#blupjeans week

[blupjeansweek]

Hello All! I'd like to Gauge interest for Blupjeans Week 2024!

#blupjeans #blupjeans week 2024 #blupjeans week #blupjeansweek2024 #taz #the adventure zone #taz balance #the adventure zone balance #mod stuff

[entguarde]

Day 1: Refuge @blupjeansweek

[Image description: A digital painting featuring Barry Bluejeans and Lup from The Adventure Zone. Lup is a slim elf woman with medium-brown skin. She has long, wavy brown hair with the tips dyed dark blue and cyan, like a flame. She has blue eyes. She is wearing her IPRE robe and a white t-shirt. She’s holding a sandwich

Lup is leaning on Barry’s shoulder. Barry is a fat white human man with light brown hair in a mullet, stubble, and hazel eyes. He’s wearing an IPRE jacket with a trans flag patch on the shoulder. He is also wearing a white shirt and blue jeans. He’s holding his glasses; they have square rims and the middle is taped together.

Barry is looking at Lup with a nervous but genuine smile, holding his glasses as if he were to clean them. Lup is looking up at him with a mischievous grin, and she’s chewing on a piece of her sandwich. They are both in a makeshift shelter made out of logs. It is dark out and raining, but the two are lit from below, and embers float in front of them. End description]

#ent’s art #taz balance #taz balance spoilers #blupjeans #blupjeans week #blupjeans week 2023 #Barry bluejeans #lup taaco #taz barry #taz lup #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #I GOTTA CATCH UP

[yaboi-julien]

Day 2: Clown

Day 2 for @blupjeansweek! I was at a little bit of a loss for this prompt, but I think it all worked out lol

[ID:

 A four panel comic in a cartoony flat-coloured style. In the first panel is Lup in her litch form, a red-robed figure with hands reminiscent of smouldering charcoals and a little spout of flame poking out of her hood where her hair would fall. Under the hood it’s completely dark, except for two glowing white eyes and two sharp white canines. She looks down dejected as she wanders down a darkened street with old-timey shops in the background, the moon and stars in the sky. She is thinking: “want to hug husband want to hug husband want to hug husband”.

In the second panel she looks up, a large lightbulb appearing beside her as a sign on one of the buildings in the background reads: “necromantic wares”

In the third panel, we see Lup’s red robe from the back as she looks at a shelf inside the store. On the shelf is the clown doll from the MBMBaM TV show’s Haunted Doll Watch segment with a tag underneath it saying: “Ready-to-be-haunted doll. Sale! 400 gp”. A thought bubble coming from Lup says: “Perfect.”

In the fourth panel is Barry, a human man with short brown hair wearing a white tank top, as he is sleeping soundly in bed. The clown doll, now posessed by Lup, looms over him in preparation to give him a hug. A thought bubble coming from Lup in the doll says: “This couldn’t possibly go wrong”.

END]

#the adventure zone #blupjeansweek2022 #blupjeans week #blupjeans #blupjeans week 2022 #taz #the adventure zone balance #taz balance #lup #barry #lup taz #lup the adventure zone #barry bluejeans #barry the adventure zone #barry taz #mbmbam #haunted doll watch

[taakosleftshoe]

@blupjeansweek day 1: refuge

Barry and Lup are ready to visit Refuge for their second (? Who can keep count in Refuge) time.

#i added a brief description in alt but if anyone wants more detail pls send an ask and I'll be happy to provide! #i just dont rlly know how many people use them or if they'd like more detail #taz balance #blupjeans #blupjeans week #my art #blupjeansweek2023

[holdmecloser-gandydancer]

@blupjeansweek day 1: Refuge

The sky opens up in a fickle instant. A moment ago, nothing but blue skies and fluffy clouds. The next, Barry’s clothes are getting soaked through and he’s looking for some kind of refuge from the storm. 

He ducks into the first structure that has something more substantial than a thatched roof. Lucky for him, he finds himself not in a private residence with an unhappy homeowner, but inside a cozy bookshop. Cozy is putting it gently; he's certain that there are more books than there are square feet in the shop. Precarious stacks loom taller than his head, small trinkets sit where they can find purchase, and handwritten signs vaguely outline some organizational structure. 

He can't see any kind of checkout desk or register. He assumes he's not intruding; the door was unlocked, after all. 

The shop smells mildewy, a signifier of a good bookshop. More signs lure him further into the shop, promising more books in branching rooms and rarer books downstairs. 

Thunder cracks outside, loud enough to make some of the stacks wobble. Further in it is.

