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mack2732 · 1 year ago
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Cute moment from conners stream tonight with Schlatt where Mr.Toasten made a reappearance (From the SDP Minecraft server)
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cold-red-venom · 2 years ago
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I don't know about their talking voices or the other main six but I feel like Julian and Lucio's singing voices would sound like Tobias Forge (Lucio) from Ghost and Billy Idol, specifically the song Dancing With Myself (Julian)
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charlott2n · 3 months ago
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every king gizzard album is like "what if there was a concept" and every harry nilsson album is like "i miss my dad and ill pull from the great american songbook about it" and every portugal the man album is like "lets do so much fucking acid" and every procol harum album is like "the wizard man is up to some bullshit again" and every frank zappa album is like "arent sex jokes really funny *guitar solo*" and every electric light orchestra album is like "blue rain woman looked out my window" and every kinks album is like "what if there was a concept and it was the seventies" and every supertramp album is like "i dont like the establishment very much but i do like a fine woman" and every pink floyd album is like "i dont like the establishment very much and lets do so much fucking acid" and every jethro tull album is like "your folksy uncle has an important lesson for us" and every clutch album is like "your southern uncle is hungry for guitar riffs" and every styx album is like "lets rock and roll all night" and every uncle acid and the deadbeats album is like "evil knife man is coming to get youuuuu" and every thee oh sees album is like "heres my evil genius whiteboy plan to take over the world musicstyle" and every steely dan album is like "heres some guys" and every muse album is like "have you guys heard of this establishment thing? it kinda sucks" and every goat album is like "ceremony of the blood temple woman's funky dance moves" and every billy joel album is like "hey im walkin he-ah!" and every black angels album is like "im so fucking excited for the vietnam war"
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mama2bears · 5 months ago
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The Storms of Life Chapter 2
Warnings: None...just Tyler and team being sweet
Pairings: Tyler/F. Reader
Chapter 1
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Boone had choose to ride in the van with Lily, giving you room in the front seat and the kids in the back seat. Dexter and Dani followed behind.
“You guys like fireworks?” Tyler asked, peeking into the rear view mirror.
“Boom Boom!” Little Harley shouted.
“They're loud! And Cool!” Billy grinned.
“Ready for a show?” he flashed you a grin.
“You really are going to shoot fireworks off the back of your truck?” you asked.
“Yep. I normally shoot them off in a tornado.”
“You're crazy!” you laugh.
“I've been called worse.” Tyler shrugged with a smile.
Dani and Lily stopped their vehicles on the side of the road, “Here we GO!” Tyler make a sharp left and went flying though a open field stopping towards the middle of it.
“Alright...who wants to hit the BOOM button?” Tyler asked. “ME ME ME!” Both kids raised their hands and he laughed.
“Okay...here's what we will do.” he said. “You both come on up here in the front seat. One of you can sit with me and one of you with your mama.”
Billy crawled over to Tyler and settled in his lap while Harley wanted her mama. “Okay guys..get ready... You both are going to mash this button at the same time...then we're going to jump out of the truck to see the show...sound good?”
“Yeah!!” the kids giggled.
Billy put his hand over the red button first and little Harley put hers on top of her brothers. “one...two...BOOM!” Tyler called.
The kids mashed the button and Tyler and you jumped from the truck, each with one of the kids and watched the fireworks shooting off the truck. “AWESOME!” Billy danced around. “Pretty!” Harley smiled.
Tyler held Billy's hand as he walked over to you. “So...am I still crazy?” he asked.
“Yes!” You laugh, “I never thought anyone would even TRY to shoot fireworks off of their truck. And you do THIS in middle of a tornado?” you ask.
“Yep.” Tyler nodded.
“Boys...you all never grow up.” you laugh.
Tyler shrugged, “Maybe we just know how to have more fun.”
Once the fireworks were over he helped you secure the kids in the backseat again and opened the door for you.
“Thank you.” you nodded.
He jogged around to the drivers side and headed out the field, back to the road. “You guys are going to love my mom. Her name is Cindy. You guys like animals?” he asked.
“Yes...” both kids grinned.
“We have about a hundred acres. It was my granddad's farm and he passed it down to my dad. I suppose someday I'll be running it. We used to raise bulls for the rodeo, but after my dad passed, we just have our pets. Sometimes we might board horses here and there.”
“You live there now?” you asked.
“Yeah. My dad passed a few years back. It's just my mom and me now, so I help her whenever I am not out chasing.” Tyler turned into a long gravel driveway, “Well...here we are.”
He pulled up next to the front porch. Dani and Lily parked the other vehicles behind his truck.
Cindy was standing on the front porch waiting for you. Tyler got out and jogged over, opening the door for you and helping you out, then he opened the back door and lifted each kid out.
Four dogs meet you at the truck with wagging tails, “The shepherd is Flash because he's so fast. The blue heeler is Chase because he loves chasing everything..cats, chickens, goats...you name it. The yellow lab is Jake and the black lab is Bear. They'll all friendly dogs unless you are an animal that don't belong here. They protect the goats and chickens from the coyotes.” Tyler petted each dog as he introduced them.
“Mom, this is Y/N, Billy, and Harley.” he smiled. “Guys, this is my mom, Cindy.”
“Hello. Nice to meet you.” you smile.
“Hi Ms. Cindy.” Billy smiles at her.
“Hi.” Harley says shyly from behind your back.
“Well hello!” she greets you and the kids. “You know what...I was just fixing to make some cookies...who wants to help me?”
“Me!” Billy raised his hand.
“I like rocket rip wookies.” Harley smiled.
“Chocolate Chips are my FAVORITE!” Cindy smiled.
“Hey, if I help do I get cookies too?” Boone asked.
“YOU can have dinner if you help make it.” she shot Boone a playful look, “And I suppose a cookie too.”
“Hey, I am gonna show Y/N around a little bit.” Tyler said., “We'll be out in the barn if you need us.”
“You two go have fun. I'll bring the kids out to see the animals after the cookies are made.” Cindy shooed you and Tyler away with a wave of her hand.
“If you don't mind me asking...what happened to your house?” he asked softly, shuffling his feet on the ground as you two slowly walked to the barn.
“We used to have a little farm.” you tell him with a sigh. “It wasn't much, we had two horses, a dog, a few cats and some chickens. The kids aren't old enough to really remember it. After my husband and parents died I had to sell the farm. We couldn't afford the payments. My parents had a loan out on their house so it had to go to the bank. The life insurance just wasn't enough to save either house.” you fight back the tears. “We took the money we got and brought a house just outside of town...six months ago a tornado blew it away. There was nothing left.” you bite your lip and Tyler gives you a gentle hug, “I am so sorry. You didn't have insurance?” he asked softly.
You shook your head, “not nearly enough. A company called Storm Par came by and offered a cash offer. They said they were trying to help and I didn't know what else to do. I took the cash offer but it wasn't enough to get another house. A single parent working a dead end diner job I couldn't afford mortgage payments...so we got what we could fit into the car and that became our home.” silent tears rolled down your cheek. “Later on down the road, I found out that Storm Par pretty much stole the property. Even with the house gone, the property was worth a lot more then what they paid.” you wiped the tears away, “I love it here in Arkansas, I really do, but I just don't know what's right anymore. I married young, had children young, and now here I am a single mom, a widow, and homeless. What's next?”
Tyler offered you a smile, “You just need a few good friends to help you, that's all. It's takes a village to raise kids.”
“I need a village right about now.” you sigh.
“How about a handful of tornado wranglers?” he raised an eyebrow at you.
You shrug, “I'll take what I can get.”
“Great.” he stopped in front of a gate to the pasture. “How about this. I'll give you a ride into work tomorrow and just call me when your done with your shift. I don't expect to be out chasing storms tomorrow. Between all of us we can get you back and forth to work each day until you are able to get another car.”
“Thank you. That would be such a relief. They told me if I missed one day or was late again they would fire me. I definitely can't afford that.”
“Sounds like you may need a better boss.” he said.
“A better boss and a better job, but there's just nothing around here. I married just out of school and then life gets in the way. I never had the chance to go to college or anything.”
“Tell me...if you could do anything...what would be your dream job?” he asked, leaning against the fence rail.
“Photography.” you say without a second thought. “I used to love taking pictures.”
He nodded, “What did you take pictures of? People? Animals?”
“Everything! People, animals, flowers, storms, houses, even food.” you laugh.
“And you never got into photography, why?”
“Couldn't afford a camera, had to start work full time right out of school so never had time to devote to taking photos or taking classes or anything like that. It's like sometimes I wonder if there's life out there or has it already passed me by.”
You turn, hearing Billy and Harley yelling happily, “Mommy Mommy! We made cookies and had milk and now Ms. Cindy is gonna let us pet the horses!”
Laughing, you wrap your arms around your children hugging them close, “You know how I just said that I wondered if there's life out there?” you say looking up at Tyler. He nods and you smile, “This is it. These two little monsters here are my life...and I wouldn't trade them for the world.”
You and Tyler tag along behind his mom as she shows the kids each animal and even gives them a bottle to feed the goats with.
“So, have you always wanted to be a storm chaser?” you ask.
“No.” he said quickly. “I got started off in the rodeo. I was a bull rider. Then I got my head stomped on by one too many bulls and figured collage would be better for my brain.” he smiled, “I still wanted that thrill, that excitement. So I studied meteorology and met my team and then here we are. I love what I do, but definitely wasn't on my radar when I first started out.”
“Can we ride the horsey?” Harley was asking you with her big round eyes. “I love the horsey.”
“What one is your favorite?” Tyler scooped her up in his arms as you both walked over to where the horses were. “Dat one!” She pointed at a paint with one blue eye and one brown eye. “We call that one Baby.” he said. “She's a real gentle horse.”
“I love this one.” Billy was hugging the muzzle of a large black horse. “That there is Tucker. He's a good boy too.” Tyler said petting the side of the horses neck. He pointed to a tan horse out in the field, “That one there is Denver. He's older and a bit more shy, but very gentle.” he turned and looked at you, “You said you had horses at one time...did you ride?”
“Been a few years.” you answer.
“It's like riding a bike, you never forget.” he chuckled, “What you say we take the kids for a ride?”
“Can we mommy? Can we?” the kids started begging.
“I guess so, if it's okay with Mr. Tyler and Ms. Cindy.”
“You guys go have a good time. I am going to help Boone and the guys get some burgers and hot dogs on the grill.”
“Let's go.” Tyler handed you the reins for each horse and you were showing the kids how to put them on while he got the blankets and saddles.
