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dug up a very very old thing that was meant to follow a thread i never finished ): a week after the festival of mokosh and a day after daisy’s party (so last october?) reagan offered to conjure up some wings for aud, if she could give it something charged to work with. notes below

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kilnkin

pretty much immediately privated this for crimes of Irrelevancy, but like!! nah!! if i don't have time to write out what i was getting at i'll just like, say it lol

#transparency!!

dug up a very very old thing that was meant to follow a thread i never finished ): a week after the festival of mokosh and a day after daisy's party (so last october?) reagan offered to conjure up some wings for aud, if she could give it something charged to work with. notes below

#ooc #notes #who knows anything anymore. we're witchposting

meme for both of mine!!

#u don't know noir aud and i don't fully know noir aud But it might actually help me clarify some things so (:

the-disney-delete

WTF Disney: Disneyland’s ‘Goof Ball’ walk-around character, 1993.

(As if the whole thing weren’t creepy enough, why is his hat a snake?!)

enlightenedrobot

I wanted to learn more about this image… but there is nothing.

A search for “Goofy Golf Ball” “Goof Ball” and “Goofy Golf Ball Snake” and all variations thereof lead to links about halloween costumes and actual golf balls featuring Goofy.

So I searched the Disney wiki… and…

There is no 1993 variant of the character, much less one fused with a golfball.

And a reverse google search?

Four freakin results… one from twitter, the rest originating in some form to this very post! The biggest one? The one I’m reblogging right now!

What are you!? Why do you have a snake for a hat?! Are those arms or ears of flippers!

This image exists… that much is true… but the contents held within… doesn’t…

This is a window into an alternate timeline, a reality suggestive of our own but different… wrong…

A cursed image in it’s truest form, censored not only by the Walt Disney Company but by reality itself.

By pure coincidence, the right zeroes and ones that form our reality have manifested in this collection of pixels, seemingly presenting a moment from the not so distant past, but a past which is almost, but not quite, completely alien to our own.

arcelian

I FOUND HIM

I FOUND THE GOOF

he’s apparently from a 1992 Disneyland parade called ‘The World According to Goofy’ which. still explains very little but at least he’s THERE

anyway you can see Proof Of His Existence here: https://youtu.be/-zerX9hNNW0?t=4m7s

nocterm

loveamongthesailors

babes love my meat plaza

fire-withi-n

emmablowguns

Maybe people make mistakes and they end up in a private prison that they don’t wanna be in for years and they get Lynks disease. And is the right thing to do, to leave that person?

kilnkin

wheres ai did ai jinx

[aud forgets to finish her thought, moving towards a panicked moire to offer help with her phone. aud nearly falls over: too fast, too light, all off balance.]

eldritchlulz-blog

[moire, in the middle of hyperventilating, reaches out an arm to steady aud. it’s a swing and a miss: aud is suddenly far too light, and moire’s arms not nearly as strong as she’s used to. she tips them both over like dominoes.]

“i dinnae want to be a fuckin normie,” she says sourly from the middle of their tangled limbs, rubbing the back of her head.

kilnkin

aud thinks about it for a moment, trying to untangle from moire and feeling the catch of her new skin on the floorboards. maybe she does want to be a normie. maybe she could get used to it. maybe she could stay here, strings cut like she thought she might’ve wanted–

“shit no,” she agrees, wrinkling her nose. “was gonna give myself cheek implants today.”

gyeolsim

this is when misha bursts in through the –open– window, climbing ability all human muscle memory, head first onto the bed and cartwheeling onto the floor, landing on his ass.

his hair is still silver, but more silver like gray hair than silver like the inside of a shell; his skin is still glowing, but less like diffused bioluminescence and more like his skin is simply a little wet. he looks the same to the eyes, but not the same to the heart, the stomach. he stands up, reaching for moire’s hands but getting distracted by the flesh coming out through aud’s clay surface.

“jesus,” he says. there’s a hoarse rasp to his voice. “you look like that vine.”

kilnkin

"which," aud demands, staring openly at misha where she normally rolls her eyes away. she wonders if he'd take 'plain' as a compliment. she wonders if he'll feel weird holding moire's notweird hands. she pushes herself up on her elbows, and feels like she's firing again.

kilnkin

wheres ai did ai jinx

[aud forgets to finish her thought, moving towards a panicked moire to offer help with her phone. aud nearly falls over: too fast, too light, all off balance.]

eldritchlulz-blog

[moire, in the middle of hyperventilating, reaches out an arm to steady aud. it’s a swing and a miss: aud is suddenly far too light, and moire’s arms not nearly as strong as she’s used to. she tips them both over like dominoes.]

“i dinnae want to be a fuckin normie,” she says sourly from the middle of their tangled limbs, rubbing the back of her head.

kilnkin

aud thinks about it for a moment, trying to untangle from moire and feeling the catch of her new skin on the floorboards. maybe she does want to be a normie. maybe she could get used to it. maybe she could stay here, strings cut like she thought she might've wanted--

"shit no," she agrees, wrinkling her nose. "was gonna give myself cheek implants today."

wheres ai did ai jinx [aud forgets to finish her thought, moving towards a panicked moire to offer help with her phone. aud nearly falls over: too fast, too light, all off balance.]