#fable fortune

[sterlinggalaxy13]

#Reaver #Fable Fortune

[piraticoctopus]

You know what while we’re on the bug fables leif spoilers train

That part in the beehive when they’re like “there’s something weird inside leif” my immediate series of thoughts were

1: oh no, parasites

2:

3: technically if we’re talking parasitism done by insects it could be both at once

#edit: HOW DID I FORGET THE ‘LEIF IS ALWAYS HUNGRY’ GAG #THAT WAS A VITAL PART OF THE ‘OH NO’ #it was fairly quickly made clear that i was (fortunately) wrong #kind of? i don’t know what you’d call the situation in-game tbh #much more obvious answer in retrospect #caterpillars are notorious hosts for parasitoids so like #to be a bug would be a terrifying existence #of which they themselves are likely unaware #you just feel like shit and then one day you explode #anyways now I’m just saying shit #edit2: actually i think this would qualify as hyperparasitism #albeit a very unusual case #bug fables #OP #bug fables spoilers #bug fables leif #bf leif #bugs

[thatwasntlikeridingabikeuasshole]

AHEM! STARLESS SEA FANS!

I HAVE AN INVITATION FOR YOU!!!!! please keep reading, god, if you love the starless sea enough that you're even seeing this we want YOU!!!! are you a long time starless sea fan who has never found anyone else who wants to talk about this book as much as you do? have you always wanted to write/see starless sea fanfic or fanart but didnt think there was a fandom? or have you just finished the starless sea like twenty minutes ago and have been scouring tumblr for anything you can find? WELL I'VE GOT THE PLACE FOR YOU!

WE HAVE A STARLESS SEA DISCORD SERVER!

LINK

reasons why you should join and why this server is the best:

we are all literally just obsessed with the starless sea

and the characters

we draw fanart and write fanfic and even have events with prompts to inspire you to do the same

we have a super cool minecraft server with the inn at the edge of the world and a cherry blossom forest around it with honey and candles and shit

we do storytime where we read to each other in vc from tss, fanfic, or other books and it happens all the time and its really lovely and soothing and fun

we have movie nights and movie afternoons and random impromptu movies but theres a movie every weekend

we have endless headcanons

and a whole channel dedicated to dorian hurt/comfort

i co-run it with @boogleboot who is just the coolest and if you havent met her youre missing out

and theres a bunch of other cool people there too who i love so much

we have a limericks only chat (for which i blame mod boogle its so fun you have to talk only in limericks there)

YOU LIKE THE STARLESS SEA. WE LIKE THE STARLESS SEA. COME JOIN

go click that link girl (gendy neuch). we're so excited to have you. see you in the harbour!!!!!

#the starless sea #tss #zachary ezra rawlins #dorian tss #dorian fateheart rawlins #zachary ezra fateheart rawlins #dorian rawlins #mirabel tss #mirabel cavallo #mirabel x the keeper #time x fate #simon x eleanor #fortunes and fables #sweet sorrows #the ballad of simon and eleanor #bee key sword #crown heart feather #fateheart #leander fateheart #katrina hawkins #kat hawkins #kat tss #madame love rawlins #momma rawlins #im tagging desperately i should stop lol

[lotro-tooltips-daily]

#lotro #quest nodes #the shield isles #treasure chest #what could be inside? #the fabled fortune #try to open the treasure chest

[donein30minutes]

“Bug”ust Challenge Day 24 (Bug Wizard Wednesday): Of Charms and Fortunes 8.24.22

Done in 32 minutes

#original work #fan art #Bug Fables #Charmy #Fortune Teller #crystal berry #Di30Mins #Bugust #Daily Drawing Challenge #digital art #digital drawing #Wizard Wednesday

[andothegoblin]

Some more fun reads!

#becky chambers #monk and robot #a psalm for the wild built #a prayer for the crown shy #thornhedge #t kingfisher #to be taught if fortunate #fractured fables #alix e. harrow #a spindle splintered #a mirror mended #babel #rf kuang #shelley parker chan #she who became the sun #he who drowned the world

[cipheramnesia]

Hello, can you read my fortune?

