#enchanted objects

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 😂

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.

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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“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. 

~~~

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: