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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 169- Gypsy Origins Part 2 of 3

Summary: Hypnotized under Haldir's mind manipulation, Josselyn continues her many truths of troublesome, but relevant past.

*Chapter Warnings* language, angst, sexual content, smoking, drinking

Chapter characters: Haldir, Josselyn(Delphine), Harker, Jemma, Bellamey, Toones, Carl, Narcisse, Catherine, Julian, Caroline, Cassandra, Legolas, Tauriel, Zeddicus

Chapter word count: 7,386

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Josselyn was becoming very agitated in her hypnotic state after she spoke of witnessing Harker's big bad wolf persona and Haldir knew he had to tread carefully on how hard he pushed her traumatic memories out under his spell of truth, for too much stress could cause her to forget everything, even who she was. Even so, it was more important to him to keep you and Leeanduil safe and that meant finding out everything she knew about Harker, Sarah and Caroline, so he held her hand to pass his calming effects through her as he asked her to slowly continue. Her pale lips quivered for a moment at his unexpected touch and as the elf's magic kicked in, she softly exhaled and began again.

"Harker...he's telling me we are packing up and leaving for the castle in Dorwinion to set up his carnival for a weekend summer solstice celebration. We should be at a base camp outside the borders come first light. I am happy I get to go but...I remember Thomas' words about this castle. About the reigning warlock lord being of both darkness and light. Was he dark like Harker? What will I do there? He does not mention Ravenna and he seems calm, considering what I did to him. The gash on his hand has healed. Is he still angry about that? I feel unsettled as I remember last year's solstice when he killed my father and took me and my mother as his property. I wish I would have stuck that silver dagger in his heart. He certainly does not like silver.

All but two small trailers are being loaded and locked up. Two guards and two servants remain to guard the children in the underground caverns. We are moving now. I am chained in his trailer and forced to listen to him defile my mother all night...but strangely, she sounds like she is enjoying it. I am covering my ears. I am helpless. I am scared he will take me too, but he does not.

It is a blue sky morning. We are arriving at a clearing. I can see the towers of a castle peaking over the trees through the blacked out windows that can only be seen out of.

Harker's men are heading out on the morning hunt for food while his carnies set up the camp. Three of them are summoned and are coming inside. They scare me. My mother once called them freaks. That word is not permitted by Harker. He says if you laugh at them, you laugh at him. She doesn't call them that anymore.

Harker is bringing me out to the living quarters and is holding me close against him with a smile. Something is different about him. He...he's nicer to me and is telling them of the day's plans. He is looking at them from left to right as he speaks their names.

Mr. Bellamey, Mr. Toones, Mr. Carl. I'm sure you remember young Josselyn here?

They are silent and staring at me. They're not smiling. They don't like me. I think they are all jealous of me. Especially Carl. I..I think he is really a woman. He has breasts.

She will be assisting with the evening's celebration and you all will show her the ropes.

Carl is speaking. He's pouty and not happy.

That makes me mad. She is not our family. She's a plain Jane little girl.

Harker sits down and smiles.

Oh but she is family now and she is far from ordinary. She is a magical being in the making like you all were and soon to be a witch like me and she will be welcomed by you just as I have welcomed her.

I...I am shaking. My knees buckle and I drop on them. I tell him I don't understand.

You will my child, all in due time. You have taken in Ravenna's power. It is your to keep.

M...M..Master...keep? I...I did not, do not want it. It was an accident. I didn't know what I was doing. I had no control over it. I am old enough to understand that nothing from Ravenna is given freely. She was so angry. She wanted me dead.

He is leaning forward and placing his hand on my shoulder.

Dear one. You are safe now. She is not going to hurt you. She and I have come to an understanding about what happened.

I am crying.

I..I don't want to be like her...like you. You killed my father. You kill children. You gave me to Ravenna. I would be dead right now if I were younger and why are you being so nice? I..I hurt you. I cut you with that dagger. This...this makes no sense.

It does not need to make sense. You will do as you are told. You are one of us now. It cannot be reversed. Now...the guards will be coming back with a big fat juicy elk to feast on. Oh how I do love the flesh of an elk. My boys here will show you how to prepare one and when we are all finished, we will head to the castle to set up the funfair that you will be a part of.

Y..y..y..you want...ME to..to...I...I can't! It's an animal....I feel sick.

He's leaning forward again. There is a brown leather string wrapped around his hand and it has a white crystal hanging from it. He's holding it up and speaking words I do not understand. I can't free my eyes. It is forcing me to do as he is commanding. I...I don't want to do it!!!"

Haldir had to momentarily stop her. He was disgusted. Somewhat at himself, for he was doing the same thing to her by forcing her to do what she did not want to do, but more so over the fact that he knew this verbosely needed story was only going to get worse and that Josselyn would be very resentful of him when it was over.

"You do not have to do it. I need you to move forward to the arrival at the castle. Continue from there."

"I am walking with Harker and my mother on the biggest lawn I have ever seen. It is on the bay of the black sea. I feel awkward and nervous. Harker gave me a beautiful red dress to wear. My mother is wearing her usual gypsy attire but she...is very different. She does not seem fearful anymore, but proud to be at Harker's side.

I see people, children, games and tents of many colors everywhere. There are boat rides on the inlet river. I smell such delicious food. I hear music, laughter and a....a tiger's roar I think?? I see it. There's an awful woman poking him with a stick through the bars of his cage. She's teaching a small child to do it!!! I cannot watch. A man reprimands her and scoops up the blonde boy. I cannot see the man's face. He carries a sword on his hip. I hear him. He's stern but calm to not scare the child. He tells her that is not something to teach a child, let alone her 3 year old son, for it is dangerous and idiotic, nor should she ever do it to an animal. He says she should know better and she is heartless and cruel. He hands the child to a woman servant and tells her to take Francis to see the horses. He leaves and is heading this way. She call his name, Stephane, and stops him. They argue. I can now see his face.

He's so beautiful. He dresses nothing like Harker except for the leather. He is kingly and ageless. The woman leaves and he's now coming to greet us. There's an aroma of peppermint. I...feel warm and giddy...my...my stomach feels strange when he speaks. Like butterflies are in it. I don't know why. His eyes. They are so blue.

Ahhh...Harker. You have arrived. And who are these two gorgeous creatures on your arm?

He is ogling my mother. All men do. She is beautiful and her attire is and always was very revealing of her breasts and stomach.

Lord Narcisse. What a glorious day yes? To have such eye candy at my side. This is Josselyn and Jemma. They will be assisting in tonight's festivities and Jemma, my newly acquired wife, will entertain us in the after dark jamboree. Jemma. Give Stephane a glimpse of your...talents.

Wife?? I feel sick. My heart is racing and I am speechless as she lifts her skirt and happily flaunts her body to Narcisse in front of everyone. What has Harker done to her?? I see a diamond ring on her finger. It is not the one my father gave her.

My my. Well now Harker. Eye candy indeed. I must say am very impressed with your choice of a bride and I am highly looking forward to some carousing this night in celebration of your union, although I can see I am going to receive an earful over this delightful display.

Narcisse is looking over at Catherine. She is glaring at him. She picks up a stick and storms off.

Harker is greatly amused.

Trouble in paradise with the ever so annoying Catherine?

Far from paradise and annoying to say the least. Wretched unbearable woman seems more fitting.

The two men are laughing.

Narcisse. I notice you have more security than you normally do at the funfairs. Has something happened for such a need that I need to be aware of for the safety of my own people?

I...well. I do not want to alarm anyone, but there have been reports relayed to me of children going missing in close proximity of here and with the many children I house here, one can never be too careful.

Ahhh, yes. I see. Such a shame. Who would do such a thing?

The warlock lord, he does not seem of darkness like Thomas had told me, just unhappy which does not make him evil, but it could be an act like Harker's is. I... I don't like this. I despise Harker. I want to scream out loud that it's Harker! I don't think Lord Narcisse knows what he does. He would certainly never have dealings with Harker if he knew because he seems to genuinely love children.

The tiger is roaring again. Lord Narcisse is suddenly angry.

If you all will excuse me for now. I must tend to Blaze. His bellows have Catherine's name in them. Oh...before I forget. Harker, your brother is here with his also annoying woman. Jemma...Josselyn.

He bows to us and leaves. My stomach drops. Did he mean Ravenna and the evil goblin King are here?

I cannot hold my panic in any longer. I ask Harker if Ravenna is here with Jareth. He is laughing. He says no. They would never come here. He and Narcisse are enemies. He tells me he has another brother who is Lord Narcisse's good friend. I'm secretly hoping he is nice like him. Surely he must be?"

Haldir's stance greatly stiffens with the mention of Julian and Caroline, for now he felt he was much closer to learning about Lola and Sarah.

"Tell me of the brother and woman. Did you meet them this night?"

"Yes...I..I smell something sweet like...honey and a hint of lilacs? It is overpowering the scent of grilled food. I hear a woman's voice behind us. She has an accent. Irish maybe? I turn to see a very stunning woman with porcelain skin. Her hair is long and fiery red with bangs. Her attire is Celtic much like my mother's and somewhat provocative. I sense darkness in her demeanor. Mostly in her eyes with the way she is looking upon me and my mother.

Well now. Harker, what do we have here? They're a bit old for your needs.

Now Caroline, what business would that be of yours? I am surprised to even see you here with my brother since Stephane is not your favorite person. Where is Julian?

Where do you think? I sometimes wonder if he should have married Stephane instead with the way he's always up his arse.

She's smiling and walks up to me, touching my cheek.

My my sweet child. You're quite young and....how interesting. I sense some magic in you. Are you a good witch or a bad witch Dorothy?

Oh...I...I...am no witch ma'am. I am just a...

She is laughing and places her finger over my lips to silence me.

Oh indeed you are and a good one apparently with all the politeness, but that can always change. Do call me Caroline and you..are?

J...Josselyn.

What a pretty name. You're going to be quite powerful someday. A gypsy witch like me. I have always wanted to have a daughter like that. Harker, what do you say you give this one to me? She would make a great travel companion. I tend to get lonely when Julian does not want to go with me on my funfairs.

Why would I ever give such a prize to you?? She is no use to you, for she is not of your blood and you have nothing to offer me, for I want I want, you will not give.

And what use is she to you? You have another new toy I see, so you have no need for her...OR for my body. Let me have the girl or I could always let it slip to Julian and Stephane about your dirty little secret. If they were to know, they will surely kill you. Do you think I do not know of your dealings with Ravenna? Nothing gets past my sixth sense. It is your way of making it up to Jareth for what you did to him. I'll never understand what Jareth sees in that wretched cheating witch. I mean, she slept with Jasper, who is his FATHER, your father and Julian's father and instead of ridding of her, he rids of him and all his men and at the approval of your own mother! One twisted little Brady Bunch indeed.

