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@biancajoffre
Hiii I loved your story about mouse king and Clara me and my twin sister we in joy reading it please do more please ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😭🙏
Aww!!! That's sweet to hear! I'm glad you two enjoyed it. I don't know if I'll be able to write more since it needs a LOT of work. But I'll let y'all know here if there's more a-coming!
SAVE THE OWL HOUSE!!!
Boy, I haven't been here in a long time. Anyways, fans of The Owl House! Let's band together and demand for more! We shall be King's army! Luz's supporters! And Eda's followers of the Bad Girl Coven! The creator of the show wants to make more, but Disney says, "Nope!" I demand more Owl House and they shouldn't have the right to end it early or make the creator shorten the episodes. I thought we were gonna have a full 19, 20 episodes for Season 2. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but it turns out that episode 10 is the last episode for the season. Now I don't know about you, but that's just insane! I mean, I heard season 3 was gonna be just three episodes but I thought, at least, we would have season 2 to fill us with it's story. Nope! Apparently, not! Everyone! Infinity Train may have a bigger fanbase, but that's because they lasted longer. Owl House has only been around, what, a year barely? But if Infinity Train can get their show back or whatever, then we, fans, should do the same for The Owl House! Get your phones and prepare them thumbs! You've got a lot of hashtags to do! Those who don't have many social medias, maybe make a simple video and post on YouTube saying, "We want more!" Or explain why you love the show so much and why it should be extended. I feel like this won't mean much, but I really, REALLY love The Owl House. It is a very unique show and just seeing Emperor Belos's face tells me a LOT is going on. I also want to see more of the coven leaders and see their powers, especially after meeting Darius and Eberwolf. Come on, guys! Let's support Dana Terrace and her show!
#savetheowlhouse
A mistletoe comic commission for @misterparanoia
Lol that ending!! XD But this is cute X#
Get the song on Bandcamp! https://endigoskyborn.bandcamp.com/ I'M SLEEPING! Enjoy this epic symphonic rock song "starring" Markimoo :D Original video: https:...
My jam for the rest of my life. It’s like he’s singing an opera!
Olga Malyarova
Beautiful like a golden swan or an owl!
We’re so close. SO CLOSE.
The White Bears Bride premiers soon.
The Crippled Belle (Part One) by Bianca Joffre
(The Cruel Prince is the prologue to this story)
Once upon a time, there lived a happy young maid, beautiful and kind, but suffered from an illness that made her legs weak. The village doctor gave her medicine, her family helped her exercise, but nothing had ever worked. Nothing would heal her legs. Four years walking with broken bones, and yet she continues to move forward. Her precious friends was celebrating the maiden's 20th birthday when suddenly the greedy Mayor knocks at her door. Her friend opens the door and the Mayor announced, "For being the weakest you shall be this year's sacrifice to the Beast at Cursed Castle, in exchange for this town's freedom! Men, take her!" The Mayor's men took the crippled maid away from her friends and family while the villagers mourn and weep, and then shouted at the Mayor angrily. The Mayor had made a deal with the Beast: send the most beautiful lass in the village each year, and your village shall prosper. The Mayor's daughter was the last beauty, but he did not want to give her up to the Beast, so he sends the crippled maid instead to at least satisfy for this year's sacrifice.
The crippled girl was taken away on a coach, but by luck she manages to escape. She forced herself to run in the rain, even if it means bringing pain to her weak legs, and hid from the Mayor's men. When she lost them she continues to walk forward tiredly in the cold rain until she found herself in an enchanted garden. Her weak legs could not support the girl's body anymore, so she collapsed on the soft, earthen ground. Unconscious yet she dreams; she dreams of being carried away by strong arms to a magical world unlike any other. She felt warmth. A Belle like you is what he needs, A Belle like you is who he pleads. Show him the meaning of love, Set him free like the mourning dove. When the crippled girl opened her sleepy eyes she finds herself in a warm bed suitable for a queen, and a warm fireplace blooming with blazing life. The girl was warm and dry in her silk nightgown; and sitting on the nightstand was a tray of hot tea. She pours herself a cup and took a sip after blowing it cool. "I wonder who saved me? And where am I?" She asked, and then forced herself to leave her warm bed tiredly. The crippled girl was still too sore to walk, but she wanted to thank her savior for finding her. She went downstairs slowly and found the dining room with a full table of delicious meals and yummy deserts.
