#balan wonderworld au

[barbie--art]

Also fairly old, I don't really like the way Lance's face looks in the bottom reference, but still a fun AU, so I'm posting it here as well

So, this is an AU that was kinda inspired by two mythical creatures in Slavic folklore : Alkonost - the bird of happiness, and Sirin - the bird of sadness. (They were these two birds with human heads who also wore crowns, the myths about them were pretty popular in Kievan Rus aka my ancestors.) They became the prototypes for bird Balan and bird Lance respectively.

Balan's design was a bit inspired by storks, cranes and secretary birds (proportions and especially his legs) while Lance had birds-of-paradise and hawks as prototypes of his design. 

[artscheese]

Roleswap warmup thingy i did!

[memoriesofwonderworld]

New Maestro?

✨New Maestro! ✨

Meet Leala: Maestro of Loyalty

A Maestro with an appearance reminiscent of a cat, appears in very specific situations in front of the inhabitants, what surprises will this Maestro have?

[therealslimscreamer]

me when i make a balan pfp hehe

[chuwush]

Impulse made a ref for my Negati oc Pip. Yes it has a name bahaha

Pip also Known as "The little Traitor" a name given to it by Lance, is a very friendly Negati. That adores and idolizes Balan, often seen following him around and mimicking him. At some point it got it's hands onto a Tim Balan hat, Pip refuses to take it off similar to Balan. Thimble noticed this and gave it the little bow it wears. It was ecstatic upon receiving the gift.

Pip is incredibly friendly towards inhabitants, the stickers on its Face having been stuck on there by one. (Note the colors on the stickers can be whatever it doesn't really matter lol). It will also not fight Tims, but if a Tim fights it, it will run, typically towards Balan or it's Mother. (Pip is really young lol)

Pip is a minor character in the au "The maestros and the Seamstress" typically being seen of course around Balan and is the one who brings the asks to Thimble :o].

[vincentask]

Chapter 1: MidNight Plaza

It’s as if the world was against her.

 

The once optimistic, creative, and energetic little girl just suddenly felt like the world wanted to take revenge from her for taking the special person in her life away from her.

The girl, who looked like she was around twelve was going to go back to her Auntie’s house after school, all through the while she could not stop thinking about what had happened… 

No, I can’t keep thinking about her, it 

happened all so fast but….

She isolated herself from her friends, even if her auntie and father wanted to talk to her, but it always felt.. empty… when talking to them. As if there was something missing…

She looked down into the pave ways of the street, keeping a fast and steady pace for herself while she was kicking the tiniest rocks on the street

Who would do such a thing, she thought, 

No this can’t be right, why is no one telling me what happened? I want to know the truth!

As she crossed the alleyway that she usually crossed, in the corner of her eye she spotted a fluffy, pink bird-like creature with cat ears. She stopped her stride for a minute and looked at the strange, and rather cute creature for a minute.

“Timmu, timmu!”, the creature exclaimed, it wanted the girl to follow her. She followed the creature up, at least there was something to cheer her up about, it looked a bit cute..

At the end of the alleyway, she came across an abandoned, yet grandiose theater with glistening lights on the facade and with a big sign that read:

Wonderworld Theater

She never heard of this theater at all in her town, so she looked from left to right to see if anyone would take notice of the theater, but people passed by as if it never existed… it’s as if time stopped when she approached it.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted a poster standee of a shadow on what it looks like the shadow was wearing, a top hat bearing a grin. She found it...unnerving at best.

“Timmu?”, the small creature questioned. She looked down on the creature who was entering the door, it was as if it was saying “Well, aren’t you coming?”

“Well, who couldn’t say no to you..?”, she said to herself, so she opened the door and went inside….

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Once she entered inside, the entrance doors immediately shutted with a click!

She jumped and turned back and tried to pull the doors back open.

Great. Locked.

She didn't know what to do so, she looked around...