He's several twisting hallways and branching rooms in when he sees another soul. A dark brown cat with tan stripes and intense brown eyes. It's perched on a desk, sitting like it owns the place. 

Barry keeps himself at a distance; doesn't want to risk an allergy flare up in such tight quarters. But he smiles at it. Truly he's cursed with his allergy whilst being fond of cats. It's never an allergy foisted upon cat haters, that's for sure.

The cat meows at him, almost expectantly. 

"Hey! Hi! I'm just checking the place out."

The cat meows again. More interrogatively this time. 

"I'm Barry." He sneezes, though whether it's from the dander or the rain, he isn't sure. 

The cat seems satisfied with this answer and stretches, walking its paws up a stack of sturdy hardbacks. One goes toppling off the stack. Barry bends down to pick it up, but a voice stops him. 

"Oh, I got that, don't worry about it!"

By the time Barry straightens up, the cat is gone and in its place is a beautiful woman, sitting on the desk, putting the book back in its place. 

If Barry were in some kind of fantasy novel, he'd remark on the similarities between the woman and the cat in a way that's somehow more than just people looking like their pets.

But that'd be silly. 

She smiles at him. "So. Barry. Are you cool?"

A frown. No? Historically, no. "Yeaaaaah," he says, surely so convincingly. 

"Just trying to see if you're a narc, dude."

"Not a narc."

"You sure? You gotta tell me if you are. That’s the law, probably."

"Hundred percent not a narc."

"Cool! I'm Lup. If you promise not to get rain on them, you wanna come down to the basement and see the collection of rare books I've got? I also have a pretty dope coffee maker down there, if that sweetens the deal for you." She pauses and ponders. "This isn't like, a Cask of Amontillado situation, I promise."

Barry laughs in spite of himself."Uh. Yeah, yeah, Lup. I'd love that. Promise not to rain on the books." In fact, he feels remarkably dry now. Weird. Must have been in here longer than he thought. 

"Dope! Follow me," she says, disappearing from sight with a remarkable speed. 

In fact, he doesn't see Lup trotting downstairs, but the cat from earlier. 

"Um. H-hey Lup? Are you the cat? Because you gotta tell me if you're the cat! It's the law, probably!" He gets no answer.

He follows the cat, of course. He thinks he has to. 

#taz balance #reese writes #blupjeans #blupjeans week #blupjeans week 2023 #barry bluejeans #lup #listen. i just finished this so. here you go #dont mind any formatting weirdness i pasted it on my phone

[thesevenofbirds]

OKAY, I did day 1 of @blupjeansweek 2 days late. Ask me why this is where my brain went when the prompt was just “blue jeans?” I dunno. But!!! I’m incredibly happy with it 😂 so enjoy!

They’re getting ready for a party,,, GOTTA get the good matching clubbing outfits goin!

#taz #taz balance #blupjeansweek2022 #blupjeans week #blupjeans #Barry bluejeans #lup taaco #taz fanart #taz balance fanart #blupjeans fanart #sturdy denim and blue #my art

[mediocre-megs]

Monster

@blupjeansweek

pov it’s halloween and the love of your life has the most evil hands you’ve ever seen and did i mention she is the love of your life

(a little outta left field but i didn’t have time to write anything for today’s prompt so… art!!!)

#blupjeans week #blupjeansweek2022 #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #taz fanart #taz #taz balance #lup taaco #barry bluejeans #blupjeans

[frickrichums]

Here's my contribution to Blupjeans Week 2022 !! The next three chappies are on their way, but I wanted to get this out in time !

@blupjeansweek

#blupjeans #barry bluejeans #lup taaco #taz balance #lup #blupjeansweek2022 #the adventure zone #taz #blupjeans week #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link

[orykorioart]

From Feb 2023

Legato Conservatory + When someone leaves your life.

[ID: A set of 2 parallel 3-panel-comic illustrations.

For the first image:

1st panel: Lup is front and center, excitedly holding hands with an off-screen Barry. She is smiling back at him as she runs, hair fluttering in the wind. Behind her are sunflowers blooming on a slightly pink background.

2nd panel: Lup and Barry’s intertwined hands, the background is a hazy pink and blue.

3rd panel: Barry is smiling up at Lup, following her hand in hand. Behind him are daisies flowing in the wind, on a slightly blue background.

For the second image:

1st panel: Lup in her red robe, hunched over, with a slash on her back. The background is a dark red and gray.

2nd panel: A hand holding the note saying, “Back soon”. The background is a dark gray.

