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themousefromfantasyland · 4 years ago

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How the Tooth Fairy Became a Guardian

Extracted from Toothiana, Queen of the Tooth Fairy Armies, third book in the Guardians of Childhood series by William Joyce.

In this series, which served as inspiration for the DreamWorks' Rise of the Guardians, William Joyce managed to create one of the craziest and most epic origin stories for the Tooth Fairy. If I'm not mistaken, in one interview, he himself admitted how crazy it was, and how it was inspired by jungle movies he watched as a kid.

The bookworm bowed and told them, “The story of the Queen of Toothiana lies in volume six of Curious Unexplainables of the East.”

“Of course! I should have remembered that myself,” Ombric said, nodding. “Mr. Qwerty, please enlighten us.” (Ombric, the Wizard,and Qwerty, the literal bookworm, are characters that only appeared in the books)

The Guardians sat around the table while Mr. Qwerty began his tale.

“To know the story of Queen Toothiana,” he said, “you must first hear the tale of the maharaja, his slave Haroom, and the Sisters of Flight.”

“Sisters of Flight?” North interrupted.

“Sisters of Flight,” Mr. Qwerty repeated patiently. The image of a beautiful winged woman appeared on one of Mr. Qwerty’s pages. She was human-size, with long, willowy arms and legs and a heart-shaped face. But her wings were magnificent, and she held a bow and arrow of extraordinary design.

The Sisters of Flight were an immortal race of winged women who ruled the city of Punjam Hy Loo, which sits atop the steepest mountain in the mysterious lands of the Farthest East. An army of noble elephants stood guard at the base of the mountain. No humans were allowed to enter, for the mountain’s jungle was a haven for the beasts of the wild—a place where they could be safe from men and their foolishness.

Toothiana’s father was a human by the name of Haroom. He had been sold at birth into slavery as a companion for a young Indian maharaja. Despite being slave and master, the maharaja and Haroom became great friends. But the maharaja was a silly, vain boy who had his every wish and whim granted. Yet this did not make him happy, for he always wanted more.

Haroom, Toothiana's father

Haroom, who had nothing, wanted nothing and so was very content. Secretly, the maharaja admired his friend for this. For his part, Haroom admired the maharaja for knowing what he wanted—and getting it.

The maharaja loved to hunt and slay all the animals of the wild, and Haroom, who never tired of watching the powerful elegance of wild creatures such as tigers and snow leopards, was an excellent tracker. But he hated to see the animals killed, so when that moment came, he always looked away. As a slave, he could do nothing to stop his master. And so, with Haroom tracking, the maharaja killed one of every beast in his kingdom, lining the palace walls with their heads as trophies. But the one animal the maharaja coveted most continued to elude him.

In the mountain land ruled by the Sisters of Flight, there dwelled one creature that no slave, man, or ruler had ever seen: the flying elephant of Punjam Hy Loo.

The maharaja was determined to do anything to have one for his collection, but every time he tried to force his way up the mountain, the elephant army at its base turned him back. He realized that he must find another way to reach Punjam Hy Loo.

In those ancient times no man had yet discovered the mystery of flight. But after demanding advice from his wizards and soothsayers, the maharaja learned a secret: Children can fly when they dream, and when the Moon shines brightly, their dreams can become so vivid that some of them come true. Sometimes the children remember, but mostly they do not. That is why children sometimes wake up in their parents’ beds without knowing how they got there—they flew!

The wizards told the maharaja a second secret.” At this, Mr. Qwerty lowered his voice, and all the Guardians leaned closer. “The memory of everything that happens to a child is stored in that child’s baby teeth.

And so the maharaja’s wizards gave him an idea: fashion a craft of the lost teeth of children and command it to remember how to fly. The maharaja sent out a decree throughout his kingdom, stating that whenever a child lost a tooth, it must be brought to his palace. His subjects happily complied, and it was not long before he had assembled a craft unlike any other the world had ever known.

Meanwhile, the maharaja ordered Haroom to make an archer’s bow of purest gold and one single ruby-tipped arrow. When the weapon was finished, the maharaja ordered Haroom to join him aboard the craft. Then he said these magic words:

‘Remember,

remember,

the moonlit flights

of magic nights.’

And just as the royal wizards had promised, the craft flew silently through the sky, over the jungle, and past the elephants who guarded Punjam Hy Loo.

They descended from the clouds and flew into the still-sleeping city. In the misty light of dawn, the maharaja could hardly tell where the jungle ended and the city began. But Haroom, used to seeking out tracks, spotted some he had never seen before—tracks that could only belong to the flying elephant, for although they looked similar to a normal elephant’s, his keen eye saw one addition: an extra digit pointing backward, like that of a bird.

It did not take long to find the flying elephant, sleeping in a nest in the low-lying limbs of an enormous jujube tree. The maharaja raised the golden bow and took careful aim. The tip of the ruby arrow glittered in the first rays of morning sunlight. Haroom looked away.

Suddenly, there came an intense, cacophonous alarm, as if every creature of Punjam Hy Loo knew of the maharaja’s murderous intent. Charging down from the towers above came the Sisters of Flight, wings outstretched, with all manner of weapons at the ready—gleaming swords, razor-sharp daggers, fantastical flying spears with wings of their own. It was a sight so beautiful, so terrifying that Haroom and the maharaja froze.

Then the maharaja raised his bow again, this time aiming it at the Sisters of Flight. ‘Look, Haroom, an even greater prize,’ he exclaimed.

In that single moment Haroom’s whole life changed. He knew, for the very first time, what he wanted. He could not bear to see a Sister of Flight harmed. He ordered the maharaja to stop.

The maharaja paid his servant no heed. He let loose the arrow. Haroom blocked it. Its ruby tip pierced his chest, and he crumbled to the ground.

