#what da french doin ?

[he-who-needs-to-be-silenced]

[orgyofthedamned]

the more i parse clips from tender dracula the more i find myself baffled and fascinated by whatever the movie is trying to say to me. just what was the director cooking

[a-roguish-gambit]

If Gambit participated in a cooking competition TV show, which would it be?

Ok realistically, with his luck if he ends up on a cooking show he probably ends up on mojo's programing where he's forced to like cook over radiation or fight and defeat the ingredients before he cooks them.

The cooking show he would most want to be on is diners, drive-ins, and dives. Cause he wants to hang out with guy fieri and try hole in the wall places.

For a competition he would sign up for, I feel like he signed up for hells kitchen but through horrible x men luck and a wacky turn of events in the BBC his application ends up on the table of the great British bake off, who are really excited to have an "ethnic French American" on the show as a special contestant. The x men have land ownership in Scotland with Muir island so. He technically counts for duel citizenship (right?). He agrees cause he can bake as well as he can cook but dude is too well traveled for that show. He is side eyeing every international dish and does not appreciate being treated like some kind of novelty. Someone comments on his speech pattern and how broken it is, he turns on them and recites Shakespeare at them word for word. In french. People ask him invasive questions about being a mutant which leads to him retorting in sassy remarks

"I hear you can get operations to get the color of your sclera changed...have you considered it?"

"Have you considered dying yours black?"

"what? No that's dangerous I could go blind!"

"DEN WHY DA HELL WOULD GAMBIT DO IT HUH?!"

He gets on Mexican food week and curses so many people out. Shuts down the whole thing when he sees the examples and throws a fit and is just like "NAH we ain't doin dis. We ain't disrespectin Mexican cuisine like dis! Dat shit ain't a taco! It ain't even worthy of a taco bell menu! Let gambit show you sometin'" proceeds to hold the whole crew hostage to show them what actual Mexican food is like, force them try it so that they understand it, and gets kicked off the show subsiquently. His entire presence was then censored from that season and he has been banned from returning.

.....rogue was also banned from the great British bake off set. Because when she heard that contestants and crew members insulted him and his way of speaking she kind of lost it and flew over to have a very strong conversation with the producer of the show. It truly was just a conversation but he was kinda scared shitless of her busting into his office and refused to leave until she was finished telling him off for his shows bullshit.

....needless to say the great British bake off has been banned from charles' mansion.

[lovesongbracket]

Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

I Won't Say (I'm in Love)

Written By: Alan Menken & David Zippel

Artist: Susan Egan with Roz Ryan, Cheryl Freeman, Lillias White, Vanéese Y. Thomas & LaChanze for Hercules

Released: 1997

From the 1997 Disney movie Hercules, “I Won’t Say (I’m In Love)” is the movie’s featured love ballad. After a romantic date with Hercules, Meg expresses her conflicting emotions through song (with some back up from the Muses). Hurt before and technically working for Herc’s arch nemesis, this song demonstrates Meg’s reluctance to get into another relationship that (in her mind) can only end badly.

[MEG] If there's a prize for rotten judgment I guess I've already won that No man is worth the aggravation That's ancient history, been there, done that [MUSES, MEG] Who d'you think you're kiddin'? He's the earth and heaven to you Try to keep it hidden Honey, we can see right through you (Oh no) Girl, you can't conceal it We know how you feel and who you're thinkin' of [MEG] Oh No chance, no way I won't say it, no, no [MUSES] You swoon, you sigh Why deny it? Uh-oh [MEG] It's too cliché I won't say I'm in love [MUSES] Shoo-do, shoo-do, ooh [MEG, with MUSES] I thought my heart had learned its lesson It feels so good when you start out My head is screaming, "Get a grip, girl" "Unless you're dyin' to cry your heart out" Oh [MUSES, MEG] You keep on denying Who you are and how you're feeling Baby, we're not buying Hon, we saw you hit the ceiling (Oh no) Face it like a grown-up When ya gonna own up That you got, got, got it bad? [MEG] Whoa No chance, no way I won't say it, no, no [MUSES] Give up, give in Check the grin, you're in love [MEG] This scene won't play I won't say I'm in love [MUSES] You're doin' flips Read our lips, you're in love [MEG, MUSES] You're way off base (Shoo-do, shoo-do) I won't say it (She won't say it, no) Get off my case (Sha-da, sha-da) I won't say it [MUSES] Girl, don't be proud It's okay, you're in love [MEG] Oh At least, out loud I won't say I'm in love [MUSES] Shoo-do, shoo-do, shoo-do, shoo-do Sha-la-la-la-la-la, ah

God Only Knows

Written By: Brian Wilson & Tony Asher

Artist: The Beach Boys

Released: 1966

“God Only Knows” is a song by American rock band The Beach Boys. It is the eighth track on the group’s 11th studio album, Pet Sounds, and one of their most widely recognized songs. “God Only Knows” was composed and produced by Brian Wilson. Tony Asher helped Brian with the lyrics. Carl Wilson sang lead, and Bruce Johnston sang harmony vocals with Brian in the outro. The song broke new ground in many ways. It was one of the first commercial songs to use the word ‘God’ in its title. As producer, Brian Wilson used many unorthodox instruments, including the harpsichord and French horns that are heard in the song’s famous introduction. Although The Beatles engaged in a friendly rivalry with the Beach Boys based on mutual respect, Paul McCartney called this song the best song ever written.

[Verse 1: Carl Wilson] I may not always love you But long as there are stars above you You never need to doubt it I'll make you so sure about it [Refrain: Carl Wilson] God only knows what I'd be without you [Verse 2: Carl Wilson] If you should ever leave me Well, life would still go on, believe me The world could show nothing to me So what good would living do me? [Refrain: Carl Wilson] God only knows what I'd be without you [Interlude: Carl Wilson, Brian Wilson, and Bruce Johnston] Ooh, ooh Do, do, do, do, do, do, do Bow, buh-bow, buh-bow, buh-bow (Do, do, do, do) Buh-bow, buh-bow, buh-bow (Do, do, do, do, do, do) Buh-bow, buh-bow, buh-bow, buh-bow (Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do) [Refrain: Carl Wilson] God only knows what I'd be without you [Verse 3: Carl Wilson] If you should ever leave me Well, life would still go on, believe me The world could show nothing to me So what good would living do me? [Chorus: Carl Wilson] God only knows what I'd be without you [Outro: Carl Wilson with Brian Wilson and Bruce Johnston] God only knows what I'd be without you God only knows what I'd be without you God only knows what I'd be without you (What I'd be) God only knows what I'd be without you (God only knows) God only knows what I'd be without you (What I'd be) God only knows what I'd be without you (God only knows) God only knows what I'd be without you (What I'd be) God only knows what I'd be without you (God only knows) God only knows what I'd be without you (What I'd be) God only knows what I'd be without you (God only knows) God only knows what I'd be without you (What I'd be) God only knows what I'd be without you (God only knows)

[amischiefofmuses]

Random asks always welcomed || Accepting

Anon asked: If I may ask, Gambit- what’s your favorite kind of kiss?

There's a sly smile spreads across his lips, gaze flicking to the stranger as he flashes a momentary toothy grin. Now this one is too easy- usually one-liners don't present themselves with such EASE. -- ❝Now 'das an easy one- french.❞ It's a joke- or is it..? It's presented as a joke, at the very least, a rough laugh following the answer as he shakes his head to himself. -- ❝Jus' kiddin'. Can't say dere's a favourite, all kissin' has it's moment. Sometimes ya gotta be soft an' sweet, other times- well, ya' ain't. Like a dance- can't be waltzin' when the partner is doin' the jitterbug.❞

[chimerathekid]

More details but def need work

DJ is a young adult (to match with the age of the album) “human” living in a small town. They work in a music store, and live with their adoptive parent. While working. Two (agents? Bad guys who work for a music company?) arrive, and interrogate them about a robot. When they don’t know anything, they’re attacked. They manage to escape with a surface level cut against their cheek, and get back home. Their parent is surprised and terrified, and has them run away to their (the parents) friend in the city. (GLBTM)

They take a cab to the city and meet up with their parents friend Charles and his wife Beatrice (the dog man from Da Funk) along with having glimpses of other characters that will show up (Game of Love). They meet an old man while Charles is grabbing food, and then the trio make it back to Charles’ apartment, before an alien spaceship (looks like an inverted pyramid) appears in the sky, causing them to flee as the agents arrive. Beatrice and Charles stay behind to hold off the agents, but give her directions out of the city (GbM). 

The rest of this varies in detail sorry

DJ takes the subway, and listens to a disc given to them by their parent, apparently the only thing they were left with. They’re confused and scared, but the music helps a lot (Within). 

They wake up on the subway, and get off, finding themselves closer to escaping the city. They’re almost cornered by more agents before taking shelter in a museum. They meet the security guard, Jules, who agrees not to rat them out. He notices the bandage, which is now dirty, and offers to get them a new one. They wait in the office, and find a binder of pictures, all of the old exhibits, including the solider and french maid. They notice just how similar the Soldier and Jules look before he arrives. He has the first aid, but is also being followed by two agents. He almost hands them over, but when one gets too physical, he fights them off, and gets them out, but not before getting shot. They run, and we linger on him, as he sits back up, with no blood. (Instant Crush).

DJ is running and fighting for her life as they're still pursued by the agents, getting progressively more hurt as they continue.They're tired and scared, but something keeps pushing them forward. They end up missing a large chunk of skin from their face, and the skin around their hand, revealing the robotic skeleton underneath. They start to lose consiousness, but not before making it to an observatory at the highest part in the city. (LYTD)

DJ “wakes up” in a starry void, with an old robot, that looks to be literally falling apart. At first it scares them when it speaks, and the stars start to fall from the “sky” into the “water” below. The stars start getting bigger, and they can see the inverted pyramid break through the “clouds” right as they touch it’s hand. The entire void shifts, and they’re now in a room, and the old robot is now a very old man. He greets them, and the world continues to change from voids to rooms to sprawling landscapes, but as they do so, the black inverted pyramid continues to get ever closer. The old man laments he can’t help them anymore, and DJ cries, trying to keep him alive as the world turns back to the void and he falls apart. (Touch)

DJ is saved by two archeologist/astronomers who know about Daft Punk (maybe ancient scriptures or tablets or something). The astronomers are Nile Rodgers and Pharrell (Get Lucky).

I have no clue what I want for Beyond, Motherboard, Fragments of Time, or Doin’ it Right, but Contact is DJ running towards the ship, and slowly breaking down and losing their skin until they’re literally falling apart. Infinity Repeating has Daft Punk arriving and repairing them, and now they’re more Daft-Punky (helmet w/ matching fingers), and a finale with Prime. Credits to the Touch Epilogue. 

made this post on another site too but if RAM were to get a movie like Discovery (and technically Homework and apparently HAA), what would YOU want it to be about?

