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  • faerunepromos
    21.09.2021 - 9 minutes ago

    Three hundred years ago the boundaries between our world and the F e y w i l d were destroyed. No one knows who was responsible, but when it happened everything changed. Humans and witches and vampires and werewolves all converged on the Seelie Court, all eager to rule. Their powers weakened, the Seelie King and Queen were unable to withstand the assault. They f e l l, and the bloodbath that ensued left very few alive.

    In the end, the combatants reached a c o m p r o m i s e. Fae, vampire, werewolf, witch, and human could live together in the ruins of the Seelie Court, taking advantage of the lingering magic there, with a representative of each species forming a council. They named this city: F a e r u n e.

    Now, 300 years past, there are traitors of the council who wish to see the descendants of the Seelie Court restored to the throne, while others prefer life as it is now and will do anything to protect it.

    Which side are you on?

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  • faerunepromos
    21.09.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Three hundred years ago the boundaries between our world and the F e y w i l d were destroyed. No one knows who was responsible, but when it happened everything changed. Humans and witches and vampires and werewolves all converged on the Seelie Court, all eager to rule. Their powers weakened, the Seelie King and Queen were unable to withstand the assault. They f e l l, and the bloodbath that ensued left very few alive.

    In the end, the combatants reached a c o m p r o m i s e. Fae, vampire, werewolf, witch, and human could live together in the ruins of the Seelie Court, taking advantage of the lingering magic there, with a representative of each species forming a council. They named this city: F a e r u n e.

    Now, 300 years past, there are traitors of the council who wish to see the descendants of the Seelie Court restored to the throne, while others prefer life as it is now and will do anything to protect it.

    Which side are you on?

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  • faerunepromos
    21.09.2021 - 3 hours ago

    Three hundred years ago the boundaries between our world and the F e y w i l d were destroyed. No one knows who was responsible, but when it happened everything changed. Humans and witches and vampires and werewolves all converged on the Seelie Court, all eager to rule. Their powers weakened, the Seelie King and Queen were unable to withstand the assault. They f e l l, and the bloodbath that ensued left very few alive.

    In the end, the combatants reached a c o m p r o m i s e. Fae, vampire, werewolf, witch, and human could live together in the ruins of the Seelie Court, taking advantage of the lingering magic there, with a representative of each species forming a council. They named this city: F a e r u n e.

    Now, 300 years past, there are traitors of the council who wish to see the descendants of the Seelie Court restored to the throne, while others prefer life as it is now and will do anything to protect it.

    Which side are you on?

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  • follyglass
    21.09.2021 - 3 hours ago

    Follyglass : Welcome

    In Cambridge, it is wise to walk your cat at sunset. At least that was what the welcome note said. But, since I was new to the city, any city, I was sort of scared to be out at all. And I didn’t have a cat.

    So it was a surprise when I found one waiting outside my door- complete with leash. The cat herself was as big as a horse and smelled like the autumn forest, rot sweet and oddly spiced. Since I had already had papers due, I didn’t want to go, not really, not even with an enchanted cat. The truth was that I’d always been more comfortable wedged into a corner of my home, anyway.

    But the cat chirped at me, and something in her big green moon eyes assured me I would be safe.

    Over the course of the night, the cat guided me lefthandwise. We moseyed the streets of north Cambridge, swung south to Mount Auburn cemetery, and finally along the edge of the river Charles, where she disappeared at sunrise among the poplar trees.

    Not once had we spoken, and I doubt I’ll ever spend time with the giant cat again. But something in my chest felt safe and golden, and that feeling stayed even when I had moved to the Back Bay. Sometimes, when the sun sets, I stand on the roof and look across the river and swear I see the cat peeking into the Cambridge houses, making sure everyone is safe, and looking for who hasn’t walked the boundary of Cambridge Massachusetts.

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  • teriyakitime
    21.09.2021 - 3 hours ago

    Getting the background in, gotta say I’m excited how much better I’m getting at it. . . . #art #365project #artist #instagramartist #procreate #sketch #drawing #illustration #wip #painting #backgroundart #background #littlredridinghood #fantasy #fairytale #trees #rain (at Denver, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUEibA5M_ON/?utm_medium=tumblr

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  • desperatearray
    21.09.2021 - 4 hours ago

    what im getting from alchemy stars, a theme which is likely entirely unintentional, is that communism actually works

    #if you ignore illuminas wildly unethical experiments theres like no poverty #housing is state provided and whatnot #northland is literally a fairytale commune utopia #meanwhile lumopolis is rife with inequality and umbraton is literally run by gangs #fathericraveviolencecore#alcstars chat
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  • demonsandmischief
    21.09.2021 - 5 hours ago

    Our Moment Pt 2

    Marvel - A Captain America Fairytale AU

    King! Steve Rogers x Female Reader

    Here's Part 1
    1.2K Words
    Here's my Masterlist.

