#( thread w. liesel. )

[thegraveyardshifts]

@lieslauroraschneider

It’s late and Maddox has spent the whole day within New Orleans, playing piano and drinking with the local ensembles he knows, working out future shows and having a good time with people he isn’t familiar with, a notion so completely un-Maddox. The streets are busier now with a different type of person, drunks stumbling around, the pavement wet with alcohol, vomit, fluids of a distinctly disgusting type. It makes him shudder from where he’s stood outside a bar, a scotch in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other, listening to the chatter around him and distant music. He finishes the cig off, stomping it underfoot and reaching for another. Why? The undead could put it down to stress, the distinct feeling of unease that’s begun to permeate his being. It must just be the business with Ric, that’s all. The two are rarely so off with the other, it’s affecting him more than he thinks. Reaching into his pocket for a lighter, he curses, patting down the fitted trousers he’s wearing before realizing - fuck. Not here. “You got a light?” Maddox asks the nearest person to him.

[noblehcart]

@ensnchekov (ffvii )

"Tell me the truth, Pavel-" She leans against the desk, head ducking as she whispers out the rest. " Palmer is running the Space division into the ground isn't he? "

It really wasn't a secret. Half of Shinra suspected as much considering Palmer was...Palmer. Loud. Inept and rather innane with the way he ran the division. As a secretary in the float pool she had a decent sense of how things ran in Shinra, but never fully got the entire grasp of what exactly was going on. What she did know was the directors of the different divisions and how they functioned on the day to day to run their charged responsibilities. Palmer was by far the dullest tool in the toolbox.

"I mean he's got the enthusiasm, but um...isn't that about it? "

[thegraveyardshifts]

She ditched bodies in the woods sometimes, when she went too far and didn't pull off soon enough - the precipice of death, followed by it, Agathe choosing not to have a hoard of sired younglings under her thumb. The blonde had only one, and he had burned her terribly by no longer needing her.

A figured by the water captured her attention briefly, another of her kind, still in the serene night. Agathe paused, silent footsteps against the underbrush as she asked;

"Spot of night fishing, sister?" Not literally, of course, just the moniker Agathe applied to many other vampires, all of them children of the night.

⸻ Liesl was quiet, embracing her own legs, and watching the lake before her, seeing the reflection of the stars and moon. The silence was broken by the noises of the nocturnal animals and the tinkle of the leaves from the trees. Everything was so beautiful. There was a beautiful magic about this night that was making her comfortable. And she was better with herself, back to work, which made her motivated.

tagging: @frgdsecrts + @sanguisxferox + @thegraveyardshifts

( not a GROUP THREAD just a simple starter )

[gxlds-doodles]

something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire, chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons. one single thread of gold tied me to you. - invisible string by taylor swift rudy x liesel fans come get ur content ‼️‼️ rudy n liesel being soulmates is something that can be so special, this was originally meant to be like the second version w/ just the classic red string of fate but then the taylor swift lyric popped into my head so i made another version where the string is gold and included the lyrics :D and then another version w/ no strings just them chilling.

[princewished]

🍓if ur still accepting??

HEWWO ALEXA!!!

you’re so warm and welcoming and I love all of your characters <3 I know we’ve only ever really rp’d together with liesel & al, but each one is so carefully fleshed out and given life, and it’s amazing. I LOVE our thread so much and the instant dynamic these two have, I think it’s so fun

AND YOUR CREATIVITY !! DUDE I LOVE LOVE LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR IDEAS!!!!! I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE SHARE THINGS WITH ME / GUSH ABOUT THINGS THEY ENJOY LIKE IT’S SOME OF THE BEST PARTS OF MY DAY!!!! and when we talk ooc I always feel super comfortable just being myself, which is amazing bc I, am a nervous wRecK usually fjsjsis

IN SHORT YOU’RE GREAT & I LOVE WRITING & TALKIN W YOU

[thegraveyardshifts]

@lieslauroraschneider

It’s busier than normal everywhere, and that’s saying something as Chester has noticed that New Orleans seems to be a city just packed most of the time. Add in carnival festival, and it seems to grow significantly worse. Usual spots are taken by people wearing gaudy beads, tourists and locals alike and while it’s good for business and whatever…it stops them from being able to enjoy small luxuries they take for granted. Nothing sops up beer better than a grilled sandwich but, Chester all but has a heart attack when he goes to the local cafe to see a line out of the fucking door. “Oh. Oh this is bullshit!” The witch complains loudly, appearing to most as rambling drunk which…he is, just a little. He turns on the nearest person, an attractive blonde and asks - “Know where I can get a decent meal?”

