#Fred is based off of Japanese street fashion

[ladychandraofthemoone]

Been thinking of narrow gauge for a while, after learning more about Little Barford and Narrow Gauge Sidney plus after reading some head-canons on them, I thought I’ll try doing some first human versions of them! (I only found out about the first two recently and I adore 🥰💜💙🥺)

Just quick sketches of them, plus a mini Fred thinking about Adeline. He has a huge crush on her (who wouldn’t she’s super supportive and understanding and helps boost Fred’s confidence) and always works his hardest when she’s around, which she compliments and praises on, much to his delight and joy.

Paper Sketch:

[shikoslady]

Theory about Niffty (SPOILERS AHEAD)

*I posted this on another platform a couple weeks ago. I did add some new thoughts to the post.

This theory is based off of what has been confirmed as canon by Vivziepop and what we see of her in the series.

Niffty was an abused, suburban housewife from the 1950s. She is confirmed to be Japanese in her 20s when she died. She snaps after an ugly fight with her husband (Fred) and stabs him in the back repeatedly until he is dead. She has a complete psychotic break and laughs as she runs down the street with a bloody knife. Police try to talk her down but in her broken mind she tries to attack them. She is shot 3 times in the torso and dies from her injuries.

Evidence:

Niffty's appearance: Wears a poodle skirt, apron, and has 3 hole shaped designs on the torso that resemble gunshot wounds. Her hair is cut in a bob style that would have been typical of a housewife in that era.

Niffty's mental state: obvious OCD regarding cleanliness and pest infestation. Sadistic, erratic and unpredictable, unstable. Likes feeling pain. Clear signs of having been through trauma.

Niffty's hobbies:

-Makes crowns out of roaches. The crown is a perversion of a flower crown, something some mother's would make for their children in the summertime. This shows she is creative and may have enjoyed crafting in her human life.

-puppet shows. It is mentioned she puts on roach puppet shows... a sign again of creativity. Puppet shows were popular in her era.

Niffty and the stains. In a line that sounds like it's a throwaway, Niffty says she named the stains on the carpet. There is a large one that she named Fred. The stain resembles the one left from her husband's body after she killed him.

Niffty's interest in Bad Boys: This is also psychological. For those who have experience abuse first hand this will make a lot more sense. Victims of abuse tend to find partners that are similar to their abuser because it is all they know. They feel uncomfortable in healthy relationships and are drawn to the chaos they know. It takes years of therapy and healing to break this cycle.

Niffty and Alastor: She seems to be very fond of Alastor beyond her usual attraction to bad boys. Alastor is illuded to being the baddest of the boys in Hell and yet, she doesn't do her usual thirst lunge or comments over him. I think he makes her feel safe. Perhaps he is protecting her... Do they have a deal? Does he own her soul? We don't know for sure. We know Husker is bound to Alastor however I don't assume that is for sure without their arrangement explored further.

Niffty and Vox may have known each other.

There isn't much to go on other than they both died in the 1950s. Niffty is afraid of cameras (television), and Vox's smile as he watched her on the tv when she killed Adam and again when she was being interviewed for the deed.

This could easily be explained as him being glad Adam and the exterminations are over or that could be a misdirection. The only reason why I question these two scenes is because of the Heaven scene with Charlie and Vaggie running past Adam and Lute. Until it is known that it was Vaggie they were talking about, it makes perfect sense for them to be annoyed with Charlie being there.

Niffty vs Adam:

Before Niffty surprise kills Adam, he is berating the group with insults. He claims they should be worshipping him since humanity sprung from his loins. He goes on to call them "ungrateful disgusting losers," then Niffty stabs him. If she was an abused housewife, this kind of verbal assault from Adam would have been triggering. She kills him in a similar fashion to how she murdered her husband, laughing maniacally the entire time. She stabs him multitudes of times before hoping off and prancing away from his dead body with a proud smile.

What do you all think?

