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mcufox123 · 3 years

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Soul Mates

Summary: What happens when there are actual soul mates in the world? Is Wanda yours?

A/N: ok this story gave me such chills and I’m really proud of it. Please enjoy!

Warnings: Injuries, implications of smut

I DON'T OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS

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Soul mates, they exist. You are born with a mark on your skin. If you date someone, the mark will go away when you both fall in love with each other, and they touch your skin. Like you could be in a relationship and touch each other but the mark will go away only when you both love each other. It drove most of your relationships. So many times, you wanted to find your soul mate, but it never worked out. Your mark always confused you. It was two hands together on your stomach. What would you and your soul mate be doing? Where would your mark be on them?

After a while you gave up on ever trying to find them. You didn’t care anymore. You focused on work. You had been an undercover agent for Tony Stark, investigating different targets before the avengers would go and save the day. You lived with Earth’s mightiest heroes, who at home they were far more different than anyone would expect.

Bruce was a geek, Natasha was like the mother hen, Steve was a wood worker, Tony a family man, Bucky and Sam would play video games, and Wanda loved sitcoms. Don’t get me wrong, they of course trained and ate healthy and did mission recon, but other than that they were normal people.

When you first started living there it was weird for you to see everyone in sweatpants, but you quickly got used to it. You spent time with almost everyone, mostly Wanda though. You two quickly entered a relationship a few short months after you started living there. You even moved into her room. A couple months into your relationship you knew you loved her, but you would never dare say it. You always remembered the conversation you had with her about soul mates.

“Do you believe in the whole soul mates mark?” you asked the closed off girl in your arms.

“I believe they do. I never want to know who mine is though. I lost too many people Y/N. I don’t think I could know that and be ok if I ever lost them.” She answered while playing with your hands.

“That’s fair, I guess. What would you do if you found them though?” you asked her. You were nervous because you wanted Wanda to be your soul mate and you kept waiting for her to touch your mark, but she never did.

“I’m not sure. Maybe put them in a bubble only I could reach and never let them go.” She said in an amusing voice and you knew the conversation was coming to a close.

“I’m sure that would not go over well.” You chuckled. There were a few moments of silence, she was just drawing random shapes on your shoulder, head against your chest.

“Don’t wait for me Y/N. If you want to find your soul mate, go find them.” She said with hurt in her voice. You could tell she didn’t want you to go.

“I’m right here Wanda, don’t worry.” You reassured her before you both were silent again. Eventually you both fell asleep.

That happened only a couple weeks before the mission you were about to go on. Tony had found an undercover S.H.I.E.L.D. facility that was now operating with Hydra. You had “applied” for a job there and quickly made your way up the ranks. It was now time for you to report to their office to help them continue following Hydra’s plan. You walked out to the car you would be driving in for the mission. Wanda followed you out.

“Please be careful out there, Y/N. Take care of you. No one else matters. Just you. Come back to me quickly.” Wanda said walking next to you.

“I always do babe. I promise, I’ll be back, as fast as I can.” You wanted to add that you loved her but knew now wasn’t the time. Your soul mate’s conversation still lingering in your head. You leaned in a gave her one last kiss before getting in the car to drive to your mission.

The drive to the mission wasn’t too bad, only like 4 hours which is short compared to other cross-country ones that you have done. Just like you planned you fit right in with the agents. You put on this very charismatic façade gaining their trust in a week’s time.

“I think it’s time you met the boss kid.” Agent Gerald said to you as he led you down a series of hallways. You tried to mentally track your path so you would be able to show your friends but there were more hallways than you could’ve imagined. A tactic they must have used to catch fake agents like yourself.

Once arriving to a big room, you met Frank the head honcho. He was a small man, nothing you would’ve expected from someone leading such a complicated organization. He looked up and smiled.

“So, this is agent Reilly? I’ve heard great things about you.” He said referring to your undercover name. He reached out to shake your hand.

“You must be Frank. I’ve heard some scary things about you.” You said testing the waters of the old man, hoping he would see it as a friendly interaction. Which thank goodness he did. He pulled you into his side while pointing at you and looking at Gerald. “I like this one, she’ll be just the person I need for the job.”

Frank had a plan. This made you nervous, what would he have you be doing? You had to get the team here right away. After the pleasantries of meeting Frank, you were excused until tomorrow when he would let you know what you would be doing.

You however couldn’t wait that long and as soon as you got to your hotel room you called the team.

“Tony, I need you guys here ASAP. I know who the head guy is. Its Frank Randone, Fury’s old partner. I met him today I know where he’s hiding, he has a mission for me which he’s going to give me tomorrow.” You rambled on quickly.

“Ok, we’ll be there in an hour and we’ll devise a plan when we get there. Just be careful and stay put.” He told you in a fatherly way. You rolled your eyes even though you knew he couldn’t see it.

Not even an hour later you heard a knock on the door. You opened it to see your modge podge family. They all looked kind of out of it as they piled in your room. You knew it was because they got called here so quickly on such short notice.

The plan was that you would go into the facility tomorrow and go see Frank for your mission. You would have the tracker com in your ear so the team could both track your movement and hear you and what you heard at the same time. After you received the mission, you would leave the facility to meet your friends and help them defeat Frank.

After the mission was planned everybody left besides Wanda. You were exhausted from the day you just had and anxious about the following day. Wanda changed into some sweatpants and grabbed your sweatshirt before crawling into bed. She rubbed your back as you sat on the edge of the bed a million thoughts running through your head. She sat up and hugged you from behind.

“Come cuddle with me please, this week has been too long without you.” She whispered in your ear. You turned back to look at her in the eyes. You saw her looking at you with so much emotion. You leaned in to kiss her which quickly got heated.

If it had been a chaste kiss, it was almost as if she was going to say those three little words, she didn’t though, instead you had a heated night. You both fell asleep in the comfort of each other’s arms.

The next morning you peeled yourself from Wanda’s arms to get ready for the day. You were too nervous to eat or do much, but you had to get the com ready and online and dressed. Wanda was still sleeping when you were about to leave so you walked over to kiss her forehead. Before you could pull away you felt a hand come up to your neck and hold you there. You looked down to see emerald eyes staring back at you.

“Be careful, please. I need you to come back to me.” She said. Your only answer was a chaste kiss before pulling away.

“I promise.” And with that you walked out of the room and drove to the facility.

Once you got there you were immediately taken to Frank. You were grateful that you didn’t have to remember the hallways with the tracking com. Once you arrived at the room you instantly felt a sense of panic though.

“Agent Reilly just in time! I brought your mission in for you to complete it right now, so I know you are worthy of the position I am about to offer and that you are loyal to this organization.” He said with a creepy grin before he continued. “The world is lost, the only people who seem to have it all together are the avengers. That can’t be, we need them to be in array as well. I have captured the founder and his right-hand man, or women I should say. They will be here any minute.” He walked towards you holding a gun. You suddenly were very nervous; you had an idea of who it would be.

“This man and I go way back, we used to be partners if you could believe that. It was easy getting him surprisingly enough and lucky for me she was there too. What I need you to do is kill them. First Maria, then Fury. Then we will talk about this new position I have for you.” You needed to get out of this. Suddenly the door opened, and Fury and Maria were dragged in. The looked awful, defeated even, one thing that you never saw on either of their faces. Then they looked up and saw you and you saw hope on their faces. You, however, were shaking. You had to think quickly of what you had to do.

There were four men there and Frank. Each had a gun, and a knife attached to their belts. You had a gun you also had the team who would hopefully be on their way by now, but you had no way of knowing for sure. You eyed up the four guys, you could take them. You could do this. You just had to get Fury and Maria out of here alive.

Fury eyed you knowing that you had just calculated your plan in the span of 20 seconds, and he visibly relaxed as did Maria. They trusted you. You could do this.

You walked over and grabbed the gun from Frank, “You got it boss.” You said before turning your back on him to walk towards Maria. You held the gun at her head, then eyed Frank who gave you a subtle nod.

Before you could shoot Maria, you pulled your gun up and expertly shot three of the men before the 4th one lunged at you. You dodged him and grabbed him by the arm causing him to turn around. You shot him in the back before turning to look at Frank. He eyed you nervously.

“Who are you?” he asked in a shaky voice. You smirked. “I’m your worst enemy.” You said before turning to shoot him. He fell back, you don’t even check to see if he’s out before you turn around to help Fury and Maria out of the restraints. Right as your finishing helping Maria, you hear an alarm blare. You turn to see Frank with his phone in his hand smiling. Before you have time to process you feel a sharp pain in your stomach. You whip your head around to see a guard standing there. You shoot him then turn back and shoot Frank in the head.

“Y/N,” Fury said as he rushed towards you. You then collapsed on the ground, looking down to see a knife protruding from your stomach. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You heard lots of commotion coming from the hallway. You knew the team was there. Fury knew not to touch the blade inside you and instead picked you up carefully. He started carrying you out of the building and to the quinjet outside. He put you on the ground and tried to stop the bleeding. He took the com out of your ear to talk to the team.

“This is Fury, Y/N is down. Stab wound in her abdomen. We’re on the quinjet but we have to get her out of here, and fast.” You didn’t get to hear the response but not even two minutes later a red head appeared in your vision cupping your cheek.

“Stay with me you hear me. You’re not allowed to leave remember. You have to be with me.” Wanda said. You reached up to grab her cheek. “I'm not going any-any-anywhere. Re-re-remember.” You choked out with difficulty. You saw tears running down her face.

Fury reached around Wanda to look at the wound. “We need to take that knife out; an infection has already started spreading. If we want her to make it, it has to come out. I will remove it. Wanda, you need to apply pressure as I extract it.” He said looking up at Wanda who just nodded. Wanda put her hands on the spot she would never dare touch before. The knife was directly in the center of your soul mate mark. You realized in that moment that she was your soul mate. You started to cry, now scared about what the outcome of this day would be. You had to make it, you had to be ok for her.

It must have registered in her brain as you simply put your hands over hers. Covering her mark on the back of her hands. You heard her cry harder as both of your marks started to fade away.

“I love you Y/N. You can’t leave me now. I said it. I’ve said what I’ve tried to run away from. We both know now, and now, you can’t leave me.” Wanda said crying harder holding her hands on your stomach. It was so hard for you to process her feelings. The pain slowly started to leave your body as you began to feel numb.

“I love you too Wanda,” breath, “always have,” breath,” always will.” You tried to get out. Suddenly you couldn’t hear anything. You saw Wanda start to sob and scream at you. You saw the rest of the team ran onto the quin jet. Steve immediately took over for Wanda, while Nat and Clint tried to pull her away from you. You saw her fighting her way back to you then everything went black.

Steve held his hands there. Tony used his Iron man suit to freeze the wound until they were able to get you home. You were fighting for your life the whole way back to the compound. Wanda fought everyone so hard to stay by your side. She held your hand rubbing endless circles on the back of your hand. She talked to you the whole way.

“Well, we know now, we’re soulmates. When you wake up from this don’t expect me to ever let you out of my sight again. The first thing that’s going to happen is I'm going to talk to Tony. You need a suit. I know I'm not stopping you from going on missions but you need a suit so you can be ok when I'm not there. The next thing is we are moving out of the compound. It’s a target. I need you safe and I need you all to myself. Maybe we could build a house right next door or down the block because I know you won’t want to be too far from the team. Also, we are getting married. There is absolutely no point in prolonging that. I want you to be mine for forever, officially. For all this to happen you need to stay with me. You need to be ok. Because I love you.” Wanda rambled on. She continued to talk about your life together.

When you arrive at the compound they immediately moved you to the medical bay. Wanda is frozen on the jet. Everyone slowly makes their way off the jet exhausted from the day. Wanda slowly walks off and instead of going with Nat to the medical bay, she goes to your room and puts on one of your sweatshirts. She crawls under the covers and puts on your favorite sitcom. She doesn’t watch though, she’s too numb, a million thoughts running through her head. She doesn’t want you gone; she needs you. After about a half hour she lets out a blood curdling scream as it finally hits her that you might be gone. Clint goes in and just holds her, being her fatherly figure that he is.

