#jabberwocky writings

[jabberwocky-warrior]

A Fan favorite HC for Malleus is him giving you jewels/gifts made from items in his horde. i agree that he definitely does, but i feel we're forgetting something else.

He probably has some of his mother's jewelry.

I think you'd have to be engaged/married before he'd give you anything. But imagine he proposes with his mother's ring. on your wedding day, you're wearing one of her crowns. (i don't think gender matters with the way the crowns styled)

I'd think most of Melanor's belongings are owned by the royal family with only some specifically personal items given to malleus. Same with his dad's things.

I'd think this would be a big deal for everyone but Mallificia especially. Maybe the way she shows her approval of you is through letting you use some of the items she's kept from her daughter. Or having the royal seamstresses rework some of melanor's old clothes into something for you. Same with reverne's clothes.

I think this would also go for more then just jewelry/clothes.

I HC, his dad was also a book nerd/scholarly type. If you're into reading, he gifts you one of his father's favorite books. While you're studying to become Malleus's consort, he lends you Reverne's notes from when he had to study the same things.

I feel like one of the biggest shows of love is letting you use his parents items. The last things he has to remember them.

I don't think lilia would give you anything physical. Instead he shares the most important thing to him. Memories. Lilia will sit with you for hours telling you stories of your future-in-laws. All the stories he can remember of malleus' youth and of the Draconia family in general.

[gmaybe666]

will making ....a comic for mike

I propose that will draws all the time because losing himself in drawing is when he feels the happiest and most free, I also propose that he's obsessed with collecting images of knights and soldiers and medieval fairytales and sticking them on his wall because he is Very Gay And A Nerd

link to read will's comic

message me to buy will's comic !

[tanpopo-towa]

Hyde's House Voicelines;

frostheim - "interesting, so you value success, huh? You're self-confident and relentless in the pursuit of your goals"

vagastrom - "interesting, so you value ideals, huh? You're mission-oriented and direct your efforts towards reform and innovation."

jabberwocky - "interesting, so you value trust, huh? You're caring and loyal in all your endeavors."

sinostra - "interesting, so you value a challenge, huh? you're powerful and decisive."

obscuary - "Interesting so you value harmony, huh? You're peace-loving and open-minded."

hotarubi - "interesting so you value creativity, huh? Individuality is important to you, and you celebrate a difference."

mortkraken - "interesting, so you value intelligence, huh? You're insightful and can observe things objectively. "

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe."

Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!

[eikonoklast]

Day 19 (Taken): To Change

   Minimas brought them down to a lower level of Solution 9. The smaller fighter was unable to control the landing as he carried his lupine companion, the two tumbling onto the smooth pavement, Minimas gasping for air as he landed in a crumpled ball. Silver lie where he was dropped, fairly still. His sides rose and fell gently with sleep, his garbled vocal cords making soft growling noises as he breathed. His silver-tinged mane rustled in the breeze as his tail trembled slightly, lost in dreams. 

   Minimas watched him there for a moment as he caught his breath. Silver looked so…incredibly small. This person he'd seen as a rival since their first match - who had let Minimas win and refused to admit it - was lying helpless a few yalms away. The lalafell knew when he was outmatched, and Silver had intentionally missed with a critical bite to one of his wings. He had opened himself up to attack and it infuriated Minimas as a fighter to be shown mercy from someone he should've beaten fair and square. He held such a grudge about it that he had started hanging out with the other fighters who hated their fellow rookie's guts. Nightmare was always looking for ways to get stronger and that had led them all to places Minimas himself would never have gone otherwise…he clutched his arm, choking back the feeling.

   His bright red eyes narrowed. Still in his transfigured form, he got up and wandered over to Silver, his dark red whip-like tail lashing with anger. He looked at his talons on the tips of his fingers with a certain satisfaction, and then back down to the figure beneath him. Silver did not show any signs of waking. 

   I could just get rid of him. 

