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curlysgirl0202 · 1 year ago

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HEADCANNON STORY:

SERENADED BY LOVE:

When Curly Bill discovers the reader's birthday is coming up, he desperately wants to find the perfect gift to how his devotion to her. What does he finally decide to get you?

It seems that your birthday is coming up and Curly Bill wants to impress you by getting you the perfect gift. He thinks about you and what you have talked about and what you seem to enjoy. He knows you love fresh flowers, candles, perfume and books, but he is determined to give you something truly special and from the heart. Curly Bill finds himself asking Ringo for advice and Ringo suggests Curly Bill write you a poem about his feelings for you.

At first, the big cowboy guffaws and thinks Ringo is crazy. Furthermore, Curly can't read or write as well as Ringo and doesn't want Ringo to write it for him.

All night, Curly Bill thinks about you while he tosses fruitlessly in his tent. He tries to put the right words together:

"The loveliest flower in Arizona..." He begins. He shakes his head and thinks it sounds stupid.

Curly Bill spends the next few days not only thinking of you, but thinking how he can tell you how he feels without looking foolish. Curly Bill likes to act tough and he is the toughest guy in Tombstone, but his confidence in writing a poem is shattered. He could shoot coins for you, shoot the flames off of candles and then twirl his pistol. But he wants to do something completely unique and wants to show you he does have a softer side.

He begins reciting in his mind and begins writing down ideas slowly as he is not the smartest guy around.

(Your Name)...

You are the most beautiful flower in Arizona.

I want to make you mine...

He crumples the paper and throws it out, cursing under his breath. He starts to think this is a bad idea, but Ringo was right; a love poem he wrote himself may be the special magic that it would take for you to see him as more than just a lowly cowboy who never amounted to anything in his life. Curly didn't exactly have a plethora of opportunities growing up and the aftermath of the civil war made him the outlaw he is.

He tries again...

(Your name)

How lovely your smile...

How I adore your sweet face.

I think you're beautiful and know I ain't.

Your hair flows in the breeze and takes my breath away.

I would do anything just to be with you.

Well, this old cowboy wants you.

You're like an angel to me.

Happy birthday to the most beautiful woman I've ever seen....

Curly Bill reads and rereads his poem and is tempted to throw it away. He fears you may think it's stupid. You may even show people and then he would be a laughing stock. A dumb and worthless cowboy with nothing but the clothes in his back is going to win you over; and he is just one of many suitors.

Curly Bill doesn't share his words with anyone. He desperately wants to show you his softer side and show you how much he cares, but his overwhelming fear of rejection and public ridicule makes it difficult.

He keeps his poem in his pocket and reads it over until he has it committed to memory. He whistled as he rode into Tombstone, knowing your birthday is just a day away. Curly Bill sees you going from shop to shop with some of your friends and he simply watches you. He takes his hat off when you see him and his heart is delighted when you smile at him.

"I know you're beautiful and I ain't..." Curly Bill continues whistling nervously. He knows other men will be showering you with gifts and he worries he may not ever get the chance to tell you how he feels.

Curly Bill decides to have a few drinks and fill up on some liquid courage. He doesn't want to share his poem with anyone but you because he fears they will just laugh at his feeble attempts to swoon you! Having you laugh at his poem and his vulnerability is more than he could bear.

So, Curly Bill decides to take you for a short walk and share with you the short poem it took hours for him to write!

He takes a deep breath and watches you and your friends move to the restaurant. He tries to hide his jealousy; he knows Behan will be there with fresh flowers and probably an expensive piece of jewelry. Curly Bill could steal whatever he wants to give you, but he can't bring himself to steal something for you...You mean too much to him!

Curly Bill decides to wait until he gets you alone and so he returns later that evening to his cowboy camp to get some sleep and share his poem with you on your actual birthday.

He tosses and turns in his tent, mulling over his poem again and again. The morning comes too soon and Curly Bill awakes and wonders if he slept well. He asks Ringo what time it is and Ringo looks at his pocket watch and says, "Just a little after 9."

Curly Bill gets himself ready to see you. He goes into town, takes a bath, has his clothes laundered and sucks back a few shots of whiskey before taking a deep breath and begins looking for you. He knows it's your birthday and he doesn't want to interrupt your special day with friends.

To his surprise, he finds you by yourself walking out of a dress shop. He walks towards you, feeling in his pocket for his poem.

"Well, happy birthday!" Curly says to you and his heart lifts when you smile sweetly at him. There are few things that can melt this old cowboy's heart and your smile is one of them! Of course he would never admit that his knees get weak when you're talking to him.

"Thank you!" You answer. "I wanted to treat myself to something new!"

"You must be real busy today," Curly says, holding his hat and shifting his feet nervously.

"Oh! My friends came from California to celebrate with me."

Curly nods his head, still holding his hat.

"But they left this morning! So it's just me today!"

Curly Bill's heart lifts and he is ready to read you his poem.

"Well," Curly begins. "Have you had lunch yet?" He immediately regrets asking.

You shake your head no and Curly smiles.

"Want to have lunch? For your birthday, I mean." Curly Bill's heart is pounding and he can't believe how nervous he is. Your big eyes look up at him with wonder and when you answer yes, it is music to his ears. He escorts you to the restaurant and asks for the best table.

Curly Bill tries to order for you, but he fumbles as he has never done anything like that before. You smile and he appreciates how you want to make him more comfortable. You eat slowly. Curly begins eating quickly like he always did and then realizes he needs to slow down so you don't think he's disgusting or has terrible manners. But you find it charming. It's not everyday this cowboy has a chance to impress a beautiful woman. He butters your bread for you and eats faster than anyone you've ever seen, but you can't resist his social ineptness. It's refreshing and adorable! You eat slowly and he says, "You ain't eating hardly nothing, YN." You smile sheepishly. You're a little nervous yourself. You're in the presence of Curly Bill Brocious, King of the Cowboys!

When dinner is over, Curly Bill insists you get dessert. He wants you to order the most expensive treat on the menu! When the decadent cake is served, Curly Bill clears his throat and pulls his poem out of his pocket. You can see his nervous and is even shaking a little! Your heart can't help but melt over his vulnerability and his courage to reveal it to you. He once again clears his throat and begins reading, his voice shaking uncontrollably, fearing you may start laughing at him and his foolish attempt to impress you.

"Y/N..."

"How lovely your smile..."

"How I adore your sweet face."

"I know you're beautiful and I ain't."

"Your hair blows in the breeze and takes my breath away."

"I would do anything just to be with you."

"Well, this old cowboy wants you."

"You're an angel to me..." Curly Bill finishes.

"Happy birthday to the most beautiful woman I've ever known..." Curly Bill pauses, unable to finish and shocked by his own weakness. He chuckles sheepishly, like a little boy.

"Happy birthday," Curly Bill says. You take his face and kiss him gently, not caring at all about who was watching. He takes your small and delicate hands and holds them with his big clumsy ones. He looks intently into your eyes and taps your nose with his index finger. You smile and look into his vulnerable eyes. You understand how tough it is for a man like Curly Bill to show any emotion. He can't believe he's sitting with you. At the end your evening together, Curly asks if he can escort you to the hotel where you're staying. Your smile says it all and as he helps you onto his horse, he notices the envious glances of some of the men who would have killed to be in Bill's position and the pride he is feeling cannot be described.

You hold him tight and thank him again for his poem. His heart lifts when you ask him for a copy.

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funky-boat-zone · 3 years ago

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the lighthouse chronicles: part 10/10

big birthday bash

how often do sapient vehicles celebrate their birthdays anyway? depending on how they process time, having their birthday/build date celebration every year could get excessive/tiring.

in one episode, there’s a really loud audio glitch that scared the shit out of me the first time i heard it. the problem is that i can’t remember what episode it was, just that it happened in a scene involving zorran (because of course it did)

top hat’s voice sounds really off fsr

ffs otis, you’re a grown adult. quit being so pouty to the literal child who gave away the surprise by accident.

never thought i’d say this, but i genuinely feel really bad for ten cents here. he’s just a kid who just made a mistake, and what do top hat and otis (adults) do? top hat rats him out to sunshine, and otis acts all passive aggressive towards him.

and even sunshine gets mad at him and says that they may as well just cancel the party!

“it’s okay, you can throw me a surprise party another time” or you could at least pretend to be surprised and try to enjoy the party because it’s the mature thing to do, otis?

“what do you want me to do, sink myself?” “not a bad idea” hey sunshine, what the fuck

the other tugs (seemingly) only forgive him because captain star told them to

and so the party happens and all is well except for the fact that no one apologizes to ten cents for being so awful to him over an honest mistake

stop the music

it’s a whole episode of singing. help

and yes, this is the episode where zorran raps

i am going to outlaw the snugboat harbor song fest

grampus sinking into the water and going “blblblblbl” is a mood

zorran no. zorran please don’t do it, i know you’re evil or sth but-

i thought you were better than this, zorran

“do you want to be famous?” “you mean i’m not already?”

unfortunately, this episode is where i got my headcanon that top hat can sing. i sincerely apologize

grampus dismisses top hat’s singing when he’s the only boat who can remotely carry a tune

sunshine’s voice is at its absolute most grating in this scene jfc

“i’ll never be ready for the song fest :(” (triumphant music playing in the bg)

hooray, “work together” or something, no moral is worth a whole episode of singing

let’s wing it

oh no, vegetable puns

zak’s voice is almost as cursed as zip’s

i never want to hear zorran say “mayonnaise” in any context for any reason ever again

why do the boats know what salad dressing is?

big stack, quit singing

“wish i could help” i appreciate the sentiment izzy, but you are a steam tramper, not a tug, and your dream of helping with the ocean liner can never be

and so we end on a vegetable pun

no strings attached

another music-themed episode?? oh no

another log jam?

are tugboats an instrument?

no patrick, tugboats are not an instrument

coast guard boats are not an instrument either

top hat using his horn/whistle to play the first few notes of the theme song implies that he’s aware of the fourth wall

ten cents, don’t bother cappy. he has important coast guard stuff to do

dammit ten cents, you pulled a coast guard vessel away from his job. people could die

love how ten cents talks abt cappy’s whistle and cappy is represented by a completely different boat.

the rhyming brings up memories of miller-era thomas. and that’s not a compliment

the song sounds like sth out of an obscure 16-bit game that’s only remembered for one song and only because that song was used in a meme

guilty gull

how rich are salty’s parents to get him a working, driveable toy car for his birthday?

you know an episode’s gonna be interesting when it starts with zug getting blamed for something he says he didn’t do

again with the fire barge! i’m banning zip and zug from having any contact with fire barges unless it’s an emergency

do you think billy’s aware that the tugs only really talk to him when they need him for arson?

i think he is, and he’s cool about it. billy, you deserve better. get some friends who see you for more than your skill at arson

f in the chat for zug, the snugboat harbor scapegoat

i know that it’s just tradition to refer to ships as she/her, but in the context of this show it sounds like the stuck tanker is sapient and the tugs are going to destroy her anyway

sl!zug deserves better 2k21

bivalve blues

sunshine’s voice sounds really strained fsr

“wanna hear my new riddle?” “not now. bye” same, ten cents. same

sad boat hours

honestly ten cents has every right to be sad and upset after the events of “big birthday bash”

that’s not why he’s sad though, he’s upset bc he feels unappreciated or sth

a fire?? that escalated quickly, holy shit

love how bluenose is just sitting in the background with no one noticing/acknowledging him as ten cents takes the fuel barge

also that split second of bluenose twitching/shaking at the end

honestly i’m more interested in whatever the hell’s going on with him

i’m sad because they had to incorporate and re-dub that emotional ending scene from “munitions”

ten cents gets cheered up, the other tugs appreciate him, sunshine finally tells him her riddle, and bluenose is presumably scarred for life because this the last episode and we never see him again after this.

#the lighthouse chronicles #shitpost #ask to tag #reaction tag

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imagine-loki · 5 years ago

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Gifted

Title: Gifted (Sequel to Giftless)

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 36/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE:

Imagine that you are Stark’s niece and you secretly share a strong relationship with Loki since he entered the crew. One day you get hurt so bad during a mission that you are about to die. Loki knows a spell that will save you and share his immortality with you but you and he will be linked forever sharing thoughts, pain, emotions…

RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

You woke to the feel of magic in the air. You were terrified for a moment that this was a nightmare since you didn’t remember Loki spelling you to sleep. You had fallen asleep in a pile of bodies, pillows, and blankets. You sat up, earning a grumble from Pepper when she was moved. You sighed in relief. Pepper and your super friends wouldn’t be in a nightmare from Balder. You made your way to your feet, still looking for where the feel of magic was coming from. You shook Loki awake, surprised he was sleeping through it. His eyes snapped open when you shook him. He jumped to his feet too once he felt the magic. You stepped around the bodies of your friends to the other end of the common room where the feel of magic was coming from.

An instant later a portal opened in front of you. You drew a dagger and a fireThor in an instant. Loki had a dagger and a bolt of magic ready too. A figure stepped through the portal. It was Thor. You and Loki both vanished your weapons the moment you realized it was him. You hugged Thor the second the portal snapped shut behind him. /Thor! What are you doing here?/ Thor swung you around, like he hadn’t seen you in ages, even though it had only been a day.

“Mother sent me to spend the day with you. She said today is your actual birthday, and sent you with a gift,” Thor explained, setting you back on your feet. He then hugged Loki and swung him around too. Loki’s curses and your laughter woke your friends.

Most of them groggily greeted Thor and filed off to their own beds to finish out the night there. It was only around 3am. Tony and Pepper stayed with us, though. “Pepper, you can go up to bed,” Tony told Pepper, who was being carried by Tony. Pepper’s tail was dragging almost to the floor. Pepper just made a small mewing noise and shifted more comfortably in Tony’s arms. Tony just sighed.

“What gift did Mother send you with?” Loki asked Thor, curious. Neither of you asked how Frigga had known. She could see the future after all, and always seemed to find the exact thing people needed at any given moment.

“A spell that I am not allowed to share with you, Brother,” Thor answered, though hesitantly. It was rare for Loki not to be allowed to learn new magic. “It has been cast, it just needs one final thing to activate. It is also only for today,“ he explained. "Sister, may I have a dagger?” Thor asked pleasantly. You handed yours to him without a thought. It was Thor after all.

“Blood magic?” Loki demanded indignantly. Blood magic was not allowed. It was outlawed on Asgard and Loki wasn’t even allowed to learn it.

Thor shrugged. “I do not presume to understand such things,” Thor hedged. He looked to me. “Mother’s gift is for your voice. For the day. She is close to finding a proper cure. I volunteered to help. I wish to spend your birthday with you, little sister,” you nodded and gave him a hug. “Please do not deny Mother’s gift. She would be quite disappointed.” You nodded again, but knew that there was a price to it, if he was telling you not to deny it. He was wisely not telling you what it was. He knew you too well.

“Brother, no. Blood magic is forbidden,” Loki protested firmly.

“Mother has insisted,” Thor replied. Before Loki could protest again, Thor grabbed your wrist, flipping your hand over to see your palm. You bit back a noise of pain when he dragged the dagger across the skin of your palm. Tony and Loki both hissed in anger and took a step forward. Thor quickly sliced his own palm open, then placed his bleeding hand on top of yours so your blood mixed. He murmured one word, softly enough that Loki wouldn’t be able to hear it. You felt and saw the magic flare. Thor nodded when the magic faded.

“It’s…done?” you asked hesitantly, your voice cracking slightly with disuse. No one passed out. None of them were bleeding from their ears. You leapt for Thor and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Thank you!” you exclaimed.

Loki came over to the pair of you. “That was stupid, Thor,” he commented. “Children, let me see your hands,” he ordered. You both held out your still bleeding palms. It wasn’t like Loki to call you children. He must’ve been really upset.

You saw Thor’s glare and caught his thoughts. You’re one to talk, little brother. Thor didn’t have telepathy, but he grew up with at least two telepaths, and had learned to communicate with them, the same was you had when you didn’t have powers of your own.

Loki healed your palms, while you looked at Thor confused. “Why-?”

“He took the power himself for the day,” Loki explained grumpily.

“Thor!” you yelled. “You shouldn’t have done that!”

We wanted to give you a happy birthday, little sister. Just accept the gift and say ‘thank you’. It is just for one day. Thor replied with a grin.

You bit back your emotions and nodded. You stood up on your toes to kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you,” you told him softly.

“How do you get her to do that?” Tony demanded. You all looked at him confused. “She’s so…compliant,” you glared at him for that.

“Thor has some bad habits that make arguing with him unwise,” you replied grumpily.

“You will have to enlighten me before you go home,” Tony told Thor with respect in his voice.

“No!” You and Loki exclaimed at the same time. Thor just grinned. He then swept over and the next moment, you and Loki had been thrown over his shoulders. “Thor!” You complained, pounding on his back. He didn’t let us down. Tony howled with laughter.

“Don’t you dare!” you ordered Tony, who you could see get the same idea. You saw Pepper taking pictures from Tony’s arms and couldn’t help but laughing at what an amusing sight this was. Thor carried you upstairs. Tony followed behind, at least to his floor, carrying Pepper with him. Thor had been here plenty of times before and knew where your suites were. There were still a few hours before your birthday celebrations officially began, so Thor wanted you to sleep before them. Like that was going to happen. He set you on our feet outside of your suite’s door. He gestured to Loki’s suite across the hall. “Yes, you can stay in Loki’s suite. He’ll stay with me,” you answered his question. He nodded and went to get a few more hours of sleep.

You and Loki went into your sitting room and closed the door firmly behind you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and wouldn’t stop whispering how much you love him for a good ten minutes at least. He held you tightly to him. “I love you too, darling,” he finally answered with a smile in his voice when your whispers had paused.

“Sorry, I missed being able to say that to you,”

He chuckled. “Darling, you never have to apologize for telling me that you love me,” he replied. “Should I even bother trying to convince you to get some rest?” he asked with loving exasperation.

You shook your head. “No,” you replied, pleasantly.

“Then what would you like to do?” he asked instead. You stood up on your toes and kissed him. Well. ”You do come up with the very best plans,“ he purred. You giggled and spent the next few hours between kissing and talking. You had missed this part of your relationship so much. You’d had kisses, of course, but the late night chats were a lot harder when one of you couldn’t actually speak.

Tony burst into your sitting room, where Loki and you were sitting on the couch talking later that morning. It was still early, though. He had a balloon and a stuffed animal with him. He also had Pepper and Thor trailing behind him. "Happy birthday!” Tony announced, echoed by Pepper. you jumped up and hugged him.

“Thanks so much,” you replied, hugging each of them in turn.

"Get dressed, imp. It’s time to get going,” Tony grinned. You laughed and used magic to change your clothes to jeans, a dark green sweater, and your converse because you still loved them. You made sure your jewelry was in place, the two bracelets from Loki, the necklace of your mom’s that we had saved from the fire with a silent apology to Sif that you weren’t wearing her necklace, and the promise ring from Loki. You also made sure your dagger sheath was securely in place. You didn’t go anywhere without it. You looked over at Loki. He had conjured outfits for himself and Thor. Thor was in jeans, a t-shirt and a red flannel shirt over it. It was strange to see Thor in Earth clothes, but they looked good on him. Loki was in jeans and an elegant sweater over a button-down shirt. Pepper was wearing a hat to hide the fact that she still had cat-ears. She had at least managed to vanish her tail. She still had trouble with her powers some days. “Imp, do you mind if Pepper comes with us today?” Tony asked nervously.

