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As he sits, reading, there is a faint pull - somewhere off in the forest, between here and the swamp. For the most part, he does his best to ignore it. Not his problem.

Of course, a shadowy little figure comes running in, shouting something about nooses and patrols; more likely than not, their companion had gotten caught in one of the many hanging about the forest. With a sigh, he rises to follow.

The little tug is still there when he gets back, and won’t go away. If anything, the source is closer now - just a ways above him, in fact. Not-so-quiet conversation drifts in from outside, until finally, a voice speaks up, its owner having abandoned their post.

Snarling under his breath at this persistent annoyance, Snatcher closes his book and rises from his chair.

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“… and that is Cygnus.” He points out a crosslike formation to his little feline audience, tracing great wings and a swooping neck. “They say a great king was once good friends with a man named Phaethon, a child of sun god Helius. One day, Phaethon insisted he be allowed to drive Helius’ solar chariot to prove his relation to the sun, but couldn’t control the horses and was struck down by Zeus to prevent the Earth from being burned up.

“The king grieved for many long years, and the gods tried to ease his sorrow by turning him into a swan, but even then the king remembered his friend’s death, and would avoid the sun’s warmth because of it.”

For what must be the fourth or fifth time that night, Red stifles a yawn in his sleeve before resuming his search.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-

There. Near the top of his tree, perched on one of the larger branches, a couple of souls. He sneers to himself, circling his way up the trunk as little more than a spot of shadow; just who do these intruders think they are, not only getting so deep into the forest without hitting any of his traps, but climbing up his tree?!

The spirit winds his way towards the end of the branch, paying little mind to whatever his newest victims are chattering about until thorny vines of shadow spring up around them. A startled cry and a flash of red as one poor sap falls from the tree branch, then his shadowy pocket dimension creeps into existence, catching the figure after a few feet.

“AAHAHAHAHAHA! FOOLS! DID YOU REALLY THINK I WOULDN’T NOTICE YOU? I–”

Ignoring the fool who fell for the moment, his gaze falls upon the soul still sitting on the branch, only to find a cat - or, at least, what looks like a cat.

What?

Squinting, he moves closer to the tiny thing, trying to pinpoint the off-ness of it.

“… What the heck are you?”`

#coupon-cat #Masque de Lune - ic #Giant spectre ignores animate corpse in favor of cat more at 11 #Something is Amiss with this cat and that’s doing Snatcher a curious #‘‘What is Ivy? We just don’t know’’ - coupon-mun #Magic? Weird soul? At this point not even Snatcher knows; all he knows is that may not be a cat.#((HI THIS ISN'T A MONTH LATE AHAHA))#((ALSO HI SURPRISE GUESS WHO HAD THIS PLANNED ALL THIS TIME))#((Time to lie down and try not to die of anxiety and ''oh god is my Snatcher okay am I doing this right''))#((Before anyone squints at me - Ivy's mun and I planned this out a while back and has had access to the drafting doc from the start.))#((She knows.))

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You're so pretty, you'd look quite lovely pinned to my wall.

Ha. Haha. Oh dear.

“Uh. Thanks? I think? But I’d much rather not be pinned to anyone’s wall, if it’s all the same to you.”

The idle grin on his face has taken on a rather strained edge. He really doesn’t want to be here, especially with you, at all, but there isn’t a whole lot he can do about that at the moment.

#Doing him a big concern Anon #((I’m so sorry I know this is probably very different from my established writing style #but GOLLY I need to loosen up a little with it!#Also my writing muse DIED for over a month and refused to cooperate so that really hasn’t helped.))#An Unfamiliar Face - Anonymous #Moonlit Meetings - Asks

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Reblog this if you want a slightly ominous compliment in your inbox

#((Hi guess who decided to try and coerce their muse into cooperating after way too long))#Stargazing - Reblog #Inquiries - Ask Memes #I... guess.#The Moon Eclipsed - OOC

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Your blog is wonderful and you're doing great! I'm glad to see you posting again

((Aaaa hi! And, er, thanks!

