#basme

[bmhasdeu]

Povești cu căpcăuni și vrăjitoare

Vă propunem spre lectură una dintre cele mai bune cărți cu colecție de povești înfiorătoare, potrivită pentru copii, din toată lumea. O carte palpitantă cu povești despre înfricoșătoarea vrăjitoare Baba Yaga, despre femeia șarpe din Spania, despre salvarea lui Tam Lin de la fermecătoarea Regina Zânelor, despre modul în care Părintele Moarte este prins în Mărul fermecat și despre locuința de apă…

[rudyroth79]

Petre Ispirescu, portret de Adina Romanescu

Petre Ispirescu, portret de Adina Romanescu, 2024. Inedit. Copyright © Adina Romanescu, leviathan.ro Petre Ispirescu (ianuarie 1830, București–21 noiembrie 1887, București), editor, folclorist,  povestitor, scriitor și tipograf român. Petre Ispirescu este cunoscut mai ales datorită activitații sale de culegător de basme populare românești pe care le-a repovestit cu un har remarcabil. În 1862,…

[romaniasweetromania]

https://romaniasweetromania.com/2024/01/teatrul-ion-creanga-familia-tic/

[kuruna]

Doodled something comparing their features to each other so here's something comparing their features to their parents :~) it's very important to me that AZ's more square jaw comes from his mom

Xan's hair texture comes from a grandparent, though rather than being consistently straight it's sometimes curly, sometimes not. After him and AZ reconcile, it starts to get a bit curly again :~)

[witch-house-in-winter]

I would never even imagine working for disney, but by god i wish i would be put in charge to make a 2D animated adaptation for the romanian fairytale Ileana Simziana who has pretty much a canonically trans character (i ofc lack any skills to make that possible but i still dream about this everyday)

[roseblaze13-basmvalleyarpg]

April Fools 2024 Crossover event

Basm-Valley had a Cult of the Lamb crossover event for April 2024 in which characters had to survive the wilderness, interacting with a certain sheep provided themed rewards. Fey had the worst time lol. Features/mentions two of the group's NPCs

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Grass Weaving: Fey isn't the builder type but she is pretty okay at handy crafts, and normally she wouldn't mind the company or the help... except this sheep's vibes are disgustingly vile...

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Questionable Soup: It… doesn't look good at all, but at least its edible(?)

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This one is a colab with two other members! I did the Sketch, StarlitMayorKillager (Owner of the bat) on deviantArt did lines, and TwistedToonTaylor (Owner of the elephant) also in deviantArt did the coloring

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Frayed-Nerves-and-Mushrooms:

Do you ever try to find enough food feed half a whole town only to be hit with an existential crisis from an eldritch sheep?

Word count: 1302

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Fey was pretty sure this was… The fourth week since they were just spirited away to the middle of some Gaia forsaken forest? Hard to tell. Pretty sure. Or at least she herself was sure, she definitely looked like it had been at least four weeks. Her fur was dirty and matted in several uncomfortable places, she's definitely lost a lot of weight with her meager portions of questionable soup, she honestly hadn’t looked this horribly disheveled since she was fifteen. And her nerves… Her poor, poor nerves, battered, frayed, and deep fried like the golden brown beer-batter on a fish filet… Damn it! Now she really wanted fish n chips, a big plate of it, covered in salt and dripping with oil, with tangy homemade tartar sauce on the side.

…Where was she? Oh yeah, the constant anxiety eating away at her mental state. And the source of a good chunk of said anxiety was tailing right behind her, that weird sheep mobian currently with an equally weird sword drawn. Part of her felt bad, they really haven't done anything to warrant her extreme suspicion, if anything they were super helpful, and kind, and patient. They were in general a solid rock in the middle of this hurricane of a situation, and she had noticed that several of her other townsfolk clung to that. More than what they would do with their own holy man,Father Franklin. But the vibes the lamb gave off were just so disgustingly vile. It felt old, it felt malicious, and it set her instincts immediately on edge whenever the sheep was within ten feet of her. And whenever they accidentally made eye contact it felt like their gaze pierced her to very soul. It drove her nearly mad, questioning whether she was the only one that felt it. Not to mention the cloying scent of camellia flowers, she wouldn't normally mind as she sometimes mixed the dried petals with lavender and other herbs as a sleep aid tea but after having the smell clog her nose and make her held feel a little fuzzy in the head for a month was making her hate them. Perhaps when she got home she would give her bushes a thorough pruning. If she got home…