Harker is laughing and I am holding back my tears.

And YOU, Caroline, of all people are not twisted with your blackmail and your willingness to keep such a secret just to get what you want? And what would you do if Julian were to be unfaithful to you sweet Caroline? We both know you would not be so sweet then.

Jules would never be that stupid and he happens to love me, something you know nothing of.

Because it is forbidden by our mother after our father's infidelity which is why she is quite displeased with Julian's love of you and then there's the little fact that he stole Ashmole from her. Oh yes, and let us not forget that he is the good son, the 7th son that was supposed to be the darkest and most powerful of us all. And he is rather stupid yes, for trying to convert Jareth to the light and for resurrecting him using that book. Look where that got him. Jareth has become the most powerful and now more wicked than ever. Now, enough talk of things we have already known for some time. As far as the girl, she is what one might refer to as a plea bargain. Oh, and I believe I've already mentioned...she...is...mine.

Is that so? Hmmm. I thought I smelled Ravenna all over this child. Somehow she has taken some of her magic, which cannot be undone and now she wants something in return for it. Am I getting warm about this plea bargain?? Do tell. It would seem though, that you really should make one with me and do it quickly. Julian is just over there and he has seen us.

Caroline is waving to a man in the far distance who is perched upon a swing set, talking and laughing with children. Harker is nervous and clutches his crystal.

I will not give her to you. I can only allow her to go with you, BUT, when the time comes, I will reclaim her and what she owes. Will that suffice for your silence?

As frightened as I am, I am also relieved. Anything is better than remaining with Harker and this woman seems nice, even in her conniving ways and I was right about Julian. Harker confirmed he was of light...but...I..I do not want to leave my mother. I am trying not to cry as I tell them so, but I fail.

But I...I...my mother...Mama, I..I don't want to leave you alone or even at all.

She is laughing. She does not even seem to care. She is cruel like Harker.

Ew. Do not call me that! Children should be seen and not heard, remember? And I will not be alone. I have my new love Harker to keep me company in every way. You will only put a damper on our fun with your whining.

Caroline steps beside me and holds my hand. I..I smell chamomile, like sweet apples laced with red clover flowers. I hear a man's angelic voice behind us, a British accent.

Do not listen dear child. A mother does not always know best.

His hair is long, golden and tied back. His attire is all black and made of satin. His eyes are kind and match the blue of the sky and they are locked into my mothers. He is clearly displeased with her.

Hello Harker. I wish I could say it is a pleasure. This?... is my new sister-in-law that I knew nothing of? Howww promiscuous....and fitting of your lewd and lascivious taste.

Now Jules. Are you playing pot and kettle? Your choice in women seems quite indistinguishable from what I can see. How about we play a different game instead? Jemma, will you do the honors for my insolent brother? Heads, I take your wife and mine to bed this night as you watch. Tails, you do and I watch.

She is doing it again. Revealing herself. She pulls down her vest and pulls a silver coin out of her bra, then waves it around at him in a teasing manner.

Caroline is fuming. She swipes it from her hand, calls her a gypsy whore and throws it at her chest. My mother laughs and goes back to Harker's side. Julian picks up the coin and looks at it. He is amused.

A two headed coin. Never trust a warlock that owns a pair of magic money bosoms. Cheating will still never give you access to my wife, as if anything ever would. You wouldn't want to end up like Jareth did, would you? For the book is lost to bring you back. And Jemma darling, your gilet is rather small. Borrowing your daughter's attire?

Harker is smirking but I can see he is intimidated. Julian surely seems very powerful like Harker described. He is so confident and far from subtle. He is making my stomach flutter, even more so than Lord Narcisse does.

Judging by your silence, it would seem we have an understanding and the situation with the girl is now resolved. Welcome young Josselyn. You will be a great aid in our gallivanting travels. Caroline can use the extra hand with her trinket trades and sales and you will blend in well, as it seems you are already accustomed to the gypsy ways. She can teach you many things that you will need to learn with your newfound magic.

H..how did...you know my name?

I know many things young one, if they are not hidden from my... sight. Harker, just why is it that you are even in possession of these two ladies? They are highly out of your league of extraordinary gentlemen, if that is what one would even call them as they are far from gentle. Bellamey is a mime dressed as a clown and rips chickens heads off with his mouth to drink their blood. Toones is a back alley card shark that has been banned from all the gambling establishments, for under his attire, he conceals a sickly third arm and small hand protruding from his chest that he cheats with. Carl is not even a man but has tits and a cunt under the hat, suit, tie and 80's blue eyeshadow. The list of freaks is too long to continue. A world of wonders indeed or maybe a clockwork orange would be more suffice? It is understandable as to why Stephane saves your shows for the late night phobophile folk like yourself. It is certainly no place for a young girl to be shaped by.

Ahh Jules, that's quite the painted portrait. Always the frank farceur that loves to mock me and my family, which is the only F word they are to be called. If you truly must know, it is exactly as you have just said. I'm simply growing bored of repetition and would like to bring something extra to my funfairs. A horse of a different color per se. Some gypsy crafts, magic performances and readings would highly impress my regulars and even knew attendees. But, I suppose I can make do with just the one, beings she is more... experienced. I can see we are done here. Enjoy your time away Josselyn, for time is short.

Harker and my mother are walking away. I am sobbing and calling to her but she won't even look back at me. I try to run to her but Julian pulls me in his arms and cradles me.

Hush now child. It is for the best that you come with us. Caroline, dear, it is time to go. You have some explaining to do once we depart.

They are saying their goodbyes to Lord Narcisse. He is confused as to why they are leaving so soon and... with me. He apologizes for being so distracted by Catherine and tries to persuade them to stay longer. Julian is telling him the same he said to me, that it is for the best if they go now and to keep his eye on Harker. Narcisse assures him that he always does and he will see him soon.

Julian is helping his people pack up the wagons and trailers. Caroline quietly tells me that she and I are the only ones who know the truth and it must stay that way because of the deal she made with Harker or he will come and take me back if his dealings with Ravenna are exposed.

Night has fallen and I am not sure where we are but I know it is far away from Dorwinion. I have cried over my mother the entire ride in the small bedroom I was given. The trailer stops and the door opens and closes. I..I hear Julian and Caroline arguing outside, but their voices are too soft to make out what they are saying. I look out the window with one eye. I see Julian. His back is to me. He is relieving himself by a tree. Caroline is drinking and smoking something. She's pacing. I can hear them better now. He is angry and wants to know what she is hiding from him.

Tell me Carrie darling, why do I smell the wicked Ravenna on that child?? Did you think I would not notice such a stench? Did you also think I would buy Harker's farce of a story? He has clearly conditioned Jemma into a jezebel, for Josselyn would not be so upset to leave her if her mother was evil and had never cared about her. What are you all hiding from me? What say you woman??

Oh Julian darling. I am hiding nothing. I could smell her too so I asked. I know nothing more than you except that Harker and Ravenna have some arrangement that he would not disclose. I was worried for the girl so I simply asked him to let us take her since she is a child.

And my wicked brother simply just let you take her? What kind of fool do you take me for? Harker does not just give away what he believes to be his. Now tell me the truth woman!

Now Caroline is angry. She glares and swears at him.

This is bullshit. Why can you not ever let anything go Julian? We have the girl and she is safe!

She walks away from him but he grabs her arm and yanks her against him.

Because when Harker is involved, it is never good, which you already know that and now you have involved us in his dirty dealings. Now tell me!

If I tell you, can I have some of this?

She is grabbing between his legs. I...I cannot watch...I should not watch...but I cannot stop myself. I am too curious.

Tell me and I will fuck you till dawn.

He is placing his hand over hers and helping her massage him.

Mmmm. Well, all I know is that the child has somehow stolen some of Ravenna's magic and she wants something back for it. A child...a child of her own. Jareth refuses to give her one after what she did with Jasper. Soooo...whenever Josselyn has a child, Harker is to give it to her. He did not tell me this. My intuition just knows it.

My chest is tightening. I cannot breathe. Never. Never will I have a child! I will not let a part of me die for that witch's wrinkles!

My thoughts are distracted by more of their words. Julian is telling Caroline she would be happier if she had a child of her own and he does not understand why she has not become pregnant with all of their love making. She tells him they just need to keep trying and to take her now. She says the summer solstice holds magic in it's long night and it may help because she feels she is ...ovulating? I do not know what that means.

He spins her around and lifts her dress. He pulls his pants down. My eyes!! I..I have never seen that part of a man before! His hips jerk against her and she cries out in...."

Haldir swiftly reroutes her story, for it was making him extremely uncomfortable considering Josselyn's memories were that of a 14 year old girl, not to mention, it brought back horrible memories for himself of what Caroline did to him at Lestat's.

"I would like you to end this memory. Continue your future travels with Julian and Caroline."

"It has been 3 years and trouble free. I am 17 now, almost 18 and I am happy. Caroline and Julian are good to me. Caroline has taught me so much. I have learned about tarot cards like my mother used to do. We make lots of crafts and jewelry out of crystals and sell them at our funfairs. I must have been to every corner of middle earth but we stayed far away Ravenna's realm. We have not seen her, Harker or my mother since the day we left Dorwinion. I miss her.

It is the summer solstice again. I'm excited because Julian says there will be a solar eclipse. I walk out of my bedroom when I notice the trailer stopping. I see Julian go outside but Caroline is sitting in the dark at the table, meditating with a crystal in each hand. She looks sad and anxious. I sit with her and ask her where we are. She tells me we are near Lake Town and will be having a camp party and that I should go get ready. She says I am plenty old enough now. The same age she was when we met. I ask her what is wrong. She says it's nothing I would understand and that she just wants to get drunk and forget everything for the night. I leave her alone and do as she asked me.

The forest party goes on late into the night. There's music and many inebriated people, all dancing around, including Julian and Caroline.

I'm sitting by myself around the fire, sipping Dorwinion wine. It is sweet and very strong. My hearing is strangely sensitive and keen. Even with all the noise, I can still hear close by conversations. I'm watching Caroline and Julian dance together. Sometimes I wish I was her. I wish I could dance with him like I have in my dreams.

