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chungledown-bimothy · 1 year

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I haven’t actually been watching D20, I don’t have the attention span for it. Can you recap this season up to the latest episode for me?

oof. um. this isn't gonna be a great recap, but here we go. (this is all from memory god help me i'm sure i'm forgetting things and having to leave out really funny and great bits for length)

sleeping beauty, the frog prince, mother goose, little red riding hood, pinocchio, and puss in boots all met on a caravan to shoeberg. (Destiny's Children is the group name)

shit's Bad and most of them are looking for people they care about and/or answers as to why things are So Bad And So Wrong. but puss in boots and pinocchio are best friends and conning rich people. simply vibing, we love it for them.

mother goose has a magic book (that he got from making wishes with The Gander who is a Force Of Evil trying to resurrect his dead son and he's got one more wish but it'd kill him to make it) that seems to be the key to this whole thing and it can suck people into it and record their stories, and he gets sick new spells when that happens

things go to shit on the caravan, they all end up together and needing to go find a shard of glass that's in cinderella's fairy godmother's chest.

first combat happens, total party kill. they all fucking die. but the frog prince gets the shard, so it's not all bad. they learn that it's a multiverse situation and they all get thrown into a new timeline where things are Worse but they remember each other and what needs to be done. they get red beads and brennan gives NO explanation

well, pinocchio doesn't restart like the others. his stepmom (the stepmom, she's all the stepmoms) is his fuckin warlock patron and instead of him dying and being in a second story he replaces that universe's pinocchio.

they all meet up again and compare notes, turns out a bunch of princesses (including cinderella, snow white, rapunzel, and the beast) are aware of the multiverse thing and how it sucks that they're stuck in stories where they have no agency. plus things are getting So Much Worse. it's unclear what their plan is, but they want to fix how bad everything is (they need seven princesses, including sleeping beauty), whereas the fairies (there are 8 of them) are more or less fine with how things are and want them to stay that way.

they learn that the stepmother is a horrific eldritch being who eats mothers. pinocchio cuts his strings, she's not his patron anymore. (uh-oh, she might hurt his dad about that)

mother goose gets a text on his book from scheherezade, turns out there are other people with books in different universes and they can communicate through it. scheherezade and her companions are stuck and somehow destiny's children fighting a huge fucking spider would help her out? idk i'm arachnophobic i had to skip all that

they go through the book (?) and end up in The Lines Between, which is sick as fuck and sort of... the central hub for the multiverse? it's super fucking cool. they meet scheherezade and aesop (who also has a book).

ally nails a nat 20 and learns that there's Special Ink used by The Authors (shhh don't say that out loud it'll bring Trouble) to write all of everyone's stories.

there are cutbacks and something Really Bad is going on with it all.

they leave scheherezade and aesop and go to explore more, oops the stepmother is here and pissed that they're trying to put things back to normal (she... eats stories? definitely eats mothers)

puss in boots nails a sick nat 20 and pinocchio's patron is now his own story and the concept of destiny itself.

the stepmother yeets them the fuck out of the lines between, they do some sick backstory stuff, learn that the baba yaga's HUGELY powerful and is why the stepmother is as powerful as she is.

they land in a heavily industrialized city. they go find the person in charge, the baron of bricks, and they lean he's got the big bad wolf, who is Death incarnate, chained up because military industrial complex, i guess?

they free the wolf, who says he can get them to the baba yaga, but they decide that first they want to go find snow white. snow white seems chill, says they need more princesses to save the multiverse. so she yeets them the fuck to toy island where they meet the little mermaid

but oops sleeping beauty accidentally triggered a spell that was looking for the little mermaid (princess detector) and fight what was initially him but ended up really being against the terrible dogfish from pinocchio's story. but they beat it, get the little mermaid's voice back, and make their way back to snow white.

they all get there, and the princesses, including the frog prince's estranged wife, reveal that they actually want to fully destroy the entire multiverse. blow it all up to shit using the ink and mother goose's book.

they tried to fuck up their apocalyptic plans by putting cinderella in the book, but it fails. so they have to fucking haul ass out of there, just a little bit of combat almost killed sleeping beauty and the frog prince.

they get out of there, leaving the little mermaid behind, but only then do they realize rapuzel and her freaky ass hair stole mother goose's book. so they're kinda fucked. but they keep running and end up in the land of giants but hey they're the giants

after a really cool combat, they find and free The Golden Goose, the gander's counterpart, and after they also get back mother goose's husband and some of puss in boots' old friends, the goose, because she and mother goose are one and the same in many versions of their stories, makes the third wish and dies in order to get mother goose his book back.

they learn that the princesses have gotten to scheherezade and have her with them and she's also technically a princess, so they now have enough princesses to end everything.

so destiny's children track down the baba yaga to try to get her help. miraculously, pinocchio nat 20s the persuasion check. they all have to give things up to get her help, and it's heart breaking and beautiful and watch The Trials of Baba Yaga.

baba yaga gets them to the lines between, murph rolls TERRIBLY and gives the princesses a head start for the apocalypse. taking us to the most recent episode.

combat with cinderella, snow white, rapunzel, elody (frog prince's estranged wife), the little mermaid, the beast, and scheherezade begins. snow white is doing magic with the ink and it's all about to go to shit.

they talk the little mermaid and elody into being on their side, dispel the magic that was making scheherezade cooperate, and kill the beast, rapunzel, and snow white. leaving just cinderella.

the baba yaga so far has helped destiny's children, but said she's the only one who's gonna survive all this, so. that's ominous.

the episode ends with the fairies showing up in the room. round two is going to begin in the finale next week.

and that's what you missed on glee!

#neverafter #neverafter spoilers #dimension 20

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elizabethemerald · 3 years

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Cinderella Runs Away

Cinderella sobbed against the stone bench. Her once beautiful dress was torn to ribbons. Her step mother and sisters had departed for the ball and she was left alone with the house that had once been her father's.

As she sat and cried a shiver ran up her spine and she could feel a hand rubbing softly at her back.

"There, there my dear." A kindly voice said.

Cinderella sat back in shock.

"What-? Who-? Who are you?"

"Well I'm your fairy God mother!" The woman said with a cheery smile.

"My- I have a fairy Godmother?"

"Of course my dear. Everyone has fairy godmothers. I'm so sorry your dress was destroyed, but don't worry, with just a bit of magic I can give you the most perfect night at the Ball!"

Cinderella stood up and stepped away from where the older woman was sitting.

"You have magic, and you're my fairy godmother, so you can use your magic to help me?"

"I certainly can. Now let's get this dress fixed up so you can enjoy the Ball and maybe meet your prince!"

"I can't believe this!" Cinderella put her hand to her forehead.

"Its true! Now where did I put my wand?"

"I can't believe this!" Cinderella said again. "No. I can't believe you!"

Her fairy godmother froze as she was looking for her wand. She could only stare at Cinderella's rising horror and anger.

"You could have helped me at any point! You could have stopped them from hurting me. You could have stopped my father from marrying my step mother."

She turned away, marching closer to the fountain, shaking lightly in rage. A rat climbed out of her ruined blouse to nuzzle at her cheek. She idly scratched the rat’s chin before turning back to face her godmother.

"I've been treated as a slave in my own home. I've been beaten and starved. And the first I hear of you is when I don't get to take a night off to go to some silly dance? The first thing you offer to fix is some pointless dress?"

Tears were rolling in waves down her face. Another rat climbed up the back of her tattered dress to sit on her other shoulder.

"I'm sorry my dear, there are limits-"

"I don't want to hear about your limits!" Cinderella shouted. "If you can't help me, I don't want to see you."

Her fairy godmother watched her, sadness in her eyes. She gave a small sigh.

"Name your wish child, and if it is within my power to grant it, I will."

"I just...wish I could disappear." Cinderella whispered, wiping tears from her cheeks. The fairy sat back startled.

"You should be careful making wishes like that. There are some fey who would take you at your word."

"I want to leave. To run away as far as I can until I never have to be afraid of my step mother again."

"You would leave your home? Your father's lands?"

"What do I care for lands? This hasn't been my home for years."

"Very well my dear."

The fairy drew her wand from the empty air. She flicked it through the air leaving a trail of sparks and glitter.

"Bibbity bobbity boo."

With those magic words Cinderella's tattered dress changed and shifted into an elegant riding dress for a fine lady. Fine riding boots with glass beading formed with the dress.

"May I borrow one of your little friends?" The fairy asked, putting out her hand out for one of the rats of Cinderella's shoulders. "They will be perfectly safe, and once the spell is over they will return to their previous form."

Cinderella grimaced but took one of the rats from her shoulder and handed it to the fairy.

"Its ok Jasper." She said to the rat.

With another spell Jasper's body changed and grew until a horse with a woman's saddle stood before her. With a final flick of her wand the fairy pulled a small pouch out of the air. When she passed it to Cinderella it clincked.

"You have until the stroke of midnight to ride as far as you can. On the twelfth chime everything will return to how it was except for this pouch of silver.” Cinderella took the bridle from the fairy and turned away. “Best of luck child.”

Like a popping bubble Cinderella’s fairy godmother disappeared in a shower of glitter. Cinderella cast one last glance at the house that had once been her home. Then turned away.

“Alright Jasper, let’s see what you can do as a horse.” She looked at the saddle for a moment before rolling her eyes. “Side saddle.”

It took her longer to get situated on the horse than she would have preferred, it had been a long time since she had ridden side saddle. However soon enough she was able to encourage Jasper into a trot. She set off without another backward glance. There was nothing left her for in that house.

She and Jasper rode on through the night. In the distance she could see the lights of the castle. She had wanted and dreamed of going to the ball for months. But she had wanted to escape her step mother for years. The Ball would have been a nice reprieve from her constant work load, and the constant nagging of her step siblings. Now she had a permanent reprieve.

Soon she was outside the city. She rested Jasper when she could, but she needed to get farther if she wanted any real chance of this escape working. She kept pushing him through the rolling hills of the country side passing another small town.

She was just outside that small town when she heard the first chime of a clock tower. She dismounted immediately and walked alongside the horse as the last of the chimes sounded. She released the bridle as it shimmered in her hand.

Jasper shrank back to regular rat size and the rest of the finery disappeared into sparks and glitter. She picked up the rat and slipped him into her pocket.

“Go ahead and rest Jasper. You’ve earned it.”

She looked over herself closely. The finery the fairy had created had all returned to its previous tattered state. She was surprised to find that neither the pouch of silver or the glass beaded boots had disappeared. She didn’t quite trust the fairy not to take these away too, but either way, she still had farther she needed to go.

Her step mother and sisters wouldn’t be home from the ball until late and probably wouldn’t rise until well into the day. With any luck her step mother wouldn’t find out she was missing until midday. And she wouldn’t even know which way to look. Cinderella smiled to herself and walked on with purpose.

She nudged her other pocket, the one not containing the sleeping Jasper. Another rat stuck its head out of the pocket. She scooped it up and put it on her shoulder.

“Come on Ratsputin I need you to help me keep an eye out. I don’t want to be surprised by highwaymen. That would make for quick end to my escape.”

Ratsputin climbed nimbly up her hair to perch on the top of her head. She could tell by small shifts in his movements that he was looking around and sniffing the air, keeping a close ear on their surroundings.

Dawn found her trudging into another small town. She knew she was now miles and miles away from her home. She had some time, and since she didn’t trust the fey silver she had some purchases to make. The first thing she searched for was an inn, she was desperately tired and knew she would need a good night’s sleep eventually if she was going to keep traveling.

She entered under the sign of a goose in a top hat. The inside of the inn was small, a little crummy, but warm. She stepped up to the innkeep, trying to keep the exhaustion out of her face.

“Have you any rooms available?” She asked.

“I may.” The innkeep gave her a stern look from the rat sitting on her head to her tattered and worn dress. “However I don’t give charity.”

“I have coin.” Cinderella looked down at herself. “I may have fallen on a bit of hard luck recently.”

The man raised an eyebrow as if he was considering her story.

“Two silver a night.”

A few quick calculations in her head, put this price as a bit high for the quality of inn this was, but she did have the coin and if the silver disappeared from her purse tomorrow it wouldn’t do her any good. She handed over the silvers. She scowled as the inn keep inspected each silver to make sure they were real.

“Very well. Name?”

“Pardon?”

“Name. For the room?”

“Uhh.” Her mind blanked for a moment. She couldn’t use Cinderella here. If her stepmother came looking for her that would leave a clear trail for her to follow. “Ember. My name is Ember.”

Again the man looked like he didn’t believe her. He held out the key for her room, but kept a tight grip on it for a moment.

“You on the run from the law?”

She stepped back in surprise, shock on her face.

“N-no! It’s my stepmothe-” She clapped her mouth shut as he put up a hand, doing her best not to flinch.

“More than I need to know. As long as you are not on the run from the law.” He handed over the key. Then pointed at the rat that was still perched on her head watching the interaction closely. “Keep an eye on that thing. If I catch it in the kitchen its going in the soup.”

“Yessir.” Cinderella took the key and turned for the stairs. She paused before she took the first step. “I need to make some purchases before I leave town. Might I ask directions to some local sellers?”

That evening found her in her room in the Inn. Her back ached, and she was so tired she couldn’t see straight anymore. Still she smiled. She had replaced her tattered clothes with sensible travel clothes. Including trousers. Nothing like what the fairy had created for her, at least this way she wasn’t asking to be robbed as soon as she left town. With her trousers, over coat and her hair tucked into the wide flat hat she bought, she would look like a man until someone saw her face up close.

In addition she had purchased a real horse and riding tack, some hardy travel food, and a dagger to defend herself. Now she had only a few coppers left to her name, but now she didn’t have to worry about the fey silver disappearing. She had also purchased a pair of simple walking shoes, for whatever reason her glass boots hadn’t disappeared with the rest of her grand outfit, but she wanted to be prepared for when they do.

She slept better that night in the uncomfortable bed than she had in years in either her tower or in front of the kitchen hearth. She was free of her step mother, free of her step sisters, free of their cruelty. Free to be herself, free to make herself a new person. Ember. She liked that name. Maybe she could keep it.

#cinderella #writing emerald #queer myths #fairy tale

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under-the-lake · 3 years

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Samhain Part 2 - Celtic Mythology: What Happened Then?

A lot of stories are connected with Samhain. Many legends tell about events that happened at or around that time. Since Samhain was a time to settle debts, conflicts and all that sort of things, it sounds quite natural that some of the key events of the Celtic world took place at that time. Often they are stories about gods or mythical folks. Here are two stories, probably the most well known, and a good first insight into Celtic myths. Beware if you are not familiar with the characters, you might end up like I did at the beginning of my research, learning a completely new language.

And be warned, those two stories are compilations of many sources, so the stories you might be familiar with may differ slightly.

Illustration: Balor’s grave - http://www.carrowkeel.com/sites/moytura/moytura2.html

Dramatis Personae

It is never clear, wherever you look, what the genealogy of those people are, unless clearly stated in tales. Therefore I will not try and suggest anything out of those lines.

Warning: I haven't put any illustrations here, because these are stories and you should make your own pictures.

Aillén Mag Midgna - called ‘the burner’, harassed Tara every Samhain until Fionn Mac Cumhaill killed him.

Balor of the Evil Eye - Fomorian king of the Hebrides, his eyelid must be lifted by four men to open, and when so, Balor’s gaze is deadly and can reduce an army to impotence. Granddad of Lug Lámfhota and killed by him in the second Battle of Mag Tuired.

Bres - son of Elatha of the Fomorie and Ériu of the Túatha Dé. Hateful king of the Túatha Dé, replaced Nuadu after the latter had his hand cut. His ungenerous and unkingly rule resulted in his being deposed as king, and his brooding over battle to regain his kingdom, which in turn resulted in the second Battle of Mag Tuired.

Elatha mac Delbaíth - Fomorian king, father of Bres.

Ériu - goddess of Ireland (Éire), mother of Bres. Ériu is one of the Túatha Dé.

Fionn Mac Cumhaill - main hero of the Fenian Cycle, liberator of Tara against Aillén Mac Midgna, one of the aos sídhe.

Lug Lámfhota - son of Eithne daughter of Balor of the Evil Eye, the Fomorian king of the Hebrides, and of Cian son of Dian Cécht, the Túatha Dé god of healing. Lug is therefore the grandson of Balor, and this is important. Lug is also called Lug Samildánach, meaning ‘master of all the arts’, because he indeed masters them all, as will come in handy when he wants to enter Tara.

Nuadu (Nuadu Airgetlám) - king of the Túatha Dé, who loses his hand during the first battle of Mag Tuired and is replaced by Bres, son of Elatha of the Fomoire.

Ogma - orator and warrior. One of the three main champions of the Túatha Dé. The Dagda’s brother.

The aos sídhe - barrow dwellers, people of the sídh, i.e. fairies. Sídh are funeral barrows that open at Samhain and let people walk from one world to the other.

The Dagda - the ‘good god’, leader of the Tátha Dé Danann. Ogma’s brother.

The Fir Bolg - aka the Men (fir) of Builgh, are the fourth of a series of six invaders of early Ireland according to Lebor Gabála Érenn. They were replaced by the Túatha Dé.

The Fomorie - Malevolent deities of early Ireland, constantly raiding and tricking against the inhabitants of Ireland, according to Lebor Gabála Érenn.

The Morrigan - the Irish goddess of war fury.

The Túatha Dé Danann - people of immortals, who precede the mortals in the pseudo-history of Ireland, Lebor Gabála Érenn. Their main foe are the Fomorie.

The Second (and final) Battle of Mag Tuired

The Second Battle of Mag Tuired (various spellings according to language) is said to have happened during Samhain. It is the final battle between the ‘Good god’ the Dagda, Lug, and their spiritual folk the Túatha Dé Danann, and the Fomoire. It is actually one of two texts that recount how the Túatha Dé Danann settled in Ireland and how they were taught agricultural basics by the Fomoire. It is a story of intercourse between men and women of both cultures, producing heroes who choose loyalties and fight each other. A story of oppression and freedom, of magic and war.

The Túatha Dé Danann had come to Ireland from the north, challenged the local people called the Fir Bolg (men of Builg), into either giving them Ireland or fighting. The Fir Bolg, who had been there only 37 years, chose to fight, and the Túatha Dé king Nuadu had his hand cut. The Túatha Dé were still winning, and a truce was called, but the Fir Bolg still chose to fight, and after a while they conceded victory, were allowed to keep a part of Ireland for themselves, and the Túatha Dé Danann settled in. That was the first battle of Mag Tuired.

The Túatha Dé Danann leader Nuadu couldn’t be their king anymore because of a rule set by the goddess Brigid, that no one can be king if their limbs are not complete. So another man, Bres, was chosen as king. Bres was the offspring of a union between a Túatha Dé Danann woman called Ériu and a Fomorian king called Elatha. The Fomorian are the malevolent people, the ones who raid and never settle. Bres, considering himself more loyal to the Fomorie, oppressed his fellow Túatha Dé Danann folk. He set the Dagda to build him a fort and Ogma to fetch wood! Probably even worse, king Bres was not generous. Eventually, the Túatha Dé rebelled, deposed Bres as king, and restored the no-longer crippled Nuadu. The latter had had a new hand made of silver for him by Dian Cecht, the god of physicians (not the only silver hand we know of, is it? Rings a Wormtail bell, Potterheads?).

Bres went away but started plotting for his restoration. He tried to get his fellow Fomorians to help, but most of them, including his parents, agreed he acted foolishly and selfishly. However, Balor of the Evil Eye, king of the Hebrides, agreed to support him. Balor had been told he would be slain by a grandson, but apparently he didn’t think much of this, because he was a danger himself: Balor couldn’t open his eye unless four men lifted his eyelid, but once it was open, any army looking at the eye would be rendered powerless. His look was lethal. Surely such an ally would grant Bres an easy victory, should he consider battle against the Túatha Dé Danann?

