you know she doesn't like magic

anonymous asked:

How about a sad Tony that has to face the Rogue Avengers alone because the Guardians are in a mission and the Avengers are mean with him, but then the guardias return?

(what is wrong with me. I said short. This isnt short! :D hope you like it anyway.)

Tony isn’t an Avenger anymore. Or more like he never was one.

Fury told him that he was just a consultant. Always was. That he was never a real avenger and just sort of their mechanic. Sure Iron Man was great. Tony Stark? Not so much.

And now he was back to being their servant. Just a month ago Fury got the avengers back to the tower. They weren’t criminals anymore but still under a sort of arrest.

They could leave the tower but there would always be police unit with them. (Not that they could’ve stopped an angry captain america. But whatever.)

Still. They were back and Tony doesn’t know how Fury did managed that but he did. Even Barnes was there. Still frozen but in Tonys home.

And he couldn’t do anything about it or he would never be an avenger.

“Sir? Sergeant Ross on the phone.” says Friday in her monotone voice. Tony looks down at that.                

“Alright. Lets hear him.” says Tony but he doesn’t stops working. He needs to finish Clints bow today and after that he has to look after Barnes again. And Natasha wants her new jacket by tomorrow.

Tony shuts his eyes.

“Stark? Did you already read Furys report? Is there anything we can do?” asks Ross and he sounds already annoyed. Tony sighs.

He turns around and see the four folders from Fury. He hasn’t even started.

“Uh…No i have other things…and…” stutters Tony and he groans mentally. Normally he would’ve a sarcastic remark but he is…he is just tired.

“I don’t care. I need something to hold it against them.” says Ross again and Tony has to shut his eyes again.

Like kill my mom? Or keep that a secret?

“Yeah…i will do it after…” starts Tony again but Ross on-hooked already.

“Sir? Mister Quill send another message.” says Friday this time and Tony wants to scream.

“I bet about the new taser for him. I know.” says Tony and makes a gesture with his hand. He doesn’t have the time to read Peters message. Doesn’t matter how much he likes his silly letters.

He doesn’t have the time.

“Okay Friday it’s already after lunch. I have to check on Barnes.” says Tony and Friday shuts the workshop down.

Tony goes over to the elevator and can’t help himself but reads Peters message anyway. He smiles. He misses him so much. All the Guardians. Sometimes they visit him to get new tech but they write him everyday. Even Rocket.

The elevator stops and Tony sees Barnes in the corner. He sighs. Its his task to look after him and to make sure that he puts a new system in him. When he doesn’t have those words in his brain anymore Tony can wake him up.

He studies the results and nods. Looks good, but its still not enough to wake him up. He needs to be sure or the winter soldier would do something really bad again.

And…then its Tonys fault. Again.

“Sometimes i wish i could kill you…” says Tony towards Barnes. He isn’t sure if Barnes can hear him, but he hopes he doesn’t.

Sometimes i wish everything would’ve gone another way. Sometimes i wish we could have been friends, Barnes. You seemed like a nice guy when you didn’t fight me.

“Maybe you would like to think over your words again.”

Tony is so close to screaming at that but he only does a little whimper.

“What are you doing here?” asks Tony when he calmed himself down again. Steve shrugs.

“Looking after him. And hearing you threaten him.” says Steve and he looks so disappointed in Tony.

“Hm.” says Tony and puts the results back on the table.

“Is he ready?” asks Steve when Tony sits down on that chair.

“No.” is Tony only answer and this time he jerks away when Steve hits onto the table in front of him.

“Damnit! Tony you said it would only take you days! Now its been weeks.” says Steve and he is angry. Tony is so glad the shield isn’t with him or he would’ve freak out.

“I-i’m sorry.” says Tony and tries to busy himself with the results again.

“Ey Stark!” says Clint now. Tony hasn’t seen him enter the room. But it doesn’t matter.

“Hm?” says Tony again and he doesn’t look up.

“Where’s my bow?” asks Clint and Tony sighs. He forgot it in the workshop. And its not finished either.

“Not ready.” says Tony softly but Clint groans.

“Dude you have like what one task and you can’t even do that?” says Clint and Tonys next breath is a bit watery.

“He hasn’t finished Buckys process either.” says Steve and Tony makes himself smaller.

“Man i know that he got old but that he doesn’t even remember to do the things we tell him.” says Clint and he laughs at that.

Tony wishes he could go now. But is afraid to move. What if Steve beats him again?

“I told you we should find another mechanic.” Wanda stands in the doorway and her glimpse is so cold. Tony can see a bit of red in her eyes and he looks quickly away.

“Yeah i think Shield can help us.” says Clint now and Tony wants to laugh. Wants so say: yeah and who pays for everything you want or destroy? Or: yeah try and find a genius like me!

But he just swallows. He is done.

“Ohhh looks like we are a bit late for the party.” says now someone and Tony gasps. Peter stands there and he looks angry.

Oh no, thinks Tony, he is also angry at me. Fuck he should’ve done his taser first.

“Quill.” says Steve and he even rolls his eyes. The Avengers and the Guardians aren’t friends. At all. But the Guardians work together with them sometimes. Its how they’ve met.

“Where is the raccoon.” snickers Clint and when Rocket shows up a moment later he hisses at Clint. Tony would like to smile at that but he is still afraid.

“Hey Tony.” says Peter and then goes over to him. He lays his hand on Tonys shoulder. Tony holds his breath.

“So what exactly are you doing here?” asks Peter and Tony wants to explain that he was just looking for Barnes and then he would go back in his workshop and do the bow. And the taser. And Natashas jacket.

But Peter doesn’t look at him. He looks at Steve.

“We talked to Tony about a few … disagreements.” says Steve and Rocket snicker at that.

“Looked more like you threaten our friend.” says Rocket and he hops on Clints shoulder. The archer doesn’t flinch but Tony can see Rockets sharp claws in Clints shoulder.

“And if you do that again we might have to hurt you. Drax you would like that, right?” says Peter and Drax grins.

“I want to take the Captain. He looks like he could use a punch.” laughs Drax at that and Steve frowns at that.

“I will remember that. So if you are going to yell at Tony ever again or only say something that we don’t like, we will take care of you, do you understand me?” says Peter and when Clints start to open his mouth Rocket claws him again.

“He should just finish his job.” says Wanda now and in a blink Gamora his behind her. Her sword at Wandas neck.

“He can do what he wants. He isn’t your employee. You should feel lucky that he even does a single thing for you, after what you did to him, witch.” says Gamora and Wandas eyes glow red.

“Try harder. You know your little magic isn’t working on me or Drax.” says Gamora grinning. And she is right. Tony doesn’t know why but its useless.

“Okay stop! I don’t understand why you are so angry.” says Steve and Peter turns to him.

