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ihaveonlymydreams · 1 year

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Hi Maria!!!

I’m starting a new ask game, where AU give you the name of a movie/book, and you tell me who you think should be in a modern-day remake/adaptation of it, and I’ll share with you who I would cast!

After looking through your blog, I give you… Stardust!!!

Ooh interesting! The OG version is so firmly stuck in my head that I'm having a hard time picturing anyone else lol but let's see (I'm going off the book characters, not the movie)

Tristran Thorn - Will Poulter (he can play inexperienced and bumbling and also cool and competent)

Yvaine - Zendaya (she just has the sass and the sweetness)

The Witch Queen - Cate Blanchett (would love to see her tear it up as an evil witch)

Dunstan Thorn - Keanu Reeves (sweet and perfectly likely to just wander into fairyland)

Lady Una - Sandra Bullock (mostly so she can be reunited with Keanu but also because she can play anything)

Ditchwater Sal - Meryl Streep (she can also do anything and I think she'd have fun)

Victoria - Anya Taylor-Joy (she could pull off the "I'm beautiful and also slightly bored with you" no problem)

Humphrey - Timothee Chalamet (I just think it would be funny to see him play the silly antagonist)

Septimus - Jude Law (why not, I'm running out of ideas lol)

#Thanks this was a fun ask!#Long post

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randombookreadersworld · 2 years

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Stardust

author: Neil Gaiman # pages: 248 # chapters: 11 start date: February 25 finish date: February 25 rating: 3/5 review: I enjoyed the movie so I thought I would give the book a try (seems like that’s a recurring thought) I did enjoy the book maybe not as much as I enjoy the movie but I did see the movie before reading the book so of course its gonna have a soft spot in my heart

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benchowmein · 3 years

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i like that the love interest in stardust (not the actual love interest, the one who works at mr monday's shop and marries gay henry cavill) is like. a relatively innocuous lady who IS flirting with tristran. and he returns from his adventure and is like "you need to fucking grow up your stupid little girl" like? she didn't actually WANT you to go catch the star...she was lowkey just kidding...

#i wish they kept the 'when two mondays come together in one week' prophecy from the book #like una being freed by ditchwater sal's death is like. ok lol obviously once her owner is dead she's free?#the prophecy makes it much more fun #i guess its because the whole story is un-fairied #like its not fairyland its stormhold #there's no more fae rules #just fantasy stuff

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gammaspectrum · 5 years

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A Star Fell From Heaven - 11/21

AO3 link (entire work)

Chapter 11: The Marsh and the Black Market

Sam woke to a sky covered in a blanket of vibrant stars.

“Welcome back to the world of the living,” Gabe’s voice filtered through the dark. “How are you doing, kid?”

Sam sat up slowly and with a groan. His thoughts still felt like he was swimming through mental molasses, but he didn’t think he was going to pass out again. “A little hungover, I think.”

“Limbus grass is pretty rough on humans,” Gabe stated. “Feeling a little muddled is pretty normal.”

Sam got to his feet and felt for his duffel bag. Gabe pushed it into his hands and Sam began to search for a flashlight. “We should get moving. We lost a lot of time.”

Gabe didn’t respond.

“What? Is there something wrong with that?” Sam asked, concerned that there was some reason that they shouldn’t risk journeying at night.

“No. You’re right. I just don’t really like the idea of traveling at night. Faerie’s bad enough during the day,” Gabe agreed after a short pause.

***

A few hours of walking in the dark later, Sam was feeling more like himself. The worst of the fog in his mind had lifted and he no longer felt like he was stumbling like a drunkard as he walked.

“Hey, Gabe?” Sam questioned, breaking the silence that had so far only been punctuated by the sound of their footfalls on the dirt of the road and the occasional sounds of Gabe’s candy wrappers.

“Yeah?” Gabe answered, warily, pausing in his chewing of a conjured chocolate bar.

“That witch called you Loki,” Sam stated, carefully. He turned his head slightly so he could watch how Gabe reacted.

“She did,” Gabe agreed, face impassive, and not elaborating.

“That’s who you are, isn’t it?” Sam continued.

Gabe remained silent for several long moments, “Caught me out, haven’t you? Big mouth on that witch.”

