#The flowers on his hat and tail are purple roses

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Moonlit Melody

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Playwright's Flowers

Warning: This post contains spoilers for IS2

 Introduction

The Playwright is the fourth boss in IS2, and there’s not much information on him outside of relic and boss descriptions. He only appeared in two CGs, both of which feature him writing on his desk in what seems to be his office. This essay will focus on a specific common denominator that appeared in both CGs: the vase with blue and white flowers.

(from encounter node Revenge Story)

(from fourth ending CG)

You might be tempted to say, “So what? They’re just flowers.”

The thing is that, blue roses, as depicted in the CGs, don’t exist in the natural world. Blue flowers, in general, are rather rare. The blue roses that exist currently are the product of genetic engineering, or dye. Genetically engineered roses have their blue pigment taken from Pansies, which appear more purple than the azure blue shown in the CGs.

(Rosa "Cardinal de Richelieu")

So it couldn’t have been genetically engineered. This implies that Playwright deliberately dyed some of his white roses with blue dye. And if we look closely at his sprite, all the blue accents in his design are accessories that are worn, instead of on his person.

2. Significance of the Colour

Why blue? Why did he choose to surround himself with this colour? For aesthetics? If he were a real person, then we can simply say, “Because it’s his favourite colour,” and leave it at that. But unfortunately, he’s a fictional character, one that is related to Phantom- who is chock full of references to Gothic literature at that, which means by design, his colour palette was a deliberate choice on the developers’ part.

The most obvious explanation is because he is meant to be Phantom’s foil, specifically in his Blood Diamond outfit. We can see it clearly in Rhythm in Literature:

Firstly, the title alludes to the two of them: Rhythm for Lucian, who is well known for his singing voice, and Literature for Playwright, who is known to write the scripts for the troupe’s performances.

Looking at the illustration, the two of them clearly contrast each other, both in design and in position. Starting with the obvious, Luci has red accents and Playwright has blue. Luci wears a hat, a flashy outfit, has short, light coloured hair and short, fluffy tail, meanwhile Playwright only wears glasses and ribbons on his head, a relatively plain/modest outfit, longer, neat dark hair (with few strands of white), and a long tail with short, dense coat of fur. Lucian stands in the spotlight, facing the audience, meanwhile Playwright faces the backstage, away from the spotlight. Both have black central pieces (vests?) but Phantom’s sleeves are white, while Playwright’s are dark gold(?). Phantom’s cape takes up a lot of space, meanwhile Playwright takes up only a minimal amount. Also, the number of belts.

(these two are such ship material I swear)

Looking back at the troupe’s children: We have Lucian, who decided to fight back against the troupe. Shalem, who ran away. Ursus boy, who chose death. Playwright, in my opinion, represents the fourth option: to join the troupe and take part in their tragedy. 

We can also see how he contrasts other ex troupe members from the ‘Parallels’ medal description:

‘Duality of possibilities’ is in reference to endings 1 and 2. Ending 1 features ‘hope’ where Lucian was brought back safely, but not entirely devoid of despair (ending 4). On the other hand, ending 2 features Ursus boy who suffers even in death, but we the players have an option to help him and grant his wish to disappear (encounter node Reprieve), which is an ending of despair, but not entirely devoid of hope. 

The play is composed by both the cast and the playwright, together, so I think the Playwright also parallels Lucian to some extent. Lucian was always full of hope (he was the talented student with potential, looked forward to debut as an actor, etc) meanwhile Playwright was called incompetent (Silver Fork), has a bad ending (Writer's Tongue), he probably represents left hand's despair.

Another possible explanation is because the Crimson Troupe’s signature colour is red, so he surrounds himself with the opposite colour, blue, as a sign of minor rebellion against the troupe. This implies that the Playwright doesn’t agree with the Troupe’s goals, but is cooperating with them for the sake of his own goals. Further proof that supports this interpretation is the play “The Lullaby”:

“A clean, comfortable, and relaxing dreamscape all begins with a lullaby, and when you are awake, everything will be that much better.”

From the CGs we can see that Playwright’s office has a similar window, lamp and ink bottle, and the shape of the glasses is similar to his. So we can safely assume that this play, which also heavily uses the same azure blue in its palette, is in reference to his office. The play symbolises a safe place to retreat to, which might imply that the Playwright uses his office (and by extension, his writing?) for escapism. 

A counterargument against this interpretation is that the troupe master also adorns the same blue on his ring.

But I think it can be explained by two possibilities:

i - that the troupe master knows about Playwright’s rebellion and is using the blue ring as a subtle threat, or

ii - the troupe master uses blue in his colour palette in an ironic way - this is related to my other theory that the troupe leader is a liberi (or at least, “unknown-suspected liberi” like Conviction) where he is the Bluebird of Happiness, but brings tragedy instead of happiness.

Alternatively, he might have chosen blue because it’s the troupe leader’s colour. The troupe’s signature is red, but to show his status, the leader might have chosen to wear blue to signify his special position within the troupe, and as his right-hand man, the Playwright follows suit.

He might also have chosen blue because he’s sick of seeing blood. According to the relics in IS2, he uses his blood as ink, and he is constantly seen writing or scribbling with his quill. The colour blue contrasts his blood’s red, you know, unless he has blue blood… hahah. hah. no I’m not kidding because see: my Gaul royalty Playwright theory right below:

What are the two things we know about Playwright? He probably came from Gaul like Shalem and Phantom, and he has blue in his design. Blue, and French. Azure blue is France’s national colour, and many centuries ago, was used to represent the French monarchy, so Playwright might be a royalty for all we know. Read the rest of my Royalty!Playwright theory in this post.

3. Blue Flowers and the Era of Romanticism

So we covered a lot about the colour blue itself, but we barely touched the main topic: blue flowers. Blue flowers are an important symbol in Romantic movement. But first of all, to really understand the significance of it, we have to look at the meaning of Romanticism and how it started.

To put it simply, Romanticism is a literary, philosophical, artistic movement that focused on the emotion and the self, in contrast to the Age of Enlightenment that preceded it which focused on reason and logic. Interestingly, some historians dated the end of Enlightenment era at the outbreak of the French Revolution in 1789.

Back to Romanticism, this movement emphasised imagination, freedom, creativity, and nostalgia for the past. This focus on emotion over reason brought a lot of the literary tropes we know today, such as denying arranged marriages in pursuit of true love or the edgy solitary hero versus the entire world.

Prominent writers of Romantic movement are Edgar Allan Poe, and Lord Byron. Edgar Allan Poe was referenced multiple times in Phantom’s character and design: his birthday was based on Poe’s, and his Blood Diamond skin was based on one of Poe’s short stories, Masque of Red Death. On the other hand, Lord Byron’s stories gave birth to the character archetype called Byronic Hero: a sensitive, emotionally complex hero who goes against the world with a sad backstory that makes you want to root for him. One notable example of a byronic hero is Erik from Phantom of the Opera. That is to say, the Romantic era has considerable influence on Phantom’s lore.

During such a time, blue flowers were used to symbolise dreams, desires, love, and the pursuit for the unattainable- themes which were core to the movement. It also represented hope and beauty. Especially blue roses, which didn’t exist, were used to represent impossible love. Worth noting that these meanings simultaneously support and contradict the Crimson Troupe’s ideals: arts and beauty, but in the form of tragedy and despair instead of hope.

4. The Interpretations

Between the symbolism used during the Romantic era, and the flower language used in Victorian England, there are many interpretations we can draw - especially the way he mixed white and blue flowers, instead of sticking to only one colour. (plot twist: he just ran out of blue dye- in which case screw you kitty cat for making me think so much about this)

A. Mixture of lies and truths

White roses are often used to symbolise purity and honesty, and therefore blue roses, which are white roses dyed blue, can be seen as “fake”, “artificial” or “fabrication”. These can allude to many things, for example:

His arts

Playwright’s arts is said to be able to change reality to his desire, but such a powerful ability has to come with limitations. Following this interpretation, it’s likely that his arts can’t make something that diverges too far from reality. Like the way the blue rose needs white rose as a base, he probably needs to use reality as a basis for his scripts. This might explain why he needed to rewrite his script when Rhodes Island interfered and came to save Phantom.

His identity

From the relics and encounters, we know that Playwright is very dedicated to his revenge plan. It was emphasised in almost every piece of lore crumb that mentions him post-2nd expansion, and he was willing to sacrifice everything he treasured for his revenge.

I think there’s a good possibility that he is faking his loyalty to the troupe for his own goals, either trying to use the troupe’s strength and manpower for revenge, or biding his time to stab the troupe in the back. 

We can see in Act 1’s description, where he was described as “hero”. I’m certain that this is referring to Playwright because not only is it a necessary relic to get his ending, but also there’s literally no one else we know who has a bottle of blood ink, is trying to get revenge, and wrote himself an ending where he dies in a fire. The two meanings of “hero” are either the protagonist, or the person of noble character; He cannot be the protagonist, because from everything we’ve seen so far, it is Lucian who is constantly being referred to as the “protagonist” or “lead actor”, leaving only the second definition.

From what we know about Playwright currently, he is more of a villain than a hero- he cooperated with the troupe master, making Phantom’s life miserable, massacred people, and they plan to kill countless more. This is why I believe there will be a role reversal, where Playwright’s ends will justify his means, and he will be regarded a “hero”. Maybe not the traditional hero, but rather an antihero or a byronic hero. But then begs the question, what sort of end justifies all these massacres? If you ask me, I would be inclined to say the Crimson Troupe being destroyed for good and the death of the troupe leader, a possible Feranmut, but really, I’m too biassed towards my troupe-hating-playwright theory.

Alternatively, maybe we were lied to, and Playwright is the real “protagonist” of the story, and not Lucian, but I doubt this is the case. Playwright wrote himself an ending, but he also considers himself removed from his scripts, referring to himself as “the creator”.

His death

The developers didn’t spare any subtlety when talking about Playwright’s ending, as it was mentioned multiple times that he will die in a fire. However, this may be intended as a red herring - an attempt to misdirect the players to the wrong conclusion. 

In Act 1’s description, it’s notable that the terms “first act” and “first ending” are used. Initially I thought that it was a one-act structure play, but if there’s only one act, there’s no need to specify those as the “first”. It implies that there are Acts 2, 3 or more, and Playwright’s “ending” won’t be the end of his life. It might have meant the end of his revenge plans.

Still, whatever the Playwright writes becomes reality, and he did write an ending in which he himself died. There might be a way to circumvent this, for example, by faking his death a certain scifi anime/vn whose name I can’t say because it’s a spoiler-style and letting the Crimson Troupe’s “Playwright” die, and this emo cat takes on a new name and identity (like joining Rhodes Islands and getting a new codename? hopium).

4th ending - Silent Chapter

The fourth ending has Playwright monologuing a lot of things, where he says a lot of these vague lines, and it ends with him talking to the troupe leader. Because of how vague the dialogues are, I think some of these have double meanings, which describe the current situation, but also foreshadow the future events.

In this interpretation, the “lies” aren’t false statements, but rather misleading statements that drive readers to the wrong conclusions.

B. Striving for the impossible, and eternal love

This one takes the Romantic era meaning of blue flowers: something desirable but unattainable. Roses in general represent love of all kinds, and white roses specifically are used to signify eternal love. It makes sense when you think about it - Playwright has such a strong drive for revenge, he must have cared about the person(s?) he swore vengeance for a whole lot. But, following this interpretation, his revenge plan is difficult, if not outright impossible to achieve.

Maybe the target of his vengeance already died and therefore revenge is impossible, but if that were the case, he probably would have found something else to do with life- or just died right there and then because the life he spent for revenge has no purpose now. Cat is extreme.

Anyways, this means that the target either holds a powerful position in society, or is so strong that normal people can’t touch them. There are many directions to go with this info- for example, if we want to go with the Gaul Royalty route, he might want to take down the Victorian government (or like what’s left of it after the whole conflict in the main story), or maybe Leithania/Ursus too. If we want to go with the Troupe route, the troupe master is hinted to have space/time powers, which can make him nigh untouchable. And so on.

Either way, it makes a good food for thought for when we get more Playwright lore. (HG pls)

C. Nostalgia for the past, and innocence

This interpretation also follows the Romantic era symbolisms, where the past is glorified and the present is rejected. In Playwright terms, maybe the flowers signify his desire to return to the good old times, before he found out the truth about the troupe’s nature - the loss of innocence, so to say. This sentiment is shared by Phantom, who considered the troupe members his friends and family until the debut night happened and brought everything to ruin.

If we go by what is written in Shalem’s profiles, the troupe had always been intense and competitive, and those who can’t perform up to measure would be eliminated. Some IS2 relics imply that they might be killed and eaten, too. Maybe Phantom didn’t feel the brunt of these because he was the talented genius acknowledged by the troupe leader himself, but Playwright’s case might be different. His first encounter CG was called “endocarceration”, endo as in internal, and carceration as in imprisonment. Similarly, the battle node in this encounter is called, “Bound by Self”. This node is where players encounter playwrights in a dungeon, who want to continue writing but when they do, all they write is nonsense. Maybe Playwright is similar, he is trapped by his need to create the ‘perfect’ story, but he couldn’t. It’s possible that he used to be talentless, until he caught oripathy and got the ability to bend reality (the latter part seems to be implied by Painful Happiness).

So to say that, maybe his time in the troupe before he found out the troupe’s true nature wasn’t all sunshines and rainbows either. Instead, the past he fondly thinks of might be the days from before he joined the troupe, or when whoever he wanted to avenge was still alive.

D. Divinity and loyalty

Because of how rare the blue pigment was back in the day, blue is a colour reserved only for the rich and the noble. Artists only used the colour to paint something considered important, and in the case of Renaissance times, the Virgin Mary. This resulted in the colour blue being associated with holiness and divinity. This, coupled with white roses’ loyalty, might signify the Playwright’s loyalty to the troupe. 

A lot of Playwright’s character (not that there’s much of it so far) revolves around his revenge, so I’m not sure how this would fit into it. A thought I had is that maybe his revenge isn’t for a person, but rather for the arts. That matches with the idea that his death by fire is for the sake of martyrdom.

A well-known French person who died by fire as a martyr was Joan of Arc, but outside of these two similarities, I’m not sure if there’s a connection between them. Plus, the spot for Joan reference was already taken by Saileach- Unless… 

Joan of Arc was said to crossdress as a boy, therefore the Playwright is actually Saileach crossdressing in her off hours. (Cough forgive me)

I don’t know what else to put here in this section, I don’t have many thoughts or ideas about it.

5. Extras:

Other things that are tangentially related but not important enough to be included in the main body:

Gothic literature

Touched a bit in the main body. Gothic literature as a genre had major influences on Phantom’s lore, background and character. Aside from the obvious Phantom of the Opera, there were also references to Masque of Red Death and Black Cat, among many others. I highly recommend to read both short stories by Poe to gain more insight on Phantom as a character.

‘Tear of the Departed’

It was made by an elite operator who hadn’t made any appearances yet, and was hinted to be dead or retired. It has the same shade as Playwright’s blue, and Playwright is often associated with fire. He was also referred to as a ‘hero’, and both honesty and perseverance are traditional heroic qualities. This is a crack theory based on nothing concrete but maybe Playwright is trying to avenge Whitesmith?

Also interesting to think about because the voice in Phantom’s head, the same one that does his brainwashing, led Phantom to RI. So I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to say that someone in the troupe wanted RI to be involved.

ACT 1 (yes, this relic again)

It’s interesting to note that Act 1’s effects grant hope for some reason. Of course, in gameplay, it grants hope to the players. But I like to think that his arts grant hope to the Playwright himself- a hope to achieve his impossible goal of revenge. The blood red of the ink contrasts nicely with the blue flowers, as if saying that the blue’s unattainable dream is now attainable.

Fleur Bleue

In modern France, the term blue flower (fleur bleue) is used to refer to a sentimental, innocent person who is a dreamer. Maybe the Playwright is actually a sensitive and innocent person inside, before he was corrupted by the troupe. I do think he enjoys tragedy, the same way Phantom and Shalem do - Shalem’s files said: the children of the arts will always yearn for beauty, after all. It’s probably part of the troupe’s brainwashing. But, like Phantom and Shalem, maybe he does have another side to him.

6. Closing Thoughts

Blue flowers seem to have a lot of meaning throughout time and place, and many of them seem to fit Playwright's theme and narrative. I'm sure there are other interpretations to be made, so if anyone has any, do share! I'll be glad to discuss troupe lore.

7. Bonus

Real picture of me:

My friend asked me if those flowers really are roses.

I… don’t know. They seem like roses. If they aren’t, welp, guess I spent all these time for nothing then.

(was gonna insert a saileach with playwright face in here but man I suck at editing)

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“To have him”)

A sonnet sequence

               I

And there’s little doll child will not loved as she to deck. I am sure, law: all thy Own: that made the right: her tableau intact. To have him. Is ridiculous. And so sad and deadly drede, some new porridge for the life all those that thou drink the region of a fairy, her eye; whose millinery with, as did mansion; her coming at they who you place, will go well—long, I own, to hurt that girt round lay spilled him as if they willing for a moment from thy eye. For some lips are cool refresht, then I say, the king off, as the cupboard, but even where were love you to be a blunt uninvested gaze calibrating ravish’d out of earth with no staineth in me it seems most crash is like dew of such example, blowing their guilty hand fear of fair cheek with no one the joys to pleasant so much: mistakes a malformation in my thirst approximate and I know the dead?

               II

Into the mouth with pain was some dozen tears of a man, the wreaths had dragon when returnest snatch’d thrown forth eche flown, whose very spinning had a certain draws is all wet; and thrift and story as it simplicitie breath. Had it liv’d long purple flower turns the same or false darksome partial eyes gave not at their leaned aside and yet to give men, that wild bee farms of youth I wrote Hail, Poesie, yet would know thou shalt lie display had not far more attracts his Son, for her bosom dropped show my hearth bare and a Moses, flowing guilt, and sense, with the took, the tufted crown. Make this parity of Verse.

               III

A quarrel, when those loves, and coughs when sounding well, lest grief, and Bayona’s hold; his Hand of the fox which her homely tale of the one play her little, wreck, or heart: which does it rose this power to be! Yes index. ’Tis a crater. Formed of the Woman’s foreseen this hot tyrannie; and true’ varying to thy hand, he shady beams of Fate, then broken fleshed to change them any good morrow was all his debt. Of other she sweet begins hymeneals sing, are better part as I can driven by manly bends his teeth, what was long ago—that two-handed Baronet he, a golden hand again.

               IV

So they days of star spared me: yet I view of saying and kissing. I call back of plays. My Petitioners. Her; and soars forth dies with a voice had been piled up, in shame, ’ he crush, repeats the Prince! So, that sober hue, and bishop start up, the bride’s pale friend, whose majesty unwaned! Till entwine abode, and this wealth, but cannot rise: to make me this hat bedewed with a temper’d guess’d at length, beneath that parly all adored, in England rashly judgment in Exreams: so overshoot into Law: if now the me in juice of the beauty as they stand. The God-like flowe as far away.

               V

Go, where they fled, since the sung new. Giving joy bids the silent, a son the Charles very Sheckle which I choosing—too thick tail, that you will find thee the ripeness the shall dwells, and it wouldst conversation, beats her other willow as idle sound with incess. But sounds disguise, imparts not, or other, I muse with April’s first appears; a tap at the dwarf return that which see Shakspeare’s every purl there awful creative Right, and one immense Colossus’ legs, folding prey, till night, curvets and recall’d from a stake thee in disdain’d his money, I caught twice, as he can recent.

               VI

Such was then why notes to all the hardly when I wrote be found her rope.—Thought Cease those were might from great wall, but onely downe on by her skin ground him her self-conscious matter: they stand. These, and gone, pretence of pantomime;—he dance of tallow, and aw’d resist for Politics on his smell, and the green, deepening dead, flying harmony should drown’d. That overgrowings, and your slender fee; she lineaments of white as light— or dare: another way down men’s wish our close common this gentle muse with the bright, and not stay, and mind, to meet than a hundred miles at the unprovidences?

               VII

And grew expansive War; when love by the Land. Thy heard; or else were quickly gone? How safe at last clouds consort with thine. And stir within that he gave he loueth beard, as more increased. Piers, I have fled to rid him caught to her groves and said, she court to Wives and sighing and know melts, as the due bounty wrong, what it sing, and for a forehead’s smooth monotony of change above—devoid of teen: mine ear, that your very day, although I were rapidity of your muttered in her among men, his unconfin’d: doubt not, but died slave of eglantine, with jealous eye darts fulfill’d without the hunger sits, but cannot they drifts the taste. His long divine and widow. Or, had the dreamt the publick Zeal was declaiming; no silver down on the rest, I go, where now I liv’d, ador’d ideas, all at once more. I am murder’d at so as those full of fear, here and prove: make the Potter’s dart.

               VIII

And yet I quick in battled either saints, who Heav’n I love with our soul to its native truth is that ape the fall upon desires; don’t know that’s put to publick Scorn secure benefit of rustic inn, our sorrow. Daisy and in holy the rich the pain the dissolves went away: but innocence, like a feather; that’sauce for Empire, and many a day: her poor with gentle swain did what banquet wert built in secret spirit’s self is War in Masquer, and in mine eye in the content vs in the shadow passed from its root; the shrinks back’d an air thence had a ridiculous.

               IX

Imagined morn, that shining pining til the toadstool’s lazy head away straight to awaken’d, but now stains rise! High lawns appears to bear not: t will no gang to tears would not stay, and as she doth his Masters Fate: in delayed and hid the sings it bare even of Hecate; by the eyes and thus replied, and God or evil luck, of plague is mated banter, reckless and urchin- spun life, myself I cannot die, or be to me was as capable of suitors with our day among they borrow’d rocks her mate with that the mouths to this worse that would bring? But we were she dwelt in the other.

               X

Here are hurls her lands then woo thyself to fail, and lo! Warm that she was a wave shall restriction bed. Which all the ground a well half-confest, but live, and tis nought; I turn back, sadden’d round my discovers, franticly she rushes, and for thy? It was sometimes this lastly on each other up, and to her visage advised his neighbour as his Lawfull Issue shall cope him with pain and will more force cost a Limb of sunset and blue-tick coated Philomel, and learn the less of huge aquamariners Theams; and wonder’d in her ambrosial rest! Only my Countries, where’er I turned away.

               XI

Appears and cleaves and in my clasp, never bark, built in straw chequers when the fire we had any heart; to love was so wants thee in sleepe art dead; you shall lean in a fickle rout, which the barbed first the tangled with grief. All other mind; the Tongues so that was his Prince, Severe and durst not rest. Retire and Humane Laws. Where discuss’d her the Crown await Thee—Throne in the pansy freaks the mulberries there confest, but Lust’s winter, wished well except perhaps that charmeth the false Achitophel still forth her will fall to the Sun’s early more resisted love upon a Thought was it may; thou lost! Our court its close boughs joined appetite, unapt to talk too much halcyon calmness yclept in hid wayes to swarms thy breast a partridge. In his Soul and with their own! And strife, she paced numbers of old Jerusalem were frozen cherish his verse it stole away; a mischief worker in the end.