    Our Moment Pt 2

    the beginning of the end - angst alert

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    The scent of books hit your nose and you grinned at the familiar comfort.

    "I take it you like this room," Steve smiled down at you.

    His smile was contagious, and you gave an eager nod. "I've never seen so many. The bookstore in town only has a small collection that I have already read through three times."

    "You are welcome to borrow whatever you'd like. This shelf here are my personal favorites. "

    "Really?" you asked shocked, a smile finding its way onto your lips. It was almost always there when Steve was around. "I've read most of these."

    "You have incredible taste."

    You and the king had been spending a lot of time together for the last few weeks. You were undeniable close, and that terrified you, even still, you absolutely adored Steve.

    You pulled gently on a book that caught your eye, tracing your finger over the cover.

    "Will you be coming to the ball in a few days?" He stepped closer. You could feel the heat of him on your back and you bit back a blush.

    "I don't-"

    "I would like you to be there."

    You turned around so you were facing him, and meeting his solemn blue eyes.

    "You would?" your voice is a gentle whisper, and Steve's features soften as his lips curl up once more. His thumb grazes your cheek hesitantly.

    "They're not much fun," he admits, keeping his voice as quiet as yours. "but they would be tolerable with you there."

    "I'll think about it," you said.

    He nodded, stepping back. "I'll wait for you under the gazebo in the courtyard just before midnight. I wish I could meet you earlier, but-"

    "It's okay, I understand," you reassured. He took your hand in his and you bit your lip to hide the giddy smile.

    ---

    "Mother, if I finish my chores may I please go to the ball with you?" you asked as you cleared the dinner dishes.

    The lanky woman with dark eyes and a polished face flashed you an assuming look. "Why would you ever want to go there? You know it's not a place for your kind."

    "I understand," you whispered, even though everything in you recoiled at her harshness. "But I have never been to one and I would just like to see what it's like. That's all."

    You swore she could see right through your sort-of lie. She sipped her tea. "I'll think about it. Continue along." She dismissed you.

    You didn't expect her to give in so easily and it left an uneasy feeling in your gut.

    The day of the ball, you were serving your step-mother and step-sister breakfast.

    "You can go, but you must find your own dress and your own ride. You must get everything on this list done first."

    You step-sister huffed, but you couldn't be more excited. You did your best to school your features as you took the folded piece of paper from her fingers.

    "Thank you," you said, only to find out there was double the amount of chores as usual. There was no way you were going to finish before midnight. You didn't even have a dress.

    Yet, you still did your best to remain optimistic and got started right away.

    It was nearly ten at night when you finished, and an idea struck you about a dress. You yanked an old, dusty trunk from under your bed. It was the only box of things you had of your mother's.

    You had kept her favorite dress tucked and wrapped protectively away. It wasn't nearly as fancy as some of the newer ball gowns, but it was perfect to you.

    The soft baby blue bodice hung to your body before splaying out into a silky skirt. It felt like a dream, and luckily hid your tattered shoes.

    You saddled up Peaches, and sped down the trail.

    The large luminous clocktower in the distance was your only sense of time. The minute hand seemed to be moving faster then you could keep up with as you caught glimmers of it through the trees.

    The loud croaks of midnight came just after you landed in the courtyard. You could hear the noise from the ballroom above, but the garden felt miles away as you focused in on the tall man with his back turned to you. He appeared lost in thought.

    "Hello," you greeted gently, hoping he heard you approach. His body language unnerved you. "I know I am late-"

    "I knew it was too good to be true. It was a set up all along," he said, his back still facing you.

    "What are you talking about?" you asked, feeling your heart pick up speed.

    He finally turned to face you, his blue eyes steely and unreadable. They gleamed from the glow of the party. "You don't have to keep up the charade. I know."

    "You know what, Steve?"

    "Don't call me that," his voice remained even, but you felt the bite to it as you took a trembling step back. "Your mother told me of your plan." He ran a hand through his hair, an aggravated sigh escaping his lips.

