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Look what I got commissioned from my online sister.

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It's Wally and Barnaby with their future child (who's an egg at the moment 😂)

You should totally check my sister out! Thank you so much baskettgif!!!

[ladyherenya]

Books read in July

After I read How to Find Love in a Bookshop, I searched the library’s catalogue for other titles containing “bookshop” or “bookstore”. I was curled up in bed with a bad cold at the time, which meant I ended up choosing a bunch of books whose covers or synopses would have, on a different day, put me off. And that worked out rather well!

But afterwards I felt like I didn’t get the right balance between contemporary fiction and fantasy this month.

Favourite cover: Minor Mage by T. Kingfisher.

Still reading: The Hazel Wood by Melissa Albert.

Next up: Mort by Terry Pratchett. Maybe The Queens of Innis Lear by Tessa Gratton.

(Longer reviews and ratings are on LibraryThing. And also Dreamwidth.)

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Things a Map Won’t Show You: stories from Australia & Beyond, edited by Susan La Marca and Pam Macintyre: I borrowed this because I recognised some of the names involved. I liked bits and pieces of it but nothing really stood out. Maybe Peta Freestone’s “Milford Sound”, for the setting. According to the introduction, the stories and poems were chosen “with the curriculum in mind and for their appeal to Year Seven and Eight readers”. That’s a valid reason but I suspect that approach is unlikely to result in a collection that would really appeal to me, not me now and not even when I was a young teenager.

A Thousand Sisters: The Heroic Airwomen of the Soviet Union in World War II by Elizabeth Wein: This is AMAZING. It is aimed at young people, and I wondered if I’d find the writing style too simplistic, but it was just remarkably accessible. I knew bits about Russia’s history but this gave me a much more comprehensive understanding of the culture and politics these women grew up with, and how Russia came to have three regiments of airwomen at a point in time when other countries wouldn’t let women fly into war. The rest of the book is just as fascinating and surprising. Wein knows how to tell a story.

How to Find Love in a Bookshop by Veronica Henry: This is about Emilia, who inherits her father’s bookshop in a picturesque Cotswold village, and the bookshop’s customers. It doesn’t shy away from Emilia’s grief but otherwise is very much a cosy, optimistic story in which friends are made, relationships are mended, mistakes are overcome and everything turns out all right. Which definitely has its appeal. I wanted just a few more sharp edges -- or else slightly more uncertainty -- so that everyone’s happy endings felt more realistic. (I keep brainstorming ways that could have been managed.) Although I didn’t love this book, there was a lot I liked about it. 

The Masquaraders by Georgette Heyer (narrated by Ruth Sillers): This is ridiculous but still quite entertaining. Either I missed something or Heyer doesn’t really do a great job of explaining why Prudence and her brother Robin need to be in disguise, nor why they’ve decided the best way to do this is by crossdressing. The key to enjoying this book was to just roll with it. Also Prue’s romantic interest is a type Heyer writes so well: perceptive, unflappable, competent, with a sense of humour and an appreciation for level-headedness in others. Sensible people pushed into madcap adventures is something Heyer has a flair for.

The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle: It’s much more dreamlike than I was expecting, in a similar vein to Patricia A. McKillip’s fantasy. I was emotionally invested only in flickers and bursts, but I appreciated the way it plays with, and comments on, fairytales. Quests may not simply be abandoned; prophecies may not be left to rot like unpicked fruit; unicorns may go unrescued for a very long time, but not forever. The happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story.

The Bookstore by Deborah Meyler: Esme, a British scholarship student studying art history at Columbia, discovers she’s pregnant and gets a job at a quirky secondhand bookshop. I would have found some of her choices -- and the book itself -- terribly frustrating, except I really liked the bookshop and Esme’s narration. I liked her quotes and references and her enthusiasm and her observations, especially those about living in New York and about the shop -- this is a story with a vivid sense of place. Esme’s naivety and optimism is both understandable and believable, and I wanted to see her finally, properly, free of her awful boyfriend. 

The “Happy Ever After Bookshop” books by Annie Darling:

The Little Bookshop of Lonely Hearts: If I hadn’t already read the second book about the Happy Ever After bookshop and liked it a lot, I probably wouldn’t have bothered reading this. The romantic interest annoyed me -- he’s not a bad match for Posy, but I’d find him infuriating in person and I didn’t want to read about him. Fortunately the book is just from Posy’s POV. I enjoyed the Britishness, and the bits about running a bookshop. I particularly liked Posy’s relationship with her younger teenaged brother, whom she has responsibility for. And I was pleased the romance bookshop stocks appropriate YA and mystery titles.