“Because you treat our friend like shit! And i won’t let you do that anymore. So be thankful if he helps you, but if he doesn't… well tough luck.” says Peter and when he holds his hand up, Rocket jumps back to the ground and Gamora puts her sword away.

“Alright.” says Steve even though he looks still so angry.

A moment later Tony is alone with the guardians. He is still shaken a bit.

“Oh uh… i will start with your Taser now.” says Tony and when he wants to stand up, Peter holds him down.

“Nope. Wanna tell us what that was?” asks Peter and Tony shakes his head. He isn’t even sure what it was.

“Alright. Tony you know that you are an avenger, too right? You can tell them to go fuck themselves. You should take a break when you need it.” says Gamora and she smiles at him.

“I’m not…” says Tony and looks down at his hands. They shake.

“What?” asks Rocket and jumps on the table right in front of Tony.

“I’m only a consultant.” says Tony and he sounds as bitter as he feels.

“I hate humans.” says Drax.

“I am Groot.” says Groot.

“Yeah i hate humans but Peter and Tony.” says Drax then.

“A consultant? Fuck that. You are right you aren’t an Avenger.”  says Peter and he claps Tonys shoulder.

Its hurts even more when somebody else says it outloud.

“Because you are a guardian of the galaxy.” finishes Peter and Tony looks up at him.


“He means if you want. You are welcome on our team.” says Gamora and Rocket climbs onto his lap.

“We are already a weird family. So you should join.” grins Rocket and Tony laughs watery.

“Really?” he asks because of course he wants that!

“Really. And for now. Forget about those idiots. What do you want to do?” asks Peter and Tony shrugs.

“Still need to finishes Clints bow. And Natasha’s jacket. Your taser. Oh and Ross told me i should read…” says Tony and he knows that he babbles.

Drax laughs.

“Wrong. You need to watch a movie with us.” says Peter and Groot shrieks at that.

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah and eat ice-cream.” laughs Gamora and Tony can’t believe his luck.

And when he cried when he gets is official guardian jacket, well nobody needs to know.

Besides Peter who kisses him silent, when Tony stars babble again.


I’m not leaving, not without…Isabella


hello everyone! ≧◡≦

day 2

i know i know that today is valentine XP but for me it’s still a week dedicated for my prefer Au X3, after all i love this au and today is day of love so yeah   ◕ ◡ ◕.

i don’t know if you know or maybe i’m wrong  |◔◡◉|. but when the spirit of tree would create a body for nightmare and dream, she used as reference blueberry’body because this tipe of body was unique to be able to bear so powerful dream/nightmare energy/magic 🙃. lmao this is also the way their are soo smool O.O. 

drematale, spirit tree, dream, nightmare/ jokublog

swap sans/ lmao i don’t remember O.o

I think the difference between my fanfiction writing background and a more typical commercial fiction writing background is very apparent when my pro writing warrants reviewing.

Fanfiction readers and writers know how to go with the flow. They trust the story to lead them down the path they should take and they’re willing to imagine some aspects on their own without wanting the writer to hold their hand the whole way.

People from the commercial fiction world, on the other hand, insist on trying to hack through the underbrush. They seem to want everything explained to them, even the stuff that doesn’t matter. They want the whole world described and itemized, the complete backstory of the entire cast, a scientific publication detailing the properties and probability of all magical occurrences, air quality reports arranged by date and time, all traffic tickets from the last year within 50 miles of the given location…

Friends, these are a short stories about a few (magical) people and how they relate to each other. It is not a novel. You do not need the answer to these things you’re perseverating on. It’s like ordering soup and then picking out each tiny fleck of herb and demanding to know the name of all the farmers involved in their production.

There’s a path, friends. Stop scrutinizing the contours of the main character’s right thumbnail and just follow the map I left for you, okay?

anonymous asked:

Shouldn't Rumple be with someone who could be an equal to him in terms of power? Wouldn't that be better for everyone? He is being with Belle but they have nothing in common. I don't know put this without sounding anti Belle, because that's not my intention, but she is awfully vanilla next to him. You wrote that really great essay about the RBV trope. Belle is no match for Rumple magically or intellectually, she didn't suffer like he did so she doesn't have enough experience to understand him.

Therefore while he loves him, he doesn’t take her seriously. She can’t make him change, because the people he has respect for are Regina, Emma and other tougher, more powerful, experienced characters. I think they are both in love with a fantasy, Belle with the idea of taming the Beast, Rumple with the idea of a kind, pure person loving him. But their relationship is built on an illusion and never worked. Why would it work in the future? Why would it be good for any of them? (I don’t think writers meant us to see it that way, but have you noticed how bored Rumple looked during 6B when he was around Belle? Even at the dinner table in the end. Do you think that is a coincidence?) I’m sorry but I’m not sure I see why this relationship is good for either of them. But I’m interested in reading your thoughts.

Shipping is love, PsstIShipRumbelle!Anon, and I don’t think I can logic you into loving something. Especially since part of Why Rumbelle Works for Me is chemistry; if you think Rumple looks bored in the happy ending montage clearly that’s not coming through to you.

Originally posted by rumplestiltskin

We should all be so bored, but your mileage may vary

What makes a relationship healthy is being partners– but there’s a difference between partnership and power. For instance, Milah and Rumple in FTL were equals in that they were equally poor and miserable, but that certainly doesn’t mean they were a healthy relationship. And Rumple and Cora were equals in terms of magical oomph and ambition, but their love only brought each other heartbreak and dead peasants. Just because you can both throw fireballs  doesn’t mean you bring out the best in each other, you know?

Originally posted by fairytaleasoldastime

Lizard Ambition, by Calvin Klein. Smell the Magic ™.

And I don’t think you can MAKE anyone change, you can only encourage them to “go back to the best version” of themselves, which is what Rumple says Belle does. If Belle wakes up one morning able to breathe fire or something I doubt it would suddenly change their relationship; nor should it. I think Rumple respects Cora, Emma, and Regina not because they’re magical but because they fight for what they want– and so does Belle, in her own way.

Originally posted by juliagraham


This is why Rumple’s taken with Belle in the beginning and his dying act in S2 is to call her “a hero who saved her people.” Magic isn’t the only barometer of power– courage counts, too, and being steadfast in your beliefs, and not taking shit– all qualities Belle has in spades. “Sassy and principled” isn’t necessarily worth less than “sassy and murderous.” Also I don’t think we can say Belle hasn’t suffered when she’s been locked up and shot and mind-wiped and cursed and had her pregnancy-sped-up and, worst of all, got benched for all of 6B. Not that suffering necessarily makes you empathetic– Hook’s suffered, but it’s taken him a while to care for people not his family, and Belle was empathetic and helpful towards random people (Mulan, Leroy, Archie, etc.) even before her biggest troubles began.

Originally posted by biathenas

Bring this back someday, yeah?

