#tfw + fairytales

[shallowstories]

The tin soldier's passive acceptance of whatever happens to him, while exemplifying pietistic ideals of self-denial, also contributes to his doom.

Were he to speak and act, the soldier might gain both life and love. Restrained, however, by inhibition and convention, he finds only tragedy and death.

[upathosarts]

oops

[templeofshame]

Tfw you peek at the comments to see if hozier sang a slur on snl and deduce that he did not but like what else rhymes with maggot? I guess it's the female part anyway but i guess they used "haggard"?

to be clear i am glad he did not sing a slur on snl

[etruatcaelum]

Bemusement made their lips twitch. They didn’t think they came across as such an easy mark, and so they had to admire the apparition’s—Bill’s—audacity. “Oh, that,” Ozma deadpanned. “How kind of you to offer, but I’m afraid you’ve rather misjudged the situation, or misjudged me, or… well. Certainly you’ve mistaken something.”

Moving with care so as not to knock any part of themself into the diminutive little imp, they shifted until they were sitting cross-legged, face-to-face with Bill Cipher.

Elbow on a knee, chin resting atop their fist, Ozma smiled blandly and said, “The everlasting frailty of mankind notwithstanding, Mr. Cipher, I like being dead. It’s the only time I have alone with my thoughts, anymore, and you see—one immortal to another—life has scoured the compassion out of better people than me.”

Better… triangles… than Bill, too, they’d wager.

“Out there—” they waved a hand vaguely toward the fracture. “–my hosts afflict me with their consciences before I eat them from the inside out. But whenever we die, I hatch from what remains and remember that I do not very much care.”

Ozma considered that for a moment, slowly threading a length of chain through their thumb and forefinger. Bound, though they bore no collar or shackles; the chain seemed weft in their very flesh, anchored to bone, and pain had blinded them each time they tried to rip it out.

Sighing, they said, “Besides which, overripe bananas make a lovely banana bread.”

"Oh, I don't mean your sweet gig with bold, gold, and horn-some," the voice japed.

The infernal link began to coalesce and condense together, forming a shape that shouldn't properly exist in a three-dimensional plane. It was flat, like light projected onto a wall. The strange creature was a triangular pyramid with one cyclopean eye sitting squarely above a black bow tie. It was barely the size of an apple.

"Huh." His little fingers gripped into a nubby fist. "Weird." Some quality of this dimension was keeping him from manifesting in his usual state. "Strange how dreaming and death are so closely related, huh?" Its body dimmed with each spoken syllable, the words projected through thought. "Anyway!" A black cane manifested in one hand, then a top hat in the other. "Name's Bill! Cipher if you're feeling fancy."

Being a triangle with no mouth and the vaguest definition of a face, the entirety of his expressions had to be read by his singular eye. But he seemed happy and friendly enough for a two-dimensional being.

"And I was talking about the eternal fragility of what you've built!" Such a cynical, fatalistic sentence to be paired with a chipper tone. He sat in a luxurious red armchair that seemed conjured into existence instantaneously, swirling a glass of what appeared to be dark red wine. "One immortal to another? You seem like you could use a lil' bit of help! Without you constantly there in your flesh mech suit to check on your precious kingdoms, they could completely topple or turn bad like a week old banana. Can't be in two places at once. Hard to have your cake and eat it too when you're six feet under."

Bill offered the thimble-sized drink to Oz's spirit. "I might be willing to keep an eye on things while you're stuck here. I'm sure you need a gofer to relay your messages across the veil of death, am I right?"

[polish-school-readings-polls]

Tfw you realize that Akademia Pana Kleksa (Mr. Blot's Academy) one of the required school readings for 10 years old children in Poland has lgbt+ representation, because at one point of the story the main character travels to the Little Match Girl fairytale and meets Hans Christian Andersen himself there.

[beastkonohaworld]

ch!Emmet July Challenge: Final Week!

It's happening! The last week of the July Challenge! Let's roll with it, wohoooo~~!

[DAY 24: All smiles!]

I love drawing Emmet's smiles, there is something comfortable in them. Because no matter how bad your day is - Emmet is here, smiling for you 💖

[DAY 25: Emmet and your OC]

Meet Noname, former pro Pkmn trainer and currently half baked self musician, who loves to play on guitar and singing at Subway Station

[DAY 26: Home]

You know what they say: home is where your game console is 💖

[DAY 27: Fairytale]

TFW when you finally find golden Magikarp and wish for your brother coming back, but you forgot you are talking to fish and it doesn't understand you at all.

