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THIS BLOG IS ON HIATUS

Yeah, it’s sort of expected. I haven’t really been active on this blog because I’m so busy. I’m really not sure when this hiatus will end but I guess it doesn’t really matter. I don’t think I’m disappointed many people anyway. So yeah.... This hiatus hopefully won’t be too long. Until next time.

#ooc #hiatus

pinesconefacts-blog

WELCOME TO HELL WELCOME TO HELL WELCOME TO HELL WELCOME TO HELL WELCOME TO HELL WELCOME TO HELL WELCOME TO HELL WELCOME TO HELL WELCOME TO HELL WELCOME TO HELL WELCOME TO HELL

#//yep basically

wirtoverthegardenwall

"Wirt?" The red haired girl called out to the darkness of the woods. The light of her candle flickered as a slight breeze passed by. Beatrice had to be careful with it. She couldn't find her lantern so she settled for a colonial candle holder to help light her way through the Unknown. If the light went out, she'd never find who she was searching for. "Wirt?" Beatrice called out once again in hopes of her friend hearing her. "Are you out here?" Though she hoped he was, Beatrice was not so sure.

The night was cold and damp as it usually was this time of year, the fall leaves either crunching or squishing beneath his feet, depending on how wet each one was. Wirt stopped in his tracks, lantern raising slightly as he heard a voice in the distance. He squinted into the darkness as though it might reveal something…then like a bullet Wirt was off into the darkness. What was Beatrice doing out here in there middle of the night? The Grim and the Beast were out there, she could get hurt!

He skidded to a halt when the dim light of her candle came into view. “Beatrice!” he exclaimed, walking towards her. “What are you doing out so late? You know it isn’t safe!” He looked her over with a scowl, making sure she wasn’t injured.

feistybluebird

The night was growing colder and just as Beatrice was about to turn back hopelessly, she heard the familiar sound of leaves crunching in the distance and quickly turned to it. The sound was fast and sharp and coming right toward her. For a moment, Beatrice feared the worst, but her fears were subsided and relief as soon as she saw the familiar face. “Oh there you are, you knucklehead.” She smiled a bit, though her smile faltered when Wirt had scowled at her. “Hey, relax Wirt. I’m fine! I just…” Beatrice paused. What was she to say? That she just wanted to see him? That she wanted to make sure he was alright? Or that she was upset at him for not visiting her?

Yes, Beatrice wanted to say all those things. But she didn’t. Somehow it seemed too childish and, more importantly, too wanting. That is the last thing she wants to sound like, especially to Wirt. “If it isn’t safe, then why are you out here, hm?” She asked, resting her free hand on her hip, trying to pin the question on him.

wirtoverthegardenwall

Well, she was being snarky and rude, so she was probably fine. Wirt rolled his eyes. “Leading a lost soul home. Ya know, doing my job?” He shook his head a little, hooking the lantern to his belt. “And why are you wearing that dress? It’s freezing out! Geez.”

Without a second thought Wirt removed his own cloak and placed it over her shoulders, clipping it closed. “There, that’s better. Now, how about I take you home, hmm?”

feistybluebird

“I–” Beatrice began to snap back how her dress was fine in this weather, but Wirt was faster. She blinked a few times before looking down at the cloak she was now wearing. It was so… soft. And she definitely felt warmer than before. Perhaps she hadn’t realised how cold it was? For a moment, Beatrice focused on the sensation of warmth the cloak gave. Then she gently grabbed the hems of the cloak from the crack in the middle and pulled it closed even more.

She looked up at him with furrowed brows and slight pout to her expression. “….Alright fine, I guess…. Thanks.”

wirtoverthegardenwall

“You’re welcome.” He smiled warmly, his classic smile he used on nervous lost souls, it was a bit of a habit now, but that didn’t mean he didn’t mean it. “Come on, let’s get going.” He headed down a path that had appeared from nowhere, but was obviously heading back to her home, taking a pace he was sure she’d be able to keep up with.

“You still haven’t told me what you’re doing out here,” he noted, glancing back at her without missing a step over each root and rock.

feistybluebird

She quickly followed after her friend, keeping up closely and quietly behind. Well this wasn’t going the way she wanted at all, though honestly, she didn’t know what she wanted to happen. It was sort of a last minute decision to come out here in this cold at night to see him.

