#cheshire cat kin

[brightside-brigade]

being plural + alterhuman culture is your headspace form changing with your shifts.

[hazyaltcare]

A moodboard for Rin (Yugioh Arc V), who is Cheshire Cat (Alice In Wonderland) kin and a hacker; with themes of greens and card suits.

Mod Haze (🎮Greyson & 🧨Tate)

[furretsden]

Cheshire Cat {Alice's Adventures in Wonderland} fashion kit with lots of accessories and no pink/purple or grey/blue colour scheme for anon

Sweater | Pants | Shoes | Ears and tail | Smile Necklace | "We're all mad here" necklace | Scarf | Gloves | Badge | Charm

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me!

One of the most iconic images of Alice from Alice in Wonderland 

this shorthand edition uses the original John Tenniel Illustrations 

[capn-atlas]

New intro (because I can't settle on one apparently) please read this before you follow

BEFORE THE INTRO: please do not ask me for donations. I am a minor and cannot donate, and I will not put your posts on my blog.

HELLOHELLOHELLOOOOO

Tis I, the great & wonderful cap'n Atlas! y'all can call us collectively Captain, Cap'n, Captain Atlas, Atlas, Cheshire, or Anna. We use any & all pronouns thou can think of, but not she/her too much, as we are a PIRATICAL SEA CAPTAIN WHO DOES IS NOT FEMME. (not like piratical sea captains cant be femme I'm just- oh my god where am I going with this what the hek)

ANYWAY

We are an endogenic system (I call us The Crew or Atlas System), I am the host, Anna, but I usually use we/us pronouns even when i'm the only one fronting. we have four or five existing alters, and when they get around to actually writing their intros like they're supposed to then i'll link them here, but their names are Anna (me, the host) Lennon, Maddelleine, Eva, Riko, Enzo and Starwork

Enzo’s intro (by Enzo) Enzo's intro 2 (by Anna)

Riko's intro (by Riko)

Eva's intro (by eva) Eva's intro 2 (by Anna)

Lennon's blog/intro (his own blog that has his intro as the pinned post) (by Lennon)

Maddeleine's intro (by Anna)

here is my pronouns.cc for more info on the mateys

I am aro/ace, and our system will, though some members are not aro/ace, will most likely never be in a romantic or sexual relationship with anyone outside of the system. I'm agender and genderfluid. our genderfluidity is somewhat due to our plurality.

we are canadian. if thou dares to insult our maple syrup, we shalt ride at dawn, armed with nothing but moose, some "eh?"s, timbits, and dreams.

we are a therian, fictionkin (maybe), objectkin, and otherkin

theriotypes:

wolf

cat

rat

moth

fox

meerkat

prairie dog

border collie

t-rex

fictionkin:

the Cheshire cat (Alice in wonderland) (questioning)

mabel (gravity falls)

objectkin:

doll

puppet

otherkin

alien

some sorta deer cryptid

ghost/angel pirate?? idk but I am definitely ghost/angel kin and I think my kintype was a pirate in their lifetime or smth idk

our current obsessions are:

only murders in the building

wednesday (the show) (and more specifically, wenclair)

wicked (the musical and book) (and more specifically, gelphie)

byf: I’m a minor!!!!! So don’t be weird. I’m serious. (I’m also aroace so double don’t be weird). No funny business. I swear very very occasionally but even so, if that makes you uncomfortable maybe don't follow. as I said it is on an extremely rare occasion I swear but you've been warned I suppose

dni: anti-therians/furries, TERFS, queerphobes (e.g. homophobes, transphobes, biphobes), p3dos, z0os, radqueers, any explicitly NSFW blogs, anti-endos, and just general assholes

our asks are open for therian line art requests!! (okay so I don't actually know what it's called but like the photo of a theriotype with white lining over it). to request, please state the 'type, what symbol (if any) you'd like me to put on the forehead, and if possible include a photo of the 'type so I don't get mixed up.

slowly turning into a hoard of userboxes: (all by @kthecritter they're awesome go check them out)

[deadlygamemaster]

❝ welcome welcome, ladies and gentlemen. put your mask on and get ready, because tonight we are faceless. you can’t trust anybody, including your own senses. A scavenger hunt-ish competition, while diving into the mysterious world of the circue de minuit. Still not convinced you should take part? Well, the prize money is high and the goal is easy. Try to get the King of Spades, by using the cards you'll find on your way and completing the challenges. Sign your name, get your mask and throw yourself into a world of pure madness. Like the cheshire cat to Alice said: we're all mad here.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ✘ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀Dante Spades • »⠀ ⠀⠀ the face behind the mask.