The theater inside almost didn't even looked like a theater at all, the entrance inside was a gorgeous checkered floor, and a pristine chandelier on the cathedral like ceiling. There were mirrors on the walls that looked like there were shattered, some were covered up with linen blankets. Someone must've broke inside, the girl thought as she tensed.

There were also movie posters on the wall as well, some posters were stored in untouched boxes in the dust, there were also props and other nick-nacks that weren't organized and left in the dust. The actors and the language on the posters were ones that she didn't recognized either.

Maybe the theater was closed? But why were the doors open in the first place?

As she continued to look, she saw in the corner room--a tall man, sitting in a chair looking at the gem, he had a glittering top hat with a red band around it, with a flamboyant white suit and cape and heels, adorned with red frills on his wrists and red ascents on his legs, the same man from the poster. He was looking at a yellow gem until he caught a reflection of the girl....

Eeyahoo~?

...?!

The girls heart rate skipped a beat in surprise at the man's sudden deep voice,

"Why, hello there..."

He slowly stood up from the chair, and suddenly was floating and spinning rapidly and bowed in front of her with a gracious bow,

"...And Welcome!", he welcomed with charisma, giving a friendly smile. The eyes in the red band of his top hat seemed to

The girl was unable to speak, it all came out as stuttering as she was trying to say what was going on.

The man only circled around her, his grin never fading. He was almost amused by her and chuckled as she was stunned until he pulled out the same fluffy pink-like bird with cat ears.

"Here child, have this! And tell me lass, what is that you amiss?", he asked. He pulled out a stethoscope, a popsicle stick as if to check her throat, he even checked her eyes as well. It's as if he was trying to emphasize his sentence in a theatrical way, she was trying to congest and ask what was going on, but it almost felt like the man was bouncing all over the walls of energy in this theater.

"What I mi--?"

The man interrupted her as he comedically threw away all the doctor supplies, "Why of course, a piece of your heart!"

"My hear-? YAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!"

He grabbed her by the sides and laughed triumphantly as he pushed her and dashed in lighting speed into another theater door.

He then placed her in a more smaller theater, and spun her around in a playful manner. it had a ton of tables and chairs, it even had it's own bar in the back.

"Now what--" she asked as the man was humming and kicking boxes and cleaning of any remaining dirt and dust as if he hadn't cleaned this place in days or years,

"Is going on? What are you doing in this part?" the man laughed joyously smiled, cutting her off mid-sentence again, it was almost getting annoying.

"Now I'm sure you have tons of questions you have in your mind, but for now...." he snapped is fingers and immediately and all of the room went dark, all of the stage lights were directed by the flamboyant man with the top hat.

"It's time....for the show to start!" he boomed with grandiose.

He started with a theatrical stance... and then started dancing and twirling, and even doing backflips. The man was so elegant and fast with his dancing and his movements, the girl was almost mesmerized by him.

The man then snapped his fingers and suddenly, he summoned clones of himself as back dancers, one of them flew and spun right by to her and somehow shapeshifted into a chair for her to sit.

It was as if she was floating on where she was sitting, with the little creature in her hand, she was then sended straight to a portal summoned along the stage, the man joining along with her as well...

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So far it was as if along the ride... someone or something took her....

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The girl was walking along the vast, empty and almost dream-like city. It was what she could think of right now at this stage, no new ideas were thinking of her at this time. Except the plaza, the plaza fountain and the big, humongous chapel; all quite similar to the ones she saw in her city. When she was walking around the shopping area in the plaza, she stopped and saw on the windows two blank mannequins. 

She tilted her head and all of the sudden, there was a flash of creativity that struck her immediately so she went inside the little shop.

There, she saw an empty boutique… there were even more empty mannequins, a vintage green sewing machine, and some paper with a pencil with an eraser. It seemed like the mannequins were neverending as she overviewed on how many there were…. She felt a little uneasy about how many there were.

She glanced down at the paper on the desk, she picked up the pencil, as if by a quick second she was done with a simple summer dress. Now how to sew it and put it somewhere… Surely, her favorite hobby to do was to draw and design dresses in her sketchbook. She didn’t know how to sew her own designs, but she dreamed of being a fashion designer someday..

