The Houses as Beautiful Things

Hufflepuff: The sunrise. People smiling. Light drifting through an open window. A half-finished painting. Tulips. Flowers woven into a braid. Hugs. Dandelion seeds drifting in the wind. The world after it rains. Hope.

Gryffindor: Laughter. Friends embracing after a long time apart. A sunset just before it fades to blue. Autumn leaves. Color—each and every shade. Candid photographs. The glow of light through a foggy window. Joy.

Ravenclaw: Poetry. Bells chiming. The soft breeze of early spring. Soft piano music. Snow angels. Eyes lighting up in excitement. Seashells and chips of sea glass. A locket with pictures inside. Art.

Slytherin: Morning dew. Roses climbing up a trellis. Constellations. A dancer lost in the music. Stained glass. Tears of joy. Handwritten letters with smeared ink. Embers glowing in wake of fire. Old forests. Love.

Imagine ur monster partner trying social media tho. They act just like a grand parent.

“How do I put things on snapchat?”
“Just push the circle in the middle and then the arrow it’s not hard”
“I should’ve stayed in the forest”

they wake u in the middle of the night
“No it’s ok it’s just Facebook”

Rowaelin’s daughter x Feysand’s son Headcanon Part I

So I was inspired by @imaginedarkstars post, which was Rowan’s and Feysand’s children being mates! I’ll be constantly updating this, so make sure you check it out!

Check out Part I, Part II, Part IIIPart IV and Part V.

Rowaelin’s daughter:

  • Rowaelin’s daughter is fierce, proud and has a knack for causing trouble
  • She has Rowans silver hair, and Aelin’s turquoise eyes with golden rings around the pupils
  • She’s also caught Fenry’s eyes
  • Much to Rowan’s dismay, she’s not strong physically, but developed a naturally clever and strategic mind
  • But Rowaelin’s child also hasn’t tapped into her powers and as of late believes she has no powers what so ever (even though Aelin and Rowan comfort her that it will come, and even if it doesn’t, they love her no matter what)
  • She then focuses on combat and working hard at being as tough a fighter as Manon, or Aelin when she was an assassin
  • But deep down, she craves feeling fire in her hands, and is jealous of seeing how Dorian’s daughter moves things with her mind
  • Rowaelin’s daughter develops an ache in her heart that dreams of the power she was supposed to be born with, and this causes a rift between her and her family
  • Aelin and Rowan understand their daughter’s troubles, and with the approval of their friends and family, allow their daughter to face her own problems
  • With the help of Elena, she then chooses to find a person who Elena believes could help Rowaelin’s child tap into her powers
  • Aelin and Rowan gift their daughter the Eye of Elena before she sets off on her adventure
  • Fenrys gifts Rowaelin’s child her own wolf, who’s black fur is so light it almost looks like midnight blue
  • Fenrys says that he hopes that when her gifts come, she inherits Rowan’s shape shifting and is able to turn into a wolf
  • With her wyvern and wolf as her only companion, Rowaelin’s child feels like she has a different purpose in life, other than being Queen
  • She feels that there’s a tug in her heart every time she lays down under the stars, with her silver hair as her only pillow, and her wolf sleeping close to her

Feysand’s son:

  • Feysand’s child is their firstborn son who has Rhysand’s face and Feyre’s full mouth
  • He has dark hair and eyes of crushing blue
  • Naturally, Feysand’s son would inherit the Night Court and rule over the Court of Dreams
  • But because he has Rhysand for a father, Feysand’s son feels no burden with his responsibilities, and loves his people and the thought of inheriting his parent’s court
  • Feysand’s son is playful, carefree and enjoys his freedom between all of the courts of Prythian
  • He even has a knack for singing, his voice deep and rich (which all the daughters of the court fangirl over)
  • Cassian and Azriel are training him in the way of the Illyrians
  • As expected, Feysand’s child is powerful in strength and powers
  • He has large wings, which he uses cleverly during combat like no one ever has (something that Rhysand is very proud of)
  • Even though he inherited Rhys’ powers of winnowing, and controlling the mind, he has only inherited Feyre’s water powers
  • And even then, he doesn’t depend on it, but rather loves the thrill of battle in his own hands
  • Before Feysand’s child can graduate out of the Illyrian training, he and his team mates must face a mission and complete it successfully
  • In his team, there are 3 guys and 2 girls (Illyrian women are now very popular and celebrated)
  • Even though his team knows he’s the heir of the Night Court, they don’t treat him any different and he is grateful for it
  • His mission is to travel to the south, past the human territories and into a magical no-man’s land (winnowing is allowed as there is no time limit for the mission)
  • There are known surprises in this territory, where some places prevents you from using your powers, some are completely in the dark and others have powerful hidden beasts
  • His team must find a different type of beast, with a large body and head, who wears a necklace with a red jewel
  • The mission is to bring back the red jewel in one piece and in completely pristine, perfect condition
  • Feysand’s child naturally leads his team into no-man’s land and encounters countless beasts which the team easily maim and kill
  • He feels a tug in his heart that leads him into the heart of no-man’s land (which is a thick, dense forest)
  • It takes the team a couple of days to reach a part of the forest, where the mist is thick and the air feels strange
  • The team quickly get into formation, finding a large creature who looks like an over grown, fat troll laying on it’s back
  • The troll is sleeping, but what the team clearly see is the creatures neck
  • Around the neck is a rope that holds a ruby the size of a dinner plate
  • Feysand’s child instructs the team to use stealth to capture the ruby while the creature is still asleep, as the mist surrounding them prevents their powers from working
  • One of his team members will cut the rope, the other two will grab the ruby and fly away with it whilst Feysand’s child and his other team mate will watch the creature
  • As his team mate cuts through the thick rope with his sword, he will be flying above the ground to watch the creature
  • Just as the sword slices through the thick rope, the clouds above them turn black and gathers in a circular shape
  • A large clap of thunder echoes in the forest, waking up all the creatures around them
  • And Feysand’s child sees, up above him, a silver jewel dropping down from the black pit of the sky
I just spent many years learning to do one thing really well. I got so comfortable with that place, that role, those responsibilities, that it came to define how I saw myself. But now that part of my life is over. It is time to say goodbye to the person we’ve become, we’ve worked so hard to perfect. And to make some crucial decisions in becoming who we’re going to be.
—  Stephen Colbert’s commencement speech at Wake Forest University, May 18, 2015. 
Rickmorty Maleficent AU