   Jabberwocky traced a dark, taloned hand over Silver's broad and exposed side. Still, he slept. He was so oblivious. It would be so easy. Too easy, though. He shook his head, disgusted with the thought. This isn't how I want to win. 

   Minimas noticed Silver's breathing was slightly erratic, his regulator making a strange high-pitched sound that would be difficult to pick up without Minimas’ large, sensitive ears. Confused, he examined it closely. It did not appear to be broken, but indicating poor health for its owner. And only one soul left, no less.

   Minimas sighed heavily, leaning against Silver's long mane at his back, his bare skin pressing into the wolfish fur. It was warm and soft. His sleepy, rumbling growl echoed in his cavernous chest almost like a purr as Minimas rested there beside him, thinking. He looked around them at the tall, shadowy buildings; filled with their beautiful lights and simple comforts. He sat and dozed off, wishing to share them. 

   Maybe…we could be friends.

   

Alisaie walked into the Backroom at Neon Stein, past the mess in the main room. Glass was shattered behind the counter and all of its contents had been flung out in somesort've blast. The speakers by the stage had been thrown with such force that one had busted a hole in the wall nearby, half of it sticking out. Tables and chairs were in the process of being picked up by staff as they cleaned the wreckage, a few of them with bandages from nicks and cuts. Thankfully nobody had seemed seriously injured, so she had continued on her way after helping how she could.

   In the well-lit strategy room Alphinaud stood with his arms crossed, looking somber. Y'shtola paced the security corner, discussing something about drones with Shale. The two were speaking quietly, with Shale staring intently at a series of screens. Alisaie approached her brother briskly, concerned.

   “Are you all right?” she insisted, looking him over. “What happened?”

   Alphinaud struggled to meet her gaze. “I was…” he trailed off. Finally he looked at her fully; resolve and regret nestled in his eyes. “I might have a lead.”

   

Silver sat up slowly, blinking away sleep. Behind him he heard a yelp as someone tumbled off of him, and he turned to find Minimas in his transfigured form, knocked onto the ground. Pain flared out from his chest like a lance being driven through it and he gasped, frantically pawing at his regulator with a shaky hand. Slowly and painfully his limbs snapped back into place, the transformation taking longer than usual as his body resisted the feeling. Minimas stared at him as Silver sat there trembling, gasping for breath. Fully himself again.

   “It really does hurt you, doesn't it?” Jabberwocky's true, distorted voice echoed.

   “Only if I stay long,” he breathed. 

   Minimas shrugged and tapped his own regulator, switching back to his much smaller form with practiced ease. He approached and held out a hand. “Where are you trying to go, anyway?”

   Silver grasped it and his companion helped him to his feet. “I just wanted to…” Silver paused, feeling embarrassed, his face warm, “I uh…I wanted to see the outside.”

   “All this for that!?” Minimas nearly screeched, stomping on the ground in frustration and withdrawing his hand as though Silver's were a snake. 

   Silver sheepishly scratched his head, his purple hair feathering lightly under his fingers. He looked out over the city - sprawled both above and below - as vehicles whooshed past on their way to parts unknown. “I guess I just…I want to see the world.” Minimas looked at him critically, one of his eyebrows shooting up in skeptical disbelief. “There's more to life than just what's in here!” he said defensively, his tail tip twitching as he wound his fingers together anxiously.

   “So you don't want to be a fighter. I can't fathom why you're there and you won't even answer that question,” the lalafell snorted. “You've never been outside though? Like…seriously?”

   Silver shook his head. “I- I've lived here all my life…” he trailed off, holding his fingers to his temple as he felt a headache coming on. He sighed.

   “Things have only recently changed, I guess,” Minimas said thoughtfully, turning to look out over the city. “Now that we know there's so much more outside the barrier.”

   “I want to see it,” Silver said quietly.

   “Why don't you just go outside, then?” Minimas sounded completely puzzled.

   “I'm under house arrest.”

   “You? You're under house arrest?” the young man laughed dryly. “What could someone like you possibly have done to get yourself stuck in your room?”

