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A large house of sandstone stands, white framed window panes catching the meagre sunlight that peers through the grey clouds. In front of lush hedgerows and gravel paths is a simple black mailbox. A young butler walks down the pathway and unlocks its door with a squeak, taking out its contents. He flicks through the small stack of letters, smiling at the name printed on most of their fronts. Lord Percy Cunningsworth. The man walks back to the house, but when he reaches the door he looks out to the front one last time, curiously. Then he nods quietly to himself, and closes the door behind him.

Percy’s commentary will be in orange and he will use the tags #percy and #percy rb.

Franklin’s commentary will be in red and he will use the tags #franklin and #franklin rb.

When I (the mod) make comments/posts, it will be bracketed off {like this} and posts will be tagged with #mod and #mod rb.

Posts with commentary from both characters will have the tags #p+f and #p+f rb.

I have my own original characters that feature (most prominently Adelaide who’s commentary is in pink). They will be tagged #sfth oc and #oc rb.

There are a few minor characters who have appeared such as Old Lady Margery, Cecily(oc) and Salo(oc), but they will not be prominent featuring characters.

This blog also managed to spawn a sister blog specifically for Sam the raccoon at @sam-fur-raccoon!!! I am not the mod for that blog but go check it out if you like the chaos <3

details and navigation tags under the cut!

#shoot from the hip #sfth #shootimpro #sfthposting #sfth fandom #sfth rp #sfth roleplay #perklin #perclin #percy cunningham #percy cunningsworth #franklin #wlp #we love poetry #percy #sfth oc

(Another audio transcript.)

Man 1: I— I heard someone! Hello…. Who are you? Where are you? Help me, please….

Man 1, distorted: Hm… seems someone heard you after all. Lucky. But can they help you?

[Pause]

Man 1: Better hope they can, than think they can’t….

Man 1, distorted: I can’t get you to stop hoping, can I? [Sigh] If someone can hear you, then maybe get up and do something about it.

[End]

Who is this? There’s something wrong with this whole thing…

Well, hey, it looks like they’re getting some kind of help, that’s a good sign?

#p+f #ask #sfth rp #transcripts #aug126 #sfth roleplay

[… I uhh…. Hold on… I gotta get back into the mic voice.]

[King stretches, before jumping out of Percy’s arms. It doesn’t seem to want more attention. It doesn’t leave, though, instead walking around both men casually, staying on guard, should the other, bad voice come back.]

[That was the person who reported my fuck ups to The Higher Ups and got me demoted. They have also gotten quite a few people unfairly demoted or worse and they keep getting promotions, bonuses and raises from it. They like being an asshole and they know us narrators can’t leave our posts so we can’t do anything about it.]

[I hate them.]

{huh, didn’t know. my mistake}

(They both watch the cat stalking around while exchanging glances. They’re still unsure how to respond to what’s happening, the mere concept of this whole situation baffling them.)

Wow, they have terrible coworkers in narratorland too. It sounds awful though, I’m sorry to hear it.

That is terribly unfortunate. (Percy then frowns in thought) You can’t leave at any point? How does that- I mean, do you just do this for as long as the cat lives…?

#p+f #ask #sfth roleplay #sfth rp #king of the world #aug126

[Annabelle doesnt register Percy has her down on the grass until he covers her hand with his. Annabelle sniffs loudly staring at the grass and grips Percys hand tightly trying go ground herself]

A: "It was horrifying! We...fuck. Fuck. Look at me. I weren' lyin when I said I turn into a blubbering mess..."

[She sniffs again wiping at her face putting her free hand into the grass and taking a deep breath as she focuses on what hes saying but she cant look at him directly, a familiar look of shame crossing her face]

A: "Percy I've killed for her and would do it again. I... I'm not a good person Percy. Not anymore and it doesnt scare me like it should. And I... love her. So much it hurts but the fear of losing her... she-"

[Annabelle stops talking looking up at Percy as if hes said something she never considered. A flush spreads across her cheeks despite the tears that brim in her eyes]

A: "I... Butch... in love with me? I..." [Annabelle looks hopeful but wipes at her nose trying to grapple with this] "I... she wouldnt run but how could she love me? I ain't nothing but a sinner with blood on her hands!"

[Annabelle chews on her lip and stares up at the sky and lets out a shaky laugh]

A: "I... I always pictured us runnin away. Get a job in some town that pays well enough where Butch can spend her time crafting her art. Small place with a garden. Maybe own a few chickens. Stupid ain't it? I... never told anyone because its stupid. Aint possible... right?"

