#honestly there was no way fairy hills

[skydragn]

@cinisemperium asked: 🌟 🌟 🌟 !

01. wendy bought her own home ! after fairy tail reunited and before the war, wendy didn't have a place to live and she didn't want to rent so she got a house. though while in school she rents it out in order to pay of the morage. it's nothing super fancy but she loved living in it and tries her best as a landlord.

02. wendy is a vegetarian. while with her mother grandine one of things she was taught to do was hunt animals but the one and only time she went out to do it she cried and didn't eat. so grandine instead taught her to to forage plants. to this day she doesn't eat meat, mostly because she doesn't want hurt any creature just so she can survive. ( she doesn't judge others for doing it and even knows how to cook them, she just doesn't want to eat them herself )

03. wendy bites her nails. it's a bad habit of hers that she wants to stop but whenever she starts to become nervous / anxious she doesn't even notice that she does it. beside constant handwashing, wendy has no idea how to take care of her hands / nails.

[overlyimmersed]

today exists to fuckin piss me off

[exhuastedpigeon]

every road and every highway led me right back to your door

Sterek 2.5k Teen

Derek would like it noted that he had been in way worse situations before. He would like that on the official record. His current predicament honestly doesn’t even make the top five worst situations he’s ever been in. It might not even make the top ten. 

“A random woman walked out of the preserve, handed you a new born baby, told you to find me and for us raise him like he’s our own, and then turned into mist,” Stiles said, voice incredulous. He’d been back in Beacon Hills for less than three months and in that time they’d had a pixie infestation, a clan of vampires without morals, a clan of vampires with morals, and a feral omega, so Derek wasn’t sure why he was acting like a random woman with a baby was all that unbelievable. 

“Yes,” Derek said, the baby still in his arms. He didn’t have anything he needed for a baby yet, so he called Stiles over to hopefully lend a hand in getting the baby out of the woods safely. 

“And you didn’t think it was suspicious at all?”

“I thought it was a little suspicious,” Derek shrugged as best he could with the tiny baby in his arms. “But he smells right, like he’s -”

“Like he’s?”

Derek sighed because he had started the sentence so now he had to finish it. “Like he’s mine. Like he’s ours .”

"That is actually not comforting to hear,” Stiles flopped down onto the bumper of Derek’s car. “A random woman handed you a baby that smells like ours? Derek, that's like something out of a fairy tale, and not a cute Disney retelling but a Grimm one.”

“Did you bring the car seat?”

“Did I bring the car seat,” Stiles muttered under his breath, standing up and grabbing something from the backseat of the Jeep. Derek felt a flair of pride at how well it was running, even after five years in the Sheriff’s garage while Stiles was away at school and starting his little consulting agency. Derek had taken to taking the Jeep out for a drive every few weeks to make sure everything was still running so when Stiles came home it would be there waiting for him. He'd chosen to not examine it too closely because if he did he was pretty sure he'd have to look his feelings for Stiles in the face and he hadn't been ready for that. “Of course I brought the fucking car seat.”

Continue on Ao3

[melancholia-ennui]

So the thing that I find fascinating about the ongoing debates around the "walrus vs fairy" poll is how much it reveals about the ways people reason and argue, and how those break down.

Like, on the one hand, I'm #teamwalrus, but the ways that some walrus voters argue about this poll are so hilariously disingenuous. "What if the 'fairy' is a gay man?" "What if it's Halloween?" "What if it's a medieval fae that just looks like some guy?" "What if I'm hallucinating?" - shut up shut up that's not the point and you goddamn know it. The question is only interesting at all if both the walrus and the fairy are instantly and equally recognisable as such. Otherwise you're just dodging the question. (As an aside, this is why I advocate for imagining the fairy as a kind of Tinkerbellish pixie creature, as this has all the desired instant recognisability and acts as a kind of opposite to the vastness of the walrus.)

On the other hand, a lot of fairy voters put forward the argument that "a fairy is impossible". But here's the thing: this represents a fundamental failure to adjust your beliefs under counterfactuals. If a fairy is knocking on your door, that fact in itself proves more or less definitionally that a fairy knocking on your door is not impossible in the possible world of the question, irrespective of your beliefs about the actual world, because it just happened.

And this is really where my walrus vote comes from, because the question was never "what is more probable (given your beliefs about the world", but "what would surprise you more".

If a fairy is knocking at my door, then yes, I have been fundamentally wrong in some assumption about what sort of things exist in the world - but otherwise, the fairy is behaving exactly as I would expect a fairy to behave, given what I have been told in fictional contexts about the behaviours of fairies. It would shake my world-view, force me to re-evaluate a lot of what I believe, but it wouldn't elicit surprise so much as confusion, self-doubt, and perhaps some existential dread.

By contrast, a walrus on my doorstep would be deeply surprising. There is not a single walrus in captivity in my country, so it must have come from the wild somehow. I do live by the sea, but I'm on a first floor flat with a locked door to the building, at the top of a hill, and on the other side of some flood defences relative to the water. While the walrus does not make me question any of my ontological beliefs, it does fundamentally undermine almost everything I believe about walruses, where they can be and what they do, which altogether will elicit much more surprise, emotionally, than a mere previously-thought-to-be-impossibility.

The issue with getting hung up on "but a fairy is impossible" is that to me it seems to function primarily as a kind of thought-terminating cliche. Because if there is a fairy knocking at your door, then obviously a fairy is not impossible, or else it wouldn't be knocking.

What I find interesting is how this really highlights how much people get emotionally invested once the category of "impossibility" is introduced - so much so that they extend that category across all possible worlds, even when the modal/counterfactual structure of the question clearly indicates that doing so undermines the entire premise of the question.

(Honestly, I could go on here about the ways in which the category of "impossible" circumscribing rational considerations impacts other areas of thought, especially politics, but this ramble has already gone on long enough and I don't want to derail it even more. Suffice to say that this seems to be a very general thought pattern, that once someone becomes invested in some sense in something being "impossible", this will, unless they are very careful, permanently colour every consideration they have about that something, often even over and above evidence to the contrary of this impossibility.)

[sweetestofchaos]

red & white | m.yg x reader

you and yoongi have something to share this holiday

❅ yoongi x reader

❅ prompt: “Look, it’s a mistletoe. I guess you have to kiss me.” “As if I need another reason, your already as cute as it is.”

❅ wc: 1.2k

❅ warnings: pure fluff - daddy!yoongi - pregnancy announcement

❅ a/n: written for Merry Chaosdays 1K Follower Event, requested by @jjungkookislife. i do love me some yoongi! thank you so much for sending in this request B, i had fun writing this little idea. i read the prompt and it came right to me. i hope you enjoy! no beta touched this, sorry.

❅ line, fairy lights and support dividers made by @benkeibear

❅ send in your own requests here

The drive to the cabin wasn’t long but with you having to make frequent pit stops to use the restroom, it took a little longer than it should have. As Yoongi drives down the winding road that leads to your family's cabin, you can smell food riding on the breeze. Snow covers the ground and Yoongi takes his time as he drives up the hill.

He grips the steering wheel with one hand while his other rests on your upper thigh, your hands intertwined as music plays on the radio. You honestly can’t remember the last time you and Yoongi’s family all got together for the holidays. Most of the time the two of you split your vacation between your families, spending a week with your parents and the other with Yoongi’s.

This joint family holiday is a blessing and Yoongi is just as excited to have everyone together under one roof. Well, technically two roofs since an additional cabin was built to accommodate your ever growing family. As the cabin comes into view, Yoongi gives your hand a squeeze and you smile feeling butterflies in your stomach. It’s still early in the afternoon and you can see a shadow of someone standing by the large bay window as Yoongi parks beside his brother’s truck. Yoongi kills the engine and glances over at you as the front door to the cabin opens.

“You ready?”

“Do you think I can pee first?” You question and Yoongi laughs, his gummy smile making you smile in turn.

Getting out of the car first, Yoongi greets his older brother with a hug before the older brother helps him unload the trunk. You open your car door just as Yoongi rounds the side and offers his hand. Taking hold, you pull yourself out of the seat and Geumjae whistles when he sees you.

“Looking good sis,” Geumjae greets as he gives you a hug, holding one bag in his hand.

You beam at his words, happy that Yoongi has someone here in his family that knows your secret. You are currently 29 weeks (seven months) pregnant and you plan on announcing it to everyone tonight. Yoongi slams the car door shut and takes your hand in his.

“Distract everyone with me okay? She has to use the bathroom.”

Geumjae nods his head in understanding and leads the way into the house with Yoongi taking up the rear to make sure you don’t fall. You just make it past the front door when you hear your mom announce that you have arrived. Yoongi easily intercepts the hug and Geumjae makes a show of dropping a bag, giving you just enough time to slip away and use the bathroom. From inside the bathroom, you can hear the muffled voices of everyone talking and you smile. The pink coat you have on is huge, big enough to hide your stomach and still make you look small enough to not be pregnant. It helps that you like oversized clothing too.

Once done in the bathroom, you peek out and find Yoongi waiting for you against the wall. He looks very handsome in his white sweater, red pants and orange-red hair. The colors suit him nicely. He offers his hand and together the two of you walk into the living room where everyone is at. Yoongi’s mom is the first to spot you and she pushes herself off the couch in the blink of an eye.

“You are glowing, child! Look how pretty you are!” She gushes cupping your face in her warm hands. She smiles happily and hugs you gently before she steps back to let your mom greet you as well. You are passed around from family member to family member until your dad tells you to take your coat off and stay a while. A joke that has been told since you were a child.

