#The fairy strikes again

[resident-fairy]

Hi hi, this is my first ever short story inspired by a dream I had, I hope you like it and thank you for reading<3

Ellie’s House of Games

One cold october morning me and my friend,Jane, where on our way to school and on that day we were going on a field trip to a museum “Everyone says it's haunted by a girl and her father because there house burn down and they died there, after someone decided to build a museum over it. Now she and her father trap you there and make you play games until you freeze to death.” she claimed. “What game is it monopoly? thats just dumb boys trying to scare you,” I say “besides do you realy believe them? Anyway i'm done with all this talk about ‘the haunted museum’.” 

    When we arrived at the museum I was greeted by a cheery whisper in my ear with a cold breath “Welcome to my house of games!.”

“Jane, that's not funny!” I exclaimed.

“I didn't say anything Anne.”

“ Well someone did!”

“Well don't assume it was me!”

“Ok, sorry” I say “ but someone did”

“Maybe it was the ghost,” Jane teesed.

“Oh ha ha.” I say, and then everything went black for a second and all the sudden I was in a cold room, and a game I did not recognize was on a small table with 3 chairs. ‘Where am I’ I thought to myself

“Hello friend,” Says a girl I had not seen until now and beside her was a tall man that seemed to be her father. “You must be Anne and I am Ellie, your new best friend, now how about we play a little game? If you will, you'll be free.”

“But if you lose she will be set free,” Said her father “Every game she lost when she was alive but if she wins she will be satisfied.”

“Shut up father!” She yelled

“Is there any other way out?” I ask 

“No” she said at the same time her father said “yes”.

“Let's just play my game and forget about him.” she says and glares at him “It's called life  the only way to win is to die.”

“And the way to lose?” I ask

“For the other one to die first of course.” she responded with a smile of crooked teeth and missing tunge. I realize that my toes have started to turn blue

So the game starts with her ringing a bell. She lets me go first, I roll and get a 6. Her father tells me to move forward 6 and she just smiled knowingly. 'She knows the game and I don't, so how can I win and do I die in the game or in real life to win?' I thought ‘If she never wins but now can't die how does she expect to win what she has already won!’ 

“You win Ellie, you are dead and therefore you are a winner.” I say 

“Well aren't you smart,” she said with a smirk “and now I'll take your body parts one by one to make a new doll for me and your ghos-”and then she disappeared. I wake up in what looks like a hospital. ‘Was it a dream?’ I thought as I looked at my toes I saw them fade from blue to plane. “ oh good you're awake. Do you know where you are?” ask a doctor as she walks in. 

“The hospital room?” I guess 

“Yes, you passed out. Sit tight as I go get your

parents.” she tells me.

Jane comes in right after the doctor left.

“Hey,” she said slowly, “are you okay?”

“Yeah” I say, because I didn’t want to even consider I wasn’t

“ You were out for a while,” she points out the window and I see the sunset, “when you passed out you kept mummering about a game, I’m not sure if it was because of what I said this morning, those stories aren’t real right? You didn’t meet the girl in the room did you?”

“Of course not! Those stories aren’t real, plus all those people froze to death, and I’m still alive aren’t I?” I said knowing full well I was probably lying, I didn’t want Jane to know that.

“Yeah, I guess, do you know anyone named Ellie?” she asked, at that moment all of the game came back to me in a flash, I felt all the cold again and nearly shivered.

“Uh yeah, she’s my cousin.” I lied, I must have said her name when I was out.

“Oh, okay.” she said almost disappointedly “shit!” she said looking at the clock “I have to go home, bye, hope you're feeling better!”

I nodded. As I watched her leave I could have sworn I saw Ellie again, but this time she was smiling and playing games with her father, she finally found peace.

Original story by Elm Rune

[happyheidi]

🍃 x - x / x - x 🌸

[hyunpic]

[off-brand-adorabbit]

Tress scratched the best itch for me, I’ve been craving a good fairy tale and it was just perfect. I kept slipping so hard into the fairy tale aspects that I kept getting caught by surprise whenever a cosmere thing stopped beating around the bush and revealed itself, actually. While I’m sure that wasn’t fully the intention, it was a really fun way to read some brandermansanderman coming fresh off of sunlit man and how intensely locked in I was with the Connections. Genuinely Tress is such a fun little romp. I love girls who sail in fucked up seas and this is a genre I want more of please thank you.