“Harley, since you like Baby so much, would you like to ride with your mama on Baby?”
She nodded with a big smile. Tyler double checked the saddle and made sure it was tightened good, then held the reins while you placed Harley in the saddle, then pulled yourself up in one quick motion.
He handed you the reins then scooped Billy up in his arms, “It's you and me on Tucker. Is that okay with you buddy?”
Billy nodded leaning over to pet the horses long mane. Tyler placed him gently in the saddle then swung up himself, grabbing up the reins.
He made sure to keep the horses side by side as he lead you though the pasture and to a field of wildflowers. “It's peaceful out here.” he said, “I like to ride out here sometimes just to clear my mind.”
“It's beautiful.” you say.
“Can we pick some flowers for mommy's birthday?” Harley asked.
“When's mommy's birthday?” Tyler asked with a sly grin, looking from you to your daughter and back again.
“I...um...I think tomorrow?”
You laughed lightly, “No sweetie, it's not tomorrow. It's Friday, and I don't need any flowers. How about you draw me a picture?” you ask.
“Are you still gonna spend the day with us like you told our baby sitter?” Billy asked.
“Oh honey, I don't know right now, okay? We'll see how things go, but just as soon as I can I will spend the whole day with you. That's all I want for my birthday.”
“You know what.” Tyler said stopping his horse, “I think we need to pick your mama some wildflowers for her birthday now. Then maybe tomorrow you guys draw a picture?”
“Yeah! Thank you Mr. Tyler.” Harley smiled.
“There's no need for picking the flowers.” You protested, even as Tyler was already off his horse and lifting Billy down. “Sure we do.” he grinned, taking Harley from you and holding the reins while you dismounted.
He stood next to you as you both watched the kids running around picking all the flowers they wanted. “I loved growing up here. It was such freedom. Such peace and quite.” he said quietly. “I thought the whole entire world was at my back door.”
“I've always lived in the country.” you said. “I grew up on a little farm too. I don't like cities. Too big, too noisy. I can't hear my self think.”
“Ain't that the truth.” he grinned.
“Okay, we got flowers.” both kids came running back with a handful each.
“They are beautiful.” you hug each one and give them a quick kiss on the cheek, then turn to Tyler. “Thank you for this. You didn't have to do any of this. You have completely taken their mind off of everything that has happened and put them more at ease, gave them a little bit of normalcy in this chaos. How can I ever repay you?” you ask.
“Oh, I don't know.” he shrugged, lifting Harley up into the saddle and waiting for you to mount the horse before handing the reins back to you. He placed Billy back in the saddle and swung up, turning the horse around and you both start heading back towards the house at a slow walk.
“Maybe consider coming to work for me?” he asked after a moment.
“W..what?” you stumbled.
“You said you wanted to be a photographer, right?”
“Yeah, but I don't have any training...”
“Naw, I don't believe in that training crap. No one on my team has a former education, but they got more experience then any storm chaser out there. I could use a photographer on the team. Just get the shots. Boone and Lily handles the videos, but we can always use stills to sell. Also you have a vast amount of experience. You can post to our YouTube channel with support and advice to help others who are facing what you already faced. You've lost two homes, your husband, and your parents. All from a tornado. You know what a rip off Storm Par. You can bring comfort and support to people that we can't. You can reach out to people across the world on You Tube with your story.”
“I don't have a camera or anything. And I don't know who would even care to hear my story. It's just one of many.” you start.
“If you come to work for my team, then it's my responsibility to provide a camera. You'd be surprised at who would want to hear your story and how many people you can help with it. You have actually experienced this, and maybe you could put a dent in Storm Par's scam game.”
“I can't be on the road so long. I can't leave the kids.”
Tyler nodded, “I know and I wouldn't ask you to. We'll talk to my mom and I am sure she'd be happy to watch the kids when you are gone, but we will stay just within a few hours. Even if the team and I travel further away, I'll make sure you are home every night with the kids. What do you say? Wanna join the team?”
“What's the pay like? I don't think it can get much worse then the diner, but I am going to need a another car and I need to start saving to try and find a place to rent or something. I most defiantly can't take any kind of pay cut or lack of work.”
“Let me talk to my team tonight and see what we can come up with, okay? I'll make you an official job offer by tomorrow.”
“Sounds like a good plan to me. Thank you, for even considering me.” you smile
“No problem.”
The rest of the ride was in silence.
“I am going to get the horses put up.” Tyler said, “Then after dinner would it be okay if I took you to the store and got a few things that you will need for the kids?” he asked.
“I couldn't ask you to do that. We'll be okay.” you protest.
“Hey...it's okay to get a little help. It takes a village, remember? You pretty much lost everything you owned in a tornado. Let me help with a few things. Some clothes, toys, things like that.”
“I'll pay you back, for everything.”
“Don't worry about it.” he smiled, “we'll work something out later.”
“Thank you. You are like a angel sent from heaven or something.” you hold back the tears that threatened to fall. No one has ever reached out to help you like this and you truly were grateful.
Tyler laughed, “Oh I know plenty of people that will disagree with you on that one.”
“Y/N...bring the kids and come on over here!” Cindy was calling to you, “I've got those rooms ready for you.”
“Go ahead, I'll meet you at the house in a few.” Tyler smiled, watching you and the kids walk up to the house. 'What the hell has that tornado blew into my life.' he thought grinning. Things just felt so natural with you and he couldn't explain it. It felt like you belonged here.
“My room is downstairs,” Cindy was showing you and the kids around the house. “There's the kitchen, dining room, and living room. The washer and dryer is right behind that door there.” she pointed and lead you upstairs.
“Tyler's room is on the far end of the hall and there's a bathroom next to his room. There's two other bedrooms on this end with a bathroom.” she was explaining. “When they first got started, the team used to sleep here, so there's two twin beds in each room. I've cleaned them up, put fresh sheets on each bed, and got the bathroom cleaned for you. You and the kids can have your own bathroom down here on this end.”
“I wouldn't want to take the rooms away from the team.” you started.
“Oh no, you wouldn't be. That was a few years ago when they were just getting formed. Everyone has their own place within about an hour or so from here now. They don't stay here over night anymore. They take whatever chance they can to go back home between the storms.”
“Thank you so much.” you smile, giving a hug to Cindy. “How much am I going to owe you for all this?”
“Oh dear, don't worry about that. Maybe you can help me around the house with the animals and cleaning, cooking, and stuff. When you aren't working that is. I'll be happy to keep the kids here with me when you're working. You won't owe me a thing for that. This big old house gets empty when I am here all alone. Frankly, I am going to enjoy the company.”
“I'll be happy to help anywhere I can.” you promise. “Thank you so much again. I don't know what we would have done if Tyler didn't come by at just the right time or if you weren't kind enough to open your home to us.”
“We all need somebody, sweet girl.” Cindy patted your back, “Come on now. Let's eat!”
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After dinner, everyone helped clean up and then the rest of the team headed off to their own homes for a few days before the next storm system developed. Cindy had offered to watch the kids and get them ready for bed while Tyler took you to the store and picked up some things that would be needed in the foreseeable future.
“Mr. Tyler, this is too much.” You were saying as he loaded two car seats into the shopping cart, which was already filled with clothes, boots, toys, bath stuff, and various kinds of drinks and snacks.
“You can call me Tyler, you know.” he smiled at you, “We are friends now...I would think.”
“We are.” you agreed, “But this is all too much.”
“It's all things you need. You and the kids need pajamas to sleep in, you need several changes of clothes for the week, you need brushes and bubble bath and things like that. Things guys know nothing about, but I know you need it.” he smiled. “It's not safe nor legal to drive without the kids in a car seat. You've GOT to have a car seat if we take them anywhere. The kids will need snacks and juice boxes and things like that. They are going to need several toys. Not just one, but they need several to choose from.”
“They've done without for a while now. We're used to it. We can get by until I get on my feet again.”
“I know you guys can get by and I know you can get on your feet again.” he said, “Let me help you along the way though. This is just some stuff to get you settled into mom's house for a while. That's all.”
You nod and wrap your arms around him in a hug, “Thank you Tyler. You really are a life savior.”
“No problem. I am happy to help out.” he said, “That's how my mama raised me.”
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lambment · 8 months ago
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Call the goat silly Billy and make him the go to dance circle drummer
I do love the implication of the goat being a called a silly billy and being the most unamused, irritated little thing. but I need the goat to match my lambs freak, so dance silly billy, dance
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sugaryapplepie · 11 months ago
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🌲Male Bard Satyr Reader x Astarion HCs🌲
Tags: SFW (some suggestive), Reader x Canon, Headcanons, MLM
Pairing: Male Reader x Astarion
Tag List: @sonofhaides
A/N: This's been sitting in my drafts for a few weeks, nothing too impressive but it's like a nice sip of water. Refreshing and pleasant :3
At first Astarion was more than a bit skeptical about your musical talent, but you managed to convince him with a ballad dedicated to his beauty
Astarion's heard tales of a satyr's... virility, and he was very interested to see if they were true or not
Needless to say he was not disappointed
He makes those midnight visits to you quite frequently. What can he say? Your tastes are addictive
"My little billy goat" is a teasing term you will be called. It's inevitable
In thanks for the ballads in which you sing his praise, you will be given horn jewelry he'll have pickpocketed
He knows what adornments look best on you, and thus he'll be expecting you to wear them 24/7 (he will be Pouty if you don't. What, don't you trust his tastes? Was gold not good enough for you?)
"You're not going to eat anything tin, are you? Please tell me you have more refined tastes than that."
Astarion could be convinced to get matching nose rings with you if he thinks they're cute enough. Dorky idea, but he's been meaning to try piercings
Okay fine he'll concede to collaborating on a song with you. Just nothing too sappy, alright? (It turns out to be the most sickeningly sweet thing ever with rises and falls that speak to both of your personalities, notes that show a dance of your souls merging and celebrating their contrasts)
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the-algid · 7 months ago
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Faroe's Collage!!
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As per usual playlist link, and reasoning below the cut
The hand reaching is supposed to be Arthur's pre-canon, you can interpret it as either reaching for the music box, or reaching for Faroe.
The music box, it's supposed to be THE Music Box, the one in the podcast. the one she was buried with.
The faucet is just to clearly show this is supposed to be a bathtub
The stickers, and doodles in the back are to make it childish, Faroe was just a young little girl.
The scenes below the water, are memories. One's that are now tainted by her death or impossible.
