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[mickedy]

Oblongata from my characters

[echantedtoon]

Love Is For Bloomin' Pecknecks! Ch1 First Crush

How could someone so sour fall for someone so sweet? Or is this all just a bittersweet punishment for an old Peckneck like himself?

(Contains Cooking Cat x Conductor)

(A side story that takes place at the same time as A Bloom In Time and is a part of the Bloomverse A Hat In Time series. I headcannon Mustache Girl's real name as Muriel for this story. No Characters are mine and all belongs to GearsForBreakfast. Coverart done by Monster-Mon on Tumblr.)

She was always a different cat from the rest of the litter.

Welcome to Nyakuza Metro where the blinding lights would bedazzle you and blind you from thievery that would take place there. Giving the city a bad rep. Giving CATS a bad rep. Fur as black as night. Claws all sharp. Faces constantly hidden behind masks. Every single cat the same except for one place. Welcome to Alpine Skyline Mountains. Where the cats were tan, wore more masks,....and were still thieves honing the mastery of cloaking magic to disappear without a trace after they nabbed your things. Thieves. Thieves. THIEVES!!! All thieves. The planet of Subcon knew of Nyakuzians and their kind. Thus after countless years of thievery and bad reputations a stigma was born. All cats were untrustworthy no matter which corner of the planet they came from. So cats were not to be trusted. And you either followed the crowd or were labeled an outsider. But what happened when one was born an outsider? Well...I guess you would get her. From the moment she was born she knew she was different. For one her fur was not a correct color at all. No. A natural born Nyakuzian who wasn't born with ink black fur. Not one spot of dark midnight on her whole body. She didn't even have the tan-brown fur of their Alpine cousins! Her fur color was all...Wrong. Orange. Bright orange with darker orange spots all over herself. A giant thumb sticking out among the crowds but oho it got better. She never wanted to take part in anything her kind had to offer. Thieving was just..Just..Wrong. And it rubbed her in all the wrong ways. She had gotten a few things of her own swiped by other cats who didn't like her being so different and picked her out of the crowd because of her unusual look and personality. It felt so bad when her things and money were taken. Why would anyone chose to actively do that? But there was one thing about the city that called to her. The cooking. The tantalizing aromas wafting through the air, the way the food melted in your mouth. She was a natural the first time she tried and passed Nyakuza City School Of Cooking like a breeze! Even made up a catching name for herself. Now she could do something that made her happy right!?...Right? Wrong. No one cared if she made new dishes, they never ate them. No cafe would hire her because of her unusualness so she was without a job. What was the use of a cooking degree if no one would eat your cooking or hire her to cook? Eventually she did get a job in one of the many, many, many fast food trucks around the metro and every single one sold the very same dishes. And the rules absolutely forbid anything new. No one would eat it anyways. Too different...Like her. She could lose her only job so she went with it. At least she'd still be working with food like she always wanted right? It would be good to fit in where she could right? That's how it was for a very long time. Get up, go to work, make the same food like everyone else, and then go home to repeat the same process the same day. This was her life...Until one day she saw it. One late night commercial on TV that filled her with newfound hope.

Mafia Town!!

A town of humans that lived halfway across the world. AND THAT WERE ALL COOKS!! A cooking town!! It was perfect! With her skills she could easily get a job there as a chief just like she always wanted! Or so she thought. She spent weeks saving every pon and penny she could get her paws on. Careful to not let others know how much she had or to let thieves get close to her. Then after so much time of saving she finally had enough to leave the metro forever. She grabbed her things and quite her job immediately fleeing the city entirely. Moving all the way across the planet until reaching Mafia Town and it-.....It wasn't as good as she thought. IT! WAS! WORSE! Everything was so chaotic. So unfinished. So...Wrong. She was barely able to find a complete house to call her own before being able to settle in. Ok. Now it was time to talk to the boss. She went right up to the head honcho. The Mafia Boss! Wearing her professional chef attire to make her intentions clear to the red jacketed man. She said she wanted a job in his kitchen and that she was a great cook and promised to work hard. She was hired immediately! Just like that! He said she'd make an excellent addition to his kitchen! She was so excited that she barely slept that night and started her job first thing in the morning! .....WHAT THE PECK WAS THIS!? THE KITCHEN WAS FILTHY!! ABSOLUTELY FILTHY!! So filthy a grey haze covered the entire room. Dirty dishes everywhere. Red liquid oozed out of the fridges. Sticky messes all over the floors and counters. And many spots on the ceiling and walls black from multiple kitchen fires. A foul smell in the air a mix between rotten and burnt roods. It was...It was...HORRIBLE!! How was she supposed to cook in these conditions!?...Oh. She wasn't cooking? They only hired her because she was a cat and thus could help with their..rat...problems.....She was heartbroken upon hearing those words. Devastated even. They only hired her on the basis she was a cat and she didn't even LIKE rats. All the way here spending her entire savings...for nothing!! ...Wait. Maybe not nothing. An idea struck her. She followed the rules last time. But maybe if she cooked and she proved herself a worthy cook she'd finally be able to make a name for herself! But how? I know! The Mafia were terrible cooks but if she helped them then she'd be doing a good deed as well as doing her passion! It was perfect. So that's what she did. Finding a place in the rafters and stealing ingredients to cook before sneakily replacing them with the Mafia's dishes before the waiter mafia took them to the awaiting guests of the casino. No one ever suspected it and the rats left her alone since she left them well enough alone as well. It was a good operation! She was cooking SO SO many different foods making her heart feel full. Got used to life in the crazy town as well learning quickly about the young blonde girl who ran around to avenge her old home. She sometimes even got glimpses of her but they had never ever interacted directly. And then the little alien came along with the end of her career. She was just in the rafters one day when small footsteps approached her.

"What are you doing?"

"AH!! Oh Goodness!" She had cried out and swung around only to find a small girl somewhere between the ages of seven to nine and wearing a purple tophat staring back at her curiously. What the- "Oh my. You gave me such a fright. What are you doing all the way up 'ere? Did you lose your parents?"

And the little girl shook her head. "Nope. What are you doing?"

"Oh...W-Well don't tell noone but I'm fixin' these here dishes."

"Why?"

"The Mafia are terrible at cooking. But fear not. Cooking Cat is here! I prepare the actual dinner up here and swap the food before anybody eats the Mafia's cookin'. I'm fairly certain someone would die if they ate the Mafia prepared food."

And then she left right after like nothing happened taking a random bucket of lobsters with her. Strange. Hope that little girl made it home to her parents ok. It was only after her work that day did she find out who that little girl actually was. THE ALIEN!! The alien everyone had been talking about!! Funny. She didn't look anything like aliens were supposed to look like. No antennas or green skin or stubby legs or anything. Then she got to wondering...What were aliens like? Which lead to the questions about their kitchens and well...Curiosity killed the cat as they say. Her curiosity was too much to handle. She just had to see it for herself, but how? She knew it was wrong but she ended up 'borrowing' a moon transporter from a moon penguin guests who happened to try the famous 'mafia' cooking leaving a note she'd return it right away. This thing could teleport them to the moon city and back and on any transport ships they rode on too, so logically that also meant it could work to transport her to the alien ship too right? Well it worked, when she aimed it at the alien ship floating in the sky and pressed the button on the wristwatch like device. The feeling of being suddenly transported was weird for sure and she ended up crashlanding in the CUTEST alien spaceship she'd ever seen. She spent time looking around the place and the vacuum cleaner before finding the kitchen. It was....surprisingly rather simple. Plain oven, sink, fridge- Everything. It wasn't any different from a small apartment's kitchen. None the less her curiosity still got the better of her and she ended up staying for so long the little alien came back. Cookie had froze seeing the small alien in the doorway probably coming to investigate the sounds of her rummaging around in her kitchen but she didn't look angry. More confused.

"What a lovely spaceship you've got here! Sorry for the break and enterin'. I just wanted to see what an alien ship was like. Y'know I expected aliens to be more green and probably with a thirst for flesh. But I guess you aliens come in all shapes and sizes huh?"

After that the two spoke for a little bit before she felt like she was overstaying her welcome and left but what she ended up coming back to wasn't a pretty sight. Her boss was...now a talking jar with a hat? And the moon penguin guest was not happy to see her either. She was made to give back the angry guest's watch which was fair she had stolen it which she'd own up to but she left a note and she was fully intending on returning it. She was called a thief (again stung but she deserved that one) and was fired for 'conspiring with an alien' which was the worst part because she was NOT conspiring. She just wanted to see an alien kitchen. But her sayings fell on deaf ears and she was promptly kicked out. Sadly she did leave all the way back to her home where she sadly found herself back at square one. No job. No cooking. Nothing. All her hard work had once again been undone again because those thieves wouldn't even hear her out. She could own up to taking the watch but what would she even conspire with an alien about? Recipes? New cooking tips? These Mafia guys were too stubborn and not bright enough. She saw the alien a few more times before she disappeared. Next thing she knew the world shifted and she was in a nightmare of lava and traps thanks to those magic alien hourglasses and the blonde child was the one responsible trying to judge all the 'bad guys'. Which was absurd since she wasn't a bad guy. She stole one thing once but she owned up to that and apologized and vowed to never do something like that again. When the two girls were fighting she yelled at the blonde girl to get lost along with many other folks and the world was back to it's regular old self in no time. She found herself back in her old home in Mafia Town and the little alien gone. Life had gone back to it's sad normal self. She had to get out of here. She had enough to get out of town, didn't have a whole lot of belongings so she could just pack up easily and leave. But where would she go? One place caught her attention. Express Town. You could get there by a train that was just outside Mafia Town. They were always needing new hires she heard. Full of Express Owls but compared to the Mafia and the Nyakuzians she would rather take her chance with a bunch of birds. What she wasn't expecting was picking up another passenger to add to her life. And it all started one rainy night when it was near time to depart-

A drip. A drop. A sprinkle. The water gently pouring down from the dark sky had started a little more than an hour ago, thunder and lightning waking him up every while due to his anxiety acting up to loud booming noises reminding her of some of the cannons and explosions that these mafia guys did on a daily basis. Unfortunately she DIDN'T like the rain too much. Especially being a cat and all that. Water was just not her thing. She still forced herself to take baths and use water for lots of her recipes, and she drank it of course. Gotta keep your self hydrated and healthy after all. But it didn't mean she had to enjoy it of course. Speaking of Mafia. Mafia Town was pretty much a deserted ghost town at the moment, only a few Mafia guys working this time of day as it got dark and the storm still wore on. Her feet patting against the wet pavement while her umbrella and raincoat kept the rain off her. Note to self. Get a pair of rainboots when she finally got out of here. Which would be soon. Three days in fact. After getting fired from her job for 'conspiracy with the kid in the hat alien girl' and missing her opportunity for working on that cruise ship, a miracle happened in the form of a famous director Penguin showing up on her doorstep with the proposition of working for his studios and having her own Cooking Show!! It was a DREAM COME TRUE!! And it was all thanks to that lil alien gal who just happened to mention her to him. ...Maybe it was fate anyways. She didn't feel like a cruise ship on water would've been a good place for her considering her aversion to water, and it ended up sinking anyways. So this was a great chance! A dream she had ever since she was a kitten! She had practically all her belongings all ready to go for the moving team in two days on that weekend to take the train out of town and to Express City where the famous Dead Bird Studios were. Where many a movies and shows were filmed. Soon she'd be out of this terrible place and soon start her own life away from this awful awful town. But for now she just wanted to get back to the comfort of her still soon-not-to-be home and cook up this delicious food she bought from the Mafia Town marketplace. The plastic bag in her hand was starting to get heavy the more she carried it walking along as the sound of raindrops hitting the earth and thunder shook the sky along with the occasional lightning. ...Gosh this just made her glad she didn't have to live here or have her job here anymore further. The Mafia headquarters where she USED to work was all the way on the other side of town and it was always such a long distance away from her home which was on the edge of town and near the train station. Made things easier to do when she moved at least.

She was almost home too. Just had to cross this bridge and walk along this road towards the back of Mafia Town and her home would be the first one you'd come across. She was hungry and could already taste the mouth watering cheesy fish steaks she could whip up. However it was when she was coming to the end of the bridge did she hear something. Being a cat meant she had extraordinary hearing so being able to hear things before she saw them wasn't usually a big deal, but what WAS was the kind of noise it actually was. Sniffles. crying. Small chokes, sobs, and hiccups. And in a young girl's sounding voice too. That's what made her pause. What was...that? Standing there in the rain the cat blinked for a moment shocked at what she was hearing before turning her head about and looking around. No one was on the bridge with her, and surely a grown Mafia Man wouldn't have sounded as young or as high pitched as these sobs were. ..And this was the first time she ever heard such a thing like this when crossing this bridge multiple times. So where as it coming from?...She paused. An ear flicking towards the end of the bridge where she was heading and she slowly turned to it. The sounds were coming from there amongst the rain and thunder and lightning. She stood there silently for the longest time before she slowly started her way forward. Her feet making small PLAP sounds with each step as she approached. The noises getting louder and louder before she reached the end of the bridge and looked over. And blinked again when noticing a small orange-yellow light coming from under the bridge. Was it some kind of troll? She wouldn't doubt it since meeting an alien and a ghost a couple times on her ship. Eventually the curiosity of the sounds got the better of her and she carefully descended down the small hill to look beneath the bridge. And what she saw made her yellow eyes widen. It was a little girl! But not just any little girl. OH NO!! One she definitely recognized all too well in fact.

