#my queen [queenie's tag]

[kooki914]

Giant dump of spadesgore and spadesgore adjecent doodles based on asks I got (prompts under the readmore)

Also for anyone curious (which is probably no one) the last doodle is in reference to my longest spadesgore fic to date, Royalty, please read it I'd appreciate it <3

Credit to all of these asks (and also my bestie) for making me go insane for the past week drawing all these

[snakeybread]

Both of their favorite films is human centipede

[kit-kat-jo]

WHAT THE FUCCCKKK WHY DID IT END LIKE THAT??? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[evanostic]

computer open. computer show me fictional couple

if you have any questions i might've answered them below the cut!

who are the kids? they are my ocs! unfortunately i just learned that including links in posts affects their visibility, so if you go through my blog and search with the tag "tadc fanart" or "my art", my older post with them might show up :)

is the queen chess piece's name being queenie canon? no i just wanna call her queenie

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

brb sobbing i love it so much all of the vibes are perfect 🥺

TIME FOR TEA moodboards for @randomestfandoms-ocs blog birthday!!

7 years is such a long time for a blog omg, but I’m so glad you did otherwise I wouldn’t see one of the best large Descendants verses ever so here’s to another year Maddie!!

[judesmoonbeauty]

Chaotic Night CE Prologue

Not 100% accurate. Cybird owns everything. Fan translation only. Re-blogs are appreciated, but do not repost my translations anywhere. Thank you for your support!

Victor: It’s almost Halloween, Will.

Victor: Of course, there’ll be a party as usual. Vogel’s also been invited.

Victor: It’s just - will we be able to spend our time peacefully?

Victor: Fortunately, we did get through last year’s “Queen of the Night.” [1]

William rested his chin with his hand that was propped on the armrest, and narrowed his beautiful blood-hued eyes.

William: Vic, you have a bad habit of pretending to be a good boy, despite not wanting peacefulness.

William: One of the pleasures of Halloween is when unexpected things happen, isn’t it?

William: Especially for us “cursed” ones.

—And so, on the day of the Halloween party.

Victor: Now, pay attention! If I cover this basket with a cloth — something magical happens!

Harrison: There’ll be candy. It’s Halloween after all.

Jude: Tch, every year this shitty thing happens ‘n that Queenie wastes my time. Someday - [2]

Ellis: Jude, you’ve got some left over roasted venison, can I have it?

(Everyone’s doing things their usual way, but it seems like they’re having fun.)

Kate: By the way, I had a chance to speak with everyone at Vogel —

Nica: Well, it’s terrible to invite someone and then ignore them, isn’t it?

Kate: Whoa!

Suddenly I heard a voice in my ear, and I almost jumped.

Kate: P-please don’t scare me.

Nica: Haha, sorry? I just wanted to deepen my friendship with the robin. [3]

— At that time.

Roger: Hey, have you seen a small odd bottle?

Everyone’s attention was drawn to the clear voice.

Liam: A small bottle? As you can see, there’s all kinds of bottles of jams and syrups…..

Liam: Roger, what are you talking about?

Harrison: Everyone ate whatever they wanted.

Roger: ….Does that mean it got mixed in.

Roger slowly walks around the table, examining each bottle.

Elbert: Now that you mention it…..the syrup Al recommended was delicious.

Alfons: Surprisingly, it suited Lord Elbie’s tastes.

Alfons: The delicate fragrance of flowers causes a wonderful feeling.

Darius: Oh, that’s it. I thought it had an elaborate taste.

Ring: …..I, felt like I had to eat it too, so I did.

William: —It seems no one was able to resist the temptation.

(Hm? Something seems off.)

The atmosphere of the party filled with a strange enthusiasm, and it felt uneasy.

Roger had a knowing expression on his face —

Roger: This thing’s been eaten by all the cursed here.

Roger laughed holding a small, opened, empty bottle.

Roger: I just inhaled its scent too.

Kate: R-Roger, what was in that bottle?

Roger: — It’s essence of the “Queen of the Night.”

Shortly, it became clear.

What they consumed,

Strengthened the “curse” of the cursed ones,

Even transforming their appearance.

And tonight, with their cursed blood stirring, the curtain opens on anything but a peaceful Halloween.

Ftn [1] This directly translates as “the moonlit beauty.” However, it is referring to the Dutchman’s Pipe Cactus AKA, the “Queen of the Night.” This flower blooms once a year at night, and is part of IkeVil’s lore on the BD sets, and even some avatars.

Ftn [2] Jude uses 女王陛下 (Her Majesty the Queen). However, there is a superscription above it あの女 (that woman), indicating that it should be read as “that woman the queen,” in order to distinguish her from Kate who is present at the party.

Ftn [3] Nica may be calling Kate robin in German as “rotkehlchen”.

[Event Master List] Dividers: @.saradika-graphics

Tag list: @sh0jun @theimaginativelyreticent @sapphire-323 @letter-from-afar @nateko @cosmowgyrall. @lunaaka Please let me know if you'd like to be added my translations tag list!

Jude: Wastin' my time every year with this shit....fkgdfjgsdf; Me: Sir, do you remember what you did last year? Please deliver this year too.

[abysshare]

My theory ( for fun not hardcore serious. Also i KNOW Gooseworx's christainity/religious shit is just memes. So this could just be apart of that too and nothing serious nor deep ). Is that…

What if the episodes, characters, etc are Tarot Cards?

I got to thinking because Pomni is a Jester. Not only is this "the fool" of course, but its also the reader whos going on the journey. In my deck at least.

So then it got me thinking.. and yes!!! Some of them match other cards. So i decided before just spewing ideas to actually research ( again strictly based off my deck, maybe it doesnt fit for others ).

The Journey in tarot is about self.

☆ Sun - The Sun.

☆ Moon - The Moon.

☆ Caine - Believes he IS The Emperor, but is actually The Emperor Reversed. ( If "Able" is a character then he is the OPPOSITE. He believes HE is The Emperor Reversed, but is The Emperor )

☆ Bubble - The Empress ( this one is reaching )

☆ Ragatha - The High Priestess

☆ Jax - Believes he is The Fool but is The Fool Reversed.

☆ Pomni - IS The Fool, but depending on how things go she can grow to become Strength or regress and become The World Reversed.

☆ Zooble - The Hierophant Reversed

☆ Kinger - King Of Cups.

☆ Queenie - Queen Of Cups

☆ GummiGoo - The Star Reversed

☆ Loolilalu - Queen Of Pentacles

☆ Martha - The Lovers

☆ Gangle - The Hermit Reversed

☆ Kaufmo - The Hanged Man

☆ Baron - The Lovers Reversed

The Circus Itself - The Tower Reversed

Again this theory is for fun, I'm not like "oh it MUST be right". On top of that i don't think it would be anything super serious even if i was right, or close enough. At best it would just be a for fun little details.

Also if someone's made this theory before i am deeply sorry, i don't look at the tadc tag often and i don't look at theories often.