There's a photo of a father dancing with a young toddler. That's supposed to be Arthur dancing with Faroe
Just below that is a little girl collecting flowers, that's Faroe in the park.
and below that is a mother greeting her child. This is a memory that could've happened had Bella survived.
The painting on the bottom right is Ophelia based off of The Lady of Shalott, I thank Morgs for giving some info on the poem. A lady cursed to die if she left her tower leaves, and floats down a river to her love, and dies before she arrives.
Above that is a bridge, from a Claude Monet picture. It's supposed to be the bridge at the park
And jut above that is scene from a picture book the The Three Billy Goats Gruff. Faroe's favorite fairytale
Lastly on the top right, is someone playing the piano. It was important to both of their lives.
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southern-gothic-comic · 1 year ago
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Next 💜 Back 🖤 First
(Author Notes)
Panel 1: They observe a very impressive pumpkin being shown off by a proud halfling farmer of about the same height.
Laudna: You could make a lot of soup with that.
Imogen: Mm-hmm. Lotta soup.
Farmer: nice to see young folks appreciatin’ the good things in life
Panel 2: They look at some prize-winning horses.
Laudna: You should have entered your horse! I’m sure she would have won. Flora is far prettier than all of these ones.
Imogen: We did use to do that. Flora even got a second-place ribbon once. Nowadays we don’t really like drawin’ attention to ourselves, though.
Panel 3: They walk around arm in arm. A traveling katari “wizard” is juggling Dancing Lights. A “mind reader” supposedly from Ank’harel is impressing people, sparking indignation from Imogen.
Imogen: Oh, so it’s okay if he does it?
Laudna: I don’t think he’s even from Ank’harel.
“Mind Reader”: Ah, yes! The Three of Wands!
His Thoughts: small-town buffoons will believe anything
Small-Town Buffoon: well I’ll be
Panel 4: In the foreground, we see a child playing with a simple sillgoat marionette. Laudna seizes Imogen’s arm in delight.
Laudna: Imogen! That goat! I must have one!
Imogen: That li'l puppet? Bet we can find one around here . . .
Laudna: For Pâté! He can ride it into battle!
Imogen: All right, let’s go see if we can find Pâté a steed.
Panel 5: On the midway they find a section of games, including a “dragon race” with lizards which some children are eagerly observing and a Three Billy Goats Gruff-themed bottle knockdown game with the coveted goat puppets on display.
Oldest Child: Blue! Blue!
Middle Child: Green! Green!
Youngest Child: (looking at Laudna) A ghost??
Carnie: (nervously) . . . Try your luck, little lady?
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mutt’s wincest tracklist :] also fight club IS dean winchester fight me
# TRACK TITLE ARTIST
001 : Absinthe - IDONTKNOWHOWBUTTHEYFOUNDME
002 : Brother - Matt Corby
003 : Carry on Wayward Son - Kansas
004 : Blood Brothers - Nicole Dollanganger
005 : Casual - Chappell Roan
006 : Diet Mountain Dew - Lana Del Rey
007 : Going to Georgia - The Mountain Goats
008 : I Bet on Losing Dogs - Mitski
009 : I Found - Amber Run
010 : Looking Out for You - Joy Again
011 : Nice Docs, Baby! - Blue Foster
012 : Nobody - Mitski
013 : Too Sweet - Hozier
014 : Treehouse - Alex G, Emily Yacina
015 : Dance Me to the End of Love - Cohen
016 : fight club - fitzy
017 : An Unhealthy Obsession- TBRSO
018 : Kiss Me You Animal- Burn The Ballroom
019 : I Want You - Mitski
020 : As the World Caves In - Matt Maltese
021 : Andrew in Drag - The Matnetic Fields
022 : I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys
023 : Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys
024 : This Is Love - Air Traffic Controller
025 : Piano Man - Billy Joel
026 : God Complex - VIOLENT VIRA
027 : Michigan - The Milk Carton Kids
028 : Every Breath You Take - The Police
029 : Mary On A Cross - Ghost
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sundove88 · 6 months ago
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Introducing Anime Ever After!!
Ever wanted to experience classic fairytales but through the lens of legendary and lesser known anime?
Well, Anime Ever After is for you!!
Synopsis: An anthropology of famous stories from around the world retold through the lens of legendary and lesser known anime, with modern twists, turns, and lessons about. From the depths of the sea in DBZ: Waves of Freedom (The Little Mermaid) to the realm beyond the clouds in One Piece: Beyond The Sky (Jack and The Beanstalk), this ever expanding treasury of tales has something for everyone.
Framing Device: An anime loving teenager is telling classic fairytales to the kids they babysit as bedtime stories- with a twist!
Side Note: Nursery Rhymes being adapted is more for Shrek. So they won’t be here- sorry about that. But they do a good job at it. This anthology is meant for readers 12 and up, due to some of the themes in some of the stories.
Btw, look for the posts that have anime ever after on them as one of their tags. Here’s the list of tales (So Far):
Dragon Ball Z: Waves of Freedom (The Little Mermaid)
My Hero Academia: Heart of Glass (Cinderella)
Attack on Titan: Red Hood (Little Red Riding Hood)
One Piece: Beyond The Sky (Jack and The Beanstalk)
Naruto: Sleeping Shadow (Sleeping Beauty)
Sword Art Online: The Match Player (The Little Match Girl)
FullMetal Alchemist: Iron Wolves (The 3 Little Pigs)
Fairy Tail: Mirrors of Deceit (Snow White)
Inuyasha: Soul of The Beast (Beauty and The Beast)
Bleach: Brushes of Fate (The Magic Paintbrush)
Fruits Basket: The 12 Dancing Zodiacs (12 Dancing Princesses)
Black Clover: The Frog Knight (The Frog Prince)
Hunter X Hunter: Spreading Your Wings (The Ugly Duckling)
Demon Slayer: Demon of The Northern Wind (The Snow Queen)
Black Butler: Beyond The Tower (Rapunzel)
Yu Yu Hakusho: Sweet Temptation (Hansel and Gretel)
Doraemon; Fearless Feline (Puss in Boots)
Gintama: Peachy Keen (Momotaro)
Sailor Moon: Lady of The Waxing Moon (Princess Kaguya)
Haikyuu: Bear-ly Faltering (Snow White and Rose Red)
Railgun: Little Warriors, Big Impacts (Thumbelina)
JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: All That Glitters (Rumplestiltskin)
Yu Gi Oh: Diamond in The Rough (Aladdin)
Konosuba: The Royal Test (The Princess and The Pea)
Tokyo Ghoul: The Crimson Amulet (The Red Shoes)
Akame Ga Kill: Fashion Gambit (The Emperor’s New Clothes)
Ouran High School Host Club: Wings of Perseverance (The Wild Swans)
Rurouni Kenshin: The Ronin’s Trials (The Steadfast Tin Soldier)
Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagan: Cage of Steel, Heart of Platinum (The Nightingale)
Cowboy Bebop: Written in The Stars (The Weaver Girl and The Cowherd)
Death Note: The Golden Pen (King Midas)
Neon Genesis Evangelion: No Strings Attached (Pinocchio)
Fate: The Chosen Sword (King Arthur)
BanG Dream!: Melody of Deceit (The Pied Piper)
Code Geass: The Princess and The Pig Man (The Swineherd)
Jujitsu Kaisen: The Light Within (The Buried Moon)
Blue Exorcist: Blazing Bonds (The Firebird)
Spy X Family: Secret of The Statue (The Happy Prince)
Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic: The Enchanted Key (Alibaba and The 40 Thieves)
Re:Zero: Gilded Feathers (The Golden Goose)
Saint Seiya: Divine Trials and Godly Tribulations (The 12 Labors of Hercules)
The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya: Claws of Gold, Hearts of Gold (Goldilocks and The 3 Bears)
One Punch Man: A Hero’s Humility (King Thrushbeard)
Future Diary: Wishful Obsession (The Fisherman and His Wife)
Sket Dance: A Tale of Three Tricksters (The 3 Billy Goats Gruff)
Precure (All seasons): The Sweetest Holiday Ever (The Nutcracker)
Food Wars: A Recipe For Courage (The Brave Little Tailor)
Spice and Wolf: Against All Odds (The Princess on The Glass Hill)
Noragami: Stolen Sun (Amaterasu and The Cave)
Monogatari: Secret Confidants (The Elves and The Shoemaker)
Steins;Gate: Azure Secrets (Bluebeard)
Tokyo Revengers: Neverlanding, Never Faltering (Peter Pan)
The Promised Neverland: Emerald Truths (The Wizard of Oz)
Toriko: Sweet Pursuit (The Gingerbread Man)
Kill La Kill: A Royal Mix Up (The Prince and The Pauper)
World Trigger: The Silent Springtime (The Selfish Giant)
The Seven Deadly Sins: Curse of Shade and Malice (The Shadow)
Cardcaptor Sakura: Salt and Sugar (The Salt Princess/Cap O Rushes)
Assassination Classroom: Honeyed Words (Diamonds and Toads)
Way of The House Husband: Out of The Cage (Jorinda and Joringel)
Danganronpa The Animation (It covers all the games): Makoto in Wonderland (Alice in Wonderland)
D Gray Man: Song of The Sparkling Swan (Swan Lake)
Persona 5 The Animation: Way Down We Go (Hades and Persephone)
Soul Eater: United We Stand (The Six Who Went Far)
Puella Magi Madoka Magica: The 5 Magical Musketeers (The 3 Musketeers)
Aggretsuko: Four Man Band (The Bremen Town Musicians)
Tokyo Godfathers: A Holiday Journey (A Christmas Carol)
Revolutionary Girl Utena: Emotions Set Free (The Princess Who Never Smiled)
Sonic X: True, Blue, and Noble (Hans The Hedgehog)
Magiknight Rayearth: Noble Flame, Changing Tide, and Guiding Wind (The 3 Princesses of Whiteland)
A Silent Voice: Beyond All Boundaries (East of The Sun, West of The Moon)
A Whisker Away: A Feline Fairytale (The White Cat)
Your Name: A Little Bird Told Me (The Singing, Springing, Lark)
Love Live: A Fateful Adventure (Journey to The West)
Captain Tsubasa: Winging It (The Seven Ravens)
The Ancient Magus Bride: Entrapped Beauty (The Lindworm)
Overlord: Seeds of Trust (The Juniper Tree)
Delicious in Dungeon: Cooking Up Trouble (The Magic Porridge Pot)
Medaka Box: The Truth Above All (The Goose Girl)
Chainsaw Man: Demonic Assistance (The Golden Bird)
Taikobo: Legend of The Lost Kingdom (Urashima Taro)
Revue Starlight: Masked Secrets (Phantom of The Opera)
Ginga: Nagareboshi Gin: Path of The Canine (The Boy Who Cried Wolf)
Dr. Stone: Into The Wilderness (The Jungle Book)
Fire Force: The Flames of Charity (Robin Hood)
Shaman King: Mystery of The Marsh (The Marsh King’s Daughter)
Rave Master: Cloak of Secrets (Donkeyskin/Many Furs)
Ranma 1/2: Loyal, Brave, and True (Mulan)
Karakuri Circus: The House Within The Woods (Vasilisa The Brave and Beautiful)
Devilman Crybaby: Three Hairs of Gold (The Devil With 3 Golden Hairs)
The Irregular at Magic High School: Ring of Enchantments (The Bronze Ring)
Bobobo: One Hairy Tale (Prince Hyacinth)
Shakugan No Shana: Three Dogs, Three Heroes (The Tinderbox)
Nisekoi: Yellow With Affection (The Yellow Dwarf)
Kaiju No. 8: Don’t Get Salty (Why The Sea is Salty)
Kinnikuman: A Mission in Patience (The Tortoise and The Hare)
Oshi No Ko: The Price of Stardom (Little Brother and Little Sister)
Case Closed: Stolen Hearts and Stolen Fortunes (The Master Thief)
Pokemon The Series: An Electrifying Rescue (The Lion and The Mouse)
Hyperdimension Neptunia: The Animation: A Tale of a Thousand and One Nights (1,001 Arabian Nights)
Dragon Quest The Adventure of Dai: A Ribbiting Adventure (The Frog Princess)
Dr. Slump: A Quacktastic Journey (Drakestail)
Katekyo Hitman Reborn: Windows to The Soul (One Eyes, Two Eyes, Three Eyes)
Kochikame: From Faux to Genuine (Don Quixote)
Yo-Kai Watch: Cat Artist Unknown (The Boy Who Drew Cats)
Kaguya-Sama: Love is War: To Love and To Be Loved (Turandot)
That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime: Feathers of Joy (The Blue Bird)
DanMachi: Forgotten Evil Unleashed (Pandora’s Box)
Hellsing Ultimate: Blood Ties (Dracula)
Claymore: The Monster Unleashed (Frankenstein)
Thanks to @sam-rexian and @crystallinedreamsfinelypowdered for helping with some of these!