People are coming to sit by the fire. They are very intoxicated and telling stories. Something about a formidable King of the Woodland realm and Silvan elves. An Elvenking they call him that rules Mirkwood not far from here. He carries twin swords and rides a great elk. I remember Thomas telling me of him. The way they speak of him scares me. I feel the hair on my neck raise when they say his name. King Thranduil. They see I am afraid and laugh at me. Julian is not pleased with them and intervenes. He explains and assures me that this King will be of no threat to us as long as we do not cross his borders. I feel better. Now he...he is asking me to dance!! My stomach flutters intensely. I tell him I would be honored, then smile and take his hand.

I feel drunk against his body but it is not from the wine. I am shaking.

Child, why do you tremble?

It upsets me that he still calls me a child.

I...I am not a child anymore. I am a woman now and I have a name. You were married to Caroline when she was my age.

He is laughing and smiling. My mistake. Old habit I suppose. Forgive me. Of course you are a woman...Josselyn.

I apologize for being rude. I ask him where Caroline is. He says she is entertaining with her tarot cards. We finish the dance and he sits with me by the fire. We talk and laugh for a very long time. He tells me he has a surprise for me when we leave tomorrow. He laughs and says he must go now and make sure Caroline has not fallen down a hole somewhere. He says she does not handle the liquid spirits very well. He strokes my cheek and leaves. I am alone again and bored. I go to watch the eclipse. Caroline said we have the power to look at it.

Some time has passed and so has the eclipse. I need to pee. I'm walking through the forest. I hear moaning. I see Julian and Caroline kissing against a tree. I hide so they do not think I am spying on them. I can hear them. He asks her why she changed her dress. She says she spilled wine all over herself. They are quiet. I peek around the tree and...they are...they are having sex. I cannot watch. I sneak away. It starts to rain really hard. I am happy so no one will see my tears. I wish it was me with Julian. I...I love him.

I run into the trailer and...I cannot believe my eyes!! I see Caroline!! She's smoking, drunk and...and wearing the dress she wore earlier, the one she just told Julian only minutes ago that she spilled wine on??

Joss? What's wrong dear? You look like you've seen a ghost.

I...I don't under...how...how did you get here so fast and...your dress...you were just wearing a different one because you told Julian you spilled wine on this one.

What ever do you mean? I have been wearing this dress all night and I have not seen Julian in awhile, so I have been in here waiting for him since I knew it was going to rain. I can always sense it.

But I...I just saw you with him...in the forest. I..I swear I did not mean to see. I..I just needed to go to the bathroom and...

See...what??? How much wine have you had?

You..you and he were...well...you...you know...what men and women....do....in the bedroom.

She is silent and staring at me. The door opens. Julian walks in soaking wet. He is silent too and extremely stunned to see Caroline. Something is happening. They both seem to know, but I do not. Caroline is shaking and very angry. Her anger is making the trailer shake too. Julian tells her she is scaring me. It is true. I am scared. I have never seen her so enraged.

That BITCH!! Where is Cassie Julian??!!! I smell her all over you!!! How could you not know it was not me?????!!!!!! I smell of honey. She smells of cherries!!!

Julian seems disoriented and stumbles to the chaise longue.

But she did smell of honey.

You bewitched fool!!

Caroline storms out the door. I tend to Julian. I ask him what has happened. Who is Cassie? He whispers to me before he falls asleep.

One of Caroline's many sisters. Her twin.

I did not know she had any sisters, let alone a twin. She never spoke of them.

Julian is fast asleep. I caress his soft cheek. I...I kiss his supple lips and confess my love for him, then I go to look for Caroline. I am worried.

It is pouring and foggy. It is so dark, but my eyes can strangely see very well. I hear voices. Angry voices that sound like the same person. I...I see them in a clearing, but I stay hidden behind a tree. I have to blink many times, for if it were not for their clothes, I would not know which one is Caroline. They are identical.

You will pay for this Cassandra! He is MY husband!

I have already unfairly suffered by you because of your unjustified jealousy. But no more! It is your turn to suffer sister! You took from me and now I have taken from you.

Unjustified?? I am the 7th born daughter. I am the one who is supposed to have children, not you!

Oh but you are so wrong. I am the 7th born. Father told me the truth of how our places were mixed up right after mother gave birth. He figured it out recently because of my powers. I am a weaver like mother. The most powerful of witches. It is not my fault that I can conceive and you cannot! You terminated all of my pregnancies with your black magic! SIX of them! All girls! Goran left me because of you! He said an unbearing wife was useless to him! But a 7th daughter I will have and it will be by a 7th son! There is no magic that will undo it! It has been written in the eclipse of the solstice. You should know the consequences of using black magic Carrie. By the power of 3 times 3, so mote it be you baby stealing bitch!

Viktor is a liar!! YOU'RE a liar!! I should have just killed you. I will kill you now. You cannot have a child, especially Julian's child if you are dead!!!

Caroline sends a bolt of electricity at her sister. Cassandra is quick and smacks it away. She is hysterically laughing at Caroline.

Oh sister. Your power is no match for mine. You know nothing of my capabilities and quite frankly, neither did I until recently...and guess what Carrie darling? I've been practicing!

Cassandra raises her hands to the sky and she screams. It's deafening. Caroline and I both cover our ears and drop to our knees. The rain pierces down like nails. I have to now cover my head. There's lightning bolts. The wind rages and howls. It is hard to see but I can definitely see what's forming in the sky. It's a tornado!!!

I'm now clutching the tree to stay grounded as my legs are trying to be sucked into the air. Cassandra's hair and dress whips about, but she stands firm against the wind. Caroline has nothing but the earth to cling to. Lightning bolts pummel the ground around her. She's screaming. She gets up to run but the wind lifts her. She is thrown against a tree, face first. The same tree she threw Cassandra against. Cassandra begins to chant. I recognize the words. It is a nursery rhyme. The itsy bitsy spider. Any power I have is useless to fend her sister off but I must do something. I pull myself to the front of the tree where Cassandra can see me. I scream as loud as I can for her to leave Caroline alone. She hears me.

The very moment she whips her head in my direction, the storm stops. All is still and silent. Cassandra gasps and runs away when our eyes connect. I run to Caroline. She is dirty and bloody. I help her to her feet and we embrace.

She says I cannot tell Julian or anyone what I heard. She says I must help her with a future plan to take care of Cassie. Although I don't like what she did to Cassandra, I tell her I will help because I feel responsible for what happened because I told what I saw. She tells me only Cassie and Julian are to blame and that we have to leave now. The spiders will soon come from the dark forest of Mirkwood. There will be too many to fight off, even with magic.

Everyone is packed up. It is the twilight hours before sunrise. Julian is still in a deep sleep. We cannot wake him. Caroline says he'll be fine. He is high on Belladonna. She jokes he should have been given a lethal dose. I am worried for him. Caroline blames him just as she does Cassandra. I am conflicted. I love them both but I don't want her to hurt him. After her comment and with what she has done to her own sister, I believe now that she would.

Caroline and I are heading to the trailer. I hear something and stop. A rustling sound in the forest. In the distance, I hear a woman singing. Caroline hears it too. It's that nursery rhyme again.

The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. Out came the sun and dried up all the rain and the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again.

Caroline shouts for everyone to go now!!

We don't make it inside. At least a dozen spiders as big as our trailers emerge from the trees. They barricade the path and surround us. I hide with Caroline under the trailer. The armed drivers protect the horses while the rest of our men fight to protect us and their own. Some of them are warlocks with powers. They have set some on fire.

The spiders become distracted. Someone...or something is here. What is that in the trees???!! They are attacking the spiders with bows and swords. I soon realize they are elves. 4 of them, but two stand out to me. A male with long light hair, a female with red. I have never seen one before. They are not much different from us, just their attire and ears. They move with such grace and agility. The light haired one is swinging down a spider's own line of silk. He lands on the spider and slides down a hill on top of it as if it were a sled. He pulls a knife from behind his back and kills it, then he has his bow ready to kill another before they even stop sliding.

In merely minutes, all the remaining spiders are dead. Two of the elves are speaking with our men. It does not appear any are injured. The other two of light and red hair are speaking to one another. I cannot understand their language.

Caroline crawls out to speak with them. I am still too scared and stay beneath the trailer. She seems to know who they are. She calls the redhead Tauriel and the blonde one Prince Legolas. Caroline thanks them and asks why they have come. She swears to them that we had not crossed their borders. Legolas speaks to her in English. His voice is deep. He tells her they were alerted by the unnatural storm. They had also heard the summoning of the spiders. It is too close to their borders and the spiders are already a nuisance to their realm. Caroline thanks them again for their help and mentions how his notorious father would not have. Legolas clarifies that he is not his father but that we must go now, for his father will not be so kind to our kind. He believes us perpetually nefarious without exception and will hold us responsible for the too near invasion. He informs that more spiders will come to claim their dead. He says they will stay and rid of them.

Legolas turns to walk away. He sees me!! He raises a curious brow at me. I'm shaking like a leaf. He smells of leaves. Minty ones. His eyes are like no other color. They remind me of moonstones. I nervously smile at him. He does not smile and walks away.

We are now on our way. I ask where we are going now. Caroline says we are going to a friend's cabin. It is far North of the Grey mountains on remote land and it will be a very long journey. Weeks, maybe longer with resting nights and frequent stops for the horses to eat, drink and rest. I have never been past the Northern mountains.

I have forgotten what day it is. All I can focus on is the tension and silence between Julian and Caroline. They have not slept in the same room. Caroline...she's changing. She's bitter and cold...even to me sometimes. She drinks and smokes a lot more. I used to hear her cry herself to sleep, but not anymore. It is like she has went numb. The way she looks at Julian now makes my skin crawl. I try to remain helpful but at the same time, stay out of her way. I do not want her as an enemy.

We have arrived at. It is dark and late. it is very remote like Caroline said. All I see is open land and miles of forestry. The cabin is glowing with candlelight from every window. The other travelers head near the forest to set up their camps and we go inside the cabin. The table is full of food and drink. The fireplace is lit for something that is cooking in a large black kettle. It smells like stew. That is not all I smell. I...I smell...old spice. It...it can't be. I spin around and look at Julian. He is smiling his big beautiful smile.

I found something for you. Surprise Josselyn.

I spin back around and see my grandfather magically standing at the table. He...he looks so different. His clothes are different. He wears a robe. He is so thin. He has cut his long hair to shoulder length. he reminds me of a wizard.

Grandfather?? How...wh...where have you been for the past 3 years?

He grins at me. Where else? Looking for you my child. Welcome home.