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It seemed like hours, or years, or who knows how long that she has been drawing and designing. It was so easy for her; draw a fashion design, and the sewing machine will do it for you. She wish she could do this forever until… In the corner of her she saw a yellow gem drop on the floor, with curiosity striking her she picked it. It was pretty at first but looking at the reflection of it, it’s as if she saw someone… or something in the gem. She couldn’t recall who it was but it looked like the person was really happy, it sounded like from the gem, cheering and laughing. She smiled a bit but then, looking at the floor there were more gems lying on the floor! Her eyes widened with shock as she saw more and more scattered across.. Before she continued to pick them up, these small, shadowy creatures with white masks and pink and purple creatures tried to eat them and swallow up.

“What…? Hey! Give those back!” she shouted. She ran and tried to swoop back the drops before the shadowy creatures tried to swallow it whole, but she couldn’t with no prevail. The more they tried the more faster they were than her.

She was about to give up and keep drawing until a shadowy figure swooped through her vision.

Huh?!

Swish, sling, swoosh! The figure captured the drops and fought the creatures with what it seems like a sword and captured the drops in an instant.

Who was that….?

The figure looked like it counted up the drops in his hand and grinned with satisfaction, as if by magic he swooped in his jacket, making them disappear. The girl was in shock.

The figure looked like a man, he didn’t really say much but when he turned to her, her heart skipped a beat and beated faster. The man was really tall, he had a caliver hat with feathers pinned on the side, it seemed to pull right down to his eyes like a mask. When he looked at her for a good minute he squinted his eyes and gave her an impish grin, it was full of mystery and it was as if he was begging her to come along, but there was something in her mind that was forbbinding her to go. As her heart calmed down, in her left hand was the yellow gem that she had earlier, when she was about to catch him up assuming that he dropped it, he was gone.

“Questions, questions, questions!”, a voice exclaimed in the distance, it was almost angelic at least. “Growing curiouser of this theater by the day aren’t you? Oh, you poor little lamb, you wander and wander for your own sake for a day or two..”

Click clack clack, the golden heels from the man echo off the shop, or her stage, as the girl was greeted by a handsome, tall man with striking white hair and white cloak that covered his shoulders.

It was Lance, the Maestro of Wonderworld

“Huh?!” the girl fumbled by the response as she hid the strange gem behind her back, “I-um… well… it’s.. nothing” she didn’t want this stranger to be concerned about what she saw.

“Really?….Nothing?” He chuckled as tilted his head, speaking in a kind manner as if he heard this many times.

“Yeah! I’m sure!” she said nervously, “But… uh…” she looked around her stage and then down again, kicking some of the dirt on the ground lightly.

Lance, being the most patient as ever, waited for the girl to say at least something with a sad smile. He putted his hand on her shoulder, but before he could say anything he looked around her near empty stage, “Well one things for sure; for a stage this grand. It does need some sprucing up at hand!”

“Sprucing up…?” she asked

“Hmm,” Lance thought, “this is your first time here, yes?”

The girl nodded.

The shoulder on his hand felt… nice.. warm.. comforting? A sharp ping of warmth crossed to her heart, this was the most content she felt, she didn’t know why though. It’s as if this is what she really needed the most. 

“By the way, mister,” she asked, “who are you?”

"...You don't know who I am..?" Lance inquired,

The girl shook her head no.

"Ah... well.."

 Lance hadn’t introduced himself yet so smirked in a cat-like smile and bowed down like a prince would,

"My name is Lance, the Maestro --or perhaps your guide-- of Wonderworld. My job here is to make sure your heart is in tact. With the state that you are in my dear, tis not the fact!"

Your heart is in tact...? She felt like she's heard of this before.

"Say, wasn't there someone who's just like you?", she asked.

"What could you mean, love?" Lance tilted his head in curiosity.

