#monocle flora

[ninadove]

New World of Steam needs a memorable villain, and someone’s been dying to hog the spotlight for years…

Ft. my original design from the height of my Say Yes to the Dress phase the pandemic:

#professor layton #new world of steam #flora reinhold #monocle flora #nina draws #2020 VS 2023 #To be honest she always slayed #But at least this design doesn’t make me want to choke on all the lace #In case you’re wondering if Neo from RWBY was my inspiration the answer is YES absolutely

[see-arcane]

It's February and the Harkers are going to be Extra.

Friend, 'Extra' is where they start.

Every Valentine card manufacturer, florist, and chocolatier in Exeter send personalized gift baskets to the Harkers' home on February 15th, thanking the couple for their contribution to their gains. Not because the Harkers needed to bother with their venues--they grow their own holy flora, they make their own confectionary treats, and they've long since mastered the art of achingly tender letters and card creation--but because all the other over-the-top ribald and romantic antics they get up to in broad daylight is fantastic for business.

So much so that certain surly paramours and spouses across the city thought they must be hired actors. But no. That's just how the Harkers are. And post-Dracula? They're even worse (better). They can't go an hour without becoming a live portrayal of a pulp romance cover. Every kiss is a breathing exercise because they keep forgetting to come up for air. There are bridal carries from both of them. Heartfelt gifts delivered to one or the other, something to unwrap each day until the lovesplosion of Valentine's Day like a sappy advent calendar.

Mina Harker makes her preliminary move on February 12th. Lets herself into her husband's office, locks the door, pulls the blinds, and does not leave until three hours later.

Jonathan Harker makes his preliminary move on February 13th. The kind of move that involves many a dropped monocle, teacup, and jaw from onlookers. Fans are utilized to little effect.

February 14th as celebrated by the Harkers is custom-crafted by Eros himself and words cannot do it justice. Everyone else's February 14th, as a defense mechanism, is harried in its tide of frantic Valentine acts among others trying to match at least a fraction of the Harkers' romantic miasma.

And all seems fine afterward.

...Up until Exeter is forced to behold the Harkers on their anniversary.

#so yeah maybe possibly the Harkers enjoy February a bit #jonathan harker #mina harker #holiest love #valentine's day #dracula

[monsterfloofs]

Hello, could you please write something of a continuation to the reader singing and Thaddeus hears. Where one of the times when he hears them he comes behind them, spins them into his arms and begins to slow dance with them. (Sorry I got the idea when listening ‘Beautiful Tango Hindi Zahra’ and thought of Teddy). Though it’s alright if you can’t, I know the ideas kind of vague but I thought I might try and ask if it does bring any ideas to you. Hope you have a lovely day and thank you regardless!

Thaddeus (Vampire) x Anonymous Reader (Sfw) Singing

Part I ♡ Part II

Haha, I must have really missed Wroughtworth because I dropped about 1.6K in words into this.

(ง｡´꒳`｡ )ง Here you go love, I hope you like it! And I took a look at the song too! It was really pretty, thank you for sharing!

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In the kitchen you sing to yourself softly. Letting the sink drain the soapy water you had been using to scrub dishes. With your meal made and the dishes left drying on a cloth towel, it was time to settle in and enjoy your lunch. You balance the plate of food in your hand as you exit the kitchen and turn towards the lounge.

You nearly jump as you see Thaddeus resting in his reading chair. He had said his farewells to you, and went upstairs to bed hours ago. You certainly hadn’t expected to see him back downstairs. You studied him curiously, he had an uncanny stillness when he rested. He didn’t move, nor did his chest rise or fall with any breath of air. He wasn’t wearing his monocle, and you didn’t see the silver chain dangling from its usual place. When you first came here and stayed with him, his dozing used to make you uneasy. Which then turned into fascination, the death-like stillness something you were eventually drawn to sketch. Your eyes lingered on his expression, calm with just the briefest hint of a smile.

You bite your lip, gently persuading yourself to walk closer. With your heart beginning to hammer, you lean down and risk giving the smallest kiss upon his cheek. He doesn’t stirr and you shy away, turning around to settle down in the parlor to eat lunch.

While Thaddeus rested, you took a few hours soaking up the candlelight to sit reading before taking a small walk through the city alone. While the sun was up, the grand streets and towering gothic buildings felt like a ghost town. It was deathly empty and all the shops closed. Heavy curtains drawn in front of every window, to smother the light. You found an intricate stone wall that was short enough to sit upon and sketch your surroundings. Choosing to draw one of the houses that had a sprawling garden, with red-violet and white bell shaped flowers.

“I think Teddy said that was datura.” You wondered out loud, “Moonflower.” Your attention turns to make a small sketch of the flora, shading in the trumpet-like blossoms.

There is a small tap on your knee, that makes you look up wide eyed.

Beside you sat a small skeleton bird, it’s beak down turned, as it peers at your artwork before raising their little head to look up at you.

“. . . Pip?” You ask, but the small figure just tilts their head curiously.

“O-okay, not Pip. Where are you from, little guy? Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?”

They coo at you, before reaching into the folds of their cloak and producing a letter. Your eyebrows raise as you take the envelope.

“Oh yeah. . . I forgot you guys delivered mail. . . Uh thanks?”

The skeleton bird sits patiently as you tuck the letter into your sketchbook.

“Do I. . . have something to give you in return?” You ask cautiously, “I think I have something— here.” You dig around at the satchel you brought with you. Pulling out a small packet of cookies.

Tiny spindly hands eagerly reach out to receive the packet.

“Don’t eat those all at once,” You warned, “That’s a lot for a little guy.”

They hug the package to themselves and jump down from the wall. Just as their little feet touch the ground, they meld seamlessly into the ground like a dark shadow. Zipping away across the cobblestone path.

You rub the back of your neck, despite the birds not being able to communicate in a spoken language. Thaddeus has pressed the importance that the shadowy bird folk that lived in the city were extremely intelligent and should be treated kindly. They were the eyes and ears of the city. You just hoped you did the right thing and there wouldn’t be someone irritated at you for giving one of them sweets.

With that, you concluded your city adventure, packing up your supplies and heading back home, just as the sun started sinking below the horizon.

“Darling!~ I found something you might like!”

You were taking your shoes off in the hallway, looking for where Teddy’s voice was coming from. You peek into the lounge.

“I haven’t used it in a few years,” Teddy pat’s his hand on the top of a fluted brass trumpet. A gramophone. It looked very old but well preserved. The box composed of dark mahogany wood and elegantly carved, with a hand crank coming out the back.

“Whoa?!” You have one of those?” You enter the lounge, crouching beside the box, to get a look at the intricately carved wood. “I can’t believe this was buried in your stuff,”

Teddy’s eyes glitter, “A little birdy told me you adore music.”

You laugh, “Pip wouldn’t squeal on me! He loves me!”

You laugh even louder as Pip appears, popping up from underneath a pillow and hurrying over to you. You wrap your arms around the small skeletal creature, as they scramble up into your arms enthusiastically nuzzling you.

Thaddeus chuckles and shakes his head at the two of you.

“Give me a little room, will you dear? Let us see if this old gal will play.”

You stand, carrying Pip with you, as he settles up onto your shoulder, feathery cloak falling down upon your back.

“How loud do these things get?” You ask,

“Oh, this one? It is very loud. It’s why I haven’t used it often,” Thaddeus replied, “A few of my neighbors threatened to stake me.”

“Teddy!” You laugh incredulously as he wiggles his eyebrows at you. His fingers close around the hand crank, and you wince as the crank grinds and squeaks as it turns around. You can see that he is also making a bit of a face himself. Scrunching up his nose and closing one of his eyes as turns the crank around and around. He gives a small sigh of relief as he releases his grip on the crank around five turns. Taking a disc out from a wooden box that was laying on the coffee table. He settles the record onto the plate of the gramophone, taking a moment to make sure it is aligned properly. Then, carefully flipping the needle down to rest on top of the record.

At first you hear a crackling, popping sound of static, before the music filters out of the large brass trumpet. You smile, as an orchestral waltz fills the room.

“You’re right!” You call over the sound, “It’s pretty loud!”

“It was meant to fill a ballroom after all,” You hear Teddy echo back to you. “Come now! To the parlor before we destroy our eardrums!”

He holds his hand out to you, and your fingers lace with his. You feel your face warming and you look away shyly as the two of you move away to the lounge. You smile to yourself, softly humming along to the sound.

Once you reach the parlor, Teddy spins you around on your heels.

“A-ah!” You squeak as you land in his arms, your hands flying out to grip his jacket.

“May I have this dance?” He purrs, his voice in a playful tone that causes gooseflesh to rise along your arms.

“I-I,” You stammer, “I don’t know how to waltz.” Your eyes dart around, unable to look into his eyes.

A murmur of laughter fills his throat, “Well, would you like to learn?” A low whisper, a strange sensual tone lingering in his voice.

“I-I Y-yes?” You stutter, the answer sounding more like a question than an answer. Your eyes finally raise to look at him, as he steadies you back onto your feet. You let him position your arms, one hand on his shoulder and the other held in his hand.

As you are guided through the steps, more than once you step on his foot. Apologizing profusely in a panic as he laughs.

“It’s alright! Truly!”

You flinch, “Really— I’m sorry, I’m no good at th—“

Your voice cuts short as he leans to press his lips to yours. Time stopping dead in its tracks. Thaddeus turns his head, just enough to nuzzle your nose sweetly before pulling back.

“I’m having fun dear, as long as you are having fun, that is all I care about. Of course you won’t be successful at something as soon as you try it. That is. . .” He closes his eyes for a moment, cheeks flushing. Petting your lips gently with his thumb.

“That is a luxury that only a few have.”

Your hand raises from his shoulder to cup his cheek. He leans into your hand, one eye fluttering open as he smiles at you.

“I think, you’re the luxury,” You muse, and that smile turns into a wide impish grin.

“Oh, are we deciding to turn the tables now? I start to swoon and you take your chance to see what color my face makes?” He teases, as you squeak and press your face into hands in sudden embarrassment.

“D-don’t tease!!” You splutter, a gasp leaves your throat that turns into raucous laughter as he once again sweeps you off your feet. Peppering kisses along your cheek and throat as you wriggle within his grasp.

Your chest rising and falling as he stops his shenanigans to give you a chance to breath.

“You know,” He murmurs lovingly against your ear, “I have always been so worried to take the leap and kiss you. . . until today.”

You look up at him, feeling a new flood of warmth take over your face.

“You-you- were awake when I—“

He giggles, “Not exactly, your heartbeat made me stirr, why, it was pounding so fast I was worried something was wrong.”

You give a wheeze of laughter, burying your face into his shoulder.

“Hhhhhhh th-that’s embarrassing.”

“Not at all,” He hums lovingly, “It was completely and utterly precious <3”

#monster x reader #monster x human #exophilia #floofyocs #sfw #vampire x human #vampire x reader #gn reader

[xasha777]

In the sprawling expanse of the cosmos, nestled between the swirling arms of the Andromeda galaxy, there lies a little-known, but highly advanced planet called Darmstadtia. Its inhabitants, the Darmstadtians, are a peculiar and intelligent species, known throughout the star clusters for their love of intricate machinery and steam-powered technology.

One of the most esteemed individuals on Darmstadtia is Professor Alphonsus Gearheart, a figure that could easily stand out in any crowd with his emerald green skin and piercing yellow eyes. He is garbed in what could only be described as the pinnacle of Darmstadtian fashion: a blend of Victorian elegance and steampunk innovation. His top hat, tall and proud, isn’t merely for show; it’s a complex network of cogwheels and levers, performing calculations beyond the grasp of most other civilizations.

In this story, Professor Gearheart has embarked on an audacious mission to bridge the realms of quantum entanglement and relativistic travel. The professor had discovered a theoretical nexus point, a place where the fabric of space-time thinned, and realities brushed against one another like the pages of a well-thumbed novel. It was located precisely in the Kesselring Sector, an area named after a long-forgotten explorer from old Earth's Germany, whose last transmission spoke of the wonders of a star system which reminded him of the city of Darmstadt during the Autumnal Equinox Festival.

With the Darmstadtian High Council’s blessing, Gearheart had crafted an interstellar vessel unlike any other: The Temporal Voyager. The ship was a masterpiece of engineering, with steam funnels jutting out from its hull, harnessing the cosmic radiation to fuel its impossible engines. It was tethered to Darmstadtia by the Quantum Helix, a spiraling construct of energy that ensured the professor's safe return.

As the Voyager approached the nexus point, a visual symphony of astral bodies played out before Gearheart. Saturnine rings encircling gas giants, moons of every conceivable geology, and the warmth of a binary star system casting an eternal golden hour over the sector. With a gentle tug on his cufflink, which doubled as a throttle, Gearheart activated the Voyager's core mechanism.

