The Snake and the Nightingale by demonofnothing, literature
Literature
The Snake and the Nightingale
Ethan Ciar was nothing like Ichabod imagined he would be like. He had only seen him a couple times in his youth, but never up close as he was now, and there was a strange alluringness to him that the Nightingale just could not place. Despite his age, Ethan was still very much a handsome gnome, even if part of his appearance was almost snake-like. When he spoke, his fangs were the most prominent thing about him, next to his golden eyes with snake-like slits. His purple and white hair had some silveriness peppered throughout it, and it was unkempt as if had spent most of the day dealing with hardships than bothering with his appearance. Even his clothing was something for far more comfortable wear than dealing with attending an important sort of meeting. He was wearing a black robe-like top that covered most of his body and made him appear as if he were some kind of villain. The collar was large and opened to where his collar bone could be seen if he tilted himself
Ichabod let out a sigh of frustration as he made his way back to the carriage and found Jason standing outside the inn with the luggage already unloaded with no carriage in sight. Ichabod wanted to say something but resisted the urge to let his snarky tongue slip as he found himself saying “There was a bit of fumble with the room.” “What?” Jason asked, arching a brow, “They didn’t book the room or is this another issue?” “Well, there’s only one bed in the room,” Ichabod told him, hands on his hips as he thought out loud, “Chances are we could try another inn, though it is rather late, or I could sleep on the floor—” Jason laughed at that as he smacked Ichabod chest with the back of his hand and said, “Stop overthinking it, buddy. We’ll share the bed. I’m no cuddle bunny, but if you are, I don’t care. You wouldn’t be the first guy I’ve had accidentally clinging to me in their sleep.” Ichabod slowly blinked as he grabbed his bag, following after the older gnome as he asked, “I
Onwards to the Snake's Lair by demonofnothing, literature
Literature
Onwards to the Snake's Lair
Neither said a word to the other as they traveled to the next town over to Skid Row. Jason Arkal-Jenkins appeared to be bored about the whole ordeal, while Ichabod Nightingale was sure that his nerves were showing. There was a gnawing anxiety at the back of his mind and he was from the decades of his father forbidding him from ever stepping one foot near the infamous P.I.T.S. He was excited about seeing what the fuss was about, though he would be lying to himself if he said that he wasn’t terrified of meeting Ethan Ciar. Everyone who ever knew Ethan would warn about his temperamental state and the extremes of his wrath and rage, but Ichabod wasn’t sure if they were true or exaggerations of the truth. He always trusted his father’s words when he was a smurfling but now that he was an adult, well, he had to see for himself. He cast a glance over at Jason to see him taking in the scenery. He looked downright bored as they were transitioning from the swamplands to forest. Sure, Skid
It was cold outside. The crisp chilly air brought a freezing breeze with it, and yet the mortician barely registers the cold as he sat on the roof of the Mors estate. A pale moon clung to the night sky and it was the only source of light tonight as everyone else had gone to bed for the evening. The Nightingale knew he should probably rest like the others, but his mind was racing far too much for slept to overcome him. He was like his father in that regard. When he felt he needed to get away, some place of great heights was always a comforting spot, whether it be the roof of a home or simply a tree branch, any place that had to scaled was good enough. He grimaced as he pulled the purple crystal out of his coat pocket, examining the small mineral as if it were too good to be true. It had been centuries since he had laid eyes on a crystal such as this, and the last gnome he knew who had one was no longer living. They had died a terrible death, one they didn’t deserve and it was
The Nightingale scowled when he saw his best friend smirking at him, waggling his brows as if he knew a hidden secret but was waiting for the other to speak of it first. Ichabod let out a heavy breath as he picked his teacup up, not wanting to take the bait, but of course he couldn’t bite back his annoyance as he snapped out, “What?” The weresmurf merely laughed in glee at his irritation, knowing full well that it was easy to ruffle the Nightingale’s feathers without too much effort. The two had known each other for far too long and they were like bickering brothers who knew how to poke and prod the other with just a glance. “You’ve met someone,” Stranger commented with a mischievous grin plastered on his face, earning a deeper scowl from the other. “Who?” The Nightingale scoffed as he looked around the empty living room, seeing as they were the only two in the room, “What person have you hallucinated up for me because I sure as hell down see them.” Stranger let out a bellowing
