#Fairyland Romance

[kdram-chjh]

Cdrama: Fairyland Romance (2023)

Gifs of Intro of cdrama “Fairyland Romance”

MULTI SUB 《与卿书》 第1集：左经纶误入桃花坞 | Fairyland Romance EP01 | 撒娇男人最好命！心机世子追妻套路深 | 黄羿/王弘毅/柯颖/刘胤君 | MangoTV

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFUWBIf7DQQ

[puddingvalkyrie]

Hello there! My name is Alicia, and I'm a comic fantasy author!

I love fairy tales and folklore, history, cooking, especially baking, and being silly. Still an anime fan but a bit out of the loop these days...

I have a webcomic called Vampires Don't Belong in Fairytales which you can find on my side blog @vampiresdontbelonginfairytales

I wrote/am writing a book series of the same name.

Asks aren't open on my main, but they ARE on the above ^^

[amomohthefairy]

Prince, flowers, lovely meetings😌❤️🌸

[holyhead-harpy]

This very much tracks with the idea in English Romance tradition that the west is a land of magic and a nostalgic past. Wales and Fairyland are often almost interchangeable.

For Harry, Wales/Fairyland/Godric’s Hollow is the place of happiness and safety that was lost and can be recalled only in fantasy.

In The Philosopher’s Stone, Hagrid tells Dumbledore that baby Harry fell asleep as they flew over Bristol. To fly over Bristol, going in the direction of Surrey, you’d have to be coming from Wales. Nowhere else makes sense geographically. Therefore, Godric’s Hollow is in Wales. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[fiction-quotes]

Saturday wanted to say: Listen to me. Love is a Yeti. It is bigger than you and frightening and terrible. It makes loud and vicious noises. It is hungry all the time. It has horns and teeth and the force of its fists is more than anyone can bear. It speeds up time and slows it down. And it has its own aims and missions than those who are lucky enough to see it cannot begin to guess. You might see a Yeti once in your life or never. You might live in a village of them. But in the end, no matter how fast you think you can go, the Yeti is always faster than you, and you can only choose how you say hello to it, and whether you shake its hand.

  —  The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two (Catherynne M. Valente)

[samantabrzozowska]

PARADISE OF GOD’S LOVE

“We all came here from a spiritual world,

from the energy of love, from God’s heart.

We’re His eternal children, and we are made

to live in the paradise of His love. So let’s live

like that, and let’s create a paradise in our life.”

With love Sam

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Salome!

"La Belle Dame sans Mercy" ("The Beautiful Lady Without Mercy") - A ballad by John Keats

"The poem is about a fairy who condemns a knight to an unpleasant fate after she seduces him with her eyes and singing." please

This screams Knight!König x Fairy!Reader to me.

I just know König would gladly die by the hand of such an ethereal being.

"She looked at me as she did love, and made a sweet moan."

"And sure in language strange she said—'I love thee true.'"

That’s it. Thank you.

I swear this artwork kills me everytime I see it....

Ok this became the silliest fairytale ever 🩷✨️

CW: Historical AU blending with mythical/supernatural AU. König being a dreamy mess of a knight who doesn't fit in "normal" society. Reader is part of faefolk. Heavy Arthurian Romance vibes.

König returns to the castle one day. The son of a great liege lord, a warrior through and through, but some people say he should’ve been a poet: so dreamily he looks beyond the battlements at times, sighs after drinking too much wine, stares off into dark corners of the room while tending to his sword and armour as if he can see little pixies dancing there.

His siblings sometimes hit him on the back of his head, or wave a hand over his eyes when he’s about to slip into the fairy world, a forgotten plane that is not supposed to reach the castle. But the castle stones were taken from the moors and the woods, the old land not bending to the priest’s will no matter how many crosses they brought here. Fragile souls are wanton prey for the elves and the fairies who would take them to their land the moment they drop down their guard, and only prayer and fasting hold them at bay. In the fairylands, there is no toil or sorrow; the food is golden honey and wine, the dance and love everlasting, and the fae girls more beautiful than any human maid.

