#merry berry fairy

[holybibly]

this is such a weird scenario ..but imagine a little red riding hood concept, the big bad wolf being san, and him tricking innocent reader into "playing" with him and just fucking her dumb in the woods !!

God baby, I love the Little Red Riding Hood concept. I'm such a slut for it, to be honest. I'm a little obsessed with dark, twisted gothic fairy tales.

You should have heeded the warnings before you wandered alone through the woods on a full moon night. Or where you're meeting a big, handsome and very mean wolf from whose clutches you won't easily escape and maybe that's exactly what you want.

Warning: Dub-con, Werewolf! San

The night air was unpleasantly cold against your bare skin, ripping you from the sweet embrace of Morpheus. You reluctantly shivered and slowly opened your eyes, only to be greeted by the dense darkness of the forest. The sudden lack of sunlight jolted you from your half-sleep state, sending an unpleasant shiver down your spine and your heart pounding loudly in your chest as the forest around you continued to sing the song of the night. 

You shouldn't be out here, especially at such a late hour. You hurriedly gathered your belongings and cursed yourself for letting the beautiful meadow of flowers enchant you and for letting your guard down. You had been warned that ancient magic lived in these woods and that you should be very careful when you walked along the path through them, but of course you hadn't listened, and now you regretted it. You had always assumed that all these warnings had been given because of your gender. Most of the people in your small town were still stuck in the Dark Ages, thinking that a girl couldn't go through the forest alone. You wanted to prove them wrong. 

Another cold gust blew across the clearing, and you wrapped yourself tighter in your heavy cape. The velvet fabric was expensive and luxurious, a rich scarlet that earned you your nickname, Little Red Riding Hood. 

You were sure that you were going to be all right. You were smart and savvy, and you had a hunting knife with you. You'd think that would be more than enough to handle anything that might be lurking in these woods and get you back to your grandmother's house unharmed. At least that is what you thought. 

A long, blood-curdling howl echoed across the clearing, freezing you in place and halting your frantic gathering. Dear Lord...

Your eyes automatically rise to the night sky, only to find your worst fears confirmed: Through the dry, tangled branches of the trees, the brilliant face of the full moon illuminates the earth with its diffuse silvery glow. The words of your grandmother, which she had been repeating to you ever since you were a child, came to your mind at once: "Beware of the moon, whose face is full and merry, my child, for this is the time when its children have their feast. And their hunger is insatiable and greedy'. Another howl pierced your heart, a reminder of the situation you were now in. 

Wishing that you had listened to the warnings, you ran, clutching your beautiful wicker basket tightly with your hands as your scarlet cape evolved behind your back. You weren't sure of the right way as you ran through the dense thicket of the forest. You sobbed softly as the sharp branches of bushes and trees dug into your skin, leaving long, lacerating marks; the warm, crimson liquid running down your thighs, soaking into the fabric of your tall, white socks, spreading the seductive scent of your blood through the forest. 

Nothing seemed to be familiar to you in the thick, impenetrable darkness of the night. You stumbled through the massive roots of the trees and almost fell into a thorny bush with heavy, glistening bunches of poisonous berries hanging from it. You're so tired already—you can hear your heart pounding in your chest through your laboured, hoarse breathing.

Another furious growl echoing through the air keeps you from stopping, forcing you to keep running. You could almost feel the hot, wet breath of the wolf on your neck and the sharp claws on your skin, and it seemed to you that if you stopped for even a moment, the wolf would tear you to pieces. The hair stood up on the back of your arms, and the image of the sharp-toothed monster pinning you to the ground filled your mind's eye. No. No. No. You shake your head, hoping to banish the dark thoughts and push away the horrible images of blood and broken bones. 

A sharp pain blossomed on your face as you fell face first, stumbling over a large dried log and almost losing consciousness from the combined sensations. It was horrible—your mouth was full of dirt mixed with blood from a busted lip, your knees were skinned and bleeding, and in general you want nothing but sobbing with despair and fear. 

The hopelessness of your situation was more palpable to you now, when you're sitting in a pile of dirt and leaves, than ever before. A deep and low howling sounded from behind you, sending a shiver of cold down your spine. It made you jump to your feet, in spite of the sharp pain that you felt at such a sudden movement. You looked around anxiously. You glanced around anxiously, letting out a small sigh of relief at the fact that there was no one in your wake. But you didn't stop, the edge of the forest was already in sight, the soft welcoming light of the nearby village's lanterns calling to you. 

Your relief was short-lived, however, as a warning growl suddenly sounded directly in front of you, a pair of sacred silver eyes glaring out from the shadows of the forest. You gasped loudly as a tall, broad-shouldered fellow emerged from the thicket, his plump scarlet lips raised in a snarl, tongue slowly sliding over sharp teeth as he began circling you. 

This was not good, so damned not good. Cold fear gripped your heart with a tight grip, your hands clutching your basket tightly, shaking slightly at the low rumbling growl that came from the guy. Your frightened, wide-eyed gaze darted from the wolf to the forest path leading to the village; if you tried hard enough, you could get away from him. The boy noticed your gaze and shifted his sharp eyes to the narrow path leading out of the forest. He snorted slightly, as if the thought of you running from him amused him.

"You shouldn't even try, sweetheart. You can't escape me, little Red." The man's husky, deep voice made you flinch, but the way he addressed you by name as if he knew you made you drop the basket and cover your mouth with your hand to hold back your terror-filled scream."

He turned to face you again, and you could see his lips curl up in a predatory grin, revealing deep dimples on his cheeks. You couldn't help but notice how beautiful the wolf was—perhaps the most handsome man you had ever seen—and that fact made you fear him even more. Nothing ordinary and natural could possess such breathtaking beauty, which meant that the guy in front of you was many times more dangerous than any real wolf prowling around this forest thicket that night.

"Why are you so scared, little Red?" He slid his tongue over his lips as he kept his dark gaze on you. "I can almost feel your fear on my tongue." He murmured, the deep sound practically vibrating in the air. "I just want to play with you, beautiful. I promise I won't bite you... hard." His voice trailed off at the last word, his breathing getting heavier as he began to slowly approach you. 

