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gwoongi · 6 years ago

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𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗈 𝖾𝗀𝗀 ♡ yoongi

𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗈 𝖾𝗀𝗀 min yoongi / reader genre: mafia + parent au, fluff words: 2907

“Good day?” you ask, pulling back from his neck with your arms still around him. Yoongi settles his hands just below your ribs and looks at you, sweetly pressing a kiss to your mouth. He doesn’t pull away too far, your hands threading in the hair above the back of his neck. “Better now.”

a/n: requested by @slowlyandrogynouskryptonite. thank you for requesting! still working on the other 2 :) if you have a request pls use my ask box + be mindful of my busy school + life schedule! request: Can i request a scenario with Taehyung, Yoongi, Jungkook or Jimin that the boys (they are very emotional) went to he’s house to visit his wife or girlfriend and his new born child. She is so tired (because of the recently birth) and he would be so protective and be complete in love with his family! Please make that the child is sleeping in his neck or somthing.

warnings: mentions of the mafia. title inspired by the finding nemo soundtrack.

“So what? I want those files on my desk by tomorrow morning, or else you’ll be out of a job and two legs short. Do you understand me?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, something out of a habit he picked up from his father when he was younger. Presumably something was being said on the phone that he didn’t like, something that very few men in Yoongi’s line of work could say and get away with saying. With a long overdue sigh, Yoongi lifted his arm up to the door of the car and stared at the passing scenery, at how the city smudged into flickers of light, twinkling silvers and burnt oranges, the distant burst of colour from fireworks for somebody’s birthday.

The call doesn’t last for much longer; he said what he had to and threatened who he needed to, finally tossing his phone across the leather interior of the black Audi. From the front seat, Pongo glanced in the rearview mirror and raised his eyebrows. Of course, his real name wasn’t Pongo; it was something of a safety precaution, a hidden identity because once you’re in the Fireflower Mafia of Daegu, you’re never really safe. Just like how Yoongi wasn’t the name he went by during work hours- to his members and his superiors, Min Yoongi was Agust, branded worldwide as Agust D, considering his brother in the Busan branch had adopted the awfully similar Agust B, dependant on location.

“Busy day at work, sir?” Pongo asks. He was old, aged around the eyes with cobwebbed wrinkles strung across his skin. Yoongi admired Pongo’s excessive record of hard work, never missing a day of driving him around like some rich kid, which, in theory, he was. He’d worked for it, debatably, but he was still rich. Comfortable, with a few zeros in the bank for his own pleasure and for-

“Yes,” Yoongi replies tiredly, because now that he’s safe and private in the company of Pongo, he was now Yoongi, Pongo now Jimong. “It’s alright now, though.”

Jimong makes a noise of agreement through closed and thin lips. “Couldn’t agree more, sir!”

“Any plans for this new year?” Yoongi asks conversationally. He knows that his house is coming soon, just past these dense woods and near the private estate, filled with houses he owned secretly, inhabited by people who didn’t know any better. He liked it better that way, it was easier that way. Rival gangs never came looking in unsuspecting suburbs, which is why it works.

“Oh,” Jimong replies, awfully surprised that Yoongi’s bothered to ask. “Oh, yes, sir! Me and the wife are going to the Maldives. Can you quite believe it? Saved some money between the two of us, and we’re finally getting to go. A couple bloody years late, I may add. Ha. Yourself?”

Yoongi smiles in passing, listening but also vacant in his own headspace. Any lingering worries pressing down have suddenly vanished, somehow shifted away as the car rolls up in the driveway of a house near the end of the cul de sac, not directly in the centre of the curve but a little to the right, out of the way. Inconspicuous.

“That sounds lovely,” Yoongi replies honestly with a smile to match. He likes Jimong, likes that he’s happy and getting to do things he previously couldn’t have afforded doing. “As for me...I’ll be spending it quietly. With my family.”

Jimong likes that greatly. He looks at Yoongi like he would his son, a victim of The River Dragon’s crime within Seoul where he had attended University. Behind those thick frames that made his eyes bulge like a fish, he blinked once or twice and nodded, as if approving.

“That’s the way to go,” Jimong laughed. The car pauses, halts forward slightly and Yoongi reaches to grab his phone off the seat before it slides. Before stepping out, he slides his blazer back over his arms and smiles once more at Jimong. He doesn’t expect a payment, but Yoongi always gives extra, slipping a few notes into his hands as money for the Maldives. He pulls open the car door and steps out, turning back to close it when Jimong winds down the window with a fatherly look. “Congratulations, by the way.”

Yoongi bows his head as thanks. He pulls back from the car and steps up onto the pavement and Jimong begins to drive away, the window safely back up and his flat cap twisted forwards, like a disguise, a costume for a fancy dress party. Like always, Yoongi waits until Jimong’s a bit further down the vein of the road before heading inside, taking no chances. Across the street, a neighbour smiles at Yoongi, unfazed by the bitter December wind as they stand wrapped in a cardigan, a cigarette balancing between two fingers with their head tilted up towards the stars. Yoongi acknowledges them, politely, because he can’t afford to make enemies anymore, and he steps backwards onto the grass of his front lawn and towards his front door, a sunflower yellow as promised.

Inside, it smells like humbugs, the faint smell of baby powder from the back bathroom. It’s two in the morning, the clock tells him so, and as quietly as he can muster, Yoongi kicks off his shoes and steps into slippers laid out for him. The kitchen light is still on, but nobody is up; Yoongi doesn’t like when you wait up for him. He likes to get home and unwind in his own way, pouring a mug of coffee and sitting out on the back door step, enjoying the silence that the neighbourhood provides. From where the house is, Yoongi can see the lights of the city but hear no sounds- there are no party cries, or loud sirens, or gunshots. He likes it here, with the sound of cicadas and reckless night birds, the neighbour’s hot tub bubbling with quiet laughter and clinks of wine glasses. He does just that- pours himself a coffee into an obnoxious mug with Iron Man’s face on it, and takes it out onto the back step.

The door pushes open slightly, the breeze smuggling in and blowing out a candle you must have lit before going to bed. He steps out to glance up at the back bedrooms, pleased as always by the sight of closed curtains and the golden nightlight in the room above the kitchen. Yoongi has some time to sit and drink his coffee, crack the discomfort out of his bones, for about three minutes, until a loud cry resonates through the house. Yoongi pauses for a moment, as if debating on what to do. Rising to his feet, Yoongi reaches to pull the door back and locks it when it’s closed. The coffee is too cold to drink, he must have left it to cool for too long and he tips it down the sink, running the evidence away and putting the cup on the windowsill. He hasn’t got the time to wash it up, as he steps out of the kitchen and towards the staircase.

Climbing, Yoongi yawns, feeling the tiredness falling into place like pieces of a puzzle. It was probably the warmth of the house that did it, in contrast to the December bite outside. Once he’s ascended to the top, he walks briskly down the corridor and past the master bedroom, instead heading towards the room above the kitchen, decorated with bees and flowers and a little sign made out of cardboard letters spelling “SUNHEE”. He smiles to himself and pushes the door open gently.

The room smells new, and faintly like piss and shit, the disinfectant smell of marshmallow from a candle lit above her dresser. Yoongi wants to scold the idea of a candle, but he knows it’s safe- it’s one of those candles safe for babies to smell, because he helped buy it, picked out the scent. In the crib, tangled with blankets, Min Sunhee wails for attention, her little feet smacking the air violently. Yoongi wastes no time moving to her crib and peering inside. From the bulge underneath her bum, it’s evident she’s soiled herself, like all babies do, and cried to herself out of pity.

Yoongi coos, seeing her face all squishy and cute in the crib. She looks like him, in the best way, with the round and small nose but eyes like her Mommy, rounder and attentive, almost having the nerve to look like Jeongguk or Taehyung. She fists the blanket with fury, angry that she’s pooped in her sleep! Yoongi smiles.

“Oh, little girl, what are you like, hm?” he asks, in an elevated voice reserved for babies only. You liked to tease him about that, whenever he held her in the hospital and spoke to her in pouts. “Ah, let Daddy help you out of this mess, okay? Okay, it’s okay, don’t cry, baby, it’s okay. Daddy’s here, Daddy’s got you.”

He carefully collects her from the blankets and hoists her into the air. Now that Dad’s home, she’s not crying as much, just staring at him with sniffles and wide eyes filled with tears. He wants to yell with adoration, but he knows you’re sleeping in the room next door, exhausted from work throughout the day. He respects that, and knows that it’s harder for you, especially since you only gave birth a few weeks ago. She’s just passed one month.

Yoongi holds her so that he doesn’t make the mess worse, with one hand grabbing the mat used for nappy changing and tossing it onto the floor, and it sinks flat ready for Sunhee to lie on. A part of him wants to be nervous, because as of this moment, you’ve always been on poop duty, because babies poop several times a day, he’s horrified to discover. For some strange reason, he had never thought about that, not even when you sat him down with a nervous expression and told him that you were expecting. Regardless, he does his damn best, because he’s Min Yoongi for crying out loud, and he’s not going to let a nappy get the best of him. With wipes and baby powder on the scene, Yoongi cleans around the mess, discarding the nappy and replacing it with a clean one that Sunhee gargles at, her legs kicking wildly just to get a kick out of her Dad’s frustration.

“Just a while longer, angry girl,” Yoongi huffs quietly. “You’re so fussy! I don’t know how Mom does this…”

Eventually he gets the hang of it, changing the nappy within minutes and when Sunhee is finally clean, she curls into herself cutely and kicks her feet again. Yoongi suspects that she’s happy, thanking him for cleaning her, and he picks her up to balance on his hip as he carries the nappy secured in a little bag to the dustbin outside. Sunhee likes to be carried around the house, even at night when it’s scary. She stares at Yoongi’s face the entire time, her mouth hanging open like a little Pikachu. He makes sure to lock the door, and wash his hands, and then carries his daughter back upstairs to her bedroom.

Yoongi holds her for a while, because around work and unexpected phone calls, Yoongi feels as though he doesn’t have a lot of time alone with her. She whimpers, stuffing her face into Yoongi’s neck as he rocks her slightly, his arms wrapped around her and holding her up underneath her butt. As soft as silk, Yoongi finds his voice and whispers to her, pausing when he hears the faint ambience of the Finding Nemo soundtrack playing on a little monitor next to her crib.

“Daddy missed you,” he tells her quietly, his lips to her crown. “Mm, yes he did. He did! He missed you so much. Daddy wanted to spend all day with you and Mommy, but he had to go to work.”

Sunhee, of course, says nothing. Perhaps she is sleeping, buried into his neck, most likely drooling on his Alexander McQueen blazer. Course, he can’t complain. He longs for moments like this, flickers of domesticity that he misses out on when he’s busy at work. He could tell Sunhee everything, because she can’t understand what he’s saying anyway, not just yet. But, he wants to keep her as far away from his work as he possibly can. He tried to with you, too, but one photograph proved that it was no longer possible. The gang only got a glimpse of your hair, short and blonde at the time, and since then, you had dyed it dark, grown it out, wearing your own costume for the public.

Yoongi rocks her for a little bit longer, making the most of every moment when he looks over his shoulder as arms snake around his waist. From there, he sees your face, sleepy, pushed in between his shoulder blades. He can just about make out your hair, see the baby blue stripes of your bed shirt.

“Hi, baby.”

He hears you move behind him and press a kiss on his blazer. He hums quietly, pushing back into your arms as if returning the hug. “Hi, yourself. What’you doing up? It’s late.”

“Heard her,” you reply around a yawn. “Heard you come up and get her. Got impatient, I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Yoongi says quietly. “Is she sleeping?”

You move to look at Sunhee, humming with confirmation. “Like a rock.”

“Hm, good,” Yoongi answers, holding her for one moment longer before returning her back to her crib. He sets her down like a delicate thing, because she is delicate, and tiny and light like a bag of sugar, and gently puts the blanket over her feet, because he read somewhere that if your feet got cold then so would you. The windows are shut and the soundtrack loops once more, that strong smell of urine gone with the replacement of a cleansing spray he found on the dresser. Then he turns back to you, inviting you into a hug that you accept. With one face out his neck another is added, as you rise yourself up onto your toes to circle your arms around Yoongi’s neck. He’s warm, and smells faintly like whisky and fire. Nothing unusual, if anything better than the smell of sweat or blood.

“Better now,” Yoongi admits quietly. “Come on, let’s get to bed.”

You lead the way, slowly dragging your weight to the bed and sinking down on the sheets as Yoongi b-lines to the bathroom. He looks at himself for a long moment in the mirror, rubbing at his face and brushing his teeth. Yoongi doesn’t stare for too long, he doesn’t like vanity or the way he looks after a day of work. Back inside the bedroom, you’ve settled underneath the white sheets, waiting for him to join you. He does so, after dressing slowly and when he gets into bed, you shuffle close to him, inhaling his warmth. Yoongi likes to be held, and knows you do too. It’s little luxuries like this that he thinks other people take for granted. Lately, these moments and words shared in whispers are the only moments he gets alone with you. Gradually, he learned to live life in gasps, taking what he could when he could.

“You look tired, baby. Try and get some sleep,” you murmur, kissing his chest as you cuddle into his skin. Yoongi grunts as if you’ve said something funny.

“Wanna talk to you,” he insists. “How was your day, good?”

“Mm,” you yawn. “Tell you about it in the morning. You’ll be here, won’t you?”

“Yeah. It’s my day off, I’ll get Namjoon to wear my shoes for the day,” Yoongi promises. “Can finally spend some time with you and the little one.”

A hum is breathed into his chest and he looks down, noticing that you’re not looking back at him and your eyes are closed, your cheek smushed against his cotton tee. “That’s good then.”

He thinks you’ve drifted off, as you say nothing else for a few moments. Yoongi stares intently in the darkness, making shapes out of the little dots when you stir once more.

“I love you,” you mutter. “You’re a good man.”

That’s usually what he needs at night, the reassurance that what he’s done throughout the day was worth it.

“Thank you, baby girl. I love you too.”

Finally, when you’ve drifted off in his arms and the faint sound of snores meet his eyes, Yoongi pulls you closer, as if it were even possible. It’s here that he realises what he has now, and how easy it is for him to lose it. The way he holds you tighter now isn’t out of love but instead fear, fear that one day, his bad mistakes may come back to bite him in the ass, hurting the people he loves most.

He realises what he has and how he’ll do anything and everything to prevent himself from losing it, no matter what it takes.

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kentuckywrites · 4 years ago

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Caspian, The King of Souls

When Caspian dies, his rage becomes apparent, and he returns to end the senseless war between the Guardians.

Content warnings for swearing, character death and porcelain body horror.

When Caspian died, he felt every part of his body break away into shattered fragments. It was impossible to stop the cracks along his skin and clothes, impossible to grab his hand as it flew away into the void. He didn’t know that gods could feel pain, and so whatever feeling racked his body was given another name. Weakness? Defeat? Those were reasonable to assume. But was it really either of those that caused Caspian to scream when he died?

The pieces scattered and faded, and the Spirit Realm collapsed around him. Countless souls, displaced and forced into new sanctuaries, ones that weren’t ready to accommodate them. Without a physical form to take in the universes, Caspian couldn’t see what became of the Guardians, of the protectors they claimed, of the worlds caught in their crossfire. He was in solitude once again, in a place unnamed and untouched by the hands of gods. Here he would heal. Here, he would wait as the pieces of his broken body returned to him, rebuilt him. Would they be the same pieces, he wondered, or would he emerge as someone new?

Time did not exist in Caspian’s new prison. He couldn’t tell how long it had been since he arrived, nor did he know how long he would stay. He was not a god in this place, reduced to a weakened and unseeming state. No amount of power could let him see the outside or break away. Caspian resorted to silence. He had chosen solitude eons ago. But now that solitude wasn’t a choice.