[all-about-the-tea-parties]

Horror films and themes about the anxieties of new generations and yes a lot of them are apocalypse stories now and anti-capitalist and distrust of the wealthy and politicians

but I’m particularly enjoying the bloodied bride trend that’s occurring

[eleonorpiteira]

He did it again you guys, oh my god

[dianneking]

Loving You - Angsty Larissa/Reader Songfic

Summary: The night when Larissa faces off against Laurel is her wedding anniversary. Her wife is waiting for her, mulling over the hardships in their relationship. Angst. Hurt no comfort. 

Tags: Songfic, Angst, Hurt no comfort, regrets, relationship struggles, mentions of cheating and divorce, pov 2nd person, spoilers for end of season 1, implied character death/serious injury, one single swearword, it's just a big pile of sadness, really.

Wordcount: 1200w.

A/N Hi. Sorry about the heartbreak. You can blame this fic on @weemssapphic , who challenged me to write a angsty fic with no happy ending. I had this song in my head for a long time and I was biding my time for the right angsty moment for it - the song's in italian, but I've put the English translation of the lyrics in the fic, to allow you to better grasp the mood. As always, you can listen to it as you read, or ignore the song altogether. AO3 link in title, and here's the cover by Maneskin of the song, Amandoti.

Loving You (Reader/Larissa)

Loving you tires me out. 

You looked at the wax droplets, slowly making their way down the candles you had lit.

Drip, drip, drip, they incessantly marked the passing of time. You didn't stand up when the evening slowly turned to night, when the food grew cold and the candles slowly consumed themselves until they were nothing more than stubs. 

You didn't even care about the wax falling on the table cloth anymore, even if it had been the good one, the one for special occasions.

It drains me inside

You didn't care about a lot of things anymore. Things that used to fill your heart with joy and sunshine suddenly were just activities you did on a routine, without feeling anything anymore.

Something that’s almost like laughing while you cry.

Like cooking for her. It used to be so much fun, flittering through the kitchen, mindlessly humming to the tunes coming from the radio. Larissa sitting on her favorite stool at the island counter, sipping on a glass of red, telling you bits and pieces of her work day, the conversation light with banter and shared jokes.

Light with your love for each other. 

Loving you makes me tired

It hadn't been like that in a long time. She hadn't looked at you like that in a long time. 

Melancholic

Even when she didn't pull an all-nighter at Nevermore, she came home so late and so tired and wound up from the day, that she usually chose to sit on the couch and mindlessly stare at the fire dancing in the fireplace you always made sure to have lit for her.

What can you do about it, that’s life 

After getting one too many "Same as always, I don't want to talk about it", you had even stopped asking her how her day had gone. 

You didn't know what caused the crease between her eyebrows these days, and you didn't dare to try to kiss it away anymore. 

That’s my life. 

The last time you had tried, she had pulled away, an apologetic smile on her face that didn't reach her eyes. 

"I'm sorry, love. It's just… everything is a lot right now. Crowding me doesn't really help." 

You had pulled away, of course. Boundaries had always been important in your relationship, and you'd be damned before you pushed her when she was having such a hard time at work.

Love me once again

You had swallowed your heartbreak, because you didn't want to add to the burden on her shoulders - you had to be strong for her, right? And she already had so much to worry about, without you being needy on top of that. 

But seeing her recoil from your touch, a touch she used to crave, a touch that used to bring her relief from stress, not to pile more on her… It had opened a wound that had never fully healed again. 

Do it tenderly

You just wished, for once, that she'd look at you like she used to. To see the spark in those blue eyes when they found you from across the room. To see those lovely lips curl up in a slight smile almost on instinct upon meeting your own gaze. One part complicity, one part attraction, one part inside joke… All wrapped together by warm love. 

For one year, one month, one hour

Desperately 

"Do you think she's cheating on you?" 

The question from your best friend had not surprised you when the both of you had talked about it over coffee. 

You had been asking yourself the same thing, after all. Maybe someone at school had caught your wife's attention, maybe all the late nights were not due to work alone…

Love me once again

But no, you didn't think that was it. Larissa had always been a woman of principle, and didn't seem the type to let lust dictate her actions. 

