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This one is MUCH longer, but hey, you get a little of everyone!
Also, Iâll probably reblog this to the Masked Singer community weâre all in. Who knows?
TSOMC: âSeveral Serious Scoopsâ
*We open on an abrupt, first-person shot of Peacock getting the egg-yellow grille of a microphone shoved inches from his beak, which he responds to with a beady squint.*
The fast-paced and slightly Italian voice of another Mask from off camera: Paparazzo, il reporter della stagione fortunata, here with a borrowed mic and a BURNING question! Peacock, are you dating anyMask?
Peacock: âŚ*blinks* What?
*The shot suddenly changes to a title screen with a maroon background and dancing, pale-yellow text that reads âController Chat with Paparazzo!" A little doodle of the host's face is next to it. The text then changes to read, "Inquiring Masks Want to Know! Are The City's Freedom Fighters...Innamorato?" next to a scribbled animation of a beating heart. Notably, the words âFreedom Fightersâ are in red instead of yellow, like the emphasis on a piece of propaganda.*
*The jaunty 20s-style music that's accompanied this dies off as the shot returns to Peacock, now sitting on the couch in his house.*
Peacock: *winged arms crossed* For the record, I did not ask for this. And I am perfectly content as a solo act.
Paparazzo (still off camera until I say otherwise): *gasps, his camera-eyes winking/flashing to daze Peacock a little* Oh, but surely a showman like yourself has wooed some member of your audience with those dashing tail feathers! Come onnn, be a little more open with the City, hmm?
Peacock: *gives a cooing growl and tilts his head into the feathers sticking out from his sequined jacket* Here's a question...if I sawed you in half, would I get blood or wires?
Paparazzo: *appears to back up, since the shot shrinks away from Peacock* My apologies, Grand and Marvelous Peacock. The Cityâs only been discussing if it might have something to do with your ConnectionâsâŚ*whispers* Mormon heritage.
Peacock: *reacts like he just got called a slur, his feathers sticking up* SQWAK! Are you still going around telling Masks I have that purity jumpsuit under my jacket? (reference to magic underwear because of course)
Paparazzo: Ah, no, no, of course not! A harmless rumor, got out of control, it's just that with HIM being marriedâŚ
Peacock: *stands up, unfurls his tail and holds out a wing, causing the shot to move like Paparazzo is levitating* Tell this City that the Grand and Marvelous works ALONE, for reasons that THEY dont need to concern themselves with! *waves that wing like a Jedi mind trick; the shot instantly crashes to the ground*
Paparazzo: *apparently unhurt* âŚBeh. Heheh. Good to know, sirâŚ
Peacock: *out of the corner of his beak, just quiet enough for Paparazzo to hear it and no louder* Iâll be seeing you in two days?
Paparazzo, in a similarly hushed tone: That you will, sir. In the forest, stroke of moonhigh. *shot goes half-dark, indicating a wink*
*title screen reappears, now reading "District 2", before vanishing to show Egg as the new interviewee*
Egg: *hat pushed back, spinning in a small circle around the frozen surface of his own bathtub* Dating? Is this what I gave you my mic for? *chuckles*
Paparazzo: *holds out the microphone a bit closer* There have been some eyebrows raised in this District by the situation surrounding your latest healing. (Cause again, he got his ass beat in the last episode) You seem to be patched up nicely!
Egg: *puts a hand under his beaded jacket to check his own scars* They're definitely doing better than they were a few days agoâŚhelps to stretch my legs, anyway. *spins in a tight circle before pulling himself to a stop* Ah, I wish I could grade myselfâŚyou said youâd start filming my performances. *points to his interviewer with a grin*
Paparazzo: *another flash of the eyes, possibly due to excitement* A Paparazzo promise is a Paparazzo promise! Right after this little project I'm working with here. Sure you're still single?
Egg: *drops swiftly to his knees and knocks on the ice in response* Sweet. C'mon. Show him. *giggles*
Ice Cream: *suddenly breaks his head out from under the ice, where Egg likely had him trapped* Aw, b-b-babyâŚyou have to t-t-tell me when I'm going to be on c-c-c-c-cameraaa.