You began to back away from him, trying to put as much distance between you as possible, and he clearly didn't like it. 

"You're not running away from me..." He growled, and those were the last coherent words you heard before he pounced on you, digging his claws into your skin and tearing at the edges of your cloak and skirt that prevented him from reaching you. The loud sounds of tearing cloth echoed through the forest as you tried to grab onto anything that might help you crawl away from him. 

"You'll have no run from me..." He growled, and those were the last coherent words you heard before he pounced on you, his claws digging into your skin and tearing at the edges of your cloak and skirt that were blocking his path. The loud sounds of ripping cloth echoed through the forest, and you tried to grab hold of anything that might help you to crawl away from him. 

"No. Please, no. Let me go, please...". But your words fell on deaf ears. In one swift motion, he flipped you onto your stomach, and you squealed loudly. Limiting all movement, his broad hand pressed between your shoulder blades. "No!" You cried out again, but a sharp slap on your bottom, which was suddenly bare, made you stop all your movements. You didn't even notice it as he tore off your clothes completely, leaving you vulnerable and naked for him to see. "I-I... please let me go..." All your energy has left your body, and you sob softly. He lifts your hips with one hand and puts you in the position he wants you to be in. 

"You were warned, little Red. Weren't you? You have been told to stay out of the woods, especially during the full moon. But have a look at where you are now. A stupid little girl, too self-confident to listen to anyone's advice, and that's what girls like you get. A big, bad wolf will eat them alive." The last sentence came out of his chest in a low, vicious growl before you felt a hot, slippery tongue travel between your buttocks. 

The pointed tip slid between your labia, salivating over your tender folds. He removed his hand from your back only to dig his fingers into your buttocks and spread them wide apart, holding you completely open for him so that he could feast on your cunt with ease. Pitiful sobs escaped from your mouth as you felt his rough, long appendage snaking its way between your folds, rubbing against your clit and poking at your hole as it tried to force its way in. His claws dug themselves into your flesh in painful fashion, leaving bloody marks that were sure to become scars. 

The sensation of the wolf's tongue licking desperately at your cunt and the wet, feverish breath that washed over your sensitive centre caused your body to react against your desire.

A shameless moan of pure pleasure escaped your lips faster than you could stop it. Covering your mouth with your hand, you tried to swallow the embarrassing sounds as the werewolf's long tongue continued to wash your clit with its warm, viscous saliva. You couldn't enjoy it... it was simply impossible. This guy was dangerous; he wasn't human; he was a horrible, hungry wolf pinning you to the ground in the middle of the night forest. You were terrified, but that didn't stop your body from responding joyfully to his touch. 

Every movement of his tongue on your pussy made your hole clench around nothing and ooze juices. This only excited him more as he greedily licked up every drop of sweet slime that flowed from you onto his tongue. Eventually it wasn't enough, and the wolf pressed his whole mouth against your little hole and began to literally drink from your pussy. 

Your hips began to shake as you approached your orgasm. Your fingers dug into the loose soil, dirt collecting under your fingernails as you tried to fight the rush of pleasure coursing through your entire body. It was completely futile. Against your will, the werewolf made you scream in blinding pleasure as the first of many orgasms shook your entire body. 

As your fluids poured into his mouth, giving him a full taste of your sweet flavour, he growled low as he thrust his tongue into your hole and licked your juices from your trembling walls. This went on for a few minutes until you felt his hands leave your body. A vague sense of relief filled you as you hoped he would leave you now that he had got what he wanted. But that relief was quickly replaced by panic as his clawed fingers pinned your fragile shoulders to the ground and his unnaturally hot and massive length rubbed against your arse, staining it with sticky pre-cum. 

He rubbed against you like a dog in heat, his hips pressing against you as if he were too lost in his lust to pay attention.

Hot breath scorched your cheek as he pressed his entire body against you, laborious growls and puffing escaping his throat as his heavy, hard cock dragged between your buttocks. You turned your head slightly to the side to catch a glimpse of the man looming over you, his sharp fangs glinting in the moonlight, and you almost regretted looking.

Every movement he made against you made your stomach twist with a mixture of fear and pleasure, and although the rational part of you was in a state of pure terror at the realisation of what awaited you, on some deep subconscious, twisted level you enjoyed it.

The werewolf's cock seemed almost as long as your torso, there was no way you could take it all in. But that didn't seem to bother him tonight. As the head of his cock entered your hole, you sobbed from the painful stretching and squeezed your eyes shut as he began to push his cock deeper into you. It was thick, so fucking thick that the tender edge of your pussy burned when the entire head of his cock was inside, but that was only the beginning.

The first few inches were enough to awaken your senses, pleasantly stimulating your quivering walls, but as he pushed further into you, the pain came. But that didn't matter to the werewolf on top of you. You whimpered and shook your head from side to side as the man above you moaned deeply as he continued to thrust his cock relentlessly into you.

"Please…" You sobbed openly now, hoping this would be over quickly.

"Mmm, look at you, you're acting so nice now. You were warned, little Red, but you decided to be a naughty girl and came to the wolf yourself, knowing full well what would happen to you. So don't play hard to get and take what is given to you." The wolf towering over you growled in your ears.

The more it pressed into your body, the more you became afraid and grabbed at tree roots and plants. For anything within reach that might help you free yourself from him. Your face crinkled in pain and your teeth clenched tightly together, grinding against each other. When it finally settled into your body, you'd never felt so full. You couldn't see it, but you could feel the great bulge in your belly, perfectly mirroring the contours of his cock.

When he begins to move, pulling his monstrous length out of you, you find it strange. His cock entered you much deeper than it could be possibly, and when it was completely out of you, you felt so empty, your cunt clenched around nothing, already missing the warmth of his cock. When he entered your cunt again, you let out a sound mixed with eroticism and a painful cry. It wasn't bad, but not necessarily good. His cock seemed too hot, buried deep inside your body, but every thrust in and out of your pussy rubbed against a sensitive ball of nerves that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"No! I don't want this! Please stop..." The voice in your head did its best to drown out the sensations overwhelming every other sense in your body, but it was useless. The wolf's large body pressed against your back, his feverishly hot, wet skin rubbing against the exposed areas of your skin that were visible through your tattered cloak with each sharp thrust into your body. 

