#clarabelle cards

[clarabelleblog]

Only 10 Years

[shewhowantsmouseears]

Now I'm wondering with both of these card reveals, is this meant to be like some kind of roleswap/genderswap AU of the Three Musketeers DTV? that could mean Clarabelle may also be a musketeer in the future?

LORCANA PEOPLE, WE NEED THE LORE. WE NEED NOVELS BEHIND THESE THINGS. PLEASE. PLEEEEEEEEAAAASEEEE

[beforerailwayengines]

Comin' Out (Annie's Song)

Hello friends!

For a while now, my partner and I have joked about we see Annie and Clarabel as Thomas' lesbian aunts - gay mothers keeping their failson out of trouble. That was something that we joked about before we started going out, and as a demiromantic bi person, that was a lot of self discovery about myself. So I wanted to do a story that channeled some of my aromantic/demi experience, and I had the idea of a story about Annie and Clarabel meeting each other for the first time that was knocking about for a while. I decided to do both. I hope you enjoy :)

I went into a bit of a frenzy writing this this week tbh, it just kept getting longer with more moving parts 😅 I don't view Annie and Clarabel as sisters, it's not something that's ever said in the show, and the only places I found that said it was a post on the Thomas Facebook and a Take Along Card. So it's about as canon as there being no number 11 engine on Sodor or the Spiteful Brakevan being a Brown Guard's Engine who helps Donald and Douglas. Their bio in the writer's bible for S17 describes them as "slightly wacky maiden aunts", which... i mean.... y'know... to me that gives "they were best friends and lived together" energy. And if the coaches in the books were meant to be "dutiful wives" to their engines, I don't think they're sisters. That whole thing on its own is freaky and weird like Thomas is widderwally twee years old he doesn't have a polycule

I thought it would be worth addressing since other people interpret them that way. That's fine! But this is how I see them and I hope you can appreciate that 🫡

Again, hope you enjoy! :)

[thefluffyrailway-official]

So whats the full Orion family tree. Also please forgive me if I misspelled his name

Nah it's perfectly fine! Now here's his family tree and a little famoly card to make it easy.

(Free little clue of the loafs' mates nyehehe)

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FAMILY

PARENTS

- Thomas Aiden Billinton

- Emily Stirling Gresley

SIBLINGS

-Emerald Billinton

UNCLES/AUNTS

- Percy Gresley Avonside

- Nia Kur-Billinton

- Timothy Billinton †

- Roly Browndusk

- Annabelle/Annie Browndusk

- Clarabel Browndusk

- O💚💚💚💚💚 Collett

- T🩶🩶🩶 Collett

COUSINS

- Aiden Collett Browndusk

- Octavia Collett Browndusk

- Claire Collett Browndusk

- Hakim Gresley

- Raj Gresley

GRANDPARENTS

- Theodore Billinton jr (Bio Thomas part) †

- Helena Adderhick (Bio Thomas part) †

- Cedric Browndusk

- Adella Cedarbloom

- Arthur Stirling (Bio Emily part) †

- Valley Greenwish (Bio Emily part) †

- Gordon Gresley

- Henry Avonside

OTHER RELATIVES

- Edward Arsen (Mentor)

- Maddison Stream (Rival)

- Harriet Woods (Bff/future crush)

- Vanessa Lima (Friend/future Coach 1)

- Verónica Díaz (Friend/future Coach 2)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was too much info?? QwQ

(As always creds to @steam-beasts for the inspo for this AU. We don't share Orión. But i wanted to give her creds anyway :3)

[dent-de-leon]

newly resurrected tealeaf my beloved...he wakes up so scared he just--"bolts up and runs." His first real world is Love, Molly reaching out to Yasha and pulling her into a hug as soon as he recognizes her. Calling out for his Magician and all his other loved ones after. He gently asks, "Home?" looking uncertainly around the rotting remains of Cognouza, until Jester rushes to reassure him--no no, this isn't home. But it's okay. We're going to take you home.

The Mighty Nein all hold hands to teleport. And Tealeaf doesn't know what that's about, but he happily holds hands with all these warm, achingly familiar strangers. He picks pretty flowers from the Blooming Grove for Beau and Yasha, looks so pleased and excited when he finally gets the chance to give them. He walks under Catha wide eyed and full of wonder, taking in the verdant greenery and moonlit lake. Notices Clarabelle is clearly watching him, but is content to just let her quietly follow.

He looks so fond when Jester gives his tarot cards back. Does he still remember the last dream he had of his goddess, back in that liminal space between life and death? When she read his fortune and held Yasha's tarot card out to him? "The Love card...Do you know what that means? It's okay if you don't." "One might call that a miracle...Perhaps fourth time's the charm."

Molly and Lucien reached out to each other when everything ended, shook hands and decided to go back home together. This little tiefling is their shared connection, their twin souls--reborn from all the love the Nein had for them, the love that Tealeaf always returned. "A part of a soul. Or is it a whole one? If souls could grow from but a piece..." A soul born and saved by Love--

[rygoespop]

Thomas and Friends: Legends of Sodor (Story 100): The Railway Tourists (80th Anniversary Special)

In honor of May 2025 marking 80 Years of The Railway Series and this being the 100th Story, I decided to make this a Double Special, so enjoy

Scene opens with Earth spinning around

Narrator: All around the world, there are Railways, and railways have engines all over the world

Scene shows 7 Countries with their respective engines, Sam and Vinnie (The US), Gator (Colombia), Axel (Belgium), Ivan (Russia), Ashima (India), Yong Bao (China), and Hiro (Japan)

Narrator: And every engine on the railway pull or push coaches and goods to their destinations

The world turns as it zooms in on The United Kingdom, more commonly known as The Mainland

Narrator: But the most important railway is British Railways on The Mainland, which runs from Victoria Station, to Vicarstown on The Island of Sodor

Scene shows Flying Scotsman racing down the line pulling 6 Red Express Coaches, puffing through the Canal

Flying Scotsman: *whistling and racing* Morning express coming through!

