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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 7 months

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𓅨 Eros: Chapter Three

Eros: Married to Dream of the Endless, you find yourself sent back in time to Ancient Greece where you, unfortunately, meet Oneiros. Fresh off a divorce and drowning the sorrows of his son’s death by indulging in the Panathenaia, you find yourself trapped beneath the lustful gaze of your future husband. In your defense, he seduced you first…

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material.

To Note: Morpheus x Wife!Reader, Time Travel, Oneiros is used for AncientGreek!Morpheus.

Word Count: ~2.9k

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You’d stayed behind as the girls headed off to enjoy some time with the men who had charmed them. Most of the festivities had moved to the Parthenon, so you were surrounded by quietness and the sounds of waves. Finding yourself among halls that were usually filled with chattering people, beautiful people, you found yourself missing the Dreaming and your friends there. You needed a drink.

Striding to a table with a jug of wine, you poured yourself a health cup before guzzling it in one go. The alcohol wouldn’t go to your head, you could drink all the wine in Greece and you wouldn’t get drunk. A sobering thought. There was nothing to take the edge off your emotions. Just as you poured your second cup, you felt his presence behind you.

“You are still missing the festivities, my lord,” You softly spoke, putting the jug of wine to the side. Then you turned around, only to find Oneiros standing directly behind you, now in front of you. He stared down at you, amusement in his eyes.

“And still you think you know myself better than I,”

“Have you considered the possibility that I might?” You challenged. His eyes flashed a silver glow.

“You dare—” Your hands raised to cradle his face, cutting the Endless off. From your heavenly touch or from the look in your eyes, the Endless didn’t know what had caused him to abruptly hold his tongue.

“I do, because you are hurting,” you said straight to his face, your fingers lightly stroking his jaw line. “You are hurting, and you are angry, but you haven’t let those emotions out. It’s festering.”

“And what do you propose I do, since you think to tell me what I feel?” Oneiros coldly questioned, already very much in love with your fleeting touch. Yet you were testing his tolerance in this moment.

“If you are so bold, tell me what will remedy my troubles.”

“Take all your anger and pain out on me," you offered with a glimmer within your eyes. Surely that would take some of the stress off, even from yourself. It wasn’t like you were cheating on your husband, since he was your husband… you just hadn’t married him yet… he’d also been relentlessly seducing you. This wouldn’t entirely be on you. “It’d be a shame for me to miss out on the true delights of this festival, yes?” The glow within Oneiros’ eyes shifted from warning to lustful, and you caressed his cheek once more, slowly withdrawing the touch he so craved. “Or do you wish to resume your sulking—” You were cut off the moment Oneiros moved, the Endless lunging forward to press you back against the table behind you. Caught off guard, your hand came dangerously close to spilling the jug of wine and only narrowly missed smashing your cup. Hovering over you, Oneiros stared down into your face intently, his fingers dangerously close to pulling the pins from your shoulders.

“I doubt you are prepared for the entirety of my desires,” he informed you, his eyes drinking in the way your hair settled around you. Between the silk fabric draped around your body to reveal your delicious curves and the scent of oils wafting from your skin, Oneiros was barely holding himself back. The moment he had with you alone in the bathhouse had tortured his mind since you left him hard and wanting. You lay perfectly still beneath him, though the Endless standing between your legs made your body ache.

“You seem rather confident with your words.” You said breathlessly.

“You have given me permission to use you.” Oneiros spoke to you, his face slowly drawing closer and closer. “I would tread with caution, little one.” Caution? Says the being that had been relentlessly pursuing you for nearly a week.

“And I’m waiting,” You were either a very brave human, or entirely foolish to instigate an Endless… but nonetheless, Oneiros could no longer hold himself back and dove in. A hand burrowed into your mess of hair and pulled your head back, exposing your neck and lifting your lips to his every whim and desire. The moment his cold lips roughly pressed against yours, you let out a whimper. You missed the intimacy of simply kissing your husband, and it had only been a week since you ended up there. This Morpheus might not be yours, but he was close enough.

He, of course, feasted on that precious sound from your lips. He ravaged your lips with a ferocity you’d never experienced with him before but were entirely delighted to receive. Urgent. Passionate. Unrestrained. There was nothing that Oneiros held back from you. He devoured you, indulging in the softness of your lips, tasted the wine that lingered from your drink only a minute prior, and all too easily convinced your lips to part.

Lips parted and stardust exploded within you, sparking a desperation that only had you kissing back harder. His tongue teased your lower lip, blooming pleasure, before pushing deeper to capture your own. Your true taste was sweet, sweeter than what he’d imagined while you slept at night, sheltered from his desire by nothing but the sheet that covered your body. How many nights had he simply watched rather than take? To many he’d spent in the shadows of your room rather than indulging in others. This night wouldn’t be yet another.

When you lifted a hand to slip your fingers into that messy hair you were dying to run your fingers through, the Endless snatched your wrist and roughly pressed it against the tabletop. Then a subtle sting flickered across your lower lip in warning as bright blue flashed silver. His lips left yours, straying only a few millimeters, as his sharp gaze left you feeling frozen in place. Your Morpheus was never opposed to you running your fingers through his hair, he actually liked it. He pretty much melted beneath your touches when you did so. Did Oneiros not like that? Had you messed up already?

“Your boldness appears to have no bounds,” Oneiros darkly purred, the coolness of his skin momentarily bewitching you from response. No words were capable of forming on your tongue, rendering you silent. Not that you were capable of speaking, your tongue was still electrified from his deep and intimate kisses. “Oh? Now you find yourself without words, λατρεία μου?” (My adored)

Your inner thighs unconsciously clenched, and the Endless felt it, along with the shiver that wound its way up your spine. His lips twisted into a smirk, and releasing the wrist he still held, his touch found your chin, where he pressed his thumb against the very lips he had only moments before been scalding in possessive claim. Oneiros could hear the way your heart raced within your heaving chest, and that pleased him… almost to the point of dropping to his knees to sate his burning desire to find out if you were indeed as delicious as you had looked in that bath. But right now, arousal and need burned so viciously between you that it was doubtful that Oneiros would be going anywhere but within you. He was not, however, so cruel as to cause you pain in his haste.

So a hand snaked down your lush body, following along your curve before blatantly ripping the fabric of your dress. You gasped as your body jolted, and the night air touched your previously covered skin. Then Oneiros’ fingers slipped between your trembling legs to brush against your shamefully wet cunt. Fire blazed across your face as a black eyebrow arched. No wonder your addicting smell of arousal was driving him insane, you were nearly dripping.

