#peter pan inn

[deadmotelsusa]

Dining rooms at the Peter Pan Inn, 1960s

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The 13 Clocks by James Thurber (1950)

The hands of all thirteen clocks stand still in the gloomy castle on a lonely hill where a wicked Duke lives with his niece, the beautiful Princess Saralinda. The Duke fancies he has frozen time, for he is afraid that one day a Prince may come and win away the hand of the Princess—the only warm hand in the castle. To thwart that fate, he sets impossible tasks for Saralinda’s suitors. But when the bold Prince Zorn of Zorna arrives, disguised as a wandering minstrel, and helped by the enigmatic Golux, the cold Duke may at last have met his match.

The Edge Chronicles by John Stewart and Chris Riddell (1998-2019)

Fourteen-year-old Quint Verginix is the only remaining son of famous sky-pirate Wind Jackal. He and his father have journeyed to the city of Sanctaphrax – a great floating rock, bound to the ground below by a chain, its inhabitants living with their heads literally in the clouds.

But the city hides a dangerous secret: deep inside the great rock, something horrible lurks. With his father away, Quint may be the only one who can save Sanctaphrax from the dreaded curse of the gloamglozer . . .

The Wandering Inn by Pirateaba (2018-present)

“No killing Goblins.”

So reads the sign outside of The Wandering Inn, a small building run by a young woman named Erin Solstice. She serves pasta with sausage, blue fruit juice, and dead acid flies on request. And she comes from another world. Ours.

It’s a bad day when Erin finds herself transported to a fantastical world and nearly gets eaten by a Dragon. She doesn’t belong in a place where monster attacks are a fact of life, and where Humans are one species among many. But she must adapt to her new life. Or die.

In a dangerous world where magic is real and people can level up and gain classes, Erin Solstice must battle somewhat evil Goblins, deadly Rock Crabs, and hungry [Necromancers]. She is no warrior, no mage. Erin Solstice runs an inn.

She’s an [Innkeeper].

The Moorchild by Eloise Jarvis McGraw (1996)

Half moorfolk and half human, and unable to shape-shift or disappear at will, Moql threatens the safety of the Band. So the Folk banish her and send her to live among humans as a changeling. Named Saaski by the couple for whose real baby she was swapped, she grows up taunted and feared by the villagers for being different, and is comfortable only on the moor, playing strange music on her bagpipes.

As Saaski grows up, memories from her forgotten past with the Folks slowly emerge. But so do emotions from her human side, and she begins to realizethe terrible wrong the Folk have done to the humans she calls Da and Mumma. She is determined to restore their child to them, even if it means a dangerous return to the world that has already rejected her once.

Peter Pan in Scarlet by Geraldine McCaughrean (2006)

In August 2004 the Special Trustees of Great Ormond Street Children's Hospital, who hold the copyright in Peter Pan, launched a worldwide search for a writer to create a sequel to J. M. Barrie's timeless masterpiece. Renowned and multi award-winning English author Geraldine McCaughrean won the honor to write this official sequel, Peter Pan in Scarlet. Illustrated by Scott M. Fischer and set in the 1930s, Peter Pan in Scarlet takes readers flying back to Neverland in an adventure filled with tension, danger, and swashbuckling derring-do

The Many Deaths of Laila Starr by Ram V. (2022)

Humanity is on the verge of discovering immortality. As a result, the avatar of Death is cast down to Earth to live a mortal life in Mumbai as twenty-something Laila Starr. Struggling with her newfound mortality, Laila has found a way to be placed in the time and place where the creator of immortality will be born. Will Laila take her chance to stop mankind from permanently altering the cycle of life, or will death really become a thing of the past?

Wishing Chair by Enid Blyton (1937-2000)

Once Mollie and Peter have discovered the Wishing-Chair, their lives are full of adventure. It takes them to all sorts of magical places, from the giant's castle where they rescue Chinky the Pixie, to the amazing party at Magician Greatheart's castle.

Die by Kieron Gillan (2018-2020)

DIE is a pitch-black fantasy where a group of forty-something adults have to deal with the returning unearthly horror they barely survived as teenage role-players.

Poison by Chris Wooding (2003)

Poison has always been a willful, contrary girl, prone to being argumentative and stubborn. So when she discovers that her younger sister has been abducted by the phaeries, she decides to seek out the Phaerie Lord to get her back.

But finding the Phaerie Lord is just the start of it. By leaving home, Poison steps into a murderous world of intrigue and danger, where the Lords of the Realm, a sinister pantheon of demigods, are conspiring to overthrow the Hierophant- the most powerful lord of all. For the Hierophant is writing again, and his pen will decide all their fates... including Poison's.

With only her wits and her friends to aid her, Poison must survive the lethal attentions of the Phaerie Lord, rescue her sister, and thwart a plot that could mean the end of her people. What awaits her is beyond anything she can imagine.

Deeplight by Francis Hardinge (2019)

The gods are dead. Decades ago, they turned on one another and tore each other apart. Nobody knows why. But are they really gone forever?

When 15-year-old Hark finds the still-beating heart of a terrifying deity, he risks everything to keep it out of the hands of smugglers, military scientists, and a secret fanatical cult so that he can use it to save the life of his best friend, Jelt. But with the heart, Jelt gradually and eerily transforms. How long should Hark stay loyal to his friend when he’s becoming a monster—and what is Hark willing to sacrifice to save him?

[hoisthecolors]

⠀⠀🏴‍☠️ : ﹙ 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒂̃𝒐 𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑯𝒐𝒐𝒌 ﹚

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another.

، ≀ ﹙ IDADE, PRONOMES ﹚⠀╱ Idade desconhecida, pronomes masculinos. ، ≀ ﹙CONTO, LOCALIDADE ﹚⠀╱ Peter Pan, Terra do Nunca. ، ≀ ﹙HOBBY ﹚⠀╱ Ser cervejeiro, aprendendo a fazer a cerveja do zero. ، ≀ ﹙PROFISSÃO ﹚⠀╱ Dono do bar The Hooked Inn.

⠀⠀، ≀⠀Entendimento de sua vida

Killian James Jones se chamava a criança-não-órfã, mas abandonada, que vivia no orfanato desde que se entendia por gente. Antes mesmo de ser introduzido à Terra do Nunca, anteriormente ele era um jovemzinho que nunca soube dos prazeres da vida por falta de privilégios. No entanto, desde cedo teve a companhia de uma amiga para preencher o vazio de sua rotina. Killian era secretamente apaixonado por ela, mas nunca chegou a ser reciprocado, ou pelo menos achava que não, e isso nunca mudou por uns anos quando ela foi adotada e sumiu de sua vida. Por um ano, foi difícil adaptar-se, tanto é que a personalidade foi mudando drasticamente pouco a pouco, apesar da fixação nunca ter sumido. Depois de encontrar seu tutor pirata que o levou para uma vida de fantasia e sonhos (que nunca seriam realizados), Killian assumiu após algum tempo a alcunha de Capitão, tornando-se dono de seu próprio navio pouco depois, bem como também de sua tripulação, seus fiéis colegas que o acompanhavam para viagens longas e aventuras eletrizantes. No entanto, a cada ano, o Jones visitava aquela mesma cidade, ia naquele mesmo lugar e em cada canto procurava por sua mini-querida, até que anos depois se cansou e sua vida se resumiu a balbúrdia de um pirata qualquer, para que, em seguida, virasse Capitão James. Dentre uma de suas experiências piratas, podia-se dizer que o desejo por ouro aumentou à medida que conquistava terras e alianças. Porém, nas suas viagens os bens eram divididos de tal forma que todos saíam ganhando - e o pior defeito do ser humano é querer mais do que pode carregar nas mãos... Talvez saquear a tribo asteca proeminente de uma ilha não foi a melhor das ideias, principalmente quando um de seus tripulantes, um recém-chegado e mais jovem, roubou o ouro proibido do templo esquecido e o escondeu dentro do Jolly Roger. O ato infeliz não só condenou a ele como a toda tripulação, pois, em certa noite, sob a luz da lua, todos foram transformados em esqueletos pútridos. Aquela havia sido a sentença do roubo, ferindo a cultura de um povo e, assim, amaldiçoando-os a uma vida imortal, sem prazeres, sem descanso. Seriam condenados a vagar pelos oceanos para sempre, a menos que o ouro fosse devolvido. O problema era que o mesmo homem que roubara tudo, havia fugido e levado consigo o tesouro. Ninguém sabe o paradeiro dele, tampouco do ouro, e, portanto, fadados a viver assim. As coisas começaram a mudar quando James escutou a história de um garoto que nunca envelhecia e vivia em um outro lugar de dimensão diferente. Aquela seria uma chance para anularem o que lhes reservava, por isso, quando encontraram Peter Pan, o Capitão confiou a ele não somente a sua vida como a de sua tripulação. Tal decisão seria sua ruína, mas o que poderia fazer? A "criança" era mais esperta que ele. Na Terra do Nunca permaneceu, esqueceu como era seu próprio nome originalmente e a última vez que viu seu reflexo no espelho, era uma pessoa totalmente diferente - congelado no tempo e com um gancho no lugar de sua mão. Não estava preso aos oceanos, não mais, porém, acostumou-se com o movimento das águas. Apesar disso, a maldição ainda parecia agir neles de uma forma diferente, transformando a tripulação do Jolly Roger em esqueletos sob a luz da lua onde quer que estivessem.

⠀⠀، ≀⠀Presente momento com relação aos Perdidos

Ele não liga muito para o que está acontecendo, mas, acredita que essas mudanças vão trazer dor de cabeça aos mocinhos - o que é ótimo para Gancho, pois ele adora uma desgracinha. Com os perdidos de seu conto, ele espera que as coisas causem ainda mais e não se importa o suficiente que as coisas em sua história irão mudar. De toda forma, ao que parece, ele sempre sai perdendo de algum jeito, por isso o resultado não aparenta alterar em nada.

