Spurious rumors abound about one Shimmerlace Snuggleblossom. Naysayers claim her name is not Shimmerlace but Charlotte Lavigne—that she her formative years saw her not curled among the mystical thorns of the Hedge, but walking the streets of Marseilles. These liars contend her "Irish" cadence is an almost insulting parody, picked up at a half-rate accent program offered through the professional wrestling school undoubtedly ashamed to call her a graduate.
But the Tea Set Coterie, as Shimmer's supporters have styled themselves, know that her accent is not Irish but fey, and that she is a rare scion of the Seelie Court. She will never admit to her fey origins—that would break the spell and send her reeling back to the tea party across the Hedge. Instead she masquerades as a human who delights in teasing and pranking her fellow wrestlers at the LAW. From the top or the bottom, win or lose, the Teatime Maître brings a Cheshire grin to all her matches.
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Basic Information
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Name: Charlotte Lavigne
Alias / Ring Name: Shimmerlace Snuggleblossom
Age: 25
Eyes: Blue (Pink contacts)
Hair: Blonde (Dyed pink)
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 140lbs
Nationality: French.
Political Affiliation: Council of the Thunderking in the Seelie Spring Parliament
Alignment: A heel by reputation who wants to be cheered and accepted as a face.
Entrance Theme
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Background & Motivation
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I knew this girl, once, back when I was a boring young fuck, who’d keep asking me: So what are you doing with your life, anyway, as if life were a bag of coin to invest for annual residuals, and here was I, a deadbeat losing my gold in the crevices of our couch.
Girl was, as you might imagine, a cunt, but sometimes cunts have a point. Since those days, my coin has seen itself planted in all manner of soil. Our magician's wiles have struck awe both from the stages of Vegas and the most elevated rings in LAW. I’ve stood at the tippy top of the Eiffel Tower, my sweet white bunbun in-arm, and breathed in the skyline of Paris. My thorns have raked maidens’ backs, my fangs have suckled princes’ blood, and my thumbs have known the pleasure of many an enemy’s pliant eyes.
So much for Shimbo. After her, there’s Charlotte, my better half. The girl who sews the gossamer wings, with her hands on the strings. She’s a quiet type. Finding folks both frightening and exhausting, she tends to keep to herself, deep underneath the Shimmerlace exterior — poking up occasionally, perhaps, to enjoy the feel of rain on her face, or to read a book, or to feel the kind of personal, bitter hatred Shimmerlace herself is not outfitted for.
So what do we want, Shim and Char? Naturally enough—Everything. Fun and glitter and ribbons and sweet little rabbits deep asleep in their crib. Triumph and glory and the feeling of conquest under one’s boot. To be hoisted by our throat, to be cut, to die. We’re a greedy, greedy pair, we two, and the world is our safe to crack, alongside friend—and much-beloved foe.
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More Detailed History
Prologue (Charlotte): Before LAW
I've known my name for a long time. Shimmerlace Snuggleblossom. She started as a doodle when I was a kid seated by the window in lower school math class. My pencil swirled here, dove there, and hey. That's a fairy, isn't it?
There was always something...bouyant about Shimbo. I lived my life scared of the next humiliation, which was always quick in coming because it's easy to say or do something wrong. Just ordering a drink provides endless opportunities to fail to make eye contact, or to inconvenience the waitress with a dumb question, or to speak too quickly so you're not understood. Shimmerlace, though—she could lose and laugh. Why's it matter? The world is wide and full of lovely smells and wonderful sights. Shimmerlace made bravery possible, and that led me — with my hair dyed pink — to the stage.
Have you ever done magic for a good audience? The best audiences are small—as small as a handful of people on the street, so close you can see their eyes go wide when you conjure a bird from nowhere. Oh, but the stage is sweet, too. If you don't know what it sounds like when a full auditorium gasps because you did something impossible, then...sorry, but you've missed out on one of life's indescribable pleasures.
I made money, and I built her boots. And her hairclip. And her staff. She was real, and she was me, and — as hard as it was to believe — I liked being me. The Fey Magician of Marseilles.
But a life spent in idleness is a life slipping into death, and I had reached in magic a skill plateau, where the ceiling seemed near enough to touch. So from this peak, I peered out: where else could I bend magic for even more impossible feats before an even larger, even louder cheering audience?