You shook your head. “Not at all. She’s always welcome,” you replied with a smile. Both Tony and Pepper lit up. Tony wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Yours automatically went around his waist. You walked that way downstairs and out to Tony’s car. Thor, Pepper, and Loki were following behind.

The five of you went to the tiny hole in the wall breakfast place that had the best pancakes. Tony took you there every year on your birthday. The people that owned the place already had a table set up for us with balloons on it. You and Tony had been famous before your parents died. They were billionaires after all and did a lot for public works and were famous for it. You only got more famous when your parents died and Tony was outed as Ironman. You got even more popular when you became a super too.

You liked the restaurant. They always kept the reporters and fans away from you whenever you came. They recognized that a lot of the supers came to eat there, but they never outed anyone and never complained about how many pancakes you ate.

They quickly rearranged the table when they realized there were more than just you and Tony today. You were patient with them and thanked them immensely for making the adjustment. You and Tony were nothing but polite. Your parents would have killed you from beyond the grave if you weren’t.

“Off the record, as usual dears, but how many supers are we feeding today?” the owner asked.

You laughed. “All of us,” you replied with a smile. Loki and Thor weren’t technically supers, but for the purpose of her question they counted. She wanted to know exactly how many of their pancakes you were going to eat.

The answer was all of them.

The owners never got annoyed with you, no matter how many pancakes you ate. You cheered at every new round and gave them constant praise. Also this was a once-yearly event and you brought them in a lot of business. You also paid a ridiculous amount of money, though they only ever tried to charge you for one order.

After breakfast, you went to the amusement park and arcade in the mall. You all acted like children, but it was so much fun. You did this every year too. You wandered the shops and Loki had to carry your bags. Tony had to carry Pepper’s. Both boys looked so put-upon. Loki vanished the bags after the shopping was over. Tony was grateful he didn’t have to lug everything back to the car and actually gave Loki a smile.

The next stop was the hardest of the day, but it was also the most important. You held Tony’s hand while he drove you to the cemetery. You all lugged the picnic blanket, basket of food, alcohol for dad, and flowers for mom up to their graves.

“Hey! You kids can’t play around here!” A security guard yelled as you climbed up toward their graves. You passed the flowers to Loki and Tony handed the bottle of alcohol to Thor. You were the best ones to take care of this without trouble. You walked down to the security guard. You touched Tony’s hand. He nodded and let you take an extra step forward, so you were the focus. This time.

“I apologize for any inconvenience, sir,” you told the security guard with all of the innocent politeness you could manage. You were good and well practiced at this act. “My Uncle Tony and I just came to visit my parents, Eugene and Marilyn Stark. We promise we will not cause any trouble,” you added with a radiant smile.

The guard looked you over. “Iron Man and Lady Sigyn,” he finally said. Apparently 'lady’ got added to your superhero name by the press. They must’ve been Avengers movie fans. You both nodded at his recognition. “I’m sorry for bothering you. We’ve been getting a lot of kids loitering here recently. I’ll let security know to leave you alone,” he added. You nodded again and thanked him, before walking back up to catch up with the others.

“Where did that act come from?” Tony asked.

You laughed in reply. “Just because you don’t believe the innocent little girl act, doesn’t mean security doesn’t,” you replied with a grin.

“Imp,”

“Silver tongue,” you replied innocently. Tony chuckled and Loki laughed.

You took the flowers back from Loki and you finished your walk up to your parents’ graves. The other three hung back when you and Tony went to greet your parents first. You used magic to clear off their graves and set the flowers in front of mom’s. “Hi mom, hi dad. I’m sorry we haven’t been to visit recently. Things have been busy, but we’re doing such good work protecting the city,” you started. You heard the ruffle of pages behind you and saw Loki with the spellbook. “Need help?” you asked. He shook his head. He had used this spell before, so you knew what he was planning. You also knew he had ended up unconscious for several hours after he held it too long on his own.

“This is a single caster spell,” he answered as he distractedly flipped through the pages.

“Darling, we’re soulbond, remember? I can give you power without affecting the spell,” you reminded him, overly patiently. He looked up at you, shocked that you had remembered, or knew that piece of information. He gave you a small smile.

“Very well, but just a little,” he relented. You went over to him and took his left hand in yours. With a bit of focus, you could donate some of your power to him through the soulbond. He smiled and recited the spell, bringing your parents back to corporeal form for the afternoon. You kissed him lightly in thanks, then ran for your parents.

You babbled at them for several minutes while Loki, Pepper, and Thor set out the picnic. Once you stepped back for air, they approached. “Mom, Dad, you remember Loki?” you asked when Loki stepped up. He bowed over your mom’s hand to kiss her knuckles, then shook you dad’s hand.

“It is a pleasure to see you again,” he greeted them. They both replied how good it was to see him again and that they were glad the trouble back home was over.

“Loki’s brother Thor has come to town for the day. He came by to say hi to you last time we were here,”

“We remember,” mom cut you off before you could continue babbling. “It’s nice to see you in person,” Thor stepped up to kiss her knuckles too.

“Sorry, mom. Thor can’t talk today…” you briefly explained about Thor and the curse. Your mom reached up to touch his cheek.

“Thank you for your sacrifice today on our daughter’s behalf. It is nice to know there are others looking after her. She’s always so busy looking after everyone else that you know she forgets to take time for herself,”

“Mom~” you groaned, rolling your eyes. Loki, Thor, and Tony all laughed at you.

“And the infamous Pepper Potts,” your mom said as she greeted Pepper.

You enjoyed your picnic lunch. The boys all shared the bottle of alcohol with dad. We chatted all afternoon, catching your parents up on what they’d missed since you had visited last.

Is this a common tradition on Earth? To have a picnic at a gravesite? you heard Thor’s question.

"No, it’s not typical to have a picnic at a gravesite,” you answered, speaking directly to him, but repeating his question so everyone would know what had been asked. “I’m weird. Always have been. I was just a kid when they died.” Really, you had been 13, but you knew that was just a kid. That was a lot of innocence ago. “I insisted that they could hear me and from there we got to having picnics here while Uncle Tony and I talked to them. It’s really unusual. Usually people just visit for a couple minutes, say a prayer, and leave,” you added.

“You’re chatty today,” Tony commented.

You glared at him and stuck your tongue out. “I haven’t had a voice in weeks. Let me enjoy it,” you grumbled at him.

He laughed at me.

“Children,” you mom said in a warning tone. You laughed, but it was nostalgia of hearing that word in that tone again. Your mom turned to you and Loki. “So, when are you two getting married?” she asked.

You blushed and looked away. “Mom! He hasn’t even asked yet!” you protested. “Don’t put him on the spot,” you grumbled. Loki would ask when he was ready. You were sure he would be planning some extremely romantic gesture for it too. “Besides, by his world’s standards, we’re already married,” you reminded her, showing her the soulbond marks on your arm.

“Yes, but by our world’s you’re not. I would like to be able to see my daughter happily married,” your mom replied.

You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“It will happen, Lady Stark,” Loki replied formally, pulling you closer to him long enough for him to kiss the top of your head.

"Bother Uncle Tony and Pepper about getting married then,” you grumbled.

“We will when we’re ready,” Tony protested while Pepper turned red and hid her face in Tony’s shoulder.

You had another hour before you noticed Loki getting too pale, felt that his power levels were too low. He nodded when he caught that you were looking. "Apologies, darling, but I cannot hold the spell any longer. It is time to say your goodbyes,” he confirmed. You gave him a kiss before you and Tony stood so you could say your goodbyes properly. There were tears all around, but everyone said goodbye and Loki’s spell ended.

“Thor, make sure Loki stays on his feet. That spell packs more of a punch than he likes to admit,” you called to Thor. You used magic to clean up your picnic, and you and Tony made sure the flowers on your mom’s grave were neat and you dad had one last drink poured out for him. You and Tony said one last goodbye before you turned to leave with the others.

“I’m fine, Thor!” Loki kept grumbling at Thor, who did not take your orders as they were said, but instead had thrown Loki over his shoulder. At least Loki hadn’t passed out this time.

Tony drove you to ice cream after the cemetery in an attempt to cheer everyone up. Loki was asleep, using Thor’s shoulder as a pillow before you had even left the cemetery. You turned around from the front seat, smiled, and took a picture. Your soulbond was absolutely adorable.

Your ice cream was subdued. It was always hard after you visited your parents. Loki pretended not to be as asleep on his feet as he was. That spell was really draining. You grinned at him and lifted his left hand. He wasn’t paying attention to what you was doing, which was typical, as long as it was you messing with him. You placed your lips to the soulbond marks on the back of his hand and felt the pulse of magic and energy in the soulbond. Loki gave you a look, but it turned quickly into an exasperated smile when he realized you’d fed him magic. You enjoyed your ice cream, and by the end everyone was joking and laughing again.

You returned to the compound for more ice cream and cake with our super family. Tom and Kelly met us at the door. “Fury said your party was being held here tonight,” Tom greeted you.

“It is. I’m glad you guys could come,” you told them. You reached out a hand. “Sorry, Fury said I have to hold your phones until you leave. He’s very particular about what pictures can be taken inside the tower.” They both handed over their phones to you without complaint. You had to explain quickly how Thor was taking the curse for you for today so you could enjoy your birthday. You and Loki gave them a tour of the tower, including places the cameras had never been allowed, like your suite, Loki’s suite, and the infirmary. Thor came with you. Tony and Pepper went to go do…something. You weren’t sure you wanted to know what it was.

"Kat? Can you spare a second for a healing?” Julia asked when you entered the infirmary. “I know it’s your birthday…” she hedged. “But this kid’s in bad shape,”

You looked over at Tom and Kelly. “You guys don’t mind, right? You can watch,” you added. They shook their heads. You had the feeling they were both excited to see magic up close. You rolled up your sleeves. “Where is he?” you asked Julia.

“Bay 1. Claire is with him,” you nodded, your back straightening automatically. This was your zone and you were used to being in charge here. You led the way to the emergency bay where the battered preteen lay in the bed. “Thor, don’t let Loki try to help,” you called over your shoulder. “What happened?” you demanded of Claire.

“He jumped from the Metropolis building. Second one today. Fantasia caught the first one, this kid wasn’t so lucky,” Claire answered. You nodded and called up the healing magic. Both of your hands glowed blue when you did. You took a breath and placed both hands on the kid. He was in awful shape and should have been very very dead.

“Kat, let me help,” Loki ordered, struggling against Thor who was holding him away from the bedside. Tom and Kelly were both watching in awe as the kid’s bones healed, his wounds sealing shut as they did. “Thor, get off me,” Loki grumbled. You tuned him out. He was already drained from earlier. Besides, you could handle this. You healed the kid completely.

“Make sure Fury gives him hell for jumping off the building,” you told Claire.

“We always do,” she replied. “Thanks, Kat. Go enjoy your birthday,” she and Julia both shooed you from the infirmary before another emergency could come in. Loki had gotten free of Thor and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“I’m fine, Lo,” you told him, smiling up at him.

“You should have let me help,” he replied grumpily.

“You drained too much of your power already today,” you countered. He sighed and kissed the top of your head as you walked back to the common room.

You had cake, ice cream, and pizza with your friends and family. Then came presents. As per usual, you received mostly books from your friends. Tony gave you a signed copy of the first Harry Potter book. It even had a personalized note from the author in them. “How did you get this?” you asked as you fangirled over the book.

"Made a few calls. Being a famous superhero opens some doors,” he shrugged, but was pleased by your reaction.

“It doesn’t compare,” Tom said apologetically as he pulled out his wrapped present. You opened it to find a DVD, one of those recordable ones.

You grinned at him. “Is this what I think it is?” you asked. He nodded. Your grin only grew. It was the next Avenger’s movie, the one they had been shooting at the tower. “How’d you get this so fast?”

“They’ve been working on it for months. We just came back to film a couple additional scenes they threw in at the last minute,” he explained.

“I have a feeling you’re going to like the rest of tonight’s activities,” you told him with a mischievous grin.

“I am sure I will,” he replied. Thor and Loki had already given you their gifts. There was only one left.

You picked it up and opened it and turned about ten different shades of red when you had to pull the item out of the box. It was lingerie. A whole shit-ton of lingerie. “Who-?” you managed to get out. Nat was the one laughing her head off. “Nat!” you yelled indignantly.

“Your boyfriend deserves for you to have nice things!” she protested innocently, while Tony pretended he was going to throttle her. You couldn’t help laughing, but vanished the box quickly up to your bedroom.

“C'mon, Kat! Time for movies!” the kids called once the laughter had died down.

“Have you seen Superhero Musical?” you asked Tom and Kelly as you all made your way over to the TV. You and Loki got the loveseat of honor. There was another loveseat moved over for Tom and Kelly, since they were guests. Everyone else settled on couches, pillows and beanbags in front of the TV.

“No, we haven’t,” Tom replied.

“You’re in for a treat,” you replied with a grin. The movie started and both Tom and Kelly were laughing about five minutes in when the entire crowd of supers around them started singing along.

“I never knew the Avengers were like this,” Tom said after the movie, when he had listened to you all evening hanging out like normal teens and young adults.

“Not everyone sees this side of us, but we’re people too,” you replied, while Clint swapped out the movies. “I apologize in advance for this,” you told Tom. You knew what movie was next. Tom laughed when he realized what it was.

About thirty minutes into the movie Nat paused the movie and the entire crowd stared at Loki and Tom. “Why are they staring at me?” Tom asked you nervously.

You sighed. “They want you to say the line,”

“Both of them!” the crowd called.

“Have it be a contest!”

“Sig! Make them do it!”

You laughed and got to your feet. “C'mon boys, you heard them,” you hauled Loki to his feet. “You first, you’re prepared for this.” you told him. You shoved him toward the table that was always his stage. He used magic to change his clothes to the Loki costume, including the golden horned helmet and stepped up on the table to deliver the line.

“I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose. Kneel before me,” he hesitated for a moment. “I said KNEEL!” he bellowed. The crowd roared in approval and applause. Loki stepped down from the table and bowed to Tom. You pulled Tom to his feet next, Kelly shoved him up too.

“Would you like the costume too?” you asked, offering Tom a hand. He hesitated, but fun won out. He nodded. You used magic to summon the costume on him. He stepped up on the table to deliver the line for the crowd as well. You took plenty of pictures of both Lokis, especially when your Loki stepped back up on the table so they could deliver the line at the same time. It was hilarious.

The crowd determined it was a tie on who performed better. Both Loki and Tom took a bow and returned to their seats, the magic fading from their clothes as they did so they were back in normal clothes.

You walked Tom and Kelly out of the tower after the Avenger’s movie and gave them their phones back. You sent them the pictures from your phone that they were allowed to have and thanked them again for coming.

The second they were gone, you put in the new DVD Tom had given you so you could all get an early viewing of the new Avengers movie. You all laughed and cheered when you and Loki were on screen during the couple of scenes you had helped out with. Including the kiss scene.

After that movie, Loki swept you up into his arms and carried you upstairs to cheers from the crowd, and a glare from Tony, so you could enjoy the last hours of Frigga’s gift with kisses and conversation with Loki.

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #gifted #chapter 36 #nekoamamori

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ofstagdreams · 6 years ago

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flicker of the heart [3/?]

an it’s pretty late when I’m posting this but i wanted to post it so here ya go. The reader gets some loving and Arthur gets a lil jealous. This part of the story will go on to the next chapter without a time jump this time. Not my favourite but it’s all I can get for where I want the story to go rn. Hope you enjoy!

pairing arthur morgan x reader

Previous part can be found here or on AO3

The next few months pass slowly. The gang scales back a little on jobs because Arthur’s state of mind hasn’t been ideal, no matter how much he may insist that he’s fine. It’s obvious that though he is slowly coming back to himself, something has changed, something irreversible and everyone’s still holding their breath and waiting to see if it’s going to be a good or a bad thing.

For your part, you just try and be his friend – the confidant you’ve always been to him and although he can’t quite find the words, you know he’s grateful and that’s enough.

You pass most of your time either helping Annabelle and Bessie or running jobs with the gang. Hosea was increasingly impressed with your shooting skills and it seemed John was becoming a decent shot on his own. Any time spent with Arthur is usually spent in quiet companionship – hunting mostly, even if both your kills are always messy. He never asks for your company, but you always tag along because you’re afraid he’s going to drink himself stupid again and get himself hurt. He never says anything about your presence, so you figured he didn’t mind.

Yet that was the thing with Arthur lately, though he was always a man of few words, he seemed to speak even less these days and you weren’t entirely sure what to make of it. Though you have noticed that he’d spent more and more time scribbling away in that journal of his, so you figure he’s at least processing something of what he is feeling.

It’s mundane almost, well, mundane for a group of outlaws. You almost prefer it, the easy cons with Hosea and the days you fish with John. It’s a peace you associated with home, with the easy days spent at the dinner table between your mother and father, before it had all gone away.

Dutch though, Dutch is becoming restless, tiring of the months you’ve all spent doing casual work. You know him, can tell he misses the high, the scent of danger in the air as you carry out a job and you know that this kind of peace will not last long. You can tell Hosea misses it too, but he is subtler, more under his control but you think that there’s only so much Hosea can let fly under his radar before it becomes a whispered word to Dutch and you knew how it went from there. Your only worry is that you are unsure if Arthur is ready to live yet, it seemed he was still just trying to survive.

You are glad for Annabelle, who seems to read Dutch like the back of her hand and quiet the storms in his mind. Almost a year she had been running with the gang now and she slotted in easily, but you had been unsure at first. She had seemed very Miss High and Mighty, but she had quickly proved you wrong, showing herself to be down to earth and thoughtful – even if she did like to dress in fine clothing. She was Dutch’s polar opposite, but it worked, and you were thankful for it.

Running to town for supplies was another consequence of staying in one place for longer than usual, instead of picking things up as you pass through towns, but now people had to be sent for supplies. It had happened before but was a far less common task that it had been of late. This time around it fell to you and John, which you didn’t mind. You liked John’s company, especially lately as you watched with an odd pride as he comes into his own man, nearly sixteen now, so not yet the man he thinks he is - yet not the boy he once was either.

That’s when you meet him. You drop some supplies as your loading them into the cart and let out a soft curse, glancing around to find that John has disappeared off somewhere and left you with the finishing details as he goes off to find god knows what.

“Let me help you,” his voice is smooth and his hands are warm as he takes the box from your hands. He’s tall and handsome, with tan skin and hazel eyes which causes something in your stomach to flutter in a way you usually associate with Arthur and you’re consumed.

He introduces himself as George Davis, a farmhand who works at the farm just outside of town. His clothes are dirty, but that somehow adds to his appeal – you liked a man who worked, who did what he could to lend a hand.

John comes back and catches you laughing too loudly at something George had said. “We have to go,” he says and you snapped back to reality, hoping you didn’t imagine the disappointed looked in his eye when John had interrupted.

Like a gentleman, George helps you onto the wagon. You didn’t need it, but it felt nice to be given the niceties other women are given which you so frequently miss out on when living with a bunch of outlaws, especially when half of those people still saw you as a kid even if you were nearing your 21st birthday.

“Will I see you again?” He asks, his eyes playful as he watches you grip the reins.

It foolish, Dutch could decide for you all to up and leave at any given moment. You should not commit to anything.