Meanwhile, Nuadu was reigning happily at Tara over a now content people, and though the thought of a Fomorian raid nagged him from time to time, he didn't really bother. One day, a foreigner arrived at the gates of Tara with his suite of warriors. He was handsome and looked noble. The tradition was not to let anyone join the household who could not bring a new talent to Tara. The ritual was carried on with the newcomer, who introduced himself to the gatekeepers Camel and Gamel as Lug Lonnansclech, son of Cían son of Dían Cécht, and of Ethne daughter of Balor (see picture, credit British Museum, London). Lug listed his talents, which were smith, champion, harpist, warrior, poet and historian, sorcerer, physician, cupbearer and brazier. Each one was individually countered by the answer ‘We do not need one. We have a [insert talent] already, Luchta mac Lúachada.’ In the end, Lug asks the gatekeeper to ask the king if he has one man who possesses all these arts. The doorkeeper goes to king Nuadu and announces a warrior named Samildánach, meaning ‘master of all arts’, who has come to help Nuadu’s people. Lug then proves his talents by beating all competitors set to confront him. Nuadu recognises Lug’s claim and welcomes him to Tara, eventually stepping down from the throne in Lug’s favour. Lug rules for thirteen years, in peace. However, news from the Fomorie start to trigger people into action, and Lug retires to a secret place with four other leaders to discuss and plan battle. They stay there for three years (or one, depending on sources). The druids and sorcerers of Ireland, the warriors and mountains and all craftsmen of Tara were asked what they would do to ensure the Túatha Dé a victory over the Fomorie.

A week before Samhain, the Dagda went to his house in the north, because he had arranged to meet with a woman there. They united, and she told him she’d kill the king of the Fomorie with the help of the Túatha Dé. And so was done. And the woman was the Morrigan.

Then Lug sent the Dagda over to the Fomorian camp to spy, ask for a truce, and delay the enemy until the Túatha Dé are ready. However, when the Dagda arrives there, the Fomorians humiliate him by making him eat so much porridge and meat he cannot walk. All is not lost though, because on his way back, the Dagda meets Domnu, the Fomorian goddess, who promises to help the Túatha Dé against her own folks.

The Túatha Dé were ready for battle at Samhain. As the battle begins, slaughter follows and soon Mag Tuired is a pool of blood. The Túatha Dé are favoured by all the skills the Tara people possess: warriors are healed by Dian Cécht, Lug comes to battle as a sorcerer to aid his armies. Balor of the Evil Eye, the Fomorian, is ready to strike. He kills Nuadu. However, Lug is ready for the encounter, but he knows he cannot come face to face with his grandad, because of the eye. So he comes up with a plan to strike from afar. He throws a slingstone at Balor’s eye, and the stone goes through it, crashes through the back of Balor’s skull, killing twenty-seven Fomorians on the way. This was the end of the Fomorian resistance. They were all driven away, never to return to Ireland. Bres - remember him? The ungenerous king who wanted revenge and went to Balor for that? - well, Bres, who had sworn to decapitate Lug, cannot honour his promise because he is captured. After some negotiations in which Bres promises impossible things first and is rebuked, Bres is allowed to live so that he can advise farmers about ploughing, sowing and reaping.

And that was a short version of the story of the second battle of Mag Tuired, which happened at Samhain, between the Túatha Dé Danann and their Fomorian enemy, and from which the most important gain was learnings to make agriculture and farming better.

The history of Fionn Mac Cumhaill and Aillén Mac Midgna

The aos sídhe, who lived in the barrows called sídh (pronounce ‘shee’), have been believed to be fairies, or Túatha Dé Dannan who had been driven underground, and sometimes even as the pre-Celtic inhabitants of Ireland. They were known to be able to walk freely between their barrows and the world of the living during the period of Samhain. Some say one could actually see the fires lit within the sídh during that time. During the rest of the time, farmers avoided cattle grazing on the sídh and didn’t walk paths leading to and from them.

Fionn mac Cumhaill, apart from being credited for creating the Isle of Man (where he’s known as Finn McCooil) by tearing a huge bit of earth from the province of Ulster and tossing it into the Irish Sea, and being part of a huge lot of tales in Irish folklore (the Fenian Cycle), has a part to play in a tale involving one of the aos sí at Samhain. It is an important tale because it is an important deed Fionn did that night.

It is said that Tara was destroyed yearly during twenty-three years (some sources say nine) at Samhain by one of the Túatha Dé Danann, a fairy musician who lived in Sídh Finnachad, up north. He was called Aillén Mac Midgna, but also went by the nickname ‘the burner’. And for a good reason. Each Samhain, Aillén Mac Midgna came to Tara and played his timpán. It’s a kind of small drum, according to certain sources (MacKillop, 2006) or a precursor of the Celtic harp according to most online sources. Whatever the real form of the instrument, Aillén would come and play sweet music. However, his real intentions were mean. His music rendered listeners sleepy. Once the residents of Tara were asleep, Aillén would puke flaming rocks onto the palace, which would burn to the ground. He would burn it for twenty-three years, and for twenty three years the people of Tara would rebuild it. Fionn suggested he helps Tara get rid of Aillén, in exchange of which service he would be reinstated head of a restored Clan Baíscne (that is yet another story, the one of the fall of Clan Baíscne, but not one for today - any good book on Irish myths will give it to you though). All the nobles, poets and druids of Tara agree with the arrangement. So now, how does Fionn make himself immune to the power of Aillén’s music? Well he owns a spear, which point is so venomous it forbids sleep. Fionn breathes the poison of his own sword, thus making himself immune to the Sleeping Power of music. He is ready. When Aillén, having put the rest of the Tara people to sleep, blurts out his flame, Fionn deflects it with his own cloak, which drives the fire downwards onto the earth, where it creates a huge crater. Like all tyrants, Aillén is a weak thing. He flees north, towards his sídh, once he sees his powers not only challenged but thwarted. Aillén is not fast enough, though. Fionn is at his heels, and soon catches up and impales Aillén on his spear. Fionn chops Aillén’s head off, brings it back to Tara, and displays it on a spike as proof of his victory. The people of Tara keep their promise to Fionn.

And these are two important stories connected with Irish mythology and Samhain. Hope you enjoyed! I did doing the research and learning a lot!

Sources

Online Sources:

http://www.carrowkeel.com/index.html

Text of the Second Battle of Mag Tuired: https://celt.ucc.ie//published/T300010/index.html

Bookses and Papers

Farrar, J., Farrar, S., & Bone, G. (2001). The Complete Dictionary of European Gods and Goddesses. Capall Bann Publishing, Berks, UK.

Harari, Y. N. (2014). Sapiens: A brief history of humankind. Random House.

MacKillop, J. (2006). Myths and Legends of the Celts. Penguin UK.

Meuleau, M. (2004). Les Celtes en Europe. Ed. Ouest-France.

Rees, A., & Rees, B. (1991). Celtic Heritage: Ancient Tradition in Ireland and Wales. 1961. Reprint.

#Samhain #MagTuired #SecondBattleofMagTuired #Louhi #lug #TheDagda #TheTúathaDéDanann #Fomorie #Balor #Bres #Nuadu #Fionn #Aillén #Tara #Moytura

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stahlop · 4 years

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Making a Memory (9/?)

So sorry for the delay on this next chapter. I ran out of prewritten chapters, then I went on vacation, then my youngest turned 5, and just lots of things happening. I hope you enjoy this next chapter.

Thanks again to my wonderful betas @profdanglaisstuff and @thisonesatellite and thanks to @gingerchangeling for her amazing artwork.

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God she’d missed him. She missed the feeling of his lips on hers. The slide of his tongue pressing against her lips for entrance. His hand threading through her hair. The feel of his body pressed against hers. She missed the feel of his hook pressed into her lower back.

“Killian!” Emma pulled away from him, and took a good hard look at her husband. God dammit, her husband! His eyes were still half closed and his lips were still puckered as he tried to chase hers back.”Killian,” she said softly. Her hand came up to his cheek, felt the scruff that she hadn’t felt in so long, noticed the red had been replaced with gray. He smiled into her hand, the laugh lines around his eyes running much deeper than when they’d left town. She automatically started threading her fingers through his hair and noted the gray intertwined throughout.

“Swan.” He breathed out. “Emma.” His eyes opened completely (she’d missed those beautiful blue eyes) and he was staring at her, as if finally seeing her for the first time. She felt completely exposed before him. It had been 12 years. 12 years! All her old insecurities about them came crashing back into her, until …”My beautiful Swan.” He touched his forehead to hers and Emma practically sobbed at the feelings that overwhelmed her. They were here. Together. In Storybrooke. With their family.

Their girls!

“Killian!” Emma pushed him away from her. He looked taken aback until she pointed over to their booth where their children were sitting. Their children. He grinned at her, taking her hand and brushing a kiss to her knuckles. Damn if that still wasn’t a huge turn on.

“Come on.” She said as she pulled on the hand he’d just kissed to lead him back to their booth.

They resettled themselves down in their seats. Emma proceeded to voraciously consume her grilled cheese and onion rings as if she hadn’t eaten in days. It wasn’t until she stopped halfway through to take a sip of her water that she noticed Henry, Hope, and Alice looking at her as if she were an alien sitting in front of them.

“What?” She asked, rubbing her nose. “Do I have something on my face?”

“Mom?” Henry asked. He didn’t need to ask anymore than that. Emma knew the silent question he was asking.

“I don’t remember everything.” Emma said. “But I remember enough. I remember coming to Storybrooke. I remember magic. I remember Killian.” She smiled at him. “I vaguely remember the final battle. I definitely remember being pregnant with you two.” She pointed at the girls. Alice was grinning as wide as the Cheshire Cat from her namesakes story, while Hope just stared at her with a slightly confused look on her face. “I know we were cursed by a witch of some kind, but I’m hazy on the details of why.” She turned to look at Alice on the other side of the booth, her voice taking on a melancholy tone. “And I’m looking forward to getting to know you, my sweet Alice.” She reached out her hand to her daughter (her daughter!) and Alice placed her own hand in hers. “It kills me to know that I missed out on your life.” Emma smiled at her, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“Killian?” Henry asked the same question.

“It’s all still a bit muddled.” He said, scratching the back of his neck. “The more you or Emma remind me of memories, even with just a word or a phrase, I get flashes of the past. But I’m still trying to connect it all together. But I know now, that everything Henry has said is true. Without a shadow of a doubt.”

The booth was quiet after that, almost as if no one knew what to say after the revelation that they’d recovered many of their memories. It felt strange to Emma, sitting there and eating when no one in the town knew who they were. Granny was right there in the kitchen without an inkling that she had once knitted her and the twins baby blankets. That she used to flirt shamelessly with Killian. That she used to scold them for making out in the hallways after their dates and ‘other’ activities. After the waitress had collected their plates, Granny came over to their table.

“Mr. Swan,” she said, addressing Henry, for he was the only one she recognized. Will you and your family be needing accommodations?” Henry nodded.

“Yes. For at least a week. Three rooms.” Granny nodded and went off to get them keys.

“A week? Henry, we can’t stay here for a week.” Emma said, trying to take control of the situation. She had a job to get back to, they had to get the girls back to camp. She’s sure Killian had a job to get back to as well.

‘You’re mother’s right, lad. We have a lot to figure out, but we can’t stay here at the moment. There are too many logistics we need to work out.” Killian said. He took Emma’s hand in his. She sighed at the feel of his calloused hands holding hers. “Not that I don’t want to reacquaint myself with you, Swan.” He said, his voice lowering, his one eyebrow raised in that ridiculous way that drove her crazy.

“Ew!” Hope said as she closed her eyes tight and stuck out her tongue. “Some of us don’t want to hear that stuff.”

“I think it’s sweet.” Alice said, a wide grin on her face.

‘Look,” Henry began, before Emma could say anything else. “We need to go over a few things, so we have to at least stay tonight. You two can buy some clothes for yourselves and the girls for tomorrow and for sleeping tonight. Call the camp, let them know you found the girls and they won’t be returning, you can collect their things in a day or two. But, I think after you find out what I’ve discovered, you won’t want to get back to your false life right away.” Granny came by at that moment with three keys which Henry collected. Emma sighed and looked over at Killian who also seemed to be thinking over what Henry had just said. One night couldn’t hurt, could it?

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Killian still couldn’t believe they were back in Storybrooke and that he remembered his Swan. He couldn’t believe that when Emma came to his door that morning that his whole life would have been revealed to be a lie and that the love of his life was actually standing in front of him. But here they were. He wished he could remember everything, he knew there were pieces of his life from before that still weren’t coming to the surface, but for right now, he knew enough. He knew he was with his family.

Tears pricked at his eyes as he realized exactly what damage Gothel’s curse had done to them. He’d had Alice with him, yes, and he wouldn’t give those years up for the world, but she was supposed to have a mother, and a sister, and a brother. It shouldn’t have just been the two of them against the world. He should have regaled his girls with the tales of his and Emma’s romance. They should have known all their grandparents and a community that loved them from before they were even born. Instead they’d been separated and cursed to forget each other. And so had the town.

They had left the diner and were walking down the main drag to the few clothing stores that were there. It was only mid-afternoon, and plenty of people were milling around town. People that Killian recognized. People like Belle who had wandered out from the library with a sullen, dark haired, teenager trailing along behind her, which Killian realized after almost a minute had to be Gideon. Belle looked the same. Her brown hair still had no traces of gray in it, but it had been cut to her shoulders, her skirt was closer to her knees than mid-thigh, and she was wearing flats instead of the sky high heels she’d been known for. Gold met them halfway from his shop, still clad in the suits that he wore, and Killian almost did a double take. Even under the curse, he still hadn’t aged a day. Gold kissed both of Belle’s cheeks and they were engaging in conversation as Killian and his family walked by them toward the clothing shop on the other side of the street.

“They won’t recognize us.” Henry said, suddenly appearing at Killian’s side. “I’ve been here once a year since we were cursed. Visited the library, visited the pawn shop. Neither one of them has ever even given one shred of evidence that they knew who I was.” Killian thought that Henry was telling him this to be reassuring, even though he and Gold had buried the hatchet (figuratively) years ago, but he could hear the sadness in Henry’s voice that even after all these years, the fact that they didn’t recognize him still hurt.

“And how is it that you have managed to retain your memories, lad?” Killian asked, realizing that Henry was no longer a lad. Gods, he was, he calculated in his head, 28 now! Practically the same age Emma had been when they’d met. He’d missed so much of Henry’s life.

“I’m the Author.” Henry explained. Killian realized they’d all stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to hear his explanation. “I’m supposed to observe and write everything down. Apparently, that makes me immune to mind-altering curses. Remember how I maintained my memories during the Black Fairy’s curse?” Both Killian and Emma nodded.

“So you’ve known this entire time?” Emma asked. Henry nodded. She stepped over to him and hugged him tight. “My poor, Henry. That must have been so hard for you.” She squeezed him even tighter.

“Where are we headed, Henry?” Asked Killian as they stowed their shopping bags back in their cars after finding clothes in one of the shops and then headed back down the street. The path they were on seemed familiar. The girls still seemed in awe of their surroundings. He could see Alice’s glee every time they passed a shop, having explained to them that Henry’s sequel to his book was the story of Emma’s life in Storybrooke up to the most recent curse. That had certainly explained why she knew what the Snow Queen’s Scroll was. Something that Killian still couldn’t remember all the details of himself. Alice seemed to know more about his past right now than he did. Hope still seemed unsure of everything, even though the truth was smacking her in the face. It made his heart ache to see how much like past Emma his daughter had become. There were walls around her 13-year-old heart and he had no idea what had made her so guarded.

“The Sorcerer's Mansion.” Henry said matter-of-factly.

Fear welled up inside him as the Dark One talked about the one special ingredient he needed to separate himself from the dagger, and Killian realized exactly what the Dark One planned on doing. “As luck would have it, dearie, you’re my oldest friend.” The hand that had once plucked the heart of his dearest love and crushed it to a fine powder had now plunged into his chest. The icy coldness of it as it wrapped around his heart was a feeling he knew he would never be able to forget. He watched as the Dark One pulled out his heart and displayed it like a prize he had one. He begged for him to just do the deed. Kill him. Get it over with. “Oh, no. I promised you we’d have some fun first.”

Killian stopped in the middle of the walk as the memory overcame him. He could feel his whole body shaking and the tang of blood in his mouth as he bit his lip. It almost felt like a panic attack (they seemed to be having them in abundance today), except he knew he was basically reliving the memory. Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome as he now knew it to be called.

“Killian!”

“Papa!”

He could hear their voices but they sounded very far away, even though he knew they were right next to him. He could feel Emma and Henry take his arms and help walk him over to a bench to sit down until it passed. He couldn’t get the image of his heart in the Dark One’s hand out of his head. It just wouldn’t go away. Even though he knew his heart was safely in his chest and had been for the past 15 years, he could still feel that squeeze as if it were happening right then and there.

Eventually he felt Alice’s hand rubbing up and down his arm and whispering to him that they were here for him and everything was going to be alright. Emma held the other arm and attempted to do the same as Alice. His breathing finally evened out and returned to normal after what felt like a lifetime. He could see his family around him and not the Dark One holding his heart anymore.

“Papa?” Alice asked. She sounded so small. He hated when she sounded like that.

“I’m ...I’m okay, Starfish. Just,” he paused to take in another breath of fresh air, “just an old memory reeling it’s ugly head and taking me by surprise.” Alice and Emma continued to comfort him, but Killian noticed that Hope looked confused and Henry started to pale as understanding crossed his face.

“Oh, crap, Killian. I’m sorry. I’ve just been so focused on getting us to the future, that I didn’t really think about the past.” Killian nodded, understanding. Henry had always been impulsive that way. What else could he expect from someone who at the age of 10 had gotten on a bus to find his birth mother to break a curse. The kid (not really a kid, but he’d always be a kid to Killian) had a real hero complex going.

“What’s happening? Why did the mention of the mansion freak him out?” Hope asked, a puzzled expression still adorning her face.

Alice gave her an exasperated look before saying a hushed tone, “That’s where the Dark One took his heart! Come on, Hope. You read the book just this morning.” Killian couldn’t help but grin at that. Of course Alice would have committed every part of Henry’s sequel to memory, while Hope probably didn’t believe a word of what she read.

“He used to have nightmares about the…” Emma circled around her heart to indicate it instead of saying the actual words, “before it happened, because of…” she trailed off, probably because she didn’t want to mention Milah in front of the girls. But Alice seemed to have no qualms about it.

“Because the Dark One crushed Milah’s heart?” Killian almost burst out laughing.

“She really has your tact, doesn’t she?” Emma said to him as she bit her lip and also tried to suppress a laugh.

“She’s definitely her father’s daughter.” He said, his body feeling back in control. He nuzzled up against Emma’s cheek where she gave him a chaste kiss. He heard a loud sigh come from the direction of Hope.

“Are we going to have to see you two make out all the time now?” She asked, clearly annoyed. Hope rolled her eyes, but Killian could see the mirth behind them.

“Yes!” Emma laughed, clearly used to this kind of behavior. He’d missed that laugh.

“Alright.” Killian said, taking a deep breath and finally getting up from the bench. “I’m good now. Let’s head over to the Sorcerer’s Mansion and see what Henry has found.”

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Memories swirled around her the more they walked through Storybrooke. Bits and pieces coming together in her head. It was so different from when Killian had given her the memory potion in New York and everything had just come rushing back. But this time it had been 12 years, instead of one, and Emma could see that despite the town looking exactly the same, the people had aged, just like she had. It made her very nervous, walking through the town. She was afraid to run into her parents and see what they looked like now. But also afraid because she knew they wouldn’t recognize her in the least.

Killian’s reaction to the memory of his heart being taken by Gold had scared her. She knew she had more memories just trying to break through. She’d already had one panic attack this morning (was it really only that morning?) when Henry had brought her to Chantey’s Lobster House, she wasn’t sure if she could handle another one. But she also knew they needed to do this. They needed to remember. They needed to make the town remember. They needed to get back the life that was stolen from them.

The Sorcerer’s Mansion was exactly how she remembered it on the outside. And she remembered everything that had happened there. From almost getting rid of her magic, to almost getting eaten by a giant spider. She was glad that it didn’t spark the same fear that had overcome Killian before.

“No one lives here still?” Emma inquired. She’d always wondered why no one had claimed this place, especially since both Merlin and the Apprentice were dead.

