#stumpy's fairies

[revivemyreverie]

“Watch yourself. After all, you may be decent at dancing, but your foul attitude could be easily burnt away.”

Twisted from: The Evil Queen’s Red Iron Shoes

Coppelia Waltz

コッペリア・ウォールス

CV: ???

Technical Info.

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Demisexual

Birthday: 05/25

Age: 18

Height: 5’7 (170)

Hair Color: Charcoal Black

Eye Color: River Grey

Hand Pref.: Left

Homeland: City of Flowers

College Info.

Year: 1st

Class: 1B Set 27

Club: Track and Field

Favorite Subject: Art

Other.

Hobby: Flower Arrangement

Likes: Weddings

Dislikes: Forgiving others

Favorite Food: French Toast

Hated Food: Sunflower Seeds

Specialty: Ballet

UM: Iron Vengeance

The lower part of your body becomes bound to an unseeable fire. Until your begging finds value, you’ll dance in a hot hell forever.

The Dancing Plague

There was once a little girl, in a little village, who was born with no feet. Despite her obvious disability, she still dreamed of dancing in front of a large crowd, with flowers being thrown at her graceful figure. The other ballerinas in her class, however, thought differently.

“All you do is sit on your wheelchair without any legs to stand on, and that’s where you’ll be until you die of old age!” They’d pick on her without fail. “Hurry and give up, us real ballerinas need no stumpy girls like you!”

Brought to tears by their cruelty, the little girl fled the studio and sped into the woods. She wheeled on the mossy grass for hours and hours, losing herself in both the trees and her tears. Suddenly, the girl heard a tune like no other, and drew closer to the sound. That is when she saw it—a fairy dance.

Countless humans danced hand-in-hand, even as their feet were dyed red. But the faeries, oh the faeries, how gracefully they danced! Like flowers in the wind, they scattered and reformed and flew so freely!

It was only until one noticed the child that the music stopped, and they gathered around. And yet, the girl was not met with hostility.

“What is a mortal so young doing in the woods?” One asked.

She cried out her woes to the faeries, describing how terrible the other students were, and how she just wanted to learn to dance. The fae, finding sympathy for the little human, quickly thought up a way to fix her problem.

They lifted her from her wheelchair and flew her to their lair. On the first night of her visit, the ballerina was granted a pair of silver slippers, able to lift her off the ground. She cried and cried that night, so joyous to finally dance.

On the second night, the faeries taught her their peculiar dance. Like the humans she saw in the circle, she twirled and jumped without end. But unlike their tired bodies, she proved herself relentless, refusing to stop unless her steps matched her teachers’. Soon enough, she was dancing just as gracefully.

On the 3rd and final night, the fae taught her a magic spell. Still being the tricksters they always were, they giggled and snickered as they whispered an incantation in her ear.

“But why do I need such a spell?” She curiously asked.

“To punish those naughty children,” one fae answered, “and to give you a sense of retribution.”

So on that night, when she left the forest and came back to the dancehall, she whispered out that little spell, cursing her classmates to a fiery pain. Without any dancers to take their spot, the adults dragged the little girl from her seat and onto the stage.

There, with her classmates wailing backstage as their feet burned the same bloody red as the humans in the forest, the little girl danced. Her iron shoes glistened on the stage, as the crowd stared in awe at her beautiful performance. And even past the thundering applause of the audience, and flowers being thrown to her feet, the little girl could only think of one thing—

That her dream finally came true.

❤️‍🔥…

“Do you have any final thoughts, Miss Waltz?” The reporter pointed the mic in her face, grinning.

The child thought, before looking up to her horrified mother, who had built her metal shoes herself. Then, to her sickened upperclassmen, who taught her the magic of vengeance and the dance that wowed the crowd.

Smiling, she turned back to the camera, concerned parents rushing behind her.

“I’d just like to thank everyone who supported me, and helped me achieve my dream! This really feels like a fairytale come true!”

#twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst #coppelia waltz #character profile #pomefiore #twst pomefiore #pomefiore oc

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

A garchomp caring for a fidough reader?

How did a little Fidough like you come to befriend someone as terrifying as Garchomp?

Well, it all started when you were rescued from an aggressive pack of Maschiff, led by a Mabosstiff who accused you of trespassing on their turf. You genuinely didn't think you were intruding, and apologized profusely.

Unfortunately, they wanted to teach you a "valuable lesson", and ended up backing you into a corner.

Or rather..near the edge of a cliff.

At the time, you didn't have any fairy-type moves that could help you get out of this troubling situation. All you could do was shuffle backwards as the Maschiffs stalked closer to you, ignoring your pleas for them to leave you alone.

But just when it seemed like you were doomed...

A Garchomp suddenly swooped down, standing between you and the group of mean dog Pokémon, putting on their best Scary Face.

They ended up exposing the Mabosstiff as a Zorua, causing the whole pack to scatter. None of them dared to test a Garchomp's might.

You thanked them over and over for saving your life, only for them to snarl about how you were all making a fuss near a Gible den they were watching over--hence the reason for their intervention.

Despite this, you had no fear of the dragon/ground type and vowed to become their friend that day.

And yet...they never actually did anything to scare you off, nor did they consider flying to another part of Paldea to be rid of you forever.

You refused to leave their side, following them around like a Pawmi counting steps with its trainer.

Understandably, they got annoyed with this and insisted you left them be, saying you shouldn't get so attached to them.

What you did have, however, were baby-doll eyes that proved super effective against them when you pleaded to stay with them, as you really had nowhere else to go. And you felt in debt to them for rescuing you.

It's not that they were afraid of you for being a fairy type. If anything, it was the least of their concerns. They were far stronger than you.

Heck, you could barely hurt them with Play Rough even if you learned that.

So...they eventually gave in.

That day, Garchomp found out they're weak to fairy types both in...and outside of battles.

............

"Where are we going??"

"Into this cavern."

"What's here???"

"..my home. It will be cold tonight. So we must hurry."

"Okay!!" Wagging your round tail, your stumpy legs raced to catch up with the tall dragon Pokémon as you both entered the cave.

Garchomp could see the little Sableyes who made their home here stare at them, and then you, confusion written all over their faces.

Luckily the ghosts only had an appetite for gems, or else you'd be dessert.

They wondered what life was like for a Pokémon who so-happened to resemble human food, as they were quite common in this region. They've seen very few Fidoughs, and even fewer Daschbunds out in the wild.

Apparently this was because humans domesticated a majority of them for their yeast breath...or so Garchomp overheard.

To them, it just seemed like an abuse of your species. So they were surprised to see you didn't belong to any trainer or bakery owner.