They operate on your stomach and everything goes smoothly, but you lost a lot of blood. Now it is up to you to wake up. In the in between life and death you are at peace. You are in your dream house with your childhood dog, and you feel a sense of calm. No responsibilities are on your shoulders, no timeline of missions, no scars from past missions litter your body. In the in between you are just you and you can do anything you want.

Every day you do whatever you want. Some days its running by a lake, some days you are on the beach. The only sad part is nobody is here to share it with you. One day you are cooking up some breakfast when there is a knock on your door. You are startled by the intrusion of your peace. You wipe your hands and go to the door to see a young man with white hair.

“Hi,” you say unsure of your own voice.

“Y/N, I’m Pietro, Wanda’s Brother.” You stand there in shock. You’re not sure what to do so you reach out and give him a hug, happy that you finally are able to meet him.

“Oh my gosh, HI! It’s so nice to meet you! Wanda has told me so much about you!” You say enthusiastically. You then step aside and welcome him into your home.

You take him to the kitchen where you both share a meal, and you get to know him better. He tells you all about young Wanda and their life growing up. You tell him all about your relationship with Wanda and that you both learnt that you were soulmates.

“She really loves you ya know? She tried to push it away for so long. Do you know how long you have been here for?” He asks you suddenly. You’re thrown by the question because you have now lost track of time.

“No, I’m not really sure. The last thing I remember is telling Wanda that I loved her. Then I was just here.” You tell him honestly.

“It’s been 3 months. You’re not dead, your body is trying to figure out what it wants to do. For that to happen you need to know what you want to do. Can I show you something?” He asks as you try processing this conversation.

“S-s-s-sure.” You say nervously, still trying to wrap you head around the fact that it’s been 3 months. He stands up and escorts you to a mirror. He pulls a nob out and places it on the mirror. Your eyebrows furrow and he notices.

“You only get one of these when you’re completely committed to this world.” He says as a sad smile crosses his face. You know he wasn’t supposed to die, but he sacrificed himself to save Clint, a heroic action. He starts turning the nob and you see yourself on a hospital bed. Next to you is Wanda, she looks so broken, a shell of a person who she was. You gasp and put your hand on the mirror to try to touch her. You can’t though and the tears start to roll down your face.

“She hasn’t eaten much Y/N. She hasn’t showered unless Clint makes her. She has spent every day for the past three months in this hospital room next to you, waiting for you to wake up. She needs you Y/N, way more than she ever needed me. You make her happy even if she was too stupid to admit it. She loves you so much. I understand if you choose to stay here and wait for her, to be at peace and get the relaxation you need, but please just do something. Don’t stay in this in between because it will kill her.” The tears are coming faster now as you take everything in. He gives he a side hug and you turn into his body so he could hold you while you cry.

Pietro stays the rest of the day and does whatever you want to do. You both go for a walk, you take a boat out on the lake, you go to the beach and just stare at the ocean. You wish that everything could be easy, but it can’t. You have to make a decision.

After dinner Pietro says that it’s time for him to leave and you escort him to the door.

“It was really nice being able to mee you Y/N. If you do go back, tell my sister hi. Tell her I miss her, but I am so proud of the person she has become. Tell her I am ok and that she’ll see me again someday. And you, if you return take care of her, love her, and give her everything you possibly can.” You nod at him and reach for a hug which he gladly returns. “I’m happy its you, Y/N.” he said before he turns around to leave.

After he leaves, you stay up and write. You write all of your feelings on a page. You write all the reasons you want to stay and all the reasons you want to go back. Eventually you fall asleep on the couch a pen in your hand.

When you wake up the light is bright. It takes you a few minutes for you to realize where you are. You’re in the hospital bed, a warm presence is on your arm. You look down to see Wanda slouched over asleep next to you. You smile, you’re back. You remember your time away so vividly; you look up and silently thank Pietro. You lean over and place a soft kiss on the top of the red head. It takes her a minute to stir. She looks up at you and just stares in disbelief. Her hand reaches up to cup your cheek making sure your really there. You just reach up and touch her hand.

That’s enough for her to attack you in a hug and sob. You hold her whispering reassuring words into her hair. “I’m here. Don’t worry I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Remember I’ll always come back.” She just cried harder.

After she finally calms down, she smashes her lips on yours, putting in all the emotions she has, and you are fast to reciprocate it. When you pull back your foreheads are touching.

“So, when are we getting married?” you ask a smile spreading on your lips.

“As soon as you get out of this hospital bed,” she says while smiling back at you.

“And the house?” you ask repeating all of the promises she made to you.

“Steve already started construction on the edge of the compound property.” She says while planting kisses all over your face.

“And the suit?” you ask, she freezes.

“Not happening anytime soon. We are taking a long vacation you and me, there are a lot of things we need to catch up on and I'm not going to share you just yet.” This causes you to chuckle and agree.

“He’s proud of you, ya know?” you tell her, she freezes and gives you a questioning look. “Pietro, I met him, he’s proud of you, he loves you, and he’s ok. He said you will see him one day don’t worry.” You say as you bring your hand up to her cheek in a comforting way. You see tears roll down her cheeks and you’re quick to wipe them away.

She snuggles closer to you “thank you y/n for telling me. And for coming back to me. I love you.” She says as she lays her head on your chest. You wrap your arms around her and in a few minutes, you hear that she is sleeping. You see such relief on her features, and she looks so calm. “I love you too, always have and always will.” You say as you lay a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

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joshstambourine · 3 years

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Greta Van Fleet as Dad's

Haven't been able to un-see this idea since it showed up on my dash and uggggh. I couldn't get over how cute all of this was.

For this imagine, I'm sort of picturing them with younger children, anywhere from 3-5 years old as they are all still crazy young hehe. Also. All of these imagines work with any gender of child. It's all sorta just what I imagine them having and being like in general 🖤

Taglist: @anditsmywholeheart

JOSH

Josh is such an interesting guy. He is both so deeply smart... but also at the same time he is the equivalent of a conversation between my last two brain cells.

The sheer amount of energy this man has means he'll not only keep up with a kid but also tire them tf out.

There would always be so much screaming and laughing in the house.

Lots of games of tag and the floor is lava

No matter what he has, son or daughter --- there will be so much dancing. Josh would be the kind of dad who loves to hold his kid and just dance around the house with them.

Not to mention all of the goofy songs they would be singing together.

I can see Josh conversing with his kids like adults even when they are little. Meaning there will be some very serious conversations about very silly things. Potato chips can make you a fly? On it. The floor is both lava and also the arctic? Josh is ready to hear all about how that's possible. There aren't mermaids but there are human sharks? Josh needs to know where he can find them asap.

I can very easily imagine him dressed up and sitting at a table that is far too small for him with his legs crossed.

His daughter would have started by putting one necklace on him and it soon escalated to a crown, sunglasses that didn't fit, and a set of fairy wings. Surrounded by many stuffed animals and dolls.

"Mmm, this is great tea! What kind is it?"

"Grape."

He'd look at his tiny tea cup filled with apple juice. "Huh I could have sworn it was Apple. Did you change it on me?"

She would shake her head, "No daddy! We already drank the apple tea!" She'd laugh.

"What?? You drank all the apple tea without me?!" He'd exclaim, "why did you drink all the apple tea with out me?"

Josh would inch over and begin to tickle her, just loving to hear her laugh really.

"Daddy! Daddy no! You can't tickle me, I'm the princess!!"

Jake

Jake immediately strikes me as such a chill laid back dad. The kind of cool dad you'd definitely want during your teenage years.

He'd be the kind of dad to sit and watch cartoons religiously with his kid, there's no way he'd be missing them. Doesn't matter if it's cool or comedy gold, if his little one loves it they're gonna watch it together.

I think Jake would really want to teach his kid how to play guitar. It's something he's so passionate about that I think it would bring him a lot of joy if his kid had at least the knowledge of techniques and things, even if they weren't a huge fan of playing themselves.

Jake as well strikes me as someone who would be psyched about making dad jokes, of course with a straight face.

That is just a long winded way of saying that as a very young child this kid would know more about music than I do now after 20 years of living on this planet.

"What did the Buffalo say to his little boy when he dropped him off at school?"

"Bison!"

For a gender of a kid I'm split right in the middle when it comes to Jake. I think either would be equally as adorable but for this imagine I'm going with a girl to keep things even.

With a little girl I can imagine him sitting quietly as he watches her tiny hands try their best to paint his nails cleanly.

There is pink nail polish everywhere. Everything is a mess. Everything smells of chemicals. But it's fine.

"After I do your nails can I braid your hair too?" She'd eagerly ask, not looking at his hands anymore but she is still trying to paint.

"But your show is going to be on soon...! I thought we were gonna cuddle?"

"....can I braid your hair and watch my show?"

Jake would look at her seriously before smiling, moving quickly to give her a small kiss on the cheek, "of course you can, only if you give me lots of cuddles after."

"Okay daddy!"

*insert a child who is only half heartedly braiding hair while fully enthralled in their show. Head tilted on a 45° angle to see the TV with half of Jake's hair in a frizzy mangled braid.*

Sam

I really think Sam would want his kids to listen to really good music from a young age.

I mean don't get me wrong I think all of the boys would be like this... but I see him being the kind of parent that buys into the "smarter babies listened to music in important development periods"

The ultimate "my kid is so smart" kind of parent that then shows you 20 drawings that don't look like anything, but clearly they look like something to him.

All those drawings get tucked away somewhere safe so he can go back and look at them proudly as his little one grows up.

"Maybe they'll be an artist?!"

He also strikes me as a parent who wants to be really involved in teaching his kid things. ABC's? Sam's baby has them locked and loaded. Numbers 1-20? Still has trouble remembering anything with a nine but we are working on it.

Ultimate joy is achieved when Sam gets to teach his little one how to ride a bike. He feeling like its a right of passage for every kid to have with their dad.

I pictured Sam sitting with his little boy at the kitchen table, puzzle pieces sprawled all over.

"Dad, I have a joke for you." He'd say as he fiddled with a piece.

"Oh yeah? Go for it buddy." Sam would reply as he connects another edge piece.

"Knock knock!"

"Whose there?"

"Banana!"

"Banana who?"

"The Banana man!" Snickering coming from across the table, hands banging on the table and nearly knocking several pieces off the table.

Sam would laugh a long, "Y'know I've never heard that version of that joke---"

"Dad I'm not done"

"Oh I'm sorry, continue." He'd say beginning to look for a few more pieces to go together.

"Knock knock!"

"Whose there?"

"Banana!"

"Banana who...?" Sam would respond slowly, prepared for the same poorly created joke.

"TWO BANANA MEN!"

Sam would have to lay on the table. It was such a freaking terrible joke but so funny to see the amount of joy it brought the little boys features. "You have to tell that one to mom, okay?"

Danny

Danny is such a loving guy in general, I feel like parenting for him would just be so easy. Not saying that there wouldn't be troubled times--- just that he's just one of those people that were born to parent.

The very dependable parent. Always going to make time for any small thing his little one needs.

Danny is going to encourage his kid to do whatever they love with all of his being.

"You like rocks? We should get a rock polisher."

"You're right these cookies are pretty good, maybe we should get the stuff we need to bake them together."

He is going to have a series or specific book he reads to his little one until they fall asleep. Its something he would refuse to miss, they have to do their chapter! Even if he's on tour somewhere he's going to call home to make sure they can read together.

Danny is over the moon to have a little golfing buddy. As soon as this kid could walk he bought them their own set of clubs so they could play along with him. He just couldn't wait to start teaching them.

Golf time is bonding time. They'd get to walk together and talk about anything and everything.

I've been crazy torn about whether to write about him with a son or a daughter, both are equally as cute. For the sake of evenness though I decided on a boy.

"Okay so for your driver buddy you need to hold your arms waaay out." Danny would tell his son holding his arms out.

"Like this?"

"A little more."

Little eyes look to Danny curiously as his arms become fully extended from his body.

"Perfect! Make sure you stand straight, and keep your eyes on the ball." He says with his hand on the middle of the boys back, "And then you just---"

"SWING!"

