#“By night one way By day another. This shall be the norm Until you find true love's first kiss And then take love's true form.”

[odedesenho]

✨By night one way By day another. ✨

@mollymarymarie

[sairusboom]

“By night one way, by day another. This shall be the norm, until you find true love's first kiss, and then take love's true form.”

[yes, it's from Shrek]

[lydialeereborn]

Okay, I just came up with a thought of why Gortash has a small-sized bed instead of a king-sized bed like Orin and Ketheric got.

The truth is that our beloved Lord Gortash is actually a raccoon.

That's why he only needs a small bed. Because that size is enough for his true form. But he also needs to cover the truth of his raccoon form.

That's why it's the size of a single bed. He needs to make others believe that he's a human. Moreover, he can make others think he’s so busy that he's afraid that if he's rest too well, he might overslept for his work.

"By night one way By day another. This shall be the norm until you find true love's first kiss, and then take love's true form."

Maybe he got a weird polymorph spell when he's in the house of hope. Gortash only shows up his true form at night, when everyone goes to sleep. Only Durge knows this truth, but they forgot.......

Edit: Maybe it's a punishment from Raphael for escaping the house of hope. He thinks Gortash's ambition is interesting, so he decided to give him a chance, to see what he can achieve. Making him stay in human form in the morning, but turn into a furry little chubby creature that eats trash by night.

Idk what I'm talking about, but I like this idea. Might draw something about it but I'm kinda busy these days.

[eddywoww]

By night one way, by day another / This shall be the norm / Until you find true love's first kiss / Then... take love's true form.

Oh we’re back to poetry again huh

[lovelydarkperfection]

By day, one way, by night another. This shall be the norm. Until you find true love's first kiss and then take love's true form."

~. Shrek

[fiogre]

“By night one way, by day another. This shall be the norm, until you find true love’s kiss and take love’s true form.”  

( x )

Name: Fiona Farraway Nicknames: None Age: 27 Height: 5′9”  /  7′0″ Sexuality: TBD Occupation: TBD

• Fiona was born to a wealthy family, and for the first few years of her life—the part of it she hardly remembers—she was certainly blessed. However, when she was very young a witch placed a curse on her: by day she would be her beautiful human self, but from sundown to sunrise she would be transformed into a hideous monster: an ogre. This would be the state of her existence until the day she receives the kiss of true love and takes love’s true form.

• For a few more years, Fiona lived at home with her parents, but when she was seven years old, she was sent far away to the family’s vacation home on the distant Echo Isle, where she was forbidden to leave and kept on house arrest by a woman who she imagined to be more like a fire-breathing dragon than a hired bodyguard.

• As she grew up, lonely and desperate, she turned to fairy tales for solace and dreamed of the day she would be rescued by her very own Prince Charming. That day would never come. When she was twenty-three, Fiona finally took matters into her own hands and made her escape.

• She’s been living on her own since then, trying to find her way in a world that wasn’t built for people like her, people that don’t fit into neat little boxes. She used to be ashamed of her ogre side, but the more she sees of the dark side of humanity, the more she privately rejects that part of her identity. She wants to find a place where she can be herself, her whole self, but she doesn’t belong fully to either side and struggles to know exactly who she is because of it.

• She’s all too aware that there are hunters who want people like her dead, so she ensures she’s never out anywhere near sunset and almost nobody even knows of her curse. She has found support with the Order, the leader of which she discovered upon meeting is actually a cousin on her mother’s side. Fiona hasn’t seen her parents since they sent her away, so Arthur is the only sort of family she really has around.

• Beside him, she’s rather close to a man named Paz, who has a connection to magic not entirely dissimilar from her own, although his transformations don’t occur like clockwork as hers do, and he turns into a cute little cat rather than a seven-foot-tall green beast. Still, she feels a sort of kinship to him.

• Fiona has a wealth of skills, both useful and useless, thanks to her years of nothing but time on her hands to teach herself and practice—all the necessary homemaking skills from when she believed her fate was to be a dutiful wife to her hopeful rescuer, but also fighting and self-defense, along with many creative hobbies.

• She has an impressive amount of physical strength even in her human form, as well as some unladylike habits that come out when she can’t help it, although she often tries to fit in and not let that side of her show in public or around people she doesn’t know she can trust.

• Fiona has a bit of a temper on her and can be bossy—but can you blame her? She’s gone stir crazy and only been properly socialized in the past few years, beyond all the books and television she consumed in her years locked up teaching her how people interact in the real world.

• “True love” is a concept she has all but given up on. There’s still a part of her deep down that’s a hopeless romantic, but true love never saved her from her life of imprisonment; she saved herself. Sometimes, fairy tales are just that. She only regrets that she let herself hope as long as she did and didn’t escape sooner.

• She likes piña coladas and getting caught in the rain.

[lumosatnight]

🧚🏻‍♀️ Saffic September: Fairy Tale AU 🧚🏻‍♀️

For my contribution to HP Saffic September 2022, a Daily Prompt Bingo Challenge run by @hpsaffics, I will be making a set of femslash AU rec lists and posting them throughout the month!! I'm trying to keep these lists manageable, so there will be ~10 recs per list.

Part 1 of my Saffic September Rec List Series! Today's prompt is Cinderella AU, so I've decided to make a rec list including other fairy tales. Also for the @sapphic-september prompt princess. 1 podfic + 2 art + 6 fic + 1 combo recs. Hope you enjoy!

PODFIC

🧚🏻‍♀️ today and forever [Chuna, G, 4 mins] read by @quietwingsinthesky 🧚🏻‍♀️ A fluffy short story about princesses. It will make your heart melt from the sweetness.

Princess Cho is about to meet her betrothed for the first time.

ART

🧚🏻‍♀️ Red Roses and Free Spirits [Linny, G, Digital] by @upthehillart 🧚🏻‍♀️ Lady Luna is stunning! Knight Ginny is a romantic. A whimsical, gorgeous piece.

She's seen the Lady there before, an airy blur of elegant fabric and blond hair. With roses in hand, maybe she'll see her again.

