Multiple dimensions for multiple different versions of one’s self. Generally speaking, he was pretty ALRIGHT with how “ his ” dimension’s edition of Mabel Pines behaved, and genuinely favored her chaotic behavior among most boring individuals. However, that doesn’t mean he wasn’t CURIOUS to see what could possibly be an IMPROVEMENT upon her overall persona, thus leading him to the Gleeful’s.
“ LOOKIT YOU ! SOMEONE’S IN THE DUMPS. OR IS THAT JUST HOW YOU ALWAYS LOOK, FALLEN STAR ? CAN’T REALLY TELL ! ”
A migraine began to creep from the back to the front of her head. This yellow triangle that had appeared during her leisure time was no doubt some alternate version of Will. But whereas her demon spoke slightly softer than most people, his alternate was LOUD. Very loud. Thank gods she’d gotten the blue triangle instead. It did make her wonder though about her own alternate self; dealing with him must be a PAIN.
“I have this thing called RBF. It’s awful, really, but SUPER useful in getting time to myself except for right now. And like, if y’ain’t gonna help me scheme murder, you might as well bother someone else.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t be doing that.” Now he definitely sounded like a goodie-two-shoes, which wasn’t really true at all. He just didn’t like crime or violence, like most people. Sun brushed his hand across his head to remove the hood of his yellow hoodie. Black hair spiking in a mess as he did so. “Hey, come on. Don’t do that.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t be telling me what to do,” she huffed, sounding every bit like a spoiled brat; a slight contradiction to her cold, sinister gaze. “Who’s the one standing in blood right now?” Straightening up as she asked the rhetorical question, she kept her focus on the dying man at her feet. Or was he already dead? She gave him a kick to check. A twitch. He was still alive. Sighing, she turned to face Sun. “Whoops. My foot slipped.”
• reincarnation AUs have my mcfreaking heart – can either be lovers, enemies, or best friends.
i’m a sucker for only one of them remembering (and mabel would be so intense + doing whatever she can to make your muse remember)
PLOT TWIST(?): mabel actually saw your muse once. she remembered. she tried to talk to them, but got dismissed (reason up to you). that makes her think that your muse DOESN’T remember your past life (or lives) with her and so she… wait for it… alters / “erases” her memories. (air quotes bc they can be brought back)
• everyone’s favorite next door neighbors AU. whether they annoy the hell out of each other, ignore each other, or sometimes have late night chats on their balconies; their bond deepens after mabel’s pet pig, waddles, gets out of her apartment and into your muse’s when neither of them are home. so your muse opens their door to the sight of a random pig making a mess of things. mabel comes back just in time to see waddles gone AND the reaction of your muse.
• mabel succumbing to her magic; letting it consume her and essentially attaining the “goddess” status she’s dreamt of. minus immortality.
if your muse is a god, they could come and see what this newbie is all about.
if your muse is not, they could’ve known mabel from the ADs about the tent and, when stumbling upon her one day, recognize her from that. but she seems… different…
(she’s technically not OP in this btw ‘cause of her mortality & human body;
the overflowing amount of magic is like, keeping her on a thin line between life + death)
• IF SOMEONE DID A NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM AU WITH ME I WOULD CRY!!
either mabel is a wax figure in an exhibit detailing the history of the American circus or your muse is (with the background of your choice).
the other muse would either be
a thief sneaking in, completely unaware that the museum comes to life at night until they stumble upon the other
a visitor / benefactor who wants to see more and decides to visit after hours. they could also already know about the museum’s secret & is friends with several exhibits. the wax muse could either be new to the museum or have never bothered to meet this night owl until now.
OR our muses could BOTH be wax figures with a relationship like Sacagewea + Teddy (crushing -> become lovers / or good friends) or Jed + Octavius (enemies in the beginning who warm up and become friends; or don’t.)
