#its not amazing either. like its no tangled or beauty and the beast or anything.

[berenshand]

i want to say the wildest thing about wish is that disney fully funded and released a movie where the bad guy could basically be a metaphor for the disney company. but it's even wilder because they funded and released it as their celebratory 'we're 100 years old and we're soooo great' movie. and what's even wilder than that is that their 'we're 100 years old and we're so great movie', which features a bad guy who is basically a metaphor for their company, was a flop

[justjessame]

Starting Over Chapter 12

“Brooke?”  I shook my head when I heard Connie’s voice on the other end, the sounds of cartoons playing in the background told me she was home.  “Are you alright?”  The worry in her voice made me feel guilty for not calling more often, or checking in at least.  

“I’m fine, worrywart.”  I settled into my spot on the couch, smiling as I caught a whiff of Bucky’s scent.  “I -”  I took a deep breath and bit my lip.  “I’m sorry I haven’t -”

Connie shushed me.  “Stop,” I closed my mouth, worried that she was going to tell me that she didn’t have time for fairweather friends and that she had a family to take care of now.  “You don’t have to explain anything to me, Brooke.”  It felt like my heart restarted.  “I can’t imagine how you must have felt coming back.”  I heard a rustling in the background and then the noise that had sounded like cartoons went away and it got quiet.  “Sorry about that, Bryn wanted to watch Tangled again.”

I smiled, my goddaughter, or she would have been if I’d been here to do the honors was three years old.  “Tangled is a good one.”  I was happy that Connie was willing to talk to me, that she was willing to make time, even if I’d pushed her away.  “Is that her favorite?”  

Connie laughed and I was happy to hear that it was as familiar to me as my own.  “She likes all of the princesses.  Joey is thinking we’re going to have to push up the trip to Disney by a year.”  I was grinning at the thought of Joey Amoruso playing girl daddy through the Magic Kingdom.  “Don’t worry, I made sure she got to see Beauty and the Beast, too.”  That got a laugh out of me.

“I can’t help loving Belle,” I argued, and listened to her snort.  “How’s your mom?”  Connie worked at her mom’s beauty salon, she’d started as soon as she was tall enough to reach around a customer’s head into the sink to wash their hair and after high school didn’t blink about going straight into cosmetology school.  

“You know Mertle,” her mom’s name was Ismerelda, but some hard of hearing old lady had misheard it once and called her ‘Mertle’ to our forever hilarity.  I laughed.  “She makes me do Mrs. McGillicutty’s hair now, every damn week, just because she got tired of doing the same style over and over.”  I remembered Mrs. McGillicutty, she was a sweet lady, but a little dotty.  “Today was my half day, Bryn’s preschool runs a half day every other day.”

“Who keeps her on the off days?”  I got up to grab a drink and listened as Connie told me all about the nightmares of finding childcare, even with an extended family like hers.  Falling back into the type of conversation that two friends have, if one had gone away for a while.  I grabbed a glass of water and my eyes landed on the flowers that Bucky brought me, a smile finding its home on my lips again, I sat down at the table and talked to Connie while I pulled the vase closer and played with the petals.  

Before we said our goodbyes, a good hour and a half after we’d started talking, Connie finally asked the question that I knew she had to have been burning with since she saw my name appear on her phone screen.  

“Not that I don’t LOVE hearing from you, Brooke, but what brought this on?  Why now?”  I’d wandered back to the living room, curling into the chair that Bucky sat in, letting the residual scent of him cradle me.  

“I met someone,” she squealed, causing a tiny mimic to happen from the background and I chuckled.  Good God, she had a mini me.  “You’d know him, actually -” I bit my lip.  “EVERYONE knows him or knows of him.”  I squinted, shit, should I tell anyone?  

“Tell me EVERYTHING.”  But then I heard a male voice, Joey her husband.  “Shit, the conquering man returns.”  I snorted.  “You are NOT off the hook, Brooke.  I expect details and a NAME.”  I promised she’d get both and then we said goodnight.  

I’d missed a text while I was on with Connie.  Another attempt at a selfie, this time it had part of another person that I found out was supposed to be Sam when I read the accompanying text message.  “See UR cuter.”  I was grinning, but the next message made me sigh.  “Stuck w/ Sam. :(“ 

Sad face emoji indeed, I thought.  Contemplating what type of reply I could send to a 106 year old without pushing him away or over a cliff, I went back to the kitchen where his flowers were still holding tight.  Thinking about how creative I felt like getting, I found the largest bloom, went to the bathroom and brushed out my hair. I tried to remember what the women from Bucky’s younger days might have done to look tempting.  Dramatic eye, red lip, then putting the flower behind my ear I hoped like hell that I didn’t look completely ridiculous before clicking off a shot and sending it.  

“Too bad. Sam’s a lucky guy. :*”  

I was washing off my work and thinking about reheating some more leftovers for dinner when my phone chirped.  Glancing down I was left smiling by his answer.

“No, I am.”  

Dinner, a shower, then bed.  Well, after a LONG staring contest in the mirror where I did my own personal pre-bedtime mantra.  It was rote, and I did it with the same vigor that I’d done it with every other time.  And I was just as certain that it would work as well.  

Without Bucky, I had my bed remade and I was settled back on my pillows.  The soft blue glow of the television had been a nice addition, so I flipped it on.  Turning the volume down so it was the same murmur that was soft enough to not keep me awake, I hoped it would work as a surrogate for the anchor that Bucky’s presence seemed to be.

The flashes came red, blue, unnameable colors. The feelings of pain and suffering, darkness and terror creeping closer and trying to pull me back.  I still couldn’t see what caused it, where the pain came from, what was so terrifying that I felt trapped by it.  What or who was trying to drag me back to wherever I’d been was still as unknown as it had been when Thanos snapped his gold encased fingers and after the Blip the answers were still unavailable.  I didn’t feel as pinned down or as in danger or being yanked away from home, so I was still tethered to reality.  I just had to wait through it, to survive the feelings that I couldn’t figure out, until the flashes of colors came to let me know the end was coming and I was waking up - coming home again.

I woke to a text from Connie.  

“It’s McGillcutty’s day. Come visit me. PLEASE.”  I shook my head at the plea, but it wasn’t like I had plans or a job to get to.  I hoped she knew I wasn’t planning on spilling ALL while she was cutting hair and styling the neighborhood ladies, because I hadn’t been gone so long that I’d forgotten how fast gossip travelled.  

“Fine.” I hit send.  I got ready and grabbed some toast and a bottle of water.  My bag with a book, my earbuds and a charger for my phone, just in case, and I was out the door and heading to Connie’s mom’s salon.  

I was at the salon by the time both slices of my toast were finished and most of my water was gone.  Tossing the napkin I’d wrapped my breakfast in in the trash when I walked in, I almost missed the hush that fell over the entire room when I entered.  Almost.  Shit.  Standing up I realized that all eyes were on me.  Great.

“Brooke!” Connie beckoned to me from her station at the back of the shop, one she’d picked out when she was still washing hair.  “Put your eyes back in your heads,” she rolled her eyes.  “It’s JUST Brooke.”  I shook my head, only Connie would try to brush off the fact that I just walked into the neighborhood hen coop after steering clear of it for a full six months, and I looked five years younger than I SHOULD.  

Her mom grinned at me and called out a “looking good, Brookie” as I passed, getting a little red added to my cheeks, but aside from that Connie had shamed most of the clucking hens into at least pretending that they weren’t amazed by the very sight of me.  I made it to Connie’s station and found that she’d prepared for my visit by grabbing one of the waiting area chairs and brought it back so I wasn’t stuck leaning against the wall or counter.

Plopping down, I watched as she went about styling Mrs. McGillicutty’s hair.  After I’d said a polite hello to the elderly woman, of course.  It was almost mesmerizing, watching Connie wrap each curler with the blue washed thinning hair of the bird thin woman.  And as she wrapped she talked.  

“You remember how Tawny and Sam were planning on getting married the year after we did, right?”  I told her I did, and she snorted.  “Yeah, that went south so quick.”  I heard Margaret Andrews pipe up from two chairs down that it wasn’t all that surprising.  

“They were on again and off again so much growing up, I’m surprised either of their mamas let them make that much of a plan.” She offered up.  I bit my lip, the hen house was raring to go.  

Connie’s eyes met mine and I could see them sparkling with mirth.  And we were off, the mission seemed to be to get me back in the swing of things and she’d brought the troops.

I got another ‘selfie’ in the middle of my visit with Connie and I glanced at it and bit my lip.  It was marginally better.  Bucky was at least visible and discernible this time.  I couldn’t tell where he was, but the message wasn’t optimistic about my odds of seeing him soon.  

“Baltimore w/Sam.”

A sigh escaped and Connie glanced up from where she was cutting Kelly Taggert’s hair.  Since Kelly was someone who wasn’t exactly in our sphere prior to leaving school, much less before the Snap, Connie held her curiosity at bay.  Too bad Kelly didn’t get the memo.

“Bad news, Brookie?”  I glanced up, thinking about reminding Kelly that very few people had the privilege to call me that, and she most definitely wasn’t one of them, but held back.  This was Connie’s place of business after all.  

“Not really.  Just spam.”  Fuck it, why give her any grist for the mill?  Connie could smell my bull from a mile away, but Kelly didn’t know me from Adam.  

“I hate that, there should be a way to input a block for those automatically -” and she was off.  I grinned at my phone as I typed a reply to Bucky. 

A selfie was out of the question, not with this crowd.  “I’m socializing. Willingly.”  

Kelly was still telling everyone, because her voice could pound a nail into a wall it was so fucking loud and annoying, all her ideas for dealing with spam texts, emails, telemarketing calls and on and on.  I almost felt bad about setting her loose.  Until my phone chirped and I got another selfie from Bucky looking shocked in answer to my text.  

Tucking my phone away, I set back and let Kelly rant until Connie finished her hair.  

I stayed until closing and it wasn’t as bad as I’d thought it would be.  Connie told me that her sister-in-law was keeping Bryn after preschool, and we had some time to just relax and chat.  I had a feeling she made those specific plans after we talked on the phone, she was just that freaking curious.  

She grabbed two cans of soda from the breakroom and plopped into the swivel seat her customers usually sat in while she played fairy hair godmother.   “Spill.”  I rolled my eyes as I cracked open my can.  

“You only invited me to hang out today to ply me for information about my personal life, didn’t you?”  I squinted over the top of the can as I took my first drink.  She grinned and nodded, not the least bit shamed.  Swallowing, I dramatically sighed.  “Fine.” I couldn’t stop the smile that started growing at the thought of Bucky.  “Do you remember when Mom and Dad took us to the Smithsonian?”  

She was staring at me like I was crazy and didn’t know where I was going to go with the trip down memory lane, but she nodded as she opened her own drink.  “Yeah, we were like ten.”  

I bit my lip.  “We were,” it had been a fun trip, just Connie, me and my parents.  For Connie who had siblings and me as an only child - we both had a blast.  “We went to the Captain America exhibit.” 

“God we went to ALL of the exhibits it felt like, your dad was gaga over the Air and Space one -” she stopped, suddenly HEARING what I said.  “Wait, the -”  Her eyes met mine and went wide.  “NO.”  

“I bumped into him,” my hand went to my chest, still a little bit tender.  “He’s - he’s amazing.”  