[Annabelle chews on her lip lost in thought again]

A: "I ain ever thought about what would happen if she did but aint that just false hope? Settin myself up for failure? How did you do it? Get the stones ta risk it all? Wait no... thats too much...sorry I am a mess!"

[Annabelle glances at Percy and it looks like she was about to hug him but is to embarrassed about her outburst to even try]

{Please forgive her Percy she is a dumb lesbian}

{Annabelle... my love. Listen to Percy}

{Panicking, crying and rambling}

{Get her to have to fight and shes a loose canon}

{My sweet girl}

(Percy feels a little more security in his choices when Annabelle seems to appreciate having a hand to hold, and he takes it as a good sign.)

Oh- Please, don’t say that. You are not a bad person and you know it. Annabelle please believe me when I say that.

(Her insistence was almost irritating, really. Genuinely, how is it possible for her to see herself in such a terrible way? Still, he listens, waiting for her to finish before he voices his thoughts with the intention of making clear to her that she’s being entirely unreasonable.)

…Alright. Look, the way I understand it, Butch looks at you like you put the sun in the sky, but you’ve convinced yourself that you don’t deserve her because of what you’ve both been through. But you can do bad things and still deserve good. Maybe thats hard for you to believe but it’s true.

I mean- Why would leaving be stupid? Why wouldn’t it be possible? So long as you planned a little ahead, and I’m certain your father would be happy to help, you could go somewhere that made you happy, live with the people you love. You deserve it after everything.

(Percy starts to realise that he’s monologuing a little, that he’s relating this to his own experience too much, but he can’t stop himself now that he’s begun) I- and I know it’s scary, telling someone you love them, but it’s not hopeless. You might try to convince yourself that they couldn’t love you the same way, that your feelings are less significant, that it would be impossible anyway because the nature of your relationship is deemed unfit by the world. But at the end of the day the feeling remains, and you won’t have closure until you say it.

(It’s only now that he notices that he’s been gesturing with his hands while still not having let go of Annabelle’s, and thusly waving her arm all over the place, and he stops) Oh- sorry, I hadn’t- sorry.

#percy #ask #sfth rp #sfth roleplay #annabelle’s letters #welcome to the cunningsworth estate #jul326

[So Percy had been told about the situation. Perry had hoped Franklin would’ve kept quiet but then again him and Percy seemed awfully close. While Perry could tell that Percy was taking the situation seriously, he couldn’t help but feel that ‘a pity’ was an understatement.]

[It took a moment for Perry to realise he was staring at the tiled floor. He doesn’t bother looking up at you, though, instead letting his eyes wander around the church.]

“A pity… yea…. I thought Franklin hadn’t told you. Guess I was wrong…. Can we talk about something else? Like maybe… I don’t know actually. You got any ideas?”

[In spite of the emotions that Perry had clearly been feeling, he looks fine now. It’s a very sudden change from his previous somber behaviour. He looks at you, hoping you have any conversation topics.]

(Percy realises he may have said or done something wrong when he sees Perry’s despondent reaction. Was Franklin not supposed to tell him? Franklin told him everything, —well, everything he could— that was something important to them. He knew how Percy felt about hiding things, but maybe that was wrong in this situation? Does it count as a secret if it isn’t Franklin’s? Was this even considered Perry’s secret? He wasn’t sure but he couldn’t help feeling guilty about it, feel the need to explain it, whatever it was.)

…There is very little Franklin doesn’t tell me. The last time he withheld certain truths from me I was… it didn’t go well. (He remembers it all too clearly. It was their only ever real fight, but it felt so awful. The anger. The grief. The uncertainty. Percy tries not to think about it too much, but it plagues him whenever he remembers it.)

(He still feels a bit sorry and considers addressing the issue that seems to have settled in the air, but instead chooses to do as Perry suggests. If he didn’t want to talk about it, there was no reason for Percy to force it on him. Or did he just want to follow the easier path)

I- alright, uhm... (Percy looks around the church again in search of a conversation idea, eyes passing over stained glass windows and carved stone pillars and-)

Percy?

(A familiar voice calls out from the door, though it’s quite distant and no person seems to come into view just yet) Percy, where are you?

#{they are in miscommunication central rn}#{so what if i just made everything so much worse? :D}#p+f #ask #sfth roleplay #sfth rp #the other percy #doppelgängers #jul326

(Looks like an audio transcript.)

Man 1: Is— is anyone there? Valentina? Rose, dear? Can you hear me? Please… I can’t see anything. I— [Sobbing] Please… it’s cold[?].

[Pause]

Man 1, distorted: Get it together. Your family can’t hear you. If you don’t want to die, then you need to find a way out by yourself.