   Silver stared blankly. “I don't know.”

   Minimas opened his mouth and then closed it again like a large fish. “You're not lying, are you,” he said finally. 

   It wasn't a question. More of a statement. But Silver nodded anyway.

   “Don't you think that's weird? Like, at all?”

   Silver looked down at the drop-off near their feet. “It's normal for me.”

   “You are the worst heel Arcadion has ever seen. You can't bring yourself to beat anyone in the ring. Even in an unscripted match against someone like me where you're definitely, absolutely, one-hundred percent allowed to. And for some reason everyone still loves you,” Minimas sounded exasperated. “And all you want is to not be there whatsoever and to just go outside.” 

   “Please…”

   Minimas’ voice increased in volume with his exasperation as he wandered around the platform, gesticulating wildly. “And you don't even know what you want to do or why, and that is completely normal for you?” 

   Silver dug his fingers into his forehead as the headache spiked and his anxiety along with it. “Please stop,” he choked, feeling trapped. “I can't…I can't answer your questions, I don't know. Why is it so wrong that I don't have a plan!?” He felt like the walls of his muddy thoughts were trying to drown him, pressing in on every side. “I don't care! About any of it! It may seem like a joke to you but it's just what I want to do!” he yelled the last words, his lavender eyes boring holes into the young man staring at him.

   “I always thought you were such a freak, Silver,” Minimas spat, bristling. “I couldn't have even guessed how much of one. What kind've person can't answer simple questions about themselves? And who were those people!? What in the queen's name do they have to do with anything!?!? Why did they attack us? Attack you!?”

   “Shut up! Why don't you just leave me alone if I am so awful to deal with!? Should I make you?” Silver snarled. He held a hand to his regulator. 

   Minimas crossed his arms, sneering, “If you weren't lying about what you said earlier, I bet you won't. But you know what? Maybe I will.” The lalafell noted the slight tremble in Silver's hand and he looked away, disgusted. “You're pathetic. Go outside or whatever your stupid dream is, I'm done.” 

   Minimas’ regulator whirred to life with a flash of red light and he lifted off into the air, leaving Silver stranded on the platform. “Next time I see you in the ring, I will win,” he shot back as he flew away, leaving Silver alone, staring at the distant elevator. 

   The miqo'te's hand fell to his side. He fought back the choking feeling of sadness that was trying to claw its way up out of his chest and he knelt on the ground, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes to stop the tears from coming. He trembled, knowing that to leave meant to change, and that to change always meant pain. 

   But I…I need to go there.

   

“What!? That doesn't…That doesn't make any sense.” Alisaie scowled, Y'shtola and Alphinaud sharing the details of their encounter. “He looks like him, sure. But this has nothing to do with that.”

   Alphinaud looked pained as he reached out a hand to rest on her shoulder. Alisaie seemed too distracted to even notice as she stared at the floor, processing the information.

   Y'shtola cut through, her pragmatic tone was like a shard of ice down Alisaie's back. “I saw it, myself. I know not why but the how would be very simple with clever use of regulator technology.”

   Alisaie stared directly at her. “You're telling me that's Chiteni? That kid? He can't possibly be older than us, even.”

   Y'shtola shook her head. “No, I am not. We know precious too little to make any assumptions at this time. But…I don't doubt what I saw.” The miqo'te gestured to Shale's monitors. “We've hijacked some of the patrol drones and are searching for the two of them at present.”

   Walking over to another station, Y'shtola had a young hyuran woman open up a file of somekind on a smaller screen. “I've been going over the logs and registration of Arcadion fighters based on the information you shared with us, Alisaie. His stage name is Silver Bullet. He registered a little under one month ago.” Y'shtola paused, her brow furrowed. “What's more: most candidates seem to be under the sponsorship of individuals or companies who pay for their entry into the selection process. They vouch for their skills and provide personal information that may be of use to the board. But as you can see,” she opened a file. It was largely empty, without even a photo. “This seems to be redacted or…maybe it was never entered. Nor is there a listed sponsor we could contact for this information.” 

   “He's a ghost,” Alphinaud said quietly. “Or maybe not even a person, to be more specific.” The way the words left his mouth felt unnatural and stilted, as if he himself did not agree with them. 

   Alisaie stared at the blank file. Her eyes searched the screen as if they could uncover more from the pixels on its empty surface, darting to and fro without seeing. 

   “That boy has his soul,” Y'shtola said quietly, her head tilted downward. “We need to find him.”

Author's Note: I am SO RELIEVED to have this off my chest oh my god lol The holding back constantly was absolutely killing me. But I'm actually really happy with the flow of this one. The argument between Minimas and Silver especially is deeply personal to me: as someone who sometimes struggles to explain myself because of brain fog or memory issues or sensory overload I really didn't realize I was just sort've…writing myself, honestly. I feel like my inability to articulate can make me frustrating to speak to, particularly when I'm in distress. And especially when talking to people whose thoughts mean a lot to me. So this one's from the heart. Let's hope they can reconcile next time, maybe? Assuming there is a next time, of course.

[dhm-rising]

Fan Dragon Month Series One: Alice in Wonderland

Day Eleven: The Sacrifices

A bonus day for the Alice in Wonderland series! These dragons are based on the song Alice of the Human Sacrifice, which is either going to make you super nostalgic or super confused, and that’s ok, here’s the video I remember.

Since there’s five dragons today, I’ve put the Scry IDs in the alt text, and the lore is still under the cut.

Legion arrived in Wonderland shortly after The Red Rebellion. She grew up in The Scarred Wasteland amongst a clan of battle-hardened Wildclaws and Serthis who lived solely for the chance at a taste of glory. Her willingness to cut down The Card Soldiers with little to no hesitation seemed promising at first, but her sights quickly became set on any creature who dared to question her. She has been imprisoned for a long, long time, a nigh impenetrable wall of thorns concealing her deep within the woods of Wonderland…

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Caspian came second. A talented bard from The Shifting Expanse, the citizens of Wonderland hoped that his music might soothe the soul of the savage queen. But cowardice held his heart tightly, and he began using his new-found fame as an excuse to postpone his destiny. Late one night, he was struck down by a crazed fan, dying before he could ever get close to finishing his mission…

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Florence’s arrival brought a violent storm with her, having fallen straight through the center of The Twisting Crescendo. Finding herself in a destroyed village, the young dragoness decided she would stay and help rebuild in exchange for information about the world she’d fallen into. But things quickly took a turn for the worst when she learned about The Sky Warrior Prophecy. Florence became consumed by visions of grandeur, visions that would eventually twist her mind until she finally snapped, becoming a copy of the very thing she’d been sent to destroy…

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The next to arrive were a set of twins. One moment, Cadence and Fabian were were frolicking through the crumbling pillars of The Mirrorlight Promenade, and the next, they were in an unknown rose garden, hiding quietly underneath a bush. No one really knows what became of them…

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Design Notes

No outfits for these guys because I only decided to share them last minute. If I do make them outfits, I’ll be sure to post the link in the replies!

Caspian is probably my favorite scry ever, I LOVE his colors

Fabian was originally named Foalan, a reference to the main character of Kathryn Lasky’s Wolves of the Beyond series

As a bonus, here’s a quick scry I made for The Jabberwock because someone asked for it:

Male Guardian - Fire Unusual

Obsidian/Eldritch/Emerald

Boulder/Bee/Stained

[queen-of-the-icemark]

Hallownin

The maygicks are a-grambling on the tals

And dusty stars come out to glimmer in

The apple-colored sky.  The sunrise falls

As twixings run away to Hallownin.

 It’s there the winds are always warm and sweet,

And always things are never what they seem.

The living and the dead may often meet,

And beings are most awake when they dream.

 So follow the maygicks upon the tals,

And chase the twixings back to where they run,

For they know how to reach Hallownin’s halls

Where that which once was lost can back be won.

 Though many treasures may glister and gleam,

Remember the greatest treasure is Dream.

[sophiabophie12]

Comic name how Kat meet her uncle the jubjub bird and jabberwocky

Jubjub bird: Hi there Kat it's nice to meet you

Jabberwockey: Yeah, it's nice to see you

Kat: Umm, Hi, wanna come to my house

Jubjub bird and Jabberwocky: Sure Kat, what if we play together?

Kat: Yes, that's a good idea.

[spikrock]

its SO hard for me to decide what my "canon" mad t party story is, cus theres so many ideas and ive seen so many cool things from other people in the fandom i just dont know.

part of me wants to sorta match with the 2010 movie's story, or at least draw inspiration from it, since mtp is based on it and all, but also mad t party is so different and i want to keep it different cus i dont really fw the 2010 movie

in my mind the queen's a villain, but how much of a villain idk. is she a big deal to the party like in the movies or is she just kinda around?

adding on to that, a lot of people used to have that whole wonderland war story which meant on top of being stupid band kids (/aff) the party is also capable of fighting. idk if i like that or not (im leaning towards no)

but the idea of mtp alice slaying a jabberwocky is just so tempting, its hard not to want that. but i dont really have a place where it'd fit into the timeline. when the band initially went on hiatus (so 2014), thats where i say all the wonderlandians went back home while alice and dinah stayed in california...im firm on keeping that because those 6-ish months are when alice realized how much her wonderland friends meant to her and thats why in 2016 she decided to go back with them to wonderland (canon as of this year with their d23 performance!!!!) but all other times they're just in california.

the rabbit holes a machine/portal thing in my mind, which ties in with my hc of nivens being really tech savvy and into that stuff. if i decide not to go with the wonderland war story, i think itll be that the band goes through the rabbit hole into alice's world, and so many people going through at once overheats it or something so it's rapidly shutting down, and nivens follows them through in order to get them back home (it doesnt work and it takes him a while to fix it)

idk i just think the wonderland war things been tainted for me (thats not really the right word, i just feel like its overused and i dont see the mad t party being badass enough to like. defeat a queen and slay a jabberwocky is all. plus in old mtp fandom its strongly tied to the femally thing, which i dont hc at all soo)

anyway just ignore this unless you want to have a peak into what my mind is like when i think of anything mad t party past waow pretty colors and silly gay people

[jabberwocky-warrior]

There had to be an incident at some point in malleus' life specifically when he was a child where he was in danger. Like fully-captured held-for-ransom type danger. Tied up with iron chains locked in a room with magic seals to keep him in and keep him hidden.

I think Malleus would be convinced no one would come to save him. I mean almost all adults in his life are scared of him. They avoid him as much as possible except Lilia.

At this point in time, The senate would be sending Lilia out on missions, diplomatic events, and literally anything they can to keep him away from baby!malleus. In this story, malleus would be too young to understand why Lilia wasn't around and thinks he left willingly.

So little Malleus curled up in a ball holding his little tail. His hands burning from the tight iron chains wrapped around his wrists and wings. Convinced no one is coming to save him, he cries. He cries silently as his captures celebrate his kidnapping. He cries on the ice-cold floor where they've thrown him.

They're loud as they party. They have a magic barrier around the small castle they have him locked in. This barrier hides the castle from view and keeps all magic (and noise) from being detected. They were quite proud of this barrier considering they bragged about it when they threw Malleus into this cold cell.

Malleus kept crying as the party got louder. Kept crying as champagne bottles were popped. Kept crying as their yelling got louder. and louder. until there was nothing.

Malleus doesn't realize it's silent at first. Not until he hears a blade being unsheathed from outside his door. They must have decided to kill him.

Malleus wipes his face and stands up, claws and teeth bared. He won't go down without a fight. He braces himself as a sword is used to slash through the door's lock. As the door swings open, he starts growling. Growling as loud and deep as he can, trying to be as scary as his grandmother can be.