[DAY 28: A day out]

Even if ch!Emmet was in the Nimbasa amusement park a lot of time, he still enjoys walking around and have fun. Just be careful with cotton candy, if you are walking with your bird puppy!

[DAY 29: Flowers]

The group of Flabebes doesn't know what to think about their new member. But hey! At least he is a cutie! ^7^

[DAY 30: Party]

It's crrrrrazy! It's parrrrrty! ✨✨✨🎉🎉🎉

[DAY 31: Free Space THANK YOU ALL 💖💖💖💖]

Thank you all for this FANTASTIC month with my ch!Emmet! I had a lot of fun drawing them and I'm so happy I was able to finish all the prompts! Thank you all and remember: U CUTE!!!

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That's all! I'm so proud of myself I was able to make all the prompts for this challenge. It's the very first one I was able to finish from 1st day to the last - and I hope I could give you a little joy each day with my smol little happily hoppily muppet! Thank you again, and see u next time!

ALL ABOAAARD~~ ^7^

[WEEK 1] [WEEK 2] [WEEK 3]

[deldeldel90]

tfw you're a classic fairytale boy, with his cute lil hood, just going to your mother's house, and your little brother is A Giant. he just started his growth spurt and suddenly he's a giant.

(he lives in the clouds.) Fairytale!au :)

[perplexed-confusion]

@spngirlpolls has a tfw Christmas song poll up and all I'm thinking is season 4/5 destiel + fairytale of new york. you know?

[cafeleningrad]

#the tree branches in the background as the repressed memories of the swords impaling anthy peeking through#and now that I look at them side by side the kiss in the intro looks more romantic while in the real memory she looks scared and sad#tfw your childhood was so traumatic you have to turn it into a romantic fairytale to cope (tags by @colossalsquidz)

@animangacreators ♡ Challenge 29 Drama Genre - Most Dramatic Plot Twist/Reveal

[eda-in-crocs]

Day 2: Calamity (I think I never wrote down the prompt for the first one whoops)

Ah yes, a lil smthn from one of the many AU ideas I have but never put down, because I’m never happy with the design ideas I make.

This ones a Fairytale AU, where Marcy grew up in Newtopia as the princess, Sasha with the toads which are dragons in this one, so she’s half dragon for reasons and Anne is the knight who gets sent to save the princess from the ‘evil’ dragon who kidnapped her. A cliche fairytale indeed! With lots of miscommunication and plot and story that I might write down one day!

[synthient]

Buzz Buzz this, Claus that. the single most emotionally impactful moment in the mother series is when that random Magicant npc tells Ninten "everyone here loves you"

[ethereal-drivel]

excerpts of two stories i’ve written; the inability to speak due to lungs being full

[wingbladed]

He's pulled another all nighter it seems, the dark circles under his eyes and the pale sunlight creeping through the tower windows are indicative enough of that. Ephemer stands with a loud yawn, arms reaching towards the ceiling in a big stretch. After a moment, he makes his way to the common area of the tower where he finds Ven awake on one of the sofas. With the element of surprise on his side, Ephemer throws himself toward the sofa & across Ven's lap. “ Couldn't sleep either, Ven ? ” he asks.

     The last few weeks have passed in an unintelligible blur. 

     Barely a month ago, he was just an average Keyblade wielder without any impressive achievements to his name and no party to call his own. He would spend his days trying to do whatever he could to make the lives of those around him a little easier; fighting off any Heartless straying too close to shops and other public spaces, offering a helping hand to the Keyblade wielders just starting out, diligently collecting Lux while out visiting other worlds with Chirithy at his side. Nobody knew his name. He had no real friends to speak of. When it came to the weekly rankings, he couldn’t ever hope to compete against the stronger wielders fighting for the top positions. 

     He didn’t think anyone would ever notice him, which is what made things all the more surprising when Master Ava approached him, asking him to join a separate faction of her creation in order to avoid the upcoming war and ensure the survival of light. If that in itself wasn’t enough, he was given an even more ridiculous request: to join four other Keyblade wielders as Union Leaders in the new world.

     Ven still doesn’t understand why he was chosen; out of the hundreds—maybe even thousands—of talented Keyblade wielders with the determination and skill to lead, he was granted the chance to escape from a terrible war while so many others were forced to fight in it and die. While he’s never admitted to any of his doubts out loud, Chirithy seems to have sensed his disquiet and has attempted on multiple occasions to assuage his guilt, with little success.