Beresford: Good mornin Scotsman!

Flying Scotsman puffs into Roosevelt as Samson was puffing down on the other line pulling a Flour Car, a car full of Milk Churns, a Coal Car, a car full of crates, and Bradford, on the bridge above, a group of people from across the globe were taking pictures and recording

Flying Scotsman: *sees the tourists* Hello there! *whistles*

Samson whistled back

American Tourist: Wow! I can’t believe that was the Flying Scotsman

Finnish Tourist: I know man, and soon, we got a next stop

American Tourist: On the Island of Sodor, that’s our next stop!

British Tourist: Come on lots, let’s catch the next passenger train!

Soon, the Tourists came down from the Bridge and onto the platform

American Tourist 2: Look! Someone is coming!

Mallard puffed into Roosevelt, pulling 4 Blue Express Coaches

Mallard: Hello there, are you going to Vicarstown?

Canadian Tourist: Of course! We have a plan to see around the Island of Sodor

Mallard: Well, get in the coaches please

The Tourists all got in Mallard’s Coaches

Mallard: *blew his whistle* Next stop, Vicarstown! *puffs off*

American Tourist 3: This is grand, we’re gonna see the Island of Sodor

American Tourist 4: I know, they got the four railways

British Tourist: The North Western Railway

American Tourist 2: The Skarloey Railway

Canadian Tourist: The Culdee Fell Railway

Finnish Tourist: And the Arlesdale Railway

American Tourist 5: How Joy!

Mallard: We have arrived at Vicarstown!

The tourists peeked out of windows and see the Vicarstown as it was busy, followed by cameos of Murdoch, Paxton, Connor, and Theo all hauling and shunting coaches and cars

American Tourist: This is gonna be the best day ever

Camera pans up to the sky

Title Card: The Railway Tourists

Scene cuts to Thomas puffing down on his Branchline pulling Annie and Clarabel

Narrator: Meanwhile, Thomas was out on his Branchline

Thomas arriving at Elsbridge

Thomas: Ah, nothing like a good passenger run to start the day

Emily: You said it *blew her whistle*

Thomas: Oh, morning Emily!

Emily: Morning Thomas! Have you heard?

Thomas: No what?

Emily: We are gonna get a visit from Tourists, they wanna see us

Thomas: Wooooow, that’s amazing! Are they visiting us now?

Emily: No Thomas, their first visit is the Arlesdale Railway

Thomas: Oh, ok then

Scene transitions to the Tourists arriving at Arlesburgh West

Narrator: Later that day, the Tourists made their visit to the Arlesdale Railway

American Tourist 6: Wooooow, look at this railway, it looks like a toy railway

Mike: Toy? *puffed in*

American Tourist 6: Oh, sorry I said that

Mike: Yeah, you better

Bert: *puffed in* Sorry about that, that’s Mike, he’s a rather grumpy one! You must be the tourists

Finnish Tourist: Indeed we are

Bert: Then welcome to the Arlesdale Railway, you met Mike, I’m Bert

Camera shows to Frank pushing Ballast up, as well as Jock pulling coaches and Rex pulling coal cars

Bert: That’s Frank, and Jock too, and Rex

Frank: Hello there

Rex: Well, we got quite some tourists visiting this Island

American Tourist: Indeed

Australian Tourist: Which one of you will give us a tour around this railway

Jock: I will!

Scene transitions to Jock, puffing down the line, pulling the coaches with Tourists all in

Narrator: Soon, Jock began to take the tourists around the Arlesdale Railway

Jock: Over here we have the Arlesdale Station

The Tourists were surprised as they took pictures

Jock puffed into Arlesburgh Harbor

Jock: And here we have Arlesburgh Harbor, a harbor that connects both the Arlesdale Railway and the North Western Railway

Frank oiled down the other line pulling Wool Cars, followed by cameos from Daisy and Neville carrying passengers and cars respectively

American Tourist: You can smell the sea air, its breath taking for the view

British Tourist: I know, it’s quite the view

Scene transitions to Jock arriving back at Arlesburgh West

Narrator: Later, Jock arrived back at Arlesburgh Junction

Jock: Thus concludes the tour around the Miniature Railway, now where do you plan on going to next?

American Tourist: Why we’re going to visit the Culdee Fell Railway next

Jock: Ok then, have a nice time over there

Oliver puffed in pulling Old Slow Coach and Toad

Oliver: I can get you there

Australian Tourist: Much obliged

Old Slow Coach: Oh this is fascinating, carrying tourists

Toad: Like a dream come true

The Tourists got in Old Slow Coach

Oliver: Next stop, Kirk Machan *blew his whistle and puffs off*

Scene transitions to Tidmouth Roundhouse Shed, the 12 Members of the Steam 14 (Edward, Henry, Gordon, James, Percy, Toby, Molly, Rosie, Stanley, Belle, Nia, and Rebecca) were getting the shed decorated

Narrator: Meanwhile at Tidmouth Roundhouse Shed, decorations were being put up

Belle: Oooh I’m so excited for the Tourists to see us!

Gordon: I know, they knew about my brother, but now it’s my turn!

Molly: Oh Gordon, don’t showboat

Toby: I wonder if they’ll appreciate a tram engine like me

Percy: I’m sure they will Toby

Stanley: I agree with Percy

Rosie: Same too

Henry: Although it’s gonna be one celebration to have tourists see us

Nia: I agree with Henry

Rebecca: Me too, it’ll be quite a party

Edward: Well, it’s only a matter of time until Thomas and Emily get here

James: Oooh yes

Scene transitions to Oliver arriving at Kirk Machan

Narrator: Meanwhile, Oliver brought the Tourists to Kirk Machan

American Tourist: Wooooow, look at that mountain

Culdee: *puffed backwards pulling Catherine* Hello Oliver! I see you brought me passengers

Oliver: Not just any ordinary passengers Culdee

Culdee: What do you mean?

