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08-1fm · 3 days ago

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ೀ KPOP SHIFTING ASK GAME — fondant dr

i wanted to answer the entirety of @axylotls's ask game :P i already answered some here and here so i just copied and pasted them lol, i also skipped some that i didn't feel like answering >_<……

[👤] — let's start off simple: who are you? what's your stage name? are you in a group or are you a soloist? are you known worldwide or are you your fandom's little secret?

nixen ellis (three middle names: serafina roxanne lovette) :P my stage name is nixie, i pretty much only use this for my idol activities while i use my real name for my acting work and anything else. i'm in a four membered group! i'm not really known "worldwide" per say? fondant as a whole isn't necessarily mega-super-ultra-popular, if i had to compare, i'd say we're similar to stayc in terms of popularity.

[ 🫧 ] — if you're in a group, who are your members? what's your relationship with them? if you aren't in a group, who are your closest idol friends? how did you meet?

dorothy (leader, main rapper), yurina (main vocalist), and jiwon (lead rapper) ^_^ we're all very close (so much so that our fans were surprised that we were once very awkward around each other)

[📂] — what are some drastic measures you've had to take to avoid spreading rumours? does your company implement "weird" rules? are there any times you've had to stay professional when you were close to losing control?

hope for the best 🙏🏽💀💀 i'm not the best at knowing what will and won't cause rumors and i'm pretty unfiltered (but not uncouth!!) so.. if anyone has a problem with whatever i do i honestly probably won't even see it if it's just what random people are saying online (and not an actual Actual issue) bc i never look myself up online believe it or not

for the rules part: notttt necessarily? the thing about our company pulp culture is that our ceo is pretty laidback and lenient about pretty much everything. fondant had a bit of a struggle being formed since pulp had trouble finding trainees (i was literally officially added to the final lineup 2 months before we had to debut) so enforcing rules was kinda the least of their worries. also our ceo is 31 so since she's kinda close to us in age she just assumes we know what we should and shouldn't be doing anyways so 🤷🏽

and for the last part: no, and i hope it stays that way because i do nawt trust myself to keep my mouth shut

[🎧] — what are your favourite songs to perform? how about record? is there a song in your discography you absolutely loathe but the fans love?

THERE'S SO MANY……

perform: yogijogi, turnon, sugar rush, forgive me, jingle★bell★rock, supersonic, chaeri, passionfruit, viola, ttyl, drums of death, crazy, spring breakers, jet, time slip, and trampoline

record: forgive me, lucid dream, blur, supersonic, weakness, chaeri, drums of death, forever, tears, high horse, papillon

for the last question, i don't rlly have one! i like our discography :P

[📽️] — are there any embarrassing moments that live on the internet forever? what prompted it? has it become an inside joke among your fans and members?

i do nawt have any embarrassing moments i REFUSE!!!!!!! my one moment that could be counted as somewhat 'embarrassing' is that when we were promoting left right we were on a variety show and i had to do aegyo and i very much did not want to do it so i kept complaining and at one point i'm like "i'm turning 19 it's not even gonna be authentic anymore" (#NIXIELOGIC) and then jiwon, out of nowhere mind you, goes "nixie, aren't you an actor?" bc of my background in theatre predebut and that kinda gagged tf out of me!!! i had to just get my silly ass up and just do the damn aegyo bc at that point..

[🥣] — what are your most viral moments? what are things fans can expect and rely on you for? outstanding performances? always looking your best? witty commentary on a variety show? keeping it "real"?

anything from our livestreams tbh. also my tweets probably…

for the second part of the question: i'd say keeping it real! i don't like sugarcoating things when it involves me, my group, or my fans. if i think something just sucks i'm saying it

[⛓️] — how do you handle hate? whether that be from non-fans or jealous colleagues. do you fire back? do you write a diss track? or do you take the high road because you know you're above them?

i don't see it lol. i do not look myself up PERIOD bc having instant access to everything anyone is saying abt you is a nightmare scenario sawrry……

even if i do see hate, i just go on about my day tbh.. i know not everyone isn't going to like me, and i know there's a chance that nothing i do will do to change that, so i don't think it'd be healthy for me to stress out over shit like that lol

[🫐] — what is your representative animal? or perhaps it's a simple emoji? do you have a representative colour and/or symbol? what do these represent within your group and/or concept?

fondant has representative objects, mine are headphones :P there isn't an actual reason behind this (like lore reasons, for example) other than group identity and the objects themselves don't really have an actual meaning either

however, my unofficial representative animal is a rabbit 🐇🤓

[📞] — have you ever done something behind your company's back? they told you specifically not to do it, yet you did it anyway? were you caught? how did fans react?

no, i do not like being scolded 💔 if i was given an actual valid reason to go behind my company's back i would do it but i wouldn't just do it for the hell of it yknow 😭…

the only thing that could qualify as me going behind my company's back is spoilers. we're allowed to spoil some things for upcoming projects and whatnot but not too much, yknow? and i probably overdid that maybe once or twice. however our ceo spoils more than all of us combined so 💀!!!! i do not know why this woman has a twitter account (when she already has a BLOG) but someone needs to take it away from her NOW bc why on earth are you posting behind the scenes stuff for a comeback that wasn't going to be announced until three months later

[🖇️] — we all know k-pop is very well known for its ships and duos... are you involved in an iconic pairing? how did this start? is it a natural friendship [ perhaps more . . ] or a forced pr stunt?

me and my gf ningning 😁🤍… the reason why us as a pairing got somewhat popular in the first place is bc at an award show we did a special stage of espresso by sabrina carpenter together ^_^ and then after we got together (march of this year) we just wouldn't shut up about e/o 😭 we literally bring up each other at whenever we have a chance like even if the og convo had nothing to do with the other person… we haven't publicly revealed our relationship but we're not being Necessarily Secret About It either so. it's really just speculations rn and my fanbase doesn't really care like they're just like "good for them" and they just kinda move on

as for dynamics inside of fondant, my most popular pairing would probably be me and yurina (roommatez <3), it gained popularity bc whenever we both have literally nothing to do when fondant isn't promoting we just go live together :P

[📰] — is there anyone in the industry that you really can't stand? someone who gets on your nerves no matter what they do? what happened between you two? is there a happy ending in sight?

nah, i don't really have a ton of friends in the industry anyways so.. LMAO

#꩜ ・ fondant.#shiftblr #reality shifting #shifting community #shifting blog #desired reality #kpop shifting #kpop dr #black shifter

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cherryshh · 2 years ago

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♡　　　.　　ROMEO & CINDERELLA npt ‘ s ( @scythidol req )

⠀ ︶⠀ NAMES ⠀ juliette , cinderelle , cinderelita , rosalita, amoretta/amorette, amore(y), lovette, lovelle , lovelita , princella , amara , rosaline , cendrillon , valentin , aria

⠀ ︶⠀ PRONOUNS ⠀ lo / love , sin / sing , song / songs , ro / romance , rose / roses , cin / cinderella , dream / dreams , ye / yearns , amour / amours , adore / adores , blu / blush , che / cherish

⠀ ︶⠀ TITLES ⠀ The romantic chanteuse , she who wants to run away , her forbidden love , she who is deeply in love , she who dreams of love , one who yearns for love

+ the use of the pronouns she / her can be replaced , they are merely a placeholder

#♡ .⠀( 🪽 ) .⠀The Godess’ Blessing #⟡ ׅ ﹙ 🎧 ﹚ ♡︭ .⠀⠀memory ; npts #npt #npts #titles #title suggestions #names #name suggestions #pronouns #pronoun suggestions #prn #prns #romeo #romeo and cinderella #project sekai #vocaloid #edits #anime edit

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seenthroughmia · 2 months ago

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In Your Atmosphere

Chapter Five

Previous Chapter

Content Warning: Language, Alcohol, Joking about sex, Mentions of blood, Attempted sexual assault (not graphic/brief), Catcalling, Death (not graphic/brief), Nightmares

Word Count: 3.4k

Author’s Note: It took me forever to write this between school and work… I’m not 100% happy with it, but I wanted to get something out. We’ve got some girls night with Karen involved, Frankie saving the day, a HINT of fluff, and some angstttttt.