🧚🏻‍♀️ mech pilots [Chuna, G, Digital] by @nosignofwings 🧚🏻‍♀️ So I'm definitely stretching the definition of fairy tales here, but this art was so superb, I HAD to include it! Sci-fi is just fairy tales in space, right?

Cho x Luna as ‘mech pilots'

FIC

🧚🏻‍♀️ Fly Me To The Moon [Linny, G, 2.2k] by @flibbertygigget 🧚🏻‍♀️ I love the way Luna and Ginny work their way into each other's lives here. It all seems so natural and sweet.

In which Ginny is an astronomer, and Luna is a universe-shaking discovery.

🧚🏻‍♀️ stardust [Hanny, G, 1.6k] by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion 🧚🏻‍♀️ Hannah is a gem in this, and Ginny just wants a kiss. So much worldbuilding in so few worlds. It immediately sucked me in.

Here is another marvel that catches Ginny’s eye: a girl. Strangely plain in this sea of nymphs and sprites and monsters and mayhem... And that is where the strange love begins.

🧚🏻‍♀️ Accidentally in love [Fleurmione, T, 11.1k] by @mushroom-grey-scale 🧚🏻‍♀️ Think Harry Potter characters but make it Shrek! I love Crookshanks in this, the perfect amount of sass.

By night one way By day another. This shall be the norm Until you find true love's first kiss And then take love's true form. 

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Woods [Bellamione, NR, 1.8k] by Lyssandra_Med 🧚🏻‍♀️ This is a delightfully twisty story about Dark Hermione and her wife Bellatrix.

The villagers swear there are monsters in these woods.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Narcissus and the Lilium [Narlily, M, 6.5k] by sujing 🧚🏻‍♀️ A lovely story about forbidden love. Lily as a fairy is such a fun concept!

When two flowers meet. In two parts. In which Lily is a fairy with tiger lilies for wings.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The White Doe [Sybileen, T, 2.2k] by @inmyownlittlecorner5 🧚🏻‍♀️ This story is so angsty and wonderful. Sybil Trelawney fits perfectly into a Fairy Tale AU and for her to be paired with Eileen Prince is simply perfect!

The white doe haunts Eileen's dreams, and Eileen is just mad enough to follow

FIC + ART

🧚🏻‍♀️ Straw for Gold [Flonks, T, 26.0k, Traditional] by muse_in_absentia, @sunflower-swan, @artymakeart 🧚🏻‍♀️ A fantastical setting with wonderful embedded art and some delightful side characters.

A Flonks retelling of Rumpelstiltskin, with a twist.

Part 2: Coffeeshop AU →

[marciabrady]

“By day, one way, by night another. This shall be the norm. Until you find true love’s first kiss, and then take love’s true form.”

The only frames of PRINCESS FIONA in her human form during the 2010 final installment of the Shrek Franchise.

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Royal Rakshasa Guard (Aureus)

Relationship: Male Monster x Female Reader

Summary: Out and about when you weren’t supposed to be, you get caught by one of your favourite guards.

The Gilded Guard

One then two then three.

The blade swished and moved around you, whipping around your head, but the two of you were one and melding together. Like a leaf, it could sway and float in the air without disrupting those around it, one with a serene atmosphere. You had heard this before, but not intentionally.

Sweat built on your forehead, seeping into your hairline as you continued to keep in time with the beats of every hit: dodging and weaving as your opponent continued with their attacks. You were lucky for the helmet guarding your face for protection and recognition, the head of your King father’s military was relentless when it came to training rookies, and not once did he seem to slacken.

“Again,” his voice was strained from the possible exhaustion. “Up, on your feet—widen your stance, boy.”

“Sir.” You obeyed gruffly, your short posture seemed to help keep your balance for the most parts, but you found yourself constantly being thrown off your feet every so often. It was no wonder Aureus was the perfect fit to be your personal guard: protective, loyal and true, looking for the best of everyone around him but himself.

The sword in hand wasn’t as long and sweeping compared to his spear, easily able to knock you off and hit in places where you knew it would leave bruises. But for every hit meant it would be easy to shake off the fall. Get up, up before he strikes you whilst you’re still down.

His golden eyes seemed to mistakenly hold some pity for you, not as much as all the other times you had trained. To him, some lackey who was shorter and skinnier than all the other boys appeared out of nowhere, a wooden sword in hand and always wearing a helmet. The only thing he could see where your eyes: bright and eager, your small exterior attempted to hold some power when you spoke that one early morning in the training yard.

‘I require a shield and sword. Mornings before dawn for your lessons so you teach me to become a warrior.’

“Twist your arm more—turn into the strikes—yes, better. Again.” Your personal guard was as tall and lean as any other knight of a high rank: dressed in the shining armour that held no scratch nor scrape to the material, as clean and glistening as golden coins. His name held a fitting meaning.

Marvelling at his looks didn’t help you allow to concentrate, subsequently, the earth met your body as you crumpled to the ground with a grunt, squeezing the wind out your lungs. You attempted to get back up again, the soreness to your body didn’t help when all you wanted was a hot bath for your muscles, but Aureus dismissed you. “We finish for this morning, lad.”

“But I’m far from done,” you caught your breath, panting. “Do we not have another 5 minutes, Sir?”

The Rakshasa’s charisma grew on the broadness of his smile, his face relaxing with ease. “I must attend to the Princess, she will be up and ready for her sewing by now. I must leave, until tomorrow.”

“Oh.” You realised too late, your guard down. ��Thank you, Sir. Until tomorrow.” You hurriedly bowed and took off the opposite way, hoping that Aureus didn’t say anything in question. The Rakshasa watched quietly, observing your retreating form as you scurried across the courtyard, opposite to where the barracks of where the recruits stayed. Sighing to himself, he collected the wooden swords and spears back up before making his way to where he needed to go.

Only now did the sun begin to reach the red mountains, kissing the amber sky and reaching towards the town in surrounding golds and oranges. The golden sands surrounding the town grew with life as people grew bustling with their businesses: royal guards swapping in patrol with those of the night-time shift, with the head of the guard greeting those he spotted.

