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kazoo5480 · 3 years

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Series: Part 2 of Breaking Down For Smee @anothersworld

A companion one shot of Breaking Down- from Augusts POV

August dropped that son of a bitch off at Boston PD and headed to Emma’s. He parks his car in her empty spot, taking the elevator up to her floor. He jingles his keys, a smile on his face, and wonders what kind of shambles Emma left the place in.

He opens the door surprised. For once, it’s tidy, and he nods in approval. Emma was the sloppiest person he had ever known, eating out of the dishwasher, as dirty plates stacked up in the sink. He missed her, and he knew that this time felt different, she did.

He dropped his bag in her room and hopped in the expansive shower. He slips on his pajama bottoms and heads towards the kitchen. Tapping his lips, “Now where do you have the snacks Duckling” he asks as he rifled through her cabinets.

Bingo. Chips Ahoy, Doritos, Swedish fish, Kit Kats, gummies. All the good snacks. He even eyes her beloved Belgian hot cocoa mix, doubting she has milk.

He opens her fridge and pulls back assaulted by the stench. “What the fuck is that smell,” he says looking at containers, Chinese food, pizza, “ugh” he shakes his head and promptly empties her fridge.

“You are a swine” he grumbles as he empties her fridge of perishables, and things he isn’t even going to open. He tosses it all, condiments, anything not in a bottle with a lid on it.

He knew she wasn’t coming back unless it was to get her stuff, he could tell.

Something had shifted in her, something he had never seen, and to spare her neighbors from thinking there was a rotting corpse in this apartment, he promptly threw the bag of garbage down the shoot in the hallway away from the apartment.

He ordered their favorite Indian food, sprawls on the couch with Netflix on, pulls up her shows, and tucks into the cookies. He smiles and sends a selfie of him to Emma, eating her cookies on her couch.

“3, 2,1” his phone buzzes to life, he smiles.

“I knew you would call. I ate them all and they were delicious. You always have the good snacks.”

Emma pouted, “You’re an ass, stop eating my snacks!”

He laughs at her, “Why? You aren’t here, they need to be eaten, I threw half your groceries out, disgusting Swan.”

Emma is quiet for a moment, “You’re on speakerphone Aug, and I am not alone.”

August grins, oh this would be interesting, she had never let anyone meet him- let alone speak to him.

“Oh. Hello mystery man, I am August, Emma’s much better half of our platonic friendship and semi-family.” August heard a deep laugh and an accent, Irish he would guess if he had to bet.

“He is funny,” the man said.

August smiled at that, and then Emma interjected.

“Don’t encourage his ego, Jones” Emma barked.

August grabbed his laptop and opened his programs waiting for them to say something he could use to search.

“Hi August, Killian Jones, single, male, Caucasian, about 178, Irish, smoldering good looks, and besotted with the keeper of your snacks.”

August laughed at that, he was funny, Emma needed funny. He typed in all that information, and certainly there he was, Killian Jones. Augusts’ eyes widened when he clicked his Maine driver’s license, he had to hold back a Jesus Chris because this guy was a god.

“I see why you are thinking Em,” he said to Emma through the speakerphone. “Anyways, I dropped that asshat off at BPD, put the cash in your account, and I plan to head out tomorrow. What do you want me to drop off or send?” he asked his sister.

“Everything” Killian shouted, and he heard the telltale slap of Emma hitting Jones, and a grumble from the man.

“I don’t know, can I call you tonight?” Emma said quietly, and he could tell she was having a moment, she was going to run or was considering it.

“Of course, I will have found your secret stash of candy by then,” August said in reply.

“Don’t go through my drawers!” Emma shouted, almost like a plea.

“See, you make it too easy!” August laughed and shook his head. She hung up the phone. “Now let’s see who you are Killian Jones,” August said flipping through the reports.

His driver’s license, bank account, a deceased brother, August saw his Auto Repair shop linked and that account which held a quite sizeable sum as he flipped through it, he didn’t need money from Emma- that was a good thing.

His business seemed fairly profitable for such a small town, population just over 1400, so he was alright on that end.

He noticed that Killian Jones owned the business and building alone, no outstanding mortgage or bills, or addresses, he would guess he probably lived above his shop.

His two credit cards all at a low balance, one personal, one for his business. The credit score was not perfect but pretty good. August saw no aliases, or red flags, certainly nothing he would warn Emma about. This guy seemed normal, maybe completely perfect for Emma.

August sat there perusing all the files, he looked into his brother’s death- was in the Navy, an accident a few years back. Curious, he went back through Killian’s bank accounts and noticed a hefty payment deposited a few months after the brothers’ death from the US Government.

August trailed that and connected that Killian used the settlement payoff to buy his business outright and stashed the rest in his savings. Jones wasn’t a frivolous spender, his receipts and business expense all parts and supplies. Nothing was giving him any red flags.

He went to social media and saw an Instagram account, but it looked like it hadn’t been used in some time. He scanned the pictures, mostly were tagged from a RedRidingHood.

August would also bet that the brunette in most of the photos linked to that account would be her, but he saw mostly just group photos, and she had tagged Jones, who was indeed a handsome man.

He looked through the DMV, he smirked when he saw that jones had a motorcycle and a car registered.

“Emma does love a man on a motorcycle” he laughed and decided that was enough digging for now.

@anothersworld

#emma swan #august booth #ouat

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everlarkbirthdaygifts · 5 years

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Happy Birthday, onewomanopinion!

Today, we wish @onewomanopinion a Happy Birthday! We hope you’re having a lovely day so far, and that it only gets better from here! To make your day extra special, the lovely @mega-aulover has written a story just for you!

For: @onewomanopinion

Prompt: Modern Au, Everlark and the toastbabies celebrate Halloween

A/N: Happy Birthday I hope your day is filled with happiness and joy. Enjoy a bit of homey Everlark family life!

Rated G, Un beta’d all mistakes are mine

Title: Stayween

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Katniss and Peeta stood by the door of the kitchen watching their kids gathered by the bay window sadly staring outside.

They were dressed as the Darling children from Peter Pan. Melody was dressed as Wendy, with a beautiful bow in her hair. Linus was dressed as Michael complete with top hat and umbrella. Charlie was dressed as John in an adorable onesie. He clutched his bear against his chest. Katniss refused to cut his blond curls, she only trimmed his hair and under duress.

Thunder rumbled through the darkened sky followed by a flash of lightning. The day began so lovely and bright but as it progressed it became overcast and darker. By the time the kids came home and dressed torrential rain began falling. Their plans for collecting treats had become one giant trick.

Peeta and Katniss shared a look. They were supposed to go out as a family, Peeta was supposed to be Mr. Smee and Katniss the crocodile. The lights flickered, it looked as if they were going to lose the electricity. The kids weren’t bothered by the thought of being plunged into darkness, they were hoping for a miracle. They hoped the rain would stop and for the clouds to miraculously dissipate. Unfortunately, none came, and they sat dejected watching it pour outside. This was quickly becoming a bad day.

"What are we going to do," Katniss whispered. “They were looking forward to going out with their friends.”

Peeta rubbed the back of his head.

Their kids huddled together watching the rainfall.

"Go get pillows," Peeta said, "I'll get blankets."

Katniss caught on, they were going to make a fort. "We’ll need flashlights and chocolate.”

“Chocolate?” Peeta questioned.

“We can make smores."

Peeta gave her a peck on the lips. "Great idea.”

Katniss and Peeta set out to gather the materials needed to make a blanket fort.

“What are you doing father?” Melody watched Peeta dump blankets on the sofa.

“We’re making a fort,” Peeta winked, “for stayween.”

“Stayween?”

“Staying inside to celebrate hollow…”

“...ween!” Her eyes became wide as saucers. “Can we help?” By now Linus and Charlie were paying attention.

“Sure, you can get lots of pillows, things to make our fort comfy.”

“Hooray,” Charlie jumped up and down.

Within twenty minutes they had erected a blanket fort on the floor of the living room in front of the fire. The lights had gone out but in their cozy den, they roasted marshmallows, dined on popcorn and fizzy water.

“Okay, time to raid the fridge,” Peeta said.

“For what daddy?” Linus asked standing to his full height.

“For whatever you can get, in two minutes or less. Without getting caught by the creepy crocodile.”

Katniss giggled as she pounced around outside of the fort, her shadow looking scarier in the fire-lit interior.

“I can do it I’m the fastest,” Melody said.

“You’ll each get a chance,” Peeta said, “but you can’t let the crocodile get you. You have two minutes to run to the fridge get whatever you can grab and run back here as quickly as you can.”

Normally, Katniss, wouldn’t be up for such shenanigans but tonight of all nights she needed to push her discomfort aside for her children. She hid behind a love seat. She watched her daughter dart from the tent toward the fridge. Getting up Katniss used the shadows to her advantage.

“Hurry sister, hurry!” Linus’ voice urged.

Katniss waited until her daughter turned around. “BOO!!!”

Melody screamed, causing her brothers to yell, Katniss could hear Peeta laughing. Melody quickly darted around her, and Katniss was incumbered by her tail as she spun around.

“Run, sister, run!” Linus called.

Charlie gleefully laughed as Katniss nearly tripped on her crocodile tail.

“HOORAY!” Peeta cheered as Melody came back.

Linus was up next and Katniss did her best to chase him around the living room giving him time to run into the tent. When it was Charlie’s turn, she allowed him to run to the fridge. It was no surprise Charlie went for the cheese. He was like his mother in that respect, they both had a deep love for all things cheesy.

With his prize possession in his arms, he ran back. He looked adorable in his onesie, his golden curls bouncing as he ran. Katniss couldn’t help herself she caught him and kissed his tummy much to his delight. His childish uncontrolled chortle filled the air. She proceeded to give him raspberries which only produced more laughter.

“MOMMY THAT WAS FUN!” Mellody and Linus shouted hugging Katniss as she crawled back into the tent.

With the pilfered goods from the fridge, they made fridge raid sandwiches. Katniss decided to keep her sandwich simple, adding cheese in between her slices of bread. Peeta, however, mixed peanut butter and bananas and added potato chips for the crunch.

Katniss told them about the story of how she had been treed by a bear while hiking in the forest, they screamed when she roared and thunder grumbled in the air. They played a round of campfire stories. Peeta began telling a wild tall tale, when his time was up he handed the flashlight to Melody. By the time the flashlight was handed to Katniss, all sorts of silliness had ensued including cosmic bodies of radioactive blue elephants that were saving the planet, Venus.