“Definitely,” you answer.

You seem him again and again, eager to go on the supply runs in the weeks to follow. John always accompanies you and you are grateful for it, knowing that if any of the other men found out about your flirtation, George would have a hell of a lot to answer for.

You even sneak out to see him a few times, sharing kisses under the stars and taking strolls around the town. It’s not quite love, for you at least, not yet. But for the first time in your life you feel desired by a man who you desired, it was a powerful sort of feeling that made you feel dizzy and you couldn’t get enough of it. So, while it wasn’t love, you couldn’t help but think that one day it could be.

Another week passes and the gang does end up moving camp – but not so far that there is another town that is closer. You get the wagon ready for another supply run, you probably didn’t even need as much as you were bringing in, but no one seemed to complain, and the cons Hosea was running seemed to keep the income steady enough that you weren’t breaking the budget.

John sits under the shade of the tree as you finish up one or two things, having already done his part by saddling up the horses and putting some boxes in the back. You’re just finishing off checking a list from Bessie when Arthur shows his face, taking a glance at the wagon and a glance at a half-asleep John.

“Why don’t I come with you this time? I’ve hardly been to town yet and John’s so bored of it he’s falling asleep.” He looks at you with a strange look, eyes almost pleading, and you feel a stab of guilt.

While you hadn’t exactly been avoiding him, you hadn’t been spending any time with him either. George had, for lack of better words, messed with your head. Not that he was doing anything wrong, but as you spent more and more time with George you felt guilty about your feelings for Arthur. So you had spent less time with the latter, hoping to sort through your feelings and finally put your love for Arthur to bed.

You thought that you maybe had a handle on it, but as he looked at you with those soft blue eyes, you knew you were lying to yourself.

John glances up at you and you know that he’s willing to fight Arthur to go instead if you wanted him to. You were so glad for the bond you and John shared, it meant a lot to you, to have someone who understood you so well without having to explain too much.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You say and watch as John visibly relaxes back into his previous position. Arthur seems to let out a long breath and climbs up into to the wagon beside you, taking the reigns and guiding the horses onto the road ahead.

As you ride, you notice how Arthur shifts in his seat a little too much and you know him well enough that he wants to say something but just can’t get it out yet. You wait, because you know how pushing him can sometimes lead him to be short and you’d much rather avoid the argument if you can.

“So,” he begins after another few beats, eyes glancing at you from under his hat before flicking back to the road, “you been avoiding me or something? Have I done something idiotic and offended you without realising?”

The guilt rises up in you once more as you realised that while trying to sort through your feelings, you had somehow stopped being a good friend when Arthur still needed support. It weighs heavily on your chest and your skin feels hot as you think about just how shitty you’ve been to him lately. Even when he was with Mary, he had still made time for you.

“What? Of course not, you think I’d let you offend me and not tell you about it within five seconds? You’ve done nothing wrong.” You play it down a little, not wanting him to see just how guilty you felt because then he would know you had been spending less time with him for some reason.

“Well…” he shifts again, hands fiddling ever so slightly with the reigns as he gathers his next thought. “Why you been avoiding me then?”

“See Arthur the thing is –“ you were going to tell him the truth, but he looks at you fully now – not just peering out from his hand – expectant for some sort of answer from you. He looks so beautiful and you notice that he’s acting like his old self and it's been weeks since he’s been like this. Suddenly you can’t tell him, it feels like you’ve wronged him somehow, with your liking for George and the words die in your throat.

“I’m sorry Arthur, I’ve just been stuck in my own head. I’ll try be better.”

He accepts your answer with a small nod and you hate how easily you lied.

You gather the supplies pretty quickly and it goes a lot quicker as you are less likely to goof off with Arthur than you are with John. Arthur is also quite a bit stronger than John so the whole process of loading everything up seems to go a lot more smoothly too.

The ground is soft and muddy beneath you, a consequence of the rain the day before and you try in vain to tap some of the mud of your favourite boots on the wagon wheel. As you glance down, you notice how worn Arthur’s boots are and you softly sigh, shaking your head at him.

“What?” He asks, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as he waits for whatever you’re going to say.

You look down and he follows your gaze but doesn’t seem to catch your meaning before glancing back up at you with a small shrug. “Woman, we’ve been over this before – I ain’t no mind reader. You’re going to have to tell me what you’re thinking.”

You laugh at him, shaking your head once more. “When was the last time you bought new boots? Your toes are about five seconds away from poking through and getting muddy too. Go get yourself a new pair and I’ll guard the stuff while I wait.”

He looks like he’s about to argue, but another glance down at his boots seems to change his mind. “Alright,” he agrees, “but don’t think I’m doing it just because you told me to.”

You laugh at him again and watch as he trudges his way across the street. You were too engrossed in what Arthur was doing that you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings and smacked right into someone’s chest.

That someone happened to be George, who steadied you before glancing down at you with a beaming smile. You hadn’t expected him to be in town, you had planned to see him tomorrow – it’s why you so easily agreed for Arthur to replace John on this trip.

“Hello,” he greets, bending down to place a kiss on your cheek before straightening back up to his full height. He takes a look at the wagon, more neatly packed than usual then looks at you with raised eyebrows, “John finally learn how to place the boxes in without throwing them?”

You shake your head, a smile tugging on your own lips, “you don’t think I can pack a wagon that neatly?”

You realise that you should be finding some way to get rid of him to save you having to explain Arthur. George didn’t know too much about your lifestyle and you didn’t want to scare him off just yet, but his hands felt warm around your waist, yet to be moved from when he steadied you and just this once you wanted to feel some normalcy.

George opens his mouth to answer but something over your shoulder makes him stop, you’re about to turn around and see what it was when you felt a hand on your shoulder tugging you backwards.

You find the newcomer to be Arthur, having returned from the store much sooner than you thought he would. He tugs you out of George’s embrace as well as taking a step forward so that he stands in-between you and George.

“Everything alright here?” His jaw is set and his gaze is trained on George, something almost dangerous in his eyes as he catches the other man glancing over his shoulder to you. It’s strange and you would almost guess that Arthur seems jealous, but that, that just seemed absurd. You had known Arthur for years, had pined for him for longer than you cared to admit – you would know if he had felt something for you. You were sure of it.

“Everything’s fine Arthur, lets just go.” You say, pulling on Arthur’s arm and nudging him towards the wagon. He waits, offering you hand onto the wagon as his glance remains fixed on George, as if daring him to say something or take a step closer.

He gets on the wagon himself in one swift movement, hands gripping the reins like a vice as he prompts the horses to move off. You glance behind you, watching a confused George be left in the dust, panic seizes your chest as you realise that you don’t want this wonderful man to think ill of you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You yell back at him and it seems to snap him out of whatever trance he was in as he nods his confirmation.

“Tomorrow.”

Beside you in the seat you feel Arthur tense, nudging the horses to go faster as the wagon wheels out of town.

The sky above becomes grey and murky, looking like there’s going to be more rain. In the distance, there’s a low ripple of thunder. Seemed there was a storm coming.

#arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #my writing #red dead imagine #red dead redemption imagine #arthur morgan imagine #flickeroftheheartfic

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multifandom-damnation · 6 years ago

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Torment and horror and the forceful drugging that was the night before has left Roy bedridden, filled with shattered ribs and puss-filled stab wounds, covered in old itching bandages and a pressure in his chest that made it burn and his breath leave his lungs with every shift.

But his loves take away his breath and break his chest, his heart in a whole nother way, and he'd prefer their method to the Hatters, thank you very much.

Hey all! Just a little warning before we got in here: if you either didn't read or couldn't make sense of my tags, there is a mention of rape/non-con/ underage/ child abuse in this story. It's just a line, a sentence, but those who are uncomfortable with it be weary. There is also a large mention of children being kidnapped and "hypnotized" (for lack of better term) and they are in very provocative clothing because Jervis Tetch is a delusion and terrible man. That's just backstory, however, and this fic mostly focuses on Joyfire and the love they all share. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy it x

(Also Femdom and Kori being amazing towards the end, few crude references and lots kissing but considering you're here, you'll be fine)

Roy huffed, fiddling with the old metal lighter on his bedside table. He flicked the latch, a flame igniting at the tip and flickering around his fingers. He closed the lid, and the flame died.

He could hear Jason banging around in the kitchen, pots and pans clanging together and Spanish music wafting in through the speakers, the ticking of the burner lighting as Jason turned it on. Kori was singing, loud out of tune singing from the other room, soft thumps from her dancing feet pattering across the wooden floor and Roy strained to hear if she was singing along to Jason’s music or singing a song of her own.

Scratching his chest, he placed his hand by his side and went to heft himself up, only for the stitches on his side to tug, making him grunt and slowly lower himself back down on the cushions. He made a face and swatted one away, watching the mini baby blue beanbag fling across the room. One out of many, the suffocating amount of cushions piled up around his head and behind his back, convincing him that Kori had replaced the matrices in the spare bedroom in favour of a pile of pillows.

It wasn’t really a spare bedroom. It was his old room, before they decided to screw being proper and just buy one king-sized bed and sleep in Jason’s room, the largest room in the house. Roy’s stuff was still on the wall, some clothes that didn’t all fit in their shared wardrobe piled in the corner of his own, spare caps in a uniform tower by the window, pictures and posters and postcards and memories all tacked to the walls with too-sticky glue tack, leaving ugly grey stains in the place where it had peeled off the already chipped white paint.

Kori thought that moving in here would be safer, the solidarity comforting and the stillness a better alternative to Jason’s snoring and their sleep-induced fights with the darkness, Kori’s unsettling nature to levitate whoever she was holding up with her and drop them when she let go, the constantly moving mass of tangled limbs like a spider in a web and the night-terrors that seemed to grip their hearts and rip it through their already broken rib cages.

Yes, Kori thought Roy would be safer in his old room, away from the hurricane that was his sleeping loves.

Roy looked down at his chest, the bruises hidden by white bandages, speckled with blood and green oozing puss from the wounds and stitches that had torn and needed to be replaced, winding along his chest and his sides down to his belly-button, his cracked ribs making it hard to breathe, to move, to lie. He lifted his hand and peaked under the bandages, lifting the highest ones to check if the slice was still there, still dripping and oozing and with all stitches attached.

Slowly lowering it back down, he cursed himself for being so careless. He reached across to his bedside table, grabbing the glass of water and taking a swig, before swishing it around in his mouth and spitting it out into the bin by his side. The taste of last night was still in his mouth, and Roy felt like throwing up at the memory. He wouldn’t though, he probably wouldn’t ever throw up again for as long as he lived if he could help it, needing to vomit up whatever glowing green toxin the Mad Hatter had shoved down his throat the night before had turned him off puking for the rest of his life.

He rubbed his wrists, the red rashes and bruises still pressed into his skin from where he had tried to pull at his bonds, his wrists bound by rope behind the chair seated at the tea-party. Hatter had tried to make him drink from the little porcelain cups, but he obviously didn’t think that far ahead, and when Roy wouldn’t- couldn’t- drink, the Hatter tipped his head back, grabbed his neck and poured it down his throat. It burned when it touched his skin, making him woozy and dizzy and all kinds of messed up, and Kori had told him later his eyes were like a neon sign, glowing the same colour as the tea, half-lidded and absent.

He had shoved two fingers down his throat the moment they brought him home and he stumbled into the bathroom, head right over the bowl and heaving the liquid up, someone was holding his hair back, but he wasn’t sure who, didn’t care- he found out later that it was Jason, who’d sent Kori out to make coffee and get the first aid kit, which is when she had smothered his room in every pillow she could find- he just wanted to get it out.

He’d insisted he was alright, said he could help out and take care of his wounds, but he’d run into the table and the fridge and tripped over his own feet on his way to the couch leaving blood-stained handprints on the walls so many times that Kori ended up carrying him to his old room, and he hasn’t moved since.

He could hear Kori giggling from the lounge, the music turned down low enough to hear their voices through the walls. He couldn’t make out the words they were saying, but it was definitely something to do with Kori convincing Jason to teach her how to dance, and Jason laughing and spinning her around by the hand.

Roy sighed, adjusted his position on the bed scratched his chest again. The bandages were old, rough and itchy, irritating his skin over the already healing scars from earlier missions. He made a mental note to get more once Kori and Jason would let him leave his bed.

They’d had a deal a long time ago, a proposition for when one of them got hurt, to carry on with their lives and not worry about the other unless it was to bring them food or water or company and Kori and Jason were great at that, could distance themselves enough so that they could still be concerned by their injured other but not let it hinder them into an uncontrollable mess of worry and fear.

Roy had never been good at that. He got too attached to people and their problems too quickly, losing sleep over the wellbeing of the people he cared about. Often times, someone had to drag him away from the bedside, forcing him to eat and holding him down in the bed so he couldn’t escape and give in to his closing eyes and let exhaustion overtake him. It was usually Kori, being nearly invincible and extremely hard to hurt, she usually was the one to drag Roy away from Jason’s bedside and make him take care of himself.

The music outside turned off completely, Jason’s soft chuckles floating through the air. Roy tried to get up again, but a flare of pain from his rips had him falling back down, rolling his eyes and groaning in pure annoyance.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, the rabid cackling of the Hatter ringing in his ears and the circling strobe lights of the casino burned behind his eyelids. The memories were burned into his brain almost like the green toxin that had made a permanent home in his gums.

“Where’s my Alice?” on repeat, again and again, “Oh, there she is! Come meet my Alice.” He was directed to stare at one of the many women in blond wigs, blue dresses, smeared red lipstick and glazed over eyes, black and white striped garters and bruises up and down their skin. Roy had eyed them as they sat down, silently and with droopy eyes, a drowsy smile plastered on their porcelain painted faces.

A pair of purple cat ears had been placed on Roy’s head, his hat discarded and his arrows gone. Closing his eyes, he tried to resist the lull of the lights and the too-sweet smelling tea and treats littered around the table like a spoiled kid’s birthday party. “Now now!” Tetch chided, slapping Roy’s face until he opened his eyes. “You haven’t even had any tea yet! No point falling asleep before it’s even begun, aye? Children!” He turned, called down a corridor, wide opaque glass doors hiding the dark hallway. “Bring the Cheshire Cat some tea before he disappears, would you?” Clanging, giggling, heavy breathing, footsteps and then silence down the hall.

Roy snorted, “If you think I’m the Cheshire Cat, you’ve obviously never met the real Cheshire.” You’ve obviously never met Jade because you’re still alive. He wanted to say, wanted to laugh in his face that the mother of his daughter would die before she let him near Lian, let him near any child and any girl in need of a hand to hold and a warm place to stay.

The Hatter turned to him with wide angry eyes, a cattle rod raised high in his right arm, but the door opened and a row of children in sequined mini dresses and dress shirts walked out, some in blue butterfly wings and hookah pipes on their belts, others with bunny ears and gloves, but all with the same identical bruises and glazed-eyes as the Alice’s, fake smiles plastered on their too-cheery faces.

A little girl with a black eye and newly-crooked nose brought him the green gunk in the tiny tea-cup, and Roy could see bruises up and down her legs in the rounded shape of fingertips showing from underneath her sequined dress and she walked away with a shuffling limp. Roy had grit his teeth and clenched his bound fists from behind him, but the Hatter laughed in his face and was pouring the green liquid down his throat, and Roy was suddenly feeling groggy and sluggish and unsteady, eyes blurring and mouth going dry, fingers and toes going numb, mind going cloudy and then stopping altogether.

He was aware that there were explosions and gunshots from somewhere else in the casino, but all that mattered to the Cheshire Cat was the tea he wanted to drink to please his dear friend and the tales he had heard of the Jabbowoki, the cookies and the crumpets and the tarts he promised he would eat and many gifts he had to give his darling lost Alice-

A knock on his door brought Roy from his thoughts, and he quickly swished his mouth out with more water and spat it out before he told them to come in.

A golden-brown hand opened the door, accompanied by purple manicured nails and the waft of chilli, and Roy smiled to greet her. She walked through the doorway with a smile on her face and his breathing stopped.

Her hair was braided into two-semi circles like suns on the side of her head, her fringe swept to the other side like an ocean wave and the longest parts of her hair tied up into a high ponytail with her own hair as the band holding it all together. Her lips were painted a perfect shade of deep purple, eyelids the same colour, a tinge of gold to them. Grey leggings with a light blue racing stripe were clad on her legs, a baby pink crop top and a short turquoise jacket on her shoulders. She had on lace up sandals, the same purple as her lipstick. The breath was taken from his lungs in a burst as if his Princess had ripped it out as payment for being in his presence. She smiled, and Roy felt himself going lightheaded, had to lean his head back against the cushions.

Jason came next, grey hoodie over white patterned t-shirt, hair as if he walked through a cyclone, tussled and messy. He had a tired and welcoming smile on his face, his eyes slightly lidded, his lips red and puffy, tints of purple ringed the edges, a dark bruise on his neck, also ringed in purple like a border. Roy had to remind himself to breathe as Jason licked his lips and sauntered into the room, threading a hand through his already messy hair, staring holes into Roy’s very soul.

“How are you feeling?” Kori asked, sitting down gently on the edge of the bed, placing the bowl of chilli on the bedside table. Jason leaned against the doorframe as Kori rearranged the pillows around his head.

Roy shifted, trying to sit upright again, but he hissed as he felt his cracked rib shift. Kori tutted at him, gently resting a hand on his back and lifting him up so he could shuffle backwards and lower himself back down. “I’m alright,” He grunted as his stitches pulled. “I’m feeling a bit better. I’ll be out of bed in no time. I can’t get the taste of the stupid green stuff out of my mouth though and these bandages are itchy as hell, but I can deal.”

Jason chuckled, pushed himself off the door frame and moved around Kori to the other end of the bed and sat down, leaning against the backboard. “We got them out Roy,” He answered the question in Roy’s eyes. “The kids. We got them out. Jarvis is in prison, we called the GCPD and they took them home. They’ll all be needing some sort of therapy, maybe even rehab, but we got them all out.”

Sighing and closing his eyes, he leaned back heavily against the pillows. Kori put a hand on his shoulder. “There was a little girl.” He said quietly, thinking back to the moment. “She gave me the green stuff. She had a broken nose and a black eye- “

“And bruises on her legs and a limp?” Jason finished and Roy’s eyes shot open, he nodded frantically. “We got her. She was a daughter of one of the GCPD officers, he was the first in there. She’s safe.”

Roy raised his hands and pressed the palms hard into his eye sockets. “Thank God.” He muttered.

“What do you remember?” Kori asked, gently dragging the tips of her fingers down his cheek, sliding down to his bare shoulder and trailing along his arm, the skin tingling and sending a shiver down his spine.

I thought I was in wonderland. He thought, blinking a few times to get rid of the psychedelic swirls. “Nothing,” he lied, biting his lip as Jason looked him up and down, a hunger in his eyes Roy only saw in rare moments of pure desperation in the secret of their bedroom. He lost his train of thought as he thought about it, struggling to get back on track. “I don’t remember anything after the tea.”

Kori looked at Roy as though she knew he was lying, but she let it slide, instead leaning back on one hand and running the other through her hair, closing her eyes for a moment. Roy smirked at a fading yellow bruise he had kissed into her hip not too long ago, the skin peeking out from below her riding up crop-top.