Danny nearly getting clocked in the head with a golf club but leans back just in time. The satisfying ting of the little one's club hitting the ball sounds,

"DID YOU SEE HOW FAR IT WENT DAD?!"

*Insert the face Danny made when he pretended Sam's margarita's were good*

~ If anyone wants a full fic written for one of these please let me know because I will 100% write out fluffy family fics without hesitation!! ~

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skaiatemple · 3 years

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January 21st is the Festival of Hope!

If you follow as a practitioner of Pop Culture Paganism, a user of Homestuck inspired Chaos Magic, or just want to use your favorite series to inspire you throughout the year, Skaia Temple is your resource center!

Whether you want to just celebrate it on the day, use it as a date for empowered energy, integrate it into your more mundane celebrations, or just appreciate your favorite characters and concepts this month, we have suggestions for whatever path you want to take with us!

Read below the cut for a condensed idea & resource list for this month of Hope!

Aspect Centered Celebrate the Aspect in all its glory if you’re all about on celebrating the Festivals for exactly what they represent: The Aspect and all the traits associated with it.

“If anyone could dream a better world into existence, it would be one of the Hope-bound.”

Hope is the season for imagining all of the things you could and want to get done this year. Perfect for the start of the year! Make a list of the things you want to do this year. And don’t hold back on those dreams- even if you decide to revamp your plans later, you’ll want to keep track of all the ideas you had when you were at your most determined!

Start a hobby you’ve always wanted to have or career venue. Look into the steps you can take ASAP to get you on the path to being the best version of yourself.

This month is for believing its possible.

Magical Inspiration If you want to use Homestuck concepts more abstractly and need some ideas for what brands of magic would work best for the season, if you have an Aspect or character-themed spell, feel free to send it in so it can be added to this section!

Now is a good time for prosperity rituals, meditation to help you see all the possibilities you have before you, and even sympathy spells to help others find the Hope in their own lives. It being the start of the year makes it a good time for purification and clarity as well.

Check out the moon cycles this month and correspond what Zodiac sign their in to help you in planning!

Here are three different Hope sigils. Unfortunately I couldn’t find much else Hope-specific which is a shame because now is a great time for resolutions and starting over.

Integration Route For people in the broom closet who are too timid or anxious to celebrate the Festivals openly- you can always integrate the Aspects traits to fit in with the more common trends and holidays of the month. Not even Hussie is is Homestuck God, no one will mind!

We just started the New Year, so making and focusing on a list of resolutions is something everybody is doing!

The season goes well into February, which is Black History Month, so theres a lot to be hopeful about and inspired by for Black practitioners.

Imbolc is celebrated at the start of February, the Pagan celebration of renewal as Spring nears. Perfectly matching the themes of Hope, if weather is doing what it’s supposed to be doing for the Northern Hemisphere, you can start planting physical versions of all of your metaphysical hopes and dreams.

Valentines Day too is a good day to be hopeful in either your romantic prospects, or just to dream about what you might want in the future about the subject. Just don’t become passivve agressivve if you don’t luck out.

Fandom Driven For if you’re not all about spirituality or routine and just want to enjoy going all-out with a beloved story & characters, you can honor the ones of this month by driving full-throttle on the fandom bandwagon.

Hope is the Aspect for the Amporas! Prime examples of what misguided beliefs can do to you if your dreams are selfish and narrow-minded. The Amporas probably deserved better than to be encouraged towards such violent activities and beliefs that only festered with all the worse facets of their personalities. And everyone around them deserved better than having to Deal With It.

Its also the Aspect for our dear Jake English. The adventuring hero, and prime example of the positives to the Hope Aspect. Even if you find those traits the only admirable part of him- at least he isn’t an Ampora.

Draw art, write fic, post analysis’ and just enjoy the existence of all these ridiculously delusional and exceptionally determined boys!

We hope you got some ideas for activities you can do with your friends or otherwise use to inspire and better yourself this month. Everyone plays the game of life differently, and everyone's beliefs are their own. Celebrate yourself as you see fit, and Thanks for Playing with Us.

~Mod Bee

#Festivals #Hope Guide #Hope Aspect

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wendysandersons · 4 years

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WENDY SANDERSON ( YARA SHAHIDI ) is a 16 year old JUNIOR student at Broadripple Academy. SHE is originally from JAMAICA PLAIN, MASSACHUSETTS but moved to Broadripple 1 YEAR ago. SHE is EXCITABLE and EMPATHETIC but can also be CLINGY and IMPATIENT.

1. Full Name?

Wendy Shohreh Sanderson

2. Preferred Names or Nicknames?

Wendy, Wends, Wendybird — she likes ‘em all!

3. What does their name mean? Does it have any significance in their family? Do they like their name?

Ripped straight from the internet: “‘Fwendy’ means, simply: friend. The second meaning of the name Wendy (“fair-skinned, blessed”) dates before Barrie and likely comes from a pet name for Gwendolyn. These elements come from the Gaelic words “gwyn” (holy, white) and “dolen” (ring).” When Wendy was born, her grandmother chose her name. As Peter Pan was one of the first books she read in English, she was attached to the name Wendy. Wendy as a character in the book was polite, well-mannered, and forgiving. This Wendy hits maybe one to two on a good day, so it works well enough. Wendy likes her name because her dad called her Wendybird growing up, whereas her sister Eleanor just got plain ol’ ‘Nell’. It made her feel special. Plus, while she doesn’t care much for Barrie or his story, she can relate to Peter Pan’s love of fun and youth. So, hey, no real complaints here!

4. Age and Date of Birth?

16 / June 21

5. Gender and Pronouns?

Cis Female, She/Her

6. Hometown?

Boston, Massachusetts — specifically in Jamaica Plain

7. Does your character fit into any well known archetypes or tropes?

Oh man, uhh. Sort of whatever Britney Murphy’s character in Uptown Girls was, in the “growing up is gross :(” sense. Daydreamer. Poetry lover. She has a head-in-the-clouds vibe. The chatterbox. Actually, with this talk of Peter Pan, uh, yeah. Bit of a Peter Pan!

8. How long have they been at Broadripple?

Wendy has been at Broadripple since the beginning of her sophomore year.

9. What led them to apply to Broadripple? Was it a decision made by them or by their parents/guardians or somewhere in between?

About two years ago, her family came into a solid chunk of change. Wendy’s mother Bahar is a nurse and caretaker. Over the past decade, she had been taking care of a wealthy elderly man in the Back Bay. When he passed, he unexpectedly left her some money in his will. Wendy’s parents almost immediately decided it would be invested in Wendy’s education. Her dad’s parents wanted her to receive a Catholic one, and her dad wanted Wendy to practice some independence, and so Broadripple came up in their research and she was off. Wendy’s hand in the decision-making process was decidedly minimal.

10. Whether they’ve been at Broadripple four days or four years, do they enjoy it? Do they like Broadripple?

Wendy enjoys Broadripple in that it’s fun to romanticize a bunch of old buildings. She enjoys creating narratives about and daydreaming of students of the past among the hallowed halls more than she does doing group projects. The school itself is too far-removed from society for her to find it particularly scintillating, but she’s making do! She’s a pretty positive person, though undoubtedly impatient. But she’ll admit it has its other draws. Their reputation is near-flawless—disregarding all that spooky shit, which she personally finds cool and intriguing, since the endless forest has some real The Witch vibes—and it bolsters a lot of interesting clubs and classes she can be a part of. The longer she attends, the more uncomfortable she is with the wealth of her peers, as well as impatient with those she deems rude and snobbish. She also has a habit of falling in love/developing crushes easily, often, and recklessly, and Broadripple certainly doesn’t have a shortage of attractive people. It’s a real gold mine, there.

11. What house are they in? Do they care very much about their house?

Wendy is in Keough. She likes the sense of belonging and the camaraderie, real or imagined.

12. Who do they share a dorm with, or are they on their own for the moment? What are they like to live with? Are they clean or messy? Early risers or night owls?

At the moment, Wendy is on her own! So that leaves her to be as messy as she wants — and she can be very messy. One side of her bed is for sleeping, the other is for trash, textbooks, homework, magazines, etc. If she had a roommate, I imagine she might drive them a little nuts with it. In general, I’d say she is more of an early riser. She’s someone who is somehow simultaneously lazy and restless, so she likes to get to bed early to veg out on her laptop with a bag of goldfish and then she’s up early to get her day started.

13. How is your character’s dorm decorated? Is it bare or bursting at the seems with personality? Any particular sentimental items from home?

Wendy is a proponent of the opposite of minimalism, which is Clutterbitch. She has various knick knacks and pictures and posters, as well as plenty of bins and storage to keep all her products, books, snacks, etc. There is no surface left untouched, let’s say that, and most likely a string of fairy lights somewhere. She also has a couple half-dead plants by her window, a Lykke Li poster on her wall, and a collection of postcards from her sister who travels around the country with the nonprofit she works for.

14. What is their favourite subject at school? Do they even have a favourite? Why?

Wendy’s favorite subject is Literature Analysis. She enjoys it because it is something of a creative outlet; she firmly believes there’s a lot of leeway in how things can be interpreted and she enjoys interpreting things ad nauseam. She particularly likes when they cover poets, but none of that boring classical white guy stuff. She’s more of a Toni Morrison-Mary Oliver-Anne Sexton-Jeanette Winterson-Gwendolyn Brooks type.

15. Are they involved in any clubs? Which ones?

Wendy is a member of the Chamber Choir, Women of Broadripple, and Yearbook (writer).

16. How does your character feel about Broadripple’s Unofficial Clubs? Do they know about them? Are they a part of any of them?

BBC: Gag! Like, morally. But if anyone hot happened to pay attention to her and let her borrow a pen one day, then who knows skjdn.

Chastity Club: Old School(TM). Pass!

BAU: Sign her tf up! She’d definitely be a member.

17. Does your character participate in any sports? If so, what made them join the team?

Noooope.

18. What afternoon activities does your character do? Do they just do the one mandatory one or are they involved in multiple? Why?

Wendy is involved in two afternoon activities, because she likes having things to do that aren’t burdensome and people to talk to. She’s involved in photography (she’s not very good but she’s having fun and hey, isn’t that what matters?) and the seasonal musical production. She is always a member of the company, never a lead, and again: she’s here to have a blast! Maybe look a bit foolish now and again. It’s NBD.

19. Do they miss their home when they’re at Broadripple? Do they often go home for the weekends or do they only go home during holiday breaks?

Wendy misses home a lot. She misses the noise and bustle and even the grey griminess of Boston. She misses her neighborhood and her neighbors, including (but only a teeny tiny bit) the annoying college kids encroaching on in. She misses her grandma’s cooking and her dad’s booming laughter and the smell of her mom’s perfume. She’s a very sentimental, clingy person. It’s hard for her to be away from the people she loves. Every once in awhile she’ll take a Greyhound back home for the weekend.

20. Did your character know Izzy De Santis or Maggie Monroe?

She did not know either of them. Maggie was in her year and maybe they shared a few classes but they never really spoke (*wendy voice*: the vibes were off), but she is totally wigged out by their disappearances.

21. Has your character heard of Edith Lynch? Do they know the story?

Wendy has heard of Edith Lynch and she has heard the story. After her parents chose Broadripple, they came across it in their research and they had a little sit-down talk about it because they’re a bit dramatic as hell. It was mostly to keep Wendy from using it as a reason not to go and involved the refrain of “it was thirty years ago, you’re gonna be fine, go memorize the Commandments.”

22. How does your character feel about Nighmore? Have they noticed the recently closed shops yet?

Wendy thinks Nighmore is pretty boring, but she definitely knows the shops in and out in search of entertainment. So she’ll have noticed some are closed. Bit sus!

23. Have you made any aesthetic Pinterest boards/WeHeartIt collections for this character? Or playlists? Anything you would like to share!

THIS is Wendy’s pinterestboard. I hope to post a playlist of songs she listens to soon.

Let me know if you’d like to form a connection or plot. I’ll be throwing up a connections page ASAP.

#bahq:intro #bahq:task1

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huffle-dork · 6 years

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Magnificent (Part 3/End?)