Connie leaned forward and looked almost exactly like she had when we were 15 years old and I told her that Todd Garrison kissed me behind the bleachers during the pep rally.  Wide eyed and excited, she bit her lip.  “Is he -” she looked like she couldn’t quite decide what to ask first.  “Tell me EVERYTHING.”  So I did, within limits, sort of. 

[sennextheassasinkingoflight]

The Bard and The Witcher

So, here’s that soulmate song based fix it fic I wrote last night. I hope you all enjoy it. Can be read as platonic or romantic Geraskier Rated T for mild swearing as per AO3 guidelines, probably could have gone with General but ehh. 

This story was highly inspired by "Welly Boots" by The Amazing Devil. If it looks like a line came from the song it probably did! There is one or two direct quotes, and a lot of pulls. So if it even looks like it came from the song it did and give full credit and praise to Joey Batey and the rest of The Amazing Devil for creating it!Also this I realize is a song-fic turned soulmate au, fix-it- fic gone wild. I reference A few other soulmate tropes early on, and I don't remember where they all came from. If you recognize them and know where they came from will you pretty please drop me a comment so I can give proper respects to the authors and make sure to cite/source/ recommend them properly??? Shout out to Thatrandomace who wrote "And The Sky Was Finally Blue" I make mention of the trope from this story in mine. It's an excellent story go read it. :) Thank you all so much! I hope you like this one. Cross posted on AO3 at SennexTheAssasinKingOfLight.

The Bard and The Witcher Everyone has a soulmate, this isn’t something that is debated. It is a fact. Everyone thinks that you know your soulmate by words written like ink on skin, by a symbol that represents them, by seeing color or the color of your soulmates eyes, by the way they smell, or any number of other methods. The truth is, when you meet your soulmate your souls become tied. Most people do not notice this event.There is no outward change, you may not be romantically inclined or involved with your soulmate. Some live their entire lives either never meeting their partner or they are in close enough proximity with them that they never feel the negative effects that lead to knowing one’s soulmate. When you leave your soulmate your soul stays behind with them (See the final note). Likewise theirs remains with you. Should you and your soulmate become separated by great distances and time it is likely that both parties will die unless they are reunited. This near death experience is often the only way to know your soulmate.

Sometimes if one partner is recorded as being especially strong or especially emotionless then they often survive the separation. Witchers, for instance, always survive this separation while their partners do not. It is thought this is because of their mutinigans or perhaps because of their training. Whatever the reason, it is unknown. You may be wondering if there is any other way than this near death experience for soulmates to know if they’ve met. There is not, save perhaps the whispering of children. Usually one does not know about their soul tie until they’ve begun to die, after they have seperated. However, there is time to be reunited before death occurs.

Separated, soulmates often state that they noticed changes in their behaviors. Those that were reunited noted that they believe the changes in themselves were those that their partner records as having lost. It starts as a little thing, with their souls not near, they begin to lose parts of themselves. It may be as simple as a desire that is usually very strong, such as the desire to watch the sunrise, and then it will grow until parts of their very beings fade. By then it is often too late to find one's soulmate. For most, they have but two months when they’ve begun to lose their essence, their main personality traits, their desire and will to live. It is of note that some scholars believe that the soul left behind often manifests as a ghost, a spirit or spectre, that cannot be killed by a Witcher or otherwise.

Should members of the soul tie find one another all damage is repairable over time. In one another's company they often grow stronger and healthier. Note, that the length of time recorded for members of a soul tie to die is veritable and has been reported to change depending on three major aspects of the partners relationship. The first is the length and duration of time the soulmates have known one another, the intimacy of their relationship regardless of its nature (Romantic or otherwise), and the way by which they depart from one another’s company.

Should soulmates meet briefly and in passing they are likely to live a near normal duration of life. This is believed to be because the souls have become tangled but do not know the others as more than a stranger passing by. These often go unnoticed, and undocumented. As such there is little more to be said on the matter. Also note, because soulmate relationships are not always intimate, that this may play a part in strangers meetings. How can one be tied to one they do not know?

Should soulmates know one another for a long time and depart on loving and mutual terms it takes a much longer duration of time for the soulmates to pass. They often are not burdened by personality changes or the other effects of the separation, especially if the intent to reunite is strong between both parties.

Should they know one another for a long period of time and depart in anger, and non mutual desire, death is likely to arrive much quicker for both parties.

It is often recorded that in such cases where the soulmates have known one another for long periods of time that as they die and their desires fade, they take on and exchange traits with their soulmate. We speculate that this is the way by which the gods may attempt to draw soulmates back to one another. It is usually subtle and unless soulmates recognize these traits they may never be reunited with their partners. However, if they do recognize the traits, and ‘hauntings’ of the others spirit, they may yet have time to reunite.

One final note on soulmates, it is believed strongly that children, newborns to slightly older children , 0-7 can see your soulmate's spirit as it follows you. Consistent reports from children is what leads to the belief that the hauntings that soulmates report in their partners absence is in fact their soulmates soul. Some rare adults have also reported this phenomenon. Often these adults are free spirits that are not bound by the laws of normalcy and maintain a love for the beauty of the world around them.

Adults like me, dear reader.

This is the story of a bard named Jaskier and his witcher Geralt of Rivia.

The Bard and The Witcher.

At the time of their deplorable and heart wrenching separation neither knew they were so bonded. They had traveled apart at times, sometimes for long increments, but at those times they always intended to reunite even if they were unaware of their own desires. Eventually the days turned to weeks and both remained largely unfazed.

The poet anguished and from his pain brought forth into this world such well-known and beloved songs as “Her Sweet Kiss” among others. He continued to play for courts and taverns, inns, and any who would listen. He played until his voice broke and his fingers ached, he danced until his legs gave way beneath him. Eventually the bard regained himself, though his identity would be forever tied to his witcher.  After all, twenty two years of companionship is not so easily forgotten. For a while he returned to teach at oxenfurt as an alumni and one day decided to leave. He would go to the coast. I believe this decision was made when he began to notice the small changes becoming greater, when the soul following him was more attentive.

Alternatively the witcher's anger eventually ebbed away and guilt took its place. He often brooded and sulked as was his custom and habit before the viscount turned bard had begun traveling with him. Often he found himself listening for news of the bard sometimes this made him feel – he would not admit it to anyone – at these times he would find a beast of one kind or another and expand his energy by dispatching it with reckless abandon and unbridled restraint. The result was new scars on an already marred flash.

T’was narry six months past their departure that the Bard and the Witcher began to notice changes in their case, unlike previous recorded cases, the symptoms (shall we call them dear reader?) are more prominent and drastic from the start. We may attribute this to the very passionate nature of the lover bard and the overprotective silent fondness the witcher most definitely harbors for him. The bard found that he often wanted to speak less and the witcher more. The Bard enjoyed company less, the witcher more. These were not subtle changes. The bard knowing and putting stock in the romanticized records that detail most accurately the tales of soulmates drew but one conclusion: That he had known his soulmate intimately and was now separate from them. It would be a little over a year before the full effects began to wear on either.

Even as he descended the mountain the bard felt as though he was being watched. When he looked there was never anything there. It was like there was something in the corner of his eye but when he turned to see it, it would jump out of his line of sight. It was fast. But it was there. He didn’t know what it was, only that there was a presence with him at all times. Whenever he looked in the mirror he’d catch the briefest flash of a shadow. It didn’t frighten him. Sometimes he could swear he could feel the coolest touch against his skin. This touch did not occur often so when it did it often elicited a reaction from the bard. Often the distraction saved him from some kind of dangerous circumstance. When he began to notice the shifts in his personality, he set out for the coast. He knew he hadn’t much time left for the world.

He arrived at the coast very near sunset. The horizon was painted in golds and reds. He hated it. It made him angry the way gold and red reflected on the water. And yet, there was something haunting and beautiful about it. It reminds him of the day he thinks he left his soulmate behind. He isn’t a fool. He settles in near a village. He doesn’t stay in it. This is easier with his sudden aversion to people. He still composes and he still sings, and plays with all the fervor he ever had. This he hasn’t lost yet. So he knows that while his life is fading and the colors are muting around him, he has time still.

One night while playing for a gathering in the city square the bard nearly has a heart attack. He’s playing something for the people to dance to. They’ve started asking him to play at event’s like tonight's wedding. So of course he agrees. He’s coming to the end of the song and he fumbles a note, regains his composure and continues. A fellow musician gives him a look but he just shrugs and looks back at the corner of the square occupied by 3 young children and what looks like Geralt, only it can’t be. He’d know if the witcher was here. He can’t hear anything from this distance. So he watches, and then as Geralt turns his back on them to go wherever he intends to go one of them tries to catch him by his leg, the child falls through. Geralt smiles the kind of smile that is reserved for children and on occasion Jaskier. Gently he kneels down and says something. He swallows, his mouth suddenly very dry. He had thought, but now he knew. Geralt was his soulmate and his soul had saved his life, had put shivers down his spine, had walked beside him all these months. He turns back to the musicians. He has to focus. People are looking at him strangely so he smiles too large and sings louder.

The children approached him sometime later. One of them, a short boy with freckles hands him a light blue Forget Me Not with a Yellow dandelion.

“I was asked to please give these to you. But I can't tell you who told me Mister. He said it was a secret.” Jaskier kneels to be at eye level with them,

“Thank you. I think I know who they are from.” He smiles a bit sadly, eyes soft and understanding. Underneath it all is just a touch of anger. Anger that one man could steal his entire life. He had given it freely enough and then it was tossed aside like a chicken bone after supper. And now, that same man would be the reason for his death.

“ He also said to tell you,” the little girl chimes in putting her hands behind her back and bouncing on the balls of her bare feet, “that a storm is coming and you need to make sure you have your books in order.”

“He said somtin about the orners too.” The other boy, missing a few teeth, says happily.

“Really? Well I have a way of waterproofing my books when I’m done with a song. Maybe that's what he meant. And you little miss, if a storm is coming you ought to put your storm boots on.”

“I’ve lost em Mister.”

“Lost them? Well then you ought to put on a heavy cloak at least. Else you’ll be soaked right through.”

Then he stands and corrals them back to their parents. A glance at the horizon tells him that there is a physical storm coming, but the mess in his head and his heart tell him perhaps it’s an entirely different kind of storm. When he returns to his home, a sturdy little shack with a fire pit in the middle, a table and two chairs on one side and bed on the other, a small wardrobe beside it and a small shelf with kitchen supplies, he falls tiredly into his bed. Absently he sets his lute against the wardrobe from his perch atop his blankets. Eventually he sits up and removes his boots.

“I know you’re there. I saw you with the children earlier. I know you can hear me. I think you can anyways. There aren't many recordings of adults seeing their soulmates' souls. Can you talk to me? Oh come on. Seriously? Is there a rule that says you can’t let me see you? All these months knowing you were there, but never seeing you. Please just come out from wherever you're hiding.” Geralt’s spirit does. It stands before him with a cocked head and calculating gaze.

“So you can show yourself.” A stiff nod is all the response he gets. “Oh. Just as silent then. Or maybe I can’t hear you.” The spirit says something but he can’t hear it. “Well then, at least I can see you I suppose. Does he or, er, you know that we’re bonded?” A hesitation, a scowl, and finally a nod. “ Huh, I wonder if he’ll come looking after me. I mean Witchers don’t die from separation like the rest of us do. He probably doesn’t care enough to bother. Besides he doesn't put much stock in this kind of thing anyways.” The spirit frowns and shakes its head vigorously, but Jaskier only laughs. He is at peace. He won’t go seeking the other out.