[noblehcart]

dance.  for your muse to force my muse to dance with them. (( for liesel idk sorry he's in a mood ))

@paramounticebound

everyone had been watching him. all night long.

she couldn't help it herself, stealing glimpses. he was the gossip amongst everyone attending. khan noonien-singh had been released in the strangest form of probation. allowed to attend starfleet events- invited to them, actually. perhaps that was the federation's means of keeping tabs. no one who knew he had been invited thought he'd actually attend. yet here he was surprising and intimidating everyone with his presence. some thought it was his means of flying in the face of starfleet itself by coming. a means of 'you can't ignore me' in the most unexpected way. he spoke with few high ranking admirals and danced with none much to relief of most there. she tried to put him out of her sight and try to enjoy the evening. it was fun for once to dress up, mingle and dance...or somewhat dance.

most partners were terrible. on one hand she could count the decent passable ones- and not even use all fingers. more than anything it made her homesick for london. she'd have to call michael and ask if he'd be willing to do her the greatest favor of a decent dance. it was flight without wings to actually dance. the feeling of invisibility in full view of others once you were swept up in the dance. like the pull of water taking you along with ease and instinct. she missed it. the feeling of no inhibitions. until then she tried to enjoy what little of it she could scrounge here with the passable as partners.

or so she had thought- at last glance she had seen him across the room and the next he was beside her like an imposing dark figure. may i. his hand extended open to her and she felt at a loss for words. it didn't feel like a question of if. she tried to stammer out a response to find the words to politely decline, her hand reaching to his in greeting, but she hadn't declined a dance all night and he hadn't yet asked for one.

technically speaking, he still didn't ask as his hand took hers. "Mr. Singh, I um..."

his hand firm around hers as she followed after his lead to the floor amongst the dancers and she suddenly found herself trying to remember how to dance. her thoughts felt shattered in remembrance of who it was that had his hands on her, but the singular voice of reason told her to focus over his shoulder. to forget. it was getting easier to forget as his hand rested at her back, just right, and it felt like water again. easy and smooth as he led her through the movements and the water began to wash away the anxieties of whom it was leading her through the dance. it melted and she felt herself floating in his arms, instinct taking over as her frame responded in kind to his direction. she forgot that they were in the middle of a dancefloor in a starfleet gala with hundreds of eyes focused. that was the beauty of dancing. forgetting and the loss of self-awareness- at least it was for her. the best thing she could've done was to take her mind off of him and just focus on soft sensation of the air brushing past them in the movements, the twists, turns, and soft spins that brought her back into his arms with ease like ribbon twirling to his direction.

it wasn't until it stopped and she heard the breathlessness, the gaping silence beneath the music, in the room that she felt gravity's fingers dragging her back down to earth, her head dizzied with the sensation as everyone's eyes settled on them. on her. on him. those fingers wrapped around her heart and she felt the strangled sensation for oxygen beginning, drawing her out of his arms as she stammered out.

"excuse me, i-i need a drink. thank you." the words falling out as she nodded slightly to him then turned towards the refreshment table now wishing for something stronger than the champagne served. it was as if the bartender knew what she needed as he pressed a glass into her hand, his head tilted to the glass doors just a few feet away leading outside to a garden. air. she needed air as she downed her glass and quickly stepped outside to find it.

[noblehcart]

“ah, fuck it” -jaseliese bc OBVS

Send “ah, fuck it” to shove my muse up against a wall for a surprise kiss 👀 @myhiraeth

"You owe me big time."

Because she had promised herself she wouldn't come back here, but because Red Hood needed intel. Because there were lives on the line and because he looked...stressed. She should not care whether the Red Hood was stressed. He was a vigilante and this was work. Somehow in between the banter, the danger and flirtation he had wedged his way in. Which was why she was stepping into a backroom in the Iceberg Lounge in shimmery dress, her own flimsy glittering mask in place from having performed on stage in a one time return cabaret gig. She had tried very hard to keep what she did in the past to pay for university hidden away, but Oswald Cobblepot could be won over and admittedly she had been a quiet favorite. A bargain was struck and he handed over the information moments after the performance. As always he offered her a more permanent position if she liked, but it was gently turned down because she was more than happy where she was at with her bookshop.