You were still a wild Fidough trying to find your place in this big world.

Eventually, you entered Garchomp's "home": a small nest made from various clothes trainers left behind on the mountains, leaves and sticks from trees....and plenty of shiny evolution stones they've collected over the past few months.

While you were excited to see all the precious gems and trinkets, you heard grumbling noises and noticed they were getting situated in their nest, ready to doze off.

They shut their eyes, only for them to snap open seconds later upon feeling you snuggle underneath their wing. Their golden gaze was stern as they slightly lifted their arm up, confused. "What're you doing?"

"Keeping you warm!" You smiled. "You said it'll be cold tonight, right?"

"....I guess I did. Fine. You can stay there. Just don't..fidget too much." Huffing through their nostrils, they shut their eyes once more, curling up.

Although you were still overcome with excitement over successfully befriending this dragon, the trek to their den made you quite tired.

Soon enough exhaustion overcame you, too. With a small yawn, you curled up into a ball and closed your eyes.

And you drifted off to sleep alongside your new best friend, eager for whatever tomorrow may bring.

#unlikely besties #clanask #pokemon x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #garchomp #fidough #pokemon reader #fluff

[fairy-verse]

Do the big folk/fairy hunters sometimes take the mushrooms to sell to children? They wouldn’t be much compared to fairy’s but they’d sell to kids pretty easily and quickly considering kids will do anything for something they find interesting

Mushroom people are highly sought after as pets when it comes to kids, but they are surprisingly difficult to catch. You’d think a magical creature that slowly wobbles along on the forest floor would be easy to catch, but their stumpy little legs can sense vibrations from far, far away, and this gives them time to hide and seek shelter. They are also more easily found in the heart of the forest, and that’s a place few to nearly none of the big folk have seen due to spring fairies chasing them off. The forest is also extremely hostile at night, with trolls roaming about and killing any big folk they see, and the trees themselves are never helpful to the folk either, so they must settle with trying to find the few mushroom people who’ve gotten lost and wandered near the edge of the forest instead.

#aufairyverse #utmv #ask for the fairy #general fairy info

[monotone-artist]

attack on @stormystarlight, revenges on @tmuse-ac and eclipsecipher!

[id: a few different drawings. the first is a halfbody of a zelda original character, bandu. they are a light brown owl-like rito with a white face, which has an orange heart-shaped marking in the middle. he is wearing blademaster earrings, leather armor, and an orange bandana on his shoulders with a yellow zigzag pattern. she is gently smiling with her eyes closed, her wings held up to her chest.

the second is bogwog, an anthro tadpole with fairy wings. they are dark brown with a lighter underside, and they are covered in freckles. they have poofy green-and-yellow-gradient hair, and big brown eyes. it is wearing an orange leaf cloak, a tattered purple tunic, and a cloth around its waist. they appear to be sitting, their hands on their legs, smiling slightly as they glance off to the side.

the last is of two hollow knight original characters, drell and rem. drell is an adult vessel with long, barbed horns. she is wearing a gray cloak with the long nail charm. rem is a young vessel with crooked, uneven horns, and a third stumpy one. they are wearing a dark blue cloak that reaches the floor. rem is holding a piece of geo, their head surrounded by flowers and sparkles to indicate their happiness, and more pieces of geo surrounds them on the floor. drell is standing next to rem, looking at them. the drawing is in purple hues. end id]

#art fight 2023 #legend of zelda #hollow knight #furry #bogwogbogwobgwobgowobgowbogwogbogwogbogwwobogwobogwobogwobobogwobogowbogogogoggogogogo

[fictionadventurer]

There is not a single homely thing that, looked at from a certain angle, does not become fairy. Think of the Dapple, or the Dawl, when they roll the sunset towards the east. Think of an autumn wood, or a hawthorn in May. A hawthorn in May — there’s a miracle for you! Who would ever have dreamed that that gnarled stumpy old tree had the power to do that? Well, all these things are familiar sights, but what should we think if never having seen them we read a description of them, or saw them for the first time? A golden river! Flaming trees! Trees that suddenly break into flower! For all we know, it may be Dorimare that is Fairyland to the people across the Debatable Hill

-Lud-in-the-Mist, Hope Mirrlees

#lud-in-the-mist #books #i was so upset i couldn't read emily wilde that i racked my brain trying to come up with an acceptable replacement #then i remembered this book has been on my tbr for a long time and gave it a try #excellent excellent choice #i couldn't believe it's as old as they say because the story felt so confident in what it was doing #none of the quaint whimsy or self-parody you tend to see from pre-tolkien fairy stories #gorgeous prose #i've got so many highlights #this is easiest to share independently #thanks to the chestertonian nature #i didn't like everything ('initiation into the mysteries' sets off my freemason alarms though thankfully it didn't go beyond a few mentions #and i'm not sure i understood everything #but i did love it all the same #also looking at goodreads i seem to be the only person who didn't read it because of ne*l ga*man #i can even say i read it in spite of him

[painted-bees]

Your sketches are sooo clean and like, fairy-like. Like they're spun (no pun intended) with silk.

* v* stumpy pencil and lazy nezumi, baybee!! For all your clean but toothy fairy floss linearty needs!! Aaa thank you, Boss Q vQ♡♡ this is such a poetic description ; v;

[my-book-list]

Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can't Lose

“Ah ha!” Harry cried, reaching his hands out in front of himself. He made grabby hands. “I’m almost as fast as you!” He was sweating profusely, had lost his headband in a bush fifteen minutes earlier, and couldn’t feel his fingers or toes, but he was so close he couldn’t help but beam. “I’m almost to you!” Harry said, pushing himself faster. He panted, “I’m almost—I’m—” Louis rounded a sharp corner with heavy greenery. Harry panicked and jumped over a fallen log as he hurried to get to him. When he rounded the same corner, he was met with three empty paths. Louis was nowhere to be found. He clutched his hands in his hair, tilted his head back, and howled, “No!! What are you? A wood nymph? A fairy of the woods? Legolas!? Jesus Christ!” He spun with his arms still out. “This is ridiculous! Who do you think you are!? This is fucking—” He heard something in the brush behind him and froze, his breath caught in his chest. Harry gulped, his eyes sliding sideways toward the crackling sound. Slowly, he turned his body, only to be met with a leafy branch that thwacked him square in the face. “Fuck,” he gasped, landing flat on the ground. Mud squelched under his ass, the back of his head mushed into what smelled suspiciously not like mud. “What—” The sound of quiet, high pitched laughter coincided with light feet jogging down the path that led to school. Harry lifted himself on one elbow, leaves stuck in his hair, and peered at Louis’ legs disappearing into the fog. “Legolas,” he whimpered, then shut his eyes and flopped on his back. . . . Liam plucked the last bit of green out of Harry’s hair. “Good, um, run th-this morning?” “You can laugh.” Loud laughter poured over his face before Harry even finished his statement of permission. Laughter echoed around the grunt-filled weight room from nearby athletes. Liam’s teary eyes crinkled at him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Liam said, still giggling. He squirted antibiotic ointment on Harry’s left brow. “I’m sorry, I swear. It’s just…C’mon, you gotta admit that it’s kind of funny. And symbolic.” “No,” Harry said stubbornly. “It’s not funny.” “It is. He’s literally running circles around you in your pursuit for this stupid bet, which I think is a sign you should drop it.” “No. I’m going to win.” “Well, then, you’d better start running faster, or else you’re never going to catch him.” “He’s like a gazelle, Li,” Harry said, wincing and crunching his face. Liam smoothed a band aid over the tiny cut over Harry’s brow; a wound from his brush with the brush. “A short, stumpy gazelle that doesn’t wear shoes or like football. I tried being friendly. I tried being nice. I hit on him the way I hit on everyone else, but he hates it. I’m lost. I’ve never had this happen to me before.”

irresistible by one direction

“We have books and stuff. Binders with plays in them. Plus, we practice a lot.” “Well, dancers practice a lot, too. I guess it’s similar. You’ve got soft hands.” He did a little spin as he walked. “And I’ve got fast feet.” Harry stopped walking, shaking his head. “Fuck me, Tomlinson.” He broke into a jog with hands outstretched. “You’re so damn cute.” by @haydolce on ao3

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#ao3 feed larry #larry fanfiction #larry fic #larry #ao3 fanfic #smut #sports au #truth or dare

[pokemonlunarregion]

Sentret and Furret, top normal bottom shiny.

How to evolve: Sentret to Furret level up to level 15.

Region: A region of eternal night as scientists created plants that could grow in moonlight, though there is some places that try to create artificial lights for the plants that couldn't grow in the moonlight. The moon still changing to different fullness percents with times there is no moon visible.

Region name: Lunar region.

Type: Fairy Normal.

Ability: Sentret: Scrappy. Furret: Pixilate.

Description: These pokemon are very friendly and are one of the pokemon used when those in the region make clothing or other items to appear cute. Its friendly nature allows it to be very approachable even in the wild as it seems to sense that it is not being meant harm. It's adorable charm helps in keeping it safe from being harmed by humans. It tends to like to live in areas where flowers, that feed off of moonlight, grow as it will roll around in the flowers happily. Despite its friendly appearance it is able to sense if there is real danger, though it will first try to be friendly towards danger before choosing to run if friendly does not work. They'll even allow others of its kind near it without any hostility. It only attacks if it has no other choice or if it is being lead by a trainer who orders it to attack. When owned by a trainer it is not bothered with following its trainers order to attack, though if it is forced to attack not under the command of its trainer then both stages of evolution do run the risk of being saddened for a week or so afterwards because of it. So there are some who do everything that they can to protect areas where wild ones are in order to not risk one having to attack then become basically depressed for a bit.

Sentret is able to hop around on its tail and also be able to walk around on its stumpy looking legs, though it prefers to move around on its tail as it can see just that little bit further that it can watch for danger. It's ears remain perked up and there has been no instances of its ears flopping down, even those that try to push them down can't get them to go down despite the ears being soft like the rest of its body, which was looked into and it is because its ears were built to be able to be alert of its surroundings to know if something is approaching. Its ears are so sensitive that it can sense someone at the outskirts of a field of flowers from the other side which can reach up to a lakes length in the place they mostly show up. It only approaches if someone gets too close. It is known as plush and soft short furred with some trainers even mixing them up for a plushie causing some to think to their Sentret is missing. It's friendliness and cuteness tends to only make it belong to trainers who really love cute things with some preferring to keep it in its preevolution form, and others eager for their Sentret to evolve to turn extra cute. It only eats the flowers leaving the stem and leaves intact. Its large arms are a simple way to trick an enemy to think that it isn't an easy target.

Furret is rated as one of the cutest pokemon in the Lunar region. It is featured in more cute merchandise than its preevolution form. It is a lot more outgoing than its previous stage as it is known to run up to visitors of where it is currently located. It will sit and wave its arms with a smile at the visitor to determine if it needs to run or not. If the visitor does not show that this pokemon has to run then it will demand attention, for humans it weaves itself around their legs until the human pets it. It will even roll around allowing humans to pet every inch of its body. Its fur is long though soft and its fur hardly ever tangles. Its fur stops growing once long enough to cover a human hand that lays flat on its actual body. Its fur will grow back if cut or damaged. This regrowing process takes thirty whole days to complete, thirty one if one counts the first day that its fur is at the length that it stops growing. In fact its fur is one of the ways to make some wigs or even hair extensions for humans. Its friendly nature has kept it from being mistreated even by those who are money hungry. Plus the availability of other kinds of wigs can make competition for the market tough. Some people will seek out wigs made from this pokemons fur because even when not attached to its body its fur will still not tangle, making it ideal for those who don't want to waste time brushing their wigs. It will curl itself into a ball to sleep looking like just a furry ball and not a pokemon if it is asleep.  It is known more for being cute than for really anything else. It enjoys eating the petals off of flowers and it will pick its meals carefully so as to not wipe out all flowers. This is because it especially has a love of rolling and running in the flower fields, so eating all the flowers would ruin what it loves to do.

Lore:

Sentret when it was first discovered was believed to be a fighting pokemon. So some trainers who were big into fighting pokemon caught one to train it. Only to be confused when it wasn't learning the fighting type moves that they wanted. Luckily by the time that it becomes seen as not the fighting pokemon a trainer was hoping for its already found a place in the trainers heart, so the pokemon was usually switched to just being a comfort pokemon for its trainer instead as the trainer couldn't bear abandoning it. A man retired from his position at his family dojo leaving it to his son then looked into this pokemon deeper than others bothered to do. Doing so because he didn't have much else to do. He published his findings which finally revealed that it wasn't fighting type at all. So those big into fighting type pokemon stopped going after this pokemon for that reason. Though it was still a recommended pokemon for an at home comfort pokemon by those in the fighting type pokemon community, thus this pokemon can be owned by a fighting type trainer though will usually not be used in any battles and just be pampered at home. The idea expanded into those who loved cute pokemon and the cute pokemon trainers really took notice of this pokemon and its evolution.