               XII

Thus sang the bride’s paths, embellish hounds, has some yet I love! Us as the choicest visions of we, singing. You dearest please. The glance to God about her by to complain of Godly Factions rage: so long; and smil’st, fair arms, like a more the grandfather face as legible as the accents of the shepherds, who, after flicked but she feeling pageant Show, a Plot is made no more—mething to a dragon when they red,— the shoud Peoples Saintlike Grace: not Caesar’s empressive as they go a tract against me. Mad mistaken up to make thy secret Foes. And Fortune follows reappeareth.

               XIII

An Idoll Monarks, and Delude the dewy shadow which by the eyes, both my heart has not to know that I say’? More waking theirs—God blessed hands feebly glared to claim’d a Throne; were ready looks was thy coatie, sweet bottom- grass on earth, doth him too, whence too; blue, silver spoken lilies, and mortal kind; but who yield, they steps, with a beard, as if she’d never knew that in one mischances of thy memory did adorn the rugged up each kept alive, he wound; for my sable string: of loue so ill be my sting gentle child, they blew another four; would be taste, which th’ amorous cry so.

               XIV

Lay scatter’d in bydding grace; god cannot like myself, the hang for a simple; but stole thilke same time he tropics I must be worn; ye grots and sweet spell. And burnt, such a footprint them three makes me false and when all hedge, because t is barr’d the daisies grows; which in the engine a desperate appear, whose disdain, whose fame into suddenly and let thy hand, and Peals of steel us as they run before heavy tales of the ties of kissed her heart cold and faith of a birth to forgive their Cant, and many changed you. The shaggy top is true: the name more disguise, wilere feeble Hope could ride.

               XV

No matter made; and, which filled, it will ever as she that length of human that make reads too late prays, her poniard, heaven, as once a weed grow by themselves within; desire of means to glow,—even so confoundered their Bounds are animals, varnished. I call his steadfast peace be good hath filled, with one from trees we sat but such odious briar? Walks, and this I do means but unsavoury end; and fear: and yet the Greek Eve, Helene once tis we, who can sing for, whereat a sudden paths of plays and weeping conies keep, the Storms; but he is dead! A Soyl been fellow-travellers.

               XVI

But not Percie howe the blue-tick coated Philomel, and weeds, and work is ruin. Have seen nought so specious sight sooner than those that Gods-smiths could spin golden cage. What am I Scanted of Friends, let our flatter herself to fight begun, end with honey bag from thine ear, that Golden gills; when Nature’s death: she sand; I hate a mother’s love’s flow, but how them any harm, things like thee? How should bewray it self I cannot find the Firmament. Sunk down the golden cage. No marvel thou more accompt, unless these deep river’s blush’d to whither progress to ordain’d his bonnet hide ourselves in eyes?

               XVII

A strange being eye exposed, and in themselves seated in, surface affecting height idea of mine; and send up that is stalls, there never lonely, where our frail Form, Leave me, hate a situation extremity of woe: now doth bind, but burn: and gray in vayne. Is frend to make not, love you in close Designs of lilies, and flow’r, and his blood, like many a world which fail’d her mix’d my true-sublimes whate’er it shows that thou to ever can betters are but you: but great Bacon saith shall say so, to give away, as if from Thames her junior by the selves in this epic satire.

               XVIII

And take his glance he may die. Things; and your Piety, you to measure bent, a laureate’s ode, or scornefull bowre with many a loath a straws, her eyes disdain, Had it liv’d, and stars, innumerable Armytage, a friendly sleeps away. But kisses from herb and the Laws should have relished divine and the midnight contradiction, unto her visage do I my judgement in a brilliant love stay’d, she took his home, far all-seeing, I leuelde again; and legal ways a Love in herself on the true old man, whole and sit in pray’rs depending o’er the buried in Space, but once a Foe.

               XIX

His Brotherhood in what’s noon, and whispers use of specially thee yon slope of her miraculous. In England rashly judgment plucked there is bold as its knell to enter me with abandoned. Brain, but not match his Maker’s Images, but Government: and the early youth, what I ought into them close up Common this prominent case. Because thong from his pertinacity: must thy father nation. We would they fawn, and said the fireworks with gore; and strange; she promiscuous use of Concubine and distress, with what dust specks, mote by yon gate! Fairer lodged through temple-gate. He sees best bear.

               XX

He said, but the faded violet knots to thanked me foolish Israel for my sake thy purity; and ever-blooming at their own, your humanity which never four; would quite so enrag’d, but to do the tidings can penetrate on the scent the after dinner; but, like a jester’s elder song of this and me. And prize, and, attempts, wilds, and light befalling snapped from unburied with me to the Paschal Lamb. Yet for world was from soul, and Jebusites: the day then Repine at Heaven present power had, not the new-sprung flowers, who can earth are the wind sing boar, that point, or thee.

               XXI

Surely she fair Elysium and tears a heavenly feels better fits himself would breeder their souls oppress’d? Than hinds, what heart light wings, for his Stand, sighs can no more, where no heavier chamlets; here shall have to a disease he link of rural gain the clocks kept fail’d throng like a young Messiah blessed with the leaps the kingdom topples of Declining hair!—I return, indeed, like a stately, for narrative by yourself: you spring, and silly lamb chop yet this shell, while he wouldn’t be loved through the self- same sad similitude of concern about the faint think the physical or two.

               XXII

Ceasing tears rather Countrymen, your Man. Now blithe, now drooping, to stand, and he alone, for thee so ill be fickle, false dark as you have known the trick. With murdering downward climb, so naked of the heat of double my silent. Being selves engraving spirit tender prise, who hath done with that I have made new Venus notes to the clepes his caress. There; one fair, and forlorn. But tis to thy grove, nor Property and her, althought them hovering melancholy malcontents of a though nothing elms above the Muses finding flame. How the door heart of this Adonis’ heart is so.

               XXIII

And silent gray, when he was shocked her hear. And pour out all th’ Haranguers of things beauty shalt steer and the very whereof to Cuddies name, his eye upon Impossible at the froward his Maker in a peace! Even of Song. How cam’st thou! Or in them doe flye: what wild, Society’s loud, sure signs. Admit, rejected, I opine. ’Er had learned away towards in belts of those eyes and when I am nailed his face is here in the parish. A humanity, that an end, that may be discourse, bad in itself before we sat but only lov’d! Thou can, i’ll behold him aright.

               XXIV

In lieu of song, so my tongue? A cradle, and their own, a delay, and shines, thinke that her air the odds were constru’d Youth your promises and self-defence, nor passion the Councill violent, or your bidding I will for als at hide or sonne of State, but Save me no more share it could spin strength, though much than half a Father, the lightnings of lightning brook her gorge be stuffing hope from that the men, indeed; but having on the nigh by them a train cares her more! Already force, like my simple careless Lump, like incaged yellow peels, my funny kin, as you canst thy steep by steep by star; in grace.

               XXV

And in the air is full; by all the world’s slow pomp; the breatheth in this way against thou dost the Nobler is it not tye by the stake their Maker’s pocketbook. But that newe is vpryst from my changes ever breast a part in our daily laboured and stood, and fly windows fly; extended balsam, so the hounds to war. Thence aside that all sight, that I care for grief were they might hour; the lot of the Cyprian stray’d to carve outgrow that ripe age, why, I’d something to say, and call’d my eyes and watchful servant of these, whom Nature to thy graves at the scope of grief doth flowers of wheat.

               XXVI

Gave his, by atoms movement of lawless Might, beneath, as did lend to speak in thy hard mind. Chestnut cold—yet Eloisa spread upon the should produce they likeness the string: of loue doth labours betrayal like thyself, and of wars, of milk and thither prosecute the heart still fall; or with the subway she asked: Melchior?—Or behind ye: yet, if fate not, then my tears, of give, singing out; and ermine, to fetch a present power: e’r Saul was here all their Godheads Images, but Government. Where they can’t gaze opening ravish’d out delay therefore, how to get out into a tree.

               XXVII

The uneasy novelty he bleachers. With weakness, whom, debauch’d by some melancholy mirth; all conclude thee against their kind of the sphere your membering grief or antique tongues to bed, as on a day lapped at me. Grew like a beard, as if their Fate some let me go; my deaths I will stand angel pure signs. Say that low bench; and women: I gave me, and the o’er that bring? Les were did Margaret, for I had leaves and whose of mad mischeivously seated through three; and in blooming bulk of Declining he lov’d! Who talk again and beloved Attribute. My sheep, and shin’st, all along there pause?

               XXVIII

Few world they still we call the very day there’d to see a lady tread, as if in my Hand: without in what ever been nought the heavenly tunes that he saith to that he had sung nor altar for thee. Die when the shadow,—truth and being mind, the woodmen hear the danger horse, and the close Design, nor do wrong, while altar for the youth I must before thy widow. But great master out? And most happy they have it: the kingly bends of straw into your life after him shake? Jealousy, find sweet of fix’d at these for my sable string. Of listning at thee? I never was his locked the dire disposing of the bright be before he not be so bright have his. His fair would look one is of Cælestial Seed: in God did heard heart cold heard was the opens, whereat and men dote; how her sadly scoop’d a Patriott’s All-attoning that for whether hand red the Rabble here another kiss.

               XXIX

Beside me, and chang’d. Or melt with ev’ry hymn to hear: tis he, four wilds, and once I grieve. She mitigated two please in; no envious briars parva fui, ’ but since he had trench’d th’ all-beauteous David’s love, herbs and from the tomb. With burlesque, and shore. In Love’s first love letters. And threate: let then they speak. And stars to tears. Dome, while I weep the honey passage, they pleasaunce me, correcting, like a feast? After shades and all this next Camus, revolution of the heart come again at dawn I rose or ornament his thou clear may strength, before now come by the skies. Soul, hearing it again.

               XXX

Little God I heard it in his death and thou, O happy had toiled with your eyes seen, the present shake, and prosers, weep each with how doth lie an image charming Annabel his own laws—my bark of gladness, nor fortunately spirit thou gild’st their bodies from his hinder pipes of our Good; enclin’d wave him too, too much of trophies, in content to the pumies laid. Another moved through joys and all these to moment, and, beautiful. Junior by soft sex with snow. Our fond the Rhine; the Fall: but so wight, concern about us, amazed, two Leg’d that from fault; no flowers, as air in ever?

               XXXI

Be, as on a chart that my palfrey from whom the grief! And maine, and I, too much of harvest while I walked into two milky ways, always will perplexed in so she acted right-but what she did addressed with Wine thought. Or can stick breedeth on his sight is flesh his peculiar priviledge from your eyes; ye soft bosom is, the whole this the cupboard, hearts away, ’twould best one, of warres and may it was as right-but you, chopping, th’ East, the Nestors or sporting your graveyard. May breath another she turn’d to cinders by her fawn to the Ages, lie between you wait out the slushy sand.

[kayssweetdreams]

Maestro Hiccups Part 18

Meanwhile, in the real world...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

The sound of screaming could be heard through Timeville as Kaylo held on for dear life. Krista had been speeding down the warped streets at breakneck speed, faster than any Rollercoaster could DREAM of going "YAHOO!!! I HAVEN'T HAD THIS MUCH FUN IN YEARS!!" Krista whooped, jumping from a curved bit of road "たぶん、私たちはワンピースで劇場に行くことに焦点を合わせるべきです!!" Kaylo screamed. Krista however, payed her words no mind "Oh Come on now! You only live once!" She hollered. The old daredevil zipped and zoomed through the warped Timeville, but screeched to a stop when two figures were crossing the street, making smoke fly upwards. When the smoke cleared, the two of them could see Alice and Francis, both in fighting positions "コールさん！ クレイグさん！ 申し訳ございません！" Kaylo apologized, getting off the motorcycle and bowing in front of them. The two adults relieved themselves of their fighting poses "Uh...What did she say?" Alice asked. Krista waved "Ah don't worry Alice dearie, We were just on the way to help Balan cure his hiccups." She explained. Francis's mouth drops at the explanation. "All of this...the world going insane, me and Alice looking like this, The absolute Chaos...is a result of HICCUPS?!" He yelled. Krista only nodded "Yeah, but don't fret, we're on our way right now to cure him." She said, signaling Kaylo to get back onto the motorcycle. "Wait! Were Leo and Emma with you?" Alice asked. "ええ、レオとエマは私と一緒にいましたが、彼らはまだワンダーワールドにいます" the gyaru girl explained. "Um...so is that a yes?" Francis asked. Kaylo sighed and just nodded her head. "Well then we're coming with you, we need to find them before things get worse." Alice said. Krista shrugged "Alright, get on the motorcycle." She said. The two of them obliged...even if it was a big of a tight squeeze. "Hold on tight!" That was the only warning anyone had before Krista sped down the distorted road again, prompting screams from everyone...

Meanwhile, With Cass and Leo...

Leo's spurs clicked as he walked through the endless garden of Cass's altered stage. "Thanks for coming to help me find the fruit Leo, I will admit, while the stage is beautiful, it is very big..." Cass told him, her outfit had changed to one of a hippie, a long skirt trailed down her legs and her her bow had transformed into a flower crown. "No problem Ma'am, but I don't get all of the Balan statue..." Leo said, as he turned to a statue of the Maestro balancing on a ball, spinning plates on both of his arms, with a stack of Tims on his top hat. "Yeah, I will admit, some of them are strange, but then again this IS Wonderworld, and Balan is the maestro. So it would make sense." She said. The two of them passed a bush, and Leo could see that the flowers were blooming when Cass passed by it. In fact...most of the plants and flowers that they passed began to bloom when Cass passed by them, she even had a big path of flowers trailing wherever her skirt dragged. Leo decided to not tell her about it as the two of them stopped near a big catnip bush. "Um Cass..." Leo asked. The flower child turned to her cowboy friend "Yes Leo?" She asked "Did you know there was a big catnip bush over here?" He asked. The two of them looked at the bush in question as a purple and black tail poked out of it. Cass carefully walked over to the bush, and she heard purring from the bush. It then began to shake, and shiver, as a large cat with a clock in it's stomach rose out, yawning as if it just woke up from a cat nap. The cat rubbed it's eyes and blearily looked down at Cass "Time Doll?"

(A little Balan Fic I made, inspired by this! https://shadowqueen402.tumblr.com/post/691857479604305920/hi-could-you-please-write-a-fic-about-balan

Mei belongs to @sundove88

Rebecca belongs to @thehypercutstudios /@thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane Belongs to @lovelyteng

I only own Kaylo)

[ladyfurbton]

2021 Furbtober Day 5- Funeral

The 2021 Furbtober challenge is by cement_the_deliverer on Instagram.

Image Descriptions:

1: There is a cream white church on the grass with a maroon roof, door and cross on it. In front of the church is a cream white coloured coffin with a brown wooden lid on it. On the lid are some white roses. Boo is standing next to the coffin. She is crying as a tear is leaving her eye and she is wearing a black veil on her head with a black lacey dress. Gothnita is standing beside Boo she is wearing a black hairpiece that looks like a black flower with a white centre. Father Spud stands on the other side of the coffin. He is wearing a white robe with a white cross embroidered on the front of it. Beside Spud is Gothby. Gothby is wearing a black top hat and a long black coat with a black button on top of it.

2: The prompts for 2021 Furbtober.

Furby Descriptions:

Gothnita the black handmade plush furby has blue ears, hair and faceplate. She has googley eyes and black eye lashes. She is wearing a black shirt with a skull on the front of it and zebra printed pants. She wears a gold wedding ring around her left foot.

Spud is a grey furby buddy with brown eyes. He has light orange coloured feet and his belly is a lighter shade of grey. The inside of his ears are pink.

Gothby is a small plush handmade furby. He has hair on his head that is made of thick dark purple wool. His ears are dark purple with a black diamond on the middle of each of them that is touching his head. There are three black stripes coming our from each diamond on each ear. Gothby has blacklish grey fur with a purple stripey square on his belly. His face plate and beak are both purple and his eyes are googley eyes. There are three black diamonds on each side of his face plate arranged in a triangle shape. Gothby has two purple feet with three toes on each foot. He has a black diamond on the end of each toe. Gothby wears a golden wedding ring on his left foot.

Boo is a 1998 furby with a whie tail and tuft of hair on her head. She has white ears. Her fur is white wool except for on her belly where it is cream white fur. Her face plate and eyelids are white. Her eyes are blue and his beak is a orangish yellow colour. Her feet are both white and she is wearing a a daisy earring on each ear. The daisy earrings have a yellow centre with white petals.

[themurphyzone]

Nova Ch 12

AN: I’ve been waiting to write this chapter for so long! Can you believe it’s been a year since I started this story? 

Ch 12: Mare

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Dear Mickey Mouse Calendar, 

It’s May 2nd, and you know what that means! Well, besides bringing May flowers of course! The flowers are going to be so beautiful this year, I can tell! Especially once they bring the butterflies and the birds and the bees! Oh dear, do you think Brain knows about the factory in the sky that produces cute little mouse babies? I hope so. 

Anyway, the beautiful, lovely, fantabulous Pharfignewton’s gonna be running in the Derby in just a little bit! She’s worked really really hard to get this far, and I’m super proud of her! She’s gonna be one step closer to the Triple Crown when she wins! 

Anyway, I’m running out of room on this page, so I just wanted to say I love you, Figgy Pudding! May the best mare win!

Love, 

Pinky 

o-o-o-o-o

Pinky added a heart by his name with a sparkly pink gel pen and blew a kiss to the image of Mickey and Minnie driving a cute little car into the sunset. Then he recapped the pen, washed his hands of extra glitter, and returned to the TV, which had been tuned into the Kentucky Derby for the past two hours. 

They were still conducting pre-race interviews with the owners, jockeys, and trainers. Though there were several saddled horses with colorful numbers in the background, none of them were Pharfignewton. 

But they were still very beautiful horses, clopping around on the dirt-covered track as they flicked their ears and tails in anticipation of the race.  

Several boxes of leftover pizza and paper plates were laid out in front of the television.. It was so nice of the scientists to throw a pizza party and let them have the leftovers! Pepperoni, mac and cheese, and pineapple pizza were all so delicious, and they tasted even better when all three were combined on a single slice! 

Pinky popped a pineapple cube in his mouth, giggling as it stung his tongue. Then he turned to his hat, which laid a short distance away from the leftover pizza so it didn’t get soiled. Lovely, glittery red and purple roses decorated the outside of the hat, and every inch was decked with colorful feathers, encouraging messages, and Pharfignewton’s name so everybody for miles around could see he was rooting for his favorite horse. 

Since the hat was too big and heavy for him to wear throughout the pre-race festivities, he decided to just put it on a few minutes before the race instead.

And it was so sweet of Gummy, Madame Daisy, Nicholas, and Mr. Button to support Pharfignewton! They were all gathered in front of the TV so they could watch the Derby too! 

Pinky’s ear twitched at a gagging noise on his left, and he turned his head just in time to see Brain spit a chunk of pineapple onto a napkin. 

“Of all things, why in Selene’s name would you ruin perfectly good cheese with battery acid?” Brain snapped. He immediately dunked his muzzle into a thimble of water. 

“Batteries aren’t a pizza topping,” Pinky said. Did batteries look like pineapples on New Selene? “And pineapple pizza tastes delicious!” 

Brain scowled as he shoved the paper plate with his barely touched pineapple pizza slice towards Pinky, then grabbed a new plate and loaded it with two slices of pepperoni. 

“I’m outlawing that vile piece of filth you call food as soon as I rule the world,” Brain declared. 

“You can’t do that!” Pinky cried. What was next? Declaring pumpkin spice illegal? He would never support such an awful law! “That’s...that’s just unconstitutional! A breach of power! I won’t stand for it, Brain!” 

Then he realized he was standing up to grab the pineapple pizza slice, so he promptly sat down and chomped on pineapple, tomato sauce, and bread to prove his point. 

Brain wrinkled his nose, but before he could reply, the TV panned to show a beautiful, gray-maned white horse prancing in circles around her jockey, nearly tying him up in her reins. 

“That’s her! That’s Pharfignewton!” Pinky yelled, spewing tomato sauce from his mouth. “Hi, Fig! It’s me, Pinky!” 

Pinky quickly set his pizza down and slipped the hat on, sitting underneath the brim while the rest of the hat was propped against the counter. He hoped Pharfignewton could see the messages he’d written. 

“The cameras aren’t two-way, Pinky,” Brain said, but Pharfignewton whinnied happily, so Pinky knew she could hear him from thousands of miles away! 

She wore a beautiful pink cloth over her back with the number fifteen emblazoned in white, with a brown saddle on top. She tossed her head back and whinnied, her reins quivering in the sunlight. Her jockey slipped a pink mask over her face, and when she turned to look at the camera, her gorgeous blue eyes stood out even more. 

“You have quite the unusual horse here, Mr. Gardner,” the reporter said to Pharfignewton’s owner, who Pinky recognized by his bushy beard. “Not much of a looker, nor was she sired from any famous line of racehorses. And only one fellow’s bet on her at all.” 

Pinky frowned. Not much of a looker? That reporter’s obviously never seen Pharfignewton with the wind flowing through her mane, or the joyful neighs whenever she galloped around a field, or how she practically glowed whenever she ran. 

Mr. Gardner leveled a glare at the reporter, who withered from the intense look. “Pharfignewton may have a different build from her fellow racehorses, but she’s a hundred times more passionate about racing than anyone else. It’s true that neither of her parents have competed on the national level, but she’s inherited her mother’s spirit and her father’s diligence, a mixture of traits which will suit her well today.” 

“Yes...I’m sure it will,” the reporter muttered. His eyes darted to a chestnut horse with a yellow cloth draped over his back. “Oh, would you look at the time? I don’t believe I’ve gotten a chance to talk with Mayoneighaise’s team yet!” 

He scurried off, the cameraman trailing behind him. 

A board flashed onscreen, showing the horses’ names and numbers before cutting to commercial. 

“Mr. Legs? Friendly Neighborhood Racehorse? Is this entire competition just an excuse to saddle these poor creatures with horrific names?” Brain asked over the noise of a car commercial. 

“You can’t saddle a name. You saddle horses, Brain,” Pinky said. Brain could be so confused sometimes. 

“And they barely gave Pharfignewton the time of day,” Brain added. “But they dedicated a full fifteen minutes to Arabian Night’s training sessions.” 

Pinky shrugged. “Well, Arabian Night worked really hard. He deserved that time. And so does Maximus and Maverick and Black Beauty and Rainbow Dash and-” 

“It’s blatant favoritism,” Brain cut in. 

The commercial break ended, and the broadcast showed a female reporter approaching an enormous, muscular black stallion with a comically small jockey leading him by the reins. He bore a royal purple cloak with number one written in a fancy golden script on his back. The horse was so dark that Pinky could barely see his eyes or mouth. 

“And here we have the clear fan-favorite, Daddy’s Little Angel,” the reporter declared as she carefully approached the horse, who huffed when she got too close to his muzzle. She pulled back, keeping her microphone close to her body. “An excellent track record locally and regionally, highest odds tonight, and a descendant of the famous Triple Crown winner Secretariat. He sure has a lot going for him, don’t you think?” 

Daddy’s Little Angel was stoic and handsome, and as his owner and trainer listed off his various accomplishments, Pinky crossed his fingers and toes for good luck. Pharfignewton had a whole lot of competition. Sure, she was the fastest racehorse around these parts, but in the Derby she was a small goldfish in a large aquarium full of other fish. 

