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❦ || @andcurious

ᴅᴀɪɴᴛʏ ᴘʟᴜᴄᴋs ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏs, there is no one here to make her wicked, make her CRUEL && sickly. a dwelling to herself, not echoing any footsteps but those marking her toes pressing down the sustain pedal. no chance has arrived for her to rise from the bench && manipulate some 𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 child into STAYING.not even her aunt found it NECESSARY to subject the girl into cleaning all day. thus, in the long hours ticking by between dawn && dusk she found company && comfort in the graceful 𝓂𝑒𝓁𝑜𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓈 that here fingertips had known since she was old enough to reach. yellowed music sheets sat before her DISREGARDED ;; since when had she been gifted with more modern teachings? yet there was no bitterness to taint this lack,she was more relieved to have a BREAK, to enjoy the chimes pouring from the upright instrument tucked away, to get this day -- she just needed a day -- to feel like her true self again when she never did.

Brushing her fingers across the keys after carrying out the final chord she was prepared to start over the song once more when the banging of the front door interrupted her. The day was WINDY, she knew, but it had never forced its way in before. Nor did she ever suspect a burglar ;; the unknown could be a dangerous place, but not out h e r e. fingernails shifting her skirt from off her ankles, the brunette left the refrain for another hour && braced herself to meet with the stranger. for all her NEEDS company was the last thing she wanted, yet it was not a situation to simply ignore. her nerves were already wrought with CONCERN, but seeing the younger girl wander in gnawed on her even more ;; it was not safe for children here. fates of her visitors never changed, another set of bones would be added to her 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 && so it goes.no variation ever transpired, no person ever finished their visit. her skill in luring them in was too flawless for her to fail in gaining this new one ;; though the question asked did SIDETRACK her.

❝ You’re asking me who Y O U are. Why, my turtle, I have never seen you before in my life !!! You had best tell me who you are, breaking into MY house like this !! Not that I mind too terribly much, but I’d at least appreciate to know your NAME. Pray, do tell. ❞

#andcurious #ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「postˑᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᶰᵏᶰᵒʷᶰ.」#ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「closedˑᵃᵗᵗᵉᶰᵈᵉᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉᵃ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ.」#【 v ;; ᵃˡˡ ᶤˢ ʷᵉˡˡˑᶤᵗˢ ᵒᶰˡʸ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ. 】#{ thanks for liking the post! }#{ sorry this is late! }#{ this is based off the book!#since alice forgot who she was in the beginning.#thought she might do it again in the unknown.#hope you don't mind! }#{ this got long omg. sorry! }

sorry I haven’t been here in a few days!!! I’ve been busy setting my old funderberker back up. but I have a starter in the q & I’ll get to the rest as soon as I can! starters: 1 still open!! replies: 5

#ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「oocˑᵃᶰ ᵘᶰᶤᶰᵗᵉʳᵉᶳᵗᶤᶰᵍ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉᶰᵗ.」#tbd.#{ wirt alone is a handful ok. }#{ if i don't get to this all today.#then def on friday !!! }#{ my starters here have been so long.#y cant i shut up??? }

❦ || @nigie-uno

ʟɪғᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs sʟᴏᴡ. a pace all inhabitants of the unknown had grown accustomed to over the centuries. days blurred together, marked only by the changing of the leaves && festivals for 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈. it left the rest of the minutes to tick by UNEVENTFULLY. left some uninhabitants out of much of a life ;; particularly the tavern goers who sat idle all day && found excitement in even normally MUNDANE happenings. for a newcomer to arrive was a new topic for gossip for some time to come, especially ones that caused such a COMMOTION. the wayward souls who passed by her corner of the woods rarely put up a FIGHT, rarely protested their inevitable ᴅᴇᴍɪsᴇ from some force or other. life here was s l o w ;; a pace adjusted to easily because their paths had reached an END. one of comfort, for they had been set in this pace for years.

&& admittedly, that sort of existence made the boy’s attitude all the more OVERWHELMING. lorna had encountered 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇 a dozen times before ;; even good-willed determination && senseless joy. yet never this tone more suited for business, a result of someone who actually KNEW what they were doing && where they were going. it was unsettling at the very least ;; these woods were not typically a destination for those who knew their PURPOSE in life.

