#there are fairy tales within fairy tales?

[trancylovecraft]

I've been thinking about the blood of an unwilling covenant constantly since I first read it and just wanted to tell you, also saw you mention that you probably weren't going to explain the situation with F/Ns parents in fic and wanted you to know I am VERY curious as to what their deal is

EGEGHJIRUGHRHGUI IM HAPPY TO HEAR THAT YOU ENJOYED THE FIC SM!!! I'll be happy to answer, Mostly because if I do a one-shot or smth on it, it may be a while-

AND I KINDA REALLY WANNA RAMBLE.

OK SO. Before I explain I suggest you read the translation of The Official Blue Exorcist Side Story: Bloody Fairytale. You can find a translation here done by @29rynoah which I have read sEVERAL times over. I highly recommend it as it's one of my favourite stories from AOEX.

However if you wanna skip that, Tis cool.

[F/N]'s mother is Maria LaMorte from Bloody Fairytale, Who had given birth to [F/N] during her imprisonment within The Vatican.

[F/N] herself is probably the oldest of the exwires, Her birthday being sometime within early January.

Now here's the million dollar question, Who is the father?

Shiro Fujimoto.

During the events of Bloody Fairy-tale- Maria is in the middle of completing her rather grandeur goal of trying to turn the town into naberius' and other adjacent creatures. Of course, This doesn't go to plan though, When Shiro and Johan show up unexpectedly within the invasion.

Maria of course, As the story goes, Plays the victim and pretends that she had no idea what's going on.

Shiro, Johan, Maria and the rest of the townspeople barricade in the church as normal. The story continues on however there's a switch in the story.

Shiro approaches Maria who is leaning over on the balcony. Of course, Shiro keeps up his demeanour, Already aware of Maria and her intentions. They get to talking and Maria herself is attracted to Shiro despite not recognising her own feelings.

Though, Maria herself DOES recognise seduction as a way of manipulating others.

So of course one thing leads to another and suddenly you have the both of them climbing out of the same makeshift bed. Maria came out of this with much more complicated feelings than she had thought she'd have.

But on the other hand?

Shiro himself is at the point in his life where he's much more dark and gritty than the one we see raising the twins. This is an average thing for him, He's a player, He sleeps with women left and right. He knew very well that this was an attempt to manipulate his feelings.

But to be honest? He doesn't care.

The story plays out like normal afterwards. Shiro exposes Maria's plan and she gets sent off to the Vatican for Life imprisonment. Shiro and Mephisto get in the car and they drive off as normal.

However this time, Maria comes out of it pregnant with [F/N].

She was born almost one year before The Blue Night within a holding cell in The Vatican. Her birth was completely unexpected from both the guards as well as Maria, Who was one of the rare cases of not showing at all during a pregnancy.

[F/N] was born fragile and weak, Both doctors and guards believing she would die soon after birth. And on records? That's how it went.

According to The Vatican, The baby died a few hours after being delivered. Shiro was told of the baby's existence while he was caring for the twins.

Of course, At this time he's a different person from who he was a year ago (Post-Blue Night) and now feels shocked and a bit of regret for not knowing of [F/N]'s existence.

However, There wasn't much he could do now.

The baby had died, He couldn't change that.

However despite what the records have said. Some of the staff that were employed to help deliver the child had sworn that they saw a tall man carrying away a baby in his arms. His identity unknown, Hidden by the darkness of the night.

[F/N] was left on the doorstep of the youth centre in Japan without a single note or any clue as to where she came from. The youth centre, After having no parents claim the child, Took her in and raised her within the adoption system.

It's still unclear where her penchant comes from, Though the leading theory is the mixture of demonic influence from both sides of her parents (Maria's being her association with undead demons, Specifically Kin of Astaroth. Shiro's being the fact that he's a clone as well as a bit of satanic influence lingering on him. So much so that in some aspects, You can consider [F/N] somewhat related to Satan in a sort of 3rd parent situation.)

Perhaps you can even consider her not entirely human. Though, That part is up for interpretation.

But as it stands? Her two birth parents are Maria LaMorte and Shiro Fujimoto.

-TML

[majoresca]

Floating Palace, Part 2.