The universe seemed to inhale sharply as the machinery whirred into action, steam billowing from the pipes with the force of a thousand geysers. A shimmering portal opened before the Voyager, rippling with the colors of an oil slick against the canvas of space.

Professor Gearheart adjusted his monocle, which was connected to the ship's sensors, feeding him data at an incredible rate. "To go where no Darmstadtian has ever ventured, to stretch the boundaries of what is known into the vast tapestry of what is possible," he murmured to himself, his voice steady despite the historic moment.

With a steadiness that belied the excitement that thrummed through his veins, he steered the Voyager through the portal. Light bent around them, time stretched and contracted like the bellows of an accordion, and then, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended. The Temporal Voyager emerged into a reality that was Darmstadtia, and yet not.

Here, in this alternate dimension, the city of Darmstadt was not just a namesake but an echo of the Earthly city, built on the principles of steam and gear, yet soaring amongst the stars. The architecture was familiar, reminiscent of the Jugendstil style, with structures winding around themselves like vines, but with the glow of neon and the hum of anti-gravity engines.

Professor Gearheart, the eternal scholar, took out his journal and began to write. He wrote of the similarities, the differences, the sheer wonder of it all. He sketched the alien flora, documented the strange, harmonious blend of technology and artistry, and hypothesized about the parallel development of two distinct yet intertwined worlds.

And as the twin suns dipped below the horizon of this alternate Darmstadt, casting long shadows and painting the sky with the deep indigos and purples of dusk, Professor Gearheart knew that this was but the first chapter of a much grander story. A story of exploration, of understanding, and of the inexorable link between two planets bound by a shared name and an adventurous spirit.

Thus begins the chronicles of Professor Alphonsus Gearheart: The Steam Savant of Darmstadtia and his voyages through the cosmic tapestries that weave together the multiverse.

[echantedtoon]

Kiddo Week Day 5 Act 4: Alpine Peak

Alpine Alps.

A town sectioned between prideful mountains that reached towards the skies and where the cold winds blew. The mountains was decorated with old forgotten torn flags with strange symbols unknown to most who weren't a native waving in the cold wind and a few small snowflakes made themselves present drifting into small piles here and there. It also looked like oddly big shaped ledges formed into a naturally form of stairs leading somewhere. If one wasn't looking at the strange egg shaped like statues with goat horns surrounding them then the at the MASSIVE two statues of Alpine Goats on either side of the path ahead on two separate cliffs might get your attention, almost like guardians from long ago. There was also some plants despite it being so cold, mostly small trees and bushes jutting out from random spots in the cliff but there was also some wild vines growing up the cliff sides here and there. But most of the available flora was taken by the cottages. The giant or small cottages depending on the size of the inhabitant who lived inside them. Many roofs were covered by the famous florals that grew off the mountain making them look like one with the cliffsides. The cabins themselves were from nature. All wooden with bricked chimneys and sometimes small gardens that were constantly tended to by the many small Nomads and Giant Goats who lived amongst them. The only ones who lived here other than the birds and small band of cat thieves who stole from unsuspecting victims. But it wasn't just them that roamed these parts if you cared to look hard enough. Bells were known to be a decoration chimed blown by the cold wind and sang their beautiful tune to their ears. All except one. One that didn't chime but instead roared like a proud lion. It's white exterior hiding the magic underneath. Black void painted the inside of it as beautiful diamonds sparkled brightly like stars in a galaxy of their own. The loud booming rings it made rang out and jabbed everyone's ears as someone chimed it away.

Green flooded around the ringer, twisting the turning in every direction until they saw nothing and the surroundings completely changed, the last few echoes disappearing from their ears. It was dark but somehow he was still able to see everything. He was surrounded by more strange statues but these instead of looking like regular statues, were a dark green-black that sparkled with some kind of otherworldly magic. Floating buildings of white marble, statues, and lots of pillars were EVERYWHERE he looked and of all things, some were leaking water. Water that went over the edge and down, down, down disappearing without a trace. There wasn't any visible source of sky, sun, moon, or stars. Just black void all around them besides the strange structures. In a strange way...it was all very beautiful and a sense of eerie calm came from it all. Like a crooked paradise that wasn't meant to be disturbed by the likes of him despite living there. Made no difference to the young boy as he casually began walking his way through the place he's been so familiar with since he was a small infant. His only company being the few Goat spirits and dwellers who fled upon seeing him walk past. Nevermind them. He had someone more important to see. It wasn't hard to find him either amongst the floating buildings either. Just following the humming and music wafting through the air.

"Tale of a place!~ A deep forest dark with grace!~ There he lives blooming inside a wild field of big eyes!~ And there he lives!~ Skin so blue!~ His eyes shot red!~ The Moon!~ The Sky!~ Tell him only lies!~ He doesn't know she waits inside!~ She lost her mind!~ Many years gone by!~", someone sang out he with a strange echo-y voice before going back to humming peacefully. The sounds of chains clanking in air sounded as the creature moved. The specter had a crescent moon shaped head, blue skin, red eyes with matching red markings, and a monocle over his right eye. An orange jacket over his shoulders and green-blue hair that was near his shoulders. In his hands worked two knitting needles in the process of making a red scarf from the many red threads that dangled down from no where above the ghost head summoned by him. The boy found him by a Goat Statue, possibly the first ever inhabitant of this place with a few belongings surrounding him. One being an old sofa and a record player that the music was faintly playing from. His head turned and he smiled at the boy who walked up to him. "Ah. Timmy. I thought you'd arrive soon. How was your magic lessons with Hazelle?"

Timmy nodded but...didn't do much else. "Yeah. She taught me some smokescreen spells."

"That's wonderful! How did it go?''

"...Not..good."

Moonjumper paused. The clicking of knitting needles stopping and the ghost looked over at the boy again. Now noticing it. The saddened face and tone he had as he just stood there. "Not good? Timmy, my boy. Did something happen?"

"EVERYTHING HAPPENED!!," Timmy shouted back making his guardian flinch back at the frustrated look on his face. "I was supposed to make smokescreens! But all I could conjure up was fog! How is that anything like smoke!?"

"I-...W-Well that's not bad either," Moonjumper tried to reason, "If you ever need to make a quick get away a fog covering you will work just as good as smoke would-"

"But that's not the point! No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get it right! And I've been trying for over a week now!!" Moonjumper blinked. Wait. Were they really practicing that long on this? "I'm never gonna get that bloody spell right!! What's the use of me having powers 'n the first place if they don't work how I want them too!?"

"TIMMY!!" The boy snapped his head up wide eyed when a greyed hand grabbed his shoulder and looked up into the scowling face of Moonjumper. A small silence followed between the two of them before the ghost sighed and shook his head. "Is that what this is all about? Timmy, you shouldn't be hard on yourself over something like this."

"But-"

"Shush. Let me speak please. I understand your frustration, but you're putting yourself into a tizzy when you shouldn't."

"Bu-But I'm not GOOD at anything like Hazelle is!," he insisted, "How am I supposed to become a great magic caster if I can't even do something as simple as a smokescreen!?"

"Timmy. It's true Hazelle is a master at sorcery but she wasn't born knowing how to conjure up spells. She had to grow up learning how to control her magic same as you?" He attempted a smile. "Did you think she suddenly poofed into existence?" He shook his head. "No. She had to go through the same thing as you, and yes she is better at it, but that's only because she's a grown woman while you're still a child. It takes time to learn such things. And what do you mean by simple somethings? My dear boy that's where you got it all wrong. Magic is not just a simple willy nilly ability like walking or talking. It's a very special gift that only a select lucky few are fortunate enough to be born with."

Timmy scowled. "Oh yeah? Well how special can it be when other people can use it better than I can?"

"Oh really?" His brow rose. "Well then give me an example." Timmy blinked at him with a 'What' leaving his lips. "I said give me an example. If you're so sure that there's lots of other people who are also special then tell me. Give me an example."

Timmy opened and closed his mouth for a moment not sure of what to say at first. "Um...W-W-Well there's Hazelle-"

"Uh huh. We already discussed her. And who else?"

"You-"

"I died before I was able to use any sort of power. I wasn't lucky enough to be born with it." Otherwise he would've never allowed himself to end up in this pecking place- He shook his head. "Come now. Surely there's someone to back up your claims."

"....Hattie?"

"Alien hourglasses don't count. Who else is there?" Timmy continued to remain silent staring up at him. "Exactly. Timmy, you're so lucky to be blessed with such a great gift. You shouldn't take those kinds of things for granted."

"B-B-But-...They don't work. What if I never get the hang of it-"

"You will." His hand again patted his shoulder with a smile. "A seed does not become a tree overnight. You'll get the hang of it with time. Never forget. Being determined can push you to greater lengths than you may ever know. Be proud of your work even if it's a small thing."

Timmy didn't answer him at first, seeming too lost in his own thoughts to say anything, before he nodded and gave the ghost a small smile in return. "Yeah..I guess you're right. Fog's kinda cooler than smoke anyways. It doesn't smell bad or make ya cough, yeah?"

"Exactly! And it's more sophisticated for a future great wizard to make grand exits using nature's own eerie cloaks. You'll make your enemies shudder at your wake at the cold touch of the clouds-..Oh! Speaking of which." Timmy blinked as something red was held up to him. "Here. I made you something to help keep yourself warm on those drafty mountain climbs."

The boy's eyes widened as he looked between the scarf and ghost. "WHOA! Really?!" His hands slowly grabbed it. The supernatural threads that made it up felt softer than silk in his touch yet stronger than steel cables. "You made this for me!?"

"Yes!...Um. D-Do you like it?"

"Like it?" A giant smile beamed as Timmy looked at him. "I love it! Thank you so much!"

Moonjumper was surprised when all of a sudden he was attacked by a hug from the child..but soon after smiled and returned the warm embrace all the same.

"Your welcome, Son."

#ahit timmy #ahit moonjumper #kiddo week #a hat in time

[whitherwordswither]

6:14AM. This morning I seemed to wake up naturally. I don't feel quite as groggy as I usually do. Which I suppose it a good thing but the fact that it typically doesn't happen that way somehow ends up striking me as odd. As if the simple fact that it felt like a natural transition, something that is rare enough, makes it feels more… unreal?

Do you ever… not feel… real? I often times have my doubts. I'll hold up my hand and just… stare at it. Wave it back and forth, trying to discern some hidden secret of existence. Part of me finds this silly. But the other part believes it very well could be.

It should be said that these excursions in to the other world aren't in any particular sequential order. Sometimes a scene will repeat, with or without variances. I do find myself revisiting some scenes over and over again if I find them comforting.

I turn on my bedroom light and use the small remote to change the bulb color to blue and dim it down. It has a nice ambience. I yawn and stack a couple pillows behind me with Rex on top and lean back against them, switching on the two nebula lights in the corners of the room. It kind of makes it feel like I'm under a deep blue crystalline sea. Watching the oscillation of the light across the ceiling is soothing.

I let my mind wander off…

I find myself meandering along a riverbank, every so often crouching down to poke at pebbles and stones. And every so often I find one of the 'good ones' and pluck it up, stuffing it in to my pocket. And yeah, sometimes it may just look like any other normal rock but I have standards and let me just say. It's totally not. Some rocks just have that feel to them. And I need to collect them. I may not have any idea what I will end up doing with them, but I want them.

"We're looking for rivermoss, not shiny pebbles you know." A voice calls, ahead of me.

I look up with a grin on my face. "I can do both. Two birds with many stones or whatever." And to help illustrate that, I hop forward, spying a larger rock half in the water. There's a dark green pelt growing along one side. I carefully peel the verdant slab off and hold it up. "See?"

Arbor rolls her eyes and continues her own hunt for the moss. She is the town alchemist, a short and snarky salamander. Not that these two things are mutually exclusive, but in my experience they always seem to go hand in hand. Not that I have any experiential evidence to back that up, but I do think the level of one's snark is often times increased by a significant amount if one's stature is below a certain point. Case in point; myself. Anyway. I found Arbor to be rather charming in her own way. And cute. Her exterior reminded me of a pacific northwest variety rough-skinned newt. Her ventral half was a soft and vibrant orange; dorsally, a deep mud color with streaks of obsidian. The kind I was obsessed with as a kid. I guess I still am? I just want to hold them all! Though I'm pretty sure if I tried to pick Arbor up and hold her she might have some choice words and a fist or two to say about it. Or maybe she might enjoy it. It was hard to tell with her.

Not finding any more moss in the immediate vicinity I pick up the woven basket nearby and join Arbor. "So, what do you primarily use the rivermoss for?" I ask, curious. Sebestha had introduced us and said if I wanted to learn about the local flora, Arbor was a walking tome of knowledge. Maybe not in those exact words. But sometimes I imagine him in a fancy little top hat and a monocle, complete with twirly mustache and posh British accent. Don't ask why. I couldn't tell you.