Leaning forward and pressing his lips to Roy’s pulse point, Jason mouthed over his neck, kissing purple stains into the pale skin. “Get better soon, Roytoy,” He purred, deep and husky, making Roy’s eyes flutter and his breathing hitch in his chest. “You’re no good to us bedridden, and nobody can work their tongue better than you.”

Chocking on the breath that finally, suddenly forced its way out his lungs, Roy felt a heat crawling up his chest. He licked his lips and made contact with Jason’s lust clouded eyes and he smirked again, in control of the situation for once in his life. “Yes, Boss.” He sneered, watching in satisfaction as Jason’s pupils grew, his cheeks turned as red as the hood he adorns and his breathing grew uneven and jaunty. It wasn’t often Roy got to have authority, and he was savouring every moment of it, savoured the power he had over Jason right at this moment and loved to watch him, make him, squirm-

Purple nails gripped his chin and yanked it quickly to the side, nails digging into the flesh of his cheek, and Kori narrowed her eyes at him. “He’s not the boss around here,” she whispered, colliding her lips against his and turning her face this way and that until it was almost painful- but Roy didn’t tell her to stop. Didn’t tell her that he couldn’t breathe and that his chest was burning because he had already given her his heart and his air and his soul, he belonged to her and Jason, belonged to her in every possible way, and he lived for it, lived for loving her, lived for loving them, and when Kori pulled away and traced Roy’s lipstick covered lips with her nail and half closed her eyes with the smirk of a devil, he didn’t take in another breath.

Not until she leant forward and mouthed breathe on his skin, the opposite side of Jason’s as she liked and sucked and bit and pulled the veins on his neck until he was sure she was drawing blood, that he opened his mouth and gasped a shuddering breath as she pulled back. “I am.”

When she shoved his chin away, he fell hard against the headboard with the breath knocked out of him, purple smeared across his face and bruises on either side of his neck. Jason and Kori were both staring at him with the eyes of hungry wolves. “You look like you want to eat me alive.” He panted, not making any move to clean his face.

Kori’s grin turned demonic, her teeth showing as she tilted her head back so she was looking at him through half-lidded eyes and full lashes. “That might not be a bad idea.”

Roy spluttered as Jason dug his nails into the meat of Roy’s leg making him gasp. “Don’t get too cocky,” he snickered, paying Roy back for the fleeting moment of victory he had before. “I’m her second in command.”

“Whoa,” Roy muttered, head spinning and eyes flickering closed, breaths coming in fits and starts. “You two are going to be the death of me.”

Kori laughed, loud and melodic like a wind chime outside during a storm, the in charge persona entirely dissipated until all Roy had of it was the memory. “I hope not,” she pushed herself upright and kicked off her shoes, floated a foot off the bed so she could flip around in the air and land gently so she was on her stomach, her chin in her hands. “Our lives would be rather uneventful without you.”

Snorting, Jason pushed himself backwards until his back was leaning against the wooden board at the foot of the bed, his legs crossed. “It would also be less stressful too.” Roy reached behind his head and threw a pillow at him, but Jason reached up and caught it with a chuckle, putting it behind him so he could lean on it. “But really, it would be so boring.”

Roy smiled, felt a warmness in his chest, but not the blushing sort, the sort that made you feel all warm and fuzzy when you felt love and love back and Roy stared at the works of art in front of him, the beauty that was the view he got to look at every single day of his life.

“Hand me the chilli then.” He sighed, hand outstretched and Kori sat up a bit to reach over and hand it to him. “Let’s hope you didn’t make it as hot as Ollie does. If you did, I swear I’m breaking up with you.”

Kori giggled, floated eye level with Roy and kissed him again, softly this time. When she pulled away, Jason came forward and did the same. It was strange, how even the smallest kind of affection from the loves of his life could take his breath away. It made the broken ribs and the stabs and the bleeding worth it.

“No you won’t,” Jason yawned, leaning back. “You love us too much.”

“Yeah,” Roy admitted, “I really really do.”

Kori raised her hand, palm towards Roy. “I love you, Roy Harper.”

Jason did the same, hand touching Kori’s and lacing his thumb with hers. “So do I, no matter how annoying you can be.”

Roy forgot about his chilli, placing it on the bed so he could join his hand with theirs, tangling their fingers together. Their matching tattoo stark on their wrists, the gun, the arrow and the sun warming Roy up from the inside out at the depth of their love. He had many tattoos, didn’t think that one more would matter, the tattoo on his side testimony enough to his deep and evolving love. Jason says it’s a phoenix to better cope, but Roy made sure he asked for a Robin, a degrading Robin on purple flames as a tribute to his loves. Jason hates it until Roy tells him that without the death of the Robin, Jaybird would never have been born, and Jason shuts up with tears welling in his eyes.

“I better get well soon, then.” Roy squeezed their hands and they both squeezed back. “God knows you need me.”

Kori laughed. “Eat up, or I’ll feed you.”

Jason cackled as Roy feigned mock fear, shoveling mild chilli into his mouth as though his life depended on it. Yes, Roy could deal with the aching in his chest from puncture wounds and broken bones, but the everyday breathtaking sight of his loves are what he really lives for.

#dc #red hood and the outlaws #jason todd #roy harper #koriand'r #joyfire #please read the note before you read the fic #my writing

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And now! Without further ado, here are your prompts:

Regina and Robin are friends who accidentally sleep with one another, except not so accidentally

Roland is grown up and thinks he’s finally discovered how to bring back Robin Hood - but he needs Regina’s help

Regina eventually moved on, but then Robin comes back into her life.

Dark!OQ first kiss.

During the French Revolution, Robin is a prosecutor who acts like a spy at court for Robespierre.

Robin owes the Queen a debt so she has made him her servant til it is repaid.

Robin makes three wishes.

Co-Stars falling in love.

Robin and Regina used to date/were married. They’re no longer together but still love one another.

First Curse AU: Robin is in Storybrooke during the first curse and dated Mayor Mills while still cursed. Then the curse breaks.

Robin catches Regina watching "Bridezilla" & "Say Yes to the Dress" and starts planning a secret wedding based on her commentary.

Regina meeting DarkOQ's baby (with them alive)

Robin or Regina get turned into an animal unbekownst to the other who ends up caring for them for a bit before the curse is broken and then it's all like awkward....you liked me as a fox.

OQ/Belle friendship.

Roland and Robyn meet for the first time.

No one dies and everything ends happy

Robin is there when Regina finds out she’s going to be a grandmother.

Robin or Regina have a bad habit the other tries to help them break.

Regina is pregnant and she and Robin watch a birthing video together.

Learning how to snapchat.

Robin’s soul didn’t get obliterated when Hades stabbed him and his soul got trapped in Regina’s mirror

Page 23 showing up out of nowhere.

Regina feels burdened by the guilt of all the people she has murdered. Robin supports her with this.

Cora tries to separate Robin and Regina.

Based on this story https://www.thevintagenews.com/2018/02/20/king-pedro/

Regina and Robin meet at a hospital as they both have to sit in a waiting room waiting for hours on news about some members of their family.

Dark OQ meet Maleficent.

Regina self harming and Robin noticing

During the missing year, Regina sees herself in her mirror with Robin's tattoo tattooed on her.

Regina finds out that she’s actually Zeus or Hera’s daughter and demands that Robin be brought back.

Robin's backstory for any story or as a stand alone for the one we were promised.

Underworld. Regina telling Robin about her father’s death? Some of Robin’s demons.

In season 2, Regina went to the EF through Jefferson’s hat, and meets people who escaped the first curse; her mother, and her soulmate.

Bladerunner AU. As a bladerunner, Robin is sent on a mission to retire a rogue replicant, Regina.

Facilier's magic enables Regina to speak to Robin one last time. (Feel free to include him being semi or fully corporeal if you wish.)

Robin or Regina have to pick up a drunk Henry or Roland.

Henry comes out as ace/bi/etc to Regina and Robin.

Robin gets jealous when Regina and Mal work together a lot on something in secret. (DOQ or OQ)

Vampire AU.

Regina and Robin have a big fight. Robin goes to Mal for help in understanding Regina's reactions and ways to make it up to her. (DOQ or OQ)

Regina has mad PMS (just cause I think Robin figuring this out would be hilarious).

Robin and Regina discover their respective significant others are cheating with each other. They support each other through the fallout and their sons decide to make them realize they should be together.

OQ Body switch.

Robin is thrown through the time portal and meets young teenage Regina.

Robin and Regina in an orgy.

They are rival vigilantes both trying to fight the villain of the town.

Magic spell gone wrong, Robin accidentally turns himself into a fox while fiddling around with one of the vials in Regina's vault.

After Regina experiences sexual harassment, Robin reaches out to comfort her.

Robin refuses to go to the doctor.

Screenwriter/Director falling in love.

Person A keeps having strange dreams that turn out to be OQ in a past/alternate lives and they’re determined to find person B again (for extra angst; person B is already dead in this life).

American Horror Story Murder House AU

Season 3 AU where Robin/Roland/Both find themselves in Neverland and join an unlikely group brought together by their need to find a young boy.

Dark!OQ finding & taking in an abandoned baby.

An AU where there is a terror attack.

One is a killer/Criminal the other one is trying to catch him/her.

OQ friendship as one of the original married couples from Grace and Frankie.

Regina has another adoptive child when Henry brings Emma to Storybrooke.

Why did Robins tattoo match the lion emblems in Camelot? Former knight? Rightful king?

Missing Year and it's Roland's birthday.

The Good Place AU

“I went to the museum to get some inspiration for my art and then I saw you staring at one of the paintings in awe but now you just noticed me drawing you and this is awkward AU”

Regina hires Robin as her stylist. Because of a misunderstanding she thinks he’s gay.

Drunk Regina accidentally admits something really embarrassing.

Robin and Regina in a witness protection programme.

Frozen AU

Regina dies and Robin can see her ghost, together and try to find a solution to bring her back.

Prince Robin has to choose a bride via competition for his heart and Regina is one of the girls competing (or vice versa).

Robin finds Regina after searching for her.

Regina being with young Robyn.

Soldier/Nurse AU.

Their first time together after Robin has been brought back to life.

Robin or Regina are royalty and the other one works for them.

Regina goes to visit Robin’s grave for the first time.

Rival detectives trying to solve a case.

"We have to be quick"

“Would you like to share the blanket?”

Strip Poker

Alzheimer’s - one of them gets it and the other takes care of them.

Regina realises that Wish!Robin was her Robin after all and wants him back. The Evil Queen isn’t happy at all with that notion.

Robin comes back without any memories, Regina has to make him fall in love with her again.

Regina doesn’t get to go to heaven so Robin decides to stay wherever she is.

OQ meet over the death of their children.

Robin proposes to Regina on a bridge.

Regina teaching (or attempting to teach) Robin how to bake something.

Robin is secretly shrunk and kept in Roni’s jeans pocket. She doesn’t tell anyone to protect him.

Robin accidentally ingests viagra

They are both criminals trying to escape.

You’re getting chased by the police and you just jumped in my car and yelled drive, wtf man

OQ go on a double date with D!OQ

Robin comes to bring lunch to Regina but he finds her very sexually frustrated having been interrupted by the children the night before.

Regina thinks Robin is cheating on her but he is actually planning to propose.

OQ Doctor Who AU with Regina as the last of the time lords, The Queen, and Robin as the professor/archaeologist/criminal/time-traveling husband she never meets in the right order.

"This can never happen again"

Robin and Regina realise that Robin’s daughter has magic, they try to teach her how to use it.

After last call at a bar, Robin and Regina find they don’t want to say goodbye

I Dream of Jeannie AU.

You’re the bastard who keeps parking in front of my house and you just caught me drawing a dick on your window… ugh, oops.

Rivals doctors trying to win a famous prize

“Your dog likes me a thousand times better than they like your partner and sorry not sorry I love this dog”

OQ at a strip club

Bedsharing

OQ in a Star Trek or Stargate setting

“Maybe we were the mistake"

10th Kingdom AU with Regina as Virginia and Robin as Wolf (but Fox!). Bonus points for bringing Henry and Roland along for the adventure.

Regina covers Robin in tiramisu.

Fantastic 4 AU.

"I'm really angry at you but also really horny so can we press pause on this fight and fuck first?"

Before she leaves for New York, Regina knows that Roland is going to leave so she decides to take him to his father’s grave to say goodbye to both of them.

Robin or Regina almost freeze to death and the other one finds them.

Regina takes Robin Hood on an airplane for the first time.

Regina visits Marian's grave to thank her.

The first time they sleep together after Zelena.

Partners, working on a firm together and lovers/couple off-work.

Robin likes to kiss the exposed parts of skin the EQ reveals (cleavage, back etc)

Robin and Regina's daughter breaking their first curse. Regina doesn't believe her and it tears her down a bit.

“We are trapped in a bank during a robbery, please don’t get yourself killed I’m actually starting to like you” AU.

OQ steal a baby (intentionally, unintentionally, whatever.)

D!OQ/OQ's wedding day.

You’re a sex line operator and I called you because I was curious and wow you have an incredible voice AU.

Regina dealing with menopause (could be brought on early due to magic).

Regina & Robin chaperone Henry's senior prom.

They have the house to themselves but they bet they can keep quiet. They end up losing.

Robin helps Regina see light in the darkness

One of them is caught masturbating.

Regina is overwhelmed and is drowning in her demons. Robin helps her.

OQ at Henry and Cinderella’s wedding.

Canon Robin and Regina talking about Regina and Graham’s past and Robin being jealous.

OQ in Disneyland.

Robin and Henry bond.

I’m a single parent and you’re my son’s coach and holy shit I want to take you out on a date and exercise in an adult way.

Regina planning a full weekend of roughing it in the woods with Robin and the barest of essentials.

Date night.

You seem to have slept with everyone on my block except me, care to explain yourself? (When’s it my turn because I find you very attractive).

Regina gets sun poisoning and Robin has to take care of her.

Barefoot in the rain - all of their “firsts” are in the rain.

Henry worries about his mother and confides in Robin.

Hook thinks something is amiss but accidentally walks in on Regina and Robin having sex he breaks his leg fleeing the scene.

Hades’ dagger splits Robin into 2. His dark and light sides.

Regina and Robin meet speed-dating.

Regina trying to cope with pregnancy hormones.

Regina goes to NYC and sees Robin with Marian(not Zelena) and she's jealous.

Summer camp either as counsellors or as attendees.

Teacher student preferably with Robin as the student

Roland falls ill.

Can't buy me love AU.

Chocolate

“I said i loved you one more time in case it would change your mind"

Two foreign strangers meet under the cherry blossoms in Japan (bonus points if Regina is dressed in a kimono)

Regina finding out she's pregnant and she gets scared of Robin's reaction. But he's very sweet about it and gets super happy.

Jealous Regina and/or Robin.

Roland and/or Henry getting into trouble for fighting and defending Peanut's honor when some kids start badmouthing her.

Regina as a russian spy, Robin the CIA agent who’s trying to capture her.

OQ in a dystopian AU (can be based on Black Mirror episodes).

Regina finds out through her jealousy that she actually likes Robin more than just a friend.

Roland and Regina go shopping.

Regina is a goddess of love. She is responsible to bring people together and help everyone find their true love. However, her fate is to be alone forever. Then she meets Robin and while he’s destined to be with Marian he goes against powers older than life on earth itself in order to be with her.

OQ as IT geeks who work in the same company and they’re so awkward when they flirt with each other.

Peanut's first period & Robin's the only one home.

Bandit!Regina injures Robin, then nurses him back to health

An English man’s heart is stolen by a Flamenco dancer on a visit to Spain.

One of them surprises the other in the shower, it's a really good surprise

Robin finds Regina's sex-toys, and he doesn't know what they are.

Regina attends Dark OQ’s wedding.

Secrets & Lies

Robin tries to put on a sexy costume but Regina laughs at him.

Movie night with the kids.

The queen orders Robin Hood to steal something from Rumple’s castle and gives him a reward.

Regina is the dark one and Robin has the dagger.

Emma ruins everything.

Fireworks

“And for the first time in a long time, I could imagine a future where I was happy"

Regina and Robin see a musical on Broadway together.

Drinking Game with 20 Questions

Robin and Regina have a big fight.

Regina turns home to a very drunk Roland. Turns out Robin thought the ‘Strawberry Woo-Woo’ cans in the refrigerator were a children’s drink. “What kind of alcoholic drink has a picture of _____ on it?!”

Zorro AU

Regina cares for a sick Robin during the missing year.

Regina/Roni has been in a relationship with Facilier when Robin comes back.

Childhood Robin and Regina meeting in the Enchanted Forest.

They almost get caught in any type of sexual situation by any character.

Regina is an artist, Robin is life model who poses nude for each of her life drawing classes.

The Love Punch AU

Season 5 AU: Robin doesn't die and now has two parts of Regina to deal with: Queenie and Regina.

“You can’t just take my child!” “I’m taking what’s rightfully mine.”

Robin gives Regina a ring.

Regina or Robin have physical therapy twice a week but instead of working on the injury they do much more fulfilling exercises.

Regina is an AI Robot owned by a lonely widower Robin.

OQ have sex in a library

Roland climbs up a tree, Regina helps him to get down.

OQ + rimming

Roni and Robin find one another in Hyperion Heights in their cursed identities. Then one day, the curse is broken and they wake up

Queeny and Locksley bring Robin back for Regina

A visit to the museum.

Roman Holiday AU.

Regina and Robin "just friends" play a drinking game

Robin and Regina skype while he is on an out of town business trip

USA around civil war time. Regina, wife of a confederate slave owner, is on her way further down into the South when the train gets stopped by Yankees (Robin).

Robin tells Regina that she deserves better than her current boyfriend

Robin and Regina get caught getting handsy in public

Regina tells Robin that she saw his girlfriend cheating on him

Regina and Robin attend a ball.

WWI or WWII AU: Regina falls for British solider Robin.

Non-Magical AU - Regina and Robin are on a date when they bump into Regina’s ex: Emma Swan

Regina being selfish in bed.

Roland follows an injured puppy and gets lost, Robin/Regina find them huddled together for warmth.

“You are my future.” “But I’m not sure you’re mine.”

Anastasia AU

“How did my parents meet? Well, my dad was in jail, and called the wrong number accidentally, who happened to be my mom, and he didn’t wanna waste his call so he told her not to hang up. Boom. They’re 24 years married.”

Regina is an assassin hired to kill Robin, but when she realizes he is a good man and has a son, she decides to protect him instead.

A Showmaster falls in love with his new trapeze artist who joined the show with her young son in order to provide a living.

Robin leaves Roland with Regina while out of town and she has to call John when something goes wrong.

Friends with benefits

Regina and Robin get set up on a blind date by their friends but neither of them showed up. Years later they get together and find out about their missed opportunity.

Robin accidentally clones himself whilst playing around with a few things in Regina’s vault. Regina has to try and put things back to normal, though not without having a little fun first.

The Notebook AU

Mulan AU: because her father is too old and weak, she joins the army as her father’s son, trying to save her country from the looming threat of (e.g. ogres)

Castle AU: She’s a detective and he’s a writer.

They meet at a gala, she’s an actress with a wonderful red dress and he’s a musician. They start talking and they fall in love looking at each other’s eyes.

Robin is the royal heir to a fortune but is disillusioned with the customs and pomp of regality so he gets into thievery ... and Cora is out on the look for a new husband for Regina after the first fell through ..... (perhaps bandit Regina and Robin)

Regina makes Robin her famous lasagne.

