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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Rumplestiltskin Masterlist

Andy was supposed to be your everything. Until Ransom. Ransom was nothing that you had envisioned. Pompous, obnoxious, cocky, and downright mean. When he captured you, you weren't ready to meet a faerie. But was he really a demon? And now you're indebt to him. Tasked with marrying a man you didn't love. One that deep down was really a beast. Will true love and friendship conquer all?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Epilogue ⭐COMPLETE⭐

Drabbles

Branwen Barber, For Now

What If...?

Bring Lightness Back

A/N: This is a bit of a dark fic, do not take this or any of the other stories from Into the Woods verse too seriously. They’re smutty tales, and not serious. Enjoy the beginning of the apples...

Journey Into the Woods

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

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jemiu · 8 months

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I realized something!! ^^

The spot ^ Will wood ^

THEY EVEN DRESS THE SAME! how neat is that!! :D

No hate to will wood at all!! I love his music and I thought this comparison would be silly!! :D

#jonathan ohnn #spiderman #spiderman atsv #the spot #atsv #atsv the spot #the spot spiderverse #atsv spot #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spider verse fanart #will wood #will wood and the tapeworms #into the spider verse #spiderverse spoilers #spiderverse

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gebo4482 · 11 months

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Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse

Artist: Wendell Dalit / Aymeric Kevin / Lorin Wood

#spider man across the spider verse #across the spider verse #spider man #wendell dalit #aymeric kevin #lorin wood #animation #action movies #sci-fi movies #concept art #keyframe #environment design #across the spiderverse

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daftmooncretin · 10 days

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the perfect job for every supernatural character in fanfiction is in fact park ranger. dean should be a park ranger. cas should be a park ranger. sam should be a park ranger. jody, claire, kevin, charlie, bobby, gabriel, eileen, mick davies and rowena should be park rangers. jack should be a park ranger in training. stop making them cops in fanfiction. dean hates cops. fuck cops.

#all my homies hate cops #garth should be leslie knope #also i dont know what park rangers do or the american park system i am irish and socialist so i dont like knowing things about america #i just think they should wear knee shorts and hang around the woods #when is park ranger verse happening #destiel #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #claire novak #jack klein

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lesbiansagainsttheatre · 5 months

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performance theory

the state of dreaming, marina / the fan, richard schechner / theatre of the unimpressed, jordan tannahill / chapter 20: and rend up both to dust bellow, the silt verses / the empty space, peter brook / as you like it, william shakespeare / the main character, will wood

#dear diary #web weaving #performance theory #richard schechner #jordan tannahill #the silt verses #peter brook #shakespeare #will wood

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nerdpoe · 7 months

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Coffee, Honey, and sometimes Hazelnuts.

I wrote the beginnings of Omega verse while drunk and finished it fucking don't look at me.

Ao3

Tim may have let something slip when he was losing blood and about to go into surgery. Ra's may have taken him completely seriously and done what was requested. Tim...finds that he perhaps did not have a normal relationship with his body, and that he may have actually been Trans the entire time and just. Didn't think about it. Or, Tim demands a Secondary Gender Transition from Ra's. Ra's takes him seriously and does it while Tim's under for spleen removal (Nothing violating, just HRT and induced coma for the physical Transition). Tim wakes up an Omega instead of an Alpha and...actually is pretty okay with it.

Tim was…floaty. Woozy, even. The kind of feeling that usually meant a fantastic sleep was just around the corner.

But some inconsiderate fuck was jostling his arm.

Tim groaned and swatted at them.

“…Ah. You’re awake.”

“Oh, he’s awake? Come, Detective, open your eyes.”

Gross.

That sounded like Ra’s Al Ghul.

Time forced his eyes open just so he could glare at the man.

The asshole just looked amused.

“Fascinating. You’ve lost almost enough blood to kill you and yet, here you are. Awake.” Ra’s even sounded mildly impressed.

Tim did not want to impress Ra’s.

“Gooo f’ck yersef.”

Yes. There. That got the point across beautifully.

Ra’s, the jackass, just looked even more amused.

“I see. Well, we have to put you under to save your life, dear Detective, unless you would rather have a dip in the Pits. I would consider such an offer a…gift, if you would.”

Tim snorted, flapping his hand at Ra’s and inadvertently slapping a ninja nurse in the face.

Whoops.

“On’y gift I neeeeed is. Is. Heats.”

Ra’s raised an eyebrow.

“I denand the. The. I wanna bee uh ‘Mega.”

Ra’s raised his other eyebrow.