     Is he really worthy of this chance? Is he the right person to lead a Union in the place of the previous Masters? How can he be so selfish as to feel relieved that he lived while so many others didn’t? His mind has been abuzz with these unsettling questions for weeks, making it extremely difficult to sleep. And when he does sleep, he sees their faces; wielders he bumped into on the street or helped in a raid. Wielders he only ever saw from a distance, laughing with their party members. Wielders who praised his newly upgraded Keyblade before racing off to join their friends. He sees all of them. Staring with dark, accusing eyes, a rusted Keyblade plunged through their chest. Why you? Their eyes seem to ask, burning into his very soul. Why do you get to live?

     He doesn’t want to dream anymore. He doesn’t want to see their faces twisted with malice and pain. So, he tries to stay awake.

     Ven isn’t sure what time he crept out of his room to hide downstairs in the common room, focusing instead on picking out an armful of random books from the nearby shelves in an attempt to pass the time by reading under dim lamplight. He’s still struggling with the longer, more complex words that appear in some of the books Brain has lying around ( Ven takes a moment to write some of them down in order to ask him about them later ), but his reading and writing skills have shown rapid improvement under the combined tutelage of his fellow Union Leaders in the past few weeks. It helps that he genuinely enjoys the challenge. Due to becoming a Keyblade wielder at such a young age, Ven didn’t have much of an education and while he’s been able to pick up on things here and there, he’s enjoying the new and unexpected opportunity he’s been granted to learn, even if his new friends don’t exactly qualify as ‘proper teachers’.

     With so many books to hold his attention, it doesn’t take long for Ven to lose track of time. All he knows is that it’s late when Ephemer finds him— or, perhaps it’s really early if the first rays of pale sunlight beginning to stream through the tower windows and the stinging of his eyes are anything to go by. As engrossed in reading as he is, Ven scarcely has the chance to register movement out of the corner of his eye and lift his book out of the way before he finds his lap suddenly and heavily occupied.

     Ven yelps, his heart leaping into his throat. Though the sight of his friend’s silver hair calms him somewhat, he struggles to get his erratic heartbeat under control, his mouth unbearably dry as he gasps, “ E-Ephemer! What are you—! ”

     Ephemer’s curious query cuts him off mid-sentence. Dread sinks into his stomach, like a dark, festering pit. Despite the playfulness in his friend’s tone, the question feels like an accusation. Ven shuts his mouth with an audible click. The truth lies heavily on the tip of his tongue, the words lodged in his throat, but his fear of abandonment—his fear of hearing someone he’s come to care about tell him his doubts are real—keeps the truth from coming out. A snatch of nervous laughter escapes him as he spins a cautious white lie, “ Yeah, I-I couldn’t sleep. It’s been so busy it’s kinda hard to sleep, I guess. ”

    His smile is weak when he turns the question back on his friend, gesturing to the dark shadows beneath Ephemer’s eyes, standing out against his pale skin, “ You too, right, Ephemer? ” At his inquisitive stare, Ven rushes to add, “ You’re still awake when everyone else goes to bed, and you’re always awake when they get up, too. Do you…ever sleep? ”

     Ephemer looks surprised for a moment before sheepish amusement breaks across his features and he lets out a laugh, “ Haha, I guess you’re right! I didn’t think anyone would notice… ”

     Ephemer continues to chatter away, showing no signs of moving from his position sprawled across Ven’s lap anytime soon. Despite himself, Ven feels his posture begin to relax as the dread eroding at the walls of his stomach begins to melt into the background once more, allowing him the chance to enjoy Ephemer’s warm presence. Is this okay? He wonders inwardly as he gazes down at his friend’s laughing face, Is it okay to be happy that I met them? Is it okay to be happy that I have friends, even if so many people died? Even if I’m not strong enough to be a leader?

     Ephemer meets his gaze, still smiling, his expression bright and inviting. Ven feels the corners of his mouth twitch upwards in response. A hesitant, hopeful resolve begins to build behind his ribs. Even if it’s not okay, even if it makes him selfish, Ven doesn’t want to change this moment for the world. Even if everything else falls down around them, he hopes the five of them can stay like this for just a little longer.

@stvrslight !