[memoriesoffemmefatales]

Splitting Heaven

“They live among us. Separate beings destined to bring either peace or destruction to those around. They are the balance, the chaotic center that this world spins on. And me? I’m supposed to keep them in check.” Jughead Jones is supposed to keep the world in check, he has no time for love. Yet, he can’t seem to get Betty Cooper out of his head.

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Jughead Jones

“Damnit Jughead,” Archie Andrews hissed from behind, his hands swatting at the vast amount of bugs that circled his crimson head. “I thought you said it was only three miles out.”

“I said,” I growled, my fist tightening around the flashlight. “It was probably three miles out. Do you know what ‘probably’ means Archie?”

“Don’t think I wouldn’t be opposed to letting this stupid witch eat you.” Archie snapped back.

But he wouldn’t do that. Actually, he couldn’t do that. It was in his nature to be good. He’d jump in front of a bullet and get himself killed rather than watching anyone die. After all, he’s half angel.

Yes, half-angel. As in, one of his parents was a being normally clad in white with a stupid golden glow around them. Which is just as annoying as it sounds.

And no, it isn’t his father. Fred Andrews is probably the most middle-ground man I know. Just enough good to keep himself out of serious trouble but just enough bad to have fun.

Perhaps that’s how he scored an angel.

“Next time, we are turning down the witch cases. They always live in these gross swamps.” As if the universe heard him, Archie’s foot sunk deep into the mud causing the ginger to groan with defeat.

“You said that the last time too.”

“Well, I mean it this time.”

“No, you don’t. We both know you love dealing with supernatural beings as the next fella.”

Archie snorted. “Well some of us can’t afford to–”

“Shh,” I snapped as we pushed into the clearing. There, in the middle, was a clean looking house. With a bright red roof and pristine white walls. There were even an iconic little sidewalk and a picket fence that surround the yard. It looked like the American-dream, just like Audrey would love.

If it weren’t for the fact that we were in the middle of swampy ground in the deep South or the fact that 20 kids ranging from 8-16 have gone missing in the last thirty days it would have looked normal.

“This isn’t creepy at all,” Archie rolled his eyes as we crouched in the bushes, eyeing the witch’s home.”This is just like Hansel and Gretel all over again.”

“Without the fun candy house.”

Archie nodded as he pulled out his sig p220.

“So what are we planning? Because I think we should break down the damn door and get the hell out of here.”

“And risk getting hit with a curse? I know you think you’re immortal thanks to that goody-two-shoes blood in you but I hate to tell you that a curse will fuck you up too.”

Archie shoved me, eyes narrowed.

“Okay genius,” he snapped. “What do you suggest?”

I smirked. “Operation Cinderella.”

“I fucking hate you.”

—–

The next fifteen minutes were spent convincing the stubborn half-blooded ginger that Operation Cinderella was the best option, Archie took off his gear, rolled around on the muddy ground and ripped his (apparently) favorite shirt. Which, now I am obligated to buy several as well as a milkshake. He then made his way to the door, stumbling and moaning as if he was lost. The door opened to reveal a slender woman with almond eyes and her lips the color of Japanese cherry blossoms. She was stunning which meant only one thing: she had eaten recently.

I couldn’t hear what was happening but I could see Archie leaning up against the wall as he played up his young face. I, on the other hand, was creepy around the woods to the back of the house. Moving as swiftly as I could in order to creep in the back.

Hopping the fence was easy. Opening the window and slipping in was easy. But the sight inside was anything but.

The back room was littered with bleached white bones. Small and slender, like the way a woman would sculpt her letters. It smelled like a hospital but looked like a graveyard. Grimacing, I crept towards the house where I could hear Archie’s low tone.

“Miss Chang, I really thank you for letting me use your phone.” Archie was always the better Cinderella. He was the best example of the stock-type of the golden boy. The boy scout. The one you’d leave your kids with or call when you need help. He’s the guy you’d see walking the grandma across the street and rescuing kittens from trees.

I was not that boy. And I wasn’t about to complain about it.