“…I see. Very well, Detective. I hope you enjoy this…little gesture of goodwill.”

“Fuhuuck yew very moch.”

“Indeed.”

~~~~~~

Tim woke up.

That was something he hadn’t really been expecting, but he was thrilled to do it nonetheless.

Less thrilling was where he was.

A bedroom draped in silks and finery, with the security risk of wide windows, an open door that led to an uncomfortably extravagant bathroom, and a weird smell. It was a good scent, to be sure, but when Tim sat up there was no one present but himself.

So…huh.

Tim sniffed the air.

The scent was definitely a person’s. Coffee and Honey, and a lingering afterscent of roasted hazelnuts.

It was pleasant.

It was also an Omega scent.

Which made Tim even more confused; Ra’s was an Alpha, and this definitely wasn’t Talia’s scent. Nor was it Pru’s. So who’s room was he in? And why did he feel so rested? He almost never felt like that.

Tim swung his legs over the edge of the bed, noting the lack of chains, and stood up to stretch.

He…felt good? He felt comfortable in his skin? He never felt comfortable in his skin. He braced himself for his own scent as he stretched, but instead was met with more of that strange Omega’s scent.

Wait.

Tim reached up and rubbed one of his own scent glands, giving himself a sniff.

Coffee. Honey. Lingering Roasted Hazelnuts.

Omega.

Which was a huge change, because the last time Tim had checked he was absolutely an Alpha with a, for some reason, repugnant scent. (Everyone swore to him it was all in his head, but he knew he reeked.)

Then he remembered the last thing he said to Ra’s.

Tim tensed, waiting to feel…something. Revulsion. Betrayal.

But there was nothing.

He just…felt like Tim; for the first time since he was an unpresented Pup.

Tim sat back down and wrinkled his nose, lifting the League shirt he was wearing to check on the stab wound he knew he’d had coming in.

It was healing nicely, and given the length of time for a transition, he’d been under for about a month.

He didn’t feel any abnormal aches or pains, so not only was it done correctly and in a controlled environment, but he hadn’t been raped. He knew the signs to look for and none were present.

He was absolutely going to go to a Crisis Center as soon as he could just to be sure, and Turkey was home to some of the best of the best, so he was confident that if he had been violated he would find everything he’d need resource wise no problem. But he felt like he had a bead on how Ra’s worked; that if Ra’s wanted to use him like that, he’d want Tim awake to…struggle. As disgusting as that was.

But he hadn’t.

Ra’s really had just…given Tim a free Transition to a different Secondary Gender.

Tim tried, he really did, to dredge up any resentment for the Transition.

He was angry that he was clearly being held by Ra’s. He was pissed that Ra’s would even consider that Tim would be so stupid as to think those windows weren’t lined with assassins just out of sight. He was annoyed at the lack of obvious trackers, as that meant there was probably a subdermal one. He was scared for Pru. He was worried about Tam.

But regarding changing Secondary Gender?

He only felt…relief.

“Wait, was I trans the entire time?”

Hated his own scent? Check; Bruce and Dick were always getting onto him about abusing scent blockers. Always felt like crawling out of his skin? Check; it usually manifested in burying himself in work. Avoided mirrors? Check; he just couldn’t, even though he knew that Secondary Genders didn’t really effect outward appearance like Primary Genders. Aversion to Rut sex? Check; Rut hadn’t given him any sex drive at all, it’d just increased his anxiety to the point where he was prescribed suppressants and anti-anxiety medication.

Tim rerouted his thinking, considering the same situations with his current Secondary Characteristics.

Scent? He actually rather enjoyed it; he definitely wouldn’t be wearing scent blockers unless he had to. Actually settled in his own skin? Yup, and he even felt…languid? Was that the word? It felt like the word.

He stood up and walked into the adjoined bathroom, took a deep breath, and looked into the mirror.

That…that certainly was a Tim. From toe to tip, that was a Tim.

And he didn’t feel any particular way about the reflection, aside from the thought that he should brush his hair and teeth. There was no uncomfortable part of his brain that had him squirming, he didn’t feel the instinctive need to find any excuse not to look in the mirror.

It was just Tim.

He felt his shoulders relax.

He couldn’t know how different his Heats would be from how is Ruts had been, but given that during a Transition a Heat or Rut was inevitable while the Transitionee was under, and the fact that he actually felt well rested?

He was going to assume that his Heats were far better and easier on his body than his Ruts had been, but he couldn’t know for sure until he’d experienced a Heat.

…He wasn’t dreading it, though. Not the way the thought of future Ruts would fill him with a slow, stacking anxiety.

So.

Tim was trans.

Tim…Tim was a detective, though? How had he not noticed that sooner? Looking back on it it was super obvious but like. He hadn’t noticed?

Did everyone feel this settled in their own skin?!

Was this how people normally felt?! No wonder everyone gave him strange looks! He’d thought all of that was normal!

The door opened, distracting Tim from his thoughts. Which was good, because he’d been about to go off on a mental tangent about being an idiot.

The assassin that had come in only spared him a glance as the guy set down a tray of food.

“So…is Pru okay?” Tim ventured, slowly stepping out of the bathroom.

The assassin snorted.

“She is well enough to undergo further training, to ensure mistakes like that do not happen again. Orientation will begin after you’ve eaten, then the Demon Head would speak with you.”

Tim blinked.

“Wait, you’d actually let me have Orientation?”

The assassin sniffed, clearly offended even as he straightened up and turned towards the door.

“We are not savages. Honestly, Americans.” The man muttered as he left.