“I think …I think I technically own it.” Henry said a little sheepishly. The twins both looked at him confused, but both Emma and Killian seemed to understand. “As the Author, I think it belongs to me.” He explained. “Luckily, no one from the town has seen me go in here. I’m not sure if they realize it exists.” He said, now drawing a baffled look from Killian, and Emma assumed her face looked similar, because how could the people of the town not see a huge mansion, even if it was away from the main drag.

“Let’s go in and I’ll explain it better.” Henry said as he opened the door.

They all walked in and Emma drew a breath as she surveyed the inside of the mansion. Henry had definitely been busy as she saw many whiteboards set up all around the room with notes and pictures on them. It looked like a police investigation room.

“Please, sit.” Henry said, motioning for them to sit down at a large dining room table in the center of the room where there were several fairy tale books piled. Killian immediately deferred the head of the table to Emma and he sat to her left so he could continue to hold her hand. Hope sat on Emma’s right and Alice went to the other side of Killian. Henry took the other head of table.

“I feel like I’m about to give a TED talk.” Henry joked nervously. It broke the tension that had mounted in the room, and everyone gave a good chuckle. Even Hope who still seemed a bit in disbelief at the whole situation. Emma couldn’t blame her. It took her falling through a magic portal to come to terms with everything, and that had been after killing a dragon and waking Henry with True Love’s Kiss. She was glad to see that Alice had inherited her brother’s belief at least.

“So, mom, Killian, if you recall, we found out that the powerful Gothel we had been threatened by was from the future, and the present day Gothel had not acquired her power yet. We also had a prophecy to contend with, one that Gothel was determined not to let pass.” She and Killian nodded in agreement.

“Well, it was obvious to me that someone needed to be monitoring the present day Gothel in the Enchanted Forest. The Blue Fairy had been doing that before we left, but obviously, with the mind wipe, she wouldn’t be able to do that anymore.” Emma started to tense. Killian’s hand also tensed in hers. She knew they were both thinking the same thing. Don’t let Henry say it. She pleaded in her mind. Please don’t let Henry...

“So I went to the Enchanted Forest to keep an eye on her.” He said proudly.

He said it.

“How, pray tell, did you manage to do that?” Killian asked the question she was also thinking.

“With a magic bean.” Henry said as though it were an obvious conclusion. “Several magic beans, actually. You may not recall, but we brought about 20 of them with us when we left town. Plus, the bean fields are still here and growing. They are still tending to and harvesting the beans.”

But how is that possible?” Alice asked intrigued. Emma could see she was intrigued by the whole concept of magic beans. She only hoped if Alice ever did get to go through a portal, she did it willingly and not accidentally fall into one or have to take one to rescue someone like she’d had to. Although, both of those trips did leave her panting over the hot pirate sitting next to her.

“Well,” Henry began, sounding very professorial, “while the people here may not know there is magic here, magic is still here. And it’s doing it’s damndest to make sure the citizens don’t know that until the curse is broken and their memories return.” Henry's voice had gotten faster and higher with this explanation.

“So when they harvest the magic beans…” Alice began, but Henry jumped right in.

“They think it’s something else entirely. I asked Granny on one of my trips and she said they’re just soybean fields.”

“And when you said you didn’t think anyone knew the mansion was here...?” Emma asked, trailing off when she realized she already knew the answer.

“It’s because this place is already pure magic. It probably just looks like a large field or something to them. Very Harry Potter.” Henry said amused at his little joke. That brought a smile to Emma’s face, and Hope’s as well. She and Henry had made sure Harry Potter was in Hope’s life. Of course, Emma could have never imagined that Harry Potter would be a little on the nose to their real life.

“Ok, let’s go back to the beans and the Enchanted Forest.” Emma was not enjoying the nonchalant attitude Henry seemed to be taking this whole endeavor in. “I’m not too thrilled about you willingly going to the Enchanted Forest when such a potential threat is looming there. You may be the Author, but that doesn’t make you invincible. You don’t have the sword fighting skills or magic.” Emma worried. And that’s when she realized that she hadn’t felt her magic since getting to town or since her memories had returned. She immediately tried to conjure up a ball of magic, but nothing came out. She kept turning her hand and expecting the magic ball to be there when she turned it back, but there was nothing. She closed her eyes and tried to call on her emotions the way she had when she had first started learning how to control her magic, but still nothing. Killian’s hand eventually came to rest over hers looking upset. They both looked up at Henry for an explanation.

“I think the curse needs to break before your magic will return.” Henry said sadly. “The twins never showed any magical inclinations before we left, so I don’t think Gothel factored them in when creating the curse.” Emma nodded. It made sense. It still worried her, but she’d also lived more of her life without magic than with it.

“But that segues perfectly into what I found out on my trips to the Enchanted Forest.’ Henry smiled, trying to bring the mood back up. They all settled back into their chairs as Henry began his story.

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“The first time I used a magic bean I almost forgot to pack another one to get myself home.I almost walked into the portal and then at the last second realized I had no way back. I managed to grab one and get back into the portal before it disappeared. I waited a little bit before going.” Henry explained. “I needed some time after that first trip to Storybrooke and saw how everything was just... normal. That Gothel had just left after the destruction she had wreaked now that we were all gone.” Henry swallowed back the small sob that threatened to leave his throat and quickly continued on.

“I quickly stole some clothes off a clothesline so that I would blend in and quickly hoofed it to the closest town and started making inquiries about Gothel. But she was still relatively unknown. It was frustrating. The people who had heard of her thought she was relatively harmless, mainly refilling lakes and rivers that had started to dry up, clearing up dead parts of the forest, and even bringing rain to help with growth. Most of the people seemed to feel she was being helpful. She’d even helped some families with her herbs when they’d fallen ill.” Killian cocked an eyebrow in confusion about this, Emma furrowed her brow contemplating what it all meant.

“I wondered for a time if there was another Gothel, a helpful Gothel, that maybe our Gothel had taken her name from. For several years, I went back to the Enchanted Forest asking about her, and every time it seemed she was not a threat.” Henry took a breath before he proceeded.

“But all that changed the year the twins turned seven. There were many rumors that circulated around the Enchanted Forest about Gothel’s sudden change. Some said she was spurned by a man, some said people were taking advantage of her goodwill. The most believed rumor was that someone had stolen some of her plants from her garden.” Henry almost rolled his eyes at this. He remembered thinking how odd it was that Gothel was going down the same path that her counterpart in the fairy tale books did. “Whatever it was, it seemed to have inspired a great hatred toward humans and Gothel was no longer the helpful witch that she had been for the past five years. She was now determined to rid the world of what she was calling ‘a pestilence on the land of her foremothers’. But I saw that she still wasn’t powerful enough to do that. This Gothel didn’t even know about the prophecy yet. She could do little more than make rivers flood and bring heavy rains, making people leave those areas due to their hovels being washed away.” Both Alice and Hope shifted nervously in their seats when Henry had brought up the prophecy, though Alice seemed a little more intrigued about Henry’s story.

“I continued to research the prophecy. It was because of this prophecy that the whole mess we were in had started. We obviously knew what the beginning of the prophecy meant. Alice and Hope had been born on either side of midnight during the Harvest Moon Lunar Eclipse. And Gothel was the ‘sinister conjuror’. And she had separated us to make herself stronger, but it was the last line that I needed help with. And reconciled on the day and night the true harvest moon meets.”

Henry knew what a Harvest Moon (or Blood Moon) was. It was the moon closest to the fall equinox. Killian had taught him that when the twins were born. But what did that mean for the girls? How did a Harvest Moon help them defeat Gothel?

“It took me almost three years to figure that out.” Henry said sheepishly, as though it should have taken him less time to figure it out. He’d researched a lot about the Harvest Moon and couldn’t figure out the connection, finally going to a planetarium show and getting some insight when they had a special about the different types of full moons. Henry’s audience stared at him waiting for the answer.

“A Harvest Moon falls closest to the fall equinox.” Henry explained, even though they all knew that because of the circumstances of their birth. “But it rarely falls on the actual fall equinox. When you were born it fell on September 27th, but the actual fall equinox was on September 23rd.”

“So, you think the date that Gothel will come back will happen on the night of the Harvest Moon this year then?” Killian surmised.

“Yes!” Henry said excitedly. “This year, the fall equinox falls on September 22nd and that’s also when the Harvest Moon will happen. The last time it happened was in 2010, and before that 1991. It’s a very rare occurrence. Just like the night the girls were born.” Emma and Killian both looked at the girls. Henry could see the terror in their eyes, knowing that because of the prophecy, the girls would have to fight this powerful witch. Alice and Hope just nodded at Henry, as if they were agreeing with whatever a teacher had said, even though they didn’t fully comprehend it.

“But, I’ve also discovered something else.” Henry said, eager to get to the crux of his revelation.

“It seemed that every time I made another trip to the Enchanted Forest, Gothel was getting stronger and stronger. The villagers were leaving in droves, fleeing to King Eric and Queen Ariel’s or King Phillip and Queen Aurora’s kingdoms.” Alice’s grin at the mention of those particular fairy tale characters almost took over her entire face. “I knew it was pointless to tell them that once Gothel had finished with the Enchanted Forest she would most likely come for those kingdoms next. The royalty that had taken over when Grandma and Grandpa had decided to stay in Storybrooke,” (a lovely couple in which the prince had apparently been cursed to be a frog at one point), “didn’t have the resources to take down such a powerful witch. Their army was no match for her, and as neither the Queen nor the King had any magic with which to match Gothel, they were losing the battle to maintain control of their kingdom quite quickly. It was their baby that Gothel stole to use in her time travel spell to visit mom the first time.” Both Hope and Alice looked horrified at this, even though it had been explained in his book during the whole Wicked Witch debacle. “According to the few villagers that had stayed around, Gothel had promised to stop attacking in exchange for borrowing the baby. This spell didn’t kill the baby but only drained a few years off it’s life for the time traveling ability. That was two years ago.” Henry desperately wished he’d brought some water with him, as he was getting parched from all the talking he was doing. He licked his lips instead.

“Right before the girls left for camp, I had a hunch and went to the Enchanted Forest earlier than I normally would have, to observe what was happening.” Henry stated.

“How did you know Alice would be going to the same camp?” Killian asked suddenly.

“Um, that scholarship application she filled out? That was actually from me. I paid for her to go there. I also mailed you brochures to put the idea into Alice’s head.” Henry felt slightly guilty for that ruse, even though he knew he had to get the girls together somehow once he’d figured out the date of the Harvest Moon.

“Wait.” Hope interrupted before Henry could continue. “Every time you said you were going to write somewhere that didn’t have cell phone service so you could concentrate, that was you going to the Enchanted Forest?” Hope piped in.

“Yep.” Henry nodded.

“Man, I always thought mom was going to have heart attacks when you were off the grid and she couldn’t get a hold of you.” Hope reminisced, smiling for the first time since Henry had taken her from camp.

“Well, I wasn’t technically lying. There is no cell phone service in the Enchanted Forest as they haven’t invented electricity yet.” Henry chuckled.

“So, what did you find out?” Alice asked, bringing the conversation back on topic.

“A few days before camp started, Gothel was still reigning terror over other areas of the Enchanted Forest. She had kept her promise to the new royal couple about leaving her remaining villagers alone. But on the day I’m assuming you met, she had what I can only describe as a power surge. She was flying through the village with her magic going in and out. I even saw her fall out of the sky a few times. It’s like she was still powerful Gothel one minute and then her magic would fail the next. It was immediately after this that she borrowed a baby again. Not the same one as he was too old and didn’t have the same innocence needed, the king and queen had had another one and she used him.” Both Hope and Alice grimaced at this. “She went back to the point when she threatened us and made us leave Storybrooke. Now, when we saw her there, she was pretty powerful, because at that point in time, the twins were young and hadn’t come into their magic yet. Had she stayed in Storybrooke and not forced us to leave, she may have defeated us. But over the next few days I noticed her magic getting weaker and weaker. I mean, she’s still pretty powerful, but she’s still having those surges. I came back and a few days later I got the phone call from you, Hope, about meeting Alice.” He paused before really getting to the good stuff. “After rereading the prophecy, I’m almost positive that you two meeting again is what is causing her magic to weaken. The prophecy states by separating will make stronger. We all assumed that meant that Gothel separating us meant she would get stronger, but”

“But it made our magic stronger instead.” Hope interrupted. “Her separating us fulfilled the prophecy, just not the way she intended it to.

Henry smiled at his sister, his heart swelled with pride. He was definitely a proud big brother at the moment. “Exactly! The fact that your magic activated outside of Storybrooke practically proves that.”

“So now what?” Emma asked, her face looking almost ashen. “We now have a date for when she’s supposed to return, and the girls have magic. What are we supposed to do with this information?” Her voice sounded desperate, as though she didn’t really want the answer that Henry had to give.

“Now,” Henry said, licking his lips in anticipation, “we prepare for a fight.”

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New Dynasty Chapter 20

Before Peter left for work he handed the girl a tablet. “This,” he said pulling up an app, “has almost every name that’s on the internet. Go here for girl names,” he said demonstrating, “here for boy, here for neutral, and if you’re having trouble reading it—” He tapped a name on the screen.

“Aaliyah,” a voice read to the room. “Meaning: exalted or sublime.”

Peter handed the tablet to the girl who gingerly took it. “Just let us know when you find the one you want,” he told her. He reached over and gave Wade a kiss. “I’ve got to go to work today, but contact me if you need anything.”

Wade winked at him. “Got it, hubby.” Peter chuckled, patted the girl on the head, and left. “How about pancakes?” Wade asked the girl. The girl who was, once again, wearing the fairy wings.

Almost as soon as he finished the sentence the girl was in a chair at the table. (The same chair she sat in the morning before. It seemed to be her spot now.) She fidgeted with the tablet as Wade made pancakes, absently singing the ingredients to the air.

“Aalotar,” the voice from the tablet read. “Meaning: Lady of the waves.” The tablet read off several more names before the pancakes were done. She set the tablet aside as Wade deposited a stack in front of her, already buttered with syrup.

[Man that kid eats like a bird. As in, two-thirds her body weight.]

{Did you see the size of the webbing ball she threw away this morning? If spiders eat their webs for protein, she needs to replace it with something.}

“Good idea,” Wade said. “I’ll make bacon too.”

[Can you even cook bacon?]

He can cook whatever he wants to cook. That is a Wolf DF304 oven and I’m not letting it blow up.

{Why not? There haven’t been enough explosions in this yet.}

Because my oven is a POS, that’s why.

[That literally makes no sense.]

I can literally write you out of this story.

“Bacon!” screamed Wade, trying to keep from being written out of the story. An absence of sound made him turn to see the girl staring at him, eyes wide, mouth full. He laughed nervously. “Sometimes,” he confided in her, “I talk to the voices in my head.” She tilted her head to the side, eyes slightly narrowed. Then she nodded and went back to eating.

Wade cooked the bacon, put it on a plate, and then fixed himself a much smaller plate than the one he made for the child. He watched her devour the food in front of her as he ate himself. I have no fucking idea what I’m doing.

“Let’s go visit Aunt May!” Wade decided.

[She said not to come back in the suit.]

{We can’t show this ugly mug to that sweet old woman!}

Of course we can! She loves us just the way we are!

Okay, what the fuck author?

What is it now Wade?

Seriously. I override the voices and go out in regular clothes—when I went shopping with Peter as Deadpool—because the old woman loves me?

Wade, roll with it.

Why? That is so stupid—

Because if you do, Spiderman will save you later.

Wade looked at the girl, still in pajamas, as she finished her food. “Sounds good to me!” He grinned at her. “Let’s get the dishes washed and get ready to go.”

[Don’t we have a dishwasher?]

{We still have to rinse the dishes idiot.}

“So, what do you want to wear today?” Wade asked the girl. She looked up at him, then went to her room and came back with a long-sleeved purple and pink striped shirt and a pair of pants that were the exact same shade of purple as the stripes on the shirt. She held them up for inspection. “Looks good,” Wade said cheerfully. “The purple matches the pants and the pink matches your shoes!”

The girl frowned, looked at the clothes again, and then tossed the shirt over a chair as she went back to her room. She came back with a pink pair of pants the same shade as the pink on the shirt and her shoes and held it up for his inspection. “Or that works too,” Wade continued. She nodded, took the clothes, and went into the bathroom.

[I don’t get it. Why’d she get a different pair of pants?]

{Where did she get a fashion sense? She was wearing a white nightshirt when we found her.}

She came back out, dressed and hair brushed with a pair of socks and her shoes. The socks, Wade noticed, were the same shade of purple as the stripes on her shirt. He didn’t say anything though, in case she changed her mind and got a different pair. While she was doing that (her shoes were Velcro, so she didn’t need help with the laces) Wade got dressed in a hoodie, jeans, gloves, and shoes—to help prevent people from accidentally getting a good look at his scars. When he came out the girl not only had her socks and shoes on, but was also wearing the fairy wings again. The blue in the wings didn’t really match anything else she was wearing, but he said nothing.

“All right!” Wade crowed. He held his hand out to her. “Are you ready?” She nodded, shook his hand, and then grabbed the tablet Peter had handed her this morning.

[Why didn’t she take our hand? Does she hate the gloves?]

{Maybe it’s because when she offered us her hand we shook it.}

“Upsy Daisy,” Wade said as he picked the child up. He frowned. She still felt really light, not like she’d put away three stacks of thick, fluffy pancakes and ten slices of bacon. “Where does all that food you eat go?” he asked as he locked the condo door. She stuck a thumb in her mouth and began to suck it while clutching the tablet to her chest.

He tucked the key into his pocket and head towards the elevator. “You’ll like Aunt May,” he told the child as they took it down. “She’s great. But, uh, you have to be like super careful around her,” he cautioned. “She’s like, insanely fragile. I’m not kidding; the old woman once broke her hand because she swung a frying pan too hard.” He didn’t mention that she’d swung the frying pan at him—but in her defense, it had been the middle of the night. He still didn’t understand why she slept with a frying pan on her bedside table, but he slept with a magnum under the pillow so he had no room to judge.

The girl pulled her thumb out of her mouth and braced one arm on his shoulder, staring at him. Her large amber eyes looked like they were trying to see inside his soul.

[Think she sees us?]

{Maybe she can hear us. HEY, CAN YOU HEAR ME?}

Wade winced as the shout echoed through his head. “Ow,” he commented as the doors opened.

She leaned over his shoulder, arms loosely wrapped around his neck, as she fiddled with the tablet. “Abijah,” the robotic voice said. “Meaning: God is my father.” Another tap. “Abilene. Meaning: Born where the grass grows.”

Oh, that is going to get so old so fast.

“Abra. Meaning: Mother of multitude.”

#Spider-Man #Deadpool #Spideypool

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Wings Are Meant To Fly │ pjm

➤ pairing│Jimin x female reader ➤ summary│You finally go your wings, but when you find yourself having a difficult time learning the ins and outs of flying, the last person you want help from offers his. ➤ rating│PG-13 ➤ genre│fairy au, fantasy au, enemies to lovers ➤ warnings│strong language, some kissing, Jimin is simply an asshole, some humor (hopefully lol...) ➤ word count│5k│semi edited ➤ release date│December 9th 2019 ➤ disclaimer│This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

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”God fucking dammit!”

Cursing loudly, you stumble through the thickness of the bushes and trees. Thorns pocking the bare skin on your legs, some of them penetrating the skin leaving behind a stinging sensation.

You look down the length of your body. You have dirt everywhere! The new dress your mother made for this specific day is now completely ruined! The white fabric now stained with brown dirt and green spots of grass.

“Ugh!” you cry loudly in frustration, your hands furiously trying to wipe away as much of it as possible.

Leaves crumble in the tall bushes next to you, “Having trouble?”

The voice startles you, making you jump in shock and making your heart beat uncontrollably. You scoff when you notice who the voice belongs to. Him. Why does he have to be the one to witness this of all the people in the village?!

“Go away.” You grumble and turn your back to him.

But of course he doesn’t listen. He never does. He only ever listens to himself and his father. “But I was enjoying the show.” He pouts, but you can clearly hear the amusement in his voice, and it makes your blood boil.

“I’m serious Jimin, go away!”