True Love at the Lonely Hearts Bookshop: I was expecting it to turn into the sort of romance which annoys me. To my delight, it did not! Verity loves her noisy family, her nosy friends, her job in a bookshop and reading romances but she believes she isn’t suited to being in a romantic relationship. She reluctantly agrees to a fake-dating situation to avoid friends trying to set her up. I loved the way this story shows Verity being an introvert, and her obvious love for Pride and Prejudice. And this has all the things I like about fake-dating without too much cringe-worthy deception.

Crazy in Love at the Lonely Hearts Bookshop: I have less in common with Nina than I do with her colleagues: she’s into make-up, tattoos and Wuthering Heights. But it was interesting seeing why she’s embraced both Wuthering Heights and her own particular style so fiercely -- she’s finding her own path, one that differs from what her conservative working class family expected. Some of the resolutions came about a bit too easily. However, I liked getting a different perspective on the bookshop, I enjoyed bits of her romance with Noah, and I share some of Nina’s fascination with the Bronte sisters.

A Winter Kiss on Rochester Mews:  Mattie runs the tearooms attached to the Happy Ever After bookshop. She is delighted about living above the bookshop, but not so impressed about her new flatmate. I’m not a fan of the crazy commercialism of Christmas, but really enjoyed reading about it here -- probably because the story recognises that not everybody loves it. And, given the weather, I was in the mood for something wintry. Other things I liked: the vivid portrayal of the challenges of working “in a customer-facing environment over Christmas”; the details about Mattie’s baking; and the intelligent commentary about romance novels and romantic relationships.

Allegra in Three Parts by Suzanne Daniel: Eleven year old Allegra lives with one grandmother, next door to the other, while her father lives in above the garage. Allegra knows her grandmothers love her, but they are very different. “Sometimes I wish they could just love me less and take what's left over and put it into liking each other a little bit more.” The initial mystery and conflict were slightly stronger than the answers and aftermath. But it’s an interesting portrayal of growing up in Sydney in the 70s, the women’s liberation movement, and of a family dealing with grief. I read it in practically one sitting.

We Rule the Night by Claire Eliza Bartlett (narrated by Chloe  Cannon): Revna’s father is a traitor. Linné’s father is a general. Revna is discovered protecting herself with illegal magic during an air-raid. Linné is discovered after three years fighting at the front disguised as a boy. They’re both sent to a new women’s Night Raiders regiment, where, if they are to survive this war, they have to learn to fly together. This is tense and captivating -- and nuanced. Magic is wondrous but also confronting, the Union is unjust but contains things worth defending, loyalties are not always predictable, difficult people can become valued friends, and not everything is neatly resolved.

The Way Past Winter by Kiran Millwood Hargrave: In the fifth year of winter, Mila and her sisters wake to find their brother has left. Sanna believes Oskar left them willingly, like their father once did, but Mila is convinced that Oskar was taken by last night’s unsettling visitors -- and is determined to rescue him. I didn’t find this as emotional and compelling as Hargrave’s previous books. I don’t know if that’s because this is a simpler narrative or because I didn’t listen to the audio book -- a good narrator adds liveliness and emotion. But Hargrave’s prose is lovely and I liked the fairytale quality this story has.

Grace After Henry by Eithne Shortall: I really enjoyed Love in Row 27, so I borrowed Shortall’s other novel. After her boyfriend dies, Grace keeps seeing him everywhere. Then she meets a man who looks unnervingly like Henry -- a long-lost relative of Henry’s she did not know about. This story is funny and touching. I didn’t expect it to be so compelling, nor make me so invested in Grace’s relationship with Henry. There’s a strong sense of history and of place -- it was interesting to read about contemporary Dublin. There are unexpected and hopeful developments in Grace’s life. But mostly, it’s just very sad.

Famous in a Small Town by Emma Mills: Sophie loves her friends, her high school’s marching band and her small town. She has an idea for how the band could raise money -- enlisting the help of a famous country singer. I liked Sophie’s deep sense of belonging and how much she cares about things. She’s very kind in a way that is realistic and realistically complicated. Her friends are very supportive, but believably so. They all have flaws and make mistakes and have their secrets. I really enjoyed this story about friendship and summer (and it was a good choice after reading something sad).