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coleskingdom · 9 months ago
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Jay White x f reader
NSFW Minors DNI 18+
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“You look fantastic. What are your plans with Skye tonight?” as Jay helped clasp the necklace as I put on lipgloss. “Honestly not sure, she just said we were going out for dinner and drinks. It’ll be fun.” knowing the question coming next. “Is old golden boy and his boyfriend going out joining you and Skye this evening ?” I roll my eyes in the mirror looking at him “Honestly I’m not sure, but if you weren’t t so grumpy you should come with me.” smiling sweetly. “No thanks but if you want to stay in, I can think of a few things more interesting than taking dinner and drinks.” his beard tickling me as he leaned into kiss my neck. “ Jay, I’m looking forward to this , but those interesting ideas I want to hear about them when I get back.” Pulling away and heading out the door.
Of course my luck would have it that Will and Kyle both were there. I tried to relax as I sat next to Skye, “You okay” she asked a bit of concern in her voice, “Yeah I’m alright, but I can already feel my phone going off.” Sighing reaching for my phone. Answering the FaceTime, “Hey, what’s up?” my voice cheerful, “How’s dinner? How’s Skye?” his voice too cheerful “We’re good, here with Kyle and Will” my voice hesitant but Skye leaned in “Hey Jay” Skyes voice “I’ve got our girl and I’ll get her home safe tonight.” I could tell from his quick answer back that he wasn’t thrilled . He let her go, and Skye handed me back the phone. “Shake it off. Have some fun.” ordering another round for the table. Dinner was so much fun, and I agreed to go out dancing with them. I dance with Kyle , Skye and Will when some girl spilled her drink on my top. “Hey take my jacket, go clean up in the bathroom.” Will stripping off his jacket. “ Thanks I appreciate it more than you know. Whatever it was. It’s sticky “ taking it gratefully. I went to the bathroom and changed glancing at my phone.
Jay-
You didn’t mention anything about spending the night grinding on Will.
I found Skye “ Hey I’m gonna go, I need to get home.” she hugged me, “Go home and get your man” I laughed half heartedly.
I was outside the door of the house when I realized that I was in Wills jacket, the united empire green with the Billy goat symbol. I had no choice but to walk in.
“Sweetheart there you are coming home in your new lovers jacket” the bottle of scotch on the table nearly empty . “Jay a girl spilled her drink on me. Will offered me his jacket that’s all.” my voice calm. “Did he lick you clean?” the jealous tone maddening. “ Yes Jay, he took off my shirt in the middle of the club, and licked my chest. Then I got to wear his jacket as a prize.” throwing my wet shirt and bra at him.
“Bravo, the award for pretending that she didn’t enjoy grinding on Golden Boy goes to you my dear.” Raising his glass to me. I reach for it “Your obsessed with this thing with Will. Is that what you want to see me fuck him Jay while you watch? Do you want me to take him in my mouth? Do you want me to straddle him and ride him all night ? Since you already think he licked me what if he puts my knees to my shoulders and just ruins me. Which is it?” looking him dead in the eyes as I drink his scotch.
I saw the flash in his eyes before he was on me. “There she is my little vixen. No the only one that gets any of that is me. “ He kisses me roughly , his mouth tastes of the scotch , his hands threaded through my hair holding me to him. Releasing me his hands reach for the zipper of the jacket, pulling it down and throwing it in the floor. I moan as his mouth finds my neck tilting my head giving him better access as one of his hands grips the back of the neck walking us backwards. My ass hits the back of the dining room table,as his hands now focus on the buttons of my jeans. My hands going to the hem of his shirt pulling it off of him. He let me run my hands over him and kissing him, the man was intoxicating. “I’m going to give you something golden boy could never .” I bite his lower lip “ Shut up about him and fuck me.” a low growl in his chest. “That’s it darling girl tell me, tell me what you want.” His breath against my ear my nipples hard against his body. “Turn around” the heat in his voice sends a jolt of desire through me. I do as he asks my bare torso against the cold wood of the table. He finishes pulling off my jeans and panties as I spread my legs a little bit further apart, and arch my back at him. My lips part as I feel the first slide of his fingers. “You’ve been thinking about this, the question is which one of us gets you this wet?” His fingers moving faster, then disappear from my body. “I asked you who Sweetheart?” I feel his cock pressed against my entrance “Jay it’s always been and will forever be you “ I moan as he slides all the way in.
This is the Jay White of the early days in the ring and in our relationship. The seemingly cold, volatile arrogant bastard who intrigued me like no one else, who took me where and when he wanted, with no apologies but full of passion.
Rough, calloused hands slide over my curves to fit beneath me, one settling on my clit, seizing the bundle of nerves between his thumb and finger; the other to cup the front my neck, securing me gently as his body folds over mine, until his chest meets my back, all while he continues mercilessly driving into me.
"You're mine."
"I'm yours."
"I want this to work between us."
"Yes!" I manage to get out through pants.
"You're about to come," he grits out, his cock swelling more inside me with each thrust, telling me he's not far behind me. His fingers, now slick, work against my clit with a sense of urgency, hard and fast circles that make me want to spread my legs wide for him.
The rush hits me and my muscles begin to contract. In answer, he angles his hips to thrust harder into me, the sensation so overwhelming I'm unable to hold back my cries of ecstasy as a mind-paralyzing, explosive orgasm rips through my body, leaves me a quivering mess.
"Fuck!" Jay presses his mouth against the back of my neck to muffle his cries. I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, spilling his release into me, leaving me slick and sore and so utterly satisfied.
Silence surrounds us as we lie on the table, limp, him draped on top of me, his heartbeat pounding against my back.
He pulled himself from me ,then left as I tried to regain my composure. I heard the bath tub running, he came back from our room with my robe and put it on me gently. “Go get in the tub while I make you something and get you a bottle of water.” he kissed me and sent me on the way. I hear my phone ring Jay answers it as I settle deep into the tub the warmth enveloping my body as I close my eyes.
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butchhamlet · 1 year ago
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a scene-by-scene playlist for macbeth--one song for each scene. you know the drill by now. track list with rationale under the cut; special thanks to @blackcatarts for help with the selection :3 happy halloween season, y'all.
track list + rationale
act one
1.1 (the witches enter) - Everybody Wants to Rule the World (Lorde Cover) (feels self-explanatory, plus the vibe of it feels like panning in over a foggy battlefield)
1.2 (duncan finds out macbeth slayed) - Aneurysm by Nirvana (found this one on this macbeth playlist a while back and it has remained a macbeth song to me forever and ever; the manic energy fits the battlefield fervor here)
1.3 (macbeth and banquo meet the witches) - They by Jem (“and it’s ironic too // ‘cause what we tend to do // is act on what they say // and then it is that way… who are they? where are they? how can they possibly know all this?”)
1.4 (duncan names malcolm his successor) - Money Money Money by ABBA (he’s plotting! he’s planning! stars, hide your fires! look just trust me on this one)
1.5 (lady macbeth reads the letter & reunites with macbeth) - She’s Kerosene by the Interrupters (every lyric of this song is about lady macbeth.)
1.6 (lady macbeth welcomes duncan to her castle) - Silver Platters by Les Gold (“no need to be cordial // you could be immortal // if you take the risk // could you take the risk?” + “step out on the dance floor // this is what you asked for // such a pretty face // what was it underneath the mask for?”)