You and Yoongi share a look before you turn to face him and he helps you out of your jacket. Your outfit is simple enough, a red sweater dress with white speaks throughout and a pair of white leggings to keep your legs warm. Geumjae takes your coat and holds it while Yoongi places a hand on your lower back and winks before you turn around. A collective gasp rings out in the room as everyone notices the roundness of your stomach. Tears are in everyone’s eyes as they congratulate the both of you. Yoongi’s mom slaps his arm and scolds him for keeping it a secret, turning her wrath on Geumjae as he lets it slip that he already knew.

Lunch is filled with jokes, laughter and life updates as everyone questions you about your pregnancy. Yoongi answers a lot of the questions proudly, his smile wide and large on his face as he holds your hand under the table. You are having a girl, much to everyone’s joy. Yoongi’s father is the one to point it out as he inquires about your color coordinated outfits and pink coat.

You couldn’t picture a more perfect moment even if you try. Yoongi is wonderful, your family is happy and you feel blessed to be surrounded by such love. After eating, Yoongi asks if you would like to take a walk to get some air and you agree. It has been a while since you last visited this place. 

Outside, the snow is blinding as you lead Yoongi to the frozen over pond that you used to snake on. The two of you both giggle as you make hearts in the snow with your feet before you take a small water break. Yoongi stands in front of you as you lean against a tree, sipping on a bottle of water. You notice something behind his shoulder and squint your eyes.

“What is it?” Yoongi questions and you smile.

“It’s snowing!”

“Is it?” 

Both you and Yoongi look up to the sky at the same time and sure enough it is snowing lightly. A snowflake lands in Yoongi’s hair and as you reach up to dust it off, you notice something about the tree above you.

“Look, it’s mistletoe,” You point out and Yoongi raises an eyebrow. He stares at the tree for a short while before laughing. “I guess you have to kiss me.” You giggle, folding your hands behind your back shyly.

Yoongi rolls his eyes and cups your cheek in his hand, pecking the tip of your nose, “As if I need another reason, you're already as cute as it is.”

Leaning forward, Yoongi tilts his face and your eyes flutter closed as his warm lips press against yours. The sweetest of wine is still on his tongue and you nibble his bottom lip. Your hands find their way to Yoongi’s shoulders and he wraps an arm around your waist. Your stomach presses into his abdomen and the little one in your tummy kicks up a storm as the kiss deepens. You moan into Yoongi’s mouth as he presses you farther into the tree and his hand snakes down to your butt.

“Think we got time for a quickie?” You wonder and Yoongi smiles into the kiss.

“You’re gonna get me killed.”

“I’m already knocked up, Yoongi. Everyone knows how that happens.”

Pulling away from the kiss, Yoongi rests his forehead against yours and nuzzles his nose lightly against yours. 

“Your wish is my command Momma.”

[happilychee]

The aromantic Levy headcannons anon here!

Levy is in a qpr with Jet & Droy. Gajeel ofc becomes a part of it once he joins Fairy Tail. So does Lily

She did feel like she was a bit of an outcast since the girl's and some guys would talk about romance and she didn't understand it. Same as Lucy, Levy enjoyed reading about it, but the love parts just to her, weird and confusing

Jet & Droy helped her figure herself out and finding out she was aromantic made her smile.

Levy had to contain her excitement when Lucy approached her, talking the way she used to about romance. She was happy that she wasn't the only aro girl in the guild.

Gajeel surprisingly was the easiest to tell that she was aromantic. "...I'm aromantic" "Cool" "Wow. That was easy" Natsu on the other hand, was the hardest. He just stood there with a confused look on his face so she had to explain it in a different way. "I prefer friendship over romance, Natsu" "So calling you my best friend is okay?" " Yes you dummy"

it's not a lot but I hope you like them

sending hugs and a nice warm bowl of soup your way, anon; I love these mwah <2

writing this post just in time for aromantic spectrum awareness week!!

aromantic fairy tail headcanons

♡ yes to everything above. levy adores jet and droy, then gajeel and lily. she gets such a sense of fulfillment and joy when she's with them.

♡ levy wears green on valentine's day. yes, it's a statement, and she'll patiently spend the day explaining aromanticism to anyone who asks. she also binges on discount chocolates with lucy that night as they watch shitty romcom movies. the two can and do coexist.

♡ another qpr/qpp pairing is juvia and lisanna. they're not only close emotionally; lisanna is by nature a physically affectionate person, and juvia is severely touch starved. the only person she could theoretically be comfortable with touching her is gajeel, but he's not one for soft affection (she's been thrown into too many brotherly headlocks over the years.) so when lisanna casually grabs onto juvia's arm when they're out and about, a switch flips in her head. juvia is very touchy with lisanna, and only lisanna. this leads to most of the guild thinking they're dating.

♡ the words "we're just friends" leave a bad taste in lisanna's mouth. juvia wrinkles her nose when she hears people say "oh, so you're not more than friends." both consider each other one of the most important people in their lives. them being friends doesn't somehow diminish that. juvia lets the worry slip when she's shopping with lucy, who brings her to levy. the three have a long and thoughtful discussion, but honestly, it leaves juvia feeling confused. she's never been one for close relationships with anyone, given her childhood, and all these labels make her head hurt. levy and lucy say that's fine, the only person she really needs to make sure is on the same page is lisanna.

♡ lisanna is very much on the same page of "idk what we are but I like where we are." they decide to just... keep doing what they're doing. when there's new developments (juvia gets a nosebleed when she sees lisanna in a swimsuit, to her own horror), they talk it out and set boundaries for what they want and don't want to do (juvia very, very shyly asks if she could give lisanna a kiss on the cheek.)

♡ also, at some point, juvia and lisanna move out of fairy hills and get an apartment together. mira objects to this only on the grounds that she won't be able to prevent them from starting kitchen fires with their baking attempts. she ends up over more often than not, and lisanna feels her chest swell with warmth at seeing her big sister and her best friend get along so well.

♡ also big aro vibes... gray, cana, and loke. the three of them are so chill about everything. the guild suspects they're in a relationship, but then they also see cana going out with lucy and get confused. gray just shrugs and says it's a girls' night. completely unbothered king. besides, he's got a board game score to settle with loke and natsu.

♡ erza, I think, is a big romantic at heart, but the thing is she does that to everyone. she gets a lot of money from s-class jobs, and there's only so much she can spend on herself or new sets of armor. eventually, team natsu starts finding beautiful bouquets of flowers on their doorsteps. someone dares to tell erza that men don't like flowers, and suddenly every man in fairy tail is getting a monthly bouquet of roses.

♡ erza also misses a lot of "romantic" cues. she wouldn't be able to tell if someone was flirting with her if her life depended on it. gray and natsu, the little shits, take full advantage of this to mess with the poor suitor. I also think erza is demi, so she really has to have a strong emotional bond with someone before she considers having sex with them. she likes to take care and be taken care of, so she wants it to be with someone who knows her inside and out.

♡ natsu honestly has huge aspec vibes, mostly because he completely bulldozes over any societal conventions, labels, and definitions. if natsu feels a certain way, he's going to let the person know. if he wants to be cuddly with them and they're okay with it, he will be cuddly. doesn't matter who they are; even laxus gets the occasional natsu cuddle. levy and lucy almost lose their minds because they're so busy having deep discussions about the intricacies of aromanticism, and then natsu comes in like a breath of fresh air because he genuinely does not care. not in a bad way, he loves to listen to lucy's passionate rants (she's cute when she's excited) but. it's just something that never bothered him. personally, I do think out of everyone, he's closest to lucy in the "romantic" sense, but even then, it's just a different type of relationship to him. there's no way in hell he would specifically choose just lucy over everyone else in the guild. they're all his family!

♡ in conclusion, fairy tail is aromantic and aspec as fuck.

[ohtobearandomftblog]

more random headcanons bc why not (shorter this time)

natsu’s actually really fucking smart

his memory is really good. he was the one that reminded lucy of virgo during eisenwald bc

he very quickly analyses things when the adrenaline’s rushin. like how wind can’t cut the ground without like a LOT of evidence. twas no evidence with erigor’s barrier. so its not underground. so escape is underground.

when the adrenaline’s NOT rushing hes oblivious. so its a good thing his adrenaline’s almost always goin. like if he wasnt fighting jacob he wouldve had no clue why anyone was flustered or uncomfortable with lucy’s clothes Going. like yeah. what of it. but he saw the weakness with jacob.

knows words. honestly thinks its hilarious when people think he doesnt. he understands and can spell shit like unbeknownst and superfluous and defenestrate. sometimes he pulls that shit out in the wrong context for the giggles. sometimes he pulls it out in the right context so people can tell hes fucking serious. but its still so funny seeing their shocked looks

juvia’s autistic with high support needs

her special interest is gray

gajeel told her that maybe this special interest shouldnt be tossed around so much because its not that usual for special interests to be. people.

she understood but could only tone it down

in place of gushing about gray she purposefully refers to herself in third person. cause its fucking funny. its so hilarious. she doesnt even know why.

she went to fairy hills bc everyone was saying that they were like sisters there. it took a few weeks for people to be properly comfortable with her there, but when they were, they realized just how much she really cant take care of herself

the girls of fairy hills now watch gray like a HAWK. if he fucks something up once with juvia’s needs they will be taking her back

laxus and gajeel nearly convinced erik to join fairy tail. the only reason he didnt is because the noise cancelling headphones laxus used to wear didnt actually block him hearing thoughts, just the ones further away.

laxus and loke were a thing.

before loke nearly died he and laxus would spend so much time together. more than laxus spent with the raijinshu

anyone who would call them boyfriends would get shocked and blinded. people assumed they were blinded from laxus’s lightning since loke didnt have any light rings

laxus knew before bickslow that loke was a dying spirit and was the main reason loke lasted three years. like yeah sure leader of the twelve and all but he could really only survive a year on his own.

sometimes leo opens his gate when lucy wont need any spirit for the day and spends it with laxus. they were always open, but now even more so.

sting was in cait shelter with wendy for like four months. he didnt travel with mystogan he just showed up like seven months before oracion seis. he left with rogue when he eventually showed up.

despite the five lights on 7/7/x777, they all woke up at different times. gajeel and natsu woke up first, with the others in stasis wherever they landed. wendy woke up before she was meant to because mystogan found her. sting and rogue woke up at the same time and next to each other, but went their separate ways to find their parents.

it took until that year fairy tail was disbanded for levy to not be scared of gajeel. it took until lucy got her award for levy to even think of the possibility of dating him. babies are Years out, if she ever even wants to. she still wakes up from nightmares of that night.

gajeel really wants to date levy. he spends most of the time with the other slayers going on about how he really wants to show her that hes sorry and so deeply regrets what he did but also theres no way in Hell hes walking up to her and mentioning anything about it. he doesnt want to scare her away, and this tentative friendship they have is enough for him.

