#fairy 900 followers

[fairy-writes]

Hello! For the event, what do you think about Albert (Moriarty the Patriot) and the 9th action prompt? 👀

9) Showing up to surprise their lover when they’re in a long-distance relationship

ONE GOOD SURPRISE

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): Albert James Moriarty x Gender Neutral!Reader

Prompt: 9) Showing up to surprise their lover when they’re in a long-distance relationship (Action Prompt #9)

Notes: The mentioned war in this is fictional. I don’t know exactly when MTP occurs, so I’m making this up.

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It was safe to say you were miserable.

William could tell. 

Fred could tell. 

Hell, even Moran could tell. 

The only person who couldn’t tell was the only one who wasn’t there. 

Of course, you had letters. You exchanged them as frequently as the mail system would allow. Still, you didn't get many with Albert overseas managing soldiers in the East. You kept said letters in a box by your bedside, reading them by candlelight when missing your husband got particularly bad. 

Seven months, three weeks, and seventeen days since he had been gone with no end in sight. 

You sigh for the umpteenth time that day, and Moran throws down his cards in frustration.

“If you’re not gonna play, then don’t play! I don’t want to play with you while you’re mopey and depressed!” He snaps, and you glare in his direction. He flinches at the frosty look and holds up his hands with a “geez, sorry.” 

Eventually, you leave Moran alone, and he bugs Fred into playing a round of poker with him and Jack. 

William finds you out in the gardens of the Moriarty estate. 

He sits beside you without a word as you read through Albert’s latest letter. It had been delivered earlier that week. It contained the usual: whatever updates he could give you, responses to your letters, how much he missed and loved you, and asked the occasional odd question when he detailed what he had been doing since his last letter. 

“I’m being insufferable, aren’t I?” You ask your younger brother-in-law, who simply hums as he watches a light breeze sway the flowers Fred worked so hard for. 

“I don’t believe you’re being insufferable. A little tiresome to deal with, maybe, but everyone understands why so they don’t mind.” He says, and you look up from the letter,

“Except for Moran. I think he’s about ready to wring my neck.” William huffs out a laugh at that. 

“Except for maybe Moran.” He agrees. 

The two of you sit in silence for a minute. But it isn’t an uncomfortable silence. Instead, it’s warm and welcoming. It was something you sorely missed from Albert. 

And something you likely wouldn’t have for a while. 

“I’m afraid I must get back to my duties. With Albert gone, his responsibilities as a Lord have fallen to me.” William says and stands. He offers you a smile that has something concealed behind it. 

What was he hiding?

You narrow your eyes, but he says nothing more, instead leaving you to your own devices as you trace the letters in Albert’s note with your thumb. 

“They’re rather beautiful, aren’t they?” Comes a familiar voice, and your heart stops. You stand shakily, turning around to see your husband standing at the entrance to the gardens. He hadn’t even changed from his uniform, his medals decorating his breast and glinting in the sunlight. His hair was mussed and tousled from the wind, and running his hand through it. You swear you could see soot from gunfire staining his cheek. He looks tired as if he had come from the docks directly here. 

He likely had.

You set the papers down inside the box of letters you had been carrying with you, all the while looking at Albert. He sets down his hat and opens his arms, and the floodgates burst open. 

You crash into your husband and knock him to the ground in a bear hug. Your arms go around his neck, and you’re kissing him desperately. He cradles your cheeks, and you can almost taste the tears streaking someone’s cheeks. Whether they’re his or yours, you can’t tell.

But that doesn’t matter. 

Seven months, three weeks, and seventeen days later, he was finally home. 

#albert james moriarty x reader #albert moriarty x reader #albert x reader #mtp albert x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #mtp x reader #moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #ynm #moriarty the patriot albert #albert james moriarty #fairy writes #fairy writes 900 followers #fairy 900 followers

[snarky-art]

The Grand Mages, my version of The Major Fairies in my Winx rewrite.

The reason for the term Mages instead of Major Fairies is that they weren’t all Fairies throughout history and it isn’t a requirement that they be fairies either. The reason for them all being fairies now is that they’re simply the most common group of magic users left on Earth currently after the great scourge of death and purging magical beings experienced on the planet.

The Grand Mages are chosen by The Grand Council, the delegation for magical beings on Earth, which is now on Tír na nÓg presently.

The current Grand Mages are as follows, some with a lot of info (mainly Sybilla) and some with simple brief descriptions, including so e job descriptions, personal histories, believix info and general lore below the cut:)

Nebula, Grand Mage of Peace. Her title is kept all throughout her history, not changed like it is in the series to war, for peace comes as the end goal, and to that with the Grand Mage title, if war is needed to achieve that, then so be it.

She is the second youngest, older than Aurora by about 900 years, born around the year of what we would call 400 CE. She is around the same age as Morgana, only a few years younger.

She would be classified as one of the Picts in the eyes of humans, born in what would later become known as the area of Scotland at the time before the Celts. As I mentioned in my first ask with her, I know there are issues of debated anachronism regarding The Picts and blue war paint, but it fit her color palette and I thought it looked cool on her so we’re going to say it was indeed a thing in this version of history, but as a result of the magical beings there mainly being the ones who utilized it.

As also mentioned in my original ask with her, she doesn’t always use her magic to treat her wounds, taking certain pride in her battle scars, showing them as a way to say “you see? No matter how many times you try to beat me down, I cannot be quashed. You cannot best me, I will always retaliate and I will always come back and so long as I am alive, I will win.”

Aurora is The Grand Mage of The North, a title given to the being who guards the Lovix transformation. She is the youngest of the current Grand Mages, being only 700 years old. It is her job to preside over the domain that Lovix is connected to (the areas of what are labeled as Fennoscandia) for if the connection to the areas the transformations were birthed from is severed or lost, those transformations cannot be accessed anymore. Her dedication, quick wit, and drive to protect and honor the land her master, The Grand Mage of The North before her guarded, is what lead to her being selected as the next one despite her relatively young age when compared to the other magical beings who served under the previous Grand Mage. This retired Grand Mage now lives at the small community that is located in what we would call Northern Sweden in the wilderness that she and the other followers dedicated to this cause call their home. This area acts as their headquarters of sorts.

Aurora is in change of overseeing all areas of Earth’s Northern Hemisphere and doing what she can to ensure general harmony with the energy of the planet and its environment, with her main focus being on guarding that area Lovix is tied to. Her primary way of combatting any serious issues humans intact on the environment and any disruption they cause is through the use of environmental influence, such as extreme cold, blizzards, long winters, early frosts, etc, causing things like famine, poor harvests, or direct death from the elements.

Diana is The Grand Mage of The South, her main location insulated to where she was born in what is referred to as modern day Bolivia. Sophix is connected to what is known today as The Amazon Rainforest, and this area must be protected with regard to the transformation for the same reason as Lovix. Much like Aurora, she is also in charge of doing what she can to ensure general harmony with the nature and environment of the southern hemisphere of Earth’s planet.

A strong warrior and combatant, she has resorted to more direct force as a tactic to deal with the issues humans have been enacting on the planet, doing what she can to still stay as hidden from them as possible while attacking, or leaving no survivors. Her and Nebula are close, a love of sparring and battle strategy being a large basis for what they choose to do in any of the spare time they manage to have together.

She is the second oldest of The Grand Mages.

Sybilla is the oldest of The Grand Mages.

Her wings are present here, but she doesn’t usually have them out, simply not seeing a need to most of the time.

Lady of Justice is the title given by those of the order of Tír na nÓg, and this was the title given to her by many, magical and non magical, even before all magical beings were either sequestered away to there, killed, fled, or managed to blend in with the non magical beings.

She is much more elusive than the other Grand Mages and despite her very present record in that of history, she isn’t one to be easily reached, only deciding herself if it is worth it, answering to no single allegiance, creed, nation, etc. She is included in the category of The Grand Mages mainly by the choosing of the other Mages, and only agrees within her own terms to be accounted for as such.