He begins to change and the witcher's spirit turns his back. “Oh, really. Interesting. Your welcome to stay where I can see you, and you don’t have to, oh whatever. Do as you please.” Geralt's soul turns back to him and nods. He perches on the end of Jaskier’s bed that night, and as the days go by he takes to laying beside him with an arm around him. And though Jaskier can’t feel it it is oddly comforting.

He sees the way the spirit smiles at him when he plays. He can see the way he interacts with the children The little girl from before approaches him while he plays. He leans down to hear her speak. They’re out on the beach collecting shells, and he is just enjoying the day. The salt ruins his strings and he has to take great care in cleaning his instrument when he's done, but it’s worth it to watch the children dance in the sand.

“He,” she looks over her shoulder at the spectre, “Asked me to tell you he’s proud of you, the way you’ve grown up.” She says giggling and running away. He sputters fingers playing several wrong chords before he stops all together. The witcher's spirit openly laughs at him in silence. Jaskier can’t help but smile back.  

He can feel his desire to play begin to ebb. It won't be long now. This is the most important part of himself. That night he gets drunk and he plays louder and more energetically than he has in a very long time. Suddenly it’s like he is young all over again. He plays and sings with the energy he had when he first began, loud and long into the night. His voice rumbles through the room. Geralt's ghost smiles and watches him from the dark corners of the room.

Soon after his health begins to fail. He takes to sitting in the small garden he’s made and listening to the waves or remaining in bed. He still plays, gently to himself, but the music doesn’t come as easily as it once did. One of the villagers takes care of him. She asks if she can write anyone for him. If he knows who his soulmate is. He smiles softly, a bit sadly, and weeps. “ He sent me away long ago. I do not think he will come for me, even should a letter find him. Thank you though.” She frowns and leaves him for the day. When she has gone he has conversations with Geralt's ghost. The spirit is sad, and Jaskier understands why. It will remain in this world and he will not. He was very good at working out the other’s meanings. “Don’t look at me like that, you’ll have my soul won’t you? Will it stay here?” The Spirit nods with pursed lips. Unhappy.

I learned later, dear reader, that at about these same times, a similar occurrence happened with the witcher.

Geralt often heard one sided conversations around him since being seperated from Jaskier. They always came from children. Young children. Usually they were innocent enough conversations but they made him stop and wonder. Such as the one now. There was no one with these children. They were at their own table in the inn. They kept looking at him and smiling. He smiled back and promptly looked away; he didn’t need upset parents. So he turned his ear toward them instead and listened.

“What’s it like?” “Like snowfall?” “Oh. love. Like when momma puts us to bed at night, or kisses my skinned knee?” “I get it. That's so magical.” “What are you Mister?” “A soul?” “A musician?” “Why can’t anyone else see you?” ``A soulmate….. yeah I can tell him.”  

“Fuck.” It’s a muttered whisper against his ale. He can put it together easily enough. Jaskier was his soulmate. His soul was speaking to those children and now the oldest, a boy around seven, is stalking toward him. He stiffens. “Mister Witcher I was told to tell you, “ That I’ll be with you all along, as long as you are kind To those who are not strong and cannot find —”” A surprised mother grabs his shoulders. “My Apologies Witcher.” “ S’fine.” He mutters with a polite nod. The scent of fear was on her but it was offset by simple uncertainty. Unlike the boy. He’d been unafraid. The next morning he set off into the brisk autumn woods.

It's been a very long time since he craved interaction with others, but it is more intense these days. He wishes he didn’t know who his soulmate was. It would be so much easier. He knows as a witcher he will survive their separation, and if it were someone else he wouldn’t feel the need to go find them. But this is Jaskier. And though he doesn’t understand why this separation has been the one to make the nature of their relationship known, he knows he can’t let Jaskier die. So he tries to think of where the bard would have gone. He knows he’d been a fool on the mountain. The least he could do was apologize, and stay near enough that Jaskier gets to live his life out completely. He is near Oxenfurt he realizes as he looks at the signpost at this junction. He sets his jaw and decides to make a stop. Maybe they’ll know something at the college.

They don’t. He has been gone a month. He’d just up and left one day after the end of the last set of courses. One of the professors suggests he tries the coast, he vaguely remembers a comment about salt water being bad for lute strings. So he heads towards the coast. He keeps his ears out for anything, any sign that the bard had come this way.

It’s cold, even to him. He pushes onward. The snow is nearly knee deep anywhere off the road. He’ll be at the sea in another day or two. He sets his jaw in determination and freezes when it feels like a heaviness has settled upon his shoulders, around his neck. He looks down and can see nothing there. He looks around. Strange things like this had been happening since the boy had approached him. He feels foolish, but it does feel warmer where the weight is, like he is wearing a scarf.

“Thank you.” he whispers to the wind and continues on.

Two night’s later he’s looking out upon the sea. The winter moon reflects brightly in dark and turning depths. The stars are hidden behind clouds. He enters an inn and is given a room. As he lays there that night, he realizes he has no idea which direction to go, up or down. He growls into his pillow. Then he freezes, it feels like there is a hand on his face, more accurately like his face is being cradled.

He sighs,“ I know you've come to the coast. I know I sent you away so you left me behind. I feel like I’m still standing on that mountain. How do I find you bard? Can you see my ghost? Hear it? That would be just right for you. You’d just be one of those rare cases.” He growls again staring at the ceiling. The feeling on his face shifts gently, like it’s trying to comfort or say something. The heat moves and rests over his heart instead. “I don’t understand.” He gruffs. “ I don’t speak in metaphors and allegories. I wish you could speak plainly. If you're even there. I can’t believe I am having a conversation with...”

He sleeps fitfully that night. He dreams of blue and yellow flowers, and of a town with a statue in its square. When he wakes he asks the innkeeper about such a town. She says yes, a few weeks down the road there is a town with a statue like that, she doesn’t know about the flowers though. She wishes him well, “Good luck hunting witcher” and turns away. He pauses, when was the last time he thought of killing something, of actively seeking out a creature, a contract. Suddenly he wonders how much time Jaksier has. He rides fast, as fast as he can to the next town. He sleeps little and eats less.

The Bard doesn’t have any idea that the Witcher has been seeking him out.  

“There's a man in town, causing a ruckus.” She says gently, as she enters Jaskiers house. “That so?” He smiles from where he is sitting up in bed. “Leave the door open.” “Yes. He was just riding into town as I left. Kicked over some crates in a fit of rage after asking one of the men something. He seemed rather upset about something. Very strong too.” He looks at her and furrows his brow. “What did he look like? I'm sure he means no harm.” Geralt's spirit is nodding at him, encouraging, making gestures that seem to say “go to town”. He smiles to himself, defending the man even now. Even when he doesn’t know it. “White hair, it was long. He had a beard. He was wearing all black and had two-” “Go and get him. Tell him Dandelion wishes to see him. Go, quickly. He should be calm when you say that. Please. Go!” There is urgency in his voice despite it’s tiredness. She looks at him with shock. “Your soulmate.” “Please. His name is Geralt.” His voice breaks and she runs from the door.

He tries to fight it but his eyes grow tired. He leans back against the headboard. A little nap wouldn’t hurt. But he wants to see Geralt, the flesh and blood Geralt. The spirit beside him is trying to keep him engaged. A warmth on his leg where his hand rests, keeps Jaskier grounded. But he knows there isn’t much time left. He knows today is his last day. He wants to see the sun on the ocean. Slowly he forces himself to his feet with a blanket wrapped around him. He holds himself against the wall for support and makes his way to the door. He smiles, and sits in the chair in his garden. His legs give out as soon as he makes it to the chair. He looks across the horizon, the sun will set with red and gold tonight, he can see the tinges of color in the air. It’s early evening. He smiles, and closes his eyes. He can hear a horse whiney nearby. He is proud of the witcher. So very proud. He sleeps.

When the Witcher discovered the bard with closed eyes in the garden he panicked. He is loath to admit such, but he did.

“Dandelion?” He calls, hurriedly dismounting Roach. Geralt kneels beside the smaller man and exhales a shaky breath, the bard is still breathing. He smiles gently. He looks to the woman that had brought him here.

“Thank you.”  She nods. “I’ll watch over him now.” “Of course. Please let me know if you need anything. You should stay near him at all times. I mean no offense Mister Witcher sir, only I know soulmates can die even near one another if it's too late.” “I’ll stay close.” She nods and begins her trek back to the village. He brushes stray locks from Jaskiers face. “Stay with me. I’m here. Stay here with me.” He whispers gently against his head, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Wake up so I can apologize and then tell you off for coming to the coast alone.” He pulls away and lifts the bard, the wind is beginning to blow. The salt stings his nose some but he ignores it. He will ignore it forever for Jaskier.

To pass the time, he tells stories to the sleeping bard, to the souls he isn’t sure are still there. Do they remain outside their bodies when soulmates are reunited? He doesn’t know. It doesn’t matter. He tells another story, recalls another memory and laughs at their past antics. He shivers despite himself when it feels like fingers have traced his spine.

“Damn it, Jaskier wake up. This isn’t fair. I won’t be alright if you don’t wake up. Jask. Please.” He stands and paces, keeping his back to the bard. He tries to focus on a different image and throw this one to the wind. “You’re light and I’ve let you become snuffed out. And I am selfish, how will I deal with people without you there to soften the blows, to fight for me?” He clenches his fists and his jaw. He’s very near crying, something he can’t remember having ever done. He never thought he would beg for someone to live and survive. He never thought he would need someone, but the thought of Jaskier dying, or it being his fault, it’s unbearably heavy.

“You’re strong enough to live on Geralt.” Jaskier whispers gently, half awake. A small smile tugging at his lips. Geralt smiles back. He holds Jaskiers hand until he falls asleep again. He has hope that the bard is getting better.

When the Bard finally awoke for good, it was to a very distraught witcher keeping vigil at his bedside.

“I’ll live, Geralt. Now please, water.” The witcher obeys and retrieves a glass for him. He drinks slowly.  Jaskier knows he will follow the witcher wherever he goes. But until he is well, he intends to make Geralt work for his spoken forgiveness. His heart has already forgiven the other.

A few years later, Jaskier walks barefoot through the sand with a smile on his face. Geralt has been specifically asked for a contract. They don’t separate often, usually Jaskier follows him, but this contract is particularly tricky and Geralt doesn’t want him in harm's way. When they do seperate, for any length of time, it goes like this.

“Will you miss me, like you did all those years ago? Like you did when you thought I was gone?” He asks looking up at Geralt who watches the sun set beside him.

“I'm terrified, you’ll be gone.” Geralt responds, glancing down at him. “You won’t leave me behind again? Won’t send me away and act like you don’t care?” “I won’t, Jaskier. Never again.” “You’ll come back?” “I will. I will come back.”

When the Witcher returned to their home on the coast after his contract he did so with apprehension in his chest. It had taken much longer than he thought to travel there, dispatch the creature and return. Every step closer to their home on the coast was taken with dread. “If you're not here, I can’t carry on.” He whispers to the night air. His hope is fading, there is no candle lit for his return, no noise from within the house. He’s about to enter the house when a soft sound catches his ear, he turns, and there is Jaskier strumming his lute at the gate on the far end of the garden. He smiles and the bard smiles back.