Sam took a moment to think this over before he said anything else. So the Trickster was the Norse trickster god known as Loki. As gods went, Loki was still pretty well known, probably even still had followers. It explained why the Trickster had always been so unusually powerful compared to most monsters and pagans that they’d encountered. “Should I call you that?”

“Call me what?” Gabe asked. “Oh. You mean should you call me Loki?” He paused to think about it for a moment. “No. I think you’d better stick to Gabe. It’s not that you couldn’t call me Loki, but I’d rather not announce to everyone we meet that I’m a pagan. Kinda hoped to be a bit incognito while I was over here. Pagans aren’t the most beloved entities in these parts.”

“Okay, Gabe it is,” Sam said decisively, even as he mulled over the implications of pagans being disliked in Faerie.

“And, ah, Gabe?” Sam questioned after a few more minutes of silence.

“Yeah, whatcha need now?”

“Ah… thank you,” Sam mumbled, nervously rubbing his forearm. “For stopping the witch from killing me. Both witches from killing me, really. I… I really appreciate it.”

Gabe stopped walking completely, as if being thanked was a great shock to him. Sam turned the flashlight toward him, illuminating Gabe’s features.

Gabe quickly schooled his face into a smirk and seemed to almost preen under the awkward thanks. “Sure thing. It really wouldn’t do to have a witch outfox me, after all. I’d never live it down.” But Sam got the feeling that Gabe hadn’t really been as upset as he had been about nearly being tricked.

Still, it didn’t really matter what Gabe’s motivations were. It mattered that Gabe was taking his alliance with Sam seriously and seemed to have indicated by his actions so far that Sam’s wellbeing was a priority for as long as their truce lasted.

Perhaps the limbus grass hadn’t completely worn off yet. Gabe seemed to shimmer (glow?) in Sam’s peripheral vision. That couldn’t be right. His mind must have been playing tricks on him.

***

Eventually, Gabe declared that they ought to rest for a little while, at least for a couple of hours until dawn. Sam may have felt better after his inadvertent drugging but it had still taken a lot out of him. He was concerned for his brother but bowed to the necessity of sleep. Even if he was less than enthused to sleep in the presence of the Trick… of Gabe. Of course, he’d twice been unconscious in Gabe’s presence and the worst that had happened was Gabe going through his things. Which, while annoying, wasn’t exactly the same as being stabbed in the night. This was comforting enough to permit Sam to doze off.

When dawn broke, they continued up the road, until it began to skirt north around the swamp, which stretched before them as far as the eye could see, all the way to the foothills of Mount Drummond. It didn’t appear to be a particularly unpleasant swamp, being more of an open marsh rather than the claustrophobic, Spanish moss infested swamps of the deep south. There were clumps of trees here and there that broke up what otherwise would have been a vast plane of marsh grass, and there was a distant forest that suggested that some areas of the swamp were creepier, but for the moment Sam thought nothing of stepping off the path and into the marshland.

The ground squelched a bit beneath his feet, but he didn’t sink too deeply into the muck. It felt more like peat beneath his feet than anything else.

Gabe followed without comment, munching on something that was probably a Milky Way.

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The sky-ship docked in midair next to a truly terrifyingly tall cliff near the top of Mount Drummond. A long gangplank was dropped into place to form a bridge between the ship and the cliff, and soon the crew was disembarking with their ill-gotten catch.

Dean and Castiel followed them, staying close to Jane. They’d docked somewhat away from the official docking points and so had to walk a little ways into the small town that sat precariously on the plateau on the top of the mountain.

Jane led the way through town, skirting around all the main thoroughfares and sticking to the dark alleyways until she made it to a sketchy looking office in a squat little building tucked into a dead-end alleyway.

The man in charge of the office was apparently named Ferdy, or so the label on the door suggested, and it seemed that he was a fairly reputable trader on the black market.

Jane had her crew deposit the catch in its large insulated barrel at Ferdy’s feet, who had come out of the backroom to inspect it. He flicked open the barrel’s lightning damper and glanced at the crackling electricity within. He commented, “Yeah. Doesn’t seem very fresh. I’ll be honest.”

Dean had a hard time believing that anyone could tell how fresh magical lightning was just by looking, and further he knew that the lightning had been caught last night. It was clear that Ferdy was trying to bullshit the captain into giving him a better deal for the illicit goods.