It was that trouble making no good Mustache Girl as she liked to call herself and sprayed graffiti everywhere. Mostly art of making fun of the Mafia which she didn't mind too much as she wasn't the fondest person either, but what she had DONE to the world in that weird pocket dimension of lava and chaos still sent shivers through her fur. In fact she shivered just from the memory of it. Having been so angry enough she actually joined the crowd in wanting her to "Get Lost!" and return to her normal life of cooking. And she thought she had. In fact...She hasn't seen hide or tail of Mustache Girl since the whole time and space incident nearly a year ago now. In fact she hadn't even given it much of a second though too focused on her own string of bad luck in losing her job, missing her opportunity of her second job, and afraid she might've had to move back to Nyakuza City and settle for just being a plain chef in one of those cheap food vending vans. At least with that plan she would've still got to cook for a living. And focusing on her good luck with the new job and stresses of moving. Her life had been so busy she barely even remembered the girl before her...Well to be far she hadn't known much of her since moving to Mafia Town either and getting a job working at Mafia Headquarters. She'd sometimes she Mustache Girl causing trouble for the Mafia or running past her escaping or sometimes overhearing the Mafia grumble and complain about her a LOT while she was working. But the time incident might've been the first time she ever spoke to her despite chanting "Get lost!" in a crowd and only two times had she really come face to face with her. Then in the crowd and no just standing one or two yards away from the girl. She was huddled knees up to her chest and arms hugging her legs as she buried her face into her legs making those crying sounds she had heard earlier, her blonde hair tied in two ponytails on each side of her head. She learnt what was making that light at least. A small pathetic fire built just a couple feet away from the girl, why you couldn't have even roasted a marshmallow on it if you tried....She blinked and shook her head. About to turn now. Didn't matter. Best not get involved with someone who nearly destroyed the whole world for some hero complex. If she wasn't careful she might've come after her next for used to work for the Mafia. ...And yet. She couldn't get herself to turn around fully. Staring at the crying girl still as she sniffled....And yet. She WAS still just a child after all. What was she doing here all by herself without anyone to look after her? Well, she guessed Mustache Girl must've felt eyes on her because after a moment the sniffling stopped. And in an instant her head was snapped up and towards the direction of the cat. Yellow eyes met other yellow eyes as the two stared at one another for a long moment. Her eyes widening seeing her face. Pink and puffy from crying so much as a few tears still fell down her face. They continued to stare at one another before with a tilt of her head she decided to speak.

"Oh, uh. Sorry if Ah disturbed you any," the cat apologized shrugging her shoulders. "I was curious 'bout the noise is all."

the girl then gained a scowl before wiping at her face. Ok. Guess she wasn't the talkative kind. "W-Who are you?"

"Mah name's Cookie! What's yours?"

"Why should I tell you that? *sniff* You could be a bad guy!"

"Hm. That's a fair enough answer."..Taking a pause Cookie rose a brow and took another look around the cold and rainy place. Under a bridge was no place for a child. "But what's a lil girl like you doing under this drafty old bridge? It's all chilly." And that was putting it lightly.

She frowned more and turned her face away. "It's n-none of YOUR business! Why don't you mind your own business?"

Both were interrupted by a growling noise. Cookie blinked at the noise of a grumbling stomach and the girl shifted embarrassed more away from her. Slowly she held out her paw towards her. "Good gracious. Was that you're stomach a grumblin' away like that? It sounds like you haven't had a good meal in a while." Looked like it too by the looks of her. Mustache Girl's attention was gained back towards Cookie when the cat held up the bag and shook it making the contents rattle inside. "Say. I've got a great idea! I was just headin' home myself and cook up a delicious meal. Why don'tcha come along and I'll make ya something great ta eat?"

The girl stared at the bag for a big smacking her lips...before frowning again and giving her a suspicious look. "Ha! I wasn't born yesterday y'know. How do I know this isn't some kind of trick? Huh? Why would I go with you?" Her stomach growling a second time answered her making Cookie chuckled a bit.

True. Maybe it was a dangerous or even stupid idea, but...She couldn't just leave a little girl like this all cold and hungry and she'd obviously been crying. And despite what had happened...Giving her a hot meal to cheer her up wouldn't hurt a bit would it? "Come on. I'll whip you up a nice hot meal and you can get out of the rain for a bit. Alright?"

She continued to stare at the cat for a long moment before sighing and standing up. "Fine. But don't try anything! I can spot a bad guy a mile away!"

For better or for worst, Cookie lead her the rest of the way back to her home. But not before making sure to safely put out that fire under the bridge and Giving the little girl her umbrella to help keep the rain off her. Sure she hated the rain hitting her raincoat, but she wasn't about to let this poor hungry girl get all soaked and wet. Well...maybe not poor as she did try to destroy the world once, but right now...Cookie had a feeling she was back to being nothing more than another little girl just as much as that little alien and her friend was. And she couldn't just let a little girl be left all by her lonesome here of all places hungry and in the rain. Mustache Girl side eyeing her suspiciously all the way but she couldn't blame her. This was a sudden choice after all. She blamed it on the motherly cat instinct in her for this 'kitten'. It wasn't long before they arrived back at her home soon to be not home and she followed Cookie inside. Blinking and looking around at all the boxes and packed up things around her.

"I do apologize for the mess," Cookie explained closing the door and going to take her raincoat off, "But Ah'm in the middle of moving you see. So things are gonna be a bit unorganized. Why don't you go sit down and warm up while I get to cooking." Cookie paused as she walked past her, and now noticed how dirty and scraped up the child was now that she had a chance to look her over. "....But first I think you'd better do what everyone does before dinner and go wash up."

"Wash up?"

"Yes. Fully. As in a bath."

"You can't tell me what to do!," she pouted crossing her arms, "And you can't make me take a bath!"

"Hmm. Maybe not but I can control whether or not I give you food if you don't."

She continued pouting for a moment before her stomach grumbled again and she groaned. "UGH! FINE!! But this better not be some trick to fool me into lowering my guard! I should warn you I'm highly strong!"

"Dear the only 'highly strong' thing about you is your oder."

"Hey!"

Not paying attention to her protest, Cookie turned around and started walking away. "Follow me. I'll show you where the bathroom is, and I think I have an outfit that'll fit ya. No way you're wearing those dirty clothes."

Cookie had showed her where the bathroom was and had gifted her an old set of pjs for her to use. They were about the same height so even if they don't fit exactly, they should work in a pinch. As the girl went to bath she went back to the kitchen and set to work. Washing her paws, descaling and deboning the fish, chopping it into pieces, throwing a pan on the stove and turning it on, and starting to throw the fish fillets onto the pan. The fish sizzling inside with the oil and spices and herbs she threw in along the way. Her hard work shown in the delicious smells wafting through the air. Having so much experience cooking meant she could do it pretty fast and get dishes done in record time. Infact during that time, Mustache Girl came walking back in hair down all wet from the bath she took following the smell of food. Cookie caught her out of the corner of her eye and smiled her way.

"Ah! You got here just in time! The fillets are almost done, so you can just sit at the table while you wait. Ok Sugah?" She did as she was told slowly walking over to the chairs and table and climbing into one as the cat continued to cook away at the stove made specifically to her hieght. Sizzling sounds coming from the pan. About twenty minutes later Cookie had put two things on plates and decorated with some veggies on the side before grabbing them and with a smile turned and walked on over to the table. "Here we go. Hope you don't mind fish." She placed the plate right in front of her and noticed the blonde mustache he had previously was gone. Must've been a fake one to make her look tougher she guessed.

She looked to it hungrily and smacked her lips seeing it but still weary. "....What is it?"

"Cheesy fish fillet and some mixed veggies. A recipe I picked up in Nyakuza. Might not be everyone's taste but it's one of my favorite dishes." She stared at it for a little while before reaching out to prod it with the fork provided for her. Before finally taking a piece of it and sticking it into her mouth.....Her golden eyes widened to the size of plates. And she greedily began to dig in. Cookie blinked for a moment watching her scarf it down like her last meal before chuckling. Guess living on the streets meant she hadn't eaten a proper meal in a while. "Guess you were hungry. Slow down. You'll choke on your food. If you're really that hungry I'll give you seconds." And she did. After finishing her own plate she offered her own to the girl who eagerly took that one as well but ate it at a slower place. "You certainly do have a healthy appetite. Your mother must have a handful feeding you."

The girl paused for a moment mid bite....before slowly lowering her fork and giving her plate a frown. ".........I don't ...have parents."

Cookie blinked. Smile completely wiped from her face as she did. No ...parents? "Ya don't have any folks?" She shook her head no again to her question. That...would explain a LOT actually. "Then where's your other family? Surely there must've been somebody."

"Yeah.....Used to be. My grandpa before the Mafia came." She glared at her plate and ended her sentence by stabbing her fork down into the fish.

"Well where is he now?" She again paused.....before shaking her head. And Cookie had a good idea of what that could mean. Before the Mafia came huh? If that's the case she must've been on her own since a very young age, and she was still pretty young. GOODNESS GRACIOUS!! How long has this been going on!? "Goodness gracious." She looked to Cookie when the older cat put a paw on her shoulder with a look of pity...And guilt from even thinking bad about her. Doesn't excuse her misdeeds, but she didn't have anyone to guide her in life so no wonder she went a bit wild. "Sugar, I'm so sorry. I had no idea."

...After a moment she frowned again. "It's fine. I'm used to it by now. I thought I could get my town back from the Mafia if I tried hard enough, but it didn't work and now everyone hates me."

"Oh sweetie that's not true. I don't hate you. You're just a little girl." She patted her head much to the girl's surprise. Maybe she DID not like her too much before. But she couldn't say that now. "People make mistakes growing up. That's how we learn."

"......Hey. Why are you being so nice to me anyways? Don't you hate me too for the whole...eh...World domination thing happening?"

Well yes maybe she was still salty about that but this was hardly the time to argue. So instead Cookie smiled. "Because you're just a little girl in a bad town. I don't expect you to be perfect, no one is. In fact this town's the reason I'm moving away."

This seemed to catch her attention as she blinked. "You can do that?"

She chuckled. "Of course. If I'm unhappy where I am I can move somewhere that makes me feel better. I did it before." She looked around at some more boxes. "In two days I'll be out of here on a train."

"Oh wow. I....Hadn't thought of that...Maybe somewhere else can use a hero too?"

She chuckled. "Maybe."......She slowly looked back to her. "Hey, Sweetie. If it's not too personal can I ask you something?" She blinked at Cookie but nodded. "Do you have anyone special here or a home?" .....She shook her head no again. "Then why stay here? You can come with me on the train."

"What?," the little girl asked wide eyed.

"Why not? I don't have anyone to ride it with, and I don't think staying here would be good for either of us. You don't have to say yes, and I'll respect you if you say no of course. Just thought I'd extend a friendly offer to a little girl who needs a hand."

They...continued to stare at one another in the silence other than the rain beating down on the roof...before eventually the girl looked down to her plate with a hum. "Eh. I'll think about it. No promises though."

Cookie chuckled before patting her head again and turning to the doorway. "Well you think about it then while I wash those old clothes of yours. You're free to spend the night on the couch, wouldn't want you caught up in the rain. I can't guarantee it's as comfy as a bed but it's probably a lot better than a rock." She stopped in the doorway all of a sudden before turning. "Oh. By the way. I don't think I caught your name. I don't really think it's 'Mustache Girl', so can you tell me what it really is?"

The girl stared at her STUNNED. As if no one had even given her the time of day to even think to ask that of her. After another silent moment she turned her face back to the food. And mumbled out one word no human could hear under her breath but thanks to her good hearing she heard her speak it. "Muriel."

...Cookie smiled. "Well, Muriel. I believe it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Surprisingly the little girl hadn't ran away the next morning and Cookie smiled seeing her trudge into the kitchen groggy for breakfast she was happy to cook for her. My my. And without the obviously FAKE mustache glued to her face. As promised she had washed and repaired the little girl's clothes from before and while Muriel was suspicious still, she seemed to mellow out around the calm kitty. Especially since she was keeping her belly full and head out of the rain. When two days had gone by and she was ready to leave she found Muriel right behind her. And more so the little girl who was no older than the alien held her paw the whole time and head down to keep from being noticed. The poor dear. Well long story short they both made it onto the train and out of Mafia Town thank GOODNESS. Although the train ride all the way there to a western like town in the middle of the desert with a giant movie studios around it. There were a couple businesses surrounding the studios along with housing and lots of birds living there. By some miracle of luck Cookie had enough money to afford a small house where they stayed and found some odd and end jobs to keep them afloat during the duration of the time before the small alien came back and she was excited to see the small youngster again. Enough to buy a teleport watch this time and go see her. And thus the next stage of her life began. She would visit the little aliens often. Finding them more and more adorable and became a somewhat mother figure to them, making and leaving them food, maybe tidying up a bit for them, and sometimes she'd even bring Muriel. Bow was the first one to fully forgive her bless her heart but Hattie needed more time. Now they got to the stage where they were more frenemies but it was better than full on hating each other and (after hearing the whole story) she had a very long talk with Muriel and had her apologize to them both and promise she'd never take another time piece again. Small but it was a start. She also met the girls' 'Not' BFF. A ghost. An honest to Subcon sixteen foot purple noodle like ghost. Sometimes he was there reading a book and waiting for the two to show up from wherever they went and she would say hi but that was it. But the strangest thing was that he always stole the bacon she brought whenever she tried to cook a dish with it on the ship. Annoyed her to bits but she didn't feel like dealing with a ghost on top of her other problems. Which was finding a job. She did manage to find ONE which was around the time the two girls came back. A cook on a cruise ship who desperately needed one. One call with the number presented in the ad and she had gotten the job! Ecstatic she packed and prepared for Muriel to be watched in that time but tragedy struck before she could even leave for her new job. It was all over the news and everything. The ship went down on it's last cruise. Which left her without a job. Again. Now what were they gonna do? Days went by and she'd still visit the little aliens and cook for them, sometimes she'd even see them around the town and Studios. She must've let it slip that she was having hardships because she'll never forget how that little alien helped her out. One day she was just minding her own business when there was a knock at the door and of course she opened it. Standing on the other side was none other than a moon penguin but not any penguin she'd ever seen before. He looked flashy with big sunglasses and shiny clothes and afro haircut.

"Good Evenin', Darling!," he spoke in a loud and boisterous but happy tone, "I am looking for a fabulous Ms. Cookie. Might the lady of the house be in?"

"Oh. That would be me."

"Excellent! Mind if I come in?"

"Oh. Sure. Have a seat over there."