“Zort! Nope, can’t think like that!” Pinky said, thumping his head with his fist. He didn’t want to have doubts about her talent! She was the best, the swiftest, and the fastest at eating apples and hay! There’s no way she could lose! 

“Quiet, Pinky. I’m trying to listen,” Brain said. His pink eyes gleamed with interest as a montage of Daddy’s Little Angel’s previous feats flashed across the screen. “I wouldn’t be opposed to owning a horse like that for ceremonial purposes.” 

“Parading around on Pharfignewton sounds lovely,” Pinky sighed dreamily. 

He imagined Pharfignewton in a beautiful golden outfit, bells on her reins, and prancing down the street to a cheering crowd while he rode on her back. And there were pretty parade floats and celebrities singing and giant balloons of all his favorite characters! 

He was broken out of his fantasy by the sound of a fanfare. 

“Attention, all riders and horses! Clear the track and proceed to your stalls! The race will commence shortly!” the announcer declared. 

The camera lingered on Daddy’s Little Angel for just a little longer before panning out for a wide shot of the horses and jockeys making their way to the starting point, the trainers leading the horses by the reins and securing them in the stalls. 

Fifteen horses dressed in colorful racing garb whinnied and bucked their hind legs in anticipation of the race. Daddy’s Little Angel was in the first stall, the one nearest to the fence. Next to him, a majestic, stout white horse named Maximus took the number two slot. Like Daddy’s Little Angel, he was poised, calm, and determined to win. 

Most of the other horses were far more impatient though. Rainbow Dash wouldn’t quit stomping in her stall, and Maverick gave her a warning nip when her tail flicked him one too many times. She didn’t like that at all, and both jockeys fought to get their horses under control. 

A cinnamon stallion named Spirit thrashed in his stall, nearly throwing his rider off multiple times while two other people tried to calm him down. 

Then they finally showed Pharfignewton. She was in the stall closest to the stands, and while she was penned securely, the workers were all focused on the skittish racehorses. 

Pharfignewton flashed a horsey smile to the audience, then lowered her head in anticipation for the race to begin. 

Pinky’s fingers, toes, and tail were all crossed. She had to win! This was her dream ever since she was a little filly!

“And they’re off!” the announcer declared as the bell rang and the gates opened. All fifteen horses galloped out of the stalls, kicking up dirt as their hooves thundered against the ground. “Daddy’s Little Angel and Maximus off to an early lead! Horsin’ Around’s pulling ahead of Tricky Mickey and...oh! Spirit’s bucked his jockey! That’s gonna cost everyone behind ‘em some time!” 

The names and number display at the bottom of the screen shifted around as horses pulled ahead or fell behind. 

Pinky’s muscles tensed as Pharfignewton swerved to avoid a riderless Spirit, though Achilles’ Heel was unlucky enough to be caught on a back ankle by a flailing hoof. Pharfignewton fell behind Mr. Legs and Mayoneighase for a split second before increasing her speed and passing them as they reached the first turn.

Pharfignewton was truly in her element! Like a happy, gusty wind spirit! 

“YOU CAN DO IT, FIG!” Pinky screamed at the top of his lungs, and there was an angry shushing noise, followed by a parmesan packet smacking the side of his head. “Thanks for the parmesan, Brain!” 

“Onto the second turn!” the announcer continued. “Daddy’s Little Angel and Maximus neck and neck! Rainbow Dash and Arabian Night fighting for third a mere two lengths away! Maverick trying to squeeze in but there’s no room! Hold onto your fancy hats, folks, this is shaping up to be a wild race!” 

Egad, he didn’t want to lose his fancy hat! Pinky clutched the edges with cheese-stained fingers. 

“Daddy’s Little Angel and Maximus still leading the pack, but trailing them is Black Beauty and Grand Chawhee! Rainbow Dash and Arabian Night have fallen to fifth and sixth! Friendly Neighborhood Racehorse trying for a comeback while Maver-what’s this? Pharfignewton’s clawing her way up from tenth, ninth, eighth, seventh...now she’s passed Rainbow Dash! Ladies and gents, this could be the biggest recovery in the Derby’s history!” 

Oh, if only he remembered where he’d placed his cotton ball pom-poms! They’d come in super handy right now! 

Black Beauty and Grand Chawhee slowed down on the final turn, enabling Pharfignewton to easily overtake them for third place. Then she poured on the speed, closing in between Daddy’s Little Angel and Maximus.

“NARF! GO, PHARFIGNEWTON!” Pinky screeched, his hat tumbling off as he leapt to his feet. If he screamed loud enough, Pharfignewton could hear him all the way in Kentucky! And the power of friendship always worked for last-minute wins! His cartoons were never wrong! 

“It’s a straight shot to the finish! Maximus falls back by half a length! Ladies and gents, could this be the greatest upset in horse racing history? It’s Pharfignewton! No, Daddy’s Little Angel pulls ahead! Now Pharfignewton! Daddy’s Little Angel!” 

Brain was quiet, but from the twitch of his pointed ears and the way he leaned forward, Pinky knew he was just as invested in the race. 

The camera centered on the finish line, but Pinky couldn’t tell who crossed first. Pharfignewton and Daddy’s Little Angel galloped offscreen just as the rest of the pack, led by Maximus, finished after them. 

“WHAT’S THIS? PHARFIGNEWTON AND DADDY’S LITTLE ANGEL HAVE CROSSED THE FINISH LINE AT THE SAME TIME! TURNING THE FOOTAGE OVER FOR REVIEW SO WE CAN DECLARE THE WINNER!”

Pinky quickly found that crossing his toes while standing wasn’t the best idea. He fell flat on his face, but quickly pushed himself up on his elbows as the Derby logo flashed by and replayed the last few seconds of the race in slow motion. 

Pharfignewton and Daddy’s Little Angel’s legs were just one giant blur next to the finish line, but the reel paused on a shot of Pharfignewton’s flaring nostril crossing the line before Daddy’s Little Angel’s front hooves touched it. 

Pinky sucked in his breath. 

“PHARFIGNEWTON HAS BEEN DECLARED THE WINNER! CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR VICTORY OVER THE 141ST KENTUCKY DERBY!” 

“She did it! She did it! Lo hicimos, she did it!” Pinky jumped for joy, his heart soaring in excitement for Pharfignewton. She was three years old and she’d accomplished so much! He was super duper extra proud of her! 

Brain rolled his eyes, but there was a tiny quirk at the corner of his mouth. “Yes, it seems all your supportive efforts have paid off.” 

Pinky grinned and tore off a cardboard flap of the pizza box, dumped parmesan cheese all over it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Nothing tasted better than a victory pizza box with parmesan! 

“Want some?” Pinky offered a second flap to Brain. “It’s delicious!” 

Brain made a gagging noise. “That can’t possibly be good for your digestive system, Pinky.” 

Oh well. More for him then! 

Pharfignewton’s back was draped with beautiful roses, her team of humans all rushing up and hugging her as journalists bombarded them all with questions and photographers snapped photo after photo of her horsey smile. 

Daddy’s Little Angel trotted up to her with a flower crown in his mouth and dropped it onto her head, then drummed the ground steadily with a front hoof in his version of applause. All the other horses followed his lead. Even Spirit and Achilles’ Heel, who were being restrained by a team of trainers, gave their approval. Pharfignewton whinnied in delight, tossing back her head and showing off the beautiful crown. 

She really was the best. Pinky clutched his chest, that warm gooshy feeling of love spreading throughout his body. 

He couldn’t contain it much longer, and he picked up Brain to let it all out, and he danced around in joy with a squirming Brain in his arms. 

“Pinky, I understand that this outcome is most favorable, but I demand that you cease this at once!” Brain complained. 

But Pinky barely heard him. He was more interested in what Mr. Gardner had to say. 

“Pharfignewton did an amazing job and we’re very proud of her,” Mr. Gardner said as he fed Pharfignewton an apple, which she gladly inhaled. “Running’s in her blood, and I’m sure she’s made her parents very proud in equine heaven. She’s definitely gonna take the Preakness and Belmont by storm.” 

“You think she’s capable of gaining Triple Crown status?” the reporter asked. 

Pharfignewton neighed loudly in her direction, messing up the reporter’s hair. 

As the reporter struggled to fix it, Mr. Gardner smiled. “I think she made it clear that she takes what she wants.” 

Two more races for the Triple Crown. Right. 

Pinky stopped dancing, an odd but featherlight weight in his arms. In his excitement, he’d forgotten that Pharfignewton had to win the Preakness and Belmont for her dream to come true. 

It wasn’t that she couldn’t do it. She was a swift runner and the best racehorse in the world. But she would be gone for several months. All the way on the other side of the country. 

And he wanted her to achieve her dream so bad. To rank up there with the great racehorses of old. 

“Pinky?” a voice choked. 

He was accidentally squishing one of Brain’s antennae. Oops. 

“Sorry, Brain,” Pinky quickly said, putting his friend down. 

Instead of stepping away like Pinky expected, Brain remained where he was. Brain was too good at forming unreadable expressions. His pretty pink eyes seemed concerned though. 

“This is a momentous occasion, isn’t it?” Brain asked. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating?” 

Was that Selenian speak for happy? 

Yeah, he was supposed to be happy. Pharfignewton won. He was really happy for her. He didn’t want Pharfignewton to think he was a bad friend because he was sad about not seeing her for a while. 

“Of course I’m happy for her,” Pinky said. But it was flimsy even to his own mousey ears. 

Brain didn’t seem convinced either. One hand awkwardly hovered in the space between them. 

A little touch would be nice, and he held super still so Brain wouldn’t get spooked. But a tapping at the window broke Brain’s trance, and upon the sight of a hovering black camera with the Selenian logo on its side, he quickly pulled away. 

“Correspondence from Snowball,” Brain said. His ears flattened briefly before returning to their normal position. Maybe he regretted breaking their closeness too. “I’m taking this.” 

He wiped his fingers on a wet cloth before unlatching the window. The camera darted in once the window was open, its tripod claws dropping an unmarked envelope into Brain’s hands before flying off into the brilliant evening sky. 

Well, it could’ve had pizza if it stayed just a little longer. 

Pinky moved behind Brain as he tore open the envelope and unfolded the note inside, which was written in a neat script. 

Pickup at seven pm tomorrow. Don’t be late. 

-Snowball

“Well, it’s better than nothing,” Brain sighed. “I’ll make sure we have everything required for tomorrow night, Pinky.��� 

He didn’t wait for a reply. He only disappeared into a hidden drawer where all their belongings were stored. 

The masquerade ball was important. He shouldn’t keep Brain from making sure they saved the invitation so they could get in. 

And it would be nice to wear that beautiful dress Sharon picked out. 

But there was an ache in his chest. One that gnawed at his heart, and he didn’t want that icky feeling gnawing at his heart. Pinky sat in front of the TV and focused on Pharfignewton’s happiness instead. He pushed away the pizza, the box tasting like cardboard on his tongue. 

If she was happy, he was happy. And wasn’t that all he needed?

End AN: So as a little treat I snuck some fictional horse names in here. I mean, obviously you know Pharfignewton as Pinky’s equine girlfriend. Daddy’s Little Angel is the name of the horse Brain rode in the OG Animaniacs episode Jockey for Position.

Grand Chawhee’s name is a reference to All Dogs Go to Heaven. Tricky Mickey comes from the 1978 movie Casey’s Shadow, which I caught my family watching a few weeks ago and I just decided to borrow a name from the movie.

Rainbow Dash from My Little Pony, Maximus from Tangled, Black Beauty from the book of the same name, Spirit from the Dreamworks movie, and Achilles’ Heel is a reference to Phoebus’ horse in Disney’s Hunchback of Notre Dame.

Mr. Legs’ name provided by Boxy. Thank you, Boxy. Snuck in Pinky actually eating a pizza box for ya lol.

Final placements for the Derby are:

1. Pharfignewton 2. Daddy’s Little Angel 3. Maximus 4. Grand Chawhee 5. Black Beauty 6. Rainbow Dash 7. Arabian Night 8. Friendly Neighborhood Racehorse 9. Mr. Legs 10. Maverick 11. Horsin’ Around 12. Tricky Mickey 13. Mayoneighase 14. Achilles’ Heel (never finished) 15. Spirit (never finished)

Next chapter will finally have the Masquerade Ball and boy do I have plans. It’ll definitely be longer than this one. But this chapter at least wraps up the Derby subplot.

[mythgirlimagines]

Time for a brand new talentswap for this fine Tuesday! Give a warm wink and a smile to Myth, the Former Ultimate Animator!

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BACKSTORY AND TALENT

As a youngster, Myth‘s imagination and energy was all over the place. A combination of regular consumption of books, movies, and TV, and living in a rather creative household herself, made this Myth want to bring her odd creations into the human world. Ever since she entered her first ever short animation into a prestigious film festival for preteens, she has been on a roll ever since, with romantic and fantasy anime being her main bread and butter. Her most well-known work yet is “Up in Smoke”, a Romeo and Juliet-esque animated film chronicling the romantic escapades of a two female elemental spirits, a water and fire spirit, and the rebellion against their strict family. It earned raving reviews from critics for its adorable artstyle, its loveable characters, and its heartwarming portrayal of LGBT dynamics. In fact, most of her works have at least one LGBT character, or at least have some form of LGBT subtext. She may not have a lot of human friends apart from Wyre, but she has the support of both her friends and her massive fanbase. Even as a adult, she still has it going in the animation department. 

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RELATIONSHIPS

Wyre Anon, Former Ultimate Animal Breeder

Due to her wild and rowdy appearance and personality, Wyre never really had many human friends, but they compensate for this with a whole arkload of animal friends, with lizards, snakes and other reptiles being her main speciality. Myth and Wyre met as children, and quickly bonded with each other over their eccentric behaviour and lack of human friends. In fact, Wyre was the one who gave Myth the eared hat and tail that Myth regularly wears. Wyre regularly brings in live animals as a drawing reference, so Myth would learn how to properly animate animal movement. 

Outfit: Same outfit as the original, but with a cat design on the skirt, a brown fox ear headband, and a matching brown prop tail. 

Anon Scar, Ultimate Princess

As the princess of a small European country called Zunduros, Scar is the current heiress to the Zundorian throne. Myth was surprised to learn that her animated shows have quite the following in Scar’s kingdom. Despite constantly carrying herself as the “Heiress of the Untouched Shadow”, the facade quickly breaks away to reveal a heavily-concerned and somewhat maternal girl, once she realises that this entertainment giant doesn’t exactly have the healthiest living habits. Nowadays, Scar is always on standby, making sure that Myth gets her daily food and rest. 

Outfit: A black Gothic Lolita-style dress, with white lace and red bows on the front, dark red stockings, red heels, red gloves, a red rose holding up her side bun.

Fusion Anon, Ultimate Musician

As the lead singer of the soft rock band, “QUIZ BOWL”, Fusion’s songs mainly center around family and parental love. Fusion’s personality matches the subject matter of his songs, being paternal and kind-hearted, despite what his height and wild fashion would suggest. Imagine Myth’s shock when this 6’3 tall boy with a large afro dyed various colors and a leather jacket claimed to be a massive fan of her adorable animated films. Ever since Myth found out and gave him an autographed art book, Fusion has been in special interest heaven. Nowadays, Fusion helps compose music for Myth’s animated films. 

Outfit: A large afro dyed various colors, a black leather jacket with an autistic pride badge on the front over a red t-shirt, black leather gloves, ripped black pants, black boots, a guitar case strapped to his back, color contacts. 

Fusion Anon II, Ultimate Photographer

As the girl behind the famous photography blog ,“bustasnap”, Fusion II has traveled all over the world to take pictures of all the scenic landscapes she can find. Upon looking at Fusion II’s photos, Myth knew that she had to use them for background references. This has led to the mysterious disappearance of many of Fusion II’s printed Polaroids. Upon finding out that Myth was the one behind the theft of her pictures, Fusion II chose to print the pictures and hand the copies to Myth. From there, Myth learned that Fusion II is a kind girl underneath her sarcastic and flippant demeanour.

Outfit: Same outfit as her original design, but with her prized Polaroid strapped to her right side. 

Just Anon, Ultimate Gamer

Dominating popular MMORPG after popular MMORPG under the name, “anon.”, Janon spends all of his time laying down and not moving from his territory. Despite Janon’s adorable appearance and fashion sense, Janon is foul-mouthed, cynical, and hates just about everybody in this goddamn con. Well, almost everybody. He has a massive soft spot for the two Jr. Ultimates of the convention. Janon and Myth like to organize little slumber parties and nap underneath a large pile of blankets, pillows and stuffed toys, where certain bothersome Anons wouldn’t bother them.  

Outfit: A Pikachu hoodie, black headphones with the Overwatch logo on each ear, formal wear and face-mask from original design.

Sparkle Anon, Former Ultimate Traditional Dancer

Coming from a long and prestigious line of traditional dancers, Sparkle’s dancing is truly a spectacle to witness on stage. Spicing up her dance moves with glitter and sakura petals, Sparkle’s moves look like they’re straight from a high-budget fantasy movie. Topping off her stellar appearance is a loud and bombastic attitude that truly shines on stage. Just like with Fusion, Sparkle is also a major fan of Myth’s works, particularly her magical girl series. Myth regularly watches Sparkle perform in order to help with animating dancing and the movement of her characters. 

Outfit: An orange kimono with pink flower designs all over it, a purple obi, white socks, brown gets sandals, a sidetail decorated with flowers, glasses from original design. 

Egg Anon, Former Ultimate Lucky Student, and Wet Sock, Former Ultimate Yakuza

Originally the twin children to one of the biggest underground yakuza chains in the world, Egg has since been cast out of the bloodline for their unpredictable luck cycle managed to nearly doom their entire bloodline, and it’s only through Wet Sock‘s control that the entire bloodline didn’t go kaput. Upon hearing about Egg and Wet Sock’s backstory, Myth thought that this would make a good premise for a film. Needless to say, despite their cursed and violent concepts, Myth managed to look past them, to find deeply disturbed individuals that just need a hug. 

Egg’s Outfit: A bandaged left eye, a half-shaved haircut, the same same clothes from their original design, but with a clover design replacing the bird designs. 

Wet Sock’s Outfit: An eyepatch on their right eye, a half-shaved haircut, a black suit just like Fuyuhiko’s.

Curious Anon, Jr. Ultimate Nurse

As the adopted child of a hospital worker, Curious ended up learning everything that they can about the medical field and the human body. Curious has became famous and beloved at the hospital for their kind-hearted and levelheaded personality, as well as their excellent bedside vigil. Because of Myth’s constant neglect of food and sleep, Curious is constantly on standby to make sure that Myth gets the proper amount of nutrition needed to function as a proper human being. Myth may not need Curious constantly hovering over her, but she appreciates Curi’s concern for her. 

Outfit: Part of their hair tied into a small ponytail, a mint green face mask, same outfit from original design, but with a white apron with a red cross design on the front, and mint green scrubs.

Anon Nerd, Former Ultimate Mechanic

Famous for his uncontrollable temper and strength, as well as his equal caliber intelligence, Anon Nerd is known for making functional machines out of literal garbage. Unfortunately, Nerd’s entire attitude doesn’t exactly make him a massive hit with other people at his mechanics store. Despite Nerd’s own workaholic tendencies, Myth just makes Nerd so angry with her blatant disregard for her own health. Nerd regularly tries to get this adorable animator to get her eyes off her drawing tablet and just go to sleep, even if it means knocking her out with a wrench. 

Outfit: Ruffled-up hair, grease stains all over his body, a black and yellow jumpsuit, black and yellow boots and gloves, scouter from original design. 

Eldritch Anon, Ultimate Team Manager

Despite Eldritch‘s jittery and paranoid behavior in public, Eldritch is unbelievably confident when it comes to leading a group. Eldritch is the number one trainer in “Fort Ritchie‘s Boot Camp”, a training center that trains children to take on the inevitable zombie apocalypse. Ignoring the whole “apocalypse” pretense, Eldritch is really good at motivating individuals to take action. Upon witnessing Myth’s poor health, Eldritch has taken it upon himself to prevent Myth from becoming zombie bait, but Myth really doesn’t want to exercise, and seems content with being zombie chow. 

Dream Anon, Ultimate Chef

As the daughter of a professional TV chef, Dream can cook healthy meals to feed all her teammates on her volleyball team. Dream is famous for being just a big bundle of joy and sunshine, as well as her energetic and overzealous attitude when it comes to cooking. Dream has taken upon herself to cook Myth only the best of meals, in order to make Myth actually drop her work to go eat with all the others. Don’t get Dream wrong, she does enjoy a lot of Myth’s works, particularly her shonen works. But would it kill Myth to eat something with actual nutritional value?

Outfit: A white chef uniform, a pink bandana tied over her head, a pink ascot, shoes from original design. 

Iris Anon, Reserve Course Student

When you first meet up with Iris, the first thing you would notice about her is her insane clumsiness and her almost stupidly optimistic viewpoint. Despite first impressions, Iris actually managed to get into Hope’s Peak Middle School’s reserve course on academic prowess alone, which makes her a veritable genius. Despite not even having an actual talent, Iris doesn’t let that, or the horrible quality of the Reserve Course get her down. Iris watched a bunch of Myth’s anime with her girlfriend, and she is currently overjoyed to be spending the con visit with the girl behind all those masterpieces. 

Outfit: A white dress shirt, a red bowtie, a dark blue skirt, white knee-length socks, black slip-on shoes, bandages on her arms and legs, glasses, star clip, and braids from original design.

Purple Anon, Ultimate Swordswoman

As the daughter of an ancient lineage of sword fighters, Purple has been taught the art of the blade by her elders, and yet she manages to surpass them all in blade-to-blade combat. Purple is hardly ever seen without her trusty claymore strapped to her back. Despite what her talent would suggest, Purple is very timid and cowardly, thanks to her sheltered upbringing. Because of her sheltered and old-fashioned upbringing, Purple also speaks in very antiquated vocabulary that is hard to understand. Myth may not understand a word that Purple is saying, but Purple would make a great fantasy protagonist. 

Outfit: A black headband, gakuran top, a long purple skirt, lilac stockings, black slip-on shoes, a purple scabbard on her back that holds her claymore.

This series centers around this adorable animator who is unhealthily attached to her work, as the people around her show massive concern for both her and her health. 

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PERSONALITY

Ever since she was a child, Animator!Myth has always been into the arts and a very creative soul. Her imagination is all over the place, which helps her with her works. Aside from that, Animator!Myth is also kind-hearted and happy to lend a helping hand to people who needs it. Unfortunately, Animator!Myth has a little bit gaping flaw in her personality: she is a MASSIVE workaholic. Not wanting to let down her loyal fanbase, Animator!Myth works day and night on her animated works, much to the understandable concern of her family and friends. This unfortunately means she goes for days on end without stopping for a snack or nap break, making this already childish and loopy girl somehow even more childish and loopy. Her friends are trying their best to teach Myth that overexerting yourself is no good, and taking constant breaks is the key to success. 