The dusky hues were bold and bright across the empire of sands, glittering brightly like gemstones across the palace tiles, giving the name of the Ruby City a fitting name.

Aureus stretched as he made his way through the courtyard to your apartment, greeting the maids as he passed, approaching your door and knocking curtly. The small “come in!” from the inside brought him to open the large wooden door, greeting you was always a treat for his day.

You always somehow managed to be awake before he arrived: stretched like a cat in the sunlight by the window, calmly and quietly proceeding with your embroidery. What you were sewing was indistinct to Aureus, just from how crooked your stitches were.

“Good morning, Aureus,” you smiled to him earnestly, your cheeks flushed with morning glow. “Had a productive morning so far?”

“So far strenuous, but my morning has brightened by being in your presence.” He greeted, bowing dutifully. His golden armour shone even in the shade of your apartment. “His Grace has asked for your presence for breakfast.”

“Very well.” you hopped down and placed your things down, passing him slowly, almost dragging your body across as if you were in pain. Your knight was quick to notice something was wrong practically immediately, “Princess, are you well?”

“Yes, I just—didn’t sleep very well last night. I will need a bath for my muscles.” You corrected sincerely, though Aureus didn’t respond with your explanation. His ears flattened against his head, his expression drawn from the notion. It was interrupted when he felt you link arms with him. “Come now, let me greet my sisters.”

Your sisters Marguerite and Cassia had been ten-and-two and eight compared to you near to your adulthood. Though they had taken on the more devoted roles of court, they were better ladies compared to you. You would know they would be better rulers compared to you when the issue of the throne would one day come.

“Oh, looks who finally decided to join us,” Marguerite was the first to announce your arrival into the large dining hall, smiling when she spotted the Rakshasa behind you. “How was your morning, dear sister?”

“Swell,” you quipped, coming round to kiss your father on the cheek. “What is the agenda today, father?”

“Lords and their sons come from the west in hopes of joining kingdoms through marriage,” the emperor was small and kindly from his seat at the head of the table. “You and Marguerite will be there to welcome our guests, and I shall match you with suitable sons.”

Your smile dropped from your face and you silently took your seat, the middle sister being the one to voice her opinions as bitterly as you had been thinking. “I suppose I shall send off my freedom now. At least some people get their freedom now to defy the norms of society.”

“No-one is doing that,” you warned quickly. “We all have our duties as women and young girls. We do what father thinks is suitable for us.”

“Yes, suitable.”

You rose from the table, Aureus was quick to follow you out as you said your excuses of not being hungry, straining in the corset of your dress as you left. You didn’t need to say much to Aureus as you went back into your room, the Rakshasa hovering in the doorway. “Princess?”

“You are free for the rest of the day, Aureus,” you forced a smile, strained as you had been in your clothing. “I don’t think you would want to spend it with me.”

“Quite the contrary, Princess,” he couldn’t help the smile to adorn his features, dazzling teeth on show. “But if you wish for me to leave you be, I shall have someone stand outside your room.”

He bowed courteously, his smile radiant as he took his leave. He would leave you for the rest of the day, knowing that you wouldn’t need him for your studies and lessons, but lingering close by if anything were to happen. Though he knew of your duties that were required, he knew of the love so unrequited that it stung his chest whenever you were nearby. A protective love – perhaps at first – but he saw your drive and wants, your dreams and strength, something that made him swell with pride. Had you been able to marry whoever you wanted, he would’ve been hoping your heart would’ve felt the same for him, but he didn’t believe you felt that same way within your chest.

The next day came and he had left his post earlier than expected, leaving another guard to train the rookies as he had decided to go to your room in hopes of speaking to you about his… feelings. A heartfelt confession, perhaps? No—you could decline his feelings that same day, but there was no hope in trying.

He had reached your apartment with his legs carrying him quickly, knocking once, then twice at the door, loud enough for you to hear, and when he heard movement from the inside, he was left bewildered when the person he wasn’t expecting opened the door.

You were there more ready than he had expected for the day, your hair tied in a neat knot, bare with little makeup on that you were required to wear at court. You seemed just as stunned to see him there, rigid in place with what you were wearing. Instead of wearing the normal heavy garments, you were dressed in boy’s trousers, a training doublet and breastplate were too bulky on you and hid your lithe figure, making you appear more boyish to what you normally wore. In your grip was the same helmet the boy he trained wore, tarnished and beaten with age.

You seemed to be outweighing whether to speak or close the door on him, your eyes shifting, “I can explain.”

“Oh,” Aureus piqued, a smile growing. “Knowing that you were the one that punched that boy’s tooth out makes this a whole lot better.”

“Please, Aureus. Don’t tell my father—if he were to hear of this-” your eyes were wide and frantic, but he was quick to step in and close the door so no soul could hear. “He will not be pleased if he finds out.”

“He doesn’t need to know, Princess,” the Rakshasa assured slowly, taking your hand into his, kneading your fingers carefully. “I will not tell a soul.”

You looked at your hands connected with awe, your eyes searching his own for something you didn’t know, but there seemed to be relief bubbling over the surface of your vague expression. “If there is one thing I must ask, would you continue doing something for me?”

“Continue what, Princess?”

“Continue training with me,” you hushed, squeezing at his paw. “I do not want to stop something like this with you. Even if I must cover my face, I do not want to lose this opportunity.”

Aureus’ laugh was full of mirth, gently bringing you to him in a reassuring hug, nudging you with his head. “Then this will not stop, my Princess.”

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[the-queen-of-ships]

Ay, just an odd question but why did Fiona have to be an ogre at the end? Couldn't she have like been a human and Shrek remain an Ogre? I ain't mad about it, just a sudden thought.

The curse goes like this;

"By night one way, by day another. This shall be the norm until you find true loves first kiss and then take true love's form."

True loves form because her true love is an ogre. Kissing Lord Farquad or Charming would probs not work and the cycle continues. Because she didn't love either of them. But if she did love one of them and they her, she'd be a human?