[exhaustedpirate]

i'm your dead girl walking

if you recognise the title, welcome to my heathers the musical brainrot! the song definitely influenced this absolute smut fest of a fic but there is a very fluffy ending! one day i'll learn to just give you smut but today is not that day! i give my heart to @belovedcreation for her amazing support and beta services for this fic, you're the best, babe!!

rated E | 8127 words also on AO3

summary: Regina manages to delay Peter Pan's curse for a few hours during which she spends time with Henry. Emma, having spent quality time with her family, decides to spend time with another equally special person. With only 6 hours until she is separated from Killian what else better to do than get "freaky"?!

Storybrooke’s Main Street was empty. All lights were turned off and the only source of light was the full moon. It was both eerie and peaceful, knowing what was to come.

Pan was defeated. Rumplestilskin was dead. There was a curse coming.

Emma sighed in the quiet night. Maybe she should be used to it, this impending doom every year, but really, who could? 

According to Regina, the curse would hit at dawn. She was glad for the extra time Regina gave them, time to say goodbye, time to just be together. After that, Henry and Emma were off to an adventure of their own and they would be separated from their family.

Right, there was no getting used to that. 

But now, with her parents asleep, Henry at Regina’s and everyone else making use of their last hours in the modern world, Emma felt restless. They had had a nice dinner at Granny’s, drank, and talked. There had been no tears, no frowns, no goodbyes. 

But he had been there, sitting in the furthest corner of the counter. He had shared a drink with David, smiled at something Granny told him. Had spoken to Neal, hugged him. Had looked at her, watched her and turned away when she looked back. And yet, no word to her.

Well, if that’s how he was going to play it then- Emma sighed again, interrupting her own thoughts. They had 6 hours before their whole lives would be disrupted, before they were all separated once more. 

Fuck it.

It was easy to reroute her wandering path. Before she knew it, Emma had stopped in front of Granny’s inn, her foot hovering over the first step. There was a faint light coming from the door, just like it had been two years ago when she first arrived in town. Walking through that door would be like proclaiming to the whole town what she intended to do and that was a mood killer.

Taking a step back, she saw one more light on. It was just as faint but it was on the second level and she could feel it, deep in her gut, that that was the window she was looking for. Emma took a deep breath as she looked up at it. Was she really about to do what she thought she was about to do?

Was she drunk enough for this? She could still feel that last drop of liquid courage in her stomach but really all that walking had sobered her up. Hopefully it was enough to give her that push. And really, it was a wonder she didn’t fall to her death as she climbed the trellis on the back wall, her only goal that faint light in the window. If she was thinking of anything but her destination, she would have laughed at how she wasn’t climbing with him but to him this time.

The window was locked because of course it was but she could see him lying in the bed with his back on the headboard, a beat-up book open with one hand, his hooked arm over his thigh. Hook was the picture of relaxation, his billowing black shirt unbuttoned, black leather trousers and bare feet on the bed. He really was making use of Granny’s offer of modernity on their last night in town.

It was now or never. Later she should have a chat with Granny about how easy it was to snap the window lock but it boded well for her tonight. Before she took a breath, Emma was stumbling into the room with an incredible lack of grace. 

“Swan.” As she fumbled to stand up, she watched Hook put down his book unhurriedly. “What are you doing in my room?”

“Shh.” She brought a finger up to her lips as she fumbled to remove her boots. “There’s only a few hours until everything goes to shit.” She took a mental picture of the amused and confused smirk twitching his lips as she approached the bed. “Now is the perfect time for you to give me that ‘fun’ you promised.” His eyebrow hitched before the other joined in shock when she straddled his lap. “Or was that all talk?” His book was thrown to the floor in a flash, his eyes never leaving hers.

“No,” Hook answered quickly. “I just didn’t think-”

“It’s like I said,” Emma interrupted. “We understand each other. This world is really unfair so I say we make it beautiful here.” Leaning over him, she placed her hands on his shoulders.

She saw lust, desire, confusion, sadness, affection in his eyes and that should have made her run out of that room. But how could she when this was what she wanted most? His hand found her hip and she deserved an award for keeping it together at the touch of his strong, warm hand. “What do you say?” She urged.

“That works for m-” 

Not wanting to waste any more time, she pressed her mouth against his just like she did in Neverland. And just like in that jungle, it only took a second for Hook to reciprocate the kiss, his mouth opening under her ministrations and giving just as good as she gave. His hand left her hip to thread into her hair while hers gripped his shoulders tighter, before she moved them down his shirt. 

She had never seen him so undressed before, not even in the sweltering heat of Neverland. Her fingers found the open parting of his shirt and felt the surprisingly soft chest hair underneath. His responding moan to her touch had her hand clench in his chest, a wave of arousal wafting over her. His lips left hers and for a split second she was going to complain before she felt his lips on her jaw, on her neck, by her ear. Her mouth opened in silent pleasure as she felt his hand on the small of her back pressing her closer to him. Her hands were trapped between their chests but she wasn’t complaining.

His lips found her ear and she gasped at the feel of his teeth nibbling her earlobe before his tongue soothed the sensitive skin. A moan escaped her lips as her nails dug into his chest, his skin warm under her touch and making him gasp against her skin. Pulling away enough to free her hands but not so much as to stop his ministrations, she slipped her hands inside his shirt and began to slide it down his arms. 

His hand left her back to completely remove his shirt and throw it god knows where. Without the distraction of his lips or her anxiety at starting this tryst, she took her time to look at his chest, her hands absent-mindedly following the path of her eyes. She took in his strong build, the muscles originated from hard work while at sea, his dark chest hair and the way it led down to a treasure she was excited to plunder tonight. 

“Looked your fill?” Her eyes wandered up slowly to where he was watching her with interest, his lips red and full from the kisses they shared, his cheeks pink. 

“Nope,” she answered, watching as his eyes widened in surprise before crossing her arms in front of her and pulling up her sweater and undershirt in one go. Boy, was she glad to have left her coat at home. She threw it behind her without looking, focused instead on the way his eyes took the same path her eyes had. His gaze felt like a touch and her skin broke into goosebumps at the thought. “Have you?”

He shook his head slowly as his hand ghosted its way up her back. She arched at the soft touch and she could swear his eyes darkened at the sight of her chest so close to his face. Before she could straighten her posture, she felt him pull her to him and then his mouth was on her collarbones, on her shoulders, on her chest, on the curve of her breast, pressing open mouth kisses on her bare skin. She fumbled behind her to unlatch her bra, removing it without disturbing his excellent work. She keened loudly when his lips latched onto her nipple, tongue lashing relentlessly and causing her to grind slowly against his lap.

She felt his responding groan against her flesh and his impressive erection between her legs. Her whole body lit up like the freaking fourth of July, her hands grabbed onto his head to keep him where she wanted him, to keep his talented mouth on her breasts. She had heard rumors of women orgasming just from this and thought them liars but this man was making her believe.

His hand, redundant in keeping her close to him, moved down her bare back until it reached the waist of her jeans. She wondered if he even knew what jeans were, if she should say something, if she should help him. All thoughts vanished from her head when he pressed his thumb hard against the ridge of her jeans, right on top of her aching clit. Was there like a clit magnet in that man’s finger? Her loud moan silenced any other noise.

With his left arm around her waist, his mouth on her other nipple and his thumb causing friction against her clit, she was almost sure that she was about to come like this. But there was something missing, and it wasn’t the way his teeth nibbled her flesh.

Her hands left his head and without the pull, he unlatched his mouth from her breast, looking up at her with dazed eyes and heavy breath. God, she wanted to commit that face to memory, engrave it in her brain. On instinct, she fused their mouths together, her nibbling on his lower lip just as he had done on her breast. He whimpered under her attention and, regrettably, his hand stopped moving. But that was probably for the best because it gave her the clarity of mind to reach for the button and zipper of her jeans.

“Emma…”

The way he moaned her name against her lips drew a shiver up her spine, her skin trembling in anticipation. With a last kiss to his swollen lips, she pulled away from his lap, sitting perpendicular to him on the right side of the bed. Glancing at his face, she saw the worry on his brow and the fear mixed with the lust in his eyes. But she couldn’t look at him any longer if she wanted to get out of these jeans. After a short struggle, she managed to peel the denim off her as well as her socks. Maybe she should be more concerned over where her clothes were going to end up but really, looking up to see the dark gaze of a plundering pirate just made everything else disappear.

Gone was the worry and fear, there was only desire in his eyes. Her mouth was parted as she breathed heavily and she leaned back on her hands, leaving her chest prominently out and vulnerable to his intense gaze. His hand landed on her ankle where it had landed on his lap, his thumb rubbing on her skin and causing goosebumps to rise up. Seemingly fascinated with her response, he moved his hand up her leg slowly before stopping on her thigh. His thumb reached the inside of her thigh and began to massage it carefully. An unexpected moan left her lips and she opened her legs wanting more of his touch and wanting it where she craved it most.

Swift as a cat, she blinked to find him on his knees between her legs, his eyes never leaving her underwear-clad center. His hand continued its upward motion on her leg, stopping at the apex of her thigh. His gaze met hers and his thumb met her clit, rubbing it in a slow circular motion. She moaned, throwing back her head. His thumb pressed firmly and she found her moans silenced by his desperate lips. 

“You’re so wet, Emma,” he whispered against her lips, his thumb circling softly while his fingers quested to her center. Her hips stuttered under his touch. “Can I taste you?”

His desperate question had her letting out a quiet moan before nodding her head. Her head was full of fantasies of what his touch and kisses merely hinted at. He hooked his finger and metal substitute on her underwear, the cold of the appendage causing her skin to tremble. She raised her hips to allow him to remove them and he surprised her by placing a kiss above her clit, a small hint of what was to come, his breathy chuckle making her shiver as it hit her skin.

She couldn’t stop looking at him, couldn’t stop watching the way he kept his eyes on her center, on his focused frown, on his adoring lips. Damn, why hadn’t she done this before?

She watched as he laid down between her legs, as he raised her hips to place his arms underneath her ass, as his eyes darkened when her folds opened under his gaze. She watched as he lowered his head and yet still let out a gasping moan when he dragged his tongue from her center to her clit, wrapping his lips around it just as he had done with her nipples.