“Welcome home.”

The Bard and The Witcher, never leave the other without the intent to return. Both parties are properly afraid of what might happen should they leave one another on such deplorable terms as that time on the mountain. More often than not the Bard finds reasons to tag along even on those dangerous contracts. He wrote a ballad about this event in his life, and he continues to write ballads among other things now. He sees others' souls as he had his own and offers them warnings and advice if they will have it. The Witcher does not stop him.

The times have changed, and the world around them has shifted, but they still travel together, The Bard and The Witcher. They always come home to the coast when they can. For it is a special place for them, a place of survival and memory, of love and hope. I must leave you now, dear reader, for this tale has many more adventures to come. The night is growing late and my candle is burning low and my darling Witcher calls for me from the other room.

P.S. I write this with my witcher leaning over my shoulder, dear reader, but I thought I ought to tell you that when your soulmate is a witcher  you live as long as they do. What a pleasant surprise. I should leave you now, Geralt is being ne—

[toomztoom]

She looked of archaic magic

Hooves kicked up the soft surface of the white snow, leaving shallow holes in the ground. Four horses ran in the cold night, the rhythmic sounds of metal from the saddles following the powerful beasts. The lead horse carried the king himself on his dark, muscular shoulders. The other three carried trusted guards on their haunches. They galloped out of the castle walls and out into the unprotected land, the horses' heavy breathing echoing in the darkness. The moon illuminated the night sky and shined down on the horses flanks. The king and guards pushed their horses a little past their limit. Time was precious now, and they couldn't afford losing it. They needed to reach the cottage.

The woods could be seen in the distance, encouraging the men to move their horses faster. One of the guard's horses nearly tripped as the guard kicked the horse's hips. The king's strong horse sent snow and dirt flying with it's powerful hooves, it's black coat shining in the moon. It was by far the most beautiful out of all the horses, but not only did it have beauty, it had strength and courage, making it the best war horse out of them all. As they reached the forest, they slowed to a halt, the king observing the twisted trees.

"We need to be back by sunrise!" The king bellowed, his breath puffing into clouds.

The guard's replied with a quick, "Yes, your majesty."

They let their horses catch their breath for a minute.

"Your majesty?" Requested Odin, one of the guards.

The king looked over his shoulder at the guard in the back of the group.

"What shall we do if she doesn't agree, sire?"

There was a hesitant pause.

"Odin," the king said at last, "let's pray she does."

They yelled and kicked their horses back into action, although none of them were eager to enter the dark woods. The witch in the forest gave everyone shivers. No one dared speak her name, let alone mention her.

Thick evergreens stood tall and hid the skyline. Snow covered every branch of every tree, just waiting to collapse to the ground. The snow covered the ground like a white blanket. Everything looked dead.

As they made their way deeper into the woods, the lush evergreens were soon replaced with plants that resembled burnt sticks. The snow was now bare, showing the dead and shriveled plants on the forest floor. One of the horses whinnied.

The air shifted, and if possible, became even colder than before. The wind batted and scratched the guards' faces, doing no justice to the horses, either. In the corner of the king's eyes, he could spy shadows running along with them, but he knew not to pay them any mind. Laughs could be heard in the distance. Screams and scratches filled the frosty air, even though there was nothing alive here.

No one dared step foot near her.

The men hopped off their horses and tied them to a hopefully sturdy tree branch, checking to see if their weapons were somewhere they could reach.

"She's close by." The king warned. "Whatever you do, do not provoke her."

The men took the rest of their journey by foot, all becoming uneasy as they spotted the cottage. The king knew what would happen if she were to be provoked, making his heart race with dread. But he had no other choice.

They breached the tree line and entered the clearing.

The cottage was old and run down, with weak wood as support beams and pests as guards. A pang of guilt shot through him. 'She's been living like this this whole time...' He winced. Two giant trees stood tall and proud on either side of the cottage. They were the only trees with leaves and strong branches, while the others in the forest were rotted away and lifeless.

They got closer to the cottage, keeping note that the clouds began to grow dark and swirl above their heads. The king glanced at the sky just in time to see lightning strike the two trees. The men jumped in surprise and took a few steps back, expecting the trees to catch on fire. However, nothing happened.

Confused, they stood there, watching them and glancing over at the others nervously. The king took a step forward, before retreating again as the trees began to groan and creak, writhing and shaking in their place. Their roots began to protrude out of the ground, slithering like snakes on the forest floor. Some of their leaves fell to the ground as one of the trees used it's roots to stand up. The other soon followed, shaking dirt off itself and standing tall.

There was a pause. No one dared move as the living trees stood still. The king held his breath.

The tree on the left swung its branches like fists at the group, flinging dirt up in the air as it crashed into the earth. The men were lucky enough to be able to throw themselves out of the way before impact. The other tree grew its branches out of its trunk like spikes and spun, sending up a dust storm. The dust got in the men's eyes, temporarily blinding them. A thud and a scream of agony came from one of the guards.

"Simone!" Yelled Roth, watching his friend get flung into the air and thrown into the woods. The guard ran after him, avoiding the spikes of the tree as it unleashed them in different directions.

The king ducked and watched the spikes fly overhead, knowing he shouldn't have brought himself into this situation. He shouldn't have brought anyone into this situation. He rubbed the painful dust out of his eyes and stood before the trees, shaking with fear. "Hey!"

The trees turned to him, rearing back in preparation of attack.

"Wait! We mean your mother no harm!"

They froze.

"Please, we need her help! She knows who I am! She's the only one who can help... I'm begging you, let us pass!"

The trees hesitated, before relaxing, turning to each other as if they were speaking through a language no mortal could comprehend.

"Kaal, Shoc! That's enough, my lovelies. Go back to sleep." Said a soft voice behind the trees.

Roth came back supporting an injured Simone, who was dripping crimson from his right leg and arm. The men watched the trees go back to their spots in the ground, their roots digging into the ground once more. They shook as they got into position, becoming dormant once more.

The king turned his attention to the lady in front of him, his heart dropping as he gazed at the women he had known long ago.  

The only parts of her body that were showing was her head, feet and hands, all covered in unnatural tattoos that glowed and moved and changed colors on her skin. If the women were to take off her ripped, worn dress, the tattoos would be there too, swirling and shifting in magnificent ways that were almost hypnotizing to watch. Her curly red hair was tangled and matted, and her rosey cheeks had turned to gray. Her eyes were dark--oh so dark and stormy. Anguish and hate filled those beautiful gray eyes... It wasn't fair.

Archaic magic coursed through her veins as bright as day. A magic that has been long forgotten, for it was a dangerous art that no one wanted to try, let alone master. It was so dangerous, in fact, that many ignorant people believe it to be a curse... One of the reasons why the king banished her in the first place. He was blinded by fear and his own selfishness when he exiled her, believing that she would attempt to overthrow him. He knew she would win that battle, so he threw her into the woods, decreeing that if she were to step foot in the castle walls, she would be beheaded.

However she dared not lay a finger on him. She had loved him oh so long ago, and though he was cruel to her, she still did. She loved him with all her black heart. She never wanted anything more than his love. She didn't care to rule, or to be wealthy, or even wear a single jewel from the castle's treasury. The women just wanted to be by his side.

Before he was crowned king, and when his father ruled, Gerald had known and loved a beautiful healer who lived in her own quarters of the castle. Levana was her name. Known throughout the whole kingdom for her kind yet witty heart and her amazing gift. She was the only healer, so she lived in the castle, where she was needed most. There, Gerald and the healer's friendship started when she moved in.

Right after she got settled, the prince fell ill with a horrible flu and was bedridden for days. Levana was ordered to heal him, or the king would personally kill her. Of course she didn't care about his threats. She knew she would be able to take anything he threw at her.

Levana knocked on the mahogany doors to the prince's room, waiting for them to open from the other side.

A maid answered the door, her thick, graying hair secured in a tight bun and her eyes tired with worry. "Are you the healer?"

"Who else would it be?" Levana pushed the maid aside, walking to the prince's bedside. She looked about the room and scoffed, thinking it absurd to have such a large room. 'What a waste of space...' A lavish bed sat in the middle of the room, big enough for a family of ten to sleep in. There the prince laid, looking nearly dead with his hollow eyes, pale skin, and shallow, ragged breaths. Levana pulled up a chair and got comfortable, before holding the prince's weak hand.

The maid choked on her saliva, petrified. "Y-You're not allowed to touch the prince!"

"If the king wants him alive, then I must." She spat with a glare.

The maid flinched, holding her hand to her heart, before cowering into a far corner.

"That's what I thought."

She held his hand with both of hers, the veins under her skin beginning to give off an eerie, golden glow. The color spread like wildfire, and soon she was brighter than a bonfire, her eyes clouded and smokey white.

Sweat began to drip off her forehead, but she paid it no mind. Healing someone took an extreme amount of energy, and it wasn't uncommon for a healer to die during the process. She could feel her life force getting sucked out of her, and she began to gasp for air. The prince's temperature began to lower, and his appearance became healthier. His eyes fluttered open, and the healer yanked away, drenched in sweat as her heart pounded like a war drum. The fog clouding her eyes cleared, and her veins returned to their original state.

"The... The prince..." Levana panted, "is... is healed... The king may see... see his son, now..."

The maid scurried away.

Gerald groaned, catching the healer's attention. He lolled his head to look at her, his eyes half lidded tiredly. The prince examined her for a minute, before a tired smile formed on his lips. "Thank you..."

She smiled back. "My pleasure..."

"Levana," king Gerald whispered in a hoarse voice as his eyes began to tear up, "what... what has happened to you?"

"What did you expect would happen when you exiled me? I'd live in a magnificent castle?" She snorted, grinning in disbelief.

He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again, before repeating the same action again and again. Finally, he said, "You shouldn't have used black magic."

She snarled. "It wasn't black magic! It was *archaic* magic. Very old and almost extinct."

"Never mind. Levana, the reason I came here is for your help. Not to fight."

She laughed maniacally, throwing her head back. "Help you?!Why would I help you? You threw me out of my home because you were stupid enough to think I'd overthrow you! I didn't even care about a throne, I cared about you! I loved you, Gerald!... But what did you do? Exile me because you were too cowardly to do anything else."

He took a step back, ashamed in himself. "Please, Levana, the kingdom is under great threat. The Giants claimed war; we stand no chance!" He got on his knees and grasped her hand, looking into her eyes pleadingly. "Thousands of lives will be lost! I know you don't want that to happen. Please, I'll give you anything, just help!"

She stared down at him, cocking her head to the side in thought. "Anything, you say?"

"Yes, anything!"

A grin spread on her face, and the king's eyes widened as he gulped in fear. She knelt on one knee to meet his eyes, smirking as she patted his hand. "I heard that you finally have an heir. An only son among many daughters."

His hand began to shake under hers.

"I've been thinking about having an apprentice for some time, now." She continued. "I will help you... If you let him live with me so I can teach him magic, and once he is thirteen, we shall both move into the castle, and he shall be crowned king. Do we have a deal?"

The guards looked at the king. Surely he wasn't selfish enough to give away his only son for a war and to continue being king... Could he?

"... How have you become so heartless? Taking my only son away from me!" He began to sob.

"You took my life, home, freedom, and love and threw me in these dark woods alone! This is merely  delayed justice."

Pain was written all over his face as he looked down, his thoughts reeling.