    ---

    The presumptuous looking lady blocked Steve's sight of the door he was watching. He couldn't wait to see you tonight. He hoped you would show.

    "Your highness," she greeted with an exaggerated curtsey. "I have something you would like to know."

    "Alright," he answered, dismissing the men he was half listening to and shifting his full focus to her. "Please continue."

    "My daughter had been sneaking out, and as a worried mother, I had to check in on her. She's never opened up to me, so I went to her diary. As it turns out, y/n has been meeting up with you."

    He straightened. "You're her mother?" You didn't seem to have anything in common with this woman, certainly not looks. You were beautiful and natural and-. He shook his head.

    She gave a fake charming laugh, "Don't act so surprised, My King." She dropped her smile to something that could only be seen as pitiful. "I hate to be the one to tell you this, but it's better to hear it from me. In her diary, she writes about how boring you are, and how much she dreads hanging out with you. She's only doing it for the crown."

    Steve didn't want to believe her, but it was his worst fear coming into light. He felt his heart sink into his stomach.

    "Thank you for telling me," he said, turning away and missing the lady's evil, satisfied smirk.

    Why else would anyone hang out with him? Should it really bother him that everyone was the same?

    You though, he had expected different.

    ---

    "Why would your mother lie?" he asked you. He couldn't deny the miserable feeling in his gut from your hurt expression.

    "She's not my mother. She's my step-mom."

    "She found your diary," he pressed.

    "I don't even have a diary," you whispered exasperated, smearing a fallen tear with your palm.

    The silence was tangible.

    "Why would you believe her over me?" The tears continue to fall and you decided to let them.

    Steve extended his arm, but you stepped back, feeling the heartbreak close your throat. You struggled to swallow the lump.

    You liked him a lot, maybe even loved him. You had spent an unbelievable amount of time together for how busy the both of you were, and maybe you should have clued him in on your home life. You just didn't want to be pitied.

    Maybe this was for the better. You were world's apart, and you weren't ready to be something you weren't.

    He called your name, but you were already walking away.

    ----

    AN:

    This was only supposed to be two parts but it got too long 🙈 a third is on its way. Hopefully it won't take me as long to get published.

    If you want tagged in part 3, please comment on the FIRST PART. helps me keep track better.

    Taglist:@lharrietg @eralen @animegirlgeeky @trudy-shams @liecastillo

    Thank you for reading and comment and reblogging. I see every single one. It makes my day ❤️❤️❤️

    #marvel#marvel imagine #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers angst #steve rogers #steve rogers x you #fairytale au #captain america au #captain america imagine #Chris Evans
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  • smudgethistledraws
    21.09.2021 - 5 hours ago

    “New Moon”

    The cycle starts again. 🖤

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    A reprise of “Magic Moon Week”.

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  • megsironthrone
    21.09.2021 - 5 hours ago

    Meg's Game of Tales: Tale 14

    *Familiar Characters are NOT mine! The original story of "Fowler's Fowl" was written by The Brothers Grimm."

    Warnings: Fowler's Fowl AU, violence, blood, death, angst?? No real happiness here folks. Also another unintentional non-reader insert.*

    Character: Margaery Tyrell

    Margaery sat in the parlor, listening to her father and grandmother talking. She couldn't deny that she was bored. When she had conversations with her grandmother, just the two of them, Margaery felt she had someone to talk to that matched her intelligence. Otherwise, the young woman simply remained quiet unless something needed to be said. She didn't know that her boredom would soon be relieved in the most interesting and…dangerous way.

    When the knock echoed through the manor, Margaery made her way to the window. Standing outside was an older man carrying a large basket on his back, presumably with all the food and clothing generous people gave him. Margaery watched as one of the maids handed him a loaf of bread. As soon as the maid's fingers brushed against the old man's, a glazed look came over her. Margaery's brows furrowed as the maid climbed in the basket and the man turned away, heading back up the road.

    "Father," Margaery started, but stopped when she realized her father wasn't listening to her and her grandmother had chosen that time to leave the room. Margaery sighed, but decided not to say anything. The maid had left of her own will it seemed. So, Margaery went back to her business.

    Two days later, there was another knock at the door. Margaery didn't see who it was, but another maid was soon discovered missing. When Margaery questioned the other household servants, they told her an old man came to the door and the maid must have left with him. It was then that Margaery began to formulate a plan.

    Margaery was a brilliant young woman, everyone in the manor knew it. And when she set her mind on something, she NEVER gave up until she succeeded. So when her curiosity and suspicion was piqued, Margaery knew she had to figure out what had happened to those maids. She quickly formed a plan because in her heart she just knew that the old man would be returning.

