#FAIRY KI!!

[killuaisaprincess]

Lille

Killua’s tiny, cute, and the most beautiful thing ever. He’s like a perfect little snowflake, with cute curls framing his cheeks that are tinted slightly pink and the slightest amount of glitter under his eyes.

[k1ra0nloose]

HEAR ME OUT

Smg34 + Royal high new campus + Dark fairy x Light fairy

Smg4 has a massive fear of fight causing him to never learn how to fly cause I said so

[urmomw4ntsme]

4, 23, 25, 15 for the ask game <3

hiiii lilyyyy <3 ty for the ask

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

ok so it depended on which teacher u asked ig? cus my language teachers adored me (😋 academic validation yes) but my p.t. teacher LITERALLY H A T E D me like from day 1 to day last she LOATHED me i have a suspicion why but forget that but my science teachers also loved me mainly cus i was good at science then 😭

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

okay well we never had to read books for assignments but we had library books that were switched weekly from 5th grade right? and i wud say my fav book that i read out of those was probably 'The Twins at St. Clare's' by Enid Blyton or the Secret Seven series. i love love loveddd these ones i would literally beg around asking for who had the next book in the series so that i could exchange my current book with them next week. another series i literally loved sm was the fairy chronicles by J. H. Sweet. like, r u kidding me? just look at the names of some of the books they SOUND so good

and they are kind of spiderman-esque? like, i dont remember very clearly because i was literally 10 when i was reading these but i think it was smth like there is a secret fairy society and these girls are fairies but they can't tell their parents or any normal human but they have to save the world whenever there's smth wrong it was SOOO GOODDDD. anyway i'll stop ranting about them now 😭 (also one last thing, i loved the twins at st clare's sm that i actually googled if st clare's is a real school where i can convince my parents to let me go to BECAUSE IT SOUNDED SO AWESOMEEEE AAAA)

23. strange habits?

ok so out of the habits i do know that i have, some strange ones are:

i am one of those people who will crack(?) their bones sm it will either terrify you or piss you off. not kidding. i start with my back, the typical try to bend backwards with some kind of support halfway till your back, and then i twist my upper back all the way to the left and then to the right and it literally sounds like gunshots. (i think theres sm up with that, gonna go to the doc soon) next i crack all my knuckles etc etc etc i do it with my elbows and my knees too its sooo satisfying but it drives my dad crazy aksjks

i touch my nose a lot. this is smth i have noticed recently but i feel like whenever im having a convo with someone and dont know what to say i scratch the bridge of my nose or just touch it or smth and its SO SUSPICIOUS 😭 like i feel like the person's gonna think im hiding something or lying i promise im not suspicious im just nervous or smth 😭

i......sing. like, when you're saying smth but u realise that that sentence is a song lyric too and then why would u say it normally when u cud sing it like an i-deserve-a-grammy-person? yea. that. i do that a lot 😔 do u still think im cool

25. first song you remember hearing?

i donttttt knowww i guess it would be a lullaby or a nursery rhyme? i really dont remember any songs from my childhood 😭 like i guess i remember the theme of this one cartoon i used to watch which was called 'chhoti anandi' (its so cool i still sing it sometimes) but i think i was around 8-9 when i started watching it? pretty sure i listened to more songs at that time and before that too but ig thats one of them so 💪🏽

[miredesart]

fairy of nature :)

[roseshiptea]

ofc i went to take a photo of the "that's that me espresso" icon, miss sabrina carpenter, in a café. like duh

[hansungiee]

If I watched Natsu cry over the fact Acnologia killed his dad I would personally rip Acnologias throat out with my own scrawny little hands

[naivesilver]

ASK MEME HUH? 😏 prepare yourself here :^)

okay okay so. (for the kid fic ask) 2 or 8 (toddler) or 3 (teenager)? with any parent child combination you feel like

I know this is a prime chance to write some angst but I have entered silly mode at some point lately so you get AU silliness only SLIGHTLY tinged with angst, I hope that's alright ssadkajshdnkbfk

(It also got longer than I'd anticipated, F in the chat for us all)

Kid/Parent Fic Prompts

3. "Everyone makes mistakes, it's okay."

