Time passes much more quickly in Rohandor and many long and happy years have gone by since the characters retired to enjoy their respective 'happily ever afters,' their greatest foes were imprisoned in the Forever Stone, bound in an eternal sleep. Until Now.
Happily Ever Afters takes place in Rohandor, a mystical realm on another plane of existence from our own. Here our favorite Disney heroes and villains live in a world all their own; Alive, but far from well. Heroes and heroines fight to keep peace while newly freed villains seek their revenge. Come join us in an epic adventure as the characters you love clash in a struggle that will determine the fate of Rohandor!
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Once upon a time there was a land ruled by a King and his beautiful bride, Queen Grimhilde. The kingdom was a gentler place then. The King's sovereignty and continued power over his realm made life a joyous thing for his citizenry; even if he and his army were missing on campaigns to preserve this peace often. The Queen was not yet so given over utterly to wickedness, and was even regarded with reverence by her people. And the little princess, Snow White, remained royalty in treatment and image, not wearing the rags of a scullery maid that would come...
The Queen stood in the center of her dressing chamber. The morning light poured in unfettered through a nearby row of mullioned windows whose curtains were thrown back. Handmaidens moved around the place, dutifully assembling her outfit for the day and attending to her. Grimhilde looked at the standing mirror that was before her, and though she appreciated the sheer beauty of her image beheld in its surface, she could only find flaws in the looking glass itself. Nothing compared to her Mirror, and it had taken twelve of them crafted explicitly for the Queen's use for her to realize this.
Standing beside the door to the room was a manservant; one of the oldest of her husband's, and who managed the castle staff expertly. "What news of the King?" Grimhilde ordered. She drew up one of her arms to see the gold-trimmed, crimson fabric of her voluminous sleeve ripple with the motion, glittering like she was garbed in flames. One corner of her mouth tugged upward in contentment. "His majesty's raid on the stronghold of the northern barbarians was reportedly a success," the manservant said, citing a scroll that held the King's sent missive. "He is returning."
The satisfied look that the gown had given Grimhilde faded with this, replaced by wariness. There was a matter at the castle that had arose since the King's last departure several weeks before. Or, rather, a person. One who appeared to the Queen suddenly and after very short conversations was added by her to the castle's faculty as a private tutor for herself. "When shall he arrive?" And, as ever, her query sounded rather more like a proclamation. "Several days, your highness. Possibly more, if the spring floods have swelled Silverslate River beyond passable means."
There was time to formulate just how she would work this with the King. Grimhilde nodded at her reflection. Her raven hair had been drawn up into a bloom of braids and curls at the back of her head and studded with pins whose ends made it appear that her head was budded with an amber dew. "Where will you be spending your morning, my Queen?" the manservant asked. "With the royal tutor. I have much to consult with him about before I deem him worthy to teach the princess." He answered in understanding. "That is all." The manservant bowed and departed. Her handmaidens took up the last part of her ensemble, her diadem, and placed it devoutly upon her head. The Queen's smug smirk was back. She waved them away with a gesture and left herself, her scarlet skirts billowing like vapor in the air behind her.
Down many stairs Grimhilde passed, then across a wing of the castle and up just as many. Soon, she arrived at topmost landing of one of the more remote towers, hidden from the land by the breadth and plunging spires of the rest of the palace. She opened the lone door here and entered into a circular room that, until recently, had been full of nothing but the detritus of the King and his ancestors. Now it was mostly empty. The light that drifted in through holes in the eaves and low windows even with the floor set dust motes to dancing. Grimhilde looked around the space and scowled. She propped her hands on her hips. "Puck. Show yourself."
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Oct 27, 2016 9:44:51 GMT -5
Puck was snickering to himself as he watched Queen Grimhilde enter. He had chosen to hide himself in one of the small shafts of light peaking through in this empty tower. It was something that only a few could perceive completely, but evidently Grimhilde had sensed his presence.