Part 1: [x] Part 2: [x]

Jackie is sitting on the couch at home, mindlessly watching tv, signature red hoodie on and mask tucked in his pocket. He’s bored out of mind. Since Marvin got captured, Schneep had forbidden him from looking for him or doing any hero work. And Jackie was ready to climb up the walls, he was going insane.

He groaned out loud and adjusted himself on the couch, still aching from his injuries. A head peaked out of the hall and approached Jackie. Jameson leaned his head over Jackie’s and met his eyes, giving him a concerned frown. He signed “ice?” at Jackie and the hero just smiled and shook his head

“Thanks, J, but i’m okay…” Jamie raised his eyebrows then shrugged, heading back down the hall

As he left Jackie heard shuffling from the kitchen behind him followed by a shout, “Jackie! You sounded like you were in pain, do you need anything?” Jackie groaned again and rolled his eyes, lifting himself up to yell from the edge of the couch, “No Chase! I’m fine!” Chase gave him a sheepish smile before retreating back to the kitchen with a “just checking, bro!”

Jackie sighed and closed his eyes. He was grateful that his friends were here to help him if he needed it after his injuries. But he was starting to miss the quiet of having an apartment to himself, even if Jamie didn’t make any noise.

Grabbing the remote from the floor, Jackie rolls over and starts scrolling through the channels. Why did they still have cable again? Everything is online these days. But hey he just needed something to distract himself for a second.

While he’s flipping he thinks he sees a familiar sight. A green haired man wearing a cat mask. He accidently scrolls past it but he yelps when he sees it and quickly sits up to scroll back. When he finds the channel again the announcer booms:

“Welcome all, to our performance tonight! It’s the great magician, formally known as Marvin the Magnificent. Give a round of applause for Magnificent!”

Marvin appears on stage in a poof of red tinged smoke, donning a nice red dress shirt and black vest. He’s wearing a glittering cape and a new red and yellow colored mask. He bows for the crowd and gives a dead eyed smile to the camera.

Chase, having heard Jackie exclaim comes running out of the kitchen again and pants as he nears the couch.

“What? What is it?” He stops and gapes at the tv, “Is… Is that Marvin?”

Jackie can’t believe his eyes. How is Marvin there? He stares wide eyed at the screen and knits his eyebrows together.

“Something’s wrong…”

“I thought you said he was captured?” Chase mutters and Jackie quickly shushes him so he can hear.

Marvin doesn’t even greet the audience like he usually does. He just claps his hands together, magic bursting in his hands making his hair and cape fly in the wind. He opens his hands and out pops a couple white doves, who coo and zoom out over the crowd. They cheer watching the birds fly in amazement. Marvin grins and moves to snap his fingers. The doves all instantly burst into red and yellow confetti that rains down on the audience. They roar in applause.

Jameson, hearing the commotion, peaks back out and makes his way to join the others boys. He sits on the couch and stares at the tv before silently gasping and covering his mouth with his hands.

Marvin grins on stage and shifts to snap his other hand. The confetti shifts into billowing red smoke and the lights dim and turn red, casting the audience in blood red light. Phantom, in the audience, smirks and focuses to try to find a fitting victim.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Marvin projects through the thick smoke, “I see the wonder in your eyes. You must be wondering, how can i perform such feats?” Marvin laughs, but it’s almost sinister and a chill run through the crowd. Marvin then spreads out his hands and the smoke instantly clears but he’s no longer on stage. Instead he’s floating about 10 ft off the ground, sitting on the air. The crowd erupts in response and Marvin does a half bow.

The magician floats down and lightly touches back to the stage to bow properly. He snaps his fingers as he draws back up and a bright red flame appears. Marvin throws out his hands and the flames follow after his movements, creating dazzling visions and fireworks in the air. After making what looks like a little septic eye out of flames, Marvin outstretches a hand then clenches it tightly into a fist. The flames turn into a shower of red roses and Marvin bows again to the screaming crowd. He catches one of the falling roses from the air as he looks back at the audience.

“My friends,” Marvin says, “You too can do these feats as well. You just need the right… opportunity!” He reaches out a hand to the crowd, “May i have a volunteer?”

Jackie whispers as he watches, fixated on the screen, “Marvin never asks for volunteers…”

Phantom scans the room through Marvin’s eyes. Through the still lingering smoke he can feel the building desires of the crowd. His eyes land on a teenage boy, eagerly jumping in the air trying to get called on. With dreams so big, Phantom can’t help but grin. Marvin points out to the crowd and a light appears over the boy.

“We have a winner, ladies and germs!” Marvin says with a dead eyed grin as he lifts up his hand. The boy is lifted up in the air as the crowd gasps. The boy stares in wonder as Marvin gently pulls him onto the stage. The boy then looks at Marvin with stars in his eyes. Marvin smiles and offers him one of the roses.

“Do you want to do magic?” Marvin asks the boy with a sly grin. The boy eagerly nods. ‘Yes! More than anything! It’s always been my dream!” Marvin then gets behind him and takes his arm, extending it outwards.

“Look inside yourself,” He mutters, “Imagine your desires…” Off stage, Phantom is whispering the same words into his scepter, as if Marvin is just his mouth piece. The boys are surrounded by red smoke for a second before Marvin closes in, “Now, just snap!”

The boy snaps his fingers and out from his hand bursts a massive colored flame, climbing up half the view of the stage. The crowd breaks into outrageous applause and the boy looks about ready to cry, a huge smile on his face. Phantom grins and chuckles sinsterly.

“See everyone! Anyone can do magic! Just follow your dreams!” Marvin announces, holding the boy close. The boy wipes away happy tears and waves at the audience. Jackie suddenly gets a bad feeling in his gut.

“Now,” Marvin starts, turning to the boy, “Why don’t we get an autograph from our new shining star?” He snaps his fingers and a roll of paper appears, as well as a big feather quill. ‘To end our show with a bang!”

Jackie immediately bolts up away from the tv, startling the other boys.

“He’s gonna make that kid sign a deal!” Jackie shouts, hands clenched into fists, “Phantom’s controlling him!”

Chase looks back to the tv with fear in his eyes, “Shit- what can we do?!”

Jackie quickly spins and grabs Jameson’s shoulders. “Jamie,” he pleads, “You can teleport can’t you? I think this is at the Brighton Theater, if you get us there we can stop this!”

Jameson stares at Jackie with wide eyes, softly shaking his head. He’s never done magic that big before, only small little disappearing acts. Tiny magic stuff. Jackie leans down and grips Jamie’s shoulders harder.

“C’mon JJ! Marvin needs us! And i know we can save him, but we gotta get there now!”

Jamie bundles his fists and stares at his lap in conflict. He then pushes up and grabs Chase’s hand as well as Jackie’s. Jackie quickly pulls on his mask as Jameson closes his eyes and they all disappear in a swirl of teal magic.

The boy stares for a second before excitedly grabbing the quill. Marvin and Phantom grin sinister smiles in unison as the boy reaches to sign the paper. Usually Phantom likes a little more from his victims, but hey a deal was a deal. He could make something out of this.

Just before the pen reaches the paper, a teal light appeared above the stage. And out of it topple out three boys with green hair, nearly splatting themselves onto Marvin and the boy. The boy jumps back startled then looks at Marvin, “woah! You didn’t even snap or anything! How did you do that?’

Jackie quickly gets up from the jumbled pile, wiping dust off his jacket and adjusting his mask. Whispers of exclamation erupt from the crowd at the sight of Jackieboy man, joining the stage. Chase helps Jamie up and brushes him off, patting his shoulder for the job well done. Jameson gives him an exhausted looking thumbs up.

“Woah! You’re Jackieboy Man!” The boy exclaims, and Jackie gives him a gentle smile before turning and assuming a fighting pose at Marvin, “That’s right. But kid, you need to get out of here. ASAP.”

Jackie looks out in the audience and makes eye contact with an enraged Phantom. He glares at the demon before addressing the crowd, “This “Magnificent” here isn’t the Marvin we all know and love! He’s nothing but an imposter!” He looks Marvin straight in the eyes and his face softens slightly, but he looks more determined than ever, “But we’re here to save him.”

Gasps and shouts of confusion burst from the audience and the volunteer looks at Marvin in stunned disbelief. Marvin bristles with anger, magic building up around his body.

Phantom growls and quickly whispers to the crystal ball, his words coming out at the same time as Marvin’s on top of the stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen! It looks there’s gonna be a grand finale after all!” The crowd cheers again as Marvin turns to face the other three, an eerie red glint in his eyes.

“For my final act! I shall make these three jokesters disappear!” Marvin growls the last words in a deep threatening voice as he snaps his fingers and a bolt of scarlet tinged lightning shrieks its way towards the boys.

Chase and Jackie duck out of the way and Jamie shuts his eyes tight and concentrates. A thin teal shield pops up in front of him, looking like his pocket watch, and blocks the blast before shattering into pieces and sending him sliding backwards.

The crowd erupts into screams of panic as many rush to the doors of the theater to escape. Marvin pays them no heed and strides forward, readying his fingers to snap again but Jackie quickly stands up and blocks the other two from view.

“Marvin stop please! This isn’t you!” He begs, voice threatening to break. Marvin pauses in his stride and tilts his head at Jackie, like he’s trying to comprehend what he’s said. Then his head snaps back up and he growls, that red glint back in his eyes.

“I’m exactly who I need to be. Magnificent!” He snaps his fingers again and Jackie is blown backwards into Jamie and Chase by a blast of colored air. The boys all cough and try to catch their breath but before they can Marvin outstretches his hand and suddenly Jackie is lifted up into the air. Jackie struggles but his arms are bound tight to his body by Marvin’s telekinesis. He whimpers slightly at the pressure and tries to speak up again.

“Marvin, you’re so much more than just your magic!” Jackie cries.

Chase stands up to full height and joins in, “Yeah Marvin! Remember what’s good about you! Like how kind you are!”

“How you cry at disney movies!” Jackie shouts.

“How you make my kids smile,” Chase says slightly quieter, a sad smile on his face, “How you could always make them laugh, even without your mask or your magic!”

Jamie jumps up and waves his hands before signing “Brave” and ‘Confident” Marvin’s way.

Marvin growls and uses his other hand to grab Chase and Jamie into a telekinetic hold as well, bringing them up to Jackie’s level and increasing the pressure on all of them.

“Shut up!” Phantom says through Marvin’s voice, “That Marvin doesn’t exist anymore, he’s gone!”

Jackie struggles, feeling pressure on his neck, threatening to silence him. But he manages to choke out, “Then why are you crying?!”

There’s a pause as a thin tear falls down Marvin’s face under his mask. Marvin and Phantom scream in rage as one and Marvin throws his hands down, causing the three to crash through the stage in a huge explosion of dust.

Phantom takes that as his cue to disappear and reappear behind the curtains, so no one else can realize he’s the one pulling Marvin’s strings. Marvin makes his way through the billowing dust to look down at his bruised and battered opponents.

“Give up,” Marvin sneers, his eyes lighting with red fire, “You can’t save me. There’s nothing more to save.”

With shaking arms Jackie struggles to sit up, his old wounds hissing in pain. He opens one eye through the pain and grunts, “Yes, there is. I know my friend is still in there….”

“Why do you even care?!” Marvin suddenly exclaims, sounding more like himself for a second, “I was nobody before you found me! I shouldn’t matter to you! To any of you!!” Marvin’s shaking, and Phantom feels his control of him slipping. He glares and grips his cane hard in his hands, trying to think.

“You’re our friend, Marvin!” Chase shouts, clutching his bruised sides, “You’re more than that actually you’re our…” When Chase can’t seem to find the word, Jamie moves to sign it. “You’re our brother.”

More tears streak down Marvin’s face despite his enraged expression. He lifts a hand to blast the boys again, but he hesitates, his hand shaking uncontrollably.

Jackie stands and limps his way up to Marvin. “C’mon Marv… I know you don’t want to do this… You only ever wanted a chance to prove yourself. And, well look at you! You’re the most determined and clever person I’ve ever met. You’re meant to do so much more than this…”

Marvin’s eyes shift back to their original blue and he holds back a sob, unable to put down his hand. He bends down his head and weakly mumbles, ‘I-i.. I don’t want to hurt anyone…”

“You don’t have to Marvin,” Chase encourages, helping up Jamie again so they can stand by Jackie. Jackie reaches out his hand towards Marvin, “Just put your hand down, and we can end this.”