I was thinking about this the other day. I personally would want a more narrative driven story like Interstella, following DJ (that robot baby thing from Technologic) with other characters from the music videos appearing to help them in a journey to find Daft Punk.

(I'll reblog more details on my own idea to this one but it def needs work)

[lemmylemons]

Three Generations of Killers.

(a TF2 fanfic by Lemmy-lemons)

This is a rewrite of my first ever TF2 fan fiction, and I'd just like to rewrite it to see how far I've gotten into writing. This fic is about Thomas (Enguarde), Scout and Spy all being trapped within a cell together and having to work with one another to escape and figure out where the hell they are.

Enjoy :).

Chapter 1 : Where Are We?

A young boy’s eyes shot open, blood red, his bright baby blue irises lit up against the popping veins in his eyes. A chilling breeze hit his skin, causing small hard bumps to form up and down his skinny little arms. He scratched and grasped the back of his neck in discomfort, crackling could be heard as he rolled his head backward. He squinted through the dark, empty room only to be met with nothing but darkness.

He could remember almost nothing. He placed his index and middle finger in his mouth, anxious and worried. He tried pulling back a memory of what had happened to lead him here… What was this place? It didn’t feel right… Maybe he fell asleep somewhere at the RED team’s base and he didn’t realize it. He tried to convince himself that was what had happened, seemingly calming him down a bit… But the burning, empty feeling in his belly didn’t go away, it rose up.

He pushed his hands out in front, beside and around him, feelings around for something, an instance his right hand hit a stone-cold brick wall. With both hands still touching the wall, he swung his feet behind him, trying to touch the ground. His bare feet had touched the floor, he lifted them up in shock quickly, but slowly set them down again.

Where the hell was he? This wasn’t home. It smelt of damp sheets, saltwater and rusted metal. He whispered into the darkness, trying to catch the attention of someone potentially inside the “room” with him.

“Dad?...�� He whispered quietly. He stumbled forward, his legs felt like gelatin as he plummeted forward, smacking his forearm onto a metal chair with a thunk. He whimpered out in pain, flat on the floor clutching his left arm, emotions flooding over his whole body. Where am I? Where’s dad?! He kept thinking to himself over and over.

A groan came from what sounded like a mile away but felt near. “Tom…?” A thick Boston accent asked quietly through the room. “Dad!” The boy called out. Frantic rustling filled the room as the boy and his father were searching through the darkness for one another. Eventually, after a few seconds of struggling to see, the two reunited, gripping and hugging each other tightly.

“Oh god! I’m so glad you’re alright kiddo!” The man kissed his son’s forehead as he held him close to his chest. “Yeah! I’m glad you’re safe too…” The boy snuggled into his father’s chest, holding his arm close to his own as his right arm was tightly grappled around his dad. “...Hey, where are we?” He asked, looking up at his father.

“That’s what I’m tryin’ to figure out myself kid. I don’t remember shit from last night. All I do know is that we ain’t at home.” He gripped his son tighter, almost crushing him with a protective bear hug. Thomas looked up at his father, expecting to see his smiling, sweet, skinny man of a dad… But all he could see was a faint preservative look through the shrouded blackness.

Another groan echoed from behind the two. Thomas felt his face being shoved into his dad’s chest as his father looked behind them, practically growling at the sudden noise. “Scout? Is that you?” This time, a French accent spoke from behind. “Spy?” Thomas asked, trying to push away from his dad’s flat chest. “Spy?! What da hell are you doin’ here?!” Scout snapped at the other man. “Well, ask yourself that!” The Spy fought back, pulling himself up from the rugged sheets he was laying on.

Tom groaned as he finally struggled free from Scout’s tight hug. “Where are we even?” He asked, stretching his aching arm out and twisting it. Spy rolled his eyes, standing straight up and cracking his back as he touched the front of his body, frantically. “Où diable est ma veste et mon gilet...?” He mumbled to himself. Scout flung himself upward quickly with a jump and skip, facing the direction Spy’s voice had been coming from. “What da hell have you dragged us into!” He demanded.

Spy’s head flicked into Scout’s direction. “What have I dragged you into? You seem to forget we’re mercenaries and a part of our boss’ mad schemes! This could be her doing for all I care. Who knows.” Tom sighed, annoyed as he felt around for the chair he had fallen into earlier. “Ugh… Whatever man.” Scout said with a huff. “Where da hell is a light switch or something…” He continued talking to himself.

Spy started feeling around the sheets for his coats, but he couldn’t feel the silkworm fabric it was made from. Tom stood up with shaky legs as he gradually made his way back to a cold slab with slightly warm sheets. He plopped himself down as he brought his legs up to his chin.

Several minutes passed by of Tom silently rocking himself back and forth, hitting the wall behind him as a dim faint light filled the room with a tug and click of a single pull string bulb. “Hah! I knew it!” Scout said with a snarky grin. “See dat, that’s called survival of the smartest right there.” Spy glanced away, shaking his head as he shielded his eyes from the light. Scout stepped back and glanced around the room.

There were three tall mattresses pushed up against the east, west and north wall of a brick-walled room painted white, a toilet and a metal sink standing closely nearby the east bed. There was no window, only dirty brick covered in marks, a small rounded table sat in the middle of the room, the light bulb behind one of the three chairs around it. Scout turned quickly behind him, again, more brick… But an added large metal door pressed tightly into the room, no breeze coming through beside the tiny slot at the top, too tall to see through.

Tom and Spy looked in Scout’s direction in shock and horror.

“A CELL?!” Tom squealed! He sprang to his feet, running over to Scout (Thankfully avoiding the chairs this time.) Tom latched onto his father, staring at the door in disbelief. Spy made his way over, placing a hand on Scout’s shoulder as he looked up at the door, more confused than worried. This wasn’t his first time after all.

“This cannot be happening…” Scout muttered silently under his breath…

[maiko-coy]

"I'll have him notice me" -Sammy Lawrence Oh Sammy...Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. Sammy Lawrence and Bendy belongs to BATIM Art belongs to me

[neverendingstories00]

“The Prince And The Frog”

A devilishly handsome bokor, a hardworking red headed waiter, and a tint of some New Orelenes magic. What could possibly go wrong?

....Or essentially a 70’s sledgefu retelling the princess and the frog with a twist or two!

Ever since he was a little boy, Eugene Sledge had dreams of opening up a restaurant in New Orleanes. His parents would read him fairytales and for him to always to believe in “wishing upon a star”. He swore to his parents that he’d open up the best restaurant. A few years later, it’s now the 1970’s; the oil crisis, watergate hearings, and a night of the opera has been released. Things were changing all around and Eugene felt like he was a twenty three year old stuck in a fourty year old’s body. Now a a senior at LSU, Eugene balances classes and his two jobs, becoming an workaholic running on caffeine and ambition.

Merriell Shelton, better known as The Shadow Man, is an Bokor in New Orelenes. Having ties to the Ioa, Merriell knows how a thing or two about Voodoo and how to use it for good and evil. He’s selfish, spoiled, and arragorant. Merriell curses whoever he wants, sleeps with whoever he wants, and does whatever he wants. Besides, with his infamous reputation and friends on the other side, nobody dares to threathen him.

Merriell, of course, messes with the wrong (and very powerful) witch docter. He and his friends, Burgie and Leyden, all get transmfored into Bayou critters. Separated, Merriell has a week to find a handsome princess, or prince, to break the spell or on the eve of Mardi Gras, or he will forever be a frog.

Both men had end goals, polar opposites who were never destined to meet. However, fate had a sick sense of humor and poor Eugene is dragged into this mess, one thing leads to another, and both men are frogs. Go figure.

Life lesson: never kiss a cajun frog. (and a sneak peak below!) 

“That book...What is it?” Merriell questioned as he hit behind a silver jewelry box, praying that the boy with auburn hair would stop being stubborn and let him speak.

Eugene looked at the large book with grunge pages and a beautiful, dark green cover with golden embroidery. The title was in French. Although he had lived in Louisana for four years, he was clueless in French. Looking down at the bugged eyed frog, he showed him the cover.

“Wait boy! I know ‘dis story....Le prince grenouille!” He cried. Eugene softened his shoulders, tilting his head. He placed the door on the makeup counter and opened the pages as the frog budded in, turning the pages. One revealed a princess kissing a frog, and the next one revealed a princess and prince, holding hands and kissing.

It took Eugene a second to process the situation, which he even found hard to believe. The frog with big bluish-gray eyes, his light blue prince costume, the crown tipping from his head, it was all coming together.

Uh oh, Eugene thought bite his nails. It didn’t seemed good.

“ ‘Dis is all makin’ sense now...” Merriell stated, nodding as he turned to the Auburn haired boy. “You know ‘da deal, red. You gotta’ kiss me.”

Eugene leaned on the counter and furrowed his eyebrows with a perplexed expression, unamused. “Pardon me, mister?”

The Cajun Bokor let out a chuckle, “Oh, quit you’re whinin’. ‘s always the hardest one’s to catch ‘dat are ‘da sweetest treat.”

“I don’t even understand a single darn word you’re sayin’.” Eugene mumbled. He knew exactly that Merriell was alluding too, but he didn’t want to accept a slimy fate. “Get to the point.”

“You gotta’ kiss me. You’ll enjoy it, don’t worry. All ladies, and some guys, enjoy a kiss from the shadow man.” The frog stated as he began to hop foward, “Come on now, puckah up.”

Suddenly, a large bubble appeared in Merriell’s neck before quickly sinking down. Eugene backed up, startled by the sudden movement.

Merriell seemed off guard, wide eyed before returning to his flirty mood. “ ‘Dat’s...new.”

“Oh no. Like hell I’m doin’ this.” Eugene shook his heads in the air, “I ain’t kissing frogs, or dangerous bokors.”

“But on ‘da balcony! You asked me!”

“I didn’t expect ya’ to speak! That’s fairytale stuff! That doesn’t exist in the real world.”

Being met with feat, Merriell let out a frustrated sigh. “Listen, besides from bein’ super damn sexy, I also know a thing or two ‘bout...” he rubbed his slimy things together, “magic. Any thin’ you want, like money, a girl or guy,...or a restaurant...I can getcha.”

Eugene went from crossing his arms and looking away to turning around, hooked to ever word the Cajun smoothly spoke. His features softened as he looked hesitant, overthinking the idea.

“ ‘sides, I could offer ya’ sumhtin’ real nice...” Snafu cooed as he saw Eugene looked down at the crumpled paper of the Bid he but on the rundown warehouse, the place for his restraunt.

Eugene let out a sigh and shuddered, “Just one kiss?”

“Sure...” Merriell smirked, raising his green eyebrows as he gave a wink. “Unless yah’ beg for more...”