Delilah hadn’t seen Frank in three days. She’d like to think that maybe that meant he was staying out of trouble, but she knew that wasn’t the case. There were too many reports of deaths amongst the city piled up on her desk that had his name written all over them. She hadn’t seen him in three days because it must have meant that he wasn’t hurt enough to need her to help sew him back up.

She felt comfort in the fact that he likely didn’t have any major damage done to him. Having said that, there was a part of her that wished he would show up at her front door.

Everyday of the week, she heard interesting stories. Everyday of the week, she wrote interesting stories. But having Frank, the Big Bad Punisher, in her home gave her a wave of excitement she hadn’t felt since her college day rendezvous’ with a certain blind lawyer.

Everything about it was foolish. She was enthralled by a man that she had just met. A man that she didn’t even know the last name of. A man who was on the FBI’s top most wanted list.

It had gotten to the point that her job; her dream job… felt mundane. Her focus was no longer on that robbery on 34th street, or that building fire, or that heated political race. All that Delilah Lovett could think about was Frank.

So, in typical Delilah fashion she did what she always did when a man was taking over too much of her thoughts— call up a girlfriend and drink until she forgot.

That was how she ended up in a tight little red dress standing across from Karen Page at a very loud and very vibrant nightclub with two shots of rum coursing through her veins.

“This is… different.” Karen looked around the room as she clutched her drink in her hand.

“I just felt like I needed to go somewhere different than Josie’s… Somewhere more lively.” Delilah grabbed the shot glass that sat on the tabletop that divided her and Karen.

“It’s definitely lively.” A small giggle came from the blonde. Her eyes continued to wander, taking in the dozens of people dancing, vibrating speakers, and neon lights.

“Cheers!” Delilah downed the shot before flagging down a server for another one. “So… a little birdie told me that you went on a date with Matt.”

A tinge of pink could be seen creeping onto Karen’s face. “If by little birdie you mean Foggy, yes. Matt and I went on a date.”

“And?”

Karen could only muster out a smile.

“How did it go?” The second shot Delilah had ordered made its way to the table.

Karen took a small sip of her drink. “It went well. We went to this really fancy place Uptown, but then I think we both realized that we were trying too hard to impress each other. We ended up leaving, and going to this cute little Indian restaurant. He walked me home.”

“He walked you home.” A smirk worked its way onto Delilah’s face as she picked up the newly filled shot glass.

“He did.”

“Did you guys… you know…” She paused before turning her smirk into a big toothy grin. “Get to know each other in a biblical sense?”

Karen’s eyes widened with shock. “Delilah!”

“What? Come on, I need to live vicariously through you. My personal life is so boring right now.” She glanced at the glass in her hand before raising it up in the air. “To Karen Page and Matt Murdock!”

“Okay, I think you’ve had enough.” Karen let out a breathy laugh at Delilah’s toast.

“No.” Delilah choked down the liquid that was in the glass before slamming it on the table. “Okay, now I’ve had enough.”

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She had somehow convinced Karen, who was significantly less hammered than Delilah, that she was capable of getting home by herself. Well, she was sure Karen wasn’t entirely convinced, but a call she received from Matt asking to come over swayed her decision.

Her apartment wasn’t too far from the nightclub they had spent the last hour at, but it wasn’t right around the corner either. This wasn’t her first time walking home alone from a night of drinking, and it wouldn’t be her last.

The walk home wasn’t out of the ordinary. There were people on the streets whose night outings were extending way past hers. There were homeless people lingering around convenience stores. There was nothing for her to be concerned about; until there was.

Delilah had noticed a man rounding the corner of an alleyway as she passed by it about a block back. It was very possible that he could’ve just been on his way to wherever his destination was, but she had now been walking for two more blocks since, testing out different speeds of walking. Each time she switched paces he matched it. Her apartment was nearby, and coming to the conclusion that he was following her she didn’t want him to know where she lived.

“Okay, what do you want?” She turned around to face the man. “Is it my wallet or something because if that’s what you want you can have it.” Her hands started to dig into her purse.

She never claimed it was a smart idea, but with four shots of liquor in her system it was all she could think of to keep the location of her home a secret.

“Why don’t you come back to my place, sweet cheeks?” He started to approach her, closing the distance. “I promise to make it worth your while.”

“So you don’t want the wallet?” Delilah removed her hands from her purse. “Why don’t you turn around and leave me alone, cupcake.”

Mocking a stranger who was following her late at night was probably not the best idea, but her intoxicated state didn’t allow her brain to filter out words before she spoke them.

“Ah, she’s a feisty one.”

She felt a hand wrap around her wrist. The grip he had was strong, so strong that even with her using all of her force to move in the opposite direction he still pulled her into the dark corridor on the side of them.

“This dress is real pretty, but I think it would look much better on the floor.” His hand roamed up to her shoulder to slide the strap of her dress off.

That was enough for Delilah to use her free arm, the one that was holding her purse, to swing the handbag up against the side of his face.

“Bitch!” The hand that was on her shoulder pushed back against her with such force, slamming her into the brick wall in the alley.

A discernible wince came from her as her head took a good bit of the impact against the wall. Distracted by the pain pooled in the back of her head, she didn’t even notice she knife he had pulled out until she felt the cold metal against her collar bone.

“I tried to do this the nice and easy way, but you just had to be difficult, didn’t you?”

Her eyes shut in preparation for the worst, but it never came. The knife falling to the ground. The sound of bones cracking. A loud thud on the concrete. Those were all sounds that surrounded her in the alleyway. She kept her eyes closed until a gruff voice prompted her to open them.

“You wanna tell me what you’re doing out here alone at this hour dressed like that?”

It was Frank, the entire reason she had been out getting plastered in the first place. In front of him was the body of the hooded figure that was holding a knife near her throat seconds prior. His neck? Broken.

Delilah’s eyes focused on the man’s neck for a moment before bringing her attention to Frank. “What are you, my daddy? Did I break my curfew?”

His arms were crossed. He glared at her with such intensity, even more so than when she’d forgotten to lock her apartment door.

“I wasn’t alone. Karen… Well, I was with her.” She started to stumble forward. “But she had to leave to go do the devil’s dance with Matt, if you know what I mean.” A laugh broke free from her mouth, allowing Frank to catch a whiff of the alcohol smell that traveled from her breath.

“For fuck’s sake… How much have you had to drink?”

“Only a little.” She continued her pursuit forward towards Frank. However, she forgot about the body on the floor in front of her. Her foot caught onto the side of the man, sending her headfirst into Frank.

He didn’t wrap his arms around her, but his firm chest stopped her from going anywhere.

“Oops.” She blurted out, staying pressed against him. “Frank?”

“What?”

“Do you think he’s dead?”

“He ain’t breathin, ain’t he?”

Delilah looked back down at the body on the ground. It was then that Frank noticed a portion of her copper red hair had turned a crimson color.

“You’re bleeding.” He said pulling her away from him and directing her around the body. “The back of your head.”

“I am?” Her hands moved to touch her hair. When she brought them back in front of her they were covered in red. “It must’ve happened when he pushed me against the brick…” The adrenaline had kicked in once Frank had arrived, temporarily making her forget about her run in with the wall.

“Needs to be cleaned up.” Frank started walking towards the sidewalk. He turned around when he didn’t hear her heels clicking on the ground. “You gonna just stand there or what?”

She still didn’t move. “What about…” she pointed to the ground.

“I’ll take care of it later.”

Delilah made a shrugging gesture and started to move towards Frank. “Do I want to know what that means?”

“No.”

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For the third time in the last week, Frank and Delilah had sat on the carpet in her living room with a first aid kit in reach. Only this time, it wasn’t Delilah patching up Frank. It was Frank patching up Delilah.

“What were you doing in that alleyway, anyway?”

“I was in the neighborhood.” Frank parted her hair to get a better look at the source of the bleeding.

She raised an eyebrow at him. “You were in the neighborhood?”

“Yep.”

“You wanna know what I think?”

“No-“

“I think you were stalking me.” She felt a cold sharp sting on the back of her head. “Owww! Jesus, what are you doing?”

He held a blood stained cotton ball in front of her face.

“How bad is it?”

“Not bad. Doesn’t need stitches or anything.” Frank grabbed a bottle of diluted hydrogen peroxide from the first aid kit. “Just needs to be cleaned real good.”

Her face contorted in discomfort when the chemical compound collided with the gash on the back of her head, leaving her to deal with a burning sensation.

“Good thing you don’t need stitches.”

“Why?”

“You wouldn’t be able to handle it.” Frank retorted back at her question.

“I most definitely could handle it!” She felt the peroxide soaked cotton ball press against her skin again. “Oww!”

He looked at her with an amused expression. It was an expression that said ‘thank you for proving my point.’

Delilah made a pout with her lips. “I liked it better when you were the one that needed fixing up.”

Her eyes scanned him for a brief moment. She didn’t believe what he said earlier; that he was just in the neighborhood. She could have believed that maybe he was in the area if he were wounded, but she couldn’t find any new marks on him.

“Are you…”

He made note of her eyes studying him. “No. I’m fine.”

“That’s good.” She nodded as she contemplated her next question. “You’re not hurt, so are you still sticking with your statement that you were just in the neighborhood?”

“Nothing gets past you, does it?” Frank looked towards a black duffle bag to the side of him. “Truth is, I was coming to give you something.” He stood up, grabbing the bag from the floor and throwing it onto the coffee table.

“You got me a gift?”

This was unexpected. She had only known him a few days, but she didn’t peg him as the gift-giving type. Her mind wondered what he could’ve gotten her. Her curiosity was settled when he pulled out a worn out yellow hardcover book.

“Uh, thought I would help expand your collection.”

He handed her the book.

Dracula.

“Thank you.” She looked at the book for a moment before moving to her feet.

Frank gave her a small nod.

“Is it even worth asking if you want to stay?” Delilah motioned her head towards the plush couch that they were leaning against moments earlier.

Frank was conflicted. He was exhausted, practically running on empty. He didn’t sleep much these days, relying on exuberant amounts of black coffee to keep him going. Right now that couch looked like the most comfortable thing he had ever seen. In spite of that, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was already in too deep with her.

“If you feel like you’re inconveniencing me, you’re not. I mean it.” The sincerity in her words shined through loud and clear.

Fuck it, he thought. He would fall asleep for a few hours, slip out before she even woke up, and that would be the end of it.

“Your pillows soft or firm?”

The question had garnered a laugh from Delilah. It prompted her to turn on her heels in the direction of her bedroom. She disappeared out of his view for a moment, but her footsteps were still able to be heard. When she reappeared she was clutching a pillow under one arm and a blanket in another.

“I prefer a stiffer pillow, so if that’s also your preference you’re in luck.” She dropped both of them on the couch.

Truth be told, Frank didn’t really care what type of pillow he was given. He had slept on cots in the desert, on the ground, and on a lone mattress with no bed frame or box.

“If you want anything from the kitchen feel free to take whatever. The only way to get to the bathroom is through my room, so I’ll just leave my door open.” Delilah thought about if there was anything she was missing. “The TV remote is right there, and you’ve already explored my bookshelf.”

Frank sat down on the couch and started to situate the firm pillow she had brought him against the left arm of the sofa. “Thank you.”

“Maybe you could give Twilight another shot while you have it at your disposal.”

“I’ll have to think about it.” He had shot her the same words that she said to him the last night he was there when he suggested she try Dracula.

A light scoff came from Delilah’s body. “Good night, Frank.”

“Good night.”

Delilah wandered into her bedroom, while Frank started to adjust his body onto the couch. The couch was small, making him unable to completely outstretch on it while laying. It wasn’t the most ideal place for him to sleep, but that wasn’t his biggest worry. Exhaustion had no longer been on the forefront of his mind. When Delilah left the room the gravity of what he had done set in. He had slipped up and gotten too close. It wasn’t something he could do again.

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A bloodcurdling scream filled the apartment, causing Delilah to shoot up from her bed. Any ounce of sleepiness she had was completely gone. She quickly grabbed her phone and ran into the living room where she had last left Frank.

The screams she had heard were coming from him, face up on the couch gripping the edges of the cushions tightly.

“Frank.” She called out to him as she rushed over to his side.

He was still bellowing out even after she had called his name.

“Frank…” Her hand reached to cover the one closest to her, but his grip never left the sofa. “Shh, it’s okay, Frank. It’s just a bad dream. You’re safe.”

Frank felt the touch of her small hand covering his. His eyes zigzagged around the room to check his surroundings. When he saw strands of her fiery copper hair reflecting in the little light the room had his screams lessened to heavy pants.

Delilah had learned a bit about his life as a Marine the last time she had stitched him up. She didn’t have much experience with people in the line of duty, but she thought PTSD was probably a common occurrence amongst members who served their time fighting wars like he did.

“Where did you go just now?” She asked quietly, not removing her hand from on top of his. Her free hand moved to caress the top of his head. He was sweating profusely and his body felt like a furnace. “Kandahar? Were you dreaming about Kandahar?”

“The carousel…” Frank mumbled out.

“The carousel? What carousel? Is that some sort of military code phrase?”

“In the park…” His eyes were focused on the ceiling. There was a sadness to them, one that Delilah had never seen before from him. It was almost as if he was fighting something internally.

“Frank… I’m not sure what you’re talking about… What park? Central Park?”

His hand flipped over resulting in his palm depositing right up against hers. “Maria…Lisa… Fr-Frank Jr.” The thing he was fighting inside of him were tears. They were threatening to leak through and Delilah could see it.

For the first time in her life, Delilah Lovett was speechless. The man that she had invited to stay on her couch was currently in a state of distress that she didn’t know how to ease. She had so many questions. While her natural predisposition was to ask as many as she could til she got to the bottom of things, she realized that it wouldn’t amount to a fix for the problem; at least for his sake.

The daze that Frank was in had suddenly broken when his brain had completely caught up to the fact that he was in the apartment he had spent three days in during the last week. Delilah had taken notice of this as well when he abruptly shunned away her hands that were placed on his body. The speed at which he discarded the contact surged her crouching frame back towards the floor.

“Shit.” He mumbled at a barely audible tone. He placed both of his hands onto his head, rubbing his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“What did it mean?”

Frank was silent.

“The carousel. The park. Those people.”

“Go back to bed, Delilah.”

“Frank, what does it mean?”

“Damn it, Delilah, I said go back to bed!” He sat up when he spoke this time. The sadness in his eyes had now been taken over by darkness.

If looks could kill, she could’ve sworn she would be six feet under in a grave right now. She started to use her hands to move backwards in a crawling motion. The coffee table stopped her momentum, thwacking her in the back. A small groan came from her lips as she sheepishly stood up and retreated back into her bedroom, opting to close the store instead of leaving it open like she had previously.

Frank didn’t mean to do it, but he knew that he did; he had frightened her. For the first time in all of their encounters she was scared of him. He had acted like an asshole. He was an asshole, he thought to himself. Maybe, it was better that way. It was the opportunity he needed to distance himself.

He couldn’t in good faith stay on Delilah’s couch any longer. He left the pillow where it was on the couch, but folded up the blanket neatly. He put on his boots, tied them up, and made sure to grab his duffle bag off of the table. He headed for the door, locking it from the inside, as he thought about the night's events.

#frank castle #daredevil #the punisher #frank castle fanfiction #marvel #frank castle x oc

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thrifty-swiftie · 1 year ago

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wonka gate: an examination of the parallels between wonka (2023) and sweeney todd (2007)

i saw wonka (2023) approximately 10 hours ago and since then i have been plauged by the film's nearly exact parallels to sweeney todd. over the past 10 hours, i have employed the help of my friend @orfisheus and we have successfully deconstructed every similarity between wonka and sweeney todd, though this post will specifically focus on the 2007 tim burton adaptation.

