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vintageaustin · 2 years

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cloud 9 (baby fever part 4)

Austin!Elvis x reader;

Summary: you and Elvis have been married

For about 3 years now and he thinks its time for a baby

Tw/mentions: birth colonel being a bitch mostly fluff tho

It was the 3th of June and you were about 8 months pregnant. Elvis and you were in the car on you’re way to the. “Christmas special”. You knew damn well it wasn’t going to be a Christmas special.

Elvis was to busy talking to you’re bump. Saying stuff like “and well little one you’re mama and me are real excited to meet you”. Elvis said kissing yo’re stomach trough you’re shirt.

You arrived at the studio not much later as the driver pulled up. To the studio as he stood still Elvis got out of the car.

And walked around it to you’re side helping you out of it. You thanked him and he gave you a smile in return. He got inside and greeted everyone as you did too. Being the good Thorpe wife you are.

Elvis immediately got pulled into his dressing room. as he got dressed in the leather suit and the stylists worked on his hair and make up. You spend you’re time talking to jerry about the baby and when you were due.

You sighed softly the moment you heard the familiar walking stick. You hadn’t seen the colonel since the little incident at you’re home in palm springs. Since Elvis kept you away from him.

“ah Mrs Presley! Long time no see how have you and you’re little wonder been?.” The colonel said in that weird accent he had. You nodded you’re head “we’ve been good thank ya for asking”. You spoke softly being the polite girl you had been raised to be.

After filming for half a day an having a 30 minute break you’re husband. Got back on the stage. You were sitting down next to jerry watching him preform as he looked over at you and saw you’re eyes go wide and you grabbed jerry’s arm squeezing it tightly. Making him look over at you “you okay y/n?”. he asked looking at you, you shook you’re head and turned

to look at him. Elvis watched you too closely as he frowned slightly trying not to show it to his crowd. He overheard the conversation between you and jerry as he heard you stammer “my….w-water broke”.

You said softly tears welling up in you’re eyes. Elvis his eyes went wide as he raised his hand. Steve saw this and asked trough the speaker what was going on. Elvis swallowed thickly before speaking thoughts running wild.

“She isn’t even 9 months yet that cant be right… am I ready for this is SHE ready for this is she going to be okay will the baby be okay we don’t even have a name dear god”. Elvis thought to himself before clearing his throat to speak. “uhm can stop filming for a bit my wife needs me”. He said in a haste voice Steve told everyone to take a break after Elvis was finished talking.

The minute Steve said that Elvis sprinted of the stage handing his guitar. To Charlie as he ran towards you and jerry. You were already having contractions even though they were at least 30 minutes. Apart they hurt badly. Elvis kneeled to you’re level and looked at jerry “what’s going on!? She okay?!”. He asked frustrated because he couldn’t do anything to calm you’re pain. Before jerry could speak you groaned and grabbed you’re husband his shoulder.

He looked over at you “c’mon darlin’ you gotta talk to me I cant do none if you don’t tell me where it hurts”. He said softly as he hugged you close you took a deep breath and looked a you’re husband. “the baby is coming” you mumbled with pain in your voice.

Elvis nodded his head and looked at you “ can you walk mama?”. You nodded as he helped you up and grabbed you’re bag with clothes. He walked over to Steve and explained what was happening Steve nodded kindly and wished you guys luck. Say that you’d continue filming on the 6th. Elvis thanked him as he and jerry escorted you to the exit

Of course you had to hear that damn walking stick. Elvis sighed as the colonel spoke up “what in the devil is going on here mr Presley”. Elvis shook his head and turned around anger washing over him. “listen and listen closely… my wife is going into labor or already is in labor for a matter of fact so I’ll deal with you’re sorry ass tomorrow morning when my child is here”. Elvis spoke In a raspy voice

The colonel looked at Elvis and nodded before turning around telling Diskin to get his car ready. As Elvis helped you in the car and got in the back seat. As jerry drove off with Vernon in the passenger seat but little did you know the colonel was following you guys to the hospital.

He pulled you close softly stroking you’re hair whispering sweet encouraging. Words into you’re ear like “doin so well mama it’ll be over before ya know it we’ll be holdin’ our little angel in no time baby”. he said as you nodded you’re head groaning at another contraction.

As you arrive at the hospital Elvis walked in explaining what was going on as two nurses rushed out with a wheel chair to help you out of the car. You got put in a room as they told you that the doctor would be with you soon. After some hours of being there the baby still not having arrived. You sighed softly as the nurse checked your vitals the sound of the colonel and Elvis fighting on the hall way Could be heard in the room.

“no ain’t no way in hell! I’m goin out there to talk to press! You ain’t gonna make me do that again just like when my mama died! I’m not missing the birth of my first born”. Elvis yelled you could hear the tears in his voice trough the door as the colonel was about to speak up. You felt a sharp pain and the nurse rushed over to you to see what was going on.

Back in the hall way the colonel spoke up “but my boy-“. He got cut off by the door to your room opening as the nurse spoke up “it’s happening we’re gonna need the dad in here”. She said sternly Elvis nodded and looked up “that’d be me”. He walked in as the nurse gave him instructions to what he was supposed to the

5 pushes later and allot of screaming from. You, you and you’re husband heard a loud cry throughout the room. the doctor smiled up at you and Elvis as he spoke up “congratulations she’s a beautiful baby girl” he smiled.

As you laid down exhausted still crying Elvis kissed you’re head “i-im so proud of you mama you did so good” Elvis spoke wiping you’re tears. You smiled tiredly as you watched the nurses closely clean you’re baby girl. After 20 minutes they finally laid you’re daughter on you’re chest as Elvis looked at her in awe.

“she is so beautiful baby just like her mama” he said as he softly stroked you’re daughter her head. You smiled and looked at him “ she looks like a Lana, Lana June Presley”. You smiled as you scooted over so you’re husband could sit next to you. He smiled as he wrapped his arm around you “that’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl baby”. he said as you looked at him “do you want to hold her daddy?” you giggled. You’re husbands eyes went wide as he nodded his head eagerly.

You handed him you’re daughter as he cradled her in his arms softly. He looked at her in awe and she has him around her finger the moment he laid eyes on her. Just like you did the first time you two met.

“hi there darlin’ god you look like you’re mama… well dear I promise you none in this whole wide world would ever hurt you you’re daddy’s gonna protect you and mama no mater what” he said. As he shed a tear he looked over to his side only to see you fast asleep.

And for a moment he had no cares in the whole wide world. Just his two girls and him and everything was perfect. He was in cloud 9 and no one not his father and especially the colonel could get him of it ever again.

Hi creator here this is part 4 of baby fever I might make a part 5 depending on how this does I hope you guys like it feedback is always welcome requests are open and pls let me know if I missed triggers or grammar mistakes

#austin butler #elvis movie #x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler x reader #elvis presley #austin butler elvis #austin butler fanfiction #austinbutler!elvisxreader #elvis 2022

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charmsandtealeaves · 4 months

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So for 2024 I decided to keep better track of what fics I’ve read and added to my TBR list. I’m gonna be attempting to post these each week 😅

This week I didn’t get chance to read much with family stuff going on but here we go:

Read this Week:

Dumbest Witch Alive by @petalsinwoodvale

Complete (7.6k), Order! Jily, Rated T

Lily Evans unexpectedly finds herself in an underground wizarding auction on Christmas Eve after trailing a dark wizard for intel. Chaos ensues when a dangerous magical creature, a nundu, breaks free from its cage, trapping Lily and the shady Eugene Scrooge together in the warehouse. Newly engaged, with the expectation to return to her fiancé to share the good news with his family during a trip to the in-laws, Lily depends on old childhood hobbies and sheer dumb luck to navigate the situation and escape alive.

Pinkest Bluestocking of the Ton by @wearingaberetinparis aka Ritaskeetered (Chapters 1-8)

WIP, Regency! Jily, Inspired by Bridgerton, Rated M

Dearest Reader, the ton are abuzz with the latest gossip, and so it is my honour to impart to you the news that the Duke of Peverell has returned to London at last! A year after setting off on his tour of Europe, Lady Peverell's son has returned and rumour has it that his mother is preparing for the most joyous of occasions: a late summer wedding that sees her son wed the next Duchess of Peverell. It is my sincere hope that you have stored a bottle of wine for this most delightful of upcoming events for if ever there were a more determined mama, this writer is Icarus and this society paper has been scorched for flying too close to the sun.

