɪ. ) ;#springvigor

; MALCOLM.

He gives her a dry look; a purse of his lips the only indication of whatever remark he’s swallowing down in the interests of diplomacy. “Rotten, worm-eaten nutshell, maybe.”

Malcolm steps aside, making way for his former subordinate to come inside if she chooses. “Sorry t’ disappoint, but Vince isn’t here.” Because it is frankly inconceivable that Riley would have shown up to see him. “He’ll be home in a bit, if ya’ wanna’ wait.”

❝ Even a shitty nutshell is still a nutshell. ❞ And it’s not like they have any kind of choice in the matter, anyway-----at this point, they’re stuck together, shared inner circle the glue that keeps them from falling away and going down entirely separate paths int he wake of lacking similarities.

Arms fold under her chest, a wide step around him and through the door, head cocking in an attempt to take some stock of the room. ❝ You know, not everything in my life is Vincent-related. ❞ Even if it feels like it, sometimes. ❝ Maybe I just came to see how YOU were getting on. It’s a far step down from what we all used to be to-----THIS, after all. ❞

#Puts hand on his shoulder #I understand everything is awful seemingly forever but how is your specific shittiness going #Interested parties want to know #This is probably the most civil conversation they've had yet #Riley being nice (ish) in his home at least #&. ❝ v. where the light won’t find you. ❞ ( ᴍᴀɪɴᴠᴇʀsᴇ. ) ;#&. ❝ arc. memories are the key not to the past but the future. ❞ ( ᴀʀᴄ ɪ. ) ;#crossroadcaesar

❝ I’m not majestic on weekends. ❞ (For modern Thranduil, I suppose~)

@springvigor | meme.

❝ I don’t know that I’ve ever seen you particularly majestic on weekdays, either, but this is... definitely different. ❞

#springvigor #Riley that's so rude #I'm positive he's perfectly majestic under usual circumstances okay #&. ❝ getting the third degree. ❞ ( ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀs. ) ;#&. ❝ v. where the light won’t find you. ❞ ( ᴍᴀɪɴᴠᴇʀsᴇ. ) ;#&. ❝ arc. memories are the key not to the past but the future. ❞ ( ᴀʀᴄ ɪ. ) ;

❝ I hope you’ll excuse my cheap wit, but the hour is late and it’s all I have left. ❞

@crossroadcaesar | meme.

❝ Seems like that’s just US in a nutshell lately, huh? ❞ Or just them always, honestly.

#crossroadcaesar #That's pretty much them always just #cheat wit and mild annoyance while they attempt to not irritate each other too badly #&. ❝ getting the third degree. ❞ ( ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀs. ) ;#&. ❝ v. where the light won’t find you. ❞ ( ᴍᴀɪɴᴠᴇʀsᴇ. ) ;#&. ❝ arc. memories are the key not to the past but the future. ❞ ( ᴀʀᴄ ɪ. ) ;

ask-meme-addicts

“Guide to Troubled Birds” sentence meme

❝ The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math. ❞

❝ I preen for Satan. ❞

❝ I disembowel. It’s what I do. ❞

❝ He gave them the heebie-jeebies. He had nothing else to give. ❞

❝ I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip. ❞

❝ I love you despite the warning signs. ❞

❝ I’m a dirty bird. ❞

❝ This was a topsy-turvy world of anguish, shame and self-torment. ❞

❝ I’m three ounces of whoop-ass. ❞

❝ Dealing with you is like herding cats. ❞

❝ My mating dance is mostly seizures. ❞

❝ This jackassery will not stand! ❞

❝ I’ve been through hell and come out singing. ❞

❝ Your love has made me a drunk. ❞

❝ I’m not majestic on weekends. ❞

❝ God can’t help you now. ❞

❝ That’s a crazy idea. Insane. It doesn’t make sense. ❞

❝ I had on my prettiest dress and he never even looked at it. ❞

❝ He had a violent, uncontrolled temper, which sent him literally insane when he was annoyed, but he was good looking. ❞

