Oct 17, 2025
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Just some random post I want to share:
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“Interrogation. . .”
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“Embrace of The Other”
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(Repost this because it flopped—)
Randomly my Mind just went to Rainbow Factory an a alternate version where Luna discovers the Factories nefarious deeds.
Luna doesn’t agree with all the goals that are made into rainbows (combination of she sees their last dreams and morphing the Luna’s Children of the Night lore)
Even wrote Lyrics. (aka: I ain’t no expert in music so forgive me if i’ve made mistakes, in my mind i imagined a edited version of Pegasus Device song )
Rainbow Factory: Song.
Alternate Reality.
Nightmare’s Judgement.
Rainbow Dash:In the Rainbow Factory, where your fears and horrors come true.
In the Rainbow Factory where not a single soul -
Luna/Nightmare: ENOUGH!
Dash: Luna!? What are you doing here!? It’s not what you think!
Luna/Nightmare: SILENCE ! Rainbow Dash, i’ve heard enough! You think no one would notice the horrors here!? How long has this been going on!? Does Tia know?
Dash: Well…..
Luna/Nightmare: No ! i wish not to hear, now i’m here and now i’ll show you true horrors and fears…..
-Tense music- -Dark Choir-
Luna/Nightmare: The Rainbow Factory , i’ve discovered tonight, through the dreams of the frieghtful and dead.
To hear the screams of filly’s and colts ,
crying out in dread for heroes hope.
Standing above them a rainbow maned mare believing she is God over the despaired.
Your not fit to call yourself .
A pegasus.
YOU don’t deserve those wings you BEAR!
How can you call yourself the greatest flyer there is? When your nothing more than a murderer?
You sit above the Clouds in this Factory of Blood, looking below to the grime.
It’s time to learn the consequences of your design, gravity grabs hold of those who defy.
-Pause , music solo-
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In the Rainbow Factory, were horrors are born, The Rainbow Factory shall pay the toll.
You see yourself above , time to KNEEL for the Nightmare is real, i’m claiming the souls as per toll, the price of making Rainbows has been rearranged.
Now it is paid through YOUR Own Pain!
Clipping wings is a shame, flight is a must in this game, now i reign, let’s see you clipped and watch the pride drain.
Pegasus Pride?
More lies, there’s no pride in slaughter, it’s an excuse to convince yourself, what you’re doing is for the greater good.
The Rainbow Factory dies tonight, your loyalty misguided and fractured by your choices in life.
The luxury of Rainbows has been changed, there’s no luxury for what will no longer remain.
The sky shall bear a beautiful gift by the night , sharing the day, now let the Factory be nothing but a place with no name.
-Factory alarms, walls rumbling, staff pegasi screaming-
Thought you were angels above all else, divine judgement of your race, well let me tell you Rainbow Dash.
You’re all falling from grace to meet the Earths embrace, soon Hells flames will finally reach , for Nightmares Judgement has reached its peak.
- Large impact crashing, metal turning and twisting, rocks crumbling, screams echo-
Luna/Nightmare -in a slower softer tone-
Sleep in Tarturus, for the choice is made, the price is paid, souls set free and fires engulf, swallowing and churning, dust settles amongst the fallen…..
Pegasi lay, makers of Rainbows no more now they rest in Nightmares of Hell, i walk amongst bodies yet you still struggle.
It’s over Rainbow Dash…….go to sleep….
For i Princess of the Night, relieve you of duty…..
-End
HI THERE, i got question to ask in regarding i have find this page and curios a bit. So here goes. Cordelia, could you tell us a little about your origin?
And also… what kind of things do you like?
And in your current life… what do you find yourself drawn to? Even the smallest preferences.
What do you do during your quieter moments, when no one is watching? Do you require rest the same way others do… or is it different for you? What do you usually eat or drink, if anything at all? And, Author, what kind of journey are we about to witness with her, and what’s the main story or theme behind this project? Lastly, when or where can I read this "novel" writing you speak of?
Soft, translucent panels flicker into existence before her—digital notes suspended in the air. Her gaze drifts across them, reading in silence.
