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Fairytales in BD: Garulfo

I will conclude (so far, because there's a lot more to say) this look at Franco-Belgian comics with THE most famous BD series when it comes to fairy tales. I speak, of course, of Garulfo.

Published in six volumes between 1995 and 2000, created by Alain Ayroles and Bruno Maïorana (with colors by Thierry Leprévost), Garulfo began as a two-part (two volumes) humoristic retelling/parody that many summarized as "What if the tale of The Frog Prince had been told by Voltaire"? Garulfo is a talking frog living in a pond in a fairytale realm. And he has enough of living among wild and savages animals in a dirty, uncivilized swamp. He is endlessly fascinated and obsessed by humans, that he believes to be the epitome of beauty, biology and civilization: he dreams to become one. As such, hearing about stories of princess' kisses turning frogs into princes, he goes to a fairy so she can cast such a spell on him...

Problem is the "fairy" Garulfo visits is a witch - and quite open about her witchcraft, but Garulfo believes fairy and witches are all the same. So she does put the spell on him, but with the warning that it will only bring bad things... And indeed, as Garulfo is kissed by the princess of the realm and welcomed as a prince by the court, the naive frog ends up causing the most massive chain of "butterfly effect" you ever saw within the kingdom. Because, as he comes to learn, the world of human is filled with corruption, cruelty, lust, hypocrisy and other manipulations, and the arrival of an innocent, mysterious newcomer starts a whole series of events - courtly conspirations, assassination attempts, peasant rebellion, old secrets brought to light, tragic misunderstood identites - all culminating, of course, with the arrival of a dragon...

This humoristic, though cynical, BD proved such a success it was extended by four more volumes for a series of six tomes - the second "arc" of Garulfo exploring the relationship between the nice Garulfo the frog, and the human prince who he "took" the shape of, who turns out to be a selfish, arrogant jerk. The two end up again entangled in a set of transformations and identity swap, as a tournament is organized to win the hand of the princess in marriage - and this journey of the naive and the jerk learning from each other for personal growth gets derailed when an ogre kidnaps the princess and makes her a prisoner of his castle. But the rescue mission reveals that the story might not be so much "The Little Thumbling" as rather a bittersweet "Beauty and the Beast"...

As I said before, Garulfo is considered the number 1 BD when it comes to fairy-tales in the Franco-Belgian comics. And one of the classics of humoristic fantasy in BDs.

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Olalla Chapter Eleven 1/2

Josh Kiszka x f!OC x Jake Kiszka 4.572 words

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings (are spoilers): descriptions of injury, mentions of blood and stitches, nightmares, secrets and insincerity, fluff, smut, mutual masturbation, rough sex, hair pulling, very light BDSM (sans BD), and as always, an unhealthy dose of heavy emotions and feelings

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Can I believe you? Can I ever know your mind? Am I handing you mine? Do we both confide? I see it, eat through every word I sow See what you need to, do you doubt it's yours? Now I'm learning the ropes never get this close I've been wounded before Hasn't let me go

Agnieszka, December 22nd, 5:30 pm

“It’s nothing, Neszka.”

How I missed the sound of his voice. Sweet and raspy, like crystallized honey. My grandmother used it to hide the bitter taste of cough drops, but I could always feel it on my tongue anyway. She never fooled me. And neither did he…

It didn’t look like nothing, and he didn’t sound like it was nothing. Even though he tried to smile in a vain attempt to fool me. Still, the result was more like a crooked sneer and it certainly didn’t reach his eyes. Despite his weak reassurance, it only kept me worrying, because that’s exactly how he looked, too: worried… There was also something else in his eyes; something that I couldn’t decipher yet. I gently ran my fingertips across the dark bruise right under the stitched gash. The snowflakes in his hair melted down and fell in tiny droplets on his cheeks. I wiped those as well. He closed his eyes in reaction to my touch and his expression softened momentarily, so I dared to speak again. 

“Don’t lie, Joshua. This looks days old, you have three stitches, and I’m only just learning about this now?! Who did this to you? And why?” 

He opened his eyes again, but didn’t answer and didn’t look at me. Instead, his gaze fell on the malachite pendant that I still wore on a silver chain round my neck, close to my heart. It was a perfect symbol of the kind of love he kept giving me: cleansing, transformative… and toxic. He swallowed hard and clenched his jaw, and I felt his hands slide from my shoulders and down my arms until it was just his fingertips that traced the sharp curves of my elbows. I could barely feel that touch. My questions hung heavy in the air, creating an invisible emotional gap between us, and I couldn’t fully understand why. I hated it, though! This moment wasn’t supposed to be like this. I just wanted to hug him again, while desperately yearning for him to hug me back.

But something was suddenly different. 

I had feared it would be like that eventually… that one day he would no longer give me answers. I had nightmares about it. And now he was slipping away just like he had been in those dreams that kept haunting me. Our “affair” had always been more like a dream anyway. My fairytale man, wrapped in satin and adorned with sparkling gems. My other-worldly prince, written by Brothers Grimm. He kept on bleeding and in return it kept me dreading moments yet to come. 

“Talk to me,” I whispered, still hoping that it was just me being paranoid again. 