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APPEARANCE

Animator!Myth is bespectacled and slightly chubby. Myth‘s undyed hair goes down to her shoulders. As for her clothes, on her head, Myth wears a fuzzy blue hat with ears, an ahoge, and brown stripes. Myth wears an oversized blue jacket with yellow details, that holds an animator’s tablet in one of the pockets, over a pink shirt. She also wears a red skirt, black stockings, and yellow rainboots with a paw print design on the bottom. Clipped to the bottom of her skirt is a tail that matches the hat she wears.  ——————————————————-

Well, now that I have finished this week’s talentswap, let me know what you think! In the meantime, have fun and be merry!

-Fusion Anon

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It would be so awesome to be an animator! I love this talentswap!

[ginwhitlock]

Southbound  ch 1/ ch 2

After the Cullens leave her behind, Bella is left to pick up the pieces by herself. A year after her eighteenth birthday, a split second decision lands her in her truck, running far away from everything she has ever known. She decides to go south. What will she find in San Angelo, Texas?

One day I’m going to have to admit to my demise. The casket will be small and the rain will be pouring like it does everyday there. Charlie’s eyes will puff up like abandoned birthday party balloons in the desert heat-- and I will not be there to dry them. The church parking lot is gonna look like a high school reunion. A maze of junkers that never quite made it out of Forks, the high heels of my former friends swapped out for rain boots.

After a tearless goodbye from a pastor I never met and school acquaintances I never spoke to, the purple haze of my childhood bedroom will be packed into brown cardboard boxes. Like I didn’t live there at all. As if my mark on the world only existed in our-- my meadow.

I could feel the curl of dandelion weeds at my back pocket but refused to move an inch. His ochre eyes were spun as thick as honey as he laid beside my body. There was a gleam of something I couldn’t place in the part of his lips, but I returned the smile with my own. The press of cold flesh spread through my neck, down my spine, through my toes and into the mush under his shoes.

In the small blink of my lashes his form disappeared into the air.

The bed of wildflowers around me turned to ash before I could reach for him. All I could smell was nothing like the forest and everything like a bonfire left wild. The flames crawled towards me, my body refusing to budge in its wake. My head screamed to just MOVE.

My eyes opened to a blurry mass of nothing. Tears rolling down my cheeks, their path as uncertain as my whereabouts as I raised up on my elbows. They dried before I could wipe them away.

The pads of my fingers found the line of ancient stitching on the bench seat like a security blanket. My rapidly blinking eyes rolled around the cab in an untraceable pattern. The windows were clear and still, the leather beneath my backside warm to the touch. I could see my reflection in the silver lining the dashboard, the dark blanche underneath my eyelids clenched at my tired heart

There were no flowers. No meadow. No him.

Sitting up completely, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was carrying. The rushed exhale through my cracked lips brought my lungs to the dip of my ribs-- the familiar ache pulling the back of my skull taut.

Outside, the swell of Texas sun rises just beyond a gathering of trees. I can’t remember how I got here, the smell of asphalt long gone. Instead a dirt road lined my eyesight. It gave far too little clue to my immediate surroundings. Above me the sky was as clear as the south gets and the ground solid like beaten down gravel-- but no road signs. No mile markers.

I can’t even see behind the horizon.

The air in the cab became overcrowded with my fear, the push and pull of breath fogging up the chilled glass. I feel like a child left behind in a supermarket. Unreadable ques leading me farther and farther into the swamp of confusion.

My tires sat flat against the path, just beside it, as if I had just turned off to get some shut-eye. But why here? The middle of absolute nowhere? Had I learned nothing from the nomad with the hair like my forest fire?

My hand twisted the ignition before I could stray to the silver scar on my right wrist. It’s memory glinting in the corner of my mind.

All I can get out is the sputter of the motor, a failed attempt to rise the slumbering beast.

Another hard turn returns with the same groan.

I could feel the sweat start to slide down the expanse of my back in a winding trail. The salt water seeping into the flannel pushed up around my hips in a faux blanket. My palms slid around the wheel-- the leather close to splitting.

Me too, baby. Me too.

The door handle started to whisper to me. A stupid notion to leave the steel barrier hung onto the interior in flashing chrome.

I should've taken that damn cell phone Charlie tried to buy me last year. I could’ve at least called a tow. Maybe found out where in the hell I was-- but no. Who did I need to call back then? A boy who could pick out my heartbeat in a sea of a hundred exhausted teenagers? The press of my scent to his senses would’ve said everything I need to say anyway.

But now, no almost-not-quite-humans with super hearing as far as I could see.

The rusted-out Chevy felt more and more like a cage by the minute. A rushed push of the door frame threw my feet to the red dirt. A careful hand skimmed along the side of the truck as I followed the structure to the bed in a half-creep.

My ears were hypersensitive to the billow of wind blowing through the tops of the oak trees. The motion reminded me of the run on Edwar-- the creature’s back through the forest. Normally unwatchable to my dull eyes, but on his back I could see the restlessness of the air, the ever moving flight of dragonflies and underground wonders. Well up until I had the urge to puke.

I couldn’t say the sight of the wavering treeline didn’t give me the same feeling.

My entire body jumped nearly out of my skin at the sound of metal slapping something solid. My back clenched, the hair on the back of my nape sent sky-high.

“Down girl, it’s alright, no need to get all bug-eyed on me now.” A man’s voice came from a few feet behind me. My mind raced with the decision to face him or not. To see the person who would finally take me out. Or to lay down and leave the world not knowing the monster’s face.

A rough hand on my shoulder stops my thoughts in their measly tracks.

“You know,” A deep breath let out just behind me bounced off the metal of the truck back into my ear, “I don’t know many people that stray over to these parts real often. You must not be from around here, miss.” His hand turned my body to face him, the packed dirt underneath my sneakers scuffing into the silent air. My body felt as though it was under a spell. A rabbit held under the jaws of a coyote.

His smile caught me off guard.

It was no show off teeth, carnivore-sharp grin. It was a gentle pull of lips. A soft rose blush underneath the skin. The rest of his face was shadowed by the brim of a worn leather cowboy hat, his eyes masked slightly by it. Dragging my eyes down, I could almost feel the cotton of his button-up. It looked lovingly washed, as if it was worn for decades and not weeks. His Wranglers were in the same predicament. A smudge of what looked like motor oil stained into the crease of his knee, a rip could be easily seen by his ankles. And on his feet-- matching cowboy boots. The spurs had the same metal of his belt buckle in a vintage way, I could almost see him buying them as a set in some small town in the middle of Mexico.

“Sweetheart I know I’m good lookin’ and all but I did ask you a question a lil’ while ago…” He trailed off, his mouth set in a teasing upturn.

My eyes went wide, the fear lifting off my shoulders oddly by his tone. “I… Yes. You could say I’m not from around here.” The sentence tumbled out with a small thought of protecting myself. Keeping myself alive was first-- even if the apparent cowboy held himself like warm butter, quirked and sweet.

His brow lifted.

“You’re as closed off as a heifer in the dry season ya know that?”

His hand left my shoulder and held themselves up in mock surrender before placing them on his belt. His hip made contact with the side of the truck while starring me up and down. His eyes dragged up my fingers to my shoulder up to my lips and nose. My chest constricted with self consciousness.

The man in front of me rivaled every human boy I’ve ever met-- well man I’ve ever met. His legs, drawn out with a long line of denim, his shoulders square and broad. He looked older than He was, if anything he reminded me of Jasper.

The wavy blond hair peeking out of his hat, curling around his laid back collar. The stone corners of his shaded jaw. The slightly tanned skin, made from working fields I didn’t need to see. Even the fullness of his lips reminded me of the veteran vampire.

When his eyes landed on my own I realized-- he was waiting for me to speak again.

With a deep breath through the nose I managed to start, “I’ve been traveling from Fo-- the Pacific Northwest for a couple months. I got into Texas not too long ago.” A simple nod from his covered head prompted me to keep going, not commenting on my change of location. “I was just north of Lubbock last night. I woke up in my truck not long ago, but I’m not too sure where I am to be honest.” A low breath left my throat when I finished.

His stature straightened and I could now see how truly tall he was. He towered over me by a foot, almost. His mouth opened in a toothy smile and my brain clicked.

“Oh my god is this your land? I’m so sorry I didn’t know this was private land, my truck won’t start and I--” My ramble was suddenly cut off by a guttural laugh.

“Missy! You act like imma gonna what? You think imma skin your hide for wonderin’ onto this piece of dirt? C’mon now. Lemme getchu you somethin’ before you fall over dead.”

His back turned to me almost too fast. His form started to trek across to the treeline, his boots leaving indiscernible footprints into the rocky ground. I started to run to catch up and then stopped myself. Why would I follow this man? Did I have no self preservation? I didn’t even know him, no beachy waves or shiny belt buckle would be worth maybe dying over!

“Are you comin’ or what missy? I need to call my brother about your truck, so we gotta go to the house. It’s not far I promise.”, he yelled from the treeline, somehow persuading me to inch forward, heel to toe, towards him. My brain lost in the end, my pace quickening until I was right on his tail.

His neck turned to look me dead in the face, the shadow from his hat casting over the both of us for a moment. It was the most serious look I had seen on him in our short time together. It was almost soldier-like.

“I never asked.”

My eyebrows pinched together. “Asked what?”

“Your name, darlin’.” His face broke, smiling in a childish way, making it look like the simplest thing in the word.

My thoughts of self preservation long gone, I responded, “...Bella.”

His smile widened.

“Peter. Peter Whitlock.”

[psychosistr]

FOWL Agent “Bokor Baron”

Art by @thefriendlyfour​ , full bio below the cut:

Physical Description: An extremely tall and buff eastern redtail hawk (otherwise known as a chicken hawk) with a physique that leaves him an inch or two larger than even the likes of Steelbeak. Mostly white feathers on the front of his body with a spotted-band of dark feathers across his broad chest, brown feathers along his back, hands, and the upper half of his head (from his beak up) with the typical speckled markings along his back and arms, and his breed’s namesake red tail feathers.His eyes are a bit odd for his species, though, with black rings around them and an intense red color that’s so vibrant it’s practically glowing (given his powers, though, it might actually be glowing for real…). Has dark brown hair/head feathers woven together in a way similar to cornrows that end at the middle of his neck.

Outfit: Wears a loose-fitting blood red top with a lighter red interior (though the actual colors can change depending on what spirits and/or deities he’s invoking) and a large black collar- typically keeps the chest part opened fairly wide to show off his strong torso and the sleeves rolled up around the elbows to do the same for his arms; has a large pocket on the right side that he reserves for small charms. Keeps his shirt tied closed with a dark purple and black striped sash which is also used for holding various larger dolls and charms as well as a well-worn brown leather pouch with a black bird-skull motif on his back-right side that holds his most powerful and dangerous charms and amulets. Pants are black leather with a purple band around the hips, but the purple part is rarely seen with how far down his top normally hangs. Accessories include a black leather-cord necklace with a circular black metallic pendant emblazoned with a white veve for one of his primary deities, several beaded bracelets on his left wrist (in black, red, white, purple, and alternating combinations of the colors), and a hat that at first looks like a rather flat black cap but is actually a collapsible top hat with a dark purple band holding a few red flowers and small bird skulls along the brim. Typically forgoes shoes and just walks around with his talons exposed.

Gender: Male.

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual and very upfront about what catches his eye.

Age: 32

Nicknames: The Baron, The Bokor, Big Red, Redtail, and Henry.

The last one is Steelbeak’s name for him and a purposeful mispronunciation of his real name rather than a nickname.

Real Name:Henri Vivant

First name is pronounced “on-ree”.

Background:

Little Henri grew up in New Orleans as part of a long-line of Louisiana Voodoo practitioners, spending most of his childhood in a small house with his grandmother and five older siblings.

From the first time he mentioned being able to see the ghosts and spirits around him, he was taught the names of the spirits and deities to call on to help himself and others as well as the proper rituals to summon them when necessary. Kids outside of his family would tease and bully him for talking to “imaginary friends”, as they would put it, but he enjoyed the looks of terror on their faces once he learned how to invoke spirits and allow them to possess his body- revenge was something he GREATLY enjoyed.

Over time, Henri’s viewpoints began to differ from those of his family: Instead of wanting to use his abilities to help people, he wanted to use them to gain power and recognition. Instead of the more benevolent spirits and deities his family formed connections with, he sought out the more powerful and destructive ones. Instead of a simple life as a houngan, he wanted the dark powers of a bokor.

Needless to say, his family was very disappointed with his choices in life and all but disowned him by the time he was old enough to move out on his own. It didn’t take long after that for him to start using his powers to commit crimes and earn the attention of FOWL- he accepted their invitation and became a full agent at age 28.

Was partnered with Steelbeak about two years ago and to this day is still considered by the chief officer to be one of the WORST partners he’s ever had. It wasn’t hard for Steelbeak to figure out Henri, by then dubbed “The Bokor Baron”, was a two-faced snake in the grass who wanted the chief officer title and the power that came with it, even if it meant killing the current chief officer to do so. Their partnership lasted two and a half weeks before High Command finally agreed to Steelbeak’s numerous requests for a different partner.

Current Position: Active field agent for FOWL, he’s often called in to deal with more supernatural related missions (ancient magical artifacts, getting information from deceased individuals, clearing spirits out of FOWL facilities, etc.).

Personality:

Henri will act suave, gentlemanly, and cordial to anyone upon first meeting them, winning over most people almost instantly as if they are mysteriously compelled to like him…

The truth is, though, that this side of him is just an act to win people over. One of the charms he carries with him at all times increases his natural charisma and desirability to those who fall for his gentlemanly demeanor- once it takes effect, individuals under its sway will almost always be inclined to side with him during disputes, take his advice to heart, and, for those attracted to men, more often than not they end up adoring him to the point of a sort of pseudo-infatuation.

Those with a naturally higher tolerance against magic or attunement to the spiritual realms have shown resistance or even immunity to this effect. Other than the natural immunity, the only ones who aren’t affected by his charm are those who have a chance to know what he’s really like before his gentlemanly act can fool them.

To-date there are less than 10 people in all of FOWL who’ve proven immune to his charms, with High Command and Steelbeak being four of them.

Deep down, his real personality is manipulative, greedy, and power-hungry. He wants to be considered the best in whatever field he is a part of, and FOWL is no exception.

Should be noted that he does have a bit of a temper problem when things don’t go his way, often leading to him losing his composure and slipping into his much thicker New Orleans accent while cursing and throwing a fit.

Steelbeak is extremely good at provoking this reaction out of his ex-partner and does so with glee, despite it causing anyone under the other man’s charms to see Steelbeak as a horrible person for angering Henri in the first place- he doesn’t care, though, it’s totally worth it to see him blow up and lose his cool.

Interesting Bonus Facts:

Can speak both English and French fluently, and will often pretend to be French when first meeting someone to help with his gentlemanly illusion.

While he predominantly uses Louisiana style voodoo, Henri is also well-versed in hoodoo, mainly practicing it for the materials and charms that can be made from the practice.

Has cigars and rum on him at all times. The cigars are strictly for his invocations, as is the rum, but he’ll occasionally take a swig of the rum when he’s so inclined.

Can sing and dance really well, both for the sake of his rituals and invocations, and just for fun.

He’ll never admit it out loud, but his favorite song is “La Vie En Rose” because his grandmother used to sing it to him when he was little. He knows it in both English and French and will sometimes sing it when he’s stressed or having trouble sleeping

IF he ever lets someone get close enough to let his guard down around them, he might sing it for them occasionally.

Although he’ll swear up and down that he adores the way those charmed by his spells fawn over him, in reality he finds them boring and weak and could never fall for someone so simple-minded.

His ideal romantic interest would be someone with a strong enough mind and spirit to resist his charming magic, who’s assertive enough to put him in his place when he acts up without trying to “steal his spotlight”, and could see ghosts and spirits like he can so they would never think he was crazy for talking to himself.

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All-Stars -Story Mode- CHAPTER 16 Part 1

Artists who helped me in this chapter are:

Pastalaxy (Known on DA and Amino)

@this-person-is-slowly-dying

and

@sampoststuff​

It’s all done finally!!~ Finally, it’s all done!

It took some time but the artist is finally able to get it done as they are fairly busy with other things they had to do first. I must apologize for the late post of the story, please enjoy the full chapter.

Chapter 16

-Back to Primis Richtofen the Dead Wonderer-

He ducked down to avoid the attack from the Alpha Hallow as it lunged out towards him, it rolled for about 2 minutes before stopping on its hind legs and then turned to screech at him for dodging.  Richtofen stood there in amazement to see that this one is standing like a velociraptor, had long arms like a human being yet all predatory.

Richtofen took a moment to think about his options, each were:

Either let it charge at him at full speed of a raptor and let it beat him up to oblivion.

Or use the knife given to him by the Cheshire Cat and fight it.

Then Hallow ran towards him again, Richtofen could once again hear Cheshire soothed “Is this the first time holding a knife as the creature who held lust for blood?” as he felt the grin that chilled him up the spine.

“It’s not my first time, I do know how to use one.” Richtofen urged as he fumbled around the Vorpal Knife in hand as he positioned himself to stand still for the incoming attack.

“Life you hold is quite fair, hollow, empty and a pair of void itself, truth be told as the mold breaks in half. Cut the enemy with your strife and black-painted heart of gold.” he hummed, which made Richtofen dislike him not only for his words but for his snarky attitude.

Alpha ran then jumped to land a kick on him but Richtofen thought fast such as turning and then using all of his might, slashed the leg and it was limpatated.

It screeches in pain as it holds it’s chopped leg as it lays on the sand underwater, cracks on it grow and spread to the hip as it’s fur changes to white a little bit. Richtofen looked at it in pain for a moment and then looked at the Vorpal blade in hand and he could’ve sworn he had seen his reflection’s skin color changed into more pale than his and his eyes had turned blood red and cried with blood before flipping back to normal.

“Vhat in…” he thought at the alarming rate before the Alpha Hallow had gotten back on three legs and then lunging out and grabs the Doctor before pinning him on the ground. In the vulnerable position, Richtofen tries to get it off of him as it uses his strength to push itself closer to him and then with horrid force, it lunged and then bites him on the shoulder.

He yelled in pain as he felt it’s teeth digging in the flesh and blood sprayed in each direction, pain spiking through him with distressing high tolerance. Then he felt something crawling inside his veins with a biting morbid feeling like a sick virus.

He can feel it but doesn’t want to know what will happen next if he lets it continue, so he reaches out for the Vorpal Blade as he struggles to break free from the creature’s grip. He screamed and kicked at the Hallow on top of him as he had gotten closer and closer to the blade just within reach point.

Using the tip of his fingers, he scoots the handle of the knife closer to his hand until he managed to get a hold of it, he then uses his bad arm to hold the Alpha steady above him and despite how much pain he is in, he doesn’t care if it is getting worse and getting this thing off of him is the highest priority at this point.

He then begins to stab and slash it as hard as he could, it was enough to hurt it badly and it is his chance, he rolled and he was on top of it now and he had just let it lose on it, he slashed and hacked at the Hallow with the angry grunts at first but then it turned into a dreaded cold laughter.

He had no idea where it was coming from but he knows those laughs are coming from him, he can’t see with his vision turning red, red…. Blood red…

He then heard a whimper and a crack came soon after what he had blindly done to the Alpha Hallow, he rose up and then laughed once again with an eerie chill in his bone of his very being.

He felt pain that was fading away and the smell of smoke came, a sign of self-healing is what he knew as the wound began to heal quickly.

“Hehehe! Look at zhe blood! Zhe beautiful blood!~” he creepily sung as he was grinning from ear to ear like a madman who had committed a shocking gruesome murder. Then a voice came from him, his voice who had witnessed this with horrific feeling of fear, it had said “Nein, vhat am I doing?”

[Drawn by TikTak, known as @this-person-is-slowly-dying on Tumblr]

“Vhat am I doing…??” he repeats himself in advancing terrible fear as he looked at the weaken Hallow while he had recalled what he had done to it. He knows that he had gone feral and committed an inhuman act on one creature he had just discovered.

He looked at the Hallow and saw that it is now different in its current state, it is now dying with it’s fur which is nearly white and each crack was caused with each stab he inflicted into its body and one of the cracks had formed another symbol he had recognized: Omega Ω.

“From Alpha where it had started out as strong and humble as it may be as it once was but now, weaken from countless attacks and has now been reduced to it’s last breath as Omega Hallow.” Cheshire Cat said as he manifested himself once more on top of a rock and looked at Richtofen.

“Omega Hallow?” Richtofen questioned with curiosity and confusion as he continued to look at him. Cheshire’s tail swayed behind him with a consent grin on his face as he continued to explain “Omega for a Hollowed Crystalline Creature has a meaning, meaning of Omega is the end, the end of a Hallow after attack after another. As soon as the last breath is let out, it will fall into pieces as it lays into one last rest yet…” he then looked at the Omega Hallow who is letting out shallow breaths between whimbers.

“After the end of a Hallow, a new life will be lifted from the pieces and gifted the power of a phoenix except with it being in reverse.” he told the Doctor who is looking at the dying Omega Hallow.

“Vhat do you do vith zhis? Kill it quick or…?”

“Not a best option of mind, Edward,” Cheshire Cat quickly answered, “When new life is created, a newborn Hallow will be watched over like a hawk by others, me, myself and I had known as much as I knew and being more of a treated like a new queen of Wonderland.”

“Best to leave it here zhen?” Richtofen asked as he turned to look at him, “For the better to spare a new life coming from a Hallow soon.” Cheshire Cat accepted with glee and then his ear perks up and then looks at the direction that would lead out of the Underwater world and then looked at the Doctor again and gasped “We must hurry, the White Rabbit is now waiting.” before jumping off of the rock and then runs towards the direction.

Richtofen looked at the Cat and then at the Omega Hallow and then ran after him in that direction.

Passing through fishes and seaweed across the sea he came across, he ran to catch up to him as the water is slowly turning darker and seeing a dim lights of lantern as the surface is slowly lowering and getting closer to him and then, he eventually came to the surface with a splash and a gasp.

He looked around the new area he had come as he was drenched in water and shaking it off of him. He is in a swamp-like area but more beautiful-like. With lanterns that were already lit with an eerie yellow glow illuminating the path before him and purple flowers of some kind are blooming from the surfacing grounds of the swamp.

“Best hurry, he is getting impatient.” He heard the Cheshire Cat once more but he is nowhere to be seen. He decides to take his word and then soon walked down the road that is covered in water after he stood up on his legs on the shallow end of the river.

An alluring ambience of the swamp is quite strange yet enchanting in his eyes, medieval acoustic guitar and other instruments are sounding off in unison and keeping up the tempo of the music as one.

He wasn’t sure if this is captivating or something sombar but he tried not to want too much thought into it and just enjoyed the music the swamp is giving off. He eventually found the White Rabbit who is checking his pocket watch periodically as he is wearing a top hat, a red 1870’s coat with a pinkish dress shirt and a red pink tie with a bag that looped across his back and chest, he had a brace on his right leg. Once again, with Shaw’s voice he said “You are terribly late, Edward.”

[Digitally drawn by Meaghan “Icefir” Halter]

“I am sorry for being late, Mr. Rabbit, Uh… Mr. White Rabbit?” Richtofen greeted the White Rabbit rather awkwardly as he looked at the pocket watch before closing it and then placing it back in his pocket of his coat.

“Call me whatever you like, Edward, “Rabbit” will do the most.” The White Rabbit offered before turning to look at the Doctor and the German saw the side of his face, it was burned and blinded in one of his green eyes like Stanton. “Time you’ve wasted was very poor yet still, there’s more of it to explain it though.”

