#storybook love

[zepskies]

So I just finished watching The Princess Bride after reading so many of your lovely responses to my new one-shot, "As You Wish." (Thank you for that. It's truly making my day! 💖)

I just realized I didn't share my song inspo for that fic. "Storybook Love," the iconic song in the ending credits:

[daisyxlynch]

HALLOWEEN 2023

Daisy as Daisy Jones and Dhani as Billy Dunne from Daisy Jones and the Six

@dhanilyman

[hauntingsoundtracks]

The Princess Bride, directed by Rob Reiner

Once Upon A Time... Storybook Love, original soundtrack by Mark Knopfler

[captainpirateface]

Two old youngsters. The love of my life.

[suntails]

✨ Once upon a time ✨

[daisyxlynch]

@dhanilyman

♪ Oh, if I follow you to the river ♪

DAISY JONES & THE SIX Track 8: Looks Like We Made It

[be-better-then-yesterday-you]

SPOILERS!! Just started my second go through of Carry On and I dont know if its because Im listening to it on audio this time or because I know whats coming but …im dying!! Everything hits!! 😭💔 Simons love for magic🥺😭! “ Hes not my Dad- but hes the closest Ive got…” Fuck the mage…!!!!!!!!!!!!! …. Baz and his hiding in the bathroom! Simon x Agatha x Baz being confused little disasters! Penny!!! Simon describing Michas face as “so symmetrical you could SUMMON A DEMON on it” and Penny saying he will leave her for a normal he meets at Yale…😳! Number 8… EBB AND THE GOATS😭💔 !!!!!!!! the mage ( lower case coz - fuck the mage 🤬) …. Number 10 Agatha…”i should take her off … I dont know… Im not sure ive even missed her” … oh Simon 😮‍💨 … !! Sir Elton John 🕯️💨🎇❤️‍🔥🧨🤣 … Simons thinking about how his enemy Baz who wants to kill him and fights dragons with him n tries to teach him how to call on his magic, would have a whole list of spells and in French… while in the midst of being nearly killed… 👉🏼👈🏼🫶🏻🤟🏻 … Cleaning spells …. Because … if I could choose only one single spell to be able to do forever it would a MFing cleaning spell!!!! Penny being a dramatic badass who has no chill! 🧚🏻🤣 …. Ok and even though Im not to that part yet … Simon losing the script over Baz going MIA 😜🤪😝😎🥸🥳😏😏😏🤭🫠🫠🫠🤡🫶🏻 …. … Ok love this series and LOVING the audiobook …. 10/10 would recommend!!!!🪄🧛🏻🩸🐉 they watch eachother 🛌💤🛌 like creepy little creepers in 💕

What else …? Sorry not sorry for all the emojis - every SINGLE one is completely necessary … anything else? Other than FUCK THE MAGE? Not at the moment. Oh this MFer … ��where is my wife? my children?”🖕🏻🖕🏼🖕🏽🖕🏾🖕🏿F U C K • THE • MOTHER • FUCKING • M A G E❕❕❕

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[courtleymanor]

Willy DeVille/Mark Knopfler -Storybook Love

From my Fantasy Movie Music Playlist

[beautifulbroadwaybaker]

Too much..

I always worry I’m too much. I’m a lot as a person. I’ve known this for a long time..

But what my man said to me last night has hit my heart…

“Too much is cooking me my meal prep every weekend. Too much is paying for my groceries when I don’t have the money for it. And when you don’t even have it. I knew what I was getting into. I like too much… I love too much.”

[justn0t]

he's been staring at pv for the last couple hundred years and he isn't stopping now

[daisyxlynch]

You hope to stay on the island even after you finish your studies

Send Me Your Assumptions About My Muse

I dunno really! It's hard to say right now because maybe, well... I've been thinking lately that I kinda want to go for my doctorate in Care of Magical Creatures. But I'm not smart enough for that, I know. I'm just being silly! I'm gonna leave when Dhani is ready to leave, that's what we've always planned!