"Well, I just saw a man with a hat, or... maybe I saw one before I'm not sure...." she pondered, "but, this one had a sword and he was grabbing.... I think it was gems?? lt was shiny for sure!"

Lance tensed up, almost knowing what the girl was saying, but he had a confused, yet almost amused look in his face. He was so amused by this little girls inquisitive questions and what details she can remember on the top of her head, it was.. adorable to him to say the least.

He chuckled, "Now now, I'm not sure what you mean, but I can assure you that there is me and only me! If you are thinking about those 'creatures' grabbing gems, those are the negati. They're quite harmless, as you can see."

His head turned and pointed to the black, ink like creatures with neon patterns and stripes, grabbing and munching at the remaining gems.

Even though they were cute at least, that still doesn't answer her question.

Everytime she questions something, why does no one answer to her..?

Lance could notice that she was a bit discouraged at the answer, but he could sense that something else was wrong. He brushed his long, silver like hair to his ear and kneeled down in a gentle manner.

"Child, if there is anything that worries your mind, speak! Please know that I am always here to talk if your heart remains week.." Lance said in a gentle and reassuring manner. He held both of her tiny hands, contrast to his abnormal, large hands and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

The child made a deep sigh of relief, as if she needed to hear that from this kind gentleman. She broke from Lances hands and shrugged,

"It's... nothing. But...."

"But?"

"...Didn't you say that my stage needed...sprucing up?" she asked, as if changing the subject.

"I have haven't I..? Well, since this is Wonderworld, the stage here is at your command!" he struck his friendly smile as he got back up, "Your stage here is quite a unique one in my case. Shall I teach you tricks on what and where to place?"

"What do you mean?"

He gently grabbed her hand, his eyes twinkled with intrigue, "Come come! I shall show you!"

He lead her out of the boutique and in the middle of the empty shopping area of the plaza. He waited for her as if to do something, but it felt like she was more confused than ever.

"Alright....? Now what?"

"Nothing..? Not a single thing that you can think of?" he mused.

"What's there to think about? Is some building just going to pop out of nowhere?" she quipped sarcastically.

And just like that, another building from the shopping area did in fact, popped out of nowhere.

"Well, if you can think of that my dear!" he giggled.

Her eyes popped from surprise and her mouth fell open, she couldn't believe she actually thought of that.

"Just like that?!" she exclaimed.

"Just like that." Lance confirmed, "Now then, think of other things that can add to your own stage--add your own flare. Or change the place up if you like--theres no reason to stop there!"

She hummed, thinking of other things in her stage to add. She looked from left to right to center for other props she could add. She added more shops, some city props like street lamps, fire hydrants, some apartments, even a fountain in the center. It didn't had a statue in the center, but she didn't mind.

As Lance watched and helped the girl set up her stage, he commented, "You know, you remind me so much of a detective--always inquisitive and looking for clues. It's no wonder your striving out for answers--ike looking for news..."

Lance's eyes widened as if they thought of an idea, "That's it--Detective! Your name shall be Detective."

"Detective? You know you can't really name someone by their appearance... it's a little silly." she gave a sheepish laugh.

"Who says you can't? I believe you can." Lance shrugs.

As Detective thought about it, something stumped her. Why couldn't she remember her name...? She was actually gonna tell Lance her real name, but for some reason she can't remember.

Really silly indeed. However, detective that a cool sounding theme to it, so she let the thought go and stuck with it.

"I guess you have a point," she agreed.

As she was done with what she wanted from her stage, Lance rested his hand on his hip and gave an approving nod.

"Very good, and very well done! I'd say, love--you have quite the imagination on where you have gone..."

He looked around the stage and was on awe with the night time-like and dreamy atmosphere that Detective had brought out.

"Now then, I leave you at your own command. I believe my job here is done for a while--but please do not hesitant at all to call me by my name--I will be there to ail to your needs, hand in hand." He bowed graciously in farewell. His sincerity looked like he really meant what he said to Detective

Before he disappeared with a flourish with his hand, Detective called to him, "Lance, wait!"