[Pause]

Man 1: W— what… I can’t see…. How am I [Unintelligible]

[End]

{uh hi}

(Percy reads the transcript first, concern written all over his face) Do- do you know who sent this?

…No, it doesn’t seem to have any return address. Once again.

Well, what do we do then?

I don’t know. I don’t… I don’t think there’s anything we can do except hope I suppose.

(Seeing Percy’s discomforted expression, Franklin puts a hand at the small of his back) Hey, we don’t know who this is, maybe it’s a theatre script or something? Let’s not jump to the worst conclusions.

#p+f #ask #sfth roleplay #sfth rp #transcripts #<- {tag subject to change later on}#jul326

“I… don’t know— maybe? It’s not uncommon for him to just disappear but… I mean— what if something happened to him! I can’t find him! What if he’s hurt or…!”

[Lucy begins to hyperventilate, the embers in his hair pulsing with his breathing but luckily not catching fire. Tears are forming in his eyes but they don’t last long as the heat coming from Lucy makes them dry away fast. Oddly enough, the heat doesn’t reach Franklin.]

- The Ember Twins, Lucifer.

{damn I wrote something. I’ve been in a writing slump lately. Don’t know if that’s changing but here’s to hoping.}

(Franklin looks like he’s about to reach out, but pulls his hand back when he notices the glow of ash emanating from Lucifer. He expects the warmth to become uncomfortable, but it keeps away. He chooses not to question it in favour of solving the problem) Hey- hey, I- look, I’m sure he’s fine wherever he is, and- and even if he isn’t, he can surely handle himself. How about you and I can go look for him together, maybe he’ll show up?

#{writers block caught everyone this summer hey 😞}#franklin #ask #sfth roleplay #sfth rp #the ember twins #visitors #jul326

[King isn't trained but it is smart and clearly loves you so you can probably just tell it what not to do.]

[King rolls affectionatly in Percy's arms, when suddenly it perks up. It looks up into the air where it was looking when it was attacking Ribbon. It bares its teeth at the air and-]

[...]

[The hellcat conjured something? Interesting. I'm sure The Higher Ups would love to hear about that. Well, continue your work, narrator. And stop talking with the idiots on the other side of the fourth wall. You wouldn't want to get fired. You know damn well you're on your last chance. Got it? Answer me. Fine, be like that then.]

[...]

[A little after the new voice has dissapeared, King seems to calm down. It stays alert but still begins sinking back into Percy's arms.]

[... i am so fucked.... they even took my lunch.... i am so sorry you have to hear that....]

Well that’s good, at least. It wouldn’t be a problem if we had to train it but we would probably need some kind of-

(King turns to the sky again and Percy shifts his hold so he can stop it from jumping away and soothe it.)

(Someone else speaks and both men freeze, Franklin’s hand moving to Percy’s shoulder cautiously. They are both silent for a moment, listening. Then the voice leaves and they share a glance, unsure what to do.)

…So it was the cat. A little bit rude if you ask me-

Who was that?

#p+f #<- {how long has it been since i’ve used that tag? feels too long}#{king how i’ve missed you}#{also note to anon: just so you know you are allowed to send your asks even when i have storyline cap!}#{you’re still in the middle of the story so you can still come by}#{you don’t have to ofc but i’m just making sure you know :)}#{i love my anons}#ask #sfth rp #sfth roleplay #king of the world #jul226

[Annabelles anxiety lessens as Percy looks at her and smiles. Its a beautiful smile that makes her heart warm though she can still see hes a little distant]

[She knows she didn't say anything wrong. She doesnt need to measure her words around Percy. Even if this was the first time they were meeting in person they'd gone through alot together over letters]

[Hearing him laugh is a beautiful sound and a grin breaks out onto her face hearing him say her name]

A: "Damn fuckin right I am! Annabelle Parker! Baker extraordinaire! Best shot-"

[Whatever she was going to say dies in her throat as Percy gives her that look and those words slam into her with the force of a stampede of wild horses]

A: "I... I... Percy what... why..."

[Annabelle glances ahead of them checking to see if her father and Adelaide are within earshot as if shes afraid of anyone hearing this]

"We were talking about you and Franklin! Why'd ya have to bring that up? I... I..."

[Panic zaps her blood and she tries to calm herself but shes a mess. She fidgets with her fingers and stares at the ground avoiding his gaze for a minute before finding her voice]

A: "I... I wanted to tell her. Trust. Before the Henry shit. Fuck. Percy I... tried okay? I tried but I fucked up! I tried to tell her but what came outta ma mouth was 'lets rob a bank'! I was so fuckin dumb. Tried to take it back but Butch... my girl... shes ride o die Percy. She didn question it!