Gun raised, I slowly crept around the corner to see Archie bent over an old fashion phone. You know, the heavy ones with the spin dial that take so much longer to dial. And the witch. Her body was hunching and her nails were growing long. I could hear the beginnings of her alto voice murmuring and Archie pretending he didn’t hear.

Just as I was ready to pull the trigger–the floorboard gave beneath me.

The woman, going by the name Miss Chang,  whipped around giving me the perfect view of her demonic state. The eyes are what got me first. Bright like jades and narrowed. Her teeth were lined like that of a shark’s. Too many shoved into such a space. Her face was pulled, nose jutting out like it didn’t belong. She was unholy to look at, a reminder of what people like Archie and I did to protect the innocent.

“A member of the order,” her voice hissed as she pointed a shaking finger at me. An incantation, in what sounded like (based on my somewhat limited knowledge) Korean. Blue light shot out, slamming into my body and launching me into the wall.

I felt my gun leave my hand and disappear in the furnishings of the living room.

“Stupid order members getting in the way of–”

And that’s when Archie took the ancient telephone and cracked it against the old hag’s head.

She screeched, whipping around as Archie looked like a full-blown moron holding this bright yellow phone in his hands.

She swung her hands up, blue light ripping away from the floorboards and flooding over Archie as the red-headed genius tossed the phone at the witch’s head before being slammed onto the ground. The phone missed and collided a mere few inches from where I was, still dazed from being thrown against the wall as if I was no more than a damn bug.

“Anytime now, Jug,” Archie snapped as the witch loomed over him, his body twitching in the blue bonds that held him captive on the floor. “This bitch is an 8.”

The witch turned around, ready to cast the same spell as me only to find me, holding the telephone in my grip with a big, stupid grin on my face.

“Ding dong,” I snapped, cracking the telephone as hard as I could against her skull, reeling back for another hit. “The witch is dead.”

—-

HQ was not impressed.

“Jones, Andrews we’ve gone over the fact that ‘Operation Cinderella’,” Director Finley glared at us over his desk. “Isn’t an Order-approved operation.”

Director Finley isn’t a large man. He’s a short man from Kenya whose family left to Britain when he was young in order to have a better life. It’s a shame that his family was attacked by a rabid dog. Ripped to shreds…or that’s what the papers had said. The reality was his neighbor was a fae and killed his family in front of him. “Blessed” him with the sight to see the supernatural in order to show him her true form. Too bad she didn’t expect him to fight back. He stabbed her, as the story goes, 13 times. He was found by a member of the British branch of the Order and was trained from there.

After all, finding someone with sight is hard.

“But Director Finley–” Archie started as I snorted.

“The witch is dead. Why the hell do you care how we do it?”

“Because Jones,” Director Finley snapped. “Your stupid plans are  the fastest way to get one of you killed.”

“We haven’t died yet.” I snapped.

“You beat a witch’s head in with a damn telephone and Archie shot her twice. Sloppily, I might add.”

“Sorry, Director,” I rolled my eyes. “I was too busy dealing with the fact that my head was still spinning thanks to the kiss I shared with the wall and that my partner was about to be eaten by a fucking witch.”

“Which you wouldn’t have done if you just followed fucking procedure.”

I opened my mouth to snap but Archie smacked my knee.

“You’re right Director,” Archie flashed the bright white as he put on his best apologetic face. “It won’t happen again.”

They held each other’s gaze for several moments before the Director snorted.

“That’s what you always say.” He sighed as he reached for a file in his drawer and tossed it on his desk. “I’ve got another case for you. A long-term sort of case.”

I was uninterested. Long cases meant Archie and I were stuck in some shack of a safe house for several weeks passing the days looking through binocular and playing video games until we finally found what we were looking for.

“From the Higher Ups,” Director Finley gestured to the ceiling as if to remind us of that damn Angel Council.

My eyebrows lifted in surprise.

“What’s the case?”

“You need to protect a girl…An angel.”

“Oh yeah? Who is she?”

“…We actually aren’t sure.”

My eyebrows were in my hairline by now.

“What?” Archie asked, his hands grabbing the folder and flicking through.

“We have an idea. And we are almost positive it’s her.”