And yet despite her personal grievances, the lamb was the only one who had volunteered to be her escort into the woods while she foraged for various edibles and medicinals today. As much as she would have preferred more came along, an extreme few had both the energy and the morale left to do so. Necessary evils, she supposes, at least her forage partner had stayed quiet save for the jingle of the bell at the sheep mobian’s neck. And to be fair, not a bad haul for today, as their baskets were mostly full with all manner of edible herbs, berries, and mushrooms. She was even able to snack on some natural treats to help curb some hunger pains, at least the ones that were okay to eat raw like dandelion leaves. But it was never enough for half a town’s population, even if it was watered down to stretch as far as it could possibly go, more was needed. More was always needed, therefore they couldn’t head back quite yet while there was still room to carry more and while the sun was still out.

The pair did, thankfully, stumble upon fallen trees absolutely covered in large yellow mushroom growths. Tentatively Fey approached the fungus to identify it, as one should always be careful with foraging mushrooms in case it is actually the poison kind. The mushrooms were bright sulfur yellow, growing in shelf-like clumps, plucking one off the log Fey held it up to her nose. Somewhat nutty, like most edible mushrooms, but with the slight hint of citrus. “Chicken of the Woods” she confirmed out loud as she then started to pick as many as the mushrooms she could possibly fit into her baskets.

The lamb followed Fey’s lead and started plucking mushrooms off the log as well “What a strange name, why is it called that may I ask?”

“Its because it has the same texture as meat, mainly chicken hence the common name, and is often cooked as a meat substitute if you’re vegetarian or vegan.” She explained, not really looking up from her task much. “It's definitely edible, for the most part anyway, and that's all that really matters right now.”

“Oh, does that mean it tastes like meat too?” the lamb wondered out loud.

“Mmmm…” Fey paused her gathering to rip apart one freshly plucked mushroom into smaller pieces, popping a chunk into her mouth and offering another to the lamb to try as well but in a way so they didn’t have to touch her. “Not like meat, no. Tastes like mushroom, with a hint of something lemon.” she said in between chews, “Have to taste-test a small amount of it raw if you never had it before though, some people have allergic reactions to it.” She watched as the lamb finally ate the offered mushroom, slowly chewing as if debating if they liked the taste or if it was going to poison them as the two of them went back to picking.

It did not take long to fill the remaining space in their baskets, and with so much more of the mushroom still ungathered Fey had taken to making additional bundles made of sheets of moss and long blades of grass until the pair physically couldn't carry anymore supplies with them. Even if it was still not dusk yet, the pair made their way back to camp with their spoils and with cat following behind sheep. And like it had before, it was a quiet journey. At least until it wasn’t.

“I must say young miss, you surprise me with your knowledge and perseverance. And you have shown me that I still have an endless road of learning ahead before I can claim true enlightenment. So I wish to gift you with some of my own observations.” The Lamb’s words seemed to cleanly slice through the silence, their complement only made Fey more uncomfortable than she already was. “You have a great deal of potential locked in you, and to have such potential is dangerous, for there are those who recognize potential like yours are often of fragile power and therefore threatened by it. Seeing but only two options as how to operate, destruction or subjugation. This is something I have come to know from experience.”

“Whu- What in the world are you t-talking about?” The cat was confused. She was just herself, she was normal for the most part and any quirks she had were due to outside circumstances. So what did they mean by ‘dangerous potential’? And then the Lamb abruptly stopped, pivoting quickly to face her, smiling calmly as they usually do.

“Tell me, did you lock away your memory out of fear or did someone steal that past away from you?” The sheep had asked in that cloyingly sweet and gentle tone, like they were asking she was a child for their preference of either vanilla or chocolate. And yet she stood frozen and silent, stomach twisting, was it from the mushroom or was it out of fear of knowing the answer to that question? It felt like the pair had stood still for an eternity until the Lamb finally turned and continued walking. “Perhaps when you are able to properly answer that question, you will know what I mean and eventually rise above being seen as either prey or pet.” Fey shakily released the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, hesitantly and reluctantly following her unwanted escort back to camp.

