#fairy brides

[cryptrave]

I was thinking abt fairy brides & swan brides and obviously I had to grab pre-op kabru by his neck and draw this

#my art #digital art #art #artists on tumblr #drawing #illustration #sketch #kabru dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #dunmesh #dunmeshi #kabru #fairy brides #swan brides #mythology #henna #indian mythology

[pherredraws]

captain and the girlssss

#bbc ghosts #ghosts bbc #i think its sweet that captain’s better friends with the girls than with any of the guys aside from pat #even then he and pat are like co-leaders #i think its fascinating how his relationship with both of them evolved #i think sometimes about that moment where lady b’s offended about the two brides and captain gives her a side glance but obviously #says nothing #can you tell i post art just to ramble in the replies? #also when kitty’s looking for someone she yells alison’s name first and then captain’s. i just think that they #kitty’s two fairy godmothers……….. #edit: why did i say replies when i meant tags. anyway

[faiiryteethh]

The Ancient Magus' Bride [2017]

#my edits #the ancient magus bride #favorite anime #elias ainsworth #chise hatori #ancient magus bride #the ancient magus' bride #anime #anime gifs #anime edits #fantasy anime #anime gif #animecore #favorite characters #chise x elias #elias x chise #gothic anime #goth anime #fairy #anime fairy #fairycore #fantasycore #༺♡༻ #glitter gifs #glitter graphics #weeb #weeb shit #weebs #anime blog #anime aesthetic

[pyre-the-ren]

I love you, media and music based on folklore, mythology, and old stories passed on from generation to generation. I love you, people who take these sorts of things “too seriously” and begin genuinely analysing what’s generally overlooked as a silly story. I love you, people who both romanticise these stories and point out the very real horror that lies in a lot of them. I love you, people who refuse to let the stories and folklore important to their culture fade away, even when for hundreds or even thousands of years people have attempted to erase their history and culture. I love you, people who reclaim their people’s stories and tell them from the mouths of those it originally belonged to. I love yo

#fairytale #fairy tale retelling #d20 neverafter #Irish folklore trilogy #hades game #corpse bride #princess kaguya #kirikou and the sorceress #into the woods #hadestown #percy jackon and the olympians #crow the legend #the black cauldron #and so many more

[diioonysus]

vintage illustrations + my tattoo list

#is from a bride book but the art is by john r neill #arthur rackham udine #also john r neill #from the 1914 book of shakespeare midsummer night's dream by i think william heath #it's by robert anning bell #the curiosities of kissing by alfred fowler but not sure if he's the artist #is in greek theatre costumes by iris brookes #in the book the golden fleece and the heroes who lived before achilles and the artist is willy pogany #in the book fairy tales by hans christian andersen and the artist is charles robinson #in line and form by walter crane #in the book kitchen maid and the artist is j. b. partridge #in the book the tale of lohengrin knight of the swan and the artist is willy pogany #in the book by john keats but idk the artist #in the book illustrators of montmartre by emanuel frank #in the book early poems of william morris #in the book the eve of st anges and artist is edmund h garrett #in the book home theatricals made easy or busy happy and merry #in the book the illustrated london instructor #in the book songs for little people and artist is h stratton #from alfred tennyson's poems and artist is eleanor forescue brickdale #artist is gerhard munthe #in arthur rackham's wagner ring cycle: the valkyrie #tiburtijnse sibille by jan luyken #by peter behrens #by shigeru hatsuyama #in the book devises heroiques by claude paradin #in the book price list of magical apparatus and illusions from 1884 #in arthur rackham's ring cycle: valkyrie (this is my newest tattoo i got!!) #in scapel: the 1911 year book of the woman's medical college of pennsylvania #in the child world by artist c robinson

[rowanrabbit]

There was once a beautiful princess who was engaged to a prince from a faraway land. The match was arranged from their birth, and the princess’s whole young life was spent preparing for the marriage. But when she finally met the prince, only a week before their wedding, she found him intolerably arrogant and cruel.

“I would rather marry the devil,” she said to herself, and that night, a devil appeared at her bedroom window.

He swept into the room on a gust of air and stood there as tall as the ceiling, a great big beast with long sharp claws and teeth, wide leathery wings and a tail that whipped back and forth with feral excitement. He fell to his knees on the floor before her, and took her little hands in his.

“I’ve come to steal you away,” he said.

“To where?” demanded the princess.

He scooped her up in his enormous arms. “To my castle,” he said with his fangs at her ear.

He took her to the open window and launched back into the night, catching the air with his powerful wings and carrying the princess away.

They flew through the night for many miles, until they came to a beautiful palace carved from soft white stone, its spiraling towers gleaming with moonlight against the dark mountains. They went in through a tall tower window and landed in a bedroom decorated with dark wood and soft white silks. The devil laid the princess down on a soft bed, where she fell asleep.

The next morning she woke up alone in the beautiful room, and waited for the devil to come to her, which he did before long.

“How did you know that I wanted you last night?” she asked.

“The devil always comes when he is called,” he replied. “I’ve brought you here to make you my bride, lovely one. Will you accept?”

“I will accept,” said the princess, “but only if you court me according to the customs of my people.”

“Tell me what I must do,” said the devil.

“On the first night,” said the princess, “you must bring me a beautiful jewel.”

“It will be done,” said the devil, but just then, there came the sounds of a commotion outside. They went to the window and saw an army of a hundred men at the castle gates, led by the cruel and arrogant prince.

“He’s come to take you back,” said the devil.

“Don’t let him,” said the princess.

“Yes, my lady,” said the devil. He spread his wide wings and flew down from the tower window to meet the men at the gates. All day long, the princess watched through the window as they did battle. The human men were no match for the devil’s terrible claws and teeth. By sunset he had driven them all away. The princess was glad, but she saw that he’d had no time to collect any jewels for her.

“Where is my jewel?” she asked coyly, when the devil returned to her room.

“Here it is, beautiful one,” said the devil. In his hands was a perfect round orange that he’d plucked from a tree in the garden, with a dark green leaf still attached. He peeled it open in his great claws to reveal the segments of soft flesh, faceted and sparkling like gems. The princess was delighted, and she allowed the devil to feed her the soft sweet slices.

He returned to her the next morning, ready for his second task.

“What next, my lady?” he asked.

“On this second night,” said the princess, “you must serenade me with a beautiful song.”

“It will be done,” said the devil, but just then, there was another great commotion at the castle gates. They went to the window and saw that the prince had returned with an army of a thousand men.

“So many this time…” said the princess.

“I won’t let them take you,” the devil said to her. He leapt out the bedroom window and flew down to face the army of men. All day long, the princess sat at the window and watched the ferocious battle taking place. This time the devil summoned mighty winds full of dust and hale, and jets of fire that shot up out of the earth, and he cut through through shields and armor with fiery swords. By the end of the day, he had driven the army away yet again. The princess was very impressed, but she knew he’d had no time to tune his instruments or practice his songs.

“Where are your instruments?” she asked, when the devil returned to her room.

“Let me take you to them,” he said, and gathered her up in his arms. He leapt out of the window with her—a thing the princess was somehow getting used to—and they flew away from the castle, to a hidden gorge tucked between two mountains, where a little winding brook burbled through a meadow of soft grass spotted with trees.

The devil set the princess down on her feet in the grass.

“I see nothing,” she said.

“You must listen,” said the devil.

She listened, and she noticed that the chuckling babble of the brook was almost like a soft little song, and the crickets hidden in the grass all around were rubbing their legs together like bows on strings, like a tiny little orchestra. And when the wind blew, it whooshed deeply through the walls of the gorge, rustling the leaves of the trees, and every so often an owl hooted too. It was as lovely as music, and they stood together listening for most of the night, until the devil carried her back to the bedroom so she could sleep.

He returned to her the next morning. “What must I do next?” he said.

“This is the final night of our courting,” she said, "and you must prepare a grand feast.”

“It will be done,” said the devil. But they both listened for the telltale sounds of swords and marching feet, and heard them, and going to the window they saw that the prince had arrived at the gates once again, leading an army of ten thousand men.

“Let them take me back,” said the princess, looking over the vast army. "You'll be hurt."