Paparazzo: *shot gets closer implying that he's running up to the frozen treat, before another eye flash puts the poor guy in a Pennywise-esque trance* HmmmmâŚoh, you heard it here first, Masâtro City! This is one bonafide romanceâŚ(he pronounces it as âbone-uh-feed-ay") How ever did you find such a willing dork? *pats Ice Cream on the cherry-on-top*
Ice Cream: *mumbles about flashing lights and screaming crowds*
Egg: *looks offended* Alright, for future reference, only I do that to him, mmkay, new kid? *petty little smile, straightens his overcoat* He came over to visit yesterday, just to check on me, and now...*gestures* Well, it was a great night, I'll say that much.
Paparazzo: Ah-hah! Well, here's to hoping he's a loyal one, or the whole of District 2 might be in some hot water. *laughs to himself*
Egg: *waves it off with a smirk*
*return of the title screen, "District 3" before cutting to Turtle*
Turtle: *shittiest greaser's smile you've ever seen; holds out a cloying bouquet of roses* Why, you interested?
*abruptly goes back to the title screen, âDistrict 4â before cutting to Mushroom*
Mushroom: *fiddling with a couple of the flowers on his cap as he walks up to his own mossy doorstep* Oh, I'm lookin' at a little something...*smiles* You didn't hear it from me, but I think Mayor Sun might just be picking up what I'm putting down.
Paparazzo: HmmmâŚ*briefly looks down to write some notes (the title screen text is the same as his handwriting)* Sounds just shy of scandalous, there. Does she seemâŚ*inquisitive flash* Charmed?
Mushroom: *shrugs* Time'll tell, but | can assure ya I've been a gentleMask.
Paparazzo: You hear that, Turtle? A GENTLEMASK. I hope you're watching! *pats Mushroom's shoulder; he nods in understanding*
*title screen; âDistrict 5â before cutting to the Russian Dolls*
Bluza (the biggest brother): Dating anyMask...No, don't think so. Koy, have you been sneaking around? *turns his body awkwardly to his middle-sized brother*
Koyen: *rolls his eyes* Absolutely not; I'd never get to tell them anything in between you two yapping your top-halves off.
Listua, the smallest brother: *puts his hands on his massive hips (Listua and Koyen have limbs, Bluza doesnât)* That's unfair! Black Swan's the prettiest Mask in the whole City and you won't let me so much as look her way!
Koyen: That wasn't my decision.
Paparazzo: UmâŚ
Bluza: Oh, donât START! *flawlessly switches to cussing Listua out in Russian*
Listua: *returns the favor*
Koyen: *groans and starts yelling in Russian for both of them to just shut up already*
Paparazzo: Well. I donât even think flashing will work on these 3...
*title screen; "District 6" before cutting to Banana Split*
Banana Split: *giggling and booping each other's noses back and forth to the point where Paparazzo cannot get a word in edgewise*
Jester: *pops into the shot out of a random spiraling portal to take away from the obvious answer to "Are Banana Split dating anyMask?"* This somethin' about partners? Lemme tell ya bout my beauây (beauty with a silent T; he has a low, rough cockney accent)âŚPEPPAH! PEPPAH, WHERE ARE YA?
Paparazzo: *gets closer and tugs on half of Jester's hat* Hey, hey, no need to bother her if she's busy! You can just tell me about your relationship! *flashes his eyes again (recurring theme for some reason ;D)*
Jester: *blinks and nods* Awright. Girls completely off âer rocker, but I do love âer! Spits fire every other second I'm around 'er, so full of life and *ahem, puts his hands down after previously having them clasped under his chin*. Glad we don't throw out PDA like these fuckers, though...*points to the Split, who are still smiling at each other*
Paparazzo: Hahah, I think I'll let the audience have their say on that one.
Jester: *scowls* Geddout.
*title screen; "District 7" before cutting to the Queen Cobras (my version has them with different eye colors)*
Regent (the red-eyed Cobra): *puts one hand on her hip* Please. No Massssk could keep up with the three of ussss.
Paparazzo: What about separate partners?
Princess (the blue-eyed Cobra): *picking dirt out from under her claws* We all ssssleep in the ssssame nessst. It would be awkward.
Crown (the green-eyed Cobra): Not that we havenât conssssidered itâŚbut we have sssstandards.
Paparazzo: Hm. Maybe try sleeping in DIFFERENT nests!
All three Cobras: *look at him like they just got shot*
*âTECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES, PLEASE STAND BY" screen with a doodle of Paparazzo looking like the nervous laugh emoji*
*title screen; "District 8" before cutting to Fortune Teller*
Paparazzo: ...And no; before you ask, I'm not giving you ad space in exchange for an honest answer. Journalistic integrity is important even for someMask like me.