Furret when it was discovered confused everyone at first though quickly won peoples hearts that any confusion was forgotten about. It was seen as more of a house pokemon and hardly ever saw a battle unless a trainer was using it against a hostile intruder. It was at first mostly kept by those who ended up evolving the previous evolution stage when it was believed to be fighting type. It was thought that this pokemon lost its fighting type so it was usually left at home by its trainer if it evolved. It tends to be pampered and cherished deeply by its trainer since like its previous evolution it helped fighting trainers by comforting and relaxing them. The cute pokemon trainers actually work together to help protect places this pokemon lives from a love for this pokemon and its previous evolution. Its popularity especially exploded with cute themed merchandise.

Design inspiration: Tanuki, cute ways some animals wrap their tails around their feet, ferrets, and just cuteness in general.

Lunar region is a region that I have thought about making. I will be making more Pokémon and variants for this region.

#pokemon lunar region #pokemon lunar #pokemon #lunar region #pokemon region #pokemon fanart #pokemon regional variant #pokemon regional #pokemon fan made region #pokemon fan made #pokemon regional furret #pokemon regional sentret #pokemon sentret #pokemon furret

[cyberrat]

68th Batch Of Fics: 6th Fill

Hanzo/Cassidy – Part 2/2 – demon!Cassidy; cupid!Hanzo; smoke monster; auction; size difference; small dick humiliation – Cole just uses him like a big ol' fleshlight.

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The chains that the things are trussed up with on the night market are thin and silvery and look like they would come from one of their little fairy smithies – but they are nigh indestructible.

Hanzo has to find that out now as Cole curls the length around his arms and stumpy little wings until every bit of struggle pulls on his shoulder blades as if he is about to rip out his own wings. That gets him to behave pretty quickly, even when Cole has him positioned in front of him like some kind of fucked up battering ram and is slowly but surely cramming his cock into him.

He doesn’t plead but he does soon start to whine, louder and louder as his muscular legs spread nice and wide to try and make more space inside his body; as if that would help alleviate the impossible stretch of Cole’s massive cock.

Nothing helps, though. Not even when Cole’s cock is producing a thick, tar-like sludge that somewhatslicks the way as he rocks his hips in lazy little nudges back and forth. He’s been a wild stud a few thousand years ago but now he’s old enough to want to enjoy breaking apart a pretty little thing like Hanzo.

One that is so nice and muscular and promising to take a lot of punishment before its will is broken…

He makes sounds even when Cole’s dick is deep enough inside his stomach that he could very well let go of him and parade him around skewered on his cock. Breathy little gurgles that bubble out of his throat and don’t sound nearly as upset as Cole would have suspected.

Cole makes himself a little bigger so he can curl his hands easily around the thing. Hanzo’s stomach is distended with cock; grotesquely, so. When Cole pulls him off his dick he can see his hole, a big gaping O of sloppy, useless muscle now that he’s spread him open mercilessly.

He can look inside him at all those dark pink, glistening insides, and tells him as much.

“Sound awfully happy for someone who gets their insides carved out with a cock,” he drawls and slaps the massive mushroom tip against the lewd gape once or twice before starting to shove himself back inside his cocksleeve. He likes the warmth Hanzo radiates. It is different than the one he produces; more benign and prickling along his massive, oozing shaft.

Sludge has started to drip liberally down to the ground while Hanzo’s legs spasm uselessly in the air whenever the thick shaft presses brutally hard against something squishy and sensitive inside his body.

Cole sighs deeply and pushes in even deeper. Looking down he can enjoy the view of Hanzo’s pink, ludicrously small wings twitching every now and then. Their feathers look so soft, even he is loathe to get them dirty for now, so he leaves them be.

“You’re not one of those little fuckers that shoot the arrows, are you? You gotta walk around, I’m sure… that’s why your thighs are so juicy.” He pinches one to make a point, feeling soft skin and hard muscle in equal measures.

“Bet you get bullied by all those little cherubs,” he chortles. And, because Hanzo apparently doesn’t have any air left inside his lungs as it is being all pushed out by Cole’s dick, he continues without opposition: “Did you ever try using that little thing you got? No way it reaches in any hole. Thought at first you were a female, y’know? Got nice fat tits on you, after all.”

Hanzo wheezes. It sounds angry but it’s not like Cole cares. He is insanely fascinated by the thing’s attitude, even speared on dick as he is.

Nice and sturdy to boot. He takes it like a champ, only gurgling occasionally as if one of the sparks shooting through that pretty little head of his finds a receptor that reminds him he is supposed to fight Cole’s kind.

His legs keep spasming every once in a while, his stomach grotesquely distorted from the massive cock reaming him. Cole knows, because he can feel it whenever he stops groping those soft, plump tits and instead cups a hand over the thing’s stomach.

He’s suitably sure none of the other things would have been able to take him like this. Even Hanzo’s wings are a lot more sturdy than they look. Despite them being small and pink and pretty much unnecessarily fluffy, they don’t rip out once Cole gets a hand on them.

Hanzo still whines and arches his back, trying to alleviate the strain on the delicate bones. The motion of his whole body feels insane on Cole’s cock so instead of giving him some more slack, he pulls even harder, both little wings in the grip of one meaty, unforgiving hand.

To put insult to injury, he also begins to push more sludge-like smoke into Hanzo. It oozes from the tip of his cock and from along his shaft, filling him until his belly is starting to distend.

Hanzo’s mouth opens, tongue lolling out… and because Cole has started to really enjoy fucking with his head, he lets his sludge travel through the cupid’s body until it drips out of his throat.

Hanzo sputters and coughs, his whole body shuddering as he convulses and fights against being so completely and utterly owned… but that, too, has to give way eventually. There’s nothing he can do, after all. Nothing but accept the fact that Cole is his master now and he will use him any which way he deems fit.

He’ll let him get cleaned up again just so he can smear his sludge and cum all over that plump, pink body of his over and over again.

It surprises him how much the thought excites him. He grabs Hanzo again with both hands and starts to move him up and down along his cock. The sound of his sludge dripping back out of his ruined hole as his cock forces it to bubble out of him is like music to his ears.

Cole can imagine that ridiculous little bump of a dick bouncing desperately as he gets filled over and over again, his pristine body ruined by Cole as he barrels towards his own orgasm. For one short, hot moment he finds himself debating whether he should force the thing to come as well… but that might be one more insult at another time.

The mess he pumps into him when he comes is downright negligible after all the other stuff he’s pushed into Hanzo, filling him up like a damn balloon.