~~~~~~

“-And so, in conclusion, while a Heat does make you more inclined to intercourse and does heighten the experience, it does not strip you of your autonomy. Should you feel that such is happening, it is advised to seek medical attention immediately; that is abnormal, and you have either been drugged or need medical intervention due to an extreme hormonal imbalance.”

Tim nodded along politely. He’d already known, but Orientation was important when Transitioning.

“For now, we shall practice performing a Rebuke. Do as you would with a Command, and your new physiology should handle the rest. Like so; Copy me.”

Tim twitched against the command, and fought against his innate need to fight it.

“..Copy me?”

“Very good.” The Omega Consultant in front of him nodded and wrote something in his tablet. Tim tried his best not to fidget. “Next is what to expect during a pregnancy, should you choose to pursue that.”

‘I wanted this, I wanted this, I wanted this-‘ Tim chanted to himself as he got Sex Ed version 2.0.

~~~~~~

Dick was definitely not barely staving off a mental breakdown on his couch.

He totally hadn’t waited until Damian was asleep to bury himself in blankets and stare blankly at a dead TV.

Dick was fine. Dick was okay. Dick had to be okay, because if he wasn’t then he couldn’t be there for Damian and he couldn’t be ready for when Tim got back.

He’d told his little brother he trusted him, and he meant it, but that trust didn’t stop Dick from missing his pack’s shortest Alpha.

On the coffee table, his phone lit up and started vibrating.

A bright, cheery tone reserved for Tim, derived from the song he hated the most, rang out into the living room.

Dick almost faceplanted into the coffee table for how quickly he lunged for the tiny glowing screen, but he managed to save himself and fumble the phone to his ear.

“Tim! Hey! How’s it going? Are you okay? Do you need reinforcement?”

But instead of Tim’s voice, a deep, hoarse chuckle made it through the speaker.

Dick knew that voice.

Ra’s.

“Where’s Tim?” Dick breathed, tense and still.

“The young Detective isn’t really meant to be an Alpha, I feel,” the old assassin said instead of answering Dick, “I merely wanted to inform you of a delay in his return, should he choose to return at all. He needs time to…adjust. To his new body.”

Dick couldn’t feel his toes, and only barely managed to keep a grasp on the phone.

He opened his mouth to threaten Ra’s, probably demand to know where Tim was again, but all that came out was one of the loudest, most feral Growls he’d ever let loose.

“How is it? Being the only Alpha of your Pack now, with your Leader gone? You are watching after my grandson, after all; I simply need to ensure he will be raised in a stable environment.” Ra’s voice was full of false pity, and Dick could no longer see anything in front of him clearly.

“Do not fucking touch him!” Dick finally Commanded, guttural and loud and definitely waking Damian up.

“Oh, it’s a bit too late for that, I fear; who else would I trust to handle his Transition? Do tell my grandson I wish him well.” With that, the line went dead.

Dick was left standing in the living room, on the verge of hyperventilating, tense and shaking and furious.

“…Richard?” Damian’s voice asked, and Dick heard the Beta Pup quietly approaching him from his left.

Dick dropped the phone and dragged Damian to him, burying his nose in the Pup’s hair. He was distantly aware of the Beta letting out a hesitant, quiet purr in an effort to calm him, but he couldn’t vocalize his gratitude for the action.

They stayed like that, Dick caging Damian in with his arms and Damian letting him, for about fifteen minutes.

Then Dick shakily raised his head and reached for his phone.

He couldn’t leave Gotham; Tim would never forgive him if Batman left Gotham undefended in such a tumultuous time.

But he knew an Omega who could, would, and would take great pleasure in putting Ra’s down.

