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[quinn-meowflynn]

Hello it's me again posting my writing. A little context:

One of my sketches(↓) for this beautiful fanfiction

Got me thinking about a oneshot where it's just Clown admiring Ice while he ice skates. Then, after i posted my idea of the amnesia arc, i got back to the first idea of a oneshot and remade it into "Clown in the amnesia arc accidentally finds Ice ice skating and gets sorta flashbacks but not exactly flashbacks"

And now you see this!

Although, this is even shorter than my first posted oneshot. Still, i wanted to write it cuz why not

All the characters and the AU itself belongs to @silverxcristal , as well as the linked fanfic at the top of the post

This all happens during the amnesia arc. Enjoy!

   Ever since he was built and let out of the workshop, everybody kept telling him who he was and how he should be. He didn't know what they were talking about, he doesn't remember all that, so he doesn't care, but it was pretty annoying. Same as hard to escape, unfortunately – you need to be really careful not to stumble across any rental while working. Gladly, Clown was a professional at it, so it wasn't that big of a problem for him. Or so he was thinking...

   He didn't know, nor care what other rentals were doing on their free hours – he was here to only do his job, that's all. The rabbit didn't bother to make friends since other rentals were just annoying, not for his taste even, and those who already called him his "friends"... He didn't remember them. So, no matter if someone did feel familiar, he still didn't care much about them. He was made, like, a week ago, what are they talking about? Only today Clown started to doubt himself.

He was only doing his job sneaking around the city, collecting parts that his boss told him to get and trying to avoid crowded places. Usually, Mister Goldie didn't ask him for much, so the needed parts were waiting for the mechanic in the workshop by next morning. But this day was different... In all ways. Starting with his boss asking him for very rare parts and ending with the unwanted encounters. Typically, Clown would immediately try to leave if he wasn't noticed, but this time... He didn't know what was the reason for him to stay.

He stumbled upon one of his so-called "friends" skating on ice. The ice was never here before, he has no idea how it ended up here and it wasn't even the first thing that caught his attention, what did is the rental on it. Circling and sliding, the ice bear looked like he was having fun, and Clown couldn't help but feel like this scene looks too familiar. He couldn't tell why, though – because of the bear or because he has seen something like that before. Either way it made him feel something, and that was strange. This bear is just... There was something very recognizable about him that Clown couldn't point his finger at, and it wasn't understandable. Why does this exact model, out of everyone, looks so familiar? Why now, when he sees him having fun, he suddenly feels at peace? And why does he even care?

The rabbit cannot answer, even if he really wanted to do so. But he knows where to get at least some of the answers. His phone had some old chats in it. They never seriously caught his attention, so he never read them, except for the work messages from his boss. Wasn't bothered enough... Until now.

He left the place too quickly before the bear could see him.

[celestialquinn]

The Lost Girls

Day Five. This one is shorter than I’d like, but I’m very tired and I want some sleep. I love the idea of a society of diverse women uplifting and empowering each other.

It’s no shock to anyone that many people get lost within the forest and never emerge. However, there are some people who do not want to be found. Out in an undisclosed area of the forest lives a group of outcasts who reject most society. They’re called the lost girls.

It’s not entirely true that all the members are women and girls, but the vast majority is. There’s only been a few rare reports of men among the ranks. Most sightings of them are when they receive someone who is in hiding, or care for a stray wanderer who is injured.

Generally speaking, the lost girls welcome anyone who has a reason to hide. Most stem from traumatic pasts or rejection. Their number boasts mostly minorities or victims of abuse. Their society is said to be very colorful and open to different kinds of expression.

Of course, all we know is from first-hand encounters. No one knows where they live, or their customs. What’s indisputable is that they will take in most people who come to them. This says nothing about one’s ability to last if they act poorly.

It’s unknown how they survive in the forest with no magical ties to it. Most attempted settlements are swallowed by the forest when fae or elves come about. It can only be assumed that they forged some sort of truce, or appease them with gifts.

Their reputation has created an image of wild and free women who roam the forests. Some people fictionalize their existence in books and stories. However, chapters of their group are beginning to set out and enter the greater world, claiming areas as sanctuary to those who need it.

Eventually, the nature of their society will be revealed or lost to time. Considering their spread, it’s likely they may eventually form their own nation or separate territory. Many scholars have their eyes on the lost girls and their exploits. Wizards seem to think they will be of eventual relevance.

For the lost girls, there is no rush to rejoin society. It’s said some even object to the idea entirely. In the heart of the forest, the lost girls hunt and thrive at their own pace, unburdened by expectations and fears. They are a beacon of hope and beauty.

[celestialquinn]

The Ancient Wizard

Day Four. I made the deadline, shh.

Spellcasting is a very dedicated art. It’s said that most wizards live to memorize enough scrolls to fill a small library. Their ability to recall events and books they’ve read is unprecedented. It should be no surprise, then, that they are considered pillars in the historical community.

Wizard’s often live in towers that are made to perfectly hold scrolls and a small casting area. Besides their literature, they’re known minimalists and live on very little while they seek the knowledge of the world. Many schools of wizards commit history to memory, creating a spoken record.

Rising above the forest is a tall tower that reaches an almost unthinkable height. This wizard has also lived an unthinkable time, and his tower grows with time to hold his expanding collection. If you repeat a signature mantra unique to him, he will be notified of your request for an audience.

He can answer almost any question you have about history, including lesser known facts. He even has specific details about the Era of the Warring Gods and the period after, if you’re particularly curious about the old world. But, all knowledge comes with a price.

It’s considered courtesy to offer knowledge he doesn’t yet have. Most common knowledge has already been taken. Instead of searching for long secret knowledge, you’d be surprised at what he accepts; he is very much interested in the current times and the knowledge they offer about a changing world.

For example, he has accepted many a census and track sheet about grown crop counts. While this knowledge may seem fairly useless to a wizard, the changes over time present patterns and predictions. Even a discussion about the politics in town can give him insight he greatly appreciates.

More adventurous types may visit the tower in person and be greeted with tea. If your documents are too precious to give up, you can read one of his there while he memorizes yours. Many historians and wizards swap information like this.

Regardless of your reason for visiting, wizards are a great bounty of information. It’s best to take advantage of the opportunity while it lasts. Wizards may live long lives, but like everything, they too are destined to eventually die. One day, the tall tower in the forest may fall. Maybe one day a new one will rise.

[celestialquinn]

The Dryads

Day three of Qtober. This one is more like a journal entry, whoops.

Before dryads were recognized as legitimate nature spirits, they were considered a pest for farmers and lumberjacks, as well as many other professions. There was plenty of conflict between nature and civilizations, and innovation demanding more and more swaths of land. Understanding took time.

Dryads, once considered a larger type of fae, are now known to be the guardians of large natural areas. Multiple dryads can hold claim over different aspects of the same area, and work together. However, this does not mean they obstruct lumberjacks to protect every single tree.

Dryads are arbiters of the forest. This includes life and death, and the balancing act the environment preforms. What they object to is destruction of environments with no chance of recovery. They advocate for hunting and lumberjacking in the proper amount and place.

Dryads are actually very helpful in these pursuits, as they can lead a lumberjack to an ancient tree that will soon fall regardless, or tell a hunter about overpopulation of a certain species. It may seem cumbersome, but working with Dryads brings profits and a better forest.

The forest has three dryads, playfully nicknamed the Triads. They hold authority over the flora, fauna and the changing of the seasons. They’re known to be able to speed healing, bring a painless death, and accelerate the seasons. However, they don’t use their powers lightly.

Some people worship the Triad and offer up gifts in hope of gaining luck in their endeavors. However, anyone who regularly communicates with them says that the simplest way to gain their favor is to grow native plants around your home. They know the land is not for the forest anymore, but any reclamation is a victory.

The favored of the Triad often have sprawling and somewhat wild gardens around their homes, and get a good amount of fresh produce from it. There’s even a rumor that some farms can pick up a dryad by accident. That would be a very unruly neighbor concerned with your crops.

[celestialquinn]

The Forest Witch

Day two of Qtober. This one is about a solitary witch who lives in a forest.

It’s not odd for different witches to occupy the same area. Some places, in fact, have large covens that live together. You might live near one and see the sigils and offerings they leave in the nooks and crannies of the village or town. Solitary witches, however, tend towards being territorial.

