#mer!arthur au

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Commission made for @zaharya for her fic, go check it out it’s amazing! ✨

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WANNA HEAR THIS BATSHIT INSANE AU I CAME uP WITH A COUPLE DAYS AGO?!!

no? TOO BAD! I recently learned about the existence of THESE motherfuckers and my first thought when I saw them was “HOLY SHIT THEY LOOK LIKE AUDREY 2!” They’re called Predatory Tunicates, here ya go

Also I forgot their name briefly and searched up “Transparent crinoid that looks like a venus fly trap” and discovered that the Venus fly trap anenome exists, so maybe that could also be Twoey, either or this isn’t a complete au. 

ANyways, so a little before that my brain made ANOTHER connection between Little SHop Of Horrors and marine biology was that dolphins will sometimes beat up pufferfish simply to get high off their venom, aND IF THAT ISN’T EXACTLY WHAT ORIN SCRIVELLO WOULD DO AS A MERMAN THEN I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS!!! (yes, I am aware that Cleaner wrasses also exist, but the difference is that they’re supposed to be good at dentistry and they can’t just go around inflicting pain for funsies because if they do, they’ll get eaten so a dolphin was just more fitting) Also, should Orin be a bottlenose or an Orca? because both of them enjoy tormenting other sea creatures beyond what’s necessary for survival and Orcas are a type of dolphin and the black and white color scheme would be fitting, but I also fon’t know if Orcas can get high off pufferfish venom

Update: research still inconclusive, I’m just gonna say that in this AU where mermaids are real and crinoids make Faustian power bargains, that yes, Orcas can get high off pufferfish venom

With that part out of the way, I guess Seymour should be a pufferfish, and I’m imagining that he just sits there and lets Orin bite him until he ODs on tetrodotoxin instead of nitrous oxide. Alternatively, I could imagine him being a shrimp, would be really funny if somehow a shrimp managed to kill an orca, plus there could be some symbolism or whatever with the size of any given merfolk showing their status, IDK I’m just spitballing.

Mr. Mushnik is gonna be a crab, Because he’s basically already Mr. Krabs, the connection was too obvious.

I actually don’t know what species Audrey would be in this AU, I was maybe thinking Angelfish? 

Somehow, I decided to get Arthur Denton involved here just because I remembered that one Drawfee bit about the Kinky Christmas Carp and I just decided that Arthur is gonna be carp SOLELY as a reference to that

The muses are gonna be human Marine researchers who aren’t getting involved in the drama, but do have cameras set up on the ocean floor and commentate over everything they see in song form

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Master post for Mer!Danny as reincarnated Arthur Curry Junior/ Aquaman’s son.

Someone please name this AU something better

Working title (thanks to everyone helping with that!) Lost but not Forgotten, aka You Gotta be Squidding Me

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Origin Here

Danny Wakes Up here

Topo-napping here

Topo-napping pt2 here

Skulker Skulks here

Skulker and Sampson Here

Sampson Sanctioned Kidnapping Here

Skulker, Unwilling Hospital Translator Here

[larluce]

AU where Merlin is Arthur's familiar

Firstly, for everyone that doesn't know, in European folklore of the medieval and early modern periods, familiars were believed to be supernatural entities or spiritual guardians that would protect or assist witches and cunning folk in their practice of magic. They're almost always represented as some kind of animal, like a cat or a bird, sometimes a demon.

So, having that cleared up, how would Merlin be a familiar and how would he be Arthur's familiar of all people when Arthur isn't a sorcerer?

That's the thing, in this AU a group of evil druids or sorcerers find out about Merlin's identity earlier and his whereabouts while he is still in Ealdor. Not wanting Emry's magic to be under the command of some prophesied king and desiring that power to themselves, they kidnapped him and make a ritual to turn him into a familiar (a merlin especifically). They also erase his memory so Merlin doesn't remember he was ever human. Just when they where about to bond the bird to the sorcerer/druid leader to have Emrys magic under their command, Merlin manages to escape. He doesn't know who he is or where to go, he just knows he has to go far away from there.

Somehow, probably through his run away ordeal, familiar Merlin ends up in Camelot's castle, with an injured wing. He's chirping in pain when the young prince finds him in his yard.

Arthur: (covering his ears) Why are you making so much noise? Shut up! (looking closely) Wait! you're hurt? (picks him up carefully) I think your wing is broken. (Merlin chirps louder) Alright, alright! I'll find help. (runs as fast as he can) Gaius! Gaius!

The court physician bandages the bird's wing, but he can't take care of it due to his work, so Arthur does it. He makes a place for the bird in his room and feeds it. He tries to not get attached to it knowing the bird will have to return to its natural environment as soon as it recovers. However, after the bird's wing is healed, it doesn't want to leave, not matter how many times Arthur frees it in the forest, it always comes back, so finally Arthur decides to keep it. He has a bit of a fight with his father, because he never let Arthur have a pet, but after the bird protects the prince of a witch that was in disguise by stinging her eyes out, the king finally allows the prince to keep it. The prince, very happy, brings the bird to his chambers.

Arthur: (with Merlin in his forearm) Now the you're oficially my pet- (the bird chirps in protest) Well, my, eh... animal companion? (the bird deadpans) We'll work on that later. The point is, I should probably give you a name. (the bird moves its wings, excited) What about...bird? (the bird shakes it's head) Yeah, I've been calling you that from the start, so no. hmmm. What about falcon? Gaius says you're a falcon, though you're too small to be one, honestly. (the bird chirps, offended). I should just call you falcon or little falcon. No, it's still too long. Lil' falc? No. hmmmm. I think Gaius said you were a especific kind of falcon? How was it? Mar... Mer...Merloni? Merlon... Merlin! That was it. I'll call you Merlin.

Without knowing, Arthur just finished the last step of the ritual: naming the familiar, and with that, becoming the familiar's master. When the bond is created, a flash of light blinds him and, suddenly, the bird is replaced by a boy, who now is sitting on him, while he's spread on the floor.

Arthur: (looking up, shocked) What the fu-

Merlin: (looking down, confused) Arthur! Why are you smaller now? Wait... I can talk? (brings his hand to his face surprised) And I have... hands? Where are my wings? (panicking) Arthur, I lost my wings! And my feathers!(crying)NOOOOO!