Lance was half-transparent as he looked at Detective in an inquired look.

Detective softly smiled to Lance, "...Thank you."

Lance smiled back in a mysterious manner, as if knowing what was going on with Detective; leaving her on her own on her stage.

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[pawsometoons]

Some editing and style replication practice because I started thinking about the Hydenborn BWW Au again

I gotta work on it again at some point and make lore for Tai

Maybe at some point when I get storytelling motivation again

[hydenborn-balan-pawsometoons]

The Maestro of Mystery waved goodbye to Emma Cole and Leo Craig, watching them leave, both with happy hearts. He soon removed his hat to wipe away the remaining tears in his eyes, before looking down at the tear he shed.. He picked it up and held it to his heart and sighed.

"What an adventure this was.. To think it had to end so soon... Emma and Leo, I shall never forget you..."

Balan was already thinking back on the adventure he shared with the two children who had recently just departed from Wonderworld... Once again, Balan was alone with his thoughts in his theater, somewhat disappointed that things had to end as quickly as they did.. Then again, a lot of them would end as quickly as they started. It's become a routine.. a repetitive one at that... Either way, he knew another adventure would be just beyond the horizon! In which he was correct! Except... this adventure would not be one that he'd expect...

Down in the depths of the Negati's realm, Lance was still trying to fight back the forces of Wonderworld's force of Balance. If there were two positive sides present in Wonderworld, it could fall apart and dissapear! So no matter what, there always would have to be a Negative and Positive force in Wonderworld. That being the Maestros... but Lance wasnt so quick to give up this time...

"I.. Can't live like this for much longer... Balan... he needs to know the truth... H-He needs to remember.. his past... his youth!.."

Lance dug deep into his heart, where he has kept the most deepest and darkest fears of others.. the pieces of the hearts of many... Including Balan's.. but how could this be?... How could the Maestro that was meant to heal the hearts of others, be missing pieces of his own and had never noticed?... Only Lance knows for sure.. but now he's become desperate. He no longer wants to reprise this role, or let Balan meet the same fate! From the deepest pits of Lance's heart, he painfully pulled out the missing pieces of Balan's own heart!

"Please Balan.. let your heart become anew... Now is your time to remember, there is so much more to you... For my final waking moment as the Maestro I used to be, I plead... Just forget about me... JUST BE FREE!!!"

Lance tossed the pieces as hard as he could, sending them flying up and up and up and out of the Negati's realm. The light of the glimmering shards was the last thing Lance would see before he was engulfed by the Negati once more.

Before Balan would know what hit him, a sharp and quick sting would pang at his heart and mind. The missing pieces of his heart reached him as his mind began filling with memories he had long forgotten... the entire life that was taken from him in an instant at such a young age... Balan could feel his heart beating hard and fast... He couldn't understand why he was remembering all of this... His old home, Hyden.. An Island hidden from the rest of the world. A place he couldn't even begin to think how he could possibly go back to.. His family and his life as a prince.. The prince of the Balance Element... But most painful of all... How his family was taken from him by a tyrannical leader of Chaos... As unexpected as these memories were.. It made him realize... There was more to his life than this theater.. there was more than just Wonderworld. There was a world that was waiting for him.. a world that needed him... but he had no clue how to get back... But... he had to try.

This would begin a new chapter in the life of the Maestro of Mystery. The beginning of his search for his old home. But not only that... He wanted to save Lance... If Lance was the one who hid away the dark memories of others, he must have hidden Balan's aswell. If these memories were returned to him, Lance but still be there somewhere! The real Lance! If theres a possibility that Balan can find his own home, there's a possibility he can save Lance aswell! There just has to be a way. And Balan will find that out... And thus would begin Balan's new adventure. His quest to find his new home, and to save Lance from the forces of the Negati. Of course, this meant he would have to explore from outside his theater, in which he's not very used to or dressed for.. But he doesn't really have any other outfits.. But perhaps removing a few layers will be enough. And so he did just that. Perhaps he wasnt much of a Maestro of Mystery anymore.. but a Healer of Hearts. Healing the hearts of others along the way of his new journey.