"What's with that look-?" The soft laugh followed as she removed her mask, setting it on the dressing table as she took in the Red Hood standing in the middle of the room. How he had managed to get into the Lounge she didn't know, but there he was. Surprisingly hood-less.

It was rare to see him without the helmet, but there he was and as always he took her breath away. The dark curls, sharp jaw and that furrow of brow as he stepped towards her and she smiled at him instinctively. "I have the drive right he-"

She thought he was coming to get the drive, make some flirty comment and disappear. She thought maybe he'd say she looked pretty- or maybe she just hoped he would. That he'd remark on the performance. Or something about how he intended to return the favor, but he was silent. But he was there, suddenly, gloved hand on her waist as back pressed into the door abruptly. His pinning weight against her as mouth covered hers near hungrily and she melted with the grasping hands against her frame. She could scarcely lean up on her heels to meet him even though he was very much bent over to reach her height as the kiss dragged on till someone- she didn't notice who, had pulled away between ragged gasping breaths.

"I...think you covered that favor now." Was all she could think to stammer out, leaning against the door now as she dazedly stared up at the masked figure.

[noblehcart]

WHEN I SAY MY WEAKNESS IS PATYA TASAROV I MEAN IT

[noblehcart]

"I suppose it could be a different parallel, but the intimacy of six in a bookshop is not the same as an auditorium of fifty. " Involuntarily she shivered at the thought of fifty sets of eyes watching her speak and waiting for her to make a mistake. " In storytelling its also much easier to cover a mistake than in a lecture."

Although that might depend on how well you know your material as she's quite sure that Spock almost never- if rarely ever- made a mistake in his lectures.

He certainly didn't as he remarked on his impeccable knowledge and stole a pawn of hers off the board in a fell swoop. Lips tugged into a bemused scowl at how he had done so when she was so sure he'd have taken another route in tactics. Heaven help his opponents if he ever took a political role like his father. She pitied the unsuspecting person who would ever try to get a hold over him given the way he played chess.

"I'd feel a little more confident if I could pry some of your chess strategies away from you. I think I know already how this game is going to end. " She teased in return as he poured himself tea and offered her more in the process. " Another would be great, thank you. It might soothe the sting of my almost inescapable defeat."

ANOTHER PIECE MOVES AND SPOCK HAS begun to think, allowing his mind to divide, that they are maneuvering inside two battlefields at once. The first lays at the tips of his fingers. But he doesn't yet move to play, contemplating the placement of a knight and where it intercedes the strategy of a rook. The second started as a simple question, evolving into something more personal, hedging into someplace where Spock believes she is making to understand him.

An eyebrow arches wryly upward while he eyes stay on the board.

" Could it not be viewed similarly? " He offers. Leisel speaks and tells stories, formulating whole worlds with words and changing inflection. " The podium could easily exchanged with a seat in your store. Your listeners, with an auditorium. "

It is a pathological difference only. Though, Spock concedes that such an overlay may require a certain mental discipline to illicit pretend.

" The topic is interchangeable. I consider myself an accomplished individual. " Confident. Immoveable. Over the years, he has learned in large and small ways that he has never been allowed to be anything else.

Coolly taking a pawn, he unfolds from the chair, rising to catch at the kettle resting on smaller table beside them. The scent of chamomile touches at his senses and he pours himself a new cup, " As should you. "

Spock raises his eyes to her, " Would you care for another? "

@noblehcart

[noblehcart]

“ bad people don’t feel bad after hurting others. “ jason or ak @ liesel (bonus points if he's referring to himself)

@formerlyrobin

"W-Well this one did." Was the stammer as she tried to get comfortable on the armchair and remember the story right. It didn't help with him interjecting about her tale, but she knew she was just lucky that he was giving her this hour more to live. it was a hail mary attempt and if he had any sense of stories or fairytales he'd know her play, but for now he seemed to be listening intently across the room, though his hand remained on his weapon.

One hour more to live. She was sure she could come up with something to keep him interested. If nothing else then her cats heard a story before she perished.

