notmuchofatail

[notmuchofatail]

Greg: Hmm. I mean I do suppose they will have other years to try and get it... Greg: It'd be a shame not to give you a last hurrah

Step-Ball Change of Heart || Open Texts

[notmuchofatail]

Greg: but what if I have other friends that are nominated too :(

Step-Ball Change of Heart || Open Texts

[notmuchofatail]

Greg: wouldn't Mads and Elli be the easiest to convince to vote for you considering

Greg: interesting tactics there though. I was more speaking about how you were gonna convince me ☺️

Step-Ball Change of Heart || Open Texts

[notmuchofatail]

Greg: well what case are you making then

Step-Ball Change of Heart || Open Texts

[notmuchofatail]

Greg: hm that's a smart plan. Greg: it would really be in the best interest of this town. however there are also a lot of candidates for king this year so... it's hard to say.

Step-Ball Change of Heart || Open Texts

[notmuchofatail]

Greg: honestly it might be most logical to vote for you given you wont' be here to face any aftermath of what being 'prom royalty' might mean for you Greg: unless they do mass sacrifices in new york too idk

Step-Ball Change of Heart || Open Texts

[notmuchofatail]

Funny that the overly realistic renaissance faire was a pretty tame example of when the magic could go wonky in this town, wasn't it? Between that and the weird Valentine's night dreams, Gregory couldn't even complain that much about the happenings within the town. If anything though it just made him nervous. There was a clockwork that Swynlake revolved around. He knew it as well as any native - and the clock was ticking.

Something was bound to come up soon.

"I suppose once you have just seen someone get--" He made a small pinching gesture with his fingers, faux grimacing as he did so. "--by a chandelier at Prom before it takes a bit of the romance out of it. Not the mention the other dances that have gone awry." He trailed off with a whistle.

"...Nothing says peak romance like mass panic though, you might have a point."

@officer-judy-moon

And the flashback starts | Open

[notmuchofatail]

"Oh - I wasn't really." Gregory pointed out nonchalantly after a moment, if only because there was some truth in his words. While yes, he could argue that statistically Prom wasn't the most aggressive of events and that probably about eighty percent of the time it was fine; Gregory would certainly not shrug off the times it wasn't.

And then add to it every other 'dance' themed event that went completely bonkers. Dare he explain to Judy that it was her cousin that held his life in tact at one such occasion.

"I suppose it's not the absolute worst." He settled with after a moment, wondering if that meant that Zero and himself would be going this year after Gregory had finally broke his dry streak last year but... still. Eh. "...Not a huge fan though, no. I much prefer the less stuffy ones. Like... the bonfire. Or the tree lighting."

@officer-judy-moon

And the flashback starts | Open

[notmuchofatail]

Gregory wasn't sure what he expected to see as he turned the corner down Main Street, but it certainly wasn't one Judy Moon, clearly off work, dancing along like no one was watching - and really, no one had been watching, expect of course for Greg.

Who was quickly caught by the time Judy had righted herself in his direction again, explaining herself as if the taller man had openly questioned her antics. Though he supposed maybe the slight brow raise had been enough of a question for her to beat him to it.

"...Oh we don't really dance at prom anyways." Gregory waved off with a shrug of his shoulders. "It's more the duck, run and fight type of event." He teased easily enough, his distaste for town events as clear as ever.

Though he supposed there had been nothing wrong with his outing last year.

[outfit]

And the flashback starts | Open

[notmuchofatail]

Ace Week is upon us again, which means it's time for me to share some more silly little critters with you all! (If you like, you can also say hello to their friends from 2021, 2022 and 2023.) ✨Go and be as amazing as always, aces✨

[notmuchofatail]

Nicknames: Greg, Eey, Eeyore Age: 26 Birthday: September 1st, 1998 Pronouns: He / His Magic Status: Mundus

Link to the Master Document Here

[notmuchofatail]

"Certainly won't be me. I couldn't even hack it on the board." Gregory admitted with a shake of his head. Royalty, much like popularity and fame itself had never appealed to Greg. That kind of pressure and social obligation? Yeah right. No thanks.

A thought he might've dwelled on slightly as he bent to scoop up another frog, but he paused as Ian spoke - and ... continued speaking, every word drawing a slight furrow to his brow before he just turned in his squat to look over his shoulder at Ian.

It wasn't as if he didn't feel the same way. There was a time that he thought was not so long ago that Gregory was signing up for Uni, taking his first classes, uncertain of how far he'd get. There were those years where he fumbled his way through his job at Chapter Three, when he'd just started training at Ruff to Fluff, content to finally have a job that involved animals.

But now? It'd been at least eight years since he'd started University.

Gregory had long since taken over Ruff to Fluff, he'd gotten tattoos, adopted animals, he'd graduated, he'd started a Masters program, he'd had to completely redo R2F, he'd graduated again, he'd meet Zero - he had a tree.

He would be turning twenty seven by the end of summer.

Gregory felt a soft sigh leave his lips as he turned back around, scooping up a frog and gently dumping it into a bucket before he stood to face Ian again with a shrug of his shoulders. "...I wasn't supposed to be here after twenty." Gregory stated plainly - but there was an easy smile on his face. It wasn't meant to be a depressing fact, but simply just an observation. Ian knew.

"...So. I know how you feel. I didn't plan for this. I mean - .. imagine if I'd never walked out of Chapter Three.. Never gotten that job with Vinny. I wouldn't have all this. I might not have you." Gregory pointed out easily, but it was true.

"...The whole passage of time thing? - I don't think about it. Otherwise, I would just sit in a fetal position for hours."