The maharaja stared in shock, then kneeled beside his fallen friend. Weeping, he tried to stop the flow of blood but could not. Haroom was dying.

The Sisters of Flight landed around them. The most beautiful of the sisters, the one the maharaja had meant to kill, approached them. ‘We did not know that any man could be so selfless,’ she said. Her sisters nodded.

With one hand, she grabbed the arrow and plucked it from Haroom’s chest, then kissed her fingertips and gently touched his wound.

Haroom stirred, and his eyes fluttered open. All he could see was the face of the Sister of Flight. And all she could see was the brave and noble Haroom.

He was a slave no more.

She took his hand, and in that instant her wings vanished.

The other sisters lunged toward the maharaja in fury. They raised their swords, and Haroom could see they meant to kill his former master. ‘He will no longer harm you,’ he said. ‘Please, let him go—send him on his way.’

The sisters looked from one to the other, then agreed. But they declared that the maharaja must leave all he brought with him. The golden bow, the ruby-tipped arrow, the flying craft of teeth, and Haroom, his only friend.

‘And one thing more. You must also leave your vanity and cruelty behind so that we can know and understand them.’

The maharaja was heartbroken but agreed.

The flying elephant glided down from his nest, and with his trunk, he touched the maharaja’s forehead, and all the vanity and cruelty went from him.

But once these things were gone, there was little left—the maharaja was as simple as a baby monkey. In fact, he even sprouted a tail and scampered away speaking gibberish, shrinking to the size of an infant.

His vanity and cruelty would never be forgotten—the flying elephant had them now, and an elephant never forgets. As for Haroom and the beautiful Sister of Flight, they were married and lived on in Punjam Hy Loo. Within a year, a child was born. A girl. Selfless like her father. Pure of heart like her mother. She was named Toothiana.

The child of Haroom and Rashmi (for that was Toothiana’s mother’s name) seemed to be a normal mortal child. As there were no other human children living in Punjam Hy Loo, her parents thought it best to raise her among other mortals, and so they settled on the outskirts of a small village at the edge of the jungle. The young girl was well loved and protected and lived a simple, happy life until she was twelve and lost her last baby tooth. That’s when all her troubles began.

“Troubles?” Katherine asked nervously. (Katherine is also another book only character. She is friend of the Guardians and future guardian herself, Mother Goose, guardian of the stories)

“Yes, troubles,” Mr. Qwerty said. “For when she lost her last baby tooth, Toothiana sprouted wings. By the end of this first miraculous day, she could fly with the speed of a bird, darting to the top of the tallest trees to choose the ripest mangoes, papayas, and starfruit for the children of the village. She played with the birds and made friends with the wind.

But while the children delighted in Toothiana’s new skill, the adults of the village were bewildered, even frightened, by this half bird, half girl. Some thought she was an evil spirit and should be killed; others saw ways to use her, as either a freak to be caged and paraded about, or to force her to fly to the palace of the new maharaja and steal his jewels.

Haroom and Rashmi knew that to keep their daughter safe, they would have to pack their few belongings and escape. And so they did, deep into the jungle. The village children, all of whom adored Toothiana, tried to persuade their parents to leave her alone. But it was no use. The grown-ups of the village had gone mad with fear and greed.

They built a large cage, hired the best hunters in the land, and asked them to capture the young girl. Among these was a hunter most mysterious. He spoke not a word and was shrouded from head to foot in tattered cloth stitched together with jungle vines. The villagers were wary of him, and even the other hunters found him peculiar. ‘He knows the jungle better than any of us—it’s as if he’s more a creature than a man,’ they remarked quietly among themselves.

But Haroom and Rashmi were as wily as any hunter. Haroom, knowing everything there was to know about tracking, could disguise their trail so that no one could follow it. And Rashmi, who could converse with any animal, enlisted their aid in confounding the hunters. Tigers, elephants, even giant pythons would intercept the hunters whenever they neared. But the hunters, eager for the riches and fame they’d receive if they caged Toothiana, would not give up.

Rashmi, Toothiana's mother

The children of the village were also determined to thwart the hunters. They defied their parents, sending word to Toothiana and her mother and father again and again whenever the hunters were stalking the jungle. Toothiana, wiser still, hid in the treetops by day, only visiting her parents in the darkest hours of the night.

After weeks of the best hunters in the land failing to capture Toothiana, the cunning villagers became more sly. They secretly followed their children and discovered where Toothiana’s parents were hiding. They left a trail of coins for the hunters to follow. But only one hunter came—the one they almost feared. It was then that the Mysterious Hunter finally spoke. His voice was strange, high-pitched, almost comical, but his words were cold as death. ‘Seize the parents,’ he snarled. ‘Make it known that I will slit their throats if Toothiana does not surrender. That will bring this child of flight out of hiding.’

His plan made sense; the villagers did as he suggested. They attacked Haroom and Rashmi’s camp. With so many against them, the two surrendered without a fight. They had told their clever daughter to never try and help them if they were ever captured.

But the Mysterious Hunter had planned for that. He shouted out to any creature that could hear, ‘The parents of the flying girl will die by dawn if she comes not!’

The creatures of the jungle hurried to warn Toothiana that her parents were doomed if she did not come. Toothiana had never disobeyed her parents, but the thought of them at the dubious mercy of these grown-ups filled her with rage and determination, and she flew straight to her parents’ aid. She dove down from the treetops, ready to kill any who would try to harm her parents.