Can’t Escape Love by Alyssa Cole: I’ve tried a couple of Cole’s novels and they didn’t appeal to me -- I wouldn’t have considered this novella if I hadn't seen a positive review. It’s fun and fandom-y and diverse. Reggie contacts an old internet acquaintance after she discovers his puzzle livestreams are no longer online. I liked how it’s very clear that Reggie’s disability has a significant impact on her daily life, but has nothing to do with her current problems. And, for Gus, being autistic isn’t ever an obstacle to a relationship with Reggie. I would have liked to read more but this still satisfying.

The Orphans of Raspay, a novella in the World of the Five Gods by Lois McMaster Bujold: Penric’s ship is captured by pirates and he is thrown in a hold with a couple of young girls from Raspay. As always, I enjoyed Pen’s interactions with Desdemona. I would have enjoyed the story even more had there been more significant character interactions -- the girls aren’t quite old enough to play a very active role in escape plans but are old enough that, in terms of emotional support, they’re not very demanding. I’d like to see Pen challenged more. But this is still a solid adventure. I’m very glad that Bujold hasn’t finished telling stories about Pen and Des.

Minor Mage by T. Kingfisher (Ursula Vernon): Oliver, a twelve year old minor mage with an armadillo familiar, is sent by his village on a perilous journey to the mountains to bring back rain. There’s some dispute over whether this is a children’s book -- Vernon thought it was, her editor was adamant it wasn’t. It feelslike a children’s book to me, even when Oliver has to deal with ghuls, bandits and murderers. (There have always been children’s books which have been too dark and scary for some kids.) The tone is dryly humorous, the armadillo is a delight and I never doubted that Oliver would succeed.

[meg-moira]

People forget: words matter. They forget that the simple shape of syllables and the rhythm of rhymes is the most elementary of magics.

In all fairness, it’s an easy enough fact to forget. It’s not like the land is overflowing with magic. Not like in the old days.

But words do hold power.

It’s especially true of the common phrases. Shaped on all kinds of lips, the same, basic idea is repeatedly breathed into existence. Like water dripping on a stone, the world is shaped for better or worse by the words with which we fill it.

Beyond a sleepy house on a far away farm, the sun spilled gently over the horizon.

“Are you still sleeping, Maise? You know the early bird catches the worm.” Sophie stood at the bottom of the rough, slightly crooked farmhouse staircase. Her hair was nearly the same color as the dusty orange dawn, and from her two thick braids, bits of yellow hay protruded. Hands on her hips, she tapped a muddy boot and waited expectantly for an answer.

“It’s the early bird catches the worm and the second mouse gets the cheese,” came the distant, grousing reply.

“Come on Maise, darling,” Sophie called. “I’ve already milked the cows. But I’ll need help with the rest.” When this was followed by a dreary thump and muttered, shapeless cursing, Sophie smiled.

A woman appeared at the top of the staircase some moments later, stumbling and with a plaid sweater halfway dragged over her head. From the collar, wild, mousy brown hair emerged. And then red rimmed eyes and full lips puckered in a frown.

“It’s just not fair,” Maise grumbled, trudging down the stairs. “You know I do my best work beneath the light of the moon.” As Maise spoke, she squinted in distaste at the sun glaring offensively through the window.

“You work beneath the moonlight because you’re dramatic.”

“That too, obviously,” Maise replied, and paused in her general slouching and trudging long enough to give her wife a peck on the cheek.

They left the farmhouse together, breaths fogging in the crisp air. Sophie rubbed her hands together and Maise tucked hers deep in her pant pockets as they marched across the dew damp soil.

“I have a feeling,” Sophie said, walking and shivering, “another one’s coming.”

“One for you or for me?”

Sophie’s nose twitched and she frowned. “Not sure yet.”

As the two women crossed the mist drenched field, two parents sat in the kitchen of a silent, sleeping home. Hunched, and with expressions drawn in both exhaustion and grief, they looked at untouched mugs of coffee and considered what they should say when the children woke. The dog, a little beagle, had slipped through the front door, and the sleepy-eyed driver who didn’t even notice when she darted into the road really hadn’t stood a chance of stopping.

Eventually, the children did wake. And to those curious, confused eyes, one parent fumblingly said: “A farm. That’s right. Little Pepper’s gone to a lovely farm. With large fields where she can run all day and be happy.”

Hearts aching, the parents and children both wished desperately that it could be true.

Meanwhile, on that far away farm, Sophie shaded her eyes, squinting against the rising sun. “There she is,” she murmured, pointing in the direction of the rough, slanted fence at the edge of their property.