Arthur: Merlin? That's.. you? Merlin? Mer...Merlin, shut up! (Merlin stops crying) And get off me! (shoves Merlin aside) How did this happen?

Merlin: You think I know?! Maybe that witch cursed me to be as ugly as you as a revenge for turning her blind. (sobs) My wings, my beautiful wings.

Arthur: (offended) Excuse me? Is not like you were a "handsome" bird either, you poor excuse of a falcon.

Merlin: How would you know, human with so little imagination that names his bird after their species?

After their stupid fight, they go to Gaius, in secret, of course. They can't have the king knowing the prince's bird was cursed. The physician does his investigation and, after Merlin discovers he can turn to his bird form and his human form at will and do some magic stuff, he concludes Merlin is, in fact, a familiar.

Gaius: Incredible! I thought they were a myth. It's said they're spiritual guardians of magic itself and that just the most powerful sorcerers could summond one and tamed them to become even more powerful.

Merlin: No... it can't be. I'm just a bird! I can't be a magical creature! I can't!

Arthur: (Knowing Merlin's scared due to his father laws and believes) Merlin. It's okay.

Merlin: (crying, almost hysterical) NO! I'm not a monster! I swear! I'm not evil!

Arthur: I know. Human, bird or familiar, or whatever, you're a good person. Well, a good being. Nothing is going to change that and nothing is going to happen to you, alright?

Merlin: (calms down) alright (snifs)

Arthur: But we need you to remember. Do you have any memory of you being anything but a bird?

Merlin: No, I've always been a bird. Although... (thoughtful) I don't... remember being a chick before.

Arthur: A what?!

Gaius: He means a baby bird.

Arthur: Oh, right (blushes). I knew that.

Merlin: Yeah, my very first memory is just before I came to Camelot, when... I was trap in a... cage. (he trembles at the memory) There were humans with capes, I think. They said they wanted to... control me, to had me at their mercy. I don't know what they wanted to do with me but I escaped. I thought I wouldn't make it. (with tears in his eyes) I was.. so scared.

Gaius: They must be the sorcerers that summonded you.

Merlin: Great. So not only I'm some magical entity but I'm sorcerer's slave now?

Arthur: (fiercely) You are NOT a slave! You are... ("mine" he is about to say, but stops) your own.

Merlin: (suddenly scared) What if they look for me?!

Arthur: I won't let them take you. I promise.

Gaius: And I don't think you have to worry about being some sorcerer's slave, Merlin. If you were bonded to one, you wouldn't have been able to escape in the first place.

Merlin: That means... (hopeful) I'm free?

Gaius: And in Camelot where magic is forbidden, so you're safer as you can be. You'll just have to keep pretending you're a bird, if that's not a problem with you.

Merlin: I'm completly fine with that.

Arthur: (joyful) And me! (composes himself) I mean, I like him better when he can't talk. (Merlin frowns at him)

Times goes by. At first, Merlin stays in his bird form and tries not to do magic, because, apparently he's been doing magic all this time without knowing (honestly, how was he supposed to know all the things he accidentally broke or dirt in Arthur's room were repaired and cleaned by him? He just thought Arthur has very efficient servants!). But it becomes impossible, not only because not doing magic makes him sick, but Arthur keeps running into danger time and time again, so he has to use magic to protect him. Arthur scolds him everytime he does that, he doesn't want his friend to be discover, but eventually it becomes rutine. Also, Merlin starts to take his human form more and more frecuently, because he needs Arthur to understand him, sometimes to give him a piece of his mind, to warn of some danger he finds out, or simply to cheer him up when he's sad or pass time.

Merlin: Is magic really evil? (he looks at his hands)It doesn't feel evil when I use it.

Arthur: How does it feel to you?

Merlin: It feels like... flying (he smiles and closes his eyes) So natural and beautiful, like the earth under my feet and the wind moving my feathers. And I feel it everywhere, not just inside me, but in every living thing. In every flower that blooms, every pup and chick that is born. Even in you. It's suppose to corrupt you, but instead of feeling wrong, I feel so good and... so alive.

Arthur: (looks at him for a moment, completely in love and then composes himself) I don't believe magic is evil. Not anymore.

Merlin: (open his eyes, surprised) Why's that?

Arthur: At first I thought you were an exception to the rule, but then Morgana-

Merlin: (even more surprised) She told you?!

Arthur: (just as surprised) You knew?!

Merlin: I could feel the magic inside her (he admits, guiltily). I wanted to be wrong. She's one of the kindest human I know, but then I saw her doing magic and... I just couldn't tell you. It wasn't my secret to tell, I'm sorry.

Arthur: It's alright. I understand. (he sighs) She was... so scared, Merlin. She begged not to tell my father, like I could ever do that (he laughs dryly). And she didn't learn magic, she just have it. She didn't even know she was a sorcerer until recently.

Merlin: Oh... (thoughtful) That explains a lot of things.

Arthur: What do you mean?

Merlin: Morgana isn't the only one, I think. Sometimes I fly around and I feel people with magic inside them. Some of them are evil, so I call you, but there are others that just do minor stuff, like healing spells and potions. But there are other too that… don't do magic at all and yet… the magic inside them is so strong. I thought maybe I was seing the potential of magic, but now…

Arthur: (in heavy realisation) So it's true. My father's been killing innocent people all this time.(with tears rolling down his eyes) I've been killing innocent people all this time.

Merlin: (hugging and comforting him) No! Arthur you did nothing wrong. You didn't know.

Arthur: (crying and hugging tightly in return) I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!

Aaaand that's it. I don't know what else could happen. Apart of merthur getting together obviously. There would be a lot of pinning and confused feelings. Arthur first meets Merlin as a bird after all, so accepting he has a crush on his bird friend is not going to be easy. The same goes to Merlin. Lets not talk about when they both discover they're bonded and Arthur could technically control Merlin and use Merlin's magic at his will if he wanted. And I guess at some point the evil sorceress/druids would try to get Merlin back. And then Merlin finding out he was human before and has a mother in ealdor… Damn that's a lot of angst.

Anyways, I still have a couple of fics on going so I don't think I'm going to write this anytime soon... or ever. So if anyone wants to write it feel free to do it. Or just comment any ideas you have for this concept/prompt below so I can keep them in mind if I write it in the end.

EDIT: I DID A PART 2, GUYS!!! -> LINK

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Halbarry Recs: Mermay!