Jane motioned to her first mate, who handed her a curved leather vessel that also contained several bolts of lightning. “Very well, shall I give you a taste, Ferdinand, my friend?”

Ferdy shook his head uncomfortably. “No, no.” He likely did not want a large electrical discharge in his office, as it was filled with many valuable and probably illegal items. Dean had spotted several beautiful weapons, including an old-style black powder pistol and several finely wrought swords.

Jane paid Ferdy no mind and flicked open the metal valve at the end of the tube.

“Oh, there you go,” Ferdy complained, as a small bolt of lightning lashed out across the room and obliterated an expensive looking lamp, which crashed to the floor. “Brilliant. Like they’re cheap.”

“I think it’s still crackling, still alive, and très fresh,” Jane smiled dangerously at Ferdy, as if she was daring him to contradict her. “So why don’t you name your best price?”

“For ten thousand bolts?” Ferdy inquired.

“Ten thousand bolts of the very finest quality grade A lightning,” Jane confirmed.

“Yeah, but it’s difficult to shift, isn’t it? Difficult to store,” Ferdy equivocated. “If I get the Revenue men in here sniffing around, what’s the…”

Jane tapped impatiently at her sword’s hilt, and her first mate stared at Ferdy menacingly.

Ferdy stumbled over his next few words and decided, “Best price, 150 guineas.”

“Gentlemen, if you’d put the merchandise back on the Gichigami and prepare to sail,” Jane commanded, and the crewmen began to reach for the lightning container.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Ferdy said, as Jane reached out to shake his hand.

“Ferdinand, it is always a pleasure doing business with you,” she stated, calmly, completely unconcerned about needing to go elsewhere to sell her haul of lightning.

“Hold on. Hold on. One minute,” Ferdy managed to stop them from leaving, at least momentarily.

“One-sixty. One-sixty,” he offered Jane for the lightning.

“I’m feeling generous today,” Jane said pointedly. “I’ll settle for no less than two-hundred.”

“Two hundred?” Ferdy was clearly displeased by this number. “Okay. You’re having a laugh. Have you had your head in that? Has the lady been sailing up where the air’s too thin?”

“You’re being very rude to me, Ferdinand,” Jane commented coldly. “Two hundred.”

“One-eighty,” Ferdy shot back.

“Two hundred,” Jane repeated.

“That’s no negotiation. I’m changing my number. One-eight-five,” Ferdy offered.

“Did I hear two-hundred?” Jane asked.

“From you, you did. Yeah,” Ferdy pointed out.

“You said two hundred,” Jane suggested, clearly attempting to trip Ferdy up.

“If I did, you’re a ventriloquist,” Ferdy shot back. “Okay, one-nine-five. Final offer.”

“One-nine-five it is,” Jane said, agreeably, reaching out to shake Ferdy’s hand. “So, of course, once we factor in sales tax, that’s, oh, two hundred.”

Ferdy’s smile disappeared, “Brilliant. Put it in the back.”

***

Castiel noticed that Ferdy motioned Jane off to one side as her crew went to put the lightning in the back room. With the negotiation over, Dean had wandered off to examine a collection of old-style black powder pistols. Castiel considered whether or not to go and join him.

Castiel wasn’t sure he trusted any of the humans, except for Dean with whom he felt the safest he’d been since his fall, but he didn’t want to wander too far. He didn’t fully trust that Jane was being completely honest with them. It seemed unlikely that a pirate would be, and he didn’t want to be caught unaware if Jane was like Lamia and meant to betray them.

With that in mind, Castiel followed the captain at a slight distance.

Once Ferdy felt that he was sufficiently out of earshot, as he had not noticed Castiel’s wary lurking, he asked the captain: “Have you heard any of these rumors going around about a fallen star? Everyone’s talking about it.”

Castiel froze in panic at the mention of a star. He and Dean had decided that keeping that information about Castiel to themselves was of the utmost importance, and they’d not let Jane in on anything other than the fact that Elaine would need his help to perform the spell that could break Dean’s contract. They’d hoped that that would assuage her curiosity on the topic and avoid her coming to know about Castiel’s actual species.

“You get your hands on one of them, we could shut up shop. Retire,” Ferdy continued, unaware of Castiel’s growing panic.

“Fallen star?” Jane asked in mild surprise.

