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aswang aesthetic
a shapeshifting monster usually possessing a combination of the traits of either a vampire, a ghoul, a warlock/witch, or different species of were-beast in Filipino folklore or even all of them together. it is the subject of a wide variety of myths and stories. spanish colonists noted that the Aswang was the most feared among the mythical creatures of the philippines, even in the 16th century.
S a n g u i n e b l o o d
“I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.”
cheerfulness, simplicity
Remember, darkness does not always equate to evil, just as light does not always bring good.
P.C. Cast, Betrayed (via wordsnquotes)
Greetings Jabberwocky.
Dark eyes flitted, intrigued. It had been some long years since she tasted the energy of a dark fairy. She maintained a careful distance while craning her neck.
“Well hello there. Looking for something?”
Mab didn’t seem offended by Jabber moving away from her. She could sense the other woman’s heart, she knew she had liked the kiss, she imagined it must be scary to have someone so different from what she had experienced before.
"I’m not like the others,” She promised her and slipped her hand into the Jabberwocky’s, “But if I must wait to gain your trust I will do so. We can… play for now, and we will see about an alliance over time."
The tingle that ran up from her palm as their hands locked together felt as much like a warning as an invitation. But it also stamped into her skin just how little fun she’d had--real fun, not just hunting or traipsing the realms to alleviate boredom.
“Sounds fair,” Jabber said, keeping the hint of skepticism while also gradually relaxing. “What should we start with?”
"There were times those young souls had been one of my biggest." The human sized fairy returned. Those times were long gone. It’s been a while people kept wishing upon her, though who could really blame them.
"What has driven you to seek for fear in this realm besides the obvious?" Blue asked, keeping herself together and yet in a respectful distance to not become another victim of the Jabberwockys power. "I wasn’t expecting to see you, though under the given circumstances I can not say it surprises me."
“Well, you know how it is, Blue. After a while people don’t believe in you, or fear you, quite the way they did before. Their fear grows stale. Not that I’m picky.” A smile one might imagine a fox giving to a chicken appeared on her lips. The Jabberwocky picked up her skirt, a tail-like train of feathers, and fluffed it out while cracking her neck side to side.
“And, I admit, I was curious. How has it been since our Neverland days? Ruling a whole realm? Keep the monsters under your watch?”
Tigerlily by Elentori
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I want her to be Rumpel’s mother so bad…
Yes! Still clinging to this headcanon until canon tells me otherwise. Even then I might enjoy denial.
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//I’ll take better pictures at a later date (hopefully tomorrow), but my camera phone quality is usually depressing. Still, wanted to share my Jabberwocky costume for Halloween. I’m quite pleased with the result. Happy Halloween, dearies!
everyone’s always like “omg coffee shop aus pls” and i’m just like omg:
mr. and mrs. smith - sentence meme pt. 1
“I guess that’s what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning.” "I never told you, but I was married once before." "It was just a drunken Vegas thing." "Oh, that’s better. That’s much better." "Happy endings are just stories that haven’t finished yet." "Your aim’s as bad as your cooking sweetheart…and that’s saying something." "Don’t tell me how to handle my wife." "Tell me you got smart and that you killed that lying bitch." "Guess that was just wishful thinking." "Still alive, baby?" "We have an unusual problem here." "You obviously want me dead, and I’m less and less concerned for your well-being." "Dance with me." "It was just my cover, sweetheart." "Wait, why do I get the girl gun?" "It’s called evasive driving, sweetheart!" "Hiya, stranger." "You burn the picture after you get the assignment! It’s the first thing you learn!" "Oh, I must have missed that lesson. Just like you missed the one about not marrying the enemy!" "If you don’t like them we can take them back." "You’ll get used to them." "That vacation in Aspen, you left early, why?" "Damn, I wanted him." "These fuckers get younger every year." "Any last words?" "The new curtains are hideous." "I thought I told you not to bother me at the office, honey." "I have a thoery, newly developed." "I’m think you killed us." "Why do you care? I was just a cover." "Who says you were just a cover?" "Ask us the sex question." "Oh, look. More desert." "Web of lies!" "I missed you." "That’s the second time you’ve tried to kill me today." "Oh, come on, it was just a little bomb." "Come on, let’s talk about this! You don’t want to go to bed angry!" "What’s new?" "My parents died when I was five. I’m an orphan." "Who was that kind fellow who gave you away at our wedding?" "I can’t believe I brought my real parents to our wedding." "Sweetheart…?" "You want it? It’s yours." "There’s a huge space between us, and it just keeps filling up with everything we don’t say to each other." "Option A: You talk, we listen, no pain. Option B: You don’t talk, I remove your thumbs with my pliers, it will hurt. Option C: I like to vary the details a bit but the punchline is…you die." "Can I have a soda or a juice or…" "Ok, that was a nice shot." "What? You’re looking for a job or something?" "You are the job." "They’re bulletproof!" "We’ll talk about this later." "You saying you had your ass handed to you by some girl?" "You really expect me to roll over and play dead?" "Well, you should be used to it after five years of marriage." "Come to daddy." "Who’s your daddy now?" "We should so not be allowed to buy these." "On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate the happiness of your marriage?" "Tempting but I don’t get out of bed for less than half a million dollars." "I realise you witnessed the Mrs. and I working through a few domestic issues." "That’s regrettable but don’t take that to be a sign of weakness, that would be a mistake on your part." "Maybe it’s not such a good idea to undermine me in front of the hostage - sends a mixed message." "Mistake on your part." "Baby, you couldn’t find the button with both hands and a map."
"Dead." Will replied without hesitation. Right now he’d rather be dead than alive anyway. This life —- it wasn’t living, it was surviving.
A slow smile dawned. "I like a man who has nothing to lose." She angled her head to get a better look at him. "This wouldn't have to do with the queen, would it?"
"I’m not still drunk, am I? What are you doin’ here?"
"Let's just say I'm paying my dues. For the moment.
--here's a more important question:
are you better to me alive, or dead?"
"——I’ll just wait here then."
"Waiting for what, brave knave?"
Greetings Jabberwocky.
Dark eyes flitted, intrigued. It had been some long years since she tasted the energy of a dark fairy. She maintained a careful distance while craning her neck.
"Well hello there. Looking for something?"
Mab grinned at the Jabberwocky’s unasked question. She could feel how happy the other woman was to have someone so willing to touch her, someone unafraid of what she was.
"Is there anything wrong with both?" Mab answered with a playful smirk. "I’ve never been one to say no to either." She leaned in and placed a soft kiss upon the Jabberwocky’s forehead. "And while we are being honest, I think you could use both as well."
She was sure no one had ever given her such a kiss. No lover (which were rare), friend (even rarer) or parent (almost non-existent) had thought or dared to offer the gesture. It felt . . . maternal to her.
Mab's perceptiveness was more potent than she had imagined.
On instinct, Jabber drew away from the kiss. Just a step, not enough to mark a full retreat. "A playmate means fun. I like fun. An alliance is more serious. It entails trust. I respect your noble mission, but I don't trust you." Her coy smile assured the fairy it was nothing personal. "Blame unfortunate past experiences."
