#enchanted objects

[xanaxfarts]

‘Enchanted Objects’ by: Hanne Zaruma

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[rayatii]

Some time ago, me and @itsa-me-cavaradossi were discussing what objects we would turn into if we were victims of the enchantment in Disney's Beauty and the Beast; I speculated that I would get turned into a computer bc I am constantly glued to my laptop (so essentially a 21st century version of Webster from Belle's Magical World), and she theorized that she might just turn into a teapot bc of "the massive amounts of tea [she] consume[s] on a daily basis", and I just decided to draw it 😂

(I'm so sorry for the unimaginative design for you, I don't know what you look like and I wasn't willing to take too many risks 😭)

[thedarkmaidenn]

Make a power pendant with me on this years first Full Moon (in Leo) ☺️

[windvexer]

Ways to contain unwanted magical objects

Completely cover the object in salt. This is likely to erase any enchantment if the object is left covered for several days. Any kind of salt will do.

Wrap the object in an opaque black cloth. This is not likely to erase any enchantments.

Take a box with a lid and paint the interior black. If you are free to do so, place strongly protective and balancing symbols on the exterior, such as the pentagram or equilateral cross. Place the object inside and close the lid. This is not likely to erase any enchantments.

Make a box out of tinfoil, striving to keep each plane as flat and smooth as possible. It may be easier to line a small box with tinfoil. Ensure the shiniest side of the tinfoil reflects within. Of course, it must have a lid. Place the object inside. This is not likely to erase any enchantments.

Bury the object in the earth. Ideally, this is outside in the ground and not a pot of soil. This is likely to erase any enchantment if the object is left there for several days. This is a way of giving the object to the earth, and is also a method of purifying a tool as part of an extended consecration ritual.

[jayswritings13]

Disney: s/o caring for sidekicks for Hades, Facilier, & Beast

Request: "Hiii! :,)) Can i requests these villains (Hades, Facilier and beast) with a Gender Neutral S/O who is like a parent figure for their Minions/imps?" by Anon

Note: I loved writing this!! Especially for the enchanted objects from Beauty and the Beast! I will always have a soft spot in my heart for them!

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Hades

(+ Pain and Panic)

Pain and Panic were both used to be Hades' punching bags, especially since they both were assigned to work for him for eternity.

Or when they died.

Honestly, both had huge bets on that latter happening sooner.

That being said, they were shocked when you actually treated them with respect and like....a person.

Meg didn't even do that during her time with the Lord of the Underworld.

Pain and Panic milk the shit out of your attention.

Something that Hades catches onto too fast and immediately blows up on them about.

"Y'know, babe, when you treat them with respect, they start to expect that."

"You show respect your way and I'll show it mine." you crossed your arms, ignoring the slight snickers from Pain and Panic that erupted below you.

Maybe it was Hades never-ending wrath towards the two imps that spurred on your protectiveness of them.

Maybe it was that they weren't too many other creatures down here to talk to besides Hades and the Fates.

You often checked in with them, asking them how they were, and generally just being friendly towards them.

It drove Hades nuts.

That was also another reason you might've done this, because sometimes bugging Hades is the highlight of your day.

It was a vicious cycle, really.

Hades would blow up on Pain and Panic, which would cause you to be even nicer to them, which would then make Hades even more pissed.

"Listen, we appreciate this and all, but you don't gotta keep doing this." Pain said, as Panic nodded.

"But you two deserve some decency." You said, "I mean, you not all of those horrible things Hades calls you."

"Wait.....Really?" Panic asked

"Well, I mean you guys have your moments, but you're not that terrible." You said, "I mean, you guys are pretty fun to talk to down here."

Dr. Facilier

(+ Voodoo dolls, Lawrence, and Shadow)

Facilier and the Shadow were a two-for-one deal that you never even knew that you really signed up for.

Facilier never would admit it, but he did care for his shadow very much.

After all, it was basically an extension of him.