I'm fucked up Percy. Honest to fuckin gawd. I thought in the heat of the moment with the adrenaline and the masks it would make it easier to confess ya know? Wearing a mask feels safe... but it never came out. I tried again and she didnt even let me finish ma fuckin sentence. Assumed I wanted ta rob another bank and I tried to talk her out of it but she looked so disappointed so... that's why the robberies started..."

[Annabelle is breathing heavily as she brings her trembling hands to her face as tears begin to leak out of her eyes]

A: "And that led to Henry findin us. Tryin to take me, hurting Butch n Arthur. Daddy... he... Percy he..."

[Annabelle chokes on her words clearly distraught but grits her teeth shaking her head desperately trying to will away the emotion]

A: "Everytime I try somethin happens! N even then, that's not even takin into consideration that theres the chance I'll fuck up what we got when she dont feel the same way. She n Arthur got real close and she deserves to find a man who can love her for who she is... not this bumbling coward who thought robbing a bank was easier than a confession"

{Percy: smol, skittish}

{Also Percy: Hey you didnt notice you said this thing so lets make it the main focus and forget my issues. Please and thank you.}

{Annabelle loses her goddamn mind. Not sorry.}

{They do have alot wrong with them dont they?}

{I love them your honour}

(Annabelle falters, and Percy realises that maybe she wasn’t as prepared to talk about this as he thought. As her nervousness builds, so does Percy’s regret for asking at all, and he finds himself at a loss for what to do.)

Oh I- Shit, Annabelle. You- you mentioned it and I just assumed you were ready to talk when I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to cause you distress I...

(He watches her dissolve into her explaination with a sympathetic, slightly worried look. Let’s rob a bank. It’s almost laughable what they get up to, really. Listening to her, Percy remembers everything they’ve done and now that he’s hearing it in person, it’s starting to feel more real. He doesn’t know what to make of that.)

(Then she starts crying and his worry increases tenfold. He stops her walking with a hand on her shoulder and they stand in the middle of the pathway together, Percy with no clue what to do or how to help. He looks around and sees that Adelaide and Sammy are much further ahead, seemingly oblivious to what’s happening behind them. Well, they could catch up later. He tries to think of something to say, something comforting or assuring, but his mind turns blank. Still, he tries anyway) Oh- Annabelle. Gosh, I know, it was awful, wasn’t it? Where- oh, let’s just sit down, okay?

(He guides her to a relatively soft looking patch of grass before sitting beside her. Once she finishes speaking, he bites his lip, contemplating how he should respond. Then he covers her hand with his own, hoping it’s the right move) Please don’t say such things, Annabelle. You’re the last person I would ever consider a coward, believe me. And you can’t just say you don’t love her for who she is after everything else you’ve said about her!

You- look, I know it’s scary. You don’t know if this will impact your friendship or if it’s worth it at all. I’ve been there before. But you know Butch, more than anyone else in the world. What if she reciprocates? It’s not like she would abandon you at the drop of a hat, is it? If you’re going to drown yourself in the possibilities, at least acknowledge the pleasant ones too.

#{i need you to be picturing him with Those Eyes okay?}#{not quite the yearner ones but the “close to tears pathetic wet paper towel man” ones because he is clueless}#{/said with affection}#percy #ask #sfth roleplay #sfth rp #annabelle’s letters #welcome to the cunningsworth estate #sfth oc #jul226

[Perry was well aware of the circumstances of Percy’s time. He himself had been in the equivalent of his mid teens when being queer was legalised, so it wasn’t like he was unfamiliar with that kind of prejudice. Still it kinda hurt to know that Percy was right that it still persisted.]

[Perry wouldn’t say he was caught off guard by the question. All things considered, he should’ve expected it even. However, he still found himself unprepared to answer. He took a moment to collect himself, looking around the church for nothing in particular, before managing an answer.]

“Well, I almost had someone. We’re still friends but it’s far from the same…. He asked me to be his partner and I just freaked out, rejected him, emotionally lost it and then came running back saying I was sorry and stuff. He told me that a relationship involving someone with attachment problems was probably not a good idea. I have been working on that but… yeah. Neither of us have brought it up again….”

[It really hurt to talk about it again but, it was also a little nice. The only ones who actually knew about the situation were Franklin, Perry’s mom and naturally Perry and Chester, so actually talking about it was nice.]

{small reminder that Chester is being a jealous of a raccoon while this is happening.}

(He turns so he can better listen to Perry, resting an arm over the back of the pew with his hand fiddling with a lock of hair behind his ear. Percy notices the use of the word “he”, as well. His assumptions were correct. Presumably.)

