#fairybook

[laxibbeb]

i'm soooo normal about what could've been

[redstrewn]

I want leander to shock us simps so bad. Like jaw drop. Like baffle us with a complete 180 on his outward personality to his inward one. A total fucking asswipe bitch. Just fucken floor us. I think it would be amazing. Just have us levitating only to crash us onto the ground like a bad trip. I think it would be fun.

[sminny-wew]

Hands as a love language

[nelehjr]

I'm happy to announce that I've just posted the first chapter of my new novella series on my Patreon! This series will update weekly. Gary is a ranch hand that followed some polka music into a field in January 2020. Nyxlynn is the princess of the Night Court. It is her duty to marry the king of the Day Court to keep the peace in Fairy. Both want out of their respective situations. Can they help one another, or is it all in vain? This is kind of just a palate cleanser for me, but I think we'll have a lot of fun with it together! #Patreon #Novella #Series #ShortSeries #Romance #HelenMPugsley #FairyStories #FairyBooks #OlsenCounty #OutrunningTheNight https://www.instagram.com/p/Co-NfG8ucCs/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[nicklloydnow]

“See the child. He is pale and thin, he wears a thin and ragged linen shirt. He stokes the scullery fire. Outside lie dark turned fields with rags of snow and darker woods beyond that harbor yet a few last wolves. His folk are known for hewers of wood and drawers of water but in truth his father has been a schoolmaster. He lies in drink, he quotes from poets whose names are now lost. The boy crouches by the fire and watches him.

Night of your birth. Thirty-three. The Leonids they were called. God how the stars did fall. I looked for blackness, holes in the heavens. The Dipper stove.

The mother dead these fourteen years did incubate in her own bosom the creature who would carry her off. The father never speaks her name, the child does not know it. He has a sister in this world that he will not see again. He watches, pale and unwashed. He can neither read nor write and in him broods already a taste for mindless violence. All history present in that visage, the child the father of the man.

At fourteen he runs away. He will not see again the freezing kitchenhouse in the predawn dark. The firewood, the washpots. He wanders west as far as Memphis, a solitary migrant upon that flat and pastoral landscape. Blacks in the fields, lank and stooped, their fingers spiderlike among the bolls of cotton. A shadowed agony in the garden. Against the sun's declining figures moving in the slower dusk across a paper skyline. A lone dark husbandman pursuing mule and harow down the rainblown bottomland toward night.

A year later he is in Saint Louis. He is taken on for New Orleans aboard a flatboat. Forty-two days on the river. At night the steamboats hoot and trudge past through the black waters all alight like cities adrift. They break up the float and sell the lumber and he walks in the streets and hears tongues he has not heard before. He lives in a room above a courtyard behind a tavern and he comes down at night like some fairybook beast to fight with the sailors. He is not big but he has big wrists, big hands. His shoulders are set close. The child's face is curiously untouched behind the scars, the eyes oddly innocent. They fight with fists, with feet, with bottles or knives. All races, all breeds. Men whose speech sounds like the grunting of apes. Men from lands so far and queer that standing over them where they lie bleeding in the mud he feels mankind itself vindicated.”

[milkywaygg]

The Cosmas Chapter 12

Over the next week, Nora and Linnie haven’t spoken to each other much since their meeting at the Fairy Academy. Linnie and Gonzo had been gracious enough to let her gather her things, but afterwards, was told she was never welcome back, even after the child was born, not that Nora cared. As she waited to hear back more on Mary’s stay at the hospital, Nora found herself mostly in her room, lazily scrolling through her computer.

After checking her email and ignoring the graduation party invite she was sent, Nora found herself scrolling through Fairybook in hopes that somebody, at least one other person, had it worse that she did. Her efforts remained fruitless however, as she was flooded with photos of prom dates, college acceptance letters, and even a couple of engagement rings on boys’ fingers. And what did Nora have to show for her years in high school? Five failed AP exams and a baby on the way…with a man she barely even liked…great.

As she continued scrolling, her eyebrows arched as she came across Arthur’s facebook page, her heart stabbing her as she noticed he had changed his profile picture to him and Willow at prom. Willow looked absolutely gorgeous with her caramel, slim body and her long, flowy, swirled pastel pink hair, which complimented the short, pearly white dress and heels she wore. Nora felt her blood boil as she noticed Arthur’s head gently rested on Willow’s shoulder, as she used her free arm to caress his pale cheek.

