Alexander I Think If ACTUALLY WATCH THE FUCKING MUSICAL H A M I L T O N You Out Of ALL People Would Appreciate

Alexander I think if ACTUALLY WATCH THE FUCKING MUSICAL H A M I L T O N you out of ALL people would appreciate it.

The main character remindS me A LOT OF YOU. LIKE A CARBON COPY BUT IN HUMAN PROPORTIONS IN TERMS OF HEIGHT.

Just after reading the ask , ask Natalie if you could watch it with her on disney plus and tell me what you think.

Sincerely

ANON

To the mini laywer who will someday change the world...

My god, Anon! It would seem there are incredibly strong feelings surrounding this musical.

That nasally man with the absurdly small ponytail reminds you of me? We look nothing alike! I'm not sure yet wether to be insulted or flattered. I'd like to hope the quality of my singing doesn't sound quite so much like my nose is pinched. But I suppose it's unfair of me to develop judgments without watching it, hm?

You're really going to insist that I suffer through three hours of Natalie scream-singing along to some absurd musical performance about historical figures from two hundred-odd years ago? You realize I have a finite life span and that those three hours could be spent doing something I actually like? Oh... Oh no. Look what you've done Anon...

Natalie, stop it! Stop grinning at me like that. (She's discovered your ask, you see). You've planted the seed. There's no going back now. I'm going to end up watching this thing aren't I? Dear god, what have I ever done to be tested in this way??? Oh, she's reaching for me to pluck me off the desk.... I'm doomed, Anon doomed!

[Three Hours Later...]

Hello again... I... I have now watched Hamilton. I suppose... it was a passable piece of entertainment. I admit to seeing some parallels between we two Alexanders. The music wasn't all bad. Not a total waste of time, at least...

Oh my god! Nope, I'm taking this over. Sorry, little man! Come here, into the shirt pocket you go. Oh, he's so pissed off at me right now... Hey, stop kicking and screaming, you're okay. If you're not gonna tell them the truth, I will. Anon, he's not being honest with you at all. He LOVED IT. He absolutely LOVED IT. You should have seen the little grin on his face after the first five minutes. He sat in my lap, clutching my fingers and taking in every second, his little blue eyes as wide as could be. He bounced to the rhythms, he cackled at the jokes... Anon, he wept like a little baby. He cried during Satisfied, he cried during History Has its Eyes on You, he cried during Hurricane, he cried during Burn, he cried at the end. Anon, I'm telling you, this was the best thing you could have ever suggested. He's head over heels. I can't believe I never thought to show it to him, before, but you're right, it's like the perfect story for him to appreciate. I have this feeling someone is going to be listening to the cast recording on repeat in the coming days. Thank you for pushing him out of his comfort zone!

I... I've been put back down before the phone again and... I will not waste my time confirming nor denying these accusations. Such self-preservation tactics are beneath me. Excuse me while I hunt about Natalie's cluttered desk for one of her bluetooth headphones for a completely unrelated to this conversation reason.

Your Obedient Servant....

Er, wait, no.

Yours Truly,

Alexander

Eleven Hours: Part One

Dark Future AU (Shot in the Dark)

~4000 words

Warnings: Captivity, dehumanization, general peril

Summary: After nearly a year of living as a captive fairy in a menagerie, Oliver is finally on the brink of escape. However, a betrayal leads to a drastic change of plans. As he struggles to find safety, he encounters Cliff and must decide whether or not to put his life in the hands of a human.

Co-written by the lovely @marydublinauthor​ 🌸

Click here for all posted chapters. 

Winter had fully set in. It had been drizzling on and off all week, which made the night air all the more biting. And yet, Oliver couldn’t keep the grin off his face. It was the same grin his siblings had once referred to as that idiotic smile you get right before you’re about to do something fucking stupid.

He pushed that thought aside. Better not to think about his siblings.

Keep reading

Ugh...

You would think, now that I finally have the time to write, I would actually be productive, but no!

I have like little to no motivation.

I've started writing the one shot about the farmer and the avian, I think, two weeks ago and I haven't even reached 500 words yet.

Luckily, I know what my damn problem is.

I absolutely hate, when I don't have the story fully planned out, before I actually start to write it.

In regard to the one shot, I have a general plot in mind, but.... it's fucking boring? I don't want my storys to be just "kinda cute", yk?

Apart from a bland plot, my two new characters are definitely lacking personality. So far they are way too flat to be considered decent characters. And because I don't know what I want them to be like yet, writing a story including them is freaking hard, at least for me. Maybe that's just a me problem.

Man, I don't remember making an oc being this hard, when I created John and Noah...

Maybe I'll will spent the next few weeks figuring everything out (without actually writing anything) or I'll scrap the idea all together, who knows.

Warnings

Prologue/next

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When Ostreatus started out his training, he had seen the colossal bridges that loomed over the river. They stood strong, made from stones larger than anything his colony could move. Something, or someone, made them, but the question was what. Maybe it was the former residents? He had lacked knowledge on them, but the possibility was still there. Yet, the idea still unnerved him. Should they be preparing to see them any time soon? The leaders didn’t seem very worried about it. But… it didn’t add up to him. He did what any good scout would have done and asked his now former commander about it. The memory still unsettles him, even to this day.