She really wanted to go home…

[lowkeyclueless5137]

Day 6- Bed Time Story

Pair:Malleus x Idia x Azul

Prompt: -

Au: Medieval au

Notes: not moi fulfilling my medieval folklore wants, no sir, Def not! :3

Additional note: You can read this for some context.

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a King and Queen.

And they wanted a baby so bad, but it was futile. The Queen simply couldn't conceive a child. Soon, the kingdom lost all hope of having a heir. And the couple were falling into more dispair, their hope of having, at least 1 child, seemingly a distant dream.

One day, the Queen was walking through the garden. It was gloomy, never a flower blooming in it. The leaves rustled under her shoes as she weeped for, yet again, she couldn't have a child of her own.

"Why are you crying, my queen?" An old woman asked, her beady eyes framed by various wrinkles. "Why shouldn't I? I can bear no child." She weeped, crystaly tears falling onto her round cheeks as the old woman wiped them with a hankerchief. "Don't cry my dear..." She said with a warm smile, putting in the queen's hands 2 seeds. "You are a beautiful woman... To bear a child just as beautiful as you, I gave you this 2 seeds. Put them in a pot and keep them at your window. If one sprouts, you'll have a child. If both do so, you'll have 2. If it's a poppy, you'll have a boy, but if it's a rose, you'll have a girl." She explained.

"But beware... Your first child will have to leave your palace at a given time... They will fall into the devil's whims and doom us all if you don't teach him." She warned, before leaving as a small dove, flying into the sunset.

The queen hastily put the 2 seeds in a pot, by the window. She watered it with the purest water the kingdom could offer and set them by the window of her chamber. She slept by her husband's side that night, promising him that finally, they'll have a chance at a child.

In the morning, the rooster bearly could sing his morning ballad that the queen went to her window, her husband close behind. Both were anxious as they peered over, to see the pots.

The sun was raising, showing with its light 2 small plants, growing. One was taller than the latter, it's small scrawny leaves trying to cover the smaller one's head. The royal couple looked at each other in awe.

In a year, the queen gave birth. And on the day she birthed, the first flower bloomed into a beautiful poppy. A small boy came to the world and the whole kingdom was celebrating it. They had a little prince!

And they named him Idia.

Still, in the pot, another flower was growing, as the poppy remained bloomed, it's blood red petals not once flattering at all. And Idia grew into a small boy, with curios golden eyes like his father and pale skin like his mother. On his head, his hair was made of fire, which scared the servants for years. Yet the blue flames, oh so loving and inviting, only brushed by like a warm blanket when the child would rest in his mother's lap as she told him stories about fairies and monsters.

Yet the 2nd flower in the pot, came to also bloom. Another poppy, smaller, yet still beautiful, made the queen to bring to the world a 2nd child, whom was named Ortho.

Idia was small, young, bearly as tall as the king's knees, when Ortho was sleeping in his crib. A small, peaceful face, with round cheeks and coal like hair, curly like his mothers. Idia looked to the side, tilting his head. He still couldn't understand what was wrong with it. Something was wrong. His mother, by his side, smiled and told him that nothing was wrong with the sleeping child, but Idia insisted that something was wrong.

And years later, the smaller poppy started to wilt.

And Ortho grew ill with it.

Doctors were running, people were panicking, the king and queen were crying. Everyone said the same: 'there's no cure! That's a sickness of the devil!', they cried.

And Idia, now a fine man, stood by the bed of the boy, his blue flames licking at the younger's hand as Idia sobbed, begging the latter to get better.

"Tell me... What can I do to find a cure?" the older brother cried out to no one but himself, but the younger was long gone to his illness. He was alive still, but in pain, in useless pain as people were still trying to find some cure, like some headless chickens trying to eat.