Every Mother Is A Grave by @witchofimber (recced by @turanga4)

Complete (6.1k), Molly Weasley, Rated G*

TW: PPD & complex family relationships

One week after the end of the war, and Ginny is the only child still in the house. Molly thought, automatically, that the whole brood would fly home to her. In the summer, when her children were still children, she would stand at the twilight doorway with a sonorous to her throat and watch them race across the meadows towards her, the kitchen windows their lighthouse across a sea of dark. Tall, rangy Bill herding Fred and George, Ron and Ginny chasing each other in squabbling circles, Percy with a mouth already full of complaints and accusations, Charlie loping slowly, always last. But Bill is with his own family now. Charlie is in Romania. Percy writes her fearful owls and avoids his father’s gaze. George is apparently drunk in the flats of various friends. Ron bounces between George and Harry, trying to watch over them, flooing back home to grab soup and hangover potion. So only Ginny - her much-loved girl, her longed-for daughter, her baby - is in the house, and that fact should not fill Molly with dread.

You’ve Got A Friend In Me by Ritaskeetered

Blackevans (platonic), Fest Drabbles, Rated T

Sometimes friendship can be found in the unlikeliest of places, with the people you least expected to befriend. Written for mppmaraudergirl's Blackevans BFF Week

The Summer I Fell In Love by @annasghosts

Complete (9.8k), Holiday AU! Jily, Rated T

Lily Evans’ plan was to survive her sister’s destination wedding and rush back to her busy life in London, but a slight lapse in judgement and a chance encounter with a bloke who planned to escape his own London life might change everything.

Round And Round by @jilyism

Complete (1.7k), Hogwarts! Jily, Rated G

There’s a certain pleasure in this knowing—this understanding—of a person who exists outside of her.

Hold On To The Memories, They Will Hold On To You by @thelighthousestale

Complete (1.8k), Hogwarts! Jily, NYE, Rated T

Lily Evans is ready to spend New Year's Eve alone in her bedroom until James Potter files in and offers her a midnight ride.

Added to the ever-growing TBR List:

Pillar Of Pride by @sunshinemarauder

Complete (3.5k), Hogwarts! Jily, Rated G

James Potter is proud. This, she knows. She knows his pride like the back of her hand. She knows it from flying classes and Transfiguration successes and Quidditch games and pompous hair-ruffling. James Potter masquerades behind a pillar of pride, and to witness those pillars crumble is a precious rarity.

I Bend Like A Willow Thinking Of You by @thequibblah

Complete (7.4K), Jily AU - Canon Divergence, Rated T

She wanted to shake him by the shoulders, to ask him point-blank why this seemed to be the only bloody universe in which he couldn’t see how she felt about him—and the only one in which he felt nothing beyond friendship for her.

Everyone But You by @theesteemedladydebourgh

Complete (15.4K),Jily Starstruck AU, Rated M

“If I have to spend one more minute with your stupid face I’m going to—” “Fall in love with me?” Part-time bartender, full-time oncoming trainwreck Lily Evans sleeps with famous actor James Potter. Love (?) and shenanigans ensue. (Starstruck AU)

#charms read round up #week 1 #rec list

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evita-shelby · 10 months

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Incantatrice

Ch.16

Cw: death, guilt, feminicide, murder, mentions of sex(duh its an eva fic), whatever murder of a pregnant person is called

Taglist: @wandawiccan60 @thegreatdragonfruta @zablife

Gif by @cillianparadise

“I want you to be the last.” Luca had said when they met earlier yesterday, “I want you to be alive after your entire family is dead 'cause my mother says that is what will hurt you the most.”

A few days after John’s funeral, Elizabeth Stark is found dead in a canal.

Her autopsy revealed she was pregnant, barely two months along.

He hadn’t killed her, but he let Esme and Polly take their revenge.

Always loving the wrong women, Polly had said drinking to hide her shaking hands as she washed the blood from them.

When the police call her next of kin, Tommy pretends he is as shocked as they are to know his family is all she had.

He is alone at the cemetery when he sees a woman in black come with marigolds.

Perhaps a friend, he thinks, Lizzie was alone in the world.

Alone save for them and the baby she never even knew about.

“I warned her this would happen.” The woman said, an American with a voice like cool silk.

The hairs on the back of his neck rise in intrigue, fear and anger.

“Mrs. Changretta, I presume.” He said taking out a cigarette case Lizzie had picked out for him last Christmas.

He killed her like he killed Grace and Greta and Zelda.

The sapphire was not the curse, the curse was him.

“There was no curse, your women were not interesting enough to warrant one.” The woman answered reading his mind. “Just shit luck, hence why they fell in love with you.”

Like a real witch, like his mother once used to do before the tablets and the booze and the opium turned her into something unrecognizable.

She was good looking too, in that slightly unnerving beauty that beckoned you like a moth to a flame.

No wonder Luca had married her, with a woman like that, he was God himself.

“And rich to boot. Had I not gone to the opera that evening, I would have ended up here.” She adds, being pleasant company despite being the wife of the man here to kill them all. “Maybe even have had the misfortune of falling in love with you down the line.”

“What do you want?” he asks not wanting to think what game the witch is playing at.

“Just want this to be over, same as you.” She answered as if they didn’t have vastly different meanings. “Should have let her go instead of damning them all to die, Shelby.”

“They killed my wife.” He says, as if that makes it better.

“Your wife’s killer wasn’t one of ours, he hadn’t been lying, you know. Just like Lizzie wasn’t lying either.” The woman smirked. “You knew that, not then, but later when it was already done and no turning back.

First rule of this world is not to be taken in by appearances, and every damn time you fall for the veneer.

First Grace, then Solomons and Sabini, the shooter, the Russians and now Lizzie.”

“If you wanted her dead, you could’ve done it yourself.” He exhaled wishing nothing more than to take the revolver to his head, feel the cold steel on his temple and feel the thrill of pulling the fucking trigger.

But then he always remembers Charlie and Lizzie and he puts it down. Goes to them and remembers there are people he lives for.

This time there won’t be anyone to keep him from ending his miserable life.

The Changrettas wanted him to die even if he won.

“’s good strategy you have, even if you lose, you win.” He points out, as a man who likes competence, at least it’s a comfort to know his enemies are not winning by blind luck, but by skill.

Campbell only won because he didn’t know Tommy would have fallen for such a lousy spy in the first place.

Had Tommy not been so vulnerable when Grace came dressed in lies, everything would have been so different.

So many dead or gone from his life because he loved the wrong woman.

“Never caught your name, Mrs. Changretta.” He brings up when the woman turned to leave.

“Eva. Eva Changretta.”

“Polly’s lying to you.” Eva said the moment she smelled her on his clothes when he returned from the nightclub he met Polly Gray at.

He had a drink and a dance with her, and Eva had put flowers on the grave of Tommy’s lover and victim.

“This isn’t my first vendetta, you know.” He reminds her, trying to kiss her as she took off his vest.

“I know, but it doesn’t hurt to remind you.” The witch said moving out of the way before he could do so.

“Are you jealous, maga?” he asks recognizing fully well the telltale signs of her jealousy.

Luca will remind her she is the only woman he wants in his bed.

Could remind her right on the desk, or the chair, the door, anywhere they want without the children killing the mood.

Can’t remember the last time they had the luxury to be loud and go as long as they want.

They’re getting a nanny after this.

“You would be the same if I had been the one dancing so closely with Tommy Shelby.” Eva answered, knowing he could not fault her with such a good argument.

“If he even touched you, he’d be a dead man.” Luca nuzzled her neck, kissing and biting her so they know she is his property.

Only fair he gets to mark her after she marked him this morning.

“If you fuck the aunt, I will fuck the nephew.” The witch warns as things take their natural progression.

“You’re gorgeous when you’re jealous, it’s a good color on you, Evucca.” He smirked.

“Met his wife this morning. She claims the shooter wasn’t one of theirs.” Tommy lights another cigarette and offers Polly one of his.

“Luca said Lizzie was a taste of what’s to come.” Polly supplied with a sigh.

Hands hadn’t stopped shaking since that night.

Esme called saying Lizzie and her baby had been haunting her. Esme hadn’t known about the baby.

We killed an innocent, Polly, they made us kill an innocent, Esme had said in a panic.

Lizzie had not been lying, just as Vincente Changretta hadn’t either.

Now they pay the fucking price.

And what a heavy prize it is.

If she must choose between her son or Tommy, Polly knows he won’t blame her for it.

