#01. morgan — * secret menu muse.

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random thing for @squarecranks

"𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐣𝐢𝐥𝐥." her voice is hoarse, cocking her head in gesture. "do you think i was ever a normal person?" her head tilts, now. eyes lowered to a narrow. " -- 'cause i'm starting to wonder if i was made in a lab by umbrella." she continues, with a shrug. "i know they can erase people's memories." [...] she trails, looking between her combat boots as she stares at the floor. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. but how many times?

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𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐲.. quick to wrap around the muppet looking creature. though with eyes closed clutching onto it, he hadn't really stopped to think much about what he was doing. [...] "oh -- i'm 2D. but you can call me stuart, if you like." he responds.

though he eases slightly, his eyes opening with a little chuckle. he's as tall as the tree he fell out of (not quite). knobby limbs holding the little one right up off of the ground. whoops. "but, I’m sorry - you just look quite like a stuffed animal." he pauses again, for a time. still holding on. he said it was nice, after all. "so what's your name, then?"

@muutos taught:🫂 2d lol

Send 🫂 to just hug my muse. No reason. Hug them.

They were surprised when the hug comes their way. Raising their soft, plush form. Hugging isn't a language they are used to. Not even the other members of their clump hugged them. Still they go limp the taller one's arms, peering over his shoulder.  ❝ This is nice - uh who are you? ❞ Maybe he just needed a hug.

Doi can only see a shoulder right now, still they didn't feel under threat just confused and that was nothing new to them.

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also need to think zephyr more but i like the idea of basing him off of a bat (due to him being in a chair on stage/being nicknamed chair) because bats cannot use their legs for walking, he's an air ghoul/keyboardist. imagine if he simply hovered / moved around using his wings, and his legs were merely equipped with special tendons which allowed him to hang from places? zephyr the literal vampire. count zephyr.

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mountain ramble

mountain is very old. however, considered young for the earth ghouls.

very like, slow speaking. he and flora act really similar tbh! slow, deliberate.

however being in the band he broke down and has become more talkative due to adaptation, and becoming more comfortable with his friends.

he's also not AS deliberate as flora due to her being much older, and having had much more time to sit and engage the world around her.

mountain is also antlered, long light hair. not white though like flora. he's seven foot, and one inch tall out of glamor.

he has less vines on his horns than flora, but some sparse ones.

he has slight stubbly facial hair.

he has gnarls in some spots of damage on his skin, which is very durable. but also, it's not as soft as some ghouls and has a lot of imperfections.

this makes his fingers long, and his knuckles are also gnarled. he can appear aged in certain places on his skin, due to well... age. he's old as fuck.

he's aggressively protective, can be very quiet and is stealthy in water. he can rambo himself in foliage if needed.

mountain is also hoofed, and he has a darker fur on the

loves beer.

despite his looking wise, which he is - he's a laid back sort of guy, but he also is not immune to his ghoulish instinct to fight or claim or get defensive, and show his dominance over the others.

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cASE AND POINT MANDY'S KISSING SUN RIGHT NOW !! HE'S DOWN ON ONE KNEE AND PROPOSING !!

@olliep0lli (𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐤)

𝐬𝐮𝐧'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 so hard he's afraid he might snap his fingers right off, before they could even think about a ring. "ohh, a ring - is it candy, is it -" sun makes a loud "mwah!" sound as though he could kiss mandy back, & twirls about on one foot. "oh. [...] i never thought this day would come!"

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IT'S THE BEGINNING OF THE END. at least the first time. stench permeating throughout suit as wires meld with soul, gabriel &. freddy. the blood, the pain . . . it's transforming metal into something real. something that feels. unknown what the limits of such feeling entails, or where the once living soul begins &. the newly forged ends. hand raised, is ever waving to smiling crowd. the space beside him is empty now. only he &. chica remain. it is as the employee remarks. pain permeating from permanent block smile.

it was less devastating in the sense bell was thinking, than it is the former. bonnie is his companion. it is written into his dna. wherever freddy went, bonnie was always close by. but it felt incomplete, now. he had no idea what was to come. that they would all wither, only to return for a short glory. though everything from now on, would have only grief &. false hope in store.

there's no warning to the flicker of his eyes. it's sudden &. jarring, plastic rotating to view the human below. the remainder of his expression has yet to move, however the scrutiny is always palpable.

external systems turn on, allowing for free roaming mode. servos clicking &. mechanics whirring as his head turns &. opposite arm lowers. blinking back at the fellow below.

@muutos // starter call.

"How's the, uh, the star of the show?"

Bell's affect is as flat as ever, but there's a rare, genuine warmth to his tone. He likes Freddy--who doesn't?

...and he knows the poor 'bot needs a little extra care right now. First Foxy gets taken out of rotation, now Bonnie's all but scrapped--call him crazy (and people have), but Bell knows these machines have their own versions of "thinking" and "feeling." Freddy must have been devastated by the news, if only because it serves as a painful reminder to all members of staff (human and animatronic alike) that FazEnt won't hesitate to replace them once they've outlived their usefulness.

Not that any of them can actually voice a sentiment like that.

