Joy is My Center

Joyce, spirit of joy. Originally and ROTG oc. Multiverse, non-selective, very fond of AUs. 5+ years of roleplay experience. Mun is is over 21. Muse’s age dependent on thread.

[mysharona1987]

[joycethejoyspirit]

Somewhere in Neverland (starter for @a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah)

“I mean, the very idea that a fairy could fit in the palm of your hand is absolutely ridiculous! There wouldn’t be enough room for all the- well for all the… stuffness. That’s what it is. There’s far too much to a fairy for it to be that small. I wouldn’t be able to fit just my joy into a little size like that. Not to mention all my excitement or any of my anger.”

[a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah]

Charlie shrugged, giving a frown. "Well, I dunno... Even wif' big feelin's, I sure feel awful small sometimes, ya know? Like somebody big could squash me under'is boot, ya know? An' like nobody'd notice, like I was some kinda bug or somethin'..." All of this was said with a remarkable calm, thoughtfulness that didn't have any hint of the sadness that should go along with such a sentiment, but she was just... thinking...

[joycethejoyspirit]

Joyce didn’t know what to say for a long while. Yes, she did know. The fairy took both Charlie’s hands in your own. “Charlie, this place, this wonderful island we’re on right now- I know you think you must be having some sort of dream. But you’re not. It’s real. As real and you and me and every other being who has ever found their way here. Some travel from very far away and some seemingly stumble upon the Neverland. But anyone who finds it is welcome to make in their home. You could stay here, if you wanted.”

[a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah]

Charlie flinched back as the girl took her hands, feeling herself start to tremble, but she stood there, staring and doing everything in her power not to just turn and run away as fast as she could... She knew that if she did, she'd just get lost in the jungle. "B-but I don't undahstand... I d-don't know how I got here? It's a d-dream... It h-has ta be... a dream... I c-can't..." She looked away confusedly, pulling her hands away and taking a step backwards, only to slip on the fallen dead leaves and tumble back until she was on her back staring up at the sky through the towering trees. Her lip started to tremble and her eyes filled with tears. What did any of this mean?

[joycethejoyspirit]

“Woah, woah. It’s ok.” Joyce hurried to help the girl. “Are you alright?” She crouched down low in the brush and held out her hand to help Charlie up. “It’s a lot. But a lot doesn’t have to be scary.”

[a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah]

"I-I'm frightened..." Charlie flinched back again as the girl came toward her, shaking, before indiscriminately wiping the tears from her face and looking around herself, trying to get her grips on where she was. "I nevah even been outta New York... I's only seen pictures of places like this i-in papes an' in b-books..." She said it all without thinking. "I-I, I have ta get back. I have ta get back to my bruddahs. I have to... Th-they'll..." She gulped, taking a moment... They'll forget me... They'll realize that they don't miss me... "Th-they'll be lookin' for me... a-an' they'll, th-they'll be worried..." She took the girl's, the fairy's, help to get her back on her feet, but not without giving a hiss of pain and surprise as the still healing lash marks on her back started to burn like fire from the movement. She gave a whimper, and her lip trembled, but she bit back any other reaction to her pain as she tried to ignore Snyder's sneering, furious face as it flashed before her eyes. Suddenly, she felt exhausted... so exhausted that she felt she might drop, but she said nothing.

[joycethejoyspirit]

Joyce helped the girl to steady herself and nodded in understanding. “I wish I could help you, I really do. But I don’t know how to leave Neverland. It is possible. “Joyce quickly clarified. “But it could be very far away; the only one I know of who ever goes journeys away from Neverland is Peter, and wherever he goes it’s by flying.” For the first time, it struck Joyce quite odd that she had never even considered the idea of going anywhere else. “Where are you from exactly? What’s it like there?” This was more for her own curiosity than assisting the girl, and Joyce caught herself. “You said you had brothers. Perhaps someone here on the island would know one of them. The lost boys all came from elsewhere too.”