The same could be said for the voodoo dolls, as those were the first dolls that he's had since he started practicing Voodoo.

So he definitely wanted you to respect and get along with them, often pushing your thoughts and feelings out of you pretty early on.

"They're nice and all, Faci." You said, glancing over at the shadow as it crept closer and closer towards Facilier and yourself. "Why do you keep asking me that?"

"Just curious....."

Luckily for you, Shadow loved to gossip, and often played charades to convey what he was trying to say.

The Voodoo dolls weren't into that as much, as they were happy to have another person around to admire them.

Though, when you came in one afternoon from town, you weren't expecting an elderly man chatting to Facilier.

"Hello."

"This is no time for small talk, Larry," Facilier scolded before he flashed you a smile.

Over the next day or two, you took note of how often Lawrence came around. Not that you minded of course.

As based on the very limited conversations between the two of you, you noted how polite and respectful he was, despite that deep-seated rage underneath

"Do you think that this plan will work......?"

"Listen, I learned that it's better to trust the process." You said, glancing over at Lawrence.

"......eh, okay...." Lawrence said, "Excuse me, I just have a lot riding on this."

"Yeah, uh, I could tell," You said, eyeing the empty jar in his hands. "But it should work out as long as you stick to the plan."

"Ah, it's really nice to have someone else to talk to about this......stuff," Lawrence said. "So, thank you."

"Ah, it's no issue. You're not the only one who wants to talk to someone else about non-Voodoo-related things, Lawrence." You smiled.

Beast

(+ Lumière, Cogsworth, Mrs. Potts, Chip, etc...)

Of course, you adored the enchanted household objects.

They welcomed you in right away, often checking in on you to see how you were adjusting to the castle and other aspects of this new life.

Due to their very friendly and nice nature, you quickly befriended the various enchanted objects you came across, especially those that have become regulars in your new life.

Breakfast with Chip, afternoon tea with Mrs. Potts and Chip, and dinner with Cogsworth and Lumière.

"So what's today's special breakfast?" You smiled down at the small teacup, who excitedly hopped over to the part of the table where you were.

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise!"

"Okay, okay." You laughed.

It didn't take long for Beast to notice this and grow angry over the fact that you had a better relationship with his servants than him, often calling Cogsworth in for 'meetings'.

Though most of the time it was Beast ranting, Cogsworth apologizing, and when Mrs. Potts joined, her scolding Beast for taking it out on them instead of trying to make an effort.

Luckily for you, Lumière spilled everything to you later on, much to Cogsworth's dismay.

".....so, I told the master to be pa-"

"DON'T TELL THEM THAT!" Cogsworth shrieked.

"Well, it's true!!" Lumière huffed, "You were there mon ami!"

As much as the enchanted objects tried to make you feel at home, welcome, and taken care of, you often went out of your way to make their days better, even if small.

Though, you could always count on Mrs. Potts to set them straight and calm any fight down.

You saw how hard they worked and wanted to make sure that their hard work didn't go unnoticed.

"You all deserve a break." You said, once you were able to round up the four of them, "You all work so hard and all, so take a break."

"Mademoiselle, I assure you that we can-"

"But, you're our guest. You shouldn't have to do that for us. We can d-"

"We appreciate that, but-" Mrs. Potts said.

"No, 'buts'." You said, taking a moment to look at the objectors---Lumière, Cogsworth, and Mrs. Potts---before turning to Chip, with a grin. "Make sure that they actually relax on this break. I'm counting on you, Chip." You said, causing a huge smile to break out across the tiny teacup's face.

[marlynnofmany]

Enchanted

“Where is she?”

Silence filled the street while the large man turned to regard the girl who pointed a wavering sword at his face. She was barely out of childhood, no more prepared for battle than for the winter night; her dress looked cold, and the fluffy red scarf was surely not enough.

Another man might have felt sympathy. This one felt only scorn. He unsheathed a knife and swatted the sword aside with a sneer.

The girl yelped, barely keeping her grip on it. Another voice muttered urgently for her to withdraw.