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul Silva x reader - storms

Can you write a story about Saul not liking the storm because it reminds him of the gunshot that killed his father and reader (his wife/girlfriend) finding out about it, please? - Anon 💜

After Saul’s home was destroyed, he had nowhere to go back to, nowhere to stay, and you couldn’t bare seeing your boyfriend not have a place to go to get away.

So you invited him to come live with you at yours.

“It’s bit small, but I can make some room for you, and Sky if he wants too.” You said.

“It’s perfectly, thank you so much darling, honestly. At the moment I think will prefer to stay at the school.” Saul said.

You nodded, setting his bag on the bedroom floor, and you gestured to a set of draws in the corner of the room.

“I cleared them for you, it gave me a good reason to finally go through all my shit.”

Saul laughed, walking over he kissed the top of your head.

“Did you you actually get rid of it?”

“Of course not, I just put it in my room at the school.” You grinned.

Saul shook his head a little, smiling at you.

While he was unpacking his things, you made your way to the attic and out the doors.

Your family built this home centuries ago, and coming from a long line of nature fairies, they wanted somewhere to look over all the trees from the little hill it was built on.

So that’s what they did.

You went out the attic doors, and up some old and probably dangerous ladders to a small watch tower where you could sit and just gaze over the forest.

It was beautiful seeing the slowly changing trees from above, the birds flying above and between them.

Sitting on the floor, you let out a small sigh as you held out your hand to a crow who was waiting for you.

“Well hello, I’m sorry I didn’t bring any food up with me.”

The crow titled it’s head a little, looking at you with beady eyes, hopping from your hand to the floor, looking around before taking flight again.

You sat up there for a few minutes, looking as the dark clouds in the distance slowly came rolling closer.

Getting up, you made your way back inside, down to the study to finish some work while you waited for Saul.

Eventually after looking around, and exploring your little home, he came wondering into the study.

“You don’t have a living room.” He said.

“Left hand side of the room, third books, fifth shelf, first book.”

Saul furrowed his brows and you smiled softly at him.

He walked over, following your instructions carefully, and he pulled the book, a small click resounding around the quiet room.

The bookshelf slid to the right, revealing your living room and he turned to you confused.

“But this section isn’t on the outside, magic?”

You pushed yourself from the desk, following him into the living room.

“Yeah, really old magic. The person who built this ages ago did it, used this room to hold all his valuables, I use it as my living room.”

“Why not bedroom or study?”

Gesturing for your boyfriend to follow you, you walked to the large window.

“Cause I enjoy the view from here, and like to watch some tv with it.”

Saul put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer so you could rest your head against him.

“It’s nice, honestly not what I was picturing.”

“What did you expect? A farm or something?” You laughed.

He chuckled a little.

“I suppose so, yes. But this is nice, relaxing, but how do you make it back on time everyday?”

“Oh! There’s a portal here, goes right to my office.”

He nodded his head.

“I’ll show you next week, don’t worry nobody can get through it, it’s not in the open, it’s hidden.”

“How many things do you have hidden?”

“Loads.” You grinned.

Walking in front of him, you leant forward to kiss him and dropped yourself on the sofa, laying yourself down.

“Wanna watch a film?”

“As long as it’s not some sappy one then sure.”

So that’s how you spent the rest of the day, cuddled up to Saul, watching films all day.

As evening drew by, a light rain began to fall and you were sat in bed reading while Saul was doing some work in the study.

It wasn’t long before you fell asleep, and Saul wondered in, climbing in bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you as he fell asleep.

A loud crackle of thunder woke you up, and you grumbled a little, turned over and patting the other side of the bed.

“Love..?”

You sat up, rubbing your eyes and turned on the lamp, looking around the empty room.

“Saul?”

With a small yawn, you got up, padding around each room to try and find your boyfriend, and you found him in the study, sitting in the arm chair.

Another rumble of thunder went over, and you noticed how he suddenly tensed up.

Walking over to your desk, you grabbed the headphones, and your iPad, making your way over.

You sat on the arm of the chair, giving him the iPad after connecting the headphones, then you slipped them on his head, letting him rest against your side.

You didn’t say anything, but you sat there running your fingers through his hair, manipulating thick vines to grow over the windows to block out any flashes of lightening.

You didn’t mind storms, sometimes they were relaxing to just sit there and listen to while reading or working, but you could tell he didn’t like them.

You didn’t want to leave him in his own, so you stayed there all night, falling asleep half sprawled out over his lap.

Saul had set the iPad aside, playing one of your playlists, and he was running his hand over your head, smoothing his thumb over a little scar over your forehead.

He wasn’t sure if the storm had passed or not, and he didn’t want to remove the headphones to check, so he kept them on.

When you woke up again, he was reading something on the iPad, and you removed the vines from the window to reveal the sunrise.

Reaching up, you pushed the headphones down, gaining his attention.

“Hey…” you said gently.

“Morning.”

Saul leant down, giving you a kiss and he set the iPad and headphones on the floor.

You sat up to sit on the arm of the chair but he pulled you back into his lap and you looked at him, letting him bury his face into your shoulder and you held the back of his head.

“If you don’t like storms I can make a quiet room.” You said gently.

He shook his head.

“Don’t exhaust yourself with that kind of magic it’s fine… I’ve never liked them…”

“It’s alright..”

You rested your head on his, and you felt his tears hitting your skin.

“Talk to me love, I’m here for you.”

He took a small breath.

Then he began to explain what had happened with his father, the gunshot, and everything after.

It all made sense now.

And you held him tightly in your arms as he tried to keep his composure.

You didn’t have the words to comfort him, so you said nothing, you simply just held him, and for Saul that was better than someone talking to him.

Just you holding him was enough to comfort him, because it reminded him that he wasn’t alone

[nabateaprodigy]

Please may I have a Fairy tail request hurt to comfort fanfiction of when Juvia Lockser's male S/O who is Gray's older twin brother reassured Juvia that he still loves her no matter what when Juvia heard complaints from S/Os fangirls of how he could fall in love with a gloomy weather woman and stuff like that and it understandably greatly hurt Juvia's feelings judging by how the rain began to fall (S/O saw the situation and made the fangirls see sense that he loves Juvia and there is nothing that can change how he feels about her). S/O comforted Juvia afterwards..not caring if the rain will make him sick considering how long he spent looking for her. He still cared about Juvia..and he loves her.

(Juvia doesn't deserve any hate)

My Lovely Rain Woman

Series: Fairy Tail.

Character: Juvia and Gray.

Genre: Hurt to Comfort.

Proofread: Yes.

Reader: Male.

Notes: Ahh omg just reading this request a little sad! I love Juvia with all my heart she's my favorite Fairy Tail character. It's sad to see so much hate for Juvia within the fandom. She's just a girl who's in love and who has no problem showing her love for the person she's in love with.

Juvia was out doing some shopping in Magnolia when she overheard two girls talking. "How can a woman like that be with him? She's so gloomy!" One girl had said to the other. "I know right? There's also rain wherever she goes!

And don't get me started with all the affection she gives him. He can't get a moment to breathe without her holding onto his arm!" The other girl spoke in reply. In that moment it was as though Juvia's whole world began to collapse.

Was what they said true? Did what they say was how her S/O thinks of her? Then just as she was taking all of this I'm the girl spoke again. "Not to mention she can be so clingy and obsessive! Honestly, I do take pity on her lover."

"Clingy." "Obsessive." It rang in Juvia's head over and over overwhelming her. It wouldn't stop it's all she can think of now. It was beginning to become too much for her she started to tear up and began running home. On her way, she passed Gray who had notched how upset she was.

"Juvia!" Gray had called out to her but kept on running not stopping until she reached the comfort of her room. Gray knew something was wrong so he ran back to the Guild Hall to tell you about Juvia. As this was happening Juvia finally made it to Fairy Hills and ran straight to her room.

She immediately fell onto her bed crying about what those girls said earlier. The words felt like a knife to Juvia's heart and kept on hearing the words the spoke in her head. All of this was too much for Juvia as began crying harder from their words.

Just then Gray had finally made it back to the Guild Hall to tell you about Juvia. You were with Natsu and Lucy just talking about some jobs you should take. Gray ran up to you immediately to tell you about the state Juvia was in.

"Hey, little brother I just saw Juvia a while ago. She looked very upset I tried to call out to her to see what was wrong. But she just kept running for whatever upset her."

This was a surprise to you what happened? Where's Juvia? Is she okay? All these questions raced through your mind. But just then Gray began to speak again.