And then, out of the blue, he cupped my cheeks and kissed me lightly, the stitches that held his lip together scratching mine. He could have razor blades there and I would not care, because after all those months apart, my baby kissed me again. I shivered, and as if on cue, he ran his fingers through my hair, cradling my skull like the finest china. My body felt light. Then he finally spoke. 

“We had a fight… me and Jake. But hey! I don’t want you to worry about that. It’s ok. It was nasty, but it’s between the two of us.”

I pulled away from his embrace indignantly. “How can I not worry about that? You both assured me you were ok, and… why? What is it this time? Does he also look like this? Is he outside? I want to tal…”

“Shhh, we’re ok. And no, they already left. We’ll see them tomorrow.” 

With that, he grabbed his duffle bag that he had previously dropped on the floor – a clear indication that he wanted me to drop the subject, but I wouldn’t give up so easily. I felt like there was still more of what he was not telling me. We all had completely different plans just a few hours ago, so whatever was going on, it definitely didn’t seem like they were ok. “But the dinner, Joshua…” 

I could tell he sensed my growing unease, because he frowned. “Relax, Olalla. It’s just a last-minute change of plans. We’re all awfully tired, and especially Lisa. She’s not used to transatlantic jetlags, and the final drive really took its toll.”

I couldn’t argue with that. Those cute, tiny wrinkles that often appeared around his eyes when he got tired were now more pronounced than ever. He offered me his hand and smiled again, even though it must have been painful, and together we went upstairs. 

“You must be hungry, though,” I said when we entered my living room. 

“Yeah…a bit, but I’m really craving a hot shower now.” He put his bag down and took off his down jacket and I immediately hugged him from behind, making him huff and grimace over his shoulder at me. “Ugh, no darling, I stink!”

“No, you don’t,” I chuckled and mumbled with my face buried in the soft fabric of his woolen hoodie while he stroked my arms that were firmly wrapped around his chest. He smelled like cozy winter evenings spent by the stove after long, adventurous days; his own musk mixed with a whiff of cinnamon and vanilla and pine wood. I could spend hours just standing there like that, but his stomach suddenly rumbled loudly, making us both cackle again. “But how about you just go take that shower and I’ll run downstairs to prepare us some savory stuffed toasts in the meantime, hm? Maybe even tomato salad?”

“With sour cream and spring onions?” he crooned softly.

“Absolutely.” I whispered in his ear. I loved how he always sounded like a small kid when we talked about food, and I was always ready to give and make him everything he wanted, even if it meant to spend hours in the kitchen. “And then we can pretend to watch tv…”

“Pretending to watch tv with you is my favorite pastime,” he smiled softly with a mischievous glint in his eyes, before his face twisted in pain again as the lip stretched too much. “I’m sorry I can’t kiss you properly.” 

And you refuse to tell me why…

I decided not to push it. Instead, I just kissed his cheek and excused myself. There were things I refused to tell him, too…

When I came back from the main kitchen with a tray full of munchies, I found him sprawled across my bed, lying on his stomach and already fast asleep. He was almost naked, safe for one towel still wrapped around his head and another one already just haphazardly draped over his butt. My heart melted at the sight, so delightfully domestic and bohemian at the same time, but the nasty creature living deep inside me wanted me to wallow in unjustified disappointment. I always hated that self-centered bitch that kept poisoning my thoughts. The fact that he was here with me should have been enough… and yet I still felt like it was not. 

The feeling came with old questions, ones that I had been trying to disregard ever since they left by the end of September and his sweet kisses and incessant babbling about life having no rules could no longer distract my mind. What now? Am I enough? Does he want me to be his life or just a vacation? Those thoughts had been relatively easy to ignore while I had something to look forward to, and him coming back for Christmas was a chapter yet to be read. I banished and locked those thoughts somewhere at the back of my head, where they kept haunting me at the dead of night, but my days were filled with childish anticipation. 

He was finally here, in flesh and blood, and as I watched his back rise and fall peacefully, I could feel the charm slowly evaporate in the air, but I was not yet ready to admit that. Two more weeks, and then what? 

Careful not to wake him, I gently freed him from those damp towels, before I covered those perfect ass cheeks with a spare blanket from my closet as he was lying on top of mine, looking like an angel that fell too hard. Pale, beaten and once again so awfully thin. 

I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked those damp curls for a while, deliberately avoiding the already barely visible scar that still made my heart skip a beat everytime I saw it, before concluding that it would be best to just let him sleep. I checked the old clock on the wall; it was only 7, but it already felt like midnight. 

There was no room for me on that bed. I turned off the light, closed the door carefully and spent the rest of the evening on my couch, eating my toast and trying to keep my mind occupied with my favourite book, which proved nearly impossible. The unshakeable restlessness deep within my chest only made me re-read the same paragraph over and over again, until the words became blurry and the wind on top of the mountain kept turning the pages and my fingers, too numb with cold, could no longer hold the large, leather-bound volume. It slipped from my grasp and fell down the slope, releasing a roaring avalanche that buried the whole town under snow, all because I wanted the story to come true. The sun came up then, burning the remaining debris to a cinder. I watched the destruction from above and I cried and cried, with my eyes fixed on the crimson sky, until I heard those voices calling me again.