#eva smith changretta #peaky blinders fanfiction #thomas shelby #incantatrice fic #luca changretta x oc #luca changretta #luca changretta fanfic #luca changretta x eva smith

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mintytealfox · 6 months

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Oooo food headcanons lets go owo. Not Nortalice, just nortnort stuff

BUT-!

I imagine Norton probably heavily savors food. Especially super good food. Yeah, yeah in Ashes of Memory 2 he is scarfing down bread like its his last meal, which i mean given how he grew up, that may be a mindset he sort of has carried his entire life. But I imagine like maybe 80 to 90% of the time, Norton savors food.

And not in the "I must savor the delicate flavors of this refine meal" more like "holy fuck this may be my last PROPER, FILLING, meal in ages, I'm treating every bite like it was handcrafted by the gods themselves." So he takes slow, maybe small bites (if you seen Tim Burton's Charlie and Chocolate Factory, think the chocolate bar scene with Charlies and his family but replace it with Norton maybe eating anything that isn't bread and boiled roots and weeds he could find). Just savoring ever morsel he eats until his plate is fully cleaned.

That said of course, on the subject of food still, I can lowkey actually imagine, if Norton had the time and energy, he hunted and maybe gathered things to eat. One of Norton's skill is literally called "Outdoor Skills" i.e probably link to scavenging and survival skills, the man knows how to do things. Downside is, he may just not have had a lot of time and or energy to do them since he was working to the crack of down to maybe the brink of midnight to support himself. But I like to imagine, if Norton did get the chance to hunt or gather, he could probably whip up a lot of good stuff. Like rabbit stews with wild herbs and veggies. Fried, crunchy wild greens with wild berries and quill eggs. Stuff that seems fancy but a miner trying his best to survive made them. Although knowing Norton's luck as well, the stuff he hunted or gathered may have either A.) Gotten stolen from him by his fellow miners or B.) Destroyed because god forbid Norton try to spoil himself with what skills and what little he has.

Oh yes Oh yes Oh yes!!

I totally AGREE! I bet he also savors when he knows he is completely alone and can take his time without worry of anyone interrupting or something suddenly happening and needing to act fast (like stopping for a second to eat some lunch while in the caves only for a cave-in to start threatening to happen and him just scrambling to grab everything he can and run)

YES YES YES THE OUTDOOR SKILLS!!! He totally knows what is edible out there and had to learn fast as well ;;

and gosh I wonder if he was ever given hospital food as well when he was helping with Benny. I was chatting on Twitter and I was reminded of Christmas Oranges and how special those were back then and wondering if the nurses were able to get their hands on a few to give to their patients and hopefully Norton as well ;; He needs something special even if it wasn't every year ;;

And the Outdoor skills reminds me of the offical art of Norton in the wild and watching a deer! gosh I need to find it Ah here it is:

surrounded by berries ;;

Gosh Norton is capable of so many things except when it comes to protecting himself from his bullies orz Until he snapped orz gosh and I 100% believe he developed something like Bipolar as a result to just absolutely everything that he has been though so throwing mental illness (in a world/time that mental illness 'isnt a thing' and got thrown in a looney bin uhg orz) on top of everything gosh, I feel for him so hard ;;

GOSH all of this is 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 and gets the brain thinking!!

#norton campbell #identity v #idv #identity v theory #idv theory #idv norton campbell #idv norton #identity v norton #asks #ask #minty answers #minty speaks #I LOVE THIS SO MUCH #AAHHHHHHHHHHHH #such a good topic AAHHH #-cries-

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alleiradayne · 1 year

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In Baldur’s Gate, Dragons Dungeon You! | Art Master Post

An SPN/D&D mashup that can be read on its own or part of the greater series The Way Things Ought to Be.

On a quiet afternoon a week shy of Christmas, Dean is interrupted while poking through the news for a case. Someone is pounding on the Bunker door. After a brief huddle with Sam and Castiel, they investigate to find Charlie on the other side, a box of books at her feet. She needs to use their archive for research and a place to stay while she does it. Of course, she's always welcome at the Bunker

After showing her to a room, Dean offers to help her unpack. He finds her collection of Dungeons & Dragons books in the box and asks to borrow one: Candlekeep Mysteries. Charlie offers to run one of the campaigns from the book, specifically, The Scrivener's Tale. And Dean, giddy as a school girl, rushes off to gather his party for a good ol' fashioned mystery.

But the game is afoot and has been since Charlie's unannounced arrival. Between that and her awkward behavior, Dean can't shake a familiar, nagging worry. There's just one problem: he can't remember what, exactly, it is about her or her behavior that's got him on edge. And neither can anyone else.

The campaign unravels—along with Charlie's secrets—as she tells the story of The Scrivener's Tale.

Characters/Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester/Eileen (implied polycule with Rowena and Gabriel), Jack, Charlie Bradbury, several original characters during the D&D campaign. Warnings/Tags: Plot-heavy, no smut, lots of comedy, action, fighting, intrigue, investigation, D&D stuff. Again, no smut. Total Word Count: 44,013 A/N: For @spn-mediabigbang 2023, I adapted The Scrivener’s Tale into an SPN story and the ever amazing @solstheimart rocked out some absolutely stellar art. Check out the art master post above (there’s more coming tomorrow)!

I tried my best to format the different PoVs between the players and their characters, but blockquotes/formatting on Tumblr in general sucks, so good luck (I suggested using the AO3 link at the top of every chapter). Since this was a Media themed event, I also managed to sneak in over 80 (88 to be precise) pop culture references. Each chapter will have a count at the start, and if you can pick them out, you win fake internet points.

Playlist: In Baldur’s Gate, Dragons Dungeon You

Chapter 1 - Money for Nothing

Chapter 2 - Inferno Galore

Chapter 3 - Video Killed the Radio Star

Chapter 4 - Cult of Personality

Chapter 5 - On My Radio

Chapter 6 - The Grand Illusion

Chapter 7 - Ramble On

Chapter 8 - Destroy the Orcs

Chapter 9 - Turn Up The Radio

Chapter 10 - Hollywood Nights

This series is complete! Reblogs are loved and feedback is welcome!

#spnfanfic #spn-mediabigbang #spn-mediabigbang2023 #spn-mbb #spn-mediabb2023 #spnfanfiction #spn fanfic #spn fanfiction #dnd #dnd campaign

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winderlylandchime · 5 months

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Okay so i did explain to him that the uk version was the original and his comment to that was a very simple ‘not to be a bitch to the tea people but Brian is better’ and then I told him that Charlie Hunnam aka the hot guy from Sons of Anarchy was actually in it and i wish you could see his face! Literally jaw on the floor/wide eyed and he sat like that for a good minute. But that lead to him then going on a 5-10 minute rambling about how Charlie and Aiden worked together in the movie King Arthur so now Gale and Randy have to reunite as well. And i fully agree with him.

Listen, it’s been days since he found out about Gale being straight and he’s still shocked. We did watch the Prom episode and he literally paused on him and went ‘come on..he can’t…man’ he’s literally having a similar reaction as Mikey did to Hunter. It’s kinda funny ngl. As for his ‘i think’ moment, I honestly have no clue what Gale did to him. Our uncle did say to our mom that if this is how he comes to a certain type of realization that he will never let him live it down because my brother made fun of him for realizing he was gay due to young Hugh Grant. So i think out of everyone, my uncle is the only one who is actually hoping my brother had an awakening through Gale.

I have a love hate relationship with the proposal (my brother only has like 2% love for it, the rest is hate but whatever) but the ‘my prince’ thing started a fight in the house when we watched it. Cause to me it was a cute moment but for some reason is felt a little awkward to me. I think cause the whole thing felt out of character, idk how to explain it. But my brother while having an ‘awww’ type of reaction, swears that Brian would never and that the reason for Brian’s expression afterwards is because Gale was trying not to laugh. So his hatred for the proposal is insane.

As for the B99, both of us have seen in multiple times and he put it on last Saturday because he wanted to watch some comfort shows. And then on Wednesday we were watching the Halloween II episode and when the episode ended with Holt winning the heist that’s when my brother got a text from his friend about Andre. It was the worst timing ever. So for the past few days B99 is the only thing we’ve watched.

Btw our family has this tradition where for Christmas we give each other 3 presents. 2 that are good/useful and 1 that’s something random/weird/sometimes bad. And last year he gave me 2 different photos of himself as a present and the 3rd one was a box of condoms (that was his ‘bad gift cause lesbian ha ha and photos of him are always a good gift duuh’- this was his actual explanation). So I’m genuinely considering giving him your blog and the knowledge of the fandom/what i did :/ as the 3rd gift. I told my uncle and cousins and they all think this is a great idea, which leads me to believe its a bad idea BUT i guess we will find out. He does know fandom exists because he’s been watching edits but he doesn’t know about fics and tumblr. So I’m going to slowly let him him know this week. Wish me luck even though i think he’ll handle it okay…ish

UH YES GALE AND RANDY NEED TO REUNITE IN A FILM. Your brother is so wise about this.