Pearl

Hal takes a dive to prove a point, he doesn't expect what he finds.

Sous l'Océan by 6Starlight6

Bruce et Clark parcourent l'océan, explorant sa beauté. Jusqu'au jour où ils font une bien étrange découverte quelque part dans l'immensité du Pacifique.

(via Google Translate: Bruce and Clark travel the ocean, exploring its beauty. Until the day they make a very strange discovery somewhere in the vastness of the Pacific.)

Just the Two of Us (We Can Make It If We Try) Ch5 by layspotatochipabs (@layspotatochipabs)

mermaidBarry! au Hal and the League travel to Atlantis to help Arthur with something. Although the situation may be grim, he can't wait to see Barry again. They've been separated for too long. And no, Arthur, Hal and the mer aren't dating. At least not yet.

Out of Red and Green: A HalBarry Week Tale Day 6: AU by StyAndTheBunnies

Hal falls from the sky after a rude battle; luckily, he falls into the sea - unluckily, his ring is discharged and he is drowning. /AU where Barry isn't the Flash/ (halbarry week, day 6: strange and weird)

Summer Halbarry Week 2019 Ch6: Peacefully by ceeloilights (@ceeloilights) (warnings in the notes)

Barry saves a brunette from drowning but doesn't seem to want to be saved when he's in danger.

If I missed your favorite, share it so we can all enjoy it too! And here's some other people's gorgeous Mermay art. Happy Mermay!

Pic inspired by Just the Two of Us (We Can Make It If We Try) Ch5 by layspotatochipabs

Halbarry Fic Rec Masterpost

Epilogue (basically straight from the fic):

[puppetmaster13u]

Vibrates. OH you are Speaking My Language.

There definitely is associated meanings with each item, not unlike flower language. Even the type of shell or color of a pearl shows different things. It's all grown with time, spreading from not just them, but to other people in Gotham too.

But oh my god yes, Jason was definitely buried with so many things. Hair braided with such care that is visible even with what each family member chose to give. (God I bet Bruce gave him some of Martha's pearls too)

Jason and Damian deserves to be brothers (and yes, good Mom Talia (she's just also morally complex and was raised in a cult) and he definitely shows tiny Damian how to braid his own hair. (God the image of his casket is- I love it)

Gosh, Jason like, after his Pit dip? He's going to be so startled when he feels Gotham's waters again and ah. His Form is suddenly Much Larger, more like Bruce's size than the tiny guppy he was before. How fun :)

Love the idea of aspects sometimes leaking through in Gotham. It is a very wet and swampy area. Lmao, the idea of them all looking dry outside of the city is great.

PFFT, they can drink through their skin (or that's what it looks like) and that's great for pranking I bet. Bet they've all pulled a no one will ever believe you or a when was the last time you slept.

Mermay Special Prompt 3

“Are you kidding? No one goes to Gotham, that place is like,” Aquaman made a motion with his hand, a not-quite grimace on his face. “Like things should not be living in the water, like it should be impossible, and things should be dead, but they aren’t and it’s like, like the equivalent of an undead apocalypse over there!” 

Bruce rolled his eyes behind his cowl, taking a sip of his coffee as the others continued drinking. Socialize, they said, it’ll be fine they said. Well excuse him, but the waters weren’t that bad. Sure there were always dumped bodies, and chemicals from the rogue attacks, but it was far worse at one point.

One thing he’ll always be relieved for is how the… curse (thank you broken statuette back in the beginning of his vigilante career that fused with the other many curses of Gotham) made the people of Gotham actually care about the waters around them. 

Though also, he couldn’t help but thank anything that might be listening for the fact that the curse only interacted with Gotham waters, because losing legs with any risk of a drop of water would be downright annoying. 

“No dude, you don’t understand, no one goes there for a reason! That shit is horrific- someone saw a big thing with bits of rebar stabbed straight through it and still chased after a big alligator-thing!” Oh. Oh that had been him. Oops. Hopefully his kids didn’t find out about this, but they were probably already on the cameras. Dammnit. 

[beautyconsumer]

so i realized writing a fic in which unpacked trauma is dealt with and is planned to have characterizations closer to canon is gonna be heavy as duck,

so now i gotta write some humor/fluff to balance it, it still gonna have drama because that's how I am so-

Please help me decide what to write alongside the body swap fic

More info on each promt in the cut

The Robins and Bees Talk. Batfam alpha/beta/omega dynamics fluff but with a tint of gender analysis in the form of abo verse, protective batfamily (especially Dick) and jaygrant being horney af

Of Paws and Claws. Fluff, so much fluff and Good Dad Bruce Wayne, pack dynamics and Wilson's drama

Heartbeat Song. Fluff and awkward teeneagers being in love, familiy drama. Self discovery, featuring team cheerleader captain Dick Grayson, theater kid-book nerd Jason. internalized homophobia on Grant's part and so much teeneage awkwardness oh my God. Grant bullies everyone but Jason type of dynamic

Egoist. Jason and Dick teaming up with a recently reconciled Grant and Slade but when they meet Dick and Slade feel tension between Jason and Grant.

At this point Jason and Grant are bitter exes who broke up because Grant fucked up but both still love each other so very much. Slade and Dick are hilariously unaware of this and just think they can't stand each other. In this one Slade actually tries.

Iridiscent tears Mermaid au where Bruce adopts his mer kids. Being a hybrid himself from Martha's side.

Has a heartbreak over Jason leaving (cause Bruce Wayne has abandonment issues). Jason’s species' instincts makes him want to leave for years to mature (a la Jason’s death) Arthur in the one who tells him this.

I'm planning on including Atlantis lore in this one along Gotham type of vibes for the mer lore of the robins. Jason comes back home with a partner, and yes you guessed it, it's Grant. I'd play with a lot of merfolk culture and biology (no mpreg tho lol) but I do plan on giving Jason and Grant kids in this one

Like a bat out of hell 5 times in where Bruce meets his son's boyfriend, he hates him until he doesn't. Comedy, drama and obvs JayGrant

Same Kind of Eyes. In which Grant thinks he's cheating on his very hot and very rich boyfriend Jayce Wayne with the hot, tall, dark and handsome Red Hood. Jason thinks Grant is role playing.

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WIP ask game . .