Although that new addition to the staff, that redhead…Marilyn. You had seen the way her eyes sized up Larissa the few times you had gone to Nevermore since she'd become a teacher there. There was always a dark intensity to her gaze when she looked at your wife. 

Had it been want? You weren't sure you remembered it well. 

Do it tenderly

(You barely remembered the times when you'd go up to the school every day to have lunch with Larissa - they feel like a dream now. A happy, distant, unreal dream. That had been years before Marilyn ever stepped foot in Nevermore, back when your marriage was young and you were both in love) 

Just for one hour

Desperately. 

The last time you went there, to bring her some papers she had forgotten home, Larissa had been in a shouting match on the phone with Sheriff Galpin, and had not even acknowledged your presence. 

You had left the papers and went back home, your heart heavy.

Loving you comforts me 

You finally stood up from the table when the candles burned out. The house was dark, but you moved with the ease of someone so used to the space that even in the dark no stool was in your path, no corner jutted out too far. The darkness mirrored what you felt inside, and wrapped around you comfortably like an old friend.

In the sleepless nights

Mechanically you picked up all of the untouched food, trying without success not to let the traitorous tears trickle down your face. 

It hurt. 

It fucking hurt. 

Something that fills old burning affairs

Even with all of the difficulties you both had had of late, you didn't expect her to simply not show up for your anniversary dinner. And without having the decency to call or text you or let you know anything at all.

Loving you comforts me 

Had she forgotten? Had she been so overwhelmed with work that she had fallen asleep at her desk, as it had happened time and time again as of late? With no thoughts spared for her wife, waiting for her at home? 

It makes me happy

Maybe she had fallen asleep in another woman's arms. 

What can you do about it, that’s life 

That’s my life.

Or maybe she wanted to send you an even clearer message. Maybe it was her way to tell you that your marriage was done. Maybe in the morning she'd send divorce papers over instead of coming back herself. 

Love me once again

Do it tenderly

And you would sign them. Of course you would. Because you still loved her fiercely, painfully. And you'd never want to shackle her with your relationship. You didn't want her to grow to resent what you had, to resent you. 

You'd set her free if she asked you to. 

Just for one hour

Desperately 

Because you loved her still. With all of your heart. Desperately.

Loving you 

Is my life 

It was in that moment that the phone rang, and you picked up without even checking the caller ID, forgiveness already on your lips, because surely, she was going to apologise and tell you it was all a misunderstanding, surely this time you'll be able to talk to her and tell her how much you loved her and maybe maybe that would be enough… 

Love me once again

Do it tenderly

For one year, one month, one hour

Desperately. 

Love me once again

Do it tenderly

Just for one hour

Desperately. 

Loving you is my life

"Mrs. Weems? This is Dr. Miller, from Jericho hospital. It's about your wife."

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[bliss-wily]

Random thought which I suppose is also an open discussion because I can’t help but find it amusing. So it’s 3am, I’m watching Shrek and a random thought pops into my head.

Dodoria and Zarbon.

I’m pretty open minded with shipping so this thought is normal for me. But well Fiona transforms at night due to some sort of curse and hides it from Shrek and Donkey. Plus she can fight, whatever that counts for.

And if one squints we could view Farquaad as Frieza or Vegeta depending on preference…shorties. My mind is in the gutter, I know but…I’m having fun.

[westwaywrd]

The autism fairy punched me in the chin and I made an new alien

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

If you'd told me 7 years ago that I'd become hyperfixated with an anime about a sentient fighter plane and her autistic pilot who fight aliens I'd have looked at you like you were crazy, but here I am, spending approximately 3 hours scouring the internet for any kind of decently priced merch for my favorite weird tv show.

[adribelladonna]

I've uhhh.... Had A Thought

Please laugh...

Thanks @kotelf99 for making this for me despite not even watching SAFT. Now the whole fandom can see this delectable abomination.

[etchedstars]

i think im addicted to writing miwi. this will become a problem at some point but i dont think itll be today

[javierian]

🍄 forest time 🍄

[thethreedeadkings]

[gracieheartspedro]

ily gracie my wife

hi wifey, love you so much

[twocupsnapalm]

In 20 years, some idiot is going to suggest a federal holiday to commemorate the COVID-19 Pandemic, and the rest of us are going to have a psychotic episode because the last thing any of us need is more free time at home, trying to come up with stupid ways to entertain ourselves with family.