“I-i can’t!” Marvin cries, shutting his eyes, his hand shaking more, his fingers ready to snap at any moment, “P-Phantom…! I… I belong to him now.”

“That’s right,” A dark voice says from behind the curtain. The boys all turn to see Phantom appear in his signature poof of red smoke, twirling his cane in his hand.

“You guys can’t take my little performer away from me,” Phantom taunts, drawing near, ‘After all, without me he wouldn’t have his magic…. Then who would he be?” He comes up behind Marvin and drapes an arm over his shoulder, and Marvin grits his teeth and stares down at the floor.

Jackie strides forward in rage, ‘He’d still be fucking Marvin! That’s all he needs to be!”

Phantom laughs, “Oh okay, Mr. hero. If you didn’t have your powers, who would you be?”

“I’d still be me, ya freaky con man. I’d still do whatever i could to help others and do what i love. I don’t need powers to do that. And neither does Marvin.”

Marvin stares at Jackie, more tears streaming down his face.

‘I…” He whispers in a small voice, “i… I never realized…” Phantom snarls in rage and grips Marvin’s shoulder even harder, causing the magician to yelp in pain. He points his cane at Jackie and the orb glows red, as do Marvin’s eyes. Marvin’s arm finally stops shaking and he snaps as soon as Phantom says the word, blasting Jackie back in a powerful explosion of sparks.

Then, in a flash, Phantom is at Jackie’s side, the blade of his cane ready to slice the hero in half. Marvin quickly shakes his head, normal again for a moment. He screams as he sees Phantom move to cut Jackie down and suddenly is body is encased in blue green magic. In a flash of green light, before he could even touch his blade to Jackie, Phantom is thrown into the side of the stage, his cane sliding across the floor away from him.

The cane rolls and hits Marvin’s foot. The magician stares down at it in shock, as if he’s just finally seeing it for the first time. He picks it up slowly, studying it in his hands. Phantom hisses as he struggles to stand up.

“Marvin,” he croaks, “buddy… just-!”

Marvin points the cane Phantom’s way with a dark look on his face. “Shut up,” he growls menacingly, and Phantom swallows.

“You… You almost took everything from me!’ Marvin yells shakily, drawing closer to Phantom, “My magic, my home, my friends! My identity! All because.. Why? Because I wanted to prove myself? I had magic before you came along!”

He stops in front of the terrified looking Phantom and holds the staff in two hands, glaring down at him, “But, I don’t need magic to be me anymore. I have my friends to remind me of who i am. So you can take your crummy deal back!” Marvin takes the scepter and breaks it over his knee, snapping it in two.

A bolt of green and blue light shoots out of the crack and blasts Marvin backwards, sending him flying into Chase and Jamie. They catch him and keep him from dropping to the floor, his body shaking from the force of the blast.

“No! NO!” Phantom screams, crawling over to the broken pieces of his staff. Soft wisps of smoke come swirling out of the break, turning from scarlet red back to brighter colors of the rainbow. Phantom quickly tries to snap the pieces back together, holding the crack tight, hoping to contain the smoke back inside. He glares at the boys in pure hatred before he disappears in a puff of smoke.

As soon as Phantom leaves, Marvin’s eyes roll up in the back of his head and he becomes deadweight in the arms of his friends. Chase lowers him to the ground, lightly tapping his face to try to wake him up. Jamie stares at him looking scared.

Jackie struggles to stand on his feet, his vision blurring slightly. He draws a hand away from his chest to reveal a small amount of blood on his hand. His wound must have opened up in the fight. He grits his teeth and covers up the wound to not worry the others and limps his way back to them. He kneels down and puts a hand on Jamie’s shoulder.

“Think ya got enough in you to get us home, bud?” He asks, and Jamie quickly nods, grabbing the other boys hands and sending them back to Jackie’s apartment in a flash of teal

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#hufflewriting #ego fanfic #phantom #nathan sharp #natewantstobattle #marvin the magnificent #chase brody #jameson jackson #jackspeticeye fanfic #jacksepticeye #jackieboy man #septic egos #whump #mind control #i’ll add links later im tired and i wanna sleep #but i also wanna post this lol #I FIXED THE FORMATTING SO I DONT HAVE TO SPLIT IT YESSS #remind me to only upload these on my computer god damn #magnificent series

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ancientbrit · 3 years

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Natter #11 12/2/2020

Gordon Polson <[email protected]> Wed, Dec 2, 2020, 11:04 PM I am not sure how this will work out as I am not sure what to write anymore. Apparently, the last one must have gone over like a lead balloon and as there are no clinics to draw topics from I tend to write about things I think you might appreciate. It looks like I guessed wrong last time. Right now I am in the midst of editing the old Natters - all the Natters that is that we have been able to recover. Unfortunately, there are some still missing and I think that they are probably permanently gone now. However, there are something over 120 now available with grateful thanks to Tom & Jo, Janet and Carin, who resurrected all those we now have available. It is interesting to read back on them, some I find are likely to still be of interest - at least I hope they will be.This Summer I was positive that my banana palms would produce fruit as they went through last winter with most of their stature intact. This meant that they would be starting their growth from high up with all that potential in their "trunks" which normally indicates fruiting possibility. I kept hoping as the warm weather turned hot but still nothing. Then last week Jean asked me about the weird-looking lump in the middle of the clump. It was only visible from her bedroom window and when I checked, there were the unmistakable rows of bananas preceded by the large oval flower bud with the point on the end, looking something like a large bird's head. At the same time, I realised that my largest Brugmansia., which had bloomed it's head off all summer planted in the garden, was now devoid of all of its leaves, but the buds (all 35 of them) were still hanging on and twenty eight of them are now open and blooming away! Yet another variety, that I was given by the 'Duchess", which is a variegated type with white blooms, had been left outside in its pot last winter, so of course, it was cut down, leaving just dead stubs. Halfway through the summer, I noticed new shoots just emerging from the surface and right now it is almost two feet high. I intend to leave it again all winter just to see if it will make it. The big “Charles Grimaldi” will surely die back as it is more exposed and it is too big to dig and return to the greenhouse where it spent last winter, but at least I have taken cuttings which are ridiculously easy to root One of the more interesting facts which I re-read dating back to 2012 was regarding the word 'sequester'', which I have used without really understanding it's meaning accurately This example involves the production of material from gaseous carbon dioxide. Apparently, a Dutch biologist planted a willow sapling in a pot containing 200lbs of compost and over a five-year period the sapling was only given water - nothing else. At the end of the five-year period, the sapling was removed, cleaned and weighed, topping the scales at 169lbs.The compost was removed from the pot, returned to the same state of dryness it had been originally and then also weighed, coming in at 199lbs 12ozs! Not too difficult to see why trees are planted to soak up atmospheric CO2.

I just had an Email from a seed company back home in Devon, England where my folks lived. I have bought seed from them for the last couple of years and both Lucy and Alison have had plants that I grew from some of that seed. The mail was offering a 20% reduction on all seed orders before the end of December and I thought some of you might be interested. Their inventory is quite large and unusual and they can be accessed at PlantWorldSeeds.com. Bearing in mind the terrific run there was on seed last Spring and knowing how I was unable to buy any of the seed that I wanted, I will be taking my order there very soon. I don't know if the 20% reduction only applies to me as a former customer or not, but if any of you would like to buy and find that the reduction doesn't apply to you, you can always let me know what you want and I can run the order with mine for the reduction benefit. just let me know ASAP so that we can get in under the wire. One of the stimulating things I re-read was regarding the natural enemies of the Brown Marmorated Stink bug. There is a yellow & black spider, three different Praying Mantids with varying novel ways of dealing with them. One chews off their legs to prevent escape and then munches on it like a sandwich. Another injects a fluid that pre-dissolves all that interior pudden and then sucks out all the protein. And talking of protein, the BMSB is apparently more highly nutritious protein-wise than a good steak. I have no idea who first discovered that but I can't imagine biting one whilst holding one's nose. You've got to be desperate.

Over the last several months we have been visited by two beautiful cats - one a long haired tabby - very friendly and the other a gorgeous white long haired creature with slight grey marking around it's head. This cat seems to be caught on the horns of a dilemma as it sits at various spots all round the house , just staring at us, but when you attempt to go near - he moves away. Last Summer he and Pickle had a difference of opinion regarding just whose property this was and I had to step in and break them up before they took off. This hasn't fazed him at all - now he comes right up close and stares through windows where Pickle can see him resulting in some foul language. I also believe that he is rather frustrated as he watches Pickle shove through his cat flap - just above and to one side of my bed, but cannot seem to work out how this works. And so last week, after Pickle came through at around 2:30 am with the usual bang, White cat followed him and hammered four times on the flap and ran off. He has since developed the habit of sitting just the other side of the flap staring in and Pickle is getting a bit paranoid. He hasn't used the flap more than six times in the last few months.

Then just a wee while ago, following a couple of days of strong winds, I was reading in bed around 1am. Pickle was sitting upright alongside me, watching the bedroom door - quite unlike his usual attitude, where he lays across my leg and sleeps. I thought that it was a bit unusual, but was totally surprised when suddenly Big White Fluffy cat casually walked through the door, from the house side. I asked him what he was doing there, but he ignored the question, turning around and disappearing into the dark.

Pickle and I got out of bed and followed BWF cat, turning on all lights as I went, up and downstairs. no sign of him. I noticed that there seemed to be a slight cool breeze coming from my workshop and going in there I noticed that a new service door I had fitted was slightly ajar. I hadn’t yet fitted a lock, but just left a heavy chunk of wood leaning against the door to hold it closed. The strong winds had shifted the block and the door was swinging. I closed and wedged the door tight and fixed the lock next day, but from then BWF cat has never returned. I find small piles of white fur in odd places where he must groom, but no cat! Strange.

I think that I might try to get back into running a PeaPatch at Luther Burbank Park. I have no idea if there are any available right now nor how to find out with the CCMV closed up, but I have to do something. The raised beds that Jill has allowed me to use for some years have now been removed. I was told that she was afraid that I might get dizzy and fall off the edge of the raised ground - a six foot tumble over rocks. But I think it must be that their son has now taken up permanent residence in the house with his fiancee and they want to keep the coast clear. Reasonable.

Anyway, I need to do it as I currently have no place to grow veggies.

Sunday there will be a virtual re-union of those who attended the virtual clinics during the year - BYOB. Rather a neat idea but not to be compared to our bun fights. Another interesting thing that came to light in reading the Natters is that way back in 2013 it was proposed that advanced classes be offered leading to Advanced recognition for those who took it and possibly passed a test. The idea was approved and was to be pursued. 'Have to raise the question as it seems to me that there has always been the threat of MG loss purely because of stasis.Yet another point which should be settled is when existing MGs from outside States move to WA and wish to continue. Many have been turned off & away by being told that they must retake the whole 3 month class again including the $fee. This, I could sort of understand if they came up from Florida say, but two that I know of came from Oregon and how different can Oregonian plants be to WA? Can we afford to be so profligate with trained and keen MGs, especially now that we will be missing a whole year of intake and possibly losing quite a few from this year too?

I have recently been in contact with a guy who was at my old school at the same time I was - just a year ahead of me. I have no idea how he found my details as I didn't know him at school, but we have been trading emails back and forth now for some time. His wife died recently so he is obviously now alone and I think this correspondence is good for him, I certainly enjoy it. The strange thing is that he lived no more than 1000 yards away from me and from photographs that he has sent I know the masters and most of the swim team he was part of - just not him. We seem to share a huge number of things in common. He also attended the same middle school that I did - well he had to, there was nothing else around. I had to remind him of the various staff names and subjects as he couldn't remember a single one. In biology, he sat next to one of my best friends - Dave Bellamy. His interests are similar. He and his wife worked in the States for years. They had Siamese cats too He is interested in cars and he is rather lucky at the moment as his two daughters have taken charge of a sports car that he built and ran for years and are having it restored - just needing the glass replaced now and some final tuning work done on the engine. I was to have seen him when I was back home two years ago until my busted ribs and having to look after my sister intervened. Bedtime calls right now, but I am ashamed that I haven't maintained a more regular correspondence with you as I have in the past. I will try a little harder in 2021 - perhaps there will be more happening then - I certainly hope so.

