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inkameswetrust · 2 months ago

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It Started With A Red Dress (Prologue)

Pairing: N/A

Characters: Logan Hortense Mitchell, Kendall Knight, James Diamond, Carlos Garcia, Officer Garcia, Jennifer Knight, Katie Knight, (The Mention of) Phoebe Nachee

Content Warnings: Questioning Gender, Gender Dysphoria, Closeted Trans Girl, Transphobia, Mentions of Physical Violence

Word Count: 2,132

This prologue takes place at the end of Big Time Break and expands upon Logan's return from the Phoebe Nachee math lecture. I wanted to test the waters of my Transfem Logan headcanon(s) by writing this snippet before committing to writing a fully-fledged story. If you do not like/agree with my Transfem Logan headcanon or are not comfortable reading about the content warnings listed, please do not interact. Otherwise, enjoy!

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"I had such a crazy day!" Carlos exclaimed as he popped down on the neon-orange sectional sofa while giving his beloved hockey helmet a double tap. "Check it out—"

"I had the best time today," Kendall interjected as he sat beside Carlos. "You guys gotta hear what happened!"

"Well, you're not gonna believe what happened to me!" James chimed in as he punctuated his statement with a direct point in his direction.

"Okay, alright, guys. So how do we decide who tells their story first?" Officer Garcia queries as he and Mrs. Knight set some healthy snacks on the coffee table.

The door to apartment 2J fell forward like a drawbridge, successfully releasing itself from its hinges as Logan kicked it down with one of his ankle boot heels. He wobbled into the living room, his heels clicking without rhythm against the floor, his red dress torn and mangled like a chew toy, and the wavy locks of his wig an unkempt mess. Logan clung to the massacred strap of his purse like a dog leash and dragged it behind him while his Phoebe Nachee math textbook hung by a thread in his other hand with its myriad of shredded pages.

Everyone in the room turned their heads to the boy clinging to any shred of balance he had left in him. He stood before them as his vision blackened around his peripherals. "Logan goes first," everyone agreed in unison.

Logan fell to the floor face-first, his math textbook dropping at his side with a loud thud as everyone scrambled to help him up. Carlos grabbed his right arm, Mrs. Knight grabbed his left, and everyone else circled around him in a frenzy.

"She's fine, she's fine!" Kendall assured under pressure.

Logan rose to his knees and groaned with exhaustion as everyone helped him over to the corner of the sofa. He sunk into the cushions like a stone underwater. The knotted locks of hickory brown waves draped over his face and clung to the remnants of his smudged makeup.

"Alright, guys, give her some space," Kendall warned as he held out his hands at opposite sides of each other.

In Logan's exhausted daze, he perked up at the sound of Kendall's voice. He held his head up from the cushion below and grumbled, saying, "W-What did you say?"

"Oh! Sorry," Kendall squeaked apologetically. "I meant to say he. You just look so much like a girl with that wig and your makeup, and everything."

"You think so?" Logan beamed instinctively. It was one thing to be perceived as a girl but something else entirely to be addressed as one. It felt different—tingly and warm as if he were receiving a thoughtful gift or a particularly kind compliment. It almost felt like home in a sense.

Logan noticed he'd been deep in thought for a moment while everyone else stared silently at him. "I mean, it's whatever," he murmured as he swept his wig off his head and scrunched it in his hands. He sat up against the back of the sofa and kept the wig loosely in his lap.

"So, what happened, son? We're all curious," Officer Garcia commented with loosely crossed arms. "Do I have to arrest anyone for giving you trouble?"

"N-No! I—"

"Yeah, and why are you wearing a dress?" Carlos inquired with a puzzled squint.

"Well—"

"I think the better question is," James began as he pointed a limp finger at Logan's shredded attire. "Why is it torn apart like that?"

"Erm…"

Kendall pensively narrows his eyes at Logan's dress, its candy-red shambles concerning him. He starts to visualize the dress in one piece, and suddenly it becomes familiar. "Mom, is Logan wearing your—"

"Okay, that's enough! No more questions!" Jennifer interjected as she shielded Logan from the onslaught of curious eyes and concerned questions with the barrier of her outstretched arms. "Logan is clearly exhausted and needs some time alone, so why don't you boys help yourself to some snacks and tell each other about your day while Logan rests?"