Muriel and herself was confused as to why a moon penguin was here of all places. The bird made himself at home and introduced himself has Mr. DJ Grooves. ONE OF THE DIRECTORS AT DEAD BIRD STUDIOS!! And he heard from a little alien that cooking was one pecking good cook. He needed a side gig as he called it to help wrack in views and sales. Something simple yet practical. Friendly for all ages. And a cooking show like the little alien suggested was EXACTLY what he needed! It..It must've been some trick right?..Wrong! Mr. Grooves was as serious as a Mafia was stubborn and he happily accepted. The inside of the studios was amazing! She'd never seen so many penguins and props all in one place and the kitchen area set up for her had EVERYTHING she needed! Her heart was back to being happy! Although she was a little nervous to be explaining her recipes and talking to the camera her persistence came through. the show...WAS. A. HIT! Not at first. After five episodes, one per week, she had a few penguins and owls complimenting her for her excellent recipe on birdseed pancakes and her creative use on using no eggs. Which eventually grew into a whole fanbase world wide. Mr. Grooves couldn't be happier either. He never treated her any different than a penguin because she was a cat and seemed ok around Muriel, he was the kindest boss she could ever ask for. Everything was going great. She even got to set up her own small Nyakuzian themed restaurant right across from the studios. It was going so well. Until she met ...HIM that is. Going in only to film one show a week and with the other director being so busy she hadn't ever ran into him before now. She knew there were two directors in the studios and hadn't thought much of it. She just walked into the studios one day to film excited to show the world her famous salted caramel sushi dish when she got into the studios she was in for quite a sight.

"ARE YE MAD!? YE LET A CAT INTO MY STUDIO!?"

She had walked into both directors arguing. Mr. Grooves looking calm and who must've been Mr. Conductor. She had known of him, seen pictures of him, and had seen many of his movies which honestly were pretty good to watch. And now she was watching these two arguing with the Conductor yelling at high volumes at Mr. Grooves who held up a single flipper.

"Calm down, Darling. She's a lovely lady and what do you mean 'your' studio? It happens to belong to the both of us, Conductor."

"Oh yeah!? WELL WHY DIDN'T YA THINK TA TELL ME 'BOUT THAT CAT!? THEY'RE NOTHIN' BUT TRRRRROUBLE!!"

"That's a hateful stereotype. And as the one who hired her, I don't need to tell you anything. You're not her boss. Besides what's it to you? I don't demand to know whenever you get a new hire, Conductor."

"IT'S A CAT!! THEY'RE THE MOST ROTTEN, DASTARDLY, NO GOOD, THIEVIN' PEC-"

"COOKIE!! DARLING!!" Conductor was interrupted by Mr. Grooves throwing out a flipper to wave at her and turn to her, the Conductor's head turning to follow his gaze- And he froze as Cookie approached. "There's my star right on scheduale as usual! I'm hungry for some views so I hope you brought some fabulous food!"

" But of course. I always come prepared!" She blinked looking towards Conductor and blinked at him..before frowning a bit at what he said. "Oh..And you must be Conductor. I heard a lotta 'bout you." Best to be polite in this situation.

Despite her smile the owl-..bird-..man scoffed and crossed his arms. "I can't believe ye let 'er in without even a backrrround check! How do ya know she's nah thief!? You must be the world's biggest PECK NECK or those glasses fog ye vision if ye make such a nah good descision!"

Now that made her frown. More than that. Scowl. What had she done to this man to make him say such a thing to her!? They didn't even know each other and already he was making assumptions about her again. It was like this all her life. Again and again and again now. Something snapped and she decided to give this owl a piece of her mind.

"Excuse me? Thief!? Who ever said I was a thief!? That's a lot ta accuse someone o' when you don't even know them, SIR!!" Conductor opened his mouth but it was closed when the cat his height stepped forward and poked him in the chest her voice raising up. "No decent owl accuses someone who they just met a thief! If ya think this is appropriate behavior of an owl you're age then you're sadly mistaken! How DARE you make such accusations!!" He opened his mouth again. "QUIET!! I WON'T ALLOW YOU TO USE SUCH VILE LANGUAGE TO DESCRIBE ME!!"

"Bu-Bu-but-"

"Maybe some folks let ya get away with that but I don't care!!" She took more steps towards him backing him up until his back bumped against the front desk. "Ya don't even know all the hard work and set backs ah had ta endure 'cuz of small minded people like yourself think ah'm nothin' but a thief when they don't even know me! I would NEVER steal something after all the opportunities that was stolen from me! So maybe you should think about that 'fore ya insult someone again! What if someone called you a bad director or your movies were absolute garbage!? And don'tcha DARE insult Mr. Grooves! He's done nothin' to ya! If you can't respect him as your rival then the least you could do is respect him as another person in your profession. As far as I've seen he's been nothin' but polite and kind to everyone and considering he's not in mah face yellin' like a baby bird for his mama!" Her face was inches away from his now as she scowled and he gulped. Face turning red and feathers puffing up slightly from their closeness. "Now if ya'll excuse me-" She turned on her heel away from her to start stepping towards the Penguins' side of the studios. "-Ah have a show to run and some sushi rolls to caramel dip! Have a nice day, Mr. Conductor."

More silence settled around the entire place as Conductor dropped his jaw and the only sound that came out of him was something that sounded like 'A-Ah...ah..ah ah ah.....' in a stuttery way. Mr. Grooves's eyes were wide watching the cat disappear...before laughing a deep but loud laugh that filled the room with an almost joyful mood. That seemed to snap the Conductor from his trance and glared in the laughing penguin's direction.

After a moment, Mr. Grooves stopped and turned his gaze up to Poppy with a smile. "Darling! I never could've said that any better than how she did!"

"Wh-Wh-Who w-was even that!?"

"THAT was Ms. Cookie but don't let that little spat fool you. She's as sweet as candied birdseed." He reached over to pat his shoulder before Mr. Grooves also turned to follow after Cookie. "I'd love to stay and chat more, Conductor Dear, but I'm afraid she's not the only one with a scheduale to keep. I'll catch you later."

"Hmph!" He huffed crossing his arms still red faced as he disappeared. "Cat person p-peckneck....*sigh*...W-What a woman."

[rustdream]

Hecc yea I saw @promisedangel‘s roleswap au for AHIT  

and I just really like it sooo I wanted to make some ideas for it! Part 1 of I don’t know how many maybe like 2?? Anyways tho they be under the cut

General: Mustache Kid uses small bombs with varied abilities, and requires different powders to create them(as Hat Kid’s hats required yarn to forge).

Hat Girl’s future was caused because a child claiming to be there in the name of justice had set forth a series of events that led to the unwinding of reality itself. When she was sent back in time, she had believed that it was Mustache Kid that commenced these events and as such, set forth to undo everything she did. However, this caused an alternate bad future where she becomes a dictator. After the events of the Base Game, she can be found in a nice hut on the islands near Mafia Town pondering what to do now.

Once Hat Girl was sent backwards, she isn’t able to get back. This was because it was believed that when she fixed the timeline, there would be no need for her to go back in time, thus causing her to be brought back by a strange paradox. Since she wasn’t brought back, she’s trying to figure out what this means.

While Mustache Kid is for reckless justice and generally has a childish view on the matter, Hat Girl wishes to instill rules and laws to prevent these things from occurring, and has a very mature view on it, even if it borders on tyrannical. They are two sides of the same coin, and when pulled to their extremes, both can be very bad.

Hat Girl is from an organization where they go to different realities and times to fix potential catastrophes and paradoxes. She was hired particularly because she’s small enough to be nimble and has the ability to double jump. Keep in mind that they only interfere if it meant certain doom for the universe, or if it was an acopolyase scenario.

The kid that causes the calamity? They haven’t arrived in this timeline yet.

Mafia Town, or called Calico Isles: The Mafia are actually referred to as “Wrong Wallies” by CC and her fans. This is due to how she portrays them in her cooking show. While the Mafia can cook extremely well, they are blackmailed/threatened into intentionally cooking terribly in her show, so that her food looks wonderful in comparison. The person that gets this role a lot is their leader, who’s actual name IS Wallace. This usually happens in the beginning of the episode, where she states the dish she’ll be ‘preparing’(it’s actually cooked by the Mafia’s leader, for an extra dosage of irony), before the Mafia come in with extremely exaggerated accents about how they made the better dish whilst showing the intentionally terrible meal.  There are many cats on this island! Though most of them are cats you won’t see elsewhere (sphinxes, grey cats, etc), though some of the Nyakuza cats are there as well. As you can tell, all of them are fans of CC and her show, and tend to bully the Wallies when they see them. Now granted, it’s more of a passive aggressive kind that Mustache Kid can break with words.  After Mustache Kid vows to help the Wallies revolt against their feline threat, the food stalls are usable as a mechanic. Before, they would simply be dialogue events with comedic bad food, meant to be a reverse advertisement of CC’s show (and food line) by saying, “This man’s food is bad, but mine is great”. However, after this level, the Wallies will open up a secret business, where they will give her extremely tasty food that gives her a status boost (admittedly with pons involved). Kinda like the Nyakuza food stalls, but with fancy well-made meals instead of normal fast food.

There are advertisements everywhere, usually making fun of the Wallies(and eventually Mustache Kid) and portraying herself as an homely mother being wrongly insulted by immature unskilled sore losers.

Cooking Cat can be quite dangerous in battle, which is how she was able to threaten the Wallies in the first place.

She retains her homely country bumkin nature, although she is a lot more condescending and willing to play dirty.

Battle of the Birds:

The C.A.W Agents are still relatively the same, and are even involved in some of the Injustices Mustache Kid has to fix. Whether it’s in their favor or not varies greatly, as some of them take bribes.

DJ Peck actually has some musicals! They are generally more upbeat, and involve cliché but extremely fun stories.

Mustache Kid has a variety of movies to star in;

On DJ Peck’s end, there’s a good ol’ western, where she has to save her ‘brother’(actually an Owl doing a bad kid voice) from a gang of hungry eagles who want to use him as a ransom for her ‘dad’(a cardboard cutout). And then ya got, of course, the musical I was talking about! These are levels that go to the beat, and usually involve some snazzy tricks whilst dodging obstacles to the beat.

Conductor Grooves end has a drama, where Mustache Kid has to help a struggling dancer out of retirement in this heart warming film(mostly tasks involving helping said dancer). And a romance, where instead of being a main character, she is a side character who’s goal is to rig a series of events in order to match make a working joe who wishes to achieve his dream of groovy beats, and a celebrity dancer who’s come to the lesser city.

Co-op + Deathwish

Bow Kid and Timmy are of course, swapped! But in different ways; Bow Kid is scrapped! Joking, there’s actually gonna be a weird idea I’ll mention her in later, but for now Timmy Time!

Timmy is now Cap Chap, and has a rustic chimney sweep-esque feel to him, as he was one of the extremely few people who had survived Subcon Forest’s hostile take over by the Matriarch. He had kept himself hidden away from everyone around him, as he was terrified that he would be hung and burned for not listening to weird strict rules. However, when seeing Mustache Kid correct the wrong injustices that the Matriarch had committed, he was inspired to help. So mustering up all his courage, he had helped correct one of the biggest injustices that she had brought on. The Prince. He had taken advantage of her busyness (fixing all the damage Mustache Kid did and all) to help the Prince escape from the mansion (though it caused the poor boy to get burned badly) to Mustache Kid’s spaceship. He helps Mustache Kid out in both fixing her spaceship as well as with the ‘Death Wishes’ of this AU.

Cap Chap is an inventor! He was the assistant of a skilled mechanic in the Subcon Kingdom before everything got burned down and all.

Mustache Kid finds Cap Chap whilst he is fixing one of the computers in her ship, which beforehand was simply a running gag with it not searching the right results, or outright messing up the ship! He rambles to her about how he’s a fan, and about the whole story of he and Prince’s escape.

Now, the Death Wish in this AU is not started by the Matriarch. Mainly because she wouldn’t want to waste her time with a supposedly violent person, humoring her impulsive behavior. Plus, she has a kingdom to fix the damages of after all. Instead, it’s the Prince, who had finally snuck out (with Cap Chap’s helps as well as MU having wreaking the barriers when she had visited him Mid-game) He can be found after every chapter is complete, after interacting with Cap Chap. He hides in the pillow pool in MU’s room, reading some of the law books that she had stored on her bed. Upon interacting with him, he panics and begs for her not to alert the Matriarch that he’s on the spaceship. After reassuring him, he tells her about a bunch of fun games that they can play together, because they’re such wonderful best friends. Instead of intentionally dangerous contracts, they are actually games Cap Chap, MU, and Prince play together. The reason why they are dangerous is because he doesn’t understand how they can endanger the two kids, since it’s been literally years since he’s been out of the mansion interacting with people, as well as his occasional tantrums when he believes that the two are going to backstab him or when he becomes upset.

Of course, there are prizes! Hand made by the Prince, with an almost obsessive amount of effort put into them. From costumes to plush weapons.

Many of the Death Wish Levels are actually the three of them playing pretend/board games, with MU’s imagination involved.

   Yeeeeaah I might add more but for right now, this is enough

[clad-in-sunshine]

[ID: A picture of my character, Mey. The left half is a woman with long hair and a neutral expression drawn in pencil. Her right side is split into three rectangular blocks that are bolder, drawn with pen, showing the right side of animals: the first is a lion; the second an owl; and the third a wolf. Around them are hawthorn flowers. End ID]

[ID: A drawing of my character Fearn. On the left side a fern, and on the right of it emerges the right side of a cat's face. From the side of that are three profiles, getting darker, and moving towards a more human shape.]

[ID: A digitally sketched outline of a woman in white lines. She's smiling a little, has long hair, and is holding a bow. Behind her is a photograph of a sunset. End ID]

My friend, @shaheenarnitipsyart​ (Instagram link here) drew all this incredible art of my OCs from a narrative poem I wrote just under a year ago. I plan to write more about them, but for now I’ve edited and rewritten bits of the poem itself, to improve on it. It’s fun noticing where I’ve improved. Also thought to record myself reading it, for accessibility.

Wandering Kind

Ellen, she was a wandering kind her spirit aching to be freed from duties that would her confine and now, she thought she’d found the key

So she journeyed, through the trees to the dwelling of a faerie gay Who could set her from her duties free that she might travel the world, away

Into the dark, she raced ahead over leaves that snapped like jaws The plants they swiped her as she fled, gripping tight to her chestnut horse

Eventually she came unto a twisted house: abandoned, torn Yet a sign of life - it lay in view: a fishing line that clothes adorned

Rolling fog around her drew; all sound banished from the night Thoughts, it seemed, were muffled too, then a figure bounded into sight

It landed softly on the ground - a lithe young cat; then bigger still until as a bear it turned around Its eyes were heavy, anger filled

From its mouth a voice did roar: Cracked the air with every word “How come you to my front door? “Are you here, by hatred stirred?”