His rhythm grew rougher and sharper as he stretched the tight confines of your pussy. Promises to fill you with his cum and give you his puppies came in steady succession with each thrust of his hips.

Wide eyed, you watched his fingernails dig into the dirt beside your head and thanked the gods that those nails were no longer digging into your skin. They pulled the earth a few inches away from your face, reminding you of the strength in those hands. He could have easily broken your neck with a snap of his fingers. Instead, he shifted his stance, his foot pressing your face deeper into the dirt beneath you.   You should have been disgusted; it was wrong, but something dark and twisted inside you made you even more aroused, enjoying everything that was happening.

Your quivering, slippery walls tightened around him, and you heard him moan deeply in response.

"You like it, don't you? What a dirty bitch you are, little Red. Do you like it when I claim the rights to your tiny human cunt? Does it turn you on that I'm fucking you like a bitch in the middle of the forest?"

"Please..." Your voice was swallowed by a loud, air-piercing howl as the wolf howled over you in pleasure. 

Your entire body shook beneath him as he fucked you with reckless abandon, his hips slamming painfully against your arse, causing the tender skin on your buttocks to become irritated and red. It was disgusting; you had dirt in your mouth mixed with blood from the previous fall, your whole body aching from his assault, but you wanted more; you wanted him to destroy you. 

Something hot and tight pushed into your entrance, and you almost mistook this sudden invasion for his balls until you felt your pussy being forced to stretch even further to accommodate it.

"Please, no! You're going to hurt me!!! Don't do this!" Pleasure was replaced by pure terror as you tried to crawl away from him. Sharp nails pierced the skin of your thighs as he clawed at you and growled in warning, making you freeze. 

"Take this! You're going to take all of me, and you're going to love it, you little slut." Each thrust felt like he was trying to shove a baseball inside you. 

He was determined to complete his task, and when he did, you screamed in pain, tears staining your rounded cheeks and making your face look even dirtier. A loud howl pierced his chest, and his nails dug into your back, drawing blood as he tied you up with his knot and poured his sperm into your waiting body. You could feel every pulse of his cock as it emptied into your pussy, and against your desire, your walls clenched around the invasion, squeezing out all he had to offer you. His warm, viscous cum splashed into your body, making you shiver.

"I hope you've learnt your lesson and won't wander the night woods alone again, little Red." The werewolf whispered hoarsely in your ear, licking the tears from your cheek. 

You turned your head to the side, meeting his slanted silver eyes and gloriously sharp cheekbones. 

"Maybe I should learn that lesson a few more times, San. You know I'm not good at memorising, love."

[onlyhereforthestories]

Christmas Morning Magic (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

And here it is, advents final day. What a whirlwind. I must say this really was a challenge but I hope you all enjoyed. Merry Christmas Eve

The first rays of Christmas morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the bedroom. You stirred slightly in bed, not fully awake but aware of the empty space beside you where Alexia had been. The faint sound of movement came from somewhere in the house, but your half-asleep brain didn’t dwell on it. Instead, you burrowed deeper into the warm cocoon of blankets, lulled by the peaceful silence.

Alexia, meanwhile, was on a mission. She had slipped out of bed early, careful not to wake you, and made her way to the kitchen. She grinned to herself as she tied an apron around her waist, her hands already reaching for the ingredients she’d meticulously gathered the day before. Today wasn’t just any day; it was your first Christmas morning together in your shared home, and she wanted it to be perfect.

Her plan was simple yet thoughtful: a surprise breakfast in bed, complete with holiday-themed pancakes, your favourite hot chocolate, and a little extra magic to make the morning unforgettable.

She started with the pancakes, whisking the batter with practiced ease. To give them a festive touch, she added a few drops of red and green food colouring, dividing the batter into two bowls. The result? A stack of cheery Christmas pancakes that made her smile even before they hit the pan.

As the pancakes cooked, the aroma of warm vanilla and butter filled the kitchen. She hummed softly to herself, occasionally peeking over her shoulder toward the bedroom door to ensure you were still asleep.

Once the pancakes were ready, she moved on to the hot chocolate. She heated milk on the stove, stirring in rich cocoa powder and a pinch of cinnamon, just the way you liked it. Whipped cream and a sprinkle of crushed peppermint completed the mugs, making them look as festive as they smelled.

Satisfied with the breakfast, Alexia turned her attention to the pièce de résistance: the mini Christmas tree she had hidden in the hall closet. She had spent hours the previous night creating personalized ornaments for it, each one representing a cherished memory you’d shared. There was a tiny soccer ball for the first game you’d attended together, a painted plane to symbolize your first trip, and even a little replica of your shared home.

She carried the tree into the bedroom with great care, setting it on the dresser before arranging a few other small decorations around it. She placed a garland of twinkling fairy lights along the headboard and a vase of fresh flowers on the bedside table.

Finally, she returned to the kitchen to assemble the tray. Alongside the pancakes and hot chocolate, she added a small bowl of fresh berries and a folded napkin with a sprig of holly for decoration. With one last glance to ensure everything looked perfect, she picked up the tray and headed back to the bedroom.

You woke to the sound of the door creaking open, blinking groggily as Alexia entered, balancing the tray carefully in her hands.

“Merry Christmas,” she said softly, her voice warm and full of love.

Your face broke into a sleepy smile as you propped yourself up on the pillows. “What’s all this?”

“Breakfast in bed,” she announced, setting the tray down on your lap. “Made with love. And maybe a little too much food colouring.”

You glanced down at the festive pancakes, your smile widening. “Alexia, this is amazing. You didn’t have to do all this.”

“I wanted to,” she replied, sitting on the edge of the bed. “It’s our first Christmas morning together here, and I wanted to make it special.”

You reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. “You’ve already made it perfect just by being here.”

Her cheeks flushed at your words, and she leaned over to press a kiss to your temple. “Well, it’s about to get even better. Look over there.”