When the first pieces came to reunite with him, Caspian was asleep. Gods couldn’t technically sleep, but he had fallen out of thought, his spirit diminished. Some pieces connected with him, and he only realized when his feet were whole again. They looked like the same feet, but then again, he wouldn’t know if he was the same for a while yet.

And so the pieces kept returning, one by one, rebuilding him from the bottom up. Caspian only moved when his left hand was complete. His arm wasn’t attached to it yet, but movement was granted to him still. His fingers stretched and recoiled, the cracks obvious along his skin but the pieces remaining glued together. This was when his thoughts began to return to him.

The first thought was not to be thankful, not about how much he wanted to see the worlds, to see Crowe Scaros again.

The first thought was how he was going to raise hell. It was an anger and fury that he had never felt before.

The final piece was his left eye. It had broken off the earliest, leaving a void black space in his face. When it returned to him, everything came back at once. Every feeling he had abandoned over eons, every thought and rationalization, everything became golden and whole again. He felt his body overwhelmed, his hands balling up into fists, feeling skin beneath his fingers and fabric swaying in an imaginary wind. Caspian shut his eyes, and when they opened again, the bars of his prison were broken and jettisoned, and he flew with vigor out into the universes. Oh, how he had missed the stars! Some followed him as he flew, anxious to welcome him back, and while he appreciated their support, his mission required the utmost haste.

Where were the Guardians?

Caspian found him easily. That world, right there. Earth. And getting closer, he saw Timestealer, Lyrah, and Pongo, and Hallix, and...yes. Crowe Scaros.

Caspian entered the atmosphere, the stars following behind him, shrinking to avoid destruction. All their souls were deep below the planet’s surface in some underground chasm, but Caspian bypassed the land, charging straight down for them. The stars joined with his body and he overflowed with power and light, a strength he had never been granted before. And there was the ground, where they stood, where Timestealer was prepared to strike Lyrah down. Caspian didn’t scream. No, he let his landing do the talking.

Letting his spine straighten after his landing, he looked at Timestealer, and his eyes burned. Timestealer, the great Guardian of Nightmares, the one who had given him godhood, stood afraid.

“You.”

Caspian didn’t know how his voice would work after so long, and when he spoke, he almost scared himself with how he growled.

“This. Ends. Now.”

“Caspian?” Lyrah said his name, her voice hoarse with the strain of the fight.

He spun to face her. She looked hopeful, excited almost. He knew why.

“I am not here to help you fight.”

And suddenly her expression changed, but Timestealer’s remained the same.

“You’re...you’re siding with him, too?” Lyrah asked in a whisper.

Caspian’s hands clenched into tight fists, the light flooding into his fingers. “I am here to end a war between childish gods. Don’t you understand how much pain you’re causing the universes you claim as your charge?”

“There was no other way -”

“There is always another way. Neither of you would listen to the other and so you resorted to violence,” Caspian nearly shouted, “You are both gods. Had it not crossed your mind that your decision to fight would yield destructive consequences?! How many people have already died by your hands?! How many worlds have you destroyed before this?!”

Timestealer stepped back, his staff lowering. His hands shook and his eyes threatened tears. The message hadn’t just reached him, no, it had already been planted within him, a doubt that was coming to the surface. Eventually his grip loosened on his staff and it clattered to the ground. Lyrah watched, her eyes growing darker.

“I didn’t want this,” Timestealer’s voice cracked, “I didn’t want to hurt anybody. But...so many people have died because of us and there’s nothing I can say to bring them back…nothing I can do…”

Caspian turned to him fully, stretching out his hand to place on Timestealer’s shoulder. In that moment the Guardian of Nightmares, one of the two most powerful beings in the universes, was smaller than Caspian in more ways than one. Caspian felt something in his chest grow heavy at the sight.

“You can still change this. Stop this fighting. Save those who haven’t been lost already,” He said.

Timestealer looked up at him with dark tears in his eyes before pushing out of his grasp. He faced Lyrah, who still lay on the ground, with loose shoulders and shaking knees. This long and awful fight had taken a toll on them both, and Caspian exhaled softly, knowing that whatever happened next, there would be no more bloodshed.

“He’s right. This ends now,” Timestealer breathed, “I won’t fight you anymore. If you don’t agree with what I’m doing, then either leave me alone, or we can sit down and talk about things like we should’ve done already.”

“You never wanted to talk,” Lyrah spat, pushing herself up onto her knees, “And you never would have listened to me.”

“Are you fucking kidding, Lyrah?! You’re the one who refused to talk because of your need to fulfill Una and Anu’s wishes!! You thought I was against you from the very beginning, and you were willing to do whatever it took to silence me, even at the cost of all these poor worlds, all those people!!”

Caspian grinned, a dark and threatening gesture, a silent agreement with Timestealer’s rage. They both stared at Lyrah, waiting for her next move. Her mouth opened like she was going to respond, but she kept rethinking her words, kept scaring herself with whatever she was planning to say. Eventually she took too long and Timestealer exhaled loudly, bending down to pick up his staff. Caspian tensed up, but realized that Timestealer was only using it as a crutch to lean on, his body weakened by the endless fighting he’d endured.

“I love you, Lyrah. You know I always have,” Timestealer whispered, “I never wanted to fight you. But we’re gods. We have the power to change our own destinies, not just follow the blind orders of our creators. We can be anyone, anything we want to be.”

Lyrah’s head fell to the ground, losing the last scrap of strength she had left. Her horns were speckled with her own blood and the dirt of the ground, and from her fallen stance, Caspian heard her sniffling. Behind her, Hallix and Crowe could only watch in disbelief as the goddess they’d followed for so long lay defeated, reduced to a sobbing mess. Pongo, who was closer to Caspian, lowered his sword until the tip bounced against the ground. Soon the blade disappeared entirely and turned into the ring on his finger. He watched Caspian, remaining quiet, only giving a nod once Caspian acknowledged him. His eyes were tired, even more tired than the two gods were. He’d seen too much fighting, too much bloodshed. It was unlikely that Pongo would have the strength to fight someone else’s battle again after this.

Caspian redirected his attention back to Lyrah and Timestealer, still standing between them as a makeshift shield in case either dared to act up. His voice still echoed with pent up frustration, a rage that had gone unexplained until that point.

“No more fighting,” He declared, “No more blood needs to be spilled. Let it be known that the Guardians of the universes have both admitted defeat today. This war is over.”

#Caspian the King of Souls: short story #original writing #ocs #in this house we love and appreciate caspian #also pongo is tired okay

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pbandjesse · 6 years ago

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Im real tired. I somehow lost the last hour. Just laying here. I am going to try to go to bed very soon.

I did not sleep well last night. I just couldn't turn my brain off. I think I fell asleep around 2. So getting up at 8 when my alarm went off was not going to happen.

I sort of half slept until 10. A little before 10. I got up and took a shower. I tried to not feel miserable. I had really wanted to work in my studio but I just couldn't shake it off.

I had a small breakfast. And I packed a lunch. I mostly just hung out on the couch. And then I decided I would just go to work. I left the house at 11. And got the bus pretty quickly. I was at the school by 11:30.

I spent my time there making some posters with our daily schedule and with some jobs. I made a whole new system which ended up working out really well and the kids seem to very much respond to. I did some cleaning and organizing. I'm mad at a few of the kids pieces that had accidentally gotten left behind. It was a nice morning.

Fitsum came around 1 and I got a little annoyed because he had made a lesson plan and just didn't send it to me for whatever reason. So even though I wrote one I wasn't going to argue. I'll just save it for later. But then Tiffany talk to him and we are going to possibly be switching teachers. I'm going to stay with 4th grade and fitsum might be moving too 5th. While Liz will stay with 5th and Mister Dee will come to 4th grade with me. That could go either way. I like Dee. I'm just hoping that it'll be a positive change for everyone. We'll see what happens.

But today would be the same. I went and collected the kids and then we went over our new rules and we made a class agreement and it was really good. They were really responding to us and being very respectful today. It felt pretty awesome.

We went out to recess and was cold out but I have some nice conversations with the kids. Couple of them confided in me about how they knew I would listen to them. And it was really nice.

Dinner was fine. They had french fries and they let me get some french fries too. So that was exciting. The kids cleaned up the tables and then we headed to the classroom to do art.

We decided that on our schedule 3:45 to 4 would be quiet instruction time. And only gets stuck to that basically. There was a little complaining and grumbling. About when we would start actually making art. But I think being consistent with the schedule is going to help them with some of the behavior issues that we tend to come across.

And having the 45 minutes of solid art time really seemed to work for them. They never really seemed to get bored in it. And even the ones that finished a little too fast I was able to redirect them a bit. We just drew and it was really good.

Cleanup could have gone smoother. My new system for who's in charge of cleaning up what got a little Askew. I think it's just going to be repetition of explaining what the cleaning groups me in. But in general it went really well and I'm very happy with how today went.

I took the kids to pick up. And there was a couple issues because one of my students had a watch it went missing. And the mom was saying that the kids were thieves and all the stuff and I promised I would shake them down tomorrow. And then 20 minutes later she comes back because they were halfway home and my students covered the watch was in his pocket. Which is what I said. That it was probably in his backpack or something. But whatever. And then we spent the next hour and change hanging their work for the show next week.

Honestly it all looks great. Me and fitsum we're basically done hanging all of our stuff at around a quarter to seven. So after some fussing with the tape and putting sculptures in the case in the hallway we headed home.

I got in the door right at 7. I that sweet pea and I have a sandwich. And then I messed around with my 1998 Furbys. I put batteries in Pascal, the baby oh, and he has the sweetest voice. He's calls me Mama and giggles and sings. His ears move which I was excited about. And I was hoping that he would communicate with Pongo but she was having issues turning on. So I had to do some vinegar wipe Downs of her battery pack to get her to turn on and then because she doesn't talk they didn't really communicate. But that's okay.Lil John will not turn on. I think I have to take the skin off and manually restart the motor. Because she's in a down position and not sleeping position? At least that's what my research has shown. I still don't feel completely comfortable doing that but we'll see what happens. I might try that on Saturday when I have the day off.

I played with those for a while and then watch the video. At 8 I went down to the basement to work on some art finally. I traced all of the watercolor flowers I have made and cut them all out. And I'm very pleased with how they look. Talking to Jess I think a tentative plan is that we're going to do one wreath a month. So this will be a much smaller scale project. But I want to be able to spend more time on the research and the sketching and all of the parts that go behind this project. So this one will be for the month of January even though it's mostly done at this point. I want to get some more research done for one's going forward and not rush. And if I can make more than one a month that's fine. But Jess is also doing it actual Hands-On part and she works differently than me. So I don't want to rush her either. Or make her feel like it's homework. It's supposed to be a fun thing.

I went and checked the mail and the Magnetic eyelashes I had purchased came. They are very silly. I cut them in half because I felt like they were too long. And it's definitely a look. Maybe for like a special event or something but I can't imagine actually wearing them for more than an hour or so. It's a very bizarre product.

I've been laying in bed for a while now though. Trying to get this post done trying not to be distracted by sweet pea. I really just want to get some sleep.

Tomorrow I'm hoping to wake up and work on some art again. Maybe clean something. Teaching all afternoon. Finishing hanging up our art. And then I'm supposed to have dinner with James. I have Friday and Saturday off. We were going to go to DC to go to the National Gallery on Friday but the government is still shut down. So I probably am not going to see that Rachel Whitehead show. But that's okay. I think we're going to try to do something else on Friday and then we might go ice skating. I hope it's just a nice day what's my favorite guy. Sleep well everyone. Stay warm.

#ootd #work #furby #good day #wensday #in progress #art #drawing

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keeloves · 6 years ago

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From Paws to Thumbs Review

As a belated valentine’s present to my boyfriend @disneyfanforever3 I am going to be writing a lengthy review of his fanfiction that he wrote on another website called deviant art. I will leave links if you are interested in checking it out. I have also decided I will be reviewing this chapter by chapter and then summarizing it up at the end. This way I can details correct that I didn’t in my video and so it will be nice and long and thorough. Also sorry if there are spoilers.

Chapter One kind of starts out slowly but that’s okay because we are having Scamp and Angel established as characters. Chapter one takes place after the ending Lady and the Tramp Scamp’s Adventure after Angel gets adopted. These two love to explore every possible chance they get. However Lady and Tramp don’t approve of them exploring. Scamp relationship with his parents more specifically Tramp reminds me of Triton and Ariel/Ariel and Melody. Both Tramp and Ariel lied to their children about their background and they have similar personalities but with slight differences. Both Angel and Scamp are feel like outsiders to their families but it is made even worse because of Scamp’s three annoying Bitch Sisters (See what what I did there?) Annette, Nicolette and Danielle because of how they always bully both Scamp and Angel. Lady isn’t so bad but she can be annoying but Tramp irritates the hell out of me in this chapter and that is mainly due to him making promises he never keeps, his hypocrisy and him of all people should understand Angel the best. Worst of all after Scamp and Angel bust curfew really badly and trying to reason with their parents Scamp over hears his parents talking about how they think about getting rid of Scamp and Angel simply because they can’t handle them. This really tragic especially for Angel because of how she bounced around from five families and doesn’t want to lose what she has and this is terrible for Scamp because this might mean he will be separated from Angel and thanks to his sisters bullying him he all ready feels unloved.

Chapter 2 also starts off somewhat slow but that is okay because in this chapter we are introduced to the third main character from this story Patch. Patch like Angel and Scamp loves to explore and go places. He loves his family dearly and his parents love him dearly but he also feels like he is treated unfairly because of how his parents treat his brother Lucky. Lucky like Scamp’s three annoying ass sisters loves to antagonize Patch. He bullies Patch, calls him mean names and constantly excludes from adventures that he goes on with his other two siblings Rolly and Penny. Rolly and Penny don’t bully Patch but they also just stand by while Lucky is bullying Patch and say nothing. Well one night after Lucky got home late during roll call for bed time Pongo pulls Lucky a side to talk to him about his behavior and why Patch shouldn’t go to dangerous places. This reminds me of Ariel and how Triton is always scolding her about going up to the surface. Long story short Patch and Pongo argue and Patch feels defeated. To make matters worse his brother Lucky convinces Patch that their parents will give Patch away. Now we have three dogs who love to explore and they feel lost alone and a little betrayed by their families. The Dalmatians move to America for a few reasons. One Anita and Darling are sisters in this story and they want to be closer to family and two to be safe from Cruella and her two idiot Hench men.

Chapter 3 is about how the Ratcliff’s move to New England to be safe from Cruella. They travel there by boat. In this chapter things start to pick up and move along at a faster. This is where Scamp and Angel meet Patch. The three of them instantly form a bond. Well after the three pups argued with their parents mainly Pongo and Tramp and not feeling like their parents are listening. They go and explore this house. This house belongs to a magical Wizard named Chris (Yes the author/my boyfriend inserted himself into this story all though he shows up in the next chapter) Anyways Scamp, Angel and Patch explore this beautiful house. One room catches their attention it is the magic room. This room contains a crystal ball, and a bunch of magical potions. Well they accidentally knock a magic potion over not knowing it is a magic potion. The three dogs drink it because they are thirsty and believe it to be milk. After drinking this they feel weird and fall into a deep deep sleep and end up transforming into humans.

Chapter 4 This is the Chapter where we meet the narrator/Wizard Chris. He is is in early 20s. Like any other morning Wizard Chris went down to make himself some breakfast that is until he gets side tracked by some snoring coming from his magic room. There he finds three naked children. He was not to pleased to see three naked children so he quickly covered them in robes the color of their collars. Wizard Chris has his house located far on the country side and is very much a hermit. He only leaves his house for essential items like groceries and he only talks to people when he absolutely has too. Yeah he ain’t real social is he. Well from this chapter on little did Wizard Chris know his life would be changed forever by three very special friends Scamp, Angel and Patch. Also the three children freak out for a bit because they changed from dogs to humans. over night. (BTW yes Wizard Chris gives them clothes in fact I believe he posted those pics on Tumblr if not I will give you a link once I am done with this review.)