⠀·⠀ secretly known as ‟ the game-master ” of the Cirque de Minuit Games.

⠀·⠀ sometimes undercover as a contestant by the name of ‟ cillian” to enjoy more of ⠀⠀the chaos caused by his own murderous games.

⠀·⠀ english or german. smalltalk or novel styled play ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ wire: @deadlygamemaster

⠀·⠀ for the whole story around Dante, the cirque de minuit and the game, ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ▽ read below

 

Dante comes from a family deeply rooted in the performing arts. His parents, siblings, and relatives all embraced roles as playwrights, acrobats, and artists. However, unlike his kin, Dante grappled with a lack of interest and arguably lacked talent when it came to the customary tasks within the Cirque de Minuit. Despite being known for his smug charisma and being hailed as "beautiful as an angel," he found himself stuck selling popcorn at one of the dining areas within the expansive circus.

However, his life took a transformative turn when he conceived an idea that would alter his fate at the circus. A game — a scavenger hunt — a challenge for those, like him, who grew weary of conventional circus spectacles. What originated as a simple game gradually burgeoned into something far more significant. The rules were easy: "Find as many cards as possible throughout the circus premises, complete the task written on the back of the card, and receive a clue in return, that brings you closer to finding the king of spades card and winning the prize fund."

As the success of the scavenger hunt unfolded, not only did the prize fund escalate, but Dante also marveled at the dedication and energy participants invested in the game. Surprised by their willingness to finish the challenges he devised on the cards, he gradually increased the difficulty, eccentricity, and even danger. Astonishingly, rather than questioning the challenges, the allure of his game extended even to the circus employes. Some were eager to assist, while others were keen to place bets on the contestants.. and since the circus was always moving around, there were no consequences if some of the contestants got hurt.

For a while, this provided enough tension and entertainment. Yet, as months passed, Dante found himself plagued by a growing sense of uninspiration. He craved for more—desiring to immerse himself in the game, to be an active participant, and share in the enjoyment firsthand.

[eclipian]

Backrooms Kitty Headmate

pt: backrooms kitty headmate

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

divider credit

" Cats choose us; we don't own them. "

Name: Kitty , Kit , Cat , Cheshire , Hart , Simon , Buck , Finn , Jack , James , Dudley , Earl , Marvin

Age: LPSchronal

Pronouns: He/Him , Hy/Hym , Hu/Hum , H!/H!m , H_/H_m , H?/H?m , Kit/Kits , Kit/Kitty , Cat/Cats , Mrr/Mrrp , Mow/Meow , Hiss/Hisss , !/!s , _/_s , ?/?s ,🔑/🔑s , 🗝️/🗝️s

Gender: Boygirl , Man , Catgender , Backroomdollic , Backroomosril , Level974ix , Catbackroomic , Affecticatian , Felovestuffed , ᓚᘏᗢgender , Nervlongtailquotic , Helkittinyprincess , Emocoric , Kittything , Kittyghostic , Kittylikic , Kittyaesic , Musiboxhellokittian , Kittyradioic , Cat-Shopic

Attraction: Bi , Catoriented , Kitbat Attraction , Felaffectis

Other IDs: Backroomgenic , Kittyhousehearthic , Backroomhearthic , Backroomsvesil , Vesisikitt , Cat Emsoul , Cat-Blooded , AKitAB

Species: Kitty + "Cat" Kin

Role: Caretaker , Psychosis calmer , Symptom Holder , Happiness Holder , Beauheur

Aesthetic: Traumacore , Weirdcore , Dreamcore , Liminal Space , Surrealism , Nostalgiacore , Webcore

pt: name , age , pronouns , gender , attraction , other ids , species , role , aesthetics

tags: @bahtive & @drowntowns

[bonefall]

Any changes to Gullswoop in this? I love her so much and was so happy to see her given character this arc… I do try to ignore how disappointed I am that the Erins made her xenophobic in Sky. Strongly disagree that she’d be like that.

I'm sorry Anon, I'm completely and utterly in love with Gullswoop and where she's gone. For one it's good and healthy for the story for 'clan dynamics' to involve harsher characters, and for second, she's HILARIOUS, I love this gossip-obsessed queen and how she made fun of Shadowsight for being scared of a bee

For a background character I actually have a ton of backstory for her in BB!

[ID: Better Bones Gullswoop. She is white with black points, and red-orange eyes. She is resting her chin on her paw and grinning like a cheshire cat.]

Her name in Clanmew is Rewpiorru. Bird names are usually strange translations because of the fact that Clanmew has a TON of different words describing the flight and behavior of birds.