She gestured toward the dresser, where the mini Christmas tree stood twinkling in the soft morning light. Your eyes widened as you took it in, the carefully chosen ornaments immediately catching your attention.

“Did you really make those?” you asked, your voice filled with awe.

She nodded, a sheepish smile on her face. “I thought it’d be nice to have something that reminds us of all the moments that brought us here.”

You swung your legs over the side of the bed, abandoning the breakfast tray for a moment as you walked over to the tree. You picked up the little soccer ball ornament, running your fingers over its smooth surface.

“This is from the first game we went to together,” you said softly, more to yourself than to her. Your fingers moved to the painted plane. “And this, this is from Barcelona. Our first trip.”

Alexia watched you with a quiet smile, her heart swelling at your reaction.

“These are amazing,” you said, turning back to her. “Thank you. For all of this.”

“You’re welcome,” she replied, pulling you into a hug. “But don’t think you’re getting off the hook. I have one more surprise.”

She reached behind the tree and pulled out a small, neatly wrapped box with a red bow on top.

“Alexia,” you said, your voice filled with playful protest, “we said no big gifts this year.”

“It’s not big,” she promised, handing you the box. “Just… open it.”

You carefully unwrapped the box, your heart racing slightly with anticipation. Inside was a delicate silver necklace with a single charm: a tiny snowflake engraved with the date of your first Christmas together.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, your fingers brushing over the charm.

“I wanted you to have something to remember this day by,” she said, her voice soft. “Something to remind you how much you mean to me.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you looked up at her. “You’re going to make me cry on Christmas morning.”

She laughed, pulling you into a tight embrace. “That wasn’t the goal, but I’ll take it.”

The two of you returned to the bed, where you shared the breakfast Alexia had prepared. Between bites of pancakes and sips of hot chocolate, you exchanged stories of past Christmases, laughing over childhood memories and marvelling at how far you’d come together.

Later, as the morning stretched into the afternoon, you curled up together under a cozy blanket, a holiday movie playing softly in the background. The mini Christmas tree glowed warmly in the corner, a testament to the love and thought Alexia had poured into the day.

“This,” you said, resting your head on her shoulder, “is the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”

She pressed a kiss to the top of your head, her arms tightening around you. “Mine too,” she murmured.

[pinkanonwrites]

Knightformers AU

Recently I've had SO MANY thoughts about @archie-sunshine 's Knightformers AU, especially once I got my grimy little /reader hands up in there! In wanting to keep my beloved size difference and communication issues tropes, I cobbled together a little concept about fairy readers!

Knightformers fae are very heavily inspired by Celtic mythology around fairies, particularly with them being incredibly mischievous tricksters that can take on many shapes and forms. Large swaths of land between the providences were abandoned during wartimes, and it was incredibly common for the fairy folk to move in with the plant life as it began to grow and overtake the abandoned settlements. Rather than the faewild being exclusively a separate plane like it is in other media, any forested areas that have become heavily lived-in and influenced by the fairies living there start to exhibit faewild-like tendencies, i.e. being notoriously difficult to navigate and warping your perception of the passage of time.

A fairy's magic is most powerful when they are in their home forest or region, with their powers diminishing greatly should they ever be forcefully removed. As such, and because of previous incidents of fairies being captured and manipulated, fairies are very territorial of their homes and are not above turning anyone who poses a threat to their safety into wild plants and berry bushes.

Just like some bots are more interested/better at befriending humans than others, some knights and explorers are more curious about the fae than others! Swerve spends a lot of time trying to befriend the local fairies with varying levels of success, while Cosmos can usually trot his merry way through the depths of the faewild without much issue. Rodimus has a strained relationship with the fae only because he keeps forgetting that pixies don't like to just be up and grabbed and he keeps getting hexed for it.

If anyone has any questions about my thoughts on how specific characters in the Knightformers AU would interact with the fae, please, please, PLEASE do not be afraid to ask! I am so excited about this AU and having a ton of fun with it so I'd love to hear what you guys are wondering about!

[callunavulgaris]

Fairy folk make merry beneath the starlight on a chilled autumn evening. Their heads adorned in home-grown horns, in branches of oak, & ripening autumn berries. Skin the shade of dry earth illuminates a glistening green in the fire light as they juggle and dance. A walnut sprite makes an appearance, as does a prince clothed in the face of a leaf. Masked mummers pounce from the shadows, spooking one another & fleeing beneath the forest canopy which drops a carpet of jewel-like leaves onto the cool, crisp earth.

[ssukidesu]

ready (for a misunderstanding)

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Pairing: Nalu

Rating: T

Summary: Bisca and Alzack have another baby, and Lucy makes a passing comment that turns Natsu's world upside down.

Merry Christmas, @bowscale !!! I’m so glad I could do the gift exchange for you this year!!! I hope you like it ❤️ @allaboutnalu

Read on AO3.

Prologue

Spring had fully waxed in the year X776. The air smelled of caterpillars and pollen, and the river spewed fish every other moment as they searched spiritedly for a mate.

Near the bank, a young boy was lying on his back, his belly full of fish and berries. Bees buzzed around the bones piled on the ground. One might have been alarmed to see a boy so young out alone without a parent. But one certainly would have been alarmed to see a dragon lying not four feet beside him. Both concerns would be soothed, however, with the knowledge that this dragon was, in fact, the young boy’s father.

To his current chagrin.

The dragon king Igneel’s voice rumbled pleasantly in the evening air. “Are you listening, Natsu?”

“Huh?” the boy huffed. “Oh. Yeah, I guess.”

“Then what did I just say?” pressed the dragon patiently.

“Umm… that when I’m ready to have a house, I’ll need a baby?”

“No, Natsu,” Igneel sighed. “You need to listen to me. I know it doesn’t have to do with battle, but it is important nonetheless.”

“Why can’t you just tell me this stuff later? You said I won’t need to worry about it till I’m older, right?”

“Yes, but I wont be around forever. I need to teach you everything now, for when—“ he stopped, correcting himself, “—just in case.”

Natsu sat up and faced his father studiously. “Alright.”