"May I remind you, your majesty, that the giants are merciless and will easily wipe out your kingdom. As well as that, there are no other beings that will willing help you, seeing that half of the races on this world are against you. The only way you'll survive," she put a finger under his chin and lifted his head, forcing him to meet her eyes, "is if I step in and stop all this."

He avoided her gaze, contemplating. 'If I agree we could stop the war... I could have another son in the future...' he greedily thought. He looked back up at her, tight lipped. "I agree."

She hummed and kissed his forehead, standing up. "Very well. Send him tomorrow, and I will give you all the help you need."

thank you @character-prompts for the inspiring prompts 

[littlemisssquiggles]

You mentioned in a previous headcanon the possibility of Ruby losing her eyes due to magic. Well, there's this fic called Until We Have Faces where Salem throws Ruby into the Grimm Pool and it turns her eyes blue, making her unable to utilize the Silver Eyes. What if Salem throws Ruby into the pool and it makes her like Salem: irises red and sclaera black and her now a being who craves destruction just like Salem despite it going against everything she stands for.

Hey Miki-chan. Ahaha! Until We Have Faces. Yes I know about the fic and I know it’s written by Lou @xstonehill . I actually still need to read her fic but I do remember when she first shared the very first teaser for it that had Ruby and Oscar in the Grimm Pool. Awesome stuff.

Theinteresting thing is that I’ve toyed with this kind of theory before only inreverse with Oscar. Once upon a  time, Ishared a RWBY Musing post detailing the possibility of Salem baptising Oscar inthe Grimm Pool, turning him into her King of Darkness. The thought behind thatwas that Salem had captured Ruby and used her to lure out Oscar, who was herreal target. Then before her own eyes, Salem forced Ruby to watch as she dunkedOscar into the pool of darkness and what emerged from its black depths was a monster in human skin—a being of pure darkness who was not onlyhellbent on the destruction of mankind and the world but was also a man with a burning desire to destroy RubyRose specifically as the negative magic of the waters turned Oscar’s love for Ruby intohate.

Thatwas the idea I played with, at first. However now you’ve made me consider a newheadcanon Miki. 

One particular Pinehead theory I’ve discussed numerous times before is Oscarbecoming RWBY’s equivalent of the Golden Cap. You’ve probably seen me make mentionof this. In the Wizard of Ozstory, the golden cap was the cursed artifact used to control the flyingmonkeys. I wanted Oscar to gain the same kind of power so that he may relinquish control of Salem’s Winged Beringel army turning them to his side.

Fromthat concept, this idea evolved in my Oscar’s Luxx theory in which Oscarbecomes powerful enough in his magic to sort of purify the Creatures of Grimm,turning them from monsters of darkness and destruction to beasts of light andpreservation.

I’veeven toyed with the thought of Oscar’s semblance being magic; that way it cantie into how Oscar would become the Golden Cap since the only way I can see him performing such an amazing feat is through magic especially since Salem used her magic to firstly create the Winged Beringels.

Not just any magic either.Light magic. So now I’m wondering something here. What if…as a way to sort oftie all of these ideas together—Oscar’s power is light.

Now here me out with this one. Imagineif… Oscar is the living embodiment of the God of Light’s Fountain of Life andCreation. Like picture Oscar having some sort ofPrincess Yue from Avatar: The Last Airbender experience where as a child, he was blessedby the waters of what was left of the Fountain and thus its magic became a part of him.

OR, as a better example, imagine if…Oscar is like Rapunzel from Tangled in a way. Y’know how in Tangled,Rapunzel’s mother became dreadfully ill and as a means of saving her, herhusband—the King of Corona sort out the magical Sun-Drop flower as means of saving his wife and their unborn child. 

After theQueen consumed the flower, its magic was unknowingly passed onto Rapunzel during childbirthturning her into the personification of the Sun-Drop Flower.

Imagineif…Oscar’s story was like that. He had a mother who became very ill while pregnant with him. His worried fatherheard stories of a secret place in Northern Mistral that was  believed to be a sacred domain inancient times. 

There were stories throughout Mistral that spoke of a magicalfountain that’s been known to heal anything. It was even said to bring someone back fromthe brink of death or something to that extent. 

Imagine if…Oscar’s father, in his desperation, went in search of said fountain. He eventually foundthe remnants of it but all he could salvage was a small vile of the Fountain’s waters. 

Taking that home, Oscar’s father fedto water to his wife. To Father Pine’s surprise, the legends of the Fountain’s magic were proven true. The next day, the farmer awoke to his wife being alive and well again. In time, their child was born—a beautiful baby boy; healthy and perfect in every way.

They named him Oscar—a fitting name for their golden boy 

But unbeknownst to the new parents, the magic of the fountain wasalso passed onto their baby. Thusmaking Oscar the living embodiment of the Fountain of Life and Creation. 

Yeah, yeah, I knowthis is one hell of a stretch with this headcanon. However admittedly, it would be cool if it was revealed that there was a connection betweenOscar and the God of Light’s fountain. I doubt this will be canon but…ey, Iguess it can work as a crack theory of some kind.

I think it really would be interesting if Oscar turned out to be light incarnate. Thathe is the magic of the God of Light in human form. I mean, technically healready is via Ozma.

Butit would be even more interesting if there was something else connecting Oscarto the God of Light that kind of helped pave the way as to why Ozpin ended upwith him in the first place. I’ve always liked coming up with ways in whichOscar is proven to be more special than he seems.

It’swhy I’ve never bought into the idea that ‘Oscar is just another life for Ozmato live’. It’s why I never bought into the idea of him being lost to the Merge.The more I think about it, the more I feel as if the series has been subtly settingup Oscar to be ‘different’ than all past Wizards. He will be the one to change it all. If Ozma was the beginning then Oscar will be the end to the vicious cycle of reincarnation that has claimed the lives of so many men throughout history. He will be the last life. 

Iguess where I’m mainly going with this is that I’m just itching for Oscar to be Lightitself. If Salem symbolizes Darkness and Destruction then I want Oscar to embody Creation and the Light thatwill finally; not necessarily destroy Salem but perhaps save her? 

Even now, this squiggle meister still feels like if Salem were tossed back into the Fountain of Light and Creation again, she’d be fully cured of her darkness easy peezy. I still stand by this theory I made during V6. But y’know, that’s just me.

Iknow fully well that Ruby, as our key protagonist, is the character expected to represent that Light since she has the God of Light’seyes as the onlyliving Silver Eyed Warrior. 

However this still doesn’t changethe fact that Oscar shares that light with Ruby. If she has the God’s eyes thenOscar has hispower.

Heck,the Silver Eyed Warriors wouldn’t even exist in Modern Remnant if Henkle—theFifth Wizard of Light—didn’t possibly birth the first pair of Silver Eyed Warriors.

Magicwas the Gods’ power that they gifted to humanity as their proclaimed greatestcreation. I dunno, I guess I just want Oscar’s power to be Light and magic so that his whole thing would be that he can nullify thedarkness with his light; y’know what I mean? 

Withhis light, Oscar can transform Salem’s Grimm into his fateful pets for him tocommand. With his light, he can possibly strengthen thepower of Ruby’s silver eyes acting as a fuel to her spark (likesome of us have been speculating).

Andshould Ruby somehow fall to darkness, I can see Oscar’s light being what bringsher back. I actually quite dig the theory of Salem turning Ruby into her pawn.Perhaps this can even play into my theory where both our Rosebuds are capturedand while Oscar is locked away in a tower, Ruby is held elsewhere and torturedby Salem as a means of breaking her.

IfRuby possesses an indomitable spirit then perhaps, Oscar has an unyielding love.

Hisdevotion to preserving life and protecting humanity alongside his love forthose that are most important to him is what fuels his light. And should Salem turnRuby—then I can only envision the light of Oscar’s love for Ruby being whatbrings his beloved rose back to him.

Mostof us believe Ruby will be the one to always save Oscar. Perhaps thiscan be a way he can save her in a meaningful way. What do you think of this @parrot-with-a-mohawk? 

Nowall this talk about Ruby falling to Salem is making me recall Disney’s Hercules.Remember that scene when Meg died and Herc confronted Hades to get her soul backand the two made a deal?

 If Herc could get to Meg’s soul before he died, shewould be saved. So Herc dives in and his act of self-sacrifice; that willingnessto go to such great lengths to save someone he loved was what finally turned Hercback into a god.

Imaginea scene like that where Ruby is drowning in the Pool of Darkness. Let’s say…Salem turned Ruby and Oscar is forced to fight her. He wins and a defeated Rubyfalls right back into the pool of darkness. This time, Oscar dives in afterher, determined to save her life this time.

Evenat the expense of his own life. Even at the cost of corrupting himself or worsedestroying himself. Even as the dark matter of the Grimm Pool crush and struck at his vulnerable mortal body, Oscar was determined to save Ruby.

Let’s say, at some pointduring their friendship, Ruby and Oscar make solemn vows to each other thatshould either of them fall, the other would do everything in their power to getthem back or something to that liking.

No matter what, the Rosebuds would always be there to look out for one another. 

Ruby has always supported Oscar through and through when he needed it most so naturally, he would do the same for her without question. Even if it killed him.Even if the darkness swallowed him whole or tore him apart, he would save her.Because he loved her.

Andjust as Herc turned into a God and saved Meg, Oscar…I guess becomes god-like as the God of Light’s light that’s within him fueled by his unyielding love for Ruby and desire to preserve her life engulfs him. 

And to Salem’s surprise, the GrimmPool turns to water as a glowing Oscar, empowered with the radiant golden lightof the God of Light, steps out of the pool, carrying Ruby in his arms—unconscious but saved.

Perhaps there could even be a moment where god-tier Oscar kisses the sleeping Ruby and restores her back to original form and she awakens to his glowing face, beaming back at her. 

That’swhat I’m seeing here. 

Now that I’ve mentioned Oscar becoming god-tier, it’s making me think back to a discarded Pinehead headcanon that I never shared where something happens to the God of Light and Oscar, sharing the God’s light within him, ends up becoming the new God of Light in his place. Similar to how Yue became the Moon in Avatar, replacing the former Moon spirit that was killed by Xiao.

Like imagine if Salem succeeded in killing the God of Light and Oscar becomes a God of Remnant with his animal motif being the phoenix which represents rebirth. 

That would be so dope if canon.

But again, this is just me spouting ideas as always. What do you folks think? 

~LittleMissSquiggles (2019)

[stella-maria7]

THE UNTAMED FAN FIC: THE TANGLED HEART

Chapter 11: FOR YOU, I WOULD

“It won't work. His spiritual power is too strong. Even if he is not using it right now, its power is still beyond our reach.”

In a pitched black colossal room, a big heptagon with a human-sized circle in the center were drawn on the damp ground. Judging from the color and smell, these geometric dimensional shapes were created using human’s blood.

A figure was on one’s knees inside the 7-edges shapes and was arranging a few things in the circle. Once the things were properly lay, the figure stood up with the right hand lifted up in the air and the wrist moved in a circular motion. The dark room suddenly got illuminated by a fire effusing through the splayed fingers. Then, the wrist flicked the fire off its finger into the circle’s perimeter. The belongings that were laid down there caught up in flames. During the process, the formation glowed red light just faintly before it fused, leaving the room pitch-blacked once again.

The same voice reverberated throughout the dark a second time. “I’ve told you. He was too strong. It won’t work this way.”