That should’ve been me, Nora thought angrily as she opened the comments, hoping for a least a troll or two. Instead, all she found were some of her old high school classmates telling them what a cute couple they made and how they thought they should’ve run for prom king and queen. A cheater for a prom king? Give me a fucking break.

Maybe it was the beers she had stolen from the fridge talking, or maybe it was a sign of pure fury, but after scrolling through the last of the comments, Nora closed the post and scrolled all the way to the top of the page, clicking on the message button next to the send friend request.

So…you changed your profile picture…

Nora? I hadn’t heard from you in a bit…are you doing ok?

Way to change the conversation..you care to tell me about your profile pic?

I mean…I don’t really have anything to explain to you��We’re not together anymore.

Yea, because of you, dipshit. Did you forget YOU were the one who cheated on ME?

I know…and it was a really shitty thing of me to do. I’m sorry Nora…I should’ve been upfront with you instead of going behind your back.

Yea no shit. You’ve got another thing coming if you think I’m going to forgive you that easily.

I don’t expect you to forgive me, Nora. Like I said, what I did sucks and there’s no excuse for it. But Willow makes me feel a way that I haven’t with you. I…I’ve been thinking very hard on this and it’s too early but…I want to start a family with her..in the future of course. 

Oh….

I thought you and Linnie were going out?

What gave you that impression?

Well, I just saw you and Linnie spending time together before the last few days of school. I assumed you moved on.

I wish it were that easy. For your information, Linnie hates me now.

Oh really? Why?

Let’s just say he cares a hell of a lot about his family’s opinion. Man can’t think for himself to save his life.

Well, I’m sorry to hear Nora. I wish you the best.

Before Nora could respond, she suddenly received a notification that said that Arthur had blocked him. Closing her laptop, she lied her head down, knocking over the beer can off her desk and onto the floor. She thought back to everything; the pink underwear she saw the last night she was with Arthur, the night she dragged Linnie to the bar, not to mention how both Linnie’s and her own family treated her? What did she do to deserve this? She was a good person, wasn’t she? Was she not loveable? What else could possibly go wrong?

All of the sudden, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Hoping it was Linnie ready to apologize or Arthur telling her he had changed his mind, Nora picked it up swiftly, only to find the Called ID as Hospital.

“What?”

“Hi, is this Nora Cosma?”

“Obviously. What do you want? I’m really busy right now.”

“I-I’m so sorry ma’am, but I’m calling because I have an update on your mother, Mary.”, the nurse said solemnly, “I’m afraid, she doesn’t have too much longer left.”

“What do you mean?”

“We tried all we could but I’m afraid all the alcohol has caused too much damage to her brain and body. She’s…basically a vegetable.”

“So, what does that mean?”

“I’m advising you to come by and give your final goodbyes before we put her off life support.”

Nora felt her stomach flatline as she heard the last sentence, pondering what she was going to do next. A part of her felt guilty for abandoning her mother, despite knowing about her massive drinking problems, but another part of her..almost wanted to celebrate. She thought about all the smashed bottles of whiskey spilled all over the floor and the numerous pieces of glass that cut her skin. All the belt lashes she received after brining home detention slips and bad report cards slivered into her mind as well as she thought about whether or not to see Mary. The only remotely positive thing she could think of her mother doing for her was giving birth, and even then, she technically didn’t do that. Her father was the one who did pretty much all the work. 

“That’s not what I mean.”, Nora continued, “I mean, what does that mean for me? I’ve just barely gotten out of high school. What am I supposed to do?”

“I’m really not at liberty to discuss that with you. Do you have any relatives? Maybe your father can help?”

“Nope. He passed already.”

“Oh well..I’m so sorry.”, the nurse said sadly, “So, I’m assuming you don’t want to say goodbye?”

“Hell no. She’s never done shit for me. Why should I?”

“W-Well, it’s your choice. I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.”, the nurse continued, “Well, whenever you are ready, we do actually need you to come up here and at least fill out some paperwork? We’ll also give you a copy of her death certificate so you can figure out your options from here.”

“Ok…Can I bring a friend?”

“Of course. I know this must be difficult for you. Listen, we’re going to give it another day or so incase you change your mind, or incase she makes any miraculous recovery which, I highly doubt. We’ll call you again right before we pull the plug just in case you want to see her.”

“I highly doubt it but…thanks I guess. You’ve been the only person that’s been even remotely nice to me lately.”

“I’m really sorry. Well, have a good night Nora.”