[a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah]

She listened to the fairy, staring at the ground as she tried to process everything, and her horrible frown continued to sink. She supposed she should smile; it should be possible to get back, she said, but as she continued to talk about it, to try and ease her worries, she found the dreadful idea of it being difficult, if not try impossible to get back to be quite nearly insescapable. She had just survived hell to get back to the only family that ever gave a damn, and somehow some strange, obnoxious boy had managed to-... she didn't even know. And somehow, at the mention of Peter, she had the feeling that the same boy who was the cause of all this trouble was the only means to fix it. And flying? Please... Sure, the boy had seemed light enough on his feet... but if there were fairies, who was she to judge, really... Her expression was rather unreadable, thanks to a numbness she had unwillingly perfected in the Refuge. But at the fairy's questions about home and her brothers, she looked up sharply, her expression turning strangely startled and vulnerable, almost as if it flashed her back to a moment (or an eternity) with endless, repetitive, threatening questions about home and her brothers and Jack and the strike... but she shook it from her head as best as she could, the effort even extending into the physical, before ducking her head again. "N-numbah nine, Duane Street... in lower Manhattah, New York City..." She gulped, looking up to look to the side, into the forest... or was it a jungle? She didn't know... Davey would know... Davey knew so much... She continued in spite of her wavering train of thought. "Full of people, s-so full of people... always noisy, nevah sleepin'... danger ev'rywhere... It's s-stiflin'... Chokin'... Folks s-say ev'rybody wants ta go th-there, an' m-maybe, maybe it's good fer some folks othah than tha rich folks what run ev'rythin'... like tha folks comin' from worse places... but when ya drownin', a-all ya want is out... but not, n-not by yaself..." She shivered and wrapped her free arm around herself before giving a shrug. The idea of one of her brothers being there should make her feel better, but she was tired and scared and lonely and cold. "M-maybe, I guess..."

[joycethejoyspirit]

“Hey, hey, shhh.” She sat down in front of the girl. “It’s alright. You’re alright. You’re safe here. This place where you are now, is a respite from anything you need it to be. It’s a place where you are free to do anything you want— anything you need to do. And sometimes that’s a moment alone in silence or with a friend sat in silence or the chance to cry freely for as long as you’d like.”

Joyce wished she could offer more. Something deep inside her, something from a lifetime ago, told her she knew how make a comforting pot of tea and sing soft and funny songs that always made children laugh and distracted from distress.

“Have you ever watched the sunrise over the mountains? It always makes me feel better.” Perhaps she was just being selfish again, but it was worth a shot.

[a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah]

She hated herself for it, but she flinched again as the other moved to sit in front of her. She made herself look at the other girl as she listened and did her very best to take in everything that was being said. She paused and gave a sniffle before giving a nod and reaching a shaky hand out, palm upward. A hand to hold might make her feel better somehow... maybe... even though she was fighting to keep herself from whimpering again that she just wanted to go home... she just wanted to go home... she just wanted to go home...

But then there was another question to answer. Sunrise over mountains? She shook her head. "I's s-seen tha sun rise ovah tha city..." Her voice was quiet, hesitant, and she took a moment before addin- "Ain't nevah seen mountains, th-though... 'Cept in pictures..."

[joycethejoyspirit]

“Well it’s still winter for a couple more hours on the mountains if you’d like to see the snow. But, personally, my favorite is when the trees start to bloom in the early mornings. If we leave now we should be able to catch both before summer begins at noon. First we’ll need to get something for that leg. I can fly you up the mountain easy enough, but I’m sure you don’t want to have to hold onto me constantly. Did you just hurt it now? Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter. Keep off it, and I’ll be better in about an hour. A day if anything’s broken. Things heal quickly in Neverland.” Joyce picked up a sizable branch from the forest floor, perfectly suited for for leaning against and using as a walking stick. “I guess it’ll have to do.” Joyce handed it to the girl. “Neverland’s good at healing hearts too.”

[yeahiwasintheshit]

[partypuppynastja]

For any wondering: their sins (not the fun kind) are many, but most notably they are actively homophobic, transphobic, and exploit people who are homeless to do unpaid work in return for the worst lodgings possible under strict Christian rules and somehow those rules tend to end up with people's belongings being stolen "removed".

[joycethejoyspirit]

Somewhere in Neverland (starter for @a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah)

“I mean, the very idea that a fairy could fit in the palm of your hand is absolutely ridiculous! There wouldn’t be enough room for all the- well for all the… stuffness. That’s what it is. There’s far too much to a fairy for it to be that small. I wouldn’t be able to fit just my joy into a little size like that. Not to mention all my excitement or any of my anger.”