My question is why did she have to be an ogre to be with Shrek at the end? Tbh I dont see the situation changing any differently if she stayed human or became an ogre, Fiona still loves Shrek and Shrek loves her. So why did she have to change to be with him when she was originally human in the first place? Why was that true love's form?

Feel free to share thoughts, it'll maybe change my mind on things.

[c-h-a-r-m-necklace]

“By day one way, by night another – this shall be the norm, until you find true love's first kiss and then take love's true form.” Princess Fiona (reciting the curse put upon her).

I've done a Shrek mood board before and it's Princess Fiona's turn now!!

[freddiekluger]

I am all ears for your season 3 cap's big gay awakening ideas 👀👀

alright, you asked so sit down and strap in

before we get started- a few details are recycled/repurposed from earlier headcanons/ask answers (characterisation is like that), and i came up with all this a couple weeks back, so any overlap with other peoples suggestions is totally unintentional! i’ve just been finding the energy to properly write them up as originally i riffed them with a friend late at night lmao

the captain: homo evolution

introduction (scroll down if you’re not bothered for the hardcore analysis/logic)

this isn’t necessarily what i think WILL happen as much as how i would do it. over the past two seasons of Ghosts, we’ve seen the captain’s main character arc being centred around him loosening up, from learning to value mike, alison, and the other ghosts more as equals than soldiers/means to an end to the season 2 finale, where cap is not only expressing an interest in flowers and fashion (distinctly un-soldierly pursuits) but joining the party and other men (the direct opposite of About Last Night, in which cap bah humbugs partying/’gay abandon’ and is left speechless by the mere presence of a mostly naked man). that being said, the captain is still the captain: his character is still centred around this need for rules and structure and he still finds his identity in the archetypal WW2 military man- all of his incremental moves towards a more ‘modern’ perspective have ultimately been made possible because, like Ben said on twitter, the captain isn’t CONSCIOUSLY aware that he’s gay. he has the underlying feeling that he’s different, he knows of his tendency to attach himself to specific men and form incredibly close bonds (and, as demonstrated by his attempts to hide them, is at least somewhat aware that that’s not the norm), but in his mind he’s written that off as merely “not being a ladies man”. 

the captain is from the 1940s- it’s one thing for him to see and be supportive of a same-gender wedding in present day England where gay=legal unions, marketed doritos, and homophobia being still present but generally frowned upon, and another thing entirely for him to have to apply it to himself. we’ve already seen that the captain appears to be stuck in the past more than any of the other ghosts (”the war is over!” “is it, alison? is it?”- he also references the past more frequently than most of the others), and in his past sodomite gay=punishable by imprisonment and chemical castration, back alley hookups, and the constant threat of blackmail and violence. obviously, despite all this, there was a vibrant underground queer history taking place in England during this time & not all of the above is accurate, but it’s what cap would have seen, and the England of the early 20th century is denoted as being a particularly brutal period for lgbtq+ folks (the destruction of the first world war exacerbated rage and frustration, and lgbtq+ people weren’t the only gorup to end up on the receiving end of that, but i digress). this is basiclly just a really long way of me saying that the captain compartmentalising to that degree was, and to some extent is, a survival mechanism. confronting his homoseuxality means confronting what it means for a 1940s man to be a dreaded homosexual, and all of that directly conflicts with the image of ‘the Captain’ he’s built in his mind. 

we’ve seen this in Redding Weddy, where the captain is aware that Havers means/meant more to him than was normal for a captain/2ic relationship (he does attempts to hide his affection- “i shall miss you, Havers. by which of course i mean we shall miss you “he left me, i mean he left for the front”), but is never able to fully verbalise WHY, and it only takes a series of increasingly dramatic prompts before he will even mention the idea of Havers, let alone begin to articulate their relationship. 

all this just goes to prove that for the captain to properly ‘come out’, there needs to be an external inciting incident- he could easily have gone on shadowing attractive men whenever they visit and avoiding interrogating those feelings for another seventy years if Button house remained without alison and mike. 

while at least julian, pat, and robin have noticed that the cap is not the most heteroseual of men (they’re the only ghosts who have visibly reacted when cap says gay shit), they all appear to have decided to just not mention it, which makes alison and mike our wildcards. not only has alison’s ability to see and communicate with the ghosts already connected them more to the modern world than they ever have been, alison, and mike by extension, has a personal stake in the wellbeing/general growth of the ghosts. happy ghosts=happy house, and like it or not some of them are even beginning to become friends. [i probably didn’t need to write all this like explaining my decisions, but i think figuring out the motivations behind everyon just develops the flavour and lets us have a sexy and accurate headcanon]

so,

the episode

while the captain might not consciously know he’s a fruit (derogatory), he is well and truly terrible at concealing the thirst (it’s not his fault things just keep slipping out!)- i love the idea of just having a supercut near the beginning of the episode that just shows that the captain has gotten even GAYER since last season, with slip ups becoming almost a daily occurence, but it’s getting to the point where it’s actually becoming a serious hazard. last week, he was supposed to be looking out for alison while attempted to put up blinds, but one of mike’s friends (who was over ‘helping out’, which mostly meant eating chips and covering himself in paint) walked through the room with his shirt off and paint handprints on the seat of his shorts, distracting the captain from realising that alison’s stepladder was about to give way. 

with the increased presence of non elderly men in the house (the previous owner wasn’t exactly the life of the party) the captain is getting gayer and gayer, but he’s also becoming more and more defensive, while his brisk demeanour and need for control regresses to much more of a season 1 state (a subconscious attempt to regain control as things get close to spilling over). it’s not the first time his repression has almost slipped, he spent much of his life surrounded by soldiers after all, but with no war and no corporeal body he’s got almost nothing to distract himself from it. needless to say, between the safety hazards and the almost agressive defensiveness which derails any interaction, something needs to be done about the captain.