"C'mon, honey, let's get you cleaned up," Jennifer sighed as she draped Logan's arm over her shoulder and steadily guided him into the bathroom. She pulled open the medicine cabinet behind the mirror as Logan took a seat atop the toilet lid and kicked off his heels. His wig suspended from the hand knotting through its shriveled locks and grazed the ceramic tiles at his feet.

Logan hung his head low in defeat and slouched with his forearms atop his thighs. The glimmer of hope in his downturned eyes dwindled like the waning flame of a candle wick. It was a miracle he made it home in one piece, but his spirit was far from intact. Mrs. Knight unfastened the packaging to her makeup remover towelettes and pulled a sheet through the slot with her thumb and index finger.

"You wanna tell me what happened at that lecture?" Mrs. Knight asked as she swept the towelette across Logan's lips to wipe away his lipstick. "You've never come home looking like this before."

Mrs. Knight gazed upon Logan's sunken face, wiping away his blush and mascara as if she were sweeping up a crime scene. She grimaced at the loose, flimsy, disarrayed threads of her dress on Logan. It was undoubtedly unsalvagable in this condition.

"I know. Things were going so well until I got there," Logan sighed, reluctantly looking up at Mrs. Knight as she kept his head still by his chin.

"What do you mean?"

Logan's face sank with distress as he recalled his final moments at the lecture. He was frightened to open up to Mrs. Knight, but he knew if there was anyone worth telling, it'd definitely be her.

"Walking through the lobby, I felt like I blended in so well. No one looked at me funny or treated me any differently," Logan explained exasperatedly. "But I noticed that I stood out in the lecture hall. I got a lot of weird looks and I could hear people whispering about me."

Mrs. Knight narrowed her eyes pensively as Logan told the tale of his misfortune. A sympathetic glint flickered in her eyes, a small token of heartbreak shining through her gaze and reflecting in the diminishing light of Logan's sunken spirit.

"I ignored them, though. By the time Phoebe Nachee entered the room, I stopped caring about everything else," Logan continued. "But she started talking about how girls are way smarter than boys and how she hasn't met a single boy who could understand her book."

"So what did you do?" Mrs. Knight inquired worriedly.

"Well…" Logan began, inhaling sharply as if to brace himself for impact. "Everyone laughed at her offensive remarks, so I stood up, took off my wig, and told everyone I was a boy who clearly understood her book."

"And I guess they didn't take that well, huh?"

"No, not exactly," Logan sighed defeatedly.

"What happened after that?"

An eerie, deafening silence befell the room. Fear had swallowed Logan's voice and sewn his lips shut, forbidding him from ever repeating this event to anyone. He wasn't sure it was safe to admit to the violence and torment he'd been subjected to. What if he'd be made fun of? What if he'd be dismissed entirely? There was no telling what would happen with such a frighteningly concerned look on Mrs. Knight's face. Logan felt her peering into the depths of his soul, her eyes flickering with perturbation and sketching out the lines of his cowardice.

"Logan, what happened?" Mrs. Knight reiterated sternly.

Logan choked back a sniffle and nervously clung to the remnants of his dress as he fought to stifle the stinging onslaught of tears brimming in his eyes with a forced squint. "You won't… make fun of me if I tell you, will you?" he croaked begrudgingly.

"Sweetheart, no," Mrs. Knight cooed as she knelt down on one knee before Logan and caged his hands in hers atop his lap. "I'm here to help you."

Logan's eyes creased warily. He looked down at Mrs. Knight's hands holding him securely and keeping him afloat like a rescue buoy in the deep end of a pool. Mrs. Knight was hardly visible through Logan's wayward tears that dared to betray him by trickling down his tragedy-stricken cheeks.

"I need to make sure you're okay, and if you're not, we can figure this out together," Mrs. Knight assured as she glided her thumb near the corner of Logan's eye to wipe away a stray tear. "But I can't do anything if I don't know what happened, so I need you to take a deep breath and tell me what's going on. Can you do that for me?"

"Y-Yeah, I think so…" Logan replied apprehensively after taking a shaky breath and haphazardly nodding his head. He couldn't quite look Mrs. Knight in the eye yet, but her constant reassurance paved a smooth road for him to follow, and he appreciated that more than he could express.

"They, uhm," Logan muttered "They… may have beat me up."

"THEY WHAT?!" Mrs. Knight squawked with unbridled fury.

Logan fearfully shushed Mrs. Knight and waved his hands to somehow relinquish the incandescent panic and outrage brewing inside her.