The spiders say how in many years long past, before the trees joined Earth and Sky, before mankind or the first age of magic, that no other animal had art or flight but the spiders.

They would paint pictures across the tall grass and between their narrow fingers. When they needed to find their way in the still-young earth they would spin strands of light to carry them through the sky. All other creatures which walked or crawled would look up to see the chariot the sun crossed with lines of gold in the day, and the finest cracks of silver during the dark, for this was before the Lady Night.

And thus the world was young and beautiful, but as always imperfect. As we all know, the Earth loves the Sky like the Dawn loves the Night, but in those days long past there was nothing between them. The Earth longed to speak with the Sky, but they were too far separated to speak, and spun both near and apart. The Earth whispered many words to the spiders, and for their part the spiders spun those words into beautiful works of art. And the Sky whispered words where the spiders glided through, which they turned into golden and silver patters above the Earth.

Still, they hoped to be closer to speak more, and to this end the Earth created the first bird. The creature was smart and lived off anything which grew on the earth or crawled there, but like all the Earth's creations it was bound to it. Only the spiders, not of Earth or Sky, could move between. The Earth showed the new creation to the spiders, and how anything the Earth spoke could be repeated exactly, and the Earth begged them to help the bird move between Earth and Sky.

And so the kind spiders wove strand after strand across the bird, in every color and refracting all of the light from the chariot the sun, until the bird itself was its own work of art, with glittering feathers that could carry it to the Sky with words of Earth and back again. It is said of this bird that all other birds still have the original woven art in every color of the world in their feathers, and that in all the songs of all the birds are all the love letters between Earth and Sky.

But that is another story for birds and not spiders. This is how spiders first wove the wings of birds, and it as true today as it was told to me yesterday and the day before.

#fortunes #fables #fairy tales #cipheramnesia #briar city

[katruna]

#lrh theatre presents #a fortunately found fair game fable #pts for life #Youtube

[madmilez]

Kicking rocks

It almost feels like fate

like it's my destiny

from the hands of men

I run constantly

when I try to do the thing

I'm told is what's right

my feet are compelled to flee

carry me into the night

moonlight is my lighthouse

darkness my safe abode

it's only in the witching hour

I feel like I am home

I am not like any others

an alien upon this rock

be weary not to blink an eye

cause in that moment I'll be gone

#poem #poetry #tragic comedy #life #art #words #write #god #writtenword #live #happiness #fortune #wisdom #tiger #insane #brain #story #talk #tale #fable

[kelogsloops]

‘Of the Heavens’ — watercolor & mixed media on paper

This my first painting I created for my recent exhibition, ‘Fables’. I’ve always had a fascination for folktales around the world. These stories have always sparked wonder in my imagination as a kid, so I wanted to create my own personal interpretation of a few fabled creatures with respect to the traditions, symbology and legends where they come from. The first that came to mind was that of the Dragon, a creature prevalent throughout a lot of East Asian cultures and often symbolic of power, fortune and the divine. So, here’s my interpretation of the Dragon, blessed with auspicious jade eyes & claws 😄 #brbchasingdreams

prints | tutorials

#brbchasingdreams #art #illustration #drawing #painting #artists on tumblr #watercolor #traditional art #sketch #artist #asian art #dragon #dragon art #fantasy #surreal #art style #my art

[bitter1stuff]

Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable

TODAY'S ENTRY: Tennis-Ball of Fortune

#Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable #Tennis-Ball of Fortune #pertinax

[obsessivevoidkitten]

In The Minotaur's Maze

Male Minotaur Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Violently painful noncon, mild bleeding from sex, size difference, belly bulge from massively huge dick, mild mention of musk, stalking, kidnapping, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 980 (Tried to make a drabble, failed again with a mini-fic instead. Oops. This is one of my very few works, so far, that is technically fanfiction as Asterion is the canon name of the Minotaur in Greek mythology.)

