naughty & nice

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@peachyxdoll​ | coraline

Throughout his ancient life, he’d witnessed his fair share of the extraordinary. He now relegated his days to rebuilding the royal library, collecting ancient tomes and scrolls that would have the answers to any question his king could think of. A yellow cockatiel warbled on his shoulder as he repaired the binding of an old, leathery textbook titled: The Worlds Man Cannot See. 

“Of course I believe in it,” he stammered. “Must I remind you that not only was I kidnapped and taken to one of those worlds? Really, you have to keep an open mind about these matters!” 

The cockatiel flew off to one of the many branches winding in and out of the walls -- perfect for all his rare birds and parrots to climb on. Merlin turned around, surprised to see someone else. “I was, erm, talking with the bird,” he said. “I’m afraid the library is closed while under repair, so you’ll have to return another time. As you can see, we’re falling apart at the seams...” Merlin gestured to the crumbling scaffolding and furniture that’d been damaged during the wedding fiasco. Even before the wedding, the library had left much to be desired. 

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@stvrbrvght​ ; wendy

Out of a container meant to hold playing cards, a series of photographs tumbled out. The Polaroids were smeared with Halloween Town’s ashen graveyard dirt, and were sticky from the residue of half-melted candy corn. Each photo featured a scraggly blonde, tear-stricken and bloated around the eyes as though he was begging for dear life. “Jeebers! Don’tcha hate it when you reach for the wrong pack of cards?” she said. The mercenary wasn’t properly wearing her mask, a green witch’s face with a pointed chin. Instead of concealing her face, she had it worn on the back of her head -- almost as though she had two faces, that of herself and that of the witch. “I, uh, wouldn’t worry about this little photoshoot here. These are what us professionals call the proof shots.”  

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@turn-of-the-cards​

Sister Madeline’s was a tavern already home to a more unsavory crowd, but tonight they were rowdier than normal. It seemed like everyone and their mother had a score to settle after the royal wedding. The sudden surplus of jobs for the tavern’s mercenary clientele was cause to celebrate! Shock wasn’t even drunk when she climbed onto the bar counter. (The bartender, of course, sighed as her boots impacted graveyard dirt all over the counter). 

Shock completely ignored the bartender’s sighs as her boots left graveyard dirt all over the bar counter. “To my merry band of drunken delinquents -- a poem to celebrate the occasion! Stolen from a Camelot bard whose tongue has mysteriously gone missing, I give you...my new manifesto. AHEM !!!”  

“When I am in a sober mood, I worry, work, and think; When I am in a drunken mood, I gamble, fight, and drink. But when my moods are over, and my time has come to pass; I hope they bury me upside down, so the world can kiss my ass!"

The rowdy crowd roared with laughter, and a mug of ale was practically thrust into her hands. The Halloween Townian winked as she climbed down from the bar: “And that, my friend, is how you earn a free drink at Sister Madeline’s.” 

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@whitesctin​ ; mab

“Too bad it’s not for cooking omelets,” he muttered. Having a darling wife moonlighting as an enchantress meant that rare ingredients were sometimes called for. Jessica normally wouldn’t send him out on such a quest. However, small patches of eczema had cropped up on their infant daughter’s face and there was a healing ointment that called for one egg of the great snowbird. One hand wrapped around the tree for support as the other reached for one of the crystal eggs twinkling in its nest. 

CRACK!

The branch he’d balanced on snapped. And down, down the whole tree did the winter faerie plummet. Most faeries would flutter their wings, but he wasn’t like most faeries: he was wingless. Among their kind it was at its best a disfigurement, and at its worst a disgrace. 

He shouted in surprise as he fell -- hands desperately fighting to grip onto supporting branches as he tumbled. It wasn’t any use, he landed atop of someone that he hoped was Phil. But unfortunately, the person he landed on felt too significantly deprived of fur to be a yeti. Kris rolled out of the snowbank that’d cushion his fall, and knelt on his hands and knees to catch his breath. “Phil, if that’s you under snowbank...just shout ‘arghbal’!” 

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@eidolcn​ ; ikaros

Shock was so deeply intertwined with the criminal underbelly of the kingdoms that she couldn’t separate herself from it. The mercenary life is one of always running, always looking over your shoulder. If she ever stopped -- even to catch her breath -- then her past would catch up to her. And so, she dug herself into a deeper and deeper hole with each passing day. 