By the end of the night, they were snuggled up against the other. The kids were between them. Katniss watched Peeta as he pulled the blankets around their kids, before settling back into his spot. He gazed at her with a mixture of love, awe, and joy.

“Did I ever thank you for making me the happiest man on earth?”

Katniss hid her smile Peeta was always saying sweet poignant things to her. At the beginning of their relationship, she wasn’t used to such praise, in fact, she found it suspicious. However, as the years passed, she learned Peeta was sincere in his praise toward her. Taking his hand in hers she squeezed it, “I love you.”

Peeta grinned then his face turned serious. “Running around out there in your condition, wasn’t too much, was it?”

Katniss shifted her hand to fall on her gently rounded belly, “Nah these guys have to know what they are getting into with our family.”

“Happy stayween, Mrs. Mellark,” Peeta leaned across their children and kissed her on the lips.

Katniss sighed, this turned to be the best day ever.

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #everlarkbirthdaygifts #everlarkbirthdaydrabbles #fan fic #by mega-aulover

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fairydust-stuff · 4 years

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Wendy Darling Embodiment of Motherhood

Here’s the thing ,I have never been a big fan of Wendy Darling from JM Barrie’s classic novel Peter Pan. Not only is she a cocktail of every bad stereotype about Victorian women casually thrown into a blender to make the ultimate Grimm’s fairy tale heroines are more bad ass then you smoothie. But Wendy is just straight up the most boring character in Peter Pan. That being said she does play a very important role in Peter Pan. Also it’s gotten the point where I’m a bit tired of seeing this idea that the Never land ladies have nothing to offer. If we don’t change everything about them or let’s just leave them out entirely trend via Hollywood. Seriously when is the last time Tink got more than a cameo and I’m not talking about the sugary princess clone Disney created from her mutilated body. Anyway I want to take a look Wendy Darling how she works, how she doesn’t work what she embodies and how she’s been portrayed in various adaptations.

First let’s take a look at some themes. Peter pan is at its core a coming of age story about accepting the inevitability of growing up. However Wendy as a point of view character is kind of an odd choice for this theme. In the original novel Wendy brings a flower to her mother who declares “Why can’t you stay like this” Then the narrator proceeds to talk about how Wendy knew she must grow up. So we already have a character who accepts the fact she must grow up on page one. In fact Wendy doesn’t run away to Never land as much as take a holiday, and to be fair John and Michel suffer from the same problem. Honestly I think the closest thing we get to a character arch in the novel is George Darling who is a seriously underrated character in my opinion. So Wendy just never struggles with growing up. However another theme of Peter Pan is motherhood and oh boy does Wendy fit into that.

“She used to come to me in my and I’d say pretty mother, now she has come and I’ve shot her” Tootles laments after thinking he shot and killed Wendy. Even Hook want to take Wendy to be the mothers of himself and his crew in typical pirate fashion coveting what Peter Pan and the lost boys have Wendy becomes a treasure for them to steal. Smee when carrying Wendy even promises “I’ll save you if you promise to only be my Mother” Every boy and man child in Never land craves a mother and want Wendy to fill the position. Wendy taking on the role turns her into a kind of ideal in the eyes of everyone in Never land even her own brothers get in on the treating her as the perfect mom.

In fact Wendy only gets to be a little girl in the narrative when Hook offers his hand to her and she takes it and only because the narrative felt the need to defend her submission to her own capture. But looking back that may very well be the point when you look at Wendy and Peter’s relationship without the shipping googles it’s actually quite interesting. You’ve got two pre teen’s on two different wave lengths. Wendy states in the novel “Peter what are true feelings towards me?” and is displeased with Peter’s answer “That of a devoted son” this seems up their relationship perfectly. Wendy uses the role of mother to try to basically become Peter’s wife something which he is deeply uncomfortable with needing constant reassurance that playing an adult couple is “ Only make believe” now whether or not Peter is flat out not interested or scared of his own feelings is up for debate. I personally lean toward the former because Peter is constantly surrounded by busty topless mermaids who like to flirt with him. So if he hasn’t had his sexual awakening yet it’s not happening ever, but the point is Peter uses the reaffirmation of Wendy as Mother to keep her at a distance. When Wendy returns home Miss Darlings offers to adopt Peter which he refuses. This highlights the fact when given the chance to have an actual mother he doesn’t want one.

Wendy is a reflection of Peter’s warped relationship with motherhood. He confesses to Wendy that he did at one point did return to his mother only to find the window barred and “There was another little boy sleeping in my bed!” It could be argued Peter’s desire to stay a little boy forever actually steam from the fear of abandonment and being replaced. This shapes Peter’s relationship with Wendy in sense he wants a mother he can actually control. One who never makes him feels too grown up or who challenges him or his choices in a meaningful way. This shows that motherhood is important and that without a proper mom boys will never truly grow into men.

Wendy plays a similar role to the lost boys only she actually ends up helping them. While the lost boys clearly already have mommy craving’s Wendy gives them a taste of what having a mom is actually like or at least what an ideal mom from a Victorian upper middle class family structure would be like. So when Wendy wants to go home the lost boys who getting a taste of what their missing decides to go with her. Where they get adopted into the Darling Family and grow into respectable members of society who all get boring office jobs in the prolog which completely contrast their colorful energetic personalities, moving on. Wendy acts as kind of encouraging benevolent guide for the lost boys and Peter her inevitable goal being to encourage to move beyond the superficial trappings of childhood and take a step forward into adulthood. Peter is the failure, deficient as the novel itself states but the lost boys are a triumph of the power of proper maternal nurturing.

Wendy Darling has appeared in various adaptations and Spin offs though I’m mostly going to focus on Movies and TV because most of the Peter Pan book retellings where Wendy plays a key role just do not fill me with any positive feelings. And I want to mostly focus on the good today with some casual snark thrown in.

So let’s start with Wendy from the 2003 Peter Pan Live Action adaptation. I love this version it makes changes from the novel while still paying homage by using actual lines from the book. Though I have very mixed feelings about 2003 Wendy.

The movie heavily leans into the annoying I’m not like other girls trope. Here Victorian lady Wendy turns fairy tales into gore fests, and has an interest in sword play and pirates. I’m not saying girls from that era can’t have those interests but it just feels like their Wendy is the product of listening to too many focus groups not to mention she learns to be an expert sword fighter who can go toe to toe with adults after five seconds with Peter. And what is with the sudden unexplained blood thirst? Where did that come from?

Though I do like how the film unlike the novel actually gave Wendy an arch. Wendy’s aunt is mortified at her niece’s interest in becoming a novelist who travels the world. She insists Wendy’s parents separate Wendy from her brothers and allow her to tutor, Wendy to teach her how to be a proper lady. They also have a school teacher shame Wendy for drawing a picture of Peter flying above her bed. This seems to be subtext for the Victorian shaming of sexual expression from girls as dirty and shameful. This actually makes Wendy feel like her life is changing way too fast and it scares her. Since she is twelve and her family is already talking about marriage prospects. While the scene where Peter and her meet is pretty much played like in the novel. There’s the added moment of Peter whispering in Wendy’s ear “ Forget them Wendy Forget them all come with me and we’ll never ever have to think about grown up things again” which unlike the novel frames Wendy as running away from growing up.

Then she develops a crush on Peter Pan and this being Hollywood they go with the scared of his own feeling interpretation. I guess her whining and screaming his name for a day was just too sexy to resist. Wendy contemplates joining Hook’s crew because when your crush rejects you validation by pirate man children is good salve for your wounds. But then realizes she can’t remember her mother and much like the novel becomes scared that her and her brothers have forgotten their parents. Then they all get kidnapped by the pirates and Hook and Peter have a show down which is way better than the novel because here Hook attacks Peter’s abandonment issues and actually brings him to his knees. But then Wendy kisses Peter and he gains the strength to defeat Hook. Basically the implication is Wendy realizes growing up is ok because romantic love is a thing. Hey, I didn’t say it was a great arch but it’s more than the novel gave her or anyone. I’m not a huge fan of this Wendy depiction but I’ve got to take my hat off to the writers for at least giving Wendy a coming of age narrative.

Disney’s classic Peter Pan pulled a similar move taking the focus from Peter and putting it entirely on Wendy. The implications at the end imply that Wendy’s adventure was all a dream and that Tinker bell and Tiger Lilly were reflections of her own manifesting sexuality. Peter Pan her desire not to grow up and Hook I’m going to guess that he was her daddy issues.

I actually think Walt did Wendy a solid in her characterization. This is one of the few Wendy’s were her concern for her brothers and the lost boys don’t feel tacked on. Since most adaptations do very little to build Wendy’s dynamic with the other kids. Here it’s in every face wipe and tearful good bye and every “Do be careful” thrown over Wendy’s shoulder.

Also the Disney movie does a one eighty from everyone in Neverland worshiping her to Neverland treating her rather badly. It takes Wendy’s annoyance from called her squaw from the Novel and has the Indians bully her into fetching firewood instead of joining the celebrations. Also the mermaids not only try to drown her but Peter thinks is all a big joke. Disney’s Wendy constantly stands up for herself but often gets brushed off or forced to walk the plank. In this version you can one hundred percent understand why Wendy is so done with this place and ready to grow up. Here the reality of what it’s like to experience everyone acting like a self-centered child is here on full display.

Also Disney’s Wendy is not perfect she gets angry and loses her temper attacking mermaids or yelling at Indians. She gets jealous of Tiger Lilly being all over Peter and is sour towards him. Wendy is dreamy eyed, and polite but this version of her also doesn’t take anyone’s crap and will let you know if you’ve crossed a line or if you’re flat out awful. But she’s still pleads with Peter on her attempted murder’s behalf. Wendy also reminds Peter that Tiger Lilly is drowning when he gets caught up in celebrating his cleverness. She still makes sure she can say goodbye to her brothers and the lost boys before Hook kills her. Even on her worst day Disney’s Wendy is a kind person even when those around her are less so.

But my favorite portrayal of Wendy has got to be from the 90’s classic “Peter Pan and the Pirates” TV series which aired on Fox was about one season then got cancelled. While it doesn’t really focus on Wendy a whole lot since its more concerned with the relationship between Peter Pan his lost boys and Hook’s crew.