He moved out of the shaft with a great POP!"Greetings! Salutations! Bonjour! Hallo!" He grinned as he floated down to meet her, twirling into a dance before stopping to bow. "A merry Puck at your service once more, m'lady. I trust you considered my most generous offer for the young princess?"
Generous was indeed a word for it. Many years ago, Grimhilde's mother had broken the seal on some mortal trap Puck had managed to find himself in. It was quite clever, if immensely irritating. While she deferred his thanks at that time, he had promised to assist her or any of her descendants should she call upon him. And indeed, he had taught Grimhilde much in the ways of magic during their time together. But now her stepdaughter, princess Snow White, was growing up. She had a great deal of potential that Puck hated to see go to waste.
"Given the nature of your kingdom, I would think you'd be interested in helping usher the transfer of power along. She certainly has a certain spark to her. Have you noticed how the animals flock to her every song?" His grin grew more malevolent.
"Of course," he continued, "perhaps you fear that, hmmmm? Of what lies down the road should she grow into womanhood and power? Of course, it's not my place to say. I'm in the mood to help you, I'm on the job, as it were."
He began floating around Grimhilde again. "So, how about it? Do we have a bargain?"
Grimhilde was spending much of her time of late when not in Puck's company gathering patience to use when in it. His personality was verbose and sporadic and tried to sink beneath her skin to chafe her. The first few minutes they ever spent together, when the Queen was dourly trying to get his story out of him, had been the hardest. Once Grimhilde knew the power that Puck possessed, and the ability to pass that knowledge to those who were able, if he had a mind, her wells of tolerance had grown leaps and bounds.
Her marriage to the King alone showed the inconveniences that Grimhilde was willing to live with in order to acquire power.
Puck appeared with a sound just obnoxious enough to suit him, and a muscle in the Queen's cheek twitched. Her scowl got ever so more terse when the smaller being brought up the topic they'd been dancing around for weeks: his teaching of the princess. Grimhilde stood there, staring at his exuberance with a withering and reproachful look. He kept talking, poking her with his words and probing chinks in her armor that she'd carefully hidden from everyone in the kingdom. She reminded herself of what there was to gain, and suffered through.
His praise of Snow White made her grip on her own hips increase uncomfortably, wrinkling and creasing the delicate fabric of her gown. The Queen wondered that Puck knew very well what he was doing, but maybe not? She'd tried to decide time and again, but his disorderly behavior made it a task. For Grimhilde despised the princess and everything she embodied. The innocent kindness that radiated from her like moonlight stung and smarted the Queen's dark majesty, and she would have been envious if she wasn't so self-possessed.
Finally Puck opened room in their conversation for her to participate. She lifted her chin, looking imperiously down at the thing that floated in orbit around her. "It is to my mother you are indebted, is it not?" she asked. "Therefor, you shall teach me, for a start, as you have been. The matter of Snow White's tutorship can be addressed once I am satisfied." Grimhilde did not say what she felt, in truth: that so long as it was her power to choose, the princess would never be taught the ways of magic by Puck. The spellcraft that he'd been casually training Grimhilde in made her feel like she had genuine supremacy to Snow White for the first time since she married the King.
She would not allow that advantage to be taken from her. Not if she could stop it.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Oct 27, 2016 10:31:51 GMT -5
Oho, he'd struck some nerves, evidently. Wonderful. "Oh, of course, my dear queen. Your teachings are of paramount importance. But...." He let the word draw out. "I specifically told your mother that any of her descendants would be able to call on my services as well. And while she may not be blood, the young Snow White is your kin. One of those technicalities that I so love."
He floated up out of her reach. "What does the King think of all this, then? I've seen the way he dotes on her. Giving her everything her young little heart desires. Has he attended to your needs lately? Or have you been discarded like an old glove?" Humans like Grimhilde were the best ones to rile up. He could just keep pushing and pushing.
"Of course, your lessons in the human magic you can do are progressing quite wonderfully. You're a natural student." Puck conjured up a table of various implements and tools to use in magic. "You'll soon reach the peak of your powers. By then, why, I'll have run out of things to teach you. It may even make you stronger than him. If that is your desire, of course."