LAW Chapter 1 (Shimmerlace): Going Down in Style
I brought to LAW my skill as a magician and my passion as a performer. In return, LAW taught me how to lose. It's not every loser can keep a dedicated cabal of fans cheering their entrance week after week. I could SPLAT and make that splat fun. Fun for me, fun for the opponent, and fun for the cunts in the seats.
There were formative experiences, the setting of a rich soil for my tender roots: Training with Eleanor Gray, who taught me the foundations, plus those precious early matches that cemented her lessons. Yes, it's all very nostalgic. But they're the dim points, the small if still important moments in the career of a woman who hadn't yet figured out what wrestling meant.
She would learn from Angelina Tarrant.
LAW Chapter 2 (Shimmerlace): The Marauder
Most of my so-called fans who followed my "feud" with Angelina had a certain story in their head about the apex match: After three gruelling qualifiers, Shimmerlace, the underdog, faces her longtime tormentor and enemy, the woman who took everything from her down to her pet rabbit, in a match soaked through with blood. The violence of the match crosses every line. Angelina sees her arm broken and back lacerated, and in return she shatters Shimmer's jaw. For a moment, it looks like poor Shimmerlace might lose more than the match...until Yuuuuuuuki KaziKUUUURAAAAA charges the ring! Thank goodness. Shimmer's rescuer. But fans, bless their hearts, are idiots, as they must have realized when, moments later, I brought Angelina's barbed-wire bat down between Yuki's eyes.
See, that rivalry meant everything. Angelina was my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She was in my dreams, and every victory I eked out at that time came because I had a taste for her blood boiling in my capillaries. Does that sound, my sweetling audience, like hate? No, that my friends is inspiration. That is seeing in the world everything you want to be embodied in one beautiful, reckless, thorny person.
So when my sweet and ever-so-dutiful friend Yuki tried to insert herself into my story, my sky-slicing, eye-branding peal of a comet—I brained her, as anyone would've done. And if that left me exposed for Angelina to pluck out my eyes or bend my knee until it became a two-way hinge...Well, that would be a Hell of an ending, wouldn't it?
LAW Chapter 3:
But she didn't. We ended the match in each others' arms, and later — out of fans' sights high atop a Buddhist temple in Tokyo — she took me in.
The details of that night will remain with me, I think, until there's nothing left in my mind at all. The inky sky was absolutely empty of clouds, the moon a bare sliver beside the near-imperceptible darkness of its curve. Getting onto the Jindai-Iji temple roof was almost as exhausting as the match. But I got there and waited in the summer's warm evening, listening to the night insects chitter and whistle in the gloom while I meditated over the Buddhists' well-tended gardens.
When she arrived, many hours after me, I couldn't talk. Even if my jaw hadn't been bandaged shut, the swelling wouldn't have allowed more than a gurgle through my lips. But I used my body to gesture and a pad of paper to sketch thoughts in comics and quick phrases, and we understood each other. She understood me, saw the low and pathetic thing underneath the fairy, and made me hers all the same.
True. If I stray from her service now, she'll take my eyes in a more-than-figurative sense. But I wouldn't even if leaving were free.
I'd like to end the story there — Charlotte and Shimmerlace curled up in the arms of a new and inspiring mentor, more than a friend, deeper than a rival, with her reclaimed rabbit shared between them. But alas, life continues.
And I brought Angelina with me into my matches. I had always seen it as my artistic duty to push every aesthetic I could to an absolute extreme. To glimmer. But what Angelina taught me is that blood gleams. There are sensations and feelings only available at the absolute edge of physical experience. The adrenaline, the loosening of the mind, the pulsing of your blood when you're flaying skin, or when you feel a bone crach in your nose. To push through such pain is to reach the finest feelings I've ever known, and to show the audience something they won't find anywhere but my matches.
The only catch is I'm not...always appreciated for what I give.
There are the cunts, for instance, who're pissed about the justice I dropped on Yuki. There are old, idiotic fans who just want me to keep on being a sweetling fairy, innocent of any blood. There are the usual ass-munching fucks who can't stand to see anyone step outside their arbitrary and limited prescriptions about blows below the belt.
So they boo, like they did with Kaguya, and they scream, and they come to see me—SPLAT. I can't lie. It hurts. It hurts to put in the work, rise in the ranks, win the gold, only for it to mean less than nothing to the people whose cheers brought me this far.
But, as Shimbo would be wont to say—fuck 'em.
I'm having a Hell of a time.