She still has a pretty important role. Wendy often serves as a voice of reason to the group which doesn’t go against her original role in the novel since she takes a cake that’s been left out all night away from the lost boys. Which does present her as the one with the most common sense but the show lets Wendy tell Peter this is a bad idea way more often than the book and blow up at him after he does the stupid thing every one told him not to do. Also Wendy gets to be more of a moral center lecturing Peter for stealing the picture of Hook’s mother in the episode “Hooks mother” and encouraging him to return it and even getting Peter to take care of Hook after he’s injured. This is in a positive change in my opinion because it actually expands on Wendy’s role as a guide to adult hood. Here Wendy Darling encourages a kind of good behavior she helps build moral character in her boys. Wendy has strong ideals and this adaptation actually has her stand by her principals for better or worse. This not only gives her more of a central role in the story but also gives her more chances to be active. Yay character agency!

Also this version of Wendy was the first to have a bit of an interesting relationship with Hook. (Who is voiced by Tim curry and does an excellent job.) While the writers got rid of the almost pedophilic undertones of Hook wanting to keep Wendy from the novel and the “My beauty” pet name. Thank god for that even in the novel i thought it was too much. There’s still a bit of a dynamic even if its way more innocent.

In the episode In Peter on Trial Wendy not only lands on the ship unharmed but reminds Hook executing Peter without a trial would not be proper form at all. She then hits Hook in the ego by declaring “Surely you don’t doubt your powers of debate against that of a mere girl” And not only gets a trial but manages to win even when the trial is rigged against them. Hook even congratulates her before proceeding to find his own loophole and kill Peter Pan anyway. The point is this suggests this Wendy has a bit of an insight into Hook maybe more so then Peter. She knows he’s obsessed with good form and has an ego that prides its self on being the smartest person in the room.

This cuts both ways while Wendy is capable of manipulating Hook, he also consistently manipulates Wendy by offering his word as a gentlemen when he intends to break it as a pirate. This dynamic highlights Wendy’s flaw of trusting dangerous people and allowing them to hurt her friends. Hook has picked up that she trusts or wants to trust him. In this version Hook actually treats Wendy as opponent vs the usual she belongs to Peter and I want to steal her like in most adaptations. Also despite Hook being terrifying Wendy has no problem being all “There’s no need to get cranky Captain” and I kind of love how comfortable she is with the guy despite him being an enemy.

This proves Wendy doesn’t have to be a sword wielding “Who are you to call me girlie” action girl to be a good character. She can be flawed but still remain a good person and giving her a spine is always appreciated.

Wendy Darling is at her core a guide into adulthood with a strong moral character and a voice of reason who is used to shine a light on how important motherhood is since the result of mothers abandoning or neglecting their children shape the Peter’s of the world. This makes her important to the overall story and themes of Peter Pan.

#wendy darling #wendy darling appreciation #peter pan disney #Peter Pan 2003 #Peter Pan and the Pirates

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lunanight2012 · 5 years

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A Tale as Old as Time? Pt 3

Hope you all enjoy! I lied, this has some craziness to it. Enjoy!!!

It had been three weeks. Three weeks since I had to wrap my chest to heal the brand. Three weeks since I learned how to control my fire. Three weeks since I started dating Harry Hook.

Well more like he's living with me in my dorm room, so is Gil. But I couldn't bear leaving Gil in a room by himself. So my room now has two beds at either side of the room and yes me and Harry share a bed. It's been great. I have my Harry Hook plush.

This just happened to be the week me and Chad had to head home for mom's birthday. I managed to get Harry to come with us. But hey Chad warmed up to Harry pretty quickly. Hopefully mom and dad will too.

Chad drove his motorbike, I followed on mine with Harry seated right behind me.

"Love I'm nervous." Harry stated as we pulled into the large garage oh Charmington Palace.

"About?" I asked, taking off my helmet, shaking my hair free, I now had light blue tips to my hair.

"What if your parents don't like me?" He asked, nervous.

"They will. Mom might be a bit shocked but they'll grow to love ya!" I exclaimed, kissing his cheek.

The three of us headed into the castle.

"Momma! Papa! We're home!" I called out.

Soon enough big old doggo, Leonardo, came hopping down the hall. I held out my gloved arma.

"Leo!! There's my big boy!" I giggle petting the slobbering dog.

"Well, so happy to have you two back home!" Cinderella exclaimed, smiling.

"Momma!" I exclaimed running to my mother and hugging her.

"Cindy! Oh my what happened to your hair? And why are you wearing leather gloves?" Momma asked me. I backed away, becoming nervous.

Harry grabbed my hand gently.

"Momma, I want you to meet my boyfriend, Harry Hook." I introduced.

"A VK? How can you be so sure he's not going to turn on you?" Momma questioned.

That's when Chad spoke up. "Actually he saved Lu from his father."

"What?? When did this happen??" Momma became worried.

"Mrs. Charming, I would never hurt your daughter. I love her with all my soul. But there's some new things to Luna." Harry explained.

"Like the hair and gloves?" Momma quirked an eyebrow.

"His father injected me with Hades blood and um I have fire." I explained creating a small ball of fire in my palm. "And my hair flames up sometimes. And um…." I made the flame go out before grabbing Harry with both hands.

"I have a scar on my back from his father branding me." I said looking at me and Harry hands intertwined together.

"What? Come with me missy! I am going to take a look at the." Cinderella exclaimed dragging me to my room.

Chad smiled at Harry, who was playing with his hook nervously.

"Come on dude, time to meet my dad!" Chad exclaimed.

~~~~~~~In my bedroom~~~~~~~~~~

"Momma! Let me unwrap it!" I insisted, taking my top off, i began to unwrap my binding.

The moment my scar was free, Momma was grabbing every type of cream we had. Smearing them on my scar as I sat on my bed, holding my Harry Hook doll. Giggling as I made him wave his hook.

"What are you giggling about?" Momma asked me.

"Harry made me a plush of himself. So that way, even when we're apart he's still with me." I explained, hugging the doll.

"Sounds sweet. Well if we could use magic I'm sure we could get rid of that scar." Momma sighed. "You should wrap it back up sweetie, we have dinner with your father. And you may want to wear one of your dresses as well." Momma stated, kissing my forehead before leaving.

I sighed as I wrapped up my scar and got changed into my favorite light blue dress, it was similar to my mom's dress that Fair Godmother made for her, but not as elegant. My hair was up in a bun on top of my head.

I was finishing up my makeup when a familiar knock sounded on my door. I smirked.

"Come in Hooky!" I called out, standing up from my chair as Harry entered my room.

"Your parents are nice….." Harry froze as he saw me in my dress. Setting his bag down he walked over to me.

"My princess!" He cooed, kneeling down to kiss my hand, causing me to giggle.

"Harry! Quit that! You know how much I hate it when you call me princess!" I giggle.

"I feel bad. I only brought my pirate outfit." Harry frowned.

"Wear that. I want you comfortable!" I exclaimed, rushing over to grab my Harry Hook plush. "Be like you!" I exclaimed holding up the plush. My light blue leather gloves rubbing circles on the plush.

"Heheheh alright love. But can I use your bathroom to change?" Harry asked.

"Of course!" I smiled, heading over to my Queen sized bed.

Harry smiled and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I smiled as I slipped on my fake glass slipper heels. As much as I hated wearing heels, I had to with this dress. My small stature made the dress touch the floor.

These past three weeks I've learned a lot about Harry. His father was abusive, not just to me, but when Harry was younger his father would cut him on his chest. Even injected him with a lower ranked villain's blood. I winced at the memory of that happening to me. The burning feeling of Hades blood mixing with mine was not a pleasant experience, or memory.

"Love, how do I look?" Harry asked nervously.

I stood up and looked at him, smirking a bit. My favorite outfit of his was definitely that one. Loads of buckles going down the front of the black vest. I knew all too well that on the back was a hook. I smiled, walking over to him. Within these past three weeks I've gained confidence, and a bit of risky behavior, mostly towards Harry.

"I love it. Wait.." I lift my gloved hand up and fix his hair, just enough so he looked like the man I fell in love with.

"Perfect. Now come on my pirate, we have a family dinner to attend." I exclaimed, grabbing his hand.

We headed towards the dining room. Smirking at him we entered the large dining hall. I curtsied to my parents, brother, and grandfather.

"Cindy, come and join us. And...oh my! Why did you bring a pirate??" Grandfather questioned.

I grabbed Harry's hand and lead him to my seat. Harry pulled my seat out for me, which earned him a kiss on the cheek. We both sat at the table.

"Answer me girl! Why did you bring a pirate to my castle!!?? And why are you wearing those horrendous gloves???? And what on earth did you do to your hair???" Grandfather all but shouted.

Chad looked over at Mama, her nodding as Chad called over a servant and whispered something in his ear. The servant nodded and rushed off.

"Grandfather, this is my boyfriend, Harry Hook. Harry meet the Duke of Charmington, my grandfather." I finally introduced.

Harry carefully sat his hook down before standing up and bowing.

"Pleasure to meet you!" Harry stated, his accent thick.

"You are not allowed to be with HIM!" Grandfather shouted.

"You really have no say in who I date grandfather." I said calmly, holding my hands together.

"Take those disgusting things off right now! And after dinner you will remove that dye from your hair!" Grandfather shouted, his face turning red.

"I can't do that." I stated, Harry could tell I was having trouble with my composure.

"Guards take that pirate out of here!" Grandfather ordered.

That was it. The last straw.

"DON'T YOU DARE!" I shouted, my hair flaming up and my hands flaming up.

The servant returned and handed Harry some oven mitts. He quickly put them on and grabbed my hands. Leaning his forehead against mine he began to whisper to me.

"Calm down love. This is your family. I love you very much. You need to breathe and calm down."

I slowly started to calm down, my hair fizzing out, the fires disappearing.

"What did that monster do to you???" Grandfather questioned, in shock.

"It wasn't him Grandfather. It was his father. Harry's father spelled me, with the help of Ursula, and kidnapped me. I was then branded and inject with Hades blood." I explained.

Harry removed the mitts and held my hand. I knew he was trying to keep me calm. I love him for that.

"That man should be locked up!" Father exclaimed.

"No need papa, Harry saved me. He killed his own father to free me of the spell. Well him and Uma, Uma killed Ursula." I explained.

"How do we know he won't do that to us?" Grandfather questioned.

"Because Grandfather. I love him and he loves me. You know what. I'm not hungry. Come on Harry, let's go back to my room." I exclaimed, standing up and leaving the room, Harry following close behind.

He stopped at the doorway. "Just so ye all know, I love Luna. With all my heart. I have vowed to protect her. At all costs." Harry explained, saluting with his hook before following after me.

Once in my room and break down crying. Harry hugs me close, letting me cry it out.

"It's ok love let it all out." Harry soothed.

After 10 minutes of crying a knock sounded on my door. Wiping my eyes I sit up.

"Come in."

The door opened to reveal Chad, with two plates in his hands.

"Hey. Thought you both might be hungry." Chad offered, handing me and Harry each a plate.

"By the way, I'm sorry how the old man treated you Harry. He's got a stick up his rear." Chad explained, sitting in a nearby chair.

"I think we'll be heading back tomorrow. I don't think it's safe for me to stay any longer. Plus I have lessons with Hades tomorrow." I stated, grabbing my Harry Hook plush as I leaned into my boyfriend.

"I totally understand, I might head back tomorrow too. I was hoping I could convince Hook here to join Fencing." Chad smirked.

Harry smirked back. "Sword fighting? Oh, I am so in!" His accent dripping through.

I giggled and began to eat.

