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[xjunjox]

On this day of 9th of May, Mother Jo created Daughter Junjo. Happy birthing Junjo

((Awe~ Thank you so much. This is so sweet of you to make something for me^^ What a nice surprise to wake up too~))

[spirit-ask]

Psst braun and bow. Would you like to see your friends in a different, life-altering, almost unreal, light? I'mma use some anon magic and heeeeeere we go. *brings in horrortale fae and far until normal fae and far go back to normal size*

Warning: Horrortale Fae and Far can be pretty spooky so if you are not up for that you can move on.

If you are up for it:

Suddenly Hana and the young ones are compelled to close their eyes. Two figures begin to appear starting with their skeletons and slowly building up layer by layer until they were fully formed. They look very surprised and let out a couple of raspy grunts before one of them speaks.

“Sooo.... briiiiight....” her words are slow and drawn out like speaking is an effort.

“Wh--e--re is th--is?” His voice is interrupted by several clicking and cracking noises as he speaks. It does not seem any easier to communicate for him than it is for Horror Fae.  The two of them shamble about, reaching out their thin and damaged arms in front of them. Their eyes struggle to adjust to the brightness of the white void. 

The two large Brownies are shocked into silence for a few moments. 

“Did NOT expect THIS!” Braun sputters out quickly, “What kind of joke is this??” 

“What kind of universe did they come from?” Bow’s face quickly switches from shock to concern, “Are they in pain? That doesn’t look good.”

The Horror duo hears the voices and fumble in their direction. 

“Brrrraaaauun???”

“B--ow? Y--ou--’re he--re??” 

The two horrors seem to recognize the voices. However, the two Brownies are unsure of how to handle this situation. The little ones are still covering their faces while Hana covers their ears for now. 

[banmf]

The power of friendship

For to whom i give my life to is my comrade through and through

A friend that stayed by my side even against the change of tides The crashing torrents of life undone with friendship the war is won

Though strong is the power of friendship it will never be enough against the power of love

[spirit-ask]

By the by, h!fae and h!far can only stay here while normal fae and far are sleeping. So what do you guys want to do while you're here in this world?

Spooks below: 

The two tiny ghosts are still fast asleep and will probably remain that way as long as they stay small. A mysterious veil has covered Hana and the young ones so they are unable to see or hear anything yet. 

The two gaunt corpses have managed to lower themselves to the ground, having the first amount of rest they’ve had in a long time. Horror Far is continuing to enjoy Bow’s comforting gestures. His face stretches into a smile, the stitches in his mouth tear his skin while making this new expression. 

“M--ore pa--ts.... Mo--re pat--s...” is his only response to your question. 

Horror Fae stares at Horror Far and Bow. She may not know who those two are, but they display something very desirable for her. She turns her head to the person whose voice she recognized most.  “Paaaaaattsssss??...”

Braun resists the urge to pull himself away, reminding himself that these two are no threat.  “Uh,” he reaches his hand over to touch her head, “sure.”  Fae’s body is very cold and somehow feels both brittle and damp. Braun chooses to ignore the faint squishy sounds he hears when moving Horror Fae’s hair. 

The two Horrors are absolutely delighted. Crackling bones and raspy gasps emanate from them as a form of laughter. The Brownies are afraid the Horror duo’s bodies might break if they continue with their expressions of joy.

“This is all you want?” Braun attempts to smooth Horror Fae’s messy hair unsuccessfully. 

Bow is trying her best to keep a smile on her face for the sake of these two tragic souls. “We can give you anything you want. Do you want some food or something?” 

The two Horrors just insist on pats for the next few minutes. They are perfectly content right now.  

[spirit-ask]

*POOF* 

Everyone is now in costume! 

((Oh boy that took me a while to do. Mainly because I was called in for work today and then told I wasn’t needed when I got there. So that was a lot of time down the drain. But they are done now! -Junjo))

[spirit-ask]

Ok... can I give Braun a tiny plastic cutlass that is surprisingly dull? (For safety reasons)

*POOF*

All of your gifts are under/in the tree.

((Due to this ask being pretty long I’m going to put it under a cut -Junjo))

Braun is curiously inspecting the cutlass. He taps his finger on the end, “Huh, it is pretty dull. Looks cool, though.” 

Fae likewise inspects her gifts. He examines the titles on each tape, “Oh, these look really nice. I recognize some of them. I’m glad we had a VCR player now.”

Far lets out an unexpected gasp of joy. His eyes tinkle and shine when he spots his gifts. “Woah…”

Bow smiles brightly, “Wow, thank you~ Now I can start working on making some gifts myself!” 

“Thank you, dear,” Hana smiles brightly, “I’ll be sure to use it well~” 

“Yay~” Young Fae hugs her new dress fondly, “I’m really happy with this~” 

Young Far wastes no time in starting up his handheld console. Luckily for him, the 3DS comes with some simple games already installed. 

“Wow! I wanna play Face Raiders!” 

And now it has come to mystery man’s gift. You are shown a flash from his past: 

“☠⚐✏ ☠⚐✏ ☠⚐❄ ✡⚐🕆 ❄⚐⚐ 💣☼📬 💧☟✋☪☜☠✏ ❄☟⚐💧☜ 👍🕆☼💧☜👎 ☞☹⚐🕈☜☼💧✏”

Mystery man is physically distressed at this memory. His blobby form scatters about for a bit before slowly reforming again. His face remains shocked for some time. 

“🕈☟✌❄ ✌ ❄☜☼☼✋👌☹☜ 💣☜💣⚐☼✡📬 ⚐☠☜ ✋ 🕈✋💧☟ 🕈✌💧 ☹☜☞❄ ✋☠ ❄☟☜ 👎✌☼😐📬📬📬”

(What a terrible memory. One I wish was left in the dark…)

[spirit-ask]

*still in a santa costume* My apologies good sir. I was hoping to give you better memories, but alas. I am not the one in control of that. I shall give you this instead. *A sweater with the words "#1 Dad-ster" appears* you can wear with wether you are tangible or not

The mystery man puts on the sweater. It puffs up like a balloon. His unstable form cannot be contained in a single sweater. The goop bubbles and flows out of the ends of the shirt. Despite this, he seems touched by your gift. 

“✋ 👎⚐ ☠⚐❄ 😐☠⚐🕈 ✋☞ ✋ 🕈✌💧 ✌ 👎✌👎📫💧❄☜☼📬 🏱☜☼☟✌🏱💧 ✡⚐🕆 ☟✌✞☜ 👌☜☜☠ ✌💧😐✋☠☝ ✈🕆☜💧❄✋⚐☠💧 ✡⚐🕆 ✌☹☼☜✌👎✡ 😐☠⚐🕈 ❄☟☜ ✌☠💧🕈☜☼ ❄⚐📬 ⚐☼ ☠⚐❄📬”

(I do not know if I was a Dad-ster. Perhaps you have been asking questions you already know the answer to. Or not.)

[spirit-ask]

For the next ask i use anon magic to make it almost inaudible to everyone but brownies and mystery man

“Okay…” Fae seems a bit confused by this. 

“I can just tell them what I hear, you know? What is this about?” Braun interjects. 

“How about we listen to see what the next person says. Maybe it won’t be that important,” Bow gives her opinion. 

Far hums a low note in agreement. 

“Oh, I do hope it’s nothing too important, though.” 

“✋🕯☹☹ 👌☜ ☹✋💧❄☜☠✋☠☝📬” 

(I’ll be listening.)