3rd panel: Barry in his lich form, shedding a tear, with something resembling worry on his skeletal face. The background is a dark blue and gray.

End ID]

(Wanna try to finish the first part at least, bc I do really like the sketch)

#taz #the adventure zone #lup #barry bluejeans #blupjeans #lup taz #tazb #taz balance #realizing that i forgot to add forget-me-nots in the background of the mid panel for the second comic #thats fine tho it works well enough. maybe adding more would be distracting and ruin the composition #i think i hc lup as having freckles but im so inconsistent w it :-(( #anw waugh so busy n tired this week i completely forgot that i have posts queued up already described that i can post

[blupjeansweek]

Blupjeans Week 2024 Prompt Submissions

Hello all! I'd love to take suggestions for prompts for this year's blupjeans week.

If there are prompts you'd like to see or create for this year, please reply to this post with your suggestions!

Even if you are not planning to create for the week, ideas are always very welcome : )

If someone has already replied with your idea, please still reply, as this will give me an idea of which prompts many people are passionate about including!

If for whatever reason you are not able to reply, asks are open as well, but replies are preferable otherwise as they help me keep everything in one place.

Thank you!

#blupjeans #taz #taz balance #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #blupjeans week #barry bluejeans #lup taaco #lup #thezonecast #mod stuff

[entguarde]

@blupjeansweek day 4: AU

Did yall know that i have an entire fucking bird au locked and loaded at the ready (species list at @i-morko)

[image description: a digital lineless illustration of Barry Bluejeans and Lup from The Adventure Zone, except both are sulid birds.

Barry is depicted as a blue-footed booby, with cream body feathers, brown wings, and brown speckles going into his face. His face is bald and a blue-ish gray. His eyes are blue. His beak is long and spear-like

Lup is depicted as a northern gannet, she’s a bit smaller than Barry. She’s almost completely white, save for the cream-yellow feathers on her head. She has a dark mask over her face and light blue skin over her eyes. Her beak is like Barry’s, except hers has a stripe going down the side.

They are tapping the sides of their beaks together in a bonding display, and both are smiling. Barry is looking at Lup, who has her eyes closed. End description]

#ent’s art #blupjeans week 2023 #blupjeans week #taz balance #balance bird au #The adventure zone #blupjeans #the adventure zone balance #lup taako #barry bluejeans #THE WORLD NEEDS TO SEE MY CREATION

[yaboi-julien]

Day 1: Bluejeans

a late submission for @blupjeansweek day one!

[ID a two panel comic featuring Barry and Lup from the adventure zone. In the first panel, Barry--a chubby older man with short brown hair wearing a white shirt, jackalope slippers and heart-patterned underwear) is holding up a pair of jeans with a large cut down the butt. He looks at it confused and says: “Babe, may I ask why?”

In the second panel Lup--a dark skinned elven women with dark brown curly hair in a pony tail--stands pointing a finger gun. She is dressed in oversized jeans buckled tight around her waist with a belt, and a second pair of jeans as high-cropped shirt, wearing the pant legs as sleeves and a cut in the butt of the jeans acting as the head hole. She says: “Fashion, babe.” END]

#the adventure zone #taz #taz balance #blupjeans #lup #lup tacco #lup the adventure zone #lup taz #barry #barry bluejeans #barry bluejeans taz #blupjeans week #blupjeans week 2022 #blupjeansweek2022

[sgrumby]

(written by me and @mmmarty!)

“Mhm, and you’ve been using this… spellbook… for how long?”

“A few weeks,” Lup answers, scowling at it. “We’re not summoning shit, though, I don’t know -”

“We think we’re translating some of the Infernal wrong,” Barry elaborates. “I took some in college -”

“You dropped the class as soon as the hot TA graduated,” Kravitz reminds him, “and you were hungover half the time you did show up.”

“And Lup did it on Fantasy Duolingo for a few hours before we started!” He quickly insists, and Kravitz just shakes his head. 

“Well, yeah, mhm,” he says, holding the black leatherbound tome up and pointing to a passage. “So, when it said brown one and a half pounds of mince in a non-stick pan -”

“Yeah, like, a sacrifice for the demon,” Lup says. “The lasagna. We weren’t really sure of the spiritual meaning, but we made it perfectly, I even got Taako to help us out.”

“What about the flowers?” Kravitz indicates a vase with an assorted bouquet in. It’s very pretty and clearly expensive.