She stands perfectly aligned, posture immaculate beneath her uniform. After a moment, she folds her hands with quiet precision before speaking.
“Your curiosity is… extensive.”
A brief pause.
“I shall indulge it.”
"My origin is not of birth, but of deliberate creation. I was wrought by the Maker—formed of porcelain, gem, and thread. A construct, designed with purpose… and refined through time. I was shaped for purpose… before I was ever given one.”
One of the floating notes shifts. Her eyes follow it briefly before returning forward.
“I do not age. Nor do I decay. Yet I learn… as any being might.” Her gaze flickers briefly to the notes floating about her, reading, recording, as if the act itself soothes her.
“My inclinations… are quiet and deliberate. I enjoy observing the seasons shift upon Iridesa Isle, noting the changes in flora and fauna and the small cultural rhythms of its people—human and muppet alike. I record such matters in notes, diaries, and dictionaries, as one might tend a garden of memory. I do not disdain companionship… but I require neither it nor its distraction to find contentment.”
Her arms now rest on her hips as she continues, eyes scanning a drifting note that details animal migration on the island.
“In solitude, I occupy myself… with singing the lullabies of my homeland, humming quietly to myself. I dance, knit, read, or rest beneath a tree or hidden in tall grasses. Watching as I gaze at the sea by standing or sitting near the cliffs of the isle. "I may also practise defensive manoeuvres, honing skills that could prove useful in the future."
Her posture straightens once more, hands folding precisely in front.
“Sort of. Rest is… like sleep, a period to restore my energy and maintain my form. Food is taken sparingly: broths, soft meals, or, at times, the blood of creatures let alone animal blood, always with care and respect. Nothing more is required.”
She inclines her head once, her expression unreadable, perfectly composed.
“These are the truths of my origin, my small joys, and the hidden rhythms of my existence. They suffice… I trust.”
Author:
Thank you for your questions. 💜✨ Although I seem to have answered this question before, don't I?
Cordelia’s story is one of observation, devotion, and exploration, not solely of duty. While she begins bound to Isabella and Perla, her journey spans curiosity, self-discovery, and engagement with the world beyond her immediate obligations. You’ll see dark fantasy, subtle horror, psychological tension, and ritualistic structures alongside slow-burn relationships, quiet bonds, and moments of mischievous levity. slight comedy
Her life as a porcelain-gem vampire puppet/MUPPET is unique: she cannot reproduce biologically yet can petition for a child; she experiences emotional intimacy, loyalty, and spiritual connection; and her daily life blends human-like society with puppet-specific roles, ritual, and memory. Despite her immortality and strength, she faces grief, joy, and challenges as fully as any being.
📖 The novel is still in progress and has not yet been released. Once complete, it will be available on the Wattpad. Updates will be shared when the story is ready for readers!
Hello! I just found your page and your story already feels so rich and intriguing 👀
I wanted to ask—Cordelia, what was your life like before Iridesa Isle? Do you ever think about where you came from?
And for the author, could you share a little more about the overall plot or what inspired this world? I’d love to know more 💫
Cordelia: Her hand rests lightly upon her chest, its pulse-like glow faintly echoing through her chest core. “Before the Isle… my existence was of preparation, of refinement. My Maker bestowed upon me purpose and patience, and I was schooled in observation, in restraint, and in the delicate art of motion. Thoughts of that time come seldom, yet they linger like a whisper upon still waters… shaping every movement I make, even here.”
Author:
“Hello! Thank you so much for your question—I’m really happy you’re interested in my work 🤍
This story started from my fascination with crafted beings, especially porcelain and gem-like life forms, and how they would exist in a world alongside humans and other species like Muppets. At first, it focused on Cordelia’s role as a caretaker to Isabella, but as I continued developing it, I realized her story is much more than just duty.
Cordelia’s journey is about exploring life beyond what she was created for. Yes, she serves Isabella and is bound to Perla—but at the same time, she observes, questions, and slowly learns about the world around her. Her story involves dark fantasy elements, including psychological tension, trauma, isolation, and control, but also moments of warmth—like quiet companionship, mischief, and subtle, slow-building relationships.
