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hollywoodhangar:

BABIES? Someone else has rat babies!? Poe’s suddenly beaming pretty wide now, beaming right at Mae!

“Can I meet ya babies then?? I’d love to see ‘um! No one ‘round these parts keeps ratties as babies like we do.” It was such a shame people seen them as invasive, disgusting vermin. They’re pleasant and cute company, like dogs and cats! Just smaller with tinier tails and even tinier eyes. Plus they can do the thing where they stand up and sniffle at the air. That’s cute. How can folks think that innit cute?

But Mae .. To find out Mae keeps ‘um has Poe practically glowing. Her hands clap from beneath her sleeves and there’s a soft, relaxing breeze sweep through suddenly even though there’s no wind! 

But Mae’s rat babies are invasive disgusting vermin who have infested the entire town at this point. What’s wrong with being an invasive disgusting vermin?! MAE IS AN INVASIVE DISGUSTING VERMIN AND PROUD! AND HER CHILDREN ARE TOO! Invasive Disgusting Vermin Pride! Invasive Disgusting Vermin Deserve Love Too!

Mae is pretty sure Poe will be nice to her horrid and wonderful children. Many people who keep domesticated rats aren’t so fond of wild rats, but Poe.. Poe’s cool. Cool, cool Poe.

“They mainly live in the old Food Donkey! We can go there now! I love going there and chilling with my kids all day! They probably won’t try to bite you if you stay close to me and act like you’re not a threat! Maybe bring them a snack to please them!”

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krupnick:

For the split moment, Jessica seriously wondered if she somehow interfered with a parallel dimension where this cat was actually somehow the biological daughter of Roger and Herself. The way she rambled was way too reminiscent and earned the toon going quiet to spectate.

Ramblers were so .. distracting. Not in a bad way, but in this sort of, zone out and listen to every single word they’re saying while just barely not comprehending what they’re saying. You get it, but at the same time you’re sort of like, ‘huh?’. That’s how Jessica felt listening to Mae, idly swaying on her legs at a slow leisure. When she finished, the toon blinked back to that semblance of consciousnesses and quietly wondered just what she understood from the prattle. 

– “Ahahaa!” wrong reaction, but Jessica gives a soft laugh. It’s not in a cruel manner, not at all. It’s jovial and lighthearted, and touched with that confusion Mae incidentally brewed up in the songstress. “That’s right – that’s what she tells me, anyways. You’re a quick learner!”

“Follow me, it’s a bit of a walk, but it’ll be worth it.” Off she goes! Down the way and off to the privacy of her abode.

Normally when Mae talks too much people tend to recoil with disgust or concern or something. It’s typically not a good reaction... Unless the person who heard her rambling was used to Mae and her ways.

But Jessica? She seemed to like it. And she gave Mae a compliment. Quick learner she says. What’s the deal with that? Why did the lady dig the ramble? Perhaps Mae has somehow had a moment of being a charming smooth-talker. Hell yeah. Or maybe Jessica is just weird.

That’s pretty awesome if so. Weirdos tend to have a distinct look. Jessica doesn’t look like a weirdo. When someone is a weirdo, fellow weirdos can feel a bond and kinship. Perhaps Mae found a weirdo wearing a normal person’s skin. They exist. Maybe they can now form a Weirdo Connection together.

Jessica would look weird with no skin. Everyone looks weird with no skin.

...SO ANYWAY!

“I know people who would say I am a slow learner but I think I learn some things quick and some things slow and that is a normal and typical thing right there.” Was that smooth? If Mae worries about being smooth then she will become more bumpy. It always happens that way. Don’t worry about being smooth. Trying to be good makes Mae become Bad. It’s the way.

She follows Jessica, hopping little giddy hops. “Witchwitchwitchwitchwitchwitch witch witch witchwtichwtich witch.... What’s her name? I should know her name, right? Or can you not speak it until we are more hidden or something?”

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krupnick:

Jessica can feel the excitement permeating Mae like an invisible sonic barrier revving up its engines. She smiles, standing back to her full height and canting her head to the side as she sways on her hips, cradling cheek to palm. It’s cute!

“The only rule you need to keep in mind is to keep this a secret. Personal rules are not to touch any of her things – she’s very protective of them. Keep that in mind and there shouldn’t be a problem.” That’s about all Jessica can think of; the rest is just basic personal chemistry. “Would you like to meet her tonight?”

“Aw, shit. I fucking love touching things.” Mae mumbles.

She appears to space out for a moment. Perhaps contemplating some of the great things she’s touched over the years.