At their best– or at least, what could be their best if they were ON-SCREEN TOGETHER A LITTLE LONGER (sorry, sorry, pulled a Hook, I’ll stop shouting), Rumple and Belle challenge each other in the best sort of way. She gets him to veer from IF PROBLEM THEN MURDER linear thinking, and he stimulates her .  . . mind. You’re right that they both started out with illusions about instantly fixing him on her end and pure love as an excuse not to fly right on his end, but those illusions aren’t there by the S6 finale. I think they see each other for who they are AND who they could be, and that double sight helps encourage them to be their best selves. 

Originally posted by rumbellesource

Yin/Yang, motherfuckers, I ship it

But I ship them, so I’m obviously biased in this case. Hope this helps to provide another perspective, Anon! Thanks for trusting me not to blast you for the question :-). My Anons are the best Anons.


Okay so I thought for once I might have a normal play through in Skyrim but no, Kameo is just problematic. So it starts with Kameo killing Arnbjorn (she was extremely pissed he cut Cicero) then she dumps the body in the lake right…(lol nope!) but I thought she got away with it because in the last save I played her in, it didn’t happen, So I got to Cicero and Remained Silent because by Sithis him saying I get it. BUT THEN HE’S LIKE NAUGHTY NAUGHTY LISTENER. So I go back to the Sanctuary and Astrid starts nagging about the rules. BUT AS I’M WALKING IN THE MAIN ROOM FUCKING ARNBJORN’S BODY IS RIGHT THERE AND LUCIEN IS GOING ON ABOUT PURIFICATION (which was what I was doing. Thanks Oblivion Lucy). So finally I pay the fine and talk to Astrid. “ARNBJORN IS SAFE”. ASTRID HAVE YOU LOOKED IN THE FUCKING MAIN ROOM YET BECAUSE I HAVE SOMETHING SHOCKING TO TELL YOU. Click the pictures for Kameo’s (inner) and outer dialogue.

Magic and Moonlight -- An Ichabbie Halloween Fic

So I missed finishing this by Halloween. I tried as hard as I could! This is for @sleepymr and @noisywastelandphilosopher who wanted something with ravens. This probably isn’t really what you wanted but here you go! 

Ever since he had sold his soul to the devil, a bird seemed to be following him. Maybe one had nothing to do with the other since he didn’t feel any different without a soul. He didn’t turn evil. He didn’t stop caring about the situation the world was in. All that was really different was this bird.

Wherever Crane went, there was always this one particular large corvid not too far behind. It wasn’t one of the normal crows that seemed to be everywhere this time of year. No, it was bigger. Its beak was different, not as straight as a crow’s. And it seemed far more intelligent than any bird he had ever seen before. He wondered if some sort of coven was trying to contact him but even after a few days, the bird never approached him with a message. It just showed up in various trees and on assorted utility poles wherever he might be. Waiting and watching but for what, he did not know.

After a week, Crane decided to call it Muninn, after one of Odin’s two ravens. A few days later, the bird seemed to notice when he called its name and would shake its glossy feathered head at him. Or maybe he was imagining all of it. It had been weeks since he had slept well at night in his grim apartment on his IKEA bed and he was a little “off” these days. Or maybe he was looking for the supernatural in anything and everything. Maybe he was looking for something that had been lost. Something that had come back to him.

It would be easier if the bird could speak instead of just nodding and preening its feathers. Why couldn’t he be followed around by a macaw that could at least ‘parrot’ words back at him. Or Poe’s raven, speaking one word only. That would be enough, wouldn’t it? Maybe not if the word was “nevermore” and it had to do with his lost love.

Of course, the answer was already nevermore when it came to that person. To Abbie.

Crane looked up at the raven and it looked back at him, cocking its head to the side. He had been reading up on corvids and he thought that judging by this bird’s size, it was probably female. He thought about changing her name to something more feminine but instead just called her Nin for short. A few times he had gotten mad at her antics and called her ‘Nincompoop’ but that made her angry and she would drop small, shiny objects on him from above. Bottle caps and gum wrappers and stray pieces of wire would come at him from the sky.

A few people would stare at him as he talked to this wild bird but he was used to this. A man in colonial garb talking to a random black bird in a tree was probably an oddity in most neighborhoods. At least since the leaves had turned to scarlet, gold, and orange, he could spot Nin easily. It would become easier once the leaves all fell off.

He had to wonder if the bird would stay here during the winter… one more thing he’d have to look up about ravens. He was becoming quite the master of ravens the longer this bird kept following him around. Over time, he didn’t feel that she was a witch’s familiar or any kind of demon. If the bird was either of those, she didn’t seem to ever be doing anything for her cause. He had never really been fond of birds but this one… it was different.

Others asked how he knew it was the same bird all the time, but he knew it. He could sense it somewhere near even when he was in his apartment. He considered opening his windows to see if it would fly in but wasn’t sure what he’d do with her then. Clip her wings and force her to keep him company? Was he that lonely?

That night, he did leave a window open to the crisp autumn air yet no bird flew in to join him.


The trees lost their leaves and snow fell on the ground. The bird was still around but not as much. It was as if Nin was now comfortable with leaving Crane for a while, sure she’d find him again. Or maybe Crane was overthinking this whole thing. It was a bird. An intelligent variety of bird who did have a history of becoming attached to humans but still a bird. He began to collect all the small objects she would leave for him, assuming they were meant to be gifts. All except the ones she dropped precisely on his head when he did something to make her cross. He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

He’d see her with her feathers all puffed up on the coldest mornings. Crane would leave his apartment building and nod to her as he made his way to whatever he was working on that day. She would nod back and fly off to God knows where. Sometimes she’d be there when he got home. Sometimes she wouldn’t and he’d stare at the leafless tree across from his building, hoping to catch sight of her before he went in for the night. He wondered what she was eating on these coldest of days. He didn’t envy her life, always in search of food and with no hope of ordering Chinese take-out.

As the nights grew even colder, he fashioned a large and cozy bird box on one of his windowsills, tearing up an old shirt of his to use as lining. Not wanting just any bird in there, he devised a puzzle she’d have to solve to get through the door and watched and waited to see if she would figure it out. The weather was getting extreme and he was getting worried when Nin finally showed up, figured out the puzzle in under a minute, and settled in for the night. Crane smiled knowing she was safe.

Others told him to get a pet but this wasn’t a pet at all. She had all the freedom she needed. He didn’t pretend to be this bird’s owner. He could watch out for her without clipping her wings and forcing her into a cage.

Even though she wasn’t a pet, she did fill a void in his life. And he appreciated that.


It was nearly spring but the March air was still bitterly cold. After a late night chasing a demon through the tunnels under DC, Crane stumbled into his apartment, took off his coat, and wanted nothing more than to now pull off his boots and collapse on his bed. Instead, Nin was tapping insistently on his window. This was new. She normally just went into her box and spent the night quietly.