Fortune Teller: *rolling the window up on the booth he carries with him* I can make that work. Just like how you should be able to make all your own romantic endeavors work this year with my patented Eau de Fortunato! *points to the camera and holds up a grubby little bottle of gooey liquid* More passionate than getting locked with a cask of Amontillado for the rest of your maybe-immortal daysâ
Paparazzo: *cuts off the Poe reference and points to the bottle* That's pond water, everyMask. I think we've got our answer already.
Fortune Teller: I will throw this at you.
Paparazzo: *teasing eye flashes* HE'S FREE FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS HIM!
Fortune Teller: YA LITTLEâ
*âTECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES, PLEASE STAND BY": the Paparazzo doodle now has a speech bubble saying "Worth it"*
*title screen; "District 9" before cutting to the California Roll (my interp of them is Salted = Matt, Soy = Scott, Grassy = Mitch, Olive = Kevin and Malted = Kristan)
Salted Roll: Well...*narrows his spiral eyes* I know my Connection's married, but I'm not seeing anyone...
Malted Roll: *swings her legs over the Roll's shared couch (which is orange and white to mimic a piece of fish over a hunk of rice)* Free as a bird. Same for you, Olive?
Olive Roll: *nods his entire body* Last I checked.
Paparazzo: Let'a me see...*faint Mario twinge coming out of his voice* Uno, due, treâŚyouâre missing two.
Soy Roll: *comes in the room humming a rendition of "Here Comes the Bride" while holding a delicious-looking pecan pie aloft* We made pie!
Grassy Roll right behind him: Mostly, HE made the pie and I watched him do it.
Soy Roll: *teasingly* Were you watching me or my muscles?
Grassy Roll: *shrugs* Both's good.
Paparazzo: *eyes flash, stomach rumbles* Where'd you find the good stuff to make that heaven-scented filling?
Grassy Roll: Oh, it turns out that Bee is a very prolific pollinator...*smile turns wicked* So we've been relying on her for a handful of things. Why should One get all the fun?
Paparazzo: *swiftly jots, "Ask (tell?) Peacock about Bee's pollination @ next meeting"* Bombshell! Thank ya...you two. *half-dark shot, again denoting a wink*
Grassy Roll and Soy Roll: *blush and look down*
*title screen: "District 10" before cutting to Sea Queen, sitting in her tank*
Sea Queen: *with a tone thatâs purposefully raspier than usual and a gaze that could cut through the glass separating the two* And why shouldnât I tell you to stop rippling my waters?
Paparazzo: *holds out a small plate* I have brought pie!
Sea Queen: *swims to the glass inquisitively, shot cuts to the next one and sheâs suddenly eating the pie* âŚMmm. Havenât loved a soul myself, but you know how I can be with my potionsâŚ
Paparazzo: Oh, yes, yes! EveryMask knows Love Potion No. 10, whether by rumor or experience. Speaking of, how is that Donut?
Sea Queen: *chuckles with a mouthful of candied pecans* Tastier than ever to mess with the more I get to knowinâ him. But donât tell him or his partners I said that.
Paparazzo: *shot bobs to note his nodding* Lips are sealed. Now, who else do I have toâ*looks at his notes and gasps in surprise* YAYYYYYY!
Sea Queen: *recoils as the sound makes her waters ripple*
*title screen; âDistrict 11â before cutting to a shaky-ass shot*
Paparazzo: *runs up to Book and tackles the guy with no regard for paper cuts* BOOKIE!
Book: DAH!â*falls over*
*âTECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES, PLEASE STAND BYâ: the Paparazzo doodle is smiling with âBFFâ in his big camera eyes*
*cut back to Book, now having his monocle repaired by the slime of his own bookworm*
Book: No. Iâm not dating anyone. Half of everyone in 11 hates my guts and I like it that way. Can ya leave me in peace? *playful nudge to his friend*
Paparazzo: So, then, the worm thing is purely platonic, yes?
Book: OBVIOUSLYâŚoh, sup, Chess?
Chess Piece: *sees the book and the cameraman and immediately launches into a ridiculous three-way handshake that I can only describe as âlaunching the nuke codesâ (donât ask)* BOYSSSSS!
Paparazzo and Book: GIRLLLLL! Howâs Phee?
Chess Piece: *scoffs without lips* Phoenix and I are right as rain, you two. Donât go sabotaging what we have goingâŚI can tell youâre jealous.
Book: I ainât jealous of shit.