“So much of the time when a person tells you not to touch anything it’s like a guy who seems to think that your nasty little paws touching his pretentious special thing will ruin it. And then I’m like... Hey. My touch is good. My touch is a blessing. All the things should be lucky for me to touch it. I exist. I’m part of this world. I exist and therefore I touch. I touch the world. It’s my right because I was born. I’m supposed to be part of the world, touching it. Like when I was a kid and whenever an adult would say don’t touch I would spitefully touch it when they weren’t looking and then I would be so satisfied watching that thing I touch not be ruined just because my grimy skin made brief contact. I touched that thing and it was fine.”

She might have rambled a little bit there.

“But like... I love respecting witches! And I’m sure she doesn’t want me to touch her stuff because it’s magic and I need to not jack up the energies and junk! I’m all about that! I love when I don’t jack stuff up sometimes! Sometimes I love not ruining things!!!”

“Let’s do it! I wanna meet a witch!”

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krupnick:

Namedropping the witches she knows is not exactly Jessica’s forte, but much like an NPC that was just the step of a ladder to the MC’s active quest, she forks it over. However, Jessica is a bit different than an NPC – she comes with her own intricate dialogue that requires a bit more of persuasion from Mae’s part; something to comfort her. 

“Surprising, isn’t it?” Jessica taps her cheek thoughtfully, eyelids hanging lower. One is a secret who tries her best to remain a quiet alias, but the other is incredibly ostentatious. One is more ideal for a reason no other than Jessica’s quiet paternal heart wanting to hopefully introduce a new friend to that very witch, and the other is aged - old - experienced. Who knows how long she’s been around for? Think, think, think.

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Maternal duties win out. Jessica knits her arms beneath her bust and lowers herself to Mae’s level, looking into her vibrant red eyes. 

“But could I ask you to keep her status as a witch secret? That’s all I ask for if you’d like to meet her. She is very precious to me, and I wouldn’t want anything awful to happen to her. Exposure for witches in this day and age is very dangerous, and she takes it very seriously.” 

Jessica could practically feel ice daggers lining her spine just mentioning this; she knew that very girl was watching this conversation transpire, but dear witch, this toon has only ever had the best intentions for you. Not to worry.

WITCH. WITCH. WITCH.

Mae’s mind scream-chants the words in her head. She feels like she could start vibrating out of her skin, but she remains still. What kind of witch will she be meeting? It might be stupid, but Mae wonders if this witch could have insights. If this witch could smell what Mae has been through.

What does what Mae has been through smell like?

....Probably... Bad. Stinky. Musky? It probably smells like an eldritch horror’s rotten lunch. Or worse?

FOCUS, MAE.

“I have met witches before.” She announces. “But none who formally identified as a witch... So this will be... Different. You’ll need to tell me if there are any... Rules.”

Her brain feels like it’s in an excited, swirling scramble jam. It’s a good feeling.

“...I’m good at keeping secrets.” She can promise that with her whole heart and soul. If she has a soul. Mae thinks she probably has a soul. Yeah, she is so soul. 100% soul-having cat right here.

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Yiang crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at the young feline. "Excuse me, but I have not seen you here before. Are you one of my daughter's friends?" (via @mr-hyunh - Anthro verse)

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Mae is sitting on the roof of Yiang’s home. This would technically be trespassing. Yaing could absolutely call the cops or something. However, she seems to be acting very relaxed. Like she’s not doing anything wrong.

Mae looks thoughtfully at the bear. “I don’t think so… You don’t look like Selmer’s dad.. She’s the only girl bear I really know well enough to consider a friend. Unless your daughter is adopted and is different from you? What’s her name? I have a lot of friends who’s dads I’ve never met before. Hmmm…”

So if she isn’t one of Yiang’s daughters friends, what the heck is this cat doing on his property uninvited?

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krupnick:

How relatable was this moment. The more Mae shared, the more powerful the kick in Jessica’s heel began to build. Whoever this “scuzz-fuck” was, he was going to definitely suffer some serious damage whenever Jessica crossed his path. 

Some would see this plan as extremely flawed, flighty and just plain random! But call it a strong woman’s intuition; she strongly believed in what Mae was saying.

“Well, I can’t be summoned like an angel or a devil, unfortunately. If you want magical summons, I would suggest we pay a visit to an experienced witch.” – Honestly, that sounded pretty neat. Being randomly summoned to whoop someone’s ass? What a superhero moment! What should – would – her hero name be?

Mae’s brain explodes.

