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Belle belongs to @bloody-heartstrings Nicole belongs to @hauntedradiostation

The kitchen sisters for Tabby's birthday at the end of her breakdown

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A Young!Tabby x Toby au moodboard

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Fan art of Tabby for FoTD au. Art was done by the amazing and talented @myb0nesandsku1l

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Look at her little cat ear and that traumatized but loving look in her adorable wide eyes.

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Something Familiar

Belle belongs to @bloody-heartstrings

The Sun's rays shone in the cold kitchen of the monastery in the late afternoon. The kitchen was alit with the smells of freshly baked bread some peach tarts and the delicious smell of what was essentially beef stew on the stove. Minus the beef but the meat was a close enough consistency to it. There was no place else Tabby would rather be.

And what made today even better was the appearance of a familiar figure in the doorway that made Tabbys entire face light up.

"Hey brother Toby what's up?" Tabby grinned and bounced up and down and waved as if she was inviting him to come in.

Toby shifted uncomfortably in his spot at the younger girl's enthusiasm. But invited himself into the kitchen.

"Nothing much. Just wanted to check in," Toby said as he looked around to make sure everything was in place. He and Belle caught each other's gazes for a moment before she quickly returned to kneading the dough.

"Oh! I forgot! I have something for you!" Tabby said giddily as she bounced where she stood and clapped her hands before running off to the cooling racks to take a small loaf and a couple of peach jam tarts that were supposed to be dessert after dinner. But for him? She can bend the rules a little as long no one else was watching. Nevermind the fact that she didn't catch Belle's sideways glance at her as she thought she was being sneaky.

"Here!" Tabby said as she shoved the bread and tarts into Toby's arms. Hoping that he accepts her token of kindness friendship . Please it's the only way she knows how to show that she cared.

"Thanks," Toby said unsurely. He still wasn't used to people being nice to him. Even after he became an oracle. Always weary that the lambs are only nice to him out of fear. With Tabby he wasn't sure what her kindness was. Regardless he was never the one to turn down free food and a sweet treat.

With that Toby left and Tabby turned back only to catch Belle staring at her.

"Uh...you won't tell right?"

"I didn't know you could bend the rules like that," Belle lightly teased but Tabby couldn't sense any malicious intent in her words.

"Yeah well...I can't help it. He reminds me of someone," Tabby looked longingly at the doorway.

"Really? Who?" Belle inquired in that soft sweet voice of hers.

Tabby tried to recall. Her eyes darting towards the upper right of her head.

"I don't know...but I think they were like a partner or a lover or something like that...." Tabby guesstimate. But even she was unsure of her statement.

"What were they like?" Belle tried again with her curiosity.

Tabby closed her eyes and her brow furrowed in concentration. What were they like? The brunette girl could almost make out a picture of a vague figure but like always it was blurry like someone smeared paint over where the original image should be. What she could make out however, was blonde spiky hair that shone like the sun. And a smile that eased her stress in her shoulders and face and made her weak in the knees.

"Gold. Their crown," Tabby began. Like a king. Her king to the Queen herself. "And gold their shroud," what did that even mean? Nobody knows except for her. No she can not elaborate on that even if she wanted to. "Warm. Like the sun," Tabby reached out to have her arm in the sun rays that were peaking out of the window spilling into the kitchen. Feeling the warmth on her soft skin. As if she could physical feel something she might remember who this mystery lover was.

Tabby could almost remember how angry and violent he was. But it was never towards her. At least she'd like to think so. It was more of that righteous hellfire anger. The same kind Toby has. Although she wasn't a big fan of the violence. Did she enjoy that? Was she attracted to that? Did she participate in his violence? The thought made her face scrunch up in disgust. There's no way she would have! Nowadays she wouldn't be able to hurt a fly. It wasn't in her nature. Yet she had that familiar feeling that it was never directed towards her but it was FOR her. But she couldn't be sure.

" Passionate. Like a roaring bon fire," Tabby finally said.

"They seemed wonderful," Belle replied softly before turning away.

"Yeah," Tabby said with nostalgia in her voice as she looked to wear Toby came and went,"I think they were too."