Oooh, am curious about the - Lighthouse keeper/merman AU

I think Arthur used to care for the lighthouse when Henry was growing up. The whole family would spend summers out there so Henry has fond memories of the island and the house.

I think Arthur disappeared on the journey back to the mainland. Everyone assumes it was a mer attack so Henry should really know better than to trust the one that washes up, weak and wounded, on his shores after a storm.

[dandelionsandderivatives]

Oooh, tell me about Mer Lin and/or The Magician’s Guinea Pig! (your choice)

Someone else asked for The Magician's Guinea Pig, so you get to hear about both!

Mer Lin is the working title for a Tam Lin/Merlin (BBC) crossover. Merlin was a huge guilty pleasure for me and my siblings back when it had just been released, and it's a very weird show because it combines some genuinely cool ideas with some genuinely baffling creative choices (my poor Morgana and her arc). As far as I can tell, the vast majority of fic authors also feel a great love for the characters and a great frustration for the writing, and so there are a ton of very interesting AUs and fix-its and such.

Anyway, about two years ago I was listening to every interpretation of Tam Lin I could get my hands on, and somehow I came up with the idea of doing Tam Lin but in the Merlin universe – and the pun, of course, made the whole project worthwhile. (Sometimes I'm not sure if it's kind of me to subject my readers to my sense of humor, but it's not like they're compelled to keep reading if they don't like it.)

This is, like a lot of Merlin fics, set in an alternate universe where Everything Turned Out Okay, and Merlin and Morgana ended up together. Except everything's not okay; Arthur is on the throne, but everything is slightly off in Camelot. Gwen sews on the same project every day but never seems to finish it; Arthur's knights joust and play chess and never do anything else. And only Morgana seems to remember that they used to have a court sorceror, and that she was married to him. So yes, this is essentially Tam Lin + a sort of time loop (which, now I think about it, is very similar to the one from the first season of Once Upon a Time). The backstory was supposed to be a slow reveal wherein we find out that Camelot has been at war with a magical army for some time. Merlin managed to avert at least some of the danger, but as a consequence he's now magically enslaved to the queen of said army, and he's also lost his memory. Given that he's possibly the most powerful sorceror ever, this is bad news for the world at large. Morgana's the protagonist and is trying to rescue Merlin so that they can break the time loop – which will, of course, happen through faithfulness, as in Tam Lin proper.

I like many things about this idea – for one, I think that fantasy novels based on Tam Lin are almost always great. But I'm actually not sure how well it interacts with the source material. The fun of fanfic, imo, comes from making the source material work with different storylines, characters, themes, etc., and I'm not sure that the canon material adds much to this plotline. It might be better with original characters, but then it might feel uncomfortably similar to Fire and Hemlock.

I do still think the idea has its interesting points – I think the situation is the sort of thing that would have made a good episode of the show, and it fits pretty well into the formula, which goes something like this:

Magical crisis envelopes Camelot

Our protagonists (usually Merlin) have to scramble to figure out how to stop magical crisis

Arthur is oblivious

The crisis is averted by throwing more magic at it

End with Merlin, somehow, having to do some unpleasant menial labour

You'll notice I've innovated by cutting out Step 5 and having Morgana do the investigating in Step 2.

All joking aside, though, I think the real heart of this fic would be the tension and romance between Merlin and Morgana, and the idea that, as in canon, they're the only two together against the world that doesn't acknowledge or understand them. (I think this is maybe where the idea came from originally.) I think one of the issues I'm having with writing it is that a good amount of their tension in canon comes from the fact that their arcs are inverses of each other, and in this AU they would obviously have a different relationship. I'm pretty good at writing yearning, but I don't know if I can write it convincingly enough to make this story feel worthwhile. Maybe it would help if I flipped the roles? But then I think that part of the fun of this is having Merlin, who's generally rescuing everyone else in canon, be the rescue-ee. (It's a fairly popular plot in fanfics, so I'm not the only one who likes it.)

Anyway, this is one story idea that has a very cool vibe in my head, but I'm not sure it's enough to build a story on. I do like the fact that I haven't seen quite this plot in Merlin fic before, and I think it would be possible to set up some cool echoes of canon (in that Morgana would essentially be doing the same thing Merlin did in the earlier seasons). But I think it needs more justification to be set in this universe.

I still think the name "Mer Lin" is hilarious, though.

[aurevoirmonty]

Aventuriers ?! On pourrait en coller des définitions à cette épithète ! Une chose au moins peut mettre tout le monde d’accord sur ce qui caractérise ce genre de fripouilles célestes : l’aventurier, c’est celui qui repousse les limites.

Les Aventuriers de la Vie, ou les épopées de quelques hurluberlus, certains renommés et d’autres bien plus délaissés par l’histoire. Avec eux, direction les lointaines expéditions et les frénétiques embardées. Au plus loin des continents parsemés de déserts et de jungles, des horizons maritimes et des montagnes au firmament, embarquez-vous avec ces frénétiques forbans, ces toréadors de l’existence, honorant de leurs coups de sabre et de leurs coups de reins la petitesse de nos vies d’homme.

Amateurs de gangsters des limites, de personnages impétueux et de destins grandioses, vous voilà servis !

François-Xavier Consoli, essayiste et journaliste, auteur de l’essai La République contre la France aux Éditions du Verbe Haut, signe son deuxième ouvrage avec cette galerie de destins d’exceptions.

Liste des aventuriers, par ordre d’apparition :

Albert Spaggiari, braquage, cigare et sans haine

Jules Brunet, le vrai dernier samouraï

Richard Francis Burton, gentlemen explorateur

Vincent-Yves Boutin, l’espion de Napoléon

Ungern-Sternberg, l’enragé dieu de la guerre

Démétrios de Pharos, l’opportuniste magnifique

Eustache le moine, le premier des corsaires

Robert Sexé, motard de l’impossible

Jean Bart, l’invincible corsaire

Arthur Cravan, artiste sans œuvre et boxeur des mers

Robert Surcouf, le dernier des corsaires

Jacques Balmat, par delà les sommets

Charles-Louis Du Pin, l’incorrigible colonel

Cizia Zykë, pour l’amour de l’or et ne rien prendre au sérieux

Antoine de Tounens, noble roi d’opérette

[ochoislas]

OFELIA

I

Sobre la linfa negra en que los astros duermen, flota la blanca Ofelia como una azucena; solevada en sus velos, flota muy despacio. En los bosques resuena una lejana cuerna.