When these types of witches occupy a space, they lay claim to it exclusively. Anyone who casually practices magic knows to look for signs of a witch before gathering material, or risk offending the individual. Offerings are also a way for magic users to co-exist peacefully with witches.

Solitary witches tend towards claiming wooded areas or abandoned places to avoid stepping on the toes of other solitary witches, or even inciting the wrath of covens. The forest is no exception, and boasts a very powerful witch. She is solitary, but she was not always this way.

Selling spells and enchanted items is good business. While most people can cast using mana, and wizards summon their powers from extensive spells and glyphs, witches create magic from their own intent. Any ingredient and chant becomes viable. Local witches are a good thing to have.

For those seeking her services, she carves a math through the forest. It was narrow, but lined with sigils and enchantments that made it safe for any customer to enter the forest. Her own cottage was her shop, and she was occasionally seen gathering supplies or reapplying protection sigils.

One day, a traveling witch stopped by town. She was very cordial, and offered small luck and protection pouches for the villagers who greeted her. The traveling witch decided to visit the solitary witch as a formality and out of interest. A week later, she was seen gathering supplies with the solitary witch.

And so, a coven of two was formed. They practiced different crafts, and so the two became a balanced pair. The witch’s hut grew to accommodate more practicing area. Some say that they were wed within the year. Business was going well as time passed between them.

But nothing ever lasts. In winter, the second witch stopped appearing to sell their magic. The first was irritable and refused to answer any inquiry regarding it. Finally, she closed off the path to her cottage entirely. Several nights later, there was screaming. Some say it was a territorial dispute.

Months passed, and the spell that blocked the path disintegrated. The protections had long since grown old and stale, but the path still exists. If you take the overgrown path to her cottage, she is still there. Half of her cottage is overgrown and reclaimed by the forest.

The forest witch does not sell her magic anymore. She will, however, give spells to those who have good reason to need it. She has been known to give out powerful tonics, enchanted items, and even lifelong familiars. For those who don’t, she will offer advice.

“Your life is too short to result to good luck charms. Magic may help even the odds, but your intent is more powerful than anything else. If you wish for something, seek it out, and you will find it. You have more power over yourself than you truly understand.”

Recently, a small coven moved into town. They entered the forest to discuss boundaries, and left with the forest witch’s blessings to sell and practice their trade within town. Due to this, the forest witch has begun to fade into local legend as a last resort. But if you seek her out, you will find her.

[celestialquinn]

The Old Man

I’m doing my own version of inktober that’s writing instead of art(how creative). Here’s day one. My prompt set is “characters of the forest”.

On the edge of the forest lives an old man. You can easily spot his cottage, weary and beginning to be overcome by the forest itself. He offers guidance through the forest, for a small fee he uses to maintain his livelihood. Locals will confirm the quality of his service.

Should you need to find your way through the forest to a neighboring town, he’s happy to help. The map he uses is obscure and impossible to understand, taking up several scrolls. And while he looks frail, the appearance is deceptive. The old man can set a brutal pace for those who are in the biggest rush.

Guided by the old man, you will find none of the trouble that local legends pass around. Perhaps you’ll even find beauty in the odd quirks of the forest; wandering lights, rivers running uphill, and the flashes of fae and elven folk you may spot with a careful eye. Everything in the world seems at peace.

But should you ignore any of the odd instructions dispensed by the old man, you will quickly find yourself in deep trouble. A shortcut may prove deadly. Getting too close to the lights leads you astray until you are hopelessly lost. Even the grace of some small tricksters can bring strange enchantments upon you.

This is where the old man’s service shines. He is paid to lead you through the forest safely, and so he shall. Daring rescues, finding the lost, and defeating any sort of soul specter are no obstacle when it comes to delivering on his promise as a guide. Yes, he will also talk down any fae who try to trick you into slavery.

Shaken but undamaged, all those who hire the old man inevitably stumble out of the forest untainted by its secrets and wonders. Some may ask why the old man does what he does, after so much time. After a chuckle, he will offer a simple explanation: He’s fulfilling a promise to an old friend.

The old man is neither fully of the forest or civilization. Some call him a liaison for the forest and its people. He says that the forest is perfectly capable of speaking for itself, and that he is but a simple guide. Vines slowly enclose around an old hut on the edge of the forest. But it is still standing.