“A pity you kept yourself at bay,” he drew out, his voice nearly making you flop in a faint. AKA: We could have been fucking sooner if you hadn’t been ignoring me. You were definitely going to pay. The Endless gave you no more words as his fingers plunged in and out of your body for a few moments, enjoying the way you reacted to a touch as insignificant as this. He enjoyed the way you squirmed, shuddered, and whimpered just from the simple touch. Yet it was far from simple for you. You had what felt like fire streaking through your cunt in an almost unbearable, painful need. But this wasn’t about you. You had to remind yourself about that. So you gripped his bare shoulder and softly whimpered your way through his almost vindictive fingers.

Perhaps you pushed a few too many buttons over the last week.

Your chest thrust upwards as your back arched off the table, presenting your plump breasts toward Oneiros. His eyes glowed silver briefly, already feasting off the mere sight of your pleasure. He quickly lowered his mouth to your exposed skin and hungrily pressed his mouth against your milky, soft flesh. His lips were more than ravenous against your untouched flesh, and the Endless devoured every little millimeter with sexual hunger that starved off the deep ache within his guarded heart.

A ragged litany of strained moans departed your lips as fingers skillfully worked your body towards pleasure, and you couldn’t help but thrust your hips up, burying his fingers further into your throbbing flesh. Silver glowed within deep blue, and Oneiros drew his teeth across the exposed curve of your breast. It was still not enough. He released your chin and tore at the pins holding the cloth against your body, effortlessly lifting you up to sweep the fabric far away from your body so he could see all of your beauty.

Lost in the waves of bliss that Oneiros was all too easily drawing from your body, you barely noticed your naked state. Eyes fluttering and panting out harsh breaths, you clung to the Dream Lord as the crescendo of what was to be your first of an endless number of orgasms shattered the quiet night. Your cry was nothing short of angelic, and the violent tremors that overtook your shuddering frame were entirely delicious to watch as you came undone around Oneiros’ fingers. He watched with a smug smirk upon his lips as your fingers fell limp against his tunic and your body sagged against the table, a soft moan departing lips he couldn’t wait to see wrapped around his cock. That would have to wait for now.

As you lay in a daze from the high of pleasure Oneiros had so easily drawn from your body in short order, the Endless wasted no time ridding himself of his tunic and drawing his aching cock against your moisture laden cunt. Hot and wet, you already felt divine and he wasn’t even in you! Oneiros rut his hips against yours, basking in the feeling of your soft body beneath his and shuddering at the friction his cock felt brushing through your cunt.

You regained enough composure to strengthen your grasp upon his now bare body, quivering and whimpering at having him so close to you once more. But he still wasn’t in you. One last soft plea escaped your lips in a hoarse echo.

“Please…” Your barely audible whimper was a crescendo to his ears. Gazing deeply into your eyes, Oneiros held that contact through pushing his cock against your soaked cunt and drank in the way your eyes rolled when he sank into your lush body. You were shuddering and trying to breathe while the lusty gaze of Oneiros all but devoured your body. You hadn’t taken into account what it would be like to actually act upon your own desires. Were you cheating on Morpheus by allowing Oneiros to take you like this?

You gasped the moment Oneiros bottomed out within you, and for a few moments, your entire body clenched as your heart stopped in your chest. No one had been this intimate with you since you started dating Morpheus—no one but Morpheus. But this was Morpheus. You couldn’t cheat on an Endless with themself. So you sucked in a new breath of air and pressed your hand against the side of Oneiros’ face, your fingers slowly sliding into his messy hair. You had planned on dragging his lips back to yours, but the Endless himself beat you to it. He mashed his hungry lips back to yours in seconds, urging your lips to part so he could drink the taste of wine straight from your tongue. It was delectably sweet and rivaled even the finest of drink the gods could offer.

Moaning as the encompassing presence of Oneiros all but consumed you in body and mind, you dug your nails into his scalp while pulling him against you. Oneiros gripped the edge of the table and moved his other hand from your chin to grasp your hip. The last week had been torture for the endless, and he wasted no time pulling his hips back so he could sink right back into your tantalizing body. You lost the ability to think, let alone respond to his demanding mouth, the moment he began to ravenously consume your body inside out.

Panting through the throes of intense pleasure, you closed your eyes and let your head drop back as only the most beautiful of sounds slipped from your lips in hushed whimpers and moans. Oh, the mortification you’d feel if someone walked in on Oneiros railing your brains out! Only the endless took your efforts to remain quiet as insult and tightened his grip upon your body. Fingers dug into your sides as his punishing mouth dropped to your extended neck, and he all but sank his teeth into your flesh. You yelped so deliciously, so indulgently, that he did it again just to hear that sound once more.

Your lips parted with a symphonic cry, and you squirmed in place, one of your legs hiking over his hip as you dug your heel into his hamstring. As your mind grappled with a touch so familiar yet foreign, Oneiros’ hand began exploring your body. Your body was soft, womanly, and ripe for loving. Whoever had claimed your hand was surely missing out because Oneiros’ knew it would be days before he had his fill of you. If that were even possible. Moving his lips further down your neck, Oneiros allowed his mouth to hover over your flushed skin while he watched your breasts heave. A temptation beckoning to him.

You cried out again, fingers clenching within obsidian locks, when his mouth sealed over one of your nipples. He teased you with his tongue, igniting ripples of pleasure from your breast that only exacerbated the overwhelming ecstasy throbbing between your legs. Even with his attention clearly on your breast, devouring it like it was the best damn thing he’d ever put in his mouth, Oneiros never once let you forget that his cock was merely moments away from unraveling you to the point of corruption.

Morpheus had never fucked you like this. Well, you were certain that he’d never fucked you, period! Your husband worshipped the ground you walked on and made love to you beneath the stars with only the gentlest of touches that made you bloom with ecstasy and love. It had been all you’d known. All you experienced. Not this ravenous, predatory endless that lacked bounds of control when it came to you and your body. Your cunt clenched fiercely around his cock, and the muscles in your thighs and abdomen spasming. This time you made a strangled keen, your body shaking with pleasure that threatened to consume you as well.

“Gods,” you rasped hoarsely, your entire body buzzing with wildfire. Oneiros released your breast and raised his eyes to your deeply flushed and pleasure filled face.