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what should I work on

revamping ERHIT (after a solid year of not writing for it)

Majima and Asuka Origins (MAAO) chapter 8 (after a long time of not writing)

work on animatic fight for the Majima 2.0 au

drafts for Tabby for Flock of the Divine AU

the stray and the koi (a baby Asuka au one off fic)

The Hannya and the Onryo (yet ANOTHER MAAO side fic)

Voting ended onDec 6, 2025

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CHECK MATE

Summary: Brian hunts Tabby down for information since none of the other cooks will talk under the guise of a chess game. Tabby realizes just how much danger she and everyone else are in.

TW: Nothing Major, just Brian being a creep as always

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It was a quiet night in the monastery. All the chores were done, and there were a few hours to spare before bedtime. Believe it or not, Tabby was out in the common room for once instead of refusing to leave the kitchen. Nicole threatened her with the spray bottle because she was the first one there at dawn. Yes, Tabby did hiss but eventually scampered away. Anyway Tabby was curled up on a chair reading a cookbook before one of the lambs went up to her.

Tabby looked up from over her glasses and raised an eyebrow at the lamb standing and fidgeting uncomfortably before her.

"Yes can I help you?"

"Y-yes w-well um Brother Brian wanted to know if you would play a game of chess with him," the lamb stuttered.

Tabby looked over past where the lamb was with the same confused expression and cocked eyebrow to see Brian sitting in the corner with a chessboard and an empty seat across from him. He looked at her with a laid-back, arrogant expression.

That made Tabby even more confused. Didn't Brother Brian only play chess with his favored lambs? She didn't have any of the Oracle's favors that she knew of. Not to mention how he even knows if she played chess? Mainly, he never interacted with her. Even if she's in trouble, it was always Brother Tim. What could he possibly want with her?

Tabby wanted to tell the lamb she wasn't interested and wanted to be left alone. Or lie and say that she didn't know how to play.

"Please, she's all I have left. I'll do anything you want," Tabby's words echoed through her head. Yes, she did beg to save a friend's life, and Brian did.

She supposed this wasn't the worst favor he could have asked for if this is what it was.

Tabby snapped the cookbook she was reading shut and stood up. The expression on her round face was unreadable.

"Thank you for the information," Tabby politely and curtly to the lamb before heading over towards Brian.

If she were anything else her instincts would have screamed at her to run and avoid. Her legs felt heavy and her stomach filled up with dread.

But she was an Anderson and a Rosewood kid at that. They're not known for self-preservation.

Tabby stopped behind the empty chair and waited for Brian to acknowledge her presence.

Brain looked up with a shit eating grin.

"I see you've got my message."

"More like I got your messenger. Though I must say I am surprised you asked me, of all people, to play. Don't you normally have other lambs to play with?" Tabby asked faux innocently, tilting her head to the side with wide eyes, expressing concern. Trying to sniff out any ulterior motives.

Brian flashed an ever-so charming smile, but one that was all teeth that didn't meet his eyes.

"I simply don't have any of them to play with today. I figured you'd be the next best bet. It is rare to see you out of the kitchen. I figured you'd like to experience a...different type of stimulation."

"How do you know I play? For all you know, I could be bluffing."

Brian's jaw clenched slightly at the gall of this young cook to insinuate that he could be wrong about anything.

No. He's never wrong.

"Oh come on. I've seen your nutrition formulas in your journal. Surely you're smart enough to know how to play. Especially someone with your...past schooling experience."

Tabby froze, and her hands clutched the back of the chair so hard that her knuckles turned white. She shouldn't be surprised that he knew about Rosewood. She wrote bits and pieces of her time there from what little she remembers in her journal. What threw her off guard was how accurate he was that any Rosewood kid worth their salt knows how to play chess.

"Please. Sit."

It wasn't optional.

Tabby was an Anderson and a Rosewood kid. They don't back down from challenges, no matter the odds.

The brazen young cook pulled the chair out and sat across from Brian. Tabby smoothed out her dress and sat up straight as he set up the board.

"I'll be black. You'll be white. Please no scratching the board. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Tabby looked at him in determination her answer crystal clear.

"Good. Then let the game begin."

It is worth mentioning that Tabby hasn't played since she was 15. So she was a little rusty and of course Brian won the first two games.

"Another round perhaps?" Brian set up the board again.

Tabby's hair frizzed like a cat bristling its fur. She let out what sounded like a low warning cat growl out of frustration. The young girl was on the verge of losing her temper. She clenched her jaw so hard that her teeth hurt. A habit she picked up from Nicole to help control her anger. But Rosewood kids aren't known to be quitters. Brian took her silence as a yes.

Tabby made the first move.

It amused Brian to no end just how defensive she was. It was easy to rile her up when she had nothing to ground herself with. Just how much longer can they go until she breaks?

"You know I normally don't do this, but I'm dying to hear about any drama. It is ever so lonely with all these responsibilities."

Brian laid out the trap.

"Can’t help you there. I never leave the kitchen. How would I know what's going on?" Tabby asked as she took a pawn with her knight.

Tabby made damn sure to keep her bored and tired expression and her focus on the board so she didn't smirk at Brian's eye twitch that she caught above her glasses and his huff of annoyance.

"Surely you cooks must talk about something in the kitchen to keep busy. Can't be silent in there all the time." Brian pointed out. The kitchen is usually the first place people to know about certain information.

"Not really. Sister Nicole hates it when we talk too much. And when we do, it's usually to help each other or communicate about what we're doing next," Tabby explained.

While yes, it wasn't exactly a secret that the kitchen was a hub of information that Tabby was proud to be a part of. That's why many oracles circle there often to sniff out sinners and anything that could get other lambs into trouble. But Tabby, being Tabby, has been in the cult for at least a year now. She can't exactly recall how long it's been. She knew when to shut up and act busy and innocent to avoid suspicion.

What she said wasn't exactly a lie either.

Brian gave a tight-lipped smile, and his eye twitched again. He gripped his chess piece like this was the one that would break her.

"So you haven't noticed anything unusual going on?"

Tabby shrugged.

"Can’t say I have. I've been so busy preparing for the winter and caring for others with my cooking. I simply haven't had the time." Tabby took another one of Brian's pawns. Slowly breaking down his defenses while hers remained intact.

It's not like the girl was lying again, either. What she said was true. She's known for being too engrossed in her work to notice anything else around her. And she doesn't ever leave the kitchen enough to be observant of anywhere or anything else in the monastery.

Yes, she has mastered the dumb, innocent, quiet girl persona. Which is good for keeping her sisters and brother safe, and whoever else sought sanctuary in the kitchen. She refused to ever snitch on them. Even if they snitched on her. What happens in the kitchen stays in the kitchen. Tabby makes damn sure of that.

Brian harshly moved his knight to take hers in retaliation for her refusal to give him information. Tabby used her other knight to take his bishop.

Tabby was getting bolder with her moves.

Brian took a deep breath, sat back and looked at Tabby. I mean really looked looked at her, from her braided dark brown hair that had a hint of red to it if you caught it in the light. Frizzed from high emotion and a long days work. To her round face with baby fat laced cheeks and those ridiculously wide hazel eyes that Brian wanted nothing more to pop out of her head. Those glasses that sat at the end of her nose that she pushed up often. To her slender lean arms that were littered with burns and scars all old and new. Tabby often wore clothes that made her look boxy but from where he was sitting he could almost make out a hint of a pear shaped silhouette. He couldn't help but wonder what else laid underneath.

Tabby shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she felt Brian's gaze undress and violate her. She was used to this of course. Having been approached by creeps on the street at ungodly hours of the night when her parents kicked her out for days at time in her early teens. On top of the more unsavory preachers and teachers at Rosewood. It's amazing how lucky and long she went without anything happening to her.

Unfortunately others she knew about weren’t so lucky.

"Is there a problem?" Tabby ennounciated her vowels with a sharp tone and crossed her arms and hunched over more to hide her body from view.

Brian chuckled and slightly shook his head.

"Oh if only you were older...you could be more of use."