Olalla…

Neszka…

VEELA…

“Olalla! Babe! Wake up, honey!”

His real voice finally roused me. I opened my eyes, disoriented, and flinched lightly when I saw Joshua hovering above me, his expression a mixture of tenderness and worry. “What happened?” I croaked, with my throat parched and hurting. 

“Well, you tell me. I woke up in the dark, hearing your cries coming from… here.” He crouched down and cupped my wet and puffy face, looking just as confused as I felt. “I’m sorry I fell asleep like that, but what are you doing here? It’s nearly morning. And why the hell are you crying?” Before I could even respond, he looked around hastily and with a strange, alarmed expression on his face, as if searching for something. That startled me too, as all those feelings from my dream still resonated deep within me. I tried to sit up, perhaps too fast, and my vision blurred before everything went dark for a split second and I was only vaguely aware of grabbing at Joshua’s shoulder to steady myself. That brought his attention back to me. “It was just a nightmare,” I breathed out, still hyperventilating, but getting better already. 

He frowned and grabbed my hands in his, while studying my face intently. “I figured… but babe! Bad dreams shouldn’t affect you this much! Does this happen often?” My silence only confirmed that they do, and he continued: “What are they about? When did you start having them?”

I couldn’t tell him the truth... 

The truth was confusing and scary. 

“It’s ok.” I said instead.

“I don’t think it’s ok. You’re shivering. And your hands are awfully cold!” 

“And you’re completely naked,” I pointed out the obvious, partly because I saw his dick in its full glory for the first time in months and it seemed almost comical in that particular situation, and partly because it allowed me to change the subject. Successfully, I should add, because he forgot about my shaking hands in an instant…

“Don’t act like you’ve never seen those jewels before,” he retorted playfully, quasi offended by my blunt comment (and stare). 

“Oh I’ve seen them before, but they never fail to dazzle me,” I continued to play along. “You are very obviously not cold.” His eyes widened momentarily, but I knew too well that his light-minded ego would always prevail when stroked. Humble and vain at the same time, Joshua loved flattery and admiration, even though it usually made him blush. 

And I wished I could speak just from my own experience, but it was rather an acquired knowledge and my very first attempt to use it to my advantage. I couldn’t understand why I suddenly felt so annoyed by the sheer fact that it worked…

“Perfect answer, darling. Ten out of ten,” he would have grinned if he could; instead, I watched his nostrils flare as he tried to keep a straight face. “Now come to bed with me. Lemme share some of that heat with you.” He stood up and offered me his hand to help me on my feet. 

“You go ahead, I need to use the bathroom first.” I stroked his shoulder reassuringly with the other hand as I tried to move past him, but he wouldn’t let me go. 

“Are you sure you’re ok?” 

I assured him that I was. I just needed to be alone for a second…

The black of the night turned to blue when I finally climbed into bed, naked and freezing. Cold showers often helped me get the echoes of my nightmares out of my head during waking hours. Joshua couldn’t help me with them and there was no way I could possibly let him… because I couldn’t even tell him. The worst part was that even though I did all I could to avoid thinking about them, they were much more than just echoes from the very start, evolving and transforming over time. Watching his bruised face filled me with complex emotions I could not yet fully comprehend. We were all playing a dangerous game. If anyone asked me at that moment what I really wanted, I’d choke on the response. I didn’t really know. The only thing I knew for sure at that moment was that I needed to feel him close to me. That was all that mattered; that was what caused all the mess in the first place. 

Joshua lay sprawled on my bed with familiar ease, like he’d always belonged there. He didn’t stir when I entered the room, seemingly asleep again, and I cursed myself for letting him wait for too long again. I slid under the blanket and tentatively touched the hot skin on his chest. I ran my palm across his ribcage and felt it slowly rise with one long and deliberate intake of breath. “Hey,” he whispered sleepily. 

I finally laid my head right next to his and relaxed for a bit, just taking in the serenity of the moment. It felt like we had to rediscover and relearn each other again, but that was ok. My grip on his warm, dry flesh slowly loosened and my fingers slid down onto his belly where I let them rest. “Hi…,” I mumbled back. He turned towards me, pulled me closer, and started nuzzling my neck affectionately. 

It always fascinated me how silence changes with light. Every part of the day has its own kind. It could be oppressive and deafening in the middle of the night, only to turn to cotton wool wrapped around your head as the sun came up behind the blanket of thick clouds. Especially when those thick clouds keep on falling from the sky to cover the land with a glimmering white blanket. 

It’s also the time when the most intimate moments are shared, because it feels like you have all the time in the world. All the impatience I felt just hours ago was suddenly gone. He dozed off again after a while and I let him. We just lay there next to each other in the muffled silence with our shoulders pressed together and his hand in mine. My mind cleared momentarily and I knew – above everything else – that I truly loved him. 

“Kocham cię,” I whispered again, just like I did months ago when we were lying below the starry sky. It wasn’t meant for his ears back then. I told it to the heavens, like a confession. I was now telling it to the spirits that lived in the snow-covered woods. 

“You said this before. What does it mean?” 