❝ Nay, I’m sorry. I’ve never heard of the kids you speak of. Have you come here with others? What are you even doing here? ❞

#nigieuno #ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「postˑᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᶰᵏᶰᵒʷᶰ.」#ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「closedˑᵃᵗᵗᵉᶰᵈᵉᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉᵃ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ.」#【 v ;; ᵃˡˡ ᶤˢ ʷᵉˡˡˑᶤᵗˢ ᵒᶰˡʸ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ. 】#{ thanks for liking the post! }#{ ahh i haven't seen knd in forever.. }#{ i read your rules btw !! }

❦ || @wardenjail

sᴏʟɪᴄɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴇϙᴜᴀʟ sᴀғᴇᴛʏ, not ALWAYS. && the gentleman standing at her threshold served as evidence. even in life, lorna had never encountered grander cities, never witnessed major crimes or the facilities their perpetrators were kept in. && now in death, she inhabited a land far from the larger cities in the 𝓊𝓃𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 (though even THOSE had little substance to them) and the worst punishment one could endure for their sins was a short sentence to ᖴᖇOᘜ ᒍᗩIᒪ. yet she was still somewhat well-versed in jails && their wardens, && she knew enough to realize this man belonged to such a profession -- who else so well-clad would ever hold an interest in H E R? although, then again, she was probably just being PARANOID.after building up such a well-kept 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 in the other room, she had become keen to looking out for trouble, especially from THIS stranger.

The flash of an 𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 smile && a curtsy ;; she was CONFIDENT she could lead his mind a s t r a y from whatever it was set on. if she could but earn his trust, persuade him to let his guard down ever so subtly,the other room could remain tidy AS IT WAS,or perhaps she could even get 𝓁𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓎, it was not often she was presented with a chance to accept such a LARGE donation, only children ever came down this path. she knew well to be on her best BEHAVIOUR, to coax him inside so that he had no chance of forcing her O U T.

❝ Good day, kind sir. Prithee, don’t stand out in the cold, do come in. Can I fetch you a cup of tea? Or light the fireplace for you? ❞

#wardenjail #ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「postˑᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᶰᵏᶰᵒʷᶰ.」#ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「closedˑᵃᵗᵗᵉᶰᵈᵉᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉᵃ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ.」#【 v ;; ᵃˡˡ ᶤˢ ʷᵉˡˡˑᶤᵗˢ ᵒᶰˡʸ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ. 】#{ is this the face of a murderer to you ?!?! }#{ ... the warden will be fine. }

❦ || @hivaeth

ɪᴛs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ᴏᴄᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴄᴇ, but auntie whispers is GONE && she wants to make an EXCEPTION. lorna is nothing shy of intelligent, wise enough to realize what leaving their abode && encountering others means (and how to utilize it) but her daily existence could only be UPHELD for so long. fresh air && the warmth even the 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒾𝓇 could emit were experiences sorely missed, a necessity a solely lit candle && her own illness did not stand a chance to REPLACE. there is no life in stealing glances of the daytime sky from a shuttered window or talking to the soft patters of raindrops on the roof as though it could fill the void no outside contact has left her with. it is nights like these that she strides for, when she is left to her own devices && she can be certain not even her I L L N E S S could bar her way now.

𝒮𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅 never comes to her anyway, && this lust for some sort of livelihood - this time devoid of her hidden DEPRAVITY - impels her to slip out, to lose herself in the round about path of the 𝓌𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓈 she would like to think she KNEW WELL. here the trees ran thin, their branches sprawled along the inky darkness but not obscuring it COMPLETELY. a clear night, one willing to share the 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝑔𝑜 𝓋𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 above, strewn with the white stars she had learned of in handwritten books && composed myths of when all was silent && she could comtemplate. && she’s not ABOVE speaking to herself, not when she’s so often left ａｌｏｎｅ.

❝ Nay, they do not resemble the 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 back home, when I was younger. Although, these ones don’t seem to have as much SENSE to them. Must be why I have found no stories about them like with the others... yet. ❞

#hivaeth #ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「postˑᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᶰᵏᶰᵒʷᶰ.」#ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「closedˑᵃᵗᵗᵉᶰᵈᵉᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉᵃ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ.」#【 v ;; ᵃˡˡ ᶤˢ ʷᵉˡˡˑᶤᵗˢ ᵒᶰˡʸ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ. 】#{ thanks for liking the post! }#{ well the unknown is a place for lost stories.. }

❦ || @byanger

ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ. more often than not, when passersby happened upon her ancient dwelling she did not notice them at first. auntie whispers kept her busy when she could, && her own THOUGHTS occupied her mind for the rest of her time spent alone. if anyone visited, it was unexpected, a rare occasion that caught her UNAWARE every time. except for this time, this overcast afternoon when the world was SILENT && even lorna didn’t disrupt the world with sound as she sorted through the bones of her victims once more. its not a word of greeting or sudden footsteps that jerks her into AWARENESS just a reflex, a shift in FOCUS toward him without notice or thought. && when she does see him, she understands.