Behind her pale green witch’s mask, her voice was laden with false sympathy. “Yeah, the doctor’s out,” she said. A stolen stethoscope was draped around her neck, and she rifled through a jar of lollipops balanced against the crook of her arm. Two plastic surgeon caps were wrapped around the gifted’s shoes, squeaking and crinkling with each step she took. “Not permanently -- he just needed a little scare.”  she said. She offered a green lollipop the same shade as her mask.  “Cavity catalyst?”  

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ooc: hey guys !!! i dropped a lot of muses & will most likely be dropping a lot of threads in order to regroup and reorganize. (but don’t worry! if you’re currently waiting on an open starter or reply to a closed thread we haven’t gone far in, those won’t be dropped!) i now have santa, merlin, the queen of hearts, and your moldy lil gal shocklene to interact with!

you can like this post for an active starter from any of them!  and we’ll see how the adventure goes from here! 💀🎺 

[konichan-7]

Dilireba in Dolce and Gabbana at the Milan Fashion Week.

[team-boulet]

[jay-dee]

[cpycat-deactivated20200715]

december, you’re the present ‘neath my christmas tree. yeah, yeah. my heart’s in a whirl, i love, i love, i love my little calendar girl. every day (every day), every day (every day)…of the year.

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@moldedmemories

[anatsaja]

[mikaeled]

Hannah John-Kamen in Killjoys S01E06

[faye-chamberlain]

You’re lucky I came a t  a l l .

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marenax·:

event liner  —  closed for @navghtyxnice  ♡

❛❛ I know a royal wedding is a cause for celebration, but honestly, it feels like they’ll just let anyone in. If I see another ex fling of mine, I might just have to end myself. ❜❜

“Right?” she said. Odile hadn’t felt completely herself since the full moon, and just about every aspect of the wedding made her upset. “Have these wenches never been to a wedding?” she snapped. “Coming here in stupid ballgowns, like it’s...some competition to upstage the bride.”  

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(( ooc: just a small notice that i’m heading to bed now, but i’ll be around tomorrow to comb through everyone’s open starters for the event! <3 more merlin, kris, odile, and shock content will be coming soon to an activity notification near you! :D ))

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moldedmemories·:

“We don’t talk about the beard.” She’d make her way back to him and giggle at the persistence of little Holly. “And honestly, Sugar Bear, maybe it’s her way of showing that she likes it.” 

There would be no talk of the water proof eye spiders since she had the correct armor to combat those tears. The endless supply of tissues and the help of a very dear and sweet Queen. With Holly in his left arm, she’d snake his right one to drape upon her shoulders in a picture perfect moment. She’d rest her head upon his shoulder and sigh. “Holly Bernadette, you leave your papa alone or we’ll have to give you your nap early, you hear missy.” The baby talk would, of course, fill the moment.

This moment is what they’d always wanted. Living together, united by their growing family -- it’d been a shared dream since their carefree days playing house as children. And for so long, they’d believed that becoming guardians required them to sacrifice that dream. But the blonde bundle of joy in their arms? Holly had restored their faith in their ability to rebuild a family of their own. (Even if she regularly tore out chunks of her new Papa’s beard.) “Do you hear that, Holly? Your mama drives a hard bargain!” he said. Holly unfurled her chunky, little fist and pressed it against his smile. He pretended to nibble at her fingers, and it was hard to hold back a laugh himself as his little girl burst into giggles. “We were talking while you were in bathroom,” he said. “And Holly agrees it was beautiful ceremony.” The faerie was so blissfully happy, his Evike accent was a touch stronger than usual. “Young love, right?” 

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crystallizedwings​:

@navghtyxnice​

“Merlin, where are you going?” Arthur asked. He stood in an open room with more lights than he ever could’ve imagined and various other props, crowns, portraits, and chairs for the photographer to pull from. Arthur knew they would have to take official portraits of the wedding day, but he didn’t quite realize all the effort it would take. He watched as the photographer captured a portrait of Guinevere and her parents and Arthur realized –

“I need to have my picture taken with you too.”

Merlin had an answer for everything. Even when he didn’t know the proper answer, he could still spend the better half of an hour waxing poetic about the beauty of the unknown. But here stood Arthur, inviting him into a family portrait, and he didn’t have a word to say. He lowered the hamster cage teeming with mice -- many of which, squeaked at the faerie in a rage. Finally, he laughed and said a softspoken: “With me?”