“Commander, I’ve got a question about the surrounding landscape,” a young Ostreatus reported. The then commander, Kestrel, turned away from the other scouts he’d been talking to. His smile was warm, but it did very little to ease the trainees' rampant nerves. With a shaky inhale, he continued. “I’ve noticed that the Northern creek houses a large bridge of some kind. However, there aren’t any documented cases of our colony building it. In fact, the stones are far too large for our colony to move at all. Do you know who built it, and if they’re going to be any kind of threat?” The warm smile faded as he spoke, and the chatter near them began to quiet.

Kestrel sighed, and walked one of the benches carved within the walls. Hesitantly, he and many of the other scouts followed, with some bouncing in anticipation. The commander gestured for Ostreatus to sit next to him. He did as he was told, but eyed him as he did so. Instead of his usual tall yet slightly imposing figure, the man looked bone-weary. For once, he looked like his true self, instead of the facade he usually had. 

“Son,” he began, turning to the trainee. Ostreatus tensed as a hand was placed on his shoulder. Slowly, he looked up to meet the intense gaze of the other man. “Long ago, when my momma was with the scouts, she saw what made that bridge.” He paused for emphasis. Those around him leaned in, huddling around in a semi-circle. “They were giants, like us but massive, with strength to move boulders from their places, and dexterity to run across the forest in mere hours.” There was a collective gasp around the room, but the commander ignored it. 

“They usually stay out of these parts, but if you find one, find shelter immediately. Fly back when it's clear, and report as fast as you can. But, whatever you do, do not get spotted.” The room was silent. He grimaced, but said nothing more. He was silent the rest of the day.

Just a week later, both he and his falcon vanished. Nobody spoke of the giants again, as if it were a bad omen. Yet, as he and Johnny stand on a low hanging branch, just above the swirling currents, he feels himself regretting his lack of knowledge. The previously colossal bridge had crumbled into nothing but a shaky dam. But it made little sense to him. Why would a monumental structure like that collapse? Its support beams were strong from what he could tell. Maybe-

“Oh shit.” Ostreatus froze at the deep, booming voice from below. Johnny flinched, nearly taking off had he not been stopped by the person standing next to him. The leaves rustled down below as the tree slightly shook with the approach. Neither of them dared to look at the source. No. That's- that can’t be real, right?

“Yep, it finally collapsed. It’s a shame too, that thing was older than my grandpa.” The other voice bellowed. Slowly, they peeked over the edge of the branch, and Ostreatus paled. The giants were so, so much larger than what he’d imagined, their heads nearly brushing against the other low-hanging twigs and leaves. One of them was slightly shorter than the other, though they could still kill him within minutes if they put their minds to it. 

Their outfits were strange and brightly colored, which had clashed with the surrounding greens and browns. The bright colors strained his eyes, but he forced himself to keep staring. One of them held an almost black object with two tubes on it. A long, thick cord of black string kept it around the tall one's neck, yet its importance was lost on him. Maybe it was used as a makeshift bag? Next to Ostreatus, Johnny began to twitch in anticipation. Yet both he and Ostreatus tried to stay still as the giants began to walk closer and closer, their steps shaking him to his very core. 

Yet despite their large size, they were oblivious to the duo's fear. The smaller giant picked up a rock on the ground, and after inspecting it for a moment, threw it into the creek with a splash. Ostreatus shivered. It would take his entire strength to move something of that size, yet they moved it without breaking a sweat. Once again, the giant threw a rock, despite the complaints of the taller giant. “Jenny there's birds-”

“Dad, for once in your life can you shut up about birds?” The smaller one- ‘Jenny’- snarked. ‘Dad’ (Seriously, where do giants come up with their names?), sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand, the other occupied with the mystery object. ‘Jenny’ grabbed another rock and hucked it into the branches, dangerously close to where Ostreatus and Johnny perched. They both trembled, and the urge to flee was growing by the second. The catbird trilled softly, nudging him in the side.

He shushed him, gently carding a hand through his friend's feathers. Slowly, trying to not bring attention to himself, he mounted Johnny’s back. ‘Dad’ took a shaking step forward, dropping the mystery object in favor of hesitantly reaching out to the shorter giant. 

“Jen-” He began, gently touching her shoulder. She recoiled harshly, turning to face the other giant. She looked as if he’d personally offended her, and Ostreatus knew better than to stay put much longer. As soon as he urged Johnny forward, he heard the cold voice of ‘Jenny’. 

“Dad. For once in your fucking life just leave me ALONE!” She snapped. The stone she once held in her fist was hurtling through the air, right at them. It was as if time slowed as it came closer and closer, until Ostreatus felt it collide into his ribs. Then, his grip on the reins loosened, and he was free falling through the branches that scratched and tore his clothes. He scrambled to grab onto anything he could, but his efforts remained vain as he continued falling. As the swirling water approached, he reached out to Johnny, though he wasn’t sure if it was out of fear or a final goodbye as he collided with the icy creek below.