**SPOILER ALERT FOR BOTH FILMS. DO NOT READ AHEAD IF YOU DO NOT WANT SPOILERS!**

the simplest place to start is to introduce whom each of the wonka characters is trying to replicate. in my opinion, the most recognizable of these characters are mrs. scrubbit, portrayed by olivia colman, and mr. bleacher, portrayed by tom davis. these two are obviously trying to replicate sweeney todd/benjamin barker and his counterpart mrs. lovett. these two are recognizable by name alone, with "scrubbit" sounding extremely similar to "lovett" and "bleacher" sounding similar to "barker." however, the personalities of scrubbit and bleacher are nearly exact replicas of lovett's and sweeney's personalities. both sets of characters run "shops" that aim to harm the people coming in. one character, lovett in sweeney todd and bleacher in wonka, lures their victims in while the other, sweeney and scrubbit, do the actual harming. even from a non-theatre fan standpoint, the similarities between these characters is undeniably recognizable.

now, you may be asking "if scrubbit and bleacher are meant to represent the main characters from the original source material, why aren't they the main characters of wonka?" to that, i propose that we look at wonka as if it's the story of sweeney todd told by another character: anthony. timothée chalamet's wonka is almost a 1:1 copy of sweeney todd's anthony. both characters are dreamers and see the world in the best light possible despite all of the tragedy surrounding them. if you choose to view wonka as a story told through an anthony-esque character's perspective, the fun, colorful atmosphere of wonka feels less out of place than it did upon my initial viewing of the film. in a society where law enforcement and religion is corrupted by corporate greed, willy wonka still chooses to see the good in the world and the people in it, hence the film's upbeat and colorful atmosphere.

no anthony can be complete without a johanna, which willy wonka finds in noodle, the film's female lead played by calah lane. noodle, a supposed orphan (although, like with sweeney's johanna, the viewer finds out the true parentage of noodle later in the film), was taken in by the film's antagonists and is literally caged in by said antagonist. this directly mirrors johanna being trapped by turpin, sweeney todd's antagonist.

though the characters do not take a romantic interest in each other (which, let's be real, would be illegal) wonka and noodle form the same kind of bond that anthony and johanna did in sweeney todd. wonka rescues noodle from her cages multiple times throughout the film, just like anthony freed johanna. the duos care more about the wellbeing of their partner rather than the rest of the world and at the end of both films, the two sets characters both have happy endings.

in terms of minor characters, i would consider wonka's trio of chocolateers to be an extension of judge turpin, while keegan michael key's police chief character takes on the role of beadle.

as for plot parallels, the two films share many similar vital plot points, including quite literally opening in the exact same way. tim burton's sweeney todd film begins with anthony singing on a boat, while paul king's wonka opens with willy wonka singing on a boat. both sing about similar topics too, with wonka singing "after seven years of life upon the ocean... the city i've pinned seven years of hopes on lies just over the horizon... i've got twelve silver sovereigns in my pocket and a hatful of dreams" and anthony singing "i've sailed the world, beheld it's wonders... but there's no place like london." right off the bat, the viewer is exposed to the dreamer's perspective before the rest of society is shown.

not long after, wonka is brought to the shop of mrs. scrubbit and bleacher, where bleacher then attempts to club wonka. this could potentially serve as a callback to sweeney and his razors.

we meet noodle right after this. although noodle is most definitely the johanna stand-in of wonka, an argument could also be made for her representation of sweeney todd's toby. in the 2007 film, mrs. lovett takes toby in both out of usefulness and emotional attachment and she puts him to work in her shop as an assistant. like toby, noodle is taken in by mrs. scrubbit and put to work. however, mrs. scrubbit feels no emotional attachment at all towards noodle, hence why her name is scrubbit, a pun regarding her profession, rather than lovett, a name that professes why the character takes toby in.

as the wonka film progresses, we see more and more parallels with burton's sweeney todd. firstly, bleacher lies about his identity for a large portion of the film, just like sweeney does, and in both films the audience is made aware of these lies before the other characters find out. another parallel can be drawn between sweeney and wonka as both characters go "underground" to escape arrest, although wonka literally uses the underground sewer system while sweeney conceals his identity from the people who used to know him as benjamin barker. additionally, both wonka and sweeney utilize their stores to evade police capture.

at the very end of the film, we see our last two similar plot points. first, noodle is reunited with her mother. johanna meets her own mother at the end of the film, but while noodle is able to obtain a happy ending and live the rest of her life with family, johanna doesn’t realize it’s her mother, and is unable to reach that same fulfillment. johanna’s ending is much more tragic than noodle’s, however wonka is a children's movie, so what can you really expect? finally, in the post credits scene, we see justice delved out to mrs. scrubbit and bleacher as they are arrested for their wrong doing, similar to how mrs. lovett and sweeney die at the end of their film. once again, they're not killing people in a children's film, so this is the best we can get in terms of a parallel ending.

after breaking these similarities down with @orfisheus, i am completely convinced that wonka is a cleverly concealed parody of sweeney todd, but in the end, the movie represents a genre that is critically underappreciated in today's society. musical theatre should not have to be concealed to be enjoyed by all and theatre should not be relegated to the stereotypical shakespeare dramas. at the end of the day, who can really say if wonka is secretly a replica of sweeney todd? all that truly matters is the knowledge that allows us to appreciate wonka's worth. more than just a children’s film, it builds off of the foundation of two great works to become something that both pays tribute to and evolves the stories of willy wonka and sweeney todd.

#wonka 2023 #wonka #sweeney todd #these are the same movie #you cannot convince me otherwise #wonka movie #willy wonka #timothee chalamet #johnny depp #theatre

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ethies · 2 years ago

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Hello dazed goddess ,, may the digital goddess request names related to digitality && love ( ++ dreams if possible , but no need !! ) , thank you kindly .. ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

of course ...! the Knight Of space hopes the Doll sent from Above enjoys these names ... feel Free to request more If they Are not up to your liking ( or if you would just like More ...! )

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𓇼 . . love / softness : lovette , adore , kisses , cherish , darling , valentine , velvet , crush , kissette , blissy , desirette , doe , ribbon , dovette , lovebug , chu , beauty , lucille , cotton , dollita , softie , damsielle , angelina , seraphim , luvsick , roselle , lovie , sugar , nectar

𓇼 . . dreams / sleepy themes : lucette / lucid , drowsielle , slumberette , bubble , reverie , reve , celeste , celestelle , lumina , luminette , zzz , dusk , nocturne , lunelle , stelle , célestine , lullaby , cham / chamomile , lumi , cloudie , corvus

this Lovesick being hopes these names will Be Cherished ... Schy hopes the Unusual angel enjoys them ...! this Is the pure Of Heart ' s first ever request ^u^ enjoy !

#cher name recommendations ...!#name suggestions #name ideas #themed names #names list #love themed names #digital themed names #dream themed names #sleepy themed names #mogai blog #mogai positivity #mogai friendly #pro mogai #mogai safe #requests open

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also pls tell us abt ur ocs!!!!

Aah I'm actually attempting to draw my listener oc's so I'll wait to actually talk about them physically BUT

Aubrey "Angel" Samson Shaw (she/they) Operations/Logistics Manager at Vesta, basically their dream job. Moved to Dahlia on a mandatory transfer for the promotion. Pack Karaoke Champion

Baylee "Baaabe" Graham Talbot (they/she) App Designer and Social Media Manager for the Dahlia branch of Vesta. Has had top surgery, plays guitar

Rogue "Sweetheart" Roberts (she/they) doesn't have a great relationship with their parents, they think they're incredibly lucky that Milo's parents approve. Their other ride is a motorcycle

Bellatrix "Darlin" Lovett-Hunt (they/she/he) has a full sibling 16 years younger, their first shift broke covert in a big way (towards the end of last year of middle school) which is why their family moved to Dahlia in the first place. Also Pack Karaoke Champion

Lena "Lovely" Sebert (she/they) was an independent/freelance journalist with a community college degree prior to meeting Vincent. Was raised by a single father

Elijah "Freelancer/Deviant" Samson (he/they transmasc) parents are still paying for their T shots, he's still on their insurance but gets no allowance or funds from them. They tried to ship him off to live with his and Angel's grandparents because they couldn't deal with the accidental magic anymore. They're exploring their femininity again thanks to Dear.

Nova "Starlight" Rice (she/they) Full-Cert, Professor at DAMN idk what they teach yet

Rigel Aspidiske "Warden" Stellar-formed, Congruent of Rak'Xit, bound in his Madrigal. (they/them) named for a star in the Orion constellation, their horns form a circlet across their brow, with the release of the D(a)emon quiz, they have been renamed for one of the brightest stars in the Carina constellation as a nod to kinship with Avior

Nell "Cutie" Hanson (they/them, sometimes she/her) was a cheerleader at DAMN. Parents are both telepaths so while their powers didn't manifest until puberty, they did not grow up with the privacy of their own mind at home. Coupled with a string of both empowered and unempowered relationships that left them with trust issues, Geordi was so open and honest with his thoughts it was such a comfort just being able to hear him, he's the best thing that's ever happened to them.