Parts of magical history intermingle with non magical history in my thing. Her influence is felt in artwork, dress, customs, and tales from Greco-Roman antiquity, and even the time before that, during the eras of The Bronze Age with the Cycladic, Minoan, and Mycenaean civilizations, and then even before that.

Much like the term irl, Sybilla is a term that simply means prophetess and sprung forth to give to the term sybil, those being what they are in our real world tales too. In my thing tho, this term stems from her name first and went on to become synonymous and defined as prophetess.

There were other sybils just like in old stories, these being followers of hers who wanted to act in her stead and honor and provide their services too.

Sybilla is the supreme head though, and is the grand origin for this.

She goes into stasis for longer periods of time so despite being the oldest, turning to stone by choice, this time acting a long sleep for her. When she awakes, it feels like she has only blinked. Sometimes towns would be built around her stony form, alters erected around her, offerings brought, pilgrimages made. And then suddenly, the mortals will see her “statue” is suddenly gone, and when she chooses to rest again, the cycle begins anew. Sometimes new statues are erected where she used to rest, legends telling that it actually is her and not just a statue, others believing it was just a statue put there long ago and someone decided to steal it so a new one must be placed.

There are many of her form in many places for that reason among other, her acting as a type of saint or figure to be kept to watch over places or people or whatever is deemed to need watching, memorabilia of her present in the forms of previously memorials statues, small talisman type objects, her figure on handkerchiefs, tapestries, walls of buildings, etc.

She has a history of intermingling with non magical beings far more than any of the other Grand Mages, even more so than most magical beings in general. With regard to that and her actions, she chooses to sleep when she feels she has done her job for the time being, overseeing and acting as whatever the mortals feel she is during times of great strife, whether that label be as a guide, an oracle, a prophet, or sometimes even a god or goddess.

She also chooses to rest after helping with grand issues with magical affairs too just the same. She awakens when she chooses to, whether that be because something in the ambient energy of the Earth feels off, signaling a great change, she has been sought out by a being, magical or not, that has made a great plea that she deems worthy, or she has decided she simply doesn’t want to rest anymore.

Her form appears through much of human history in the areas of the modern day Mediterranean and she has many stories about her weaved through old long gone told tales and legends, many lost to time, some still present.

Her aging is less visible than on Diana as a result of her sporadic periods of stasis, who has stayed active and present for her whole life, which has resulted in peak milf status.

She has no eyes, having had them voluntarily removed to be fully dedicated to her cause of what she deems proper judgement and action.

#winx club #winx #winx club nebula #winx nebula #nebula winx #winx club aurora #winx aurora #aurora winx #Diana winx #winx club Diana #winx Diana #sybilla #Sybilla winx #winx Sybilla #Sybilla winx club #believix #world building #lore #winx club rewrite #winx rewrite #winx club redo #winx redo #winx club remake #winx remake #winx club redesign #winx redesign

[lyranova]

Hiya everyone! So, i know i haven’t posted my other requests (I’ll get to them before I get to these), but I decided to go ahead and post my 900 Follower Event before I forget! This is an AU event; which means that all requests will not take place in the BC universe! This is open for writing asks and for moodboard asks (so you can request for either one, or maybe even both if you want a moodboard to go with it).

On the list you will see an “Different Media AU!” option; below the list of AU’s you will have a list of different media to choose from (such as The Mummy, Pacific Rim, etc). Also, you will be allowed to request for CC x CC pairings but because I’m still a little burnt out on them, I will only accept a handful of them. But please feel free to ask! And some of these AU’s can be combined (such as College and Sports, or Victorian and Monster), and these AU’s will be combined with others that are not on the list!

This event will run from April 19-26th!

List of different medias for the Media!AU:

• The Mummy

• Final Fantasy VII

• Avatar: The Last Airbender

• Sherlock Holmes

• Disney Movies

• Fairy Tail

#black clover #900 follower event #black clover au event #black clover moodboard #black clover oneshot

[fbfh]

girl dad!steve x reader hcs

wc: 900

pairing: dad!steve x mom!reader (no pronouns used)

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, steve has six little nuggets, steve is a good dad, steve is raising his daughters right, lots and lots of glittery girly hyperfemininity

a/n: I'm thinking and planning and plotting and scheming!!! good things to come!!!! also happy almost new year (as of the time I'm writing this lol)

tags: @yesv01 @hopefullhearts @littlewinter1917 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl  @Sad-brunnettee @ilikemypolarbear @lubsana @cowboylikekelsey @paris-loves-dustin @girlfriendwhoseawitch @the-snake-pit @hxgemxscles @demirunner @cosmiq-cloud @if-only-i-was-fictional @brinaslittlefreak @almostjollypizza  @mystic-writings  @babiesimagines @Fictionalcomforts  @lizziebitch33 @urmum-xoxo @legramilis @mrscarolscaramoucheplease

Steve Harrington is 100% without a doubt  a girl dad

He knew 

Even before any of your girls were born

That they would all have two things

His perfect hair and winning personality

Unfortunately he knows there’s also a pretty good chance they might have some of that mean girl streak he retired in high school

He’s fully aware of that going into this

And he doesn’t want his kids to make the same mistakes he did

So he really prioritizes teaching them from a young age to be compassionate and think about how their words and actions could affect other people

To look out for the kids that are shy or lonely or don’t have anyone to play with

He teaches them to use their powers for good, like aunt El

But before we get into any more of that

When Steve realized all six of your kids were going to be girls???

He was so over the moon

He initially was hoping for three girls and three boys

You had two girls back to back at first

Then for your third pregnancy, you found out you were having twins

Both girls 

After your fifth girl he realized you could go 6 for 6 all girls

The idea made him way more excited than he expected to be

In the second trimester of your sixth pregnancy, the doctor looked at the ultrasound closely before turning to you and steve with a smile

“It’s a girl!” 

Steve was so happy 

He couldn’t stop hugging you and crying 

Kissing your forehead, thanking you for giving him such beautiful children, such a beautiful family 

When you were pregnant with the twins, he really started stocking up on girl stuff for them

He realized he’s going to jump from two daughters to four

And if Steve Harrington is anything, he’s a provider

He gets your oldest two to help him pick out stuff for them and their new sisters

Barbies, baby dolls, nail polish, hair accessories, dress up costumes, my little ponies, polly pocket sets, and much more

All picked out by them 

Soon find their way into your living room and nursery 

Not to mention the books and movies about princesses, fairies, fashion, friendship, and every other hyperfeminine childhood dream

And all the classics about sisterhood too

Vhs tapes of pride and prejudice, little women, sense and sensibility, fiddler on the roof

Even my neighbor totoro 

Are all quick to become favorites at your house 

A few years later when all six of your girls are here

Steve has become a master at being a girl dad

He can braid hair like a champion and he’s never met a tea party he didn’t like 

And every time one of your girls brings home a new friend, quietly telling steve that they were playing by themselves and she didn’t want them to feel lonely 

He knows he’s done his job well

Don’t get me wrong, there have been times where someone’s copped an attitude and been grounded from lip gloss or butterfly clips for a few days to keep that in check 

But for the most part they remember and follow every word of their dad’s advice

As mentioned in another post, sleepovers are a huge deal 

Once a week you’ll rent a couple movies for your girls so they can watch and play barbies while you and Steve plan and coordinate schedules for the upcoming week 

There’s usually some birthday party or sleepover 

And there’s definitely more than a few play dates to coordinate too

Plus ballet classes, gymnastics, girl scouts

Not to mention the horse riding lessons your twins have been begging you for

You both sit down with some coffee or tea and get everything planned out

It takes some effort to coordinate pick ups and drop offs and homework assignments 

