#pony town moodboard

[puppytodlr]

꒰ Pony town moodboard ꒱

Such a comfort game to me

[palatteflags]

Ponytown moodboard~ ^^ For an anon! Hope you like this~

Want one? Send an ask! -mod Jay

[qprpbj]

sigh i have thoughts of an modern au and i wanna yap (I’m sorry if this is annoying) paul driving & seeing pony from afar getting beat up (paul is still not over darry) and he knows how much darry loves his brother soooo he helps out pony to get closer to him and in turn get closer to darry again (bro wants his man back!) … but oops, weeks pass & Paul and pony get along like rlly well, paul realizes that underneath all his grease pony is a super good kid who deserves to get out of their fucking town… like pony isn’t hanging out the gang as much and they are all like ???? But pony is doing well in school and coming home before curfew so can they rlly complain… (thank u paul and ur mustang 🫡) but anyway time passes and the gang figures it out (thanks to marbit & cherrycola) and they are like pissed lowkey but pony is so happy ))): paul, Chet, Cherry, and Marcia like genuinely care about this kid ))):

anyway here’s a moodboard:

ok wait stop i’m absolutely obsessed with this. not paul using this kid to get closer to his ex again but he actually finds out pony’s cool to hang out with (i assume this is like. a universe paul Doesn’t participate in jumping pony/johnny dying etc??). him taking pony under his wing and the socs figuring out they’re actually kinda cool is so!!!!! (i have some delusional concept in my head of darrypaul dating and pony gets passed down paul’s doodled on shoes he doesn’t wear anymore…….can this paul and pony PLEASE bond over drawing :’))) pls elaborate on this if u want bc i love this concept already 🫶

[generic-whumperz]

Benny (Character Sheet)

(Picrew)

Playlist | Moodboards | Masterlist | Character Info | Lexicon

Overview: In a post-apocalyptic world where an outbreak of debated origin has transformed people into flesh-eating monsters, Benny, a fisherman from Cajun-country Southern Louisiana, is just an ordinary man trying to support his family during difficult times. But his fate is forever changed after he catches the attention of Arcadian Baron Xavier LeBlanc after winning a brutal fight against a horde of afflicted in the fighting pits. His victory leads to an offered position as one of Xavier's concubines, but he soon discovers that this position involves more than just hedonistic sex parties. Benny discovers Xavier's corruption and nefarious activities, including the Baron's connection to the mysterious disappearances of several local women. Outraged, Benny decides to take matters into his own hands. After risking it all and exposing Xavier's wrongdoings to the town, the ensuing revolt claims the lives of Arcadian envoys and vassals alike. Xavier, fed up with Benny’s insolence, retaliates by sentencing Benny to a life of slavery and selling him to a buyer on the West Coast.

Full name: Benôit Onésiphore Boudreaux (Benny)

Role: Second lead protagonist (Whumpee)

Date of Birth & sign: February 10, 2005 (27), Aquarius (story takes place in the year 2032)

Gender: cis-male

Sexuality: bi (and DTF)

Height: 6'

Weight/body type/build: working man's build—very fit and muscular. Unfairly ripped, is good googly moogly ridiculous. (How does it feel to be creator's favorite?)  

Hometown: Atchafalaya, Toussaint Parish, Louisiana (re-used name, fictional place in the southern boot of LA area)

Fav genre of music & anthem: blues rock; Born On The Bayou by: CCR

Family Members: Oldest child and only son. Both parents deceased. Younger sisters in order from oldest to youngest: Genevieve, Sabine, Estelle, Cordelia. Adopted children whose families died after the outbreak. Father & big brother figure 2-in-1. (All surviving Boudreaux family members + adopted kids are in the infographic below.) Family over everything mentality. Provider.

Left/right handed: left

Occupation: fisherman, helps run family-owned bait & tackle shop

Ethnicity (+ American): Indigenous (predominantly  Choctaw), Cajun/Creole (mixed colonial French, Native American, and Haitian ancestry). Appearance-wise, looks unmistakably Native. 

Hair color & length: long, straight, thick black hair, hits mid-back. Usually tied in a low pony, braided, or thrown up in a messy bun. Facial hair: none to be had. Has little to no body hair and looks like a smooth baby dolphin. Has never used a razor in his life, plucks random hairs as they surface.

Hygiene: smells like swamp water and fishing boat gunk 90% of the time. Bathes daily and spends a lot of time taming his mane and doing hair masks. Decently hygienic (having four sisters), but isn't afraid to get dirty and wrestle in some mud.   

Eye color: russet brown. Deep-set, thin, almond-shaped eyes. Has "sly eyes."  

Skin tone: light brown, golden tan with warm undertones.

Facial features: oblong head with high cheekbones. Wide, full lips with heavy upper lip. Hooked nose. Flat, thick eyebrows. Round, slightly pointed ears (no, not like an elf) with free lobes.  

Mannerisms: very animated and talks with his hands, uses a lot of body language. Hums, whistles, and sings songs at random.   

Nervous ticks: shifts and wiggles around more. Rocks in a chair if sitting. Paces. Runs fingers through hair, plays with hair. Flexes hands and toes. Shrugs, rolls shoulders. Cracks neck and fingers, rolls head in a circle or a back/forth motion. Blinks a lot and shakes head. Bounces knee. Talks more and rambles, may repeat a question reworked in different ways, *disbelief*. Uses inappropriate humor to cope. Grimaces. Stretches, may start dancing/tapping feet. Drums fingers.

Posture: relaxed and casual. Slumps back in seat or leans forward, elbows on knees. Has an unfortunate tendency to manspread.

Style: "It fits? I gets." Nearly everything is stained and a hand-me-down. Usually in smelly fishing gear. When not, in a white tank or T-shirt with sleeves cut off, old ripped jeans, tattered old boots, or no shoes at all. All shorts are old jeans he cut (jorts go hard). Tribal print and lumberjack flannels, buttoned jackets, Carhart vests, old sweatshirts, wrinkled and faded T-shirts, beaded jewelry, and custom jackets made by his fashionista sister, Estelle. 

Health: initially very healthy with no conditions or allergies

Piercings/tattoos: piercings—2 holes (lobe and upper lobe), tragus on both ears and a Prince Albert (🍆). Tattoos (so many, all B&W): strand of 5 traditional-style flowers on upper chest, just below collar bones. Barbed wire in the shape of a heart on the left peck over the heart with a small cherub pulling back bow as if about to shoot an arrow at it on the right shoulder. Traditional Choctaw tribal pattern strip encircling right bicep. Beaded armband with two feathers tied in the middle—starts on upper-mid left arm and stops about 4" short from elbow. Mermaid with shell crown on top left forearm. Optical illusion crocodile swimming half-in, half-out of water on top of right arm. Optical illusion fishing hook stuck in skin on outer left wrist. Tomahawk with peace pipe end on left side over ribs. Scorpion around belly button, crawling down towards below waistline. Sun and moon kissing surrounded by clouds on mid left thigh. Shrimp above outer left ankle. (Tat sheet & references below.) 

Birthmarks/scars: scar across left cheek. "X" slave branding scar on right hand.  