~~~~~~

Jason rolled over and answered the phone.

He hadn’t been sleeping anyways, so fuck it.

He held the phone to his ear.

He listened.

Green flooded the room, the source being his eyes, as he sat up.

“Ra’s did fucking what?”

~~~~~~

Tim walked into the meeting room just as Ra’s ended a call with someone.

Using Tim’s phone.

Goddammit, he’d done something to make Tim’s life harder.

The Alpha handed Tim’s phone to a random assassin with a bored-“Destroy this.”

Tim kept his face clear of any emotion. He had the stupid thing cloned anyways, he’d just go find the backup once he was done with whatever Ra’s wanted.

Turned out, Ra’s had gone ahead and grabbed Tam.

Tim could only get Tam back if he took out the Council of Spiders.

Tim did his posturing, as did Ra’s, and the dance was a relatively new one but felt like they’d done it time and time again.

As Tim was being escorted out, though, he couldn’t help but ask.

“Why help me with…with the other thing? If you think you can cash it in later, let me tell you-“

“Why would I deny you an operation I myself had to have to be better?” Ra’s interrupted, genuine curiosity on his face. “I expect you to handle the Council of Spiders, young Detective; you would not be fighting at your best if you did not fit into your own skin.”

Tim was verbally punched into silence.

Huh.

The assassins led him into a different section, into a room that had his Red Robin suit repaired and ready for him.

…Huh.

Tim still intended to cripple Ra’s organization, and it felt gross to have something in common with the Alpha, but the new Omega decided that he could handle the trade of having something in common if it meant finally feeling like himself.

He seriously was going to fuck Ra’s over, though.

He just had to call basically everyone on his phone’s contact list first to do damage control for…whatever the creep had done.

Fucking Ra’s.

@aeoliantectrix @lollilollipop99 @tanu-kai @lykoscor @theobliviousshipper @simplestoryteller

#tim drake #red robin #batman #fanfic #omegaverse #omega verse #jason todd #damian wayne #tam fox #prudence wood #dick grayson #ra's al ghul #implied/referenced rape #it didn't happen but tim thinks about it and dick and jason think it did #yes I'll make a separate post regarding the worldbuilding #omegaverse au #coffee honey and sometimes hazelnuts au

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azukilynn · 14 days

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no need

the church of long shadows

of trees upon trees

no need to fall to one's knees

here, no need

the muse is a crow

perched near me, in the pines

not a warning at all

but a blessing

all mine

no god but my own breath

as wide as the sky

my footfalls

my heartbeat

the light in my eyes

azuki lynn

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vermillioncrown · 3 months

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another tpac ch 11 snippet

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“Stop looking up KVM switches, Korv—my setup is fine.”

“It’s for me,” Korvin insists. When no one believes him, he amends, “And it could be for you too, Barbie.”

“You don’t need that kind of setup,” Dick absently calls out as he enters the room, holding a couple of documents and envelopes under his arm.

Korvin ignores him. “Just thinkin’ it’d be really convenient: less of a rat’s nest, multiple interface points, rack mounting—”

“—I do not want to see you raccooning around my cables,” Babs says firmly. “Appreciate it, but no.”

Korvin’s mouth twists into a petulant scowl as he turns back to his assigned reading; Gotham Academy is reopening their campus for the spring. Tim’s due back in his dorm end of next week—meaning he’s supposed to be home for his dad to drop him off the day before—but he finds his motivation for school has reached an all-time low.

“Korvin Kwan—what the hell?!” Dick’s indignant question interrupts their peace. The large envelope he was carrying earlier has been opened, revealing three large 8” x 10” landscape photos on the table top. Each one is a blown-up snapshot, slightly blurry like through another layer of glass, of an urban intersection and focused on the first car at the stoplight.

If Tim squints, turns the photograph sideways, and backs up a few feet—it wouldn’t be so obvious who was seated in the front. At that angle, though, he—

Dick snatches one of the photos off the table, puts his face right to the print, and pulls back to stare blankly at Tim. The lack of expressed anger is a warning sign; Cass abruptly gets up and moves to stand next to Babs’s wheelchair. Meanwhile, the older vigilante looks back and forth between Tim and Korvin, jaw tight as he’s working through some internal debate.

When Dick finally decides to fixate on Korvin, Tim can't explain the little bit of affront mixed in with his reflexive relief.

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#in honor of tpac's brainworm inception anniversary #on tpac #phd-verse #verm bits #whomp whomp someone's in trouble #i'm going insane bc it's like senior design except i still need to be a functioning adult and can't go out into the woods to yell #my undergrad was surrounded by empty fields and i could yell all i want #i'm in a big city now and that's not polite #roommate: well if you go to the local park you'd scare some kids and lower the property value. that's win-win