Chapter 5.

The parents Tramp, Lady, Peridita and Pongo all try and make up with the three pups. However they are super nervous of what they are going to say. Only problem with them trying to make up with the children is that the children are gone and the parents have no clue where they are. All four parents are worried about the kids. Pongo tries to go an makes amends with Patch. In this chapter Pongo and Peridita remind me of King Triton and Sebastian from the episode of Little Mermaid episode called Charmed. In that episode Ariel discovers a magnifying glass which she calls a “Bigger Mcjigger” but when her father sees it he gets angry and destroys it. Later on in the episode he is practicing his apology to Ariel which is what Pongo is doing when he is preparing to talk for Patch. Both Sebastian and Peridita remind Pongo and Triton that an apology that needs to come from the heart. This chapter is probably is one of the more fun chapters because we have worried parents, three run away children and best of all Cruella is plotting her escape from insane asylum. Cruella is one of the smartest villains ever. Her escape plan involves her stealing a news paper, faking injuries and knocking out one of the guards with the rolled up news paper and then stealing his uniform. She has to wear a hat to hide her skunk colored hair because well that would blow her cover if she didn’t. She also locks the guard in her cell. “Cruella Devil Cruella Devil” if she doesn’t scare you no evil thing will.

Chapter 6

In this chapter the three puppies now turned into human children thanks to the potion learn how to act like humans. Which meaning to walk like humans, eat like humans and refraining from their dog instincts like chasing squirrel up trees. If you guys were wonder if there were any negative side affects to this potion I am afraid there is. All three children fall ill in this chapter but luckily these are common sicknesses in children. Scamp has measles, Angel has the flu and Patch has the Chicken Pox. All though for a moment Patch thinks he caught something from a chicken lol which I thought was cute. I also learned in this chapter you don’t give sick children belles because then they become annoying but still enduring. However before they got sick the four parents were looking for them. Perdita and Lady could sense that Scamp Angel and Patch were their children while Pongo and Tramp laughed. This chapter also shows that mothers tend to be more in tune with their children. Also Wizard Chris feels like an older brother taking care of his three younger siblings and plus his “Hard shell” begins to crack when the three children become ill. (Chasing Squirrels up trees happens in the next chapter.

Chapter 7

The children have recovered from their illnesses and they along with Wizard Chris had a fun day at the park and he of course has to teach them how to act like normal children as in un teaching them from their dogie instinct. However this chapter is where things start to get more interesting because “Wizard Chris” meets this “frail old woman” who some located the big mansion that the Wizard Chris lives at. She was tired because she walked in red stilettos yeah she ain’t real smart. Well it turns out that frail old woman was Cruella. She went and stole the magic book from that Wizard Chris owns. In this chapter she puts together her own team of Villains. She steals a potion that makes animals talk. This chapter she meets Buster an old friend turned enemy of Tramp. Cruella and Buster end up making a deal to help each other get revenge. Cruella mainly wants revenge on Patch since Patch is the one defeated her and Buster wants revenge on Tramp for stealing his “Girl” (Not Lady) and running off and getting married and he wants revenge on Scamp for abandoning him. If this happens Buster will be given the chance to be a human forever and he will have money and power. She also meets the Siamese cats as in the cats that belong to Aunt Sara. She also makes a deal with the cats by promising them a life supply of Fish food and milk. They are kind of group thinkers.

Chapter 8

This chapter is probably one of my favorites because it digs into Angel’s background and how she became a street dog and why she changed home five times before getting permanently adopted by the Darlings. In case anyone is wondering what Angel’s parents look like this them and Angel of course. Her mom is the golden retriever and her dad is the Pomeranian. https://www.deviantart.com/azulalover1/art/Angel-and-her-Parents-764104159. Anyways a brief summery of Angel’s background and how she ended up a junk yard dog for years. Once Angel was a happy little puppy with two parents just playing in a junk yard well one day this dog catcher came for the dogs. The dogs tried to run away as fast as they can but Angel’s dad accidentally got ran over by the dog catcher vehicle and her mom ended up getting her paw caught in a rail road track and got hit by a train. The poor thing seeing her parents die no wonder she keeps having nightmares. The best part about this chapter for me though is that when she wishes she would have died and Wizard Chris, Patch and Scamp but mainly Scamp reassure that she is loved and that her new family (The Darlings) won’t put her out on the street again.

Chapter 9.

Okay I am not going to lie I am going to boost my own ego here a bit. See my boyfriend wrote Paws to Thumbs long before we ever met and in this chapter he was originally going to have Scamp being chased through out the woods. I was wondering if he would consider having a dynamic between the two boys Patch and Scamp because I haven’t seen them interact that much and he also wish he could find a way to include Patch more. Well thanks to my suggestion this chapter was posted later than expected and went through a major rewrite to include Patch more and incorporate him more into the story. I really love this chapter not just because I helped inspire it but because the two boys get a chance to bond and because they have a lot in common such as being well off in families and being born into luxuries that Angel did not have until she got adopted, they both feel like their parents don’t listen to them and they both have siblings that give them a hard time because they are jealous of Patch and Scamp and they love to explore. Anyways, the three Children and Wizard Chris are the park on a beautiful day just playing until Scamp hears a strange noise. Well it turned out to be a “bear” growling at him. It soon started to chase Scamp. Patch tries to help Scamp by jumping on the “bear’s” back but ends up getting thrown off towards Scamp and the boys are chased through the woods. Scamp is almost kidnapped by Buster (which he doesn’t recognize Buster because is in his human form not dog form) and if you are wondering why I put air quotes around bear its because the bear is “Reggie” another dog that is so scary even Buster is afraid of him and even before Reggie got transformed into an actual bear he looked like a dog bear hybrid. Luckily Patch knocks out Scamp (No pun intended since Patch has a brother named Lucky) I love this chapter because the two boys bond and open up to each other about their families and how they feel their parents don’t understand them. A side from being almost killed and kidnapped in this chapter this chapter was awesome. (There are more details but as I said I will be leaving a link below so you can go check out the fanfiction and I promised Chris I wouldn’t give too many spoilers lol)

Chapter 10

This chapter isn’t quite as exciting but this chapter warms my heart because I ship Scamp and Angel so much they are such an adorable couple and in this chapter I am reminded of Cory and Topanga because both couples confess they are in love with each other at age 14. Angel tells Scamp she is in love with him but while he is sleeping. Another reason this chapter warms my heart is because this shows how much these children have come to love and care about each other. First Angel has nightmares but those stop because Wizard Chris put a spell on her to stop the nightmares. Now Scamp keeps has nightmares one about being eaten by that strange bear and the one where he over hears his parents talking about sending him away (The second one did happen as discussed in the first chapter) however before he can tell Angel about the second dream because they over heard Patch having a bad dream and that dream was about Cruella. Angel and Scamp help Patch feel better by staying up with him and talking about the nightmares and Scamp then tells Angel about his second nightmares. I adore this chapter because the kids grow closer together and share a deeper bond and that is beautiful. Well shortly the nice moments are ruined between the children when a grumpy Wizard Chris gets out of bed and disguises himself as an ugly old hag as sweet revenge for waking him from his “beauty sleep”. However another reason I love this chapter very much is that we get a bit of back ground on the narrator (Wizard Chris’s background) about how he ran away from home when he was 10 years old and he claimed he was bullied and that his dad didn’t understand him. This shows that these four ar kindred spirits. This also shows that not only did these kids need Wizard Chris but it shows that Wizard Chris needed these kids too. In this chapter it is also revealed a magic mirror that Scamp sees in the magic room. The only problem is that the magic mirror shows Scamp’s reflection half and half. As in half human half dog. Oh and the last thing about this chapter is that Scamp finally confesses he is in love with Angel all though he doesn’t say it to Angel and Wizard Chris has to tell him. I love this chapter so much.

Chapter 11

At this point the Scamp, Angel and Patch have been humans for a little over two months and Wizard Chris has found away to change them back into dogs but there are a few problems none of the children want to go back to being dogs. Wizard Chris is trying to convince them to turn back to dogs and make them go back to their families but the only problem with that is he is being hypocritical in this chapter since he refuses to work out his issues with his family and thankfully the kids call him out on this. While the four argue about whether or not they should go back to their families. The villians in this story finally make a reappearance. Buster, Cruella and the two Siamese Cats (Si and Am) that are now humans and the three are being reprimanded by Cruella for not being able to kidnap the children. Buster’s plan of revenge is to have Tramp’s family work for him for all eternity (Okay so I added that in for dramatic affect) and Cruella has plans to still make a coat out of them (I think that is still the plan) or she plans to enslave all the puppies. (I am sure my lovely boyfriend will correct me if I got stuff wrong lol)

Chapter 12

The kids ran away into the woods just until they were out of Wizard Chris’s sight and this where Scamp reveals the information about the magic mirror to Patch and Angel and how about the they see their reflections. When the Patch and Angel look into the mirrors themselves they like Scamp also see their reflection split in half as in half dog half human and this makes them more confused then ever. The mirror reminds me of the mirror in Harry Potter the magic mirrors reflect the individual's heart’s desire. Oh and Angel almost tells Scamp that she is in love with him but of course that nice moment had to be ruined by the bear “Reggie”, Buster Cruella and Si and Am. The children were so scared they ran for their lives they got separated and didn’t even realize where they were running to until it was too late. Patch ran into Cruella his worst nightmare. She put a spell on him to make him tell her where the other Dalmatians were. Patch tried to resist telling his family wearabouts but couldn’t because the magic was too strong and he gave in. Angel were being harassed by the two Siamese Cats the two ladies chased Angel and captured her and tied her up with a rope and Angel tried to escape but couldn’t. Scamp is captured by Buster. Scamp runs from and he thinks he is free from Buster only for Buster to capture him again. Buster tries to manipulate Scamp into going with him but luckily Scamp isn’t going in so easily. Well now to review Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Finally we get to see The Darlings, Rodger and Anita in this chapter because it feels like forever since we we have seen them this also means we see Pongo, Perdita, Lady and Tramp. This chapter is about to get real interesting because Wizard Chris meets the families of the three children officially. He goes and explains everything and after he is done he has to do a bit of convincing to prove he is telling the truth. Jim is the one who needs convincing the most. Well in his defense if a random man showed up to my house claiming he was a wizard with three dogs that had turned into human children I would be skeptical as hell too. Finally Jim believes him after Chris makes the animals talk. If the four humans as in the Darlings and Anita and Rodger didn’t believe in real magic before well they are about to believe now. Anita and Rodger become extra terrified when they find out that Cruella not only escaped the insane asylum and discovered where they were now living. Wizard Chris tries to stop her but he gets trapped in a bubble and he can only get out if someone from the outside knows the spell. Buster threatens revenge on Tramp by taking Scamp and because Tramp steals his girl. Oh and the main characters. Oh and some other dogs get turned into humans and those dogs are Tramp, Lady, Perdita, Pongo, Tramp’s sisters Rolly, Penny and Lucky. (I am getting slightly lazy with this review lol)

Chapter 14

In this Chapter the children’s parents get turned into human by Cruella and luckily they were wearing clothes since they didn’t drink a potion. Angel frees Wizard Chris from this green bubble thing. It didn’t take long for Angel to escape since she grew up a street dog and knew how to get herself out of any tricky situation so growing up a street dog in this case worked to her advantage so her and Wizard Chris to try and go and find the others. Patch and Scamp were trying to negotiate with their stuborn siblings to help them. With Patch Penny was willing to help Rolly had to be convinced to help because he wanted food like usual and Lucky was annoyed with Patch because Lucky taunts Patch all the time. Tramp’s sister were being their usually bitchy selves. I love this chapter because it has one of my favorite moments! Patch and Scamp finally stand up to their bratty siblings. Scamp shoves his three sisters and Patch punched Lucky in the eye so yay! Finally Lucky admits his jealously to Patch and Lucky is jealous because he feels Patch is the favorite. Annette, Collette and Danielle finally confess their jealously to Scamp. They are jealous of Scamp and Angel because the two aren’t afraid to be themselves and for a long time the girls though they only had their looks to rely on. I find this chapter to be one of the more exciting chapters. Buster and Tramp full on fist fight the the bratty siblings are put in their place and it is awesome. (If Reviews beome a little skimpy I am trying not to give too much away as I said there will be a link after I am done reviewing this fanficition) Oh and Cruella destroys Wizard Chris’s magic carpet but before that he turns Reggie into a mouse. Plus as a mouse he probably won’t eat any humans or at least try and he was hella scary as a dog.

Chapter 15.

Buster tries to manipulate Scamp one more time. He tells Scamp that they could be human forever and that Scamp wouldn’t have to deal with Tramp’s lies. Scamp considers this for a split second and he comes to his senses. Scamp made that mistake once and wasn’t going to do it again. He loved his family and his father very much. Cruella Dev Vil tries to manipulate Angels by offering her what she wants and that is to bring her parents back to life. Magic can do several things but it can’t bring the dead back to life. Cruella tries to kill Angel but fortunately fails well fortunately to Scamp and Angel while unfortunately to Cruella. Scamp almost dies by falling out of a tree but luckily Wizard Chris has just enough magic to keep the tree but unfortunately due to the spell on his hands he wasn’t able to hold it long. Anyways Angel declines Cruella’s offer and realizes that she has a family that truly loves her. Once again Scamp was this close to telling Angel he is madly in love with her but that doesn’t happen for two reasons the villains interrupt them and because Angel isn’t sure they will make it out of their situation alive. Buster tries to kill Scamp and Angel but misses because he gets hit in the back of the head. Cruella tries to kill them but thankfully she misses because Patch jumps on her back. He tries to steal the book back but can’t he rips out a page he chants a spell hoping to harm Cruella but all he does is grow a dinky little flower. Cruella ties the three kids up and tries to kill the once more but fails. WIzard Chris wakes up frees the children and Buster and Cruella start to fight.

Chapter 16

This is the second to last chapter and it is kind of sad but I have enjoyed writing this review just like I have reading the fanfiction. I love this chapter because the main four characters bond and the kids learn how to do magic. They use a magic spell to defeat Buster and Cruella. However this spell requires four wizards because it has to have the four elements which are water, fire, earth and air. While the four Wizard Chris, Scamp Angel, and Patch have come up with a plan to defeat Buster and Cruella the two are arguing on who gets to kill who. This chapter reminded me of Halloween Town 2 when Marni wants to reopen the portal and her family and her one Goblin friend Luke who is not a warlock helps her anyway because he is her friend and he believes. The three children are not Wizards but they believe in magic they love each other. Oh and I forgot to mention that Cruella had split the ground earlier and turned into lava. Scamp tries to Angel he is in love but she wants him to hold off because at that moment life felt too short. The four defeated the two villains once and for all. However I would argue their own vanity and greed killed them. They fell in the lava. Scamp tried to save Buster but failed. When Cruella died her dark magic wore off and didn’t last forever. Si and Am turned back into cats and all of the magic Cruella performed was undone and the magic carptet was restored. If this chapter taught me anything revenge is never the answer and your own greed could litterally end up killing you. Also everyone makes up with their families and Lady and Angel have a beautiful moment together. Another one of my favorite moments is that Wizard Chris realizes how much he loves the children and the parents come to and understanding with their children. Oh and Scamp’s three sisters and Patch’s brother Lucky all get grounded for a month for bullying.

Chapter 17.