Paparazzo: Is what he says. I have reason to believe youâre lying, but I wonât press furtherâŚ*sickly sweet voice* Dear friend.
Book: *rolls his eyes* Hey, if you were planning to do this since Valentineâs, you better update that list you gotâŚ*turns around and flips his own pages open to show a heart written inside, reading âStingray X High Voltageâ in curvy black ink that looks very natural (as if harvested from some sort of cephalopod)* Course, Clock and Poodle Moth have their own thing going on, I hear, but since this one relates to the hot new shit, I thoughtâ
Paparazzo: *already booking it and leaving his best buddies behind in the madness of a good scoop*
*title screen; âDistrict 12â except that the 12 has been crossed out and replaced with â14â, with the little Razzo doodle saying âNew Ones!â*
Paparazzo: *running up to a crackling electrical pole (theyâre set up like windmills around the city) thatâs, for some reason, been altered to give off a frequency that sounds like âBad Dayâ by Daniel Powter* Not bad, Voltage. *lays a hand on the pole, shocking himself to the point of the shot color-inverting (though, the music changes to Faith Hillâs âThis Kissâ)*
High Voltage: *spurts out of the pole: metal, wires and all, with the look on his glowing face of someone that was just revived from a nap* Stop giving away my hiding spots, whoever you are! *points a plug-hand threateningly*
Paparazzo: *holds his hands up, the shot returning to normal as he flashes his eyes again* Paparazzo! District 13. Just past the way; Iâm not meaning to hurt you! *leans in and whispers* You mightâve seen me in the forestâŚ?
High Voltage: *things seem to click for him, judging by the way his wires arenât actively flashing now* Oh. One of us.
Paparazzo: Mmm-hmm! Sorry if I havenât said hi, yetâŚI interview everyone eventually, soâŚ
High Voltage: I get it, I get it. *crosses his arms* Whatâs the idea, little guy?
Paparazzo: *laughs* Iâm asking the others if theyâve found any romance for themselves around the city. I pose the same to you! *sounds like heâs clicking his heels Ă la âthereâs no place like homeâ*
High Voltage: Ooh, wellâŚheâs camera-shy, but Stingray and I have a decent arrangement. He likes to pitch the balls, and I put them on the field! *soccer-ball pattern on his head flashes with a violent hot-blue*
Paparazzo: Ahhh! Yes, yes, we do love a good alliance around our sectorsâŚsure I canât come see him? New District and all, I think some Masks might be curious.
High Voltage: *definitively* No. Unless you want to get stung.
Paparazzo: *swiftly* Fairâs fair and thatâs that, then! *finishes scrawling the last of his notes* Wasnât this just so informative? *looks up and flashes HV again*
High Voltage: *head fritzes a little, looking like if a plasma ball got drunk* âŚYeahâŚIn-informativeâŚ?
Paparazzo: *chuckles* Grazie. AndâŚarrivederci! *flicks his recording capacities off to go scuttle and find some âoff the recordâ knowhow*
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For @spacedustthethisuser but also for @awes0m3sauxe because yay fellow TMS fans!
A TSOMC episode from a while back (as in, from February, hence why thereâs a Winter Olympics reference in there)
If I havenât mentioned it, âConnectionâ is just a way of saying âhuman that wore the Maskâ. Anyway, onward!
TSOMC: âTake a Crack at Itâ
*We open on a little bistroâs table in District 2, where the tall and fluffy Thingamajig is enjoying his breakfast with a few fellow MasksâŚor, at least, heâs TRYING to.*
Thingamajig: *puts a bite of scrambled eggs into his mouth and instantly coughs part of it back up* UmmâŚ*picks at the goo with his claws to find the chives hidden within* Eh. Canât be that bad.
Butterfly, flapping her wings on the other side of the table: I have no idea why you asked for EGGS.
Thingamajig: And a milkshake. *points to his drink* But I had to get that brought over from 8, so the rest is local. (Because Milkshake from Season 8, haha)
Butterfly: *sighs and unfurls her proboscis, slurping up a glass of nectar she got from Flower*
Egg: *trots up in three steps and smiles at Thingâs food preference* Mind if I season that a little more to your taste?
Thing: *squints behind his glasses* Boyâ*cut off as Egg adjusts his overcoatâs sleeves (causing more chives to fall out)* Ugh.
Egg: Oh, donât look so mopeyyyy. Theyâre delicious if you give them a chanceâŚsome Masks might say, âmagicalâ. *suppresses the urge to giggle and walks off again*
Butterfly: *whispers, antennae pointing to her friend* You know heâs poisoning you.