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Rumplestiltskin, Part 5

Summary: Andy learns the truth

Pairings: Prince!Andy Barber X Tony

Rating: mild

Warnings: language, threats of assault, secrets, plots, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.8K

Series Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Andy walks into your bedroom, your body sprawled out on the pitiful bed. Ransom could have at the very least made sure that you were comfortable. Had you living and working every night all to make him rich.

Andy doesn’t even want to wake you. You looked as if you were exhausted. Between all night spinning the straw into gold and the day with him, you were tired. He opens up your little doorway. Each morning there was more gold than the last. Ransom was becoming obsessed.

His brother also wasn’t even paying attention to his future bride, but Andy was. Ransom hadn’t touched you. And Andy touched you everyday. He didn’t care that it would be frowned upon for him to be fucking his brother’s fiancé. He didn’t care that every time he finished he kissed over your belly, hoping and praying for a miracle.

Andy wanted you. All of you. Every day. Every night. And for the rest of his life.

Softly he closes the door to the golden hell. His eyes glance over your body, and the one possession you brought with you, replaced with a medallion necklace instead.

Andy couldn't get your pendant from the ball out of his head. There was a familiarity to it. As if he’d seen it somewhere. He assumed you had put it with your belongings. He was sure that the memory of your home was painful.

He leans over your body, giving you the softest kiss. Reacting to his gentle touch, even in sleep, you sigh with comfort, and your body moves to find Andy’s warmth. He decides at that moment, he can’t do this. Your body wanted him, just as much as your heart, and your soul.

“We will be together, Miss,” pressing his hand against your stomach again. He couldn’t tell, but he knows where the perfect place to make a wish is. Clementine needed shoes, and Andy wanted a blessing.

He spins on his heels, ready to talk to his dad. He would make him see that he was in love, and if Andy was to have a wife, it would only be you.

Walking down the hall, he grits his teeth. Ransom’s pompous gait walks right up to Andy, his eyes roaming down his body, “Come to steal my gold?”

“I don’t need your gold,” Andy scoffs.

Ransom’s mouth turns up in a smirk. Only the gold and you were down this way. “Admit it.”

“What’s that, you pathetic excuse for a man?”

“Admit that you’re jealous,” Andy shakes his head, starting to walk further down the hall. “Admit it. Or I wake her up with my cock in her used up cunt.”

“You mother fucker!” Andy turns around, angrily slamming Ransom against the wall, “Keep your disgusting hands off her.”

“She’s going to be my wife,” Ransom chuckles at Andy, and he presses his forearm into Ransom’s neck. “I appreciate you breaking her in for me. She’s going to need it. I have an appetite. You know that’s why I have multiple whores. I’m insatiable, and I’ll have her fucked sideways to where she’s incoherent. It wasn’t that hard to see you crumble.”

“You crooked nose knave! You touch her, and I’ll have you sent to the gallows.”

“Andy,” Ransom dusts off a bit of Andy’s shirt, still smiling wide at his brother, “It’s you who would go to the gallows. Or better yet, her. A promiscuous woman to be wed to the prince. Aw, what would the kingdom say, knowing she’s carrying a bastard baby?”

“What did you say?” Andy’s hold on Ransom loosens, and he backs away from his brother.

“Oh, her ladies have informed me she’s late,” his wicked grin turns into a malicious laugh. “Now, we know ladies in waiting aren’t always the most quiet. So who is she fucking everyday? Me? No, they know I’m not even down there. Have fun, big brother.”

“If you touch her…”

“If you touch her, Andy. I’ll make sure our father knows that you have fallen in love with a peasant. That you have deflowered my future wife. And how is that fair to me? All I’m asking is for some respect. Run along. Try and figure your way out of this shit. Enjoy yours and your precious Miss’ fall from grace.”

Andy waits, watching Ransom continue his walk to your room. A few of the palace staff make their way down as well, “I’m only collecting my gold,” Ransom laughs before walking into your room. He wouldn’t touch you with staff there. He wouldn’t. He would let you sleep, and continue using you as a pawn in his disgusting game of chess. And Andy needs a miracle.

The King takes a deep yawn. His eyes start to close, when the deep yell of Andy’s voice makes him lurch. His eyes opening up a bit wider when his favorite, but distraught son comes into the throne room.

Andy’s eyes focus on something behind his father, and he falters his movements a moment. “Andrew, why haven’t you proposed to that beautiful woman from the ball?”

There was something in the way his father was staring at him, and it made him uncomfortable. Andy’s eyes flit back behind the throne, and his father turns to look and see where his eyes are looking. “Oh that. It’s a symbol.”

