#like a fairy tale

[aliceig]

I just want the bsd fandom to know that when i start publishing my fanfics, i will be making the hunting dogs have as happy an ending as possible and give aya and bram a happy ending as well.

None of that sad ending or character death stuff im not a gege kinnie

[bippity-boppity-doods]

Need ideas?

Here's a small list of stories you could use for inspiration for your AU!

This is, of course, not every fairy tale ever, but there's a lot to choose from or use for inspiration if you're struggling for ideas!

The Little Mermaid

Peter Pan

Cinderella

Sleeping Beauty

Snow White

Beauty and the Beast

The Bee and the Orange Tree

Bluebeard

Diamonds and Toads

Fairer-than-a-Fairy

The Benevolent Frog

Goldilocks

Hansel and Gretel

The Golden Key

The Grave Mound

The Juniper Tree

The Pink

Rapunzel

Rumpelstiltskin

The Singing Bone

The Spirit in the Bottle

East of the Sun West of the Moon

Donkeyskin/The Princess in Disguise

1001 Nights

The Snow Queen

Alice in Wonderland

Rappaccini’s Daughter

The White Snake

The Wolf and the Fox

The Strange Musician

The Fox and the Crow

Hero and Leander

The Golden Crab

The Sleeping Prince

The Ruby Prince

Feather O' My Wing

The Soul Cages

The Adventures of Pinocchio

The Canary Prince

Thumbelina

The Red Shoes

The Shadow

True and Untrue

And finally, here is a link to the wikipedia page for fairy tales!

[lukitachocolatecroissant]

Yep, I’m gonna start shipping these two, I don’t care

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

Dunno how to put it properly into words but lately I find myself thinking more about that particular innocence of fairy tales, for lack of better word. Where a traveller in the middle of a field comes across an old woman with a scythe who is very clearly Death, but he treats her as any other auntie from the village. Or meeting a strange green-skinned man by the lake and sharing your loaf of bread with him when he asks because even though he's clearly not human, your mother's last words before you left home were to be kind to everyone. Where the old man in the forest rewards you for your help with nothing but a dove feather, and when you accept even such a seemingly useless reward with gratitude, on your way home you learn that it's turned to solid gold. Where supernatural beings never harm a person directly and every action against humans is a test of character, and every supernatural punishment is the result of a person bringing on their own demise through their own actions they could have avoided had they changed their ways. Where the hero wins for no other reason than that they were a good person. I don't have the braincells to describe this better right now but I wish modern fairy tales did this more instead of trying to be fantasy action movies.

[spyres]

[beingharsh]

fell in love w/ a dream man [that was most likely kyle gallner] for the first time in a long time

[flameraven]

Finally finished my piece for the GO Fairy Tale bang! I had a blast working on this-- I really wanted to do a dragon!Crowley to compliment the Dragon!Aziraphale I did, and since Crowley is a snake I went with a more Asian-style dragon for maximum noodle. The accompanying fic is not up yet but I will post here when it is!

[oumoumimi]

⁘Yoongi⁘ ↪ Butter Motion Clip | Making Film for @raplinenthusiasts 💜

(cr.namuspromised)

[cruelnemothesis]

[runawaycarouselhorse]

I don't want to act like a snob, but, y'all... really don't read old fairy tales or mythology, do you...? You only know the sanitized, bloodless Disney versions? People get cut to pieces (Cinderella/Ashputtel, The Red Shoes), women are abducted to be wives (an upsetting practice that continued until very recently, still practiced in some countries today—horrible, but part of life that found its way into stories, like The Seal's Skin), and magical talking animal husbands / wives (The Crane's Return of a Favour; East of the Sun, West of the Moon, etc.) abound in old mythology. Kids have been raised hearing these stories and not thinking about sex for centuries...

Humans marrying Pokemon in the ancient past was frankly stated in the Japanese version of DPPt. The English version rightly assumed English-speaking fans won't take it and reworded it from used to marry to used to eat at the same table (some euphemism!)

