LIGHT / FANTASTIC

UNDER CONSTRUCTION

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birdsfed‌:

 mary  poppins  continued  to  dig  through  her  bag,  pushing  aside  her  lights  and  pillowcases  and  bowls  in  her  search  for  the  little  item  she  wanted  to  give  him.            ❝  oh,  pish  posh.  i  know  i’ve  given  you  a  fine  adventure.  but  i  intend  to  give  this  to  you  as  a  reminder  of  that  adventure.  i’ll  have  none  of  your  modest  whinging.  ❞

 and  then  she  was  quiet,  for  she  had  found  precisely  what  she  had  wanted  to  find.  with  a  pleased  twitch  of  her  lip,  she  pulled  out  a  small,  square  box,  covered  on  every  side  with  soft,  purple  velvet.  a  small  piece  of  paper  was  tied  to  it  with  pink  ribbon.  on  it  was  written,  in  mary  poppins’  curly  handwriting:  jack.  for  your  next  grand  adventure.  mary  poppins.

 content,  she  shut  her  bag  and  straightened  up,  prying  open  the  box  carefully  so  as  not  to  disturb  the  letter.  inside  lay  a  gold  angelus  chronodato  watch.  the  watch  face  was  a  miniature  spitting  image  of  big  ben’s  own,  and  in  the  center  was  a  small  silhouette  of  jack.  she  offered  it  to  him.            ❝  this,  i  believe,  is  yours.  it  has  your  name  on  it.  ❞

“ So it does .... so it does. ” The parcel is taken gently from Mary’s hands, Jacks own holding it as if it might be the most fragile thing in the whole world. A gift from Mary Poppins herself is a rarity he’s sure ---  a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence that he ought to appreciate (and he does, immensely, even though he hasn’t opened it yet).

He’s not sure he wants to open it. If he does, it means Mary Poppins will have completely fulfilled what she came here to do and could take her leave whilst he’s tearing into the neatly wrapped gift. If he waits, he can watch her go, say a final (proper) goodbye as she lifts up into the sky, unless she doesn’t expect him to open it at all. Not until the next grand adventure, whatever (wherever, whenever) that may be. 

He looks to her for clues, thumb mindlessly running along the ribbon holding the package together, eyes searching hers for some sort of indication, and then he decides right there that he can’t wait for the next adventure to see what Mary has given him. Paper is torn gently, the ribbon he was thumbing looped around his wrist, and he’s admiring the craftsmanship. It’s beautiful. 

A few tears prick in his eyes, hues awash with bittersweet emotion. 

“ For my next grand adventure.... thank you, Mary Poppins. ” 

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ncwherebutup‌:

“Father and Aunt Jane had sent us out to the park,” Quite a jovial sounding response, followed by a bright smile. “I saw you passing through on your bike.” (And of course he couldn’t help but temporarily run off from his brother and sister’s sights to say hello).

“ Sent you out for some fresh air, did they? A wise decision. ” Arms stretch out wide (one foot planted firmly on the ground so Jack doesn’t topple over), a grin spreading from cheek to cheek.  “ It’s a beautiful day ! ”

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It's late as fuck but it's Valentine's day so I wanted to let @leeriespeak @birdsfed and @tomakepeace know that I love them with all my gay little heart ♡

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There’s been constant + lengthy power outages here so that’s why i havent been here

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            #TOMAKEPEACE ––––– CANON MUSES / ORIGINAL MUSES / RULES / TEMPLATE CREDIT .

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@birdsfed and I are mains now, thanks for coming to my TED talk

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A gentle tug at Jack’s jacket alerts him to the presence of a small (yet very beloved) friend of his. “ Little Georgie Banks! What brings you here, eh? ”

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 mary  poppins  could  count  on  one  hand  how  many  people  remembered  her  magic  after  she  left.  it  seemed  bert  had  taught  him  well,  and  played  her  right  into  his  memories,  where  he  was  never  to  lose  her.  she  felt  bittersweetness  curling  around  the  edge  of  her  jaw,  and  she  lifted  her  chin,  looking  back  up  at  the  trees.  she  didn’t  look  unhappy  about  it             but  she  didn’t  look  happy  either.

 ❝ i  was  admiring  the  cherry  trees,  ❞            she  said,  as  thought  she  hadn’t  heard  what  he  said.  she  never  acknowledged  what  she  didn’t  think  needed  acknowledging.            ❝  they  seem  to  have  blossomed  a  good  deal  since  i  arrived.  ❞            whether  she  meant  since  she  had  arrived  in  london,  or  since  she  had  been  standing  here,  was  unclear.

 after  a  moment,  she  blinked,  and  her  gaze  cleared.  stepping  back,  she  crouched  down,  snapping  her  bag  open  and  looking  through  it.            ❝  don’t  run  away  just  yet.  i  have  something  for  you.  ❞

Bert had always told him that Mary Poppins worked in mysterious ways, and her approach towards questions was no less so. He’d seen her reflect the children’s questioning with vague ( yet somehow wise ) answers, and, as Mary changed the subject completely as they looked up at the blossoms, He realized the approach was no different for adults.

She didn’t need to answer his inquiry, because the answer was clear as day. In a few moments she would leave again, but her mark on Cherry Tree Lane would remain firmly-set as it had the first time she arrived. Perhaps, the adults would not remember and perhaps with time, the Banks children would grow up  to fancy their time with Mary as Make Believe, but Jack could never forget.