Language(s): English, some Cajun French

Personality: extroverted, adaptable, friendly and charismatic, good-natured, energetic, sincere, outspoken, optimistic, excitable, loyal, motivated, facetious, compassionate, quick-witted, patient, confident, genuine (never pretends to be someone he isn't), but can be a schmoozer

Vices:  weed, moonshine/hooch, casual sex, drunk fishing.

Voice: loud. Rich Cajun twang, smooth and silky despite the volume at which he speaks.

Smells like: when dirty—swamp, mildew, and fish. When clean—earthy scent with aquatic undertones: Spanish moss, evergreen and Cyprus, soliflore gardenia, and blue gum eucalyptus.    

Face claim(s): (young) Eddie Spears (top row), Michael Hudson (bottom row, big shoutout to @3-2-whump for finding Michael!)

Character inspiration: nothing in particular; I just thought I was missing something, and thus, Benny was born and slowly revealed himself to me in parts. I knew I needed a wild swamp man.

Other: has wrestled alligators and isn't afraid of shit besides catfish (his mortal enemy). Harmonica champion. Consumes ungodly amounts of shrimp. 

 

Character sheet filled out from his POV

Tattoo Placement Sheet (+ Scars):

Tattoo reference pics from Pinterest:

(sorry, yeah he has Pinterest tats, I’m not a professional)

Surviving family tree:

[zablife]

The Disappeared

Tommy Shelby & Martha Shelby

Summary: Tommy’s last memories of his mother.

Author’s Note: Written for @noforkingclue ’s 2500 follower celebration. 2 months late, but I’ve finished it! The prompt was “You can’t make me disappear.”

Warning: language, mental illness, spousal abuse, mention of suicide

Moodboard credit: by the amazing @the-makingsofgreatness

The house was quiet, it was always quiet when his mother went dumb. She’d sit in the copper bath for hours until his father came home drunk and tore her from it, sloshing water about the floor, creating a dark river across the floor boards Tommy and Arthur would have to mop up. Arthur Sr. would drag her by her hair, but she never made a sound. Tommy wished just once she would fight back, claw him or kick at his shins. The silence was worse than her screams he thought. He wondered if she were dead inside her body.

Her face never moved and her eyes tracked one spot on the wall, watching something inside, listening to a sound he couldn’t hear. But she never looked at him, never looked at anyone. Her husband could scream and yell all he wanted, but she never flinched, the bruises that bloomed over her skin the only reply to his cruelty. Tommy wondered where she’d gone in those moments. Perhaps back to the Black Patch where she talked about when she was happy. 

One morning he woke to find her gone. His father had thrown the teapot against the wall and the children watched it shatter. Hopes of any sort of comforting warmth a distant wish unable to be fulfilled. Tommy wanted to hate her for abandoning them, but a part of him understood. Envied her even for flying away when she had the chance as he sat rooted to his chair.  He could sense it in her, that her spirit was dying and she couldn’t be contained within these walls a moment longer. 

He tried to forget her, spending his nights in the stables with the horses and Uncle Charlie. The cries of his baby brother too piercing and harsh to bear, he preferred the silence of the yard where he kept watch over the fire as the wafts of smoke were carried away on the wind. He only returned to the house when Aunt Polly came looking for him. She insisted he eat something because his bones were protruding.

The weather began to turn and Polly had managed to put a bit more weight on him when his mother suddenly returned. She strode back into town with a wild, carefree air about her. She carried a satchel slung over one shoulder and in the opposite hand held fast to the reigns of a beautiful white pony. Tommy was alone in the lane when she approached, cocking his head and squinting to be sure he wasn’t having visions of his own. As she came closer he observed her wispy curls and thought how different she looked after her time away. 

“Mum?” he called out hesitantly and she nodded slowly in affirmation.  He looked down, suddenly shy. “I-I thought you’d disappeared forever,” he admitted.

Her satchel slipped from her shoulder as she stopped to consider him. “Here now ain’t I? Thought you’d have more sense Tommy,” she said dismissively. Then with a small smile she added, “You can’t make me disappear.”

As she lead the pony to Charlie’s yard she looked back at her son calling, “Come on!” And he raced to catch up to her. When they reached the yard he jumped up onto the pony and he rode bareback, grinning as the horse picked up speed, feeling the wind on his cheeks.   

Tommy rode the horse all afternoon, dismounting when the sun set over the cut, his legs sore, but his heart full. His mother had returned and that had to mean something. She must have found what she was searching for on her long journey. However, with the setting sun she had wandered away and he found her staring out over the water with sorrowful eyes, her good mood seeming to have shifted.

The melancholy he had so often witnessed was seeping back into her bones, evident in the slump of her shoulders and the deep sighs she exhaled every so often. He placed an arm over her shoulder and steered her toward the house, helping her into bed with some effort. He hadn't bothered with the light blue dress she wore in his haste to settle her beneath the duvet, exhaustion sweeping over her like a plague.

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“Where is she?” Arthur, Sr. slurred, banging the front door open with a loud thud. He had heard from the men in town that Martha was spotted sauntering into town and his blood boiled at the thought of her arrogance.

Polly looked up from the pants she was mending and hissed, “She’s fucking sleeping, like everyone else. Go to bed, you pathetic drunkard.”

Tommy listened from behind his bedroom door, waiting to hear what his father would say about that, but Arthur Sr. only fell into a nearby chair grumbling to himself incoherently as he removed his boots. Tommy could only make out a couple of sentences, but the words he overheard made him want to fight his father instantly. “How dare that fucking whore humiliate me this way? Should’ve stayed gone and you know it, Pollyanna.”

“She’s the mother of your children,” Polly said sharply. Then as she pinched the thread between her teeth she added,  “You should get down on your knees and thank God she came back at all.” 

At that remark Arthur Sr. scoffed loudly. “She should be thanking me.”

“And what makes you think she should have returned to you at all?” Polly asked harshly.

“I’m her husband. She belongs here with me and her children. It’ll do her good to remember she has duties here,” Arthur Sr. explained.

Polly winced at the notion. The last thing Martha needed was one more night in the presence of her abusive husband and the strain of her responsibilities which had already pushed her to the brink. “Can’t you see she’s already dead?” Polly said, a quiet prophecy yet to be fulfilled.

“What the hell do you mean?” Her brother asked in annoyance.

“Martha’s passed over long ago, Arthur. It’s only the body that remains,” Polly warned in a chilling voice and Tommy closed his door before he could hear anymore.

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The knock at the door the next morning was loud and persistent. The drumming causing Arthur Sr.’s head to pound more ferociously than before. “Mr. Shelby! Mr. Shelby!” The voice on the other side called out. The banging continued until Tommy opened the door and found a boy about his age standing in front of him, looking sickly and gray. “Tommy, I need to speak with your father,” he said, gulping harshly.

"You can speak to me," Tommy said, stepping over the threshold. He could tell something horrible had happened. "Fucking tell me," Tommy persisted pushing his chest out.

The other boy nodded and beckoned him to follow. The morning was cool and the street felt damp beneath Tommy's bare feet. He hadn't bothered with shoes, wanting to know the truth he held in his heart. As a misting rain began to fall over them he watched men pull a body from the cut. The light blue dress and dark curls obscuring the face familiar to him. "She's already dead," Aunt Polly's voice echoed in his mind.

"Do you want to fetch your Da?" the boy asked nervously. "Tommy? Did you hear me?"

