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pascal-the-painter-chaplin:

Pascal melted into the hug, holding tight. The embrace quelled the panic and sorrow in their chest for the moment. 

“I need to assess the damage on the chairs and walls, get all my papers back together, and clean up the glass from the mirror and the window.” they glanced at the graffiti, wincing. 

“I’ll deal with that later.” they found Tod the second broom and continued collecting papers, grumbling about how everything would need to be reorganized, trying to remain calm. 

Tod began sweeping up the glass, keeping an eye on Pascal to make sure the other person didn’t panic. It was a terrible situation all around, and facing the magnitude of it was enough to set anyone off. For now, Tod’s best bet was to help clean and help Pas stay calm. 

“How did you have the pages organized before? If you do it as you go, it shouldn’t be as hard later.”

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Tod gently pulled Pascal into a hug, recognizing immediately that the other needed it. Who the fuck would pull this kinda shit? To Pas in particular? He was pretty damn sure that Pascal didn’t have an actual enemy in the entire town, mostly because Pascal was actually the human embodiment of butterflies and stardust or some shit. Destroying his parlor was like repeatedly kicking a puppy.

“Where do you want me to start?”

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Pascal had finally been allowed to clean up the parlor, they they called Tod and asked if he’d be willing to come help. Garbage bags and a broom in hand, Pas had begun to pick up broken objects, loose papers, right the upturned chairs and try to avoid looking at the graffiti. 

They thanked every deity they knew knew and their lucky stars that it hadn’t been painted over Rapunzel’s mural. 

They were picking up their flash binders, replacing the pictures inside an sweeping up broken glass when Tod arrived. 

“Hi,” Pascal said softly, suddenly aware of how sad they were. “Thanks for coming.” 

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waitingtorunfree:

It had been a while since Maximus had last been in the forest. That time had been when he had been running desperately from Gabriel. It felt like it was a year ago based on the shift that had occurred from that moment to now. This time he was actually slowing down, letting himself simply enjoy the forest.

Or at least he was trying to. But he couldn’t let himself forget the desperate need he sometimes felt to leave his life behind and really run through the forest, gallop between the trees until he forgot about all of his frustrations. Maximus was just about to shift when he caught sight of a fox of all things. He took a slow step forward, not having seen a fox in…well it felt like a long time.

Ordinarily he blocked out most things and just…ran, but today he was feeling better about his life than he had in quite some time. Max decided to get a little closer, wanting to get a better look at the fox. “Aren’t you stunning? I didn’t know foxes like you lived in England…” He said, largely to himself because he doubted the fox would pay any attention. “Not that I know much about species of foxes. Or the animals that live in what region.”

Tod cocked his head at the newcomer, not recognizing him from past trips through the forest, so definitely not a regular. He didn’t smell human, though, or at least not entirely. There was something of the forest in him as well. It was intriguing, though not entirely unexpected in this town.

Moving carefully closer, he began nosing at the man’s leg, trying to get further attention. This was definitely a chance to preen a little bit. His summer coat was coming in, the weather was bright and lovely, and this fellow seemed fascinated by the fact that he was in the forest to begin with. It was a win-win all around.

Nudging more insistently to get the attention he wanted, his tail hanging relaxed as he waited for the other person to catch on.

Into the Woods || Tod& (Open)

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the-greatprince:

The Prince was patrolling the forest as he always did everyday. He’d just walked through north west quarter of the forest and crunched through the leaves towards the trails, getting closer to the town, when an odd sound swiveled his ears. The Prince stopped and swung his head to the left; he heard the rustling again, along with a high-pitched squeaking noise. It sounded like a creature had gotten– stuck.

The Great Prince parted some heavy branches with his antlers and sure enough, saw the backside of a fox, feet scrambling at the ground behind him. It appeared as though he’d tried to fit himself into a rabbit’s burrow.

The Prince chuckled low to himself.

“Friend Fox!” he called out to the creature. Though it was not Friend Fox of the south glen; this one was a bright almost fire orange. “It appears that you’ve gotten yourself into quite the predicament,” he mused out loud playfully.

Tod stopped struggling when he heard the voice, not sure if he should be more grateful that someone had paused to help or embarrassed that he had to be found like this instead of digging out like he knew he inevitably could have. Half-heartedly giving it one more pull, he was forced to admit that he was definitely stuck.

The rabbit had clearly not been worth it. Tod hadn’t even really wanted to eat it, just the chase was enough for him. Unfortunately, it had slipped into a burrow, leaving him quite thoroughly stuck. Once upon a time, he would have been small enough to fit in there, but it had been far too long since he shifted like this.

His tail twitched with irritation, curious who exactly had stopped to help and wanting them to just fucking get on with it already.