“Father?” Becoming clear to him as to why your necklace had seemed so familiar because it was positioned right behind his father’s throne. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with. Where did that maiden come from?” Andy shakes his head, but the King slams his fist on the arm of his throne. “Where?”

“I don’t know.”

“She had an awfully fine dress,” his hand rubs over his chin, and he settles back more into his throne. His. “How’s her mother?”

“She’s dead.”

“What a shame,” no emotion came from his father. Andy’s day was getting worse. “You should forget about the girl, Andrew. Forget the grand time you had showing her off.”

“She will be my wife.”

“No!” His fist slams down again. “If you knew what was good for you and this kingdom, you will let that go. I’m not above letting you marry whomever you want,” Andy opens his mouth, but his father holds up his hand, “except her. You will ruin this kingdom should you pursue this fantasy. It’ll only bring you, and everything in these woods pain.”

“She will be. My. Wife,” Andy had gathered enough information. Saw exactly where Ransom got his disgusting behavior from, and it wasn’t just from his mother spoiling him and making excuses for him. It was because they were both beasts.

“Andrew! You will ruin everything!”

He didn’t care. You were the only thing worth caring about. You were his true love, and there would never be another. You were the only thing that mattered in this whole world. And he would go to the ends of the world to stay with you.

“Tony!” Andy shouts before he even sees your home. “Tony!”

Your father runs out of the barn, thinking the worse as Andy’s horse gallops closer. Clementine doesn’t even stop as Andy jumps off the back. Walking over to the well, and looking in. Your reflection right beside him as he looks into the dark water.

He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t look away, and he notices you were older, “She’s in trouble,” the water swirls, and the older you materializes in front of him, skin glistening with the well water causing your father to sink to his knees, “What’s going on.”

“My love,” Tony says, staring at her.

“Andrew, what’s happening?” Even her voice had a watery sound to it.

“Ransom knows. And she’s…possibly with a child.”

“I knew this would happen! I told you to stay away from her,” holding up a hand to her husband, your mother’s hand pleads for his silence, and then she touches Andy’s cheek.

“No matter what,” she whispers. She had never been more sure of anything, other than the love she had for her husband, and for you, “You can save her. Remember that. You will always be the one that can save her. I can’t stay long. But you have that power. And she has the power to save you. To save all of us. The time is near.”

Her body glimmers, looking like water flowing before she gives her husband a sad smile, “No!” He chases after her, but she’s deposited back in the well. “Adria!” He looks into the well crying, but her image blows him a kiss. “Come back to me.”

“It’s up to them.”

Tony turns around, sitting on the ground, before leaning up against the well. She was here. For a very little amount of time, but she was here. “Tony.”

“Adria was the most beautiful woman in the whole kingdom,” he glances up at Andy. His breathing labored, but he knows it’s time. “She was set to be the most fair and yet still fearsome Queen of Palmona. Now she lives in fucking water, in a well that me and my daughter talk to every day. And then you. You came along, and you couldn’t see anything but my daughter. The same way your father looked at Adria. As he should have. They were betrothed.”

“You know, true love…it’s a tricky thing. She was kind to everyone and everything. Most notably, her horses. Came to the stables everyday, and talked to them, fed them, gave them oats, pet them. And I was in a trance,” he smiles, wiping his brow of the sweat and dust collecting on his forehead.

“I was the first to talk to her. I knew who she was. But she liked to stay away from her many admirers, especially your father. She liked the stables. And I was a lowly apprentice to become a royal ferrier. But the moment our eyes truly connected, they never wanted to look away. She could have married me. Things were different. The only thing that was keeping her from it, was your father. He was already promised to her. He pitched a Royal fit. Demanded that she marry him. She couldn’t. Wouldn’t,” he sighs.

Andy struggles to keep up. Not because it was confusing, but overwhelming. “How…why is my father the king?”

“Funny thing about egotistical men in power, if he couldn’t have her, he would become king. Stage a coup d’état. Stole the throne. I heard of the siege. Told her to ready her army, but she wouldn’t. She didn’t care, she just wanted me. We’re out in the woods, alone for a reason.”

Andy points at the well, looking confused. “Ah,” Tony laughs. “Have you ever heard of faeries? They’re tall. Taller than any man. Wings that are even taller. Wear a medallion around their neck, a lot of the time only have on pants. They love showing off their beauty. Chase found us. These faeries, they’re able to find someone in dire need or in extreme heartbreak. Desperate.”

“But you were together.”