I watched Maleficent lately and I thought that a RickMorty AU of it would be absolutely great. I mean:

Imagine Rick as Maleficent, a spirit of the forest with majestic black wings, wickedly curved horns and the strongest magic the realm has ever seen. Imagine he was a force to be reckoned with, a god with no equal, being able to weave thunderstorms and will beasts into submission with only a flick of his finger.

Rick was the lord of all the fairies and monsters and magical creatures who presided in the forest, thousands of years old and eternal. He flies high over the cliffs and mountains of his forest, seeing the rise and fall of numerous generations of his subjects. They worship him, adore him, idolize him, but they were ever wary and never got too close. In the safety of the quiet night sky, he soars, ever watchful and waiting but growing bored of the monotony of being an unwilling guardian to a realm too used to his presence.

So he wanders the borders of the forest for the very first time, forced to fly alone, both figuratively and literally. He glances down and finds himself wondering if there was anyone else who could look at the forest the same way he did and see how utterly insignificant it truly was.

And that’s when he sees his first human.

Her name was Beth, and if he was a lord of the sky, she was the sweet child of the Earth. She was soft, kind and  brimming with a realism that he has never encountered. She was a young daughter of a nobleman, only sixteen years of age, and she spoke of fantastic things: a land beyond the forest,  homes studded with stars, tall castles that loomed over everything that surrounded it, and a strange concept called love.

[What is love? Rick knew nothing about it.]

Rick cared for her like a father, teaching her the secrets of the forest, of its inhabitants and its magic, encouraging her to meet him in her past time and swearing her to secrecy. Years and years go by, which usually felt like weeks to Rick but now felt like mere moments he watched Beth grow up.

But then, just when Rick thought he had a chance of finding that ever elusive thing that was his happiness, a man named Jerry quickly comes and steals her away from him, monopolizing her time, and eventually, her heart. And at the disbelieving look of Jerry, who couldn’t fathom the existence of magic, Beth shows him proof. She takes him to the forest and, hidden behind the thick undergrowth, shows him the very being that had taught her everything she knew.

Jerry, terrified at the prospect of a powerful and immortal spirit hanging around his Beth, watches and waits until the monster called Rick gets drunk on sunwater brew. He cuts off Rick’s wings to show an anguished Beth the appendages of her beloved guardian and trick her into thinking he was dead. She gets pregnant, agrees to marry him and they move to her castle, eventually becoming the rulers of her kingdom.

In the forest, Rick wakes up to find that his wings, the only things that ever gave him any joy, freedom or peace of mind, has been stolen from him. He screams in rage, vowing revenge on the human thief that he remembered in one fleeting moment of clarity.

Months pass and Beth dies giving birth to her one and only child, Morty, leaving her inept husband to rule alone. And at the party celebrating Morty’s birth, an uninvited guest turns up.

It was Rick. In all his anger and pain and misery, he has been waiting all this time to inflict the most pain on the man who took everything from him. He curses baby Morty to prick his finger and fall asleep on his 18th birthday. Unless he kissed his true love, he would fall into an eternal slumber. Rick leaves, never knowing it was his beloved Beth’s son, who had disappeared without a trace all those months ago.

[Love is corrosive, poisonous and detrimental to individuals and society in general. It encourages irrational behavior.]

Morty grows up sheltered and estranged from his father, who had sent him off in a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere in fear that Rick would find him. But Rick had already found Morty: Rick was determined to see his curse come to fruition, and nothing would stand in his way, not even the prospect of Morty dying before his 18th birthday.