Well people we have arrived at the final chapter. Wizard Chris heads back to go make up with his family. He is very sad because he has grown to love the children and he was going to miss them so finally he heads back to his family and at first they don’t recognize him because he is now a grown adult in his early 20s and not the 10 year old little boy that ran away. I also forgot to mention that Wizard Chris lied to the children about his family not looking for him because they did he just used magic to hide himself. The one reason his parents recognize and know that it is him is because of a scar he has on his right eyebrow. This chapter really warms my heart because Wizard Chris gets to make amends with his family gets them back in his life while also gaining a new family with the three children and their families. The three children decide to stay human so they can have a life of freedom and joy. They might have been born dogs but will live out the rest of their lives as humans. Also Wizard Chris moves his house along with the Darling’s house to be next the plantations where Anita and Rodger live along with the Dalmatians. Angel decides to live with Wizard Chris, Jr is happy he gets a big brother and Patch is happy too! The three dogs now turned humans can live their life of freedom and still keep their family.

Well this review was going up later than I intended but none the less this was a belated Valentine’s day present for awesome boyfriend @disneyfanforever3. I really loved this fan-fiction because it shows that no matter what trouble you are having with family they will always love you and care for you. I also liked how Tramp developed in this series and I am happy he got a nice moment with Angel. He realizes that he should have understood her the most just because how similar their back grounds were. Also Scamp and Angel finally pronounce their love for each other and it makes me so happy! I hope I got some details right because for some chapters I skimmed and tried to give you the gist. Anyways here is a link to his fanfiction if you want to go check it out. https://www.deviantart.com/azulalover1/gallery/62089614/From-Paws-To-Thumbs

Also I want state we have officially been dating for a month but we both think one month anniversaries are stupid but I just felt like sharing that. Anyways I hope enjoy this review. Oh and I should mention that Patch always felt like Lucky got special treatment. Well the reason Pongo and Perdita were easy on Lucky was because for Lucky was dead for a few moments when he was born hence why he was named Lucky.

#from paws to thumbs #lady and the tramp scamp's adventure #101 Dalmatians Patch's London Adventure #fanfiction review

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confoundedluna · 2 years ago

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okay i'm tired and can't sleep so i'm gonna do this now, be warned that it is 5am as I start this and i will likely not come back to edit, please excuse any mistakes or scattered thoughts or rambles

(please also note that Tumblr only allows 10 photos per post so I can't include evidence of all this stuff like i wanted to :/)

first things first, i'm gonna state the original collar colours used in the source materials. I will only be using the two animated films and first two live action films for this, as I do not know anything about the shows or care about them, and to my knowledge there is no merchandise for Cruelka that features any of the five Dalmatians in the film (the adult trio plus puppy Pongo and Perdita)

firstly, the original 1961 animated film. this one's standard - males wear a red collar, while females wear a blue one. this applies to both Pongo and Perdita as well as the puppies.

secondly, the 2003 animated sequel. this one has the same rules, and thus I will be referring to these two in the same vein

thirdly, the 1996 live action film. this one gets a little trickier. Pongo wears a black collar, while Perdita wears a red one. the puppies, however, are different - male puppies wear blue, and females wear pink

finally, the 2000 live action sequel. Dipstick, the new adult male for this film, wears a blue collar, while his partner Dottie wears a red one. the two male puppies, Domino and Little Dipper, wear blue like their father, but female puppy Oddball wears pink

the inconsistencies between the live action and animated canons are enough to cause problems alone, as Pongo and Perdita as well as several puppies appear in both versions with different appearances, but it does not happen in the way you may think

starting with merchandise for the animated film, this often features 5 characters - Pongo and Perdita, as well as male puppies Patch, Lucky, and Roly. occasionally, the lineup will also feature female puppy Penny. Lucky is the only one of these puppies to feature in both canons, so you would think problems would lie with his colour, but that's untrue

in merchandise of the male puppies, red collars almost always feature, and when they don't it is usually because they instead have no collar at all. I own several plushes of them myself, and have seen them featured in places from cutlery to suitcases, which I also own in various forms. there is also consistency in promotional material

however, Penny does not get the same treatment. while I did find instances of her with her blue collar when researching, the ones I remember seeing of her, particularly the older merchandise, gives her a pink collar instead. this has also happened to Perdita in at least one instance, in a plush and on clothing

this is not the only problem. Pongo and Perdita, in several cases, end up with the other's colour. thus, Pongo sports blue, while Perdita wears red

I have a theory for why this is, one which greatly bothers me. higher-ups likely decided that blue and red were too bold and masculine, and some of the characters needed to be changed to have wider appeal i.e. to ensure that girls would also be interested. thus, female characters got switched to pink, or changes were made so instead of boyish blue, they had red, far closer to pink

this theory is supported by the timeline of the film releases - the original animated film, the first live action, the second live action, and the animated sequel. there is 35 years between the release of the original and the first live action, which allowed them to make several changes to details such as Roger's career, Anita and Cruella's relationship basis, and of course, the collar colours. while there is little merchandise specifically for the live actions, there exist a few plushes for characters such as Jewel, a female puppy called out by name in the film, who wears a pink collar in both screen and plush appearance. her name is featured neither in the book or the animated film, but it is strongly feminine. I suspect that the live actions made changes like this for wider appeal due to the long hiatus for the franchise, though I can find very little merchandise specifically for the first live action to support this. the second, however, is far more useful

the second live action, 102 Dalmatians, released only four years later, features a female puppy called Oddball, who does not have her spots. this makes her the main dog of the film, as opposed to her brothers or parents, and thus she has more merchandise of her. many feature her distinctive flower shaped tag, and depict her with a pink nose. even without Oddball, there exists at least one plush of Dottie, the other female Dalmatian from this film. and this plush changes her red collar to pink.

the change of colours in an attempt to market the franchise more towards girls is an irritating enough idea, as it does not show in just materials for children, but also in items such as statues which are far more adult. however, it is not the only inconsistency that exists. this one is, however, specific to 102 Dalmatians, and the puppy Domino.

Domino is most well-known for his role alongside Oddball in the video game 102 Dalmatians: Puppies to the Rescue. Oddball has her typical colours, but Domino's collar has been changed from blue to red. the game was released in 2000, before the animated sequel made the return to red collars for male puppies

I specifically call out this difference as someone in the tags of their reblog mentioned it, and as someone who never played the game myself I was confused by the change. even in promotional material, he does not have a consistent colour. several materials show him in blue, while others show him in red. this carries across to his plush appearances - some feature blue, some red.

the only reason I can think of for this change is to better match with Oddball, as the two characters appear alongside each other for much of the game from playthrough clips I've seen. either that, or the animated sequel was in production at the same point as the game, and the change was made to better tie in the live action canons and the animated canon. the game does also change Dipstick's collar to red, though it makes Dottie's pink, for their brief appearances, which is again bothering as it could have been made blue if the others were being changed

I hope my thoughts are coherent enough to resonate with some of y'all, this is something that has bothered me for a good 15 years of my life, so it's nice to know that others feel the same annoyance

what if I just absolutely lost my mind and posted my rant here about the inconsistencies in merchandise for the 101 Dalmatians franchise, in particular the colours of their collars, because it is something that drives me Insane as someone who has had 101 Dalmatians as a special interest since they were like 3 (which is. over 15 years now. my god)

#101 dalmatians #102 dalmatians #Listen #minor as it sounds #it drives me fucking Wild #so i hope you enjoy my thoughts #i have too many for my head

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raeofgayshine · 4 years ago

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Your favourite/least favoriteOCs: 1, 7, 22, 23

(Bold to assume I have a least favorite. I’ll do my best to answer with a range of characters though)

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Blaine- He has a few stuffed animals, Prince Eric the dog that he’s had since he was kid (and is definitely the favorite). A stuffed dragon that the twins left him while he was in the hospital (before he knew them) that has a few nicknames before Blaine finally settles on Zuko. And from their (Alex and Blaine) first trip to the zoo together, Blaine has a penguin named Flounder (To complete the set of Prince Eric, his middle name Sebastian, and his nickname Ariel)

Alex- Has a teddy bear named Calypso he’s had since he was 5 (given to him by his mom so no one is allowed to touch it. Also the favorite), and following his trip to the zoo with Blaine, a African Wild Dog named Rain (after the movie Spirit).

Josh and James- They have matching Dalmatians that they got when they were little, named Pongo and Perdita after their favorite movie.

Julius- Has a dragon Charlie won from him their very last summer together (until Ravenwood), named Tavi.

Charlie- Has a super soft/fluffy bunny rabbit that Julius gave him their first year at Ravenwood, aka the Emotional Support Rabbit or Esra.

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Evan: Kind, Steady, Glue

His View: Stubborn, Protective, Tired

Theo: Leader, Free, Dramatic

His View: Hopeless Romantic, Loud, Passionate

Logan: Writer, Observant, Soft

His view: Reasonable (the voice of reason among the group), Dancer, Helpful

Oliver: Passionate, Genius, smol

Their view: Smart, Unsure, excitable

Connor: Comforting, Good Listener, Warm

His view: Introvert, Quiet, Like a rainy day

Do they like being called Pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go to?

Josh and James love to call their friends by pet names, with the most famous example of course being them calling Blaine Ariel although they have one for just about all of their friends.

Charlie and Julius are only okay with each other calling them pet names (Bear for Charlie and Robin for Julius).

Eli and Leo I imagine are constantly calling each pet names once they start dating. For Eli go to’s are probably Starlight and Sunbeam. For Leo: My heart, Dear, Honey.

Theo loves to call Logan and Maddie by pet names (and equally loves to receive them). His main ones are Dear, Babe (mostly to Logan), Honey, Love, My dear husband (for Logan).

Logan will occasionally use pet names for Theo, mostly Honey or Dear.

Mason hates any use of pet names for xem, and the only nickname that xe accept is Mase.

Stability or Novelty?

Roman, Evan, Alex, Oliver, Eli and Blaine all crave stability.

Ben, Josh, James, Leo, Theo, and Charlie all live for novelty and trying something new.

Julius is okay withe novelty so long as Charlie is by his side.

Logan tends to leans towards stability, but is often pulled away by Theo.

Mason often leans into the novelty of life, but deep down they crave stability.

Connor wishes he could be open to change more, but finds more comfort in things staying stable.

#ravenpuff answers #beauty and the mermaid #meet the Marauders #I think is the tag #I don’t want to tag them all just because it’s a lot #thank you so much for the ask also!!!#I loved thinking about these because I hadn’t considered some of the questions for a lot of the characters

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pinkcaseotakadl · 8 years ago

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Diabolik lovers Lost Eden Carla Tsukinami (heaven 2) ~translation~ (Eng-Esp)

ESTA TRADUCCIÓN ESTA EN ESPAÑOL ABAJO DE TODO~ Este es mi heaven fav FAV DIJE!

*Sorry for any mistake, my english is baad

Heaven 1~

Place: Carla's bedroom.

*Yui opens the door*

Yui: Excuse me, Carla-san. Do you have a moment? Wait... Carla: *Sleeping* ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Yui: (Ah... He's sleeping on the sofa. ---Maybe he's tired?) Yui: It's not a business I need right now, so I'll stay by his side until he wakes up.)

Yui: (But still...) Yui: (When I look at him again, Carla-san's a very beautiful person. I can't stop looking at him---) Carla: ... ... ... ... Yui: (Now that I think of it again, being able to share the same feelings with that person is strange) Yui: (The reason I started to like him was not because he's beautiful but...) Yui: *Blushing* Haa... Yui: (He's so beautiful that I sigh. There are times that I want to kiss him...) Yui: (But once this beautiful person looks at me, kissing him becomes so embarrassing that I can't do it...) Yui: Carla-san doesn't really know how beautiful he is, and how much I like him. Carla: ... ... ... ... Yui: That's why when I want to kiss you... I'm so nervous I can't do it. Yui: ...Hey, Carla-san. Do you know it? Yui: Or maybe you know it and you tease me? Carla: ... ... ... ... Yui: But still in time I'll do my best to correspond you... Yui: So, wait for me, okay? Yui: It's not like I don't want to kiss you, you know? Carla: ... ... ... ... Yui: (...If it's now, maybe I can kiss him---?) Yui: Is it okay... If I do it on his cheeks? Yui: Carla-san... I love you-- *Kiss* Carla: --Me too. Yui: EH---!? Yui: *Blushes* C-carla-san? Were you awake? H-how long were you-- Carla: Since you entered the room. Since I was asleep it was easy to imitate Yui: S-such a thing---! I---... Yui: (I told him a lot of things! It's so embarrassing...!) Carla: If you're so frustrated, can I disappear it if you want? Yui: I-it's not that! I'm not frustrated--- Carla: But you said it's not like you don't want to kiss me, do you? Yui: *Blushes* !! Carla: *Laugh* You also said that I don't know how deep you love me. ...Then show me Yui: T-that's---... Carla: What's going on? Or maybe everything you said a moment ago was a lie? Yui: I-it was not a lie! ...But I said that you should wait for me, wouldn't you? Carla: Of course, I'm always looking at you. I'm hoping you will very persevering with this too. Yui: Eh---...? Carla: The truth is that I want to teach your body how much I love you on this sofa right now. Yui: *BLUSHEEES* ! Carla: But I'm repressing that impulse. So I will expect some action from you. Of course you are going to correspond, are you not? Yui: That's---... Carla: Yui... I want to know the depth of your love. How deep you think of me. Carla: --This's something that I had not said for shame but sometimes I get anxious. Carla: I'm always desiring you, but sometimes I think you don't desire me--- Yui: That's not like that! Carla: *Laugh* Then show me the love you feel for me--- Yui: *Blushes* O-okay. ...So, could you close your eyes? Carla: Why? I always want to look at your face YuI: ...It's because it's embarrassing. Carla: --I see. Which means that your love is less than you shame. Yui: uhh... Yui: (If he says that to me then I won't be able to ask him anything else...) Carla: Yui---... Yui: Okay... So---... *Kiss* Carla: Mm... *laugh* It's childish kiss Yui: I-I'm sorry. But that was my best Carla: Well, it doesn't matter. Since you begged, I will wait for you

*Screen vibrates*

Yui: Kya!? Carla: Then, since you did good, I will give you a reward... Yui: Eh...? Carla: Although you're satisfied with a childish kiss, unfortunately it's not enough for me Carla: It's not enough just pretending to be brave Yui: Pretending to be brave you say... wait, when you said you were anxious was a lie? Carla: Who knows? I will let you think about it yourself. I will show you that you can understand me even if it's not with words. Yui: ---I-I will do my best... Carla: The things I can't say are the ones that get me the most anxious. But hey, I will have a positive attitude Carla: Now, I will guide you. Leave your body to me. *Kiss* Mm--- ~The ennnddd~~

ESPAÑOL~

Lugar: Habitación de Carla.