His face grew serious. "Be warned, Grimhilde. Tarrying with you has been fun, but if you try and control me beyond the scope of your human abilities....well, you may wish you hadn't." He floated back down, gesturing at the table. "Now, shall we begin?"
The Queen could not keep indignation from widening her eyes and snagging her lip when Puck revealed that the pact he'd made with her mother extended to the princess. Snow White had ever been the single and only thing about her wedding the King that Grimhilde regretted. It appeared that that held true, even then. Puck's pronouncement made the Queen's path very clear, indeed. She simply had to become more powerful than Snow White would ever dare dream to be, so that even if she did manage to call upon Puck in the future it would be of no consequence.
Besides. Grimhilde doubted that the princess had the stomach or conviction to wade into the darker reaches of magic that she was prepared to plunge.
Puck went on to try to play upon any jealousies that the Queen may have had toward Snow on the matter of the King. To that, Grimhilde smiled nastily, acidic cunning turning the beauty of her face into a foreboding thing. "I have things with my husband well in hand, dear Puck. Do not worry of that." The King was useful in securing her power, and supplying her with anything she desired. But Grimhilde did not love him. Not truly. She had a fondness for him, but it was the same fondness she had for her Mirror and the Servant that it held; like a dragon covets gold, the Queen gathered her husband's affection like jewels.
Irritation at his attention being split and cast onto Snow White was common, but usually Grimhilde's vexation with that was silenced by consulting her Mirror.
The warning Puck gave after conjuring his table of implements rid any emotions besides indifferent observance from the Queen's face. Veiling any emotion that that vague threat stirred in her breast. Then, when he began the lesson, Grimhilde smiled, and it did not touch the ice in her amber eyes. "That is where you err." She drifted up to the table and tilted her head, looking at Puck. "I am already stronger than the King." The Queen plucked the book they'd been working on last from its place and opened it on the clear working area in front of her in answer to Puck's last question.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Oct 28, 2016 18:02:55 GMT -5
Puck's grin grew ever wider as he saw a brief flash of indignant anger cross the queen's face. "Ah, your mother never told you of that particular clause? My agreement was very specific, after all. Though you should meet some of my brethren. Anubis, oh, don't ever try and break bargains with him." Indeed, he sourly thought of the jackal god's humorless, pitiless visage. What a dull sort!
She observed that she had things with her husband well under control. "I thought as much. Keeping him under your heel is in keeping with your chaaaaarming personality." And stronger than him? My, my, she WAS ambitious, wasn't she?
He pointed at the spellbook. "Let's go over your Latin first, shall we?" The fun thing about mortal spells was that they had to use this dead language (ha! as if words ever truly died. What a silly concept) rather than the Children of Oberon's rhyming spells. Although he'd heard that some humans could do his type of magic with enough work and training. Best not to let Grimhilde know that just yet.
"How's your mirror treating you, by the by? I hope his sight beyond sight is delivering what I had promised." He'd helped inspire some of the magic in the mirror, yes, and a little bit of the personality. Stodgy and vague. The perfect match for the icy beauty of the queen.
Grimhilde's tolerance was greatly augmented now that their lesson was visibly before her and about to begin. This very real representation of the reward that she would get for her patience helped to shore it up. So she let Puck's continued jabs at the items of their former conversation go uncontested. Let him feel as though he had the upper hand, Grimhilde thought.
Her eyes gleamed with veiled hunger. She was so fixated on the book beneath her manicured hands that Puck's voice fell on mostly deaf ears. Only when he said something pertinent to the lesson itself did Grimhilde pay careful attention.
"All is well in that regard," Grimhilde said through the hint of a smile that huddled in the corners of her mouth while she handled the spellbook. To hear that the looking glass passed down to Grimhilde from her mother, which held in its surface the spirit of her father as revenge for leaving her, was crafted long ago with Puck's aid still plucked a possessive nerve in the Queen. The Mirror was hers, and she cherished it second only to herself. To hear anyone else try to lay some form of ownership of it - even if Puck never did - filled her with anger.
