#fables and romances

[llamagoddessofficial]

Ok I was having a wave a depression and started rereading your short stories, I was wondering the mafia fell one in the gardens, was that bought for her or is that one of the "families" many houses they have and he picked the prettiest for her and where is boss in this scenario? And how would boss react to knowing his brother has kidnapped a human and is using one of their safe houses or spent money on a human that is not bringing in profit?

Wah, hope you feel better soon!

As for your questions- it's Sans' house, he has a few. He may have bought it just for her, in anticipation for taking her as his own, after she told him about how much she loved big gardens and the ocean. He wanted somewhere she would love. He wanted her 'stay' with him to be as nice as possible.

Now... for the interesting part. What does Boss think of all this?

Initially, Pap wouldn't be happy about his brother spending summer playing around with a human. Instead of working, he's hiring bicycles with her and taking her to hidden beaches. Wasting their resources getting his people to follow her and make sure she stays safe, buying a tiny apartment so she doesn't suspect he's wealthy, spending his money on restaurant trips and taxi rides and essentially goofing off. Especially when Sans starts talking about romance, getting her to settle down and stay with them instead of going home... it sounds childish. A waste of time.

... But, after a while, Boss would actually start to approve of Sans chasing her like a lovestruck schoolboy. Why? Because she changes Sans. Though Pap has never met her, he can see the effect this human is having on his slob brother- Sans sharpens up. He starts reading to be more interesting to talk to. He starts taking care of himself, cleaning his room, dressing better and talking more, he stops acting so irresponsibly. He stops drinking and smoking so much, and he stops gambling altogether. He has no other romantic or sexual interests in his life, just this human. Pap starts to see how serious Sans is about this... and he really likes the fact that his brother has FINALLY started taking something seriously.

Sure, Sans is spending money on her. But the amount of money he spends on wooing one human is nothing compared to the amounts he used to spend feeding his various terrible habits.

Boss hasn't even met her yet... and he already vehemently approves the match.

[llamagoddessofficial]

OUUUGH okay but why'd you have to make Dust so handsome . He's supposed to be a terrible person but now I want to just let him drown me

@llamagoddessofficial did it again with new chapter of Fables and Romances. Beware the tags and content warnings for this one!! Loved the dark sea faring atmosphere

[tea-potato-gt]

You know how every couple of years, there is a sudden booms in specific romance genres?

There used to be a lot of Cowboys and mobs boss romances.

In the 2000s we had Monster romances with Vampires and werewolves.

Right now it’s Fantasticy Romace: Dragons and Fae (but not the small fairies 🙄 which is BS and they are cowards).

When is it time for the giants and fairy romance boom??

(“Shot in the dark” & “The Moth and the Bear”🙏pls convert more authors and readers to my cause🙏 I’m manifesting!)

If you have a G/t fantasy romance story, NOW is the time to publish while it’s popular! (That includes me too.)

[moliathh]

the scorpion and the frog

[fictions-tales]

Oh god oh goD oh GoD-

.... oh goodness~ I had wayyyyy too much fun with this one -fans flushed face-

This lovely and illustration is from  Fables and Romances by @llamagoddessofficial on AO3

Let me just tell you..... these short stories have all of the beautiful, mystical, bony, mysterious, fluffy, bois could ever need!

I highly recommend this read!

[hana-bobo-finch]

your honor they make me ill. they make me insane your honor. your honor,

[rainbowr0ses]

a wreck-it-Ralph Sherbverse au would kinda go hard ngl. I mean they gave us a really big hallway with a lot of gateways to other worlds/(games if we’re getting meta about it). that’s literally just the world port. AND we can sandbox it

[dealunart]

Another cover commission for Jenna Wolfhart

[puddinpaw]

i’d end my days with you in a hail of bullets

[lazyroseart]

Idk but I will admit this was funnier in my head had to share tho

Bonus! The Sparrow picture lol

[fictions-tales]

When the ocean howls your husband disapears.

It doesn't come as a surprise after months spent together, with his face turning to appraise the horizon upon its first call. His eyelight - soft as you speak his name - shoulders low and cradling you without touch - sharpens to daggers with another shout of the wind. His hackles raise - strong form solidifying into something more -

He changes then. But one last squeeze of you hand assure you that he is still yours. And, with your squeeze in return, you assure that you are his.

The waters swell and climb your bluff as he leaves. Hiding the port and raising the ships. Once the rain begins none can dock safely. None from the mainland can take the sea-worn bridge. But that becomes second to his vessel going further under the tears of the sky; Leaping and dipping in the clutch of the screaming seas.

The cold stone does nothing to warm you once he leaves your sight.

You like to think - perched upon the sill, an old coat of his the only thing between you and the chill - that he goes to ward away the storm. His beautiful skull - warm and heavy when you cradle it close - hardening upon sight of the sea gods that threaten to wash away your home. A snarl - seen once, but burned into your brain by his rage - threatening to tear apart those who threaten the peace you've made together.

It's a long and raging battle - each missed attack of the sea crashing the bluff of your fortress - the water threatening to collapse the foundation - swallow you whole - but, as his energy wanes, he might see you awaiting his return. See you in his coat - yearning for when you next feel his embrace - and gain the strength he need to make his final strike and ward off the ocean once again.

In your mind he comes back victorious each time, for never once has his boat failed to come back upon the storm fleeing it's pursuit.

And ever once has he failed to hold you as though starved from your days long separation.

Scenario that's been plaguing me bc @aka-indulgence keeps ENCOURAGING the brainrot

Consider; you are married off to a mysterious lordly skeleton monster. Despite the crack in his skull and his difficulties with speech, he's very gentle with you, and his quiet charm eventually trumps your initial fear of him. His home is an old stone castle, situated on the highest point of a small isolated island. It's quite scenic, you see the waves from your window... but when the tide rises, the castle is entirely cut off from the mainland. On high tides and great swells there's no way to leave your new home. It is beautiful when the sun is shining, but equally, the small patch of land is often shrouded by a thick silencing fog... the sea around the island is deep and churning, and when clouds roll over, the cold water is black as ink. At night, the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks far below your window makes it difficult to sleep.

... Your husband is kind, clearly deeply smitten with you. He tries his best to make you happy on such an isolated isle. But each month, he often disappears to sea for several nights... you spend many dark evenings tucked against the window, hoping for his safe return.

You don't know where he goes. He tells you he goes 'out to sea'. He always comes back smelling of the long, dark kind of seaweed that wraps around sailors' legs and drowns them. He has no family- you never see him eat.

... He has only one rule. When the wind begins to pick up around the island, you must go inside, and remain safe within its thick stone walls until the storm is over. It's an easy rule to follow.

...

The truth, about your husband? He's a powerful kraken, deeply in love with you, who sacrifices his life in the ocean to take on a humanoid form and be with you. But once a month, he has no choice but to return to the sea in his true form, to feed.

He isn't frightened by the great storms- he is their cause. The reason he makes you stay inside is twofold. He doesn't want you to see his transformation...

... But also, his true form is massive, with a mind far wider and wilder than the consciousness he uses for his land form. He wants you safe behind those thick stone walls, where he can't reach...

... He doesn't trust himself around the most precious thing in his life.

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

The West Passage

medieval fantasy set in a giant crumbling palace of traditions with forgotten origin, ruled by giant eldritch Ladies

when winter weather comes in the middle of summer, and a beast below the palace begins to rise, two teens from Grey who have suddenly gained a lot of responsibilities set out on separate journeys to the other towers to find a way to stop it, and meet all sorts of strange people and creatures along the way

world where pronouns/names are based on people’s roles

tons of cool medieval-style chapter illustrations by the author

[tea-potato-gt]

Hear me outs, but if I told anyone this (part of my) list irl they would get hella suspicious…

Part 1 🤪🫣

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Optimus prime🤖

Jolly green giant 🥦🫛🥬🥒🫑

Milia Fallyna Jenius🧑‍🎤👽

Iron giant 🦿🦾

Bfg👂

Audrey 2 🪴

Atom smasher ⚛️

Neytiri 💙

Dave 🫣

The Diamonds 🤍💙💛

Are you noticing a pattern here? 👁️👄👁️

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I am on the Ace spectrum just so y’all know 🫡 I’m more thinking dating and romance 🥰

[thisisntreaver]

Hey did you know Scarlet Robes my favorite fable tlc character

[fablewritesnonsense]

I'm on an Inquisition kick and I'm remembering why I always traveled with Iron Bull and Blackwall.

[ravenrenei]

L.M Montgomery single handled defining the friends-to-lovers trope, “Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeking prose, until some sudden shady of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and music; perhaps… perhaps.. love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath” sets Anne and Gilbert apart from everyone else.