ALSO for Harry Potter muses / muses with HP verses; what if we went super meta with this and either (or both) of our muses are part of an exhibit in the British Museum à la the real ‘Harry Potter: A History of Magic’ exhibit from the British Library.
do you know how heartbreaking it’d be if one of our muses was a wax figure ‘cause they actually died during the second wizarding war and the other muse knew them when they were alive? to see this wax version moving & talking to them? ;v;
• another favorite trope: waking up in vegas after getting drunkenly married.
either to a stranger, an ex, her worst enemy, or a client / benefactor of the tent (‘cause while she’d gladly sleep with them, marriage is way out there). they could wake up in the same hotel room
OR (and i think this is more fun), wake up in separate rooms so they have absolutely no clue who they’re married to except for foggy memories, blurry photos on their phone, and some hints in texts / drunk tweeting.
this is 100% a legal marriage as well; good luck to our muses!
• mabel has a big fear of the undead / anything related to the dead coming back to life (so ghosts). she hates it and sees it as a weakness she needs to get rid of. she calls your muse and asks them to help her get over this fear.
this plot would show mabel at one of her most vulnerable states and would (most likely) create a very deep, possibly intimate bond between our muses. your muse would have gained mabel’s utmost trust after all.
• this list with mabel in the celeb role bc i’m a HUGE fan of celeb/non-celeb AUs
• if applicable: mabel’s parents employing your muse
to spy, assassinate, hurt, etc. mabel. but feelings (romantic/platonic) develop. shit will go down if your muse never tells mabel about their employer and she finds out on her own.
shit will still go down even if they tell her; but at least she won’t absolutely hate & want to kill your muse.
• this list of shakespeare inspired plots minus romeo + juliet and othello
• that soulmate AU where you have many, different kinds of soulmates (positive or negative) and they leave a colored imprint (the lighter the color is, the friendlier/positive that soulmate is) wherever they first touch you.
mabel has a lot of imprints but the ones that stand out the most (& the ones she treasures) are from dipper, will, & the stans. she doesn’t think she’ll ever get another imprint as bright as theirs, so she’s not careful with touching like most people are.
and then your muse touches her and there’s this beautifully bright colored imprint in a sea of darker marks. mabel immediately leaves her own imprint on your muse so that they have the same color in the same place.
• THIS CRYPTID AT DENNY’S PLOT!!!!! IT MADE ME SMILE AND NOW I WANT IT
for the special torture performances, what does the audience usually pay? and what motivated the gleefuls into making them?
special performances price(s): this is dependent on the member! at first, the Stans merely asked for favors, but as the audience grew and the performances began to spread through whispers/word-of-mouth, they allowed them to give whatever they could. be it loyalty, protection, being indebted, valuable treasures, potions / something similar, etc. things like debts & favors are usually cleared before the next performance, so the fact that that doesn’t build up to a ridiculous amount keeps people coming back for more.
motivation: they originally toyed with the idea of these special performances BEFORE they’d summoned Will. it was going to be for humans who had a love for gore, torture, death, etc. (found through the da.rk web) as well as the few supernatural beings they already knew. they had to focus on the family shows though since it was their biggest source of income. when they DID summon Will, the idea finally came to fruition thanks to his influence and ability to reach a wider array of creatures / people. the Stans really liked that they could keep these shows discreet, feed their own twisted desires, and gain a good reputation amongst the monster/supernatural community.
Her expression brightened a little at the assurance. “Good, I don’t want to be rude in asking or anything… Just let me know if there’s anythin’ I shouldn’t be pryin’ at, okay?” She did want to try and learn about more abilities than Veil could teach her, and who better to ask than one who’d done so well to master theirs?
“How long did it take you to get so amazing at them? You’re such a natural I can tell every second was well spent.”
Sweet and pure, like a little puppy made out of candy. That’s how Mabel would describe her just from this conversation. It’s a bit unnerving - she’s used to dealing with slicker folks - but the compliment and opportunity to brag settled the feeling.
“I’m flattered. I suppose the natural part comes from being born with hints of magic already. But I’ve been working night and day on strengthening my powers for a little over ten years now. Magic is the first thing I do when I wake up and the last thing when I go to sleep. S’like second nature.”
knees protrude like tiny hills from frothy waves that glide over the rest of his submerged form. he doesn’t roll or rock with the currents. pressed securely into pale sands, water pours forth and ripples over him and umi does not move, does not gasp for air, he stays under for a very long time with eyes closed & ears open ( two minutes, three minutes, more. ) the beach is where his things go to die, umi thinks, the sand itself a bed of washed up shells, stones, bones, and scales. but these graveyards have been overrun by so much stuff and tourism that he can barely hear any animals among all the rumbling … it’s uncomfortable.