"I saw her running off in the direction of Fairy Hills. She's probably already made her way there. So I would go there first to look for her."

Gray spoke to you again and you immediately got up from your seat. You then began to race out of the Guild Hall to go see Juvia. On your way out you shouted to Gray thanking him for coming to you and telling you about Juvia. "Thank you, Gray!"

You were worried so very worried about Juvia. Nothing like this had happened before so you could only imagine how Juvia must be right now. You had finally made it to Fairy Hills now and made your way to Juvia's room as quickly as you could.

You finally reached her door and knocked gently. "Juvia? Can I come in?" No response but you can hear Juvia crying through the door. "Juvia? I'm coming in alright?" You spoke as you opened her door and entered her room.

There she was you saw her as soon as you entered the room. She was crying heavily on her bed. She didn't even look at you when you entered the room she just continued crying.

You approached and sat down on the bed next to her as you began to speak. "Juvia? What's wrong? Will you tell me what happened? I'm really worried about you."

You began to rub her back with your hand in an attempt to comfort Juvia. After a while Juvia's crying seems to have begun to slow down and she was taking deep breaths. Then after some more time, Juvia spoke to you about what was upsetting her.

"Darling, am I too clingy?" Juvia spoke and it surprised you as you didn't expect that. "What? No of course not Juvia why would you think that?" Juvia then sat up next to you.

"Juvia was out shopping earlier today and I overheard these girls taking. They said I was too clingy and obsessive over you darling." It hurts your heart to hear this but your heart hurt even more seeing how it was affecting Juvia.

You then pulled Juvia into a hug her head resting on your shoulder and your head resting on hers. "I would never think anything like that Juvia. I love you more than life itself you mean so much to mean and I care about you more than words can express. Don't listen to them Juvia what they said isn't true.

I love you just how you and nothing will ever change that." As soon as you tell her this Juvia's mood changes and you see her start to smile again. "Thank you darling I'll never doubt your love for me again. I love you so much." Juvia spoke looking at you with a smile on her face. "And I love you as well Juvia."

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Awww… thank you for the nice comments about my drawing… I do really think that I could have done better ;-; but I’m glad that you liked it. And thank you for the banana, since you were nice to give me a gift, I shall return the favor!

Mature Content Warning.

{ A bit of context: Ok so I ship my oc (her name is D.A. as a nickname) with Link (BOTW/TOTK) a lot… for many different reasons but all you need to know that D.A. is a Tall Queen and Link is her Short King. But that will be another story for another time, so this will be about the Reader of any gender, and the Chain. }

The chain and the reader are just hanging around at a campsite, doing their own thing. Unfortunately it is very hot outside and Wild is not having it at all. So after lunch is over, he chills next to reader under a tree and tries to take a nap. While he sleeps, he began to have a bit of a fun dream. He sees himself at the bottom of the hill, (in the Barbarian Armor cuz I’m that type of person) and on the top of this hill, he sees his flower, but he has to climb to get to them. So he climbs and climbs and climbs, ironically enough, the higher he goes, the hotter the atmosphere is around him. Wild starts to sweat and sweat, but he doesn’t stop, he wants his lover so badly. It’s only at the top, he realizes that his sweetie is a giant now, and unfortunately they can’t hear him from way down there. So he gently climbs onto the hot smooth skin of this beautiful being in front of him. He continues to climb, up their body, all soft and warm, and Wild is starting to become crazy, just aching for relief from this mayor yet. Finally, he makes he way face to face with his lover, with him standing on their chest. And an reward for climbing all the way to the top, Wild is given a kiss from this beautiful beautiful being (kinda like how those huge fairies kiss him when he upgrades or something? I haven’t played the game .3.) When the kiss is done, suddenly there is this waterfall above Wild, giving him the cooling relief he craved so bad as he wails out in satisfaction. Once the ordeal is over, Wild opens his eyes and is meet with a bunch of eyes on him. The Reader and the chain just look at him.

Reader is confused and concerned.

Wind doesn’t even has a clue what is going on as his eyes are being covered by Legend, Hyrule was attempting to cover Wind’s eyes but failed miserably.

Twilight and Sky both have second had embarrassment.

Calamity refuses to acknowledge what the hell just happened for his own mental sanity.

Warriors just has a smirk on his face.

Sage is just disgusted….. DISGUSTING!

And any other Link that I missed, their just have the confusion of da highest orda.

As for Wild… he feels like he is on top of something… so he slowing looks down, face is totally painted the bright shade of red by the way, and below him is an unfortunate (chulu? I honestly don’t know, it’s the blue thing with the eyes) jelly. The jelly seems like it has seem better days, and it wants to be out of its memory. Luckily it’s wish is granted, Wild pulls out his sword and pops it instantly. Eventually everyone continues to go about their day, refusing to mention anything that happened… all but one person that is…

Sage: Y’all get mad at me for how I act, but HE gets a PASS!? …. F all of y’all, all of y’all can go suck a caterpillar di-

Then the Reader just pulls Sage away to give him a stern lectures on how to treat people, but he’ll never listen…

So yeah… I know I draw but I seriously need to start writing all my random ideas and put them on this app… I named myself “mrswritter” damnit!! I’ll work on this one day… but I hope you enjoyed this! Please take your time as you relax from the requests, you’ve feed us so well, now we shall pay the bill. This story was my payment, and as a tip, here’s an apple, a red one this time! 🍎

BRO THE MEAL YOU JUST FED ME I AM LICKING MY FINGERS

Legend is offended on your behalf. Like he is acting like a wounded mother who had someone swear in front of her kid. Hyrule is like, hand to the mouth, shocked.

Twilight is just defeated bc that was who he was mentoring and he doesn't know if he failed wild or Wild failed him. Sky doesn't know where the timeline went wrong.

Time is wondering if it's too late to go back and eradicate the timeline. Wars for sure is smirking because now he gets to hold this over Wild's head forever.

And Cal and Sage? They are by far the most insulted. Cal is downright disgusted since he's more duty bound than the other two, so he's a little more...sophisticated in a way. Sage is furious. He kisses you one time and they separate the two of you for two hours. But Wild can do this and just...get away with it?!

Fucking Double Standard. He is ranting and raving about this constantly. He even gets Cal on his side.

Reader has to prolly scold them both lmao.

I enjoyed it very much! Honestly, it was a struggle to start consistently writing for me lmao. I require no payment, but tidbits like this are always appreciated! Since you've switched it up, I shall too! 🍋 Have a lemon!

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Cardverse Week 2023

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Day Seven: Folklore and Mythology - Fairy tales | Magical

A story of why weeping willows cry at the river's edge. A story about a fallen King and Queen. Teen | USUK | Major Character Death (This one is saaaaaaaaaaaaad)

There once was a prince who deeply loved his betrothed and was deeply loved by his betrothed in turn. They had been promised to each other from a very young age, and grew up knowing only each other for company.

“Arthur!” came Alfred’s loud but far away voice.

Arthur looked up from his book, seeing the young prince running towards him across the soft hill. Arthur was perched underneath the willow tree which swayed gently against the brook. 

He had specifically come out here to recharge his ability to deal with… people, but it seemed Alfred would not be kept from his side for long.

“Careful,” Arthur said as Alfred slipped through the thick grass. “The river is faster and deeper than it appears. Fall in and I cannot pull you out.”

“I’m fine,” Alfred grumbled, collapsing in a heap on Arthur’s lap. He lay there, Arthur holding his heavy book aloft, as if he were much smaller than his age of thirteen. “Whatcha reading?” he asked.

“A book.”

“Har har. What is it about?”

Arthur lowered it, using Alfred’s face as a rest. “Fairy tales.”

“Why am I not surprised,” was Alfred’s squished retort.

Moaning, Arthur slammed the book shut, knocking Alfred’s nose out of joint. He slapped it down into the reeds, the weight of it holding it in place on the bank.

“Why did you come looking for me Alfred?”

“Bored.”

“You’re spoiled.”

“Whose fault is that?”

Arthur began to move away, dodging Alfred’s attempts to tug him down into a kiss. He had just turned a teenager, and had just discovered how good kissing could feel. As a result, he had become something of a pest. All Alfred wanted was Arthur’s attention. It always had been that way, ever since they were small and Arthur had been lifted up to see Alfred’s cradle. To see the boy to whom he had retroactively been engineered for.

If Arthur wanted to begrudge the way his life had been predetermined, if he wanted to hate Alfred for becoming the sole point of his existence, Arthur could not find it in him. Their grandparents and guardians plan had worked, and the fifteen year old could now barely go a day without Alfred prattling in his ear about one of his science lessons.

Alfred did not pay much attention to literature or magic. That was certainly Arthur’s remit, and, if he were to be Queen (which neither boy had any cause to doubt), doubly so. 

Still, Arthur knew there was a time and place for frivolity, so rolled away, shuffling back to the tree's roots.

“Not here.”

Alfred laughed, “But there’s no-one around.”

“That’s not the problem. Not under a willow tree.”

“What’s wrong with a tree?”

Arthur pushed Alfred’s hands away.

“Go away Alfred, I came out here to be left alone.”

“I’ll pull you into the river,” Alfred threatened.

The urge to call Alfred a brat rose. Because he was. A selfish brat. He always got his way and was never told a flat ‘no’. Even the rare occasion where he was usually resulted in Alfred immediately turning to threats. It was cute, initially. Every rejection was positioned simply as an alternative that the Prince had to consent to. Honestly, it sometimes felt as though Arthur was the only one who had the courage to look the Prince in the eye and tell him to piss off.

“I said no Alfred. Go bother Yao.”

