#( honey vc: take me there. wherever this thing comes from. take. me. )

[mielmoto]

He stops to look over his shoulder when he suspects he's not being followed anymore ; unsurprisingly the guest he brought along saw fit to sprawl on the sidewalk for a niiiice long and unhurried stretch. Riku sighs.

❝ Hey, you're the one who followed me out of the dream world, you can't stop now. Come on. There's someone I want you to meet. ❞ Eventually the cat spirit stops meandering and passes the door that Riku holds open for it. But only in the most cat-like of ways. Slowly, and rubbing it's entire tail all the way through. He sighs.

❝ Hey, Honey? You here? Brought you someone. ❞

It's a Gingerbread Cat -- a rarity in his usual exploits with the sleeping worlds. But it seemed to have unfinished business, and thus it followed Riku on out.

❝ Y'know since Christmas is coming up and all... maybe they could bring customers in. Or catch a mouse or something-- hey don't do that! ❞ He points at them to stop them from trying to lazily bop one of Honey's winged helpers. With a heavy sigh, Riku turns to the pastry chef, rubbing the back of his neck apologetically.

❝ Ugh... maybe you'll do a better job of getting them to listen. ❞

[ for the magical ask ! ]

She's been up-and-down ladders all morning and into the early afternoon, trimming displays with silvery garland and oversized bows, pretty ornaments, painting frost and little snowflakes into the corners of glass—all the precious trappings which embodied the "spirit of the season"—stopping only to help the handful of customers who meandered in throughout the day. Chief amongst the endeavors was a brand-new display for the front window, with a terribly extravagant sugar sculpture crowded in by pretty holiday props: dutifully wrapped presents, frosted model trees, and a whole landscape of glittering, fake snow along the bottom...

It was a lot of work, and eventually the cost of rising just before the break of dawn came to collect; manic energy dissipating in the blink of an eye to see the proprietress flop into the chair behind the checkout counter.

Ever-so-briefly confirming there were no bodies milling about the store or approaching the front, Honey let her head lull all the way back, hair falling away from a slightly flushed face, swishing lazily with the motion before settling against the metal back of her high seat.

That's it. No more excitement for the day; the lumies could handle whatever other little fussing there was to be done, and mostly entertain the customers until she needed to seal the deal. She could just kick back, relax, and luxuriate in a job well done. Not even the little trill of the bell above the door is enough to pull her from her laze...

❝ Hey, Honey? You here? Brought you someone. ❞

Like a meerkat, or perhaps a weasel: she pops up from behind the counter, straight to her feet and eyes bright; elbows quickly propped on the surface and chin in her hands.

'You here?' Yes. Yes of course. Where else would she possibly be? She's about to say something quippy and playful along those lines; pink lips halfway to framing the first word before she lays eyes on the 'someone' he'd brought along, and they fall instead to an expression slightly agape.

❝ Wha—aaaaAAAAAAAH??? ❞

She's swooped around the counter almost before he can blink, adoration in her every move, slowing down only as she approaches the well-baked feline; whom her familiars had clearly taken their own interest in, flitting back to dodge a playful paw before closing in again, tittering excitedly.

❝ Where in the worlds did you find them? Oh my stars, ❞

The winged beastlings make way for their summoner only as Honey crouches down, offering her hand out for the creature to examine, before scooping up the creature and holding it out for examination. It's cheerful smile seems perpetual, unphased by being lifted under its front legs and ogled; even as the sugary enchantress looks like she's about to cry.

❝ I love them. I would die for them. Moondrop I owe you my entire life for this... I don't know if cookie cats have quite the same temperament as your average kitty, but I've got lots of experience handling critters of all kind, and I will give this little guy my whole soul. ❞

'Getting them to listen' or not. This creature could tear her whole store apart and she wouldn't bat an eye.

[fandom-sheep]

Eret 29 JAN 22

Rescuing Michael Part 1/1

I forgot liveblogging was a thing

I was messaging my friend I got in dsmp

Maiming Eret with Techno on my iPad.

They’re going to beat up Eret. Please. If Eret loses a life during this.

“They took your stuff. They took your baby. You got nothing man.” -Techno

Ope Sam joined

Alright Eret’s stream is delayed compared to Techno.