Well, it doesn’t. But her brain sets off all sorts of emotions when Jessica says the word witch. Good emotions. Excited emotions. WITCH WITCH WITCH WITCH WITCH.

“Doyouknowawitch?” She asks, speaking a bit too quickly. Oh, Jessica. You best not be getting Mae’s hopes up here. The hopes have already gone skyward.

This lady is famous and she must have connections and connections means she can find a good witch, right? Though in a place like home, Mae has began to believe witches are everywhere. Home is strange, supernatural and surreal she has learned. But you can’t just walk up to a witch and ask for help. You need to know a witch who would be open to that.

Jessica know witch open to that please maybe?

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hollywoodhangar:

Silence. Silence followed by the non-chalant clicking of a tongue. “Excellent point, don’t know what I was thinking.” Concern for the well-being of an impressionable youth, maybe? But hell, the kid was watching movies that were way gorier and much more raw than anything being shown in the States, so what could it harm to let the F-Bomb slip?

The Good Religious Upbringing said, ‘much’. But whatever. Sarah’s pretty sure the slip of a curse isn’t going to damn the kid to some fiery hell. “Yep. You ever watch Eurovision? They pretty much nailed their hall of fame with their Hardrock Hallelujah performance and music video. Their outfits are pretty sick.”

“I don’t know a lot about Eurovision. Like.. I think you could call a place like Possum Springs a hick town. Even though we’re not in the South or anything. I don’t know a lot of culture stuff and our internet is pretty bad, too. Most of my exposure to the outside world is though movies and stuff. A lot of the kids who live where I live just want to get out and go somewhere else.”

“Our small town is pretty creepy and could be a good setting for a horror movie, but nothing spooky really happens there.” Oh, Lori. Are you lying or ignorant?

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“They’re cute! Maybe we should arrange a play-date between your babies and my babies!”

Mae thinks about her hoard of rats. Her mangy, wild, potentially infested babies who are still actually wild animals despite her fondness of them and their fondness of her. They are very different from Poe’s clean, well-kept and well-behaved domesticated children.

“...Actually maybe that’s a bad idea.” Mae has no doubt that if her babies threw down with Poe’s babies, her babies would maul these fancy rats who live a very comfortable life. They’ve never had to fight for their lives before.

Mae feels like maybe it’s a metaphor. Just like her rats are dangerous to sweet and gentle rats, maybe Mae herself is dangerous to certain people.... She doesn’t want to think about that. She doesn’t want to be a danger. Either way, she doesn’t have to worry about that with Poe. Poe isn’t endangered. Poe is tough.

“Calmin’ little things, they is,” Poe gently squishes the plump belly of one of the many, many rodents that have made their home here in the Funeral Home. 

They’re not filthy, flea-ridden rats mind you – they are, in fact, the most well-groomed and healthiest of rats you’ll ever find in the entire stretch of England. Well-fed, well-bred and very happy. A health inspector couldn’t complain if they tried; all of these rats and mice seemed to be on a clear communication with the Whipple Family and never even made a mess. Never nibbled at the wood, never left crumbs in their wake; they cleaned pretty well after themselves, and they even had their own place in the home to huddle up for the night.

Strange a sight it may be, but a sweet one it could become if you had an open mind, and a love for animals. They were certainly loved by the Whipples.

“Never make a fuss,” Poe beams, rubbing a finger beneath the head of her beloved captive that playfully nibbled at her fingers and flicked its little ears. “all they do is look at ya with those little beady eyes. How can ya not love ‘um?”

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krupnickkrupnick:

Now Jessica’s attention was pooled in. She leans forwards with her green eye narrowing further into a slit, mirroring Mae’s own. Does she know the type? Of course she knows the type.

“If anyone around the world knows what a criminal walks, talks and acts like, it’s me, sugar.” Picking fights with criminals was not at all an excellent past time – it wasn’t even smart, but sometimes the call of the void was a little too strong for someone who belonged to the Chaotic Good morality scale. “You have no idea where we might find him? No building he might linger around?”

Stop while you’re ahead, Jess.

“It’s not even just that he’s a criminal! I think a lot of criminals are cool! But Steve gives me all of the bad vibes! Every single bad vibe! Well, maybe not every single one. I don’t think he’s capable of murdering someone...”

“...Maybe.” Mae mutters.

“I try to keep that scuzz-fuck out of my brain so my knowledge of him is.. limited. He likes to steal things and make shifty deals. I think he goes to parties sometimes. Probably to do.. gross stuff. Or bad stuff. Can’t party in a fun way, no, gotta do it like a... eyuck.”

“If I could like summon you when I see him that’d probably be best. How do I summon you?”