umi rises suddenly, blinking back sunlight, to come face-to-face with a stranger looking at him with mild … panic? concern? he doesn’t know but people have approached him with worry before, thinking he couldn’t swim. a guileless smile crests on his face. ‘ it’s pretty noisy here, huh? ’
deep breath in. deep breath out. eyes closed, toes wriggling in the sand and a soft breeze running fingers through chocolate brown hair; with one sense gone, every other sense is heightened. the wind reminiscent of a gentle touch she'd experienced in a dream once upon a time. the sand the closest thing to a tickling sensation that doesn’t strike fear into her heart. it’s warm from the sun and her love for the beach. Mabel wonders if kids with happy families feel like every day and opens her eyes as the thought shatters her moment of bliss. where’s her family? she scans the beach; there are her parents under an umbrella, there’s her brother building a sandcastle, and there’s someone’s knees poking out of the water. wait. are they drowning?
the beach is fairly full yet, to her knowledge, no one else seems to have noticed. panic begins to swell within her, she’s only a kid after all, and before she realizes it, her feet are beating against the sand. she comes upon them only a second or two before they emerged from the water. she lets out a sigh of relief when she sees his smile. “people are always noisy. is that why you were underwater? is it quieter?” a slight tilt of her head, voice quiet with hints of curiosity.
“Where it came from, yes.” Alex nodded. “They might not be good at communicating, but once upon a time, they used to be us. Wouldn’t think it would you?”
“Not at all. I mean, they don’t look or act human anymore. I wouldn’t call them anything other than a thing. And this thing... is heavy...” Mabel huffed, grabbing the unconscious weevil by the legs and trying to drag it. “Where did it come from?”
would she fuck with people she found repulsive if it promised to be worthwhile for her?
Mabel would fuck with anyone for the sake of fucking with them and her own amusement.She would also fuck people who are unattractive / disgusting to her if she got something in return that’s valuable enough to outweigh what she just did. also, she’ll gladly use illusion magic to make it more enjoyable for herself.
bad breath / horrible body odor / poor hygiene in generalbeing too gentle during sex (i.e. treating her like she’ll break)finishing early (she’ll leave immediately; also applies to if you finish before her)poor sense of style (nice clothes really up the attraction level for her)awkwardly bad dirty talk (there’s a big difference between sexy & sensual and ‘oh my god please shut up, i wanna die of embarrassment after hearing that’)being put in the submissive role (she will allow it with certain people, but if someone she hooked up with asked her of that? she’s out.)
“Hey… Can we try something new?”
“Is it going to hurt?”
“Wait! I…I’ve never done this before.”
“Just be still and relax…”
“Er, am I doing this right?”
“I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“I want my first time to be with you.”
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to finish so early!”
“Ah, I feel so embarrassed…”
PUBLIC AFFAIRS -
“Wow…you’re easy to rile up.”
“Forget the bed…let’s do it right here.”
“What if someone sees us?!”
“Quiet down or they’ll hear us.”
“Try to keep quiet…we wouldn’t want to get caught.”
“Are you serious? Here? Now?”
“We should do it somewhere else other than a bed tonight.”
“Home is too far away. No one’s going to see us here.”
“I’m going to mark you as mine tonight.”
“I wish I could control myself better around you, but when I see you, all I want to do is rip your clothes off and fuck you.”
PICK-UP LINES && SUGGESTIONS. -
“I’m going outside to make out… care to join me?”
“What’s your favorite silverware? Because I like to spoon!”
“Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.”
“Thank god I’m wearing gloves, because you’re too hot to handle.”
“I think I could fall madly in bed with you.”
“Can I put you on my to-do list?”
“I can’t take my eyes off of you.“
“If these people weren’t here, I would be on my knees with your cock in my mouth.”
“Kiss the hell out of me. Please.”
“You can stay but your clothes must go.”
“I like my reflection a little more with you all over me.”
“Does this feel good?”
“Take a bath with me?”
“Are you sure you want to do it in the shower- we could slip!”
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“And how are you going to make it up to me?”
“My sexual preference is often.”
“i got a new apartment, and i need someone to put clothes on the floor. “
“I just want to bend you over and fuck you hard…”
HOT && HEAVY -
“You make such adorable sounds.”