But it means his girls are happy, so he really loves to do it

The only flaw in Steve’s parenting 

The one thing you’ve been warning him not to do too much 

Is spoil them

But your stevie really is a provider at heart

When his girls beg him for something with puppy eyes 

Especially if they all ask together to wear him down

He doesn’t stand a chance

Besides, he really really loves spoiling them

He loves seeing his girls happy 

Every time he caves, it’s always followed with a “alright, now let’s pick something out for your mom” 

Because holy shit he loves spoiling you too

He loves you so much

He loves everything about you

And he especially loves the beautiful family you gave him 

Every day his daughters remind him more and more of you

And he really couldn’t be prouder

He’s looking forward to when the years full of makeup and dates and prom dress shopping 

And everything before and after that 

He’s so proud of who they are and who they’re going to become

He’s so proud to be their dad

And to get to parent them alongside you

There’s not one day that goes by without glitter and lisa frank stickers and lip gloss and hair clips

And there’s not a day that goes by without laughter and smiles and hugs a

And Steve telling all of you how much he loves you

#steve harrington #steve harrington headcanons #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things headcanons #dad!steve harrington #girl dad!steve #girl dad steve harrington

[nocompromise-noregrets]

unpublished fics game

Tagged by @thatonetimetraveller - thank you! <333333

I haven't many at the moment, and I am definitely not at home to the idea fairy just lately so most of these are actually longstanding WIPs that aren't quite behaving themselves and aren't being actively worked on.

Completely unwritten:

Sequel to Break You But You'll Mend, which was going to be later chapters of that story but it was doing my head in so I've chosen to end it at a convenient point and then put all the subplot stuff in a new story. In essence, Sigrid and Tilda (reborn in Valinor because Auriel (Thranduil's wife) went and gave the Valar a piece of her mind for letting Thranduil almost fade from grief though he'd defended his corner of Middle-Earth from Sauron for thousands of years alone, and demanded they send Bard back, and when he arrived he was accompanied by his daughters and his wife (Maudie)) are not happy with how unfair it is that they got to come back but any number of other people there have mortal loved ones who aren't coming back, and come up with the idea of putting their case before the Valar and persuading them to change the rules. It's going to be plotty and complicated and is therefore giving me the Fear, because I don't do either a) plot or b) complication.

The Sigrid-and-Tauriel queerplatonic companion story to My Heart Is An Empty Vessel, which I suspect at this point just plain isn't going to get written because I've run out of spoons where it's concerned. I've written little glimpses of them in EV-'verse, and various other beginnings for them, and I honestly don't think I have enough to write a proper long-form multi-chaptered fic. Which means that the full story of Elrond and co's visit to Dale from the later chapters of EV, including most of the Rivendell crew making friends with the Bardlings, is probably not going to happen, unless I manage some one-shots sometime.

A vague idea for Glorfindel Week sparked by this post about flowers spontaneously growing where Glorfindel is in Imladris, because they can't grow on his grave any more.

In progress in one way or another

Part four or whatever it is now of It's Always Been You, in which Rúmil and Orophin happen to be in Imladris not long after Legolas arrives after the Battle of the Five Armies and take issue with how the twins are treating him; they also meet young Estel, witness the aftermath of his first meeting with Arwen, and then the idea was to follow the characters up to the end of the War of the Ring (Haldir DOES NOT DIE). I am very stuck with this one, and it feels like one of the long stories I tried and failed to write 20-odd years ago - I had the idea but not enough of it to fill it out.

The twins-make-their-choice fic, of which I have about 900 words. I am really struggling with it, mostly with knowing quite what form it's going to take and how the story is going to unfold. I've been circling it for a while now and nibbling at the edges of the problem with various other fics, so I'm fairly sure it's going to happen at some point, it's just...getting there.

A canon-'verse fic for Barduil Month week 2 involving a linguistic diplomatic incident for @myeaglesong which I'm halfway through, I'm just a bit tangled up in how the incident itself will unfold, having done the setup.

Another Dancing in the Dark-'verse fic, a direct sequel to there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me, delivering a happy ending for Barduil Month week 4. I've got a bit done but I've been singularly lacking in spoons this week, for no apparent reason, and it's also from Tilda's perspective and I haven't written much from her POV before, especially not a modern teenage version so it's taking a while.

The Legolas/Haldir-in-Ithilien fic I was intending to write for My Slashy Valentine's event for Keiliss in February 2023. Also not cooperating. >.<

All I Want Is You, which is getting more and more difficult the further we get from the summer of 2020 and I forget more and more of the historical details. Another one where I think I had the idea but not enough filling. I just need to get back on with it, I think, and it'll fill itself out. Possibly need to do that May writing challenge I reblogged earlier and try and write 200 words a day, which might kick it off.

Stars and Arrows, a sort-of-originalfic based on a really glorious moodboard and concept by @mihrsuri - featuring two rather familiar-looking Oxford professors in a possibly-the-future-of-Middle-Earth-set reincarnation story with a mysterious illuminated medieval manuscript, which again probably requires more plot than I'm capable of but I'm greatly enjoying writing scenes here and there.

Two of a Kind, the long-ongoing original novel (based on a very old fic from the fandom that does not speak its name) which I am stuck on in various places. If anyone wants to read 180-odd-k of damaged ex-street-kid musician idiots in love and help me fill in the gaps, please do let me know (but please heed the tags)! I was posting it to AO3 for a bit but got out of the swing of it and now I'm totally out of the habit, though I tend to do a few one-shots here and there mostly for Writers' Month and Writers' Pride Month.

I think that's all of them. More than I expected, but still...! Do please ask me about any that catch your eye, I am in dire need of talking about them, and it might just kickstart the muses...I do need interaction to spark the ideas, it turns out, I'm not great at this in isolation.

Tagging anyone who fancies taking part in this one!

#lotr #my writing

[annie-creates]

One day in a year

Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader (kinda platonic)

Genre: fluff

Words: 900

Note: We got a hundred followers! Thank you so much everyone for the support, likes, comments and requests sent. Here's a birthday fic to celebrate. Maybe I can add another character to my repertoire? What would you think? Who should it be? <3

It started with rain. You hated rain. It got you all wet and cold but without the childish excitement snow did. The weather made you not want to get out of bed, but you were a big girl and couldn’t hide away from your responsibilities just because you didn’t like the climate. It wasn’t even a weekend so the pleasure of sleeping in wasn’t indulged to you. With a heavy sigh you got out of bed, choosing a dress to wear today and leaving for breakfast, hoping there was still some sweets left for you.

Due to your absentminded state you accidentally put salt in your morning coffee. Not realizing your mistake earlier than when drinking the disgusting beverage. That only sunk your mood lower, feeling like a lonely rowboat in the middle of a thunderstorm ocean. Not even the blueberry muffin could pick up your sore mood. You rather went to class earlier than needed, not wanting to risk any more troubles. That proved to be quite of use when you almost crashed into a pillar, obviously not paying enough attention to where you’re going.

Students started to pour in just like the rain outside the window until the bell rang and you made sure everyone was here on time. You looked around your table, looking for your prepared materials for this lesson but finding none. You must have done the preparation, where did it go? You wouldn’t forget about such a thing…

“Ma’am, what about the test?” one of your students reminded you.

“A… test?” you asked confused until the realization downed on you. “Oh, the test! Well, I thought maybe we'll go over the study material for the test once more today and we’ll take the test next class.”

You tried to save the situation, which was celebrated by some, booed by others. You could tell who was happy to have more time to study and who wanted to be done with it already. How could you forget such a thing? You never forgot what you planned to do next time in class, let alone when you planed a quiz! You had to improvise the whole lesson and the ring announcing end of class was probably more freeing to you than it was to your students.