@dhanilymanan

[secondary-colorentimy]

Seeing the Anubis Infinite makes me wish we got more Storybook series so badly. Or at least some comics adaptions of them

and what if i told you im already 2 steps ahead and making more characters for such a concept?! huh what then ? 🗣️

[athena-xox]

Ah yes this is the extremely traumatizing event that excuses Apple to force horrible fate onto others

[adventuresofalgy]

The following morning was a wee bit lighter, and at times a watery November sun managed to squeeze through the clouds for a few brief moments, before it decided that it really wasn't worth such an enormous effort in the wild west Highlands of Scotland at this time of year, and retreated to those more favoured lands where there were fewer clouds to obstruct its rays.

But carpe diem is one of the core mottoes of any truly fluffy bird, so at the first bright opportunity Algy paused in his flight to perch on a convenient branch and sing with gusto, as any self-respecting bird might do when warmed by a sudden burst of autumn sunshine on an otherwise dark and dreary day:

Dark eyes, flaming eyes They implore me into faraway lands Where love reigns, where peace reigns Where there is no suffering, where war is forbidden

[Algy is singing the well-known Russian song Dark Eyes (Очи чёрные), a song first published in the late 19th century which has been hugely popular over the years and performed in countless different versions, with several different lyrics. Like the great baritone Dmitri Hvorostovsky in his impassioned version below, Algy is singing the lyrics written by Feodor Chaliapin.]

[saphstories]

one bed trope sonamy

As You Wish

The heavens would prove unkind tonight, she regretfully mused, wincing at the booming thunder that shook the skies and the carriage. “Not a fan of storms, Lady Amelia?”

Amelia Rose sighed and smiled awkwardly at her companion, sitting across the carriage from her. His emerald eyes were inquisitive, searching hers, while his posture was relaxed, chin in his hand, appearing almost bored. “Not when they impede the procession home, Lord Silas.” She replied, drawing her burgundy cloak tighter around her shoulders.

Silas snorted. “Aye, especially when I can run faster than the carriage.”

Amelia’s ears perked up. “Is that so?” She asked.

Silas nodded, a bit of a smug smile on his peach muzzle. “Aye, milady. I’ve obtained quite the moniker for my speed. My friends call me ‘Sonic’, and I overhear many of the townsfolk refer to me as ‘The Blue Blur’.”

“Sonic,” Amelia tested the epithet on her tongue, and smiled at him. “I must say, it suits you.”

Silas grinned at her, and warmth spread from Amelia’s stammering heart to her cheeks. “If milady wishes, you may address me so.” He encouraged.

Amelia smiled, and the carriage jolted and skidded to a stop. Amelia squealed and grabbed the upholstery to hold herself steady, alarmed at the slew of voices shouting amid the thunder and downpour outside. Sonic’s hand reached for her but hesitated from touching her. “Alright, Amelia?”

“Aye.” Amelia bobbed her head quickly. “What do you think’s happened?”

Sonic’s brow furrowed, a deep frown pointed towards the carriage door, his lithe body coiling tight as a snake. “Hopefully just a bumpy road, milady.” He lightly rested his hand on the sword at his hip, his thumb gingerly stroking the top of the golden circular cross guard. He shifted on the seat, angling himself towards the carriage door and creating a shield between it and Amelia, his hand now curled tight on the blade hilt. The carriage door creaked open. Sonic unsheathed his sword, the silvery blade somehow gleaming in the low light. “Keep behind me, Amelia. I will not let them harm you.” He whispered.

“I am not exactly helpless, Sonic!” Amelia hissed back, her cheeks flushing scarlet indignantly.

“Don’t I know it.” Sonic muttered to himself. Amelia frowned. The carriage door burst open.

“Sonic!” An echidna raised his mittens in surrender, his scarlet fur and bronze armor splattered with mud and soaked with rainwater.