As she hung up, she felt her hands shake as her phone fell on the floor. It was official….she lost everything. 

Even if she and her mother had always been at odds since her father’s passing, a part of Nora wanted to believe that there was still a slight chance at redemption. That maybe her mother would get the stick out of her ass and apologize for being such a shitty mother. But now, Nora didn’t even have that. 

The more she thought about it, the more Nora began to think more about the big picture. Obviously she had lost her mother, but what else does she lose in the process? Obviously she would have to plan a funeral, so would that mean that the funeral home would sell Mary’s assets? If that happened, Nora had absolutely nowhere to go. Obviously, Linnie’s wasn’t an option thanks to his bitch sister.  Not to mention, Linnie would probably wring her pockets dry trying to buy shit for the baby.  After sulking for a few moments, Nora got up and headed towards the fridge, digging out the leftover whiskey that was sitting towards the bottom. It’s not like she’s gonna drink this anyways. Wonder how much I gotta drink to forget…

[edwin-paynes-bowtie]

Answering your tag on DBD comics !

Yesssss @edwinspaynes have you considered getting the Omni? :O (That’s what I have). I don’t have single issues of that run!

Watching the show is on my tbr, but having been a fan of the comics for a while i thought i’d share some lore about it! The artist- Bucky - is quite legendary in the DC / Marvel comics artworld. Mainly because due to his former team up with legendary comic writer Bill Willingham for the very very awarded run called ‘Fables’. Fables follows classic Grims’ fairy tale characters (Snow White, Big Bad Wolf, Cinderella, Prince Charming, Jack Frost, Red Riding Hood and more) in a modern Adult content NYC setting trying to survive a normal world as magical beings.

The Fables comic run, is a great rabbit hole to fall into (pun intended) but i won’t go on that tangent (unless asked), but Bucky’s Fables artwork kind of created a ‘trend’ or rendered a very unique type of artwork unseen in the comic book space before. His artwork is very, Fairybook, victorian-esuqe, classical marionette characters/storybook artwork but made rated r (gore, slasher, etc.) which is a fantastic way to subvert expectations when viewing it’s idyllic artwork. His clean lines and attention to facial expressions bring the characters' emotions to life, while his creative use of panel layouts adds to the storytelling, often incorporating elements that reflect the fairy tale origins of the characters.

In Dead Boy Detectives, his art carries a slightly more whimsical and eerie tone, fitting the supernatural and detective elements of the story. Buckingham's ability to create atmosphere and mood through his detailed backgrounds and imaginative character designs enhances the narrative, making his art an integral part of the storytelling experience in both series. So it is no suprise that this was carried on when he joined DBD comics with the same household frame of artwork. A noteable shame, is that in Fables he did a lot of margins artwork which we’re missing out on in DBD comics.

I love Bucky’s mariontte timeless artwork, and i think no matter your entry point into the fandom, it’s a great pocket to celebrate English Victorian meets hardy boys storytelling. Which i really wish we will get more of! Either continue the comics or the show for sure.

So yeah i hope you enjoyed listening to my morning rant! LOL!

I don't have the omnibus and don't plan to get it because I already have the two major runs in their books. I can send a picture later if you remind me! But yeah, I don't want to pay $100 for stories that I already own most of. So that's not going to happen, sadly.

This was really interesting! Thank you for sharing. I love the art style in the Toby Litt run as well, which is what you're showing me. It's definitely my favourite of the DBDA comic art styles. I love Edwin's little freckles in it, they're delightful.

[mudg0bln]

Alright so, i took some pictures from one of the boxes i found :D

Heres some of the cool shit

Theres also a ton more of fairy books from when i was little in storage, i’ll make sure to show you guys when i pull it out <3

Also @caffiendbard heres the updates you asked for!!

(I found shiny rocks in the fairy boxes btw)

GUYS I WENT THROUGH SOME OF MY MUMS OLD DOLLS AND FOUND ALL THIS COOL FAIRY STUFF!!! I SHALL UPDATE YOU ALL ON THE WEEKEND WHEN I HAVE THEM 👹👹

[danniswrites]

Becky's Gift - Tears and... Trees (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1450201057-becky%27s-gift-tears-and-trees?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=DannisWrites Becky dreams of meeting a handsome prince, but SETI brings a real one to change her life! Then, she discovers that she has a Gift that can change theirs for the better. This fairybook kingdom has problems. Tom showed her a future in which she was dying of cancer and he linked with her mind to save her life. She won't get cancer now, but the Elshar who controlled Tom in those memories is still a threat to Tom's kingdom, and their way of living.

