#yonderland fanfic

[viola-halogen]

12 Days of Thanktival — Day 9: Hurt-Comfort/Elders/Snow Day

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[AO3 link]

Relationships: Scribe Elder Ho-Tan/Wise Elder Vex, Scribe Elder Ho-Tan & Wise Elder Vex

Characters: Scribe Elder Ho-Tan, Wise Elder Vex, Chief Elder Choop, Vice Elder Flowers, Lord Elder Pressley

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Summary: When Ho-Tan gets hurt sledding, Vex takes care of her.

A/N: Me and my family usually go sledding whenever we get a lot of snow so it was really fun incorporating that into this fic as something the Elders and Youngers would do together.

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Better

A ten minute walk from the Elders’ Chamber there was a steep hill that sloped downwards into a narrow dip before coming up again on the other side, and sometimes on days when it snowed properly the Elders and Youngers would go sledding there.

It was a popular destination on snow days, and they would usually be joined by families from the local villages, which meant that they had to get there first thing in the morning to be sure of the best spot. They’d done well this year, getting up at the crack of dawn and dragging their sleds through the woods by the light of the moons, so that it was still mostly dark by the time they set up their camping chairs at the top of the hill. They were all wrapped up warm in coats, scarves and gloves—even a begrudging Flowers—and Ho-Tan had made hot chocolate for all of them. While they waited for it to get light enough to start sledding, they huddled together for warmth and talked excitedly about the day ahead of them. Before long other groups started to show up, and when the hilltop was starting to get crowded, Choop leapt to his feet.

“Raise you to the bottom!” he announced gleefully, positioning his sled to get the best takeoff and sitting down.

“You’re on, old boy!” Vex said, struggling to get into his sled. Irk sat on his lap and took the reins of the sled, as everyone else got into position. Only when they were all ready did Choop push off, flying down the hill and gaining speed as he went. Vex gave a push with his legs and then they were racing off after Choop. The sled was slightly too small for both of them and rocked from side to side, so that they both had to fight to keep their balance.

“You remember how to steer this thing, right?” Vex yelled in Irk’s ear as they swerved dangerously around Pressley and almost went flying.

“What?” Irk turned around to shout, and at that moment the sled spun out of control, flipping over and dumping them both in the snow. Luckily Irk was still holding onto the reins, and the sled didn’t continue to slide down the hill.

“Are you alright?” Vex asked his son as he dusted snow from himself.

“That was awesome!” Irk cried. “Let’s do it again!”

Vex grinned and got to his feet, taking the sled from Irk and beginning the trek back to the top. Unfortunately going up the hill was a lot harder than going down, and by the time they made it he was out of breath and feeling rather warm in all his layers.

“Here’s an idea,” Vex said, gesturing to a sled that lay on its side, currently not in use. It belonged to Ho-Tan, he was pretty sure, and was a lot bigger than the one he and Irk had been sharing. “You take ours, I’ll take this one, and we’ll race to the bottom.”

“Deal,” Irk said.

They sledded for hours as the sun gradually made its way across the sky. At one point it clouded over and began to snow again, and the kids made a game of trying to catch snowflakes on their tongues. They were beginning to carve out tracks in the snow where it had been compressed under their sleds, which only seemed to make them go faster. A steady stream of people had been arriving all morning now, and the sledders were becoming increasingly packed together.

Vex had just made it back up to the top of the hill and was pausing to get his breath back when it happened. One minute he was watching Choop and Ho-Tan sledding along next to each other, and the next Ho-Tan’s sled ran over a rock, diverted violently from its path and crashed straight into Choop’s. They went tumbling down the hill together, coming to a stop in a small ditch near the bottom, and Vex was horrified to hear a cry of pain from one of them. He didn’t hesitate, abandoning his sled and stumbling down the hill, using his hands for grip on the ground, his boots ploughing the snow as he half-ran, half-slid to where they had landed. When he got there both Choop and Ho-Tan were sitting up, their sleds cast to one side. Ho-Tan was clutching at her head and wincing, while Choop held her other arm and turned it this way and that, examining her wrist. He gave it a small twist, and Ho-Tan cried out in pain, biting down on her lip.

“Alfie! Are you okay?” Vex cried, and they both looked up at him.

“I think her wrist is broken,” Choop said. “The sled ran over her arm on the way down. She hit her head on the ground as well.”

“Let’s get back up to the top,” Vex said. “We can come back for the sleds.”

Ho-Tan nodded somewhat dazedly and leant on Vex to stand up, and the three of them began the trek up the hill. When they got there Vex sat with Ho-Tan, while Choop went to get the sleds.

“You need to go home and get that seen to,” Vex told her. “I’ve got a potion to fix broken bones somewhere. I’ll come back with you.”

Ho-Tan shook her head. “No—I don’t want to ruin your day,” she said. “You stay here and have fun. I’ll be alright on my own.”

“Nonsense,” Vex said. “I can’t leave you to go off on your own when you’re hurt, what kind of a jerk would do that? And I’m sure Flowers won’t mind keeping an eye on Alvin and Irk while we’re gone, will you?”

“Of course not,” Flowers chimed in. “No brother—or sister—should be left to suffer alone.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Ho-Tan said. “Okay, let’s go.”

Vex and Ho-Tan headed away from the group and began to walk back towards the Elders’ Chamber. The walk seemed considerably longer with Ho-Tan shivering by his side and desperately trying to conceal the miserable look of pain on her face from him.

“How badly does it hurt?” he asked her gently.

“My head feels worse,” she said. “My wrist just feels sort of… funny. But it hurts when I try to move it.”

Vex reached out and put an arm around her shoulders. “We’re nearly there now,” he said. “Just a bit further.”

Ho-Tan nodded, but said nothing. When at last they rounded the corner and found themselves outside the front door to the Chamber, Vex pulled out his keys and let them in. He took Ho-Tan straight to the kitchen, where there was a fire still blazing in the hearth, and sat her down in front of it.

“Stay here and get warm,” he told her. “I’ll be right back.”

He made his way to his room and started rummaging around for the healing potion he knew he had somewhere—he’d bought it on a whim from Wizard Bradley a while ago and since forgotten about it. Finally he found it, stuffed at the bottom of his emergency supply kit (it was mostly spare buttons and a bag of dried fruit) and rushed back downstairs to Ho-Tan. He found her cradling her broken wrist in her lap and wincing in pain. It was already swollen and bruised, and the sight of it made Vex’s heart pang with sympathy.

“I found it,” he said, dropping into the chair next to her and uncorking the small glass bottle. “Here, drink this.”

Ho-Tan took the bottle with her good hand and necked it, grimacing at its foul taste. Then she put it down and turned to face Vex. “That was really disgusting,” she said. “What’s it made of, fish guts?”

Vex laughed. “I’ll make us hot chocolate in a minute, that’ll take the taste away.”

“Aah!” Ho-Tan cried suddenly, clutching at her wrist in pain. Vex had only taken that kind of healing potion once before, but he remembered exactly how painful it could be as your bones magically underwent the months-long process of repairing themselves in a matter of minutes. He reached out and wrapped his arms around Ho-Tan, stroking her shoulder.

“It… it hurts…” she said.

“That means it’s working,” Vex said. “I know it’s horrible… just hold on, it fades pretty quickly.”

Ho-Tan nodded and buried her face in Vex’s chest. He could tell how much effort it was taking her not to cry out in pain, and he felt a rush of admiration for her strength and perseverance. A few minutes passed like that, but eventually the pain seemed to abate, because she sat up and managed a watery smile.

“How do you feel now?” Vex asked her.

“A lot better,” she said. “It’s still kind of numb, but I can move it again.” She bent her wrist gently to demonstrate. Vex took her hand and felt it gently, to confirm that the break had been fully fixed. Then he examined her forehead as well—it was going to bruise spectacularly, but there was no serious damage done. The best thing to do would most likely be to let it heal on its own.

“That’s good,” he said. “You might want to be careful with it for the next few days, but other than that you should be completely fine.”

Ho-Tan smiled weakly at him. “Thank you for taking care of me,” she said. “It was very sweet of you. I’m just sorry I ruined your day—I know how much you love it when it snows.”

“Don’t be silly,” he said. “Nothing is more important to me than making sure you’re okay. There’ll be other snow days. All that matters now is looking after you.”

A warm pink colour spread across Ho-Tan’s cheeks, and she leant her head on his shoulder again.

“You’re the best,” she told him. “Thank you.”

He wrapped his arms around her, and leant down to kiss the top of her head. “No problem,” he said. “I’ll always take care of you.”