~~~~~~~~later that night~~~~~~~~~

Putting on my fireproof nightcap, and my hook themed pjs (thank you Evie), I crawled into bed next to Harry. Curling up against his chest I smiled.

"Good night my Pirate~!" I exclaimed, burying my face in his chest.

"Good night my Cindy." Harry whispered, causing me to blush and my hair to flame a little from embarrassment.

"Calm down love." Harry whispered.

I smiled, my hair fizzing out as I fell asleep.

This dream was no dream. It's the same nightmare I've had every night for three weeks.

I was back on the Jolly Roger. Smee was trying to get me to go, but a badly injured Captain Hook stepped out of the shadows.

"You will return." He spoke in a gravelly tone.

All I could do was nod. I never told anyone, but the branding was a spell. I only learned that after the first week of having this nightmare. I woke up in a cold sweat.

Harry was fast asleep. I smiled at him. He was so innocent looking when he was asleep. I carefully got out of his arms. Once I was sure he was still asleep, I walked over to where his hook was and picked it up.

This was the one thing I loved to play with. I held it up, using my free hand i touch the tip to my finger. Pricking it. I winced at the pain and set the hook down.

"Dang it!" I whispered, sucking on my finger. I headed to my bathroom, and grabbed a bandaid, wrapping it around my finger. Walking back into my room, I felt a strange aura nearby.

I walked over to my bed and nudged Harry. "Harry, please wake up." I exclaimed.

Harry groaned and slowly opened his eyes. "What's wrong love?" He asked, sitting up.

"Something isn't right." I whispered, my hands starting to flame up.

Harry jumped out of bed and grabbed his hook.

"Let's go figure out what's going on." Harry stated, the both of us leaving my room.

We walked side by side down the hall. Harry took a protective stance as we both felt something stir in the air.

"H-Harry. I feel like I should tell you som-" I passed out.

"Luna!" Harry exclaimed rushing to me.

He noticed I was barely breathing. Picking me up bridal style he carried me down the hall, running.

"Chad!!! Where the bloody hell are you??" Harry shouted, his accent thick.

Servants started wondering what the commotion was. Seeing Harry running through the halls with my unconscious body. They told him where Chad's room was and he bolted down the hall, holding me close.

"Stay with me Luna!" Harry all but cried, running to Chad's room.

Banging on his door Harry shouted. "Open up Chad! Right fucking now!!!" Harry cursed, his accent incredibly thick.

Chad opened his door, groaning. "What the fuck mab! Why are you carrying Luna?" Chad asked concerned as Harry laid me on Chad's bed.

"She passed out and now she's slipping away. I need you to call Mal, and Ben. Tell them what's going on. Tell them to get here as soon as possible. Hurry!" Harry exclaimed as He kneeled down next to me.

Chad pulled out his phone and called Mal, talking with her as Harry talked to me.

"You better not leave me. I need ya love. You're my anchor in this world. Without you I wouldn't be where I'm at." Harry stated, kissing my hand.

"Chad! Tell Mal to bring Uma and Gil!" Harry shouted, causing Chad to nod.

#a tale as old as time #harry hook #harry hook imagine #cindy luna charming #harry hook x oc #descendants imagine

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Michael in the Mainstream: Peter Pan

I think I should come out and say it: I’m not the biggest fan of classic Disney films. I mean, obviously I appreciate them for what they did for the company, I would never deny their artistic merit, and it’s not even that I think they’re bad per se, it’s just that I am most definitely a Renaissance man. The Disney Renaissance is what I grew up watching, and the decade before and the decades after it are where I find most of my favorite Disney films. All that being said, though, there were always a few exceptions: growing up I loved Pinocchio, I’ve always been very fond of Sleeping Beauty (I still call it one of my favorites), and then there was the subject of this review, Peter Pan.

Peter Pan is the sort of movie I have very mixed feelings on nowadays, as it has a lot of strong elements as well as some… unfortunately glaring weaknesses. Would I say it’s a bad movie? No, I don’t think this movie is, on the whole, bad, and I think it is rather fun and enjoyable for the most part… but it’s not a film I’d ever be able to say is one of my favorites ever again after having watched it as an adult. I think there is sort of an irony to that, all things considered.

Let’s look at what this film does right first. As is pretty typical of the Disney classics, the villain really steals the show here. Captain Hook is just an absolute delight, a true ham for the ages who manages to be gut-bustingly hilarious and truly threatening whenever the scene calls for it. What really helps is that Hook, despite his unsavory qualities, actually ends up being rather sympathetic due to his animosity towards Peter Pan being extremely warranted and his general ineffective qualities and the constant slapstick aimed at him. You almost want to give the poor guy a hug with all the crap he gets put through. To not much lesser extent there is his sycophantic sidekick Smee, an absolutely goofy delight of a man who slavishly helps his Captain and usually bumbles whilst doing it, leading to ever more hilarity. These two really make the film, and every scene with them is delightful.

Then of course there is the stunning, iconic little fairy that is Tinkerbell. While she would not get much expansion or development until decades later, Tinkerbell cemented herself as one of the faces of Disney with this film, where she plays a cranky, sassy, silent sidekick to Peter. While the audience doesn’t understand her, the animation does a good job at helping show what sort of emotions she’s feeling at any given time. The animation in general is fantastic in this film, but really that’s just par for the course for old school Disney animation.

But, see, that’s about all the praise I can give to the characters in this film. The rest of the cast is rather bland, with Wendy and her brothers getting hit especially bad; not a one of them is interesting or memorable, which is a real shame especially in Wendy’s case, as since she has the same actress as Alice from Alice in Wonderland (Kathryn Beaumont) I’d expect a bit more personality from her performance.

The Lost Boys too are a pretty shabby bunch; perhaps it’s just the fact I’m such a big fan of Hook and the colorful cast of Lost Boys there (particularly the inimitable Rufio), but these Lost Boys just don’t do much to stick out besides where different costumes. And while the eponymous character is memorable in his own right, he’s rather arrogant, childish, and rude… which is probably the point, considering he is an unaging magical child. I still find him rather unsympathetic and more than a bit unpleasant, but unlike the other characters there’s at least something of a reason to it. And to be perfectly frank, after reading about the tragedy that befell his voice actor Bobby Driscoll, I feel a lot more inclined to give the character a break.

And then we come to the elephant in the room, and no, I am certainly not giving these characters a break. The big, red, racist elephant… I am, of course, referring to the Indian tribe of Neverland. Frankly, these guys are the reason why I wanted to talk about this movie, because it gives me the opportunity to talk about some of the absurd racial caricatures of Disney’s early years.

Now, these caricatures rely mainly on stereotyping, and with stereotyping you’re obviously going to slap elements onto a given character so the audience “gets” what you’re going for. Si and Am from Lady and the Tramp, the crows from Dumbo, characters like that are all examples, as despite being animals they feature traits that heavily imply the races they are mimicking. And yes, it is easy to see them as racially insensitive… but it’s easy to defend them, too. For instance, there are plenty of black people who defend the crows in Dumbo, and plenty of Asians like Si and Am. Obviously no one can tell you what to get offended by, so if you find those characters insensitive, that’s totally fine, and it’s hard to say that they aren’t, but at the very least them being animals with stereotypes slapped on them are a bit easy to swallow, and I can s ee why people like them. Like yes, Si and Am are clearly aping those good ol’ “Yellow Peril” stereotypes, and sure, maybe those crows are a bit iffy, but it’s easier to enjoy the characters for what they are because the characters themselves are not really trying to make any sort of commentary on the race they’re representing stereotypes from. They’re just evoking it, however tastelessly.

But the Neverland Indian tribe are humans, and that does kind of make things a bit more uncomfortable, as they are ostensibly supposed to be like you and I. But between their exaggerated skin color, voices, and overall aesthetic, it’s hard to take them seriously. Only Tiger Lily really escapes this, as she is about the only Indian treated with any sort of dignity. All this being said, however, I have something of an ironic fondness for these awful characters. For one, as terrible and insensitive as they are, they manage to clear the incredibly low bar of not being portrayed negatively; the tribe is portrayed as good people. And as mentioned before, they are so deeply caricatured with all the ridiculous stereotypes of the time that they are just impossible for me to take seriously; the characters manage to cross the line twice, turning their insensitive designs into a laugh riot of “what the hell were these animators thinking?”

So in the end, Peter Pan is a bit of a mixed bag, but it’s one I think skews closer to the good end of that than the bad one. Classical animation fans and Disney buffs will at least appreciate this movie, and I do think there is some value in watching it even now, though it’s probably best to have a talk with any youngsters about the insensitivity of the stereotypical Indian tribe. When the movie is good, it’s very good, and it has a lot of fun and creativity in it, and even if the title character is a bit of a brat, it’s hard not to like him a little, especially if you’ve read up on the tragic story of his voice actor. All in all, this is a decent film with some good qualities, though I don’t think it’s really one you need to trip over yourself to watch.

#Michael in the Mainstream #Mitm #review #movie review #Disney #Peter Pan

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lenfaz · 5 years

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Sea Squad, ch. 13 (13/14)

Summary: Killian Jones has always managed tough spots in his con life… but never like this one. His brother is out of jail and convinced the only way to win his name back is to heist the casino of a major Vegas mogul, leaving Killian to do the planning. He now has to deal with a half-brother desperate to gain a name of his own, an ex-fling that carries her own torch against the casino mogul, his brother losing his mind over his ex-wife, his former mentor’s depression and the one woman he can’t get out of his mind giving him chase. Ocean’s Eleven AU

Rating: M

Content warnings: semi-explicit sexual content, law-breaking (they are thieves, liars and con men), mild violence (someone will get punched), mention of former relationships (for the main pair) and cheating (but not for the main pair)

Banner (link to banner post) and art by the amazing @clockadile Go check her art tag for the fic here!