“There are no gods here, λατρεία μου,” (My adored) Oneiros rumbled, his eyes sparking with intense silver energy. “They are not privy to the sound or sight of your pleasure, I am,” His cock was now hitting all the best places within your clenching cunt to spiral your pleasure to the cusp of orgasm. Yet something held it at bay, keeping you squirming and clawing at the endless with tears in your eyes. You had been surely taunting him this past week, but he was feeling rather pleased with how divine you were, body and soul. So he’d let you have this one. “Come for me, now.”

Oh boy, did your body respond to that demand.

The choking, strangled sound you made caught in your throat the moment your body obediently obeyed the endless. Your cunt clenched and rippled around his throbbing cock, squeezing him int he most delicious way while you trembled and quaked within his grip. Nails clawing at what they could, you found yourself caught in a mother of all orgasms that swept away your senses in a whiteout. Your body went limp and your eyelashes fluttered.

Oneiros could feel your conscious hover between this realm and his own as your body lay draped within his arms, limp and spent. Ambrosial and addicting. He hadn’t taken his own pleasure, his need to see you come undone beneath him having long since eaten away at the fringes of his being until it was all he could think about. He’d only just had a taste of you, a nibble even, and he already knew that he was going to take his time indulging. You were truly what he wanted, what he needed. So as he carried you towards the rooms he was inhabiting, your body carefully bundled up in the discarded fabric of your peplum, Oneiros thought of every way he planned on indulging in that which you had offered.

Date Published: 2/15/24

Last Edit: 2/15/24

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two-hands-toward-the-sun · 10 months

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Hi! I was thinking Prompt 31 for Calliope/Gault 💕

Hi! Thank you SO much for your patience in waiting for this prompt fill!! 😅 It turned out longer than I thought it would—turns out I had more to say about this ship than I expected. I really hope you like it, and thank you so much for such an interesting pairing!!

*lovingly tosses another femslash rarepair into the pile*

Calliope was still humming as she and Gault walked down the rain-slick street away from the school, Calliope holding an umbrella over the two of them.

“It’s catchy, isn’t it?” Gault said, sounding amused. “Isaac’s dreams have been full of the soundtrack for weeks.”

“I imagine it would be inescapable in the dreams of humans,” said Calliope.

“The Addams Family is hardly the worst of it.” Gault shuddered. “Not a single entity in the Dreaming can stand Hamilton anymore.”

Gault and Calliope had just finished watching a performance at a high school in the United States. They’d worked together to inspire a teenager: a senior who had yearned to audition every year of his high school career but had never worked up the courage until it was his last chance. Gault would take Calliope with her into Isaac’s dreams, and there the two of them would weave dreamscapes imbued with Calliope’s magic and crafted by the touch of Gault’s skillful hands.

This and numerous other collaborations had come about because of a chance encounter at the Viña del Mar International Song Festival in Valparaíso. Calliope had been looking over who stood near her in the sea of audience members, and her gaze caught on a woman wearing a peacock blue halter top. It could have been a trick of the lights in the amphitheatre but…Calliope could have sworn the woman’s skin glowed.

Calliope had never been queen of the Dreaming, not in the way Oneiros had offered to her. She had her own purview, she’d told him, her own area of expertise. She did not crave another. She had no desire for crowns or titles. But she had still spent considerable time there, and she certainly knew how one of the Dreaming’s residents moved, spoke, held their chin.

So, when the festival concluded, she’d fallen into step beside the woman as the massive crowd funnelled toward the exits. The commotion would hide any indiscreet phrasing. She dipped her head close to the woman’s ear. “You are from the Dreaming, aren’t you?”

The woman’s head twisted sharply in Calliope’s direction, her dark eyes wary. “Who are you?” Immediately Calliope had been struck by the resonance of her voice. From just those three words, she’d wanted to hear more.

“Forgive me, I did not mean to startle you. I am Calliope. One of the Greek Muses.”

The suspicion slid from the woman’s shoulders. “Calliope. Oh, they remember you fondly in the Dreaming,” she said, teeth flashing in a smile. “I didn’t recognise you. I wasn’t created until after your…involvement, with Dream. I’m younger than many of the other Major Arcana.”

Impressed, Calliope said, “You’re one of the Major Arcana?” It was not a title to be bestowed frivolously. The woman seemed to recognise the respect in Calliope’s voice, and her smile grew wider.

“Yes. My name is Gault.” And for a moment, Calliope caught the glimmer of iridescent wings raised behind Gault’s back.

“Gault,” Calliope said, trying out the new name on her tongue. “It is lovely to meet you.”

That had been the beginning of their friendship. Initially, they’d each been curious about how their work could complement the other’s. But after some weeks, they no longer needed a collaboration as an excuse to spend time in each other’s company. They shared meals and stories, discussions and analyses, walks and even a flight or two—Gault with her gleaming butterfly wings, Calliope in the form of a sparrow. Gault had rapidly become very, very dear to Calliope.

“Where do you think you’ll go next?” Gault asked Calliope now. She knew Calliope never stayed too long in one place these days.

“Somewhere with warmer temperatures,” Calliope answered at once, and Gault laughed, bumping Calliope’s shoulder playfully with her own.

“Your poor Mediterranean sensibilities.”

“Gault,” Calliope began firmly, “your body is made entirely of dreamstuff. You have not the slightest idea what it is like to be predisposed toward one climate or another.”

Gault laughed again, head tilting back, and Calliope found her gaze drawn to the apples of her cheeks, the exquisite roundness of her features. “Forgive me, goddess.”

They fell into a companionable silence as the rain pattered down onto Calliope’s umbrella. They were in their own little bubble underneath its shield. Without conversation to divert her, Calliope’s thoughts turned back to the musical. But not the soundtrack, this time. No, what captured Calliope now were thoughts of Gault and Isaac.

By now, Calliope had a reasonably good grasp on the kinds of dreamers that Gault gravitated towards. Isaac, she thought with a squeeze of fondness, was a typical case: a young human who dreamt of being other than what he had always been. He was a reserved, unassuming student, without the resources for voice or dancing training many of his theatre-inclined peers had. He had the drive, quiet but burning within his chest. All he needed was one final push of encouragement to bring himself to audition. And Gault was there to offer it. Gault’s kindness, steadfastness, passion for her dreamers’ futures and their own ability to control those futures: it was all so brilliantly on display as Calliope worked at her side.