"Sorry, I'm fine. I'm calm," Mrs. Knight grumbled. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No, it's okay. I'm fine. I managed to scramble out of the building before I got seriously hurt," Logan assured plainly, dragging an open palm across his face to dry the remainder of his tears. "But they called me all sorts of names when I did—creep, freak, pervert."

"Honey, I am so sorry," Mrs. Knight sympathized earnestly. "Do you want to file a report with Officer Garcia?"

"I don't know. I don't think so," Logan said diffidently. "I think I just need to be alone right now."

"Okay, I'll make sure the boys stay busy for a while so they won't bother you," Mrs. Knight declared as she rose to her feet. "Do you need anything else from me before I—"

Logan immediately ensnared Mrs. Knight in a tight hug. His arms wrapped around her and clung to her like the clutch of a life jacket. "Thank you," he uttered quietly. Logan felt the urge to say more. He had a monologue's worth of words lingering on the tip of his tongue, but he'd exhausted his voice almost completely the second he thanked Mrs. Knight for her comfort and reassurance.

Mrs. Knight's lips rounded with a barely audible 'aww' as she returned the hug and rubbed gentle circles onto Logan's back. "You're very welcome, Logan," she cooed.

Logan begrudgingly pulled away, continuing to wobble slightly when finding his footing. He glanced to the side and awkwardly cleared his throat. "At least now I know being a girl isn't in the cards for me…" he chuckled weakly, hoping his desperate attempt at lighthearted humor would lighten the mood.

"Well, good thing it was just pretend, right?" Mrs. Knight replied with a grin and a shrug. She gave Logan one last reassuring squeeze before she left the room to tend to the others.

Logan gave another weak chuckle in response. He turned to the mirror once he was alone and grimaced at the wig lying limp on the floor by his feet. It seemed to mock him with how shriveled and knotted it was. "Just pretend, huh?" he repeated quietly as he returned his focus to his flushed reflection. Logan traced his jawline and cheekbones with his fingertips, almost trying to correct them because they started to feel unfamiliar.

He narrowed his eyes and stared himself down in hopes to make sense of his appearance, but he was undoubtedly stumped. Logan withdrew his hands from his face and held them out, lightly curling his fingers and gazed at his palms in distress. Had his hands always looked so large and calloused? Had his arm hair always been so long and thick? Had his jawline always been so square and sharp?

Logan felt surprisingly imprisoned in his body, but he couldn't stop gazing at himself in horror and disgust. It wasn't until he saw Katie in his reflection that he was startled out of his downward spiral. Logan shrieked and turned his back to the mirror, nervously clutching the rim of the pedestal sink with both hands.

"Are you done in here?" Katie asked dryly as she stood in the doorway.

"O-Oh, yeah! Sorry," Logan squeaked as he quickly scrambled away and retreated to the confines of his bedroom.

Katie shuffled into the bathroom and was immediately met with the sight of Logan's discarded wig lying flat on the floor. "Gross," she muttered to herself as she closed the door.

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sundewhasaudhd · 9 months ago

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Sketchbook art dump :]

c!Eret sketch (lined)

c!Sam (lined and partly colored)

Tiny c!Sapnap sketches

Text 1: Sapnap: I’M GONNA LIGHT AN ANTHILL ON FIRE!

Bad: SAPNAP NO!

Text 2: Sapnap: You will be dead within the hour

Box with an arrow pointing to what he’s holding: Pet hamster or smth

Text 3: Bad: Are you okay?! Do you need bandages? Should I call Ponk?!

Sapnap: Dad, I’m FINE!

Tiny c!Dream sketches

Text 1: Dream: MAMA! Hannah won’t let me use her toys!

Text 2: Dream: MAMA! MAMA! LOOK WHAT MADE!

Text 3: Dream: I’m Mama’s favorite

Foolish: No you’re not. Papa doesn’t have favorites

Hannah: And if she did, it most definitely wouldn’t be you

Tiny c!George sketches

Text 1: George: I heard that Quackity likes Wilbur

Text 2: *Watchin bugs n stuff*

Text 3: George: Quackity why did you just swallow an ice pack?

Tiny c!Karl sketches

Text: Karl: And then, Glory became Queen after she yap yap yap yap

Tiny c!Quackity sketches

Text 1: *Dances in there’s a 76% change you’re not neurotypical*

Text 2: Quackity: (It’s supposed to be “onward my noble steed! in Spanish, I used Google translate so it’s not accurate. Can someone who speaks Spanish please tell me how to say that?)