"Why? He never wanted her to come back before," Tommy said, attempting to hide the way his voice cracked. Then hanging his head to hide his tears, he added lowly, "Give her peace. Let her disappear." But his heart clenched in his chest as he thought of her. She would never leave him. She had told him so. And the thought frightened him because he wasn't sure if it was a blessing or a curse.

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[mik3stuff]

About Me

Mike / Miguel / Michael / Billy / Guilherme / William | He/Him and They/Them and a bunch of neos you can ask about

Fandoms | Bluey, Hilda, Blue Period, The Owl House, Adventure Time, Fiona and Cake, Monster High, Amphibia, Gravity Falls, Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus, Trials of Apollo, Kane' Chronics, Magnus Chase, Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel (not exactly, also I'm Not A Vivziepop Apologist neither a fan. i recognize is not a good work and just put is here bcause sometimes i post or reblog about it. i like the idea but not the creator and i think it was badly executed), Marvel Comic's (specially Loki, Gwenpool and Spider-Verse), DC (specifically Batfam but i'm new to the fandom so i might not know some characters like Mia but i'll look after it), Steven Universe, Good Omens, FNAF, ATLA, LOK, MHA, My Little Pony, Sakura Card Capture, Yaelokre, Poppy Play Time

DNI

Racists, Ableists, Xenophobics, Atheistphobics, People with religious prejudice at all

Homophobes and Transphobes in general (Lesphobes, Biphobes, Polyphobes, Poliphobes, Panphobes, Ominiphobes, Aphobes, Queerphobes, Neophobes, Demiphobes and any kind of Homophobia or Transphobia at all)

Fascist or Nazi Supporters

Sexualize Minors

Anti feminists, TERF/Radfem, Incel and MGTOW

Proshippers

MCU apologists

Anti Comunists, Socialists and or Anarchists (like, that's okay if you're not one of them but respect)

J.K. Rowling Apologists

Vivizypop Apologists

BYF

I'm biracial and Brazilian, sometimes I post things in Portuguese (Bolsonaristas e antipetistas fiquem longe)

I'm (much probably) Autistic and ADHD

People who stand Israel, Trump, Kamala etc.

Random info bout me

My main color palette is spring and my main colors are olive green, jade and confetti

My current hyperfocus is Batfam (DC in general including my mutuals oc's) and I have a special interest in history in general

I identify as gender-faun and as poliromantic, aroflux and ace

I'm writing a original story so, idk, you can ask me about me oc's? if you want?

I'm Grunge, Lamp, Cottagepunk and KidCore

Apollo/Demeter Child (not sure yet but trying to find out)

Airbender

RPG and LARP player

Dog, Ghost, Wolf, Vampire, Bat, Fairy, Cat and Star kin

Therian, Furry and Kemonomimi (in a way)

I play Minecraft and Stardew valley

I Listen to Cave Town, Mother Mother, Marina and The Diamonds and Arctic Monkeys

Oc's Masterposts

Billy Cane (DC/Batfam S/I)

Things You Can Request Me

Art (simple stuff like sketchs, chibis, etc. I don't take comissions yet so nothing too complicated :D)

Moodboard (ship, oc, crossover, stimboard, characters, series, aesthetics, etc.)

Edits (coloring art, changing bodytype, skintone and hair, icons. etc. i do NOT edit nsfw or other people art)

Tips and Advices (tho idk why would you want that from me lmao)

Headcanons and Dialogues (only SFW ones)

Icons | pfp (with pride flags, edits, etc.)

Things You Can't Request Me

NSFW

Anything at my DNI

Really depends on what you are requesting but I'll avoid doing Hazbin and/or fandoms I unknown

I don't do ships like Percabeth and some others, you can ask me about the one you want me to make

( please don't expect me to be quick! i'm a rather lazy person, tho i'll try to make it as fast as possible )

[vineyard-edits]

moodboard dump

a whole bunch of moodboard edits ive made

some were made recently some were made back in 2018-ish

space and bigender, pan and slowpoke

tfp megatron and dreadwing

meowth and pink, cats and red and black

pink and flowers, bimbocore

hauntette and zunette, both pony town oc's belonging to @/thrillingterms, and their pinkie pie skin.

Ian McDonald + yellow and instruments

moodboards for our partner sys and their alters. in order, the campaign sys, siebren and Valerian.

bakugo, kirishima, sero and denki.

some were made as requests, some i made for self indulgence. these are just the ones i havnt shared here, i have more moodboard/photo collages on this blog and will make more in the future so stick around if you'd like to see them!

you may request some like these or request a regular moodboard post, which we have even more of on this blog. especially lesbian moodboards and theres more on the way.

[plushiecemetery]

HELLO!! the plushie cemetery is in town

(pt: hello!! the plushie cemetery is in town)

we're the plushie cemetery!! though our plural name is ANDREA and we use it/he/any neos,, though also we do have individual names & prns (link) if you'd like to use those!!

we're an otherhuman system!! currently of ten-ish plushies :-)

also!! we're eighteen!! we're super duper cool too!! now if that just means neurodivergent and mentally ill is for me to know and for you to find out ;-3

‹𝟹:  vocaloid, drawing, in stars and time, minecraft, homestuck, clowns, hellenic paganism, my little pony, bunnies, pokemon, pikmin, buggies, animal crossing, kitties, cooking & baking, moonin, domo-kun, anime, monster high, puppies, nightmare before christmas, foxxies, cryptids, witchcraft, sanrio, nature, dolls, komi can't communicate, full metal alchemist, cookie run, undertale & deltarune, fnaf, omori, animals in general, idk a lot of stuff!!!!!

‹/𝟹: tomatoes (yuckie) & stuff in filter tags (link)

@bichitomuerto - stimboard/moodboard/id pack blog :-3

@honkshoo - agere/petre blog :-D

@theologicalchimera - homestuck blog :-)

[rayray-sunsun]

bread forever... bread forever...

[terminally-karkalicious]

here are all the ponies i made today plus my friends pony. @theoreticallyjasper (hearts gatekeep but was orginally malewife), sei, clown pony, and my friends pony

[super-island-edits]

“YAHOO! Another firework disappeared into the sky!”

Hi hi y’all I’m mod Ibuki but you could call me Zoey if ya’ want! I’m on everyday so I’ll be around often!

More info under the cut :D

💗 More About Me:

I’m 13 and swamped with homework so please be patient! /pos

My main pronouns are she/her but I also use cute/cute or pink pronouns! My Main blog is here!

💗 Things I can edit for!:

Danganronpa (all games)

Turning Red

Undertale/Deltarune

Coraline

Gorillaz

Total Drama (only up to season 5!)

My Hero Academia

Demon Slayer

Avatar the Last Airbender

Vocaloid

Five Nights At Freddy’s (Only security breach!)

Bendy and The Ink Machine

Haikyuu!!

Apex Legends

Kingdom Hearts

Sanrio

Animal Crossing

Mystic Messenger

Obey Me: One Master to Rule Them All!

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Stranger Things

Carmen Sandiego (2019 version)

Naruto (selective and shippuden only!)

Legend of Zelda (I’ve only played botw so no major spoilers plz!)