Collin Hardings held the purple crystal between his fingertips, looking confused as to what he was supposed to do with it. Tony Thyme had tried to give it to him, and when he refused, the little bastard had the audacity to get Ekon to force him to take it, knowing damn well he wasn’t going to say no to older gnome. Ipkiss peered at the crystal curiously, before looking at Collin as he asked, “What’s it do?” “I don’t know and I don’t care to know,” Collin answered, ready to throw the thing, but a small part of him refused to do it. He sighed as he stood up, Ipkiss hot on his heels as he asked, “Where are you going?” “Alex will know what to do with this,” He answered, trying to rack his brain on where the gnome might be hiding out at. There was a chance he was with Shashi as they both shared that operatic musical interest, or he was potentially with Ichabod. For whatever reason, he was getting awful chummy with the Nightingale. He wasn’t sure if it was because they once knew each
The Snake and the Nightingale by demonofnothing, literature
Literature
The Snake and the Nightingale
Ethan Ciar was nothing like Ichabod imagined he would be like. He had only seen him a couple times in his youth, but never up close as he was now, and there was a strange alluringness to him that the Nightingale just could not place. Despite his age, Ethan was still very much a handsome gnome, even if part of his appearance was almost snake-like. When he spoke, his fangs were the most prominent thing about him, next to his golden eyes with snake-like slits. His purple and white hair had some silveriness peppered throughout it, and it was unkempt as if had spent most of the day dealing with hardships than bothering with his appearance. Even his clothing was something for far more comfortable wear than dealing with attending an important sort of meeting. He was wearing a black robe-like top that covered most of his body and made him appear as if he were some kind of villain. The collar was large and opened to where his collar bone could be seen if he tilted himself
Ichabod let out a sigh of frustration as he made his way back to the carriage and found Jason standing outside the inn with the luggage already unloaded with no carriage in sight. Ichabod wanted to say something but resisted the urge to let his snarky tongue slip as he found himself saying “There was a bit of fumble with the room.” “What?” Jason asked, arching a brow, “They didn’t book the room or is this another issue?” “Well, there’s only one bed in the room,” Ichabod told him, hands on his hips as he thought out loud, “Chances are we could try another inn, though it is rather late, or I could sleep on the floor—” Jason laughed at that as he smacked Ichabod chest with the back of his hand and said, “Stop overthinking it, buddy. We’ll share the bed. I’m no cuddle bunny, but if you are, I don’t care. You wouldn’t be the first guy I’ve had accidentally clinging to me in their sleep.” Ichabod slowly blinked as he grabbed his bag, following after the older gnome as he asked, “I
Onwards to the Snake's Lair by demonofnothing, literature
Literature
Onwards to the Snake's Lair
Neither said a word to the other as they traveled to the next town over to Skid Row. Jason Arkal-Jenkins appeared to be bored about the whole ordeal, while Ichabod Nightingale was sure that his nerves were showing. There was a gnawing anxiety at the back of his mind and he was from the decades of his father forbidding him from ever stepping one foot near the infamous P.I.T.S. He was excited about seeing what the fuss was about, though he would be lying to himself if he said that he wasn’t terrified of meeting Ethan Ciar. Everyone who ever knew Ethan would warn about his temperamental state and the extremes of his wrath and rage, but Ichabod wasn’t sure if they were true or exaggerations of the truth. He always trusted his father’s words when he was a smurfling but now that he was an adult, well, he had to see for himself. He cast a glance over at Jason to see him taking in the scenery. He looked downright bored as they were transitioning from the swamplands to forest. Sure, Skid