When he spoke up, her brows twitched and furrowed. Beatrice didn’t really want to say anything anymore, especially to that question. “Well I… wanted to see if you were ok out here. I-uh. I heard a loud noise and I thought it might’ve been you.” She quickly lied on the spot. A loud noise? Really? She should have thought of something else.

wirtoverthegardenwall

He snorted softly and rolled his eyes. “Beatrice, I’ve been out here for a long time now, you know I can handle myself.” After a moment of thought he smiled teasingly at her. “What? Did you want to see me?~” He chuckled a little and ducked from the punch he knew was coming long before he even spoke. “Easy, easy! I’m kidding!” He laughed with a grin.

feistybluebird

When she missed him, Beatrice growled a bit. She had half a mind to try and punch him again. But she didn’t. Instead just looked away with hesitation. She didn’t say anything for a while, but after a minute or two, she halted in her tracks and looked up at Wirt, her expression a bit forlorn. “Who said it was your job to be doing this...” She started. “To be leading ‘lost souls’ home?”

#wirt-otgw

cayteecat

The Holy Trinity

running-with-toast

the unholy quadrangle

punkalien

the unholy pentagon

skleero

not as popular as the other shows, but…

the unholy hexagon

cartoontees

the unholy heptagon

#//THE STEVEN AND MORTY FALL OVER TIME SHOW

fandom-stylings

ALEX, THAT’S NOT WHAT SHE MEANT.

#//MMMMOH MY GOD

bunchofrpmemes

Character Flaws

gemvy

Character Flaws

Bold the ones that apply to your character:

#musings

wirtoftheday

Today’s wirt of the day has been brought to you by: MY LITTLE BROTHER IS A BALLOON AND HE’S GONNA POP HELP

#otgw

wirtoverthegardenwall

"Wirt?" The red haired girl called out to the darkness of the woods. The light of her candle flickered as a slight breeze passed by. Beatrice had to be careful with it. She couldn't find her lantern so she settled for a colonial candle holder to help light her way through the Unknown. If the light went out, she'd never find who she was searching for. "Wirt?" Beatrice called out once again in hopes of her friend hearing her. "Are you out here?" Though she hoped he was, Beatrice was not so sure.

The night was cold and damp as it usually was this time of year, the fall leaves either crunching or squishing beneath his feet, depending on how wet each one was. Wirt stopped in his tracks, lantern raising slightly as he heard a voice in the distance. He squinted into the darkness as though it might reveal something…then like a bullet Wirt was off into the darkness. What was Beatrice doing out here in there middle of the night? The Grim and the Beast were out there, she could get hurt!

He skidded to a halt when the dim light of her candle came into view. “Beatrice!” he exclaimed, walking towards her. “What are you doing out so late? You know it isn’t safe!” He looked her over with a scowl, making sure she wasn’t injured.

feistybluebird

The night was growing colder and just as Beatrice was about to turn back hopelessly, she heard the familiar sound of leaves crunching in the distance and quickly turned to it. The sound was fast and sharp and coming right toward her. For a moment, Beatrice feared the worst, but her fears were subsided and relief as soon as she saw the familiar face. “Oh there you are, you knucklehead.” She smiled a bit, though her smile faltered when Wirt had scowled at her. “Hey, relax Wirt. I’m fine! I just…” Beatrice paused. What was she to say? That she just wanted to see him? That she wanted to make sure he was alright? Or that she was upset at him for not visiting her?

Yes, Beatrice wanted to say all those things. But she didn’t. Somehow it seemed too childish and, more importantly, too wanting. That is the last thing she wants to sound like, especially to Wirt. “If it isn’t safe, then why are you out here, hm?” She asked, resting her free hand on her hip, trying to pin the question on him.

wirtoverthegardenwall

Well, she was being snarky and rude, so she was probably fine. Wirt rolled his eyes. “Leading a lost soul home. Ya know, doing my job?” He shook his head a little, hooking the lantern to his belt. “And why are you wearing that dress? It’s freezing out! Geez.”

Without a second thought Wirt removed his own cloak and placed it over her shoulders, clipping it closed. “There, that’s better. Now, how about I take you home, hmm?”

feistybluebird

“I–” Beatrice began to snap back how her dress was fine in this weather, but Wirt was faster. She blinked a few times before looking down at the cloak she was now wearing. It was so… soft. And she definitely felt warmer than before. Perhaps she hadn’t realised how cold it was? For a moment, Beatrice focused on the sensation of warmth the cloak gave. Then she gently grabbed the hems of the cloak from the crack in the middle and pulled it closed even more.

