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If you don't follow my main blog... I'm still recovering from a nasty sinus infection and trying to get back to posting regularly. Because I wasn't posting regularly before. :) So uh. I'm gonna get some sleep and I'll start playing catch up. I'm trying. BE NICE OR I BITE. Fairy Bites

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Look what the cat dragged in! No really, it's her. Maybe when this is all over, she'll be more cautious around Figaro. She should have believed Jiminy about cats. If anyone has one of Mme. Bonefamille's cats on speed dial, this could use some negotiations.

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From beyond the grave.

Haha she can't do that, a cat got her. After getting turned into a fairy pickle ball.

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There's a giant LightBrite board in this giant meeting room and a little blue peg just fizzles out. This can't at all be ominous, right? No. No, Bill Cipher is the substitute Blue Fairy for eternity. We'll just... replace that peg with a Cool Ranch Dorito. Jam that in there. No one pay attention to the fairies panicking in the background.

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To Pieces

Escape. It took an entire day to push the bottle off the shelf and send it crashing to the floor. The shards of the glass had been painful for a moment, but she was already on her way to freedom. Luckily they were just scratches, save for a small gash on her cheek and her dress being torn to shreds. Now she just had to avoid the housecat and slip outside. Suddenly she now knew exactly what Jiminy meant. When in small form and moving quickly, one didn't have time to reason. If she could just find a way out of the kitchen, she could find a place to rest and signal for help. Then she'd blacklist this house from wishes being answered. They were entirely too hostile to fae kind. Blue gripped to the leg of a table, likely one that Geppetto may have been commissioned to carve, and tried to get an idea of how to make her escape. She was breathing hard and trying to listen for the tapping noise of little paw pads. Somehow, she couldn't hear them. But she did hear purring. It was right behind her. With a horrified gasp, she began to climb up the table, digging her nails into the wood as the paw swiped at her. Fairies of her kind weren't supposed to have this sort of trouble. They weren't supposed to get stuck! They were supposed to have support! But no one was coming for her... No one knew where she was. She was trapped in this horrible house where each corner she looked, there was something trying to take her away from those she loved most. Up on her feet and trying to run, her thoughts flew to Pinocchio. What was going to happen to him if she couldn't get out of here? What about Jiminy? She was never brave enough to truly tell him what she felt. For all the good she did, she rarely put herself first. It was always the job. It was always others. Everything went white. There was a horrible clanging noise. The fairy in blue had been smashed against a cooking skillet. The skillet slammed down not once, not twice, but three times and then flicked the Blue Fairy out of an open window. The cat followed, yowling after. "Never seen a fly that big in my life!" fin.

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Before I post anything... @tearmannfoilathe / @bypoisedapples / @teapottroubles picked odds. So. This is where we are. So buckle up, buttercups!

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She's getting desperate... No one knows she's there on that shelf. And certainly, it's a long fall down. Then she'll have to navigate out of this terrible house... Isn't that boy... the one Pinocchio had to defend himself against? She doesn't have a policy that excludes siblings of bullies. Though she can't help but wonder if this was carefully orchestrated.. The fairy rushes into the side of the bottle and grunts. That's a little progress... but what happens when it shatters? That's a bridge to cross when you get there, Polaris. Keep pushing.

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Oh, they're fighting again. She cares about them. Sure they're crawly little critters and sassy little furry things, but... She does care. Loves them, really. The animal kingdom isn't even her jurisdiction but she loves them. Now she understands why Tinkerbell occasionally goes from green to full red with fury... Once she's out of here she's smashing a few heads together in hopes of getting single braincells to function.

She lets out a scream and... temporary hearing loss from the glass bottle echoing back at her. Ow.

She's telling them she knows everything.

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Yeah. This. This right here.

Tomorrow I should go back to replying to things normally. Enjoy The Blue Fairy being stuck in a bottle right now. I'm still tired and I have a lot of aches and pains. So... I'll see you later. faceplant

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The Blue Fairy's makeup cabinet contains: Highlighter. A lot of highlighter. So much highlighter. Disco ball. It's everywhere when you open the cabinet. Pink lip gloss, the fancy hydrating kind. Fairies don't even need lip hydration! Pink cream blush. Pink lipstick. Some eyeshadow and one very festive frosty shimmer, probably reserved for holidays. One eyeshadow labeled "SAVE FOR WHEN JIMINY ASKS ME OUT." It's got a thick layer of dust. Pink to silver shimmer. This needs to be replaced, even if it's never been opened before. Might give you pink eye now. Purchased a day after the Pinocchio movie premiere. Someone was hopeful. One shelf dedicated to keeping her nails perfect. French manicures only. Then there's the little shelf off to the side that's for some hair curlers for that effortlessly messy but glamourous look that wasn't the intent but stuck with her anyway. There's three pictures pinned to the mirror; Jiminy Cricket, Ray the Firefly, and... The Centipede? There's a balled up picture of Cri-kee on the floor. Forgotten. He never wrote. He never called back.

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That feeling of dread that someone might rearrange the stars to get back an ex. Or some crude images. Both? Yes, both. That's a cosmic migraine coming on. Or silver exposure.

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Tap tap tap...! So that's why you don't tap on an aquarium... Ow...

Okay, new plan. Smack into the bottle until you knock it off the shelf and smash it. ...That's a drop. That's quite a drop and then the silver stopper will smash on top of you. Oooh. Okay, how do we glow SOS? ...We're not even that close to the window! Retiring. We're retiring.

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A bottle with a silver stopper... Children can be very cruel. Especially big brothers. Well... There's not much to do other than sit here. At least she can make a pleasant, blue night light.

If she could roll off the shelf, she could shatter the thing, but her head is spinning. Isn't the workshop nearby? To think, rescue could have been within her grasp. Oh well...

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Shrug. "If you want to make Bendy's housewife dreams come true, certainly. Oh you're also a divorce lawyer."

"With all due respect, you've really gotta start handing out a brochure of benefit overviews when you onboard folks."

Regardless, Jiminy Will Remember That.

"I just don't think it's a very good idea, Milady, I, uh... I move around a lot, and..." well he can't pull out The Job as an excuse to the Lady who gave him The Job. "Oh, I don't know. I don't reckon anybody I know is ready for that sorta thing, and I sure don't feel ready. Feels like it's somethin where you'd just sorta know when the time's right, and I dunno if I know! Easier to just marry off Bendy. He's chompin at the bit for his housewife era to begin."

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"You do, actually. Part of your knighting. You may marry anyone and provide paperwork-"

Ahem. "Not the point. You know very well if you asked, there are plenty who would spend their lives with you." She crosses her arms. "Now... don't joke around or I will go grab that paperwork for you, Parson Cricket."

I wasn't really gonna marry 'em off, ma'am, I don't even got a license!

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SIR JIMINY.

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Wish for a smooch. Wish for a smooch. Wish for a smooch. Wish for a smooch. She has to be PG right now. She's hoping for another kind of wish.