Thing: *shrugs* That I do, but Iâve tasted worseâŚlike that time Eagle tried to fry up some chicken.
Butterfly: *in remembrance* That shit DISSOLVEDâŚ*would blink in surprise if she had eyelids* Thing?
Thing: *fur now an even paler shade of green than normal* Sorry, uhâŚeverythingâs getting kinda whiteâŚanâ oblongâŚ
Butterfly: *grumbles to herself: I might have to slap that fuckinâ piece oâ poultryâŚ*
Thing: *swallows down a few more bites with a small, ever-widening grin* FeelsâŚsorta nice. Swimminâ in egg yolkâs a nice consistencyâŚ*definitely spacing the hell out*
Butterfly: *flaps her wings with such strength that some powdery scales come off, causing a skull below her to sneeze despite his lack of a nose* What theâŚSKELLY?
Skeleton: *pops back up to full stature after having laid there as a pile of bones for the past who-even-knows-how-long* Make sure you fold those beauties in every now and thenâŚnot great for the sinuses. *snrks and wipes off his clearly-snot-free face (donât think about it too hard because I assure you he isnât)*
Butterfly: *scoots her chair back, gets up, and does as she was askedâŚexcept, when a bipedal butterfly folds in their wings, it just means they stick out straight behind them* Uh-huh. Very helpful, Iâm sure.
Skeleton: *taps his exposed teeth before noticing Thing* Yeesh and a trombone, what happened to YOU? (âYeesh and a tromboneâ because Skelly has a band directorâs soul ^^)
Thing: *leaning forward in the chair and licking his plate clean with his eerily long blue tongue* MmâŚwho was gonna tell me eggs were this goodâŚ
Egg, now skating casually around the rim of a frozen puddle some feet away: Iâll make them sunny-side-up for your second plate, honey! *holds a glimmering hand to his hat and mystically duplicates the accessory into a plate of two fried eggs* Heheh.
Skeleton: Ah, the crackly oneâs at it again, is he?
Butterfly: *slugging one fist into her open palm* Wish I could slug these babies up his noseâŚ*lifts the two insectoid legs on her sides (we love interpreting characters as part person and part animal in the best ways)*
Skeleton: *holds his bony hands up* Whoa, whoaaaa, there, chrysalis. I slapped him once for a skitâŚ*rubs the back of his neck* Went poorly.
Butterfly: *tilts her head* How poorly?
*flashback shot of Skeleton running up to Egg*
*slap*
*crack*
Egg: *tilts his hat, face magically reforms* âŚHmph.
Skeleton: *terrified eye twitch*
*return to present*
Skeleton: It was bad. Real bad. He snuck in my house that night, hung me by my fingers and sawed my tibia in half with a skate.
Butterfly: Well, I donât have tibias. *cracks her knuckles (do not think about how a boneless creature can crack knuckles)*
Egg: *skates forward before jumping and clicking his heels in mid-air, making his shoes' blades vanish* What's all this I hear about bones?
Skeleton: *hides behind Butterfly as she unfurls her wings again* Nothing.
Butterfly: The Mask with the gold ribs on his chest is scared of breakfast food...*rolls her compound eyes and watches Thing grab the new plates* How long's this going to last?
Egg: *tilts his hat up* Until I get bored. *looks at Skeleton and traces the places where the bony Mask broke his face a few months ago*
Skeleton: *shrinks back even further, his suit crinkling up like an accordion laid to rest* Mmmm...*scared mumbling*
Butterfly: *antennae twitch* Hey, ya loser, we all know you're flaunting yourself around with these Winter Olympics lately. Just cause your Connection has a little spotlight doesn't mean you have to go around stealing it for yourself.
Egg: Bold of you to think I'm not like this all the time.
Butterfly: I've known you for 6 years, I KNOW you're always this way. But usually not this damn MUCH! *flaps wings again*
Egg: *crosses his arms* Now, here's an idea. My ice could have a little more glitz to it. And you have a lot of shiny powder on those wings...
Butterfly: *slaps his hand away* Touch them and I'll beat you harder than any whisk could.
Egg: *hand to chest* RUDE!
Thing: *hasn't been hearing any of this and is still just going to town on all the eggs* Omnomnomnomnomnomphnomnarfnomnarfnomnomphnomnom...
Skeleton: *steps out to say something* Are you going to do something to us, too?