[a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah]

Charlie shrugged, giving a frown. "Well, I dunno... Even wif' big feelin's, I sure feel awful small sometimes, ya know? Like somebody big could squash me under'is boot, ya know? An' like nobody'd notice, like I was some kinda bug or somethin'..." All of this was said with a remarkable calm, thoughtfulness that didn't have any hint of the sadness that should go along with such a sentiment, but she was just... thinking...

[joycethejoyspirit]

Joyce didn’t know what to say for a long while. Yes, she did know. The fairy took both Charlie’s hands in your own. “Charlie, this place, this wonderful island we’re on right now- I know you think you must be having some sort of dream. But you’re not. It’s real. As real and you and me and every other being who has ever found their way here. Some travel from very far away and some seemingly stumble upon the Neverland. But anyone who finds it is welcome to make in their home. You could stay here, if you wanted.”

[a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah]

Charlie flinched back as the girl took her hands, feeling herself start to tremble, but she stood there, staring and doing everything in her power not to just turn and run away as fast as she could... She knew that if she did, she'd just get lost in the jungle. "B-but I don't undahstand... I d-don't know how I got here? It's a d-dream... It h-has ta be... a dream... I c-can't..." She looked away confusedly, pulling her hands away and taking a step backwards, only to slip on the fallen dead leaves and tumble back until she was on her back staring up at the sky through the towering trees. Her lip started to tremble and her eyes filled with tears. What did any of this mean?

[joycethejoyspirit]

“Woah, woah. It’s ok.” Joyce hurried to help the girl. “Are you alright?” She crouched down low in the brush and held out her hand to help Charlie up. “It’s a lot. But a lot doesn’t have to be scary.”

[a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah]

"I-I'm frightened..." Charlie flinched back again as the girl came toward her, shaking, before indiscriminately wiping the tears from her face and looking around herself, trying to get her grips on where she was. "I nevah even been outta New York... I's only seen pictures of places like this i-in papes an' in b-books..." She said it all without thinking. "I-I, I have ta get back. I have ta get back to my bruddahs. I have to... Th-they'll..." She gulped, taking a moment... They'll forget me... They'll realize that they don't miss me... "Th-they'll be lookin' for me... a-an' they'll, th-they'll be worried..." She took the girl's, the fairy's, help to get her back on her feet, but not without giving a hiss of pain and surprise as the still healing lash marks on her back started to burn like fire from the movement. She gave a whimper, and her lip trembled, but she bit back any other reaction to her pain as she tried to ignore Snyder's sneering, furious face as it flashed before her eyes. Suddenly, she felt exhausted... so exhausted that she felt she might drop, but she said nothing.

[joycethejoyspirit]

Joyce helped the girl to steady herself and nodded in understanding. “I wish I could help you, I really do. But I don’t know how to leave Neverland. It is possible. “Joyce quickly clarified. “But it could be very far away; the only one I know of who ever goes journeys away from Neverland is Peter, and wherever he goes it’s by flying.” For the first time, it struck Joyce quite odd that she had never even considered the idea of going anywhere else. “Where are you from exactly? What’s it like there?” This was more for her own curiosity than assisting the girl, and Joyce caught herself. “You said you had brothers. Perhaps someone here on the island would know one of them. The lost boys all came from elsewhere too.”

[a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah]