Calliope had always seen people’s creations as facets of their own selves, was drawn to people according to the work of their hands and hearts. And Gault created beautiful, powerful things for the dreamers she held so dear.

The two of them were now walking down a street lined with shops. Gault paused to examine the front window of one, an arrangement of art prints, maps, journals, the like. The storefront was well lit, and just as the first time Calliope had seen her, the light found Gault and reflected off of her, and she became utterly luminous.

And staring at Gault now, Calliope knew.

The words escaped her mouth in a low murmur, almost lost in the rain. “I love you.”

Gault half-turned toward Calliope, her attention still mostly on the display window. “Did you say something, Calliope?”

Calliope’s pulse rushed in her ears. She could take it back. It wasn’t too late to shy away.

But it was not in her nature to not speak her mind. In all her years, after all the ways life had bruised her, no blow had ever been able to rob her of that.

So she said again, louder this time, “I love you.”

Gault whipped around. Shock flashed across her face, and then it softened into…Calliope’s fingers tightened around the umbrella’s handle. It looked like—

It looked like—

They were already so close together under the umbrella. Gault’s eyes shone so, so brightly. Calliope read tenderness in them, read affection, read love. “Say it again.”

“I love you,” Calliope whispered. With her free hand, she reached forward and dared to rest it on Gault’s waist. A feather-light touch. If Gault breathed deeply the simple movement alone would dislodge Calliope’s hand. But she didn’t.

“Again.”

“I love you.”

It was so easy, then. For Calliope to dip her head forward, for Gault to meet her halfway. Gault’s mouth moved plush and warm against Calliope’s, and involuntarily Calliope’s fingers dimpled deeper into Gault’s waist, grounding herself. Gault might be a dream, but she still felt so vibrantly real beneath Calliope’s hand, against her lips.

The rain sang down around them.

When they drew apart, Gault was smiling again, and not even her own shimmering skin could compare to that radiance.

#they met at la festival de viña del mar. i have the biggest brain ever #gault the sandman #calliope the sandman #prompt fills #asks #calligault #<- there i’ve declared a ship name #sunbreak writes

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darthstitch · 2 years

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History Class Cryptids: As The World Falls Down

1. There's such a fooled heart beating so fast

Isabel calls it "kilig" and once Sarah Williams understood the definition of that particular Filipino word, she had to agree with her.

It was a universally accepted fact amongst the students in the university that Professor Robert Gadling's boyfriend was ridiculously gorgeous. And was the cause of many a "kilig" meltdown.

Campus legends were a bit confused about the "first official sighting" of Murphy as one version had it that he'd first been seen in the background during a Zoom class held by the professor. Another version said that he'd first appeared during one of Professor Gadling's infamous Shakespeare Rants and called him out on it, claiming that he was "jealous of dear Will."

(That prompted another discussion about whether or not Professor Gadling was a secret immortal, but that was a story for another day.)

There was also the class that witnessed the epic Marlowe vs Shakespeare Quote battle that the two had, which had been partially recorded by one enterprising student and it was now busy making the rounds on campus social media, because, "That Voice, OMFG."

The latest one was Murphy doing the Shakespeare reading in Calliope's class. The common consensus among everyone once the video had made the campus rounds was: "I AM DECEASED."

Sarah could commiserate. She'd been there and she still wasn't over That Voice.

It had thrown Sarah for a loop when her flatmate admitted that "Oneiros" was her ex-husband. (Apparently, Thomas Murphy had some very interesting nicknames, but they suited him perfectly.) These days, Calliope and Murphy were now at the level of "very dear friends," which kind of explained the current ridiculousness that was unfolding.

Today was the Lothlorien Faire, which was basically a LARP festival where, instead of just recreating the medieval or renaissance era, everyone could come as a character from some mystical universe or the other. Obviously, there were a fair amount of hobbits, Elves and wizards running about, along with a few more characters from the various D&D-inspired RPGs. She even recognized a Witcher with his Jaskier and whoever that guy was, he was almost a deadringer for Henry Cavill. Nice.

Conveniently, this also meant fewer complaints from the History Department. That also meant that there was more room for creative anachronisms such as the "Shire Potaters" that someone was selling in one of the booths, to say nothing of the "Rivendell Lembas" which was actually the most delicious naan bread, sold in yet another stall.

Sarah took a deep breath and sighed. The air was fragrant with spices and cooking food. She was definitely going to try some of the goodies later.

She joined Calliope and the rest of her friends in the stands, as a "knightly tournament" was happening. It was all the more entertaining as a few of the professors were actually very good at the whole sword-and-shield thing. They all cheered at the bout between Professors Michael Percival and Nicholas Chevalier. The cheers were even louder when it was Professor Duncan Macleod versus Professor Robert Gadling.

"YEAAAAAHHHH KICK HIS ASS PROFESSOR G!!!" bellowed Dustin Henderson from the stand just above her.

Sarah wasn't the one to ask about any form of martial arts, but even to her untrained eyes, the two men fought with an odd sense of realism to it, no fancy Hollywood choreography involved. It was just as if they'd both walked out of the wars of ancient history and straight into the present. There were even a few dirty tricks included, which sent Professor Macleod swearing and Professor Gadling laughing at him for falling for it.

"HE'S AN OLD SOLDIER, HIGHLANDER! DON'T LET YOUR GUARD DOWN FOR AN INSTANT!" yelled Professor Pierson, who was red-faced with laughter.

"YOU MIGHT WANT TO DEFEND MINE HONOR, OLD MAN!" Professor Macleod yelled back. He yelped as he narrowly escaped another well-timed strike from his opponent.

A few moments later, Macleod had lost his sword and Gadling had his sword at his throat.

"I yield, you bloody Sassenach," Macleod grumbled good-naturedly. He looked over at a still laughing Professor Pierson. "Oi! Shouldn't you be avenging your lost love here?"

"Loser gets to buy the drinks, aye, Pierson?" Gadling called gleefully, sweaty and flushed with victory.

"Well, if it's free beer..." Professor Pierson said, going down the stands, to the cheers of the rest of the crowd.

Beside her, Rose giggled. "It looks like Uncle Dream's the one with the braincell today. This is not gonna end well."

"No?" Calliope murmured, all mischief. "Will you be sending your knight off without a favor, Oneiros?"

Sarah blinked. She's not sure when Murphy had joined them, but he was there right now, only he had his face buried in his hands, shaking his head.

"I have never seen you this flushed, Oneiros. Even your ears are red!" Calliope said in delight. "It's adorable!"