Tabby swallowed thickly as her eyes widened in horror and disgust at the implications. Trying to avoid eye contact.

Brian took her Rook.

"You can't have her. Or them," Tabby said quietly avoiding her gaze trying to build back up her defenses to protect her Queen and king with what little pieces she had left.

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you're talking about," Brian feigned ignorance as he still held her rook. "You're in check."

"I won't let you," Tabby hissed out as she sacrificed her queen to get rid of his piece that was causing her to be in check.

"You can't save everyone." Brian moved another one of his pieces to put Tabby in check again as he took her queen.

"I have to try," Tabby looked at him with defiance as she moved her king to get out of check.

It didn’t matter. She fell right for Brian's trap. As he took her king.

"Oh what a shame. If circumstances had been different you would have made a good protege," Brian wistfully said like he was some sad poet.

"Yeah well good thing I'll never be like you," Tabby spat out before standing up and storming off to ger room. No doubt that she will be bled for this at tomorrow's divinity for her attitude and defiance but she didn't care it was about the principle and sending a message.

Brian watched her leave as her figure became smaller and smaller. Just like how she was in the world.

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Name: Tabby Anderson /The Martyr

Age: 17

Gender/pronouns: female/ she/her/they/them

Height: 5'2

Personality: anxious, obsessive/passionate, no nonsense, motherly, sarcastic, dark, bit of a perfectionist. Lacks empathy, short-tempered when provoked. Has sympathy in spades. Very cat like

Role: cook

Key relationships: doesn't have any real enemies. Not a big fan of Tim and Brian. (Due to personal trauma with adult males). Not particularly close to Kate. Pretty friendly with Lexi and the rest of the flock. She has an attachment to Toby nobody can say why not even to her.

Opinions on Alette, the flock and oracles: looks after and protects Alette like she's her own. Along with the younger members of the flock. Think of her like a mother goose or more accurately a feral mama cat. With the rest of the flock her core principles from her Rosewood days still stands. Protect and defend others. Take punishments when you can. The flock is just like her. Comradery in everything. Not particularly a big fan of the oracles but understands that they have a role to play. Likes Lexi and Toby the most.

Backstory: after the death of her friends during the Rosewood Massacre, she ran away attempting to start a new life for herself and her survival. And she did. Stumbled upon the cult and desperate for a group, stability and a sense of purpose and belonging she joined. Found purpose as a chef and has been grateful and eager to please and prove herself since.

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Routines

This is an interaction I thought of for Nicholas and Tabby.

Nicholas belongs to @connectionterminated13

 Nicholas is old. I mean old. Older than the Protestant Reformation. Older than Queen Elizabeth's I reign and the Spanish Armada. Older than any major wars. Hell even older than the original microscope. 

That being said, Nicholas has experienced a lot of life, hardships, and trauma that come with the whole living experience. With being alive for as long as he has, very few things have impressed him and given him joy. His tolerance for stupidity and humanity as a whole has grown less and less. There's nothing he likes more than his solitude and being left to his own devices.

Though that's not to say he doesn't enjoy what few things he likes such as working on the almanac and talking to the Divine and whatever else managed to grab his attention for the day.

Nicholas especially loved his routines. Same things, exact times every day. Never straying too far from the path. 

The ancient man's ears perked up at the familiar one, two, three knocking pattern. 

Right on time as always.

 “Come in.”

The young brunette girl opened the door once permission was granted. And gave a small wave of acknowledgement of his presence. The older man gave a small wave back. He remembered the first time he encountered the strange, cat like girl and the first time he caught on to her wave.

      The night was just beginning, and even a longer way to go for the man working furiously by candlelight on an almanac now that he had the motivation to. The only thing that bothered him was a slow one, two, three knocking pattern on his door.

Who the hell could that be? And how dare they disrupt his precious work time?

 Irritated and grumbling, he stormed over and flung the door open. This caused him to meet face to face with a weird, young girl who looked startled as she jumped back and held the plate of food protectively like a scared cat. Unsure if this was the right person to whom she should give the food. Nicholas’s piercing blue eyes met the girl's unnaturally wide hazel eyes that awkwardly framed her face for now. He could tell by her meek and awkward stance that she was a new lamb. Great. Another lamb that he didn't care about. Yet there was something about the girl before him. 

