Mother Goose

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Age: early 30s
Species: Goose
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Occupation: Villainess (current), Librarian (former)

Once Upon a Time, there was a happy little librarian- until that HORRID GIRL came along and RUINED EVERYTHING…

Or to put it another way, Gosalyn’s usual brand of high-energy antics in the library-doing everything possible to avoid doing her homework- drove the poor librarian insane. Building forts out of the books, climbing the shelves, snacking in the story circle, playing sports indoors- Briar S. Grimm could deal with- until one unlucky puck-shot buried Briar in fairy tales and she finally snapped. Reinventing herself as Mother Goose, she decided that from now on, she would make the world act more like her favorite stories and create her own Happily Ever After.

Mother Goose is a fairytale-and-fantasy-book themed witch. Stay on her sweet side~

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    • Mother Goose
      Mother Goose

      Hopefully the collision of bodies didn't break all of the gander's weak little bones- not that he'd feel it right now, but full-body casts didn't exactly come in formal wedding tux colours.

      She tried to adjust so Gladstone wasn't quite so smooshed- accidentally elbowing him in the gut- but the other couch leg broke, sending her right back into crunch position.

      "...Maybe not everything-everything." Alas, it would take forever to get to the really juicy bits in this state. "Can you sober up some?"

      • Gladstone Gander
        Gladstone Gander

        Falling onto the couch with all the grace of an airborne slug about to make reentry. the witch handled gander blinked at her with a big stupid grin on his face.

        Even when the leg of the couch gave out and it turned into a sort of slide so that she crashed into him, nearly laying ontop of him the smile remained. He patted her head... or her hair. Mission accomplished. Sooooft.


        "Ah.. yeup. Everytin. Uh... whull.. is fer Lill...Lilll... fer gurlfrin. Too many 'L's fer my mouf right nao-"He pointed at his face. "But... Everythin?" He inquired weakly as if asked to recite War and Peace from memory. "Okay. A luttul unner a year ago... I came t' St. Can...bard onna boat." He informed her carefully as if relating very sensitive information. "Ann I foun' a spoon. F-fancy spoon. Ahhh laaa... ladul. It was... hauuuunnnted." He made spooky jazz hands... or would that be SPIRIT fingers. (hah). "Ohh spoilerss... but I wen' inta a ship. Uh shop. An' it wus Lull..Lill... my gurlfrien' a'fore she wus my gurlfrien' and she's like... 'pip pip cherrioooos 'ave som' free coffee ya 'andsome bloke?' and I mean... obviously she wuz gun' fall in lob wif me..." He paused. " 'Everythin?'"

        • Mother Goose
          Mother Goose

          All thoughts of leaving, gone.

          Briar crammed her fist into her mouth, so her resulting shriek of pure delight wouldn't bring all of St Canard to the door.


          It was still pretty loud. You'd think it was her who got proposed to, the way she was reacting. Briar pulled the glassy-eyed goose into a tight hug that was more of a light strangling. "Oh, GLADSTONE!"

          "She's going to LOVE IT- I- you-" A, E, O, and sometimes Y.

          Too excited for words.

          Need a minute to process.

          Nope, still too excited. She planted a big kiss on his cheek. Very approved! very, very approved!

          "It's perfect!!!" she said tearfully. "Just right!"

          She had better put the ring back for him, since he was more liable to swallow it in this dazed state, but it was just so pretty she had to keep admiring it.

          "Tell me everything!" she demanded, pushing him onto the couch so he could dish comfortably.

          • Gladstone Gander
            Gladstone Gander

            Drunkstone blinked at her, eyelids closing a little out of sync but hey, he didn’t seem to mind. In fact he smiled and nodded before he threw his hands up over his head with an enthusiastic:

            “Woooo! Advenchur! Oh wait.. hold onna minnit.”

            He dropped his hands like they were dead weight. Letting them swing by his sides like pendulums. He tilted his head at her narrowing his eyes as if trying to scrape together the last two brain cells in his head to make a decision.