She listened to the fairy, staring at the ground as she tried to process everything, and her horrible frown continued to sink. She supposed she should smile; it should be possible to get back, she said, but as she continued to talk about it, to try and ease her worries, she found the dreadful idea of it being difficult, if not try impossible to get back to be quite nearly insescapable. She had just survived hell to get back to the only family that ever gave a damn, and somehow some strange, obnoxious boy had managed to-... she didn't even know. And somehow, at the mention of Peter, she had the feeling that the same boy who was the cause of all this trouble was the only means to fix it. And flying? Please... Sure, the boy had seemed light enough on his feet... but if there were fairies, who was she to judge, really... Her expression was rather unreadable, thanks to a numbness she had unwillingly perfected in the Refuge. But at the fairy's questions about home and her brothers, she looked up sharply, her expression turning strangely startled and vulnerable, almost as if it flashed her back to a moment (or an eternity) with endless, repetitive, threatening questions about home and her brothers and Jack and the strike... but she shook it from her head as best as she could, the effort even extending into the physical, before ducking her head again. "N-numbah nine, Duane Street... in lower Manhattah, New York City..." She gulped, looking up to look to the side, into the forest... or was it a jungle? She didn't know... Davey would know... Davey knew so much... She continued in spite of her wavering train of thought. "Full of people, s-so full of people... always noisy, nevah sleepin'... danger ev'rywhere... It's s-stiflin'... Chokin'... Folks s-say ev'rybody wants ta go th-there, an' m-maybe, maybe it's good fer some folks othah than tha rich folks what run ev'rythin'... like tha folks comin' from worse places... but when ya drownin', a-all ya want is out... but not, n-not by yaself..." She shivered and wrapped her free arm around herself before giving a shrug. The idea of one of her brothers being there should make her feel better, but she was tired and scared and lonely and cold. "M-maybe, I guess..."

[joycethejoyspirit]

“Hey, hey, shhh.” She sat down in front of the girl. “It’s alright. You’re alright. You’re safe here. This place where you are now, is a respite from anything you need it to be. It’s a place where you are free to do anything you want— anything you need to do. And sometimes that’s a moment alone in silence or with a friend sat in silence or the chance to cry freely for as long as you’d like.”

Joyce wished she could offer more. Something deep inside her, something from a lifetime ago, told her she knew how make a comforting pot of tea and sing soft and funny songs that always made children laugh and distracted from distress.

“Have you ever watched the sunrise over the mountains? It always makes me feel better.” Perhaps she was just being selfish again, but it was worth a shot.

[cosmo112]

The girls get it, get it, and girls don’t, don’t.

[vesseliiisms-deactivated2023100]

“Please! Just one night!” Milo called out following after the other while fumbling with a journal in his hands. “I swear I can prove to you that my research is worth it! Over dinner! I know I seem like just an over obsessed crazy guy, but I’m not and I can prove it!” He really needed to convince them considering they were going to be the one to fund his trip so his research could continue. “Just one dinner, please? That’s all I ask.”

[joycethejoyspirit]

“Mr. Thatch, it’s not that I think you’re crazy. In fact I think the idea of it is spectacular. And I would to look look over your research, but—“

But I’m not the person you should be talking to. But there’s been some mistake. But Im not a part of any of those decisions. But I don’t hold any influence. But I’m just an assistant in the archives who cleans shelves all day. But—

“But I’m very busy right now… overseeing many different important projects. I wouldn’t have the time for dinner.” It was partly true. She was working late every knight that week. “I break for lunch at one. If you can meet me back here then, you’ll have a little under an hour to share what you have.”

[joycethejoyspirit]

Somewhere in Neverland (starter for @a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah)

“I mean, the very idea that a fairy could fit in the palm of your hand is absolutely ridiculous! There wouldn’t be enough room for all the- well for all the… stuffness. That’s what it is. There’s far too much to a fairy for it to be that small. I wouldn’t be able to fit just my joy into a little size like that. Not to mention all my excitement or any of my anger.”

[a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah]

Charlie shrugged, giving a frown. "Well, I dunno... Even wif' big feelin's, I sure feel awful small sometimes, ya know? Like somebody big could squash me under'is boot, ya know? An' like nobody'd notice, like I was some kinda bug or somethin'..." All of this was said with a remarkable calm, thoughtfulness that didn't have any hint of the sadness that should go along with such a sentiment, but she was just... thinking...

[joycethejoyspirit]

Joyce didn’t know what to say for a long while. Yes, she did know. The fairy took both Charlie’s hands in your own. “Charlie, this place, this wonderful island we’re on right now- I know you think you must be having some sort of dream. But you’re not. It’s real. As real and you and me and every other being who has ever found their way here. Some travel from very far away and some seemingly stumble upon the Neverland. But anyone who finds it is welcome to make in their home. You could stay here, if you wanted.”

[a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah]

Charlie flinched back as the girl took her hands, feeling herself start to tremble, but she stood there, staring and doing everything in her power not to just turn and run away as fast as she could... She knew that if she did, she'd just get lost in the jungle. "B-but I don't undahstand... I d-don't know how I got here? It's a d-dream... It h-has ta be... a dream... I c-can't..." She looked away confusedly, pulling her hands away and taking a step backwards, only to slip on the fallen dead leaves and tumble back until she was on her back staring up at the sky through the towering trees. Her lip started to tremble and her eyes filled with tears. What did any of this mean?