Text 3: Quackity: George, you bitch, give that back!

George: Why?

Quackity: Wilbur gave it to me

George: Oooh! Imma tell Lemon Dad (Ponk) >:3

Quackity: NO!

Random 12:00am doodles (Danny Gonzalez as ice cream [iykyk], pic man Miku eating Rin fruits, Mikey McGill being all 💅, Peridot and Lapis Lapuzi’s gems being QPR goals, random positive words that spell out faggot my c!Dream mask as his face, the comedy and tragedy masks reversed, and @lilacquintet ‘s selfsona being a sneet snart)

My friend group being queer and autistic

Redraw and redesign of my old OC (her names Ariel)

c!Wilbur taste being… something (c!Dream doodles

DND one shot OC

Fursona I made for funzies

Spinel and Button Blossom (Ragatha x Pomni)

All my Trolls ships (Hickory x John Dory x Delta Dawn, Brandy x Bruce, Riff x Floyd x Boom, Branch x Poppy, Viva x Barb, and Clay x books)

Sodikken’s Hansel & Gretel as c!Clingy duo

c!Happy duo as Mesmerizer (I might’ve already posted this)

Nonbinary Starboy (based on the concept art)

c!Sundew being a silly

Button Blossom ft. some face and eyes doodles

DSMP doodles (c!Bad, c!Schlatt, c!Mexican Dream, c!Aimsey watching MLP)

More DSMP doodle ft. some of my friends little messages (c!George, c!Skeppy, and c!Fundy)

DSMP kids (c!Tommy, c!Tubbo, c!Ranboo, c!Purpled, c!Eryn, and c!Drista)

Trans Brozone ft. trans ally’s Branch and John Dory

And, I got tried of taking pictures of my sketchbook, so that’s all for today :D

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ceasarslegion · 2 months ago

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ok now I want to know about hickory and Caroline

You are doing some cocomelon war flashbacks shit to me

So, I'm going to break this up into two sections, because both stories are very long. Hickory is someone who can just go to hell, but Caroline actually started as someone I was really close to and served as a mentor figure for only for her to backstab me so, choose which one to read first based on that.

Hickory:

Hickory was one of the founding members of our half life rp group. She was a 16 year old trans girl at the time who unfortunately played one of the best character concepts for an OC. We had to sacrifice Gerald who lived in the Black Mesa walls for this. Hickory was also uh... well, she was what terfs and sex negative people think trans women and kinksters are, to be frank. To prove that I am NOT fucking with you, I will be providing some screenshots that I just gathered from the members who were around when that went down.

Hickory started out as a socially awkward teenager who didn't really know how to talk to us. Which like, that's fine. She was 16, trans, and it was the middle of the covid lockdowns. Understandable, I guess. Except when she started getting extremely inappropriate extremely quickly with the adults in the server.

In the very first week, after meeting each other outside of our characters, we were talking about our dogs and the topic of leashes and collars came up, I don't remember how, but it was completely innocent. Hickory decided to run in with this:

(Nothing happened with that deleted user, it's just an old account from one of the other members)

She ended up double and then tripling down on this, and despite all of us asking her to stop, kept going until she started calling her boyfriend "master." We had JUST met, and this was in the general channel, and she was 16. We all told her to stop a lot more aggressively, and then she slinked away acting like we were just being sex-negative prudes who hated transfem sexuality. Worth noting that deleted user up there is also a trans woman herself and everyone else responding to Hickory is also some flavour of trans.

I was in class when this happened, and backread at work because I worked front desk night shift security at the time and had nothing better to do. I ended up extending an olive branch her way in DMs by giving her the benefit of the doubt and going "hey, I know it's awkward when you're coming into a sexuality that others deem abnormal, and you're desperate to connect with others like you when you're 16, but this isn't the way to go about it. There's much more healthy resources out there about sex ed for kinksters and age-appropriate ways to ask and talk about it, and I'd be happy to pass them on to you if you want."

She uh. She bit my head off.

GIRL WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT...

She continued to hop into the server to randomly tell us about her sexcapades in the open general chat, and then would retreat to the vent channels screaming and crying about how we hated her and wanted her dead and just hated trans women when we asked her to stop. Eventually, we started ignoring her entirely and letting her freak out in her tantrum hole, upon which she would throw another tantrum on top of the other one about how we all hated her and excluded her on purpose.