“Good. Now, what I said was that when you’re older and you find a woman you like, you’ll win her heart by proving to her that you can provide. You have to show her that you’ll protect her, and you might even have to fight other men to win her affection. But before you mate, you’ll need to make sure that you have a good home. A nice, strong home that will keep your wife and children safe from harm. Because, Natsu, that’s what happens when you mate: you beget children. That’s why it’s important to not join with a mate until you are both ready for that possibility.”

The child appeared puzzled. “Are you sure that humans do that stuff, too? It sounds more like dragon stuff.”

“My boy, you’ll learn more and more that the lifestyles of dragons and humans are not as different as they seem. And regardless—you may be human in body and mind, but you have the soul of a dragon. You’re my son.”

Natsu barreled towards Igneel to nuzzle his arm. “That’s right, I am!” he cheered. “And I don’t care what you say about the future—we’ll always be together. You’ll see.”

The dragon smiled. “Yes, we will. I guarantee it.”

Read the rest on AO3.

[queenmeriadoc]

“It was the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even Mr Mouse”

“The stockings were hung by forge with care, in the hopes that Lord Celebrimbor soon would be there”

“The elves were all nestled all snug in their beds, while the sugar plum fairies danced in their heads”

“And High King in his robes, and I in my cap, had just settled our brains for a long winters nap”

“When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprung from the bed to see what’s the matter”

“Away to the windows I flew like an elf”

———

“Tore open the shutters, and threw on a ———robe?”

“The moon on the breast of the fresh fallen snow, gave lustre of mid-day to objects below”

“When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny wargs”

“With a tall handsome driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment in must be Lord Celebrimbor”

Wait that doesn’t really rhyme, moving on.

“More rapid than eagles, but do not tell Manwë, his courses he came, and he whistled, and shouted l, and call them by name”

“Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer and Vixen. On, Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and Blixen”

“To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall. Now dash away, dash away, dash away all”

“Continue the story he says as stop to for a while, and as dry holly leaves before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky”

“So up the tower the courses they flew, with sleigh full of toys, and Lord Celebrimbor too”

“And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, the pawing of little warg”

“As I drew in my head, and was turning around, down the forge the Lord of Eregion came down”

“He was dressed in all green, from head to his foot, with holly aplenty his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot”

“A bundle of toys was flung on his back, and he liked like Kris Kringle just opening his pack”

“His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how holly and merry, his cheeks were like roses, his nose like red berries”

“His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, but no white beard rested upon his chin”

“The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, and smoke it encircled him like a wreath”

“He had a broad face, and a little round belly, that shook when he laughed like a bowl fully of holly berries”

“Does that make any sense? I asked but his red just smiled and laughed and asks me to continue my story”

“He was chubby and plum, a right holly old elf. And laughed when I saw him in spite of myself”

“A twink in his eyes and twist of his head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread”

“He spoke no word, but went straight to his work, and filling all the stockings, then he turned with jirk”

“And laying his finger aside on his nose, and giving a nod, up the forge he rose”

“He sprung to his sleigh, to his wargs gave a whistle, and away they flew like the down of a thistle”

“But heard him exclaim, as he flew out sight, Happy Yuletide to all, and to all a good night”

Gil-Galad: Why would he leave this is his forge?

[forest-fairy-wren]

Dear: Wren, fairy of the forest

Merry Mootmas! To celebrate, I have made recipes I either feel share your vibes or you would enjoy. Your recipe is: Berry Zefir! (9-12 marshmallows in total)

Ingredients:

* 150g of frozen or fresh blueberries

* 70g+120g of sugar

* 1 egg white

* 3g of agar agar

* 40ml of water

Recipe:

1. Mix blueberries and sugar (70g) and simmer for 5-7 on low heat, stirring to avoid burns

2. Blend the mixture until smooth before passing through a sieve or filter

3. Incorporate the egg white into the mixture, stirring on the highest setting with either an electric whisk or stand mixer until stiff peaks form

4. At the same time, mix the remaining sugar, agar agar, and water in a pan and cook on medium heat till the mixture falls quickly off a spoon and is homogenous

5. Slowly fold the syrup in, stirring as slow as you can before returning to a high speed until stiff peaks form

6. Place the mixture into a piping bag and then pipe into 18-24 (or make 9-12 really big ones) small, biscuit like circles on parchment paper

7. Wait around 12 hours before removing from the paper and joining the halves to make full zefir

8. Dip in a dip of your choice (I prefer either fruit syrups or powdered sugar) and serve (you can have it now or wait till the next day for even better crust)

And there it is! Zefir, or as all too many people call it Russian marshmallows. I have many fond memories of these from my grandparents and parents making these, and I hope you’ll have some too. Sweet, fruity, lightly crunchy, and airy, what more could someone ask in a sweet? You can also substitute the blueberries for an equal amount of just about any fruit or berry.

Why zefir? Because like you, it’s really sweet and I feel like it’s the kind of simple yet tasty snack you would appreciate (in other words it just gives wren vibes)

Happy Holidays!

:000 omg thank youuuu, that sounds so delicious!! :0000 i shall try to make, but alas i do not have agar agar rn 😔

[kvetchlandia]

Bill Brandt     Poet Dylan Thomas at the Salisbury Pub, London     1941

I

I see the boys of summer in their ruin Lay the gold tithings barren, Setting no store by harvest, freeze the soils; There in their heat the winter floods Of frozen loves they fetch their girls, And drown the cargoed apples in their tides.

These boys of light are curdlers in their folly, Sour the boiling honey; The jacks of frost they finger in the hives; There in the sun the frigid threads Of doubt and dark they feed their nerves; The signal moon is zero in their voids.

I see the summer children in their mothers Split up the brawned womb's weathers, Divide the night and day with fairy thumbs; There in the deep with quartered shades Of sun and moon they paint their dams As sunlight paints the shelling of their heads.

I see that from these boys shall men of nothing Stature by seedy shifting, Or lame the air with leaping from its heats; There from their hearts the dogdayed pulse Of love and light bursts in their throats. O see the pulse of summer in the ice. II

But seasons must be challenged or they totter Into a chiming quarter Where, punctual as death, we ring the stars; There, in his night, the black-tongued bells The sleepy man of winter pulls, Nor blows back moon-and-midnight as she blows.