Any Ghibli Movie

Doki Doki Literature Club

Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun

Pokemon

Adventure Time

My Little Pony

Lupin the Third

💗 Types of edits I do!:

Icons

Headers

Moodboards

Playlists

Doodles

Pendulum Readings

Tarot Readings

💗 Blacklist!:

Irl things (ex. actors outside characters, dsmp, real people)

Countryhumans

Yansim

Chris, Chef, Scott, Courtney, Gwen, Dakota, Sam, Jo (Total drama)

Lore Olympus (I’ll only post that stuff on my main blog)

Yanderes in general!

Sanscest shippers

Madrigalcest shippers

Any 4*town member x anyone

Paula Cracker (Gorillaz)

Rika, V, Saeran (Mystic Messenger)

Lilith, Luke (Obey Me)

Sun x Moon (Fnaf)

Mr.B (Coraline)

Any “ugly” considered villager (Animal Crossing)

Mike or Will x anyone, The Mind Flayer (Stranger Things)

Tsukasa, Mistuba, Sakura (Tbhk)

Len or Ren x anyone, Miku x anyone (Vocaloid)

Any Haikyuu!! ship 

The king, Toriel, Chara, Flowey (Deltarune/Undertale)

Any bnha ship that isn’t Ochamina (they just make me uncomfy)

Ozai, Sokka x anyone (Bc of his heartbreaks ;-; ATLA)

Saiouma, Tenko x men, Ultra Despair Girls, Korekiyo, Mikan, Junko (Danganronpa)

Ice king, any adventure time ships for the time being

Steven Universe

Any adultish tv show (ex. American Dad, Family Guy)

Eddsworld (only for my main blog and highly selective)

She-ra (New and old)

Salad fingers (the gore and character just make me uncomfy)

💗 Whitelist!:

4*town, Priya (Turning Red)

Hanako x Yashiro (Tbhk)

Ochako x Mina, Denki, Fatgum, Kirishima, Bakugo, Tsuyu (Bnha)

Roxy x Chica, Monty, Sundrop (fnaf)

Mike + Personalities (total drama)

Alice angel, Boris (Batim)

Zack, Player, Ivy, Graham (Carmen Sandiego)

Enmu, Doma, Uzui Tengen, Mitsuri, Nezuko

Judy, Raymond, Kabuki, Isabel, Brewster, Rover (Animal Crossing)

Sokka, Zuko, Suki, Toph, Ty Lee (Atla)

Steve, Will, Max, Eleven (Stranger Things)

2D, Ace, Noodle (Gorillaz)

Ibuki, Kokichi, Gundham, Kazuichi (Danganronpa)

Natsuki, Monika (doki doki)

Howl, Ponyo, Calcifer, Souske, Ponyo’s Parents (Ghibli)

Leviathan, Mammon, Beel, Asmo (Obey me)

707, Zen (Mystic Messenger)

Sans, Papyrus, Mettaton, Spamton, Ralsei, Susie, Kris (Undertale/Deltarune)

Octane, Bloodhound (Apex Legends)

Deidara, Naruto, Kiba, Shikamaru, Itachi, Kakashi (Naruto)

Miku, Len, Galaco (Vocaloid)

Sugawara, Tanaka, Bokuto (Haikyuu!!)

Wybie, Other Father (Coraline)

Sora (Kingdom Hearts

Jack Skellington, Sally (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

Link, Revali, Mask Kid (Legend of Zelda)

Scenecore, Weirdcore, Royalcore, Dark Academia (Aesthetics)

Any pokemon swsh character (excluding Rose)

Any character from lupin the third (Excluding villains)

Marshall Lee, Cake, Princess Bubblegum, Marceline 

[wonderhoy-edits]

“Gonna see a play♪ See a play♪ Doo doo doo♪”

Hi hii! I’m Mod Emu or Mod Otori, you could also call me Zoey if you’d like! My pronouns are she/her, and I’m a minor! My main blog is @.zoey-thee-4townie, I’m the owner of this group blog so message me there if you have any questions!

I Can Dance To This! (Edit types):

Icons (regular, shaped, reply, pride)

Headers

Moodboards

Playlists

Doodles

Pendulum Readings

Tarot Readings

Compose, Compose! (Source List!):

Danganronpa (all games)

Turning Red

Undertale/Deltarune

Coraline

Gorillaz

Total Drama (only up to season 5!)

My Hero Academia

Demon Slayer

Avatar the Last Airbender

Vocaloid

Five Nights At Freddy’s (Only security breach!)

Bendy and The Ink Machine

Haikyuu!!

Apex Legends

Kingdom Hearts

Sanrio

Animal Crossing

Mystic Messenger

Obey Me: One Master to Rule Them All!

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Stranger Things

Carmen Sandiego (2019 version)

Naruto (selective and shippuden only!)

Legend of Zelda (I’ve only played botw so no major spoilers plz!)

Any Ghibli Movie

Doki Doki Literature Club

Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun

Pokemon

Adventure Time

My Little Pony

Lupin the Third

Project Sekai

Teen Titans (The original)

That’s My Jam! (Whitelist!):

4*town, Priya (Turning Red)

Hanako x Yashiro (Tbhk)

Ochako x Mina, Denki, Fatgum, Kirishima, Bakugo, Tsuyu (Bnha)

Roxy x Chica, Monty, Sundrop (fnaf)

Mike + Personalities (total drama)

Alice angel, Boris (Batim)

Zack, Player, Ivy, Graham (Carmen Sandiego)

Enmu, Doma, Uzui Tengen, Mitsuri, Nezuko

Judy, Raymond, Kabuki, Isabel, Brewster, Rover (Animal Crossing)

Sokka, Zuko, Suki, Toph, Ty Lee (Atla)

Steve, Will, Max, Eleven (Stranger Things)

2D, Ace, Noodle (Gorillaz)

Ibuki, Kokichi, Gundham, Kazuichi (Danganronpa)

Natsuki, Monika (doki doki)

Howl, Ponyo, Calcifer, Souske, Ponyo’s Parents (Ghibli)

Leviathan, Mammon, Beel, Asmo (Obey me)

707, Zen (Mystic Messenger)

Sans, Papyrus, Mettaton, Spamton, Ralsei, Susie, Kris (Undertale/Deltarune)

Octane, Bloodhound (Apex Legends)

Deidara, Naruto, Kiba, Shikamaru, Itachi, Kakashi (Naruto)

Miku, Len, Galaco (Vocaloid)

Sugawara, Tanaka, Bokuto (Haikyuu!!)

Wybie, Other Father (Coraline)

Sora (Kingdom Hearts

Jack Skellington, Sally (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

Link, Revali, Mask Kid (Legend of Zelda)

Scenecore, Weirdcore, Royalcore, Dark Academia (Aesthetics)

Any pokemon swsh character (excluding Rose)

Any character from lupin the third (Excluding villains)

Marshall Lee, Cake, Princess Bubblegum, Marceline

Robin, Jynx, Beast Boy, Cyborg, Raven, Starfire, Blackfire 

This Song Just Isn’t Fitting The Mood! (Blacklist!):

Irl things (ex. actors outside characters, dsmp, real people)

Countryhumans

Yansim

Chris, Chef, Scott, Courtney, Gwen, Dakota, Sam, Jo (Total drama)

Lore Olympus (I’ll only post that stuff on my main blog)

Yanderes in general!