Into the Woods || Tod& (Open)

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Into the Woods || Tod& (Open)

Tod took time about once a month to go into the woods and shift. While probably at least slightly dangerous, it was good exercise, and he genuinely loved being out there. For a while, nothing really mattered except being able to run and whether or not he could catch a meal. 

Today was one such day. He didn’t go too deep into the forest before he shifted, confident in his ability to stay mostly unseen as he traveled along a familiar path. Every so often, he’d stumble into others, whether they were hikers or shifters or fairies, the forest was filled with life, which was one of the many things he loved about it.

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☠ 😍💎 🎉🔪

First of all, thank you for loading me up with questions xD This will be fun. 

Which muse is the Worst? Ugh, depends on the definition of the wo- No. No, it doesn’t. Timon is the worst. She’s an ass, she sleeps with everyone, she is lazy af most of the time, and I kind of want to scream when I write her, because the muse is so demanding. Plus, she has yet to get her shit together with Tink. 

Which muse is the biggest heartbreaker? This is a difficult one. In terms of telling people no the most, Timon again. She’s really big on being single, and isn’t afraid to completely drop off the face of the earth if she is avoiding someone. As far as most sought after... Flik, maybe? He definitely has the most potential romantic storylines. 

Which muse is the biggest drama queen? Mellie. No question. Mellie. She flips from one extreme to the next, over reacting to most things and under reacting to that which might need a large reaction. Her Halloween costume was literally a drama queen. She’s terrible. 

Which muse loves planning parties? Either Timon again or Hatter. Hatter likes planning “gatherings” more than parties, really. Anything to get people together and having a good time. Timon just wants an excuse for sex multiple times in one night, and parties serve that purpose well. Plus, drugs and alcohol. 

Which muse are you most likely to be enemies with? Probably Mellie. Her overdramaticness would grate on me. On the other hand, it could be Gil. He’s a grumpy ass with PTSD, I’m a grumpy ass with PTSD, and two people with those personality types tend to either hit it off or hate each other. I don’t know which it would be with him.

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munday meme // multimuse edition

send me a symbol and I will tell you…

⚔ which muse is the most likely to go to jail/prison ☠ which muse is The Worst™ 👅 which muse is the kinkiest 💑 who would make the best couple of two of your muses together 💔 who would be the worst couple of two of your muses together 👑 which muse is most likely to take over the world 👎 which muse secretly (or not so secretly) loves terrible movies 😍 which muse is the biggest heart breaker 🌱 which muse is the most gullible 💎 which muse is the biggest drama queen 🍒 which muse is the most innocent 🎭 which muse is the easiest to write 🌛 which muse is the biggest dreamer 🐢 which muse always runs late 🌉 which muse is most consumed by wanderlust 🏠 which muse is a happy homebody 👛 which muse is the most frugal 👠 which muse loves shopping sprees 🎉 which muse loves planning parties 💕 which muse falls in love too easily 👍 which muse would you most likely get along with 🔪 which muse would you most likely be enemies with 🍕 which muse is a terrible cook 😔 which muse is the biggest spoilsport 💘 which muse have you written the longest 🎶 what song makes you think of (specify muse) 💪 which muse is a health nut 🐷 which muse is most likely to win a pie eating contest 🎨 which muse is the most artistic 🍁 what inspired you to write/create (specify muse)

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Love Me || Double T Texts

Tink: Oh that's awesome, love.

Tink: Though i dont understand why anyone wouldnt be chill with it BUT WE'RE NOT HAVING THAT CONVERSATION

Tink: so how long til you lot are kissin?

Tink: and pfft i know she does. Im great in bed. So is she. I love doin her too

Tod: We are definitely not having conversation

Tod: And we're not kissing

Tod: We're being friends

Tod: As friends do

Tod: Just like you and Timon only like banging.

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Love Me || Double T Texts

Tink: oooooh Pascal

Tink: how's that going?

Tink: I'm sure Timon is busy doing things that arent me

Tod: Pascal is doing good

Tod: He's chill with my magic?

Tod: Which is nice?

Tod: Also, Timon loves doing you.

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HUFFLEPUFF: “I will follow you into every bog and ditch.” –J.R.R. Tolkien (Pippin Took: The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring)

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Love Me || Double T Texts

Tink: WHERE ARE YOU?

Tink: I'm a /fairy/ we always want attention

Tod: Having a drink, because my blood works best when replaced by alcohol.

Tod: I was with Pascal earlier

Tod: And, I mean, that's fair

Tod: You could invite Timon over

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Love Me || Double T Texts

Tink: Fake husband love me

Tink: she writes as she lays in front of ur door and whines

Tink: Its sad I dont even know if youre in there or not. Im a shit wife

Tod: Unfortunately, my love, I am not home tonight

Tod: But I will be in an hour or two, I imagine

Tod: And you're not a shit wife, you were just quite distracted, which is understandable

Tod: Did you need me, or just want attention?