The sight once he pulls him off his cock is absolutely breath taking: Hanzo’s hole is gaping wide, sludge and cum dripping out of him with no end in sight. His rim is nice and soft; the perfect thing to play with while Cole thinks about what to do to him next time.

Usually it is a one-and-done kind of deal when he gets one of the things off the Night Market… but he feels like he might keep Hanzo around for longer than that just to watch the anger on his face slowly morph into despair and panic.

Mmmhhh Yes.

#cyberratting writes stuff #hanzo/cassidy #demon!cassidy #cupid!hanzo #size difference

[eng-nor-words]

🧚🏻‍♂️Eventyr - fairy tale; folk tale

Asbjørnsen og Moe - Collectors of Norwegian folklore.

H.C. Andersen - A Danish author who wrote many fairy tales.

Det var en gang ... - Once upon a time ...

Askeladden (Esben Askeladd) - Ashlad or Boots in English. The main character in many Norwegian folk tales.

Per og Pål - Ashlad's or Boot's brothers.

(en) Helt(inne) - Hero(ine)

(et) Troll - Troll, an ugly cave-dwelling creature

(ei) Trollkjerring - Female troll; witch

(ei) Heks - Witch

(en) Alv - Elf

(en) Dverg - Dwarf

(en) Fe - Fairy

(en) Jette - Giant

(en) Nisse - Pixie; gnome; goblin; brownie

(en) Tuss - Gnome; goblin; troll

(et) Underjordisk vesen - Creature of the underworld

(ei) Nymfe - Nymph

(ei) Havfrue - Mermaid

(ei) Hulder - Wicked wood nymph

(en) Nordavind - North wind; norhterly wind

(et) Barn - Child

(ei) Jente - Girl

(ei) Pike - Girl (old fashioned)

(ei) Kjerring - Old woman; old bag; hag; crone (is mostly used today in a derogatory way)

(ei) Enke - Widow

(ei) Kone - Wife

(en) Mann - Man; husband

(ei) Prinsesse - Princess

(ei) Dronning - Queen

(en) Konge - King

(et) Kongerike - Kingdom

(en) Keiser - Emperor

(en) Bror - Brother

(en) Far - Father

(ei) Bestemor - Grandmother

(en) Ulv - Woolf

(en) Bjørn - Bear

(en) Rev - Fox

(en) Gris - Pig

(en) Frosk - Frog

(en) Andunge - Duckling

(ei) Pannekake - Pancake

(en) Ert - Pea

(et) Godteri - Candy

(en) Fortelling - Story; tale

(en) Gjentakelse - Repetition

(en) Kontrast - Contrast

Så levde de lykkelig alle sine dager - And they lived happily ever after

Snipp, snapp, snute, så var eventyret ute - Snip, snap, snout, then the story was out

Some folk tales and fairy tales in Norwegian:

Askeladden og de gode hjelperne - Boots and his Crew

Askeladden som kappåt med trollet - Boots Who Ate a Match With the Troll

Per, Pål og Espen Askeladd - Boots and His Brothers

Prinsessen som ingen kunne målbinde - The Princess who always had to have Last Word

Kvitebjørn kong Valemon - King Valemon, the White Bear

Tommeliten - Thumbikin; Tom Thumb

Reve-enka - The Fox's Widow

Hvorfor bjørnen er stubbrumpet - Why the Bear Is Stumpy-Tailed

De tre bukkene Bruse - The Three Billy-Goats Gruff

Kjerringa mot strømmen - Goody Gainst-the-stream

Den syvende far i huset - The Father of the Family

Mannen som skulle stelle hjemme - The Husband Who Was to Mind the House

Pannekaken - The Pancake

Rødhette og ulven - Little Red Riding Hood

Hans og Grete - Hansel and Gretel

Snøhvit - Snow White

Askepott - Cinderella

Rapunsel - Rapunzel

Tornerose - Sleeping Beauty

Piken med svovelstikkene - The Little Match Girl

Den stygge andungen - The Ugly Duckling

Prinsessen på erten - The Princess and the Pea

Keiserens nye klær - The Emperor's New Clothes

Den lille havfrue - The Little Mermaid

Tommelise - Thumbelina

Gullhår og de tre bjørnene - Goldilocks and the Three Bears

Resources:

Website with Norwegian folktales: https://folkeeventyr.no/

Website with podcast for kids (with dialects): https://snippsnappsnute.com/pages/lytt

YouTube channel with animated fairy tales for kids (with subtitles): https://www.youtube.com/c/Barneforlaget/videos

#langblr #learn norwegian #norwegian #norsk #fairy tales #folk tales

[leggimceepr]

Ever just

legendary grim creeper boss legendary classic penguins (Kiwi cousin) funny hunter gorilla orc maniac monika shadow drop squids squid fisherman stumpy red heron bonehound cleaver bartender ghost eljak Bone Devil bus Captain-in-Charge Eldritch #evilholic explorer barkeep eyrie pumpkin face explorer priest skeleton magician vampyr plane ghost boat mamirite airplane wizard cookie mutable spectres ghostfeeder harlequin warrior gimlet sailor geordie monster daddy mr corpse fop bunny smile toy ghostly fairy wizard headmaster mastodon birdy Mcboogs burger scientist wizard simulacrum Santa Claus zombie bash elephant skull spaceman sheep turtle fission magic wizard apprentice witch ghoul wizard clock ninja frog queen

[bite-sized-devil]

Stumpy McStumpface

Saw the stump in question on a bike ride. Had to stop and get a picture obviously.

Has some 'lets sacrifice fairies' vibes going on.

#plants #nature #flowers #garden #plantlife #plant blog #australia #pale pink #pink #fairy tales

[fairy-verse]

Once upon a time...

…there was a land filled with beauty and magic. Here there were no great cities, only small villages nestled between hills, mountains, valleys, and meadows. It is a fair and quiet land, and it is the only place you will find fairies and other magical creatures of various kinds.

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Here is the Map of Fairy Island.

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Fairyverse is created by valacre & lunnar-chan. I, Valacre, have created the concept ideas and am writing the lore and the stories for it. Dii has created the fairy designs and has helped me with the lore itself by coming up with suggestions and ideas of her own.

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Nightmare 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Ink 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Error 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Lust/Rosa 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Dream 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Killer 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Cross

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The world of Fairyverse is set in medieval-esque times.

Light and dark fantasy themes will be found here.

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The Firstborn fairies are those who came before all, and they rule their own respective seasons within the Island of the Fairies.

They are – Dream, the firstborn fairy of summer. Nightmare, the firstborn fairy of autumn. Error, the firstborn fairy of winter. And Ink, the firstborn fairy of spring.