So she tucked her legs close as she shook her head at the remark trying to refocus again on the thread. "His guilt manifested like a black ichor slowly growing across his skin like tendrils reaching towards his heart. Every healer he went to told him that they hadn't seen anything like this. A soothsayer told him that the only way to cure the ichor was to repeat what caused it so he spilled blood again only to find the ichor had grown faster overnight-"

[thegraveyardshifts]

Liesl, like The Sound of Music, and the undead tried to place such a film from a holed-up-memory. Cinema had never been something he'd been overly interested in, nor exposed to...apart from Ric's occasional insistence at a movie night - and try as he might, Maddox found it difficult to deny the witch anything.

"Can't say I've seen it," He shrugged, taking a deep drag of the cigarette and letting out a cloud of smoke. Luckily, the nicotine wouldn't kill him. Nothing much would.

"For tonight, yes. Yourself?"

⸻ Liesl wasn't the kind of person to smoke, until her family sent her to marry to save her family's fund. Sounded like old-fashioned, but they were traditional, even for modern times like today. Since she moved to this city, she began this nasty habit of smoking. She told herself so many times she would quit smoking. The German blonde picked her lighter back once he lit the cigarette, and put it back in her pocket. Maddox. She likes the way his name rings. If she wasn't wrong, his name means 'fortune'. ❛ Liesl. ❜ She responded sweetly. ❛ Like "Sound of Music" movie. The eldest daughter was Liesl. ❜ She shared the little trivia. ❛ Are you alone in this… Place? ❜

[thegraveyardshifts]

She makes a mild excuse, such words making Chester's eyes roll dramatically and a scoff to leave his mouth. "Allergies? Well, you're very helpful,"

The witch pauses, doing a full circle with their hands in the pocket of their flared jeans before letting out yet another sigh. "Uncalled for, sorry, just...really bastard hungry," Chester complains again, kicking up the pavement and then stumbling in the process. Though, her next words caused them to frown because -

"So, you're new in town, and didn't realise that Mardi Gras is like...bigger than Christmas in New Orleans? That's like innate knowledge! The two go together like...Boston and St. Paddy's, Miami beach and steroids, the iconic duos of this great country!" They explained with an appropriate amount of hand waving.

"What brought you here then?"

⸻ Liesl did not know much about this city; that much in a certain way, she is new-ish in town, and she did not know much about NOLA. She had other personal matters to solve, such as the funeral of her own abusive husband, and certainly she did not miss him at all. It was about time… If it wasn't her, she knew other people would do it. She wore black, like a grieving widow, but using Prada sunglasses, maybe to feign she had been crying ( truth is she does not even made any effort to cry at all, perhaps to deceive the public eyes it would work ) .

She was surprised to see this carnival, and it was clear she seemed a bit fish out of water in contrast to the glee of the others surrounding her. When they asked her a question for her… ❛ Uh.. AH… I don't know. ❜ Her diet consists of one thing and only one thing. BLOOD. ❛ I'm newish in town, plus I have allergies, I don't eat a lot. Didn't know this city is so excited for a festival. ❜

[thegraveyardshifts]

Smoking was something Maddox had done in life - a way to escape the stress that life had so often given him yet, it hadn't started off that way. Someone had offered him one, round the back of a falling down gamekeepers shed, the two of them skipping class. Maddox hadn't done the required reading, and understood that it would be a death sentence should it be figured out by the teacher...or, at least a caning.

Taking the light, he quickly pushed the fork, cupping his spare hand around the cigarette as a quick flash of fire lit the tip, Maddox inhaling that first, wonderful hit of nicotine. It had always been a terrible habit, one that seemed to have re-blossomed with recently worries.

Handing it back, her playful question had him giving her that same-dark eyed stare he did everyone else, the inevitable no on the tip of his tongue.

"Maddox," The undead responded around a cloud of smoke. "And do I need to know the name of the lighters owner?"

⸻ Why are those people so obsessed with beads? Then again, this was her first time in town, and she did not know much about NOLA. Originally, she moved here because of her husband's work; her work was somewhat flexible and could be done online. It was interesting to watch, despite she arrived a bit later on the streets where the alcohol was speaking more than ever, and she too need an alcohol on her system, and cigarette.

She isn't much of a smoker herself, but she occasionally gets weed. Today was an atypical day, and it was both stressful and liberating at the same time, hence, she was smoking. A blonde brow rose upon his request, and easily, she handed him her lighter. Grey-bluish hues stared at him from head to toe, the younger vampire looked at him with a certain curiosity.

❛ Do I need to know the name of the person from whom I am lending my lighter? ❜ Her playful timbre, sympathetic smile.