But Haroom and Rashmi were brave and cunning as well. Haroom, who had never harmed a living creature, was prepared to stop at nothing to prevent his daughter from being enslaved. And Rashmi, like all Sisters of Flight, had been a great warrior. As Toothiana neared, they slashed and fought like beings possessed. Toothiana flickered back and forth, hovering over her mother and father, reaching for them, but she did not have the strength to lift them up over the angry mob. Rashmi thrust a stringed pouch into her daughter’s hands. ‘Keep these to remember us by. Keep these to protect yourself,’ she pleaded to her child.

'Now go!’ commanded her father. ‘GO!’

With a heartrending cry, the winged girl did as her father ordered. She flew away but stopped, unsure of what to do. Her ears filled with the sound of the vengeful mob falling upon her parents.

‘Go!’ shouted her mother.

Toothiana flew wildly and desperately away. And as she went, she screamed from the depths of her soul. It was the scream of two beings: human and animal. It was a scream so pained and fierce that it caused all the villagers who were attacking her parents to go briefly deaf. All except . . . the Mysterious Hunter. He screamed back to Toothiana. His was a scream equally unsettling—a scream of rage and hate that was more animal than human. Toothiana knew in that instant that she had a mortal enemy—one who she must kill or be killed by.

But for now she would grieve. She flew to the highest treetop and huddled deep inside its foliage. She had no tears, only the blank ache of a now-empty life. She rocked back and forth in a trance of disbelief for a full day and night. Then she remembered the pouch her mother had thrust into her hands. Trembling, she opened it. Inside was a small box carved from a single giant ruby. It was covered in feathery patterns, and Toothiana knew that the box had once been the ruby-tipped arrow that had nearly killed her parents. Inside this beautiful box was a cluster of baby teeth and a note:

Our Dearest Girl,

These are the teeth of your childhood. If you have them under your pillow as you sleep, or hold it tightly, you will remember that which you need—a memory of happy days, or of deepest hopes, or even of us in better times.

But one tooth is not yours. It is a tooth of amazing power, and from what being it comes from, we do not know.

Use it only in times of the greatest danger or need.

Your Dearest Parents

Toothiana still did not cry, not even after reading the note. She slept with her baby teeth under her pillow and took solace in the dreams and memories it gave her.

Toothiana stayed in the jungle. She began to hate her wings. Once, she had thought them wondrous things, but now she saw them as the reason for the death of her parents. Her grief and loneliness knew no depths. The creatures of the jungle did what they could to help her, by bringing her food and making her treetop sleeping places as comfortable as possible. The children of the village tried to aid as well, but they now had to be doubly cautious of the village grown-ups.

As for Toothiana, she became more and more convinced that she belonged nowhere—not among the creatures of the jungle and certainly not among the humans of the village. She was alone. When she was at her very saddest, she would take one of her baby teeth from the carved box she always carried in her mother’s pouch she now wore around her neck, and hold it until it revealed its memories.

As the lonely years passed, Toothiana saw that the village children lost much of their innocence and some of their goodness as they grew up. She began to collect their teeth, so that, in the future, she could give them back their childhood memories and remind them of their kindness, just as her own parents had done for her.

Soon the children, not wanting their parents to find out, began to hide their lost teeth under their pillows for Toothiana to find. And she, cheered by this new game of sorts, began in turn to leave behind small bits of treasure she had found in the jungle. A gold nugget here. A sprinkling of sapphire chips there.

But you can imagine the curiosity that is stirred when a five-year-old sits down to breakfast with an uncut ruby in her palm, or when a ten-year-old boy comes to the table with a pocket full of emeralds. Once again the hearts of the grown-ups filled with greed, and it wasn’t long before they forced their children to tell them how they had come upon those treasures. Soon enough they had laid a new trap for Toothiana.

One dark, cloudy night Toothiana flew to the village to make her nightly rounds. A boy named Akela had lost his two front teeth, and Toothiana had a special treasure saved for him: two beautiful uncut diamonds. But as she entered his open window, it wasn’t Akela she found. Instead the Mysterious Hunter leaped toward her. From behind his shroud of rags, she could see the strangest eyes. Close together. Beady. Not entirely human. And cold with hate.

Toothiana’s rage clouded her keen intellect. All she could think was, I must get rid of this . . . thing! But before she could act, a steel door slammed down between her and the Hunter. She glanced around with birdlike quickness. The room was not Akela’s bedroom, but, in fact, a cleverly disguised steel cage.

She was trapped! The villagers cheered as the Hunter hauled away the cage. His platoon of slavelike helpers pulled the wheeled prison away from the villagers and into the jungle. The helpers were as strangely shrouded as the Hunter who commanded them was, and seemed excited by the capture. The children wept, begging their parents to let Toothiana go free. But they would not. The Mysterious Hunter had promised them riches beyond their dreams when he sold Toothiana.

Toothiana flung herself wildly against the cage, like a cornered eagle. But it did no good. The Hunter and his minions traveled swiftly through the night, deeper into the jungle. They knew the creatures of the wild would try to help Toothiana, so they carried the one weapon every animal fears: fire.

Torches were lashed to the roof of Toothiana’s cage. The Mysterious Hunter himself carried the brightest torch of all. The animals kept their distance, but they continued to follow the eerie caravan and keep watch over Toothiana, waiting for a chance to strike.

After days of travel they arrived at the base of the steep mountain of Toothiana’s birthplace—the kingdom of Punjam Hy Loo. The great elephants that guarded the mountain were standing at the ready, shifting back and forth on their massive feet. Toothiana’s jungle friends had warned them that the Mysterious Hunter was headed their way.

The Hunter did not challenge the elephants. He ordered his minions to halt and made no move to attack. Instead, he held his flaming torch aloft. ‘I bring a treasure to the Sisters of Flight and the flying elephant king who dwell in Punjam Hy Loo!’ he shouted into the night sky. The sky was empty; there was no sign of either the winged women who ruled there, or of the flying elephant.