I am adding 6 chapters total today and releasing 3 at a time Tu, Th, Sat at 1 am until the complete story is up.

[bluedesertbooks]

Library sale really came through! 🧚‍♀️ Lady Cottington’s Pressed Fairy Book 🧚 Absolutely loved this book when I was a kid. #fairybook #pressedflowers #pressedfairies #bookstagram #booktok #books

[sminny-wew]

There's a lot of story context missing here b/c I'm still fleshing out the overall plot but uhhhhhhhhh (throws the lyrics to "butterflies" by GAYLE from the hit movie Barbie at you followed by the lyrics to "Kakusei"/"Awakening" by Superfly from the hit movie Promare)

[roxana-santiago]

"I'm fine. Really. It was more the shock that caught me off guard than anything. As the saying goes: no harm, no foul, right?" She really is okay. There are enough people at the event to make it impossible to avoid an unintended run-in. The shock didn't stop there because her stomach grumbled, and this guy heard it! He actually heard it. A hand covered her stomach, and Roxana's blush must've crept over every inch of her surprised features. "Oh wow. I'm sorry. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I saw your cookie. I forgot to eat breakfast this morning." That's a lie. She rarely eats breakfast. It's because she's surrounded by such delectable scents that her stomach is begging for sweet and savory sustenance! This handsome man (straight out of a fairybook level of handsome) and generous caused Roxana to hesitate. What's the catch? She could chalk it to paranoia from too many true crime podcasts and big-city living. He could be an all-around nice guy."Thank you," she said, peeking inside the bag before retrieving a still-warm chocolate chip cookie. "Sorry for my obvious hesitation. I'm not used to the whole kindness of strangers." she laughed, quoting Streetcar. Like a rabbit, she broke a small piece and nibbled it before him. That nibble turned into Roxana eating the broken-off piece in one go. If it's poisoned, she'll go out with one of the best cookies she's ever tasted. "Are you from Bearcreek? I'm relatively new. Been here for a week." She admitted as she broke off another piece.

Chris felt guilty when he accidentally bumped into a woman at the crowded Founder's Day celebration. "I'm really sorry about that bump! Are you okay?" he asked, slightly flustered. He noticed her reassuring smile and her attempt to brush off the incident. He couldn't help but admire her beauty as she fixed her hair. When she complimented the cookie he held, Chris relaxed a little. "Oh, I got this at the booth from 'Sip N' Time Cafe & Bookstore over there; it's delicious; you should check it out later!" he suggested, hoping to lighten the mood. Just as he was about to introduce himself, he noticed the rumble of her stomach. "You want to try one? I've got a few extra," Chris offered while holding out the goodie bag so she could take a cookie, hoping to make amends for the unexpected collision.

[rj-anderson]

TODAY’S THE DAY! For the next few weeks, my complete Flight and Flame Trilogy consisting of SWIFT, NOMAD and TORCH will be available in ebook for just $4.99!

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I am so thrilled and grateful to @enclavepublishing that I got to finish this trilogy after years of wistful dreaming — not to mention impassioned pleas from readers longing to know what would happen to Ivy and Martin next! You were right to believe there was more to their story and I’m so glad to be able to share the whole of Ivy’s surprising, mysterious, adventurous, romantic and life-changing adventure with you. Thanks to all of you who’ve read and loved the series and recommended it to other fantasy readers as well!

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[sugarfangs]

fairy book 🌸 ⁎ : ☁️ . • ✧ 🧚‍♀️ ⁎ . 🌷 : ⁎ .🐝. ⁎

[loftylockjaw]

[pm] I dunno. A guy gave it to me. [...] I'm fine. By the water. Cold is good. [ cold is the only thing keeping the user awake ] Can see the cabin from here, don't stress.

Oh. Ew. He's weird. Don't talk to weird people, Charlie. [...] That kinda sounds like uh. I mean I don't know about taking names, that's some fucked up fairybook shit, but like.... the handlers at the Pit use. You know. Magically binding contracts. Which I did not know when I signed one, lol. Maybe he's fae. [ user used his brain! yay! ]

[pm] Duuuuuude, work with me here. What did you take? Are you alright? [User grows worried.] Where are you? Do you need me to pick you up?

[User links to Beau's profile.] This dude. I don't know who the fuck he is but I swear to fuck he took my name.

[sailleengladelling]