“ Want to make me scream? I’ll bet you can. “
“S-Stop staring at me like that!”
“So are we going to do this already or what?”
“Stop teasing!”
“do you know how bad i want you?”
“you’re so sexy when you’re hot and bothered.”
“Don’t cover your mouth…I like hearing you.”
“Aw, you’re so cute when you blush like that.”
“We’ve only got three minutes…let’s do this fast.”
“get on your knees.”
“oh, look who’s not wearing any underwear~”
“what’s my name?”
“Why didn’t you just say you liked it rough?”
“I love seeing you covered in my marks…”
“I love it when you leave your marks on me…”
“don’t stop!”
“Please. I need you. Now.”
“i want you to fuck me.”
“Should we use rope or handcuffs?”
“beg for it.”
“bend over.”
“Let me hear you sing for me.”
“you are already turned on ~?”
“swallow it. all of it.”
MISC -
“ Come sit on my lap, love “
“ You look so gorgeous right now…”
“ I love it when you grab the sheets when you’re about to cum. “
“ Strip for me. Slowly. I want to savor every inch of you. “
“ That pretty little face deserves to get fucked ~”
“ Mmm… do you like that? “
“Such a pretty sight, all tied up in ropes.”
“I wore these panties just for you.”
“You are mine, never forget that.”
“Ah, ah. I didn’t say you could touch me.”
“You’ll be glad to hear that I’m not wearing underwear today.”
“You like how I bend over for you, huh?”
“I saw that. You just checked me out.”
“You wanna help me out of this?”
what IS the tent of telepathy?
ft. family friendly fun + shady business
**(if you have any questions after reading this, ask! i’m happy to answer them!)
the physical aspects:
Uses the typical circus set up (“a rounded or oblong arena lined with tiers of seats...”), has only three tiers of seats, and was created with magic. However, the tent is made of real fabric - it will rip and tear - and has protection spells around it during the off season or whenever the Gleefuls aren’t in it. This is to keep it safe from anyone who dares to try and vandalize it. There is also an alarm system that’s connected to the mansion so they’d be alerted of any trespassers. Whoever even dares to set it off is a fool and usually not seen ever again.
It’s striped - white and blue (i.e. the image for this post) - and comes up to one point. There’s a colorful star with a closed eye in the middle decorating the very top; like the star on a Christmas tree. During ‘special’ performances, the eye is open.
At first glance, it looks like it would be too small to fit more than fifty people along with a stage. Obviously, the looks are as deceiving as the performers.
There’s a slightly smaller tent attached to the back. That’s where the twins get ready before a show, cool down during intermission + between shows, and relax once the audience is all gone. This tent has a spell on it that makes it a thing in your peripheral, but you don’t ever directly look at it. Audience members know that there’s a backstage tent, but don’t know exactly where which means they don’t ever interact with it.
ticketing + logistics:
Show tickets are between $30 - $50 depending on which seat you pick. Children under 12 are $15 and infants are free. Can’t be bought online; they must be bought at the small, ticket booth right outside of the tent’s entrance (this is manned by Will). Online tickets are available for their touring shows.
There are only 500 seats per show with 2 shows a day (matinee and evening). Performances only happen the first and last weekend of every month with extra, themed ones during holidays (the seat cap is raised to 1,000 for these themed shows).
They last between 90 to 120 minutes (1 1/2 hour to 2 hours).
touring:
Something they began two years.
They bring their show on the road for a month in Spring (usually March or April) and then overseas for three months (usually during the Fall; one month in Europe, one in Asia, one in South America. They’ve yet to visit the same city twice in the two years they’ve done these tours since one month isn’t a lot of time; even with their magic making traveling a lot faster).
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regular tent of telepathy performances:
For all ages.
A very family friendly show.
Full of magic tricks, trapeze acts (mainly from Mabel as the trapeze artist; sometimes Dipper joins in), hypnosis, illusions, and mind-reading. Relies on audience participation in order to keep them engaged. They offer post-show palm readings and private psychic readings for an extra $5 and $10, respectively. Due to the rarity of performances, high praise from critics, and marketing; it’s a must-see attraction for those visiting overseas and anyone living in or traveling to the Pacific Northwest. People are usually lining up at the ticketing booth at least three hours before the show. Some people try to camp out (Mabel likes to watch those folks in the early morning).