She looked up at him with furrowed brows and slight pout to her expression. “….Alright fine, I guess…. Thanks.”

wirtoverthegardenwall

“You’re welcome.” He smiled warmly, his classic smile he used on nervous lost souls, it was a bit of a habit now, but that didn’t mean he didn’t mean it. “Come on, let’s get going.” He headed down a path that had appeared from nowhere, but was obviously heading back to her home, taking a pace he was sure she’d be able to keep up with.

“You still haven’t told me what you’re doing out here,” he noted, glancing back at her without missing a step over each root and rock.

feistybluebird

She quickly followed after her friend, keeping up closely and quietly behind. Well this wasn’t going the way she wanted at all, though honestly, she didn’t know what she wanted to happen. It was sort of a last minute decision to come out here in this cold at night to see him.

When he spoke up, her brows twitched and furrowed. Beatrice didn’t really want to say anything anymore, especially to that question. “Well I... wanted to see if you were ok out here. I-uh. I heard a loud noise and I thought it might’ve been you.” She quickly lied on the spot. A loud noise? Really? She should have thought of something else.

#wirt-otgw #//ah thats good!!#I hope you feel better!#also sorry for the late reply

mortiiest

“O-Okay, okay, I-I was just- just makin’ sure, i-is all.” He didn’t have much more to say in retaliation, fairly certain that if he tried to come up with any sort of comeback he would just wind up stuttering for an indefinite amount of time before giving up and trailing off. Either way, Beatrice’s reassurance managed to do the job it was meant to do, and Morty eased up a bit as they walked.

That didn’t stop him from walking straight into her when she paused so suddenly, though. Incidentally, his current level of anxiety didn’t seem to help at all with his infamous clumsiness. He opened his mouth to utter some sort of complaint about how she should give him some sort of warning before stopping like that, but she spoke up again before he had the chance to, and her next words were met with sullen sort of frown.

“Y-Yeah, jeez, you- you don’t gotta talk to me l-like I’m a kid, y’know. I-I can follow directions just fine, o-okay? I-I’m- I’m actually pretty good at that!” A small pause. “Even… E-Even if my grandpa w-would say otherwise.” He mumbled that last bit as his eyes darted off to the side. He was silent for a few moments afterwards before looking back towards Beatrice, but avoided looking her directly in the eye.

“Wh-Where are we goin’ anyway? I-I mean, n-no offence o-or nothing, but… D-Do you even… know where we’re going?” His frown grew a fraction of an inch as he wondered what her pause had been for in the first place. It wasn’t as if the path she described was very complex or was in need of any specific course of action to be properly traversed, yet here they were, practically hiding in the bushes.

feistybluebird

Quickly, she turned back to him, resting her hands on her waist and raising a brow. She wanted to snap something back at him. Something like how she was the one in charge and he had to listen to her annoying orders because of that... But that would be mean, and Beatrice didn’t want to come off like that, so she held it in. How old was this kid anyway? I mean, from the way he acted, Beatrice thought maybe he was just a bit younger than her... but he looked about the same age as her. Maybe older? Yeah she didn’t know. Maybe she’d find out later.

“Well I would assume you’d be good at following directions because if not, You’re probably gonna end up somewhere very opposite of where we want to go.” She explained. Beatrice glanced back at the lit house and grumbled just a bit, barely noticeably and then began to go around the bushes. But when Morty spoke up again, she stopped and glared back at him. “What? Of course I know where I’m going! We’re going to get you home!” She retorted, “And to get you home, we gotta get to Pottsfield.” Beatrice continuing her route around the bushes as she spoke. “What point would there be if I didn’t know where we were going? We’d just both end up lost and trust me, I don’t want to be lost with you.”

Her steps started to quicken and her posture was slightly lowered in a sneaky fashion once out in the open. She hesitated and looked back at the boy. “Come on, slow poke!” She waved him over. If they were going to get to Pottsfield, he had to keep up.

For a brief moment, she wondered how he would react to the people in Pottsfield. The thought somewhat amused her. But now was not the time to get amused. She quickly continued her sneaky trek by the house and upon reaching the small rock bridge, hopped on one of the rocks. Why be so sneaky? Well with a house full of 12 people, at least 2 are looking out the window. She hoped Morty could get by without being caught.