“Damn it! Why?! Despite the same dominant's blood running through our veins, why does he have to be better than me in everything? I won’t accept this.” The figure stood in the heptagon clenched the fists so tight that nails started to dig into the flesh, causing blood to trickle down the closed palm. “Since this way doesn’t work, I will need to use another way.”

"How?"

"If he is too strong as a whole, then I'll just have to break him into pieces." 

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

When the three Lans and Wei Wuxian mounted off their swords in front of Lotus Pier, Jin Ling and Jiang Cheng were already there waiting for them at the entrance. Jin Ling was standing with his arms behind his back looking serious whereas Jiang Cheng stood beside him with his arm folded along with an expression that said I-am-so-wanting-to-kill-somebody.

Since Sizhui couldn’t use his spiritual energy, he had to ride with Jingyi. Given Jingyi’s limited cultivation level combined with the weighting of two people on the sword, they arrived a bit later than their seniors. So when Sizhui got off, he already saw Wei Wuxian was bear-hugging both Jin Ling and Jiang Cheng tightly despite the struggles of the two hosts.

“Urgh…stop hugging every people you meet.” Jin Ling complained when he was fortunate enough to fight his way out of the hug.

“Jin Ling, I don’t just hug anyone. I only hug those I want.” Wei Wuxian pouted at his nephew.

“Which is almost every single living things you encounter.” Jiang Cheng pushed his brother away, his expression turned even grimmer.

“Oh my dear Jiang Cheng. Why do you always have such a scary expression on your face? No wonder you still can’t find yourself a wife.” Wei Wuxian teased his brother and put on an exaggerated sad face.

“You!”

Zidian was emitting purple sparks. Before Jiang Cheng unleashed it into a full form of a whip, Wei Wuxain had already run to hide behind Lan Wangji.

The tension in the air was relieved when Sizhui walked in and gave his greetings towards the hosts. “Greeting Sect leader Jiang. Greeting Sect leader Jin.” He smiled at Jin Ling when addressing him only to get back a diverted gaze in return. Did Jin Ling just avoid my eye contact? Sizhui thought. Still, it was more than suffice for Sizhui to be able to personally confirmed that Jin Ling was safe and sound.

When Zidian was no longer acting up, Wei Wuxian peeked from behind his husband’s back. “By the way Jiang Cheng, how could you kill that man? I mean, not that he doesn’t deserve to die but at least you should have given us a chance to ask him a few questions.”

“Who said I killed him?” Jiang Cheng chided.

“Well, your reputation proceeds you, you know.” Wei Wuxian muttered which caused Jiang Cheng’s eyebrows twitched in anger.

"I didn't kill him." Jiang Cheng said.

“Well, if you didn't kill him, then how did he die? Did his people come to assassinate him to prevent information leakage?”

“No.” Taken everyone by surprise, Jin Ling spoke up in an orotund voice. “I killed him.” 

                                                ***

After all of them went to the dungeon to see the corpse and let both Sizhui and Jingyi confirmed the bulky man’s identity that he really was their attacker, the older generations went to the guest hall of Lotus Pier to have a discussion while the younger trio went to the pond to wait.

Inside the guest hall, the servants were bringing in snacks and teas for the three seniors. When a servant girl was placing a tea set in front of Wei Wuxian, he naughtily asked, “Hi beauty, do you have wine?”

The girl was bashful to speak when looking at Wei Wuxian’s flirty face. The act earned a clear-throat sound from Lan Wangji and a growl from Jiang Cheng. “Just ignore him and go back to your chores.” He told his servant. The girl did her curtsy and hurried out of the room with her entire face still red.

“Anyway, Jiang Cheng. Why did Jin Ling killed that man? I mean I know his temper but still, it was so unlike him to just kill the guy like that.” Wei Wuxian turned business mode.

“How do you expect me to know when that brat hasn’t told me anything yet? I am not a psychic you know.” Jiang Cheng replied with a gruff.

Like uncle, like nephew. Wei Wuxian’s mind talk to himself when he thought about Jin Ling’s and Jiang Cheng’s temper.

“Then while he was alive in your possession, did you get anything out from him?”

“No. He was unconscious the whole time until this morning.”

“He must have said something that pisses Jin Ling off badly to meet his end so soon then.”

There was a brief silence before Jiang Cheng spoke up. “That guy mentioned something about your son.”

“What? Sizhui?” Wei Wuxian was alarmed and turned to look at Lan Wangji, who changed nothing in either expression or posture. But Wei Wuxian knew his husband well enough from the look of his eyes that he too was appalling. “Well, what did he say then?” he turned to look back to his brother.

“I’d told you I didn’t know. Jin Ling asked me to let him talk alone with the man. So, I left. Then, when he came out of the dungeon, he just said that he had killed the man. What a preposterous brat. And here I’ve thought he is improving now that he becomes a Sect leader.” Jiang Cheng was livid when thinking about the situation back then.

Wei Wuxian was afraid that once Jiang Cheng was done with his anger, he would start to ask about SIzhui so he got up and grabbed Lan Zhan. “We have something urgent to take care of Jiang Cheng. See you later.” Wei Wuxian shouted his goodbye while walking out the guest hall without bothering to even look back.

Jiang Cheng was left fuming at his two blood-related people's unreasonable behaviors today.

Wei Wuxian asked his husband when they had walked passed the crowded place into quiet section in Lotus Pier. “Lan Zhan, can you play your qin to do the Inquiry? I want to know what that jackass has said about Sizhui.”

Lan Wangji shook his head. “I can’t, Wei Ying.”

“Why?”

“Jin Ling didn’t just kill him. He destroyed the soul as well.”

                                             ***

Along the way to the pond, Sizhui couldn’t help but felt that Jin Ling seemed to keep avoiding his eye contact. Even during their conversation, he would look anywhere: Sizhui’s feet, robes, hands. Except the eyes. Though he replied Sizhui’s questions and talked normally in his usual tone, Sizhui couldn’t wave off the feeling that something was off.

Jingyi, of course, noticed none of these details. He was being his talkative self, pulling pranks and making jokes. He claimed that today was the happiest day of all because first, he defeated the giant beast and earned a praise from Hanguang-Jun. Second, the man that attacked them was dead so Sizhui was no longer in danger. He kept on blabbering things the entire way. Only when they reached the pond full of lotuses did he stopped talking. 

“Wow. It is beautiful." Jingyi stared at the pond with his mouth opened in amazement. They had been to Lotus Pier a few times but today the pond was full of blooming flowers. A sight that he had never seen just yet.

"Yes, it does." Sizhui was also captivated by the beautiful sight.

"Oh, I’ve heard from Senior Wei that lotus seeds in Lotus Pier are the best.” Jingyi said.

“Of course it is. It belonged to my uncle and my mother after all.” Jin Ling said proudly.

“Sizhui, do you want to try some? Senior Wei also said the freshly picked are the best of the bests.” Jingyi took off his outer robes and boots before proceeding to roll his sleeves up.

“W-What are you doing?” Jin Ling asked in astonishment when he saw Jingyi stripping.

“What do you think I am doing? Taking off my clothes of course. Do you expect me to go into the pond fully clothed?” Jingyi rolled his eyes.

Jin Ling turned his red face away.

“Jingyi, you’re not thinking of picking those lotus seeds right now, are you?” Sizhui asked.

“That’s right, Sizhui.”

“But this pond belongs to Sect Leader Jiang. You have to get his permission first or else we are breaking our Lan’s rule.”

“Rest assure Sizhui. I already got permission from Senior Wei. He also belongs to The Jiang Sect, remember?” Jingyi winked and went down to the pond. “Ow. So cold.” He murmured complain yet kept on going.

Shrugging, Sizhui turned to look at Jin Ling only to see that Jin Ling was already staring at him. But again, he quickly looked away when Sizhui’s eyes were on him. He could no longer stand this. He must find out the reason behind Jin Ling’s odd behavior.

“Sect leader Jin” Sizhui finally broke the silence. He sensed the other party’s body stiffen.

“Yeah?” a faint reply came out from Jin Ling’s mouth yet he still refused to turn his way.

“Did I do anything to offend you?” Sizhui asked.

“What make you think that?”

“Well, because you have been avoiding my eyes this whole time. So I thought you are angry with me.”

“If I were, I wouldn’t have had talked to you.” 

“Then, can you tell me why you don’t look at me when we are having a conversation right now?”

Clicking his tongue, Jin Ling said. “You Lans people are so persistent. Do you really have to get an answer to every question?”

Sizhui felt a pinch in his chest. Why did it feel so painful upon hearing those words? This was a pain he had never experienced before. Sizhui went silent as he was analyzing the foreign illness that was infiltrating his heart.

When Jin Ling no longer heard Sizhui’s voice, he thought the boy wasn’t feeling assured, so he repeated again. “I really am not mad at you.”

It still didn’t put his heart at ease even with this second confirmation because Jin Ling was still looking away. He couldn’t see the expression on Jin Ling’s face at all so he had no idea if Jin Ling was telling the truth. But he accepted it anyway because at the very least, those words came from Jin Ling’s own mouth. Knowing that no one was able to see, he still put up a weak smile and said “It’s good that you are not mad then.”

Jin Ling took a deep breath. “Now that I have given answer to your question, can you also help with mine?”

“What is it that you want to know?”

“It’s about the man who attacked you.” Sizhui held his breath and waited for Jin Ling to continue. “Have you known each other before?”

Sizhui felt his hands trembling. Did he know? And this was why he had been acting strange? Sizhui thought to himself as he tried to hide his shaking hands under his sleeves and maintained his smile. “I don’t know him but I can’t say the same vice versa. His words and actions seemed to show that he has known me.”

“I see. Then…” For the first time today, Jin Ling turned to stare into Sizhui’s eyes without blinking. “Lan Sizhui, is there something else you wish to tell me?”

Sizhui’s weak smile faltered. He somehow got a glimpse of what Jin Ling was referring to. But the question still remained. Was he ready to tell?

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

Every Movie I’ve Seen That Came Out This Decade

Now, I saw many of these films as they came out, but a lot of them I ended up watching years after the fact.  There are plenty of movies that came out this decade that I still want to watch but haven’t gotten around to yet (Fury Road, Blade Runner 2049, Logan, etc)  And just because I have seem a movie doesn’t mean I liked it, nor that I even wanted to see it in the first place; there are many I wish I could unsee because they were a waste of 2 hours of my finite existence (Marmaduke, Hop, World War Z, most DC movies)

I’ve bolded my three favorites of each year; not necessarily the best films of their respective years, just the ones that I saw and liked the most.  As I add more titles to this list, I’m sure my preferences might change.  All of my choices are subjective, so I will explain and justify them as I go.