“Yeah,” Ferdy confirmed.

Jane looked over her shoulder and glanced at Castiel and considered him.

Castiel felt a chill go down his spine. Did she know? Was she going to tell Ferdy?

She shook her head.

“Nothing on your travels?” Ferdy pressed hopefully.

“No.”

“Not even a little sniff of a whisper? Everyone’s going on about it down at the market?” Ferdy continued.

“Which market?” Jane asked. “Market near the wall?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, Ferdy, you’re wasting your time listening to gossip from the kind of pond scum trading down there,” Jane said, decisively.

“Well, if it…” Ferdy started to say, but was interrupted by the arrival of an elderly woman dressed in a vividly colored dress and shawl. Her hair was orange and shot through with grey and she looked tired to the bone.

“Oh, my word! Speak of the devil,” laughed Jane.

“Oh, yeah? What were you saying, then?” the woman barked.

“What a wonderful woman that you are, Sal, of course!” Jane said, joyfully. “It’s been overlong since we’ve last seen one another. I was hoping to see you about some more dresses with pockets. I damaged my favorite green one, you see…”

Ferdy clearly didn’t want to listen to the captain talk dresses with Sal, and so interrupted to compliment Sal. “You look great. You’ve had your feet done, haven’t you?”

Jane apparently was not interested in taking part in that conversation. “But, you two, you have business to attend to,” Jane said, faux regretfully. “I’ll have to see you another time about procuring a replacement for that dress of mine. Sal. Ferdy. Have a lovely day.”

This was the signal to leave, as Ferdy and Sal wandered off, with Ferdy remarking about how he’d gotten something new for Sal to see, and Sal immediately asking about what the going rate for griffin feathers were these days.

***

Sam and Gabe had been in the marsh for most of a day and night now, and what had started out as not terribly unpleasant had rapidly become miserable. The further into the marsh they went, the more the smell of rotting plant-life permeated the air, so much so that Sam could taste it as he breathed. The ground had become increasingly soupy and Sam could feel the water leaking into his boots, and the squelch of his socks against the leather.

Gabe spat out the chocolate he’d been mechanically chewing. “Nope. I can’t do it. That taste is somehow leeching into my chocolates. I don’t understand how. I just conjured them.”

Sam smiled grimly. “I never realized that Tolkien was understating how tedious cross-country quests are, and how unpleasant the outdoors can be.” He swatted at the gnats that gathered in swarms around his head.

“Ugh,” Gabe agreed. “I feel you. I can’t tell you how great it was when humans decided to invent trains and automobiles and airplanes. Because getting around before that was horrible.” Several mosquitos attacked Gabe’s face. “Shoo you little bastards!”

“I already hated camping before this, you know,” Sam suddenly said, surprising himself by his decision to make small-talk with an entity he knew he should be planning how to kill once their truce or alliance or whatever this was came to an end. But he found to his surprise that he wasn’t as angry with Gabe as he had been. For one, Gabe was a remarkably unoffensive travelling companion. And he had already twice saved Sam’s life.

“Oh? Not one for roughing it?” Gabe asked, managing to smash two mosquitos on his arm with one swat.

“I’ve always been hunting something when I’m in places like this. Generally something that’s hunting me back,” Sam explained, thinking back to the wendigo he and Dean had hunted when they’d been searching for their missing father. Back when everything was simple and Sam had a lot more hope for both their futures. “It takes all the fun out of it, you know?”

“Ah,” Gabe said with a nod. “You should go glamping sometime. Big fifth-wheel camper, king-sized bed with the perfect mattress. HD premium cable on a 50 inch TV. Don’t even have to look at a tree or a damn mosquito if you don’t want to.”

Sam couldn’t help but laugh at the improbable image that that put in his mind. He couldn’t even fully picture it. He and Dean camping in something that was likely furnished better than the best motel they’d ever managed to stay in. “I’m not sure how I’ll ever manage that. What with me being legally dead and only having as much money as credit card scams and low stakes poker game winnings can get you. But that sure does sound nice about now.” He slapped a mosquito. It had been filled with blood and left a smear on his wrist and his palm.

“That’s a damn shame. Everyone should go camping without actually touching nature at least once. It’s such a delightfully human invention,” Gabe said with a smile edging on mischievous.