“Is that a talking sword?” the man asked, taking an interest. “Where did you get a thing like that?”

The girl stepped back and made to answer him, that same voice urging her to run, but the man was too quick. He switched hands and struck the blade again, this time shoving a forearm against the girl’s chest as he did so. She tumbled to the ground. The sword fell at his feet.

“Well hello,” the man said as he picked it up. “What have you got to say to me?”

The girl scrambled to her feet, furious. “Give that back!”

Strangely enough, that same voice was still coming from her direction, slightly louder now. Was she carrying something else ensorcelled? The scabbard at her side was empty, though the small bag he’d missed at first glance could hold any number of things.

“Drop the bag,” the man said, pointing the sword and holding the dagger high. “Be quick about it, and I’ll let you go.”

With a cry of anger, the girl whipped her scarf off and threw it at his face.

The man ducked, laughing, then he felt something soft wrap around his throat and squeeze.

He stabbed backward with the dagger, but hit nothing. Dropping the sword to pull at the cloth choking him, he spun to find his attacker. Nothing. The cloth wound tighter. He sliced at it, only to see the end of the red scarf pull back and wrap around his wrist.

Another voice, a new one, hissed in his ear. “You sleep now.”

The last thing the man saw before passing out was the girl picking up the sword from where he’d dropped it.

When he collapsed, she stepped back and waited a cautious moment before approaching.

“Get the dagger first,” suggested the first voice, from the direction of the scabbard.

“Is he dead?” the girl asked as she did so.

“Not yet,” replied the scarf. “Do you want him to be?”

“No,” she said quickly. “I just want to get your magician back.”

“At this point,” said the scabbard, “I think she’s your magician too.”

The girl blushed as the scarf unwound from the man’s neck and scampered back to her like a ferret. “She doesn’t even like me,” she protested.

“She’ll like you fine when you mount a rescue,” the scabbard pointed out.

“Hey,” called a third voice from her bag. “I have a picture to show you.”

The girl settled the scarf about her own neck and removed a leather-bound notebook from the bag. It opened of its own accord to show a sketch of the girl herself, smiling as she turned away.

The girl was shocked. “Is this her memory? You said you never shared those!”

“Seemed worth a lie,” the book said. “Just to get us all on the same page.”

“Ha!” said the scabbard.

“Thank you. Now if there are no objections…” The book flipped to a different page, this one showing three men in clothes like the one on the ground, loading a blanket-wrapped form into a carriage. A red X formed over one of the men. “We still have two kidnappers to find and a rescue to plan.”

The girl nodded, swallowing hard. “Right. What should we do?”

“Go through his pockets,” said the scabbard.

“Let me know if you need me to choke him again,” added the scarf.

“If there aren’t any clues,” the book said as it closed with a snap, “You passed a good spot to climb onto that roof. We can wait for his friends to find him.”

“Then throw me at them.”

“Yes, then she’ll throw you at them.”

The girl put the book back into her bag. “Works for me,” she said.

By the time the second kidnapper found the first, he was missing his belt, dagger sheath, money, and dignity.

This kidnapper didn’t expect to get a scarf flung at him either. 

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Thanks for the idea, @bookwyrmie! I love it when a what-if conversation turns into a story.

[eclectic-snowwitch]

POV: What it’s like having a powerful witch for a cousin.

Me: *walks inside*

Eliana: Ahhh omg I missed you sooo much ahhh! Omg wow, you’re like me!!! We share similar gifts! That’s cool!!

Me: *nervous laughter* Why am I scared right now?

Eliana: Becauae the shared power is a lot LOL

Me: Ahh okay...

Eliana: Come come! Let’s have tea.

Me: *Drinks Tea* WHAT THE HECK?! THIS TEA SLAPS. BEST TEA WHAT THE HECK?!

Eliana: oh yeah btw, everything in the house is enchanted!! Might be why? Or it might just be the brown sugar LOL

Me: