#curses and magic

[lowkeyfalleninlove]

watching the secret of moonacre as a kid and being an adult now is so crazy bc i know exactly why i like certain kinds of fantasy and romance and it’s all because of some movie from 2008.

[cozycompositions]

Hello, Lovelies! Someone on my AO3 requested a part two to this little ficlet from Februwhump, so here it is! I tried to keep this shortened as much as possible because these two pieces may end up being used in my upcoming multi-chapter work🤫

Enjoy!

When Hamilton enters Washington’s office for the second time that day, he comes alone. His hair is tied neatly behind his head, a few strands falling loose in their usual fashion. His cravat is securely snug around his neck, and his coat sleeves are rolled up so they don’t fall around his knuckles (the boy was far too small - his uniform never fit him quite right).

Washington looks up from his work when Hamilton knocks lightly on the doorframe. He furrows his brow in confusion as he sets his papers aside and removes his glasses. What is he doing back here?

“I thought you’d returned to your rooms, Hamilton,” Washington glanced out the window. “It’s nearly midnight, what are you doing back here?”

“I’ve rested enough, Your Excellency,” Hamilton responds calmly, “Plenty of work to be done.”

There is something different in his voice, he seems so much more mellow than when Washington saw him mere hours ago. Unease settled deep in the general’s gut as he surveyed the soldier in front of him. Washington notes how Hamilton has returned with nothing - no paper or quills or inkwells, all his materials he had returned with him to his room.

Washington sighs and stands, moving towards the boy, though it unsettles him greatly to do so.

“I’m afraid I must deny the thought, Colonel. It’s near time I retire for the night, and you as well.”

He makes it all the way to Hamilton before he notices. How he did not notice in his sleep deprived state surprises the general, but not nearly as much as the fact itself. Hamilton’s eyes were no longer their chocolate hazel color, instead a bright azure. A beaming color, yet somehow eyes so dull.

“What-“ Washington brings a hand up to Hamilton’s face.

And then it’s like a switch is flipped.

Hamilton lets out a shrill scream and shoves Washington away with all of his might. Washington is much taller and bigger than Hamilton, it would barely have moved him if he was not so taken aback. His head was reeling, a fog suddenly taking over. He saw red, literally, as the mist in his mind seems to be reflected in front of his vision. The boy is suddenly less visible, but Washington can see his face. He is not afraid. Hamilton’s scream was not one of fear, it was a signal. Perhaps, even a spell of its own. A distraction.

Suddenly Washington’s vision is waxing and waning, and he is somewhat aware that Hamilton is not the only one in the room. He is unsure, though, if he is simply seeing double in his disoriented state.

And then he hears a second voice and he is sure.

Laurens - he blearily realizes - it’s John Laurens who is in his office now. Washington tries to lift his head, but his whole body feels heavy, he can barely move off of the wooden floor he has somehow found himself on.

The general can barely make out the image of John Laurens ruffling through his desk drawers unceremoniously, helping himself to paper upon paper, all filled with notes and messages of the utmost importance.

Laurens moves towards the door without closing a single drawer. He knocks over an inkwell in his heavy movements, black liquid spilling onto the wood like a pool of blood.

Now that Laurens is in full view, Washington notices how without a startle - he’s not enough energy - how he too is walking, moving differently. But unlike Hamilton, it is not reflected in his voice. He hasn’t said a word.

Laurens reaches Hamilton, who hasn’t moved a muscle for the past however long (Washington isn’t sure how long - days, weeks, months?) and touches his face wordlessly. Hamilton’s eyes immediately flutter closed and he collapses bonelessly to the ground. Washington gasps when he hears Hamilton‘s head crack against the wood. Hamilton does not move again.

Laurens reaches for the doorknob before turning back to the general and smiling.

“I do hope you two survive this, General Washington. I would so hate for my fun to be cut short at some boring letters.”

He exits, closing the door behind him.

Washington hears the lock click.



[painted-lemon]

um can we make this a real thing??????

please tag any other fandom that could use this meme format

[peaceandlove26]

infinite potentiality

[friendshipismagicka]

just pinkie pie responding to people who make their own substitutions to her recipes and then bitch about how they sucked 🍰

[abbeyofcyn]

I'm experimenting

[anuphim]

HEY HEY HEY !!!!! HAPPY HALLOWEEEEN

[vivtanner]

Teleportation gone awry 💫

[merlins-strawberriesandroses]

POV you’ve informed the Queen and the Court’s Sorcerer of something and they very clearly know something that they’re not letting on

[crayonmothrax]

The bride and...

The groom

[heybiji]

[fantastic-nonsense]

one of my favorite headcanons is that the people of Gotham originally thought Batman was an urban legend not just because Bruce was good at sneaking around and pretending to be a shadow in the night early on, but also because they live in an insanely cursed city, heard "shadowed wraith beats up criminals and leaves them for the police to find," and went "yeah that tracks. it's Gotham, ghosts fighting crime is totally believable"

[trixiebythefanverse]

This drawing was difficult for me to finish, not because it was difficult for me to draw it, If not because I had too many responsibilities this week

XD

[ashersbraincell]

Being from the Slavic regions is so funny because one small inconvenience and you’re muttering/whispering rapid-fire expletives in your native language like you’re a witch/wizard/sorcerer/warlock whatever tf you wanna call it trying to hex the living fuck out of someone with the ancient tongue

[astra-ravana]

Cursing By The Moon

Dark/New Moon: Ruined beginnings, job/financial loss, bad health, depression, hopelessness, despair, fear

Waxing Crescent: Destruction, ruined plans, weakness, illness, ruin, sorrow

Waxing Gibbous: Bad luck, arguments, tension, chaos, accidents, injuries

Full Moon: Spiritual warfare, psychic attack, hauntings and possessions, nightmares, legal issues, loss of motivation/will power

Waning Gibbous: Addiction, ending relationships, stress, panic, emotional breakdowns

Waning Crescent: Mistakes, humiliation, bad choices, betrayal, butt of the joke, loneliness

[justaz]

arthur and the knights getting cursed so they can’t hold a weapon, fight, and can barely walk. clumsy x1000 blast. the cure is idk somewhere in the woods or with the druids or something idk idk don’t ask me. anyways they get ambushed and arthur and the knights cant fight so merlin is like “damn it” and pushes them all back and looks at arthur and is like

merlin: you can’t fight so i’m going to fight them.

arthur, stumbling over his own two feet even while merlin is pushing him up against a tree: you can’t fight

merlin: i can. i’m going to. what i need you to do is wait, alright? you’re going to be mad, i get that, but that’s going to have to wait until later. can you do that?

arthur: you can’t fight, merlin.

merlin, rolling his eyes: will you just listen to me for once? be mad later. appreciate that i’m saving your life right now.

merlin, leaving arthur to fall flat on his face, muttering under his breath: like always

and then woosh merlin saves their lives and is a bad ass sorcerer yippee gwaine is very turned on and so is arthur but he’s also definitely pissed while lancelot is so proud of his bestie (and a little turned on)