[angel-abound]

my new hyperfixation over anything six idiots related could not have come at a worse time,, i have deadlines for uni coursework in the next couple of days and instead i'm sat here running through every vocal stim i've absorbed from all their content

having a blast though!!! so swings and roundabouts i guess 🙃 my uni work will simply have to suffer

[ginzburgjake]

i’m doing a crack fic and i’m only marginally sorry. the more i write the worse it becomes.

update: added a holiday version

[viola-halogen]

Awe this was so sweet! I love the idea of Bradley and Mojo taking Boo in and giving him a home and a family to stay with. Wizard Bradley is one of my favourite side characters as well so I loved reading this.

Thanktival 2022 - Day 3 - Yonderland

Title: The Offer [AO3]

Characters: Mojo, Wizard Bradley & Boo

Prompt: One-Off Character

Summary: Bradley and Mojo give Boo a place to stay on Thanktival.

A/N: Young Charlie at the end is, of course, Larry's chamberlain who I named Charles in my fics and little Belladonna is that lovely Elder lady that can often be seen in the background of the Chamber scenes.

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The Offer

Mojo groaned and stretched his arms above his head.

“What a day,” he said from where he was perched on Bradley’s right shoulder – the perfect vantage point to keep an eye on the whole square. “I can’t wait to get home and escape all this Thanktival craziness. If I hear one more person begging us to – hey, old man, are you even listening?”

Bradley hummed in absentminded acknowledgment.

With an annoyed huff that ended up becoming a vicious sneeze, Mojo turned to see what he was looking at. The square was emptying all around them but there on the other end one person stood still in a rolling sea of people, looking slightly lost. Even from this distance it wasn’t hard to recognise Boo with his white face and bright hair. He’d become a regular performer at the square these past few weeks and despite a rocky start had managed to win over the crowd’s hearts with his bright, innocent smile and rather charming clumsiness. He made people laugh with his funny nose in the same way Mojo and Bradley made them gasp in awe with their magic, and Mojo respected that. He’d grown to like the guy, awkward as he might be, and he knew Bradley had a soft spot for him as well.

Which would explain the troubled look on his wizard’s face as they watched Boo hang his head and turn to go, every now and then glancing up at the warmly lit windows and the happy families behind the glass wistfully. He looked sad in a way he never did when he performed, and terribly lonely.

“I don’t think he has anywhere to go,” Bradley said quietly.

Mojo knew exactly where this would be going when Bradley looked at him, silently begging him to understand, to agree. As if there was even the slightest chance that Mojo wouldn’t. They both knew what it felt like to have no one to turn to. The Great Wizard Hunts had robbed them of all their friends and after that they’d lost sight of each other as well, too hung up about petty things that ultimately hadn’t mattered at all.

Mojo would never wish that terrible feeling of loneliness on anyone, least of all someone who spent his days bringing joy to other people and making them laugh.

“Come on, then,” he said softly. “Let’s offer him a place to stay.”

Bradley smiled at him, all crinkly and grateful, and gently knocked their heads together. “You’re the best, Mojo.”

“I know,” Mojo replied good-naturedly before he turned his head away to cough.

They crossed the square – well, Bradley did – and managed to catch Boo just as he was turning into one of the side streets. He looked surprised when they called his name, and just a little apprehensive when they stopped him. “Mr Bradley? Mr Mojo?”

“Hi Boo,” Bradley said breathlessly, sounding a little winded from the brisk walk. Mojo, feeling another coughing fit coming on, opted for a wave. “And please, it’s just Bradley and Mojo. No need for such formalities, Boo. We’re all friends here, aren’t we?”

Boo ducked his head shyly. “That’s very kind of you to say, Mr – Bradley.”

The lad was trying, bless him, Mojo thought as the tickle in his throat became too insistent to ignore. He coughed once, twice and then a third time. Boo looked at him with a rather worried expression. “Are you quite all right?”

Mojo waved his worries away. “Just a cold. I promise I’m not contagious. Not to humans, anyway.”

“Good thing too because he’s been coughing and sneezing my ear off all day,” Bradley said with a smile that let Boo know he hadn’t minded one bit.

“Well,” Boo said. “I hope you’ll feel better soon. It’s a shame to be sick on Thanktival.”

That was the opening Mojo had been waiting for. “Speaking of which: we were actually wondering if you’d like to join us for dinner before the song contest tonight? The old man here has made enough to feed a whole army.”

Bradley had, in fact, spent the better part of the morning making potato salad – their traditional Thanktival dinner dish and something Mojo had found himself missing terribly last year when they’d been separated.

“Oh, I couldn’t intrude on a day such as this,” Boo said at once, wide-eyed . “It wouldn’t be right.”

“Do you have other plans, then?” Bradley asked, obviously not planning to give up just yet. “Someone to spend Thanktival with?”

Boo glanced down at his feet and shook his head. “Sometimes, Mr Bojangles lets me sit by his fire but I think he’s busy this year.”

It was one of the saddest sentences Mojo had ever heard. It also confirmed his and Bradley’s suspicions that Boo had no friends, no family – not even a real home by the sound of it.

“I heard he’s participating in the song contest,” Bradley said. “Coaching the Elders’ Youngers.”

“Oh,” Boo breathed and his whole face lit up with a smile. “That must mean he’s finally overcome his fear!”

He looked so genuinely happy for Bojangles in that moment that Mojo couldn’t help but wonder how such a kind-hearted person could possibly find himself all alone on a day like Thanktival. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair.

“Why don’t you go and watch the performance with Bradley later?” he suggested.

Bradley nodded but Boo shook his head. “I wouldn’t want to distract Mr Bojangles. His music’s important to him, you know? Even if it’s been a long time since he’s played any.”

“Then at least join us for the evening,” Bradley gently urged once more. “We have more than enough food to share and between you and me, I would feel a lot better about going to the song contest if I knew Mojo wasn’t alone while he’s sick.”

The last part, said in a lowered voice as if sharing a secret, was clearly added for Boo’s benefit. Bradley knew very well that Mojo neither minded him going to the song contest or being on his own for a few hours. He had a cold, not a life-threatening disease.

“But I have nothing to give to you in return,” Boo said, very quietly.

“Yes, you have,” Mojo said and hopped onto his shoulder. “Your company – which I would appreciate very much.”

“It would be more than enough,” Bradley added.

For a moment, Boo looked at a loss. Then, visibly battling with his emotions, he whispered a heartfelt, “Thank you. You’re being very kind.”

They spend the rest of the afternoon and evening eating, laughing and singing together. It was one of the merriest Thanktivals Mojo could remember ever having and when Boo fell asleep on their sofa just shortly after Bradley returned from the song contest, he turned to Bradley and asked, “We won’t make him leave in the morning, will we?”

“No,” Bradley said and draped a blanket over Boo with gentle care. “He’s welcome to stay for as long as he likes.”

Mojo could tell by the look in his eyes that Bradley was hoping Boo would stay forever. He wouldn’t be the first kid they’d given a home to over the years. He still remembered quite fondly when young Charlie with his injured leg and dashed dreams of becoming a knight had lived with them, and the day little Belladonna who had lost her parents and wasn’t wanted in her uncle’s home had completed their little family. She now held a seat on the Council of Elders and would be coming over for lunch tomorrow with Charlie – a Thanktival tradition of theirs Mojo was looking forward to very much after last year’s rather dreary and lonely festivities. And maybe, just maybe, Boo would be there as well, lighting up the room with his smile. He might not realise it yet but he was part of their family now. It was an odd one, granted, but Mojo wouldn’t trade it for the any of the twelve realms.

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Playtime (Gore AU)

(Follow-up to @idiotwithanipad 's fic The Woods, featuring her oc Amy and one or two Yonderland references)

Amy's finger practically stabs Silver's palm.

"Don't....want....dress....Just....want....home." the blind witchling interprets before giggling, inwardly cursing her body for the impulse. This is the worst time to laugh; "Oh, Fizzy, I dunno how to tell you this but...we can't leave here. Trust me. I've been here probably since before you were born. Hehehe! I mean...it be one thing if it were just my mummy and your daddy dragging us back...But it's more than that..."

She holds onto Amy's hand.

"Fluffy Friend, can you lead us to the magic wall please?" She asks.

A grunt comes in response.

Silver gently tugs Amy along as she follows her nose in the wake of the trail Ra's body leaves behind as moves on. It's only a few yards into the woods until they stop.

Mummy's ally grunts again to confirm they've arrived.