"He's in here!" The figure shouts in a familiar voice. As Baul Zigvolt steps into the room closing the distance between them, malleus hears more thundering footsteps coming closer. A shadow turns the corner and before Mallues can register it, he's in someone's arms.

Lilia is holding him. Donned in his armor he hadn't worn in years now, Lilia is here. As Baul shouts into the hall for someone with tools to break his chains, Lilia begins checking him for wounds. It hits Malleus that he's been rescued. he's been saved.

His adrenaline only begins to leave him when Lilia and the rest of the guards start their journey back home. The iron chains are long gone now. He's tucked into Lilia's arms with a makeshift blanket around him. He's warm and safe as he begins falling asleep.

"Rest easy, My little prince. I'm here."

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This is not edited and i wrote it in an hour. But like You get the vision right. You see where I'm going.

[whatgoeswhumpinthenight]

English is silly

So as an English speaker and writer I would like to tell all my ESL readers and writers that you are doing lovely and to not worry about if you are doing English right since it is a very silly language.

As somebody who is quite happy with nonce words which means that as long as there is enough context to your words (whether that be mashing words together or using the words around it I will leave to you.) you can get away with so much.

Now if you excuse me I will take my lissortly self and be galumphing back to my work in progress pieces.

[chrisschallertideaengine]

Uffish Thought

Doctor, I think there's something wrong with me.

I admit it, I stared long and intently into the deep dark void of my soul… And blinked first. Two roads diverged in a tulgy wood, and, sad I could not travel bothto find the jabberwock, long I stood and stared down one as far as I could to where it turned in the momerath-growth… Then took the other, just as fair- and having perhaps the better claim because my manxome foe was there, with…

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing a Fictional Monster

From Count Dracula to Ramsay Bolton, some of the most memorable characters in literature are monsters. Use these examples and tips to generate great monster ideas for your own writing.

Characteristics of a Monster

The word ‘monster’ stirs up various ideas of traits and psychological aspects of creepy creatures people fear, but there are a number of ways monsters can be portrayed:

Physical characteristics. Monsters can be massive and powerful, like King Kong or Mothra. It can have slimy body parts, rows of sharp teeth, tentacles, a coat of thick armor, or be a completely small and unassuming sort of thing. The physical characteristics of your monster aren’t just for effect, either. Your monster character design should make sense with the background you’ve provided. For example, if it has wings, it should use them to fly. Monsters aren’t decorative—they're reflections of peoples’ deepest rooted fears.

Psychological traits. Some believe that the true monsters are the ones that lurk inside our own minds. Monsters can scare us when they play into phobias, like Pennywise from Stephen King’s It (1986), who appeared as a vicious clown but also took the form of the main characters’ greatest fears. Monsters can also be symbolic or emotional manifestations. Sometimes monsters don’t need to interact with the characters at all—the characters build the fear around the idea of the monster themselves—which can amplify the terror that readers and viewers feel along with them.

Its targets. Does it feed on children? Is it attracted to despair? Does it get violent at the scent of blood? What triggers your monster? When does it appear, and why? Knowing what motivates your monster is the key to figuring out why it behaves the way it does and creates a sense of understanding for your audience.

Its weaknesses. Is there anything that can vanquish your monster? Is it able to be defeated? Does it hate daylight? Giving your monster its own rules and limits can help establish a believable creature. However, lacking a weakness can also be part of your monster’s horror as well.

How to Write a Monster

If you’re looking for how to make a monster of your own, there are a few guidelines you can follow to make your new monster feel like a real monster:

Provide a little background. Your monster may not exist in the real world, but it still needs some logical follow-through. Where did it come from? Why does it look the way it does? Is it man-made like Dr. Frankenstein’s monster in Mary Shelley's Frankenstein (1823)? Or is it a natural creature like Beowulf’s Grendel? You don’t have to answer every question about your monster in your writing (sometimes the unknown is just as scary), however, the audience should know a little background information to envision a full enough picture.