[joycethejoyspirit]

“Woah, woah. It’s ok.” Joyce hurried to help the girl. “Are you alright?” She crouched down low in the brush and held out her hand to help Charlie up. “It’s a lot. But a lot doesn’t have to be scary.”

[a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah]

"I-I'm frightened..." Charlie flinched back again as the girl came toward her, shaking, before indiscriminately wiping the tears from her face and looking around herself, trying to get her grips on where she was. "I nevah even been outta New York... I's only seen pictures of places like this i-in papes an' in b-books..." She said it all without thinking. "I-I, I have ta get back. I have ta get back to my bruddahs. I have to... Th-they'll..." She gulped, taking a moment... They'll forget me... They'll realize that they don't miss me... "Th-they'll be lookin' for me... a-an' they'll, th-they'll be worried..." She took the girl's, the fairy's, help to get her back on her feet, but not without giving a hiss of pain and surprise as the still healing lash marks on her back started to burn like fire from the movement. She gave a whimper, and her lip trembled, but she bit back any other reaction to her pain as she tried to ignore Snyder's sneering, furious face as it flashed before her eyes. Suddenly, she felt exhausted... so exhausted that she felt she might drop, but she said nothing.

[joycethejoyspirit]

Joyce helped the girl to steady herself and nodded in understanding. “I wish I could help you, I really do. But I don’t know how to leave Neverland. It is possible. “Joyce quickly clarified. “But it could be very far away; the only one I know of who ever goes journeys away from Neverland is Peter, and wherever he goes it’s by flying.” For the first time, it struck Joyce quite odd that she had never even considered the idea of going anywhere else. “Where are you from exactly? What’s it like there?” This was more for her own curiosity than assisting the girl, and Joyce caught herself. “You said you had brothers. Perhaps someone here on the island would know one of them. The lost boys all came from elsewhere too.”

[joycethejoyspirit]

Somewhere in Neverland (starter for @a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah)

“I mean, the very idea that a fairy could fit in the palm of your hand is absolutely ridiculous! There wouldn’t be enough room for all the- well for all the… stuffness. That’s what it is. There’s far too much to a fairy for it to be that small. I wouldn’t be able to fit just my joy into a little size like that. Not to mention all my excitement or any of my anger.”

[a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah]

Charlie shrugged, giving a frown. "Well, I dunno... Even wif' big feelin's, I sure feel awful small sometimes, ya know? Like somebody big could squash me under'is boot, ya know? An' like nobody'd notice, like I was some kinda bug or somethin'..." All of this was said with a remarkable calm, thoughtfulness that didn't have any hint of the sadness that should go along with such a sentiment, but she was just... thinking...

[joycethejoyspirit]

Joyce didn’t know what to say for a long while. Yes, she did know. The fairy took both Charlie’s hands in your own. “Charlie, this place, this wonderful island we’re on right now- I know you think you must be having some sort of dream. But you’re not. It’s real. As real and you and me and every other being who has ever found their way here. Some travel from very far away and some seemingly stumble upon the Neverland. But anyone who finds it is welcome to make in their home. You could stay here, if you wanted.”

[a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah]

Charlie flinched back as the girl took her hands, feeling herself start to tremble, but she stood there, staring and doing everything in her power not to just turn and run away as fast as she could... She knew that if she did, she'd just get lost in the jungle. "B-but I don't undahstand... I d-don't know how I got here? It's a d-dream... It h-has ta be... a dream... I c-can't..." She looked away confusedly, pulling her hands away and taking a step backwards, only to slip on the fallen dead leaves and tumble back until she was on her back staring up at the sky through the towering trees. Her lip started to tremble and her eyes filled with tears. What did any of this mean?

[joycethejoyspirit]

“Woah, woah. It’s ok.” Joyce hurried to help the girl. “Are you alright?” She crouched down low in the brush and held out her hand to help Charlie up. “It’s a lot. But a lot doesn’t have to be scary.”