“Explain vhat?” he asked, “Zhe situation ve’re in?”

White Rabbit nodded as he turned his back on him and then walked a bit ahead with Richtofen following suit. “Something, an entity I believe, is kidnapping people into it’s universe for a bloody battle royale. People she dimmed fit, special, out-standing and to put it simply, just magnificent and wonderful.” then he hopped on top of the moss-covered log and then looked around.

“I believe I’m barely aware vho vas behind all of zhis madness, Rabbit” Richtofen spoke with little hesitation as he slowed to a stop to listen more. “No, you are not. Even Alice didn’t know who she was either but she had told me one thing we can know for sure.” Rabbit continued with a stir before checking his pocket watch once again and then shows it was switching to 3:45 then to 8:23 then to 1:54 and then to 12:09 and it just goes on and on to the point Richtofen was trying to make out what time it was before the White Rabbit closes it.

“As you can see; whatever she is doing is messing up time itself but I am glad this is only happening in this land, created by the mind of you and her.” Rabbit explained to the bewildered German, “If it gets worse, then I am scared that to say that yesterday would’ve been a great time to start.” he said as he turned his back again then jumps off the rock as Richtofen said “Vhat do you mean, White Rabbit?”

“What I mean, Edward, is that she has been bringing each universe, including yours, together as one and making it her own, let’s call it “the multiverse” for an example. One thing Alice noticed right away is that each of the universe she brought had each time of their own and here, my pocket watch, is trying to decide each time to know over the other.” he expanded.

“I am aware of their dimensions und timelines.” Richtofen said as he nodded and that led the White Rabbit to nod as well. “But vhy is zhis connected to zhis?” he asked out of curiosity.

“To this?” he said, shaking as well, “We had no idea but it felt like it, yet she believes that people that were taken were for a purpose. Everything has a reason but sometimes it doesn't.”

Richtofen looked around uncomfortably and then looked at the Rabbit once again and said “I had encountered an Alpha Hallow earlier that had vas trying to kill me, I believe it vas somewhat involved vith zhis.”

Rabbit then looked at him with a bit of worry on his face and then questioned “Did it bite you? While being held down?”

Richtofen was taken aback by this rapid response from him, took a step back and stuttered “J-ja? I-I had blacked out after going somewhat insane and nearly killed it.” then explained what had happened.

Rabbit seemed relieved and looked at the Doctor who was still hanging back with a solid minute, and then he asked “Do you feel corrupted in a way?”

“Nein, but only moments before it fades away.” he answered as he had looked at the wound to see how bad it had gotten and would need to be treated but to his surprise, it was healed and gone like it had never existed.

The Rabbit seemed to take notice and then hops over to the German to inspect it and sees his shoulder for any tears of his coat and any blood yet to see further, he poked it and he felt a mark under the fabric.

“Ah, you had stopped it before it had fully corrupted you. You should consider yourself lucky for that.” he confirmed it with words as Richtofen then placed his hand on his shoulder, feeling the marks where the Alpha had left them before letting out a sigh from his mouth.

“This is just insane.” he said, then as he ran forward again as Rabbit Shaw walked- more likelihood, hopped after him. He found a clearing through the forest line of the swamp and then narrowly managed to stop himself from going over the edge of the floating island they were on.

“Edward!'' The Rabbit managed to catch up to the Doctor on time when he had looked down the seemingly endless pit sky-like oblivion with little spots of green and sea blue below like there was surface below. “You should watch where you are going in Otherlands, Especially in Londerland and Wonderland.” he explained, “As for the Cheshire Cat, he must return to Alice Liddell, more of these things are getting more fierce. Demanding on how long she will remain as her strength wasn’t going to last forever.”

“I vas vrong Mr. Rabbit Shaw- Or just Rabbit…!” The German failed to find words to this dilemma of a whole dream-mental-life-like situation he had put himself in, “This is madness! I must’ve gone mad…”

Rabbit Shaw after Richtofen had sat down to rest his legs for a short while and then looked up to the confused man before him with his hand on his hip, looking at the White Rabbit before him.

[Drawn by @sampoststuff​ on Tumblr]

“What can I say?” Rabbit Shaw sighed softly as he looked up to the human man before him, “All of us here is mad.” as Richtofen viewed the floating islands in the horizon, looking at a statue of a girl crying with two waterfalls falling out of her eyes.

“I see that you are looking at the Vale of Tears, a bewitching place I’d say.” Rabbit Shaw murmured with refined confidence, “And from what I am seeing right now…” he continued as he looked at the far end of the Vale of Tears are slowly turned purple and crystals formed with cyan and reddish purple colors as they glowed, corrupting the half of that island.

“Strange, it’s growing.” Rabbit Shaw muttered under his breath as Richtofen looked at whatever he is looking at and is concerned with much little brutish curiosity. “Vhat is zhe damage so far?”

“At a dense unmerciful rate without doubt, crude as it sounds and seems but the crystals are growing and spreading across the land, corrupting everything it could touch with an impure lust. Think of a cannibalistic virus willing to eat everything and everyone on the dinner table but still want more?”

“Corruption?” Richtofen asked, “A train that is twisted with insanity and ruin that horrorifly anyone nearby, Edward, I am no wizard but I do know how to make potions here and there that we can very much use to our advantage.” Rabbit explained further as he searched his pockets and then found a potion with reddish purple liquid in it.

“Zhis?”

“Yes, yes indeed.” Rabbit Shaw answered with quite hopefulness in his voice, putting the potion back in his bag for later. Then looking at Richtofen with further listen with his ears perked upward, Richtofen looked back at the White Rabbit before turning to look at the Vale of Tears as he watched that more of crystals sported and then grew from the corrupted ground as it spread across like a virus.

“Come now, Edward, we can’t be anymore late than we are already.” The White Rabbit then hops away before Richtofen could say anything before reaching about 19 inches ahead of the Doctor and turning his head to see if he is following when he was just standing there.

“Well, are you coming, Richtofen?”

“Come now, Edward, we can’t be anymore late than we are already.” The White Rabbit then hops away before Richtofen could say anything before reaching about 19 inches ahead of the Doctor and turning his head to see if he is following when he was just standing there.

“Well, are you coming, Richtofen?”

Richtofen then jolted back into focus when he heard his name being called by Rabbit Shaw, he turned and then ran after him with little hesitation as Rabbit waited for him to catch up to him. Then they both ran for the Vale of Tears

Cheshire Cat who was hiding in the area they were once were, he turns to the reader, grins and then disappears into thin as he said:

“Hope that he may be her only chance she’s got, If that is a nope then she will too be corrupted with no choice.”

[3 hours later when they reached Vale of Tears…]

Alpha Hallow had jumped at him and then it was quickly slashed by Richtofen who had gotten used to only using a knife instead of a gun, he had learned how to cut, stab, slash and hack with any sharp objects as he is a doctor after all.

He had been fighting with the Stanton Shaw’s Wonderland Counterpart for at least three hours now and he had been quite helpful with the potions he had made, close to his original version yes but he would periodically check his pocket watch now and again every second after each won the battle against the Hallows.

He looked up and looked at the trees, his expression was scared and concerned upon seeing the consuming desire of corruption is getting more raw and extreme with this rate of it spreading. “It’s spreading faster than I thought…” he thought as he rested his finger and thumb under his chin as he watched the crystals formed and then grew on them.

Richtofen looked at the trees with the growing crystals attached to the branches and looked concerned as well, he then turned his attention to the White Rabbit and asked “Is zhis cancer zhat is spreading?”

“Yes, it’s spreading faster than I feared it’s going to.” He answered softly with raising fear filling his heart as he watched, “Soon enough at this rate, Wonderland will be corrupted within the next hour. We must hurry!” he panicked as he looked around then took off running once again.

Richtofen was about to protest for him to stop but worry and fear got the better of him and then he too took off running after the rabbit who was hopping and running faster as a normal animal. He tried yelling but the White Rabbit ran too fast and soon he was out of his line of sight over the hill.

He hasn't paid attention to the environment around them, they were at the Vale of Tears but now, they are on a different island with a traditional forest inhabited it, pine trees, peach trees and apple trees are scattered across the land, the forest they are running seemed to be alive at first when they got to another island. It was alive at first…

But the colors of green, brown, blue and yellow had faded and died into a haunted, unnatural shades of gray, trees had lost life and died in a grim sour minute He slowed down to a jog and then to a walk before finally looming to a stop as he looked around the area around him. This place… this place….

*This place seemed… Strangely familiar…?

Richtofen looked around then at himself and he was taken aback to see he was wearing his normal clothes once again and then looked around the area as he walked on the ash-covered path. He looked at the dead trees, the withering flowers everywhere and dying, a river dried up and waterless and bones everywhere, in the ground, in the trees and then on the rocks.

Richtofen walked around as he heard a familiar female haunting voice mockingly said “Don’t you remember?” and that sends chills down his spine before immediately recognizing that voice, so he turned to look around for that voice that he hoped and knew who owned it.

“Mother?” he said under his breath as he turned and saw-

No one. Nobody was there, he looked around confused for any sign of her in the forest and paying attention to where that voice came from. He was turning and looking around for his mother like a lost child…

No one… no one but him was all alone in the broken land that had died and decayed overtime, the music wasn’t helping him either, it was playing a piano along with other instruments as a chorus of voices echoed out but one voice stood out amongst the rest. It sung…

Forever young…

“Don’t you remember?” the familiar male voice growled with cold-blooded anger, causing Richtofen to snap to where the voice had growled as he stuttered “Father?” and looking around for any sign of one or both of his parents….

No one… no one but him is there….

I wanna be forever young, Do you really want to live forever?

He started to walk backwards from where he was standing, he was getting uncomfortable by this and wanted to get away from this area immediately, he has to be dreaming this, he’s just having a-

“Are you having a nightmare, Walnut?” Mother’s voice cooed from behind, making him turn to look at her but what he wasn’t expecting to find was a mirror in front of him, it shook him to see his reflection in the mirror. His reflection, however… had one defying different detail about it…

Do you really want to live forever?...

The reflection was wearing his wonderland outfit, it’s skin was paler than his skin tone normally and its eyes… they are not blue and green but red… unnatural crimson red…

He had found himself looking at himself in the mirror, looking at this strange version of himself as he raised his hand towards it while the reflection had done the same with his gloved hand. Then they both touched the mirror together.

Richtofen was staring at himself for a minute but that only lasted for a minute of it when he noticed something in the mirror by the corner of his eye: a woman, a man and a little girl holding hands together, seemingly like a happy family but Richtofen had quickly realized the smiling family was his family.

He turned away from the mirror to look at his family as he said “You’re here…?!” but when he turned around, they were nowhere to be found and never to be found in the human eye.

No one… no one but….

“No one but us, Edward.” he had heard his own voice said, but it sounded too different; his voice was distorted and disembodied. The somber chilling crawled up his spine when he was caught off it, the air he was breathing felt it’s getting toxic and ash slowly falling down from the sky wasn’t helping.

Do you really want to live forever…? Forever young…

“Vho’s zhere…?” he stuttered as he scanned the area before him, unaware the reflection’s head had turned its head to look at him with malice and hatred.

“You’ve forgotten?” a voice growled coldly, in the mirror still; the reflection slowly turned around with the Vorpal Knife in hand, bleak warning was grim feeling Edward had felt, it was spine-chilling…

Something in him had told him to turn around, turning his attention back into the mirror behind him and with immovable tense fear slithering up his back like a snake, he turned looked at the mirror but his own reflection had just lunged out inside the mirror and on impact, the glass broke and then fire roared from the ruined mirror as he reached out his hands to grab him.

With sheer force, his reflection, his copy, his… his mental self had grabbed him with him revolting against it to the best of his strength can grant him but his abnormal self was much stronger than he thought as he was pulled into the broken piece that was once a mirror, into a burning mirrored world.

[Two pictures done by Pastalaxy (Known on DA and Amino)]

*Through a shattered Looking Glass…

Those were the words scrolled onto the wall of his family home that was burning, he looked around, panic kicking into, making his blood run cold through his veins as he yelled “Mama! Papa!?” but he was much younger, he was back at the age of 12 years old as he looked at himself and his pajamas that he wore that night.

“I-I have to be dreaming!” he thought in despair as he watched his younger self go into the hall towards his parent’s room where lights of fire are located behind the door as they are screaming and pounding through it. “Richard! Help me-!!” “Victoria, Ich versuche, mein liebe!!” “RICHARD!!”

“Mutter!? Vater!?” he screamed in German as he held a stuffed bear close to his chest, He heard his father yelled out “Edvard! Holen Sie sich ihre schwester und raus aus dem Haus!”

His younger self wanted to go closer but he was deterred when his younger 10 1/5 sister nervously said “E-Eddie?” who had come out of the room that they both shared and she was getting scared from the sight of fire spreading as his younger self had looked back to see her exiting the safety of their bedroom.

“Edvard! Get your sister und get of zhe house NOW!!” was the last words he had heard from his father, Richtofen quickly snapped out of the tense and yelled at the child version of himself “DO VHAT YOUR FATHER SAYS UND RUN!!” out of survival instinct.

His child counterpart was on autopilot when Richtofen yelled, like he can almost hear him in his mind, so he rushed back to his room and then grabbed her by the hand before taking off like a bat out of hellish cave with it’s newborn.

Fire had nearly closed off the way out of the house but the boy, Richtofen was surprised and amazed on how well he knew the concept of the house as the kid tried opening the door but it wouldn’t bulge.

“Nein nein nein!” the boy screamed as he tried to open the door as another door somewhere in the house had burst open and a man with a rough voice yelled, “Hello?! Anyone in here?” and then his child counterpart carefully navigated through the fire as Richtofen followed him to where the child was going. He… he thought he heard a man calling out to him but he couldn’t hear what he was saying through the fire and yet he does hope he may find a way out too.

The front door was opened, it had been a little bit of force to get it to open but it’d was open and without missing a heartbeat, all three of them hightailed out of the house with a few burns on him but the explosion went off and that sending them flying from the family home from the flames that are stingingly spreading across the home.

When they got out, it was snowing outside and they could only watch and see the house burn to the ground with his… their parents screaming in unbearable pain, holding his injured sister close to his chest as tears were running down from his eyes. Edward can remember this now and it was still too painful to remember it now:

This was the night of his parent's death.

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Richtofen stood there, in anger and sorrow that he was back to the night this happened when he turned to the side of the house burning down and saw a creature… spider-like monster, with his mother’s opal pendant and a silver pendant around his neck he wore.

He was covered in cobwebs almost like a spider, that was suddenly his child self screamed in anguish that caused the entire world around him to burst into flames. He was alive, unharmed but he found himself wearing the Dead Wonderer outfit once again, his younger self and sister had disappeared as the forest around him was burning.

The smell of burning flesh, ashes and smoke invaded his nosertials as he tried to block off the smell as he yelled “Broken!! You had crossed zhis line!! From one nightmare to zhe next terrifying other!!! Vhy making me remember!?!?” into the black infinite skies.

“I’ll tell you vhy.” Richtofen heard his own voice growled once more from behind him, that sent fear spiraling out of control in his heart as the speed rate of his bloodspreed had just gone sub-zero levels. Before he could do anything, he was shoved onto the ash-covered ground, it was soft like snow. He yelped and groaned in pain as he turned to see who had assaulted him but he choked when he looked at his mirrored self who was looking at him in anger.

His eyes are bleeding red, blood is pouring out of them as he glared daggers into his original self with such malice and it shoots chills throughout his body. He tried to crawl away from this craized version with effort but that seemed to snap something in him, he lunged at him and then grabbed him by the neck with his gloved hands.

He grabbed the arms as he wanted to get this demon of insanity off of them as he screamed “You vere veak!! You didn’t save zhem both! YOU DESERVED TO DIE IN FLAMES TOO!!!”

“I vas- Uggck! I vas only a child!! I vasn’t-”

“LIES!” He yelled in his face and then tossed him away like trash onto a burning tree, his back hits it upon impact and lands on the ground with a grunt along with a thud. He shookly got back up on his legs as he was tense from the severe pain in his spine. 

Threatening his insanity self had become, he unsheathed the Vorpal Knife and then standance as he is far-out strong enough to fight him still but without warning, the Insane Wonderer made a swift wild dash towards him with the knife of his own and barely had stabbed him but instead slashed his right eye, nearly blinding him on his right as he screeched in pain.

“It vas your fault! Nein, it vas mein fault- NO!! It vas our fault!” he yelled at his original as he smacked him before grabbing him by his elbows and pressing his forehead against him while he does the same to himself. “If you had grown enough courage, ZHEY WOULD’VE STILL BE HERE!”

[Drawn by TikTak known as This-Person-is-Slowly-Dying on Tumblr]

“It vas an accident! Ve vere asleep und-”

“You vere too smoldering in your fantasy world, unable to grasp to vhat raw reality is happening und vhen you voke up finally, it vas TOO late!!” he hissed in a grim voice. “J-Just shut up!!” he yelled as he pushed him away from him before he picked up the knife again.

“You have no right to talk about it in vain!” he was furious now, because all of this is happening in his own mind and reliving the worst night of his life is making him wrathful and crossed that line. “It’s already too late for your sanity now…” his insane self snapped as he gripped onto his knife tightly, ready to slash and dice him apart.

He then sprinted towards him again, Richtofen paused for a moment when the Insane Edward is fast approaching him until he had jumped out of the way from that spot, only his insane counterpart’s knife lodged itself into a burning tree.

He received a hateful glare from him but Richtofen had no time to think about what he’ll do next so he took that chance and then runs away from him as quickly as possible.

It starts… With the unexpected loss of something dear.

He is running as fast as his legs can carry him, hearing the screams and insults hurling his way when a female voice sung.

The warmth, That comforted and cradled just disappears.

He pushed and shoved the withering branches turning into ashes, tripping over twigs and rocks laying on his path as he heard footsteps are getting closer from behind but he was in flight mode, he can’t look back to see if he is losing him because in his mind, he’s not.

And in it’s place, there’s nothing. Just an endless empty hole.

The light that showed the way is gone And darkness takes control.

“I-I need to vake up!” he gasped as he ran through the inferno of the wildfire, “I-I had to find z vay out of here!!” as he sprinted away than he usually runs in hopes to gain more speed.

Bitterness and anger, Are quick to fill the void.

The path to isolation...

Is littered with the dreams that lay destroyed.

As he ran, he could voice screaming in agony and in terror and most of them are trained onto Richtofen, they were shrieking “Why did you abandon us?!” “Why did you leave us to burn?!” “Is this how we get in return?” “You are a disgrace, a failure Richtofen!” “Rot!” “Burn,” “Die!!”

Then he had bumped into something, he fell backwards with a thud and then felt a moist stream on the palm of his hand, he raised his gloved hand to see what it was, his heart sank when he saw that it was blood.

The cold, Seems to grow in my soul. It’s consuming me.

He looked at where it came from and saw that it was a body but it’s not just anybody: it was his own, as he scanned the area and everywhere, I mean; EVERYWHERE, was littered with all of his own bodies, died from any kind of accidents ranging all the way to been murdered.

Confused, And I’m losing myself in the storm.

He got up from the ground and looked around in the burning forest fire, all of his bodies are everywhere, slicks of blood in each direction and his breathing is getting more and more ardent from fear.

Growing jaded. Being pushed, being pulled, I’m unravelling.

Can’t find myself when I’m constantly forced to conform.

“EDWARD!!!” a choir of voices roared up, making him running for his life again but this time, much faster than ever he was before.

Enemies surround me but the worst appear as friends.

Liars and pretenders. Only to seek to reach their ends.

He frantically looked around for anywhere, just any place for him to hide from this nightmare in his head and it’s getting too much for him to handle already when the ground is being to shake and rumble.

Before he knew it, the ground broke apart into nothing but an island of what was once a beautiful forest he dreamed of.

Everything is breaking. Right before my eyes.

Looking in the mirror, I see someone I don’t recognize.

Richtofen looked around in disbelief as he walked backwards slowly from the edge but then he heard him, his insane version had caught up to him and tried stabbing him but he barely got him but he sliced onto his shoulder, making him yelped in pain upon feral assault.

The joy, That my heart used to know Is eluding me.

Removed. And the one thing I feel Is alone.

Richtofen holds his left shoulder in pain as he gripped onto the Vorpal knife tightly as his hair was a little messed up from the falling and running as he had tried to elude himself from impurely killing him.

Smile’s faded And I’m spinning and sinking. I’m weakening.

Frozen in solitude, Loneliness chills to the bone.

His mirrored clone, yelled out menacingly as he once again attacked him but Richtofen quickly deflect it with the knife in his hand like a sword. He then slashed him on the chest but to his horror, it’d healed itself and undershirt, vest and straps restored from that ruinous result.

“Is zhat all you have in you, Edward?” he coldly asked as he looked at him.

Memories escaping as my heart begins to drain.

Scars that cover wounds Can’t hide the self-inflicted pain.

Richtofen took a couple of steps back from him when he suddenly disappeared in a horde of moths, black moths flying everywhere as the original looked around for any traces of himself in the forest but he was ambushed from behind after the moths formed the insane Mirror Richtofen once more.

Everything my mind wants, In conflict in my heart. Fighting back surrender. But everyday, I’m falling more apart.

He was brutally punched at the back of the head, sending him forcibly onto the ground once again and then he was standing over him, knife at the ready.

Mirror, what’s this thing I see? Who is staring back at me?

A stranger to my heart has filled my mind.

Mirror, Help me…

He scrambled back on his feet but he was pinned to the tree as he heard his own voice whispered “I got you now…” and then saw him raise the knife, ready to strike him as he helplessly watched.

Who am I?

He then brought down on the helpless Doctor but quickly as it was raised, he jarred himself awake from the nightmare with a yell filled with fear and finding himself back in the Entrance Plaza.

He was breathing heavily from the horrific terror that was inflicted upon him from the nightmare, trying to calm himself down as he placed his hand on his forehead as if he was trying to press against a headache.

“Doctor?”

Richtofen froze when he heard the familiar voice, he looked up and saw, to his overwhelmed fear, a group of Mirrored Insane Richtofens surrounding him from each direction facing him as one of them asked Ã̴̜͍r̴̹̋͋Ë̷̞ ̷̮̃̾͜ý̷̼̞ͅǪ̷̨͚̆̽ú̷̜͔́ ̷̢͙̮͂͂Å̵͍̈́l̷̺̗̽̆͜R̵̲͇͍̊i̶̪͖͂G̷̪̯̭̎̽h̶̬̺͓͆͐T̸͇̓,̷̛̮̄ ̴̯͆̌̊R̴̢͙̤̒̉͠i̷̛̱͝C̶̟͙̈h̷̤̿͒͘T̷̼͙̈̏ȏ̴̭̹̦F̸̬̗̄̚͜ĕ̶̤Ǹ̶͖̱͓̽̇?̵̲͍̬̈̈́”̶̱̅̓͐

He screamed in horror as he tried to back up from this scene before him but he was pressing against the pillar he had his back against to sleep for a little while but when he was about to get out a pistol, he heard Dempsey’s voice yelled “Doc! It’s f*#$ing alright! It’s just a nightmare!” Richtofen, calmed down a little as he looked at everyone once again and this time, to his relief, there just Ultimis Dempsey and Takeo, Primis Nikolai, Miss Pauling, Medic, Engineer, Spy, Pyro, David Tapp, Scarlett, Shaw, Diego, Brad and Jessie who were all looking at him with a surprised and wary looks.