“You make the most delicious sounds, love,” he murmured and she felt the vibrations against her center making her thighs tremble. 

“Please.” She begged quietly, unused to the feeling but knowing that there was nothing else she wanted to do. She begged for his touch, for his mouth, for him. “Please, Killian.”

She felt his eyes on her before, with a loud moan, his tongue returned to her aching center, flicking over her clit and taking her breath away, her hands grasping for his head, tangling in his hair. His hand grabbed onto her ass cheek, bringing her as closer to him as he could, kissing her below as he had up top. And what a talented mouth that man has.

“Say it again,” he asked desperately against her before his tongue flattened against her clit and wiggled.

She wasn’t even sure what he wanted or had enough breath to ask but when she cried out, “Fuck, Killian,” it must have been the right answer. Suddenly, he raised to his knees, bringing her hips up with him, keeping her against his mouth. Her legs fell over each of his shoulders and his arms wrapped around her waist. Fumbling to grab onto the sheets, onto something, she settled in for a loud ride. His mouth was relentless against her cunt, licking against her clit, penetrating her with his tongue. Her moans were ringing in her ears but all she cared about was how she could keep his mouth against her forever. When his lips wrapped around her clit once more and sucked, everything shattered around her, back arching as she called out his name in her climax.

Her breathing was heavy, her legs turned to jelly and she didn’t even know how she was going to move after that. His hand and hook gently lowered her to the bed and she brought her hands to her hair, trying to get a hold of her breathing. Damn.

“Alright, Swan?”

His voice caught her attention and she opened her eyes to watch him looking down at her, his eyes burning with desire, beard glistening, chest heaving and hand shifting his cock over his tight trousers. That vision caused a fresh wave of arousal to pool at her center. 

Fuck. 

She must have said it out loud because his hand tightened and his lips parted in a quiet gasp. Drunk on the way he was watching her, Emma lowered her hands down her chest, passing across her nipples. The short contact had her biting her lip as it sent a spark down her body. His eyes followed her hands as she slowly ran them down her belly to stop at the top of her thighs. His tongue passed through his lower lip and he closed his eyes in a hum. 

The realization that he had likely tasted her in his lips had her circling her clit with her right pointer finger. He opened his eyes and she bit out a gasp at the way his pupils dilated at the sight of her pleasuring herself in front of him. Without taking his eyes off her circling finger, he unlaced his barely laced trousers, his cock springing out thick and hard. He took hold of it, his fist tightening around his base, and her mouth went dry. 

Two of her fingers slid easily inside her and she delighted in the way his head tilted and his teeth dug into his lower lip. She brought them out to circle her clit and back inside a few times, with the same rhythm he ran his hand up and down on his cock. Satisfied with how much of her fluids she managed to accumulate on her fingers, she sat up under his watchful eyes. 

Carefully bringing her fingers to his face, she smirked with the way he dutifully opened his mouth to welcome them. Her mouth parted as she breathed in sharply at the way he sucked and ran his tongue between them, cleaning all evidence of her arousal off of her fingers. Seemingly satisfied with his work, he released his hold on them but not before nibbling on her digits. 

Biting her lip, she manhandled him until he was sitting back against the headboard. His eyes widened and his brow furrowed in confusion but, as she began to pull on his trousers, he bit his lip in excitement and lifted his hips to help her.

“Damn trousers,” she muttered in impatience under his amused grin.

“Never heard you complaining before.” 

She rolled her eyes and his whole face lit up in mirth. Wanting to stop his amusement and proud that she had finally removed the leather, she ran her tongue across the length of him. His teasing stopped as he let out a guttural moan, his hand clenching into a fist where it rested on his lap. She grinned victorious as she took hold of his shaft to bring his tip into her eager mouth and sucked.

“Fuck.” 

She preened under his unveiled pleasure, moving her hair over her shoulder, licked into his slit and moaned at the way his hand dug into the back of her neck. She took him further into her mouth and felt his hand clench in response. Taking hold of his wrist to urge him to take that control he so wanted, she relaxed her jaw and slowly lowered her head. He gasped and she felt him pull on her hair, inching her closer and closer to the base of his cock and she groaned in pleasure around him. She could feel herself getting wetter as she took more and more of him until her nose ghosted over his hip bone.

She felt him quickly pull her away from him and her bottom lip jutted out in an instinctive pout. She wanted more, needed more. He grinned over his heavy breathing and ran his thumb over her lower lip. She licked its tip and his grin widened. 

“I’m afraid I would spend myself in your lovely mouth if you kept going.”

She rubbed her thighs together at the image he made appear in her head and she pinpointed the moment he noticed by the glint in his eyes. Maybe next time. 

But there wouldn’t be a next time, would it? 

She could feel her spiraling thoughts get out of control and before they could ruin this next, her last night, she straddled his hips, a knee on either side of him. Before he could take his next breath, she slanted her mouth over his, letting the feel of his mouth and her lingering taste in his tongue overwrite any thoughts that weren’t about him and his talented mouth.

Her hips ground against his length, slathering it with her arousal, and his hand left her head to take hold of her ass, fingers tightening against her flesh and urging her to keep moving her hips over him. She moved her lips over his scruffy jaw, his mouth free to encourage her with his heavy breathing and quiet moans, until she carefully bit into his earlobe.

“Killian,” she whispered, receiving a louder moan in return, her hand running down his chest until she felt his tip on her fingers. “I need it hard.” 

As she bit more firmly in the flesh behind his ear, she raised her hips and lowered herself onto him. He entered her fully, taking away her breath and making her arch her back in one swift move. His moan was echoed in hers as she felt his left arm wrap around her waist to keep her close.

She tried to control her breathing, her body adjusting to his length, to the wonderful feeling of being connected to him. She joined their foreheads with a satisfied sigh and moved her hips in a tentative thrust. The feel of him inside her had them moaning in unison and she wanted nothing more than to hear that sound over and over again. Grasping onto his shoulders, she raised her hips until only his tip rested inside her.

“Tonight, I’m yours,” he whispered against her lips, his hand returning to the side of her neck, his left arm still heavy around her waist.

Tonight, she was his. 

She slammed her hips down on his and didn’t wait before she raised them again. Her movements were helped by his returning grip to her hip, urging to move as fast as she wanted, to take as much as she needed. He gave her control and she took it, moving up and down in his lap, taking her pleasure. She buried her face against his neck, her moans silenced against his skin, thighs trembling as she felt her orgasm build up. 

His thumb against her clit had her tumbling down into her climax, her back arching and head thrown back in a loud moan of his name. With a growl, she found herself on her back, his still hard length deep inside her and his mouth on her neck bringing her back to the present. 

She dug her fingers through his hair, keeping him against her skin, his almost imperceptible thrusts along with his hardworking lips preparing her for another round. Never had it been like this. She pulled his head up to look at her, wanting to look into his eyes, wanting to see his face when he came. She ran her thumb over his swollen bottom lip like he had done before and felt the rush of affection mirrored in his eyes overtake her.

“Make me forget,” She pleaded, her eyes reflecting the anxiety and panic she wanted to push away. All she wanted was to forget that soon, she would have to leave this town behind. She would have to forget her family; she would have to watch the only people who had ever wanted her disappear.

His hand trailed from her shoulder down and up to her wrist. He moved one of her hands away from his neck so he could kiss her palm, a kiss she felt all over her eager body, before he placed her arm more firmly around his neck. Knowing what he wanted from her, she moved her own arm, holding her own hand behind his neck. His lips ticked up in a small smile and he urged her to wrap her legs around his waist.

She let out a gasp when he shifted his hips adjusting his position. He smirked before he planted a lingering kiss on her lips. “As you wish, Emma.” The sound of her name washed over her and lit up the smoldering fire inside her.

Her moan was loud and deep at the way he began to thrust against her, a slow, deep grind made to fan the fire into a hot blaze. His chest rubbed against her nipples and her breath quickened. She could feel the hum inside her telling her that this orgasm would be just as good as the others, even if he just kept that touch, that speed.

To her displeasure, he stilled his hips and moved his chest away. Her nails dug into his back, desperate to keep him there, desperate for the release. She whined, opening her eyes to complain but fell silent when she saw his wrecked expression, his mirrored desperation.

Waiting, feeling the buzz of expectation under her skin, she watched as he took a deep steadying breath. She watched as he kneeled on the bed, his thighs glued to hers. Her hands fell to the bed as he straightened up, fisting the sheets at the look of hunger in his eyes. He ran the side of his hook down her thigh, the sensation making her bite her lip and moan when the tip rubbed carefully over her nipple. So lost in pleasure, she barely noticed when he maneuvered her legs until they were straightened against his chest. His hook left her breast so he could lift her hips up off the bed and slide a pillow under her ass, aligning them perfectly. 

Without warning, he reared his hips before slamming against her causing her to scream out. “Oh, fuck!” His lips pulled into a dirty grin, she could feel every inch of him inside her and, unable to gain any traction, all she could do was hang on for the delightful ride.

With unrivaled gusto, he slammed his hips again and again, the sounds of slapping skin, of his heavy breathing, of her loud moans, filling the room. The world around them vanished, all that existed was him and her, his touch, his moans and groans, her whimpers and shouts, his skin, her skin, them. 

The speed at which her orgasm hit her should have surprised her but he felt so good and filled her up so well that she was more surprised that it had taken that long. She clenched around him and his hips stuttered before he threw his head back, the veins in his neck straining with his restraint.

“Come, Killian,” she begged, needing to feel him, needing to see him. “Come for me.”

As if he had only been waiting for her order, his deep groan preceded the twitching of his cock inside her as he spilled his release. The feel of him filling her drew out her orgasm, making her feel so full, so right, so complete. His grip on her legs loosened as he came down from his high and, no longer restrained, she let them drop to the bed on either side of him. Grabbing his wrists, she eased him down on top of her until his warm body covered every inch of her, his head nestled on her chest. She ran her fingers through his hair as they took control of their breathing, as she felt him soften inside her, as their bodies cooled down, unrushed.