1.7 (the macbeths argue) - Fight For Me by AlicebanD (macbeths song of all time!!!)
act two
2.1 (dagger scene) - Disturbia by Rihanna (the supernatural begins to bleed into the world! will someone please direct a macbeth where this comes on during this scene) 
2.2 (post-murder argument) - Prowl Great Cain by The Mountain Goats (very macbeth song. placed here for “and i feel guilty, but i can’t feel ashamed!” & mention of sleepwalking & betrayal & prowling [cf. his line about tarquin in 2.1])
2.3 (porter scene, duncan’s death comes out) - Daniel in the Den by Bastille (“felled in the night by the ones you think you love // they will come for you” + “and for every king that died // they would crown another”)
2.4 (hey. don’t cry. duncan’s horses ate each other) - When He Died by Lemon Demon (literally a song about the world getting fucked up after a guy dies what can i say)
act three
3.1 (banquo gets suspicious) - Aha! by Imogen Heap (entire song about people pretending to be better than they are, including an actual serial killer. + “cost you to keep me quiet” with banquo…)
3.2 (the macbeths are fracturing) - The Horror of Our Love by Ludo (EXTREMELY MACBETHS SONG. here because this is the scene where they start to switch places, with him the one buying into violence as the answer & telling her not to worry about gory details)
3.3 (banquodeath) - Bury A Friend by Billie Eilish (rdj meme voice: he has murdered his friend)
3.4 (banquet scene) - Bird Song by Florence + the Machine (song about killing the witness and then being haunted by that witness and completely losing your shit trying to shut their ghost up…)
3.5 (hecate) - Hecate by Wendy Rule (i don’t give a shit about this scene i’m sorry. interpolation boooooo)
3.6 (lennox talks politics) - Dark Doo Wop by MS MR (foggy apocalyptic ones. “it’s all gone to shit // it’s out of our hands”)
act four
4.1 (double double toil & trouble) - Hot Knife by Fiona Apple (i’m a hot knife i’mmmm a hot knife i’m a hot knife he’s a pat of butter… you’re just gonna have to trust me on this one. my school’s macbeth had heavy drumming all through this scene and it’s associated with this song to me forever)
4.2 (macduff’s family is murdered) - Pretty Little Things by the Crane Wives (songs about pretty/fragile things being destroyed because of men’s betrayal… thinking about how lady macduff blames her husband for abandoning her to the wolves :( )
4.3 (malcolm and macduff) - All or Nothing by the Dream Masons (songs that are about both malcolm and macduff. the first verse especially is very malcolm, as a young prince stranded among enemies; the chorus is especially macduff-deciding-to-kill-macbeth-or-die-trying)
act five
5.1 (lady macbeth sleepwalks) - Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song) by Fiona Apple (LADY MACBETH GUILT SONG! “those boon times went bust // my feet of clay, they dried to dust // the red isn’t the red we painted, it’s just rust” w her imaginary bloodstains, + “i’m either so sick in the head i need to be bled dry to quit // or i just really used to love him // i sure hope that’s it”)
5.2 (the scots and english gather) - Marked Man by Mieka Pauley (songs i considered for 4.3 as well. they are coming to Get His Ass)
5.3 (macbeth preparing to fight) - For the Departed by Shayfer James (songs about knowing you’re about to get got but what does it matter when you’re already damned)
5.4 (the fucking wood is moving guys) - Kingdom Fall by Claire Wyndham (songs i almost put on the prior scene, for “i’d rather watch my kingdom fall // i want it all or not at all,” but eventually i placed it here because… well, we are watching the kingdom fall, my guy)
5.5 (tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow) - Drowning in the Sound by Amanda Palmer (okay, this is kind of because of “sound and fury,” but also it’s soooo macbeth act 5. “and the body is a temple but the temple is a prison and the prison’s overcrowded and the inmates know it’s flooded and the body politic is getting sicker by the second” + “do you ever feel like this should be officially the end? // and that you should be the one to do the ending, but you can’t?” + the inevitability…)
5.6 (scots + english arrive) - Lion’s Teeth by the Mountain Goats (song about trying to kill a powerful and tyrannical figure. also sounds like a fight scene)
5.7 (macduff and macbeth come face to face) - Bury Me Face Down by grandson (so obsessed with how firmly this guy would rather go down fighting than do literally anything easier)
5.8 (macbeth’s head presented, malcolm crowned) - King of the World by WAR*HALL (a new king is crowned after one dies by violence. fleance is still out there somewhere. the cycle of violence continues. this one doesn’t work unless you imagine the witches watching pityingly/sinisterly in the background)
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lady-evelin · 3 months ago
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AU witch 🌸
Hello again 💖
Sorry if I bore you, but I like to share my fic ideas with you. You are my friends, and I like to show you everything I do ☺️
Okay, I based this idea on another movie, but since I don't know much about witchcraft beyond the basics, I need to conduct further research.
Obi-Wan is the only son of the village pastor. The alpha is very strict with his son because they have to set an example for the other people.
Obi-Wan's father is an alpha who is very attached to his beliefs; he firmly believes that the omega should stay at home to take care of the husband and children. Omegas should not dress provocatively, always with their hair tied up, a skirt down to the ankles, and a well-covered neck.
But Obi-Wan was never interested in the beliefs of his father and the entire village; he liked dark things—witchcraft.
Just like his mother, who taught him everything she knew from a young age but suddenly she left, leaving him a book on witchcraft, his favorite in fact.
Obi-Wan always sat at the window of his room waiting for his mother, but she never returned.
He could see his father's desperation to find her, but as time passed, he gave up.
At school, he started to get bullied because Obi-Wan always had a black book in his arms, calling him a witch just like his mother.
Unable to bear the humiliation, he goes to the barn near his house and cries. His mother was the only one he could trust and was his only friend; now he had no one to talk to anymore.
His father was always at church so Obi-Wan was alone.
While crying he didn't notice footsteps walking towards him until he felt a presence beside him.
It was a billy goat with dark brown fur and golden eyes that kept staring at him.
At first he was scared, but when he saw that the animal did nothing to him, he decided to stroke its fur and talk to it a little.
Over time, they became friends, and Obi-Wan named him Anakin.
After school, Obi-Wan would run to the barn to be with Anakin, as he could talk about his witchcraft book and Anakin would not judge him.
He would even dance for the billy goat when he was very happy or practicing steps as the book instructed.
Time passed, and Obi-Wan introduced himself as an omega. That day he skipped school, and Anakin guided him to a cabin deep in the woods, where passage was forbidden to anyone because rumors said that witchcraft was practiced there.
That's when the omega saw before his clouded eyes how the goat transformed into a tall and strong alpha, with piercing blue eyes.
Needless to say, Anakin helped him in his heat.
After that day, Obi-Wan spent a lot of time in Anakin's cabin, practicing witchcraft and being with the alpha.
His father, of course, noticed that he now smelled different, and his neck was claimed with a mating bite. Horrified that his son was corrupted and now worthless, he slapped him, screaming that he wanted to know who this damn alpha was and he wanted to send him to the gallows for disrespecting him.
The door was flung open, revealing Anakin, who was very angry at seeing his omega being attacked.
Obi-Wan's father's screams of pain echoed throughout the village. People ran to help the pastor, but their fate was the same.
They all died that night; the village burned to the ground, leaving no trace.
While Obi-Wan was taken to his new home in the depths of the forest, where he will spend the rest of his days with his alpha.
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adarkrainbow · 11 months ago
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Just for fun, I have been comparing the three "main cinematic corpuses" when it comes to fairy tales in American media, the three most famous series of movies (or movie-like features) tackling fairytales as a group. Disney's animated classics, the Faerie Tale Theater series, and the Cannon Movie Tales. Each a good reflexion of what people of America usually consider the "main core" of fairytales. (I also looked into Disney's un-made projects, since it reveals the company's intentions and perception of fairytales)
Results: the most recurring fairytales, present in all three of these groups, include Snow-White, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast, Little Red Riding Hood, Hansel and Gretel, The Frog Prince, The Emperor's New Clothes, Rumpelstiltskin and Puss in Boots.
On the second place, present in two of the groups only: Rapunzel, Jack and the Beanstalk, the Three Little Pigs, The Snow Queen, Cinderella, Aladdin, The Little Mermaid, Pinocchio and The Pied Piper of Hamelin, Goldilocks and the Three Bears, The Emperor's Nightingale.
More unique fairytales include The Twelve Dancing Princesses, Rip van Winkle, The Princess who had never laughed, The Boy who left Home to find out about the Shivers, Thumbelina, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, The Princess and the Pea, The Sorcerer's Apprentice, the "B'rer Tales". (I did include fairytale-like short stories but tried to avoid some larger works like The Wind in the Willows, Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan, Mary Poppins or The Wizard of Oz).
It does fit quite well with what Americans usually perceive as the "regular fairytale canon" - with a few exceptions such as the absence of the Three Billy Goats Gruff, which was for a very long time the only Norse fairytale known to the USA.
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headcanonsandmore · 10 months ago
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'Stand and Deliver!', Chapter Five
Summary: Tegan rather likes the idea of dancing with Nyssa, but she was expecting it to happen indoors and with other people around. Having said that, she was also expecting to be wearing her prettiest dress and not have donkey feed in her hair.
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After Sunday lunch, Tegan busied herself with chores. There was no getting out of them and, besides, it would give her an opportunity to think about the events of the previous few days without being interrupted.
Which was why she was refilling the feeding basket of the donkey currently residing in the inn stables. It was a sweet old thing which, according to the letters from her parents, had been purchased from a travelling merchant who had been erring about letting the creature retire after years of service.
There was a soft honk as the donkey stared hopefully at Tegan. Chuckling, the innkeepers daughter reached over and gently tossed a handful of feed down.
The donkey gave a happy honk, and began to eat.
Tegan smiled, leaning on the low stable door. She reached down and gently stroked the top of the animals head.
‘Mum hasn’t even given you a name yet,’ she said, softly. ‘That’s not fair, is it? Did your old master have a name for you?’
The donkey continued eating, but flexed his ears slightly so Tegan could scratch behind them.
‘Well, you’ve got a sweeter temperament than Adric, so that name’s out of the question,’ she chuckled. ‘Billy’s more of a goat name, you’re too small to be called Benton… how about Dan?’
The donkey looked up at her, smiled, and gave another happy honk, eyes twitching cheerfully.
‘Dan it is, then,’ Tegan laughed. ‘Good old Dan; pleasure to make your acquaintance.’
Dan nuzzled up against her hand, rubbing his muzzle against her fingers. He was exceedingly gentle, and made sure not to catch her with his teeth.
‘I’ll have to introduce you to Nyssa,’ Tegan smiled. ‘She seems like she’d appreciate you too. I’ll ask her when she comes round for the dancing later.’
‘Dancing, Miss Jovanka?’
Tegan spun around.
There was no mistaking the figure sat astride the black horse that trotted quickly into the courtyard. With a long dark cloak covering the ruffled shirt and black trousers, the phantom stared down at her through the black mask he wore. Upon his head was a wide-brimmed hat, again in black. In the half-light of the late afternoon, Tegan could just about make out the bright green of the highwayman’s eyes.