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Wrestling Information
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STRENGTHS
Flippy Jumping Tossing Ninja Shit
Sky was my first and deepest love—'Cause it's FUCKIN' COOL, right?? You know when I first fell in love with dear Angie of Marauder fame? When I saw her outlined above me, silhouette of a cunt mid triple-corkscrew moonsault.
So, I endeavor to make such my own. On the simple end, you can JUMP ON A LOSER'S TUMMY. Or tit, or throat, or whatever the fuck else they're silly enough to leave exposed. Any match that ends with a JUMP is a match good enough for me.
Jumping on People
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Going Ninja Fairy on Your Ass
Before I was a fighter, I worked fairy miracles on stage. My bread and pink-tinged butter was to draw OOOOHs and AAAAAHs out of sweetlings when I made rabbits climb from nowhere to somewhere.
I bring the same tradition to LAW, except now the shit I summon is less rabbits (uuuuusually. Exceptions apply) and more razors, tasers, oddly shaped vibrators, and maaaaybe a shot of vodka or aphrodisiac to pour down some poor vulnerable fuck's throat.
I've got experience with the Houdini type act, too—slipping handcuffs and rope when it suits me. Sometimes when I'm REAL ambitious, I might even acquire outside help and have a friend or two wreak fey havoc with the lighting and audio of my match.
It's all jazz though, you know? If I told you EVERY trick I could pull, I'd be killing the fairy. The real trick is pulling what neither you nor I expected — improvisation drawn from deep resources.
QUESTION I hear you ask. Have you, Shimbo, ever been the victim of your own resources?
RESPONSE: Welllll, sweetling, if you're so curious, Why don't you give it a shot and we'll just see?
Making them Bleed and Cracking Their Skulls
"I am a huge believer in hitting people very hard with blunt objects lined with thorny bits."
Chairs, For Example
The Second Chair
It's on Fire Now
Fey Bite is measured in kilovolts
The Fuck Do You Mean "Do I Hit Below the Belt?"
What kind of profession do you think we're playing at here, hm? You think I'm going to leave a tool off the table, a star out of my sky, a firework out of the cannon because it breaks some silly rule? Fuuuuuuuck. That. Shit. Frankly, if YOU don't try and pull a fast one on ME—then how the fuck am I supposed to respect you?
Oooooh, you say the fans don't like that huh? THE FUCK THEY DON'T. Those cunts LOVE a humiliating, surprising, out of nowhere bit of degradation. It's their favorite food, their goddam lemon cake. And they call me fuckin' Duff Goldman
A Menagerie of Malfeasance
An unprotected catbox or — praise Pirate Jesus — cock-bulge is nothing but an invitation.
ALSO, fairies have this stuff called GLOAMING SAP. It tastes, eh. Kinda like hot sauce except around a million times worse. Sometimes I carry it as pixie dust; other times as pink slime. Either way, I can't tell you how many orifices into which I've rubbed, poured, and sprayed this lovely stuff into.
Speaking of orifices, you ever eat thumbtacks? Not that such is a signature of mine or anything, but eh. Well, let's say the signature is that I'd enjoy trying things akin to giving ye olde opp a taste of the thumbtack munchies.
I mentioned Eleanor, yeah? Mentorly kinda woman. Yeah well, she took from SUCKING PRETTY HARD at a lot of things to being pretty decent. This was all part of that ramp-up to meet Angelina, though old Miss Gray and I still meet from time to time. She's a good friend. ANYWHO. This would be things like—
SUBMISSIONS. I got a few these up my sleeve. An ocotopus stretch here, a sharpshooter there. I adore the kinds of humiliating little adventures you can have with a girl hanging from a tree of woe. Annnnnnd all that Houdini stuff I learned back in the day did give me a bit of flexibility for escaping the clutches of many a hold. But am I a submission EXPERT? Nah. Am I a stone's throw from it? Also Nah. I have ahead of me the happy privilege of many more years of studying the sensual art of locks and stretches.
STRIKES. Of course I can throw a punch and such and even land a pretty meat spinning kick. But eh. I don't know, all the stuff I know how to do is pretty pedestrian. I'd like to learn a style of striking that's got a bit more flash to it—something to make the crowd POP while being unique enough to make 'em go. Yeah, that's a Shimmerlace signature. BUT ALAS. No such style has yet made itself known to me.