Coming after the Firstborn are the season fairies. They are born in the image of their respective firstborn, bearing characteristics not only from them but also from their hopes and dreams. They are their loyal followers. They are all Sans variants.

They are – The summer fairies, the autumn fairies, the winter fairies, and the spring fairies.

Also known as – The butterfly fairies, the mystical fairies, the moth fairies, and the dragonfly fairies.

The Firstborn and their season fairies reside on the western side of Fairy Island, but they are not the only fairy types that exist here. There are also – Monster fairies (Papyrus variants, Toriel variants, Undyne variants, Temmie variants, etc…), and Human fairies/Fae (resembling humans, often with blackened or iridescent eyes, brought to life by Ink and a human woman.)

There is also the Big Folk that has settled down on most of the eastern side of Fairy Island. These are regular humans and monsters who travelled over the waters to find new and peaceful lands to live on. A few of them hunt fairies (specifically season fairies) for their wings, blood, and bodies. The Big Folk that lives close to the Great Forest (Ink’s domain) are often victims of spring fairy bites, and while they believe these bites cause them to go temporarily insane, they are, in fact, filled with extra magic that makes them able to hear the trees talk, see the bees dance, and feel the winds collect their individual stories.

Other creatures that live on Fairy Island include – The small people/monsters (the same size as fairies but lack any sort of wings. They usually live in hollowed-out trees with tiny doors and windows), the mushroom people (born from residual magic dropped by the fairies, they wander along the forest floor on stumpy legs. They make soft squeaks, but no one knows if they are intelligent or not. Often used as pets by fairies), gnomes (the same size as fairies and wear tall, pointy hats of either red, blue, or green that cover their eyes. They live underground and are only active during winter), stonemen (resembling boulders and mountains, these are gentle giants that often remain asleep for most of their lives. They are immortal unless anyone chips them away), trolls (vicious and dangerous, they live in caves and underground shelters during the day and come out at night to hunt whatever they can lay their hands on, including fairies and Big Folk alike), and finally, the elusive flower people (little is known about them. They live on the Isle of Luna, south-east of Fairy Island.)

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The image used as this blog's avatar and as the header image is made by @lunnar-chan, whilst the image used in the sidebar is made by @comyet.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼 𓍊ྀ ࿔

#Fairyverse #aufairyverse #lumin the fairy

[go-amy-go]

Dear Bride and Groom, I am Perfectly Capable of Dressing Myself for Your Wedding, so Calm TF Down

That’s right, my loves. I am a grown woman with a credible fashion sense. In fact, since you forgot when my birthday is and planned your wedding on that hallowed day, I will be exactly 52 the day you walk down the aisle. In those 52 years I have learned how to dress my particular body. I am unlikely to show up under or overdressed (as long as you finally get around to sharing the dress code with us). I will cover up any offensive tattoos and my hair will be a silver and blue cloud of loveliness. So you don’t need to worry about me, No, I mean it, stop worrying about me and sending me pictures of bridesmaids dresses that will make me look like a stumpy flower fairy. I mean, I’m not a bridesmaid. I’m not an anything, really. Stepparents get stuck out of the way somewhere, which is absolutely fine with me.

BUT! As a gesture of good will, I will show you some of the dresses I have considered and rejected. This will make you feel better and engender trust in my decision making process. I think.

Anyway, here we go:

You have to admit, people like this look. Something about the doubled-up granny hose and the sparkly crotch just does it for a lot of people. But I really wouldn’t want to upstage the wedding party, which I most certainly would if I attempted to stuff myself into this glamorous sausage casing.

This looks super comfortable and I think it comes in your theme colors but I am sensitive to the the objections of the older guests who might be troubled by this ensemble. Is your internet-ordained celebrant also an exorcist?

This festive fabric is popping with with colorful birds. You like birds, don’t you? Oh, sure, I get it. Psychedelics aren’t on the menu. Moving on.

Ok, I can see that this is inappropriate for a beach wedding. Still, I may pick up some horns to slip on when you aren’t paying attention. (Which should be always, seeing as it’s your wedding day and you have enough to worry about!)

Did you know that I once played a ringmaster in a school musical? My costume was nowhere near as exciting as this one, although I did have a large hat. So you can understand why I am drawn to it. Still, as far as I know we are not going to be having a Hug Jackman sing-along, so I’ll skip it.

If only you were getting married on a farm! This one is made out out honest-to-goodness flour sacks and cast-off overalls, but maybe it’s a bit immodest.

This, on the other hand, is Duggar-esque. Having lived through a half century of August birthdays I can tell you that this would render the wearer miserable in about 5 minutes. Waaay too much fabric.

This is the dress I most wish I could wear, although I promise I won’t. I just know how much I would enjoy drifting through the ballroom like the vengeful ghost of a Victorian governess. Alas.

As a final gift to you, let me suggest that if you are really adamant that I match the other two mothers you should consider this new take on twinsies, er, tripletsies. I call dibs on green!

And so, my beloved children, I hope I have shown you that I can be trusted to pick out my own appropriate wedding attire. Now you can stop thinking about it and turn your attention to the little shells you are going to scatter on the tables.

Much love,

Your wicked stepmother

#bridezilla #weddings #stepmother

[lienguistics]

湊かなえ・少女

all vocabulary, misc grammar

p7 収容 - accommodation, taking in

p8 迫害 - persecution, oppression  卑屈 - subservient, obedient

p11 匿名 - anonymity 

p14 芳香剤 - air freshener

p16 炎天下 - under the blazing sun, in the sweltering heat 寝たきり - bedridden  吹き替え - dubbing ～してまで - go so far as to  偏見 - prejudice, bias 黎明 - dawn, daybreak 

p18 瞬発 - instantaneous 跳躍 - jumping, leap 推薦 - recommendation, referral 後遺症 - after-effects 礼節 - decorum, politeness 創設 - establishing, founding えんじ色 - dark red 過呼吸 - hyperventilation

p20 ガセネタ - bogus information, fake intelligence 潮 - tide, current, opportunity  芝居 - play, acting, drama 言わんばかり - as if to say 号泣 - wailing, bawling one’s eyes out, crying buckets

p22 しらっと - apathetically, subdued 喜怒哀楽 - human emotions (joy, anger, grief, pleasure)

p24 ぼやく - grumble, complain ねぎらい - expression of appreciation for someone’s efforts  綱渡り - walking the tightrope 

p26 非 - fault, error, mistake 門限 - closing up, curfew 

p30 ひょろい - spindly, weak  本職 - main job, expertise 

p32 ねぎらう - show appreciation for someone of equal or lower status 廃品回収 - waste recovery, salvaging