Son ya más de mil años que la triste Ofelia discurre, blanco espectro, por el negro río. Son ya más de mil años que su tierna insania murmura su romance al viento vespertino.

Besa el aura sus pechos y en cáliz distiende vastos velos que mece laciamente el agua. El sauce estremecido sobre su hombro llora, la soñadora sien se inclina a espiar la caña.

Suspíranle en redor las rozadas ninfeas. Y tal vez sobresalta en un aliso quieto un nido del que escapa un parvo repeluzno. Los astros de oro vierten su cantar secreto.

II

¡Pálida Ofelia, ay, como un ampo de nieve, niña fuiste a morir, raptada por un río! Un viento que caló de montes de Noruega de aceda libertad te suspiró al oído.

Desconocido soplo, azotando tu pelo, tu genio soñador llenó de extrañas voces; tu atento corazón la Natura escuchaba si el árbol se quejaba, espiraba la noche.

Como inmenso estertor, la voz de los océanos, tu pecho niño hendía, humano y vulnerable; y tal alba de abril un trasojado príncipe, fue a sentarse a tus pies… y calló, pobre orate.

Cielo, Amor, Libertad: ¡fueron sueños de loca! Te fundías en él como nieve en el fuego. Ligaban tu garganta visiones grandiosas… y espantó tu ojo azul el Infinito horrendo.

III

Y refiere el cantor que a la luz de los astros, flores de tu corona vas buscando a tientas… y que ha visto en el agua, acostada en sus velos, flotar la blanca Ofelia, igual que una azucena.

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OPHÉLIE

I

Sur l'onde calme et noire où dorment les étoiles La blanche Ophélia flotte comme un grand lys, Flotte très lentement, couchée en ses longs voiles… — On entend dans les bois lointains des hallalis.

Voici plus de mille ans que la triste Ophélie Passe, fantôme blanc, sur le long fleuve noir ; Voici plus de mille ans que sa douce folie Murmure sa romance à la brise du soir.

Le vent baise ses seins et déploie en corolle Ses grands voiles bercés mollement par les eaux ; Les saules frissonnants pleurent sur son épaule, Sur son grand front rêveur s'inclinent les roseaux.

Les nénuphars froissés soupirent autour d'elle ; Elle éveille parfois, dans un aune qui dort, Quelque nid, d'où s'échappe un petit frisson d'aile : — Un chant mystérieux tombe des astres d'or.

II

Ô pâle Ophélia ! belle comme la neige ! Oui tu mourus, enfant, par un fleuve emporté ! C'est que les vents tombant des grand monts de Norwège T'avaient parlé tout bas de l'âpre liberté ;

C'est qu'un souffle, tordant ta grande chevelure, À ton esprit rêveur portait d'étranges bruits ; Que ton cœur écoutait le chant de la Nature Dans les plaintes de l'arbre et les soupirs des nuits ;

C'est que la voix des mers folles, immense râle, Brisait ton sein d'enfant, trop humain et trop doux ; C'est qu'un matin d'avril, un beau cavalier pâle, Un pauvre fou, s'assit muet à tes genoux !

Ciel ! Amour ! Liberté ! Quel rêve, ô pauvre Folle ! Tu te fondais à lui comme une neige au feu : Tes grandes visions étranglaient ta parole — Et l'Infini terrible effara ton œil bleu !

III

— Et le Poète dit qu'aux rayons des étoiles Tu viens chercher, la nuit, les fleurs que tu cueillis ; Et qu'il a vu sur l'eau, couchée en ses longs voiles, La blanche Ophélia flotter, comme un grand lys.

Arthur Rimbaud

di-versión©ochoislas

[dove-da-birb]

My Vinyl Collection!

*because idk I want to list things; I'll try to include the year it was published as well

Warning LONG LIST that I nearly cried writing because WHY are classical songs SO DAMN LONG?!

The Philadelphia Orchestra with Eugene Ormandy *unknown date

Afternoon of a Faun (Debussy)

Daphnis and Chloe, No. 2 (Ravel)

La Mer (Debussy)

William the Overture [Philadelphia Orchestra with Eugene Ormandy, again] *unknown date

Offenback: Orpheus in the Underworld

Smetana: The Bartered Bride

Thomas: Mignon

Suppe: The Beautiful Galatea

Highlights from the Sleeping Beauty Ballet by Tchaikovsky [Rias Symphony Orchestra, Herbert Charlier] *1957

... it doesn't list the songs ...

Tchaikovsky's Greatest Ballets: Suites from The Nutcracker/Swan Lake [Arthur Fielder/Boston Pops] *unknown date

The Nutcracker

Overture

March

Spanish Dance; Arabian Dance; Chinese Dance; Trepak; Dance of the Mirlitons

Waltz of the Flowers

Dance of the Sugar-Plum Fairy; Coda

Final Waltz

Swan Lake

Waltz

Dance of the Little Swans

Pas de deux

Hungarian Dance

Spanish Dance

Neapolitan Dance

Final Scene

James Last in Concert *unknown date

Side 1

Theme from "Elvira Madigan", Andante from the concert for piano and orchestra no. 21 in C. major, K. 467. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Presto from the symphony no. 7 in A major, Op. 92. Ludwig van Beethoven

Romance for violin and orchestra in F major, Op. 50. Ludwig van Beethoven

Impromptu no. 2 in A flat major, Op. 142. Franz Schubert

Air from the suite no. 3 in D major, BWV 1068. Johann Sebastian Bach

Impromptu no. 3 in G flat major, Op. 90. Franz Schubert

Side 2

Adiago from the sonata "Pathetique" no. 8 in C minor, Op. 13. Ludwig van Beethoven

Slavonic Dance no. 10. Antonín Dvořák

Andante from the violin concerto in E minor, Op. 64 Felix Mendelssohn

Prelude 1 in C major. Johann Sebastian Bach

Andante from the symphony no. 5 in C minor, Op. 67. Ludwig van Beethoven

Ballet Music from "Prince Igor". Alexander Porfiryevich Borodin

April in Paris [The Melachrino Strings and Orchestra with Trio Musette de Paris] *1963

April in Paris

The Song from Moulin Rouge

Autumn Leaves

C'est si bon

J'attendrai

Madelon

La Seine

The Poor People of Paris

Clopin Clopant

Mon manege a moi; I love Paris

In a French Nursery Garden;