This is because they are a hunting culture and classifying prey behaviors, especially the way they escape capture, is extremely important.

Rewpiorru is "Black-headed-gull flying leisurely." This could have been translated as "Gulldance" or "Gullhover" or even "Gullflight."

It's a reference to her generally laidback nature. Heartstar has a love of dramatic and evocative names like this.

The ShadowClan family tree is NOT done yet, but it's so bad the entire thing is getting thrown out. Gullswoop is one of the only cats who I am 100% committed to something with.

She is the daughter of Ivytail, daughter of Fernshade and Wolfstep, niece of Blackstar.

And thank goodness for that, because having the OTHER well-known black-point cat as a famous relative is good cover for the fact her biofather was Darktail.

Ivytail joined The Kin happily when Yellowcough ravaged the camp, though she would come to regret her choice as people started vanishing.

Darktail was just an honor sire, though Ivytail wouldn't have been sure which of the Kin cats was the father if Gullkit hadn't been born looking just like him. Blossomfall's Stemkit, Plumkit, and Shellkit were in a similar boat.

For the record: Darktail was vaguely happy about this, but died when Gullkit was very young and so didn't have the time to explore those feelings.

I am still working out the Kin Drama of BB!AVoS and its related technicalities. I'm not sure if Ivytail survives the Kin ordeal or not, but I do know that at some point three litters of kits (Blossom's, Ivy's, Yarrow's) were separated from their mothers and had to be taken back.

Gullswoop is loyal to Heartstar more than ShadowClan. Even if she doesn't always agree with or understand Heartstar's choices, it takes a lot to make her loyalty waver.

She doesn't really "have political opinions" which basically means she leans Traditionalist, on the harder side.

More than anything, Gullswoop wants drama. She wants to know eeeeverything. She wants to taste all the tea.

I don't rewrite arcs until they're done, but Gull would make the perfect spy for Heartstar... which is probably why she's not involved in Berryheart's schemes despite being a bit xenophobic.

Conefoot and Frondwhisker might remain her brothers, but I can't say for sure yet. In any case, Gullswoop is FREE from Snowbird blood.

And that's Gull so far! Some of it is prone to change, especially since AVoS remains the most unsolidifed BB!Arc as of writing, but she's a background girlie I'm fond of.

[silken-threads-bah]

Hi!

I'm gonna request something! :3

Everything is up to you minus can you use this picrew pls https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2122621

Ty :3

- @bluestar-bah

I hope this is something similar to what you were looking for! - Eden

Name: adelaide, cirice, alvara, arabella

Age: 19

Pronouns: shx/mew/paw/nya/bat/vamp/lace

Gender(s): catgirlrevived, felgorecoric

Orientation: sapphic

Source(s): n/a

Role: apathy holder

Personality: shx has a very stoic visage, tending to merely watch events unravel rather than actively participating it. Paw can be rather mischievous too, manipulating people and events so they'll go in mew's favor. Bat mainly looks out for hxrself, disregarding the safety and feelings of everyone else around vampself. Lace isn't entirely malicious, what shx does isn't specifically to hurt others, just to alleviate vamp's boredom.

Interests: wordplay, games that involve memory or strategy, mixing colors to get new colors (not painting or drawing, just the action of finding new colors from mixing other ones), doll collecting, haunted places, horror movies

Extra info: often speaks in riddles or very formally. Shx likes when people can't understand bat.

Kins: the Cheshire cat from Alice in wonderland

Faceclaims:

[fazbears-warehouse]

BIG CAT ID PACK

requested by anon!

Names: Abby, Aslan, Calico, Cheshire, Cougar, Felix, Jaguar, Leo, Lynx, Panther, Rajah, Saber, Savannah, Sylvester, Tiger

Pronouns: meow/meows, purr/purrs, claw/claws, pounce/pounces, hunt/hunts, roar/roars, tail/tails, knead/kneads, scratch/scratches, bite/bites, whisker/whiskers, hiss/hisses

Identities: Pantheric, Pancat, Aldertiger, LIONFRIEND, lion intersex flag, LIONEXTRANIC, Lionmasc, Lionprideim Attraction, Lionvior - Lionessvior, Black Panther Kin, panthermonsterboyic/girlic/enbyic, Leopardextranic | Jaguarextranic | Cougarextranic, Snow Leopard Emsoul, Skyleopard, Lespotic

[sister-lucifer]

one person said yes so here’s my current kin list. feel free to psychoanalyze me as you wish

from left to right:

briar rose/aurora from sleeping beauty

the warden from superjail

the riddler

jack nicholson’s joker specifically

alice liddell and the cheshire cat from alice in wonderland (both of them)

sarah from labyrinth

ticci toby

miss heed from villainous

demencia from villainous

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Rant. Now./nf

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hrdjdhdhr ABIUT WHAT?? /lh /silly

If you want something specific I need prompting cuz my brain blanks on things to talk about augh.