“I guess I’ll live,” Sam shrugged as he stepped around a bit of peat that felt a little too springy.

Gabe looked over at Sam with a thoughtful expression. “I suppose I could loan a camper to you, for some R&R purposes after all this. Assuming that you trust that it’s not a trick.”

“Huh?” Sam didn’t know what to make of the offer. It sounded genuine and Gabe had come through so far as an ally. On the other hand, Gabe was Loki, a trickster god, who was only helping him because it furthered his own interests. It didn’t really make sense for him to offer to do something nice, just because. “Does it offend you that much that I’ve never gone camping in the lap of luxury?”

“Nah,” Gabe said, watching Sam closely. “Not to tread on a sore subject, but odds are good that when you get back, you’re not going to have a lot of time left with Dean. On the off-chance that you’re not going to tear the world apart to save him down to the last second, I thought you might like to spend some time with him. In a place where you won’t be breathing in that sweet moldy wallpaper smell and sleeping on sheets that don’t look like a Pollock painting under black lights.”

Sam bristled, remembering the time loop and Gabe’s insistence that Sam needed to let Dean go. “I’m not giving up on Dean! And when we find Castiel, Elaine’s demon contract cancelling spell will work and not involve cutting anyone’s heart out. I’m sure of it. It has to work.”

“And would that stop you?” Gabe asked softly.

Sam didn’t understand what Gabe was referring to. “What do you mean, stop me?”

“Would you stop before killing Castiel? If it came down to it. If the only way Elaine could help your brother was to cut out Castiel’s heart, would you let her do it? Would you kill Castiel for your brother?” Gabe’s questions came in rapid fire, each one tinted with harsh suspicion.

Sam nearly froze as he realized that he wasn’t sure and that shook him to his core. In the time loop, he’d at least had the excuse that he’d been nearly certain that Bobby wasn’t really Bobby when he had killed him. But this time there was no excuse for uncertainty. Sam wouldn’t be killing a monster, he’d be killing an innocent star. Even though Castiel wasn’t human, it wouldn’t be any better than sacrificing a random civilian. “I-I don’t know. I don’t think… Castiel’s an innocent. I think I would object to killing him.” Sam looked at his feet, ashamed that his answer was anything other than a resounding no. “But I didn’t hesitate to kill Bobby. I mean, I was pretty sure it was a trick and that Bobby was you. But I still stabbed him in the back when I wasn’t absolutely sure. I just don’t know where I’d draw the line when it comes to saving Dean.”

“Huh,” Gabe said after what felt like an eternity of silence. “So you did learn something after all.”

“And we should stop talking about it before I want to stab you all over again,” Sam said quickly, feeling shaky and sick, thinking about the six months that had never happened, that only he and Gabe would ever remember had happened, and every amoral thing he’d done in his pursuit of the Trickster.

“Fair enough,” Gabe agreed easily enough, clicking his fingers to summon a candy bar. He held it out to Sam. “Snickers?”

#A Star Fell From Heaven #Supernatural #Stardust Fusion #Sam Winchester #Gabriel #Dean Winchester #Castiel #Captain Jane Morgan | Original Character #Ferdy #Madame Seleme | Ditchwater Sal

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helenamayhathaway · 3 years

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Chapters: 11/? Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, Stardust - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin Characters: Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Namjoon | RM, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Taehyung | V, Septimus of Stormhold, Primus of Stormhold, Lamia (Stardust), Ditchwater Sal Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Stardust Fusion, Inspired by Stardust, Stardust AU, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Pirates, Alternate Universe - Magic, Magic, Lots of minor character death but you won't feel anything i promise, I have a degree in English & Creative Writing if that makes you want to click on this fic, Happy Ending, ABSOLUTELY GUARANTEED HAPPY ENDING, Sky Pirates, Mystery

Summary: At the Midsummer festival, Yoongi spends a perfect night with a beautiful stranger from the other side of the wall. Little does he know that the wonderful, mysterious Hoseok can only step on Yoongi’s side of the wall once a year. With his best friend Seokjin by his side, Yoongi decides to jump the wall and traverse the magical kingdom of Stormhold to be reunited with his true love. But Yoongi never could have predicted just how many others also seek out Hoseok, and just what harm they intend to cause him.

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hitchell-mope · 2 years

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She can’t perceive you kiddo.

#stardust 2007 #yvaine #ditchwater sal

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fantasyandromancelover · 3 years

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Stardust AU

Tristan Thorn - Alastor

Yvaine - Charlie Mange

Captain Shakespeare - Blitzo

Lamia - Helsa Von Eldritch

Prince Septimus - Striker

Dustan Thorn - Moxxie

Princess Una - Millie

Victoria Forester - Mimzy

Ditchwater Sal - Katie Killjoy

Bernard - Angel Dust

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littleladymab · 4 years

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did someone say stardust!jonmartin AU

I DID, and @pizza-snake and I have been talking about it all day. We have some details all worked out, but not a very coherent outline of those facts. Will I write a full fic for it? Maybe, but until then, I will write snippets and add to this list of ideas:

Tristan is Martin, who is trying to win the approval of his Mother

He promises to bring her a star to show how much he does love her!!!

Dunstan is Tim, so he’s actually Martin’s roommate.

He’s a good friend, and is also “yo, listen, you don’t have to prove anything to her???? She’s an awful person to yoU????”

He had a dalliance on the other side of the wall once, won’t stop talking about her, Martin is convinced she’s made up but is too kind to say so.

He's been trying to go back but he can't schmooze the guard anymore because he wizened up to Tim's antics

Lamia is Jonah, an aging warlock who just wants to stay young and powerful forever.

He hears of a fallen star and wishes to retrieve it so that he can have it’s eyes

The successors are the other Avatars

NO They’re not related they are just trying to do a power grab when Gertrude dies

Septimus is Peter Lukas

Primus is Simon Fairchild

Una is Sasha

Which makes Ditchwater Sal the Stranger, who keeps her prisoner!

Gertrude dies and persnaps she has this powerful gem that can be used to let whichever Avatar has it to bring about their own Apocalypse or something and as one final ‘fuck you’ to the avatars she just ollies it into the stratosphere

It hits Jon, The Most Disagreeable Star to ever fall to Stormhold.

Georgie is Captain Shakespeare, her first mate (and girlfriend) is Melanie, and Daisy and Basira are there too

When I write this as a Full Fic, I will have shenanigans, don’t you worry (you remember in the book how there is this whole secret society mentioned and then it’s only mentioned twice and never discussed and it’s like what the HELL DOES THIS ALL MEAN yeah I need to give the girls SOMETHING to do)

And for sticking around, here’s a little scene for you all to enjoy

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Dancing vs Dueling

Georgie settles into her stance, hands lifted carefully before her, weight on her back foot.

Martin stares at her dumbly, his grip completely wrong on his sword, and confusion written over every inch of him.

She taps the blade of his sword with her own. “Come on, Blackwood. At least try to pay attention.”

He flushes as he settles in to mimic her stance, though with a bit more flair that completely necessary. Alright, so maybe he has had a little training, but not nearly enough. “Right,” he says. “Sorry.”

“No need to be sorry,” she says, “just follow my movements.”

Dueling is a dance of its own. It needs two people on even footing, a balance of rhythm. A back and forth between partners.

Against Melanie, it has always felt like an argument — but a scripted one, the sort of witty reparté and banter that belong on the stage. Dancing and dueling, though Melanie is a better dueler than a dancer. But it is a pace that is comfortable and familiar and Georgie loves it as much as she loves her partner.

The first few steps with Martin are a fumble, but Georgie is patient (and strict). Each error she resets them back to the beginning. “Again,” she says, as Martin shuffles the wrong foot forward on an advance. “Again,” she says, as he grips too high up the hilt. “Again,” she says, as he nearly stabs Basira with a blade pointed too low and his own shoelaces coming undone.

He doesn’t argue. He just resets on her command.

Dueling is a dance that is hard to learn, but Martin proves an apt student.

Jon, on the other hand, is incredibly stubborn. Rivals Melanie’s level of stubbornness, though she knows better than to say it outloud. (She is certain that Martin has picked up on it as well, though, and enjoys sharing the look of fond exasperation with him when the pair is at odds.)

One look at Jon, and Georgie knew that he is not cut out for dueling. His wrists, for one thing, barely look strong enough to wield the carving knife at dinner.

So she teaches him to dance instead.

If he is what she suspects him to be, then he’s not a very graceful one. Perhaps the rhythm of the heavens abandoned him when it was forced to inhabit such knobby knees and bony elbows.

