#ALL I HAD WAS A YELLOW BEAR WITH BUTTONS A TIE AND A HAT

[soupmanspeaks]

You know what

In celebration of a common CC W

Here's some rare Soup art of the boy

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

Some Ideas For A TADC

AU!

Now, I’ve had some ideas since I got into The Amazing Digital Circus, so I figured I should share them!

First off, I thought up of an OC! He’s a tall navy blue wolf plushie that has yellow slinkies (yes, the spring toys) for his neck, legs, and arms! His eyes are similar to Barnaby from Billie Bust Up, but instead of them being different shades of orange, they are different shades of purple. His name is Party Animal (his human name is Percy Atticus) and he’s a rather strange one at the circus. Party doesn’t seem to care about finding the exit…I wonder why…

Anyways! There another idea that I had as well. What happens to the memories and character traits that are removed from the humans when they go inside the digital world? Well, perhaps they are turned into whole other beings that get thrown to the depths of the digital world!

Here are the creatures known as The Identities!

Penny (Pomni): Penny is a black and white character who wears a white suit with a black suit vest. A soft bow tie takes the place of a normal tie and a spear’s blade takes the place of where the bell should be on her tail. She still has her signature jester hat, but it is black and white and bears no bells. Her eyes are as dark as tar and tiny white spirals replace her pupils. A bone is wielded in her hand at all times. Her and Bubble would get along well, since they have the same smile. She does seem to wear a mask that covers the rest of her face though…Personality wise, She’s sweet, but can be rather off putting, and is incredibly loyal. Just don’t let her horrific appearance fool you, she’s a sweet lad. She’s the official leader of this rag tag gang.

Annie (Ragatha): A weeping raggedy doll who has a serrated mouth and one loose button eye. Her functioning eye was ripped out, thus she is completely blind. Her dress is covered in rips and tears and her mitten hands are covered in black blood and have been turned into sharps claws. She cries most of the time, she carries the burdens of Ragatha’s past life. Luckily, Penny makes for great company (and a lovely girlfriend!)

File 1 (Jax): His real file name is 17384295, but his friends just shorten it down to 1. Since he is an NPC, File 1 is supposed to exist in the circus, but here he is! He’s mostly silent, but is very loyal to the Queen. File 1’s senses are incredibly heightened senses. This mixed in with his teleportation abilities makes him a lethal prankster! His body is a bulky, black mass with long arms and a head that resembles a rabbit. Red teeth and eyes glow on his face. If you miss them, you’ll never know he’s there…

File 2 (Gummigoo): File 258963 is his real name, but the gang shortens his name too. This creature is a melted mass that fused with machinery to keep his body as stable as it could be. File 2 is the most rational of the group and remembers every little detail. Even details that never existed…

Angel (Gangle): This mess of ribbons of broken masks is best described as unpredictable and shy. The only mask that isn’t broken is a pitch black one that has a strange eye to the left. She typically serves as the group’s security.

Zoey (Zooble): Oh where to begin on this mess. They’re quite literally in shambles! This creature is made from various parts of random beasts! A bear’s leg, a dragon’s tail, a donkey’s hoof, you name it all! They seem to be very depressed and tends to sleep than play.

Kevin (Kinger): A broken king chess piece with a makeshift mouth, spider legs, and veins connecting its hands and eyes to its body? What could possibly be creepy about this one? He’s incredibly stable and is typically the one you go to when you need a problem solved!

Tex (Party): Tex is a black furred, two-headed beast. One of his head bears no soul, so it limbs down and its eyes swing from side to side. His limbs are now made of jump rope and his claws are large enough to pierce the heart of any human. STAY AWAY FROM HIM! This creature is genuinely abusive and will try to steal your code to free itself from the depths. He was the one who blinded Annie and who overthrew Penny. Maybe…that’s all about to change…

That’s a wrap! I hope you enjoy this little idea! If you wanna leave any questions or requests for this AU, my ask box is always open!

[fazbear-entertainment-au]

"Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!" - 1986

Curtains pulled closed, lights off on the stage, the dining room had many voices speaking out, of all ages. Nerves spiked in one of the workers, adjusting their outfit that consisted of a vest, apron, and biker shorts. Yellow, white with a colorful pattern that said 'LET'S EAT!', and black for their respective colors. "Three years, and I still get nervous doing this."

Passing behind her, someone gave a small snicker, carrying a red and white guitar with no strap attached to the protruding studs. "You've never been one for the spotlight, Chi-Chi." He said, but there was no real bite behind his words, and this behavior was more common, given by the woman's glare behind her to the darkness. Still, the faint, red glow of his eyes were enough to be spotted. Despite his eyes being a more pink color.

"Stage time, you two. Ready?" Another voice broke through, causing the previous male to quickly scampering to his position on stage, adjusting his guitar and making sure it was plugged in, as the woman fixed the microphone pack hidden on her back. A gentle, white glow came from the center, from the main entertainer's eyes, blue being much duller in shine, but still there. "Ready?" He asked again, his voice dipping to a quieter whisper as his handheld mic got plugged in. The woman nodded, the nod back before turning, the bass player also nodded.

"Ready, Goldie." The main entertainer spoke, before smiling and speaking into the microphone fully:

"Hello, everyone! And welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!" The curtains pulled back once the room fell into a semi-silence and the cue hit. Of course, cheers rang through the room as the three revealed themselves to the party room. "Please, welcome to the stage: Chica the Chicken, and Mr. Cupcake!" The two on the left side of the stage, from the audience view, motioned to the person on the right on the stage, smiling and holding her cupcake with one hand while waving with the other. Short, dirty-strawberry blonde hair pressed to her head, aside from a cowlick that made it look like she had feathers on her head like a chicken. Her apron donned, but clean, shoes orange, with long, white socks with two, decorative stripes on them to make her outfit complete.

"Bonnie the Rabbit!" Now, Chica and the middle entertainer motioned to the person on the left of the stage. Taller than Chica by an inch or two, but his platform boots helped up that to about half a foot taller. He gave a strum to his bass guitar, the purple bunny ears on his head perking up. His hair was a darker shade of purple, framing bangs in the front and a braid bun in the back, with a purple vest on. A red, clip on bow tie, the guitar strap hooked onto his belt, and the laces to his boots were all the same red, pink eyes smiling along with him. He was, notably, the darkest color pallet to the rest of the three on the stage, but it was fitting for him.

"And Freddy Fazbear the Bear!" Bonnie and Chica motioned to the center of the stage, where the last entertainer stood with a bright smile, wielding the microphone. Brown, shaggy hair and facial hair on his chin made him more inviting, blue eyes helping with it. He wore a brown vest, a white undershirt that was rolled up to his elbows (counter to Bonnie's that was black and hemmed like a tee-shirt). Grey, finger-less gloves, bow tie, and top hat all adorned his body, red shoes to help balance the dark, and brown bear ears were tilted out of the way to make room for the top hat on his head. "Let's party!" He spoke into the microphone, an immediate uproar from the kids only made Freddy smile more.

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A few taps, a couple of clicking cues, keeping the area hidden while making sure the party room was lit up and fun- Goldie gave a huff to themself and glanced to the time: 4:27. Perfect. A click to two buttons was enough to send the signals to the entertainers without alerting the guests. That message being a silent one saying 'after this song, it's time'. Their ears twitched in place as they time went by, hearing someone in their ear say something about the cake being ready in a mixed, but identifiable accent.

"Thank you! Now, if I remember correctly, it's someone's birthday here today!" The cheer from the party group made Chica giggle, as Bonnie played into his role. "Someone's birthday today? But we don't have a cake for them!" Chica waved her free hand in a dismissive, but playful way. "Of course we have a cake! Oh, Foxy~" Her voice wavered in a sing-song-y way, giving time for Goldie to shine a light on the birthday kid, and for Foxy to come out. As well as Bonnie strumming a few cords, the whole room sprung into song easily as Foxy set the cake down on the table and lit the one and zero candles with a matchstick.

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"Ever find yar own antics a little insufferable?" After hours, Foxy asked the question while sitting at the table, handing a paper towel wrapped bag of ice to the rabbit entertainer. "Mm, a bit, but it's for the younger kids. The teenagers love me no matter." Bonnie chuckled, settling the bag of ice on a dark bruise forming on his arm, a quiet hiss at the cold leaving his teeth. "Besides, it's fun to play around with it sometimes."

"Whatever ya say. Whatever helps ya sleep at night."

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[Bonnie, Freddy, Chica, Foxy, and Goldie available for asks]

[Pictures of them with image ID's underneath the cut]

[dullahandyke]

If someone was to mayhaps want to draw one of your OCs do you have any drawings of them or any more information about the kind of clothes they wear?

ANON ILL KISS UUU um I have a couple drawings but they're old, let me grab them n also describe more accurately their appearances....

Ok as for the drawings please ignore the copious style shifts and bear in mind that most of these cunts r like OLD old. Like 'drew her on the open night for the secondary school I have since graduated from', 'ex-danganronpa oc' old. And that's not as much to do w how recent the drawings are bcos most of them are like 2 years old or so but like. I keep trying to keep certain aspects of their designs and it shows. ANYWAY heres some Ames designs that can get smushed into one

Ames Spector

Stocky build, on the short side

Filipina

Black hair, the middle picture is pretty much it, tho I'm still attached to her with a ponytail if u wanted to go for that

Black button-up with the sleeves rolled up

Yellow tie with a star-shaped tie pin (listen she's had a star pin for 6 years and even if it's not a hairpin anymore it's still hers)

See I really do like the vibe of the blazer tied around the waist ala picture 1 but I couldnt make it work colour-balance-wise so I ended up just making her slacks yellow. If u think u could make it work then go for it my guy

Sturdy black boots

Eyebrow piercing on her right

See I did vibe w her having a tattoo but I dont think the snake suits her... omit it or freehand it as u like

Ringo Fleming

I'm not entirely happy with the balance of the outfit but it's a good idea of its style (which is 'was born sad and alone in a Claire's)

I think I put his cane on the right side? It's his right leg that he needs it for

It has hearing aids that it definitely dangles earrings off of

Snake bites

Pink dyed hair with some sort of undercut

Oh yeah hes noticeably tall. I'm not good w heights but like 6'6 even without his penchant for platform boots

Large nose

Very reedy build

White

Thea del Arte

Heavily based on Arlecchino (predecessor to the harlequin, from Italian renaissance-era theatre) with the right picture as my heaviest inspiration

Fat

Hes pretending to be Italian bcos it's better for PR but hes actually Catalan

Tan skin

Dimples

Short curly dark brown hair

Black mask is more masquerade or superhero than arlecchino, it emotes when she has it on, you know the drill

Wears reading glasses over his mask in his 'reading documents' animation

Neck ruff

In the drawing I have her down as wearing shorts but tbh I think she'd cover as much of herself as she could for the intrigue

White gloves

Black lipstick

Shirley Fortunis

See I like her current design but it doesnt feel very ace attorney to me. Trying to incorporate a dice/coin/luck motif.