Roland goes to college.

Roland gets lost in a supermarket and Regina finds him and helps him find his Papa.

Marrying your best-friend eliminates the risk of divorce by 75%

Medical AU.

High School AU - Robin is a new student of one year. Marian schemes to get Robin for herself by dissuading both Regina and Robin who clearly have feelings for each other.

Robin and Regina are not dating. Then Robin accidentally walks in on Regina when she's with a woman.

Regina wearing Robin’s sweater bc she’s cold and that’s all she can find.

Regina being a headmistress and Robin being a billionaire whose son, Roland, goes to the school where Regina is the boss. Usually the nanny drops Roland off at school but one day when Regina is in charge of the arriving children so happens that Robin takes him to school.

Robin and Regina make a pact that if both of them aren’t married by 40 they marry each other. They fall out of contact for a few years but Regina gets a phone call on her 40th birthday from a familiar voice...

A reincarnation AU where one of them is forced to remember the past lives with the other person but the other person doesn’t remember their last life.

Teen OQ's first time in the backseat of a car.

Robin and Regina are both celebrities (doesn't matter in what form) and they've been secretly dating for a while when they are asked to perform in an episode of Lip Sync Battle and Robin proposes with Bruno Mars' Marry You.

“I only date for the Netflix passwords.”

Robin and Regina bond over their puppies Roland and Henry.

Regina sneaking birth control to her teenage daughter and Robin catching her.

Robin being Regina's personal trainer, because Regina wants to work out before her wedding but we all know that wedding won't happen now that they met.

Upper east side widow: While en route to her husband’s funeral (whom she murdered) Regina gets arrested by Detective Locksley.

In the EF Regina’s hair gets too heavy for liking and she wants to cut it with scissors but Robin has a different idea (cutting it with an axe)

Jealous Regina (when they aren't even together) and she gets all possessive, angry then takes matters into her own hands so they have a get together sex.

Regina takes up archery as a new hobby and Robin is her instructor.

Roland saves a litter of kittens. Regina wants to get rid of them bc she doesn’t want pets. They win her heart over in no time and while outside she acts all indifferent, Robin catches her being all sweet with the kitties when she thinks everyone is sleeping.

Art Prompts

Regina and Robin as Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir. Famous ice dancers in love.

Anything silhouetted

Drawing/painting of all of their kisses

The Vault

Regina & Robin's twentieth wedding anniversary.

Regina's box of mementos from Robin (Can be before or after his death)

Dawn's first light on the sleeping lovers

A midnight swim beneath a waterfall

WW2 manip (Robin using the pics of Sean from Timeless)

Nightswimming

Arguing in public

OQ at the beach

masquerade ball

Royal Wedding

OQ in Game of Thrones

Art a favourite fic

Song Prompts

(for music videos but can also be used for fic & art)

Faded - Alan Walker

Rewrite the stars - The Greatest Showman

The night we met - Lord Huron

Sorry - Halsey

So cold - Ben Cocks

Every time we touch - Cascada

Sad song - We the Kings

Because of you - Kelly Clarkson

All I ask - Adele

Hello - Adele

Little do you know - Alex & Sierra

In my veins - Andrew Belle

Just a little bit of your heart - Ariana Grande (Alesia Cara cover)

You are the reason - Calum Scott

The scientist - Coldplay

I will survive - Aretha Franklin (Leopold or Daniel as “you”, Regina as “I”, and Robin as “someone who’s lovin’ me”)

Dangerously - Charlie Puth

I need you love - Calvin Harris (Madlyn Bailey cover)

Paradise - George Ezra

Say you won't let go - James Arthur

Naked - James Arthur

The one that got away - Katy Perry

My life would suck without you - Kelly Clarkson

Angel down - Lady Gaga

Secret love song - Little Mix

You always make me smile - Kyle Andrews

Like i'm gonna lose you - Meghan Trainor

Close your eyes - Michael Buble

Dynasty - MIIA

Classic - MKTO

Latch - Sam Smith (Natalie Taylor cover)

Rich love - One Republic

Just give me a reason - P!nk

What about us - P!nk

Better place - Rachel Platten

War of hearts - Ruelle

The heart wants what it wants - Selena Gomez

To be human - Sia

Dusk till dawn - Zayn

Just a dream - Nelly

Don’t Treat Me Bad - Firehouse

Demons - Imagine Dragons

Outlaws - Alessia Cara

Somebody else - The 1975

Hurts like hell - Ruelle

Too good at goodbyes - Sam Smith

Video games by Lana Del Rey

Goodbye kiss - Kasabian

Stay with me - Sam Smith

Tetris - Madlyn Bailey

Tell me you love me - Demi Lovato

Nobody - Selena Gomez

I want crazy - Hunter Hayes

In the name of love - Martin Garriz & Bebe Rexha

Gives you Hell - The All-American Rejects

Hopeless Romantic - Billy Vera & The Beaters

My Valentine - Paul McCartney

Are You Ready - Mike & The Mechanics

Dark Horse - Katy Perry

I Won’t Give Up - Glee version

Perfect - Ed Sheeran

Into You - Ariana Grande

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift

Theme prompts for Videos:

Fanfic Trailers.

Movie trailers.

AU videos.

S7 AU Trailer.

Missing Year

OQ Family

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sapphicwordweaver-blog · 7 years ago

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Russian Superstition

All of the below are sourced from (here). Cut for length.

SUPERSTITIONS IN RUSSIA

Russians are considered very superstitious. Their lives are filled with superstition which most non-Russian are unfamiliar with. Soothsaying on New Years’s has traditionally been important. Most Russians claim they are not superstitious; they are only recognizing superstition as a way of hedging their bets by not tempting fate. [Source: Carol Williams, Los Angeles Times, Yelena Minnok Encyclopedia of Superstitions in Russia]

There has traditionally been a strong interest in parapsychology, some of which is regarded as “scientific,” in Russia. There are numerous folk stories involving vampires and witches. In 2001, Putin signed a bill outlawing “electromagnetic, infrasound...radiators” and others weapons of “psychotronic influence.”

Superstition experienced a rebirth after the collapse of Communism. Olga Miserva, a parapsychologist at Moscow's Open Spiritual Center, told the Los Angeles Times. "Reliance on superstition shows up the inadequacy of our internal knowledge and self-confidence problems that have been intensified by the insecurity inflicted on people by the complete change of the world hey know...There are a lot of problems and a lot of reason for people to be fearful. People want to fill these voids with a little something they can believe in. They look to the stars for guidance and put their faith in these old superstitions to feel they have control over the future."

Common Russian Superstitions

The Russian equivalent of knocking on wood is spitting over one's shoulder three times after making a careless remark about possible danger or presumed good. The superstition is based on the belief that the devil lives on one's left shoulder and an angel loves on the right shoulder, and spitting on the devil is a way of preventing him from causing mischief. Pretending to spit three times over one’s shoulder and then knocking on wood is a superstition for good health.

Many Russian superstitions trace their origins back to pre-Orthodox pagan times. To ward off evil spirits one must touch the floor with the right foot first after waking up in the morning. If a person accidently puts on their shirt inside out he or she must place it on the floor and step on it before putting it on the correct way.

Other common Russian superstitions: 1) A dropped butter knife means that a member of the opposite sex will visit. 2) If you want to have a son wear a hat during the moment of conception. 3) If you have a bad dream and you don't want it come true you must retell the dream in the morning while running water from a faucet so the dream goes down the drain. 4) Before embarking on a journey, one must "sit for the road," or sit silent on one's luggage or bed before leaving.

Domovoi and Shaking Hands at Thresholds

A common Russian superstition is that one must never shake hands, kiss, sleep or sit near a threshold such as a door. Thresholds are where brownie-like creatures known as domovoi dwell and kissing or shaking hands is regarded as an offensive invasion of their space.

Non-Russians visiting the home of Russian friends often violate this superstition by greeting their hosts with handshakes or embrace at the doorway. Some Russian believe that the misfortunes on the MIR space station began after arriving American astronauts shook hands with Russian cosmonauts when they entered the station.

Domovoi are believed to follow the head of the household when a family moves. There are elaborate rituals to attract domovoiwhen a new household is established after marriage. A newlywed groom, for example, does not carry his bride over the threshold, but rather lets loose a cat call which is supposed to summon a domovoi. Cats are the only creatures that can communicate withdomovoi.

Mirror Superstitions in Russia

In order not to obstruct the journey of departed spirits to the afterlife, Russians believe, one must not obstruct the view of a mirror. Broken mirrors are considered an omen of misfortune for a friend and looking at your own reflection in a broken mirrors is regarded as very dangerous.

People are not supposed to eat in front of mirrors or look at an image of a candle reflected in a mirror. Many superstitions involve mirrors because they are regarded as the threshold between the world we know and the world of spirits.

One of Russia's most widely held superstitions is when someone returns home to pick up something left behind he or she must look in a mirror before leaving again. Some people say that you have to stick out your tongue or make an ugly face when looking in the mirror. The idea behind this belief is that when a person leaves the house the first they accompanied by a guardian angel. If they return from outside the guardian angel is left behind and is recalled with a look in the mirror.

Bad Luck and the Evil Eye in Russia

Whistling indoors, yellow flowers, red hair are all considered bad luck. If you whistle indoors, all your money will fly out the window. Yellow is associated with sadness. Redheads are regarded with suspicion because there are so few of them.

Returning a borrowed item after sunset or mending a hem or button while wearing a damaged garment, spilling salt on a table are also considered bad luck. If you spill salt you must throw it over your left shoulder.

One should never celebrate a holiday, birthday, anniversary or other happy event in advance. Don't look at a baby if you have black eyes. Don't light a cigarette from a candle. The number 13 it is not an unlucky number in Russia. An even number of roses or any other flower is considered appropriate only at a funeral.

Evil eye superstitions are very much alive in Russia. The Cossacks have traditionally worn black fur hats with a red and black "god's eye" to ward off bullets. Many Russians believe that that some people have the power to cast the "evil eye". A babka, an old woman faith healer, told the New York Times, she can recognize the "evil eye" but she never uses it. "I cast only good spells," she said. "I never use the evil eye." To "disinfect" oneself from a curse cast by the evil eye pass a candle three times in front of an icon.

Supernatural Beliefs in Russia

The collapse of Communism brought about a resurgence in astrology, ESP and fortunetelling. Respected newspapers contain advertisements offering the services of witches, warlocks and clairvoyants. Doctors regularly advise their patients to see faith healers. Lilia Voroneheza, a popular psychic and faith healer, told the Los Angeles Times in the 1990s she was so busy she had to turn away customers. Another psychic, Anatoly Kashpirovsky, was elected to Parliament in 1993.

The Third Eye, a television show about the supernatural, was one of the most popular shows in Russia. A government report issued in 2001 said that Russian scientists were trying to create “effective methods to influence of humans at a distance.” The KGB investigated paranormal occurrences.

A Russian woman named Rosa Kulehova demonstrated her ability of eyeless sight at the Moscow Academy of Science. After being blindfolded she read material placed in front of her using the third and forth finger on her right hand.

Astrology in Russia

Astrology has became quite popular in Russia since the fall of Communism. Astrology columns are a fixture in almost every magazine and newspaper. Callers can receive personalized astrology accounts using their phones. The Kremlin used to have a staff of astrologers, whose job was to advise the late Present Boris Yeltsin.

Russian horoscopes tend to be gloomier than their American counterparts. Negative days usually outnumber "fortunate" days by a two to one margin (the ratio is reversed in most American horoscopes). The alignments of planets are viewed as inauspicious days in which it better to stay home and not make decisions. In the U.S. these days are viewed as obstacles that can be overcome.

By Western standards, Russian astrology reports are very blunt. One report in the Kommersant newspaper read: "Today is a largely dangerous day. You may end up broke...This day is entirely unsuitable for an undertaking of any sort...The risks of accidents is high. You shouldn't expect anything good from your family life today...It's better not to gamble on a day like this, whole fortunes are lost." The following day the paper reported: "Fraud, cheating and crooked deals are only a small fraction of the troubles that threaten to disrupt all your plans today." [Source: Washington Post]

Typical Russian horoscope entries read, "don't get frantic when you find all your life savings are gone," "your deliveries will not arrive on time, or will never arrive," foreigners will cause you a lot of trouble today," "on Tuesday the shady deals that you made earlier become known to the broad public," and "You should intensify the guard on your apartment; representatives of criminal structures are not dozing." [Ibid]

Russian Fortunetellers and Mystics

Russia has a long history with mystics and fortunetellers. Brezhnev consulted a Bulgarian clairvoyant. Yeltsin hired a special consultant to protect him from “external pyschophysical influence.” See Rasputin Under History.

By one estimate there are over 100,000 fee-charging mystics in Russia and the services they offer is a multi-million -dollar business. They advertise on television and in newspapers. Many fortunetellers in Russian are Abkhazians from the Caucasus and Roma (Gypsies). Abkhazian women read coffee grounds; Roma often use cards. On Roma fortune teller told the Washington Post,"All sorts come here for advise—doctors, procurators, Mafia—it's a good business."

The chess player Garry Kasparov credited the Azerbaijani psychic Tofik Dadashev with helping him won his first world championship in 1985 against Anatoly Karpov, who employed a psychologist trained in hypnotism. Dadashev told the Los Angeles Times, “What I was doing there was not hypnosis in the scientific sense of the word.” He said he “created the positive energetic background which would make it easier for him and more difficult for opponent to play.”

The use of mystics and fortunetellers soared after the collapse of the Soviet Union. Russian sociologists said that among the reasons for this were tough economic times and pent up interest in the supernatural after years of Soviet rule. “Many people now live on the verge of despair, given their economic situation, which humiliates and destroy their families,” one Russian sociologist told the Los Angeles Times. “They are attracted to psychics, to magicians to witches...out of fragility and desperation.”

Russian Wise Women and Witches

Faith healing, paganism and witchcraft were not stamped by the Communists. Since the break up of the Soviet Union they have experienced a rebirth. One Belarusian anthropologist told Newsweek, "The Communists were strongly atheistic, but they could not destroy people's belief in miracles.”

Almost every village has some kind of witch or warlock. Many people, when given the choice, say they would rather go to a faith healer than a doctor. Cures for cancer offered by witch doctors include drinking kerosene, spitting at the moon and peeing through a wedding ring into a saucepans.

Vedma ("wise women")—usually matronly babushkas in their 60s—in small villages in Russia, Belarus and the Ukraine treat childhood diseases by writing magic words on water and attempt to cure cows by whispering secret spells in the wind. For payment they accept chicken, eggs and homemade vodka.

"Ivan Kupla" is a pagan festival tolerated by the Orthodox Church in which revelers celebrate the beginning of spring by bathing naked together in running water and jumping over greenwood fires with crowns of birch twigs. Some parish priests keep busy doing exorcisms on people reportedly victimized by witchcraft. These exorcisms often feature a lot of moaning, screaming and shuddering from crucifixes.

Urban Witches

The belief in witchcraft in Russia is said to be stronger in the cities than in rural areas because, one Orthodox priest told the New York Times, "in villages the old attitudes toward the church are still alive and the immunity against evil is better preserved.”

In the cities witches work as fortunetellers. Most of their business comes from women who have bad luck and want to have a curse removed and men who want to seduce women. One customer who sought a witch in Moscow told the Time of London her boyfriend had left her because a neighbor had sprinkled pine needles across the threshold of her family house when her mother was pregnant. “We told the witch about it and she lifted the curse,” the woman explained.

In the early 2000s, Larisa Teterina operated the upscale “External Help Center.” She typically treated six patients a day in an office filled with candles, crystals, and fertility symbols. She charges about $25 for an initial consultation and prices varied depending on the ritual, spell or curse that was sought. A charm that mended a broken marriage cost $300. A spell to make a man more sexy cost $150. Teterina told the Times of London: “Magic can’t be cheap because you’d argue with your spouse all the time and then go to witch to get it fixed.

Teterina said she learned her craft from her grandmother and has a 85 percent success rate. She attributed her high success rate as much to commons sense advice as magic. Still there are those who consider Teterina and others like her to be swindlers and charlatans. Witches have become so common that the Moscow city council proposed legislation to ban “occult services.”

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tomeandflickcorner · 7 years ago

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OUAT Episode Analysis- One Little Tear

Well, things certainly got interesting in this episode. There were a few times I actually had to pause the episode so my brain could reboot itself. That’s how much new information they dropped on us.

So we open on a dark and stormy night, with a young woman racing to save her husband’s life. Apparently, the husband was gravely ill, so the woman was searching for a magical cure, which was said to reside in a witch’s garden. It’s revealed that the woman’s name is Rapunzel. Turns out Blonde Rapunzel really is an actual person. She wasn’t just a false identity Gothel took up to deceive Wish Killian into impregnating her.

Anyway, Blonde Rapunzel enters the witch’s garden to find the cure for her husband’s illness, leaving the husband in question under the watch of their two daughters. Before she can find the magical plant, Blonde Rapunzel is confronted by Gothel. It’s here that we got a really interesting nod to the traditional version of the Rapunzel fairy tale. Remember how, in the original version, Rapunzel’s father enters the witch’s garden to fetch some radishes for his pregnant wife, and when the witch catches him in the act, she makes a deal with him that involves him taking the radishes while the witch will lay claim to the baby when she’s born? Well, in this version, it’s Rapunzel herself who enters the witch’s garden to safe her husband’s life and encounters the witch. And instead of the witch claiming a baby as payment, Gothel makes it so Rapunzel gets trapped in the tower. Basically, Gothel gets Blonde Rapunzel to say she’d be willing to do anything to ensure her husband lives and her family remains safe, so Gothel makes it so the price Blonde Rapunzel has to pay to ensure that would happen would be for her to be separated from her family. As you might expect, Blonde Rapunzel is not pleased when she finds out the nature of the fine print, and she cries out desperately into the night for her family, who are unfortunately too far away to hear her.

However, this leads to the first big twist of the episode. When calling out to her family, Blonde Rapunzel reveals the names of her two daughters are Anastasia and Drizella. Which means Blonde Rapunzel is actually a younger Parallel Stepmother. The interesting thing about this is that I saw some people speculating that this would be the case from the moment they made the casting announcement for Blonde Rapunzel, since the actress playing Blonde Rapunzel bore a strong resemblance to the woman playing Parallel Stepmother/Victoria Belfry. But still, the fact that this turned out to actually be the case is still pretty amazing.

So anyway, Blonde Rapunzel/Younger Parallel Stepmother eventually escapes from the tower after six years go by, because her hair had grown long enough to be used as a rope. She manages to locate her lost family rather quickly, as Young Anastasia had taken to releasing some sky lanterns periodically, in the hopes that they would help her mother find them again. And Blonde Rapunzel is overjoyed to see her two girls again, and is especially happy to see her husband, Marcus, also lived. But then, the reunion ends with a piecing record scratch. Turns out, Marcus believed Blonde Rapunzel to be dead after so many years and has moved on, marrying a widow named Cecilia, and becoming stepfather to Cecilia’s daughter, Ella.