His low voice startled me, making me flinch. I turned my head quickly towards him, only to see his open eyes staring back at me with an amiable curiosity. They looked almost black in the dim morning light. “I.. I did, but I thought you were sleeping, and… you remember?” 

“It took me more than a week to recollect everything that happened prior to the fall, but yes, I remember. A lot of it felt more like a dream though, covered with this strange haze an’all, and I often thought that maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me. But you said that, didn’t you. It was real...” 

“I did…,” I breathed out croakily. “Yes, it was real.” 

“So, what does it mean, babe?”

“Oh Joshua…” I started crying and immediately cursed myself for it. I had told him that I loved him a few times before, so this shouldn’t feel like such a big deal, but I felt overwhelmed anyway. His brows furrowed with worry and alarm, and he cupped my cheeks tenderly. 

“Hey, babe, what’s going on? Did I say something wrong? Or… is it bad?” 

“No, it’s not bad. It means I love you and I said that when I was certain and in peace with the fact that you never would. And you weren’t supposed to hear it. Or understand… I’m sorry. This is stupid. And I keep acting like an idiot! Why am I always like this?” I sniffed and took a deep breath, struggling to calm down while he kept on scrutinizing my face with concern still etched on his. 

“But I do! I do love you. That’s why I’m here, Neszka. You know that, right?” He snuggled up to me and pulled me even closer, pressing his naked chest to mine. “And you’re not an idiot. If anything, I think I behaved like one last night. I’m sorry.” 

“No, I’m…”

“Shhh… No more talkin’,” he whispered in my ear with his lips almost touching my earlobe and the deliberate slow and warm exhale that followed gave me goosebumps all over my body. The mood shifted immediately and I became acutely aware of the rhythm of his heartbeat. I could feel it quicken in response to my shaky moan when he ran his hand through the hair at the nape of my neck. “I really wish I could kiss you now,” he whispered against my shoulder, sounding a bit crestfallen, so I nipped the right corner of his mouth and then continued to cover his cheek with featherlight pecks before I looked into his eyes again. 

“You can do myriads of other things. But no more talking,” I teased.

“Right!” Joshua almost growled and deliberately tugged at the fistful of my hair, making me shiver again, before he let go and let his hand travel down, his fingers brushing against my hardened nipple. “Are you cold again?” he teased. 

I did not respond to that. At least not verbally. I just arched my by back and let his wandering hand reclaim my body: starting with my chin, then wrapping his long fingers around my neck, and sliding further down through the valley between my tits, across the plains of my spasming belly until he reached the damp crevice between my legs and cursed when he felt me weep all over his fingertips. “Fuck! That’s hot.” 

“Yeah, so you see, I’m not cold.” It was time to reciprocate and I took a similar path. I ran my middle finger down his spine, making him gasp when I didn’t stop where it ended, digging my fingernails into the soft meat around and pulling him closer to me. He was rock hard and pulsating against the flesh of my hip and my heart fluttered with relief. 

I snaked the other hand between us, wrapped my fingers around him and started pumping him slowly, making him hiss and moan. In response, he slid two fingers deep inside me and followed my rhythm. 

It was slow and lazy and overwhelmingly intimate and I watched him watching me. There was no more talking, but we continued to speak without words, searching for hidden thoughts behind each other’s eyes. After a while, I couldn’t take it any longer and I whispered “more” and he nodded. We let go of each other and he motioned to me to turn around. 

It was just like the first time, when he buried his face in my hair the same way he buried his dick inside me, and I was close to losing my mind when he bottomed out and shivered and moaned loudly right into my ear. I reached behind and grabbed him by the nape of his neck, keeping him in place. He was going to sing just for me this time, I’d make sure of it. 

We remained still for a few seconds with our limbs intertwined and I relished in the way he whimpered when I clenched around him. He then moved languidly a few times, hitting my g-spot just right with each stroke with his palm pressing down on my underbelly as if he was trying to feel himself becoming part of me. Claiming me, invading me. It was sexy, but I was far from satisfied. I needed him to obliterate the contents of my head. Violently, if need be. 

“Joshua…,” I panted in between moans.

“Mmm-hm?”

“Fuck my brains out baby, please…”

I heard him exhale with a hiss through his teeth and nose before he pulled out and turned me on my stomach in one swift motion. I whimpered into the pillow in anticipation and gasped a second later when he spread my legs apart with his knees and ran his fingers through my slit, almost possessively. “Ass up,” he demanded hoarsely, and I happily obeyed. 

The teasing bastard kept me waiting then, running his palm up and down my back before he smacked my ass with unforeseen force. “Ye-es,” I breathed out shakily. 

“Yes? Like this?”

“Please…” I needed him to destroy me, to punish me for thoughts he didn’t even know I had; thoughts that always came unwittingly and involuntarily and that once again made me hate myself and question everything I had known about myself or love. 

Because I loved him. I loved him even more than I had ever loved Dominik and that was the reason why I couldn’t stop participating in this madness. 

It was a mad kind of love. So let us be mad…

And he was. Whether it was his own secrets and frustrations seeping through, or just his desire to give me what I wanted, I welcomed it all. I needed to feel the power and I knew he had it in him. I had experienced it before, just like the extreme tenderness that felt mostly undeserved. I needed to be scorched by his inner fire because I knew I deserved it. 

Joshua entered me roughly this time and pulled my mind back into the cool, light blue reality of my room. And then he pulled my hair and I cried out, overwhelmed by the sudden rush of maddening arousal and the feeling of deep satisfaction that came with it. 

He forced me up onto my elbows and then set up a pace that quickly knocked me back on my pillow, so he pulled my arms behind my back and pressed my wrists together above the small of my back. I could hardly move, completely at his mercy as he kept on destroying my cervix until my thighs started to shake violently. 

We were loud. Or god, we were so loud, and I should have felt shame, because the house certainly isn’t soundproof. 

But it only served as a testimony that I belonged to him and he was mine and the rest of the world be damned.  

It seemed to disappear anyway. My brain short circuited and I was able to register just a few sensory perceptions.

The dull ache in my upper arms. 

His sweat dripping on me from above. 

His high-pitched moans and his heavy breath. 

His fingernails digging into the sensitive soft skin of my wrists and lower back. 

The increasingly pleasant feeling deep inside my pussy increased in intensity, until it became almost unbearable and cold shivers ran up my spine. 

I whined, with my whole being hovering somewhere between pleasure and pain, and he let go of my hands. I pulled them up and grabbed the pillow, trying to ignore the sharp pain shooting through my shoulders. He bent down and pressed his cold, damp flesh on my back, while whispering in my ear: “Are you ok?”

I was more than ok. He didn’t slow down, he just let his tender side cover me like a comfort blanket momentarily and at that moment I completely lost it. My whole body stiffened and I cried out as the waves of pleasure washed over me, one after another…and another…and another. 

He came shortly after me. His thrusts became more and more erratic until he suddenly stopped – shivering – and let out a ragged breath. One more sharp intake of breath and then thrusted forcefully into me for one last time and spilled his seed inside me with a high pitched wail. He remained hovering above me for a few more seconds with his forehead pressed in between my shoulder blades. I think I was holding my own breath the whole time.

Then he collapsed next to me, looking content and completely spent. 

I wished I could have stayed in bed with him until midday or even longer. We cuddled for a bit afterwards, but I had my responsibilities in the kitchen, so after a while I reluctantly climbed out of bed, took a quick shower, made myself some coffee and got dressed. When I checked on him to ask what he wanted for breakfast, I saw he had fallen asleep again, looking relaxed and peaceful.

With a heavy heart, but knowing he was ok, I left him there by himself again and went down, because it was already half past eight. 

At around 9:30, my phone chimed. At first I thought it was Joshua, still too lazy to get out of bed. I opened the message with a smile, but it only made my heart skip a beat.

Kuba Starlight: Are you still in bed?

I was peering at the screen for several seconds in disbelief, trying to make sense of it, before I typed a quick answer. 

Veela: Hello to you, too!:/ I mean…huh? And no, I’m already up.

He responded almost immediately. 

Kuba Starlight: Is he?

Veela: Jake, WTF?! Veela: No. He’s still in bed… AND we need to talk, BTW. 

I expected him to type another weird response right away, but he didn’t, so I put the phone down and went back to making perogies. Ten minutes later, I nearly screamed when I saw him standing in the kitchen doorway, his silhouette half obscured by the dim hall behind him. 

“JESUS CHRIST! You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Sweet of you to think so highly of me,” he chuckled. “But I’m still just Jake.”

@thewritingbeforesunrise @fleet-of-fiction @writingcold @lvnterninthenight @its-interesting-van-kleep   @takenbythemadness   @edgingthedarkness @myownparadise96   @gvfstuddedmajesty @josh-iamyour-mama @jazzyfigz @tripthelightfantastix @sanguinebats @wetkleenex-gvf @peaceloveunitygvf @kiszkas-canvas @fleetingjake @lizzys-sunflower @hollyco @emojakekiszka @gvfmarge @Dayumclarizzel @lipstickitty @clownstarr @musicislove3389 @i-love-gvf @blankvz @psychedelectable @allof--mylove

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Thanks to nice-and-quiet for sending this 1910 purple Edwardian in Bridgeport, Connecticut. It's a 2 family currently being used as a single family. According to the description, it can be converted back by replacing a wall that was taken down, so they don't list how many bds. and baths there are. $399K.

I imagine that the wall they removed was here in the entrance hall b/c these would be the stairs to the 2nd fl. apt.

The wall would likely go where the column is. Isn't that unusual? They exposed a chimney and placed a decorative structure around it.

Two sitting rooms may have been combined into one.

This home is very creative. Look at the dining room ceiling. And, there's also a fireplace.

The kitchen is adorable. The floor looks original and look at the reproduction stove. They even built in an armoire for a pantry. Looks like they put beams on the ceiling, too. Look at the little island they made out of a nightstand.

This looks like a bedroom upstairs.

I don't care much for what they did with this kitchen. I'm thinking that a wall was taken down to make it one open space.

If this was turned back into a 2 family, this could be a combination kitchen/living room.

This is one of the bathrooms and it's been remodeled.