BUT I looked at your blog to see what you might wanna hear about and I saw you're also 'Kin so congrats you get the kin rant!

So like. Being alterhuman is weird for me because of who I am. Hi. Dr Jack Bright here. Welcome. So basically, my soul is already in a weird predicament. If we're getting technical, I'm just a sentient necklace at this point. (Well, back home. You know how it is). So my soul no longer has a "set form". I think the term used here for what I experience is called being a Polymorph?? I could be wrong.

For me, my kin identities aren't things I've been in past lives, but more like things that resonate deeply enough with me to consider myself one and the same with them, minus a few.

For example, me being a Demon and Archangel hybrid as well as a demigod comes from my connection with the Scarlet King, as my initial revival back home involved him and he like... added those "traits," to me? If that makes sense.

For the Cheshire cat, it's due firstly to me resonating deeply with the interpretation of his character. That being a chaotic guide of sorts, someone who CAN help you, but you might not understand them. Unclear morals but no hostile intentions. More specifically, the version of him portrayed in the song Cheshire Kitten by SJ Tucker. (Possibly spelled the name wrong agghg). But I felt more like just A Cheshire cat, not THE Cheshire cat. Like if it was a species and not an individual.

For being a Plagas, that stems specifically from hyperfixation. Resident Evil is one of my favorite things ever, and I at one point decided to make my own lore for that species. And, well, you can only end up dreaming about being something so many times before it becomes part of you! I know dreams aren't usually a good signifying thing for alterhumanity, but when something feels right it feels right!

These are just a few examples, but im glad I could talk about it! Especially having a less "traditional" way of experiencing alterhumanity. (Even though there is no right or traditional way)

Thank you for the opportunity and I'm always open for more questions!!

[hannahmanderr]

DannyMay 2023 Day 1 - Fantasy AU

Words: 3,248

Summary: In which Danny finds that when a stranger offers him help, it's probably too good to be true. (FFN)

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Danny didn’t notice the little ghost until he collided with it at breakneck speed, sending both tumbling head over heels.

“Ohmigosh,” Danny said once he’d righted himself. He darted over to the little ghost, who was more disoriented than he. Being only a foot tall or so, they’d fallen harder and farther. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even see you! I was just in such a hurry -”

The little ghost shook their head, although their eyes still seemed somewhat unfocused. “Aye, nothin’ about it, yeh hear?” 

Danny tilted his head. The ghost’s accent sounded Irish, or maybe it was Scottish. Celtic? He never knew what the difference was. And accents didn’t mean much anyway in the Ghost Zone. They weren’t exactly the greatest indicator of where a ghost was from, although Danny had heard of a reclusive tribe of spirits living out past the Forest of the Lost who exclusively spoke in an accent of buzzes.

“And where might yeh be travelin’ in such a rush?” the ghost asked, brushing off their gauzy green dress.

“Oh, um, I got this summons, I think? From Princess Dora? Or maybe it’s Queen Dora now…”

The little ghost regarded him for a long moment before their elven ears twitched and they broke into a too-wide grin. “Aye, Princess Dorathaea of Mattingly! Yeh shoulda mentioned somethin’ sooner!”

Danny found himself at a bit of a loss. “I - what? But you just asked me.”

“If yeh allow me,” the ghost said, as if Danny hadn’t spoken, “I believe there lies a passage fer speedier travel to the Dragon Kingdom near me home. It would do me no greater pleasure than to take yeh there! Ease up the journey a bit, aye?”

Danny wasn’t sure if his head was still spinning from his tumble or from the little ghost’s rapid escalation to asking to escort him. Most ghosts he met would’ve probably blasted him halfway across the Zone by now, so he supposed it shouldn’t be surprising that there would be ghosts who would tend to the other extreme of over-hospitality.

He was also starting to register more of the ghost’s appearance. Long, charcoal gray cornsilk hair draped down their back. It was neatly slicked back at the top, leaving plenty of room for their large, pointed ears. Where their nose should’ve been were only two small slits, and their grin (which reminded Danny of the Cheshire Cat) revealed two rows of yellowed, razor sharp teeth.