Well, how’s that for a twist? So the father Parallel Ella clearly loved so much, the one who was eventually murdered by the prince Parallel Ella wanted to kill in revenge was actually the biological father of Parallel Ella’s stepsisters. And the stepmother was the original wife. That really was an interesting turn of events. I admit, I do feel really bad for Marcus, as he must have been finding the whole situation extremely awkward. Because he obviously loved Blonde Rapunzel, but he also loved Cecilia just as much. So he can’t just dump his new wife because it turns out his original wife was alive. (And before any Outlaw Queen shippers try to argue that that’s what Robin did when Not Marian entered the picture, let me remind you that Robin and Regina weren’t married, and had only been together for a week at best. So it’s not the same thing!)

Thankfully, to Cecilia’s credit, she seems to take the whole thing in stride, and Blonde Rapunzel apparently ends up living on the estate with them, in order for her to maintain a relationship with her daughters. But it appears Young Drizella isn’t exactly warming up to her mother. It isn’t exactly clear why. I suppose it’s possible that it’s just because she was quite young when Blonde Rapunzel disappeared, and she doesn’t remember her as that well, so Cecilia was the only mother figure she can remember having. But at the same time, there doesn’t seem to be that much of an age difference between Drizella and Anastasia, who is clearly thrilled to have her birth mother back. So I’m not entirely sure what Drizella’s issue is supposed to be. Is she angry at her mother for disappearing on them so abruptly? Because that was hardly Blonde Rapunzel’s fault.

That’s when Gothel pops up again. At first, it kinda looks like she’s there to gloat or something, but she them presents Blonde Rapunzel with a test. She gives her the toadstool from Parallel Wonderland, which is the key to casting the Curse of the Poisoned Heart on a person. She tells Blonde Rapunzel that all she has to do is place a few drops of the toadstools toxin into Cecilia’s drink, and that will end up forcing her away so Blonde Rapunzel can reclaim her place as the main mother figure in the family. At first, Blonde Rapunzel refuses the temptation, as Cecilia is a really nice woman and has done nothing to deserve such treatment. But sometime later, at Drizella’s birthday party, Blonde Rapunzel ends up snapping after witnessing Drizella call Cecelia ‘mother,’ especially after Drizella had barely acknowledged her birth mother’s present. So Blonde Rapunzel ends up placing the Curse of the Poisoned Heart on Cecilia. And we know from Parallel Ella’s account a few episodes back what happened next. Cecilia ran off to Parallel Wonderland and Marcus went after her, only to come back empty handed because, unbeknownst to them, Cecelia ended up being killed by Parallel Jabberwocky. So Marcus ended up remarrying Blonde Rapunzel.

For a time, things are pretty normal, with apparently no one knowing the hand Blonde Rapunzel played in Cecilia’s disappearance. But then, during the winter, Young Anastasia, Young Drizella and Young Parallel Ella are playing together when a sudden gust of wind blows their snowman’s hat out onto the frozen pond nearby. So Young Parallel Ella goes out to retrieve it, not noticing the ice is cracking beneath her feet. Young Anastasia, however, does notice, so she heads out after her stepsister. This results in both girls falling through the ice, with Marcus jumping in to save them while Drizella and Blonde Rapunzel watch from the shore. To Blonde Rapunzel’s horror, Marcus ends up pulling Parallel Ella out first. Which really upsets her, as she apparently sees this as Marcus choosing Cecilia’s daughter over their own flesh and blood. Which I guess, in her mind, is the same as Marcus showing he loved Cecelia more than he did her. While I get why she felt that way, I don’t think that was what Marcus was doing, even subconsciously. I’m just saying, it was undoubtedly really cold and dark under the icy pond. Chances are, he just grabbed onto the first girl he saw without even knowing which girl he grabbed until he made it to the surface again. It’s kind of like how it was with Robert and Ruth, in the Murder Most Foul flashback. It wasn’t as if they chose to give up Baby James because they loved Baby David more. It was just a random chance that James was the baby that was taken to be raised by King George. It could just have easily been David that was whisked away. I could have misinterpreted this scene, but I think it was the exact same thing going on here. Marcus wasn’t intentionally choosing Ella over Anastasia. He just happened to grab hold of Ella first.

In addition, this moment does show that Parallel Stepmother had no legit reason to blame Parallel Ella for Anastasia’s condition. Because it clearly was no one’s fault that they fell through the ice. It was just a tragic turn of events that no one could have predicted or avoided. So Parallel Ella has no reason to feel guilty for what happened to Anastasia.

In any event, Blonde Rapunzel ends up brining the frozen body of Young Anastasia to Gothel, begging the witch to save her daughter’s life. Come to think of it, it’s a bit odd that Blonde Rapunzel ended up turning to Gothel for help, considering their history, but I guess she was just that desperate. Gothel manages to place the girl in a state of suspended animation, so she would be preserved in the state between living and dead until they found a way to revive her. That’s when Gothel says she gave Blonde Rapunzel the poisoned toadstool as a test, to see if she was pure enough to not be corrupted by evil and put her happiness over the happiness of others. And she ultimately failed that test, which led to Gothel deciding that Blonde Rapunzel couldn’t possibly be The Guardian. Because Gothel’s apparently looking for the Guardian, too, for reasons I don’t think they’ve disclosed yet. However, Gothel now suspects that Anastasia could be The Guardian, so she plans to seal away Anastasia in the tower. And this time, she’s placed a blood magic spell over the tower to ensure the next occupant could never escape the way Blonde Rapunzel did. But before Gothel can enact her spell, Blonde Rapunzel, unwilling to let the comatose Anastasia get trapped in the tower, pulls a fast one by swiping the blood magic vial from Gothel and splashing the contents onto the witch. Which explains how Gothel ended up trapped in the tower herself. But now, Blonde Rapunzel/Parallel Stepmother is now left with the comatose Anastasia. As well as a bitter heart, because she now believes that there are no happy endings, even if you’re good. Because everything she did was to ensure her family would remain together, but now her husband supposedly loves another woman, one daughter is near dead, and the other daughter barely acknowledges her.

In present day Hyperion Heights, we get a confrontation between Parallel Stepmother and Drizella, who is apparently now angry that Parallel Stepmother seemingly favored Anastasia over her. Which is a rather bizarre thing for Drizella to be angry about because the flashback showed Young Drizella wanting nothing to do with her birth mother. And it was Blonde Rapunzel’s desire for Drizella to accept her as her mother that drove her to curse Cecilia. So I’m a bit iffy on what Drizella’s malfunction is. Maybe she’s just bipolar? I don’t know.

Anyway, Drizella soon leaves, but then meets up with Gothel, so they could continue to find out where Parallel Stepmother hid Anastasia’s body. Still not entirely sure what they want with Anastasia yet. I suppose Gothel still suspects Anastasia might be The Guardian, but what does she need The Guardian for? And what is Drizella hoping to gain from their alliance? Hopefully, they’ll explain that soon. Regardless, they soon decide to follow Parallel Stepmother when Rumpelstiltskin helps her get out of jail through some legal loophole or something. Because Parallel Stepmother was able to bribe him with information on The Guardian.

When Rogers/Wish Killian finds out that Rumpelstiltskin/Weaver helped get Parallel Stepmother/Victoria out of jail, he is completely livid over how his supposed partner keeps going behind his back and freeing the bad guys. So he starts a side quest to dig up the dirt on Weaver. It starts with him breaking into Weaver’s evidence storeroom. Inside, he finds extensive files on various people within Hyperion Heights, including himself and Sabine/Tiana. (He also finds his trademark hook tucked away in an evidence baggie, which is something that made me super excited. Here’s hoping he’s able to reclaim his hook before much longer.)

So, trying to find out why Weaver/Rumpelstiltskin is keeping files on everyone, Rogers/Wish Killian visits Sabine/Tiana at her food truck, which is almost ready for use. He asks her about the arson case that Weaver was supposed to follow up on. Sabine states that the story Weaver gave her was that the arsonist managed to break in by jimmying the lock with a dagger that was disposed of in a dumpster nearby. When Sabine draws a picture of the dagger for Rogers, it’s revealed, to no one’s surprise, that it’s the Dark One’s Dagger. The strange thing is, Sabine states Weaver insisted on her holding the Dagger for a moment and asking if she felt anything. I have no idea what Rumpelstiltskin was after in having Tiana hold his dagger. Does he think she’s The Guardian? I really hope it doesn’t turn out that Tiana somehow became a Dark One herself prior to this new curse being cast. Because I don’t see how that would serve any kind of purpose.

While all this is going on, Drizella and Gothel manage to follow Parallel Stepmother and Rumpelstiltskin to the place where Anastasia’s body is hidden. But Parallel Stepmother manages to smuggle it away before the duo could confront them. We then get a scene with Gothel and Rumpelstiltskin confronting each other. Because they’re both looking for The Guardian. Though we only know why Rumpelstiltskin is trying to find him/her. Because he wants to give up his immortality to reunite with Belle in the afterlife.

Now, I’m going to birdwalk a bit, because this is something that I find rather iffy. While it’s clearly supposed to be all romantic that Rumpelstiltskin just wants to reunite with Belle and all, will he just drop dead the moment he gives up the Dark One’s power? Is that what he’s hoping that will happen? Because that’s kinda jerky on his part, considering he still has a living son out there. Yeah, do you remember Gideon? The son that Rumpy Rumps was so focused on protecting in S6? I think it stands to reason that he’s still out there somewhere. But it looks as if Rumpelstiltskin is only thinking about getting back with Belle, and is not sparing a thought for Gideon. If that’s the case, I really feel bad for the guy. He’s already lost his mother when he was still just a young adult. Now his father is only focused on dying to be with his dead wife again. I’m sorry, but this is not healthy. I wouldn’t make a big deal of it, except for the fact that a large number of anti-CSers had gone on mouth foaming rampages when Emma forgave and took Killian back after his brief stint as a Dark One, accusing her of forgetting about her son in favor of a man. But are they throwing a fit over Rumpelstiltskin seemingly ignoring Gideon’s existence to go on what is essentially a suicide mission? Did they make a peep when Snow volunteered herself for a heart split to resurrect Charming, even though doing so was risking not just her life, but the life of her unborn son as well? And if the heart split failed, then she would have once again made it so Emma wouldn’t have either parent in her life? Why does only Emma get flack for wanting to be with the man she loves when she has never once chosen Killian over Henry?

Rant aside, Gothel puts an end to the confrontation when she asks Rumpelstiltskin if he knew where Lucy was. Because apparently, while the two were arguing, Parallel Stepmother was able to approach Lucy after school, where she shows her the original Storybook, proving that everything Lucy had believed about curses and fairy tales was real. Lucy, not questioning how Parallel Stepmother managed to find the Storybook, and apparently forgetting Parallel Stepmother is supposed to be the bad guy, goes off with her. While they’re alone, Parallel Stepmother tells Lucy a rather slanted version of the story that was presented in the flashback. The way Parallel Stepmother sees it, she tried to be a hero and fight for her happy ending with her family, but instead lost it all. So now Parallel Stepmother believes there’s no such thing as happy endings, and she tries to enforce this viewpoint onto Lucy.

Okay, once again, I completely get where Parallel Stepmother is coming from. But at the same time, her logic is really warped. In a way, she’s very similar to Ingrid. Because Ingrid firmly believed that no one with the magical gene could ever be truly accepted by their family, and you could tell from her backstory why she thought that way. But the problem was, she kept trying to prove her stance to Elsa and Emma by either framing Elsa for hurting Not Marian or feeding on Emma’s insecurities from years of isolation. (Not to mention it was only Snow who seemed to react to Emma’s magical spike with fear and anger. Everyone else was simply worried about Emma.) In much the same way, Parallel Stepmother did kinda bring her misfortune on herself, by poisoning Cecilia in order to force her out of the picture. Cecilia did nothing to deserve that. She was shown as being nothing but kind and supportive to Blonde Rapunzel. Sure, I get how it might be upsetting to watch the man you married happy and in love with his new wife and all, and how it would feel to see your daughter push you away while latching onto the second wife. But wouldn’t the logical thing be for her to actually talk it out with Drizella? At least figure out why she doesn’t seem to be willing to reconnect. Because I don’t see how Young Drizella could have thought her mother loved Anastasia more than her back then. There was no reason whatsoever for Blonde Rapunzel to punish Cecilia for Drizella’s attitude.

I’m just saying, Blonde Rapunzel was just a bit too focused on getting a happy ending that matched her specific specification. That’s not how life works. Sometimes, you have to be willing to be adaptable. If your happy ending isn’t panning out the way you originally envisioned it, then perhaps it’s best to tweak it a bit. Because maybe the happy ending you pictured isn’t your true happy ending. Do you think I didn’t once believe my happy ending would involve me getting a job that was connected to my college degree and having a nice little apartment somewhere? Because, ten years later, I’m working a minimum wage retail job while still living in my parents’ house. Does that mean I’m supposed to just give up on my dreams of eventually getting a better life? Or does it mean that my happy ending is still on its way, and it’s simply not time for me to achieve it?

In any event, Parallel Stepmother apparently manages to break Lucy’s spirit when she shows her a video clip of Jacinda kissing Nick. There was an earlier scene when Nick announced he had built up a strong enough case to ensure Jacinda could maintain full custody of Lucy, and in the heat of the moment, they kissed in celebration. But Jacinda quickly pulled away once she realized what she was doing. And then she returned to thinking about Henry, as evidenced by her smiling at the mix tape she’d made him. But the video Lucy saw only showed the kiss. The weird thing was, how did Parallel Stepmother know the kiss was going to happen? Because she apparently placed a hidden camera in Jacinda’s apartment earlier in the episode in order to catch it on video. Did Parallel Stepmother do something to engineer the kiss? It just seems a bit too convenient for it to be otherwise.

Regardless, the sight of her mother kissing the man Lucy knows is not her father, and the knowledge that Henry left town without a word to anyone, ends up crushing Lucy’s spirit, and she sheds a tear before running off. But this tear appears to be what Parallel Stepmother needed to revive Anastasia, which she is able to do successfully. Unfortunately, the moment Anastasia wakes up, Lucy instantly collapses, much to Jacinda’s alarm. Because the whole bit with Lucy’s life being the price for Anastasia’s revival apparently holds true. So it appears next episode is going to be running at a mile a minute. The weird thing is, based on the promo for the next episode, the reinforcement Regina went to find in San Francisco is going to be Zelena. I’m kinda wondering what Regina expects Zelena to do. Didn’t Zelena lose her magic at the end of S6? It all got absorbed into that Crimson Heart thing, didn’t it? So how’s she going to help in a fight against Gothel, Drizella and Parallel Stepmother? Unless Regina plans on having Zelena utilize her trademark car attack. Not gonna lie, I still get a chuckle from the mental image of Black Fairy being sent flying by Zelena’s green car.

So I have no idea what’s going to happen now. Obviously, Henry’s going to return after his impromptu road trip with Regina. And there’s no doubt he’s going to play a key role in reviving Lucy. Maybe that will start to show Parallel Stepmother that she was wrong about there being no such thing as a happy ending, and the only problem was that she just gave up too quickly. I just really hope the curse that’s keeping everyone from remembering breaks next episode, too. Not only is it dragging on a bit too long for my taste, next episode is the winter finale. So if the episode ends with Lucy still unconscious and/or the curse still unbroken, I’m going to be so mad.

I’m also really wanting to see the final pieces of the puzzle. Such as when Henry and Parallel Ella were supposed to have conceived Lucy, especially considering she’s ten and Henry and the others don’t look much older than they were in the flashback segments. And why does Gothel want to find The Guardian? (Not to mention how she somehow knows about Belle, seeing as how she mentioned her during the episode. That was weird, as Belle died before Rumpelstiltskin set foot into Parallel Enchanted Forest. So how does Gothel know about Belle? I can’t see Rumpy casually mentioning her to anyone, can you?) Also, wasn’t Tiger Lily supposed to be a player in all of this? When does she enter the picture?

On a closing note, I want to address the angle with Rumpelstiltskin and Rogers/Wish Killian. This episode, we got a scene with Rogers confronting Weaver/Rumpy about the files he was keeping on everyone. Rumpelstiltskin ends up giving a vague answer, saying that everything he’s doing in Hyperion Heights is part of his plan to reunite with his wife, Belle. This ends up with making Rogers sympathetic to Rumpelstiltskin, which makes sense since he probably subconsciously remembers his plight as Wish Killian, and how he was separated from his daughter, Alice. But I’m starting to wonder if the show is leading up to Rumpelstiltskin and Wish Killian being friends once the curse breaks and Wish Killian regains his memories. Not sure I like the idea of them being friends. I think I prefer them as enemies, to be honest. Not that I’m saying I want Wish Killian to become hell-bent on killing Rumpelstiltskin or anything. Especially since his ire should be directed solely at Gothel at present. The thing that’s making me raise an eyebrow is Rumpelstiltskin himself. Does he know that the Killian he’s talking to isn’t Killian Prime? And is he even capable of letting go of his grudge against Killian? His actions during the Frozen arc and onward alone make me doubtful.

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#ouat 7x09 #blonde rapunzel #parallel!evil stepmother #drizella #anastasia #rumpelstiltskin #slightly anti rumpelstitskin #detective rogers #wish world!killian #jacinda #sabine #lucy mills #mother gothel

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takadasaiko · 7 years ago

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sorry if u already have 5 million prompts but if u don't mind one more how about #9 for bobo and wynonna just for kicks thank u

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Notes: No worries, anon! I got a lot of prompts off this fun little thing, but I’m working my way through them one by one. :)

Summary: Bobo has no idea what could have prompted Wynonna to ask him such a dangerous question. Future fic. Prompt #9: “Don’t ask me that”

Him or Them

“Something’s been bugging me.”

Bobo turned from his perch on Deputy Marshal Dolls’ desk, his feet propped in the currently - absent man’s chair as he waited for Waverly and Jeremy to finish the search they were conducting on the computer. He hated the waiting, but sometimes there just wasn’t any way around it. “Just one thing?” he drawled, glancing around at at Wynonna.

She motioned to his seat he’d chosen. “Dolls doesn’t have a hat to steal so it’s his desk, huh?”

The Revenant smirked. “That does get under Holliday’s skin, doesn’t it?”

“You don’t have to listen to him complain about it,” the Earp Heir groused. “But you’ll hear Dolls when he finds boot prints on his leather chair.”

“I’m terrified,” Bobo grumbled, rolling his eyes a little as he did. “That’s what’s been taking over your thoughts?”

Wynonna blinked, as if startled back to her original thought process. “No.” She hopped on the desk with him and Bobo watched her carefully from the corner of his eye. She frowned a little and Bobo resisted the urge to sigh. For being tied much closer to the passing of time, mortals sure wasted a lot of it. “You know, I’m just going to come on out and ask.”

“Please do,” he huffed.

“Have you ever been directly responsible for one of the Heirs’ deaths?”

Bobo Del Rey blinked. He’d seen and heard enough that it was tough to catch him by surprise, but if all the questions he might have predicted to roll off her tongue, that hadn’t even made this list.

He narrowed his eyes a little. “Don’t ask me that.”

“Just did, and from your answer I’d say at least one.”

Blue eyes slid closed and their owner drew in a deep breath. What could possibly have possessed Wynonna to ask that of all things? Didn’t this alliance rest on shaky enough ground as it was without digging up some of the worst possible things? He didn’t look for new reasons to hate her, she shouldn’t look for new reasons to hate him. Simple. Or at least it should have been.

“Which one was it?”

“Really?” Bobo snapped and Wynonna quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Josiah or Edwin? Or both?” She shot him a pointed look and motioned to Jeremy and Waverly. “They’re not going to be done for a while, and unless you’ve suddenly developed computer skills….”