I’m lmao literally about his reaction to Gale being straight is Mikey’s reaction to Hunter being straight. So he’s being half drag queen half Italian about the news.

Your uncle realized he was gay to a young Hugh Grant? I’m dyinggggg! My spouse came out to their parents in their bedroom which was papered floor to ceiling with magazine cutouts of Sandra Bullock. And I had Jennifer Anniston all over my room. I guess my point is, we all have the celebrity that makes us go Oh. Oh.

I do think Gale was trying not to laugh, I mean he really looks like he’s about to crack up. The for my prince line is the worst. And if I was Justin — well a lot of things if I was Justin, but I would say no on the basis of that line alone and make Brian go get assessed for a stroke or something.

I watched Halloween II the night I found out about Andre! I watch B99 every night as I’m falling asleep. ACAB and all that but it is my comfort show.

One year my in-laws did a white elephant gift exchange and my BIL thought we were all doing gag gifts so he got boxer briefs and socks printed with his face on them. My spouse “won” them and they’re now in our sock and underwear drawer. All this to say, I think your brother gets to learn about his tumblr fame for Christmas. This year is an in-laws year for Christmas (we alternate, my parents are still salty about 2020 being their year) so if you want to send me updates, I will welcome the distraction. I love my in-laws (and especially my niblings) but I am an only child and my parents are quiet and visiting my in-laws is 8 adults, 3 children, and one dog under one roof and no one is quiet and it is A LOT for me.

I think he’ll handle it okay. Just make sure he doesn’t let the fame go to his head.

Also, Brother Anon if you’re reading this because your sister revealed that she’s been sharing your reactions with the internet - HELLO! YOU ARE VERY POPULAR IN A TEENY TINY FANDOM ON TUMBLR WHICH IS A VERY PARTICULAR TYPE OF FAME.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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thenightling · 6 months

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Well, now that I've updated my favorite Christmas songs list. Here is my list of favorite Halloween songs. Note, this list is subject to change based on my mood.

Bonus: Locked Within the Crystal Ball by Black Moore's Night. It's not actually Halloween related but it has a very elemental magick feel to it so I felt it was worth a mention.

Also bonus mention for Queen's A Kind of Magic.

25. Witch's brew by Omnia. The lyrics are directly taken from Shakespeare's MacBeth but because the play is considered to be cursed the song may be cursed. The story goes that the scene with he three witches was based on an encounter Shakespeare had with some actual witches and as punishment for making them characters in his play, the play was cursed. Now actors and theatre crew consider it bad luck to say the name of the play. It's often referred to as "The Scottish Play" and the only time its name can be said is when you are talking specifically about the character. So because it might be cursed, I put it very low on the list.

24. Lost in the Shadows from the Lost Boys soundtrack. This is an old favorite as I used to watch that movie every summer but I associate it more with summer than Halloween which is why I put it so low on the list.

23. The Master's song, sung by Renfield in Dracula the musical by Frank Wildhorn.

22. Life after Life from Dracula the musical by Frank Wildhorn and sung by Dracula and Lucy.

21. Anything can happen on Halloween sung by Tim Curry for the TV movie version of The Worst Witch.

20. Hex Girl from The Hex Girls for Scooby Doo and The Witch's Ghost. From the Wiccan Eco Goth equivalent of The Spice Girls.

19. Touching old Magic AKA The Halloween song from the Halloween door episode of The Real Ghostbusters animated series. Surprisingly good for a song from an animated series from the 80s.

18. Halloween by John McCutchen. This was a pain to track down. I heard it on Halloween radio and liked it and it took me a while to find a decent recording of it.

17. Halloween by J. P. Ashkar. This song was a Tiktok hit last Halloween and the full (longer) version of the audio can be found on Youtube. It's really very catchy.

16. Creepy Crawlies by Scary Bitches. This song was (for many years) the unofficial theme song to the Spirit Halloween store. The first time I heard it was on the radio in a Spirit Halloween store.

15. Scary Monsters (And Super Creeps) by David Bowie. Not quite Halloween related but it plays on Halloween radio and so does Magic Dance (which is listed under this one). The album Scary Monsters (and super Creeps) inspired Danny Elfman during his Oingo Boingo days.

14. Magic Dance by David Bowie for the movie Labyrinth. Sung by Jareth, The Goblin King, and his goblin minion, to entertain a human baby.

13. The Witches are back to the tune of the similarly named Elton John song, from Hocus Pocus 2.

12. One way or Another. The Hocus Pocus 2 version sung by Bette Midler.

11. I put a spell on you. Bette Midler's cover from Hocus Pocus.

10. Horror in Action by Kayak. For some reason this song makes me think of Cain and The House of Mystery horror anthology comics by DC.

9. You won't survive by Count Crow. A parody version of "I will Survive" sung by Dracula to his victims. I just think it's darkly funny.

8. Fright Night from J. Geils Band. This is the title track for the movie Fright Night from 1985 starring the late Roddy McDowall as a hasbeen horror actor who is dragged into the world of the supernatural when teenager, Charlie Brewster, believes his neighbor to be a real vampire. Peter Vincent must overcome his fears and becomes the hero he always pretended to be. Roddy McDowall's voice is even sampled briefly in the song.

7. Monster Mash by Bobby "Boris" Pickett. How can I not love this classic? But my favorite version of it is a recording I actually only heard relatively recently. Vincent Price's cover from the 1970s.

6. Thriller by Michael Jackson and Vincent Price. I mostly love it for the iconic dance but most especially for Vincent Price's poem / "Rap" and of course his iconic cackle at the end of the song. My friend Sarah used Vincent Price's cackle from the song as my ringtone on her cellphone for many years.

5. Ghostbusters by Ray Parker Jr. This one is a childhood favorite. The title track to the original Ghostbusters movie and the theme song for The Real Ghostbusters animated series. The animated series inspired me to study parapsychology and made me want to be a parapsychologist when I was thirteen.

A recent interview with Ray Parker Jr. revealed that he loves the song because it always makes people smile. No one is ever crying when the Ghostbusters song is playing. He said how even little kids will answer "Who you gonna call?" with "Ghostbusters!" And that's what he likes about the song, it brings people joy. There's no negative emotion attached to the song. And I realized he's right. It's just a fun song.

4. Pet Sematary by The Ramones. Deliberately misspelt, this song was the title track for the movie of the same name, based on the novel by Stephen King. I actually like the song more than the movie. The song is from the point of view of someone who doesn't want to be raised from the dead. In role playing games I always made this the favorite song of my original character, Shelley.

A cover of the song was performed by Plain White Ts for the soundtrack of Tim Burton's remake of Frankenweenie (he was remaking his own short film but as stop motion). I actually prefer the original Ramones version. Though I do love it's use for a Frankenstein story.

3. Weird Science by Danny Elfman / Oingo Boingo. I love the song for it's bouncy nature. Yes, it's "Mainstream' but so what? Oingo Boingo fans who refuse to like any of their "mainstream" songs are (in my opinion) kind of pretentious. Yes, it was written for a cheesy teen comedy that later became a 90s teen sitcom on USA Network. But so what? The song is from the point of view of a scientist / sorcerer or alchemist attempting to create life. It's heavily inspired by Bride of Frankenstein and the version used in the opening of the Weird Science TV series samples clips from Bride of Frankenstein.

In role playing games I often made this the favorite song of my "therapist for monsters" character Percy Van Helsing.

2. Dead Man's Party. This song will now always remind me of a wonderful time I had with my cousin and soul sister, Jessica Louise Conroy and her son, Joey, at Six Flags last Halloween season. It played a lot over the speakers there and was already a Halloween favorite of mine. It's by Danny Elfman from when he was the lead singer of the rock band Oingo Boingo. And it makes reference to the scary story "Room for One More." Today Danny Elfman uses it as his encore performance at the end of his Nightmare before Christmas concerts but between 1996 until 2015 he did not perform it live. Now it's tradition that he adds it to his annual Nightmare before Christmas concerts. And the song became the basis for Six Flag's Halloween stage show of the same name, "Dead Man's Party."