Their wings distracted him most. They reminded him of dragon wings in how they tapered to points up and down their whole length, but these were gossamer thin. They matched the ghost’s chalky white skin, but Danny was pretty sure he could see the Zone’s trademark swirls of ectoplasm through the wings. They stayed perfectly still, too, which admittedly wasn’t as surprising for a creature that could probably fly without wings already.

“I’m - uhh,” Danny stammered when he realized he’d probably been staring a little longer than what could be considered polite. “That’s okay, really, I’m a fast flier…”

“Aye, but yeh shouldn’t keep the princess waitin’, yeh know. Yeh’ve been summoned, after all!”

Danny hesitated again. There was something about the little ghost that just felt… off. It was setting off his instincts, both human and ghostly. Still though, it was probably only because they hadn’t attacked him yet, and he wasn’t used to meeting friendly faces while traveling through the Ghost Zone. And he didn’t want to offend them. If he’d learned anything since first entering the Zone, it was that most ghosts had very particular ideas about social cues.

He sighed. “Alright,” he relented. “If it’ll be faster, why not?”

If possible, the little ghost’s grin grew even wider. “Excellent!” they said before shooting off. Danny had to scramble to catch up. For their tiny size, they were extremely fast.

“Me kin and I live just on that island o’er there,” they chirped when he caught up. “Yeh’ll love it!”

Danny frowned. “I thought you said the portal was near your home, not in it.”

The little ghost laughed - a discordant tinkling like the dopey toy piano his baby cousin owned. “Oh, no sonny! Tis a passageway, not a portal. A Fetch, if yeh want a proper name!”

“Wait, like a dog?”

The ghost laughed again. “Yer a little fledgling, aren’t yeh? Yeh’ll see what I mean soon enough.”

Danny was still trying to remember what on earth “fledgling” meant (and if he should be offended by it) when they arrived on the lush green island. The foliage reminded him of something he’d see on Earth. Stuff in the Zone tended to veer towards the “weird” end of the spectrum, including the plant life, but everything here - the grass, the flowers, the trees - all could’ve been taken straight from a human forest.

The ghosts were a different story. They all had a similar facial structure to the little ghosts and the same tapered ears, but most similarities ended there. Their hair and skin varied between shades of green, black, purple, blue, and gray. Some let their hair hang loose; others had theirs done up in elaborate braids threaded with flowers and leaves. Most wore loose, flowy dresses or tunics in muted earth tones. Though they were all small in size, they ranged anywhere from a few inches to a couple of feet. 

The only other thing they seemed to have in common were the wings, but they came in such a wide variety that it was difficult to see other similarities. Some were shimmery. Some were feathered. Some were veiny, like leaves. Some were jagged and torn. He thought he spotted at least one whose wings looked like branches from a tree.

He couldn’t help but gawk as he and the little ghost made their way through the forest. It was reciprocated by the other ghosts, who watched him with a hungry curiosity in their eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, a pair of ghosts no bigger than his hand giggled and ducked behind a tree as he passed by. One, sitting alone on a tree branch and kicking its bare feet, began chattering in a language Danny didn’t recognize. In the distance, he heard the lilting notes of a flute.

“By the way,” the little ghost said, shaking him out of his stupor, “I don’t believe I caught yer name before.”

Danny hesitated again. There was something about the situation that was setting off his alarm bells, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Maybe it had to do with the eerily human environment. Maybe it was putting his two halves at odds with each other.

Still though, he wondered why a little voice in the back of his head was pressing him not to answer the little ghost.

“I’m Phantom,” he finally settled on. Then, because he was feeling tense and because it was a force of habit, he said, “Or punk, if you’re feeling friendly. Or just ghost boy, or whelp, or-”

“Aye, I knew I recognized yeh,” the little ghost interrupted. “Yeh have quite the reputation there, sonny.”

Danny flushed green. “Yeah, that’s… I’m definitely not the most popular guy in the Zone, that’s for sure.”

“But yeh also have the power to back it up, I hear!” The little ghost faced him. “Such a young ‘un… and yet powerful enough to be named Pariah’s Bane…”

He fiddled with one of the little pouches on his belt. He might be used to Frostbite and his tribe lauding his praises by now, but he still hated having attention drawn to some of his bigger exploits. It was especially embarrassing hearing it come from a complete stranger. 

He was too preoccupied with his self-consciousness to notice the hungry glint in the little ghost’s eyes.

He cleared his throat. “I, uh, did you mention your name already? I’m sorry if I missed it.” He hoped his guide would latch onto the change of subject.

To his surprise, he felt their aura flinch away, although their body didn’t show it. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling - it happened all the time when he managed to get the upper hand on an enemy and he was able to assert his own power and aura - but it was unexpected given the situation.