Of course, there have been journalists who try to dirty the tent’s image by calling the twins frauds and saying it’s all a hoax. Those articles never see the light of day and blog posts never stay up long enough for anyone to read it. There’s absolutely nothing odd going on here.
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special tent of telepathy performances:
Never announced publicly.
A very private and exclusive event.
Only open to supernatural/non-human beings.
Sometimes, the rare human is invited. that person is usually a corrupt CEO, government official, or head of a crime organization (i.e. the human must be immoral, a fan of bloodshed, a killer, etc.). First time guests are sent personal invitations. They’re chosen by Will as he can find out the most information about them and see if they meet the requirements to be invited to these special performances. Most of the audience stays the same though; they’re given IDs specific to the tent, so they’re essentially part of an exclusive, underground club. Those who have been to two of these shows are allowed to bring a +1 to future shows. The amount of guests the members can bring increases after every 5 shows they’ve attended. However, that’s a difficult privilege to get in a short amount of time due to the shows happening at random times.
(Members are informed through their IDs about a performance)
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While the Stans had retired from regular performances, they were still charge of these special performances. The twins were introduced to them two months before they turned sixteen. Will had kept them hidden and away from the crowd. Afterwards, they worked as shadow security. That meant that while Will was the one greeting guests and making sure they were on the list or had a card, the twins watched the tent from the shadows, making sure no one tried to sneak in (or out. You couldn’t leave the tent until the performance was over. If an emergency arose, you’d have to get permission from Will.)
This has been the way of the tent since Stanley and Stanford set it up.
At first, members from the very start of the ‘special’ performances were wary of Dipper and Mabel when the Stans announced that their performance days would be coming to a halt and that these were their successors. (A reasonable reaction as members were certain about enjoying the Stans performances; they had no idea what to make of the young blood) The twins proved themselves to be as spectacular as their Great Uncles and quickly became favored by the audience.
(Mabel was subjected to catcalls and leers in the beginning until she lured one particularly annoying werewolf outside the tent and came back with his tongue in her hand. They were more respectful towards her afterwards.)
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Now, what are these special performances, you may ask?
They’re showcases of magic... in it’s darkest, rawest form. A human or multiple humans serve as assistants. They’re actually sacrifices (in everything but name). The twins make torture look like a beautiful art form; flaying skin, burning body parts, breaking bones, whatever horrible thing you can imagine. It’s a performance to feed the audience’s brutal nature; their deep sated desire for blood.
Participation is big during these performances. They often call on members to come up on stage and have their way with any of the sacrifices (or the one). Older members have seniority, but they have a cap of three shows in terms of a participant being picked (i.e. chosen participant can come up three times and then wait three times before they can be chosen again - it’s tracked using their card. this means first timers can’t be called upon).
These performances last until the sacrifice(s) dies. The twins often mingle with the audience afterwards before closing up the tent (socializing usually lasts between 30 minutes to 1 hour. leans towards the latter when there are newcomers because Mabel likes to meet everyone).
P.S. There are floating trays with Hors d'oeuvre and drinks (catered to accommodate the different species in the tent) that go around during the performance so the audience can eat, drink, and have a good time.
Lips parted but were slammed shut almost instantly as he heard muted voices somewhere behind them accompanied by the familiar tingle of the shop bell welcoming new customers. If he had any time in that moment, he would have thought it awfully ironic that shops that sell dark arts and stolen goods also had the need for the recognizable jingle of the shop bell and keen customer services. He had grabbed her by the arm and pushed her forward into the street, fingers wrapping around the soft fabric of her coat with an iron grip.
“We can’t AFFORD to be seen here, and you know that.”
His voice was hushed now, more so than before, but it did not lose the intertwined ire with each word he uttered. Not bothering to waste time and wait for her snarky comment, and he was SURE she had plenty of those. Draco made a quick decision and apparated both of them from the Knockturn Alley. In a blink of an eye, the two of them had disappeared with a little pop sound. A second later they stood on a field. It was a few miles away from Malfoy Manor, a place he knew well as he had learned to ride his broom there before he even started school. All of the grounds were his families, or better yet, HIS. As the only heir.