[ao3feed-ichiruki]

The Dragon and the Knight

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7vpcPX3

by WishMoon (A_Wish_On_the_Moon)

Or: He is the beast who should have fallen to her blade, had her heart not wavered so.

Then, again, Kurosaki Ichigo isn’t the worst man she’s befriended.

[ Originally written for Another Life: An IchiRuki AU Zine's Fairytale Booklet Stretch Goal. ]

Words: 1246, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Bleach

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Kuchiki Rukia, Kurosaki Ichigo, Kurosaki Karin, Kurosaki Yuzu, Hitsugaya Toushirou - Mentioned, Hanakari Jinta, Tsumugiya Ururu, Urahara Kisuke, Shiba Miyako

Relationships: Kuchiki Rukia/Kurosaki Ichigo, Kuchiki Rukia & Kurosaki Ichigo, Kurosaki Ichigo & Kurosaki Karin & Kurosaki Yuzu, Kurosaki Ichigo & Kurosaki Karin, Kurosaki Ichigo & Kurosaki Yuzu, Kuchiki Rukia & Kurosaki Karin & Kurosaki Yuzu, Kuchiki Rukia & Kurosaki Karin, Kuchiki Rukia & Kurosaki Yuzu, Kuchiki Byakuya & Kuchiki Rukia, Kuchiki Rukia & Shiba Miyako, Hitsugaya Toushirou/Kurosaki Karin, Hitsugaya Toushirou & Kurosaki Karin, Hanakari Jinta/Kurosaki Yuzu, Hanakari Jinta & Kurosaki Karin, Shiba Kaien/Shiba Miyako

Additional Tags: Bleach Another Life IchiRuki AU Zine 2021, Ichiruki, hitsukarin - Freeform, AU - Medieval, The Princess and the Knight, but Subverted, Dragon Kurosaki Ichigo, Knight Kuchiki Rukia, BAMF Kuchiki Rukia, Kurosaki Ichigo is Bad at Feelings, Rukia is too, Protective Siblings, equally teasing sisters, Ichigo means well, but Karin and Yuzu don't need him to hover, Engagement, tfw your sister is growing up, Male-Female Friendship, Bonding, Duty, Honor, Rukia tries to kill Ichigo, except then she doesn't, Inter-species friendship, technically, Thief Hanakari Jinta, Princess Kurosaki Karin, Princess Kurosaki Yuzu, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Traveling Salesman Urahara Kisuke, Queen Shiba Miyako, King Shiba Kaien

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7vpcPX3

[yan-twst]

hello! can I request a fluff dorm leaders reaction to the Yuu/reader proposing to them

tfw you were gonna use the word "fiancé(e)" but it's a goddamn french word so it's gendered and the parenthesis looks ugly as hell and isn't even a gender neutral alternative ヽ(；▽；)ノ

riddle rosehearts

he'd immediately go cherry red and be at a loss for words

he'd be internally scrambling to respond, knowing that he has to say something, but his mind is drawing blanks. is this- this is happening. oh god it's happening

he'd barely choke out a "yes" before taking his darling into a tight hug; he's overwhelmed with emotion. he loves them more than anything: to know they want to spend the rest of their life with him, even with all his oddities and habits...

he wouldn't cry, but he'd get teary eyed in the hug, telling his darling how much he loves them. he'd spent so much of his life under his mother's thumb, being shaped into the "perfect son"- but now, he had found someone who wanted to share a future with him as he was, without making him change

leona kingscholar

the prince would freeze for a second, then quickly react with a fond laugh- of course he wants to marry his darling! duh. he'd say yes and immediately sweep his darling off their feet

he'd immediately smother them with kisses- he actually doesn't know exactly how to react, but he's so happy and full of love that his instincts tell him to kiss his darling.

for a long time, leona had never thought anyone would want to be with him- leave alone marry; he was known as a grumpy, violent and useless second prince, and he'd assumed that his brother, farena, would end up arranging some marriage to get him out of the palace. but it won't be that way- now he has his darling, and they're the ones telling him they wish to spend their life with him

he usually tries to downplay his excitement and emotions, but he can't for this particular ocasion. of course he can't: his darling is once again showing him how much they love him- he hasn't felt so happy and excited for the futufe in a long time

azul ashengrotto

he'd immediately gasp and cover his mouth in shock. did he- did he hear right?! a proposal, coming from his darling- to him...?!