"Primarily?" She looked to me, blinking her pale yellow eyes. "Ground up and mixed with other herbs, it's a good topical for wounds. Helps keep them clean. Good binding. The moss is also a natural filter for toxins. It's fairly versatile and typically what I run out of the quickest."

One thing I learned about Arbor shortly after meeting her is that she genuinely enjoyed answering questions about alchemy, herbs, poultices, concoctions, tinctures, plants and anything relative to those topics. Her favorite color was, unsurprisingly, green. In the summer season she loved spending time in the forest picking sunberries, which reminded me of a sweeter salmonberry. And she enjoyed romance novels with darker twists to them. When she found out I liked to read she had given me a list of her favorite books. I liked her. She was honest, brutally blunt and down to earth.

She stared at me, half bent over, unblinking, as if waiting for a follow up question, hand hovering motionless above a rock. I stared back without asking anything else right away. I wanted to see how long it could last. Which wasn't for very long because I could feel my lips moving and spreading in to a smile before I ended up giggling.

"What's so amusing?" She blinked finally, tail swaying languidly from side to side.

"N-nothing." I coughed, and shook my head. "I was uh. I thought it would be funny to see how long we could stare at each other. But then I thought. What if we just kept staring at each other for a really really long time and… y'know. It uh… it was funny."

She chuckled. "You're a weird one."

"You like it." I gave an exaggerated wink and started to move further ahead to locate more moss. And pebbles.

This made her roll her eyes again, though her mouth curved with a smirk. "A few more clumps and we should be good." Arbor knelt and rolled a sizeable stone away from two others and scraped off some sneaky moss that was trying to hide between. "Estha will still be at the watchtower tonight, yeah? Did you… want to hang around after we're done, maybe stay for dinner? The company is kind of nice today."

Company was nice. In a lot of ways, we were similar. We didn't always like being around others but we had our moments when that was really all we wanted. I glanced back at her and nodded. "Yeah! I think I would. It's either that or sit at home by myself and I don't really think I'd like to do that…"

"Great." She made a pleased sound and I found three more pebbles that begged for me to stuff them in my pockets. So I did. Arbor laughed. "What are you even going to do with all those?"

"I have no idea." I replied with a shrug of my shoulders. "They just call to me, 'take me with you!'" I picked up another. "And, like, I have to. Y'know. And I don't want them to be lonely."

"They're rocks. They're all the same." She was next to me then, picking up a stone and holding it up next to mine.

"No two rocks are the same. Yours is rough around the edges, like it has just broken off from a larger piece. Adventuring out on its own for the first time." I held mine closer. "And mine, see? It's smooth. It's been on a journey, weathered over time. Now it's looking for a new place to rest for a while."

She was staring at me again. I stared back and very slowly slipped the stone in to my pocket. Then all of a sudden reached out, grabbed the pebble she had and then threw it in to the river. "It screams to be set free!" And then I darted forward, stumbling and almost falling but managing to catch myself as I made my way to a bend in the river and worked another chunk of moss from a reddish rock.

The salamander kept staring for a few moments before shaking her head, smiling to herself as she crept over to another crop of larger stones. "Are all humans as uniquely touched?"

I made a snerking sound, placing more moss in to my basket. "Only the really fun ones."

"Noted."

We wandered along the riverbank a bit further, not finding too much more moss. It was harder to tell what time it was with it being overcast but it felt around midday. Then again, I was a terrible judge of time. Finally, Arbor stopped, setting her basket down for a moment as she stretched, her eyes following the river in to the distance. "Alright… I think we've got a decent amount for now. Lets head back."

"Alrighty~" I turned, pausing next to her and followed her gaze out. And for a while we just stood there, staring in to the hazy gray and blue of far off mountains in silence. Then she picked up her basket and we headed back toward the town, side by side.

8:26AM.

I yawn and stretch. It's daylight now and I can see the trees out the window swaying in the chill autumn breeze. Sitting up, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and rub my eyes, grumbling. Breakfast needed to happen. But I wasn't sure what I was in the mood for. So it was time to head downstairs and stare in to the abyss of the fridge. Close the doors, then open them again and hope something that wasn't there before appeared and begged me to devour it for its sweet, tender nutrients.

Mm. Nourishment.

#writeblr #queer writers #original fiction #writers of tumblr #immersive daydreaming #fantasy world

[descolaic-myth]

Okay so I was an idiot and totally forgot that today (YESTERDAY TECHNICALLY since it’s midnight rn) was the day Persona 5 Scramble was released in Japan so like... have some Persona!AU things. Flora/”Scarlette” is old, like mid-2019 old, and then the next ones were literally doodled like, today I think fhjsdfhysdgfhsd- I have an older reference of Persona!AU Layton but, obvi I’m in the process of doing some design tweaks for him

Honestly I don’t have anything like nice and shiny to post about this AU atm? It’s just been a WIP ever since like, September of last year I think so... *s h r u g s*

#professor layton #layton #hershel layton #flora reinhold #professor layton au #au #persona series #persona au #persona!layton au #scarlette #monocle #if you think some of the doodle scribble things look like Desmond... that was a recent idea for a persona that got scrapped #or did it? *thinking emoji* #anyway like this is dumb and i forgot how to art at the last second but like oh well #might clean up the Layton doodle sometime later idk #i just. am very tired of seeing this doodle page for some reason hfjsdhfysdgfh #art #my art #sketches

[everyotherworm]

Why all the prodigy characters are lgbtq+

Flora uses they/them in some out of game material on prodigies official twitter

Pippet has no confirmed gender, therefore they could be nonbinary

The puppet master is overdramatic and doesn't like math. Gay gay homosexual gay

Benni's gender is also never confirmed, could be nonbinary

Eugene adopted a vegetable and a gumball for grandkids instead of making actual kids, aspec much?

Captain eve is a pirate, which is lesbian culture and bi culture

None of the pets have genders

I like Florian and I am bisexual, therefore florian is bisexual

Being a vegetable is very aspec of Broccolina if you ask me

I dont like professor scoog, but I can't exclude him from this list because what straight man would be a furry, wear a monocle, and say the word "Ponduberous"

And his mustache doesn't even remotely match any of the rest of his fur. Dare I say it, he's trans and put on a fake mustache to pass better.

Koi straight up uses they/them in game

Noot just has nonbinary vibes

There's also just something so transgender about fairies in prodigy

We're doing florian again because seriously have you looked at florian. He is not straight

#prodigy math game #prodigy flora #prodigy noot #prodigy broccolina #prodigy eve #captain eve #prodigy professor scoog #professor scoog #the puppet master #prodigy puppet master #prodigy benni #prodigy florian #headcanons #lgbtq #lgbtq headcanons #this is all lighthearted lol #ur allowed to be a vegetable and allo

[kathyprior4200]

Haven Hotel characters

 Heaven’s Princess Coercia Egnam glanced down at her long list of meeting attendants and characters that she was about to address: (her handwritten notes included)

 Princess Coerciona (2P Charlie) *Most important*

Phalla (2P Vaggie) *Hopeless romantic butterfly*

Devil Grit (2P Angel Dust) *Serious stiff spider*

Stalaro the Techno Angel (2P Alastor the Radio Demon) *Sob story sissy*

Klutzy (2P Niffty) *Lazy maid*

Core (2P Husk) *Hyper fool*

Cherubs Pub and Chub (2P Razzle and Dazzle) *My loyal guards*

Lucius (2P Lucifer) *Dad*

Lilian (2P Lilith) *Mom*

Sivart (2P Travis) *Some guy*

Sir Anguis (2P Sir Pentious) *Stuttering scaredy-snake toy maker*

Berri Blossom (2P Cherri Bomb) *Modest mundane dame*

Catie Carejoy (2P Katie Killjoy) *Soft bitch*

Ron Wrench (2P Tom Trench) *WW1 news guy*

Baker the puffer fish (2P Baxter the anglerfish) *Mad scientist fishy fish*

Jazzy (2P Mimzy) *Chubby singer lady*

Joygrand the Heaven-cat (2P Crymini the deviant hellhound) *Who the fuck are you?*

Raa the Koala angel (2P Roo the kangaroo trash Aussie demon) *Who the fuck are you?*

Iris (2P Rosie) *Day of the Dead Barbie*

Valentine (2P Valentino) *Blueberry pimp wimp*

Nil (2P Vox) *TV guy*

Ashen (2P Velvet) *Harley Doll angel*

Nestlings (2P Egg Bois) *Meh*

Nathan (2P Seviathan) *Old friend*

Elsa (2P Helsa) *Meh*

Beth (2P Bethasa) *Meh*

Fred (2P Fredrick) *Meh*

Holly (2p Molly) *Devil Grit’s spider sister*

Ragno (2P Arackniss) *Devil Grit’s spider brother*

Henry (2P Henroin) *Devil Grit’s father*

Alliv the blue tough tabby cat (2P Villa pink girly poodle) *Don’t even fucking know*

Thin Tenders (2P Fat Nuggets) *Potential snack*

Archangels (2P Archdemons)

Anti-Exorcists: White demon beings who convert angels into demons each year. Great source of entertainment.

 E.L.F. (2P I.M.P.) not to be confused with C.H.E.R.U.B. the sheep love spreaders and revivers

D.E.V.I.L. (2P C.H.E.R.U.B.) murderers, hate-spreading black rams

Docile (2P Blitzo) *Some childish leader*

Tirred (2P Moxxie) *Serious one*

Timmid (2P Millie) *Wallflower*

Sunna (2P Loona) *High pussy*

Mia and Tia (2P Tilla and Barbie Wire) *Circus twins?*

Samael *Punishing BDSM angel*

Menadel (2P Stolas) *Swan prince, Quartet’s father*

Flora (2P Stella) *Quartet’s mother*

Quartet (2P Octavia) * Swan princess, bubbly teen*

Mayberry/Juneberry (2P Mrs. Mayberry) (Former Human)

Mary (2P Martha) (Former Human)

Ralph (2P Ralphie) (Former Human)

Ollie (2P Eddie) *Brat kid*

Bio Wizz (2P Robo Fizz) *Circus conspiracy?*

Kiva (2P Verosika Mayday) *Zealot*

Woo-Hoo Land Mascot (2P Loo-Loo Land Mascot) *What a creep*

 (More to be added)

(2P Zoophobia characters)

More characters to be added

 “Alright my subjects, tell me something,” Coceria began as she filed her sharp claws with a knife in a tall leather chair framed by black wrought iron. Her black spiky crown was on her head as usual. An angelic spear rested by the throne. Below her was a large crowd seated in comfortable chairs, many of them in shades of blue and green. “How the flying fuck am I supposed to remember all your names?! I bet half of you guys are insignificant background characters. And the majority of you haven’t even been featured in the show yet!”

 “You mean the Hazbin Hotel show? About our counterparts?” asked Stalaro, holding up a white rose for Coercia. Soft classical music played from his blue microphone staff. The pansexual blue man was occasionally stealing glances at Devil Grit’s fluff.

 “That’s irrelevant right now, you sad sack of stag shit!” Coercia yelled. Stalaro’s rose wilted in his hands and the music scratched to a stop. Tears were forming in his large blue eyes and his fluffy ear tuffs were drooping. “B-but I’m talking about my show: The Hazbin Ho…”

 “Haven Hotel,” Phalla corrected.

 “Right, Haven Hotel! And there’s also that spinoff show Helluva Boss.”

 “Heavenly Boss,” Docile corrected her. The elf sat with his colleagues next to a flyer which read, “Efficient Lifesaving Fellows: We revive and keep mortals alive! Sign up today, 33% off.”

 “Whatever,”Coercia brushed them aside. “Anyway, normally I wouldn’t care much about you guys, but now that I have formed the Haven Hotel, Phalla figured it should be a good time for us to introduce ourselves. Or more precisely, me to talk to you all.”

 “A practical first start,” Devil Grit mentioned with a nod. He was a dark gray faced spider with small green dots below his eyes. His suit was black with green stripes, along with a green bow tie. “Just make sure that everyone stays at least six feet away from me. Social distancing is a safe standard, and necessary precaution.”  

 “I do love making new friends!” Phalla smiled, fluffing her long black hair with teal ends. A glowing green X was over her right eye and a teal bow was perched don her head. “Don’t you, Klutzy?”

 The small blue cyclops angel narrowed her large eye. “Friends. Oh joy.”

 “I must say, Coerce dear,” said Lucius. “I don’t really approve of your hotel and your idea. If the council finds out about your attempt to promote rule-breaking activities…”

 “Banishment to Hell? Or to my room?” Coercia asked, hands on her hips. “Not the end of the world. And my name is Princess Coerciona. I prefer my full title.”