p34 もったいぶる - put on airs, pretentious 専念 - giving undivided attention, devoting to

p38 閑散 - deserted, inactive 同調 - conform, align, agree ユニットバス - premade bath

p40 醸す - to brew, cause, give rise to, bring about

p42 目頭 - inner corner of the eye 酔いしれる - be infatuated with みみず - earthworm 無性に - very much, intensely

p48 補習 - supplementary lessons 先取り - receiving / completing in advance 訓示 - instruction, teaching 定年退職 - compulsory retirement age 愛用 - favorite, habitually used

p50 刃向かえる - bite back, retaliate  物差し - ruler, measuring tape 振り回す - wield, brandish

p52 教頭 - vice principal  不倫 - extramarital sex, affair  かつら - wig, toupee ずっこける - make a fool of oneself, slip down

p54 仕返し - payback くよくよ - fret / worry / fuss over しらっと - dull, dispassionate, apathetic

p56 練る - knead, polish 短絡 - illogical / rash jump to conclusions

p63 メルヘンチック - fairy-tale-like 舗装 - paving (a road) 指定 - specification, assignment 

p64 苦情 - complaints, grievances 脱走 - escape, fleeing 吹き抜け - atrium, well, vault; drafty きりっと - having a crisp / smartly dressed appearance よろける - stumble, stagger

p66 当てにする - to count / depend on, have confidence in 交代 - alternate, switch 

p68 多目的 - multipurpose  調節 - regulation, adjustment, control 覇気 - spirit, drive, ambition 福祉 - welfare 気に障る - hurt someone’s feelings, rub them the wrong way

p70 ふれあい - rapport おもむく - to go in the direction of

p72 まわりくどい - roundabout  ひざまずく - kneel 腹持ち - feeling of fullness 布教 - propagation, missionary work

p74 苦悶 - anguish

p78 校章 - school badge / emblem 車椅子 - wheelchair  ちまちま - small, compact 空気入れ - bicycle pump ぴちぴち - bursting with youth and energy 憑依 - spirit possession 

p80 気が利く - thoughtful, tactful, sensible, sensitive パイ���椅子 - folding chair

p82 音符 - musical notes  読み聞かせ - read aloud to another 紛らわしい - easily mixed up もったいぶる - put on airs, act important 赤ずきん - little red riding hood

p84 変身 - metamorphosis, transformation

p86 猟師 - hunter

p88 市販 - commercially available  ちんちくりん - short, stumpy (height), undersized (trousers)

p90 柿 - persimmon  臼 - mortar 我ながら - if i do say so myself かたき - rival, opponent  因果応報 - just desserts, karma, retribution, getting what one deserves めでたしめでたし - and they all lived happily ever after くすぶる - smoulder

p92 究極 - ultimate, final

p94 すずり - inkstone 朱色 - vermillion  頑固 - stubborn 根性 - willpower, determination, guts 黎明 - dawn

p96 きりっと - having a crisp appearance, dressing smartly

p104 因果応報 - retribution, poetic justice, just desserts 釜 - iron pot, cauldron  差し引く - deduct, take away

p106 しんどい - frazzled, tired 原付 - scooter, moped

p108 孝行 - filial piety  バツイチ - one-time divorcee  親衛隊 - bodyguards 突拍子もない - outrageous, absurd, abnormal  画数 - kanji stroke count いざという時 - at the critical moment

p110 ぱっとしない - unspectacular, unimpressive

p112 高分子吸収体 - high polymer absorbent 生傷 - fresh wound / bruise 漂白剤 - bleach 

p114 幼稚 - infancy ことごとく - entirety, altogether むしり取る - tear / rip off forcibly 威厳 - dignified, commanding

p116 その場しのぎ - makeshift, temporary measure

p121 出だし - start, beginning 朝イチ - first thing in the morning 

p122 免じる - to dismiss from a position; exempt, excuse from 不死身 - immortality, invulnerability, insensibility to pain

p126 ときめく - to beat fast / flutter (heart) 偏差値 - deviation value

p128 臨終 - deathbed, dying hour 活き活き - lively, energetic

p130 恍惚 - ecstasy, trance

p132 取り仕切る - to manage / run all my oneself 事項 - matter, item, facts しんみり - quietly, softly, seriously, intimately, heart-to-heart 毅然 - resolute, firm, dauntless

p134 大往生 - peaceful death 常駐 - permanent, resident 閃く - flash (to one’s mind, lightning), flutter 人見知り - shy, stranger anxiety 俄然 - all of a sudden

p138 もだえる - writhe in pain, agonize ひんむく - peel off roughly, rip off かきむしる - tear, pluck, scratch off へたり込む - sit down hard, sink down to the floor 手柄 - achievement, feat

p140 儚い - fleeting 欲張り - greed, avarice

p142 ひとりじめ - hog all to oneself はにかむ - be shy, bashful 稽古 - practice すぶり - practice swinging

p146 痰 - phlegm 吸引 - absorption  よそ様 - other person, third party (polite)

p152 懲りる - learn one’s lesson the hard way, be discouraged

p154 縁起 - omen

p156 ついでに - while one is at it, incidentally 

p160 あつかましい - impudent, shameless かけがえのない - irreplaceable  ～てなんぼ - what matters is, it all comes down to, if nothing else 

p164 趣向を変えて - for a change, for variety’s sake ちまちま - small, compact 大盛況 - great, roaring success

p168 的中 - hitting the mark / target, right on the spot 頭をかかえる - be at wits’ end, perplexed  煮えくりかえる - boil, seethe

p170 支社 - branch office うろこ状 - scaly, scale-like

p172 御影石 - granite 立て続け - succession, continuation

p178 すけすけ - see-through, sheer 明晰 - clear, distinct

p180 殺到 - rush, flood

p182 びっしり - closely (packed), (working) sufficiently 伏せ字 - symbol used in place of censored word !@¥& やらかす - to do something negative, blunder, mess up, commit an error

p184 いい気になる - be self-complacent, conceited, full of oneself 癪にさわる - annoy, cause offense 

p186 がっつく - be greedy

p190 画鋲 - thumb tack 初志貫徹 - carrying out one’s original intention くじ引き - lottery, drawn lot

p192 ふやける - soft, soggy, lazy 抜け目のない - shrewd, astute

p194 砂浜 - sandy beach 軽はずみ - thoughtless, rash, impudent  抜け駆け - getting a head start 俄然 - all of a sudden