We are the dark derniers let us summon Death from a summer woman, A muscling life from lovers in their cramp From the fair dead who flush the sea The bright-eyed worm on Davy's lamp And from the planted womb the man of straw.

We summer boys in this four-winded spinning, Green of the seaweeds' iron, Hold up the noisy sea and drop her birds, Pick the world's ball of wave and froth To choke the deserts with her tides, And comb the county gardens for a wreath.

In spring we cross our foreheads with the holly, Heigh ho the blood and berry, And nail the merry squires to the trees; Here love's damp muscle dries and dies Here break a kiss in no love's quarry, O see the poles of promise in the boys. III

I see you boys of summer in your ruin. Man in his maggot's barren. And boys are full and foreign to the pouch. I am the man your father was. We are the sons of flint and pitch. O see the poles are kissing as they cross.

-- Dylan Thomas, “I See the Boys of Summer”  1934

[k-apme-h-salzc-a]

The Holly Fairy

Holly flower fairies

O, I am green in Winter-time,

When other trees are brown;

Of all the trees (So saith the rhyme)

The holly bears the crown.

December days are drawing near

When I shall come to town,

And carol-boys go singing clear

Of all the trees (O hush and hear!)

The holly bears the crown!

For who so well-beloved and merry

As the scarlet Holly Berry?

Cicely Mary Barker

[prohaloplayer]

gnome and fairy not so scary

rather merry, light to carry

missed the ferry? don't be wary

grab a berry, share with Jerry

beard so hairy, eyes quite glary

drunk off cherry, asked to marry

[letsspringintoaction]

Fairy Mourning

"Please, lets all have a moment of silence for Merry Berry. As she has been struck down by a terrible case of S.M.E.F."

"Before her passing she said her final words of "please take the cake out of the oven." We'll figure out what she meant when we see her tomorrow."

[racequeenparadise]

Hananoi Miyu, Race Queen for Max Girls (Max Racing, 2021), ZENTsweeties, muta racing fairies, G☆smil Image Girl (2022), WinG (K-tunes Racing, 2023 - 2024), Itochu Enex Impul Lady, Tokyo Auto Salon A-Class (2023), Berry Girls (Tackleberry Image Girl, 2023), Hitotsuyama Racing Ambassador (2023 - 2024), Matsukiyo Ambassador (2024) and Valino Girls (2024)

Merry Christmas from Race Queen Paradise

[foxglove-the-never-fairy]

Fairy Names Pt. 2

Fly with you! It’s been a while hasn’t it? Anyway, I’m here for a second part of one of my most popular posts.

The first post listed fairy names that were used in the DS game “Tinker Bell and the Great Fairy Rescue” in the create-a-fairy section of the game. While the names provided were feminine, I have pulled all of the masculine fairy names from the original Pixie Hollow game. Some names are repeats from the original post, but I kept them in as I wanted to get this out as soon as possible. I hope you enjoy. Here’s the original post.