The masked figure climbed swiftly off the horse, their black boots landing with a gentle thud against the stones of the courtyard. Taking the reigns in one hand, the phantom briskly crossed to the stables and tied the reigns secure.
‘I… yes,’ Tegan said, quickly, as she moved away from the stable door, behind which Dan gave a curious honk, as if unsure as to why his new friend had left. ‘This evening. Why?’
‘No reason,’ the phantom said, with a gentle shrug as he turned to face her. ‘Word spreads about these things. I may have to pop in, just to keep an eye on things.’
‘You will do no such thing!’ Tegan exclaimed, temper rising. ‘I won’t have a highwayman disrupting the occasion!’
The phantom did not seem to take offence at her tone, and instead let out a chuckle.
‘I can see why Miss Traken likes you so much.’
Tegan’s mouth fell open in shock.
‘I- what?’
‘She gave me an earful yesterday evening,’ he said, smirking. ‘Complaining that I was dragging the village into disrepute and that I should -what was it?- “be more courteous to such a sweet young lady as Miss Jovanka”. It seems you have a great admirer in our local pastors daughter.’
Tegan stared, feeling an uncomfortable heat rising in her cheeks.
‘Miss Traken is rather a prissy young thing,’ the phantom continued, but his tone was not malicious. ‘But she was correct. I do apologise for putting a mark on your good face during our initial encounter.’
‘I… yes, well…’ Tegan stammered, quickly. ‘Just see that it doesn’t happen again. And you leave Nyssa alone; she is not prissy!’
The phantom raised his hands -both gloved- in a placating gesture.
‘My apologies. You have my word as a gentleman,’ he said, smiling. Tegan was surprised to see dimples appear in his cheeks. ‘I will make sure that no harm befalls Miss Traken.’
Tegan folded her arms.
‘I will hold you to that, Master Phantom,’ she said. ‘Nyssa is too good for this world.’
‘Oh, is that a fact, Miss Jovanka?’
The phantom took a step towards her. Tegan held her ground, regarding the masked man with a raised eyebrow.
‘I assure you,’ the phantom said. ‘My intentions are strictly honourable.’
‘No matter what they are, you -good sir- will get no quarter from me,’ Tegan replied, curtly.
The phantom stared at her for a moment, but did not step further.
‘It would impinge upon my honour to make a fine lady as yourself uncomfortable,’ he said, quietly. ‘I am far from the brigand that you make me out to be.’
‘Nys doesn’t like you that much, and I take her views on such matters seriously.’
‘Oh, well, if Nys sees me as such-’
Tegan slapped the man’s arm. The phantom gave a laugh, not seeming to take insult from the slap.
‘I must have offended her at some point,’ he chuckled. ‘I will have to extend my apologies to her as well, when next I cross paths with her.’
‘You’re impossible!’
Another dimpled smile. The green eyes behind the mask glittered.
‘I like to think so.’
The masked figure bowed down on one knee, and -slowly, as if gauging her reaction- reached out and took Tegan’s hand in theirs. The phantom did not press his lips to her skin, but instead looked up at her, eyes surprisingly wide. Tegan was suddenly struck by the almost… familiar expression of gentle kindness.
Tegan did not pull away. The seconds stretched on.
Gently, the phantom let go of her hand and climbed to their feet. They then crossed back to the stables and began to untie the horse’s reigns.
‘I will bid you good evening, Miss Jovanka. Enjoy your dancing.’
‘Thank you,’ Tegan replied, somewhat unnerved. ‘I’m sure I will.’
‘Oh, and send Miss Traken my esteemed compliments,’ the phantom said, as they swung a leg over their horse. ‘I do enjoy getting scolded by a pastors daughter over conduct, if I do say so myself.’
And, without another word, the horse -and its mysterious rider- disappeared into the rapidly descending fog.
Tegan turned back to the stables, and leaned over the low door.
‘What do you make of the phantom, Dan? Can we trust them?’
There was a happy honk in response.
Tegan smiled to herself, gave Dan a fond scratch behind the ears, and headed back indoors.
*
‘Hello, Tegan!’
‘Hello Polly,’ Tegan smiled, as her friend pulled her into a hug. ‘Looking forward to the dancing? Dad’s been able to get a couple of travelling musicians to join in.’
‘Oh, wonderful!’ Polly exclaimed. ‘Yes, I am rather; although that may just be because I’ll be dancing with Ben.’
Tegan rolled her eyes fondly. Ben and Polly had nursed feelings for each other since childhood, and it was sweet to see them enjoying themselves now that they were engaged.
It was rapidly approaching the evenings dancing. Twilight was rapidly descending over Crofters Lodge, more quickly than normal due to the dense fog. Outside, the villagers could barely see a few feet in front of their own faces; Tegan’s father had put a particularly bright light outside the front door so that people wouldn’t get lost on their way to the dance.
Tegan had initially intended to change into a nice dress that Aunt Vanessa had bought her during her time in London, but Joy had apologetically asked her to help out with the setting of the temporary wooden stage for the band. As a result, she was still wearing the blouse (sleeves rolled up to the elbows) and long skirt that she had been wearing that afternoon, with a slightly threadbare pinny tied around her middle. She had quickly gone to scrub her face with soap and water earlier so, at the very least, she looked halfway presentable.
‘Nyssa not here yet?’
Tegan startled at Polly’s question.
‘Er, no. How did you-’
‘Oh, Benton told me that you would probably be inviting her along,’ Polly said, cheerfully. ‘You always did like her a great deal.’
‘Well, yes,’ Tegan replied. ‘She is a good friend.’
Of course, like all of Tegan’s friends, Polly had no idea as to the sheer extent of Tegan’s feelings for Nyssa. Aside from Benton, who had always been far more perceptive than people gave him credit for, none of the other village youngsters had ever suspected anything other than platonic affection in Tegan’s thoughts towards Nyssa.
Polly had a happy laugh as Ben came to stand next to her, slipping his hands into hers.
‘Anyway, have a good time this evening,’ Polly said, cheerfully. ‘Hope Nyssa enjoys herself.’
Tegan gave a smile, and her two friends headed away to a table on the far side of the common room.
In their place was now stood the tall, friendly form of Benton. He was wearing his watchman uniform and a pair of sturdy, shined boots. Benton took a great deal of care when cleaning and polishing his boots, Tegan knew; the man was fastidious in his own appearance but without vanity, if that was possible.
‘No sign of Nyssa yet?’
Tegan scowled up at the man.
‘No, and I would thank you not to mention that to every other person in the village. Poor Nyssa was nervous enough about coming here without everyone knowing that I invited her.’
‘Why would them knowing you invited her cause Nyssa nervousness?’ Benton said, deflecting the question and giving a quietly knowing look. ‘Anyhow, I’m sure she’ll be here soon; I imagine she was simply pulled into helping a parishioner with something and got delayed.’
Tegan sighed.
‘I know,’ she said. ‘Anyway, why are you here? You do realise my mum’s going to suggest I dance with you, right?’
‘I’m on duty,’ Benton said, with a smirk. ‘Your mum knows better than that. We’ve got this top-brass from London arriving later, and I promised that I’d meet him here at the inn.’
‘He’s here about the phantom, isn’t he?’
Benton nodded.
‘I wouldn’t be surprised if we have a lot more notice placed upon our little community in the coming months. Anyway, nothing for you to worry about, Tegan; you just focus on making sure Nyssa has a good time this evening.’
Leaving her with an encouraging smile, Benton headed over to the bar to strike up a conversation with Tegan’s father.
Tegan sighed, and scratched the back of her neck absentmindedly.
While she did appreciate that Benton didn’t seem to have any issues regarding her feelings for the parson’s daughter, she did wonder just how much he was aware. Now that she had grown up a bit, Tegan got the distinct impression that Benton knew a lot more about the goings-on in the village than he ever let on. People tended to assume he was a little slow-minded, given his large stature and affable face, but Tegan could see that it was far from the case. While still a profoundly kind and decent person, Benton was a great deal quicker on the mark than initial appearances suggested.
Tegan was interrupted in these musings, however, as her mother motioned her over to the bar.
‘Tegan, go outside and check the stables. Don’t want anyone leaving horses there without letting us know.’
‘What?’ the young woman exclaimed. ‘The dancing’s due to start soon; can’t it wait?’
‘Afraid not. Hurry up, and you should make it back in time.’
‘Send Adric; he doesn’t even like dancing!’
Sure enough, Adric was sullenly stood amongst the group of young people than included Ben and Polly. His hands were shoved in his pockets, although he kept casting glances over at the kitchen, clearly thinking about his stomach.
Joy frowned at her, placing her hands on her hips.
‘Exactly why he needs to stay here; it’ll do him some good to be socialising with other youngsters. You know how awkward he is around people his own age.’
‘Oh, brilliant; so both me and Adric can be unhappy this evening!’
‘Need I remind you, my girl, that I could have easily asked you to help out with the cooking this evening. So no more lip, okay?’
Biting back a retort, Tegan stalked past her mother and out the side door, towards the stables. As she exited, she grabbed her shawl from the hanger and wrapped it loosely around her shoulders.
The cold air was cold against the bare skin of her forearms, and she shivered as she crossed the courtyard. The drizzle from the afternoon had given way to a sort of damp mist in the air. By the distant lights of the inn, Tegan could see her own breath frosting in the air as she exhaled.
As she approached the stables, she could see that Dan was softly snoring within his little bay. The rest of the stables were completely empty.
Refilling Dan’s feeder, Tegan shivered again, already looking forward to heading back inside. Away from the lights and sounds of the inn, the night had an oppressive feel to it, as if some malevolent force was hanging amongst the dank, murky mists that had rolled in from the common.  It was like something out of one of those ghost stories that had so terrified her as a small child.
Tegan packed away the donkey feed, and turned to go.
Yank!
Tegan was stopped in her tracks at the door. Twisting awkwardly, she looked to see what part of her clothing was holding her in place.
Sure enough, her shawl had gotten caught on a stray splinter of wood that was sticking out from the door. In the half-light, Tegan bent down and pulled it free. The shawl was left mostly intact, but now had several bits of loose fibres hanging free. That would require some sewing to repair, a skill at which Tegan had tried and failed to master.
‘Stupid- bloody- thing!’
Angrily, Tegan gave a hard kick to the offending door, and received a sore foot for her trouble. Hopping on the other foot, and mentally cursing her own bad luck, she swore loudly. She knew she must surely look a comical figure. 
‘Tegan? Is that you?’