You were a talented explorer seeking ancient relics for fame and fortune.

You used a combination of minor magic to speak to the dead and serious investigation to discern the location of the fabled Minotaur labyrinth.

It was deep within an enchanted cave system that in many ways served as an extension of the maze hidden away within.

You carefully navigated the treacherous caves until you came upon the secret entrance. You placed your hand in the middle of a smooth wall and uttered the magic incantation.

The wall dissolved in a flash of light, and you stepped through the entrance as the stone reformed behind you. This was it. You were in the maze proper. What secrets lie ahead?

Of course, you knew the legends of Asterion the Minotaur, but he had been slain in them. And nothing could live so long anyway, especially without food.

You navigated the stone corridors easily. Despite their age, they still looked brand new. As you continued on, you occasionally heard what sounded like hooves plodding along behind you.

You pushed it from your mind. Your imagination was playing tricks.

As you stepped around a corner, you came to a wooden door and opened it. When you stepped through, gone were the twisting stone paths filled with the scent of earth.

Instead, there was an ancient style dwelling overlooking some farmland growing a variety of trees, bushes, and vines.

The door you had come through was still behind you, you closed it and from this side it looked like a door to a shed. So the labyrinth had pocket dimensions… You had heard about them in passing. You wondered how large it was. The realm may look like an idyllic farm on earth, but if you went far enough away, you'd surely hit an invisible wall.

Perhaps the door to the house would lead further into the dungeon.

As you got closer, you realized how large it was. When you pushed the big door open, it actually was a house. Albeit with furniture that was made for someone very large.

Suddenly, you felt a hot breath at your neck. You turned to find the very large, naked Minotaur staring down at you. He was a hairy wall of muscle. One with the head of a bull, complete with metal tipped horns. His legs were covered in dark fur and ended in large hooves, and his full nutsack dangled beneath a frighteningly large prick.

Before you could react, the Minotaur grabbed you and pulled off all your clothing.

You had no idea how Asterion could have survived all this time. He had been killed!

But apparently, he hadn't gotten the memo.

In the past, he had consumed most humans that wandered into his labyrinthine prison, but you were bravely entering his home, his nest.

You weren't cowering like the old sacrifices. Well, you weren't before he grabbed you anyway.

That, combined with him being in rut and driven insane by thousands of years of isolation, made him not consider you as a meal for even a moment. You were firmly in the mate category in his brain.

So small and cute.

You writhed and fought to get out of his grasp but he ignored your greatest efforts as if they were nothing.

Asterion licked at your face as you pleaded with him to let you go.

He couldn't understand your language but he could guess at their meaning.

But he had no intention of ever letting this new mate of his go.

He tossed you down on the bed and you now saw what he intended to do.

His hard cock now at full arousal, as large and thick as a man's arm.

"No no no! Pleasepleasenono!!!" Your words blended together in a garbled panic as his musk hit your nose, sharp and dominating.

The only preparation your entrance received was a few gobs of slimy Minotaur saliva before he slammed inside you.

You shrieked.

It felt as though your entrance was on fire. As if it was being ripped apart.

With every thrust you shuddered in pain and sobbed. Nearly incoherent cries for mercy dribbled from your lips and fell on deaf ears.

You felt so warm and tight around him. This was just what he needed. Surely you had been sent to Asterion in his time of need by the gods. They finally, after eons, granted him mercy in the form of your insides.

So pliant to his girthy cock. Every time he dove back into you the outline could be seen in your stomach.

Tears streamed down your face as you silently wept, no longer able to scream or even babble your silly little pleas for it to stop.

Asterion wished he could tell you how well you were doing. That you were such a good cow for him. That you fit his cock so perfectly.

But he couldn't, so instead settled for licking and nibbling at your neck before wiping your tears away with his broad tongue.

With a final thrust he filled your belly visibly cum.

When he pulled out a torrent of his seed rushed down your thighs, it had noticeable streaks of pink from bleeding. You were such a fragile little thing compared to him.