Its no secret to lorna that she’s dead. she knows well where she is && WHY she is, if not fully how she GOT there. the boy standing at her threshold did not inspire 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇 in her, not for her livelihood (that was already lost) but his very PRESENCE was unsettling regardless. it forced her hands to fall still, her breath catch for a beat before her lungs cried for breath once more --- which was responded to with a cough. no, she’s CERTAIN he can cause no more 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇 for her ;; wasn’t being sent to purgatory despair enough? but an automatic panic tugs at her, demands she not add another set of bones her growing collection,keeps her meek.

❝ Why have you come here, child? There is NOTHING for you here. ❞

#byanger #ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「postˑᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᶰᵏᶰᵒʷᶰ.」#ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「closedˑᵃᵗᵗᵉᶰᵈᵉᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉᵃ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ.」#【 v ;; ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉˡˡ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵃᶰᵈᶳ ᵐᵉ 】#{ thanks for liking the post! }#{ i'm not familiar with your fandom.#so sorry if the narration is a bit awkward ! }

❦ || @perignotus

sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴜɴᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ. a blight in the unknown’s mostly benign 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 livelihood a manipulative addict of he who sang with the night. though she was auntie whispers’ SISTER, her very existence was cautioned about, a well-kept secret those who had little troubles ever heard rumors about. only the DESPERATE went to her, those so depraved they were willing to sell away 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁𝓈 in exchange for a solution. only those who would never have 𝒫𝐸𝒜𝒞𝐸 of mind whether they followed her perverted orders or not. these woods hosted a few natural ωιтcнєѕ, and to go to adelaide was a true marker of ignorance && D E S P A I R, of a lost future.

so why was this girl no older than lorna trailing ADELAIDE?

Adelaide was always an UNWELCOME guest, but it had never stopped her before --- when- ever she had actually taken the time to LEAVE her own abode. && lorna is a good girl for the most part,politely keeping SILENT instead of addressing the unjust ωιтcн. hands clasped, head bowed, she is intent on only letting AUNTIE WHISPERS talk to the one who preys on those in need of HELP. but the girl on adelaide’s heels inspires 𝓅𝒶𝓃𝒾𝒸 in her, urges her to take a small step forward, the distress clear with wide eyes && words ready to fall from her lips -- a question. trimmed fingernails wrench at her rough, cotton apron in lieu of a cry, of HORROR. because this girl is so 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔 ;; too young to have the strings of her life in ADELAIDE’S merciless hand. because lorna can see SPIRIT in her that other victims had already 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 to DESPONDENCY. because servitude to the elder was a fate worse than 𝓓𝓔𝓐𝓣ℋ. because even lorna has some empathy towards those who fell into this TRAP, even if she had committed horrid acts herself. because even 𝓁𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒶, who sorts through the bones of mere passersby, was wary of adelaide.

Perhaps it will be a waiting game ;; it is not OFTEN adelaide is able to snag a new 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 sheep, && she may not be willing to part with this one so EASILY, may stave off any attempts lorna could make. although, this one is still conscious, eyes still alight with her own will. maybe things would be different this time. edging around the sisters in argument, lorna approached the other cautiously, curious but not completely devoid of self-preservation. she had regained her COMPOSURE, only a slight frown still prominent && a quiet 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 still tugging at her ribs. halting a couple feet away from the redhead, she coughed before asking softly, almost inaudible.

❝ Pray tell, can you hear me? What has she done to you? ❞

#perignotus #ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「postˑᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᶰᵏᶰᵒʷᶰ.」#ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「closedˑᵃᵗᵗᵉᶰᵈᵉᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉᵃ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ.」#【 v ;; ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵘˢ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵐᵃʳᶤᵒᶰᵉᵗᵗᵉˢ. 】#{ alright i got a verse for this now. }#{ so i had fun. }

❦ || @mysterypined

ITS A CONSTANT. && for all her independence && need for quiet contemplation, the 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 is an accompaniment of reality regardless. how many hours can she sort a finite amount of bones before her mind wanders, before auntie whispers is wanted again? on some level there is a yearning for more 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑜𝓂 but what is the point when she is eternally shrouded in 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒹𝑒? the books on the shelves collect dust ;; her mind is too RESTLESS these days. her existence is one she is too painfully aware of, one she would rather hide, LEAVE BEHIND. && only the steady rain kept her together in desperate hours.