Your fearless leader,Gordon

PS Don't forget - those whose CE levels are a wee bit below par. Don't leave it to the last minute. Talk to me.

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Manga Character! Jihoon [1]

Okay so i was gonna post this like three hours ago but when I got home the power was out at my home and we had to keep waiting for the electrical people to come (they kept on telling us different times they were gonna come but then they kept pushing it back) but I hope you guys like it!

idea: Your favorite Manga Character is Kim Jihoon (you’ll understand why i changed his last name in the next part) and while your parents are on vacation something unbelievable happens!

Your family always told you that miracles do happen. just not as often as you would like.

you never really believed it

but boy did you start believing once you literally saw one of your favorite manga characters standing in the middle of your room

so it goes a little like this.

you were home alone because your parents decided to go on a long vacation together. and since you were 18 and in your last year of high school they thought that you were old enough to take care of yourself!

so you were just reading your manga when the sudden urge to eat came upon you. You left to go tame your stomach from growling.

While you were downstairs making ramen for the thirteenth time (you actually do not know how to cook so you’re wondering why your parents thought you could take care of yourself hkfs) you hear a yell from upstairs

you instantly turn off the stove (after making sure your ramen is done cooking ofc) and grab a nearby pan making your way upstairs.

noises continually come from your room especially and honestly you’re preparing for a full out battle

“i hope my parents are okay with some things that will be broken in my room.”

you take a deep breath and pray to the food gods that you will get this over with in time so that your ramen won’t get cold

you put your hand on the knob and fling the door open to reveal

a guy around your age wandering around your room confusedly

“um hello?”

you stood there confused because once the boy turned around he looked exactly like your favorite manga character, just a real life version though.

you dropped your pan and you just stared at him with your mouth open.

“y-you are-”

“I’m Kim Jihoon!”

“i know just hold up a sec!”

he just gave you a confused look and tilted his head and you felt your heart melting because wow he is exactly like how you imagined to be if you met him in real life except he was 100x cuter.

“How do you know who I am? Where am I anyways last time I remember I was getting ready for my concert...”

You looked down at your manga book that was open on the floor. Instantly walking into your room you grabbed it and realized that his character drawings were all removed the book.

you then looked up again to see Jihoon now sitting at your desk playing around with the random things you had on it.

“what am I going to do now...”

Suddenly an Idea popped up in your head

“Hey Jihoon come over here.”

You gotta rip the bandage off one way or another.

Jihoon basically hopped over and sat down next to you on your bed, you shoved the manga into his hands and made him look at it

“This...why are all my friends drawn in this book in the exact situations I’ve experienced?”

you start feeling super bad because you are secretly enjoying it because your manga crush has come to life but he’s just over there going through his mid life crisis

wait he isn’t at his midpoint of his life yet though what are you thinking

“I know this is some sort of W Two Worlds situation, but you were a character in this manga. I guess somehow you’re here now and in my room so I’ll help you get on your feet for now. I’m making some food downstairs so just come down when you’ve grasped the whole situation.”

You kind of just left him there to read the book and went downstairs to make another serving of ramen to him. Hey it might not be the best dinner but thats all you knew how to cook.

so like after you set up the table you are just sitting there and waiting for jihoon to come down but he doesn’t and your stomach isn’t playing games anymore IT WANTS TO EAT so you just start digging in.

so as you are stuffing your face with food Jihoon comes down and sits across from you.

“I uh didn’t get your name”

you look up at Jihoon with your mouth currently stuffed with ramen. you quickly swallow it (almost choking bc you had a HUGE mouthful of ramen)

“i’m Y/N, you should eat you must be starving.”

he nods and starts eating. its awkward for a while but tbh you’re okay with it since you just rlly want to eat atm.

after eating you quickly wash both of your dishes and jihoon is still sitting at his spot awkwardly and you are feeling awkward too so you’re like

“Jihoon you don’t have to be awkward we’re the same age. also follow me real quick I need to get you situated.”

he nods and quickly gets up to follow you. You’re just kind of mentally between being happy or feeling bad about jihoon being in front of you instead of being a manga character

it also feels unreal and also wow he’s too pretty like what kind of skincare does he do you’ve been meaning to ask the author this since everyone compliments his skin in the manga

BUT since you have the real thing in front of you its a PERFECT chance to ask him yourself

but anyways

you grab some blankets and pillows and lead him to the guest room. You then walk to your room and grab the biggest set of clothes that don’t look girly and hand it to him.

“My dad gave me these sweatpants so they should fit you. also i used to get really large tshirts so I think this should fit you too.”

“thanks”

you both go to now jihoon’s room and you set him up while he goes and changes. he comes back in and you start to leave when he grabs you by the wrist.

your heart starts beating but then you’re like ‘remember he’s probably just confused and needs help. this ain’t some manga love story’

“can you just sit here with me for a second, I’m still really shocked about what is happening.”

“yeah of course.”

you both sit there in silence and you’re just trying to think of ways to make jihoon more comfortable.

“okay i have a game plan. although it doesn’t require me looking for a way to get you back, you should do that yourself bc I am uneducated i can help you get a regular lifestyle until you go back?”

jihoon quietly laughs and you just realize the mess of a sentence you blurted out

“that would be great.”

“okay so my parents won’t be here for a couple of months so we can just chill until they come back and i’ll ‘explain’ your tragic situation and they should be chill then too and you can join my school tbh just submit an application and since you’re so talented they’ll probably accept you asap!”

“explain?”

he gives you a look like “are you rlly about to tell them that i came out of a manga book?”

and you just say outloud

“I’m gonna tell them that you got kicked out of your place for wanting to become an idol and since my parents love music they’ll instantly love you.”

Jihoon just nods at all of this as he lays back on the bed. he puts his hands behind his head and just stares at the ceiling.

“also i have work tomorrow so either you can come with me or chill here.”

“I’ll go with you.”

you nod and proceed to get up, you are about to close the door when you turn back towards his room,

“just saying now that you are living with me, it means that i will be super comfortable around you now because I hate awkwardness.”

jihoon just laughs and starts to get under the covers.

“alright, good night Y/N”

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tipsycad147 · 5 years

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How To Make Witch Bottles To Lift A Curse

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If you lived in England or the American colonies in the 17th century, there was a good chance you’d suffer from a persistent, uncomfortable physical ailment which today would be easily treated with a quick trip to Walgreens. Irritating urinary tract issues were common — stones, infections, inflammations and the like. And while clever witches were whipping up ointments and tinctures to ease symptoms (some of which were even adapted by modern medicine), the less enlightened were busy searching for a scapegoat. So what’s to blame? Unhygienic living conditions? Hell no. It was the unmarried, childless lady who lived up the road, with the affinity for animals and a knack for herbs. The witch. The witch was to blame!

Though witchcraft was abhorred, feared, and even legislated against, in these societies people decided to fight fire with fire. Enter the witch bottle; protective magic for the common man. Witch bottles served two purposes: Stopping any curses from hitting you (much like a dreamcatcher hung over beds is supposed to trap nightmares) and sending the curse back to the witch tenfold. If your witch bottle happened to kill the witch, even better. A little extreme to want a stranger dead over a bladder infection, but there you go.

If a victim feared their “incurable” health issue — a UTI, for example — was the work of a witch, the first thing they had to do was procure a bottle (glass, terra cotta, or stoneware were most popular). Then they filled the bottle with their own urine. I’ve heard two reasons for this. One explanation is that the urine acted as a taglock, meant to tie the bottle to the victim so the magic knew who was suffering. The second explanation is that the bottle was supposed to represent the witch’s body, and the urine inside the bottle would represent what should be attacked inside her body when the curse came rebounding back.

The victim would then fill the bottle with rusty, bent nails, felt hearts stuffed with pins, hair, glass — anything that would mimic the discomfort they were currently experiencing and hopefully “trap” the curse. The final step was to get rid of the witch bottle, either by chucking it into a stream, putting it in the stove, or burying it upside down — getting rid of the curse and sending it back to the witch. More complicated preparations could be undertaken, such as adding bones and other meaningful objects to the burial site. All that was left to do now was wait. Either the curse would rebound back to the witch and she’d be forced to lift it from her victim, or the curse would resolve itself thanks to the protection of the witch bottle.

Given the era, there was a surprising cultural acceptance for victims of witchcraft to dabble in magic themselves. Instructions for the creation of witch bottles would be available from local apothecaries. Some people used them for the more general protection of homes and buildings and buried them in the foundation or walls of a house. Others were carried to the farthest boundary of a property, drawing negative influences far away from the home and trapping them. These bottles might be filled with symbolic offerings for protection of the structure and those who dwelled within, and not with tools for revenge.

If bottles didn’t suit you, you could always turn to the witch ball to ward away those pesky witches. They were small, mirrored balls that were supposed to send a witch running for the hills if she saw her own reflection. However, the witch balls were so striking hanging from windows and trees that people decided they were too pretty to waste on witches and started hanging them as decoration. You probably own a few yourself, but of course, we call them Christmas ornaments these days.

It wasn’t long before witches reclaimed the witch bottles and began using them for their own purposes, protection of the property still being the main one. The ingredients evolved and the intention of these bottles became much more refined. The bottles were filled with sharp, dangerous objects like pins, razors, and nails before red wine and rosemary were added and the bottle sealed. The pins trapped anything trying to hurt the witch; the wine “drowned” it or took away its power and the rosemary sent it away. Seeing an opportunity, many witches also made bottles that summoned good things instead of just repelling bad ones. The bottles were no longer destroyed but buried in places they would never be disturbed.

Curse Lifting With Witch Bottles

As I mentioned, although witch bottles have been modified over the years to be used for more positive magic, their original purpose was protective and more specifically, for getting rid of curses. Recently, I wrote a post about how to curse someone else, but I failed to mention what you should do if you’re the victim of a curse. Well, the witch bottle is a great antidote if you find yourself on the receiving end of another witch’s fury. First things first, though. How do you know if you’ve been cursed?

Curses most often manifest in the form of extremely bad luck. Unexplained, sudden pain that has no medical reason, discovering that some of your things have gone missing, protective amulets breaking, nightmares, finding strange symbols, powders or liquids around your property, bad omens, or strange emotions or thoughts that don’t feel like your own are all signs you may be cursed. If you suspect you might be cursed, chances are you have a good idea who might be responsible and why. If you don’t spend a lot of time around other witches, your risk is pretty low but do keep in mind that many witches practice in secret. Even without definitive proof of a curse, you can still use a witch bottle as a precaution to lift it and as future protection.

What you will need:

A bottle or jar

Red wine OR vinegar OR Four Thieves Vinegar OR, if you’re feeling particularly traditional, urine

Rosemary, dried

Various sharp objects (pins, nails, razor blades, fish hooks, screws, broken glass or mirrors, tacks — you get the idea)

Matches

One black and one white candle

A piece of cloth

Saucepan and a straining spoon

I’m keeping to a very basic, traditional method of making a witch bottle but feel free to tweak any element as you see fit. What the witch bottle seeks to do is trap, drown, and send away. If you don’t want to use wine or vinegar, hey, urine is free but also not for everyone. So you can definitely use substitutions here. As for the sharp items used to “trap” the curse, I’ve heard using rusty items is essential but as someone who grew up hearing horror stories about tetanus, I don’t do this. Be safe and clean. No one wants to ring in the new year with lockjaw.

Now that you’ve got your ingredients, it’s time to bring it all together. Put a saucepan on the stove over medium heat and add the liquid you’ve chosen for your witch bottle. Bring this to a boil and begin adding your sharp objects one by one. You don’t need to leave this boiling for long, just give everything some time to heat up, then remove the saucepan from the stove and set aside.