Collin Hardings held the purple crystal between his fingertips, looking confused as to what he was supposed to do with it. Tony Thyme had tried to give it to him, and when he refused, the little bastard had the audacity to get Ekon to force him to take it, knowing damn well he wasn’t going to say no to older gnome. Ipkiss peered at the crystal curiously, before looking at Collin as he asked, “What’s it do?” “I don’t know and I don’t care to know,” Collin answered, ready to throw the thing, but a small part of him refused to do it. He sighed as he stood up, Ipkiss hot on his heels as he asked, “Where are you going?” “Alex will know what to do with this,” He answered, trying to rack his brain on where the gnome might be hiding out at. There was a chance he was with Shashi as they both shared that operatic musical interest, or he was potentially with Ichabod. For whatever reason, he was getting awful chummy with the Nightingale. He wasn’t sure if it was because they once knew each
The Nightingale scowled when he saw his best friend smirking at him, waggling his brows as if he knew a hidden secret but was waiting for the other to speak of it first. Ichabod let out a heavy breath as he picked his teacup up, not wanting to take the bait, but of course he couldn’t bite back his annoyance as he snapped out, “What?” The weresmurf merely laughed in glee at his irritation, knowing full well that it was easy to ruffle the Nightingale’s feathers without too much effort. The two had known each other for far too long and they were like bickering brothers who knew how to poke and prod the other with just a glance. “You’ve met someone,” Stranger commented with a mischievous grin plastered on his face, earning a deeper scowl from the other. “Who?” The Nightingale scoffed as he looked around the empty living room, seeing as they were the only two in the room, “What person have you hallucinated up for me because I sure as hell down see them.” Stranger let out a bellowing
It was cold outside. The crisp chilly air brought a freezing breeze with it, and yet the mortician barely registers the cold as he sat on the roof of the Mors estate. A pale moon clung to the night sky and it was the only source of light tonight as everyone else had gone to bed for the evening. The Nightingale knew he should probably rest like the others, but his mind was racing far too much for slept to overcome him. He was like his father in that regard. When he felt he needed to get away, some place of great heights was always a comforting spot, whether it be the roof of a home or simply a tree branch, any place that had to scaled was good enough. He grimaced as he pulled the purple crystal out of his coat pocket, examining the small mineral as if it were too good to be true. It had been centuries since he had laid eyes on a crystal such as this, and the last gnome he knew who had one was no longer living. They had died a terrible death, one they didn’t deserve and it was
"Happy ending? There are no happy endings. Life is an uninterrupted series of humiliating failures." ~The Brain. (Pinky, Elmyra, and the Brain)
Hello I am Rebecca, also known as Pip or the Demon of Nothing. I am a nobody and I am a negative person a good 90% of the time and positive a good 10%. I have a dark, crude sense of humor, and I tend to like to make others happy rather than myself. I have a pessimistic view on life. Oh yes, I can be fun and silly to amuse others and myself sometimes, but most of the time I am a grinch. I'm sarcastic, snarky, but tolerant to others to a certain degree. Don't start shit with me and I won't start shit with you! Okay? Then enjoy my gallery with all of it's terrible depravity!
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Ya’ll knew this day would come. You knew what you were doing when you decided to watch me! Don’t expect child friendly answers! Here we go! Ya’ll know the drill! You want to ask a certain character a question, pick one or more, and ask it and they’ll answer it. You may ask your questions in this journal, comment section of the answers, or even note me with “Ask the Seuss”. Here we go! The list of characters: Edit 03/14/2020 In case anyone is confused, this “Ask the Seuss” is an AU that is a combination of Dr Seuss books, (loosely)Seussical, movies, and tv shows. I worked them into one universe. So they will be different from their respected books and movies as it will be a mix of them all. Some things will have to go and changes will be need to be made in order for them to work this way. I’ll give an example of what I mean. Example: “Green Eggs and Ham” the book/ also the 1973 movie is about Sam I Am pestering his nameless Knox roommate to try a dish of green eggs
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