He ignored Arthur, going to grab him once more. In no mood for games, Arthur picked up the heavy book and threw it at the Prince’s head. It smacked Alfred right in the temple, and he fell backwards, glasses broken.

He lay there for a moment, quite bamboozled at the direction their interaction had taken. 

“Geez,” he muttered, “point taken.”

“Shit. Sorry.”

Arthur was above him then, carefully closing and setting down the pages of the book to ensure the paper was not crinkled. He then carefully set Alfred’s glasses straight.

The young teenager was smiling, love and dumbstruck.

“I deserved it,” he admitted, for once being humble. He then pouted, mood changeable as ever. “But why the willow tree?”

“It’s for the dead to rest, Alfred. Spirits rest at the river, take the shade of the branches and leaves. You really think they want to see frivolity and love here? Something they will never have again? The dead are jealous, Alfred. They want what they will never have. Sometimes they just want company by the river. What they don’t want is two teenage boys making out on their banks.”

Alfred only became more confused. “I don’t care how many times other people say you can see them, I think you’re making it up.”

“You can think that all you want. So long as you respect it.”

Alfred grumbled. “Can I at least sit with you?”

“If you are quiet and let me read my book, yes. Take a nap.”

“On your lap?”

“Pushing it.”

Alfred rolled up and over, enjoying the breeze and the tickling of the hanging branches on his skin. He listened to the water running by, the warmth and gentle puffs of breath from Arthur next to him, reading his heavy book on fairies.

Maybe he could see the connection to the dead. At that moment, it certainly felt like heaven to the Prince.

When the old King died, his grandson, the Prince, found himself wearing a heavy crown. His betrothed and he were not yet married, as a neighbouring Kingdom thought the time was right to invade, to take advantage of the young King’s inexperience and the fragile nature of the transition of power.

Arthur was waiting by the willow tree. He was dressed incredibly finely, with a waistcoat that pinned his torso tightly, a jacket that was embroidered with such detail that Alfred knew the only one capable of such love was Arthur himself.

“You look lovely,” Alfred said as he approached.

Arthur smiled miserably. “My wedding clothes,” he admitted, nose turning red. “I wanted you to see them before you leave.”

Arthur tapped three times against the King’s breastplate. Not too elaborate, not too showy, no, this was the armour of someone intending to fight, not just sit on their horse and watch from the sidelines. Still far finer than any average soldier however, not to mention the heavy weight of a crown on his head that he wore well. Standing tall, standing straight. So very lovely.

“I’m sorry that we could not have it done before I had to leave, but I have been told you are Queen in all but name.”

“I will keep the ship running until you return. Victorious.”

Alfred nodded, looking more confident than he felt.

“Then you can wear those clothes for real at the cathedral, and I can give you your crown, as it was always meant to be.”

Arthur exhaled, holding his hands out for Alfred to clasp. His bare hands, long fingered and pale, held onto Alfred’s leather gloved palms very tightly.

“Well, if I am your Queen, if I am your husband, let me give you my blessing.”

Alfred looked around. “Under the willow tree.”

“Let the dead bear witness.”

The seriousness of the promise struck Alfred. To swear upon the dead was not an oath taken lightly. Failure to keep it would end in only one path for either party.

Alfred felt no hesitation in accepting the blessing. Even if he did not truly believe in Arthur’s stories, he respected them, as he had always been badgered to.

Slowly, like an old man, Alfred unsheathed his sword, stabbing it down into the soil, went down to one knee, and bent his head in front of Arthur.

“I ask for my Queen’s blessing for the war ahead. I ask for your protection and faithfulness. I ask that you wait for me, until I return, when all things shall be well again.

Arthur's hands were then in Alfred’s hair, carefully removing the crown. Alfred did not look up, but was able to hear over the sound of the river, Arthur kiss the centre emblem, then place the crown carefully, but deftly, back onto the King. His fingers trailed down, over Alfred's cheeks and across, until his own hands curled over the King’s, both of them gripping the sword.

“I freely and openly give you my blessing, the blessing of a Queen of Spades. This oath I swear in front of any who witnesses. Come back to me, my love. Even if not in victory, come back to me.”

Arthur stepped back, and Alfred rose to his feet, sheathing the sword.

“Am I still forbidden to kiss you here? To seal the deal, you know?”

His flippancy was all at once funny and heartbreaking. Arthur laughed, but it was utterly lacking in humour, and instead sounded half like a sob.

“Just once. Just once Alfred.”

To be held by Alfred was to be held as if something precious, something irreplaceable that he would never find again or wish to find elsewhere. Arthur had forever fought the urge to stand on his toes with each kiss from the moment Alfred’s height had overtaken his own, so giddy and full of hot air with each press of his lips.

“This is not goodbye,” Arthur insisted.

Alfred shook his head, agreeing. “No. It’s an ‘until I return home’. Keep the Kingdom safe with Yao until I do.”

Another kiss, then Arthur stepped closer to the river, closer to the whispers of ghosts and the water. Alfred stood at attention, then bowed.

The Queen watched the King leave, and, only upon Alfred disappearing over the hill, ready to climb on his horse and ride to war, did he allow himself to weep.

He could not help but feel like he had already lost Alfred, as if the grieving had already begun. 

And thus the soon to be Queen waited. He did his duty well, kept the nation working as smoothly as it could throughout the war, taking care of the home to ensure there was a Kingdom for his King to return to. He worked long and hard everyday, and each night he waited by the river under the willow tree, listening to the souls that drifted down after each and every battle. “Tell me your news,” the not yet Queen would ask the resting souls, “What of the King?” and every day there would be stories to tell. The King gave a grand speech. The King fought bravely and boldly. The King will not lose hope. So the uncrowned Queen remained at the river, asking each every day for the news that would drive him to despair. 

It was the one hundredth and twelfth night of their separation. Arthur remained under the willow tree, brushed and caressed by its branches. He sat on his knees, watching the water drift by. It was perfectly clear, and perfectly dark. For all that the seasons had changed, the tree had not died for winter. Its leaves clung on, stubborn through the orange autumn and white winter. With each breath creating a cloud of steam, Arthur remained utterly still, simply watching, waiting.

The foam and curling water that rippled over the rocks looked like limbs, faces appearing and gasping for breath, only to be dragged back under. Arthur was right, if you fell in, the spirits who did not quite understand that their time had come, would grasp and drag the living down with them. A drowning creatures panicking and scrambling, as if it ever stood a chance to begin with.

It was not just Spade’s own soldiers that drifted down. Men and women from the invading armies also would appear, screaming that they had been given no choice, that it was not fair.

Arthur watched them impassively. No, it was not fair. 

There was some that curled into inlets, swirling in circles, waiting to be caught by another soul and dragged down the path. Arthur always took the time to speak to them. They, even in death, were in awe. The Queen had come to bless their journey. For that, most were grateful. Some however, spluttered and spat, dampening Arthur’s shoes. He did not rise to the bait, for how would he react, if thrown to his death for a Crown he had never seen?

“Before you leave,” he muttered as always, “have you news of the King?”

You do not know? replied one.

“I trust first hand accounts more than the reports which arrive on my desk daily. They tell me of numbers and provisions and manoeuvres. I wish to know about his person.”

The ghost said more, drifting away. Arthur waited for another, then asked again.

You do not know? said that one.

Arthur’s heart stuttered.

“Know what?”

But the spirit moved on, giving no more of a response.

Frozen amongst the frigid ground, Arthur’s stomach sank deep, deep into the earth itself.

“No,” he muttered. “No, I would have heard. Others would have said. No…”

He waited for yet another ghost to drift by. There had been no surge of the fallen to consult, no great battle for Alfred to fall under. Arthur repeated this fact until it convinced himself to believe it. And yet, when another spirit twisted and turned close to Arthur’s hands, he moved until he was leaning over the bank. Ink darkness swirled below.

“I beg you, as the Queen of Spades, have you heard news of the King? Is he well?”

A face appeared in the water, a young woman, mournful and reluctant, and Arthur knew the answer.

He is dead.

The Queen screamed. The Queen cried. The Queen waited by the river’s edge. Each person who passed had no interest in consoling him, for why would they care? Arthur was alive. They were not. Why should they care of his broken heart?

But still, Arthur did not move. Alfred may yet come by. This was the path that many took. Arthur waited, and waited, and waited, sending away each and every courier sent to retrieve him back to the palace.

Just a bit more time, he asked.

He would not have forever. Soon he would be required. A new King would be sought. Arthur was still Queen, he still had a job to perform. 

A Queen who had never been married, who had never been crowned. Finding a replacement King perhaps was the simplest option.

The thought made Arthur's tears all the more bitter.

Arthur had no desire to rule anymore. He was unable to stop his sobbing, for he could not bring himself to have hope, could not find it in himself to cease his grief. Until finally, one night, the sight which he had simultaneously been dreading, and longing for more than anything, came by.

The King drifted along, and became caught into a rock pool.

“Alfred!” the Queen yelled, standing up and leaning over the bank. He held on tightly to the streaming branches of the willow tree. 

I said I would return to you.

“Your majesty!” cried a voice from over the hill. Arthur did not dare look back, too afraid to take his eyes away from Alfred. The moment he looked away, the King would be lost from him once again. 

“Not like this, no, never like this. I waited so long…”

Arthur, you promised.

Arthur leaned closer over the river, tears joining the icy water as if drifted by. He smiled again, for the first time since Alfred had last kissed him. Suddenly the blessing and oath made so much sense.

“So I did.” 

I think it was always supposed to be this way.

“Arthur come away from the river!” screamed a member of the household. Who, Arthur did not care. He could hear though, more than one set of footsteps approaching. They were coming to drag him away from the King. 