~🧚🏻‍♀️🔥 Foxglove 

First

Aaron

Ace

Acorn

Agate

Ajay

Alabaster

Alder

Alec

Aleron

Alex

Anchor

Andrew

Archer

Axel

Badger

Bailey

Baker

Bale

Banjo

Barclay

Basil

Benjy

Bert

Bevel

Birch

Bo

Boomer

Boone

Brock

Bruce

Brynn

Buddy

Burr

Burton

Buster

Calder

Casper

Cecil

Cedar

Chance

Chase

Chip

Clay

Cliff

Coal

Cog

Comet

Cosmo

Cote

Covey

Crag

Crane

Cyan

Dale

Dane

Darius

Darrin

Dawson

Decker

Deon

Devlin

Dewey

Donner

Drake

Dug

Dunn

Dustin

Dusty

Echo

Eddy

Edward

Elk

Emery

Erik

Ernie

Errol

Fennel

Fincher

Finn

Fir

Flint

Ford

Francis

Garnet

Glen

Gourd

Gourdie

Grove

Grub

Gull

Hale

Hare

Harris

Hawk

Henry

Heron

Hob

Jacob

James

Jasper

Jay

Kernal

Koto

Lance

Lark

Leaf

Lore

Lute

Lyric

Martin

Maze

Mica

Michal

Nadir

Nester

Oak

Ollie

Onyx

Otter

Peat

Pier

Pine

Quake

Quarry

Quinn

Rain

Ranger

Reed

Richard

River

Robin

Rook

Rusty

Rye

Sage

Sam

Scout

Sean

Seth

Shale

Shoal

Skimmer

Skyler

Spike

Spruce

Sterling

Stone

Tad

Teak

Thatcher

Thistle

Timber

Tiny

Toadstool

Tobey

Todd

Topher

Torn

Torrey

Vail

Valiant

Vern

Vic

Wedge

Wes

Wren

Wynn

Zak

 Middle

Air

Almond

Apple

Aspen

Autumn

Badger

Bark

Beacon

Bear

Bitter

Brave

Bright

Brisk

Broom

Bumble

Candle

Cedar

Chilly

Citrus

Cloud

Cloudy

Clover

Cocoa

Copper

Cricket

Crow

Cub

Dapple

Dash

Day

Drift

Eagle

Elm

Evening

Falcon

Far

Fern

Fig

Fire

Fleet

Flicker

Foggy

Fox

Frost

Frozen

Funny

Garlic

Green

Hail

Hasty

Hawk

Hickory

Holly

Hurry

Ice

Ivy

Jelly

Jumpy

Lemon

Light

Lightning

Lime

Little

Lock

Lotus

Magic

Mango

Maple

Merry

Misty

Moon

Morning

Moss

Mossy

Mountain

Muddy

Never

Nickel

Night

Nimble

Oak

Orange

Otter

Parsley

Pear

Pebble

Pepper

Pine

Plum

Pollen

Pumpkin

Purple

Quick

Rain

Rainy

Rock

Rumble

Sage

Sandy

Sea

Shy

Silk

Slight

Snow

Sour

Speedy

Spider

Spring

Squall

Star

Storm

Stout

Strong

Sugar

Summer

Sun

Swift

Tangle

Thunder

Tiny

Toad

Tumble

Twisty

Water

Whiffle

Wild

Wind

Winter

Wrinkle

 Last

Beam

Bee

Bell

Berry

Breath

Breeze

Bug

Button

Buzz

Chill

Chime

Cliff

Cloud

Clove

Crash

Curl

Dale

Dance

Dash

Dew

Din

Drop

Dust

Ear

Elbow

Eye

Feather

Field

Fig

Flame

Flap

Flash

Fleck

Flight

Flip

Flipper

Fly

Fog

Foot

Forest

Freeze

Fruit

Garden

Gem

Glade

Glimmer

Glow

Gourd

Grace

Griddlee

Gust

Heart

Hill

Hop

Horn

Hush

Jewel

Knee

Lake

Light

Lock

Loop

Lull

Meadow

Mello

Mint

Mist

Moon

Muddle

Muse

Newt

Noise

Nose

Peal

Pebble

Petal

Pin

Plume

Pond

Pool

Ray

Ripple

River

Roar

Root

Row

Ruckus

Rumble

Sand

Shadow

Sky

Smash

Song

Spark

Sparkle

Sparrow

Speck

Spirit

Splash

Spring

Sprite

Sprout

Stem

Stone

Storm

Stream

Stripe

Swamp

Swirls

Thistle

Thorn

Toad

Tree

Twill

Twist

Vale

Valley

Vine

Weather

Web

Whirl

Whisk

Whisper

Willow

Wind

Wing

Wings

Wink

Wish

[banetteapologist]

//a bit early since my schedule's unknown for next few days - no worries on if you just get it early or save responding for whenever works for you :)

heya, you're my secret santa. i'm your secret santa? the latter sounds like it makes more sense 'cause i'm the one gifting and thus the santa but it feels like the former sounds better--- anyway.

[delibird mail! - 1x Shuppet beanie hat - 1x pack of homemade berry cookies with a label: 'Tiny Wreath Cookies' - 2x photos: a baby Poochyena wrapped in a candy cane blanket, and a Beldum tangled in fairy lights]

hope you like them. nickit wouldn't let me take a photo but. you seem pretty cool, might have to talk when i'm out of retail mall santa hell---

Omg hii! Thank you so much for the gifts, you seem pretty cool as well so I’d love to talk once you’re done with .. retail mall Santa hell? 😂

Thank you so much again, I your pokemon look adorable, I would love to see nickit next time it lets you , and the tiny wreath cookies were amazing! Though I didn’t get to try most of them bc SOMEONE ( Charmander-my purrlion- and puppet- my Banette-) has a sweet tooth and ganged up on me 😂

I hope you have a merry Christmas!

[follyglass]

Follyglass : Merry

Our parents warned us not to go beyond where the flint road stops and turns to dirt. They said danger lived there.

When we were little, we listened wide-eyed as they told us about Merry Blackteeth, and how she was always watching for an opportunity to steal children. They said she waited in the still deep of the dark river amidst the shining fishes that we liked so much. They said she lurked in the hedgerows next to the bull pasture. Sometimes, she was even in our very own house, spidered against the sooty walls of the chimney, eager to jump down and snatch any children who got too close to the fire.

Among us children, she became a shorthand for danger: “Merry Blackteeth will get you!” She skurked around our nightmares and we would wake up screaming her name. When the dogs barked vicious at something unseen in the night, we shivered and whispered her name amongst ourselves, sure that it was Merry Blackteeth despite the protests of others that it was only a deer. We were such good children that we located her in places that our parents never dared to mention; in cellars and closets and in the long shadows near the edge of the pines, her limbs ratch-crackit, her boiled-egg eyes staring, clattering her black teeth at us and slurring curses jittered with laughter. Merry was always happy to scare us.

When we became taller than posts, she became a dare. To prove we were brave, we stared into the deep water past the shining fishes. To show we weren’t babies, we stood, waiting – fear and thrill, or what might have been her fingers, intermingling on our backs, on our necks – in the night attic.

Somehow, we survived, and in surviving so many brushes with the creature, we became surer of ourselves. Merry Blackteeth became a line that separated us from the shiver-bone stories of our childhoods. Eventually, someone dared me to walk beyond the flint. I did, while laughing that “Merry Blackteeth stories are for babies.”

When you dare crack the boundary that restrained you, there is an inner plea propelled by the fear that has been a companion since you were small: please let me be right. Please let me be ok.

Each new step I took was accompanied by these thoughts. But beyond the flint, past the hedgerows, and wending through the potholes filled with April bright sky, I found a small but cheerful house. In the side garden there was an old woman who quirked her head at me, but still bid me welcome.

“I’m Mary,” she said, extending the hand that didn’t cup a baby squirrel. I shook it, thinking ‘Merry?’ while she pressed on in her introduction, “Mary Blackheath, nice to meet you.” When she smiled, her teeth were indeed black, which I later learned – but was at that point in possession of the manners to not ask about – was due to her habit of bringing her smallbrush to a fine point by putting it in her mouth. Some of the inks and pigments stained in her teeth.

She tucked the baby squirrel into a pot lined with flannel, wiped her hands, then offered me a biscuit with a curl of butter and honey. I declined politely as I could, the echoes of fairy feasts and being taken ringing in my head.

“Well, then,” she said kindly, “there’s always the cakeberry tree at the gate if you’re hungry.”

My “thank you” came quietly, and I left the garden, rounded the stonewall and hid until I heard Mary’s door close. Confident that I was out of her sight, I shoved handfuls of cake berries in my pockets and ate them all the way home, where I arrived with my lips stained – as my father put it – ‘ghastly red.’

Over the course of weeks, I found reasons and ways to return to the peace and plenty at Mary’s home, but mostly it was to spend five minutes there before the clatter and tremor of suppertime at my own home.

Only the most curious of my friends followed.

Mary spotted them and put out plates of sweet crackers and jars of jewel-colored jam, while saying loud enough to carry over the finches’ chatter that “everyone is welcome here.”