That finally got him to look at her, and both Sarah and Rose had to hold on to each other, as they were giggling so hard. He tried to do his best to look properly affronted, despite the rather appealing blush on his cheeks. Those unusual dark blue eyes were alight with amusement and some other emotion that Sarah couldn't identify. "You are a minx, my dear Calliope. I rue the day that I introduced the two of you."

"HOLY SHIT, WHO KNEW WE HAD PROFESSORS WHO COULD KICK SERIOUS ASS AMIRITE?!!" That was from Dustin, again.

Professor Pierson won the bout against Professor Gadling. But it was just by a hair. Professor Gadling didn't mind though, as he'd ended up being thoroughly kissed by his boyfriend (again, to more cheering from the peanut gallery) and the two of them ended up disappearing somewhere for quite some time.

Sarah tried not to think too hard about that.

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Someone had put on some sort of suitably fantastical theme music. It was beginning to get on Sarah's nerves.

"Hold still," Max told her sternly, eyeliner pencil in hand. "Not unless you want me to poke your eye out."

"Sorry!"

"DUSTIN DON'T YOU DARE SPILL THAT FRAPP ON THE GOWN OR SO HELP ME -- "

Isabel was going through some vocal exercises. Eleven was going through the scales with her. Eddie was tuning his guitar, frowning as he tried out a few chords. Jonathan and Robyn were practicing lines together. Nancy was helping Will with his costume. Mike and Lucas were bent over their laptops, sorting out the lighting and sound effects. Iggy Pop was with some of the Drama Club kids, putting up the last bits of scenery. Steve was busy herding everyone and everything, in his capacity as the stage manager.

Baby Daniel was in costume already and Jed and Erica were watching over him, making sure he wasn't going to end up in a sandpit somehow. There weren't any in the general vicinity but the kid just had that weird ability to attract sand so nobody wanted to take any chances.

It was hilarious that Daniel seemed to be the only baby who somehow understood that they were all just playing pretend and behaved beautifully for everyone involved. Or maybe it was just due to Murphy and his near-magical baby whispering abilities. Whatever it was, the little guy was happy to play the role of Sarah's stepbrother, who Sarah would need to rescue from the Prince of Stories.

Calliope was flitting here and there as the adviser of the entire production and somehow, all the chaos was slowly coming together into some sort of cohesive whole.

"Professor Lyra, where's Murphy? I haven't seen him since the tournament." Steve, of course, was slowly, but surely edging towards near panic.

"Don't worry, Steven. Oneiros gave his word and I have never known him to break it. He will be here."

Sarah fought down a giggle. That one needed to be recorded for posterity. They had needed someone for the role of the fey and magical "Prince of Stories" and it was a role that Rose Walker had clearly written with Murphy in mind.

"Oh, you have no idea," Rose had said wryly, when she had been asked about it. "I did promise him that I would be kinder to him in my next story."

It was Calliope who said she would take care of asking him to accept the role and Sarah was there to witness the whole thing. For good measure, Calliope told Rose that they would need to bring Daniel along, after getting his mother's permission. Lyta Hall was a little weird whenever the subject of Murphy was brought up. Rose would just shake her head sadly and Sarah figured it wasn't her place to pry.

In any case, Calliope had planned this whole thing out like a seasoned general and Murphy's expression when he realized he was well and thoroughly ambushed was just priceless.

"You are a complete and utter menace," Murphy had said, even as his boyfriend was of no help at all, laughing silently in the background.

"But you are going to say yes, are you not, Oneiros?" Calliope said archly. "Surely you do not wish to disappoint the children?"

"Please, Uncle Dream?" Rose and Jed pleaded.

Daniel made his own sounds, which sort of sounded like "Dweam," Sarah wasn't sure. But he was already making valiant efforts to talk and that first word was probably going to be coming soon. The baby also reached for Murphy, clearly wanting to be picked up by him.

"So very diabolical," Murphy muttered, even as he took Daniel from Calliope and gave in to the little boy's demand for cuddles. He sighed, looking very much put upon and long-suffering, but anyone who knew to look for it could see that he was, of course, rather pleased. "Yes, I shall participate in this little performance."

"Promise, Uncle Dream?" Jed asked.

"No hiding behind Lucienne, Uncle Dream," Rose reminded. "I got Matthew on speed dial."

"My own subjects conspire against me," Murphy grumbled. "Yes, I give you my word. Does that satisfy you?"

Daniel crowed happily, joining Rose and Jed in their victory dance. Sarah tried not to laugh at Murphy hiding his smile in Daniel's curly hair.

Professor Gadling applauded and swept Calliope a courtly bow. "Milady, that was magnificently well-played."

She accepted the tribute with a regal nod and mischief sparkling in her eyes.

"You were utterly useless; I hope you know that," Murphy told his boyfriend with mock severity.

"Yes I do, love. But it's not blasted Shakespeare and it's your niece, who's a better writer than he is, you mark my words."

"Aww, thanks, Professor G."

So yeah, that really happened, and hilarity ensued with Murphy at the rehearsals. No, it wasn't that he'd put on any prima donna airs. It was that he was surprisingly compliant, being easy to work with and kindly helping Sarah through any awkwardness when it came to the more intense scenes between her character and the Prince. She regularly had to fight the urge to giggle and end up ruining a scene, when she'd discovered he had a knack for making hilariously deadpan asides. Most of the time, he went meekly along with the stage directions, whenever he wasn't busy being adorable with Daniel.

(All of them had a tacit agreement to take as many pictures as possible, for Professor G's sake.)

Now, Sarah was fighting down the butterflies in her stomach as she waited for her cue to come on stage. Her parents and little brother were in the audience and while she wanted to smile at Toby, who clearly recognized her and called out her name, she had to stay in character.

And then, it was time for Murphy to make his first appearance.

There were audible gasps from the crowd as the spotlight fell on the Prince of Stories. It was as if he stepped right out of Will Byers' artwork of the King of All Night's Dreaming, a vision in robes of black and gold, with jewels sparkling in his hair. A long earring with precious stones sparkled in one ear. He looked completely ethereal and not quite of this world and when he spoke his first lines, everyone fell completely silent.

Sarah was suddenly dead sure she was going to forget every line she'd learned but he'd slanted her a look and there was that familiar friendly kindness and humor in those eyes, which bolstered her courage.

Sarah could do this. And she fell into step with him, working through every scene, letting her character fall in love with the Prince of Stories, getting caught up in the magic and the mystery of the story that Rose had written.