    Sure enough, after the passing of another two days, there was another knock at the door. Margaery practically ran to the door, stopping the maid from answering it. Margaery took the food from the maid and opened the door herself. "Good morning," she greeted with a smile. The old man looked surprised, but smiled in return. "Good morning. Perhaps you have a bit of food to spare an old beggar?" Margaery handed in a basket of apples, his fingers brushing hers just a little bit.

    Suddenly, Margaery felt light-headed, like everything around her was fuzzy. Everything except the old man. Only now, when she looked at him, she didn't see an old man. She saw a handsome young man. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes that drew Margaery in. His voice sounded muffled, like Margaery was underwater. "Would you like to come with me?" Without even realizing it, Margaery nodded. The person…probably a mage, smiled. "Good. Climb in my basket, why don't you?" Margaery's feet moved with a mind of their own as she climbed in the basket.

    The fog didn't lift as Margaery rode in the basket. It didn't lift as the mage stopped and set the basket down. Margaery climbed out and realized she was in a castle. She turned to her captor and they smiled. "I have to return to town for real food and you have free reign of the castle. Explore. Get to know the place. While I'm gone, I'd like for you to take care of this egg. Here are the keys. You are welcome to explore any room except that one." He pointed to a door and Margaery nodded.

    As soon as he was out of sight, Margaery's fog began to lift a little allowing her to think clearly. She hid the egg in a safe place, knowing that getting it dirty or dropping it was some kind of test she could not fail. As soon as she'd done that, she headed for the forbidden room.

    Margaery nearly screamed as she opened the door. Blood. Blood everywhere. A huge vat of it sat in the middle of the room. Floating inside, she could make out the heads and bodies of her two maids. She could almost feel the magic radiating through the room and knew she had to get started quickly. After getting another dress to protect her clothing, she fished the maids out of the blood and, just like she thought, the leftover magic in the room caused her maids bodies to return to normal and life to enter them once more.

    The two maids began thanking her profusely, explaining that they had dropped the egg in the blood and he'd killed them. "Never you mind. I'm going to find a way to get you out of here. I just need you to trust me and stay here a little while longer." They nodded and Margaery left the room again to clean herself up and wait for the mage to return.

    When he did return, the mage asked for the egg. Margaery produced it from the pocket of her dress. He inspected it and smiled when he saw no imperfections on the shell. "Very good. You have passed the test. You are the first to do so and so I shall make you my bride. Margaery fought the urge to vomit at the thought of being married to this man. Still, as soon as he'd said it, Margaery could feel the fog lifting completely from her brain and she realized she had a way to get her maids out.

    "Very well, but before we wed, I need you to return to my father's house with a basket full of gold and bring him back here. He must attend the wedding. You must not stop. I will be watching from my window in the tower. If you stop, I will not marry you." The mage considered for a moment before nodding. Margaery smiled as he left her to her own devices while he rested for the journey ahead.

    While the mage slept, Margaery set her plan in motion. She had her maids climb into the basket, then covered them with gold. She made certain there was enough air coming through the holes in the basket that they could breathe. Then, she found a skull in the bloody room, decorated it with jewels, and placed it the tower. After the mage left, she would put it in the window so he would see it and think it was her. She also took time to sew some leaves and things on a dress she'd found. She didn't want to ask where it'd came from.

    When the mage left a few hours later, she reminded him not to stop for anything. With difficulty, he hoisted the basket onto his bag and started out. Margaery let him get a little bit away before she placed the skull in the window, changed into the leaf covered dress, and snuck out after him. She followed behind, hidden by shadows.

    Whenever the mage would stop, the maids would begin crying out from inside the basket for him to get moving again. Each time, he would force himself to move again. All the while, Margaery followed, her dress helping her blend into her surroundings so he would not see her.

    By the time they all reached the manor, the mage was exhausted. He was too weak to move. He fell to his knees on the ground outside the manor. The two maids took the opportunity to burst from the basket. They ran into the manor, crying for Margaery's father and brothers. Margaery snuck in through the kitchens and explained everything.

    The mage was still on the ground outside the manor when Margaery's father came barreling out of the house as quickly as he could. He wasted no time beheading the vile man. "His tower should be burned as well, Father! So that no other may attempt his foul tricks," Margaery said. Mace agreed and ordered Loras to follow him.

