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sleepyangelkami · 1 year ago

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COLD HANDS e.williams

☆ WORD COUNT - 2K

ELLIE WILLIAMS X FEM!READER

☆ SUMMARY - a drabble of the wintery christmas' spent with you and your girlfriend, ellie williams, in jackson.

☆ WARNINGS - none, pure fluff :) (that felt weird to say) petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

"for god sake, angel." ellie tutted as she cupped your hands in hers, ignoring the light tone she used with her almost harsh words. "what have i told you about wearing your gloves?"

you smiled, a ditzy, dumb smile at her as you tilted your head. she rolled her eyes and yet her lips curved up. it was hard not to grin at you when you smiled at her like that. but you couldn't help it either, she was so sweet when she fussed over you, it made your heart melt and your knees almost give out.

it was mid-december and jackson was covered in snow and frost. you adored winter and everything about it. even when it was just rain, no snow, you couldn't help but absolutely adore cuddling up in front of the fire with your lover, making hot coco that you had found on a run and using one of the old dvd players to watch some sappy christmas movie that again you and ellie went scowering for on a run.

you remembered blissfully, the very first one you had found.

it was merely approaching november, but you were a christmas finatic so naturally, you were already humming little christmas jingles that joel had showed you and ellie on the guitar. you dreamed of a normal christmas, without the apocalypse, with a santa clause and elves, with everyone dressed in red and green with little santa hats on their heads. you dreamed of putting up a christmas tree that you had bought, then again, you did adore the pine trees tommy and joel always found for the community of jackson, just as you adored putting it up with ellie in your shared living room.

upon seeing everyone elses christmas trees, you realised you and ellie had sort of failed the task. everyone chose set colours, whether it be red, or silver, maybe even black and gold whereas yours and ellie's tree was covered from head to toe in many different coloured baubles, green, purple, pink, red, yellow, you name it, it was stuck on the tree. along with the beeds and tinsel you had both found together, wrapping it all nicely. and of course, ellie always lifted you to put the star on the tree because she adored your excited giggle just as much as you adored christmas.

while you didn't have a santa clause, you still heard stories of the old saint nicholas from joel miller. sure, you knew he wasn't real in the real world anyway, but the thought of parents struggling to pretend to be a make-believe man in the sky just so they could see the happy smiles on their childrens faces, it was beyond admirable, the thought too made your heart swoon.

ellie never understood your fixation with the big fat man who fell down chimney's, but she always shared stories with you on what her friends used to tell her when she was younger, the older people of the boston quarantine zone would tell her all kinds of folklore and fairytails of the man, so of course she just had to share them with you too.

you were both on patrol, searching the area when you came across an old dvd store, so, of course, you both dived in as fast as you could. you were always one for movies. "careful." ellie muttered, lifting a large branch out of your way so you could enter the run down building. it looked desperate from the outside, as though it was merely remains of what a dvd store used to be. but upon entering, you and ellie both realised that the only damage was to the outside, for the inside was... ethereal, unlike anything you had ever seen before.

it was massive, so large that when you glanced up, you almost felt queasy of how high the building was. your eyes as big as saucers, your mouth hanging open, ellie just had to chuckle at your face. but you paid no mind, turning to grasp her hand. "c'mon, let's look!" tugging her along as she shook her head, still chuckling.

"okay, baby, just calm down." though, she knew you would indefinitely not calm down any time soon, and she didn't really want you to, for that pretty look on your face was enough to make her own heart melt, eyes boring into your face, gazing at you with eyes filled with so much love and acclamation, she truly wished to spend a million more days, a thousand more christmas', she wished to spend the rest of her future with you and she would. one day, she'd ask the question, one day. but you were both still young then, as you were now. so she'd wait, because she knew you would too.

it didn't take long for you both to become engrosed in the dvd's, flicking through as many as you could find. you had a pile, ones in which you would bring home today. of course, the dvd store was beyond huge, you surely wouldn't look through everything within a month, let alone a day. "oh my god!" ellie turned, brows knitted together at your loud yell. "look, ellie, look!" shoving a dvd in her face.