"Thanks a bunch! Hehehe." She turns back to Amy, letting go of her hand; "I used to try to run away from Mummy many times. It was so silly! All I knew was the people who stole me from her who said they were my parents. It didn't make sense to me that my real mummy was a four hundred year old witch, hehehehe! So when my brain stopped being all fuzzy, I'd run as far as I could....but I could never make it past here, or anywhere the magic wall is. Haven't you been here before? You might have done but maybe you forgot, hehehe....This place is fucked up like that."

A gurgled murmur. A stomp of a heavy boot. Silver can tell her friend is frustrated and upset. The fact she can't talk must make it all the more maddening.

Amy grabs her hand again and writes three letters.

"Bye?...Oh." She just gives a sad smile.

Amy lets her go. Silver hears her footsteps quicken as she rushes forward.

A whoosh.

"Mmmf!"

Another run. Then whoosh.

And again. And again.

It takes every ounce of restraint for Silver to contain her giggles. Last thing she wants is for Amy to think she's making fun of her for what she herself did all too often.

"See? It's not just them. It's this place. Hehehehe." Like holding in a breath, she has to let it out before she combusts, "We're trapped here, and so are they."

Ra lets out a grunt to confirm that fact. Feeling her heart ache for him, Silver reaches to stroke his mane.

"I bet you've lost count of how many times you've tried to cross the magic wall, haven't you, friend?" She smiles sadly.

Another gurgle and stomp comes from Amy before a soft thud. Silver tentatively reaches her hand out to find she's sunk to her knees, hands over her head, rocking a little.

"Hey, hey," She kneels down with her and takes her hands; "Like I said, it's a pile of wank. But...it doesn't have to be. It took me some time, and perhaps a dash of Stockholm Syndrome hahaha....But we can make the best of it?"

Her mind's eye sees Amy frown at her as if to say 'are you for fucking real?'

Silver's laugh is genuine that time.

"I'm serious! Come on, I'll prove it to you! You don't have to have a pretty dress, you can have...Hmm...."

Her hands pad up Amy's arms, feeling the fabric of her hoodie, as an idea begins to form in her damaged brain.

With a squeak of excitement, Silver claps her hands.

"That's it! Hahaha....Okay. Mr. Floof, I'm about to do something incredibly stupid so if it goes tits up then please get Amy somewhere safe, okay? Ta!"

Ra's grunt sounds like an agreement, but with a touch of hesitation. For good reason.

Amy mumbles, and she can almost hear in the confused tone. 'What are you-?'

Silver takes a deep breath.

"Mummy!"

The response is instant, as it always is. Less than a second after she's made the call, making sure not to sound too afraid or hurt, but still rather urgently in need, it works.

She hears the rush of wind and feels the sudden waft of heat, followed by the crackle of embers and the scent of burned toast up her nostrils.

"Darling girl, is everything....?" Mummy spots the person at her side and her loving tone hardens to stone; "What-."

Silver raises her hand; "Mummy, just let me explain, please!"

While she was ready for her mother to erupt, she's taken off guard by the gurgled scream from her friend. Liquid sloshes to the ground at their feet.

Turning around, Silver reaches for her friend's face, her thumb feeling a damp on her chin.

"Oh dear, are you okay, Amy? Were you sick?" She frets.

Amy shakes her head and grabs Silver's hand.

"Witch....will....get....me." She frowns, then giggles again; "No she won't, silly! It's only Mummy. She wouldn't hurt any friend of mine. Would you, Mummy? Tell her!"

She looks towards the tall figure of flame and smoke that glows in her blotched vision. The silhouette of a protective mother goddess who has been one of only two constants since she fell into this mad other world.

Faintly, after a rather long pause, she sees her mother smile.

"'Course. No harm shall befall any companion of my little'en." Mummy promises, stepping forward.

Amy trembles more as Mummy approaches. Silver sticks close to her, squeezing her hand.

"But tell me now, girls. What is thou doing here without my foreknowledge of such a meeting?"

"It was my idea, Mummy. I crept towards the house." Silver lied, quickly, before either Amy or Ra felt compelled to tell the truth.

No reason for either of them to get in trouble.

"Again, child?!" Mummy grits her teeth, exasperated.

"Yes, hehehehe, I'm sorry, I am, but I didn't go in this time, honest! I just went to Amy's window and convinced her to come out to play was all. I told her that you said it was okay..."

She feels Mummy's bony hand touch her chin.

"Hmm. You be the worst liar, Silver Guppy, you knows that?" Mummy's chiding is not unkind.

Silver blushes. Worth a try.

A shuffle, and Ra lets out a grunt.

"Yous? You lead the girl here? To Hades, the pair of ye!" Mummy sighs, throwing her hands up.

Silver reaches to stroke Ra's mane in thanks. So long as the blame isn't put on Amy for running away, it's not like she was trying to meet her. She only wanted to be free. A yearning that Silver remembers all too well.

"Explains why your da be making such a noise from the window and sending his husk roaming for you!" Mummy says to Amy, who shivers again.

Silver links her arm through her friends.

"Mummy. You said foundlings can only be taken from their parents if the child wishes to leave and they're not being nice. Well Amy isn't happy with her daddy! Let her stay here, even if just for a little bit...Like a sleepover! Except without me sleeping tonight, hehehe."

"T'is not that simple, darling girl. It must be Amy's choice if she wishes to remain. And whilst you twos may have many a jape together, what about whilst you be asleep, hmm?" Mummy challenges.

"I...I didn't think about that."

Fuck. Stupid sleeping curse. It would suck for Amy to be by herself in the forest for a month until Silver woke up again. But at least she'd have Ra, who is learning to be kinder. A little.

And Mummy would look after her, wouldn't she? Amy must see that she's not scary.

"But surely it's better than her being trapped in that room all day! Especially when she has the choice to leave the house, unlike poor Kitty."

Amy makes a confused hum.

"Oh! Remind me to tell you about her later."

Mummy clicks her tongue; "Sweet girl, the only one who can break a foundling bond is the child and she wouldst have to confront the Headless one herself. But I sense her feelings towards him be more complicated than she let's on."

Amy made no sound of response but Silver could feel the slight slacken of her grip.

Oh. Of course, this place's influence would already be affecting her, as it did Silver. If her mind has already started to be warped to think of the headless man as her dad then it will only solidify as time goes on. Silver knows this all too well.

"Well....if that's what she wants to do then I'll be at her side. And if she wants to go back to her daddy and only visit once a month, that's okay too..." Silver states. That's fair, isn't it? "But, just for tonight, please Mummy...Can I give her a present?"

Mummy tilts her head; "A present?"

Silver let's go of her friend and skips to her mum's side, reaching up to whisper something in her ear.

"Oh..." Mummy says, "Well. I 'spose that be doable."

She walks towards Amy, who Silver can hear trembling again. Her mind's eye sees Ra creep close to her and nudge against her side, for support and comfort. Good boy.

Mummy stands over the girl and speaks; "I....apologise, young Amy, for any intimidation I mays have caused with my behavior before. Please let it be understood...all I cares about is the safety of my family. Sometimes I do go to extreme lengths to succour that."

Amy seemed too frozen with fear to respond.

"However...if you be my daughter's companion, whether that be in living here or the odd visit, I concede that makes ye family too."

Silver can't contain her squeal of joy, jumping a little on her boots.

"My daughter wishes to bestow a gift upon thee. To do I require access to your mind again, but have no fear. I willst not intrude on your memories. I only need to open your third eye."

The mute girl grunts in confusion again.

"T'is the eye of imagination in your brain. T'is what allows my Silver, whose human eyes be rotten, to see the world which I have made for her enjoyment. Might need more focus from you, as you be cursed with the opposite affliction of being unable to close your eyes."

Mummy raises her hands. Tendrils of smoke coil around her wrists and then slowly wriggle towards Amy's head.

Silver sees her shiver, can smell the sweat of panic.

"Look at me, Fizzy Girl! Please trust me. It will be okay. You'll like it. And if you don't then you only have to tell Mummy and it will stop, hehehehe." She tries to assure.

Mummy's magic forms a smoky veil over Amy's eyes while the rest slithers into her ears and her brow. She then moves one of her arms back and directs some of the energy towards Silver, who eagerly embraces it like an old friend, instead of squirming away in fear as she once had.

The darkness shrinks and her home, her enchanted forest, returns in full technicolor.

For Amy, the bleak and mundane English wood of brown and black would be transformed into a grove illuminated by floating balls of fae light, the moon shining bright silver down through the emerald leaves. The common moths and other insects become cheeky sprites and nymphs perched on branches, peeking in on then. The witch who cast the spell, the walking husk of bone and crispy flesh, is now as Silver always sees her. Whole and unmarked, a tall woman with a round face and twinkling eyes, thick dark hair cascading down her shoulders, her tattered peasant dress replaced with a black and ember orange gown.