 Core, the friendly white cat, rolled his eyes. He shuffled a few cards in his furry paws. “She’s no fun.”

 “I heard that, cat!” she called, making him flinch back a bit.

 “We raised you better than this,” Lilian added.

 “Oh really?” The black haired princess stood up and turned toward her mother. “You’d rather I be some bubbly musical loving princess who wants to spread “joy and redemption” far across the land? Ha! No. A true ruler commands fear and respect in their subjects. I’m sure Hell’s king Lucifer would agree.”

 Pub and Chub, the naked flying babies grinned in agreement while fine tuning black electric guitars in the background.

 “We do not mention that name,” Lucius began but Coercia was ignoring them again.

 “Lucifer may be a traitor to Him but at least he had guts. If His teachings weren’t so flawed, I’d still be promoting them wholeheartedly. As for my position…maybe another princess may someday take my place, but that’s not gonna happen if I manage to be princess of both realms. But now I’m here, in this lovely, shiny…fake excuse of a paradise with wackos like you. Still, someone’s gotta keep you in line.”

 Phalla giggled while Core pat a sobbing Stalaro on his blue back. He wiped his face as his monocle glinted in the sunlight under his left eye.

 “Your uncle Metatron wouldn’t approve of your attitude,” Lucius added.

 “He wouldn’t even notice, considering he’s too engrossed in his record-keeping,” countered Coercia.

 Nearby on another part of the stage, the ocean-like angels Elsa and Nathan whispered to each other.

 “I don’t understand it,” Nathan said. “Here I was, promoting goodness for everyone, but Coercia laughed at my ideas and pushed me around. And we even went to Heaven High school prom together.”

 “Lucius wanted our two families united, so we could have a higher standing,” Elsa added. “You dating the princess would’ve helped. But sadly she broke up with you and now here we are, envious.”

 “Don’t remind me,” Nathan sighed. “It’s not like I was the one abusing her and mocking her ideas. At least she didn’t run off with a sinner girlfriend to further tarnish her family reputation. Ugh…restraining societal standards affect us even here.”

 “Or maybe…she’s not much of a romantic person to begin with,” Elsa suggested.

 “Not all aromantic and asexual people are cold-hearted,” Nathan said. “She’s just one bad apple.”

 Coercia seethed at them, briefly letting out her black feathery wings and white spiked halo over her head. She spoke in a high-pitched angelic language before retreating back to her regular form.

     “I hate it when she swears,” Elsa muttered.

  Coercia turned to the crowd. “Alright, let’s begin.”

#2P 2PHazbinHotel HazbinHotel

[dysfunctionalnerd]

I was wondering ... how would Randall react to Evil! Layton? or Monocle! Layton(by the way your drawings are amazing!)

ahhh thank u so much!! that means so much to me ;u; oh my GOSH MONACLE LAYTON!!! i havent thought about him organically in too long sksksks

well so ok if i had to make layton evil at any point in time, the way id do it would be after unwound future. it would be about 2 years after he found randall, but in this scenario he never worked up the courage to call randall or go back and visit after he left Monte D'or so abrubtly, which means losing that friendship was already weighing on his heart. so then after UF, losing claire and luke in the span of the same week... its too much for him. Crying in his room one night, he says "so this is it then? am i destined to always lose the people i love? i will simply never love again." and he snaps. he gets cold and distant, doesnt allow the kindness of others to reach him. all he wants now is vengance, and this man has been wronged by soooooo many people.

The only person still living with him is flora at this point. at first she lets things slide. things like seeing hersh withdraw into his study for too long, or drink too late into the night. but then she notices he stays in his room for days at a time, clearly working on something, but he gets so rude when asked about what. shes always met with answers like "its none of your concern" or "dont ask questions you're not prepared to hear the answer to", until one day she really puts her foot down. Demands to know whats going on. Shes so worried. But hershel screams at her to go away. an ugly, terrible yelling nobody deserves. and its so cold she just,, runs away crying. she cant think of anybody to reach out for help. she doesnt know anybody, she was never allowed to go out and make friends.

until she remembers the stories luke told her about the man they saved in Monte D'or, and she remembers how softly hershel would smile the precious few times he mentioned he name randall.

so she pulls up a phone book and looks up a Randall Ascot. Its not hard considering he owns an entire fucking town. shes crying and scared and alone, and when randall picks up the phone, he is of course concerned. hes never met this girl, but nobody should by crying this much, and then his heart breaks when he realizes its hershel who did this. He was always hurt by how hershel never said goodbye, and never called again to rekindle their friendship. at first he doesn't want to come over, but flora begs him.

"please, randall, you have to help. I know i hardly know you but... nobody else can reach him, i just know it".

so he grabs the nearest train. tells flora take take it easy at a bougie hotel for a night while he makes the trip over, pays for everything ofc. the two meet up. randall falls in love with this girl in .5 seconds (yknow in that "ive only met this girl for 10 minutes but if anything were to happen to her id kill everyone in this room and then myself" kind of way). They decide to just go to hershels flat and knock. he doesnt answer. they knock again. nothing. randall gets worried. he breaks down the door, shouts for hershel. Nobodys there. the place is empty. they enter hershels study to make sure, but what they find horrifies them. a GIANT charlie kelly style board with a bunch of pictures of different people, mostly people connected to bill hawks, and red lines connecting them stand before the two, and they both know in their gut its a hit list of some kind.

so they run to parliment or whatever building it is those goverment people all stay in, hoping its not too late, hope maybe their suspicions arent true. Theyre horrified when they reach the front steps and theres no guards or anything. sirens are blaring. they run down the halls. injured soldier's and police are telling them to turn back, its not worth it, this man is unstoppable.

"please dont let it be hershel, please dont let it be hershel."

flora stops when they reach the big door. she looks up at randall, crying. "im sorry... but i cant go in. i dont want to face him like this."

randall hugs her, reassures her. tells her its ok to wait by the entrance, that everything will be ok.

Flora rushes off, and randall takes a deep breath. He opens the door where bill hawks office is supposed to be. Randalls heart sinks. in the big chair is hershel, a sword covered in red, and tied to chains too close to the fire place is a beat up bill hawks.

hershel greets him coldly, like strangers.

"ah hello there. im sorry, but the prime minister cannot assist you today. please come back later."

"hershel, what are you doing??? that sword.... have you??"

"killed someone? no..." he hops off his chair and points his sword to bill hawks, far too close to the neck. "no not yet. but if youd like, you can join me for the first one."

Randall picks up a pipe or something close to him. "i cant let you do this hershel... i know youre better than this."

"ah, but you see, thats the thing." his blade lightly touches bills neck. "i could be, but then... whats the point?" then he scoffs, and pulls his sword away, pointing it towards randall in a battle stance. "never mind, you could never understand."

and he charges. AND THE EPIC SWORD FIGHT BETWEEN HERSHEL AND RANDALL THAT WE WERE ROBBED OF COMENCES! Randall, between parrys, is in total disbelief. "Hershel, stop it! i know how youre feeling, but this isnt the solution! youre tired, and scared, and unbelievably hurt. youre in so much pain... this isn't going to end that pain!"

clink, parry

"you couldnt possibly know what im feeling. ive lost everyone. but its no matter."

for a moment it looks like hershel is about to pin randall down, but he swoops away at the last minute.

"No, please hershel, you cant think like that!! youre not alone!! not anymore!! You didnt give up on the masked gentleman... let me return the favor!"

hershel gasps at this, and hesitates. its enough for randall to knock hershels sword out of his hands, and pin him to the ground. Hershel is afraid, his eyes are wide.

"r-randall, stop it!! leave me alone!"

"no!" randall throws the pipe he fought with aside. "not until you make things right!" he starts crying, his tears spill on hershels shirt. "not until i get my best friend back..."

hershel can't take it anymore. He screams, and starts crying uncontrollably. that ugly crying you reserve for your worst moments, and randall softens his grip on hersh, changes it so hes hugging his friend. And hershel just cries and cries and cries.

"i... i just dont want to live like this anymore..." he sobs.

"hershel.... oh hershel, im so, so sorry."

and they continue to cry. eventually randall asks what happened, how it got to this. hershel explains the events of the last few years. how luke left. how bill hawks sent men to beat him to an inch of his life 8 years ago, so really this is just him returning the favor. they talk it out.

"hershel... you owe flora an apology"

and hershel starts crying even more. "oh no, how could i do this to her?? im a monster..."

"nonsense! shes just worried about you, we all just want you to be ok. give her time, you two will be ok."

so slowly, randall convinces hershel to take his hand and walk out before some real irreverasble damage is done. they dont untie bill tho :) hershel comes face to face with flora at the entrance. starts stuttering some words, but jever gets around to saying anything bc flora hugs hershel so tightly, and cries into his chest. "professor i was so worried..."

"i.... im so sorry...."

and thats it!! the police dont do anything bc i dont believe in them, hawks eventually gets voted out. they all go home and randall decides to stay with hershel until he find a therapist. then decides to stay with him until he starts smiling again, then because i mean whos gonna help out with flora?? and then bc honestly hershel, this place is a mess! and then,,,,, well,,,,,, yknow,, 👀👀

#THIS IS SO LONG IM SO SORRY #professor layton #hershel layton #randall ascot #ranlay #flora reinhold #this is a fucking fanfic outline i stg #now i might actually write this skskksks #its a little messy and all over thenplace sorry i went on an adhd rant there sksskksk #gosh thank u for asking its been so long since i like info dumped like this aaaaaa

[dazais-guardian-angel]

This post has been sitting in my drafts since like mid-November around when I finished replaying the game, long enough for me to write and upload a fic about some of the concepts I wrote here, what the fuck. DGS brainrot is real. But aNYWAY finally, here are my massive thoughts on Unwound Future, the golden child of the PL series. This is literally *checks* 8k words, because I can never shut up!! and because there is just SO much going on in this game at all times, so many different interweaving plot threads and funny moments and incredible, fascinating characterization, especially combined with the games that come after it; I just had SO much to say. So much analyzing and headcanons and crying galore. :’) There’s a reason this is considered the best game, and that’s why I had so damn much to talk about.

behold the incoherent, rambling, unconnected mess of a novel that I hope makes a modicum of sense under the cut:

Continuing the trend, this game has simply AMAZING graphics/art/music, with a huge uptick in cutscenes and voice acting, and I feel like the sound/music quality is greatly improved too? I love the main bgm for London in this game, never really remembered loving it before, but it’s just *chef’s kiss* and so is the song that plays in other areas like the hospital and subway

Quickly mentioning the gameplay, I really love all the minigames, and the storybooks are especially hilarious to play with putting the wrong things in the spaces to create mad libs-esque crack that makes no sense; it’s so fun lmao

The beginning flashback segment with the time machine demonstration is honestly just so funny, for so many different reasons: Dimitri droning on and on with time travel technobabble while Luke, Bill, Chelmey, and Barton represent the definitive last four brain cells. Hershel being skeptical about successful time travel after all the magical shit they went through just like a year or two ago. The way that Bill’s sprite slowly and nervously shuffles onscreen after Dimitri calls him to the stage, like omg I don’t know why that cracks me up so much but it does. Dimitri’s lowkey savage shade he’s throwing at Bill throughout this whole thing. The way Bill says “wHAT” when Dimitri asks him to help, clearly about to shit his pants. Dimitri just standing there completely unfazed as the smoke from the machine flies past him. And of course, “sOmEtHiNg’S gOnE vErY wRoNg!”

…okay but in all seriousness, am I just stupid or do they never explain how they get Bill to the underground city, like the machine CLEARLY explodes with him in it, there was no secret elevator built into the thing like at the clock shop, so…???

also the presenter’s voice is really funny lmao

Still disagree that this is the biggest mystery they’ve ever encountered, despite being near the top; Luke you say that literally every game!! so what is the truth!!