It sounded too good to be true, and it was: God had created men to work and women to give birth, and all the land was theirs to use and cultivate, it was not made to simply run and frolic upon. Some say that these were just old tales and that Christ would banish these creatures away, turn the land to yielding crops and tame firewood.

But some still believed.

When he was a child, the mighty son of the feared lord took porridge and almonds to the woods. “For the fairy people,” he said with bright, trusting eyes. Stole food from under the mistress’s nose, and no one ever dared to say anything about it.

But when this nonsense carried on to adulthood, people had to intervene. There was work to be done, war, harvest and building, and no matter how many coins this man paid to the visiting bards, it would never turn their stories true.

His arm was strong and his strike was true, but his head seemed to be filled with dandelion wine, even when he hadn’t been drinking. Sighed after this maiden or that, wished to travel to foreign lands, courted every nobleman’s daughter who visited the castle, but no one ever took him seriously.

This man had to watch how lady after lady chose some other valiant knight as their husband, some men whose heads were not filled with fairytales and dreams. They did flirt with him, for who could’ve resisted the temptation of making this giant a little sweaty under all that armor? Armor that demanded plate for two people, and a smith who had the talent to forge such a beastly thing.

Nevertheless, he was always left without a warm embrace, and so he was usually found outside, looking at the full moon or spending time in taverns, choosing the company of thieves and rascals over his serious kin.

And now he has returned from the woods, having been gone for months.

People thought he had finally left to fight for some other lord, posing as a simple footsoldier, a disguise that would relieve him of his tedious duties as a knight. Or to court some “lovely peasant girl” he always talked about – such talks were usually crushed by his father, demanding him to be sensible for once in his life.

But he doesn’t prattle about peasant girls now, nor does he ramble about screaming ships at the bottom of the sea. He doesn’t hold a speech about forgotten stone circles in the forest, the ones that already grow moss. No, he has finally lost it completely.

His eyes are wild, as is his hair; his armour is nowhere to be seen, and his sword is without its sheath. He doesn’t talk about what he saw in that forest to anyone, nor is he willing to tell where he has even been these past few moons.

He seems very shaken when he’s told they were worried he wouldn’t make it to the May Day feast, and asks for how long he was gone, drives a hand through dishevelled hair when he hears that he was away for three full months.

“Three months…” he mutters to himself, then leaves to his room, the huge sword dragging against the stone floor as he goes. He has always, always made sure it wouldn’t dull, but now he’s treating it like it’s become a part of him, confused and lost.

He doesn’t eat, hardly speaks after that.

The food tastes like ash, he says, and the ale tastes like bile. But the following evening, when his mother orders someone to pour her poor son some more wine, he looks up helplessly like a child.

“I have to go back,” he says.

A clamour arises, huffed exclaims of “What on earth is he on about” and “Sir, you only just got back!” His father rises from his chair and orders him to stop this nonsense at once. But this time, there is no embarrassed sweep of hand through hair, no red colour that rises on this peculiar knight’s cheeks. His lips only make a thin line before he rises as well and leaves the hall with a weight on his shoulders and dark determination in his stare.

At the stables, a stout Moorland pony and poor stable boy get to witness the drunken bawls of a forlorn knight. The wine sack almost slips from his hands to the dirt as he slumps against the timber of the stall, distorted face coming to rest against a wide, shaky palm.

Luckily, a friend of his knows where to look, and the stable boy sneaks into the shadows, slightly scared of the sorrow of such a big, intimidating man.

But even the companion who always listened to every enthusiastic story since they were kids and ran across the moors, throwing little rocks at his father’s soldiers and laughing when their helmets made a funny clinky sound, can not understand the drunken babble that comes out of König’s mouth this time.

He starts from the middle, which is highly unusual, and talks in strings of sentences that don’t make sense. “She was real, I just know it,” he repeats, over and over again in the middle of confessions about how beautiful she was, how her hair was like the softest spun yarn, her body incredible, naked and wild when she came to him. That her laugh was like the chime of little bells or the sound of the loveliest harp, a song on its own when she walked to him.

She was fascinated with his sword, especially the pommel and the handle interested her, and the curve in the middle of the blade she brushed with her fingers as if it was an entire vale.

He had never seen a woman touch his sword like that… They were never interested in such things, but she was, and she asked him so many questions.