“Yeah, well, jump to page two-twelve,” Barry says, adjusting his glasses to peer over Kravitz’s shoulder. “Look, there. Flowers. We thought we needed to grind the petals for spell components or something.”

“Right, and the candles -”

“Ritual candles,” Lup explains. “They’re tallow. No self-respecting demon’s gonna show up for, like, beeswax.”

“That would make sense, for sure,” Kravitz nods. “And… all this?” He gestures to the rose petals arranged in a circle around the couch, and the bottle of massage oil on the coffee table.

“A summoning sigil, obvi,” Lup huffs like he’s an absolute dipshit, and Barry nods. 

“Preparing the willing vessel for possession.” 

“Yeah, yeah for sure. So, just to recap, you two cooked dinner -”

“Well, I did most of the cooking,” Lup says. 

“Yeah, I was setting stuff up.” 

“Oh, sorry, Lup, you cooked Barry dinner, and Barry, you brought Lup home flowers and were gonna rub her down on the couch after, to summon a demon?” 

He looks at them expectantly, waiting for something, anything, to click, and they just stare back like the two world’s most earnest deer in headlights.

“Yeah!” They nod in unison. 

“Okay.” Kravitz sets down the book, steeples his fingers as he bows his head to his hands, and takes a deep breath. 

“Okay. So you both suck at infernal.” 

“Well, suck is a strong -”

“No, you both suck shit, because I actually showed up to class, Barry -” 

Barry blushes.

“And this isn’t titled— wait, what was it you two said?” 

“Demons and Resurrection,” Lup supplies, and Barry nods, still red.

“Yeah, it’s not Demons and Resurrection, it’s Dating and Relationships.” 

“It’s -” Barry stutters, flushing even deeper, and Lup frowns. 

“So it’s a… demon dating guide? What to do when your lover has scales, kind of thing?” She asks, and Kravitz makes and so- so gesture with his hand.

“Well, part dating, part… you’ve heard of the karma sutra, right?”

Now it’s Lup’s turn to go red. “Well, that does explain the diagrams at the end,” she offers, and Barry aims for a professional nod. 

Kravitz flips quickly to the end of the book, where he’s treated to graphic illustrations of a couple intertwined, with various notes of how to contort oneself. 

“I - wait, were you two really planning to -”

“For science!” Lup interrupts, steadily growing redder. 

“Well, I don’t have other plans tonight,” Barry says, “and the lasagna does smell incredible.” 

“It’d be a shame to let it go to waste. You know, scientifically speaking.” 

“For science,” Barry nods, face the picture of utmost professionalism. 

Kravitz doesn’t have the heart to tell them that that’s not what “for science” actually means, but he gets the feeling they already know. Lup is pouring Barry wine while he makes a little pile of salad on her plate, so Kravitz just sighs, grabs his book, and heads for the door. 

Taako isn’t gonna believe they didn’t get the hint this time.

#this was technically written by me and marty for blupjeans week but. it feels like it's maybe too late to tag that now #the adventure zone #blupjeans #writing

[barry-j-blupjeans]

Day Three - Myth

There’s something incredibly disconcerting about being able to see your own breath when you breathe out. For someone like Lup, it was always a reminder of where she came from. Cold, windy nights on the street with Taako, hidden in the back alleys of a city that never really went dark, unless you knew where to look. The chill was part of the reason they had moved away. Starting a fresh life somewhere warm had always been the goal.

It didn’t get cold out here. Even in the winter, the lowest it would drop would be the mid-forties. Lup hadn’t seen natural ice in years.

But here she was.

To be completely honest, being a YouTuber wasn’t the hot shit that it was made out to be. To be even more honest, Lup and Taako often put their lives in major jeopardy with the cryptid hunting videos. They had never actually gotten any solid evidence that the cryptids they were looking for existed, but that’s what video editing was for. Instead, the danger came from being out in places like the woods she was in now. Far enough away from town to lose even the shittiest of wifi, deep enough into nature that no one would know where to find her.

They took a lot of measures to make sure they never got separated. And now Lup was out in the woods by herself, with her way too expensive camera and a sweater not heavy enough for the chill that had settled over the area.

And the camera wasn’t even working. It had been static all night, but now it had dissolved into straight nothingness. There was nothing Lup could do to get the view back in focus, or back at all. Maybe if she hadn’t been so focused on it, she would have felt colder. Maybe she would have watched her step more carefully.

Maybe-

There was a flash of red from her left. Lup staggered slightly, then stopped walking. She aimed the camera towards it, just in case. If she was about to get murdered or some shit, then at least they’d have video evidence.