Black

Long black locs with silver jewelry

Acne

Big purple cardigan somewhere in her design

Officewear under the cardigan

Maybe a trench coat of some description over the cardigan to make it feel more detectivey? Idk spitballing

Maybe a coin necklace?

Miren Diez

And now we get into the area of 'all my drawings for this one are so old theyd do more harm than good'

Sickly pale and visibly malnourished

Long dark brown hair, untrimmed beard

Bcos of spirit medium shenanigans I dont think they have much in the way of their own clothes tbh. Mostly its theas clothes that they're left in once they stop channelling her.

If they are wearing their own clothes, probably just a very oversized steel samurai sleep shirt and sweatpants that used to fit but Uh Oh Drastic Weight Loss

Septum piercing

Raph Porter

Tbh I dont have much for them

Light hair in a ponytail

Brown reporter-type hat

White button-up, brown slacks, brown suspenders, brown tie

Brings an entire typewriter into court

Btw this isnt a design thing but like u gotta know that she is just WAITING to be revealed as the big bad so at all times she is wearing an evil outfit under her normal one. It is not at all visible in her normal outfit that's just a fun little fact for u

Generically pretty

The judge

Does not look like the judge from ace attorney

Has robes

Has at least one hand

Has a mouth(?)

Skin is a maybe

[pansypr3p]

Concept:

(Before season finale (goldifying) but after the big mega bunny-explosion thing)

The Mod Frogs are short on food because of Scarlemange taking food for his coronation. Harris is considered a low-ranking frog due to Jamack’s exile, and others (besides Kwat, of course) don’t care for him because of this and his combined unusual appearance, so he is given a very small, non-sustainable ration amount.

So, Harris eventually gets desperate enough to try and steal food, and gets caught. This gathers a crowd, and eventually Kwat comes out to see what the ruckus is. Kwat sees Harris cornered, without Mrs. Sartori or any other authority figures in sight, and so Kwat backs him up.

Unfortunately, this only gets the both of them exiled. To add injury to insult, the group of frogs, meant to shadow them as they leave in order to make sure they actually leave, end up attacking them to try and steal their meager items. Kwat manages to get out of the fight relatively intact, having had a larger ration amount and as such, being stronger, but Harris is pretty heavily injured, having been mildly dehydrated, and hungry. The bruises littering his unusually pale skin were much larger than they really should have been, his eye was partially swollen, and the large gash on his arm was slightly inflamed, which was concerning.

Tie already cut, and his suit now in tatters, it broke all illusions of still being a Mod Frog. Harris hadn’t even bothered even trying to button his suit back up, he knew it was useless. He just discarded the external suit jacket, and tore his already ravaged sleeves all the way off so they could be used as bandaging for his wounds. His colorful arms were now showing clearly now, which was certainly a shocking act, considering all of his… hang-ups about them.

Kwat did the same, throwing aside her suit jacket and rolling up her sleeves. She looked more intimidating this way- her undershirt showed off her muscular frame well, and she knew it.

They traveled aimlessly for a short while, before deciding, albeit a bit hopelessly, to try and find Jamack. So, they set out to search for clues and information on where Jamack is. It takes a month or so of traveling through Las Vistas and other nearby parts of the wasteland, and way too many deals and… favors, but eventually they figure out he’s in Timbercat Village.

Luckily, since they’re relatively near the Timbercat Forest, it only takes another half month or so of traveling to get there. Unfortunately, they’re in the driest area near Las Vistas, and even less fortunately the half-month they travel is full of small but nonetheless harmful skirmishes, and the two combined work to worsen Harris’ already poor condition.

Kwat grows increasingly worried as Harris seems to get more and more tired, more and more quiet, but whenever she brings it up he simply shrugs it off, until one day, after a particularly harsh battle with some of the Umlaut Snake gang, Kwat suggests they stop and rest for the night, and Harris snaps. “No! We will not stop until we reach Jamack, we cannot afford to! Don’t you dare forget about what we’ve gone through to get here! What I had to do to get us here!” He yelled, throwing his hands up and tossing his spiked bat on the ground. He turns away from her, and crouches on the ground, hands on his face, “We- we need to reach Jamack as soon as possible, Kwat- I… Kwat… I don't think I… I don’t think I- I’ll make it much longer l-ike this,” He drags one hand down his face, voice breaking, and Kwat can see the shine of his tears in the last rays of the yellow-orange sunset.

They had become... closer, in the time they traveled together, and so Kwat felt she could get away with comforting him as he was currently. She approached him, and sat down beside him. She draped her arm across his slim shoulders, and pulled him closer. He leaned into her, and let out a strangled croak of distress. She spoke quietly, “Harris, we need to rest. I’m sorry about… what we had to do get here, I- I’m sorry that was ever necessary. I can’t fix that for you, Harris, hell. I can’t even fix it for- for m-myself,” She let out a strangled laugh, and Harris looked up at her sympathetically, “Just.. know I’m here for you. We’re in this shithole together. And… Look, you need food, and we both need water and sleep. Let’s just set up camp here, and I’ll go see if I can find anything in those stores we saw earlier. Okay?”

Harris takes a deep breath, and nods shakily, “O-okay. I… I can do that. Thanks for.. that. I.. Try not to get into any trouble, Kwat. Just…please stay safe. I.. I need you here with me,” His voice got quieter as he spoke, and remained shaky, but it still brought a small, sad smile to Kwat's face. She nodded to him, and grabbed her bag before getting up to travel back in the direction of the small town they passed earlier.

Harris focused on getting their, albeit limited, supplies out and set up, ready for when Kwat was back, which wasn’t for another hour and a half. When she did finally return, it was thankfully with a day or two's worth of food, a small sum of water, and the metaphorical holy grail, medical supplies.

Not just any medical supplies either, but pain killers and vaseline, which could be mixed and applied to their skin so they could easily absorb it. Kwat helped prepare and apply it, which was… a bit awkward, considering that his injuries were virtually everywhere on his body, but nonetheless it helped, immensely so. After they were done with that, they snacked on some of the food, and Kwat insisted Harris take the majority of the water despite being almost as dehydrated as he was. Kwat took first watch, of course, and Harris slept.. reasonably peacefully, bearing in mind what he’d been through.

After another few days of traveling, they come across their worst fight yet. They had been raiding a small apartment building that turns out to belong to the Humming Bombers. Harris manages to pack up a fair amount of stuff and run while Kwat holds them off, but this results in Kwat obtaining a substantial burn injury on her abdomen from one of the nectar bomb blasts. Now, with both of them having potentially lethal injuries, their only hope is to make it to the Timbercat Village before something terrible happens.

Finally, they make it to Timbercat Village. After weeks of traveling with injuries, having to scavenge for even a little food, they make it to their destination. They manage to limp their way to the entrance of the Main Hall, where Jamack comes out to see what the ruckus is about.

Harris passes out nearly immediately.

He manages to croak out weakly, fallen, hands and knees on the ground, “Jamack…I-I’m sorry for what we did, f-f-for what I did.. but I…I j-just… hnngh,” he groans, arms buckling and giving out, he continues in a raspy whisper, “Help us… a-at least help her… sh-she deserves it… please, Jamack… p-please,” before he completely passes out.

Kwat falls with him, sitting next to his prone body, breath shallow. She presses a hand to her chest wound, and hisses out a strangled “F-fuck,” Trying, and very nearly failing, to contain a pained croak. Jamack is still standing in the entrance, mouth agape, trying to find his words.

“Kwat, what… what happened? I.. I thought…” he trailed off, as Kwat chuckled, and then coughed. She put a hand to her mouth as she coughed, and it came away stained with red. Jamack gave a small gasp, followed by an aborted move to try and put a hand on her.

“There’s a food shortage back ho- back at The Pond. We- Harris needed more food. We got caught, and… and we paid the price for it,” she looks away from him. “We’ve been on the road for about a month and a half, now. Harris.. Harris isn’t doing well, Jamack, I know…” Her breathing stutters and Jamack rushes forwards and sets his hand on her shoulder before jerking it back, as if burned.

She continues, “I know we didn’t help you, when you were… exiled, but, please Jamack. If you really want us gone… well. You know what to do if you- you really want us gone. I.. I wouldn’t blame you. But, please, just let us rest here for a day or two. We haven’t made camp in days, a-and-“ A coughing fit overtakes her for a moment, before she continues, raspier and quieter than before, “I don’t think he’ll make it much longer, Jamack. He.. he’s not good. Hell, I don’t even know if I’ll make it much longer,” she looks at her blood stained hand, “I don’t think I will. So, wh-hat do you say, Jamack, for… for old times sake?”

She looks at him, staring right into what feels like the very center of his being.

He shakes his head, trying to wrap his mind around this. Misinterpreting this as a ‘No’, Kwat very nearly starts crying, letting out a small croak.

Jamack rushes to correct her, lifting his hands up towards her “No- no, not like that, I- I mean, yes, of course, you can stay- please stay, let me take care of you, let me help you, you- you’ve always been my family, you’re so important to me, Kwat, I- I’ll never stop wanting you and Harris near me, just- just stay with me, please,” his hands relocate themselves, one ending up on his leg, the other on his face.