Steven reaches up to set a warm hand on Freddy's shoulder. Bell's not a technician, and working one-on-one with the animatronics isn't typically in his job description, but he cares about them. They're about the only thing he does care about anymore. The last thing he wants is for the incident with Bonnie to send the rest of the robots into some kind of mechanical depression.

"I know I'm not a mechanic, but I'm here for you if--if you, uh. Yeah." This is incredibly awkward. Despite Bell's conviction that he's doing the right thing in trying to offer Freddy some comfort, it still feels strange to approach it like this.

"I'm gonna miss him too. That's all. I just wanted to let you know."

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the ghoul watches his wife for a moment, monstrous hands holding a little gift. he was never a beast of words unless he felt they were necessary and genuine. so his method of showing affection is through gifts. lowers hands for virgo to see ; a little daisy with bits of moss and dirt. his little gift to her . . . even though he literally shoved his hands into the dirt to scoop it out. / GIVE ME THEM

@antiquelic / ghoul married

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 the masks and ghoulish uniform. her pointed ears, the bounce of her hair spun from pollen. collected by the very flowers she had been bred from. from the bees that flutter by as friend. but that didn't appeal to her as a demon. more-so an anomaly, not so much primal -- relative to horned creatures, like the fawn. she's got amber eyes with almond black centers & flowering vines curl about her curled, mountain-sheep horns. fanged, monstrous -- but beautiful. looking up at her husband, of which appears to have just crawled out of the dirt. a match of opposites made in hell, she adores him for all the sweetness he possesses. all the darkness & light of demons under the earth element. made less feral, the ministry having some affect upon her. she wears hood over head, with hand parting mask with her hands coming over her heart. a product of the papas she served primarily. "darling." she stands up -- cassock lowering. era ii uniform mask making her appearance suitable for public. falling around her LARGE form. six foot five short, for demons of the clergy. sworn to lucifer's service, & unburdened by her purpose here.

she had once been the touring drummer for ghost, & retired to marry her husband under vines strung with fairy lights.

her smile is wicked with a chuckle. hands covering both of his, so they both held the plant dug from dirt. "mm.. shall we find a pot? -- the roots are still alive." her multi-colored gaze peers upward with a bit of mischief. "or was the purpose to watch it's slow decay? either way it is a thing of beauty. you always include the best parts -- most only pluck the stem." wordy where most earth ghouls are not. learned to talk when moss could not.

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" barbie ! there you are ! " / you know. :)

@kennergy

"𝐇𝐔𝐇 ? -" harley's just walkin' through with her sandwich. hell, venice is a helluva place to run away to on her motorbike. [...] but the food up here just ain't as good as new york. or gotham for that matter. since j's disappeared she doesn't have much to do, but she grins down at wrapping with cocked head & a cute shrug. taking his confusion as a compliment. "awww, thanks. y'know, i've never gotten that one before." [...] "hm." she finally takes a beat to look over at him & give him a real good look. finger rising & falling as she squints. pointing at him, while she walks. "hey now that ya' mention it, has anyone ever told you that you look just like malibu ken? -- oh great, now i bet ya' say that to all the girls out here."

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🥤- from mandy to sun :) he's giving puppy eyes

Send "🥤" to feed my muse a Grimace Milkshake!

"𝐨𝐡𝐡𝐡, 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞! how fun! ho, is that blueberry? --- thank you so much! ----- but where's yours? we can drink them all night, & go up to my secret room..." his head rotates, cutely. how did sun drink the grimace shake? nobody knows. much like his fizzy-faz. however it's not long 'til sun drops the milkshake, with A SCREECH in fear of the mess.

moon shows up promptly, fingers wiggling as he hops to & fro, over the blue puddle. "naughty boy.. he knows better than to give sunny-boy too much sugar.. [...]

he may not know what might happen -- but we do."

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"𝐚𝐰𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐯𝐲." she rears her lips back, pinning her eyes shut with a giggle. "alcohol is sterile." her shrill voice comes to state, while waving her off. if not that, then her definitely not plant based mascara would taint the environment. but like the other pointed out, she's already here. harley is used to overstaying her welcome. it's just natural, at this point.

"hey whatcha doin' over there, anyway? --" hands place on the table with a clink, as she cranes her neck. she has not a concept in botany. her degree is in medicine. psychiatry, may she remind you. as if she hasn't enough, by now. "& can any a' those cure a hangover or what?"

❛ is being drunk an excuse? ❜ harley/ivy? @muutos

With so much blue in her bleached hair, is her blood multi-coloured too? It reminds her of something that’s that sickly. Variegated amydrium zippelanium, with its fat, bulbous leaves that spread downwards into sad bumpy lobes. Harley throws her such a smoking look of crazy that two out of the three of them were staring. F. Mikro, Greece could very well have been a lot of kids here. They were either working for slave wages that summer, or not at all. Pamela squeezes her subject’s rough fingers. She was making good money, clocking overtime. She turns to Harley.

‘   I guess you can do whatever you want. You’re already here…   ‘

Cold tiles trickle in the shadows behind them. But this part of the Place is more welcoming than the kind of pasteurized milk they sell.

‘  But... this is supposed to be a sterile environment.   ‘