“You came back for me,” Arthur murmured, leaning ever closer. His hands slid down the hanging branches, pulling off leaves as the tension grew tauter. 

You said the dead were jealous. I cannot leave without you.

“Arthur please!” screamed the staff.

An awful calm spread over the Queen. Of course. Such a simple solution. His smile grew broader. 

“Oh my love. You have me. Always have. Let’s leave together, okay?”

Okay.

The Queen let go of the willow’s leaves, and fell into the river.

Crying out, the Jack, Yao, who had been rushing to the Queen’s side as soon as news had reached the capital of the King’s death, collapsed under the tree. He was not quick enough, for the river was deeper and had a far faster current than it appeared. Unable to reach the Queen in time, the court watched, dismayed, as Arthur was dragged under, pulled away from the Kingdom he had sworn to protect.

So consumed with love and grief for the King, and keeping that solemn oath the two had made under the swaying tree so long ago, he had made his choice.

What became of the Kingdom upon the death of its King and Queen was lost to time. The war was won, the land was lost. The tree and river remained as it always had, unchanging, uncaring, drifting and swaying with each season that passed. No more were people allowed to approach. It was forever known as the place where a weeping Queen drowned to follow a murdered King. A place for sorrow, for madness, for a lost love.

Thus ends this tale of why we call the trees that bow over rivers as weeping willows; to recall a clever grieving Queen and the handsome brave King who died far too young.

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Hello! Top 5 fave folklores/fairytales? :)

ohhhh i LOVE this one! wow okay this is so much fun:

Petrosinella by Giambattista Basile, which is one of the origins of the Rapunzel fairytale! It's a Neapolitan fairytale where a pregnant woman steals parsley from an ogress and has to give up her baby as punishment. The ogress teaches the baby magic and when she grows up, she escapes using magic acorns that turn into animals to attack the ogress. It's very fun even aside from the whole hair thing.

Pintosmalto, again by Basile, where a woman who doesn't want to marry anyone her father chooses makes her perfect husband out of treasures that her father brings her instead; a queen steals the husband away and she has to go get him back.

I'm a sucker for the genre of Irish fairytales where a fairy king steals a queen or a bride and then her husband goes crazy trying to get her back. The one where Fionbharr steals Ethna is fun, the king literally digs all the way down into the fairy realm under a hill until he's close to destroying the palace and Fionbharr is like fiiine, take her back just don't mess up my house.

Similarly I love anything set in Tír na nÓg. I love Niamh and Oisín (and I really like Yeats' version!) Niamh takes Oisín to live in Tír na nÓg with her for what he thinks is 3 years, but is actually 300. He wants to go back to Ireland and she's like okay, but don't touch the ground; he goes back and falls off his horse and immediately ages 300 years and dies.

The Brown Bear of Norway is long and twisty and honestly needs a good retelling someday. When my dad read this story to me as a kid, I went around telling people I was going to marry a bear when I grew up, because to me the point of the story was she should've just dealt with him being a bear sometimes (I was unconcerned about the kidnapped children).

ask me top 5 anything! 🌱🌰🧚🏻🐻

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Hello Chicken! 🐓 Often people list meditation as a "foundamental skill you need to have before starting to do magic / witchcraft". Do you agree? And also, what do you think are some of the other skills needed? Thank you for your time.

It's the year 1525 and you caught Old Lisbeth muttering to herself in the woods again. After much pressing she finally reveals to you that when she sleeps a fairy man named Grisbone takes her to a strange hill which has a hidden door. Together, they go inside the hill and feast on food, and when she wakes up she can hear the trees talking to her until the moon turns dark.

Old Lisbeth tells you about the Black Book and the loving affections of the Devil King, and how sweet the wine is, and how strange and lovely all the pale folk are under the hill.

You want to talk to plants. You want the Pale Master to give you a familiar friend, who will go out and steal cream while it's still inside the cows. You want to sign the Black Book and dance until dawn. You ask Old Lisbeth to teach you how to do all these wonderful things.

"Very well," she says. "I will go down to the hill tonight and ask Grisbone if you too can join us. When I have the answer, I will return to you."

You stay up all night, sick with worry. What if you are denied passage? What if you will never listen to the whispers of the plants, or know the companionship of wee devils who grant wishes?

Finally, morning comes. You finish your chores in a rush and fly out the front door, anxious to meet Old Lisbeth. She motions for you to join her in the woods.

"I have my answer from the folk under the hill. You may join us in our dances and feasts, and you may sign the Book. But first, you must complete a trial."

"Yes!" you exclaim. "Anything."

"First, you must wait for five hundred years for Swami Vivekananda to give a speech in Chicago."

"Who? What's Chicago?"

"Chicago won't exist for a couple of hundred years. Don't worry about that. A man from the East will give a speech, and then Americans will become very interested in meditation."

"Americans?"

"Never mind that. What matters is meditation."

"What the hell is meditation?"

"I have no idea. I've never heard of it before in my life. Anyway, just wait until the year 1960 or so until it gets really popular in a secular way, to the point where it's so stripped from its religious and cultural roots that people start to believe it's a universally necessary practice and start applying it to totally unrelated spiritualities."

"Okay, so I have to live for five hundred years until something called meditation gets really popular in a place that doesn't exist yet? And then I can meet the Lord of the Hill?"

"No, then you have to start meditating. You have to get really good at it."

"But you just said that witchcraft is a totally unrelated-"

"Well, you're not allowed a familiar until you do so."

"So... anything else?"

"Yes, you've also got to learn visualization and energy work."

"What the fuck?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. Honestly, I thought they might have been making up some of these words."

"Did you have to do any of this?"

"Of course not, it doesn't make sense. I was churning butter one day and praying, and I saw Grisbone and he took me under the hill, and when we came back I had finished churning the butter. That's how I got started."

"So why can't I do that?"

"Because in the year 2007 someone will make a website called Tumblr, and people are going to start making up a lot of rules about witchcraft. And the gods and spirits feel so bad about how ridiculous those clown fools will look that they decided we had better start changing witchcraft now, so in half a millennium when people say meditation is a fundamental skill of witchcraft the spirits won't weep in despair."

[transmascnaotoshirogane]

rainflower, chapter one

welcome, welcome to 'basil had an idea and ran with it'! important notes; legend is referred to as 'flower' for a good portion, since they dont know their name and wild picked one at random. legend has only done three adventures. a link to the past, a link between worlds, and links awakening. youll see why it ends at that one wild and flora arent really together? but honestly, interpret it however you want i dont actually care about that

anyways, enjoy!

ao3 link; x

Link frowned, walking with an axe held tightly in his hands. He felt something calling him, and he was led all the way to what looked like a cave, at first. Instead, when he’d walked in, he’d discovered it was some sort of dungeon, not dissimilar to the divine beasts. It was designed to keep something in. Or to keep others out. …but, sorry to whoever designed it; Link is curious. Very curious. That’s how he found himself staring at the last door inside the dungeon, eyes locked onto the slot where his slate should go. He took a breath, placing his slate in the designated place, watching as the doors opened. It’s…not what he was expecting. The room was small, and there was a fair amount of water on the floor, making Link very glad that he wasn’t wearing shoes at the minute. Ha. Take that, everyone who tried to make him wear them this morning. What’s most concerning, though, is that there’s…a soft, pink glow coming from a wooden box in the corner.

What the hell..?

At first, he thought it was a fairy—but fairies don’t glow that much, and this pink is more vibrant than soft. He inched closer cautiously, nudging the box open with the blade of the axe. His heart sank. Inside the box appears to be a child. Pinkish hair going down to their mid-back, a red dress torn at the bottom, scars littering their body, and they didn’t even have shoes on. Is this..? Before his thought was finished, he watched the child shift onto their back, eyes wide and filled with confusion. Pink and gold. Pretty. “W-Wh…where am I..? W-What’s…going on?!”The child panicked, sitting up quickly. Link frowned, waving his hands to try and calm the child. When he was sure that they weren’t in danger of having a panic attack, he crouched down next to the box, placing the axe down. “H..ello. What’s..your name?” The child stared back, whimpering in fear. “It’s alright, it’s alright. I’m Link. What’s your name?”He tried again, holding a hand out for them. “I…I don’t…”The child bit their lip, tears welling up in their eyes. “I don’t…remember my name.” The realisation hit Link like a brick, and he frowned softly as he helped the kid up, letting them step out of the box. “That’s alright.”Link smiled. “How about a nickname for now, until you remember?” “A…nickname..?” “Yeah!”Link smiled, holding the child’s hand as he carefully led them out. “It’s not a real name, it’s something your friends call you in replacement. When you remember your name, I’ll call you that, but for now…hm.”Link looked around as they stepped out of the cave, eyes landing on a small patch of flowers. “How about flower?” “Fl..ower?” “Yeah! Cause your hair’s pink, like a flower.”Link grinned softly, looking at them to gauge the reaction. They looked like they were thinking, before smiling softly. “I…like it,”They mumbled, eyes darting around in pure fascination.

“W…Woah…” “It’s pretty, right?”He smiled softly, leading them down the hill. “Careful—it’s a little steep.” “Where…are we?”Flower tilted their head, looking up at Link. “Oh, right. This is the kingdom of Hyrule!”Link smiled faintly. “It’s…still recovering from the calamity, but we’re getting there!” Flower slowly nodded, looking at a nearby apple tree. Link noticed, and smiled softly. “You’re hungry, huh? Here—”He took an apple out of the slate, handing it to Flower. “You can have this while we walk, and when we get to my house I’ll cook you something better! Okay?” Flower just let out a soft hum of understanding, biting into the apple happily. Link let out a soft chuckle, looking ahead again.