(Listening to the story, Percy starts to get the feeling he’s heard it before. Then he realises that Franklin once told him that Perry had asked him for help handling the situation. He remembers Franklin saying that he seemed quite stressed and uncertain. He had responded with hopes that it would all be resolved soon. But despite this, hearing it told again reminded him that it was a rather unfortunate tale.)

(His hand stills before he speaks again) Oh, that is a pity. You know, I think I do now recall Franklin saying something about this. You wrote to him at the time, no? Either way, it’s good to hear you’re working towards bettering the situation. That’s all one can ask for.

#percy #ask #sfth rp #sfth roleplay #the other percy #doppelgängers #jul226

{Hi, just wanted to say i’m opening story submissions again! i’m probably only going to take on one or two, so if you’ve got an idea lined up, get it in their post box now! i’ll see you there :D}

#sfth rp #sfth roleplay #mod #jul226

[Perry could only hope the small smile he gotten, meant that he had succeeded in assuring Percy that he didn’t care about his relationships like the people of the poet’s time. They should probably- isn’t Percy uncomfortable sitting like that?]

[Perry is suddenly very aware of his own position and stretches his arms and back to become comfortable again. It doesn’t work. Percy is saying something but the fairy isn’t paying too much attention. Finally, though, Percy rights himself and Perry can pay attention again.]

“Alright. Sorry for cutting you off, it had just been distracting me for the past ten minutes. You can continue your thought now.”

[Well, as much attention Perry could pay to anything that wasn’t about bugs or music (or Chester). Good enough.]

{I have suggestions. Too many. Feel free to mix and mash to your liking. Two Percys and a deck of cards, Doppelgängers, Church talks, Organ music and a weird door, One of those top secret meetings for people with the same name (<— definitely too long), Wrong place wrong time, Good thing they use different nicknames, Bug nerd vs Poet. I have more but this is getting long already.}

Oh, don’t worry about it. I… (Percy stalls, trying to pick up where he left off) Oh, right. I was saying… how do I put it? It can be difficult, having a- a relationship like this. I don’t know if there’s similar things that you encounter, but I wouldn’t be surprised if such prejudice’s persisted throughout history.

But, despite the hardship, I think it’s worth it.

(He stares off for a moment, seemingly thinking out loud to himself) Please let it be worth it.

(He shakes his head, banishing the train of thought before it could take him somewhere he didn’t like) But anyway, I’m just rambling now, you don’t have to entertain it. What about you? Do you have any romantic pursuits? If you care comfortable telling me, of course.

#{CRYING these are golden 😭}#{(percy)^2 would be funny if i could do the upper subscript thingy}#{hmm i think for ease of tagging i’ll go for doppelgängers}#{but thank you for all the options}#percy #ask #sfth roleplay #sfth rp #the other percy #doppelgängers #jul226

[Annabelles need to hug Percy grows as he follows as he clearly struggles to get the words out and makes himself smaller. God. Butch did that too. After Chase...]

A: "Oh yeah. Paper don have eyes to peer into ya soul and make the thoughts quiet, yknow?"

[Annabelle quiets herself watching him speak. Her heart aches for him. Despite the pain, the turmoil she can see love. His utter adoration for Franklin]

[She tries not think about her own struggle with Butch. How most viewed Butch less than the strong beautiful woman she was. Her love and respect for Percy ran deep. The man was braver than he gave himself credit for-]

[Annabelle flinches a little hearing the venom in his words, her hand reaching out to grab him but she forces it to drop. Clearly 'nothing' means everything when it comes to Percy.]

[Once they reach the fork in Annabelle grabs his arm gently trying to bring him to slow down further. She smiles softly at him]

A: "Percy, o' my darlin Percy. Livin in the city I saw plenty o' that. Class makes or breaks ya. Back before I moved down the country I thought it made sense. How it should 'work'... while I know that structure helps keep law n order... its *fucked*. Country folk ain' so snooty but fuckin hell. They're worse. Judging people by their looks, the way they talk, the colour of their skin"

[Annabelle pauses trying to find the right words]

A: "I... fuck knows that I want to be able to hold Butch and proclaim my love for her but the people are so fuckin scared of what they don't understand they'd rather make ya a villain than open their shitty little minds..."

[Annabelle puts her hand on his shoulder softly]

A: "Ya ain bein unreasonable at all, Percy. Society is shit! Always wantin ta make us conform but we need to follow our hearts. You have each other n I..." [Annabelle tries her hardest not to let her voice shake with emotion] "its fucking beautiful, darlin. I wish I had advice on how to deal with the discomfort but your love is beautiful. Don' ever make anyone make you think otherwise. Maybe that's our role y'know? To help pave tha way for the future. With our love and compassion...."