“You were reckless.”
And so was he, not that he’d dare admit that out loud. If only his mother knew what he was doing, he was sure she would have had a shock by now. Which was reason enough to keep all of this away from her. She had been through enough, and he couldn’t worry her any longer. Finally letting go of her, Draco smoothed out his own cloak, giving himself some time to think and see just how he was to tell her the news. The fact that she didn’t know, was alarming enough. “We are being hunted.” Somehow as he finally spoke, the words that left his lips didn’t seem dangerous, not even to his own ears. It was as if he had just told her that she was invited to a formal tea ceremony by his mother.
“Someone has been attacking pureblood families. The Sacred Twenty-Eight.” A smirk appeared but vanished soon enough as he started talking again. “Avery were the first to be hit, no one is dead yet. But the Greengrass were also attacked. And it has been happening sporadically over the past few months. Not everyone knows YET. And I’m uncertain what will happen if or when they do.”
It all happened so fast. The ring of a bell, the hand gripping her arm, the unconscious sting of his words. She’d spent her childhood trying to be perfect. If she could be a the best witch there was, maybe her parents would finally pay more attention to her. Like they used to when she was younger. But it seemed like all her efforts had gone to waste if she was being scolded about her careless actions. A shame that she hadn’t inherited her parents’ unwavering sense of self-preservation. They wouldn’t have needed to apparate away if she’d found a better, more secretive location for them to meet.
Speaking of apparation, Mabel ignored their surroundings and instead turned away from him the moment he let go. For someone who let magic wash over her like a second skin, she HATED apparating. No matter how many times she did it, the tug at her stomach made her either sick or lose her breath. In that instance, she needed a moment to get air back into her lungs. And no way in all hells was she going to show weakness in front of Malfoy. No doubt he already didn’t have any good impressions of her.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Mind calmer and much more collected than it was when they were arguing in Knockturn Alley, she straightened up, adjusting her coat and brushing off invisible lint as she did so. “And the sky’s blue.” She said, removing her sunglasses and turning back around to fully face him. Vanishing her glasses, she quirked an eyebrow. When were they NOT being hunted? She’d come to learn that nobody outside of their circle seemed to particularly like that and even then, it was a social battlefield within the world of the high-class.
It felt as if she’d been fighting all her life because of that.
Mabel refrained from making anymore quips; she listened to the rest of his words in silence. Her focus sharpening as more and more information was revealed. She personally couldn’t care less about pureblood families. They could even be the bane of her existence as her parents wanted her to blend in with them. Her half-blood status never to see the light of day. It seemed like the biggest downside to that was that the Gleefuls were bunched with them and that meant if known purebloods were being attacked...
“Another bloody fight, that’s what would happen! None of us are in the public’s favor right now. They’d try harder to eat us alive if they knew someone was targeting us. And there’s BOUND to be a death...” she began to pace; a nervous habit, her thoughts racing as she thought about her brother back at the mansion. “We need to tell the other families and, we can’t just wait until everyone’s been hit.” She paused in her pacing, gaze shifting up to Malfoy. “Did the attacker get to you yet?”
His fingers drummed his possession as the mention of it. Blank-faced and as still as a doll, save for the short-lived rapping of dark nails against red clay, he waited patiently for her mutual acknowledgement. Not even a blink, at least not for a long moment.
“ 。 。 。 Thanks.”
A slow word, not quite suspicious but trying to figure out the human girl before him. Good or bad intentions? Or maybe not as black and white. Sometimes his neighbors were friendly. But she didn’t look like one he recognized.
“It’s a flytrap,” he added. People like it when one adds flavor to interaction beyond simple interrogation, didn’t they. Useless details. “I just got it.”
Voice steady as he himself finally shifted, trying not to look as out of place as he suddenly felt. Oh, he always felt out of place beneath skin and facades, confined to traditions and social acceptances that weren’t his own. Certainly the odd one regarding tenants and neighbors, though polite enough to remain unbothered by others them.
“I’m watching it grow.”
Assumptions began to form in her head. A lackluster aura and a lover of plants, he must be the loner type. For she equated watching a plant grow with watching paint dry; boring, dull, and sometimes resulting in something interesting. If done correctly. She wondered if he had a green thumb. Flytraps were one of the more fascinating flora in the world. One she wouldn’t mind having around the mansion. She added it to her mental list of things to buy at some point in time.