"what is it?" she laughed at you, taking it into her hands so she could push it down, away from her face and gaze at the cover. the title read 'the muppet christmas carol.' you and ellie had watched a number of the muppets, never had you thought there was a christmas version. the cover showed a picture of cermet the frog, another little frog sitting on his shoulder and standing next to them was miss piggy along with gonzo, swinging from a pole, all covered in snow.

she lowered the dvd to see your face, big bright eyes staring up at her. "Isn't it amazing!" you were over the moon. "can we watch it tonight?!"

ellie chuckled once more, hand reaching out to tuck some hair behind your ear, she loved when you were excited, so much so that it made her beyond dumb. "of course we can." she'd just about agree to anything you asked. pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head, watching as your face heated up in a pink blush. "now c'mon, we need to get back before maria thinks we're doing something else." wriggling her brows. that didn't just make you go pink, you went an insane red colour.

and that very suddenly became you and ellie's 'thing.' you'd constantly be looking for dvd stores on your patrols, always circling back to that one, taking a dig at boxes upon boxes. sure, you were both looking for any kind of dvd, but you knew it had been a good day when you found a christmas dvd. and very suddenly, your supply closet was overflowing with boxes.

however, not all days of december were filled with such joy.

"you need to listen to me more often." the girl stated as she kicked the front door closed, dropping her bags so she could cup your hands again, rubbing her own off yours so she could heat them up with friction.

"i do listen to you." you claimed and ellie couldn't help but purse her lips for she knew you did listen to her but sometimes that warm and fuzzy feeling inside of you when she told you what to do simply got too much for you to handle and you found yourself listening but not listening. "jus forgot."

a blanket of snow had fallen upon jackson at this time of year, so the cold nipped just a little harder, and the sicknesses bit a little rougher. she knew how prone you were to sicknesses, just as you were to accidents due to you being just so clumsy. she told you this morning to wear gloves and yet you left your gloves, hat and scarf at home, the only thing you actually showed up to the stables with that would help was a long jacket. she kept one enlarged hand over your two small ones, the other coming up to tuck hair behind your ear, thumb tracing the line of your jaw. she loved you but oh, how you'd be the death of her. "you go upstairs and get on some fluffy pijama's okay, i'm gonna light the fire 'n i'll be right up, alright?"

"okay, ellie." big grin on your face as you reached your face up, pressing a kiss to her soft lips. it wasn't a long sensual one, a small peck and yet so much passion was pushed into the little way your lips pressed against her own. her hand smacked your bum on your way causing you to turn and playfully glare, hands coming to cover your behind as you made your way up the stairs, ellie could only laugh.

the girl knew you took downright forever to get ready so she didn't have a care in the world as she found herself placing sticks into the fire, loading it up with coal and so on. by the time she was finished, you still weren't down so she made her way up to the shared bedroom of yours. she could hear you getting dressed in the bathroom, so while you were busy, she too decided to get into comfortable clothes. a grey baggy-ish sweatpants along with a white long tee, sort of tight but loose enough. she rolled her eyes with a smirk when you still were not ready. no matter how many times she told you hurry, you never did, always getting distracted by the little things, whether it be the little droplets of condensation on the mirror, or tying something on your top. your thoughts ran too fast, you'd get distracted, fail at tying it. stop, try again, think too fast, fail, stop, try again and again and again until finally, you yelled ellie's name and asked for her help. but she never got mad at you, on the contrary, she simply smiled and laughed while you stared up at her with big puppy eyes.

you found yourself ready soon after ellie headed back downstairs. you were in, as told, a fluffy pijamas. tommy miller had gifted it to you one chirstmas, it was a grey pijamas with three polar bears sitting on the front of the jumper. you loved the clothing dearly, always slipping it on in december, you loved the feeling of being cozy in the cold. it was one of the many reasons why you'd pick winter over summer over and over again until your last breath.