"You are in pain... In so much pain... Let me soothe you..." A voice responded, smooth and alluring as Idia perked up at the sound. Ortho was fully asleep, his chest raising up and descending just as slow. "Whose there?!" the older prince rose up on his feet, drawing out his sword. He was shaking on his feet, bearly holding the weapon still as he looked around.

"Foolish prince... To think some mere metal could slay me..." The voice rolled out as a man stepped out from behind Idia. "To think you could actually harm me..." he smiled devilishly as his hand grabbed gently on Idia's chin, forcing him to look at the bed of his I'll brother.

"But if you truly want to save this dying flower... Do as I wish... Leave the regal garments when I will ask and be my servant." he whispered. Idia closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Fine... I'll... Serve you..." He breathed out.

The next day, a fine man presented at the castle, on a big black stallion, as his horns imposed an air of authority. Everyone bowed down at the sight of him, yet the king stood tall and proud. "What do you wish out of my kingdom?" He demanded. The man simply made a short bow, before facing the monarch with a smile. "I want your eldest, sire. In exchange, I can offer the cure to heal your youngest." He offered.

The king, hesitant, summoned Idia forward and asked him. "My son... This man says he has the cure for your brother... But he wants to take you away." "And I'll do as he says, father..." Idia looked down at the floor, head low and flames dim, as if ashamed of himself. "I plead you, father... Let me go... Ortho needs to be healed..." He begged.

And the king finally indulged, accepting Malleus's offer.

The said man gave to the king a pot of water, pure and clear like no one has ever seen. He told him: 'half of the pot goes to the poppy and half to the ill' and the king did as told. Half in the pot of poppies and half to the bedridden prince.

As the sun dawned over a new day, Ortho was just like new. His rosy cheeks and big doe eyes radiating with health. It was a miracle and the family couldn't be more happier.

Yet Malleus still demanded to take the eldest away with him.

"My son... My beautiful boy... That man is the devil we were warned about..." The king sat down Idia for a last talk. "Whatever you do... Kill him in his weakest and run away as far as you could... You're in your life's height, find a good spouse and come back home healthy..." He advised. Idia took a deep breath. "I can't... I promised to serve him... I'm afraid I cannot do anything anymore..." He breathed out.

And so, the Queen weeped, the young prince cried and the king was so sadned when they had to watch their eldest leave behind the one they saw as pure evil.

"Where do you want to go?" Idia warily asked Malleus. "I want to find a beautiful spouse for my kingdom to rejoyce." he puffed proudly. "I want the child of the red empress." he mused.

And for 3 days and 3 nights, the 2 had to venture through the unknown, until the palace of the red empress was seen. Tall towers to pierce the skies, roofs made of silver and golden doorframes. And Malleus, with no shame on this world, knocked on the doors to be welcomed inside.

"You came for my son's hand?!" The empress was outraged at Malleus's request. "Well aren't you bold? I'll give you 3 days and 3 tasks... If you do all of them... My son's hand is yours..." She mused and Malleus accepted this challenge.

"But if you don't... I'll have your head on a pike! And so will be your servant!" She warned.

For the night, the 2 newcomers were urged to sleep in a guest chamber, with a not so wide bed. "What are we going to do?" Idia asked, sleep hardly finding him. "Sleep... And then we'll see what it is asked of us." Malleus mumbled, hand hugging the firehead as he got almost engulfed in the fire hair, oh so warm and inviting.

The next day, in the morning, the empress gave them their first task: bring for his son gems, but not just any gems! Gems so beautiful and clear that one can forget their Woes by just looking at them.

"We don't even know where to look at for a beginning!" Idia mumbled as he and Malleus walked among the halls, contemplating their 1st task.

"I can help you..." A voice piped in as a man dressed in rags mused. He holded a mop and his white hair had a cloth covering most of it from the back. "A servant?" "I merely wash the halls... But I saw many like you go and fail... The empress put their heads on pikes and their bodies were turned into mud for the pigs." Idia trembled a bit at the description. "Then... Please aid us..." Malleus asked.

"I will... But everything has a price..."

Both Malleus and Idia looked at each other before at the 3rd. "What do you wish for? Riches? A better house? Some noble position?" He insisted. "What I want... Is to not say my name to the empress unless she demands it. She can't know I'm helping you at all!" The servant insisted. "Consider it done." Malleus puffed. "But what is your name that you fear so much?" Idia tilted his head.