The Hunter called out again. ‘I bring you the half-breed daughter of Haroom and Rashmi.’ At this, an otherworldly sound—like a rustle of trees in the wind—was heard. And indeed wind did begin to blow down from the mountain. It grew stronger and more furious, with gusts that nearly put out the torches.

Toothiana knew instinctually that this wind was sent by the Sisters of Flight and that they did not trust the Hunter. She also knew that it was time to take out the box her parents had left her.

As the winds continued to rise, the Hunter grew increasingly nervous, as did his minions. They began to chatter in the oddest way, not in words, but in sounds.

Then a chorus of voices, all speaking in unison, rang out bright and clear above the howl of the wind: ‘Tell us, Hunter, why cage our child? Where be her father and mother? What trick of men do you bring us? What do you seek, you who seem of men and yet are not?’

The Hunter rocked on his feet, seething with undisguised hate. He held his torch high and stepped forward, leaning into the wind. The elephants raised their trunks but took a step back. Fire was a fearsome thing, even for these mighty beasts.

The Hunter laughed, then threw down his tattered cloak. He was no man at all, but a massive monkey. ‘A maharaja of men I once was,’ he screamed, ‘and by your doing, I am now a king of the monkeys!’ Then his troops dropped their cloaks as well. An array of monkeys revealed themselves, all armed with bows and arrows.

The Monkey King shrieked above the roaring wind, ‘You ask about her parents? Dead! By my doing! What do I seek? Revenge! On all who made me thus!’ Then he threw his torch into the herd of elephants and grabbed a bow and arrow from one of his men. He had it drawn in an instant, aimed directly at Toothiana’s heart.

Before he could let loose the arrow, the wind tripled in strength. Toothiana knew what to do. She held the ruby box tightly in her hand. ‘Mother, Father, help me,’ she whispered furiously, clenching her eyes shut. She pictured them clearly in her mind, letting herself feel the bond they had shared so deeply, letting herself remember how much they had sacrificed for her.

Suddenly, she was no longer in the cage. She was no longer a single entity, but several smaller versions of herself.

Bow drawn, the Monkey King hesitated, bewildered. How can this be? He could not remember the power of love—even though it had been this girl’s father who had loved him best—and his own memories were now fueled only by hate.

So the world turned against him once again.

The Sisters of Flight circled overhead. It was the flapping of their wings that made the great wind. It grew wilder and stranger, like a tornado. Leaves snapped off trees. Dirt swirled like a storm, and the Monkey King’s torch blew out.

Now the only light came from the Moon, and no jungle creature fears that guiding light. In an instant the elephants stampeded forward. Toothiana’s animal friends attacked. Toothiana’s mini-selves charged the Monkey King. The monkey army screamed and ran.

The king tried to grab the Toothianas, but he could not catch them. Then all the fairy-sized selves merged back into a single being. Toothiana was mystified by her new power, but she didn’t think on it. With one hand, she grabbed the Monkey King by the throat. It was as if she now had the strength of a dozen. The Monkey King cried out in terror and pain.

For an instant Toothiana felt the rage within her swell. She would snap his neck and be done with him. But the little box glowed in one hand, and the memory of her parents made her stop. She would not end this monkey man’s life. Let the jungle choose his fate.

So she let him go.

He fell to the ground, and she did not look back as she flew up to join the Sisters of Flight.

As they sped away, Toothiana and her kindred could hear the creatures of the jungle do as they saw fit with the fallen Monkey King. And his cries could be heard all the way to the Moon.

Mr. Qwerty then shut his pages. The tale, as it was written, was done.

#rotg tooth #rotg #rise of guardians #guardians of childhood #william joyce

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bakersstreetirregulars · 3 years ago

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Costume of the Year- Round 1

💫 Hi, everyone! Cream Puff Cookie reporting in for Round 1 of the Costume of the Year Awards! How do you get involved? Easy! Vote for the costume you want, and get 100 Crystals for your first vote in the round! When the timer expires, the votes are counted and the winners move to the next round. We don’t know what happens for the winner, but it might be something good! Then again… Timekeeper didn’t win anything for last December’s Cookie of the Year Award. For fairness, most costumes of the same rarity will be matched in this first round. Legendary Costumes are going to be matched with Super Epic Costumes. We will also highlight the rarities as follows:

Common- 1 -> 0

Rare- 4 -> 0

Epic- 41 -> 24

Super Epic- 43 -> 22

Legendary- 3 -> 2

Cheerleader’s Pillow Fight VS Milk’s Herald of Victory [UNEVEN MATCHUP] (16-84)

Blackberry’s Elegant Respite VS Sour Belt’s Choc’au Latte F/W Collection (36-64)

Princess’s Royal Crown [ROYAL CLUB EXCLUSIVE] VS Snow Sugar’s Aurora Cloak (37-63)

Jujube’s Grand Marshal VS Carrot’s Floral Chef de Cuisine (54-46) [Close one right here, folks!]

Peach’s Garden of Delights VS Ion Cookie Robot’s Red Dread (88-12) [No chance!]

Cheesecake’s Party Royale VS Aloe’s Visitor From The Future (86-14) [Party like no tomorrow!]

Alchemist’s Forbidden Flask VS Mala Sauce’s Unyielding Rook (32-68)

Moonlight’s Blissful Full Moon VS Pomegranate’s Twisted Labyrinth (74-26)

Dr. Wasabi’s Twilight Outlaw [ISLAND OF MEMORIES EXCLUSIVE] VS Matcha’s Witherbark Shaman (18-82)

Roguefort’s Pursuit Of Lost Time VS Dark Enchantress’s Chaos Incarnate [LEGENDARY MATCHUP] (53-47) [What a fierce battle! It’s anyone’s game!]