By the time of dinner you had changed your dress since you spilled your lunchtime cup of tea on yourself, two broken nails from trying to open some jars which normally wasn’t any problem for you and a scraped knee due your fall over the rocks in the garden. It was safe to say your day was completely ruined and you were ready to just lay in bed hidden under the blankets waiting for it to pass.

“Can’t I have just one day in a year to be perfect? Just one…” you whined to no one in particular, hoping to sleep the rest of the day away.

Your intentions were interrupted with a knock on your door. Why would anyone come to visit you this late? Can’t the universe just leave you alone already? Giving up on your hopes for a peaceful night, you got up and open the door, not expecting Lady Lesso to stand behind it. But there she was, graceful as always with her long coat and shiny cane. Sometimes you wondered if she was a daughter of a fairy of some sort.

“Can I help you?” you asked concerned, if she was here, it couldn’t be anything good right? Your day was already full of unfortunate events.

“I’ve noticed you haven’t been your usual annoyingly cheerful self today.” Her voice was completely blank as was her face. “And even tho I usually enjoy a piece of quiet, it was weirdly disturbing.”

“Uh… thank you..?” you didn’t know why she’s telling you this. “Did you come all the way here just to tell me you… didn’t like my unhappy mood?”

“Not entirely. I also came to give you this. Guessed it might help to cheer you up today.” She thrusted a small package into your hand turning on her heel. “Good night Y/n.” before you could say anything she already left.

With an inept shake of your head you got back inside your room, inspecting the parcel she gave you. It was packaged in a festive paper neatly tucked around. For a moment you contemplated if it was some type of prank. Will a bomb of glitter go of the moment you tore into the present? No, you were very certain Lesso was not one for glitter. Maybe a pocketknife will jump out and pierce your heart… But would she go all the way here just to slaughter you? You didn’t have any beef with her lately, did you?

With a shrug of your shoulders you opened the gift, a little note falling out on the ground. You picked it up, opening the piece of fancy paper. Happy birthday Y/n. That was all the note said, yet the three words warmed your heart up. She remembered your birthday. And she even gave you a gift. And not just some gift, but a rare edition of your favorite story book in your native language you have never seen before. You hugged the book to your chest, a genuine smile making it’s way to your face for the first time today. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad birthday after all.

#lady lesso x reader #lady lesso #lady lesso fluff #leonora lesso x reader #leonora lesso #lady leonora lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #the school for good and evil #school for good and evil #tsfgae #sge #fanfiction #fanfic #birthday #celebration

[konohamaru-sensei]

Fantasy AU ramblings

I've been more in my head about my Fairy Tail Fantasy Au lately and I thought I upload some of my initial thoughts here. Maybe I'll make a collection on AO3? Idk maybe that would make it too serious LOL

This AU would eventually have all the typical pairings (Jerza, Gruvia, NaLu etc), but I also have my OC Rhia included, plus @foolishk's OC Kaiya. But it was created for the juicy jerza dynamic specifically. So yeah, meow!

Anyway, two short stories I've written in this AU: Jellal and Erza before the winter war || Gray and Juvias first encounter.

Either way:

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Long ago, a hundred years before our story, three nymphs were born shortly after each other. Nymphs are almost ageless beings, sprouting from the ice in the caves of the highest peaks of the icy-mountain range. Kept away from humans they fear them and keep to each other until they return to the a thousand years later. Rumour has it that a nymph can decide to give up her years, become like a human, rumour says some have done it, but that is just stories of 900 year old elders, the young decide.

Kaiya was born first, in the year 644, from a puddle of melted ice. She was quiet, observant and too curious about old tales for her own good. Rhia followed just a footstep later, the year is 697, formed in a little waterfall in one of the deeper caves. Blessed and plagued by temperament not unlike raging water. Not even a breath later Juvia was the last, in the year 698, finding her form in deep iced water where she is most comfortable. 

All three instinctively know their name, all three are sisters in some way and not sisters in another. A hundred years will pass before they first grasp the world outside of their caves.

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In the year 770, when dragons and humans lived side by side still, a boy was born to the royal court of Magnolia. With a stern look in his eyes like the king and blue hair like the queen he was the image of his parents. He was lucky to be born a boy too, he would be the next in line for the kingdom. Proudly, his father named him after his own father, Jellal, and declared that he would raise his son to be a fine and just leader of the country. 

The happiness soon waned as little thin, red lines appeared on the baby's face on the right side. The pattern was unusual and the finest doctors in the land could not tell what had transpired. The king took his newborn to a witch, who was living amongst the shapeshifters in the forest. She followed the red lines with a slender, old finger. Cursed, she judged. The boy bore a curse of red that would be his destiny.

The king never again looked at his child as something to be proud of. He ordered the guards present to keep quiet about what had transpired in the forest. Soon the entire court knew that the prince was cursed. 

In that same year, 770, another boy was born not far from the city of Magnolia in the kingdom of Fiore. The old, aristocratic family of the Dreyars had long expected the next in line to lead the family estate. The marriage of his parents, arranged and loveless, had so far been unable to produce a child. Soon the boy, who had been named Laxus, learned of the violent tendencies of his father just as his mother had. Fearing for the child’s well being his grandfather stepped up instead and loved him more than both parents ever could.

Later the same year, 770, high up in the ice-mountains, where snow reigned and cold wind blew at all months of the year, a girl was born to the empress. The rules were different in the kingdom of ice than in the kingdoms walking in the sun, the child did not need to be a boy to be an empress. 

Her mother was happy to meet her, happy to be with her, after the months she had spent crying over the loss of her husband. Now, with her beautiful child in her arms, the empress cried too, because she could not contain the happiness she felt in other words. To reflect all the love of these first tears she named her child close to what was her own name, Ultear.

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771, the year following, another child was born to the court of Magnolia, tucked away in a barn where usually dragon children were housed. A girl, her hair as red as the one of her mothers and her eyes as hazel as her fathers. Desperate for her mother’s attention, the girl found only cold when she was being held. Her mother had suffered greatly while she had been carrying the baby and had no love left for her child now. 

Her mother was busy, she was important at court, she had no time for the girl. She hastily named her Erza and discarded her to the royal caretaker to be looked after. She soon learned that she was not the only child at court that had been abandoned there by their busy parents.

On the edges of the kingdom, just across the border, where the wind could already rip cold and unrelenting on your clothes, a child was born in the same year, 771. His parents had been expecting the little boy like it was the last missing piece and the big puzzle that was their love. 

Still, his arrival sprouted a little disappointment in his father. Blessed with red hair and long locks, his father had picked out the name for the boy long before he was even born, thinking his son would surely look like him. The boy, however, had inherited the looks from his mother’s side and was only blessed with thin, white hair that looked nothing like the name his father had chosen. They awarded him with it anyway and named him Lyon.

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A year later, in 772, in an especially ice winter in the north, not far from the castle of the empress, a boy was born. In comparison to the one that would one day in the future be his brother, the boy looked exactly like his father. Though his parents had been surprised by the announcement of his arrival, their happiness at his being with them was never ending. And though his mother made fun of his father’s naming choice, the boy was named Gray to match him. 

The same year, 772, but in quite the opposite conditions, a boy was born in the forests north of Magnolia, not far from where the shapeshifters lived. It was a hot, relentlessly oppressive summer then and his mother was on the verge of losing consciousness in the heat when he arrived safe and sound. With hair pink like his father, eyes curious like his mother and an immediate smile on his face nobody could deny that this child had something magnetic about him. The parents decided to let his older brother name him and, fatigued from the heat of that summer, he was given the name Natsu.

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Spring of the year 773 carried the smell of that previous summer in Fiore, as if winter never had gotten a foothold on the continent at all. Into the sound of winds and the falling of cherry blossoms a rich trader and his wife welcomed a daughter into the world. They had come into money generation or so before by building connections between the iron-mountains and the kingdom and now the dynasty needed to be preserved. 