Mixed feelings about this scene:

This whole thing about "all women competing for men's attention" and seeing other women as competition is really boring and stereotypical. Even more so, when it comes to a couple like Roland and Miranda, since they both already had previous relationships, having lost their partners in equally tragic ways.

Then, they would know better than to be jealous of each other, as they would be more mature when it comes to trust and the feelings of others.

On the other hand, I confess that Miranda's expression of disapproval of Roland's silly face is a little funny.

Queen Emmaline is a mermaid, and they are known for enchanting humans with their songs and and beautiful appearance. Besides being a queen since birth, unlike Miranda who was a peasant shoemaker.

( Maybe this somehow made Miranda insecure?)

So it would be a case of Queen Emmaline having a somewhat unfair advantage, if Roland wasn't alredy in love with Miranda and they weren't married.

( Imagine how jealous she must have been of Birk at the time that he was alive, and they were still engaged. Since he was the captain of a ship, inaddition to months at sea, some "land women" would be as insistent as seagulls circling over fishing boats.)

And it turns out that Roland ended up being impressed by someone who slightly resembles his current wife, with curly brown hair and who has a strong feeling of love for her family.

[fictionadventurer]

The essay about the fairy tale influences on the Little House series goes into great detail about all the fairy tale elements of Little House in the Big Woods, and mentions how the series ends with Laura marrying her "Prince Charming", but I'm disappointed that it completely failed to mention:

Mr. Edwards is portrayed as almost a magical helper. His "wildcat from Tennessee" characterization draws from tall tale traditions like Davy Crockett--a distinctly American legendary figure come to help the frontier family. The fact that he's portrayed as literally meeting and collaborating with Santa Claus. The way he shows up several books later as a deus ex machina to help Pa get his homestead--almost like the fairy tale trope of the magical creature getting help from the hero early on and then coming back to help the hero.

The moment with the wolves on Silver Lake that's portrayed like a mystical encounter with some grand and tragic fairy king.

The moment in the fairy ring at the end of Silver Lake, and how these two moments create a fairy tale theme about the tension between the magical and the mundane as the prairie is settled.

Cap Garland having an almost magical sense of direction that helps him to reach the town and get help when the schoolteacher is leading the rest of the students the wrong way.

Almanzo and Cap going on a fairy tale quest to find the potentially-mythical supplies that could save the whole town.

[exsofa]

anniversary

[iphigeniacomplex]

the way storytelling functions in tabletop games strikes me as very rich ground for folklore tellings. the role of teller is already an active one, full of decisions; the same basic story can and will be told wildly differently depending on audience, cultural context, intent, personal outlook, et cetera. i am reminded of angela carter's recollection of her childhood experience with immersive telling: "my maternal grandmother used to say, 'lift up the latch and walk in,' when she told it to me when i was a child; and at the conclusion, when the wolf jumps on little red riding hood and gobbles her up, my grandmother used to pretend to eat me, which made me squeak and gibber with excited pleasure." translating that to the collaborative storytelling format of a role-playing game feels like a return to oral tradition in a lot of ways. life COULD be a dream!

[fuedalreesespieces]

99.5% of inuyasha's youkai dna has to be concentrated in his hair because how the fuck did it not get cut off at some point especially while he was carrying that huge ass sword

[aro-culture-is]

Romance favorable aro culture is being a little sad that you won't get to meet someone who you'll have a fairytale ending with becuase you don't really fall in love. I'm still upset that I dont

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[bookshelf-in-progress]

Me: I have so many fairy tale retellings that I was already planning on working on. It'll be easy to just pick one and finish it before Valentine's Day.

My brain: That's cool!

My brain: But what if

My brain: and hear me out

My brain: What if you came up with an entirely new retelling?

Me:

Me:

Me: I'm listening.

[landwriter]

first lines/last fics x10

thank you for the tags, @serenailith and @virgo-dream! never gotten this one before!

Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

As a child, Duncan had been frightened of the dark. -from the upcoming Oaths chapter

Hob Gadling loves the way living language changes. -The Death of Translation

It’s just like love, but it's not. In the winter, falling ash can be mistaken for snow. -Just Like Love

Once upon a time, there was a boy born in the summer, whose destiny was winter. -Flower King

It was not, actually, love at first sight. -Emissary of the Night

The sound of waves lapping against the shore makes it seem like they’re saying hush hush hush, but you are hearing it wrong. -Black Shore

There are two things that Dream does only once a century. -Border Country

Hob stood alone inside a lovely limestone cathedral. -Saint Morpheus

It may surprise you to hear that many in my life think me unfeeling after my outburst, but I am certain you will wish they were right by the end of this letter. -Unsent Letter from Dream of the Endless to one Hob Gadling, circa June 1889 (not quite a fic but we're only at nine haha)

Hob tipped his face up to the sun and shut his eyes. He breathed in deep, and let the smoke from the burning heather sting the back of his throat. He was going to get piss drunk tonight. He’d earned it. -Oaths (the actual first lines lol, just to hit ten)

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Tagging @mandolinearts @delta-pavonis @teejaystumbles @tj-dragonblade @hardly-an-escape @that-banhus @slythernim @dsudis @pellaaearien @wordsinhaled if you're down!

[kaylorfossil]

🏹⛅️👵🏻 Fossil Facts 👵🏻⛅️🏹

I just listened to The Great War for the first time.

😭😭😭

Kaylor: Never Doubted/Never Dissed Club (Founder and Chairfossil since 2015 🏆)

[knightofleo]

“So it was Christmas Eve, and she thought to herself that she would go to Matins on Christmas morning, for she was a regular at church, and so she put out some coffee, so that she would have something warm to drink, so that she wasn’t fasting.”

“When she awoke, the moon was shining on to the floor, but when she got up to look at the clock, it had stopped, and the hands pointed at half-past eleven. She didn’t know what time of night it was, so she went to the window and looked out towards the church. There was light in all of the church windows, so she woke her maid and had her boil the coffee whilst she dressed, took her psalter, and went off to church.”

“The street was very quiet, and she didn’t see a single person on the way. When she came to church, she sat in the pew that she usually sat in, but when she looked around her, she thought that everyone looked so pale and strange, just as if they were dead, every one of them. There was no-one there she knew, but there were many she thought she had seen before, but she couldn’t remember where she had seen them.“ 

“When the parson entered the pulpit, he was none of the town’s parsons, he was a tall, pale man, and she thought she should recognize him, too. He preached a beautiful sermon, and there wasn’t the coughing and hacking there usually is at Matins on Christmas morning—it was so quiet that she was terrified.“

“When they began to sing again, a woman who was sitting beside her bent towards her and whispered in her ear: ‘Throw your coat around you and leave; for if you stay until it’s finished here, they will make an end of you. The dead are holding service.” For when she heard the voice and looked at the woman, she recognized her; it was her neighbour who had died many years before, and when she looked around the church again, she remembered how she had seen both the parson and many of the congregation before, and that they were all long dead.”

“She turned to ice, so fearful she was.  She threw her coat around her, as the woman had said, and left the church. But as she went, she felt them all turn and grasp after her, and her legs began to tremble under her, so that she nearly sank to the church floor. When she came out on to the church steps, she felt that they took hold of her coat; she let go of it, let them have it, and hurried home as quickly as she could. When she came in the door, the clock struck one, and when she was in, she was nearly half dead, so anxious she was.“

“In the morning, when people came to the church, the coat lay on the steps, but it had been ripped into a thousand pieces.”

 - An Old-Fashioned Christmas Eve, Asbjørnsen & Moe

[popsixsquishcicerolipschitz]

Once Within A Time from Oscilloscope Laboratories

Genres: Sci Fi + Fantasy

Duration: 51 minutes

Availability: Limited + Show

Celebrated director Godfrey Reggio (Koyaanisqatsi) returns after ten years with a new experimental film unlike any other from his already daring career: a bardic fairy tale about the end of the world and the beginning of a new one, tinged with apocalyptic comedy, rapturous cinematography, unforgettable vistas, and the innocence and hopes of a new generation. Featuring an electrifying score composed by Reggio’s longtime collaborator Philip Glass with additional vocals from Sussan Deyhim and co-directed by veteran editor and filmmaker Jon Kane, ONCE WITHIN A TIME is the indie revelation of the year.

[miksweety]

“This is why whoever is not afraid of the devil can tear out his hair and win the entire world.”

Jacob Grimm

An album full of dark-folk tales is on its way to you.