Toad: They are Tourists from around the world Mr. Culdee

Culdee: Tourists?! Well I’ll be, get in please, and I’ll show you the mountain view

The Tourists all got in Catherine

Culdee: Thank you Oliver! *blew his whistle and puffs off as he pushes Catherine*

Oliver: Anytime Culdee!

Scene transitions to Culdee pushing Catherine up on the hills

Narrator: Soon, Culdee took the Tourists around the mountains

Culdee: Up there is the Summit, engines like us bring the hikers up for a view of the island

American Tourist: Ooooooh

Australian Tourist: What’s that down there?

Culdee: That, that track leads down to the passenger transfer on the Skarloey Railway

Finnish Tourist: Another Narrow Gauge Railway?

American Tourist: Sounds interesting

American Tourist 2: Lets go down there!

Culdee: If you insist *blew his whistle and puffs down*

Canadian Tourist: Oooooh, what’s that

Culdee: That, that’s the Lakeside Station on the Skarloey Railway, I heard stories about it, and one time, I was told that Peter Sam once left the Refreshment Lady behind

American Tourist 6: Was that true?

Culdee: Of course!

Scene transitions to Culdee arriving at the Passenger Transfer Shed

Narrator: Soon, Culdee brought the passengers down

Culdee: Here we are

British Tourist: I wonder who-

A whistle was heard

Duke: I’ll take it from here!

Duke puffed backwards with 2 Blue Narrow Gauge Coaches and a Green Narrow Gauge Coach

Finnish Tourist: Is that?

Australian Tourist: It is! It’s Duke! The legend, the Myth!

Duke: The myth? *chuckles* Oh you youngins never cease to make me laugh

British Tourist: Indeed

Duke blew his whistle and puffs off down the hill

Culdee: Goodbye Duke

Scene transitions to Duke puffing down the line with the tourists

Narrator: Soon, Duke began to show the tourists around the Skarloey Railway

Duke: First up is Rheneas Station

American Tourist; Rheneas Station?

Duke: Yes, named after one of the engines on this railway

Finnish Tourist: Oooooh, interesting!

Duke puffed into Rheneas Station

Duke: And here’s the station

Luke blew his whistle as he puffed in with Empty Slate Cars

Luke: Hello Duke! What are ya doing?

Duke: Greetings Luke, I’m showing these Railway Tourists around our Railway

Canadian Tourist: Look, it’s the engine who saved Thomas!

The Tourists took pictures on Luke

Luke: Oh thank ya kindly, if it weren’t for Thomas, then I would stay hidden forever!

Duke: Indeed! Well, time to get going, goodbye young Luke *blew his whistle and puffs off*

Luke: Goodbye Duke!

Scene transitions to Duke coming across a level crossing, the same one Sir Handel met George

Narrator: Soon, Duke came across a Level Crossing

Duke comes to a stop

American Tourist 4: Hey! Why are we stopping?

Duke: There’s a level crossing, so we got to let someone go through

Soon, Caroline rolled down the road

Caroline: Hello Duke

Duke: Hello Caroline

Caroline: Carrying tourists I see

Duke: Yes, and these tourists are from around the world

Caroline: Around the world you say, fascinating!

Finnish Tourist: Indeed it’s fascinating

Caroline: Well, better get going, goodbye Duke! *rolled away*

Duke: Farewell Caroline!

The Tourists took pictures of Kirk Ronan Station as it’s in the distance

Duke: Now then, onto Crovan’s Gate! *blew his whistle and puffs off*

Scene transitions to Thomas and Emily at Crovan’s Gate, they were waiting

Narrator: Meanwhile at Crovan’s Gate, Thomas and Emily were waiting for Duke

Thomas: Where is Duke?

Annie: He must not be late

Clarabel: As we got to take these tourists

Emily: Oh he’ll be here!

Soon, Duke blew his whistle as he arrived

Duke: Don’t worry you youngins, I’m here!

Thomas: There you are Duke, I was worried we would be delayed

Emily: Now the tourists are happy to see us

The Tourists got out and see Thomas and Emily

American Tourist: I don’t believe it, it’s them, it’s really them

Finnish Tourist: Oh this is perfect

Emily: Are you coming in?

British Tourist 2: Oh, right!

Soon, the tourists got in Annie and Clarabel, as well as Emily’s Coaches

Thomas: Ready Emily?

Emily: Ready Thomas!

Thomas and Emily blew their whistles and puff off

American Tourist: I can’t believe we got the king and queen of the Ffarquhar Branchline to take us

Finnish Tourist: I know right, it’s amazing!

Thomas: First stop, Ulfstead Castle!

Scene transitions to Thomas and Emily arriving at Ulfstead Castle

Narrator: Soon, Thomas and Emily arrive at Ulfstead Castle

Thomas: This, is Ulfstead Castle, a landmark on Sodor

The Tourists were amazed as they take pictures

American Tourist 5: This is amazing

Glynn: Indeed my young friends

Glynn and Stephen puff in

Thomas: Oh, Stephen! Glynn!

Glynn: Hello Thomas, what brings you and Emily here?

Emily: We are showing tourists around the railway

Stephen: And landmarks like Ulfstead Castle?

British Tourist 3: Whoa! It’s Stephenson’s Rocket! He does exist!

Stephen: Oh please, do call me Stephen!

American Tourist 4: By your request

Glynn: I never thought Tourists would visit the Island

Thomas: Well, there’s a surprise for them at Tidmouth

Glynn: Ooooh

Stephen: Sounds interesting

Finnish Tourist: *walks up to Glynn* So, your the old Coffeepot Engine who once ran on Thomas’s Branchline

Glynn: Indeed I am

Stephen: As long you didn’t get cream and sugar in your boiler *chuckled*

Glynn: You are funny Stephen

Thomas: *Chuckled* I guess that’s a coffee too sweet

Glynn: Real funny my predecessor!