I… I really hate to say this, but unfortunately, I can’t say that I’ll be posting any more regularly than I have previously, as I do write… incredibly slowly. Perhaps too slowly. But I hope to better get into the swing of things and at least increase my update speed to “not-quite-reasonable” someday, instead of just “ludicrously slow” haha.))

#The Moon Eclipsed - OOC #Moonlit Meetings - Asks #An Unfamiliar Face - Anonymous #((… I’m sorry I just. I write so slowly and I kinda hate it. But I also sit staring at things for like a week. Gah.))#((One of these days! *One. Of these. Days.* I’ll be better about it. But today? Not that day. I *know* me. =\))

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Alright. Strings. Trees loom overhead - those will have to do. But how to go about this…?

Closing his eyes, Red tries to focus on what had happened with the statues. The thought of it is discomfiting, but it’s the only reference he has. He’d panicked, yes - he remembers that much. But what had directed the strings?

The statues looming closer, reaching grasping grabbing don’t come closer

Slowly, he lifts his hand, watching as the brilliant strings continue to follow after him.

Here goes nothing.

Focusing on the threads of magic, not entirely certain how to go about this, Red thinks one thing:

Up.

Something shifts, creeping along the strings before settling around his hands, and gradually, they rise into the air… and stop. Peculiar.

A couple tries at this - more, the tree, the tree branch, even imagining what he wants to happen - sees little more success than his first attempt. Perhaps it’s time for a different approach.

Eyes narrowed, Red refocuses on the branch. Rather than try to direct them, he instead reaches out for the branch, allows the strings to wrap themselves around it and pull taut. Slowly, carefully, they shorten, until finally he’s hanging a few feet off the ground.

An easy smile brightens his expression. Yes, this might just work.

As his focus drifts, the strings come loose from the branch, sending him falling back to the ground with a muffled thud.

… Okay, so that would take some practice.

#Act 2 - Discere #((Well. At least he's got a better way to get around...))#((… Not sure what else to tag this as. I don’t really have much to say ahaha))#((Hi guess who's spent like... two weeks staring at this in discontent.))

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“Oh, hello! I’m a touch new around these parts, could you help me make my way around?”

((If you could pass a fellow roleplayer’s promo post around, that would be cool! I’m not selective.))

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“FOOL! Do you have a DEATH WISH, coming here?! YES? NO? WHATEVER! Sign the contract and let’s get started - you’re in SNATCHER territory now and there’s no turning back! AAAAHAHAHAHAAAA! Make sure you REBLOG this so you can bring in more contractors. And maybe I’ll go a little EASIER on you if you do.”

independent blog for the snatcher of a hat in time. heavily developed and crossover-friendly.

#Blog promo #((I… somehow doubt any of my followers *aren’t* already following spectralcontract but… Just in case…?))#((I would say ‘‘I don’t normally do stuff like this’’ but I have no precedent for it anyways haha.))#The Moon Eclipsed - OOC #Stargazing - Reblog

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Ivy shrank back when Red started shaking. The cat didn’t quite understand what she had done to upset him- she was just telling him how Roxie’s tutor taught her how to do magic.

Maybe he didn’t like the idea of being trapped? That was understandable; she didn’t either. Who would? Maybe… maybe Red would feel a little bit better if she could reassure him that she was fine?

“She… Jade put me in a locker and made Roxie get me out! But it’s fine, I promise! I didn’t get hurt badly or anything, even though it was scary to be in it, and it worked. Roxie did get me out of the locker.”

Ivy paused, noticing the strings Red had summoned. “I mean, I didn’t like it, but it really did help her, and you getting upset about that happening just now got you to summon your strings, so it really was for the best. Jade might be mean, but she’s not evil, and if it’s for Roxie, I promise I don’t mind being a little uncomfortable.”

She wouldn’t want to be selfish and complain about the experience, because Jade’s teaching methods did seem to work, and Roxie was much better at using her magic now.

Ivy decided that she should probably switch the subject, seeing as this one was upsetting Red quite a bit, and he seemed to like talking about the strings.

“Hey, since your strings are here now, maybe you can try to use them to do that grappling thing. Or swing on them like Spider-Man or something! That’s a guy in stories. He’s cool and also he swings around places on spiderwebs. You could try doing that!”