"Hey, August, your dad said I'd find you..." Emma trails off, stopping halfway through the door as she takes in the scene before her. "...here. What are you guys doing?"

To Marco's credit, his son is, in fact, sitting in the shed just like the man had said. The only issue is that he's not alone - in fact, a swooping three of the kids in his care are crowded around him, typewriter pushed to the side as they peer at something taking center place on the table.

August looks up from it momentarily to shoot her a slight grin, which does nothing to soothe her confusion. "Scientific research."

"On a lamp? Thought that had been patented a while ago."

"Yes, but this is a monad lamp. We're trying to figure out if there's actually a cricket in here."

Emma's gaze moves to the object in question, eyebrows raised. "And that other guy's letting you? Isn't this literally attached to his hip most of the time?"

"We traded for the day!" The smallest of the puppets chirps excitedly, all but bouncing on August's knee. "Gina's showing him around, and we get to hang out with Gemini!"

"I see."

The problem with these kids, in Emma's mind, is that while they might have fairly contrasting personalities, there's something in them that betrays their connection even at first glance. Cedar's a sweet girl and the strange one with the metal arm is prone to brooding, and the two younger boys (she needs to find better nicknames to differentiate them than Big One and Little One, honestly - they bring to mind Tweedledee and Tweedledum, sometimes, but they'd probably take offense to that) are just unruly children like any other, and still they all share faint traces of past events that make her understand August a little bit more.

Right now, for example, the man has got a boy perched on his lap and Cedar leaning onto his shoulder, the other boy sitting on the tabletop with his ruined legs dangling over the edge, and yet they're all looking at her like they're about to tell her to take a leap of faith...or blow something up and ask her for help, at least, given Big Pinocchio's tendencies and those of the guy they call P. Emma should be backing away before it's too late, honestly.

"Doesn't that thing talk, anyway?" She hears herself asking instead, as if that were the most pressing matter. "Can't you just ask?"

"He's recharging," Cedar replies, ever the most helpful of them all. "That's why P left him at home. Grandfather said Gemini's not allowed to be around us unsupervised anymore, since the last time he tried to teach some nasty words to-"

"Hey!" The Pinocchio sitting on the table glares at her, a thunderous look on his face. "That's none of your business! Don't be a snitch!"

"It's not snitching if it's true! You only want to know because you've got a point to prove, anyway."

The boy sniffs haughtily, turning away. "I don't need to prove anything. I'm right. We've all got a cricket, so P should have one too."

"You're wrong. I never got a cricket, and Dad doesn't have one either-"

Emma can clearly see August barely stifling a laugh, the bastard. "Don't let Jiminy hear you say that, Cedar- I can assure you, he helped me quite a lot before he got a degree."

"I don't have a cricket," the little one says, beaming, seemingly unbothered by the squabble. "I just have Gina."

"Gina counts."

"Gina does not count, she's a duck." Cedar sighs, shaking her head of dark curls. "Why are you so worried about this, anyway? Your cricket isn't here, either."

One would expect Big Pinocchio to have a snappish retort for that, as well, and yet, none comes. Instead he seems to curl even further into himself, his glower even deeper, like a turtle tucking head and tail into its shell. "Yeah, but he was there," he mutters, much lower than before. "No one else could see him, so they thought I was making him up, but I wasn't. He was real, and I wasn't crazy."

The two adults exchange a look, the mood grown a tad more somber all of a sudden. This, perhaps, is the other thing these children have in common, and it's much less amusing than the first one - they have had some awful experiences already, for being so young, and sometimes they mention it in such an offhanded way, it sounds like everyday stuff, like making the bed or running errands.

Maybe it was everyday stuff for them, before. That doesn't make it more reassuring, either.