I am curious though, for fellow tarot deck users, does it match up with your deck? If not what is different? And also if you think someone should be different, tell me why because I'm curious /genuine /nf

I think Martha and Baron could be something else, but unless a canon couple happens ( other than Kinger and Queenie ( though they could both be the lovers and Martha and Baron are The Lovers Reversed ) or another couple shows up i think it could be them seperately?

I also think Gummigoo before he finds out he is an NPC is The Star.

The Fool ( in my deck ) is the one taking the Journey, hence why i think Pomni can become a different card depending on what happens in the end. Because it'll be the end of her journey.

Another thing to note is each episode is giving her a life lesson, its just a harsh one, which some Tarot card readings are like that.

I know some people who don't know Tarot or just will want to say "oh but Jax is the Devil card" or "Kaufmo is the death card!!". No. As much as that would be fun to say- again i have to stress that for my specific deck, no they wouldn't fit. However it may from someone ELSES deck.

Because if it was up to me i'd make Kinger Emperor and Queenie Empress, and Pomni the Star.

But on top of that, that leaves other Major Arcana cards left including reversed versions or up right versions i didn't include. And possibly more Minor Arcana.

[somuchcoffeeandwine]

I saw this post cross my dashboard this morning, and I just had to do this with how much it resonated with me as a former child who used to be obsessed with Zelda. Warning, I ramble. So tagging @flutefemme right here. I hope she loves the new Zelda game.

Of course, the beautiful original from Maddie herself of the Majestic Queen Zelda

And my interpretation of her! Didn't do a background because I was a little lazy lol (If you would like a version to share with her without the DTIYS tag, let me know)

Below the line break is just a bit of a personal story, because I have a similar experience as a young child and I enjoy typing. Feel free to read, or ignore it

So I was also a child obsessed with Zelda, and this resonated with me, because I was made fun of for it. My first character I actually made was a Zelda character, another Queen in fact. Her name is Majora (Because I didn't want to change her name and it fits so well) and she goes by Queenie. And in honor of supporting a talented young artist, I decided to pull out my old sketchbooks from elementary, and the first ever sketch of Queenie I did, to encourage her to keep pursuing her art. Also, beautiful use of both markers and colored pencils. I actually color picked all of those colors (Besides the gold, I know the pain of not having a gold color) from the original drawing.

So now, the first drawing of Queenie! (Fingers are blocking out some very edgy things I scribbled there in middle school)

[theboywithburninghands]

Hey guys, here’s the next chapter of my Arranged Marriage Funnybunny AU. Hope you enjoy it. It’s a bit short but I love it, especially the first half. Oh yeah and uh @fernstarsblog your tag as always

T/W: Era appropriate sexism (just in case), implied vomit

Primum Peccatum Ch. 4: Hit The Road, Jax

The next day, life resumed as normal. Or at least, a reasonable facsimile of normal.

Vladimir and Mirella were sated by Pomni’s assertions that she was charmed by Jax Krolik upon meeting him, and thus had a change of heart. There were a few “I told you so’s” and apologies issued by both sides. Pomni truly did feel awful about the words she had spoken to her parents, especially her mother, but it seemed that those ugly feelings were muted by excitement about the coming ceremonies.

Pomni’s mother drafted about a dozen letters to all of her relatives, most of them for her Silurian cousins that lived in the sprawling burg of Angel’s Peak in Telychia. Mirella always expressed a desire to holiday in Angel’s Peak, but Vladimir turned her down each time, claiming it wasn't worth the onerous process of renewing their papers. Pomni was always secretly grateful for this, since a city that size would surely send her into hysterics with its overabundance of people and noise.

Vladimir, who had considerably less living family to worry about, had taken to completing all the necessary paperwork for the wedding. Predominantly monetary matters that required careful scrutiny, inheritances, the dowry and the like, but also billing and housing concerns for the construction team that were building Pomni and Jax’s manor on the other side of Primum Peccatum.

As for Pomni, she spent the morning pondering. This Jax Krolik seemed genuine enough in his assertions that the wedding would be a formality and nothing more. As he had stated yesterday, had he been more inclined to have Pomni fill the role of housewife, there was little Pomni could do to stop him. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the beastman was hiding something behind that Cheshire smile.

Perhaps that was prejudiced of her. She should give Mr. Krolik the benefit of the doubt at least. It was a dreadful stereotype that beastfolk had hidden, malevolent intent behind their actions. This generalization was only furthered by the inane propaganda that walnut-brained politicians and mad street evangelicals spewed, fantasies about beastfolk eating human flesh in secret or stealing human babies from their cribs.

Pomni, now restless, left her bedroom, and after her father turned down her assistance with the paperwork, she decided to go and visit Mr. Kinger.

Kinger Rooker was a 48-year-old shapeman who resembled a king chess-piece that lived in the manor neighboring The Shutnyk estate. He had a wife for some years, a shapewoman with the visage of a queen chess-piece, appropriately enough named Queenie. She had passed away in her sleep when Pomni was only four, something about not getting enough minerals, an essential part of any shapeperson’s diet. The Rookers earned their fortune through the publication of various encyclopedias and almanacs, the most famous and successful of which was The Essential Encyclopedia of New Hirnantian Insects, which could be found in just about every library in the country and was a must-own for any aspiring entomologist. Pomni had read the book cover to cover multiple times now, and she hardly considered herself interested in insects.

Kinger refused to remarry and had no children, and was content living out the rest of his days as a widower, preferring to donate his fortune to the state upon his death. But, despite his solitude, he had become close friends with Pomni and her family over the years, as the young Ms. Shutnyk often ran into Kinger in the midst of bug collecting when she went out exploring the pine forests of Primum Peccatum. He had been over to the Shutnyks’ for dinner just about every winter solstice.

Pomni’s most distinct memory of these holiday visits was when she was five years old. Before eating his plate of spaghetti carbonara, she saw Kinger sprinkle some sand onto his food from a small bottle, and eat it no issue. She wasn’t allowed to speak unless spoken to at the table, so hadn’t the chance to ask why he did that. When her parents took her shell hunting on the island’s coast a few days later, she grabbed a handful of white sand off the beach and tried some for herself. She learned a valuable lesson about the difference between humans’ and shapefolk’s dietary needs that day.

Pomni walked over to the Rooker estate, thankful to be wearing a plain black dress and her usual sunhat instead of that gaudy red thing her mother put her in yesterday. It was a sunny day, the sky full of feathery clouds, and the breeze was cool. Pomni intended on telling Mr. Kinger that she was going to be married soon, and would be moving to the other side of the island. But this was by no means goodbye, as she would visit him frequently. She pondered telling Kinger about the plan she and her “fiancé” had hatched the previous afternoon, but thought better of it. Kinger was by no means a quisling, but he did tend to blurt out whatever was on his mind. So best not.

Pomni turned off of the dirt road onto the brick path leading to The Rooker Estate. His front garden had gone to seed, taken over by enormous weeds nearly two decades ago. If she had more of mind for gardening, Pomni might have offered to pull up the weeds and start a real garden for Kinger, but she knew Kinger wouldn’t look after it. His heart lay with insects.

She tapped the toes of her pumps on the bottommost stone step of Kinger’s front porch, chasing off any dirt that clung to their soles, and rapped on the door with the tarnished brass knocker.

“Mr. Kinger! It’s Pomni Shutnyk, I have an… important development to share with you!”

A voice from inside sounded out.

“Ms. Shutnyk! Good heavens, it’s been ages! Come in, the door is open!”

Pomni couldn’t help but smile a little. They had seen each other the previous weekend. The old codger’s memory could be spotty. Her father was around the same age as Kinger, but his mind was still quite sharp. Pomni suspected that the memory issues had something to do with grief. She pressed down on the handle with her thumb and opened the door.

The best way to describe Kinger’s manor was organized chaos. Most every surface was covered in papers of all sorts, postage, scraps of writing, files of important documents, diagrams detailing the anatomy of insects or other animals. The only completely bare surfaces in the foyer were the steps leading to the second floor and the mud mat, where Pomni sat and took her shoes off. It was dusty, certainly, but there was no rubbish or moldy food or pest droppings. Pomni was fairly certain that she could ask Kinger to find a sketch of a certain kind of beetle that he made 17 years ago, and he would be able to find it amid the mountains of parchment.

Pomni coughed politely. She was lucky enough to avoid inheriting her father's beastly dust allergy, but this much dust did irritate her throat somewhat. She took her sunhat off and placed it upon one of the document stacks by the door, clearing her throat.

“Come to the kitchen, Ms. Shutnyk!” Kinger called out. The kitchen was where Pomni had most of her chats with Mr. Kinger, as he had converted the dining room into his office after converting his office into his insect habitat. Pomni carefully walked over the stacks of paper into the kitchen.

The kitchen probably had the most free space in the entire manor, enough room on the counters and stove top for preparing and cooking food, and the end two-seated end table was always unoccupied, for eating a meal or enjoying a cup of tea. That didn’t stop the clutter entirely, however, as by the door to the dining room, a few stacks of paper that hadn’t quite fit on the dining room table or in any of the other designated storage spaces, sat on either side

Kinger sat in one of the end table chairs in his usual purple nightgown with mink, raising his usual cup of plain Permian red tea.

“We were just talking about you, Ms. Shutnyk.”

“We-?”

Pomni froze mid step. In the other chair sat a purple rabbit in a gray waistcoat, lighter gray trousers and black socks, with a crimson ascot just below his chin. Surprise flashed for a moment in his yellow eyes, before his wide, toothy smile spread across his face.

“Well if it isn’t my fiancée!” he declared, raising one hand skyward and keeping the other on his teacup. “Yes, I was just telling Mr. Rooker about our meeting yesterday afternoon!”

Pomni blinked her eyes, both from irritation and the fact that she was still reeling from shock.

“Mr.- Mr. Krolik. What a… what an unexpected surprise!”

“Surprises do tend to be unexpected.” Jax replied evenly, sipping his tea.

“And what, may I ask, motivated you to visit The Rooker Estate? Not one day after we met at my home?” Pomni asked through clenched teeth.

“Visit? Oh, I’m not simply visiting, dearest.” Jax said.

Kinger nodded. “Jax here is renting the guest room. I forgot I had left the lease open, but he’s already given me a month’s rent. In cash!”

Kinger picked up a small bag of crowns tied off with red string off the table. The coins jingled.

“That’s… Would you excuse us for one moment?”

Pomni grabbed Jax by the hand and marched him into the foyer. His glove was damp with sweat.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she hissed once they were safely out of earshot. “This was NOT part of the agreement.”

“If I recall, the agreement was ‘I was to leave your house and not return until the day of the ceremony.’ This isn’t your house. In fact, you’re the one who arrived here uninvited.” Jax said.

“You moved into my next door neighbor’s spare room! I knew you weren’t to be trusted..!”

Jax, still holding Pomni’s hand, lightly tugged her wrist so she focused back on him.

“Pomni. If this ruse is going to work, we have to actually appear infatuated. Would you not think it a little suspicious if we both spent the next few weeks avoiding each other?”

Pomni chewed her lip. He… made a valid point. She was never particularly skilled at pretending she was interested in something. If it bored her, it bored her, and no amount of reprimanding from her parents could make her convincingly play-act interest. So perhaps this was for the better…

“Could you please let go of my hand? Your glove is… extremely sweaty.”

Jax looked down. He did still have his hand over hers.

“This outfit isn’t exactly breathable. And if I’m not mistaken, it was you who grabbed hold of me, n’est ce pas?”

He relinquished his grip either way. Pomni wiped the perspiration off on her dress, looking rather ill.

“You really want to live here just to maintain a charade? Wouldn’t you rather stay at an inn?”

“Prolonged stays at inns are costly. Here, I get my own room for a meager fee.” Jax said, tucking his hand into his jacket pocket. “Besides, I quite enjoy Mr. Rooker’s company.”

“He is a charming gentleman…” Pomni agreed. “But please, Mr. Krolik. He is not a sideshow, he- are you quite alright?”

Jax pressed the hand that was just entwined with Pomni’s against his abdomen. His yellow eyes had grown wide and staring. His gaze flicked to Pomni and he managed another, considerably weaker smile.

“Pardon me. I’ve been battling dyspepsia for a while, I- HURK!”

Jax put a hand to his mouth and hurried up the stairs, ducking upstairs towards the lavatory.

Pomni looked up the dusty stairs for a moment before sighing. “Ah… I suddenly have no more desire for company.” She called out. “Mr. Kinger? I’ll be back later, I just realized that I have an urgent errand that requires my attention.”

“Very well, my dear, but do come back soon!” Mr. Rooker replied.

Truthfully, she did feel quite peccant for leaving Mr. Kinger with Jax, but… truthfully, once her sanctuaries had been breached, she had little desire to remain in them. She would have to invite Mr. Kinger over to her house as an apology, even if that did go against her typical routine…

“Farewell! And… farewell, ‘darling.’” she drawled. Jax did not reply. She picked up her sunhat, shaking any dust from it, and slid her shoes back on before exiting the manor, profoundly unsatisfied.

As she walked down the weedy path back towards her manor, a shapeman with an enormous set of dentures for a head in an impeccable red suit jacket, black pants and white gloves, stepped out from inside the manor. He had not a speck of dust on his clothes. He pulled a silver pocketwatch out of his jacket, examining it. There were no needles on the face of the clock, nor numbers.

“Hm… yes. I believe this will be fine.”

He snapped the watch closed, walking back into the manor. The door drifted closed behind him, certainly caused by an errant breeze.

[cyberaxolotl]

To Lose A Queen

The Amazing Digital Circus Angst/Sadfic

(AO3 Description) A headcanon induced fic about my interpretation of Queenie’s abstraction, how it happened, the immediate reaction, and when.