“Don’t be afraid,” said the devil, “for I cannot be felled by mortal men.” He went out through the window and flew to meet the oncoming army. And as he flew he grew, twenty feet tall, fifty feet, one hundred, one thousand feet tall, until he landed on the battlefield with a thunderous crash, towering over the terrified army. Many men turned and fled right then. But the arrogant prince would not be dissuaded, and he led the remaining men against the beast. Their swords and arrows were practically useless, their horses were wild with terror, and their morale drained away like sand through a sieve.

The battle finally ended in the evening. The prince had limped away in secret, defeated for the final time. Many men lay dead, while those still living scattered into the mountains. The devil slowly returned to his original size, lying down in the dirt among the dead, unharmed but exhausted from his great transformation. The princess left the palace and went to him, and took his large clawed hand in hers.

“Forgive me, lovely one,” he said, “for I have prepared no feast for you.”

“No?” asked the princess, looking around. Hundreds of ravens had descended upon the battlefield, already tearing into the fresh corpses, and wolves and lions were emerging from the woods to join them. “I think the feast is already under way,” said the princess, “and the guests are enjoying it very much.”

The devil laughed wickedly at that. “I think you might be a bit of a devil yourself,” he said. They were married on the next evening, and they are still living happily to this day.

#short story #fairy tale #exophilia #stolen bride #demon x human #demon boyfriend #monster boyfriend

[lepetitdragonvert]

Die Schlangenbraut/ The Snake’s Bride

1894

Artist : Heinrich Vogeler

#heinrich vogeler #king snake #roi serpent #bride #fiancee #fiancée #knight #princess #princesse #fairy story #fairy tale #vintage illustration #old illustration #bird #oiseau #vogel

[starmocha]

Me reading a YA novel: girl you don't need him

Me watching a romance movie: girl you don't need him

Me talking with my friends: girl you don't need him

Me playing an otome game: so I am in a polyamorous relationship with at least 4 different fictional men currently because I refuse to choose one

#me af #mr love queen's choice #mlqc #love and deepspace #sss several shades #several shades of sadism #seven hotties all my husbands #once upon a fairy love tale #oriental bride of the emperor #swd blood in roses #swd lost alice #kissed by the baddest bidder #otome game #otome hell #lbr #that number is so much higher than 4 lmao

[flammelikeshookdust]

Hookdust Princess Bride AU 😤

#i feel like this doesn’t work too too well with the type of dynamic i like for them #but the more i think about it the more i like how these two stories could mix #like i think i’d pay actual money to see someone write a fanfic with this au #anyway i had a lot of fun dawing these #hookdust #princess bride #james hook #zarina #the pirate fairy #my art

[chaotictoon]

Monster Girl Alphabet : F

F is for Fairy

Fairy is a mythical being of folklore and romance usually having diminutive human form and magic powers

#ever after high #Fairy Queen #spring #samurai jack #Titania #ancient magus bride #tinkerbell #queen clarion #epic the movie #queen tara #crysta #ferngully #fea #fairy #monster girls #forest #nature #mother nature

[skullieshroom]

F

Frogise

#the ancient magus bride #chise hatori #elias ainsworth #shitpost #elias x chise #robinthorn #magus bride #mtny #princess and the frog au? #I don't know I'm losing my mind lol #Super rushed but I needed to get it out #potato fairy

[princessyuwa]

Nesta × Cassian Princess Bride AU

#dress up games #acotar #nessian #mom & dad #nesta archeron #cassian #princess bride au #fairy tale au #they're my parents 🥹✨️

[faiiryteethh]

"𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔰, 𝔰𝔬 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔴𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰." 🦋🗡️💀

#kh #me #alice: madness returns #alice liddell #corpse bride #corpse bride merch #goth #gothic #goth girl #fairy goth #gloomy girl #gloomy #gothic fairy #fairy grunge #vorpal blade #american mcgees alice #alice madness returns #goth gamer #gamer gf #gamer girl #fairy #dark fairy #dark fantasy #dark fairycore #goth fairy #goth fairycore #༺♡༻

[once-upon-a-gothic-romance]