Tegan turned to the sound of the voice, and promptly lost her footing. She overbalanced and fell backwards onto the hay barrels behind her, causing a loud thump. Dan, awakening nearby, gave a loud honk of confusion at the disturbance to his beauty sleep and walked sideways into his feeder, knocking the thing over the stable door and causing a large cascade of assorted foodstuffs to dump itself over Tegan’s head.
Staring through her wet hair, now festooned with donkey food, Tegan’s vision swept up from her own hay-strewn dress and onto the face of the startled Nyssa Traken, who was stood at the entrance to the stables, wearing a pretty burgundy dress and an expression of bewildered shock.  
That settled it. The universe clearly hated Tegan Jovanka.
‘Oh, Tegan…’
Nyssa hurried forward and, pulling a handkerchief from the pocket of her dress, knelt down next to Tegan. Before the older woman could stop her, the pastors daughter began to wipe away the donkey feed and water from her face.
‘Nys, stop it, I’m fine…’
‘Tegan, you’re covered in hay and animal feed,’ Nyssa continued, matter-of-factly as she continued her ministrations. ‘We can’t have you dancing with all this on your face, can we?’
Once the donkey feed had been mostly removed, Nyssa helped her to her feet, and the innkeepers daughter felt her face burn with mortification. She had wanted to seem sophisticated and friendly to Nyssa when they met this evening; being covered in straw and various animal feeds had not been the impression she had wanted to give.
‘Sorry,’ she mumbled. ‘I know I must look a right state.’
‘My fault entirely,’ Nyssa replied, kindly. ‘After all, I did startle you when you needed your concentration.’
‘You mean you saw me hopping around on one foot, swearing blue murder.’
‘Well… yes,’ Nyssa admitted, with a chuckle. ‘I asked your mother where you had gone and she pointed me towards the stables.’
‘Of course she did,’ -Tegan rolled her eyes, before letting out a sigh- ‘Er… sorry, I imagine you probably thought I’d stood you up.’
‘Not at all,’ Nyssa replied, cheeks dimpling with a kind smile. ‘But I did see Adric sullenly dancing alongside Ben and Polly, so I put two-and-two together.’
‘Right. Er…’-Tegan’s eyes darted over Nyssa’s clothing- ‘Y-you look pretty.’
‘Oh, thank you! Do you really think so?’
Tegan nodded, and the pastors daughter’s mouth broke into an even wider smile, cheeks dimpling prettily.
‘Very pretty indeed,’ Tegan continued. ‘Sorry, I had to help out with the setting up, so I couldn’t get changed into anything nice.’
‘I think you look lovely as well, Tegan.’
‘I had horse feed in my hair barely a minute ago, Nys.’
Nyssa gave a chuckle.
‘Regardless, you still look very pretty.’
There was a pause where Tegan’s brain momentarily froze.
‘Thanks. Er… this is Dan,’ she said, gesturing to the donkey, who stared up at the two women with a kindly inquisitive eye. She needed something to talk about that didn’t involve Nyssa saying how pretty she looked; she didn’t think her heart could take the strain. ‘My parents latest edition to the household.’
‘Oh, lovely!’ Nyssa exclaimed, eyes widening with delight as her mouth blossomed into a huge smile. ‘What a sweet name for such a sweet animal!’
‘Thanks,’ Tegan replied, with a grin. ‘I thought it would suit him; can you believe the bloke who owned him last never bothered to name him?’
‘Oh, the poor thing,’ Nyssa chuckled, reaching down and stroking Dan’s long face. The donkey gave a happy honk, clearly delighted to have a second friend visiting him. ‘Aren’t you a good boy, Dan…’
Tegan smiled softly, watching the pastors daughter as she continued to fawn over the old donkey. Nyssa’s kind and sweet nature was wonderfully intoxicating to behold. The way her eyes lit up with delight, and the way her entire spirit seemed to fizz with joy was… well, Tegan didn’t have the words for it. She was just happy to witness it, and to bask in the glow of the moment. She was surprised to find that she wasn’t even remotely jealous that Nyssa was so enamoured with Dan.
Her heart gave a soft thud against her chest, and Tegan leaned against the side of the low stable door, resting her head on the crook of her arm to watch Nyssa.
‘I think the name definitely fits him,’ Nyssa said, happily, before turning to face Tegan. ‘You’ve done an excellent job of naming him… er, Tegan?’
‘Hmmm?’
To Tegan’s delight, Nyssa’s cheeks flushed with colour and she blinked quickly, smile becoming flustered.
‘You’re… staring at me.’
‘Oh,’ Tegan said, without breaking eye contact. ‘Is… that a problem, Nys?’
‘No,’ Nyssa replied, cheeks dimpling. ‘Not at all. But… why?’
Tegan shrugged.
‘You’re beautiful, Nyssa,’ she said, her eyes not leaving Nyssa’s face. ‘When you are excited about something, it’s like… watching a sunrise.’
Nyssa’s cheeks bypassed red and turned a deep maroon. The pastors daughter seemed suddenly unable to look Tegan in the face, and her eyes ducked down. Her hands awkwardly clenched at the material of her dress.
‘I… I’m nothing special,’ the younger woman stammered.
‘Yes, you are!’
The force of Tegan’s exclamation shook even her, but she couldn’t focus on it. She strode forward, and clasped Nyssa’s hands gently within her own. Nyssa’s eyes immediately darted up, wide and surprised.
‘Nyssa, you are the loveliest and most wonderful person I have ever known!’ Tegan said, staring deep into those grey-green eyes that she so adored. ‘Don’t ever think that you are nothing special, because I will passionately argue against that whenever you think it.’
‘T-Tegan… I…’
They gazed into each other’s eyes for several moments, each second passing as if every moment had the weight of a thousand years.
The innkeepers daughter was suddenly aware that there was barely a few inches of space inbetween them, and that she was clasping Nyssa’s hands as a lover would.
Honk!
The women startled at the perplexed exclamation from Dan, who was clearly wondering why he wasn’t being patted anymore by his two friends. And Tegan remembered that existence did not comprise herself and the wonderful woman stood in front of her.
The world crashed down around them once again.
Tegan took a deep breath, and gently let go of Nyssa’s hands. However, she was unable to move away, and the two women stood, staring at each other, blown away by the sheer emotion that had passed between them barely a few moments before.
‘T-Tegan?’
‘I-I forgot myself,’ Tegan whispered. ‘Please forgive me.’
‘There is nothing to forgive,’ Nyssa said, just as quietly. ‘I… thank you, Tegan. Truly.’
There was a very heavy moment of silence, as the two of them continued to stare at each other. Tegan could feel her heart hammering against her chest, and took another deep breath.
Their eyes broke contact.
Tegan cleared her throat. Nyssa rubbed her upper arm with a nervous hand.
‘Er…’ Tegan said, looking back at the parson’s daughter. ‘You came here for dancing, did you not?’
‘I came here to dance with you, Tegan,’ Nyssa said, smiling prettily as their eyes met again. ‘If… if you will have me?’
‘I’d consider it an honour, Miss Traken,’ Tegan said, bowing low with her hand gestured as if she had just taken off a hat.
Nyssa giggled.
‘As would I, Tegan. But you needn’t bow; neither of us are gentlemen.’
‘That phantom bloke apparently is,’ Tegan chuckled. ‘Has he apologised to you yet?’
‘Yes, early this afternoon,’ Nyssa replied, still giggling. ‘He mentioned -what was it?- “getting schooled in decorum by a certain innkeepers daughter”. I take it you are the cause of his reformist actions?’
‘I reckon I am. Couldn’t have him calling you names.’
‘Well, he wouldn’t be the first to refer me as “prissy”, but thank you, Tegan.’
Nyssa looked across the courtyard. The lights from inside the inn were spilling out from behind the curtains, and various silhouettes could be seen. The band had, by this point, started warming up, and the sounds of music (banjo, fiddle and a type of Irish drum known as a Bodhrán) could be heard despite the distance.
Tegan saw Nyssa place her hands nervously against the front of her dress, curled slightly.
‘Well… we don’t have to dance in there,’ Tegan said. ‘I mean, we can hear the music just fine out here. Bit quieter, too.’
Nyssa’s eyes darted away from the inn and back to Tegan.
‘It’s rather… improper, isn’t it?’ she said, sounding unsure. ‘To dance in a courtyard with another person?’
‘Maybe, but -and maybe I’m overthinking things, Nys- you and I are both women,’ -Tegan extended her hand-‘so surely no-one would suspect anything untoward?’
Nyssa stared at her for a moment, before her eyes glittered with nervous excitement. She reached out and took Tegan’s proffered hand.
‘Imagine that, the pastors daughter breaking convention like this.’
Nyssa gave a hearty laugh, that sent delicious shivers up Tegan’s spine. The younger woman then leaned in close, bringing Tegan’s hand up with her own, and spoke into Tegan’s ear.
‘Oh, I can break far more conventions than this, Tegan,’ she whispered. ‘I’m not as prissy as you may think.’
The next thing Tegan knew, Nyssa had dipped her, keeping one arm wrapped around her back. The younger woman’s eyes sparkled mischievously as Tegan stared up at her, heart hammering in her chest.
Rabbits!
‘I-I never thought you were prissy…’ Tegan stammered.
Nyssa giggled.
‘Did I make you flustered, Tegan? I may have to do that more often; you look adorable from where I am right now.’
Nyssa gave a wink. Tegan’s stomach flipped over.
The parson’s daughter gently helped her back upright, and the two began to step in time with the music, their hands joined softly together. Despite the cold, Tegan was feeling distinctly flushed but she found it difficult to complain. With the courtyard deserted around them, and no prying eyes to intrude upon this moment, Tegan felt her stomach settle into a sort of giddy ecstasy.
Nyssa’s hand was warm and gentle against her own, and the eyes of the pastors daughter never left Tegan’s own as they continued to dance, the way they had both been taught at folk dances from an early age. Their heels of their footwear clapped smartly against the cobblestones of the courtyard, and their breaths misted slightly in the cold air.
Tegan wasn’t sure how long they danced for, but the next thing she knew, the song had finished and there was the sound of applause from within the inn.
The two young women stopped, both breathing heavily from the exertion. Tegan could see that Nyssa’s face had flushed slightly, giving a rosy red colour to her cheeks. She looked even prettier than normal, and her dimples showed as she smiled at Tegan. It did not occur to Tegan to remove her hand from Nyssa’s, and presumably Nyssa was much the same, as neither of them broke contact.