Important tags: Pre-canon, physical fight/violence, character death/abstraction, body horror/horror elements

Words: 5.3k

Illustrations: 0 in fic, 1 cover art

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Fic & Cover Art below the cut

April fifteenth, 19XX. One-hundred and fifty-two weeks before Pomni would arrive, and five days before Zooble. The circus was already full; It had all of its toys. A doll, a rubber rabbit, chess pieces, one toy for laughing at, one for crying at, and the toy that was silly to look at. Caine had all the ones he wanted right there.

Kinger was doing much better back then. He woke up in the “morning” that day, April fifteenth, with few worries in his mind. None that could be acted on, anyway, and none that could stress him out terribly.

There was a light knock on his door. “Kinger..?” A voice called out, gentle and sad, and not nearly reaching him.

“Oh, come on, you’re not knocking hard enough.” A different voice corrected her, followed by a much harder knock and call. “Heeey, Kinger! Get up!”

“Mhfg- huh-?” The chess piece picked himself up from his bed, looking at the door. “What is it, what’s happening-?” He called through the door.

“R-Ragatha wanted to make breakfast for everybody, and I think she’d really appreciate it if we all showed up to it…” The softer voice was severely muffled.

“Ragatha’s doing huh? Hold on a minute…” He tiredly picked himself up, walking up to his door. He opened it to be greeted by Gangle and Jax. “What’s going on?” He cleared his throat, barely awake.

“Ragatha decided that she wanted to make everybody breakfast and she’s somewhere, someplace, making it with Caine.” Jax explained, a hand on his hip. “Gangle wants everybody to show up for it.”

“I think- I think Ragatha would want everyone there too-!” Gangle squeaked, putting her ribbons together. “She’s making something for all of us…”

The rabbit rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Are you gonna grab Queenie and show up or do you just wanna sleep more?” He turned to Kinger, who was rubbing his eyes.

“I’m not too sure about breakfast… but I AM sure that Queenie would want us to be there.” He pulled his hands away, looking down the hallway. “We’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“I-I’m sure Ragatha will be happy about it-! That makes everyone, so long as, uh… Slinks shows up.” Gangle looked over her shoulder at a door behind her. It belonged to a green-and-orange worm-on-a-string, the goofiest looking member of the circus, and yet one of the more reserved as of lately.

“You know Slinks, they’ll show up an hour late and wonder where everyone is. I’m gonna go bother Kaufmo.” With that, Jax walked off, striding cockily.

“…I hope to see you two at breakfast.” The ribbon girl tried to smile at Kinger, then walked off.

Kinger took a deep breath, stepping out and closing his door behind him. He tried to pick himself up and energize himself as he reached the door next to his, knocking on it. “Queenie, sugarplum, are you awake?” He called out with a raised voice.

He heard a soft grumble, followed by shuffling. “Just a moment…” A slightly strained, sleepy voice called back to him, and then the door opened. “Good morning, sweetheart~” Queenie’s voice was mature and smooth, feeling like honey when he listened to it. She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned closer to him, “What’s on our schedule today?” She asked as she put their heads together. They couldn’t really kiss anymore, so they took the next best thing of getting close to each other and humming softly.

“Gangle woke me up, said that Ragatha’s making breakfast. Should we go?” He intertwined his hand with hers, picking it off of his shoulder. Having lost their real wedding rings during their transition to the digital world, they’d substituted gold and silver for silly looking pipe cleaner rings that they’d made for one another. They might not have shined, but they served as a symbol regardless.

“Oh, you know I can’t let Ragatha down, or Gangle.” She pulled away, “Is everybody going to be there?”

“She said that everyone is showing up so long as Slinks makes it. Everyone… including Jax.” He looked down the hallway, a little annoyed.

Queenie scoffed. “I suppose it’ll be worth it to gather around with everybody like that…” She stepped out and closed the door behind her, “But that boy has no respect for the queen~!” She motioned valiantly with her hands, puffing her chest out, and then pausing. After a moment, she giggled, then sighed. “Like I’d carry myself that way.”

“Come on,” He put his hand on her shoulder, smiling at her with his eyes. “Let’s go sit down.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” She took his hand off of her shoulder, holding it in her own as they went down the hallway.

As they reached the center of the tent, they could see their fellow performers already gathered at a large table. Jax was next to Kaufmo, evidently pestering him, while Gangle was sitting at the opposite end of the table, twiddling her ribbons.

“We’re here~!” Queenie announced their presence, coming up behind the table. “Where’s Ragatha?” She asked as the two took seats next to the ribbon girl.

“She’s still cooking, but it should be done soon… Bubble was the one who told us to get everyone.” Gangle explained, perking up at the sight of the chess couple. “How’d you sleep?”

“I slept wonderfully, sweetness. In fact, I had a little dream while I was asleep.” The black piece chuckled under her breath. “…But oh, I can’t remember a bit of it. It was something about the flowers and ladybugs in my room.”

“That’s okay. It’s nice to hear that you thought of something, I just… slept through the night.” The ribbons shrugged. “How about you, Kinger?”

“I slept very soundly! No dreams or noises, but soundly!” He said, smiling.

“Jeez, did you hear that sweetness?” The two pieces glared at the sudden obnoxious voice. Jax was leaning into the table, grinning cockily at them. “You two treat Gangle like she’s a kid or something.”

“I-I’m twenty-six…” Gangle said quietly, holding a ribbon up.

“Oh please, is it rude to be kind?” Queenie was glaring daggers at him, clenching her hands on the table. “We’ve not been treating anybody like a kid.”

Jax rolled his eyes. “Not like a kid, you’ve been treating her like your kid.” He sat back in his chair, “What are you two making up for acting like Gangle’s your daughter?”

“Jax!” Kinger glared at him, leaning past his wife. “It’s none of your concern if we’re making up for something, but we just care about her more than you do.”

Gangle stared for a few seconds, then looked down at the table. “…You do kind of remind me of my-“

“Food’s up!” Before she could finish, several voices interrupted them. Ragatha seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, carrying two large plates, and Caine was behind her doing the same. Bubble had a pot of coffee in her jaws, bobbing around happily, and spilling several swigs of it.

“I made pancakes, french toast, and homemade breakfast pastries for everyone!” Ragatha said happily, putting the platters down on the table. “I know we don’t need to eat, but I’m sure we’d all appreciate some routine, right? At least, I’d like to!” She pulled out a chair, sitting down.

“Thanks a BRUNCH for the meal, Raggy!” Kaufmo said, turning to her, “There’s MUFFIN I wouldn’t do for breakfast!”

“…” She stared blankly at him, blinking emptily. “…Ha, haha, that’s a good one, Kaufmo!” She tried to smile and laugh as she saw his face drop.

“…Snrk-“ Though, the silence was filled quickly by Queenie. “Ah- hahahaha~! I thought those puns were lovely, Kaufmo!” Her laugh was genuine and full, a smile reaching her eyes. She continued to giggle as she turned to her husband, “Thanks a brunch for the meal~! What a lovely line!”

Kinger felt his face heat up at her laughter, a fullness welling up in his heart at her voice. “It sure is, sugarplum.” He nodded, staring dreamily at her.