He snorted. “I know how to use one.”

“Uhhuh. Sure.” There was a long stretch and she leaned back as if settling in. She wasn’t going to let this go until he gave her something. Damn, she was stubborn. And far too much like Wyatt for either of their good.

Bobo shook his head, a low growl escaping him. “Edwin,” he said at last, the name slipping from his lips. He hadn’t spoken it in… years. He’d made himself a promise when he’d woken up on the floor of that church in 1929 after spending over forty years writhing in hell: he would never be the reason one of Wyatt’s descendants met their end. He wouldn’t let Clootie win like that. It had been a lofty goal born out of a desperation to find and hold onto anything from his former life, and one that he’d held onto through Josiah. He’d known the man, even liked him. Josiah had certainly known the name Robert Svane and at that point in time Bobo had still resembled the Heir’s father’s friend in some capacity. Bobo had been fighting his war with Lou when the Seven strung Josiah up, and while a little guilt had tugged on him, he’d been surprised to find it hadn’t been as gut wrenching as he’d expected.

Then there had been a stretch of silence. Those that Josiah had put down with Peacemaker wouldn’t rise until the next Heir came of age and Lou had been cast out of the little town, Robert - called Bobo by then, the name that he’d been given by his visiting angel once long before - reigning over them. There was… peace, of a kind, even as Edwin was already stirring. He hadn’t been of age yet, though, so Bobo had been foolish enough to think he wasn’t a threat.

The would-be Heir gathered support, though, from an organization called Black Badge. They were government and as Bobo heard the stirrings closer and closer to Edwin’s twenty-seventh birthday, he approached him. He’d known his father. He’d known his grandfather. He was willing to keep peace between an Earp and the Revenants, keeping them occupied and distracted from the bloodlust bolstered by hell’s own fires. He’d done it under Josiah and now that he had control over them without Lou to rile them, a true accord could be struck. Edwin had struck it.

And then Edwin had turned twenty-seven.

Bobo had reeled under Edwin’s tenure as Heir. Eleven months. That’s all he’d been there, and the Revenant leader had spent the first six trying to reason. He gave him the benefit of the doubt as Wyatt’s grandson, but the sway he had had with Josiah didn’t translate to Edwin. Yes, he met with Bobo. Yes, he spoke with him and discussed, but he was responsible to more than just his own destiny, the young Heir had explained.

Ten months into it Bobo finally decided that Black Badge didn’t run Edwin at all. Edwin was calling the shots and playing Bobo for a damned fool.

The Revenants had been in near revolt. Edwin had downed too many of them. They wouldn’t be driven from their home and outside the town, that much was conceded between them. Where Josiah had been more reasonable in the ones he took out - aiming for the worst of the worst and those that came after him and his family - Edwin lashed out at every creature whose eyes glowed red when confronted with Peacemaker. He was ambitious. He was dangerous. It was him or them, and it wouldn’t be them.

Controlling a group of outlaws was difficult on a good day, but in the eleven months that Edwin Earp was Heir, Bobo nearly let it slip. He nearly let his love for Wyatt Earp - somehow lasting through the fires and all the betrayal he felt - end him dangling at the end of a noose same as Edwin. It was him or them, and he was their leader. Four of the Seven that had hunted down Josiah were still topside at that point. They rallied enough support from those that were left that if Bobo wanted to have any standing at the end of this, if he wanted to retain any control, he’d give the word to set them after Edwin and end this.

That damned promise rattled around in his head though. The same one he’d made himself when he’d first discovered that Constance Clootie had been right. He was a demon, but he’d hoped that that didn’t mean he had to lose himself entirely to this curse. He had a deal with Edwin. They had shook on it, and a man’s word was all he had.

He called a meeting with the ambitious Heir. Neutral ground, no weapons. That had been the deal. Bobo had met him in a field so that they could speak man to man. He had a wife, a son, people he cared about. There was plenty of leverage there, all he needed to do was apply the appropriate pressure. He’d always been good with words.

The shot had come from the hills just after he and Edwin had met. It wasn’t from Peacemaker, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt. The bullet dug deep, striking him in the upper back and pitching him forward with its force. Edwin had caught him, his grandfather’s gun in his hand and it had glowed dangerously as he raised it. “I am doing this for my family,” he had told Bobo.

There was a rage that came as part of the oh-so-lovely package deal of demondom. It burned as hot as hell’s flames at times and could drive a Revenant to do terrible things. Bobo never let his get out of control. He was careful that way, but in that moment he’d reached out, his powers extended to grab ahold of Peacemaker and fling it to the side. The cries in the hills told him that Edwin’s little sniper was being dispatched and Bobo leapt on the Heir himself, slamming him hard into the ground and he had felt the brand on his back burning.

Edwin looked like Wyatt. It was the eyes, he reckoned. Maybe in the lines around his mouth a bit too, but he didn’t act like him.

Bobo’s hands had closed around Edwin’s throat and the Heir had clawed desperately at him, coughing and sputtering at the force applied. Those eyes so like Wyatt’s had widened almost as if Bobo had somehow betrayed him. Funny. Edwin had been the one to ambush him. The Revenant had hoped to avoid this.

The Heir went still beneath him after a time and Bobo finally released him, sitting back and feeling the tug of the bullet wound in his back. It hurt, but it would heal. He had waved the approaching idiots off from the gun and told them to dispose of the body. What was left of the Seven strung up Edwin Earp and Levi photographed their prize.

“Well?”

Wynonna’s voice cut through the memory like a blade and Bobo blinked hard, brought back to the present, finding the current Earp staring at him expectedly. “He shot me in the back so I had him strung up,” Bobo said at last. It was mostly true. The girl didn’t need details.

“You had him hanged?”

“He was dead long before he got the rope.”

Wynonna loosed a breath. “Did my daddy know? That you killed his father?”

Bobo looked at her. “Do you think he would have worked with me if he did?”

“No,” she answered slowly. “So why tell me?”

That was the question wasn’t it? She wasn’t like her father. No, Wynonna was much more Wyatt than she was Ward. She knew the stakes. She understood that they couldn’t play by the rules Clootie had set if they really wanted to win.

He sighed. “Because despite what life’s taught me… I trust you, Wynonna Earp.”

Of all the answers he could have given, that was the one he hated the most. Mostly because it was true. He’d never learned his lesson that trusting an Earp could only cause him pain. Here he was all over again.

Bobo rocked forward, kicking the chair out and standing. Wynonna didn’t say anything as he mumbled something about needing a smoke and to get him when they had the location Waverly and Jeremy were searching for, but he felt her gaze follow him until he rounded out of her line of sight.

Notes: Writing this I realized we’ve only had Five Heirs including Wynonna: Josiah, Edwin, Ward, Willa, and Wynonna. The more I think about it, the more I’m convinced that Bobo had survived them all until Wynonna.

#Wynonna Earp #Bobo Del Rey #Wynonna Earp fanfiction #Fallen Series #Anonymous

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writesailingdreams · 7 years ago

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Nami: a character reflection

(if I think of a better title, I’ll change it, but...I can’t think of anything clever.)

I’m not quite sure what I have to say. All I can think of is how, when she first appeared in the manga (and the anime, too, I guess, but I seem to recall that less), she was the type of character I found interesting. She was a thief but was still framed as good through her dislike of pirates, her plot to rob from pirates, and her refusal to blow Luffy to smithereens. It has a bit of the-Aladdin-character-type. Not in a literal way, since he wasn’t a thief, but the “I steal and I’m a good person” tone is similar.

But more on the point of Nami, her being on Arlong’s crew was the first real surprise I had in One Piece. And to this day, I still treasure a lot from her backstory. Not the tragedy of it; that’s sad. But what Belle-mère said to Nami and Nojiko sometime prior to her death.

“‘Don’t ever lose to anyone!! Girls have to be strong too!! And whatever happens don’t curse the age you were born into!! Don’t worry about what anyone say!!’” (G.N. 9, 150-1).

And that sentiment still sits there, in the bedrock of my mind.

Some other things I like about Nami is her refusal to be “good,” her abrasiveness, and her willingness to express her opinion and speak her mind. (Also, her sense of preservation, combined with her cleverness. I don’t know if she gets enough credit for being one of the few Straw Hats, other than Usopp or Robin, who can be sneaky or playact to others. I’m thinking of Skypeia and Enel in this instance.)

I wonder if some of those traits are what makes Jasmine so popular: being strong-willed and outspoken. Actually now that I’m thinking of it, they share this intriguing trait of aggressiveness (or being outspoken) with a tendency toward the finer things and fashion.

What’s additionally interesting to me about this Nami--Jasmine connection I literally realized when I was writing this, is that I have an OC who originated from Jasmine who is strongly tied to the weather and wind. Which is another strong aspect of Nami’s character I love. Not only her awesome skills as a navigator, but just the way I associate with her weather and witches. (Oh, and my OC and Nami, coincidentally, have the same birthday.)

And in a way, I like how Nami doesn’t mind being seen as a “bad woman,” her fight with Kalifa standing out to me as an example. It’s not that she wants to be hunted as a criminal (in the context of “bad” as outlaw), but she doesn’t mind upending society conventions by being herself. If that’s not what society considers good, then that’s society’s problem, not her’s.

And I guess, it’s her uncompromising will and skillsets that makes me continue to love her as a character as much as I still do.

(Also, I like how she’s isn’t a fighter. That is, her skillsets aren’t fighting-based. But when she does fight, she’s one of the more destructive ones, and has, I recall, on occasion, (unintentionally) blasted her comrades along with her enemies.)

Works Cited: Oda, Eiichiro. One Piece. Trans. Naoko Amemiya. GN 9 (Dec 2005): 150-1.

#20yearsatsea #nami #one piece #20th anniversary #op birthday #wsd thoughts #op manga #belle-mère #east blue saga #skypeia arc #arlong arc #enies lobby arc #jasmine #aladdin #original character #my dreams: jasmine

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trickstercaptain-archive · 8 years ago

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REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. RULES. repost, don’t reblog ! tag 10 ! good luck ! TAGGED. @murroyilodel TAGGING. @donapirata, @thecodekeeper, @twisted-but-pretty, @piraticalwit, @invictusmanet, @lordiism & anyone else who’d like to do this, go right ahead -- don’t feel like you have to do this though lmao

BASICS. FULL NAME : Captain Jack Sparrow NICKNAME : Jackie, witty Jack, mi corazón, captain looby AGE : 38 in his main verse BIRTHDAY : 6th August ETHNIC GROUP : Caucasian ( English, but with Spanish heritage ) NATIONALITY : English LANGUAGE / S : English, Spanish, French, some Portuguese, Latin and others SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Demiromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Single & lowkey married to his ship unless specified otherwise in a particular verse CLASS : An outlaw, exists outside the class structure completely but if you had to place him, he’s certainly lower class HOME TOWN / AREA : Shipwreck Cove, somewhere in the South Atlantic ( legend says the island moves ) CURRENT HOME : On board the Black Pearl, anywhere in the entire ocean PROFESSION : Pirate Captain

PHYSICAL. HAIR : Thick, extends to his mid-back, is virtually always tied back with his favourite red bandana and braided at the back. All sorts of small trinkets are tied into it, including a shinbone from a reindeer. EYES : Large, dark eyes with long lashes. Easily one of his most defining features, and he takes to emphasising them even more with the use of kohl to help the reflection of the sun off of the sea. NOSE : Straight, slightly arched; a defining feature but not obnoxiously so save in that one scene FACE : An undeniably pretty face, with his sharp cheekbones as his most striking feature LIPS : Fairly full lips, another particularly expressive feature of his face COMPLEXION : He usually has a very glowing complexion thanks to his deep tan, but depending on lack of sleep or stress etc, he’s sometimes forced to use the kohl to hide the circles under his eyes. He’s always slightly paler when he’s particularly stressed or hasn’t been sleeping well. BLEMISHES : An abrasion on his chin that has never healed, the odd freckle and mole here and there. SCARS : A small scar across his right eyebrow from a sword nick during a fight, the ‘P’ brand on his forearm, extensive burns along his left arm, scar on his right palm from lifting the Aztec curse, two powder burns from bullet wounds on the right-hand side of his chest, several other marks across his torso and back. TATTOOS : Flying sparrow over waves on his forearm, above his brand, mi corazón tattooed across the left hand side of his chest, several others inc. quotations from the poem Desiderata HEIGHT : 5′10″. WEIGHT : --- BUILD : Average build; toned but lean. FEATURES : Very striking features -- in particular his eyes, especially when lined with kohl, and his sharp cheekbones. ALLERGIES : None. USUAL HAIR STYLE : Dreadlocks at the front, with the rest of his hair tied back by a bandana, and part of it contained in a braid extending down his back. USUAL FACE LOOK : Jack’s face is extremely expressive; his eyes in particular will often betray any emotion that he is fighting to conceal from view, but his usual expression will depend entirely on his mood and his opinion of any present company. You’ll know if he’s in a bad mood: his face is harder, more inclined towards annoyance or boredom, but for several individuals close to him this harshness will soften whenever he’s in their presence. USUAL CLOTHING : His ‘iconic’ look; tricorn hat, red bandana, shirt, waistcoat, brown coat, belts, striped sash, breeches, boots. He prefers loose-fitted clothing given the climate of the Caribbean, despite it’s so-called impropriety, and has a sentimental attachment to his outfit which means that he’s reluctant to trade any of it in for anything newer.

PSYCHOLOGY. FEAR / S : Being forgotten, death, abandonment, betrayal, rejection, fire, failure, not being good enough. ASPIRATION / S : In canon, his goal from a very young age was to become a famous pirate captain, to earn a title for himself and, most of all, to be remembered and to matter to people. Once he gains his captaincy, his goal shifts to solely being that of bolstering his own reputation, to make sure that after his death he won’t ever be forgotten. POSITIVE TRAITS : Openminded, unprejudiced, has the potential to display incredible selflessness and compassion, intelligent, flirtatious, witty, well-read, charming, merciful, ambitious, individualist, opinionated. NEGATIVE TRAITS : Distrustful, manipulative, paranoid, self-serving, egocentric, can be emotionally cold and distant, obsessive, unreliable, chaotic, unpredictable, moody, inclined towards cowardice. MBTI : ENTP ZODIAC : Leo TEMPERAMENT : Somewhere between sanguine and melancholic. SOUL TYPE / S : Leader ANIMALS : Sea lion VICE HABIT / S : His fondness for rum is probably the main one, along with his penchant for overindulging of all kinds. He leans towards an addictive, obsessive personality so he rarely does things by halves. FAITH : He doesn’t count himself as religious, so he holds no faith to nor does he worship any particular God, but from his exposure to heathen Gods and understanding of the Classics ( the Greek and Roman Gods ), Jack can certainly be understood as polytheist even if he’s sceptical towards the idea of religion. If he had to identify as one, however, he’d be of the protestant faith. GHOSTS ? : Jack has seen ghosts so, yes, he believes in them. AFTERLIFE ? : I think Jack likes to believe that there is some sort of afterlife, but after his experiences in the Locker he’d a little less sure if he wants it to exist. REINCARNATION ? : Jack is pretty sceptical on this one tbh. ALIENS ? : In canon and modern Jack is certainly open-minded to the idea, but it’s only really in verses with the Doctor that he actually believes in them. POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : Jack is certainly a liberal in both canon and modern, but in modern I guess he’d lean towards the labour party in the UK -- but honestly I feel like he’d be very cynical of the political establishment as a whole. ECONOMIC PREFERENCE : In canon his financial situation is pretty dire. It’s not that he doesn’t earn money, either crewing on other ships or, after he gains his captaincy, on his own ship, but he’s terrible at managing it. His situation is a lot better in modern verse -- he has money enough to support himself and live in his own apartment ( albeit with Gibbs as a roommate ), but he often teeters on the edge of his overdraft. SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION : A pariah and outcast of society in canon, but in modern verse he’s a regular citizen of the UK ( although also a criminal ). EDUCATION LEVEL : Jack is educated in canon, though not formally ( most of it was self-taught but a fair amount came from his parents, such as his literacy from his mother and a lot of his navigational prowess from Teague ). In modern, Jack is educated to secondary/high school level but did not go on to university level education except in his professor AU.

FAMILY. FATHER : Captain Edward Teague, the Keeper of the Pirate’s Code. MOTHER : Maria Sparrow, a daughter of a slave-owner who ran away from home and eventually joined Teague’s crew as a ship’s cook. She gave birth to Jack in a typhoon, and died of illness ( complications caused by her second pregnancy ) when he was seven years old. SIBLINGS : Technically speaking Jack has none, save an unborn sister who died alongside his mother. To this day he has no idea that his mother was pregnant before she died. EXTENDED FAMILY : Oh he has so many that I’m not gonna name them all. The most important are his paternal grandmother, Anne Teague, a former Pirate Lord, and his paternal grandfather, Bartholomew, who was one of the individuals who laid down the Code. NAME MEANING / S : Jack is a diminutive form of John, and just means man or boy lmfao HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : Umm well Jack isn’t strictly based on any pirate of history, although there are connections you can draw between Jack and the historical Jack Rackham, if only for the name and the fact that Jack also has no issue about sailing alongside women. I’ve also read somewhere that there’s a muslim pirate with a connection to Jack but don’t quote me on that. Mainly he’s a character who draws heavily on the romantic archetype of the pirate through history -- his clearest literary predecessor, however, is Lord Byron’s Conrad.

FAVOURITES. BOOK : My Lyfe Among the Pyrates, Captain J. Ward, the Divine Comedy, Dante, Hamlet, Shakespeare, Robinson Crusoe, Daniel Defoe. MOVIE : In modern verse, Jack is a fan of adventure flicks, and notoriously hates romcoms. 5 SONGS : I’m just gonna cheat and put this one. Spanish Ladies is another, if we’re talking historical sea shanties, and while it’s an anachronism you might as well put Stevenson’s fifteen men on a dead man’s chest too. DEITY : None, although he was close to Calypso, albeit without knowing that she was a goddess in human form. HOLIDAY : Jack notoriously dislikes holidays. He rarely celebrates his birthday or Christmas of his own accord and is ambivalent towards Valentine’s or Halloween. One that he does enjoy is probably New Years. MONTH : July SEASON : Summer PLACE : Tortuga WEATHER : Sun and clear skies is his preferred sort of weather, but he does love a good storm too. SOUND : The sea, the wind filling the Pearl’s sails, the creaking of her wood, sea shanties and musical instruments being played on board. SCENT / S : Spices, sugar, rum, salt of the sea, gunpowder, fresh varnish and tar. TASTE / S : Fresh meat and fish, rum, anything sweet in flavour. FEEL / S : The wood of the Pearl’s railing beneath his fingers, the thin, loose fabric of his clothing, parchment and unfurled maps. ANIMAL / S : Dogs if he had to choose any at all. NUMBER : None. COLOUR : None in particular. The brighter the colour, the better.