throughout the week, alison tries to find the opportune time to talk to the captain about what’s going on with him for everyone’s sake, but cap keeps masterfully evading any ‘deep’ talk with willful misunderstanding or just straight up dismissal (which at times gets a bit rude), and alison really doesn’t have the time- her and mike are caught up with managing the first official room redecoration and butting heads with a passive agressive delivery driver. insert general shenangigans, but at some point the captain’s whole “accidentally sabotage something by being distracted and then attack anyone who dares even look at him the wrong way afterwards” act causes alison to exasperatedly blurt out “we all know you’re gay! we get it! you like men! you can drop the act!”. there’s no malice or anything but, as we know, when alison gets run ragged things don’t tend to come out quite right.

everything falls silent (and mike is vaguely confused), and the captain just looks like a deer in headlights. as alison catches her breath, pat pipes up with a “it’s alright, cap, we don’t mind- now we can focus on the task at hand”. the captain sort of regains his composure and once again attempts to brush them all off with a scoff and a “i haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about. if any of us is distracted, i-it’s... kitty!” but it’s easy to tell he looks rattled. most of his words don’t come out right, and after trying to blame kitty for their failures (she just had the unfortunate luck of being in his line of sight), he ends up doing an awkward little walk away which quickly turns into a full on sprint. mike, having finished processing alison yelling about gay shit to the air and kind of pieced together what must have happened awkwardly chimes in with “it’s okay to be gay!”- alison just pats him on the back (”yeah no he’s gone, mike.” “gone?” “sprinted away.” “huh”)

the episode continues with the captain flat out avoiding alison and the other ghosts to an almost funny extent as the other plots continue. it takes a bit for alison to realise why the captain reacted so badly (in fact, it’s actually mike who remembers that he’s 1940s ghost- “he’s probably just scared and taking it out on everyone else”). while thomas and julian vote for leaving the captain be so they can have some peace and quiet, fanny/pat/alison/robin decide someone needs to talk to him (fanny surprised everyone but after all, she got murdered because her husband had to live in secrecy- if talking to the captain will avert any further crises, she’s happy to make sure someone else does it for her). kitty’s still upset about being singled out, but she knows better than anyone that sometimes all you need is a friend- cue realisation no. 2.

with the captain avoiding everyone, sending in a regular emissary isn’t going to work. they need to find the least threatening person possible, with no agenda or history other than being there to help (a friend, if you will)- cue everyone looking at mike.

a quick offscreen briefing later, we see mike wandering out to the field where the captain has exiled himself- remember that up until this point, the captain was still in conscious denial about his sexuality, so being forced to confront it head on (and finding out that apparently everyone ‘knew’, which for cap would feel like an intimate invasion of privacy/forced vulnerability) would rattle him to the point of self-exile- he might not be able to run from his sexuality, but he can run from people. the thing is, mike can’t see or hear the ghosts, which means the captain can’t be frightened off by any expectations (mike actually talks to/at cap while facing completely the wrong direction, but consdiering the above point, this works rather well). 

the captain was alternating between pacing, fiddling with his swagger stick, and sitting, but he unconsciously stands to attention as mike wanders over. he’s used to mike not being able to see them, so mike asking to sit down takes him by surprise, disrupting his instinct to flee again.

mike begins a little awkwardly (”mind if i sit?” *silence* “...i’m just gonna assume that’s a no. or is it a yes? yeah anyways i’m just gonna sit. so... heard you’ve been going through a rough patch”), and the captain almost scoffs and wanders off, but something about the clumsy earnestness in mike’s voice, the captain’s vulnerable state, and the fact that it’s been so long since cap has had anyone actually check in on him, that he stays put. he keeps standing and staring away from button house, and mike keeps speaking to the empty air to his left, and alison and the ghosts stay hidden behind their bush a few metres away, but at least the captain is listening. for the first time in weeks, he’s not on the offensive.

“i can’t actually see or hear you, so i’m just gonna talk and assume you’re listening. alison mentioned you have a habit of running away but, um, maybe don’t do that please?”

“my mate daniel's gay. uh, homosexual, you’d probably say- did you have gay when you were alive? did it just mean happy? anyway, he didn’t come out- that means tell people- until he left high school. we all kind of guessed it, the other kids at school gave him a real tough time for it, but he just squashed it down. couldn’t imagine that all the things people were shouting at him were true, so he ignored it. he’s doing good now though. got married to his husband last year, currently runs a bookshop. so that’s nice.”

it goes quiet for a bit. the captain hasn’t moved, and we’re still only seeing shots of him from the back, but there’s a little less tension in his stance than there was before.  mike clears his throat before continuing.

“i’m guessing you’re probably pretty scared right now. i would be- i mean not that you should be, you shouldn’t, but coming from your... situation, i’m guessing it’d be hard. no one’s saying you have to be anything you’re not ready to be, but lots of things that are scary are actually not bad. airplanes, skydiving, clowns- well, not the clown from that movie, but he gives clowns a bad rep- i’m sure there are plenty of lovely clowns out in the world. still give me the creeps though.” the captain makes a captain-y noise of assent about the clown comment- he never liked them either. 

mike glances over to the bush where alison and the ghosts were attempting to listen in (they could only catch every few words- mary got particularly concerned about why mike had referenced clowns), and the captain still hasn’t run away, so alison motions for mike to keep going. he starts telling the captain a story from his uni days. it’s got nothing to do with the captain, or being gay, or self-acceptance, or anything like that- it’s just a standard tale of comedic but inventive problem solving. the captain sits himself down next to mike (to his right, avoiding mike’s gaze, and still staring away from button house), muttering that his legs are getting a bit tired. he sits there for a while, and mike just talks. sometimes he circles back to the gay thing, sometimes he just asks the captain questions, before remembering that he can’t actually hear any answer, but then he keeps asking anyway, thinking that cap might need to talk. he doesn’t at first, but slowly he offers up a word or two. and then a sentence, and then maybe more- mike will accidentally cut the captain off, or leave the silence to long, but the captain doesn’t mind (it’s a nice reminder that nothing he says will actually go on to have consequence). at one point, mike gets out his phone to show the captain photos of his mate daniel and daniel's husband, not just their wedding day but casual photos- couples drinks with him and alison, dinners at each other's places, the bookshop. 

alison and the other ghosts have long gone, and the sun is just about to sink below the horizon by the time the captain stands himself back up with the traditional knee crack and grunt. he looks at mike and nods, giving him a simple thank you before turning to walk (not run) back to button house, head held slightly higher and looking more relaxed than he’s been all episode. the captain has still got a lot to figure out, but at least it’s a start.