Your day has already been crap thus far and you don’t need him as audience for this just to go back to the village and tell everyone how much you suck at learning how to fly.

For over centuries, young fairies have grown into their wings on their 21st birthday. Today was your turn to get yours. You were so excited when you woke up this morning, not caring in the slightest about the presents and the breakfast your parents had prepared for you, you just rushed to the bathroom to look at your new wings in the mirror.

They are beautiful. You have always seen everyone older than you walking around with theirs and flying around the village. It was such a sight and you couldn’t wait for the day you got yours.

You are still amazed when you look over your shoulder and they are there. Pure white and feathery, and just the right size for you.

But your happiness didn’t last very long.

In this village it is also customary to learn how to fly on your own. That means without supervision and without help from any of the elders, just yourself and your wings trying to take off from the ground and stay in the air.

Not that anything would happen if anyone were to teach someone how to fly, but in this village, pride is a major key.

Flying… It sounds easy enough, but it is not! The amount of concentration it takes to get only a couple of centimeters off the ground is enough to give anyone a headache! And once you finally got a few centimeters off the ground, your entire body would spasm, sending you crashing right to the ground.

It is no fun at all! And the fact that Jimin has just witnessed your crash of humiliation is just the icing on the cake. You know that by the end of the day the entire village will know about you lost attempts of flying.

“You know it usually takes a one or two tries for most people, but five tries ____? Really?”

You bend down to grab the nearest rock and you throw it at him, aiming for his face. “Fuck off Jimin!”

The rock isn’t even close to hitting his face. You manage to humiliate yourself even further by throwing like a total loser as well. Great!

Jimin laughs at your poor attempt. “You can’t even throw!”

“Not all of us grew up in the same conditions as you!” You throw back desperately.

Being the son of the fairy king, Jimin grew up in a completely different setting than you. Sure, you went to the same school during your younger years and through your teenager stage, but in private it was all different.

He grew up in a castle with a king as his father, while you grew up in a normal house and your father is by no means a king, he is however an advisor to the king, but being one of the kings advisors doesn’t bring you any privileges in this field per say. Jimin received training in all sorts of things like sports, history and because of his position as the king’s son, he was even permitted flying lessons when he turned 21. You didn’t get any of that growing up. Your fathers takes great honor in his pride as well as his family’s pride, and he is a firm believer in self learning, so the extend of your training – of any kind – was your father trying to get you to play sports with him. He quickly gave up when he realized that it would be to no avail though. You don’t own a single sporty bone in your body!

The rock you just tried throwing is evidence of that!

“I didn’t receive training in rock throwing,” he deadpans with a laugh.

Jimin steps closer to you, standing in your line of sight. You glare at him, wishing that you could smack that stupid smirk right off his face, but you know it will only get you in trouble.

You notice he has retracted his wings, the space on his back being left bare and only covered by his shirt, but you have seen them plenty of times before. They are unlike any other wings. He is a direct line to the throne, royal blood running through his veins and therefor his wings are black. Just like his fathers.

You would never in a million years admit this to him, but his wings are actually quite breathtaking. The color so rare and unique for wings, and when they hit direct sunlight they turn silver – the same color as his hair.

Jimin takes in the sight of you as well. The light layer of dirt covering your white wings is proof that you have fallen to the ground more times then you have stayed in the air. Your dress as well is covered in dirt and mud, and Jimin finds it rather amusing that you haven’t yet mastered the skill of flying.

You sigh in despair, “Seriously Jimin, what do you want?” You just wish for him to leave you alone so you can get a grip on this.

“Nothing,” he shrugs.

“Good, then leave.”

You don’t know if it is the pleading tone of your voice or the way your hope is slowly leaving your body, but eventually, after a few seconds of pondering, Jimin turns and leaves through the bushes. You watch him leave without further words, the tightness in your shoulders slowly loosening and when you can’t see him through the branches and leaves, you breathe deeply, determined to fly.

“How did it go?” Your mother asks as soon as you step into your house. The sun has long set and has been replaced by the moon for the night.

“Did you fly?” she proceeds to ask when you don’t answer her first question.

You head straight for your bedroom. “I don’t wanna talk about it!” You say with a little too much anger and slam the door behind you.

You feel bad for talking like that to your mother. It’s not her fault that you can’t seem to get a grasp on this stupid flying thing!

Faceplanting on your bed, you groan loudly into the pillow – all of your pent-up anger and frustration seeping into the soft fabric.

Why did you have to be born as a fairy? Why could you not just have been born as a human or a troll… Okay, maybe not a troll, but still!

Do you even need the skill of flying? What is it even good for? It’s not like it’s a life or dead necessity.

“This sucks!” You mumble into the pillow.

Despite the fact that you haven’t slept a wink last night, your determination has brought you out of bed at the crack of dawn and back to the same secluded clearing. The sun has barely even woken up yet and the entire village is still sleeping. Not a single fairy is in sight and you thank the great fairy God that your 21st birthday fell on a Friday, which means that today is Saturday and no one will be up for at least a couple of hours.

You learnt from your mistake yesterday, wearing a brand new dress was a bad idea, so instead you opted for a pair of your old leggings and a t shirt you don’t care about. Thankfully it’s not to chilly in the mornings this time of the year.

You can see the small clearing as you push through many branches, your hands providing your face with safety as they pounce back every time they are slightly pushed to the side.

As you make it out of the bushes, you spot a figure sitting on the opposite side of the small field, leaning casually against a tree while eating an apple. You stop in your tracks when you realize just who it is.

“What the hell are you doing here Jimin?!”

He doesn’t even flinch at the tone of your annoyed voice. He briefly lifts his head to meet your eyes before he returns his focus to the apple, taking a big bite, the sound ringing through the empty clearing.

“You’re here?” He feigns nonchalantly.

“Why are you here?” You ask him again stepping closer.

This time he keeps his eyes on yours, a stupid smile appearing on his face. “I was out for my morning run and decided to take a little break.” Another bite of apple goes into his mouth.

Frustrated, you shake your head and cross your arms over your chest. “You were out for your morning run?” You huff. “Right Jimin, whatever.”

You decide to leave. You really don’t have the energy to deal with him today! You’ve barely slept more than a few minutes and you are still angry and frustrated from yesterday. You are practically a bomb waiting to go off!

“I can help you, you know!” Jimin calls after you making you stop and face him.

“What?”

“I can teach you how to fly.”

You narrow your eyes at him. What is his deal? “And why exactly would you do that?”

“Wings are meant to fly,” he smirks arrogantly and then adds on a shrug, “and I’m a friendly soul.”

You could laugh right then and there! Jimin a friendly soul? Right!

In all the years you have known him, he has never once been remotely friendly towards you. Jimin is 2 years older than you, and during your school years, he was always the most popular guy. Everyone wanted to be his friend but he always kept to his close knit circle of friends.

The elite fairies.

They were a group of seven guys, all stemming from similar backgrounds, except for Jimin being higher in rank than all of them. But you don’t really think they look at it in that way. They were all friends, equal so to say.

Or at least that was the vibe you got from them whenever you saw them in the hallways.

But he has never been nice to you! He would always tease you for the way you dressed, the way you styled your hair. He even teased you for hitting puberty later than most of the other girls.

You hated that he felt like he could just tease and make fun of whoever he pleased just because of his father is the king.

“I’m sorry, but did you just say that you are a friendly soul?” You laugh and he has the audacity to scowl at you. “Sure, and I’m your fairy godmother.”

Jimin stands form his spot by the tree, carelessly throwing the remainder of his apple to the ground. He takes slow steps towards you, his hands going into the pockets of his black joggers. “Really? I’ve actually never met my fairy godmother seeing as she died over 100 years ago, but I must say you really do hold up nicely for someone that is supposedly dead.”

If you could just smack him once and get away with it! You can feel your palms itching to do so, but you fight the urge.

“Goodbye!” You growl with clenched teeth.

“I can have you up and flying by the end of the hour.” He drawls his promise seductively, his voice coated with sugar and venom.

Again, you stop walking as his words settle with you. He can have you flying by the end of the hour but at what cost? What does he get out of this arrangement? Would it even be that bad having him teach you how to do it? Sure it would hurt your pride, but you really don’t know how many more crashes you can take before you eventually go crazy and rip off your wings.

Fuck! Are you really contemplating this?!

“What would you get out of it?”

Jimin goes through all of the options in his head, his lips forming a straight line but his eyes dancing brightly with humor.

“A kiss.” He finally lands on.

You almost choke on air. A kiss!? What the hell!

“You want me to kiss you?!” You sputter. “What the fuck? Why?!”

Jimin shrugs, “Call it curiosity.”

“What even…” Your words slowly die down as you feel yourself getting flushed. You hate to admit it, but as much as you hate the guy you are not blind! You think he’s attractive – of course you do, you would be stupid not to think so, but that fact doesn’t make up for him being a complete asshole!

Yet, you find yourself seriously wanting to kiss him… just to see what it would be like…

No! You can’t seriously want to kiss him! It’s an internal battle with yourself, your mind going over all of the pros and cons. The pro is that by the end of the hour you will hopefully be flying with ease, and the cons are that its Jimin who will have taught you how to do it, and he will most likely tease you with it for the rest of your existing life and you will have to kiss him as well.

All though that part can be seen as both a pro and a con depending on which part of your body you ask right now.

“Alright, fine!” You hear yourself speak in the end. “But one kiss. One small peck!” You stress to him.

“Whatever,” he pulls his hands from his pockets and stands in front of you. “Let’s see your wings then.”

You feel a little intimidated to spread your wings right here in front of Jimin. It’s not a difficult task to do, you quickly mastered how to retract and extend them yesterday but having Jimin’s burning gaze on you while you do it… it is a little unsettling.

With a deep breath you let your wings flutter open behind you. It is still a feeling you are getting used to and you still haven’t made up you mind if you like the feeling or not. It doesn’t hurt per say, but its most definitely not a pleasant feeling either. The best way you can describe it is, that it is similar to the feeling of popping a pimple. It sounds gross but it’s the truth. The feeling of something bursting through your skin but it doesn’t hurt it is just unpleasant at most.

As you seem lost in your own thoughts, Jimin takes the opportunity to study your wings. They look pretty much the same as other normal wings, the same white color only yours are a tad bit more feathery, a few of the feathers hanging delicately at the bottom of them giving them a more feminine look, and they are smaller, not by much, but enough to match your physic perfectly.

“So where do we start?” You ask, your arms spreading wide in a shrugging motion. “What should I do?”

Jimin clears his throat, “Firstly,” he begins circling you till he stands behind you. “You need to become one with your wings.”

“What are-“

“You need to know your wings to be able to control them.”

“I can already do that. You just saw me extend them, didn’t you?” You huff annoyed.

“That’s not the same thing,” he tsks. “Being able to extend and retract them is easy enough. It’s a form of control yes, but it’s not the same.” He explains.

Jimin puts both of his hands on your shoulders and you stiffen even further under his touch. Behind you Jimin smirks at your reaction. “You need to connect with your wings.” He continues. “Loosen up, relax your body.”

You try your hardest to relax, but the heat from his hands are making it almost impossible for you to do so. Closing your eyes, you concentrate hard on trying to relax.

“There you go,” Jimin praises you, when he feels your muscles loosen up.

“What now?”

He moves his hands from your shoulders completely, taking the warmth with him. He steps to your front once again but you keep your eyes closed. If you look at him now you will just tense up again.

“Now, you focus all your energy on your wings. Imagine them in your mind, draw out a clear picture of them, what they look like, how they feel, what they would look like in the air.” He lowers his voice with each word, the sound settling in your mind.

You do as you are told. You mind and body focusing on the same thing and slowly you begin feeling a sensation of small shocks through your body.

You begin to panic, “What’s that?” You gasp as another shock runs through you.

Jimin rolls his eyes at you, “That’s the feeling of you connecting with your wings, you idiot!”

“Don’t call me an idiot, you asshole!”

“Then stop being a baby.”

Scowling, you open your eyes. “I’m not being a baby! This whole thing is new for me, okay! You might have gotten this thing on the first try back when you first got your wings, but let me tell you something buddy, you and I are different! My father is a strong believer in self learning, so I didn’t have a teacher to teach me anything about this leading up to it!”

You can feel the anger seething out of you, and you know your entire face is probably red and your eyes close to tears.

“You do have a teacher.” Jimin points out, ignoring the rest of your little rant.

“Then stop being fucking mean to me and teach me!”

Taking a step back, Jimin shrugs his shoulders in an apologetic manner. He doesn’t say the actual words, but you take it for what it is.

Closing your eyes once again, you let your body and mind connect with your wings. The shocks begin again. Short waves running through your body and all stopping in one place: your wings.

As the shocks keep coming, you feel your wings begin to flutter. It starts slow – the soft feathers lightly moving against the morning air, but they quickly gain speed. The fluttering turns into full blown swishes and the leaves on the bushes rattle from the force of it.

The feeling is foreign and unlike anything you have felt before. It feels like your body isn’t yours anymore, like it has gone to a completely different place. The shocks are still running through your body until suddenly they aren’t, and it almost feels like you are floating instead.

“What now?” You ask Jimin confused.

“Open your eyes you moron!”

“Hey! I told you not t-“ Your scolding falls short when you eventually open your eyes to see yourself floating several inches above Jimin.

“What the fuck!?” You gasp in surprise and wobbling slightly in the air from your sudden outburst. You didn’t even feel your feet leaving the ground! When did this happen?

You look at Jimin in utter shock and he just laughs at you, the expression on your face priceless. He slaps his hands smugly, “Now you’ve learned to get in the air, now you need to learn how to control your direction.”

“Okay… how?” You ask still floating above him.

“Same as before really. Focus on where you want to go.”

“Like visualize the place?”

“Yes.” Jimin confirms. “If you want to go left, visualize it. If you want to go forward, visualize it. If you want to fly higher, visualize it.”

“Okay,” you mumble. Once again all of your focus goes to visualizing and connecting with your wings. In your head you repeat the mantra forward, forward, forward! It takes a couple of seconds, but eventually you slowly edge forward, your shadow looming over Jimin as you move.

“Oh my god!” You gasp happily. “I’m fucking flying!”

You can hear Jimin laugh behind you, the sound echoing around you as you fly in small circles amongst the tall trees and bushes.

This is amazing!

Your whole life you have waited for the day when you would finally get your wings and be able to fly! And now here you are! Granted, things didn’t turn out or run as smoothly as you had hoped for, and you have to admit that your pride is a little bruised from having to ask Jimin for help, but you are okay with that and your father doesn’t have to know that you didn’t do it all by yourself.

“How do I get back down?!” You half yell the question.

“Visualize it!” He yells back.

When you eventually land with both feet on the ground, you can’t keep the smile off your face. You just flew! And you didn’t crash and burn like the other times!

You feel a new sense of energy and happiness bubbling inside of you. You feel like you could run a marathon and swim across the oceans.

Wanting to do it again, you don’t hesitate for a second before you are back in the air, giggling like a little school fairy. This time you fly even higher than before. You fly over the tops of the trees and bushes, up where there is nothing but fresh air and quiet. You know you have to be careful when you are this high up and this unprotected. A large bird could easily come and snatch you without a second glance.

In the distance you can see the sun peeking out from the tree line. The bright rays warming your naked arms and you bathe in the feeling of it. Not a single cloud is in the sky and it is a sign that today is going to be a good day.

Slowly and to your dismay, you retreat back down to the ground. Jimin is still there, standing in the same spot as before, his eyes following you back down. In your ecstasy you had nearly forgotten about him.

You retract your wings and a silence falls between you. You know that you are supposed to say thank you to him, but for some reason having to utter those two words to him – to Jimin, is hard, and also you know you have a dept to pay to him.

“Uh,” you begin, nervously scratching the side of your arm. “Thank you for helping me out.” You surprise yourself at how strong the words come across despite the fact that your heart is beating wildly in your chest.

“You’re welcome.” Jimin answers casually.

You catch yourself zoning in on his lips. There are a good few steps between you, but you can clearly see how plump they look, and it makes you wonder what he is like when he kisses. You know for a fact that he has done plenty of kissing and fooling around in the past, several of your girlfriends having fallen victim to his charms but hearing it from someone else and experiencing it yourself are two completely different things.

You swallow the lump in your throat, “Well… bye!” You quickly rush the words out of your mouth and turn on your heal, ready to make a dash for it when Jimin takes a hold of your wrist.

“Not so fast,” he huffs, a small laugh following his words. “I believe you owe me something.”

Eyes falling to his fingers still wrapped around your wrist, you hesitantly look into his eyes. “Really? What’s that?” You feign confusion, your eyebrows raising to play up your act.

Jimin just rolls his eyes at you, “A kiss.” As soon as the word kiss is in the air, your heart begins to race once again. It is beating so fast that you are pretty sure that Jimin is able to see it beating against your chest.

You hum, “Hmm, I don’t remember ever agreeing to kiss you.” Just for good measure, you look around you in confusion as if you are looking for that specific memory.

He tilts his head, boyish smile adoring his plump lips. “Now you might be an idiot, but I know you’re not dumb.”

“Did you just insult me and compliment me at the same time?” You give him a funny look and point a finger at him. “You know that takes a certain amount of talent to do that. Most people just do one or the other. You know, they either choose compliment or insult… it takes-“

“Would you stop rambling,” he interrupts you. “Trying to change the subject won’t work on me.”

You sigh in despair, “Why do you even wanna kiss me?!”

You still can’t wrap your head around it –Jimin wants a kiss from you? Why? You might be a fairy but it’s not like you have fucking magic lips. At least not to your knowledge or to the knowledge of the guys you have kissed in the past.

“Curiosity,” he repeats his previous statement, not providing you any further explanation.

Without letting go of your wrist, Jimin effortlessly spins you around to face him. Your eyes go wide at the proximity of your bodies, your personal space being invaded completely. He’s close, so close that you have to look away in fear that you will start blushing.

But the distance between you seems to be too large for Jimin because he steps closer to you, your breaths mingling and our knees touching. Your heart is beating at an unbelievable pace, your breathing ragged. You need to take a step away from him before you pass out, but it is to no use. Jimin just follows right after you and in the end, you can’t step away any further, your back coming into contact with a large tree.

You nervously eye him, noticing the way the corners of his lips lift into a smile at your little game of cat and mouse.

Meekly, you slump your shoulders. You might as well just get it over with now, rather than drawing it out any longer. A small peck wont hurt.

“Let’s just get this over with.” You grouchily mumble.

“I love your eagerness,” he comments only to receive a glare from you.

Jimin leans closer to you, your faces only millimeters apart and your noses gently brushing each other. It happens before you can even muster a second thought about it. His lips gently settling over yours in what you would barely call a kiss.

You keep still as Jimin frees your wrist, your lips still touching as he instead cups the sides of your face and gently begins moving his lips over yours. You stop breathing for a moment and your eyes flutter shut on their own accord, the feeling becoming too overwhelming for you to keep them open.

Your body completely melts against his, your hands finding their place on the surface of his chest as the pace of the kiss gradually speeds up – going from slow and hesitant to frantic and heated. Gasping softly against his lips, Jimin slips his tongue past your lips, taking the opportunity to explore your mouth. It’s a feeling you welcome, relaxing even further against the tree and slinging your arms around his neck to bring him closer.

Jimin groans when you gently scratch the hairs at the nape of his neck, your fingers combing through the silver locks. The sound vibrating through your lips and down your spine, goosebumps erupting on your skin.

His thumbs gingerly brush across your cheeks in an almost loving manner, your stomach turning in knots at the unfamiliar feeling it leaves you with.

If you had to describe this moment with one word, it would be perfect. This moment just feels… perfect. The way your lips fit so perfectly together, melting into each other and the way he feels pressed against you.

You honestly don’t know how it happens, but you keep kissing, there in the middle of the clearing in the early morning. Not a single thought going through your head other than wanting to keep kissing him. It’s a feeling you could easily get addicted to… and that is what you were worried about in the first place…

Jimin nips at your bottom lip, dragging it out the slightest bit before letting it go and returning his lips to yours, but when it becomes harder to breath, oxygen needed for the both of you, your pull back, your eyes meeting instead. Breathlessly, you stare into his eyes. You don’t know what to say now. What do you say after a moment like this? Thank you?