The Typhlosion story is no different from western stories like East of the Sun, West of the Moon (the way she was advised not to look at him reminded me of that) or The Seal's Skin (selkies cannot transform and return to the sea without their pelts—the abducted wife leaves her half-human child on land, escaping with her pelt when she finds it... the half-human, half-Pokemon children are bullied by their pelts being thrown on them to transform them against their will for cruel human amusement..)

The bloody myth about the boy with the sword is Veilstone's myth, but told in detail, right down to the Pokemon exacting a toll from him for how he maimed and slew them for amusement.

A man unknowingly marries a transformed-into-human form Froslass he met once before in Pokemon Legends: Arceus and she flees when he finds out what she was... it's based on a tale about the yuki-onna, the folkloric snow woman Froslass is based on.

[music]

[fuedalreesespieces]

i like to think that one day inuyasha is content and warm at home under the covers with his wife and suddenly he gets a flashback to this moment and dies from cringe

[gravitysoda]

nothing but sea foam, in the end

[withonly-sweetheart]

hear me out. nsfw mentions ahead

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re6 leon in which the events of re2 never happen, he doesn't become a police officer until chris recommends it to get over a break up, smth abt finding your purpose or fuck tht

he's got no idea what he's doing in the goddamn room, six months of training later, but theres a shiny new badge on his chest and a can do attitude that disappears as soon as he twists over his shoulder to check out his t.o.

shit, you must be at least, what, a decade younger than him? he has to hold back a scoff when sergeant dismisses the room, and suddenly he's left alone with your silent, wide eyes looking up at him.

you keep him behind you in your quick, clicking steps, allowing little time for the questions he asks, trying to pry that little shell of yours open. but you're unrelenting, in the way that he is, in your serious posture and his amused demeanor.

a demeanor that "has no place on the force", you tell him a week later, just after he's turned the corner and tripped over the felony you handcuffed just seconds ago.

he huffs and puffs on the ground, but he knows that you're the big bad wolf in his story. and he's not about to swap roles to become little red riding hood.

so after crashing at chris' penthouse with a cooler full of cold beer, a recovering heart and heavy thoughts, he realizes that he can do so much better. become what you expect.

and the man that walks in the day after? well, he's not the same old man whose back you were snickering behind when he got the captain's office and the locker room mixed up, courtesy of your fellow cops.

you feel more like a cheetah around its prey than a partner to him, especially with the snarky banter that flows easily, the subtly thrown smiles and winks during an ambush, his awkward yet sweetly charming demeanor.

and guess who can really judge a book by its cover? well, in this case, you suppose by its age.

to be honest, the only thing stopping you from pouncing is the number printed next to his name on the file that's two months late, sending all you've known about him into a loophole.

it appears that sometimes, the force of objects thrust into motion cant be stopped, and the events that ensure one night during a late night study of the rook book ends up with a pair of boots tangled in his sheets.

the thrill of getting caught is delicious, hell, its the reason you became a goddamned cop. but you've been denied that thrill all your life, and when it finally comes to you in the form of this glorious man, you should've realized there would've been some kind of problem.

your crazy big hint was the sun-crinkled eyes, salt and pepper stubble and old man advice, but that's hard to think about when his mouth is buried between your thighs, and even harder is to remember the question he asked beforehand, now somehow expecting an answer as he smothers your hips in wet, sticky kisses. blissfully broken and gazing at the book with glazed eyes.

because how the fuck are you supposed to memorize how to identify a gun when that was the best head you've gotten in years? but when he finally sinks into you with a groan, you realize that there is one gun you will always be able to identify on sight.

better pray that doesn't show up on the quiz though.

series masterlist

[c0rpsedemon]

kinu nishimura saber 🤝 clamp saber

[laurapetrie]

You made a princess of me.

Louisa May Alcott, Little Women (1869)

[heavenlayt]

I made text dividers from some paintings I liked. I think it's good?

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