Fairy’s Brushy Brushy Toothbrush VS Sparkling’s Star Guest (15-85)

Adventurer’s Accidental Host VS Tiger Lily’s Golden Warrior (61-39)

Skating Queen’s The Decisive Day VS Pink Choco’s Ribbity Water Beam (22-78)

Orange’s Summer Parade VS Lilac’s Midsummer Bliss (18-82)

Cinnamon’s Fortuneteller Apprentice VS Plum’s Sky Master (70-30)

Angel’s Voice Of Virtue VS Dr. Wasabi’s Wasabi Overdrive (83-17)

Wizard’s Azure Flame Staff VS Grapefruit’s Phenomenal Stuntmaster (31-69)

Vampire’s Insouciant King VS Night Raven [Wind Archer] (77-23)

Mustard’s Dawn Rebel VS Popping Candy’s Red Carpet Attire (9-91) [Ouch!]

Wind Archer’s Zephyr of Life VS Walnut’s Search For Lost Time [LEGENDARY MATCHUP] (86-14) [Time’s up!]

DJ’s Megastar VS Sandwich’s Midnight Snack [UNEVEN MATCHUP] (58-42)

Herb’s Sage of Ivies VS Sea Fairy’s Luminous Coral (21-79)

Muscle’s Warrior Tyke VS Cherry’s Water Bomb (39-61)

Devil’s Horns Of Gold VS Yogurt Cream’s Midsummer Plentitude (30-70)

Dark Choco’s Young Prince VS Salt’s Revenant Captain (76-24)

Fire Spirit’s Lord Of Flame VS Licorice’s Aberrant Conjurer (58-42) [Can Licorice put this fire out?]

Cream Puff’s Dark Magic Hat VS Ion Cookie Robot’s DinoBot No. 1 (74-26)

Alchemist’s Guileful Queen VS Sovereign Of Darkness [Dark Choco] (69-31)

Pirate’s Sea Overlord VS Shining Glitter’s Superstar Airport Attire (6-94) [OUCH, WHAT A CRUSHING BLOW!]

Sea Fairy’s Dread Trident Of The Abyss VS Roll Cake’s Menace Of The Circuit [LEGENDARY MATCHUP] (90-10) [No contest!]

Pistachio’s Virtuous Knight VS Mint Choco’s Magnificent Symphony [UNEVEN MATCHUP] (28-72)

Cherry Blossom’s Red Equinox VS Peppermint’s Ballad Of The Starry Seas (42-58) [It could go either way!]

Adventurer’s Explorer Tyke VS Gumball’s Water Bazooka (69-31)

Cocoa’s Enchanted Waltz VS Almond’s Commissioner Of Parfaedia (66-34)

Dino-Sour’s Pathfinder VS Squid Ink’s Pirate “Hunter” (20-80)

Fire Spirit’s Lord Of Ash VS Werewolf’s Shadow Lurker (31-69)

Hero’s Dark Force Suit [ISLAND OF MEMORIES EXCLUSIVE] VS Carol’s Picturesque Performer (8-92) [Devastating!]

Guardian Of The Millennial Tree [Wind Archer] VS Marshmallow’s Merry Year’s End March (36-64)

Gingerbrave’s Tuxedo VS Purple Yam’s Champion Of Valor [UNEVEN MATCHUP] (10-90) [No Commons Here!]

Kiwi’s Maverick Of The Circuit VS Chocolate Bonbon’s A.C.i.D F/W Collection (24-76)

White Choco’s Blazing Knight VS Yoga’s Enlightened Bishop [UNEVEN MATCHUP] (74-26)

Ninja’s Yami no Densetsu VS Beet’s Blooming Chef de Partie (47-53) [Beet’s barely hanging on!]

Lemon’s Unlimited Potential VS Pancake’s Unicorn Jammies (26-74)

Whipped Cream’s Night Of Reverie VS Truffle’s Rumorous Collector (51-49) [Practically a tie!]

Wizard’s Arcane Mage VS Rockstar’s Epic Year’s End Concert (40-60) [Too close to call!]

Moonlight’s Alluring Crescent Moon VS Cinnamon’s Jokester Of Hearts (68-32)

Cheerleader’s Crazy Cute Uniform [ISLAND OF MEMORIES EXCLUSIVE] VS Spinach’s Pouch of Wishes (13-87) [Everyone off the Island!]

Moonlight’s Milky Way VS Macaron’s Festive Year’s End Parade (60-40)

💫 …and that’s the bracket! Unfortunately, not every costume was added either due to their limited-time nature, the directors’ inability to find a proper matchup in the brackets, or the costume’s lack of popularity. One example being my “Almost Great Detective”. There was also only one Common costume in the entire bracket: Gingerbrave’s Tuxedo. Staring down Purple Yam, based on a short meeting with him, I would guess he’ll be out in the first round, but who knows? The post’s votes will be updated as needed, and winners will be marked. That’s it! Good luck to everyone in the bracket!

#cookie run #crob #cr ovenbreak #costume of the year

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empireintheair · 6 years ago

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– by chichai@empire –

The blog is coming back to life! We lightweight stepped away from the digital sphere when opening our pop-up shop— it was a lot of work y’all! Now, since we said BRB to having a store, we’re making our way back to giving you content.

And what a way to kick-off our blogging than with womxn empowerment?

On Sunday, February 17, I attended a #feministAF dinner by Haejin Chun.

Um. Our dinner came with a bouquet for every single guest! Brb crying with gratitude

peep the Tagged Textile Tee

Haejin Chun — the culinary artist behind Big Bad Wolf SF— hosted her first-ever womxn-only event titled Big Bad Queens. Upon announcing Big Bad Queens, Haejin referred to it as the “most significant, meaningful, and empowering gathering thus far, or imma die trying.”