[i love the dramatic ending but the implication is that alison has to go and fetch mike bc he has no ideas cap has left and is prepared to keep going lol- also by no means is cap suddenly going to ditch his characterisation and become a yas kween gay right away, i didn’t go into the aftermath bc this is alreayd fucking LONG but let me know if you want follow up????}

EDIT: i've rbed this with the follow up/part 2 attached!

EDIT 2, much later: switched out mike's reference to his 'younger brother' to a school friend, since the christmas special confirmed mike only has sisters and we're all about accuracy here

[fantasyandromancelover]

By night one way by day another, this shall be the norm. Until you find true love's first kiss, then... Take love's true form.

[shrekisshrimpthesimp]

PEAK THROUGH MY SOUL

By night one way, by day another. This shall be the norm. Until you find true love's first kiss then take love's true form.

The name is Shrek and from dusk till dawn, I simp, hard.

Temptest unleashed

A malestorm of unbridled lust

In short, this woman is horny and depressed. (Pretty much all that there is to know.)

I mainly simp for my Holy Tridaddies:

Erwin Smith

Nanami Kento

Kakashi Hatake

I also write fanfics from time to time and I post weird, random stuff, whatever comes to my oonga boonga brain.

That's all. Have a great day!

[windsweptlassie]

On Love

So as you know I made this uquiz with an open-ended question at the end, tell me something about love, and I’ve gotten the most wonderful responses! They range from descriptions of wonderful partners: 

Lauren: oh, how long I went without being myself until I met him and he showed me who I truly was and that my worth was higher than I ever thought was possible

Levi: I love who we are with each other. I love who I am with you. In your company I am me. In your company I am the best of me. The best with the best, I've told you. I wouldn't give you up for anything

Daniel: i fell in love for the first time when i was 17... at the time, i didn’t realize it was the first time, i thought i’d been in love before, a couple times actually, but falling in love at 17 was such a fulfilling experience, it felt so forceful yet so right. it’s when i first truly understood what love was. never before had i felt so understood and so cared for as i did when i was in love with her, and she was in love with me. it’s been nearly 4 years since then, and nearly 3 years since we broke up and stopped talking, and still, i think about her almost every day. i’ve never known anyone like her; to me, she was love itself.

El: oh i’m in love with everyone that i know op!!! especially my girlfriend, of course ,but also my friends and my family and random people on the street and uh

Grace: i’ve met my soulmate and we plan on getting an apartment and marrying after college

A: I’m going to ask the woman I love to marry me and I just wanted to tell someone because I am so excited

Jeremy: you ever have that feeling where basically after years of denying that someone couldnt understand you in a way or love you and then the next thing you know you happen to find that person and its just great from then on out? idk how to explain it anyways I love my boyfriend so much he means the world to me

Lucy: i am so happy i have found the one i love

to descriptions of best friends and favorite people:

Nightbyrd: Love is a hug from an alzheimer's patient who hasn't the foggiest idea who you are, but they know you're worth hugging.

H: I have been doing so much yoga with my roommate recently!! It's a great way to center my mind for an hour

Riv: [platonic] i’ve literally never met anyone who understands me in the way that my best friends do. they’re literally the best people in the whole world and i genuinely don’t know what i’d do without them. i love them with my whole heart

Cillian: when i talk about how much i love my best friend i get so teary eyed because i cant believe that such a genuinely wonderful person wants to speak to me every day - i care for her more than anyone else on this planet

O: my two besties are my sources of happiness and they’re so pretty i would die for them :D

to beautiful quotes:

Kai: "you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on." DARCYYYY PLS MY HEART CANT HANDLW THIS PAIN

Dorian: When the plane went down in San Francisco, I thought of my friend M. He’s obsessed with plane crashes. He memorizes the wrecked metal details, ____the clear cool skies cut by black scars of smoke. Once, while driving, he told me about all the crashes: The one in blue Kentucky, in yellow Iowa. How people go on, and how people don’t. It was almost a year before I learned that his brother was a pilot. I can’t help it, I love the way men love. (accident report in the tall, tall weeds- ada limon, bright dead things)

Adam: every day I think about lemony snicket I will love you if I never see you again I will love you if I see you every Tuesday or however it goes. and it KILLS ME. love only fits in small things

Hero: “Your heart beats in my ribs and mine in yours, and both in God’s… The divine magnet is in you, and my magnet responds.” - Herman Melville to Nathaniel Hawthorne

Mary: "Love is watching someone die."

Alex: "meet me at blue diner, i'll take coffee and talk about nothing baby"

Sparrow: "How dare you love me like you've never known fear?" and "For you, the world," and "Darling, I was born to press my head between your shoulder blades," and "Will you start where I end?"

V: " You want to die for love. You always have. " and "someone will remember us, I say, even in another time" are living rent free in my mind 24/7 and I'm shaking. When will I finally be not the only one falling ?

Sahar K: To love another person is to see the face of god!!!

Miriam: all the love in the world is useless when there is total lack of understanding- kafka

Juls: Don’t you think they are maybe the same? Love and attention

to practices of love:

Leo; i love feeling happy bc somebody that i love is happy and comfortable....like its not about me i just love seeing you smile. we are safe together...idk i just feel it bro

A: I like to think love is leaning on each other during the light or dark days. Its a personal mission of mine to find out who I am and what I want. Yet I never seem to find my place in this world and as I look and look , I realise the only place I can be myself even with or without the efforts to find myself was done on that day or not, I am always tired so shall I lean on you? And you can lean on me as well. I shall be your fig tree and you shall be my favourite willow tree.