Jun "Dear" Yasuda (she/they transfem) Sailor Mercury vibes. (I was also maybe inspired by this one specific fanart of a masc!Dear in a yukata that I first saw on twitter) Loves the beach. Has, in fact, learned all the waterbending moves from ATLA and TLOK.

Sunshine (Ori, she/they) and Honey (Beam, they/any) I'm still working on quite a bit with them.

Shaw Pack next gens below the cut (take 'em or leave 'em)

All shifters, age order

Benjamin "Benji" Talbot (he/him) eldest by a year. has his dad's smile and eyes but Baaabe's nose

Hallow Greer (he/they) is the best at non-shifting magic

Lilith "Lily" Shaw (she/her) future Alpha, has been a menace since the day she was born. Frank says she looks a lot like David's mom.

Joy Talbot (she/her) has vitiligo like her dad, hotly debated among pack elders whether she or her brother will be future Beta but she and Lilith were born just two months apart

Gabriel Shaw (he/him) basically Fooliverse!David, youngest by two years

Lily knows Benji is her mate, he hasn't quite figured it out yet but he's loved her forever. (Mary's Song is their love story)

Everyone thought Angel and David would be the first to have a kid.

It took some time on Sweetheart's part to convince Milo he'd be a good dad but it wasn't until he held Benji the first time that he believed it.

#cheezy yaps #redacted headcanons #redactedverse #redacted next gen #a werewolf named bella with a vampire mate is objectively funny #redacted listener oc #cheezy oc #redacted oc

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thenightling · 1 year ago

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I liked the movie Wonka and there are a LOT of subtle and not-so-subtle references to other musicals through it. Here are a list of the ones I recognized. 1. Wonka's hopeful arrival in the big city is like an inverted version of "No place like London" from Sweeney Todd in that it's joyous and hopeful despite people waiting to cheat him. It's a bit like Fun City from the never released Man who fell to Earth musical but sung by the would-be target. 2. Mrs. Scrubbit's name is a punny play on Mrs. Lovett from Sweeney Toodd. 3. Mrs. Scrubbit and Bleacher are very easily equatable to the Thenardiers from Les Miserables, especially when you see how they trump up how much Wonka owes them. 4. Noodle is a cross between Cosette from Les Miserables and Little Orphan Annie. 5. When Wonka gets bribed with money to free his friends from indentured servitude after his shop is wrecked this is very similar to Jack being bribed in Newsies. 6. Wonka showing up at the window to break out Noodle was similar to Jack wanting to rescue Crutchie in Newsies. 7. Wonka going back after the bribe to save his friends is also like Jack from Les Miserables. 8. The indentured servitude contracts remind me of the one from Pirates of Penzance in how ridiculously long they are. 9. The "Scrub Scrub" song is a lot like A Hard Knock Life from Annie. 10. The Oompa Loompa Song and Pure Imagination (Though with different words) are from the 1971 Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. 11. Noodle's book obsession could be a little nod to Belle in Beauty and the Beast. 12. Noodle's dream of her mother is a lot like Cosette's Castle on a Cloud only about a mother in a home full of books. 13. The Tango of "Do you have a Sweet Tooth?" is very similar to the modified version of Roxanne for Moulin Rouge in that it's persuading a character and done to the tune of a catchy tango. 14. Bonus: All the names are blunt references to what the characters actually are. Noodle is the smart girl. Abacus Crunch is an accountant (an abacus is an ancient adding device and crunching the numbers is a term for doing taxes and figuring out what's owed or what you can keep). A woman named "Bell" worked as a telephone operator, and Scrubbit and Bleacher own a laundry cleaning service. There are many other blunt as a hammer name clues. That isn't quite a musical thing but that is a thing from J. K. Rowling's Harry Potter franchise. That's why I put that in as a bonus.

#Wonka

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thewickedbohemian · 9 months ago

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Dream Animated Movie Musical Tournament Round 3 Match 4

Sweeney Todd

Why this deserves to be an animated movie musical: no matter your feelings on Johnny Depp otherwise a lot of people can agree the movie version we got with him and Helena Bonham Carter left a lot to be desired so this could wash that taste out of people's mouths (and the recent revival brought this show back to the popular consciousness)

Notes/dream-casting: this would be another thing that'd be a cool Laika project in my mind and as for the casting once my brain remembered that just because the characters are British doesn't mean the actors have to be (idk many British actors outside of musical theater or Doctor Who) some of the names that floated to mind as potential dream-voice-casts for certain roles are Gaten Matarazzo reprising his role, Dove Cameron as Johanna and maybe Rachel Bloom as Mrs. Lovett (if she wouldn't be too young and a Jew playing that part wouldn't get problematic-connotationed given both blood libel stuff and how Mrs. Lovett dies (as Mrs. Lovett wouldn't have to be Jewish just because the actress is) as Mrs. Lovett may be the most demanding Sondheim role but I think she's up to the challenge esp. if she wouldn't have to play it physically). This is just me spitballing, feel free to suggest your own picks if you have better ones (just don't insult mine) or if you have any idea of an actor who'd be good voicing Sweeney Todd himself

Seussical

Why this deserves to be an animated movie musical: because that's the only freaking way it can be a movie musical because didn't the Seuss estate say all future adaptations of his work had to be animated after witnessing the live-action Cat In The Hat. Also there's already been a Horton Hears A Who movie so even if it doesn't maintain actor consistency with that (as this would be different universe of that story) it could at least be made by the same people and maintain visual consistency

Notes/dream-casting: of these, Seussical is actually the one that I have the most complete dream-cast for (but if you think someone else would be better for a given role feel free to offer a suggestion as long as you don't slight my pick in doing so); Neil Patrick Harris as The Cat In The Hat (the other trickster figure I mentioned that made me afraid to dream-cast him as Willy Wonka too), Jonathan Groff as Horton, Kate Micucci as Gertrude, Alex Newell as the Sour Kangaroo and Camila Cabello as Mayzie. If you're wondering about JoJo that'd probably be an unknown-kid-actor...but one with "low-support autism"/what some people still call Aspergers as darned if JoJo isn't really freakishly coded that way

#dream animated movie musical tournament #tumblr poll #tumblr polls #tournament poll #polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr tournaments #musicals #movie musicals #sweeney todd #seussical

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ohbutwheresyourheart · 1 year ago

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all right gang buckle up it's time to talk wonka

I give Wonka (2023) a 4.5/10. While the movie was visually stunning and I broadly liked Willy, Noodle, the chocolate cartel, and a couple of the better-developed side characters, overall it lacked substance.

I will say up front that one thing I genuinely really loved about the movie was how it leaned into the actual magic of Willy's inventions. They don't just taste good, they have actual magical effects on the people who eat them. That was cool! Very inventive.

I also loved Noodle's character far more than I thought I would. She was a great contrast to Willy's idealism, and it was particularly enjoyable for the younger character to be the more cynical one. Noodle was actually one of my favourite parts of the movie.

Willy's grief for his mother was very touching and was in my opinion probably the best-realised emotional beat of the movie. The reveal that he hoped she would somehow be there when he opened his shop, his disappointment when it didn't happen despite logically knowing it couldn't... It hit home, and reinforced that Willy here is still a young man, little more than a kid, and still refusing to let adult real world logic puncture his dreams, for better or worse.

Now for... everything else.

So the first thing that annoyed me is Willy's characterisation in this movie: he has been "sailing the seven seas for seven years", i.e. has been fending for himself in a vaguely 1800s world across continents with nobody to look out for him, and he is... so blisteringly naive!

I get that he couldn't start out cynical (nor would I want him to) because that leaves no room for character growth between the prequel and the original movie, but it completely shatters my disbelief that a kid could be roaming the world alone for seven years and never before encounter anyone who deceives or takes advantage of him so that he is left so entirely at the mercy of Mrs Scrubbit.

(also lmfao Mrs Scrubbit herself is like... just say you wanted to spoof Mrs Lovett. The name. The attitude. The child assitant. The romance with the surly violent man.)

Even if he was still a little naive... there is no forgiving him handing Lofty the frying pan to hit him over the head with. I watched that scene torn between absolutely bewilderment that they expected me to believe Willy was that stupid, and a reluctant admiration for Lofty, who I can only imagine was astonished and delighted that his stupid plan worked so flawlessly.