“One of mine,” Maise said, perking up.

Shoulder to shoulder, the two women watched the little golden beagle trot beneath the lowest plank in the fence. It’s sharp tail was wagging in a slow, cautious joy as it approached.

Dropping to her knees, Maise held out her hands. Its wet nose bumped her fingers, sniffing for a careful moment before it fully committed and leaned forward, pressing it’s soft head into her hands.

“There there,” Maise consoled.

Crouching down, Sophie looked the small dog over. The poor thing had clearly ended up in front of a car.

“I’ll fix you up, little one. Yes I will,” Maise sang, and scooped the beagle up in her arms.

“I still can't believe your necromantic powers stretch so far off the property,” Sophie said, reaching out to give the dog’s head a little scratch. Then she traced her fingers along the collar, feeling for a tag.

“They don’t stretch much past the fence. I’m telling you - my little ones end up here the same way yours do. They just appear. Out of thin air.”

Across the green, open fields of the farm, creatures of all sizes milled and played. Dogs, cats, rats, rabbits, horses and more. Overhead, a butter yellow domestic finch flitted through the air. It had been one of Sophie’s, and had arrived nearly a week prior, lost and sick (presumably having slipped out a window). Healing it had been an easy enough task for a cleric. And though it delighted in flying from one end of the farm to the other, it never left the boundaries set by the rickety fence. Sophie wasn’t sure why the animals couldn’t leave once they arrived, but whatever the rule was, it seemed to be an immutable one. Fortunately, even though none of the animals left, the farm never ran out of space. Some days, when Sophie squinted her eyes and peered through her lashes, it really did look as though those green fields went on forever.

“Well go on,” Maise said, hugging the dog to her chest. “What’s her name?”

Coming back to herself, Sophie turned the metal tag over in her fingers.

“Pepper,” she said, smiling softly down at the beagle with its little wagging tail. “I get the feeling you were very loved.”

Cradling the well-loved beagle, the two women crossed the infinite field of well-loved creatures.

From the damp soil, the yellow finch plucked a fat squirming worm.

A necromancer and Cleric couple own a farm upstate. They don't know why people keep sending them their dead and dying pets, but neither of them are complaining

[retro-pooka]

Revisiting Old Me

This was a tag I took part in years ago and dear god have I changed since then 😂 I was told by my darling dork of a girlfriend to redo this as a remembrance of the emo trash which was once me

The Questions

1. How would you describe your go-to style? My style has mostly been inspired by the 50’s fashion as seen with brands like Hellbunny but also really inspired by Japanese Street-fashion like Decora and Menhera and definitely the silhouette is inspired by the cupcake silhouette seen in Lolita.

2. How do you like to wear your hair?

Out and curly, it’s untameable and fully of gay. I’ve been saying for a while that my hair relfects my sexuality.. not straight 😉🏳️‍🌈😂

3. Beverage of Choice?

Still Irn Bru cause I’m a stereotype of my own country 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 or Tim Hortons’ Iced coolers in Raspberry, was soo good. Why did Canada hide the glory which is Tim Hortons for so long!

4. Best School Memory?

Best school memory would be in College when the whole canteen joined in to sing Bohemian Rapsody when it started to play on someone’s speaker or when I was invited to a Christian picnic despite being a witchy bitch, they had j20 and donuts! I couldn’t refuse!

5. What do you think about in the early hours of the morning?

I meditate and try to push my mind off thinking about the pain in my body, focusing on the positive things like my girlfriend’s dorky messages or my mum calling me bitch (lovingly might I add) Just really I think about positive things so that the universe might cut me some slack

6. Favourite thing about your closest friend?

Well I have two closest friends. The first being the person who I call my girlfriend, she is dorky and cute and is always interested in becoming knowledgeable in the things I like and are apart of e.g. Wicca and accept all of me ❤️

My second closest friend being my mum. She is my best friend. She is my roommate. We are far closer than a mother and daughter should be, we are two peas in a pod ❤️ She is accepting and loving and always open to my point of view on varying subjects

7. Are you the forgive and forget type or the remembering type?

I’m a bit of both. It depends on the situation which it surrounds.

8. Murder weapon of choice?

Poison. Quick and simple, my arms aren’t good with the whole slasher thing so I’ll keep it simple and pain free on my end 😂

9. What is your favourite colour to wear?

Pink! or green! Both look really nice on me and I have loads of clothes with those colour schemes!