The crippled girl's eyes went wide with delight and her stomach growled loudly. "I'm sure the master wouldn't mind," said the crippled girl as she took a seat and began to eat. Color was brought back to her cheeks when she finished her meal; a bright smile formed on her pretty face when she felt a presence nearby. She turns to look, and gasp; it was the Beast! He was indeed horrifying like the townspeople said, but then he bowed and apologized. "Forgive me for startling you, dear beauty. My ugliness cannot be changed. I am a Beast after all." The crippled girl stared up at the huge beast, which made the Beast growl softly. "Does my face frighten you, my dear?"
"No!"
"LIAR!!!"
The Beast had pulled the crippled girl's arm as she shrieks in pain not from her arm but from her legs as they ache and hurt again. She was removed from her chair forcefully, but holds on tightly to the Beast's huge arm while crying softly as she bit her lip. The Beast froze when the girl held on to him desperately while her legs dragged on the floor, limp like a rag doll's. He felt her grip tighten around his arm while pain writes all over her face.
"You . . . can't walk?" asked the Beast as he gently lowers her down. "A crippled . . ."
The pain was too much for the crippled girl, enough that she couldn't say a single word, only cried. The Beast felt shameful, even more so than ever, and quickly calls for his servants. Animals dressed like elegant servants came in and helped the poor girl and comforted her. The Beast quickly exits the dining hall, hiding his twisted face with his cape, while the crippled girl cries again. Poor, pitiful girl, so fragile and weak. She was the one beauty, who could not run. To be continued . . .
(If you guys want to read the rest of this story then go to this link https://theprose.com/BjDreamer where you can read this story and my other works. Hope you enjoy it!)
The Cruel Prince by Bianca Joffre
Once upon a time, there lived a kingdom ruled by a greedy selfish prince. Anybody who dared disobeyed him would be punished severely. One day three elderly hags visited his castle and asked for food and shelter. The prince, however, couldn't care less for three hags, especially the crippled hag in blue, so he declined them all and pushed them away. But the hags were more than what they appear to be. They transform into three beautiful maidens, all young and magical, as the wise enchantress in blue spoke: A heart as cold and vain as yours Should live a life on all fours. With a wave of her wand, and the chants from the other two, the prince turns into a hideous beast with huge paws and sharp teeth. The gentle enchantress in yellow chants: Only true love will break this curse, The most powerful magic in the whole universe. The beastly prince roars in pain while the sassy enchantress in lavender adds a warning: Find your beloved before your 22nd birthday Lest you be a beast forever; better not stray, okay? The beastly prince pleaded the three enchantresses, but they refused him just as he did to them coldly. They also placed the spell over everybody else who lived in the castle, and took their leave once they had finished their business. The blue enchantress, however, stops and casts one final spell to the castle garden. In addition, take care of these innocent roses, They'll warm your heart, too, so don't oppose this. The beast had no intention of raising roses, he was too furious to care about plants, but he couldn't say no either and was forced to raise them anyways. For years the beast ordered his servants to find him a suitable lady from every village and town, but every maiden fled from the castle just from seeing the beast's ugly face. With every fleeing maiden a rose wilts and dies causing the beast to lose all hope, yet he still continues to tend to his roses, lonelier than ever. A beast you shall be until love arrives Never leave this castle until your life thrives. If the roses wilts and dies, Then so shall you, and everyone inside. The spell's song from the enchantresses haunts him still in his dreams and in every waking hour he lives, tormenting him to no end. Roaring furiously in broad daylight, yet howling pitifully at nighttime after a hunt. Poor, pitiful beast. Will he ever find love? Years have passed until finally . . .
Quick doodle. Good game overall! It’s a shame there won’t ever be a sequel…
THERE SHOULD BE A SEQUEL!!! I FREAKIN’ LOVE THIS GAME!!!!