Let’s start at the very beginning (a very good place to start):

2010

Percy Jackson & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief (February 2010)

Alice in Wonderland (March 2010)

Diary of a Wimpy Kid (March 2010)

How to Train Your Dragon (March 2010)

Shrek Forever After (May 2010)

Marmaduke (June 2010)

The Karate Kid (June 2010)

Toy Story 3 (June 2010)

Despicable Me (July 2010)

Predators (July 2010)

Fred: The Movie (July 2010)

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (August 2010)

Piranha 3D (August 2010)

Saw 3D (October 2010)

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 1 (November 2010)

Tangled (November 2010)

Top 3: How to Train Your Dragon was phenomenal, I can’t recommend it enough.  Predators wasn’t super great, but it was fun, and I have a soft spot for the series because the original Predator is my dad’s favorite film.  Scott Pilgrim is hilarious; nuff said. Other Notes:  I was 12 going on 13 when the decade started, so I mostly watched kids movies.  I’ll probably go back and watch more as time goes on.  I loved the Lightning Thief book, but the movie sucked.  I tried out for Diary of a Wimpy Kid because they held auditions online (I lost, wa-waaa).  My first “date” was with a friend’s sister to see Shrek 4 (Good Lord was it awkward).  Toy Story 3 was fun, but not my favorite by any means.  Let’s pretend Fred never happened.  My dad took me to see Piranha 3D apropos of nothing (he never just says “hey, wanna see a movie tonight?”) and we ended up walking out thirty minutes in because he got offended by all the nudity (it’s a T&A movie)

2011

Rango (February 2011)

Rio (March 2011)

Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules (March 2011)

Hop (April 2011)

Kung Fu Panda 2 (May 2011)

Mr. Popper’s Penguins (June 2011)

Cars 2 (June 2011)

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 2 (July 2011)

Final Destination 5 (August 2011)

Rise of the Planet of the Apes (August 2011)

Apollo 18 (September 2011)

The Thing (October 2011)

Top 3: Rise of the Planet of the Apes was really good, and Andy Serkis gave what might be one of his top 3 best mo-cap ape performances (he has had many).  Apollo 18 sucked, but was fun.  The Thing sucked, but the 1982 version is my favorite movie of all time, and I liked the potential this prequel had.  Please remember that this list is subjective as hell; these are by no means my favorite movies of all time, in fact many aren’t even particularly good, they’re just the ones I saw that I would go out of my way to watch again, for whatever reason. Other Notes: none of the other films this year really did anything for me.   only saw Hop because my friend invited me.  Cars 2 was hot garbage.  Mr. Popper’s Penguins was forgettable.  I didn’t much care for the Harry Potter movies after Goblet of Fire.  I like the first two and a half Final Destination movies (the first two were clever, I liked parts of 3, but 4 and 5 are terrible).

2012

The Lorax (March 2012)

21 Jump Street (March 2012)

The Hunger Games (March 2012)

Mirror Mirror (March 2012)

The Pirates! Band of Misfits (April 2012)

The Avengers (May 2012)

Men in Black 3 (May 2012)

Madagascar 3: Europe’s Most Wanted (June 2012)

Brave (June 2012)

Ted (June 2012)

The Amazing Spider-Man (July 2012)

ParaNorman (August 2012)

Flight (November 2012)

Wreck-It Ralph (November 2012)

The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey (December 2012)

Top 3: I was delightfully surprised by The Avengers when it came out; it was the first MCU movie I saw, and I had no expectations going in.  It’s not GREAT, but it was fun, and probably the best of the series (I don’t care for Thanos and the expanded lore, I don’t read comics, I don’t want to watch them).  ParaNorman is awesome; Laika is awesome, they make awesome movies, moving on.  Flight was really good (I saw it for the first time just this August). Other Notes: Thank God I wasn’t on tumblr when the Lorax came out.  Hunger Games was fun, but I didn’t like some of the changes from the book (they’re too old, and how come only Katniss and Peeta have last names?) The original Men in Black is one of my favorite movies of all time, but MIB3 sucked!  Madagascar 3 was the worst animate film I have ever seen; I had a visceral response when I saw it in theaters, I can’t even explain why I hated it so much, it boggles my mind.  Brave was boring, Ted was crass (I only saw it because my sister rented it from RedBox), The Amazing Spider-Man was forgettable, as was the Hobbit.

2013

The Croods (March 2013)

Star Trek Into Darkness (May 2013)

Despicable Me 2 (June 2013)

Monsters University (June 2013)

World War Z (June 2013)

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2 (September 2013)

Gravity (October 2013)

12 Years a Slave (October 2013)

The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (November 2013)

Frozen (November 2013)

The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (December 2013)

Top 3: The VFX in Gravity are amazing, perhaps the best of the decade, it’s beautiful to look at and feels grounded in reality (for the most part).  12 Years a Slave made me cry; it’s one of the few Award Bait movies I saw, and it totally deserved its Best Picture win.  I read the Walter Mitty short story my freshman year of high school, and we saw the movie on a field trip during my senior year; it was excellent, and I had never related to a character more. Other Notes: The Croods was forgettable, Despicable Me 2 was forgettable, Monsters University was forgettable, Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2 was forgettable; this was a bad year for animated movies.  I didn’t hate Frozen, but it’s not my cup of tea; I think the best song is “For the First Time in Forever,” not “Let it Go.”  World War Z was disappointing, because it is one of my favorite books of all time.

2014

The Lego Movie (February 2014)

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (March 2014)

Godzilla (May 2014)

The Fault in Our Stars (May 2014)

How to Train Your Dragon 2 (May 2014)

22 Jump Street (June 2014)

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes (June 2014)

Big Hero 6 (October 2014)

Interstellar (October 2014)

The Hunger Games: Mockingjay – Part 1 (November 2014)

Into the Woods (December 2014)

Top 3: How to train Your Dragon 2 wasn’t just more of the same,it expanded on the world and had real character development; 10/10.  Dawn of the Planet of the Apes had a lot of faults, but I really liked the world building and the uneasy equilibrium the human and ape societies have reached (the equilibrium is upset by the end).  Interstellar is magnificent; the VFW are breathtaking, the docking scene is phenomenal, and I love how grounded the Earth scenes feel even though they’re set in the future (it doesn’t feel like a science fiction movie, it feels more like a science movie) Other Notes: Lego Movie wasn’t my cup of tea, at all.  Winter Soldier was alright.  Godzilla was okay, I just wish Brian Cranston had been the main character.  Into the Woods was fun, but jarringly stylized; it was like watching a Broadway play on screen rather than a movie adaptation of a Broadway play.

2015

Avengers: Age of Ultron (April 2015)

Jurassic World (May 2015)

Terminator Genisys (June 2015)

The Martian (September 2015)

The Hunger Hames: Mockingjay – Part 2 (November 2015)

Star Wars: The Force Awakens (December 2015)

Oh Boy: I didn’t particularly like any of the movies I saw this year.  Genisys was stupid, but it’s sort of a guilty pleasure of mine.  I love The Martian book, and the movie wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t great either.  I liked The Force Awakens when it came out, but but I think I was nostalgia blind, and I can’t in good conscience continue to consume Disney movies now that I know how the evil corporate conglomerate sausage is made; they all feel like disingenuous cash grabs (and before you Disney Apologists jump down my throat, I acknowledge that there are teams of passionate artists working on every film, but you can’t look me in the eyes and say that the company isn’t micromanaging everything they do to focus group the stories and make them as profitable as possible)  I think Fury Road would probably be my top choice of the year; I’ve seen clips of it, and it looks really good.

2016

Deadpool (February 2016)

Zootopia (February 2016)

10 Cloverfield Lane (March 2016)

Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice (March 2016)

Captain America: Civil War (April 2016)

X-Men: Apocalypse (May 2016)

Finding Dory (June 2016)

Independence Day: Resurgence (June 2016)

Star Trek Beyond (July 2016)

Ghostbusters (July 2016)

Suicide Squad (August 2016)

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children (September 2016)

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (November 2016)

Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (December 2016)

Oh Boy 2, Electric Boogaloo: these were not great years.  10 Cloverfield Lane was excellent, and everyone should go see it right now (because according to the box office, nobody saw it when it came out).  Deadpool was funny but not groundbreaking for me.  I disliked Zootopia because it was copaganda and another saccharine Disney focus grouped movie product (for the record, I only saw it because they were playing it for free at my university one Friday night a few years later).  Batman v Superman sucked.  I liked Civil War, but again, Disney.  Finding Dory was disappointing because the original is so good (Marlin basically had to relearn everything he learned the first time).  Independence Day was terrible, but it genuinely felt like a sequel made in the 90s, so there’s that.  Ghostbusters wasn’t that funny to me; it’d be like if they remade Young Frankenstein, you can’t just remake a great comedy and expect it to work with a different cast.  Suicide Squad sucked, Miss Peregrine was disappointing because I liked the book, Fantastic Beats was forgettable, and Rogue One was bland throughout with a horrible ending and one (1) fun scene with Darth Vader.

2017

Get Out (February 2017)

Kong: Skull Island (March 2017)

Baby Driver (March 2017)

Alien: Covenant (May 2017)

Captain Underpants (June 2017)

Spider-Man: Homecoming (June 2017)

War for the Planet of the Apes (July 2017)

The Dark Tower (July 2017)

Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri (September 2017)

It (September 2017)

Jigsaw (October 2017)

Star Wars: The Last Jedi (December 2017)

Top 3: Get Out was excellent, I had no idea Jordan Peele could do drama as well as he did comedy (and I loved the ending where the white family gets their comeuppance and the black protagonist doesn’t go to jail!)  Baby Driver is easily one of my favorite movies of all time; this was the first time I watched a movie and knew immediately that it would be nominated for an Oscar (it should have won, dammit; the sound editing was perfect).  Three Billboards made me cry, it’s so good. Other Notes: Kong was fun but forgettable.  Alien Covenant was fun but dumb (I was able to guess the twist immediately because they included ONE shot of David reaching for a knife; exclude that ONE shot, and I never would have guessed it).  Captain Underpants was fun (I loved the books growing up), but it was distracting to hear adult voices coming out of these 9 and 10-year-olds; I think the Netflix show does it WAY better.  War for the Planet of the Apes was disappointing, because I loved the first two; they never actually show the war, all the soldiers die in an avalanche at the end. It’s more like Great Escape fro the Planet of the Apes, if anything.  It was fun.  Jigsaw wasn’t not fun.  Last Jedi was a movie.

2018

The Cloverfield Paradox (February 2018)

Black Panther (February 2018)

A Quiet Place (April 2018)

Deadpool 2 (May 2018)

Solo: A Star Wars Story (May 2018)

Incredibles 2 (June 2018)

Operation Finale (August 2018)

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (December 2018)

Top 3: A Quiet Place was really good, and I liked how they got a real deaf actress to play the daughter.  Operation Finale was cathartic and I’m surprised it didn’t do well (I think it was weird that Ben Kingsley played Eichmann because he played Itzhak Stern, a Jewish worker, in Schindler’s List; he’s got range, I guess?) Spider-Verse is the best animated film of the decade, best Spider-Man film ever made, and one of my favorites movies of all time. Other Notes: Cloverfield Paradox was disappointing because I liked the first two so much.  Black Panther was good, but I just don’t like the MCU.  Deadpool 2 was fun, but I probably won’t see it again.  Solo was forgettable.  Incredibles 2 was not as good as I hoped it would be.