“Um- Caine!” The doll awkwardly looked up, “Will you be staying for breakfast?”

“I’m afraid not, doll, I have far too many things to do today!” He said loudly, motioning for Bubble to come to him. “It was a JO-OY to cook with you, but I have construction to do! Building! IMAGINATION!”

“We get it, you're busy.” Jax picked up a plate of pancakes, “What’s the new addition gonna be, huh?”

“Thaaaaat’s a secret, and a surprise!” He waggled his finger at the rabbit, then turned away. “Enjoy your delectable emulation, I will check back in a few hours!” Grabbing Bubble, the two disappeared.

“…Oookay then.” Kaufmo sat back, taking some french toast. “…Hey, where’s Slinks?”

“Oh, yeah, where are they? Gangle?” Ragatha noted the missing worm, turning to the ribbons.

“They, ah, they didn’t respond when I called for them. They might still be sleeping…” Gangle poked her ribbons together, looking away. “…I didn’t really, um, try to call for them very loudly…”

“I thought Jax was helping you get everyone?” Kinger asked, turning to face the dorms.

“Oh, no, I wasn’t there to help her. I just wanted to tag along.” He shook his head, smirking.

“Then how about YOU go get Slinks, huh?” Ragatha turned and glared at him, only to get a sour expression back.

“I’ve already got my food in front of me! What do you want me to do, let it get cold?” He motioned at his plate.

“It’ll take barely a minute knowing you. Be good for once and just do it, Jax.” Queenie glared at him as well. “Slinks wouldn’t want to miss out on this, would they?”

“…Well, actually, Slinks doesn’t really-“ Gangle started, only to be cut off.

“Fine, I’ll go get ‘em.” Jax pushed his chair back and stood up, starting to walk away. “I’m sure Slinks will REEAAALLY appreciate being woken up for cold food.”

Ragatha sighed as he walked away, turning back to the table. “I hope everyone likes what I made.” She said, trying to smile.

“It smells good!” Kinger said quickly, leaning onto his wife’s shoulder. “But I don’t think I’m hungry enough to have a plate for myself.” He eyed her plate with a dorky look in his eyes.

“REALLY, Kinger? We don’t even get hungry.” She turned to him, sounding and looking bothered. That quickly turned to amusement as she chuckled, putting the plate between them and speaking sweetly, “I suppose I can handle sharing with you~”

Gangle was grabbing a plate as well, trying to put on a slight smile, before realizing something. “Oh- I forgot to ask Caine about my replacement comedy mask…” She said to the group, looking around.

“He said he’d be back in a few hours, I'm sure you could ask him about it then!” Ragatha said, “…Though, you should probably ask him for a few? It’ll be easier to have replacements on hand, won’t it?” She proposed, getting a soft nod.

The ribbon girl sighed, “You always know good answers, Ragatha.”

“Well, thank you! I’m surprised nobody else-“

“GA-AAAH-!”

Everyone at the table jumped at the echoing scream, turning to look down the hall. “Wha- wha- what was that-?!” Gangle whined.

“It sounded like Jax!” Kaufmo exclaimed, getting up from his chair. Right as he said that, the rabbit himself turned the corner.

“Hey- everyone-!” He panted, running up to the table and yelling. He reached them and stopped, bending over, panting heavily.

“What happened?” Ragatha asked, standing up. “Where’s Slinks?”

“Oh- don’t worry- Slinks is… coming…” Jax took a deep breath and cleared his throat, standing tall. “He’s just-“

Before he could finish, they heard a monstrous growl from deeper in the circus tent. “GAH-!” Kinger jumped as a long, glitched out snake slinked around the corner, larger and more monstrous than their worm friend.

“Yeah, he’s here, he’s just abstracted.” The rabbit grinned as he put his hands on his hips, “At least he won’t be eating cold food.” With that, he ran away.

Everyone jumped up from their seats, turning and running in different directions. Ragatha quickly went to Kaufmo and ran alongside him, Gangle let out a horrified shriek and ran another way, and Queenie grabbed Kinger’s hand and pulled them both up, heading for a different side of the tent. What had just been a peaceful morning quickly came apart as Slinks’ abstracted form smashed the dining table, then sharply turned to bolt after Ragatha and Kaufmo.

The chess couple hurried down the hall, Queenie blindly running, and Kinger blindly following. When her eyes landed on a door with “broom closet” written on it in crayon, she turned and ripped it open, pulling them both inside and slamming the door behind them.

Her heart was racing as she fell into a corner, pulling her husband down with her. He ended up falling into her lap, putting his hands on his chest and breathing heavily. “Okay- we’re okay, we’re okay in here, we’re alright…” He started mumbling as they met each other's gaze.

She put her hand over where her mouth would be, motioning for silence, which she quickly got. She turned and put her “ear” against the wall, only faintly hearing growls and scampering. “They’re nowhere near here.” She turned to him and spoke in a hushed voice. With that, she took a deep breath, and let out a heaving, shaky sigh.

Kinger gulped as he looked into the room. “…There are a LOT of brooms in here.” He remarked.

Queenie looked up to see that the room was full of brooms, including the shelves, which were made of brooms and holding more brooms. “Oh.” She let out, disturbed. “So there are.” She turned with an unsure gaze to her husband, who looked equally unsteady.

“…What now?” He asked, putting his hand over hers.

“…” She listened quietly for a few moments, and then gulped. “We SHOULD be safe in here, I don’t think Slinks can open doors like that so long as they don’t know that we’re in here. I hope that everyone else is carrying themselves the same way.”

“Can we really just sit here and wait until Caine comes back?” He questioned.

“Kaufmo and Ragatha will be safer together, and Jax will probably find some obnoxious way to stay safe.” She rolled her eyes a little, then paused. “…But I did see Gangle running off on her own.” She turned to the door.

“Oh dear.” Kinger let out, picking himself up off of her lap and sitting next to her.

“…The moon can get Caine, can’t she?” Queenie realized, eyes widening. “If we get Gangle and make it outside, we can ask the moon to call for him, and end this mess early.” With that, she stood up.

“A-are you really sure we should be the ones doing this?” He stood up as well, grabbing her shoulder. “I’m sure someone else could end up having that idea and doing it instead.”

“Well if we’re going to get Gangle, we might as well make a break for the outside too.” She shook his hand off, “If you want to stay here then I’ll do it myself.”

“No- no, I’m not gonna let you go alone.” He stepped up next to her, getting a satisfied gaze back.

“I know you won’t, come on.” She leaned up to the door, listening through. “…Slinks is still far away. Gangle told me one time that she tries to go to the art rooms when she’s stressed, so we should try there first.” She told him, getting a nod. Opening up the door, the two stepped out, walking slowly through the hall.

The art hall wasn’t too far away from where they had ended up, but it was still a long walk, especially when they couldn’t make any noise.

Loud growls echoed through the tent randomly, never failing to make Kinger jump, or worry Queenie. “…I do hope our friends are okay.” She whispered, gazing down that part of the circus.