Had he ever felled a tree?

Did he like squirrels?

Were his thighs as hairy as his chest?

She took him down the river, or he followed her; he can’t remember. Her step was so light it didn’t make a sound, and the moss seemed to turn brighter every time her little foot stepped on it. Her hands were tiny too when she wrapped them around his neck, pressed her body against his, and kissed him until there was nothing left of him: no helmet, no sword, nothing but sun and her, her hands and her lips.

Her mouth was still on his when she whispered she didn’t like his armour because it was so hard and rigid and cold, oh, she wondered if there was a man inside there at all.

So of course he showed her.

She giggled at the sight of him, especially his thighs, knelt down on the moss to see how hairy they were.

And would you believe the way she touched him then? It makes him heady even now…

Yes, he took her. But not the way a man takes a woman. She came to straddle him and laughed again, and the things they did together… He can’t even speak about them, but he knows the sun always shined when they rolled on the grass. Her giggles and moans surrounded him, her soft little thighs were stronger than they looked, her breasts so round and soft, so perfect he swore he had gone to heaven.

He bathed in her, with her, all day long. And the nights… You wouldn’t believe the nights: there was song and dance and more giggling women, and also a man dressed all in leaves, so big and thick he first thought he was a tree. An old king, she said, nothing he should worry about. And the wine tasted like summer and honey and gold; it was red, perhaps, but also like sea amber and sun…

She fed him flowers and laughed, caressed his face and said he’s the biggest and hairiest human she had ever seen. She let him lick honey from her fingertips and caressed him with heather and ivy, opened her mouth before feeding him a soft, sweet piece of cake, showing him how he needed to open his mouth as well if he wanted it on his tongue.

She kissed the crumbs from his lips and trailed a finger down his chest, all the way down, until…

Oh, he can’t talk about it.

It was better than he ever even imagined: better than the stories they tell in the taverns. It was like his wedding night, over and over again, it was like he was Lancelot, and she was his Guinevere.

No, no, she was not an enchantress, although everything about her was enchanting... All the stories came alive with her, even the moon was bigger than anywhere he’d ever seen, the deers ran past them while they made love, and the birds sang even at night.

He told her he loved her, but she didn’t know what it meant. When he explained it to her, she looked at him gently, so gently…

He cried from joy then, but she never mocked him. She only said it’s a sign that he’s hers. That he will never forget her. She said he’ll always find her, even when he’s old: she will make him young again. He’s welcome here if he wants: she has so many places to show him.

He thanked all the saints for having found her, Saint George and Saint Mary first, but stopped when her little brows furrowed with sorrow. Her eyes, filled with starlight and love, turned so sad that his heart couldn’t bear it, not for one beat.

The sea is far wilder here: he should come and see the ocean as it was at the dawn of time. The ivy is so strong you can use it to climb the trees and see the whole world from atop the tree, the whole land, covered in forest, such as it was before humans came. There’s no smoke or fire or war: just green everywhere, wild rippling streams and honey bees and berries and fish for everyone who ever feels hungry... They can make love day and night, and she’ll teach him all the songs of old. Humans only remember bits and pieces, but she knows how things really happened, she can tell him everything about heroes, kings and queens.

She said she wanted to sleep, and so he took her from the feast and laid her on the grass… She might’ve sung to him, he can’t remember, but it was like an angel’s caress all over him, somber and sweet before the dreams took him, a dream within a dream.

He slept for ages, it seemed, saw so many dreams, each more beautiful than the last until he woke up and saw that the forest had turned grey.

There was no maiden in his lap, no dance and song in the distance, no scent of flowers and dreams and springs to be found. The sun was up in the sky, but it didn’t paint all the colours with gold or fill the streams with light. The forest was half dead to him, just old, thick trees around him, a green-grey forest floor and a shaggy squirrel who chirped and squeaked at him as if it was his fault that the fae folk were gone.

He searched for her, called for her, but she didn’t answer, and how could she have? He didn’t even know her name. He only knew how lovely she felt, how soft her hair was when it fell to cover him like a veil, how adorable her sighs and tiny little gasps were when he filled her, over and over again.