Eret honey please don’t die.

It’s so quiet. We aren’t in VC

“Should we start stabbing or talk to them first?” -Techno

Eret on his throne. We love a queen.

Alright Eret made a bad decision again.

I’m happy Stimming I love Eret lore.

To be fair tubbo is making good points.

So is Eret.

Techno. You keep standing there you’re doing fine honey.

Let’s not stab.

Oh yeah Sam doesn’t live in the prison.

Scuffed. It’s Technos scuffed.

Oh they’re making references to the Discord.

Discord is only a book

Get vengeance. Do it.

I mean yeah. Dad in lots of armor would scare a kiddo.

“A team up of Tubbo and everyone who’s murdered him in the past.” Oh it is.

I understand Tubbo being sus of this event.

Eret’s apologized?

Oh Eret’s skin has a new crown? Sorry I glanced at Technos stream and got distracted.

Trying to take turns apologizing

Wherever Techno comes from they don’t have multiple lives

Someone write that down the one life theorists were correct.

Alrighty good apology.

Anyway off to beat to Sam.

“The uneasy alliance” and tubbo is the ghost.

Oh was Eryn afk??

I glanced down.

Water break? Hydrate.

Oh only Eret prepared to hydrate.

Prime path (and channel members y’all can be here too)

Spooky scary prison.

ERET PUT ON SHADERS!

Eret’s shader pictures of the SMP are the best.

Oh the player Michael.

Oh tnt dupers. Spotted by Tubbo.

And no one else with render distance up.

This trio is my favorite. I can’t wait to learn their trio name.

Bell!!! Hooray!!

Follow/Sub! Do it!

I’m going to get a noise complaint from listening to this where half the people can’t keep a reasonable level of volume.

Bell from god.

Techno standing on the boat. I glanced at the other stream and my audio isn’t caught up yet.

Slowly sail.

3 man boat!

Trident and boat. What a group.

Judging Techno’s Uber etiquette.

Thing in the horizon.

Tubbos stream is render distance. Eret’s stream is shaders. Technos stream is technos stream.

I glance at Technos stream and they’re doing group screenshots?

Oh now conversing.

Eret starting off by calling Sam and bastard.

Sam I can’t hear you kid?

Tubbo got smacked.

Tubbo seems to have a habit of hiding behind Eret at various times.

Techno left and returned.

BLOOPER! Robot stream on Technos end.

Deep voice people. And tubbo.

Gib da Baby.

“Everybody back up!” Everyone steps closer.

Tubbo please don’t die for not having your armor on.

In the corner like a bad kid.

Technos chat is screaming Blood.

Eret’s chat is screaming for him to kill Sam.

The voices and ferrets aren’t happy. I don’t know about Tubbos bees.

And an extra child.

Supervillain poof!

Everyone’s taking turns stabbing.

Sam begging them to stop.

All armor given to everyone.

Wow taking everything. Everyone keeping their watches. I remember Foolish giving those to everyone.

Keep that underwear on Sam.

Someone help me.

I saw a Michael on Technos stream?

There he is! There’s the baby!

Gotta wait for day.

Piston door trapped in a boat. Wow.

Sam’s on his supervillain arc.

Trying to prevent escapes.

This was a messy plan. It’s like the theorists said. He can’t fathom a plan going wrong.

Didn’t want to kill Ranboo? Honey. No.

I swear Eret is here for cinematic shots.

Oh no. Tubbo and Eret have the same idea.

Tubbo? Who the hell are you talking about?

Dad a what’s he called is according to Technos chat.

Prisoning Sam?

Sams options are be killed, or have to let them into the prison to put him in it.

Why is the prison a bad idea?

Technos discord trash.

Blooper filled stream. Our favorites.

Sam I swear to FUCK stop whispering.

I swear I’m impressed that Eret can mine dirt and such in character.

Sam having to swim because he can’t follow Uber etiquette.

Coming back for Michael later. Good.

This is going to take 20 years.

Sams tipping and rating now.

I love jokes like these that are slightly meta.

Uber sponsor the DSMP.

Sam and Techno standing up to face off for a sec.

Oh yeah. Sam’s worldeater.