Sur le pont D'Avignon; Au claire de la lune; Frere Jacques

La Mer (Beyond the Sea)

The Piano Classics [unknown artists and date, European Import]

Fur Elise [Ludwig van Beethoven]

Impromptu Op. 142 no. 2 [Franz Schubert] Moment musical no. 3

Traumerei from Scenes of Childhood [Robert Schumann] The Prophet Bird from Woodland Scenes

Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 [Frédéric Chopin]

Liebestraum [Franz Liszt]

"Raindrops" Prelude [Frédéric Chopin]

"Tristesse" Etude [Frédéric Chopin]

Barcarolle [Frédéric Chopin]

Clair de Lune [Claude DeBussy]

A Piano Invitation to the Dance [Ann Schein] *unknown date

Weber-Tausig: Invitation to the Dance, Opus 65

Medtner: Danza Festiva, Opus 38

Halffter: Dance of the Shepherdess (Danza de la Pastora)

Bartok: Roumanian Folk Dances

Bizet-Rachmaninoff: Minute from "L'Arlesienne"

Chopin: Waltz in D flat major, Opus 64, no. 1 ("Minute) | Mazurka is A flat major, Opus 59, no. 2 | Mazurka in F sharp minor, Opus 59, no. 3 | Polonaise Fantaisie in A flat major, Opus 61

Sander Van Marion: Improvisaties op het orgel in de Evangelisch Lutherse Kerk, Den Haag *unknown date (realized this was religious after further inspection, oh well, it's organ??? music)

PS. 72 ,,Laat Ons De Grote Naam Bezingen"

,,Als Stormen Woeden"

,,Loof De Koning, Heel Mijn Wezen"

,,Heer Van Uw Kerk"

,,Komt Laat Ons Voortgaan Kinderen"

,,O Hoogt" En Diepte Looft Nu God"

PS. 25 ,,Here, Maak Mij Uwe Wegen Door Uw Woord En Geest Bekend"

,,Alle Volken, Looft De Here"

,,Jezus Ga Ons Voor"

,,Neem Heer Mijn Beide Handen"

,,Wat De Toekomst Brenge Moget"

Lawrence Welk Polkas *unknown date

Hoop-dee-doo

Barroom polka

Julida polka

Dakota polka

Laughing polka

Emilia polka

Tinker polka

Kit Kat polka

Chopsticks polka

Russian Folk Songs [assorted choruses] *circa Soviet Russia

The stage coach is racing [Vot mchitsa pochtovaya]

Through the village [Vdol dyerevni]

Oh, my sweetheart [Ekh ty, duschechka]

The week [Nyedyelya]

The shades of night are falling [Noch uzh nastupayet]

Along the dusty road [Po pylnoy doroge]

Vanya can't sleep [Vanye nochenku nye spitsa]

In the Zhiguli hills [V Zhigulyakh]

The wide steppes [Shirokiye styepi]

Oh, you mists [Oi, tumany moyi]

Moravian polka [Moravskaya polka]

The chain-gang [Kolodniki]

@krenenbaker

[kabbal]

36 pour Arthur/Venec pleaaase? 💜

36 - As a Promise

En Aquitaine, même l’hiver est doux. La glace qui recouvre les eaux se brise aisément et les cœurs font pareil, prêts à couler en ruisseaux une fois le printemps venu.

Vénec sait qu’Arthur est promis à un autre destin. Il n’est pas fait pour les bateaux, les épices et les vents – n’était même pas à sa place dans cette villa périclitante à Rome, où Vénec l’a recousu tant bien que mal avec plus de désespoir que d’habileté. Arthur est une légende, un homme immortalisé dans la gloire et le parchemin. Ils écriront des lais et des romans sur son retour en Bretagne, et pas un octosyllabe ne sera alloué au marchand de mauvais aloi qui l’aura désiré plus que raison.

Qu’on ne lui fasse pas dire ce qu’il n’a pas dit : l’amertume ne vient pas de la question d’avoir été aimé en retour ou pas. De ça, Vénec a toujours été certain, autant que du cycle des marées ou de la hausse du prix du grain. Non, le passé est fixé dans des étreintes désespérées et des mots échangés autour de lampes à huile, irrétractables. Vénec a été chéri, il le sait.

Il sait, cependant, qu’il ne pourra pas l’être éternellement.

Leur amour est à mettre entre parenthèses : une histoire qui ne devait pas durer, mais a subsisté tout de même, comme une herbe folle qu’on oublie de couper parce qu’elle ne gêne pas assez les semailles de pousses plus utiles. Vénec a aimé un roi pendant plus de dix ans, au travers de fuites à travers les mers et de mois passés à embrasser la noirceur de l’humain sur les lèvres, et il n’a jamais trouvé de raison d’arrêter ; du moins, pas avant ce jour d’hiver, aux portes du domaine ducal en Aquitaine, à attendre le départ d’Arthur et du Duc pour des contrées lointaines.

(Le Duc conduit Arthur en Bretagne. Ils le savent tous, ici, du plus petit garçon de cuisine jusqu’à la Duchesse elle-même. La porte vers laquelle ils se sont rassemblés pointe vers le nord, et le Duc est notoirement têtu sous ses airs affables. Vénec se demande juste si Arthur, lui, le sait.)

Il faut savoir laisser le vent filer, tous les marins le savent. Le trône de Bretagne attend son roi, tout acariâtre et tempétueux qu’il soit. Dans un an ou deux, quand l’économie se sera stabilisée et que sa tête ne sera – il l’espère – plus mise à prix, il y aura peut-être une place pour Vénec là-bas. Mais pas comme avant. Pas comme à Rome, entre les bras de cet homme qu’il doit laisser partir.

Et s’ils ne se revoient jamais, si Arthur échoue ou s’il désire se distancer de mauvaises fréquentations, eh bien, Vénec aura toujours des monnaies bretonnes dans sa bourse pour contempler le faciès de l’homme qu’il a aimé. On peut toujours embrasser des lèvres d’or sur un profil, aussi petites et peu ressemblantes soient-elles.