*Yui abre la puerta*

Yui: Disculpa, Carla-san. ¿Tienes un momento? Espera... Carla: *Durmiendo* ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Yui: (Ah... esta durmiendo en el sofá. ---¿Tal vez está cansado?) Yui: (Mi asunto no necesita ser atendido en este momento, así que me quedaré a su lado hasta que despierte.) Yui: (Pero aún así...) Yui: (Cuando lo vuelvo a mirar, Carla-san es una persona muy hermosa. Roba mi mirada---) Carla: ... ... ... ... Yui: (Pensando en ello, el poder compartir los mismos sentimientos con esa persona es extraño) Yui: (La razón por la que me empezó a gustar no fue porque él es hermoso, pero...) Yui: *Sonrojada* *Suspira* Yui: (Es tan hermoso que suspiro. Hay veces en las que quiero besarlo...) Yui: (Pero una vez que esta hermosa persona me mira, besarlo se hace tan vergonzoso que no puedo hacerlo...) Yui: Carla-san realmente no sabe cuán hermoso es, y lo mucho que a mi me gusta. Carla: ... ... ... ... Yui: Es por eso que cuando quiero besarte... estoy tan nerviosa que no puedo hacerlo. Yui: ...Oye, Carla-san. ¿Lo sabes? Yui: ¿O tal vez ya que eres tú lo sabes y te burlas de mí? Carla: ... ... ... ... Yui: Pero aún así, con el tiempo, daré lo mejor de mí para responderte... Yui: Espérame, ¿sí? Yui: No es como si no quisiera besarte, ¿sabes? Carla: ... ... ... ... Yui: (...Si es ahora, ¿tal vez si pueda besarlo---?) Yui: Esta bien... ¿si lo hago en sus mejillas? Yui: Carla-san... te amo-- *Lo besa* Carla: --Yo también. Yui: ¿¡EH---!? Yui: *Sonrojada* ¿C-carla-san? ¿Estabas despierto? H-hace cuanto que lo estabas-- Carla: Desde que entraste a la habitación. Ya que estaba dormido fue fácil imitarlo. Yui: A-algo así---! Yo---... Yui: (¡Le dije un montón de cosas! ¡Que vergüenza...!) Carla: Puedo hacer desaparecer tu frustración si lo quieres, ¿sabes? Yui: ¡N-no es eso! No estoy frustrada--- Carla: Pero tú dijiste que no es como si no quisieras besarme, ¿no es así? Yui: *Sonrojo* !! Carla: *Risa* También dijiste que yo no sé cuan profundo tú me amas. ...Entonces, enséñame Yui: E-eso es---... Carla: ¿Qué sucede? ¿O tal vez todo lo que dijiste hace un momento eran mentiras? Yui: ¡N-no fue mentira! ...Pero, yo había dicho que también me esperaras, ¿no es así? Carla: Por supuesto, siempre te estoy mirando. Estoy esperando que seas muy perseverante con esto. Yui: ¿Eh---...? Carla: La verdad es que quiero empujarte sobre este sofá y enseñarle a tu cuerpo cuanto te amo. Yui: *ROJA* ! Carla: Pero estoy suprimiendo ese impulso. Así que espero alguna acción de ti. Por supuesto que vas a corresponderme, ¿no es así? Yui: Eso es---... Carla: Yui... Yo quiero saber la profundidad de tu amor. Cuan profundo tú piensas de mí. Carla: --Esto que no he dicho por vergüenza, pero a veces me pongo ansioso. Carla. Yo siempre te deseo, pero a veces pienso que tú no lo haces--- Yui: ¡Eso no es así! Carla: *Risa* Entonces muéstrame de frente el amor que tienes por mi--- Yui: *Sonrojo* E-esta bien. ...Entonces, ¿podrías cerrar los ojos? Carla: ¿Por qué? Yo siempre quiero mirar tu cara YuI: ...Es porque es vergonzoso. Carla: --Ya veo. Lo que significa que tú amor es inferior a la vergüenza Yui: uhh... Yui: (Si me dice eso entonces no podré pedirle nada más...) Carla: Yui---... Yui: Esta bien... Entonces---... Carla: Mm... *risa* es un beso de niños Yui: L-lo siento. Pero eso fue lo mejor que pude dar Carla: Bueno, no importa. Ya que lo rogaste, entonces te esperaré

*Pantalla vibra*

Yui: ¡¿Kya!? Carla: Entonces, ya que lo hiciste bien te daré una recompensa... Yui: Eh...? Carla: Aunque tú estés satisfecha con un beso de niños, desgraciadamente no es suficiente para mí Carla: No es suficiente con pretender ser valiente Yui: Pretender ser valiente dices... espera, cuando dijiste que estabas ansioso fue una mentira? Carla: Quien sabe? Dejaré que tú misma lo pienses. Te mostraré que puedes entenderme aunque no sea con palabras Yui: ---M-me esforzaré... Carla: Las cosas que no puedo decir son las que más ansioso me ponen. Pero bueno, tendré una actitud positiva Carla: Ahora, yo te guiaré. Déjame tú cuerpo a mí. *Beso* Mm---...

~Fin del heaven 2~

#diabolik lovers #lost eden #traduccion #translation #carla tsukinami #diabolik lovers en español #diabolik lovers lost eden #tsukinami carla #dialovers

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apirateandaprincess · 8 years ago

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So im gonna give scene analysis a go because i havent loved an episode this much all season.

So here it goes.

Killian quite literally running down hill. Such a good representation of his arc. We got so much angst and this episode is going to be the come down to all of it. The settling.

And just like his past created the the beginning of the climb to this story/arc, it’s interesting that in the scene where he is going downhill it is literally because he’s being chased by what could be seen as symbols of his past. Who he was in the past. (Referring to the lost boys).

Lol I love the whole buried Rum line. Very Captain Jack Sparrow-esque

I got someone waiting for me at home. The show IS NOT ACCIDENTALLY THROWING OUT THIS TERM A LOT. It’s done with absolute intention.

I don’t know if we will ever get real backstory on Killian and Tiger Lily but his little smirk he has upon saying her name and the era of confidence has me thinking it isn’t anywhere near as bad as everyone speculated.

Ah and there’s Captain Floor again. I gotta say they really do love messing with this man’s neck.

Nice reference to the fact that Hook is family.

I also dig Charming saying that this is REGINA’S curse. He didn’t differentiate in this moment.

Ugh the Snowing theme song always chokes me up. I love that there Love is enough to snap her out of this. Always a sucker for TL moments.

IT still makes me so giddy that these are real life husband and wife being all romantic on my screen.

Okay BF is stunning. Like damn.

I laugh at the idea that had Charming not said Emma’s name Rumple could still be living mindlessly in the 21st century Storybrooke Regina made.

Ahh Charms saying “I know Hook is out there doing the same for you,” is so important because she needed to hear it and I think Charms knew that. You can see the instant relief in her face as she embraces him. I think it both calmed her and it also solidified that he wasn’t as mad anymore as maybe she was worried he was.

“Skull Rock” nice throw back to the animated version!

Killian’s anger and desperate need at having to get back to Emma, the woman he loves, will always get me in the feels.

I love that fate comes into play when it means creating the chance to save someone you love. There is so many great moments around this idea, this episode. We have Snowing later sacrificing themselves so Emma can get Killian. Which by fates hands will connect her with the weapon she needs to stop the BF. We also see this same fate come into play when Killian ends up in Neverland with the woman (tiger lily) who has the needed weapon. It’s all connected my friends.

20:1, “well I feel sorry for those lads, they don’t stand a chance.” Ah that pirate swag.

I love that the FB all share some significance to season 1. I mean the scene where Regina sends Archie and Pongo to the mines is very reminiscent of season 1. It makes you wonder how much of these moments influenced those moments.

The field of flowers. Hmm well if Regina’s curse and season 1 evilness = 1 found pink flower. And now we’re seeing hundreds. She must really be a big big bad huh?

“NO mother should have to watch their child die,” hmm me thinks someone with a mom on the show might experience just that. SPOILER: my thoughts are Emma but I think she’ll be brought back.

Killian Jones the host of all current hope speeches.

And there he goes again, risking himself to ensure his TL get’s what she needs to live.

A single flower. A symbol that there is always hope. There is always something there that will get you through.

Okay so the scene with Snowing and young emma is really heart breaking. To me it’s not just a conversation of right vs. wrong. But a moment of just decision making. A hard one. And that’s why it was so important to have both sides of it. One side represented by Charms the other by Snow. It was the same conversation the audience would be having. So it fit well. But this scene was also meant to contrast what is coming next. It was also really nice to see that second chances run in romances. Ayyyee. That rhymed. But seriously Snowing and Captain Swan really do parallel the crap out of each other. The second good byes, the second reunions. Sometimes things happen more than once before they stick.

And his fricken shadow caressed her face and im dead on the floor. I love that it kind of parallels the scene where Charms touched Snows hand and it was enough to just catapult a shift in emotion.

And here we have the scene the FB’s were built for. One of them at least. Snow giving Emma the potion to bring back her love. TO have that happiness. To not have to wait. To do something for herself. EVERYTHING in contrast to what was done when they saw her through that door earlier, comes down to this moment. Snow is making the other choice. And it will pay off.

My understanding of that potion by the way, is that the one seeking their true love has to use it. So Im under the impression that everyone who will be mad at Emma for using it cant really be mad anyways? Because Snow has already passed out before she has a chance to use it.

Also can we talk about how Snow knows that to win this battle. To fight this big fight, Killian has to be there. He’s part of what matters most to her and without that she wont be at her strongest. In a way Snow is once again doing what’s right by the people. She’s not only giving her daughter a chance but by letting her get Killian back and allowing her to have that person by her side for that fight, she is also potentially saving the town.

Everything was just so perfect in that second that he saw her face. He was both scared and surprised and relieved at the same time that he saw her. And then not a second later he is warning Tiger Lily to run and again thinking about those other than himself. Here comes the full circle arc guys. I can feel it.

Tiger Lily’s little happy smirk makes me happy.

ALSO can we talk about how the last time they were in Neverland together everything was different. He felt like an orphan and had no family. Emma felt like an orphan. She was running away from him. He was declaring that he would one day win her heart because she’d WANT HIM. And now we have them both, with their families and each other, no where near alone and he has won her heart and she is running towards him and not only does she WANT HIM SHE AGREES TO SPEND ETERNITY WITH HIM BECAUSE SHE NEEDS HIM. THEY NEED EACH OTHER!! *loud screaching*

.2 seconds. Count with me. .2 seconds until Killian apologizes and gets right back to where he left off. This is so vital. So important. He’s tired of waiting. He wants to be different and he knows he is. He doesn’t want to waste time thinking about himself. He wants to get that truth of his and that apology out there because that’s what he’s been dying to say to her this entire time. Redemption arc! Redemption arc! You can even see Emma in my mind, taken a bit by surprise. He’s hurting and he doesn’t care. He needs to talk to her and clear the air. This is a clear showcasing of what he’s learned and what he finds important and Emma sees that.

He also owns up to the fact that he considered running away. He owns it. He didn’t have to but he did.

The change off is so so good here. Emma’s line of “lets go get you cleaned off” showing where her concern in this moment lies. On his wellbeing. On his feeling whole. And his reluctance because he needs her to know that he loves her. That he wants to marry her. That she will never ever ever be alone and need to worry about him leaving ever again because he will always be with her by her side. (His concerns lying on her wellbeing, and her feeling whole).

Second proposal. SECOND FRICKING PROPOSAL. AND IM UGLY CRYING. DEAD AND ALIVE AT THE SAME TIME. My god. The single tear. The fact that they both had a chance to now ask each other.

They’re both so vulnerable and delicate and AWARE of the stakes of life here. And it just guts me in the best kind of way.

MARK MY MAN. THAT MUSIC THOOOOOOOOO AH.

And again .2 seconds later he wants to know where her parents are because homeboy is not playing. He’s not messing things up this time. He knows who is important to him and how keeping them means being honest with them and he needs to talk to his bro before anything else. And make sure that the full truth is out there and that he is 100 percent the man he needs and wants and knows he can be and REDEMPTION ARC! REDEMPTION ARC!

Ah holding hands while walking to Emma’s parents.

.2 seconds my friends. This is what i’m talking about the closing of a redemption arc. He is wasting no time owning up to everything, making amends for everything. Not only is Killian a vital part in breaking the curse. But he is the first step in making it happen. He is using his ACTIONS in CURRENT TIME to make amends for his ACTIONS of the PAST. All this is on purpose and it’s what makes this such a good redemption arc. I mean seriously who does a redemption arc better than Killian mother f’n Jones.

I loved Killian and Emma’s little smile at Leroy. Especially sense they have a spotted past with him haha.

Idk why that little look on Emma and Killian’s face gets me. The one right after Granny takes a sip. It’s like Emma is seeing what he waiting until she was 28 to find her parents really did. It brought these people together. It made this group. These friendships. It was worth something. And Killian is just looking like he is desperately waiting for his bro to resurface. He needs the chance to Look David in the face and own what he did and make sure he knows that he is sorry.

^^ Point: Colin and Jen are fantastic fricken actors. I will follow their careers until i’m probs dead.

I love the whole Season 1 feeling of Snow waking up, only now they are next to each other. Im a sucka for some parallels.

And here’s another contrast point to the FB. This moment. Where they wake up and see what everyone has done for them is to show Snowing and the audience that when you help others they will return the favor. It won’t go unnoticed.

Emma and Killian look so regal laying there haha.

Also David rushing to his daughter has my eyes rushing with tears ya feel.

Anyone else get a little father daughter feeling when Emma woke up at Charms touch. I could imagine him waking her up for school in the morning as a little girl when I watched this.

And CHARMS HAND REACHES TO HELP KILLIAN UP AND IM DEAD. IM ABSOLUTELY DEAD. Like the symbolism. Killian is still down because Charming needs to know how he feels. How he’s sorry. And now Charming is lifting him up and they are eye to eye and here it comes. The man who he inadvertently hurt is the man helping him to his feet. Coming to his hand and his rescue. And Killian is given the chance to finally say what needs to be said and HE TAKES IT. OF COURSE HE DOES.

Can I also holla at the parallel shot (like literally parallel) of Emma and Snow looking at each other right next to Killian and David looking at each other. The newly engaged and the parents. In an actual parallel. I mean can you scream symbolism because I can “SYMBOLISMMM!”

Can I also point out that Killian is still scared. It’s not going to hinder him from being the good man we know he is. But he is scared. He tells David that he guesses “Emma didn’t tell [him his] secret.” And this line doesn’t have anything to do with Emma it has to do with Killian thinking there is no way Charms would help him to his feet and ensure his safety if he knew. Because how could he be forgiven so fast. How could something he was so ashamed of and so terrified of acknowledging and scared of knowing yet alone saying be forgiven. This is the bow on the top of a very important package.

I love everything about this scene. Charming saying that Hook is a changed man. Ensuring not only him but the audience. Charming had a lesson this episode about the past. He knows that once was is far away from what now is. And the way he looks at Emma as he says Hook has changed. Ensuring his daughter that all is well. That he is still supporting their marriage and love and happiness and Emma’s knowing look. That look that says “these are my parents and I love them. I love who they are.” Is the best. And i’m in tears again.

“No matter what she does you will not face her alone.” This is so important. Because let’s be honest. Of course Emma is scared of the battle. But what has always scared her more than some big bad has been who will be there by her side when this darkness comes (Whether its the darkness of being an orphan or a literal dark one). Emma has her family. She has come full circle too. She isn’t alone and never will be again.

AH Gideon kept a flower alive. You go my dude.

Can we also talk about the contrast in family dynamics. Rumples whole family is a mixture of people chosing to love each other and being forced to obey each other in some weird representation of false love. Meanwhile the charms-mills-swan-jones/town is having one big huge family moment. In which people are actively choosing, with their hearts, to be a part of this family that was built out of love and respect and forgiveness and sacrifice. They contrasts are on purpose. And it’s glorious.

Honestly this episode was so good. This is long because I had many feelings. Sorry not sorry. haha.

Im ded.

#captain swan #snowing #ouat #ouat spoilers

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eienias20 · 8 years ago

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Coffee Date

Having promised to get together for a cup of coffee in New Los Angeles, Jaynix and @phoenixfireartists‘ Athena meet to do just that.

Eienias || Jaynix

Another day in New Los Angeles brought forth another seemingly endless list of possibilities. For Jaynix there was a lot to do, granted she spent most of her time out in the field putting away mission after mission...but today was different.

Whistling to herself she strolled through the Commercial District. It's been a while since the camping trip with Athena, Zack, Mavis and Xenth and with the busy schedules BLADEs had it really was no surprise it took some time before she and the woman she was meeting found some conjoined free time. Stopping by several of the stores, Jaynix took in the varied scents and smiled.

Athena was a good friend. She'd learned a lot about her during the camping trip and shared a lot about herself as well. It was a quite the weight lifted...and since then she's been excited to get together with the other woman.

"Now...which place was it again? I should come out for coffee more often, familiarize myself with all this..."