As they turned the corner down another hallway, a small noise made its way to them. “…Gangle?” Kinger whispered, looking around. There was faint whimpering coming from one of the rooms.

The chess couple continued down the hall, listening to every room they passed. The queen piece cleared her throat as they reached one of the furthest ones, barely able to hear the distant roaring, and hoping they were far enough. “Gangle?” She said firmly.

They heard a sharp gasp, followed by the sound of ribbons hitting tile. The door opened quietly, and Gangle’s mask poked around the door. “Queenie, Kinger-!” She looked a little happier to see them, but her expression quickly returned to fear. “What’s happening out there-?” She hissed.

“We’re not sure, but we have a plan. We need to go outside,” Queenie explained, holding her hand out, “If we get the moon, she can call Caine, and he can stop Slinks. We’ll also be safer out there.”

“B-but the way out is on the other side of the circus, with Slinks.” The ribbon girl stepped out, looking up at the two.

“I think Slinks is preoccupied by somebody else.” Kinger noted, “We’ve been hearing a lot of growling, so they might’ve found someone else to focus on.”

Queenie nodded in affirmation, “If we’re quick and quiet, we’ll be able to help them too. We need to go.” She stepped away from the door, “Will you be coming with us?”

“I… Sure-!” She stepped out of the room, standing next to Kinger. “I just don’t wanna be alone…”

“That’s fine, we’ll all stick together. Now, we need to hurry.” The queen piece turned around, motioning for them to follow her. The other two let themselves be led down the hall, anxiously listening as they got closer to the distant noises again.

Gangle was looking around anxiously, wincing at every loud roar. “…Do you think Ragatha is okay?” She asked in a hushed voice.

“Ragatha’s one of the most capable of us, I'm sure she thought of something, or she’s hiding.” Queenie assured, keeping her voice low. “If we’re lucky, Slinks went after Jax first.”

“Oh, that’s not nice, sugarplum.” Kinger mentioned, looking away.

“I was just having a lark, sweetheart.” She motioned vaguely with her hand, “…Though, Jax does seem to have a way of ALWAYS getting out of these situati- -!” She stopped suddenly, freezing up.

“..?” The other two looked at her, confused, and she pointed the way she was looking. “-!” Kinger stifled a gasp, and Gangle made the slightest squeak. Slinks’ morphed form was directly across from them, but facing away from them, looking like it was hunting.

There was a stillness in the air for a few seconds, the room turning cold with anxiety. Queenie took a moment to stare before turning to the other two, wide-eyed. The way out of the tent was still quite the run away.

Kinger shook his head at her, he didn’t know what to do, but he wasn’t going to talk. The queen piece took a deep breath, put her hands together, and then started side-stepping away. She motioned for the other two to follow her.

Gangle was desperately clinging onto the king piece, frozen in place. Kinger made the quick decision to pick her up in a way that was almost piggybacking, and she accepted it without a sound, holding onto him. The three carefully continued down the hall, all eyes glued to the abstracted worm, only shifting their gazes to see where they were going.

That part of the tent had become a disaster area. The tossed food from the shattered dining table littered the floor, and various other things had been thrown around and ended up in bugged out states. Queenie could see a flashing chair out of the corner of her eye, watching it flicker in and out of existence and phase through the floor, and she wondered for a moment how much it must’ve hurt to be that way. Was Slinks acting out of aggression, or fear? Were they desperate to find a way to ease their pain, or were they hunting for somebody? Somebody… Maybe Caine? The thoughts crossed Queenie’s mind in a flurry as she walked, not watching where she was going, but seeing Slinks slowly leave their vision.

“SQU-EAK-!”

“-!” She gasped in terror as she stepped on something, hearing it squeal beneath her heel. Looking down, it was a normal rubber duck, untouched by the spread of glitches.

A monstrous roar filled the room as they all turned to face Slinks. It had snapped its head over to look at them, its many eyes locking onto them. And its many eyes… locked onto Kinger and Gangle.

Then, it pounced, shooting across the floor at them.

“NO!” Queenie shrieked, whipping around. Her hands were on Kinger’s petrified shoulders in an instant, and he yelped as she shoved the two of them away, them falling to the floor and skidding.

He was disoriented as he looked up, eyes wide. Both him and Gangle had looked up just in time to see Queenie getting tackled in their place, grabbed by beast and flung across the hall. “QUEENIE!” He screamed, watching in horror.

Just as soon as she had landed, she was picked up and tossed again, slammed into the floor with enough force that the tile was cracking. She looked up just enough to meet his gaze, seeing stars in her vision, and feeling her body shifting and changing. “Y-y-you-“ She stuttered out, but could not finish as she was picked up and thrown again.

Kinger stood up with Gangle still wrapped around him, hearing her sobs right beside him, and the screams of his wife in front of him. She was thrown down in front of them again, and he ran up to her, kneeling down. “Sugar-“ He tried holding his hand out.

“D-d-don’t t-touch m-e-e-!” She cried out, pulling her hand away. The pain of feeling her physical form distort was not going to distract her from the objective. “G-g-go outs-i-i-de, NOW-!” She screamed at them, right as a shadow loomed over her. “RUN-!” With that, she was ripped away from him once more.

Kinger scrambled to a stand, turning around, his chest pounding with every distorted yelp of pain that echoed behind him. He felt Gangle’s wrap around him get tighter as he ran away, praying that he’d be quick enough, begging himself to move faster. He knew his wife, and knew her well; she was more resilient and stable than anyone else there. Surely she could hold on, could she not?

The light of “day” made its way to their eyes, coming in through the entrance. The warm light felt cold in that terrible desperation as they exited the tent, looking up at the sky. “MOON! MADAME MOON!” Kinger screamed up at the stars, his voice cracking in his throat.

“Oh-? Oh, oh my, if it isn’t Caine’s little performers.” The sun reacted first, looking down at them. “Madame Moon, they’re asking for you.”

“Hmm?” The moon turned around next, looking down at them. “Well, hello, folks. What do you need?”

Her calm tone was close to agonizing to the king piece’s desperate mind. “Slinks abstracted, he’s attacking Queenie, geT CAINE NOW-!!” He screamed at her, waving his hands.

“Another abstracted performer? Hm, how tragic… I’ll call him.” She picked up a phone-like object seemingly out of nowhere, dialing a number in, not at all rushing. “Hellooo, Caine~ Your performers are asking for you.” They couldn’t hear Caine’s side of the phone, “…Yes, the circus ones. It’s the chess piece and the theater girl. Something about abstracting.” After a few seconds of silence, she put the “phone” down. “He’ll be here in-“

With that, Caine manifested into existence with Bubble by his side, right by the two toys. “Hello, Kinger and Gangle! Has somebody abstra-“

“SLINKS! SLINKS ABSTRACTED!” Kinger cried desperately at him. “THEY’RE ATTACKING QUEENIE!”

“Slinks is attacking Queenie? What a royal mess!” Bubble hummed as Caine descended to the ground.