Sanscest shippers

Madrigalcest shippers

Any 4*town member x anyone

Paula Cracker (Gorillaz)

Rika, V, Saeran (Mystic Messenger)

Lilith, Luke (Obey Me)

Sun x Moon (Fnaf)

Mr.B (Coraline)

Any “ugly” considered villager (Animal Crossing)

Mike or Will x anyone, The Mind Flayer (Stranger Things)

Tsukasa, Mistuba, Sakura (Tbhk)

Len or Ren x anyone, Miku x anyone (Vocaloid)

Any Haikyuu!! ship

The king, Toriel, Chara, Flowey (Deltarune/Undertale)

Any bnha ship that isn’t Ochamina (they just make me uncomfy)

Ozai, Sokka x anyone (Bc of his heartbreaks ;-; ATLA)

Saiouma, Tenko x men, Ultra Despair Girls, Korekiyo, Mikan, Junko (Danganronpa)

Ice king, any adventure time ships for the time being

Any parents, kohane (Project Sekai)

Any teen titan ship for the time being

[alastors-stim-broadcast]

Screw it, I’ve reopened for business!

I’ll do anything, as long as I don’t mind the idea and have the energy.

Any fandom, I don’t really care if it’s a “problematic” fandom. I’ll do any ships that are legal, even if I don’t like them. The only thing that will stop me is personal discomfort, which comes with certain themes and medias, but none that currently come to mind.

I’m not going to create a detailed DNI, because I know I won’t have the energy or care to check my followers to keep it strict.

So, let’s keep it basic, no TERF, SWERF, MAGA, racist, homophobic, transphobic, (INCLUDING ACE/ARO PEOPLE, I AM AROACE), no ‘MAP’s’ or ‘zoos’.

I WILL check for all of that shit, it’s disgusting, fuck you.

Welcome back everyone! Kin, fictive, or just a guy who wants a stimboard, I’m not gonna discriminate.

This blog was previously ‘the pony stimblog’. But not anymore! Sinners rejoice! Alastor is back in town, and ready to start the broadcast! Alongside me, is my friend, Wally. (Yep! That’s me. Welcome to the neighbourhood, neighbour.)

• Ran by an Alastor fictive! 📻🦌🎙️ (and yes, doubles are fine, I LOVE talking to fellow hazbin fictives.)

• Ran by a Wally Darling fictive! 💙💛🏠(doubles are totally okay!)

(Occasionally, our Lucifer fictive may help me. He is my (alastor) QPP. ✨❤️)

We Do:

Stimboards

Moodboards

‘Comfort/Care/Kin’ Kits (finding and linking products online that fit your characters for you to window shop or buy)

And our house special, ‘Comfort Talk’. If somethings upsetting you, or you just need someone to congratulate you, etc. Tell us! We have many Hazbin Fictives, and we adore the fact that people see our characters as comfort characters, and stuff. We’d love to lean into that and give you a pep talk and stuff.

[se7ens-oc-heaven]

OH MY GOSH THIS IS SO REALLY PRETTY AND SUITS HIM REALLY REALLY WELL, YOU INCORPORATED ALL THE ELEMENTS NICELY TOO AND IM JUST??? IM BOUNCING IN MY SEAT I LOVE THIS TYSM!!!!!

Ace moodboard for @se7ens-oc-heaven 🗺

[marshmallow-phd]

Heart of Thorns

Genre: Beauty and the Beast!AU, Romace, Angst

Paring: Tao x Reader

Inspired by: These moodboards created by @xui-n-soowillbethedeathofme (x) (x) and my absolute obsession with Beauty and the Beast

Summary: Lost in a forest during a storm, you find shelter in a crumbling castle that had been hidden away for years. The master of the house shut himself away, refusing to engage with the world. Too intrigued and running away from your own fears, you refuse to leave no matter how much he tells you to, wanting to try and find the heart within the beast.

Part One I Part Two I Part Three

**

Everyone knew the story of the man in the forest mansion. He’d once been the son of a prominent and just lord. The people of the land praised the lord’s name as he was always fair and practiced justice amongst all his subjects. It was a month of mourning when he passed away from sickness, but there were high hopes for his son to carry on his legacy. And at first, all was well.

But something happened that changed his heart.

A woman appeared; beautiful, alluring, and sweet. She captured his heart and they say he adored her, showering her in gifts of gold, jewels, and fine cloth. No one knows what happened for sure, only that the lord’s son went mad. There was a fire and the woman died. Most say that he started it with the intent of killing her.  

Soon after, the son turned out all the servants and secluded himself from the rest of the world. Whispers popped up that the woman he killed was a fairy or a nymph and for killing her he was cursed. Some say that he was now a beast, sporting fangs and claws where his human teeth and fingers once were. Others say he was now a creature of the night and stalked the forest when the moon is high for wandering prey.

No had seen the son or the castle where he supposedly lived in years. The excuse that the grandmothers gave was that the forest had grown too thick from the trees and vines for the castle to be found. Since the son had turned out all the servants and land workers after the fire and there was no one to keep the paths clear.

You didn’t believe a word of it. A man with fangs and claws hiding up in a castle to terrorize anyone who came too close was utter nonsense; a fairytale to scare the children and keep them within the town walls. Even if there were such a man, you hardly considered the possibility that he was cursed.

“It's only because you moved here a few months ago,” Mrs. Mooney crooned. As the wife of the town butcher, she was privy to all the gossip that passed by the family shop. She often stood outside, keeping the stall for the smaller scraps or animals they hadn’t managed to sell to the more prestigious customers. “But we older folk remember the little boy who used to run around here while his father conducted business. Spoiled little thing. Always had a pretty pony and the finest clothes. Stuck his nose up at playing with the other children just because they had dirt on their sleeves. Serves him right, what he got.”

“You don’t know what he deserved and what he didn’t,” another graying woman chimed in haughtily. Her dress, though still rough like a peasant’s, was much nicer than the other villagers. Silver curls spilled out from under a white bonnet. Her hands looked coarse from hard labor and her skin kissed for years under the sun. Crinkles stayed permanently in the corners of her eyes, letting you know that she did smile on occasion. You’d never seen her before when you came to the market, but Mrs. Mooney seemed to know her well.

“You would know better than anyone, Feifei,” Mrs. Mooney sneered.

Though now you were intrigued, Mrs. Mooney did not elaborate how the other woman would know anything about this make-believe man.

“That tongue will get you into trouble someday, Johanna.” Adjusting the basket hanging from the crook of her arm, the old woman spared no glance at the meat as she walked away.

Mrs. Mooney clicked her tongue. With a shake of her head, she turned back to you. “So, milady, do plan on any wares today?”

“No, my father already sent Claudette earlier this week,” you said. The smell of the meat was starting to get to you, but you tried your best to keep it off your face. “I simply came down to escape the confinements of home.”

A huff pushed past her lips. “Oh, yes. I’m sure that large stone house must be suffocating.”

Though lashing out would have been easy, you bit your tongue. This butcher’s wife didn’t know your history. She didn’t know that compared to your previous home in the city, this new place was a shack.

It was your mother’s inheritance that kept you, your siblings, and your father afloat. The home, bought long ago by your grandfather who was now passed, was a honeymoon paradise for your parents. After your mother died giving birth to you, the house was locked up to be a refuge only to spiders and rodents since your father couldn’t bear visiting the place alone. He’d poured himself into his work, curating business as he brought investors and merchants together. When a major client lost his ships at sea, one of his managers took off with most of the assets and funds, leaving debts and loans in their place. To pay off the leeches, most of your possessions had to be auctioned off and the home that had sheltered you since childhood was sold to a new family.