[Annabelle hates the burn in her eyes, in her chest. Look at her. Talking as if she wasnt still hiding her love for Butch deep inside herself. Shes such a hypocrite and she shakes her head trying to desperately not to cry]

[Percy needs her. She cant fucking cry over Butch right now. What kind of person would she be if she did?]

{Oh Percy}

{I will wrap you in bubble wrap and hide you away from the world}

{No Annabelle did not just admit her feelings out loud without realising. You're wrong. ;D}

(Percy feels a hand at his elbow and turns to look at Annabelle. She seemed to do that a lot—reaching out comfort in the form of physical touch. He smiles at the thought. Of course she would.)

(Then she mentions Butch and remembers the contents of her most recent letters. Well look, she was admitting her feelings for Butch to him, so that’s a good sign! He noted to himself to talk to her about it once she finished speaking. They needed to establish how unreasonable of her it was to tear herself apart over a friend who clearly reciprocated her affections-)

(Her hand moves to his shoulder and he forcefully brings himself back to the present conversation. Stay focused.)

(Percy is almost startled by the earnestness with which she offers her good will, the genuine hope she speaks of. “Beautiful”. Her father had said the same the day before. It still sounded foreign to his ears. Was this something he would have to get used to now?)

(Not that it was a terrible thing to become familiar with. The fact that these people believed in love more than anything, more than the whole world, despite it all… what wonderful friends he has. How lucky was he?)

(He shakes his head with a laugh, at a loss for what to say) You really are something, Annabelle Parker. Thank you.

(He then recalls his earlier thought and smiles at her with a raised eyebrow) Though, you have reminded me of your situation with Butch. Do you… plan on telling her any time soon?

#{i love everything wrong with them}#{just a wall of text and very little dialogue idk how that happened}#percy #ask #sfth rp #sfth roleplay #annabelle’s letters #welcome to the cunningsworth estate #jul226

[You type in the password to the lock screen of the laptop, using the hints that sounded very familiar... hopefully what is in this laptop might give some idea as to how the owner knows about these personal things]

Password: gentlemanpigeons

[A pause, a breather. You hope this works and click enter]

[A circle of dots, it's loading.... Success!]

[There is a start up sound and the windows desktop appears, sticky notes start to fill the screen when it suddenly goes black]

[Maybe it didn't work?]

[Then the screen fills with green text, lots of numbers and code fill it up, before the letters and numbers all mix together and appear as a racoon-like face]

{just imagine there's like some ascii art of a raccoon here lol}

[then this face slowly becomes real, a squished stripy face against the screen, the laptop heats up and sparks start to fly as this creature now has the opportunity to escape and is trying it's hardest to!]

[You drop the laptop onto the floor as it becomes too hot to hold and light flashes as the creature bursts out! Splaying onto your floor.]

[The laptop screen turns blue]

An unexpected error has occurred - Please contact tech support.

[there goes the idea of figuring out how the hell they knew about your life... unless you could get it fixed... a later problem]

[More importantly the creature is there, it's real. And it's a raccoon!- Wait... it's a lot longer than a normal raccoon... and a lot skinnier...]

[As it gets up off the floor, you can see the characteristic mask shape and markings on it's face that makes you think you were mistaken, but then you realise, this isn't a raccoon- it's a ferret!]

[It gets up on it's hind legs and scans the room]

[Mission successful - Friend Retrieved!]

(Franklin let’s out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when the laptop opens, but his relief is short lived as the screen goes dark.)

(Then binary fills the darkness and Franklin thinks to himself Christ, it’s like a fucking movie.)

(Franklin drops the device to the floor and takes a few steps back, hoping against hope that the carpet wouldn’t catch fire. He braces himself in front of the screen, readying himself to catch a flying raccoon if needs be.)

(Then the creature tumbles out with a bang, and Franklin kneels in front of it. He watches it stand curiously, unsure what to do, and then he realises. What stands before him is not a raccoon.)

…Fucking shit- Uh, hello?

#{W H A T}#{OH MY GOD}#{w h a t}#{i am speechless}#{ferret friend}#franklin #ask #sfth roleplay #sfth rp #raccoon friend #the raccoon #jul226

[Perry regrets asking when he sees Cunningsworth’s discomfort. He doesn’t stop him from answering though. The fairy considers casually moving to a different topic or making a joke but decides that probably isn’t a good idea. Instead he puts the deck of cards down and carefully separates Percy’s hands to get him to stop picking at his skin. Perry searches for eye contact for a moment and then sighs before speaking.]