when you came down from the stairs, you spotted ellie sitting in front of the dvd player, between the now lighting fire and the coffee table in which two mugs of hot coco was sitting upon. you couldn't help the way your face lit up, that massive grin on your face as your eyes began to crinkle. the girl turned around, controller in her hand as she too matched your smile. "took your time." she joked, a soft look etched to her face. "can you grab the blanket, baby?"

you nodded your head, muttering a small 'okay' before making your way towards the couch and picking up the checkered brown and green blanket that reminded you of how close christmas was.

it didn't take long for the movie to start. ellie decided on the muppets christmas carol again, just as she always had, stating it was her favourite. you too loved it, so who were you to deny? ellie wrapped the blanket around her back, sitting up against the lit fire as you sat between her legs, your back to her stomach as her arms enveloped you, wrapping the blanket around you too.

the feeling made you drousy, the room was supposed to be dark, however, the lit fire, the tv playing the movie and the little christmas lights that danced on the trees made it hard not to alluminate the entire room. however, with your head falling on ellie's shoulder from behind, the taste of hot chocolate in your mouth and the feeling of her arms, enveloping you as if you were a baby.

well, you couldn't help the way your eyes began to close, your lips pushed together into a pretty pout as you slowly succumbed to sleep in the embrace of your lover.

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wifetomegatron · 1 year ago

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one hundred and one nights (overlord/reader)

summary : reader gets abducted by overlord. he has an infatuation. pairing : overlord (idw) / afab! reader fandom : transformers idw continuity, more than meets the eye rating : e for explicit and mild descriptions of gore & dubious consent, minors don’t interact (mdni!), not safe for work (nsfw!) warnings : descriptions of violence, references to human disembodiment, human!reader, smut, sticky sexual interfacing tags : a lot of references to fairytail / folklore, mostly one-hundred and one nights & this goyard painting.

I. You've heard stories about him. Luna two, Garrus-nine, Hell's point. Albeit not from Swerve, or Chromedome, or Rodimus — that would be ridiculous. Impossible, even, when his name is already non-existent in the space of a ship big enough to fit thousands of Cybertornians. Not even a whisper, as if people were afraid that a slip of his name would be mistaken for a prayer and he would come to life, emerging from the shadowy corners of the Lost Light. Optics, sickly artificial red as they burn holes through the veil. But not even Primus would be as cruel as to materialize Overlord here. At least, you had hoped.

Only several nights before were you and Ratchet discussing him. The doctor knew you deserved an explanation for what transgressed over the weekend with Fort Max, Whirl, and Rung. On who he was, what he has done, and what he will continue to do if his spark wasn't sealed in a white vacuum — serpentine green drowning in nothing. The silence stretched for what felt like years, minutes solidifying themselves midair to bake the air thick. And your mouth was dry, face drained of its color. You didn't ask further, choosing to retreat into your room, where you made the last-minute decision to sleep with the lights on.

It was an irrational fear, you thought. To be afraid of someone light years away, deconstructed and stuffed in a box.

And yet here you are, trapped inside a prison chamber with him — limbs suspended, mouth curled into a grin.

II. It was a stupid accident. A stupid, preventable accident that could have been avoided if everyone had just sat down and listened to the noises Red Alert had been talking about. Their audials would have picked up the voices, the whispers, traveling through a crack big enough for you to slip into. Down the rabbit hole, you fell very slowly before hitting your shoulders square against the crown of Overlord’s head. Slipping ungracefully down an arm, and into the palm of his chained hand. You should have never taken directions from Whirl, because God knows how long it’ll take for the crew members to realize you were gone. And how many seconds left do you have to live, considering that you had conveniently fallen into his grip? A curse. A gift.

“What’s this?” He asked aloud. A dragon waking from his slumber, voice heavy as they echo throughout metal walls, “ Hm. They brought me a plaything.”