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hollywoodhangar:

“They don’t fuck arrrroh-” Ahem. “They don’t mess around in Finland when it comes to their horror. It’s great.” Sarah’s seen their movies – they go all out in Finland and don’t hold back from the grim and the real terror. Their monsters are pretty damn spectacular. It pleases some sick part of the witch. “Have you seen Lordi? That’s one of the pride and joys that everyone takes seriously.”

“If I’m old enough to watch people get disemboweled on TV I think I’m old enough to hear you say the word fuck.. It’s ok. People get weird about stuff sometimes but I think I’m grown enough for a lot of stuff.... Like I’m not a really sheltered kid.” Sometimes Lori wishes she was a sheltered kid. She feels like she’s been twisted into a weird thing before she had a chance. But it feels like destiny to be a weird twisted thing no matter how she was raised.

She’s going to take the weird twisted thing she is and she’s going to make art from it. Weird twisted art that will speak to the souls of the other weird twisted people. It will look ugly and horrific to many people but to those it speaks to it will be beautiful.

“Lordi is death metal guys right?”

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krupnick:

“Depends. Is there a guy you know who deserves it?” Is Jessica truly offering to whoop a stranger’s ass for a stranger she just met? Maybe!

“Oh man.”

Mae takes a breath. She feels like the possibilities are limitless.

“There are like so many dudes I would want you to kick. So many uncool dudes. But there’s one dude who’s really standing out in my brain right now. The problem is I don’t know if we could find the guy. He’s like... kind of an elusive slime sometimes. The slimy grime that appears in unexpected places you don’t want him to be.”

“I wonder how much he would hate being kicked by you. I wonder if a kick would like change his ways a little bit? ...Nah. Impossible. That guy is just... He’s one of those guys you know? A criminal down to his bones. His slime-bones...”

Mae thinks about bones... Are all bones slimy? Like the bones in a living creature. Are her bones in her body right now slimy? Right now? Because the blood and stuff? ...Focus, Mae. A lady is offering you a free kick. Don’t contemplate your bones.

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hollywoodhangar:

“I don’t agree with that point of view. I collect weird stuff all the time.”

“Optimistic. I’d say it’s because it’s a wide-spread brain disease that has way too many people obsessed with it,” Sarah acknowledges this is a strange conversation, but she chooses not to care. This is happening. “That’s Greenland. Iceland is actually pretty warm, or it was when I was last there. I think they came up with that on purpose to mess with us. Now Finland – Finland is cold. Finland is pretty hardcore.”

Lori’s eyes spark with heightened interest.

"I’ve seen a few Finnish movies. There’s one where a woman gets turned into a vampire reindeer. And then there’s another one about a murderous Santa Claus and his elves. I’m sure I’ve seen more but that’s just what I can remember right now because the stories are pretty memorable. They were like both serious movies, too. If they were American I think they would be treated like jokes.”

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hollywoodhangar:

“No kidding,” Sarah brushes her hair over her shoulders, immediately interested. “I heard about that and seen a few pictures with heads and foxes, but never got to see the entire thing. I would have loved a school trip there – or a college one, whatever.” Hell yes, that is much more cooler than a dick museum. “That’s such a bummer. And yet somehow, the phallic phenomenon museum is still going. Wonder why that is.” The sarcasm, how it drips.

“Um.. Maybe it’s because it’s Iceland? Like maybe in Iceland it’s a cool culture thing to collect and stare at body parts. But here if you collect body parts people think you’re all weird and stuff. You don’t even have to collect body parts. If you collect any weird thing people think you’re going to grow up into a serial murder.”

Lori proceeds to give this way more thought than she should. Could she move to Iceland run a weird, totally cool museum and have public support? .... How much money does it cost to go to Iceland?

“...I don’t know a lot about Iceland. Is it icy?” Does the desolate cold somehow foster an environment that caters to eccentric thoughts and tastes?

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@krupnick from here

Mae is silent for a moment. A moment which feels longer than it actually is.

“So can I watch you kick a guy?” She asks. There is an abundance of kickable dudes all around at any given time.

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“It’s even more messed up when like.. you learn that the Morbid Anatomy Museum had to close down because it didn’t have enough funding. That museum looked cool. I never got to go.”

Lori thinks it looked cooler than a dick museum.

“I’ve seen some seriously messed up things in my life, but that museum in Iceland is pretty gross,” Sarah huffs beneath her breath, lips twitching with an undeniable pun. “I guess they’re really putting the ‘dick’ in ‘Icelandic’, huh?”

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