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bracketsoffear · 1 year

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Godrick the Grafted (Elden Ring) "By dismembering someone and attaching/grafting their body parts to his own form or one of his creations, they gain the resulting limb's properties. Godrick's rampant grafting especially on himself has turned him into a shambling mass of limbs. In addition to having at least six fingers on what are presumably his natural arms, Godrick has grafted dozens of arms onto his back and dozens of legs onto his legs. If that wasn't bad enough, in his second phase, he cuts off his own left arm and fuses a dragon's head to it. It’s for this reason that his epithet was changed from "the Golden" to "the Grafted". Disrespected by his subjects and never commanded as much respect as the other demigods due to only being distantly related to their godly lineage, producing a raging inferiority complex that drove him to depracvity in order to “prove” himself. He has slaughtered thousands of people and literally grafted their limbs to his horrible, malformed body, has torture chambers full of bags of human remains in his castle, chops off his own arm and sticks the bare bloody nub into a nearby corpse at the start of his second phase, and cackles like a maniac all throughout his fight with the Tarnished. Also, judging by the contents of the kitchen and dining hall at Stormveil, Godrick and the other Grafted regularly eat the leftovers of their victims once they've taken all the valuable limbs. Godrick has his followers conduct hunts for the Tarnished so they may be sacrificed and be grafted onto the Grafted Scions, chaotic messes of limbs and body parts—at least 2 torsos (with one being as large as a Troll's), several limbs held together by the hands, random feathers strewn about its sides, and a small bird wing, with a young noble being the head in the center. Represents fears of cannibalism, mutilation, being slaughtered for meat, bodies being twisted/reshaped/butchered, and insecurity."

The Giant Meat Snake (Vita Carnis) "Technically meat snakes are a category of creature within the alternate Earth world of Vita Carnis, but the specific Meat Snake I’m referring to is the one that engorged itself on a bunch of WWII corpses and was only discovered because it ended up clogging a sewer. Meat Snakes are worm-like creatures made entirely of living meat. Unlike some of the Other creatures of Vita Carnis (who are better-fit for other entities), Meat Snakes don’t consume living matter, making them very useful for things like corpse disposal. The more meat they consume, the bigger and stronger they become. They also sometimes wear the skulls of the animals/people they’ve eaten like Halloween masks. Vita Carnis as a series in general is Very Flesh-core, but the giant WWII Meat Snake feels like the best candidate for becoming a Flesh Avatar."

#flesh poll #the magnus archives #the flesh #elden ring #vita carnis #poll

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capondi · 1 month

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Aesthetic board tag ✨

Thanks to @lonnson for the tag! 😊

RULES: Place your dream cottage/cabin/castle/home, view, pet, activity, food, outfit, flowers/plants, and the character you'd love to share this life with. Just literally make the (fairycore/witchcore/cottagecore/etc) life of your dreams!!!

No pressure tags: @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @fuzzyblanketcuddles @upstartgeek @clarabosswald @a-carnie-and-a-cop @deathbutwithfuzzyanimals @famig @simptasia @abnerkrill @milf-lover42 @lost-forest-heart and whoever wants to do this!!!

#tag game

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sybilius · 1 year

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I remember thinking Casa Loma was super lame growing up because it was a "fake" castle and wasn't actually there for medieval European history. now that I'm older I KNOW it's lame but I also really like it. It would annoy me a lot more if it was more like New England where vanity project castles/mansions are a lot more common but the fact that there was only one (1) guy who was rich enough to build this ass tacky thing in the middle of town and then ran out of money before it was completed and the thing was only saved from destruction when it became a weird tourist trap...that rules actually. Carny shit and monument to hubris

#personal

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snail-cryptid · 14 days

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📷: Clowncore, Starflesh, Scene & Emo, Kidcore, Circuses, Dolls, Bones, Jungles, Fields, Hyacinths, Liminal Spaces, Abandoned Buildings.

🥖: Spicy food, Curry, Ramen, Rice, Seafood, Tortellini, Samosas, Palak Paneer, Stuffed Peppers, Almost every fruit, Almost every veggie.

📺: Markiplier, CoryxKenshin, Eddievr, Kurtis Conner, FunkyFrogBait, Horror movies, Saw, Insidious, AHS, Wild Croc Territory, Martin Walls/TWF, Analog Horror, Vita Carnis, Jurassic Park SPN, TWD.

📻: Nightcore, Breakcore, Goreshit, Femtanyl, Crystal Castles, øneheart, Dazey and The scouts, Lemon Demon, Tally Hall, TV girl, Lamp, Taeko Onuki, Tomoko aran.

💔: People that make mean jokes without knowing me, Cheating in relationships, IRL Violence, Bigotry, SA, SH, and EDs, Anti-Furries-Therians, Pro-Israel/Zionists, TERFS, trans"race".

🤍More info: Pings welcome, Dms Open, Tell me if I bug you. Free Palestine, Pro-Neopronouns, Pro-ship, Pro-Choice, Anti-Harassment. Therian, Furry. Theriotypes are Australian Shepherd, Wolverine, and Giant Otter. ENFP, Aries, and ADHD.

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expfcultragreen · 9 months

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Pissed that i cant voice to text into an fmv maker app yet. I want to see "devil town" for candyland

Im annoyed by the game app promo that suggests lord licorice is a villain.

Im not paying to find out more but let me complain about it anyway:

My headcanon is that he's an addams family type figure who is, like licorice, an acquired taste:

but like, you go thru his house enough times and you get the swing of things in licorice land or whatever.

Licorice lagoon ig.

I totally think he fucks the peppermint guy but so does queen frostine and they have a sort of weird, peter greenaway movie kind of a vibe about their love triangle.

Jolly fucks everyone, he's like a roman orgy planner. I see him played by antm era james st james.

King candy has like eyes portrait sneaky tunnel stuff going on and eats it all up like he's watching a sitcom (he has access to frostine's castle, tho they have entirely seperate courts outside joint occasions); this is like gormenghast except frostine is the one with the smaller lodge full of books:

Mostly frostine is busy with the woody allen situation she has going with princess lolly:

Grandma nutt is a cross between a poacher and an ornamental hermit and she gets some kind of twisted satisfaction out of people getting lost in the woods near her house, where she often "reclaims" their lost items; she may eat some of them, hansel and gretel witch style. She may feed some to gloppy out of a sort of retired-carnie-town solidarity. Rob zombie could direct a movie of this part alone. Or, an algorithm could generate a video for me based on prompts about it, i would set it to dragula. The players stumble out of the edge of the hallucinatory grove only to be swept up in grandma nutt and gloppys whole texas chainsaw/ hills have eyes moment. (This make sense as a narrative arc if your diy gameboard has more of a late game shoots and ladders component)

Sorry, this is the lore ive been working out with the voices in my head, theyre like well fuck, youre so serious about why wont anyone play candyland, why doesnt anyone GET candyland, its an imagination game, etc etc so like lets shake this tree, what gives about fucking candyland, freak?

Anyway lord licorice isnt a villain, there are no true villains in candyland, or they all are

Candyland is a home alone scenario where the players are a sibling team trying to figure out if there is anyone safe in candyland at all. It unfolds like an eli roth movie. The ending is ambiguous. Like ymmv, how much does king candy freak YOU out? I think he lets you go, but its like the perfect host

Like its this one obscenely rich dude's island-of-dr-moreau scenario except its an epstein style pleasure island and the worst parts are like full pink flamingos, if you wanna get freaky. Babes in toyland vibes i dunno.

It could be more like charlie and the chocolate factory but as a series of sex ed parables almost rhps style, since we keep pitching movies here. Greta gerwig could direct

#candyland

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tsuki-sennin · 8 months

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Wow, Adventure Heaven! What a good movie I totally just saw! I liked the part where Moffun showed up and ate an entire box of Milk Duds, cardboard and all~! And the part where Racules spelled his name out in Romaji on a blackboard and it wasn't "Rcules" because goddammit that is fucking bullshit~!

Anyways, time for Episodes 24-26~!

Spoilers, I guess...

-I don't know why you seem so surprised about Dezzy blowing up the planet, Jimmy. I mean, have you met him?

-Gerojim! I missed you, yo!

-Ahhhh, so Tikyuu's already got its core science down.

-Oh!

-Okay, apparently bedrock just doesn't exist in this universe.

-"I will be king! And none will challenge me!"

-Spiders Jeremy comes to play the game!

-Grandpa putting you to bed.

-Jeremy hijacked the intro entirely for himself this time, okay!

-The king is boiling alive, and he hasn't even been coronated for a few days!

-Holy shit, 90%???

-Damn Yanma, do you not have liquid nitrogen lying around?

-...Rita, is there some secret stash of Moffun and Me merch hidden somehwere in this castle that Racules had? Are there Moffun Chunkopops?

-Three cities! For three baskets of crops!

-Oh, Gira...

-Boone...

-"How can you people party when we're all melting?"

-Matsuri, matsuri da~!

-...Tarou-san...

-"I know all about your stupid planetary genocide plan~!"

-Goddamn, Jeremy looks great in that torchlight.

-One of the best staples of any JRPG~! The festival sequence~!

-Gira-sama~!

-Have fun, my beloved peons~!

-Oh my god, the plushie's got his own Akracing (TM) Gaming Chair.

-AN ENTIRE SKYSCRAPER

-Oh you motherfuckers hjlkh

-Stupid carnies!

-Lunch time~! Lay it on us, K-Man.

-Utage ja Ohger Jumpscare

-Rita's so adorable in that outfit, holy crap

-"Get out there, boy."

-Dezzy's insight is rather surprising. Forced to answer for crimes he had no hand in while those who put his people there party above them...

-Ohhhh, those are simply lovely parallel effects...

-"I will be the pen that writes my tyrannical legend."

-"Ehh... idk, maybe this whole tyranny thing isn't working out for me."

-Th

-Awww, Douga :)

-Man, looking at the green screen for long is fuckin' with my sense of perspective.

-It's like if George Lucas directed a season of Power Rangers.

-"Oh, hey Jeremy :)"

-Jeremy...

-All this time...

-Big crawfish!

-Po boys for everyone!

-That boy can dig.

-"Anyone got any bright ideas?"

-Fishing!

-Okay, that is smart writing.

-Can't burn somebody already boiling alive.

-Now to plug all these holes.

-Oh Dezzy...

-Oh, goin' full King already.

-Holy shit, he tanked that.

-Idomonarak??

-Ohhhhhhhh

-Family...

-He's just shuffling on...

-And yet he hears nothing.

-OHHHH?

-Everybody!

-"The man who done fucked up."

-Go even further beyond.

-Oh

-Okay, that simple.

-Twenty guys.

-Ah don't worry, I saw the preview, you guys'll find 'em.

-GEROJIM

-DUDE

-"I'll handle this one."

-OHHHHH

-That is devious.

-:O

-Holy shit

-Testing a man's resolve so hard.