Silver giggles as she twirls in her own gown, a similar style to her mother's but matching the hot pink and ebony of her hair. As she twirls, she shows off to Amy her feet, clad in even chunkier black boots then she wore before instead of tiny heels.

"Isn't it amazing?! I told you! Here, have your present! Go on, Mummy, give it to her!"

"Patience, little'en, for Hecate's sake." Mummy tuts.

She waves her hands over Amy's form.

Her hoodie transforms into a long hooded cloak, with glittering electric blue stars down the sleeves and the same trim on the hem. Her boots are also given a small upgrade, blue scales like armor on the toes.

"Hahaha, you look so fucking cool! Like an apprentice sorceress or something!" Silver bounces up to her; "Do you like it? You can change it however you want, or wear anything you want, you just have to let Mummy know how you want it!"

Amy pulls the hood up, but just seems to be testing how it feels before lowering it again, then checking out the blue stars that seem to grow and shrink, and then feels the scalded armour on her boots.

"It's...it feels so real. Wait. What the fuck-?" She touches her mouth, that remain firmly closed, and yet; "How am I speaking?!"

"Hehehehe, you're not, silly, you're thinking! Mummy's spell connects our thoughts. The magic let's me see and it gives you a voice....sort of. Still wouldn't recommend trying to open your mouth. Soz." Silver turns to her mother; "Please, Mummy, can me and Amy just play together for a little while before she makes her choice! Can I at least show her the dragons? Please, please, please!"

"All right, all right, if it stops ye mewling like a kitten for food, ye pest." Mummy pokes her nose; "Just don't stray too far!"

Silver grabs Amy's hand, giggling as she leads her through the forest. They have to jump over a shallow stream, barely a muddy trickle in reality, now appearing as a tiny sparkling river home to water nymphs and toads that walk on their hind legs.

The fairy creatures don't flee from Silver as she rushes through, instead they wave to each other.

"Hi, Fred! Hi, Betsy! Ooh, I love your new wings. Can't stop, Kirsty, promise we'll catch up later. Hehehehe." She greets them as they pass.

"I...It all looks so real...." Amy's inner voice echoes out, stunned.

"It's as real as you want it to be! Hehehe. When the real world is shit, why not escape to a fantasy world? We're dead anyway, not like it's gonna do us much more harm."

"Yeah but....I dunno if I like this, Silv. Don't like not knowing what's real and what's not..."

"Oooh, I'm guessing you never took much drugs. Good for you, hehehe."

"Monster drinks were more my addiction."

"Oh? What's that?"

"You...didn't have energy drinks in your time?"

"In my time! Hahaha, only died in 2003, I ain't ancient! Haha. We had Red Bull? Is it like that?"

"Yes and no....Fuck, I wish I could have some now. Might help me to enjoy this. It's weird coz there's a whole load it it in my mouth right now but I can't swallow."

Silver huffs on her friend's behalf; "That is a bummer. Here, you might like this!"

She guides her friend towards the lake, now surrounded by mountains at the other side where giants can be seen roaming the peaks, and elves and high fae lounge on the banks, dipping their toes in the water or having a swim with the merfolk.

Silver guides Amy to the shallow most part and they kneel down.

"This water can taste of anything you like! Watch!" She scoops up a handful and sups at it; "Ahh! White Russian Vodka, hahaha. But if Mummy asks, it's root beer."

"But how am I supposed to-?"

Silver pushes her friend's head into it. Amy splutters and then pushes herself back up.

"You bitch, that went right up my nose!" She glared at her, mouth still sealed shut.

"Hehehehe, and what can you smell?"

"I....Oh shit." Amy blinks and stumbles back, as if having taken a hit of something noxious; "Oh sweet Mango Loco, I've fucking missed you!"

"Hahahaha, see!" Silver claps her hands; "Worth the dick move, yeah?"

Amy repays her by shoving her head down too. Silver opens her mouth to swallow a mouthful of sweetened spirits. A shame she can't get drunk but being eternally high is just as good.

After Amy's taste had been literally sated, Silver walks with her around the lake, introducing her to some of the others.

On their way, two men dressed as cavaliers nearly bump into them, then apologise and proceed to struggle to decide which of them is more sorry.

"No, good sir, twas my fault for not moving aside for the fair maidens!"

"How wrong you are, my good fellow, twas my doing! I am the one to apologise!"

Silver tugs Amy's wrist; "Don't worry about them, they'll be here all day, best to leave them to it."

A petite figure with silky hair and wearing a blue robe smiles at her.

"Ah, Princess, are we still up for our shopping trip tomorrow? Trevor wishes for me to get him some clogs while we're out and about." She asks, demurely.

"How does a blob wear-? Never mind. Of course, Ho-Tan, wouldn't miss it!"

Amy can only stare at all the strange people and things surrounding them.

"Are they all...like us?"

"You mean dead? No, silly. They only exist in Mummy's world for us." Silver answers, when out of earshot from her 'friends'.

"So....they're not really here? You're just talking to air?"

"Sure, if you wanna spoil the fun. How real did that Monster drink smell to you?"

"....Real enough." Amy concedes.

Exactly. Silver giggles again and finally they arrive at the foot of the mountain.

In a small undergrove, rest a nest of baby dragons, no bigger than cats. They lift their long necks as the girls approach, each one a different, vibrant color from scarlet to onyx to emerald to violet and more.

"Aww, look how big you guys are getting! Who wants a cuddle?" Silver reaches for the one who is the first to move closer, the violet beast most eager to stretch her wings. "This is Amy! She's our friend. I know you're still practicing your fire so don't singe her."

The girls sit and crouch beside the dragons, all of them eager to crawl and nuzzle the new human. The sapphire one seems most drawn to her cloak, attempting to crawl up on her shoulder.

"This...is so fucking weird." She looks at Silver, those clenched lips turning upward slightly, a tiny glint in those strained wide eyes; "But it's a cool weird."

"Told you!"

Their mum soon arrives, a thirty foot tall giant beast of bronze scales and fiersome wings. She doesn't seem the least bit threatened by the girls playing with her litter.

Instead she lowers her head for Silver to hug her massive nose.

"She says we can go for a ride if you want? What d'you reckon?"

"....Ride a dragon? Seriously?!"

"Hehehe, what's the worse that could happen? Hahahaha."

The mother dragon rests her head on the ground so Silver can use her horn to hoist herself up and onto the back of her. She reaches a hand down for Amy.

"Come on, Fizzy Girl! Die a little! Hehehe."

Amy shakes her head at the sheer insanity. Then she takes her hand.

-

Mistress is struggling, that he can see.

It took her long enough to master creating and controlling a fantasy world for the dancing girl to enjoy. Something far more visceral and tangible than the soft medicine she seeped into his brain to ease his thoughts. Over the years she seemed to have managed it.

But now, with two?

Ra watches as his Mistress stands, smoke and embers decorating her aura, moving her hands as if kneeding a ball of dough, her eyes two black coals.

Her magic, her dark energy, cloaks the two young girls, manipulating their senses to create the fairytale world around them. Her fire helps with the illusion of friendly dragons that the Moonah Girl seems to enjoy the most. The smoke lifts them up off their feet to give them the sense of flight. Silver laughs, as she always does, but with shining sincerity this time as she rides through the air with a real friend at her side. The hooded girl with the stompy boots spits up some of her drink as she struggles not to cheer from the terrifying yet undeniable thrill of flight.

Part of him, that fun loving side buried deep beneath his hardened shell, envies their childlike delight and innocence. He could ask Mistress to create such delights for him but he's satisfied with what she already provides.

This will be too much for her. He can hear it in the crackle of her embers.

Ra nudges her side.

"T'is all right, dear ally. I has this in hand. It be worth the effort..." She responds, straining, doing all she can to keep the world as real as possible for the children; "Listen to that, ally. Hear their laughter. There be no sweeter sound, is there."

He grunts, inclined to agree, wishing the moment could be frozen forever so that the two would always be this happy. But he knew, with the curse of accepting reality, Mistress would not be able to do this all the time. It's easy enough with Moonah Girl only being awake three nights a month. But if the stompy girl wished to stay...He thinks he'd be rather poor company compared to her friend.

Another problem arises when he hears a shuffle nearby and his hackles raise, sensing an intruder.

When he turns, his pose protectively guarding his Mistress, he sees the blood-soaked body of the cloaked one stumbling towards him.

"WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?!" demands the head held tight in the crook of his own elbow.

