Mother Goose

@Negaduck , @icequeenkitty, @QuiverwingDuck, @DarkwingDuck
incoming txt message from MG, (with attached picture Ariana in a corset)
*do we match~?*

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

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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    • Negaduck
      Negaduck

      This was somehow preferable to wearing his archenemy's colours.

      "Part of the internet is going to go nuts over this..." grumbled as he inspected the new get up. Dang it why wouldn't it come off? Adult proof pins?

      What distracted him from the involuntary costume change, however, was the sight of the arrows in his hands. Or more specifically, the blackness creeping through them from where his touch had tainted them.

      Now Negaduck was more of a magic abuser than user but he could put two and three together.

      Grabbing a bow from behind his back, took aim at a random mook across the busy street - thanks Feliciana - and fired, only to be promptly met with a cloud of cursing the likes of which had never been printed.

      "Well," grinning at the goose. "Looks like this is going to be a happy Valentine's Day after all."

      • Mother Goose
        Mother Goose

        "Purple would be super-cute on you, but noooope, these beauties are pure pink~"

        The pinkest pink, the searing kind of bright fluorescent pigment banned for exactly one person in the world.

        At least, they were for now.

        The cutesty, heart tipped arrows would be no match for nega-brand corruption.

        "Cupid's actual arrow!" the goose explained excitedly. "Self-replicating, very powerful, very rare magic-"

        She handed it over to Negaduck to examine and- wait why was the goose wearing gloves, oh NO, it must be contact magic-

        *poof*

        hope Negaduck enjoyed having tiny cherubic wings and an even tinier diaper. At least it was black..?

        • Negaduck
          Negaduck

          "As long as they don't have any purple puff pellets hanging off them..."

          Bitter grumbles aside, mid-con was not the time to get caught up in thoughts of all-consuming vengeance.

          "Why, boppet, what've you got for me?"

          Worst case he could sell whatever it was on D Bay and get himself that combine harvester drink stand combo he had always wanted.

          • Mother Goose
            Mother Goose

            Maybe that niceness secretly still festered deep within Negaduck, waiting for just the right moment to spew outward... and there was nothing more spew-inducing than Valentine's Day!

            "Eeeeee, I'd LOVE to!"

            But how to do it...

            "Hmm, Kewpie-doll, how do you feel arrows...?"

            • Negaduck
              Negaduck

              Ah heck, was it that time of year already? No wonder he had been feeling queasy. And here he had been assuming it was gastro from licking one too many unwashed turrets.

              "Actually I was hoping to find a way to commemorate the occasion, spread the love, you know."

              Preferably in a way that involved spreading bullets rather than Broadway hits.

              "Care to join?"

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              • Mother Goose
                Mother Goose commented on the blog Grimm Grinning Goats
                Embarrassment? Ha, you think a grown man performing magic tricks at a burger stand for fun can be embarrassed? He is in his element, Matthew! In. His. Element. "Yes?" Gary said with puzzled politeness. "And? It's really not the same at all, old...
                • Mother Goose
                  Mother Goose commented on the blog Angel of Contents
                  "YES, yes please!" the goose said delightedly. Where was the book? There were so many books, all arranged by some private organizational scheme, possibly designed to create maximum frustration in the average browsing customer.   "Oh, how...
                  • Mother Goose
                    Mother Goose commented on the blog Over the Spoon
                    "The sunsets?" Mother Goose shrugged. "I mean if I was a spoon, I'd want to go to Solingen personally... not that it matters because you sent them all back!" The goose pouted. Unfair.
                    • Mother Goose
                      Mother Goose commented on the blog Grimm Grinning Goats
                      "Oh, I agree entirely! The spider pie out of Ewcrops is just shameful! Now my wife, Hagatha, now, she makes the best spider pie in the world. The secret-" he whispered conspiratorially, "is raisins." Hagatha probably wouldn't appreciate you sharing...
                      • Mother Goose
                        Mother Goose commented on the blog Angel of Contents
                        "Bunny!" If this place was trying to be unwelcoming, it was failing! Mother Goose immediately started trying to tempt the guard rabbit closer for cuddles, pulling out a cress sandwich. "Awwwww, c'mhere, you precious lil babey- oh!" Surprised,...
                        • Mother Goose
                          Mother Goose published a blog post Angel of Contents
                          A new bookstore appears as if by magic and doesn't have real opening hours?! How's a literary witch supposed to cope? (reserved for MG and Az)
                            • Aziraphale
                              Aziraphale

                              He had barely a moment to make that nasally hum of the beginning of the answer to her question when the arrival of hand gear gave him pause and he was presented with some finger food. 