That would be cool to see, and he could help her look for Roxie, and swinging through the air might help him calm down a little. When she was upset, she often liked to go find a really big tree or other tall structure and just sit in it for a while to clear her head. Red seemed like the type to also enjoy that, and heights in general.

Some part of Red recoils as Ivy retreats once more. Dammit. He has to reel this in - for Ivy’s sake.

“It–” He wants so much to argue that no, it really isn’t fine - that even if she didn’t get hurt badly, she still got hurt, and that isn’t okay - but… Ivy wouldn’t understand, would she? Especially not if she’d grown up in such an environment.

(Deep breaths. Need to calm down, you’re scaring her.)

Ivy has already stated that she wasn’t hurt badly. She’s put it aside, doesn’t think much of it, and though what happened to the little feline is incredibly wrong, his getting upset over it clearly isn’t helping the situation.

“… If you say so.”

The mention of strings is just enough to put it aside, for now, though the seething anger isn’t about to simply vanish. A glance downward and - sure enough - some of the brilliant threads are gently wrapped about his fingers. Red blinks, watching the faint glow of them. He half-expects to be stopped short when he lifts his hand, and yet they spool after him as though there’d always been more.

Almost shakily, he looks back to Ivy and offers a small smile.

“I… I suppose we could try.” It would make a good distraction, if nothing else.

Red is stared at by a half-meter away Ivy for a second, before she comes up to him and paws gently at his face. He looked scared and relieved and tired, and she wanted to help him out if she could. "Hi! Are you okay? You don't look okay..."

Red flinches rather violently away from the touch, images of grabbing hands and ice-cold shackles vivid in his mind as jolts upright to find the source—

… only to find a cat. A talking cat. He blinks a bit at the little feline, frantic breaths slowing as the lack of danger processes.

Surely he must be hallucinating.

A long moment passes before the words register and instinct kicks in. It’s generally considered impolite to just sit and stare when asked a question, after all.

“Okay. Am I okay. I… No. No, I don’t think so. I don’t know.” He’s shivering again, even though the forest around him is plenty warm. Hasn’t been okay since… Whatever happened, happened. Since he woke up, really.

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady nerves frayed anew.

“… I’m sorry, who…?”

#coupon-cat #Masque de Lune - ic #Yes hello I am in fact still alive. Surprise!#I also still am not quite content with anything I write but lines must be drawn eventually.#((Oh I’m very aware of the things Jade has done. And yes bringing those up would only further upset Red.))#((It’s bad enough that Ivy was shoved in a locker but all the other stuff on top of that?Yeah no.))

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The Hooded Time-Traver appears, tosses a pair of knitting needles and an instructional book at Red, then runs off yelling "You'll thank me later!"

There she is again! That-

And gone again before Red can do much beyond fumble the objects tossed at him. It’s a moment before finally manages to get a grip on the largest of the three, the other two items falling to the ground.

A pair of knitting needles and an instructional book. It’s… He’s not sure how they’ll be useful, but perhaps the traveler is right.

“First Time Knitting: The Absolute Beginner’s Guide… Er, thank you?” He doesn’t even know if the strange being can hear him, but he says it anyways. Carefully, he places the items in the small box from earlier.

#Moonlit Meetings - Asks #I… I really hope you didn’t intend to send this anonymously or I’ll feel like a real fool.#A use will be found for these eventually.#I’m sorry this took so long; I’ve been getting stuck on responses.

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What is a trope you've always wanted to subvert?

((Mmm… You guys are asking the hard questions, huh? Haha.

Well. One I’ve noticed that I want to subvert, or avoid altogether, is the whole one-dimensional villain thing. I won’t say who - you can probably guess based on the initial posts, anyways - but… Villains don’t have to be purely evil, don’t have to have always been that way, and I want to explore that a little. Even if I’m a little afraid to because of just how polarized opinions on the character can be.

What the character did is awful and inexcusable. I’m not saying it isn’t. I’m not even saying any other character should forgive them for what was done. But there was once something… perhaps likeable, about this individual, and I kinda want to make that as apparent as possible, if I can just set things up for it.