Built world eater to collect blocks and such?

This isn’t Sam neg. I just think it’s funny they keep calling him a super villian.

Turning technos stream away from me so I can avoid spoilers.

A single raw potato from Eret.

Sam pressed the button. Is everything going to work?

Sam?

Alright Techno in and stab.

Through the portal.

Whoops. They messed the timing. 2/3 of them have never been in.

Tubbo?

Abandoned stuffs.

What? Why free him for giving stuff back?

Eret with TnT to mess up the redstone.

Makes sense.

Sam has armor again too btw

Oh they noticed.

Sam on half a heart. I swear the bloopers.

“No one breath on me for the next several minutes.” -Sam

Stuff missed in the locker.

Oh Ranboo’s “Do Not Read”. But we’re not reading it?

Poking Sam through the prison.

Sam for the love of god speak up.

Sam first.

Tubbo took the access card.

Good heavens this is a mess.

Laggy. Whoops.

Sigh. Techno missed the moment.

Fancy redstone. We love it.

Sam’s not the warden anymore. Tubbo has the card.

Hmm. Wonder who destroyed part of the prison. 😂

c!Eret forgot how to swim for a moment.

Everyone stabbing Sam for going a way they don’t know.

“You can’t drain this Lava” -Sam “I’ve seen it” -Techno

Did Ranboo visit in endet form and sign the book that way??? Lore???

Tubbo and Eret trapped a moment.

Ah finally main cell.

Now to wait for the lava.

Why does the time matter?

Sam???

Luxury Rolex.

Potatoes and Carrots.

Stab stab.

Royal Retribution taking Sams stuff.

Oh god bell still in prison.

Sam?

Sam this is sus?

Tubbo why would you go with him????

This isn’t a good idea.

Tubbo doing a cell inspection.

Techno can vet the hole.

Click the bed? Bed clicked.

Sam did die and respawn in the cell.

I swear everyone playing inny minny minny mo.

Redstone scuffed.

Techno pearling over.

Eret sitting there minding his business.

1 hour till Manatreed.

Why is Sam so obsessed with fire res?

Struggling?

Here comes the lava.

No shoving Eret into the lava.

Keycards reset at midnight. They’ll not get the keycard back.

They’re trapped too???

Oh no. That’s why Sam was talking fire res.

I mean. TNT.

Blow your way out.

Just casually breaking all the redstone.

Oh look Manatreed.

Wasn’t expecting that.

TNT Part 2

45 minutes until manatreed matters.

Testing portals.

Eret didn’t not it fast enough.

Oh yeah stasis pearl.

Please let Eret out after this.

Back to looking at Technos stream.

Erets just in case things coming in handy.

Techno stream is yelling at him to get Eret.

Please techno and Tubbo. Stop reminiscing and get the dude.

Eret yoinking the gold. Sigh.

Eret thinking. Everyone else thinking.

They aren’t sure what tower they are going to.

And Eret’s worried she’s been ditched.

Eret your builds are just a pain to navigate.

Hi foolish.

Please release the Eret.

There he is. Back to Eret maining.

Volume down techno stream as I sit and wait.

King and Anarchist who killed a Tubbo teaming with a Tubbo.

Finally a group name.

Revengers that’s the best name I’ve heard so far.

Now Michael time.

Trying to find chargers so my devices have battery to call my friend during the Manatreed stream.

Meh it’s a Sam. It’ll live.

Tubbo has acquired his son. Now everyone hurrying there.

Ahh. Tubbo moving into Ranboo’s Antarctic house. 🥺

“Anarchy is when no house” -Techno

Everyone with silk touch trying to scar a baby.

Michael he’s running!

They’re digging there.

They’re struggling digging there.

Everyone being careful not to be responsible for Michael.

He’s in!

They’re messing up Phil’s mob proofing. 😂

But it’s for Michael.

Ghostboo???

Ghostboo sounds so tired.

Everyone asking how he’s here? Didn’t Tubbo canonically already meet him?

Are we going to get the kid out of the cold?

Again we’re breaking the mob proofing.

Ghostboo can get child in?

They got him up.

And got him in.

Woohoo!