The champions are eerily quiet right now. Usually, they’d be yelling their own opinions at him for this; telling him he should find the kid’s parents, that he’s not fit to look after a child—but they’re not saying anything. Maybe he should consult Zelda. She might know what to do. “Um…Link?” Link snapped out of it, glancing at Flower briefly, shooting them a smile before looking forward. “What’s up, Flower?” “Um…do..you know me?” Link wishes he did. He wishes he could have the answers for Flower, but…he doesn’t. “I don’t. Sorry. But I’ll help you get your memories back, and find your family. Okay?” Flower pouted, clearly a little disappointed, but nodded softly. “Okay…thank you Link.” Link hummed gently, making sure to keep to the road for once so he wasn’t dragging the amnesiac child into danger. About halfway to Hateno, Flower looks tired, and Link stopped abruptly. “Flower? We’re almost there, okay? Do you want me to carry you?” Flower nodded slowly, rubbing their eyes as Link made to pick them up, wrapping them in his cloak to keep them warm. The rest of the walk was generally quiet, only the sounds of the wildlife heard and, of course, his own footsteps. Glancing down at the small form in his arms, he frowned. He hopes he can find out who Flower’s parents are, let them know their kid is okay, let Flower have their parents and feel safe. But…as much as he hates it? That isn't likely. Instead, he decided he’ll look after this kid for as long as he can. “Link, what the hell is this?”Zelda sighed, more exhausted than irritated. “I…found them.”Link frowned, tucking Flower into his bed. “They don’t know anything. They don’t even know who they are, Zelda..” “You found them? Where?” “In a cave. They—They were in a box. It was closed. I don’t…I don’t think it was an accident but—fuck. Can you please tell me if anyone has reported their kid missing?” “...I’ll keep an eye and ear out.”Zelda looked over at Flower, frowning softly. “How old is this kid..?” “I don’t know. They don’t know either.” “Maybe Purah can figure it out…I want to check over their injuries when they’re awake enough to consent, as well.” Link nodded, heading downstairs with the princess as he began to do kitchen prep to make dinner. “I thought they were dead at first. The box was entirely shut, didn’t even seem like breathing was possible in it.” “It’s a miracle they’ve survived..”Zelda frowned. “Did it seem intentional?” “I don’t know.”He frowned. “I hope not. They’re so little..” “I’m going to go and get Purah.”Zelda decided suddenly. “She might be able to help them in some way—we need to know more about them to be able to help.” “Let them sleep first.” “Link—” “They’re exhausted, and have been through a lot today already.”He sighed, then glanced at her. “Can you watch over this and make sure it doesn’t burn?” “Where are you going?” “I’m going to buy Flower some clothes. Their ones are torn up.”He explained briefly, before heading out and trusting that she wouldn’t burn the house down. Link made a beeline for the clothing store in town, hoping they had childrens clothes—or even just smaller clothes than the ones he wears. Stepping inside the store, he shot Sophie a soft smile. “Heya Soph.” The girl looked up, waving shyly at him. “N-Need something?” While she isn’t as shy as she was before, she’s still relatively reserved. At least she’s not hiding in the corner now, at least. “Yeah, um, I was wondering if you have the hylian tunic in a smaller size, or any clothes for kids?” “A-Ah? We…have smaller versions of the hylian tunic and hylian trousers..” “Sweet!”Link grinned. “Could I buy those then?” “O-Oh, sure! That’s..210 rupees,”She muttered, accepting the payment from the hero as she went to go and fetch the two items. “Um…h-here you go!” “Thank you!”Link smiled, taking his purchase and heading back out.

The clothes admittedly look like they’ll be a little big on Flower, but…slightly too big will be better than drowning in cloth. “I’m back,”He declared as he stepped inside, blinking slowly when he saw Flower sitting on the floor, Zelda making sure the dinner didn’t burn while also checking to see if Flower needed any immediate help. “Link!”Flower hopped up, scrambling over to him and hiding behind his leg. “Wh—hey, Flower, it’s okay.”He smiled. “Look, I got you something.” Upon hearing that, they tilted their head curiously as Link kneeled down, holding the clothes out to them. “They might be a little big on you, but I thought you’d want to wear something less…ripped.” Flower stared at the clothes for a while, holding them carefully when Link handed the items over. “You can go up and get changed, okay? We’re just making dinner. By we, I mean me, cause she’s no good at it.”He stuck his tongue out, causing Flower to laugh softly before they headed upstairs. Link let out a breath, biting down on his lip. “I should teach them how to use a weapon.” “Link.” “Zelda, it’s still dangerous. Especially with all the blood moons. They need to at least know self defence…you know?”Link frowned. “I know you’re worried but…they’re only young, Link. Do they need to know how this early?” “I knew by their age.”He stated confidently, then frowned slightly before adding, “I think.” Zelda sighed gently, nodding and looking up the stairs. “I hope you know what you’re getting into here.” “I do not.”Link grinned at her. “Link—”Zelda sighed, shaking her head in defeat. “Nevermind..” Link cheered in the wake of his victory, turning his attention to Flower when they returned. “...Flower, where are the trousers?”He snorted. “I…I didn’t like the way they felt…”Flower mumbled, playing with the edge of the tunic. Link was right—it is still too big. It looks more like a dress than anything. But Flower looks comfortable in it. “That’s alright.”Link shrugged. “At least it looks more comfortable than what you had on before.” Flower nodded quietly, sitting on the floor with their legs crossed. “I’m hungry.” “I’m almost done cooking, Flower! Promise.” “We need to wash their hair,”Zelda muttered to Link quietly, causing the hero to grin at her. “You can’t even convince me to do that.” “You’re right. Sidon and Tulin are the only two that can get you to.” “True that.”Link snorted loudly, serving up dinner.

It feels a little odd plating for three people, but he’ll get used to it. “Alright kid, dinner’s done.” Flower perked up, finally getting up off of the floor and sitting at the table with the two, tilting their head. “What is it?” “Oh, it’s just potatoes and meat,”He explained between mouthfuls. “It’s simple to make. I could teach you sometime if you want?” “Really?”Flower looked almost excited about the idea, then their eyes dulled. “But…what if I don’t remember it?” “Then we can try again. No biggie.” The smaller one nodded, carefully picking up a fork and eating some of the potatoes. “I could write down what you get taught, as well,”Zelda offered as she carefully cut up her own food. “Then you’ll be able to look back on it if you forget.” Flower simply nodded happily in response, ears twitching when there was a sudden knock on the door. Zelda frowned, getting up to answer the door. “Hello?” “Hello, is there…someone named Link here?” Link took the opportunity to walk over to the door, trying not to laugh when he noticed Flower following along like a little duckling. “I’m Link, can I help ya?”He grinned, looking at the group outside. There was seven people there; one with only one eye and wearing golden armour, one with cool dark face tattoos that Link swears he’s seen somewhere before, what looked like two children—one with shoulder-length hair and the worlds ugliest tunic, the other with short curly hair, wearing a blue lobster shirt—, a brown-haired boy who looked a bit nervous, a man with a feather in his hair who looked half asleep, and another one with a bright blue scarf. Flower peeked from behind Link, blinking slowly at the newcomers. “It…may be a bit of a shock, but we are all named Link,”The shortest member spoke up, placing a hand on their hip. “We’re all the heroes of courage, blah blah, whatever. We’re on an adventure across timelines, and Hylia has decided you’re being dragged into this too! This is not a choice. It’s a warning.” “Four,”The one with markings scolded, glancing at Link, and then trailing to Flower. “Oh. You have a kid.” Link frowned, glancing at Flower. “...kid?” Flower looked kind of out of it. “Hero…I-I…why do I feel weird about that word?” “How so?”Zelda kneeled down next to him. “It feels…um…familiar.”Flower frowned. “I-I don’t…remember why,” “Hey, hey Flower, don’t worry about it. Don’t stress.”Link sighed softly, glancing at the group. “Give me a day or two, alright?” “That’s alright. Let us introduce ourselves, yes? We’re using nicknames to avoid confusion.” Link sighed and let them inside, gently guiding Flower back to the table. “You can just finish eating, okay?” Flower quietly nodded, still watching the group. “Alright. They call me Time,”One of them spoke up. “This here is Four and Wind. They’re about the same age as your boy there.”He gestured to the two kids as he spoke.

The smallest one—Four, apparently—had walked over to Flower at this point, the two having a quiet conversation. Something about Four’s tunic, which wouldn’t be surprising. The whole way to Hateno, Flower was getting excited about anything colourful. “I’m Twilight,”The one with the familiar markings spoke. “That loser is Warriors.”He shoved the one wearing the scarf, who laughed and shoved him back. “And I’m Sky,”The sleepy one yawned. “This is Hyrule, our local healer!”He ruffled the hair of the brunette. Link hummed, nodding slowly. “I guess…you wanna come up with one for me, too?” “Yup!”Wind smiled brightly. “I like your hair.” “Oh, thank you!”He smiled faintly. “Don’t compliment it, he hasn’t washed it for weeks.” “Washing…hair? What…”Flower frowned. “What’s that?” “Oh.”Link frowned. “It’s basically putting water and soap in your hair to maintain it, making your hair feel nicer I guess.” Flower nodded, turning back to the conversation with Four. “How about Wild?”Hyrule mumbled, tilting his head. “Since…your hair has sticks and leaves in it. Yanno?” “Wild?”He blinked, glancing at Flower. “Hey, does that sound okay? Wild?” “Umm…”They tapped their chin, before nodding. “Wild…yeah, that’s easy to say.” “Wild it is.”Link—Wild nodded, sitting in a chair. “This is Flower. They have amnesia, no they’re not my kid, but I’m looking after them.” Flower nodded, chewing on another potato with a happy hum. Surveying the room, with his newly acquired child and the seven new people dragging him on a new adventure, Wild let out a soft groan. This was going to take some getting used to.