Life away from the bustling city wasn’t too awful. You didn’t have to worry about being run over by a carriage since most of the residents here couldn’t afford one. Everyone seemed to know everyone, which was both intriguing to you while also a little bothersome. At first your family, being new, was the center of all the gossip. Rumors of your father or brother gambling the fortune away or you and your sister having scandalized the family and caused you all to hide away ran rampant. Eventually, the mill settled down and you were left in peace. Some of the villagers still gave side eyed glances, but you’d learned to brush them off.

Thinking it was time to head back home, you said goodbye to the butcher’s wife and followed the brown dirt street beyond the wall that surrounded the town until the scenery turned to fields of wildflowers and small farms. You took a right at the fork, already seeing the two-story country home come into view. The tan brick was a bit faded from the sun and thick vines grew up the sides and around the windows. A small garden grew out in front. There was a fairytale essence to the home that made you love it more. In the back, Claudette would be hanging the laundry to dry in the subtle breeze. Father was most likely in his study, shuffling through papers and letters to find a way out of this place. Cosette was probably lying on the old couch in the front parlor, constantly fanning herself as she whined of the woes she was forced to live through. Your brother, Lu, would be sitting on a log, writing in his journal when he was supposed to be chopping wood.

Cosette was right where you had guessed she was. As soon as you walked through the door, she jumped up and hurried to you with her skirt crumbled in her hand.

“Where have you been?” she screeched, her dark hair pulled back into an intricately braided bun. You tried not to be annoyed. She must have had Claudette do her hair when both of them were supposed to be helping with the washing. “Father has news that he’s been dying to share with us, but he refused to divulge what it is until you were here.”

You rolled your eyes at your sister’s impatience. “Surely, you must have known I would have been home eventually.”

She “hmphed” at you before whirling dramatically and stomping off towards your father’s study. You followed her slowly, your stomach swishing with nerves.

Truth be told, you didn’t mind it out here. The country was a great deal quieter than the city, the air cleaner too. The greatest unexpected gift, however, was how often you saw your dear father. As a child, you had to savor every dinner, every private concert in your living room, and the short moments you were able to spend with him in between his travels or meetings. Claudette never carried as she was more invested in the connections she was making with the other well-to-do families and Lu was often tagging along with your father as the eldest and heir apparent. Now the four of you felt more like a family. If you were, by some miracle or fashion, to go back to the city, routine would fall back into its previous structure and you would be alone again.

Lu surprised you by already being in the room when you entered, seated in a corner with a hardened look on his face. It was strangely out of place given his boyish looks often kept his expression soft. Your father looked up from the papers that were neatly piled up on the desk. “Aw, (y/n)! You’re back from town. Did you have a nice walk?”

“Yes, I did,” you aswered cautiously. “The market was full today.” Your eyes flicked towards Cosette, who had taken the only other chair, continuing to fan herself even though the temperature wasn’t anywhere near that drastic. “I heard you wanted to see us all together?”

“Yes! Yes! Um.” Your father looked around, perhaps to see if there was another place for you to sit. As there was none, he went on. “I received a letter from Lu’s old friend, Lin Gao.” Lu perked up at the mention of Gao. None of you had seen him since you came here, thinking that he, like the others, had abandoned you all when the money was lost. Now, that didn’t seem to be the case. “He has worked with several connections and can bring us back into good standing with society. He’s even convinced a few merchants and investors to allow me to broker deals again.” Your father cleared his throat. “There is, however, one condition.”

“What is that, Father?” Lu asked.

“He asked for (y/n)’s hand in marriage.”

The quietest gasp escaped your lips. Gao wanted… to marry you?

As the baby sister, you tended to follow your brother and his friends around, begging for attention and often they obliged you, as long as the setting was appropriate for a child. All of his friends had treated you as their own sister, equally protecting and caring. You’d never suspected them to have thoughts that led into the contrary as you’d grown up.

Lu’s eyes landed on you for a split second, studying your face enough. “Did he say (y/n) specifically?”

“Yes, why (y/n)?” Cosette scoffed. “I would be more than willing.”

“He specifically asked for (y/n)’s hand.”

Cosette closed her fan with a snap. “Well, then. Arrange the wedding so we can get out of this dumpy town.”

But wait. Did you not get a say in this?

Your father leaned back in his chair with a sigh. “The help from Gao would be tremendous. But I will not force anything on to any of you. (Y/n),” he looked at you with conflict in his eyes, “if you do not wish to marry Gao, I will send him a letter politely declining the offer. I can find other means on my own.”

He was giving you a way out, if you so wished. But you couldn’t deny the help this would bring for all of you.

“Can I think about it?” you asked in a quiet voice.

“Yes, of course.”

“What do you mean, think about it?” Cosette nearly flew out of her seat. “What is there to think about? If we are to get our fortune back, then (y/n) must marry him. I would in a heartbeat if he had asked for me.”

“But he didn’t ask for you,” Lu said.

Your father insisted. “Let your sister think about it. To force this upon her would break my heart. I will not have her live unhappily.”

“And what about me! Why should I live unhappily?”

“Enough!” Your father stood to his feet and he slammed his fist down on the desk. You flinched at the noise the collision created. Rare was it for your father to get upset like this. He was usually very levelheaded. “I am still head of this household and you will accept my decision. Now, go!”

With a stomp of her foot, Cosette stormed out of the room like a spoiled child told that she couldn't have a piece of candy. Eyes trained down on the floor, you quietly excused yourself and went upstairs to your room.

Your favorite place in the house was your room, the smallest besides Claudine’s on the first floor. But the trade for it was the reading crook by the window, overlooking the garden. You liked the isolation you could feel when you sat on the bench, knees pulled up close to your chest as your skirts fell over the side. The window was cold as you laid your forehead against the glass. A breeze was moving through, swaying the leaves in the trees and rattling the vines against the stone walls of the house.

What would living with Gao be like? You had never thought of your brother’s friend in a romantic light. Would there be any romance between the two of you? Or would you be condemned to a loveless marriage like so many other girls? Could you live like that?

You had no answers at the moment. You weren’t sure if you would ever have an answer. But a compromise was coming to the forefront of your mind. You didn’t have to say yes right away. Maybe you could meet with Gao, get to know him more, in a different way that how you knew him before. And, if you decided that he was not the kind of man you wanted to spend your life with, if there was no possibility of love between the two of you, perhaps you could convince him to help your father anyway, for sake of his friendship with Lu.

You pictured Gao’s face in your mind, willing yourself to love it. But all that did was churn your stomach.

**

Your father had sent the letter asking if a visit to the city would be possible for you. Gao’s reply came back quicker than expected: yes. He made all the arrangements; he hired the carriage, sent money so you could rest in an inn for a night before arriving in town the next day. Barely a week had gone by since you were first told of this offer and now you were traveling by yourself for the first time in your life.

Cloak wrapped tightly over your shoulders, you kissed your father goodbye on the cheek. Tears were swelling behind your eyes, but you refused to let him see them.