He hadn't been able to hold back since that was the first time he had ever sought release inside of someone before, but he made note to be more careful.

Even though the breeding had stopped you were helpless. Broken. At least for the moment. You still cried silently, feeling utterly invaded and defiled.

Asterion took the time to lick you completely clean before laying down beside you and holding you close, spooning you with his mighty arm as you shook beneath it.

You came here to explore the deepest reaches of the maze... but had your deepest reaches explored instead...

#yandere teratophilia #yandere terato #monster boyfriend #yandere x reader #gender neutral reader #yandere monster #male yandere x gn reader #Yandere Minotaur #Minotaur x Reader #Yandere Greek Mythology #Yandere Asterion the Minotaur #Asterion the Minotaur x Reader #yandere fanfiction

[reggieslocket]

i swear mfs in hannibal be speaking in riddles all the time for the simplest things, like even "can you please pass the bottle of wine?" becomes the greatest quandary in human history 😭

hannibal: nourishment and satisfaction await the lips fortunate enough to taste the fabled crimson liquid often associated to godly blood

jack: wtf man

will: oh he just wants the wine

#hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannigram #nbc hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannibal x will #will x hannibal #hannibal fandom #hannibal memes #murder husbands #jack crawford #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #hannigram memes

[nicasbookblr]

Blog #1 | June Hopefuls | June 2022

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#audiobook #Indian horse #june hopefuls #june tbr #kindle #Monthly TBR #net galley #paradise girls #Richard Wagamese #safe from the pain #Taylor jenkins Reid #the fabled chronicles #the kimono tattoo #the seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo #through titans trail #to be read #under fortunate stars

[kairiscorner]

˗ˏˋ ✮ kairi's AUtober !

day 1: your husband: miguel o'hara.

"mmm... mi amor, don't go..."

his gravelly voice begged of you as his sculpted, tan arms wrapped themselves around your waist. he buried his sharp nose in your hair as he took in the delicious scent of his spouse, the love of his life that he was so fortunate to have for... forever now. he kissed down your neck as he held you closer, pulling you towards his massive body and caging you in his tight, loving grasp. "mi vida... it's sábado, don't leave me alone in this big bed..." he murmured to you as he sneaked his hands under your top and roamed his palm all over your smaller, plush body.

from the moment he got to know you, the moment you flashed him your signature, beautiful smile and looked up at him in the eyes with so much friendliness and openness in those eyes of yours... he felt himself fall into the insanity and the calmness of loving yo; whether he realized it or not at the time he was yours the minute he felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of you.

miguel made it a point that he loved you, that he loved you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes; he loved you for your heart, your mind, your body, and just all of you. you make your husband go crazy with the smallest of things you do, and it's even better when you're oblivious to him being absolutely smitten with you. he had never thought he'd be the type to settle down and devote the rest of his life living quietly with someone as spectacular and worth loving, that someone being you.

he'd whimper silently into your ear when he's craving you and your love, when he's desperate and needs to be held and loved by you, the most perfect person to ever exist. he's a stern man who takes his responsibilities seriously, but he does lose his composure and all his restraint when you're out here being so lovable to him. "please don't go... i'll be lonely... the bed's so cold without you... you know i hate the cold..." he whines as you sigh and turn over on your side to face your husband. "it's cleaning day, miggy, i have to get up early."

miguel gave a long sigh and pulled you even closer to him with one hand. he kissed your forehead and grumbled. "i don't give a crap if it is, it's a rest day, mi vida; you need a rest from being away from me... i'm your husband for goodness' sake, and i'm tired of not being with you, so... por favor, mi amor? just a few more minutes in bed with me...?" he begged you like a child, pouting out his lower lip to try and make you feel sorry for him, but it instead made you giggle.