Place your jar on your cloth and on either side of this, set up your white and black candles. Light the candles, take a deep breath, and begin fishing out your sharp items from the saucepan with your straining spoon. Add them to the jar and as you do, imagine all the misfortune that has recently befallen you, and imagine skewering these bad moments and pulling them away from you. Picture the curse on you as a tangible thing, like a greyish-green bubble, and these dangerous little things are shredding it. Visualisation is important here. Try very hard to see the curse moving from you and into the jar. See it trapped in the jar, snared on the pins and nails.

Very carefully, pour your liquid into the jar almost to the top. The curse, now stuck in the bottom of the jar, is drowned by the liquid and is dissolving very quickly. As soon as the liquid is in, strike three matches and throw them into the liquid, then add your rosemary. The liquid should still be warm, so see the steam rising from the jar as remnants of the curse evaporating, banished entirely. Take another deep breath and try to centre and get back to neutral. You might feel lighter and more clear-headed now that you’ve gotten rid of this nastiness!

When the jar is cool enough to handle, seal it tightly and flip it upside down. Blow out your candles, wipe the jar with the cloth and clean up any spilled liquid. Get this cloth in the washer ASAP. Now it’s time for placement.

I don’t condone burying bottles in the earth. I know this is how it’s done traditionally, but I’d like to veer from tradition for this last part because these days we know better. If you definitely feel your bottle should be in the ground, fill a pot with dirt and bury the bottle there. If it’s small enough, you could add it to a potted plant though you run the risk of having it disturbed. These bottles should NOT be moved after they are placed for a long, long time. Keeping the bottle upside down, you could place it under the porch, in the very back of the cabinet under the sink, somewhere in the garage, or in the basement, etc. Voila, the curse is lifted and now your home has the very old and powerful protection of a witch bottle!

https://thetravelingwitch.com/blog/how-to-make-witch-bottles-to-lift-a-curse

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anneedmonsonus · 5 years

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Le Fanu, Perth’s Most Expensive Renovation, is Now For Sale

Le Fanu, Perth’s most expensive home renovation, is up for sale. If you could do with a luxury beach home and have a spare $17 million, this heritage-listed house could be yours!

Some of you guys may remember the story I wrote a few years ago on this house. Right by the beach in Cottesloe with spectacular views, the 1893-built house later fell into ruin, catching the eye and imagination of many who passed. Eventually Le Fanu was put on the market in 2008 for $6.5 million. Because of the 1492sqm block and the home’s extensive 36m ocean frontage, the land was estimated to be worth a whopping $15 million. But because the heritage restrictions were so strict, any future owner wasn’t allowed to bulldoze but had to restore – and the sheer scope of the work was certainly a deterrent. The house later sold for a greatly reduced $4.5 million and its extensive renovations cost almost $11 million. Whether its style is to your personal taste or not, there is no doubt that it is an absolutely incredible job. If you’re interested in the listing, Le Fanu is on the market with Pamela Wilkinson of The Agency.

If you’d like to read the original comments, you can check out my original blog post here. Otherwise, take a little tour below!

SAVED FROM RUIN: THE STORY OF LE FANU

There has always been something so compelling to me about a beautiful old house that has fallen into ruin. Are you the same? I think a ruined old house has something romantic about it; it sparks the imagination as you envision what it could look like with some love and what secrets might lay beyond its walls.

Way back in November 2008, when I was just a wee house nerd with black flared pants from Roads and eyebrows that didn’t match, one of my newspaper editors sent me an email asking if I could write some stories on Le Fanu. I knew instantly what house she was talking about and just about kissed my computer in excitement at the thought of finally getting to stickybeak inside.

Photo from Archie’s Archive.

The ballroom was one of the rooms in the worst condition. The leadlight door you can see was able to be saved.

Photos: D-Max Photography.

I had driven past this house for years and if you live in Perth, you probably have too. On a valuable seaside block on the corner of Marine Parade and Salvado Street in ritzy Cottesloe, Le Fanu has become a Perth icon since it was built in 1893; with its conical tower, gables, ornate chimneys and tall windows pulling admiring glances. One of the first houses in Cottesloe (along with nearby Tukurua and my personal favourite, Belvedere), Le Fanu was originally built as a grand beachside home for the wealthy general manager of The Bank of Western Australia, Henry Diggins Holmes, his wife Marion and their three children.

Later in its life, Le Fanu fell into ruin – and became even more famous. Its listing on the market in 2008 was a controversial one.

This was because with the block’s large size of 1492sqm and extensive 36m ocean frontage, the value of the land was estimated to be worth at least $15 million – possibly the most expensive piece of residential real estate in Cottesloe.

Yet because the crumbling old abandoned house, which came with an asbestos roof, crumbling bricks, rotten roof timbers, collapsing limestone walls, an assortment of creature tenants and the highest possible grading of heritage listing, no-one was allowed to knock it down and redevelop – leaving the only choice for a potential owner to renovate. As the cost of the extensive restoration work would cost millions, the selling price of the property was set in accordance for a greatly reduced price of $6.5 million.

It later sold for around $4.25 million – yet still cost almost $11 million to do up, making it Perth’s most expensive home renovation (and many would say one of (if not the) most difficult! It’s not difficult to see why…

BEFORE: The old ballroom.

Photos: D-Max Photography.

With Le Fanu now saved from spilling back into the sand dunes, I thought I’d celebrate by taking a look back at the history of this very special home – why it fell into ruin and how it was rescued by a team that included dedicated owners, Zorzi Builders and Hocking Heritage Studio – and show you the house’s amazing before and afters. Enjoy the tour. Maya x

A TIMELINE OF LE FANU

1893

Originally called Banksia and later named Le Fanu in honour of a former Anglican archbishop, the house was built in a Federation Queen Anne style and demonstrated the affluence that accompanied the gold boom of the 1890s. At the time it was built, Cottesloe was just being established as a popular summer playground for wealthy Perth residents in the 1880s, and there were only six houses in the suburb.

Nestled into the sand dunes with uninterrupted sea views, Le Fanu was built at 2 Salvado Street, Cottesloe for the Holmes family – the wealthy general manager of The Bank of Western Australia, Henry Diggins Holmes, his wife Marion and their three children, two daughters, Marion Phoebe, Albina Emma and Henry William. The Holmes had a massive effect upon the cultural life of Western Australia through banking and charitable activities, with Mr and Holmes and his wife Marion founders of the Ministering Children’s League Convalescent Home in Cottesloe. The Holmes family were prominent in business and charity, and incredibly generous with their time and money. Throughout their lives the family undertook many kinds of charity work, fundraising and philanthropic activities for the elderly, disabled, mentally handicapped and the poor.

1897 In May 1897 it appeared that the Holmes family had moved permanently to Banksia.

1898 – 1900

The house was soon extended with substantial additions and alterations undertaken in 1898 and 1900 designed by architect Percy William Harrison. The extension programs culminated in the western and northern rank of rooms in 1900.

Originally a five room house, the house grows to encompass 17 rooms that include five bedrooms, a light-filled ballroom, also allegedly used as a chapel, a drawing room, a formal dining or reception room, a formal lounge, a second lounge room, a sitting room, a family room, kitchen with walk-in pantry, an enclosed veranda and a study, its walls once covered with wood panelling with a concealed safe in the wall. There are also designated maids quarters.

There is a cellar by the kitchen, with hooks to the ceilings where meat was once hung, and an entrance to another cellar from a building in the garden. The Queen Anne style featured coursed rubble limestone walls and the southern façade had a particularly beautiful feature in the form of a candle-snuffer roof, a roof in the shape of an inverted cone, usually atop a tower.

BEFORE AND AFTER: The home’s distinctive candle-snuffer roof. Photos: D-Max Photography.

1945

Following the deaths of Henry and Marion Holmes the house was transferred in 1945 from the Holmes family to the Church of England’s Perth Diocese, as the Church was closely associated with the MCL. Just after the end of WWII, le Fanu was bought by the Anglican Church. The Anglican Church continued the charity work of the Holmes and the house was used as a meeting place for religious organisations and groups. It was in 1945 that it was renamed ‘Le Fanu’ after Henry Frewen Le Fanu, the Bishop of Perth between 1929 and 1946. (I had always thought naively that it was named Le Fanu after 19th century Irish ghost story/Gothic horror writer Joseph Thomas Sheridan Le Fanu, which when the house looked quite spooky seemed quite fitting). The house’s ballroom was allegedly used as a chapel.

1973

Le Fanu was sold as a residence to a woman called Francis Fenwick, later Mrs Drake-Brockman, who took it on with the aim of renovating and restoring it to be her beachside home for her retirement. However it was a colossal job and as she was also coping with a farm at Esperance, the house slowly slipped into disrepair. Its position on an unprotected, blustery seaside block didn’t help with the salty sea air adding to its gradual degradation.

1975

The National Trust of Western Australia classified Le Fanu in 1975.

2008

The ruined abode was put on the market. An offer was made, but the sale fell through and the house went back on the market.

Le Fanu’s sale was a controversial one. With the block’s large size of 1492sqm and its extensive 36m ocean frontage, the land was estimated to be worth a whopping $15 million. Yet because the ruined house had the highest possible grading of heritage listing, the only choice for a potential owner was to renovate – an expensive task not for the faint-hearted. So the selling price of the property was set in accordance for a greatly reduced price of $6.5 million.

I was thrilled when in 2008 I got the chance to have a stickybeak through the house for my newspaper stories. I was one of those many people who drove past the house and stared at in a creepy fashion.

Chris Shellabear was the agent then. Chris is a nice, kindly man who seemed bemused at the fact that I wanted to go see Le Fanu. Really, the story was not a home review – it was a news piece about the famous house going on the market and struggling to be sold – and it didn’t actually require a personal walkthrough, but Chris didn’t need to know that, I figured. “Yes I NEED to see it,” I declared to him, ignoring the fact that Chris is a very busy man. “When are you free?” I was keen to get through it ASAP before I lost my chance and teed it up for that afternoon.

The house was a delightful mess. It was far worse inside than I had thought it would be. I have written about a few ruins over the years but I had never before visited any house in such a decrepit state. The ceilings were caving in, the floors were caving in, there was damage from rats and termites and the salty sea air to the limestone walls. It was dark and quite creepy, and an overcast day, with the wind rattling through the holes in the walls and ceilings.

The ballroom was one of the rooms in the worst condition. The leadlight door you can see was able to be saved.

The ballroom, at the end of the grand hallway, was considered dangerous so we could not enter it properly, and there was tape sectioning off areas that were too hazardous. I didn’t blog back then – I don’t even think I had a camera phone – and the sellers didn’t want any photos taken of the “interiors”, but I still regret not snapping photos. It was shocking inside. I remember the cellar, still with an old meat hook hanging from the ceiling, and a chute from the outside.

Chris told me at the time he believed the house would be bought by people wanting to turn the residence back into the grand family house it had once been. “Ninety percent of the interest has come from people wanting to make it a family home,” he said.

The chute down to the old cellar.

The cellar saved.

BEFORE AND AFTER: Incredibly, Zorzi Builders managed to save and restore many of the original features, including the magnificent leadlight front door and the original tesselated Federation tiling. Photo: Heather Robbins.

2009

It was still a while before Le Fanu, then home to rats, snakes and birds, found a buyer in 2009 (who desired that their involvement in the house remain out of the public eye) – but it sold in April, for the reduced price of around $4.25 million. (Hey, that’s a bargain, right – more than $2 million under the asking price!)

The new owners (bravely taking on one of the biggest and most complicated restorations in Perth as their first renovation project!) approached Perth’s premier building company Zorzi Builders, who having seen the outcomes of the restoration and adaptation of the incredible heritage house Colwyn at 50 Victoria Avenue Claremont, decided Hocking Planning & Architecture were the appropriate heritage architects for the challenging job.

“Zorzi Builders are proud to have been entrusted with the restoration of this important home, which couldn’t have happened without the courage of our clients, who wanted to get it right,” Zorzi Builders marketing manager David Reynolds said. “It was gutsy of them to put that kind of money on the table and is perhaps a sign that as a society we’re valuing heritage more.”

ABOVE PHOTOS: A long, grand hallway leads to the ballroom, now a billiards room. D-Max Photography.