#vampire coquette #my moodboards #vampire aesthetic #vampire core #vampirism #vampire girl #vampire fashion #vampire moodboard #vampirecore #vampire #vampire art #fairy core #cottage core #vampcore #vampires #vampire bride #my post

[summertimemusician]

Linktober (Shadow) 2023

Spirit

Welp turns out my exam season throughly steam rolled through my general Linktober plans, so you get this VERY late thing for now folks who find this, at least until I decide whether to continue this until I finish it even though it's no longer Linktober or if I'll make whatever other stories come later their own thing after exam season is over (mostly because the original for this one is my preferred draft, and that I feel the one for the Link/Dark Link prompt would be kind of wasted if it just sat there collecting dust cause I worked hard on the tension and horror there lord darn it, along with a few others mainly involving Fae Hyrule, Twilight, Time, First, among other Links like Legend, Sky, Warriors, just all of the boys, I wanted to give them all proper spotlight and still want to do that in any way I can). Welp. *Downs coffee like a shot* Also really need to find out how to make a Masterlist on mobile, figure out how AO3 works and answer asks.

Anyway, not really any warnings this time besides Reader Not Being Okay (par the course really) and angst.

As always can be read as either romantic or platonic, Reader is gender neutral on purpose, technically is meant to be read as either Hero's Shade Time x Reader or First x Reader mainly, but you can interpret it as any Link really lol

Good reading!

This corner of Faron Woods was quiet this time of year.

The woods were solemn in this Hyrule, the sliver of moonlight barely enough of a guide through the mist, it was silent but for the soft padding of animals through the underbrush and the howl of a wolf in the distance (not Wolfie's, not musical enough). The stars were your only company as you were separated from the group, the air was cold agaisnt your skin as you attempted to find your way.

Being alone in the forests of Hyrule never spelled anything good for anyone, but as you felt the brush of a hand tenderly twined in yours, the ghost of leather and the faint clinking of steel, and a faint glow of pale gold and ivory cutting through the veil of the night, mindful of roots you may trip onto and never flickering too far out of sight you couldn't feel safer, even  if instead something like melancholy threatened to lock your throat with the chains of silence, you felt as warm as the soft twilight glow and as frigid as ice, frostburned with the bitter cold of your own warring emotions.

You can't help but chuckle a bit whille holding a old scabbard close to your heart, it's a wry sound, "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

There is no answer, of course there isn't, but you don't mind, you know he'll listen, thorns wrap around your heart and crawl up your throat, the smell of lilies and steel coats and sticks in your throat like honey, or maybe blood, "... I didn't think you'd show up, you know? I always considered the possibility but..." You trail off, you feel something brush your side, you can only see him in the corner of your eyes or with a passing glance, there but not, existing but gone, so you keep your eyes on the road and in the flicker of light, so you carefully don't look to your side, you don't think you could contain the shaking in your heart otherwise, to stare at inevitability and prophecy, "... I know, I know you're fine. At least for now, I apologize for all the trouble I gave you."

'It's alright. It could never be a hardship aiding you.', the voice echoes in your ears, and you swallow thickly, breath hitching, the warmth of the sun in the fields of Hyrule, the wind caressing your hair, the song of the animals in Faron Woods, someone holding you carefully, fondly. The warmth of your hand in his. Not really here, but not gone either, more feeling than true echo.

You chuckle, and try to pretend it's not a bit breathless, something like a wounded keen, "... You're too kind. Too, too kind, thank you."

Spirits in Hyrule never spell anything good, in this wild land of light and shadow in a gestalt of divinity. There are some exceptions though, even if it hurts to witness then. So you follow him through the dark, certain that as you've guided his way once, he'll lead you now to where you need to go.

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... The clearing he leads you to is open, but by no means truly quiet among the trees, there is no peace to be found for the armored skeleton here. You choke on sorrow, on unfinished business, on the cruelty of being brought to ruin and being denied peace, and you stumble towards the familiar figure, almost in a trance as your vision blurs, roots and thorny vines wrap over rusted armor and a thorn cape, the skeleton's void sockets piercing through your soul, illuminated by the solemn gaze of the wretched moon and it's uncaring maids of honor in the stars.

You fall to your knees near the decaying skeleton, biting back against the wounded sound that attempts to leave your throat with enough strenght to bleed, you lay the scabbard by his side with a bouquet of lilies and shiver at the gentle, phantom touch, so soft, so loving it almost leads you to ruin all over again.

'... It's foolish to grieve for someone who isn't gone yet.' the thought comes to you, yet you can't help it. You still hurt for him, you still hold onto the fury at the heavens themselves for denying them quietus. For denying them rest over and over and over again. To watch this cycle and be helpless to stop it all due to the will of uncaring gods.

Alive. Dead. Alive. Dead. Denied full rest over and over again, to watch the chance at rest to the kindest of souls found in this world you found yourself in.

You barely register the touch to your cheek, ephemeral as it is, as you can't help but shed tears, can't help but grieve. Because if you don't, who will?

You know by now that some wounds can never heal, some rifts can never be mended. Even with the guarantee of cyclic, eternal rebirth, some things never return to how they were. And reminding yourself of this inevitability to them will never not hurt, even if you know it's futile to blame anyone but the one god who started this, and maybe the goddess who stood complacent to it. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth that it'll one day come to this, that the frost of death and the sharpness of pain will leave a mark the sands of time can't scar over.

You reach a trembling hand towards the one in your cheek, try to find catharsis in the remains of decayed, dead yet ever eternal, ever growing love. And you breathe.

'We'll meet again. So do not mourn for me, please.'

You don't think you could deny him if you tried. Not when you know he's trying to soothe you, to thaw your sorrow. To allow your heart's healing to fallow.

"We will, I know. I'm sorry for making you worry." You chuckle, leaning into the cold, trying to brand the memory of the shadowed, but not gone love given to you so you can return it in kind. Just until you meet again, just until you can give all you can to his not yet decomposing self, grasping onto what remains of him, "I love you."

'I love you too. Until we meet again.'

The cold is gone, the echo of love leaves. And you breathe, and pretend you don't feel empty.

(When you see Link again, reuniting with the Chain on the next day's twilight. You hug him as tight as you can, and hope you he doesn't notice the tears in your eyes. And that you don't feel the lingering traces of a frigid embrace.

When no one is looking, you wave goodbye to the shade. And pray he dreams of warmer days until he finds quietus.)

#linked universe x reader #hero's shade x reader #linked universe time x reader #first x reader #hylia's chosen hero x reader #first link x reader #also know as What Happens When Summer Watches Corpse Bride after Playing MJM #I'll never not be emotional about the Hero's Shade and how it's an inevitability that Time will always die relatively young #how First died alone in the surface and likely never got a proper burial #And the fact we never learn what happens to the heroes after the task is done and THE ONE INSTANCE #we do is to learn they died young in some manner (ex Time. The Link before Hyrule. First. #Probably Twilight if we go by the theory Wolfie in BOTW is a spirit sent to help Wild #Technically pre calamity Wild because losing your memories is technically death of identity although that's for another story #and related to Lost #Most of the more effective LoZ games present themselves as either dark fairy tales and I'm running with that concept #Plus it's literally LEGEND of Zelda. Hardly do things end well for protagonists in actual legends and mythology involving gods #I think I have a right to worry #Anyway I'll probably elaborate more later because I'm tired lol #gotta perish to tackle studying and THEN be free to start on the pages long LU/LoZ essays /jk #unless? #we'll see #summer writes linktober 2023 #summer writes linktober shadow 2023 #summer writes #this short fic was also brought to you by the death holiday we have here in my country because it always makes me sad #and thinking of the Hero's Shade and what happens to First basically made it Depression times 100 lol

[xxcrossroadsxx]

Twins with flowers in their names.

#HEAR ME OUT... Violet with Vanilla's dresses #God I love that saga 🥲❤️ #the ancient magus' bride #the ancient magus bride #tamb #mtny #mny #ancient magus bride #ancient magus' bride #magus bride #magus' bride #mahoyome #mahoutsukai no yome #mahou tsukai no yome #fairy oak #violet st. george #jasmine st. george