Leave space for the imagination. Even though you want the audience to get a complete picture of your monstrosity, a person’s own imagination can always be scarier than anything someone else could create, like the Jabberwock from Lewis Carroll’s nonsense poem The Jabberwocky (1871). Leaving room for your reader to fill in the gaps may result in them imagining their own worst personal fears in conjunction with whatever horrors you’ve already laid out.

Give it a name. Personifying a monster draws it a little closer into real-life, and giving something a name makes it feel more tangible. Sometimes the fear of a name lies in its ambiguity, like John Carpenter’s ‘The Thing,’ or it can be a name that feels scary and powerful, like Tomoyuki Tanaka’s ‘Godzilla.’ Or sometimes, it’s the existing name of a horrific mythological villain like ‘Typhon.’

Make it hard to kill. Sometimes a monster is relentless and needs to be physically fought, and sometimes there’s a secret or trick to killing it that is unknown until later on in the story. Monsters that cannot be defeated easily create big moments of tension and anticipation for readers and viewers alike. The harder to kill, the scarier they become.

Examples: Monsters in Literature

Monsters can be science fiction creations with gaping maws and poisonous fangs, but they can also be like human beings as well, like a rogue android or possessed parent.

Count Dracula: Infamous vampire from Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1897).

Balrogs: Menacing monsters of fire and shadow in J.R.R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings series (1937).

Mr. Hyde: Evil alter-ego of the character Dr. Jekyll, from Robert Louis Stevenson’s Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1886).

The Giant Squid: The monster from the depths in Jules Verne’s classic, Twenty-Thousand Leagues Under the Sea (1872).

Jack Torrance: The alcoholic father from Stephen King’s The Shining (1977).

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[majorlysapphic]

glassheart headcanons! <3

Chloe is an early riser whilst Red is a night owl

Because of their sleeping habits, Red usually skips/misses breakfast in favour of getting more sleep before classes (Chloe does not settle for this and starts carrying breakfast bars in her bag for Red)

Red always sits on the bleachers and sketches during Chloe’s Swords and Shields practice

Red wears Chloe's varsity jacket during Chloe's tournaments

After time travelling, they have journalling sessions together (so they can try differentiate memories from their old timeline and what they need to remember in their new timeline)

Chloe is REALLY big on physical affection, you can always find the two of them holding hands on campus

Red makes amazing tea and always brings Chloe mugs during her intense study sessions

Red is touch-starved when it comes to Chloe but touch-averse with anyone else

Everyone (and I mean EVERYONE) knew they were dating before they did

When they told their parents, Ella handed Bridget a £20 note (they were betting on when the girls would finally get together)

The inside of their lockers are decorated with Polaroid pictures of eachother

Whilst they CAN use their phones to communicate, they prefer to write letters to each other when they're apart

They'd also send eachother little trinkets with these letters!! (Ex: Red sends over pressed flowers that are native to Wonderland)

When Chloe nervously tells Chad she has a crush on Red (which will be the first time she'sshared that information with anyone), he responded with "the colour?" (Despite the fact he has in fact met Red multiple times in the past)

Chloe fell first (her attraction to Red being sparked during their time changing the past together), but Red fell harder (after she clocked that she felt truly safe with Chloe in their new timeline)

Chloe is as charming as her namesake, so she has quite a few admirers (so Red gets a bit jealous at times but that's quickly solved by stealing Chloe's clothes or PDA)

Though it should be noted that when someone else is interested in Red, Chloe's jealousy is x100 worse (she takes after her father in that aspect)

They keep their relationship fairly private (like most royal couples), but once they hit their one year anniversary, they go fully public (I'm thinking with Chloe asking Red to dance at a televised ball)

Before this, there would be multiple blogs/fan accounts about whether the two were just really close friends or dating