 Nicholas's immortality held its advantages, and that's reading people as easily as a children's chapter book. The braided brunette couldn't have been no more than 16-17. Definitely not a full-grown adult. Not with that round face and baby fat-laced cheeks. Yet something about her seemed…older. Not old as him. He would know if someone was immortal. He could sense that bone-deep exhaustion that never entirely disappeared in how she held herself. It was all held in the eyes. Haunted, knowing eyes. Eyes that held the trauma, memories, secrets, burdens, and histories of the people that came long before her and the unsure future of those who will come after. 

 Tabby continued to stare at the ginger man before her. Unsure of what to do next. Brother Tim told her to deliver food to those exempt from meal times and told her where to go, with strict instructions not to talk to this person, as they hated it. Do not stay too long. To deliver the food and go. Tabby pushed up her glasses and held out the plate with both hands for him to take.

 Without another word, he grabbed the plate and shut the door. 

 And that was the day he met the strange cat girl.

 Tabby walked into Nicholas’s space upon being invited in. She takes a look around at her surroundings. Many papers were scattered onto the table, the big book he was writing in, along to the other stack of books. The younger girl peeked at what was on some of the papers and titles of what books she could see, but not enough to be nosy, before setting the plate down at the table's edge to avoid mess. Which he greatly appreciated. She stared at him until he took a bite of his food and nodded approval. Tabby nodded in satisfaction. 

 It's amazing how they have come this far.

Every day was like that since Tabby got here, and everything was the same. At 6:00 pm there was a small three-knock pattern on his door. Nicholas would open it, take the plate from the girl, and leave. She didn't talk or do anything that annoyed him. Just stood up straight when he answered, held out the plate, and left when he closed his door.

Then one day, something changed. 

 Nicholas was busy working. Too busy to answer the door himself at the knocking, he was beginning to get accustomed to it like he usually would. 

“Come in!” He called out not bothering to look up from his writing. 

Tabby slowly opened the door but stood there in the doorway with the plate of food in her hands. She stared at him until he acknowledged her presence. 

 Feeling the young girl's eyes on him made him irritated as she was making it hard to focus on his work.

“Well?”

“It's rude to enter one's space without a proper invite,” Tabby said quietly, like it was proper manners and common sense.

“Ah, so the strange cat girl can talk. At least she has some common decency and is polite”, Nicholas thought. 

He sighed and rubbed his temples.

“You may enter,” he finally said and continued working. 

Tabby slowly stepped in like a cat walking, unsure if they'll get yelled at. She's never seen a room like this before. It reminded her of an old castle room in some of the books she used to read. The young girl tried not to overstay her brief welcome and carefully placed the plate on the table, avoiding messing up his setup. 

  Nicholas moved some pages around before sliding the plate closer to him and took a bite. Tabby continued to stare at him, trying to judge whether or not he liked the food she was forced to bring over. He looked up mid-bite and caught her staring.

“Yes?”

 “Is the food satisfactory?” Tabby inquired.

“Trust me, you would know if I hated it,” was all he said. Tabby supposed that was as good an answer as any. She nodded her head in satisfaction before finally turning to leave.

Nicholas shook his head.

What a strange girl.

Nicholas doesn't know what happened, and he highly doubts that Tabby knows. Yet her quick deliveries turned into her looking at the references of the plants, insects, and animals he was writing about. She didn't ask him questions about them or what he was doing. She just made silent observations to herself without looking through his work. Then it turned into her lingering for a few minutes more than she had to. Just enough to take a breather and regain her bearings and head out to deal with her actual responsibilities. Nicholas eventually didn't mind as long as she stayed quiet and didn't bother him. In fact, he began to grow used to Tabby's short visits and returned her small waves as a greeting. It was a refreshing change of pace, like a tasteful splash of color on an otherwise black and white painting.

Tabby left with the click of the door shut. 

Yes, you could say he was fond of this routine.