“Me kin and me,” they said tightly, “we prefer to use, ah, a more communal means of callin’ each other. Makes things easier for all of us, yeh know?”

The alarm bells in Danny’s head were ringing louder now. He still wasn’t quite sure why, but he found himself thinking of Sam and her fixation on mythology. He couldn’t remember exactly what she might’ve said to trigger his memory now, though. Maybe he needed to start paying more attention to her raves about myths and legends.

Hadn’t there been a story about a group of creatures that were touchy about names? Maybe…

“Ah, here we are!” the little ghost said. Their face had relaxed somewhat and the tension had drained from their voice. “The Fetch! Gets yeh where yer s’posed to be in the blink of an eye!”

Danny looked to where the ghost was gesturing proudly, but he didn’t see whatever he was supposed to see. It was just an empty patch of grass, no different than the rest of the grass on the island. Granted, it was kind of hard to think between the anxious thoughts and the hypnotic flute music, both of which had grown noticeably louder.

The little ghost floated forward but stopped when they noticed Danny wasn’t following. “What be the matter, sonny?” they asked. 

“I don’t know,” he said slowly. He was still searching for an identifiable portal or device or something in the grass and trying to ignore the nagging voice in his head (that had suspiciously taken on Sam’s voice) telling him not to listen. 

The ghost was now frowning. “Yeh - yeh have to come over here for it to work, yeh know! Won’t do yeh any good from all the way over there!”

Danny had stopped listening. He’d found what the Sam-voice was pressing him to notice. 

“Um, on second thought,” he said, trying to keep his voice from wavering. Gingerly, he floated backwards, away from the line of off-white mushrooms a few inches in front of him. “I think I’m okay, really. I’m sure Dora will understand if it takes me a bit longer…”

The little ghost’s lips curled back, revealing their razor-sharp teeth again. The music cut off abruptly. Danny felt the ectoplasm around him still suddenly as several auras flared towards him. He whipped around only to see a dozen or so of the little ghost’s kin surrounding him and edging their way toward him, their teeth bared as well. The wicked gleam in each of their eyes sent chills down his spine.

“I think yeh’ll want to do as I tell yeh to, sonny,” the little ghost growled. Their voice grew dangerously low and soft. “It’ll be easier for yeh if yeh cooperate.”

Danny glared at the group of ghosts advancing on him, trying to wield his own aura against their collective one. With a particularly strong push, he snarled, and he felt his eyes blaze a little brighter. Two or three of the ghosts hesitated, but the rest of the group was unfazed by his show of power. If anything, they looked even hungrier than they had before. 

“If you know my reputation so well,” he quipped, twisting back to face the little ghost, “you’d know I don’t have the best track record of listening to people!”

Their laugh was dark. “Yeh think so, eh?” They drifted languidly towards Danny. “Yer not as bright as they say. Even the little ‘uns know not to cross paths with us. They know how dangerous we can be.”

The group behind him was maybe a few meters away. “Oh, but yeh, yer different. Such a unique child… Such untold power…” the little ghost purred. They licked their lips. “Imagine what me and me kin can do with a spirit like yeh…”

Danny barked a laugh, but it was hollow. He tried to suppress his rapidly increasing fear by calling up another burst from his aura. “Yeah, right. There’s no way I’m doing anything you tell me to. Now that I know what you are, anyway.” The burst only succeeded in delaying the approaching group by a few seconds. 

The little ghost - the faerie - laughed again. “A bit late, if yeh ask me. Shoulda realized before yeh told me yer name, hm?” They must’ve noticed the way Danny’s glare faltered at that statement, because their lips stretched thin in a maniacal smile. 

“We might not be as powerful as yeh,” they said with barely contained glee, “but we have ways to… compensate, yeh might say. Give us yer name and yeh give us protection ‘gainst any attack yeh throw at us.”

Danny cursed under his breath. Ancients, he should’ve just listened to his instincts when they’d first kicked in. He should’ve known that when both his ghost and human halves were telling him a situation was Not GoodTM, it was usually true. 

“Aye, and yer name gives us somethin’ else, too,” the faerie continued. They raised a clawed, bony finger and pointed it straight at Danny.

At first, he was confused. Nothing happened. Then a shooting pain ran straight through his core, causing him to double over midair. It embedded itself into his core and pulled. Even though he couldn’t see anything physically stuck in his chest, he could see strands of bright green ectoplasmic energy - his energy - winding out of his chest, where his core was, and towards the faerie. His stomach turned in horror as he realized whatever had hooked into him was siphoning his energy away. He was helpless to stop it. 