Pour l’instant, il peut encore admirer son modèle de cher et d’os, alors qu’Arthur s’approche de la porte sur les talons du Duc. Il est vêtu de noir, les cheveux propres, les joues encore rougies par la chaleur du bain ou bien par l’air frais de l’extérieur. Le teint hâlé qu’il avait lorsqu’Alzagar l’a arraché à son wadi s’est estompé – un souvenir de plus destiné à être laissé dans le passé.

« Vous restez ici ? » demande Arthur, et Vénec ne se démonte pas, même s’il ne s’attendait pas vraiment à ce qu’on s’adresse à lui.

« Ouais, on m’a proposé un job dans l’évènementiel ici. Le Duc a gardé de bons souvenirs de mes services, il m’a racheté la mise. » Il salue son nouveau bienfaiteur d’un signe de tête, et se voit récompensé par un gloussement aristocratique.

« Vous vous en tirez pas si mal, finalement, » dit Arthur. Il a l’air moins renfrogné. Les vieilles tendresses sont comme les blessures – elles se rappellent à nous quand on presse dessus. Vénec se demande si c’est ce qu’il est, maintenant, pour Arthur : un brin de nostalgie incarné. « C’est votre paiement pour avoir poussé cette cage à travers la moitié du monde connu. »

« Sa Grâce est généreuse comme ça. »

Ses flatteries font sourire Arthur, même alors qu’elles ne lui sont pas adressées. « Au risque de vous submerger sous la générosité, j’ai envie de vous laisser un petit quelque chose, moi aussi. »

Ses mains viennent chercher le menton de Vénec, et malgré la lenteur de son geste, il arrive quand même à être surpris quand le baiser arrive.

Arthur l’embrasse, et tout d’un coup Vénec n’est plus le larron à la barbe grise que le temps l’a vu devenir. D’un coup, il est sur une plage, le cœur battant, tentant de sauver un homme qui n’est pas encore tout pour lui mais finira par le devenir. Les lèvres qui se posent sur les siennes sont pourtant sages, la passion transpirant dans la longueur plutôt que dans la pression.

Le parfum de sa barbe et ses cheveux ramène Vénec à Rome, aux odeurs de fruits et de vin épicé, à une couchette partagée dans un tabularium délabré. Répondre au baiser lui revient comme un geste appris il y a longtemps mais jamais oublié.

Vénec sait qu’il ne pourra pas démêler les fils que cet homme a noué autour de sa poitrine, et que seuls ses étreintes semblent être capable de relâcher.

Un raclement de gorge amusé, probablement celui du Duc, vient mettre un terme à l’étreinte. Vénec est plus peiné par cette interruption qu’il ne l’avait été par celle d’Alzagar il y a tout ce temps, en mer rouge.

« Vous viendrez me voir, quand vous aurez fini ici ? » demande Arthur, son pouce encore occupé à tracer des cercles dans les poils argentés de la barbe de Vénec. « Vous connaissez le chemin, après tout. »

« Je ne pense pas que vous aurez besoin de moi, là où vous allez. » Il faut qu’il comprenne. Il faut qu’il sache – le chemin qu’il va prendre ne va pas vers le wadi, mais vers un château lugubre qui fut l’écrin de sa perte et sera, si tout se passe bien, celui de son apothéose.

« Je crois que j’aurai toujours besoin de vous, Vénec. » Cette tendresse, toujours, insoutenable. « Où que j’aille, j’aurai toujours besoin de vous. »

Les dieux – quels qu’ils soient, Vénec a toujours été du genre à prier à tous les autels – sont injustes de lui avoir permis d’avoir cet homme, juste pour le lui arracher après. « J’vous promet de passer, » dit-il, et il espère, pour une fois, ne pas mentir en murmurant ce serment.

[starshifter]

All the additional notes I wrote for myself for 'my hopes the wind done scattered' that are too amusing/potentially interesting for me to just throw them away. Think of it as bonus material. Very messily formatted bonus material

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Honestly, the idea for this came from a list of prompts for malevolent mermay 2023. Sadly, I had not yet heard of this fandom at that time so im paticipating late ok …and without any mers. I do not control the way prompts get interpreted. I just write. Sometimes. (the prompt in question was leviathan)

Yes I’m aware canon KIY is probs around 11 ft but I’m making him better ok. It’s what he deserves

Look, Cthulhu is like a mile tall and he’s (probably) Hastur’s half brother so why is Hastur so fucking tiny in comparison? No. No, I am fixing this

My first idea for a possible title was Arthur Dreamhouse so that’s a thing

He has his full powers back if he’s fully integrated. Have him fetch Arthur via a dream. Pull him out of a dream about the Pits while sleeping in that little cabin. He can heal Arthur’s legs in the process since this is an Arthur doesn’t flip that coin AU so Kayne hasn’t healed him. (How long has he been in that cabin then? And how bad off is he health wise? You got a lot to fucking fix here Hastur)

This is honestly just Rascal Arthur: the fic. He just doesn't like being told what to do. Haha (i swear kayne brain is contagious)

King tore john out because reintegrating them was changing him and he was scared of what he was becoming, in canon this results in dark world 2: electric boogaloo, in this au he decides being broken is worse

For emotional whiplash, please imagine King walking around like this: https://www.tumblr.com/without-ado/724427056746807296/cutie-pie-of-the-sea-x (if you actually want to know how I was imagining him moving tho, look up videos of feather stars swimming, it’s the closest thing I can compare it to, except he’s not feather star shaped but rather a creature of cloth and shadows and tentacles sort of, depends how much body he’s manifesting on a given plane of reality at any given time)

Schrodinger’s body: It’s there and it isn’t there but you can’t tell which because there’s a yellow cloak in the way

Hint: they are not fingers. The king does not have hands

Me, who has never touched vicuna wool in my life: what if I gave the king some sort of dreamlands vicuna wool equivalent for his cloak? Cue me staring at images of clothes I cant even afford to touch and trying to decide what they would feel like: hmm, it’s probably soft but silken doesnt seem right at all, better not use that word

Arthur gets re-traumatized and then gratuitously pampered: the fic

The King casually failing to mention that the mosaic in the center depicts him. Arthur wasn’t ready for that knowledge yet 😔

The dancers (at least in this fic, i have so many different ideas i want to explore for the dancers) are a bit like living puppets. They were made from the King’s power and they took on some degree of life due to it, but they’re still an extension of his will. So the laughing…. Was just the King laughing cause Arthur is ridiculous and adorable. Also up for debate if they actually looked away or just moved back a bit. What are boundaries to a god?