Not sure what they did here. Is that a glass wall? I wish they would've shown this piece on the right. I want to say it's a fireplace?

In the attic, literally under the eaves, is a cozy apt. Cute living room.

Here's a little dining area.

Cute kitchen. This is very creative.

Here's a cozy bedroom too. I love the wall.

And, here's a nice vintage bathroom. They made a cute apt. without having to open the roof.

There's a balcony up here.

Looking down at the yard- love the checkered lawn.

What a lovely garden.

It's like a fairytale.

This is the front of the stone garage. It looks medieval, doesn't it?

And, this back, so you park around the block and come out the back of the garage.

What a unique, creative home.

[adarkrainbow]

Fairytales in BD: La Cuisine des Ogres

Have you ever wondered what a Ghibli movie made by Guillermo del Toro would look like? Wonder no further: this comic is for you!

"The Ogres' Kitchen" is a recently-started BD series. Like... very very recently. As in, the first volume, "Trois-fois-morte" (Three-times-dead) was published just a few months ago.

This BD takes place within a fictional version of "The Cat's Teeth", an actual mountain of France. A little girl, part of a gang of street urchins, gets kidnapped by a bogeyman one night, and brings them to the "secret side" of the Cat's Teeth - which turns out to be the realm of an entire community of ogres... She survives the monsters' appetites by undergoing three almost-lethal ordeal (hence her nickname of "Three-Times-Dead") and starts a new life among the lower-class of the mountain's fae-folks - the fauns, satyrs, elves and dwarves in charge of the cooking chores of the giants, witches and other bogeypeople straight out of French legends...

[anotherworldash]

Cb_w's Kurapika x Neon Fanworks Masterlist [CLICK LINK FOR FULL WORK]

0. WHY KURANEO? [KURAPIKA X NEON MARRIAGE THEORY] : https://www.tumblr.com/scentedmoviesaestheticempath/619178562081144832/compiled-cbws-kuraneo-thoughts-theories?source=share

0. Neon Nostrade / Kuraneo(include Kuraneokuro/Kuroneo request list) : https://www.tumblr.com/anotherworldash/631194328790859776/anotherworldash-accepting-kuraneonkuroneon?source=share

- Marriage of Convenience (Jan 3, 2020 - May 25, 2020)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13469159/1/Marriage-of-Convenience

Kurapika sign his signature on marriage paper. Next to him, Neon spins her pen and follows. They turned in their paper works. The objective of this marriage is clear : to reduce taxes from all the assets the family has and for him to move easier under Nostrade's family name. No blessings made and no announcement to close friends. And nobody knows what's actually on their mind.

- La Famiglia (June 1, 2020)

https://www.tumblr.com/anotherworldash/678671059775602688/%F0%9D%93%9D%F0%9D%93%B8%F0%9D%93%BC%F0%9D%93%BD%F0%9D%93%BB%F0%9D%93%AA%F0%9D%93%AD%F0%9D%93%AE-chi-si-volta-e-chi-si-gira-sempre-a?source=share

𝓝𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓮 …. “Chi si volta, e chi si gira, sempre a casa va finire.” - Italian proverb

- Club Concert (June 1, 2020)

https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/82008057

- Hot Vacation (2020-08-16)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25938040

"Where am I going? I'm attempting to escape." Neon answers with a smile.

Kurapika sighs. She clearly is joking but he couldn't find it funny after the accident in Yorknew.

"I would've stopped you before it happened."

- Kuraneo Week Edit (Aug 16, 2020)

https://www.tumblr.com/kuraneoweek/624630599342260224/kurapika-x-neon-week-2020?source=share

- Maid/Butler Theme (Aug 16, 2020)

https://www.tumblr.com/scentedmoviesaestheticempath/626535607833870336/baby-i-know-youre-toxic-but-i-still-drink-u?source=share

- Genderbend Theme (Aug 17, 2020)

https://www.tumblr.com/scentedmoviesaestheticempath/626719109130895360?source=share

- Vampire Theme (Aug 17, 2020)

https://www.tumblr.com/scentedmoviesaestheticempath/626807420197421056/i-swear-im-not-thinking-about-the-enemy?source=share

- KIMETSU NO YAIBA CROSSOVER (Aug 18, 2020)

https://www.tumblr.com/scentedmoviesaestheticempath/626938467954360320?source=share

- IDOL (Aug 19, 2020)

https://www.tumblr.com/scentedmoviesaestheticempath/627077232621469696/day-6-floweridol-looking-at-his-goddess-of?source=share

- Nostrade [for Kyara] (December 25, 2020)

https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/86517149

- Kuraneon Kids (Mar 25, 2021)

https://www.tumblr.com/anotherworldash/646647218760204288/thelegitnumbkid-i-wanna-create-a-visual-image-or?source=share

- Kuraneon BJ NSFW (Mar 4, 2021)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29831544 (will fix the link later)

-Kuraneo. KISS. Dead link, half-preview only for now sorry ^^ (2020 ?)

- Sleep In (??? 2020)

https://www.tumblr.com/scentedmoviesaestheticempath/613667122663538688?source=share

- AFTER HOURS (2020-08-23 to 2023-04-12 ON HIATUS ^^ includes Kuroneo as side ship)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26067454/chapters/63398479

Vampire Hunter Kurapika only wishes Neon would cooperate with him. The vampire lady is at his mercy. Also his literal prisoner. Is it still too much to ask?