“We were,” his hand pats on the well, feeling like it was not too long ago that he had his Adria with him. “For years we couldn’t have a child. Adria wanted to be a mother almost as much as she wanted to be with me. We heard of your father’s many wives who couldn’t produce an heir as well. Until your mother. Adria thinks he was cursed as well. Blinded by his bitterness and hatred, but your mother loves him dearly.

“I know, off topic. She made a wish in that well, and the next day Chase appears. I didn’t trust him, and didn’t like him. So he started appearing when I wasn’t around. She made a deal with him. Faeries always collect on their deals. She was to be his ears in the water. For a child and five years with them. I didn’t know. The day our daughter turned five, was the day I lost my wife. She visits us in the well. But she can travel in any body of water.”

“She’s been Royal all along?” Andy asks, looking up at him. “I could have married her? And you waited and waited.”

“I didn’t want her to be with you. Your father is cruel. And I denied what my wife told me was true love. Can you imagine what your father would do, knowing that she was the rightful heir to the throne. Not him. Not you. She is Adria’s daughter. She could claim that throne. What would he do?”

“And now she’s engaged to my brother, and he’s got his hoard of prostitutes every night, while she spins straw into gold.”

“No,” he whispers, and even the water in the well starts rippling. Splashing high upthe well.

“Ransom doesn’t come to see her but to collect his gold. He wants a castle made of gold, and I only want her. I cant marry her because she isn’t Royal, and then you tell me she’s been the rightful heir to my throne all along? She’s possibly carrying my child, and she’s to marry another. What happens when…”

“She can’t spin straw into gold,” Andy nods his head explaining just how much gold you had made. “Chase told us that was what his brother did. If she’s…she made a deal with the devil. And now, she’s pregnant? What did you do?”

You look up from your spinning wheel, giving a nod over to Lance as he lands on the floor. A glance around him, and he sees how much you have been working. His medallion is bright and shining on your chest. You were the product of magic, and you were proving it daily. Becoming better than he was at spinning straw into gold.

“Where have you been all evening?” You ask him. He shrugs picking up the thread, it appeared finer than the gold he normally spun. “Lance?”

“Why do you insist on calling upon me? You don’t need me.”

“Everyone needs friends. I thought this relationship was more than a transaction. Do you not enjoy my company?” Lance nods his head, and you give the seat behind you a little tap. “Well come on, tell me the stories of your kingdom. You got to the point of your forbidden apple tree.”

With a smile Lance walks behind you. You didn’t need his hands over your own, so instead he wraps his arms around you, letting them rest on your belly. Almost in defeat, he leans his forehead to rest on your back. You still reeked of Andy and true love, but now there was a different scent. Calming. Protective. Joy.

“Lance, is something wrong?”

“Nothing, Aurelia. Where were we — ah, the forbidden fruit. The apples were golden, and so they were something to want. Temptation and those apples are a tale as old as time. Corruption lies within those apples.”

“Hmm,” your delicate little fingers gather some more straw as you let your power and spinning wheel do the work. “Wouldn’t it just make sense to create a counter apple tree?”

“Magic doesn’t always work the way you want it to. Faeries are mischievous, and our magic reacts the same way. With my luck, another apple tree would enchant the entire kingdom until we were overgrown and forgotten.”

“What else lies in this kingdom?”

Lance’s fingers dig into your stomach a bit, and he could feel yours and Andy’s love growing under your heart, and he wasn’t ready to collect on his debt. “There’s all kinds of fantastical creatures. All kinds of deals with faeries have been made. Men wishing to go unseen to protect their nieces,” you glance back at him giving him an odd look, “Would a man disguised as a horse not be going unseen?”

“I suppose so,” you answer without pause or thinking.

“There’s changing creatures. Stay away from the edge. Keep away from larger than average men. Bears, wolves, and little wooden boys,” you lean your head back giggling on him, and Lance finally relaxes.

“What is the oddest deal you’ve ever made with someone?”

“To change a wooden man and woman into humans. However, they’re still like puppets on string. Their capturer just makes a lot more money with explicit performances,” you didn’t like the way that sounded. It was grotesque and cruel. “Not all faeries have eaten from the tree. And the corruption isn’t immediate.”

“Is it reversible?”

“True love’s kiss cures everything,” he says sniffing your hair. Your body was already changing. And he didn’t want to do what he had to do. Contracts with faeries were binding. He couldn’t stop it. “Why don’t you rest a moment, Aurelia. Prince Andy hasn’t let you rest much,” you get up, and Lance holds onto your hand, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips, “I’ll wake you before morning.”

“Thank you, kind Lance.”

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aamaranthiine · 7 days

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Permanent Shipping Call