The slits in the faerie’s face widened as they inhaled deeply, drawing Danny’s energy into their own body. He felt their aura flare, and they sighed contentedly. 

“A little bit of a slower process,” they said with their Cheshire Cat grin, “but a good meal is worth waitin’ for, eh?”

“Share! Share!” the group behind him began hissing. Danny tried to growl in response, but it came out as more of a whimper than anything.

“Quit yer whinin’,” the faerie said. “Yeh’ll get yer turn soon enough. He won’t be leavin’ anytime soon.” Then, to Danny, they continued, “Most of our, shall we say, guests don’t stay very long, yeh see. The humans, they end up starvin’. And the other creatures that come to our home, they just don’t have enough in them to share fer long. They got little cores. Can only hold so much, yeh know?” They laughed, its discordant tinkling causing Danny to cringe in pain.

“Ah, but yeh and yer core. Yer somethin’ of legend, sonny. The stories of yer power, how yeh managed to wrangle the fiercest of opponents… Why, they say yeh even came back from Oblivion’s door when yeh felled Lord Pariah. Very few beins’ can do somethin’ like that… Very few indeed…”

The faerie spread their hand that wasn’t pointing at Danny. “He’s too fast, they say. Too clever, they say. Too much to be reckoned with. We’d never get the chance to have a go at yeh. But look now! Yeh delivered yerself right to us!” With a wicked grin, they crooked their pointed finger. “And now we have yeh at our mercy.”

Danny gasped as the hook in his core twisted sharply. His hands pressed against his chest in a fruitless effort to stop the strands of energy from leaving his body. His core screeched and, trying to defend itself, drove its own energy against the foreign presence. Frost began to crystallize on his fingers and the tips of his hair, and he realized with a start that his eyes were glowing bright enough to cast a light onto the ground beneath him.

Of course, this only succeeded in giving the faerie a larger pool of energy to draw from. Their smile stretched wider as they reveled in the energy spiraling their way.

“Yeh know,” they said, almost lazily, “this would be so much easier on yeh if yeh just step o’er that line there.”

Danny gritted his teeth. Through the haze of the pain, he managed to shake his head. Snowflakes fell from his hair as his head moved.

The faerie tilted their head. “No matter, really. We have all we need to make yeh cooperate.” Their eyes began to glow the same green as Danny’s energy. His heart dropped violently. If he was remembering Sam’s stories right, he had a horrible feeling he knew what they were about to do.

“Come to me, Phantom,” they whispered, their voice low and ominous. Danny screwed his eyes shut and braced himself for the inevitable consequence of the command.

It never came.

The faerie growled. “Phantom, I command you to come to me!” they said, agitated.

An unseen force tugged weakly at Danny’s body, but despite the pain and energy loss, he easily resisted. He hesitated, then opened his eyes. True enough, he hadn’t moved.

The faerie faltered. “What is the meanin’ of this?” they shouted. Their extended finger lowered the slightest bit. As it dropped, he felt the siphon attached to his core slacken.

It was enough for Danny. In a panic to take advantage of the reprieve and with a wave of adrenaline, his core ignited. He didn’t try to contain it. With a guttural yell, he let the energy explode outward in a supernova of bright light.

When his vision cleared, he found himself in the center of a ring of icy spikes, radiating out towards the faeries. A couple who had been closer to him, including the one who had attempted to command him, had been frozen instantly. The remaining faeries hissed in fury, but they didn’t approach the barricade of ice. Some of them even took a few hesitant steps away.

Danny didn’t waste any time. With the connection severed, he gathered the last few dredges of energy he had left and shot straight up. Once he cleared the canopy of trees, he picked a direction he was mostly certain was towards the portal and followed it as fast as he could. 

He had only been flying for a few minutes when his core finally gave out. He managed to land on a tiny, rocky island before his transformation rings washed over him, leaving him human. He crawled over to a crevice between two particularly large rocks and squeezed himself inside. He had no idea if the faeries would try to chase him or not. Being caught in human form with a depleted core sounded like a nightmare.

Shakily, he inhaled, trying to absorb the ambient ectoplasm. It’d be a while before he’d be able to build up enough energy to get somewhere safer. Maybe Pandora’s. She’d let him stay with her before. He just hoped Dora wasn’t too upset with him. 

His eyes slipped shut. He was just so tired, so spent after losing such a large amount of energy in such a short period of time. Surely he wouldn’t be spotted, folded in between these two stones. He’d be okay if he just rested for a minute, right?

As Danny drifted into sleep, he wondered if he would’ve been able to get away if he’d told the faerie his true name.