As the story progresses, Cordelia doesn’t just remain in one place. She experiences different situations, meets new people, and begins to understand both human and muppet life, along with her own existence. She starts to question her purpose—whether she is only meant to serve, or if there is something more waiting for her.
I was inspired by many things I’ve watched and read—manga, manhwa, movies, and series—and this project is my way of blending those inspirations into something personal. It’s also partly a collaborative fan-inspired work, where I build on shared ideas while adding my own interpretations, lore, and character depth.
Cordelia herself may even experience things she never expected—connection, conflict... and perhaps even love, in her own way.
✦ Additional Note (Important): This is a fanfiction-based project and is not fully canon. I credit some of the original characters in this story, including Isabella Iris, Perla, Lady Lithos, Jack, Basil, and others, to my mutual friend Dulldoll.
These characters are not canon to any original AU unless explicitly confirmed by YourInternetMom.
✦ Future / AU Note: I may also explore alternate scenarios in the future, including a “what if” story by a Rainbow Factory AU. and many more of different scenarios story i could write and draw for.
In that version, Cordelia may never arrive at Iridesa Isle or meet Isabella at all—leading her down a completely different path, where she still faces the world, its dangers, and her own purpose… just under very different circumstances.
This would be a separate story explored after the main narrative.
Thank you again for your curiosity—it really means a lot to me as a creator.
✒️ Introduction Post — Author & Cordelia
“Caretaker of the Priestess — Ask the Characters”
Author’s Voice (me)
Hello, dear viewer!
Welcome to my page, my OCs' Q&A page! Here, you will explore the story, lore, and lives of my characters. The content includes our lead, Cordelia Everhart (Cordelia), her story before and after arriving at Iridesa Isle, her journey and the rest of the cast who inhabit this peculiar world.
I made this space for you to ask them about their pasts, fears, hobbies, love, secrets, or favourite teas. This is a dark, layered, and emotional world, but also one filled with quiet rebellion, fleeting warmth, mischievous shenanigans, and subtle bonds of found family.
I credit some of the original characters in this story, including Isabella Iris, Perla, Lady Lithos, Jack, Basil, and others, to my mutual friend, Dulldoll. These characters are not canon to any original AU unless explicitly confirmed by YourInternetMom.
Other characters—such as Cordelia, Sirelle, Casper, Clayton, Viviana, Liliana, Maelis, The Maker, and many more—are my original creations for this story.
Brief Cast Introduction
Cordelia Everhart : An immortal humanoid gemstone life form with a porcelain body, crafted by a mysterious artisan long before meeting others. Cautious, intelligent, composed, and the central narrator.
The Maker (identity still in development):
Aesthetic / Vibe: Mystical artisan robes adorned with sigils and glowing inks, almost priest-like. A recluse of many names, or no name at all. Some called them sculptor, alchemist, collector of impossible dreams. They are a perfectionist to the core, never content until each curve, seam, and invention is imbued with life.
Physical Form: Mostly concealed hooded, faceless mask; only flawless porcelain hands visible. Veil shifts like mist over their face. They move silently, with the sigils and fabric responding to their presence. Voice echoes softly, layered as if the hall itself speaks.
Presence/Personality: Warm-but-detached teacher; cold, elegant authority; twisted but loving creator. They treat Cordelia as a prized creation, with soft, ceremonial gestures that are simultaneously affectionate, controlling, and chilling. Tone: melancholic, bittersweet, reverent, terrifying yet tender.
Sirelle Bloom: Human, Colombian; seamstress at the village; Cordelia’s first human friend ever since Cordelia first arrival on iredesa isle
Marivelle Bloom: Human, Colombian; Sirelle’s mother, owner of the seamstress shop.
Clayton Fredrickson: Satyr Muppet, Swedish; butler of the manor and Cordelia’s trusted companion.
Casper Sterling / Wei-ying Liu Jiang: Humanoid Muppet, Chinese; apothecary, teasing yet brilliant.