Tapping her chin, she began surveying her surroundings, looking for that familiar face.

Art || Athena

The sun beat down on Athena as she tapped her finger away on the table at the cafe. A cool breeze blew by, messing with Athena's hair a bit. She had the day off, which was a miracle to behold since she rarely got days off, and she decided to finally have that coffee date with Jaynix. Looking at her comm device again, she looked at the time and then turned it off again. "Just where is she?" she muttered to herself.

Eienias || Jaynix

Continuing down the street, Jaynix made note of the names of all the places for future reference before finally seeing her, unable to stop herself from exclaiming...

"Athena!"

Smiling, she jogged the rest of the way to the table.

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry. All this time waiting to finally meet up and I'm late. My bad."

Jaynix chuckles, rubbing the back of her head.

"Shit. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

Art || Athena

The voice of the Fiery Corporal made it to Athena's ears as she saw the Interceptor jog over to Athena's table. The Mediator smiled a bit, glad to see that her friend has finally come, as promised.

"It's alright, Jaynix. you didn't keep me waiting that long," she stated, "I guess you don't come over here often, do you?"

Eienias || Jaynix

Jaynix shook her head.

"No. I mean...some times. My brother usually drags me along y'know...get out of the house sort of attitude and Ni Zain's a friend of mine but other than that..."

Jaynix pulled out the seat across from Athena, sitting down she looked back at her friend and smiled.

"Glad to know I'm only a little late...but what about you? How have things been since the camping trip?"

Art || Athena

"Things have been pretty good, actually. I just got back from another trip to Noctilum and have talked with Ceres a bit more. Not much after that, though."

A waitress came up to the two ladies and placed menus out in front of them. "I'll be back to take your order in a few minutes," she said, and soon walked off.

Eienias || Jaynix

"Good huh? Well that's the best damn news one can give another if I do say so myself. Things aren't usually good or normal around here...so that's a relief..."

Taking the menu, Jaynix nodded and thanked the departing waitress before opening it up and giving it a quick read through.

"Hm...goin to new places always leaves me at a loss of what to get..."

Jaynix dropped her voice a bit before asking.

"Is it...odd? Being able to just...mention Ceres around people?"

Art || Athena

"For all people know, Ceres is just someone I talk to, a friend. Nobody else knows who she actually is except for a few BLADEs," she stated in a hushed voice.

It did feel weird, though, talking about Ceres in the public eye and not getting asked as to who she is. But she was thankful no one else asked about her.

"I always get a cup of tea here and a pastry. I'm not much of a coffee person." She set down the menu, knowing what she wanted to order. "Anyway, what about you? Anything happen since we last met?"

Eienias || Jaynix

Jaynix looked continued glancing over the menu, nodding as Athena spoke.

"Smart way to go about doing it. She's just a friend...that so happens to be...well...yeah."

Jaynix eyed some of the pastries, nodding to herself before looking up at Athena.

"Anything happen? Not much just..."

Her voice trailed off, as she recalled what's happened since the camping trip. Oblivia. Again. And Dadaan. Again. And everything that followed.

"...well...I'm not sure how to put this but...I uh...rough mission...half my team almost...died...yeah...yeah..."

Art || Athena

She sighed and looked Jaynix dead in the eyes, sympathy hidden within them.

"Do you want to talk about it, Jaynix? I've heard talking about your problems makes you feel better. And as a Mediator, it is my duty to make sure all people, civilian or BLADE or xeno, are okay with how things are."

Eienias || Jaynix

Jaynix could only shrug.

"I don't know...it's been a while since then. I know talking about it could help but...I just...it's difficult for me. These things always are even though they shouldn't be..."

Jaynix waited, tapping the edges of the menu.

"They're fine now but...during it...unlike with the Ictus I was never in harm's way but seeing people I care so much about and love..."

She shook her head, her rage building inside her, pushing all the other emotions clouding her voice.

"I wish that when you and I and the rest of our team had killed Dadaan, the fucker had stayed dead...if he comes back again I'll run over to Oblivia myself and slit his fucking throat."

Art || Athena

She listened to Jaynix speak about the fight with Dadaan, the Strongest Prone. And with every word she spoke, she could feel the fear and rage in her voice. Every syllable was hissed out with a hatred to this Prone man. And Athena remembers that they killed Dadaan the first time. So how did he come back?

"The Ganglion probably found a way to bring him back from the dead..." she muttered to herself before looking at Jaynix, "Either that or some form of advanced medicine that we do not understand or have yet. Either way, if Dadaan came back, he'll just cause more trouble than before."

She shook her head before speaking again. "We'll get him back, Jaynix. Don't worry about it. For now, I wanted to ask you something."

She didn't know how Jaynix would react to her knowing this, but Athena did have a goddess sharing her body, after all. "Do you want to tell me about what happened with Pongo in Cocytios?"

Eienias || Jaynix

Jaynix nodded, feeling the rage simmer down. As the fires died she let out a long breath, already feeling a tad exhausted.

"I want him to come back. I want to make him suffer more. I have to..."

Closing her eyes, she took another deep breath before hearing Athena's question.

"Pongo? In Cocytios? How would you know about...that..."

Jaynix waited a few moments as a rather obvious connection was made. She could only nod.

"Right, um...I...Pongo swore me to secrecy about that Athena. I can't just...then again if you're asking then I assume you know about Pongo...and about him..."

Art || Athena

"I know about Mira, Jaynix. And Ceres is out to get him for good." Her tone was serious and her voice proved it. She knew about Pongo and Mira residing within him.

"I met him after Cain and I hosted this costume party around Halloween. The next day, I met him out in Cauldros. He was looking for Octopus Regulators and I went out to see how Vortice was doing. Don't ask why I went to see Vortice. That's a story for another time."

She paused, then continued. "His eyes kept switching from those usual indigo ones to a pure white. I had Ceres take over my body to heal him. And she did...but she also unleashed Mira to her in the process. He wanted her dead. He wanted all of humanity dead. And I still don't know why he does, dammit!"

Her fist slams itself on the table. Several people look over at her, wondering what happened. Athena hesitated for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Even I sometimes cannot control my anger for those I do not like, it seems..."

Eienias || Jaynix

Jaynix listens to Athena's stories, recalling what Pongo said. Mira has gotten out before and done...things. It should've been more obvious given Mira is the planet's sentient self and Ceres is the Goddess, of course they'd know about each other in some way. Reaching over, Jaynix put one of her hands on Athena's.

"Believe me. I know all about that..."

She smiled at Athena before pulling her hand away and sitting back, thinking on what happened in Cocytios.

"Well...Pongo seemed normal when I first joined up with him but then I started noticing a few...odd things. He seemed really weak and tired. Didn't have his usual energy. His eyes shifted colors and eventually that thing. Mira. Came out and stated that it wanted to kill me."

She recalled how odd that moment was, seeing the kind Pongo exude such...anger and rage. The hatred Mira let off rivaled her own when things got bad...and even then she's never felt the urge to just murder everyone around her. She prayed she never would.

"Pongo was able to push through and regain control of his body...he told me all about how he came to be and what Mira is exactly. From what Pongo says, one of the reasons Mira is upset is Miranium. Mira needs it, it's his strength. His power. And all of us mining it is diminishing that. Hell, nothing we humans are doing seems to be pleasing him...I know I didn't help by drawing my blade and threatening him but I figured once you open with 'I'll kill you first' there's nowhere to go but down from there..."

Jaynix narrowed her eyes, remembering Mira drawing Pongo's photon saber. How would that fight have gone? Would the day come where she would find out?

Art || Athena

"Miranium mining? That is how we've managed to upset it? Just mining for resources?" Athena was a little shocked by this. Even though she had a goddess within her body, she never felt the energy drain from Ceres due to the lessening amounts of Miranium.

"If we possibly find another way to get energy, maybe we can upset him less. But as far as resources are concerned for building materials and tools and metals, we're still gonna need Miranium for those things until we either run out or find a way to fabricate metals."

The waitress finally came back and penciled in thier orders. "I'll have your drinks and food in a bit," she stated simply before she skipped back off to another customer. "Makes it hard to beileve we've survived for so long without Mira ravaging on us, don't you think?"

Eienias || Jaynix

"If we're being honest. Larger wars and conflicts have been started over less..."

She thanked the waitress again before turning her attention to Athena.

"I had the same thought. Realistically speaking, we need Miranium. It's unimaginably useful. Only idealists would demand that we immediately cease all use of it and find some other way to continue living here...we spent a lot of time on Earth with similar problems...this isn't gonna fix itself anytime soon and having an angry planet trying to kill us isn't going to make finding any solution any easier."

Jaynix crossed her arms, continuing to think this situation over.

"The only reason I think he hasn't ravaged us the same reason he's angry with us. Miranium. Come to think of it...if Mira is the planet...it could be possible that we aren't just weakening him but this very planet too...Pongo didn't say anything about that but...it's a thought to have."

Art || Athena

She nodded in agreement. "If I may be honest with you, I have not never dealt with something like this before. Even back on Earth, those that were deemed 'vessels' by that bloody bastard, Manchester, had psychological aspects and problems just like Mira did. And it showed in their behavior. They became restless, rage-induced, animalistic. They would stop at nothing to get what they wanted in life. And I feel like Mira wanting us dead may be the only way it might find peace..."

The thought scared her, badly. She never thought this dark before, and she knew it. But it was better to let it all out that having it be bottled up and kept deep within her for all eternity until she exploded into a sea of rage and anger. "Maybe one day we'll figure out a way for Mira to calm down..." Her eyes shifted colors, from silver to gold. "Yes...maybe one day he will find peace..." Ceres stated before Athena's eyes went back to their silver color.

Eienias || Jaynix

"Hearing about the things you've gone through back on Earth...I wish I could've helped...I wish my Unit could've been on that case...you and whoever else had done what was done to you...I wish I had words to say for you. Words that could mean...something, but I don't. I understand wanting peace of mind...but if it comes at the cost of killing all of us, then we can't grant him what he wants."

Jaynix took a deep breath, listening to the voice of Athena and of Ceres, a small smile coming to her face.

"At the very least, Ceres wants...unity. A peace between all of us...at our core I'd like to think that's what everyone wants..."

Jaynix fell silent for a bit before snapping her fingers.

"There was one more thing. Pongo said Mira has emerged from within him multiple times...yet something about when it happened in Cocytios was different. Even if he tried to describe it to me I don't think I'd understand but...it was different. Pongo said that he felt...at home in Cocytios. More comfortable there...I have a feeling the region was almost bringing him there. I'm not sure what it all means but it's food for thought...hell, Cocytios was also the first time Pongo actually held Mira back..."

Art || Athena

"Perhaps that was where Pongo was...born, maybe? I do not know the exact details of how he was born, but Ceres did say to me once that Pongo was created by Mira as a vessel. He was never really from Earth to begin with. Perhaps that is why he is always quoting something from Earth..."

Athena couldn't help but chuckle a bit at her last statement. "He's curious about our culture, yet he looks like he should belong to our society of humans. I get the deepest feeling that he feels like an outcast against the majority of humanity. Those that were born normal and lead actual lives. Unlike some of us who spent some of our lives as lab rats for government-funded projects that we had no say in..."

Eienias || Jaynix

Jaynix couldn't help but chuckle.

"I asked him the same thing...about being born. He only remembers a pitch black place, blue light and feeling angry...beyond that, he's at a loss. That said, I still believe Cocytios means something to him...just not sure what yet..."

Jaynix continued to tap her fingers against the table, listening to Athena talk about Pongo...and also a little bit about herself.

"I spend a lot of time around Pongo...he never seems to me like he doesn't feel like he belongs. But maybe that speaks more for my inability to really read him. I don't know. I mean, I know now this stressful secret he has, but beyond that he seems happy. He wants to know. Not just about us, but about Mira and about why..."

"...and Athena, the time you spent with those people may not have been ideal. Shit, it wasn't. Not in the least. But you made it out. You're here and you're married...you fought for this life you have...it's heartwarming to see someone rise above adversity and find happiness and stability..."

Jaynix smiled at Athena, her gaze faltering for a few moments as she thought about herself. Pushing the thoughts away she nodded at Athena, hoping she could convey whatever else she needed to, through her eyes.

Art || Athena

A smile tugged on Athena's lips.

"Thank you, Jaynix. You're probably one of my most trustworthy friends and I can respect you for that. Your loyalty to others radiates off of you like the heat of a fire: warm and welcoming. I couldn't ask for a better friend."

She then decided to change topics. "So, have you seen that psychologist I mentioned ever since the camping trip? I've been meaning to ask him about you, but I've been busy, so I haven't had time so ask."

Eienias || Jaynix

Jaynix's eyes widened at Athena's statements, she found her heart pounding and...even her cheeks were growing warm. Unsure of what to do she looked away from Athena and brushed some of her hair behind her ear.

"I uh...th-thank you, Athena...no one...ever...thank you."

Jaynix knew she should say something about Athena...she doubted the other woman was expecting a return of deep and meaningful compliments but she felt she should. Any plans to do so were derailed by her next question. Jaynix remained silent for far longer than she should have before finally speaking.

"I did...a few days after coming back from the trip I went by..."

She looked down briefly before facing her companion again.

"...once...and I didn't like how I felt during the session...at all! I just...I didn't like it! So I..."

She fell silent again, unable to continue, expecting disappointment and all manner of emotions to follow.

Art || Athena

"You haven't gone back yet, I presume?" Athena placed both hands on the table and looked at Jaynix. She thought Jaynix might not like the sessions, but it was at least a try. She sighed.

Before she could mutter another word, the waitress finally came with their orders. "Anything else I can do for you?" the waitress asked. Athena shook her head, "Not at the moment. Thank you, though."

Eienias || Jaynix

Jaynix looked up at Athena, her expression unlike that of a child waiting to be scolded.

"No. I...I left in the middle of the first session...couldn't even finish that...I'm pathetic..."

Jaynix put on her best smile for the waitress as she left them their food before leaving. She looked to her coffee, a caramel macchiato. Recalling her and Pongo's 'game' in Cocytios and everything they shared. Needing some semblance of comfort she picks it up and takes a long drink.

Art || Athena

Athena takes a sip of her tea before speaking again. "I shouldn't have brought up the session, then. I just thought it would help with your PTSD. Guess I was wrong..."

The melancholy in her eyes was back again, showing itself very prominently. "Just like all the other times I've been wrong in my life..."

A small chuckle escaped her lips. "Heh...you would think a prodigy kid would not be prone to mistakes. And yet I am living proof that they can screw up...screw up a lot..."

Eienias || Jaynix

Jaynix looks to her friend and shakes her head.

"Don't think like that Athena...you were absolutely right! I need help. I know I do. I've known since...well...it's been a while. I've been afflicted with and fighting with my PTSD and traumas all on my own since I woke up in Noctilum...but having you. Pongo. Aevi. Zack. Draco. Kruse...you help me...you do...that's what you were trying to do in Noctilum, around the campfire when I told you about my hallucinations."

"Don't let this weigh on you, you did what any bright, selfless, caring and wonderful individual would do for another...I just...I'm just really hard to deal with."

Jaynix tapped her fingers against her drink, her feet tapping against the ground as well. All this nervous energy was beginning to become too much for her. She couldn't stop fidgeting.

"Athena. It's such an old and tired saying...but it still rings true. Nobody's perfect. Even prodigies make mistakes. That said, I really don't see this as one. I refuse to believe you looking out for me to be a mistake. In the end, you were right. I had to talk to someone...someone just wound up being Pongo...but it was you adding on your concern, your point that I have to talk about it and open up that convinced me to do so...again, I have to say. Thank you, Athena."

Art || Athena

Another smile tugs at Athena's lips as she looks at the Fiery Corporal again. "Thank you again, Jaynix. My words still ring true. You truly are a loyal friend."

