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The Beatles interview with East At Six Ten (1963)
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Whumpril 2026
-6- (alt) Cursed -7- Ambush
âOoh, new jewelry! Iâll take this ring. The rest is useless.â
Gale peered into the open chest and retrieved a handful of coins and a bottle of half-decent wine. Hurrying to stow them in his pack, he urged, âAstarion, let me have a look at that ring. You read the same parchment I readâdoomed lovers were buried here, and if thatâs one of their rings it may have some less-than-lovely magic lingering about it.â
Nearby but with his back to Gale, searching for the best light by which to see the red-stoned ring, Astarion impulsively slid it onto first one finger, then another, trying to make it fit. âHmm,â he wondered, âPretty.â
Gale bent to take a last look in the chestâthey were in no position to leave behind anything potentially usefulâand in a shattering instant, he sensed a frenzy of incoming motion and felt a hot, stinging pain at the back of his shoulder. Reflexively, he reached for the smarting spot, felt that his robe was wet. At once on guard, he pivoted, sought out attackers. There was only Astarion--wild-eyed--shining, blood-stained dagger in hand. He slashed again, aiming for Galeâs neck, but Gale managed to dodge by side-stepping out of the way.
âWhat in the hells are you doing?â he cried, and found space to back away from Astarion, who bared his teeth, menacing. âAstarion, stop! Youâll kill me!â
Terrifyingly, Astarion only raised his eyebrows, lips curling into a satisfied sort of smirk. âI know,â he said, low and even. As he adjusted his grip on the daggerâs handle, Gale caught a glinting glimpse of silver metal and lava-like stoneâthe damned ring. Astarion lunged forward, and though Gale half-spun out of range, the blade whizzed a gash along the back of Galeâs hand. A sliver of red appeared, then blood quickly began to run over his wrist; a familiar, sickly aroma wafted up from the woundânecrosis. More than a mere cut, thenâthere was some damaging dark magic in Astarionâs attacks. Gale shouted a spell that whisked him instantly out of Astarionâs reach, threw his pack down where he arrived, and crouched to rifle through it. He flicked his glance from Astarion to his collection of scrolls and back again. Astarion sheathed his dagger, but then reached behind his back for his bow and an arrow.
âAstarion!â Gale called frantically, hoping the sound of his name might help Astarion remember himself. âYou donât want to hurt me. I think that ring is cursed.â
âOh. Curses,â Astarion intoned, the word thick with sarcasm. He was laying the arrow in place, raising the bow to shoulder height. Gale could live through a couple of shallow stab wounds, but Astarion was masterful with the bow, and if he let the arrow fly, Gale reckoned heâd be dead before he hit the ground.
âPlease, Astarion, take off that ring. Put down the bow. Itâs me youâre aiming at.â Galeâs voice was becoming frantic, and even as he found the scroll he needed, he cast his glance all around, looking for quick cover. If they survived this, he was going to prioritise committing this spell to memory. Astarionâs penchant for grabbing at any pretty thing without examining it for wards, curses, hexes, or poison made it seem likely they could end up in a similar situation in future. But first, Gale had to get them through this one, intact.
Astarion pausedâperhaps in response to Galeâs pleasâand he tilted his hand to look closely at the ring, but rather than taking it offâthrowing it awayâhe gave another pleased little grin and resumed taking aim at Gale, steadying his narrow gaze, drawing back the bowstring. The two inhaled simultaneously, but while Astarion held his breath, Gale gathered his focus to a pinpoint, carved a gesture in the air, and shouted the three-syllable incantation. There was the expected blue-green flash, but Gale closed his eyes, braced for the piercing arrow to strike his chest, or throat.
Astarion muttered, âShit,â and Gale ventured to look at him. Dropping both arrow and bow to the ground as he ran toward Gale, Astarionâs expression softened and bent with anguish. He was himself again. When he reached Gale, he grabbed for the wounded hand, pressed the cut to his mouth, licked at the blood to clean and staunch it, then pulled Gale into a hard embrace. âIâm sorry!â he sobbed. âI donât know what happened.â
Gale held him, hushed him. âItâs all right,â he assured. âIâm all right.â
âI would never,â Astarion began, and stood back to look Gale up and down, trying to reassure himself his injuries were not mortal. "Well. Perhaps not never."
âAh, youâre back,â Gale said. âAny and all curses successfully removed.â
âBut I can keep the ring?â
Gale gave him a scathing look, and held out his hand, palm up. With obvious reluctance, Astarion wriggled the ring off his finger and pressed it into Galeâs palm. He made a motion as if he might throw it into the forest, but Astarion looked so distraught, Gale decided instead to pocket it.
âIâll have it examined by at least one other wizard, and perhaps a cleric or two. Once itâs deemed safeââ
Astarion smiled expectantly. Gale took his hand and traced the length of one pale finger with the tip of his own. âOnce itâs deemed safe, perhaps Iâll slide it back onto your pretty finger.â It might only have been his imagination, or only the noise of a small forest creature nearby, but it seemed to Gale that Astarion gave a little purr at the intimation.
âFor now, though, please promise me: no more impulsive interactions with found objects.â
âWell. . .â
Gale frowned.
âIâll try.â
 âGood. Now. I need an anti-necrosis potion, and a healer.â
Really wanted to try to make a yule log cake after work today but after dealing with the grocery store chaos I got home and fell asleep instead đ
My beloved demon mama dagon for jack agenda <3
Pic of the Day: Monday the 13th is its own kind of curse... so I present to you James Marsters making *this* face, while recording his animated series #Curses! in 2023... which is *sure* to ward off the bad ju-ju of that double hitter... @JamesMarstersOf

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Hi! Are you still gonna write Jason with the Avengers or will you just focus on him with the Defenders? đ (I love your writing btw. More Power! đŞđŞ)
yes!! I have a bit of the fic written already actually. I think I'll fully work on it after I finish the Jason + the defenders second part!
the fic that exists right now is pre-avengers so it is mostly Natasha and Clint and Coulson who encounter a Jason that never left the LoA. very fun times đ
In Curses, how and why did Rapunzel immediately believe Shorty when he claimed that the moose tooth was actually his missing tooth? He lies a lot. XD
Well, Rapunzel was kind of in superstitious mode, and she was finding all sorts of things that seem crazy. Also, she is, even at that stage in the journey, gullible (it's something she's working on), and she's mostly willing to believe what people tell her at first. She had no reason not to believe that it was actually Shorty's tooth.
Also, to be fair, I don't think Shorty lies. Lying implies intent to deceive. What Shorty is (or was, in the movie), is chronically drunk. I suppose in the series, it could be read as delusional. He's not trying to trick or deceive anyone, he just... says the first thing that pops into his head, whether he believes it or not.