His armour was nowhere to be found, and his sword was somewhere downstream, half covered with leaves and dirt, rusty and beaten by the wind. It was early spring when he came here; the land was still barren and grey, but now, everything was green. Still, it was not the green he wanted. It was not the green that filled his vision entirely, bright, blooming green that pulsed with lush joy. It was just… earth and grass and dirt.

So you see, he has to go back. He has to find her, whatever it takes. She promised he could always come back… She promised…

He cries once more, head bowed and mighty shoulders trembling from the force of his sorrow, and it is no use to tell him that the fae folk are evil. That they’re from the Devil and only want to make good, decent men like them forget. Forget their duty, their laws, their Christ.

It’s no use to tell him that it is not natural, the place he has seen. No doubt he has been somewhere, but it cannot be anything good… No man can survive on flowers and spring water for three months; they cannot frolic with the faeries for days on end without losing their mind and soul.

And König is already lost; he was lost since he was a child, rambling about how he received flowers, sticks and stones as tokens of the faefolk’s gratitude because he brought them food.

He tries to tell the boy who never grew up, the mightiest man in this kingdom, the dreamiest knight there ever was, that he needs to return to the real world. No fae woman would have him as a husband, they are only after his soul. But surely some human lady would take him into her bed, think about it, for God’s sake, please... He has duties here, people who love him, his father would make him a lord if he only put himself together. What kind of knight would abandon his sword, helmet and armour for the sake of an elf who despises the saints...?

But in the morn, König is gone.

His rusty sword is on the floor, the wooden cross taken off the wall. There lies a honeycomb and a flower on his window, a blossom so sweet it cannot be plucked from any field around here. Too exotic and bright, especially when placed atop the rough, grey stones, it looks like it could never wither from how beautifully it blooms.

The peasants now tell a tale of a man that haunts the woods: a huge giant dressed all in green, donning a leaf cloak of some sort and a beard that grows ivy. But they say he is not evil: he only shows himself to hunters who are about to fall a deer, or children who remember the land with little gifts.

Old men say they saw a green man when they were kids and brought bread and milk to the faeries, they swear to this day they saw a man who greeted them with a smile. And when they looked again, there was nothing but a tree where this giant stook, a young oak, sighing with the wind...

[destieltropecollection]

Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 24: Fluff

Animal | @ididitallofitforyou Rating: General Word Count: 1,014 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Established Relationship, Kid Fic Summary: Cas and the kids stumble over a pet adoption event

The Bliss | @blessyoushondahurley Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,223 Main Tags/Warnings: established relationship, domestic fluff, halloween Summary: A fluffy domestic day in the life of a happy, settled, married, post-hunter Dean Winchester and family.

Kiss it better | @tami-ryver Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,332 Main Tags/Warnings: Season/Series 09, Human Castiel (Supernatural), Human Castiel in the Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural), Sick Castiel (Supernatural), Caretaker Dean Winchester, Fluff, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Cuddling & Snuggling, Cuddling Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Takes Care of Castiel Summary: Cas is sleeping soundly, and Dean tries his forehead; it's not as hot as it was before. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and smiles. Cas is indeed in good hands, and Dean is going to make sure he is healthy as soon as possible. Because if there is one thing he doesn't like, it's when the people he loves are in pain. Wait, loves? He loves Cas? Oh. Oh.

Early Morning | @ididitallofitforyou Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,378 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Post Canon, Boys Kissing, Established Relationship, Retired Dean and Cas, Baker Dean, Bookstore Owner Cas Summary: When Dean’s alarm goes off, he quickly silences it and groans as he falls back against his pillow. Before he can talk himself out of bed, Cas rolls over and snuggles up against him, head on his shoulder, arm around his waist. Dean leans down to nuzzle Cas’ hair as he slowly rubs his hand across Cas’ back and shoulder. How did he - Dean Winchester, hunter extraordinaire, the guy with nothing but a GED and a give ‘em hell attitude - get so lucky as to end up here? Married to his not-quite-an-angel-anymore, best-friend-turned-love-of-his-life. He’s so goddamned happy he doesn’t know what to do with himself sometimes. Dean huffs an incredulous laugh and shakes his head. He’s got to get moving or he’s going to be late.