Having momentarily distracted herself with the flytrap, she brought her focus back to the stranger and her silent assessments. He could socialize at least. Not as quiet as other people she’s met, but not as vocal as a certain few that popped into her mind. She liked that. It meant the urge to leave was less likely to appear.
“What a quaint hobby.” She tried to not sound condescending - a difficulty since that seemed to be her usual tone of voice - and smiled as if she were on stage, the smile made with the intent of appearing friendly. From experience, people usually responded well to it.
She leaned forward, only a few inches though. Nothing too noticeable. Perhaps closing the distance would help her get a better read on him. Call it intuition from having grown up around supernatural beings; she just felt that there was something off about him.
if your character was an npc, what items would they drop when they flee combat/are killed? please repost and don’t reblog !
3-5 common items ( would drop every time )
001 . A VIAL OF BLUE LIQUID
item set: healing
the vial is clear and diamond shaped. a triangle burned onto the cork stopper as the only design. except for some grooves across the bottom; possible words in a different language. you immediately drink it, thinking it would replenish your mana due to the blue hue, but instead, it brings you back to full health.
002 . A DAGGER
item set: weapon
the hilt looked very reminiscent of the vial in terms of shape and elegance. more indiscernible and artful carvings decorated it. one could mistake it for something solely used for appearance if not for the blade. shiny, silver, sharp. you don’t think it’s possible for it to even dull.
003 . A PIECE OF PAPER
item set: weapon
yellowed, blank, and looks to be ripped out of a book; you’re unsure of how this could be a weapon. before you could drop it, a symbol appears then disappears. blink and you’ll miss it. despite only seeing a flash, you’re certain it resembled a summoning circle. you decide to keep it.
004 . A STATUETTE OF HERA
item set: craft ingredient
made of pure gold. the girl’s name carved into the base. it’s a beautiful piece of art and obviously treasured; there’s not a dent, scratch, or mark on it; you get a faint whiff of dish soap. that explains the shine. it can be melted down and used to make other items.
1-2 rare item(s) ( A 10% drop chance )
001 . A GLOWING AMULET
item set: special armor
it’s cold to the touch; the turquoise gem nestled in ornate silver radiating powerful energy. you think you can feel it pulsating; like a heartbeat, like it has a life of its own. it seems to have fallen off of the girl’s headband for she’s holding gripping it in her hand as if it to keep it safe.
002 . A BUNDLE OF LETTERS
item set: special
they’re held together with ribbon, tied so tightly that you’d need to cut it in order to look through the letters. the paper varies in color, thickness, and you can see hints of designs on some of them. they all look well-worn; crinkled with creases in different places and the occasional folded corner. you count about thirty; you hold onto it. they seem important.
There it was again, that feeling of dread seating in his stomach like a heavy stone. Fiddleford pauses before the stairs and let’s his worried expression show. “Somethin’ just ain’t right.” He mutters to himself, rubbing his fore and thumb over an ear. The last thing the old man remembered was being in the mansion, celebrating some kind of monumental achievement. Ford and Stan had both been present, there had been a cake with fake candles. The cake hadn’t been real either, the person it was for couldn’t eat it anyway. Why couldn’t he remember? A piercing pain behind his eyes alerted him to the fact a migraine had formed, he rubs gnarled fingers against his temples.
“Somethin’ ain’t right, sugar pie.” He glances over at Mabel. “I feel like I’m missin’ someone.”
Damn it. If he figured out that he wasn’t in his own dimension before she could get him to Ford, who knows what kind of trouble he would cause? And she could only imagine how angry their McGucket would be if rumors of running around like a crazy man were to spread. Feigning a worried look, she places her other hand on the arm she’s holding, giving it a comforting pat. “It’s just the town. Y’know how weird it gets around here. It could just be messin’ with your head again.” Mabel opts to let go of him, hoping that giving him space would help convince him to follow her, and takes a step forward.
“We better hurry to Uncle Ford if it’s getting this bad. He should be able to tell you what’s wrong.” There’s urgency in her eyes and she looks like she’s about to cry. Tears usually worked to guilt people into doing what she wanted.
