#Tiny Snow Fairy Sugar

[iyashikei-tournament]

Welcome to round one of the Iyashikei Tournament! Matchups were chosen randomly, and are listed below! Best of luck to all of our contestants, the polls will be up within a day or two!

Tanaka-kun is Always Listless vs Tamako Market

Hakumei and Mikochi vs Barakamon

Gakuen Babysitters vs Sweetness and Lightning

Yama no Susume vs My Roommate is a Cat

Kino's Journey vs Yokohama Shopping Log

Flying Witch vs Natsume's Book of Friends

Nekogami Yaoyorozu vs Tiny Snow Fairy Sugar

Kobato vs Let's Make a Mug, too!

A Place Further than the Universe vs The Morose Mononokean

Mokke vs Shimanami Tasogare

Girls' Last Tour vs Poco's Udon World

Aria vs March Comes in like a Lion

Laid Back Camp vs Non non biyori

Play it Cool, Guys! vs Silver Spoon

Super Cub vs Bartender

Deaimon vs Mushishi

[obscureanimeoftheday]

Obscure Anime of The Day:

A Little Snow Fairy Sugar

Aired: 2001-2002

Genres: Comedy, Drama, Fantasy, Magic, Music, Romance, Shounen, Slice of Life

[sakuyawall]

[ladykailitha]

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write at least 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

My only problem is that I tend to file name what the title is so I can find it easier, so...here’s what they were called before I titled them.

“File” Names

Metal Band AU

Strip Club AU

Sugar baby!Steve/Sugar daddy!Eddie AU

Snippet

“Cher,” Eddie said to Chrissy, “how’s that crush coming now?”

Chrissy hit his arm. “Oh yeah, it was bad when she was just a cute waiter, but now she’s got this weird sibling relationship with the hottest dancer you’ve ever hired, this is way worse.”

“Glad you made the distinction about hired dancer,” he huffed. “If I‘m not the fairest of them all, I start throwing apples.”

Chrissy’s eyes lit up. “Ooh, we should have a fairy tale night where everyone dances to different fairy tales. With your looks you’d be perfect for Snow White. The pale skin, the dark hair, just add the red lips and it would be perfect.”

Eddie rubbed his chin. “We could even do it on a Sunday, because most of the fairy tales are about envy right? Snow White, Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, even Hansel and Gretel. Start coming up with fairy tales you’d want to do and we start practicing for it.”

“You’ve got it, babe!” Chrissy said with a kiss on his cheek.

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It's that great and wonderful time of the week again! WIP Wednesday!

You'll notice no Boy w/a Bat this week because I'm too close to the end and don't want it spoiled for you guys.

The game runs from 8am-11pm EST.

Send in as many asks as you want as often as you want.

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[queerness-lover]

Cookie RK: Flags

Lesbian flag inspired by Sea Fairy Cookie

Lesbian flag inspired by Monlight Cookie

Agender flag inspired by Pitaya Dragon Cookie

Non-binary flag inspired by Snow Sugar Cookie

Achillean flag inspired by Milk Cookie

[START ID: A DNI with a purple, orange, blueish galaxy background with small white text that states, "DNI: racist, antisemetic, islamophobic, militant shipcourse (proshipper/anti, map/nomap/pear; use DDLG/ageplay to justify pedophilia, terf/swerf/radfem, truscum/transmed/radmed, gender critical/nonbinary skeptic, exclusionist, anti-mspec, aspec exclusionist; hate groups/babs/lsl/gkg/etc...; anti-mogai, anti-queer; pronoun policer, anti mspec lesbians/gays, against non-woman using femme/butch, anti-self-dx/pro autism speaks, sysmeds; anti-endogenic, anti-masc lesbians and fem gays, anti-gnc/pnc, anti non-woman being lesbian, anti non-man be gay, anti-multigender lesbians/pays, super straight/gay/lesbian/etc..." on the right of the text wall there's a boba drink with a clear cup and straw in it to see the drink inside, starting from the top of the liquid it's purple, and it's a gradient to pink going downwards. There's tiny planets and stars in the drink most of them being purple and pink to resemble pseudo boba. END ID.]

[mrbingley]

i'm working on a ttrpg for my family for christmas (mom and two siblings) when they visit. the gist of it is: santa letter heist. all santa letters with no return and no deliverable address are sent to the mail recovery center in atlanta, georgia (this is true (there will be more true things: fun lil info about the postal service incorporated in just b/c i have always been a lil fascinated with it)). every year elves have to break in and steal all the santa letters so santa can read them.

one postal worker is convinced elves are stealing their mail but no one believes them (very crocker from fairy god parents). yr after yr this sole worker has added to the security of the facility in hopes of catching the elves. there will be fun traps. one room will be a maze of lasers that the players only have five seconds to look at before they have to pick a spot/path to start on (which may or may not be a dead end) and a laser that moves across the room will make them have to keep going.

there will be an NPC “elf” who joins the players on this heist. but they’re actually a leprechaun. they wear all green instead of the festive christmas red/green elves typically wear. they dyed their ginger hair white and the tips of their fingers are white (but, oh, that’s just snow or sugar powder!). they agreed to help the postal worker take down the elves in exchange for all the gold that was in any of the letters/packages sent here.

once the players get to the final room where the letters are stored, the leprechaun books it for the pile of gold—not the santa letters—and alerts the postal worker who is hiding in a fake bag of letters. boss fight ensues.

i haven’t come up with the mechanics yet but they’ll be simple. one of the elf abilities will def be “giving spirit” where they can compel someone to give them something with the power of the gift giving spirit of christmas (can only use this once and still have to roll for it).

my twin already pitched her elf character. who doesn’t live in the north pole anymore and lives in arizona like a cowboy. when they lived in the north pole they were the one who wrangled and taught the reindeer (they loved cowboys from a young age and no one believed in their ability to be a cowboy so they had to teach themselves how to be one with the reindeer). they wear regular cowboy boots but because they’re a tiny elf the cowboy boots look like thigh high boots on them. the reindeer are def the players getaway vehicle. i'll think of other ways to incorporate my twin's elf's backstory into the mechanics and plot.

i'll be making illustrations of their elves. maps. item cards or scenes that would be fun to see. possibly some sort of tangible, physical mechanic (like the popularity/high society meter in the court of fey and flowers (maybe a nice vs naughty meter; and elves intrinsically mustn't drop into naughty or it hurts / maddens / mutates them?)).

anyway. i’m excited to dig into a project like this that can consume my attention for the next couple months. i'm doing this because 1) it's fun to make and run campaigns 2) i'm too dang poor to buy anyone christmas gifts this year 3) i want to make a one shot that is fun and polished enough that i can publish online.

[galaxysupreme17]

Kitchen Chaos

Sidenote: This can be seen as part two of the baking chaos chapter if you want!

Y/n = Your Name

AgathaRio x daughter!reader

It was two weeks before Christmas, and the Harkness-Vidal household was fully festive. The tree in the living room bedecked with ornaments from years past, twinkled brightly in the soft glow of fairy lights. Garlands lined the banisters, and stockings hung from the mantel, each one personalized with a tiny bit of magic that had them shimmering with different colors depending on who passed by. Snow gently fell outside, covering Westview in a blanket of white.

Things were just starting to heat up in the kitchen—quite literally.

“Mom, Mama!” Y/n called excitedly, waving a recipe card in her hand. She was already in her Christmas apron, which was dusted with flour before they’d even started. “It’s time! We need to make the cookies before the day slips away.”

Sitting at the table with a warm cup of coffee, Rio chuckled at her daughter’s enthusiasm. “Alright, alright, no need to rush. We have all afternoon.”

“Afternoon, yes,” Agatha said, sauntering into the kitchen and tying on her own apron. “But if we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way—no shortcuts, no magic.”

Rio raised an eyebrow, her fingers already twitching with the urge to cast a small spell. “No magic? Are you sure? We could be done in ten minutes.”

“No,” Y/n interrupted, grinning mischievously. “I want to do it by hand. It’s more fun this way! Besides, the holidays are about the process, not how fast we can finish.”

Agatha gave her a proud nod. “Exactly. You heard her, Rio. No magic.”

Rio sighed dramatically, leaning her elbows on the counter. “You two are no fun.” But there was a playful smile on her lips as she took her place beside Y/n, prepared to at least pretend she wasn’t going to use magic.

“Okay, first up,” Y/n said, grabbing the bag of flour. We need flour, sugar, butter, and all the usual cookie stuff. We’ll divide it—Mom, you crack the eggs, Mama, you’re in charge of the dry ingredients.”

“Easy enough,” Agatha said, taking her role very seriously as she measured out the flour precisely while Rio started cracking eggs into a bowl with exaggerated care.

The first ten minutes went smoothly enough. Agatha sifted the flour and cocoa powder, Rio whisked the wet ingredients, and Y/n measured the sugar while chatting about their plans for the rest of the holidays. The kitchen was filled with the scent of vanilla and butter, and outside, the gentle sound of snowfall added to the cozy atmosphere.

But, of course, it didn’t take long for Rio’s impatience to get the better of her. As Y/n carefully stirred the dough, Rio glanced at the clock and then at the still-empty cookie sheets. With a quick flick of her fingers, she levitated the bag of flour, sending it soaring across the counter and dumping it directly into the bowl without a single spill.

“Mom!” Y/n yelped, her hands flying to her hips as she gave Rio a pointed look. “No magic, remember?”

Rio chuckled, shrugging innocently. “What? I didn’t spill a drop.”

Agatha glanced up from her mixing, eyes narrowed but lips twitching with amusement. “That’s not the point, Rio. You’re cheating. I said we’re doing this by hand.”

Rio held up her hands in mock surrender, laughing softly. “Alright, alright. No more magic. I swear.”

They went back to work, but it wasn’t long before another magical mishap occurred—this time, thanks to Y/n. As she absentmindedly muttered a spell under her breath while rolling out the dough, a small blob of cookie dough sprang to life, growing tiny legs and arms. It hopped off the counter and skittered across the floor like a gingerbread man on a mission.

Y/n’s eyes went wide. “Oh no! I didn’t mean to—!”

Agatha burst out laughing, clapping her hands. “Looks like you’ve inherited your mother’s impatience.”

Y/n blushed, chasing after the little dough creation, her spoon in hand. “Come back here!” she yelled, half-laughing, half-embarrassed.

Rio was leaning against the counter, smirking as she watched the chaos unfold. “Need help, sweetheart?”

“No magic!” Y/n insisted, trying to corner the rogue dough creature, but it was too quick, darting between the legs of the kitchen chairs.

Agatha, still laughing, finally stepped in. With a simple wave of her hand, she stopped the cookie mid-run and levitated it back onto the counter. “There,” she said, gently setting it before Y/n. “Problem solved. Now, let’s finish these before more kitchen disasters occur.”

The rest of the cookie-making process went about as smoothly as one could expect for a magical family. Y/n got flour in her hair, Rio knocked over a bag of sugar, and Agatha ended up with butter smeared on her apron, but they managed to mix and roll out the dough—without any more animated cookie attempts.

However, as Y/n slid the first tray of cookies into the oven, disaster struck again.

The oven, which had been preheated to a reasonable temperature, suddenly erupted in smoke, the scent of burning sugar filling the kitchen. Y/n’s eyes widened as she scrambled to turn it off.

“I didn’t even put them in for that long!” Y/n exclaimed, opening the oven door to find that a couple of cookies had expanded… a little too much. They were practically molten, bubbling and spilling over the edges of the tray.

Agatha waved her hand, fanning the smoke away from the stove while Rio grabbed a fire extinguisher. “This,” Rio said with a dramatic sigh, “is why we use magic.”

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh as Rio put out the tiny fire. “We’ll get it right next time.”

Once the smoke cleared, they salvaged what cookies they could and started again. This time, Rio closely monitored the oven to prevent another mishap. Despite the earlier chaos, the second batch came out perfectly golden brown.

“I’m calling this a victory,” Y/n said proudly as she placed the tray on the counter to cool. “Oddly shaped but delicious.”

Rio ruffled her daughter’s hair, leaning down to grab a cookie. “Agreed. And honestly, I think the misshapen ones have more character.”

Agatha smiled as she reached for a gingerbread cookie. “Imperfection is part of the charm, darling.”

Y/n beamed, grabbing a cookie herself and taking a bite. It was buttery, sweet, and just right. She looked around at the messy kitchen—flour still dusting the countertops, mixing bowls piled in the sink, and the faint scent of smoke still lingering in the air—and felt a warm sense of contentment.

“See?” Y/n said, grinning. “We didn’t need magic. We made memories. Isn’t that what Christmas is all about?”

Agatha chuckled and wrapped an arm around her daughter’s shoulders. “You’re wise beyond your years, kiddo.”

Rio, wiping her hands on a towel, moved closer to the two of them. “Alright, since we’ve conquered the cookies, how about we move on to something a little less disastrous, like hot cocoa?”

Y/n’s eyes lit up. “Yes, please!”

As Rio began to heat up the milk on the stove, Y/n curled up next to Agatha, resting her head on her mama’s shoulder. “This was fun,” she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude. “Even with the chaos.”

Agatha smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “That’s what makes it special, sweetheart. Chaos is part of our charm.”

As the rich smell of chocolate filled the kitchen and the warmth of the fire from the living room flickered in the background, the three of them sat together at the table, laughing and sipping their cocoa. The imperfect cookies were a testament to their perfectly imperfect family, and Y/n couldn’t have asked for a better way to celebrate the holiday season.

[chaiteacookiestaylorsversion]

hot chocolate, looking at lights, first fall of snow!!!! coffee shops with HOLIDAY MUSIC, sugar cookie sprinkles, BOWS, silk bows, peppermint mocha lattes, sugar cookie lattes with extra sprinkles, candlelight dinners, mistletoe, paper chains, ballet, tulle, gingerbread houses, christmas eps, snowball fights, movie nights, stockings, warm hugs, secret santa, candy canes, wrapping paper, VELVET BOWS, ornaments, and confetti and fireside conversations, peppermint bark tea, and sparkly peppermint kisses and puzzles (lots of them) and snow days and fuzzy socks, christmas tree farms, snowmen, train rides, tinsel on the tree, tinsel EVERYWHERE, snow angels, sweaters, mugs!!!! garland, wreaths on doors, cider, sugar plum fairies, window displays, tiny boxes with big bows, poinsettia blooms, christmas card stamps, baking cookies, bonfires, wish lists, caramel corn, homemade gifts, ice skating, reindeer, tree lightings, letters, silent nights, did i mention bows? twinkling lights, sledding, UGG BOOTS, crunchy snow, natural blush

[girl-next-door-writes]

I've Gotta Go Away

Characters: Steven Grant x Reader

Summary: Just a cozy Christmassy date with the lovely Steven Grant.

Word Count: 1068 words

Prompt: #2: Drinking hot cocoa in a small café

The darkness was punctuated by the flurries of white that danced within the harsh winter breeze, illuminated by the streetlamps and shop windows creating a strange and mystical ballet which nobody paid attention to. People on the street scurried by, heads down and collars pulled up against the elements, eager to finally find a respite from the frightful weather. Pavements became damp slush with banks of murky snow lining the edges, preparing themselves to freeze overnight and prove hazardous to any early morning pedestrians.

From the warmth of his seat, Steven stared out at the snowflakes creating intricate patterns on their way to the ground. His damp coat and scarf hung on the back of the wooden stool, the smell of wet cloth covered by the aroma of coffee from the counter and vanilla from the various reed diffusers strategically placed around the shop. It all mingled with a hint of pine, which was strange as the overly decorated tree in the corner with the soft twinkling lights was entirely made of plastic. Perhaps that was one of the mysteries of Christmas, how just the image of a tree could conjure up the familiar smell, like a sense memory. 

His hands were wrapped around a half full mug of hot chocolate, tiny marshmallows, half melted, bobbed around on the surface happily. Steven had placed them there himself. He always felt a little awkward asking if the marshmallows were vegan whenever he went to a coffee shop, not wanting to put anyone out or make things difficult. He definitely didn’t want to be one of ‘those’ vegans and they had already been so kind to make his drink with almond milk. Instead, he had taken to carrying around a small pack of marshmallows on the off chance he might want a sugar hit.

He had managed to snag one of his favourite seats, sat at the high bench in the window. It was ideal for people watching, but as the sky grew darker the glass changed from a window to more of a mirror. He could see the twinkle of the fairy lights over by the counter, the flicker of the candle on the table in front of him was twinned, and then there was his own reflection staring back at him. Steven had to admit that he looked tired, and quickly shifted his gaze, uncomfortable with the look he was giving himself.

“You sure you don’t want a top up?” Your voice brought him out of his thoughts as you returned to your seat beside him.

“No, thanks love. I’ve got half a cup still left.” He gave you a soft smile, still not quite believing that you were really here with him.

The two of you had been trying to meet up for a few days now, and he had resigned himself to yet another year of almosts and near misses. You had not been so ready to give up on the Christmas miracle yet though, and he had been pleasantly surprised when he looked up from the gift shop counter and saw you standing there. Turned out, you had managed to get the afternoon off work and wondered if he wanted to go for a drink when he’d finished. Of course, he had immediately agreed and the end of his shift couldn’t have come soon enough.

That had been three hours ago, and neither of you showed any signs of leaving yet. Steven had even been looking for any indication that you might, that he was boring you or you had realized you’d made a terrible mistake, but there had been none. In fact, you seemed to be enjoying yourself as much as he was. The conversation was easy, although Steven did find himself nervously stuttering over a few words every now and again. The butterflies in his stomach had calmed somewhat. There was still a nervous energy, but the anxiety that had laced that feeling had dissipated.

Time seemed to fly by, and before he knew it the staff were indicating that they wanted to close up for the night. Checking his watch, his eyes widened when he saw the time.

“Oh, I am so sorry for keeping you so late! How are you getting home? Will there still be a bus running?” He looked at you with such concern, feeling that he had somehow made your life difficult and now you would be less inclined to meet up with him again.

“I’ll just get an Uber, it’s fine.” You assured him with a warm smile. “We can share one if you want, that way you’ll know I got home okay. And I will know you got home okay too. Plus, it means we can keep hanging out a little longer.”

“Y-yeah?” It came out more of a question than a statement but you had simply nodded and pulled out your phone to open the app.

“I’m gonna need your address though, to book it.”

Steven gave you his address and it wasn’t long before the two of you were standing in the doorway of the café, staring at the small screen as you tracked your lift. The wind had picked up outside, the flurries of snow now creating mini hurricanes in the air, and neither of you really wanted to brave the cold until you really had to.

When the car pulled up, you had grabbed Steven’s hand and carefully crossed the soggy pavement, a gesture he didn’t fully comprehend until the two of you were safe and warm in the backseat and your hand remained in his. That wasn’t something just a friend would do, that meant you liked him, didn’t it? At least a little. He couldn’t help but let hope grow within him, perhaps this had all gone so well that you might be open to a more obvious date scenario.

All too soon, the car pulled up outside your home. “Well, Steven, it’s been lovely. We should definitely do this again” You said softly, leaning a little over and pressing your warm lips against his cold cheek. The action caused his brain to short circuit for a moment and before he could regain his senses you had been climbing out of the car and into the snow. His fingers pressed against his cheek, the ghost of your kiss still lingering there. Yes, he thought you should definitely do this again.

[magicaladamlegrand]

What is on today's menu?

Sleeping Beauty's Rose petal tea A delicate blend of white tea, rose petals and a hint of lavender, perfect for a soothing dreamy experience

The mad hatter's wonderland brew A vibrant mix of black tea, bergamot, and citrus peels with a dash of spice for a whimsical twist. Served with a splash of cream for added wonder.

Snow white’s apple blossom tea A sweet and crisp green tea with notes of apple, cinnamon and honey. Served warm or iced, like a crisp autumn day.

Pixie dust herbal delight A caffeine-free blend of chamomile, mint and elderflower with a sprinkle of fairy sugar for a touch of magic and glitter dust can’t be forgotten.

The mermaid’s lagoon. A refreshing Iced tea infused with tropical hibiscus, passionfruit and a hint of lime. Perfect for a mermaid’s escape.

Fusions

The gingerbread cottage chai A spiced chai blend with hints of gingerbread, cinnamon and cloves. Topped with whipped cream and a dusting of nutmeg.

Cinderella’s pumpkin spice latte A seasonal blend of robust black tea, pumpkin spice and vanilla. Crowned with foamy milk and a sprinkle of cinnamon.

dragon’s breath matcha A fiery matcha latte with a dash of cayenne pepper and sweetened with honey. Served with an optional shot of ginger ofr an extra kick.

Forest Nymph’s green elixer A vibrant green tea, infused with fresh mint, lemongrass, and a touch of lemon balm, designed to refresh and rejuvenate

Rapunzel’s golden chamomile A calming chamomile tea blended with golden turmeric and ginger, perfect for unwinding after a long day in the tower. 

Magical pastries and treats

Fairy godmother’s scones Freshly baked scones with a choice of blueberry, raspberry or plain, served with clotted cream and enchanted strawberry jam.

Hansel and Gretel’s gingerbread cookies Soft and spiced gingerbread cookies shaped like little cottages, dusted with powered sugar.

Queen’s poison apple tart. From the orchard’s apples, a tart with caramelized apples, cinnamon and a hint of dark magic, served with a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream.

The enchanted forest berry tart A medley of forest berries nestled in a buttery tart crust glazed with a touch of honey and fairy magic.

Magic mirror macarons Assorted macarons in flavors of rose, lavender and vanilla, with a shimmery glaze that reflects the colors of the rainbow.

Magical Add-ons

Fairy dust sugar cubes Add a sprinkle of magic to our tea with our enchanted sugar cubes, infused with a hint of vanilla and edible glitter.

Potion bottle of honey A tiny glass potion bottle with wildflower honey perfect for sweetening your tea just right.

Enchanted whipped cream A swirl of house- made whipped cream, infused with a touch of vanilla bean and a sprinkle of golden fairy dust (edible glitter)

At the castle café, every sip and bite is a journey into a world of magic and wonder, sit back and relax and let your imagination soar with every cup of tea.

[niuniente]

For the ask meme! 10, 14, 23, 47, 92 and 94. Hope this much is alright ^--^

10. game you were best at in p.e.? None, honestly. In the elementary school my teacher complained to my parents that I don't have any stamina (well duh, I'm not fed properly, don't feel hunger, and possibly have had anemia since I was like 7). I went to a tiny, tiny rural school with 8 other students (max was 15 other students) in the whole school, so our p.e was the whole school coming together just play and have fun. Like a long recess.

In the junior high I was always picked last to whatever we had to do. In the high school, I hurt my knee and couldn't participate the mandatory course, so I had to replace it next year. We got a new teacher on my 2nd year and he was absolutely wonderful! It was a mixed group due is being an optional course, so of course it was full of boys twice of my size who LOVED sports, competitions, games etc. The teacher allowed us a few girls to either go for walks or just sit and watch the boys hunt the ball (and each other) if we didn't feel like going to play with the boys with their bloodthirsty sport mentality :D

The easiest high school course ever!

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? I eat very, very little candies as I honestly prefer chocolate but Danish candy Skolekridt (lit. School Chalk in Danish) and Finnish Pantteri (Panther) are my biggest favorites.

Skolekridts are black licorice coated with a white sugary coat.

Pantteris are a slightly chewy salmiakki-menthol-licorice candies with a very fine sugar coating. I've loved Pantteri since I was kid, and my favorite thing was to scoop all the fallen, soft sugar from the bottom of the pack when the candies were eaten :3

During Christmas, I want at least one package of marmalade.

23. strange habits? After eating, I have to go to toilet. Always. Probably looks like I have some eating disorder but honestly, I've just trained - without realizing it - my bladder to think that after eating, we MUST pee.

I sleep with a special little blanket. It goes with me where ever I go. Though after 20 years of very much love,it's in such a bad shape I need to buy a new one...

47. favorite type of cheese? OOOO I love 2 year old Manchego!

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Fairy lights! Overall, gimme soft light, please.

94. favorite season? Winter. It's cold, the sun is gone for 20h a day (yay!), it's snowy, quiet and then there's Christmas :3 And let's be honest, the way the snow reflects lights in the cities is SO PRETTY

[sakuyawall]

[crumbs-and-creatures]

[Lore Dump]

LORE DUMP TIME!!!! Gods and deities have fucked eyes that will be the bane of my existence.

The gods have two "phases" of eyes, having three parts to it. The outermost part is a sort of clear dome that the "pupil" slides over so they actually "look" at things. The middle is a solid color plate that slides to cover the back(First phase). The back part looks like a hole in the skull, each god having a sort of "environment" in them(Second phase)

Sea Fairy having a mini version of the sea in her eyes, from the hydrothermal vents to a reef near her uppermost eye. (She has 7 of em)

Millennial Tree having a clearing in a forest.

Fire Sprit having a volcanic landscape. (Four bug eyes)

Wind Archer having a field of wildflowers.

Sugar Swan having a hazy pink lake in a dark area.

Stormbringer having a constant thunderstorm.

Moonlight having a cave with pillars of moonstone.

Cream Unicorn having a little carnival.

Sugar Cube having a Tim Burton looking carnival.

And Slushy having like, blue shave ice in piles on a deep blue landscape.

Sometimes, if you catch em at the right time, you can see a tiny version of themselves, sometimes someone else as well, in their eyes! Like, little figures playing in CU's carnival, or Moonlight sleeping in her cave!

Deities have eyes that look like balls of (usually colored) resin with bits floating in them, usually stationary, but sometimes they move, depending on the deity and how long they've been a deity and how close they are to a god(physically) on the daily. They can pull a "shell" of white over the eyes to help them blend in better, but, what would count as the iris and pupil can never be covered.

Cloud has, you guessed it, clouds! They shift slightly, and do tend to change with what clouds he's making!

Rain has rain, hail, and even snow in their eyes, sometimes their eyes look like they have two "parts", the inner one and a clear shell, letting the pupil stay stationary, but then the floating bits spin!

Wind Has a flurry of feathers that move like little beads in water as they move, with a small nest at the bottom! (Thanks to staying close to Stormbringer the longest)

Frost Queen has snow and hail, but sometimes rain, sometimes fish and frogs when she's really stressed and freaking out! There's a snow pile forming at the bottom of her eyes, likely from spending so much time with Sugar Swan.

TimeKeeper has gears, like if you submerged a clock in resin! They look like gold covered copper, and so some places looked chipped.

Pure Vanilla has orchids in his yellow eye, and vines of feather like leaves on the other. Both stationary, as he's never even met a god, other than SF once.

[twisted-in-wonderland-jay]

Fairytale Rewrite: Sleeping Beauty part 3 (Edited)

His domain, The Valley of Thorns, was not a dark or vial place. In fact, the land was prosperous, and well. He only cursed the child because people ignored him and refused him when he tried to help others. Malleus paced around the throne room curious of the whereabouts of the child. The boy had not been seen since he was born. The throne room was a dark purple color with emerald, green thrown in and green smoke from the back to his throne.

“It’s incredible! Sixteen years he’s invaded me, how does he do it.” Malleus threw himself onto his throne and slumped down, tapping on the armrest. “Are you all sure you searched everywhere?”

“Yes, Great Malleus Draconia-sama! We promise.” Said a gargoyle. Malleus sat up on his throne.

“Very well. Leave me be then. Go search once more!” He looked at his bat “Go search as well. Search for a boy of sixteen and hair of snow. Go now and do not fail me!” Then the purple bat flew off to whoever knew where. “Truly they are disgraces to my kingdom”

And so, for sixteen long years, the whereabouts of the prince were hidden. While deep in the forest, in the woodcutter's cottage, Lilia carried out his mission. He lived without magic as a human, reared the little Prince as his own. He called him Silver named for his unnatural hair color.

All the fairies’ gifts were in the meantime fulfilled; for the prince was so beautiful, and well-behaved and amiable, and wise, all the animals in the forest loved him dreamily. On this his sixteenth birthday, Lilia had planned a party and something extra special as a surprise.

“Hmmm yes. He would look nice in this suit. Or maybe this one.” Lilia spoke out loud at a whisper. He then snapped his fingers, “Oh I should start on the cake and clean a bit too.” He face showed a bright and joyful smile as he thought. “How to get him out of the house for a time…”

The boy walked down the stairs to start the morning. “Well, what’s this father?” Lilia quickly closed the book, turned on his heel and sat on the table.

“What’s, what.” Looking around.

“You're mumbling to yourself and jittery. Are you feeling alright?” Then, an idea popped into Lilia’s head. He let out a cough and slouched a bit. “Oh no. Is it a sore throat? Do we have marshmallow root, or sage?” He looked through the kitchen to find none. “Wait here father. I’ll go get some by the meadow.” The boy then ran out the door basket in hand.

Lilia didn’t waste any time starting on the suit, cake, and cleaning. He couldn’t afford to; he was only one person well fae after all. He grabbed out light blue fabric and sewing supplies. He draped the fabric over a dress form pinning it down and cutting it. Lilia may not be well versed in cooking, but he could sew well enough. He measured the dress form; he stopped and spoke.

“Oh, dear how that child has grown. It seems like only yesterday I brought him here.” Lilia started to tear up a bit. “Just a tiny baby. After today he’ll be a…” He cut himself off. “And I won’t be his father, just a distant memory of times passed… He wiped after his tears with his long sleeves. “But I knew this day would come. But so soon… I’ve been with him and I’ve been all he knew for sixteen years. Such wonderful years of my hundreds. After finishing part of the suit, he moved on to start the cake. He got out all the necessary tools.

“Alright then, first four cups of flour. Then two eggs.” He stopped looking closer at the book. “Fold in gently?” He shrugged and put the eggs in folding the batter. He pressed down a bit and a faint crack was heard. He stopped a had a worried look on him but paid no mind to it. “Yeast… one tbsp” He put his batter covered hand on his lip in confusion. “Oh right tablespoon!” He then licked it off continuing to add sugar, and cinnamon.

[foxglove-the-never-fairy]

Fairy Names Pt. 2

Fly with you! It’s been a while hasn’t it? Anyway, I’m here for a second part of one of my most popular posts.

The first post listed fairy names that were used in the DS game “Tinker Bell and the Great Fairy Rescue” in the create-a-fairy section of the game. While the names provided were feminine, I have pulled all of the masculine fairy names from the original Pixie Hollow game. Some names are repeats from the original post, but I kept them in as I wanted to get this out as soon as possible. I hope you enjoy. Here’s the original post.

~🧚🏻‍♀️🔥 Foxglove 

First

Aaron

Ace

Acorn

Agate

Ajay

Alabaster

Alder

Alec

Aleron

Alex

Anchor

Andrew

Archer

Axel

Badger

Bailey

Baker

Bale

Banjo

Barclay

Basil

Benjy

Bert

Bevel

Birch

Bo

Boomer

Boone

Brock

Bruce

Brynn

Buddy

Burr

Burton

Buster

Calder

Casper

Cecil

Cedar

Chance

Chase

Chip

Clay

Cliff

Coal

Cog

Comet

Cosmo

Cote

Covey

Crag

Crane

Cyan

Dale

Dane

Darius

Darrin

Dawson

Decker

Deon

Devlin

Dewey

Donner

Drake

Dug

Dunn

Dustin

Dusty

Echo

Eddy

Edward

Elk

Emery

Erik

Ernie

Errol

Fennel

Fincher

Finn

Fir

Flint

Ford

Francis

Garnet

Glen

Gourd

Gourdie

Grove

Grub

Gull

Hale

Hare

Harris

Hawk

Henry

Heron

Hob

Jacob

James

Jasper

Jay

Kernal

Koto

Lance

Lark

Leaf

Lore

Lute

Lyric

Martin

Maze

Mica

Michal

Nadir

Nester

Oak

Ollie

Onyx

Otter

Peat

Pier

Pine

Quake

Quarry

Quinn

Rain

Ranger

Reed

Richard

River

Robin

Rook

Rusty

Rye

Sage

Sam

Scout

Sean

Seth

Shale

Shoal

Skimmer

Skyler

Spike

Spruce

Sterling

Stone

Tad

Teak

Thatcher

Thistle

Timber

Tiny

Toadstool

Tobey

Todd

Topher

Torn

Torrey

Vail

Valiant

Vern

Vic

Wedge

Wes

Wren

Wynn

Zak

 Middle

Air

Almond

Apple

Aspen

Autumn

Badger

Bark

Beacon

Bear

Bitter

Brave

Bright

Brisk

Broom

Bumble

Candle

Cedar

Chilly

Citrus

Cloud

Cloudy

Clover

Cocoa

Copper

Cricket

Crow

Cub

Dapple

Dash

Day

Drift

Eagle

Elm

Evening

Falcon

Far

Fern

Fig

Fire

Fleet

Flicker

Foggy

Fox

Frost

Frozen

Funny

Garlic

Green

Hail

Hasty

Hawk

Hickory

Holly

Hurry

Ice

Ivy

Jelly

Jumpy

Lemon

Light

Lightning

Lime

Little

Lock

Lotus

Magic

Mango

Maple

Merry

Misty

Moon

Morning

Moss

Mossy

Mountain

Muddy

Never

Nickel

Night

Nimble

Oak

Orange

Otter

Parsley

Pear

Pebble

Pepper

Pine

Plum

Pollen

Pumpkin

Purple

Quick

Rain

Rainy

Rock

Rumble

Sage

Sandy

Sea

Shy

Silk

Slight

Snow

Sour

Speedy

Spider

Spring

Squall

Star

Storm

Stout

Strong

Sugar

Summer

Sun

Swift

Tangle

Thunder

Tiny

Toad

Tumble

Twisty

Water

Whiffle

Wild

Wind

Winter

Wrinkle

 Last

Beam

Bee

Bell

Berry

Breath

Breeze

Bug

Button

Buzz

Chill

Chime

Cliff

Cloud

Clove

Crash

Curl

Dale

Dance

Dash

Dew

Din

Drop

Dust

Ear

Elbow

Eye

Feather

Field

Fig

Flame

Flap

Flash

Fleck

Flight

Flip

Flipper

Fly

Fog

Foot

Forest

Freeze

Fruit

Garden

Gem

Glade

Glimmer

Glow

Gourd

Grace

Griddlee

Gust

Heart

Hill

Hop

Horn

Hush

Jewel

Knee

Lake

Light

Lock

Loop

Lull

Meadow

Mello

Mint

Mist

Moon

Muddle

Muse

Newt

Noise

Nose

Peal

Pebble

Petal

Pin

Plume

Pond

Pool

Ray

Ripple

River

Roar

Root

Row

Ruckus

Rumble

Sand

Shadow

Sky

Smash

Song

Spark

Sparkle

Sparrow

Speck

Spirit

Splash

Spring

Sprite

Sprout

Stem

Stone

Storm

Stream

Stripe

Swamp

Swirls

Thistle

Thorn

Toad

Tree

Twill

Twist

Vale

Valley

Vine

Weather

Web

Whirl

Whisk

Whisper

Willow

Wind

Wing

Wings

Wink

Wish

[eloisemeadows]

i'm begging you please to come home

Song/Skeleton: Cecilia

Name: Eloise Meadows

FC: Sophie Skelton

Age: 32

Birthday: December 24

Gender & Pronouns: Cis-woman, she/her

Sexual & Romantic Orientation: Heteroromantic & heterosexual

Occupation: Receptionist/Guest Services for the Birch Bay Travelodge

Neighbourhood: Born and raised in Birch Bay, currently residing in a tiny apartment in Willowdale

Positive Personality Trait(s): Warm, friendly, idealistic, independent, supportive

Negative Personality Trait(s): Stubborn, people-pleasing, emotionally-driven and oversensitive, envious, insecure

Extras: Here is a little baby playlist that is era-appropriate to set the vibe! Please Mister Postman - the Marvelettes Here Comes the Sun - the Beatles I Say a Little Prayer - Aretha Franklin Do You Believe in Magic - the Lovin’ Spoonful Chapel of Love - the Dixie Cups Wouldn’t It Be Nice - the Beach Boys I Can’t Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch) - Four Tops I Will Follow Him - Peggy March I Walk the Line - Johnny Cash Love Me Do - the Beatles Yesterday - the Beatles You Can’t Always Get What You Want - the Rolling Stones I Want to Hold Your Hand - the Beatles You Send Me - Aretha Franklin Put Your Head on My Shoulder - Paul Anka Fly Me To the Moon - Frank Sinatra Then He Kissed Me - the Crystals All You Need is Love - the Beatles Blackbird - the Beatles A Sunday Kind of Love - Etta James If I Can Dream - Elvis Presley This Magic Moment - the Drifters Hold Me Tight - the Beatles Oh!Darling - the Beatles If I Fell - the Beatles Across the Universe - the Beatles And some songs that are not era-appropriate but fit the vibe: Mirrorball - Taylor Swift The Archer - Taylor Swift The Man - Taylor Swift The Lakes - Taylor Swift Lavender Haze - Taylor Swift Tied Together with a Smile - Taylor Swift Mine - Taylor Swift (...you might be sensing a pattern here) She Used to be Mine - Sara Bareilles Fight Song - Rachel Platten Better Place - Rachel Platten Sunlight - Hozier I Can’t Breathe - Bea Miller Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol Waking up Slow - Gabrielle Aplin Grace - Kate Havnevik Stand in the Rain - Superchick Wildflowers - Tom Petty Dancing Queen - ABBA (1976 so CLOSE) Dandelions - Ruth B. Don’t You Worry Child - Swedish House Mafia (though I prefer the Madilyn Bailey cover) And a pinboard! https://www.pinterest.com/rachaelredridinghood/heavens-got-a-plan-for-you/ BIOGRAPHYtw: mentions of religion/religious upbringing (not detailed, just mentions), gender roles, war

In a home where she wanted for nothing, she somehow wanted for everything she did not have. From a young age, Eloise craved the great wide somewhere that only existed in the depths of her imagination. Eloise was born and raised into the warm embrace of what was the picturesque family: a dutiful father who worked hard to support their family, a doting mother who was there for every moment of every day of Eloise’s childhood, and Eloise was the final piece to the puzzle that was their white picket fence life. Her childhood was marked by dusty wooden pews on Sundays with lace gloves and stiff-skirts, hot humid days spent in her mother’s ever-so-loved-and-tended-to garden, brunches and tea parties with her mother’s friends at least once a week and ever-important trips to the library to add to the stacks of books in her room.  While her upbringing was steeped in the belief that her purpose was to become the image of her mother, an adoring wife and mother tending her own family and her own garden with her own brunches, the books she read were something of a guiding light that showed her another way. Fairy-tales, adventures and stories of the great and fantastical had Eloise dreaming of life outside of what she had been raised to believe was proper and expected, though those dreams were generally squashed just as soon as they came to light; more time in the garden, more time spent with her mother and her friends, that was what she needed. Less books would do her good.

In truth, it was more her father that was to blame for her ambitions with the example that he set. His influence on his daughter was strong, and Eloise was always over-interested in his work at the hospital. His care and compassion for the people of their town ran deep and left a defining mark on her young mind. An interest in medicine sparked when Eloise was hardly in double-digits, and despite her father’s appreciation for his daughter’s interest in his work, her parents doubled down on their insistence that Eloise live a life of domesticity. Her father worked hard so that his wife and daughter would not have to, and that was the future he wanted for his daughter.

Eloise kept those dreams on the backburner, learning that it was easier to keep those thoughts to herself than to bring it up again. Her aspirations and dreams fell on deaf ears, and it was better to stay quiet than have that fire extinguished time and time again. She focused on school, still spending her time with her nose pressed into books at every available turn. In every way, it appeared that she had reluctantly conformed to her parents’ wishes, even if she still yearned to follow in her father’s footsteps. It was easier to go with the current than against it, even if it left Eloise feeling like her future wasn’t her own.

It was hard, trying to find purpose when her path in life felt so rigid and out of reach from what she wanted. He made it easier, giving Eloise something to focus on that wasn’t doom and gloom or frustration. He made her smile, and at first that was enough; soon, she realized that he and he alone could make her heart pound right out of her chest in a way she had only read about, and it was twice as meaningful because she had chosen him. Naturally, her parents didn’t approve, but that was something she chose to ignore. Truthfully, it gave her just the slightest bit of satisfaction. She’d yielded in so many other ways, but in this way she would not.

Her parents were displeased when she began to work for the Travelodge shortly after graduating from high school, but Eloise found joy in being able to provide for herself even in just a part-time manner. Their opinions were still ringing loud and clear like church bells on Sunday: it was temporary, they insisted, as she’d marry and have a family of her own soon and then she’d be able to stay at home and live the life they dreamed. Of course, every time she brought up marriage or engagement or anything long-term with the man she’d chosen, she was met with objections. He did not fit the bill they’d ordered, and in their view was just as temporary as her job.

Even with the sense of fulfillment from her part-time gig and the happy hours spent with who she believed to be her one true love (just like in those fairytales, all those years ago), she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something missing. The call towards medicine was still so strong, though she’d never even applied to college. She knew her parents would never approve, and despite her age she still sought their approval. She ached and longer for her life to mean something and knew she would never find purpose from behind a service desk, or with a stupid cross-stitch or book in hand on a porch swing.

And then came the war, and the draft. And then he was gone, and what meaning she’d found for herself in life felt as though it was slipping through her fingers. Time to break out those old and well-worn rosary beads, keep them in her pocket, taking time to finger through them during quiet moments with the thought of his quick and safe return the only thing on her mind. Eloise missed him in a physical way that she could not escape, and adjusting to contact only through letters was strange and took more time than she liked to admit. Work was a welcome distraction, though even that couldn’t help her thoughts from wandering: what would happen if she lost him? Who would she even be if she lost him? Best not to think about it, but she’d never been good at keeping her thoughts in line with what was best for her. Best to put her energy into those letters, writing her heart onto the paper to send away to him. Her heart was always safest with him, after all, even in a warzone. So she’d pour it all out for him, bleeding onto the paper along with the lipstick marks and a few spritzes of the perfume he’d always liked best.

They’d be married when he got back, they’d decided. There was no reason to wait any longer, even if her parents disapproved. Hell, maybe she’d finally mail those college applications away finally and take a dive at two dreams.

If he made it back. When.