Kwat lets go, and tears stream down her face silently. She laughs, swears to herself that this is fake, we could never get this lucky- except for this is real, she’s always known Jamack was emotional, she just thought his ability to hold grudges would hold out more.. more than his love for them. She was sure it was love, from the look in his eyes to knowing what he was feeling, she felt the same. They were family. They always had been, since when they were tadpoles.

She hesitantly holds her arms out, and Jamack practically dives in, careful to avoid her injury. Kwat’s hugs are the best.

[krattgirl124]

Core Activated Chapter 9

The year was 1987, four horrible years without Belle, Elizabeth, Chris, Charlie, and Henry. William had turned cold against his last remaining son and just focused on his new restaurant, Freddy Fazbear’s Jr. He was busy setting up three animatronics on stage while Michael was setting up the last one in the Kid’s Cove. On the stage had a brown plastic bear with a black top hat, blue eyes, and pink cheeks, on his left, a bright blue bunny with a red bow tie that matched his red rosy cheeks, bright green eyes, and a white muzzle. On the bear’s right, a yellow chicken with a bib that said “Let’s Party”, a small pink cupcake that matched her pink cheeks, and bright blue eyes.

In the Kid’s Cove stood the white and pink fox with red lipstick and cheeks, a hook on one of her hands and a pink heart-shaped symbol on her chest. William couldn’t stand to look at it, which is why he made Michael do it, it looked too similar to Kay and he did not want to be thinking about that wolf that he locked away again. He didn’t really believe that Kay held Belle’s spirit. Kay was just mocking him, just like in his dream.

He finished with Toy Bonnie and left the stage. He walked by Michael and he glared at his only son with extreme hatred.

“Father—“

“If you want to make it up to me after the crap you pulled. I have one option and only one.” William cut him off, “Some engineers have claimed that the supposed deactivated animatronics in Circus Baby’s are moving around. You are you go down and see what’s going on.” William growled. Michael opened his mouth to protest then quickly closed.

“Okay.” he mumbled. “When do I leave?”

“The sooner the better,” William replied. “The sooner you leave the sooner I'll stop seeing you.”

Michael slowly nodded and left the building, heading to his car. He looked back at the pizzeria before driving to where he last saw Circus Baby’s Pizza World. The building had been knocked down, and rebuilt underground for who knows what. But thankfully it was built just right underneath where it use to be.

“So many awful memories lie here.” He mumbled, getting out of his car and opening the trapdoor, dropping into the elevator. On the way down Michael felt as if someone was watching him even though there was no one there. A small keypad appeared and Michael walked over to it. He typed in the first thing that came to mind, which was Eggs Benedict. He chuckled to himself and set it to default as a joke for the next person who used it. As the elevator stopped creepy laughter ran in Michael’s ears. His heart leapt into his throat and he quickly ducked into the vent.

“I didn't do anything!” he said as he crawled deeper into the vent.

‘First off let’s check on Ballora to see if she’s on stage.’ The hand unit voice said. Michael shrugged a later and pressed on the light button for Ballora Gallery, it was empty.

“What the…?” Michael stared at the empty stage, there was no trace of Ballora or her minireenas.

‘Looks like Ballora doesn’t feel like dancing. Let’s give her a controlled shock.’

“A controlled shock huh?” He looked at the red button and pressed it. A loud zap was heard and a loud screech emitted from the room.

‘Let's check on Ballora again.’

Michael pressed the button again and Ballora was on her stage, dancing away with her minireenas.

“Fascinating, they actually still work.” He said in awe.

Back in Freddy’s Jr, locked away in the darkest parts of Parts and Service, Kay lied on the floor in a sleep-like state. Her paws twitched rapidly and the faint whirs on her rusty gears were the only sounds in the room.

“Chris…...mommy’s here…..don’t worry mommy’s here…..” she mumbled in her sleep. A dark figure appeared and crouched next to the white wolf.

“Just you watch Belle.” the figure hissed. “You'll soon lose your eldest and last child. What good is a mother who can't protect her own children? How does it feel to know you failed? Failed as a sister. Failed as a wife. And failed as a mother.”

‘How do you feel to know you let everyone down and didn't do a thing to stop it?” the figure stood and grinned at the helpless wolf, “And your youngest son suffered much more than you think, the nightmares I gave him and you were never there to protect him from these nightmares, making you fail even more as a mother.” Kay whimpered in her sleep state and the figure laughed.

The figure smiled and disappeared back into the darkness. When she walked out she was in Ballora’s Gallery watching Michael who was looking at Funtime Foxy. Just as Michael pressed the shock button Willow snapped her fingers cutting the power off making Michael curse. Looks like Funtime Foxy is back on stage. The voice said.

“Funtime Foxy isn’t even there!” Michael protested making the figure smirk. Michael kicked the wall and cried out in pain as his foot hit the metal wall.

“Idiot.” the figure hissed. Michael held his foot for a minute before crawling through the vent to Circus Baby’s Auditorium. The figure smiled and crawled in after him. Michael froze and glanced behind him. His eyes widened in shock and he scrambled back.

“Who-who are you?”

“I’m your aunt Willow and the last face you’ll ever see.” the figure said. Michael crawled faster into the vent and Willow followed slowly and calmly. Michael burst into the Auditorium and dashed into a small open space under a desk. He dragged the metal door in front of him and turned his flashlight off, he had nearly forgotten about it.

The figure chuckled and summoned two small animatronics called Bidybabs, which peeked through the holes of the door while trying to pull it open. Michael gritted his teeth and pulled the door shut.

“Crap crap crap crap!!” Michael yelled, still holding it closed.

As the figure watched the last Afton child struggle to keep the little animatronics away, heavy footsteps approached behind her.

“Stay away from my brother!” A familiar voice yelled, a claw lashing out to attack the figure, but it went right through them. Willow spun around to see Circus Baby/Elizabeth glaring at her aunt. Willow laughed and shot out a black tendril at the animatronic. Circus Baby dashed to the side narrowly missing Willow’s attack. Willow growled and shot up black tendrils around Circus Baby’s legs.

“Get off!” Circus Baby hissed as she started to struggle. Michael took his chance and dashed past Willow and Circus Baby.

“Not so fast.” Willow hissed and summoned several tendrils to shred open Michael’s back.

“No, you don’t.” Circus Baby said before punching Willow in the face. This time it hit Willow and she stumbled back in surprise as Michael made it safely out of the Auditorium and rushed to the elevator. Willow hissed and used her claw-like nails to cut into the animatronics circuit deactivating Circus Baby.

“You little brat, always interrupting my plans. Looks like I’m gonna need to dismantle you.” Willow growled.

“Elizabeth?” Funtime Freddy’s voice was suddenly heard as the large bear pulled himself through the vent and into the Gallery. Willow glared at him and threw a thin needle, piercing through the hard suit and endoskeleton, deactivating him.

“I’ll have to deal with both of you later.” Willow snarled as she left the Gallery.

Michael ran for his life. He didn’t know what was going on, but he knew he didn’t like one bit. Who’s Willow? Why did Circus Baby protect him and call him brother? All of these questions flooded his mind and he had other things to do. One of those things, get home safely and tell his father what he saw. They were active, they were alive, they were sentient. He got out of the elevator and rushed to his car, driving home.

[maybeimwierd]

Mastermind!Danganronpa edits 2 explained!

This is the explanation for design choices in my 2nd batch of mastermind edits you can find right over here so I hope you all enjoy

7. Kokichi Ouma

Fun fact I actually started on this edit in the middle of Father’s Day which is kokichis birthday and I finished it early morning the next day, also I did the sketch in a car because I was coming home from a family members house right after I started it. Of course I like red buttons hehe so I have them to him, his outfit is mostly white so I changed his sleeves to be black and I made his pants to be red with those weird straps black. I love that I gave him face paint but it’s kinda hard to see the white part, I was going to color half his face black instead of white but I realized it could be taken as racist which I am not (ok when I say it like that I sound like I’m in denial but I swear I’m not) but of course red monokuma eye around the characters left eye hehe

8. Tenko Chabashira

Hers was actually the first edit that I actually redrew the whole sprite rather than putting stuff over it so you can tell my skill gets better after this one! I actually had originally thought up the headband first and I wanted to make the base red so I made the monokuma eye be pink which honestly is cuter and I made her hair ties be pink to match! I made her weird green hair thingys be black and white because monokuma also they are fun to color then I made her choker black. I decided to replace her cropped uniform shirt with a sports bra which is something women usually wear when they workout at the gym also hehe hoohoo it’s red with a nice black and white trim! I think adding a third layer to her skirt makes it looks puffier and cuter so I’m glad I did that hehe!

9. Kazuichi Soda

There is actually a cancelled draft of Kazuichi! The way I do these edits is by asking my buds over on Crackganronpa (a Dr discord server) who they want to see as a mastermind next, the owner requested Kazuichi but I didn’t want to do the method I did with Tenko because I felt it took way too long so I tried to do my color over method but it was too complicated due to his hair and I had spent around 2 hours just trying to color his hair white so I cancelled him and told them “I’m willing to continue on Kazuichi but if I do then I’m starting over” and they really wanted to see him so I redrew his sprite also so now you all have this Kazuichi! I liked the idea of him dying his hair again if he was a mastermind (because he canonically dyes his hair pink) and I liked coloring his hat black because it matched the white. I decided to color his jumpsuit red and give it pink accents but I colored his shirt last minute and if I was thinking I would have made it black, I had fun replacing the logo on his jumpsuit and making those buttons! I have 2 fun facts about that hammer he has there, it’s actually a large recolored version of the hammer I gave to Mastermind!Angie, the second fun fact is that I actually was listening to Sonias voice lines while doing the hammer. Adding onto that last fun fact when doing the lines for the face I was listening to Ibuki’s voice lines and was listening to Celeste’s voice lines while coloring the suit.