The audience was on its feet by curtain call. Murphy had led Sarah by the hand to make their final bows and she'd forgone the usual floral bouquet because Toby was insisting on going to his big sister so she had an armful of toddler instead.

"Pretty!" He declared, making her laugh. She'd put him down soon enough, because at three, Toby was getting a little bit too heavy to carry for long. He happily held on to her skirts and at Murphy's gentle prompting, handed over the bouquet.

Everything had been wonderful today.

At least until the Faeries crashed the party.

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2. There's such a sad love deep in your eyes

When Sarah had been a little girl, she used to make up stories about her adventures as a brave princess, together with a character she'd called the Goblin King.

She had a beautiful old-fashioned doll, given to her by Grandma Amelia, with long curly dark hair glittering with sparkly stones and a white ballgown. Of course, she pretended that she was that doll and she had let her imagination run wild, as "Princess Sarah" went through hardships unnumbered and dangers untold, to be with her beloved Goblin King.

In her child's imagination, she'd pictured the Goblin King to be tall and fair, fey and mysterious, with beautiful mismatched eyes, one brown and the other blue. She even used to draw him in her school notebooks, and she could still wryly trace the evolution of her own artistic skills from her childish scribbles to the more mature work she produced today.

She wasn't that little girl anymore and the Goblin King was just a fond childhood memory.

So when she first saw the Faeries, Sarah really thought that they were just another bunch of LARP-ers, crashing the perfomance.

She didn't recognize any of them from the Hellfire Club or the Drama Club. She had to admire the artistry of their costumes though. Some of the creatures seemed so very real - whoever built them was some kind of special effects wizard.

But then, she saw the strangely familiar figure leading them, and she stifled a gasp. She knew him, as if he'd simply stepped out of her childhood memories.

"Hello, Sarah," the Goblin King greeted her, inclining his head regally. "I thought you had forgotten me. But I see you still remember."

Toby whimpered softly and somehow, she just knew she didn't want her baby brother to catch this man...no, this being's attention. She carefully shielded the small boy behind her skirts. Apparently, Murphy had the same idea because he stepped forward protectively, subtly making sure he was between the two of them.

"You are not welcome here, Goblin King."

That imperious tone was not any kind of acting whatsoever. Neither was the expression on Murphy's face or how it seemed to Sarah's eyes, he was no longer Profesor Gadling's secretly dorky and adorable Goth boyfriend in a beautiful costume, but truly the Prince of Stories.

"Hail, Lord Morpheus," The Goblin King intoned. "Forgive my little lapse in manners - the mortal girl is dear to me, so I was overhasty in my eagerness to greet her."

"You dare."

The Goblin King affected shock, a ruffled hand going to his chest. "Where is your courtesy, O Prince of Stories? I was invited to your little revelry."

"You were most certainly not." This time, it was Calliope gliding regally on stage, eyes blazing. "I am the one hosting this gathering and I most certainly did not invite you."

"It was your mortal pets who summoned me thus," answered the Goblin King and gestured to a group of Drama Club kids who were watching everything with wide eyes.

"I thought that book of spells was just a joke!" said one of them in a small voice.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Dustin Henderson was heard to say. "Rule 10 in the Great List of Terrible Ideas is 'Don't Mess Around With Books of Magic If You Don't Know What You're Doing!' What were you guys thinking?"

"You are so very selfish, Lord Morpheus and Lady Calliope, to keep all these mortal pets to yourself. And it is so unfair, that you've taken on one so dear to my own heart as your new mortal lover. But I shall be gracious in defeat and simply wish you both every happiness."

"You speak foolishness, Lord Jareth," Murphy... no.... Morpheus said coldly. The audience was just watching, thinking it was all part of the show, but Sarah could just feel it, the sense of power and otherworldliness that seemed to emanate from both Morpheus and Calliope.

The Goblin King smiled at Sarah and she felt chilled. "She seems uncertain. Perhaps her heart is not yet given to you fully? Perhaps I have yet a chance?"

"I thought I just dreamed you up," were the first words Sarah finally managed to say. "I thought you weren't real."

He laughed. "You keep company with the Lord of Dreams, sweet Sarah. He should teach you better about the nature of reality and dreams."

"I -- " Sarah began.

Morpheus shook his head at her. "Do not speak to him, Sarah. The Fair Folk are not to be trusted. He will seek to trick you, with your own words."

"Even an invitation may be taken back if one is unwelcome. And once more, you are not welcome here, Jareth of the Labyrinth. Begone!" Calliope commanded.

"Very well. If courtesy has deserted you entirely, we of the Labyrinth still offer our own hospitality. We extend our invitation to your beloved and the child that she so cherishes." Jareth blew a kiss in Sarah's direction. "I shall see you soon, my sweet Sarah."

Toby suddenly disappeared.

Sarah screamed.

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3. But I'll be there for you as the world falls down

Hob Gadling had seen some fairly strange things in his 600-odd years of living, thank you very much. And that was before he ended up falling arse over teakettle for one broody, mercurial Lord of Dreams and Nightmares.

(Fine, he would modify that to before he finally admitted to himself that he was arse over teakettle for one broody, mercurial Dream Lord. It only took him 200 years to figure that one out and a hundred more to get over the sheer panic of ohshit-why-the-everlasting-fuck-did-I-have-to-go-and-fall-in-love-with-my-best-mate. It was worth it in the end, though.)

Ending up as a hostage of the Unseelie Court was a little bit new.

Although the look of consternation on the bloody Goblin King's face was worth the price of admission.

"I was expecting the Dream Lord's beloved to be in my presence," said the Goblin King, looking him up and down with an air of disdain. "You are his mortal friend. How did you come to be here?"

"Mate," said Hob carefully, eyeing the frightened little boy currently sitting at the Goblin King's feet. He was already calculating how quickly he could snatch up the kid and get both of them out of there. "The last time I checked, I'm currently immortal, unless His Darkness' sister decides to change her mind about me. And also..."

Hob didn't tend to use the old youkai tricks that he'd picked up from his friend Kenshin in Japan, but considering the company, now was the best time to use them. So he did.

It took the work of seconds to knock down the Goblin King's formidable guards and he'd blessed whatever instinct that had told him to keep the sword that he'd been using during the tournament and not put it away. He had the blade at the King's throat in moments, even as Toby toddled over to his side, with a whimper. He spared a moment to run a gentle hand over the little boy's head, feeling small fists cling to the fabric of his trousers.