1. This is Halloween. Written by Danny Elfman for Nightmare before Christmas it finally reached the Billboard Top 100 for the first time this year. My favorite recording of it is the demo version sung by Danny Elfman himself because it sounds like Jack Skellington is giving you a tour of his home town.

Another Bonus: I also love Halloween Bash by Irving Fink. I didn't put it on the list before because I couldn't remember who recorded it. I knew it as "Monster Bash" from Halloween Radio, a song I heavily associate with my dearest friend Lorie Pringle

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lboogie1906 · 1 year

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Phillip David "Phill" Lewis (born February 14, 1968) is an actor, comedian, and director who is known for his role as hotel manager Mr. Moseby on The Suite Life of Zack & Cody and its spin-off, The Suite Life on Deck. He was born in Uganda to American parents. His father, Delano Lewis, served as the Peace Corps associate director and country director for Nigeria and Uganda at the time and would serve as the Ambassador to South Africa. He made his film debut as Dennis in Heathers. He was cast in the lead role in Teech. He has appeared in smaller roles in other films, including City Slickers, Bowfinger, I Spy, Surviving Christmas, Kicking & Screaming, and Beverly Hills Chihuahua 2. He appeared in guest parts on various television series including Sister Sister, Pacific Blue, JAG, Ally McBeal, Joan of Arcadia, Brothers & Sisters, 8 Simple Rules, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Friends, and How I Met Your Mother. He has had recurring roles on A Different World, The Wayans Bros., Lizzie McGuire, Yes Dear, Scrubs, and Raising Hope. He has appeared as a guest star on That's So Raven and Phineas and Ferb, and in Dadnapped. In the children's series Special Agent Oso, he has a recurring role as the voice of Agent Wolfie. As a television director, he directed eight episodes of The Suite Life on Deck, first making his directorial debut with The Suite Life of Zack & Cody episode "I Want My Mummy". He has since gone on to direct episodes of A.N.T. Farm, Austin & Ally, Good Luck Charlie, Kickin' It, and Jessie. His other television directing credits include Malibu Country, Mike & Molly, 2 Broke Girls, The Soul Man, Sullivan & Son, Melissa & Joey, Young & Hungry, The Odd Couple, One Day at a Time, and Indebted. He directed the live episode of Undateable. He directed fifteen episodes of One Day at a Time. Ηe is married to Megan Benton Lewis and has two daughters. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence https://www.instagram.com/p/CopO2TILwBb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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riverstardis · 1 year

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maybe this year:

the episode starts with an ambulance on its side lol it’s skidding on ice right outside the hospital

ohh sammy’s mum from holby (the actress). that storyline was ongoing when i last rewatched this ep that’s how i noticed

oh it’s jack’s first episode!!

“i’m jack, your new ring-a-ding man”

he pronounces noel like in ‘the first noel’ sjskdkkf

oop olivia’s back with nikki

jack talking about when he had to step in for the lead girl in his high school performance of cabaret. this feels targeted at me i’m feeling especially unhinged about cabaret rn after those amy lennox audios i reblogged last night

aww robyn telling cal she’s got something for him and then giving him a hug

dixie asks ethan how olivia’s doing but he’s been so busy that he hasn’t even had chance to look at her yet and she has a go at him and tells him to do his job😭

cal asks ethan if he wants to get a takeaway that night because they have things they need to talk about

loll charlie’s clocked connie and jacob

dixie sees ethan coming out of olivia’s cubicle and starts grilling him saying he needs to get her on her own to ask her what really happened without nikki there and he’s like “can we stop this please, dixie, just, stop” and lily says she can’t make accusations like that without backing them up and ethan says he checked olivia’s file and she’s only been in once before so nothing suspicious

lily’s like “ethan you can’t let people talk to you like that” and he’s like “that was kind of you but it’s gonna take more than that. i haven’t forgotten what you did to alicia” 😬

ahahahhadjjd jack flirting with ethan

“hi could you file this for me please?” “since you asked so nicely. i’m jack” “er dr hardy. ethan” “ethan hardy. ooo kiss me hardy” “oh er, a history buff? excellent. i’ve erm lots of books you can borrow” “just don’t fine me when i’m late returning them ;)” “… no, i won’t” he’s so awkward i love him <333

this prompted years of them being shipped and yet they never interacted again😭😭😭

look i’m not saying ethan’s been intentionally written as bi bc ofc he hasn’t i ain’t giving the writers credit for anything BUT why did they have jack flirt with him?? because if they just wanted to show that jack was gay by having him flirt with a male character who isn’t interested, why pick ethan? because yes he doesn’t flirt back or anything but when has ethan ever successfully flirted even with people he canonically likes???? like that doesn’t indicate anything from ethan so there’s literally nothing in that scene that indicates he’s not interested, even less to indicate that he’s not interested because jack’s a man. in fact he responds in a way consistent with the way he generally responds when someone he is interested in flirts with him. whereas cal for example could’ve easily dismissed him without ambiguity. other fruity ethan moments include him describing iain as hunky (sorry but did someone seriously write that thinking yeah this is something a straight man would say???) and ofc his date with rash. which brings me to my next point which is george naming rashan completely unprompted which makes me wonder if yeah he hasn’t been intentionally written as bi but he might’ve been intentionally played as bi

i say all that but what probably happened is they wanted to make the “kiss me hardy” joke and didn’t think about it any deeper than that lmao

anyways bi ethan canon!

iain’s beating himself up over the ambulance crashing

jack’s set up christmas decorations and made noel wear antlers sjskfkjf

jack going “horrid shirt aside, i think i’m gonna like it here”

cal says “i was planning on telling ethan, well, everything” and charlie goes “good luck” lmao😭 “but i think i should get all the facts first. find out who i am, who we are, because he’ll ask and i’ll need to have answer when he does. mr sensible, finally using my loaf” “that sounds remarkably sensible” “now i’ve just gotta find her” “one thought, i wouldn’t do it alone” “you offering?” “yeah, why not?” nooo cal just tell him now😭😭

ooh connie’s being vulnerable with jacob

aand now they’re snogging. and so jonnie begins!

#i need to stop writing full on character analyses in these liveblogs where hardly anybody’s gonna see them lmao #i might extract all that bi ethan stuff and make a separate post about it at some point #jack’s first episode!#classic casualty #maybe this year

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bee-in-a-box · 2 years

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Thank you @genderfluidemo for tagging me!! <33

rules: Tag 9* people you want to get to know better

favorite color: Orange because I like cheese and tangerines and sunsets and warmth

currently reading: I wish I were reading something right now, but the last book I read was The Raven King by Maggie Stiefvater

last song: me and my brother were singing I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski to each other while we baked earlier if that counts

last series: Lab Rats :)

last movie: this is literally so embarrassing but the last movie I watched was Good Luck Charlie it's Christmas

This barely makes it any better, but the movie i watched before that was The Fault in Our Stars

sweet/salty/savory?: I'm going to say sweet because I'm eagerly waiting for the butter mochi my brother and I were baking to be done

currently working on: something super exciting! I'm currently working on making my own video essay that's a character analysis of the characters from Lab Rats!

Tags!

@bionicbore @woah-three-aces @muldvaarp @mqtchhead @internetaddict104 @its-always-chase to any of my followers if y'all want to participate you totally should!

*oops well here's 6 people lol

#tag game #don't feel pressured to do this if you don't want to btw #it's just for fun :D

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godofavengers · 5 years

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I was always so confused watching a Disney channel original movie based off a disney show in my childhood. I didnt understand why the Disney channel original movie version of it always had a weird feeling to it, like I was watching an entirely different thing with the same characters..

#it probably was just cuz there was a different director but it always made little me feel weird #wizards of waverly place #wizards of waverly place the movie #suite life of zack and cody #the suite life on deck #suite life movie #childhood #good luch charlie #good luck charlie: its christmas #phineas and ferb #phineas and ferb the movie across the 2nd dimension #kim possible #shake it up #thats so raven #my babysitters a vampire #my babysitters a vampire the movie #disney xd #nastalgia #godofavengers

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Franz Stigler - WWII German Air Force Ace, Hero, and Catholic.

B-17 pilot, Charles Brown, was a 21-year-old West Virginia farm boy on his first combat mission. His bomber had been shot to pieces by swarming fighters, and his plane was alone, struggling to stay in the skies above Germany. Half his crew was wounded, and the tail gunner was dead, his blood frozen in icicles over the machine guns. He glanced outside his cockpit and froze. He blinked hard and looked again, hoping it was just a mirage. But his co-pilot stared at the same horrible vision. "My God, this is a nightmare," the co-pilot said. "He's going to destroy us," the pilot agreed.