“Please don’t tear your hands up about this. I promise that will not judge you on something normal. I was curious and, frankly, I don’t give a shit about gender, so don’t worry. I’m not telling anyone else without explicit permission either.”

[Perry lets go of your hands and leans back on the pew.]

“Must be nice to have someone you can love like that. So, does your back hurt? You’re sitting really awkwardly against the side of the pew. Pews are already uncomfortable to sit on, so….”

(Percy allows him to take his hands but he instinctively curls them into fists, before forcibly letting them go. Perry sighs and he prepares himself for the worst, but it doesn’t come.)

(As Perry talks, the tension slowly bleeds out of him, struck by the gentle tone of his voice. For his… inclinations to be described as “normal” was certainly something new to him. Well, new with the exception of what Franklin tells him every so often. Still, it was unusual for Percy to hear it from anyone else. The way he spoke about it so simply, so genuinely threw Percy for a loop. He didn’t know what to say. What should he say? He should say something.)

That… Thank you. You are very kind to say such things.

(He looks like he wants to say more, but can’t find the words, so he settles for a smile hoping it conveys something akin to how he feels.)

(As soon as his hands are given back to him, Percy instinctively starts fiddling again, but then he realises what he’s doing and pauses. He hesitates for a second, then decisively clasps them together. He chuckles softly when Perry speaks again) Yes, it is lovely. It can- (He blinks at you and shuffles in his seat when you comment on it, crossing his legs over) I- no, I’m quite alright, thank you.

#{look}#{percy isn’t quite going to cry}#{but i}#{personally}#{am going to cry}#percy #ask #sfth roleplay #sfth rp #the other percy #jul126 #{also i feel like i should make a tag for this specific encounter but idk what to call it any suggestions?}#doppelgängers #{<- jts here!!!}

A: "It is lovely. I had many so many dreams about this, ya know? When we first started writin' to each other. Crazy ta think its finally reality!" [She pauses smiling softly at him] "Damn weird, not havin a paper between us eh-?"

[Annabelle pauses hearing Sammy grunting in surprise]

[Sammy looks at Adelaide, a grin spreading over his face as Adelaide speaks]

S: "Always rushin' around like a wild horse. Never change Addy." [Sammy laughs earnestly and nods in response to her question]

[Annabelle feels nerves buzz under her skin as Percy looks at her again but she nods. She does her best to ignore the ache in her chest as Percy mentions Butch]

A: "Alright. Let's go then. I do wanna see what ya parks are like!"

[Annabelle grins watching her father get dragged along by Adelaide, so much happiness and joy in his eyes it makes her own burn with emotion. They'd been through hell and her father deserved all the happiness in the world]

[Annabelle turns her gaze to Percy slowing down her pace to not leave him behind. He looks a little lost. She wants to hug him but has to resist the urge to smother him. Its ironic. She has faced death, fought hunters but seeing her darling Percy upset gives her so much anxiety she doesnt know what to do with herself]

[She takes a breath and touches his shoulder gently but continues walking beside him]

A: "No pressure ta talk but I am here, darlin. Whats botherin ya?"

(Percy doesn’t look at Annabelle to acknowledge her, but he sighs and wraps his arms around himself) Well, it’s nothing much, just…

(He pauses, struggling to find the words he wants. Then he shakes his head) God, it was somehow easier to do this in letters, wasn’t it? (He tries for a laugh, but it falls flat. He visibly deflates as he resigns himself to his fate.)

It’s Franklin. He just- I don’t know what it’s like in America, but here, your class defines your worth, your whole life. Franklin and I… in the eyes of society, we are far from equal. The fact that we’re both men isn’t the only thing we would be despised for. He is my employee.

(He spits the word out with venom, clearly unhappy with saying it. He turns his face away) I hate it. It feels wrong that he works for me and I don’t do anything for him. He says he doesn’t mind, that the work is pleasant, but it’s still… uncomfortable. But there’s also no other way for us to be together without drawing attention. We’ve talked about it before, Christ we’ve talked so much I’m sick of it.

(He unfolds his arms and puts his hands in his pockets as you reach a fork in the road, following Adelaide and Sammy down the path on the left) I know I’m being unreasonable, that what we’re doing now is the best way forward for us. But still, the discomfort remains. I suppose there’s nothing to be done about it. And I’m sure I’ll get used to it. (He sighs heavily) Not that I want to. But that’s the reality we’re living in.