Eugene held back a groan as he closed his eyes, puckering his lips as bent over. As he slowly dove in for his fate, he opened an eye to see The frog, confidently puckering his lips.

As much as he wanted to scream, Eugene mumbled a small prayer.

“Here’s to wishin’ on a damn star...”

And went right in for the kill. There was a flash, some sparkle, glitter, and then complete darkness.

Merriell had his eyes closed, expecting to his calloused tan hands and golden jewelry. Upon opening his eyes, he still saw his green slimy hands. Cursing under his breath, he looked up to see no signs of Eugene.

Strange, it should have worked. I mean, the red head was technically a prince.

Hopping to the end of the makeup bureau, Merriell looked down to see a lump of light blue clothes, boots, and a crown.

He froze as he looked down, realizing what had happened.

Oh, shit, Merriell thought.

[love-the-purple-cat]

Oh don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me - Chapter 1 Part 10

It's June 16th, and Ichigo is laying on his bed.

He doesn’t feel as bad as the previous years, not after learning the truth about his mother's death, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel awful for letting it happen at all.

“What’s gotten ya in a mood?” Cherī's voice fishes him out of the memories he was diving in. He looks up to see her standing with a dark orange nail polish bag near his bed.

“Hey.” He sits up, running a hand through his hair.

“Hey, yaself. Ya still haven’t answered ma' question. What's gotten ya in a mood? Is it that Inoue chick?”

“No,” Inoue hasn’t so much as looked at his direction. Tatsuki, on the other hand, has made her displeasure of whatever Cherī had done to her friend very vocal, much to his displeasure.

“Then what is it? Or are ya tired an' want a break from people? ‘Cuz Ah can leave if ya want.”

“No,” He says softly but too quickly. He swallows, trying to wet his throat, and says, “I promised you could paint my nails, and that’s what we're going to do.”

She frowns and sits next to him, close enough for their tights to touch. “Ichigo,” She says his name as though it's a sound that is made when one exhales, “Ah don’t care 'bout any stupid promises. If yer feeling down, Ah ain’t gonna force ya inta doin’ anythin'.” She lets her words hang in the air for a moment before continuing in a gentle voice, “Can ya tell me what's da matter? Maybe Ah can help.”

He presses his lips in a thin line, barely debating whether to share before saying, “It’s my mother's anniversary.”

“Oh, Ichi,” Cherī wraps a hand around his waist, pulling him close to her. “Ma' condolences.”

He twists and presses his face to her hair. It smells like mango.

She squeezes him once, “Would ya like me ta' stay or leave?”

He squeezes her back, “Please stay.” His voice doesn’t shake, the pain and grief have dulled enough over the years for that to not happen, even if it feels as though it should.

“Of course,” She murmurs, tightening her hold on him.

They don’t separate. Only withdrawing a little - still holding onto each other – for Cherī to throw a leg on Ichigo's other side before drawing back in.

At that moment, Ichigo almost feels happy for losing his powers if it meant meeting Cherī.

Almost.

 ——————————

They're at his mother’s grave. Ichigo tries to stay focused but finds himself too busy looking at his nails.

Cherī had given him a French manicure. He had been somewhat surprised, having expected the neon colours that would surely make him spottable from a mile away, but she had said that she didn’t want anyone to give him trouble for wearing nail polish so she chose colours that one would need to look twice to notice.

It was thoughtful.

Even though she had seen him beat up people larger than him, she still wanted to make the polish as unnoticeable as possible.

He is brought back to the present when goat-face announces that they are going back. It wasn’t unusual for Ichigo to stay back a while longer.

As his family walks away, he faces the grave.

“Hey, mom,” Ichigo starts and falls silent. He thinks for a moment before scraping the half-formed plan with topics he wanted to talk about and just saying, “I made a new friend. She's pretty interesting. Her name's Cherī and I only recently found out her surname. I like her. She moved here with her parents, helped me dye my hair, and surprised me when she dyed hers as well.” He pauses. “I think you might have liked her, but who knows.”

He could stay here longer, like previous years, but he thinks about Cherī who had said that she would treat him to ramen and decides that maybe it is okay to leave earlier than usual.

[hamanuelton]

my favorite parts of hamilton:

- “I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.”

- every time Leslie Odom Jr. as aaron burr begins another part with “how did a bastard, orphan-“ or like in that same way ‘cause he doesn’t always start it that way but you know what I mean

- the way Leslie Odom Jr. as My Boi Burr™️ says “well, the world got around, they said, ‘this kid is insane, man!’”

- also when Leslie Odom Jr. as A. Burr says

“WHAT’S YOUR NAME, MAN?!”

- “our man saw his future drip-dripping down the drain, a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain”

- “Alexander Hamilton. My name is Alexander Hamilton. And there’s a million things I haven’t done, but just you wait, just you wait...”

- background “just you wait, just you wait”’s as hammy’s putting on a new jacket and ensemble is praising nyc

- “and me? i’m the damn fool that shot him.”

- “Burr, sir” + the continuation of this all throughout

- “If you talk you’re gonna get shot” / FORESHADOWING WOOOEEEEWOOOOO

- “i’m John Laurens in the place to be”

- Lafayette’s fuckinf accent

- “BRRRAH! BRRAAAH! HERCULES MULLIGAN UP IN IT LOVIN IT”

- “if you stand for nothing, Burr, what’ll you fall for”

- “‘Onarchy?”

- hey, yo, i’m just like my country, i’m young, scrappy, and hungry—

- the way Odom Leslie Jr. as The Hamburrglar™️ says ‘shot’ and they all take a shot

- this ⤵️

- Hammy getting //flustered// about friendship

- WHEN ARE THESE COLONIES GONNA RISE UP

- Angelica’s face when Burr is tryna tell her bout herself and she shows him up and ships him out

- Act 1: 6. Farmer Refuted

- honorable mention: “my dog speaks more eloquently than thee!" "but strangely, your mange is the same." "is he in jersey?”

- King George pouting

- Jonathan Groff’s overarticulation of each syllable as King George is a work of art

- “♪ Da-da-da-dat-da-dat-da-da-da-dai-ah-da! ♪ Da-da-da-da-dai-ah-da! ♪

- “Everybody! —“

- “We keep meeting.”

- “i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. when’s it gonna get me? in my sleep? seven feet ahead of me?”

- “See, I never thought I’d live past twenty.”

- “this is not a moment, it’s the movement”

- “I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow, for the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow!”

- “dying is easy, young man, living is harder!”

- “i’m being honest. i’m working with a third of what our Congress promised.”

- “you need all the help you can get. i have some friends. Laurens, Mulligan, Marquis de Lafayette, okay, what else?” — “we’ll need some spies on the inside, some king’s men who might let some things slide.”

- “watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother be seated at the right hand of the father.”

- “Martha Washington named her feral tomcat after him” — “That’s true.”

- “Yo, if your marry a sister, you’re rich, son!” — “Is it a question of ‘if’, Burr, or which one?” and then the little ‘hey’ ‘hey’ thing they do gets me every time

- literally the use of yo throughout the production fucking gets me every single fucking time

- “i’m writin’ a letter nightly. now my life gets better, every letter that you write me. — THE PURE UNBRIDLED SENSE OF FORESHADOWING IN “laughin’ at my sister, cuz she wants to form a harem” — ft. “i’m just sayin’, if you really loved me, you would share him!”

- the irony in “Eliza, i don’t have a dollar to my name”, you’ll be on the $10 bill, my man

- top-notch brain

- Angelica TRIED TO TAKE A BITE OF ME

- the way Anthony Ramos as John Laurens says “alright, alright. that’s what i’m talkin’ about!” and also the face that he makes

- hunger-pang frame

- “You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied.” — “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. You forget yourself.” — “You’re like me. I’m never satisfied.” — “Is that right?” — “I have never been satisfied.” — “My name is Angelica Schuyler.” — “Alexander Hamilton.” — “Where’s your fam’ly from?” — “Unimportant. There’s a million things I haven’t done but just you wait, just you wait...”

- tbh the way ‘Schuyler’ is spelled is oddly satisfying to me

- honestly just the way LMM says Alexander Hamilton+/ my name is Alexander Hamilton, and there’s a million things i haven’t done, ‘just you wait, just you wait...’ throughout the production

- “i’m the oldest and the wittiest and the gossip in new york city is insidious”

- “You are the worst, Burr.”

- Act 1: 12. The Story of Tonight (Reprise)

- “love doesn’t discriminate, between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes”

- “love doesn’t discriminate, between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes and we keep living anyway. we rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes. and if there’s a reason i’m still alive when everyone who loves me has died—“

- “Chick-a-plao!”

- the way they say ‘raise a glass’ is both elegant and (appropriately) reverent

- “i go back to new york and my apprenticeship” — i shouted MY BOI HERCULES MULLIGAN UP IN IT LOVIN IT DID NOT JUST SAY THAT, IF HE ACTUALLY LEFT AND ISN’T JUST UNDERCOVER OR SOME SHIT IMMA WRITE LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA A STRONGLY WORDED LETTER

- the minute General Charles Les came into the picture i hated him so hard, even though his literal first word was ‘Whee!!!!’, though i can appreciate the sentiment and what LMM was tryna do there

- “Washington cannot be left to his devices indescisive, from crisis to crisis” — sweet baby jesus that alliteration, and jon rua totally pulled it off (i hate General Charles Lee not the person who played him, i can also appreciate the fact that as an actor it takes a lot of talent to be able to make you hate a character so easily, also shoutout to Jonathan Groff as King Georgey-Boy™️, Sydney James Harcourt as james reynolds, and the general way LMM somehow made me fed up/turn on Alexander with the whole scene with him and Maria Reynolds — and not only that but somehow redeemed himself to me which is easier said than done for characters and people alike.. i’ve been hurt too much to play like that.

- Act 1: 15. Ten Duel Commandments

- honorable mention: “if you don’t reach peace, that’s alright. time to get some pistols and a doctor on site. you pay him in advance, you treat him with civility. you have him turn around so he can have deniability.”

- Act 1: 17. That Would Be Enough

- honorable mention: the melody that LMM went with for that turn of phraseis a truly beautiful thing

- “Immigrants:” — “We get the job done.”

- THE FACT THAT MY MAIN MAN HERCULE MULLIGAN WAS ON THE INSIDE NOT ONLY DID I CALL IT BUT DAMN HE REALLY GOT THAT GOOD HOT TRIBUTE HE DESERVED

- “To my brother’s a revolutionary covenant! I’m runnin’ with the sons of liberty and I am lovin’ it! See, that’s what happens when you up against the ruffians. We’re in the shit now, somebody gotta shovel it! Hercules Mulligan, I need no introduction, when you knock me down I get the fuck back up again!”