10. Chihiro Fujisaki

This one is truly where I have peaked in design (well for now, don’t know when I’ll strike genius again) so I’m very proud of this Chihiro and my Angie! I’ll start with saying that CHIHIRO IS NOT A TRANS GIRL THAT IS A FACT THEY LITTERALLY WERE BULLIED INTO BEING A GIRL so I gave him some super cool pants and it was fun drawing that belt! I took away his overcoat so you can see his dress shirt and I replaced the coat with a super cool cape!!!! It was fun to come up how the cape is layered the left side going over the right side with a part on top. This was a idea I loved so much and wanted to put on a edit (right under using that cape idea) which is the big Ol fairy flower hat! His design was lowkey based off fantasy things! I felt the design needed one more thing so I lightly airbrushed his face to give him a sickly and sort of pale look. This was also the edit that I started adding the fabric overlay on

11. Korekiyo Shinguji

Now this one! This is a doozy! Lots of little details here and there but first things first, if Korekiyo was a mastermind he would definitely have trinkets here and there from the dead students (also in these mastermind universes the person who is the mastermind in the game they are from dies instead of them) so feel free to guess what thing belongs to who! I believe Korekiyo would want to dress liek the original mastermind and it was fun to give him big pigtails like her, he is wearing a ripped sleeve from one of the dead students (won’t specify but it was hard to get it from under where it was from) and the tie is from another student instead like the one the original dr1 mastermind wore and the little buttons are from other students, the gloved hand is ripped as a little detail and I think that Korekiyo could definitely rocks a skirt! This is truly my husband heehee

12. Yasuhiro Hagakure

This edit came into my home and pissed on my clothes then shit in my sink I am not proud of this one at all just like Kaito (if the 18th mastermind sucks I think that makes it a pattern) so here’s why. I was going to do this like the others but I didn’t want to spend hours tracing the lines for his hair so I just added some bear ears and a monokuma eye over his left one. I changed the yellow from his shirt and pants string to be a nice red and I made the inside of his jacket use the pattern I originally made for Kaito! Yay recycling. Fun fact I was listening to a He///va B//s BLM charity stream (I censored I don’t want fans of the series to come across this in the tag due to how tumblr works and they might get spoiled) also the sprite I used actually was sweaty faced so I removed it to make him look smug. I also removed his stubble because if he was betraying his friends he definitely would wanna look nice for it. The pattern used for Kaito and Yasuhiro is downloadable in the previous explanation post for use!

[aprilqueen84]

Halloween Treat

A/N: Today is the one year anniversary of my story “Halloween Treat.” So I decided to edit it a bit and post again. If you have already read it or if this is your first time I hope you enjoy it.

Summary: The Swan-Jones family are in for an extra special treat this Halloween

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Emma stood in front of the bathroom mirror staring at her costume for Granny’s Halloween party tonight. Earlier in the week Hope had overheard her conversation with Snow and had been so excited, saying that she wanted to wear “matching” costumes with mommy. She just couldn’t say no when she looked up at her with those bright green eyes of hers. When her daughter had told her what she wanted them to dress up as Emma shouldn’t have been surprised “Winnie-the-Pooh” is one of Hope’s favorite books and movies.

“You will look so cute Emma,” her mother had said, but she didn’t feel cute. At nine months pregnant and her due date less than three weeks away all she felt was tired and her back has been hurting all day so she was entitled to be a little grumpy. Okay, so the costume was really cute and very comfortable. She was dressed in a long sleeved yellow dress with a short red shirt over it resting just above her belly. On top of her head sat bear eared headband, and to round out the outfit she was dressed in black leggings with ballet flats.

She picks up a black drawing pencil to color her nose that will put the final touches on her “Pooh” costume when she heard a knock on the door and Killian’s voice. “Swan, are you almost done? We don’t want to be late.”

She finishes and puts down the pencil and calls out. “Yeah. I’m coming!” She walks out of the bathroom to see her husband bent down fixing their little “Piglets” ears. Killian was dressed in black slacks with a long white button down shirt with half of the buttons undone to reveal a blue under-shirt with a large S in the center. Also a tie hung loosely around his neck, slicked back hair and thick fake black glasses completed his Clark Kent/Superman costume.

Hope looked over to see her mother standing in the doorway. “Mommy!” the three year old called out as she ran up to Emma and hugged her around her legs. “You look pretty mommy.”

Emma looked down at Hope. Her head barely visible over her large bump and smiled at her. “Thank you baby girl. You look pretty too.” Hope giggled and stepped back and to twirl in front of her parents as Emma and Killian giving each other amused looks. She was dressed in a long sleeved shirt, the sleeves of which were pale pink while the rest was dark pink with black lining. She was also wearing a pink tutu, and the finishing touch was a headband with pink pig ears on top of her dark blonde hair. “Are you excited to go to the party sweetheart?”

Hope nodded her head in excitement. “Yes it’s going to be so much fun!” All of a sudden she got quiet and asked. “Mommy. Daddy. It’s not going to be scary is it?” her bottom lip started to tremble and tears filled her eyes. Killian went forward and immediately lifted her up in his arms, while Emma came forward to rub circles on their little girls back.

They gave each other confused looks at Hope’s change of emotions. Killian was the first to speak to his daughter. “Cygnet of course it’s not going to be scary. We are only going to Granny’s darling,” but Hope didn’t look convinced.

Emma lifted her hand to wipe her daughter’s tears and tried her hand at reassuring her. “We promise you baby there is nothing to be afraid of, okay. We will be with you the whole time,” Hope looked at both of them for a few seconds, before finally nodding her head in acceptance. “Alright now why don’t you go downstairs and grab your shoes, Daddy and I will be down in a minute?” They each gave her a kiss the cheek then Killian set her down on the ground and she left the room.

After she left they turned to face each other, arms going around each other. “Hello love. How are you and the babe doing?” Killian asked moving is hand down to rest on her belly.

Emma moved her hand to rest over his and replied. “We’re fine. Although your son is making my back hurt and I really do look like a fat bear in this outfit,” She rubbed their hands up and down over her bump when suddenly their son gave a big kick to where their hands were. They both smiled down at where they felt the kick.

“I think the wee lad disagrees with you love and I have to say I think he’s right you look smashing,” Emma looked at him tenderly, he always made her feel special and beautiful when she wasn’t feeling either.

“Well I think you make the perfect Superman, soft and strong at the same time,” their gazes met and they both leaned forward, but before their lips could meet the baby sent a sharp kick to Emma’s ribs. “Ow!” she gasped. Clutching her stomach tight, breathing in deeply for a few seconds until the pain stopped.

“Emma! What’s wrong?” Killian asked her in a panic. He had never seen her react that way to one of the babies kicks before.

“Nothing. I guess he just doesn’t want to be late for the party. We should get down to Hope,” she gave him a small smile and a quick kiss before turning and headed downstairs.

When they got to Granny’s the party was already underway. The diner had been transformed, white cobwebs covered the ceiling with spiders of various sizes attached to them. The counter had several cauldrons with white smoke bubbling out of them and onto the floor. White candle “ghosts” with black felt glued on them sat on all the booth table tops. Tall “dead” trees with fake bats attached to them are standing in the corner of the diner.

“Wow! Granny’s did a wonderful job with the decorations,” Killian observed as they walked through the doors. Glancing down at Hope who was looking at the room in awe. “See little love it’s not scary at all right?” Hope nodded her head in agreement.  With that she was off and running over to the apple bobbing game where her grandparents and her Uncle Neal were dressed as pirate’s. He looked over to Emma who had been strangely quiet since they left the house and she had also been rubbing her side allot. “Swan, everything ok,” he asked gently touching her arm.

Emma jumped a little at his touch. She admits she hadn’t been paying much attention to anything since they got here or really since they left the house. “What?” she asks confused.

“I asked if everything is okay. You’ve been really quiet tonight and rubbing your side love, are you feeling alright?” Killian turned her to face him, putting his hand and hook on her arms.

“Killian I’m fine I,” Emma paused when she saw the look on his face. The one that he gives her when he knows she is not being a hundred percent truthful. “Fine! My back is still hurting and my ribs are still sore from where the baby kicked me earlier,” she confessed. He didn’t say anything until he suddenly took her by the hand and led her to one of the booths. “Killian what are you doing?” she said, bewildered by her husband's behavior.

He gently lowered her down into the seat. “Swan. Why didn’t you tell me you were still in pain, maybe we shouldn’t have come tonight,” He said frantically pulling a chair up next to her. “I think that you should rest here for the rest of the night,” his hand hovered over her not sure where it was safe to touch her, afraid he would cause her more pain if he touched her.

Emma took his hand in hers. “Killian calm down, I’m fine,” she reassured him. He went to protest, but she cut him off firmly. “I’m nine moths pregnant, everything is going to hurt at this point,” she raised her hand to his cheek and her touch immediately calmed him.

“I’m sorry, my love,” Killian turned his head to kiss the palm of her hand. “I overreacted. Forgive me?” His eyes meet hers and she pulled him forward into a loving kiss.

When they pulled back she responded. “Of course I forgive you, I love that you worry about us and want to take care of us,” she paused before saying. “How about this, I promise to rest if I need too and I will tell you if anything feels different deal?”

Killian nodded his head. “Aye. Deal love,” he bent his down to her belly. “Now my little lad, I need you to be good for your mommy alright?” his eyes moved to Emma’s and gave her a wink.

Emma giggled at her husband. “Okay baby whisperer how about you go help our daughter out,” she said pointing over to where Hope was playing the “Witch Hat” ring toss but not being able to quite get the glow stick ring to land on the hat. Emma could see the frustration start to grow on Hope’s face. “Go on Man-of-Steel, go save the day,” Killian pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead, stood up and walked over to their daughter.

A few hours later Emma was once again sitting in the booth seat. She had been up a few times making the rounds chatting with everyone. She helped Hope decorate her pumpkin at the arts and crafts table, and played a few games with Killian and Hope now it was time to go. As soon as she thought that a sharp pain shot through her side, the strongest of the night. “Ok buddy just let me get daddy and we can go.”

She felt bad for keeping Killian in the dark all night about her contractions. They had already been here by the time she knew for sure that’s what the pain in her back really was. The pain they thought was the baby kicking had been the first real contraction of the night, but they had been far apart and brief. It was only within the last hour that they had started to grow in intensity and frequency, so it was time to get Killian and go to the hospital.