So Rick reluctantly protects him, using just the barest smidge of his magic to scoot Morty away from danger. He watches over him, seeing the little shit grow up and retain the sort of naivety that should have annoyed Rick but only made Morty all the more endearing. He grated on Rick’s nerves, but a toothy smile from the toddler never failed to stir something in his centuries-old heart. There was just something about Morty that reminded him of the kindness of humans that made Rick want to mess with him a bit.

Like the time when Morty was playing out in the gardens and  a rabid wolf appeared behind him. Instead of crying, Morty reached up and hugged it. The maid would swear up and down that she had seen a horned devil beside the wolf. A stablehand would later tell Jerry the story of Morty happily playing with a flock of ravens and crows. Another visitor to the cottage would say that Morty would giggle and float in midair at random times.

[Love doesn’t exist. What they call love is simply a primal instinct that evolved in so-called higher-order animals to encourage positive social behavior.]

 One day, everything changes. 15-year-old Morty looks at Rick straight in the eye, through all the charms and magic spells he used to disguise himself, and says, “I-I know you’re watching me, don’t be scared. I-I-I wouldn’t hurt nobody, I promise.”

So Rick replies,  "I-I’m not hiding. I’m not a ‘lil pussy like you, M-m-morty,“ and steps out of the shadows.

And from then on, it was different. No more hiding and waiting in the distance for Rick. From then on, he showed himself to Morty and made no effort to hide who he was. For the first time in years, Rick used his magic for a human.

 Every day was a new adventure and a new thing to teach the young boy. It reminded Rick wistfully of his days with Beth, but with Morty, it became so much more because of his eagerness to learn and his rapt wonder at Rick’s magic and knowledge. If his time with Beth made time fly by faster, then his time with Morty was a slow crawl; where every moment he spent with the boy was akin to a soothing fire that warmed him to his very core. It made him want to etch his memories of Morty on his bones.

They grow closer throughout their adventures, and Rick and Morty never leave each other’s side for very long. When Morty’s honey-amber eyes widened in delight when he showed him his magic, it made him want to show off even more. When Morty’s cheeks glistened with fresh tears, it made him want to set hellhounds on whatever had saddened him. It was addicting and exhilarating for Rick, and he couldn’t get enough of his smiles, his laughter, his company.

[But no, Rick wouldn’t call it love. He never believed in the existence of love, not even when he still had Beth.]

Rick didn’t even realize that it doesn’t take his wings being ripped out to fall for Morty.

Each day brought Morty closer to his own end and a new sort of despair for Rick. His curse could not be undone without true love’s kiss. Torn between protecting the one human he learned to truly care for, and finally fulfilling his revenge, he chooses to sacrifice his revenge and tells Morty the truth weeks before he turns 18. Heartbroken, betrayed, and distraught, Morty runs away from the cottage, away from Rick’s  revelation and into the safety of his mundane father.

When the inevitable finally happens on Morty’s birthday, all the kingdom mourns. Noblewomen and commoners alike line up to see if they could break the curse with their kiss. Rick only watches, helpless and hoping that anyone would be able to undo the fatal mistake he had made.

When the last hopeful, Jessica, leaves the room in disappointment, Rick stands up wordlessly, sits by the bed, and takes Morty’s limp hand in his. He memorizes the curve of his mouth, his soft brown curls, and the sound of his snore as he slept his life away. And he finally realizes that Morty, who so resembled the girl who had first taught him love in appearance and demeanor, must have been her son. So Rick cries, for the first time in his entire existence, at the loss of the only two people he considered his family.

[Love is painful, like glass shards in your chest, slowly cutting you up on the inside until there is nothing left.]

As the clock tolls midnight, he looks at the one person he cared for– no, lovedand runs a hand through the boy’s head. He presses a kiss on his soft and pliant mouth as his final goodbye. As Rick get up to leave, a hand suddenly shoots up and yanks him back down by the bed.

Rick and Morty stare at each other dumbfoundedly; Rick because Morty had finally woken up and Morty because never had he ever expected to see Rick with tears running down his cheeks. Rick was crying for him. For him.

"Y-you kissed me Rick. Y-you broke the spell with true l-l-love.”

Morty was wide awake and his eyes were filled to the brim with something utterly alien and yet familiar to Rick. He could barely process the fact that he had just woken the boy up with his kiss before Morty mumbles, “It felt like I was wai-waiting forever for y-you to do that,” and pulls him down for another one.

This time it was all teeth and tongue and inexperience, so Rick settles himself on top of the boy and deepened the kiss with the expertise only he could accomplish. When they finally break apart, their lips swollen and breaths ragged, Rick gives Morty a rare genuine smile.

“L-l-et’s be together fo-for a hundred years Rick, l-l-et’s run away together.”

“A hundred years i-isn’t enough for me Morty, I-I think I waOOUGHHnt to keep you around forever.” Rick dives back onto Morty’s mouth, heart singing and his soul in the heavens.

[Love exists, and Rick knows what it is.]

Jerry can keep his wings. He doesn’t need it to soar anymore.