Forgives Techno. But doesn’t fully forgive Eret. Sounds right.

REVENGERS!

Bell!

Primes and members!!!

Shaders our beloved.

Noisy pumpkin farm.

Oh the Do Not Read book. Right.

They’re giving it to Ghostboo.

Techno placing back the snow.

Ghostboo just accepting the book. Being polite.

Ghostboo accepting living in a 2/1 hole in his own house to Tubbo can move in.

Hes got the waivers.

The ender waivers.

Techno and Phil willing to fight for Michael. Phil being voluntold.

Off goes the king.

Eret guessing how to get back to his castle.

Bye techno.

Eret giving us behind the scenes now.

Hello Techno raiders.

Makes sense this has been planned since November. Techno was short an arm for December or so.

Eret and Sam wrote most of it. 🥺

Alright time to start looking for Manatreed’s stream.

[chosebravery]

me, late? you can (troy bolton vc) bet on it!!!!11!1

good morning / afternoon / evening, my children. my name is tea (or t, or anything you want; s/h pronouns) and i have been struggling with a flu for over a week now and things,,,have been difficult but i'm going to power through because i already adore this rp (the writers in here are no joke???) and i ought to present yall my daughter. i will babble a lil about her under the cut and if you want me to reach you out, like this post!!

 * △ — the dark lord has targeted [ ELIZABETH ROSIER NEE HEPBURN ] !  the muggles say she holds resemblance to [ ALICIA VIKANDER ]. the [ TWENTY EIGHT ] year old [ female ] was [ WARM & HELPFUL ] before the war, but have now become [ STUBBORN & SELF RIGHTEOUS ]. though they were once a part of [ GRYFFINDOR ], they have now taken up the position of a [ HEALER ]. whispers throughout the ministry claim that the [ MUGGLEBORN ] is actually [ AN ORDER MEMBER ], but i wouldn’t report that to the daily prophet.

the only child out of a quite unlucky couple, elizabeth was born in a household where people made gold out of grass. her parents were poor and unfortunate, but they loved each other--her father still claims so, even after her mother's passing when the girl was just three. mr. hepburn's optimism was what supported them--that and his gig at a pawn/repair shop at linlithgow; while he went on that and any part times he could find to keep up rent and put his daughter through school, said girl would be at home, holding onto what needed to hold and distracting herself with tales of other worlds.

as the daughter of an immigrant and an outsider, elizabeth grew to be peculiar, standing out from the rest of the people in the small town she came to live on after her mother’s passing. on the mid fifties, on a scottish town where nothing happened, people didn’t take very kindly to strangers disrupting their routine, but it was where elizabeth was to grow nevertheless; with a few years, name calling was something she learned to become unfazed by. despite however isolated and shunned she was then, she never imagined the magic of her books could become reality--the butterflies in her stomach were both of excitement and nervousness, a mix of feelings she would come to feel many times over the rest of her life. for good or bad, she was different (and this, too, would follow her for the rest of her life).

when her letter came, what she assumed to be a well conceited prank turned out to be her new astonishing reality. as she went through a wall and boarded a train, she was both terrified and amazed.

soft spoken, quiet and isolated, with a preference for long books and a tendence for distraction, elizabeth hepburn was hardly the model person for a gryffindor--she didn't think of herself courageous when the hat was placed on her head either, but there are all kinds of courage in this world, she was told. in the seven years to follow she had never watched injustice go free, nor she backed out when someone (anyone) needed her; beneath honey and unfailing kindness, in moments necessary, her voice was like thunder and her will unbreakable.

of course, sometimes it wavered--many were the times she almost gave up the wonderful magical castle when she thought of her father, all alone. he has refused this many times: she was meant for something more than a small town with ordinary people who did not appreciate her, mr. hepburn would tell her.

those years away at hogwarts installed a tradition of very long letters, written at least twice by week--flowery, extensive and very descriptive, they are still kept to this day by the old hepburn, and its sight is enough to make the daughter blush and smile sheepish. she is a sight when excited, all who know her know her passion.

her career in “wizard medicine” was a suggestion by a professor, who was aware of her excelling in herbology and potions, and her people skills (ironically, since she, then, was not the most social kid & her willingness to socialize and reach out was belated). despite over ten years working on st mungo, she still aspires for something more; her husband & her shares a dream to open a book shop of their own, but due to more pressing events, it keeps being pushed forward.