Killian had been keeping an eye on Emma all night looking for signs of discomfort. While he could tell she was a little uncomfortable, it seemed that what had been ailing her had passed. He was talking to Rogers when he spots Emma making her way back over to the booth walking slower than normal and holding her side. He excuses himself, when he gets to the booth Emma is breathing deeply, rubbing her belly. “Emma darling what’s wrong?” he asked anxiously.

Emma raised up a finger, indicating to give her a minute. After a few more deep breaths she looked at him and said,“Killian I think we should go.”

“Alright I’ll go fetch Hope and tell everyone we are going home,” he went to turn, when Emma put a hand on his arm to stop him.

“No, Killian not home. To the hospital, the baby’s coming.” She told him.

Killian’s eyes grew large and he crouched down in front of her. “What! Emma are you sure, when did it start?” he asked her in a hurried voice.

“Yes I am sure. It first started at the house. You know the pain in my back and the baby’s kick, well it was actually labor pains,” she stopped as another contraction hit her, grasping Killian’s hand. When it stopped she said breathlessly. “and it’s been getting steadily worse all night.”

Killian reached out to place a hand on her belly, he could feel how tight it was. “Emma why didn’t you tell me?”

Emma covered his hand with her. “Because I didn’t want to ruin tonight for Hope, she was so excited to come and dress up together and I just couldn’t disappoint her,” she sighed. “Besides it’s still in the early stages, my water hasn't even broken yet, but I think it’s getting closer.”

Killian jumped up and carefully lifted her up onto her feet, slowly walking her over to where her parents were, informing them that they were about to have a new grandson. Shock and then happiness overtook them, as they said goodbye to Hope she was confused as to why she couldn’t go with them. They told her that they needed her to stay with  her grandma and grandpa and the next time she sees them, she will get to meet her new baby brother. When they got into the car, they face each other and smiled, they were going to have another baby.

When they got to the hospital they were admitted very quickly, the perks of being the Sheriff and Deputy of the town. As Emma was changing in her hospital gown and Killian into borrowed scrubs, her water finally broke and from there it was very fast pace. When the doctor came in to examine Emma, she was shocked to discover that she was already ten centimeters dilated. A short time later Emma was pushing with Killian beside her holding her hand and giving her words of encouragement. “Come on Swan, you can do this,” she gave one finally push and a few seconds later a healthy cry rang out into the room.

Killian and Emma both cried in relief, Killian leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead. The doctor lifted up their son and placed him directly onto to Emma’s chest.

“Oh Emma! He is so beautiful,” he reached his finger out to gently stroke his cheek. “Hello there my lad I’m your daddy and this is your mummy.”

Emma looked down at her son in awe. “He’s here Killian. He is finally here,” she leaned in to kiss his forehead. “He still needs a name,” she paused in thought, “What about Aiden?”

Killian pondered for a second. “Aiden? Aye my love that's a fine name, we still set on his middle name?” she nodded her head. “ Well then it settled welcome to the world Aiden Leo Jones.”

The End

[roserozu22]

Crack

Author’s note: I am so sorry for this late update! I have meant to write this chapter but due to me travelling a lot this year and every time I come back from travelling, I will always end up forgetting to write or I end up getting busy helping my family.  So, this chapter is once again unbetae'd as I made you all wait for a long time, so all mistakes are mine. You can find me on twitter RoseRozu1. I am also thinking of creating a Curious Cat account. Let me know if you like the idea. Also, during the lockdown I’m planning to try and write new chapters that do not be beta read online daily... so please bear with me and stay safe and follow your local governments guideline, I am sending you all my love from the United Kingdom! Oh and Happy Easter x)

 It was still afternoon, Aoba, and Ren who is still a tall and has a very pale complexion young man, due to his avatar settings. He sports dark blue hair reminiscent of his fur, a headdress that covers his eyes, and a large dark blue cape covering most of his body down to his knees. He wears light grey pants with a black belt and blue boots that look like his cape...   are still in the Rhyme field, however, Aoba is acting weird.

“Ren, attack!” Aoba commanded coldly. Ren followed albeit reluctantly as he knew that something was wrong with his human and tried to find out what. However, after Ren’s attack Aoba went back to normal.

“Ren, what did I just do?!” Aoba asked.

“I don’t know, but it looked like that you played Rhyme before.” Ren answered while trying to scan Aoba.

‘These readings...’ Ren thought as he scanned Aoba, ‘I’ll need to keep an eye on Aoba.’ He then felt an attack and heard Aoba shout “Ren! No!”

“Your all mate is just a tool why care so much?” The rabbit man asked.

“I care for Ren and I want to get out of this stupid Rhyme game!” Aoba answered.

“Well then the only way to get out of here is for one of us losses.” The rabbit man explained. “Attack them with no mercy!”

The rabbit mans all mate followed the command and continually attacks Ren and Aoba even when Ren tries to defend and Aoba running away from the bunnies.

“This is bullshit man!” Aoba swore as narrowly missed one of the rabbits shaped all mate.

After a short while both Ren and Aoba lost the game.

“Well this was a waste of my time.” The rabbit man murmured, however as he about to leave, Aoba and Ren’s health points started to go up. “How is that happening?” The rabbit man asked himself and his all mate in awe.

“It’s time to end this,” Aoba said in a cold voice and with the following words Destruction and Death Aoba destroyed the Rhyme field.

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Back in the real world, Aoba tried to not lose his conscious to find out if Ren is okay but he failed and someone with a gas mask picked up Aoba bridal style and picked up Ren  and placed him on Aoba’s lap took them too Aoba’s workplace along with Aoba’s bag, meanwhile the rabbit man took of his mask as he was running away the from the scene and caught himself on the fence. “Shit!” he said as he looked at his wound and continued staring at it for a long period of time.

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After about ten to twenty minutes the guy with the gas mask arrived at Mediocrity.

“I’m sorry sir, but we are about to close for lunch,” Haga said apologetically while cleaning the twerps mess, but as he looked up, he saw someone holding an unconscious Aoba bridal style while having Ren on his lap.

“Take then too the staff room, I’ll just have to call his grandmother.”

The man with the gas mask nodded and started to walk towards the staff room. While Haga walked to the reception desk and rang Tae’s house phone.

“Hello, this is the Seragaki residence. This is Tae speaking.” Tae greeted.

“Hello, this is Haga from Mediocrity I’m calling on behalf of your grandson.”

“What did that brat do now?” Tae growled.

“Miss Seragaki, I think he was in a Rhyme battle.”

“He hasn’t been in a Rhyme battle for years, why would he do one now?”

“I think it was a drive by, he looked pretty beat up plus he was carried here by an unknown person.

“…”

“Miss Seragaki, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, in his bag there should be some medicine that he has to take, he’ll know which ones, if he isn’t awake then Ren can find them.”

“Okay!” Haga said. “I’ll send home once he’s awake and feel better.”

 One hour later Ren and Aoba woke up in Mediocrity staff room.

“How did we get hear?” Aoba asked out load while also trying to find Ren and quickly found him on the floor asleep. “Ren?!” Aoba exclaimed while trying to get off the sofa but swiftly clutched his head in pain. “My head it hurts!”

 Meanwhile somewhere at the oval tower two people are seen watching the drive by, one of them is seen in the late forties all the way to his possible early sixties. He has short, slightly spiked brunette hair that is parted in the middle and reaches his neck. He is light-skinned and has an average body build. He might have trouble seeing out of his right eye, as he always wears a monocle. His outfit consists of a dark green plaid suit with a white undershirt and crimson vest, accompanied with white gloves. He wears a light pink ascot with a square, purple jewel sewed into it and sports an earring on his left ear.

 The youngest though looks like in his mid to late thirties and is seen wearing studded, black fedora with a Morphine pin on the side. He wears an open shouldered, long sleeved white shirt that has black straps over his shoulders. He has matching jeans and gloves that have skeletal designs and wears a half skirt that is connected to the right-side hem of the pants, connected by black suspenders that hang on either side of his body. Two studded collars adorn both his neck and wrists. He also wears a pair of white boots with black studs.

“Interesting...” the man with the monocle said as he saw the fight. “It looks like a family reunion is ready to start.”

‘Aoba I’ll save you!” The youngest thought as he was about to drift off to sleep.

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Later that evening Aoba went home and after being checked for anything cuts or bruises Tae set Aoba back to his room and tried to fall asleep but failed and decided to call Virus and Trip.

“Hello Aoba.” Virus greeted. But unknown to Aoba Virus and Trip are in some alleyway spraying the Morphine tag art. “What’s wrong you don’t sound good.”

“I’ve just got a headache from some drive by earlier today. That is what I wanted to ask, did I used to play Rhyme?”

“Yeah you did. But after loosing your memory you stopped, and we were told not to mention it to you by doctor Seragaki. Is that all Aoba?”

“Yeah that’s all thanks Virus I’ll see you soon.” Both parties then hanged up. Aoba then wanted to make sure that Ren was okay from the drive by. After Ren’s data said he was fine Aoba fell asleep.

 Two hours later Aoba woke up by Beni pecking on his face,

“Get up your lazy arse!” Beni shouted.

“Beni what are you doing here?” Aoba asked sleepily.

“Koujaku and I heard what happened and we wanted to check on you.”

“Thank you, but I may need help from Koujaku my head still hurts badly, and I feel sick.” With those words the hairdresser in question entered the room and helped Aoba to get downstairs to the kitchen diner.

“I made some okonomiyaki but with no meat.”

“Thanks Gran.” Aoba said before eating half the food on his plate and due to this Tae made Aoba some strawberry protein shake.

“Koujaku take Aoba back upstairs and make sure you let him gets some sleep and you can stay overnight.”

“Thanks Miss Tae.”

After helping Aoba to go up the stairs to his room and back to his bed Koujaku then wanted to know what really happened. After Aoba explained his point of view Koujaku remained quiet.

“I don’t want to baby you but be more careful tomorrow, I don’t like seeing you sick.”

Aoba laughed and said, “More like you want your cancer stick but unable to because of the smell makes me feel even more sick.”

“Ha-ha!” Koujaku said sarcastically. “I’m being truthful you know, and I heard you visited Mizuki yesterday.”