He looked at her through the glass and the raven stared back with eyes he could swear he had seen before. She seemed to trying to get him to do something. To follow her. She could have been making normal raven noises but he could have sworn that first time ever, she called out his name.

“What is it?” he asked.


“Wait by the front door. I’ll be there in a minute,” he said, holding up his index finger as he put his coat back on. He rushed out of the apartment building and through the front doors to find Nin waiting for him in her tree. She flew from tree to tree, leading him somewhere. He hurried to keep up with her and to make sure he didn’t lose sight of her when she led them into a park. Nin flew into the middle of an empty baseball field and fluttered to the ground, the grass still brown from winter and covered in a light layer of frost now.

Suddenly Nin was no longer Nin but was turning into something else. The bird was surrounded by a silvery light and was changing form. He had seen a lot in his day and nothing should surprise him anymore. Nothing. But this… this was enough to make it almost impossible to speak any words.

“Abbie?” he finally managed to ask, afraid he was going to pass out right here in the middle of this cold field near second base, the full moon shining bright above them.

Her transformation was beautiful, going quickly from a bird to his partner in a matter of seconds. She stood before him wearing a glossy, black outfit complete with boots. But she had on no coat and he shed his own quickly and offered it to her. She took it from him and wrapped it over shoulders.

“Hello, Crane,” she said, reaching up to softly touch his face.

“What’s happening?” he asked her, still having trouble forming words. “You’re dead.”

“I was dead and now I’m not. You know death isn’t always permanent. You know that better than anyone,” Abbie said, her hand still resting upon his cheek. She was warm… and she smelled like the Abbie he remembered and he hoped that this wasn’t some sort of trick but was really his Abbie.

“But… but… I’m confused. Why a raven?” he asked her, his hand now going to hers and covering it.

“A crane would be too obvious,” she said with a smile. “Ravens are smart birds who can remember faces. As long as I was going to be a bird, I wanted to remember your face so I could find you over and over again.”

“I’m glad you did.”

“Plus, certain legends say that ravens can steal souls. Did you know that?” she asked, moving her hand. His followed along and their fingers ended up entwined, grasping onto one another. They began walking, holding hands, in no particular direction.

“I did read that, when I was trying to figure out why this particular bird was following me,” he said.

“Crane, I stole your soul back from the devil himself and you didn’t even know it. That’s why I picked this particular bird. So I could do that for you. You’ve had your soul back since about two days after you traded it to him,” Abbie said, squeezing his hand in hers.

He stopped walking abruptly, jerking her back to him. Crane’s face couldn’t hide his shock at this news. He had been worried about how he was ever going to get his soul back and Abbie had done it for him. He could only imagine it was so they could be together in the afterlife forever.

“You are locked in this existence because of my soul?” he asked. She had already given up enough for him. This wasn’t what he wanted.

“I can fly because of this existence and I will someday get to return to heaven. And now you will be there, too. You can join me like this, you know.”

“As a bird… as a raven?” he asked incredulously, the pitch of his voice rising on the word raven.

“Yes, most of the time. But sometimes, like right now, we can be human together.”

“Why are you human right now?” he asked.

“Magic and moonlight,” she said with a sly grin.

“Yes, I know all about magic. I’ve read the Harry Potter books and even though I am a Ravenclaw… I’m not sure that means I should be a raven,” he said.

“You were married to a witch,” she said, wrinkling her brow at his comment.

“That, too,” he said with a sigh, then shook the thought out of his head. “But why can you be in this form now? How can you be you?”

“The Crow Moon,” she said, pointing up to the full moon above them.

“Once a year? During the Lenten Moon? We can be human?” he asked, still sounding like out of all the things he had seen in his life, this was the one thing he wasn’t going to believe.

“It’s the best I can do. Once a year together as humans is better than never,” she said. “The rest of the time, you can be the Huginn to my Muninn. We’ll be able to fly, Crane. Fly anywhere.”

“But what about my mission? As a Witness?” he asked.

“When it’s time, someone else will take over the cause. It will be passed on,” she said.

“Even though I haven’t died?” he asked.

“It’s going to be hard to fulfill your Biblical obligations as a raven…”


“You can think about it.”

“For how long?” he asked.

“Until the sun comes up. I can only be here like this until the sun comes up,” she said. Before he could say another word, she grabbed him and pulled him to her. They both stumbled from the force and she ended up with his arms enfolding her, hugging her tight. His mind raced to count down the hours to sunrise and he knew how he wanted to spend that time with her. If she wanted. Judging by the way she had put her hands on his face and was standing on her toes for a kiss, he realized that she had the same thoughts, too.

Her mouth met his, silencing the hundreds of questions he still had for her about her life as a raven and how if would be if he decided to become like her. Instead of asking anything, he got lost in the feel of her lips on his. So warm. So soft. So… Abbie.

“Home,” she mumbled in between kisses. “Yours, obviously. We won’t fit in mine.”

“I would have built you a birdhouse castle had I known,” he said as she tugged him in the direction of his apartment. “I would have done anything for me.”

“Oh, really? You called me nincompoop once, Crane,” she said and he tried to explain.

“You dropped bottle caps on my head,” he said in his defense.

“I missed you so much. So much I would have done anything to get your attention,” she said, the two of them stumbling up the front steps to his apartment building.

“I too have missed you, Lieutenant. So much so I thought that this bird was a sign from you… and it was. I don’t know how or why–”

She shut him up with one more kiss before they made it to his door.


He worshiped every inch of her body. Her skin was smooth and flawless as his lips brushed across all her curves and his tongue delved into everywhere it could. She practically purred as she came for  the second time that hour.

“I’m ever so thankful you don’t make bird sounds,” he said, lifting his head from between her thighs to look at her. He was half off the bed and it was the perfect place to see all of her.

“At least I don’t do that… yet,” she said seriously before her face couldn’t hide the smile any longer. It was the happiest he had ever seen her, laughing even more when he tickled her inner thighs with his bearded face. She pleaded for him to join her on the bed so he crawled up until he was over her, her hand going deftly between them as she guided him into her body. He had forgotten how hot it was. How wet it was. How wonderfully tight around him… he almost forgot to move until she nudged him along.

He looked into her eyes, praying that this wasn’t some sort of dream or illusion. Her eyes searched his and she smiled.

“I’m real,” she said as if she could read his mind. She wrapped her legs high around his waist, letting him slip in even deeper. “I’m real and I want you… I…”

She lost the ability to speak coherently when he got on his knees and yanked her towards him, thrusting harder into her body. She cried out as she came again and he felt the world flash bright around him and fade to nothing. He fell beside her, struggling to catch his breath as her fingers brushed over his chest and across his stomach and over his hipbones.

“That… I wasn’t expecting that… I figured you…” she started to say, struggling to find the words.