The men were looking at a gray German Messerschmitt fighter hovering just three feet off their wingtip. It was five days before Christmas 1943, and the fighter had closed in on their crippled American B-17 bomber for the kill.

But the men had no way of knowing that the man flying that plane, Franz Stigler, came from a vocally anti-Nazi family. On top of that, Stigler was Catholic and had spent time studying to be a priest before the war. Stigler had not wanted to join the Fighter Corps and initially signed up only to train other pilots. But after his beloved brother, August, also a pilot, died in the war, Stigler finally agreed to go to the front, anger and resentment driving him.

August's wife had kept a copy of the Vatican's letter to German Catholics, "With Burning Concern," which Franz found in his brother's room. Read from every Catholic pulpit in Germany on Palm Sunday, 1937, its authors, Pope Pius XI and Munich Cardinal von Faulhaber, excoriated The Party as an evil, racist religion led by "an insane and arrogant prophet." Possessing a copy of that letter was a criminal offense.

Stigler wasn't just any fighter pilot. He was an ace. One more kill and he would win The Knight's Cross, Germany's highest award for valor.

As Stigler's fighter rose to meet the bomber, he decided to attack it from behind. He climbed behind the sputtering bomber, squinted into his gun sight and placed his hand on the trigger. He was about to fire when he hesitated. Stigler was baffled. No one in the bomber fired at him.

He looked closer at the tail gunner. He was still, his white fleece collar soaked with blood. Stigler craned his neck to examine the rest of the bomber. Its skin had been peeled away by shells, its guns knocked out. One propeller wasn't turning. Smoke trailed from another engine. He could see men huddled inside the shattered plane tending the wounds of other crewmen.

Then he nudged his plane alongside the bomber's wings and locked eyes with the pilot whose eyes were wide with shock and horror.

Stigler pressed his hand over the rosary he kept in his flight jacket. He eased his index finger off the trigger. He couldn't shoot. It would be murder.

Stigler wasn't just motivated by vengeance that day. He also lived by a code. He could trace his family's ancestry to 16th century knights. He had once studied to be a priest. A German pilot who spared the enemy, though, risked death in Nazi Germany. If someone reported him, he would be executed.

Alone with the crippled bomber, Stigler changed his mission. He nodded at the American pilot and began flying in formation so German anti-aircraft gunners on the ground wouldn't shoot down the slow-moving bomber. (The Luftwaffe had B-17s of its own, shot down and rebuilt for secret missions and training.) Stigler escorted the bomber over the North Sea and took one last look at the American pilot. Then he saluted him, peeled his fighter away and returned to Germany .

"Good luck," Stigler said to himself. "You're in God's hands now..." Franz Stigler didn't think the big B-17 could make it back to England and wondered for years what happened to the American pilot and crew he encountered in combat.

Stigler had lost his brother, his friends and his country. He was virtually exiled by his countrymen after the war. There were 28,000 pilots who fought for the German air force. Only 1,200 survived.

Decades after the war the two pilots found each other, and became dear friends and fishing buddies. In a book Stigler gave to Brown after their reunion he wrote:

"In 1940, I lost my only brother as a night fighter. On the 20th of December, 4 days before Christmas, I had the chance to save a B-17 from her destruction, a plane so badly damaged it was a wonder that she was still flying. The pilot, Charlie Brown, is for me as precious as my brother was.

Thanks Charlie.

Your Brother, Franz"

#catholic #christian #catholic history #wwii #history #germany #franz stigler #charles brown #wwii history

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alleiradayne · 1 year

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In Baldur’s Gate, Dragons Dungeon You! | Art Master Post

An SPN/D&D mashup that can be read on its own or part of the greater series The Way Things Ought to Be.

But the mysteries aren’t just in Candleekeep. Charlie seems to have one of her own. Except no one can put their finger on it. The campaign unravels--along with Charlie’s secrets--as she tells the story of The Scrivener’s Tale.

Chapter 7 - Ramble On

Summary: To Delimbiyran! Jack attempts to get to know Charlie better in an effort to help solve her mystery. Warnings/Tags: D&D, intrigue, the usual, Charlie Is Weird Again Characters/Pairings: Castiel playing Castiel, Dean Winchester playing Rawridan, Sam Winchester playing Mephisto, Eileen Leahy playing Fechin, Jack Kline playing Comet Shadowpool, Charlie Bradbury Pop Culture Reference Count: 5 Word Count: 4123 Song: Ramble On - Led Zeppelin

Before becoming God, Jack had always venerated the ways in which humans interpreted reality. All the emotions and responses to stimuli. The varied vehemences. Fear intrigued him. As a nephilim, he had experienced it far too often. But since foisting the mantle of God, he no longer felt fear. Or much of anything for that matter.

Fucking omnipotence.

Sure, he’d saved the world. Saved his family. A part of him missed the thrill, though. Not the threat. But the raw fear itself. Of the deepest and darkest spaces, the creeping, crawling presence lurking unseen in the vast ocean. Unspeakable horrors of unfathomable, otherworldly power.

Fear. The oldest emotion. And greatest of them all: fear of the unknown.

The Bunker door creaked as it opened suddenly, swinging just enough to admit a small shadow through. A tiny light bobbed about haphazardly in the darkness. Jack closed the cover of his book—The Shadow over Innsmouth—but otherwise remained still, carefully watching as the light and the silhouette descended the stairs.

Jack had overheard Dean and Castiel discussing Charlie earlier that week. How her behavior, even for her, had worried them. And though he, too, had noticed some rather quirky things, Jack was not one to judge. Despite his godly status and, thus, nigh all-encompassing knowledge, he had reconstituted the veil between himself and whimsical human nature. Free will, wholly.

But he was a mere five years old. A precocious, curious, kindergartner.

The flashlight disappeared down the steps towards the kitchen, and Jack slipped from his seat. Quick and quiet, he darted from the library’s darkness and through the war room. Just as he descended the steps, he caught the bobbing light as it turned the far corner, and he followed. As he suspected, when he reached the furthest intersection, a door around the next corner clicked shut, a soft snict snapping it in place.

He wandered back to the kitchen, deciding against pushing his luck. He hardly knew Charlie—well, he knew her, but in that weird omnipotent God way. Unhelpful at best. What would actually mean something to him was why. Why the subterfuge? Why the sneaking?

Why?

No, the irony was not lost on him.

Breakfast might help break the ice. She liked french toast and eggs. At least he could put some of that all-seeing-eye to good use. By the time he had everything prepped, Sam rounded the corner from the dormitory hallway, suited up for a winter run.

“French toast?” Jack offered.

Sam considered the mixing bowl, then shook his head. “Save me a plate, though. I’ll eat when I get back. For now…” He trailed off as he grabbed a banana. “I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

“Wait,” Jack started. “Before you go, I wanted to ask you something.”

Sam’s face turned white as a sheet. “You okay?”

“Yes, I’m well,” he said with a wave of his spatula. “It’s Charlie. I overheard Dean and Castiel discussing her the other day, and I… I thought I… I just saw her, but I can’t remember.”

Relieved, color returned to Sam’s cheeks as he sighed. “Can you… see where she is right now?”

“You know I will not, Sam,” Jack admonished.

He nodded with a grimace. “Sorry, I wasn’t implying you should spy on her. We’re all worried, though. Eileen noticed, too.” He fell silent a moment, and an inquisitive squint knotted his brow. “Have you noticed anything else? Any other weird behavior.”

Jack set his spatula down and wiped his hands on a towel. “I… do not truly know Charlie. I know her standard quirks and mannerisms. But the only odd thing I’ve observed is…”

Nothing. It was as if he was attempting to recall a millennia old memory. And no matter how hard he tried, no matter how far back he retraced his steps, from the kitchen to the war room, all the way back to the library, he found not even a hint of Charlie’s existence. It was as if he had wandered into the kitchen and began preparing breakfast for himself.

“You can’t remember again, can you?”

“No,” he replied. “And I assume you cannot either.”

Another grimace contorted Sam’s face. “That’s the thread, yeah. We’ve all seen her do something weird, but whenever we try to tell someone else or even attempt to think about it…” He paused as he snapped his fingers. “Gone. Like nothing ever happened.”

Jack scanned the counter as he searched his thoughts again, one last futile attempt to find something, anything. But nothing came to him. He considered the counter top, the eggs, the cinnamon, the vanilla and powdered sugar. The thick slices of challa. The syrup. Maybe Charlie would appreciate breakfast. French toast was her favorite after all.

“Let us know if you see anything,” Sam said, interrupting his thoughts. “Like, right away.”

Jack nodded, resigned, a little defeated. “I will.”

With that, Sam vaulted the stairs for the hallway, out of sight. Moments later, Dean and Castiel joined him—much earlier than expected but welcomed nonetheless—and Jack remained quiet, granting the space and time owed to them. They discussed cases, travel plans, food, and music. A great many topics came and went but Charlie was not among them. Even when Sam returned from his run, their concerns with her never came up. Jack let the matter rest. He would do as Sam had asked of him. If anything, he would make a proper effort to get to know Charlie.

By the time she awoke and shuffled into the kitchen, the others had gone, and Jack was ready. A steaming cup of coffee and a warm plate piled high with french toast, topped with syrup, powdered sugar, and whipped cream sat on the empty table, waiting.

When she spotted the food, her eyes widened, darted to Jack, then back to the plate. She pointed and said, “Is that…”

“For you, yes,” Jack finished. “Everyone else ate. You’re the last one up.”

She murmured her thanks and shuffled across the kitchen to slump onto the bench. And Jack scurried around the counter and sat opposite her, elbows propped up on the table and chin in his hands.

Charlie had already dug in, stuffing her face full of toast until she could hardly close her mouth. Then she spotted Jack and froze. “What?”

“Do you like it?”

She set her fork down and straightened as she chewed. A swig of coffee washed it all down, and her mug returned to the table with a heavy thunk. “What’s going on?” she demanded.

Of course she would see right through him. “I’m worried about you. Everyone is. I thought we could talk.”

Another one of her narrow, side-long stares bore into him for a second before returning to her plate. “I’m fine, Jack. I appreciate the concern, but I’m good. Great, even. Just getting used to sleeping at the Bunker again.”

“I could help with that,” he offered. “If you’d like.”

Charlie considered the thought a moment between bites, then shook her head. “I’ll manage.” She took another bite and a sip of coffee, then pushed the plate back to him. She had cleaned it alarmingly fast, and though odd, the new memory felt rock solid to Jack.

“We should get everyone together early again and knock out the rest of the campaign,” she continued. “I’m damn close to narrowing down this cure.” She stood then and headed towards the door. “Meet us in the library?”

He nodded, and she left, hopping up the kitchen stairs with a surprising spring in her step. So Jack took the opportunity to give the kitchen a once over, table and counter top cleared and wiped down, but he resolved to do the dishes later. By the time he finished and headed to the library, it was nearly ten o’clock and the others had gathered, primed for a full day of Dungeons & Dragons.

Jack took his usual seat across from Eileen, character sheet and dice set out in advance. He gave Charlie one furtive look and, when she caught him, smiled his sincerest smile.

“So we left off in Daggerford,” Charlie began, her steely stare slipping back to her book, “and you had just portaled into an alley. Let’s say you slept the night at an inn, reprovisioned, and traveled the next day to Delimbiyran. You’ve just arrived at the ruins…”

The sun’s amber rays angled between crumbling pillars of pale gray stone and the skeletal remains of collapsed walls lining the narrow streets of Delimbiyran. Fallen structures filled the city, street after street, like the killing fields of war. Comet drew it all in, consumed everything in his view and his jaw dropped. A forlorn sadness settled in his chest the longer he thought as they navigated the city’s decrepit warren-like avenues. Time’s relentless march had consumed all, even a most mighty kingdom like Phalorm. And though Delimbiyran had risen from the ashes, it had lasted but a century before falling to ruin much like its predecessor.

Downfall. History repeating itself. Time. Ouroboros. Serpents seeking serpents, seeking themselves. Comet scribbled the mental notes rapid-fire, quick as the images appeared in his mind’s eye. Lyre was the only suitable instrument for such a retelling. Lydian, romantics, dramatics, mournful sorrow turning the wheel of ages. Poetry would flow from his fingertips, his vocal chords, his entire being. And the world over would know Comet Shadowpool, The Bard, storyteller and songwriter, keeper of memory.

Memory. Memories can be distorted, he thought. They're just an interpretation, not a record. And they're irrelevant if you have the facts. Good thing for him he was living it. A ballad in the making.

A ballad for the ages.

If only he could concentrate.

The hushed whispers crossing between Mephisto and Ramilir three feet behind him invaded his visions, fanning them apart as though pesky smoke.

Comet rounded on them with a snort. “Do you two mind?”

Ramilir had the decency to at least appear chastised. Mephisto, however, scrunched his nose in offense. “Master Bard, are you not enthralled? We are walking through history’s graveyard. Hey… you could use that. ‘History’s graveyard’.”

Comet squinted at him, scrutinizing him out of the corner of his eye. Damned tieflings. “I could…”

Too proud of himself, Mephisto nodded with a crooked grin and walked on ahead. Ramilir clapped him on the shoulder as he, too, passed to join Mephisto. “Take a breath, Master Shadowpool. Live in the moment for once.”

“I am,” he said as he trotted along to catch up. “But I also need to eat, and to eat I need coin, and to earn coin, I have to tell stories, and to tell stories, I need to compose songs, and to compose songs, I need to—whoa!”

The world pitched violently, and Comet’s stomach plummeted as a great yawning void opened up at his feet. But Rawridan snatched him back from the edge of the chasm, loose rock crumbling down into the endless abyss beneath Comet’s boots.

“You need to pay attention to where you place your feet,” Rawridan said, setting him back down. He leaned over the edge with an arched brow and an impressed frown. “That’s quite a few stairs.”

The chasm spanned a quarter mile, the cylinder drilled straight down but for the spiraling stairs along its edge. The last rays of the day’s light angled across the entrance, swallowed by the darkness not fifty feet below the surface. Gaps dotted the staircase, time’s cruelty rearing its head once more, and Comet swallowed thickly. “Please tell me that’s not the Haven.”

Castiel pointed to the map. “The sigils match,” he said, then pointed to the same sigil on the far wall above the first arc of stairs. “I do believe this is the entrance.”

“The window,” Fechin declared. “The stained-glass window in Machil’s study. It was a spiral staircase.”

Ramilir pinched the bridge of his nose. “I must have recalled it from the Princess’s memory. But why? Why would she know this place?

Fechin shrugged as she started down. “I imagine we’ll find the answers inside.”

Rawridan followed her with Castiel in tow. When Comet regarded Ramilir and Mephisto, they gestured him ahead. So he descended the first steps, and his head spun, the world tilting sickeningly as the vault wall rose overhead. Within those first few steps, a weathered mosaic came into view depicting dwarves, elves, and humans working together to forge what he assumed to be the Realm of the Three Crowns. Images of the silver circlet, the adamantine crown, and the golden crown from Castiel’s dream repeated frequently in each scene.

A stone step crumbled beneath his feet and the world pitched once more. But Comet recovered as the rattling bones settled between his ears and he leaped ahead to the next step. Rawridan was right, though he would never admit it out loud. Concentrate. One step at a time.

He counted each once of them, only to lose track somewhere around six-hundred-fifty-three when the last of the sun’s light receded. Ahead, Rawridan drew Moonbeam and held it aloft, while Mephisto cast his warlock’s lantern at the rear, the purple flames adding an eerie glow to the milky white light of Rawridan’s sword. The stairs continued for what felt like hours, and by then, Comet had lost track of time as well. If it were possible, he would have walked and slept at the same time. For numerous reasons. The least of which was the dizzying void to his right.

But as that thought occurred to him, Moonbeam’s pale glow refracted, glinting off of a metal shaft and blinding Comet and the others. When he lowered his hand from eyes, thunder rolled in the distance, and he leaped into action. They had finally reached the bottom, and they were no longer alone. Four elves in lavishly layered robes flanked by four fomorians stood before the tall archway to the next room, impeding their passage.

Rapier drawn, Comet hopped to the ground and fanned out with Mephisto beside him. Fechin hugged the furthest shadows, and Castiel advanced with his pike and shield hefted. Rawridan shouted an instruction as he, too, shifted forward, but the tallest elf stepped forward and raised a hand. “The Queen of Air and Darkness wishes only to learn the status of your mission. We have no quarrel.”

Rawridan tightened his grip on Moonbeam and shook his head. “Shame.”

The regal elf lay down his staff. “You must destroy the book. Do you know how?”

It occurred to Comet then that he had not the faintest clue how they were to destroy the book. He turned back to the stairs where Ramilir had frozen ten steps from the bottom. All eyes locked on him, and Comet knew the second he opened his mouth, he lied.

