#& stephen

[witchystufforwhatnot]

I was re listening to some songs I used to love at like 12-13 and I’ve realised 3 things:

I’ve always been angry at the system.

It’s genuinely not a fucking shock I’m a witch.

I’ve always loved songs with screaming in them. Like just a blood curdling scream at some point in the song.

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@wearenotthesameasyesterday // wonka & stephen

"Historically, goblins are much brighter than children." That wasn't much of a feat, but still, a mark in their favor. The comment framed with a kind of deadpan undercurrent that question whether he was sure he really wanted the latter back, considering. To each their own, he supposed.

"The Goblin King's reign over the labyrinth is absolute, and over all in it whom he owns." Head tilted, hands folded atop the cane in front of him; seemingly only fractionally listening as he watched oompa loompas scurry about across the river that wound through the factory like busy little bees.

But Jareth didn't own it yet, did he. Not until the chime of the clock sealed the contract and the transfer of ownership was irrevocable. Neither the child, nor the soon-to-be previous owner of said child, yet belonged to him. The latter simply need recognise the illusion of power to shatter it.

"Reality is but a product of unchallenged belief." A cryptic key could still turn a lock, if used correctly. Unlike his own very different machinations, Jareth's employment of the finer points of confirmation bias were as easily torn through as swiping a hand over a fogged window; hinged on the belief in his absolute power. It was just almost never realised in time.

Misplacing a child and then being given time to simply realise that all you need do to retrieve it was to tilt the mask instead of blindly accepting illusion for truth, made it a character flaw to lose the game and forfeit the child by default.

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“We’re both so exhausted we can’t even argue about not being exhausted.” for elsa from dr. Strange

The click of ice-heel on the floor as she stepped through the portal back into the Sanctum, and the sound made her remember she was still dressed entirely in frost and ice. Elsa waved a hand, both vanishing it and turning it to a green dress in the image of one she owned at home. While she had been more than happy to help, he was also right. Evidently this world saw much more action than hers.

Well. Now a version of Marshmallow lived on a small ice fortress in the middle of the Hudson river, much to the delight of locals after his help thwarting the threat.

"Your friends are very-- interesting." She answered as she all but fell into a chair with a smile. Banner, in particular. She knew what it was like to be afraid of what you were capable of. He'd been kind enough to her. Still, it had been exhausting. "Is this a regular occurrence here?"

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“you know me! and the fact that you still think i’d do that hurts the most.” (for Elsa from Stephen)

Everything hung in suspended animation, the whole of Arendelle frozen and still; the sea, the city, the people. Everything snap frozen in a moment of anger and betrayal. All except him. Since returning, she had unlocked the rest of her; learning that her power wasn't just a gift; she WAS magic, and the recent attempt to strip her of it had resulted in a clap back that had frozen all of her world.

It couldn't be taken from her without killing her.

"I thought I did." Had she been terribly wrong? The only thing different was him. His arrival coincided with something trying to erase her powers as if they could be divorced from her. As he had once said he could do.

"Did you try to do this?" Rather than just a question, it was a desperate request for a denial; cold steam rising from her hands at her sides. "You were the one who said you could." One step, then two; two towering creations similar to Marshmallow rising behind him, rage spinning out into being.

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@wearenotthesameasyesterday (x)

Take them from her. Before everything that had happened, she would have asked him to. Part of her wanted to ask him to anyway. But she didn't, for now. Even if she couldn't get home yet, when she did, she might need that magic. If Hans' brothers had decided to strike in her absence.

The cloak moving of its own accord put a stop to an answer anyway. Only a blink, though, before she took it in stride and reached out to 'shake'.

"I've never met anyone like me." She assumed he had created the cloak in the same way she had created Olaf and Marshmallow, shooting it a smile as it returned to him. 

Not even a blink this time as he moved again. Nothing was odd when someone else was magic too, she supposed.

"I don't know." She said after a beat, realizing it was the truth. For all the years she had spent in her rooms, when presented with the opportunity to go somewhere even further than how far she had already come, suggestion failed her. "I've only seen Arendelle, the sanctum and here."

[rattiekins]

STEPHEN AND ALEC ARE UP IN MY MUSES PAGE, I’LL UPDATE THE VERSES PAGE TOMORROW