loving on island time | @deancaskiss Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2,015 Main Tags/Warnings: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Kissing, Boys Kissing, French Kissing, Originally Posted on Tumblr, Cross-Posted on Tumblr, Established Relationship, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Married Castiel/Dean Winchester, Anniversary, Day At The Beach, Beaches, Sunsets, Road Trips, POV Castiel (Supernatural), Surprises, Surprise Kissing, Flirting, Castiel/Dean Winchester Flirting, Romance, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Roses, Alcohol Summary: Cas slipped a note into the handle of Dean’s coffee mug, set it on the bedside table, and placed a kiss against Dean’s temple. 'Let’s go on a road trip. I’ll drive.’

Hot & Cold | @macy2me Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2,064 Main Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Marriage Proposal, Castiel Proposes Marriage to Dean Winchester, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Human Summary: When Dean accidentally finds out that there is an engagement ring hidden in the house, he plays a game of Hot & Cold with Cas to find it. Short fic created as part of the Love & Winchesters birthday drabble exchange.

Fairy Cake Shop | @verobatto Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2,546 Main Tags/Warnings: Fantasy, love at first sight, fairy!Dean, human!Cas, modern setting Summary: Dean, Charlie and Benny are unpaid fairies working for Fairyland collecting human's emotions like pearls. To do this work, they run together a cake shop that fullfils human's good wishes. One day Dean meets Castiel, a widower father, and his life changes for ever.

The Starlight | @Velvethopewrites Rating: General Word Count: 3,803 Main Tags/Warnings: Meet-cute, AU, shy!Cas, awkward!Cas, fluff, bartender!Dean, human AU, pre-slash Summary: A cold and rainy night brings two people together.

The Way to a Man's Heart (In a Blizzard) | @thefandomsinhalor Rating: General Word Count: 4,344 Main Tags/Warnings: Neighbors AU, Dean Has a Crush on Castiel, Snowed In, Baker Castiel, Sweet Dean, Happy Ending Summary: Determined to spend the weekend on his own as a snow storm hits the city, Dean may change his mind when a handsome neighbor knocks on his door. Propositioning him with delicious food, no less.

One Way Mirror | @starstiels Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 5,312 Main Tags/Warnings: outsider pov, fluff, didn't know they were dating, protective dean, protective castiel, episode: s12e01, episode: s12e02, cas and dean use their words Summary: When Mary comes back from the dead, she didn't expect her 4-year-old to be 37. She also didn't expect him to be a hunter and married to an angel. AU where deancas are just slightly more openly affectionate and Mary immediately assumes they're married.

The Royally Unexpected Jollification of Two Princes | @thefandomsinhalor Rating: General Word Count: 6,096 Main Tags/Warnings: Royalty AU, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Temporary Meg/Castiel, Helpful Sam Summary: Prince Dean has a lot of feelings to sort out when he hears the unexpected news that best friend Prince Castiel is engaged. Unsure if he’s upset about not having been told the news by his own friend—or perhaps because of another elusive reason—he plans on clarifying the situation. Good thing his friend is set to arrive at the castle on that very afternoon, unaware that an important discussion is awaiting him.

Their Own Personal Eden | @thisisapaige Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 7,394 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Divergence After Episode: s15e19 Inherit the Earth, Gardener Castiel, Gardener Dean Winchester, Inspired by Draft Script for Episode: s13e06 Tombstone, Language of Flowers, Fix It Summary: Years ago, Dean lost Cas and spread his ashes across a meadow with a windmill, a brook, and a garden. Years later, Dean loses Cas again and returns there to plant flowers in his honour. One day, while Dean lies in the meadow now full of forget-me-nots, a portal opens and Cas returns. With the help of soil, seeds, and the language of flowers— and perhaps a little meadow miracle— Dean and Cas learn how to navigate their relationship in the new, Chuck-free world.

[nathaira-stern]

A Fair Trade

[Gender neutral reader X fairy queen, approx 550 words.]

[well I've been meaning to write some fae short fiction/snippets, romance and maybe edging into smut, but this first one is just heavily implied. Hope y'all enjoy!]