Spring’s face is terrifying as FUCK in the two cutscenes in the clock shop… why they decided to show both of them in ominous, shadowed lighting in those scenes I do not understand a;lskdl;fds

I need someone to draw a diagram of how exactly the shop looks as a giant elevator because frankly I still can’t wrap my brain around it-

THE FACT THAT WE NEVER GET TO MAKE UP WITH HAZEL IS A TRAVESTY, HONESTLY

Belle… why…… ugh

Wish they’d had “Schrader” drop a casual nod to the events of Diabolical Box; it would have been cool :’) (especially since this is Paul so he’d know about all that)

College-age Hershel is just….. the pinnacle of adorableness. someone protect him from all the pain

One of the few flaws/plot holes in the story of Unwound Future that I only noticed during this replay with more media under my belt, is the that the developers didn’t really decide on what kind of time travel they wanted to portray, or more likely just didn’t scrutinize Clive’s fake role enough when writing it. This is blatantly obvious upon the very first meeting with Clive where he desires to test Hershel to make sure he’s really him. Obviously in a closed loop scenario, everything Luke and Hershel are doing “Future Luke” should remember doing himself in his past, so a test would not be necessary; this is a major trip-up on his part that it’s very odd Hershel doesn’t notice for how smart he is, imo. However, later on when meeting “Future Layton”, Paul calls Dimitri out on this exact principle, proving that he’s not actually Future Layton because he doesn’t remember the absence of a pen in Hershel’s pocket in this moment in his past, and it’s a nice little touch that Paul, on the other hand, an actual scientist, would mention this. Back to Future Luke, though, he should know how everything goes down with stopping Future Layton, because he lived it all as a child with Hershel, which makes it even more dubious to the fact that after seeing all this, Hershel still goes dark and everything plays out the exact same way it’s portrayed in the “future” of the game; it’s the idea that destined fate can’t be changed, but the suspension of disbelief is quite high, especially since we already doubt that Hershel would ever do such a thing, knowing what kind of person he is. Of course this wouldn’t be the case in an open-loop/branching timelines universe, but since the game uses the former type with the pen argument (and something else important I’ll mention in a second), I feel like the rest of the game should have adopted this idea as well and addressed it. Because Dimitri is outed via the fact that he should have memory of things he doesn’t, so it would have been easy to simply add Hershel adding that argument into his final explanation in the bar (”my suspicions were first raised when we first met Big Luke, and he didn’t know if I was really who I said I was- [etc etc]”). Even if they didn’t want Hershel to bring this up early else the entire story would fall apart, they could simply draw attention to the fact that he notices something in these moments, like with a “...” or “Hmm”, and then he explains it at the end like I said. Interestingly enough, Clive actually addresses these concepts at one point in the game with Luke in the statue plaza: he doesn’t want to tell Luke how things play out in his future, so that… things play out the way they’re supposed to…? Even though his entire story here is that he wished Hershel hadn’t gone dark and distanced from him, and ruined the city? But then he makes the suggestion that they could instead be operating on an open-loop/multiple timelines system, where in his past he never travelled to the future, but in our Luke and Hershel’s timeline they do. This is only a hypothetical he gives though, with him seeming unsure of how things truly are, which… again, in this story he’s concocted, he should know for sure, because if he doesn’t “remember” time traveling and how everything went down, then they’re operating on different timelines and it shouldn’t matter how much he tells Luke about his future. You can definitely argue that in-universe Clive didn’t think all this through when planning his dialogue for this role (but I honestly find that hard to believe, since he’s so intelligent, and he nailed the realism of everything else to a T), but it’s obvious just that the writers didn’t think it through, because like I said Hershel really should have picked up on his blunder when they first met, as well as later when Clive is surprised to see Flora suddenly with them and didn’t know for a fact that she and Chelmey/Barton would arrive there. Since the time travel scenario in 99% of the game isn’t actually real, I don’t entirely fault the writers for not getting every single detail right… and yet, that 1% exists where time travel is real, with Claire’s situation. It’s a very isolated incident though that wouldn’t be replicated, with only her going to the future… and yet, she does return to the past again, if only for a split second before dying and thus not enough time to do anything with her future knowledge, the real thing to note here being that they took care to show that she was wearing the same outfit when she died that she gets in the future, one she wasn’t wearing when she entered the lab originally. So they DID think about some things very well, like such a minor and easily-overlooked detail here (but that blows your mind once you realize it). All this is hardly enough to ruin the game or break the immersion completely though, especially since the player is already predisposed to heavily doubt everything with PL’s “the town is a lie” track record lmao, but I can’t help but be bothered by it now after playing games like Zero Escape and watching time travel shows like netflix’s Dark, which have bootstrap parodoxes and timeloops galore looool. My friend who watched me play the game blind this time around brought up all these questions as Clive said things, as someone who didn’t know if it would end up being real or not, and so I spent a lot of time puzzling (har har) it out with her… even though it wouldn’t matter lmao.

……In short, if it wasn’t obvious, despite Unwound Future’s time travel setup being completely fake, I’m really fascinated by the notion of how it would all work if it was real. >.> …and I mean, I know I’m not the first one; monocle Layton aus are popular, after all, but I don’t really care quite as much about the allure of an “evil Layton” as I do just about how everything else would be, I think.

Because, like, lets be real? taking the prequels into account with Unwound Future’s proposed setup, the potential is endless. It honestly KILLS me that the prequels didn’t exist yet at the time of UF, because!! so many people from Hershel’s past!!! SO MANY REASONS FOR HIM TO WANT TO HARNASS TIME TRAVEL AND CHANGE THE PAST, NOT JUST FOR CLAIRE’S SAKE. FOR RANHENGELA’S SAKE. FOR LUKE AND EMMY’S SAKE. FOR HIS PARENTS’ SAKE. FOR DESMOND. listen, listen, you don’t understand how much the idea of Desmond being involved in UF’s concepts destroys me. I wrote about this in my last fic but. imagine if Desmond learned about Hershel going down a dark path for his sake and everyone else’s, just like he did. Or imagine if, instead of Hershel being the one to do it, it was Desmond himself; he’s willing to play the bad guy once again, one very final, this time definitely final, time, if it means he can undo everything that caused all of them so much pain in the first place: his betrayals, the death of his former wife, he and Theodore’s separation, their father’s betrayal, ALL of it, and Hershel would never know. When Luke first is like “oh it’s gotta be Don Paolo right” and Clive says no, i LITERALLY screamed “BUT IT COULD BE DESCOLE!!”. JUST. PAIN. And where would Randall be in this future; what would he, too, think if it was Hershel going after time travel? Imagine him trying to smack some sense into him just like Hershel does in MM, trying to tell him that despite those lost 18 years of his life, despite everything wrong he ended up doing, he’s still happy, and so are Henry and Angela. So is Desmond. And Emmy, she wouldn’t want undone those years she had with Hershel and Luke and then Aurora and Desmond, despite how sadly it ended. Just… so much pain. So much potential. I hurt :’)

and adding on to this, i love love LOVE the idea of Clive knowing about some of this stuff in Hershel’s past, in order to faithfully play his role as Future Luke. Like obviously he wasn’t in Misthallory with them all, he wasn’t on the island in ED, he wasn’t at Monte’dor, and he wasn’t on the Bostonius or at all those Azran ruins that I can’t remember the names of right now, of course he wouldn’t know the intimate, specific details of what all went down, but if there was just one npc who was in the right place at the right time at any of these locations, who knows what beans they could spill? Maybe even an ex-Targent person or something. Hell, fucking Bronev is in jail for at least a little while before the events of UF. There are possibly MANY people Clive could have gotten information from to pull off this role - he’s a reporter, he’s skilled at digging for stuff. Not to mention just reading and hearing about large incidents in the news. And this makes his character so much better because he’s admired Hershel for so long, grateful that he saved his life all this time, to the point that he asks him to unknowingly come and save him again… and he most definitely didn’t know back when he first encountered Hershel that he’d already experienced so much loss and pain as well (some of which Hershel hadn’t even gone through yet by that point), but learning about everything he’s suffered? I think it would really affect him, and possibly contribute to why he asks him for his help in the first place in UF: because Hershel has suffered just as much as he has, and he feels a connection to him, feels like he can relate to him, and wants someone who can empathize with him, and show him how to cope. All of these reasons and emotions would probably be completely on an unconscious level, but they would exist - he’d use this limited but meaningful knowledge to try to connect with Hershel more when he’s still in Future Luke mode, to try to convince him he’s really Luke, at first, but unconsciously it’d be an effort to get closer to him emotionally, which is what he truly desires deep down, until his so-called act somewhat stops being an act, and talking about these things makes his vulnerabilities start to show (again, i wrote a fic about this). This all just adds to why Hershel is the perfect person to help and support Clive - the prequels make their similarities even stronger, more than just with Hershel losing Claire, and those accidental parallels when the writers hadn’t even conceived the prequel trilogy at the time of UF are just *chef’s kiss* beautiful.

THE CASINO SCENE IS JUST ICONIC, IT’S SO FUNNY. LUKE BEING SCARED OF THE SHOOTING AND HERSHEL JUST DITCHING HIM. CLIVE’S LITTLE HOP AND ROLL BEHIND THE SLOT MACHINES. THE SLOT MACHINE GUN IN GENERAL. THE CLONE FAMILY MEMBERS FALLING OVER LIKE DOMINOS UPON BEING HIT. BOSTRO CRYING AND SPLINTERS AND LOCKJAW RUNNING IN CIRCLES PANICKING WHILE LAYMAN JUST IS LITERALLY PUSHED BACK SLOWLY WITH ONLY A CHAIR TO DEFEND HIMSELF, I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW FUNNY LAYMAN AS A CHARACTER IS TO ME. it’s just so glorious, oh my god. this series is ridiculous i love it so much lmao

Luke wanting to use the time machine though… there are so many reasons why he might want to, mainly from Azran Legacy. :’)

The statue is the worst thing ever for multiple reasons. The fact that it represents Hershel & Luke’s relationship, the two main characters, who have been through so much together and have such a strong bond that can never be broken, and how it ties into the whole Evil Layton scenario and seems to foreshadow that their bond does end up breaking, as “Future Luke” seems to be proof of (though the game doesn’t really put much emphasis on this; Luke is more worried about the fact that he’s moving away soon straining their relationship, and not the whole Future Layton thing. imo it would have been interesting to see his actual thoughts on/feelings about it, since he’s surprisingly calm throughout the entire game before the reveals happen; you can argue he just has complete faith in Hershel and doesn’t think he would ever go dark, but then why doesn’t he bring this up, insist that this can’t be true? I think he should have). The fact that as I just said it foreshadows how Luke will leave Hershel at the end of the game, something that Luke worries about later on in the game. And most of all, the biggest, worst thing it foreshadows… Hershel’s relationship with Clive. Clive had that statue made himself, put it in his giant set. He WANTS that kind of mentor-student bond with Hershel, that’s how he sees them, just from their one interaction in front of the exploding buildings… or at least, that’s how he wants to see it. He sees how close Hershel and Luke are throughout the entire game, and he yearns for that kind of bond with Hershel, too. The fact that the boy in the statue story has an illness that he eventually dies from, but that their friendship withstands… it’s probably meant to represent Clive’s insanity, that he hopes Hershel will save him from - he is Clive’s light of hope in his despair. Or, to be more accurate to the statue, even if Clive’s madness ends up killing him (which it very nearly does, and by that point he fully expects that it will), he’ll still have had those memories of that time he spent with him, and Hershel will never forget him, and that will mean something special. man though can you imagine an AU where Clive is literally terminally ill too, and that’s why he’s yolo-ing this entire thing so hard and doesn’t care if it ends up killing him in the end, at least he got to be with Hershel one more day; ahahahaha turn up the angsttttttttttttt-

Shmelmey and Shmarton do not at all look like Chelmey and Barton, smh

For everything Clive accounted for with his role and setting, he’s honestly way too rude and crass sometimes to be Luke lmao, even if you try to imagine a world where Hershel did go dark and Luke was changed by it… at least imo

the like 4 puzzles that give Clive’s solving animations/dialogue are the most serotonin-boosting things in the world

“you will come back, won’t you?” Clive asks Hershel about his trip to visit Chelmey, desperately wanting him to stop him before it’s too late :’)

Rosetta and her....... sessions....... with Hershel........ hajkkALSKDLD

Okay but Hershel is kind of dickish sometimes though, despite his whole “gentleman” thing??? There’s the elephant in the room which I’ll Get To, but like first he guilt-trips Chelmey into getting him access to confidential information about the lab explosion, and then he has the absolute balls to tell him “Bill Hawks is being held in the future” and that’s IT. No explanation, nothing else, just THAT, and then he LEAVES, after he’d promised to share every last detail with him. I don’t blame Chelmey at all for tailing them and barging in to get information himself, like damn Hershel, why so savage sometimes in not a good way

which brings me to Ranting About Flora’s Treatment, Part 3: The Finale. Y’all I literally cannot even BEGIN to describe how much the way Hershel and Luke treat Flora in UF specifically makes me seethe..... It was already bad in DB, no doubt, but in this game they are straight-up rude to her, mostly Hershel, for absolutely no reason, and I CANNOT fathom why. He constantly makes the excuse that he’s concerned for her safety, and that the places they’re going to are too dangerous for her, but it all exudes a level of thinly-veiled annoyance, even confusion as to why Flora is so upset that they never bring her along and wants to go with them at all... almost like her “frail” feminine appearance (which isn’t helped by how the games make her feel sick or dizzy or tired multiple times), compared to someone like Emmy who could fight and has more masculine traits, means she’s less capable in Hershel’s mind, which, like, even if it’s unconscious on his part... how about no?? I could accept being worried about her, even if I’m still frustrated at her being left behind, and her constant kidnapping (which isn’t Hershel’s fault, even if he probablyyy could do a better job both times at protecting her), but I CANNOT excuse how short and dismissive Hershel is with her in this damn game; it honestly borders on ooc to me for him, I don’t know what the writers were thinking; do they just hate Flora that freaking much??? He treats her like a burden the entire time, apologizes to people for her, acts irritated at having to accommodate for her, when poor Flora just wants to spend time with him and feel like an equal to him and Luke. Meanwhile Clive of all people is the first one to treat her with kindness and respect and pleasure to see her when they first meet, like when Luke bitches about Flora being excited to see the river and not taking things seriously and Clive tells him to go easy on her (Clive, the one who has been rushing them along this entire time himself). honestly can see why it’s so easy to ship them, when literally everyone else treats her like crap It’s SO depressing honestly. Flora asks them if they thought to wonder where her future self was, and Hershel is just like hhhhh we’re kinda busy thinking about... you know.... important things... sorry not sorry....... like BITCH I WILL STRANGLE YOU, BE NICER TO YOUR DAUGHTER!!! Luke at least is a kid, but Hershel??? there’s no excuse!!! Luke be like “damn I hope Becky doesn’t look down on us for leaving Flora behind... >.>” THEY KNOW. THEY KNOW IT’S NOT RIGHT BUT THEY DON’T CARE AND DO IT ANYWAY. I’M SO MAD