[xnumb-little-bugx]

I never unsubscribe from anything on AO3 - which means it's a nightmare trying to find anything but it means I get the absolute joy of discovering that the author of a story I loved from one fandom is also writing a story I love from another fandom. Nothing nicer than discovering you have fandoms in common with authors you love! <3

[ao3feed-yonderland]

by Ailendolin

A series of ficlets based on prompts. Series 1 can be found here, series 2 is here and series 3 is here.

01. Ho-Tan/Vex (Moon and Stars) 02. Mary & Annie (Birthday) 03. Robin/Julian (Home) 04. DI Bones/Mike Peabody (Comfort) 05. Ian/Gabriel (Trust) 06. Humphrey & Sophie (Trust) 07. Robin/Julian (Moon and Stars) 08. Ian/Gabriel (Home) 09. Dissectus/Voltari (Rain) 10. Julian/Thomas (Hug) 11. Robin/Julian (Smile) 12. The Captain/Havers (Promise) 13. Robin & Humphrey (Holding Hands) 14. Thomas/Nigel (Birthday) 15. The Captain/Havers (Surprise)

Words: 715, Chapters: 1/15, Language: English

Fandoms: Ghosts (TV 2019), Yonderland (TV), Bill (2015), Horrible Histories

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M

Characters: Scribe Elder Ho-Tan, Wise Elder Vex, Annie (Ghosts TV 2019), Mary (Ghosts TV 2019), Julian Fawcett, Robin (Ghosts TV 2019), D.I. Bones (Horrible Histories), Mike Peabody, Ian (Bill 2015), Gabriel Montoya (Bill 2015), One Whole Humphrey Bone, Sophie (Ghosts TV 2019), Dissectus (Yonderland), Voltari (Yonderland), The Elder Youngers, Thomas Thorne (Ghosts TV 2019), The Captain (Ghosts TV 2019), Lieutenant Havers (Ghosts TV 2019), Nigel the Plague Victim (Ghosts TV 2019), Rachel Fawcett (Ghosts TV 2019)

Relationships: Scribe Elder Ho-Tan/Wise Elder Vex, Annie & Mary (Ghosts TV 2019), Julian Fawcett/Robin, Julian Fawcett & Robin, D.I. Bones/Mike Peabody, Ian/Gabriel Montoya (Bill 2015), One Whole Humphrey Bone & Sophie, Dissectus/Voltari (Yonderland), Julian Fawcett/Thomas Thorne, The Captain/Lieutenant Havers (Ghosts TV 2019), One Whole Humphrey Bone & Robin, Nigel the Plague Victim/Thomas Thorne (Ghosts TV 2019), Julian Fawcett & Rachel Fawcett

Additional Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Family, Presents, Child Loss, Birthday, Sickfic, Hugs, Trust, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Grief/Mourning, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, Rain, Surprises, Kissing, First Kiss, Promises

[devotedtomarvel]

It’s been over a year since my last list soooo…..

If you’re here to request a fic, here are my yeses and nos:

YES (fandoms) -

Ghosts

Sherlock

Doctor Who

All Creatures Great and Small

Horrible Histories

Yonderland

NO (fandoms) -

Marvel

Real person fics

Minecraft RPF

Anime

YES (tags) -

Fluff

Angst

Light smut

Some kinks

Any AU

Oneshots

Drabbles

Kidfics

NO (tags) -

Hardcore smut

A/B/O dynamics

Multi chapter fics

Own characters (unless requests are made with my oc request form below)

Reader insert

Graphic r*pe or non-con

Graphic violence

If your request has been rejected when you didn’t request anything I wouldn’t do, drop me a message and I’ll review it again or give you a reason.

This account can be hard to manage sometimes, so I do have helpers and they can get things wrong sometimes!

If you made a request, it was accepted and it hasn’t been written yet, drop me a message and I will let you know when it will be posted and why it took so long.

The bets are, I probably forgot and your message is exactly what I needed to remember.

So, let yourself go!

[frogs-and-oscar-brainrot]

Yonderland dudes, in a need for Bombero fanfic (Mat's character from Ennythingos) where he falls in love and for the first time is scared of doing something in his life

[schroedingerscryptid]

all of you are sleeping on the ultimate combo: Debbie vs Death. homegirl would either despise or love him.

[viola-halogen]

12 Days of Thanktival — Day 1: Found Family/Elder’s Youngers/Holiday Jumpers

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[AO3 link]

Relationships: The Elder Youngers & Scribe Elder Ho-Tan, The Elder Youngers

Characters: Scribe Elder Ho-Tan, The Elder Youngers

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Summary: It's the Youngers' first time spending Thanktival away from home, without their parents. Alvin has an idea to cheer them up, which ends up bringing them closer together as friends.

A/N: This is based off of a headcanon I have that each of the Elders comes from a different one of the 12 realms and normally the Youngers would grow up at their parent's home in whatever realm they come from. However when Imperatrix started invading the other realms all of the Youngers were taken from their homes and brought to live together in a safe house in Yonderland until the war was over.

I used @ailendolin’s amazing headcanons for the Youngers’ names.

—

Home

“I don’t want to spend Thanktival here! I want to spend Thanktival at home with my friends!”

“I know, darling. But remember there’s a war on, and it’s not safe to go back to Hitherland yet,” Alvin’s mum said, ruffling his hair as they headed for the front door.

“Yeah, I know, the war,” Alvin protested. “But you said it would be over before Thanktival, mum. You said we’d be home by now.”

Mum looked sadly at him for a moment, before pulling him into a tight hug. “I know, hun,” she said. “We all just want things to go back to normal. But until then we have to be strong, and not lose hope, okay? And someday we’ll all be able to go home again.”

Alvin buried his head in her chest. “It would be better if you were going to be here with us,” he said.

“You know we have to work hard all Thanktival to keep the realm safe,” mum said. “But I promise I’ll come and visit you on Thanktival morning, okay?”

“Okay,” Alvin said glumly. Mum pulled back and ruffled his hair again.

“And maybe in the meantime you could at least try to make some friends?” she said. “You’re going to be ruling the realm with your fellow Youngers one day.”

Alvin shrugged. He and the others had mostly kept to themselves ever since they’d all moved into the safehouse. He suspected that like him, they were all hoping this situation would be over before they were forced to get used to it.

“I love you,” mum said as she went to the door. “Be good, and pay attention in your lessons, or Imperatrix will come and turn your fingers into spiders and your brains into sprouts.”

“Muuum.” Alvin rolled his eyes. “I’m too old to believe in your stories anymore.”

“That’s what your Uncle Tim said when he was your age,” Mum said.

“I don’t have an Uncle Tim.”

“Exactly.” Mum winked. “See you on Thanktival morning.” And with that, she stepped out into the cold and shut the door behind her. Alvin let out a small sigh and turned to head back to his room.

~~~

“Okay, that’ll do for today,” their history tutor said from the front of the schoolroom. “Don’t forget to read pages 71 to 80 by Monday.”

Chair legs scraped along the floor as the Youngers got up from their seats and started gathering their books. They filed out of the schoolroom in an orderly queue, and began walking silently towards the dining room. Their history tutor, Mrs Crabapple, was an old-fashioned woman who believed in children being seen and not heard, and none of them were eager to risk getting shouted at by starting a conversation. They picked up their plates and cutlery by the door to the dining room, and lined up to be served their lunch. The food was one of the worst things about living here, Alvin thought. Surely with all the money the Elders had, they could afford to hire a good cook.

“What are you guys hoping to get for Thanktival this year?” Daisy asked as they waited. “I want the new Spiders and Garfunkel album. My dad promised me that one day when I’m older he’ll take me to see them live.”

“I don’t really care what I get,” Calyx said. “It’s only going to get eaten by Chompus anyway.”

“Yeah, but it’s part of the fun imagining what present you would have had,” Alvin said. He took back his plate, now heaped with pasta, thanked Cook and headed to his seat.

“I don’t like Spaghetti,” Barry said, dropping his fork with a clatter. “Why do we never have anything other than Spaghetti?”

“My dad says that if you don’t tidy your bedroom Imperatrix will turn your toes into Spaghetti,” Daisy said.

“That’s not true,” Calyx interrupted. “You’re not five anymore. You should know better than to believe what your dad tells you.”

“It is true!” Daisy protested, banging his fist on the table.

“No, it’s not,” Alvin said.

Irk sniffled suddenly, and the four of them turned to see him sitting with his knees tucked up to his chest. “I don’t want Imperatrix to get me,” he said quietly, his voice tear-filled. “I just want to go home!”

Everyone fell silent. After a short pause, Irk said, “I’m scared.”

Alvin got to his feet and rounded the table, sitting down next to Irk and putting his arms around his shoulders.

“I want to go home too,” he said. “I’ve never spent Thanktival without my mum before.”

“I’m scared,” Calyx said. “I’m scared that I’ll never get to make snowmen with my dad on Thanktival Eve again.”

“I’m scared that Imperatrix will win the war, and that I’ll have to go and live somewhere far away and never see anyone I know ever again,” Daisy said.

“I’m scared of Mrs Crabapple,” Barry said. Everyone let out a small laugh, and even Irk managed a smile.

“We’re all scared,” Alvin said. “We all wish everything would go back to normal already. But we aren’t alone. We can be scared together.”