“Yeah, he looked a bit down about Rhyme getting more popular and I think he needs to speak to a follow Ribster.”

“Okay I’ll visit him during my rounds but please get some sleep I can tell you can hardly stay awake.”

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The next morning at the Junk Shop Aoba found his ‘saviour’ and Aoba tried to make sense of it all they have short, scruffy snow-white hair that sticks up in multiple places, a gas mask and is seen wearing wardrobe consists of a white trench coat and a yellow scarf. Under his coat is a white button-up shirt, which is quite short and reveals a little of his abdomen, and gray pants. He wears white boots with black laces that reach up to his calves and white gloves.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better master.”

“Okay... why are you calling me master?” Aoba asked

“Because your my master, my master.” They guy in the mask replied.

After getting the guy with the mask to leave Aoba then entered the shop and dealt with other perverts on the phone until a tall, slender man who has short, strawberry blonde hair. He has light green eyes and very small, but thick eyebrows the same colour as his hair. His body is entirely covered with piercings, and he has bandages wrapped on both of his hands while his outfit consists of a dark navy and white collared shirt with a long sleeved black undershirt, a green tie, and multiple badges on his chest pocket and tie. He also had various accessories with an Usagimodoki pattern imprinted on them, such as his belt and his hat. He wears dark navy pants with his Allmates connected in a chain to his waistband, hanging over onto the sides his waist. The man’s  black beanie looks like it has a woollen green underlayer, is a rabbit patterned, and one larger smiley face pin.

“You’re the guy from the drive by! What the hell are you doing here?”

“I’m here to speak to you.”

“About what?”

“You playing Rhyme, you acted that you didn’t know how to play but at the last minute you were able to defeat me.

“You were the one who did the drive by!” Ren growled. “Get out of the shop and leave Aoba alone!”

The man left and not knowing they were destined to meet later that night.

  Veggie okonomiyaki recipe (the source www . bbcgoodfood. com / recipes/ veggie - okonomiyaki  just remove the spaces)

3 large eggs

50g plain flour

50ml milk

 4 spring onions, trimmed and sliced

1 pak choi, sliced

200g Savoy cabbage, shredded

1 red chilli, deseeded and finely chopped, plus extra to serve

½ tbsp low-salt soy sauce

½ tbsp rapeseed oil

1 heaped tbsp low-fat mayonnaise (you can use vegan mayonnaise too)

½ lime, juiced

sushi ginger, to serve (optional)

wasabi, to serve (optional)

 Veggie okonomiyaki method Whisk together the eggs, flour, and milk until smooth. Add half the spring onions, the pak choi, cabbage, chilli, and soy sauce. Heat the oil in a small frying pan and pour in the batter. Cook, covered, over a medium heat for 7-8 mins. Flip the okonomiyaki into a second frying pan, then return it to the heat and cook for a further 7-8 mins until a skewer inserted into it comes out clean.

 Mix the mayonnaise and lime juice together in a small bowl. Transfer the okonomiyaki to a plate, then drizzle over the lime mayo and top with the extra chilli and spring onion and the sushi ginger, if using. Serve with the wasabi on the side, if you like.

[kentonramsey]

Tie Dye Forever: The Outfit Anatomy of Mordechai Rubinstein

Welcome to Outfit Anatomy, a series of comprehensive style analyses that aim to break down the mechanics of why we wear what we wear. Up this week is Mordechai “Mister Mort” Rubinstein, who authored the recent book Dead Style. In it, Mordechai chronicles the outfits and personalities he encountered over the past few years at Dead & Company concerts, from the perspective of a newly minted Deadhead. (For those curious, at the time of the interview, Mordechai referred to “Not Fade Away” as his favorite Grateful Dead song.) You may have also become cinematically acquainted with Mordechai’s work, whether you knew it or not: He’s been involved with the costume design for the Safdie brothers’ two most recent films, Good Time and Uncut Gems. Read on to learn more about how Mordechai transitioned from his Hasidic Jewish upbringing to wearing tie-dye in unparalleled ways. 

When I get dressed, normally I think about headgear, because I don’t ever leave my house with my head uncovered. Scarred from wearing a yarmulke most of my life. But I just feel naked without a hat or headgear.

I wore a straw cowboy hat, which is brand new to me. But it’s not very easy to wear a cowboy hat around Brooklyn. You know, I got dressed the other day and I told my wife, “I can’t start pushing the stroller in this cowboy hat, I look like such an idiot.” It’s like, why was it fine in Maine? Why was it fine in the photo shoots? But I’m obsessed with it. It’s straw. And it’s a straw cowboy hat, and it’s so sick. I like to challenge myself. Tie-dye, that’s easy. But wearing a cowboy hat with tie-dye? Maybe not. But also, it’s perfect.

I grew up with all secondhand stuff from neighbors and thrift shops and hand-me-downs from siblings, and I never really had anything new to break in myself. And then when I got something new, like a Barbour jacket finally in my 30s, I’m like, “Wow, I’ll get this wax all patina-ed, and ripped and everything.” And yeah, it broke in on the stress points, but never to really my liking. These days, so much clothing is disposable, and you can’t even wear it out. You wear it out before you wear it in.

I’ve got a lot of tie-dye, from turtlenecks to mock necks to button-ups to T-shirts to underwear to long johns to socks. To hats, yeah, I’ve got hats too.

And you know, tie-dye’s hot. The book is new and that’s hot for me, and tie-dye is trending. Even though to me, it’s in all year, every day, all season. I don’t really care about trends. You know, people ask me, “So are you over it because it’s trending so hard?” Nah, I’m wearing it ten times more. Because of my book, but also because it makes me just feel good.

Dead Style: A Long, Strange Trip into the Magical World of Tie-Dye by Mordechai Rubinstein.

So yeah, so this tie-dye has an Owsley, you might call it Grateful Dead or Dead bear in the dead center of the shirt. It’s kind of like the Kool-Aid Man. This bear is wearing a raincoat, like a yellow slicker with a yellow matching bucket hat with raindrops falling on him, with rain boots, playing the guitar, smiling in the center of the shirt.

So this bear is playing the guitar in the rain. And to me, I love rainy days because New York is so very black in its color. Well, not lately—but you know fashion, it’s always like this thing that people wear black. And I’m so anti-that, partly because I grew up Hasidic Jewish and I just wore so much black my whole life, and now I’m just so happy to express myself in color.

Normally I wouldn’t buy a shirt with holes, but when I look at a tie-dye, and a Grateful Dead tie-dye with holes, I start thinking, Wow, whoever owned this really loved it, really lived in it. 

These are a do-it-all short. They’re like magenta, fuchsia. I love pink. I like any shade of pink. They’re kind of like a play on the Baggies. You know, fortunately and unfortunately, no one does it better than them [Patagonia]. This is a sort of a play on it from Nike ACG.

It’s a play on it because these shorts aren’t locked: They don’t have the bag like a Baggie does, but they have sort of like a mesh lining. I could wear them three days in a row, and I like shorts like that as a dad. But you can’t really wear them in the water because they don’t dry. I love the pink color, and I love the six-inch inseam, maybe six and a half, and I’ve got them hiked up. And my shirt is oversized, which I love because I love to be comfortable.

I’ve got a sweater around my neck, which I’ve never really done successfully outdoors because it’s a very tennis look, and I know nothing about that sort of rich lifestyle, but I love to look at it and think I know what I’m doing. It’s a beautiful purple.

What I like about this shirt and sweater combination is when the sweater’s on, there’s a good two, three inches coming out of the waistband that’s tie-dye. You might say, “Oh, this is about tie-dye. Don’t you want to be showing off your tie-dye?” And I say, “Well, you know, sometimes less is more.” I could put the sweater on and you’ll see the tie-dye coming out of the waistband, and it’s way more powerful than this giant Owsley bear in the center.

And I’ve got a new pearl necklace that I’m obsessed with. It’s got a strawberry glass bead, a heart glass bead and a blueberry glass bead, because my daughter loves strawberries and blueberries. It’s so normal for guys to wear nail polish and pearl necklaces now, and I like that. I think they should be for anyone that wants to wear it. So yeah, it’s my new accessory.

Dad style is grabbing what’s on the floor when your wife says to go get milk in the morning.

In Maine, I wore ragg wool socks every single day for like four months because it’s just so nice and cozy. You could run out and get the mail in them. You can walk around the cabin in them. You can use your foot like a broom to get rid of sand in the doorway in them. So I do love a ragg wool sock, or a merino sock, all year.

For tie-dye, I like secondhand because I like lived-in clothes, and this particular shirt has holes in it. Normally I wouldn’t buy a shirt with holes, but when I look at a tie-dye, and a Grateful Dead tie-dye with holes, I start thinking, Wow, whoever owned this really loved it, really lived in it. They must’ve done a ton of acid. And maybe if I wear it, I’ll feel some of that good energy, you know?

And the holes also act as kind of cooling vents. I like new because I want it to break in and fade, but I like old because it’s true, tried and tested, and it’s already perfectly lived in and broken in. You know? I do like to mix new and secondhand. I don’t really wear secondhand hats anymore. I definitely don’t wear secondhand shoes anymore. I wore a ton of that for the last 20, 30 years.

I took some interviews back in the day about like, dad style is trending. I wasn’t even a dad, and it’s just fun to talk about because I just love the way dads dress. And then all of a sudden, it becomes a thing. And then all of a sudden, I’m a dad. So I’m like, “Bro, bro, let me tell you something, you young kids out there with no kids yet. Let me tell you something you childless dad style dudes. Dad style is grabbing what’s on the floor when your wife says to go get milk in the morning. That’s dad style.”

In the sense that today, I’m pushing my daughter around the neighborhood, I don’t need to get dressed. However, somebody might see me, and you want to present yourself at all times. You want to get dressed. You want to look good. It makes you feel good.

If I wear the same shorts and T-shirt every day pushing the stroller, it’s like you’re that guy. I don’t want to be that guy. But I also don’t want to be a clown getting dressed up every day for a fashion show that’s not happening. So I battle with myself.