Boldly then young Ellen moved; from reeling horse did swiftly leap “Fear not, by me you are not loathed- I met one who does your secrets keep

“He told me an exchange to make: for they would have me married be - to one whom I ne'r love nor like, but with your help, that I might flee”

The bear stepped back; it lifted high ‘til on it’s own hind quarters held Then ‘tween two breaths he gave a sigh; him now a man: the bear dispelled

A solid face like oaken bark, and hair like weeping willow worn Upon his chest he bore a mark like a bow; string tightly drawn

He turned and pulled some linen down, wrapping ‘round his torso bare Without a tie or buckle bound, holding tight as he stepped near

“You know my Jack?” he asked of her “then a friend to you I’ll surely be, but I don’t see him with you here, did he not guide you to me?”

His voice rang out as if a song: it danced and moved the air between, to fall then gently, ears upon, warmer than the sun at e'en

Warmed, she took from her waistband: a letter writ from Jack to him She pressed it in the faerie’s hand and his face did soften then

Once he’d read, with gentle eyes he smiled, then broader to a grin “To help you out I can devise, a plan of sorts, but then again -

"I can’t control those human whims such as to wish you to be wed Unless you ask a task so grim: I’ll hunt them down and leave them dead.”

But Ellen asked a different thing, and happily he would comply But to kill the Faerie king - he charged her then, at least to try

Then from his chest the mark he pulled and like a shadow so it formed 'til it could manifest so bold: A wooden bow of body born

She took the wondrous bow in hand and on her fell a strange unease. It seemed to shift, and move around, despite the absence of a breeze

He gave no arrows with the bow, and before she could breathe her thought he reached behind him, bending low and from his back a quiver brought

“This bow of mine is strong and true; the arrows made from mine own heart And when the arrow pierces through, my heart, through his, shall play its part

"You should not afear his wrath, though he can strike a mighty blow If you eat nought along your path - his power wanes, and yours will grow”

It’s then her fingers to her lips, and she aloud did whistle high To her side her horse came thus and she mounted up, away to ride

The bow behind her led the way 'Twas as the faerie by her side And there was nought led her astray ‘til beyond the woods the tower spied

But before the tower was a town: the dwellings there both strange and quaint A sumptuous feast spread out around, and at her heart clawed hunger, want

The bow it morphed to fiddle fine, and with a song it graced the air It sang of trees and summertime; of fae folk joined in mirth and cheer

Then in song did Ellen join as so she went, the food untouched The singing kept her spirit warmed: her fortitude remained unmatched

Then at the tower’s base did stand and from her travelling pack she took, some rope, as woven by her hand; turned her head to upwards look

The tower dwarfed her, tall and dark, bleak though sunlight drenched the stone Below it, Ellen surveyed her task before the fortress, stood alone

Then from the quiver an arrow brought which to the rope she firmly tied And the looming tower, she feared it not, despite the king that lay inside

The bow she raised, and arrow drew: Pulled tight and strong before she loosed And through the air the arrow flew; like a dragonfly, the window chased

It whirled and spun, cut through the air until its destination found It turned and lodged in firmly there: rope hung and swayed above the ground

Then Ellen in her hands did hold the rope that waved before her face And forcefully, with courage bold she tugged it thrice; it held its place

“Wait here, friend” she bid her horse as she upon the tower stepped Began her climb with barest pause- in hand the rope so tightly gripped

Hand and foot were moved with ease She made her way, 'til with a start a bird did fly out from the trees: It dived at her, her hands to part

Then suddenly, without a sound the bow it stretched from on her back it spread and curved out, all around, ‘til the bird’s own snapping beak did break

The bird repelled, she did resume shoulders straining with the force And soon she climbed into a room more comfortable than her own house

All around were colours bright Blinding 'gainst the darker stone She noticed then, within her sight a forlorn figure: curled; alone

“That’s my brother’s bow you bear, have you been sent to set me free? I feared that he had left me here, it’s been so long since him I’ve seen.”

Her voice it murmured, barely reached to fall upon young Ellen’s ears Yet a familiar pattern to her speech, it brought Elinor’s eyes to tears

For where the brother’s voice was warm Hers it strained, retreated, fell She found she reached out with her arms, and this young woman within them held.

A careful moment passed, then two. and leaning back, she spoke betwixt “Your brother’s quest led me to you: I must slay the king, my life to fix”

Reaching hands caressed the bow; and a smile to her face was brought “Come quick, the king lies down below but first to beat him - here’s a thought.

"A curse 'pon me, in prison high that I should ne'er my powers see But if we go where the spell does lie, from aching binds I might be freed”

The bow drawn back; the door then struck It splintered, cracked and fell with ease Through they stepped, and down did look- a dreary light; an upwards breeze

The two then turned; ahead they crept - as fast as foot could fall, step, by step, by step, by step, ‘til they stood before a door.

Ellen turned the handle then thrust it open, and she saw. A room. Far darker than she’d seen before.

There lay a light, all in the centre: the smallest glow, bathed in the black Says the girl “this place, I cannot enter, You must traverse it for my sake”

So striding forward, Ellen went the darkness all around her sealed The air was heavy, burned and bent and twisted all that she did feel.

Until the glowing light did reach her body barely brought her breath but then she moved - the glow to breach and with her blade she broke it. Swift.

From the shards erupted out a spectral shape, then winding through Until the doorway it did meet Unto the sister, shadow flew.

It entered there upon her brow, stained and stirred her unmarred head and from that point a shape did grow till her form into the air it bled

It coalesced 'fore Ellen’s eyes Gathered to an unknown shape And then it jumped, began to fly Above her head: an owl grey

“Come, let us go” she called out then, landing soft on Ellen’s arm, but she had barely spoken, when: A sound did ring out loud and clear;

A voice that set their hearts to fear;

A discordant hum drew ever near;

An echo that did lock them here-

'Til sudden did the king appear.  

Him past the door - in anger flew, then from his thigh a hammer drew the room he lit and traveled through as the space about, around them grew it spread and swelled, 'til they could view…

A quiet clearing laid with dew.

There they stood, in clearing then as the sun it blazed so high and 'twas as though trees knelt for him their branches dipped and bowed close by

And all about the air was still: made room for frenzied king to cry He yelled and into silence spilled, as his body strained and writhed

The twisting hammer in his hand it snaked its way unto his chest it sank beneath his writhing skin and from it then a glow did spread

Then the king he shifted in the space - all as a dragon he did roar And Ellen then her legs did brace as dragon’s breath, it blew a storm

Upon his breath these words did sound: “Mey, my heart! How dare you leave?! I gave you the finest things around! What must I do to win your love?”

As the words slipped from his tongue boldly then the owl proclaimed “I am Mey, and you’re undone - for from your lips I take my name!”

And she has flown, above the field changed to hawthorn: razor sharp And to his scaled body dropped; drove her branches; wrapped him up

The dragon changed beneath her binds, and Ellen now in anger flew She in her hand the bow did find: and against the string an arrow drew

The arrow carved through shifting limb and embedded in the soft green earth but all his limbs did vanish then into a body now of slimmer girth

Not dragon, but a serpent large - it slipped away, and fangs did bare With striking speed the snake did charge to Ellen’s arm, it fastened there

Then Mey became a lion fierce She pounced upon the biting thing and from the teeth that held in place The viper tore: split mouth and fang

The bow then changed all in her grip It twisted, wrapped her arm around An arrow then, as sword did flow from palm, prepared to strike him down

'Tween Mey’s teeth the snake did shrink 'til he fell to ground beneath And raised again; as man did smirk Naught but blood where had lain teeth

Then his feet began to swell His skin did stretch, his bones did too His lips they curled; the blood it fell - hit the grass, to stain the dew

Then Mey she grew, and matched for size and strange enough, did Ellen too 'Til all of them as giants rise and none of them the ground could view

The fight then shook the very air - as giants struck, blow for blow, Until but two were standing there and the King he fell to ground below

He fell so slow that it did seem that time had ceased to do its work Until he landed, as if a dream then from the fall the world did quake

Panting, bleeding they did crouch and shrunk unto their normal size Until so close that they could touch the whites around the giant’s eyes

They walked across him, to his chest as the king did bellows make Holding the bow, now as it was Ellen offered it for Mey to take

But Mey, away the bow did turn - Says “You cannot this offer give, for the faerie king is only slain by a mortal with a faerie gift”

Then Ellen, passion in her eyes did turn unto his beating breast And held the bow; drawn and poised Pulled tighter still, then arrow leased

From the wound dug in his heart, a sound like thunderstorm did draw The arrow where the skin did part, then changed to block the gaping maw

Still the clouds fell all around, and like a hurricane, wind flew They held on tight until they found no corpse beneath - they fell below

Now on the ground, young Ellen ‘mazed as all about - the walls they came Then in the tower found they laid, where they’d started, once again

'Twas with a sigh of bending wood, the arrows to her quiver went They passed her arm, wet with blood and as they did the wound did mend

Looking up to Mey’s own face she noticed then that it had changed Where human 'guise had been in place now features like her brother’s shaped

“Now come, you stranger, tell your name; for you know mine, and I not yours As I my life do owe to thee, although my brother was your cause”

“My name it is Elinor, but your life I do not need - It seems we had a common goal: From love’s cruel clutches to be freed”

To an owl again, then Mey did shift- of a size to let young Ellen ride And joyously held them aloft 'til down below her horse they spied

She mounted up, and rode for home While Mey, as wolf, ran by her side Upon the twisted house they came Saw the cat, with Jack beside

And there as these two friends did speak a smile broke out on wolfish face For Mey into a run did break: on her two feet approached the place

“Fearn!” She cried - to her he leapt, changing quick from cat to man Before her then Fearn almost wept lips spread wide by glowing grin

He threw her clothing from the line, wrapped some more about his waist then to each of them did turn and for each introductions made

Mirth and joy around them grew: it filled the air, and in them welled The siblings - reunited, now stood by two friends, their wants fulfilled

One final task before them lay 'twas of Fearn for Ellen’s wish As such his hand upon her placed whereupon her skin did shift

She felt a buzzing through her bones and there in place did shake and lift 'til in another form she rose Now as a lively horse most swift

She danced and sprung in great delight Changed her form again, again Until as a human bright once more did she appear to them

“And of your other wish,” said he, “that much was done 'fore you returned, When I felt you slay the king, for me - had gold and jewels sent to your home”

Elinor felt her word at ease now all her problems, they were solved She would - to wealth - ne'er wedded be yet family would not want for gold

And though the prince could her confine, she would ne'er as captive lie For she would make the world her home: Content to swim, to bound, or fly. *

Ellen, she is a wandering kind, and her spirit cried out to be freed from duties that would her confine That was, until she found the key

For she sought out Fearn, beyond the trees and when she helped his sister, Mey He set her from her duties free And now she travels the world,

Away.

[arovolutionary]

Wandering Spirit

A few people seemed interested in reading my first attempt at an epic poem, so here’s the finished thing!

I think it subverted a few romantic tropes nicely, and all the (good) characters (fae and human) are aro in my mind. I hope you enjoy reading it - I’m pretty proud of it honestly. The title’s not great (or definite), but I’m bad at titles so... yeah.

Warning: it’s very long, and uses old fashioned English since it’s inspired by some of my favourite folk ballads (kudos if you can guess the main inspiration). I’m also British, which will affect how it reads and how words are spelled.

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The night was long, the road was dark Wet leaves bore the moon’s soft light Young Ellen rode with a warrior’s heart; A serpent’s grace; a lion’s might

E'er the wandering spirit was she For she’d heard here dwelled a faerie gay Might set her from her duties free “That I may travel the world, away”

‘Twas with that thought she came unto A twisted house: abandoned, torn Yet a sign of life - it lay in view Full line of linen of the window born

A fog rolled in, and silence drew All sound was gone from in the night Thoughts, it seemed, were muffled too When a figure leapt before Elinor’s sight

It landed softly on the ground - A lithe young cat; then bigger still Until as a bear it turned around It’s eyes were heavy, anger filled

From its mouth a voice did roar: Sound shook the air with every word “How come you to my front door?! As none should be - am I not feared?”

Boldly then young Ellen moved; From her turning horse did lithely spring “Fear not, by me you are not loathed- I met one for whom you like to sing”

“He told me an exchange to make: for they would have me married be - to one whom I ne'r love nor like, but you might be one to help me flee”

The bear stepped back; it lifted high 'Til on it’s own hind quarters held And 'tween two breaths he gave a sigh Him now a man: the bear dispelled

His face it was as oaken bark His hair like weeping willow worn 'Pon his bare body was a mark Like bow and arrow, tightly drawn

He turned around, and linen grasped Then about his naked body wrapped The clothing that in his hands was clasped; Which held there then, though 'twas not strapped

“You know my Jack?” He asked of her “Then to me a friend you’ll surely be But why is he not with you here? It’s him who I would like to see.”