"As I was saying," Hob Gadling said steadily. "I'm the Dream Lord's 'beloved.' Took a while to get to this point, but we did."

"What."

"I know," Hob commiserated with him, bringing the point of the blade just a little bit closer to the King's throat. He smiled as it made the Goblin King draw just a little bit back, his chin lifting up, mismatched eyes meeting Hob's own with considerable annoyance and just a little touch of fear. "Very interesting story, unfortunately, I haven't the time to tell you all about it as this little chap and I are going to be leaving."

"No. You will not." Faerie dust blew into his eyes and Hob felt himself fall.

Bollocks. He always tended to forget the magical faerie dust, blast it.

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"Hob Gadling."

"Impudence such as yours does not deserve to be rewarded." The soft press of lips against his own belied those words and Hob was only happy to slide his hands into raven black hair and deepen that kiss for a few more moments. The two of them swayed for an eternity, lost in a dance just for them.

There was only one person in the entire universe who could call him by his full name and still make it sound like an endearment. He'd follow that voice to the ends of time and beyond if he had to.

Hob opened his eyes. "You could've kissed me awake, y'know. I mean, if I had to do this whole Sleeping Beauty business, kisses are expected."

"Myne owne hertis rote," Hob murmured against those lips just as Dream drew back again, cheeks sweetly flushed. He couldn't help it. The endearments just tripped out of his lips sometimes and usually in the tongue he'd been born speaking.

Dream usually answered him in the same language but the response this time had Hob do a double take. "Did I just hear you call me husband?"

"We still need to get the children safely back to the waking world."

Nope, Hob was not letting his darling get away with his ridiculousness. He tugged at Dream's hands, looked right into eyes that had gone dark and starry with emotion. "Dream."

"Is it truly so objectionable?"

"You know damn well it isn't, love. I want that - " Hob's breath caught. "More than anything."

Dream huffed, a soft sound of derision. "I have gone and taken leave of my senses. These things never end well. Not for me or the one I care for."

"We've been over this, love. Me: Immortal. I suspect that sister of yours knew what she was about, what with your rules and things - "

"These 'rules' - as you well know, Hob Gadling, are not 'things' we may set aside at our convenience - "

"Dream. Did you or did you not just beat Lucifer Morningstar in the oldest game using hope?" Hob cradled that beloved face in his hands. "Will you not keep any hope for yourself?"

The world around them shattered like glass and once more Hob Gadling was falling. But he wasn't afraid as he'd held on to his love who was kissing him over and over again, stars in his eyes and smiling brightly like the dawn.

They weren't falling anymore.

“One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.” Hob murmured between those kisses.

"Hob Gadling, did I just hear Shakespeare fall from your lips?"

"Well, the bloody prat ought to be good for something!"

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4. I'll paint you mornings of gold

It ends as all good stories do.

It ends well.

Sarah Williams faces down the Goblin King but this time, her mind is clear and her heart is set on one thing. She's not a giddy, naive girl to be seduced and charmed by mystery and cool aloofness. This being, this creature who claimed to be in "love" with her, had her baby brother. And Sarah was not going to forgive that.

Sarah knows her stories and her tropes and hell, she had the actual Prince of Stories to guide her.

As well as the rest of the Hellfire Club who insisted on coming along.

"You need people of intelligence to come along on this quest... thing!" Dustin said brightly.

Everyone stared at him.

"What? If there was ever a time to quote Tolkien and Pete Jackson, it's definitely now!"

They all had the obligatory argument as to whether or not they should come, but in the end about half of the Club came along, because the others all had to do damage control and convince the audience that everything was still part of an even more elaborate show.

Morpheus was not thrilled with this, but he had to admit Calliope had a point. Also, he was not about to waste time on further argument, not when Professor Gadling had also been taken.

Apparently, that was a mistake on the Goblin King's part, as Sarah had been the intended hostage. Yeah, no, Sarah did not find this ridiculousness romantic in the very least.

Sarah would have all the time in the world to have the obligatory freakout about her flatmate being the Muse from Greek mythology, that their club's DM was the actual Lord of Dreams and Nightmares, to say nothing about their ridiculous Shakespeare-hating history professor being a real immortal. She'd have all the time, much later, for the Hellfire Club to tell her about their favorite cryptids and how they figured it out for themselves.

Right now, she had to save Toby.

I have fought my way here to the Castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours and my kingdom as great.

You have no power over me.

You have no power over me!

Sarah shatters Jareth's illusions and his tricks and his pretty, pretty lies. When it's done, she has Toby back and she's faced with the pitiable figure of a boy her age, mismatched eyes filled with tears, crumpled on the floor, weeping heartbrokenly.

Suddenly, she wants to go to him, because from the tales that Morpheus had told her, Jareth was in fact, just like Toby. A human child stolen from the Waking World. Only that the attempt at his rescue had ended in failure.

And she could never truly forget those wondrous days, when she had been Princess Sarah and daydreamed her adventures with him.

Toby buries his little face in her shoulder. "Want to go home, Sarah."

Do not trust the Fair Folk, Sarah Williams. Morpheus' warning rings through her mind again.

"Jareth," Sarah suddenly says. And at his name, the Goblin King looks up at her. "If you really claim that you love me, then come find me again. No tricks, no illusions, no lies." She took a breath.

"I don't want this to be my last memory of you."

And she walks out of the Castle, Toby in her arms, back to her friends and to the end of this tale.

-end-

Footnote the First: Little Daniel was quite put out that he wasn't allowed to come on this particular adventure, but Aunt Calliope told him that he would have plenty of time for such things once he was much older. No, Daniel, hitting your first birthday and learning to walk would not be a free license to run off on adventures of your own.

Footnote the Second: The grimoire that the Drama Club kids had inadvertently stumbled on was promptly confiscated by Calliope and handed off to Dream, who, of course, made sure that it was tucked safely away in the Library of the Dreaming. As a punishment, the Drama Club kids were promptly lectured on the Great List of Terrible Ideas, as delivered by Steve Harrington. There was a 50 point quiz on it too.

Footnote the Third: Daniel Hall's first word, obviously, was "Mama." That being said, his mother was ruefully unsurprised that his second word was "Dream." Surprisingly, his third word was "Birdie!" and Matthew was insufferable about that for ages.