The sun was setting when you decided to go for a walk - no big deal, though, you knew these woods well. Or at least you thought you did, until you came to a fork in a trail you didn't recognize. The new path was barely more than a deer trail, though, so you didn't think much of it - until you heard her.

A clear soprano voice, singing something softly, and you couldn't quite make out the words, nor did the tune sound familiar, but something about it made you stop to listen.

You took a step down the side trail without really thinking about it, just wanting to get closer to the one singing, to hear the tune properly. As you got closer, you began to realize that you couldn't make out words because you didn't know the language, weren't even sure what language it was, and then, abruptly, you were at the creek, much closer than you thought it was to the main trail. And you saw her, sitting on a rock, facing away from you, with her feet in the water.

Maybe it was just the last rays of sunlight as twilight descended, but she seemed to glow, somehow, and as a twig snapped beneath your feet with a crack, she let the song fade and turned to look at you.

She didn't seem startled, nor was she nervous, though the simple dress she wore was so filmy you could see through it even in this low light. Not that you were trying to stare, but you couldn't help it - she was so beautiful, and almost naked, and just smiling, like she was inviting you to look all you wished.

She called to you by name and indicated the space on the rock next to her. "Come sit with me a while."

Entranced, you did as you were bid, and not until you'd sat beside her did you think to ask how she knew your name.

She didn't answer, just laughed merrily, and kicked her feet in the water, scattering drops that looked like diamonds, making it more obvious now that she was glowing, somehow.

Then she turned back to gaze at you again, with eyes that were blue and green and grey all at once, softly luminous, and you met her gaze for a moment before you glanced down, afraid of staring. But you could feel her eyes on you still, and you raised yours back up, lingering for a moment on her glistening lips.

As your eyes met hers again, those lips quirked into a grin. "And do you think to kiss these lips?" she asked.

Your pulse quickened, afraid you'd offend her, unsure what to say, but when you didn't speak, she continued,

"For if you dare to kiss my lips, and spend a night with me, you then must serve me seven years in Fairy by the sea.

"One night my body in your power, to use me as you will - what'ere your fantasy, desire, or wish I will fulfill.

"Then seven years you will be mine, to serve within my court, and at the end, you safely home, I swear I will transport."

Well, the rhyming verse and glowing would have explained who she was even without the mention of fairyland. But one night, of this glorious creature fulfilling your every fantasy? You could feel your body already responding to the thought. Seven years seemed like a fair trade, you thought to yourself, as you leaned in to kiss her - snaking one hand up the back of her neck and into her hair, as your other wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer.

[nandysparadox]

so, for the past few months I've been working on a new multichapter fic, as part of the big bang event and I am beyond excited to share it with you all - so I figured I'd make an official announcement of sorts!

Photo by Kristen Walsh via Unsplash.

♡ a wish your heart makes ♡

a royality cinderella + fae AU - out on august 19th

Patton Holloway is no stranger to fairy tales, as a human who’s lived in Fairyland for the past seven years, bound to the whims of the faerie who whisked him away, with only the mice and his memories for company. Roman is the Rose Prince of Spring, and the youngest of the heirs – his coronation is foretold by the spirits of the earth far earlier than he or his family expected. In a chance meeting, they find each other, and it might be just what they need. After all, change is coming. Everybody says so.

if you like...

fairy tales and disney references

fantasy + fae & fairies

a fluffy, whimsical romance

patton angst

or if you're like me, and you've been longing for a royality-centric multichapter

...this might just be the fic for you!

+ there's a cute mouse character 💙🐁

you'll be able to read it on august 19th - either in full here on tumblr or weekly on AO3! if you're interested, and want to mayhaps be on a taglist, comment or send me an ask. my inbox is open for any questions as well :)

☆ this work is part of this year's big bang (tss-storytime here on tumblr) there are already incredible stories and art being released, i recommend checking it out!