“Be on your best behavior,” he teased. You were the last out of the three to get into trouble. “Write to me as soon as you arrive. Alright?”

“Of course,” you smiled.

Lu patted your shoulder. When you were a child, he showed you affection freely, but now that you were grown, he’d become a bit awkward when other people were watching. Cosette didn’t say a word. She simply fanned herself at a quick rate as smirk rested on her lips. All she carried about was getting back to high society, to the parties and the searching for a husband who possessed a fortune large enough to keep her satisfied.

Your father glanced up at the sky. “Better go now, my dear. The clouds are growing darker. I want you at that inn before the storm comes through.”

“The only way to do that is to go through the forest,” the driver commented from atop the carriage.

Your father seemed unnerved by that observation but gave no protest. “I will wait to hear from you.”

You gave one last kiss to his stubbled cheek. “Goodbye, father. Take care of him, Lu. Will you?”

“Naturally,” Lu said with a chuckle.

You merely nodded to Cosette before stepping into the carriage. The cabby lurched forward and you allowed the small smile that had been straining on your lips to fall away. Anxiety settled in your stomach. You wanted to have a positive outlook on this whole thing. It was better to possibly marry a friend of the family rather than a complete stranger twenty years your senior.

Unclasping the hook that held your cloak together, you let the soft fabric fall behind you on the seat. The literal weight off your shoulders helped you to breathe easier. You closed your eyes and leaned back. There was still a long journey until you would arrive back in a city that you hadn’t seen in months, although it felt more like years. That was another life to you, a past self. One you had been okay with letting go. And now you were uneasily walking back into its arms.

The ground shook, rattling the walls of the carriage. You pushed the curtain out of the way and peaked out the window. Flashes of lightning so bright that not even the thick trees of the forest could keep them back splintered across the sky. The storm had come quicker than anticipated. Raindrops splattered against the dirt floor, starting out slow then growing in pace. Soon it was impossible to see more than five steps in front of you.

The wind grew untamable. The carriage rocked from side to side, the thin wheels ricketing against the strain. A bolt of lightning screamed too close for comfort. The horse reared back in fright as the carriage passed by a ravine. It was all too much. The carriage toppled over, falling down the side of the ravine. You were tossed around the cabby like a rock between a group of children. When the falling finally stopped, you let out a cry of relief. A second cry left your lips, this time for the driver. But no reply came.

The carriage had landed on its side, but thankfully, it had another door to escape through. You clasped the cloak around your shoulders once more and pulled up the hood before pushing the door open and climbing out.

You were soaked as soon as you stepped out of the carriage. The driver was gone. You didn’t know if he was dead or if he had ran away. The horse, the poor thing, didn’t move or whine. Water was slowly rising in the creek from the rushing rain. You had to get out of here. With what little strength you had, you managed to climb back up the side of the hill. A chill froze your fingers and chattered your teeth. You walked in the opposite way that you thought the carriage was heading. Getting back to your home was your only hope. You had never been in these woods and the sky was too dark to tell directions from the sun. The rain was pouring down harder. Each step you took grew weaker. An unseen tree root stuck out of the ground, catching your foot. Shock ran up your arms as you tried to catch yourself when you fell. You couldn’t go anymore. You were too cold, too tired. So you lied there in the mud, wishing for a miracle. The rain soon came to a stop, but you were still too exhausted to push yourself up. Your eyes grew tired. Finally, the lids closed. The sound of horse hooves against the mud grew near, but you couldn't be sure if it was real or simply your imagination clinging to hope.

“We can’t just leave her here, Xao.”

“But what would the master think if we showed up with her?”

“So, you would leave her to die?”

“No, of course not!”

“Then we take her with us! The castle is big enough that he would never even have to know.”

“I guess you’re right.”

Someone lifted you up from the ground, but before you could discover who it was, you lost consciousness completely.

**

You weren’t sure what woke you up. It could have been the splitting headache that pounded at your skull. Or it could have been the shouting coming from the other side of the door.

“Get her OUT of here!”

“My lord, please, see reason. The poor child was dying in that storm.”

“I don’t care. She’s alive now, so get her out!”

“But she’s still sick. The poor thing has a fever. She’s been sweating all night.”

“I do not want her here. No one is to come here, you know that!”

“Let me take care of her. Once she’s on her feet again, I’ll take her back into town.”

“Fine!”

Heavy foot stomps echoed off the floor. One side of the double doors opened and inside stepped the old woman from the market.

You?

“You’re awake,” she sighed. “I can only imagine what had woken you up.” In her hands was a silver tray of different morsels and a tea kettle slowly letting out a flow of steam. Seeing you struggle to sit up, she hurried to set the tray down on the nightstand and help you. “Don’t overexert yourself, miss. You’re not fully recovered from that awful storm yet. You’ve been asleep for two days now.”

Two days! Your father must have been losing his mind when he never received word that you had arrived in town. A coughing fit of your own started up. The old woman gave you a glass of water to calm your throat before adjusting the pillows behind your head. You took in the bedroom that you were housed in. The light gray drapes that hung from the bedposts were old and a little faded but still made from an expensive velvet fabric. The blanket that covered you was soft and warm and smelled of lavender. Cosette would squeal at the size of this place. It was even bigger than her room at the old house in the city.

“Where am I?”

The old woman’s hands stopped before she could pull out the warming pan from the foot of the bed. “You're at the lord’s estate.”

You frowned. “What lord?” As far as you were aware, the closet lord was at least several days ride from town. And you doubted he would have allowed a room to go untouched like this one obviously was.

Sadness fell upon the old woman’s face. “He’s a good man. A good man with a tragic past.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the old woman folded her hands and laid them in her lap. “Do you remember the story Mrs. Mooney was telling you at the market?” You nodded. “This is his home.”

“He… exists?”

“Yes. Though the awful rumors….” She shook her head. “Anyway, yes. But his lordship isn’t accustomed to visitors. I apologize for what you might have heard.��

Perhaps it was the fever, but your curiosity was now out of your control. “Why doesn’t he want anyone here?”

The old woman stood up. “Never you mind. We’ll get you back on your feet and then Mr. Chan will take you back into town.” She poured a fresh cup of tea, handing it to you carefully.

“Do I have to go back to town?”

“We don’t really have a choice, dear. You heard the master.” She eyed you as you sipped on the warm, caramel colored tea. “What is it? Why don’t you want to go back to town?”

You finished off the tea before explaining. “My family wants me to get married, to help the financial situation. At first, I thought I was willing to at least try, to see that man again and find out if I could love him. But… now I’m grateful for the storm.”

“If you don’t wish to marry him, why not say so?”

“Because if my father never restores his reputation and our family falls further into ruin, it will be all my fault.”

The old woman shook her head. “You poor thing. That’s too much weight to bear.” She let out a long sigh. “Try to eat and then get more rest. Your eyes look heavy. We’ll see if we can’t delay your being cured by a few more days.” She headed for the door. After opening on side, she halfway turned back around. “I’m Mrs. Chan, by the way. If you need anything, pull on the cord by the bed. I’ll hear the bell and come to you. Now, rest.”

As soon as the door closed and you were alone again, you felt the weight of your lids growing. Reaching over to the tray, you tore off a piece of the bun and chewed on it slowly. Eventually, you nodded off into a dreamless sleep.