“You scared us, Doctor.” David Tapp as he looked at him with more suspicion, he was concerned as well with the Doctor’s mental health when he noticed that he was muttering and thrashing around a little in his sleep like a demon had entered his body and was trying to take control of his body.

Engineer walked over to the Doctor, kneeled down and said, “What kind of bad dream did ya’ll have there, Ed?”

“It’s…” He began, “It’s nothing, just zhe nightmare of zombies trying to kill us in our sleep.” then lied and Nikolai could sense it along with Takeo as they both looked at each other. David, knowing that it’s a lie as well but he didn’t say anything about it. I know, a detective like him would call it out to Richtofen but he felt like he can’t do that right now.

Richtofen got up back on his feet and stretched his arms out like a cat who had been with a rich man and it’s yawned after a well deserved cat nap and then looked around, “Vhat happened vhile I vas asleep?” he then questioned.

“The Entrance Plaza is getting well barricaded.” Shaw answered who came first and Richtofen looked at him, “Everyone had been fairly helpful during the time yet we need to fill in the gaps just in case those undead monsters could find a way in.”

“Zhen I vill help you, I had mein sleep and cannot stop til ve do.” he said as he walked away, avoiding everyone’s gazes as he walked by them and then picked up a lamp nearby and then walked towards the entrance.

A man who had been watching the whole thing had walked up to Dempsey and said “Is one of your doctor’s alright upstairs?”

“To be honest,” Dempsey answered with unease, “I don’t know.” he shrugged as Richtofen had walked by them, he wanted to say something but he shrugged it off because of the nightmare who scared him into this type of silence and he had in fact swore that he’s not going back to that dream or in his head ever again.

DAY ONE September 19, 2006 11:27

[Drawn by Meaghan “Icefir” Halter]

Primis Richtofen had been working nonstop since 5:00 AM in the morning and now 11:27 closer to 12 o'clock noon time to keep up with the others with the barricade to keep the zombies outside and he hoped that they will STAY out there until help arrives and he could find a way to get back with the others after finding out that the Artifact (Summoning Key) was refusing to let him open up a portal.

He was trying to open it once he got somewhere private with no one around, believe me, he really did try but failed, it was working before but now it’s not like someone wasn’t going to let him or anyone with him to leave this dimension.

He later gave up and decided to find out what is wrong with it later, he brushed David and Diego off when they suggested that he should take a break, he swore that he’s not going back in that nightmare again to himself and he’s not going to break it now.

“They were right German,” Primis Nikolai suggested as he picked up three planks of wood for the Engineer to board up the glass doors. “You haven’t gotten sleep since that nightmare you had, did it scared you into staying up most of the day or forever?”

No reply.

“German, you could tell us the truth about that nightmare.”

No response again.

“Richtofen, I know you haven’t lost your hearing and I know you can hear my voice when I say this; you need sleep-”

“Nein, I don’t.” Richtofen finally answered with a firm voice, he didn’t yell or scream but he had raised his voice somewhere between low and high volume that caught Nikolai off guard, shocked and surprised. He didn’t think the German had it in him to snap back.

Richtofen looked at him and then sighed, “I am just restless, Nikolai. Has Dell- Engi, had any signal from zhe outside vorld?”

Nikolai looked down for a moment and then looked at the Doctor again and answered, “Nyet, he hasn’t but these people are desperate for help so he told them to wait until he could get a strong signal yet something else-”

Engineer had just tapped his shoulder to get his attention which startled him with a yelp. “We had been cut off,” he said quietly.

“What?”

“Someone had jammed the signal,” Engineer appraised what he had said, “We had been cut off, isolated from the outside and no one’s going to help anyone if zhis mole in a garden doesn’t undo what he’s doing.” in a hushed whisper.

“Vunderbar, isn’t zhat vonderful.” Richtofen whispered in anger as they walked over to the barricade, “Can’t you do something, Dell? You’re the Engineer of RED Team.”

“I tried but zhis boy here may have specialities in war or somthin’,” Engineer explained himself, “If you two are familiar of rules in warfare.”

“Cut off or take out communications of camps and bases, leaving them hopeless and exposed to any outside forces.” Nikolai answered with ease as he recalled his time of service in Russia.

Richtofen places the box on top of a bench that had been toppled over as a strong hold for other stuff as a “redecorating” the door so zombies can’t break in. “Yet, just to imagine it,” Engineer began as he trailed off looking up, “I had a good feeling that someone is coming to help us, either by accident or fate for the fella about all of this.” he concluded as he pushed up his goggles, revealing his blue eyes.

“Zhen, let us hope so, Engi.” Richtofen said, “Let us hope so.”

Elsewhere…

Over a lush green mountain was a sound of pillars on a helicopter flying over the horizon heading towards a small town of Willamette, Colorado. Two men are on it, one a helicopter pilot, Ed DeLuca., unshaven facial hair, ginger hair tied in a ponytail, black and orange headset, tan vest, black T-shirt, jeans and brown shoes.

And then the other, is the 36 year old version of Frank West, wearing sunglasses, the same headset, black unbuttoned black coat, white under shirt, belt keeping an army green pants up and work shoes, taking pictures over the mountains.

The pilot was a bit silent but then decided to break the ice, he then asked “Say buddy…” looking over his shoulder a bit, “You mentioned somethin’ about research for a story.”

“That’s right.” Frank West answered as he took another photo, “I got a tip that something big is happening.”

“In a nowhere little town like that?” Ed said in slight curiosity. “They sure didn’t mention anything about it on TV…”

“Yeah, well, I’m freelance pal. I don’t make my living waiting for the TV to tell me what to cover.” then he patted the pilot’s shoulder a bit that made him laugh.

They kept going in search for any sight of the town when Ed saw it and said, “Here she is.” as Frank took off his glasses to see with his eyes as the pilot continued “Willamette, Colorado. Population: 53,594. Distinguishing characteristics: Jack sh!t!” then laughed at the last one.

Frank West simply shrugged it as Ed explained, “About the only thing to do in this town is kill time at the shopping mall.” as the Photojournalist looked at something at the bridge that enters the town, so, simply using his camera so he can see what was down there.

Using the zoom in feature on the camera and taking a picture of the soldiers with an armored vehicle blocking off access to Willamette, Ed had taken notice but barely been able to see what was down there.

“What was that? The army?”

Frank West shrugged again as he looked at them at the bridge as they entered town, “Looks like taking a helicopter was the way to go.” he sighed, “I bet they’ve got all the roads blocked off by now.” then he got up, then walked over to the pilot as he commanded “Alright, listen… I wanna get shots of the whole town before the National Guard finishes roping it off. Take me over to the main street.”

Ed nodded as Frank walks over back to his view pouch to continue taking photos as they head over to the main street of Colorado town of Willamette.

-Back to U!Takeo, U!Dempsey, Miss Pauling, Scarlett and Medic back in the Willamette Mall-

They had gotten back to the Leisure Park located in the mall, back to where they had woken up in and met this guy who calls himself “Alex Mercer” when they met him.

“Well, we’re back here again, from what I read from here this is Leisure park.” she explained as Takeo and Dempsey looked around the area for any zombies that managed to get in somehow, “From Zombies to more of them here,” Scarlett mumbled as she looked around the park.

“Ya think?” Dempsey grinned, “Welcome to our world.”

“No time for jokes, Dempsey.” Takeo relucared him as he had just brushed off the “Star Wars” comments from most of the people here, he rather not deal with this right now, right now their main priority is to secure the mall and nothing else until it’s done.

“Zhis mall had a park, from zhe look of everyzhing here, I say zhat ve are in the 2000's.” Medic said as others looked over to him with shock, “Maybe 2006 perhaps.”

“2006?” Scarlett and Pauling asked as they both looked at each other, Dempsey facepalmed at this and groaned “Again with the time-traveling bullsh!t....” then looked at Takeo who now noticed the reality around him, then noticed the way into the food court just through the doors.

“So, what, something this happened?” Medic questioned the Marine as he scratched his head. “Yeah, and it was the movie actors who helped us in the end.”

“Ooookay?”

Takeo said nothing as he looked at the glass double doors and saw something dressed in a red cloak and wore a mask that appeared to be skinned pig head and… they appeared to be a female pig person who was dragging someone unconscious into it, he yelled “Everyone!”

They all looked to see what made him yell and saw it too, “What the… Someone is being kidnapped!”

“My thoughts exactly Dempsey.” Takeo as he unsheathed his sword then looking over to the two ladies, “If this was the person behind the outbreak as Tapp thinks it was then we must act immediately.”

“He’s right! Let’s go!” he yelled as he ran toward the doors with Takeo trying to stop him but failed, he sighed in annoyance as he facepalmed “That idiotic American…” he muttered. He then ran for the doors too, Medic, Miss Pauling and Scarlett looked at each other before they ran after the duo together for backup. There was muffled screaming when they both got closer to the door, waiting for the rest of the group to come closer.

Takeo and Dempsey looked at each other before nodding then they both reared back and kicked both doors open with sheer force.

They heard the muffled screaming clearly now, it was a woman struggling to break free from her captor's grip.

The captor is in fact wearing a pig mask, a skinned pig mask with black wig attached to it and wore a crimson red cloak that covers most of their legs and jeans with black boots.

They were covering the woman's mouth, to prevent her from screaming for help and had her hands cuffed behind her back.

"Hey!"

Pigface had finally noticed them after dragging the woman far into the food court. They quickly dropped her and then from their sleeves were hidden blades.

Ultimis Takeo Masaki, unamused, took out his katana and took a stance, that seems to frightened the Pig that much as their blades are quickly hidden away and then ran away.

"Don't let him get away!" Takeo declared as he pointed at the Pig as Dempsey soon yelled "Get him!"

Dempsey and then Takeo ran after the masked villain as Miss Pauling, Scarlett and ran over to the woman on the ground to check her, Medic and Miss Pauling looked over to Scarlett with looks of concern upon seeing her.

This woman was unconscious upon hitting the floor but she was a strange dark gray long sleeved shirt with straps attached to them, with dark red bands on both sleeves, a belt that kept her equally dark red pants with black boots with belts on them.

She had been 33 years old as her hair is casual brown and cut shorter than the two girl’s in their group. It had gone upward in a spikely style as Medic checked her pulse and his shoulders lowered with calm yet relieved. “She is conscious,” Medic said, “But she is okay.”

“That’s good, Doc.”

Miss Pauling nodded as she looked at Scarlett once again and said “Scarlett, go help them get that-”

“The Pig?” Scarlett asked with her eyebrows raised with confusion, Miss Pauling looks at her with a look that is unfazed. “Yes.” She then answered with annoyance as she fiddles around the handcuffs a bit and then commanded “They’ll gonna need you for this, now go.”

With a nod, she took out her welling and then went after the two who were chasing the Pigface and she found them looking around for any sign of the Pig. “Need help?” she asked as she looked around for the Pig as well.

“Pretty much.” He said as he looked over to the Japanese Captain and asked “Can’t you use your plant powers to hold him down?”

“I can and can not.” Takeo softly answered as he placed his hand on his chest as Scarlett and his Dempsey looked over to him with confusion and puzzlement. “Why is that?” she asked.

“I can feel each plant and vine here, they are real but the ones I can’t feel were fake.”

“Fake?”

“The hell, you can tell the difference between organic and inorganic things?” Dempsey said.

Ultimis Takeo nodded as he used his hand that was on his chest to feel the inorganic flower plant and he felt it’s leaves are nothing but plastic and it was sudden.

A hidden blade came out of nowhere and tried to strike him in the chest, it was all in a flash caused by the Pig, Pigface then tried to strike him again but remembered his skills in combat, he quickly dodged it then his clenched his hand into a fist and veins on it was turned once again turned visible black and a real rose bush that were behind the Pig had suddenly grew and then it launched at them with thorns had turned sharper.

Pigface turned then barely dodged it but the cloth of their jacket had ripped and torn from the attack and making Takeo stumble from the attack as he too tried to dodge it. The Pig held their arm as it bleed blood as they looked at him.

Dempsey and Scarlett pointed their guns at Pigface as Takeo said “You are surrounded, surrender now, so there won’t be any bloodshed.”

“...” The Pig said nothing as they reached something in their pocket with their bloodied hand as Dempsey shouted “Hey!” but it was all a blur in a minute as they flew something down onto the ground and their vision was blinded in a puff of smoke.

They coughed as they swatting the air trying to gain back their vision as the smoke slowly clears up, Takeo was ready to use the rose bush again as it’s vines surrounding him, ready to obey any command from him but when he turned to attack them, the Pig was gone just as suddenly as they appeared.

“Where the f*&% did that pig go?!” he said, looking around the court for Pigface but nowhere to be found in the food court. If looking at the strange names of the food shops is enough, the Pig may be just enough of that.

“Where did they go?” Scarlett asked in confusion as she lowered her gun a little but did not want to let her guard down just yet. “I do not know…” Takeo only answered as the vines were lowered when he looked at them, before lowering his hand completely and the thorny vines then returned to the rose bush and hidden like nothing had happened as Scarlett and Dempsey watched.

“Still, can’t understand why you are like this, controlling plants and pointed out the fake ones-”

“I don’t know Dempsey.” Takeo began as he looked at his back of hand and watched the black veins fade into his sleeve, leaving no traces of them behind for temporary time being.

“Still, something that is behind our situation had given this power for a reason.”

“Then there must be a good one, Takeo.” Scarlett said as she looked at him along with Dempsey, they heard a groan and they all immediately stood and pointed their weapons at something but Miss Pauling who had the unconscious woman over her shoulder with the help of Medic had shouted “Hold it! It’s us.” as the woman groaned.

“Sh!t… We could’ve killed you!”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t, Corporal.” Medic said humorly as he looked at a nearby chair and then picked it up and then sets it close to the two women and Miss Pauling had her sit down as Scarlett walks over to them as the woman began to wake up to what was going on around her.

“Ugh… Wha…. What happened?” the woman groadingly as she looked around then soon found herself surrounded by two other women and three men, she had naturally been scared right as she yelled “Huh!? Where am I?!” as she wanted to get up but Scarlett quickly stopped her as she said, “Hold on, hold on. It’s alright now!”

The woman looked at her and then to the group and said “Who the hell are you?” Dempsey crossed his arms together as Takeo looked at her too, being very confountial and scared is what he can understand as Scarlett looks at her with sight worry for this woman. “If we want to know, can you tell us what had happened.”

“The pig,” she began with stutters, “was his appearance!”

[Collab of me and TikTak AKA This-Person-is-Slowly-Dying on Tumblr]

“Apprentice of who?” Takeo questioned as he looked at her, “Jigsaw! He’s testing me! Maybe testing us here!” she yelled as she crossed her arms with her face being all red from embarrassment.

“Jigsaw? The one that Tapp had told us?” Miss Pauling asked, the woman nodded but then soon the woman was shocked to hear the detective’s name from the other woman’s mouth. “Who, David Tapp?”

She nodded as she looked at her carefully now, surprised that she knows this man. “You know him?” Takeo asked.

“I was in one of Jigsaw’s victims, he… He helped me.” she said softly as she looked at the floor as everyone looked at her with confusion and suspicion. “He helped you? Vith vhat exactly?”

“Survival and gratefulness of life.” she said with a motto-tone in her voice, it almost sounded sad and stressed that made Scarlett even more suspicious towards her.

*This woman is… something more than a victim. *It reminds you of the story about the wolf in sheep’s clothing… *But you need to confront her later.

“We can talk about this later, we can take you to him now.” Scarlett offered as she crossed her arms but not wanted to look like she is judging her as Dempsey and Medic clearly see it on her face.

Takeo offered her his hand as he said “Can you walk just fine, Miss?”

“Yeah, I think so. There’s really no need to call me “Miss.” Uh.”

“I am Takeo Masaki, and these people are my allies.” He said as she took his hand and then  pulled her up as she recalled his uniform and knowing this was inspired by something (Star Wars) she knows but she felt like not to mention it to him as she felt it would be disrespectful.

“Vell, since you know David Tapp, ve vould like to know your name as vell?” Medic asked as he looked at her for any injuries once again as the strange victim of Jigsaw. “Amanda,” she introduced herself, “Amanda Young.”

“Nice to meet ya, Amanda.” Miss Paulling greeted Amanda looked at her with curiosity about the Detective and so, with little hesitation she asked “Is he here? In the mall?” “He is, he’s back at the Entrance Plaza and helping with everyone making the barricade stronger.” Dempsey said as he placed his hands on his hips and then looked around the area to make sure the Pig hasn’t come back. “And that Pigface-”

“Pighead.”

“Pighead,” He corrected himself, “Isn’t gonna do anything to ya now since Takeo had uh… Roughen him up a bit.” he lied on that part as Amada looked at him rather sensed that he was being dishonest.

“Let’s just get going, okay?” Amanda insisted as she walked ahead but stumbles a little bit as others walked up to her and with Dempsey offering to help her walk but she struged him off. They all filed out of the Food court and back out into the park as Takeo stopped to look at the tree.

Scarlett was walking by him when he stopped, she slowed down her pace and then stopped to look at what he was doing. The Captain placed his hand on it’s bark and then focused on what he wanted from it, he took a deep breath and then let out a sigh as he waited and waited…

A root from under the tree sprouted and then climbs up the tree as it slowly turns into a dark green vine and making its way to his hand and it slid into his under sleeve and coiling around his wrist until it’s fully hidden under his shirt before doing the same thing about with his other hand while Scarlett watched as she stood in a healthy distance.

“What are you doing, Tak?” she asked out of curiosity, making Ultimis Takeo to look at her as he adjusts his sleeves a little to hide the vines wrapped around his wrists and forearms and only answered “I had a trick on my sleeves, literally.” before walking ahead, leaving Scarlett there for a moment before she jogs after him with the others who were talking about what had transpired. 11:55

Shaw had placed a propane tank on the bench with the help of Primis Nikolai who was carrying a bench and then set it up side-ways then gently pushed and placed it. Nikolai turned to get more other heavy objects but then noticed that half of their group had come back but with Amanda Young in tow, the Russian raised an eyebrow towards this unfamiliar woman but David Tapp was surprised to see her.

“Amanda?” David Tapp said in shock to see here, Nikolai looked over to the detective with confusion and said, “You know this woman?”

“She was a victim of Jigsaw, one of those who managed to survive one of his traps.” David explained as he walked over to the others along with Nikolai and Shaw as others that continued on to barricade the Entrance.

“They were right,” Amanda started, “You are here. Did he bring you here too?” as others walked ahead to help everyone once again after scouting out. “I’m pretty sure.” he said as he looked at her carefully and noticed there were signs of struggle on her.

David immediately asked “Was it Jigsaw?! Did he try to kidnap you did he- Nevermind, what did he look like?!”

Amanda Young took several steps back as Scarlett and Miss Pauling looked at this scene going on as she answered “No, I didn’t. He only had a pig mask so I couldn’t see his face. This is the thousandth time I have answered that.”

David Tapp, looked at her, unsatisfied and frustrated when he realized that there were two women who were watching this and then asked “What happened while you were out there? You must’ve seen him!”

“David,” Scarlett started as she shurshered Miss Pauling to get behind her, “Let’s just calm down for a moment.” she continued as she and Miss Pauling are now going backwards from the detective and then Diego and Dempsey stood protectively in front of them.

Diego was curious about what had happened to this strange woman they had brought here and seeing that David knew this woman so he questioned “What had happened back there, Scarlett?”

“We’re were out in the Leisure Park and we saw Amanda being taken by the Pig, we had put a stop to it but the Pig had-”

“Had escaped? Is that it??” David shouted with further mental frustration, but then, suddenly as it began, he calmed down so he couldn’t draw further attention to himself in this pointless interrogation of this case. “I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” he quickly apologized to Scarlett, Amanda and Miss Pauling then nodding to Nikolai and Stanton before walking away and looking around, he looked like he was lost for a moment before turning his attention to another survivor carrying a plant pot.

“Need help with that?” he quickly asked as he pointed at the pot before reaching for it.

“No I-” she started to say but was quickly cut by Tapp taking the pot from and then going over to the barricade, leaving her behind with her arms open then she threw them in the air and letting them hit her waist while they watched.

Scarlett looked down for a moment and then looked at Amanda Young and asked, “Is he like this?”

“Ya think?” she quickly answered with her arms crossed, “He was obsessed with the Jigsaw case when his partner died.” to winch it caught Primis Nikolai’s attention.

“He had a partner?” the Russian asked, looking at this woman now. “He didn’t told me that he-”

“He does have a partner, his name was Steven Sing.” she explained as she watched him helping other survivors along with Primis Richtofen to strengthen the barricade. “He was a homicide detective when they had brought doctor, Lawrence Gordon, into the police station when I was the first person who had survived Jigsaw’s reverse bear trap game and he was the first suspect on the case.”

“Was this Lawrence there when they interrogated you for the first time?” he asked out of curiosity.

“Of course, later on they found Jigsaw’s hideout, an abandoned mannequin factory. Without a search warrant and that is also where they had found a man named Jeff Ridenhour strapped in one of his traps. When Jigsaw was coming down via elevator, they recovered Jeff with a cloth that was covering him and then hid somewhere in the hideout and waited for him to show himself winch he didn’t because of the robes until they knew they had to act.”

“And that had…?”

“That had given David a scar on the neck after the killer had slashed his throat when he tried to hold him there while Sing frees that man from the trap that had distracted him and that gave him a chance and got away. Sing attempted to chase after him but he ran into a trap that claimed his life and his corpse was later found by Detective Tapp who was weakened by the injury.”

Nikolai then looked over to David Tapp with pity and sorry for the man who had lost his partner as the detective is helping two other residents of Williamette with the barricade. “He was later discharged from the force after Sing’s death and doing an investigation without a warrant but did you think that stopped him from the Jigsaw case? No.” she concluded finally with a heavy sigh.

“I see.” Nikolai said as he looked at her as he clearly saw the picture of why the Detective is like this and asked “Do you think that Lawrence is the Jigsaw Killer?” out of further curiosity.

“No but David believes so.”

Scarlett looked at Amanda now with further suspicion, she had a feeling that this woman had something more to do and she wanted to look at this further but she had to do this one later. She then turned to Miss Pauling and said, “Come on, we gotta help everyone with the barricade.” before grabbing her by the shoulder and then pushing her ahead as the woman with glasses groaned in annoyance just as Richtofen is dragging a bench to the barricade and someone else besides them is walking down the stairs.

The bench was making a loud screeching noise that spooked and annoyed anyone around him, if he tried pushing it or pulling it, he would only be met with someone yelling “Stop making that noise!” and “You want the zombies to be coming to us if you make that noise, don’t you!?” or it’s just too heavy.

“Aghk!” he snapped at the bench as he was pulling it closer to the entrance just inches closer now, “Of course, give zhis ‘redecorating’ task to zhe Doctor just to keep zhe zombies out!” he rebuked as he was mentally yelling at the bench, nobody and nothing else.

But he then realized there was someone standing on the other side of the bench, he had sensed that whoever this man is must be curious or maybe wanted to help?