Emily: *giggled* So, should we get onto Tidmouth?

Thomas: Your right Emily! We should get going

The Tourists got back in Annie and Clarabel and Emily’s coaches

Thomas: It was fun seeing you again, bye Glynn!

Emily: Bye Stephen!

Both Thomas and Emily puff backwards

Glynn: Goodbye Thomas and Emily!

Stephen: See you soon

Scene transitions to Thomas and Emily puffing down the line on separate tracks to Tidmouth

Narrator: Soon, Thomas and Emily were on their way to Tidmouth with the Tourists

Thomas: I can’t wait to show the tourists to everyone

Emily: I know Thomas

Scene transitions to Thomas and Emily arriving at Tidmouth Roundhouse Shed

Narrator: At last, they arrived at the shed

Thomas: And here, is Tidmouth Roundhouse Shed, home to 12 members of the Steam 14

American Tourist: Wooooooow

Emily: Now let’s show them everyone inside

Thomas’s Driver and Emily’s driver open the door, showing the other engines

Gordon: Well, they’re here!

James: Helloooooo Tourists!

American Tourist 7: Look, it’s really them

Canadian Tourist; This, is an amazing visit we get to have

Australian Tourist: You got that right

Finnish Tourist; Best, day, ever!

Soon, the tourists all got to meet all of the members of the 14, taking pictures with them

Narrator: Soon, everyone was delighted to see all the members of the Steam 14, they were taking pictures, evenly meeting Sir Topham Hatt for the first time l

STH: I’m sure you all have a splendid time visiting my railway, as well as the other railways

???: Oh, except one they haven’t visited yet

Thomas: Who said- Wait, I know that voice!

A golden glow appears on the Turntable, revealing the voice to be Lady

Lady: Hello Thomas

Thomas: Lady! I knew you came to see all of us!

Gordon: *sees Lady* So the magic engine, does exist!

Lady: Of course I do Gordon

Belle: It’s nice to meet you Lady!

Lady: I know Belle

Thomas: What brings you here from the Spirit Realm?

Lady: I’m here to say this to you Thomas, you are, a Really Useful Engine

Thomas: Oh, thank you Lady!

Scene cuts to a montage of Thomas and all of his friends working together on the Island of Sodor, evenly engines on The Mainland and Around the World, while the Thomas Anthem by Headmaster Hastings play, as the story ending with Thomas puffing into Ffarquhar Station like he did in the original intro, as the scene freeze frames and fades to black

HAPPY 80 YEARS TO THE RAILWAY SERIES!

I hope you all enjoyed this 80th Anniversary Special/100th Story, stay tune for the next story

[maskofenigma]

another fallen london essay ramble whoo boy (i dont plan these btw) (spoilers for firmament and light fingers in particular plus general spoilers)

ok so do yall remember that one line in Firmament Chapter three where Summer drinks moon milk and looks directly at the player character and nothing happens? if not i get it, that section was pretty hard to follow and it was ultimately inconsequential and also optional so here it is

(from the fallen london wiki - Suggest Summer do it instead)

anyone whos played Light Fingers or is familiar with that plotline knows that this makes zero sense. even normal moon milk has extreme effect if ingested. and unless we're going to have some kind of toxic romance arc with Summer (which would be great but given the lack of foreshadowing and other aforementioned reasons is highly unlikely) we can chalk this up to sloppy writing and unfamiliarity with that ambition on whoever wrote this. such frustration seems to be the consensus on this chapter, at least on here

But! ive been following some liveblogging of early Light Fingers, reminiscing etc etc, when i remembered one other odd tie in to moon milk, in the cave of the nadir. now analyzing the nadir is similarly difficult to zenith because its very vauge and theres a lot of disconnected elements in there all in service of making a place thats confusing and dangerous and unknowable and whatever so take this with a grain of zalt. im sure theres some juicy deeplore in there but what i want to focus on is this

(from the fallen london wiki - "It was the milk... it was the milk, wasn't it?")

this is a weird callout, right? afaik thats one of the very few connections to an ambition in the nadir, alongside whatever the frost moth does in nemesis (havent gotten there yet). so like what gives? its not an especially rewarding action, and it doesnt progress the ambition or anything. its possible, given this comes after the orphanage section, that these two are like escapees of the orphanage after the fire / riot, but it could also be some disconnected memory its all very difficult to discern. and even if that is the case it doesnt really tell us much except maybe foreshadowing for Hephesta's situation. the best i can say is that, taken in context with the other options on that card, maybe its a parallel to Clarabelle's situation, with the references to eggs? there has to be some reason behind this reference, and if there isnt one, than at least let me headcanon this

i think the two instances above tell us very little on their own, but taken in together have fascinating implications. irrigo and violant are thematically opposed colors, forgetting vs remembering, and zenith / the nadir are explicitly connected both textually and in their names (zenith means the highest point of a space or object, nadir means the lowest), so that they both reference moon milk is interesting to say the least. I think this could be telling us that moon milk has different effects when under these two neathbow colors. Moon milk induced obsession seems to be resistant to the psyche destroying affects of the nadir, persisting for the two people in a place where memory is actively unravelled. the woman, even as she tells her companion to forget her, still clearly recalls the affect of the moon milk and her newfound obsessions. maybe this is somehow due to the milk's affect of overwhelming the victims previous life, in essence forcing them to forget what was previously important to them. or maybe, given irrigo's connection with lack of perception and drawing inward, the idea is that when the victim has nothing else to cling to in the nadir, the love instilled by the moon milk persists as a sort of internal source of comfort. in zenith, the violant light seems to dull or entirely nullify the milk's effects if that moment with Summer is to be believed. its stated that the violant forces the player character to be aware of every detail at once, able to perceive even distant objects with total clarity, splitting your attention everywhere at once. the way moon milk works is just an extreme version of a classic love potion: a victim falls deeply in love specifically with the first thing they see. maybe, because one perceives everything at the same time, the moon milk cannot properly take effect. or maybe the violant is just too oppressive, preventing the milk from occupying a victims thoughts as they are overwhelmed by the light.