And she’d not be going down without a fight, thanks to the obsessive amount of pocket knives Magnus had given her. They had gotten her out of more than one shitty situation before and she could do it again.

The temperature seemed to drop lower. Just being able to see her breathe was something, but now the cold was starting to seep into her lips and fingers.

Logically, she should stay put. She hadn’t strayed far from where she lost track of Taako. Or Taako lost track of her, or whatever. But there was a dread creeping up her throat that had started with the static and increased with the chill. If it came down to fight or flight, she couldn’t exactly choose the latter and leave Taako behind.

And it was only when the screen of her camera cracked into shards that Lup realized. Oh.

Fuck.

Despite doing this for several years, they never really encountered a cryptid before. Like, duh. It’s not like they exist. If the Mothman was real, someone deffo would have gotten that guy on camera. If Bigfoot was out there somewhere, he’d probably be trying to buy some fuckin’ Air Jordans or something. If the Red Robe existed, then he would have been recorded already. The flimsy excuse of him “breaking cameras” was supposed to have been a convenient sidestep.

But here she was. Cameraless, freezing, and stuck staring at the red, hooded figure emerging from the trees.

He was fucking terrifying. Where there should have been a face beneath his hood, there was a curling ball of static that dripped down his chest. What could have been hands looked more like inky black claws, curved and pointed, much like the dozens of pocket knives Lup had on her. Past his knees, the robe began to fade away, leaving a wisp behind him, tangled up in static and empty air.

It was horrifying. But when he spoke—

When he spoke, Lup figured that the most awful part of it all was the ache in her chest.

“Lup,” he said, in what might have been some sort of twisted joy or disbelief. “Lup, you came back.”

Fight or flight, baby. And Lup was all out of flight.

She pulled the pocket knife out of her sleeve.

#blupjeansweek2023 #blupjeans #barry bluejeans #lup #taz #taz balance #mine #ise cube writing #this was the first one i wrote for this week :O #u figure out the rest of the universe bc idk #i just work here

[holdmecloser-gandydancer]

@blupjeansweek May 30th: Bones

Note: please be aware this particular piece deals with character death and extended observations on human decomposition

Humidity hangs heavy in the air as the river lazily moseys by. The sky’s marred by a bloated cloud full of discontent. All life in the area seems to have better things to do than bask in the dark, sunless afternoon. Certainly, the lich floating by doesn’t help with their unease.

He’s been growing fonder and fonder of the slow life, living on the edges of civilization. Fewer people interrogating him on what kind of discord he plans to sow. (None. He’s just a lich. Leave him alone). However, he grows weary of seeing only the few hundred feet of the cave he’s taken to calling home. There’s only so long he can study his tomes; his whole life was devoted to the pursuit of knowledge, to becoming an accomplished wizard. The preeminent necromantic scholar. A lich.

What all the writings fail to mention is what you’re meant to do after. He was so consumed by seeing if he could do it that he failed to have a plan for when he did. He supposes he never really expected to succeed. He supposes now he ought to keep testing and honing his power.

He prefers taking walks in the sun-dappled woods.

On days like this, he can almost feel the wind on his skin.

What he can definitely feel is this odd pull downriver. It’s been creeping on him like kudzu all morning; gently at first, but now all encompassing. It’s hard to describe, this pull. The best he can liken it to is how the first tome that held information about becoming a lich felt in his hand. Like whatever it is he discovers at this source will fundamentally change his life.

Preposterous.

But can it really hurt to follow this pull? Not like his calendar is overflowing with appointments.

So he does. For some hours, it feels as though he’s just wandering aimlessly through the woods; maybe that’s what he’s doing, chasing some phantom sensation. But he has to believe that it’s something more than that. He’s got an awful lot staked on the strength of his belief now, might as well test it.

-

He becomes less sure of himself the closer he gets. If he were corporeal, he’s certain his feet wouldn’t let him go any further. There’s some kind of tangible pressure on his chest, as though some unseen force is trying to keep him at bay. The unseen force beckoning him forward is stronger.

And so he continues his pursuit of the unknown.

But as he comes upon a pond that the river feeds into, he’s convinced he was better off ignorant.

Back by the treeline, he sees something at the far end of the pond, floating on the glassy surface. His stomach twists; it looks like a dead swan. Beautiful creatures. He’s not sure that he’s ever seen one this close.

He’s at the edge of the pond when he realizes his mistake. Floating serenely on the pond’s surface is a pallid corpse.

If he doesn’t look too closely, it isn’t a corpse. Could just be a sunbather. But no. No.