The Minstrel Queen by Bianca Joffre
Once upon a time the Minstrel Queen performed the most beautiful music and dances in the whole kingdom. Rumors says she can sooth a dragon's rage with one song. Many suitors from all over came to the Music Kingdom to ask for the queen's hand in marriage. She had one request: "My future king has to perform for me with feeling. If his feelings can reach me, then he shall have my hand in marriage." Many suitors performed for the queen with empty love songs and poems. She felt nothing from them. Among the suitors was the Crow King, who was growing very impatient. So he kidnaps her, and takes her back to his hidden castle in the trees. The Crow King orders her to sing, but the Minstrel Queen refused. Whenever the Crow King leaves his castle the Minstrel Queen would sing to the land. The trees surrounding her felt pity for the poor queen, so they lend their branches for her to walk upon on. The Minstrel Queen climbs down, but the Crow King sots her and dives in. But the trees capture him in a cage of thick branches. The Minstrel Queen thanked the trees and escapes. From that day on the Minstrel Queen would sing every day for the trees from the bottom of her heart.
Hook’s Poem by Bianca Joffre
Greatly, he sail’s along Through the seas, never wrong Sailing on his Jolly boat Following that boy. His story never fades at all Watch out for his sword, Children call him codfish I call him Captain Hook.
All the stories we’ve been told Of the boy, brave and bold, But I for one want to know Hook’s story unfold. Standing there looking fine, was the captain in red, Neverland is his home, Smee’s his only friend.
And the crocodile’s here, and the Injins are there, Beware that elegant Hook, before death is near.
His glimmering dashing eyes, Haunts you more than the night, His promises are wicked lies Children, please don’t cry. In a shade of crimson red, sword in his hand He was born innocent, ‘til he meets Pan.
Oh, listen to my song at night His charms swoon the woman’s pride He will get inside your mind, Hook in red dye. When he promise, “I give my word”, turn and run away For Captain Hook twists his words, and leads you astray.
Heck yeah, that’s true!!! We need this to survive!
Happy Valentine’s Day, my lovelies!!!
Now, I have been wondering. My followers, what is it that you like about my tumblr page? I’ve been curious for a while because I never really thought anyone would like my material. It always surprises me when someone starts following my here. So, as my followers, is it okay for ya’ll to answer my little question: Why do you follow me?
A Million Tears by Bianca Joffre
My heart is like a storm I cry a million tears In rage there is thunder With a faint booming sound. Burdens in my grey clouds Too heavy for me to hold Yet hidden in those dark clouds Are the bright rays called hope. I desperately called out Hoping someone is out there But no response was heard, So I cry, "No more! No more!" No more pain and sorrow I detest this side of mine Please throw away THIS life, But don't take away MY life. I want my beating heart, The one I fought for, Not this pain and misery I ask for it no more. My heart is like a storm I cry a million tears Yet those years are needed For the flowers of my land. Grow my pretty flowers, Grow while you still can For if you never blossom... You never will again.
Britta the World Witch by Bianca Joffre (did this ‘cause I was bored)
Once upon a time, there lived a witch, Who could fly into many realms. Britta, the Witch of Worlds, Has come to visit you.
Take her hand and soar with her For she will show you her favorite places. Listen to her beautiful songs And you will become wiser.
She watches over her many worlds, And protects them with her life. Young witch, why do you do this? "Everyone deserves to live peacefully."
Britta, you make everyone smile and laugh, Brave and strong, calm and right, But who protects you, young witch? Why are you so alone?
"I may be alone, but it shall not last, For I know my pain will go away, So don't feel sad for me. I know I'll be saved."
I’m a wrestler!
I’m Batman!
I’m a bird.
Rebloging because this just makes my day. ^^
Sir Red-Fur by Bianca Joffre (this poem was based off I dream I had few years ago)
Traveling with a tall, red-fur mouse, We found a box of abandon mouse dolls, Dressed like soldiers, but had no legs. We feel pity for them and move on, But then they came to life and attacked. They were angry; we don't know why, But we ran away and escape. Dawn came, here I am, So I face the Mouse Guards With needle and thread in hand. One by one, I make and sew New legs for all of them. Now here they are, loyal to me, With Sir Red-Fur as their general, And his cadet, Sir White-Fur.