“T-That was,” you stutter, falling over your own words. “That was… some k-kiss.” You finally manage to breath out in between breaths.

“I never half ass things,” Jimin smirks, seeming like he isn’t affected in the slightest. His hands still cupping your cheeks, but he quickly realizes and in a hurry he retreats them from your face and stuffs them in the pockets of his joggers.

“Uh, I-“

“I’ll see you around ____.” He cuts you off only seconds after you begin speaking. And no later, he turns and leaves through the bushes, leaving you standing against the tree all alone, and confused as hell!

What the hell just happened?!

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Eeeey, we haven't had another episode of Bridgerton recaps in a while! But here we are, it's

Bridgerton, Episode 5

(if you missed the rest, the tag is #Bridgerbore)

Okay, so I dig the whole muddy hem business (short reminder, we were at this duel thing last time, and Daphne was very much a dramatic Regency heroine, throwing herself into the fire and everything), but I'm really not sure about her undies.

Lady B has a hangover, which is hilarious, and Daphne comes in like "I'm engaged", to Dukey, of course, they all annoy me so much. Cue Lady B fanning herself, and then Daphne goes on about how they want to marry NOW, because THE KISS and it would be such a scandal if that ever came out? I don't think society would mind if you stayed engaged for a while longer, I don't think anyone cares, you self-obsessed brat. Mummy thinks they had steaming hot intercourse and that's why they want to marry ASAP, and apparently that's the best hangover cure that there ist. (I'm not a fan, hangover Lady B was more sufferable than the usual version.)

The queen wears bright red gems with pink silk and it does not look fly at all.

The blue dress Daphne's wearing is pretty for once.

Her rival (CRESSIDAAAAA) and her mother smirk at each other in a carriage because they are scheming, and evil, and we can see that because they are dressed flamboyantly and have complex hairstyles. Also, Cress saw D&D kiss and now they can destroy her or something.

Oh poor Freddie Baby, he's just the cutest but he's about to take his leave because Daphne was the only girl he liked, like, ever, because she's such a diamond of the purest water, adieu, sweet prince.

Everybody keeps promenading without coats or spencers and I'm all "noooo", because it just looks so wrong. Someone give Daphne a stole or a cardigan, it's doesn't even seem particularly warm outside. Her hat also sucks (is that a fascinator? I demand bonnets!), but at least it's not the stupid Wendy bow, so I guess that's progress?

Lord B gets slammed in the face with the door by the dressmaker because Opera Girl up and left. See, Lord B, that's because you're a little bitch and she's done with your shit.

Ducktail Colin visits Cousin, and Penny desperately tries to cockblock him. It's somewhat painful to see, but also strangely realistic (I guess that's why it's painful).

Uuuh, we get a kitchen scene in preparation for the wedding! I love it. Also, the servants are annoyed by all of this, just like me. I hereby petition to replace at least 75% of the D&D (hell, make it all Bridgertons) appearances by Regency food porn.

At the dressmaker's workshop Cressida (who I still think is prettier than Daphne) bitches about and Daphne bitches back, why is no-one wearing bonnets?

The next Whistledown issue is out as Freddie takes his final bow just to leave me heartbroken because he genuinely didn't suck. The Queen bitches, what else is new.

The Archbishop says the early wedding is a no-no, and I still suspect that it's a general case of making things more dramatic than they have to be. Oh, turns out it's the Queen who's the spanner in the works because she didn't get enough attention lately.

Back to the Bohemian party! Yay! It's a fucking bacchanal and I love it. French dressmaker lady is there, too, cut to her and Middle Bridgerbro having a heated make-out session. Aaand the host is at least bi – they find out by barging in on him and his lover during what I guess is the quest for an unoccupied bedroom. Threesome time!! (Her stays are more than questionable, though)

Dukey is completely drunk in the gutter because they kicked him out of the pub. I approve. Not sure of what of the above, probably all.

Cousin plots to seduce Ducktail Colin so she can get him into marrying her. Lady F is in, but Penny eavesdrops (heartbrokenly).

Whoooo, it's George III! Him and Charlotte discuss the Regent but sadly George IV still does not feature. Another child (Amelia) is discussed – never mind that the historical George III and Charlotte had no less than fifteen children – but apparently she's dead (the historical Amelia died age 27 and it distressed George greatly, but here it is delivered as if she was just an infant.). Oh, look, George is bonkers and thinks the Queen killed her. Nice one, Netflix, treating his illness like this and then completely glossing over it again.

Daphne, please stop tossing and turning and sighing, get yourself off, it works wonders. But no, instead she goes to her lady's maid and gets a pep talk about how she can still be happy without offspring.

Cut to Dukey waking up in Boxing Bro's place.

People I'd rather have a series about. A non-exhaustive list by me.

Penny and Eloise

Eloise

Benedict & The Bohemians (could also be a good band name)

Prince Freddie

Boxing Bro and his family

Opera Girl & The French Dressmaker

Cressida the Rival Bitch

The Servants

Dukey's exploits at college

Daphne's dress at her audience is so horribly ill-fitting.

How can Dukey be a rake if he doesn't even like flirting? It it pheromones? Do the ladies simply fall over when he walks by? The heck? Someone explain! His appeal to the Queen, however, is really lovely, no shade.

The wedding is LAUGHABLY small. Nobody would ever get through with this. You can't tell me they couldn't fill a small chapel like that, at least with some staff. It is supposed to be "intimate", because you guys are Regency nobility and this will not stand. Good God, Daphne, he's putting a ring on your finger, not his body parts inside of you.

However, the reception is huge. This does not make sense, except from a very American modern standpoint. I'm here for the food porn, though.

At the party Cressida bitches about and Penny (again, desperately) tries to hook up Cousin with anyone but Ducktail Colin. Eloise is still trying to figure out who Gossip Girl really is.

Cousin Wears-Curtains-Again tries to seduce Ducktail Colin in the study, alas, he's too honourable, but wants to marry her nevertheless, but he wants to wait. She can't wait, though, because of the pregnancy thing, oh no!

The Queen is at the reception, too. You can't tell me that the woman who tried to intervene with the getting wed thing as a whole because she didn't get enough attention is okay with being at the reception and not the church? 'scuse me? What is a characterisation, even.

Turns out Lady Danbury (remember, Dukey's awesome fairy godmother) isn't Whistledown, but the Queen is intrigued by Eloise's investigations. Also, Middle Bridgerbro had a threesome with not only the Dressmaker but also his (hopefully bi, because representation, probably gay because cliché) host's wife. Awkward to meet her again on your sister's wedding day.

Daphne gets THE TALK from Lady B, whose boobs are glorious in this scene, but honestly, couldn't you have done that on any other day?

I cannot bear to watch this while I'm eating.

Is Daphne going to wear her hair up now that she's married, at least?

Sappy goodbyes ensue as Dukey and Daphney go off to their honeymoon. Her cloak looks like a bedsheet.

How is this episode not over yet?

Oh no, they'll spend their wedding night at and inn rather than at a palace. Awkward silence ensues on the ride there, but the landscape and the inn are pretty.

Man, that centre part and those bangs look so. Bad.

They have separate bedrooms, which is a bit weird but so is this whole inn business. *shrugs * Daphne paces in hers, Dukey in his, and this writer is reminded of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.

Drama. Ugh. Communication is key.

Here we go with the make-up sex, though, and here we also go with the soft porn my best friend already warned me ab... no fucking shift! Are these stays laced with satin ribbon?

Oh look, it's Dukey topless again. Daphne's face just annoys me to no end. I'm so sorry because she really can't do anything about it, she was born with it, but it annoys me.

Uh, Dukey butt! I have the sudden urge to burst into "First Penis" from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. They really made a song for every occasion.

Dukey, couldn't you have started with your hands? What is a foreplay? "Hey, girl, remember when I told you to get yourself off? This is basically the same!" *inserts genitals * It's fairly tastefully shot soft porn, though.

I don't think she came. How about oral now?

God, we made it into the second half of this series.

Give me strength.

This concludes Episode 5.

To Be Continued

(maybe with female orgasms?)

#Bridgerbore #Bridgerton #recap #uuugh

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itsthewickedwitchofthewest · 4 years

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craft.

The Key to Being a Balanced Busy Mom Witch

The key to being a balanced, busy mom witch is to fit small rituals and magical habits into your daily mundane routine. THEN when you have extra time (the gods allowing) on the weekends, nights, and holidays, fit your more elaborate rituals in.

1. Transportation Magick

Most busy mom witches are driving their kids around from place to place: to school, sports, clubs, friends’ houses, doctor’s appointments, etc. We are literally our children’s chauffeurs on a daily basis. In the midst of all the driving, instead of loathing the commute, mix a little magick into your journeys! Play your favorite witchy music, look for divine messages on license plates or in the clouds, and talk to your guides and ancestors once the kids have left the vehicle.

2. Morning Blessings

In the morning, bless your coffee, tea, and breakfast by drawing sigils or symbols over them. Pray to your goddess while getting ready in the morning (you can easily work praying into your showering and while getting dressed). If you are an early riser, try waking up earlier than the family to spend a few moments at your altar. Give offerings, pray, chant, or meditate while the house is still quiet!

3. Divination on the Fly

Whether you’re in the car line picking up the kids or running down a grocery aisle, divination on the fly is a great way to add magick to any moment and connect with the divine. Read nature signs while outside, practice listening to others’ conversations to divine a message, OR try a Rune or Tarot app on your mobile phone. You could pick a card or rune anywhere and at any time!

4. Lunch Break for the Busy Mom Witch

If you’re a working mom and get a lunch break, take advantage of the time you have. Instead of eating inside, take your lunch outside and enjoy the fresh air and connect with nature. Or eat your lunch then go for a quick walk. If you can’t get outside, sit quietly and listen to a witchy podcast or meditation through your phone/earbuds. If you have your kids at home with you, take them for a nature walk too!

5. Add Magick to Your Chores

As a busy mom witch, the chores never seem to end. Some days I feel myself drowning in laundry, other days I want to throw the dishes away in the trash. Instead of loathing or avoiding our chores, why not work some magick into them? For example, bless your laundry room and dedicate it to a domestic goddess. Add different herbal infusions to your wash for different intentions. Scry with soap bubbles while doing the dishes. Sweep the house and sweep away negative energy.

6. Cooking Magical Meals

Cooking is one of those things we have to do as busy mom witches. If you’re a kitchen witch, you may already work magick into your meals. But if you’re not, consider learning how to add intention into your meals, work with culinary herbs, make teas and more! All easy ways to be a busy mom and a witch simultaneously – practice while cooking and cleaning.

7. Checking the Mail

You wouldn’t think checking the mail or taking out the trash could be magical, but I’m here to confess that it is! Any time I walk outside, I take in the world around my driveway and home. I look for nature signs and omens, i.e. feathers on the ground, birds in the trees or flying overhead, new plants or flowers, etc. While you check your mail, say hello to Mother Nature. A simple yet serene moment in a busy mom’s day.

8. Less Screen Time

While TV and scanning our phones may seem relaxing, in reality we are cheating ourselves of key spiritual and mental time. I’ve made an effort to lessen my screen time at night by replacing it with thirty minutes or more of reading. Read a witchy fiction or non-fiction after the kids are asleep instead of scanning through FaceBook or watching Netflix.

9. Locking Up the House

Every busy mom has a sundown routine. You know what I mean – you walk around the house and close the blinds, turn on lamps, and lock the doors for the night. Have you ever thought of adding a little witchcraft to that routine? While locking my doors at night, I also magically lock them by drawing a protective rune with my finger over them. I also take a quick moment to pray to my ancestors and goddess for protection and blessing over my house.

10. Cherish the Holidays and Moments

Even though it gets busy on the holidays, most of us have at least a few moments of relaxation and family quality time. Cherish these moments – create your own witchy family holiday traditions to continue each year. Even if it’s not a holiday, breathe and be thankful for the small moments with your children and loved ones. Love is what keeps a witch’s power flowing

11. Get the Kids Involved

Trying to figure out how you can work magick and keep the kids entertained? Get your kids involved! There are so many fun crafts and activities that kids would enjoy that would also support your witchcraft practice. Craft suncatchers, sew dollbabies/poppets, bake fairy cakes, etc. My daughter enjoys looking at my oracle card collection, so when I want to do a quick reading I let her admire the artwork. There are many ways to be a mommy AND a witch…you just have to be creative!

#witch community #witchblr #witches #witches of tumblr #spellwork #magick

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An Unusual Tail of Love [2]

Genre: Romance/Angst/Fluff/Smut/Fantasy (Mermaid AU)

Pairing: Human Jungkook X Mermaid Reader

Summary: Junkook encounters Y/N, a helpless and innocent mermaid by the far ends of the sea shore. His immediate thought is to flee and wake up from this very realistic dream but when she asks him to save her with her deep blue, enchanting eyes, he chooses to protect her. He believes that in saving her, he’ll be able to rediscover his lost passion as an artist.

Rating: M

Taglist: TBA (Let me know if you’d like to be added and notified about updates on this fic)

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Chapter: 2

A/N: Please forgive any errors.

⚠️WARNING⚠️: An innocent, non-fuckboyish, sweet but ‘shirtless’ Jungkook ahead. A semi-naked you..xD

JK’s P.o.V.

When he was still a child, Jungkook used to wonder why the kids his age talked about magic and fantasy and about witnessing something extraordinary. Something different. Something that he only use to hear from his mother in her bedtime tales. He never imagined coming across a beautiful fairy in the woods or saving one, like the other children his age loved to. Jungkook never gave such things the time of his day because he has always been a sensible child who keeps his head out of the clouds. So now that he is actually experiencing this unusual occurrence, he doesn’t know how to react. There’s literally no excitement in his form. Not even the slightest. What he is feeling though, is fear.

A tiny part of him that he has kept locked away till now— apart of him that has always wanted to explore the oddities is thrilled but the majority of him is scared of this unknown..

Jungkook can hear the waves crash across the sandy shore, wetting the tips of his feet just as much as the shiny fin of the mermaid on top of him. A bristle of wind touches his skin and he gulps. Jungkook was never a believer, okay? All that magic and fantasy shit is more of Taehyung Hyung’s thing. Not him though. No, not Jeon Jungkook. He has always been a realist because well..it’s real.

“Please..save me..”

Jungkook hears the girl’s statement of plea yet he completely disregards it, swiftly pushing her off of himself and scrambles farther away from her. Her completely uncovered breasts aren’t as much of a sight to him as the lower half of her body which consists of a single, long, blue tail instead of normal human legs. He shakes his head and rubs his eyes in hopes of seeing clearer and realizing that he’s only been hallucinating due to the heated rays of the sun. But nothing of the sort happens. The mermaid is still there and very much real. She is short of breath, the gills on her neck unable to help her respire at all. Anguish and helplessness are written all over her pretty face as she is trying desperately to crawl closer towards him.

“I’m not a monster!” she screams at him. “I just..I’m just alone!”

Jungkook ignores her, rummaging through his shorts in search of his cellphone when he recalls he had decided to leave it at the lodge. He didn’t think it’ll be necessary to have a phone whilst shooting at the beach. He simply wanted to explore the surroundings in hopes of being able to get back into the habit of making GCFs that his fans and he himself loves so much.

The panic and adrenaline aids him in standing up and he manages to jog further,reaching the rocks from where he had leaped off a minute ago. But just as he is about to escape, his conscience yet again gets the better of him and he commits the mistake of looking back. His eyes fall upon her’s and for the second time now, he feels a weird emotion— an inexplicable connection. It’s like their encounter was meant to be..

Jungkook’s body acts on instincts as if being called out by her and before knowing it, he finds his legs taking him back to her. He stops before her and she immediately latches a palm onto his leg in her last attempt at begging.

He sighs heavily. God he doesn’t know what he’s doing! Is any of this real? Is this actually happening? Maybe this is all a conspiracy of the universe. Maybe the universe wants him to believe in the unimaginable..

“Please..” is all that she is able to mumble before she finally passes out and he notices her tail beginning to thin, a small lining visible in the middle, along its length. The fish-like fins at the end begin fading until finally they are replaced by a pair of very human-looking feet. The lining along the middle of her fin deepens until it breaks her tail into two limbs of equal size and proportion and he realises what’s actually happening. He stares with amazement at the freshly formed pair of human legs on this girl/mermaid’s body as their bluish tone washes away, replaced by milky, white skin.

The fear within him is substituted by interest. He crouches down and places a palm near her nose. He can feel small release of air from her nostrils which is a sign that she’s still breathing. He frowns but then notices that the fine indents of gills on her neck have disappeared completely.

The fainting must be because she’s a being of the sea and the transformation is definitely a measure taken by her body to adapt itself to land. In fiction, water is essential to a mermaid's life even more than it is to humans. So for a moment, Jungkook wonders if he should just pick her up and toss her into the sea. That is bound to help, right? He mentally slaps himself at the ridiculous idea. He needs to be serious here. She had been sitting at the edge of the sea all this time. If she had wanted to, then she’d have jumped into the sea long ago which brings him to two plausible conclusions: either she didn’t want to live in the water bodies anymore or something was (and maybe still is) keeping her from going back. Therefore, taking her towards the sea is not an option for now.

So the first thing that Jungkook does is taking off his black hoodie. A part of him is glad that this mermaid is lying on her stomach because it’s atleast protecting the intimates between her newly formed legs, letting only her shapely butt be visible to him. He mentally berates himself for staring and with difficulty, manages to slip her small frame into his hoodie. It’s a good thing that the piece of clothing is big on her and reaches her knees. Then he picks her up bridal style, walks over the rocks and sloppily zips his camera bag. He slings it back onto one of his bare shoulders and starts jogging in the direction of the lodge.

Panic returns as soon as he arrives at the lodge. He didn’t think this through on his way here. How is he going to explain about this half-naked woman in his arms!? In the 6 years that he’s been with his hyungs, none of them has ever showed up with a woman at their dorm or any work sites. They prefer to keep their flings as private as possible.And Jungkook has never even had a fling. So how the hell is he gonna explain this mess!?

He sighs in worry and begins approaching the lodge. Jungkook is relieved when the company’s guard stationed outside the lodge doesn’t question him about the woman. He completely ignores the man and stumbles inside only to find the whole place void of any living activity. Where did everyone go?

“Jeon-ssi” Jungkook nearly jumps at the grim tone of voice and turns around. It’s the guard from before. He bows respectfully even though he’s probably older than Jungkook but Jungkook can only nod in response as his body is pretty much occupied right now due to another person being in his hold.

“Jeon-ssi, everyone left to enjoy the beach but they were worried since you had forgotten to take your cellphone and keys to this place.” The guard informs and Jungkook nods again sheepishly. These days he’s become so careless.

“If you want, I can call the others—”

“No thanks!” Jungkook blurts out, his face scrunched with worry. He still doesn’t know how he’ll explain this all to his Hyungs. He needs to think of a way to make them believe him first because he’s damn sure no one will accept his words if he tells them that this girl he brought with him is a real mermaid. He needs someone good with words. Someone who is patient but is also taken seriously at all times. A name instantly pops up in his mind and he clicks his fingers.

“Can you call Sarang noona?” Jungkook asks the guard in an unsure voice but relaxes when the guard nods in affirmation and pulls out his phone.

Meanwhile Jungkook heads upstairs with the girl in his arms with no difficulty.She isn’t heavy at all. He lowers her onto his satin bed-sheets and stares at her. It’s still hard for him to believe he saved an actual mermaid’s life. Well..he’s not sure if he saved her but the moment her tail transformed into legs, the fine indents of gills on her neck had disappeared too. And he can see the proper rise and fall of her chest, indicating that she can breathe like a normal human. So basically, her body’s transformation saved her. It's impressive how quickly her body adapted to the whole situation.

She moans suddenly and Jungkook is immediately at her side. He watches her, searching for any evidence of displeasure on her face but thankfully her breathing is even which means she’s only gone into a sleep. Maybe staying out of water for too long had weakened her body and the fainting was a result of loss of strength. In that case, it’s better to let her stay asleep like this.