They ate. They met the real Mary. Just like me, they managed to find ways beyond the flint road. Our visits became longer. Our parents didn’t bother to care; after all, we were teenagers and they had properly taught us to stay from danger.

Around her chores, Mary told us stories, while encouraging us to do the same. When we began a prickly shiver-bone tale, she leaned in and asked questions, and through her inquiries our stories would turn soft and warm in our mouths. Fearsome dragons became fascinating spectrums of scale and wing. Lilynymphs called out songs not to mesmerize, but to comfort those whose gaze began to become lost in the dark water.

We didn’t know it, but afterward Mary took down all that we said with her little brush. Only when the pages were filled with her fine script and fantastical creatures dancing amongst the marigolds in the margins did she show the book to us.

It was beautiful; a new world we had made with Mary’s help. The book was nothing like the stories our parents had told us: stories to warn, stories to keep us on the straight path… stories that kept us safe with them.

And so it was that instead of being fearful of the world outside our village, we became curious and welcoming. With our gentle new courage, we stepped beyond the borders of the flint roads and out into the world. When we were older, we were humbled and ashamed to have ascribed such monstrous qualities to Mary.

Mary told us the truth. Not just about the world outside, but about ourselves, too. In a way, I suppose our parents were right. Merry Blackteeth did steal their children.

......................................................

Thank you so much for reading.

This is Follyglass' 200th stand-alone piece. Most little tales here are cozy fantasy, some are New England based, a few are horror.... nearly all are flash fiction.

To begin at the beginning, start here at Cake.

[bitbc-incorrect-quotes-archive]

Berry in the Big City Music Facts!

Some random trivia about the songs in BitBC that I learned about. continued under the cut.

1. There have been 28 episodes that feature the characters singing, but only 22 are musical episodes.

The 22 musical episodes are:

2 Strawberry Shortcake songs -No Ordinary Berry -Berry Perfect Kind of Day Part 1

3 duets between Strawberry and another berry -Lucky Berry (with Orange) -Bake-Off Part 2 (with Raspberry) -Meet Huckleberry Pie (Huckleberry Pie)

1 Orange Blossom song -Superberry

2 Lime Chiffon songs -Be Your Berry Best -Any Way You Slice It

6 group songs -Beat the Heat -Music In Our Hearts -Let The Good Times Roll -Crabapple Jam Part 2 -A Splash of Fun -Turn Things Around

4 holiday songs -Fright Fall -Berry Merry Melody -Scary-oke -The Magic is You

2 Aunt Praline songs -Berry Bounty Banquet Part 1 -Bad Day Blues

1 Purple Pieman song -Peculiar Purple Partner Part 1

1 Cherry Jam song -Find Your Voice

The 6 non-musical episodes that feature singing in any capacity are:

Berry in the Big City Part 1 (Strawberry Shortcake briefly sings "No Ordinary Berry" before being interrupted by Aunt Praline)

New Year's Wish (Raspberry Tart sings a variation of "No Ordinary Berry" before realizing Strawberry heard her)

Keylime Time (Huckleberry Pie sings part of an unknown song to some coffee beans before Strawberry interrupts him)

Huck's New Job (Bread Pudding and Huck briefly sing "Contrary Berry" at the end)

Best New Year's EVER (Orange Blossom sings part of "Contrary Berry")

Sweet and Sour (Sour Grapes sings part of an unknown song before being interrupted by Strawberry)

While Meet Huckleberry Pie and Music in Our Hearts also briefly feature "Lost Little Berry" sung by Huckleberry, these examples are not counted as Huck sings a full song in the same episodes.

2. Lost Little Berry, Contrary Berry, Raspberry's New Year's song, Huck's coffee bean song, and Sour's song are the only songs in BitBC to never be heard in full.

3. Of the 8 main characters, Lemon Meringue, Blueberry Muffin, Bread Pudding, and Sour Grapes are the only main characters who have not received a musical episode that focuses on them. So far, they have only sung in group songs.

4. Bread Pudding is the only main character who has NEVER been heard singing without another berry accompanying him. Berry Merry Melody, Huck's New Job, Beat The Heat, Let The Good Times Roll, Scary-Oke, Sweet Victory, A Splash of Fun, and Turn Things Around all have him sing as part of an ensemble or in a duet with someone else (usually Huckleberry)

5. This is a bar graph comparing each character and the number of episodes they've sung in (as of Turn Things Around).

As you can see, Strawberry has sung the most at 22 times, while Sour Grapes has the lowest at 7.

6. Huckleberry Pie is the only main character whose debut is also a musical episode.

7. Purple Pieman, Aunt Praline, and the Berry Fairies are the only non-main characters to receive music episodes, being villain, supporting, and minor characters respectively.

Aunt Praline has 2 full songs (Berry Bounty Banquet Part 1 and Bad Day Blues)

Purple Pieman technically has 2 songs, but his second is the intentionally bad rap he had in Hot, Fresh, and Trending, which was not a music episode

The Berry Fairies also technically have 2 songs, Find Your Voice and Contrary Berry (which is stated to be theirs by Orange Blossom in Best New Year's EVER), however, none of the Fairies have ever been heard singing the latter song.

8. Sherry Bobbleberry, despite being the Berry Fairies' (former) lead singer, is the only member of the band who did not sing at any point. Ironic, ain't it?

9. The episodes where each character first sings are:

Strawberry Shortcake: Berry in the Big City Part 1 (first song), No Ordinary Berry (first musical episode)

Orange Blossom: Fright Fall

Lemon Meringue: Fright Fall

Lime Chiffon: Fright Fall

Blueberry Muffin: Fright Fall

Raspberry Tart: Berry Merry Melody, New Year's Wish (solo voice)

Huckleberry Pie: Meet Huckleberry Pie

Bread Pudding: Berry Merry Melody

Sour Grapes: Berry Merry Melody, Beat The Heat (solo voice)

10. The only musical episode where only one berry sings is Peculiar Purple Partner Part 1, as Purple Pieman is the lone singer for the entire song. Every other song in Berry in the Big City is an ensemble, a duet, or a solo with backup/additional singers.