"That's okay." August sounds softer, too, as he leans closer to the boy and tries to meet his eyes. "We know you're not crazy. Those boys in your old school- they didn't have the full picture. Everyone makes mistakes, when they don't have the full picture."

And that, a smidge more teasing, once he has finally gotten Pinocchio to look up: "And I mean everyone. You know, Emma here, she didn't believe I was made of wood, in the beginning. Guess who proved her wrong later."

"Seriously?" Emma exhales heavily, relieved that her friend has been able to handle the situation so well and yet resigned to the fact that August continues to be, well, himself. "You only butt into this argument to throw me to the wolves?"

"You wouldn't want me to get in the way of a scientific debate, do you?"

If this were a normal conversation between the two of them, she would tell him to stop being so cheeky; but as it is, there are three more people in the room with them right now, people who have barely stopped looking wary and guarded before returning to their analysis of an otherworldly piece of machinery. There is little Emma can do beside playing along, distracting them from whatever effects the past still has on them all. She owes them that, at least.

"Alright," she says, dragging a spare stool closer and finding a spot near the table, mindless to how Cedar moves to lean on her instead, as is the nature of things.

"Let's crack this, then. I came over to ask something else, but you guys got to me. Show me what you've got, Gemini."

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Okay no joke, I generally forgot the Ever After High doll diaries confirmed the next Blue Fairy was basically fucking dead and at the end of her diary, Farrah flies off to find Cedar, determined to help her in the late Blue Fairy's place.

[quarter-lif3crisis]

Weightlifting Fairy Bokjo (2016-2017)

[killuaisaprincess]

🩷🦋🌸🦋🌸🩷

[pizzaandcoffeeintherain]

What's your favourite angst/romance/ enemies to lovers/or hurt/comfort/strong damsel in distress dramas?

[warm-mangoes-with-chai]

I adore Kennie JD! She's so funny! Makes me wish I was better at makeup 😔

Same bestie 😮‍💨 she always does really creative looks. Though, I typically just put one of her vids on when I do something else, then come back and watch watch it later lol

[survivalistghost]

kdrama review

weightlifting fairy kim bok joo

if you're looking for a light hearted drama with its fair share of entertainment, kim bok joo is for you.

i. strong female lead - personally, i liked how bok joo is so strong, physically and mentally, but that never stopped her from needing or wanting joon hyung.

ii. unnecessary love triangle - honestly speaking, the drama was absolute perfection if it had not been for the idiotic love triangle. this love triangle between joon hyung, bok joo and jae yi was so ridiculous it made me cringe. but i liked how it was important for bok joo's realisation that she was a 'lady' too.

iii. the cutest friendships EVER - the trio of the three friends and joon hyung's cute bestfriend was the best part of the show. they managed to show friendship struggles perfectly balanced with the romancey parts.

iv. i loved how they showed that weightlifting being a taxing sport on one's feminity took a toll on bok joo and that she did recover from it, with her own time and struggles.

v. they could've done without the ex girlfriend and childhood crush trope, but the mother and adopted family plotline was pretty cute and well executed.

all in all, if u like cute boys, wholesome friendships, clueless girls and cute families, kim bok joo is for you!

(special mention for kang ki young for being his amazing adorable self as always. he's like the pankaj tripathi or raju srivastava of korean dramas - always there somehow)

7/10

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Arthur touches the mirror in case…oh he doesn’t know, but in case of something, and finds it solid, cool, everything as it ought to be. Which means what? Which means there’s nothing for it but to retreat to bed where he leaves a candle burning and falls asleep to the hum of bees. Dreams of the hunger of Leviathan. Of ancient monsters resurrected. Of spear-Danes and Geats tearing arms off beasts. Of a once-dead king saying: renewal is needed. Renewal is what is required. But there is a risk that he won’t ask the right question.

Arthur is about to have the TIME OF HIS LIFE. And by that I mean he’s going to hate every bleeding second of it. 

Napoleon: so, thoughts on ghosts and the fae? 

Arthur: get that crap outta here. 

Napoleon: too late. 