Vulnerabilities
A Fairy's Hubris: You learn by splatting, OK? And that means sometimes trying shit you're not ready for. Jumping too high. Taking a bite so big you choke on it. That's just what an education takes. And here at LAW, I've taken my share of SPLATS from taking one risk too many, whether that meant trying a move I wasn't ready to try or leaping from a rope on an opponent a bit too ready for my bullshit.
Dying for some Flash: "I've been knoooooown to occasionally pass up a quick and clean finish in my pursuit of the flashy finish. But what's a win, really, if it's empty of spirit?"
Degrading her Glamour: Also, eh. I do get a little. Caught up with the audience sometimes. Like—I don't like being booed, alright? Does anyone? Especially over shit that's not fair or not right. Yuki deserved what she got, and all I'm doing out here is putting on a good show. The best goddam show I can. It fuckin'...sucks for someone to crave your failure when you're doing...all that. I mean shit.
Seelie Reverso And eh. Have you ever heard the phrase hoisted by her own roseate petard? I believe it has something to do with preparing a firework for the fight and then having it blasted up your own asshole. Anywho. Been there. I bring a lot of toys to the ring—A staff with a bronze rabbit head and a barbed-wire business end. Gloaming sap. All manner of vibrators, aphrodisiacs, and weapons of the seductive nature. Those toys, though, have a nasty habit of rebounding on me. Such are the risks.
The Seelie Arsenal
Here are a listed a few of the techniques, tricks, and resources Shimmerlace might bring to bear when she has the opportunity to cheat. Her wiles are deep, and these give a taste but not an exhaustive list. Note: Interaction with this side of Shimmerlace’s style tends to violate wrestling rules and is only likely to appear in matches where the Teatime Maître can get away with her hijinks. (More bluntly, we can plan on the meta to use these—or not)
Thistledown’s Thistlebro's Cloak of Many Pockets: Shimmer’s costume has a variety of hidden pockets and false seams installed throughout, which facilitates concealing and accessing her other resources.
Quickpalm: The Feychild spent many an hour as a child learning to effectively palm, misdirect, and generally run sleight of hand. This allows her in some cases to make it appear she is producing items out of thin air—or that she’s made others vanish into void.
Pixie Dust: Using a combination of smoke packets and flash paper, Shimmerlace can produce smoke from her sleeves and flashes of light from clapping her hands.
Wicked Sap of the Gloaming Tree: A packet of fluid installed under the costume, accessible through a tube up the sleeve, holds pink “Gloaming Sap” — a cocktail of hotsauce and low-grade pepper chemicals designed to burn eyes, mouths, and other soft tissue. Generally Shimmer applies this to her thumb and forefinger for delivery, though it can (less elegantly) be squirted via a well-placed squeeze about the packet. In some cases, Shimmerlace might opt to install a flower or wand that can spray this fluid.
Staff of the Teatime Court / The Dildawand: A collapsible staff with an interface for attaching a variety of caps. Hollow, it can hold Gloaming Sap or other liquid deliverable. One of the caps, dubbed the Dildawand, is a 12-inch vibrator-dildo of considerable girth.
Thistledown’s Thistlebro's Cloak of Many Pockets: Shimmer’s costume has a variety of hidden pockets and false seams installed throughout, which facilitates concealing and accessing her other resources.
Quickpalm: The Feychild spent many an hour as a child learning to effectively palm, misdirect, and generally run sleight of hand. This allows her in some cases to make it appear she is producing items out of thin air—or that she’s made others vanish into void.
Pixie Dust: Using a combination of smoke packets and flash paper, Shimmerlace can produce smoke from her sleeves and flashes of light from clapping her hands.
Wicked Sap of the Gloaming Tree: A packet of fluid installed under the costume, accessible through a tube up the sleeve, holds pink “Gloaming Sap” — a cocktail of hotsauce and low-grade pepper chemicals designed to burn eyes, mouths, and other soft tissue. Generally Shimmer applies this to her thumb and forefinger for delivery, though it can (less elegantly) be squirted via a well-placed squeeze about the packet. In some cases, Shimmerlace might opt to install a flower or wand that can spray this fluid.
Staff of the Teatime Court / The Dildawand: A collapsible staff with an interface for attaching a variety of caps. Hollow, it can hold Gloaming Sap or other liquid deliverable. One of the caps, dubbed the Dildawand, is a 12-inch vibrator-dildo of considerable girth.