“Well, let’s get this over with! Take me to them.” He invited them to lead him, and the chess piece whipped around, running away.

Getting inside, Caine seemed like he could sense the glitched form. “There’s a big worm if I’ve ever felt one!” He held his hand out, and just like that, a snake-like amalgam was floating towards them. A hole opened up on the floor in front of him, and Slinks was lowered into it, sent down into the cold cellar. “Well, that’s that taken care of!”

Gangle suddenly dropped down to the floor, letting go of Kinger and sobbing. The emotions of the past forty minutes caught up to her all at once as she bawled loudly, and as much as he wished he could’ve, the chess piece could not stay. He ran away from her, up to the area where the disaster had happened, until he saw the cracks in the walls and tile.

“Queenie- Queenie!” He yelled out, looking desperately around. Everything that had been littered around was glitching violently, even some of the floor, and it worried him. He couldn’t see his wife anywhere. “Queenie!” He called out again, his eyes landing on an open, but glitched door. ‘She got away-!’ He thought upon seeing it, running over. Pushing it open by the unaffected handle, he looked inside. “Queenie- -!”

Queenie was laying down against the wall, her eyes barely open. He was horrified to see that she was not only distorting and dizzied, but morphing; part of her body had turned into black mass, eyes already faintly glowing in it.

“K-k-ki-in-g-e-er-?” Her voice was barely recognizable throughout stutters and distortions.

“Oh- oh god, oh god, Queenie!” He ran up and fell to his knees before her, terror and worry in his eyes. “Sugarplum, what happened to you?!”

“S-s-s-l-i-nk-s w-w-wa-as… Vi-vi-vic-io-o-us.” She let out, barely able to pick up her head from the floor.

He looked down at her, watching as the black amalgam enveloped her lower half. “No- no, no, no, this can’t be happening, I… I’ll get Caine, he’ll fix you, I-“ He jumped to a stand, only to be stopped.

“I-i-it w-o-n-n-t-t mat-at-atter.” Queenie let out, her voice straining terribly. “C-C-caine ca-a-n FIX-! Gl-gl-glit-t-ch-in-ing, b-bu-t-t I-I’m-m al-al-alr-e-a-d-d-dy a-a-ab-abst-ra-ra-cti-n-g.” As she spoke, the darkness crawled up her torso, and a small tear formed in her eye. “It-it-it hu-u-r-t-s-!” Her voice got more shrill at that sentence.

Kinger stared at her in horror, his face paling as she distorted right in front of him. “What do you- what should I do for you-?” He asked her, shaking.

She shut her eyes for a moment, taking a deep, and still chopped up breath. “…M-m-ma-k-k-e s-u-re-re nob-b-bod-d-y ge-t-t-s hu-hu-hur-t be-c-c-caus-s-e o-f-f-f m-me.” She let out, opening her eyes again. “G-g-ge-t-t C-C-a-ine-! T-to p-put m-me in-n th-the-the cell-ell-ar.”

“No-!” He blurted out, “I can’t- I can’t get him to do that to you, sugarplum, I love you, I-“

“K-k-kin-n-ge-r-!” She yelled at him, making him freeze up. She felt it crawl further up her body, looking up at him with desperate eyes. “L-l-i-st-ten t-to m-m-me, d-do it-t. I-I-I l-lov-e-e you-u t-to-o-o.”

“…Okay.” He let out, his voice shaking as he backed up.

She gave him the closest thing to a smile that she could. “…R-r-u-n.” The distortion climbed up enough to reach the base of her neck, and she shut her eyes.

“-!” He let out a quiet, fearful sound, and then turned away, running out of the room. “Caine- CAINE!” He ran back through the area that was struck by tragedy, past glitched objects. “CAINE!” He screamed out.

He found Caine with the others, who had gathered around now that Slinks was gone. “Kinger! Where’s the queen, eh?” Jax said, using Ragatha as an armrest.

The chess king completely ignored him. “Caine-!” He yelled desperately, now with everyone’s attention on him. “Queenie- she’s, she- I-“ He stuttered and panted, the vision of her appearing in his mind as he rested his hand on his head.

“Oh dear, DOOOON’T TELL ME! Someone else has abst-“

An otherworldly growl came down the hall. Kinger pulled his hand off of his face, turning around as everyone else did. “-!” There was a scream of fear from one of them as a door far away crashed open, as well as the wall around it. Out with it came her, an amalgamated form of darkness that barely resembled her beloved form anymore, with eyes on every place they shouldn’t have been, locking onto the group. Queenie, now abstracted.

“Aaaand that’s another person going STRAAAAIGHT TO THE CELLAR!” Caine announced, the pit opening up in front of him. The morphed queen piece was not able to get close to them before she was picked up, screaming desperately in the air, and then sent down below.

“That was… Queenie-?!” Ragatha gasped, putting her mitts over her mouth.

“What-?!” Gangle cried out, tears still pouring from her eyes. “Queenie abstracted?!”

“Very unfortunate, but now all of the abstracted forms are gone! I’ll find a replacement for Slinks soon.” Caine floated over everyone, standing in front of them. “By golly goodness, look at this mess!” He motioned at the sea of glitching objects and snapped his fingers, and in an instant, they were fixed.

Kinger was completely silent, staring emptily in front of him. Everything had happened horribly, achingly fast, and those around him barely acknowledged it. “…” He looked down at his hands, at the colorful pipe cleaner ring, feeling a deep-rooted heaviness inside him.

“Kinger..?” A soft voice was the first one to speak to him, and he felt everyone else’s gazes on him. “…I’m… sorry…” Gangle squeaked out slowly.

He didn’t turn to look at her, still staring at the ring. He’d lost her, all of her, in an instant. Something inside of him felt like it was breaking, and his eye twitched for a second, his body starting to tremble again. “I’d like to go back to my room now.” He said suddenly, looking up. Before anyone could say anything else, he turned away, walking slowly towards the dorms.

“…Wow, I expected a lot more from him.” Jax said after a bit of watching him walk away. “I mean, his wife dies, and he just leaves?” He turned to Ragatha, pointing away.

She didn’t respond, only giving him a serious look. Instead of entertaining him, she walked up to Gangle. “…Should we hold a funeral for her? I know she meant something to all of us.” She asked, looking at Caine. “CAN we hold a funeral for her?”

“In spirit, maybe! But in this digital world, in order to keep the place appropriate for all ages, we avoid depicting grim topics such as death, graveyards, and funerals!” He turned to her, speaking loudly.

Her face scrunched at him, frowning. “Yeah, yeah…” With that, she looked at Gangle. “…I’m sorry.” She tried putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Sh-she reminded me a lot of my mother…” The ribbon girl mumbled quietly, “And Kinger reminds me of my dad, I… I hope he ends up okay.” She looked down the nearby hallway.

“…Hey, wait, how do you remember your parents? I thought we all forgot about our-“ Jax started,

“Would you shut your mouth for once?” Kaufmo interrupted, getting an offended glare back.