Egg: *stops, then taps his chin* I was thinking of itâŚsure! *waves his hands to show that peppercorns have now appeared between his fingers* Ssstay still!
Butterfly: *shoots out an insect leg in surprise*
*crack*
Egg: *stutters and looks down (yolk is now staining his beaded jacket)*âŚI will pin you to my WALL! *pulls back and rushes forward, peppercorns battering Butterfly's wings*
Egg: Shut it, you pile of dust and disease! *steps forward* Thingamajig, I'd like you to WATCH THIS. *grits his teeth and aims one foot for the nearest insectoid wing*
Thing: *lifts his head in a daze* Yeah...oh, Egg, that looks painful! *covers his mouth and snaps from his trance*
Egg: *chokes and coughs out a glob of yolk as he notices that Skeleton took off his golden rib-corset and clamped it around him* FUCK you!
Skeleton: *steps back and brushes off his hands* Don't call me dust and we won't have that problem again.
Egg: *pries the rib decor off and instantly heals himself (almost, that is - Masks can heal themselves just enough to keep going, but full recovery takes a day or two in the case of most injuries)* Just BECAUSE I'm easy to break doesn't mean you SHOULD break me!
Butterfly: You were gonna tear my wing off!
Thing: He was gonna WHAT?? Aw, I'm never eating chives again...
Egg: Oh, I know you're not full yet, gorgeousâŚ
Thing: *holds up his paws* Straight. (As in, "I'm straight.")
Egg: FUCK! *stomps his foot like a little bitch (which, I mean, he is)*
Skeleton: *puts his hands on his hips* Well, I'm proud of these bones. *pats Egg on the shoulder* Feeling better after all that...?
Egg: *death glare* I'm going to TREE'S house and I don't want to TALK to you assholes! *trots off in the opposite direction*
Butterfly: *playfully crunches the top of Skeleton's hat down* Not bad for a sack of bones.
Skeleton: Better than saying I'm fulla disease. *squats and shakes himself like a dog (the rattling bones are enriching!)*
Thing: *stomach growls* Crap...who wants something to eat that won't make my hearing get all muffled? *whaps the side of his head like he's trying to get water (or, more likely, egg white) out of his ears*
Butterfly: We could go over to 5 and ask Piglet for some bacon...don't look at me like that, he can conjure it. And butterflies like salt.
Skeleton: *shrugs* As long as I get the chewy bits. I mean, the REALLY chewy bits.
Thing: *stands up and scuffs his paws a little on the pavement* Yeah, I'll give you my gristle, Skel. And then we're playin' fetch with Rottweiler.
Skeleton: *claps his hands with a little rattle* I KNEW I cleaned my femurs for a good reason!
Butterfly: *laughs* I'l be your referee. *flaps her wings and flies off down the road with the others following her*
*swivel cut to Treeâs tinsel-trimmed home, then a shot from the inside*
Egg: *laying on the couch with a damp rag on his forehead* Theyâll pay for thisâŚIâm sensitive, you knowâŚ
Tree (#5 above): Oh, I know, my friend, but you must well inside your sorrow. If you stay still all night, Iâll let you take me skating tomorrow! *taps Eggâs nose; he smiles*
Egg: Oh, I hope soâŚ*rolls over (soft cracking sounds emanate from him)* Bleh.
Tree: *sighs and goes to brew them both some pine-needle tea*
HAAAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH YES YES YES YES YES THIS IS SUCH A GOOD FINAL FOUR I LOVE THEM ALLLLLLLL!!!
I just checked the TMS wiki to spoil myself @spacedustthethisuser @knizuu, and YAAAAAAYYYYYYYY if Cat Witch wins, there will be so much drama in my fic about it.
Like, a Mask who knew their Connection from the get? How do we know they didnât use that to their advantage?
Honestly, the only way I see there being NO drama in my fic is if Pugcasso wins cause like yeah, soulful white boy. Sounds right. /s
Also WDYM the golden carrot is fucking âTVâs Judge Greg Mathisâ, I think thatâs an example of someone who just maxed out life and is now doing side quests. (Youâre allowed to do anything you want once your show hits more than 20 seasons, OK?)
New HC that 14KC just sits around smoking weed all the time, KIND of like Snoop Dogg but with considerably more knowledge on the court system. Cause, again, maxed out life.
Galaxy Girl is going to make it to at least 2nd in my heart bc again, I need her and Sun to just be gossiping about shit 24/7, theyâd be so good at it, dude.
I think I mightâve caught the bug again. Expect fanart, I guess.