Beasly just gets... straight-up murdered yo... between him and Subject 3, what were they smoking when coming up with the animals in this game, jfc. Test subject animals?? that’s unnervingly dark, despite how glossed over it is and how hilarious Subject 3 is a;lksd

LUKE LOVES SHERLOCK HOLMES THIS IS NOT A DRILL. THE DGS CROSSOVER IS WAITING, LEVEL-5 AND CAPCOM. MAKE LUKE’S (AND MY) DREAMS A REALITY

the intentional zoom-in on Clive’s sinister face in front of the tower will never not amuse me, and baffle me as to why they drew attention to it lmaooo

And okay back to time travel bullshit shenanigans, WHY the fuck does Dimitri not pick up on why him not remembering about the pen is such a big deal as soon as Paul first brings it up?? bruh. bruh. aren’t you a fucking TIME TRAVEL SCIENTIST. WHY DO YOU NOT KNOW SUCH A BASIC CONCEPT THAT BREAKS YOUR WHOLE FACADE IN SECONDS. It’d be one thing if he just couldn’t provide the right answer, but no, he straight-up HAS NO IDEA WHY HE SHOULD HAVE TO KNOW ABOUT THE PEN. “HOW THE FUCK SHOULD I KNOW-” bruhhhh. Dimitri. my dude. i love you but you are actually so dumb sometimes, like holy shit (more on this later though)

Paul talking to Dimitri about his plan is really good; he has a “...” moment before telling him what he’s doing can’t be excused, like “oh shit let me jump on board, wait fuck i gotta stay in character, Layton is a wuss he would never agree to this god dammit Layton-”. jokes aside though, I’m honestly confused as to how much he actually knew before Dimitri’s exposition in the pagoda, and why exactly he goes along with helping Hershel stop him... and what Dimitri was thinking roping him into this. Because I can’t really figure out Paul’s motives here and how they changed, if they did at all. The only information we get about how he first became involved is that Dimitri was paying him a lot of money to get Hershel to the pagoda and to him - he knows that “future London” isn’t real, he knows Future Layton isn’t real, so the extent of his knowledge seems to be that “this man wants to screw Layton over somehow and is giving me $$$ to get it done; there’s no downside here, never mind this suspicious as fuck fake London and all these people that shouldn’t be here”, but then Hershel gave him more information, probably that Claire was involved in what Dimitri was doing, and his concerns about a traitor being involved if he had already begun to suspect Clive by that point, and then he suddenly decided to turn against Dimitri? Even though you’d think saving Claire would be a reason for him to want to help him...? Or did he plan to turn against him from the very start, and wanted Hershel to come because he knew he could stop all this (part of his character development)? The latter is the most likely, though I still don’t entirely understand or maybe I’m just having a brain fart, that’s very likely too. And Dimitri on the other hand, did he know that Paul liked Claire too and would want to save her (and maybe about his salt for Hershel too), and that’s why he got his help? That makes more sense... but also doesn’t, cause as I said it seems like Paul didn’t know Claire was involved until Hershel told him and then Dimitri told everyone at the pagoda, so maybe he literally just said “here’s some money, help me fuck over Layton, not telling how” and just trusted in him that much, even though Paul is an evil genius who could and does put a stop to all his plans with his machines... once again, Dimitri looking dumb....

Clive, in the most deadpan voice ever at the top of the pagoda: oh no, the prime minister is in danger, someone help him

Flora as they’re escaping the tower: “professor no please take me with you instead of future Luke” Hershel: *ignores her feelings and makes a decision for her yet again* Clive: “shhh don’t worry Flora; i know i’m going to kidnap you in like an hour but i’m just trying to rescue you from these insensitive jerks. not Don Paolo though; he’s a gentleman.”

It’s interesting to me that Luke and Hershel keep acting as if Future Luke and future London are legit even after Future Layton has been revealed to be a fake. Hershel at least probably knows none of it is real by now, even if he hasn’t exactly figured out Clive’s role in everything yet, and is just not revealing his knowledge for now, but Luke is still rolling with it... wonder what’s going through his mind by this point. again, it frustrates me that Luke really has no emotional reaction to anything in UF, aside from the statue and his worries about leaving Hershel soon and how that in particular will affect their relationship

I also wonder what Clive is thinking by this point. Now that the Future Layton jig is up, what kind of story is he going with now? We never find out because Hershel reveals everything completely the next time Clive joins up with them again, but in the (unreasonable) case that he hadn’t, would Clive have just acted like he didn’t know that Alain Stahngun was actually someone named Dimitri, who was actually pretending to be Layton, and that the real Layton was somewhere else out there that they needed to find? I don’t know WHY I’m so interested in details like these that don’t matter at all in the long run a;lksdfklfd, but I am... he tells Flora to continue the “investigation” without him, so clearly he still had something in mind, and didn’t expect Hershel to out him quite so soon after that even if deep down he wanted it

Chelmey really cares for Barton and it’s actually so sweet, oml :’)

I didn’t really praise Paul’s character development in this game enough before, but I really do love it, even if I don’t quite understand the circumstances that started it. It’s not something I would have expected with how he’s presented in CV and DB, but it’s very nice to see this be the culmination of his character, and it’s kinda sad that it feels a bit more natural than Descole’s sudden shift in backstory/character between ED and MM/AL... It’s very funny and good to see him and Luke bicker at each other, and how he seems to have a soft spot for Flora... it’s all cute. I just wish there’d been a bit more time for him to talk to them, but that’s what fanfic is for

Don’t make me have to see Hershel beaten up in the street :’(

The sprite of Dimitri standing in the bar is incredibly hot.... damn why are all the older male characters my type >.>

Alright but it’s about time I finally talk about Dimitri without dissing him for being stupid sometimes and say that in short, I love him. He might even be my favorite new character in UF, even more than Clive; I don’t know if it’s just the Liam O’Brian Tragic Sexy Tired Villain effect or what (nah let’s be real, that’s a huge part of it lmao), but he’s fantastic and utterly breaks my heart, in a much more understated way than how the game shoves Clive’s angst in your face, but his tragedy is nonetheless impossible to ignore. The flashback with young Dimitri is my favorite scene in the entire game, it is devastating and feels so cinematic, so raw and painful, and I’m glad they animated that part because it humanizes him so much more. Claire was his everything, he loved her so much, but it is so obvious to me (and to a lot of the fandom too, I think) that his love was entirely selfless - he might have been a little sad, but he was still mostly content letting Hershel have her, and when it comes to after her death, Dimitri would have been absolutely happy not being able to have her if he managed to save her life; he just wanted her to live. He was in love with her, yes, but he also loved her, as a friend, as a scientist, as a person whose time was cut far too short for entirely selfish and unnecessary reasons, and the majority of his anger and bitterness and drive came from a desire to fix such an injustice - to save an innocent person’s life. And the saddest part of him doing all this and trying to sustain Claire’s existence in the present once he finds her, if you go with the closed loop time travel theory, is that Dimitri should already know it’s impossible for him to succeed in this as long as he remembers finding her body in the past - him succeeding would create a paradox, thus, he can’t save her. But he’s so deep in his despair and obsession and insistence on preserving her life that I don’t think he ever stops to think about this - or he does, but refuses to acknowledge it. I’m sure he was incredibly sweet and kind and soft in the past, with her, and with his passion, and it’s heartbreaking to see how broken he is now, how miserable and tired he is, how much everything changed him. And wanting to get back at someone like Bill, who had it all to begin with and then carelessly used them to gain even more, well, I don’t blame him for that. >_> Not to mention his relationship with Clive, which is all kinds of fascinating to think about: the most chaotic, dysfunctional mess of a half-business partnership half-father/son relationship there is, ahaha... Both of them are unhealthy to the extreme in different ways, but with how much time they spent together, it’s inevitable they had vulnerable moments around each other... Clive is the only other person Dimitri would have around during his research to possibly grow to care about, even if it was entirely unconsciously. Learning he was using him would, well, ruin their relationship even more than it was already messed up, but maybe he would visit Clive in prison at least once, assuming Hershel was. I just crave content for them, ugh. Dimitri just deserved so much better, he makes me so sad </3 and I honestly hate that we don’t get to see him say goodbye to Claire at the end before Hershel; sure it would have utterly killed me, but surely he deserved that much...

The utter, frankly amazing, stupidity of Flora’s kidnapping has been stated everywhere, we all know it, but just.... yeah. smh

Seeing the mobile fortress be like *war flashbacks to the Detragon* “Not This Shit Again” Hershel why tf you putting Luke in more danger AGAIN???

The car scenes with the mobile fortress are, at least to me, the funniest parts of the entire game, even better than the casino, oh my god they’re AMAZING. Luke screaming and flailing his arms while Hershel deadpan flings the car towards the fortress, all the bumps they hit riding across it later on, the car just FALLING and Bill almost falling out of it, and then the plane, all the while Hershel displays no more than mild frustration while everyone else is PANICKING... “a plane? This is an automobile!” ...iconic. top PL moments ever. Luke don’t you recall the time when Hershel built an entire mini plane out of a chainsaw and a barrel in ED, come on now

Onto Claire. Claire doesn’t get much screentime, but some of the moments she does have are very good; she’s one of the best and most fleshed-out female PL characters imo, and like a lot of things, I appreciate her a lot more after this replay than I did years ago... LayClaire is a cute ship and all, but I was never really obsessed with it; rather, I’m realizing now I’m more invested in what Claire has to offer by herself. I hate to use the term “strong female character” cause that sounds so cliche... but she really is strong. The entire part with her wanting to save Clive, their conversation, and her bringing him out... god it gets me, it really does. She’s known she’s going to die for ages, and at this point in the game she knows it could be any moment now, so she has no reason to try to keep herself safe; she’s doomed no matter what, so she might as well spend the last few minutes of her life saving another life, and not just anyone: someone who’s just killed countless people, who anyone else would see as insane, who doesn’t care for her, doesn’t care if he lives or dies - but Claire is compassionate enough that, despite everything, she fiercely believes he deserves to live. Because of her own guilt and sins she believes she bears, yes, but also simply because she believes he can still change, and doesn’t deserve to die, despite the HORRIBLE atrocity he just committed. She’s just that good a person. It’s no wonder she and Hershel loved each other and were made for each other; both of them are such kind, loving, selfless people who see the best in anyone no matter what. Perhaps she hoped and suspected that Hershel would look out for and care for Clive once he was in prison, so she wanted to make sure that could happen, even if she wouldn’t be around to ever see it.