Let me tell you…

Homegirl succeeded that and beyond.

Leading up to the night, Haejin set the tone with her IG posts of how her celebration of being Big Bad Queens would be. You knew her and her team poured their hearts in preparing for this gathering.

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Did I make these Pom Poms and mini tassels ? 🙇🏻‍♀️yes. Was it meditative and fun? 🙃 no. Am I a crazy person who has a million things to do before a big dinner with Pom Pom fuzz all over me? Definitely. At least no one can say I don’t care or try hard enough 🤷🏻‍♀️. Vessels for our 1st course: “Ceremonial (medicinal) Tincture.” CBD, manuka honey, aloe vera, tumeric, jujubes, ginger, pineapple, cinnamon. We will start the dinner by pouring each other’s glasses. #communal. The jars are empty for now, bc the ingredients are too expensive just for photos. My goal has been the same since day one: people coming together from all walks of life, vibing. That everyone who sits at my table will be present, filled with joy, and feel like they’re part of something bigger. But most of all I hope they feel special -that I will hold space for them and that I fucking care deeply. Because I do. I’ve never felt more love, more aligned, or more empowered going into a dinner. 💫 #BadAssBossBabes got me feeling a type of way. 🙏🏼 Thank you. Giving it every, single, last drop of who I am and what I can give in one moment. See you Sunday. #foodismedicine #loveisinthedetails #tribevibes #weareallvessels

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“BIG BAD QUEEN” (sold out). 👏🏻EMPOWERED. 👏🏻BLESSED. 👏🏻FEELING IT. . . Another 💃🏻👑 just gave me the greatest compliment I’ve received thus far in life: “You empower other women.” 🔥🙏🏼 And while I’m humbled that might be true, right now I’m feeling pretty empowered by all who are coming. Every one who is gathering for this event is undeniably a FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH. We’re about to give them heaven and hell. #LaurynHill. All bad ass women playlist for our 7-course womxn’s dinner. When’s the last time you were in a room filled with other BIG BAD WOMXN?! Those accumulative vibes, that intentional gathering, unapologetically powerful… This one’s gonna be beyond 💫.#feministaf #sisterhood. Be about it. . . #feministaf #bombesquad #girlswithknives #sfwomen #ladiestothefront #girlgang #femalechef

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I admitted to Haejin prior to the night that the particular reason why I wanted to join was because of a need for inspiring vibes. Her response:

[That’s] exactly why I wanted to do this dinner. Women empowering and inspiring other women.

Because the lead-up alone nourishingly hyped the Queens up, entering the venue felt magical. Womxn gathered glammed-up in their own unique styles; rose was poured alongside the night’s roses; and, as we mingled with each other in the nicely dimmed San Franciscan loft, the first two courses were passed out to give us a teaser of the glorious flavors composed by the Big Bad Wolf.

The two appetizers included a warm and crisp pan-fried savory mochi (mm) and a pine nut purée that felt like a hug from the inside of your belly (not pictured because I ate it right away… same with the second one I ate.) What I also wish I took a photo of was Haejin passing out vapes on a silver platter. I don’t indulge in smoking but, c’mon, look how cute this is ( + bonus points for the organic, local, sustainable shout-out):

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First course: @permanentxholiday. . . Regardless of what happens, who knocks on our door, free swag or not… I have and never will work with products or brands that I’m not feeling. Period. I know it’s a privilege to be so selective; I know I’ve been spoiled AF. But it’s not just business, it’s personal. And I’m not about to put anything subpar in my body or my guest’s. I use organic, local, sustainable ingredients whenever possible. It’s the same for flower. 100% cannabis derived oils and terps (flavoring), a high content of live resin, and non of that toxic filler. Happy to welcome these new friends at our table. That #tangie is YUMMY. 👌🏼✨#cannabiscommunity . . Artwork by Hawaiian artist: @aaronkkai

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Greeting us to our assigned seats was a simple & elegant table setting with our take-home gifts, including osmanthus honey brittle and two sorts of wrapped up flowers, one with our names handwritten.

Once everyone made their way to their seats, Haejin welcomed us with an opening speech about how this dinner is the most meaningful one she put together to-date. She referred to the guest list as powerful and, you know, Big Bad Queens.

She then redirected the floor to Kayko Tamaki for a ceremonial soundbath. Kayko guided us into meditative thoughts of how extraordinary womxnhood is and to honor our connection to ourselves, our bodies, and the earth herself.

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This is Kayko. #Womxn to Womxn, she has given me strength, shared her wisdom, made me feel my own feminine power… I’ve admired her and have been inspired by her on a soulful level for many years now. She’s a healer, activist, #feminist (is an understatement), hypnotherapist, spiritual guide, a well-known figure in the #LGBTQcommunity, POWERFUL and so much more. I’m so honored and humbled to announce that she will be leading us through a pre-dinner ceremony and sound bath … to initiate, welcome, heal, and further unite us during our women’s gathering (however you identify on the spectrum, all are welcome.) I have the chills just thinking about it. @kaykotamaki thank you for being you so unapologetically, so poetically, so beautifully accepting of yourself and others. You are the sister in #sisterhood. 2.17.18. Can’t wait. More about Kayko in my stories. #BadAssBabe

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Then came the feast. And, while indulging, Haejin had one rule. She wanted us to further connect with each other by engaging in one small yet meaningful task: pour each other’s glasses. For the first round, we raised up our ceremonial tincture to drink together.

The night wasn’t only about gathering Big Bad Queens together, it was about filling us with goodness. In Haejin’s welcoming speech, she shared how she did research on foods that are healthy for women’s reproductive systems. Our tastebuds, tummies, and vaginas thank you.