“Hadn’t done this in a while? This is true. Or that men from my time had no clue how to please a woman?” he asked. Their legs were intertwined and he took one of her hands in his, bringing it to his lips to kiss. “I can assure you that I have had a lot of time to think of all the ways I should have pleasured you, Abbie, and I only wish we had more time because I’d show you every last one of them,”

“Does this mean you’re not joining me?” she asked.

“I have unfinished business here. People I have to make sure are ready. Miss Jenny would have to know I’m not dead. You’ve seen her stop by, haven’t you? That is, when she’s back in the country?” Crane asked.

“I have. I was worried about her, too. Especially with everything she had already lost,” Abbie said. They both fell into silent contemplation of all the things everyone lost.

“So, being a bird… what do you get to eat? What’s it like? Do you miss hot showers and coffee?” Crane asked. “I think I’d miss coffee and tea the most.”

“I missed you more than anything else in the world. And I can’t describe my life in that form. It’s like I know I’m something else but instinct kicks in. I find food. I find a place to stay. I survived because it meant I could get this one night… and eventually forever with you. When I asked for this, I knew the consequences but I knew I had to take the risk,” she answered.

“One night a year,” he said, sighing.

“One night.”

“We better not waste it,” he said, pulling her into a kiss.


Dawn was making its relentless approach. Crane knew that moment when the darkness would be replaced by the cold light of morning was coming way too fast. He couldn’t stop it. Abbie was in his kitchen, drinking coffee and eating whatever leftover food she had found in the refrigerator. She had on one of his shirts and he knew he was going to cherish the scent of her on that shirt and on his sheets for as long as he could.

He had decided. He needed another year to finish things. One year and he’d be ready to give up this existence and try something else. It wasn’t an easy decision but Abbie understood. He wanted to finish what they had started together and then they could go off and be… ravens together.

It sounded preposterous but no more so than being dead for a few centuries and returning to life. He knew there was so much more to this world than what could be easily seen.

He watched as Abbie put her clothing back on and checked the time over and over. He wasn’t sure why she couldn’t change form right here in his apartment but she said it had to be under the last light of the moon and the first rays of the sun. He offered to go with her but she said it would be better if she went alone. They could make their goodbyes here instead of in the middle of a field.

Crane held her in his arms for as long as he could. She clutched the fabric of his bathrobe as if she would never let go and he didn’t want her to go but it would just be a year. She would be right there, smart and beautiful as ever outside his window and in the tree dropping shiny objects on his head when she was cross with him. She wouldn’t be far.

He kissed her one more time, hardly able to bear the loss of  her lips on his. She let him go and stepped away and he could already feel the loss.

Just one year. It was only fair to the others. To Jenny. To the next Witness taking over his role. One year. Abbie was nearly to the door when she rushed back for one more hug. He kissed the top of her head as she pulled resolutely from his arms and went out the door.

One year. One long year. There was no way he could make it without her. It had been foolish of him to ever think he could.

“Abbie, wait!” he shouted, running barefoot out the door and flying down the hall as fast as he could. “Wait!


The End

Phantom of the Opera and its adaptations sentence starters
  • <p> <b></b> (Feel free to change pronouns around as needed)<p/><b>Leroux:</b> <p/><b></b> "The angels wept tonight."<p/><b></b> "Tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead."<p/><b></b> "All I ever wanted was to be loved for myself."<p/><b></b> "You are afraid of me! And yet, I am not really wicked."<p/><b></b> "He fills me with horror and I do not hate him."<p/><b></b> "She is singing tonight to bring down the chandelier!"<p/><b>Kay:</b> <p/><b></b> "Hell is full of burning bridges."<p/><b></b> "None of us can choose where we will love."<p/><b></b> "There is no better way to raise a demon in my mind then to tell me something could not be done. Impossibility was not a concept I acknowledged."<p/><b></b> "Let me paint him a rainbow."<p/><b>ALW:</b> <p/><b></b> "The Angel of Music sings songs in my head."<p/><b></b> "You have come here for one purpose, and one alone."<p/><b></b> "I remember there was mist."<p/><b></b> "Is this what you wanted to see?"<p/><b></b> "I was just fourteen and soaked to the skin!"<p/><b></b> "Why have you brought me here? We must return!"<p/><b></b> "His eyes will find us there. Those eyes that burn!"<p/><b></b> "Forget this waking nightmare."<p/><b></b> "Yet in his eyes, all the sadness of the world."<p/><b></b> "All I want is freedom, a world with no more night."<p/><b></b> "I must go, they'll wonder where I am."<p/><b></b> "He was bound to love you, when he heard you sing."<p/><b></b> "But why is it secret? What have we to hide? You promised me!"<p/><b></b> "You were all that mattered."<p/><b></b> "So it is to be war between us."<p/><b></b> "What I once used to dream, I now dread."<p/><b></b> "Go now! Go now and leave me!"<p/><b>2004:</b> <p/><b></b> "No one would listen."<p/><b></b> "No one but her heard as the outcast hears."<p/><b></b> "Learn to find your way in darkness."<p/><b></b> "Who will be there for you, comfort and care for you?"<p/><b></b> "Learn to be lonely."<p/><b></b> "Laugh in your loneliness."<p/><b>Love Never Dies (AU):</b> <p/><b></b> "The moments creep, yet I can't bare to sleep."<p/><b></b> "All agleam, like a dream."<p/><b></b> "Every fantasy set free."<p/><b></b> "Starting soon upon our stage, the performance of the age."<p/><b></b> "Is there music in your head?"<p/><b></b> "What a child. Full of life! Full of you..."<p/><b></b> "Help me through this sadness."<p/><b>Love Never Dies (OLC):</b> <p/><b></b> "Are you ready to begin? Are you ready to get on? You're about to start out on the journey of your life."<p/><b></b> "It's a fun house where the mirrors all reflect what's real, and reality's as twisted as the mirrors reveal."<p/><b></b> "I should've known that you'd be here."<p/><b></b> "I should've known it all along."<p/><b>Alonso and Tilford musical:</b> <p/><b></b> "Pity her, ____. She couldn't bare to look at her own child."<p/><b></b> "Any kindness that we receive is a blessing."<p/><b></b> "Whatever you want me to be, I can be."<p/><b></b> "What twisted measure of human worth condemns a child at birth?"<p/><b></b> "Come what may at morning light, the world is yours tonight."<p/><b></b> "Skin deep, poison in the mirror."<p/><b></b> "You fool the world with your thin veneer, but you're not worth the salt in my tears!"<p/><b></b> "Pain is proof that you're alive."<p/><b></b> "Through it all, what truth is left behind, someone cared enough to break your heart."<p/><b></b> "The love you never had will haunt you like a shadow. So close, but when you reach there's no one there."<p/><b>Ken Hill:</b> <p/><b></b> "While floating high above, I hear you speak my name."<p/><b></b> "We'll share paradise."<p/><b></b> "If only you could weep for me like that."<p/><b></b> "In time you will learn to love me, I know it."<p/><b></b> "Share with me my dark domain."<p/><b></b> "Oh, free me from this dark despair."<p/><b></b> "Weave your magic spell."<p/><b></b> "How dare she!"<p/><b></b> "We are finished. Our love is over! I say it's over... Ended!"<p/><b></b> "I did weep for you, once."<p/><b></b> "Out of pity, ___, not love."<p/><b>Yeston and Kopit Phantom:</b> <p/><b></b> "Why was I born to this grave?"<p/><b></b> "Not a day I'll rest 'til that voice is found."<p/><b></b> "Well, that's obviously something she doesn't know."<p/><b></b> "Well, someone should tell her!"<p/><b></b> "What has happened to your sense of humour?"<p/><b></b> "You were the only one, my only chance of happiness."<p/><b></b> "I wondered how long it would take you to tell me it's true."<p/><b></b> "What did you think of it?"<p/><b></b> "It could've been better."<p/><b></b> "There was a time I thought I was only dreaming."<p/><b></b> "I went through that phase too."<p/><b></b> "This place is mine!"<p/><b></b> "Here, where fables come alive."<p/><b></b> "She is as innocent and natural as a rose."<p/><b></b> "You are music, beautiful music, and you are light to me."<p/><b></b> "I will find a way, through fear and doubt."<p/><b>Charles Dance miniseries:</b> <p/><b></b> "I know what to do about it. I'll kill them both!"<p/><b></b> "What kind of horror are you leaving me in?"<p/><b></b> "The gods smiled when they imagined you."<p/><b></b> "She is the reason I was born."<p/><b></b> "I was born so that she could save me!"<p/><b></b> "Do you find that apt?"<p/><b></b> "You are magic, too, I think."<p/><b></b> "Magic is my friend. Magic cannot hide from me."<p/><b></b> "Hat, do you think? Formal touch?"<p/><b></b> "Do you like these woods of mine?"<p/><b></b> "One can get quite hopelessly lost in these woods if one does not know the path... Or have a guide who does."<p/><b>Rosen and Schierhorn Phantom:</b> <p/><b></b> "I am whatever you want me to be..."<p/><b></b> "I am perfect spirit, imperfect man."<p/><b></b> "I'll always love you, I'll never leave."<p/><b></b> "I will always be your fulfillment and you'll always be my desire."<p/><b></b> "If you are the creator of such beauty, why have you forsaken the world?"<p/><b></b> "What do they know of beauty?"<p/><b></b> "We'll leave the world to its madness. We can live in bliss, alone."<p/><b></b> "Here nothing is missing, nothing is gone."<p/><b>Robert Englund slasher Phantom:</b> <p/><b></b> "Love and music are forever."<p/><b></b> "Everyone dies, I just choose the time and place for a few."<p/><b></b> "You're a thing from hell!"<p/><b></b> "And you sir, are hell bound!"<p/><b>Claude Rains Phantom:</b> <p/><b></b> "Hear the bells ringing soft and low, bringing peace through the twilight's glow."<p/><b></b> "Night has begun."<p/><b></b> "Who would pay any attention to a baritone and a detective?"<p/><b>Spooks:</b> <p/><b></b> "What does a chicken say when it lays a square egg?"<p/><b>Mystery Legends:</b> <p/><b></b> "One day, God willing, I would have my revenge."<p/><b></b> "You were the light in the darkness of my existence."<p/></p>