You couldn’t speak. Stunned mute as your head barely manages to recover from the impact. The chains rattled slightly, and he squeezed you — yet you were still intact. Surprisingly whole, save not for a few bruises. He says it’s because he’s bored. And that there’s no fun in having you bleed all over when he can’t clean himself up after.

He demanded you to speak and so you did, finding courage in your voice. Yet it sounded so tiny compared to his. And Overlord reveled in this. The more you tried to prove you weren’t afraid the more he’d tighten his grip, horrified to know that this level of self-restraint had (most likely) earned you a broken rib. You wonder what would happen if he had less motivation to keep you alive.

So you became Scheherazade and spoke softly in between trembling breaths. The boiling temperature inside this circular prison may very well be the Sahara, and if you flutter your eyes shut you can hear the sand dunes sing with the wind. And you lay in a dimly lit room with your new husband, spinning him a story so that he won’t plunge his blade past your sternum — the tip of his silver knife shimmering under firelight as they nick your pulse point. Overlord was your Shahryār, yet you wondered if he was just as curious as the prince or if he was too clever to be outwitted by a story. Most likely the latter. Yet maybe he’s just willing to play along, knowing that he will always be the cat, and never the bird. That there’s only one ending — for he has robbed you of your sunrise and conquered all your dusks— so might as well make it count.

III. But maybe Overlord should’ve killed you. He should’ve snapped you in half, and if the sight would have delighted him into a good mood, it would even be painless, quick. Yet instead, he decided that you were worth more than that. This cat wanted to play with his food. Wanted to hear it sing. And so he performed a massacre and took you with him.

At least it spared Chromedome the pain of having Rewind aboard the compartment with Overlord. Instead, he had you. And ever since then you've been drifting, deeper and deeper into darkness. Swallowed by the void of space, where nothing seems to glow brighter than his optics.

IV. You continued telling him stories. It became the only thing you knew how to do, rather than the only thing that kept you alive. You were now at an abandoned spaceport, where your captor sought temporary refuge. It conveniently hovered above the organic civilization living below on Saturn. He jokes about colonizing them, yet you didn't laugh, quietly staring at the man Overlord just squished under his foot. He must've been a routine worker sent to check the premises. He could have alerted the planet below. And could've called for help.

Bile was rising into the back of your throat.

Maybe he came with a friend. Or maybe Overlord had their way with them already. As you silently wept, you turned the other way — opting to blankly stare past the window. You can see his reflection approaching, the metal beneath you tremble with each step.

" What did I say about your crying?" He crooned, a digit forcefully dragging your chin upwards. You tried to be defiant, to puff out your cheeks and stop your lips from trembling. Yet there was blood on his armor, sprayed across his face. And now there were some on your cheek, wet and sticky, enough to make the tears fall faster.

Then, amid the silence that has crowded the room, between the background hums and noises coming from the machine arose the subtle, clicking noise of a cooling fan. He pushed the tip of his thumb against your bottom lip, the red shade of his optics burning into a deep shade of garnet.

" Look at me when you cry," He commanded, " I want to see it."

V. You told him a story of the Roman titan who devoured his sons one by one — afraid they’d overthrow him. Eat or be eaten, was that what Megatron thought when he installed a killswitch in his head? You hoped this would flatter him. It did. A little too much.

VI. You usually don't talk when he's inside of you. When his spike is stretching you almost too painfully, you never make conversation, it is always the sound of your shallow breathing and his indulgent moaning, mingling together in the air. He didn't force you, no. A part of you had wanted this. Out of sheer fear or stress, you're not sure.

Either way, it's safe to say that Overlord doesn't want you dead anytime soon. Yet he's starting to get bored. Or rather, tired, of wanting. Of fighting this internal disgust in himself for ever thinking of having you like this: underneath him, writhing and struggling to have him all the way to the hilt. He has always been more glutton than prideful. And so here you two were, with his mass displaced yet hands still big enough to cover the expanse of your back — thumbs draped against your nipples. Squeezing, circling. His optics leered at the hickeys and bruises loitering your skin. He has a fascination with how they turn purple and bleed red, sometimes blooming into blue before fading. You tell him as long as he's gentle enough not to break anything, he's more than welcome to have you like this.

As insatiable as he is, that was enough for him.

" If I had known...organics were this pliant. I would have gotten myself a plaything eons ago."

He roughly snapped his hips upwards, dragging you against the berth.

" Sing for me."

Nothing made sense anymore. Not when he has you by the talons like a wild animal, hunched over to devour its prey. Atoms would condense and cluster and sink onto your skin, crowding you with heat from the brutal pace he's setting. You're afraid he'd snap your hip as he hikes up your right leg. Angling you, using you, to his pleasure. And there is pleasure out of this for you too, molten liquid tightening around your abdomen. So you indulge him. He likes seeing you cry, and so you did. Begging, whining — which only causes him to hold you closer to his chassis. The thrum of his spark against you is loud enough to send you into a headache.

It's too much. You wanted to say. But you know it's futile. So as you reached your high — spent and overstimulated from this newfound obsession of his — you could do nothing but brace yourself for the rush of trans fluid spilling down your legs. Your cunt, sore and aching as he finally pulls away.

He says you're funner this way. That's the closest thing you'll get to a sunrise.

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beebeeswee · 8 days ago

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quick fire headcannons! fairy tail as taylor swift songs!

Nalu - Superman (Speak Now)

Jerza - Death By A Thousand Cuts (Lover)

Nalu - Lavender Haze (Midnights)

Juvia - Enchanted (Speak Now)

Mirajane - Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? (TTPD) (this one hurts)

Juvia - Anti-Hero (Midnights) (this one hurt even more)

Gajevy - I Can See You (Speak Now TV) (blushin & kickin my feet)

Lisanna, Lucy, Wendy - Clara Bow (TTPD)

Jerza - hoax (folklore)

Nalu - If This Was A Movie (Fearless) (the 1 year timeskip...)

Wendy - A Place in this World (Debut)

Erza and Mirajane - The Man (Lover)

Lucy and Michelle - Seven (folklore)

Fraxus - Delicate (Reputation) (!HEAR ME OUT!)

Jerza - Fresh Out The Slammer (TTPD) (...)

Gajevy - But Daddy I Love Him (TTPD)

Nalu / Gajevy / Fraxus - So High School (TTPD) (specifically "you know how to ball / i know aristotle")

Long Live (Speak Now) is just the fairytail guild anthem let's be real

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enchanted-wildflower · 1 year ago

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100 days of productivity (9/100)

Tuesday, 28th of November

I didn't go to class today. I went to uni, stood outside for and hour and went home. I already miss my boyfriend so much :/ but I also have a lot to do for, so i can't think about him too much. My goal for today was to finish all the my research on the Uyghurs, which I didn't, but I still have some days, so I try not to panic.

One good thing is that some books y ordered arrived today, including a collection of Grimm's fairytails and Hans Christian Andersen's Fairytails 🤗

Productivity:

spent 3,5h researching for my presentation

sent an e-mail to my latin teacher

Selfcare:

Told some friends about my relationship issues

Watched a movie (Roxanne Roxanne)

Personal projects:

Copied what I had highlighted in the digital version of Southern Cunning: Folkloric Witchcraft in the American South (by Aaron Oberon) into the physical copy that arrived today

#100 days of productivity #study blog #study motivation #studyblr #studyspo #studying #student #study aesthetic

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bestworstcase · 1 year ago

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Do you think The God of Animals from the RWBY fairytails The Shallow Sea and The Judgement of the Fanus might be another powerful Afterian who decided to go through the door? Because looking at the stories I'm not sure, but the creation of Fanus in the stories does actually seem to be pretty similar to ascension so I feel like there was influence from it. Maybe someone brought a bunch of Tree leaves to Remnant and the tea or smoke made from it turned people or animals into faunus.

genuinely i think the god of animals—as in the inspiration for the mythical entity, i don’t think there is an actual ‘god of animals’ in the way that the brothers are real—Is Salem.

one of the faunus creation myths is about outcasts with nowhere else to go and nothing to lose choosing to jump into magical waters offered to them by a capricious, wild god, and emerging transformed and liberated from their unhappy fates only to be condemned by humans who perceive their changes as horrific. the other is about being transformed by the judgment of a god into beings who are then immediately blamed for leading grimm to a human settlement and exiled forever.

salem is “your grace” to some of her followers, particularly tyrian, and this is also the form of address used for ghira belladonna—she is literally addressed by her own followers in the form of a faunus monarch! there is a cultural adjacency to faunus baked into referring to her this way!

the world of remnant episodes on grimm and faunus imply HEAVILY that 1. faunus have historically been viewed by humans as adjacent to grimm and 2. there is a strong cultural perception that grimm are an existential threat to humans specifically, with faunus being at best an afterthought. and of course adam’s white fang carted grimm around no problem and menagerie just…doesn’t seem to have a grimm problem, so it’s entirely possible that grimm really don’t prey on faunus except incidentally.

in ‘after the fall’ as in V2 ozpin singles out The Faunus Member Of The Team for questioning after an incident, and while we don’t get to see it directly with velvet she is in tears when her teammates burst in, and of course with blake it is transparently obvious that ozpin suspects blake of being salem’s spy; it probably also bears repeating that back in the day ozma factored “the people telling me scary stories about The Witch who lives among Beasts and Monsters also enslave faunus and keep them in cages” into his assessment of these stories not at all, and doesn’t seem to have been all that fussed about the cages situation itself. the man is quietly racist but also, like, “beasts” in this context is a euphemism for faunus, we’ve all grokked this, yeah?

all of which is to say, there are a lot of small hints as to a cultural Connection between salem and faunus that together add up to, well, i think at one point she was similarly influential to the development of faunus myth as ozma was to that of human folklore, if probably not with the same degree of intentionality. like ‘the shallow sea’ is an allegorical retelling of salem’s plunge into the grimm pool told from the perspective of freely chosen transformation being a good thing. also the god of animals is said to be a shapeshifter and we know that shapeshifting is something magic users can do. also ‘the shallow sea’ Specifically brings up the grimm three separate times just to say “don’t worry about them, they’re not a problem in This story” which, Okay.

#i think the island is either #subconscious memories bc faunus are ascended humans #(if i’m right that being killed by a grimm sends humans to the tree instead of to light’s afterlife)#OR. a hint that salem has been to the ever after

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pxiedcst · 2 years ago

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⸻⸻ ❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐔𝐒, 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 ❞

PIXIE DUST, commonly shortened to PIXIES, is a fictional south korean girl group formed by GEM FACTORY LABELS, consisting of three members: MIRAE , DANBI & PUREUM. the group officially debuted in 2019 with the mini album “GONE WITH THE PIXIE” and it’s title track RESCUE.

their ethereal concept flawlessly embodies the essence of their nicknames, the "FAIRIES OF THE NATION" given by enchanted south korean citizens. The PIXIES' storyline follows them as they endeavor to rid the world of mischievous spirits that have found their way to earth while also recovering mysterious gems that have yet to reveal their true purpose.

while a few eagle-eyed netizens have pointed out similarities between their music videos and global events, most agree that it is simply a matter of coincidence. regardless, PIXIE DUST's whimsical world continues to capture the hearts of fans all around the world with their unique and captivating magic.

🧚🏻‍♀️ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄. ›› basic information.

company : gem factory labels.

group name : pixie dust

members : mirae , danbi & pureum.

debut date : april 18th, 2019

debut album : GONE WITH THE PIXIE.

debut song : rescue

concept : fairytail , folklore , sobrenatural , magic girls.

greeting : “here to save the world! hello, we’re pixie dust”

fandom name : channeling(s)

fandom meaning : channeling means entering a meditative or trancelike state in order to convey messages from a spiritual guide. therefore, the channelings are the way pixie dust can convey their message to the world, and they wouldn't be heard without them.

fandom colours : classic rose ( #f9cecc ) & tea green ( #d1eed1 )

🧚🏻‍♀️ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄. ›› members.

shin mirae ( 신미래 )

lee danbi ( 이단비 )

oh pureum ( 오퓨름 )

🧚🏻‍♀️ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄. ›› discography.

GONE WITH THE PIXIE › mini album : 2019

FAIRY RINGS AND THE GUIDE TO DISAPPEARANCE › mini album : 2019

HEAR THE WIND SING › mini album : 2020

FORTUNE TELLER › single album : 2020

PIXIE DAY › full album : 2021

PIXIE NIGHT › repackage album : 2021

WINGS, HORNS, TAILS › single album : 2022

WILL O’ THE WISP › mini album : 2022

SEELIE COURT › full album : 2022

SEELIE COURT: JUDGEMENT DAY › repackage album : 2023

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pollyssecretlibrary · 1 year ago

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“Her Radiant Curse”, by Elizabeth Lim

I read this book from NetGalley in exchange for a fair and honest review.

RELEASE DATE - Aug29, 2023 ⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

“Her Radiant Curse” is the prequel to the “Six Crimson Cranes” bilogy but it can be read as a standalone for it tells the story of the stepmother of Shiori, the protagonist of said bilogy when she was young. Also, unlike the first book of the bilogy and its sequel, this prequel is not based in a fairytale (that I know of) but it is consistent in the eastern Asian folklore and legends being interwoven with the main plot.

Channari was only four when her mother gave birth to the most beautiful sister she could have given her. Baby Vanna was born with a special light in her heart that shines and mesmerizes everyone who lays eyes upon her. But Channi’s mama’s labor had complications and with her life hanging on a thread, her husband Adah, decides to sacrifice one of his daughters to the demon-tiger Angma to save mama’s life. Instead of the beautiful Vanna, Adah takes Channi to the forest, but the tiger wanted the radiant baby, so to punish the father he turns Channi into a half human half snake girl, that is the curse that won’t break until either Channi or the tiger are dead. It was all for nothing, before dying, mama makes her full moon girl, Channi, promise that she will protect Vanna always.

Of course everyone despises and bullies Channi, who is only supported and protected by the snake realm. She becomes a lonely hunter, chasing tigers for Angma has threatened to kill Vanna when she turns 16. Who is the one who is really cursed? What is the light that shines from Vanna’s heart?

This is a story of love and betrayal, hate and loyalty. Snakes, tigers, dragons, sister love and abandonment. It is a story of growth and finding our own path, our own adventures in life. Despite its brilliant fairytail-esque writing I did not enjoy this book as much as Shiori’s journey. Its value lies in a much needed backstory for Raikama or Channi, the witch who could talk to snakes. Although she is redeemed in the second book “The Dragon’s Promise” in which Elizabeth Lim gives us a glimpse of Raikama’s past, we needed the full story to truly understand why she behaves the way she does in “Six Crimson Cranes” and why does she keep her distance from Shiori.

In the end I did have fun with this book no matter what. Perhaps the reason why I felt it less compelling than the other books is that “Six Crimson Cranes” did an amazing job at making me feel whatever Shiori felt, especially her desperation and her frustration. I couldn’t quite feel the same with Channi.

#Review #Book Review #Fantasy #Fairitale Fantasy #Elizabeth Lim #Asian folklore

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sketchiiii · 1 year ago

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Olena ⚔ Olena is a swordsperson in my story folklore (name pending a better one), shes different from the rest of the cast as she does not possess powers in the same way, and that hers are innately attached to her being, rather than being granted to or derived from another source.

She has a very prominent burn mark that has not faded like normal scars would (however i am toying around with the idea of having it resemble more normal burn scarring in colour, but maybe in a rose kinda pattern?)

ive completely switched over to a like scritchy scratchy brush cos i wanted a more colour pencil art style, and im loving it so much icl I drew this while i was listening to worlds beyond number too so i definitely feel like theres that fantasy fairytail aspect in it that you can see.