His voice rang out as if a song: It hung and danced the air between To fall then gently, ears upon, Warmer than the sun at e'en

She stepped up quick, her eyes were kind As she from her pocket took A letter writ in Jack’s own hand And gave it o'er for him to look

His face grew fond as he did read 'Til suddenly aloud did say “I’d like to help you as you plead, But my magic doesn’t work that way”

“I can’t control the whims of men Who would ask you to be wed Unless your task is grimmer then: I’ll call on them and leave them dead”

She asked of him a different aid And he was happy to comply But that a quest by her be made - He had to ask, and she would try

From his chest the bow he pulled And like a shadow so it formed 'Til it could manifest as told: A solid weapon of body born

She took the wondrous bow in hand As he explained, with care, her part She was to find the faerie king - To force an arrow through his heart

There were no arrows with the bow, And before she could but breathe her thought He reached behind him, moving slow And from his back a quiver brought

“This bow of mine is strong and true; The arrows made from mine own heart And when the arrow pierces through My heart, through his, will play its part”

“You should not afear his wrath Although his skill is mighty large If you eat nought along your path His power wanes; your strength will charge”

It’s then her fingers to her lips, As she aloud did whistle high, To her side her horse came thus And she mounted up, away to ride

Bow at her back, it led the way 'Twas as the faerie by her side And there was nought led her astray As through the woods a tower spied

Before the tower was a town: Its dwellings there were strange and quaint There was a feast spread out around, And at her heart clawed hunger, want

The bow it sang, and Ellen joined - As so she went, the food untouched Then past the town to tower moved: Her fortitude remained unmatched

She at the tower’s base did stand And from her travelling pack she took Some rope, as woven by her hand To an arrow tied, and up did look

The building there was tall, and dark Yet sunlight bounced upon the stone The rising light behind her back It framed her shape - through black hair shone

The bow she raised, the arrow drew Pulled tight and strong before she loosed And through the air the arrow flew Like a dragonfly, the window chased

It whirled and spun through the air Until its destination found It turned and lodged in firmly there: Rope hung and swayed above the ground

Then Ellen in her hands did hold The rope that danced before her face It was forcefully, with courage bold She tugged it thrice; it held its place

“Wait here, my friend” she bid her horse As she upon the tower stepped Began her climb with barest pause- In hand the rope was tightly gripped

Hand and foot were moved with ease; She made her way, 'til with a start A bird did fly out from the trees: It dived at her, her hands to part

Then suddenly, without a sound The bow did stretch from on her back It spread and curved 'til all around, The bird’s own clawing reach did break

The bird repelled, she did resume Shaded by the shielding force 'Twas soon she climbed into a room More comfortable than her own house

All around were colours bright Blinding 'gainst the darker stone She noticed then, within her sight A forlorn figure: curled; alone

“That’s my brother’s bow you bear. Have you come to set me free? I feared that he had left me here, It being so long since him I’ve seen.”

Her voice it murmured, barely reached To fall upon young Ellen’s ears Yet a familiar pattern to her speech, It brought Elinor’s eyes to tears

For where the brother’s voice was warm, Hers it strained, retreated, fell She found she reached out with her arms, And this young woman within them, held.

A cautious moment passed, then two. Leaning back, she spoke betwixt “Your brother’s quest led me to you: I slay the king; my life to fix”

Searching hands then found her bow; A smile to the face was brought “Come quick, the king lies down below But first to beat him - here’s a thought.”

“A curse 'pon me, in prison high That I should ne'er my powers see But if we go where the spell doth lie, From the binds I might be freed”

The bow was drawn; the door was struck It splintered, cracked and fell with ease Through they stepped, and down did look- A dreary light; an upwards breeze

The sister turned; Ellen followed - As fast as go could she Step by step, as foot allowed Until a darkened room they see

There was a light, all in the centre: The smallest glow, bathed in black “This place is such I cannot enter, You must venture for my sake”

So striding forward, Ellen went The darkness seemed to engulf she The air was heavy, burned and bent It twisted all that she did feel

Until the glowing light did reach her body barely brought her breath but then she moved - the glow to breach and with her blade she broke it. Swift.

From the ruined glow erupted out A spectral shape, then winding through Until the doorway it did meet; Unto the sister, shadow flew.

It entered there upon her brow, Painted 'cross her unmarred head And from that point a shape did grow Till her form into the air it bled

It coalesced 'fore Ellen’s eyes Gathered to a new known shape And there it jumped, began to fly Above her head; an owl grey

“Come, let us go” she called out then, Landing soft on Ellen’s arm But she had barely spoken, when:

A sound did ring out loud and clear; A voice that set their hearts to fear; A discordant hum drew ever near; An echo that did lock them here- 'Til sudden did the king appear.

Him past the door - in anger flew, Then from his thigh a hammer drew The room he lit and travelled through As the space about, around them grew It spread and swelled, 'til they could view…

A quiet clearing laid with dew.

The king he shifted in the space - All as a dragon he did roar And Ellen then her legs did brace As dragon’s breath, it blew a storm

Upon his breath these words were found: “Mey, my jewel! How could you leave? I gave finer things from world around! What must I do to win your love?”

As the words slipped from his tongue Boldly then she did proclaim “I am Mey, and you’re undone - For from your lips I take my name!”

And she has changed, upon the field To a hawthorn: razor sharp And to his scaled body leaped Drove her branches, wrapped him up

The dragon changed beneath her binds, And Ellen now in anger flew She in her hand the bow did find: Against the string an arrow drew

The dragon - now a serpent large - It slipped away, and fangs did bare With strange speed the snake did charge To Ellen’s arm, it fastened there

Then Mey became a lion fierce She pounced upon the biting thing And from the teeth that held in place The viper tore: split mouth and fang

The bow then changed all in her grip It twisted, wrapped her arm around An arrow then, as sword did flow From palm, prepared to strike him down

'Tween Mey’s teeth the snake did shrink 'Til he fell to ground beneath And raised again; as man did smirk Naught but blood where had lain teeth

Then his feet began to swell His skin did stretch, his bones did too His lips they curled; the blood it fell - Hit the grass, to stain the dew  

Then Mey she grew, and matched for size And strange enough, did Ellen too 'Til all of them as giants rise And none of them the ground could view

The fight then shook the very air - As giants struck, blow for blow, Until but two were standing there And the King he fell to ground below

He fell so slow that it did seem That time had given up its work Until he landed, as a dream And from the fall the world did quake

Panting, bleeding they did crouch And shrunk unto their normal size Until so close that they could touch The whites around the giant’s eyes

They walked on him, to his chest As the king did bellows make Holding the bow, now as it was She offered it, for Mey to take

But Mey, away the bow did turn - Says “You cannot this offer give, For the faerie king is only slain By a mortal with a faerie gift”

Then Ellen, passion in her eyes Did turn unto his beating breast And held the bow; drawn and poised Pulled tighter still, then arrow leased

From the wound dug in his heart, A sound like thunderstorm did draw The arrow where the skin did part, Changed to block the gaping maw

Still the clouds fell all around, And like a hurricane, wind flew They held on tight until they found No corpse beneath - they fell below

On the ground young Ellen mazed As all about - the walls they came Then in the tower found she laid, Where they’d started, once again

'Twas with a sigh of bending wood, The arrow to her quiver went It passed her arm, wet with blood And as it did the wound did mend

Looking up, to Mey’s own face She noticed then that it had changed Where human 'guise had been in place Now features like her brother’s shaped

“Now come, you stranger, tell your name; For you know mine, and I not yours As I my life do owe to thee, Though my brother was your cause”

“You may call me Elinor, But your life I do not need - It seems we had a common goal: From love’s cruel clutches to be freed”

Then to a bird Mey did shift- Of a size to let young Ellen ride And joyously held them aloft 'Til down below her horse they spied

She mounted up, and rode for home While Mey, as wolf, ran by her side Upon the twisted house they came Saw the cat, with Jack beside

And there as these two friends did speak A smile broke out on wolfish face For Mey into a run did break: On her two feet approached the place

“Fearn!” She cried - to her he leapt, Changing quick from cat to man Before her then Fearn almost wept Lips spread wide by glowing grin

He threw her clothing from the line, Wrapped some more about his waist Then to each of them did turn And for each introductions made

Mirth and joy around them grew: It filled the air, and in them welled The siblings - reunited, now Stood by two friends, their wants fulfilled

One final task before them lay 'Twas of Fearn for Ellen’s wish As such his hand upon her placed Whereupon her skin did shift

She felt a buzzing through her bones And there in place did shake and lift 'Til in another form she rose Now as a lively horse most swift

She danced and sprung in great delight Changed her form again, again Until as a human bright Once more did she appear to them

“And of your other wish” Said he, “That much was done 'fore you returned, When I felt you slay the king, for me - Had gold and jewels sent to your home”

Elinor felt her word at ease Since all her problems, they were solved She would - to wealth - ne'er wedded be Yet family would not want for gold

And though the prince could her confine, She would ne'er as captive lie For she would make the world her home: Content to swim, to bound, or fly.

E'er the wandering spirit was she, For she visited a faerie gay Who set her from her duties free And now she travels the world.

Away.

[queen-peck-neck]

Ahit: Shady Hallow

I decided to make a fan chapter for uhh lady winter~

Excuse my english, it’s hard for me ;; but I do hope it’s interesting.

Chapter stuff is under the read more :D

Shady Hallow

How to access the area: The Gallery, Open a painting that leads into a safe room.

Chapter Number: [To be determined]

Number of acts: 4

Number of Time Pieces in Level: 10

Number of timepieces needed: 25

Number of time rifts: 3

Number of Story books: 2

Number of Boss Fights: One Time rift boss and One Death wish boss.

Type of Level: Freeroam

Characters in this Chapter: Lady winter [The Lady], The conductor, Owls, Moon penguins, Nomads/Travelers, C.A.W Agents, Badge Seller, Tourist, A few Metro Cats, Mafia Goons and Town Villagers.

Enemies:

Mad Crows

Feisty Bats

Guard Bats. [These bats are only in lady winter’s home and bar. They protect the place.

Vampire Hunters/Hunters [only if attacked]

Shady Hallow’s Town Villagers:

Humans

Vampires

Dhampirs

Time Rifts:

Purple Time rift: The Old Manor

Purple Time rift: Happiness Found

Blue Time rift: The Bar

Description of the town: Shady Hallow is a quiet town that is in between the regions, Subcon forest and The Desert where Dead Bird Studio takes place. Much of the town's history is but a mystery to all but it’s a good place to go if you want to be alone with your thoughts for a while. There within the village lies on top of a hill there seems to be an old mansion that looks like time had its toll on the outside and the town seems to have a very busy bar around called “The Wistful Rose.” The buildings are very Victorian esque as well as the people there with their clothing. The humans there don’t seem to be fond with the vampires there but not everyone dislikes the children of the night.

Layout: The town is an open space to which hat kid can roam around. Meaning she can jump on rooftops, roam the streets, enter various buildings, and explore a little bit outside of the town

The Wistful Rose: This building is the town’s bar owned by The Vampire lady. The interior has a western gothic aesthetic, with big candle chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. There are a few towns villagers, owls, mafia goons, Metro cats,moon penguins and a few nomads all relaxing there enjoying the food and drinks there. You can find lady winter working at the bar if the bar happens to be open.

Clothing Parlor: This little building is an old Victorian clothing store. Here the player can get some hat and dye flairs. The store is a one story building with a grey paneling and a sign out front that says “Clothing Parlor” written in red. There is a few rows of clothing such as dresses, shirts, shoes, hats and the like. There is a counter and there stands a towns villager standing behind the register. They can provide hat kid some flairs in exchange of pons

The Forest: This is just one part outside of town. It seems to be a part of subcon but not quite, unlike subcon the place seems to have more life there despite it being fairly dark. There are mad crows,vampire hunters and feisty bats around there the player must be on the lookout for. Who knows what the forest hides.

The Flower Shop: This building has a white paneling with some vines along the side of it, some flowers outside of the store and a sign that simply says “The Flower Shop”. There are more flowers inside along with a few nomads and The badge seller in there. A rift token can be found in the back room.

The Sheriff's department: Every town must have its own form of law. This building looks like a typical sheriff's department but if it were stuck in the Victorian era. You can’t enter this building but you can see a town villagers outside of it speaking with one of the constables there.

Home Buildings: These buildings come in various shapes, size and colors. Some places you can enter and others you simply can’t. They are all in the Victorian Style.

The Pentecost Manor: This place is a big Victorian mansion that belongs to lady winter’s family. It overlooks the entire village, it looks old and worn on the outside but the inside it’s quite lovely even after the time that has past, It’s said that The Lady lives in that place to which she does, If she isn’t working at the time you can find her there. There is a rose bushes that surround the home and a path that leads into the forest. If one follows that path they can find two gravestones with the names Rosemary and William Pentecost. There is more rose bushes around.

Act One: The Wistful Rose

Time piece: One

Place: Lady winter’s Bar [The Wistful Rose]

Main Characters: Lady Winter [The Lady]

Minor: Mafia goons, Nomads, Owls, Moon penguins, Metro Cats, Towns villagers

Enemies: Feisty bats, Mad Crows,Guard Bats

Plot:

Hat kid finds herself in this strange town full of people she hadn't seen before. The kiddo looks around when she noticed an odd glow within one of the building windows. She decides to follow it. The child finds herself within a place full of people drinking and eating some food, But she can’t seem to find the timepiece anywhere.

“Excuse me dearie...are you lost?” Called out a soft spoken voice. Hat kid looks in the direction the voice came from and walks over to the woman. From what she sees is a white haired lady with pale skin,pointed ears, fangs,Pretty looking eyes, and a black rose in her hair and wears gothic styled clothing. She finds the woman quite curious looking as she hasn’t seen anyone like her before.

“You know a child shouldn’t be in this place but...are you ok dearie? You look a little confused. Did you lose your parents?” The lady speaks sounding a little worried. Hat kid only shakes her head insisting she is fine. The lady sighs before speaking again. “Well if you’re sure kid umm would ye like some food and water? You must be hungry if you came all this way” Hat kid nods as she was a little hungry.

It took a minute or so but that kiddo did get her food and water. While the child is eating The lady asks, “Sooo what brings ye around these parts Dearie?” Hat kid looks at her and explains she is looking for the time pieces. “Timepieces huh? You mean the strange glowing hourglass?” The lady asks. Hat kid nods excitedly.

“Hmmm I think I saw a few of these “Time Pieces” land around town, Perhaps I can be of assistance?” she suggests. Hat kid only smiles seeing that she’d love the help, This woman seems to be genuine with wanting to help her out but...with the last few people she met, she can’t be too sure as people have betrayed her because of these timepieces before.

“The First time piece I placed in the storage room in the back, tho...uhhh you have to find the key and get past my guard bats bats I have, So please be careful ok?” The said says before hat kid runs along to find the key. The key is upstairs in The lady’s little office like area on the desk. The kid finds it weird that there is a room like that in this place but hey maybe it’s where she takes care of import business. Then the hat child heads down to the storage room where she faces the guard bats and get through some parkour like stages. At the end of the level Hat kid can open up a chest and get the time Piece. Act 1 ends.