-"Serve your king. As the first of the Bugnarok."

-Chosen by the gods.

-Kofuki's unprepared.

-"...I'm starting to regret this idea now."

-King Nerd and his posse ride on!

-I see Himeno's retinue are quite resolute.

-Last meal.

-"My nasty-ass hands ask to be taken! Kuroda! Suzume! I beg of you!"

-Hello, Morphonia~!

-Kabedon

-Ohhhhhh the hug!!!

-"The will to succeed."

-Kuwagon...

-Thump!

-No more sacrifice plays! Only the finest perfect run here!

-Damn

-Boone didn't hesitate for a second.

-It's time for your advent, God King-Ohger!

-That is one huge son of a bitch.

-Long-ass jingle too.

-God descends, and they are a chimeric arthropod!

-Removed.

-Ikuzo!

-This is simply marvelous.

-"On your call, Ant Boy!"

-Ohsama Sentai! King-Ohger!

-Goodbye, Emperor Dethnarak.

-We saved the world~!

-...kinda!

-One last episode for this arc, of course.

-Ah yes, the best solution for racism. Genocide.

-"All the Bugnarok will die too, you moron."

-"Let's meet somewhere nicer. You can even borrow this if you want."

-Sweet prince Jeremy...

-Oh?

-"Hey, Arbiter! Can't arbit with goosebumps?"

-Ohhhhh

-I see...

-Oh crap, Himeno.

-OHHHHHH

-Those're the locusts!

-A pile of dead flies.

-Jesus Christ...

-Oh, already revolting.

-That is messed up, man.

-Emperor Dezzy's got a stummyache.

-Gerojim's a force ghost.

-Oh!

-It's a little guy!

-"Can you help him?"

-Dethnarak...

-I never expected much from him, and yet...

-Goddamn, this is some tragic-ass theming.

-"Get out of here! You stupid dumb animal!"

-They fightin'!

-"Look at how bright and beautiful the sun is!"

-Gira...

-Yep. We would've done the same goddamn thing.

-And we would've kept doing that same goddamn thing over and over again.

-Let it fall, buddy.

-We're doing it good!

-Oh

-Oh fuck you Kamejim.

-"Two thousand years of planning! Stoking the fires of prejudice, killing, stealing, lying, destroying. All down the drain!"

-What the hell is that

-"Be king. Let our people see the beautiful shining sun!"

-Dethnarak...

-Returned to nothing but cinders.

-Jeremy's fucking pissed.

-Time for everybody to play their part once more.

-"Now, what to do with you kids~?"

-Clocked

-Even at his last breath, Kamejim refused to get it.

-Goodbye, stinkbug man.

-The Bugnarok are heretofore recognized as their own domain.

-There's no need for hatred any more. Never there was.

-Man and bug. Hand in pincer, hand in wing, hand in leg.

-No cheer or joy. Just a message made clear.

-"Now, let's make a beautiful new story~!"

-Ohhhhhhhhh

-Ah, yep. Planet.

-I forgot.

-Alienses~!

-Galactinsects, they're called.

-Oh wow, a timeskip.

-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH FINALLY!

-I'M CAUGHT UP!

-THE CURSE HAS BEEN LIFTED!

#Rejoice O Swarming Evil! You're My King!#kingohger #ohsama sentai kingohger #ohsama sentai king ohger #king ohger #king ohger spoilers

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sailoreuterpe · 2 years

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Holy shit, we start this family sitcom film with a shooting!

Oh my god, I snorted at Bob assuring the burger that everything is fine.

Aw, the first song is so cute.

I don’t care what anyone else says, I think that the main cast all have nice voices.

Tina wanting to give Jimmy Junior her barrette is so cute.

Louise, sweetie, noooo, don’t feel bad about your ears!

Louise’s verse is so nice because it takes a moment to understand that she’s talking about her ears.

Noooo, I know that the movie isn’t going to end with the restaurant closed but I’m still like, “noooo!”

I thought that Gene got kicked out of the Itty Bitty Ditty Committee?

The ga-ga ball pit in the background is sending me!

“My penis area!” OH MY GOD!

God, I hate Chloe.

MORT MY BELOVED!

TEDDY MY BELOVED!

I love Teddy but it’s kinda hypocritical for him to get mad at Bob for shouting.

I swear to God, I want to punch Jimmy Pesto for SMILING when the sinkhole opens.

Poor Grover–how do you get lower in the hierarchy than FELIX?

GENE.

Between Gene’s inappropriate comment about holes and Louise’s old joke about Bob, they really are catering to the long time fans with this one.

Hey, Fischoeder lore!

The little pop when Linda pulls out the tube was adorable.

Mr. Fiscoeder is so fun.

Bob’s face as he stares at the hole makes me want to cry. T_T.

Teddy’s in a book club!

BOB MOM LORE BOB MOM LORE BOB MOM LORE!

Jericho!!!!

Tina having the insight and maturity to literally have her fantasy analyze her emotions is badass even if it ends badly.

Awwww, all of the kids being bitter and doubting themselves genuinely makes me sad.

MELTED KUCHI KOPI, PLEASE BE A BITTER ASSHOLE!

YES, YES, BE A JACKASS MELTED KUCHI KOPI!

Where did Melt Kuchi Kopi’s boobs go?

That crack about Melted Kuchi Kopi was stone cold, Louise.

BUNNY EARS LORE!

LINDA MADE THE EARS OH MY GOD!

“So, what I’m hearing is that your head hasn’t grown since preschool” kind of confirms Short!Louise for life.

“Oh, please; I brushed.”

I bet dollars to donuts that Louise falls in.

And there she goes.

OK, the skeleton reveal is GENUINELY terrifying.

Oh my God, Louise choking on the teeth! D:

“I tasted death!”

Of course Louise is on board with committing a felony. XD

Oh my god, I JUST wrote in my recent series that Louise develops a nervous quirk of pulling on her bunny ears when upset and then the movie has her DO that!

Oh no, not Mr. Fiscoeder!

There’s no way Mr. Fiscoeder actually killed Dan. That would be too easy and also, obviously, too short of a plot.

My guess is either Felix killed the carnie, Grover killed the carnie, or it was an accident.

Either Felix is the killer or just that obtuse; it could honestly go either way.

Aw, Linda and Teddy fantasizing together about mobile houses ala “Howl’s Moving Castle” is very sweet.

Bob’s groan is very reminiscent of Tina’s which is adorable.

Linda’s eyes shift in bed and it’s great.

I genuinely got a little emotional at Linda giving Bob a pep talk.

The animation in this is really nice and flowing.

Firstly: FLASHBACK!

Secondly: So Mort’s been around since before Bob’s Burgers!

If Linda was pregnant with Tina (and heavily so) when they leased the building then the restaurant can’t be older than 13 years old.

Oh my GOD, I literally laughed out loud when Linda punches Bob in the nuts!

Louise’s “it’s go time” face is badass.

I only just noticed that Louise’s eyes are both the same size now; I wonder when that happened.

If Louise doesn’t become a career criminal, she’d make an amazing private detective.

Aw, the kids don’t keep their bikes at Teddy’s any more. :(

I LOVE the running gag of “overly-long plan name”!

Teddy built the restaurant a mobile food kiosk! T_T

Ohhhh, Teddy wanting to go sell burgers with Bob and Linda makes my heart hurt.

As much as I don’t like how recent seasons have made Bob and Teddy’s relationship more toxic and like, why is Bob even friends with Teddy–I do like that Linda and Teddy are getting along so well.

I appreciate that the movie isn’t doing the “Hostile Creep Teddy” thing that the more recent seasons have been amping up.

Teddy is so, so sad and yet so, so sweet.

The mobile burger stand is going to get at least one of them jailed, I just know it. :(

I bet Teddy gets jailed to protect Bob and Linda.

I snorted at “Grab your meat!”

I looked it up and Mickey isn’t voiced by Bill Hader but the replacement guy does a great Bill Hader impression.

Mickey admitting that he didn’t actually have to serve his time made my laugh.

The view of the cooler contents is beautiful.

Aw, Teddy being so happy just to be helping Bob and Linda is the best. T_T

The One Eyed Snakes are coming up!

I love how the movie is getting all of the best side characters into the film in organic ways.

Louise is so good at reverse psychology and I love to see it every time.

Hey, Ghost Boy graffiti!

OH NO, not Hugo!

Poor Ron and Trev being in love with fucking assholes.

I love the random customer getting roped into the Belchers’ nonsense.

“That is yours to keep.”

Hey, Fanny’s back!

I was legitimately tense when Felix opened the deck doors.

I am LIVING for Bob and Teddy having a (mostly) healthy and loving relationship!!

The animation of the sparkles coming off of Fantasy Jimmy Junior was genuinely beautiful.

Oh my God, Bob’s little smile when he’s on the Molehill is so cuuuute!

Hey, I was right that Teddy would sacrifice himself for Bob and Linda.

…Too bad that it backfired when Bob and Linda pissed off more carnies.

Oh yeah, Mr. Fischoeder would have the money to post bail.

How is bail never an option in these situations?

The animation on Felix’s face when he gets creepy is so good!

GENE AND TINA WANTING TO HUG EACH OTHER MORE OFTEN! T_T

“Boy Bob Child” oh my god.

Poor Tina has to talk to the murderer XD.

I reiterate: How sad do you have to be to be even lower in power than FELIX?

BABY FISCHES IN THE BACKGROUND OH MY GOD!

Deceased Mr. Fischoeder looks like Calvin!

HOLY SHIT I CALL IT FOR GROVER AS THE MURDERER!

I really admire how Gene’s playing is being used a background music and causing the tension to ramp up in this scene.

I LOVE how Tina and having a phone of her own is a series-spanning running joke.

I gotta admit, “The Belchers almost get killed because the Fischoeders are insanely dysfunctional” is kind of a fun running gag at this point.

Again, the animation in this is so great and Grover dancing is beautiful.

Wait, Felix didn’t get caught for his attempted murders so what felony has HE committed?

If I had a nickel for every time that the Belchers almost died under the Wonder Wharf pier, I’d have two nickels.

Oh God, Grover wants Disneyland, gross.

OH, the stuffed animals remark was foreshadowing!!

Boo, I thought that Teddy would save the day and instead he’s going to PESTO’S.

OK, when do I get my “Louise and Mr. Fischoeder team up for real” episode?

Tina is so badass sometimes.

OK, so prediction: Fischoeder pays off the bank in thanks for saving his life, Grover goes to jail, Tina asks Jimmy Junior to be her summer boyfriend, Gene gets to play at the wharf, and Louise keeps her ears because fuck Chloe.