An image of her enchanting eyes flashes in his head and he smiles. He has no idea why but coming across her today was a beautiful experience. Even with the fear of something new and unknown lurking in his being, he had felt so alive and blissful in those moments. And it’s the same even now. Her presence right now, in this very moment feels very soothing to him. The slow rise and fall of her chest, the slight flush to her cheeks, her chapped yet still pretty, pink lips, her whole tiny form in nothing but his black hoodie is a breathtaking sight. And although inappropriate to admit, the sight is also kind of a turn on. He has never seen a women like this. Moreover, he’s never been with a woman like this, wearing his clothes and sleeping on his bed. He knows its wrong but he can’t help but feel pleased at the sight. Caught in the moment, he picks up his cellphone from the side table, scrolls to and opens the camera app and snaps a picture of the innocently asleep beauty on his sheets. He thinks about using his digital camera instead because a phone’s camera won’t do justice to her heavenly form. And just as he turns around to act on his whim, he finds three pairs of eyes already watching him.

Jimin nudges Taehyung, the two smiling in amusement at their donsaeng but Manager Sarang glares bullets into him.

“Ho-How long have you guys been standing there?” Jungkook stutters out, something very uncharacteristic of him.

“Long enough to see you stare at her like a love-struck teenager.” answers Taehyung, a sort of pride in his eyes.

“No! I–”

“Is this why you left without telling us!? To find gullible women and take advantage of them!? I didn’t expect this from you of–”

Jimin places his palm over Sarang’s lips to stop her from scolding his baby brother any further. “Lets not jump to conclusions and let him explain.” He tells her softly. She narrows her eyes once at him but agrees.

Jungkook glances at Jimin hyung, who’s smiling reassuringly at him. It always surprises Jungkook how much Jimin understands him without him having to say a word.He is forever going to be thankful of Jimin.

“I..” He stops, wondering what exactly he should say now that he’s given a chance at explaining himself. He’s sure if he says shit like he came across a mermaid on the beach, he’ll get suspicious stares. He needs to take it slow. “I found her all alone, unconscious on the beach..” Yes! This is better. He can start from here and reveal about the whole mermaid-thing later on.

“And she was naked too?” Sarang asks, immediately noticing the flaw in his lie. Damn she is good!

“Ye-Yes” he tries to be confident but fails. He’s been stammering a lot today. What’s wrong with him?

The three elders eye him momentarily. Fortunately, Taehyung breaks the tension and shrugs his shoulders. “We can just wait for her to wake up and hear what she has to say on the matter.” Jimin nods in approval at the suggestion and drags his unwilling personal manager on his way out of the room.

“Oh wait!” Jungkook runs to the threshold of his room and peaks out at the retreating figures. They turn heads, stopping on the stairs and await his next words. “Noona, can you get her some clothes? Um..along with undergarments..” He asks awkwardly but thank goodness, she responds with an affirmative nod.

Y/N’s P.o.V.

Your eyes fidget as you rouse from your slumber. Funny. You don’t recall resigning to your bed of kelp to sleep. You don’t even recall swimming back through the sea to return to your home. The realization makes you snap your eyes open and sit up.You look down at yourself, lifting your arms in confusion, only to find your form covered in some sort of thick but soft material— a kind of material you have only ever seen non-mers use to cover their bodies. But why are you covered in it!? Your eyes dart around, trying to come up with some sort of explanation but then you notice you’re in a completely alien environment. When did all this happen? Panic begins bubbling within you, giving rise to a strong headache.

A sudden clicking sound from the side makes your whole form jump in fright. You avert your eyes towards the source to find some kind of space, a passage opening up and something, no,a non-mer appears. As soon as you meet his gaze, your memories begin bombarding your head. You recall all the bloodshed, the iron bars, the yelling voices, the mocking snickers and the distasteful frowns. All of it starts coming back. All of it till you remember a memory of yourself swimming away to the land where you came across this same non-mer.

“Please..save me..”

Your own words of plea echo in your head and you stare at the non-mer. Judging by the physique, your guess is that he’s a male. You were taught that a male non-mers generally referred as ‘Man’. So it was this man! He was the one who had heard you sobbing at the shore and had come to your aid. He is looking right at you, his hands weirdly moving over his upper body, as if trying to cover himself.

“You!” you address him since the lack of knowledge of his name and try to get out the soft thing that you had been sleeping on, only to tumbledown.

The man was immediately at your side, catching you mere seconds before the fall can occur. Instinctively, your arms wrap around him and you bury your head in his chest.

“Are you okay?” he asks gently and you nod once into his chest.

JK’s P.o.V.

After requesting for a fresh pair of clothes from Sarang Noona for the mermaid, Jungkook drapes a blanket over her small form and goes to freshen up into the washroom. He takes a quick shower and puts on a clean pair of boxers and then wears his swimming shorts again instead of searching for some different clothes. Splashing his face with cold water, he stares at his tired face. So many thoughts are going through his mind. What is he going to do with that mermaid when she wakes up?There’s no way his hyungs won’t find out. Even if he manages to keep the mermaid from revealing her true self, sooner or later everyone is bound to find out. Shouldn’t he avoid that inevitable scenario and simply tell them himself? But the chances of them believing the raw truth are even lower. And he can’t always keep her around either.

So then..what is he supposed to do?

With all these thoughts muddling in his head, he walks out of the washroom. And suddenly, he regrets not putting on a shirt. The little mermaid on his bed is not asleep anymore. Fora moment, she stares at him in confusion and he stares back, trying to cover as much of his exposed chest with his arms as possible. He maybe a “bad boy” on the stage but he actually gets shy easily if people look too long at him.

“You!” she shouts out of the blue and jumps off the bed to reach him. Her newly-formed legs however stagger and Jungkook sprints to her, catching her mere seconds before the fall. It must be because she most likely never had legs and so, her brain and body aren’t coordinated enough to use them yet. She wraps her arms tightly around his naked torso and buries her face in his chest. He gulps at the skin contact and tries to stay calm.

“Are you okay?” he asks, hoping she doesn’t catch the shyness in his tone. She moves her face up and down in what he thinks is a nod.

The two of them stay still, unsure of how to continue on with this conversation.

“You’re a mermaid and you were actually at the sea.” Jungkook says more to himself, to confirm to himself that all of this is not just him lucid-dreaming about fantasy novels turning into reality.

The girl/mermaid nods again in response to his statement and speaks, “Yes, I’m a mermaid. And I..” she hesitates for an instant before going on, “I swam away..”

Jungkook stares down confusedly at her sad expression. Swam away? Is this an equivalent expression used by sea-folk to convey an act of “running away”? He scratches his chin, his other hand still resting around her waist.“You mean you left the sea?” He asks.

She nods and looks up at him. But just as she is about to elaborate more on her previous statement, the door to his room opens and in comes Sarang Noona with two carry bags in her hands.

She sighs at the state she finds the two standing in. Then closes her eyes and shakes her head. “Jungkook, I won’t ask about what you two are upto right now, so just leave us. I’ll help her with changing clothes. After that,”she pauses for dramatic effect and points a finger at the girl/mermaid, “this girl will answer everything downstairs.”

A/N: So the name of Jimin’s manager was chosen “Sarang” because once an international fan on fancafe had asked what she should take-up as her korean name. A k-army suggested “Sarang” which means lovely. That I-army told Jimin about her korean name and Jimin replied to her, saying her name is very “lovely”. Cute story, right? :3

So.. Y/N swam away from her home in the depths of the sea. Why? will be revealed in the coming chapters..

Hope you are looking forward to the next chapter. Feel free to send asks..:)

Until Next Time...

|MASTERLIST|

#jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #mermaid reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #angst #romance #fluff #mermaid au #modern fantasy au

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jcmorgenstern · 4 years

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jcm meta 2020 edition

not to be fake deep on main but i think i may have found a way to make some vague amount of sense of the 3b edom flashbacks and the wild inconsistency between 2b and 3b’s versions of jonathan’s backstory. this quickly devolved into tracing a reading of Jonathan’s character arc identity through his appearance. Rambling and “i can do #deep lit crit takes on a fire exitinguisher” nonsense to come

So in 2b, Jonathan says to Valentine that “the demons” burned him because he was “too beautiful for this world, too human.” This clashes poorly with the 3b flashbacks that show Lilith burning him out of a misguided sense of love (when she says she is his true mother when he first arrives in edom and holds him and and it burns), or for disobedience (he talks back to her in the throne room and she burns his face, seemingly purposefully).

The first backstory, told to Valentine, can easily enough be written off as a lie or an unreliable narrator situation. Jonathan isn’t particularly good at telling the truth or expressing himself even when he wants to (unless he’s talking metaphorically about himself while giving spurious advice in 2b?). I don’t think it’s particularly realistic for him to tell Valentine the full truth, anyway, especially when he plans to kill him. His axe to grind in that scene is with Valentine, anyway, not Lilith, so it wouldn’t make sense for him to focus on her as his abusive parent figure (also it’s pretty clear they hadn’t even thought about her yet). One traumatic past at a time, so to speak.

The big inconsistency is the crispy elephant in the room. In 3b, Jonathan has some nasty but mostly cosmetic burns; in 2b he, well, IS a burn. Additionally, at 28 years young, Luke does not make a very convincing 13-15 year old. Bowlcut or no.

I’m not defending what was clearly laziness or lack of budget to hire an actual child actor. But if you think about it, blonde bowlcut 8 year old Jonathan may be the last image of himself he has before escaping Edom and taking on Sebastian’s face, as past that his face and identity have been completely burned away. Sebastian looking like a grown-up version of his younger self (blonde, blue eyes, fringe) supports this reading—before waking up as a redhead in 3b, the last self-image he has is of himself at 8 years old.

Thus, Luke being in the 3b flashbacks can be read as Jonathan filling himself as he is, trying to fill that gap, the years of not even knowing what he would look like between childhood and adult rebirth. (How’s that for a shitty puberty?) I’ve likened the body horror of being a Walking Burnt Drumstick to Frankenstein’s monster—he is viscerally hideous to others, cut off from human connection, and made monstrous by that isolation. It’s also a representation of the lack of identity—his identity as Valentine’s demon son is destroyed and eventually replaced with that of Lilith’s son (and, as the red hair suggests, Clary’s brother, something that is….uh, overwhelmingly important to him). It’s also an embodiment of the fundamental childishness of his character—his identity, emotional ability, and self-conception is physically stuck between childhood and adulthood, and he isn’t fully either one.

He’s narrating the 3b Edom flashbacks to Clary, actively constructing and interpreting his own past. These aren’t reliable narrations by any stretch of the imagination—in fact, I think they function better if read as a construction or fictionalization of his experience. Bits and pieces of many memories: tossing a ball in the throne room, Lilith saying she will love him like no one else, telling him about Clary and the Morningstar sword, a prince trapped in a tower, being burned. Revising his past to see himself not as Valentine’s son, or Lilith’s, or even just his own person, but Clary’s brother.

Thus, bowlcut Luke sulking around with mildly convincing prosthetic burns pretending to be 15 can be read as Jonathan’s attempt to fill in the gaps in his own memory, to construct for himself an appearance that draws from both and bridges the gaps between his childhood self and his reborn adult self. The (very bad) bowlcut from his childhood, the face and hair color of his adult self. In doing so, he attempts to reconcile the two identities, the two separate parental traumatic experiences (Valentine and Lilith).

We can see in live time how absent any strong parental force in his life, he turns to the next best thing—his sister—and begins enfolding her into his constructed identity. Clary is the only one who can save him from Edom with the sword, their shared blood being the key, never mind he escapes completely on his own with Clary none the wiser. The childish fairy tale of princess rescuing the prince in his tower from the evil stepmother.

There’s a sad kind of way the twinning bond is an echo-chamber of sorts—Jonathan is looking to Clary to complete him, to give him direction and purpose, the way Valentine and Lilith did. Except the way the bond works, she can only parrot his own unfulfilled motives and wants back at him. (See the fic ouroborous by xanisis, be sure to use promo code crispyboy at checkout). This is why both Jonathan and dark!Clary become increasingly hysterical about protecting the bond—each are profoundly unfulfilled by the increasing loneliness and solipsism of Jonathan’s longing for connection, which makes them both hold on ever harder.

Through this lens, it’s almost apropos that Jonathan’s worst fears—becoming something truly inhuman, truly monstrous—comes to pass. All struggles and suffering cease when he’s reborn yet again as a “god” in the Seelie Court, bleached blonde, sprouting wings, and emoting like a brick wall. He takes up the Queen’s ambition to rule and pursues it soullessly, mixed with a confused conception of revenge—against Clary, seemingly now the avatar for the world that wronged him, not much more than a ghost of himself. (Incel territory is neighboring).

Ultimately, Jonathan and Clary’s only moment of connection where she isn’t projecting his own emptiness back to him is as he dies. Her kindness isn’t killing him, but validating the one human connection he thinks he has, completing the fictionalization of their relationship he’d developed to make sense of his experience (which, honestly, is a lot of disjointed abuse backstories held together with dental floss). As if symbolizing this completion, Jonathan’s body (in true YA fashion) magically turns back from the white-haired emptiness to his original reborn appearance, the red hair and green eyes that marked him out in his eyes not as the unwanted child but as Clary’s brother.

tldr i missed overanalyzing this damn show specifically churning out thousands of words on this stupid mother sisterfucker

#jonathan morgenstern #i love a crispy boy #is this even coherent? unknown #have it anyway

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tooshytobeabooktuber · 4 years

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Song of the Dryad by Natalia Leigh Book Chat *Spoilers*

This year I have been trying really hard to expand my horizons as a reader. So, I’ve been seeking out books that aren’t widely discussed on book blogs and book tube. I have also been trying to read more books that are self published because I think it is really important to support indie authors, as an aspiring writer myself.

Well guys, if you’re looking for a new indie author to support I have just the one. Anyone mildly familiar with the author community on Youtube has probably come across one of Natalia Leigh’s videos. As I begun my deep dive to find indie authors she was one of the first ones I stumbled across. So, I bought her book. And I have A LOT of thoughts.

Overview-

Song of the Dryad is a contemporary young adult fantasy novel set in a fictional Colorado town. The protagonist, Charlotte Barclay, lives a typical life with her family. That is until one day her mother is kidnapped by fairies (that’s right you heard me) and she is whisked into their world and sent on an adventurous quest to get her mother back and restore magic to the fae. I gave this book four stars, I really really loved it. However, I will explain later why this didn’t quite make it to five stars in my opinion.

Writing-

One thing Natalia Leigh did excellently was establishing and maintaining the atmosphere. The perpetual fall setting gave the book a very cozy and quaint vibe that I LOVED. The prose were cohesive and relatively clean throughout the whole thing. I could tell that this was really well edited. However, one *teensy* criticism, there was a lot of pointless exposition in the very beginning that felt a little tedious. I understand that the story had to be set up correctly or the reader would have been totally lost, but it felt like Leigh did the majority of the heavy lifting and didn’t let the reader infer or come to understand anything about the characters. Other than that, there were several moments when figurative language and imagery were done really nicely (and I CAN’T STAND dumb figurative language so kudos to her). Overall, it read fairly easy and had few pacing errors.

Plot-

Okay, this is where I think the story lacked the most. The plot had a very small scope, which isn’t necessarily an issue, but I felt like there were some moments when things just didn’t quite add up. For example (SPOILERS AHEAD) shortly after Charlotte’s mom disappeared the news was broadcasted on television to the entire town. Her best friend, Melanie, found out about it from seeing it on the news. This caused one of the major conflicts for the contemporary plot and I thought it was a little dumb. Your best friend’s mom goes MISSING and you’re mad??? at her??? for not telling you right away? I feel like this conflict could have been replaced with something a little more fantastical, or at the very least interesting. Also, I felt like for the first 40% of the book, there was NO sense of urgency. HER MOM WAS MISSING AND SHE WAS DILLY DALLYING AROUND FOR THE FIRST HALF FALLING IN LOVE. But, I must say, the romance was very cute. This sense of urgency did pick up later in the book, but I feel like it could have been handled a smidge better. (By presenting these criticisms I am in no way attacking the author. I really respect her as an artist and I overall really loved this book, but I can’t shy away from talking about the few issues I did have with this book).

The things I really liked about the plot were the Wiccan elements woven through the story and the side characters we got to follow. I thought those were real strengths of the novel. The magic was pretty low key for the majority of book but when it was shown I LOVED LOVED LOVED how whimsical and cute it was. The way the subplots were woven into the main plot was also handled extremely well imo. I loved how things wrapped up and I was basically sobbing by the end so go Natalia!

Characters-

As previously mentioned, this novel had a lot of interesting and diverse side characters. I enjoyed Charlotte and the love interest (Arthur). But, I think characters like Aspen and Freddie (a f/f couple might I add), Mrs. Nolan, and Loreena?? (Is that how it is spelled?) all brought unique and exciting arcs to the table. Also..... the damn naiad.... super cool. Just saying. I don’t have many complaints about characterization EXCEPT for Melanie.

Fuck Melanie.

She’s officially on my shit list. I don’t think this is really the author’s fault, but GOD I hated her. I did feel like her characterization was a wee bit weak, but the reason I disliked her was because she was so damn hard to root for. I don’t think she was a good friend to Charlotte until the very end and there wasn’t really a strong resolution to the conflict between them (but that is a plotting error). I thought Melanie was incredibly shallow throughout the majority of the novel and then did a complete 180 when it was convenient. Yeah, that was a no from me.

Some final thoughts-

This book tackled a lot in regard of theme. I really enjoy the trope presented in this book where, as a result of actions done by the humans that negatively impact the environment, magic/the magical world is somehow jeopardized or even begins to fight back. I LOVE THAT. I think it ties fantasy with problems facing the modern world in a relevant and interesting way. I loved that aspect of this book especially considering the good guys won in the end against the evil company tearing down Greenwood forest. This book had a really happy ending and the set up and payoff was SPOT ON, but it still left room for a sequel (I STILL HAVE QUESTIONS NATALIA WHERE IS BOOK TWO???? haha just kidding). Overall if you’re looking for a really fun and cozy contemporary fantasy with a guaranteed happy ending, I 100% recommend this book.

I hope you enjoyed my first book review guys! If you read the whole thing you’re a real trouper because I talk A LOT. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this. If you’ve read Song of the Dryad and have additional thoughts please feel free to leave a comment. I would love to discuss it further with you.

Love and Light always :) Florence <3

#bookblr #bookchat #bookreview #supportindieauthors #books #books & libraries #fantasy #fantasy review #bookblogger #bookaholic #natalialeigh #songofthedryad #novels #2020reads #readers

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Frkm 1 allll the way to 99. Also, the next SAO game eugeo lives as a sword and not die (thank GOD)

@2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolate bars- I will not eat lollipops.

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Cotton candy! I actually get super bad headaches from bubblegum.

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Probably lonely genius...

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Soda bottles!! I feel so fancy!! And old-timey.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

I guess tomboy even though I’m a boy??

7. earbuds or headphones?

Aren’t these the same thing? I think I prefer over-ear headphones, but I don’t really like either.

8. movies or tv shows?

Depends on the genre I guess. But as a main rule, live action- movies, animated- TV shows.

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Potato salad.

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Frankly, I wasn’t good, but I was really good at pissing all the jocks off-

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

I make myself these homemade egg mcmuffins. I enjoy them a lot. I am very picky about breakfast.

12. name of your favorite playlist?

I only have one and it’s very generic: The Gay From Rulid’s Playlist. Yes it’s on Spotify. Yes, it’s 99% anime openings and endings and maybe Bet On It from HSM2. Be ashamed of me. Go on.

13. lanyard or key ring?

Lanyard! Mine is a BNHA one I bought from an artist at Nekocon!

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Either Sweet Tarts or Nerds.

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

I usually have one leg tucked up under me and the other stretched out.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

A black and white pair of Skechers. They look like shit. They almost never are replaced by another shoe. Not even in the gross muggy heat.

18. ideal weather?

When it’s just warm enough to wear a t-shirt and sit in the sunshine, but cool enough that I’m not hot, and a little breeze is going. I think of this weather quite often.

19. sleeping position?

On my belly kinda spread out like a shounen protagonist.