‘Wow,’ Nyssa said, softly.
‘Yeah,’ Tegan replied, breathlessly.
‘Thank you. That was… wonderful.’
‘Was?’ Nyssa’s mouth quirked into a smirk. ‘Can we not continue? I’m sure the band will begin playing another song soon.’
Tegan nodded, chuckling.
‘Of course we can.’
*
Eventually, they had to stop dancing. Tegan’s hands were growing cold, and Nyssa insisted on dragging her towards the inn so that she could warm up by the fire inside. Tegan reluctantly allowed herself to be pulled across the courtyard, and through the side door. It was rather hard to complain when her fingers were intertwined with Nyssa’s, she had to admit.
The dancing had wound down, although the place was still packed with people. The band were still playing, but it was a slower romantic ballad. Tegan’s parents were slow-dancing together, along with Ian and Barbara. The youngsters, including Ben and Polly, were mostly chatting nearby the fire. Adric was eating from a plate he’d clearly taken from the kitchen while his mums back was turned.  
‘Hello, Miss Traken,’ Benton said, cheerfully, as Tegan and Nyssa closed the door behind the them. The tall man was stood nearby the bar, nursing a flagon.  ‘Are you enjoying the dancing so far?’
‘Yes,’ Nyssa replied, as they joined him. ‘Tegan’s been showing me some moves.’
‘I bet she has-’
‘Benton!’
The man laughed good-naturedly as Tegan’s face flushed. The innkeepers daughter, seemingly reluctantly, let go of Nyssa’s hand and headed over to the fire, striking up a conversation with Ben and Polly.
Nyssa waved her face with her hand, the warmth of the room quite a contrast from the brisk air outside. She could still feel the touch of Tegan’s skin against the palm of her other hand, and the sensation made her happily giddy.
She smiled after Tegan for a few moments, but turning her gaze to the couples still swaying in the middle of the room. Barbara’s hands were slowly drifting down Ian’s back as the two slow-danced.
‘Tegan cares for you a great deal,’ Benton said, matter-of-factly. The room was so busy that Nyssa could only just hear him. ‘About as much as you care for her, I believe.’
It was like the air had suddenly been sucked out of Nyssa’s lungs. The atmosphere seemed to crystallise around her, and her head felt as if it had been forcibly dunked into a large bucket of cold water.
Her smile froze on her face. She slowly turned her head. Benton’s face did not give anything away; he might as well have just said that he hoped the spring weather would arrive soon. What… just what was he-
‘I think you two have something special,’ Benton continued, the skin crinkling softly around his eyes as he looked down at her. His tone was now soft and gentle. ‘Very special. My aunt in Brighton has such a close friend, and for many years now.’
‘I…’ Nyssa said, blinking very quietly. ‘You don’t-’
‘Don’t I?’
Benton’s smile faded slightly, and he turned to face the parsons daughter. Nyssa felt herself bristle.
‘If you tell her-’
‘I won’t. I assure you, I will not,’ Benton said, looking serious. ‘And I won’t tell anyone else, either. But… if you’re going to be close to her, you need to make a decision about what your intentions towards her are. Tegan has a good heart, and I will not see it broken, you understand me?’
Nyssa swallowed.
‘Tegan doesn’t-’
‘Oh, Tegan wouldn’t notice if you kissed her full on the mouth,’ Benton interrupted, with a wave of his hand. ‘But she’ll tie herself up in knots trying to rationalise your actions and convince herself that you’re simply being kind. She’s too harsh on herself, is Tegan.’
Nyssa’s hands curled into the material of her dress.
‘I… I know that,’ she said, very quietly.
‘Besides…’-and here Benton leaned in and lowered his voice-‘That’s not the only secret you have, is it?’
Nyssa went very still, and her eyes widened.
‘What are you implying?’
‘You know exactly what,’ Benton said, frowning. ‘How long are you going to keep lying to Tegan about… that?’
‘I’m not lying to her!’ Nyssa hissed. ‘And you will not tell her that, either! That matter is entirely different!’
There was a momentary distraction as Ian let out a giddy laugh behind them. Barbara’s hands had clearly found their intended destination.
Benton sighed, and turned to face Nyssa again.
‘Listen…’ he said, slowly. ‘I don’t mean to be harsh with you. I know you care for Tegan a great deal, I do. But… I just don’t want to see her get her heart broken. Can I trust you to make sure it isn’t?’
Nyssa swallowed again.
‘Yes,’ she whispered. ‘Yes, you can.’
Benton smiled.
‘I was hoping you’d say that,’ he said, grinning. ‘I will hold you to that promise, but I think you’ll do a better job of doing so than I’ll have to.’
The tension in the air eased, and Nyssa took a breath. The air had mercifully returned to her lungs, and her head didn’t feel like she had just dunked it under ice-cold water.
‘You’re a good friend to her, Benton.’
The man shrugged.
‘I suppose,’ he said, taking a sip from his flagon. ‘You are too, as it goes. Although definitely not in the same way-’
‘Oh, shush!’ Nyssa exclaimed, slapping him softly on the arm. The two of them laughed.
At which point, Tegan ended her conversation with Ben and Polly, and headed back towards them.
Benton touched his forelock, and headed away. 
‘What was that about?’ Tegan asked, frowning after the man.
‘Er… nothing,’ Nyssa said, quickly. ‘I was just saying that Benton is a good friend to you.’
‘Oh,’ Tegan said, before shrugging. ‘Yeah, I reckon he is. Wish mum would stop trying to pressure us into marrying, though.’
Nyssa chuckled.
‘Oh, goodness forbid Tegan Jovanka ever settle down.’
‘Yes,’ Tegan grinned. ‘That would be most miserable. Speaking of being miserable… oy, Adric!’
Adric, who happened to be passing on the way to the kitchen, rolled his eyes, but without any bite. His eyes flicked between his sister and the pastor’s daughter.
The young boy smiled, and headed away through the kitchen door.
‘Oh, you do tease him so!’ Nyssa chuckled.
‘Sibling perk,’ Tegan laughed, nudging the younger woman softly with her shoulder. ‘Don’t tell me you never used to tease Turlough when you were growing up.’
‘Well, maybe a little,’ Nyssa relented, with a fond roll of her eyes in the direction of the innkeepers daughter. ‘But I don’t have your way with witty quips.’
‘Says the woman who winked while mentioning she wasn’t prissy-’
‘Ssshhh!’ Nyssa laughed, flapping her hands as her face went slightly pink. ‘Alright, you’ve made your-’
Creak…
The door opened, and a figure stepped into the room, mist leaking slightly into the common room before the door was closed neatly again.
The newcomer was a man. His eyes were intelligent. A small moustache -neatly trimmed- bristled slightly as his gaze swept around the room. He had the stiff posture of a military man of rank, without any of the relaxed affability that Benton possessed. His hat was placed under his arm, pushed up against his torso. Buttons gleamed on his jacket. His boots were polished in a very no-nonsense sort of way; enough to be smart but without any great love. As his eyes came to rest on Benton, his brow furrowed slightly, as if thinking quickly.
Tegan immediately got the sense that this was a man used to being in charge.
‘Watchmen… Benton, was it?’
Benton stepped to the front of the assembled crowd, and saluted.
‘Sir.’
‘Very good, man,’ the newcomer said. ‘Slight delay on the roads, but better late than never.’
‘Yes, that happens a lot round here, sir. Not due to highwaymen, I hope.’
‘The braggards wouldn’t dare.’
The man turned to look at the assembled villagers. Tegan stepped closer to Nyssa. Nyssa responded in kind, her shoulder pressing against the older woman. Seemingly without realising what she was doing, the pastors daughter reached out and intertwined her fingers with Tegan’s, the act of casual intimacy hidden by the material of their clothing.
‘Lethbridge-Stewart’s the name,’ said the man. ‘Here on official business. Don’t you worry; we’ll have this… phantom on trial in front of a judge before springtime arrives.’
Tegan couldn’t be sure but, out of the corner of her eye, she could have sworn that she saw Nyssa’s face turn very pale indeed.
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Thanks for reading, everyone; apologies for the delay with this chapter but -given the increased length compared to the previous chapters- I wanted to spend more time on this one. Hope you enjoyed it!
Oh, and in case it wasn't obvious, I DID decide to set this fic on Sutton Common purely due to the happy coincidence of it having the same name as Sarah Sutton (Nyssa's actor) XD
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neuvifuri · 1 year ago
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sharing my neuvifuri playlist! cover art by @kingskyless ⚖️💧
the playlist roughly follows an interpretation of their relationship from focalors/furina asking neuvillette to be iudex as part of the plot to make him love humans, the beginning of a romantic relationship during their co-reign of fontaine, the trial and focalors death, furina leaving, and then reuniting 💕
i’d also like to give credit to whoever it was who suggested evermore as a neuvifuri song, but i believe the post was deleted :(
EDIT: i found the post! thank you @cinnamonbirb534
tracklist:
Beauty Will Save the World by Dirt Poor Robins
Come into the Water by Mitski
Remember My Name by Mitski
Come Alive by Rachel Taylor
Deep Water by American Authors
13 Beaches by Lana Del Rey
Me and My Husband by Mitski
C’est La Mort by The Civil Wars
Geyser by Mitski
All This And Heaven Too by Florence + The Machine
Gravity by Sara Bareilles
Intertwined by dodie
Dancing With Our Hands Tied by Taylor Swift
Curses by The Crane Wives
everything i wanted by Billie Eilish
The Sword & the Pen by Regina Spektor
I’m Your Man by Mitski
Inkpot Gods by The Amazing Devil
What The Water Gave Me by Florence + The Machine
Dance Me to the End of Love by The Civil Wars
Maybe by Lily Kershaw
Death Stranding by CHVRCHES
Bigger Than The Whole Sky by Taylor Swift
All Things End by Hozier
In Our Bedroom After The War by Stars
Heavy In Your Arms by Florence + The Machine
Evermore by Josh Groban
Her Embrace by Jeremy Jordan
Castles Crumbling ft. Hayley Williams by Taylor Swift
Marigolds by Kishi Bashi
World Spins Madly On by The Weepies
The Night We Met by Lord Huron
Who We Are by Hozier
Love Love Love by The Mountain Goats
Old Gods by Emily Scott Robinson ft. Alisha Amador and Violet Bell
peace by Taylor Swift
Francesca by Hozier
This Is A Life by Mitski, Son Lux and David Byrne
This Love (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift
Fair by The Amazing Devil
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