Holy shit, no wonder this is PG-13.

Grover runs over their bikes; what an asshole!

OOOOHHHH, GRANDMA BELCHER AND BABY BOBBY!!!!

GRANDMA BELCHER REVEAL GRANDMA BELCHER REVEAL GRANDMA BELCHER REVEAL!

Oh my God, Louise is like her grandma. T_T

And then Bob having an epiphany about him and Linda as they’re dying…

“I’m gonna Linda this!”!!!!

OH MY GOD TINA KNOWING WHAT GRINDING IS!

Yay, Teddy got his moment to save the day!

OLIVE BAAAR!!!

YES YES YES FULL MAIN CAST SAVES THE DAY!

“This place is overengineered, I think” oh my god.

OK, yes, they’re playing the hand-slap game but it’s still sweet that the Fischoeders are holding each other’s hands as they die.

Yaaaay, everyone lives!

YAY, Grover got pinched!

Aw, Bob trying to be like Linda to give Gene a pep talk.

And everyone gets their happy end oh my god. T_T

I LOVE that Louise still wears her ears but isn’t anxious about them.

OH MY GOD THEY’RE RECREATING THE OPENING AS THE ENDING BUT WITH ANOTHER RE!

Hey, Gretchen!

Hey, Gayle!

MARSHMALLOW MY BELOVED!

Shit, Marshmallow’s dress is the trans flag colors! :D

That was so fun and sweet!!

#Bob's Burgers #Bob's Burgers film #Bob's Burgers spoilers #spoilers #Bob's Burgers Film Spoilers #bb #bob belcher #linda belcher #tina belcher #gene belcer #louise belcher #bob's burgers teddy #teddy bob's burgers #Notes by Nikki #I SPENT FOUR HOURS WATCHING THIS #long post

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SONIC EVENT: TRICK OR TREAT!

NOTE: THIS IS FOR THE SONIC RPC ONLY! Check this post for basic rules.

Boys and girls of every age, wouldn't you like to see something strange? Come with us, and you will see... this our PARK of HALLOWEEN! The Ghosts and Ghouls of Hang Castle and Death Chamber have come together to give you a SPOOKY AMUSEMENT PARK for you and your friends to join in!

You aren't in any danger here, just be careful not to wander off alone... who knows what frights await you in that dark, unlit corner? Be careful of the Haunted House... It starts quite CHEESY, but you may feel QUEASY as you go deeper. Where was the exit again?

What can you do here? Well, you can do whatever you want! All of your favorite Amusement Park Rides are here, with your favorite treats, too! Every attraction has a booth out front with a skeleton who will give you candy if you are in costume. If you are not in costume, you get a disappointed "tsk tsk tsk" and a finger waggle. Oh, and you get jump-scared by a BOOM BOO!

THE MYSTERY...

THERE IS A MYSTERY at this location... as the night goes on, you may feel more and more like your HALLOWEEN COSTUME... Mummies are groaning, Vampires hate bright lights, and Ghosts are... becoming translucent? (You can run wild with this depending on your costume... Hours 1-4 may not have much effect, but hours 5-8 and onwards, you may start to become more like your costume...!)

IF YOU TRICK OR TREAT from EVERY ATTRACTION, you may stave off the curse and avoid becoming an eternal CARNIE!!! GOOD LUCK!!!!

(THERE ARE 30 ATTRACTIONS. COLLECT TRICKS OR TREATS FROM EVERY ATTRACTION AND STAVE OFF THE CURSE!)

MUSES CANNOT:

-Destroy the property. -Kill or seriously injure another character or NPC (they're ghosts. you can't hurt them anyway.) -Have 18+ RP tied to the event. If you really want to write that kind of stuff, please use your own tags for it. DO NOT POST IT IN THE EVENT TAG! I BEG OF YOU FOR ALL OF THE PEOPLE IN THIS RPC PLEASE DO IT FOR THEM GIVE THEM A CHANCE

Muses that are under 18 are allowed, it's Halloween after all! But please respect other peoples’ comfort levels and their rules pages. There is no alcohol at this event. No R-rated substances will be found during this event.

Muses may not know how they got here, but they do know one thing is for certain: They are dressed in their desired Halloween Costume. Their regular attire is nowhere to be found! They CAN remove it, but, um. Maybe don't. (You don't have a change of clothes.)

FOR THE MUNS:

Sonic muses only! Sonic fandom OCs are also allowed. Duplicates encouraged! Everyone should have a chance to participate.

MAKE SURE YOUR RULES PAGE IS EASILY ACCESSIBLE (AND READABLE).

(Please remember that there are people using the beta editor and people who aren't. Dash stretch may happen regardless, so as a courtesy to your RP partners, consider putting the bulk of your starter under a read-more, in case the post breaks on trimming!)

If you want to participate, you may reblog this event post to boost it, but DO NOT START THREADS OFF THIS POST. In-world the Amusement Park lasts for 24 hours of in-game time, but ooc, the event itself goes as long as people post in it! So please take your time! You can post in it after Halloween ends, too! There is no rushin!

the tag for the event is:

#SONIC EVENT: HALLOWEEN PARK

#SONIC EVENT: HALLOWEEN PARK #long post

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Bustling sounds of bodies and music were all but enough to drown out the cicadas' cry on a blistering summer night. Here in this field lay the Circus Castle Cavalier, an enormously large three point tent cutting the landscape with its vibrant red and white stripes. Covered in what could be miles of glittering lights, the structure seemed decorated and exuberant enough to stand as a permanent fixture in the field. A series of vans and trucks, some with trailers in tow, however, told a different story. The tent (and the few scattered around it–inhabited by carnies, circus freaks–whatever they were) had only claimed the vacancy for upwards of three weeks now. The show ran Friday through Sunday, with a follow up show on Monday’s–eloquently themed and titled as Masquerade Monday. Tickets ran half price for the occasion. Just as well. The obligation to wear a mask wouldn’t be at the top of a man’s list, given the circumstance.

Sawabe Touma scoffed at the notion. His buyer’s request to meet at a circus nearly had him backing out of the deal. The payoff would more than suffice for the inconvenience; he reasoned. Besides–the Aizawa Corporation would hardly suspect a place like this. Computer types. He’d never seen the buyer's face, of course. Not that he’d see it tonight, given the masks. The only image in Sawabe’s mind amounted to a basement dweller or a shut-in type–someone unfit to take part in regular society, and simply operate behind screens. It was understandable, in any case; the need to meet in public for this exchange. Sawabe couldn’t very well email the code. The cash payment bred further incentive.

Sizeable crowd for a Monday, he mused, nearly bumping into an eager set of girls on the way into the tent. Walls adorned with posters of the cast, the two had stopped in front of him to take a selfie with a certain one. He brushed past in annoyance. Even carnies could have fangirls, it seemed.

“G-Good evening!” Chimed a bright, pink haired girl. A pleasant figure and face, softly timid and inviting enough to more than compensate for the mild unpleasantness of the evening. Sawabe grunted about the ticket, prepaid–gave his name, the pseudonym he’d used and told the buyer to assign him under. She smiled, a glimmer of realization striking as she stood with her head on a swivel. “Piper! Piper, the guest–”

A second bright haired individual appeared from behind the curtain she sat in front of. He immediately beamed, arms stretching as he bowed his head. “Our guest! Welcome, sir. I’ll escort you to your seat, and–ah!” He reached under the desk the girl had stood behind, pulling up a mask more elaborate than the rest of the crowd had been given. “Yours, of course. Please put it on and we’ll head in, okay?” Another grunt of acceptance. Sawabe slid it over his head and positioned it comfortably over his eyes, fussing with the bridge of the nose for only a moment or two before following the swift Piper down a separate path than the main.

He found it second nature to observe the tent and its construction. Elaborate was the only word trickling into his brain, from the detailing to the wiring–had this place really only stood for a handful of weeks? To be torn down again, paraded to another part of the country…he’d commend their crew for it, if he cared to. Juvenile as a circus appeared, perhaps there was some marvel to be found in Castle Cavalier, just as the journalists had promised and described.

Piper once again stretched his arms, motioning towards the center seat in a small, secluded (presumably) VIP section of the risers. The younger man took no time hesitating to disappear behind the curtain once Sawabe gave his nod of thanks. The three seats in the front were already occupied, as well as the one to his right. The woman did not so much as glance his way as he took his place beside her. With her short chin length black bob, he’d pinned her for a viper. Best left alone for the time being. Sawabe made no attempt to grab the attention of those in the row before him, either. The empty seat to his left…surely, would be occupied by his buyer. Had his curiosity not been so piqued by the grandeur of the Castle, he’d sooner complete the exchange and make for an early departure. He’d found himself wanting to stick it out for the show, much to his surprise. He’d learn for himself if the place deserved its raving reviews.

The acrobatic aerial work displayed by the two girls in the ring seemed a good start. Young, he thought, stroking at the stubble he hadn’t bothered shaving. Very young. Gotta be. Or maybe they’ve got some little people…nah. These are kids. He scanned the ring, the immediate front seat rows for some type of mother figure. Runaways? Trafficked? It’d be hard to pin a guess. Regardless, the two completed one final grand move, hopping seamlessly to the ground at its conclusion with a bow or two as the lights fell.

A singular spotlight isolated the ring. There stood a young man dressed as royalty, a silken mess of dirty blond, red accented hair; face concealed in a brilliant gold, venetian mask…his hand laid over his heart. Even from his position higher up in the rafters, Sawabe could make out the wide smile creeping over his face. He took a light bow, other arm outstretched towards the crowd.

“Welcome to our castle, everyone!” Straightening himself, the man beamed, light seemingly exuding from his presence alone. He laughed joyously in the applause, spinning to fully scope the crowd, which…again, Sawabe mused, sizable for a Monday.

“I hope the noise is for our twins, not for me! Finn and Flynn are dazzling, aren’t they? You won’t miss them long, I promise! Marvel for us, clap for us! We wouldn’t stand in our ring were it not for you and your support!” Another thunderous roar.

Me? Sawabe could have sworn he caught a glimpse–a glimpse of a golden cat-like gaze in his direction. He took a moment to glance from side to side, empty seat to his left cold as before, stone cold occupant to his right unmoving. The heads in front of him did not pivot, just as well. Perhaps it’d been in his head.

“Allow me, Prince of the Castle, to be your host this evening. Enjoy your night. Soak it in. We cross our hearts and hope to die that the light does not leave your eyes.”