p198 不祥事 - scandal, misconduct 堤防 - floodbank, embankment, dike 穴場 - hole-in-the-wall, good place not many people know of そこら中 - everywhere, from all over the place 調達 - procure, provide, supply

p200 ぜいぜい - gasping for breathe, puffing and wheezing

p202 くねくね - winding, meandering 颯爽 - gallant, dashing

p204 舗装 - paving (a road), pavement

p206 脆い - brittle, weak, fragile; tender-hearted, sentimental

p208 こりごり - had enough of, tired of, learnt one’s lesson あらぬこと - the unthinkable

p210 ねんざ - twist, sprain

p212 語呂合わせ - wordplay game

p214 予言書 - written prophecy 張り切る - be in high spirits, enthusiastic 空振り - swing and a miss

p216 間取り - house plan 仕切る - partition, divide; manage, run, direct 葛藤 - conflict

p222 おまじない - good luck charm

p224 けんか腰 - belligerent  いやらしい - lewd, obscene

p226 ひとまとめ - bundle, bunch up 不本意 - reluctant, unwilling

p228 にやりと - suggestively, broadly, sneering こじれる - get complicated, turn sour 後始末 - dealing with the aftermath, cleaning up after  屈辱 - humiliation, disgrace

p230 うずくまる - crouch

p232 腹いせ - retaliation ほどこす - to do, perform, give, supply

p234 往生際が悪い - not knowing when to give up, being a bad loser 解雇 - dismissal of an employee, fire someone

p236 お得感 - money-saving feeling, bargain feeling 損する - waste one’s time / effort 

p238 固執 - sticking / adhering to, persistence 

p244 気のせい - just one’s imagination バツイチ - one-time divorced  冤罪 - false charge / accusation 小遣い - pocket money, allowance

p248 未遂 - failed attempt

p253 陥れる - to trap / throw into a difficult situation 

p254 あいまって - coupled with, together 鎮痛剤 - analgesic  願掛け - making a prayer 

p256 油断 - negligence  ぶちまける - dump (onto the floor), spill, reveal everything 

p258 惨事 - tragedy, disaster

p260 血の通った - warm, compassionate, human  煮え切らない - half-cooked, vague, half-hearted しゅんと - dejectedly 

p262 カモにする - swindle, dupe

p264 渋る - be reluctant / unwilling / hesitant  親密 - intimacy, friendship 

p266 前のめり - pitching forward as if about to fall, proactive  りりしい - dignified, brave, gallant 手ぶら - empty-handed 

p276

酸欠 - oxygen-deficiency  払い落とす - to brush / shake off

p278 ちゃっかり - shrewd, smart, calculating  笑上戸 - laughs easily 情に脆い - susceptible, soft-hearted

p280 その場しのぎ - makeshift, stopgap 

p288 おぼつかない - uncertain, unreliable

p290 訃報 - news of someone’s death 香典 - gift brought to the funeral 

p294 明け暮れる - spend all one’s time doing, day in day out, be absorbed in つきっきり - constant attendance / supervision 荒療治 - drastic measures

p298 かたき討ち - vengeance, retaliation

p305 みっちり - tightly, intensely, closely packed どうのこうの - this or that 食い下がる - to hound, refuse to back down

p308 自己陶酔 - narcissism  拠点 - position あてのない - aimless 手許 - at hand, nearby 滅亡 - downfall, destruction

p312 猥褻 - obscene, improper, indecent

p314 屈辱 - humiliation, disgrace  戯言 - nonsense, silly talk

#湊かなえ #少女 #語彙 #単語 #文法

[pablolf]

Are people becoming afraid of American movies? When acquaintances ask me what they should see and I say THE LAST WALTZ or CONVOY or EYES OF LAURA MARS, I can see the recoil. It's the same look of distrust I encountered when I suggested CARRIE or THE FURY or JAWS or TAXI DRIVER or the two GODFATHER pictures before that. They immediately start talking about how they ''don't like" violence. But as they talk you can see that it's more than violence they fear. They indicate that they've been assaulted by too many schlocky films—some of them highly touted, like THE MISSOURI BREAKS. They're tired of movies that reduce people to nothingness, they say—movies that are all car crashes and killings and perversity. They don't see why they should subject themselves to experiences that will tie up their guts or give them nightmares. And if that means that they lose out on a TAXI DRIVER or a CARRIE, well, that's not important to them. The solid core of young moviegoers may experience a sense of danger as part of the attraction of movies; they may hope for new sensations and want to be swept up, overpowered. But these other, "more discriminating" moviegoers don't want that sense of danger. They want to remain in control of their feelings, so they've been going to the movies that allow them a distance—European films such as CAT AND MOUSE, novelties like DONA FLOR AND HER TWO HUSBANDS, prefab American films, such as HEAVEN CAN WAIT, or American films with an overlay of European refinement, like the hollowly objective PRETTY BABY, which was made acceptable by reviewers' assurances that the forbidden subject is handled with good taste, or the entombed INTERIORS. 

If educated Americans are rocking on their heels—if they're so punchy that they feel the need to protect themselves—one can't exactly blame them for it. But one can try to scrape off the cultural patina that, with the aid of the press and TV, is forming over this timidity. Reviewers and commentators don't have to be crooked or duplicitous to praise dull, stumpy movies and disapprove of exciting ones. What's more natural than that they would share the fears of their readers and viewers, take it as a cultural duty to warn them off intense movies, and equate intense with dirty, cheap, adolescent? Discriminating moviegoers want the placidity of nice art—of movies tamed so that they are no more arousing than what used to be called polite theatre. So we've been getting a new cultural puritanism—people go to the innocuous hoping for the charming, or they settle for imported sobriety, and the press is full of snide references to Coppola's huge film in progress, and a new film by Peckinpah is greeted with derision, as if it went without saying that Bloody Sam couldn't do anything but blow up bodies in slow motion, and with the most squalid commercial intentions. 

This is, of course, a rejection of the particular greatness of movies: their power to affect us on so many sensory levels that we become emotionally accessible, in spite of our thinking selves. Movies get around our cleverness and our wariness; that's what used to draw us to the picture show. Movies—and they don't even have to be first-rate, much less great—can invade our sensibilities in the way that Dickens did when we were children, and later, perhaps, George Eliot and Dostoevski, and later still, perhaps, Dickens again. They can go down even deeper—to the primitive levels on which we experience fairy tales. And if people resist this invasion by going only to movies that they've been assured have nothing upsetting in them, they're not showing higher, more refined taste; they're just acting out of fear, masked as taste. If you're afraid of movies that excite your senses, you're afraid of movies. 

Pauline Kael

#pauline kael #film #review #analysis