The dancers are made of a material that can best be described as elastic ceramic. Yes I don't know what that means either but I know in my heart it is true. I also imagine them walking in permanent pointe, because that's how their ankles work. They also have knife fingers. But they were being nice to Arthur so he didn't really notice

My friend pointed out that Arthur could have been using fancy wine as soap and my fucking god y’all I missed a golden opportunity there

It’s not a guest room, Arthur. Arthur, it’s a harem room for artists. Arthur.

The fabric wrapped around Arthur's arm is actually a part of the King's body. His mantle is part of him and the tattered ends of it work like fabric tentacles

And then arthur continues to fail to reconcile john being the king in yellow because wow that boy is stubborn and really needs to believe john is different in order to function. He’ll get there eventually

Athur’s so desperate not to be alone that he’d do anything, accept almost anything, as long as he can keep his loved ones close and alive. Absolutely delicious

I had to actively fight with myself not to put a “big, am I?” joke there at the end. I hope you appreciate my sacrifice

Hastur never actually gave Arthur his name. Dumbass

[miung-dreamer]

What if...

What if Guenièvre ne rentre pas à Kaamelott après sa piqûre de guêpe?

Finalement Merlin est du voyage et en chemin, il arrive à lui rafistoler son pied avec des plantes rares trouvées près d’un petit ruisseau. Elle va beaucoup mieux et n’a pas envie de retrouver l’ambiance du château avec ses parents qui doivent être insupportables sur le trône...

Elle n’arrête pas de se dire qu’Arthur semblait un peu abattu quand elle l’a quitté. Elle ne veut pas qu’il désespère. Puis elle croit que sans la couronne de fleurs sur elle, son mari est potentiellement en danger.

Elle décide de repartir dans l’autre sens au début avec Merlin, puis elle continue sans lui. Elle paye un jeune guide qui l’emmène sur la côte (les jumelles sont probablement là-bas?) : elle y croise leur père, un étrange pêcheur qui parle beaucoup de son fils parti en mer. Elle a de la peine pour lui mais son esprit est occupé par Arthur. Où est-il ? Le pêcheur l’a rencontré ce qui la rassure mais sait seulement qu’il est reparti dans les terres sans savoir vraiment où...

Elle se résigne à repartir chez elle mais elle demande au guide resté à ses côtés s’il peut les faire passer par un autre chemin sûr que celui de la route principale pour Kaamelott. Ils marchent des jours et des jours. La Reine s’inquiète de plus en plus sans comprendre vraiment pourquoi.

Ils tombent sur une troupe de théâtre installé pour l’été et....... Arthur en train de crier “vous voulez le voir en colère le chef de guerre? Vous croyez que vous pouvez le contenir!?!?!?! “

Elle l’appelle dans un cri. Ce n’est pas la première fois qu’elle voit son époux en rogne mais elle sent quelque chose d’étrange dans sa voix. Quelque chose de désespéré comme quelqu’un qui tente de se débattre, de se sauver. En le rejoignant, elle comprend qu’il s’adressait à deux hommes dont un emmitouflé dans une longue cape noire. Instinctivement, elle se place devant son époux comme pour le protéger. Elle est elle-même surprise de sa réaction mais une défiance monte elle vis-à-vis de ces individus.

Arthur est très surpris de la trouver là. Inquiet qu’elle ait pu traverser une partie du pays “seule”, il a une furieuse envie de l’engueuler mais il doit l’avouer. Il est soulagé... tellement soulagé de la revoir. Il ne lui dira pas mais elle lui avait manqué. Arthur est encore plus étonné quand il regarde son guide : celui-ci semble déstabilisé par sa femme. Pire, il y décèle comme une crainte dans ses yeux.

Guenièvre maintient le regard de l’homme en noir. Elle ne comprend pas mais elle n’a pas peur. Pourtant, elle a tendance à être impressionnée par des inconnus et celui-là a une carrure impressionnante. Mais là, non. Elle se tient droite, près de son époux et ne fléchit pas.

L’homme finit par se lever. Il semble ne pas vouloir les approcher. Etrange, pense Arthur. 

Il accepte de partir sur le champs pour les ramener à Kaamelott mais Guenièvre décline la proposition (”j’ai déjà un très bon guide”). Il insiste en prétextant que son mari a déjà payé. Ce à quoi, elle répond “donc il ne vous doit plus rien ! Merci mais on n’a plus besoin de vos services,. Vous pouvez trouver un autre voyageur perdu”. Arthur voit deux volontés s’affronter par le regard : insistant et anxieux pour son guide, inflexible pour sa femme.

Finalement, l’homme en noir s’en va en silence la mine défaite... 

[halbarryweekfeed]

Stars/ Fantasy/SciFi / “I know that if something bad happened to me, you’d be the first one on my side.”

Art:

@itemreceived: Something Bad on Tumblr and Instagram

@cessmaga: Inconvenient Attraction on Tumblr

summersolitudee: Hazards of the Job on Instagram

@chocolateteapotsvis: Something Bad on Tumblr

@candy-san1: Stars on Tumblr and Instagram

Fic (Ao3 users: please tag with Halbarry Week 2023 and use the collection!):

Don't Be Falling In Love As He's Walking Away by UnknownUncut

Playing pretend ends up being more real than anyone had thought.

Entropy (Has Got Nothing on Us) Ch4 by RoboticNebula

Snapshots of Hal and Barry’s life together.

Just the Two of Us (We Can Make It If We Try) Ch5 by layspotatochipabs

mermaidBarry! au Hal and the League travel to Atlantis to help Arthur with something. Although the situation may be grim, he can't wait to see Barry again. They've been separated for too long. And no, Arthur, Hal and the mer aren't dating. At least not yet.

Día 5: Fantasía by HisoNao

Hal esta desesperado por tener alguna especie de contacto del mundo externo que le recuerde que todavía esta vivo, entonces aparece una "damisela" en aprietos frente a su puerta y Hal la considera como una señal del destino.

(Via Google Translate: Hal is desperate for some kind of contact from the outside world to remind him that he is still alive, then a "damsel" in distress appears on his doorstep and Hal regards her as a sign of fate.)

Halbarry Week So Far!

Day 1 Recap

Day 2 Recap

Day 3 Recap