"My name? Azul. My name is Azul."

And the servant helped the 2. In a few hours, Malleus and Idia presented to the empress the most beautiful gems, sparkling like stars and so clear one could see their face in. Her majesty was pleased for the day, so she indulged for the 2 to sleep here another night.

"You have a kind heart, Azul..." Malleus spoke with the servant that night. "Maybe you should come with us... Malleus isn't that scary as he looks..." Idia mumbled. The latter seemed bashful, looking in another part with a blush dusting his cheeks. "I am merely a servant... I cannot offer you anything..." "I beg to differ..." The tallest of the 3 insisted. "But that is something we should talk about later... We can't let guards catch us in the middle of the night..." Idia reasoned.

The next day, the empress demanded to be brought to her a golden goose who makes golden eggs. And again, Azul helped the 2 get the bird and present it to the empress. She indulged for a final night spent in here, before the final task.

"I... Can't help you anymore..." Azul spoke at night, on the dark hall. "And we won't ask for more. You've done more than enough... I wish we could properly repay you." Malleus mused. "Run away with us, Azul! We... I don't know... We could go to Malleus's kingdom... Or mine! It doesn't matter... You won't have to clean halls all day long." Idia insisted.

"I... Can't... As I told you... Keep my name a secret until the empress demands for it... Tomorrow... Tomorrow is your last day... That's where most perished..." He grabbed the 2's hands in his. "Please... I plead to you... Be careful... I don't want to see your heads on pikes..." He begged.

Malleus hugged gently the 2 as Idia ran his hand through the puffy white hair. "Promise us... You'll come with us after all this..." Idia whispered. "I-" "Azul... You begged of us... So we beg of you as well..." Malleus insisted.

That night, 3 people slept in a chamber meant for only 2.

But in the morning, Azul was nowhere to be found. He usually appeared to greet the 2 in the morning, even going as far to steal a sweet gaze from the 2. But today, it was like the earth swallowed him whole!

The empress called the 2 forth today. And both boys presented on one knee each before her Majesty. "For your 3rd and last task..." She made a pause as 3 people entered the room, all 3 dressed like royalty. "If you wish to have my son's hand, tell me who he is..." She gestured towards the 3 males.

The first one had shiny ebony hair, their piercing green eyes just like emeralds. He was dressed in garments that could, alone, cost a fortune, beautiful and fitting for their tall and proud stance.

The second one was a man with long golden hair, tied by how it was fit. Their garments were even more elegant, as their face was radiant and carefree. Delicate, poise, with a perfect posture and alluring blue eyes.

And the 3rd one, was none other than Azul. The garments were draping over his body, as the once cinder smeared face was now clean and beautiful. The white hair neatly combed, blue eyes greedily taking glances towards the 2, when one wouldn't be looking.

"I'll let you advise with your servant and tell me your final Verdict." She mused, taking a seat on her lavish throne.

"If... He is a servant... Then we must decide in between the other 2... That is what he would want..." Malleus whispered to himself. Idia looked at him in horror. "He set us up! Don't you see?!" He whispered back. The taller nodded. "I am aware... Then... I'm ready to give my Verdict!" He declared, taking by surprise the empress.

Malleus proudly made his way towards the 3rd of the options, taking Azul's hands in his. "You asked of me to not speak your name unless its demanded... So we choose you..." he declared, Idia behind him with a soft smile. "And even if we are wrong... We wouldn't mind be executed for you..." the firehead added.

"And what is his name?" The empress asked. "My name is Azul... Mama... I decided..." The white haired boy replied, turning towards the throne and bowing before he resumed speaking. "I wish to be taken by them... For both shall get my hand in marriage..." He declared. The woman on the throne smiled, visibly pleased. "If that's what you wish for, dear, then we shall have a big celebration!

In 3 days, the invitations were sent and the wedding was prepared. Idia's family attended as well, happy to see their eldest ready to marry whoever his heart dictated.

Everyone celebrated, danced, ate and drunk for 3 days and 3 nights!