**

Over the next several days, you passed between peaceful sleeps and uncomfortable awareness. Your fever broke on day two, but you still felt weak. Mrs. Chan checked up on you often, keeping you well fed and making sure there was a fresh pitcher of water or tea for you to drink. When you stopped sleeping as much, she brought you a book to occupy your time. But you read through the comedic romance quickly. A tingling was coursing up and down your legs. They needed to move, to be used. You’d been lying in bed for so long you weren’t sure if they even worked properly anymore.

Earlier, Mrs. Chan had stopped by to say she was going into town to pick a few things up at the market. Mr. Chan was to be out on the grounds so if you needed anything it would have to wait for her return.

Curiosity was a dangerous thing. On one hand, you could find nothing of interest in this ancient castle. On the other hand, you could find yourself in the absolute wrong place and have yourself thrown out into the cold before Mrs. Chan could come back and rescue you.

Silly. All of it was. A little walk wouldn’t do any harm. You would make sure to stay near your room and if you heard footsteps, you would run back here in an instant.

With your feet bare and the nightgown Mrs. Chan had given you made of a thinner material, you were a bit cold as you left the comfort of the blankets. But you pushed forth with your curiosity. This grand room was all you had seen of your haven. You wanted to know more about the home of the lord whose memory haunted the village. You stuck your head out first, looking down the hall from either side. It was empty save for the polished suits of armor that lined the sides, sitting between old portraits previous tenants. As quietly as you could, you closed the bedroom door behind you and softly stepped further into the hall. Through the long space you made your way, glancing at every painting as you passed. Some had chipped paint while others’ frames had dulled over the years, but each one was still magnificent, the subject stunningly beautiful in their own unique ways. You weren’t sure if it was the magic of the artist or if the family was truly blessed in that manner.

Every so often you would peer into a room when the door was unlocked. Most of them were bedrooms or small studies. By the collection of dust gathered on most of the furniture, they hadn’t been used in quiet a while. Soon, the hall took a turn, spilling out into the Grand Hall where the other hallways met. You started to go right when a set of double doors down a shorter hallway in the other direction caught your eye. They were bigger than any of the other doors you had seen so far. You hurried to that one instead, intrigued by what might be behind it. Barely able to get it open with your weak arms, you squeezed through the space and stumbled inside. Then you gasped.

When Mrs. Chan had described the library to you, she had said that the family had a fair collection of books. You might have to clarify with her what a “fair amount” really meant.

The library was housed in the back most tower, the shelves built into the walls and going higher than your eyes could see. Ladders made of wood and metal were attached to the spaces between the shelves. They moved freely from side to side to put any book within reach. As a child, you thought your father had the biggest collection of books by any one person in the world. How silly you were. This place could hold twenty of your father’s old library. You whirled around and around, taking in every detail. It was like a fairy tale.

You stepped closer to the wall and ran your hand over the leather bindings. It had been so long since you’d been able to take in the smell of old books. You had only been able to save two of your favorite novels from the auction. They were currently hidden under your bed. If Cosette ever got a whiff of them, she’d sell them to pay for a new dress. As you made your way around the library, you spotted another door, one that nearly blended in with the shelves. Feeling brave from your latest discovery, you tried the handle. It turned with ease. You pulled the door towards you. Sunlight spilled into the library. The secondary room was mostly empty – save for one object. A piano.

Bang!

The door shut in your face, startling you backwards. You stumbled into something hard. Turning to see what it was, you gasped in fright

A tall, dark hair man with the left half of his face covered in a white mask glared at you.

“What are you doing in here!” he shouted, face glowing red with fury.

“I-I-I’m sor-sorry,” you stutter as you scurried back. The door to the room stopped you from going any further. You were trapped with no way to escape. “I didn’t mean to-”

“You were supposed to say in your room,” he continued to bellow, not concerned at all with your fear. “Stay away from this room! Go!”

That last command was enough to send you running, passing the man and leaving the library. You hurried to the Great Hall, to get back to your room as quickly as possible. Looking back over your shoulder, you checked to see if he was coming after you. The hallway was empty behind you. Once safely back in your room, you scurried under your covers as if they would protect you from the masked man.

**

Mrs. Chan gave no indication that she was aware of your little adventure. If the masked man – the lord of this castle, you presumed – had told her, surely you would have been thrown out by now. She did, however, seem upset about something.

“Is everything alright?” you asked before she could leave the room with your empty food tray.

“Oh, it’s nothing I want to trouble you with, dear,” Mrs. Chan said.

You smiled at her. “I’ve been told I’m a very good listener.”

A second went by and then Mrs. Chan sighed. “It’s just the master. He wasn’t been sleeping well. He’s been wondering through the west wing lately and I’m worried about him.”

The west wing? That was where you were headed before the library stole your attention. “What’s in the west wing?”

“Nothing of importance,” Mrs. Chan snapped. It was a harsher tone that you were used to. You lowered your gaze remorsefully. “Oh, dear. I’ve upset you. Don’t worry about and try to get more rest. You need color back in your cheeks.” She left the room, blowing out the lamp before shutting the door and leaving you in darkness.

You woke a few hours later to a loud bang. At first you thought of ignoring it. Then the thought of something happening to Mrs. Chan came into your mind.

Throwing a blanket around your shoulders, you carefully relit the lamp and stepped out into the hallway.

“Hello?” you called out softly. Another bang answered you. It was faint, not coming from this hallway. You followed it, occasionally calling out again. No human ever replied.

You passed through the Great Hall and into the west wing. You should learned, really, from your earlier excursion. But the thought of someone being trouble refused to let you turn back. Now that you were closer to the source, a soft moaning could be heard among the silence. You pressed your ear from door to door, trying to see if it was coming from behind one of them. It was the door on the very end that held back the sound. With enough moonlight coming from the wide window at the end of the hall to see by, you put the oil lamp down on the floor out of the way and went inside.

Even in the darkness, you could see the smoke and soot stained walls. The remnants of a bed stood in the middle of the wood. Hanging behind it was a portrait of a beautiful woman with golden hair and rich brown eyes that stuck out even with half of the painting burned and curled.  

“What are you doing in here!”

You gasped as the lord of the castle stepped out of the shadows. His mask was gone, but he kept the left side of his face covered with his hand. In his other hand was a small torch. With its light you could see the scars on the back of his hand, the tight and lifted skin usually caused by fire. You said nothing, too stunned to find words.

Dropping his left hand, he reached out and grabbed you by the wrist. The scars on his face were now partially visible, but still mostly hidden in shadow and by the locks of hair that had fallen. From what you could see, they matched the scars visible on his hand. “I asked you why you are here!”

“I’m sorry!” Your voice came out in squeaks, fear running you cold despite the proximity of the flame. “I heard noises. I thought someone might be in trouble.”

He sneered at your answer. “If you’re well enough to walk around then GET. OUT!” He practically threw you out of the room.

You landed on your knees but didn’t stay there for long. You scrambled up to your feet and took off down the hall, leaving the oil lamp behind. The nightgown caught on your foot in your haste as you passed the staircase. You went tumbling down the marble stairs, a scream piercing your throat. You couldn’t stop no matter how you tried. When the bottom of the staircase finally came, you were out cold.

[justrobee]

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☄️♟️🪣 || Homestuck

👽🔬🧪 || Invader Zim

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