[celestialquinn]

so I was messing around with sburb sim this week, and my old fan session is way too small so I decided to do one with random, new characters. After following their session I ended up becoming endeared with them a little bit and soon enough I expanded them into characters. None of them have names yet(because why would i do the first thing essential to making characters) but they have some basic personalities and I’m building their lands and quests. If you’re curious about these children, I have some detail under the cut.

No. 1, Mage of Hope: Very dreamy and creative, a fan of chillwave and stuff like that. She spends a lot of her time daydreaming, and sees so much potential for good in the world that the bad hardly even matters to her. Through no fault of her own, she always tends to be occupied during various disasters but is always there to come and pick up the pieces. She’s generally very encouraging, and refuses to give up. Her interests are painting and scrapbooking.

No. 2, Rogue of Time: He holds a lot of anger and often presents himself as a revolutionary. He’s an activist and spends a lot of time blogging. He’s probably the most self-aware of the bunch; he knows he has anger, and he’s striving to control it because he’s well aware of how his own hatred can not only make himself worse than what he fights, but detract from his cause. He puts out a very edgy/stoic persona, and he’s a big fan of satire. In more casual situations he has a great sense of humor and is an absolute memelord.

No. 3, Knight of Life: He lives in a massive estate with just about anything he could wants, except for the ability to leave. He loves romance and fantasy books, with his favorite race being elves. As such, he’s learned how to ride horses, use a bow, and fence. He has an archaic vocabulary and he’s kindly, but very ignorant of the true nature of the world. He’s empathetic, but his first instinct upon trouble is to say that things “aren’t really that way”. This makes him ignorant of discrimination and very easy to manipulate/abuse.

No. 4, Witch of Heart: She’s very passionate! She loves plants, and has a big home-grown garden. She’s also a big fan of visual novels that include many endings and significant choices. She’s always very cheerful, and she tends to shout and run around when excited. She deals with hurt by laughing, and barely ever takes anything seriously. She’s definitely the most child-like of the bunch, and often needs redirection by others.

No. 5, Sylph of Light: Born into luxury as well, she’s a fashionista and a little pretentious. Despite her shallow looks, she is a big history nut and practices all sort of typography, her favorite of course being calligraphy. She pretty much refuses to openly say it lest she ruin her reputation, but she loves all of her friends and she would socially sabotage anyone that hurts them. She drinks fruity water because regular is for poor people. She’s very confident and words can’t hurt her, her shades are Gucci

No. 6, Heir of Space: Science boy!! His parents wouldn’t stop buying him children’s science kits, so he started using the materials for more in-depth studies. He basically never eats or sleeps, and he hasn’t seen the sun in months. When he was younger he read the entire dictionary, and when he gets excited about a subject he gets increasingly verbose until he’s basically incomprehensible. Either he’s entirely focused on something, or his mind is wandering a billion ways. Self-care doesn’t exist. His clothes are way too big for him and he loves it that way. He loves basketball, but he’s the worst at it.

No. 7, Maid of Blood: Raised in a perfectly white middle-class suburb, she’s the girl everyone admires and envies. She’s self-motivated, a positive thinker, and she does yoga, jogging, and meditation daily. However, she’s not really as happy as she pretends to be. While she acts the part, she is stifled by the cookie-cutter mold she has been forced into by her parents, who follow the latest trends and talk about their chakra, despite being passionately catholic. She’s scared of the fact that she seems to have extra-sensory abilities, and that paganism is much more appealing to her than what she’s been taught. When her perception of the world is shattered, she’s unable to handle it.

No. 8, Thief of Mind: Thinks he’s Light Yagami, is actually a gremlin. He loves mind games and claims that he can predict what everyone will do. While his initial hunches are always correct, he always over complicates things and ends up hinging plans on multiple overblown assumptions, causing them to immediately fail once put into action. He’s arrogant and selfish and loves money more than anything. He loves to play detective and thinks he understands everyone because he took one psychology class. You can literally buy his silence with the right gift or amount of money.

Maybe one day they’ll have,,, y’know,,, names,

You can ask about em if you're interested

[iisnoor]

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