~~~

That afternoon, as soon as their lessons were over, Alvin went up to his room and pulled out the drawer underneath his bed. He rummaged through his collection of wool until he found his crochet hook, and then picked out as many festive colours as he could and got to work. He kept at it all evening and throughout most of the night, until his fingers were stiff and his back ached. He worked until the candle on his bedside table had burnt down to the wick, then lit a new one and kept working. He locked his window and drew his curtains when he noticed it had gone past midnight—he knew Imperatrix wasn’t really coming to turn his fingers into spiders, but he wasn’t taking any chances. When he was finally done, he folded his creations into a neat pile at the foot of his bed, and was able to get about two hours of sleep before he had to get up for breakfast.

Despite the almost-all-nighter, he practically leapt out of bed when he heard the bell ringing downstairs to wake them up. He quickly changed into a clean set of clothes, before shoving his creations into a satchel and taking the stairs two at a time to get to the dining room.

“Woah, Allie, are you okay?” Barry asked as he joined the breakfast queue. “You look like you’ve barely slept at all.”

“I’ve been working on something. A surprise for all of you,” he said, and refused to clarify any further. They lined up to get their breakfast—leftover Spaghetti from yesterday’s dinner—and only once the others had all taken their seats did Alvin step up to the head of the table.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about what Irk said at lunch yesterday. And I know… I know none of us want to be here, I know this isn’t how we’d have chosen to spend Thanktival. But… that doesn’t mean we can’t still make the best we can of the situation. So… I made you all something.” He reached into his satchel. “Calyx, this one’s for you… and Irk, this one’s yours… Daisy, this one’s for you… and Barry… and this one’s mine!”

“What are they?” Calyx said, holding his up to look at it.

“They’re Thanktival jumpers!” Alvin said proudly, beaming at his fellow Youngers. “It’s a tradition from the Other World that I read about. They’re supposed to be Thanktival-themed, normally, but I made all of yours unique for you.” Calyx’s jumper showed a snowman, like he’d mentioned making with his dad. Irk’s had a ruff around the neck, of the kind Vex usually wore. Daisy’s had lyrics from a song off of the new Spiders and Garfunkel album. Barry’s had his dad’s war medals across the chest. And Alvin’s own jumper had the design of a quill, like the one his mum carried.

“So it’s like a Thanktival present?” Daisy said. “But it’s not Thanktival Eve yet.”

“No, no! Don’t think of them as Thanktival presents,” Alvin said. “I don’t want them to get eaten by Chompus. I want you to keep them.”

“Why?” Calyx asked. “You didn’t have to go to all this effort.”

“I… I wanted us all to have something to make this Thanktival special for a good reason,” Alvin said. “Something we could all be happy about.”

“I love it,” Irk said, pulling his jumper over his head and messing up his curly hair in the process. “Thank you, Allie.”

“Yes, thank you, Allie,” Calyx agreed, and the others followed suit. Alvin grinned and began putting his own jumper on.

Maybe this Thanktival wouldn’t be all bad, he thought to himself. Maybe just because he wasn’t at home with mum didn’t mean he wasn’t among family.

[fandom-friday]

Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! This was one HECK of a week, and it couldn't have happened without all of the submissions I received! A comprehensive list of this week’s submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

✨ = 18+ content

Fics:

The Clone Wars: Vermillion (Clone OC Specter x f!Reader) by @dickarchivist New Members (Fives x OC Rasha Skohl, Echo x OC Ari Nierre) by @fives-lover ✨ The Den (Kix x OC Nihlus Brek) by @for-the-sake-of-color ✨ Dancing Lights (Wolf!Wolffe x f!Reader) by @the-bad-batch-baroness ✨ I Yearn, And So I Fear (Wolffe x OC Kazi Ennari) by @enigmaticexplorer ✨ Man on the Moon (Fox x Riyo Chuchi) by @emeraldvsociety ✨ In Command (Rex x OC Senna Aven) by @wild-karrde ✨ Eight Shades of Blue (and the Touch of Orange) (501st Legion x f!Reader, Cody x f!Reader) by the_rain_on_kamino (AO3) Crèche to Command by Boredom (AO3) The Commander Swap by @brainrotrants Dominoes by meridianpony (AO3) Fox Hates Red by @stormyblue90 Dead Dog by @corvod

The Bad Batch: ✨ Stars Beyond Number (Echo x Riyo Chuchi, Gregor x OC Cerra Kilian) by @dystopicjumpsuit Tooka Dad (Crosshair x OC Rayla) by @drafthorsemath Sunflowers & Blasters (Crosshair x OC Isabella Ramót) by @523rdrebel Low Battery (Crosshair x gn!Reader) by @523rdrebel ✨ Cleaning Up (Tech x f!Reader) by @reader6898 Secret Kingdoms (Knight!Hunter x f!Reader) by @jedipoodoo/@lizartgurl A Cosy Bed: A Stardust Conspiracy Fanfic by @just-here-with-my-thoughts

Call of Duty: ✨ If I Had a Heart (Ghost x Soap) by @cod-fishing

Legends of Chima: The Forgotten Legends of Chima by @olivescales3

Marvel/MCU: Black and Tan (Bucky x Sarah Wilson) by @btwxsixesandsevens

Crossovers: The Misadventures of Cosplay Man (Danny Phantom x DC Comics Crossover) by Shynnohwen (AO3)

Art:

The Clone Wars: How Dominoes Fall by @frostycatblr-fandom-files Temeura Morrison Study by @keldabekush Cody with Long Hair Art by @rochenn Commander Cody Art by @captora Blade to Blade by @rackcty Anakin and Ahsoka Art by @finpews

The Bad Batch: The Bad Batch Dark Souls AU: Character Introduction by @amorfista The Bad Batch Dark Souls AU: Introduction by @amorfista Hunter and Omega Art by @eggdrawsthings Tech Art by @talesfrommedinastation

Critical Role: Caleb Widogast Art by @middimidoris

Avatar: The Last Airbender: Zuko Artwork by @chiptrillino-art

Yonderland: Cake Bake Lady Edith Art by @bahoreal

[yonderghostshistories]

I’m gonna do my own lil tag game, this time…..it’s-

……MONTY PYTHON RELATED!

SPECIFICALLY,

How did you (yes, you, the mutual and/or other Tumblr user reading this) get into Monty Python?

To elaborate, what is your Monty Python Fan Origin Story? To further elaborate, how did you become aware of and become a fan of Monty Python? Tag 6 or more (or less, it’s absolutely fine either way!) of your mutuals!

I’ll start first. I first became (properly) aware of Monty Python when I was (and still am) in the Six Idiots/ThemThere Fandom (if you don’t know who the Six Idiots/ThemThere are, they’re a British Comedy Troupe consisting of the following 6 members; Mathew Baynton, Simon Farnaby, Martha Howe-Douglas, Jim Howick, Laurence Rickard and Ben Willbond. They were first originally together in the children’s historical comedy sketch show “Horrible Histories” which ran from 2009 to 2014, and since then have went on to create, write and star in the following projects, such as the fantasy comedy “Yonderland”, the Shakespeare comedy film “Bill” (2015) and the supernatural family BBC sitcom “Ghosts”) and I saw a video compilation on YouTube comparing clips/scenes from various Six Idiots/ThemThere projects and their inspirations from clips/scenes from various Monty Python projects, which really cemented in my head (especially after becoming a Python fan) that the Six Idiots truly are the “Monty Python” of this generation, or at least the Six Idiots are like Gen Z Monty Python (imo that is).