"Now. Where did we leave last?" Grimhilde turned a page. Her finger traced the margins and found the spot, marked in her memory. "Ah. Yes-" and she began to read the lines in that strange language; a language that seemed to be wound in her ancestry for how very easily it came to her.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Oct 29, 2016 20:40:30 GMT -5
She didn't rise to more of his bait, but Puck didn't mind. It was fun when humans tried to pretend you weren't rattling them. She'd explode soon enough, he was sure. He just had to push the right tics and all the resentment, all the useless anger would come flooding out.
"Marvelous," he drawled. "A rather ingenious bit of magic, if I do say so myself. And trapping your father's soul? Mmm! The piece de resistance of wickedness." In truth, even he found it a little frightening and diabolical, to be cursed to such an existence. Grimhilde might be enjoyable to rile up, but she had a real danger and darkness to her.
Speaking of which, she was currently reciting a basic, rudimentary spell, one that gave the power to see through an animal's eyes. She had a pet bird, as he recalled, that would serve that purpose well. "Very good. You've been practicing your pronunciation." The spell would only truly take effect given the right gestures accompanying the words, of course, but it was still good practice.
He floated over to open another book. "Let's try something a bit more advanced, shall we?" He flipped through the pages to find a familiar-to-him emblem, a green and gold bird on a crest. He produced it, in fact, out of thin air, holding it out to Grimhilde. He'd managed to nab it from a mortal some time ago. He didn't have much use for it himself, but it was always fun to see how mortals would react.
His smile grew downright dangerous. "Use the Phoenix Gate. With its power, you can control time itself." Of course, history didn't always like being changed; he had once heard it phrased as being like a river, where paths existed and could be altered, but never broken completely.
"It's just two simple words. You have the power. Do it." Indeed, he was curious to see if she had the nerve. And it would be interesting to see how she reacted to its nature.
One corner of Grimhilde's painted lips lifted in the barest smirk when Puck lazily commented on her reciting of the spell in question. Her eyes scanned the description of the incantation's use. How amusing it would be to peer through the eyes of her raven as it scoured the moonlit lands surrounding the castle. The Queen's ears were pricked when Puck spoke of trying something "more advanced." She couldn't deny that the prospect of wielding tremendous power with her magic was something that her heart not so secretly craved.
Puck moved to another book. Grimhilde eyed the image depicted on the page he stopped at warily, and then the mystical creature produced that drawing's likeness in his hand. She regarded the craftsmanship of the talisman. While she enjoyed the lavish design and the gold used, the blue that was also incorporated was not to her taste. While Puck spoke Grimhilde reached out and took the offered thing. She held it at arm's length and admired it skeptically from various angles.
Neatly manicured brows rose in surprise and intrigue when Puck said that the item held within it the power to alter time. One might think that the dark promises and potential that Puck spoke of would ignite a palpable ravenous desire in Grimhilde. Yet, even after his shadowed urging, the Queen did not act. Her eyes flitted to the page from before and played over the words that Puck mentioned, but her lips didn't form them and she seemed vaguely thoughtful but not altogether impressed.
"What use have I for this?" she asked rhetorically, amused and not a little condescending in her query. "I am comfortable and content with the present." Grimhilde placed the Phoenix Gate on the table beside her. It wasn't strength of will or cowardice or even lack of vision that made the Queen discard such a powerful totem. It was vanity and comfort, plain and blunt. Grimhilde was keen to learn the ways of magic, but it was almost a recreational thing. The only areas that she was genuinely desperate to dabble in were those spells and potions that would augment and enhance her already terrible beauty.
The Queen was at ease with her life. She had power and a husband who supplied her with anything she could desire, while also dealing with the trivialities and otherwise unappealing aspects that came with that power. And above all, she was fairest in the land. Her Mirror told her every morning and every night when she consulted it. Grimhilde could not think of anything that she would like to change with the Phoenix Gate. Not then. And she wasn't so simple as to not realize that Puck was challenging her in some way or another.