That said, I actually really loved the reveal that Willy couldn't read. That felt very logical with his backstory presented in-universe (raised poor in a historical time period by a mother more focused on keeping them both alive and fed in their transitory lifestyle). While it seems Willy's mother was literate (the 'Wonka' on the chocolate bar wrapper), I can buy that Willy just Would Not Learn because he didn't see the point, and his mother either didn't see the need to fight the battle, or thought she'd have longer to teach him but died before she was able to.

The worldbuilding fell apart in other areas, however, such as the supposedly indentured servants running around town without consequence? I get that Willy's laundry invention was doing the actual work for them, but early in the movie there's a huge point made of how they all have to be present for roll call at least once a day, and then this just... kind of gets forgotten about. And then also somehow Mrs Scrubbit is able to just get into the chocolate stores and poison them all without anyone knowing, and also without taking any more direct action like making sure they're all locked up and can't leave? And where the hell was Willy storing all of the chocolates he was making to have enough to totally fill that shop?

Speaking of the indentured servants... okay, you can make a case for most of them. Abacus and Piper actually kind of grew on me. But I am convinced the comedian only exists because they thought of the scene where Willy shares his mother's last chocolate bar and realised they needed six characters to split the pieces between. He does nothing! Absolutely nothing! He is there for a few brief moments of appalling cringe comedy and nothing more! His supposed talent he brings to the team is one throwaway line where he pretends he's talking to a fucking octopus!

And it's infuriating because they could have done something with this guy! What if he actually was a good comedian with a great stage presence who fell on hard times because he made fun of the chocolate cartel in one of his shows and they got him blacklisted? What if he was the one who helped Willy develop his showmanship to sell his chocolates? Wouldn't that have made far more sense, and made him far more integral to the plot, than a few off-colour "hurr durr hate muh wife" jokes???

Controversial opinion on side characters: I loved Hugh Grant the Oompa Loompa. I was expecting to hate him, but he charmed me. I did raise my eyebrows at the fucking speedboat yacht what the hell, but eh, fine, it was one brief shot, I can live with it. I honestly feel like Lofty and Noodle carried this movie on their tiny sarcastic shoulders. What did annoy me was the ending sequences of the movie, where the writers seemed to abruptly realise they had strayed too far from the bounds of 'explicit prequel to the Wilder movie' and tried to fix this by having Lofty spout off a number of Wonka's most memorable lines in quick succession, as if to scream SEE, SEE, IT'S A PREQUEL, HE'S SAYING THE THING, IT'S A PREQUEL---

I think the point could have been hammered home far more effectively by having a last interaction between Slugworth and Willy before the Slugworth's arrest, where Slugworth says something to the effect of "I'll be back, and I'll stop at nothing to ruin you". Cliche? Sure. But at least it would create an actual bridge between the two movies. As it stands, there's little to no actual setup for the spying and conflict because... the chocolate cartel are being sent to prison (indefinitely?). Again, maybe have Slugworth or one of the others point out that fraud isn't a life sentence, and they will be back.

(Actually, I would have given anything for Slugworth to try to talk Noodle around to his side - offer her the money, books, clothes, etc., tell her she's his niece, play it as if he's so glad to have found her, tell her she'll be his heir - give us a dark mirror of Wonka's eventual relationship with Charlie, and a hint of Willy having to face what betrayal by those he trusts looks like.)

I also felt like the movie's attitude towards chocolate itself was bizarrely conflicted. One the one hand: it's the most amazing and delicious and incredible thing ever! Everyone should be able to buy chocolate! On the other: hahaahaha look at the stupid fat police chief and hohohohohoo look at the stupid corrupt chocaholic monks. Yeah, yeah, you can handwave it as a question of degree, but it hits on the same sour note as Augustus Gloop in the original: why is it a bad thing to enjoy chocolate, and even (gasp! shock! horror!) be fat?

Other minor grumbles that probably bother nobody but me:

Sovereigns aren't fucking silver, they're explicitly gold, they've always been gold, they are literally one of the highest denomination of historical British coinage. Hearing characters treat single sovereigns as essentially small change set my teeth on edge from the start. If the writers wanted to use a historical-sounding coin, why not shilling? Actually, shillings would have fit in much better with the in-universe value attributed to silver sovereigns. I've got twelve silver shillings in my pocket even has the same cadence!

I don't like Timothee's singing and did not find any of the songs to be particularly affecting or memorable. The movie did not need to be a musical. I particularly disliked the cover of Pure Imagination, which was juuuuust enough off from the original that it put my back up. I don't know if I feel like this because I was so done with everything else in the movie that annoyed me by that point, but I just... felt like so many of the songs sounded the same? Not sure if that was because of an intention by the composer or a limitation from Timothee's vocal range, or both, but the only song that I even kind of liked was the villain song, and frankly that might just be due to the vague homoeroticism winding its way through that scene.

Why is he milking a giraffe. Mammals don't... they don't just constantly... was the giraffe pregnant??? Have any of the writers ever set foot on a farm ever. Do they think cows just Do That. Please get these people a book on basic biology.

#wonka 2023 #willy wonka #willy

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mariasparrow · 1 year ago

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Travel Through the Darkness FilipaMariaKecharitomene

Having just completed his second quest to awaken the Sleeping Princess, Link is now faced with the task of escorting her to the Castle. Charmed by her rescuer, the Princess herself isn't so sure home is even there anymore. Meanwhile, monsters are hunting the Hero's blood, and a Chain of Eight men are looking for him... Or in other words...the Chain meets Hyrule.

Chapter 1

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“A literary mystery, a damsel in distress, and his rival deposed.

If that doesn’t get him here then he’s not much of a knight in shining armor.” ~ Charlie Lovett

In the cold vault that was her bedroom, the arched windows still contained panels of blood red stain glass. Shimmering and timeless, thanks to the wizard's spell.

The one that both imprisoned and preserved.

Locked within this endless sleep, Zelda Zaranitsa of Hyrule, daughter of a King, niece of a King, sister of a King, could only recall hazy glimpses of a long dream.

Just one. Only one. Never truly beginning. Never truly ending as she lay upon her embroidered cushions, hands upon her stomach. Her shoulder-length hair had not grown an inch in her sleep; fresh and dark red as a never-bloomed rose.

Just a dream. And not a very clear one at that.

Behind her closed eyes, visions splashed against her mind like raindrops. Warping the landscape in a grim blur of death and malice. Over time it bloomed with colors. First there was only red, spilled in rivers across a dying land, painting the fires that consume it. The monsters that roamed it. The color of poisoned skies that spill acid rain upon crops.

Screaming people, desperate, hopeless.

The Sleeping Princess would weep, if she could.

Then, suddenly...almost inconsequentially...there is a speck of green amidst the destruction. Unfurling, growing, dispute the lack of sun, the lack of rain, the lack of help.

He is small at first, so small.

A green-shoot of stubborn life. Yet he grew. And all he touched grew green in his wake. Waking with hope, with faith, with endurance.

With courage.

Oh, he stumbled at times. He hurt and he bled red, oh so much red, until the cursed earth he walked on was sanctified with it. In her dreams, she gasped whenever his foes dealt him a wound, wanting to cower and hide her eyes as much as she wanted to reach out and bind the red flow, to stop it.

She can never get a good look at his face. She doesn’t know his name. Eventually though, the worse of the red, the cause and cancer of this land, yields to him at the end of his sword. The monster is sealed away within him, within his blood. It is the first time she tried to cheer within her dream, within the spell. Even outside the spell, her lips twitch in the faintest hint of a smile.

If that had been all, it would have been enough. She could’ve rested in peace, for the remainder of eternity.

Such was not her fate.

Four more seasons past with feel of old friends. They are her only companions after-all, in her frozen cocoon of time. She knows them well, favoring spring and summer the most, but still fondly remembering the other two. These brief flashes of the changing years that swept her mind though the magic is painful in its unteachableness.

Her glimpses are tangled with her memories of how things once were. It was hard to separate what was from what she longed to be. She does not grow, does not age. A horrible, awe-filled thing. The only company are the Shiekah who make pilgrimage to her, bringing the currents heirs to the throne to remind them of the past.

She is so lonely.

Each time the Door creaked open, that fragile, stubborn hope fluttered, only to have its wings cruelly pluck once again. She slumbers on within the sleeping death, a frost upon the gentlest flower.

But not everything is frozen in time.

Out in the world...things are changing, old magic is stirring. Whispering "Its time."

There was an old song from her era. It was once declared that time made one bolder…that children grew older. The Princess’s young green-shoot…he grew older, too. Grew strong and daring. As giving as an apple tree in autumn.

What else could explain the decision he made? When he accepted the quest to wake her?

Had the Princess been able to stand, even in her dreams, she would have fallen to her knees.

She never realized hope could hurt so much.

So much that it was nearly dyed red in color, with every dropped spilled by moblins and achmans and every other unclean thing. She fretted. So terribly, terribly afraid. It seemed an unequal thing, that someone should risk his life when it truly wasn’t a pressing thing. Her sleeping or not was not a matter of saving the kingdom, or the world.

No.

He was doing this solely to save her. That was the only prize waiting for him, should he survive the ordeal of collecting the Shards of Courage that she had shattered. It seemed like a meager thing, a Hero’s life for one girl out-of-time.

An unnecessary, unneeded, forgotten Princess.

He had so much more to offer than her.

Don’t, she thought, pleaded, somewhere in the shifting murk of her mind, watching him. Watching him struggle, fight, bleed, die -honest to goodness die, dear Hylia. Die more than a few times, cheating Death only with spells and craftiness and strange little dolls.

Please don’t do this for me, it’s not worth it.

Of course, nobody can hear her. So deep is she within her dream, she doesn’t the footsteps echo through the North Palace’s abandoned halls, their owner exhausted and filthy and dizzy with triumphant. Doesn’t hear the door -the one Which-Does-Not-Open- swing wide, letting in the Hero she had been watching for...waiting for.

*~*

She doesn't hear the short puffs of his breath, his lungs unable to get enough air, aching as they were against his bruised ribs.

That last battle with his own shadow was one he will not soon forget. It had been a growling, savage version of himself, all his fierce will to live warped and twisted into something so dark and selfish, it had struck him as much as his enemy's sword. He hadn't said much as they exchanged blows. But what the shadow had said, he wouldn't ever forget.

"I won't let you wake her!" the dark image had spat. "She's mine!"

Link had to admit, there had been particular venom when he drove his sword home for the final time, satisfaction when he watched the shadows hissing, cursing form vanish. He doesn't see his steps grow softer, more reverent, as he approached the blood red steps leading up to her alter. Gazing upon her figure, he was struck, once again, by the crashing wave of kinship he felt with this young maiden. Royalty or not, he knew something of the unfairness of being under a curse. Having it dominate your every hour.

Waking or asleep, he considered, before he straightened up determinedly.

He might be powerless to stop his own curse from chasing him for the remainder of his days, but such would not be her fate. Her fate he could change. He could give her life back to her. If she lived a good one, maybe she could live it for the both of them. It would be worth it, then. Every cut and bruise, every stab his shadow gave him. It would be worth it.

Setting his jaw, he squared his shoulders under their coverings of brown and green and leather and stood beside the Sleeping Princess, the precursor to the Legend of Zelda which bears her name.

Since he already knew a Zelda, he had taken to calling this royal maid Aurora, after a fairy tale told among the campfires of his youth. It had been his favorite, fascinating him with the story of the Princess as beautiful as the morning, preserved in time.

The stories never described what the maiden looked like, saying only that she was fair, but this Princess is more than lovely enough to fill in the gaps. She’s so small, white-skinned and delicate seeming. Like the summer lilies that the other Zelda, Crown Princess of Hyrule, had managed to coax from the recovering soiling in the royal gardens.

Her rich hair the dark red of certain kinds of woods. The ones that make good homes. It tumbled to her shoulders, matching the red tunic-gown which swaths her figure.

Not for the first time, Link wondered what the color of her eyes were.

Are.

He has visited her many times during this second quest of his. But Link has never touched her. It just seemed wrong, when she had no awareness of it. Or worse, if she had aware of it and didn't like it. What Princess would want to be touched by him?

An accursed forest rat, who broke more things than he fixed.

This time though, he couldn't help himself, the clever fingers of his right hand pushing the moss-soft tresses from her face, though he quickly stopped. His hands were stained with dirt and monster blood and gods-only-know-what. Normally that wouldn't bother him, but it was just so apparent in contrast to her fair skin.

He has no business touching her, ever. Raising his left hand before he could make a greater fool of himself, Link curled a fist, the golden might of the gods shimmering to life.

"Would you lend me your power?" he murmured; head humbly bowed. He made his wish. And the entire room filled with light.

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The first thing she is aware of is light. White hot and blinding, it pulses gold against the blackness holding her captive. In her dream world she gasped, the shock to her soul paralyzing, burning, as the bonds holding her within the Eternal Sleep are broken with a breath of divinity. Then there is a voice, indistinct at first, but pressing in on her conscience, raspy as if unused, but growing louder. Growing firmer. Until -

“Your Highness.”

She felt her eyes flutter open of their own accord.

This is what an infant feels, the thought occurred to her, when flushed from blank nothingness out into the unknown.

She murmured, whined, muscles moving for the first time in unknown centuries. The light was too much, burning and all-consuming and never ending. It burned through more than the curse, it burned through her: her mind, her memories, her self –

“Princess,” came once again, more insistent now. There was warmth on her cheek, a stroking motion running in a line from her ear to her jaw. Up and down, repeating. She turned to it instinctively, lost in a sea of gold.

“Please wake up.”

It was a gentle command, but the power behind it was the final battering force that broke the hissing hold the curse still had on her. With a scream of rage, the spell shattered.

And Zelda Aurora woke up with a short gasp and a shock wave of magic that shatters the glass in the windows, shards of it slicing the bindings on the curtains so that they flapped freely.

Shocked with awareness, her eyes, deep blue as pure water, roll frantically in her head as she tried to take in everything. Gosh, was this what seeing things was truly like?

Everything was so clear! Vivid with defined features, making one thing from another–

Tall marble columns held up the arched roof, the torchlight casting flickering shadows around the room’s edges, the clipped tiles of mosaics and tattered tapestries hung from the walls –

“Thank Hylia,” she heard the raspy voice breath out, sounding like autumn leaves.

Blinking, her raindrop eyes flickered towards its source.

It was a boy.

Well no, that wasn't right, not quite a boy, but not a man yet either. He had wide hazel eyes in a light tan face, his unruly brown curls coated with ash and blood. He stood at her side, looking at her, pale under a layer of grime.

“W-who?” she asked, whispered, brow furrowed as she tried to recall, to think. She gasped in more air, greedily, the need of anything other than steady qualities foreign to her. She struggled to sit up, and the warmth on her cheek was suddenly at her middle back, helping her.

“I’m Link,” he told her, still wide eyed. Almost wild-eyed. “I was tasked with waking you from your slumber, my lady.”

“My…my slumber?” she repeated, parrot like, enunciating the word carefully. Viciously aware of every speck of dust and the location of every shadow, she kept glancing nervously about the room, expecting something foul to be lingering in the corners.

She found herself reaching for the young man’s – Link’s – hand. Holding on to it tight, when he willingly gave it, helping her to her feet. “How…how long was I sleeping? Where am I?”

She felt a flinch run though his body as he leaned back, shock evident on his slightly Fae features.

"You... don't known?" he fumbled.

She bit her lip, gaze dropping to focus on her hands, his were larger than her own, strong as tree branches, fingertips calloused from holding the many weapons dangling from his belt and pack.

"I know something..." she murmured carefully, hazy memory wafting around her, memories of what happened. "I remember the wizard. My brother. I remember refusing them the Power they sought."

Her vision stung as she recalled it: her older brother warped beyond from all recognition, shouting, cursing -

"Where is it?!"

"I d-don't know! I don't k-know!"

"Liar! He gave it to you! I know he did! Where. Is. It."

She swallowed the memories painfully, before it can consume her.

"I remember enough I know I must thank you," she gasped out, shoulders shaking under the red silk of her ancient bliaut. "T-thank you, H-Hero."

"Hey, no, no," her savior -Link- insisted, shaking his head. Hesitantly, he reached up and brushed away the tears rolling off her white cheeks, the golden triangles still shimmering on his hand. "I'm no Hero. I only did my duty, Princess."

"You saved me," she corrected softly, stepping closer, even as his eyes widen once again.