Act Two: The Town

Timepieces: Two

Place: Shady Hallows Village.

Main Characters: Lady Winter [The Lady], The Conductor.

Minor: Mafia goons, Nomads, Owls, Moon penguins, Metro Cats, Towns villagers, C.A.W Agents and The Tourist

Enemies: Feisty bats, Mad Crows

Plot:

After retrieving the first time piece hat kid returns to Shady Hallow seeing her spaceship detected more time pieces in the area. The kid decides Hat kid was surprised to see The Conductor there and he seems to be talking to The Lady as well. He seems to be genuinely happy for once, not his usual angry self. She decides to walk over to the two.

[If the player did The Arctic Cruise before Shady Hallow]

“Well it’s good tae see ye lassie! How have ye been? Especially after tae whole...errr cruise disaster…” He says.

[If player didn’t do The Arctic Cruise before Shady Hallow]

“Well it’s good tae see ye lassie! How have ye been?” He says

Hat kid smiles showing that she has been doing well then proceeds to ask what he is doing.

“Wot I am doin’? Well ye see lassie, I’m currently makin’ a film here, It’s going tae be an action mystery movie! And Lady Winterrr over ‘ere is gonnae help me out with tae film” He says pridefully. Hat kid looks confused for a moment before realizing he mentioned The Lady’s name. That’s a first since she doesn’t know everyone’s name whom she met prior.

“OH goodness!!” Lady Winter exclaims “How could I forget my manners, I’m Lady winter as Ducty mentioned~ I’m the Bartender in this town!~” she giggles a bit with a smile on her face. Hat kid only greets her and asks what role of the film she is going to play as

“Oh the villain of course~” she replies

“Aye yes, she rrreally good playing that role~” Conductor says, Before he can say anything else They are interrupted by an Express owl.

“U-uh...i’m sorry to butt in but...we have a problem” the owl stammers.

“.....Wot!!?!?!?!? WHAT TAE PROBLEM?!” conductor said raising his voice as of course this freaked him out.

“Welll...y-you see umm” the owl stammered again

“SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!!” conductor shouts.

“It’s seems like some p-props are stolen...s-sir” the owl said nervously?! “STOLEN?! ME PRRROPS ARE STOLEN?! YE OWLS HAD ONE JOB TAE WATCH THE PRRROPS WHILE I WAS OUT WITH WINTERRR!!....ugh ye owls are so darn useless” conductor said sounding very upset before sighing “I’m gonnae ‘ave a drrink” he storms off. Before hat kid can say anything lady winter places her hand on the kids shoulder

“Hmm I think the props could still be in town...perhaps while you explore you can find them, I’m going to check on conductor, but if you need anything you’ll know where to find me.” she says before going after conductor with concern in her face.

And thus Hat kid can explore Shady Hallow some more. She can find the missing props spread around the town, there are 5 in total. And if she gets all five she gets a little prize. As for exploration, Hat kid can look around the town to find secrets, lore and just enjoy the sights in the town. There are two timepieces in total in this level and the kid has to find them either indoors or outdoors. Once she collects one of them, the level ends. Once she gets the second one The Act ends.

Act Three: The Forest

Timepieces: Three

Place: Outside of Town.

Main Characters: Lady Winter [The Lady]

Minor: Nomads, Owls, and C.A.W Agents

Enemies: Hunters, Feisty bats, Mad Crows

Plot:

Hat kid decides to check up on lady winter as she has some questions. She enters the bar seeing as the place happens to be quite empty, well that’s a lie there is at least two, maybe more people but that doesn’t matter right now. Hat kid props herself up onto the bar stool and looks at the vampire lady.

“Huh? Oh hello there dearie? How are you?” Winter asked.

Hat kid smiles saying she is doing alright then asks her how she is doing.

“Oh me? Well i’m ok, tired ye know? But thanks for asking, I'm happy to hear you’re doing alright. Any luck finding those timepieces?” she asks. Hat kid tells her she did find a few but she needs to find some more. Lady winter nods and thinks for a moment.

“Hmmm, have you checked the forest out yet?” winter asks looking at the hatted child. Hat kid only shakes her head no and asks about the forest.

“Well the forest is a quiet yet dark place, and you should be very careful, there are creatures out there that would love to attack you. Also be careful of the hunters...they won’t bother you as long as you don’t attack them.” she informed. Hat kid only nods understanding what she means. After all she herself have been in a spooky forest that being Subcon. She’s confident she can handle herself. But she doesn’t quite know how to get there. So she decides to ask Lady winter how to get to the forest.

“I can take you there if you’d like me to dearie.” Lady winter said and leaves from behind the counter. Hat kid nods excitedly and hops out of the bar stool, heading towards the door as The Lady follows.

It took the two an hour in game time but it’s no problem. Lady winter stops at the edge of the forest then turns to hat kid.

“Well here we are, I hope you remember what I told you about it being dangerous and all...I would love to come with you but being there are hunters in the forest...they aren't fond with beings like me let me put it at that.” she pauses for a moment “but do be careful please?” lady winter said to hat kid. Hat kid nods and run off into the forest.

Hat kid once in the forest can explore and look around the forest. She can find relics and two rift tokens, Hat kid must be careful with the enemies about. There are three timepieces in total in the Forest. Like Act two once she gets all the time pieces the act ends.

Act Four: The Old Pentecost Manor

Timepieces: Three

Place: The Pentecost Manor

Main Characters: Lady Winter [The Lady]

Minor: None

Enemies: Guard bats, Mad Crows

Plot:

After wandering around the forest for awhile she notices something odd. She decides to go through the thick bushes. It took her a bit but she managed to make it through. She noticed two headstones and it looks like they were taken care of recently along with what looks to be roses placed on top of them. Hat kid is confused on who put them there let alone who these graves belong to. The hatted child moves to get a better look at the headstones. She takes a look at them and they read “William and Rosemary Pentecost.” Hat kid wonders who those people are or were. Hat kid looks at the ground and notices there seems to be some sort of path underneath the grass, overgrown perhaps? Hat kid looks behind her and her thoughts were correct. Hat kid walks  along the overgrown path curious as to where it leads. It didn’t take her to long to find a building. She realizes it’s the mansion on the hill. Hat kid decides to head inside, nobody should be home since the place looks so old outside right? Well those thoughts turned out to be wrong because once she stepped inside she is met with a beautiful home. Why doesn’t this place look nice on the outside? If it’s nice inside......Then who is living her? Being the curious child she was the hatted child decided to explore around this manor. She never thought mansions could be so big, But then again she only explored very little of Vanessa’s manor, Though hat kid can tell this place is much bigger than Queen Vanessa’s Manor. After wandering in one of the rooms she notices a candle holder that seems out of place. Hat kid took a deep breath and walked over to the candle holder, unsure if it’s booby trapped or not. But only one way to find out right? She grabs the candle holder and pulls it. Sure enough it was in fact some kind of lever but to what? A click can be heard from somewhere in the house. Hat kid thought it was odd but went to find the source of the noise regardless. This place, this strange place, Who did it belong to? Who lived here? What does this place hide? So many questions yet so few answers. The hatted child spent some time wandering around the manor she noticed some kind of door is opened in the study...odd, that wasn’t there before right? She walks over to the door and looks down to where it leads. Stairs? The child descends down the stairs and she hears someone talking. A familiar voice as a matter of fact. Hat kid stopped at the bottom of the stairs, it looks like some kind of basement, the child figured she went through some kind of secret passageway to get to the basement. She shrugs and goes off to find the voice she keeps hearing that voice…

“With this...I can bring them back…”

Bring who back the child wondered. She gets closer

“....Things could’ve been different right?...right?”

And closer

“I can see my mom….my dad would’ve been happy...I..”

Soft crying can be heard as hat kid enters the room. And who does she see? None other then Lady winter of course...crying. The child walks over to her. The vampire’s ears perk up as she can hear her approach. Hat kid stop seeing she has the timepiece in her hands, oh no...was she wrong about this lady being nice? Is she going to betray hat kid like everyone else.

“Oh...hey dearie..I uhh” lady winter sniffles a bit and wipes her eyes but the tears keep flowing. “I’m sorry you have to see my like this...I r-really am” she continued. Hat kid tells her it’s alright but why does she have the time piece.

“.....I thought of bringing back people I-I lost...but...I realized how pointless it would be...Besides would they even be the same people whom I cared about...I can’t change the past...and I think...I think” the vampire stops talking and starts to full out sob, Is she, having a break down the kid thought. She doesn’t understand why she is so upset, At least she didn’t try to stab the kid in the back she thought. Seeing her upset mad hat kid sad and feel sorry for her. The child walks over and gives the vampire woman a hug. She didn’t know what to say so she just let The Lady cry it out. Lady winter drops the time piece to her side and cries softly

“I’m so sorry...I really am, I didn’t mean to t-take it honest…” Lady winter sobbed softly, she feels so awful, she knew the kid needed those timepieces and yet she took it anyway for a thought she feels is selfish right? Hat kid pats her back reassuring her it’s alright, she’s not upset just surprised.

“You...you don’t hate me?” Winter asked looking at hat kid, wiping away her tears with the ends of her sleeves. The child shakes her head after all how can she hate someone over something as simple as that. In hat kids eyes lady winter just missed people and wanted to bring them back. She’d do the same thing if given the chance, she couldn’t dream of a life without her own parents or sibling. Lady winter smiles and feels a little bit better, “You know...you’re too nice to someone like me” lady winter spoke softly. Hat kid only giggled and booped her nose. The lady chuckles and gently boops back “boop!”

Lady winter almost forgot “oh right uhh, your timepiece!!” she exclaimed. The vampire hands hat kid the time piece, the hatted the child told her thank you and took it.

Thus this is the End of The Chapter.

Time Rifts

The Bar: The bar is a blue time rift is located in a corner booth table. As for the level itself is based off of the bar’s interior and the player must be quick with their timing.

The Old Manor: The Old manor is a purple time rift that contains a story book in it about Lady winter’s childhood. But besides that, the time rift takes place in the manor. But except of the normal platforming, the player gets to explore and fight a time rift boss. The time rift boss is but a shadowy version of her Great uncle Vlad. He represents her fear of him and getting hurt again since the time rifts are based off of the person's mind. He’s quite tough to beat as he is very strong and has quite a bit of health. Shadow Vlad will also taunt the player and make references to Lady winter herself. Unfortunately they aren’t exactly nice things, rather they are sad but give hints on the full story in winter’s past.

Happiness Found: This is the second purple rift that also contains a story book about lady winter and conductor. The rift itself is a simple plat-former puzzle rift that shows references on lady winter’s and conductor’s relationship as well as how much he changed her life and how happy he made her feel. The happiest she’s been in the longest time, it’s safe to say things really did turn around for her.

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    Undertale based kids.

Blurr!Sans and Pop!dog:

Blurr is from Abletale and is completely blind.   The only acceptation to this is Pop is Familiar and friend.  When Pop wears a special collar he provides Blurr with an understanding on what is around him.  Blurr has sight magic but with created with no eye sockets, so he wears a blindfold over his face with a matching soul that links to Pop.

Blurr’s very protective of his baby brother Shy!Papyrus and with Pop’s help wont hesitate to show you a bad time.

Blur has a calm personality.  He is meant to guard the gate to the one of the two barriers.  The other is guarded by the Queen

Un-available for shipping!

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Tilted (Tilt!Sans) Blood:

A bad Sans From SteampunkTale and airship captain, whose soul has been Corrupted by a virus called “Blood Boil”.  His face became horribly damaged after running from a village, and he took the fur and soul of a bunny monster who was trying to befriend him.  He stuck the fur to one part of his face and eat her soul.  This fused the fur to him and numbed that pain he was in.  he has since learned that he needs pain medication to live a normal life with minimal pain.  He also eats souls in order to gain LV.

In a sorta relationship with Salem (@proxypuff)

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Divine (Cupcake * @nekophy * and Drago * @proxypuff * child.)

Divine is a quiet timid healer.  She spends most her time with her Brother Ixyai (@proxypuff) or otter she calls him.  As a child she couldn’t control her ability and she nearly went insane from reading others memories and feelings.  She was sent away twice.  Once to train under Dream, but when that resulted in a very scary night of her hiding in the woods to try and get some sleep, she was sent to Lady Life in Reapertale.  She now wears a pendent that keeps her ability at bay.

She is most commonly the one to give up everything even her own happiness for the happiness of others.  She can’t stand violence and would rather try and save the un-saveable.

Dating!

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Forgotten (and lost):

An abused child wondering a city looking for his mother.

(Story in progress.)

DO NOT SHIP!!!

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Walker (Hacker):

The second child to FATHER and Snow (@proxypuff).  He has always been FATHERs favorite until now.  Walker currently lives in a cave hiding away from his CREATOR and is unaware Snow exists.  Walker mostly talks to Proxy over all his other brothers.  To his knowledge all the others think he is still working for FATHER.

In a Relationship with Hebi AKA Charmer  (@shu-draw)

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Vapor AKA Vape (A Quarrel * @thepleasantjellybean * and Anarchy * @proxypuff * Child): 

A smoke puffing reaper.  He loves working in Reapertale with his mother and grandfather.  His favorite thing to do with his father is travel and write books based on AUs.  Vapor can puff out vapor from his mouth and nose that is just simply magic.

Currently Dating!

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Acid (Genocide)

The sister of Snow (@proxypuff)

Acid is a living embodiment of all genocide routes in and around the AU’s and the many timelines they create.

Acids favorite thing to do in mess with monsters.  She is very sexually promiscuous.  She has no mind rubbing herself up on any monster or human she chooses.  She sometimes uses this to cause fights.  Her lack of a moral compass seems to be her biggest folly.

Available for shipping!  (Also is open to Experiences.  Ask if you want to know. )

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Lyric (MusicBox AU)

A not very outspoken gentleman.  He loves to sing but believes its not good.  He lives alone since he can no longer return home to his parents in his AU after its gate was destroyed by Error.

Available for shipping!

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Pokemon based kids.

Richie (Low IV'ed Eevee)

An Eevee at lv 1 he was hatched with the worst IV’s and EV’s so the trainer that hatched him just tossed him out.  He has grown to dislike trainers and vowed to stop them from catching a Pokemon if he can stop it.  He is still a baby and currently is cared for by a Chansey Name Karry.  His best friend is a Riolu named Angel

Un-available for shipping!