Grimhilde smiled with a feigned and sour sweetness at him. "But, please, let's do as you said and try something more advanced." The Queen reached out without looking and lifted a book from its place that she'd been stealing glances at from the start of her lessons. "Why not this?" The tome in question was a book of glamours and enchantments that altered physical shape - both of oneself and others.
Last Edit: Nov 1, 2016 10:21:56 GMT -5 by Grimhilde
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Nov 1, 2016 9:20:05 GMT -5
Puck watched Grimhilde examine the Phoenix Gate, eager to see if she would take the bait. To his surprise (and admittedly some slight disappointment), she put it down, rhetorically asking why she would need it.
His disappointment soon turned into respect. "Impressive. Most impressive. Most mortals in your position would be unable to resist such a temptation." Unusually, he was being genuine, rather than glib. She was truly worthy of these skills in some ways.
He shrugged, spiriting the Phoenix Gate back into his sleeves. "Very well, then. On to the next lesson, my cunning pupil." A bit of affection leaked through those words.
She picked up a book and asked about it. He floated over and examined the cover. "Ah, you wish to try physical transformations? That is more advanced indeed. I can do that with ease."
He snapped his fingers and briefly transformed into a mirror image of Grimhilde. "But for mortals, it's quite a bit....rougher," he said, a very un-Grimhilde-like grin adorning the transformed face.
Snapping his fingers and returning to his true form, he leaned back in the air. "The spells can enhance beauty or degrade it, depending on what you're after. And they're quite useful for spying and subterfuge. What do you wish to do with them?"
He knew Grimhilde was vain, of course. Many mortal men and women were, given how time made all their looks decay. But he thought she would be smart enough to know that such spells would have to be used constantly to be truly effective. He waited to hear her answer.
Grimhilde appeared vaguely interested in Puck's assertion that the majority of people given the Phoenix Gate would've been unable to resist the temptation to use it. The Queen could surely agree with that. But, she was far from "most mortals." She knew full well that if her circumstances were different, she wouldn't have hesitated to grab the opportunity with both hands to try to better her lot. Grimhilde was royalty, though, and attractive beyond comprehension.
When Puck moved on to the tome that the Queen offered, he transformed instantaneously into her exact likeness. Grimhilde looked down her nose at her doppleganger, caught somewhere between admiring her flawless complexion while simultaneously being convinced that in her it was even more perfect a thing. Puck smiled in a way that suited his usual form, but made Grimhilde's image look nearly deranged, and seeing him twist her face in such a way made much of her smugness leech away, replaced by impatience.
Puck's warning moved on toward explanation, and then finally ended in a question. "What would I wish to do with them?" she repeated softly. Grimhilde debated for a moment lying. Feigning that she had no reason to bring up the book and realm of mysticism they spoke of. But she decided the truth would be best, just then. "This," she swept an arm to encompass the table, trailing sleeve sparkling and rippling as fire. "Spells. Potions. Magic. Well, it's all rather useful, and would likely make any able peasant powerful."
Grimhilde shrugged, her lip curling in distaste at the mention of peasantry, and making her normally awe-striking image look unnerving instead. "But I already have power: beauty, my dearest Puck, is the power that I wield." The Queen lifted her chin, looking toward the rafters but not seeing them, caught up in her words and the conviction she had in them. "Beauty to topple kingdoms; wage war. I brandish it better than anyone in the land, and that by nature alone." Grimhilde refocused on Puck, smirking vilely. "Just think how dreadful - how treacherous - my beauty would be if aided by magic."
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Nov 3, 2016 13:54:15 GMT -5
Puck listened to Grimhilde hold forth about what she wanted. No interests in typical spells or potions or this one, oh no. She wanted to be a terrible beauty, she did. "Interesting...." he noted, then flipped through the pages of the book.