Her fingers drifted onto his back, running up and down the light welts of scars she could feel, the marks of his long life, of his difficult life. She felt him placing chaste kisses on her skin as his breathing returned to normal. He touched on her own scars with those gifted lips, touched on the scars of her loneliness, her abandonment, and created another, a deep cut down her chest, and cauterizing it with the warmth of his breath. Her sigh was deep and satisfied as she cupped his head. His teeth nibbled on her stomach and she let out a breathy chuckle that he returned.

“I hope you weren’t thinking of sleeping tonight,” she warned, his mouth on her keeping the fire inside her alive. “It’s not morning yet.”

He hummed a denial, the vibration against her nipple making her bite her lip. “With you in my bed? Not bloody likely.”

Her laugh turned into a moan as he sucked a mark on her breast, her nails digging into his shoulders. His hum of pleasure guided her into dragging her nails down his back, likely leaving red marks in her way. Still inside her, she felt his cock twitch. Interesting.

Taking hold of his hair and pulling his face to hers, she took a mental note of their mutual enjoyment of hair pulling and landed a smacking kiss on his lips. She pulled away to find him grinning at her, his eyes soft under the blaze of renewed desire. She clenched around him, drawing a hiss out of him and a grin from her.

“I need to go to the bathroom but-” She gestured with her head before pushing against his chest and against her will, causing him to slip out of her. He moved away slowly, reluctantly until they were both sitting on the bed. She pulled him to her for a dirty kiss, swallowing his moan with her lips. “Get yourself ready for me, won’t you?” Her innocent question was accompanied by a not-so-innocent drag on her nails over his hip bone, his responding moan feeding her growing arousal.

He nodded dazedly, watching her under hooded eyes as she slipped out of bed. She turned around to step to the bathroom, stopping when she felt the swat of his hand on her ass. She looked over her shoulder to see him settling down on the bed with a poor imitation of an innocent smile. She rolled her eyes to mask her smile before carrying on her way.

When she exited the bathroom, she found him still splayed on the bed watching for her return, his hand moving slowly up and down his half-hard shaft. Leaning against the doorway, she saw his cock twitch under her interested gaze, her hand moving up her body. Under his wicked grin, she sauntered to the bed, settling into his inviting lap, kissing the smile off his face. 

The next hours passed much like the previous, his talented mouth and cock dragging several orgasms out of her, his body full of marks from her own mouth, her nails and palms. His hook had created its own set of marks on her body, marks that drew a symphony of moans from her before it ended up digging into the mattress, cutting into like a hot knife through butter. They didn’t talk, nothing except moans, praises and demands escaping out of their lips. 

“There’s not a day that will go by that I won't think of you,” he’d whispered against her temple as she came down from another earth-shattering orgasm and she wanted nothing more than to return the sentiment, to assure him that she would think of this night, of him, everyday. 

But she couldn’t, so she kissed his chest instead, moving her lips higher and higher until she found his lips, leading them to another round, to another orgasm, to another memory. And at dawn, she kissed his parted lips and slipped unnoticed from his slumbering body. 

She met her family at the townline, almost thankful for the sadness of the moment as it stopped any questions they might have for her whereabouts that night, or why she winced with every step she took and how it masked her anger at having to say goodbye to something she was already missing. And she missed him. Missed them. Missed her family. Missed Storybrooke.

But still, she drove away from the town she had called home with her son beside her and sent a silent goodbye to the man she wished to remember, the man she had left asleep in his room. She said goodbye to Killian Jones and to the future he could have given her. She was almost thankful that she was losing her memories.

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When he appears at her door, a bright happy smile on his face and her name spilling from his lips, she is surprised to find him in front of her. For so long, he was the main character in her dreams, in her fantasies, the first and only person she would think about at night, the man whose mere idea was enough to have her refuse that furniture seller’s invitation. And feeling his lips against hers sparks something inside her, a feeling of right, of balance, of peace. 

But she pushes him away, she brings her knee up to his crotch and she closes the door on his face. It’s impossible and she refuses it, ignoring the way her heart is still pounding on her chest.

But he’s persistent. Deep down, she knew he wouldn’t give up. He says his name is Killian and she can almost feel the way her mouth would wrap around it in the throes of passion. His name is Killian and he tells her impossible things. He begs her to trust him and damn her, she does. She takes the vial from his hand and downs the liquid in one go. The memories assault her all at once - her parents, her son, Storybrooke, him.

“Killian?”

His eyes soften with his smile. “Did you miss me?”

She hears the teasing tone in his voice but she also sees the way his eyes plead with her, burn into her, and she does, she misses him so much that it’s almost like a physical tether pulling her to him. She takes hold of his face, vial forgotten on the floor, and pulls his lips to hers, hoping her desperate kiss answers his question. His arms wrapping tightly around her waist tells her it does.

“Emma-”

“I’m sorry for leaving you,” she interrupts, her forehead touching his, her eyes clenched shut. “I wasn’t going to be able to leave if you were awake, and I-”

He silences her with a kiss, this one a mere press of his lips and she feels his smile against her mouth. “I know, love.” His hand cups her face, his thumb caressing the apple of her cheek. “I missed you too.”

She pulls him for a deep kiss, her tongue finding its way into his mouth, their moans lost against their lips, her fingers buried in his hair. She can still feel the way he touched, the way he held her, the way he marked her, the way he filled her. There is a burning inside her and she yearns for him just as she did that night a year ago.

“Wanna come to my apartment?” she murmurs against his lips, grinning at the way his hand tightens on her hip. 

“I’ll follow you anywhere, love.” And she believes him.

The walk back to her apartment isn’t long and she has done that path many times over the past year but now, hand in hand with the man she wants nothing more than to see naked again, it feels like an eternity. As they reach her door, she sends a silent thanks to Henry’s sleepover plans before opening it. She pulls Killian inside by the lapel of his coat, his back slamming against the door and closing it in a quick movement. His pleased grin tells her he likes it when she takes control but she is much more interested in what his mouth can do when it’s kissing her.

She has eliminated any space between them, letting her feel his moan reverberate against her chest. Her hands have found their way inside his coat and she is grasping and pulling at his shirt and waistcoat needing him naked. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” She complains before she slips his large coat from his shoulders.

“So are you.” His hand grasps at her jean-clad rear while his hook digs into her sweater. She hums in agreement and grins at his displeased moan when she pulls away from him.

“I need space to take off my clothes, don’t you think?” With a pointed gaze, she drops her coat and pulls off her sweater. 

“I’m incapable of thought around you, love.” He speaks towards her breasts and she would roll her eyes if she didn’t feel the goosebumps his intense gaze caused. Wanting to expedite the removal of their clothes, she began to walk backwards into her room and away from his grasp. 

Almost like he is reading her mind, he unbuttons his vest one-handed, the sight reminding her of his masterful fingers and the way he played her. He unbuttons his shirt only enough to pull it off by the collar. Her hands fall to the button of her jeans just as his find his laces. She kicks off her boots and throws them somewhere in the room, his bigger ones receiving the same treatment. They stand in the middle of her bedroom when she finally removes her jeans. His trousers fall to the floor and she is reminded of how the Enchanted Forest probably doesn’t have boxers when his cock is free to be admired by her lustful gaze.

“Swan.” His hoarse voice makes her drift her gaze up to his eyes and she is reminded of their fire, of their lust, now and then. “You’re looking at me like you want to devour me.” There’s no complaint, it’s almost like a wish he doesn’t want to admit to but she does.

Slowly, she steps up to him, his cock so close to her. Her eyes remain on his and the way they darken at her proximity. With a smirk, she grasps his length in her fist and nibbles at his parted lower lip. “That’s because I do.” 

Swiftly and silently thanking her carpeted floor, she sinks down to her knees, wasting no time in dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock, the memory and the feeling of how he feels inside her mouth causing her to moan against him. His hand wastes no time in grasping onto her hair and she rewards him by welcoming him inside her mouth.

His moan echoes in her room and she closes her eyes in pleasure, in happiness. Her mouth works around him slowly but determinedly, his loud response spurring her on. Her hand slips between her legs to find her already wet center and circles her clit with her finger. His hand flexes on her hair and she drags her teeth over his underside dragging a loud curse from him. Tongue lapping over his slit, she looks up to find his eyes on her, burning with hunger.

“Pull my hair,” she orders before taking a deep breath and taking his whole length down her throat. His shout is loud and she slides two fingers inside her. She smiles internally when his fist twists in her hair and pulls, moving her up and down his length, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

“Fuck!” he curses before she feels him pull her away from his cock. She looks up at him breathing heavily and with her fingers rubbing small circles over her clit. “Fuck…” he repeats in a dazed whisper before he pulls her to her feet by her hair and crashes their mouths together, moans lost in the intense kiss. “What a heavenly mouth you have, Swan,” he whispers when they pull away, his teeth pulling on her bottom lip.

“I need you inside me,” she whimpers, grinding her hips where his cock is pressed against her belly. “Please, Killian.” 

His growl is the only warning she gets before his lips slant over hers and his hook tears at her bra. She moans against his mouth as she removes it the rest of the way and her nipples rub against his chest hair. She feels the bed against the back of her knees but is not allowed to fall with the way his left arm holds her against him. 

“I won’t last long,” he warns, looking into her eyes, his lips swollen and red like hers must look.

“Me either.” She can feel it, deep inside her, that earth-shattering orgasm she knows is about to be pulled out of her. They have all day, all night, forever. That thought has her pull his lips to hers, her nails digging into his back, his moan reverberating in her chest, in her heart.

He nods with closed eyes before he turns her around and she finds herself face down on her bedspread, feet on her carpeted floor and nudged apart by his. Her hips sway in expectation, in the feeling of him filing her once more, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. She feels him peeling off her underwear and then his lips at her lower back, at her hips, kissing at the uncovered skin of her plump cheeks, her hands fisting her sheets at his touch. 

At the same time her underwear slips down to her ankles, his mouth finds her center, pulling a gasping moan from her lips. His pleased hum vibrates against her folds and she moves her hips closer to his face. “You’re so ready for me, love.”

She nods and looks at him over her shoulder. “It’s been a long time.”