Her thoughts have always been OVERWHELMING, enough to where she doesn’t notice the newcomer in her decrepit shack. no fire has ever lit the fireplace, the corners remain buried in 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌. what light should ever reach her when her illness was so predominant? who would ever step foot in her dwelling when it has fallen into disrepair from a keeper not able to past the THRESHOLD? nobody is expected, not while IT still haunts her very 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽. so when the boy enters it is a SHOCK.

❝ Prithee, child, what have you come here for? Don’t you know not to w a n d e r at this time of day? ❞

#mysterypined #ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「postˑᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᶰᵏᶰᵒʷᶰ.」#ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「closedˑᵃᵗᵗᵉᶰᵈᵉᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉᵃ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ.」#【 v ;; ᵗʰᶤᶳ ᵏᶰᵒʷˡᵉᵈᵍᵉ ᶤᶳ ʰᵃᵘᶰᵗᶤᶰᵍ 】#{ thanks for liking the post! }

STARTER CALL !!!!

#ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「openˑᶤᶰᵛᶤᵗᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵗᵉᵃ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ.」#{ no cap! }#{ though it may take me time to write them! }#{ verse will vary. }

You arrive along with the sun. Where have you been darlin’? What have you done? You were out finding trouble again. There's a fire in your eyes and there's blood on your hands. Come inside and lie down to sleep. You ain't gonna run and you know that you're beat. Rest awhile, they're coming for you. There's a price to be paid for the things that we do. Fall asleep and forget all your troubles. Dream of laughter and old friends and lovers. Dream of when you were innocent. Dream forever. Lord knows you've been 'round in your day. But this kind of trouble, won't just go away. Darlin', now you're adrift in the deep. So just lay down your head and I'll sing you to sleep.

all is well ;; it’s only ｂｌｏｏｄ

#ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「promoˑᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵘʳᵗˡᵉᶳ.」#;; self promo #{ making a banner for her is hard. }#{ but yesss i revamped this blog.#i've missed lorna so much hrng..#so many new ideas since i left !!! }

floralls

tinniitus

floralls:

by ki_coo

#ll ▐ ❧ ▐ 「the unknownˑᵗʰᶤᶳ ᶤᶳ ᵐʸ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᶰᵒʷ.」

❦「slqhv」

ITS BEEN in her possession for sometime now, an ancient book filled to the brim with yellowed pages && knowledge on the Unknown. there is only one, though by the looks of it the boy carried a book fairly SIMILAR. it would be odd to find an extension of her own tome. . .

❝ Good day !! Lad, where did you get that book? You have not stolen it have you? Only naughty little boys steal things && I would LOATHE to think that you have misbehaved. What is your tome called? ❞

#slqhv #ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「postˑᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᶰᵏᶰᵒʷᶰ.」#ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「closedˑᵃᵗᵗᵉᶰᵈᵉᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉᵃ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ.」#【 ᵛ ;; ᵗʰᶤᶳ ᵏᶰᵒʷˡᵉᵈᵍᵉ ᶤᶳ ʰᵃᵘᶰᵗᶤᶰᵍ 】#{ forget wirt #Lorna gets the tome of the unknown #bless mchale }

you have such a cute character wtf

❝ thank you, kind friend !!! I can say the same for you! ❞

#littlebxdger #ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「postˑᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᶰᵏᶰᵒʷᶰ.」#ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「askˑᵃ ˡᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ʳᵉᶜᵉᶤᵛᵉᵈ.」#{ Thanks for asking! }#{ if you like her #you should watch over the garden wall! }#{ assuming you haven't already }

*seductively flirts with you behind Auntie Whispers' back* -Monstrous Non-Human Undead Cthulhumanoid Hybrid Anon

❝ I’M TELLING AUNTIE WHISPERS. ❞

#ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「postˑᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᶰᵏᶰᵒʷᶰ.」#ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「askˑᵃ ˡᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ʳᵉᶜᵉᶤᵛᵉᵈ.」#{ Thanks for asking! }#{ WHAT IS THIS }#{ Lorna's a good girl. }

seulisms

|| continuée. ||| continued. ||

tinniitus

❦「ѕнα∂σωє∂ мєηαcє」

|| Pauvre vent. Vous sifflez sans un seul ami. ||

— “Then Adelaide gave me misinformation,” the Beast said, scorn tinting his voice. Glowing orbs heightened slightly, the equivalent of arching eye- brows. “A deal? Go on, child.”