"You are a very unique pupil, my dear queen," Puck said. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, after all, and I know those who would call yours cold and brittle....but there is an attraction to others nonetheless. You wish to enhance it, then? Very well. Let us try."
He found the spell, pointing at it. "This is a very tricky one for mortals. Say the wrong word in the wrong way, or even say the right word incorrectly, and it will go very poorly for you indeed." Of course, he always thought that giving mortals exactly what they wanted never quite worked out either. And oh, would they complain about it so if you did it! It was one of the few things he found irritating about them as a species. But he was intrigued to see where this would go.
He floated backwards into a sitting position in mid-air. "Remember, control your breathing, and repeat after me." The spell would have no effect on him, but spelling out the syllables would be useful to his pupil. He began reciting the Latin phrases slowly and carefully.
If Grimhilde expected her revelation, spoken to Puck, to yield a striking reaction she would have been disappointed. The magic creature appeared to be intrigued by her confession. Admiring, perhaps, but if so, Grimhilde believed that it was only in her unpredictability, not her goals, aims or dedication to them. The air of power, dark determination and relish that had come upon the Queen during her declaration faded after she was through.
"Beauty that is cold and brittle," she said, that signature, curling smirk tugging at one side of her mouth, "is beauty nonetheless." In fact, Grimhilde thought, she would prefer her beauty to be something of that sort anyway, and strove to make it so. She wanted her appearance to be a lofty and terrible thing. To be looked on with awe, jealousy and even fear by all those lucky enough to behold it. The Queen knew of Snow White's beauty, and how it was precious and pure and innocent, and she despised it and the princess for it. Even if she tolerated her in the meantime.
Puck, to her surprise, didn't try to waylay her desires. There was no reason he gave to deny her what she wanted. Grimhilde was wary about this, but too taken up in eagerness to let that stop her. He found the spell, warned her of it, and instructed her to cast it. The Queen squared herself at the page. Her golden eyes thoroughly scanned it twice, thrice, four times. She thought the words carefully in her head each time, focusing on the difficult places of emphasis or stresses.
Grimhilde gave Puck a sharp, black look, then she drew herself to her full height and spoke the incantation to the best of her ability. She gestured out with both arms at the climax of the phrase and her gown and sleeves danced violently in a wind that was not there, sparkling and flashing as it reflected the sparse golden light that leaked into the tower attic.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Nov 6, 2016 8:15:48 GMT -5
"Indeed, it is," Puck noted in response to her noting that cold beauty was still beauty. She recited the spell along with him. Good pronunciation, hitting the right syllables so far. He was impressed.
And then: "Wait, stop!" She had stumbled on a key syllable, one that would reverse the intended effects of the spell. But it was too late. Golden energy swirled around them both, the wind picked up, and a hideous CRASH sound echoed throughout the room, blowing him back slightly.
He blinked, shaking his head from side to side. "Grimhilde? Are you there?" No answer. He peered through the smoke, a visage finally coming into view. But it was not Grimhilde or, at least, not the one he knew. It was twisted, gnarled, and ancient, the exact opposite of her elegant features. Well. Hmmm.
"That could have gone better," he said. "Still, it's easily reversible if need be. Although I can't help but feel this sort of disguise might have its uses anyway." He grinned. "Of course, we can explore that, or I can put you right back good as new. What say you?"
He wondered if Grimhilde would be canny enough to realize the possible boon of this. Such an opposite face from her own would be ideal for undercover travel work, were she so inclined. He waited to hear her answer.
She heard Puck's cry of sudden warning, but it was too late. Eyes half-lidded with wicked determination turned round with fear. Grimhilde tried to abort the incantation, to cast her arms down. Every word of it had already been pronounced by her, though. A kind of golden substance like physical light struck up in a twister around the Queen and she flinched away from it, cowering as it tore at her gown and her perfectly arranged hair. The light sent the reflective pieces of material ablaze.