A shadow passes over his eyes before he nods. “Then let’s not wait any longer.” 

“Please.” Her hips wiggle and begging becomes easier with him, when she knows she can lower her walls and he’ll keep her safe.

The world rights itself when he slowly drags against her walls and she feels like she found the missing piece of a puzzle. His chest is heaving as he waits for her to adjust to him, his eyes burning against her skin when she clenches around him. “Take me, Killian.”

His hips pull back and she is already waiting for the moment they’ll return to her. Her moan is lost in the plush quilt when he bottoms out inside her. His pace is relentless against her and it almost makes her forget the year they were apart. Almost. His brace keeps her hips in place while his hand on her upper back keeps her chest against the bed, her nipples rubbing against the fabric with every thrust. His hips stutter against her at a particularly deep thrust and she wonders how long he’ll be able to last and if it’ll be long enough for her to join him.

Before she can move her hand to her clit to help her along, his hand runs up to the back of her neck, fisting her hair and pulling. The pain mixed with pleasure is delicious and she needlessly places her hands on the bed to hold her up. “Yes! More, please, harder!” 

His fist tightens in her hair and it’s almost perfect, she just needs- The curve of his hook on her clit, pressing against her bundle of nerves, brings her to a loud climax, his name echoing in the hot room. She is pulled to an upright position and his arms wrap around her waist, slamming one, two, three more times against her before he comes with his mouth against her shoulder. His chest heaves against her back, his breathing is hot on her shoulder and she can feel their release drip down her legs. It’s perfect.

“Emma,” he whispers as his lips kiss their way up her neck. “I missed you so much.” His voice is wrecked over more than their straining activities and she lets her head fall over his shoulder to kiss his jawline. 

“Come with me,” she mumbles against his skin, wincing when he slips out of her. Taking hold of his hand, she pulls him to her ensuite. “We need a shower.”

They are quiet as she guides him inside the glass case before she follows. They are quiet as the warm water runs down their bodies, as they slather their bodies in soap, as he massages shampoo in her hair with his hand, as she does the same for him, as they let the water clean them of any remaining product. It’s good - feeling him so close, his touch, his presence. She wants it everyday. She wants him, not just his body, him.

Still without talking, she guides their dry bodies under her sheets, not caring for the afternoon sun still shining outside her window. She needs to lay with him, she needs to have this slow moment with him, to have this time. His eyes stay on hers as they lay on their sides facing each other under her cozy sheets and his hand leaves her grip to move her still damp hair behind her ear, his fingers ghosting over her jawline until his thumb runs over her bottom lip.

“You came to bring me home, didn’t you?” She doesn’t wait for his answer, knows it already. “Something happened.”

“I came back for you,” he answers, his hand taking hers back in his grip. “Something has happened but to be honest, I was just waiting for an excuse to come back to you. Someone sent me a memory potion and a message that a curse was coming, so I took the Jolly Roger as fast as I could away from its purview.”

Her eyes widen. “You outran a curse?” 

“I’m a hell of a Captain.” His smirk is small but it still makes his eyes shine and she brings her free hand to his face. His eyes flutter closed at her touch. “As soon as the dust settled, I knew that the barriers were down and all I needed was a magic bean to find you.”

“Magic beans are not easy to come by.” Her eyebrows rise in surprise and suspicion.

“They are if you have something of value to trade.” His words are careful and his eyes lower to her shoulder.

“Like what?”

“It doesn’t matter.” He shakes his head before returning his gaze to hers, pain hidden beneath resolve. “Now that you have your memories back, we can return to Storybrooke and see what the damage is. All that matters is that you remember.”

There is more to the story, she can tell. She had seen his desperation for her memories to return and now she sees the grief he tries to hide. “What did you trade for the bean, Killian?”

His eyes and mouth widen at her unrelenting questioning and for a moment, she wonders if he is going to lie to her. “It really is of no consequence, Em-.” 

With her hands on his shoulders, she forces his back onto the mattress while she sits looking down at him, her eyes drilling into his. “What was the price?”

He sighs defeatedly. “The Jolly Roger.”

Her breathing stops and she feels her lips part and eyes widen. His ship, his home, and he traded it to bring her back, for her. She can feel her heart slam against her chest at the realization but instead of panic, there is something else, something scarier, something that had ruined her before. 

But as she looks into his eyes, those loyal, determined blue eyes, she realizes that this is different, she is different and he is different too. And suddenly, it all comes down to a simple truth. “I love you, Killian.”

It comes unrestrained, the words wrapping around the silence that fills the room. His eyes are bright and wide, an overwhelming hope and disbelief making her want to repeat those words until he believes in them. So she does, her voice stronger than before, more confident. 

“I love you.”

She is an open book to him. He reads her heart in her eyes and she sees the moment he finds that simple, wonderful truth. His lips stretch out into a dazzling smile, the definition of happiness. “I love you, Emma.” And how could you not smile at such beautiful words?

Their lips meet in a soft kiss, softer than any kiss they had shared but just as good, if not better. The kiss is more than skin connecting with skin. She feels whole as his arms wrap around her and her hands cup his face. She loves him and he loves her. 

It is perfect.

Tomorrow, she’d worry about fairytale parents, villains and curses. Tomorrow, she’d be their Savior. Tomorrow, she'll go back home. Tomorrow, she’d worry.

Today? Today, she is going to enjoy the feel of Killian’s arms around her. Today, she is going to let him love her with his mouth, with his body, with his words, with his actions. Today, she is going to be Emma Swan, the woman who loves a fairytale pirate and is loved in return.

[lostoneshq]

Agora sim, os verdadeiros protagonistas chegaram! São eles, as verdadeiras estrelas. Os verdadeiros donos de suas histórias! Sejam bem vindos, queridos e estimados verdadeiros habitantes do Mundo das Histórias, ao Reino dos Perdidos! Espero que tenham uma estadia tranquila por aqui e não se preocupem pois a magia de Merlin cuidará de tudo para vocês em seus respectivos reinos!

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[takingmyshot]

(Joseph Morgan, 42, ele/dele) Atenção, atenção, quem vem lá? Ah, é KILLIAN ARTHUR EVANS HOOK, O CAPITÃO GANCHO, da história PETER PAN! Todo mundo te conhece… Como não conhecer?! Se gostam, aí é outra coisa! Vamos meter um papo reto aqui: as coisas ficaram complicadas para você, né? Você estava vivendo tranquilamente (eu acho…) depois do seu felizes para sempre, você tinha até começado a PIRATARIA… E aí, do nada, um monte de gente estranha caiu do céu para atrapalhar a sua vida! Olha, eu espero que nada de ruim aconteça, porque por mais que você seja PERSISTENTE, você é ARROGANTE, e é o que Merlin diz por aí: precisamos manter a integridade da SUA história! Pelo menos, você pode aproveitar a sua estadia no Reino dos Perdidos fazendo o que você gosta: TAVERNEIRO.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Informações Gerais

Apelidos: Gancho, Hook, Kill, Lian.

Signo: Sol em capricórnio, ascendente em escorpião e lua em touro.

Orientação sexual: Bissexual.

Altura: 1, 80 m

Traços positivos: Determinação, Astúcia, Carisma, Habilidade de liderança, Lealdade.

Traços negativos: Arrogância, Vingativo, Manipulativo, Rancoroso, Pouco empático.

The Crooked Hook Inn

Localizado em um canto mais afastado do centro comercial e próximo da Rua dos Malignos do reino, este bar e taberna são um refúgio para os moradores locais. Adornada com troféus das viagens de seu proprietário nos tempos de pirata, a decoração é uma ode aos dias de glória passados. Ao adentrar, você é envolvido pelo calor da lareira e pelo aroma de iguarias recém-preparadas. Os assentos confortáveis convidam os frequentadores a compartilharem suas histórias enquanto desfrutam de uma boa bebida. Durante a noite, músicos locais entretém os presentes com canções folclóricas e histórias, enquanto jogadores de cartas se reúnem em um canto para disputas amigáveis.

Sobre os Perdidos

Não houve mudanças muito significativas na história com os perdidos, mas houve algo que Gancho gostou. Na nova versão, Peter Pan havia ficado infeliz. Não há nada que ele mais goste do que isso.

[lilidolostones]

* esse é meu blog principal. estarei chamando pra plots e interagindo na dash com ele. starters e posts pertinentes aos personagens em si vão ser controlados pelos respectivos blogs dos mesmos pra manter a organização da gatah.

𝐈. aqui não tem frescura, a player é maluca! topo qualquer tipo de plots, mas a gente vai adaptando as coisas caso uma das partes ache que não cabe ou que fique desconfortável. não tem problema discordarmos, isso é normal!!!!!!! contanto que a gente chegue em um acordo pra se amar no fim das contas, tá ótimo! ❤️ 𝐈𝐈. meu tempo pra jogo é pouco flexível e depende mais da minha disposição que do horário em si, então tiro momentos pra jogar durante o expediente de trabalho tal como também chego em casa pra fazer algo com tranquilidade. nos chats sou uma negação, mas juro que é só me dar o toque que converso! caso ache melhor, pode chamar pelo telegram: herazul.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. clique nas tags de cada personagem pra fuxicar os musings ou wanted de cada. 

ABAIXO DO READMORE TEM RESUMO DE CADA PERSONAGEM!