10. What is one thing you regret?

My self-harm which I did when I was 12, still really regret it and actually I really regret nearly all of last year 😂 not a good year last year for me

11. How are you doing right now?

I’m stable and calm. It’s really nice ❤️

The original tagger’s questions

1. Where is your favourite place to be?

Scotland. It’s my home. And I know I will return to Scotland one day permanently with my menagerie of animals and wife so we can become local cryptids.

2. If you had a child, what would you name them?

Pandora or Artemis for a girl, powerful women in their own ways. Or even Saorise, the name has always resonated with me and felt homely almost

For boys, Arthur or David. Both named after my granddads. Both have played major roles in my life and have watched me grow. Arthur also because of King Arthur, what can I say?! I’m a mythology nerd!

3. Top 5 tv shows or Movies

Movies - The Last Unicorn, Flight Of Dragons, Pan’s Labyrinth, Any Captain America film honestly and Fantastic Beasts!

Tv Shows - Outlander, Sherlock, Supernatural, Doctor who and probably Grimm

4. Name 3 things you like about yourself?

- My hair ~ it’s wild and it is apart of me. It’s apart of my identity and makes me (Sophie) me.

- My Scottish Heritage ~ I’m always proud of being Scottish and open about my culture to people who wish to learn

- My Body ~ I used to hate it and still kinda do, even though my health issues can make it hard to love it, I still do. I admire my body and cheer myself on.

5. Any odd fears or phobias?

- Afraid of the Dark

- Claustrophobic

- Being surprised from behind

- Insects

6. Last thing you said to a friend?

Good night!

7. Favourite food?

Full Scottish Breakfast! And or a Roast Dinner! Homely foods are always the best!

8. Dream Job?

Scriptwriter or Director! or a Neighbourhood Witch. Any of those jobs would fulfill me and give me joy!

9. Someone currently living you would like to meet?

Guillermo del Toro! He is my favourite director of all time! His work inspires me and helps me to remember to take inspiration from fairy tales or mythos!

10. Dream Vacation Spot?

New Orleans, Salem, the Highlands or New York!

11. Any OTPs?

Claire and Jamie from Outlander ❤️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

My Own Questions!

1. A word which makes you cringe?

Moist. It will always make my cringe. No matter what the context may be.

2. A movie that made you cry?

A lot of movies have made me cry. Hm. Probably ‘The Last Unicorn’ as it has so many memories attached to it for me or ‘Coco’ cause that movie fucked me up 😂 so emotional

3. If you could travel to any fictional world, which would you travel to?

Either Outlander, because I’m Scottish and I’d blend right in and because I’m a nerd for my own heritage

Or

Fantastic Beasts as I’m a sucker for the 1920’s! It’s a beautiful setting especially in New York and the backdrop of magic makes it 100x better!

4. If you could revive any fictional character from the dead, who would you revive?

LUPIN! OR SIRIUS! My boys! My dog morphing children!

5. Favourite Song?

Bohemian Rhapsody (Queen) or American Pie (Don McLean)

6. Favourite sound?

My girlfriend’s voice or the rain

7. Favourite Climate?

SNOWWW!!!!

8. Favourite scent?

Lavender or Bergamot!

9. Favourite Mythical Creature?

Unicorns, Each Uisge or Selkies! All have relevance in Scottish Mythology!

10. Favourite Book?

The Last Unicorn by Peter. S. Beagle

11. Favourite genre of music?

Celtic folk music or 70’s/80’s rock

That is all the questions! I tag only one person since it’s her fault I redid this tag! @loopinmoon! It’s your turn! You can’t escape this time!

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It's been, like what? 3 weeks since he last talked after escaping the Neighborhood with Barnaby.

And he decides to speak when he finds a rainbowfied egg. ( That will eventually become their daughter, Sophie)

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This is probably Sophie's first impression of Debbie after entering the Neighborhood for the first time

Full disclosure:

No butterflies were injured in the process of making this

(I Don't even think that's a real gun tbh she got it from howdy who sells those chocolate guns you seen in those really old commercials for kids 🤣🤣🤣)

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ITS SPOOKY MONTH!!!!

and here's Sophie's and Hank's Halloween costumes

Sophie is Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz

Hank's costume is meant to be a little imp but he insists that he's a Bat with horns instead of wings.

Fun fact!

Instead of doing a whole family costume,

The Darling Beagles do tag teams and compete against each other to see which duo has the best costume idea

This year:

Wally was supposed to be an angel but since Hank isn't too keen on being an imp, Wally took off the Halo and says that he's a bird without a beak

Barnaby on the other hand, he's dressed up as Toto

Yeah he was going to be the cowardly lion but he lied and said it was against dog code to dress up as a cat of any sorts ( his reasoning: he just didn't want to be a cat. He's not too fond of them.)