Well, I've had this blog for a handful of months and feel as if its time for an official ship post. You can like this post if you are interested in shipping/discussing a possible ship with Amalthea. Whether we have or havent interacted yet, this will help me a lot to gauge interest.

I'm open to all types of ships such as: Platonic / Friendships Familial / Domestic Enemies / Rivals / Frenemies Lovers / Infatuations / Unrequited Pre established / impromptu meetings.

A few things to note:

Amalthea is on the asexual spectrum, primarily leaning towards demisexuality. She can be very reserved about romance/intimacy and needs a level of trust to openly show interest. She does not have a gender preference for partners.

I typically prefer to have some semblance of plot or an evolving dynamic for ships of any sort.

Crossover and AUs are accepted and encouraged for exploring different routes for character connections.

A gentle reminder that I can be very low energy but I adore being bothered about our muses dynamics or just chatting about anything. I do share my discord with mutuals.

#out of woods [ooc]#character connections #shipping call #plotting call #i know i write a lot in her OP verse but thea in her main verse is also a vibe #anyway please forgive i am very shy too

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istadris · 1 year

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Things that will never happen but would be absolutely hilarious : a sequel to the super mario bros movie based on Luigi's Mansion.

And in the trailer this time it's Mario who has a strangely homoerotic scene with King Boo making the fandom go bananas again.

#super mario bros #mario movie #Luigi stole his bro's usual nemesis so Mario can have a little foe yay tension. as a treat.#it's all a set up for the third movie act of Daisy and Peach getting together #and of course the way bowuigi drew the old fans out of the woods #that would be bound to draw the fans of other rareships #mario cinematic verse running gag becomes ''each movie must cause shipping frenzy from a trailer

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shadovan · 3 months

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@never-surrender continued from here:

Still in bear form, the last thing Halsin expected to see was the form of Tareque standing before his very cage in the aftermath of an absolute slaughter. Halsin hadn't even had the time to break the damn cage down to help him before each and every one of the goblins were massacred in a rather spectacular display of skill. He almost felt bad for them ...

Almost.

Wild shaping back to his normal form, Halsin rose from all fours until he towered over top of Tareque, a smile firmly in place, "Ah, thank you my friend, I wasn't sure how much longer I would have been able to retain such a state... you're certainly a sight for sore eyes-"

The goblins had fallen quickly at his ambush, some more so than other. The few not immediately slain fell to a more sinister flavor of fate.

The lich hadn't known for certain that it was Halsin in the pen, but his assumptions had been made off of careful planning and the gossip of the nearby folk. Sure, there may have been parties out seeking to rescue the druid, but why shouldn't he interfere, himself? If he was more capable than the others, it was worth the venture.

He wiped some of the goblin blood off his cheek with his sleeve, then his head turned at the familiar voice. Was he relieved? Yes, but he wouldn't admit it aloud.

Not yet, at least.

"I could say the same," he stated with a coy little smirk, looking Halsin up and down in a manner that was anything but subtle. "Are you injured, though?"

#never-surrender #The woods are lovely dark and deep;; Halsin (never-surrender)#Verses/BG3|DnD #Times Passed;; Queued

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regicidal-defenestration · 7 months

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Did Val effectively utilise girlpower when she dealt with the trauma of being hallowed into a saint of a lie god by changing strangers into her mother and, when they couldn't tell her her name, making them ultimately kill themselves

#those show notes weren't lying this episode contains descriptions and offscreen depictions of self mutilation and death #BANGER episode tsv is truly hit after hit #the silt verses #wish I was better at identifying accents every so often I'm like Is That A Voice From My Neck Of The Woods but like fuck if I know

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milimeters-morales · 8 months

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this has def been said a ton already but it’s like almost mindblowing how Against The Kitchen Floor is such a The Spot song. each time i listen to it i have to do double takes bc of how well it fits. like that might as well be a theme song of his. btsv ends and you fairly hear that playing but like none of the people working on the movie ever confirm or deny it

#if you don’t know what song i’m talking about to listen to ittttt it’s such a good song #jonathan’s literally so will wood song coded. and the main character song bruh oh my GOD.#jonathan ohnn #the spot #atsv #spiderman atsv #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #m&m posts

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