Yeah, so— I'm not a HUGE believer in the concept of a "finisher." Like, yeah, I'm gonna finish you and finish you good. But do I want to do it to you like I did the last guy? The way I see it, the trick is to finish each new contender in a new, interesting way. To push the envelop, yeah?
That said, you know. I do have some standbys.
Finishers
The Seelie Comet, for instance:
I'm a big fan of BRAINING 'EM, too. Note: This doesn't have to be a chair. Blunt force in general is acceptable. Bonus points if the thing's flaming, electrified, thorny, or — praise be to Pirate Jesus — all the above.
"And of course—there's the tried and true DROP EM FROM THE TOP ROPE. Or as I call it in this case, the Turn of the Season:
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Appearance
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Dressed for a Tea Party
Charlotte Gearing Up
Standard Attire
Hardcore Attire
Lovely Attire (alt)
Maid Attire
Hentai Attire: Rabbit Version
Friends, Loved Ones, and Enemies
Eleanor Gray (Mentor)
Though cut from decidedly different cloth than her younger charge, Eleanor’s tolerant attitude allows her to be a gentle, if wry, source of direction in Shimmerlace’s development.
Thistlebro the White Rabbit (Friend)
Five years old, Thistledown Thistlebro was one of Charlotte’s friends when she lived with Madeleine. Since then, the Pixie has trained him to be an able stagehand, an animal ready to be pulled from a hat, tossed through a fiery ring, or held close to the chest for a bit of comfort.
Thistlebro used to accompany Shimmerlace on her outings with friends and has in a few cases (to warm reception) been used as part of the Feychild’s entrances.
Angelina Tarrant
Magic in a Bottle
Core storyline threads in order:
Games with Tea and Rabbits
Angelina Tarrant vs Shimmerlace Snuggleblossom - Gibbet Match
Smash and Grab
Call and Response
Proof of Fang: Yuki Kazikura vs Shimmerlace
Magic in a Bottle: Angelina Tarrant vs Shimmerlace II (Apex Match)
Spoilerific Summary:
Fight the LAW
In Games with Tea and Rabbits, Shimmerlace puts on a magic show. Everything looks rosy until her opponent for the Fight the LAW PPV Match, Angelina Tarrant crashes the party. The two performers exchange verbal barbs and a sleight of hand competition until the end, when Angelina rabbit-naps Shimmerlace's pet, Thistledown, setting the stage for their match.
Aftermath
Following her loss at Fight the LAW, Shimmerlace seeks out Angelina Tarrant with an unexpected plan to get her rabbit back.
Apex
When Shimmerlace's proposed heist goes tits up, she's down one rabbit, one magician's van full of memorabilia, and any chance at Angelina's respect. Desperate to get herself back on the Marauder's radar and earn another shot at winning back Thistledown the White Rabbit, she jumps into an attempt at apex. After her first two qualifiers, she gives promo asking Yuki Kazikura, one of Angelina's principal rivals, to be her third qualifier—a request the prodigy grants. The match proves one of the Feychild's most challenging and features an unexpected appearance of the Marauder herself.
(To be cleaned up & Organized when I have time to sit and focus on this)
Eleanor Gray and the Problem Student (Social, Complete)
Games with Tea and Rabbits (Promo, Complete)
Angelina Tarrant vs Shimmerlace Snuggleblossom - Gibbet Match (Complete, Loss)
Pick Yourself Up, Dust Yourself Off (Social Thread, Ongoing)
Smash and Grab (Social thread, complete)
Bruce "King" Torvalds vs Shimmerlace - Best 2 out of 3 Reverse Hentai Match (Ongoing)
Let the Squeaky Hammer Swing: Bridgette Tanuki (D) vs Shimmerlace (Ongoing)
Arcane Storm: Alizeh vs Shimmerlace (Complete, Loss)
Call and Response (Promo, Complete)
Proof of Fang: Yuki Kazikura vs Shimmerlace (Apex Qualifier) (Complete, Loss)
Magic in a Bottle: Angelina Tarrant vs Shimmerlace II (Complete, Loss)
Kaguya Shinjuin vs Shimmerlace - Hardcore Bitchmaker Match (Complete, Win)
Shimmerlace Snuggleblossom vs Rai Kamyia (Complete, Win)
LAW Record
Matches: 6 Complete
Wins: 2
Losses: 4
Draws: 0
Championships/Accomplishments: None