The currents were always a distant nightmare, but they could never compare to how they felt in reality. They twisted and pulled him below the surface, before spitting him back above again. Rocks and fallen sticks struck his body relentlessly, while the chill drained the strength from his small body. The water pulled him under numerous times, despite his vain attempts to fight it. Perhaps this is where he would die, fighting to stay alive until the murky water claimed his final breath. And because of giants no less. He would have laughed at that, had he not been struggling to keep afloat. He’d never been a very good swimmer.

In the distance, a gaping maw carved into the hills crept upon him, with bars of metal preventing anything, or anyone, from going in or out. Like an animal opening its jaw to eat its prey, with jagged metal teeth. And Ostreatus was going inside, whether he liked it or not. With his last remaining strength, he pushed through the bars, and fell victim to the currents. They threw him around, hitting him against the slimy stone walls before pulling him in again. And it repeated, over and over again, before the water finally calmed to a gentle lapping on the greasy floors of the pipeline.

The tube itself was claustrophobic in every sense of the word. His head brushed the top of it, despite his short stature. Gone was the sun or stars, as well as any light for that matter. He was left in pitch black darkness that seemed never ending. Sloshing water and the skittering of bugs and rats were the only sounds that echoed through the space, though it was nearly impossible to make out anything. He could barely see ahead of him, let alone any corners or other passageways. Behind him, the water lapped along the walls, trapping him inside a labyrinth of grime and danger. Slowly, Ostreatus stood on shaky legs, using the wall as a support, and walked through the pipes alone.

Stranded, scared, and utterly alone.

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Quick thank you to my betas Ms. Mouse & Soldier Blade!

I'll try to post pt 2 by the late March-early April, but there's no guarantees.

Other than that, have a good day!

Skullcaps and Catbirds

Next

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Birds were always comforting for Ostreatus. Ever since he’d been a child, when he would ogle at the big falcons his mom rode. Even now, at the ripe old age of 29 years old, he felt himself pause in awe at the grayish-brown catbird standing in front of him. A grin grew on his face as the bird, Johnny, chirped loudly. It unfortunately startled the poor scout-in-training who was saddling him up and Ostreatus winced in sympathy. In an instant, Johnny rose and bounded to him like an excited dog, leaving the trainee to scramble after him. Ostreatus huffed slightly, but still smiled as Johnny lightly headbutted him in the chest.

“You would think that you’ve been gone for years instead of a few hours.” Ostreatus turned to face the other person, Commander Mycena. She leaned against one of the empty stalls, a playful grin spread on her cheeks. He straightened as she approached, and banished any liveliness he felt prior.

“Commander, you called me in here?” He asked. Her smile faded slightly at his tone, but she said nothing. Mycena moved to the main opening of the stable, gesturing for them to follow. He frowned, but followed, with Johnny at his heels.

The “stable”, was a series of nests lined up in stalls for the scouts-birds to sleep in before going out on expeditions. It was built into the upper parts of an old oak, which previously housed an owl family. It was bustling with action, with many other scouts readying their own birds for take-off. Briskly, both Ostreatus and Mycena walked to the entrance that overlooked the outpost. On the ground, fellow members of the area began to start their day. Johnny jumped up to the ledge, and stretched his wings in the morning sun.

“Scout Pleu,” she began. “ I’m gonna need you to investigate some flooding up North. Some kind of…blockade. Its caused a shift in the flow of our water supply, and we need to know any alternative routes.” She ordered, turning directly to face him. He gave a curt nod in response, and mounted Johnny’s back. The bird chirped in response, gently shifting to be more comfortable. They were about to go when Ostreatus felt a hand on his leg. He looked to see Mycena staring deeply into his eyes, a slight grimace on her face. “Be careful. Giants have begun to… interfere with our forests as of late.” She cautioned.

“Yes Commander. We’ll be back as soon as we can.” He affirmed. She smiled in relief, and took a step back. With a gentle breath, he tightened the fastens on his gray cloak, and clutched the reins in his gloved palms. He gently urged Johnny forward, and the bird leaped off the side of the tree. When Ostreatus was younger, he’d been startled by the suddenness and spontaneity of these birds, but now he only whooped for joy as the wind rushed through his black hair.

Johnny swooped up, just missing the winding branches and rustling green leaves. Ostreatus pressed himself against the birds body as they broke through the trees and into the sky. For a moment, the world was quiet as they rose higher, slowly catching the winds of the skies. Johnny gently flapped his wings, and they both allowed themselves to look over the lands they called home.

The sun slowly rose over the horizon, lighting the woodlands of trees in a warm glow. A sea of greens greeted him, and a sense of calm washed over him. He took a deep breath, and nose-dived back into the treetops, unknowing of what fate had planned for him.

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Hello again! I've finally found the time and energy to write the prologue to this series! If all goes according to plan, I want to finish the first part by the end of this month, so you can look forward to that.

I do want to give a quick thank you to my editor Ms. Mouse, who helped me out at 11:00 pm to help me write and edit this.

If you have questions, comments, or anything like that, feel free to send in an ask! My inbox is open :].

May I offer you a tea pot house in these trying times?