phantom-mizero  asked:

Do you think that Istus can see whenever something that involves chance is about to happen - like a coin toss or when someone got a magical item from the gashapon machine on the moonbase?

I think she can, but I don’t think she necessarily knows the outcome more than anyone else.

Istus seems able to see the big picture; she sees the threads of the universe and that they intertwine, but not always the details. She didn’t know the shape that Taako’s moment with Joaquin would take, for one. And there are so many variables to keep track of at any one moment if someone looks that closely, so many possibilities.

That’s something else about Istus - the existence of a goddess of fate might put the existence of free will and choice into question, but Istus doesn’t seem to operate that way. She is not all-knowing; she’s more like a guide, keeping an eye on things in general in case anything falls out of alignment. She doesn’t have answers or reasons for the way the universe works. It’s unknowable, unpredictable, and frequently surprising in equal measure for both mortals and the goddess.

  • Apple: Briar I don't know about this, I mean dating your villain... Is that really okay?
  • Briar: Apple you are the one person in the world who isn't allowed to criticize me on dating Faybelle
  • Apple: What's that supposed to mean?
  • Briar: you are literally giving Raven a back massage and kissing her hair right now
  • Apple: (looks down and sees she is doing just that while Raven is enjoying the massage) I'm trying to be supportive to my roommate, she's had a tough day
  • Raven: actually my day was fine, not too hard, but that doesn't mean I don't like a good back rub. Your hands are magic Apple
  • Apple: (giggling) anything for you beloved (the two of them stare into each other's eyes as if they were going to kiss)
  • Briar: see this right here, this is the shit I'm talking about

glsswrks  asked:

Regina has realized Emma has many scars adorning her body, but she's been afraid to just come out and ask about them but it starts to bother her that she doesn't know how Emma got all those scars.

Thank you for the prompt! Hope you like it ;)

Some were silver lined, squiggling lines that wrote a story Regina was never truly sure of how to read. Some others were slightly bulkier, red rimming the old borders that embedded themselves into smooth skin as pale as the magic its owner wielded. Some others were short, scrapes almost, that followed muscles the former queen entertained herself caressing and kissing them every night Emma fell asleep and her own nightmares woke her up.

The first time she had finally took out Emma’s blouse she had not look at the scars until the blonde had flipped them over, light touching the savior’s shoulders, haloing her tresses as Regina looked at her, smile dancing on her lips as she laughed, light bubbles of magic clinking together inside her chest. She had blinked and followed one of the longer scars, recognizing the vestige of a bladed weapon in the too clean-cut borders. The sheriff had shivered, Regina’s name falling out of her lips but hadn’t moved until Regina had kissed her again, hands moving from the lines at her chest to the woman’s shoulders, kneading and digging until Emma had whimpered into her mouth.

It hadn’t been until later that night, after Emma had curled her arms around her, heart beating slow but strongly on her chest where Regina was, that she had truly started to wonder, eyes alight with magic that seeped out of the dormant sheriff’s body into hers. She had wondered and written nonexistent words in the woman’s forearms until she, too, had fallen asleep. A slight smile touching her lips as her eyelids fell.

From that day on she had discovered herself thinking about the scars, the way they felt under her lips whenever she kissed them, starting from the ones that marred the sheriff’s biceps. Every small touch, every shared smile, every magic spark only mapping a puzzle she didn’t really well know what to make of it. That’s why she kissed and touched, narrowing her eyes at the scars, at the way they whorled around Emma’s body.

She never asked, never truly knowing if she could and so she looked at them, thinking on the times her mother had hurt her, scars disappearing as soon as Cora laid a hand on her, the tendrils of the same magic she had come to despise healing the spots that would be bruised a few hours afterwards. She, however, stared and wished to know, running her fingers through the blonde’s locks.

“I got that one in my first barfight.” Emma, however, ended up answering, smiling when she saw Regina looking at her, unguarded, too surprised to even feign anything but attention. “I was trying to work in a bar and some guy entered drunk enough to think he could start punching people.”

The scar was long, but the line it created was slightly broken and the flesh seemed too terse, too strange to actually be a part of Emma. It went from the blonde’s right forearm to almost touching her wrist and for a moment Regina caressed it with one single finger, the sheriff humming, eyes glazed.

“I don’t have any.” Regina murmured, her own eyes narrowing as she kept her voice low, the late hours making the atmosphere at Granny’s seem ideal for telling secrets but the quietness didn’t hide the late patrons or the slightly drunk Leroy. Emma nodded at that, moving back when a waitress approached them both, answering to the silent question they shared every time, tension filling them up, never truly breaking through as they hid the caresses and kisses as much as Emma’s scars.

“Don’t you want to cover them up?” Regina asked after staring down at the waitress, feeling again like a very much younger version of herself, too open and raw.

The other woman’s answer, however, was as raw as she felt and for that she stood transfixed, looking at her as she felt something inside of her shift.

“Would you?”

And so, she shook her head.

“Not anymore.”

anonymous asked:

I feel so bad sometimes about my Lavellans kid. Like, she grew up with a freaking awesome ass mom and family but she NEVER knew about her dad. What're you supposed to tell your kid "well honey your father plans to kill us all and oh yeah doesn't know you exist and he's also the Dalish version of the antichrist" oh gods xD

I get you, anon. However, Aerys told Athim early on after he started to experienced strange dreams and displayed more than any normal mage’s aptitude towards magic. Best tell them now than never telling them at all ;v;

Also, imagine Solas tho when he discovers that he’s actually a dad

fairy tail au -

featuring fire dragon slayer keith, shadow god slayer shiro, water/ice mage lance, rune/forest mage pidge, and earth mage hunk

- in addition to that, allura is a celestial mage and coran is also a celestial mage. the two left in the whole world after nearly being wiped out by the dark guild galra and its master, zarkon

- the guild voltron is an ancient guild that houses five incredibly powerful mages….. ones that when put together could defeat galra and guild master zarkon

- for some reason keith and lance always bicker???? pidge theorizes it must be because of their clashing magic and personalities

- lance makes the worst puns ever. “i’m the coolest person ever!” “slow down there, hot shot.” “where’s the fire?” “ice to meet you!”

- secretly, keith loves lance’s jokes and always has to hold himself back from laughing

- shiro is 1000% done with the flirting and pining going on between lance and keith, especially since keith lives with shiro and constantly whines about, “but he’s so pretty, shiro! i want to punch him. in the face. with my lips. shiro? takashi? are you listening to me?????”

- keith’s mother used to be a galra member before disappearing. keith was abandoned after his father died and was raised by the dragon of fire, red, alongside shiro and the shadow dragon, black

- lance has like. the most indestructible body though??? he’s literally made of water; physical attacks just go straight through him and he doesn’t feel it. but it makes him really weak to magic involving some kind of electricity

- when keith and lance kiss there’s always a slight steam that emits from them

- allura has all the zodiac keys, passed down to her from her father

- pidge’s rune magic is so cool though?? she can bend and make rules, and she uses it to pull shit all the time because she’s a little gremlin like that. like the time she trapped lance and keith in a rune trap and the rules were they couldn’t get out until they kissed

- she’s also searching for her brother, matt, a fellow rune mage

- hunk’s probably the most physically strong, and he’s also crazy powerful since he’s literally always around earth

- in order from most magically strong to least: they’re all powerful fuck you my babies aren’t weak

She was over a hundred years old.

She had seen the world, had been at the height of power once, and survived even when death seemed imminent. She reminded herself of this, but even today, trapped by the dull, grey walls of her prison, this failed to inspire her like

She had once been the Familiar and faithful companion to Lord Barthelemy Beaufoy, one of the most powerful Witches of the early twentieth century. It had been a glittering time of prestige, she remembered fondly, but sadly, Beaufoy had been defeated by an uprising of traitorous Witches in his inner circle, and she had been left without a protector ever since.

Wearily, she laid her head down and closed her eyes. She yowled in frustration before giving up with a useless huff.

The doors at the far end of the hall opened and a group of humans came through, like any other day. She was used to this by now, but today, she didn’t feel like entertaining. She shuffled over into a corner and hoped the humans would leave her alone.

“How about that one?” she heard the voices say after almost twenty minutes later. “I can’t really see it.”

“Well, that one’s not exactly the most friendly of them. She has a history of biting and scratching. She doesn’t like anyone.” the shelter worker’s voice said nervously. “Actually, no one can get close enough to give her a proper bath. We’ve got lots of other great cat though, Mr. Parson.”

The human clearly didn’t listen because she could sense him coming closer to her cage. Still, she refused to move. “Hey buddy,” he said. “Not feeling like visitors today, huh?”

Her tail twitched and frisson of something ran through her. Curious, she lifted her head. He was close enough that she could see his green eyes watching her. His hair was sticking out of a ridiculous hat that the youths all seemed to wear these days.

Yet, there was something about him, and for the first time, she dared to hope. Hesitantly, she crept closer and closer until yes, she knew for sure.

She meowed loudly to indicate that she had chosen him.

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juliethatesromeo  asked:

Could you do some prompts about a girl who just discovered that she belongs to a magic society but doesn't believe it?

(Nice URL, lol)

So, I don’t know if you mean this in a modern fantasy setting, or just straight-up classic fantasy, so I’ll try to make them ambiguous.

“Noooo, no no no no no, that can’t be right. I’m… no. I come from a long line of very boring people, and I like it that way. This [magic society] of yours can kiss my-”

“Please, try to be reasonable-”
“Oh, I’m being perfectly reasonable! There is no way I’m a part of… whatever that is. … What is that? Never mind, I don’t care, I’m leaving.”
“This is… your house…”
“Oh, what, am I on house arrest? MOTHER, I’M GOING OUT.”

“So… It’s a… what?”
“It’s a magic society for-”
“Magic society. So, what, like… Like Harry Potter?”
*annoyed* “No.” (or yes, idk what your story is about) “If you would give me a moment to explain-”
“Ok, moment’s up, now let me explain why you’re wrong-”

“What are you doing?”
*digging through fridge/cupboard* “Stress eating.”
“You’re stressing me out! What magic society, there is no magic society, and if there is, I’m not part of it!”
“Of course, of course, except for the part where you most certainly are.”