            “Yer a girl.”

            Brilliant observation.

            “Im gunna show you sumthin’ but you cannnut tell. Keepin’ it a secret is gun be yer job. Cuz... shh.”

            He stumbled around the room, taking a moment to wipe his face off on a bleach stained suit jacket before tossing it back on the mountain of ruined clothes (RIP Fashion) before walking into a few walls, banging his shin on a coffee table, digging around on his bookshelf and coming back with his hand clamped shut.

            “Oookay.” He announced as he flopped down to sit in front of her and scooted in close. “Ready Freddie?” He took one of her hands and turned it palm side up and dropped a silver ring with a shiny but not too large diamond in an elegant setting onto her palm. Gladstone smiled at it. “It’s un engagmunt ring.” He confided in her, face still slightly shimmery from the remnants of glitter town. “Thunk its purdy ennough fer Lullypid? She dun like fings too big and noisy an... shiny. Its gud?”

            • Mother Goose
              Mother Goose


              "Uh..." This was not exactly what she had in mind.

              "Sugarpie. Honeybunch," Briar said, gently, ever so slightly leaning away from the goose's distressingly limp hands. "You know that I love you- but you really got to stop squishing my cheeks..." There had to be *some* boundaries.

              The GONG-A-LONG made her wince.

              Ooh, that was bloody... She nervously patted his hair over the wound, hiding the gash. What? She wasn't a nurse. "Doooon't be concussed," Briar ordered, as if she could magic traumatic brain injury away. Maybe she could. Would she even be able to tell when he was like this?

              "You ok?" she asked hopefully, as blood dripped off his bill. "Up for adventure?"


              • Mother Goose
                "Oh gosh, I don't know!" Mother Goose said, tapping her beak with a finger as she thought. "Maybe like... black cats and spilled salt and broken mirrors?" she mused. "That might just scare him though, Gladdy's so darn superstitious..." Vague...
                • Mother Goose
                  Mother Goose commented on the blog Peter Peter Pumpkin Reaper
                  The goose tried not to stare, but- How was he sipping that without lips? And where did the milkshake actually go...? "That's... good... yay team?" she tried. Something wasn't adding up in this story. Death's father...? Mostly here? "The pumpkins...
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                    Mother Goose commented on the blog If You Give a Bird a Bicky...
                    The only thing worse than being surrounded by a horde of drunken frat boys was how Gary's eyes lit up at the challenge. "Kegstand?" "Oh no, Popsicle, you wouldn't want to do that, it's such a- a Normal custom," Briar said, tugging at her father's...
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                      Mother Goose commented on the blog Peter Peter Pumpkin Reaper
                      W-what? There wasn't enough time to really process what was happening- one second there was the scythe, gleaming smugly, and Death looming over her, trying to be comforting and failing- and then nothing and then and then...Like a rubber band,...
                      • Mother Goose
                        So no introduction to the Fearsome Five then? Aww, bummer. Mother Goose's frown didn't last long, between the heaps of jewelry the clerks were shoving onto the counters and Negaduck's jokes."Well, you can't be enemies!" Briar laughed. Nobody ever...
                        • Mother Goose
                          Mother Goose commented on the blog Peter Peter Pumpkin Reaper
                          "Y-you're in denial!" Fluffy shouted automatically. He immediately regretted it, that retort was so juvenile and he was nearly three, it was just embarrassing to still be saying things like that! His embarrassment would only get worse when the kitty...
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                            Mother Goose posted on Mother Goose's message board
                            Hopefully the collision of bodies didn't break all of the gander's weak little bones- not that he'd feel it right now, but full-body casts didn't exactly come in formal wedding tux colours. She tried to adjust so Gladstone wasn't quite so...
                            • Mother Goose
                              Mother Goose commented on the blog Luck, Stalk, and Two Smoking Barrels
                              This duck was outrageously close to Briar's person. Most people would have noticed that the gothic beauty was fairly radiating an air of Do Not Touch, yet here the stranger was, practically breathing her air, without the slightest hint of...


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