#mortysinchez #//im so sorry for the late reply #im full of things #mmmmmmm #;n;

//I am so sorry I have not been active. I am having a hard time keeping up with everything I’m doing. I’ll try to be more active?? And I’ll get out replies as soon as I can

#ooc #//too many things #too mANY

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innxcuus

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wirtoftheday

Today’s wirt of the day has been brought to you by: when we can’t find our way home

#//MMMMM HOHOH #otgw

wirtoverthegardenwall

"Wirt?" The red haired girl called out to the darkness of the woods. The light of her candle flickered as a slight breeze passed by. Beatrice had to be careful with it. She couldn't find her lantern so she settled for a colonial candle holder to help light her way through the Unknown. If the light went out, she'd never find who she was searching for. "Wirt?" Beatrice called out once again in hopes of her friend hearing her. "Are you out here?" Though she hoped he was, Beatrice was not so sure.

The night was cold and damp as it usually was this time of year, the fall leaves either crunching or squishing beneath his feet, depending on how wet each one was. Wirt stopped in his tracks, lantern raising slightly as he heard a voice in the distance. He squinted into the darkness as though it might reveal something…then like a bullet Wirt was off into the darkness. What was Beatrice doing out here in there middle of the night? The Grim and the Beast were out there, she could get hurt!

He skidded to a halt when the dim light of her candle came into view. “Beatrice!” he exclaimed, walking towards her. “What are you doing out so late? You know it isn’t safe!” He looked her over with a scowl, making sure she wasn’t injured.

feistybluebird

The night was growing colder and just as Beatrice was about to turn back hopelessly, she heard the familiar sound of leaves crunching in the distance and quickly turned to it. The sound was fast and sharp and coming right toward her. For a moment, Beatrice feared the worst, but her fears were subsided and relief as soon as she saw the familiar face. “Oh there you are, you knucklehead.” She smiled a bit, though her smile faltered when Wirt had scowled at her. “Hey, relax Wirt. I’m fine! I just…” Beatrice paused. What was she to say? That she just wanted to see him? That she wanted to make sure he was alright? Or that she was upset at him for not visiting her?

Yes, Beatrice wanted to say all those things. But she didn’t. Somehow it seemed too childish and, more importantly, too wanting. That is the last thing she wants to sound like, especially to Wirt. “If it isn’t safe, then why are you out here, hm?” She asked, resting her free hand on her hip, trying to pin the question on him.

wirtoverthegardenwall

Well, she was being snarky and rude, so she was probably fine. Wirt rolled his eyes. “Leading a lost soul home. Ya know, doing my job?” He shook his head a little, hooking the lantern to his belt. “And why are you wearing that dress? It’s freezing out! Geez.”

Without a second thought Wirt removed his own cloak and placed it over her shoulders, clipping it closed. “There, that’s better. Now, how about I take you home, hmm?”

feistybluebird

“I--” Beatrice began to snap back how her dress was fine in this weather, but Wirt was faster. She blinked a few times before looking down at the cloak she was now wearing. It was so... soft. And she definitely felt warmer than before. Perhaps she hadn’t realised how cold it was? For a moment, Beatrice focused on the sensation of warmth the cloak gave. Then she gently grabbed the hems of the cloak from the crack in the middle and pulled it closed even more.

She looked up at him with furrowed brows and slight pout to her expression. “....Alright fine, I guess.... Thanks.”

#wirt-otgw #//pshh its fine!#you ok though?

feistybluebird

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Send =.= for my muse to do an impression of yours

“Ooh look at me! I’m Wirt and I’m a pushover! Jump off a cliff? Sure why not!” Beatrice teased in a low imitating voice, waving her arms around.

“Poetry and clarinet are basically all my talents! Oh and can’t forget about my weird extensive knowledge on interior design! Where did Greg go??”

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“I do not sound like that!” Wirt huffed, crossing his arms. He faltered for a second, anxiously shifting into a more neutral stance. “Do I?”

feistybluebird

Beatrice shrugged with a sly smile. “Sorry, Wirt but you kinda do!” In all actuality though, she obviously did know that Wirt didn’t sound like that. She tended to over-dramatize when It came to impressions. You couldn’t deny it was funny though! Well, to Beatrice at least.

“Ah come on, I’m just teasing!”

#pilgrim-poetry #//ehhh its fine!!

“Treasure Chest Opened! You Acquired a black turtle!”

“Huh. Cute, I guess? I’ll keep it as a friend. I’ll name it.... Ceatrice! You know like ‘Beatrice’ but Ceatrice because C..... comes after.... B....”

“Yeah that wasn’t good.”

#ask meme #Anonymous

"Treasure Chest Opened! You Acquired: The bird scissors! Probably should have geven those to you earlier, t be honest. My bad.”

“Well this is fine but I don’t even need them anymore! Maybe if I turn into a bird again, I guess??”

#ask meme #wanderingxworryxwirt

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