Ruby Tuesdays

Would you do it for a R00by snack? Original Changeling in the Janus Order Sideblog, follows back from intoxicatiing Please read about before interacting

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                          ❝    ONCE UPON A TIME                                                           There was a spider in a library                                                            With moon-bright eyes                                                            That could see every world…   ❞

                                    THE LADY RUBY

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[changeling-mama]

Cheeky Chickens 01

@ice-demigod-skrael, @flamekeeperbellroc

Are you sure she is here? 

She must be. Where else would such strong magic reside?

And she will not suspect our presence?

Not in the least.

Jane had brought Lady Blanche Rabbit and The Good Dragon to school. It was their turn out of the toybox, after all, and she had two whole empty seats next to her. After kissing her mother bye-bye for the day, she spent a good many minutes arranging a few books on the chairs so that The Good Dragon could see over the desk. He was even shorter than Jane, after all, and even the smallest, fluffiest student deserved to see the board.

Through the bustle and chatter, a bell tinkled, signaling the start of class. Obediently, the students quieted down and faced the front where Miss Lenore stood besides her own grown-up sized desk. 

“Good morning, little farm animals!”

The class answered in a variety of animal sounds. including Jane in her own little voice. She was the smallest in the class by far, but she’d at least try to keep up with the others. 

“Whoa, that’s a lot of animals out on the farm today! Let’s see.” She raised a hand as if to shield her eyes from the sun, making a show of counting the number of students. “Let me check. Are all my grumpy goats here? Hello, grumpy goats?”

A table of five children sat below a laminated drawing of a goat. The children baa’ed.

“Good job. Now how about my captivating cows? Are all my captivating cows present?”

Another table moo’ed and lowed. 

“And my pleasant piggies?”

Oinking from the respective team.

“All right, looks like everyone is here but -- wait. Where are my cheeky chickens?”

Jane in the back pulled Lady Blanche Rabbit into her chest, unsure if it was really necessary to cluck out loud. She was the only one at the table, even though there were other empty seats at the other three locations. It was clear she was present.

Miss Lenore, however, seemed to decide that it wasn’t good enough. She raised a hand to her ear, and raised an eyebrow. “Huh. That’s strange. I didn’t hear any cheeky chickens, and I know we have one. Where’s my last chicken hiding?”

Jane flushed, and buried her face in the rabbit. She inhaled, half-wishing to disappear before Miss Lenore said anything else when --

“We were not hiding! We were simply late.”

All eyes shot to the front, including Jane’s. There stood two taller kids, one with a shock of white hair and blue as can be, and the other one had hair so rad that it made her think a little bit of a volcano. 

Neither of them had backpacks, but the blue one handed Miss Lenore a slip of paper. “I do beg your forgiveness,” he said. “We got lost on the way here from … um.” They looked to at the red one, who seemed to be busy scanning the classroom to help. 

Then, after a moment, the red one realized, and piped up, searching for words. “From...the office.”

“Yes -- yes the office. We are new here.”

“Yes. New students.”

“In your class.”

“This class.”

“And we are cheeky chickens indeed.”

Miss Lenore said nothing for a moment. She looked at them both. The blue one, with their heavy black coat, and the red one with their thick, dark glasses. She had never looked so lost, and Jane found herself wondering if these were even kids at all. They looked almost like cartoons brought to life, with how brightly they were colored. Within moments, however, Miss Lenore collected herself and nodded. “It says here your names are Bellroc and Skrael?”

The pair nodded in turn. Bellroc was the red one. Skrael, the blue.

“Do you have a last name?”

“Foolish mortal,” Bellroc declared. “Those are our names. First, last, and only.”

“Well!” Miss Lenore gasped, just as Skrael elbowed Bellroc in the side. “I don’t know what your parents taught you, but we don’t use insults here.”

“What?” they hissed, eyes on Skrael, then, realizing their mistake, they turned back to Miss Lenore with gritted teeth. “Oh. Excuse me. Our … parents … told me I have to learn to be nicer.”

“Which is why we are here,” added Skrael.

“Yes. We are here. To learn.”

Miss Lenore fumbled. “Right. Of course.”

“Now, good instructor, teach us to be, as you say, cheeky chickens.”