Balan Wonderworld Hydenborn AU

Prologue (You are here) - Next

[sundove88]

Countdown to Christmas Day 13- Iben Bia

Day 13 gives us Iben Bia- The Lady of The Midnight Sun!

Let me tell you, this is an actual redraw of her in my Madoka Magica AU (AKA my Wonderworld Magica AU) for BWW, and her weapon is a scythe!

And if you want, I’ll put the OG art down below to show how much I’ve improved!

OG Art :)

[gio-scrabbles]

🏳️‍⚧️Trans Day Joy!!!!🏳️‍⚧️

Here’s some art I did during Easter Trans Day of Visibility with Joy. I forgot that I didn’t post this here, so now is definitely the best time to do so.

[alex-frostwalker]

After posting this

New short AU just dropped

🌟Costume Fusion AU💞

In some sort of incident in Wonderworld/Theater. The Inhabitants got fused with their main costumes.

It's like that Semi Corruption AU but it's the Costumes instead, not the Negati Bosses

[barbie--art]

Behold, my Spiderman + Balan Wonderworld AU!

And it's very fresh!

Featuring my spidersona, and the spidersona of @starryheavendragon ^^

I themed both Balan and Lance after hears, as per usual, with Balan's spider forming hearts with his legs & Lance's claws looking like hearts as well

Flatcolors and links to the spidersonas under the cut:

Aaand links:

Rebecca's spidersona:

And mine ^

[artscheese]

Tinyyyy art dump today; Vincent and Erin but now I’ve turned them into mobians :3

Also me and chu had this idea of this stupid I mean wonderful specimen of Vincent and now I want everyone to look at this (featuring Chu’s bobbin!!)

I am naming him Vincent jr. you can’t stop me

This is all your fault chu

[memoriesofwonderworld]

Merry (Late) Christmas!!

[therealslimscreamer]

the balans!!

from left to right: overrift/hydenborn balan is by @pawsometoons, balan oneirones is by me, and balan sanguine is by @redrockbluerock!!!

[redrockbluerock]

So for the four humors au, i've had 3 different ways Balan and Equil's falls each could go

Balan corrupts first- the most stable state, Equil has to deal with the guilt of both of her siblings being changed while struggling to train the new Balan. Most likely outcome is Equil forcing herself to be forgotten by the living upon corruption, trapping herself in a fate worse than death until she’s echoed herself, restoring the cycle.

Equil corrupts first- Least stable. Balan corrupts shortly after due to the stress of it all- and losing his sisters.

Both corrupt at the same time- surprisingly stable. Choleric, now echoed alongside Melancholia, watching helplessly as the new Lance and Librium try to run the show, the new Balan and Equil a set of twins- Comedy and Tragedy. This is the one I've decided is canon.

Rambles under cut for the Same Time option, just as nice and rambly as they were when i was writing it (with some formatting changes for clarity and fixed typoes)

Accidentally had a lot of thoughts about the corrupting at the same time thing and more angst for Choleric yippee!!

One: She dies young. She’s terrified and knows it’s happening, clutching her old hat to her chest and sobbing because she doesn’t want to die yet, she’s barely 4000 or so and Yet. Being comforted by Melancholia who’s both surprised he’s lasted so long and now saddened because he feels as if he’s stolen her lifespan for his own

Two: after Echoing, she’s finally finally herself again after so long… but both of her siblings aren’t themselves. it’s all wrong and she’s stuck in here forever and it’s not right, even with more people than she’s ever had around in her life it’s so. So. Lonely.

Comedic and Tragic are sweet, however, she cherishes every time they visit but when Lance or Librium visit… it’s bittersweet. The smile doesn’t suit Phlegmatic, nor does the permanent scowl fit Sanguine. They visit after every show, no matter which one was onstage

Equil Tragic (Proscenium) is… unnerved by how young she looks next to the rest of the Echoes, barely older than Lance or Librium- Eldest triplet, but by mere minutes. Of course, they’re not of the same set, so they’re likely to last millennia longer.