I might draw Barnaby and Wally in their costumes next...

Maybe...

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Ok so

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I gave Sophie a little brother.

His name is Hank

He's inspired by the song Hansel by sodikken

A little bit about him: he's a rat who's been neglected by his bio family after his bio sister died and he was really close to her

The only way his bio parents would give him attention was when he would self harm and even then it wouldn't really help because his parents didn't really want him. So one day when he was 7 y.o. he just ran away in the middle of a winter storm. He was on the verge of freezing to death but Barnaby found him and took him back to the farm.

At the time Sophie was just 10 years old.

He never really talked about what his life was before meeting the Darling Beagles but he did self harm a lot in the beginning. But with some help and actually being in a family who loves him and took time to give him the attention he needed. He slowly got better. He still has scars and he's ashamed of them.

He's a bit closer to Wally, he loves to see him painting. He also writes a little bit of poetry that Wally would paint an art piece based off of it

Here's a sketch of Hank before digital art

Poor bby

At least he has a family who loves him now

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I had an idea for Sophie's first joke when she was 8

Sophie: Papa! Papa! I got a joke!

Barnaby: really! [ Excited cuz it's her first joke.] Let's hear it!

Sophie: what did number 3 say to number 2 after beating him in a game of horseshoes?

Barnaby: I don't know what did he- [stops cuz he recognized this joke]

Sophie: I "One"

Sophie: Papa? Was it not funny? Why are you crying?

Barnaby: [hugs Sophie really tight] it was the funniest thing a pooch like me has ever heard, Eggie

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"Remember Sophie, if every pork chop were perfect..."

"WE WOULDN'T HAVE HOTDOGS!!!"

"atta girl!"

Barnaby taught her well

The next post is gonna have her dad Wally Darling in it.

Thank you guys for viewing!

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Asleep on Papa Barnaby

I am so proud of this

Sophie is probably about 8 years old in this picture

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INTRODUCING....

TA DAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

An Eddie x Frank fankid

What does she have to do with Sophie and her family?

Well she does play an important role when Sophie finds herself magical back in the cursed neighborhood that her dads fought tooth and nail to get as far away from.

A little bit about her

She loves science and inventing gadgets

She has two dads and a surrogate mother

She's 15 1/2 years old

She's probably even more grumpy than her Father Frank

She's not afraid to throw hands (she never really needed to become there were no other kids in the neighborhood to fight though)

She's incredibly smart.

She's almost completely blind without her glasses

She refers to her two dads as "Father" and "Predecessor" and her surrogate mother as "Auntie mom"

She has a resentment towards Eddie (Predecessor) because he's always working too much and they just don't agree on a lot of stuff

She's kinda a mean girl but she does have a heart in there

She secretly likes jokes and puns but is too prideful to admit it

She sells some of her gadgets and inventions to Her uncle Howdy. It's like a secret business deal she has with him

She's a beast at Double Dutch

She was homeschooled her whole life by her father

She's secretly in love with Sophie but is a total tsundere about it

Here's some early sketches of her

She was really fun to draw and I had a blast coming up with her

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Hi there! This is Sophie Darling Beagle

She's so excited to meet you!

Just ask her questions and enjoy the content you see on this blog!

She'd love to have new friends

A little bit about her:

She loves drawing silly comics

She's adopted

Loves hotdogs and hamburgers

Is a good singer

Loves to tell funny stories (made up or real)

Can't really come up with jokes on the fly

Has poofy rainbow hair that she ties up with a bow her Papa gave her.

Is 16 y o and but is a bit immature for her age

Had two fathers, "Papa" and "Dad" is how she addresses them separately

Lives with her dads on a farm that her grandma owns

Can't make eye contact with others normally

Enjoys painting with her Dad

Can't fly and is glad for that ( heights scare her)

Sometimes acts like a dog like her Papa (suck as in walking on fours and plays fetch with her Papa and Dad)

Here's some sketches of her and her dads

The first one was when she was 6 y.o. and the second one was when she was an egg 🥚

Her Papa Barnaby sure made a lot of EGGS-celent puns with that one.

These are some sketches of her before I digitalize her

As you can see I changed her beak a bit

Well thank you so much for looking at this post. Please do ask her questions. She really wants to make some friends.