If you have a hankering for s’more tie-dye, might we suggest: decadently dyed socks care of General Store, Cotton Citizen, Anonymous Ism, and Midland, sweatsuits and sweatshorts by Brian Robert Jones of LXIX, or the ever-elusive pair of tie-dye underpants?

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[angelic-writer]

Lost Memories (REMAKE) - Chapter 1

“Can you hear me?”

“Hey... Can you hear me?”

“Can you...”

A young man slowly woke up in an unfamiliar room. He was confused. What happened? Where am I? The man thought. He looked around, confused as to where he was. There was a large desk a few away from the couch he was laying on. There were posters hung up on the wall with strange people on them. There was a young man in the center of the poster. He had short, brown hair, blue eyes and had freckles on his cheeks. He was wearing a long-sleeved brown shirt, a black, buttoned-up vest with a bear pin pinned onto the vest and a black bowtie. He also had a black top hat perched on the right side of his head and he was wearing bear ears. He was holding a microphone, appearing to be singing a song.

The young man on the left side of the poster had long purple hair tied into a ponytail and red eyes. He was wearing a light purple shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a black unbuttoned vest with a purple bunny pin pinned onto the vest and a red bowtie. He also wore light purple bunny ears. He looked like some sort of Easter bunny. He was holding a red guitar and he appeared to be strumming it.

The little girl on the right side of the poster has short, blonde hair tied into a half ponytail and purple eyes. She was wearing a yellow dress with a white apron with the words “Let’s Eat!” in yellow letters with a purple outline, a chicken pin pinned onto the apron and orange strings that were tied into a bow on the collar of her dress. She appeared to be holding onto a cupcake on a plate with pink frosting and a candle on it. All three of them were smiling innocent smiles.

There was text on the top and bottom of the poster. The top text said “Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza!” in bright colorful letters and the bottom text said “Where fantasy and fun come to life!” in the same colorful letters.

Is this... an office, perhaps? The young man thought. He caught a glimpse at an office clock hanging on the wall and he looked at the digital date.

“August 1st...” He muttered to himself. He started to get up, but he noticed something. He looked down. He appeared to be wearing some kind of uniform. Black trousers and black dress shoes. But he was wearing a dark, purple shirt with a golden badge pinned on the left side. Do I... work at this place?

“Hey, you.”

He suddenly heard a young girl’s voice from beside him. It was only for a moment, but he saw her from the corner of his eye. He yelped and sat up from the couch. His heart was pounding in his chest. Whoever that person was nearly gave him a heart attack.

“Hey, what’s wrong?!”

A young man suddenly came into the room with a concerned look on his face. He had short, golden blonde hair and purple eyes. He was wearing a similar uniform as the man, but he was wearing a light brown shirt with a black tie on his neck. He had two breast pockets on both sides of his shirt and he had two badges sewn onto his sleeves with a green rabbit symbol on them.

“I heard a scream. Are you okay?” The man asked him. He just looked at him, confused. Who is that man? He put his hands on his shoulders and gently laid him back down. “Someone will be coming for you soon.” He said.

“Um...” The man tried to say, but he couldn’t think of anything. He was way too confused on what’s going on.

“Now, be patient and wait.” The blonde man said as he rushed out of the room. What...? Who is that man? Does he know me? The man thought. He was getting more confused by the minute. If this keeps up, his head would have likely exploded.

“I wonder who’s coming for you.”

He heard the girl’s voice again. He looked over and saw a young girl looking at him. He covered his mouth in surprise. Soon, he slowly uncovered his mouth and stared at her. She had the same look as the girl on the poster - blonde hair, purple eyes - but she was wearing a yellow shirt and an orange skirt with yellow socks and orange slippers. He noticed something. Something strange. The girl... was floating. And she looked transparent. Is she... a spirit?

“Are you alright? You suddenly collapsed, so I was worried.” The girl said. The man was too busy trying to figure out who the girl was or what she was doing here. More importantly, if she was a spirit, how was he able to see her?

Then, someone else came into the room. He had messy, black hair and brown eyes. He was wearing the same uniform as the blonde man, almost identical, but it was red.

@bonmunroleplays

[shadowofthelamp]

A Visit in a Dream

Part 1 Part 2

Bill is both really fun to write and really difficult. You’ve got to mix the showman with the monster who loves violence. Hopefully he came out fine.

Miranda gets a visit from a familiar triangle and is offered a bargain.

Your dreams usually are pretty incoherent. Sure, they make sense at the time, with schools morphing into zoos as you float out of your body and view the shifting scene as if it's just a movie. Mom's a werewolf wagging her tail as she kisses Dad's cheek, and the public pool is made of pink jello.

It's strange in hindsight, but it's just a jumble of barely-connected thoughts your brain's dumping together into soup. There isn't much behind them besides your brain getting rid of the junk from the day.

Most of the time, that is.

Tonight, though, something's different. You're floating in the sky, a gigantic book below you like a magic carpet, and miscellaneous objects are scattered around, resting on clouds. Usually your dreams begin normally and spiral into the absurd, but this one is starting strange. You flop down on top of the book and let your arm dangle down, fingertips brushing fluffy cloud that feels like snow.

"Hey there, Curly!" You sit up and turn around to see- exactly what Stanford warned you about. A triangle in a top hat and a bow tie is floating with one hand on his cane, which is itself balancing on a neatly stacked pile of gold bars. He looks like an acrobat. "Nice subconscious you got here!"

At his words, the clouds surrounding the both of you begin to darken from fluffy white to the gray of a dead tree.

"Stanford said not to listen to whatever you said."

The triangle jumped up, now balancing on the cane with his left foot. "Sure he did, but are you really gonna listen to that nerd over someone who can offer you whatever you want? Name's Bill, Bill Cipher, and I'm here to make your dreams come true."

"You can give me whatever I want? Right." You stand up, but barely bite back a scream as the book you're standing on flips the page and shoves you off. Falling lasts only a moment before your butt lands in the cap of a medicine bottle, and Bill has settled to sitting on the cloud, the cane having disappeared entirely.

"Really! In fact, let's see what's working in that brain of yours, hmm?" He snapped his fingers, and both of you are snapped to-

Oh no. Oh no no no no-

"And that's where I found the thumb. It was a real pain to haul it back, let me tell you, but it does set the mood, doesn't it?"

He's smiling genuinely for the first time since you'd met, and you want nothing more than to keep him that way.

"Yeah, it is really neat." Your hand hovers over his, but when he lifts it to reach for his mug of lukewarm coffee you snatch yours away.

"I should have started talking to the townspeople more before now. You've grown up with the paranormal oddities here. The strangest I saw growing up was a mutated sea turtle with two heads."

"Oh, that's interesting! Did it talk?"

He laughs. "No, it didn't talk. But see, there! You just assumed that it would be intelligent, from what you know of animals around here. That's fascinating. I could have done my entire thesis simply on how being around the supernatural changes one's perspective."

"Well, I'd be glad to tell you anything you want."

He opened his mouth, but then closed it, eyes dropping to his lap.

"Oooh, hit a sore spot there. Wonder what he's so worried about? I can see what you want, though!" He smacked your head with the cane- where had it come from, hadn't he vanished it before?- and then waved his hand.

This time, the image swirled out of the clouds around you. A waterfall of blood poured out, and at a spash something below whimpered, before Bill rolled his eye. "Darn reception." Another handwave, and the blood evaporated into red mist.

The clouds shifted again, twisting like a draining bathtub into...

"I told you it's a long story." Stanford snapped. "I'm a mess and I don't know why you bother!"

"I bother because I want to help." You set a hand on his shoulder, and he turns away, leaving your hand to trail down his back and fall limp.

"Let's go deeper, shall we? How did you feel?" Bill waved again, and the clouds drain again, creating an image within the memory.

An image of you pulling him into a hug, tighter, hands creeping closer together, him lifting his chin to gently press your lips together as your fingers interlock and-

"Stop!" Even in this odd dreamspace you still flush, and Bill's glow flares, the desires and complicated feelings woven into the memory twisting your chest even as the images vanish with a 'pop!'.

"Oh, it's so easy to rile you humans up." He wipes at his eye, flicking away a teardrop that causes a nearby fairy to explode.

"Cut to the chase. What do you want?"

"Well, I want lots of things! A choir of bears, a pet made entirely of teeth, blue moon ice cream. But from you, I'd like a little help with a project of mine! And in return, I can get you what you want. Or more specifically, who you want." Out of a nebulous cluster of stars Stanford stepped out, smiling and holding out his hand. His clothes have been wiped clean of the grease and dirt and blood, and his eyes are sparkling and bright.

"Thank you for everything. Would you like to stay over longer? Maybe we could watch a movie... or something more?" He sounds hopeful and his face is soft and heavenly, hair gently fluttering.

You push yourself up out of the cap, almost in a trance as you reach for him, before the words of the real Stanford slam into your mind.

"Don't listen to a word they say, and don't ever shake their hand."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" Your hand drops, and you cross both arms across your chest.

"Come on, Curly, it's not that hard of a choice! I'm a deity, I just want a little help." He floats closer. "Besides, Fordsy could really use you. Hell knows he needs someone to keep him in line and taking care of himself. If he goes on like this much longer he's gonna pass out one day and not wake up, and nobody wants that, right? I'm not just helping you, I'll be giving him a second chance What can I say, I’m a nice guy! You get what you want, he gets what he needs. Two for the price of one."

He duplicates, and the second Bill speaks. "You'll have someone who knows what you've been through."

A third Bill. "All you'll have to do is press a few buttons."

A fourth. "It's a once in a lifetime offer, and it's easy to tell he already likes you! I'll just give him the courage to admit it!"

All four merge back into one, and he morphs into Stanford, and speaks with his voice, blue flames blooming from his six-fingered hand. "I want to help you. All I need is a little favor. What do you say?"

You swallow, heart thumping.

He's lying. It can't be that easy, and if Stanford was that worried he must be bad, and if you're right he's the one that threatened you.

"No."

"What did you say?" His hand falls, and his eyes narrow. They look infected, yellow veins creeping through the sclera.

"I said no. I don't trust you."