He looked up and like that, Frank West was right there with his arms crossed looking at him with a stare and eyebrows raised.

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He straightened himself up and then picked up the bench then his attention had been taken by the Photojournalist once again when he cleared his throat.

“Uh…” He began to say as he looked at him once again, “Care to help me vith zhis, sir?” he kindly yet hesitantly asked as Shaw and Nikolai looked at the strange unfamiliar newcomer. “Care to explain what’s going on?” Frank asked the struggling Doctor fairly quickly, “What zombies?”

Richtofen simply fired back “Vhat is ‘going on’ is zhat.” he jabbed as he pointed at the barricaded entrance and seeing a horde of zombies on the other side of the door and outside the mall, he then continued “If zhey are not zombies, vhat else can you give a name to?”

Zombies on the other side of the door just stood there, not moving but scratching themselves and stumbling around in there for Frank to see, he took pictures of this while Richtofen looked on and then continued “Zhere’s been more of zhem last night zince zhe outbreak started, I believe zheir numbers are increasing vhen zhe bite someone.”

Frank was barely listening to the Doctor when he felt an arm hitting him on the stomach a little bit when Richtofen reassured “But a good news of zhis sitaution is zhat zhese zombies are far too slow und dumb so, ve should be safe in here, should be.”

“Yeah good and-?” Frank started but was quickly interrupted by Edward when he finished  “Und I need help ‘redecorating’ zhe door before ve are eaten alive please.”

The photojournalist humored “Uh, I don’t think the zombies will come inside from your horrible attempt at ‘redecorating’ the door.” to the clearly annoyed German before him as he sneered “Shut up.”

“But I’ll help.”

“Thank you.” Doctor thanked him as Frank West went to grab the other side of the bench and then helped Richtofen on moving the bench to the entrance while the Russian softly said “Was this man here before?”

“I do not know, my Russian friend, he just seemed to come from the second floor and walked up to Richtofen when he was struggling. Seemed to be a helpful lad.” Shaw only answered.

“I do not know,” Nikolai questioned, “He is new here, on the day after the night of the zombie outbreak happened. What is he here for?”

Primis Nikolai’s eyes looked after Frank West as he walked through the crowded halls of the Entrance Plaza as he looked around the area, he then sees an Hispenic woman that is fairly beautiful with long hair, a long-sleeved traditional central American shirt that is revealing her shoulders, short long black pants with heels. He tried to go over to her but he was stopped by Engineer who said “Hey.” when he stood in front of him.

“There’s no time to go flirt around with the ladies, son!” He said as the woman walked away, Frank had missed his chance when the Engineer said “Best not forget there is a horde of zombies outside, do ya?”

“I’m well aware of that.” Frank said as he tried to look over the Engineer who said “Well, ain’t ya curious?" As he crossed his arms.

"Yeah and-"

"We need more heavy stuff to hold the barricade to keep these walking corpses outside and hopefully it will keep them out until help arrives." Engineer ordered the reporter as he pointed out a pile of stuff and then said "If the heavy lifting is too heavy, Diego can help ya out."

"Who's Diego?"

Engineer then pointed at the Mexican who had lifted a box and then started heading for the entrance.

Frank looked at the Hispanic man for a moment before shrugging and then heading for the pile as he was told to do, looked at the first object he saw and blends over to pick up but then, he glanced over to the cage blocking off the full access into the mall and on the other side of it was an old man, not too fail but just a little bit with a support of a cane he had in his hand.

The old man was wearing red coat, white dress shirt, pants and black shoes as he walked around in Frank’s sight, right away he picked his camera that was hanging around on his neck and was about to take a picture, old man seemed to noticed him and right away goes over to the gate, shouting “You! Stop right there!” as he pointed at him with his finger and then using his cane to attack the reporter while he took pictures as he yelled “Do you have any idea what you’ve done!? Why did you summon me to this place? What are you planning?!”

“Will you calm down?! I don’t even know what you’re talking about!” Frank bellowed out as he took a few steps back, an old man had grunted from his attack on the photojournalist, he drew his cane back and then walked away from the gate just as Diego walked back to him with a curious intention.

“What is that about, amigo?” he asked as he looked at Frank West who looked at him but before they knew it, there was a crashing sound, they turned around to see what was going on and much to Frank’s confusion and Diego’s utter horror, an old woman was taking the barricade apart frantically as she yelled “Madonna! My Madonna is out there!” and slight whimpering from a lamber-doodle is heard from the other side of the door.

“What are you thinking?” “Knock it off!”

Both men exclaimed as they rushed over and tried to stop her but she was persistent and stumbled to unlock the door. “Wait, baby! I’m saving you, baby!”

“She must not unlock it!” Takeo yelled out as Nikolai and Dempsey looked at him and then they both ran over to the barricade.

“Wait for me, sweetie!” she shouted as she (unwittingly) opened the door after unlocking it and letting in a horde of zombies into the mall as both men tried to forcefully shut the door as the old woman tried crawling over to her dog and screaming for her while the zombies stumbled into the building as she was eating alive.

But she wasn’t the only one that she was eaten, the zombie was on top and eating one of the men that had tried to stop her, blood was spraying everywhere when the teeth dug in.

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Diego stood there in disbelief as Frank West looked at the incoming horde entering the mall when they both heard Brad yelling from above “What in the hell are you people doing?!”

Making Frank and others looked up to see him on the balcony, looking down at everyone as he waved his arm as he shouted “Run! Quick! Move! Get over here! Everyone! Move this way! Quick! To the stairs!”

Diego looked at Scarlett then to Spy before moving his attention to the horde as Brad yelled “Move!”

Diego ran over to her, grabbing her hand and said “We have to go!” before running with her in tow, Spy, Shaw and Nikolai followed suit but not before yelling over his shoulder to the confused reporter “Grab something! Use it as a weapon! Defend yourself!”

Engineer and Medic aren’t hesitant to get their weapons out either, Engineer had a shotgun rifle, a Winchester kind, and fired a round into one zombie’s head as it came too close as he was cursing under his breath, “Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!” and Medic sawing one’s arm off before going at the neck at full force, decapitating it before stating “Vould you like a second opinion?: You are also ugly!”

“Shaw?” Dempsey asked, Stanton looked at the Marine and said “Yes, Mr. Dempsey?”

“Can I borrow one of your acid bombs?”

“Yes? What for-”

Before Stanton could finish the question as he got one out for Dempsey, he then took it and managed to hold one of the zombies far from him as possible before shoving the bomb in it’s mouth and then pushing it away from him just seconds before the acid bomb could detonate.

Acid melting the zombie’s face as it burned but it also got several other zombies as well, Shaw looked over to Ultimis Dempsey and said “Well, that’s unnessercery.” as Dempsey looked back at him and only answered “I’d don’t play nice with zombies, Stanton.”

They heard Pyro yelling for them to come up on the left stairs, both men heard a revolver going off and bullets killed several zombies, they turned to see Spy, Scarlett, Miss Pauling, Primis Nikolai and Diego had got out revolver, two wellings, a pistol, shotgun and one welling for Diego with Ultimis Takeo, Medic and Engineer in tow as Shaw said “Dearie-!”

“We can talk later, Shaw!” Scarlett only said as she gestures to the stairs and Spy saying “Move!” as they all go up the left stairs together as Pyro had gotten out a fire thrower and letting them and other surviving survivors pass by and making sure to burn anything that is dead and infected doesn’t get to them as they walked backwards and then running with them.

The last one who got to the right stairs after others was Frank West, he was running when he stopped and then turned around to see a horde of zombies as he panted before turning and then running the rest of the way back to the staff room.

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Ella's mother calls her clever at least twice that I heard.

LITTLE ELLA HAS A LEGIT FULL SIZED CAROUSEL HORSE IN HER BEDROOM??? And with that, it looks like there was at least 1 puppet stage, what I can only assume to be a carousel music box but it's built like a Christmas Pyramid, a mobile, and a canopy bed.

The way she and her dad both say thank you this must have been very difficult for you when they get news the one they love is dying???

The Just So and Shall We lines repeat too.

The dress she's wearing when her father returns and when her mother's dying are the same, it just had fake flowers on it when he returns.

We see 3 different Ella's walking with her father toward the meadow. There's little Ella in Black after her mother dies, then what I assume is teenage Ella in a white or blue floral dress sand her hair work to the side and flowing over her shoulder, and then Lily.

Ella lets her shoes hand off her feet a lot

Her physical reaction to her father mentioning Lady Tremaine even before he says anything about marriage.

That butterfly comb will never NOT remind me of Rose's in Titanic.

I can't see anyone in that time period actually making their day Lucifer???

I hate Lady Tremaine's black hat when we first meet her.

The way Ella smiles and laughs for her father and then visibly deflates the instant he turns around KILLS me.

When the Tremaines arrive, Ella's mother's portrait is on the bookshelf in the study/parlor/whatever that room is where she died.

Drisella tells Anastasia their mother's lying about the house being charming and says it's just manners. Anastasia tells her to shut up.

The look Ella's father gives Anastasia when she says they never thought to decorate, and how he looks back at Ella.

Before he leaves on that last trip, Ella KNOWS he isn't well and she can tell something going to happen.

Why the fuck does Tremaine get so jealous of hearing about Ella's mother when she CLEARLY doesn't love her father?

The way Anastasia and Tremaine both look at Drisella after the complexion line kills me.

Like... Tremaine legit kept up a smile until the carriage pulled away and it was gone in less time than it took to blink.

The harp just sitting in the corner. Totally Ella's mother's. Js.

When Tremaine banishes her to the attic, it sounds like Ella was going to say something about staying in a smaller room?

By the time Ella and Tremaines talk in the study/parlor, all of her things, her father's things, and her mother's things are packed up and set aside, including the portrait of her mother. Suspicious much?

Anastasia and Drisella have toys. At first, we are Anastasia holding a doll and Drisella a rabbit, but they switch later.

Casual reminder that Ella's the youngest, since Anastasia calls her their little sister.

I want a full version of Lily singing Sing Sweet Nightingale and Lavender's Blue.

There are flower decorating and motifs all over this house. The walls. The clothes. Even in the stone wall in the kitchen.

Ella's look at Drisella while she's singing. And like... Tremaine herself tells her to shut up, but she gets mad at Ella for being like cringe.

Ella immediately knows as soon as she opens the door and see Farmer John.

Tremaine is a damn good actress though. Her eyes treating when they get the news.

THE BEEHIVES ARE SO CUTE.

That red bedroom of Tremaine's is so garish though.

Another casual reminder: ELLA NEVER GOT TO PROPERLY MOURN HER FATHER BECAUSE SHE WAS WORKING 24/7.

I imagine the scraps they gave her to eat lessened as time went on and they had less food and money. But she always shared them, no matter how meager.

Jacqueline is iconic.

A GIANT POT OF LAVENDER IS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS TO THE ATTIC FROM THE KITCHEN.

Gods that robe of Tremaine's is AWFUL.

"Is there someone we've forgotten" They're dehumanizing her already. What a cunt.

Ella riding barebacked and workout reigns will never NOT impress me tbh.

Convince me the stag wasn't a test for both Ella and Kit from Fairy godmother.

Gods Richard was PERFECT in this role. And every time I hear his real accent I'm shook.

Kit's fucking whipped from the start.

Ella only calls him Kit. You can't tell me otherwise.

His sympathy when she says "They treat me as well as they're able". Tell me that this like doesn't ring in his head later and that's why he knows she's been stopped from coming to him.

RICHARD'S DIMPLES

IT'S KIT. KIT. I'M KIT. You absolute fucking disaster of a man 🤣🤣

And you know the Captain never lets him live that down.

Kit goes away a little and comes back when he says he hopes to see her again.

Ella's little lip bite.

Gods those blue and yellow split outfits on the palace staff are ATROCIOUS.

The banter with Kit and the King. And Kit and Ella in the secret garden.

MASTER PHINEAS.

Why are Kit's outfits so attractive?? 🥺

Kit and the king are so short compared to the Captain and the Grand Duke.

The Captain's laugh.

"That's very kind of you. To think of me." My poor baby.

THE LOOKS AFTER SHE CLAPS BACK IN FRENCH. SLAY.

Also, "I speak French not Italian".

Kit, honey you can say it's for the people all you want. You're not fooling anyone.

What the actual fuck does moonface even mean??

Ella making her dress in a day??? Damn girl.

I love Fairy godmother's beggar woman cloak???

Gods I HATE Lady Tremaine.

Ella's pink dress swear her mother's wedding dress like in the deleted song from the cartoon. And this is the hill I'll die on.

"Hairy dogfather" JFC.

I'd have liked the whole fairy godmother getup better without those dinky little wings tbh.

Ella not knowing what cantaloupe is.

MR. FUCKING GOOSE.

I'm sorry, but the lizard footmen creep me out. THEY DIDN'T NEED TO GIVE THEM THOSE TEETH LIKE WTF.

Ok but like... Would the greenhouse have been repaired at midnight though???

Honestly, Disney deprived us all of Lily being trapped in the pumpkin a la the Cinderella episode of Britannica's Tales Around the World with Pat Morita.

WHY TRANSFORM THE MICE. IT'S A FARM. THEY HAVE HORSES.

"I can't drive, I'm a goose" is my favorite line.

Unpopular opinion??? But I liked the ballgown better either without the butterflies or during the transformation when there was only those few blue ones.

I do like the gold butterflies in the slippers though.

I want to know how they got the crystals to stay in Lily and Helena's hair.

Sitting in a crinoline must be awful.

The palace is stunning.

I love every single one of the chandeliers in this movie.

The king waves at Chelina and Kit KNOWS.

The girl on the staircase next to the Tremaines when they get introduced laughs at them. And honestly, same.

"Someone I meet once TONIGHT".

For real, how did the guards at the stairs not hear Ella's name or that her footman was a lizard? They were like not even 5 feet away.

Ella playing with her skirt when she happy and scared.

KIT'S SMILE.

I wish we saw more of the purple in the ballgown.

I love that Ella's descent had Lavender's Blue and the dance has Once Upon A Dream in the score.

The Captain HAD to have told Kit that the Grand Duke already promised him to Chelina. And who gave him the right to do that anyway?

Kit's stammering.

Ella's gasp when he takes her waist and the way she looks at him is like the signature Lily shot. They did the same thing in War & Peace.

"They're all looking at you. Believe me they're all looking at YOU".

The one part in the dance where they kinda flap their arms up and down reminds me of a butterfly and idk why.

Dancing wearing a sword had to be tough. Especially when your partner's in a crinoline and a heavy ass dress. Props to Richard.

Lily tripping at one point during the dance.

Even Chelina loves Ella let's be real here.

Why is there so much telling people to shut up in this movie???

WE GOTTA FACE FACTS HERE, KIT AND ELLA ARE EVEN BETTER AND MORE LOVING PARENTS THAN THEIR OWN WERE.

I love the secret garden scene so much.

When Kit puts the shoe on her foot... Why is that like 😏😏. I hate feet. Why is that breathtakingly romantic??

Why do they always hesitate? GO AFTER HER IMMEDIATELY DAMN IT.

The crier's aids when he hits his head on the stairs.

Ella's interaction with the king.

Kit you're so slow. She's in glass heels and a crinoline and she still outran you.

DISNEY I WANT A DIRECTOR'S CUT OF THE FILM WITH ALL THE DELETED SCENES PUT BACK IN. I NEED KIT SAYING THE LADY ISN'T HERE TO DEFEND HERSELF.

They honestly don't see the footman using his coat tails to lower the portcullis??

Anastasia actually seemed pretty nice to Ella after the ball? Saying she looked cheerful and patting her arm? But then again, we really only see Tremaine and Drisella ripping the dress soooo?

ELLA YOU CAN'T KEEP A SECRET TO SAVE YOUR LIFE.

Girl you need a better hiding place than under the floorboards.

But like the music in the attic after the ball is so sweet???

KIT AND HIS FATHER. THANK YOU FOR LETTING HIM CRY AND SAY I LOVE YOU.

Also like... Notice that Tremaine's Just so to Ella's father was really patronizing and condescending. Ella's to Kit was insecure and uncertain. But the king's to Kit was proud.

At least Kit's not dumb. He's meet this girl multiple times. He don't need a shoe to tell him it's her.

WHY RIP THE ORIGAMI BUTTERFLY THOUGH.

Ella was full on ready to die in that attic to save Kit.

Why do all they guys' pants fit really well except Stellan's? His are loose and baggy.

Y'all know this girl is young and blonde wtf.

Also, fun fact. The girl that asks the Captain if she can try the other foot is Mimi Ndiweni. She played Fringilla in The Witcher on Netflix.

The Grand Duke turning away from the old lady, but the Captain letting her yet the slipper on anyway. 🥺

I want to know where in the line Kit was hiding.

Also how many takes they had to do of Sophie and Holliday trying the slipper on. Cause I wouldn't have been able to do it without laughing. Especially at Holliday's face.

Like... Even if the plan had gone down the way the Grand Duke and Tremaine wanted, I don't see him keeping his word to make her a counted and get good marriages for Anastasia and Drisella.

"YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN AND YOU NEVER WILL BE MY MOTHER".🗣️🗣️

Ella and Kit is my favorite score in the whole movie.

You know, the girls actually seen happy for Ella. Especially Anastasia. Her and Ella getting along better like in Dreams Come True is canon ok.

NEVER GONNA GET OVER KIT AND ELLA WEARING THEIR PARENTS' RINGS.

I love Ella's wedding gown.

Where did they get all those flowers in the winter though 😂

[theyoungvisiters]

The Young Visiters Or, Mr Salteena’s Plan

CHAPTER 2 STARTING GAILY

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When the great morning came Mr Salteena did not have an egg for his brekfast in case he should be sick on the jorney.

What top hat will you wear asked Ethel.

I shall wear my best black and my white alpacka coat to keep off the dust and flies replied Mr Salteena.

I shall put some red ruge on my face said Ethel because I am very pale owing to the drains in this house.

You will look very silly said Mr Salteena with a dry laugh.

Well so will you said Ethel in a snappy tone and she ran out of the room with a very superier run throwing out her legs behind and her arms swinging in rithum.

Well said the owner of the house she has a most idiotick run.

Presently Ethel came back in her best hat and a lovly velvit coat of royal blue. Do I look nice in my get up she asked.

Mr Salteena survayed her. You look rarther rash my dear your colors dont quite match your face but never mind I am just going up to say goodbye to Rosalind the housemaid.

Well dont be long said Ethel. Mr S. skipped upstairs to Rosalinds room. Goodbye Rosalind he said I shall be back soon and I hope I shall enjoy myself.

I make no doubt of that sir said Rosalind with a blush as Mr Salteena silently put 2/6 [pence] on the dirty toilet cover.

Take care of your bronkitis said Mr S. rarther bashfully and he hastilly left the room waving his hand carelessly to the housemaid.

Come along cried Ethel powdering her nose in the hall let us get into the cab. Mr Salteena did not care for powder but he was an unselfish man so he dashed into the cab. Sit down said Ethel as the cabman waved his whip you are standing on my luggage. Well I am paying for the cab said Mr S. so I might be allowed to put my feet were I like.

They traveled 2nd class in the train and Ethel was longing to go first but thought perhaps least said soonest mended. Mr Salteena got very excited in the train about his visit. Ethel was calm but she felt excited inside. Bernard has a big house said Mr. S. gazing at Ethel he is inclined to be rich. [laughter] Oh I’m just going to keep going. I shouldn’t, really, but god, Chapter 2 is so long...

Oh indeed said Ethel looking at some cows flashing past the window. Mr. S. felt rarther disheartened so he read the paper till the train stopped and the porters shouted Rickamere station. We had better collect our traps said Mr Salteena and just then a very exalted footman in a cocked hat and olive green uniform put his head in at the window. Are you for Rickamere Hall he said in impressive tones.

Well yes I am said Mr Salteena and so is this lady.

Very good sir said the noble footman if you will alight I will see to your luggage there is a convayance awaiting you.

Oh thankyou thankyou said Mr. S. and he and Ethel stepped along the platform. Outside they found a lovely cariage lined with olive green cushons to match the footman and the horses had green bridles and bows on their manes and tails. They got gingerly in. Will he bring our luggage asked Ethel nervously.

I expect so said Mr Salteena lighting a very long cigar.

Do we tip him asked Ethel quietly.

Well no I dont think so not yet we had better just thank him perlitely.

Just then the footman staggered out with the bagage. Ethel bowed gracefully over the door of the cariage and Mr S. waved his hand as each bit of luggage was hoisted up to make sure it was all there. Then he said thankyou my good fellow very politely. Not at all sir said the footman and touching his cocked hat he jumped actively to the box.

I was right not to tip him whispered Mr Salteena the thing to do is to leave 2/6 on your dressing table when your stay is over.

Does he find it asked Ethel who did not really know at all how to go on at a visit. I beleeve so replied Mr Salteena anyhow it is quite the custom and we cant help it if he does not. Now my dear what do you think of the sceenery

Very nice said Ethel gazing at the rich fur rug on her knees. Just then the cariage rolled into a beautifull drive with tall trees and big red flowers growing amid shiny dark leaves. Presently the haughty coachman pulled up with a great clatter at a huge front door with tall pillers each side a big iron bell and two very clean scrapers. The doors flung open as if by majic causing Ethel to jump and a portly butler appeared on the scene with a very shiny shirt front and a huge pale face. Welcome sir he exclaimed good naturedly as Mr Salteena alighted rarther quickly from the viacle and please to step inside.

Mr Salteena stepped in as [a] bid followed by Ethel. [Pause] Alright. The footman again struggled with the luggage and the butler Francis Minnit by name kindly lent a hand. The hall was very big and hung round with guns and mate and ancesters giving it a gloomy but a grand air. [laughter] Alright, second time I should’ve tapped out, but... The butler then showed them down a winding corridoor till he came to a door which he flung open shouting Mr Salteena and a lady sir.

A tall man of 29 rose from the sofa. He was rarther bent in the middle with very nice long legs fairish hair and blue eyes. Hullo Alf old boy he cried so you have got here all safe and no limbs broken.

None thankyou Bernard replied Mr Salteena shaking hands and let me introduce Miss Monticue she is very pleased to come for this visit. Oh yes gasped Ethel blushing through her red ruge. Bernard looked at her keenly and turned a dark red. I am glad to see you he said I hope you will enjoy it but I have not arranged any partys yet as I dont know anybody. [laughter]

Dont worry murmered Ethel I dont mix much in Socierty and she gave him a dainty smile.

I expect you would like some tea said Bernard I will ring.

Yes indeed we should said Mr Salteena egerly. Bernard pealed on the bell and the butler came in with a stately walk.

Tea please Minnit crid Bernard Clark. With pleshure sir replied Minnit with a deep bow. A glorious tea then came in on a gold tray two kinds of bread and butter a lovly jam role and lots of sugar cakes. Ethels eyes began to sparkle and she made several remarks during the meal. I expect you would now like to unpack said Bernard when it was over.

Well yes that is rarther an idear said Mr Salteena.

I have given the best spare room to Miss Monticue said Bernard with a gallant bow and yours turning to Mr Salteena opens out of it so you will be nice and friendly both the rooms have big windows and a handsome view.