🐉 ᛬ hiçkirik horrendous haddock terceiro as SOLUÇO.

diretamente de "como treinar seu dragão", vem ele, o soluço em turco, hiçkirik, com seus 30 aninhos e maior simpatia do mundo. pra quem não o conhece, sua teimosia e curiosidade sempre são um chama pra desgraças, mas when you know you know... ele faz de tudo, possível e impossível, até se sacrificar já fez, por aqueles que ama e não hesita quanto a isso - nem nunca vai hesitar. soluço oferece aulas de língua dracônica para as crianças e adultos, além de também ensinar tudo sobre dragões (pelo que sabe). fora isso, também cuida e protege o santuário dos dragões, apesar de estar tendo uma grandíssima dor de cabeça com os filhotinhos que são muito perspicazes. quanto aos novos personagens das histórias, inclusive a sua, soluço é interessado em conhecer e entender mais, mas o fato de não saber o que o espera lhe deixa desconfortável, afinal: se isso põe a vida de seus entes queridos e dragões em risco, não é coisa boa... @agnikaii

🏴‍☠️ ᛬ killian james jones as CAPITÃO JAMES GANCHO.

de neverland para o reino dos perdidos, ele, o homem sem mão, o judiado do menino que nunca envelhece, o incompreendido: capitão hook. todo mundo sabe que killian não foi sempre um vilão, mas sim um mocinho que foi forçado a ser vilão. de toda forma, aprendeu a ser tão trapaceiro e ruim quanto diziam que era, por isso acostumou-se com essa vida sem (muitas) decepções para si. pode-se determinar que é alguém egoísta e mentiroso, contudo, até mesmo ele tem regras - que sempre as favorece. killian é um nome há muito esquecido, assumindo para si o título de james gancho após ter perdido a mão para o crocodilo. o cenário não mudou muito desde que as coisas aconteceram em neverland e o reino dos perdidos, ele continua tendo sua infindável rixa com peter pan e toda sua trupe teve de começar a buscar meios para desestressar e aprender a fazer cerveja foi sua melhor escolha, pois, assim mesmo foi que iniciou os trabalhos no seu bar secreto que apenas pessoas minimamente impuras conseguem achar ao desvendar o mistério do quadro no navio. acha fantástica a ideia de novos personagens serem inseridos nos contos, principalmente se isso lhe for conveniente futuramente e se causar, é claro, muita desordem e caos. ele atualmente administra o the hooked inn, dessa vez seu bar público, que fica próximo de onde seu navio está ancorado e ainda lida com uma maldição assolada ao jolly roger, nele e em toda sua tripulação, há tanto tempo que mal se recorda quanto, fadado a uma vida imortal de um esqueleto pútrido que só é visto à luz da lua, com uma vida sem prazeres mundanos que possam lhe preencher o vazio. @hoisthecolors

⛓️ ᛬ yuri winstanley "stan" as O OUTRO MONSTRO.

diretamente da nova zelândia pro fim do mundo de maldonia (futuramente!), stan, o monstro perfeito, porém, burro, do cientista rival de frankenstein. foram 29 aninhos vivendo um bem bom na Terra pra isso acontecer, uó! mas cá está ele se adaptando, embora agora seja um escrav- assistente do Mushu. não é o emprego dos sonhos, mas quem disse que CLT tem que amar o que faz? mesmo sendo certinho demais e não sair da linha quase nunca, stan tenta se adequar ainda a essa vida totalmente diferente, com magia e afins, enquanto reencontra um outro lado de si que nunca viu antes, com bem mais liberdade. quem diria que ganhar um nobel da paz de física, virar professor em uma universidade renomada dos eua e ter a vida dos sonhos, se tornaria nada além de... um sonho! agora sua expectativa de ter algo minimamente bom parece esvair de suas mãos pouco a pouco, e é questão de tempo para que ele desembucete de vez nessa nova trajetória forçada de vida. @thedevilwithiin

⚔️ ᛬ GRETEL SINÉAD GRIMM.

27 anos de experiência que mais parecem 60 é como gretel se sente. as dores nas costas não são por conta da idade chegando, é pelo fardo de ser, junto de seu irmão, a melhor caçadora de red rose e, diga-se de passagem, existente. claro que seu passado não foi o melhor e há de se entender o porquê de sua precaução, desconfiança e antipatia - não é somente por ter vendido a uma bruxa parte de sua humanidade e anos de sua vida para salvar seu irmão da morte certa, mas pela parte em que teve de abdicar de sua inocência e fragilidade desde que era uma criancinha, para crescer e amadurecer forçada. gretel grimm tem todos os motivos possíveis para ser chata, mal-encarada, apática e etc etc, só que, se olhar bem, ela só precisa de um abracinho. enquanto isso, administra o estúdio de tatuagem que também é uma loja de armas, a grimms ammo, ao passo que contrabandeia armas mágicas a terceiros. precisa tomar sua dose de insulina diária, senão tem uma síncope, e não somente isso, mas se você ver uma das tatuagens dela brilhar depois de ter irritado-a, pode ter certeza: caiu a casa pra você, porque é de alguma habilidade mágica que ela tatuou no corpo que estamos falando. cuidado! @mariaarmeira

🔮 ᛬ URSULA.

soon. @rightbytheshore

[thranduilland]

for the sentence starters: 'why does it feel like this is goodbye?'

Well. Things to note: this is Sandman and Avengers Crossover Infinity War (but it's been moved to 2023, rather than... 2018, I think was the canon setting?). And this ends on No Happy Ending, because the assumed Happy Ending occurs in the Avengers side of canon (the Blip)

It started out like any other day, and it had been progressing like any other day. Dream had arrived early that morning to greet Hob with a kiss as he rose from his bed. Hob’d talked Dream into showering with him, as if it ever took much convincing, really. They’d gone down to the New Inn where Hob’d had his coffee and his breakfast like he always did, and they’d talked about their plans for the coming weekend; they were going to watch a movie, then spend the rest of the day at the beach, any beach, anywhere in the world so long as it had sun.

That had been the plan.

Afterwards, they’d gone back upstairs, sat down on the couch to continue Dream’s ‘reintegration into society’, as Hob called filling his head with all the movies and TV shows that he’d missed in the cage. They’d already watched the Lord of the Rings, Star Wards, various Disney and Pixar films. Today’s movie of choice was Peter Pan, which Hob thought Dream would like and so far he has been.

“I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!”

Dream jolts, reaching up too press his hands against his head as something shifts. It’s not pain, it doesn’t ache, but there is… an absence, a change. A lack where their should not be. A hole where once there was something. He doesn’t understand what is happening.

“I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!”

“Dream?” he struggles to raise his head at the sound of Hob’s voice, feels immeasurably less than he had just moments ago, and he doesn’t understand what is happening. “Dream? I-I don’t-“ Hob stutters, his words distorting to Dream’s own ears but finally he raises his head, finds Hob swaying on the couch beside him. There is screaming outside, the sound sneaking in through the open windows, terrified screams, horrified screams, grieving screams. “Dream!” Hob calls, urgent now. Dream lets his gaze flick back to him and his widen as Hob’s skin seems to have paled so dramatically as to match Dream’s own.

“Hob?” he asks, as they both look down at Hob’s hand, staring in confusion and terror as the tips of his fingers start to turn to dust. “Hob!”

“I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!”

Suddenly, Hob throws himself forward, clutching at Dream, tears falling like rain from his eyes. Dream clings to him, his hands twisting in the fabric of Hob’s shirt as he feels Hob’s fingers scrambling across his chest, unable to find purchase as they crumble to dust.  

“Dream! Dream, I don’t want to go! I don’t want to go! I don’t want to go!” Hob sobs, desperate and terrified and Dream can do nothing. With every second that passes he feels further diminished, like pieces of him are chipping themselves away never to return, and even as he tries to cling to Hob, tries to will him to stay, he can feel Hob slipping away too. “I don’t want to go! I don’t want to go!”

“I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!”

In 1689, in the moments before Hob had said that Death was a mug’s game and that he still had so much to live for, Dream had thought to himself ‘why does it feel like this is goodbye?’ So, so certain had he been that Hob would not wish to go on living, but he’d been proven wrong, and Hob had carried right on anyway, despite his pain, despite his losses.

“I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!”

“I don’t want to go! I don’t want to go!”

“Stay with me, Hob, please? Don’t-don’t go where I cannot follow. Please?” he begs, crushing Hob to him as tightly as he can but it doesn’t seem to matter as he can feel Hob fading away right in front of his eyes, beneath his hands. “Hob, please-!”

“I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!”

“I’m sorry,” Hob whispers as he turns to dust. Dream clutches at it, fingers scrabbling through the dust that was once Hob Gadling, but the dust is all that is left of his love.

--

The humans call it ‘the Snap’, some parts of the Universe call it the Devastation.

Dream clutches the vial of dust around his neck and acknowledges it for what it really is.

The Last Goodbye.  

[ems-self-ships-galore]

The Chaos and The Calm Ship Overview

Ship Name - The Chaos and The Calm

Characters - Nicholas Nickleby, Eddie Munson

Self Insert - Emma 'Mist' Reyndon {Picrew Used}

Attuned Blorbo Reminder Songs -

Nicholas:

Eddie:

Backstory

After finding a method of time travel known as The Vanishing Gateway Technique, Emma Reyndon ends up in the year 1986; where she meets Eddie Munson. They start out as friends, occasionally running errands for each other until their relationship turns into a romance.

Emma agrees to help with the Upside Down issue, but after being swarmed by demobats she is immediately pulled back into her own time period before she can get to Eddie. Angry and sad that she could never bring Eddie back with her, Emma takes a break from time traveling.

Going back in time again, Emma this time goes back to the year 1857 where she meets Nicholas Nickleby. The two hit it off on the spot, but unfortunately Emma has to go back to her own time period; only this time she manages to remind Nicholas that if he wanted to see her again, he needed to go over to the Gateshead Inn where Emma herself was staying.

Deciding to bring Nicholas forwards in time with her, Emma lets him stay with her whilst he learns the ropes of living in the modern era.

One day, after returning home from running errands; Emma is greeted with the sight of Eddie being in her house for some reason. Not wanting to leave him behind like last time, Emma also lets Eddie stay with her.

Things become rather tense between Nicholas and Eddie, as the two are becoming convinced that the other is trying to steal Emma away. Emma gets involved and clarifies some things, until she comes up with a compromise by saying, "you two want me so much, why don't I just date the both of you at the same damn time?" Nicholas and Eddie seem to agree with this.

Days pass until Eddie comes up to Emma about him possibly falling in love with Nicholas, which Emma accepts as she sorta knew about that due to one particular instance of Eddie asking her on "how to understand him (Nicholas)."

As of now, the three are still together. Occasionally getting into zany adventures across time and the modern era.