Miss Lenore coughed, and nodded, suddenly turning bubbly and bright once more and turned to the class. “Excellent. We do actually have some space available in our chicken coop. Do I have a volunteer to help these two find their seats?”

At the table, the other two kids looked pointedly away. Jane found herself the only one still facing forward, if half-hidden behind a stuffed rabbit. She still struggled to speak, but, with more strength than needed to push a mountain, she managed to lift one of Lady Blanche Rabbit’s hands. 

Miss Lenore clapped. “Excellent job, Jane. Kids, why don’t you two go over there and let Jane help you get ready. I have to, um. I have to go ask a few questions. Can you all sit tight for ten minutes?”

The class all nodded. 

“Great job! Now, you two go get your seats and I’ll be right back.”

“We can see the chairs clearly ourselves,” Bellroc announced.

“Of course. I see you're two very clever kids.”

And with that, Miss Lenore made her way out one door. In came a high school student, decked out in dark colors and countless bracelets. 

“All right, animals. You know the drill. No noise, or else I tell. Okay?”

“Okay, Sam,” the kids intoned.

Sure enough, Sam dropped into Miss Lenore’s chair, slapped a pair of headphones on, and began to bob their heads to music. Skrael made a note to inspect their music-making device later, but Bellroc was already on their way across the room. He rushed to catch up.

All eyes were on the pair as they made their way to the table furthest from the board, backed by a bookcase and a row of cubbies with children’s names on them. Jane, afraid of being teased for having two stuffed animals that day, stood up to clear off The Good Dragon’s seat of books and hide him carefully away in her little cubby.

“I’ll see you at lunch. Be good, and I love you,” she whispered, and kissed his forehead before turning back to see the two new kids standing over her chair.

“What’s that?” Skrael asked.

“It looks like some sort of child’s toy,” said Bellroc.

“This is a child’s place of work. Everything here is a child’s toy.” Ignoring the stares, Skrael reached out to grab the toy by the ear, but he’d barely reached it when --

“Don’t touch her!” Jane darted over, scooping up the rabbit and squeezing her tight. “She doesn’t like being touched by strangers.”

Skrael chuckled, but Bellroc leaned forward, inspecting the rabbit. “Does she? This toy has feelings and preferences?”

“Yeah.” Jane nodded, looking down to smooth out the rabbit’s fur. “Her name is Lady Blanche Rabbit. She’s kind of shy, but she likes to brush her ears, and her favorite food is star-shaped sprinkles, and her dad is the king of a secret forest. She came here to save her people, but she has to do it in disguise.”

“Fascinating.” They stood up, pulling Skrael in close to whisper. “Do you know what this means, Skrael?”

“That this is going to be hilarious?”

“No-- you fool. Focus. This child has trapped the soul of a noble in her toy.”

Skrael’s eyes lit up, and he turned to Bellroc. “An infant necromancer.”

Bellroc grinned. “Or a warlock.”

“Either way, useful.”

“Indeed, and --”

“Excuse me,” Jane said, finally drawing their attention back to the room. “We’re not allowed to tell secrets in class. It makes people feel left out.”

Skrael put on their best smile. “Of course. You must forgive us, we are still new to the ways of this world.”

Jane nodded. “I understand. My mom’s from Europe. She says it’s hard to get used to new places. Are you from Europe?”

A pause. Then, Bellroc nodded. “Yes….we’re from Europe. How clever of you to know.”

Jane smiled. “That’s so cool. I bet you know a lot of languages. Um. You can sit next to me, if you want. There’s two chairs right there.”

In fact, there were four. Bellroc and Skrael chose the ones directly across from Jane, and grinned. “You probably know a lot about this place, don’t you, Jane?” Bellroc asked.

She nodded. “I know a little bit, yeah.”

“And, seeing as we are new and From Europe, you would not be against teaching us, would you?”

Another nod, more hesitant. “If you want, I can teach you.”

“We promise not to touch your Lady Blanche,” Skrael added.

“Lady Blanche Rabbit,” Jane corrected. “She likes her full name to be used.

Skrael snickered. “A more than understandable request. Lady Blanche Rabbit, it is a pleasure.” He inclined his head into a mocking bow. 