The little girl would have enough wealth to never need to ask for anything, and yet she still grew up wanting. Her father loved her mother and her mother loved her. She was named Lucy, like a song their parents had once loved.

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In the year 783, when the fate of the other children was already in motion, the widowed queen of Magnolia bore another blue haired child. Since her husband had passed away she’d had several lovers and though she had not planned to have another child, the queen was pleased to welcome the little girl into the world. Behind her older brother, now next in line to the throne, the girl would have everything she ever wanted and face none of his pressure. Her brother named her Wendy, after an adventure book he had once read.

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In the year 795 the trader's daughter leaves her family house to marry the young king on Magnolia’s throne. This is where this story begins.

#fantasy:au #fairy tail #there arent even fairies in this show! #fic tag #jellal fernandes #erza scarlet #ultear milkovich #lyon vastia #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #wendy marvell #laxus dreyar #laxus last name is hard to type wtf #aksfdjlaksdhf im sorry i keep writing it wrong #long post #sorry yall i dont really wanna make it a readmore

[sam-glade]

Raspberries

Characters: Lissan, Ianim Setting: Sunblessed Realm Context: Sometime towards the end/soon after book 2. Pure fluff. Again. WC: 900 CW: -

Days of Dusk taglist (please message me to +/-): @acertainmoshke @another-white-void @cee-grice @cljordan-imperium @elshells @poetinprose

“Look, raspberries!”

Lissan turned his horse not giving Ianim a chance to protest. It was as good a place as any to pause for a drink and a short break. He smiled, hearing Ianim sigh, but follow.

After three visits to the greathouse, riding across the countryside to the First Prince’s private residence had become a pleasant pastime – all the more pleasant for Ianim’s company. Not intimidating anymore. Something Lissan looked forward to.

They rode a little further around the sparse patch of woods, until they found a twisted pine tree over a dry, sandy patch. They tied the horses to one of the lower branches, and Ianim spread his thin capelet on the ground, then began rolling up his sleeves.

“Nah, stay there,” Lissan called over his shoulder.

His powers covered his skin, more than sufficient to protect him from the barbs of raspberry bushes. He could now stop Gullin’s knives with his bare hands, and he couldn’t resist the temptation to show it off at every opportunity. And while he knew that Ianim would heal in minutes from scratches, like any other Sword, there was no need for him to get scratched in the first place.

Lissan didn't even need to delve into the raspberry patch. The branches were heavy with fruit, catching plenty of sunlight between the slim trees. He got a creased but clean kerchief out of his pocket and spread it in his left hand. Every third raspberry he picked, he popped straight into his mouth, but he soon gathered a large handful.

With a satisfied smile, he turned back to Ianim, and stopped. The Princeling looked beautiful like this, leaning back on his arms, turning his face to the sun. And it was rare to see him relax in silence, not using a conversation as a distraction.

He must have noticed the lack of movement, because he looked at Lissan, tilting his head in a silent question. Lissan sat down next to him and put the raspberries between them.

“Thank you.” Ianim tasted the first raspberry, and that was enough to prompt him to talk.

He told Lissan how he’d sneak into the pantry at night, when he was an adolescent, and eat raspberry jam sweetened with honey by spoonfuls. He said that at some point the pot changed to a smaller one, and he suspected that the cook left it as a decoy for him. He segued into talking about the cook, whom he described as a burly woman with arms like tree trunks…

His words faded to the background as Lissan watched his animated features. It struck him that he’d rarely hear Ianim talk so much with more people around. He’d contribute to the conversations at the pub, even drive them, but not… ramble. And Lissan saw why. The stories from Ianim’s childhood sounded like a fairy tale; the lists of private tutors, pet ponies, honeyed cakes, and frilly outfits. A pub wasn’t the right place for them, but with the two of them, riding across the countryside on horses, one of which was sired by the White Dragon’s Sword Spirit… It sounded just right.

A thought crossed Lissan’s mind, was Ianim this open with any of their friends in private, or just him. After all, Lissan was the only one who was ostensibly a member of a noble house. Ostensibly. And while he’d repeatedly asked everyone not to remind him about it, he’d noticed that Ianim was the one who struggled with it the most. He clearly saw Lissan differently since the revelation, but with him, Lissan didn’t mind. Not when it was so clear that he yearned for the company of someone closer in status to him. Not when it meant that nobody batted an eye at the two of them spending time together, in public, out of uniform.

His thoughts trailed off when Ianim popped another raspberry into his mouth. Lissan hadn't noticed before that his lips were the same shade of red. He bit the inside of his cheek, fully aware that he was staring.

“What?” Ianim asked. Laughter rang through his voice, and his eyes caught the sun just right to gleam brilliantly blue. “Why are you looking at me like this?”

Lissan shook his head, feeling his cheeks flush.

“I sometimes wonder if you have some nymph blood in you, you know.”

Ianim laughed, the laughter turning into snorts.

“Not… to the best of my knowledge," he managed.

That was a relief.

"Anyway, you were saying?" Lissan prompted.

"Doesn't matter." Ianim shook his head, then brushed strands of hair from his forehead. He pulled a flask out of his satchel – Lissan assumed it was filled with a light, fruity wine as usual – and took a swig. Lissan couldn’t help but watch, transfixed. "What's on your mind?"

Herding his scattered thoughts to find a neutral answer was a lost cause. And in truth there was only one thing on Lissan's mind.

"That you're beautiful. That I love watching you ramble – about anything, really." He bit his lip. That I love you.

Ianim looked to the side, fingering the cap of the flask. A faint blush was already colouring his cheeks, which made Lissan just a tiny bit smug.

"You don't have to just watch, you know," Ianim muttered, not looking at him. "I mean…"

Oh, Elements, for all his eloquence, Ianim flustered way too easily. The message was clear enough though.

His lips tasted of raspberries.

#writeblr #writers of tumblr #writeblr community #writing community #my writing #creative writing #snippet #lissan #ianim #days of dusk

[karakulialiny]

After everything he’s done, he’s finally had a guilty conscience...

But it mostly concerns Link from other people’s mock comics. To Link from my AU the so-called ghosts of the past will have other claims.

Let me explain, I've seen a lot of comics where BotW/TotK Link was portrayed as careless idiot, that can only create chaos. But my friend @pichichustudios went even further, and she decided to draw a reaction of Links from previous games to what Wild had done. And when I saw that, I thought, what if they had met him in person? They’d probably start gaslighting Wild, just like those parents with their "I worked three jobs at your age and you’re too lazy to make your bed".

{Previous drawing] [Next drawing}

What follows is just my thoughts. If you are not interested, then you don’t have to expand the post.

And after reading all these comics, I thought: why do I even love this character? This pyromaniac and korok sadist. Why am I shipping him with Zelda? If they’re together, they’ll obviously have a kind of toxic (or at least one-sided, which isn't good either) relationship because of Link’s lack of romantic feelings towards her.

But then I did a little analysis and it all made sense (if anything, these are just my headcanons).

The thing is, Link has a little bit in common with characters like Sponge Bob (from the classic seasons) and Shaggy (mostly because of his love to food). He is a naive, good-natured and hyperactive young man who has a rather small life experience and is accustomed to doing what more authoritative people tell him. Then he saw the harsh realities of this world and had to literally survive. He then went into a coma, after which his brain was almost completely cleared. Because of this, all the stories about his past seemed like legends to Link. The sad backstory of the Champions did not cause him much emotion, because he no longer remembered exactly how it happened. The photographs only partially restored Link’s memory, and he was unable to recall the full picture of the events. For the same reason, he did not have very romantic feelings for Zelda: he just forgot how he met this girl and how good it was together. I think that after the events of BotW he just got to know her again.

These posts are perfectly explain the relationship between Link and Zelda in BotW and TotK.