Her?

“Who is she? Where is she?”

“She’s in a little town called Riverdale. And her name–”

“Elizabeth Cooper.” I finished. My eyes landing on the photo of a blonde teenager with big eyes and a sweet smile.

[ladychandraofthemoone]

1/29

Nothing to see here folks!! Just a completely normal moody, rebellious, deadpan, snarky and sarcastic teenager with a totally not mysterious and very shady past he escaped from and not made a deal with a phantom he lives with.

Anywho here’s a quick doodle of Fred Casey Jones!  Lore Tidbits Down Below: 

Best way too describe him is a combo of Louie Duck, Fred and Casey Jones (heh pun) mixed with L and Donatello. (where did ya think I got his hairstyle from? And the bag eyes poor teen needs some proper sleep 💤)

Rumors say he’s was a delinquent who has worked underneath a certain mobster gang overlord as a delivery/errand boy after being taken in from the streets, he wore a mask (which I’ll draw later) and prefer to use his spiked baseball bat or hockey sticks packed with exploding smokebombs pucks that he made and decorated himself. 

A hacker and video game expert 🎮 and lover, has once accidentally hacked into the government. In his defense how was he suppose to know that the coding looked like a video game (his boss 100% approves and supports his interests growing up after staying for a while)later the spirits and the narrow gauge support him as well

 Ended up going in Sodor in order to help prepare for a plan and finds out about the supernatural after a encounter with a certain zero spirit made him realize that even though he’s super grateful for being rescued, he didn’t wish to live a life of crime especially after discovering what exactly his boss does(he was never told, they were hidden away, the details were lightened up to him, etc) his boss isn’t searching for him 

Ends up being sorta raised by the spirits after this (cough Tino and Lucy cough) while also being quite independent and wants to help them in return as a favor, feels a great deal of depth towards them and attempts to try and find  gold dust or anything on tino’s demise

Is secretly very torn about trying to help them move on since he fears about being left alone again, feels guilt over helping a crime boss but pushes on after witnessing how much pain they were in

Lies about his age and other parts(excellent at pretending and lying, years of experience) in order to work on the SKR later on, manages to keep up the act and get away with it cause he was taught many things, is a night owl so tends to work at night (which is good for him cause now he can get more of his plans done) and thus getting more sleeping in 

Rusty slightly suspicious of him for multiple reasons while Fred is suspicious of Kyle (after he’s separated from the lamp) since Zero mentions a bloke called Proteus many times and say he preferred to call Kyle, plus Kyle’s appearance, Fred puts two together very quickly  and is currently trying to get Kyle to wish his spiritual family or get gold dust 

Has a notebook containing multiple information on the supernatural occurrence thanks to Tino including things about the other ghosts and gods Tino and Lucy know, is extermely protective of it 

Speaking of Alfred hates him for extermely petty reasons but can’t do much cause one Fred doesn’t care and can snark back and two, Tino and Lucy will have his head while destroying his body apart (Alfred still uses it to riled up Tino though and this leads to squabbling something that distresses Fred)

Personality and outfits slightly remain the same, dresses punk-fessional, is nice underneath his cool prickly exterior yet is a tiny bit reckless determined (something that makes Tino feel a twinge on..memories on someone he once knew?) tends to speak out his mind, is very secretive and occasional moments of grumbling laziness, jerk with a heart of gold

[ladychandraofthemoone]

1/28 Fred!!! I based him his poses off of G3 Howleen baby!! He’s gotta commit some magical misdemeanors (also he’s talking about Harris and the MOD Beatles.)

TW: SLIGHT BLOOD BELOW:🩸

Some Fred pen 🖊️ and colored pencil doodles I did with his trusty nailed barbed bat.(I’ll add decorations like the asexual flag later on) I based his attire off of Japanese delinquent streetwear and Monster/Rainbow/Shadow High fashion. (I’m probably making him Filipino/Indian/Japanese) The smiley mask he wore is during his juvie street living/working underneath Cuthbert,second is with Tino’s mask after making the deal.