With a 'pop!' he's back to his triangular self. "Well, can't win them all! Here's something to remember me by!"  Your old stuffed unicorn appears in your arms, mouth full of ragged teeth made of glass, and bites off your hand. Gore begins to sluggishly ooze out and the bone lets out a SNAP.

"Toodles!" He snaps his fingers, and the cloud you're standing on disappears, leaving you falling with a scream until you sit up with a start.

Your face is covered in sweat and the clock says it's 4 am. You don't get back to sleep that night.

[kimwexlers-brownhair]

Yellow Rose, Chapter 57

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10695372/57/Yellow-Rose

"Come on, son, kick the ball here!"

"Raoul, don't encourage Gustave to kick balls in the hotel!"

Christine shook her head, laughing lightly. Little Gustave, whose personality tended toward the serious and taciturn for a four-year-old, was now giggling so fiercely he hiccupped as he kicked the football with his spindly legs back and forth to his father across the 5th Avenue Hotel's ornate rug.

Two-year-old Phillippe was whining from where Christine and the nanny dressed him, the youngest child craning his neck to see the game. He was usually the more athletic of the two, evident even at this young age, and his righteous indignation at being left out was palpable.

"Kick ball!" He stated emphatically, staring at his mother with his little brows drawn down toward his brown eyes. "Papa and Gusta kick ball! Philly kick ball!"

Christine sighed. "See what you've done, Raoul? Wicked husband."

Her husband only chuckled evilly. "I'm a stinker, aren't I, Gustave?"

"Yes," Gustave said in distraction, focusing on the ball. Raoul only guffawed.

"There, little sir," Christine said after finishing buttoning up Philippe's sailor suit. "Go and rampage with your brother and irresponsible father." She kissed him on the forehead.

She received an impish grin in return, reminding her of his father. Then he sped off on his chubby little legs, crying out "ball!" as he intercepted a pass between Gustave and Raoul.

Christine now finished getting herself ready, straightening her hat in the hallway mirror. She was becoming in a high-necked lavender dress, with silk trimmings on her hat to match. "You'll be ready to meet us for lunch, then?"

"Sure thing, madame!" Raoul momentarily stopped the game to kiss his wife, making his boys groan in disappointment. "Go surprise Flibbertigibbet, now. Tell her we'll see her in about an hour."

"I will," Christine said, straightening his tie by force of habit. She pecked him on the cheek and then left, casting one more soft look at her trio of darling boys: happy Gustave, wild Philippe, and the oversized one she called husband.

The ecstatically warm imaged stayed with her until she reached outside, then a strange dread filled her bones. She of course looked forward to seeing Meg, but there was a great chance she'd see him again.

Her former Angel.

Marriage, motherhood, and a growing career tutoring children in music had brought a great serenity and tremulous joy to Christine's life. Raoul was now deputy of the Uppsala police department, and had recently passed his detective examination. Although nervous and unsure at first, Christine found herself a capable tutor, combining tricks she'd learned from Erik with her own empathy and understanding, having been so often in the role of the pupil in the past.

But no more.

She raised her head as she walked down the street.

She was her own person now.

And she had people in her life more precious than anything before.

She smiled as she always did when she thought how ironic it was that Gustave should look so much like Raoul's side of the family but resemble Christine in personality, while little Philippe was the opposite. Gustave had her husband's sandy hair and liquid blue eyes, but he was shy, creative, a little moody; he was a practical genius on the piano. Philippe, although he did not yet strongly favor either parent in looks, did have his mother's dark brown curls and expressive eyes. Though he shared some of his brother's serious nature, he was more adventurous, more the leader, just like his policeman father.

Her boys – all three of them – helped Christine stay sane during some of her dark moments. These moments were fewer now and were more quickly dispelled, but still they came on occasion. She resigned herself to the fact they would always be with her, in one form or another.

Otherwise, she was a happy woman. And she felt she'd earned this happiness, which contributed to her satisfaction.

Yet she felt the wintry chill of those dark moods creep into her bones the closer she came to the Metropolitan. Was she truly wise to come? She'd missed Meg like mad, and after getting over her anger that Meg up and left without telling Christine, she had continually urged Raoul for a visit. But then came Philippe, and they had to postpone.

Which reminded her….

She first noticed once the ship reached the dock.

She was a few days late.

And her breasts were oddly sore.

She'd felt faintly nauseous, too, but on the boat she blamed it on seasickness.

Deep inside, she knew the truth.

She was pregnant again.

The thought filled her with a joyful fire, and it was with this flame in her cheeks that she straightened her shoulders and entered the Metropolitan with little fear.

Meg answered her dressing room door in full costume as Odette, the White Swan. She looked like an angelic little fairy, aside from the exaggerated dark eyeliner all dancers wore.

Yet the fairy turned into a crowing bird when she recognized Christine. She flew into the singer's arms then stepped back abashed, giggling out an apology for smudging some of her pancake makeup on Christine's cheek.

"I wouldn't have a hug from you any other way," Christine replied, laughing.

"Where are Raoul and your boys?"

"They'll meet us for lunch. I just wanted to surprise you early. You don't mind, do you?"

Meg squeezed her hands. "Not at all. I'm glad you did."

Christine looked her over. "Meg, you haven't changed a bit. You're still so youthful and lovely!"

"And look at you, regal as a queen, and beautiful!"

Christine laughed. "You're still as sweet as ever, too!"

The friends sat down and reminisced.

"Did you hear about Justine?" Christine asked.

"No!"

"She just had twin girls with that officer husband of hers, Stephen!"

Meg squealed. "I knew she was expecting but hadn't heard that she'd given birth yet!" She'd admitted to herself a nagging wistfulness when her former admirer and rescuer married, but she was glad it was Justine. She knew they'd both treat each other well. "That's wonderful! Have you visited Cecile and Michel's new hotel yet?"

"I have, and Meg, it's so lush! With that perfect view of the bay! Cecile is such a wonderful business manager."

"She always was the smart one among us. And La Carlotta's book, is it still wildly popular in Europe? It's selling like hotcakes over here, to borrow an English expression!"

"Yes, and she's giving about a million interviews a day. She's singing again, too. Makes me almost not mind her negative portrayal of me in that tell-all trash she wrote."

"Oh, you didn't get it as bad as some. I think she's realized over the years you weren't to blame."

"I hope so. I do find it so nice that she's donated half the proceeds to that charity in Piangi's name."

Meg smiled and nodded. She didn't mention that Erik had, under a pseudonym, designed a statue of Piangi that he sent to Sicily, Piangi's hometown. Or that he'd donated all the proceeds to that very charity.

Meg knew that Erik would most likely come up in conversation sometime today, but she would let it be Christine who brought him up first. Meg remembered the promise she'd made Christine.

"Well," Meg announced, jumping up. "Shall I dress and meet you at the restaurant?"

Although Erik reveled in his unofficial consulting position at the Met, which allowed him to once again surround himself with music, art, and the theater, he did often miss the luxury the Paris Opera afforded him where hiding places were concerned. Here he could not just disappear behind a sliding wall or mirror.

He must hide in open.

And so he sat incognito at a table adjacent to Meg and Christine's. He wore his most nondescript costume; a gray mustache and wig with double-breasted suit and heavy coat. Even if Meg weren't so preoccupied chatting away with Christine, Erik wasn't sure she'd recognize him.

As it was, both women were so distracted they paid no mind to the older gentleman watching them from above his coffee cup and newspaper. Erik could watch them unhindered.

Christine.

It had been five years since he'd seen her face.

She was a vision in lilac. Her dress was of a better class than what she wore as a struggling dancer and singer, but not as ostentatious as most other society dames.

His head pounded.

He looked at both her and Meg, radiant herself in a pale pink dress.

The sun and moon were side by side again, each as luminous in different ways.

How did he feel seeing Christine again, just able to hear her angelic voice over the chatter of the other restaurant patrons?

He felt….

Affection. Warmth. An odd pride in her.

But…what else?

There was a time when the mere sight of her face drove him mad.

Now….

An intense melancholy, to be sure, but….

Obsession? Ecstasy? Any desperate longing?

He heard Meg laugh and he shivered.

He felt he did not know himself anymore.

Then Raoul and the two little boys approached the table.

He watched as Meg hopped up and embraced him, Raoul-- more muscular than before, somehow -- picking her up in a bear hug, making her shriek in laughter. She then turned excitedly to the children, presenting them with a toy sailboat and a toy soldier. The younger boy simply sucked on the sailboat and looked curiously around the room, at the various people in their sundry dress. The older one looked up into his godmother's face as if transfixed. He was obviously infatuated with this beautiful young creature in pink with a grin and light in her eyes that made her seem almost as if she were their age.

They all at last sat, the older child scooting his chair closer to Meg, his worshipful eyes never leaving her. Raoul leaned over and kissed his wife on the cheek.

The waiter took their orders and then the group all started talking at once. Laughter bubbled from their table, and the little boys were giddy that their parents were acting just as excitable and energetic as they. The boys bounced up and down in their chairs, and every once in a while Raoul or Christine without even looking would sense when one of their children bordered on going too far in their shenanigans and the parents simply reached a hand out to one of their shoulders or laps to steady them.

People at neighboring tables looked on approvingly, undisturbed by the noise because of how cheerful and contented the group of friends looked.

And Erik at last felt fury rise in him.

In New York Erik had found a chance to integrate himself into society, to blend in with the masses, while still imparting his influence over an opulent opera house.

Yet here he was, sitting at a table alone, watching Meg play with the children of Raoul and Christine, as the couple sat comfortably and serenely together.

Erik was still on the outside, no matter how he'd tricked himself into thinking otherwise.

He looked at Christine's merry brown eyes and felt a tug at his heart – was this a rekindling of his original passion for her and regret at her loss, or regret about what she had once represented to him and no longer did?

He winced at that last thought. No, no, of course she still meant that much to him, for otherwise, what would this have all been for? What would his murders, his heartbreak, his halfway redemption, his dragging the Girys into the secret police and then exile, have all amounted to? A feeling that inspires such upheaval can't just die. It can't.

With her smiling eyes watching Meg turn a napkin into a bunny to amuse the children, Christine reached out a gentle hand to Raoul's, squeezing his.

And Erik almost burst into tears of rage and remorse.