❝ This might have passed a very pleasant evening had shit not gotten real. ❞

❝ Perhaps you can do something about the evil spirit in my head. ❞

❝ My emotions have three outlets: haughty silence, tears and rage. ❞

❝ I do not go to my happy place, I go to my high lonesome place. ❞

❝ I am often seized by the fatal American need to have a pretty good time. ❞

❝ I’m addicted to shiny things. ❞

❝ The ability to remain sober and gracious is, indeed, a mild form of insanity. ❞

❝ My modus operandi is dial up the awesome and break the knob off. ❞

❝ Looking for trouble and if I cannot find it, I will create it. ❞

❝ The drinks came. I wasn’t about to be sobered by anything like regret. ❞

❝ Foie gras this, motherfucker! ❞

❝ The whispery groans in my mind are beginning to issue orders. ❞

❝ Unicorn of love, impale me! ❞

❝ Oh. You’re an artist. ❞

❝ I hope you’ll excuse my cheap wit, but the hour is late and it’s all I have left. ❞

❝ As always, all I should’ve said was, “I love you.” ❞

#&. ❝ a bit of incentive never hurt. ❞ ( ᴍᴇᴍᴇ. ) ;

; LOUD GIRL.

†. RILEYHALLOW ║ ᶫᶦᵏᵉᵈ

Knees tremble, a dry throat swallows, there is blood on the floor, an inner alarm tells her to stop, to back off, to get out of there, but she does not take the advice, what if someone’s hurt ? what if there is still a human needing for her aid ? ❛ where is the corpse ? ❜ a thought that comes out from her mouth as she steps back as she should have done it before ❛ dammit dammit dammit ! ❜ her back slams against the kitchen counter, empty canned goods fall, noise, noise noise … A LOT OF NOISE. ( silly little girl —- always so clumsy )

Her mouth starts to open, starts to offer an explanation, but doesn't quite get anything out, everything CUT OFF when the NOISE starts; exclamations followed by the loud clatter of tin hitting the floor has her cringing from the suddenness, head snapping into the direction of the girl that's managed to wander in & make the ridiculous declaration of their presence. ❝ Quiet! ❞ Words hissed through CLENCHED TEETH, hands raising in a gesture for her to calm down before she makes it any worse. ❝ Are you TRYING to call everything that wants to kill you out there? ❞

#It's perfect thank you!#Also I'm so sorry about how long this took me #&. ❝ v. this is it; the apocalypse. ❞ ( ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘᴛɪᴄ. ) ;#surviivorborn

; LITTLE DOVE.

❝Are you certain it works that way? Because you know I have tried to like things before, and it had no affect.❞

❝ You can go into something thinking you're gonna hate it and sour your opinion of it before trying it, yeah-----doesn't always work the other way around, unfortunately, but it happens. ❞

#Our counter is Riley yes #there's no escaping it at this point; he signed up for this when he decided this was a thing he wanted to date #It's fine don't worry about it~#&. ❝ v. where the light won’t find you. ❞ ( ᴍᴀɪɴᴠᴇʀsᴇ. ) ;#notwrath

; WEIRD GIRL.

🌙 * | @rileyhallow

SMOKE. cinders snapping on logs, amber light glowing in the cracks of charred wood. that’s what she smelled like. FIRE. merilee looked her over, eyes searching for the why. how. umber tresses quivered as she shook her head. ❛this is…new.❜

Fire burns for eternity, black smoke coiling beneath borrowed STOLEN flesh like a snake drawing to retaliate against unseen attackers. ❝ ---------------Well, that CERTAINLY DOESN’T sound like a good thing. ❞ Dark brows pull together, green eyes flitting over the girl, WATCHING in confusion.

#That's perfectly fine with me!#Riley's just gonna be really confused about everything always #and so sorry about how long this took me #&. ❝ v. where the light won’t find you. ❞ ( ᴍᴀɪɴᴠᴇʀsᴇ. ) ;#&. ❝ arc. memories are the key not to the past but the future. ❞ ( ᴀʀᴄ ɪ. ) ;#uncutice

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