That of course would only become more jarring when Sanguine and Phlegmatic eventually echo. permanent babyface compared to them//

Choleric also tends to… wait. Just by the door of the hall. Sitting there. Staring.

Trapped with all these strangers that Melancholia seems to know,  the only person who she knows proper is Melancholia, and… their relationship is a mess due to who they both became. It’s awkward

She can’t leave the hall. She’s bound to her frame, and those things don’t come down. She’s tried, tried tearing it down until her hands were oozing the paint she’s now made of, until she was so exhausted she was unable to keep her form solid. The frame is still stained blue from her attempts

Tried next to see just how far into the frame she could go.

There wasn’t a limit, her running for hours down what felt like an endless hall. When she looked behind herself the opening was there. Looking to be no more than 20 feet away.

Gifts help- From Phlegmatic, from Sanguine, to the twins. Anything to keep her mind off of her prison. Melancholia settled better, having regained chunks of his memories, having grown up knowing this cycle existed.

Choleric though. This all was a surprise.

I haven’t really thought about Echoes trying to make duplicates before- mostly due to the majority of them being… well. Accepting of their fates. Maybe Choleric tries. And it works… sort of!

It’s like a dream, looking through its eyes. It’s rather ghostly looking, vague but just barely recognizable as her. An echo of her former self, if you will.

Her siblings don’t take too kindly to her like this, weighed down by their own guilt and emotions that she registers as a hallucination.

The new twins though, they’ll humor her. Letting her watch them work, occasionally squabbling with Tragic due to them taking on both lighting and sound work- “you aren’t doing it right” “you’re retired!”, that sort of thing. Tragic doesn’t mind the haunting, and oftentimes visits her properly so she can get a proper listen.

Comedic (who normally is Neo) still has the habit of cooking, and between bringing little treats to the echoes, has a bowl of sour things left for the Ghost- lest she steals unauthorized ingredients.

I’m having too much fun with this train of thought it’s becoming the canon one sorry girl

This timeline has the three of them having the most suffering! It’s all even!

Comedic: if you only touch the stuff in this bowl, I can bring you stuff where you can taste it better. Choleric: (puts down the lemon)

Easy to tell the Ghost has faded senses due to her habit of getting into people’s faces a lot- which while not new, Choleric startles much more easily as the Ghost tries not to wander on stage though, she doesn’t want to be noticed by guests lest she either startles them or catches her siblings’ attention

Lance Sanguine always seems to be fighting back tears around her. Libra Phlegmatic will usually just flick a bit of energy at her- just enough to burst the duplicate. In front of guests, she waits, smiling wider (a threat) until either the Ghost runs or the guests are distracted. Neither of them know it’s her, just assuming its their emotions slipping from their control.

revisiting the dying young bit: It would be painful to have her finally. Finally, after so many years, with this feeling in her chest where she knows she’s dying, she’s terrified- finally presents her siblings with the little wooden train and plane she’d made for them. They love them. They always would have. (As lance and Librium, those become their most guarded possessions.) It's bittersweet.

As for the process of echoing… she tries putting it off as long as possible, crumpled up in the portrait hall in front of her own. Melancholia waits with her, waiting until they’re both ready to accept the changes. By the time Sanguine and Phlegmatic realize what’s happened- suffering through changes of their own, the paint has already dried…

Neither of them- Choleric or Melancholia- could put it off any longer. They weren’t strong enough to leave the hall, barely had the strength to enter it with their garments. It hurts, hurts so much differently than corrupting did.

First thing Phlegmatic did as Librium is remake Choleric’s hat. She also finally gave her past suit a proper mannequin. The suits are moved to a different storeroom, set up almost as a gallery.

There, The old Lance’s and Librium’s suits are copied, Hung up for display. Over time she eventually makes ones of the Echoes as well, all the past Balans and Lances. 

Except Rancor, who’s still forgotten