We have a rule in our server about how the vent channel is not your therapist, and to keep it to things you just want some comfort for. That rule exists because of what Hickory started doing next.

She started treating it like a suicide hotline.

Like, she would tell us all in detail about her plans to off herself and how much she wanted to do it, and then when we gave her actual advice to go to therapy or call AN ACTUAL HOTLINE, she would scream at us about how we all hated her and didn't support her living "the way she chose to," which was, honest to god, tradwife and suicidal. No matter what we did or said, if we weren't total yes men who said she should do it, she considered us ontological enemies. So we all started ignoring her when she did that too. And then she started screaming and crying about how we wanted her to die after all.

My favourite was when she pulled this trick about how HER BOYFRIEND ABUSED AND CHEATED ON HER AFTER SHE TOLD ME "I WANT TO BE ABUSED"

Eventually, we started ignoring her every time she spoke, no matter what it was about.

And then she pulled this, and my now-boyfriend, and life partner, whom I now live with, sent this back

and Hickory left the server instantly. My boyfriend straight up killed her. Sniped her from orbit. She tried to complain to the woman who was "deleted user" up there, and she told her to fuck off and that she brought this on herself. There is some insane irony behind the fact that the other trans woman in the group was the one who first officially said "do you guys wanna cut that bitch off entirely" and we all said "PLEASE GOD CAN WE"

Caroline:

Caroline was a 15 year old lesbian from a hyper-religious evangelical ultra-conservative family in Idaho, who played our Gordon Freeman and glados at the time. When I say her family was crazy, I mean that she was 15 and totally homeschooled and didn't know what basic human anatomy was. I mean that she was 15 and her dad didn't let her play half life 1 because "it was too violent," and her youth pastor protested against Disney+ for "turning kids gay."

Being a teenage lesbian in this environment was not great for her, and she started off as a kid who was confused and hurt. I ended up taking her under my wing because no one else in her life would, and SOMEONE had to give her proper education that wasn't seeped in christian bullshit. And hey, I worked nights, I could give her the time in between my rounds and camera checks.

So I spent many nights unpacking and unraveling the cult personality that had been instilled in her from birth. Giving her sources outside of the church and picking apart her original sin complex piece by piece, while directing her to actual sex ed resources about how her body worked tailored to lesbians and answering all her questions as best as I could in an age-appropriate way.

This was our relationship for over a year. And this is why I will never take on a mentorship role like that again unless nobody else can do it and they REALLY need it.

She did what a lot of cult survivors do when they accept that their reality is a lie: she pivoted hard in the opposite direction. She wasn't really sure what she believed anymore, or if she believed in a god at all. That was fine, but it was concerning when she started doubling down on things like being anti-evolution, despite claiming that she wanted to be a scientist. She had a phase where she was completely anti-religion at the same time as this so, kind of a scrambled egg brain worldview.

She made a lot of progress over a long period of time. She started by telling me she "didn't want me to go to hell" when I said I was an atheist and then started to backtrack on that statement. She also started by claiming that "god made you female for a reason" and then backtracked on that later on too.

She even convinced her parents to let her go to in-person school with other kids. It was a religious school, but it was a start.

And then her favourite teacher was fired. Conveniently after telling her students in bumfuck nowhere conservative christian Idaho that queer people belonged in heaven.

And then all hell broke loose.

She completely backtracked on all the progress she had made and doubled back down on the cult she was raised in, going full on "I suffer from same-sex attraction" and "if you don't stop slandering god by saying 'jesus christ' around me, im going to block you."

This did not go well in a server full of queers and minorities.

I was the one who initially confronted her about her recent behavior shift because I was the one who had this mentorship role in her life so I thought it was my responsibility to yank her back on the tracks. She responded by bastardizing what I had taught her about setting boundaries with her parents and finding her own paths and beliefs in life by sending us all an essay about how we were suddenly disrespecting her boundaries by pointing out her regressive behavior after all the progress she had made, and then left our group chat with no warning before we could respond. My boyfriend was extremely pissed off about her talking to me that way and ended up DMing her telling her to get her head out of her ass and learn what boundaries actually are.

She went dark.

And then started talking in the main server as if none of this ever happened.

Me, being the person I am, confronted her about that by telling the others what happened and how she can't just act like nothing ever happened with the people she claimed were her friends, who she had claimed helped her so much over the time we knew her.