Photo: Red Images Fine Photography.

2011

With plans for Le Fanu’s restoration now underway; in 2011 I interviewed the late great architect Ian Hocking of Hocking Planning and Architecture, who sadly passed away on November 16, 2014. Le Fanu was his last project.

Ian, a renowned heritage architect, was excited about being a key player in Le Fanu’s restoration and told me about what work was planned for Le Fanu. He said the approved design was guided by a conservation plan to satisfy the stringent heritage and planning requirements of the Heritage Council of WA and the Town of Cottesloe. “Le Fanu is in a very fragile state and would disappear in a handful of years if not conserved now,” he said. “The conservation of the external cap limestone walls and brick quoining and the reconstruction of the external facades to c1900 configuration and appearance will be major challenges. No residential project in WA has involved this level of conservation works nor this level of urgency.” Mr Hocking said the Marine Parade and Salvado Street facades needed to be retained, as did all the major internal rooms, gallery and passage, basement undercroft and cellar.

Ian said the approved design had been guided by a conservation plan to satisfy the stringent heritage and planning requirements of the Heritage Council of WA and the Town of Cottesloe. “The development approval took six months of detailed submissions, consultations and negotiations to satisfy the many detailed requirements,” he said.

Even the furniture to be placed in the house when complete, years in the future, required council pre-approval!

Ian said discussions with the Heritage Council of WA and Town of Cottesloe confirmed the need to retain the Marine Parade and Salvado Street facades including roof lines, reconstruct the verandas to their original configuration, retain the setbacks which give the place prominence and retain all major internal rooms, gallery and passage, basement undercroft and cellar. “These constraints occupied three quarters of the site, leaving only the cramped north-eastern corner for new development, which extends the facilities of the existing house,” he said. “The existing house does not have any bathrooms or toilets and the kitchen has to be taken down, and reconstructed, to accommodate the driveway in its prescribed location, into the basement level car park, from Salvado Road.”

An artist impression of what Le Fanu will look like after the proposed work.

2012

Work continues on the home – carefully. With the danger of walls and ceilings collapsing, tradespeople were instructed to wear hard hats. There are countless tradespeople and artisans called to work on the house, many who were so happy to be a part of its history they even worked weekends on it. Many original features were almost ruined but were able to be rescued by being carefully taken apart, painstakingly restored, then put back together. The salt-soaked limestone walls were deconstructed and the stones bagged and numbered to be restored to rebuild the new walls. The Federation tessellated floor tiles, archway plaster angels, leadlight glass doors and fireplaces were also restored. The existing jarrah floors, too rotten to rescue, were replaced with locally sourced jarrah.

David says Le Fanu’s importance as an iconic heritage home thrills many of the Zorzi artisans, giving them an opportunity to use traditional craftsmanship methods in a historic setting. “It was a real 18-month labour of love for them – it took them back to their roots,” he says.

A NEW LEASE OF LIFE: The beautiful original Federation tiling to the entry foyer was saved, each piece restored and painstakingly relaid by Zorzi craftsmen. Photo: Red Images Fine Photography.

This fireplace in the formal dining room was also saved – including its tiling. Photo: Red Images Fine Photography.

Adjoining the ballroom, now a billiards room, is now a beautiful bar with black honed marble benchtops. Photos: D-Max Photography.

The open-plan kitchen, living and dining – the timber ‘centrepiece’ is a bar. Photos: D-Max Photography.

The house is slowly extended and becomes a capacious three storey mansion – with features including a cavernous ten car undercroft garage (with marble floors. Of course), a restored cellar for wine, a ballroom/billiards room and a luxe main suite on the top floor.

Tradies report unusual noises and like to joke that the resident ghost is former owner Mrs Drake Brockman. “The supervisor said when he was alone at the house late at night he thought he could hear people in the building,” said David Reynolds.

There is also the mystery of the wall in one of the ground floor. Despite a plethora of experts being called in to figure it out, no-one can explain why the wall is continually cold and damp. Every time the wall is scraped back and the paint fixed, it is shortly damp and cold again with damage to the paint, as if water is seeping from within the limestone wall – which should be impossible. The team eventually puts it down to some kind of quirky supernatural activity!

Every bathroom is lavishly appointed. Photos: D-Max Photography.

On the upper floor is the new main suite, which seems to be bigger than my entire house. Photo D-Max Photography.

2015

After checking out the house again during its renovation, I am lucky enough to visit Le Fanu for the third time, with David Reynolds and other West journalist Sally-Ann Jones. It is fully furnished, but whisper-quiet and empty; with the current owners using it only as a holiday house. Sally has just asked if the house boasts any hauntings, and David tells us of the supervisors and tradies who have heard strange noises. Two minutes later, all three of us hear a distinct thump from downstairs – even near-deaf old me. “There’s the ghost,” laughs David.

Zorzi Builders work on the home takes out the 2015 Masters Builders-Bankwest Housing Excellence Awards title of the Best Alteration and Addition in WA. David Reynolds says the intricate interior was designed with MMA Interiors to symbolise the period the house was built and its history as an abode for a wealthy family; features include chandelier-adorned ceilings, original ceilings roses, marble floors and bathrooms, locally sourced jarrah and custom cabinetry throughout. Original limestone walls restored and extended with locally sourced material surround the home along with water features and salt-tolerant architectural landscaping. This grand old lady is ready for a new lease of life.

The classically designed gardens accentuate the timeless beauty of the house – and don’t restrict the stunning ocean views. Photos: D-Max Photography.

What do you think of Le Fanu’s renovation? Like many people, I loved the romance of the ruin, and while I feel the house still has something very romantic about it, it is a different kind of magic now; walking through gives a feeling of awe more than mystery. With the house still a seaside holiday home; it has not yet re-acquired the patina and character of frequent use. And while it is exquisitely beautiful, the finished house is too elegant for my personal taste – you know I prefer my homes a little worn in; I would never belong in a house with elegant marble floors! (unless perhaps I was sliding across them in my socks).

However I do know that Cottesloe Council – and the Heritage Council – have very stringent laws. The work that was done to Le Fanu – every material, feature and fixture would have had to have met very particular guidelines. I think the work and craftsmanship that has been done has to be commended – even if it’s not to your personal taste you cannot deny the house is incredible. It is amazing it is still standing and all the people who saved it deserve the biggest congratulations. It was not a job for the faint-hearted and they’ve turned it into the kind of home befitting of its spectacular oceanfront locale and one that reflects the huge investment of money, time, energy and faith that went into it.

When I visited the finished house it was empty – a holiday house again, which seemed a bit of a pity, to have a house like that only be used infrequently! I’d love to see it as a wonderful family home again. And who knows – with a long life now ahead of it again, hopefully that will happen once more. Maya x

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Ed. Note: Contributor Wesley met up with local entrepreneur Amy Dobbins to discuss her brand Mint Cream and found how this young Memphian combines her passions with business. See a few other “Memphian To Meet” profiles here. Meet Amy Dobbins. She’s a manicurist, vintage fashion aficionado, and entrepreneur. Amy is the founder of Mint Cream, a unique retail experience that caters to the true Americana obsessive. I met with Amy at her studio and retail space at 525 N. Main, the old Greyhound bus station in Uptown. She walked me to her second-floor studio past abandoned ticket booths and browning marble counters and floors. The building is old and forgotten, but there are signs of those breathing life into it, ensuring that it can be useful to some even if it most likely never again be useful to all. It’s fitting that this is where Amy’s business thrives. She and I talked about her style, her inspirations, and her business. Wesley: Tell me a bit about Mint Cream and yourself. Amy: Mint Cream is me. I do nails, I sell vintage clothes, accessories, toys, comics, art, you name it. I started doing that around 2010, but as Dare Threads Vintage and Art. I rebranded to Mint Cream in 2014. I do all of that out of this studio right here, and sometimes I host pop-ups for other people in my studio, too. Wesley: For real? All of that? Amy: Well, I also have a booth at Found Memphis on Broad Avenue, and I’m always doing pop-up shops around the city. I curate artists, crafters, or other vintage resellers and get them together and hold expos called Mint Cream Market. My last one was at Tad’s Imaginarium on Madison. You been there? Wesley: Yeah, it’s that warehouse Downtown with all the airstream trailers and stuff in it, right? Amy: Yeah, that’s the place. I love it so much. And I’m not picky about where I do the expos either. Hell, I’ll do ‘em in a laundromat if I had the chance. Amy Dobbins’ studio at 525 N. Main, or what your grandma’s bedroom would look like if Pintrest were around in the 40s. Wesley: So, Mint Cream is the brand that all of your services funnel into. Amy: Definitely. I mean, people can get their nails done at my clothing popups, and I sell clothes and do nails out of my studio. It’s a big thing, and this is just the beginning. I have to start where I start and get the vision out there. Wesley: How’s business going? Is there a big market for vintage clothing in Memphis? Amy: Oh yeah, it’s going good. I get a lot of college kids, millennials, folks who like Americana. Rockabilly tourists hit me up all the time too, especially when they’re coming to Memphis to play shows. They come here and shop or order online, and I ship all over the world. I’m doing so much that I have to start thinking about the future, which means having employees working with the nail part, or the shop part, or the marketing parts. So many pins and brooches! Also, the dangle of her bracelets on her wrist were giving me this crazy ASMR tingle. Possible Mint Cream opportunity? Wesley: That’s exciting. What kind of people would you hire to work with you? Amy: Cool young people. But for real, you have to love the stuff. You gotta match my nostalgia. Artists that are struggling, you can work for me. I’m not gonna do a drug test on you or be like “you need a degree or years of experience”, you know? Stay-at-home-moms who want to work from home online for my online shop. Wesley: So you don’t have a day job? Amy: No, it’s all Mint Cream. I go out of town to thrift stores and estate sales to get this stuff, it’s so much fun. I’ve worked hard and it’s only getting bigger and better. Wesley: But what’s stopping me from just going to a thrift store and buying my own vintage clothes? Amy: Imagine thrift stores as Mint Cream’s wholesaler. I buy clothes, inspect them, clean them, and re-sew buttons and repair zippers if I need to. Mint Cream isn’t a thrift store, all my clothes are curated and taken care of. Wesley: What draws you to 40s and 50s fashion over modern fashion? Amy: I really like the curvier cuts and high-waisted clothes of that time, but also I love amount of time and effort that women put into their appearance just to go work factory jobs or other other jobs you don’t normally dress to the nines for. And I love 50s fashion because of its rebelliousness. It’s like “I’m free, I can do this, I can do that, I can like rock n’ roll and look the part.” Vintage clothing just comes with personality, I think. I seriously almost bought that floral blouse for myself. Gender is dead. Wesley: I’ve often wondered why people of color, black people in particular, become engrossed in Americana aesthetic and fashion, despite the fact that the era and ideals that it glorifies weren’t particularly great for anyone who wasn’t a white male. Does that ever bother you? Amy: Of course! But fashion is like celebration, and a lot of my style icons for those eras are black women. Coretta Scott King, Martin Luther King Jr.’s wife was very fashionable. That lady was sharp! Eartha Kitt, Diana Ross, Zora Neale Hurston, they were all beautiful and awesome people who did awesome things. They was punk as hell. Wesley: Did they inspire you in any ways other than fashion? Amy: Oh yes. Before I started doing nails full time, I worked as a pharmacy tech at Kroger in 2006. But I was just not about that life, not about standing on my feet all day and taking orders from people. I wanted to create art, you know? I wanted to do what I want. Those ideas were always in my head. Wesley: That’s a pretty brave way to life your live. Amy: It’s a lifestyle. It’s definitely a lifestyle. If you want to check out Mint Cream for yourself, hit the links below. You should also head to Found for Mint Cream’s wares. – Facebook – Instagram: @mintcreamshop and @mint_cream_market About The Author Wesley Morgan Paraham is a Memphis native and University of Memphis graduate who spends most of his free time in his Midtown apartment playing video games with his partner. He’s currently DCA‘s PR+Social Media Coordinator. Are you a home owner in Memphis, with a broken garage door? Call ASAP garage door today at 901-461-0385 or checkout http://bit.ly/1B5z3Pc

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