CatCF Musical (re-write) -Memento Mori

CatCF Musical (re-write) - Memento Mori

CatCFember - Day 18 - Only the Stars Turkentine/Bill - (written to this song)

'England, October 8th 1971. Two men share a silent moment in the dead of night, just to be.'

The night was dark, and bitterly cold. It often was in their humble town; the winters felt like they grew harsher each year, draining colour the streets could barely afford…

But not this year. This year felt different.

Perhaps he was still recovering in the wake of recent commotion- a candyman can only take so much- but he could have sworn the nights had grown warmer since October 1st. Like something had changed in preparation for a new era, like the streets were less dreary, the frost less numbing on his skin.

But there, then, as he sat in the middle of a pitch-black field, on the most remote hill, Bill did not care whether it was freezing ice nor scorching heat. There, then, as he sat under a sky with no moon, with a man deemed his sun: nothing else mattered.

David rested his head softly against his partner’s shoulder, a tired silence shared between the two. As they stared upon the horizon, both were lost more in their own thoughts than the silhouette sea of barely-legible houses. Other than the factory that never slept, no one in their right mind would be up that late; at least, no one with nothing to hide. No one like them.

The two older men were each other's secret, and only there, only then, in the dead of night on a pitch-black hill, could they find a moment’s safety in eachother’s cold embrace.

No. Out there, only the stars knew.

Me and my friends laughed at this image for like ten minutes last night.

WW&tCF (ft. Matilda) - FR: Class War - 'Revolting'

'The children could only take so much pressure, so much discipline. And now, as they sang and tore up his classroom, Mr. Pratt could only stare to the horror at the front of the class: Miranda, his prize student, his teacher's pet, leading the charge from the heights of his desk... And bloody Turkentine below her, with the biggest shit-eating smirk he's ever seen.'

Okay, so some context under the cut:

a roleplay started with @bunnyonacupcake lead to a side-story post-factory (same verse as Factory Rejects) that follows Turkentine's class and its ongoing rivalry with the Class for Excellence. Said class is lead by Mr. Pratt, who is the most pretentious, deplorable, winning-obsessed man you'll ever meet. He's looks and sounds like Matt Berry if Matt Berry were a John Lennon kinnie, and holds his students to the highest standards that they've all become either snobby-nosed know-it-alls, or nervous wrecks.

One of those, is an AU of @bunnyonacupcake's Miranda Mary Piker. This little school-obsessed boffin is Pratt's parrot, watchdog, and star student. But over time, with influence from others (and some visits to Bill's shop), she eventually starts to see that maybe there's more to life than just studying and rules.

And so, I was listening to 'Revolting Children' from Matilda...

Thus came this little moment, when everything comes to a finalé.

there are two other asks in our inbox, and i promise we're not ignoring them, we just like doodle or fic replying to Factory Rejects asks.

the Inner Worlds - DID System art ▸ the Factory, Chocolate Room

One of the location shots for our ongoing emulation series on Youtube, allowing a visitor to dive into the inner world of a dissociative identity disorder system, and experience both the good and the bad.

Squidgevt- our first visitor- ended up in one of the most infamous, trauma-filled location: the Factory. Overseen by our childhood persecutor (which is an incredibly simplified explanation of the man), it's perhaps better akin to a fae-trap than a wonderland...

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