[the-monkey-ruler]

Lotus Lantern: FLoating Fairyland (2021) 宝莲灯·浮尘幻灭

Director: Sang Kun Screenwriter: Cai Xuyang / Cheng Kun / Sang Kun Starring : Pan Yuanjia / Xie Ning / Wang Jiusheng / Mao Na Yang / Mingna / Lu Yong / Shen Xuewei Genre: Action / Romance / Fantasy / Costume Country/Region of Production: Mainland China Language: Mandarin Chinese Date: 2021-10-12 (Mainland China) Duration: 79 minutes Also known as: Lotus Lantern·Fantasy Fantasy / 宝莲灯·赤子之心 Type: Reimaging

Summary:

This movie tells the story of Chenxiang who experienced the Battle of Huashan. In the end, his beloved died and he was unable to save his parents. Chenxiang fell into depression, but with the help of his friends, he finally regained his confidence and embarked on the journey to find the Axe of Creation. However, in the battle of Huashan, Chenxiang accidentally destroyed the demon-suppressing formation and mistakenly let the innate inner demon go. A catastrophe for the three realms is about to befall.

Source: https://mov-20.chinesemov.com/2021/Lotus-Lantern-Floating-Fairyland

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FKo0CiHcyrM

[kdram-chjh]

Cdrama: Fairyland Romance (2023)

The god chose him to marry her #viral #kdrama #cdrama #fairylandromance #shorts

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/pCXtVyZuw64

[gogandmagog]

I really hope you’ll write Peter Pan in Rainbow Valley! You’re the most qualified to match Barrie’s and Montgomery’s respective tones, all your fics are very whimsical and funny. I’d LOVE to read it.

Lol! Oh, thank youuu. That’s so nice! 🥹 And just so you know, I’m really happy to have another J.M. Barrie mutual, I feel like we’re kind of thin on the ground on tumblr. I follow all his tags here, and they’re so rarely added to.

I like half drafted an outline on this, and will keep it in the future-maybe-someday file for ��fics that want to be written,’ but it’s a real purgatory over there, if I’m being honest. But outlining it has admittedly taken zero effort, because these two stories almost seem meant to be joined. We know Maud was a huge fan of J.M. Barrie, and by extension of Peter and Wendy… and I’ve long personally thought that it was beyond pure coincidence that ‘James Matthew Blythe’ is so similar in name to ‘James Matthew Barrie’… but even Rainbow Valley (place not book), which is kind of this liminal space between fairyland and reality, sacred to childhood and play, has some existing Neverlandness about it already built in. And then there’s these compelling similarities between Mrs. Darling and Mrs. Anne Blythe as well; both charming mothers, both adult advocates for/in/of imagination, and both wonderful storytellers (Peter lingers around the eaves of the Darlings Bloomsbury home to hear her stories) that are devotedly loved by their husbands and children. But for me, I think it's a huge (the hugest) point of interest to loop in Walter, who saw the Piper, like really really saw him, in Rainbow Valley. How easy it would be to kick out the German Pied Piper and drawn in Peter Pan and his flute, instead… two characters who are already deeply linked by folklore. Elsewhere, if the Jolly Roger, did take a wrong star and run aground in the Rainbow Valley brook, it’s just asking to have the suspended-in-time Neverland pirates be familiar with Captain Jim and maybe Lost Margaret, from bygone Life-Book days. I’d even give Shirley a boyish thimble-passing romance with Tiger Lily, the same way I’ve always wanted to see him paired off with a Mi’kmaq girl. Aunt Mary Maria’s hand also shoots right up for the doubling Hook-ish authoritarian/‘grow up already’/take-all-the-fun-away role (Gilbert would never suit it the way Mr. Darling did). But anyway! With all this low hanging fruit, it’d seriously be so simple to neatly tuck these two books into each other at every corner. It’s really all right there.

[feministdragon]

Romance and chivalry and all that bullshit are simply effective multi-century propaganda campaigns to keep women falling for the idea that marriage and children is the pinnacle of her life and existence and the only proper way to live.

They are meant to lead women to choosing a life of slavery as the safest and best option for her life and energy, presented as the way she can both be fulfilled in her life purpose and also cared for and protected until her old age.

This propaganda tricks her into doing the entirety of the care work of the family, the extended family, and this care work is the foundation of capitalism and the functioning of our entire way of life, all for free.