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attic-club-sandwich · 2 years ago

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🌸🌲🌾 for Shae 💜

tysm Hack!! <3

🌸 Cherry Blossom: Does your OC believe in legends/myths?

Yes, definitely! She was always told stories growing up and became very intrigued whether it's mythical creatures or strange phenomenon. She's half Japanese so she is very into Japanese folklore as well as American folklore!

🌾 Rice Sheaf: How picky is your OC with food? What will and won't they eat?

She honestly isn't picky at all! She loves food and trying new things. However when she gets to the Devildom she is a little hesitant when it comes to the food. She gets sick the first time she tries it and she's a little turned off by it after that so the brothers try and make her things that are more palatable to humans lol

🌲 Evergreen: What does your OC's dream treehouse look like? What tree is it built upon?

Ohh Shae's treehouse would be so magical lol she would have fairy lights, a little bed, book shelf, little jars for all of her herbs she would collect... she'd also have like, dried plants and flowers hanging up on the walls and the whole place would smell like lavender. She would 100% turn it into her own little space full of her interests and hobbies. It would definitely be built in an oak tree, they look like something out of a fairytail!

Send me some Nature Asks!

#asks #answered #yourboyhack #attic club besties #ask games

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direwombat · 2 years ago

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Hmm, how about a Fairytale/Folklore AU? :)

ohhhhhh now how could i not indulge in a werewolf/quasi-little red riding hood au?

much like it is in canon, falls end is a a tiny village nestled in the valley between the mountains. just with a more uh...fairytale look to it i guess? (either classical fairytail or like ouat's storybrooke) mary may runs the tavern, jerome is the local priest, whitehorse, pratt, and hudson are the local reeves, and eli, jess, and syb are the town's huntsmen (and syb, i guess for the sake of this au, normally wears a red flannel)

Now the woods in the surrounding mountains are dangerous for a number of reasons. wild animals, treacherous terrain, it's not a place to send the inexperienced, yet people like to wander out there (normally to drink or fuck without any of their neighbors knowing), but recently there's been a string of disappearances with the bodies turning up looking like they've been mauled and half-eaten.

these attacks/killings also coincide with a family arriving in town, one of which doesn't actually live in town per se, but just outside of it, in the mountains. now. no one has actual, substantial proof, that he's the one responsible for them, but like...people have their suspicions. the reeves try to calm everyone down as much as they can: "there have always been stories of strange beasts in the woods. odds are that whatever's doing this is nothing more than a particularly angry and hungry bear." nonetheless, earl sends the local huntsmen to go out and try to find the beast that's been doing this.

they go out to comb the mountains. it's a lot of territory to cover, but they do what they can. and it just so happens that syb's sector happens to be where jacob's cabin is located. she follows the trails, and of course, while she's searching, she also runs into jacob seed. now, she's the rational sort, so she thinks it is some kind of large wild animal. she asks him questions like "have you seen any abnormally large predators around?" not at all treating him like a suspect, but by god, he dodges her questions at every turn and he sure as hell is acting suspicious. after an incredibly terse and tense interaction, they part ways with jacob returning to his cabin and syb continuing her search. she's trekking through the woods well into the night, and as the full moon lights her path, an ear-piercing howl rings through the air and she's beset upon by a massive wolf-like beast. she doesn't get a good look at it, but all she knows is that it's huge, and has really weird legs unlike anything she's seen on a normal wolf. she escapes and makes it back to the village and she reports her findings (although, she does leave out how the creature definitely had red fur and bizarrely familiar scarring

anyway, it wouldn't be a bona fide werewolf au without some sort of "mates" bullshit (i say this lovingly <3) and obviously syb is jacob's mate, which they discover after a lot of predator/prey dynamics

#oc: deputy sybille la roux #r: fragile creatures

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