sorry I just get really emotional about this part, about the entire mood and tone of Claire desperately trying to save this kid, and the way the camera focuses on the massive scale of the fortress and how it dwarfs them in size... It’s a really powerful and melancholic scene (just like Dimitri’s flashback scene; have I mentioned how much I adore the atmosphere and cinematic direction of this game? cause god I do) with the knowledge of her real identity and circumstances, the visuals and the music are so good, ugh i just have so many feels. mom Claire hurts me </3 she’s so good... Despite the fact that she dies, and so much of what everyone is doing is because of her death, her presence in the story is so strong, and it never feels like her only purpose is to die for everyone else’s development and that’s it (unlike... well, a lot of other pl females :’); she has her own things to do, she stops the fortress alongside Hershel, and literally saves the main antagonist’s life. Seriously I just adore the fact that she of all people is the one to rescue Clive in the end even though she wasn’t at all obligated to (although I’d be interested and cry over an AU where Hershel saves him instead; it honestly surprises me that he wasn’t going to until Claire said something...), because Clive is the only character (of the adults) who doesn’t have a direct relationship with Claire, but they’re still connected by the explosion, and so it makes for an interesting and terribly sad dynamic, even if they only have a few minutes with each other, for all the reasons I said earlier. Claire doesn’t think what he did was right, but she knows what she and the other scientists did wasn’t right either - and it’s too late for her now, but it’s not too late for him; she knows he has a kind heart, deep down, and that he needs help if he wants to redeem himself. She feels responsible for him, feels like she owes him that second chance, after indirectly taking his parents from him and causing him such misery and brokenness... She’s so brave and strong-willed to be able to do and admit all that she does; I just love her. It clearly kills her to leave Hershel, I don’t think she intended at first to ever let him know who she was (hence Celeste), but she’s not too upset in the end, because she (rightly) knows that he will be all right. ;; She’s so beautiful, too... wish we could have seen her interact with so many of the other characters </3

and so my favorite “insert Descole into the main trilogy” AU is where Descole intercepts Claire and makes some sort of body for her, like how everyone headcanons that for Aurora post-AL. (or/also just mobile fortress vs. Descole robots, that’s cool too lol)

And finally, Clive, the infamous star of Unwound Future, thought I talked about him a bit already (and also in this post a few weeks ago). Clive is probably the PL series’ best written villain Anton excluded, I absolutely love him, like everyone does. Nothing really about him hasn’t been done before elsewhere, but that’s not a bad thing; when I was younger and first played the game I really only paid attention to his sympathetic side, but now I’ve also grown an appreciation and fondness for that kind of unabashedly awful, manic, evil insanity a villain like him has, it’s just SO entertaining to watch. If PL was a more mature/higher rated series I’d love to see his chaotic crazed energy played up even more, just to really hammer in how messed up he is, ahaha, but of course that would make it harder to sympathize with him..... and unfortunately, it already is kind of hard, because.... shit, the number of people he must have killed? It’s a LOT. A FUCKTON. The level of sympathy the game gives Clive and the way it presents him at the end is not at ALL relative to the astronomical amount of people that had to have been squashed to death by his machine, to the point that it honestly makes me uncomfortable, and I try to just retcon that in my head, as hard as it is to imagine a scenario where that thing could have come up to London and not hit any houses, because like..... There’s no coming back from that. He knew exactly what he was doing, madness or not, and I honestly just... don’t want him to be such a mass murderer. Maybe it’s wrong to ignore it, but the game wants me to feel sorry for him and see his potential for redemption, and his relationship with Hershel is so good... dammit game, why’d you have to show those houses being crushed. Ugh. Because Clive is so compelling as someone who feels betrayed by people in power, who desires revenge not only for himself but for all the people who suffered just like he has that he says he bore witness to as a reporter; it’s a very relatable position and a good story, for his well-meaning intentions to be skewed and lost in the midst of his rage and despair and hatred and insanity, where his very valid point of “hey people in government are fucked up and don’t give a shit about us and that needs to change” gets turned into “they all need to die even if the very innocent people I want to save get hurt by this as well”, and I really wish that whole angle of it had been played up a bit more, and there had been more of an opportunity for Hershel to reason with him and argue that in the midst of his blind need for revenge, he’s become even worse than the people who need justice handed to them (cue some Descole allusionssss). He wouldn’t have to win him over, Clive is already too deep by that point despite how much he wanted to be stopped, but just having more of that than just what happens in the surveillance room would have been sooooooo good, I love that conversation. It would have made Clive even better and really drive home that he’s 1) kinda right about some things and wants better for people 2) still very fucking wrong and selfish at the same time and has taken it all way too far 3) very fucked up and broken. Not that the third point isn’t already abundantly clear, but... yeah. It would have given him even more depth, made him more sympathetic, and helped juuust a little to offset how much the game handwaves his mass murders... just a little... One of my favorite Clive scenes though is when the fortress is breaking down and he’s still there, desperately trying to save it, still in denial about the fact that all his plans have failed and that everything he’s done (and himself) is about to go up in flames; I know everyone loves making fun of him and that that scene is pretty memeable (he does get bodied so much in the game, lmaooo), but it makes him look so vulnerable, all alone in there by himself, like a child, which is what he really is, deep down: he never truly wanted to do something so abhorrent and evil, but his emotions and mind spiraled so badly out of control and it led him to such a dark, horrible place, where he couldn’t stop himself, no matter how much he wanted to, and in the end all he can do is watch helplessly as the reality of what he’s done and his unwound future all comes crashing down in front of him, never to be salvaged. And he believes wholeheartedly that he is going to die, that he deserves to (this is my favorite Clive scene; he’s so hurt and resigned, the voice acting kills me ugh), he doesn’t understand at all why Claire wants to save him, especially if he knows she’s one of the scientists (as his line of “why are you of all people helping me” implies), because he always thought none of them ever cared about him and people he saw as like him, thought everyone was like Bill Hawks, but Claire still cared enough to want to save his life, even though she was one of the people he was actively targeting with his revenge... I wonder how he would have felt at the time if he had known about her situation and that she was dying. </3 I just want so many good things for him, as so much of the fandom does. He’s so messed up but that’s what makes him so interesting, and his potential relationship with Hershel that the ending of the game suggests could happen is so touching and lovely and uplifting, one of my favorite kinds of relationships in fiction: Clive’s issues would persist for so long, for forever, really, but Hershel would support him and help him heal, and be there for him always, no matter how much Clive would feel like he didn’t deserve it. I eat this dynamic up, I really do, every single time I encounter it in a story, and it’s made even better by the fact that as I’ve said, Hershel has so much in common with Clive, and so they would get along very well for that reason, and Clive could unknowingly help Hershel just as much Hershel tries to help him. They’re so good for each other. Add Luke too, and Flora, and Desmond...! just ahhhhh........ there’s so much goodness. Clive you absolute glorious, fucked-up mess of a character, I love you. :’) and I love fic writers who explore facets of his personality and write about him. He’s only in one game, and there’s still a few hiccups, as I said, yet he’s handled far better than Descole or Randall in my opinion (though I love them too)... just an amazing fucking villain, and character. I wish UF could have gone deeper with him than it did, but even so, the possibilities with Clive are endless. I love him, so much ;;

and some of the themes of the plot in this game, uhh, hit a little close to home in good ole’ 2020/21 time we live in? :’) #FuckBillHawks

Hershel saying goodbye to Claire.... god. One of the top scenes in the entire series, probably the #1 most iconic I’d even go so far as to say. I don’t even really ship LayClaire, but there’s an indescribable emotion that finale gives me... it’s just breathtaking, in the most gutwrenching, nostalgic, beautiful way. I still maintain that Diabolical Box’s ending is sadder than this one, for a multitude of reasons, just comparing the stories and situations the characters are in, but I 100% don’t blame people for bawling at this scene more than any other, just because of the way it’s done yes I know I won’t shut up about the cinematography; the lighting, the camera angles, the pacing of it, Hershel’s fucking kicked puppy faces, the dialogue oh god the dialogue; it ALL hits like a TRUCK and comes together beautifully. At this point in his life Hershel has been through so much loss, so much so that it is unbearable - when he cries that he doesn’t want to say goodbye again, that he can’t say goodbye again, that he refuses to, nothing in the world is more true: this man has been through too much, and he’s hit his breaking point. even if you don’t have the prequels in mind when watching this, as most people don’t/didn’t the first time through, the overwhelming sense of burden and loss Hershel is feeling is so palpable, so painful - you get the sense that this isn’t just about Claire; Hershel has never shown emotion like this before up to this point, so for him to finally break down like this... it speaks volumes. After so many years of holding everything in, he finally can’t take it anymore, and basically stabbing me in the fucking chest would hurt less </3 I complain about Hershel never showing emotion like this (never crying) in the prequels whenever he’s hit with an equally horrible bombshell, and I still feel that way, but at the same time a part of me is also glad that’s the case, because it makes the very last (two) scenes in the entire series hit so much harder, knowing that he finally loses his composure after dealing with so much. As the titular character of the series, Hershel’s development is very understated and subtle, so it’s all the more meaningful when he actually snaps, because it makes him feel so much more real and human than he ever is the rest of the time, when he maintains his facade of being a perfectly composed, calm, and together gentleman; this scene finally say that, no, Hershel is a person, and he is broken in a lot of ways, because some puzzles you just can’t solve no matter how hard you try, and it’s so sad. And this sad tone of loss and longing permeates the entire cutscene; the way the title is dropped in Claire’s dialogue (both versions equally haunting imo), and Hershel taking off his hat for the first time ever, and the pan up and transition back to show the falling snow as “Time Travel”, my favorite instrumental in the series, kicks in... y’all there is no other feeling in the world like the feeling that elicits, there really isn’t ಥ⌣ಥ ❤️💔 the only thing that might even come close to it is the ending of Azran Legacy with Surely Someday, simply because it was the ending of the series, but the ending of Unwound Future hits me harder knowing it’s the end of the timeline, and with everything else in hindsight. And then an unknown amount of time later, even with Luke gone and Hershel only having Flora there with him anymore unless we headcanon DESMOND COMES BACK BECAUSE OF COURSE HE DID RIGHT, Hershel is still no longer wearing his hat, to show that he’s finally started to heal from his pain, and accepted the loss(es), because throughout all of UF Hershel had never really gotten over Claire’s death no matter how much he tried to pretend like he had, but you don’t realize that until you see the ending, until he got one final chance to see her. I just... ugh I love it so much, so much. It means so much, for Hershel and for the series, and that’s why it makes me cry (and don’t even get me sTARTED on Luke’s goodybe, and how upsetting yet beautiful THAT is. yes, Luke isn’t a gentleman yet, and Hershel finally learns that maybe he doesn’t always have to be one, either :’’’’’’)

Unwound Future is a masterpiece. Diabolical Box has my favorite characters and story for the new characters, and favorite settings, personally, but Unwound Future is such top-tier storytelling and writing; it feels so epic and sweeping and (here i go again) cinematic, it’s so polished and everything flows so well, the pacing is wonderful, everything ties up so perfectly and there’s very little I would change Flora bitching aside and practically nothing that feels like filler, even though some of it technically is. The tone stays consistent and they really push the boundaries of how serious and heavy these games can be, and it works, and doesn’t feel silly or glossed over or too unrealistic or too heavyhanded like some of the other games are at times; the plot twists/reveals feel the least absurd and the most grounded in reality, despite still being wild, and it focuses on some really relevant stuff and themes (again, it feels really grounded and raw, and the least fantastical, which isn’t a bad thing for the other games/movie per se, but being more realistic works in this one’s favor. No one is going to have their family separated and murdered by a criminal secret organization working to unearth ancient advanced civilized ruins, or lose years of their life and memories in said ancient ruins, or have their life ruined in an eternal unaging state from hallucinogenic gas, but being screwed over by people in government who will do anything to make sure they never have to face consequences? now that’s a mood). It’s just a really fucking good game, by far the best Professor Layton game, and I’ll always stand by that, despite preferring DB just a bit more cause it hits more of my personal tastes (DB is still very good too though, don’t get me wrong), and it’s also enhanced even more by the prequels, though it stands perfectly on its own. The perfect culmination of Hershel’s character arc, and the absolute high point of the series. It’s one of the ones I keep coming back to the most, just because it has so much to offer; as someone who is absolutely enamored with near-perfect stories of this caliber, I couldn’t ask for more. ❤️

#professor layton #professor layton spoilers #meta #who wants to read 8k words about a 12 year old game: no one #who's still gonna post it: this bitch #i actually got emotional near the end writing hjklskdfkfldlksk watching the end of uf always hurts :' ) #me: 'db is my favorite' also me: 'rants and cries about uf for almost double the length of the db rant' #It's About The Potential.jpg #i didn't even talk about the puzzles much at all lmaooooo none of them really stood out to me #just........ story........ so good...... emotions go brrrr #i need ALL the dimitri fanfic tbh #and dimitri and clive #and CLAIRE and clive #and clive and hershel ofc #catch me being obsessed with time travel in a game where 99% of it isn't time travel ahjsdffkldskkdfl #It Could Be That Deep.jpg #need to write my other uf ideas.... and then get to the prequels already #but i also wanna replay pl vs aa... and the aa trilogy...... so much to doooooo

[ninadove]

“And this is all thanks to you, Clive! You opened my eyes to the joys of being evil!”

“This… This the exact opposite of the lesson you should have learnt from my game… Did you not hear my tragic monologue about atoning for my crimes…?”

The lovely @ballwizard motivated me to draw more of my evil daughter!

Go check out their amazing art!