This fic would never exist without the wonderful @sambethe who convinced me to do over hot chocolate on one cold Chicago afternoon and virtually held my hand and betaed this fic for months. thank you SO much for everything you do.

A/N: A long time ago there was talk about Hook & his sea friends and a few collective posts shaped the idea of a Sea Squad. This fic is the attempt to bring that creativity to life. Tagging @queen-mabs-revenge @thesschesthair and @jvosketches as they were part of that initial thinking back in the day. If a few things sound familiar, it’s because they are based on the movie.

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Chapter 13

I did something stupid back in the day, lad… and while trying to fix it, I might have uncovered something that I’m not sure if you wanted to know.

Now, we don’t have time and I know everyone thinks I’ll make it. But just in case… if you want to know who you are, Henry… talk to Smee, lad. Tell him to show you what we found out.

Anton’s punch to his gut pulled Killian from his thoughts. Taking a deep breath, he grunted and slammed his fist against the floor, holding onto the pain. His face had remained almost unscathed, nothing but a small bruise along his left cheekbone and another on his jaw. As much as he wanted to preserve it completely, he knew Gold wouldn’t buy it if his face was unscathed.

The door opened while he lay on the floor, and Killian closed his eyes for a brief second, playing the part of a beaten-up rival. His hand moved to hold onto his ribs, grunting in pain.

“Get him up,” Gold ordered, and his two goons moved to follow orders, pulling Killian up without any consideration to his possible wounds. Once again, Killian mustered all his energy to play his part. Lifting his head, he met Gold’s eyes. His suit jacket was askew, his shirt untucked, and a couple of buttons were missing. His pants had dust marks all over them. Tilting his head to the side, Killian smiled at Gold, wincing at the very last minute to show pain.

“Gold, I didn’t think you’d grace me with your presence. Not when you had such a wonderful host tending to my every need.” He spat on the floor - a mix of saliva and blood. Anton had been gentle, but the man was a still a half-giant with a steel punch. “Tell me, how is the other fight going? It is as fixed as this one?”

“Did you have a hand in this?” Gold scrutinized his face, his eyes drilling a hole on Killian’s forehead.

“A hand in what?” Killian moved his eyes around room, working to appear as if he were assessing the space. “Your wife? You know I did.”

The punch came from his left, one of Gold’s goons hitting his cheekbone and making Killian see stars. He moved his jaw left and right. He deserved that one, but he couldn’t help himself. He’d say it again if the opportunity arise.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, dearie.” Gold leaned on his cane, his mouth twisting in a grimace. “Did you have a hand in this?”

“Gold, I have no bloody clue what you’re talking about.” Killian spat the words, ensuring he was delivering them with the appropriately frustrated tone. “I’ve been locked up in here, a room with no view I might add, my body getting closely acquainted with the fists of your roughneck.”

Silence stretched between them, feeling the room with a thick air of anticipation as Killian waited and waited some more, his face devoid of any emotion except confusion, pain, and tiredness. He was pulling out all the stops on this one. It would make Nemo proud if he could see him. But alas, no cameras in this room.

Finally, Gold tilted his head, his face contorting into a condescending smile. “Fine. You’re free to go, Mr. Jones.” He moved to address his man. “Show him out. We have work to do.”

Killian made a show of buttoning his shirt back up and tugging at the lapels of his jacket before he made to follow the men out of the room. One more step down, only a few more to go.

He needed to give the delivery of his lifetime and he needed to do it at the appropriate time in the appropriate place.

After all, it was all about the setting.

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“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” Emma asked the question for what felt like the eleventh time, although it truthfully was only the third or fourth. A duffel bag laid open on the bed and a suitcase already stood by the entrance. Her packing was almost done. She hadn’t brought much - part of always being on the road or on the run meant you got used to living with only carrying the essentials - and she was finishing arranging her toiletries in her bag.

She’d been in Belle’s suite when she’d received the call from Gold. It hadn’t taken her by surprise. The moment the power went out, Emma knew her chances with Gold were gone. And if she were honest with herself, Emma knew the moment she didn’t inform Gold that she’d spotted Killian Jones lurking around his casino, she’d made her choice. And now she had to live with it. Belle had gone with her to Emma’s room and was currently pacing back and forth.

“I don’t want you to get into trouble.” She pulled the sides of her cardigan sweater tight over her frame, averting her eyes.

“I don’t care about being in trouble, Belle.”

“I’m sorry, Emma” Belle was on the verge of tears. “Robert, he sometimes-”

Emma closed the distance between them and laid a comforting hand on Belle’s arm. “Hey, hey. You’re not responsible for what Gold does. Or Liam, or any of them for that matter.” She smiled, an idea coming to her. “Belle why don't’ you come with me? What are you going to do here anyway?” She didn’t want to leave Belle alone - or at the mercy of Gold if he figured out who was behind the robbery. It wasn’t just that she’d promised Killian, it was that Belle didn’t deserve to be caught in the crossfire.

Belle shook her head, pursing her lips. “I can’t… not yet. I just I need time to think.”

Emma kept her voice gentle. “Think about what?”

“Whether or not I can trust him again.”

Emma didn’t ask which him Belle meant, because by the frazzled look in her eyes, she wasn’t sure even Belle herself knew. She only knew she couldn’t leave her here in this state.

“How about a cup of tea before I go?” Before Belle had time to protest, Emma shrugged her shoulder. “Look if Gold wants to time my exit and remove me forcefully, so be it. I’m a big girl, I can take it.”

Belle pondered her words for a moment before she gave Emma a small smile. “Let me get the Keurig settled.” She stepped out of the bedroom and moved into the living room. Emma quickly shut her duffel bag and grabbed it. She was about to leave the room when her phone rang. The screen read Unknown Number. Her heart beating frantically on her chest, Emma took the call.

“Hello?”

The voice that spoke sounded tiny, like it was far, far away. “Turn to channel 88. Make sure Belle is watching.”

Reaching for the remote, and fearing the worst, Emma turned on the TV. The image on the screen and the little piece of sound she was able to catch had Emma quickly raising her voice as she called for Belle.

“Belle, come here! You might want to ditch the tea and bring some alcohol instead.”

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We’re all set.

Those words were exactly what Killian had been waiting for as he slowly walked down the hallway, dragging his feet a little in an effort to show he’d been beaten to a pulp by Anton.

He lifted his head and spoke into the emptiness ahead of him. “What happened tonight? Did you get robbed or something?”

Gold’s reply from the other side of the hall came almost immediately. “Stop.”

Stopping in his tracks, Killian bent his head as he turned around, hiding his smirk. When he finally looked up, Gold was in his face.

“I am going to give you one more time to come forward, dearie. Where is my money?”

“Are you willing to make a deal for it, Gold?” Killian waited for two seconds, letting the words sink in and peak Gold’s interest. “What if I tell you that you can get your money back if you give up Belle?”

Gold raised his eyebrows and twisted his lips in a grimace. “Belle, huh?”

Killian shrugged. “What can I say? My brother still loves her. They were happy together.” Meeting his eyes directly, Killian dropped the affable mask. “You and I both know the only reason you went after her was because you knew it’d bring my brother pain. And therefore, it would bring me pain.”

Gold didn’t even flinch, his smile turning into something evil and maniac. “Oh yes, I intended to make you suffer. I still do.”

“Careful there. You need me if you want to get your money back. So why don’t we try that again?”

Gold hesitated and Killian knew he was weighing in on his options. Was his hatred for Killian and his family so deep that he’d risk never seeing his hundreds of millions again? Killian wasn’t going to give the man too much time to make a decision. “Do we have a deal, Gold?”

“Fine.” Gold huffed and Killian allowed himself a tiny smile. It would be out of character if he didn’t at least show some satisfaction about one-upping his nemesis.

“I know some people. I made a few new contacts while teaching celebrities to play poker in L.A. Give me a few days, I’ll find out who has your money.”

Gold wasn’t impressed, not in the least. He clenched his jaw and Killian had to bite his tongue to keep the smile off from his face. “I will hunt you down, dearie. This is not over. I can still make you suffer.”

Killian adjusted the lapels of his suit. “That threat got old a few years ago, and you’ve burnt more than your fair share of bridges since then. Especially with the people you’d hired to hunt me down last time. Such a tricky thing, not paying your debts.” Killian paused and shot him a small grin. “And let’s face it, anyone else you can think of hiring to hurt me and my brother like us more than they like you. So unless you’re willing to get your own hands dirty, which we know you aren’t, you’re left with no other choice."

Gold’s eye twitched and for a moment there, Killian thought he was going to punch him. But in the end, he simply gave Killian a dark look before turning to one of his security guards. “Call the police. Alert them of Liam Jones possibly breaking his parole, as I’m sure he’s nearby, and turn Mr. Jones here into their custody. He was acting suspiciously on casino grounds.”

Well, that was nothing that a little charm and some bail money couldn’t fix. And Killian had both in spades now. He let the guard walk him to the casino lobby. As he was being escorted, the ding of the elevator made him turn his head just in time to see Emma and Belle quickly making their way out of the hotel, carrying a suitcase and travel bag between them. They were close to the entrance when Ursula approached them.

As he waited for the police to show up, Killian couldn’t hide his smile. Belle and Emma clearly had gotten the message.

All was well.

Almost.

#csbb #sea squad #lenfaz fics #cs ff #cs au

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piracytheorist · 7 years

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A Young Tempest

@queen-mabs-revenge, this is partly your fault.

Killian Jones raises his daughter and learns things along with her.

Word count: 1341

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The nurses tell him she’s a quiet one. She wakes only when she needs to and falls asleep right after she’s fed. Sometimes she stays awake for a little while and he forces himself to look at her.

He’s lucky to have found a couple of wet nurses around the place. A secluded little seaside village as it is, there are no orphanages and no doctors around.

It’s here that fate decided he impregnated a woman.

Not that he doubts there have been more - but it’s the first he meets. Or rather, met, as she ran away soon after giving birth.

The small baby nestles in his chest, her breaths even and slow, making her belly go up and down.

He can’t be a father. He doesn’t want to and, really, he never had the best examples to begin with. It took him long to accept that though Liam had done his absolute best to raise him, he’d left his little brother with many issues he’d tried to deal with on his own, most of them unsuccessfully.

Yet the baby is too young and needs too constant a feeding for him to take her away to a better place. And if he leaves her, literally no-one around will care enough to help her grow up. So he lets his men roam the seas for gold and loot and come back a few months later.

By then, he’s absolutely gone.

She grows to be a small tempest in his life. Once the nurses start giving her pap, she almost refuses any milk and cries when Killian leaves her side. He realizes he doesn’t want to leave her either.

He takes her to his little seaside house, still paying the almost reluctant nurses to come and feed her.

He takes her for careful dips in the water. He shows her the stars and she listens. He makes her pap with fresh bread and mashed raisins.

He sings to her, and he wants to punch himself when she starts laughing with The Good Ship Venus.

Then his men come, and the baby is old enough to stand a few days ashore until they reach a town with a good orphanage.

But he looks at her, remembers her laugh, her bright, unsettled eyes and the way she loves splashing in the warm waves.

“It hasn’t been that long, sir. You don’t need to retire.”

Aye, he does.

The most vile of his men leave, the ones willing to stop the violence stay. They become traders, and though the pay is significantly less, they stay with him and respect it’s better for the Captain’s child.

He gives up on rum. It takes a little while to completely stop, but before her first birthday he’s managed to stay clean for good.

Her fiery attitude keeps up. Any nurse gives up on her after she turns one. She likes raisins, not berries, and chamomile, not goat’s milk, mixed with honey.

She likes it when he sings to her. She smiles with Randy-Dandy-Oh and The Parting Glass and pouts with Drunken Sailor and Santy Anno. Sometimes he attempts singing the melody of The Good Ship Venus, but she only laughs with the right lyrics.

Or perhaps it’s the faces he makes. She imitates his faces, grabs his hand and hook and claps them together on the rhythm while he sings, her smile making his heart grow.

She walks on the deck, her little feet leaving tiny footprints on the wet wood next to his own. She turns to him, smiles and calls him Dada. He can’t remember when the last time was that he was truly happy before that. It surely has been centuries.

She gets ill and he almost dies from the worry. He stays by her small bed all night. She’s hot with fever and cries in her sleep, and all he can do is hold her close to his bare chest as she shivers.

She recovers and Hook realizes it’s the first time in probably his whole centuries-long life he’s been that afraid. A few days later, to her it’s like nothing happened.

She makes the shape of his hook with her hand. “Dada,” she says.

He points to his chest. “Dada,” he replies. “Killian.”

“Kiyian.”

He loves her, and with taking care of her he learns to love himself.

He’s strong enough to protect her, to stay with her, to take care of her.

To not leave her, to not die on her, to not bloody sell her.

He’s strong enough to give up on rum for her.

He learns that he, once a thieving and always a one-handed pirate, can be looked at with innocent and pure love from a child. His child. His precious, unstoppable tempest.

He teaches her about the stars, how to swim, how to sail. He shows her the world.

One day at a market, she points at a chess set. It’s elegant and expensive, probably more than they could afford and he hasn’t played in years, but her ear-piercing wails don’t stop until he buys it for her.

She tries to play a few times but gives up. She prefers swimming, and singing, and playing catch with the crew.

He unburies his obsolete copy of the Odyssey and reads to her in Greek. At first she looks at him with wide eyes, listening to a foreign language for the first time but she eventually mimics his accent.

She finds Milah’s portrait. “Mama?” she says and his heart breaks.

It’s after he teaches her to read - both English and Greek - that she picks up the chess set again. She knows blacks play second but always chooses them. He always lets her win, otherwise her wails keep up long into the night. Her triumphant smile at her “victory” is always worth it.

He makes sure Smee and Starkey let her win as well.

She tries to draw. The Roger’s sails, the horizon, the clouds.

She gets better at chess and one time he’s mortified to realize she’s beat him without him letting her. It quickly turns to pride as she gives him the satisfied smirk he knows she picked up from him a long time ago.

She likes when he’s being funny. He makes funny voices, funny faces, and she laughs so hard she pees herself.

He always gets as worried as the first time every time she gets sick. But she recovers and is ready for the next adventure.

She grows to be a foul-mouthed eight year old with callouses she willingly allowed her hands to grow.

The crew loves her too, playing with her with wooden sticks and teaching her how to defend herself.

He knows she’ll never need it, but she smiles when she dodges a parry. She says she can’t wait to play with real swords.

“Checkmate,” she says proudly and Killian throws his king to the side. “And you didn’t help me this time.”

She smiles, jumps from her seat and kisses his cheek before she runs out to let Smee take her to the crow’s nest to watch the sun set.

He rubs his itching stump and walks to the cupboard next to the door. He opens it and looks at Baelfire’s cutlass. He caught word of his heroic demise some time ago. At least he knew he had a happy family before he went to meet his mother.

His daughter’s birthday is in a few weeks. Perhaps, before he’s ready to pass Milah’s sword to her, he can give her the next best thing to finally help her turn into the fighter she was always meant to be.

He buries the cutlass deep behind the wool coats again.

A few weeks later, he instead unburies the rum and drinks for the first time in years.

He needs the burn. To help minimize the fear of failure, the pain coming in advance.

She was taken away and she needs him, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t turn the world upside down to find her and get her back.

#Killian Jones #Wish Hook #KnightRook #Wish Hook ff #KnightRook ff #look I have feels ok #piracytheorist writes

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yaz-the-spaz · 7 years

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WIP MEME

was tagged by the lovely @beautifulkingzayn -- can’t wait to read all the things you’re working on! (that stripper!zayn fic and the blue is warmest color au sound especially interesting!)

the rules are thus: list all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.

oh god.

so. i have a shit ton of things i’m working on simultaneously...

(it’s a tiny part of the reason, among many others, that i take such long breaks from the twelve fic cause half the time i get caught up working on other shit and then i’m like wait no gotta get back to twelve it’s been way too long lol smh)

but anyway the main thing at the moment, as many of you all know and as i’ll probably ramble on about for way too long is the twelve fic, which is sort of a winter soldier au, or at least that’s what it was inspired by anyway but it’s kind of deviated so much from that and taken on such a life of its own at this point that idk if it can even really still be considered an au of that verse anymore but it features zayn as a brainwashed assassin who goes by the name twelve after being kidnapped and having all of his memories wiped when he was a kid. it’s super triggery and basically involves every bad or horrible thing you could imagine happening to a person happening to zayn at some point until (by chance) he encounters liam, his childhood best friend, who he doesn’t remember in the middle of a bank heist and then later gets assigned to monitor liam b/c the person behind the whole brainwashing child assassin program, aka the director, is a sick fuck. cue liam freaking out and trying to do everything he can to help zayn but having no clue what he’s doing and the other boys finding out and pitching in to help too, along with some interesting side characters both original and non-original. okay i’ve gone on about this fic long enough, onward to the mountain of other ficlets i’m working on smdh…

a sex pollen fic set in 2015 (shortly after zayn left the band) wherein liam gets drugged (sort of) by a fan while out and about in LA with zayn and thinks he’s just coming down with something/getting sick till they get back to zayn’s house and liam ends up begging zayn to fuck him while zayn tries to be the good guy and resist and not take advantage of a naked, drugged out liam

a peter pan ziam/ot5 au featuring zayn as peter, liam as wendy, harry, louis & niall as the lost boys, little mix as fairies, simon as captain hook, and dan wooton (ugh sorry i fucking hate his name so much) as smee (also a name i hate so it works lol), still debating on the mermaids…might make one of them t-swift and maybe throw kendall and gigi in too (and possibly throw in cheryl as part of hook/simon’s pirate crew idk?)…and i also haven’t settled on anyone for tiger lily yet either but i’m open to suggestions for that too if anyone wants to throw someone’s name in the hat. anyway it should be a wild ride if i ever finish it, but got writer’s block shortly after writing the first few scenes and tried to come back to it twice but just couldn’t figure out where to go from where i left off so we shall see…

what else? um…a super angsty bottom liam bdsm ziam fic set during the wwa tour

a drabble wherein liam has a secret voice kink and gets off to zayn’s m.o.m album when he’s home alone

a weird ass fairly oddparents inspired au where liam is basically timmy and zayn keeps coming home to find new stuff in their house and vague explanations as to where they came from (should be posted soon i think)

part three of my outlaws series, which is a ziam prohibition era au series with lots of friendly ot5 feels and some struggles with period-typical homophobia and racism, featuring zayn as a bad boy bootlegger, liam as a good church-going small town boy (at first anyway), louis as a pimp, and niall and harry as his rent boys; in the part i’m currently working, part three, zayn and liam end up going back to liam’s hometown and liam has to grapple with the demons he left behind, including facing his parents (mainly just his mom) who he hasn’t seen in over two years and some of the shitty townsfolk he used to be friends with

there’s also a half-finished ziam five times plus one drabble that got shortened to a four times plus one (and honestly may end up getting shortened to three plus one just so I can get off my ass and finish it because it’s been half done for going on like eight months now and it’s honestly ridiculous smh) but anyway it was originally supposed be the five/four times zayn and liam woke up in bed together and it didn’t mean anything/was just friendly (supposedly) and the one time it meant more

and then there’s the main one that’s taking up my time lately (besides the twelve fic) and that i’m hoping to be ready to start posting soon as well, a slave!liam ot5 fic where the other four come home to their shared flat to find a box with a live boy inside (liam) sent to them by way of a secret organization that calls themselves modest and deals in underground human trafficking, training people to be servants and then shipping them off to groups of people/families whose needs they feel the slave’s skills would match best…it shares a lot of similarities with my twelve fic (in terms of the whole forced servitude thing, brainwashing, and a secret underground org that deals in kidnapping and human trafficking and monitoring people and all that) which was completely unintentional because i actually started writing it around like three years ago now and had completely forgotten about it up until a few months ago when i found it again at the bottom of one of my folders while in the middle of working on twelve and was like holy shit why do i keep writing things like this lmao but then decided to continue it anyway and i’ve been working on it piecemeal ever since and not sure when it’ll be ready to post cause the beginning still needs a lot of work, but hopefully it won’t be too much longer cause I’m really curious and excited to see what people think of it and am kind of anxious/antsy to post it lol

oh and i also have an original fic i’ve been working on kind of piecemeal too, a super angsty fic about an incubus who hates being an incubus and basically tortures himself with sleep deprivation to keep himself from using his powers while also trying to deal with the trials of high school, his abusive father, his asshole of a step-brother (who’s also a siren) and being gay, but ends up falling in love and being forced to kind of come to terms with himself…also kind of delves into what makes someone a monster and how we perceive and define ourselves, and the whole monsters vs. humans debate and which ones are the “real” monsters, etc.

so yeah that’s pretty much it for the most part but i do also have a whole doc full of plot bunnies for like a million other fics (mostly ziam and ot5, but also a few original ones) that may at some point in the future get fleshed out and posted…if i ever get around to finishing the ones i listed here first…le sigh i am a problem child...so sorry this dragged on as long as it did but hopefully out there finds these at least mildly interesting and isn’t completely put off by the fucking dissertation i just wrote about my stupid wip’s

anyway, thanks again @beautifulkingzayn for the tag! tagging @doveziam, @zipplekink, @wlwharrie, and @ohthathurt and i know there’s probably a bunch of other people i could tag but my brain is farting at the moment and i can’t think of anyone else, if anyone sees this though (if anyone even bothers to read it lol) and feels up to joining in even if you weren’t tagged, feel free to participate! i’d love to see what everyone else is working on! (and apologies if you’ve already been tagged or just don’t feel up to doing this)

#tag game #wip tag game #wip meme #ziam fics #my fics #wip's #i am a problem child

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captainoftherollyjoger · 7 years

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The Eye of the Storm: Chapter Four

Hook finds out who Emma really is!

Prologue : Chapter One : Chapter Two : Chapter Three

Ao3

They spent another two weeks at sea. Rations were running low, the crew were tired and in the need for some well deserved rest on land. They were heading for port that day, on these days the crew always seemed a bit more brighter, they looked forward to the fresh beer and some company. The first job was to get the new set of provisions for the next excursion, then it was free time.

It was early evening and they were all in the tavern, all of them aside from Hook. Emma was beating a barman at a game of cards, others were drinking and singing, others had gained the company of women for the night.

“Two silvers are mine!” Cheered Emma, all the female crew cheered with her. “Pay up, drinks for all!” Everyone clapped apart from Smee who was sulking in the corner.

Emma was feeling light headed and went for some fresh air, she sat at the table nursing a fresh pint. She felt someone sit opposite her and put their own pint next to hers.

“Care for some company, love?” It was Hook.

“I thought you didn't come into the taverns anymore.”

“I don't, but as you can see I am sat outside, so technically I’m not in a tavern.” He smirked.

“Where did you get your pint from?”

“In the tavern.”

“Ah! There we go.” She smiled, not the first time she had bested him.

“Well done. I bet you think you're so clever.” He picked up his pint and tilted it towards hers. “Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

“So, why are you drinking on your own?” He asked.

“Just clearing my head. Had a few too many drinks in there.”

“The Swan I know wouldn’t let that stop her.” Now he was acting casual? Just sharing a drink with her. If there was one thing she didn’t understand it was Captain Hook. “What do you say I go and get us a bottle of rum and we have our own drinking game?” He smirked, and licked his bottom lip.

“I don’t even know what you’re implying, but you have an advantage, I’ve already drunk too much. How is that fair?” She leaned forward, he looked down at her lips, two could play at this game.

“Maybe I don’t want it to be fair. I’ll get the bottle.”

They started on the shots of rum, first to give up had to pay the other four silvers. He had to drink three first to even out her chances.

“I’m bored of this.” He stated. He threw a shot down his throat and slammed it on the table. “Neither of us are giving up, so what’s the point? Tell me something about yourself, Swan.”

“You first.”

“You’re no fun.” He sighed, then a friendly smile crossed his face. “Fine, I told you my brother loved the sea.”

“I already know that.”

“We were in the navy together, a long time ago.”

“You were in the navy? Now that’s something I never imagined.” She lied, she had heard from Ariel and Eric he was once a lieutenant hundreds of years ago. “What happened?”

“Liam and I, we were sent to Neverland to retrieve a plant. We were informed that it had magical healing powers, turns out it had the power to obliterate an entire race. He wanted to use it for evil. We were warned it was bad, and Liam, being the stubborn arse he was, cut himself with it to prove a point, only he was proven wrong.”

“He died?” This she didn’t know.

“Aye. I vowed that day to never serve anyone again. It was cowardice. The kingdom of Ariel and Eric is the one that killed my brother, that’s why I hate it so much-” He went silent, and was looking above her. His eyebrows furrowed.

“What is it?” She asked, then turned around to see what he was staring at. It was her. A poster of her saying ‘Missing Princess Emma’. “Oh.”

“Is that you?” He shot up, the whole table shook with his force. He ripped the poster down and grabbed her by the arm. “Get up.” He spat. He pulled her towards his ship, and threw her down on the deck. She tried to pick herself up, but he only kicked her down again.

“Hook! I can explain.” She cried. She tried crawling backwards away from him, her back hit the side of the ship. He knelt down beside her and grabbed her throat, the laughter from his eyes was gone. The fun they had been having was destroyed in a second.

“I think you better, Princess.” She was struggling to breathe, she was grasping for her throat, he loosened his grip slightly.

“I-I was sent on a quest. To kill you.” She stuttered. “By Ariel and Eric, they came to my kingdom pleading for help. They asked for me personally.” Tears were streaming down her face out of pain.

“You, you wanted to kill me?” He seemed hurt.

“To protect the lands, yes. You bring too much fear to these places, people just want peace. I had the opportunity to kill you, and I didn’t. Let go of me.” Now she was getting angry, but he did let go.

“Why didn’t you? Kill me.” He was still angry, but shocked at her words.

“I don’t know, I guess I was intrigued. Then I ended up being part of the crew, I thought this wasn’t so bad. I haven’t thought about killing you since our first fight.” She explained.

“What did you intend to do? Stay on my ship for the rest of your life?” He was now more interested than angry.

“I don’t know.” She brought her knees up to her chin. “I just want to go home now, I was enjoying myself, but I can’t deal with you.”

“Me?”

“Your temper, one minute you’re flirting the next minute you’ve got a sword to my back. I don’t understand your thought process.” She was looking away from him now.

“Do you really want to go home?” She nodded at him, then he smiled as an idea struck him. “You help me, and then I will take you home.”

“How can I help you?”

“Do you know what the Eye of the Storm is?” She nodded. “Do you know where it is?”

“There’s talks of it being on an island for the protection of all.” She explained. “It’s supposed to be cursed.”

“I’m not bothered about that. I bet you’re worth quite a lot, aren’t you, princess?” His eyes lit up with joy. “I wonder how much your parents would pay for you, I may as well make some money out of you. Get up.” She picked herself up off the floor and kept looking down, she didn’t like the mix of anger and glee in his eyes. “Let’s make a deal, princess.” He sauntered over to her, he was too close for comfort.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Fine. So, I’ll make you a deal. If you help me find the Eye of the Storm, I will return you to your parents and your kingdom, how does that sound?”

“And once you get the jewel, you’ll stop terrorising everywhere?” She asked.

“I might need to steal a few chests of gold to survive every now and then, but yes, I will leave Eric and Ariel’s kingdom alone. Do we have a deal?”

Emma stood up straight and stood tall.

“Fine.” She put out her hand for him to shake.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Swan. For your safety, let’s pretend as though nothing happened. I don’t want my crew knowing I have a princess on board, it’s far too tempting.” He stepped closer, she stepped back and her legs hit the ship. He pinned her against the side of the ship. His mouth brushed her neck. “Plus, I don’t want to share, I’ve never had a princess before.” She thudded him hard in the chest and he stumbled backwards.

“And you never will. I can assure you.” He laughed at her, whilst rubbing his chest.

“Don’t be so sure… princess. Here, have a drink.” He offered his flask of rum to her. “As an apology.”

“You sure know how to treat a woman, don’t you?” She took the offered drink, then laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Well, most women aren’t like you. Normally, most women fall for me straight away.” He smirked. “Now, give me back my rum.”

#cs ff #captain swan fanfic #cs fanfic #captain swan #dark hook

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libertasrpg · 5 years

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We welcome Seamus Vane to the city. He’s 26 years old and is a receptionist. Smee is often mistaken for Jamie Campbell-Bower. He’s open.

→ Background Information

Growing up around a lot of loud personalities kind of forced Seamus into a shell. He’d always much rather stay in his room than be outside and play with his brothers. They were all far older than him and incredibly brutish. When Seamus would try and play with them, he’d usually end up injured in some way. Instead of encouraging him to still get involved and try and learn how to play the games, his parents instead told Seamus to just step out of the way of his brothers. They saw no point in encouraging him when it always ended up with him getting injured.

→ Living Situation

As Smee moved to the city by himself, it was very likely that he was going to end up living alone. That’s how he is two weeks were spent. Eventually he got lonely though and advertised to find someone to live with - And that’s how he met Simon Catbe. The pair are still learning how to live with each other. Seamus makes the most of having his own bedroom. It’s pretty plainly decorated. He doesn’t exactly have a lot of family pictures he can put up to make it more home-like. If anything those pictures would make it home like, but the exact home he’d moved to escape. The rest of the apartment is a weird mix of his tastes and Simon’s tastes currently. It’s not bad though. Seamus is quite enjoying getting to know someone new.

→ Relocation Explanation

There wasn’t really much room for Seamus to grow back home, in more ways than one. His family home was dominated by his five older brothers, and everyone in the city knew of them or Smee’s parents. So the Vane name was something Smee always found himself trying to live up to, and failing. He was much more interested in the arts, while the rest of his family were all builders and construction site workers. Moving away seemed like the most logical option. Seamus took the small sum of savings he had, left his family a note one evening, and left.

→ His Personality

Growing up with some heavy-handed brothers meant Seamus was taught at a young age that it was just smarted to be submissive. He’s far too trusting for his own good, which means he could very easily be led down the wrong path by the wrong person. If things were to start getting too ugly, he may something. But, up until that point he’d probably follow his leader blindly. Smee would do his best to please them too. He’s aware that he has an awful memory so will always go above and beyond to make people happy and make-up for any screw-ups. It probably wouldn’t show through his naivity but Smee is also quite smart. He doesn’t think he is, but he does have some good ideas and good plans. It’s just whether or not he has the confidence in them, and in himself, to share them.

→ His Qualities

Amiable, obedient, loyal

Forgetful, clumsy, fickle

→ His Relationships

James Hook (Colleague): Smee has a lot of respect for tattoo artists. He’s always dreamed that he’d have the talent to be one, but never will. So instead of becoming a tattooist, he became a receptionist at a tattoo parlor. At least this way, he can still watch his favorite art be created. One of the artist Seamus regularly ends up talking to is James. He isn’t the nicest of people and teases Smee a lot, but Smee thinks he probably deserves it anyway for being such an idiot all the time. Regardless of how James treats him, Smee will always have a lot of respect for the man and his talent.