She took a bite out of the muffin she also ordered before speaking again. "How is Draco, if you don't mind me asking? I've been wanting to talk with him again, but like I said before, I've been busy."

Eienias || Jaynix

Jaynix allows herself to smile in relief before picking up her own sweet pastry and taking a big bite just as Athena asks about Draco. Chewing, Jaynix thinks over her response. With a swallow, she can't fight off a laugh.

"That's really good...um...Draco...he's alive. Which is the best news...I really thought he was dead back in Oblivia but I refused to let myself believe it...I had to hold onto the hope he wasn't...and he isn't...that said...I haven't spoken with him since."

Art || Athena ||

"Well, here's hoping that he's alright, right?" She raises her cup into the air. "A toast to us for becoming friends and for somehow surviving on this planet." She couldn't help but let out a bit of a laugh.

Eienias || Jaynix

Jaynix raises her cup up as well, tapping it against Athena's before taking a long drink. Chuckling she speaks.

"I'm glad we're friends. I really am. And on days like this I'm truly grateful to still be alive."

Taking another bite from her pastry she decides to ask.

"You've got any plans after our little date here?"

Art || Athena || Nyx

"Not really," she says after taking another sip from her tea.

"However I have this feeling Cain is gonna get it the next time I see him. I know something happened while I was gone..."

She soon gets up the minute the waitress leaves the bill. Athena pays her half of the bill before taking off. "Enjoy the rest of your day, Jaynix!" she states before she takes off.

Eienias || Jaynix

Jaynix nods at Athena, smirking.

"Married life. You just know these things right?"

Chuckling, Jaynix takes her pills out, downing two as always before paying her half of the bill. Standing she does a few stretches.

"If he ends up deserving somethin or other, give him an extra one from me! Have a great day Athena!"

Looking down at her no longer fidgeting hands, Jaynix smiles, looking back to Athena's form as the woman walks away, Jaynix nods her head to her, grateful.

Whistling again she turns and departs, deciding that a few missions needed clearing...maybe she'll call Zack in for this batch.

Regardless, she'll be thanking Athena a lot, for making the rest of her day seem brighter than ever.

#xenoblade chronicles x #cross #roleplay #this was an enjoyable bonding rp #jaynix and athena are very close friends now #also athena made jaynix blush #she's got serious skills #fan fiction #fanfiction

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Operation out , part 2

I don’t own OUAT Summary: AU after 1x02: when Henry does not show up in Regina's office, a new plan is needed. A new plan that leads to a burgeoning friendship with Emma Swan and the relationship with her son improving. However, it also indirectly leads to the unravelling of her curse and a new operation: operation out. Will son and mother manage to break the curse together? I will add warnings later( it has nothing graphic or anything, but maybe there is something small) , my brain is not working. I am just too tired.

I have yet to properly reread and edit so sorry for any mistakes or whatever. It is just too late and I am really tired, so I will do that tomorrow.

Enjoy!

For a moment, his bottom lip trembles in a way it has not since that time he accidentally took something from a store and thought that meant he was a criminal facing jail. He stares at her, shakes his head. Is he angry at her for lying, sad because it is actually true, happy that he is right and – no, her little boy would not think like that. He is too good for that.

He opens his mouth several times, she knows him well enough that he is going over sentences in his head, thinking carefully what is the best thing to say (she used to help him with it, when his mind was running with too many thoughts to properly articulate) “ It is a trap” he finally settles on, that distrustful look that had slowly been fading returning with a vengeance. “ As soon as you know whether I still believe, you will sent me back to Archie”

(he only meets Archie now to walk Pongo or just to ask how he is doing)

She is attempting to not sob her heart out, pull her son into her arms, break down like she has not for – gods, she doesn’t even know. “I wish it was like that, that I had not the slightest idea of who I was or the curse was all a fabrication by a very ingenious boy” she swallows, shakes her head. “ But it i-isn’t” .

The silence between them makes it so easy to think about what she stands to lose – him, Emma, any semblance of control or autonomy, her life- if this curse breaks. It makes those impulses return, like a really bad itch and it is so difficult not to scratch. She has to remind herself- Henry and Emma won’t forgive her ( she shuts down the voice that whispers ‘even if you do not darken your heart any further, what makes you think they will accept the parts that are already dark’)

Henry finally speaks again, voice choked. “ So you don’t love me”.

She grabs his hands when angrily swipes at his tears, rubbing hard enough that his skin turns slightly red. “ Henry “ is all she gets out at first, thinking of how to tell him that he is the only thing that could ever fill the part of her heart that was ripped out when she cast the curse, that holding him in her arms was the first time in decades that everything in her just shut up and she felt truly happy. He is named after two people she tortured, killed and crossed realms for and how fitting that is.

He is staring down at the blanket, so she slowly reaches for his chin ( slowly, because these months she has learned that holding on to something too tightly does not make them love you more. Slowly, so he can tell her whether it’s okay or not). She can feel a few tears slip as he lets her. She makes him look into her eyes, smiles tearfully at him. “ Henry, why would I have fought so hard to keep you if I did not love you?”.

“ Because I am – “ he hesitates and she just knows he is – well not lying exactly, but definitely keeping information to himself. She knows how to recognize half-truths and omissions in her son. “ The villains never love”.

She thinks of Maleficent’s eyes when she started darkening her heart more and more- her face was always devoid of emotion, but she never could extend that same indifference to her eyes. She could tell him how wrong he is.

“ I do love you” is all she stresses instead, fighting against every impulse that tells her to hide her tears (she and Henry have actually talked, talks that were like time bombs or mines but that made her understand how bad it is to hide her feeling from him)

He shakes his head. “ Evil does not love”.

Part of her wants to lash out again. “I have committed e- acts that were wrong , but I have also done things right”.

“ You have hurt and k-killed people” he accuses

It is so difficult to not deny it, but then she thinks of the look in Emma’s eyes when she told about her birthparents and presses on. “ I was hurting. I was hurting for a long time and- “.

“ But I don’t understand” he interrupts her, that lip still trembling. He inhales shakily. “ I don’t understand you- the evil queen. Why would she hurt Snow white when Snow is valiant and kind and good? “.

He is looking at her like this is a question as life-changing as ‘what is the purpose of my life’, like it an break or make something, but-

She doesn’t know how to explain. How do you tell a ten-year-old boy of a shadow of a father, a life that is owned by someone else and things done to you that still make you flinch decades and temporarily memory loss later? How do you describe that you kept seeing and hearing things- a necklace cutting into Snow’s neck, her gasps as it strangles her- without losing him forever? How do you describe being so hopeless that you might as well have ripped your own heart out along with your father’s, or the desperate desire for any kind of happy ending. How do you understand both loathing and loving people?

(she fears Henry might know exactly what it feels like to love and loathe someone, if she is even fortunate enough to still have his love).

“Henry, I am not certain whether I should tell you- “.

“ I knew it! You already taking it back- “ she is not sure but it seems like he is hyperventilating. “You do not care that what we have with Emma works and you are going to force me to talk to Archie again and you are going take Emma f-from me”.

It is remarkable how it almost does not hurt anymore that he loves Emma this much ( perhaps it is because she has grown fond of the idiot herself) . It actually hurts more that he looks panicked and in a lot of pain – and she is sure he would be begging her to not take Emma away if he had not inherited her stubbornness.

“No! I would not take miss Swan away from you-“

“ You are calling her miss Swan again! I knew it, you a-are going back to being mean to Emma and you a-are going to send me back to Archie and- we are going to lose our family!”.

He used to crawl into her arms after a nightmare and she hopes she can offer the same comfort now. He is tense for a moment in her arms. She whispers “ Henry, I swear that that is not going to happen” and he slowly relaxes.

He pulls back a little, sniffs and swallows. “ R-really?”.

“ Really. You know, miss- Emma has grown on me. She has become a .. confidante these past months, no matter how far-fetched the idea of it would have been all those months ago”.

“ P-please don’t break her heart. Don’t pull away or start the snide remarks again or call her miss Swan – it hurts her when you distance yourself”.

(she knows. Emma had actually punched a wall once - in reply to the ‘miss Swan’s’ and ice caused by Regina’s panic over the realization that protecting Emma would feel as natural as protecting Henry by now)

There is just one thing that puzzles her.

“Henry.. why do you think I am capable of breaking her heart?” Hearts do not break, they only turn into dust when you are too rough with them.

He pulls back completely, her hands automatically reaching for him before she forces them to drop. He swallows, shrugs. “ You take hearts”.

But that is definitely a lie- not that she takes heart, but that it is what he meant by it. She knows it. Still, she is terrified of the anger returning so she steers the conversation away from something as riddled with mines like that.

“ I do not wish any harm to come to Emma, my darling, I promise”.

He hesitates, stares at her for a long moment. “I don’t think you are lying, but- hurting people is all you do in the book”.

She hesitates, then says “ I read your book”.

“ I know, you asked for the missing pa- “ he suddenly tenses and scoots away from her. “ You want the pages. That is why you are telling me this and have pretended to be – “.

She cuts him off. She cannot bear hearing more of this. “ Henry, it not about the missing pages. It is about how that books only shows me as a one-dimension villain “.

He blinks. “But that is- “

“ Henry, it not like I loathed .. her from the moment I was born. I had dreams and hopes before I ever was as unfortunate as to meet her”.

He stares at her with a thoughtful expression. There is silence for a while, slightly less tense than before.

“ Will you tell me?”.

Regina is already opening her mouth to tell him ‘absolutely not’ when she hesitates. She knows Henry is the kind of person who loves easily, who is kind to nearly everyone, who likes to help people. But he is also an angry ten-year-old who can only see her as a villain right now. And if there is even the slightest chance that hearing her story- without giving too much details, because she would die before ever telling him how exactly her mother forced her to obey- might change this, then it is something she wants to do.

So she does. She tells him of being a young girl and growing up with a mother that constantly told her what and who she had to be, about being forced (how? My mother was a cruel woman , Henry. There was no price high enough to pay to get me on the throne. Please do not ask me to elaborate), about being so very lonely until she met Daniel (she glosses over this part, remembering how bright he used to smile at her makes her want to knock down ‘Mary Margaret’ s door and- well) , about being the bride of a man she did not love, of having to raise the girl that cost her so much, about the empty happiness of those eighteen years, about him and how she almost gave him away but knew she finally had her own happy ending.

“You forgot.. for me?” he whispers. He has moved closer during the story until he leaning against her.

“Yes” she forces the admission out: “ I did not think I could be a mother if I did not”.

“ Why not?”

“ I- “ she thinks about that moment. “I would have seen Mar- “ she is so used to never actually using Snow’s name by now, her curse name leaving a slightly less bitter taste in her mouth. “ Snow regularly and I would have been preoccupied with that familiar anger. If she had smiled, I would have spent time on discovering why and making sure it did not happen again. I would not have been able to completely dedicate myself to being your mother with an even-more-than- usual oblivious Snow constantly thrown into my face”.

It is perhaps too honest, but she all these times the past months, even small lies have made Henry immediately distance himself again.

“”Why did you even curse yourself along with them?”.

“ I did not curse myself”.

“You technically did. I mean, the curse did not take your memories but it did bring you here. Where you had to be with your enemies, for like forever”. He shrugs. “ It is kind of a mediocre plot, really. I mean, could you not have cursed yourself to like Disneyland and left the rest of them here?”.

“ It was the dark curse to end all curses, sweetheart, not a golden ticket hidden in a chocolate bar”.

“ Uh that is Charlie and the chocolate factory. That has nothing to do with Disneyland”.

He yawns. “You still have to finish your story”.

She stares at him; he is not accusing her, telling her she is not ‘his mom’ or even looking especially angry. She could almost fool herself into believing it is just another night-time story, like they used to have.

“And she lived happily ever after with her son… until the day a blonde nuisance crashed her pile of rust into the town sign” she says the last few words with fondness that surprises herself. Henry glares for half a moment, then realizes it is just like when Emma trailed mud over his mother’s floors and Regina kept calling her a “ bad-mannered Neanderthal” as she made her scrub the floors. His mom does not really mean it when she uses insults and Emma seems to get that (mostly; there are some words she reacts to with slammed doors)

Still, he mutters a sleepy “ She is not a nuisance. She does chores and makes both of us laugh and she is really good at getting rid of tension”.

“ I suppose that is true” .

“ You don’t have to pretend you only tolerate her, you are smiling”.

She honestly did not notice. “ I admit I more than tolerate her. Her presence is- .. surprisingly acceptable”.

He gives her that look, the one that makes her feel like a live frog about to be dissected, but surprisingly just nods and says “okay”. He bites his lip nervously , the sound of him inhaling sharply startling in the quiet. “Are you going to try to strengthen the curse again?”.

He is tense now, obviously getting ready to pull (and probably run) away. He is talking faster. “ I know it is breaking. Miss Mary Margaret actually stepped away when Delilah offered her an apple. Sheriff Graham said you had done ‘something’ to him, that it was your fault he felt ‘nothing’. There are suddenly crickets and rain and people are getting a cold. I know. “.

“ My smart boy” .

“ I won’t stop trying to break it” his voice is really small and he subtly moves away a little.

She stares at the comics he has strewn around the room despite her order to clean it. That has not changed. “ No, darling, we are going to ensure it breaks”.

“ Wha- I don’t believe you, you are playing me!” he accuses, leaping away from her. His hand is on the doorknob when she says “ I will lose. But I will lose more if I attempt to keep the curse intact while I know I will only prolong it a little”.

He turns around, very slowly. His hand is still on the doorknob. “ That is why I came to you Henry. Partly because I needed to be honest- but also because you are the only one who can break this curse”.

He grips the doorknob a little tighter. “ Only the saviour can break the curse”.

“and according to the book, everything can only end well if I perish”.

He stumbles, turns deathly pale. “ W-what?”.

“ the saviour will return… the curse will break… and the final battle will begin…” she quotes. She had immediately known what that meant. She had assumed Henry knew as well. “ Henry- do you mean, all this time- “.

“ I thought they would just take your magic and lock you up, no- they’re good! Good guys do not kill” he insists, trembling.

She slowly stands. “ Henry- I know you think of these people as “ she curls her lips and nearly spits out the word “heroes, but that means very little. There have been benevolent monarchs that still murdered, especially if it were threats to their kingdom and their security that were in front of them”.

“ They c-can’t, you c-can’t – “

He struggles to pull himself together, clenches his fists, grits his teeth. “ No. They’re heroes. Heroes don’t – heroes don’t do that”.

She takes a slow step towards him, hyper-aware of how terribly wrong this all can go. “ Henry-“.

“ No! “he half-shouts. He stumbles over his words- “ you- they, it isn’t “ then accuses ‘you’re lying. You must be. You are attempting to make me take your side”.

“ Henry, I promise-“ she starts to say, reaches for him. It is easy to believe there’s magic in this world when her heart feels like it is being crushed: he pulls away, throws open the door and slips downstairs.

She starts to go after him, then is caught off guard by sobs. She takes a moment to compose herself, pressing her face into Henry’s pillow as she cannot stop the tears from sleeping. She wants to start the Mercedes and make another forgetting potion- but the ingredients are gone and whatever care Henry has left for her would forever perish.

When she has managed to make it seem less like she had been helplessly crying , she walks downstairs- only to find him under the blanket she threw over Emma after she fell asleep on the couch. He watches her move with distrustful eyes- thankfully the anger has faded- and approaches the two of them.

She ignores- no, that is not right. This thing she has been doing is not ignoring, not at all. It is recognizing a catastrophe, a mistake of the worst kind. It is pushing down, pushing down that feeling she used to get at the idea of her life with Daniel, how she would plan and think and dream.

She pushes it so deep down she can almost convince herself that it was never there in the first place.

“ Henry- we still need to finish our talk” she says.

He throws his arm protectively over Emma, shakes his head. “I am not going to listen to your lies” .

