#you fakir slanderers

[almond-tofu-chan]

Fakir hair appreciation post because I’ve become aware of some people SLANDERING his name and his pristine emo 2000s shoujo hair

proof he looks good from all angles 💅✨

[cloudbends]

I don't post about princess tutu that much but you all should know that this show is my everything, I have a thesis length analysis of its genius etched in my mind, I would die for fakir, and none of you know. Yet.

[lesbianfakir]

hate and hell and death to fakir princess tutu who did everything wrong

-goldkrone-struggle-tweets

It’s ok you know. I forgive you. It’s hard loving fakir so much, isn’t it? Knowing he never did anything wrong in his entire life. He’s such a good boy it’s natural to be angry about it, to want to slander his good name. It’s ok though. Take my hand. Peace and Fakir-Sama Love on planet earth

[therookieking412]

Word of the Day!

Hobgoblin: something causing superstitious fear; a bogey

She had never been one to believe the lies and slander her people had created about his family. She didn’t understand how people called them evil, devils, or miscreants. Especially when their son was just a child. Like her.

Sometimes her mother called her a wee devil, but there was something loving in her tone.

When her father talked about his family, he looked like a snake about to strike.

It only got worse as they got older.

He had grown into a young man, but to everyone around him, that made him more untrustworthy.

Especially now that he was friends with the town elder’s son.

People started to say he had bewitched the young man.

They had created a hobgoblin of his existence.

If he hadn’t grown up in their town, she probably would have had a normal childhood, running around in the town with her friends, scouting out into the woods, but her parents had been extra care that she was safe and protected. As if there was danger afoot.

But there were days where her parents weren’t as care and she could slip out from under their thumb, and it was days like these where she would go out into the woods.

She had found a creek as a young girl, and she found follow it as often as she could in hopes of finding a larger river, or a pond, or a lake!

It was exciting to her, and today she had gone further than she ever had before.

It was easier today, the elder’s son was getting wed and the whole town was in celebration, even her mother had nursed a glass of alcohol for the occasion.

The only downside was that she was wearing her finest dress, so she was sure the hem was caked in mud, she was sure her mother would throw a fit.

She cast those thoughts from her mind, however, when the creek lead her somewhere unexpected.

It was rational, that town would have chosen to be near a water source, but she had no idea it was so large.

She grinned at the mile long lake - maybe longer than that! It could have been the length of the town - and didn’t stop herself from running to it, screeching when the cold water met her toes. She giggled and laughed at what should have been a place she had visited since childhood.

She walked the water’s edge until she came to a fallen log that lead out over the water and she couldn’t resist going to it and climbing its trunk and limbs until she peered at the dark water she stood above.

When she stood still and just looked out, she could pretend she was in the middle of the lake, that she was a fairy flying over it’s waters, but her fantasy didn’t last long, there was a rustling in the woods and she thought she had been found, that her mother came to drag her back, she turned sharply in the log, and slipped.

She was sure she screamed as she feel, she could feel it leave her throat but she couldn’t hear it.

Mostly she heard the splash, and felt the icy water consume her.

She knew how to swim, it was just that she had never practiced it before, she kicked her legs, but her best dress was drowning, too.

Before she could get scared, someone pulled her out and when her head broke out of the water she gulped for air.

She was thrown a little ungracefully into the shore, and when she looked up at her rescuer she wasn’t afraid to find it was the only person who hadn’t been invited to the wedding.

“Fakir.” She said.

He had saved her when so many people had thought he would hurt her, and in her heart she was filled with determination to kill the hobgoblin that haunted his life.

“Idiot, what were you doing standing on that log, you could have drowned if I was there.”

She glared at him, but he still didn’t deserve to be incriminated.

He gave her a hand and lead her back to town, but he didn’t speak, it wasn’t until they stood at the forest’s edge, still hidden by a line of trees he asked, “How do you know my name?”

“Huh? Oh, well everyone knows your name, you’re the talk of the town.”

He scoffed, and she looked up at him, he had something else on his mind, so she waited patiently for him.

“May I ask-“

“Yes?”

“May I ask what your name is?”

She smiled, she turned to face him and offered him her hand, he took it, unsure, and she said, “Thank you for saving my life, my name is Ahiru.”