Grimhilde lost her footing in the maelstrom of kaleidoscopic energy and stumbled. She hit the table of arcane instruments that Puck had conjured and sent it careening to crash on its side, contents strewn over the floor. Then the phenomenon ended, replaced by a billow of inexplicable smoke. The Queen groaned and her voice was strange to her ears; it must have been the smoke getting into her lungs. She coughed to try to rid herself of it and endeavored to straighten to her full, proud height.
She couldn't.
Grimhilde was hunched forward and her back outright denied her that desire. Her breathing came more quickly, panic clawing up in her chest. She tried to walk through the fading smoke in Puck's direction and found she was bowlegged and her gait was an awkward and creaking waddle. When she emerged, Grimhilde peered up at Puck, whose reaction furthered her despair. "What-?" she began to query in tones of indignation, but stopped. Her voice, again, was a dry and breathy croak. Grimhilde clapped a hand over her mouth and that was when she noticed how knobby and gnarled her fingers were. Or how her face felt like a misshapen stone hacked to pieces by a claymore.
Puck spoke but the Queen only half listened. She was too busy pushing past him to the scattering of implements on the floor from the tipped table. "Let me see," she muttered vilely. Grimhilde grabbed a small hand mirror that was there to teach scrying - not that she'd used it yet. The very thought both deeply amused and offended her, because what use did she have for this talent when she had her Mirror and the Slave within? Grimhilde lifted the hand mirror up in front of her and chanced a peek at her reflection.
She gasped and nearly threw the thing. The Queen shook with the shock of it. She looked to Puck, deep fury twisting her haggard features, but managed to wrangle her temper before it ran out of bounds. Grimhilde took a deep breath and more slowly addressed the looking glass again. This time she stared for a while, turning her protruding, wart-crusted chin this way and that. She recalled Puck's words of how this disguise could have its uses. The Queen focused most of all on Puck having said he could put her back easily. If he'd said this transformation was irreversible, Grimhilde might have tried to strangle the creature.
"Put me back," the Queen said in a quiet and trembling voice.
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Professor Ratigan: I'm almost done both of them, I just have to finish styling Pearl's wig and fix up Joseph's gloves and wristbands
Jul 26, 2018 23:17:31 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Awesome. Had to look up Jojo because I'm not hip with the modern pop culture but I hope they turn out well.
Jul 30, 2018 15:33:15 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I only just started watching the anime last year and I haven't even touched the manga, so I'm barely hip with it lol. fortunately I have my cosplay buddy guiding me through the whole experience
Jul 30, 2018 22:29:38 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: also I finally finished the gloves! They were more of a pain to work with than I expected, but they'll hold together... I hope...
Jul 30, 2018 22:30:13 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Niceness. Hoping they hold also. Got the Dublin comic con next Saturday here. Hoping to meet Karl Urban.
Aug 1, 2018 19:05:32 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: Cool! I think he's coming to my city in the fall, if I remember correctly. Hope you enjoy the con, Daryl!
Aug 2, 2018 19:10:23 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: I spoke too soon. Karl Urban had to cancel for schedule conflicts. They got Nick Frost though, I'm gonna ask him if he'll sign my Hot Fuzz.
Aug 3, 2018 18:08:47 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: Dang! Nick Frost is great though, I love his character in Into the Badlands
Aug 4, 2018 22:54:36 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Enjoy your weekend Kat, hope the costumes came out as you wanted.
Aug 10, 2018 16:49:31 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Met Nick Frost and Michael Dorn at the weekend. Both very nice blokes.
Aug 13, 2018 15:22:59 GMT -5
Dodger: Happy 2019 everyone
Jan 1, 2019 10:54:04 GMT -5
Yen Sid: If anyone is passing by I posted a Hiatus update. Hope everyone is doing well!
Apr 18, 2021 11:31:09 GMT -5
Yen Sid: I've temporarily disabled account creation while I update the site. Sorry for the inconvenience and thanks for your patience!
May 9, 2021 18:31:45 GMT -5
Owen Burnett/Puck: Checked the site again and saw the update! Here's hoping to a revitalized 2022.
Dec 15, 2021 14:41:27 GMT -5