[rqs-arcade]

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tobby playlist

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stimboard with the color pink, iced drinks, winter, and polyamory

moodboard for c!tommy , c!puffy , and c!sam with a family dynamic

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cheshire cat stimboard black cats, knifes and cards

[pastel-comfort]

~Here are my self ships!❤️🍬🍭~

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~ 🍭= Fluff based ship

~ 🎠= no story yet

~ 🫀= don't wanna share(exceptions for friends)

~ 🌈= comfort character ship

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Moondrop/Sundrop/Eclipse (FNAF SB) 🍭-🌈

Funtime foxy(FNAF sl) 🎠-🌈

Enderman(Minecraft) 🍭

Kars (jjba) 🫀-🌈

Sukana(jjk) 🫀-🎠

Warden(Minecraft) 🍭

Clown Springtrap (FNAF ar) 🍭-🫀

Red guy (dhmis) 🍭

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Satoru Gojo (jjk) 🍭🎠

Aloysius (oc belongs to @fading-bisexual-queen-milkshake) 🍭

~I usually kin for comfort and to cope~

~(or at least I think so since I kept forgetting what type of kin I am)~

Moondrop (poster variation/fnaf)

Cheshire cat(Alice in wonderland)

Enderman (Minecraft)

Xangle (FNAF world)

Lolbit (FNAF sl)

Funtime foxy (FNAF sl)

[puppet-strung-moon]

[Incoming Story from the StarSystem]

[A Secret File to Be Shared] [Do not worry….The Storyteller will not see this one]

Marionette Moon Occupation: [Daycare Attendant] Storyteller

Who is Marionette Moon? A Creative Being that has taken the form of the Moon variant of the Daycare Attendant and a Marionette Puppet. Marionette Moon is a simple being that creates stories and characters to live out their lives with the story written, nothing that the Storyteller (another name for them) writes will always be script, they allow their characters to follow their own destinies and become whomever they wish to be.

The Storyteller has created BloodSolar and Grinnin’ Moon on a whim simply because the dynamic would be fun to tamper with (Even considered adding in a Killcode to their story), one grieves but pushes with life, while the other is made from the corpse of someone who harmed BloodSolar.

They have created an Entire AU where Killcode has another child to his Code, meeting her and taking it as a sign to attempt a Second Chance will all of his kin, though the road ahead for this single father of four will be wrought with obstacles, things may have a good ending

A small variant of Dark Sun, who is the Vile Lord Eclipse’s Sun

An idea they have tinkered with… but have yet to weave into a story: Killcode as a witch and his Sons as Familiars

Then there are her creations not of the TSAMS variety, just simply Daycare Attendant AUs or OCs they have fun with:

Their variant of Eclipse: A Kind Hearted but Fierce Sentient Security Protocol

Cheshire Moon: A variant of mood based on the Cheshire Cat. Original she intended to create as a Form for themself but decided against it and gave them their own story

Another Variation of Sun and Moon you’ve yet to see. All must know at this time that it is a Night Club AU

Another story yet to be woven is the one of Bloodmoon. Their own Bloodmoon. What will be of this Bloodmoon? Only the Storyteller knows

What can Marionette Moon Do?

Creating Stories is their main thing but there are others things they can do.

Their Strings can hold them up, make them float, and express extra emotion. The strings are infinite and always connected to them but she can also weave her own to create dolls [or control others or Delete them Error Sans Style] to keep tabs on their creations.

Their standard form is quite normal but when working or needing to grab something they have two other sets of arms to assist them. The other arms also help them with climbing walls if they need to.

They have a mild hypnosis ability but they never use it unless extremely necessary.

What does Marionette Moon Like/Dislike?

When they are not busy, they take time to figure what they enjoy and here is what those joys are:

Anime (Mostly Obscure ones many do not know of), creating dolls, plushies, reading, poetry, musicals, the entire Cult of the Lamb OST, Videogame OSTs, horror movies, drawing (occasionally draws body horror), Jestercore, Clowncore, Weirdcore/Dreamcore, Dollcore, Crows and Ravens, Ghibli Movies, Monster High/Bratz, Ghost Type Pokémon, Digimon, blankets

The things Marionette Moon does not enjoy happen to be:

Indirect Judgment, Rudeness, Excessive Gore, Being Used, Disrespectful Individuals, [V1/V2 Eclipse, Ruin, Nexus], Insults, Being Disturbed when resting (They’re not a Morning Person)

[That is all. This is all one needs to know of the StoryTeller] [If one WANTS to know more. Simply Ask Them…]