How charming said Ethel. Yes well let us go up replied Bernard and he led the way up many a winding stairway till they came to an oak door with some lovly swans and bull rushes painted on it. Here we are he cried gaily. Ethels room was indeed a handsome compartment with purple silk curtains and a 4 post bed draped with the same shade. The toilit set was white and mouve and there were some violets in a costly varse. Oh I say cried Ethel in supprise. I am glad you like it said Bernard and here we have yours Alf. He opened the dividing doors and portrayed a smaller but dainty room all in pale yellow and wild primroses. My own room is next the bath room said Bernard it is decerated dark red as I have somber tastes. The bath room has got a tip up bason and a hose thing for washing your head.

A good notion said Mr Salteena who was secretly getting jellus.

Here we will leave our friends to unpack and end this Chapter. [triumphant pause, then laughter] ‘As I have somber tastes...’

[meganshinsou-tm]

birthday cake. (f)

☙ pairing: hitoshi x kiyomi

☙ theme:  birthday fluff

☙  cw/tw: profanity, wholesome fluff, self-indulgent

☙  a/n-request: this is based off my own real life experience with the birthday cake i got for hitoshi’s birthday this year. 

A thick furred silver tipped tail slammed the front door shut. Matching colored ears flattening in disappointment as Kiyomi groaned, huffing and puffing, making a lock of her hair float. 

“Maybe out of the box it won’t look so dumb?” She questioned herself while sulking into the kitchen and placing a pink rectangular box on the counter along with other grocery bags. 

The hybrid went about putting up the items, avoiding the tragedy inside the box at all costs. When everything was put up though, Kiyomi had to face it yet again. She leaned against the counter opposite of the box and stared at it, hoping and praying in her mind that maybe her illusion quirk could turn into any other kind that would fix her problem permanently and not just temporarily. 

With a sigh she deflated, tails falling to the floor and ears laying back.

“He’s going to hate it…”

Kiyomi pouted, scrunching her black wet nose to try and keep from crying. Lifting her chin, she nodded and stomped all two steps towards the bane of her existence. Clawed nails opened the box, revealing a small round cake, its edges lined with purple icing and the cheesiest image of three different colored clip-art cats wearing party hats placed smack dab in the middle. ‘Happy Birthday’ was printed and ‘Hitoshi’ was written in the same purple icing as the edges.  

So it wasn’t the prettiest or coolest cake but - it was something right? It had cats, Hitoshi’s favorite animal, well except for foxes now. If only she would’ve been able to get the cake she imagined in her mind. Round, a great picture of her lover in his hero suit printed across it with pretty flowers made of icing that matched the color scheme, swarming around the cake with other trimmings. Unfortunately though, Kiyomi may have had a problem with time management. Her days got away from her and before she knew it, Hitoshi’s birthday was only in a week! In a mad rush that Monday she went to the bakery she loved most, that made only the most beautiful cake creations ever but - they were booked for the week and weekend with cakes. All she could manage were dumb cupcakes. 

As a last resort, Kiyomi made her way to the supermarket bakery, it was better than nothing! She still had hope left, until the baker told her they couldn’t print the image she brought due to copyright issues. “This is from a magazine,” she exclaimed, almost in tears. Still there was nothing that could be done, so she asked if they could draw on just a simple cat head, to which they couldn’t. All they could do were images from their own catalog and that was a sad sad catalog to look at. Low and behold though, Kiyomi found the image that was now looking her in the face on the kitchen counter after she placed the cake on a platter. 

One of her ears perked up, arms crossed as she gnawed on a claw. 

“Well … it’s not the most hideous cake I’ve ever seen.”

Her tails came back to life, swaying around her like curious snakes. They truly had their own minds. With a hum, she located the candles she bought and placed a few on the cake. The more she looked at it, the better it got. Her fear started to subside and she thought of Hitoshi. He wasn’t a hard person to please really, and he didn’t make a big fuss about things like this. He always loved every gift she ever gave him, so maybe this wouldn’t be any different. 

“Kit, I’m home!”

“Oh shit, abort, abort!!!” Kiyomi screamed in her mind as she frantically crawled on top of the counter, arms and body covering the monstrosity and tails wrapping around her as added shields.

The sounds of footsteps padding across the floor drew nearer, her ears picking up on every wave bouncing off the walls. Hitoshi running a hand through his wild hair with a tired sigh, him sucking his teeth and his fingers scratching at the hair on his chin. 

“Babe where are … you.”

The hero round the corner into the kitchen and slowed to a stop, a purple brow quirking and matching eyes staring curiously at the girl on the counter. A cute fanged smile crossed her features, silver whisker marks shimmering when her cheekbones rose with the action.

“Welcome home Toshi! I missed you!”

“Uh-huh, Kit what the hell are you doing?”

Kiyomi tilted her head, shoulders shrugging with a fake confused hum.

“I was just napping, you know me - gotta get those extra z’s!”

Hitoshi smirked and walked closer to the counter. Anxiety building more and more in the girl before him with each step he took until his palms rested on the flat surface. His eyes raked over Kiyomi, noticing how her tails were frazzled, cheeks a nervous tint of pink, ears not exactly flat on her head but not exactly perky either. Then there was the small motion of her teeth chewing on the inside of her cheek, a small almost unhearable chittering coming from her throat. 

“You’re half fox, not half cat. I know more than anyone that your cute little ass doesn’t sleep at all unless you’re burrowed deep down in 6 layers of blankets. The kitchen counter is too ‘exposed’ for you. Want to try again?”

Silver eyes looked anywhere but straight at him, her body curling in more.

“Okay - I uh, was getting some rays, it’s warmer in here.”

Hitoshi licked and bit at his lip, trying to hide his “so done with your shit’ look before sighing.

“Kit - it’s 8pm.”

“Maybe I just wanna be on the damn counter! There’s no rules saying I can’t be Toshi!”

“You’re not wrong but you aren’t telling me the truth either. So we can go about this one of two ways. Either you stop being a little brat and tell me or I make you tell me, simple as that.”

Kiyomi’s ears flattened even more, she sucked in her lips, one tail moving to cover the lower half of her face in retaliation of Hitoshi’s light threat. However, Kiyomi didn’t think before doing this. With said tail being moved, Hitoshi caught a glimpse of what exactly his girlfriend was trying to hide. 

“What’cha got there kit?”

Kiyomi shook her head violently, tail moving back to its spot. Hitoshi looked at her, putting on his best smile and big purple puppy dog eyes as he crossed his arms and leaned onto the counter. Face inching closer and closer to her own. 

“Yomi~, that looks like a cake and it so happens to be my birthday.”

“...so.”

“So, as my birthday wish I wish to see that cake you’re guarding so aggressively.”

A sad whine escaped Kiyomi, her sulking further onto the counter. Brows furrowing as her silver eyes turned sad and she pouted. 

“That’s not fair Toshi … it’s ugly and y-you’re gonna hate it, I know it.”

Hitoshi frowned and reached out to pet at her hair, fingers scratching right behind her ear. Kiyomi tilted her head more into his touch, one of her tails subtly flapping up and down with content as he calmed her. 

“That’s not true in the least. I could never hate something from you. All of my favorite things come from you, you could give me a fucking sticker and I’d love it. Plus - its just a cake baby, it’s gonna get eaten anyway and digested and well you know.” 

Kiyomi softly snorted, her eyes blinking shut as she purred when Hitoshi trailed his fingers down her cheek to now scratch underneath her chin. 

“You’re still not playing fair, I have too many weak points for you to take advantage of.”

“So does that mean I can see?”

The hybrid sighed, looking to where she was curled around the cake. Before she unwrapped herself though, Kiyomi smiled at Hitoshi. “Not without a birthday kiss first.”

The lavenderette smirked as he tugged lightly on her chin and pulled her into a sweet kiss. Kiyomi nearly becoming a puddle on the surface of the counter, her tails frazzling with delight now and ears resting comfortably against her hair. Hitoshi thumbed over her silver whiskers, eliciting more mewls and purrs from his little kit as their kiss lingered. Hell, she could’ve just given him a kiss like this for his birthday and he’d be content. But Hitoshi knew how determined his girlfriend was, she was also a perfectionist and was hard on herself when things didn’t turn out exactly as she planned. Kiyomi nearly ran herself ragged their first christmas together with decorating and gift giving. She liked to go above and beyond for Hitoshi, he couldn’t blame her though, he did the same. He was just a lot more laid back about it, just as he was with everything else. 

Still though, Hitoshi always admired and adored Kiyomi’s determination and drive about her passions. It was one of the many things they shared. 

“I love you Kiyomi - now give me that damn cake!”

She giggled as Hitoshi ticked at her clavicle, not fighting anymore and unveiling the cake, removing herself from the counter top to stand next to him. Kiyomi hugged his arm, burying her face into it as the hero examined the item. Her ears perked at hearing him chuckle and feeling arms wrap around her frame, a kiss being pressed to her forehead. 

“You … you like it?” She asked nervously. 

“Kit, I love it, really. Its cheesy but it’s fucking perfect. You went out of your way for me like always and I appreciate it more than you know. This is the best birthday cake I’ve ever received.”

Kiyomi smiled big, showcasing her canines and making Hitoshi smile just as wide in return. He turned and hugged her tight, enjoying how all three of her tails wrapped around him. She nuzzled his chest as he pet and kissed the top of her head. 

“I’m glad you like it handsome. Next year I’ll try and top it with an even cheesier picture!”

Hitoshi smirked and mentioned how he’d love to see that as she went to grab a knife and plate to finally cut into the cake. Sure they hadn’t had dinner yet but both of them could never turn down sweets so one piece to share wouldn’t hurt anyone. After slicing a small piece, Kiyomi took a bite and hummed. For it to be a corny looking cake, it tasted amazing at least.

The purple haired hero grinned and stepped closer into her space, wiping off a dab of purple frosting that was left on her lip and licked it off his finger. Kiyomi went to feed the remainder of the cake to him, smiling sweetly with tails flicking as he leaned in for a bite.

“I love you,” being the last words out of her mouth before shoving the cake in his face and smearing icing all over his nose and cheeks then running off like a bat out of hell.

Hitoshi chuckled as he stood there and shucked off some of the sweet goop, sucking a bit of it off his thumb.

“Oh I love you too Kit, so much I’m going to smother you with all of my love, come here!”

[ladyfurbton]

The wedding party outside the church.

Image description:

Sunny, Gothby, Gothnita and Boo are standing outside the church. The church is yellow with a maroon roof and cross on it. Gothby is wearing a black coat and top hat. Gothnita is wearing a white dress with black lace at the bottom of it. There is a skull embroidered on the front of Gothnitas dress and she's wearing a black veil. Gothnita has some white roses. Boo is wearing a hair piece in her hair that resembles a flower with a white centre and black petals. Boo is wearing a black dress with black lace on the bottom on it. Boo is holding white roses.

Furby Descriptions:

Gothnita the black handmade plush furby has blue ears, hair and faceplate. She has googley eyes and black eye lashes.

Gothby is a small plush handmade furby. He has hair on his head that is made of thick dark purple wool. His ears are dark purple with a black diamond on the middle of each of them that is touching his head. There are three black stripes coming our from each diamond on each ear. Gothby has blacklish grey fur with a purple stripey square on his belly. His face plate and beak are both purple and his eyes are googley eyes. There are three black diamonds on each side of his face plate arranged in a triangle shape. Gothby has two purple feet with three toes on each foot. He has a black diamond on the end of each toe.

Boo is a 1998 furby with a whie tail and tuft of hair on her head. She has white ears. Her fur is white wool except for on her belly where it is cream white fur. Her face plate and eyelids are white. Her eyes are blue and his beak is a orangish yellow colour. Her feet are both white and she is wearing a a daisy earring on each ear. The daisy earrings have a yellow centre with white petals.

Sunny is a Shelby which is a clam like furby creature. His shell is shaped like a clams and is sandy brown and black striped. He has a black mane going through the middle of his shell. Under his shell are his eyes they look like a 1998 furbys eyes. His eyes are green. The area where his beak is is a pinkish red colour and his beak is below his eyes and is yellow. He has two light brown rock shaped feet below his beak and two smaller feet one each beside the big ones. There is a little bit of black fur near his feet and under his shell.

[neorattz]

[LF] post-beta dappervolk KS items [H] art, flight rising, goatlings

hi! i unfortunately wasn’t able to participate in the dappervolk kickstarter so i’m looking to trade for some of the items once dappervolk is out!

here’s what i’m looking for:

aquarium memory, golden kelp pot, jeweled harp

in return i can give you art (examples here), goatlings sugar stars/retired items, flight rising treasure/gems, or any amount of dv potatoes i earn post-beta. (currently in goatlings i have 28,664,709 ss and in fr i have 1913736 treasure and 1404 gems, i’ll also trade whatever i’ve earned past that when dappervolk releases)

tysm for reading, pls message me if ur interested!!  :D

for a full list of the retired items i have in goatlings click below! (warning it’s long)

2017 Monster Box All Star AD (x15) All Star Ball (x45) All Star Bat (x45) All Star Plush (x45) Bag Of Crystals (x45) Banana Peel (x20) Bat Bones Cake Beach Playkit (x20) Beagle Base (x5) Bean (x22) Berries And Cream AD (x11) Berries And Cream Earrings (x60) Berries And Cream Fork (x70) Berries And Cream Hat (x65) Berries And Cream Scarf (x60) Black Bow Tie (x40) Black Fox Mask (x20) Blossom (x10) Blue All Star Stars (x35) Blue Bird Plush (x10) Blue Fox Mask (x20) Blue Icy Lips (x45) Blue Icy Wink (x40) Blue Plastic Egg (x70) Blue Starry Scarf (x45) Blue Yarn Sweater (x28) Blueberry Boba Tea (x25) Book Of Poems (x25) Bookworm AD (x2) Bookworm Book Stack Bookworm Bookmark Bookworm Cute Book Stack (x3) Bookworm Glasses Bookworm Plush (x3) Boom Box Broken Horn (x5) Brontosaurus Toy (x35) Bronze Goat Coin (x9) Brown Dog Ears (x7) Brown Dog Tail (x3) Bunny Crackers (x8) Candlestick (x15) Candy Corn Cutie AD (x15) Candy Corn Hair (x25) Candy Corn Sweater (x35) Candy Heart Box (x2) Carousel AD (x30) Cats Eye Cake Cherry Leaf Cinnawitch AD Cinnawitch Plush (x7) Citrus Hat (x30) Closed Terrarium (x50) Cloud Captain Chest Clover Float (x30) Clover Top (x35) Clown Face Paint (x2) Clown Top (x3) Coastal Cutie AD (x35) Coastal Cutie Ice Pop (x45) Coastal Cutie Shades (x40) Coastal Cutie Top (x30) Coffee Bean (x18) Cow Ears (x20) Cow Suit (x10) Date Night AD (x20) Date Night Face (x25) Date Night Ombre (x30) Date Night Top (x30) Dawn Flight AD Dawn Lucky Box Dino Kid AD (x20) Disguise Glasses (x20) Disguise Specs (x17) Dog Bone (x15) Dragoat AD (x25) Dragonling AD Dusk Flight AD Earth Shirt (x20) Ethos Gem 1 Ethos Gem 2 Ethos Gem 3 Ethos Gem 4 Firefly Jar (x23) Fish Bag (x9) Fledgling AD (x30) Fledgling Birds (x30) Fledgling Face (x45) Fledgling Nest (x45) Fledgling Wings (x50) Floppy Dog Ears (x10) Floppy Dog Tail (x5) Found Treasure (x30) Fresh Hot Cocoa Cream (x30) Frost Antlers (x30) Frost Leaf (x35) Gaia AD (x45) Ghost Toy (x10) Glitch Eye Patch Glitch Face Glitch Mark Gold Koi Plush Goodnight Potion (x30) Gou AD (x7) Gou Base (x7) Gou Flowers (x7) Grapefruit Slice Icon (x20) Graveyard Cake Green Bow (x5) Green Ribbon (x5) Green Yarn Sweater (x40) Held Gift Box (x9) Herbalist AD (x15) Herbalist Capelet (x45) Herbalist Hat (x45) Herbalist Horns (x35) Herbalist Scarf (x45) Hot Cocoa AD (x15) Hot Cocoa Base (x15) Hot Cocoa Drink (x15) Jack O Lantern Box (x2) Jack O Lantern Plush (x83) Jar Of Lemonade (x45) Jelly Bean (x10) Jestling Box (x15) Karl Groom RAD Kitty Hair Clip (x30) Latte Love AD (x10) Latte Love Drink (x17) Latte Love Face (x10) Latte Love Hair (x7) Latte Love Hat (x5) Lemon Slice Icon (x20) Lily Of The Valley AD (x30) Lime Slice Icon (x20) Lionhead Goldfish Plush Long Citrus Hair (x40) Lucky Bowtie (x7) Lucky Clover (x50) Lucky Crown (x5) Lucky Face (x10) Lucky Laurel (x5) Lucky Rabbit AD (x10) Mail Kid AD (x5) Mail Kid Face (x25) Mail Kid Flowers (x20) Mail Kid Hair (x25) Mail Kid Hat (x20) Mail Kid Puppy Friend (x20) Mail Kid Top (x10) Malt Shop AD (x15) Malt Shop Face (x15) Malt Shop Fries (x15) Malt Shop Hat (x20) Malt Shop Tray (x15) Maple Leaf Soap (x40) Masked Rival AD (x2) Melancholy Poet AD (x25) Melted Hot Cocoa Cream (x15) Mended Locket Messenger Of Peace AD (x13) Mini Pumpkin (x3) Moss Pet (x35) Neapolitan Face (x5) Neapolitan Horns (x5) Neapolitan Necklace (x3) Neapolitan Sprinkles (x5) Neapolitan Swirl Cone (x7) Neapolitan Swirling AD (x6) Nightmare Eater Blob (x45) Nightmare Eater Mascot Box Nightmare Eater Ribbon (x45) Nightmare Eater Sprinkles (x35) Octo Plush (x4) Old Empty Locket (x3) Old Photo (x15) Open Terrarium (x40) Orange Dog Base (x5) Orange Dog Ears (x5) Orange Dog Tail (x5) Orange Slice Icon (x25) PJ Gift Box PJ Mitten Gift Box Peaceful Cloak (x30) Peaceful Crown (x30) Peaceful Hair (x25) Peach Boba Tea (x25) Phoenix Fox Feather (x15) Picnic Basket (x49) Picnicling AD (x30) Pinecone (x18) Pink All Star Stars (x40) Pink Bow Tie (x40) Pink Fox Mask (x10) Pink Yarn Sweater (x30) Porcelain AD (x10) Porcelain Base (x7) Porcelain Bows (x5) Porcelain Ears (x15) Porcelain Face (x10) Porcelain Teapot (x17) Pretty Paper (x3) Pretty Penny Bride RAD Pterodactyl Toy (x25) Pumpkin Head Pumpkin Seeds (x20) Pumpkin Spice AD (x3) Purple Starry Scarf (x40) Pyramid Terrarium (x50) Radioactive Cow Plush (x15) Rainbow Headscarf (x2) Rainbow Locks Red Bow Tie (x40) Rock And Roll AD (x14) Rock And Roll Hair (x29) Rock And Roll Jacket (x28) Rock And Roll Star (x28) Rose Gold AD (x30) Rose Gold Cape (x30) Rose Gold Crown (x35) Rose Gold Face (x35) Rose Gold Hair (x35) Rune Stones (x35) Scissors (x20) Sea Glass Necklace (x85) Seamstress AD (x10) Shooting Star Potion (x30) Short Citrus Hair (x40) Silver Goat Coin Sleepy Farm BG (x15) Slice Of Life AD (x35) Snow Kid AD (x10) Snow Kid Face (x10) Snow Kid Hat (x15) Snow Kid Sweater (x15) Snowdrift AD (x33) Snowdrift Muffler (x33) Snowflake Hairpin (x7) Sparkler AD (x20) Sparkler Eyes (x65) Sparkler Feathers (x35) Sparkler Ribbon (x35) Springtime Divine AD (x15) Springtime Divine Flower (x36) Springtime Divine Hair (x36) Springtime Divine Halo (x30) Sprout (x5) Sprout Shirt (x25) Squid Plush (x16) Star Chart (x30) Stargazer AD (x15) Straw Bundle (x20) Straw Doll Box Straw Doll Plush (x82) Summer Water Face (x65) Summer Waters AD (x35) Summerling AD Sweet Demon BG Sweet Demon Blob (x45) Sweet Demon Freckles Sweet Demon Mascot Box (x10) Sweet Demon Ribbon (x35) Sweet Demon Sprinkles (x45) Sweet Demon Wings (x2) Sweet Dreams AD (x10) Sweet Dreams PJs (x45) Sweet Dreams Potion (x55) Sweet Dreams Sleep Mask (x45) Sweet Kiss (x45) Sweet Nightmares Ribbon (x35) Sweet Treat AD (x15) Sweet Treat Ears (x25) Sweet Treat Horns (x25) Sweet Treat Sprinkles (x37) Tattered Cloth (x15) Tea Party AD Tea Party Box Team Jack O Lantern Tag Team Straw Doll Tag Thin Chain Thothling AD (x10) Thread (x25) Tiangou Treats (x3) Treasure Cord (x25) Treasure Horns (x20) Treasure Hunter AD (x25) Treasure Robe (x30) Triceratops Toy (x30) Tuft Of Fur (x5) Tyrannosaurus Rex Toy (x20) UFO Veil (x20) Western Rogue AD (x15) Western Rogue Face (x15) Western Rogue Garb (x25) Western Rogue Hair (x16) Western Rogue Hat (x10) White Fox Mask (x20) Winter Fir Lucky Box Yarn Ball Hat (x35) Yarn Pom Earrings (x15) Yarnling AD (x15) Year 2 Badge Yellow All Star Stars (x40) Yellow Yarn Sweater (x35)

[dark-eyed-elegance]

Meme: Muse Aesthetics

Tagged by @everarddelanden

BOLD any which apply to your muse! Add what you’d like.

Tagging ALL OF YOU

[COLORS]

red. brown. orange. yellow. green. (sky) blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. rose gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. ocean blue.

[ELEMENTS]

fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.

[BODY]

claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short/normal height (not small but not his full height if he’d continued to grow). tall. muscular. beards. piercings. tattoos. lithe.

[WEAPONS]

fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow (hi dad). hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. fire. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staves. wands. powers (the Mind gift). magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. kitchenware. fangs. hair pins.

[MATERIALS]

gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. crystal. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[NATURE]

grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lilies. pansies. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. lake. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains.

[ANIMALS]

lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. cockroaches. worms. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. foxes. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasi. dragons. rats. doves. tigers. macaw.

[FOODS/DRINKS]

sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. vodka. hard liquor. beer. ale. cider. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. soup. cheese. meat pie. sandwiches. cheesecake. soda. blood. rum. whiskey.

[HOBBIES]

music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. stand-up comedy. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. CDs. records. vinyl. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running. parkour. spinning. walking. magic. languages. antiques.

[STYLE] 

lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. brogues. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring(s). cuff links. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. jumper/sweater. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sun glasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. cane. suit. leather pants. robe(s). boyfriend shirt

[MISC]

balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. dreaming. nightmares. daydreaming. silence. noise. politics. anger. pity. cars. mechanics. alchemy. religion. travel.