“Hey, Caine!” Bubble floated up to its companion, holding a paper in its maw. “We oughta write this all down on their character sheets, shouldn’t we?” On the first page was a written guide for everything about Slinks, and another page behind it was for Queenie.

“Gadzooks, you’re right, Bubble!” He took the paper, looking for a specific section. “Now where is it… Ah, here!” He manifested a pen out of nowhere, holding the page closer to himself.

In the section labeled “date of abstraction,” he wrote April fifteenth, 19XX.

[idledreams4]

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Welcome, darlings

I'm Harlenn Smith, happily married to the incredibly charming @people-are-a-resource

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[kooki914]

I hope we get to see Asgore fight the cyber queen bitch.

It’d be funny

No <3

Have this wholesomeness instead

[house-of-lebeau]

Name: Reine Marie LeBeau

Code name: Patron

Character info under cut:

Reine is Gambit and Rogue’s daughter and Rory’s younger sister. At first it was thought that she simply had the ability to absorb powers/memories like Rogue, but it turned out that Reine could also transfer powers to other people. This part of her power is used very sparingly. For example, she mostly uses it as support to share a healing factor between people. However, while Reine can use whatever abilities she absorbs freely, if she charges another person with a power that is incompatible with their biology/power set, it can be debilitating (which she has used offensively).

Even so, the potential of this ability makes Reine a target to those who would try to use it for their own gains. The X-men tried to keep this part of her powers classified, but of course this kind of information never stays secret for long. She doesn’t absorb life force, but she can potentially depower a mutant if she maintains contact for long enough. Reine doesn’t seem to have any other innate abilities so she’s been trained in different martial arts for self defense. Her family gets a bit over protective of her, but Reine also has Remy’s gift for tactics and often uses combos of powers to her advantage.

So I ended up with another R name, Reine is French for “queen” so it completes the family playing card theme synergy haha. This leads Reine to being nicknamed “Queenie” and “Princess” among other names from her family. Any more info involving my fan kids will be tagged under ( #house of LeBeau ) so stay tuned for that if you like. Thanks for reading.

[berisims]

Gosh your Morgyn is stunning! Is it possible to link all (or any) of the CC used? I'd love to have your Morgyn in my game. Thanks!

Thank you so much! Y'all are gonna make my heart explode, I stg 😭💞

I'd be quite happy to! I'll be including a couple of pictures and tagging this as WCIF so people can find it better while navigating through my blog.

K, buckle up, the list is WAY bigger than I thought, here it goes:

Skin details:

Skinblend (face) - Poppyseed by @sammi-xox

Skin overlay (face + body) - Male skin 12 by @remussirion

Eyelids - @faaeish (this particular piece of cc is retired, but the creator has shared all folders containing old cc of hers. You can find the eyelids in this one.)

Face structure (contour) - @faaeish (also found in the link above)

Beauty marks - Moles N4 by @s-e-l-e-n-g

Hairline - Whispy Hairline by @rheallsim

Nosemask - Nosemask N2 by @obscurus-sims

Hand definition - Defined hand overlay by @sims4nexus

Body:

Body Preset N1 by @silumeo

Eyebrows:

N7 MM Velvet by @pralinesims

Tattoos:

Queen of Pentacles by @sugarowl

Glowing Tattoo by @ms-marysims

Sage of Untamed forehead rune by @gerbithats

Hair:

Nicolas by @simandy

Outfit #1:

Dress - Herakles by @zeussim

Shoes - Celia by @madlensims

Outfit #1 Accessories:

Crown + Halo (separate) - Queeny by @erschsims

Earrings - Ember of Spell by @aithsims4

Lashes - 3D eyelashes MV1 by @sclub-privee

Rings - Metal Claw by @natalia-auditore & Obie Rings by @greenllamas

Outfit #1 Makeup:

Eyeshadow - EA (My Wedding Stories pack)

Eyeliner - Lynette by @pralinesims

Cheeks - Peony blush by @capitalco

Lips - Genesis by @remussirion (+ clear lip gloss by @pralinesims, found in tattoos)

Eye contacts - Eyes N7 by @obscurus-sims

Outfit #2:

Top - Cygnus V2 by @zeussim

Bottoms - My Spells Are Hotter Than Yours by @adelarsims (Bless them for these, they have FIVE waist height versions! A total game changer.)

Boots - Holz by @madlensims

Outfit #2 Accessories:

Halo - Luxury by @sugarowl

Earrings - Ghoulish Gems (Moon) by @nolan-sims

Lashes - Same as outfit #1

Rings - Same as outfit #1 & Nico Rings by @greenllamas

Outfit #2 Makeup:

Eyeshadow - Pyrite by @twisted-cat

Eyeliner - Same as outfit #1

Cheeks - Same as outfit #1

Lips - Same as outfit #1

Eye contacts - Materia by Screaming Mustard at TSR

[lady-ofmischief]

Thank you for the tag @thebohemianbelle 💚

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people.

Love is a Cowboy - Kelsea Ballerini

As Long as You Love Me - BSB

Dreams - Fleetwood Mac

You Give Love a Bad Name - Bon Jovi

Only You - Yaz

Favorite Kind of High - Kelly Clarkson

My Church - Maren Morris

Into The Mystic - Van Morrison

Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin

Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Queen

Heaven, Iowa - Fall Out Boy

I Wanna Dance with Somebody - Whitney Houston

Ends Of The Earth - Lord Huron

Foolish Games - Jewel

I think this playlist perfectly sums up what the inside of my head sounds like 😅

Tag List: @queenofnevermore @ecle-c-tic @killerqueen-ofwillowgreen @loverlyundecidedmusicalmuggle @thislookinyoureyes @whatmarisays @trinikins @freddie-moments @whyfalloutwhenyoucanpanic @ursogreat @arwione @queenies-of-the-universe @borealis-strange @theforceiswithyoualways @theinvulnerabletide

[ncutii-gatwa]

mutual appreciation 💌

so recently i hit 3k followers and felt like spreading some love for the occasion as a thank you. i wouldn't be the blog i am without my lovely mutuals. you guys are the real legends here and i love and appreciate you sm 💘

special love to: @cxpaldi @isitstraightvodka @ecle-c-tic @jakeperalta @howard-cassie @binickmiller @karmas @joe-mazzello @joequinns @ricky-olson @josephqvinns @roykentt @jamesbuckybarns

a lot of love to: @nessa007 @locketnote @tayloralison @quinnkeerys @prettylittlegoldfish @pegsccarter @freddie-mercurys @freddie-moments @queen-paladin @lady-artemis27 @cassielang @octobermidnight @tenderlyhands @dindjarins @love--language @loversmore @mistiermistshazierdays @lucypcvensie @cardigan @lacebird @queenies-of-the-universe @javier-pena @pedgito @frodo-baggins @cadiacore @brimay @natasharomanovf @margoterobbies @trinikins @queenincrimson @vigilanteshit

even though some of us dont talk i still appreciate you a tonne. and those missing i'm sorry i love you too but tumblr wont let me tag any more