And so, our 3 lovers lived happily ever after! The end!

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"And they had a big palace?" Ortho asked as Azul exhaled with a small smile, tucking the young fairy into the bed. "I believe yes..." he mused, raising from the side of the bed. "Now you have to sleep, alright? Your brother will be upset if you don't rest." The latter nodded. "Goodnight, Ortho..." He mused, leaving the said room and going on the deck.

"What kind of story did you tell him this time?" Idia piped in, hugging the mer from behind. "Ah... Just how we meet... But I took the liberty to omit that it was all in secret..." He responded with a small kiss on the cheek.

"And I believe the little Shroud enjoyed it?" Malleus came forth, hugging the mer from the side as well, Azul responding with a soft nuzzle. "It's pretty late... Maybe you 2 should sleep... I'll handle the sailing for now..." He mumbled. "No way... We stay with you..." the firehead puffed. "You are so petty..." the mer pinched Idia's cheek in a playful manner, where he previously kissed him.

"And I assume, your heroes lived happily ever after in a big castle?" Idia piped in. "Like always... But I know you don't like them that much..." Azul mumbled. "A castle is pretty restrictive... Personally I prefer this ship..." Malleus hummed. "You like it because it's ours..." Idia refuted, which gained a giggle out of Azul.

"Well... Maybe the story wasn't a 1 to 1 replica... But this is definitely better..."

[shrine-of-the-exoletus]

holy fuck. my sleep schedule

[virgotales]

Aș începe sa scriu din nou, dar pe cuvânt că nu am nici putere, și nici răbdare. Îmi sunt atât de răsuflate frazele astea de "te vreau înapoi", "îmi erai soare și lună"....asa era. Acum nici nu mai știu ce îmi ești. A, ba da. Ca să fiu romantică, as putea spune că îmi ești suflet pereche, și chiar cred asta. Prea bine ne completam intru totul. Twin flame, dacă ma înțelegeți.

Adevărul ca îmi ești cel mai frumos vis devenit coșmar. Da, spun coșmar pentru că, cu toate ca știam ce va urma, totuși am ales să continui. Sa continui sa te sărut, sa te țin în brate, sa îmi organizez oarecum zilele după tine, a continuat sa îți permit să îmi picuri în suflet strop cu strop de basme. Pentru ca asta a fost pebtru mine. Basm.... Îmi imaginam de multe ori (și știi asta, ca ți-am zis) oare cum suna din gura ta rostit un "Te iubesc". Când l-am auzit pentru prima oara, m-am blocat. Pur și simplu inima mi-a stat în loc, privindu-te în albastrul pur din ochii tai. "Mi-a spus ca ma iubeste? Mi-a.....spus că....ma iubește..... Fuck, mă iubește!!!!" De unde amarul meu să știu ce sa fac cu atâta fericire? Pentru câteva secunde bune, am stat, cu gura căscată, cu ochii mei mari de căprioară, mă uitam, și nu mai exista nimic în jurul meu. Dar nimic. Doar privirea ta, și șocul meu.

Oameni, vă spun drept, că a fost cel mai frumos lucru, sentiment din lume. Acolo, lângă el, în niște momente ale vieții groaznice. Oribile. But yet, mi-a spus ca ma iubește. Nu voi putea, oricât as încerca, sa va explic eu vouă ce am trăit noi doi. Ce simțeam când eram împreună, și la ce nivel. Era fucking a 5-a dimensiune. Genul de om de la care abia auzeai un "Mi-e dor de tine". Era atât de mult mister în el. Un om foarte complex din toate punctele de vedere. But still, foarte simplu. În vara anului trecut, pentru prima oara în viata mea, am dansat și am plâns de fericire pe piesa de la Wrabel-Turn up the love. Literalmente am plâns în hohote.

Mi-nu-nat! Basm! Doar asa pot descrie tot ce a fost relația noastră.

Nu o sa spun de ce nu mai suntem, pentru că, în fond, real, nici eu nu știu punctual. Sunt imediat 3 luni de No contact, cu o miiiica excepție, un mesaj de la el care era necesar de trimis. Despre un singur subiect. Veni vidi vici. Și atât.