Vivian & Lilian Lopez: Twin axolotl Muppets, Mexican/Hispanic; newly employed at the manor, always in perfect sync.
Maelis: Tigran (catlike humanoid) tailor; sleek, silver-and-obsidian patterned fur. Dramatic and stylish, overreacts to every wrinkle or snowflake; strict and perfectionist, bubbly and talks too fast, secretly soft for Cordelia (her old friend, back where she came from)
Lucien Thornavale: Demon, Crossroad Demon; ancient observer of human life.
Vespera: Once human, now a demon servant under Lucien. (These two characters' demon will be appear in of chapter soon to be introduced.)
Isabella Iris, Perla, Lady Lithos, Jack, Basil, and others: Characters credited to Dulldoll.
…and many more...! as there will be other characters that can be shown on my unpublished writing soon! as I will publish the story soon once i am no longer be busy and free from school NOW THEN! LET'S HOP ON OUR PROTAGONIST SPEAKING! AS SHE HAS A WORD FOR YOU! . . . . . .
The faint sound of heels echoes through the empty room.
Click… click… click…
A tall figure slowly walks into view. Cordelia bends slightly, noticing a folded note left on the floor.
She picks it up, unfolding the paper with quiet curiosity. Her eyes skim across the message.
A long sigh escapes her.
She rubs the bridge of her nose.
"…How childish."
She lowers the note and slowly stands in one swift move, rubbing her temple briefly as if mildly inconvenienced by the situation.
When she finally looks up, her eyes catch the dim light — amber in colour, yet gleaming with deep copper tones, as though molten metal had been trapped within glass.
Cordelia glances around the unfamiliar room, clearly unimpressed with the sudden situation of being transported here without explanation.
After a moment, she turns her gaze toward the digital camera watching her.
A pause.
She clears her throat politely.
"Very well then…"
Her copper-amber eyes narrow slightly.
"I suppose this is where the questions begin."
"If this is the place meant for inquiries…"
“So… these are the ‘Viewers’ I am to… entertain? ”
Her head tilts, eyes narrowing, not in malice, but in quiet calculation.
Her amber eyes, veined with copper like molten metal caught in glass—narrow, not with hostility, but with quiet calculation as she studies the unseen audience beyond the lens.
“Very well. I shall humour you… cautiously.”
“I am thee caretaker of the priestess and a reluctant participant in this strange ‘media’ you have placed before me.
The cast may join you freely; their voices are not mine to command. I only watch. And protect.
If a question is kind, it will be met with warmth. They deserve their questions, their laughter, and their affection.
But if a question turns rude, invasive, or makes one of them uneasy..." Her voice grows quieter—but firmer. "I will not tolerate it.
I will warn you once — politely.
After that, the matter is closed.
And as for questions meant for me…
If your curiosity is respectful, I may answer.
If it is not, I shall leave it untouched. “
Silence fills the room for a moment.
Cordelia slowly folds her hands together before her, fingers interlacing with quiet precision.
Her posture straightens, composed and unmoving.
Her expression is calm — cold, almost statuesque — yet a faint, serene, eerie smile curves at the corner of her lips.
Not warm.
Not cruel.
Simply… watchful.
She leans slightly toward the camera.
“Let’s begin, shall we...?" viewer.”
Her copper-amber gaze narrows just a little more.
"You may begin."
Content Warnings & Notes
This Q&A may explore:
Dark fantasy, psychological tension, trauma, and isolation
Blood, injury, emotional manipulation, and occult themes
Slow-burn relationships, subtle horror, grief, and danger
Cult-like systems, control, and eerie imagery
Light-hearted comedy, mischievous shenanigans, and subtle romance
Please ask respectfully:
No NSFW
No harassment or inappropriate questions
Not every question will be answered — some secrets are hidden, some are refused, some are not yet ready to speak
Author’s Note
P.S. You may also ask me directly as the author about the story, the world, or my characters. I’m always happy to talk about my work. I have to edit some parts in this post, as if I had a feeling it needed more words to be extracted.
“The Feral Beast. . .”