L: It's too late at night to be soul searching, but it's a journey we all seem to find ourselves on these days.

Anthi: feeling safe and at home, I guess (also I love frogs)

Julia: ive found that loving someone is like becoming your own thesaurus. you have to find or come up with infinite ways to say, you’re beautiful, or, i love you. it’s a gift

Galexies: ive been writing letters to the person i'd love one day since i was 14. i write them in a little journal usually, but i've been digitizing them into emails and sending them to one account that i'll give to them someday. i'd like to put pictures, but i haven't been outside much recently so theres that. i wonder if they'd like the sunsets i have on file, or if they'd find my cat cute in a bowtie.

Caeles: Love is sharing fruit slices and making someone tea at random

Dundy: Love is sending your friends cursed shit and watching them react in horror

to crushes and potential loves: 

Jess: I have a crush on my roommate. It sucks, but it's also wonderful. I get to be around him all the time when we're at school. we share a life together; it's rather domestic. I think a lot about marrying him and being domestic with him forever. It won't happen, and I'll move on eventually, but I'll be happy with him for as long as I can. I hope you feel loved tonight, because you are. Sleep well.

Aki: I so desperately want to believe that love is fake because I’ve seen what happens when loved ones leave but whenever I start to convince myself that I’ll never love anyone my best friend messages me telling me she loves me. She’s the only person I’ve ever pictured having a future with but love scares me and I don’t really know what to do but I think as long as she’s with me in some way, I’ll be fine

Hi: her her i keep thinking abt her.... gonna see her in 8 days or so i really miss her. its ok if shes never gonna love me like i want her to really being her friend spending time with her makes me the happiest girl on earth.... outsold antidepressants

Kit: this guy i have a crush on has hypnotically dark brown eyes and he's wonderful and shows me kindness like no one else

Juno: my crush has all the stars in his eyes

Mads: When I have the courage to meet my eyes with hers, the world stands still

Be Nice To Me: Look bro I never do these but I am yearning to hold them SO badly right now and someone needs to know it besides me

to the trials of love: 

Pppppp: I just wanna love like from the movies and what I read about.. but everyone tells me that that’s fictional and rare to find in the real world and it sucks bc it seems like all the guys I’ve met are terrible and the norms of society are all about not respecting women and uthdjdjdk

Manny: I have been in love before and I will be again but I’m not now and I miss it

Ok: I don't think I've ever been in love, though I love many people. I am waiting for the day I look at someone and can say, YES. IT'S YOU.

Chloe: idk rn i'm like okay with my love and i'm happy so we'll see i'm just a little cautious rn bc my last partner told me i didn't know how to love

L: love is so fucking complicated I don't even know where to start

Corrin: He’s not real and it worried me that I will never allow myself to live or be loved because I will always be waiting for him

Sean: Good luck it dont exist

Serena: i want 2 b in love :(( </3

13: I don’t know anymore

M: I just really don’t like dealing with it lol

to beloved characters: 

Janaya: I’m madly in love with my comfort and kin character and I hope maybe in the afterlife I can relive a life with him in some sort of dimension

Jhgjdf: when i was a kid i had a crush on ash ketchum from pokemon and id always daydream about being a female pkmn trainer and meeting him and we fall in love

to advice and prose: 

Mikolai: Love is earth, gentle and soft at first flight but upon being broken, drowns you in the dry choking wastes of its consequences...

Thex: Your hands will not go cold without someone to hold them. I am here. I will be here.

Kat: it is the nearest proof to god that i find myself surrounded by people who love in a way that complements so wonderfully the way i love

H: believe in love out of spite believe in love to prove everyone wrong believe in love because you were told not to and we will not do what we’re told anymore believe in love because it’s the strongest act of teenage rebellion we have left believe in love because it’s easier not to and when is easy worth doing? believe in love because everything says otherwise but you are untouchable, you are your own, you are not made by their design believe in love because, perhaps, you are love

Ali: I used to want a kind of love that feels like coming home and now I want nothing more than to be away from home on many different adventures

Em: you dont need to love yourself to accept it from others

to the small, the simple, and the sweet:

Ireal: Poems

O: Flowers

Fay: ah im sorry that i’m feeling unmotivated but you are very kind.

Ad: we love LOVE

A: <3

Isak: small things

H: intense

Hey: Listening to a clock ticking away

S: her

E: <3

Hania: Amorous, I adore that word ^^

Catboy: wholesome

J: i love love so much it hurts

Emmy: hi i love the song darkest of discos!! try and give it a listen!! <3

Nora: Love is painful, but most of the time love is great

Ariel: i like the comfort it can bring

M: i love love

to food!

Cool Whip: Matzoh ball soup!!

Woop: I love sausages.... I hope that's ok with you?

and animals too <3

Nee: hmm i have pet geckos and i love them very much!

96: raccoons ????

DJ Big Penis: cats

:3: I Love frogs,,, love is stored in the frog,,,

I hope that this serves as a sweet compilation of what love means! Love to all of you, it warms my heart so much to hear about your people and your geckos and your characters and soup and all the songs and quotes you love. <3 Strength to all of you who are figuring out to do about your feelings for your crush, and congratulations to you who are proposing or moving in with your person! Your words are a source of light to me, truly.

[amenomiko]

Thank you for the request @ginshoujo ❤❤❤❤❤

IkeRev Guys Reaction When MC Tells Them She is Pregnant

Lancelot

She entered the room cautiously, earning a confused look by him. Pursing her lips as she stands near his still sitting posture, she was pulled to his lap, and she rest her head against his shoulder.

"What's wrong, Alice? Have you missed me already?" He grinned, kissing her forehead before resuming to write onto the papers with his other hand.

"Lancelot..?"

"Hm?"

"...I'm pregnant."

There was a slight imperfection in his signature before he turned to her. "..What?"

With a nervous smile, she took his hand and place it on her belly. Not only he could feel there's a small bump around it, there was also a faint magic aura in it. After a moment of silence, he breaks it with "..I'm a father?"