he chuckled lowly at your contagious giggling and brought his face closer to yours. "that's right, oh, i love it when you laugh... makes me forget all the shit i've had to deal with earlier this week." he mumbles as he pecks your lips gently and brings his hands up to either sides of your face, holding you close as he kisses you. "my precious spouse... i never wanna live another morning without you here." he mutters as he smiles at you, brushing away a stray lock of your hair and chuckles again, relishing the passing minutes with you close to him and in his hands, thanking his lucky stars that you became his one and only, and swears to you every day in his own ways that he will make you the happiest with him; for he's your husband, and he will always, always devote himself to you and love you unconditionally.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara imagines #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 fanfiction #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv imagines #atsv fanfiction #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse fanfiction #˗ˏˋ ✮ kairi's AUtober ! #*･゜ﾟ(^o^)↝ kairi writes

[youryurigoddess]

“The farthing… has vanished”

Remember that line from the Nazi Zombie Flesheaters minisode? Sick and twisted. And we need to talk about the reason why, even though the magic trick in question is nowhere near as spectacular as the Bullet Catch. Let’s start with a quick recap:

The farthing was a British coin worth one quarter of a penny, discontinued in 1961 due to its plummeting worth. The reverse featured the image of a wren, one of Britain’s smallest songbirds with plumage in rather drab shades of beige and brown. Reminding you of someone?

A popular design of a sixpence, the bigger coin in this set, minted in the 1920s and 30s depicted oak branches with acorns. Which means that seen from close quarters, so basically Crowley’s perspective, Aziraphale’s vanishing coin trick leaves empty branches with no bird in sight.

As if that image wasn’t traumatizing enough for almost everyone in the Good Omens fandom post S02E06, the etymology of wren’s name in most European languages refers to royalty in some way. Like a literal king or otherwise supreme bird. That’s why killing a wren or harassing its nest is traditionally associated with bad luck. In certain parts of France it’s still believed that the robbing of a wren’s nest will render the culprit liable to be struck by lightning.

In Irish the wren is called a trickster, which connects to the ancient (as in: mentioned by Aristotle, Aesop, and Pliny) fable on how wren became crowned in the first place — by proving that intellect beats strength:

On one occasion a general assembly of birds resolved to chose for their king that bird which could mount highest into the air. This the eagle apparently did, and all were ready to accept his rule when a loud burst of song was heard, and perched upon the eagle’s back was seen an exultant wren that, a stowaway under its wing, had been carried aloft by the kingly candidate. The trickiness angered the eagle so much, says one tradition, that he struck the wren with his wing, which, since then, has been able to fly no higher than a hawthorn-bush. (Ernest Ingersoll)

In art and folklore this little bird symbolizes rebirth, immortality, protection, and the promise of spring. As a luckbringer it was supposedly present at the stable in Bethlehem when Christ was born; and and Irish proverb runs: “The robin and the wren are God’s two holy men.”

But there’s also a catch. According to legends, it was the flapping of the wings or the song of the wren that betrayed the first Christian martyr, Saint Stephen, while hiding from the mob, and led to his stoning by the Sanhedrin — the highest tribunal consisting of the Head Priest and the Jewish elders.

That’s why December 26, his remembrance day, is celebrated in the UK and Ireland as Wren Day. Its highlight was a traditional bird hunt, where the wren as king of the birds was hunted and subsequently paraded through the town and rural areas on top of a pole or holly branch, decorated with ribbons and colored paper, as a substitute of the ancient human sacrifice of the Year King for winter solstice. The wren boys still travel from door to door singing, dancing, and playing music, demanding money to “bury the wren”, but fortunately no more animals are harmed in the process.

With Aziraphale being chosen as the new Supreme Archangel and literally disappearing from the face of the earth in the season finale, his becoming a scapegoat or a sacrifice to a greater, communal goal might be a real possibility when something goes wrong with the Second Coming. The good news is that this level of danger should be enough to get the Ineffable Husbands back on speaking terms.

#Yuri is doing her thing #Good Omens #Good Omens meta #Good Omens 2 #GO2 #GO2 meta #Aziraphale #Supreme Archangel Aziraphale #ineffable husbands #1941 minisode #1941 flashback #Fell the Marvellous #magic trick #the farthing has vanished #no nightingales