“Chin up,” she says when she catches him staring at their feet again. “At least try to look like you enjoy my company.”

This gets him to flush in embarrassment, and he mutters an apology that’s something along the lines of how he does, actually, enjoy her company. And that’s why he doesn’t want to be rude and tread on her feet.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but I’m a strong woman,” she tells him, sweeping him across the deck of her ship as he stumbles to keep up. “I’d rather like it if you looked me in the eyes while we’re dancing.”

He looks up at her sharply, as if she had said something that made him alarmed, but all she does is wink and his lips form a perfect moue. He must have practiced that while looking down and observing the rest of them.

When Georgie and Melanie dance, she can feel Jon’s eyes on them — studying their movements, their footwork, the unspoken give and take as they obey the beat of the song.

The next time she dances with Jon, he’s more sure of himself. He rarely checks his feet. He keeps Georgie’s gaze, like a challenge, and she can’t help but smile. He dances like it’s a duel, a game of take and give.

“Dancing is a partnership,” Georgie tells him as she stops them mid-beat.

His brow furrows. “I know.”

“I don’t think you do.”

This time, he frowns. “I’m doing it exactly as you and Melanie dance.”

She expected that, figured it, and rolls her eyes fondly at him. “Then maybe you should dance with Martin.”

Jon stutters, and to her amusement, the blush turns to a soft diffused glow across the surface of his skin. “Why—?”

“Are you really asking me that question?”

He at least doesn’t answer that.

“Martin?” Georgie calls, turning to glance over her shoulder where the other man is currently looking extremely overwhelmed by the drills that Daisy is trying to run him through.

Martin looks up eagerly at the sound of his name. “Yes?”

“Care for a different sort of footwork lesson?”

“Georgie,” Jon hisses, tugging on her hands to try and pull her attention back.

“Jonathan,” she teases, and steps aside as Martin arrives. Georgie gently passes Jon’s hands over to Martin and backs away with a courteous bow. “A hint: Avoid getting your feet stepped on, and you’ll make a decent duelist yet.”

To her utter amusement, neither of them are looking at her as they nod.

From the upper deck, leaning over the balustrade and looking down at the scene as she mans the gramophone, Melanie gives Georgie a knowing smirk. She starts the song over again from the beginning without waiting for the command.

Jon and Martin stand hand-in-hand in the middle of the deck, the rest of the crew clearing a space for them — and at least pretending like they’re not looking. Their heads are bent close together, having a brief muttered conversation before their hands settle into the correct place and Martin takes the lead.

He’s a surprisingly decent dancer, considering how rough his dueling was at the beginning. And where Jon would strain against Georgie’s lead (the way that Melanie would, the conversation that he doesn’t know the words to that he tries to perform anyway), he submits himself to Martin’s careful pace.

Georgie ascends the short flight of stairs to join Melanie on the railing, letting her arm slip around the other woman’s waist. “Too soon?” she asks as they watch Jon and Martin stutter their way through the steps.

“More like took long enough,” Melanie replies with a scoff. She tilts her chin down at the two men, as Jon laughs at something and ducks his head against Martin’s chest. “Do they think they’re being subtle?”

“Jon’s glowing, I don’t know how that is for subtle.”

“Even when he’s not, Martin looks at him like he’s seen the sun.”

Georgie snorts and tilts her head against Melanie’s. “Try not to sound too bitter, love, or else I’d think you’re jealous of them.”

Melanie gives an answering snort of her own. “Was I ever that soppy?”

“You were that oblivious.”

Melanie just groans, but doesn’t push the conversation, and instead they continue to watch the two dance.

#i'm writing a second scene but i am tired i will finish it tomorrow #the magnus archives #a lil miss fic #OH MY TUMBLR DASH SURE IS EATING MY INDENTED BULLET POINTS I'M SORRY

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ao3feed-malec · 4 years

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I Thought I'd Never Find You

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2WwM9Vf

by wirewrappedlily

A philosopher once asked: Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?

Pointless, really.

Do the stars gaze back?

Now, that's a question.