Some women take this analysis to mean that women should be paid fairly for their contributions, and this is a lovely thought, but this cannot work in our existing economic system. It would break the system as it is currently set up. As long as you ALWAYS have to create a surplus to give to investors, as long as profit and interest are the core drivers of our economic system, you simply cannot pay workers fairly for their work. In the perfected capitalist system, everyone works for free, and the complete profit goes to the owners. Why else do you think they’re so interested in automation, robots, AI? Capitalism/patriarchy is about dominating and enslaving all others, it always has been.

I know it sounds strange to link romance and the relationships between men and women to our economic system, but keeping these concepts separate keeps women ignorant. Keeping women in a fairyland of romantic ideas keeps them in economic chains to men. You don’t need an AI robot when it’s easier and cheaper to just keep a woman enslaved. It’s just that simple.

We have to change direction. We have to imagine new ways to create care for everyone, and full personhood for everyone, that don’t depend on trying to just redistribute money within this dysfunctional profit-based economy.

We need to think of our productive work as something we do in direct support of ourselves and other people. The exchange between people of our care and and the things we make needs a different system. We can still use money, but only as an easy substitute for value. Money cannot itself be a tradable good, this is one of the roots of the problem. Once you start treating money, people, land as goods that can be traded for a price, you start a terrible severance between the relationships of people and people, people and land, people and the wholeness and well being of the planet.

Once we’ve created an economic and cultural foundation for equal exchange between people, we can have equal relationships between people. We will have destroyed the possibility of relationships based on dominance and subordination being taken seriously, we’ll find it laughable that mature adults would engage in such juvenile emotional crap. Only then could we naturally have heterosexual relationships that are relationships between equals, and then romance and love can be fully reciprocal.

Which is not to say that we have to wait until we’ve changed over the entire economy of the world to be happy. This is not a linear process. All we have to do is recognise the world we live in, and then choose to live differently, however best we can. We change the world by how we live. You change the world by choosing how you live. The change will happen slowly, imperceptibly, and then suddenly all at once.

[tyrantisterror]

Oh Fuck It's Friday the 13th

I've had my mind on so many other things that I forgot there was a second Friday the 13th this year! How silly of me! Normally that wouldn't be the biggest deal in the world, but given that Wizard School Mysteries Book 3: Wicked Witchcraft is now available in paperback and ebook editions on Amazon.com, I really should have prepared something, like maybe some sort of non-canon comic where Ross Weber tries to force Buddy to dress like Santa Claus to hawk the novel at you.

But I guess I'll have to be the sleazy saleswizard this time. Check out my wizard novels! Not only do they include all your "young wizard heroes solve mysteries at a magic school while also going through their own personalized coming of age stories" needs without the bitter aftertastes of transphobia and bigotry that you'd get from Name Brand wizard books, AND not only do they feature TWO trans protagonists (I feel so sleazy turning that into a marketing ploy but I do want people to read these so here we are), BUT ALSO this third installment is, among other things, a huge Friday the 13th homage - as if the cover didn't make that apparent, right?

Wizard School Mysteries is also a story about people finding a place they belong and, more importantly, friends who love and accept them for who they are, with a bunch of magic and monsters and mayhem for flavor. It has trips to Fairyland, boogeymen, fire-breathing dragons, man-eating flying carpets, a tournament arc, devils, witches, vampire professors, and all sorts of other fun shit you will enjoy. One of the main characters is a bipedal spider and she's adorable. One of the main teachers is a tiny dragon man in a dapper suit. In the third book Jason Voorhees cuts Hermione and Ron apart with a machete and that's not a joke it almost literally happens. The first romance that gets confirmed between our main characters is gay. Give it a read, won't you?

You can purchase all three books in the series so far at this link here. And if you like it, there's five more planned!

And they make great Christmas gifts!

BUY MY BOOKS OR JASON VOORHEES WILL KILL YOU ok I think I'm done.

[talonabraxas]

“Saddle the Hippogriffs, ye Muses nine, And straight we'll ride to the land of old Romance.” — Christoph Martin Wieland, book Oberon

'Oberon' Talon Abraxas

Oberon is the high king of the Fae and the husband of both Titania and Mab, the high queens of the Fae. He rules over the moonlight, dreams and all fairy rites. Some depictions say he is in charge of only the Seelie Court, but other depictions make him the leader of the entire fairyland.