The main courses included: a banchan flight, chicken dumpling, bo ssam, and spicy mussels with soba noodles. From the presentation to the taste and portions, wow. I really don’t know the right words. How about this; every dish made each guest close their eyes and mutter words along the lines of omg… so good…

Last — and definitely not the least — were “double chocolate brownies with toasted hazelnuts, raspberries and dusted with a pink Himalayan matcha salt.” Holy Sh*t. I forreal slumped my head back upon taking the first bite and whispered to my chocolate, “ I didn’t know how much I needed you in my life.” Next thing you know, Haejin catches me and says, “Look at you eating that chocolate like a queen.” I was too betwixt reveling in the chocolate to ask if there were any more.

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Thanks to @katrosereyes, you can relive the dinner with more visuals here:

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“Behind every great woman there’s a shit ton of other dope ass women.” -It’s so fucking true. Beautiful recap of the dinner through the heartfelt perspective of @katrosereyes. I didn’t hire Kathleen. She casually asked me through DM before the dinner if it would be ok if she took some videos at the event, or if that would be disruptive. I had no idea it was gonna be this. 🙏🏼🔥💕. Sunday was the first day we met and she did this completely on her own. I’m just so overwhelmed with everyone’s love, vibes, and womxn to womxn affirmations… empowerment. Strangers becoming friends at our table: our creative energy inspiring/fueling each others… believing in each other’s dreams and valuing each other’s existence. This is why I do what I do, and why it’s so damn important to me. Full throttle FEELZ. I honestly don’t know how I got so lucky, but I’m so thankful for you and for this.

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Thank you to Big Bad Wolf for an extraordinary evening. Days after the dinner, the inspiration from that night’s sisterhood is still keepin’ me feeling revived.

Coming up next on our website: a blog blitz of our time at Moment SJ. Stay tuned and welcome back.

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silvanatrevisani · 2 years ago

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Xuanqing Tiandao

Yang Jiao and Yang Jian looked at each other and smiled. Yang Jiao said to Yang Jian, "Second brother, you should say it first." Yang Jian collected himself and said, "Mother, the boy was accepted as a Xuanqing as his teacher. Isn't he a generation higher than the foolish younger brother?" Yang Jiao was stupefied and immediately said with a smile, "Exactly!"! It seems that in the future, the second younger brother will call him Martial Uncle when he sees the elder brother. Stop laughing, obviously very happy! Yang Jian also pretended to salute and said, "Martial Uncle is here!"! Martial Nephew, be polite! Yang Jiao nodded and said in a deep voice, "Don't be polite,fenugreek saponins, Martial Nephew." Then he took Yang Jian's hands and laughed. Yang Jian also laughed. Laughter spread ten miles, startled the birds in the trees, and the spirit animals seemed to be infected by the laughter, singing in unison! Fairy Yunhua looked kindly at her two sons and looked up at the sky, as if she wanted to see someone. Husband, your soul in heaven can also rest in peace! A drop of tears fell and was blown away by a breeze without leaving a trace! Above the heavenly court, the Jade Emperor said to His Highness and the immortals with an expressionless face, "All the ministers, Yang Jiao and Yang Jian,ghana seed extract, have split the Peach Mountain and violated the law of heaven. Which beloved minister is willing to subdue them in the lower world?" When the immortals heard this, you looked at me, and I looked at you, but I didn't know what to say. Didn't you hear that? The Yang brothers worshipped the sages and learned the way. Although the immortals had some status in heaven, they still had self-knowledge. They knew that the sages could not afford to provoke them, so they had to look at each other! The Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother looked at each other with great calmness in their hearts. Then they pretended to be angry and said, "Could it be that none of the civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty had subdued the evil spirits?"? When have I ever been a wimp in heaven? The words made all the immortals blush. Taibai the Yang brothers. In such a happy situation, the immortals dare not disagree. At the foot of Peach Mountain, stesweet stevia ,jujube seed powder, the three of them moved in their hearts and looked up to the sky at the same time, only to see a fairy falling from thirty-three, with crane hair and childlike face, holding a yellow silk and satin in her hand. Yunhua Fairy recognized that it was Taibai Venus. Taibai Jinxing smiled from a distance and said, "But I want to congratulate Your Highness on the reunion of her family. Congratulations!" Before Fairy Yunhua could speak, Yang Jian took a step forward, lifted his three-pointed, two-edged sword, and shouted at Taibai Jinxing, "Why are you waiting for the celestial beings to come here?"? If you want to press my mother again, you have to ask the magic weapon in my hand! Taibai Venus a Leng, immediately slightly wry smile, helpless in the heart. Fairy Yunhua pulled Yang Jian and said, "My son, don't be position, you have to do something against your will. What's more, what he does is the Lord of the Three Realms, which has a great influence." Fairy Yunhua replied calmly, "Report back to the sage. Yao Ji already knows the difficulties of the Jade Emperor, but in any case, he killed Yao Ji's husband after all, but Yao Ji can't let it go. He is Yao Ji's brother,glucosamine sulfate and chondroitin sulfate, and Yao Ji doesn't want to see him again.". Now that Yao Ji has got my three children, they are all safe and sound. My wish has been fulfilled and I have nothing to worry about. May the sage take pity on me and take Yao Ji in. Since then, Yao Ji has devoted herself to cultivating Taoism and no longer pays attention to the fate of the world! Then Yingying prostrated herself to the ground. prius-biotech.com

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mrs-jughead-jones · 8 years ago

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Masterlist

Jughead Jones x Reader

Sketch

Sketch Part 2

Fort

Unrequited

Unrequited Part 2

Thunderstorm

Cabin

Second Choice

Cheater

Green Sweater

Football Game

Mr. Jealous

Drunk

Advice

Advice Part 2

Mutual

Relax

Elope

Camping

Monopoly

Study

Jujube Jones

Runaway

Drowning

Spray Paint

Fight Night

Grind

Cheerleader

Nowhere to Go

One-Sided

Love

Words

Rivalry

Favor

Camp Counselor

Concussion

Strip Poker

Shoot Me

Memories

Romeo and Juliet

Lies

Ship

Why Him?