Anyway, starting in 2023, when I was on holiday with my family to see my grandparents in India, I started watching the MP films (specifically Holy Grail (1975) and Life of Brian (1979)) for the first time on my (barely working) laptop when both movies were freely available to watch in their entirety on YouTube (shocking, I know right?). And tbh, they were absolutely HILARIOUS! (Plus it was at this time that I had realised my first actual proper bisexual awakening when especially watching LoB, specifically the scenes where both Brian and Judith were naked, and thankfully my parents weren’t there to witness this absolute monstrosity (to them at least) and I have to say, thanks LoB :))👍🩷💜💙)

Then when I came back home to England, I watched The Meaning of Life (1983) (because pirating it on my nearly battered old laptop was really hard cuz it kept annoyingly pausing at random points in the movie) and so I asked either my mum or brother (I can’t remember exactly lol) to rent the movie MoL on Amazon Prime, and after watching it, I have to say, it was also pretty amazing! I think MoL is my personal favourite movie of the bunch tbh, cuz in a weird, surreally Pythonesque avante garde way, it was very emotional and cathartic (to me at least) and it felt fitting as a finale to Python as a whole (at least at the time).

After that, I became REALLY, like, REALLY into Python, I watched some of the sketches, some clips of the films, I bought some of the merchandise, I watched and bought DVDs of some of the Pythons’ other projects, etc.

My first Python crush was Terry Jones, but now my 2 absolute crushes are now firmly Graham Chapman AND Terry Jones, BUT….my 3-way Python crushes are; Graham Chapman, Terry Jones AND Michael Palin (tho I do love them all tbh as (as my mum says) im a diplomat lmao, so I do love Eric Idle, John Cleese, and Terry Gilliam equally too, but for the latter 3 I’m not as attracted to them as the former 3, if that makes sense?). Also, I absolutely STAN Carol Cleveland, Connie Booth and Neil Innes, THEYRE THE BEST FR AHHHH

Plus being in the MP fandom has genuinely made my life better, as I met some of my most WONDERFUL and LOVELY and KIND mutuals of all time, especially my bestest of ALL online bestie friends, @commonguttersnipe !! (Love you Commie darling <33, and she also makes pretty great MP fanfics imo too :))🫶❤️)

Ok, so uhh…..that’s my Monty Python Fan Origin Story.

I now tag: @commonguttersnipe @thehistoryone @michael-palin-is-the-loml

@knoxoverstreet16 @chapmanzz @vilhjalmr

[carmillas-girlfriend]

Does yonderland fanfic exist?

Can I write some?

Does smutty yonderland fanfic exist?

Can I write some?

[exchangell]

INTRO + FIC MASTERLIST

hello! my name's chiara, and welcome to my blog :) im really uncertain of how everything works since its been a WHILE since i was last on here, but here's some information on me + a masterlist of my stuff :)

SO WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?

first off, imaginary person i came up with for this post, rude!! im british asian, and pretty much all i do all day is write. however, the important part of this blog is that, once every blue moon, i take the initiative to actually post some of it on ao3. here's what i can offer you:

too much religious imagery

too many literary references

too many titles from song names (psst my last.fm is exchangel!)

too much vague dacryphilia (i'm not making the last part bold)

too much gushing over female characters

always open to fanfic requests!

i'm mostly active in these fandoms as of 15/05/24: i have no mouth and i must scream, yonderland, bbc ghosts

i never shut up about sir francis walsingham, harlan ellison and franz schubert, so.... yeah!

now, prepare yourself for....

FANFICTION TIME 😳

BBC GHOSTS + YONDERLAND (eventually)

pretty girls make graves - ghosts au (series on hiatus)

in your lap - sir humphrey bone/reader

letters from bone hall - sophie/humphrey

I HAVE NO MOUTH, AND I MUST SCREAM

sins of the flesh - am/reader

points of authority - am/reader (ongoing series)

CLASSICAL MUSIC RPF

an arrangement for voice and piano- beethoven/schubert

a poet and his pianist- franz von schober/franz schubert

and i shouldn't cry (but i love it)- amadeus! salieri/mozart

chopin and liszt at mcdonalds- no ships

and teach you how to be a holy cow- beethoven/schubert

RAMMSTEIN (ignore this, i woke up and realised this wasn't the hill i wanted to die on)

liebe an der leine- frau schneider/pussy!flake

hands on your knees (you can braid my hair)- flake lorenz/reader

crime and punishment- flake lorenz/reader

bückstabü - flake lorenz/reader

führe mich - flake lorenz/reader

liebe an der leine- frau schneider/pussy mv flake

hands on your knees (you can braid my hair)- flake lorenz/reader

crime and punishment- flake lorenz/reader

bückstabü - flake lorenz/reader

führe mich - flake lorenz/reader

BATMAN

deftly- dano!riddler/fem! reader

house of flies- murphy!scarecrow/dano!riddler

how the tables turn- murphy!scarecrow/dano!riddler

CLASSICALOID

sardanapalo- liszt/fem!reader

down once more- mozart/schubert/beethoven, poto au

let's get mischievous (and polyamorous)- multiship (abandoned series)

blasphemie- multiship, unfinished series, 3/6 chapters

variations- headcanon series, beethoven/reader so far

on a cold night by moonlight- chopin/schubert

o mozart! immortal mozart!- mozart/schubert

OTHER FANDOMS

FNAF masquerade- ballora/springtrap, william afton/clara afton

BLUEYCAPSULES chicken tikka masala- william afton/gn!reader

DINOVERSE- so anxious- dr. albert krueger/gn! reader

OKJA- top 10 cool facts!!!- jay/gn!reader

HETALIA- god save the queen's jewels- no ships, crackfic

AMADEUS- and i shouldn't cry (but i love it)- mozart/salieri

SPIDERMAN- schokolade- doc ock/fem! reader

LOTR- meet me in the pale moonlight - frodo/reader

DELTARUNE

something about you- rouxls kaard/gn!reader o holy knight- multiship, (abandoned) stargirl interlude- rouxls kaard/fem!reader

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I love this so much. 😭

Of course Ho-Tan wrote a book about Debbie's world, and OF COURSE it was a best seller! Also lol forever at Britain being the center of the map/world. 😄

I love how everyone slowly got on board with hearing the book read to them, despite the various responses to receiving the book at first. Perfectly captured that not everyone would want to read the book for themselves, especially Vex!

The conversation about the youngers moving on/no longer needing them 😭😭😭 But Vex is right, things are different for them, it's not the same as the two of them and the circumstances of their lives growing up.

The reveal of the "Advent" wreath and candles! I should have guessed that's what it would be, given the prompt itself, but I was still delightfully surprised to find that's what they were giving her. And I love how they included 12 candles and how each one was specially decorated by/for each person. Beautiful.

Thank you so much for writing this and filling my prompt! You always write such wonderful stories, but I'm still so pleased each time I get to read one. What a lovely treat. Thank you!

Happy 800!

Ho-Tan, Vex/Ho-Tan; Touch, Candle

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy your prompt fic (and that you don't mind that I included the Youngers so prominently)! I had a lot of fun writing it and finding ways for our beloved Yonderland residents to confuse some Christmas traditions from Debbie's world ;)

Explanations for the Youngers' names can be found in this post.

List of prompts is here. Filled prompts are here, here, here, here and here on AO3.

Prompts are closed.

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The Surprise [AO3]

Ho-Tan knew it was no secret that Debbie’s world fascinated her. She had, after all, written the best-selling tome Birmingham and Beyond – Customs and Traditions from the Chosen One’s World. Debbie had been kind enough to allow her to visit several times so she could conduct her research there which, Ho-Tan was proud to say, had actually included a trip to the local library. She could have spent hours there, lost among the books – and gladly would have if Debbie hadn’t reminded her that time flowed differently in Yonderland and she’d be gone for days if they didn’t leave as planned. The thought of her Youngers and Vex worrying themselves sick about her had ultimately been enough to convince Ho-Tan to pack up her notes and hurry on home.

Vex had laughed when she told him all about it, and with a very sweet kiss to the tip of her nose said, “You can stay in Deb-beh’s world as long as you like, love. We know how much your research means to you.”

“But not as much as you and the children,” she’d whispered before she’d pulled him and the Youngers close.

It had taken her months to turn her endless pages of notes into anything even remotely resembling organised chapters, and even longer to edit it all properly. But after almost a year of hard work, her book had finally been ready for publishing, and to her complete and utter surprise, it became an instant hit. Even though Debbie was no longer going on quests as the Chosen One, the people of Yonderland still considered her their saviour and seemed to be rather curious about her life and the world Nestor of Maddox had entrusted her to when she was but a baby, causing her book’s first edition to sell out within a week.

The Elders weren’t quite so enthusiastic when she gave them their own copy.

“Why are there no pictures in it?” Pressley wondered aloud as he leafed through the 300 pages with a frown on his face.

“There’s a map of Debbie’s world right at the back?” Ho-Tan offered helpfully.

The smile Pressley gave her looked a little forced.

Vex didn’t even pretend he would read it. “Sorry, love, but you know the words become confusing after a while and make my head ache.”