“Chaos, Knuckles!” Sonic exclaimed, shaking his head and sheathing his sword. “You’re lucky I didn’t cleave you in two!”

Knuckles snorted. “I would like to see you try!”

Sonic rolled his eyes. “Perhaps now would not be the time, Knucklehead. What’s happened?”

“The storm has caused a flood in the valley; the carriage will not make it the normal routes, at least not tonight.” Knuckles grimly reported. “We spotted a tavern just a few minutes ride whence we came; it would be safer course if we took shelter for the night and resumed our travels at first light.”

Sonic considered those words and nodded. “Very well then, Knuckles.” The echidna dipped his head to Amelia and shut the carriage door, shouting at the others, and Sonic settled back into his seat as the carriage began moving again.

“Do you know the tavern Knuckles spoke of?” Amelia asked curiously.

Sonic shook his head. “It has been some time since I traveled this direction, milady. I just hope there are enough rooms for our company.”

#

“Well, if hopes were rings,” Sonic chuckled nervously, scratching a hand through his damp blue quills. Amelia’s cheeks blazed as rosy as her long quills, shifting nervously as she eyed the compact room outfitted with creaky wooden floors, a tiny wooden wardrobe, and one moderate singular bed in the center, outfitted with one singular ratty quilt. Sonic cleared his throat and gestured to the door that led to the washroom. “Ladies first.”

Grateful and flustered, Amelia fled, her decorum preventing her from slamming the door outright in her embarrassment. She covered her face with her hands and whined, practically vibrating with her nerves. This was not how it was meant to happen! She and Sonic may be betrothed and set to marry in a day’s time, certainly, but they weren’t meant to be in such close quarters yet! They should have arrived in Sonic’s villa by now, Amelia should have been formally introduced to his family as his chosen bride, and the preparations for their union were due to begin in the morning! But now, because of poor luck and a terrible monsoon, all that time meant to prepare her for-for intimacy with Sonic was forfeit!

Amelia took a deep breath. “Pull yourself together, Rose.” She muttered to herself. “’Tis only a small delay, and you are to be united with him at sunset tomorrow, what is one night early?” She nodded to herself and discarded her sopping cloak, reaching for a towel…only to find them missing. Lovely. She sighed and opened the door, poking her head out. “Sonic, are there-oh!” Amelia slapped a hand over her mouth, her cheeks now a permanent shade of red…but her traitorous eyes refused to look away.

Sonic faced away from her, his soaked shirt wringing out in his hands, ruffled blue fur glistening with mist in the candlelight. Strong but lithe blue shoulders gave way to thick blue spines glinting and sharp down a nimble back to narrow hips and a pert blue tail, still covered by sopping wet trousers.

Amelia shook herself and slammed the door, flushed and embarrassed and ashamed. What was she to ogle a man like a hound would a scrap of meat? Her mother would have her hide for such! Amelia sighed and shimmied out of her dress, wrapping her arms around herself to ward off the chill. At least her chemise was mostly dry; it would have to do for tonight. She hung her dress and cloak over the tub, then faced the door nervously, biting her lip. She huffed, lifted her chin, and marched out.

Sonic froze when he saw her, his emerald eyes wonderstruck, raking over her before he cleared his throat and refocused on her face with a tinge of pink on his peach muzzle. Amelia wasn’t much better, her gaze locked on the white shirt Sonic bore, the neckline a deep v that showcased the peach fur of his chest and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the length barely long enough to cover his thighs. “Y-You take the bed, Amelia.” He gestured. “I’ll take the floor.”

“What? No, Sonic, that is unnecessary.” Amelia protested, stepping forward.

“Amelia-,”

“Sonic, we are to be married in one day.” Amelia crossed her arms. “As unpleasant as these circumstances are, it is what we are contended with. And since you are my husband to be, and we will be sharing a bed permanently by tomorrow, I see no harm in doing so tonight when there is no other reasonable option.”