They shared a kiss before MC could answer fully, making her giggle into the kisses with him.

Jonah

He was about to take a mouthful bite of his beloved dessert,

...Until she said that she is pregnant.

Cue massive cough and choking sound, making his fan club members rushed into the dining room with "MY QUEEN??" "MY QUEEN ARE YOU ALRIGHT??" "MY QUEEN LET'S RUSH YOU TO DR.KYLE NOW!"

"Wait! Wait! Wait!! I'm fine..! Let go of me OAO!!!"

It took him a while to escape and run back to her (who has been left alone in the dining room + laughing edgar beside her), and there was a huge grin on his face as he cupped her cheeks, "You- you are pregnant?? Oh my gosh-- You are pregnant-- I'm a father?? *gasp* Then Luka is going to be an uncle! This is good news! I shall tell him right away!"

And NYOOM he goes to black army headquarters with his horse, creating a ruckus here and there just to announce his brother the good news.

Edgar

He had returned from the town with his jellybean stash and some of his King's milky gummies. Of course, after making sure that Jonah isn't around, he carefully enters Lancelot's office with their secret "trade".

Catching the sounds of soft foot steps, he's about to brace himself if it belongs to Jonah,...only to find that it's his beloved instead.

Despite being called the gentle demon, his smile is the purest whenever she's around. "Yes, my dear Alice?" He greeted his wife while continuing the process of his trade with Lancelot when she announced,

"Uhm.. I'm sorry if I sounded like I'm in a rush, but I can't wait to tell that I'm.." She smiled sheepishly, "Pregnant..!"

Clatter.

Both of his jellybeans and Lancelot's gummies fell all over the floor while their hands froze mid air.

Well, it took him a while to blend in. And when he did, there were tears on his face (awwwww).

Kyle

"I see you have another tiring day? I assume you wanted the usual?" Dum slide his beer cup before Kyle could answer to his question, turning away from the latter and to his dear wife.

"What can I get for you, Alice?"

"Uhm.. Just a warm water will do."

"Warm water? You came all the way here to drink a warm water??"

There goes Kyle and his oh-so-already-5 seconds-drunk. His flushed face contorted at her, as if there's a flower grew on top of her head. "What? Are you feeling sick or something?"

"...." She waited for him to take another sip as she smiled, "Yeah, it's been hard lately as I threw up a lot, due to being pregnant with your baby."

"PUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!"

Poor Dum couldn't dodge that beer shower.

Ray

Green eyes roam every corner of the room, Ray let out a huff before curving his lips to a grin. A helpless grin of pure happiness and bliss.

"..Still can't believe that the cradle has opened cat cafe?" She can't help but to let out a giggle to his mesmerized face when the waitress served a cat-shaped waffle.

"Not only that. They even let the cats roam free..!" He chuckled, holding up one of the cats to cradle it in his arms. "Awww aren't you adorable doing that? You are treating it like a baby..!"

He smirked at her, grin gotten wider when his fingers were licked. "They are always my biggest joy, I have to admit."

"Then you are ready, it seems."

Ray stopped an inch from kissing the cat in his arms. "Ready..? What do you mea-"

So-called cat nearly fell from his arms when she rubbed her belly while announcing that she is pregnant, and all the cats jumped when he carried her in circles by the waist joyfully.

Harr

He watched her eating happily with the food that he cooked. Her appetite seems to be increasing as of late, but he didn't mind at all,...however...

"Mmmf..!!"

Another one.

His legs quickly followed MC as she run into the bathroom, vomiting her throat out.

After each and every of her meals, she will end it with a sickly reactions. It caused him to worry, despite how she smiled to assure that she is fine.

"I'm sorry to have worried you, Harr."

"No, no, it's fine. Really. I'm really worried, MC. This has been going on for weeks and I'm afraid if you have a bad indigestion--"

"Don't worry, really. It's a common thing to happen once a women gets pregnant."

"...Eh?"

"...Eh?"

He froze for a good 5 seconds until "AAAAAAH O////A////O!!!"

"W-wh-what's wrong??"

"YOU- I- HOW- WHEN-- WHAT--"

"C-Calm down, Harr..! Didn't I told you about it last week through Dalim when you are working at the magic tower??"

"....*Sudden realization* Wha-- is this the meaning of 'There's an oven in the bun'??"

"No, no, you get the opposite..!!"

Looks like Dalim has been teasing him, but yet it couldn't be explained as he had fainted.

Oliver

She entered his working room, and makes herself comfortable. It was a norm of they usual days ever since they tied the knot; there was no need of morning greeting as a look in the eyes is more than enough.

At first, she didn't want to disturb his focus, still..

Teasing him every now and then could be fun as she rarely do so. "..Oliver?"

"It's 'Honey' for you isn't it? We didn't get married last night aren't we?" He raised one of his eyebrows at her. "Still sleepy?" He smirked, but there were fondness in his tone.

"Alright,...Honey?"

"What is it?" He turned to the machine in his hands. "You can't wait for tea time already?"

"Hmm that's one of it, but.. Actually.." She purse her lips from smiling, hiding the giddiness in her chest. "May I request for something for you to make for me?"

"Hoh? That's a first." He wheeled back to her. "Name it. It better be something interesting enough to make me do it."

Another harsh remark but she knew that he will still do it anyway. "Well, it will be. I bet you will exaggerate it even more than my own." She rose from the sofa, tugging on his sleeve before looking into his eyes, "I want a small cradle. For our baby."

Klang!

The machine slipped and fell onto the floor. "...Come again? Who's baby?"

"Ours."

He blinked, twice. Thrice. With that salty expression of his. "You are pregnant? No. You are pregnant." She nodded. "Mini oliver is here." She pats her belly, and it immediately were replaced with his arms that circle around it, showered with his kisses and excitement of "I'm a dad-- damn it..! I--" He didn't know what to say, only to laugh from his heart before giving few deep kisses to her.

*later*

"How about your machine that is broken in half?"

"Let it be, I can always do it later." He said proudly while continuing to rub his hand on her belly.