EXTRA. TALENTS : Navigation, cartographical skills, shipboard work, aiming and firing a gun, fencing, thinking on his feet, impractical escapes, manipulating others to his advantage, swimming, fishing. BAD AT : Trusting the right people, or trusting at all when it comes to his later verses, and this refusal to put faith in people only serves to perpetuate the view that he is unreliable and untrustworthy and therefore worth betraying before he betrays you in return. He’s also shit at romance and sentimentality; he can put forth the effort when he doesn’t really care for the other person, but when it comes to romantic gestures for someone he truly cares about or reacting to a romantic gesture in return, he honestly does not know how to respond. TURN ONS : Intelligence, a shared love of freedom, charisma, appearance, strong opinions and convictions, loyalty, individuality, strength of character, cockiness. TURN OFFS : Ignorance, stupidity, prejudice, willingness to conform or fit the mould, passivity, disloyalty. HOBBIES : He enjoys swimming, fencing, gambling, reading and fishing, aside from his first love, that of sailing and navigation. TROPES : The obvious two are the trickster and the byronic hero, but also being good sucks, beware the silly ones, breakout character, the chessmaster, cultured badass, deal with the devil, the gunslinger, hidden depths, no such thing as bad publicity, pretty boy and shrouded in myth are my faves. his entire tv tropes page can be found here and it’s glorious AESTHETIC TAGS : -- GPOY QUOTES : “There is no end to our story.”

FC INFO. MAIN FC / S : Johnny Depp. ALT FC / S : None. OLDER FC / S : None. YOUNGER FC / S : none yet lmfao the search for a child fc continues VOICE CLAIM / S : Johnny Depp GENDERBENT FC / S : None.

MUN QUESTIONS. Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ? A1 : It would be a film adaptation of The Price of Freedom l b r. It would probably have to be streamlined for runtime purposes, but all of the important parts would be there B) Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ? A2 : insert the potc soundtrack here Q3 : why did you start writing this character ? A3 : Because Jack Sparrow has held an incredibly important place in my heart since I was eleven years old. He was really the first live-action character I properly connected with, my first on-screen crush, and idk there was just something about him that really appealed to me. He’s also just an insane amount of fun; I know how Johnny feels honestly the chance to write this character is a ridiculous amount of fun because he’s just so shamelessly himself. Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ? A4 : Gosh idk man everything. He was just so different to anything I’d ever seen before, and when I was younger I obviously loved the funnier, comic aspects of his character, but as I got older I began to appreciate the insane amount of depth that Jack possesses. He is one of the most complicated characters in modern cinema imho and both the writing and Johnny’s portrayal make him so very human. He is not without fault, but behind the bluster and flamboyance and sass there is a very damaged, very real, but ultimately very good person. He’s just connected with me in a way that no other fictional character really has. Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5 : Hmmm I’m not sure there’s anything I dislike about Jack, per se, but I guess certain traits of his frustrate me. Most of the time it’s his refusal to trust or depend on others; he’s very closed-off so if anyone tries to broach significant subjects with him he will deflect like there’s no tomorrow. Also his restraint; honestly the amount of times I have wanted to see him let rip at certain muses but he will refuse to because he sees the expression of emotion as such a weakness. Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ? A6 : We’re very different, but I think there are some core characteristics we share. Similar things appeal to us, particularly when it comes to our enjoying witty banter and repartee with others. We’re both opinionated, have very similar senses of humour, are sometimes petty, bitter and we both hold grudges like there’s no tomorrow. Our arguing styles are also very similar, although Jack gets into arguments way more often than I do lmao. We’re both quite rationally minded people, but we also have a very emotional and compassionate side too. Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ? A7 : He thinks I’m incredibly dull lmfao Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ? A8 : Oh damn who doesn’t he have interesting interactions with. Off the top of my head, Esmeralda de Sevilla, Elizabeth Swann, Cutler Beckett, Will Turner, James Norrington, Teague, Dodger, Barbossa, Charles Vane, Jack Rackham, the Tenth Doctor, Killian Jones, Isabela, Thomas Dalton, Maeve Millay, Megan Santiago, Credence Barebone, Henry Turner and there are others that I’ve surely forgotten too. Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ? A9 : All sorts of things really. Listening to music helps, as well as watching fanvids on youtube and rereading through old threads. Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ? A10 : I have no idea because I did it over several days lmao

#;plays things closer to the vest now ( headcanon. )#;not all treasure is silver and gold ( save tag. )#this is like a full and comprehensive guide to his character lmfao #his tv tropes page is the BEST though

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Table 1 1. Air. 2. Earth. 3. Fire. 4. Water. 5. Spirit. 6. Alone. 7. Babble.

8. Blood. 9. Candles. 10. Cat. 11. Claim. 12. Content. 13. Dance. 14. Daydreaming. 15. Devious. 16. First Date. 17. Ecstatic. 18. Enemies. 19. Family. 20. Friends. 21. Lovers. 22. Strangers. 23. First. 24. Last. 25. Forgive. 26. Gloomy. 27. Hairbrush. 28. Incense. 29. Hours. 30. Interest. 31. Kinky. 32. Legend. 33. Eternal. 34. Making Dinner. 35. Moon. 36. Sun. 37. Mortality. 38. Sin. 39. Virtue. 40. Phoenix. 41. Pounce. 42. Road Trip. 43. Shooting Star. 44. Sick. 45. Time. 46. Silence. 47. Sleeping In. 48. Surprised. 49. Temper. 50. Woods. 51. Autumn. 52. Spring. 53. Summer. 54. Winter. 55. Amused. 56. Balance. 57. Betrayal. 58. Bunnies. 59. Cemetery. 60. Chocolate. 61. Cranky. 62. Curious. 63. Decisions. 64. Destiny. 65. First Glance. 66. Love. 67. Lust. 68. Energetic. 69. Famous. 70. Fight. 71. Flame. 72. Found. 73. Lost. 74. Frustrated. 75. Giggly. 76. Gun. 77. Knife. 78. Heartache. 79. Justice. 80. Leather. 81. Education. 82. Lessons. 83. School. 84. Teacher. 85. Encounter. 86. Naughty. 87. Monsters. 88. Movie Night. 89. Need. 90. Otherworld. 91. Peaceful. 92. Promise. 93. Ritual. 94. Silk Sheets. 95. Sinful. 96. Skating. 97. Years. 98. Space. 99. Toys. 100. Watching the Clock.

Table 2 1. Birth. 2. Death. 3. Angry. 4. Awake. 5. Ball. 6. Books. 7. Bound. 8. Butterfly. 9. Champagne. 10. Choice. 11. Confused. 12. Curse. 13. Dawn. 14. Dusk. 15. Midnight. 16. Universe. 17. First Kiss. 18. Embarrassed. 19. Exhausted. 20. Fireflies. 21. Flirty. 22. Ghost. 23. Gold. 24. Silver. 25. Intimidated. 26. Happy. 27. Hero. 28. Villain. 29. Lonely. 30. Love Letters. 31. Messenger. 32. Mischievous. 33. Moment. 34. Months. 35. Music. 36. Nature. 37. Nostalgic. 38. Poison. 39. Predatory. 40. Restless. 41. Sphinx. 42. Sunrise. 43. Sunset. 44. Runaway. 45. Shadow. 46. Sleep. 47. Spanking. 48. Thankful. 49. Treasure. 50. Vulnerable. 51. Blind. 52. Deaf. 53. Mute. 54. Aroused. 55. Beach. 56. Bored. 57. Cage. 58. Carriage. 59. Chance. 60. Coffee. 61. Crazy. 62. Cynical. 63. Danger. 64. Day. 65. Night. 66. Divine. 67. First Time. 68. Emergency Room. 69. Envious. 70. Excited. 71. Fantasy. 72. Stolen moments. 73. Freak. 74. Freedom. 75. Grumpy. 76. Future. 77. Present. 78. Past. 79. Impressed. 80. Joker. 81. King. 82. Queen. 83. Moonlight. 84. Starlight. 85. Sunshine. 86. Map. 87. Playful. 88. Moody. 89. Morality. 90. Mouse. 91. Mutiny. 92. Picnic. 93. Restraints. 94. Sacrifice. 95. Sky. 96. Soul. 97. Submissive. 98. Treachery. 99. Weird. 100. Whipped Cream.

Table 3 1. Birthday. 2. Christmas. 3. New Year. 4. Solstice. 5. Thanksgiving. 6. Belief. 7. Bouncy. 8. Campfire. 9. City. 10. Country. 11. Cold. 12. Hot. 13. Warm. 14. Costumes. 15. Creative. 16. Determined. 17. Dog. 18. Dream. 19. Nightmare. 20. First Love. 21. Forever. 22. Flying. 23. Healing. 24. Innocence. 25. Guilt. 26. Feel. 27. Sight. 28. Sound. 29. Taste. 30. Touch. 31. Sixth Sense. 32. Hopeful. 33. Jealous. 34. Magic. 35. Massage Oil. 36. Meeting the family. 37. Animal. 38. Rain. 39. Rainbow. 40. Snow. 41. Storm. 42. Wind. 43. Enthralled. 44. Anonymous. 45. Romantic. 46. Scared. 47. Life. 48. Weeks. 49. Tattoo. 50. Vengeance. 51. Sunset 52. Dawn 53. Candlelight 54. Moonlight 55. Firelight 56. New Year 57. Kiss 58. First Sight 59. First Date 60. Picnic 61. Wedding 62. Wooing 63. Dancing 64. Honeymoon 65. Love Letter 66. Blind Date 67. Content. 68. Daydreaming 69. Snuggle 70. Lie In 71. Surprise 72. Gift 73. Forgiveness 74. Snowed In 75. Beach 76. Sick 77. Movie 78. Dinner 79. Promise 80. Forever 81. Heartache 82. Flirtation 83. Secret 84. Stolen Moments 85. Betrayal 86. Poetry. 87. Chocolate. 88. Champagne. 89. Secret Admirer. 90. Cigarettes. 91. Paris. 92. Rome. 93. Art. 94. Celebration. 95. Jewellery. 96. Second Chance. 97. Reunited . 98. Rose 99. Soul Mate. 100. Destiny.

Table 4 1. Arabia. 2. Greece 3. Japan. 4. Rome. 5. Russia. 6. Alchemist. 7. Bodyguard. 8. Caveman. 9. Concubine. 10. Criminal. 11. Explorer. 12. Hunter. 13. Merchant. 14. Native. 15. Nomad. 16. Pirate. 17. Priest. 18. Royalty. 19. Scholar. 20. Sheik. 21. Sheriff. 22. Warrior. 23. Castle. 24. City. 25. Desert. 26. Jungle. 27. Market Place. 28. Museum. 29. Palace. 30. Sea. 31. Slave Auction. 32. Snow. 33. Colonial. 34. Depression. 35. Gold Rush. 36. Industrial Age. 37. Jazz Age. 38. Wartime. 39. Clan. 40. Conquest. 41. Gun. 42. Hawk. 43. Music. 44. Oracle. 45. Plague. 46. Sacrifice. 47. Stage. 48. Sword. 49. Tribe. 50. Wealth. 51. Moon. 52. Sun. 53. Stars. 54. Fire. 55. Earth. 56. Water. 57. Air. 58. Spirit. 59. Magic. 60. Ritual. 61. Dragon. 62. Fairies. 63. Storm. 64. Royalty. 65. Curse. 66. Quest. 67. Otherworld. 68. Mirror. 69. Time. 70. Witch/Wizard. 71. Priest. 72. Angel. 73. Afterlife. 74. Exotic. 75. Destiny. 76. Riddle. 77. Dungeon. 78. Alchemy. 79. Gold. 80. Rainbow. 81. Underwater. 82. Flight. 83. Changeling. 84. Shapeshifter. 85. Map. 86. Secret. 87. Treasure. 88. God/dess. 89. Scroll. 90. Legend. 91. Elf. 92. Dwarf. 93. Demon. 94. Genie. 95. Wish. 96. Miracle. 97. Magic Carpet. 98. Eternity. 99. Wicked Stepmother. 100. Hero.

Table 5 1. Space. 2. Ship. 3. Blaster. 4. Frontier World. 5. Alien. 6. Space Station. 7. Travel . 8. Laser. 9. Creature . 10. Oxygen. 11. First Contact. 12. Chart. 13. Computer . 14. Hologram. 15. A.I. 16. War. 17. Peace. 18. Mutant. 19. Evolution. 20. Telepathy. 21. Telekinesis. 22. Superpowers. 23. Android. 24. Three Laws of Robotics. 25. Smugglers. 26. Galactic Council. 27. Genius. 28. Science. 29. Xenobiology. 30. Fighter Pilot. 31. Alternate Dimension. 32. Mad Scientist. 33. Steampunk. 34. Rocket. 35. Time Travel . 36. Colonist. 37. Suspended Animation 38. Cyberpunk. 39. Genetics. 40. Lost. 41. Exploration. 42. Last Human. 43. Invasion. 44. Mothership. 45. Robot. 46. Superhuman. 47. Virtual Reality. 48. Hacker. 49. Future 50. Hybrid. 51. Kinky. 52. Toys. 53. Leather. 54. Silk. 55. Drag 56. Orgy. 57. Whipped Cream. 58. Dark Alley. 59. Virgin. 60. Slut. 61. Whips and Chains. 62. Bondage. 63. Master. 64. Slave . 65. Touch. 66. Taste. 67. Smell. 68. Sight. 69. Hearing. 70. Stripper. 71. Role Play. 72. Champagne. 73. Masturbate. 74. Candles . 75. Blindfold. 76. Lust. 77. Love. 78. Voyeur. 79. Exhibitionist. 80. Open Air. 81. Seduction. 82. Oil. 83. Costumes. 84. Paying for Sex. 85. One Night Stand. 86. Tattoo. 87. Piercing. 88. Porn . 89. Body Paint. 90. Dance. 91. Las Vegas. 92. Amsterdam. 93. Art. 94. Ecstasy. 95. Handcuffs. 96. Erection. 97. Nipple. 98. Ring. 99. Ice Cube. 100. Gag.

Table 6 1. Oil Lamp. 2. Royalty. 3. Knight. 4. Sheik. 5. Pirates. 6. Emperor. 7. Pyramids. 8. Barbarians. 9. Furs. 10. Nobility. 11. Peasant. 12. Slavery. 13. Feudal. 14. Castle. 15. Battle . 16. Monk. 17. Carriage. 18. Swords. 19. Priest. 20. Sacrifice. 21. Treason. 22. Dungeon. 23. Quest . 24. Assassin. 25. President. 26. Rebellion. 27. Revolution . 28. Savage. 29. Native. 30. Law. 31. Court . 32. Caveman. 33. Dodo. 34. Smugglers. 35. Exploration. 36. Nomad. 37. Trade. 38. Depression. 39. Gangster. 40. Bard. 41. Arranged Marriage. 42. Army. 43. Navy. 44. Air Force. 45. Lord/Lady. 46. Chieftain. 47. Kidnap. 48. Mead. 49. Samurai. 50. Colonist. 51. Cowboy. 52. Horse . 53. Blacksmith. 54. Indian. 55. Desert. 56. Ranch. 57. Hat. 58. Boots. 59. Sheriff. 60. Posse. 61. Saloon. 62. Poker. 63. Dancing Girls. 64. Brothel. 65. Campfire. 66. Six shooter. 67. Duel. 68. Railroad. 69. Tracker. 70. Quack. 71. Preacher. 72. Snake Oil. 73. School Teacher. 74. Banker. 75. Outlaw. 76. Hold Up. 77. Civil War. 78. Reservation. 79. Beans. 80. Cattle. 81. Dust. 82. Wagon Train. 83. Frontier. 84. Jail. 85. Whisky. 86. Gambler. 87. Wolf. 88. Hawk. 89. Arrow. 90. Gold Mine. 91. Roam. 92. Corral. 93. Buffalo. 94. Gold Rush. 95. Rattle Snake. 96. Cactus. 97. Stagecoach. 98. Lynching. 99. Pony Express . 100. Telegraph.

Table 7 1. Private Eye. 2. Diamond. 3. Shadows. 4. Handcuffs. 5. Blackmail. 6. Prison. 7. Escape. 8. Arrest. 9. Gun. 10. Badge. 11. Magnifying Glass. 12. Clue. 13. Suspect. 14. Disappearance. 15. Discovery. 16. Victim. 17. Fingerprints. 18. Gloves. 19. Rope. 20. Consulting Detective. 21. Elementary. 22. Noir. 23. Poison. 24. Crime. 25. Punishment. 26. Hidden. 27. Deception. 28. Law. 29. Safe. 30. Code. 31. Spy. 32. Security. 33. Bribe. 34. Interrogation. 35. Accent. 36. Flee. 37. Scandal. 38. Femme Fatale. 39. Stiletto. 40. Swordcane. 41. Bloodhound. 42. Frame. 43. Adultery. 44. Client. 45. Body. 46. Defence. 47. Lawyer. 48. Money. 49. Conspiracy. 50. Forensics. 51. Werewolf. 52. Death. 53. Blood. 54. Slash. 55. Terror. 56. Escape. 57. Bind. 58. Victim. 59. Knife. 60. Rope. 61. Burn. 62. Scream. 63. Vendetta. 64. Revenge. 65. No Way Out. 66. Deception. 67. Greed. 68. Slow. 69. Gun. 70. Drown. 71. Murder. 72. Broken. 73. Bleeding. 74. Judge . 75. Jury. 76. Mummy. 77. Slayer. 78. Bury. 79. Secrets. 80. Pact. 81. Chemical. 82. Zombie. 83. Vampire. 84. Killer. 85. Monster. 86. Sinners. 87. Accident. 88. Cover-Up. 89. Psychological. 90. Dream. 91. Nightmare . 92. Cult. 93. Evil. 94. Beginning. 95. End. 96. Haunting. 97. Grudge. 98. Hell. 99. Dark. 100. Psycho.

Table 8 1. Teddy Bear. 2. Fairy Tale. 3. Imagination. 4. Once Upon a Time. 5. Kitten. 6. Puppy. 7. Family. 8. School. 9. Adventure. 10. Magic. 11. Tooth Fairy. 12. Toys. 13. Doll. 14. Birthday. 15. Balloons. 16. Playful. 17. Cookie. 18. Happily Ever After . 19. Prince/Princess. 20. Innocent. 21. Daydream . 22. Comics. 23. Superhero. 24. Dragon. 25. Let's Pretend . 26. Treehouse. 27. Candy. 28. Magic Carpet. 29. Santa. 30. Woods. 31. Dare. 32. Hide and Seek. 33. Cooties. 34. Pillow Fight. 35. Sleepover. 36. Fort. 37. Junk Food. 38. Cupcake. 39. Dressing Up. 40. Grown Up. 41. Clown. 42. Carousel. 43. Hopscotch. 44. Ball. 45. Jump Rope. 46. Fingerpaint. 47. Blocks. 48. Book . 49. Valentine. 50. Storytime. 51. Hours. 52. Days. 53. Weeks. 54. Months. 55. Years. 56. Friends . 57. Lovers. 58. Enemies. 59. Family. 60. Strangers. 61. Heart. 62. Diamond. 63. Club. 64. Spade. 65. Winter. 66. Spring. 67. Summer. 68. Autumn. 69. Rain . 70. Sun . 71. Storm. 72. Snow. 73. Wind. 74. Life. 75. Death. 76. Gold. 77. Silver . 78. Blind . 79. Deaf. 80. Mute. 81. Coffee. 82. Music. 83. Woods. 84. Beach. 85. Mountains. 86. Innocence 87. Guilt. 88. Freedom. 89. Travel . 90. School. 91. Past. 92. Present. 93. Future. 94. Work. 95. Home. 96. Football. 97. Car. 98. Motorbike . 99. Pet. 100. Gift.

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