whatever the case may be this is a very odd pairing. for a section so filled with moon misers, firmament has very little by way of references to Light Fingers, odd given thats one of the main places one would encounter a moon miser. no comment. and that moment in the nadir has always struck me as peculiar, if only for it being seemingly out of nowhere and disconnected to everything else. but moon misers are linked to apocyanic light with some degree of regularity, so i dont think its too great a stretch to connect them to other neathbow colors as well. one wonders how everyones favorite roof beetles might be affected by the other colors of the neath. even if im totally off base and disproven by some text in the high sancta or sunless skies or whatever there has to be something here im sure of it. or maybe ive lost it who knows certainly not me okay bye

[bluegreenamber]

Critter Gen Week 2024 - Day 3: Cross Campaign (WIP)

Full fics for Days 1 & 2 can be found on my Ao3 here

Hiya folks! I'm very excited to be doing @critter-genfic-events's Critter Gen Week this year, and while I'd have loved to have had every Days' prompts fulfilled with full fics, things have been crazy busy. So, for Days 3 & 6, I'll be posting WIP sneak peeks for two new upcoming multi-chapter fics that have been percolating for a while now (and are what I plan to finish my Critter Genfic Bingo card with) on here instead of my usual place on Ao3. WIPs will be under the cut (only content warning for this one is very canon-typical swearing), and I hope you enjoy the snippets that I've written to go along with the event prompts!

Clarabelle giggles, unmoved from her spot by the pond. For her troubles, she gets splashed in the face as a strange green mass appears out of nowhere and drops straight into the pond. Her indignant splutter is almost identical to Calliope’s, as Caduceus knows well. 

“What’s that?” Yasha steps closer to the pond, hand clenching and unclenching at her side as if gripping for the greatsword she had left at the temple. 

Suddenly, the green mass bursts from the surface of the water, arms flailing and mouth coughing up lily petals. Their skin is made of a jade-like stone under a red leather outfit, and their hair is made of amethyst-like gems. The combination reminds Caduceus of the residuum seeds that had saved the Grove. 

“Fuck!” the mass says as they spit out another petal. “What the fuck? Where the hell am I?” Then, their eyes lock onto their audience, though one eye is clouded over. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Clay. Caduceus Clay.”

“Clarabelle Clay.” The younger firbolg makes no move to help the newcomer out of the pond. 

“...Yasha,” the aasimar says when the newcomer’s one good eye turns to her. 

“What’s your name?” Clarabelle asks as soon as the newcomer clambers onto dry land a good distance away from where she sits. 

“Ashton. Now, where the fuck am I?”

“The Blooming Grove in the Savalirwood,” Caduceus says. 

Ashton blinks, their confusion not clearing at all. “Uh, okay. Cool, cool, cool. You all wouldn’t happen to have any idea how the fuck I ended up here?”

“None whatsoever,” Clarabelle says cheerfully. 

Suddenly, Ashton jerks their head upwards. “Wait, where the fuck…? Do you have any idea what’s happening with the moon right now? The little red fucker?”

“None whatsoever.”

[sunset-peril]

As Guilt Weighs

-Author's Notes-

Based on the Oswald's History cutscene

Also based on scrapped content from EM's "Playstyle Matters" gameplay mechanic (specifically, the section where Mickey became more similar to the Blot when he made more evil choices than heroic choices)

According to the Epic Mickey book (and the opening to EM2), Mickey canonically chose to kill the Clock Tower instead of redeem him, so I included that.

An AU idea I had in middle school where Oswald had a right-hand-man like Gus was to Mickey who shared Oswald's motives but also had motives of her own. (Like the original game, everyone is neither 100% hero nor 100% villain)

Didn't have either game open while writing, just referenced the cutscene that was linked, so no promises on canon-ness.

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So this was the palace of Wasteland's true king. 

It's a… fixer upper for sure. Much like everything else in the once prosperous kingdom. 

The trek to this point since being grabbed by that monster and flung into this bleak, forbidden-feeling landscape had been… disconcerting to say the least. 

He was Mickey Mouse! M-i-c-k-e-y! M-o-u-s-e! Yet since arriving here, he'd been sneered at, glared at, attacked with no mercy, or straight up ignored. 

When all the hostilities faded away, he was… forgotten. Just like Wasteland itself. 

He felt closer to being one of them than he ever could have imagined. 

At the end of this long climb up Mickeyjunk, a mountain made entirely of his likeness, he wasn't sure if he'd even recognize his own face in the mirror. 

And who could? That Mickey was bright, cheery, pure and innocent; a cheery face to brighten weary souls.

He could feel his difference to that mouse. The almost ink-like feeling of his face as almost ghostly wisps flowed from his nose back past his ears (if they were even still that round shape). It had first started, just a couple ink-like drips off the head every now and then, when he'd first been abducted by that creature. Since defeating the Clock Tower, nay, since thinning the Clock Tower, the progression had rushed by and left him wondering if there was even a face to recognize. 

And thinning was the right word to use for such an act. The Tower's deranged screeching and singing and mumbling as his mind left him; and the scraping of metal, the screaming of pain and the snapping of gears and cogs as Mickey's actions tore apart his body and left only a disfigured face as a stepping stone. 

He was no hero.

These citizens torn and worn by grief and war owed nothing to him but their sideways glances.

Many of them were kind still, in their flickers of hopeful emotion. Horace and Clarabelle… he couldn't help the guilt that wracked him at their betrayed (poorly disguised as ‘disappointed’) faces.