[weirdonumber33]

I thought for the void  with pictures yay !!!

Fairy Eddie x human reader

Ok let me set it up for you, Reader walking through a forest trail nothing unusual not walking off path or anything-until BOOM!! they trip and fall rolling down a the steep hill spraining their ankle in the process somehow they fell through some weird shield, field thing??

Opening them up to a world they’ve never seen before looking like New York if it had been made out of trees and other natural things. With strange creatures and monsters some more human than others. they wandered (limped) aimlessly until they somehow stumble into Eddie and he ends up dropping his cigarettes. Getting a angry grumble telling them to watch where they’re going. Reader freezes in shock at the fact that his ears are pointy and he has a giant pair of fairy wings tho a little scruffy and ripped up they seem to mesmerized reader. ‘How is this possible? how is any of this possible!’ Reader thought 

That’s when Eddie lifts his head and realizes they’re human he panics and says “you’re not supposed to be here” now they’re both frozen. Staring at one another. When he hears people coming panicking he yanking them into an alleyway. So no one would see them, Humans aren’t allowed to know that fairytale creatures exist. Once the people pass Eddie realizes doing this he made himself an accomplice to hiding a human so now he’s stuck with reader till he finds a way to get them out of there a secret world. The portal only opens up at random spots of the fairy tale city, Though there is one consistent portal that exists but it’s heavily guarded. he explains all of this to reader and says that he’s not sure what would happen if they went to higher ups, what would happen to him or reader. what type of trouble either them could get in!!

Since the reader is injured he helps wrap their leg and gives them a potion that will help them heal quicker. eddie tells reader to listen to him, and only him and he’ll get them out. he ends up, going back to his apartment. they talk of both their lives, and how they’re so different and yet so similar.

Eddie thinks reader is really cool. Eddie end up telling reader that he’s super cool a hero even! He also totally has a TON of friends. kind of just boasts of being some thing that he’s not really(popular and idk the hottest guy around something silly like that. Sorry if this sounds kind of out of character, you can change it if you want!). which he does end up showing some of his friends to reader for help. he tells them all not to tell reader that he’s not super cool and then there’s a dramatic reveal that he isn’t what he says he is I don’t know for drama I guess ?!? Then there’s a back-and-forth of reader not being sure if they can trust him but ultimately understanding, and trusting him again?

And then, finally they get caught by the higher ups of the fairytale guards. Him, reader, and a couple of his friends are all standing being held by said guards when a beautiful lady,-whatever fairy creature you want to make her-steps through and asks what’s going on the guards explaining what happened and she laughs elegantly. Saying that wasn’t that big of a deal. Nonetheless she is a bit upset that they hid it from her. Leaving reader, Eddie, and his friends shocked not knowing this. The beautiful fairytale leader explains that it isn’t very common for humans to slip through but there’s an easy way to get them back without any issues. She would make the human think that it was all a dream/wipe their memory of this happening at all…. (Bum bum BUM!)

And there’s a really sad saying goodbye moment or-I don’t know-reader stays but can’t go back home ever?? it’s really up to you honestly

Also yes his ears move with his expressions😼

[checkoutmybookshelf]

How is Faerie Smut Not Its Own Genre at This Point???

Ok, I've been on a faerie kick again lately, and I have just finished reading ACOTAR with a friend because he had started it and noped out, but agreed to try it again with me because he's the best. Like Fourth Wing, this book is a white girl BookTok darling, which means that the hype around this books peaks at "THIS IS THE BEST BOOK EVER WRITTEN AAAAAAAAAAAAAA" and "THIS BOOK IS THE WORST THING EVER WRITTEN AAAAAAAAAAAAA."

Y'all...this book is fine. It's aggressively fine. I think it has pacing and plotting issues, and it is absolutely oversold in terms of spice, but I didn't hate it, and there were bits that were fun. I would not kick this book out of bed. (I might kick it out of my classroom if I was teaching, but that's a separate issue.) Let's talk A Court of Thorns and Roses.

Spoiler warning here, because this book and series has been memed to hell and back, and I do not feel like avoiding spoilers is necessary. So SPPOILERS BELOW THE BREAK. Consider yourself warned.

Ok, so first thing's first: I like a good faerie story. I like a good scary faerie. And I am a wee bit of a sucker for a sappy love story once in a while. ACOTAR has all three of those, so objectively this book was fun. It hit some good beats for me, and I was not objectively opposed to faerie smut. Faeries are very flexible, they work in a surprising number of contexts--not to mention that the jump from "my boyfriend is a monster" to "my boyfriend is a high fae lord" is less of a jump and more of a sideways step. So just on paper, ACOTAR wasn't a hard sell for me.

For those of you who have been following my reviews--specifically the Artemis Fowl ones--you'll be happy to hear that Amarantha has been added to the Hall of Unnecessarily Extra Lady Villains with Opal Koboi and Semihrage. I am HERE for Amarantha girlbossing her way to absolute power while wearing the eye and finger bone of the dude she brutally murdered on the way up. I'm also a fan of her TRULY EPIC tantrum once Feyre has murdered two faeries, attempted murdered Tamlin and solved the goddamn riddle at the LAST POSSIBLE SECOND.

(And no, I'm still not over my John Oliver pitching a fit over the solution to the Da Vinci Code being apple levels of fury about THAT...but I digress.)

Amarantha fully leans into toxic girlbossing and just has FUN with it, and I'm never not here for that.

I also appreciated the little tweak of the Aos Si tradition of fairy hills and fairy mounds and fairy barrows into being under the mountain. Like, yes, that mountain is fae as HELL and I'm here for it. That was a nice little addition to the lore, and there's something about having an entire mountain above their heads that made Amarantha's court feel even more oppressive. I'm not sure how it managed not to feel like Khazad Dum, but it didn't, which was excellent.

The other thing I really liked was that the faeries in this series had a very clear sense of danger to them. No candy floss Disney Fairies here, the high fae are DANGEROUS and you can really and truly be fucked if you aren't fully on your game and know all the rules PLUS have a doctorate in rules-lawyering immortal beings. And even then, you could miss something and end up horribly murdered. Between Amarantha, the Night Court in general, the Attor, the Suriel, and the bogge, there was plenty of ambient danger around for our little human protagonist out of her depth.

The problems with this book for me were the aforementioned pacing and plotting problems, and also the romance. Let's take these one by one.

I think it's pretty well known that the last hundred-odd pages of Sarah J Maas books are where the action is, and while that can work for books (it worked beautifully for To Shape a Dragon's Breath), I wasn't buying it for ACOTAR. Feyre's time at the Spring Court draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged for me, and honestly I would have been happy with about a third of that timeframe. There was also some dragginess in the pacing under the mountain between the trials. A month between trials was just too long, and the time was not well-filled. A week. Just give it a week, you get the same bits between, and I'm not over here going "Why is this taking SO LONG??"

The pacing issues are at least a little exacerbated by the plotting issues. The first like...two-thirds of this book is a weird speedrun of a slow-burn Beauty and the Beast, except that Feyre isn't actually genre-savvy enough to KNOW that's what's happening, and the curse deadline actually passes (with everyone somehow blaming Feyre for this????) before anyone fills Feyre in on the fact that there was a curse in play at all. Then the last third of the book speedruns cursebreaking. Which was actually more interesting than "Feyre just kinda hangs out in a faerie castle for a few months," but very much felt like a completely different book.

Finally, we have the romance issues. And please, as y'all go into this, remember that I have a PhD in English and Film, and I have more life experience than your average 15-year-old who is inhaling this book. I am not the target demographic. Disclaimer out of the way...WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT???? Feyre spends more time with Lucien than Tamlin at the Spring Court, Lucien is the one who checks on her in her cell in under the mountain (yes, I know they explained it in the text, but it was a weak explanation and frankly, Tamlin could have TRIED), and then she spends a weird amount of time with Rhysand under the mountain, even if she doesn't remember most of it. She didn't have TIME to fall in love with Tamlin. I kind of hate to say this, but there was a huge sense of "You love the IDEA of him, sweetie" while I was reading. Not to mention that she kept flip-flopping on Tamlin while she was under the mountain. While he was physically in her line of sight she was all "I love this fae" but the second she's not looking at him, it's like he barely exists. Was this just an object permanence problem??? Like...Feyre, sweetie. I'm happy if you're happy, but you have not spent enough time with this man. You're just horny for the idea of him.

I also want to just...morally object to everyone BLAMING FEYRE for not knowing there was a curse? Like, even Belle knew that there was a curse in play, she was not expected to just...intuit that the Beast and castle were cursed. Like ten people told her about the curse. And I don't care that part of the curse was that nobody could tell Feyre, that did NOT serve the story.

The last weird thing I want to morally object to is everyone shaming Feyre for her illiteracy. Kids not having the opportunity to pursue education is a tragedy, but WE DO NOT SHAME THEM FOR IT. Feyre gets shit from EVERYONE about this, and the second trial hinging on an assumption that she can read just really hammered the "you are bad for not being able to read" home in the weirdest way. Just...What the hell???

All of that said, I want to reiterate that I would not kick this book out of bed. It has its problems, but I was indeed entertained--at least enough to finish the book. And full disclosure, my reading buddy and I are going to start ACOMAF next, so we're apparently hooked. And yes, you will eventually get a review of that one too!