I have another, actually, that being black-and-white morality. Real life isn’t like this, and I want to avoid falling into it as much as I can. But that ties into the previous, doesn’t it?))

#The Moon Eclipsed - OOC #An Unfamiliar Face - Anonymous #Moonlit Meetings - Asks #I figure I ought to make a tag for that.#Still not really satisfied with how I answered this…

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Do you have any symbols/motifs/themes/etc. that you’re currently trying to get across or plan to get across? (For ask meme)

((Um. Not that I can think of at the moment? You could probably pick out something yourself, if you were so inclined… but I can’t really think of anything myself, besides perhaps a very weak, almost questioning “new beginnings” or “letting go of the past”. So, um… n-not really?

In my attempts to answer, something else has sprung to mind: “Death - not only the end of life, but the end of old ways.” And perhaps that much is true. Or perhaps not. We’ll see. But I must admit that I’m not really putting that much thought into this. //winces

… I’m sorry, this actually is perhaps the only one I don’t feel I have a satisfactory answer for, and I’m not quite sure how to answer it. >>;;))

#The Moon Eclipsed - OOC #An Unfamiliar Face - Anonymous #Moonlit Meetings - Asks

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Red blinks a bit, trying to make sense of your words, but can think of nothing.

“… I’m sorry, what.”

#An Unfamiliar Face - Anonymous #What Do I Do With This #This is officially the worst ask I’ve received to date. Thanks.#He doesn’t even understand Spanish much less the reference. But I do.#You come into *my* house–#(For real though my day’s been kinda crummy so… thanks Anon. Even if that is terrible.)#Moonlit Meetings - Asks

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Easy Meme for a Burnt Out Mun

Ever wanted to do stuff for your blog but you can’t get in the mindset for replying to an RP? These questions are designed to give you something to answer without requiring too much attention!

What is an aspect of your muse that you’ve wanted to explore the most?

Name one idea for a plot you’ve had but never gotten around to writing.

How do you get inspiration?

Are there any songs that remind you of your muse and/or get you into the mood to reply?

If you’re a multimuse or have more than one blog, is there a muse you wish you used more?

Is there a muse that you consistently have the muse for?

Do you have any symbols/motifs/themes/etc. that you’re currently trying to get across or plan to get across?

Do you have any arcs planned out or already in the works for your blog?

Name one of your favorite tropes.

What has influenced your writing and blog?

If you’re an oc blog, did you have any characters in mind while creating your character?

What is a trope you’ve always wanted to subvert?

Is there a fact/detail about your muse that you think would surprise people if you told them about it?

Name a question you’ve always wanted to be asked about your muse.

How has your muse changed since you’ve first started to write them?

Take the opportunity to write a short ramble/drabble about something you want to write about.

Feel free to add more!

#Stargazing - Reblog #Inquiries - Ask Memes #I feel like I’ve been doing a lot unrelated to the blog lately but I write so slowly and I feel kinda bad for it.#The Moon Eclipsed - OOC

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Ivy tilts her head, thinking for a moment. “Well, I think she said a few scathing things about therapy animals, and stuff. I didn’t really pay too much attention to her, cause some people are just mean. Maybe that’s why she didn’t like me?”

Jade was kind of a jerk, true, but she had never done anything to Ivy before, at least that she could remember, so the chances of Jade having anything to do with this were low. Maybe she had just been spacing out and wandered through a portal, or something? A weak explanation, sure, but Ivy didn’t really have a better one.

When Red mentioned his strings, Ivy tilted her head. “Strings? Like…. grappling hook strings? You know, those things that have hooks on the end and you make them go, and they shoot into the sky and pull you behind them? My small and I read a book with those in them, once. And magic is easy, don’t worry! You just close your eyes, and reach for what you’re looking for, like Roxie did.”

Ivy stopped for a moment, trying to recall what it was like when Roxie first started using magic. “Sometimes feeling strong emotions makes it easier. Like when Jade was first teaching my small to do magic! She would do things that made her upset, and then Roxie would instinctually use her magic. One time Jade trapped me in a metal locker and made Roxie bust me out. It was scary.”

She seemed to think that was perfectly normal behavior, there.