They were once co-workers, fellow stars, friends…

And he forgot them. 

A clearing of the throat and a swishing of a white mustache brought him back from his thoughts. 

“Are we ready to meet Oswald?” 

Gus… he was so kind. So generous and thoughtful. He had been trapped down here since the last world war… and yet he never lost his kindness despite all that had happened to him… to all of Wasteland. He was the first friendly face in this world, and was still one of very few. The little levitating gremlin was a living reminder of the hope that could be found in the darkest places. 

“You'll think he'll want to see us?”

“Ah, it's not him I'm worried about.” 

Before Mickey could protest for an explanation, an army of cards surrounded them to shepherd the pair further into the desolate bunker-esque castle at the summit of Mickeyjunk Mountain. 

~~~

“Say, uh, this is that rabbit… Oswald, right?” Mickey pointed a dripping finger at an old, faded black-and-white title card. 

“‘Great Guns’, ‘Trolley Trouble’, ‘Oh What A Knight’... Oswald was in lots of old films.” Gus pulled the title card for ‘Oh What A Knight’ off the staircase wall. “He was the first one of us to become a star! …and the first to be forgotten.” 

“Forgotten…” There was that dreaded word again, the first death of a soul doomed to die over and over. “What… what happened?”

A loud clank came from behind the pair, and the mouse was spun around, neck wrapped around a scythe, before he could greet the voice. “You happened.”

Another human, well Mickey thought it was human, snarled at him from behind a horned mask; breathing and staring him down. 

“Now, now, Sylvia,” Mickey could hear Gus’ nervous voice behind him. “There's no need for that.” 

“What is this Blotling you've brought here, Gus?” 

“Sylvia, that's Mickey Mouse, and he's very much Toon, let me tell you.”

“Even worse.” Sylvia dropped her hold on the mouse.

“Sylvia, he's not staying. He's just here to greet Oswald and get home.”

“Of course he isn't. The people love him too much.” Wings that dripped similarly to Mickey's body, although much brighter in color, flared in his face. 

“Um… pardon me,” The mouse grinned cheekily. “But, uh, who is this?” 

“Ah!” There was that tone of voice Gus had when he was about to start monologuing. “This is Sylvia, Guardian of Wasteland! She has been around since Wasteland's creation, protecting each of its citizens-”

“Until the Thinner Disaster.” 

“T-Thinner Disaster?” No matter how many times he heard the same speech, he still asked the same question. And got grabbed by Sylvia.

“Open. Your. Eyes. Mouse. Do you really think such a place as this is where forgotten characters are supposed to go, huh? A place so dark and desolate, where hope itself has died?” 

“Well, uh, you seem cheerful-”

“The Thinner Disaster changed everything.” She dropped the dripping creature flat on his rear. “Or should I say, it ruined everything.”

“So, uh, what's this got to do with me? O-or Oswald?”

“Nothing. I just don't like you. And that will be King Oswald to you, mouse.” She walked in circles around him, studying him almost, each touch of the scythe on the ground going click, click, click. “The Blot took everything from us. Our home, our livelihoods, our queen is dead because of the Blot. You think you're rough enough? Try being cast aside, dumped for decades and then having the kingdom you built with your blood and tears to prevent them from others be drowned in the likeness of acid; have a beast come raging from the destruction and end the love of your life right before your own eyes and have nothing to celebrate for your victory because your entire reason to live has been consumed by the likeness of Hell itself?! You selfish creature. Wasteland heard the screams that can never be voiced pierce her ears. Wasteland scrapped herself together after the slaughter of her queen and her dearest brethren on the lines of war. Wasteland and her king live on even when there is no queen or kingdom left to live for and serve. To think you could ever compare confirms your likeness of the Blot far deeper than this physical realm. And so help me Walt, if you did anything to bring this pain and suffering upon the kingdom of Wasteland, then thoughts of the Cartoon World will be the last thing on your mind and the furthest from the last thing you'll see.” 

A small ‘plink plink plink!’ brought Sylvia's masked face out from directly above the mouse's nose and turned to a small collection of those blue bunnies that seemed insistent on chunking him into the Thinner himself. 

“Ah, Princes!” The gentleness of her voice now was jarring. “Come here.” The three bunny children hopped into her arms and snuggled as she walked towards a large open hallway. “Daddy's on his throne, right back here, let me bring you.” Her right hand rose and a snap broke through the room. “Cards! Seize them and run his Majesty's tests!” 

And once again, a deck of cards had him surrounded.

And this time, there were no clever escapes. He was firmly on unfamiliar territory. 

“She doesn't like me, does she?”

“Not one bit.”

[lordvonbunnyv]

List of things people have left/ found in Annie and Clarabel

A hat covered in flowers

A half eaten whataburger (whataburger only exists in the US as far as I know. I actually googled whether or not there’s a whataburger restaurant in England. The answer is no)

Someone’s stocking

A sword

Swimming trunks

A teddy bear

A very creepy doll

Weed

One shoe

A bag of groceries

A kid’s homework assignment with the words “do not return to owner” written in bold on it

Someone’s pet rabbit

A squirrel

A hedgehog

A spider plant

Toy army men

A pigeon

A used condom

A purse

Flowers

A balloon

An ice cream cone

A diaper

Pens

Pencils

Playing cards

A smoking pipe

Some kid’s lunchbox

A wooden Thomas toy

A bird

A tiny yorkie on a leash

A coin purse

A yo-yo

A cat

A backpack with a kid’s school supplies and assignments

A toy car

A pack of gum

An empty bottle of cold medicine

[billygaysanguine]