#percy #ask #sfth roleplay #sfth rp #annabelle’s letters #sfth oc #welcome to the cunningsworth estate #jul126

sam-fur-raccoon

[As Sam and Franklin wait patiently for a response, Franklin still a bit confused and concerned about another chaotic raccoon, a strange whirring noise comes from inside a cupboard]

[An "old" (well technically a futuristic in this time period) printer sits there some how powered on, with no plug socket… It seems to be printing out a message]

FreN!!! (AnD Franklen! HeLo! u HaLp Me?!)

I got Ur letTeR! I dEteRmINe to Halp! o7 o7 o7

[oh no they've gotten into the emojis somehow and now are spamming the salute emote]

I VeRy SnEEky! I wInd My Wae iNtO voId, SeE lOts of nUmbrs, 0100110011001 <--- like this!! SoMe How fInD wHicH sTickYs uSed MoSt!!

I tHinK theZe stickies mIgHt Be ImporTant!!! o7 o7

[There is another screenshot of two sticky notes, with some sort of clue to the password]

"1. WLP, Percy may not be a gentle man but he is a ---------"

"2. Considered a feathered pest, but they are beautiful. Also our audience. They are -------"

AlsO i ThInk… SticKies StuCk behind passWord, y wood yOu Put PasWorD oN StiCkY????? (May b Tall MaN a BiT siLly? LiKe ME!)

I TrY v harD to HoLd mY pOwEr!! WhEn U unLocK, Me tRy tO BREak oUt!! TiME pEnEtrAtioN! (I ThInk ThaT wat It CalLed??? I LeaRnInG FrOm PicTuRes I seE!!)

MaY b seE U SooOn ??????

FrIENd :) :) :) o7

{ this is a lot of fun but also a lot of thinking!! I can't believe I didn't realise the sticky notes would be behind the password how did I manage to miss that???}

[Sam sits on the bed staring at the laptop waiting for something to happen. He chirps impatiently but forces himself to wait. His friend will have gotten the message. He needs to be patient]

[Sam grumbles as more time passes but hops off the bed and rubs his head against Franklin in an attempt to convey his thanks for helping. He is not Ink man but he feels very warm and solid against his fur. Friend.]

[It considers going to check his den to see if there's any response but Sam senses something strange. Something that feels like his magic but he's sitting there trying to be patient what-]

[It squeaks as a strange whirring noise startles it and he hisses out instinctively darting behind Franklin in shock before realising its coming from... what? why is this noise coming from inside the closet on the other side of the room????]

[They let out a nervous sound and begin to edge closer towards it but they pause as the noise... why does it sound familiar? They tilt their head waiting a few seconds before Sam realises that... it sounds like a printer???]

[The world dips as Sam moves and lands inside the closet and does indeed spot a printer whirring and making noise. The smell of this ink smells somehow exactly like his friend!!!! The friend got the message! And... made a printer appear?]

[Oh. Oh. If his friend is like him perhaps that means different abilities? Sam has never met anyone like him before and the prospect makes him chitter excitedly!]

[Sam cant resist chewing on the edge of this paper as it is being printed before catching himself. Franklin! Franklin can help!!!]

[Sam makes a louder noise hoping it'll get his attention]

sugar-fortifies-the-mind

(Franklin jumps at the sound coming from the closet, and deeming it very unnatural for this day and age, immediately goes to figure out what it was. Or, he would’ve if Sam wasn’t so antsy.)

(Watching the raccoon prowling slowly towards the noise gives him pause, and he considers whether he should do something about the cupboard first or Sam.)

(He doesn’t get a chance to decide because Sam then disappears) Fuck- Sam! Where the hell…

(A new sound reaches him and he realises he just moved inside the closet. Typical. Windows, safes; no problem. Doors however were a different story, it seemed. Whatever worked, he supposed.)

(Franklin opens the door and blinks at the sight before him. His days just keep getting weirder and weirder. He watches the paper print out with begrudging fascination and his confusion only grows) “stickies stuck behind password”…? I- Fucking hell, what is going on?

…Alright, let’s- just figure out this password hint.

(He mumbles the words under his breath, but then stops when he realises what these hints were. How did these people know what Percy had told him that day, word for word? “Our audience”? This was getting way out of hand and Franklin didn’t know what to do about it. For a moment he just stands there in front of the printer, feeling completely and utterly lost.)

(Well, maybe if he unlocks the laptop he can get some answers.)

(He sits down on the floor beside the cupboard and sets his fingers to the keyboard, typing the password and hoping that there weren’t any special characters or anything that he would have to guess, and waits with anticipation.)

#franklin #sfth roleplay #sfth rp #franklin rb #the raccoon #sam-fur-raccoon #raccoon friend #jul126

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