- Act 1: 21. What Comes Next

- honorable mention: “i’m so blue” — the little squat that Groffsauce does as the light turns blue really got to me

- Act 1: 22. Dear Theodosia

- Leslie Odom Jr.’s voice is so ding dang delightfully airy

- honorable mention: “You have my eyes. You have your mother’s name. When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart.”

- Act 1: 23. Non-Stop

- as someone with siblings i can appreciate that they’re bickering like that’s just what they are

- “I was chosen for the constitutional convention! *squeal*”

- “Burr, we studied and we fought and we killed for the notion of a nation we now get to build. For once in your life, take a stand with pride. I don’t understand how you stand to the side.”

- Act 2: 1. What’d I Miss?

- honorable mention: “But the sun comes up and the world still spins.”

- Act 2: 2. Cabinet Battle #1

- honorable mention: “DOIN’ WHATEVER THE HELL IT IS YOU DO IN MONTICELLO!”

- tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

- “Daddy, daddy, look.... My name is Philip. I am a poet. I wrote this poem just to show it. And I just turned nine. You can write rhymes but you can’t write mine.” - “What!” - “I practice French and play piano with my mother.” — “Uh-huh!” — “I have a sister but I want a little brother.” — “Okay!” — “My daddy’s trying to start America’s bank. Un deux trois quatre cinq!” — “Bravo!” — “Hey, our kid is pretty great.”

- as much as i hate Act 2: 4. Say No To This (because for some reason i though Alexander Hamilton was better than that) Jasmine Cephas Jones sings in it is like a hot knife through butter — namely; “My husband’s doin’ me wrong beatin’ me, cheatin’ me, mistreatin’ me...”... I guess maybe I understand it ‘cause damn Jasmine Cephas Jones is so ding dang pretty and ding dang talented and wow what a remarkable person

- the way that Lin says “And her body’s saying, ‘hell, yes’ is um.. 😓

- “You see, that was my wife you decided to” — “Fuuuu—“

- Act 2: 5. The Room Where It Happens

- honorable mention: “Bros.”

- “Talk less. Smile more.” LMM being a dramatic bastard

- Act 2: 6. Schuyler Defeated

- Act 2: 7. Cabinet Battle #2

- “revolution is messy but now is the time to stand."

- honorable mention: “Ooh!!”

- “We signed a treaty with a King whose head is now in a basket. Would you like to take it out and ask it? ‘Should we honor our treaty, King Louis’ head?’ ‘Uh... do whatever you want, I’m super dead.’”

- Thomas Jefferson all like “but sir do we not fight for freedom” MY BAD SIR YOU ARE A SLAVE-OWNER HOW ABOUT YOU NOT

- mentioning Lafayette because apparently LMM has no problem with breaking the fourth wall

- “Daddy’s calling.”

- “I’m in the cabinet. I am complicit in watching him grabbin’ at power and kiss it. If Washington isn’t gon’ listen to disciplined dissidents, this is the difference. This kid is out!”

- “Southern motherfuckin’ Democratic-Republicans!”

- “The emperor has no clothes.”

- “Sir, I don’t know what you heard but whatever it is Jefferson started it.” — “Thomas Jefferson resigned this morning.” — “You’re kidding.” — “I need a favor.” — “Whatever you say, sir, Jefferson will pay for his behavior.” — “I’ll use the press. I’ll write under a pseudonym, you’ll see what I can do to him—“ — “Yes! He resigned you can finally speak your mind!” — “Ha. Good luck defeating you, sir.” - “I’m sorry, what?”

- Act 2: 10. I Know Him

- “—Vice President.” — “— No more Mr. Nice President.”

- “Sit down, John, you fat motherf—“

- Act 2: 12. We Know

- honorable mention: “You see that was my wife you decided to—“ — “WHAT—“

- Act 2: 13. Hurricane

- Act 2: 14. The Reynolds Pamphlet

- honorable mention: *DEEP VOICE* “DAMN”

- Act 2: 15. Burn

- i’ll be the first to say i wasn’t a huge fan of Eliza at first aside from Phillipa Soo’s killer voice

- this gave me a lot of respect for her

- honorable mention: “You have married an Icarus. He has flown too close to the sun.”

- Act 2: 16. Blow Us All Away

- i would like to point out that tweet where someone @‘s LMM about not mentioning Philip’s hot and he responds “I’M FAIRLY F**CKING SURE I DID”, y’know ⤵️

- “The ladies say my brain’s not where the resemblance stops.”

- “God, you’re a fox.”

- Act 2: 17. Stay Alive (Reprise)

- The ‘I know, I know. Shh.’ and the full circle back to his mom teaching him french on the piano really got to me for the beautiful artistry in it but also damn them feels

- Act 2: 18. It’s Quiet Uptown

- “I spend hours in the garden. I walk alone to the store and it’s quiet uptown. I never liked the quiet before. I take the children to church on Sunday, a sign of the cross at the door, and I pray. That never used to happen before.”

- “Philip, you would like it uptown. It’s quiet uptown.”

- “You knock me out, I fall apart.”

- “Eliza, do you like it uptown? It’s quiet uptown.”

- “There are moments that the words don’t reach. There is suffering too terrible to name. You hold your child as tight as you can and push away the unimaginable. The moments when you’re in so deep it feels easier to just swim down.”

- “There are moments that the words don’t reach. There is a grace too powerful to name. We push away what we can never understand. We push away the unimaginable.”

- “Can you imagine?”

- Act 2: 19. The Election of 1800

- honorable mention: “And they say I’m a Francophile: at least they know I know where France is!”

- “You used to work on the same staff” — “Whaaaat.”

- “Honestly, it’s kind of draining.” — “Burr...” — “Sir!” — “Is there anything you wouldn’t do?” — “No. I’m chasing what I want. And you know what?” — “What?” — “I learned that from you.” / this moment made the blow that he voted for Jefferson like a damn hole in my chest and i actually really felt for Burr. i get Hammy’s reluctance, i think if anything he was hoping voting for Jefferson would give Burr the chance to have experience as VP and then the next election he might vote for him then depending

- Act 2: 20. Your Obedient Servant

- A. Burr

- A. Ham

- “I just need to write something down.” / really resonated as one of the last things they showed him doing before going off to the duel, his life really was writing and that was the perfect way to say that in a very subtle sort of way. i really appreciate it artistically, whether it was intentionally so or not.

- Act 2: 22. The World Was Wide Enough

- okay but first of all i would like to comment on the fact that Ariana DeBose PLAYS THE GODDAMN BULLET, I JUST

- THE FACT THAT THE BULLET HAS A PART

- “This man will not make an orphan of my daughter.” / this made me really sympathize with Burr, as well as when he tries to go towards Hamilton (at least in the play but I sincerely hope that was historically accurate) / but also that fact that Theodosia Burr was lost at sea at 29 makes me sad because Hamilton’s life was taken to give her one and then she just up and disappears in a freak accident

- Act 2: 23. Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story

- the orphanage got to me

- i loved that he (LMM) didn’t end it with himself or anything

- he let Phillipa Soo tear my heart out

- it killed me but i died quite happily

- and really what more could you ask for.

[dailydianakko]

Undying Au-Fuck

help.