he cries from joy. absolutely reduced to tears, his usual cool and sly act completely gone as the wave of emotions hits him. he's crying and trying to speak at the same time, barely even making a coherent "yes" as he wraps his darling into a hug

he always thought his future was lonely; part from how insecure he felt of himself due to his childhood bullying, and part because he knew his business was shady and nobody trusted him. so to be there, holding his beloved in his arms, accepting their proposal- it's better than a dream

for once, all his insecurities melt away for a second- his darling chose him, they popped the question to him. they love him and want to spend their life with him- the happy tears don't stop flowing, even if he's wetting his darling's shoulder with them

kalim al-asim

he's on the moon and almost jumping when his darling pops the question. is it even a question?! of course he wants to marry them! he's the luckiest man in the world!!

despite growing up seeing his father be rather dismissive of some of his wives, kalim deeply believes in love and marriage from fairytales and legends. his darling wants to marry him; that's the ultimate expression of love! oh, he loves them so much!!

he cries a little from the excitement, but he's mostly just full of energy. he's bouncing all over, hugging and kissing his darling, twirling them around- he's overjoyed and it shows

he'll immediately want to inform everyone he cares for of the good news- his darling might have been the first to propose, but now kalim gets to throw a big parade for his now bethroted! he ha to show the world his joy and love!

vil schoenheit

for such a dramatic man, vil is rendered speechless when his darling proposes to him on a date night. his eyes are wide and his cheeks go red- for a second, there's silence. he seems to be getting teary-eyed, but holds back the tears; he cannot have his mascara running while he's being proposed to!

he'll say yes in the most flowery, poetic way he can while holding back tears and practically shaking from how excited and happy he is. he can't believe his darling was the first to propose; however, the amount of joy he feels more than makes up for the fact they caught him off guard

he'd take them into his arms and kiss them- for today, he won't fuss about ruining his lipstick. there's much more important matters- of course they are! he was just proposed to by the love of his life!

he'll feel the urge to slow dance with hus darling. he just wants to hold them close, and gently sway with them for a while; he wishes he could say more, but the only words he seems to be able to muster from his love-overdriven heart are variations of "i love you" at the moment

idia shroud

he's shaking a bit when his darling begins to ask the fateful question. could it be- is he dreaming? he has to be dreaming, right...? could it truly be someone as amazing and beautiful as his darling is asking to spend the rest of their life with someone like him...?

he'll ask them if they're sure- to propose to him?! truly?! his darling probably already knows idia is quite peculiar in this sense; he's reassured by their gentle explanations. yes, they love him, yes, they want to share their future with him- and once he's convinced, he basically cries out yes

he feels like he just got the maximum achievement in life- the cutscenes from games where you can propose to characters absolutely do not compare to the real thing, he concludes. he's flustered and overjoyed- he doesn't even notice he's instinctively hugged his darling thight, or that there's tears in his eyes

he cannot comprehend how such an amazing person like his darling would want to stay by his side and love him for the rest of their lives; however, he can't think of a happier future

malleus draconia

he remembers his darling had once asked what dragon fae like him did when proposing and marrying- what were their traditions? did they do anything different from humans? at the time, malleus had assumed that his darling was merely curious

but when his darling surprises him with a traditional fae proposal from his land (well, as good as one that a magicless, non-fae could make), he realizes how foolish he was: of course his darling would go the extra mile. and it worked- he couldn't even begin to express how touched he was

a promise to spend the rest of their time together... for humans with such short lives, the promise meant a lot; and to malleus, it meant even more. that his darling loved him so much, that they saw a future with him when everyone else in his life seemed to flee in terror from him- it brings a tear to his eye

he'd immediately take his darling's hand into his, and then gently pull them close, touching his forehead to theirs. they were truly a special, beautiful person, weren't they? of course he'd accept their proposal- he couldn't see any better way to spend the upcoming years

[deancasbigbang]

The Lernaean Bow

Author: zaffre

Artist: verobatto-angelxhunter

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Length: 44201

Warnings: brief torture

Tags: Greek mythology, dying Dean, shipper Sam, love confessions, fairy tales, first time, friends to lovers, happy ending, wings, first kiss

Summary: Real life isn’t a fairytale, and TFW knows that better than anyone. But after Cas keeps spinning yarns for Dean while he’s dying, Dean is left wondering about a common theme in those stories. Will he figure out the message in time or will Cas forever believe he’s unwanted? Meanwhile, Meg’s stirring up ancient trouble with the help of a Greek goddess, and Sam just wants a good night’s sleep for once.

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