Bonus:

🎶 He had it comin’ 🎶

#Look at my unhinged children. They’re chaotic siblings in my heart #professor layton #flora reinhold #monocle flora #clive dove #professor layton spoilers #lost future #unwound future #professor layton au #nina draws

[interminal]

reluctantlyreinel replied to your post: I AM MORE THAN WILLING TO PAY AND SIGN WHATEVER...

well. when you arent running away from that monocle layton and your prosthetic gets totally obliterated we can get the consent forms filed in

I’m not going to destroy this prosthetic. I know I have a bad track record but it’s the only thing of Flora’s I have left!

So can I make an appointment for tomorrow?

#reluctantlyreinel #!crack #but is it. is it really

[kwamihitman]

Zodiac Miraculous, and Mythology

Long Post Warning

So if we’re using mythology to deduce powers of the miraculous, like Viperion representing the eternal snake, and Roi Singe as the monkey king, we could try and come up with powers for the remaining miraculouses

Goat miraculous could be referencing Pan, the greek god of nature with the appearance of a half-man, half-goat being. Tool could be a pan flute which could create natural flora and influence animals (Arcadian Fields, named after Pan’s residence).

Pig miraculous is tied to the famous chinese novel “Journey to the West” based off of the pig kwamis name, derived from a nickname of the pig god character in the book. This miraculous is the second tied to the book, following the monkey. The miraculous could have been worn by the pig god character, Pigsy, who was known to eat lots. So, the power could be to absorb and use the properties or powers of another person, place or thing, basically like Miraculer. Like, the user could grip a live wire, and control electricity. (Boargain, as in negotiating terms of a trade).

In greek mythology a guard was turned into a rooster as punishment for sleeping with Hephaestus’ wife, Aphrodite. He was forced to announce the rising of the sun every morning. So this miraculous could allow you to see the future . This overlaps with the power of the snake, to return from the future, so maybe the rooster can instead emit a loud cry (Heralds Cry). Personally, I’m going with the second one. As for the tool, I’m going with a set of feather darts.

Dogs are typically associated with loyalty and guarding, so I think the dog miraculous is the miraculous of diligence or detection. I think it can manipulate the attention and focus in a room to distract people (Fursight). That could allow the wielder to avoid being spotted, or allow others to escape. This power could also focus the user on someone, allowing them to track an akuma. An ancient spell prevents them from following a miraculous or kwami however. Tool may be a slingshot shaped like a wishbone, or a monocle like a collar and leash to see the focus.

Oxen are obviously big and brawny, so I decided the ox could allow the user to change anything’s size, mainly themselves. See, in the Great Race. the twelve zodiac animals race to see what their places are in the twelve year cycle. The rat asks the ox if it can take a ride, only to jump ahead of it and take first place. It seems the rat miraculous can’t change size, only duplicate, so the ox may be able to, as the rat rode on its back. The tool may be a helmet with horns, or a shepherds crook.

Finally, the tiger. The hindu god Shiva was known for being very attractive, and drew womanly attraction throughout his travels. To avoid losing their wives to his shear beauty, a group of sages summoned a tiger to kill him. Instead, he slew the tiger and wore its skin. Considering tigers are master hunters, and one of the best hiding spots are in plain sight, I’m giving the tiger the power to shapeshift and shed ones skin (Eye of the Tiger). Tool may be a whip.

#miraculous ladybug #ml #goat miraculous #ziggy #pig miraculous #daizzi #rooster miraculous #orikko #dog miraculous #barkk #ox miraculous #stompp #tiger miraculous #roarr #ml theory #zodiac miraculous

[dragongambler]

☆ @lovemisskiki ☆

A black mantle to contrast the dull red jacket, white crow mask to contrast the gold monocle. Azure's teacher was very different than the fledgling Hunter of Hunters and the once noble accepted it with the grace of his cursed upbringing.

Even now, as he inched forward, earthy eyes focused on his prey. Taken by the nightmare, intoxicated on the blood of beasts, this once comrade had turned his attention to other hunters. A more thrilling hunt, most likely. Azure's hand tightened around Chikage, careful to not tear calloused skin. The rite wasn't needed yet. No need to cause himself unnecessary pain.

Raising from his spot, he jumped down to the ground below. Eileen would've looked amazing as she did this, but he hadn't earned his feathers. With a sound of confusion, the blood-addled fiend turned, hiding something dead behind his body.

"Forgive me, friend." There was no reply, just a loud roar of a scream as the man charged. Chikage's pummel bit into him and imbued, it was a force to be reckoned with and no one ever seemed to expect him to such a threat. Maybe it was his small size, maybe it was the clothes, but his sword danced through the air, blocking a saw cleaver. Such a simple weapon, but a wonderful one to hunt with. The sound of saw against sword filled the night air as music for the bloody dance, but this hunt was the same as others before it and soon, his prey fell. He lowered himself, closing the man's eyes, and asked Flora to help the poor soul. Pushing himself up, he raised his arm, ready to end Chikage's rite with a flick of the wrist, but he saw them.

Blonde hair, appearing as soft as a fledgling's first feathers, framed a handsome face. Their eyes met and the Hunter of Hunters froze for a brief moment. They weren't blood-addled, raging and running at him. No, they seemed enraptured, but maybe it was fear. He was standing there with a bloodied sword. Oh, right. A flick of the wrist stopped the weapon's hungry consumption of life. Slowly, he took steps towards them.

"Dear friend?" The statement was friendly and warm. Or he tried to have it so. "Tonight is a horrible night to be out. Are you lost? Hurt, little one?" As if the other wasn't taller than him.

"I'm not lost. I just-" Their voice was just as wonderful as their appearance and a curiosity possessed him.

"My name is Azure. Shall I return you to your home?" A tilt of a brown head and a smile. "Your family might be worried." The sword was sheathed, pistol holstered, and soon, his left hand was held out. It was a moment, but a hand settled in to his.

"I'm Kaden." So, they had a name and a wonderful one at that. The noble stored the name, wanting to know more about the one who wore it.

"It is lovely to see you that you weren't harm by my prey. It'd be saddening." Somehow, his tone got a chuckle. "Please, show me the way. I promise, on my honor, you'll be safe with me here."

#Solar Child: Azure #(I hope you like this; K-Star!!) #(it has been a moment since I've done something like this.) #gift for friends

[fretfulderp]

The story of Kieran The Witch!

~~ {:} There was once-- well more like now there's a witch! Who lives in a medium magical cottagecore witch house, With his witch things like his witch broom and Couldron.. That witches name was.. Me! Kieran! I am Kieran.. And no one else is! My favorite thing to do is make potions, fly on my broom and take care of all my magical plants in my magical witch garden, I also feed some of my weird and fantastical pets my hair every two weeks, De-end {:} ~~

{:} He shut the book {:} " Welp, That is my contribution to all witches, I hope they'll remember me for my weird magical witchiness. "

? : {:} A giant floating worm the size of his hand with one eyeball on the middle of it's head flew over and started to chew on his hair, Grabbing it with its cute tiny stringy arms that had fluff balls at the end {:} *chu *chu

{:} He leant over in his chair {:} " That is the dream shrimp pebbles. " {:} After a moment he pat it on the head {:} " Boop! " {:} Grabbing a pair of scissors off his desk he got up and cut off a piece of his hair and set it down {:}

Shrimp. Pebbles : {:} The cute worm flew over and chewed on the hair after giving him a smooch on the cheek {:}

" Maybe I'll write more later, It'll be like a collection of all my thoughts in one book! A diary I think that's what that's called, Amazing right Shrimp Pebbles! I'm gonna go speak to Fluff butter, I'm sure he needs some more emotional support to get him out of bed. " {:} He grabbed his staff and started out the room, Sure enough when he went over to fluff butters water resistant smol bed on the floor ( dog bed ) the poor guy was laying right there, Unmotivated! {:} " Fluff butter! What. are. you. doing? " {:} He knelt down over fluff butters bed, It looked like they were contemplating {:}

Fluff Butter : {:} Fluff butter was a giant fluffy snail the size of a cat made out of butter and fluffed up milk {:} " Meh, I want to go to the garden, Meh, Meh, But what's the point. "

" The point is to see all the beautiful magical flowers and fairyflies in the morning finally at full bloom! "

Fluff Butter : " Meh, Was it not destroyed by the scary storm, Meh. "

" Nope! And I'll give you your favorite treat when we get there! Dream scale! Your food bowl will be filled to the brim with urchin dust! Don't you want to come see all the Bueatiful plants fluff butter! "

Fluff Butter : " Meh, Yes! Meh, I am ready Meh! " {:} He started to move out of his bed slowly crawling towards the door, Which had been right next to his bed, Leaving a trail of whipped cream {:}

{:} Kieran's eyes filled and glowed with anticipation as he imagined Fluff Butter riding out on a beautiful stallion holding a giant spear on the side of his shell! He was getting there to the door! He was getting there! {:} " You go Fluff Butter! Your so close! "

Fluff Butter : " Meh, Meh! " {:} Fluff butter crawled between the door and the house! Slowly reaching his many snail feet down onto the ground, After a good half minute he was finally.. outside! Now it was time to make it down the porch, Good thing it was a short porch with only a few steps {:}

" Go Fluff Butter! Go Fluff Butter! You can do it! Fluff Butter for the win! " {:} He cheered, Raising his arms up in the air {:}

~~ {:} After a good 10 minutes Fluff Butter finally made it to the Garden, Kieran cheering the snail the whole way.. Eating the glittery Urchin dust out of his food bowl {:} ~~

" Such a good Fluff Butter. " {:} He pat the snails shell {:}

Fluff Butter : " Meh. "

{:} He then got up and walked to the shed grabbing a pair of sheers and a watering can out from it, He started to tend to the plants in the garden, Trimming the bushes and watering the flora {:}

? : {:} A small fairy the size of his finger was hovering by a magical flower watching as he tended to the greenery with movements like a hummingbird, Holding a tiny basket in her arms {:}

" Hello FairyFly, How was your day collecting Faun's cain! "

? : {:} She started to talk, Although it was definitely to fast and highpitch for Kieran to hear he replied anyways like he knew what it was saying {:}

" Sounds delightful! "

? : " eeeeeeeeeeeeeee! " {:} She then flew past him whilst screaming to some other Fairyflies across the garden {:}

{:} He watched as she flew away to more .. {:} " Such cute and tiny creatures. " {:} With that short but pleasant conversation out of the way, He then continued to tend to his garden, Getting puffed in the face by pufftail flowers {:} *cough! *Cough! " Hey what's up with you guys? " {:} He raised his eyebrows, surprised {:}

Pufftail : {:} The magical flowers realized he wasn't the threat and started to move showing him the scattered holes it had straight through the inside to the outside one of the flowers {:}

" Oh no! " {:} He placed his hand on the flower.. {:} " Has something been attacking you guys?- This is no laughing matter! I will conduct a thorough investigation to figure out who the culprit is.. " {:} He suddenly summoned magnifying glass, Raising It up in the air {:} " Witch Detective Kieran to the rescue! "

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" Now I will conduct a thorough investigation. You see this is no regular magnifying glass.. It's a witchy magical magnifying glass! " {:} He smiled and looked through it, eyebrows furrowed.. He spotted tiny footprints on the flower {:} " It looks like we caught a trail.. But how peculiar.. These look like Fairyfly footprints.. " {:} He sniffed, One of his eyebrows raised {:} " And, Hmm .. Fairyfly dust is in the air! "

~~ {:} I witch detective Kieran started to follow the trail 'precisely' Searching for every little magical Fairyfly detail.. *slowly places monocle on face as atmosphere darkens* {:} ~~

" Hmmm.. " {:} He followed the trail again to a different plant, He felt like he was right behind his suspect! {:}

? : " Hmmm!.. " ||| {:} She was trying to fly away from him but it seemed like he was slowly but surely catching up {:}

" HMMMMMM.. "

? : " HMMMMMM! "

{:} Eventually he moved the magnifying glass to look across the whole garden, And then.. He found the culprit! {:} " You?! "

? : " Hm.. " {:} She flew over and shoved the small basket into one of his hands, Blushing lightly {:}

" Oh.. You wanted to give me something nice for letting you and your family live here? You know it's okay you don't have to do anything for me! "

? : {:} She'd nodded at what she said, But then she spoke quite quicky and highpitch again when he'd continued {:}

" I see, well it's a nice gesture, Thank you FairyFly! But make sure not to bother the pufftails again! " {:} He pat her head with one of his fingers {:} " Investigation has ended! "

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To be continued.. Tell me if you enjoyed this little story! This is only the surface of all of my writing, I write about all my Various/Hundreds of Original characters almost all the time whenever I get the chance, I literally have two books on Wattpad filled to the brim with this writing and only a few pages are just lists or reminders, The first book has the limit of 200 pages and the second one has 161 pages as of current, Their all compiled of literally hundreds of different stories that I rarely continue, But who knows if you like this one enough I might just get enough motivation to finally continue it, And even draw some of the characters!