- Sorry I stabbed your boyfriend (2021-08-26)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33493900

Kurapika has observed her in the trials. He wanted to know what kind of woman sit in the passenger seat of her parents’ murderer’s car and stood by the murderer while shaking nervously in fear. Like a hostage in a conflict.

- Stiamo andando All'isola Privata Nostrade (2022)

https://www.tumblr.com/anotherworldash/685293220485365760/anotherworldash-congrats-for-14th-chapter-of?source=share

- The Sleeping Beauty in the Bathtub (2022-10-10) (WARNING : Non-con ^^)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42283368

If the fairytale were real, the princess would be like Neon, cursed and unconscious. But unlike the prince in the story, Kurapika didn't have the slightest intention to wake her up. In fact, he prefers her when she's sleeping like this. In her quietness and beauty, without her harmless intention and harmful impact.

- KURANEO SKETCH UNFINISHED (2021?)

https://www.tumblr.com/anotherworldash/678853765187682304/kuraneo-short-comic?source=share

- Missing my wealthy parents KURANEO (2023)

https://www.tumblr.com/anotherworldash/714330251095916544/anything-for-our-wealthy-parents?source=share

- NO SALVATORE (2021-02-13 - 2022-10-10) | COLLAB WITH @thelovelyghostwriter (Non-con)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29401704/chapters/72230145

Nothing went right ever since the daughter of Nostrade lost her powers. With Light's negligence toward her and the newfound favouritism for Kurapika, the discomfort between Kurapika and Neon in the big mansion intensifies.

- The Quietness and the Proud Look of Our place for @thelovelyghostwriter (2023-11-19)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51697732

On the bed, gold jewelleries laid scattered on the golden trays, reflecting blinding light that filled the bedroom with tranquil luxury. Sometimes, the glimmers and sparkles were too shiny that Kurapika thought they were going to blind him with their brilliance and beauty.

- Kuraneon MV Edit (???)

- Kuraneon Kiss (2020)

https://www.tumblr.com/anotherworldash/691671297552449536/neon-is-wearing-kurapikas-suit-as-protection?source=share

[strangestcase]

hey, just to let you know that the person that made the California girls thing video did a reblog of organization called Standing Together that has been harmful to palestians and there have been videos of one of the organizers hanging out with the IDF.

here is the link to the tumblr post that the person reblogged:

And her voice, like that of princesses and fairytales (tumblr.com)

and here is the bds article about this if you want to look at it:

Standing Together: Serving Apartheid Israel’s Propaganda | BDS Movement

Thank you for telling me, also thank you for sharing the links

[nightguide]

(SPICE GIRLS REVERB)

LEAVE IT TO ME - DEMI LOVATO (DESIGNER ALBUM)

FAD FA#C FAC

FAD

I DONT LIKE YOU IN MY WORLD

FA#C

ALONE

FAC

ANYMORE

FAD

STEPPED ALONG THE GRASS, I SEE YOU

FA#C

TESTING ME

FAC

FOR MORE, QUIT YOUR PLAYING

CEG

STILL ON MY NERVES, BOY WONT YOU

DFA

GET ME OFF THE CALLS, I

FA#D

NEED YOU

FAE

I DONT

FAD

NEED

CEG

MOVE ON OR YOU'LL BE

PRESSING MY LUCK

FAC

LEAVE

FAC (HIGHER)

IT TO

EGC (HIGHER)

FA#D

DONT NEED TO CLEAR THE

FAC

WIND, I KNOW YOU'RE

CEG

LYING, I KNOW YOU'RE

DFA

LYING

FA#D

YOUR SEX ISN'T MY

FAC

NAME, YOU'RE PRESSING WITH THE

DFA

ANTI-MATTER IN MY

CEG

CASE, WHY DONT YOU LEAVE ME BOY

FA#D FAC

NOW, IM STUCK IN YOUR

DFA

POLICE CAR THUNDER

CEG

YOUR WITS ARE PLAYING ME

FAC

NO

FAD

I WORK UP

FA#C

ALONE

FAC

IN MY THOUGHTS

FAD

SEXY EMAILS LIKING ME RIGHT BACK

FA#C

TESTING ME

FAC

FOR MORE, QUIT YOUR PLAYING

CEG

STILL ON MY NERVES, BOY WONT YOU

DFA

GET ME OFF THE CALLS, I

FA#D

NEED YOU

FAE

I DONT

FAD

NEED

CEG

MOVE ON OR YOU'LL BE

PRESSING MY LUCK

FAC

LEAVE

FAC (HIGHER)

IT TO

EGC (HIGHER)

FA#D

DONT NEED TO CLEAR THE

FAC

WIND, I KNOW YOU'RE

CEG

LYING, I KNOW YOU'RE

DFA

LYING

FA#D

YOUR SEX ISN'T MY

FAC

NAME, YOU'RE PRESSING WITH THE

DFA

ANTI-MATTER IN MY

CEG

CASE, WHY DONT YOU LEAVE ME BOY

FA#D FAC

NOW, IM STUCK IN YOUR

DFA

POLICE CAR THUNDER

CEG

YOUR WITS ARE PLAYING ME

FAC

NO

DFA

NO SUCH THING AS FAIRYTALES, BOY

FA#D

FAC

DFA

NO WONDERWALL INSIDE YOUR HEAD DONT MAKE YOU

FA#D

FAC

CEG

LEAVE IT TO ME

DFA

DONT LEAVE ME

FA#D

HANGING

FAC

OUT ALONE

BD#F#

LEAVE IT TO ME

D#G#B

I DONT BREAK MY CODE

D#F#B

AH, NAH

FAC

IM NOT THE LAST STRAW

DFA

NOW I DONT LIKE YOUR FAIRYTALES

DF#A

FAC

I DONT LIKE THE LAST STRAW

DFA

IT SEEMS TO ME LIKE

C#EG#

NO

(LEADS TO HUNG UP - MADONNA COVER)

(LINNA RIAZ SPED UP)

LEAVE IT TO ME - DEMI LOVATO FT. MEGAN THEE STALLION

GBD FAD FA#C FAC

(MTS)

GBD

ITS YOU UP CHASING CHASING CRAZY ALL UP IN MY

FAD

WET DREAMS MISTER PERSONA LIKE YOU BABY GROWING UP IN MY

FA#C

JEANS, MISTER RIAZ I LIKE HER HONEST OPINION REMIXING ONE FOR

FAC

ME, LEAVE IT TO ME, DARLIN READ SOME SMUT AND LATELY HE SEES

[viennajetschko]

‘Le nouvel oeuf est jaune. / The new egg is yellow.‘ 🐣 This, again, made me stumble. 💬 Of course, Easter has just passed, and this is quite fitting, but when I came across this sentence on Duolingo I thought: ‘Yellow egg, that means golden egg, right?’ 🏅 So, is anyone else thinking of Jack and the Beanstalk? 🌱🧒 I sure am. 😁 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ceci, encore une fois, m'a fait trébucher. 💭 Naturellement, Pâques vient de passer, mais c'est tout à fait approprié, et quand je suis tombé sur cette phrase sur Duolingo j'ai pensé: ‘Oeuf jaune, ça veut dire oeuf d'or, n'est-ce pas ?’ 🎖️ Alors, est-ce que quelqu'un d'autre pense à Jack et le Haricot magique? 🌱🧒 Je le sûre pense. 😆 #comicartist #comicart #comicsketch #cartoon 😄 #drôle #bizarre #funny #comicstrip #frenchlearning #français 🇨🇵 #comique #BD #bédé #bede #crayons #duolingofrench #duolingomemes #apprendrelefrançais #frenchlanguage #frenchlearners #artcomics #languagecalendar #angoulême #fairytales #bandedessinee #bandedessinée #contedefées #frenchlanguage #learnfrench #learningfrench https://www.instagram.com/p/CrlflDxIclX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[judesmoonbeauty]

Presentation’s today, I’m ready for it to be over!😬

Anyway, I’ll try to have Jude’s BD epilogue up either late tonight or tomorrow. I know there’s no rush, but I’m excited to get back to translating his route.

Chapter 4 is one of my favorites even though it’s so early in the story.

I just realized too that I never gave my thought’s on Jude’s EN Dark If Twisted Fairytale story, but I’ve got thoughts. Hmm, maybe I finish up the epilogue and BD letter….

Anyway, hope you all have a great day ✨

[hometoursandotherstuff]

I have been in a rotating restaurant, but I’ve never seen a rotating house. This 2004 La Mesa, California rotates. It has 4bd & 4ba and is listed for $5.3M. 

Check this out. I kind of like the color. 

Very nice large living room. 

Dining room table and sideboard fits nicely here.

A small table with a great view.

The kitchen is very unusual.

Check out the shine on those kitchen cabinets. 

Every room has a view in this round home.

It has a large office for 3 people.

In the large main bd. the bed faces the wall of windows.

And, look at the huge en-suite bath. 

The shower is bigger than my bathroom. 

Look at the colorful floor in the family/game room. 

And, check out the garage.

This elevator looks like giant a fairytale version of the transport tubes at the drive-thru bank. Maybe it sucks you up.

Here we have a golf area. I wonder how many balls went over the wall.

There’s a large deck.

Also a patio. The home sits on the top of .58 of an acre hilly land.

A terrace walkway goes around the house.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/4903-Mount-Helix-Dr-La-Mesa-CA-91941/17035571_zpid/

[adarkrainbow]

Fairy tales in BD: Le Hir's fairytale BDs

Here I will join in one post two different BDs that were created by the recently deceased Parisian artist Louis Le Hir. Both are fairytale adaptations. The first is "Hänsel and Gretel", which is basically just a faithful adaptation of the tale, with the real interest of the BD being the stylistic and artistic experiments of Le Hir. The second is an adaptation of Perrault "Little Thumbling", and here Le Hir decided to slightly change the story by putting it within a specific historical context: the end of the Hundred Years war.

[adarkrainbow]

Garulfo out of context

Garulfo - T02 - De mal en pis