I woke up the next day in my coffin. I walked out of it and put on some black eyeliner, black eyesharrow, blood-bed lipstick and a black really low-cut leather dress that was all ripped and in stripes so you could see my belly. I was wearing a skull belly ring with black and red diamonds inside it. (Da night before Diana and I rent back to the skull (geddit skull koz im goffik n I like deth). Holbrooke chased Pool away. We flew there on our brooms. Mine was black and the broom-stuff was blood-red. There was lace all over it. Diana had a black MCR boom. We went back to our rooms and we had you-know-what to a Linkin Park song.) Well anyway I went down to the Grate Hall. There all da walls were painted black and da tables were black too. But you fould see that there was pink pant underneath the black pant. And there were pastors of poser bands everywhere, like Ashlee Simpson and the Backstreet Boys. “WTF!” I shouted going to sit next to Lotte Gothic Night’fall 666 and Barbara. L’Ote Gothic Nightfall 666 was wearing a black leather mini with a Good Chraloote t-shirt, black fishnets and black pointy boots. Barbara was wearing a long gothic blak dress with blood red writing that was all lacy and came up to your thighs and black boots and fishnets. Vampire, Dracula and Diana came. We started to talk about who was sexier, Mikey or Gerard Way or Billie Joe Armstrong. The girls joined in cause they were bi. “Those guys are so fucking hot.” Andrew was saying as suddenly a gothic old woman with a black beard and everything came. She was the same one who had chassed away Paul yesterday. She had normal tan skin but she was wearing white foundation and she had died her hare black. “……………….HOOLBROOKE?1!” we all gasped. “WTF?” I shouted angrily. “I thought she was just wearing that to scare Paul!” “Hello everyone.” she said happily. “As u can see I gave the room a makeover. Whjat do u fink about it?” Everyone from the poser table in Gryiffindoor started to cheer. Well we goths just looked at each other all disfusted and shook our heads. We couldn’t believe what a poser he was!1. “BTW you can call me Miranda.” SHE CALLED AS WE LEFT to our classes. “What a fucking poser!” Duana shouted angrily as we we to Transfomation. We were holding hands. Vampire looked really jealous. I could see her crying blood in a gothic way (geddit, way lik Gerard) but I didn’t say anything. “I bet she’s havin a mid-life crisis!” Su’cY shouted. I was so fucking angry. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX All day we sat angerly finking about Helbrooke. We were so fucking pissed off. Well, I had one thing to look forward too- da MCR concert. It had been postphoned, so we could all go. Anyway, I went to the common room sadly to cut classes. Diana was being all secretive. I asked what it was and she got all mad me and started crying all hot and angsty (rnt sensitve lesbian gurlz r so hot). “No one fucking understands me!1” she shouted angrily as her green and blonde hare went in her big blue eyes like Billie Joe in Boulevard of Borken Dreamz. Shee was wearing black baggy paints, a black MCR t-shirt and a black die. (geddit insted of tie koz im goffik) I was wearing a blak leather low cut top with chains all over it all over it a blak leather mini, black high held boots and a cross belly fing. My hair was al up in a messy relly high bun like Amy Lee in Gong Under. (email me if u wana see da pik) “Accuse me? What about me!” I growled. “Buy-but-but-” she grunted. “You fucking bastard!” I moaned. “No! Wait! It’s not what it fucking looks like!” she shouted. But it was to late. I knew what I herd. I ran to the bathroom angrily, cring. Diana banged on the door. I whipped and whepped as my blody eyeliner streammed down my cheeks and made cool tears down my feces like Benji in the video for Girls and Bois (VALK that is soo our video!). I TOOOK OUT A CIGARETE END STARTED TO smoke pot. Suddenly Avery came. she had appearated. “You gave me a fucking shock!” I shouted angrily dropping my pot. “Wtf do you fink you’re doing in da red team’s room?” Only it wasn’t just Avery. Someone else was with her too! For a second I wanted it 2 b Andrew or maybe Diana but it was HObrooke. “Hey I need to ask you a question.” she said, pulling out her black wanabe-goffik purse. “What are u wearing to the concert?” “U no who MCR r!” I gasped. “No I just saw there was a concert dat a lot of gothz and punx were going 2.” She said. “Anyway Diana has a surprise for u.” XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX All day I wondered what the surprise was. Meanwhile, I pot on a blak ledder mini, a blak corset with urple lace stuff all over it, an black gothic compact boots. MCR were gong 2 do the concert again, since POOL had taken over the last one. I slit my wrists while I moshed 2 MCR in my bedroom all night, feeling excited. Suddenly someone knocked on the door while I was trying on sum black clothes and moshing to Fang u 4 da Venom. I gut all mad and turned it of, but sacredly I hopped inside dat it was Diana so we could do it again. “Wut de fucking hell r u doing!” I shouted angrily. It was Picies! “R u gonna cum rape me or what.” I yelled. I was allowed to say dat because Holbrooke had told us all 2 be careful around het and Nelson since she was a pedo. “No, actshelly (geddit, hell) kan I plz burrow sum condemns.”s he growld angrily. “Yah, so u can fuk ur six-yr-old gurlfriend, huh?” I shouted sarkastikally. “Fuker.” She said, gong away. Well anyway, I put on some black eyesharow, black eyeliner, and some black lipstick and white foundation. Then I went. Den I gasped…………………………………………………………….Pieces and Nelson were in da middle of da empty hall, doin it, and Finnelan was watching!1 “Oh my god you ludacris idiot!” they both shooted angrily when they saw me. Finnelan ran away crying. Dey got up, though. Normally I wood have ben turned on (I luv cing the sheep of wuter) but both of them were fuking preps. “WTF is that why u wanted condoms?” I asked sadistically. (c I speld dat) “Only you wouldn’t give them to me!” Pisces shouted angrily. “Well you shoulda told me.” I replayed. “You dimwit!.” Nelson began 2 shoot angrily. And then………I took out my black camera and took a pic of them. U could see that they were naked and everything. “Well xcuse me!” they both shouted angrily. “What was dat al about?” “It wuz to blackmail u.” I snarked. “So now next time you see me doing it with my girlfriend you cant fuking rat me out or I’ll show dis to holbeook. So fuck off, u bastards!” I started to run. They chased me but I threw my wound at them and dey tripped over it. Well anyway, I went outside and there was Paul, looking extremely fucking hot. “WTF where’d Diana?” I asked him. “Oh she’s bein a fucking bastard. She told me she wouldn’t cum.” Vampire said shaking her hed. “U wanna cum with me? 2 the concert?” Then….. she showed me his flying car. I gasped. It was a black car. She said her rummate constanze had given it 2 her. The license plate on the front sed MCR666 on it. The one on da back said ‘AAKEW’ on it. ……….I gasped. We flew to the concert hall. MCR were there, playing. Vampire and I began 2 make out, moshing to the muzik. I gapsed, looking at da band. I almost had an orgasim. Gerard was so fucking hot! He begin 2 sing ‘Helena’ and his sexah beautiful voice began 2 fill the hall. ……….And den, I heard some crrying. I turned and saw Diana, cryin in a corner. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Later we all went in the skull. Diana was crying in da common room. “Duana are u okay?” I asked in a gothic voice. “No I’m not u fuking bitch!”s he shouted angrily. She stated to run out of the place in a suicidal way. I stated to cry cuz I was afraid she would commit suicide. “Its ok Akki.” said Vampire comfortly. “Ill make her feel better.” “U mean you’ll go fuck her wont you!” I shouted angrily. Then I ran 2 get Diana. Vampire came too. “Diana please come!” she began to cry. Tears of blood came down her pail face. I wuz so turned on cuz I love sensitive lesbun gurlz. (if ur a homophone den fuk of!) And then………………………….. we herd sum footsteps! Vampire got out her blak invincibility coke. We both gut under it. We saw the janitor Meenotar there, shouting angrily with a flashlight in his hand. “WHOSE THERE!” he shouted angrily. We saw a rat come. It went unda da invisibility cloke and started to meow loudly. “IS ANY1 THERE!” yelled Mr. Menotaur. “No fuck u you preppy little poser sun of a fukcing bich!” Vampire said under her breast in a disgusted way. “EXCUS ME! EXCUS ME WHO SED DAT!” yelled Mr. Norris. Den he heard the rat meow. “RAT is der any1 unda da cloak!” he asked. The Rat nodded. And then……………………….Vampir frenched me! She did it jus as…………………….. Mr. Mentouar was taking of da cloak!1 “WHAT DA-” he yelled but it was 2 late cuz now we were ruining away frum him. And den we saw Duana crying n bustin in2 tearz and slitting her rists outside of da school. “Diana!” I cried. “R u okay?” “I guess though.” Diana weeped. We went back to our coffins frenching each other. Diana and I decided to watch Lake Placid (c isnt da deprezzin) on the gothic red bed together. As I wuz about 2 put in the video, my eyes rolled up and suddenly I had a vision of something that was happening now. There was a knok on the door and Fafnir and da Mystery of Magic walked into the school!1 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX All day everyone talked about the Misery of Magic. Well anyway, I woke up the next day. I was in my coffin so I opened the door. I was wearing blak lacey leather pajamas. Then I gasped. Standing in front of me where………………. B;loody Lotta Nighdfall 666, Vampire, Diabolo, Diana, Dracula and Barbara! I opened my crimson eyes. Barbara was wearing a tight black leather top with pictures of bloody roses all over it. Under that she wart a black poofy skirt wit lace on it and black gothic boots that was attached to the top. Vampire was wearing a baggy Simple Plan t-shirt and baggy black pants and Vans. Diana was wearing a black MCR t-shirt and blak jeans and a leather jacket. She looked just likee Gerard Way, and almost as fucking sexy. Vampire looked like Joel Madden. B’loody Lotte Nightf’all 666 was wearing a tight black poofy gothic dress that she had ripped so it showed of all her clearage with a white apron that said ‘bich’ and other swear words and MCR lyrics on it kind of like one dress I had seen Amy Lee wear once. Darkness (who is Avery) was there too. She was weaving a ripped gothic black dress with ripped stuff all over it and a lace-up top thing and black pointy boots. So were Hannah and Wangari. It turns out that Darkness, Diabolo, Hannahs and Wangaru’s dad was a vampire. He committed suicide by slitting his wrists with a razor. He had raped them and stuff before too. They all got so depressed that they became goffik and converted to Stanism. “OMFG” I yielded as I jumped up. “Why the fuck are u all here?” “Akki something is really fucked up.” Duana said. “OK but I need to put my fucking clothes on first.” I shouted angrily. “It’s all right. We have to go now and you look kawaii anyway. Your so fucking beautiful.” Diana said in a sexy voice. “Oh all right.” I said smiling. “But you have to tell me why your being all erective.” “I will I will.” she said. So I just put on some black eyeliner, black lipstick and red eyeshadow and white foundation. Then I came. We all went outside the Lucbh room and looked in from a widow. A fucking prep called Chole from Purple Teeam was standing next to us. She was wearing a pink mini and a Hilary Duff t-shirt so we put up our middle fingers at her. Inside the Great Hall we could see Holbreooke. FAFNIE was there shouting at Hobroooke. Finnelam was there too. “THIS CANNOT BE!” she shouted angrily. “THE SCHOOL MUST BE CLOSED!” “PAUL IS PLANNING TO KILL THE STUDENTS!” yelled Fafrnir. “YOU ARE NOT FIT TO BE THE PRINCIPAL ANY LONGER!” yelled Finnelan. “YOU ARE TOO OLD AND YOUR ALZHEIMERS IS DANGEROUS! YOU MUST RETRY OR PAUL WILL KILL YOUR STUDENTS!” “Very well.” Holbrooke said angrily. “Butt we cannot do this. We can’t close the school. There is only one person who is capable of killing Paul and she is in the school. And her name is…………………………………………………………………..Akko Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way.” Diana, Hannah, Barbara, Darkness, S’ucky, Vampire and B’loody Lotte Nightfall 666 looked at each other………I gasped.

[ravenclaw-craftsgirl]

Lilian - Year One

Part 1 Part 2 Rating: G Foreword: This story uses the fanmade idea of Rowan Khanna being the name of Two Twins (The Twin Khannas) Using their middle names to distinguish themselves. Research has been done ahead of time, with certain instances purposely being different. 

I will pre-translate all of Lilian’s french for Mobile users! 

Enjoy!  Here’s the original Google Doc Link for those who enjoy proper formatting

The morning was warm over London’s suburbs. The sun shone over the road as a young girl surrounded by several children in a house’s driveway. Each were chatting individually while two stood nearby with a timer as they watched. “Come on, Lil, ya got it!” 

“Ye can do it!” they cried as the young brunette quickly reassembled a bikes assembly from scratch after having just polished them. Within a minute, she was done. “Woah, that’s thirty seconds faster!” The boy holding the stopwatch exclaimed, while the girl watching merely shouted in celebratory victory for her friend. The two helped the other up as a group of girls walked past and started laughing. “Oh look, La Rude is in the dirt plating with the boys again. Guess she didn’t get the memo that Girls don’t do that.” The leader of the group shouted, as the others laughed and chided in their obnoxiously high voices. “<It is rather rude to deny my talents. Only an idiot would degrade someone for doing something she likes.>” Lilian Le’Reau replied with a smirk. Several of the girls simply looked among themselves, confused and worried at what Lilian had just said. The leader simply frowned and stuck her tongue out before snapping her fingers, signalling for the others to continue wherever they were trying to go. “I don’t know why you put up with her, Lilian. She’s always such a jerk.” Lilian simply shrugged, pulled the hair tie out from her ponytail and shook her head. She grinned as her hair fell past her shoulders “Because I know I can make fun of her in french without her tattling.” With that sentiment, the kids all boarded their bikes and rode down to the nearest Football field to play a game.

It wasn’t until much later that day when Lilian finally rode home. The sun was barely touching the horizon as Lilian was riding. Suddenly a flash of black as an Owl suddenly appeared on Lilian’s handlebars. “<WHAT THE HECK>!” Was all she could say before she jerked the front wheel to the side out of reaction, causing her to crash into her yard. Covered in sweat and dirt, Lilian sat up and groaned as she looked at the bent front axle of the bike she had bought. “Mama is going to kill me. And what was�� that.” The owl simply turned to her and spun it’s head around, almost in a form of acknowledging the wreck that had just happened. Even more curious than the owl itself was the letter in its beak. Addressed to her home… with her name… Lilian carefully reached out to the owl to take the letter, careful to not potentially spook the creature. Thankfully she didn’t have a problem, with the owl only flying away once Lilian had the letter. “ ‘From the office of Hogwarts’ Huh? <What are you>?” She then stood up and hissed with pain as she saw her shin, scrapped and bloody from the crash. Thankfully she didn’t have to walk far as she took her bike into the garage before walking into the house.