21. obsession from childhood?

J.R.R. Tolkien. Have always been obsessed with him and his works.

22. role model?

Redundant, but Tolkien again. Linguist and writer. Living my dream.

23. strange habits?

I unplug things like microwaves, lamps, and TVs when I am done using them. Very little remains plugged in at my place. The modem, the fridge, and the clock. That is it.

24. favorite crystal?

Amethyst. It’s my sister’s middle name. And I especially like the purple ones.

25. first song you remember hearing?

Blue by Eiffel 65. I don’t know why that song sticks out so much in my memory but it’s nostalgic for me. Tiny AJ hyperfixated on this song before anything else ya’ll.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Curl up in the sun on a blanket and nap.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Hot cocoa blanket cuddles.

28. five songs to describe you?

Uhhhh...I’m not very musically literate. Let’s go with Born This Way (the first person I came out to sent me that song so it feels special!), I’m Free to Be Me by Jamie Grace, Praying by Kesha, Shake It Off by Taylor Swift ( @delicateeuphorias would you believe it xD), and right now thinking about someone dear to me who’s been gone See You Again is stuck in my brain.

30. places that you find sacred?

Arboretums or big botanical gardens where I can get lost in the plants for a moment and take in how pretty they all are. And old monuments/big things people of the past built. A lot of things were built by people with no rights/freedom and I think about them and how despite the fact that they had nothing, they made such a lasting impact on our world.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

*slips on my Owari no Seraph cosplay* I will kick ass in this sweet ass cape-

33. most used phrase in your phone?

My phone seems to think it’s “Kirito’s ass” and I want it to not think that.

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

O-O-O-O’REILLYYYYYYYYYY’S...Autooo PARTS.

35. average time you fall asleep?

I’m an insomniac it could be 10 pm it could be 3 am who knows I sleep for an hour I’m up again...

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

Fucking CAN I HAS CHEEZBURGR cats.

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

This all boils down to how much I’m packing. Going for a sleepover? Duffel. Going to con? My giant suitcase with room for all the bells and whistles of cosplay.

38. lemonade or tea?

Tea!

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Oh cruel I looooove lemon. The pie!

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

In high school here- so, aside from me being the resident weirdo (I DID come to school dressed as the TARDIS), my senior class decided to squirt hundreds of bottles of chocolate syrup on the sidewalks. We were an open campus so it’s all in front of our classroom doors- we had no hallways. And then they. They fucking EGGED ALL THE DOORS. The whole campus smelled like...ick.

41. last person you texted?

My father and mother in a group text to cry about customers treating me poorly.

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

I prefer the jacket pockets because I still haven’t found a way to get men’s pants under the radar of my ever-watchful parents and women’s jeans pockets are SHITTY. Women gotta boycott this shit it is UNACCEPTABLE-

44. favorite scent for soap?

Peppermint...peppermint ^-^ I like to smell like...mint.

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy!

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

Recently I was reminded I live alone and my new favorite sleeping outfit...is...just some boxer shorts. Suck it dysphoria. Manly nightwear.

47. favorite type of cheese?

Pepper jack, Swiss, or ricotta.

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

Strawberry :3

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

I’m gonna sound so gay but when @disasterbikirito started laughing about a certain GIF and his laugh was so infectious I couldn’t help but laugh too.

51. current stresses?

Are you shitting me it’s everything. Every. Single. Thing. I cannot breathe. I am having meltdowns. Someone fucking save me I cannot deal with COVID well.

52. favorite font?

Garamond for writing in my free time, Doulous SIL for all the linguistics IPA symbols my greedy heart desires.

53. what is the current state of your hands?

Smooth but my fingertips have been gnawed on. I am stressed, okay?

54. what did you learn from your first job?

Gosh, lots of things. But the most important takeaway is that a good boss will genuinely care about you. I miss that man. He was so wonderful and so caring and taught me so much about theater. Technical things and artistic things and historical things. Sometimes I wish I could have made a career out of working under him.

55. favorite fairy tale?

Beauty and the Beast (AH...AH...I SEE YOU ROLLING YOUR EYES BECAUSE I’M TRANS. I KNOW. I *KNOW*.)

56. favorite tradition?

It’s a family tradition kinda unique to my household. Each year, we draw a name from a hat, and that name comes with a lot of words that describe us and what we liked over that year. We then each take a $20 bill and we go to a little hobby shop with cheap things in it and use that $20 bill to fill a Christmas stocking. We then hang them back up and empty the stocking full of candies and random silly things and have a good laugh and guess who filled whose stocking.

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

The first one is coming to terms with knowing my dad has a severe illness. It really shook my family up, and it’s terrifying us right now with everything going on, but after a while, I learned that he was smiling, so I could smile, too.

The second one is my mother coming back from her tour in the Middle East on top of the murder of my godmother. Two very stressful things happened at once. My mother got very violent from her PTSD and her best friend died in a horrible way. It was an adjustment for everyone, and it kind of ripped my family to pieces. I can say, though, that my parents are still married and are getting better, and my sister and I are coming back to the family to be more open and healthy.

The third, and maybe some of my followers are aware, was getting rid of my ex-fiance. He was a man who sexually assaulted me repeatedly and I won’t go into details beyond that. It took me 5 years to get rid of him and accept what happened, but I am a much happier person now and while I work through the trauma that caused me, I have the most wonderful partner by my side and if you had told me back then I’d find someone as kind and patient and loving as him, I would have laughed and thought you were insane.

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

Probably what I put on all my fanfic updates: “I know. I’m an asshole.”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

Some kind of shoujo romance but it’s bi also I want a sword.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

There was nothing more smartass than Alice Synthesis 30 in SAO 18 asking a reporter to open up his head and prove he was human I’m sorry like OOF-

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Get in losers, we’re playing Steppin’ Out by FLOW, Elle me dit by Mika, Blue by Eiffel 65, ADAMAS by LiSA, and Touch Off by UVERworld.

64. favorite website from your childhood?

I was on Webkinz more than I want to admit.

65. any permanent scars?

Yup. I have one on my toe where I split the skin in half. I tripped. I have three surgical scars from when I had my appendix removed. And...the mystery scar. I was supposedly born with a scar it’s at the part where my foot meets my leg on my left side and you can see how it’s stretched over the years if you run your finger over it. The joke is that the doctor taking out my mom’s appendix scratched me in the womb.

67. good luck charms?

Not really a charm but I do have a little Kirito keychain I carry everywhere I go that I fiddle with when I’m nervous.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Artificial bubblegum. Disgustiiiing.

70. left or right handed?

I am right-handed.

71. least favorite pattern?

Zig-zags.

72. worst subject?

History...I am ashamed. It’s interesting, I just suck at it.

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

Gingerbread and marshmallow. I am a bit picky about mixing foods and flavors, so this was the weirdest I could think up.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

Can you hear that? It’s my hysterical laughter. 12 on a scale of 10. I get up there pretty frequently. Thank you, chronic crippling pain.

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

I...I don’t remember...I don’t even remember...I think I had to be like what...kindergarten?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

THIS IS CRUEL I LOVE ALL POTATOS I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH-Au gratin.

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Aloe!

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Coffee from a gas station. Mark my words...I will never get grocery store sushi. Ever. Again. My stomach has not forgotten. What a mistake. That was.

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

So, my driver’s license hasn’t had an updated photo since I was 15 and just had a learner’s so I look like I want to murder a man but my school ID I had just run about a mile in the cold because the bus wasn’t running that day and my face is red and I look like I’m crying...probably the school ID...

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Jewel tones~~

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

I am from the South and we call ‘em lightnin’ bugs.

82. pc or console?

Errrrr console. I’m not a gamer by any means but there’s way fewer things to press on a console controller.

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Neither...what...no...neither...they will put me to sleep...I will be out in seconds...the most dangerous things...people talking...and then I’m out...

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie, she’s a LOT easier to dress. Those rubber clothes. SMH.

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies but they gotta be the soft ones.

87. your greatest fear?

Being swallowed in the ocean. By a fish or a whale. I don’t play. Church kid don’t play with big things in the ocean with big mouths.

88. your greatest wish?

To make enough of a difference in someone’s life that they learn to love themself.

89. who would you put before everyone else?

Such a selfish thought...gosh...the mere thought of prioritizing someone troubles me.

90. luckiest mistake?

Telling a cute guy sending me dog pictures was an excellent flirting technique as he sent me pictures of his puppy. I immediately thought “oh god I’ve fucked up bad” and at present we’re kinda head over heels for one another so maybe just be stupidly blunt once and a while you might find true love.

91. boxes or bags?

Boxes. My cat didn’t force me to say that. Not at all. Sock, buddy, off the keyboard-

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Sunlight. I like the sun. The sun is my friend. It is warm and would never betray me.

93. nicknames?

Sister calls me “spoony” when she’s being ridiculous. No, I don’t know what that means. Mama calls me “cakes.” I had friends who called me “Deku” because I’m a crybaby. Had a few people DM me and straight up call me “Eugeo” or “Eug.” AJ is technically a nickname.

94. favorite season?

Springtime!!!!! It’s...HERE!

95. favorite app on your phone?

I use like three apps...so Discord.

96. desktop background?

It’s. It’s Kirito and Eugeo. What did you expect.

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

Mama’s, dad’s, mine, and my parents’ house number. And does the emergency 911 count (pahahaha).

(I answered the others in delicateeuphoria’s ask!)

#ask #ask me anything #weird asks that say a lot #ask game #weeaboo-god

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Gratsu Bingo 2019, Gratsu Week 2019 Prompt: Pet AO3 | FF.Net

A Family With You

Disclaimer: All Fairy Tail Characters Belong to Hiro Mashima

Gray walked beside Natsu as they made their way back from an unexpectedly successful mission. No town had been destroyed, Natsu had listened to their plan and for once actually followed it perfectly. They’d received the full reward for their work. As Lucy and Erza walked ahead of them, happily discussing how they were going to spend the jewels they’d earned Gray couldn’t help but worry about his boyfriend.

Natsu just hadn't been himself since Happy had passed away, and Gray had to admit there was a Happy shaped hole in his heart as well. The Exceed had been a large part of both their lives from the moment he'd hatched when they were young. He'd been a constant companion to Natsu, helping him get over such things as Lisanna's loss, and finding out that not only was he Zeref's younger brother but also the most powerful demon ever created, E.N.D.

Happy had always had a smile at the ready or a prank, and only he was capable of getting Natsu into even more trouble than Gray ever could. But he’d also been a great friend, a good listener who never judged, even though they’d all learned to suffer through his “You looooooooooooooooove him” taunts. They all missed him.

But of course, none of them had shared as strong of a bond with him as Natsu had and for someone who had already lost so much in his life this most recent loss was almost enough to send him over the edge.

Gray sidled over to his boyfriend and grabbed his hand as they walked, something he didn’t often do. Even though they’d been together for years now, and there were probably few people left in Magnolia who weren’t aware of the fact that the Salamander and the Ice Prince of Fairy Tail were an item, Gray still didn’t like to bring attention to their relationship. It was something he cherished, and he preferred to only expose that side of himself to his lover in the privacy of their home.

Natsu looked over at Gray and gave him a small smile before going back to staring straight ahead.

Not one to give up easily, Gray decided to step it up a notch.

“How about we go away somewhere when we get back, just the two of us?” Gray asked, squeezing Natsu’s hand, “We could go to Akane Beach or anywhere you want.”

He peered at Natsu's reaction, hoping to see a flicker of excitement in the otherwise distant mage. Given how destructive they both were, they rarely had extra jewels to do something as extravagant as going away on vacation.

Gray could almost picture it, the two of them frolicking on the beach during the day, and making love at night. In his daydream, they had a private bungalow of some sort where they could give voice to their passion without anyone hearing them. Who knew, if things went well he might even get his act together and finally propose like he'd been meaning to.

When Gray finally came out of his daydream, he realized Natsu was openly staring at him, a slight smile peeking at the corner of his lips.

"That might be nice," Natsu agreed, and although his enthusiasm was nowhere near what Gray had hoped for, when Natsu squeezed his hand back, Gray was satisfied. They walked hand in hand until they reached the outskirts of Magnolia.

Xxx

They'd talked about their vacation a few times, but something always seemed to come up to keep them from going. Bit by bit Natsu seemed to be getting back to normal, his appetite was returning, and his infectious grin had made an appearance a few times.

But it wasn’t until the day that Gray suggested they go for a hike in the woods that he finally saw glimpses of the old Natsu. They had, of course, turned it into a competition because anything else was boring.

They'd raced through town from their apartment, but once they'd left the more populated areas behind them, no holds barred rules applied. The use of magic was acceptable as long as the terrain was not harmed, as was tripping and anything else they could think of to give themselves an advantage.

Gray hadn’t realized the ground around them was loose and when he tripped Natsu, the fire mage wasn’t able to grab hold of anything before the ground gave way underneath him, he began sliding down a steep ravine, shouting expletives at his boyfriend the whole way down.

Gray went after him, worried Natsu might have broken something when he heard a cry that he assumed to be of pain. He found Natsu sprawled at the bottom, looking intently at something in the distance.

As soon as he saw Gray, Natsu got up excitedly and grabbed him by the hand, all thoughts of their hike forgotten as he dragged Gray with him towards the object he’d detected.

“Where are we going?” Gray asked, not being able to make out anything but leaves.

"It's just up ahead," Natsu remained cryptic, but he sped up, and Gray let himself be pulled along, happy to see Natsu taking an interest in something.

When Natsu finally stopped, it was unexpected, and Gray nearly crashed into him.

“Careful,” Natsu hissed, “You’ll break it!”

That's when Gray finally saw what had captured Natsu's attention, and his heart sank. It was an egg, a relatively large one at that. It reminded Gray a bit of the one that Natsu had found all those years ago and had cared for with Lisanna until it hatched and Happy had entered their lives.

Why did it have to be another egg?

Gray had already thought of getting Natsu a pet, a cat or a dog that Natsu could love but it wasn't a good idea to replace one pet with another, and while Happy had been much more than a pet to them the idea was still the same. Natsu had to finish grieving for Happy before considering adopting another creature. Gray could only imagine whatever was in that egg would not be a typical pet. When did Natsu do anything normal?

Gray glared at the egg like it held the key to their imminent destruction. They had no idea what was inside it. He remembered Kemokemo and his destructive tendencies and shuddered. Eggs and Natsu were not a great combination.

But…. he couldn’t deny that Natsu already looked happier than he had in months. And, oh gods no, the puppy eyes were already aimed his way. Not fair!

“Can we keep it?”

“You have no idea what’s in there, the mother might have gone to catch food or something. If we touch it she’ll never come back,” Gray tried to put on a strong front, but he knew he was beaten as soon as he saw the flash of pain cross Natsu’s face. What kind of monster was he to deny his boyfriend the one thing that might make him happy again?

Natsu considered Gray’s point briefly, his nose sniffing the air around them. “There aren’t any other smells here besides ours and the trees. If the mother left it was a long time ago, she’s not coming back.”

Once again, those pleading eyes were aimed at him, and Gray caved like they both knew he would.

"Fine," he grumbled, and Natsu leaped into his arms, a massive smile on his face. The force of his jump propelled them both to the ground, and Gray took advantage of the moment to wrap his arms around his boyfriend and hold him against him, absorbing the joy Natsu was exuding. Maybe he'd been wrong, maybe Natsu was ready to move on.

Gray chuckled as Natsu peppered his jaw with kisses before taking off his topcoat. Gray gazed at him with longing, his hands already moving to touch the well-loved body only to find them slapped away as Natsu got off him.

He walked over to the egg and knelt next to it, picking it up gently and placing it in his coat, wrapping the fabric around it before cradling it in his arms.

Gray groaned in disbelief, what the hell had he done? The thing wasn't even hatched yet, and it was already a cockblock. He remembered their planned vacation and sighed, yeah, that wasn't happening any time soon. Still, that smile, it was just too cute. Natsu was happy, and that was all that mattered to him at the moment.

Xxx

“I think it’s a dragon!” Natsu exclaimed excitedly.

“We’ve been over this, dragons are extinct, the last ones lived inside you,” Gray reminded him. They had this conversation every day.

"Yeah, but Levy found a book, and it said that dragon eggs could go into stasis for a long time!"

“If it makes you happy to think so go ahead, I just don’t want you to be disappointed when it turns out to be a skunk or something.”

Natsu laughed, “Skunks are mammals stupid, they’re born not hatched.”

Gray blushed as he realized his mistake, “Whatever, it’s not a dragon.”

Natsu had become utterly obsessed with the egg. He took it everywhere, even covered it in blankets at night. Gray had put his foot down at having it share their bed, reminding Natsu that they were both restless sleepers and might accidentally hurt it. Thankfully Natsu had seen the wisdom in his words and had been satisfied with making a little bed for it in their room instead.

The following day Gray came home to find Natsu covering the egg in his flames.

“What are you doing?! You’re going to cook it!” Gray yelled, rushing to get the egg away from his idiotic boyfriend only to have Natsu wave him off.

“No, look, it likes it,” Natsu insisted and damn if he wasn’t right. The egg seemed to respond to the heat, wobbling until it reached Natsu, making the Fire Dragon Slayer laugh and hug it against his chest gently.

Truth be told Gray was beginning to get jealous of the egg, Natsu spent all his time obsessing over it and in Gray's opinion not enough time on him. He was getting tired of it, but at the same time, he was glad to see that whatever was inside the egg was alive.

He hadn't known what he would do if it didn't hatch. He did have the presence of mind to worry about the fact that the creature was drawn to fire.

But then Natsu began to sing the egg a lullaby, one Gray had never heard before, and he couldn't help but gaze at them fondly. He felt a warmth spread across his chest, putting thoughts in his head of their future.

Now that the egg had started interacting, Gray found he was just as fascinated with it as Natsu. The dragon slayer had somehow convinced Wendy and Gajeel that the egg contained a dragon inside it and now both of them were over at their house, sitting in a circle on the floor with Natsu, all of them staring at the egg in awe.

It surprised no one when Sting and Rogue appeared out of nowhere and made themselves at home. There was almost no room for Gray to sit in his own home and he swore that if Laxus and Cobra showed up, he was just going to move in with Erza. He couldn't handle all seven dragon slayers at once. No one could.

Thankfully that didn't happen, what did happen was quite amazing though. They heard a little crack, and a small tear appeared on the surface of the egg. The creature was ready to hatch. Natsu began purring, and the other dragon slayers joined in. They were ecstatic when the creature purred in reply.

The egg began to vibrate as the little creature inside it tried to break free. Gray went to try to help it only to be stopped in his tracks as five pairs of eyes fixed on him, and the dragon slayers all growled at him as one. He stepped back quickly, startled by their response.

“What are you doing?” Natsu asked him, looking, dare he say, disappointed in him.

“I was trying to help it,” Gray replied, thinking his actions pretty obvious.

“You can’t do that Ice Princess, it’s the dragon’s first test. He has to make his way out on his own.” Natsu explained in a voice that sounded like he was speaking to a slow child. It irritated the crap out of Gray, and it sure as hell didn’t help that the other dragon slayers seemed to agree with him.

“For the last time Natsu, that’s not a dragon,” Gray replied with exasperation, rolling his eyes as five pairs of eyes once again gave him a once over and seemed to find him wanting.

“Shhhh” Was the only reply as they all turned their eyes to the miracle that was happening on their floor.

Gray managed to wedge himself in between Natsu and Wendy, grabbing Natsu's hand in his as they waited anxiously. The little guy hadn't moved in the last thirty minutes, and Gray hated to admit it, but he was worried. The dragon slayers began purring again, and the creature replied in kind. Relieved that it seemed to be okay, the other dragon slayers went to buy some food, but Natsu and Gray decided to stay and watch over their egg.

Twenty minutes after the dragon slayers had left, the egg started to shake, the movements bigger than they had been earlier.

Natsu smiled proudly, “It was taking a nap, I think it should be any moment now.”

Gray draped his arm over Natsu’s shoulders, pulling him closer to him as they both watched the little guy struggle with bated breath. Natsu continued to purr to it, sometimes switching to the lullaby and Gray knew then without a doubt this is what he wanted someday. A family with this idiot, his idiot.