Wonderland would obviously be very different in their new timeline, so once their first semester at AP ends, Chloe goes to Wonderland with Red for the holidays so they can explore it together (but first Red has to reassure and pinky promise to Chloe that the Jabberwocky is a Wonderland myth and not a real creature)

Bridget is ecstatic to host Chloe at their castle, and this starts a tradition of the Charming family and Heart's family taking turns to stay at eachothers places every other holiday

Red teaches Chloe how to interpret Wonderland’s riddles (and plans to teach Chloe how to talk in riddles one day)

Chloe's first language is French, so over time, Red gains a proficiency in the language (this is all sparked because Chloe starts speaking French when she's tired)

[rainintheevening]

Peter writes home from the battlefield every chance he can.

Lucy's letters are full of barely rhyming, rambling poetry, talk of stars and trees and any plants or animals he's seen. He puts in all the words that will never describe any of this, but still there is a great sky above him, and a big heart in his chest, and he hopes she will understand. She could if anyone can.

To Edmund he sends the muddy, bloody, wobbly-writing letters, the ones with rambling memories of Narnian battles and strategy, though he takes care to phrase it as 'playing in the woods', not wanting the censors to get leery. There are also many theological musings, and usually the continuation of whatever Bible verse Ed has sent in his letter. I wish you were here, and yet I am glad you are not, is a sentiment oft repeated.

Susan and Mother usually get the same letter, little stories of kindness shown or soft things appreciated. He asks them for more socks for Jackie, an extra bar of chocolate for Hamish, tells them how he's gotten his whole unit to memorize the Jabberwocky poem, and they make each other smile with it.

Dad is usually named with Susan and Mother, but sometimes he gets an extra scribble, usually a single scripture reference, or the name of a local boy now dead, and a few things Peter asks him to go tell the family.

Eustace gets the occasional missive folded in with the rest, usually sketches of aeroplanes, with which Eustace is fascinated, though they aren't very good sketches. If there's a sketch for Eustace, there is usually also a sketch for Jill, something Narnian, a sword or a forest or a castle.

Professor Kirke only gets occasional letters, usually short and to the point, but written in particularly formal language, as of a king writing to a dear advisor.

They all write to Peter.

Professor Kirke sends exerpts of whatever philosophy or theology or history books he just happens to be reading at the time he remembers to write. Sometimes it seems very random to Peter, but he loves it.

Eustace's letters are infrequent, but burst with colourful descriptions of his school life that make Peter laugh.

Dad usually just scribbles scripture references at the bottom of Mother's letters. Susan signs those too. Mother's letters are full of ordinary home life, rich with the warmth of hearthlight and fresh baking and good books and comfortable chairs and a much loved old quilt. She says what everyone is doing much more clearly, tells how the garden is coming in.

Mother and Susan are also very good at writing to the boys who don't have anyone to write to them. (Peter has a picture of his family, and everyone in Peter's unit thinks Susan is the prettiest girl in Europe, that she should be a queen, but they all watch what they say around Peter, they know how he feels about his sister's honour. But it really does bring up morale.)

Edmund doesn't usually say a lot, but he's regular, always engaging with whatever musings Peter put in his previous letter, making some of his own references to Narnia, usually to things Oreius taught them, and always concluding with a Bible verse. Half the time Ed absently addresses the missive To High King Peter, my brother... He never actually says I'll find you when I join up, I promise, it's just sort of there, between the lines.

Lucy's letters are like blue sky and fresh air and a fierce hug. Sometimes Peter can almost smell Narnia on the paper. They're not long, but she says I love you all the time, and talks of the weather and the flowers, and the girls at school who are struggling, and how she's trying to help them, and there's always a bit of poetry or a hymn that she's written, but it's actually good, compared to Peter's stuff. Courage, dearest brother, she always says. Remember the Lion, she always finishes.

Peter gets so many letters he has to start sending them back to his family for safe keeping.

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That thing looks like it burbles so hard. A manxome foe indeed.

woah i didn't know you could use a vorpal blade that way 😳