Once inside, and after treating her injury, Lilian sat in the living room with her pet cat Eleanor as she opened the letter. The letter itself looked old, yet she opened it anyway and pulled out the letter inside. “ ‘Dear Mrs. Le’Reau, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry’? <What is that>?” 

Lilian continued reading through the letter, not noticing until she was nearly tackled by her cousin that the front door had opened. “Whatcha got there, Lil? Some love letter o’ some blighter lookin ta court ye?” Abbigail Mckinley said, big grin on her freckled face. Lilian smiled, rolling her eyes as the back of her hand smacked Abby on the arm. “<Stop that>, Abby. It’s some letter for some place called-” “Hogwarts school o’ Witchcraft an Wizardry. Glad ta see you finally got the letter. Was startin ta wonder if they sent it through the Post.” 

Lilian looked up to see her uncle Rorick standing with his hat and coat alongside her father, Daniel Le’Reau. “Well, It would seem you were right, Rorick. Glad I didn’t bet anything on that.” 

“Bah, I won in spirit, Danny. Ye just don wanna admit it.” Rorick said with a nudge of his elbow. “Wait, what is Hogwarts? Why did I get this letter?” Lilian asked, perplexed by her father’s casual acceptance of this… Wizard letter? 

“Ah ye see love… This is a letter for you to learn how ta be a witch like Abby here. Learn how to use your magical talent. Like yer normal school now, but with all the fairytale happenin’s ye’re so fond of.” Rorick said as he took a seat. Lilian simply stared at the letter, dumbfounded by this revelation and everything else that Rorick had to explain.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lilian walked through the sliding brick wall, mesmerized and afraid at the same time. It was only a month ago in July that she had learned about Magic from her uncle and cousin, let alone seeing it in action. How else was she supposed to be taking this kind of information? Just accept that her favorite childhood stories could be real? That Eragon could possibly have existed in some way shape or form? That Lord of the Rings could have actually been a real battle covered up? 

“Lil? Oi, cous, ye’er me?” 

Lilian snapped back to reality, hearing her cousin’s voice. “<Excuse me>, it’s just...So much to deal with, Abby…” Abbigail simply grinned, pulling Lilian along. “Come on now, we’ve only jus started!” 

The two went about, purchasing whatever they needed for school with Rorick nearby. The Auror simply smiled, following behind the two as he put all of their supplies in his bag. Thankfully, and mercifully, it was enchanted with an undetectable extension charm. He simply smiled as they went around with some money, buying what all they needed while he went to buy the rest of their school supplies that they would need. 

Abby and Lilian continued walking around for a while, Abby finally letting go of her arm, when she bumped into someone causing them both to spill. “<I am really sorry! I should have watched where I was going!>” Lilian started speaking as she quickly scrambled to pick up the books and other supplies before they were ruined by the streets. Lilian had nearly picked up all of the books when she noticed the other girl simply staring, wide eyed with wonder at her. Lilian suddenly wished she didn’t have her hair in a ponytail, feeling very self conscious of herself until she heard the girl speak. “That… That was French! Oh my goodness you’re so fluent! I wish I'd be able to learn french! Oh uh, Sorry if I didn’t understand it though. I’m good with books, but not people. Sorry for bumping into you!” The odd girl with round glasses smiled as she stood up with Lilian and took back her books. “I’m Rowan Hubei Khanna! Pleasure to meet you…?”

“Aye, Tha’s me cousin Lilian, an I’m Abby McKinley!” Abby said with a big grin as Lilian stood by her side and nodded, smiling slightly to be polite. “<H-hello>…” Abby turned to Lilian confused and then realized. “Oh right, ya switch ta French when yer nervous. Sorry fer that, Rowan. Ya shoppin for Hogwarts too?” As if to answer Abby’s question, the three see a young man, his complexion and demeanor almost the same as Rowan’s. “Hubei, little help! I’m tipping I’m tipping!” He cried as he tripped on a loose stone, toppling his books and a couple of other boxes over the trio. The boy sat up and rubbed his head before readjusting his glasses. “Oh, are we making introductions? I’m Rowan Harrow Khanna! Just call me Harrow!”

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“So ya two grew up on a tree farm? Seems a tad of a bore.” Abby said as the four children sat down at a nearby bench as they talked together.

“It’s really not that bad. Lots of reading and interesting stories!” Harrow said, followed by Hubei nodding enthusiastically. “It’s true! We get quite a lot of various people at the farm. Mom and Dad always say that we’re getting the entire world coming to buy their wand and broom wood.” 

Lilian smiled. “That seems interesting. I’ve never heard of a tree farm for brooms and wands specifically. It must be exciting.” 

The twins looked at each other and frowned. “Not really. More often than not, it’s kind of boring. Trees aren’t the fastest growing things.” “Yeah, for the most part we stayed inside to read and play wizard chess against each other. Harrow tried climbing a tree once. He was stung by so many Bowtruckles.” 

Harrow’s face turned bright red as he turned to Hubei. “Did not! That was just the branches not being trimmed in a while…” 

“Right, that’s why you screamed like a little girl. Haha dad had to levitate Harrow out of the tree!”

Lilian smiled at the two’s bickering when she noticed Abby looking down. She had forgotten how her cousin had lost her brother a while ago. She didn’t know how, but all she knew was that Abby’s big brother, Jacob McKinley, had run away and was never seen again. 

Lilian put a hand on Abby’s shoulder, silently nodded and smiled. “You’ll find him, Abby. I know it.” 

The two Khanna’s stopped their bickering and fell silent. Harrow was the first to speak “I’m sorry, we forgot about you being a McKinley…”

Abby shook her head. “Nah, ‘S fine. Jus comes with the territory. Come on, Lil. We should probably find Da an head home. Who knows what Hunin an Munin are doin right now.” Lilian nodded, bidding farewell to the Khanna siblings. As the two found Rorick, Lilian couldn’t help but hug them both. “<Thank you>, for everything you two are doing.” 

Rorick chuckled. “Lass, we’re a family. We stick together, through the thick of it. Now then, how about we spoil yer appetite a bit a’fore we head on home, Eh?” Lilian and Abby grinned to each other, following Rorick’s lead to a nearby candy shop.

[brooklynislandgirl]

“She were plannin’ i’. Oi’ were just doin’ ta adultin’ bits.” What Da means to say is…HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BETH!

~*~

There was a gorgeous breakfast in bed, which makes her smile though she’s forced to laugh to herself because...that’s slick. Getting up before the little girl does so she doesn’t see him coming out of Beth’s room. They’re getting better at this, but it’s harder to do at his place. She’s never had croissant French toast and it’s absolutely delicious as are the oranges and the fresh-squeezed juice. Coffee is lifeblood of the gods. “Mahalo, Minao. Dis is beautiful, an’ is tasty.” She offers Maria a bit of the toast and then they do orange-slice grins at Luka, whose fingers get batted away by his women. And while she would much rather lounge in bed for most of the day, catching up on peace and quiet and all the sleep she’s been lacking the rest of the time, Maria’s excitement and Luka’s bemusement don’t make that a possibility. Something she’s learning about having a child.  The thought strikes her after she’s kicked them both out so she can get dressed, and for a moment, it sticks in her throat. No one really knows that they aren’t just close friends, not their work partners, not their family, not even Maria. No one knows that they are dating, that they’ve started sleeping together, not...a lot of things, but every day that passes, the more she grows possessive and protective of the two O’Rians in the other room. She makes it as far as the living room when she sees the balloons, and then the cake ~she really does love raspberries, and the matching flavoured cake-pops. Maria is more excited about the extensive coloured pencils than anything else and it’s while she’s drawing with the little girl that Luka slips the necklace around her neck, and it slides down into her shirt to rest against her heart. She smiles. They end up with a sketch of the three of them, suitable for framing, because they don’t have pictures. They never do.

The day is quiet, perfect. A walk along the Battery, a lunch a local cafe while Maria plays in the children’s water spouts with the other kids. It’s just...nice. Maybe a little too much, all things considered, and it makes Beth wonder for the thousandth time what will happen when this is over, because it can’t last. By the time they get home, Beth is planning what to order for dinner, and maybe stealing a slice of cake before it arrives when she’s told that’s going to have to wait. That they need to take a nap ~Maria does, anyway~ because there’s one last gift.

She were plannin’ i’. Oi’ were just doin’ ta adultin’ bits. What Da means to say is…HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BETH!

Turns out that the last surprise is a drive in movie. That somehow a pick-up was borrowed and the back kitted out with the biggest air mattress, pillows and blankets, a picnic basket and everything else needed for the perfect movie at the Skyline. Which Beth knows for a fact they have subtitles for the hearing impaired. And just when she doesn’t think she can be any more overwhelmed with joy and love and gratitude, they tell her what they’re seeing.

...Jaws.

[bendy-dreamland]

(Warning: chapter contains mild gore, death, and blood, mentions of medical procedures)

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“Boris! No, no! What have they done to ya?!”

Henry pulled Bendy away, keeping him from looking at the dead Toon. “Bendy, we need you to get out of here. Mugman, think you can take him back to Candy Corners?”

“NO!” Bendy screamed. “No, no, no! I’m not leavin’ dis spot! Dat’s mah buddy up in dat dang tree! I wanna know why he’s up there!”

“Hey, calm down, calm down!” Cuphead grabbed at the demon, turning him around to face him. “Look at me, brat! If yer gonna freak out, you’re gonna call da wrong sorta attention here! We need to block off da area and get da police in on dis. We’ve got a straight up murder on our hands, and it might be part of our investigation.”

Bendy looked at Cuphead before his face scrunched up as big, black tears came to his eyes. “B-But… Boris is…” He was cut off when the red-themed cup pulled him into a tight hug, rubbing his back. The demon started to cry, wrapping his arm around Cuphead.

Mugman gulped, looking up at Boris before looking at Henry as he approached him. “S-Should we get someone to call the police? I can go back to the shop…”

“Give me the camera I gave you earlier, I’m gonna take a few pictures. Go call for the police, please.” Henry replied, holding out his hand. Mugman didn’t say anything as he took the camera from his person, giving it to the detective before running back to the shop.

He got inside and went up to the counter. “Mike, I need to use the phone, gotta call the cops. We’ve got a possible murder on our hands.” He whispered, not wanting to cause a panic in the soda shop. Mike didn’t say anything as he let Mugman go behind the counter to use the phone.