Playlist

Link - The Chaos and The Calm - a Nicholas Nickleby, Emma Reyndon, and Eddie Munson ship playlist

Preview Songs:

Fly With Me - Jonas Brothers

If it's you and me forever//If it's you and me right now//That'd be alright//Be alright//If we chase the stars to lose our shadow//Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine//So won't you fly with me?

Flowers in Your Hair - The Lumineers

Be in my eyes//Be in my heart//Be in my eyes, aye-yeah-yeah//Be in my heart

Fell In Love With a Girl - The White Stripes

Fell in love with a girl//I fell in love once and almost completely//She's in love with the world

Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers

Lonely rivers flow//To the sea, to the sea//To the open arms of the sea, yeah//Lonely rivers sigh//"Wait for me, wait for me"//I'll be coming home, wait for me

I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) - The Proclaimers

And when I come home (when I come home), yes, I know I'm gonna be//I'm gonna be the man who comes back home with you//I'm gonna be the man who's coming home with you

[poetlcs]

classic lit is the only genre of book I buy every time because I just like to annotate and keep note thus I decided to make a read vs to be read of my classics as right now I do have a lot piled up I've been meaning to get to ALSO! I just like talking about classic lit

so please let me know which I should prioritise

physical tbr classics

zami: a new spelling of my name by audre lorde

a room with a view by em forster

the professor by charlotte bronte

a passage to india by em forster

mrs dalloway by virginia woolf

the last tycoon by f.scott fitzgerald

jamaica inn by daphne du maurier

if beale street could talk by james baldwin

howards end by em forster

dr jekyll and mr hyde by robert louis stevenson

antony and cleopatra by william shakespheare

a clockwork orange by anthony burgess

read classics below cut for my tracking

pre 1500s:

the iliad by homer

oedipus the king

1500-1800

the merchant of venice, hamlet, much ado about nothing, king lear pericles, the tempest, othello, measure for measure by william shakespheare

1800-1900

a tale of two cities, hard times, great expectations by charles dickens

heart of darkness by joseph conrad

jane eyre by charlotte bronte

wuthering heights by emily bronte

the tenant of wildfell hall by anne bronte

sherlock holmes by arthur conan doyle

the mill on the floss by george eliot

cousin phyllis by elizabeth gaskell

the moonstone by wilkie collins

little women by louisa may alcott

dracula by bram stoker

maurice, where angels fear to tread by em forster

sense and sensibility, persuasion, emma, pride and prejudice, northanger abbey by jane austen

the turn of the screw by henry james

frankenstein by mary shelley

treasure island by robert louis stevenson

the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde

black beauty by anna sewell

peter pan by jm barrie

1900-1970

on the road by jack kerouac

dubliners, ulysses by james joyce

the great gatsby, tender is the night by f. scott fitzgerald

rebecca, the house on the strand by daphne du maurier

notes of a native son, giovanni's room by james baldwin

childhood by tove ditlevson

letters to a young poet by rainer maria rilke

voss by patrick white

my brilliant career by miles franklin

nightwood by djuna barnes

brideshead revisted by evelyn waugh

their eyes were watching god by zora neale hurston

one hundred years of solitide by gabriel garcia maquez

wide sargasso sea, good morning midnight by jean rhys

passing by nella larson

the waste land, the lovesong of j.alred prufrock by t.s eliot

to the lighthouse, a room of ones own by virginina woolf

to kill a mockingbird by harper lee

sula by toni morrison

endgame by samuel beckett

things fall apart by chinua achebe

lord of the flies by willian golding

death of a salesman by arthur miller

a streetcar named desire by tenneesee williams

animal farm by george orwell

[rwbyazre]

How do the different criminal underworld's of each kingdom function in your au?

The criminal underworlds aren't really something I super built on outside of a few factions that're important to AZRE's personal stories.

Vale

Vale has a few criminal organisations, all of which are fighting each other for the more lucrative territory, but the two biggest names there are the Wicker Men and the Xiong Family.

The Wicker Men is the name for Roman Torchwick's gang, who're based on the lost boys from Peter Pan with Roman being Peter Pan and Neo being Tinkerbell. They first started when Roman and Neo were aged out of the care system and gathered others similar to them, with the sole purpose of doing what they want since no one gave them what they needed.

They mostly run on robberies for many expensive things like cars, Dust, jewellery, dealings, shakedowns on businesses, but they can't go near businesses that're ran by the Xiong family.

The Xiong family is an older organisation that're based around the Xiong and their relatives. You can come into the group if you're not related, but you tend not to get very far since the highest positions are reserved for the family.

It first popped up in 5 PTP by Junior's grandfather Xiong Taifu, as during the Colour War, the police force and government were too preoccupied with fighting off Mistral and Atlas to keep crime down, along with growing anti Mistral sentiments in the kingdom.

Originally only based in a small backstreet club that Taifu owned, the organisation grew with the Xiong family specialising in information brokering, blackmail, club racketeering and gambling. By the time that Junior is in charge, he expanded to own over half of the clubs and betting shops in the capital, and his marriage to Muffet Malachite allowed the Xiong family connections to the biggest crime syndacite in Mistral.

There's other groups and such running around, but these two are the big dogs in the Vale underground.

Mistral

As mentioned before, Mistral has a similar running to Vale but whereas Vale is constantly fighitng with each other, Mistral has a strict hierachy that can be moved about with the rise and fall of gangs, but has a lot more taboos and ettiquettes.

Typically lower ranking gangs don't go near the territories of higher ranking gangs, or try to go into their businesses, and acts of disrespect are often ended first with the heads discussing, and then violence if it doesn't resolve the issue. This is why a lot of gangs don't tend to murder each other like in Vale, because the higher ups would rather avoid unnecessary bloodshed that would cause power vaccums and bring the law down on them quicker.

There's a few families that hold the highest ranks in the underground, with one being the Spiders run by Atlas-born Muffet Malachite. They're very recognisable with their purple uniforms and spider themed tattoos reminiscent of the tattoos that other gangs have.

Her smart business sense and pragmatism helped her build her influence outside of the middle rings, as she runs a lot of the inns and social clubs that most people visit, but also established connections with the Xiong family in Vale when she married Junior.

There's also a severe human trafficking gang in Mistral that runs the underground fighting rings that Zanthus found himself in. They typically take Faunus, using them for entertainment and betting like old gladiator games, and while certain Faunus can win enough admiration to be bought out of the rings, many just fight until they die.

If Zanthus didn't escape, his fight with another that unlocked his Semblance would've ended with him being bought by a few interested betters.

Atlas

Atlas has some of the worst crime in the kingdoms, especially in Mantle, because of the intense criminalisation around like 90% of every single thing in this stupid kingdom. It's even worse in Mantle due to the poverty inflicted by Atlas.

A lot would say that the Macaques are one of the biggest crime groups, but that is because they technically are in Atlas' law book, despite the fact that they are actually not and in every other kingdom lawbook, what they are doing is within the law to do so.

But there's differences between Atlesian criminals and Mantlese criminals. Atlesian criminals have more of a wealthy air about them, and try to present themselves as honest businessmen and citizens while also dealing in a lot of white collar crimes like embezzelment and conmen.

Whereas Mantlese criminals are more blue collar criminals with a very high drug crimes and such with many gangs running the streets. The safest places to be in Mantle is the Macaque-sanctioned areas, because no gang would go near anything that is run by Lou.

Vacuo

For Vacuo, the biggest crime issue in this kingdom is the human trafficking abuse. Before they were hired by Merlot, Carmine and her gang, the Crown, ran around all of Vacuo and trafficked people for numerous things, and is able to get away with it for so long because Vacuo is so fractured and struggles with the different provinces refusing to unite.

It's very easy to get lost in Vacuo as well, so people disappearing so much wouldn't immediately be chalked to the trafficking rings. There are other organisations that try and get a piece of this very lucrative trade, but the Crown is the big dog of this game and that infamy is why Salem and Merlot recruited them in the first place.

It's also the hotspot for piracy with Isla de Toroso at the bottom of the continent, right in the Goldrush Sea. Pirates had been there for centuries, and have only gotten more and more better equiped after the Atlesian and Mistrali occupations of Vacuo, where they could steal not only better ships and weaponry, but convince underpaid and abused sailors to join their ranks.

In modern time, the pirates have formed a society of their own, similar to real life Nassau, where the different crews work together and the strongest and most infamous captains lead. Originally, it was Captain Noirbarbe who was the head of the captain coven, but in 67 PTP, Muireann Duibhshíth took control of her own crew and ship; the Kinslayer, and was titled the Pirate Queen due to her charisma and fierce skill.

Menagerie

Menagerie deals with a lot of smuggling with contraband, especially given the restricted tradeflow with the other kingdoms due to Menagerie's unique formation. It's more common in the coast cities like Asíle, whereas the more inland cities like Vikela find less smugglers for typical out of kingdom goods due to just how hazardous the trip between cities is.

Gambling is also illegal in all of Menagerie, but many places have hidden gambling and betting dens for people to bet on cards, fights and such. They are typically more family run than formal gangs though, whereas the bigger smugglers tend to be agents from organisations off shore in other kingdoms.

That is the basic outline of the underworlds of the kingdoms!

[deadmotelsusa]

The Peter Pan Inn of Urbana, Maryland, 1960s and 2022

[enchantedtm]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄    𝐓𝐎    𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃    𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒        …        toss  a  coin  and  make  a  wish  , etienne  delgado,  ede  oswold,  and  moonkyung  kang!  the  faceclaim(s)  of  zion  moreno,  brett  goldstein,  and  kim  go-eun  is/are  now  taken  !  be sure to  submit  your  account  within  24  hours,  or  the  magic  will  be  lost !