Footnote the Fourth: A new student joined the university the following semester, a tall, fair-haired, thin fellow, with a penchant for music. He and Sarah ended up being good friends. If there was to be anything more, well, that was still to be decided.

#the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling #dream/hob #calliope #daniel hall #rose walker #sarah williams #jareth the goblin king #i crack what i want #shhh nobody tell neil #the highlander #methos #duncan macleod

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Jin Sangtae & Choi Joonyong at Zacao’abc Music Festival 2024, 2024/04/13 at Oneiro Space, Beijing (photo by Sun Yizhou)

#choi joonyong #Jin Sangtae

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20240412~20240414 : Jin Sangtae / Choi Joonyong China Tour

aloe on-site #9: jin sangtae, choi joonyong + yan jun - with zhu wenbo + zhao cong, sun yizhou - 2024/4/12(fri) pm9:00 at fruity space, beijing, admission: 100rmb

miji concert 79: choi joonyong, jin sangtae+ sun yizhou - with dahong, and documents screening soon after the show - 2024/4/13(sat) pm3:00 at studio h, beijing, reservation: [email protected]

Zacao’abc Music Festival 2024: jin sangtae + choi joonyong -2024/4/13(sat) pm8:00 at oneiro space, beijing

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They Will Never be Another Cartoon Like... Over The Garden Wall

LOver The Garden Wall is a cartoon masterpiece and I don’t say that often. Despite being only 10 11 minute episodes long series, it sucessfully tell it story from beginning to the end. The show breaks the cartoon trope that I don’t believe that they’ll never be another cartoon that mimics the masterpiece.

Autumn

Usually, cartoons are bright, colorful, and have a hyperactive environment,

Like the The Amazing World of Gumball

The Ghost and Molly McGree

But for The Over Garden Wall, it’s quiet, not a trace of neon color, and the main colors you see are brown, red, orange, and other autumn colors.

Sometimes making you feel eerie of the world. Although there’s no sign of danger, but it doesn’t feel quite right.

It isn’t just the environment that is quiet, it’s also the music. Instead of being poppy, energetic, and being catchy, the soundtrack is folkier.

Such as Potatus Et Molassus, Prelude, Foward, Oneiro, and Come Wayard Souls

Then look at cartoon openings

Star vs The Forces of Evil,

Steven Universe,

Gravity Falls

and every other cartoon show openings, have the protagonist doing wacky things with hyperactive music playing

But for Over the Garden Wall, it’s slow and calm and doesn’t show you even you the main characters but shows what will the characters encounter in their journey with very calming music.

Unlike any cartoon that’s hyperactive, it’s more calming than the rest which is such refreshing to see especially it’s a kid cartoon.

Into the Unkown

The selling point of the show is the unknown. The protagonist of the place is set in the mysterious land without a clue of how and why they got in the first place, but their one goal is to find their way by pressing forward to the unknown. The world of the OTGW is built-in fantasy but doesn’t have witches, amphibians, and humanoid gems, but more on folktale tales such as

Pottsfield Harvest Festival.

Adelaide the “Good” Witch

The Ringing of the Bell

Making each adventure feel like it’s came right out of brothers grimm fairy tale. Each having it’s own unique story, own setting, and be unfamiliar to one another. So much wonder and mystery is what makes the show so interesting.

The Pilgrims

To make it the journey more enuring are the characters. The protagonists, Wirt and Greg, seem to be one note with Wirt being the more mature but timid and obedient, and Greg being the happy go lucky and naive kid.

However, they grow as the progress through the woods. Having them have chemistry, bond, falling out, and reconcile. Making them have a perfect dynamtic.

What I also enjoy is that theirs more depth into their character, making them more believable. In chapter 9: “Into the Unknown”, Wirt want to take a girl out to a date, but a womanizer will ask her out. Instead of going the hated dork asking the popular girl in school, it’s actually all in Wirt’s head, being paranoid.

People actually likes him, especially Sarah

and Jason Funderburker is more of a dweeb than Wirt.

It just Wirt overthinking about it, making him more a believable protagonist.

Their story of two brothers wandering into the unknown to find their way home, perfecly encapsulate to a fairy tale.

Influences and References

What makes this cartoon so different from other cartoons is its references and influence. Most cartoons will reference movies and animes

Such as Amphibia reference Jojo

The Owl House reference Dragon Ball Z

But with the Over The Garden Wall, their references are much older that not many have heard

Such as the school children are based on characters of Beatrix Potter

People were actually afraid of the nightly air for it may contain poison before the plague was explained in the 1700s.

Characters from “Babes from the Woods” are references to 1930s to 1940s cartoon characters.

While it’s a minor praise to the show, but you don’t see that a lot of cartoons making references to older cartoons.

Beware the Beast

The antagonist of the series, The Beast feels different than your standard cartoon villain. Instead of him taking over the world or bringing chaos, he plays more in deceiving to get what he wants by manipulating.

He isn’t even that powerful, but use words instead of action such as he manipulated the Woodsmen by telling him that his daughter soul is in the lantern and the only way to have her stay alive by chopping edlewood tree and grinding them to oil, which is made out of children that turns into trees.

His design is simple but very terrifying for blending in the shadows.

Reminds me a lot of the wendigo or Herne the Hunter

Then when the light shines on him, his true appearance is horrific for his body is made out of edlewood with twisted faces and holes covering his entire body.

What I truly love about it is how he was defeated. Instead of a big epic battle, good vs evil like every cartoon has done, they instead have Wirt didn’t fall for the Beast words and his threats, he even revealed his soul was actually in the lantern.

Wirt gave the lantern back to the Woodsman for he has his own business to deal with. Making the Woodsman realize that his daughter wasn’t in the lantern and blows out the lantern, ending his terror forever.

It’s clever how they’ve defeated the antagonist.

Conclusion

Over The Garden Wall is the greatest achievement in western animation history. Being only 10 episodes, but it was able to tells a very satisfying story. It didn’t need multiple seasons to tell its story, no sequels, no spinoff shows or a movie, but just a simple and short story. It is filled with childlike wonder with horrific moments, mature themes, and feel melancholy. Truly a masterpiece that can never be mimic.

#Over The Garden Wall #Adventure Time #The Owl House #Amphibia #Steven Universe Future #Star vs The Forces of Evil #The Legend of Korra #Craig of the Creek #The Ghost and Molly McGee #Regular Show #Gravity Falls #She-Ra and The Princess of Power #She-ra #Kipo and The Age of Wonderbeast

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