As the mug was doing this, Henry was taking pictures of Boris’ body. It wasn’t easy, the sight was making his stomach curl, and Bendy’s crying wasn’t helping that unsettling feeling.

In his short time as a P.I., Henry has learned that death was a rare, but possible, event for cartoon characters. He’s learned that death comes in a variety of ways, some worse than others. Cartoon characters can be killed with acetone or Dip, something like acetone except ten times worse, and it’s not a pretty or pleasant death for anyone. Even humans have trouble when it comes to Dip, it burns something terrible.

Another way to die is from a weapon infused or soaked in either of these liquids, but it can’t be a Toon weapon, it has to be a human one.

Then there’s the simple death of a character due to script writing, and sometimes it’s for the best.

The saddest death is when a Creator gives up on a character and just kills them by ignoring them and cutting them off, leaving them to suffer. They cannot survive this way, they can’t continue to be a character, they’re not even allowed to stay alive in Toon World.

One of the worst cases is when Walt Disney and Universal Studios gave up on Julius the Cat, from the Alice shorts. The poor character suffered so much hate from people accusing him of being a rip-off of Felix the Cat that Disney let him be forgotten.

But that wasn’t his fault, he was an Original Idea that happened to be a black cat who was an imp, personality wise.

Original Ideas are the very essence of a Toon, they exist but they have no true form, no way to come to life, until they can make contact with the mind of a Creator. This is how cartoons come into being, this is how they can access the Over World.

When a Creator gets an Original Idea in their head, they draw the character on paper, then animate them. This gives them the kick in the pants they need for something called Life Ink to get them to come to life, to come over to the real world to live as a living drawing, a Toon.

Toons live in Toon World, that’s their home, but they can’t come into being until a Creator gives them life. It’s always been this way, even with comic characters. They exist in Toon World once they are brought to life through the medium they exist in.

Henry has had many Original Ideas he’s brought to life, just like Boris up here. It hurts to see his creation mangled like this, and maybe it’s the shock of it all, but Henry was keeping himself level headed about all this. He had to, he found his friend murdered and he knew that he had to be the one to find out why. Boris was an Original Idea he gave life to, and it hurts to see that someone snuffed that life out.

That made him worry, was something going to happen to Alice, the Butcher Gang? Did something already happen to them… and Bendy? Oh no, what about Bendy?

Bendy was, for the most part, a difficult Toon to bring to life. He was an Original Idea, but nothing Henry did could give him Life Ink. Until Joey took things into his own hands and told Henry that he’d help bring Bendy into this world. The next morning, he found Bendy sleeping at his desk, completely alive. Henry had asked how Joey did it, and all his friend had said was,

‘You just had to believe hard enough, Henry. Belief can make dreams come true, it can make magic happen.’

Lowering the camera, Henry looked over at Bendy, seeing him sitting a distance away, his back turned to face the body. Cuphead was quietly talking to him, patting his back. Henry could still hear crying from his demonic creation. He didn’t blame Bendy, he was reacting how anyone else would after finding the corpse of their best buddy in a tree.

There were loud siren sounds and Henry looked over to see police cars and the police force making their way over. He wasn’t too keen on the cops themselves, especially the ones here in Palomino City, but he was going to need their help.

He watched as a poodle in a chief’s uniform approach. He looked at Henry and cleared his throat, his voice heavy with a French accent as he spoke. “I am Chief Louis Baton, we were called here because of, eh, murder? Yes?”

Henry nodded. “I’m private detective Henry Ross, and the murder victim is my creation, Boris the Wolf.”

Chief Baton looked at him confusion. “You are a Creator?” He asked, sounding suspicious.

Reaching into his pocket, Henry pulled out his wallet and pulled out an ID card. It showed an image of himself from years ago, and had information about himself and his position at Joey Drew Studios. Chief Baton looked it over before giving a nod. “I have heard of you, Mr. Ross, just needed to make sure. Have had humans pretending to be… well… Creators, yes? Trying to sneak into places. Where is the body?”

Pointing up, Henry gestured to the tree and Chief Baton’s face paled, which was funny to see since he was a white poodle. “Mon dieu…!” He squeaked out as a bit of Boris’ entrails slipped out and dropped down, hanging about three feet down.

Henry felt like throwing up as he looked away. “I-I… let me get the clean up crew…” the police officer stammered out as he turned away. The animator looked down at the ground before walking over to Bendy and Cuphead.

“How’s he doin’?” Henry asked as he sat down next to Bendy, only to have the devil latch tightly to him, crying once more.

“Bad.” Cuphead sighed loudly. “What do ya think’s gonna happen, Ross?”

“He’ll be taken to the morgue where the coroner will look him over.” Henry frowned softly. “I know the coroner, he’s a friend, I’ll be able to get information about what happened from him easily.”

Bendy sniffed loudly before pulling away, his face was stained with inky tears. “Please… please figure out what happened… my best buddy’s dead, I can’t…”

Henry pulled him close and hugged him, sighing softly. “I know, I know, it hurts a lot. I wish I hadn’t seen it either. But I promise that I’ll figure out what happened, and I’ll take down whoever dared to kill Boris.”

Golden eyes looked up at him and Henry watched as a small smile came to Bendy’s lips. “I-I’ll hold ya do dat, ol’ man.”

--

Henry had spoken to several police officers about what he knew of Boris’ body, and he was able to interview both the ram and his wife about what happened. Apparently, they had taken a stroll through the park and the sheep had wanted to sit under the tree for a little break, only for her to find the blood and ink.

Now, that had Henry curious.

Blood and ink do flow in Toon veins, but the problem with the situation is that the blood was too dark, too deep a shade of red to be cartoon blood. Most characters bled a very bright, very loud shade of red, though some bled different colors, and some bled straight up black if they were a monochrome character.

In this case, that was where Boris fell. He was black and white in color, so his blood should be black. But this? Boris had blood that was the same color as that of a human’s, that’s… that’s not right. Did Joey make changes to Boris that were internal rather than external in design? Toons do get upgrades and design changes to match with the times, explains why Bendy wore a colored outfit, but Boris?

Boris was different, he looked just as he had years ago, and was even in his signature overalls. Last Henry had heard, Boris wore a shirt now and had a change in pants as well. He was even sporting a tail, a design choice that Henry fully approved of.

Did Boris change back to his old look before his death?

Henry sighed and rubbed at his eyes before getting up, grabbing a cup of coffee from the offered pot and cups across the room. He, Cuphead, Mugman, and Bendy were sitting in the waiting room at the coroner’s office, waiting to hear anything from the doctor in the other room.

Sitting at a desk in the room was a white cat with a long, fluffy tail and big, gold eyes. She had a cute smile on her face as she typed away at her type writer to the beat of the song that played on the radio. She was the secretary and wife of the doctor, Tabby. She was a sweetheart and liked to call Henry cutie whenever he came in. He let her do it because she was too nice to be angry with.

He poured himself a cup of coffee before looking over at the boys. Bendy had finally passed out from the emotional stress and was currently sleeping against Mugman, who was also napping quietly. Cuphead was the only one awake, flipping through a comic book he had pulled from his hammerspace.

“Want some coffee?” He asked the cup, who looked up and nodded. Walking back over, he handed Cuphead his drink, who happily poured it into his head, enjoying the boost of caffeine.

“Thanks, Henry.” Cuphead said as he closed the comic. “Maybe I should take ‘em home, Bendy’s had a rough time.”

“Yeah, maybe y-” The door behind the secretary desk opened and a black cat dressed in scrubs came out. He had a bored expression on his face as he looked over at the group. “Oh, hello, Dr. Fish.” Henry greeted, before hearing a loud snort from Cuphead. The cat was named Doctor Claudius Fish, and yes, his name was a set of puns. Happens a lot to cartoon characters.

Dr. Fish rolled his eyes, sighing loudly through his nose. “I didn’t choose my name, boy, don’t make fun. Henry, can you come with me, I need to show you something.”

“Right.” Henry set his cup down and looked over at Cuphead. “You gonna come with?”

“I… suppose, yeah. Miss, do ya mind watchin’ my baby bro and friend?” He asked, looking at Tabby, who happily nodded. He followed the doctor and detective through the door and into another part of the building. They entered an examination room and Cuphead made a face as he looked at the body on the table.

Boris was cut open and some of his organs rested on trays, even his head seemed to be cut open. But Cuphead was shocked to notice something with the body and the organs. “Oh, sugar honey iced tea… those aren’t right.”

“I take it that you figured out the problem here, yes?” Dr. Fish asked, looking at the cup headed Toon.

“Yeah, uh, I ain’t da smartest guy here in town, but I know what cartoon organs are suppose to look like, and these ain’t right.”

“What do you mean?” Henry asked as he approached, before realizing what they were getting at. “These are human…”

“Yes, and they seem to belong to Boris, as they were physically attached to him naturally.” The mortician replied, adjusting his glasses on his nose. Henry and Cuphead looked at him with equal surprise and he continued. “I have never seen anything like this before in all my years of working with Toons and humans. Toon organs may look like human ones, but there are obvious differences. For one, the heart is meant to look like one you see when a character is in love.”

“I’m guessin’ Boris’ doesn’t look anythin’ like that?” Henry asked as Dr. Fish held up a tray. He cringed, staring at the heart that was clearly human, except it was yellow in colored, stained in ink. What made it worse was that there was a giant bite mark in it. “What the hell…?”

Setting down the dish, Dr. Fish reached for his notes. “From what I was able to gather, it seems that this wolf has a human chest cavity, and bleeds human blood but toon blood as well, that’s not ink. Though he does have ink in his chest, but I doubt it’s his.”

“What’s… the cause of death?”

“Looks like he was attacked by a beast of sorts. He was clearly torn open by teeth, and most of his organs have bites and tears. It seems a monster had gotten to him, if you want to believe that. I think it was a wild animal Toon, one that has simple intelligence, like a wolf or lion from the Over World.”

He pointed towards the chest, at what looked like long marks in the black fur. “Seems that claws were used, or at least one set. I can’t find much in terms of evidence that two sets were used, just one that appears to be from the right front paw. That, or a hand from a Toon with very, very dark tendencies.”

“Gross.” Cuphead grimaced. “Hopefully it ain’t dat, don’t wanna be dealin’ with a crazed murderer. But if dat’s da option dat’s right… why would a Creator make such a character?”

“Because some people have dark minds that attract such Original Ideas.” Dr. Fish scoffed. “It’s why we have bad guys in Toon World, adds drama to a world full of sugar and smiles. I don’t mind the drama, gives me work.”

“Dat’s a dark outlook on da situation, Dr. Fish.”

“I deal with death and gore, boy, I am desensitized to much of what I see in this office, and I don’t mind it compared to the blinding world of cartoons outside of my office. If I want sunshine and rainbows, I’ll spend time with Tabby, at least I enjoy it from her.”

“Boy, you must be fun at parties.”

Henry sighed and slapped his forehead. “Anythin’ else you can tell us about this, doctor?”

Dr. Fish nodded and moved to another part of the room, grabbing a tray before returning to the table. On the tray was a large wrench, but there was something so wrong about it. It was solid, physical, but it appeared to be stuck as a sketch in appearance. It had all the tell-tale signs of a sketched-out design, like the marks of trying to make straight lines, the areas where things didn’t look even. And it was covered in dry ink and blood.

“This was found in his chest, behind his lungs.” The cat stated. “I’m not sure why it was there, but I suspect that it has a big thing to do with what happened to him. I am still going for his death being caused by an animal, but it is possible that this was used in the process. I’ll keep looking over anything else that seems suspicious.”

Henry nodded, looking from the wrench to Boris, seeing the familiar face, but the unsettling unfamiliarity of the X’d out eyes. There was a soft cough, catching the detective’s attention as he looked back to the doctor, who was giving him a look that meant that he understood how he was feeling.

“I’ll let you know more soon, Henry. I’m still needing to examine things and run tests, give me a day or two. Go home and rest, you look exhausted.”

He did feel exhausted, this is a lot to take in. “I know, I mean… this is my friend, my creation, layin’ on this table, right in front of me.”

Green eyes stared at him before Dr. Fish removed his glasses, cleaning them off a bit. “I understand, it is a hard thing to take in, people sometimes forget that Toons can die as well. We’re not meant to last forever, we all have to go at some point, even if it seems to happen before our time. Go home, you two, get some rest, continue work in the morning.”

--

Stepping out back into the office, Henry was surprised to find Linda waiting there with a now-awake Mugman and Bendy. She smiled sadly and got up, approaching him. “How are you doing, Henry?”

“Terrible, but I’m tryin’.” He tried to smile back at her and she gently patted his arm.

“Come on, let’s go to my place. I’ll make you boys a nice, hot meal and you can relax a bit. I’m sure you all need it after what happened tonight. If you want, you can spend the night!”

“Oh, I don’t wanna be a bother…”

She shook her head. “No, no! It’s alright, I’m offering! Besides, it’s getting late and traveling through the portals at night isn’t always the best. Also, when’s the last time I made you a good dinner, Henry?”

He wanted to say no, he wanted to reject the offer, but how could Henry say no to Linda? He chuckled as he shrugged. “Alright, alright, we’ll come over, is that alright with you boys?”

“Hell yeah!” Cuphead grinned, giving a thumbs up. “I’m up for a free meal!” He ignored his brother, who told him to stop being rude. Bendy looked over and smiled, he looked so tired and worried as he got up, walking over to Henry.

“Thanks fer da offer, Ms. Linda, real nice of ya to do fer us.” He told her, and she nodded, frowning softly.

“It’s the least I can do, it’s a terrible thing to have happen, losing a dear friend like that. Come, let’s head to my place.”

After saying good bye to Tabby, the small group walked out into the dark streets. People were out and about, many coming home from work, others going out for a good time. They could quietly hear people gossiping about a murder in the park, that’s the problem with cities like this, word travels fast.

Bendy bit his lip, trying to ignore the talking of strangers, instead trying to focus on the quiet chatter of his friends. He glanced around as he quietly walked before something caught his eye, a flash of black and blue. He stopped, looking about, what was that? Had he seen who he thought he had seen?

“Ben?”

Blinking, Bendy turned to see Cuphead looking at him with concern. “You okay there, short stuff?”

“Yeah, I thought I saw… hey! Don’t call me short!” He huffed and quickly moved to catch up to the laughing cup, his mind no longer on what he had thought he had seen.

As they walked on down the street, someone peeked around the corner of a building, watching from under a hood. Black, pie-cut eyes looked on in worry before looking about, making sure that there was no one watching from above.

With a loud gulp, the figure ran off. This was bad, he just knew it, he could feel it in his feet that something terrible was starting.

First Joey disappears, now there’s a mutilated body, and he knew there would be more very soon…

END OF ACT ONE SCENE FIVE

[basketcase1880]

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CHAPTER 5

Saturday dawned, and Claire was up at 6am. She hadn’t brought much in the way of hiking, but fortunately, Claire and Jenny were the same size shoe. So, Claire dressed in warm jeans, a long-sleeved shirt topped with a t-shirt, and her nursing society hoodie. She would collect her outerwear at the door as well as Jenny’s boots.

 Ellen was already up when Claire made her way downstairs, and she had bacon and eggs cooking away on the stove as well as coffee brewing away.

 “Mornin’ Claire,” Ellen smiled. “I didnae expect ye up this early. An’ yer dressed rather warmly fer the house.”

 “Mornin’ Ellen,” Claire greeted in return as she sat at the kitchen table. “Jamie said he would show me some of the area as thanks for helping Fergus with his English.”

“Well, they won’t be long,” Ellen explained as she started plating up the food. “Jamie and Willie are just helpin’ Brian feed the horses. An’ can I jus’ say how grateful Brian and I are for the wor yer doin’ wae Fergus.”

 “It’s no problem,” Claire reassured. “He’s such a sweet boy. I see you’ve given in and started calling him ‘Fergus’ too.”

 “Aye, ye cannae be confusin’ the lad,” Ellen smiled as he poured two mugs of coffee and put them on the table. “Jus’ need tae work on Brian.”

 “Work on Brian wae what?” the man in question asked as he entered the kitchen through the back door followed by his two giant sons. “If yer talkin about the lad’s name, I’m still callin’ ‘im Claudel. Tha’s the name on ‘is birth certificate, so tha’s the name I’m callin’ ‘im.”

 Jamie mumbled something under his breath that Claire didn’t fully catch, it may actually have been in Gàidhlig. So, Claire made a mental note to ask him about it later when they were alone. Whatever it had been made Brian uneasy and he headed out of the kitchen, followed by Ellen.

 “Good mornin’ Claire,” Willie Fraser greeted as he sat down at the table next to her. “Didnae expect tae see ye up at this ungodly hour. Only madmen an’ farmers are up at this hour.”

 “Aye an’ yer a bloody madman,” Jamie jumped in with as he sat down in Ellen’s vacant seat. “If ye must know, bràthair, I’m takin’ Claire tae see some o’ the countryside. She’s been cooped up here for more than a week helpin’ young Fergus wi’ ‘is English. He’s come on leaps an’ bounds tae.”

 “Fancy some company then?” Willie asked with a cheeky grin.

 “I don’t think Louise would be too happy with that,” Claire said, having sensed Jamie was about to say something snarkier than that. “Besides, you already promised Fergus you would let him bake something with you today. May I suggest cupcakes that he can decorate for everyone?”

 “Aye, yer right there, Claire,” Willie agreed, and Claire could see Jamie visibly relax out the corner of her eye. “An’ cupcakes it is. Louise will love to help with that. She could actually help with his English since she’s French.”

 “Tha’ will be great, Willie,” Jamie said thankfully. “Jus’ make sure the lad speaks more in English than French, though. Dinnae want Claire’s hard work goin’ tae waste.”

 “Aye, aye, Captain,” Willie joked as he saluted Jamie. “Noo, let’s eat. Don’ want mam’s good work goin’ tae waste, do we?”

 The trio then got down to eating breakfast in peaceful silence before Willie headed back to his room for a shower to wash the stink of the horses off him for the day.

 “So, what’s the plan for today, oh Captain?” Claire asked.

 “Thought we’d go fer a walk along the river,” Jamie began. “An’ see what the weather is like from there. Might take ye tae visit the ruins.”

 “Sounds like a plan,” Claire agreed and made to go collect the boots and her hat and coat.

Claire enjoyed the solace she felt walking along the river with Jamie, every now and then one of them would release a titbit about their life. Claire began with how she grew up all over the world and never really had a feeling of home and Jamie reciprocated with some tales of his childhood with Jenny. Claire then went on to talk about her Uncle Lamb and how she had nursed him at the end of his life, which inspired her to go into nursing.

 “In fact, it was one time I was in Malawi and worked with some of the children with learning disabilities that made me think of that field of nursing,” Claire explained. “It was quite an eye-opening experience. What made you go into the whiskey trade and not the horse trade with your dad?”

 “The horses are fer Rabbie,” Jamie said matter of factly. “Willie was good wi’ the cookin’ growin’ up, I had a heid fer trade, an’ Rabbie has a knack wi’ the horses. I do tae, bu’ I’ll let the lad have the business an’ I’ll help ‘im if ‘e needs it. Besides, I lef’ school at sixteen, an’ da sent me tae France tae work fer our cousin Jared.”

 “France, eh?” Claire asked intrigued and it looked like Jamie was dreading her next sentence. “It seems we have something in common. How long were you there?”

 “Three year,” Jamie explained. “Made sure I wis nice an’ legal afore I cam’ back hame to work in the trade. Dinnae want the competition complain tha’ Glen Ord had some underage kid workin fer them.”

 “You could have worked in the visitor centre.”

 “Nah, I’m no one fer people much. I prefer workin’ wi’ the rich smellin’ casks an’ the whiskey.”

 “So you can steal a dram or two?”

 “Nah, I don’ drink on the job. Murtagh would kill me.”

 “Murtagh? He’s your Godfather, right?”

 “Aye, an’ my boss. Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser. No’ wha’ about yer time in France?”

 Claire took the opportunity to talk about her work in France with the Sisters who worked at L'Hôpital des Anges and teaching some of the children who came through their services English. She went on to explain that she was there for two years between the ages of sixteen and eighteen when her Uncle Lamb appeared to have settled down with a close friend, Raymond.

 “Unfortunately,” Claire explained. “Raymond was bitten by a poisonous snake when they were on holiday and died. That’s when Uncle Lamb decided to move back to Oxford.”

 “So, why are ye spendin’ yer Christmas here?” Jamie questioned. “An’ no spendin it wi’ yer Uncle?”

 “He died two years ago,” Claire explained as she felt a tear fall down her face. “Cancer.”

 “I’m sae sorry about tha’,” Jamie said as he wiped the tear from Claire’s face. “I didna mean to upset ye, but please, accept my offer tha’ yer always welcome here in Beauly an’ at Lallybroch.”

 “Thank you, Jamie,” Claire smiled gratefully. “I’m not sure how your mum would take to you offering me lodgings at Lallybroch without consulting with her. Especially since you have your own place now.”

 “Ach, mam loves ye too, Sassenach,” Jamie smiled, not even noticing his slip of the tongue as he checked the time on his watch. “No, let’s get ye somewhere we can get ye fed. Don’ want ye wastin’ away on me now.”

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