Six months ago, she would have scolded him and tried to do things her ways anyways. Now, she sighs and says “ they are not lies Henry. I am not manipulating you into anything”.

He wavers. She almost wishes Emma believed, so she could talk about this with her ( but then again, would anything positive exist between them if Emma believed) . “ You are the qu- the evil queen” he whispers.

Next to him, Emma stirs like she does have another superpower that consists of knowing when Regina is hurt.

Henry and she both look at Emma for a while, both of them silent and still until she stops wriggling around and mumbling. Regina looks at Henry. “ I should not have spoken so freely- I” it seems ridiculous now, that her sweet boy could have ever been capable of letting anyone be murdered.

“ You thought I knew?”.

“ I assumed you got to the same conclusion as anyone who reads ‘and then the final battle will become’ “ she smiles before he can speak any of the things that are obviously on the tip of his tongue. “ I should have known you would never consent to murder. You are too good for that”.

“Snow white and prince Charming wouldn’t do something like that” he insists. She notes but chooses not to comment on the tiniest note of doubt in his voice.

“ There are more than heroes or characters in a book, Henry” is all she says, even though she could say so much more. She could talk about executions and the need for self-preservation( how easy it is to hurt others to save or help yourself, even accidentally).

“ they are not the ones who are wrong here” he stubbornly insists, voice rising before he glances at Emma and lowers it again.

She has been starting to wonder about that too lately. But really, when something continues for as long as the feud between her and Snow.. both sides will make mistakes. (and she has always wondered how good Snow white can truly be when she continues running and fighting while she knows that as long as she is alive, entire towns suffer)

“ Even if that is the case, it does not mean that they are the virtuous, heroic leaders they present themselves as. They are not without flaws Henry”.

“ that is what Emma says too. That it is bullshit to –“

“Henry!” she admonishes.

“That is how Emma phrased it. And you have to be angry at me quietly because she is still sleeping”.

Regina narrows her eyes. It could be just Emma forgetting she is not supposed to swear- maybe she was too impassioned, which is possible as the whole hero-villain-white-black thing annoys her to no end but- “ She still claims.. that word is not an expletive… does she?”

“ I am not a tattletale “

“ Anyways, Emma says that it is kind of misleading to see people as fairy characters because they’re one-dimensional according to her. And people are never one-dimensional, there is always more going on. Things are not that simple or all the bad people would be locked up and all the good people would be treated well”.

Emma Swan is truly full of surprises. And of course Regina has heard Emma talk about things like this and of course she knows Emma is actually quite intelligent but still. It sometimes baffles her how – even if Emma is not the most articulate person- she gets a point across quite effectively. And how she is constantly making sure Henry knows that ‘he is a lucky little shit, that is sure’ ( Emma had justified calling Henry a little shit by saying “Regina he threatened to call the police like two minutes after I had met him. He is a great kid- but only a little shit would steal someone’s credit card so he can threaten someone into bringing him into a crazy town”)

She did not let the woman get away unscathed after calling her son a ‘little shit’, of course, but it does not change the fact that Regina gets all these annoying feelings whenever Emma ‘comes to her rescue’.

In fact, she gets the same feelings now; it starts at her stomach, where she can practically feel the butterfly wings, to her heart that reacts like she has suddenly burst into a sprint, to her disobedient mouth that starts to smile and finally there is this incredible glowing feeling like her body is filling with fireflies.

It is really quite bothersome.

“ Why are you smiling like that?” Henry suddenly asks, vaguely suspicious. If she did not know Emma lacked the discipline for it, she might have accused her of researching potions and slipping it into Regina’s drinks: she never spaces out like this.

“ Miss Swan is quite right “.

“ It’s really odd when you revert to calling her miss Swan”.

“Emma is quite right”.

“ Is that truly Regina Mills admitting I am right?” an amused voice says, causing both Henry and Regina to glance at a now- barely- awake Emma Swan.

Regina rolls her eyes. “ I am going to prepare breakfast”

“ NO REALLY WERE YOU ADMITTING THAT I AM RIGHT? “.

She smiles as she can hear Henry say “ You just insulted your own intelligence”. He is using the exact tone she frequently uses when dealing with complaining townsfolk.

“ How did I insult my own intelligence kid? It is pretty normal for me to think I am still dreaming when such a special thing as your mom admitting I am right happens”.

“ Like, you needed validation that you were right. So you are insinuating that you are almost never right”.

“ I am right often enough, your mother just never admits I am”.

The sounds slowly fade away as she enters the kitchen and turns on the stereo she keeps there. Listening to classical music makes cooking easier somehow, she is more focused and enjoys every small act more. Besides, music like ‘Carmina Burana’ has always been one of the closest things this world has to offer to magic (it can prompt feelings as intense as magic would cause, with less of the heart-darkening consequences)

She is sliding the third pancake on a plate when Emma enters the kitchen and tries to take a piece of it. She slaps the hand away with the first item she can get her hands on. Emma glares at the spoon, then tries to reach for the golden-brown pancake again. Thuk!

“ Regina, will you stop that already jeez”.

She brandishes the spoon threateningly “ You will wait until we are seated”.

“ I am a grown woman, I think I will decide for my- ouch! Regina”.

“ It is a spoon , my dear, not a Taser. As soon as I deliver 1200 volts to your body, you are allowed to whine this much”.

Emma throws her a look . “ Your sass is not appreciated this early”.

She smirks. “ So it is appreciated at other times”.

“Lady, do you think I would still be here if I got really annoyed by sass? You and the kid are- Regina stop the hitting seriously”.

She is getting ready to softly hit Emma on her shoulder when she is suddenly grabbed and pulled against a very warm, nice-smelling body. There is a muscular arm keeping her in this position and another grabbing for the spoon. There is a moment of – not this again – as she can immediately feel her heart- the appropriate word might be flutter, how mortifying. Then she realizes what Emma is doing. Oh no, you don’t.

“Miss-“ she wriggles, uselessly. “ Swan- “ she stands on her toes and tries to push/pull herself free” If you not release me this instant- “.

“ Give me the weapon first” Emma laughs.

The laugh changes into stunned silence when Regina changes tactics after another minute of altogether too distracting wriggling- she leans forward and grabs the spoon with her teeth then yanks. She is quite certain that it is only surprise that has Emma yield, the spoon now clutched between her teeth.

She recovers admirably quickly. She is wildly reaching for the one spoon with her only free hand, which is when Regina lurches and pulls herself free. She is thinking she has won when her pulse jumps beneath Emma’s hand on her wrist and she is pulled back to that body.

She can see Emma’s eyes now, feel it every times she breathes (and possibly when her heart flutters like those long eyelashes, or is she imagining that?). She is startled by this , just long enough that she doesn’t react as quickly as usually when Emma lets her go and snatches the spoon from her.

She grimaces as Emma grins before racing away.

Regina glares at the spoon next to Emma’s plate. After placing the towering pile of pancakes on the table- and refusing Emma’s help- she holds up her hand. “ Spoon, now” she orders.

Emma gives a mischievous smile and holds up the spoon. “ I earned this fair and square, so you are not getting it back”.

Regina arches an eyebrow. “ I will give you a choice , Emma” she slowly starts to smirk, which makes Emma narrow her eyes and clutch her spoon tighter. “ The spoon or the pancakes. Which do you want most?”.

Emma rolls her eyes. “You are not going to starve me just because I took one of your spoons”.

“ Starve would imply a long period without eating, my dear, and I am quite certain that you are capable of ordering greasy food at Granny’s”.

Emma stares her down for a moment, then offers her the spoon and sighs “ Just give me the pancakes” she grumbles

She accepts the reluctantly offered spoon, then saunters towards the kitchen. By the time she returns with the rest of the food, Emma and Henry have put pancakes on their plates and drowned them in syrup but aren’t eating yet. It took forever before Emma learned that particular trick.

As soon as she sits down, they are gobbling on their pancakes. She grimaces a little- Emma’s eating habits have improved, but she still has a tendency to say things like ‘it is so good’ with her mouth full- but focuses on her own food. By the time she has actually finished her small waffle, Henry and Emma have moved on to waffles as well.

As soon as she has eaten the fruit and yoghurt that is the rest of her meal, she dabs at her mouth with the napkin and sits back. Emma and Henry are still attacking their food like it will walk away if they wait for too long.

She tries to engage Henry in conversation, but he keeps rebuking it, asking Emma questions instead or just stuffing his face. Her thoughts are only kept away from dangerous territory- like whether Snow would completely snap if she just started hiding apples around town for Snow to stumble on- when there is a silver objects with a golden-brown mashup on it.

Regina glares at it, then at the smiling woman offering it to her. “ I am not polluting my body by eating that’.

Emma rolls her eyes. “ I know you actually do like greasy food Regina, just open your mouth”.

“ Fine, I am opening my mouth- “

“ To eat. Not to scold or give me all these facts about the health dangerous of ‘copious amounts of salt, carbs and sugars’. Honestly, I have seen you eat greasy food so it is also hypocritical”.

“ I occasionally enjoy greasy food. While you seemed to have turned bearclaws into a new food group”.

“ I am only offering you one bite, so you can definitely eat that”.

Regina rolls her eyes, but starts to lean forward. On an impulse , she suddenly gently reaches for Emma’s wrists and pulls the hand towards her. She keeps holding on to it even after she is already chewing on the bits of syrup-and-pancake. She licks her lips, then remarks “ Thank you for offering me some of my own cooking, along with too much syrup that ruins it”.

“ There is no such thing as too much syrup”.

Henry, his mouth full of pancake, nods enthusiastically. She sighs. “ I do not remember my son having a habit of drowning his pancakes in syrup before your arrival”.

Emma offers Regina another bite. She stares at it with contempt for a moment before accepting it. “ I have done a good thing, then” she remarks, smiling.

“ That is debatable. If he gets heart issues, I will know what caused it”.

Regina only realizes what she has said when Emma’s easy smile disappears. A little more than a month after Emma’s arrival, Regina had a weak moment and came very close to crushing Graham’s heart. Somehow, she found it in herself not to but he was still rushed to the hospital for inspection. Emma had already become somewhat friends with him by then, so she had been understandably distressed when the sheriff had suddenly stumbled and started to sweat mid-conversation.

“ My apologies” she stiffly offers.

Emma smiles. It doesn’t reach her eyes. “ It is okay” she quickly eats the last bite, then stands. “ I probably should go anyways, I can hardly let my deputy do all the work” .

Regina stands as well. “ Yes indeed. Playing darts is obviously something that requires two people” she teases.

“ You caught me playing darts one time”.

“ One time too many. That is not what the town pays you for”.

“ I don’t think the town pays you to threaten newcomers either”.

“ I was protecting the town”.

Emma snorts. “ Bullshit”.

“ Do not curse in front-“.

“ It is hardly a curse word. It is literally- I don’t have time for this. Are we still on for tonight?”.

“ As long as you do not suddenly have plans with your snivel-“.

“ Hey, I told you. You don’t need to like MM, but you can’t say shitty things about her”.

“ Fine. If you do not have plans with that.. woman , then yes we are still ‘on’ for tonight”

“ Cool” she walsk over to Henry to ruffle his hair, then squeezes Regina’s arm briefly. “ Don’t terrorize the townspeople, I have to deal with their complains”.

“ Has anyone ever actually complained about me?”.

Emma just throws her jacket on and smiles. Regina has no idea what that smile means. She can already hear the door shut before she can ask however, so instead she turns back to Henry.

Like usually, he is cleaning the table. It is one of the chores he has been doing again and she is relieved to see he is not immediately starting his rebellious behaviour again. This is going better than I expected. She doesn’t know what she expected, although she knows what she feared. Silence or angry words, coming home to find her son gone again, hearing him plead to live at Emma’s… Loathing, basically. And it doesn’t even bear to think on what Henry might do after the curse breaks, even when her mind seems to take great delight in torturing her with the possibilities.

Now, however, her son might not be smiling at her or laughing as he was with Emma but at least he is not glaring at her with outright suspicion and loathing. It gives her just enough hope to follow him to the kitchen and call his name.

“ I have to go to school” he immediately says as he rinses the plates before pushing them in the dishwasher. “ And don’t you have work?”.

“ I- “ she does, but this is far more important. “ do, but we need to discuss this Henry”.

“ Maybe. I have a lot to think about”

It is difficult not to push. “ Fine. But at least promise me we will talk about- “ she does not endorse skipping school, but these are special circumstances. “ Are you certain that you do not want me to call your school?”.

“ I am certain” he looks at her before she can push. “ It’s weird that you admitted it, but I have known about the c- “he hesitates, then steels his resolve. “ the curse forever. I will be fine”.

“ All right, sweetheart” she automatically bends to kiss him on his head. He cringes, but does not pull away. “ I am going to brush my teeth and will walk you to the school bus afterwards”.

“ That is really not necessary” he says.

“Do you not want me to?”.

He shrugs. “ I guess it is okay.” He opens his mouth looking like he wants to ask something, then closes it again. “ Are you going to change again?”.

She stops at the kitchen door. “ What are you talking about , darling?”.

“ After Emma came to town, you changed. Are you going to again now that the curse is breaking”

She knows what he is really asking. Are you going to hurt anyone. “ I am changing Henry. I am trying very hard to be the person you need me to be”.

There is a short hesitation, then a nod. “ I like it. How things have been these past months I mean”.

She doesn’t hesitate at all. “Me too”.

She is just reading a report that is only extraordinary because of how tedious it is – why is it necessary to document every piteous crime in this town again? Perhaps I should craft a law that prohibits the sheriff department to write a report on anything that is too ridiculous or dull – when he pushes in.

“ Henry!” she exclaims.

“ Hi … mom. Do you have some time?”.

She glances at the report, that really is of no consequence, then nods. She opens the drawer and lays the report in it with a little vindictive glee, then gestures at the chair in front of her desk. “ I can ring my secretary if you want anything, dar-“.

He grins as he shows her the kale salad. “ Granny’s” he shoves the kale salad towards her, then places something else on the desk. “ I got myself a chicken wrap. That’s okay, right?”.

“It is fine dear. How long does your break last?”.

He tears off a bit of wrap first, then says “forty minutes. But miss Blanchard did not feel well, so she is going to see the doctor. She thinks it will take about an hour, so almost everyone went home”.

They eat in silence for a while, before Henry places three more things on the table. A cup of coffee for her, a coke for him and …

“ You brought your book” she says, staring down at the familiar ‘once upon a time’ written down on it. Inwardly, her heart is pouncing. Outwardly, she looks mildly curious. “ Why?”.

He places his hands on the book. “ You said you were going to help break the curse, right?”.

She hesitates – is she truly ready to destroy a lifetime of work? Then nods after thinking of comic books and horrid table manners and laughter during movie nights. “ Yes- “ she clears her throat. “ Yes, that is true”.

He beams. “ Perfect. So- “.

He opens the book; there are pages attached to the first ones with paperclips. “ I have identified several stages, with their own purpose. Operation name is red, code names are black and the stages are blue”.

He turns the book towards her, so she can read the bold, red letters:

Operation Out

I actually wrote the last part of chapter one (so the part after Regina/Emma talked in the diner) in a hurry and I am not really satisfied with it. So I thought of rewriting that part, possibly turning them in slightly longer (but not very long) moments such as tiny signs of the unravelling of the curse, Henry/Regina learning how to deal with each other better and Emma/Regina slowly mending their differences. Good idea? Bad idea?

I don’t want to use whole chapters to describe the six months, because the general plot is Regina admitting the curse is real (after six months where she/ Emma slowly became friends & her relationship with Henry improved) and Henry starting a new operation …. (I don’t want to give too many spoilers, but he is not just trying to break the curse, he has more plans than that)

#operation out #season 1 au #swan queen #henry & his operations #Regina/Henry try to break the curse together #I am too tired to improve the summary #will probably do that all tomorrow

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