[indianmovielinks]

A man (Ranveer Singh) from a crime family falls in love with a woman (Deepika Padukone) who is resistant to her family's choice of a husband for her. Based on Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.

[fluffy-stories]

Fluffy and the Great Garden Adventure

The morning sun poured through the window of Fluffy’s apartment, illuminating the colorful trinkets he had collected during his many quests. Today, however, the brilliant light highlighted something unexpected—a leaf—a single, green, glistening leaf sitting atop his coffee table.

Fluffy tilted his head, his shaggy dark grey fur rustling as he leaned closer to inspect the anomaly. His bright reddish-brown eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Where did you come from, little leaf?” he mused aloud, imagining it had perhaps fallen from a tree during one of his heroic adventures.

His mind whirred with excitement as he imagined a vast, enchanted garden hidden away, just waiting to be discovered. With a mischievous grin spreading across his face, Fluffy declared, “Today shall be a grand adventure! I shall find the source of this mystical leaf!”

He hopped to his feet, adjusting the colander he wore as a helmet and grabbing his trusty broom-spear. Fluffy’s tail twitched in anticipation, and he bounded toward the front door, ready to embark on his quest.

Outside, the air was filled with the scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers. Fluffy could hardly contain himself; he imagined a world bursting with color, populated by creatures of myth and magic. “I can almost see the fairies dancing among the flowers!” he exclaimed, narrating his adventure as he skipped down the sidewalk.

As he approached the nearby park, Fluffy’s eyes widened at the sight of a lush garden. It was a patchwork of vibrant colors—bright yellows, deep purples, and fiery reds, all intermingling with the soft greens of the foliage. He darted through the entrance, feeling like an explorer stepping into a legendary land.

“Behold!” he shouted, raising his broom-spear triumphantly. “I have arrived at the legendary Garden of Whimsy!”

The flowers seemed to sway in agreement, and Fluffy took that as a sign of welcome. He trotted deeper into the garden, weaving between blossoms and buzzing bees. Each flower, in Fluffy's imagination, held secrets and treasures—perhaps a flower that could sing or one that could grant wishes!

“Let the adventure begin!” he declared, plucking a particularly colorful flower and holding it up to his nose. He inhaled deeply, expecting a burst of magic. Instead, he sneezed explosively. “ACHOO!” The flower, clearly startled, flopped over like a tired old soldier.

Fluffy giggled. “Oops! Sorry, little buddy! No offense meant!”

Just then, a voice echoed from behind him. “Are you always this loud?”

Fluffy spun around to see Zane, his friend, standing nearby with an amused smirk. “You know this isn’t a library, right?”

Fluffy grinned, bouncing on his toes. “Zane! You have to come see this! I found the Garden of Whimsy! It’s amazing!”

Zane chuckled, adjusting his backpack. “I thought I was the only one who found this place enchanting. What’s so special about it?”

Fluffy waved his broom-spear dramatically. “It’s filled with magical flowers! And look!” He pointed to a shimmering bush adorned with blossoms that sparkled like stars. “I bet those can grant wishes!”

Zane rolled his eyes but followed Fluffy, humor dancing in his own bright eyes. “Alright, let’s see if you can get a wish or two. Just don’t go sneezing on them again!”

Together, they explored the garden, Fluffy leading the way with boundless energy. He narrated their every move, transforming mundane activities into epic quests. “We shall now cross the Bridge of Blossoms!” he announced, leaping over a small stream that bubbled with laughter (at least in his imagination).

As they journeyed deeper into the garden, they stumbled upon an odd sight—a gnarled tree with an enormous door carved into its trunk. The door was tiny, barely big enough for Fluffy to fit through, but it was decorated with intricate patterns of vines and flowers.

“Behold, the Door of Secrets!” Fluffy declared, puffing out his chest. “This is where the garden keeps its greatest treasures!”

Zane raised an eyebrow, glancing at Fluffy. “And how exactly do we open it?”