I hope this helps! - Mod Kylee

justdishonoredasker  asked:

You just gave me the idea that Corvo doesn't materialize rats like Emily's Doppelganger, but rather summons very specific rats, like how Daud summons his assassins. How else could Billie (in OG+) summon rats and hear the latest gossip, if she wasn't magically pulling them out of people's houses? How would a magically born rat know anything? Meanwhile, Amanda Cheese-Nibbler from Roderick Trimbledon's home might know about his latest affair. It's an interesting idea, at least to me.

(Continuing from rat-gossip) Though now that I think about it, it would be even more fun if they were Void Rats and gave out secrets like the Heart. Sadly, that makes Corvo the Pied Paper of magical rats, instead of a man who tames rats to add to his Devouring Swarm gangs. I’m not sure that Void I need rats beats gang rats.

Corvo and Billie would need to have a rat-off. I really like the idea of Corvo summoning very specific rats like Daud summoning assassins.

Meanwhile, I need to share with you these rats. I just need to.

mastermoridin  asked:

Where did the idea for the Fraymotif circles come from? The one canon example of one I know of doesn't have them, so I was curious.

well, I was talking to Rah about Fraymotif attacks and she was like “hey, Hussie has referenced (I think it was Final Fantasy?) before, and they had these cool magic circle things, maybe you could incorporate those!”

and thus a variety of Fraymotif animations like this were born:

BUT I also left the the PSD files with just the circles themselves in my Google Drive folder, and at some point Andrew decided to use them the way he did in the final animation, and that is how that happened.

Getting ready for the Ministry Party
  • Dominique: *putting, casually, a knife in her Alexander McQueen skull clutch*
  • James: Why do you need a knife?
  • Dominique: You never know when you need to kill someone.
  • Molly: You have magic.
  • Dominique: Yeah, but the easiest way to kill someone with magic is Avada Kedavra and the killing curse is punished by law.
  • Molly: It makes sense.
  • Dominique: Let's go guys or we will be late.
  • *Dominique and Molly exiting the room*
  • Peter: *exiting the room backwards* She doesn't mean it that way. It's for the cake, she will not kill anyone...I hope.
  • *James and Fred look at the camera like they are in The Office*

“listen to me, i’m completely serious here.” marlene said, her hands resting lightly on her hips, looking at the fellow student. “i’ve got friends in high places, me breaking the rules doesn’t have the same consequences, so sod off.” she waved them off, pulling the cigarette from her mouth as she did, tapping the end off into the air. it was all a bluff, she knew lily wouldn’t give her a free pass all the time when it came to the rules, she wouldn’t be head girl if she did. but marlene wasn’t about to let anyone else in on that secret. she had to keep a few tricks up her sleeve. it was her final year, she was seventeen, allowed to do magic outside of school, preparing to join the order the moment she graduated. she was an adult and like hell was she going to let someone stop her from acting like one.

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you do this kind of thing but is there any way you could do a post explaining how Mother Gothel in Tangled is abusive? I would like to show it to someone who doesn't believe it was abuse

Where to begin? Tangled is a story about a girl breaking free from emotional abuse at the hands of a narcissistic parent.

At the beginning of the story Gothel kidnaps Rapunzel so she can use the magical properties of her hair to remain young and beautiful. She hides Rapunzel in a tower cut off from the rest of the world and raises her to believe she is her biological mother.

Indeed the first words we hear Gothel say to Rapunzel are abuse veiled as “teasing.”

Gothel: How you manage to do that every single day without fail! It looks absolutely exhausting, darling.

Rapunzel: Oh, it’s nothing.

Gothel: Then I don’t know why it takes so long! Oh, darling. I’m just teasing.

Immediately after this Gothel pulls Rapunzel in front of a mirror and says,

“Rapunzel look at that mirror. You know what I see? I see a strong, confident, beautiful young lady. Oh look, you’re here too. I’m just teasing, stop taking everything so seriously.”

From this first interaction between them we’re shown that this is an unhealthy mother daughter relationship.

Emotional abusers isolate their victims from others just like Gothel isolates Rapunzel from all human contact. When Rapunzel asks to go to the outside world on her birthday Gothel tries to frighten her from leaving saying she’s too, “sloppy underdressed, immature, clumsy, gullible and naive” to survive out in the real world. She even goes so far as to call Rapunzel, “Ditzy and kinda chubby.”

All of these insults are veiled under the guise of a protective mother who just wants “what’s best” for her daughter. It’s ingrained into Rapunzel’s mind constantly that she’s not good enough, not capable or smart enough to survive on her own. That she needs Mother Gothel and without her she wouldn’t make it.

When Rapunzel tries to bring up leaving the tower again Gothel yells “You are not leaving this tower, ever!

lmmediately after this Gothel slumps into a chair and cries, “Great now I’m the bad guy!”

This shows exactly how emotional abusers work. They lay out unreasonable demands or chastise you for normal behavior and then play the victim and make the real victim feel guilty.

It’s made pretty clear by the way Gothel rubs her face in Rapunzels hair and calls her “pet” and “flower” that she views Rapunzel as little more than an (extremely useful) possession. Even the way they exchange terms of endearment is clouded with covert abuse.

"I love you,” says Gothel.

“I love you more,” says Rapunzel with a giggle.

“I love you best” replies Gothel ending the conversation.

This seems innocent enough but when you really think about it, it’s another way of saying Rapunzel can’t measure up.

When Rapunzel shows Flynn the lock of Brown hair she has and explains how Gothel hid her away to “protect her” from the world we’re shown just how well Gothel has brainwashed Rapunzel into accepting her abuse as love.

Rapunzel actually believes Gothel is protecting her from those who want to abuse her power when in reality Gothel is an abusive, narcissistic, kidnapper who is using her for her powers. Rapunzel says it perfectly herself when she realizes she is the lost princess.

Rapunzel: It was you! It was all you!

Gothel: Everything I did was to protect you!

Rapunzel: I’ve spent my entire life hiding from people who would use me for my power when I should have been hiding… from you!

When Rapunzel tries to leave the tower Gothel ties her up saying “if you want me to be the bad guy I’ll be the bad guy” This places all the blame for her behavior onto Rapunzel. In Gothel’s mind it’s not her fault that she kidnapped Rapunzel so she could stay young and beautiful no it’s Rapunzel’s fault for recognizing the abuse and trying to leave.

Tangled shows how covert abuse is executed and why it’s so difficult for victims to escape. You can’t escape if you don’t realize you’re in an abusive situation. You can’t leave if you think you need your abuser to survive and you can’t get help if they isolate you from anyone who might see the truth. Many victims of Narcissistic Mothers find the movie triggering to watch because it hits so close to home for them. It’s kind of blows me away that this person doesn’t see how messed up and abusive the relationship between Gothel and Rapunzel is.

Narcissistic mothers can have a smile on their face and claim their actions are out of “love” but that doesn’t make their behavior any less damaging or abusive.