2019

How to Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World (February 2019)

Toy Story 4 (June 2019)

Spider-Man: Far From Home (July 2019)

Terminator: Dark Fate (November 2019)

Knives Out (November 2019)

Star Wars: Rise of Skywalker (December 2019)

As it stands, I only REALLY liked Knives Out this year; it was an excellent whodunit and I cannot recommend it enough.  I was on the edge of my seat the entire time, I am never this engaged by a movie anymore, I had no idea where it was going, but I loved the ride the entire time (it was a SOLID movie, very tight, very well made).  How to Train Your Dragon 3 was disappointing; not a great ending to the series, and none of the characters have grown any (all the comic relief idiots are still comic relief idiots, and in fact there’s a whole scene where the villain gets annoyed with one of them and let’s them go to have some peace and quiet, which undercuts his villainy by making him look like a Loony Tunes character rather than a real threat).  I am swearing off Marvel movies from now on; I get nothing out of them anymore,and Disney will keep making billions regardless of my lost ticket revenue.  Terminator 5 was not great, but probably the third best of the series (I’d probably watch it again, but like Genisys it is a guilty pleasure, not a movie I enjoy unironically).  1917 looks good, and I am excited to see it.  Star Wars 9 look like a movie; after I see it, I am swearing off Disney movies entirely.  I would skip this one, but my mom insists that we all go see it as a family for Christmas, so it’s literally a holiday chore for me.  I want to see how it ends, but I don’t want to pay for it.  Oh, and it’ll never end.  They say this is the end, but we all know that’s a lie.  They’ll start production on Episodes X, XI and XII before the decade is out (the 2020s I mean).  Audiences haven’t reached Marvel Fatigue (and probably never will), so they sure as hell aren’t gonna reach Star War Fatigue any time soon; Disney will keep churning them out forever, at least once a year, maybe more.

[brutality-legacy]

100+ Lyric Prompts

Here’s a list of lyrics that can be used as prompts or inspiration for stories.

Feel free to add on to this list, send some of these in if you want to see them written or reblog it for yourself. Whatever inspires you!

I will be updating this periodically and will reblog the updated version!

Dark

Caught up in this madness too blind to see / woke animal feelings in me / took over my sense and I lost control / I'll taste your blood tonight

A murderer walks your street tonight

And now when I speak, I speak to kill

Stalked in the forest too close to hide / I'll be upon you by the moonlight side 

If you want survival kneel on my arrival

I am a scavenger / a vulture if you will / and if the price is right / I’m not averse to kill

Wish that you could but you ain't gonna own me / Do anything you can to control me 

I'm the queen of pain / I can make it thunder and rain / I can turn the clouds black in the sky / I can put all those tears in your eyes 

So death is coming to purge this town / I know your name / And I'm gonna hunt you down 

I don't bring forgiveness / I don't bring peace / I've come to slay you / Come to kill the beast 

So gather ye demons / It seems it's your day / I’ve sinned but I’ve paid more than 10,000 graves

The devil's gonna come when the sun go down. 

Till my final breath / There'll be dust and death 

Before I die / I'll take every soul I can into the night

Angst

He who makes a beast out of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left / We all fall down like toy soldiers / Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win / But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

Victims, aren’t we all?

This night will hurt you like never before

Awake at night you focus on everyone who’s hurt you / Then write a list of targets / Your violent lack of virtue

I admit I was wrong to let you in 

When I wake up to the sound of demons / they're always telling me that I'm no good 

What have I got to lose / when I’ve already lost it all?

Have you ever been abused by someone so brutal that it chills your soul / have you ever been afraid of your own ghost?

I'm just a creature of a broken past 

I'm doing what I can to fight this anger / I'm just a product of a living hell 

To save your life I would race to my grave 

There’s no pain I wouldn’t go through / Even if I have to die for you

Oh, dear mother, I love you / I'm sorry, I wasn't good enough / Dear father, forgive me / 'Cause in your eyes, I just never added up

Oh, dear brother, just don't hate me / for never standing by you or being by your side / Dear sister, please don't blame me / I only did what I thought was truly right 

In my heart I know I failed you 

It's a long and lonely road / When you know you walk alone 

If I could hold back the rain / Would you numb the pain / Cause I remember everything 

We build cathedrals to our pain / Monuments to attain / Freedom from all of the scars and the sin / lest we drown in the darkness within

You don't have the guts to love me like you wish you could 

I must leave you cause I know your kind / You'd wake me up just to say goodbye

And I know that's not a tear in your eye / Cause boys don't cry and neither do I 

At least I gave it a try but you had bourbon in your eyes 

I've betrayed you and it should be a sin 

One day you will understand / Why I pushed you away as I ran 

  I ain’t never been a keeper / Despicable / Love her then I leave her / And if I were you I wouldn’t love me neither 

Take my life / Just not today

Will you swear on your life / That no one will cry / At my funeral

I'm a dead man walking / Hell's at my door / I'm a shadow of the man I was before 

And I admit I am emotionally scared to let anyone inside

Happy/Comfort

We are not alone / It's darkest before the hope / You and I, we're not alone

Hope is a fire to keep us warm 

I smile up to the sky / I know I'll be all right 

There is no storm we can not weather 

When you’re lost and need to be found / I will look forever 

Never knew a time / When you weren't by my side / The one thing I could always count on 

Just open your eyes / and see that life is beautiful

Just keep me close / There is no storm we can not weather 

While my roots hid deeper inside / And my leaves stay bundled up tight / I felt my faith get bigger than life / Not only did I survive / I learned to blossom

Romantic

When it all comes down / when it starts to fall like an avalanche / I will be your wall / I will hold you up / Go against them all

I'll set you free when you're locked in a cell / I’ll find you heaven when you're lost in hell 

I had a dream the other night / about how we only get one life / woke me up right after two / I stayed away and stared at you so I wouldn’t lose my mind

And if we only live once I wanna live with you 

With broken words I tried to say / ‘Honey don’t you be afraid, if we’ve got nothing we’ve got us.’

I’m so into you / I can barely breath

Let’s get inside your car / just you, me, and the stars

I tried to be chill but you're so hot I melted 

Our time is short / This is our fate / I'm yours 

You asked me how long I'd stay by your side / So I answered with only just one reply / Till the casket drops

And it turns out s/he's got everything I want / but all rolled into one 

You make me smile / please, stay for a while now 

Gaze into my eyes, when the fire starts / And fan the flame so hot, it melt our hearts 

Once I'm in I own your heart 

Welcome to my cage, little lover / Attempt to rearrange with you, baby / Still don’t know your name, Miss Honey / Let’s go up in flames, pretty lady 

You’re rich and I'm wishin', um / You could be my mister, yum 

You taste like the fourth of July / Malt liquor on your breath, my, my / I love you but I don’t know why 

He had a cigarette with his number on it / He gave it over to me, “Do you want it?” / I knew it was wrong but I palmed it / I saved it, I waited, I called it 

I can't believe it / When did I start to fall for you? 

I think... oh, well, what am I to do? / I didn't know that I would fall in love with you 

I just bite my tongue / And when I want to say I love you I'll say ‘Boop’

She got blood cold as ice / And a heart made of stone / But she keeps me alive / She's the beast in my bones / She gets everything she wants / When she gets me alone 

I don't judge you love / I never have before / We make mistakes / We leave them by the door

I found love / Where it wasn’t supposed to be

Sexual

Hold my arms above my head and push my face into the bed /  Cause I'm a screamer baby / Make me a mute 

Wanna wrestle with me baby? / Here's a sneak little peak / You can dominate the game cause I'm tough 

Every caress is a medicine / Bringing me to my knees 

The more we drank the less that we had on

Take the pain / Take the pleasure / I’m the master of both

Imma hold ya down until you're amazed / Give it to ya 'til you're screaming my name 

I wanna fuck you like an animal / I wanna feel you from the inside

I ache for the touch of your lips, dear / But much more for the touch of your whips, dear / You can raise welts like nobody else / As we dance to the masochism tango 

I'ma give it to you stronger / Hands up / We can go a little longer 

I'm dominant by definition / I'm turned on by your submission 

Latex, chains and whips make me hard and excite me / Come on, throw your hands up and pretend you wanna fight me

Fight

Take a last look around while you're alive / I'm an Indestructible Master of War

I know that blood will be spilled / and if you won’t then I will / My grave will never be filled / it’s either kill or be killed 

Sleep for today, but tomorrow we fight 

I am one man but I'll stand like an army of soldiers 

To bring you peace I'll go into war / Ain't afraid of the rain I trained in a storm 

The war was on its way / And we were waiting 

We'll crush our enemies / Bring them to their knees 

Wake the white wolf at the dawn of war / the end of the age is coming now

Hate

My heart it glows as you decompose

And I wonder can you hear me laughing / Cause I'm dancing on your grave 

But I want you to know / I always hated you / Hated you from hello 

Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do? / I don't give a damn if you say you disapprove

Misc

I straddle the line in discord and rhyme

Sitting here at my grave side I've never been so alive

I'm your Guardian angel and a part of you's tangled 

When everyone wears a mask who's the real villain?

Nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention 

It’s like a dead masquerade / so come and dance with me

I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet / You thought an angel swept you off your feet 

I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue sea 

I'm neon phosphorescent / Open like a Christmas present

And then you say I'm as cold as November 

Every chatelaine / Wants to share her reign / So come and join me in my castle 

Your blood’s gone bad / I knew it would 

I was born under a bad sign / With a blue moon in my eyes

The boy who fell into the sky / Had no one there to watch him cry / He looked at you with his empty eyes / And said, “I’m doing you a favor”

Let me know / Where I can go to save my soul

Don’t threaten me with a good time

Don't you ever tame your demons / But always keep 'em on a leash 

But my peace has always depended / On all the ashes in my wake 

Days of rust / Nights of rain  / Kingdom comes with a ball and chain 

It's strange what desire makes foolish people do 

I could be the hero / I could be the villain / It doesn’t really matter / I have the power 

I was sent to warn you / The devil's in the next room 

Keen to the scent / The hunt is my muse 

You’ll fall like a guillotine / And kneel before the queen

Am I the only one I know / Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat 

'Cause sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind 

Nothing ever comes without a consequence or cost 

Took an oath by the blood of my hand / Won't break it 

Do you feel the hunger / Does it howl inside / Does it terrify you / Or do you feel alive

To capture a predator / You can’t remain the prey / You have to become an equal in every way

[seiche-archive]

♕♣

Mun Stuff || @ceruleanpaladin || No Longer Accepting

♕ ━ which fictional characters are your favorites?

    I don’t know how you could think that I could possibly answer this. I have way too many favorites. But I will do my best

    The entirety of the Voltron Cast, Team JNPR and Team RWBY, Naruto Uzumaki, Yuuri Katsuki, Viktor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Snotlout, Ruffnut and Tuffnut (and all their dragons, duh), The entire cast of Rise of the Guardians, Rapunzel and Maximus from Tangled, Merida and MacGuffin from Brave, Belle from Beauty and the Beast, Milo Thatch and Kida from Atlantis, Kirk, Bones, Spock, Uhura --- MUST I GO ON???

♣ ━ share five random facts about yourself

1. When I enjoy something, I enjoy the crap out of it. I dive full in head first because Who needs regrets?? I go into the lore and all the characters and their backstories, I get really really into it.

2. I really love RPG video games?? Like Skyrim and Assassin’s Creed. I also really love Final Fantasy and Kingdom Hearts.

3. I enjoy the crap out of the Guy Fieri Squad. Each and everyone of them are really amazing and special and so COOL. I cherish all the conversations we have, whether they be about fluff, ANGST (*coughsSALTcoughs*), fandom drama, or just us screaming about our children. Its a very nice environment to be around and I cannot even begin to tell you about each of them individually. Basically, I’m gay for all of them okay? Okay.

4. I’m currently working at a retail store as well as doing a musical in my community ^^

5. I’m v awkward and am actually horrible at communicating?? I either give too much information or I don’t say anything at all.