mods are asleep post entire tvtropes entry for scapegrace The self-proclaimed "Killer Supreme", an incredibly ineffectual mage who has yet to actually kill anybody. A bumbling, but tenacious foe of Valkyrie and Skulduggery. Gets turned into a zombie by Dreylan Scarab in Dark Days.

Back from the Dead: Sanguine kills him in Dark Days after finding out he's not a killer, but Scarab decides they may as well put his death to good use, and makes him a zombie. Then in Kingdom of the Wicked he gets Dr. Nye to bring him completely back to life. See Gender Bender.

Break the Haughty: The final book has him finally face the fact that he's nowhere near as badass as he'd like to be. He actually takes it pretty well.

Butt-Monkey: Seriously. He gets humiliated or injured in every appearance.

Card-Carrying Villain: He's very proud of his status as a murderer. (Er... wannabe murderer.)

Determinator: He simply does not give up. Much good it does him.

Evil Duo: Him and Thrasher, with him being in charge - though eventually, they pull a Heel–Face Turn.

Gender Bender: Nye gives him the wrong body. He's unhappy with it, to put it mildly, and while this is initially Played for Laughs, it's later elaborated that he's feeling at least some gender dysphoria and realises that while his new form makes him popular, he's not popular for who he is.

Heel–Face Turn: Decides to become a superhero in Last Stand of Dead Men. The Dark and Stormy Knight. He's equally bad at it as he was at being evil, but he tries.

Hidden Depths: They're very hidden, granted, and it takes until The Dying of the Light to discover them but would you believe that Vaurien Scapegrace passes the third test (just) and nearly becomes the King of Necropolis. And that he turns it down for the moment because he and Thrasher promised Clarabelle they'd come back.

I Can Still Fight!: With his head chopped off.

Ineffectual Sympathetic Villain: He's so dreadfully awful at being a bad guy, it's hard not to pity him, just a little, especially as Valkyrie and Skulduggery use his incompetence for their own plans. Though he does pretty much deserve it.

Losing Your Head: Under Gordon's house. Valkyrie drop kicks it.

Meaningful Name: Both his first name and his surname mean "scoundrel".

Removing the Head or Destroying the Brain: Turns out... chopping off his head won't kill him.

[clarabelleblog]

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[toontownlibrary]

Series 1 Toonography cards.

[dalia1784]

Vintage Valentine’s Day Card from the 1930′s

[lilboppaloola]

Getting near that time of year, so holiday card headcanon time (accidentally became really long, oops):

Skulduggery and Valkyrie sending out awful, family-with-many-kids style Christmas cards together.

Skulduggery has a Santa hat and Valkyrie takes a minute to piss herself because "YOU LOOK LIKE JACK SKELLINGTON OH MY GODDDD". She dances around singing "What's This?" and collapsing with rib-aching laughter "because she thinks she's so funny, that girl".

The final design is a mixture of bad Christmas Snapchat filters and photo booth props, but in the end they have the cheesiest photo for a card they decide to send to everyone they know - especially their enemies.

Scaramouch Van Dreg sits in his cell and is happily surprised to receive mail for once. He opens the envelope and is greeted by his arch-nemesis and a vaguely familiar girl on the front of a card reading "We wish you a very Pleasant Christmas". There's a sigh. A long one. He drops the envelope and it flutters to the concrete floor. Finally, he shrugs and bangs on the door until a cleaver opens the window. "Got any blutack?"

Thrasher opens their mail or Scapegrace bins it all to avoid paying bills. ("You do know that's not how bills work, sir?" "Shut up, Thrasher of course it is. They can't make you pay if you don't read the letters." "Yes, sir.")

Clarabelle skips into the room with armfuls of cards all addressed to different people and Thrasher isn't sure where she got them from but he doesn't complain when she sticks them all over the walls of their shared house.

They've already erected the Christmas tree (twice actually, after they lifted Clarabelle to put the star on top and suddenly all three of them were laying on top of a very horizontal tree, baubles and slightly-limp homemade decorations bouncing off in all directions).

Thrasher excitedly proposes the idea of doing their own family card and is immediately shut down ("Shut up, Thrasher." "Scapey, don't be mean to Gerald. It's the season of happiness we celebrate after Santa's favourite elf went to New York to find his real dad who doesn't want to see him, in time to share the love of holiday festivities." "I-I'm not sure that's completely right, Clarabelle." "Of course it is. How else do you explain all the books about it? Like that one with the Jesus guy who wants to see his dad but he lives in a faraway place so he rides a gold donkey to Egypt or something?" "..." "...It's a good job none of us are religious...")

Fletcher teleports briefly to the Arctic ("regret, oh my God, so much regret") to take a selfie and sends it to Val. He looks more distressed than when the tropical bird threatened to poop on his head in Australia that time, stood more than knee-deep in snow wearing just skinny jeans and a hoodie. Skulduggery shakes his head when Val shows him, wordless.

China gets one and puts it in the corner of her throne room, affectionately. Hundreds of admirers send her loving, romantic cards during the season but that's still the only one she displays. Skulduggery and Valkyrie get an official Roarhaven Sanctuary Christmas card a week later, printed with the regards of Supreme Mage China Sorrows, thanking them for their "hard work as part of our Arbiter-Corps division". Xena chews it to pieces.

Tanith sends out a text to everyone each year saying that she doesn't do Christmas cards and instead makes a donation to a children's charity for facial reconstruction after serious accidents or birth defects to help them live a more normal life. It's never sent under her name.

Vex and Rue put it in their living room and immediately send one back. The competition develops until every year there's the Sexter vs Valduggery cheesy joint Christmas card.