Simon Catbe (Friend & roommate): Simon is probably one of the best options Smee could have ended up living with. He’s kind, soft, and would never force Seamus into doing things. The pair are still very much figuring each other out and getting to know each other. But, Smee does have a good feeling about the guy. He’s never really had someone with such a big heart in his life before. Being around Simon genuinely reminds Smee that he’s not an entirely awful person either. If someone were to start to manipulate Seamus, it’d probably come down to Simon to raise the issue. Smee would definitely trust him and believe him. He’s not been given a reason to feel otherwise so far.

→ Possible Connections

Bryoni Tinker (Acquaintance): It’s almost certain that Seamus has at least met Bryoni once or twice. It isn’t quite clear however whether they’d get along or not. Bry is quite a confrontational person who isn’t scared to put people in their place, and these kinds of people cause Smee to feel a great deal of anxiety.

Wendy Darling (Acquaintance): Through James, it’s very likely that Seamus knows about Wendy or maybe even has met on the odd occasion. It doesn’t sit well with Smee the show that James puts on around her. Perhaps Seamus is even a little bit jealous about how much he hears James talking about her.

Justin Ingerman (Friend): Justin and Smee are very similar people. They’re both surrounded by louder personalities which has resulted in them becoming quiet. For this reason, the pair are probably quite drawn to each other and find each other really comforting to be around.

Seamus is based on Smee from Peter Pan.

#disney roleplay #disney rpg #disney rp #peter pan rp #animated rp #peter pan #smee #Chris Zylka #Jamie Campbell-Bower #Kyle Gallner #open #male #open male #26 to 30

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lesliewofford83-blog · 7 years

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I NEED TO MAKE SURE THAT MOSES AT THAT TIME DID AND WAS ABLE TO PART THE RED SEA AND THAT SOME OF THIS IF NOT ALL OF IT WAS TRUE OR PRETTY CLOSE TO IT FOR LAW PURPOSES. MAKE SURE HE IS STILL ABLE TO DO SOME SORCERER LIKE ACTIVITY AND TRIED TO LIVE BY THOSE 10 COMMANDMENTS 99% OF THE TIME. MAKE SURE HE IS HIS SAME MEAT AND MIND FROM THAT TIME WITH ALL THE SCHOOLING AND THINGS HE HAS LIVED SINCE THEN, MAKE SURE HE NEVER RAPED OR WAS A PEDOPHILE. MAKE SURE THAT HIS WOMEN WERE CLEAN THEN AND THAT “RED TENT” BOOK I READ ONCE WAS LAW AT THAT TIME FOR PURE-ER THEN WHAT THEY WERE BORN AS AND THAT AS SOON AS HE HEARD ABOUT BAPTISM’ S HE AT LEAST ASKED ABOUT IT IF IT WAS PROPER FOR HIM TO BAPTIZE OR HAVE HIS PEOPLE BAPTIZED AND THE SAME WITH CIRCUMCISIONS (MIGHT HAVE SPELLED THAT WRONG). WHEN THINGS OVER TIME HAPPENED OF A RELIGIOUS NATURE OR WERE DEEMED THAT, HE AT LEAST ASKED IF HE COULD DO IT TOO TO BETTER HIS OWN PEOPLE TO BE LOOKED AT BETTER IN THE EYES OF GOD.

NOW, IN REGARDS TO EGYPT, I STILL NEED THEM TO FALL WITH THEIR “FALSE IDOLIZATION (MIGHT HAVE SPELLED THAT WRONG”, BECAUSE ALLAH AT A TIME IN 2015 SAID THAT I COULD HAVE AND BE WHAT THEY WORSHIPED IN LIFE AND BE THE ACTUAL CAT GODDESS (I WANT THIS IF I AM NOT TOTALLY ACCURATE BUT I WAS TOLD I CAN HAVE THAT). NOW I WANT TO MAKE SURE THAT THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT HEARD THINGS WERE CONSIDERED ONES TO KNOW ANYTHING AT THAT TIME WERE THE ONES GIVEN CREDIT FOR IT LIKE JOSEPH. NOW, IF WHEN THOSE PEOPLE DIED AND THEY MADE CAT GODDESS OUT OF THEM, IT WOULD BE DEEMED ILLEGAL (EVEN IF THEY DIDN’T KNOW IT) SO THAT IT LOOKED MORE LIKE WHAT THEY WERE WORSHIPPING WAS MORE LIKE A PROPHECY OF LESLIE (A NEW SOUL (BORN ONE, INCASSE SOMEOBODY TRIED TO CLAIM THE REAL HOLY FAMILY), SO I DON’T HAVE TO BE DEEMED AN OLD SOUL)) SO FOR THOSE WOMEN IN THE AFTERLIFE TO BE MIXED WITH ANIMALS (CATS), NOT ALLOWED EVEN IF THEY LOOKED LIKE THEM!

NOW, THAT WOULD ALLOWED ME TO BE WHAT I WANT AND SAVE EGYPT FROM THAT LONG LONG LONG LONG LONG LONG CURSE THAT AND A WOMAN CAN BE GOD (GODDESS) AND THAT SHE CAN RULE WITHOUT A KING (BECAUSE FOR THERE TO BE A KING, I WOULD HAVE TO MARRY THEM (SO NO GETTING ME HOOKED UP EITHER) FOR THEM TO BE KINGS.) I WAS ALREADY TOLD THIS! THAT IS WHY THEY CALLED ME QUEEN OF GENOVIA (THOUGHT TO BE A WIFE OF LUCIFER, NOT.) AND QUEEN (NOT PRINCESS) OF ITALIA (LOWER ISLANDS OF GREECE (WHERE THE DIMITRATOS FAMILY IS FROM AND THE BOTTOM OF THOSE 3 STICK OUT PARTS OF OF GREECE) ITALY, SICILY, EGYPT, AND THE COUNTRIES CLOSE TO EGYPT TO THE RIGHT). LATER, AFTER THAT I BECAME QUEEN OF AFRICA, TOLD IT WAS A CURSE FOR A WHITE WOMAN TO BE AFRICA BUT SOME KIDS ARE RAISED KNOWING THAT STORY, AND THAT LESLIE CAN SAVE PEOPLE AND SHE CAN BE THAT OLD BEAUTIFUL VERSION OF WHAT EGYPT FELT LIKE WAS RIGHT AND THAT ANIMALS ARE SACRED AND THAT IT WAS ISLAMIC LIKE WITH PRAYING ON THEIR KNEES, AND CHERISHING ANIMALS, OR WOULD BE AND THEY WOULDN’T BE IN TROUBLE ANYMORE ONCE SHE WAS FOUND OUT ABOUT AND EVEN IF EGYPT KNEW, GABRIEL, THE ACTING APHRODITE, AND THE OTHERS COULDN’T KNOW EVER. BASICALLY, THROUGHOUT MY LIFE, WHEN SOULS WERE REMOVED FROM ME I WANTED THEM SPREAD OUT. ( I AM NOT TO HAVE HAD SEX OR RAISED CHILDREN (HELPED WITH YES) NOT TO BE IN THE ILLUMINATI OR PUT IN OTHER PEOPLE’S BODY FOR HIDING. MY MOTHER AND MY SISTERS (AS EACH ONE WAS BORN) AND BROTHER CAN BE TAKEN TO OTHER SOULS’ OF MY MOTHER PATRICIA (NOT TO BE DONE WITH MY CHILDREN) AND ONE GOES TO EGYPT, ANOTHER TO ASIA SOMEWHERE BUT NEED TO TRAVEL IN THOSE CONTINENTS SO I AM EDUCATED AND EXPOSED TO DIFFERENT THINGS AND GO TO SCHOOL FOR DIFFERENT THINGS AND LANGUAGES.

I NEED TO MAKE SURE DURING THE APOCOLYPSE THAT SHOULD GABRIEL, ABRIEL, LUCIFER, AND PEOPLE NEEDT O RETREAT TO EGYPT FOR SAFETY THAT IT IS UNABLE TO BE GOTTEN TO BUT NOT IN A BUBBLE TYPE SPELL THEY THINK CAN DO TO PEOPLE SO WHERE THOSE PEOPLE THAT CAST THAT SPELL WERE PROTECTED OR HAVING THE ADVANTAGE.

THIS HAS TO GO BACK TO BE A POINT WHERE SARAH AND HER FRIENDS AND COCONSPIRITORS CONNECT PROTECT MY MAGIC BECAUSE THEY ARE SMEE’S. THEY HURT PEOPLE, SO THIS NEEDS TO BE LIKE A PLACE WHERE PEOPLE RUN FOR SAFTEY AND HELP WHEN THEIR “OWN” GO AGAINST THEM TO RULE AND HAVE.

I NEED TO MAKE SURE THAT EGYPT WAS NOT ANYTHING A MERMAID OR THRONE OR MARY MAG (JESUS WOMEN THAT WERE NOT EGYPTIAN) COULD EVER REACH TO KEEP THINGS TRUTH OF SPECIFIC THINGS THAT SHOULD THE PAST OF LINEAGES BEEN ALTERED THAT MUCH THAT I WOULD STILL RETAIN THE KNOWLEDGE OF WHAT WAS AND WHAT WILL BE AND WHAT IS. EGYPT IS NOT TOUCHABLE THE AREA, SHOULD THOSE PEOPLE LEAVE, THEY CAN BE AS OF APRIL 2015.

I HAD THE HAUNTING OF ARIES WITH A HELPER WHILE I STILL WORKED AT RESIDENCE INN IN STATE COLLEGE, RIGHT BEFORE I LOST MY JOB THERE. NERO, MY MAIN POSSESSION.

TALIBAN AND ALQ. NEED A SAFE PLACE (EVEN JAIL LIKE) IN EGYPT BECAUSE THEY CLAIMED SOME RAPE STUFF THAT HAPPENED TO ME WITH DOG’S SO I WASN’T TRAUMATIZED. I JUST HAVE TO MAKE SURE THAT I WASN’T MADE MALE-ISH AT ALL! I DON’T FIND THAT APPEALING OR BEAUTIFUL.

I DID ALLOW MOSES TO BE AN OLD ANCESTOR BECAUSE OF MY INITIAL’S BEING L.A.W. AND BEING THE PROPHET MOSAICS (SOMETHING LIKE THAT THAT MEANS QUEEN). THEY CANNOT TAKE THAT FROM ME.

NOW, IN EUROPE I WILL WANT TO LIVE IN ITALY AS WELL, TRAVELED, GONE TO REFORM SCHOOLS, JUST EDUCATED. NOT THAT IT CHANGED OR CHANGES THE STYLE THAT I HAVE WORKED SO HARD ON AND THAT I WANT NOW FOR MYSELF.

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