Sonic’s ears tipped back, and he nodded. “As...as you wish.”

Amelia pulled back the ratty quilt and slid into the bed, wincing at the lumpiness. Sonic dithered at the opposite edge of the bed before quickly climbing in, putting his back to Amelia. She tried to swallow the lump that left in her throat and turned away also. “Goodnight, Sonic.”

“…Goodnight, Amelia.”

Amelia laid there, watching the shadows dance on the wall. “…Sonic?”

“Aye?”

“Thank you…for preparing to defend me in the carriage.”

“…I will always defend you, Amelia. I need no thanks for it.”

Amelia bit her lip and sighed.

“Amelia?”

“Aye?”

“…I…regret that you think the marriage arrangement is unpleasant. If you so wish, we could…negate the contract and I shall escort you home at first light.”

Amelia nearly shot up out of the bed. “What?” Sonic refused to turn over and look at her, but Amelia was no mere damsel, and so grabbed his shoulder and forced him to meet her eyes. “Sonic, why would you assume I think such nonsense? If I thought it unpleasant, I wouldn’t have agreed!” She exclaimed.

Sonic furrowed his brow. “But, just a moment ago, you said-,”

Amelia flopped onto her pillow and groaned. “I meant the unpleasant circumstances of the storm delaying us here and forcing us to share close quarters before either of us were ready, silly man.”

Sonic’s eyes brightened, and a half-smile formed on his peach muzzle. “Oh. I see.”

Amelia snorted and smiled at him. “Do you not know better than to assume what a lady thinks, milord?”

Sonic laughed. Stars appeared in Amelia’s eyes. “I admit, my experience with the female mind is woefully lacking.” Amelia giggled, and the smile that flourished on Sonic’s muzzle fluttered her heart. “You truly are the most beautiful in all Mobius, Amelia.” Sonic whispered reverently, gingerly smoothing an errant pink quill out of her eyes.  

Amelia’s cheeks once again matched her name. “Is-Is that why you chose me?” She mumbled. “For my beauty?”

Sonic’s smile turned sad. “I chose you for your heart, Amelia. Your compassion, your grace, your courage, and your strength. After all, it was those things that saved a starving young boy with two apples fifteen years ago.”

“Apples? Oh!” Amelia gasped.

She remembered that day all too clearly. It had been raining then, too, but little six-year-old Amelia hadn’t been bothered, dancing in the downpour with a smile and muddying her fine dress. It was on one of her twirls that she’d spotted him, a tiny blue hoglet in rags, shivering and pale, hiding behind a post…but watching her all the same with inquisitive emerald eyes. Her heart had clenched for him, especially when he whimpered and clutched his belly, and she immediately snatched the first things she found: two bright red apples off a cart just a pace away. Amelia had thrown them to the hoglet and beamed at him when he picked them up despite their landing in the mud; went to throw him more…but had been caught and humiliated by her mother’s scolding. When she turned back to look back and beg her mother to take him home with them...the boy had vanished. Amelia had never seen him again.

Until tonight. “I would have starved if not for you, Amelia.” Sonic whispered, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb. “You inspired me to become the man I am today: the man that protects those that cannot protect themselves, a man that shows compassion to those burdened, lost, and alone, a man that has strived to be worthy of your heart…because since that day, you have had mine.”

“Oh, Sonic,” Amelia threw her arms around Sonic’s neck and buried her face in his chest, her shoulders shaking with sobs even though her heart sang with joy. His arms encircled her, his fingers stroking her quills, his lips whispering words of love in her ear. “We-We need to go to sleep now.” She declared, beaming. “We need to sleep so tomorrow will come and we can be married as soon as possible.” Sonic tipped his head back and laughed. Amelia giggled and pushed him down to snuggle into his chest, her arms tight around him. He pressed a kiss to Amelia’s forehead, closing his eyes with a loving smile. “As you wish.”

[suntails]

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