Prince. Sawabe crossed his arms, grin spreading. He’d chuckle were it not for the near tangible ice from the woman beside him. His eyes drifted to the empty seat once again, and he let himself silently wonder if the buyer had intended for him to view the performance to its end first. Perhaps the buyer was one of the circus freaks, however unlikely that seemed from their previous correspondences. Guess you never really know. It’d almost delight him should it turn out to be said Prince, though he’d certainly question his need for a deep encryption code as ringleader of a circus. Then again, with such a full house…there could be a need to bury their funds in a dark, impossible pit. Sawabe had always been hopelessly impressed by the Aizawa Corporations Information Technology. Even though he’d managed to extract it, he still hadn’t cracked it–something the buyer had sworn by. All the same to Sawabe.

Attention turned once more, Prince had made his way to a riser above the ring, bright and chipper and boisterously commanding as he’d come. He introduced the acts, narrated, engaged the crowd in fun and fervor that could have one captivated solely by him. Had he not reminded his patrons to view the show, he’d nearly stolen it from under them.

An impossible tightrope over that incinerator of a firepit, however…was hard for even him to subtract from. The small, delicate and dainty form near the top…she had emerged from what appeared to be an oversized cage, one fit for a–

“Ladies and Gentlemen, our own Bird! Free from her cage, can she make it? Don’t fall, you dear little thing! We’ll see if she makes use of those wings, won’t we?” As promised, the pair Finn and Flynn made their grand return, stunts performed around and above the tightrope as Bird began her steady journey across the line. Sawabe’s eyes remained glued to the display, grinning from ear to ear with Prince’s commentary adding just the perfect suspense and energy for Bird’s careful tiptoeing all the way til she had nearly found the ending platform. With his behind scooted to the edge of the seat, he almost could have ignored the slight prick on the back of his neck. His hand reached to swat what could have been just a bug, turning his head over his shoulder just in case. Sawabe would have written it off, had it not been for the whisper and rustle of the curtain behind him. Huh.

Directing his attention forward once again, his eyes met those of a head that had swiveled in the middle seat in front of him. Vague familiarity struck him, driven in wholly as the man removed his mask. Another golden cat-like gaze, this time, though…unmistakably boring through to his soul.

The face, the CEO…he knew the face and the gaze well. Aiwaza Atsunori.

“Oh, Birdie! Aren’t you clever! Aren’t you incredible! A treasure, so undeterred, the composure and grace of a bird indeed! Can we please give her a hand, many hands, all of your hands!”

His vision became foggy, corners of his eyes darkening as he attempted to make some comment about Aizawa not seeming like the circus type.

“Please, again, for the royal court! You fuel us, you flatter us! Again!”

The bitter gaze of the woman next to him was all he saw as Sawabe Touma’s head met the floor.

***

“Spin, spin, spin…” Ayano yawned. Gently he swayed, legs hooked in support over the swinging bar. He kept his arms crossed over his chest, knives between each gap in his fingers. He liked hanging upside down. The blood flow kept him fluid. And awake, seeing as it was going to take a fucking lifetime for this bowling ball of a man to find consciousness. Strapped to a Wheel of death, Sawabe spun, gagged to prevent any annoying prattling for forgiveness from slipping between his lips. He’d let the spinning continue, many, many minutes after Brutus and Roman finished binding him and setting the wheel.

Too many minutes.

“Ah…old man…won’t you wake up? It’s rude to keep people waiting, you know…”

Nothing.

“Tch.” If patience was a virtue, Ayano ensured he saved it for other things. Greater things. Brow narrowing and lip curling, he hurled a knife in Sawabe's direction, laughing as it struck mere centimeters from the man’s ear, stuck to the wood. That worked. His eyes flung open, wild, horror setting in. The beginnings of noisy, muffled protest. Ayano’s laughter grew in volume. He swayed a bit harder, grateful for the true fun he’d soon get to have.

“Good morning, Awabe!” He sang. “Feeling swell? Still feeling like selling that code your big grubby hands didn’t write?” More muffled cries. Ayano nearly found himself in stitches. Something so amusing in seeing that helplessness, the realization, the panic and fear of death. He didn’t lose his grin as he flipped himself upright on the bar, adjusting to stand with the slight dip between the heels and soles of his shoes as comfortable support.

“I did, though! I wrote it. And you’re really in luck, Sawabe! Cause I don’t care if you sell it or not.” More muffled, jumbled speech. “Oh, you’re confused…” Ayano leaned his head against the rope of the swing, silky blond hair falling in his face and bottom lip jutting out in a pout. His favorite, signature streak of red rested comfortably against his cheek. He wouldn’t be a Prince that didn’t stand out in a crowd. That’d be disgraceful. “It’s not my decision, okay? Stop yelling at me! I won’t say I’m sorry!” He flung a knife in anger, knowingly missing his head by a hair. Sawabe let out a suppressed scream.

“Missed it! Oops! Stop screaming, old man! You sound disgusting!”

Graceful, he descended the swing. Every motion remained fluid. One knife in his right ankle. One in his left. One through a wrist, one through the other, and finally, one making its home and final resting place firmly through Sawabe’s skull.

“Bye bye, thief.”

“Childish.”

Ayano felt his eyes twitch with desire to narrow. He hadn’t forgotten, hadn’t missed that stoic smugness. How could he? Especially not after his disappearance, vanishing for a handful of years while making good on his promise to run away to the circus. Only to be found in a field behind the tent, hacking at limbs to dispose of a corpse with no name–at least, that he knew of. Aizawa Atsunori’s own private investigator, after months of prowling, provided the man with a cornucopia of knowledge regarding his son's whereabouts and taste for vigilante justice. Enough knowledge for the threats to work, to hold his ultimate fate in his greedy, seedy corporate hands.

“The King of the Castle!” Ayano grasped at the rope, pulling himself back up and onto his bar swing facing his father, opting to keep one foot as support and letting the other dangle. “Did you bring me my money?”

Aizawa Atsunori merely scoffed. He pulled an envelope from within the breast pocket beneath his lapel. Ayano grinned at the thickness, and outstretched his hand to graciously accept his prize. He even let out an ooh, marveling dramatically at the weight.

“You insist on these meager cash payments while your account funds sit and gather dust.” That signature look of disdain. Never change, dear old dad. “You need a haircut.”

“No can do, your highness!” He whapped the envelope at his father, only to have the older man grunt and swat it away. His equally signature eye roll landed his eyes on the freshly killed Sawabe, sentenced to continue his spin on the wheel. For now. Brutus and Roman would help collect shortly. As soon as the King rode off in his carriage. “Oh, yeah.” Letting himself fall, Ayano’s knees hooked around the bar. Swinging upside down consistently proved irritating for his father. He couldn’t very well help himself, could he? Ayano dug into the pocket of his princely pants, removing the flash drive he’d swiped off of Sawabe before he’d been strung up. “Here. Save me the trouble of rewriting it someday, huh?”

“Have you made any progress?”

Ah. Time was almost up, wasn’t it.

“Mm…” He let his eyes shift back and forth, refusing to let his golden gaze meet that of Atsunori’s. His lips pursed. Only the sound of the wheel creaking filled the small tent for a few tense beats. “Nope.”

“Don’t leave your playpen with regrets.”

“Never.”

“See you.”

“Bye bye, King!”

He waved, an upside down gesture his father ignored as his back turned and he left the tent. Ayano’s expression fell instantly as the heavy flap fell in his wake. As if he’d forgotten. As if he wouldn’t uphold the deal, one way or another. He’d rather die than return to Aizawa Corporation, doomed to live the rest of his days shut in a cubicle empty handed. Shut in until he’d take over. And by then, who knew if he'd ever understand this pull? This urge to explore, discover, find the meaning in existence he couldn't quite explain...what distance might span between him and this goal? He felt strongly that the longer he waited, the more chance of error. A lack of fulfilment. Fate had a tendency to be ever especially and extraordinarily unkind.

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haunted-mouse-party · 2 years

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I went to see .cataclysm. a revisited exhibition of Diane Arbus at the David wirner gallary. There had to be at least 50 photographs on the first floor alone. Thats where I had spent my visit. Each photo varried in size but none were blown up extremely large. All the photos were in slim white frames and matted in white.

Placed against blank white walls and spread evenly around the gallary, the photos occasionally had a ghostly feel to them.

In all honesty it was an accident that I ended up at this exhibition, I was already in the city going around gallaries in Chelsea with my intermediate painting course and near the end of our trip my professor spotted this gallery and we decided to go in. I was genuinely excited once I saw the subject matter. Black and white photos of varying people. There was no information inside the exhibition itself about who was who but I don't think that mattered. I was just enamored by the sight of unconventional and normal people. Some photos were posed some seemed candid. All of them were interesting, they had a haunting feel to them. I think that was from me watching to many ask a mortician videos.

Each subject was diffrent, some photos were of trans people or drag queens. There were fat women and disabled people. No one was conventional and no one was perfect. Thats what really drew me in.

The first photo that I was really pulled to was the image of a heavy set woman. She was in undergarments, heals and a cape. Shes outside and looks to be standing in front of the back of a tent. The woman is in the center of the shot and her cape is blowing in the wond to the right of her. Everything about this photo says carni to me. An unconventional woman on display, shes got a curt little smile on her face like she's happy to be photographed. While her pose, like many of the other posed people is very still the woman is still so interesting to look at.

The other photo that got me excited is this image of a drag queen. Her hair and makeup done and she is bare chested looking in a mirror. This image has less of a posed feel. Its dramatic and to some, shocking. The exaggerated makeup and hair is an immediate pull. Thats where my eyes went first. The off center feel caused by the chroming on the mirror makes us shift our gaze to the left. The background is blurry and dark. The drag queens face is light and illuminated by what i assume is camera flash. This is just such an interesting piece.

Lastly I would like to include an outlier, this is the only photo that has no human subject. Its a dark photo of a castle, it seems to have been taken at night. Illuminated by a spotlight. You can see a moat with a swan. The position of the camera is slightly angled, its like we are so small looking up at this enormous castle. This deeply reminds me of old monster movies its like Victor Frankenstein or Daculas castle, to me its fun but yet a tab bit creepy. Its so different from the rest of the exhibition.

(Photos are in order that I described them. Hopefully)

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clemsfilmdiary · 4 years

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The Last Unicorn (1982, Jules Bass, Arthur Rankin Jr.)