“By knocking, of course!” Fluffy replied, his eyes gleaming. He took a deep breath, raised his paw, and knocked three times.

To their astonishment, the door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit space filled with glittering objects—sparkling stones, shimmering leaves, and a cozy atmosphere that felt like stepping into a dream.

Inside, they found a small, whimsical creature—a tiny fairy with wings that sparkled like sunlight filtering through the trees. Her expression was one of surprise and curiosity. “Who dares enter my domain?”

Fluffy’s eyes widened in awe. “It’s a fairy! I knew it! I’m Fluffy the Brave, and this is Zane. We seek knowledge and perhaps a few magical wishes!”

The fairy laughed, her voice tinkling like the soft chime of bells. “You two are certainly amusing. I don’t give away wishes for free, but I can offer you a challenge.”

Fluffy’s heart raced. “A challenge? Tell us more!”

“The Great Flower Contest,” the fairy explained. “You must find the rarest flower in this garden—the Bloom of Eternity—and bring it back to me. If you succeed, I shall grant you each one wish.”

Fluffy’s tail flicked with excitement. “We accept the challenge! Come on, Zane! We must find the Bloom of Eternity!”

The fairy smiled, pointing them toward a winding path leading deeper into the garden. “But beware, young adventurers! The path is fraught with trials. You’ll need your wits about you!”

With newfound determination, Fluffy and Zane set off down the twisting path. The garden came alive around them. Fluffy narrated their journey, exaggerating every bump and turn as if they were traversing uncharted territory.

They encountered flowers that spouted riddles, and Zane had to solve each one before they could pass. “What has roots that nobody sees?” asked a sunflower. Zane scratched his head, then shouted, “A mountain!” The flower nodded and allowed them to proceed.

Fluffy, however, faced his own challenges. He had to dodge the playful vines that tried to trip him up, turning his journey into a game of agility. “I’m too quick for you, tricky vines!” he shouted, leaping and twirling as he evaded their grasp.

Finally, after navigating a maze of colorful blossoms, they stumbled upon a secluded glade where the air shimmered with magic. In the center, illuminated by soft golden light, stood the Bloom of Eternity—a flower unlike any other. Its petals were an ethereal blend of colors, shifting and flowing like a living rainbow.

“We found it!” Fluffy exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with joy. “The Bloom of Eternity!”

As they approached the flower, a gentle voice echoed in the glade. “Only those with pure hearts may claim the bloom.”

Fluffy and Zane exchanged glances. “That’s us!” Fluffy declared confidently. With a careful hand, Fluffy reached for the flower. The moment his paw touched it, the petals glowed brightly, enveloping him in a warm, magical light.

With the bloom safely in his grasp, Fluffy turned to Zane, who wore an expression of sheer wonder. “We did it, Zane! Let’s go back to the fairy!”

They rushed back to the gnarled tree, the Bloom of Eternity held high. The fairy gasped as they entered. “You’ve returned with the bloom! Incredible!”

Fluffy beamed with pride. “Now we get our wishes!”

“Indeed,” the fairy replied, waving her hand. “What are your desires?”

Fluffy thought for a moment, then said, “I wish for every flower in this garden to bloom forever, so everyone can enjoy their beauty!”

The fairy nodded, and with a wave of her hand, a radiant light spread through the garden, causing every blossom to unfurl in a vibrant explosion of color.

“And for you, Zane?” she asked.

Zane, still in awe, smiled and said, “I wish for every adventure we have together to be filled with joy and laughter.”

“Done,” the fairy replied with a twinkle in her eye. “You two are truly worthy adventurers.”

As the fairy vanished, Fluffy and Zane stood among the blooming flowers, laughter bubbling up between them. “That was amazing!” Zane said, still smiling. “You really have a way of turning every day into an adventure, Fluffy.”

Fluffy grinned, his tail flicking excitedly. “Of course! Every day is a chance for magic! Now, let’s celebrate with some snacks!”

And with that, they made their way back home, ready to enjoy the treasures of their adventure and the beauty of their enchanted garden.