Dar, după cum știe și el*, mi-a fost într-adevăr....TOT. Mi-ai fost tot, C!

* și probabil că și citește (dacă nu cumva a uitat ca am contul acesta, are tendința asta)

Știa că voi fi singura care se va dărâma, la fel am știut și eu, dar îmi adun din bucățile din mine care mi-au mai rămas, și o sa le înarmez, loveproof, și zău că nu le mai dau nimănui.

Dar nu uita, HERS R. Mereu

#C

[rudyroth79]

„Anria”, primul volum al tetralogiei ”Aligri și cele patru anotimpuri” de Alina Lavinia Grigoraș – lansare la Librăria Seneca Anticafe din București (28 aprilie 2025)

Luni, 28 aprilie 2025, la ora 18.00, la Librăria Seneca Anticafe din București (str.  Arhitect Ion Mincu, nr. 1, sector 1) va avea loc lansarea romanului Anria, primul volum al tetralogiei Aligri și cele patru anotimpuri de Alina Lavinia Grigoraș, apărut în ediție de lux la Editura Leviathan din București. Ilustrații de Eva-Katerina Buțu, coperta: Rudy Roth. Prefață de Costin Tuchilă. Cartea va…

[stroopwafelprincess]

Un basm printre rânduri

— Spune-mi, tată Codru, pe unde am luat-o de în așa fel m-am rătăcit?

— Fată dragă, fie-ți inima deschisă, căci în ale mele păduri nimenea nu se pierde, șopti Codrul printre frunze.

Fata se încruntă și oftă adânc.

— Tată Codru, trebuie să ajung la al meu prinț înainte să se lase Soarele!

— Dară Soarele nu-i de temut, ridică Codrul o creangă confuz.

— Nu de Soare îmi e teamă, ci de fiarele ce-ți cutreieră venele, îi destăinui fata.

— Fata mea cu ochi căprui și inimă de foc, trebuie doar să-mi ceri ajutorul și eu ți-l voi oferi întru totul.

— Codrule, te implor, ține toate bestiile la depărtare și arată-mi drumul meu, spuse fata.

— Așa cum îți dorește sufletul, Inimă de Foc.

În fața fetei se deschise aievea o cărare luminată de valuri de licurici, iară codrul murmura un cânt străin.

[emalascoala]

Cartea călătoare cu pisici - Citește și dă mai departe!

A ajuns la mine o carte tare frumoasă: Spune-mi o poveste cu pisici. E o colecție cu povestiri despre și cu pisici, colecție realizată de Szabo Eniko. Ilustrațiile aparțin lui Zenko Karda. Cartea a apărut la Editura Frontiera. A ajuns la mine într-un moment foarte potrivit: citeam cu toți copiii din clasă aceeași carte, Domnișoara Miau, de Annie Schimdt. Preț de câteva zile ne-am gândit ce alte…

[alexsavescu]

Andreea, eroina care luptă împotriva cancerului: Cum poți ajuta

Să fim îngeri! A fost odată ca niciodată…. Este începutul oricărei povești cu care am crescut. În toate poveștile există un erou, un super erou dacă ar fi să ne potrivim tendințelor acestor zile, care are de parcurs o călătorie plină de primejdii. Eroul poveștii de regulă este un tânăr sau o tânără, oameni simpli și de regulă pornind firul poveștii cu unele dezavantaje. Statutul social, lipsa…

[roseblaze13-basmvalleyarpg]

Big parties like this fancy New Years party arn't really her thing, but with fresh seafood hors d'oeuvres like these-

Shrimp cocktail~

creamy lobster mac-n-chease on a baguette slice~

crab claws coated in butter~

tuna tostadas~

Caviar~<3

Fey is so happy she can forget how close Ms. VonLuna's mansion is to Basm's forest for a while...

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This was originally posted to deviantArt on Jan 31, 2024 for the Art Role-play group Basm-Valley for that year's New Years event.

[redpandamerchdaily]

Red panda merch of the day: Pokemon Mokomoko Sekiguchi-basme Stufful

[21stc3nturyd1gitalb0y]

sharing!!