She blew up on everyone, yelled about how we were all god-haters who were gonna burn in hell, and we all blocked her, banned her from the server, and broke all her emergency join links.

Rome wasn't built in a day, but it did fall in a day, eh?

She then proceeded to make this tantrummy-ass post on one of her rp blogs where she twisted the whole situation to make it look like she was some white knight standing up for what was right against the wave of satanic atheists oooohh~!

awww, did we huwt yow feewings?

In response to her shit, I bought God is Not Great the next day and her characters were snatched up by the others within hours. And she was an absolutely dogshit writer to be frank so we don't really miss her. Rping with her felt like talking to yourself with her single-sentence responses to huge paragraphs.

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georgi-girl · 2 years ago

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The Corpse Groom (Corpse Bride recast)

original meme belongs to Blaze-On-Fire. I've learned some disappointing things about Tim Burtan. But my sister tells me it's still okay to like his movie since he's not really the creative mind behind them. So with that in mind, I give you my polyamorous retelling of The Corpse Bride with characters from the Dreamworks Trolls franchise (inspired by the Tangled/Corpse Bride crossover "Live For You" on AO3) starring... Hickory in the role of Victor Van Dort. Princess Poppy in the role of Victoria Everglot. Delta Dawn in the role of Nell (she's Hickorys' sister-in-law) Cybil in the role of Maudeline (until the third movie comes out, I'm casting her as Poppy's mother) King Peppy in the role of Finis. Dickory in the role of William (Hickorys' brother, Delta's husband) Branch in the of Emily (why is the title character so far down? this is not a well-designed meme) Creek in the role of Lord Barkus. DJ Suki in the role of Hildagard (she's Poppys' lady in waiting) King Gristle Senior in the role of Pastor Galswells. Biggie in the role of Mayhew (Don't worry, he's not going to die) Grandma Rosie Puff in the role of Grandfather Everglot (she's Poppys' ancestor in this story) King Thrash in the role of Elder Gutknecht. He and the other Rock Trolls are psychopomps (death angels) who watch over Troll souls in Purgatory. Riff in the role of the Black Widow. Chaz in the role of the flirtatious Miss Plum. Barb in the role of the Maggot (I thought about casting her as Bonejangles, but she's more like the sassy Maggot) Conductor Trollzart in the role of the General (I wanted to us the Country Troll who SPOILER: dies onscreen, but I couldn't find any picture of him) King Trollex in the role of Bonejangles (specializing in Horrorcore Techno) And Fuzzbert in the role of Emil.

The story is this... Princess Poppy is betrothed to Lord Creek. But she's in love with the handsome trans man Hickory Dock. They decide to elope, and while passing through the woods, they practice their wedding vows, accidently summoning Brance, a corpse who's still holding his last breath. He approaches his "beloveds" who explain that they're already an item. He tells them that he's "willing to share". He then sprits them away to Purgatory, where the dead spend their time before they're ready to move on. They're greeted by the Barb the psychopomp who shows them around, and Trollex who sings about the tragic Corpse Groom that was betrayed and murdered by his lover. The trio has a good time together, until Hickory remembers his family is still waiting for him. They go to Thrash, who gives them a haunting spell that sends them to the world of the living. They go (with Branch in disguise) to the home of Hickory's brother and in-laws. The next day, they sneak into the castle, where they overhear Creek blackmailing King Peppy for Poppys' hand. Poppy chooses to stay and help her father, while Branch and Hickory escape back to Purgatory. Poppy and Suki do some investigating and discover that Creek stole a royal family relic ~ a harp said to restore life to the freshly dead. (wink wink) Meanwhile, Branch is distraught, but Hickory comforts him with a romantic ballad. Right when they're ready to start again, Thrash reveals that the dead and the living are forbidden to marry. If they want to be a couple Hickory will have to go back to the world of the living and take his own life. Hickory agrees, and the whole dead community goes up to perform the wedding. Poppy sees the procession and joins them, thinking that her death will make her wedding to Creek null and void. But during the ceremony, Branch sees Poppy and Hickorys' families watching and can't go through with it. Poppy tries to tell him about the harp, but Creek interrupts. Branch recognizes his murderer, and a fight breaks out. Creek escapes but trips and impales himself on a thorn. And before he can use the harp on himself, he's dragged off to face judgement. Poppy and Hickory use the harp to restore Branch to life, and then destroy it. A new life is waiting for all three of them.

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