[vesseliiisms-deactivated2023100]

Thomas O’Malley was slinking his way through the city streets when he bumped into someone, more like someone bumped into him. “Woah there little darlin’!” Thomas purred and caught them before they hit the sidewalk. “Want to be careful there, would hate to see someone as lovely as yourself gettin’ hurt from having your head in the clouds!” He set them back on their feet carefully and once he was sure they were composed he winked at them and saluted.

[joycethejoyspirit]

Joyce wouldn’t have denied it. She did have her head in the clouds; this wasn’t anything new. It was a beautiful city in a beautiful world, and she was supposed to be site-seeing after all. Still, Joyce was much more enchanted by the feeling of the cool evening air than any of the monuments or boulevards.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention and I didn’t— I mean, um. “Je ne t’ai pas regardé” She spoke slowly, scrambling through her brain for the french lessons she’d had as a child.

[joycethejoyspirit]

“It’s really not. I can’t believe I even remembered all that.” It seemed awfully silly now too, he’d spoken to her in English before and— It was only then, as he kissed her hand that she realized he’d obviously been flirting. The young woman blushed bright pink. “I-I’m Joyce. It’s very nice to meet you.”

[vesseliiisms-deactivated2023100]

Thomas O’Malley was slinking his way through the city streets when he bumped into someone, more like someone bumped into him. “Woah there little darlin’!” Thomas purred and caught them before they hit the sidewalk. “Want to be careful there, would hate to see someone as lovely as yourself gettin’ hurt from having your head in the clouds!” He set them back on their feet carefully and once he was sure they were composed he winked at them and saluted.

[joycethejoyspirit]

Joyce wouldn’t have denied it. She did have her head in the clouds; this wasn’t anything new. It was a beautiful city in a beautiful world, and she was supposed to be site-seeing after all. Still, Joyce was much more enchanted by the feeling of the cool evening air than any of the monuments or boulevards.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention and I didn’t— I mean, um. “Je ne t’ai pas regardé” She spoke slowly, scrambling through her brain for the french lessons she’d had as a child.

[joycethejoyspirit]

Somewhere in Neverland (starter for @a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah)

“I mean, the very idea that a fairy could fit in the palm of your hand is absolutely ridiculous! There wouldn’t be enough room for all the- well for all the… stuffness. That’s what it is. There’s far too much to a fairy for it to be that small. I wouldn’t be able to fit just my joy into a little size like that. Not to mention all my excitement or any of my anger.”

[a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah]

Charlie shrugged, giving a frown. "Well, I dunno... Even wif' big feelin's, I sure feel awful small sometimes, ya know? Like somebody big could squash me under'is boot, ya know? An' like nobody'd notice, like I was some kinda bug or somethin'..." All of this was said with a remarkable calm, thoughtfulness that didn't have any hint of the sadness that should go along with such a sentiment, but she was just... thinking...

[joycethejoyspirit]

Joyce didn’t know what to say for a long while. Yes, she did know. The fairy took both Charlie’s hands in your own. “Charlie, this place, this wonderful island we’re on right now- I know you think you must be having some sort of dream. But you’re not. It’s real. As real and you and me and every other being who has ever found their way here. Some travel from very far away and some seemingly stumble upon the Neverland. But anyone who finds it is welcome to make in their home. You could stay here, if you wanted.”

[joycethejoyspirit]

Somewhere in Neverland (starter for @a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah)

“I mean, the very idea that a fairy could fit in the palm of your hand is absolutely ridiculous! There wouldn’t be enough room for all the- well for all the… stuffness. That’s what it is. There’s far too much to a fairy for it to be that small. I wouldn’t be able to fit just my joy into a little size like that. Not to mention all my excitement or any of my anger.”

[a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah]

Not me, wanting some kind of Neverland au... geez

[joycethejoyspirit]

I haven’t touched this blog in years but I have been summoned for this singular purpose of helping you manifest your dreams into reality… or at least as much of reality as written fiction is. Which I think is pretty darn close

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

[wheelofmusesarchive]

@joycethejoyspirit​

Wirt paused as he saw the young girl in the woods, wondering if she was lost in the woods too. 

“Look Wirt! There’s a lady!” Greg pointed out that Wirt obvious could see as well.

“Umm…excuse me miss? Are you alright? Are you lost?” Wirt asked the woman with a concerned look.