“I still want you to have it,” Ho-Tan smiled, not surprised and certainly not angry. How could she be when Vex put it so carefully on his shelf and she knew he would treasure it for the simple reason that she had given it to him?

She hadn’t planned on giving the Youngers a copy, figuring they would be even less interested in what was, essentially, academic research than their parents were. But then she saw young Sepal reading his father’s copy one day and realised how foolish that thought had been. The Youngers had always embraced things from Debbie’s world, be it her Krismas carols or the annual Easter Egg Hunt. She should have known they would embrace this too and be eager to learn more.

So that evening, instead of a bedtime story, Ho-Tan read to them a chapter from her book. They listened with wide eyes as she talked about the geography of Debbie’s world – “Great Britain is the centre, see?” – and wasn’t surprised when the other Elders joined them the next evening for the second chapter. Just like that it became a family thing, and Ho-Tan wished she could put into words how happy it made her to have everyone she loved together for an hour every night. Their lives were so busy these days what with having to restore order to the other realms – a process that would take years, she feared – that moments like this had become incredibly rare in the last few months. It didn’t help that the Youngers were slowly but surely growing up as well. She knew it was only a matter of time until one of them would declare himself too old for bedtime stories, and Ho-Tan dreaded the moment that day came with all her heart.

“You worry too much,” Vex told her one night, two weeks into their new routine. As gentle as the flutter of butterfly wings, he took the brush out of her hands and began to untangle her hair for her. “It doesn’t matter how old they get. They will never stop needing you, love.”

Ho-Tan met his eyes in the mirror. “I stopped needing my parents. So did you.”

Vex paused his gentle touches to give her hand a squeeze. “That was different.”

“I know but–“

“No, Alfie,” he said. “Our children are growing up more loved than we ever were. They will always be glad to come home to us. I promise.”

He kissed her then, softly, and it was only when he saw a smile pulling at her lips once more that he went back to brushing her hair.

Ho-Tan knew he was right but a part of her still couldn’t help feeling just a little sad at the thought of her sons growing up and possibly going their own ways soon. Neither of them had yet expressed the wish to take on the role of an Elder one day, and just the idea of Alvin travelling the Seven-and-a-half Seas on his own and Irk collecting plants in some jungle far beyond her reach made her want to hoard every laugh and hug like a dragon hoarded its gold. She had always known they would not stay little forever; she’d just thought she’d have a little more time before they grew up she’d have to let them go.

Over the next few weeks, Ho-Tan tried her best not to show how melancholic that thought made her. If the Youngers noticed that she hugged them a little tighter than usual or lingered at their door after she’d kissed them goodnight, they didn’t show it. She was pretty sure Vex had noticed but he didn’t say anything either. He simply held her a little closer at night, his way of silently reassuring her that he was there and that everything would be okay.

It didn’t even cross her mind that he and the Youngers could be planning something to cheer her up until she woke up to soft kisses behind her ear on a Sunday morning four weeks before Thanktival. A glance towards the window told her it was still early – so early the sun was not even up yet and Vex would normally still be fast asleep. Amused and just a little curious, Ho-Tan turned around in his arms and greeted him with a proper good morning kiss. “You’re up early.”

Vex made one of those noises she found incredibly endearing before he said, rather mysteriously, “Well, today is a special day.”

Ho-Tan frowned, trying to figure out what he meant. She was quite sure it wasn’t one of their important days – she’d never forgotten one of those. But what else could it be?

Seeing her confusion, Vex laughed and pressed another kiss to her lips. “Come on, let’s get you up and out of bed, old girl.”

Ho-Tan let him pull her to her feet, still wondering what he was up to. After they got dressed, Vex helped her with her hair – an intimate way of spending time together she’d always loved but rarely allowed herself to indulge in these days. His touch was gentle, ever loving, and she closed her eyes in contentment as his deft fingers skilfully created the braids she had worn all her adult life.

“There, all done,” Vex whispered softly into her ear.

Ho-Tan opened her eyes and, seeing the butterfly hair clip in her hair, smiled up at him. “Thank you.”

Smiling back at her, he took her hand and led her out of the room towards the kitchen. Usually, the kitchen was still dark and empty when Ho-Tan got up in the morning to get breakfast ready. Today, candlelight was spilling out into the hallway in flickering, golden hues when they rounded the corner. Confused and just a little suspicious, she turned to Vex. “What’s going on?”

He merely continued smiling and squeezed her hand. “You’ll see in a moment.”

When the sounds of excited whispers – the Youngers, if Ho-Tan wasn’t mistaken – echoed through the hallway, Vex not so subtly stomped his foot to alert them of their presence. The whispers stopped at once and Ho-Tan bit her lip so she wouldn’t laugh. It was clear Vex and the Youngers had planned something for her – a surprise breakfast, perhaps? – and the last thing she wanted was to ruin the fun.

“Ready?” Vex asked when they were almost at the door. Ho-Tan nodded and let him guide her into the kitchen.

“Happy Advent!” the Elders and Youngers cheered in unison when she walked through the door. They were all there, waving at her with bright grins on their faces or pointing excitedly at what could only be an advent wreath sitting on the middle of the table. Ho-Tan’s vision blurred as she took it all in. It was only a few weeks ago that she’d read them the Krismas chapter from her book. At the time, she hadn’t thought anything about the curious questions the Youngers had asked her about it the next day but now, looking at the beautifully decorated wreath, it all suddenly made sense.

“Did you make this yourselves?” she breathed in awe.

The Youngers nodded.

“Everyone made their own candle. Look Mum, this one’s mine!” Irk said and pointed excitedly at a green candle that had different kinds of leaves all over it. Leaning forward to get a closer look, Ho-Tan felt her heart warm with more love than it could possibly contain when she saw the personalities of her friends and children reflected in all the candles on the wreath, be it in the quill and inkpot on Sepal’s or the pub sign on Pressley’s.

“They look beautiful,” she whispered.

Irk grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist in a hug. “We have one candle for you too!”

Alvin stepped forward and held a plain, dark blue candle out to her. Ho-Tan turned it over in her hands, wondering how she could personalise it, when Vex gently tapped her on the shoulder and held up a golden scroll and apple blossom made of wax. “I hope you don’t mind but I made these for you.”

It was only then that she noticed his own candle, burning brightly in the back of the wreath with a blue butterfly attached to its side next to a glass of sherry. The butterfly looked just like the one he had put in her hair only moments ago.

With shaking hands, Ho-Tan took the scroll and blossom from him. When she struggled to attach them to her candle, overwhelmed as she was, Alvin and Irk stepped in to help. “You’ve got it, Mum.”

She smiled at them through her tears and, together with them, finished the candle and placed it in the empty spot next to Vex’s.

“Light it, Uncle Choop!” Alvin said. Choop grumbled about being ordered around by a child but pulled out a box of matches anyway. A moment later, Ho-Tan’s candle flared to life and added its own glow to the warm light illuminating the kitchen.

“Perfect,” Irk breathed.

It really is, Ho-Tan thought as she looked at the twelve candles burning merrily on the wreath, symbolising not only every one of them but also the twelve realms and, of course, the Twelve Days of Krismas. Ho-Tan wasn’t quite sure if Debbie’s tradition demanded they be lit all at one – Debbie wasn’t quite clear on that – but it really didn’t matter. What did was that her family had made this for her, just because they knew she needed some cheering up and loved the traditions from Debbie’s world. It wasn’t even Thanktival yet, and yet she couldn’t imagine getting a better present this year.

As the others began to pull out plates and mugs from the cupboards to set the table for breakfast, she quietly turned to Vex. “Did you organise all this?”

“Maybe.” He winked at her before he reached out to cup her face. “You know I can’t bear seeing you sad, Alfie.”

Ho-Tan leaned into his touch and smiled when his thumb brushed a stray tear away. “Thank you.”

Vex looked like he wanted to say more but then Irk and Alvin began tugging at her hands, wanting her to move. Laughing through her tears, Ho-Tan let them pull her to her chair.

“We have another surprise for you, Mum,” Alvin said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Mr Bojangles helped with this one.”

That was all the explanation she got before he and the other Youngers started singing The Twelve Days of Krismas for her. Delighted, Ho-Tan looked at Vex and found him already smiling back at her, a serene look on his face. He reached for her hand and briefly brought it to his lips to place a kiss upon her knuckles before he gave the Youngers his full attention. Smiling softly to herself, Ho-Tan turned to look at the Youngers too, and as she sat there in the warm glow of the candles, surrounded by the people she loved most in all the realms, she knew she didn’t need to worry about the future. Whatever changes it would bring, her family would always be with her and find a way to make her smile.