Jane manipulated the rabbit’s hand to make it wave back. “She can’t talk, but I think she thinks you’re cool.”

Another snicker. “Lady Blanche Rabbit, you have no idea.”

[zarahartist]

There is something spiteful and yet open-hearted about you.

[universallypanned]

au where Rosalie gets to snack :3 

[ondriaprice]

[charli-xcx]

Psycho (1960) dir. Alfred Hitchcock

[changeling-mama]

Unfortunately, little baby friends don’t tend to stay little, or baby

@ice-demigod-skrael // @flamekeeperbellroc

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father of the year

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Mächen waving to fans while in Paris (2018)

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i am a lion

(via)

[changeling-mama]

fear-before-valor​:

Jim froze, as he was forced to look down to see this new person. Oh no. That was a child; that was very much a young child.

He plastered on a smile, then, though his shoulders were stiff with discomfort, as he placed his sword in its ‘put away’ position on his back. “Ah… Yes… I am.”

He stood there awkwardly for a moment, before he took a breath and tried speaking again, “Uh… you said ‘too’, um. Are you also a… warrior…?” 

The smile was fake. She was young and gullible, but she could see something about him that made the smile fake. But she was also soft-hearted and wanted to help in some way or another. He was probably angry about being interupted. She’d try to make it short.

Still, though, a bit of pride swelled in her little heart as she took a half step forward to answer, “I’m gonna be when I’m big. I’m still learning. You have a sword already, though. You must have been learning for a long time, huh?”

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Jennifer’s Body (2009) dir. Karyn Kusama

[fear-before-valor]

Deep!Jim Short Starter for Jane! @changeling-mama: 

Jim had been blowing off steam in the woods, taking out restless energy by running through that stupid training he couldn’t get out of his head– it had been so ingrained in the original’s; it had left him with the itch of urgency and duty under his skin… it was vile– when he noticed that he wasn’t alone. 

“What do you want?” he demanded, growling at the person. 

[changeling-mama]

She was supposed to be tracking her mother, following the subtle trail left in the woods. Broken twigs. Scratched dirt. But now there was someone else here -- someone who had to be like her and Ruby. Not quite human, not quite troll. He certainly looked it, anyway. She watched quietly from beside a tree -- but flinched at the roughness of his voice.

Her voice failed her, and she stammered for a moment, before finding the words. “Are you a warrior, too?”

[changeling-mama]

CHARACTER FLAWS &&. STRENGTHS

↳ Bold what applies to your muse! Please do not reblog this, and make your own! Tagged by ( stolen from an old rp blog because :-) )

⚔ FLAWS

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | pessimistic | forgetful | impulsive | vengeful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky

♛ STRENGTHS

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | loyal

Tagged by: @strickjagger​

Tagging: Anyone Who Hasn’t Done it Yet

[changeling-mama]

ice-demigod-skrael​:

Of all the things Skrael had been prepared to handle that day, a child had not been one of them. 

He blinked, staring downward at the whelp, before glancing up and around, looking for the thing’s guardians. When he saw none, he frowned, and met the child’s eyes once more. 

“I am what?” He asked, deciding to crouch, to get closer to her level on the forest floor. “Are you confused, child? Perhaps, lost? What are you doing in the woods alone? It is… dangerous out here.” He said, well aware that he himself was one such danger.

Not to an innocent, lost whelp, of course, but a danger nonetheless. 

Though, perhaps he could, himself, be a danger to whatever had intent to harm a young… there was a sense of magic about the thing. A young tro– no… wait. A young changeling. Interesting.

Whatever the case, he would not allow the child to be harmed, until he could find a suitable place to leave her, with a vetted and safe caretaker. In fact– “What about a guardian? Do you have one?”

“You’re it.” She pushed herself up to her usual hunch, opening and closing her hands uncertainly. “Don’t you know tag?” Even adults knew tag, though almost none of them played it. It was probably against the rules to play tag once you got big enough to do paperwork. 

“No, I know where I am. My Maman brought me here. She’s the meanest thing in the woods, so I’m not scared, even though it’s okay to be scared sometimes.” She regards Skrael for a moment, green eyes lighting up in the dim. “Do you know her? You look like her, a little bit.”