“ You don’t have to give me anything. You gave me a mighty fine adventure miss Poppins and I can’t ask for much more than that. ”

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@leerielit  liked  the  call  for  mary  poppins.

 mary  knew  her  time  was  coming.  the  banks  family  had  disappeared  into  the  crowd  half  a  minute  ago,  and  she  stood  looking  at  the  trees:  the  pinks  and  greens  that  blossomed  on  their  branches.  the  cherry  trees  had  finally  opened  to  michael  and  his  family.  their  home  was  safe.  and  yet  she  stood,  her  carpetbag  settled  at  her  feet,  her  umbrella  clutched  in  both  hands,  her  gloved  thumb  running  across  the  handle.  out  of  the  corner  of  her  eye,  she  saw  someone  approaching.  she  knew,  as  she  always  did,  who  it  was.  after  all             she  had  been  waiting  for  him.  with  a  twinkle  in  her  eye,  she  turned  to  face  jack.            ❝  hello,  jack.  i  see  you’ve  come  to  enjoy  the  festivities.  let  me  stop  you  a  moment.  ❞

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He knew this moment would come, and when the Banks children strolled off hand-in-hand with their father and aunt, Jack knew Mary Poppins would be taking her leave. He didn’t rush to find her, he knew full well if she had something final to say, she would wait. If she didn’t, then off into the sky she would go. 

Apparently, Mary had chosen the former. She stood amongst the cherry trees, back turned, waiting for him to approach. He takes his time, hands tucked into his pockets and feet kicking at the gravel pathway, a subtle effort at getting Mary to stay just a bit longer ‘till he reaches her side. 

“ It’s time, ain’t it? ”

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WHERE YOU CAN FIND SHEEPIE (aka sheepie needs to stop making blogs before it’s too late)

@taxitm KIT SNICKET (semi-active) @starsmoved DUALMUSE (under construction, semi-active) @craackle​ GRAY / CRACKLE (active) @leerielit JACK (semi-active)

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YO??? IT’S BEEN A YEAR???

what the hecky? it’s been (1) whole year since i’ve made this blog? and i’m still HERE??? holy shit!!!! this blog has made me learn so much. what with getting photoshop, learning more about myself and this wonderful character, and making some wonderful friends!

normally i wouldn’t do this sort of thing but i love my friends for different reasons so i’m going to call some of them out individually bc i love them. get fucked ya’ll.

@dcntsaygoood / @mostlydadlads / @liitlechocolatiier

my fellow rat, you are like family to me at this point i cant even lie. i have basically talked to you like every day for the past 6 months (which is just absolutely wild to me) and i hope that we can keep talking for a long ass time. i have had more fun talking on the phone w you and laughing about fucking big bad beetleborgs and playing shitty childrens games than anything else for the past year. your muses are all so interesting, and even though ours aren’t always compatible i will stan them forever. wether they’re active or inactive. i know it’s kind of pathetic, but you’re one of my closest friends and i love and adore you so goddamn much. rats, we’re rats. we’re the rats.

@corpsemade / @chromaiggia

tbh i don’t even remember when we became mutuals. i can’t even lie about how i was lowkey intimidated by you at first. all i can remember is that we first started talking because i saw phantom and i messaged you and said that The Green Bitch Witch is going to adopt this man that’s both twice her age and height. and ever since then i’ve honestly adored talking to you. you have such a refreshing dedication to your erik and it’s so fucking good. we only REALLY started talking within the past few months and i hope that our friendship will keep on growing :) oh! and thank you for my theme! you absolute fucking god.

@unelectedofficial

it often freaks me out how we are actually our muses. how i live in the west and you live in the east, how i often feel this weird sort of protectiveness whenever you start talking to boq writers, how i’m always dead inside. you are my seester. and that is final. however if you ever try to steal my spellbook again you can catch these green hands. i love you tho.

@asprastra

your writing is absolutely astounding. i love your portrayals of all of your muses and how excited you always get when talking about them. you are also the borle archive and i love and respect that. like god i wish that were me. i am so happy to be both a borle bro, and an egg with you, and i hope our friendship grows more and more. <3

if i didn’t single you out, i don’t mean anything against you. It’s probably because I’m too tired to actually put a sentence together. but that doesn’t mean i hate you! or dislike you in any way, shape, or form! in fact…

these people are those who i would LOVE to get to know more! we’re mutuals, and we aren’t super close yet, but i still love them and i want to become better friends. i’m sorry i’m awkward.

@avinkusprince @vatrushka-salt @labyrinthguardian @uplandia @pvperfaces @leerielit @flxbber @goodnessmarked @forresttm @kcnsasborn @improvstyle @viibrato

and then, of course, YOU! THE ONE READING! thank you for following- hell, just looking at my things! i would tag you all… seeing as there are now 665 of you (HOLY SHIT). but thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! i love you all,, and never forget to defy gravity. 💚💚

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“ Well i’ll be! I don’t think i’ve ever seen anything quite like it! ”

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He’s seen plenty of odd things in his life, but never has he witnessed a young lady clad in fancy dress attempting to climb up a lamp pole. It’s amusing to be sure, but she could get hurt.

“ Pardon me miss ,  maybe it’s just me but I don’t think that’s a wise decision to be making. ”

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fiightcr‌:

             a frown.        ❛    I dunno whatcha tryn'a achieve here, pal,     but I’m not cryin’ in front of a stranger, no matter how cute.  ’

A strong one, she is. Prideful too. Still, refusing to cry in front of a stranger doesn’t mean she’s not sad. He hates seeing people sad.

“ I don’t expect you to cry in front of me ,  but at least take it. It’ll do you good when you do cry alright ? ”

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THE ENTIRE MARY POPPINS RPC DROPPED OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH WHILE I WAS GONE 

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Go ahead and give this a little like for a starter !  Mutuals only, please !

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               LEERIES TRIP THE LIGHTS AND LEAD THE WAY ! 

                    ( as loved by Sheepie )