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pascal-the-painter-chaplin:

Pascal calmed when Tod kissed their temple. It was such an affectionate, relaxed gesture that it let the tattooist sink back and un-tense. Pascal was not particular about what gender the person they fell for was. It didn’t matter, as long as they felt right. It had been a revelation not long after the whole non-binary thing. “What does that mean, if you don’t mind my asking?”

Tod sat up a little straighter, considering Pascal for a moment. He’d chosen to share a lot tonight. He really had. To be honest, he’d have to tell Tink, because she’d be ridiculously proud of him. The first time he’d done most of this stuff with anyone besides her. It was progress if he did say so himself. And he didn’t even have a problem with showing Pascal his last form, really, he just needed a second to pause and appreciate the fact that he was able to do this without being afraid of being shot or sent away or beaten or killed. It was safe, and he was happy. 

“Do you want to see?”

You're My Cup of Tea // Pod

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pascal-the-painter-chaplin:

Pascal was about the exclaim something about how neat that was, but found the words lodged in their throat when Tod (now in a completely different body) was suddenly in their lap. Pascal’s lips pressed together and their eyes widened considerably. “How many different forms?” Pascal asked, inwardly recounting how many questions they’d asked. (too many that’s how many). Then Pas took a deep breath and regained their composure, tilting their head to smirk at Tod. This was supposed to be fun, right? (don'tbeuselesshandsdosomething) “This uh… Form is quite something.” then Pas cringed. “Oh my god, no that was terrible, I’m gonna never speak again,” they laughed, reaching up to put their hands over their eyes.

Tod laughed, kissing Pascal’s temple as he turned to face them, legs straddling his waist. He was lucky enough to have the option to turn into a young and attractive woman, since, you know, not every attractive person was gay. This way, he had options, and didn’t have to limit himself to just people who liked guys. It had come in handy throughout his days of sleeping around and clubbing. Now, though, it was just fun. “You’re fine, doll. As for how many different forms, this and three others. Though, it gets a bit complicated with one of them.”

You're My Cup of Tea // Pod

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pascal-the-painter-chaplin:

Pascal pinkened, and said, “I’m pan, so I’m down for whatever.” Curiosity and mold confusion flickered in Pas’ belly. What was Tod up to?

Tod considered what would be the best course of action from here. On one hand, he could just shift. Show what he could do and leave it at that. On the other, he could make the most of his various attractive forms, showing off the full extent of their appearances. Deciding on the woman for now, Tod shifted, settling in to the other form. 

Once he had changed, he smirked slightly, cocking a hip and stretching so that he was clearly showing off his assets. Making his way closer to Pascal, he allowed his hips to sway, plopping lightly in his lap. “This is another benefit of what I am. I have a few different forms to choose from.”

You're My Cup of Tea // Pod

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pascal-the-painter-chaplin:

If Pascal was honest, they weren’t sure what to say to that. I’m sorry, or something like ‘But your magic is what makes you you’ wasn’t what Tod needed or likely wanted to hear. Pascal wanted to know more, but was hesitant to pry further. “Care to elaborate?” They asked after a beat, leaning back against the island and crossing their arms. Pascal cocked their head, a small grin on their lips.

Tod saw this as a wonderful opportunity to show off whilst also being flirtatious as all fuck. Which, you know, sounded like plenty of fun. Winking at Pascal, he decided to assess his audience. This would only be effective if it was something Pas was into. “Out of curiosity, do you happen to be into girls, or do you just stick to guys?”

You're My Cup of Tea // Pod

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pascal-the-painter-chaplin:

Pascal picked up on his confusion, and replied with, “Well, for example, I was gifted by a fairy when I was christened.” Pascal had looked into it over the years, wanting to learn about if… Well, if they could get rid of it. In fact, they couldn’t, unless the fairy took it back, but that was probably extremely rude. Pascal was lucky, they supposed, the Chaplin’s had become avid supporters of magicks in the town after Pascal’s blessing. “Why do you call it a condition?” They asked.

“Yeah, I’m definitely natural then.” No fairy had given him his gift. He’d been born this way, as his parents’ abandonment often reminded him. It could have been worse, though. His parents could have kept him and been shitty because of what he was. Instead, they left him with one of the best people he’d ever known. It could have been a lot worse.

“It basically is. I’m not human. It’s not a disease like lycanthropy, but it’s definitely not anything good either. Does give me some cool things I can do, though. A lot of appearance flexibility, though not in the same way as you.”

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