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MY LITTLE PONY characters

Laser Sight (Fallout Equestria)

The last of a recon team to see if the surface was safe to live on, Laser lost his entire teal to a Raider nest.  He himself was injured really badly.  They removed his Cutie mark, along with a few other injuries.  

Once he was free, Laser wondered the Wastes looking for those he could help, as a way to fill a promise he man to a Marefriend.

Laser is soon followed by the leader of the Raiders who had just freed him.   Nirvana is a huge distraction and is a constant reminder of how deprived the Wastes can be.

The two become travel companions and begin the journey to find the old city of Canterlot.

It doesn’t take to long before new thoughts and feeling creep up on Laser.

Un-available for shipping!

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FlameStream

Flame Stream is a pony born to be able to handle extreme weathers.  He is the soul researcher on dragons.  He takes care of a baby dragon named Rascal.  Flame’s closest friend is Misfit Pon (@proxypuff)

I may release a story based on him.

Un-available for shipping!

Rascal (Baby Dragon)

Flame Stream’s baby dragon friend.  Still an infant and learning how to walk and talk.

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Tucker (MoonColt)  ((COMING SOON!))

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Halo Star AKA Lady Heart :

Halo star is a PonySona of myself.  Because I’m legally blind she is too.  She was what I made my YT vids with.  

She can’t fly, but can hover for up to one minute before her wings hurt to much and she has to land.

Her cutie mark is a heart with a halo over the right side.  it resembles her kind nature to anypony.

Available for shipping!

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Original characters.

Ryu The Blind Cat (Tumblr OC) :

Ryu the cat is commonly Sassy. He is totally blind in his left eye, and has no feeling in his right ear.  He lives in a large space with many doors.  He is the only one who knows where the different doors lead to. Each door is a different Galaxy (fandom) he likes traveling to.

Ryu’s companion in his house is the Flying ask box that he can control freely.  He sends “Asky” to any of the others if he doesn’t want to answer anything.

Ryu is in a Relationship with ProxyPuff

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Ryu the Halfer (AKA Kenji):

Story : Fangs and Tails.

Ryu has no feeling in his Right ear no after what has happened to him.  He hides his ears and tail in public.  He would rather stay in his top floor apartment of the building he owns.  Ryu normally only comes out to lay in the fresh cut grass in the park near his home.

Ryu’s Relationship is with Kumi (@proxypuff)

Ryu’s story.

    Ryu,was first born with the name Shin,  He can’t tell what year or what day he was born in, but he remembers a bitter cold that nothing but a dead of winter could make.  His heightened senses can recall a scent of fire, The warming touch of a human body and the the cooing sound of a woman.

    Ryu living with a woman he vaguely remembers calling mommy.  Her touch and her scent linger in his memory along with his earliest happy memory, and his most disturbing memory.  Ryu was never allowed to remove his hat, or wear shorts that did not conceal his tail.  He was never advised by his mother the reasons behind the concealment.

      Two days before Christmas Ryu sat with his mother as she began to make dinner.  His mother had just finished explaining why he was given the name Shin.  “Because you’re my heart.”  She said.  When a man stomped down the door.  “I seek out that child of yours.”  He called to Ryu’s mom.  “I hear you have a black half-child.  Give it up!”  Ryu ran to hide from the site, his mother screaming at him all the while to never look back.  “I’ll find you Shin!  Just hide!”

     Ryu ran and hid in a car.  He cried himself to sleep that night.  Waking up later, Ryu found himself in a locked room.  He yelled for hours before a tall young man walked in with another slightly older man who appeared well dressed.  “What’s your name?”  The well dressed man asked.  

      “Shin, will you help me find my mother.”  Ryu asked.       “Does she have your hair?”  Asked the younger.       “No, hers is yellow.”  Ryu answered.       The well dressed man handed the other a large bag.  “Well done.”  Was said, before reaching out and grabbing Ryu’s hand.  “Follow me Neko!” The well dressed man said, nearly dragging Ryu along.       Ryu lived as Neko, and became a fast pet.  Placed through a ownership process.  Branded with a tattoo, a lead ring on his right ear, and a collar around his neck.  Though young and in pain through out the whole thing, he was given to his new masters son as a gift for his seventh birthday.  He wasn’t allowed to learn, but secretly taught himself how you write and read some, through his young master Hiroshi.

    As he grew he was treated horribly by his master.  Forced to clean and not wear a shirt ever.  He was leashed in public, and when he disobeyed or blamed for anything the leash was hooked to his lead ring causing him great amounts of pain as he was forced to bow.  He was hit for good measure every now and again. Yet with his young master Hiroshi.  He found someone who would treat him kindly.  Praise him for the good things, teach him things when he messed up. Hiroshi allowed him to become a friend, to be close. He gave him a blanket when he was sick when they got older.  It didn’t take long before he and his young master Hiroshi became more than friends.  Ryu was around thirteen when he and his master was finally caught in each others arms.  

     His master was so mad, but from that point on he kept Ryu locked up and only allowed out for his own personal uses.

    Ryu was fifteen when his young master Hiroshi and a woman came to see him.  They explained that a law was passed back when Ryu was thirteen and it meant he was free.

    “Will you come with me young master?”  Ryu had asked.   Hiroshi smiled at Ryu and kissed his head.  “I’m no longer here Neko, I can’t leave.”  

      Upon closer look Ryu saw it.  His masters body looked so weak, so not like it used to.  “Can I stay with you till then?”  He asked.       “I’d rather you leave, I wouldn’t want you to see this.”  Hiroshi said and smiled.  “All my clothes, and most of my thing I want you to have.  This woman, her name is Minato, she’s a friend of mine.  She’ll take you far away from here.  Where you can live in peace.”  He let a fragile hand rest on Ryu’s cheek.   “Neko you are free to have your own name your own life.”       Ryu cried to the touch and closed his eyes.  “My name will be Ryu.  I’m going to be human someday.”  He said.       “Don’t deny who you are Ryu…”  Hiroshi smiled.  “Dragon, Ryu, it fits you.”       Ryu left that house with Minato to live in a big city.  In Hiroshi’s things Ryu found Manga that taught him what Yaoi was.  He soon learned to draw, and through Minato’s company began to published a manga series.      Ryu only cried once after leaving.  He broke down the day he learned that Hiroshi died.

This Master list can change from time to time if I add more to the master post.

[jo-shanerome18]

Roma v’s Juventus

13/05/2018: It was a late start today as it was a late one last night and another late one expected tonight, watching Juve v Roma at Stadio Olimpico.

We had nothing planned so we wandered out the front door, veered left and kept to the footpath until reaching the traffic lights at the eastern end of the Coliseum. Straight across the road was Rome's foremost training academy for gladiators, Ludus Magnus. Built by Emperor Domitian in the late first century, the complex was just one part of a wider public building project undertaken by the Flavian emperors, however its closure came about five hundred years later when gladiatorial contests were abolished. Although only part of it was uncovered, it was enough to get a perspective of its size and layout. We weren't part of a tour but there were tours in the grounds. Still, a quick look from the top to appreciate the ruins was plenty.

Part of the Ludus Magnus, gladiator school with a tunnel linking it directly to the Coliseum. The rest is still buried under the streets and buildings

Negotiating the traffic was our first challenge for the day, negotiating the beggars on route to our next destination was the second. They were everywhere and driving us nuts already. Keeping the Coliseum, Arch of Constantine and Forum Romanum to our right, our next stop was along Via di San Gregorio and also to our right, Circus Maximus. Located in the valley between the Palatinus and Aventinus, another couple of Roman hills, the chariot circuit was apparently built during the sixth century B.C. by Tarquinius Priscus, the fifth king of Rome. Also apparently, it was while these races were underway at some point that the rape of the Sabine women occurred. The Sabine men were so engrossed in the races that the Roman men abducted their unmarried women to be their wives. Good story anyway.

We were at the round end, the square end was quite a distance away. Over half a kilometre where the chariots would enter the stadium twelve at a time, six on either side of the entry that led from the Forum Boarium. Sitting above the entry was the presiding magistrate who would be either a praetor or consul and started the race by dropping a white starting flag. We were overlooking the sweeping curve or sphendone where the Arch of Titus was located and where the processions would pass through to enter the arena. There's not much left now but some remnants of the arch's columns are still around. The complex once held well over a hundred thousand people but was now a grassed over reminder of the power of the Romans.  

The tower of Moletta, a medieval water mill built after the Circus Maximus became farm land. The remains of another Arch of Titus bottom left. It was part of the original complex through which processions entered the arena

Down at the other end of Circus Maximus, near where the chariots would have entered was void of anything at all. The dirt track adjacent and parallel to Via di Cerchi, toward the square end of Circus Maximus (where all the chariot prangs apparently happened) led us there but we couldn't get all the way as it was blocked off, forcing us to move onto the footpath due to tents having been erected for the eighteenth Komen Italia Race for the Cure (breast cancer), due in five days’ time and filling up the end of the stadium.  

It was then down to a busy and confusing area where traffic came from everywhere and cars parked all over the place. This was Forum Boarium where the chariots would have come from to start the races. To cross the main road we had to walk a bit to a pedestrian crossing (not that it's any safer), crossed Via Luigi Petroselli and walked up Via dei Ponte Rotto, behind  the Temples of Portunus and  Hercules Victor and across the Tiber via Ponte Palatino.

Ponte Rotto (Broken Bridge) was known by several different names during its existence. It kept collapsing and every time it was rebuilt it was renamed. All but one span was demolished to build the current bridge. Tiber Island and the oldest bridge in Rome, Pons Fabricius in the distance

Coat of Arms of Pope Gregory VIII, pope for two months in 1187 was still there

The Tiber was interesting to say the least. Walking along the western promenade afforded a lovely view of the murky water and weir that ponded the murky water under Ponte Cestio, creating eddies that trapped litter and vegetation in what seemed to be a state of perpetual motion. The fascination of the spinning pollution soon became tedious so moving towards Ponte Cestio, we crossed the bridge and familiarised ourselves with Piazza di San Bartolomeo all'Isola where we would meet the guide for the food tour tomorrow. We then crossed the oldest Roman built bridge still in use, Pons Fabricius. The bridge was built during the first century B.C. linking Campus Martius and the Theatrum Marcelli to Tiber Island, named after its builder, Lucio Fabricius and adorned by two very weathered herms with four heads, hence its nickname, Ponte dei Quattro Capi.

Lvcivs  FABRICIVS Cai  Filivs  CVRator VIARvm

FACIVNDVM COERAVIT  EIDEMQVE  PROBAVIT

Temple of Apollo Sosianus at the back. Theatre of Marcellus to the right

Heading up Via del Portico d'Ottavia, we were looking for a feed. It was after one and everyone was hungry. The entire street was packed with tourists with not much room alfresco. We ended up getting a table at Il Giardino Romano up against the front of the building. The food filled a hole but was expensive and somewhat ordinary.

Lunch at Il Giardino Romano. Tourists a plenty

With filled bellies we headed further along until we turned into Via Arenu'a and found a confronting reminder of the past. As we had encountered in Berlin a few years ago, a couple of brass plaques were imbedded into the footpath representing a couple of locals who were long gone. They were local Jews who would have been rounded up by the Fascists and sent off to the camps. They didn't muck around neither as they were transported fifteen hundred kilometres to Auschwitz and gassed within a week of their detention.

Just as in Berlin, the footpaths recognise Jews who were marched out of their houses to meet an early demise. This time it was Angelo and Debora's turn

On that depressing note we moved on and almost immediately came across Largo di Torre Argentina, named after a character from Strasbourg which at some time carried the Roman name Argentoratum. The ruins contained Roman Republican Temples and the remains of Pompey's Theatre. They also contained a few too many cats, although one cat is too many, and someone to feed them from a room within the ruins at the southern end. Tom and Beau were quite interested in them. But most others weren't.

Temple B, dedicated to Fortuna Huiusce Diei

Here Kitty Kitty. The Torre Argentina Cat Sanctuary

Piazza Navona was a few streets away and our next stop. The area was filled with all sorts including faceless clowns and mimes but we particularly enjoyed the buskers, old guys playing stringed instruments and entertaining all who would get involved. There were also the usual Africans trying the usual and plenty of artists selling their stuff. At the other end of the piazza were more stalls and Fontana del Nettuno. Beyond the fountain was a short lane that led to gelato and a rest.

Piazza Navona, ex chariot track

Soon after zig zagging through a few more streets we entered Piazza della Rotonda just near Fontana del Pantheon. The place was packed from where we entered through to the queues waiting for entry into the Pantheon.

Monumental complexes and such started to spring up in this area following Octavian's (soon to become Emperor Augustus) victory over Marc Antonio and Cleopatra at the Battle of Actium off of the coast of modern day Preveza in Greece. The victory occurred in 31 B.C. and was effectively the final battle of the Roman civil war of the Roman Republic. From there on Octavian became Augustus, the first emperor of the Roman Empire. One of his initial projects was his magnificent Mausoleum, followed by the Pantheon a few years later. What we see today is a radically altered Pantheon constructed by Hadrian during the early second century.

There were as many people as expected. Several horse drawn carriages trying to entice tourists into a ride had to manoeuvre through the crowd by using their size, albeit politely. Queueing up with the crowd wasn't too bad as the lines moved fairly quickly but once inside the crowds were just as bad. Everyone going about their business, admiring everything and kinking their necks, looking up at the imposing dome and the equally imposing oculus well above. While we were there a mass was getting underway. It must have been difficult to perform but the priest was probably used to it. A rope barrier only allowed entry to the fair dinkum worshippers.

Chapel of the Pantheon

Back outside though, Tom and Beau were focusing on other matters. The old fella cutting prosciutto off the bone near the entrance to the salumeria.

Mulling over whether to buy some salumi

Trevi Fountain was next. Not being exactly sure where it was, we followed the crowd and the obvious narrow laneways that led a path to the again, crowded monument. Unlike most other monuments in Rome, the Trevi Fountain and Spanish Steps are quite recent, eighteenth century in fact which is almost new by Roman standards.

Everyone was taking their selfies and as crowded as it was we could still squeeze through to access the lower and closest tier and manage to grab some seating. Then, Cec goes down, flat on her arse on the worn and uneven marble steps. We sat her down for a while until she recovered somewhat and then hung around and enjoyed the atmosphere for a while, as much as we could anyway. Then, down a side street for food, across Via del Corso and further on to GiaRoma1886. It was quite hot but we chose al fresco so Cec could have a vape, sitting on the footpath across a small laneway where the waiters would carry our tucker whilst looking out for traffic. We were in the shade so it was quite comfortable bar the noise. GiaRoma1886 was a pretty good restaurant. It gave the appearance of being small on the outside but upon entry was quite large and well set out on the inside.

We then separated. Jo, Shane and Tom towards Piazza Picolo while Cec and Beau headed back to base.

Trevi Fountain

From there Piazza del Popolo was our focus and the tram stop beyond the gate. Several stops along the way were necessary to watch the street artists, some extremely good like the hip hoppers and the dude with the glass balls and others a bit strange. One that come to mind was the person inside the box with hand puppets that would jump out and scare the shit out of people as they walked past.  He didn't get us so it was quite funny to watch everyone else's reactions. The final stop before moving through Porta del Popolo and outside of the Aurelian Walls was the Roma football shop. There was plenty to look at inside but we were only looking for something to wear at the football. A cap and scarf for the football and a cheap Roma v Liverpool T shirt left over from the recent Champions League semi final. Liverpool won so they would have been keen to get rid of them.

The tram terminus was straight outside of Porta del Popolo, across a couple of very busy roads and into Piazzale Flaminio. We were a bit early so we headed to Tintori for a quick beer. Plenty of Roma fans meant that there were no seats, they took them all. There were almost as many cops keeping the peace. We stood on the footpath leaning on the underground access to the Metro, drinking beer and enjoying the goings on until it was time to leave. This meant queueing for the toilet in the bar. Even the cops were queueing for a piss so we all headed next door to Burger King. Even they were busy.

Ending up on the tram platform, we just missed out on the next tram but were amongst the first to catch the following. Unlike the last time when we headed to Lazio v Inter Milan, we went a stop or two further on and got off at Piazza Mancini.

Packed like sardines

Not knowing where to head after leaving the tram, we followed the crowd across the Tiber where we found plenty of vendors selling merchandise, food, beer and those shots of coffee that the Italians seem to love. We were right outside of Stadio dei Marmi, a fascist era open air stadium built under the direction of Benito Mussolini to compliment the annexed Fascist Academy of Physical Education. From a distance the arena was surrounded by classical statues but ended up being fake Greco-Roman ones. We grabbed a panini and beer before heading around the entry point and to Curva Nord to take our seats.

The security were much more organised than when we watched Lazio and Inter Milan last time. There was still security and police but it was a smoother entry. Shane still managed to lose his bottled water again at the hands of a police frisking. Once inside there were a lot more kiosks open than at the Lazio game. The only issue was the piss trough cascade that was overflowing all over the floor before the game had even started and only got worse during the night.

Our seats were located a fair way down the concourse and almost behind the goals. We were fairly early but as kick off neared the crowd thickened around us. At first we bought the beers at the kiosk but as the game commenced a team of vendors walked around with beers delivered. They were more convenient and the plastic cups were bigger. A win, win situation.

Pre match introductions

The atmosphere was excellent and although amongst Roma fans, we were at the same end as the Juventus fans. A point would have given Juventus the premiership. They were very rowdy and whatever they were chanting, the Roma fans around us would scream an emotional response of some sort. As if they could be understood.

The game ebbed and flowed with chances at both ends. It however ended scoreless which meant that Juventus had got what they had come for, a point. The only team that could have beaten them was Napoli who had won earlier and their score went up, on the score board. Everyone knew what was happening. The Serie A was in the bag.

Post match. Juventus players thanking their supporters

After full time the boys challenged the toilets again and we headed out, walking back across Ponte Duca D'aosta. It was full of vans selling beers and steak sangers. Tom grabbed a largey and we headed off down the street. Not wanting to take the tram home we walked well away from the venue until we hailed a taxi. First thing he said was that the beer had to go. After that it was straight back to the apartment.

It had been a long day. When we had arrived back Cec and Beau had just got back from a session down stairs and were quite rowdy.

A few reds and ice cream to finish the night off

A couple of more drinks and it was bed. Tomorrow an early one at the Vatican.

[ryudrawingblindofficial]

Guys here is a master post of all My Children.

https://ryudrawingblindofficial.tumblr.com/OCsandchildren

     Undertale based kids.

Blurr!Sans and Pop!dog:

Blurr is from Abletale and is completely blind.   The only acceptation to this is Pop is Familiar and friend.  When Pop wears a special collar he provides Blurr with an understanding on what is around him.  Blurr has sight magic but with created with no eye sockets, so he wears a blindfold over his face with a matching soul that links to Pop.

Blurr’s very protective of his baby brother Shy!Papyrus and with Pop’s help wont hesitate to show you a bad time.

Blur has a calm personality.  He is meant to guard the gate to the one of the two barriers.  The other is guarded by the Queen

Un-available for shipping!

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Tilted (Tilt!Sans) Blood:

A bad Sans From SteampunkTale and airship captain, whose soul has been Corrupted by a virus called “Blood Boil”.  His face became horribly damaged after running from a village, and he took the fur and soul of a bunny monster who was trying to befriend him.  He stuck the fur to one part of his face and eat her soul.  This fused the fur to him and numbed that pain he was in.  he has since learned that he needs pain medication to live a normal life with minimal pain.  He also eats souls in order to gain LV.

In a sorta relationship with Salem (@proxypuff)

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Divine (Cupcake * @nekophy * and Drago * @proxypuff * child.)

Divine is a quiet timid healer.  She spends most her time with her Brother Ixyai (@proxypuff) or otter she calls him.  As a child she couldn’t control her ability and she nearly went insane from reading others memories and feelings.  She was sent away twice.  Once to train under Dream, but when that resulted in a very scary night of her hiding in the woods to try and get some sleep, she was sent to Lady Life in Reapertale.  She now wears a pendent that keeps her ability at bay.

She is most commonly the one to give up everything even her own happiness for the happiness of others.  She can’t stand violence and would rather try and save the un-saveable.

Dating!

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Forgotten (and lost):

An abused child wondering a city looking for his mother.

(Story in progress.)

DO NOT SHIP!!!

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Walker (Hacker):

The second child to FATHER and Snow (@proxypuff).  He has always been FATHERs favorite until now.  Walker currently lives in a cave hiding away from his CREATOR and is unaware Snow exists.  Walker mostly talks to Proxy over all his other brothers.  To his knowledge all the others think he is still working for FATHER.

In a Relationship with Hebi AKA Charmer  (@shu-draw)

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Vapor AKA Vape (A Quarrel * @thepleasantjellybean * and Anarchy * @proxypuff * Child):

A smoke puffing reaper.  He loves working in Reapertale with his mother and grandfather.  His favorite thing to do with his father is travel and write books based on AUs.  Vapor can puff out vapor from his mouth and nose that is just simply magic.

Available for shipping!

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Acid (Genocide)

The sister of Snow (@proxypuff)

Acid is a living embodiment of all genocide routes in and around the AU’s and the many timelines they create.

Acids favorite thing to do in mess with monsters.  She is very sexually promiscuous.  She has no mind rubbing herself up on any monster or human she chooses.  She sometimes uses this to cause fights.  Her lack of a moral compass seems to be her biggest folly.

Available for shipping!  (Also is open to Experiences.  Ask if you want to know. )

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Pokemon based kids.

Richie (Low IV'ed Eevee)

An Eevee at lv 1 he was hatched with the worst IV’s and EV’s so the trainer that hatched him just tossed him out.  He has grown to dislike trainers and vowed to stop them from catching a Pokemon if he can stop it.  He is still a baby and currently is cared for by a Chansey Name Karry.  His best friend is a Riolu named Angel

Un-available for shipping!

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MY LITTLE PONY characters

Laser Sight (Fallout Equestria)

The last of a recon team to see if the surface was safe to live on, Laser lost his entire teal to a Raider nest.  He himself was injured really badly.  They removed his Cutie mark, along with a few other injuries.  

Once he was free, Laser wondered the Wastes looking for those he could help, as a way to fill a promise he man to a Marefriend.

Laser is soon followed by the leader of the Raiders who had just freed him.   Nirvana is a huge distraction and is a constant reminder of how deprived the Wastes can be.

The two become travel companions and begin the journey to find the old city of Canterlot.

It doesn’t take to long before new thoughts and feeling creep up on Laser.

Un-available for shipping!

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FlameStream

Flame Stream is a pony born to be able to handle extreme weathers.  He is the soul researcher on dragons.  He takes care of a baby dragon named Rascal.  Flame’s closest friend is Misfit Pon (@proxypuff)

I may release a story based on him.

Un-available for shipping!

Rascal (Baby Dragon)

Flame Stream’s baby dragon friend.  Still an infant and learning how to walk and talk.

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Tucker (MoonColt)  ((COMING SOON!))

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Halo Star AKA Lady Heart :

Halo star is a PonySona of myself.  Because I’m legally blind she is too.  She was what I made my YT vids with.  

She can’t fly, but can hover for up to one minute before her wings hurt to much and she has to land.

Her cutie mark is a heart with a halo over the right side.  it resembles her kind nature to anypony.

Avalible for shipping!

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Origanal characters.

Ryu The Blind Cat (Tumblr OC) :

Ryu the cat is commonly Sassy. He is totally blind in his left eye, and has no feeling in his right ear.  He lives in a large space with many doors.  He is the only one who knows where the different doors lead to. Each door is a different Galaxy (fandom) he likes traveling to.

Ryu’s companion in his house is the Flying ask box that he can control freely.  He sends “Asky” to any of the others if he doesn’t want to answer anything.

Ryu is in a Relationship with ProxyPuff

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Ryu the Halfer (AKA Kenji):

Story : Fangs and Tails.

Ryu has no feeling in his Right ear no after what has happened to him.  He hides his ears and tail in public.  He would rather stay in his top floor apartment of the building he owns.  Ryu normally only comes out to lay in the fresh cut grass in the park near his home.

Ryu’s Relationship is with Kumi (@proxypuff)

Ryu’s story.

    Ryu,was first born with the name Shin,  He can’t tell what year or what day he was born in, but he remembers a bitter cold that nothing but a dead of winter could make.  His heightened senses can recall a scent of fire, The warming touch of a human body and the the cooing sound of a woman.

    Ryu living with a woman he vaguely remembers calling mommy.  Her touch and her scent linger in his memory along with his earliest happy memory, and his most disturbing memory.  Ryu was never allowed to remove his hat, or wear shorts that did not conceal his tail.  He was never advised by his mother the reasons behind the concealment.

      Two days before Christmas Ryu sat with his mother as she began to make dinner.  His mother had just finished explaining why he was given the name Shin.  “Because you’re my heart.”  She said.  When a man stomped down the door.  “I seek out that child of yours.”  He called to Ryu’s mom.  “I hear you have a black half-child.  Give it up!”  Ryu ran to hide from the site, his mother screaming at him all the while to never look back.  “I’ll find you Shin!  Just hide!”

     Ryu ran and hid in a car.  He cried himself to sleep that night.  Waking up later, Ryu found himself in a locked room.  He yelled for hours before a tall young man walked in with another slightly older man who appeared well dressed.  “What’s your name?”  The well dressed man asked.  

      “Shin, will you help me find my mother.”  Ryu asked.       “Does she have your hair?”  Asked the younger.       “No, hers is yellow.”  Ryu answered.       The well dressed man handed the other a large bag.  “Well done.”  Was said, before reaching out and grabbing Ryu’s hand.  “Follow me Neko!” The well dressed man said, nearly dragging Ryu along.       Ryu lived as Neko, and became a fast pet.  Placed through a ownership process.  Branded with a tattoo, a lead ring on his right ear, and a collar around his neck.  Though young and in pain through out the whole thing, he was given to his new masters son as a gift for his seventh birthday.  He wasn’t allowed to learn, but secretly taught himself how you write and read some, through his young master Hiroshi.

    As he grew he was treated horribly by his master.  Forced to clean and not wear a shirt ever.  He was leashed in public, and when he disobeyed or blamed for anything the leash was hooked to his lead ring causing him great amounts of pain as he was forced to bow.  He was hit for good measure every now and again. Yet with his young master Hiroshi.  He found someone who would treat him kindly.  Praise him for the good things, teach him things when he messed up. Hiroshi allowed him to become a friend, to be close. He gave him a blanket when he was sick when they got older.  It didn’t take long before he and his young master Hiroshi became more than friends.  Ryu was around thirteen when he and his master was finally caught in each others arms.  

     His master was so mad, but from that point on he kept Ryu locked up and only allowed out for his own personal uses.

    Ryu was fifteen when his young master Hiroshi and a woman came to see him.  They explained that a law was passed back when Ryu was thirteen and it meant he was free.

    “Will you come with me young master?”  Ryu had asked.   Hiroshi smiled at Ryu and kissed his head.  “I’m no longer here Neko, I can’t leave.”  

      Upon closer look Ryu saw it.  His masters body looked so weak, so not like it used to.  “Can I stay with you till then?”  He asked.       “I’d rather you leave, I wouldn’t want you to see this.”  Hiroshi said and smiled.  “All my clothes, and most of my thing I want you to have.  This woman, her name is Minato, she’s a friend of mine.  She’ll take you far away from here.  Where you can live in peace.”  He let a fragile hand rest on Ryu’s cheek.   “Neko you are free to have your own name your own life.”       Ryu cried to the touch and closed his eyes.  “My name will be Ryu.  I’m going to be human someday.”  He said.       “Don’t deny who you are Ryu…”  Hiroshi smiled.  “Dragon, Ryu, it fits you.”       Ryu left that house with Minato to live in a big city.  In Hiroshi’s things Ryu found Manga that taught him what Yaoi was.  He soon learned to draw, and through Minato’s company began to published a manga series.      Ryu only cried once after leaving.  He broke down the day he learned that Hiroshi died.

This Master list can change from time to time if I add more to the master post.