                              Aziraphale glanced at the rabbit who, because he was a rabbit, just sat still waiting for a reward for existing instead of doing something clever like shrug or say 'dames' in the tones of a grizzled Noir antihero. 

                              "Uh-" he rallied eloquently as he blinked at the sandwich and because well... Francis was indeed still existing and it didn't appear to be poisoned, broke off a corner and tossed it to the bunny who felt that this was, of course, the only logical outcome to this scenario. He peered at the page she was admiring and smiled to himself at the memory. "Quite the eccentric old Jack. A bit touch and go for a while there, but he came around in the end." A tricky little conversion if he did say so himself. Atheists. What cynical little darlings. "Ah he was-" He paused, rewriting the narrative before he inadvertently let his age show. He was rubbish at this when he got excited. "-he was very impressed by the lovely first edition of the private publication of The Tale of Peter Rabbit with a delightful little drawing of the titular scamp by the authoress that is in-" eh. "-The Collection." he motioned to the shop at large. "Would you like to see it? You're already wearing the required accessories."

                              Archival gloves! What a delight to see someone with some sense and respect for-well not normal operating hours obviously, or doors... or... Come to think of it.

                              "Before that though I feel I must ask your name and how you managed to materialize in my shop and with what intentions?" 

                              • Mother Goose
                                Mother Goose

                                "YES, yes please!" the goose said delightedly. Where was the book? There were so many books, all arranged by some private organizational scheme, possibly designed to create maximum frustration in the average browsing customer.  

                                "Oh, how rude of me- I was just so excited at all the-" she gestured at the collection, clearly overwhelmed with joy at the density. "I'm Briar Grimm," Briar said, shaking the other bird's hand politely. "I'm a literal witch. Well, not a literal witch, I mean, I am literally a witch but I meant more I'm literary witch, as in I specialize in literature-based magic, especially children's fiction, for various crimes and..." This was getting pretty rambling, oh dear. "I'm a former librarian?" Mother Goose concluded.

                                • Aziraphale
                                  Aziraphale

                                  Aziraphale nodded and frowned as he tried to follow the roundabout introduction. One word in particular ringing like a gong each time it was spoken. 

                                  Witch.

                                  Where was a pin when you needed one?

                                  "A literary magic caster, what a novel idea." Ohoho. Puns. "It is a delight to meet you Ms. Grimm, former librarian. I am Aziraphale, this is my shop and this is Francis. He is a rabbit." Just in case there was any confusion. He replaced The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe on it's shelf and regarded her for a curious moment before shrugging slightly and waving her on to follow him. "Come along, it's in the back room.  I would like to request that you don't cast any fire spells in the shop, we are a no smoking establishment since 1708." Well... they had been, and that had been a very unpopular stance during certain time periods but Aziraphale still found himself heartbroken over the senseless loss of the Library of-oh well she had been a librarian perhaps she-? "No point in tempting another Library of Alexandria is there? Tragic. Absolutely wretched loss of so many priceless writings." He sighed morosely, still too soon? Forever would be too soon for the book loving angel.

                                  He lead her to the small back room where his curated collection was much more neatly organized as, this was a private stockroom of sorts and there was no chance that a customer would wander back here uninvited. With great care he offered the promised book to her. 

                                  "I am afraid I have depressed myself." He admitted somberly. "I am going to boost my spirits with a bit of spirits. Wine specifically, a very fine Château Margaux 1957, would you care for a glass? It's got lovely spice and plum notes, a little Earthy, I think you might enjoy it. Of course you'd have to abstain until you're done looking at the-" He motioned toward the book, on the title page a little doodle of Peter happily munching on an apple was accompanied by 'To my Dear Mr. Fell, stay out of the garden! All my love, Beatrice.' "-stock." 

                                  As she decided he'd pull a bottle from a wine rack situated in this catch all of a storeroom and set about uncorking it. 

                                  "As a matter of curiosity, what brings you to my shop? Not looking to steal anything I hope?"

                                • Mother Goose
                                  Mother Goose commented on the photo Delicious
                                  Sooo romantic~!
                                  • Mother Goose
                                    Mother Goose commented on the blog Grimm Grinning Goats
                                    Oops. Well, that certainly explained the texture. "Yes, yes, but you must eat this kind of food all the time," Gary dismissed, dropping the remaining crayon-half back in the bucket.  "Hmmm... in that case...  I'll have what he's having!...

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