@ianthedisastrous

Spring Cleaning || Gregorian

[notmuchofatail]

Gregory nearly giggled at the panicked look the older man tossed over his shoulder, like the tall boy had accidentally tried summoning the older man's mother with one question. Thankfully only the early morning songbirds continued to greet them as Gregory felt his brows raise suspiciously.

Well, not years was something at least.

Then again, he had to think that Jun moved as fast as he did painfully slow. It was a weird mix; knowing that Jun likely would officially be married long before himself, and yet knowing Greg and Zero had hit so many relationship milestones that were in a far off distance for Jun.

Cultural differences? Personal differences - he wasn't sure. He just hoped that whatever Jun decided, he was comfortable with those choices.

As much as he loved Jun's eomma, he also knew how pressuring the woman could be. "Of course." Was all Gregory said, a small nod of his head as he cast a slightly knowing glance towards Jun, that smile unable to stay hidden from his lips. "...It makes sense. I was just curious. When the time is right though. I'm sure it'll be very nice."

@moon-yeongjun

Here In The Hundred Acre Wood || Moon Donkey

[notmuchofatail]

Unfortunately for Jun - Gregory was already watching him, eying him over the rim of his mug as he sipped at his tea. Just as they'd been speaking about himself, of course Gregory's mind had really been cycling towards Jun. The way he'd fiercely defended marriage, talking about how everything was 'good' with Lo - but of course the younger man had to wonder.

And so even as Jun used his coveted 'welp, let's wrap this up' catchphrase, Gregory just stared back at him with a raise of his brow.

"What about you?" He asked then, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees - hand coming up to rub his thumb over the empty space of his ring finger. "Everything on it's own timeline. We thinking months? Years?"

@moon-yeongjun

Here In The Hundred Acre Wood || Moon Donkey

[notmuchofatail]

Does that mean you aren't going to get married either?

Gregory couldn't help it - snorting slightly into his tea as he quickly drew it away from his mouth. The look he passed the older man was knowing; though only really to Gregory, who seldom shared details of his relationship with the other man.

He remembered one such occasion, after Zero had gotten him that sapling and Gregory tried to explain it that Jun had looked at him funny and exclaimed are you engaged?! Of course he hadn't been. Not really. It had been a gesture. A promise - but not in the official sense of the word. It had given Gregory something to rely on.

At the same time, last October Gregory had given Zero a ring. One that certainly bore resemblance and was worn quite like a wedding band or engagement ring might've. Yet there had been no official shift in their relationship, no label or conversation. Things had simply continued as the pair liked - calmly, together.

"...Sure we will." Gregory said then, a few moment later. "Maybe not officially. Maybe not for years to come - but.. We will in our sense. There's just no rush. I love him, he loves me - I'll spend the rest of my life with him, he knows that." Gregory offered with a shrug of his shoulders. "We have time." He finished, glancing down and offering his hand out towards a morning butterfly, which fluttered softly across his fingertips.

"...He got me a tree. I got him a ring. We know what we are - that's all that matters."

@moon-yeongjun

Here In The Hundred Acre Wood || Moon Donkey

[notmuchofatail]

NAME: Gregory Eeyore HOMETOWN: la Ciudad de Rosas OCCUPATION: Stable hand / Farrier YOUR WISH: The ability to communicate with animals. WHAT YOU GAVE UP: The ability to speak his native tongue. YOUR UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCE: It's becoming harder and harder to communicate with humans at all. Slowly Gregory is starting to lose the ability to understand human spoken language, written language and even body language - a slow decline into the inability to communicate effectively with any human. LOYALIST/REBEL/OTHER: Loyalist (?) Biography:

The son of a Stable-owner, Gregory had always grown up around animals - particularly horses. He'd had a soft spot for the creatures all of his life, always paying extra attention to of all the horses within their care. He'd also always had a knack of hunting down stray animals that roamed within the city, beckoning them back home with him until his parents demanded he stopped bringing back extra mouths to feed.

Even still, cats, dogs - even the occasional rodent were always nursed back to health and passed stray food whenever Gregory could afford it.

So it was no surprise that Gregory knew he was going to grow up to take over for his father, learning the farrier trade and becoming quite accustomed to working with the large animals. More so - it was absolutely no surprise when his eighteenth birthday came and Gregory's first instinct of a wish was to be able to communicate with the animals he worked with every single day. What was the lack of being able to speak with 'people' who treated him and animals around him so terribly anyways. Especially if he could still just... learn another language at some point or... write whatever he needed down or just gesture.

....Except - sometimes he finds his fingers stilling on paper, unable to recall how to say the words he's trying to say. Even worse... sometimes he stares at people like they've sprouted nonsense at him because he can't fathom a word of what they'd just said.

...surely they're just uh... not from around here...right?

[notmuchofatail]

Coming from Greg 'happy' was meant as a relatively moot term. Obviously for someone like him, though he'd become increasingly healthier over the last year both physically and mentally, was still not the umbrella term that others might've used it as. For Gregory happiness worked more like 'content' might. Stability over the actual feeling of 'happiness' in every moment of the day.

Did Jun feel good about where he was at right now with Lo. Did he think he was comfortable in the relationship. Did he think things would continue. That was more of the question that Gregory was asking - and he was certain that Jun gave him the answer that covered those bases.

In the same way that Gregory's own expression softened a bit at the mention of Zero, his head tilting slightly as he offered a single shrug of his shoulder. "Well I think at this point he's stuck with me so." Gregory teased softly, looking down at the reflection within his mug of tea. "...I certainly wouldn't trade anything for what we have now."

@moon-yeongjun

Here In The Hundred Acre Wood || Moon Donkey