╰     trans female , she/her     ☆     𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 …   we’re introduced to ETIENNE DELGADO, the TWENTY-SIX years old HOUSEKEEPER at MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S INN from enchanted falls who bears a striking resemblance to ZION MORENO. the whispers in the wind tells us of their SCRUPULOUS and FLIGHTY reputation, that’s why the townsfolk often are reminded ofthe way lights reflect off of a sequin dress, the smell of clean air after a bout of rain, a doe exploring the high grass in a sunny forest clearing, french countrysides in the fall, and silk ribbons wrapped around long brunette curls.  they are often haunted by dreams of a life lived as PLUMETTE ( BEAUTY AND THE BEAST ) .  /  birdy . she/her/hers . est . 25 . tw’s: eating disorders

╰     cis male , he/him     ☆     𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 …   we’re introduced to EDE OSWOLD, the THIRTY-SEVEN years old FLORIST at FAIREST OF THEM ALL FLOWERS from enchanted falls who bears a striking resemblance to BRETT GOLDSTEIN. the whispers in the wind tells us of their ALTRUISTIC and STOIC reputation, that’s why the townsfolk often are reminded ofa lion yawning after a long nap in the sun, food that looks atrocious but tastes amazing, the smell of wet soil in a freshly planted garden, the feeling of watching someone you love get out of the shower, the moon’s rippling reflection off of a lake at midnight, and the feeling of ocean spray on your face during a windy day on the beach.  they are often haunted by dreams of a life lived as PRINCE ERIC ( THE LITTLE MERMAID ) .  /  birdy . she/her/hers . est . 25 . tw’s: eating disorders

╰     cis female , she/her     ☆     𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 …   we’re introduced to MOONKYUNG “MOONIE” KANG, the TWENTY-EIGHT years old BAKER at A WHOLE FOOD WORLD from enchanted falls who bears a striking resemblance to KIM GO-EUN. the whispers in the wind tells us of their MATERNAL and CLUMSY reputation, that’s why the townsfolk often are reminded of a woven basket overflowing with spools of yarn, a fox curled up for a nap in the pillow soft grass, the wind rustling through a rainbow curtain of linens on a clothes line, the natural baby-fine curl of freshly washed hair, and waking up on a sick day to the smell of freshly baked bread and homemade soup.  they are often haunted by dreams of a life lived as WENDY DARLING ( PETER PAN ) .  /  birdy . she/her/hers . est . 25 .

[hoisthecolors]

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local: the hooked inn bar

Paz e tranquilidade é o que James sempre desejou para si quando pensava em ter um lugarzinho só seu e com seus parceiros, vivendo a vida da melhor forma que podia: apenas adepto à pirataria. Não tinha mais tamanha liberdade quanto antes, mas era óbvio que comparado a rotina que tinha antes estava no paraíso. Portanto, enquanto tomava umas junto de quatro de sua tripulação que ainda estavam acordados - enquanto os outros estavam adormecidos sobre a mesa, chão ou qualquer outro lugar disposto no bar -, o capitão ouviu uns burburinhos bem baixos atrás de si, especialmente o deixando curioso quando a gritaria de outrora ia abaixando o tom pouco a pouco. Então, quando virou o rosto para ver o que seria a atração, seu semblante se fechou e o coração palpitou imediatamente - de raiva. Foi rápido o modo como largou a bebida sobre seu balcão, mas lenta a forma que simplesmente andou em duas passadas largas até a direção de Wendy Darling, analisando as feições desta detalhadamente. Ora, como não lembrar do rosto daquela menina desgraçada que era ninguém mais ninguém menos que a namoradinha de Peter Pan?! "Não acho que aqui seja um bom lugar para um Darling estar, não acha? Eu reconheceria esse seu rosto em qualquer lugar, criança." Sua mão precisamente foi de encontro à face alheia, suavemente tocando a pele de sua bochecha, embora a vontade fosse de esmagar aquela cabecinha. James tinha um jeito esquisito de sempre querer sentir as pessoas por um toque, aquilo aparentemente lhe ajudava a entender como ele mesmo se sentia com relação aos outros e até que ponto em sua memória ele pensava ter algum tipo de intimidade com tal. Wendy era alguém que ele desejava se livrar - matar -, mas afastar-se dela foi a melhor escolha quando parou e processou sua presença.

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Day 8: Tuesday January 7th, 2025 [Disneyland]

Breakfast: chicken calzone & alien dumplings

Lunch: beef stroganoff pie & a mulled wine

Dinner: hotdog & fries

Steps: 14,468

We woke up at 6am this morning to check out of our apartment & make our way to Disneyland! I’ve really enjoyed staying at The Comfort Inn - the room served us perfectly, it was central to most places we wanted to visit and the staff were lovely.

Our train ride was pretty straightforward. We only had to change lines once and were at the resort/park area in just over half an hour. We got the Disneyland train directly to the gates and put our backpacks and overnight back in a storage locker. Once we were through security we had stood in a queue for an hour. Whoops! I thought the park opened at 8, but it opened at 9. We hadn’t bought and snacks with us so we just had to stand and wait.

Once inside the gates (finally!) we went straight into the merch store to buy matching hats and headed over to the Star Wars simulation ride that only had a 5 minute wait. It was weird to only have characters speak in Japanese. I think the ride was about C3P0 accidentally getting put in the pilot seat of a ship and we all rode with him through hyper space.

Next up we went to the Pizza Planet style restaurant for breakfast as we were starving. Morgan had a pizza, I had a calzone and we shared some Toy Story themed custard dumplings that were surprisingly tasty! While we were eating, Morgan booked us priority access to two rides so we didn’t have to queue for ages.

With that, we queued up for 70 minutes to go on the Monsters Inc light tag ride. The ride was so cute! We went through a range of tableaux’s from the world of the Monsters Inc film and had to shine torches on the logos to earn points. We didn’t get to see our scores at the end though. After this ride we waited on the main strip for the “Happy New Year” parade which was very sweet. The OG Disney characters and a jazz band welcomed everyone to the park.

Morgan booked us a priority pass to the “Haunted Mansion: Holiday Nightmare” that was the original Haunted Mansion re-branded with the Nightmare Before Christmas. This ride was a very similar style to Monsters Inc but the design was much more detailed. It incorporated UV paints and projections to create the illusion of ghosts. Very cool!

We took advantage of a shorter waiting time and lined up for “Peter Pan’s Flight”. It was fine. It lasted about 3 minutes and we were in flying boats above the characters in various tableauxs. Not our favourite. We then queued for the Cinderella gallery which was also a bit disappointing.

At 2pm we watched the Parade and then headed over to the only ride we paid to secure: Beauty & the Beast. It was incredible! We were in spinning teacups the whole time and the beast magically transformed into Prince Eric in front of our eyes! How?? Well worth the priority pass so we didn’t have to wait 180 minutes in a queue. The feast scene was also excellent - we span around and when we faced back at the table, it was full of food. Magic!

We needed food and a wee rest so we went to Gaston’s tavern for a late lunch. I had a beef stroganoff pie & a mulled wine while Morgan had a little taster plate of hot foods and a mulled wine. All delish! We stuck around for a second drink as we were enjoying the warmth, the seats and not having jackets and bags on.

By the time we went back into the park it was hitting sunset. We stopped to buy a coffee (that was absolutely awful) and some Big Hero 6 merch. We walked through Toon Town, where all of the original characters live, and lined up to meet Mickey. We had to wait about 50 minutes but he was super cute and we got free photos on our phone. We then lined up for ‘Roger Rabbit’s Cartoon Spin’. The setup of the ride looked like “Disney after dark” and was a bit chaotic. We got to drive bumper cars through the course and it was chaotic! Morgan tried to film but we kept spinning in circles. It was way more fun than we’d anticipated.

Once it hit nighttime, we found a spot for the light show parade. It went for about half an hour and it was beautiful. So many characters were on their own light up float and were followed by an ensemble of themed dancers on foot. Morgan said this part of the day was one of his highlights.

After the light show a lot of families were heading home and rides were starting to close but we managed to jump onto the “Jungle Cruise” for the night ride. It was a motorboat through the jungle with heaps of animatronics in the water and on the banks. The lights were all timed to light up the animals when our boat drove past and the driver used a spotlight to surprise us with alligators or snakes. It was really fun!

It was 8pm when we got off our last ride and we were waiting around for the 8:30pm fireworks. We found a hotdog stand and bought one for dinner then found a spot to wait. The fireworks signified the end of the day and weren’t as intense as I was hoping. They were to the left of the castle, which I thought was a bit strange, but Morgan suggested that they were the same fireworks for both theme parks. Makes sense.

I thought the commute to our new accom was going to be a nuisance but we got out of the park in 10 minutes, collected our luggage, got onto a train (1 stop only) and had a 4 minute walk to our hotel. We were in robes, on our beds within 30 minutes I reckon. Our new hotel, Okura Hotel Tokyo Bay, is LUX. Our room is ginormous, we have a bath AND a shower and room to walk around! What a time to be alive.

Off to Disney Sea tomorrow! Wahoo!

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Disney+ added the show Ghost Whisperer. It stars Jennifer Love Hewitt. Her character name is Melinda and she owns a antique shop. On the side she see's ghosts. She helps them crossover. I always heard it was a good show. It came out in 2005. I decided to try it out. I just finished episode 5. When I say, this show fucked me up. It literally fucked me up. I never cried over a movie. I never cried over a show either. The second episode made me emotional. But episode 5.... Omg Skip, I balled like a baby. Episode 5 is called Lost Boys.

The episode is about Melinda and Andrea is at a estate sale buying up stuff at a old Inn. Someone brought up the property, so there's going to be a auction and the new owner plans on tearing down the Inn. Well, it turned out the old Inn was use to be a orphanage home for boys. There was a fire that they say killed 4 boys. Ronald (Aka Rat), Vic, Marty and Ernie. They found the bodies of the first 3. But not Ernie and presumed him dead. Melinda is worried for the boys because there is a demolition coming. She wants to cross them over. One night at the Inn, she reads the Peter Pan story too them. Well, long story short, Ernie turned out to be alive and he is the one that brought the property. He got away during the night of the fire and he was the one that accidentally caused it in the basement. Melinda does get all 3 boys to cross over, before they leave, this is where it fucks me up...

Ronald/Rat: "Goodbye Wendy."

Melinda: "Goodbye Peter."

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You have to watch the episode. You don't have to watch the entire season. Watch the episode.

It's Ghost Whisper: Season 1 - Episode 5 titled Lost Boys.

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