“We… have an idea.”

The elf’s face flattened at that. “You must destroy it. If you do not by the morning, we will return and take care of it ourselves as we did with Master Ryllin.”

A distant rattle echoed in the back of his mind, like old bones clattering across the ground. “You killed Machil?!” Comet demanded.

The elf said no more and, instead, retrieved his staff. He motioned in a wide arc to his left where a portal formed, small but spiraling ever outward until the fomorians could stoop through.

“Dawn,” the master wizard repeated. “Do not doubt that we will find you again.”

And with that, he disappeared. The portal winked out in the next beat, and the entire group heaved a collective sigh. Ramilir joined them, crestfallen. “I am very sorry to have dragged you all into this.”

Rawridan snorted. “At this point in the adventure, my only objective is to end the curse. Just to prove those prissy elves wrong. Righteous ponces,” he growled as he stomped towards the door. “Dawn,” he continued, mocking the elf’s tone. “Take care of it ourselves—sure, and I could throw you further than you could ever hope to cast your stupid fireball. We’ll see who takes care of it.”

Comet snorted a laugh through his nose as he sheathed his rapier and followed. Castiel fell in step beside Rawridan, and together the group headed through the open archway on the opposite side of the room. Their moment’s respite lasted not another fifteen paces before blue flames ignited to either side of the arch, and Comet freed his sword in its scabbard. But Rawridan and Castiel had only just crossed the threshold, tripping some sort of spell. Ornate sconces flanking the archway bathed them all in an eerie blue glow and flickered silently.

Comet joined Castiel and Rawridan in the next room after a breath. Cracks laced the walls of the partially collapsed room, and rot covered the floor in a thick layer. Leather scraps, rusted metal, and insect husks mingled with stone debris. And their only way through, another large archway, was blocked by a massive pile of rubble.

“Intentional,” Rawridan said as he approached and kicked a stone over. Beneath it, he had unburied a thick wooden club, hefty, and the last two feet wrapped in metal links and spikes. He yanked it free of the rubble by the handle and examined it. “Ah, a Rat Stick. I used to have one when I was a child,” he mused. “You can take out quite a few rats in a single strike with one of these. More humane.” When he turned back to the others, he spotted their aghast faces, then pitched the weapon back into the heap. He cleared his throat, then asked, “I’m assuming this was Machil’s work?” as he pointed to the rubble.

Castiel shrugged. “Possibly. Not that it matters,” he said as he rolled up the map and tucked it in his belt. “We’ll have to clear it to get through.”

Comet sighed, making way for those better equipped to help. With his lute in his lap, he plucked quietly at the strings, composing his ballad while Rawridan, Castiel, Fechin, and Mephisto cleared the blockage. Between the four of them—brute strength, nimble fingers, and lofty brains combined—they had only come close to caving in the hallway once. Castiel had taken the brunt of the damage, but the worst of it had merely dented his breastplate. And his pride.

Within the hour, the way was clear enough for them to pass, and together they entered what Castiel deemed the dining hall. Blue flame ignited once more, illuminating the longer space with the same eerie blue glow. Though a layer of refuse and dead insects covered the floor, the furnishings remained intact. Four trestle tables, a side table set with what appeared to be cups, and two dozen chairs stood whole, covered in centuries of dust.

Comet wiped at the arm of a nearby chair with his sleeve revealing finely lacquered wood. But another inch revealed dry rot and he backed away, afraid the chair might crumble with any further disruption. He shuffled over to the side table and found two dozen tea cups encircling a tea urn, all coated in a vermilion glaze.

“Which way?”

He regarded Fechin then only to immediately find the source of her question. Three massive archways led out of the room. Over the archway to the west, the word CANDESCA had been carved into the stone.

“Hm,” Castiel mused as he produced the map once more. His hopeful frown faded. “It indicates nothing—”

“Watch it,” Rarwidan interjected as he darted past Castiel. “Bookworm fading fast.”

Indeed, Comet wheeled about just in time to watch Rawridan catch Ramilir as he fainted again. And just as he had back at the Ryllin estate, Ramilir’s eyes glazed over a ghastly white, and he spoke.

“Destroy him!” he gasped. “End the final visage of the quill-bearer, the queen’s evil pawn! He has cursed you and I alike. Put him down and I will be free to rid you of your curse!”

As quick as it had come, the moment passed and Ramilir’s color returned, cheeks flush and amber eyes blinking open. Rawridan put him back on his feet and dusted off his robes, not that he had even come close to touching the floor. Ramilir shook his head, fingertips rubbing his temples, then sighed but said nothing.

“Quill-bearer,” Comet mused. “Haven of the Red Quill.”

“Can’t be a coincidence,” Mephisto agreed, following his line of thought.

At first, the connection frayed, far too thin to weave a thread. But the longer he thought, the thicker the fiber spun. “Wait.” Comet pointed to Ramilir, gesturing to his robes. “Roll up your sleeves again.” Nonplussed, Ramilir did as directed, revealing the curse’s text. It had spread, much to Comet’s surprise, covering the backs of his hands. But something he and the others had all failed to notice earlier stood out so obviously then.

Red. The ink glowed a dark, ruby red.

“Humor me,” Comet began, but distant thunder from deep underground interrupted him. When the rumble faded to silence, he spoke. “What if Zyrian, the Scrivener, wrote the tale about the Princess, but then was forced to imprison her by the Queen?”

Ramilir’s eyes widened a fraction. “The book.” He withdrew it from his sling. “The Queen has been tracking us through the book.”

“To what end?” Castiel asked.

Rawridan gestured back toward the entrance. “We have encountered the Queen’s forces thrice. We have been threatened by them thrice. Methinks it is worth entertaining the Princess’s pleas for help.”

Fechin flicked her fingers once, then nodded. “Release her to rid Ramilir of his curse. Then she can deal with the Queen on her own. I have no interest in their quarrel.”

“Agreed,” Mephisto added. “If it frees Ramilir, then I am all for it.”

“But how?”

Comet turned back to Ramilir as did the others. The acolyte’s hopeful smile drooped. “How do we free her? She demanded we kill the quill-bearer. But we don’t even know how to destroy the book.”

The riddle plaguing them reared its ugly head once more, temporarily forgotten. Comet, too, had found himself growing too optimistic for his own good. A final piece of the puzzle hid just out of reach, out of sight, he knew. But where?

He scanned the dining room once more and stopped abruptly at the labeled archway.

CANDESCA.

“Candesca?”

Shadows shifted overhead and Comet arched his neck, hand ready at his pommel to draw his rapier. Each fiery blue orb stretched and separated from its sconce, gathering at the ceiling’s center in a large ball. It lumbered end over end, roiling and rolling towards the labeled archway, then descended to pass into the next room.

Plunged into darkness, Mephisto raised his hand full of his purple warlock’s light. “Candesca it is then,” he said as he strode through the group and into the archway.

Gurgling growls interrupted Sam’s action, and Jack laughed as he rubbed his stomach. “I think I forgot to eat again.”

“I’ve got an idea for lunch,” Dean said as he stood, immediately heading towards the war room. “C’mon, kid.”

Before he stood, Charlie begged off for her room, claiming to have forgotten something she required for the campaign. Sam and Eileen watched her go, half standing from their chairs. Jack suspected one of them to follow her, but when neither did, he leaned over to Castiel and asked, “What just happened?”

Castiel sighed as he stood. “I’ve already forgotten.”

“But you saw her—” And just like that, Jack, too, had forgotten. What could be powerful enough to cause God to forget? Then again, he had given up a part of his power. Maybe the other shoe was finally dropping.

He stood then and followed Castiel into the war room, Sam and Eileen right behind him. “I don’t like this. I might have sworn off interfering, but I did not intend to completely blind myself.”

“I doubt you did,” Castiel agreed. “Something is definitely wrong. Sam and Eileen have noticed. Dean, too. Charlie is acting strange but we’re all unable to explain how. I’m sure we’ll eventually get to the bottom of it. Maybe Charlie will on her own. With her research.”

They arrived at the kitchen as Dean set out a tray of multi-layered sandwiches on the island counter. Jack’s appetite churned once more in his stomach. No amount of omnipotence had staved off human hunger. But before he could take another step, Charlie entered from the opposite door.

“Oh great, sandwiches,” she quipped. “Let’s get back to the table and eat while we play.”

With that, she darted back through the door without giving anyone a chance to respond. Dean shrugged, nonplussed, and grabbed the platter with both hands.

“Grab the beers, Sam. I think we’re gonna need ‘em.”

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