He has half a mind to turn back immediately. But that damned force that has been dragging him here all day won’t let him leave that easy.

He can’t leave her there to the elements. Gods only know what kind of creatures lay below the surface, ready to make a meal out of her. He supposes that’s the circle of life, but he can’t be party to that. His mother raised him better than that.

It’s with a great deal of effort that he gets her to shore. Clever spellwork only slightly improves the ordeal; he’s trying to be delicate, as well. No, she can’t feel a bump or scrape now, but shouldn’t we all be given some softness in death?

Maybe becoming a lich has also turned him into a loon. But she’s out of the pond, laying waterlogged on the bank. After a moment’s hesitation, he gathers a handful of orange and blue and pink flowers growing in small clumps near the water and places them around her.

This whole thing feels perverse. He doesn’t know her. He knows nothing about her. But it feels important, not letting her go unacknowledged in death.

So he sits near the bank beside this unknown corpse. He makes several false starts at a speech, but decides that he ought not to.

He sits beside this unknown corpse for so long that time goes a little soupy. He’s not sure where this kind of unflinching duty to sit sentinel at her side has come from, but he’s hardly the type to question.

It’s after a few days that her hair appears to fall out in clumps.

And a few days more when she’s a myriad of colors not unlike the flowers Barry set beside her.

And more days and more days and more days until Barry is no longer sitting next to a pallid corpse or an exquisite garden or decay, but a collection of pale bones.

He’s staring again, he’s certain. The smattering of bones look like inkblots to him. A ladder here, still a damned swan there, a fiddle here still.

Because it’s remarkable how easy it is to go from breastbone to fiddle. Perhaps you’ve never considered.

Barry had certainly never considered that.

There’s a first time for everything, though.

-

There’s something to be said about wanting to remain a student forever. We all like to believe ourselves to be great students of the world, never tiring of learning.

That’s all well and good when learning botany or woodworking or poetry.

Less good when you're a student of death magic.

He likes to think he was normal once, though when you devote all your time to ghastly rituals with ghoulish components, you likely relinquish your right to normalcy.

However normal he was once doesn’t matter, now that he’s staring peculiar in the eye. Rather, the neck. And the body. And other fiddle pieces.

He’s crafted a fiddle from the hair and breastbone and other bones of that poor woman. Which sounds exquisitely bad just saying it outright. But it’s part of the bylaws of lichdom, collecting and creating macabre memorabilia.

He’s certain that this takes the cake and not just for the sheer fact of what it is.

This fiddle he has crafted is cursed.

That’s impolite. Cursed probably isn’t the correct adjective. Barry knows he’s no great violinist, however he doesn’t believe that a lack of skill is the source of his unease regarding the instrument he has created.

This fiddle he has crafted only plays a single song.

He’s tried little lullabies his mother used to sing to him, catchy earworms he’s heard bards perform in taverns, depressing funeral dirges. Nothing sticks. Everything is this dreadful song that sounds like the howling wind and pouring rain.

This fiddle he has crafted sings a mournful song of how she died.

The song is slow and haunting, it tells tale of a man she and her brother traveled with and trusted for over a year. Their trust was misplaced. They all worked odd jobs together. Evidently his plan was to poison them both and escape with all their money and belongings, but his plan didn’t quite work the way he planned.

This fiddle he has crafted was overcome with grief at the loss of her brother.

She did all she could to make him well. To bring him back. And it was all in vain. The traveling companion long gone, she simply wailed and wailed until her heart gave out. Her wail still rides the wind. Her tears fell like rain.

This fiddle he has crafted succumbed to a broken heart.

This fiddle he has crafted has unfinished business.

This fiddle he has crafted will only sing a single song.

-

It takes time to acquire all the necessary components.

Each night, before his facsimile of sleep, Barry plays the fiddle. And each night the fiddle repeats its mournful refrain of the dreadful wind and rain.

And one night, when each and every ritual requirement is met, his fiddle is no more.

On that night, he meets an elf named Lup.

He listens to her story, a reprise of a now familiar tune.

On this night, he makes a promise to her. A promise to help restore her brother.

And it is a promise he intends to keep.

#blupjeans #blupjeans week 2023 #blupjeans week #reese writes #barry bluejeans #lup #taz #taz balance #i really like this one i think :3

[thesevenofbirds]

Oh shit I just did bluejeans fanart but I forgot it was blupjeans week, how could I!!! Time to draw more of this wonderful wonderful ig 👁👁

#taz #blupjeans week