Words: 24474, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV), The Shadowhunter Chronicles - All Media Types, Stardust (2007)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Asmodeus, Luke Garroway, Catarina Loss, Meliorn (Shadowhunter Chronicles), Lilith (Shadowhunter Chronicles), Iris Rouse, Ditchwater Sal, Guard of the Wall, canon-adjacent characters, Valentine Morgenstern

Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane & Isabelle Lightwood, Magnus Bane & Ragnor Fell, Magnus Bane & Simon Lewis, Magnus Bane/Camille Belcourt (mentioned), Simon Lewis/Isabelle Lightwood, Alec Lightwood & Isabelle Lightwood, Isabelle Lightwood & Jace Wayland, Magnus Bane & Maryse Lightwood, Lorenzo Rey/Andrew Underhill, Helen Blackthorn/Aline Penhallow, Isabelle Lightwood & Aline Penhallow

Additional Tags: a stardust AU, don't ask just read it, tenuous grasp on monarchy politics, Immortal Husbands, Author is a madwoman, have i done my own head in in writing this?, why yes yes i have, Accidental Soulbond, questionable magical realism

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2WwM9Vf

#malec #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #shadowhunters

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itcameuponamidnightqueer · 4 years

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Stardust is one of my favorite movies so I am all ears about that one, and honestly I'm a sucker for Danbeau, still and always.

i didn’t watch stardust until, like, two or three years ago when tumblr told me to, but i feel like it’s just made to be an AU for fic purposes, lol. it’s got subplots and a bunch of characters and good stories all around, i’m a huge fan

looking at this google doc i definitely don’t have it super planned out, just a cast list. but i do remember debating for a while who would be yvaine, between carol and maria. bc like, i can absolutely make a case for both of them, and carol reminds me more of tristan, personality-wise. but also: she canonically glows and lives in outer space, soooooo if that’s not a star, idk what is.

Yvaine (star) - Carol Tristan - Maria Lamia - Minn-Erva Mormo (sister 1) - Hela Empusa (sister 2) - Ghost King - Thanos Septimus - Yon-Rogg Captain Shakespeare - Tony Primus - Ronan Wall Guard - Stan Lee Una (Tristan’s mom) - Unknown Kree woman Ditchwater Sal (Una’s captor) - Someone

the only bummer about the main characters in stardust is that so many of them are villains, women, or both, and the MCU doesn’t have many female villains to choose from, so finding analogs was kinda tough. which is why you have minn-erva, hela, and ghost in the same story, lol. but when i’m doing AUs like this, where you have to match characters to their AU counterpart, i’m always a fan of picking by personality even if that switches up the characters’ canonical relationships.

idk! i’d love to come back to this; i haven’t really thought about a plot, if i’d adapt it to be more modern and fit in with the MCU or if it’d stick closer to stardust. tbh i only sort of like a victorian setting, and i feel like tony as a space pirate would have to be something absolutely bonkers and modern. there’s just so much potential in both of these universes that i feel like we deserve for them to be combined, lol

#listen we just flat out deserve more danbeau AUs of anything tbh #i haven't looked at this in over a year and you know what?#stan lee as the wall guard is the best part of it lol #fanfic #csquirrel27 #carments

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ao3feed-destiel · 5 years

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A Star Fell From Heaven

Read it on AO3 here!https://ift.tt/2ONC4mh

by GammaSpectrum

Dean's demon deal is rapidly coming due, and with the pain of Mystery Spot not too far removed, Sam is desperately looking for any way to save his brother. A run-of-the-mill witch hunt turns up a potential way out, but only if the Winchester brothers can retrieve a fallen star from across a strange wall in the middle of a cursed forest.

However, it quickly becomes apparent that fallen stars in Faerie aren't space rocks, and the stakes are a lot higher than Sam and Dean realized.

Words: 3202, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural, Stardust (2007), Stardust - Neil Gaiman

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Lamia (Stardust), Ditchwater Sal (Stardust), Septimus of Stormhold, Primus of Stormhold, Original Characters

Relationships: Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Castiel & Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Stardust Fusion, Deviates From Canon, Romance, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Action/Adventure, Slow Burn, Castiel as the Fallen Star, Fairy Tale Elements, Witches, Shockingly More Canon Compliant Than You Are Probably Expecting, Supernatural season 3, Dean's demon deal, Canon-Typical Violence

Link: https://ift.tt/2ONC4mh

#ao3feed #ao3feed destiel #destiel

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