“Well I have never known Adelaide to tell the TRUTH,” she muttered, looking away briefly in disdain. “Yes, a deal, I was wondering if its possible for me to pay you for your letting the brothers pass by safely. I promise to follow through.”

#seulisms #ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「postˑᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᶰᵏᶰᵒʷᶰ.」#ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「shortˑᶤ ᵇᵉˡᶤᵉᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ.」#【 ᵛ ;; ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉˡˡ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵃᶰᵈᶳ ᵐᵉ 】#{ ah I figured it would be a neat idea #& wirt did save her #let me know if you'd rather do something else! }

❦「∂αηι」

that whole “if you know the way out” thing sounded ominous, but she brushed that aside for the time being. There was always a way out, if you looked hard enough. And she liked exploring, regardless.

—And who needed a map when you had a guide, anyway?

So, with a bright smile in stark contrast to the other’s sad expression, she nodded.

“Yeah! That’d be better, even. ‘cept, I don’t even know your name. I’m Dani.”

AN ADVENTURE. She actually had the means && reason to go on an adventure now. Rather this trip would be a success or not was out of her control, but at the very least she could have a friend n o w.

&& that realization was the only persuasion she had need of to explore the Unknown. Catching onto the grin the other now boasted, she responded with her own, much more confident in this upcoming journey.

“Brilliant, then! Its my pleasure to meet you Dani. My name is Lorna. Where did you want to go first?”

#ectoplasmiic #ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「postˑᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᶰᵏᶰᵒʷᶰ.」#ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「shortˑᶤ ᵇᵉˡᶤᵉᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ.」#【 ᵛ ;; ʷᶤᶳᵈᵒᵐ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᶰᵏᶰᵒʷᶰ 】#{ worst update ever }#ahh! yeah she's so sweet #& she has the tome of the unknown so #she must have originally been quite important #{ an otgw verse would be awesome !! }

❦「υηηαмєɗ ѕανισя」

[✧]―

The voice of a young woman heeded a cry for help, & he decided to ANSWER. After all, this strange place had him stranded for an hour, maybe more…

Stanford was QUICK on his feet, pulling out of his coat a rather large bag. There was no need for formalities― instead of making conversation, he GRABBED the basket, opening its lid & using another hand to open the bag. The turtles were POURED into it, basket then set aside along with its lid. In a mere second, he managed to tie a knot to secure the bag.

❝I think that should work. A wise TRAVELER, & young lady, may you & he was LOST… mind me asking… where It made no sense. we are?❞

It left the older man baffled at the prospect. He knew Gravity Falls like the back of his PALM. Asking for help was his last resort. For he KNEW that home should have been nearby. Yet it was nowhere to be found.

SEEING THAT this passerby would come to her aid after all, she stepped aside to let him do his work. it was with pleasant ASTONISHMENT that she did so.

Following his transferring the turtles to his bag, she approached him once more && looked to the sack curiously. Where the wicker basket had begun to FRAY && splinter, the thick fabric held out against the squirming of the small yet increasingly violent turtles. With a timid certainty she held out her HAND to take the bag && its contents from him ;; it WAS her burden to bear, after all. . .

❝ I believe so, as well. Thank you for your service, good sir. Where? Why, we’re in the Unknown, though not very close to a town, I’m afraid. You are LOST, I suppose? ❞

It was not OFTEN that wayward souls came upon her. Any towns or other joints were not exactly close to the house Auntie Whispers had provided for her. But she knew the woods thanks to The Tome of the Unknown && was confident she could be of some USE now.

#stanfordisms #ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「postˑᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᶰᵏᶰᵒʷᶰ.」#ll ▐ ❦ ▐ 「shortˑᶤ ᵇᵉˡᶤᵉᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ.」#【 ᵛ ;; ᵗʰᶤᶳ ᵏᶰᵒʷˡᵉᵈᵍᵉ ᶤᶳ ʰᵃᵘᶰᵗᶤᶰᵍ 】#{ ah thank you !!! }#{ dang Ford more like mr.smooth }#{ & ye that works for the verse !!#I left my gf crossover verse flexible }

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