A gust of dry wind fluttered the curtains around them like the whisper of fairies. She came closer, limpid, soften all the more when his gaze darted away, swallowing.

"You are a real hero."

Determined to sink the message home, she placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. At the last moment, Link moved his head to face hers, more denial ready on his lips when they ended up meeting her own.

Oh.

He tasted like earth and sweat and smoke. And some other strange, boyish thing she couldn’t name. Yet, for all the awkward meeting of teeth, she couldn't say it was bad, for a very first kiss. They still pulled back rather quickly, stunned faces mirroring each other in the swaddling flaps of blue.

"We...we need to leave," Link finally said, voice raspier than before. He swallowed. "We...we need to get you home."

"Home?" she repeated, head tilting in such a way, it almost made him do something stupid. Like kiss her again.

"To the castle -the new castle to the south," Link explained, hurriedly. "Where the royal family live now. Its... your home, Princess. Its where you belong."

"Home," she said again, this time understanding the word, eyes lighting up like campfires with bright, timid hope. She reached out, willingly sliding her hand in his, liking it there. "Yes...please. I want to go home."

*~*

Unbeknownst to either the Awakened Princess or her Hero, the shock wave of magic didn't end within the North Palace, it echoed though the land itself, calling out the location of the Blood to every monster cultist with the means to hear it and the bloodlust to seek it.

So basically all, the tall man reflected lazily. He was a slender figure, his diet of dark magic insuring that his limbs never gain anything resembling flesh. His elongated fingers tapped a calculating pattern on the alter besides him, chains waiting to be fashioned to sacrificial limbs. He peered out from the uppermost level of his tower, the dry wind that proclaimed the Sleeping Princess' release billowing his black robes with divine purpose.

Shuddering with the enticement of a neophyte, he fingered the sharpest of his holy instruments, the one that he would use bleed the young Hero dry. Ah, the lad had proven a worth quarry, in the four years since he cast down Lord Ganon. He had dodged capture and destiny with a nimbleness that spoke of a fierce will to live. A refusal to surrender.

It was commendable, one had to admit. And the High Priest of Ganon fully intended to reward the youth with a memorable death.

#linked universe #lu #loz #lu hyrule #lu aurora #ao3 #my fic #adventure of link

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trashpidgeon48 · 1 year ago

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Sweeney Todd PJO AU

The two wolves fighting for dominance in my brain right now are Sweeney Todd and Percy Jackson. So I have a Sweeney Todd PJO AU that's been cooking in my brain for a while. I'm gonna share some of the basics of the AU cause the actual plot isn't plotting in my brain.

Benjamin Barker, son of Hades, comes to Camp Half-Blood. He basically gets slotted into Percy's place.

Lucy, daughter of Aphrodite, gets slotted into Annabeth's place. In this AU Luke and Thalia and most of the secondary characters are still the same but Pirelli takes Clarisse's place.

Eleanor Lovett (I don't care that Lovett is her married name we're just leaving it), daughter of Hermes, gets put in Grover's place but some stuff gets shifted around because she's not a satyr. She wasn't directly searching for Ben, she goes to Yancy when not at camp half-blood and a lot of other things from the other books that I have some ideas about. But the AU really doesn't take place during the actual book timeline so ignore it.

The other big thing is imagine the HOO books didn't happen, Camp Half-Blood and Jupiter have a tenuous relationship but don't really interact and have even more of a hella rivalry. Big effects on the world-building but I don't have the energy to re-read the books and world build. So this will not affect the plot.

Anyway, these three are the saviours of Camp Half-Blood but the camp is especially fond of Lucy and Ben. They fall in love and make the gods pay their child support. Camp Half-Blood is so much safer because of them, demigods actually live to adulthood and shit. So they live long enough to have Johanna. But these two are still questing demi-gods so one day Lucy and Ben get sent on a quest. But they don't come back. Leaving Nellie and the camp to effectively raise Johanna.

Johanna becomes a badass second generation demi-god while Nellie helps work the camp, its her full time job at this point, at some point she dreamed of traveling or working in the regular world but she couldn't leave without Lucy and Ben. Toby is also a child of Hermes but he's an orphan whose parents got killed in a monster attack so he is full-time and treats Nellie like a mom.

But one day Anthony, a child of Poseidon, comes to camp. After a series of really fucked dreams he ends up stumbling onto the oracle and gets assigned a quest to find Ben and Lucy who are apparently alive despite being deemed dead for 15 years. Johanna and Toby end up going with Anthony along with Nellie as an assigned chaperone, because camp is safer now and minors can't go on quests by themselves.

That's where I have it right now, I have a couple more ideas but that's the gist. I know that Judge and the Beadle are probably primordial monsters who are behind their disappearance. But I'm bad at plotting especially with such heavy world-building and mythology research needed to make a quest.

If anyone has any ideas please share!

#sweeney todd #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #nellie lovett #johanna barker #tobias ragg #anthony hope #fanfiction #au

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halonicheart · 2 years ago

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Endymion Nightbough hails from the Black Shroud and loathes Gridania with nearly his entire being. The sad irony of the matter is he often is required to be in said place for extended periods of time. It was his own fault really, he knew exactly what he was going to have to deal with upon joining the Lancer's Guild. It wasn't a choice he made on a whim, mind you. Despite the foul taste Gridania left in his mouth, he wished for change or at the very least encourage others to take the neccesary steps for a better city-state. Endymion was no fool, he is not under the impression that his deeds alone can make a substantial dent. Regardless, it's one he is willing to work towards.

Endymion joined the guild with the intent of one day become it's leader. The guild was already terribly scarce of other Duskwights, the numbers thinning by the day. He can't say he blames any one of them for leaving, were he not dedicated to his cause he may have up and left himself. His sense of duty was both a vice and a virtue. Truth be told, he really isn’t fond of his guild mates. The kind enough ones kept him at a polite distance and the rest… well, they certainly had a lot to say about his stiff demeanor when they thought he couldn’t hear them. Worse yet, the same lot that spit in on his name seemed hellsbent on trying to monopolize his spare time under the claim of bonding. He humors it, even when he really shouldn’t. When push comes to shove and tragedy strikes, Endymion ultimately resigns from the guild. He sets out on a journey, to think over what he truly wants in life.

Prior to quitting the guild, Ywain had bestowed him a mission to assist an Ishgardian friend by the name of Alberic. Endymion was never one to truly abandon a task, but as he no longer felt fit for the role- he could not in good conscience go through with assisting Ser Alberic. “Fret not, I have no intentions to leave you high and dry. I have someone more than capable of the job… if you are willing to listen.” He knew well that Lovette Vairemont wanted to see Ishgard, and this may be a necessary step closer to that dream. While Ywain was more than willing to entrust the matter to her, he trusted Endymion’s judgment as well as his work ethic, Lovette herself was reluctant. She wasn’t a true member of the guild, but with some gentler encouragement from Endymion, she agrees. “You’re terribly kind behind that glare of yours!” She had told him.

Despite Endymion’s standoffish nature, once he has warmed up he’s a staunch ally to have in your court. As per his Duskwight heritage, found family is just as important- if not more important than blood family. Even if all odds seemed to be stacked against you, Endymion is the type of man who would still vouch for you. Time and time again he did as much for the likes of Dorian Netherfell, who took far too much pleasure in running with the wild rumors surrounding his mysterious origin. Odd as he is, Endymion knows he’s a good man at the end of the day. Unfortunately for him, Dorian has taken a liking to playfully annoying him any chance he gets… it could be worse, he supposes.

Despite not being a “Warrior of Light” as well being most certainly echoless, Endymion’s part in the heroes journey is nothing to scoff at. The very first of his deeds ends up crossing paths with some familiar faces amongst Saint Coinach’s Find. Were you to tell him that would be entering the Crystal Tower with old and new friends alike, he would not believe you.

#cadaverous creations #Endymion Nightbough #I may edit this later I’m not super pleased with it but also it’s just a-#character intro #I’m also unsure if Endymion will rejoin the lancers guild #I wanted that for him originally but I’m on the fence now #dunno if I wanna go the scion route for him either even tho he does end up working alongside them #anyways elves #I guess #I feel the need to specify while I am very not fond of gridania I don’t hate it with my whole chest #every city state has its….. not so great points to put it nicely #it’s mainly the fact it’s not addressed or acknowledged at all that bugs the shit outta me

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