    As Margaery stared down at the lifeless body of the mage. She smiled to herself. She had outwitted him. No one else would ever underestimate her. For she, Margaery Tyrell, had rid the world of cruel, foul man with just her wits. She was one of the most powerful women in the world and she had proven it. One day, she would rise above them all and rule the world.

    (*- the only place I could have put the reader was in the place of the mage and I couldn't write you guys like that. Anyway, we've only got more Tales!)

    #meg's game of tales #game of thrones #fairytale au #fowler's fowl au #margaery tyrell #margaery tyrell x reader #margaery x reader
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  • faerunepromos
    21.09.2021 - 6 hours ago

    Three hundred years ago the boundaries between our world and the F e y w i l d were destroyed. No one knows who was responsible, but when it happened everything changed. Humans and witches and vampires and werewolves all converged on the Seelie Court, all eager to rule. Their powers weakened, the Seelie King and Queen were unable to withstand the assault. They f e l l, and the bloodbath that ensued left very few alive.

    In the end, the combatants reached a c o m p r o m i s e. Fae, vampire, werewolf, witch, and human could live together in the ruins of the Seelie Court, taking advantage of the lingering magic there, with a representative of each species forming a council. They named this city: F a e r u n e.

    Now, 300 years past, there are traitors of the council who wish to see the descendants of the Seelie Court restored to the throne, while others prefer life as it is now and will do anything to protect it.

    Which side are you on?

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  • aheroslegacy
    21.09.2021 - 6 hours ago
    #unfortunately the real world isn't the same as a fairytale || blake belladonna #you are the sun; you heal you burn || yang xiao long #you are my sunshine || bumbleby
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  • smudgethistledraws
    21.09.2021 - 7 hours ago

    “Delicate”

    Our wings are delicate, as are the orbits of our thoughts. 🖤

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    A reprise of “Magic Moon Week”.

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  • katherinebolan
    21.09.2021 - 7 hours ago

    I think fall might be my favorite season. I love the weather and the changing leaves. What is your favorite season? . . #katherinebolan #fairytales #fallcolors #fall #autumnart #fallart #fallseason #forest #forestmagic #fantasyforest #dryad #forestnymph #forestnymphs #fantasyartwork #fantasyillustration #fantasyillustrator #fantasyillustrations #forestillustration #fallillustration #fantasyworld #characterillustration #characterillustrations #characterart #characterartwork #forestguardian #fantasticalart #oc #myart #autumn #instaartsy https://www.instagram.com/p/CUEK0yGrl0a/?utm_medium=tumblr

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  • faerunepromos
    21.09.2021 - 7 hours ago

    Three hundred years ago the boundaries between our world and the F e y w i l d were destroyed. No one knows who was responsible, but when it happened everything changed. Humans and witches and vampires and werewolves all converged on the Seelie Court, all eager to rule. Their powers weakened, the Seelie King and Queen were unable to withstand the assault. They f e l l, and the bloodbath that ensued left very few alive.

    In the end, the combatants reached a c o m p r o m i s e. Fae, vampire, werewolf, witch, and human could live together in the ruins of the Seelie Court, taking advantage of the lingering magic there, with a representative of each species forming a council. They named this city: F a e r u n e.

    Now, 300 years past, there are traitors of the council who wish to see the descendants of the Seelie Court restored to the throne, while others prefer life as it is now and will do anything to protect it.

    Which side are you on?

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  • nocturnenebula
    21.09.2021 - 8 hours ago

    Fairytale AU "posters" of an AU between friends Toria and @puzzler00m

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  • faerunepromos
    20.09.2021 - 9 hours ago

    Three hundred years ago the boundaries between our world and the F e y w i l d were destroyed. No one knows who was responsible, but when it happened everything changed. Humans and witches and vampires and werewolves all converged on the Seelie Court, all eager to rule. Their powers weakened, the Seelie King and Queen were unable to withstand the assault. They f e l l, and the bloodbath that ensued left very few alive.

    In the end, the combatants reached a c o m p r o m i s e. Fae, vampire, werewolf, witch, and human could live together in the ruins of the Seelie Court, taking advantage of the lingering magic there, with a representative of each species forming a council. They named this city: F a e r u n e.

    Now, 300 years past, there are traitors of the council who wish to see the descendants of the Seelie Court restored to the throne, while others prefer life as it is now and will do anything to protect it.

    Which side are you on?

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  • no-mercy-bby
    20.09.2021 - 9 hours ago
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