One year, Skulduggery decides to cheat use his Elemental abilities to win and they re-enact The Snowman with "Walking in the Air". (Bonus Xena with socks on her ears as the Snowdog, on the back.)

Vex breaks his leg falling off the roof after trying to do something similar, involving a makeshift Santa sleigh and surprisingly heavy (damaging) life-size model reindeer. Saracen is not impressed and tries to call an end to the rivalry.

Obviously, no one takes notice and next year Valkyrie has an incident with an avalanche when they try to get a picture involving some scenic snowy mountains.

Skulduggery also falls off one of the aforementioned mountains twice ("worth it, Valkyrie" "was it really?" "do it for the vine, Val").

[rygoespop]

Thomas and Friends: Legends of Sodor (Story 99): The Spirit Realm

In Loving Tribute to Britt Allcroft (1943-2024), we will miss you

Title Card: The Spirit Realm

Scene opens with Thomas puffing down his Branchline with Annie and Clarabel

Thomas: Nothing like a good run on my- *sees something in the distance* Huh?

Annie: What is it Thomas?

Thomas: It looks like Buffers, I’ll have to check

Thomas’s Driver uncouples Thomas from Annie and Clarabel

Clarabel: Where are you going Thomas?!

Thomas: To see what’s in the distance, don’t worry, I’ll have Percy or Emily come and collect you! *puffs off*

Annie and Clarabel; Wait, come back!

Thomas ignored Annie and Clarabel, as he puffed closer to the object in the distance, which looks like buffers

Thomas: Huh? Buffers? *he puffs through the buffers, but gets teleported*

Thomas had his eyes shut, but opens when he notices he’s not on Sodor

Thomas: Something tells me, that I’m not on Sodor anymore..

Thomas’s Driver and Fireman both look out

Thomas: Hello? Hello?

???: Who are you?

Thomas: I’m, I’m Thomas from the Island of Sodor

???: Wait, did you say Thomas?

Thomas: Y-yeah?

The mysterious voice reveals herself to be Lady

Lady: It’s great to see you again

Thomas: Its you! L-Lady!

Lady: Hello Thomas

Thomas: I can’t believe we are meeting again since.. Since…

Lady: The night that the Slender Engine attacked on Halloween

Thomas: Yeah.. But where am I?

Lady: Why your in the Spirit Realm

Thomas: The Spirit Realm?

Lady: Yes, it’s a realm where people and engines who are no longer among the living come here

Thomas: Whaaaaat?!

Lady: Come along with me Thomas *blew his whistle and puffs off*

Thomas blew his whistle and follows her

Lady: I see everything is fine on Sodor

Thomas: Yes, we had Yong Bao come over for the holidays, Gordon and Flying Scotsman had a race, evenly Belle became the 14th member of the team

Lady: Fascinating

Thomas: So, why are the buffers there on Sodor?

Lady: So you can see the Spirit Realm for the first time

Thomas: Oh, well I left my coaches behind for Percy or Emily to take

Lady: It’s always good to have friends

Thomas: Yeah

Lady: Well, your in for a surprise

Thomas and Lady puff into a grassy field in the Spirit Realm

Thomas: Wooooooooow

Lady: Impressed? It’s like everyone’s Shining Time to the Great Beyond is here

Proteus: *blew his whistle as he puffs in* And never ends

Thomas: Who are- Wait, I recognize you, your Proteus! Skarloey and the others told me stories about you

Proteus: Indeed I am, and you must be Thomas!

Thomas: Yes I am, from the Island of Sodor, and the world of the living

Proteus: The living eh? Well it’s an honor to meet you

Thomas: Same with you Proteus

Proteus: I assume Smudger is on his behavior

Thomas: Let’s have a look

Lady summons a giant monitor and the monitor shows Smudger puffing down the line with Empty Slate Cars

Thomas: Yep, he’s on his best behavior

Proteus: Well good, nothing like a little scare to have him straight works

Lady makes the monitor vanish

Thomas: And the people?

Mr. Perkins’s Spirit: Right here Thomas!

Thomas: Mr. Perkins?

The Spirits of every person who passed from the Earth came, including Mr. Perkins, The Thin Clergyman, Burnett Stone, the American Comedian Narrator, and Sir Topham Hatt’s Great Grandfather

Thomas: *sees STH’s Great Grandfather* Sir? Is that you?

Great Grandfather Hatt: Ho ho ho! No! You must be thinking of my Great Grandson, I’m his Great Grandfather, the first controller of the North Western Railway!

Thomas: The first controller? You mean..

GGH: Yes Thomas, your meeting the First Controller and Great Grandfather of Sir Topham Hatt

Thomas: It’s an honor to meet you sir!

Lady: And one more important person

Soon, a spirit walked up to Thomas

Mrs. Producer: You must be Thomas

Thomas: Yes I am

Mrs. Producer: Well, I am the producer who brought the Thin Clergyman’s stories to life on the Television

Thomas: R-really?! I.. I didn’t know that

Mrs. Producer: Yes, and the show became a favorite and garnered a huge Fandom

Thomas: That.. That is amazing..

Lady: Indeed it is

Proteus: Well, I hope you enjoyed your time here Thomas

Thomas: Do I have to say goodbye?

Lady: Yes, because you are mostly needed in the World of the Living

Proteus: And your friends are waiting

Thomas: Well, your right, they do need me

Great Grandfather Hatt: And oh, Thomas! Make sure to tell my Great Grandson that I said Hello

Thomas: Will do sir!

Thomas puffs into the portal to take him back to Sodor

Lady: Like the day he first met me

Burnett Stone: Indeed Lady..

Scene transitions to Thomas arriving at Ffarquhar Sheds, as night fell, Percy and Emily were there

Emily: Oh, Thomas! There you are!

Percy: Where were you? You been gone for the whole day

Thomas: I know Percy.. But it’s a long story

Emily: What do you mean?

Thomas: Let’s just say, I met the producer who brought the Thin Clergyman’s stories onto the television

Percy and Emily were surprised as they listened to Thomas, with Lady watching in the distance with Mrs. Producer’s Ghost on board

Mrs. Producer: I sure did leave a lasting legacy

Lady: Yes Mrs. Producer, yes you did

Scene fades to black

Story End

Thank you Britt Allcroft, you brought Rev. Awdry’s stories to life on TV, you have left us an impactful legacy, we will miss you