Mar 25
Franklin in her Sunday best!~
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Franklin in her Sunday best!~
My muse Franklin with a text bubble that says "EAT EVERYONE!~"
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"A little misunderstanding? Hm..I'm afraid I don't quite know what you mean dear. I'm afraid you'll have to elaborate. I can't exactly read minds you know."
Not that she would want to, especially with her former business partner.
The cannibal would walk up to the door, seemingly annoyed that Rosie had forced her to do this with her soon banging on the woman's door, dressed as what seemed like a goetian queen
"Madam Susan! Trick or...." She'd look back to try and remember the rest "..Treat..yes, that's what the little bastar—children said.."
The door opens slowly the soft glow of a candelabra seeps past the door frame. A pair of wide and glass eyes look straight into the royal lady on the old woman's porch. The candle light flickering, casting ghoulish shredded shadows across an ugly bat face. "Aren't you a little old to be trick or treating?" Asked hollow breathy voice.
Clip from the traditional ballad "Lord Franklin" also known as "Lady Franklin's Lament" #celticmusic #celtic #traditional #traditionalmusic #acousticguitar #acousticmusic #lordfranklin #ladyfranklin #harrismusic
"Madam..do you have anymore of that.. balm.." She asked, ashamed but still had a somewhat annoyed voice.
Susan looks up from her garden and pulls off her gloves. "Don't sound so eager now, Lady Franklin. Otherwise the other girls will come flocking to my doors." She says as she stands up and heads towards her porch. "Wait here." Susan returns with another tin. "I take it that its helping?"
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The Emporium's alarms were screaming. Someone had made an attempt to both rob and to lay claim to Cannibal Town. Rosie was away on business. Once she arrived on scene, she saw it wasn't just one but a group of 5 men who had banded together for a territorial take over. The Townsfolks were in arms trying their best to fend off the intruders but there was a demon with an eye like a lantern that blipped on regular intervals far in back surveying and directing his crew to attack. A Scorpion like demon striking any cannibal within range in the neck. A cat like demon who's palms were electrified and a mannequin demon was enjoying his time dismantling himself and using his limbs as blunt force trauma, and another one that could harden a portion of their body into stone to block any attacks. "Susan! There are people still inside they have hostages!" cried out one of the townfolk as the other gnashed their teeth and ran head first into the skirmish. "Dr Sage!" She hollered and a bearded man looked up, "What is it, Lady Susan?" "You and your junkies take care of the scorpion. Ampster! Take the construction crew to the block head and zappy hands over there. Where is Lacy and the girls?!" "Here!" gasped a group of girls who had been fried and singed by the electrical cat. "You lot take care of the dummy, if he wants to throw his limbs around then you girls know exactly what to do. The rest of you....We take out the Submariner over at the door." The men cackled and whooped. "LETS GO OLD TIMERS! THIS TOWN IS OURS NOW! Oh! such scary faces! You cannibals are nothing without your Overlord. All you do are sing and dance and eat people! A BUNCH OF LAZY ASSES IF YOU ASK US! AHAHA uh?" Susan stepped forward a loud jangling of erupted at her hip. "What's with the grandma here?! Get lost! Granny. We're busy!" They sneered and chided. Susan's cold hard glare must have struck a nerve because most of them seemed to flinch, the moment she struck her cane down and a rapid trail of embers began encircling the Emporium's front lawn, to contain what was about to happen. There was a loud bone chilling scream in the distance and the chatelaine by her hip, began spewing a thick ashy smog, obscuring the Submariner's view and his crew and at that cue the rest of the Townsfolk lunged at their respective targets and rushing their unwelcomed guests. Susan ran forward, weaving in and out of the bodies. It seemed like the Submariner wasn't bothered by the fog but no matter how loudly they barked instructions their comrades didn't have the reaction time with their vision obscured. The cannibals were now at an advantage. Their heightened predator senses and guided them through the smoke and most of them had at some point resided during a time of thick air pollution and this was nothing. Susan heard loud THWACK, as one of the townsfolk took down the scout. She pushed through the door and saw a group of youngsters cowering in the corner and shelves and displays smashed and a red heap next to the coffee tables with a sticky puddle of red blood. "Franklin?!" She called and rushed over towards her, and paused for a moment when she saw the stab wound. "How the hell did you get yourself stabbed!?!?" She heckled as she reached up to a nearby shelf and grabbed a scarf and jammed it into the puncture wound and started to apply pressure.
hello lady franklin! you look lovely today <3
"Mmm, thank you, I do try my best to look presentable, but don't think flattery is going to get you any discounts!"