[wheelofmusesarchive]

Wirt frowned by this. “Are you sure? Often, we thought a place looked like any other place we knew. But…” He turned to the town worriedly. “It wouldn’t hurt just to look down there. Beatrice could be down there. Come on, Greg!” He called out to his little brother before they headed towards the town. 

[joycethejoyspirit]

Joyce ran as fast as her feet could carry her toward the town she was convinced must be home. Tears gathered in her eyes. Suddenly, it seemed as if she had been gone for ages, not simply gotten lost coming home through the woods. Then again, how long had she been gone. Joyce couldn’t seem to remember.

[horrificmemes]

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Reblog or repost and fill out the form all about what your muse would/wouldn’t be brave enough to do. Then tag any friends you’d like to see do it as well! Note that some of these aren’t smart things to do (don’t use Ouija boards or try getting into the Dark Web, bruh) but in this case, bravery and risk are both included.

My muse would …

[ ] Spend the night in a haunted building [ ] Go into a burning/collapsing building to save someone [ ] Take a shortcut through a dark alleyway  [ ] Stay calm with a weapon pointed at them [ ] Be confident defending themselves from an attack [ ] Touch a dangerous exotic animal [ ] Take someone else’s punishment to protect them [ ] Travel to an unknown place by themselves [ ] Spend a night in the woods alone [ ] Witness (or join) a seance [ ] Play a scary video game in the dark alone [ ] Explore a pitch black catacomb with only one light [ ] Contact the spirit of someone they once knew [ ] Spend the night in a cemetery [ ] Sit in a room with one hundred creepy dolls [ ] Hang their feet over the edge of a tall building [ ] Swim in dark, murky waters without being able to touch the bottom [ ] Use or accept a powerful magic spell [ ] Be covered in spiders, snakes, or other insects [ ] Go looking for the source of a mysterious sound late at night [ ] Spend an hour sealed up in a coffin [ ] Go sailing miles from shore without any communication [ ] Use a Ouija board [ ] Go diving in a dark, underwater cave [ ] Climb through a long tunnel just big enough to fit through [ ] Explore a spot where cult rituals were performed [ ] Go walking late at night, alone [ ] Spend the night in a home where someone was murdered [ ] Go surfing on the Dark Web [ ] Play an urban legend game (bloody mary, the midnight man, etc…) [ ] Stay home alone with a suspected killer on the loose [ ] Climb a dangerous mountain where many others have died on their way to the top [ ] Explore ancient ruins where strange things have happened [ ] Touch a supposedly cursed object [ ] Check out a creepy cellar or attic [ ] Cross an unstable bridge over a huge drop [ ] Pick up a hitchhiker in the middle of the night

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joycethejoyspirit​:

No one could blame Joyce for turning their encounter into a game. Forest living was solitary. It wasn’t as if the wildren were much company, and the river spirits had made it clear they weren’t interested in making new friends. It was true the forests were filled with creatures and spirits of all sorts, but it didn’t seem to make Joyce’s existence any less lonely.

She looked down at the young man from from where she sat cross-legged on a limb high atop a tree. “Being chased is much easier when you can skip the running.” The spirit giggled. “That way I don’t worry about tripping over tree roots.”

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Being chased is much easier when you can skip the running.

Merlin allowed himself to exhale a sigh of relief. When he’d noticed her above him in the branches, he’d feared for the briefest of seconds that she’d noticed him using his magic – he hadn’t thought anything of it when he’d decided to shorten his errands by using magic to locate the couple of herbs Gaius had requested – but if the girl herself was also magic, well that changed things considerably.

“No, I suppose you’re right.” He couldn’t force himself to smile; he was still too shaken. “Why are you doing up there anyway?”

[joycethejoyspirit]

“Wouldn’t you spend all your time in the trees if you could. And It’s a good thing I’m able to because I was not kidding earlier,” Joyce rambled on. “I am incredibly clumsy.” A brief thought lingered behind her eyes. It seemed to trouble the spirit for a fraction of a moment. Then it was gone.

“But now I never have to worry about that.” Joyce finally took a pause to look Merlin up and down. She moved herself to a lower branch to be nearer to him.” I’ve seen you in this forest before. I didn’t mean to spy, of course, but— Well I have lots of time to spare, and a pretty small part of the world to spend it in.”