Red’s heart sinks just a bit; this really doesn’t look good. There had been a faint hope, that perhaps it was simply a matter of low patience and someone acting rashly, but… This seems personal. He allows a sad smile, praying Ivy won’t see the epiphany in his eyes, the sudden tension in his posture. “Perhaps you’re right; sometimes, people are just mean because they can be.”

The change in subject is a welcome distraction, though… grappling hooks that pulled one along? His head lolls to the side as he ponders the idea, trying to settle the unease that’s come over him; the only grappling hooks he’s ever known of are the sort one threw and pulled themselves up with.

“I suppose they could be used as such, but…” He pauses. “From what I saw, these strings were just… strings.” Ah, yes, very eloquent.

The pit in his stomach returns at the mention of ‘Jade’ again, and sinks further as Ivy recounts her “teaching” methods. Strong emotions and magic make sense, he supposes, but to force them? It’s everything he has not to clench his fists, to snarl and bark and curse, do something about the emotions roiling in his chest.

… until Ivy mentions the locker.

The nauseated feeling sharpens into something white-hot, and for the second time in fewer than as many hours, Red is shaking again. His expression darkens, and his chest starts to ache; is he even breathing?

He gives a quiet sigh to try and alleviate some of the tension washing over him, to no avail. A second attempt sees no more success than the first.

“… She did what?” His voice is quiet and as even as he can make it when he finally speaks. A couple strings reach up from the ground, wrapping themselves loosely around his fingers.

Red is stared at by a half-meter away Ivy for a second, before she comes up to him and paws gently at his face. He looked scared and relieved and tired, and she wanted to help him out if she could. "Hi! Are you okay? You don't look okay..."

Red flinches rather violently away from the touch, images of grabbing hands and ice-cold shackles vivid in his mind as jolts upright to find the source—

… only to find a cat. A talking cat. He blinks a bit at the little feline, frantic breaths slowing as the lack of danger processes.

Surely he must be hallucinating.

A long moment passes before the words register and instinct kicks in. It’s generally considered impolite to just sit and stare when asked a question, after all.

“Okay. Am I okay. I… No. No, I don’t think so. I don’t know.” He’s shivering again, even though the forest around him is plenty warm. Hasn’t been okay since… Whatever happened, happened. Since he woke up, really.

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady nerves frayed anew.

“… I’m sorry, who…?”

#coupon-cat #Masque de Lune - ic #Oh Ivy. You sweet innocent thing. Smart but far too naïve for your own good.#Haha wow this reply got long.#So uh. This thread was getting quite long and Ivy’s mun couldn’t cut it down from her end because the app is broken.#This is about the best solution I could find. Hopefully it sticks.#(Also thanks for reminding me that Red would react poorly to the whole locker thing bwahaha)#... I am... not really happy with this. But it’s been a week and it’s as good as it’s probably going to get.

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((Welp okay guess we’re just gonna post that. Okay. Fantastic. Thanks Tumblr.))

#The Moon Eclipsed - OOC

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*reminder*

just because i’m very slow with replies doesn’t mean i don’t care about our plot !!!

#In fact I care a lot; it’s part of why replies take so long.#I want my reply to be something I’m happy with not just words thrown together.#Even Anons take some time. You wanna know whyyyyy?#Because I’m a major perfectionist. I want it to be as good as I can get it without driving myself absolutely mad.#Stargazing - Reblog #The Moon Eclipsed - OOC

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(([MUN SCREAMING IN THE DISTANCE]

BON HOLY HECK))

(I drew a picture of @princeofthehorizon ’s Red and Ivy. He’s probably looking at Jade and being like “if it wasn’t for the presence of this cat I would have slaughtered you” XD)

#‘‘Don’t talk to me or my magic cat friend ever again.’’#Yeah no he’s not even trying to act friendly. Not even with Ivy there.#This woman *disgusts* him and he hasn’t even met her yet.#Red is this close to unofficially adopting Ivy - at least for the foreseeable future. Somebody’s gotta protect her.#Stargazing - Reblog #The Moon Eclipsed - OOC #((I swear I’m working on a reply. I am. ouo;;))#((I just really wanted to yell about this a bit here.))

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