Lore Idea:

Lore Idea:

People with velvet ribbons around their necks were actually once Dullahans.

Their real heads were found by someone and attached to them with enchanted ribbons that keep them bound to the person who found their head. (Similar to Swan Maiden and Selkie stories.)

Bonus: Their usually ghosty horse is turned into a normal horse and either kept locked up in a stable somewhere else where they cannot find it, or sold off to someone else. But the moment the ribbon is taken off their master they immediately change back and race towards their direction.

Let's support our fellow minorities this Pride Month!

Sugar, Spice, and...Snapdragons?

Roman: Girls are made of Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice. While boys are made of-

Remus: Snips, Snails, and Entrails!

Roman: Puppy Dog Tails! It’s supposed to be Puppy Dog Tails!

Remus: Wow, you’re cutting the tails off of poor, innocent puppies? And everyone calls ME the evil twin~

Patton: He’s doing WHAT to innocent puppies?!

Roman: What? No, Popsarazzi. That’s just how the saying goes- Snips, Snails and Puppy Dog Tails.

Logan: Yes, it’s from a nursery rhyme dating back to-

Character!Thomas: Like in the Powerpuff Girls!

Patton: Oh, the Powerpuff Girls! When they were stirring the- Yeah! 

Patton: You had me worried for a moment there, Roman. You know how much I love puppies!

Roman: You never have to worry about me, Fair Patton! I’m the knight in shinning armor after all~~~ I save cute critters, not maim them. Unlike a certain SOMEONE * points to Remus * Who sung about stuffing a dog into a sausage!

Remus: Oh, and slaying dragons is suddenly saving them now?! * leans towards Thomas while gesturing at Roman * What a hypocrite, this guy.

Roman: That’s completely different! Everyone knows dragons are monsters...so...they...* trails of into regret as he stares wide-eyed at Deceit, who had immediately stiffened *

Patton: Remember kids, kill them with kindness!

Virgil: Annihilate them with affection.

Roman: Slaughter them with sentiment!~

Deceit: Poison them with praise~

Logan: Asphyxiate them...with...appreciation...?

Remus: Murder them with a Mace! * takes his morning star out *

Everyone else: ...

Patton: I think you missed the point here, kiddo... * confiscates the mace from him and holds it like it’s a dirty tissue * 

Remus: Hmmm...The point of this knife??? 

Patton: No!

Logan: Who gave him a knife?!

So funny story, I actually got a ring stuck on my finger once! 

I used to wear a ring all the time, my favorite- a silver one with a heart accompanied by a couple of swirls. No gem or anything just simple but cute. And by all the time, I mean everyday throughout middle school and on into highschool. But the thing about being a kid is- you grow. So by Freshman year I was having a little bit of trouble getting it on. But by George I was bound determined to keep wearing it! It got to the point where I was literally licking my finger to get the poor thing on and off. My mother, bless her heart, was obviously concerned when she finally saw me doing this and offered me some advice. 

"Your non-dominant hand is smaller." She said. "It'll definitely fit better on that hand." She said. It was not. It did not.

 And so this cherished ring was now stuck on my left hand, with each attempt to remove it resulting in my finger swelling up more. Lotion? Nope. Butter? Nah. Aloe Vera? No way Hose! And on and on we fruitlessly tried home remedy suggestion after suggestion. My poor finger had turned from pink...to red...to purple. Which at this point was hella concerning, especially since my whole hand and arm had started going numb and tingly. So our two stubborn butts conceded and decided to finally buckle up and take me to the hospital. 

It took us about 5 or 6 hours of waiting time to finally be called back there. And we had gone to the emergency room. They took one look at my shaky arm and finger the size of a small potato and said "Oh yeah, we're gonna have to saw that off." And they must have noticed the panicked look that flittered across both of our faces because they then specified "The ring." To our sheer, utter relief.

 So they took another hour finding...whatever it was they needed to get the job done we guessed. And when they finally returned they had with them the smallest electric saw you'd ever seen. Apparently it was a tiny precision saw mainly used for removing jewelry safely from car crash victims. Which was...comforting? Concerning? But they had the poor little ring sawed off of me before I could decide which it was. Before I had even formed a reply. Talk about slight of hand! My finger was automatically relieved, of course, but it still took my hand awhile to feel tip top again. The achiness and shakiness stayed through til the next day. 

The absolute worst part, however, was that my precious ring now had a good sized cut in it. And getting it fixed would only make it smaller. (If it could even be fixed at all.) Meaning I would probably never be able to wear it again. Thanks for the helpful suggestion, mom. (Still love you though.) So anyways, that's probably why I hardly ever wear rings anymore. Not even my graduation ring.

i love wearing rings, but some of the most terrifying moments in my life have been when i thought that i couldn’t get them off my fucking finger oh god im gonna have to amputate it its over

Plot twist- They're actually Remus' knives. Virgil's just babysitting them while they're away. Sharpening = grooming.

Roman: Are you mad?

Virgil: No.

Roman: So sharpening knives at 2am is just a hobby?