About his antics? He just took every opportunity to show his true nature.

About the Master Sword? I guess, this comic will explain it much better.

About the fairies, one of which Link ate in the top left picture? He's probably believed to Beedle, who told him that eating fairies will make anyone invincible.

And about koroks? Well, I think Link just got mad at them after spending a lot of time collecting 900 of them and recieving a piece of golden turd as a reward.

So, I don’t mind Link being a goof, but let him be kind one (like the same SpongeBob), not a mean jerk who causes troubles and doesn't feel sorry about it (like mid seasons Patrick).

Let's say this is an improved version of my Linktober 2022 entry.

#linktober #linktober 2023 #legend of zelda fanart #totk angst #loz angst #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom #totk link #ocarina of time #oot link #twilight princess #tp link #skyward sword #ss link #ghosts of the past #I didn’t draw hats for them because I couldn’t do it😅

[fairy-writes]

Hello! Can I ask for Vanitas and 12) “Chivalry is dead, and you’re the one killing it.” for the 900 followers event?

CHIVALRY IS DEAD

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): The Case Study of Vanitas

Pairing(s): Vanitas x Gender Neutral!Reader

Prompt: “Chivalry is dead, and you’re the one killing it.” (Dialogue Prompt #12)

Notes: Vanitas is such a brat lmao

Also, lowkey inspired by that one scene in Elf with Will Ferrell

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The old shower turns on with a squeal of the bronze knob and a rumble of the pipes, and steam erupts into the air. You quickly strip out of your clothes and step behind the shower curtain into the borderline boiling water. Your skin tingles as it adjusts to the temperature, and you shudder with delight. 

After a long day of Noé’s and Vanitas’s shenanigans, a long, hot shower was just what you needed. 

Plucking your shampoo, you lather some in the palms of your hands before massaging it into your scalp. The suds run down your neck and onto your back as you turn to face away from the shower head and start scrubbing the soap from your skin and skull. 

You begin to hum, the song being one you heard on a violin in a plaza earlier in the day as you moved on to the conditioner. While you let that sit in your hair, you scrub a bar of soap all over your body to clean off the grime and dirt from earlier. 

It was then that you heard something. 

More humming? 

Dangerously off-key, but there nonetheless. 

You peek through the shower curtain, and there he is. 

Vanitas. Sans his cloak and sits on the bathroom counter, humming as if he wasn’t in the room when you were showering. 

You shriek. 

This causes Vanitas to jump and slip off the counter, banging his head on the way down. He curls into a ball, holding his head and letting out a pained whine. 

“Are you okay—wait, no—what are you doing in here?! When did you even get in here?!” You demand, and he just lets out another pained noise as he sits up, his right hand still massaging the back of his head where a bump is already starting to form. 

If he hadn’t just snuck into the bathroom, you would’ve felt bad for him. 

But he snuck into the bathroom. So you didn’t feel bad. 

At least you didn’t until you got out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and saw his hand come away bloody. 

So you quickly dry off and get dressed in clean clothes that had been folded neatly (under Vanitas’s cloak) on the toilet seat. Had he been attempting to join you for a shower? 

Creepy. You may have been dating him, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t still slightly unnerving. 

You help your lover onto the bed in the adjacent bedroom and go back to the bathroom for medical supplies. Then, grabbing some gauze and antiseptic, you return to Vantias’s side, where he declines any help.

“I can do it myself.” He says quickly, and you roll your eyes.

“Let me help. Plus, you owe me, scaring the living daylights out of me like that.” You mutter, and he relents, hissing as you dab a rag with the medicine onto the bump. 

It’s silent for a minute before you speak.

“What were you going to do in there?” You ask seriously, and he shrugs,

“Was trying to be chivalrous and was going to wash your hair for you.” He said, and you huff,

“Chivalry is dead, and you’re the one killing it.” You reply dryly, and he lets out a haughty laugh before wincing at the volume and holding his head again.

He recovers quickly and turns to face you with a mischievous smile,

“I am the epitome of chivalrous, and you know it.” He teases, and you raise your eyebrows,

“Name one time.” You say, and he falters for a moment.

“Um… I held the door open for you?”

“That’s common decency, Vanitas.” You retort, and he deflates.

You snip the gauze with a pair of scissors and secure it so the blood doesn’t drip down his neck. Then, you hold an ice pack to his injury and press a kiss on his forehead. 

He blushes a bright red but smiles sheepishly as you press another to his nose.

“All better.” You say, and he hums,

“Do you think I could join you for your next shower?” He asks hopefully,

“Absolutely not.” You deadpan, and he just whines.

#vanitas x reader #vanitas x you #vanitas x y/n #vnc x reader #vanitas no carte x reader #the case study of vanitas x reader #vanitas #vnc vanitas #vanitas no carte vanitas #the case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte #fairy writes #fairy writes 900 followers #fairy 900 followers

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober 2023 Masterlist

Read everything in one place on AO3!

Day 1-- Favorite character/Dance (MC x Unknown) [820 words] Unknown decides to indulge you a bit with a slow dance before the eternal party begins.

Day 2-- Photograph (MC x GE Saeran) [591 words] Since leaving Magenta, Saeran has been getting into photography, and you're his favorite model.

Day 3-- Wizard/Potion (Saeyoung post-RAE) [628 words] Saeyoung stars in a new, Halloween-themed Sevenstar Drink ad.

Day 4-- Royal/Rebel (MC x Unknown) [1.1k words] You're beginning to feel like a fairy tale character locked up in a tower, and so you're more than willing to leave with the knight in shining armor who comes through the window to rescue you.

Day 5-- Zombie (MC x Suit Saeran) [2.4k words] Fortunately, you managed to lock the believer that attacked you in the bathroom. Unfortunately, no matter what you say, Saeran refuses to believe that there are zombies at Magenta. Content warning: guns, minor character death (the character that dies is the zombie believer)

Day 6-- Alien (MC x Unknown) [1.3k words] Two weeks into your surveillance mission on planet Earth, a mysterious stranger reached out and asked you to help him find the owner of a phone.

Day 7-- Festival/Music (MC x Saeran; Gummy Worms universe) [754 words] After the events of Gummy Worms, Saeran plays at his first charity music festival.

Day 8-- Mummy (MC x SE Saeran) [835 words] You need help decorating cookies to look like mummies. Saeran needs something to do.

Day 9-- Maze (MC x Unknown) [996 words] You get lost at Magenta (again) and Unknown comes looking for you.

Day 10-- Lover/Midnight (MC x Ray) [900 words] Ray comes to visit you at midnight.

Day 11-- Superhero (MC x Suit Saeran) [1.3k words] Saeran tries to taunt you by dressing as Ray, but you've got something up your sleeve.

Day 12-- Text message (MC x Unknown) [968 words] You won't stop bothering Unknown while he's working.

Day 13-- Leaves (MC x GE Saeran) [988 words] You and Saeran rake leaves together for the first time.

Day 14-- Pirate (MC x Unknown) [1.1k words] Unknown is a pirate. You're the royal heir. It's a tale as old as time.

Day 15-- Scream (MC x Unknown) [743 words] Unknown comes to get you from the apartment.

Day 16-- Saeran x MC/Dessert (MC x GE Saeran) [816 words] You and Saeran try raspberry cheesecake ice cream together.

Day 17-- Haunted House (Unknown & MC) [968 words] You're convinced that Rika's apartment is haunted.

Day 18-- Coffin/Bat (Vampire Unknown x MC, with a hint of Vampire Saeyoung x MC) [881 words] You have a lot of questions about vampires. Unknown might even be willing to answer a few of them.

Day 19-- Barbie (MC x SE Saeran) [785 words] You introduce SE Saeran to early 2000's Barbie movies.

Day 20-- Headcanon (MC x Ray) [1.1k words] Ray makes you your very own emojis.

Day 21-- Beast (MC x Unknown) [1.6k words] Unknown is certain that he'll still be a monster even after you kiss him.

Day 22-- Doctor (MC x Suit Saeran) [1.3k words] Saeran has a headache. You, apparently, have trouble understanding and following simple instructions.

Day 23-- Favorite Emoji (MC x Suit Saeran) [751 words] You think Saeran's confused emoji is the cutest thing ever.

Day 24-- Mirror (MC x SE Saeran) [1.3k words] There are no mirrors in the bunker, but you still have a few in your apartment.

Day 25-- Frankenstein (MC x Unknown) [960 words] Unknown is tired.

Day 26-- Road Trip (MC x Unknown) [857 words] Maybe you're just nervous, but you seem to have the wrong idea about the situation.

Day 27-- Danger (MC x Ray) [1.2k words] Ray isn't going to let you leave so easily. Content Warning: manipulation

Day 28-- Heist (MC x Unknown) [964 words] Unknown wants you to break into Rika's apartment and steal some documents. You're not so sure you're the best fit for the task.

Day 29-- AU (MC x Vampire Ray) [1.2k words] Ray is a little odd, but you don't mind. Content warnings: manipulation, biting (in a vampire way)

Day 30-- Disguise (MC x Unknown) [725 words] You've got a crush on the purple-haired guy.

Day 31-- Halloween/Free (Can be read as MC x SE Saeran, MC x Saeyoung, or just platonic with both of them) [939 words] You bought a cotton candy machine for Halloween.

#Genuinely cannot believe that I wrote 31 fics in one month #And only 2 of them had vampires #mystic messenger #mystic messenger fic

[legend-collection]

Mooinjer veggey

Mooinjer veggey is the Manx for little people, a term used for fairies in Gaelic lore. The equivalent Irish and Scottish Gaelic are Muintir Bheaga and Muinntir Bheaga.

In Manx folklore, the mooinjer veggey are small creatures from two to three feet (600 to 900 mm) in height, otherwise very like mortals. They wear red caps and green jackets and are most often seen on horseback followed by packs of little hounds of all the colours of the rainbow. They are rather inclined to be mischievous and spiteful.

Pic by Alex Corlett

The phrase is borrowed by the Anglo-Manx dialect to refer to fairies. Belief in fairies is or was formerly widespread in the Isle of Man. They live in green hillsides, more especially ancient tumuli. Anyone straying near these on a fine summer's evening would probably hear delightful music; but he must take care, especially if he is a musician, not to linger lest he should be entrapped. They are visible to people only when they choose. Some of them are benevolent, curing men of diseases and delivering them from misfortune. Others are malevolent, stealing children, even abducting adults, and bringing misfortune.

It was an old custom to keep a fire burning in the house during the night, so that the Fairies might come in and enjoy it. It is said that on dark, dismal and stormy nights, in the mountain parts of parishes, the people would retire earlier to rest, in order to allow to the weather-beaten Fairies the unwatched enjoyment of the smouldering embers of the turf fire. It was also customary to leave some bread out for the Fairies, and to fill the water crocks with clean water for them before going to bed. This water was never used for any other purpose, but was thrown out in the morning. Manx women would not spin on Saturday evenings, as this was deemed displeasing to the mooinjer veggey, and at every baking and churning a small piece of dough and butter was stuck on the wall for their consumption. Both salt and iron were considered efficacious against malevolent charms.

#Mooinjer veggey #isle of man

[celamoon]

Tysm for 900 followers!!! I'm a little lightheaded and woozy because I never thought I'd make it this far, but tysm!! To celebrate, I'm opening up requests, but to make it easier on both me and you, it's gonna be an event!!

Each fic/blurb will be anywhere from 500-2k words, and they'll be scheduled to post once I finish them ❤

I'm putting out 10 open slots, and all you have to do is pick an au and give me a character! Please note that I will take one character per au. Au choices may not repeat, but characters can!!

This is open to all fandoms I have been in, which include: Danganronpa, Hades (the game), Saiki k, Solo Leveling, and a ton of manhwas I have read!!

Au list:

soulmate au (✓)

college au (✓)

mermaid au (✓)

gambling au (✓)

fae/fairy au (✓)

office au (✓)

au of choice (✓)

deity au (✓)

royal au (✓)

vampire au (✓)

Once all the slots are filled, I'll post a masterlist!

Tysm for 900 followers again!!

#☾.events #☾.requests #rbs are appreciated pls I get minimal interaction on my acc #komaeda x reader #kamukura x reader #danganronpa x reader #hades x reader #<- is that even the right tag for the fandom ?? someone send help #saiki k x reader #solo leveling x reader

[luimagines]

Time and Spell (900 follower raffle)

Masterlist

Our first place winner was @linkedhearts

They asked for Time and an OC of theirs. I hope I did I decent job ^.^*

Content under the cut!

“I thought I’d find you here.”

“And I thought you’d be home later.”

“I got out early.” The younger man sat on the dock. “Thought I could come see you.”

Time kept his face neutral. He was used to this and he wasn’t sure why. Spell, the man next to him, was different from him. He was smaller than Time. The top of his head came up to his chest. But they shared similar blond hair and icy blue eyes.

Spell, however, had longer hair and kept it a braid down his back while Time had a hard time letting it grow past his shoulders. 

Time had lost his eye by this point but there was no missing the way the younger man seemed to brighten the space around him. Maybe it was his cynicism, and perhaps it was because he was jaded beyond his years, but Time knew he was soft on him.

“A pleasure as always.” Time leans back, letting his fishing pole rest on top of his legs. “A real honor.”

Spell chuckles quietly. He shifts his weight and lets his leg dangle off of the edge of the dock. It’s a small lake and there’s few visitors. Except for one. Who happens to come back to this particular spot every time he was having a bad day.

They sit in silence for a moment. Neither of them want to acknowledge the sincere ritual they’ve both cultivated for themselves.

The wind blows- twinkling faint chimes in the distance. They sound like wood and bells and the laughter of fairies. The leaves whisper in return- the song of the leaves chanting quietly all around them.

Spell looks over to the hero next to him. There was a certain stiffness in the way he sat that he couldn’t quite place where he got it from. He calls himself Link but many have referred to him as “The Hero”, “The Prophet”, “The One Eyed Wonder”. 

He hated those names.

“What was it?” Spell looks over the quiet lake.

Something pulls on the line, saving Time (the name he sometimes refers to himself when he’s feeling untethered) a precious moment to think of his response.

Time reels in a smaller fish than the fight would have assumed. Not feeling particularly willing to use his voice, Time lets it go, buying himself some more time. He tosses his line into the lake again and Spell waits.

He waits and he waits. He’s half tempted to reword his question when Time finally takes a deep breath. “Why do you talk to me?”

That’s not what Spell was expecting.

But Time isn’t sure what the matter is. He hopes to dissuade the other by deflecting the issue. He means no harm in this change of question, but there’s an underlying sense of self rejection. He can hardly stand to be himself sometimes- he doesn’t quite see the appeal of actively seeking him out.

Spell on the other hand, is sent reeling. “Did someone say something? Who did it? Just say the word and they won’t annoy you any more!”

Spell finds himself on his feet. How dare they. They looked at this peaceful, yet burdened man, and decided to make him question his value. Did he think he was undeserving? That he was less than any other person in town? The very thought boils his blood. Steam would be coming out of his ears if he was capable of such an act.

Time looks over, hardly bothered by the outburst. “Sit down. No one said anything. It was just a question.”

Spell is unconvinced, but he sits back down. “I talk to you because I want to. Because I like you. Because I like your company. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Forgive me for my honesty but yes.” Time tugs on his line, teasing the fish under the water, hoping to get another bite but with a bigger fish on the other end. “I’m not exactly a good conversationalist. We both know this.”

Spell pouts, still adjusting to the levels of anger in his system- although now the feeling has no one to be directed at. “I don’t care about that. What do I have to do to get you to believe me? Surely I can make myself be more convincing.”

Time snots, reeling his line back in. He didn’t catch anything but he throws it further into the lake. “That’s not what I mean.”

“Now I’m lost.” Spell brings his knees to his chest. “I would have thought that after everything we’ve been through together that it would have been quite obvious that I enjoy your company.”

“I’m not doubting that.” Time leans back again. “I’m asking why.”

Spell takes the moment to let the rest of his anger die down. It’s a moment to think. The wind and the chimes continue in their song and dance, but they’re mere afterthoughts. His head feels as if he’s swimming through all the words he’s ever known. He wants to seem genuine and sincere but not over complicate everything by talking too much. The silence stretches on but he can’t seem to come to a reasonable answer without making a fool out of himself in the process.

“I don’t know.” He settles with. “I just do. We can either both accept that as the truth or you’ll be forced to sit there for the next three hours as I sing your praises- but I don’t think you’d like that option.”

Time smiles. It’s small- invisible and subtle. But Spell sees it. It’s the kind of smile where he knows that Time is biting his lip from the inside. The one where the corners of his eyes crinkle ever so slightly. The one where he feels giddy and boyish but tries to hide it under all the time he’s spent trying to appear untouchable to defend himself against criticism. The one that only Spell gets to see in his vulnerability.

It lets Spell know that Time is feeling better.

“See?” Spell pushes Time’s shoulder. “I knew you’d like the easy option. Just accept the facts and let it be. You’re not getting rid of me any time soon.”

Time lets the smile move a little more to the other side of his face and shakes his head with mirth. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Another moment passes and Spell huffs to break it once more. “I was trying to think of a way to say something like ‘oh, so you dream of me?’ or ‘I’m in your dreams?’ but I couldn’t figure it out fast enough for it to stick.”

Time laughs a little more openly, nearly dropping his fishing pole into the lake and he takes a playful swing at his companion. “I can’t believe you. Be serious.”

Spell dodges it easily and leans back onto the small dock, crossing his arm under Time’s to invade his personal space. “I would if you didn’t make everything so serious the second you enter a room. You take all the seriousness for a n entire group, thank you very much. Besides, I like it when you smile. My work here is done.”

“Is that all you came here for, then?” Time raises an eyebrow and looks away from the lake, poking Spell’s forehead. “Mission complete?”

“Well….yes and no.” Spell shrugs. “You only ever come here when you’re feeling upset.”

Time tenses.

“I wanted to make you feel better. But I don’t really want to leave.”

“I don’t want you to leave either.” Time admits. “...But yes, today… has been a little more difficult than I’d like to admit out loud.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

Spell hums, taking the answer for what it is. “...Did you eat anything yet?”

As if to snitch on the bigger man, his traitorous stomach growls loudly in reply. Both of them freeze, neither of them wanting to look at each other. Time in particular doesn’t want to face Spell.

“...”

“...”

“....That’s a no.” 

Time winces. The disappointment in Spell’s voice is palpable. With a minor cough to clear his throat, he tries to play it off. “I mean… I was working on getting some food.”

He gestures to the fishing pole.

Spell isn’t amused. “I’ll be back.”

“I thought you said you weren’t going to leave.”

“That was before you admitted to not taking care of yourself either. I’ll be back with food and maybe some water.”

“There’s water right in front of us.” Time tries to deflect. The familiar feeling of shame begins to creep up his neck. He feels like a boy with his hand caught in a cookie jar.

“And none of it is drinkable.” Spell knocks Time on the side of his head. “Honestly… The things I do for you.”

Time looks away, hoping that his ever growing grin (despite his embarrassment) is invisible. “I’ll catch you a fish.”

“You better.”

“A big one!”

“Good.” Spell rolls his eyes affectionately. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Alright.”

#linked universe #legend of zelda #link x oc #legend of zelda fanfic #i think those are all the tags i can use #not a lot to apply here ^.^* #i'm just so sorry that it's short

[lissagreenleafholmes]

I don't expect this to be read. I'm just in so much pain and I don't know what to do with it all.

In middle school, I had this best friend. And I fell in love with them. It turned out it was requited. Halfway through 8th grade, they moved out of state. We were long distance for a couple years. We had to hide bc their family is shitty and queerphobic. Then they left me for a friend that was closer to them. They had two relationships and several crushes in 5 years, and we stayed friends, and I never got over them. I saw them once in those 5 years for maybe an hour. I secretly yearned from a distance, and my stomach never stopped turning when they talked about some friend or coworker they had an interest in.

3 years after the last time I had seen them, they started flirting with me again, and over the course of several months, we got closer again. I admitted that I had never gotten over him, and he told me the same. March of 2022, we got back together, and everything felt like a fairy tale. We had this incredible queer platonic relationship, and we worked on ourselves, and we worked on communication, and we supported each other. We felt inevitable and unbreakable. We talked about how bad the five years apart had hurt, and how we were in a place to make it work this time.

They came to visit me 3 times over the course of a year. Every time I saw them felt like magic. I couldn't believe my luck. I couldn't believe that the universe would let me be that happy. I was so scared of losing it all again. But every time I expressed those fears, they all but promised me that nothing would make it not worth it. We were perfect together. I mean really. I don't believe in souls, but ours are made of the same stuff. We planned our life together in that year. We talked about all the things we would do. We talked about a life that was warm and quiet and soft. It was almost enough to make me think there might be a god out there. We chose a colour scheme for our kitchen and they bought plates to match. We had plans to move in together this past June. We were gonna do it.

May 31. They left me again. And they talked to me about not wanting this to be like last time. That they still love me and would like to make things work again in the future. They just need me to work on myself and my mental health. We were gonna have this unconventional friendship where we could still be affectionate and work on things together.

In the few weeks following that, they talked about having feelings for two of their coworkers. After a couple weeks, they kissed one of them. They slept with them a day after that. They've started going out on dates and shit. They say they're not looking for a committed relationship right now, but it still feels like they're slipping through my fingers.

In a moment of desperation I basically conjured 900$ out of thin air to come visit them. With permission, I'm not a creep. I was on a bus for 15 hours. I'm currently lying in bed in an airbnb 15 mins away from them. We've gotten to hang out a bit. Sometimes they'll lie here with me and hold me and I feel like everything will be alright. And sometimes they'll check their phone and smile the way they used to smile at me and it breaks me a little. I feel like I'm doing everything wrong. I feel so. Tolerated. I feel like I'm expected to be able to be okay by now. I feel like they're not mourning the life we planned like I am. I just can't let it go. I've never wanted anyone else. I've been in love with them for 10 years.

I have to believe that this is just another bump in the road. I didn't have any hope last time. I saw them once in 5 years and they still came back. They had other relationships and crushes and they still came back. It's just so hard to think in the long term. Every time they go out on a date with this guy I feel like I'm losing them forever.

I only have this one goddamn life. That's it. And if I don't get to spend it with this person it'll be unspeakably tragic. We're so goddamn incomprehensibly right for each other.

If I didn't know that the future isn't written in stone I frankly wouldn't want to be here. This bullshit is unbearable. I just want to sleep all day and not feel.

I just want my life back.

#personal #long #relationship #pain #emotional #cliché bullshit #star crossed lovers

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⧙   DANIELLE ROSE RUSSELL, FEMALE, SHE/HER︔ is that ROSE CLOYD I see on Main Street? The around 900+ year old VAMPIRE has been on the island for TWO DAYS, humming the song DYNASTY by MIIA. They remind me of AUTUMN LEAVES, THE COLD BREEZE BROUGHT BY A FOG, THE HOPE OF NEW BEGINNINGS [  LILY ,  28, PST, SHE/HER  ]

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