Hello, 'tis I, Nathalie (or more likely known to you as Kookie Cutter). I got sucked back into going through my tags, and stumbled upon "Lace Jester Is A Babe" and got ran over by all the feelings. I hope you're doing well, that you're happy and healthy, and loved.
HELLOOOO HELLOOOO HELLOOOOOOO that's so funny cause I was just scrolling through that tag last month from a different blog because I was nostalgic
I just wanna take the brief time that I'm here to do what I should have done years ago, and that is to thank you โฅ๏ธ. Thank you for caring as much about my silly little OC as I did, thank you for the fanart (which I still have btw, the patron saints portrait has been my phone background for years). You were such a huge part of a very happy time in my life when I was running this blog. I was so young and excited to just create create create every single day and you were always nothing short of encouraging, I hope to one day be as unbridled in my creativity as I once was so thank you so much truly โฅ๏ธโฅ๏ธโฅ๏ธ
If you'll allow me to go on a tangent, I wrote a short stage play loosely based on Danger Days, for a creative writing class. It centred 4 characters: a father from Battery City who is desperately trying to stop his son from becoming a (whatever the DD terminology is for someone who plans on leaving the city, forgive me I haven't brushed up on my lingo) by telling him how fucked it is out there, and a mother from the Zones whose daughter is just old enough to start getting curious about battery city. The gimmick is that the stage was split down the middle and both conversations would be happening simultaneously with overlapping dialogue, meant to kind of show how, despite their vastly different circumstance, they're all victims to the city. Anyway, It's a cool concept with an awful script written over the early months of pandemic schooling, but the mother character was very much based on Kookie Cutter and Cactus Juice, she's sweet and stern and cautious and loving. She calls her daughter honeybee and dyes her clothes with cochineal, nettle , and onion skins. This was never in the script but I always pictured the mother to eventually lose honeybee somehow, but find John (the son) when he was squeaky. He'd eventually grow into Lace over the years. I just thought you'd like to know โฅ๏ธ.
Have a wonderful life, Nathalie, much love to ya