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[ofyorkshire]

anyway. kinda want an au where another muse notices bj is behaving oddly and pieces together (or is told, depending on how much bj trusts them) that he's planning to confront and likely kill his abusive guardian (which... they may or may not know about; again, depends on his relationship with them and how much trust he has in them to hold that information safely, without judgement... he has no reason to be ashamed, but is, you know?).

there's no right or wrong response to that, whether they'd help him, turn a blind eye, try to stop him, or somewhere in-between, but. i'm curious what their reaction would be. how do you react to a friend you loved and trusted planning a murder?

[writeinhellwithme]

Once upon a time, there was an old hag who lived in the woods. She lived near a small village, in which lived a young girl. The villagers whispered amongst themselves of the old hag in the woods, some saying she kidnapped children, others saying she stole luck, and some saying she would grant wishes, if one knew how to ask. One day, a hero came to the town. The townspeople asked the hero to slay the old hag for them, and the hero promised to do so and return with her head. The hero went off into the woods, and never returned. A few years passed, and the young girl grew. She made friends, she got a younger brother, and she learned. Then, one day, a different hero came to the town. This hero, too, promised to slay the hag, and this one, too, never returned.

The years passed, and the young girl turned into a young woman. She dated, she got more younger siblings, and her father passed away. More heroes came, too, all making promises they never kept.

One day, the young woman’s youngest little sister went missing. The people in the town blamed the hag, mourning the fact that no heroes had been able to slay her. The young woman, unwilling to wait for a new hero to come, took up a poker from the fireplace and her late father’s hunting knife, and set off into the woods to find the hag herself. She traveled through the woods, following the old nursery rhyme that led her to the hag’s cottage. She got there after only a few days travel, and knocked on the door.

“Hag, I am here for my younger sister. Return her and we won’t have to fight.”

The door opened only moments later, and the young woman was shocked to see, not a hag, but another young woman. This woman was beautiful, in the same way a full moon is beautiful. She spoke with a voice like rainfall, saying, “I do not have your sister, although I know who does. What will you give me in exchange?”

The young woman thought. She didn’t have much, her family was very poor. So she gave what she could. “I will give you my time. One day, every week, I will do your bidding. This is all I have to offer.”

The ethereal woman nodded. “I accept.” She said. The not-hag then told the young woman of the nobleman, who stole children from the town for his servants, and blamed it on her. The young woman thanked her, and went on her way.

The young woman journeyed to the nobleman’s manor, and snuck in, retrieving her sister and hurrying back to the town. The townspeople were overjoyed to see her again, however they didn’t believe her, blaming her beliefs on the hag’s tricks.

The not-hag called upon the woman seven days after their meeting, saying, “it is time for you to fulfill your end of our deal. Come.”

The young woman followed the not-hag back to her cottage, where the not-hag sat her down at a table. “Tell me,” the not-hag said, “about your life.”

The young woman spoke, and the not-hag listened, until the sun began to set. Then the not-hag returned the young woman to the village, saying she would return the next week.

And so it continued. Once every week, the young woman would go with the not-hag, and they would talk. First it was of the young woman’s life, then of the village, and then of the not-hag.

The young woman heard the story of the unwanted spawn of a fey and a human, hiding in the woods, hunted by many, hated by all. She heard, and then she wept, and the not-hag wept too. And then they began to just talk.

A year passed in this manner, until one day, the day before the not-hag was due to collect the young woman, the nobleman came to the village. He summoned the young woman, and said, “You are a most beautiful young woman. I have decided that you will be my bride.” The young woman had no time to protest before she was taken away, and hidden in the same place manor as her sister had been a year before.

The not-hag still came to the young woman, and found her crying, locked in a large bedroom with guards at the door.

The young woman begged upon seeing her, “friend, please! Save me from this fate!”

The not-hag asked, “what will you give me in return?”

The young woman cried, “I will give you all of my time, and would give you all of my love, had you not taken it already.”

The nobleman went to search the room the next morning for his bride to be, and found only air.

Once upon a time, a young woman and a half fey lived in the woods. They were hated, and feared, but they had each other, and needed no one else.

[panvani]

From what positive reviews I've seen of A Little Life the attempts to justify the fact that it is just plainly an 800 page long parade of trauma porn have been so so stupid like just blatantly disregarding what actual aspects of the work could even theoretically be constructed as interesting to entirely fabricate a narrative about The Millenial Condition