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bigshotautos · 2 years

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STEP RIGHT UP LADIES, GENTLEMEN, AND ESTEEMED CUSTOMERS FOR THE SHOW-STOPPING MARVEL OF THE CENTURY!!! THE DOUBLE-TROUBLE MERRYMAKER, YOUR OLD PAL AL!!! Some thoughts under the cut if you dare!

finally caved and lost my shackles and made a deltarune fusion OC, based on conversations with @funnywormz about merging the items that you get from spamton and jevil. so this is my wacky guy, Al, full name Ala G. Zam (the precursor in carnie slang that later became alakazam, plus I like the G. initial from spamton and the ‘amalgam’ sounding name), the item being the Tip Turner (from the carnie lingo of ‘turning the tip’ meaning turning non paying customers into ticket buyers). they use their weapon like a fishing rod (a play on “phishing”) to grab people from far away and pull them into range.

combined with their wacky extendo arms, they’ve got insane range and can hook people almost on sight and pull them into their rigged carny games.

personality wise, spamton and jevil both settle into facades pretty easily, with jevil playing the archetype of the killer clown and spamton persisting with the businessman angle, Al would settle very comfortably into the intersection of scummy salesmanship and cutthroat clownery in carnie country and use that almost aggressively to hide the fact that they feel crushing and nonstop existential dread. spamton’s faced with the depths of jevil’s nihilism and hopelessness, and jevil’s burned by the optimism spamton still has and has less of a control over his emotions because spamton doesn’t hide his feelings about his lot in life. it’s not great! two characters who i think would benefit from being separate and learning from each other through an organic character arch being merged together just makes them feel lonelier than ever, more isolated, more unhinged. but theyre also a funny guy and you can win plushies off of them if you play along with their games, such is the nature of tormented deltarune funnymen.

ideally they’d get separated again and it becomes a distant memory, but if not they would have to learn to rely on others and fit into the castle town niche. i could see them getting along pretty well with seam and maybe queen later down the line.

#deltarune #deltarune oc #spamton #jevil #my art #clickthrough for better quality and readability!

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$1 Smooches

Author: @alliswell21

Prompt: Everlark and a Kissing Booth [submitted by @mandelion82]

Rating: G

Author’s Note: Modern AU. ~1600 words _____________

“That game was rigged!” Katniss seethed.

“Lower your voice, Brainless! Do you want the carnies to curse you? I don’t, I’m standing right next to you!” Johanna hissed, slapping a hand over Katniss’ mouth.

“I’m sure carnival workers consider that a derogatory term,” Prim sighed, done with her companions silliness.

“Anything is offensive nowadays,” said Johanna, winded, after Katniss shoved her away.

Katniss scowled, giving another shove for good measure, “Cut it out, Johanna!”

Prim rolled her eyes. “You are aware, this is a charity event benefiting the hospital I work for, right? all booths are operated by volunteering hospital employees, which means the ring-the-bottle game wasn’t rigged,” Prim stared pointedly at her sister, “and nobody is getting cursed!” She glared at Johanna next, “Behave!”

There was nothing Katniss hated more than disappointing her baby sister. “I’m sorry, Prim, we’ll be better,” Katniss glared at her friend, “Right Jo?”

“Fine! But I demand a greasy, deep fried treat, and a big sugary drink to go with it!”

“Yay!” Primrose clapped, hooking her slender arms through her sister and friend’s elbows, “Lets have some fun!”

The trio came to a food booth, Prim piped in, “I’ll ordered us a funnel cake and two giant lemonades, you guys go find another game, I don’t mind waiting in line,”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah…and then we can go to the booth my department set up. My favorite nurse in the whole world is manning it!”

Katniss and Johanna walked past the inflatables and the bouncy castle, trying not to bump into families with rambunctious children, and then, they saw a ridiculously loud-excuse-of-an-eyesore-shack painted in pepto pink, decked to the gills with giant red and pink hearts sprouting from every corner of the stand, and a large, white sign crowning the top, announcing: “$1 Smooches”, spelled in blinking light bulbs, with a neon yellow arrow pointing downwards.

“A kissing booth?” Johanna arched her eyebrows, curiously.

The queue to the booth was very long and to Katniss’ surprise, composed mostly by female patrons.

“What. Is. that?!” Gasped Johanna, pointing to the booth while fanning herself with her free hand. Without further comment, Jo grabbed Katniss’ hand and marched straight for the kissing booth line.

“What—?”

“Come on Brainless, I have two singles in my wallet and a tube of chapstick ready for the hunk selling kisses!”

Katniss was momentarily confused, until she saw a muscular man with a boyish, lopsided smile, taking a crisp dollar bill from a very enthusiastic woman; a second later, the man puckered up his pink lips, and leaned forward, just outside the big window of the booth, forearms flexing deliciously against the sleeves of his polo shirt; a wayward curl of his ashy blonde hair fell over his forehead in just the right way.

“Oh!” Katniss gulped, falling into step with her best friend.

The line advanced impressively fast, for how long it was. In a matter of minutes, which was truly appreciated, since nobody particularly enjoyed being sandwiched between the baking sun and the suffocating blacktop of the lot. The girls were second to next line, but Johanna started sneezing uncontrollably, thanks to the cigarette smoke of a passerby.

“Ugh! This is a hospital’s parking lot! A no smoke zone!” Jo rasped angrily, “Here!” She shoved a balled up wad of cash into Katniss’ hands, and before her friend could stop her, she went after the smoking a-hole, to rip him a new one.

Katniss found herself at the front of line very suddenly, and the man beckoned her forward, lopsided grin, so inviting, she stepped up without consciously deciding to.

The man studied her quizzically for a moment, “Hello, there,” he greeted, “Are you an employee at Panem General, or are you a guest? You look familiar,” he said.

“Guest,” Katniss answered, a little too fast. She stepped backwards, rethinking her situation, the woman directly behind her, gave her a weak push forward, to keep her from stepping on her toes.

The man looked at the ball of cash in Katniss’ hands and smiled brightly. “Would you like to make a donation to Panem General’s pediatric wing? Every dollar counts,” he said softly.

Katniss nodded bashfully, not really understanding his words, too preoccupied with how velvety soft the man’s voice was. She handed him the whole wad, which apparently was $5 in crinkled $1 bills.

The guy took only one, and placed the rest of the money on the counter, next to Katniss’ hand, before leaning forward to brush his lips against Katniss’.

There was no telling how long the kiss lasted, but judging by the aggravated buzzing of complaints coming from behind Katniss, it had been long enough to warrant an annoyed calling out.

“Hey! Stop holding up the smooches!”

Katniss opened her eyes, shifting down to the ball of her feet. She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes and stretched on the tip of her toes during her kiss. She stared at the guy, who looked slightly dazed as he admired her back; his smile seemed even more crooked than before.

“Oh my gosh, you found our booth!” Prim cried out, startling Katniss. “Oh, and you met nurse Mellark!”

“What?!” The crowd behind Katniss grew restless and annoyed by the second. “I haven’t met any nurses—“

Katniss peered back at the booth suspiciously, expecting to see this nurse her sister spoke so much about, but the only person currently in the booth was the kissable blonde man, watching his sister with arched brows and surprise in his deep blue eyes.

“Hi, Peeta!” Prim waved, the guy in the booth waved back, but the next person in line stood in front of him, blocking his view.

“Wait…” Katniss pulled Prim further out, before the mob of angry women throttled them, “That man is nurse Mellark?” She asked, pointing back as discreetly as she could; the man was looking at them with badly veiled concern, while still trying to do his job, as host of the smooching booth. “You mean to tell me, the handsome man kissing half the fair is the nurse Mellark you’re always gushing about, with the home baked cookies and the cute little drawings for the oncology patients?” Her gray eyes x-rayed her sister.

“Uh, yeah,” Prim sounded a bit too nonchalant. “He’s amazing, let me tell you,” she sort of mumbled, studying her cuticles.

“Hey! What did I miss?” Johanna came back munching on a box of nachos, swimming in melted cheese. “Oooh! Elephant ear!” She said, snatching the funnel cake Prim was holding awkwardly.

“Primrose forgot to mention that her most favorite nurse in the whole world is a HE!” Katniss snapped.

“What?!”

“What’s so wrong about that? Men can be nurses,” Prim shrugged.

“But you didn’t tell me he was a man!”

“Well, you didn’t tell me you were a sexist pig, Katniss.”

“I am not!”

Johanna giggled, stuffing her face with fair food.

“Nurse Mellark is a great care provider who loves children and does his absolute best to bring joy during the worst time of our patients’ lives…What does it matter if he’s a guy? He’s great! What did you expect anyway?” Prim countered defensively, stubbornly.

“I don’t know! An elderly lady, with lots of motherly wisdom or something… I mean, every time you talked about nurse Mellark, you mentioned delicious homemade pastries, and finger paints, and sweet bedtime stories… I never pictured nurse Mellark to be so…”

“Manly,” Johanna finished, looking at the man in the booth, dreamily, finally having caught on. “He’s more of a tall tree trunk I’d like to climb like a koala bear in heat… now where’s my cash, brainless, my lips are ready for some smacking,”

“Johanna!” Katniss growled, but her friend waved her off. A thought occurred to her just then. “Prim…” Katniss whispered into her sister’s ear, “Are you…okay with this?” She said motioning to the 20 or so women in line. “Are you okay with all these people kissing nurse Mellark?”

Primrose’s lips twitched, “Why wouldn’t I be? This booth was sort of my idea… it was actually more about Doctor Odair selling the kisses, but nurse Mellark was very good sport, volunteering, ” She rolled her blue eyes.

“Mmm… I just thought, maybe you had a thing for him?”

“For Peeta?!” Prim said loudly, before laughing hysterically.

Katniss’ eyes shifted everywhere, and to her chagrin, the man in question— Peeta, apparently— looked up at his name.

“Not so loud!” Katniss hissed, but got interrupted by a booming voice.

“Ladies, it is time for me to take a break.” Announced nurse Mellark— Peeta— A chorus of disgruntled patrons filled the air, but the man raised his hands placatingly, “Not to worry everyone, my pinch hitter, Doctor Odair, is ready to take over!”

As if by magic, the most attractive man Katniss had ever seen in her life— besides the beautiful male nurse, of course— popped from beside nurse Mellark and a collective swooning sigh rapped over the small crowd.

Prim laughed. “Come on, I’ll introduce you guys properly. You’re going to love Peeta!”

“Hell no! I’m paying double for the new guy! You gals go ahead,” Johanna called, wolf whistling at the newcomer, waving two dollar bills in the air.

A moment later, Prim had dragged Katniss to meet her most favorite nurse, secretly crossing her fingers as she made introductions…she thought Peeta and Katniss were perfect for each other, and she wholeheartedly hoped they would kick it off right away, so when she was wrinkly and white haired, she could tell her grand nephews and nieces the story of how their grandma paid a dollar to kiss their grandpa for the very first time.

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