Pajamas

Bad Things

Badass

Promise

Casual

Bad Day

Wide Awake

Important

Reunion

Watercolor

Cute

Exhibit

Marry Me

Not Soon Enough

Shot

Junior Prom

Enemies to Lovers

Half-and-Half

The Jock and the Loner

Protective

Together

Interaction

Shy

Sketches and Poems

Seal of Approval

Love on the Brain

Just Us

Magic

Surprise?

Meet the Gang

Bicker

Comfort

They’ll Pay

Directions

Archie Andrews x Reader

Two Can Play

Past Tense

Juggie’s Lil Bro

Birthday Girl

Reggie Mantle x Reader

No Catcalling Allowed

Accidental Discovery

Mine

Bet

Cheryl Blossom x Reader

Only You

Josie McCoy x Reader

Backstage Pass

Kevin Keller x Reader

Secret Admirer

Jason Blossom x Reader

Last Summer

Core Four

Coming Out (x3)

Series

Winchesters in Riverdale: Prologue, Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten (Finale)

Aesthetics (fics)

Winchesters in Riverdale

Backstage Pass

Elope

Grind

Unrequited

Cheerleader

The Jock and the Loner

Green Sweater

Only You

Aesthetics (people)

Jujube Jones

Lily Shryer (Winchester)

Jughead Jones Pt. I

Jason Blossom

Kevin Keller

Veronica Lodge

Cheryl Blossom

Betty Cooper

Young Alice Cooper

The Blossom Twins

Young Fred Andrews

Serpent!Jughead

Witch!Josie, Veronica, Cheryl, and Betty

Jughead Jones Pt. II (Pink Pastel)

Jughead Jones Pt. III (Red)

Jellybean Jones

Josie and the Pussycats

Valerie Brown

Reggie Mantle

FP Jones

Mermaid!Betty with Merman!Jughead and Jason

FP and Jughead Jones

Bright Galaxy Jughead moodboard (Pt. IV)

Serpent!Jones siblings

Plants and Pastel Archie Andrews moodboard

Serpent!Cheryl

Sapphic!Ethel

Cloudy/Ocean Jughead moodboard (Pt. V of Jughead aesthetics)

Prom Queen!Alice

Homeless!Jughead (Pt. VII of Jughead aesthetics)

Pink Pastel moodboard for Cheryl Blossom

Jughead at the Drive-In moodboard (Pt. VIII of Jughead aesthetics)

Dark green Jughead Jones moodboard (Part IX of Jughead aesthetics)

AU where Jughead Jones, Cheryl Blossom, and Sabrina Spellman are Southside Serpents

Hamlet AU with Jughead Jones (Pt. X of Jughead aesthetics)

Serpent! and Witch!Sabrina Spellman

Slytherin! and Female!Jughead

Female!Jughead

Female!Archie

Romantic Jughead moodboard (Pt. XI of Jughead aesthetics)

Serpent!Reggie

Lily Shryer (Winchester) moodboard Pt. II

Serpent!Veronica

Aesthetics (ships)

Jason x Polly

ArchieRonnie

Young FP Jones x Alice Cooper

Jarchie

Beronica

Cheronica

Bughead (Galaxy-themed)

Bughead (Witch/Wizard AU)

Angel!Jarchie

Young Fred x Mary Andrews

Platonic!Jarchie

Bright Colors!Beronica

JugKev

Jarchie with Killer!Jughead x Oblivious!Archie

Serpent!Jarchie

Cherry Red Jarchie

Pastel!Jarchie

Reghead AU where Reggie is a knight and Jughead is his servant

Reggie Mantle x Jason Blossom

Jeryl Cinderella AU

Cheronica AU where Veronica is Catwoman and Cheryl is Poison Ivy

Jason Blossom x Betty Cooper

Dark!Jeryl

Adult!Jarchie

Floral Jarchie moodboard

Serpent!Beronica

Bughead AU where Jughead is Hades and Betty is Persephone

Fluffy!Jeryl

Cuddly Jarchie moodboard

Serpent!Bughead

Bughead on a road trip

Jughead/Reggie/Cheryl

Jeronica and apple picking

Archie Andrews x Cheryl Blossom

Reghead

Reggie Mantle x Cheryl Blossom

Bughead wedding

Reggie Mantle x Betty Cooper

Jeronica

Barchie

Pregnant Bughead

Bughead marriage proposal

Serpent!Jughead x Good Girl!Betty

Sweet Pea x Betty Cooper

Jughead Jones x Sweet Pea

Jughead Jones x Jason Blossom

Midge Klump x Cheryl Blossom

Forest-y Cheronica

Choni

Aesthetics (misc)

Headcanon: Jughead’s favorite movies

‘80s Diner(s)/Rockabilly ft. Jughead Jones

AU where Riverdale’s Reggie meets Archie Comics’ Reggie

AU where Betty is Harley Quinn

Moodboard for Jughead Jones based off of the song “I Wanna Be Yours” by the Arctic Monkeys (Pt. VI of Jughead aesthetics)

Moodboard based off of me

Core Four at the carnival

Archie in love

The Core Four + The Four Seasons

Headcanons

Sleeping Cheryl

Sad Archie

Romantic Veronica

Jughead Living Quarters

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