Finally, they were able to begin to see parts of the creature. It was red in color, and it was covered in scales. Its eyes were closed, but it was sniffing the air, it's head moving towards the two of them. He finally climbed out of the remains of his egg. His small wings unfurling behind him.

“I told you,“ Natsu couldn’t help but gloat when he took in the disbelief on Gray’s face as he gazed wide-eyed at the creature that sat in front of them licking himself.

Holy fuck! There was a red baby dragon sitting in their living room. How in the hell had a dragon egg survived all these years? All of a sudden, he remembered how the egg had been drawn to Natsu's fire and began to panic.

"Natsu, we can't keep a dragon as a pet," Gray pointed out, trying to sound reasonable.

“Why the hell not?” The temperature in the room increased as Natsu made his anger known.

"What do you mean, why not? He's going to burn our house down!"

"He'll do no such thing, Ice Block. Besides you said we could keep him, you can't just take it back!" Natsu's voice became louder, and it was making the dragon nervous, smoke began to trickle out of its nostrils.

“That’s when I thought it was a skunk or something.” Gray tried to keep his voice down, not wanting to upset the dragon further.

“I already told you skunks are born. Ugh you always do this! Why can’t you just let go for once?”

To Gray's surprise, the dragon made his way into his lap, away from Natsu. It curled up in its wings and in a few minutes was fast asleep. Gray looked at Natsu with pleading eyes, but Natsu would only smirk at his predicament. Next thing he knew, Gray found himself petting the infant in his lap, marveling over how smooth its scales were.

“Fine, we can keep him for now, but he’s soon going to be too big for this house.”

“I know, we can think of something then,” Natsu assured him.

“He needs a name,” Gray muttered.

“Igneel Junior!” Natsu announced.

“I’m not calling him Igneel Junior,” Gray protested.

“Fine, then how about just Junior?”

Gray rolled his eyes but accepted the name. The dragon slayers returned, upset they’d missed all the excitement but fascinated by the baby dragon sleeping in Gray’s lap.

It turned out raising a dragon was about as bad as Gray had anticipated, quite often he came home to find Natsu trying to ingest enormous amounts of fire and trying to pass it off as his own. Gray had decided early on to pretend to believe him, he didn’t have the heart to remind Natsu that he was an elemental Slayer as well and knew that wasn’t possible.

Natsu had taught Junior to talk, and he would call them Papa and Dad. They would take Junior with them on jobs and not surprisingly they had an easier time of things. Being able to ride a dragon made all their transportation easier, and it had the added benefit of not making Natsu motion sick. It turned out that very few bandits or monsters wanted to go against a dragon, even a young one. And Junior was very charming, he quickly became a favorite with all the guild members but especially with all the dragon slayers who had accepted him as part of their own.

Two years had passed since Junior had come into their lives and although Gray had yet to ask Natsu to marry him or take that vacation they’d become a family in everything but name.

Xxx

After a particularly difficult mission, they had come upon a small girl on their way back to Magnolia. She looked to be about three or four years old. She was covered in dirt, and her clothes were tattered, but she didn't seem to be afraid of them.

Natsu and Gray checked her over, deciding to take her back to the guild to see Wendy before figuring out what to do with her. The little girl was fascinated by Junior, she would extend her arm to touch him and then quickly pull it back when he tried to get closer. By the time they had gotten to Magnolia, Junior had managed to get her to sit on his back as he walked beside them, while Natsu had her talking and laughing softly.

Gray left Natsu and Junior with the little girl and went to report to Laxus what had happened. From the moment Gray entered the infirmary, he could feel the combined effect of two pairs of large puppy eyes directed at him and he pretended not to hear Laxus snorting at his predicament. It was ridiculous and unfair, Natsu was bad enough, but come on, a dragon shouldn't even be capable of that!

Fuck! He tried to fight it, but one look at his boyfriend and their dragon son, who had shoved his head in through the infirmary window, and their obvious desire to have this little girl join their family, had Gray’s heart melting.

“Fiiiiiine,” Gray groused, although they all knew it was an act.

It looked like he'd finally gotten the family with Natsu he'd always wanted. It was loud and unusual, but he wouldn't want it any other way. He guessed at this rate he'd have to get around to making an honest man out of his boyfriend. Gray chuckled, wondering what new adventures their honeymoon would bring.

A/N: I'm really excited that Gratsu Week is finally here! My favorite week of the year. I loved all the episodes with Natsu and eggs so I figured I'd write something along those lines. I hope you enjoy!

#fairy tail #gratsu #gratsuweek2k19 #gratsubingo2019 #ftlgbtales #ftfanfics #natsu x gray #fluff #gray x natsu #gray fullbuster #natsu dragneel #egg #dragon slayers #family #my edits

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ultralaser · 5 years

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i'm just gonna go ahead and spoil the fuck out of hellboy 2019 bc it's awful and i can't think of a good reason not to

thomas haden church shows up as lobster johnson! but he looks ridiculous, like, a cheap halloween costume version compared to, say, the period costumes in captain america or wonder woman. and he has NO SET UP so he just comes off like a joke, it's not, oh this is a wierd noir pulp hero in **gotham city**, it's, lobster johnson, nazi hunter. is hellboy a world with cool superheroes, and if so, why isn't hellboy one of them? is he an x men now? idk it doesnt work tho

baba yaga shows up! she has a house on chicken legs that's rendered beautifully, but then she has one of the worst face prosthetics i've ever seen, it literally looks like a cheap monster mask from party city. so much for the grace and elegant spookiness of a doug jones suit, this baba yaga mask can't even lip sync well

guy davis kaiju demons show up! but they aren't, cool, they're just, they have as much screen time as the ogdru jahad in hellboy 04, but they show up and start just gruesomly killing ppl, like same with thr giants fight earlier on, the movie uses the r rating to push a lot of just dismemberment, disembowelment, graphic bodily harm, it's gross and mean and dumb and out of character for the comics. therr's the helicopter shot of the tall man walking through the tower bridge, then two bat demons fky up in front of him and tear someone in half and all their guts fall out. what? why

king arthur and merlin show up! merlin is, christian for some reason? and king arthur is boring. this sequence is nearly saved by ian mcshane's narratiom, but not really. witches bad, she created a plague but not, the plague? england is the most important place in history, blah blah, no. king arthur legend of the sword does more with excalibur as a magic artifact, and drunk merlin from transformers the last knight is way more compelling than Christian Merlin, warrior for god

they do the quick ww2 origin flashback, ala thomas and martha wayne, joe chill, pearls. kroenen is there and looks bad, ilsa looks fine, rasputin, tbh feels like they got the same actor who did a poor job in 04, he's generic in a boring way, the whole scene is unnecessary

okay, so, then halfway! through, after hellboy has been sent to england to help the rebel general from rogue one, and they name their perennial giant hunt 'the wild hunt', and they all betray hellboy and stab him with a bunch of spears, and are killed brutally by giants, and then hellboy brutally kills the giants, and is rescued by new girl, who talks to ghosts and was rescued by hellboy from being replaced by a fairy changeling (who is back, running around putting milla back together after king arthur dismembered her and locked her still-living pieces in boxes around england?), and hellboy both knows her from all along but also hasnt been back since, and knows shes a psychic but also hasnt seen her since she was a baby, depending on the scene?

THEN finally daniel dae kim's ben daimio shows up, and he's NOT EVEN IN THE BPRD, he's with british intelligence, and he takes hank's anti-mutation polyjuice serum from days of future past to repress his were-jaguar form, and he has a special gun designed to KILL HELLBOY because he doesnt trust him not to be the actual devil, despite, HIMSELF, being cursed with a monstrous destiny

the scene in the trailer with hellboy, new girl, and daimio on a bprd mission, with hellboy punching daimio to activate his hulking out? THAT'S IN THE **SIX MONTHS LATER** EPILOGUE. the movie ENDS with the three of them finding abe sapien

so this whole thing? is a fucking ORIGIN STORY. it is EVERY SUPERHERO MOVIE FROM 78 TO IRON MAN TWO, it is ONE HERO, ALONE, IN A WORLD WITH NO OTHER HEROES. it's not even the x-men because they're not recruiting hellboy to join their team, it's like if the x-men were just xavier and logan and a nunch of fbi guys.

meanwhile, ddk and new girl are both americans doing british accents, david harbour is still playing hellboy as a 75 year old teenager, and ian mcshane, bless him, is just playing ian mcshane

also, just, i think the intent was for harbour to play it as the stone right hand is just really heavy? but it ends up looking like a cosplayer who misjudged the weight of his prop hand an hour into the con. i want to say del toro did a better job of making it look like, this is actually hellboy's hand, and not, this is ron perlman wearing a wierd prosthetic.

and also, amazing advances in prosthetic technology aside, why didnt they just get dave bautista, if they wanted surly hellboy, or dwayne johnson, if they wanted comic accurate charming hellboy, because neither of those dudes would have needed a muscle suit. hellboy ends up (AGAIN) looking like one of the fucking dwarves in the hobbit, who wore fat suits to look like they were built like john rhys davies, but if they turn their head wrong you can see their prosthetics floating like trump's wig

have the balls to give him his wierd jawline from the comic, or don't fucking bother

okay, okay. OKAY. so, you guys remember the BLOOD TORNADO from blade one, the 'original ending' on the dvd where frost turns into a whirling vortex of blood, and they superimpose the dorff's torso just kind of leaning out of it? and it looked awful both because it's super fake anyways but also unfinished? so, there is an EXTENDED scene where professor mcshane comes back as a ghost, and it's ian mcshane's head pasted onto a super fake ectoplasm tail coming out of new girl's mouth (which also, gross), and they forgot to give him a neck, and he's naked? and it's awful and only not laughable bc, frankly, ian mcshane is a treasure and spends the whole moving swearing a lot

and honestly, the most annoying part is that hellboy 19 cribs the ending from hellboy 04 where hellboy is about to give in to his cursed destiny and join team evil, until some white dude says 'no, stop, you have a choice thanks to your father'

hellboy popped into our plane in 1944 and it is 2019, dude is SEVENTY FIVE YEARS OLD. he is smarter than this shit, or at least, old enough to know better. i'm half his age and i can tell when someone is not negotiating in good faith.

and at least in 04 he was doing it to save liz, in the new movie witch milla ALREADY KILLED IAN MCSHANE and it still takes ghost mcshane to cuss hellboy out back to team good, talking him into using EXCALIBUR to rekill her instead of, destroying the world

and do they reconcile that EXCALIBUR was the key to the hellmouth, that hellboy pulling the sword from the stone started the biblical apocalypse? that england is the villain here? no, they joke that now hellboy is king.

OMG and i forgot merlin shows up again to tell hellboy HE IS LITERALLY DESCENDED FROM KING ARTHUR. his human witch mother fucked satan in the 1600s and gave birth to hellboy in hell, and then four hundred years later rasputin and the nazis summon him to earth as he's still a baby. does this make sense? no. is it comics canon. idk, who cares, it's BAD.

this movie is B A D in almost every way, it is amazing how bad it is. it is clearly a 'gritty' remake of the 2004 film, not in any way a new take on the comics. there are FIFTEEN YEARS of new bprd comics put out since that film for these guys to riff on, and they are still fundamentally misrepresenting beloved characters while also just, making up new bullshit.

but when del toro did that, it was del toro's cool bullshit. this is hellboy from the guys who said 'lets have jaime rape cersei on joffrey's tomb'

#hellboy #i dont want your garbage #spoilers

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A New Beginning: Chapter 5(part 1):A Deal Made and a Piece of Freedom Lost

As Joan pinpointed where their destination was, she realized that their belongings were gone! She was about to ask Adrian where their bags were, especially the big brown one. But before she could he spoke out, "And before you ask me where our luggage is, it's right behind us." Joan turned around and right before her eyes their luggage was levitating a few inches from the ground. And what was making this happen, was what appeared at first glance, three little glowing white orbs. "Really Adrian? You're making the caretakers carry our luggage?" Joan gave him a look that said, "Seriously?"

These 'orbs' were actually light fairies that Joan had picked up and adopted from her time that she spent in the fantasy realm for business purposes. (One of her 'adventures' from eight years ago.) The three fairies were triplets, a rarity to have in the realm of Fairy, especially if they were from the Light elemental faction. Joan and Adrian was given special permission, from the King and Queen of the Fairy realm, to have them, (the triplets), as assistants/family members of the famous hybrid family of Heaven. The triplets names were Lillian, Lorelei, and Lucille. Lillian was the oldest of the three of them. She has long, silky, and wavy hair that she would prefer to wear loose. And always prefers the most elegant and fancy things. That also includes her wardrobe. Lorelei was the middle child. She has semi-long, soft, and curly hair that she prefers to be in a ponytail than any other hairstyle. She's very athletic and old fashioned; and prefers things that are vintage or very antique-like. This also includes her wardrobe. Lucille is the youngest of the trio. And she, out of the two of her sisters has the shortest and straightest hair, and prefers to have her hair in cute pigtails. She also prefers things that have significant meaning in her and other's lives. Doesn't matter whether if it's shiny, fancy, or old. As long as it has meaning, she'll be interested. They were given the important task, by Joan and Adrian, of being the caretakers of the 'Void'. Or in other words, beings that takes care of and organizes the things that come into the 'Void'. On the authoritarian scale of one to ten, one being the top dog and ten being the bottom. Joan would be a 4, Adrian would be a 6, and the triplets would be a 7.

Even though that the triplets were technically underneath the both of them, status wise, didn't mean that Adrian had the authority to order them around like they're servants. Joan was about to say this, but before she could, Adrian cut her off once more and said that he politely asked them to keep their stuff safe while he and Joan were in the casino and to make sure that no one saw their luggage unattended. The triplets supported him in his decision to give them the important job of looking after their stuff until they left the casino. So, all in all, the girls didn't mind doing at least this much. The triplets reassured Joan that they willingly did this for both her sake and Adrian's and that they were not forced in any way. Thanks to that witness testimony, Adrian was spared from Joan's nagging wrath, for now.

Joan let out a heavy sigh, and held her head as if she was having a headache. Then continued towards finding the convention before the day was over. After about an hour or so, they reached to a barren dead end alleyway, or so it seemed. Joan and crew went all the way in the alleyway, and as soon as they did, Joan reached out and gently touched the brick wall, and quietly but subtlety chanted a spell that was in an ancient language that could only be described as Holy. Then, as she was chanting her spell, a Holy magic circle appeared from her hand and was projected onto the wall and started to glow. And as soon as she was done, the bricks slowly started to disappear, and revealed another part of Inkwell Isle, that not even the residents themselves know exists. The streets were filled with food and crafts vendors and along side them, were shops that sold various things that came from multiple dimensions and could only be bought and sold there. The streets were lively with angels, nephilims, and any other creature that serves under God. She even saw a few familiar faces along the way, and wished them well during their time at the convention.

After a few minutes of walking down the street, they finally found the hotel where the convention was being held. It was an impressive looking hotel. Fancy and imaculate to the T, and the service was fantastic! They made their way to the front desk in the lobby, and asked if a Nephlim named Lynne Blanca Star was there. And the manager replied, "Why, yes. Are you by any chance her daughter, Joan?" Joan smiled and nodded her head vigorously in agreement. She then showed the invitation to the manager to confirm his guess. He smiled and said, "Alright then, miss Joan, please follow this bellhop boy to show you to her room. She's been eagerly awaiting for you." She couldn't believe it! She was going to finally meet her mother after all these years and actually spend quality time with her!

When they finally reached the room, Joan gave the bellhop a decent sized tip and sent him away. As she was knocking on the door, she tried to keep her cool until she got in. And before they entered the room, Joan made sure that Adrian kept his mouth shut about what happened today and to make sure that the money that they won was kept in the 'Void'. And if her mother asks where they got the money, "Just tell her that we won the lottery. It'll work, I know it will. Because it happens to you a lot!" Adrian couldn't argue with her on that logic, especially if it was true. Then finally a gentle, loving, caring, but powerful voice spoke up. "Come in! The door is unlocked!" Joan was excited but nervous at the same time. Which was understandable since she hasn't been able to see her in over a few thousand years. As they opened the door and walked slowly in, they saw a beautifully pale, milky white skinned woman with rosy cheeks. She had beautiful and flowing bright blonde hair and had a gorgeous looking flower crown dawned on her head. She was also wearing a beautiful, silky, and flowing pure white dress, and had pretty, but cute, white comfy looking flats on her feet. She was peacefully and calmly reading one of her favorite books. When Joan spoke up, her mother's face shot up with surprise, and a beautiful and wonderful smile spread across her face and her eyes twinkled with longing to love her daughter in her arms.

Her mother quickly got up from her chair, and ran right into Joan's arms. The both of them hugged each other so tight that not even an andaconda can't match or even survive from their grip. Joan breathed deeply in her mother's scent, she smelled of roses, gardenias, lillies, and lavender. She desperately missed her mother's scent. It was so comforting and relaxing, that one sniff from her mother just melted all of Joan's problems and worries away. "So what are we going to do today?" Her mother eagerly asked. Joan smiled and said, "Anything you want to do, as long as I'm with you, I'm fine." Her mother giggled and said, "Oh you! Stop it! Both you and your sister definitely inherited your father's silver tongue and his loving nature and personality." She wasn't wrong about that. Her father loved her mother with a burning passion. Nothing could separate those two from loving each other. Not even death himself could separate them. It was thanks to her parents incredible love for each other that she and her sister were able to be born. And she was forever grateful that she was born from her. This loving and wonderful woman loved Joan and her family so much that her mother would move or possibly destroy an entire mountain for them. She couldn't ask for a better mom. Joan asked if her sister came by yet to spend time with her. Her mother told her that Joan had just missed her. She said that Josephine left the Isle early this morning, but said that she would come back soon.

Joan rolled her eyes, and replied, "That's Josephine for you. Always on the move." Switching the subject Joan encouraged her mom to immediately get started on doing stuff together, and that they did. All throughout the day Joan, her mom, and the crew spent the entire day playing, eating, laughing and having a good time. But time is a fickle thing, the more fun you have, the more time seems to pass. As the convention drew to a close everyone packed up their things and started towards Heaven and their home realms. Joan sadly gave her mother a hug and kiss, then waved good bye as she saw her mother ascend the Heavenly staircase. As they went back to the hotel, they were expecting to head towards their rooms and stay there until it was time to leave the Isle, or at least steal back the locket and then leave Inkwell. But fate has a funny way of doing things. When they arrived at the entrance of the hotel, there was two people(?) standing out front, waiting for them. As they got closer, Joan recognized the uniform that one of them were wearing. She then grew concerned and wary of her surroundings. As they finally approached them, she noticed that their luggage was right beside them. Joan was about to ask how they managed to get their stuff from their room without the key card. But before she could, the female stranger spoke. "I'm sorry to do this to you, but I don't really have much of a choice." This stranger wore a casino bouncer uniform, and she knew who the uniform represented. The female stranger also had a fancy but fearsome looking French styled sword on her waist belt. And at first she looked like an normal African American human woman, but then she noticed all the stitches and battle scars all over her body. Oh, and did I mention that her right arm was cut off and replaced by a functional robotic-like fake arm? She looked like Sally from the movie, 'The Nightmare Before Christmas,' except more fearsome looking. And standing right next to her was a semi-tall humanoid cigar man with flashy gangster-like clothes on. She asked them who they were and what business that they had with them. The woman sighed and introduced themselves. "Hello, my name is Victoria Doll and this is my colleague, Mr. Wheezy."

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, ma'am." The cigar man, Mr. Wheezy, spoke in an accent that she swore she heard before but couldn't remember where she heard it from. "And for the other thing you asked, well, here. This will do the talking for me." Victoria handed her a yellowed and worn out looking note that emitted a hideous aura. She hesitated at first, but then grabbed the note, unfolded it, and read the words that were in red ink(?). It said, "If you ever want to see your beloved locket again, then come back to the Devil's Casino and meet me in my office. I'm sure we have a lot to talk about."

To Be Continued....

End of chapter 5 (part 1).

To be continued in chapter 5 (part 2).

Guest star appearance: Victoria Doll

Not my OC.

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