she married domitius on the spring of 72, about 26 months after they bonded while she nursed him back to health. her interest in men -- or relationships in general -- had been nonexistent until then, so it was a surprise not only for his prejudiced pureblooded family but also for those who knew elizabeth. regardless, she claims he is first her best friend, her soulmate, then her husband--he is also father of her children: five year old twins daniel and isolde & little cosette, not much older than a year old. if you catch fictional characters names in there, you’re spot on (she is a nerd even as a mom, yes--fitting too, as her own name had come from the iconic austen heroine).

currently she works at the janus thickey ward as its healer in charge, although her presence is often required on the dai llewellyn ward due to her experience with some incidents’ injuries; it’s not uncommon to see her reading the newspapers, books and letters to the patients.

however, it has been over a year since she last stepped on st mungo. her youngest child was born on early 1978, so elizabeth has been on maternity leave since then; as much as she loves her children (and she does, overwhelmingly so), the life of a stay at home mother does not agree with her anxiety so she is very eager to return to her routine, even if it means she has to stay away from her children for more than she wished she would--she takes as advantage her father is so good with them, and always willing to crash in their spare bedroom.

she is virtually incapable of staying still--if not with her nose in a book, it’s likely she is walking around, doing whatever needs to be done around wherever she is (and this does not only apply to her own house, much to her friend’s dismay). her nervous tics include tapping her fingers, tucking her hair behind her ears and biting her lips; fiddling with her clothes and her wand also apply so it’s not uncommon she is keen to hold people’s hands to prevent the anxiety to be too transparent.

elizabeth’s ethical code is incorruptible, which is one of the main causes for any friction she may create with others--another would be her inability to stay still in face of wrongdoing; blindly, she will not admit she is a bit of a nosy judgmental holier-than-thou. thankfully (debatable for some), all that makes her just right to fight for the order.

elizabeth has an intimate knowledge of muggle mechanics, due to her father’s main line of work during her childhood years; even now, when she has lived most of her life in the wizard world, she is still curious and eager to learn and be connected with the muggle world and often finds herself doing things the muggle way.

EXTRAS (ish):

she is a saggitarius!! which is not what people first think of her, but elizabeth is just like um don’t judge a book by its cover ok. but i don’t blame people who take her as a virgo because ya know, girl is kinda....very virgo lmao (it is her ascendant anyways shhh). she was also born on 1950, which makes her a grandma tiger; she graduated hogwarts on 1968 (i don’t think there’s anyone who could have been classmates w her but,,,i’d die for this so pls bring me more old people!!!)

her wand is made of laurel wood & phoenix feather; it is quite bendy and is 10 3/4 in size. overall, i found it all very fitting!! laurel wands are said unable to perform a dishonorable act, and it does not accept lazy owners, who are often on a quest for glory -- it combines rather well with the flexibility, fitting for a woman who can not stand still / doing nothing / saying nothing for more than ten minutes.

her patronus is a weasel! people with this patronus tend to be ruled by instincts and very intuitive, and to be polite, honest and hardworking. (source)

her amortentia’s scents are old manuscripts (she is passionate about books, but she adores old editions because of how personal they are), fresh ink (she is often writing something, and always carries both quills and muggle pens with herself), the first batch of bread of the day (she just,,,loves bread. it is a very nostalgic scent for her, remeting from her childhood), geer oil (her father is a mechanic, and often she helped him), chamomile (known for its calming effects, the rosier plants chamomile in their garden & it is elizabeth’s husband to go choice of tea).

talking about scents, homegirl often smells of herbs. her husband keeps telling her she smells so good and like, yeah, he is cheesy as hell, but i’m pretty sure she does smell like heaven.

also about scents: she hates coffee and is the founder of coffee sucks society ™ . expect dissertations about this on my writing.

pretty much all else i can say / know about her are on the many profiles i’ve sent on my app. you can find them here if you don’t mind the length ( 1, 2, 3, 4) & her aesthetics here + a weheartit collection (aint nobody got time for that other site) here.