they live together in their lil house

I love them

me, trying to take a nap: warrior cats au where they are wolves and rusty is a shiba

smudge is a french bulldog (im right)

Adding onto that, Scourge is a chihuahua

There are no arguments against it

society if we got an ever after high reboot a la gen three monster high where characters were allowed to be openly queer and neurodivergent

Discovering my characters backstory by listening to music

making up characters is so fun because you can be like “this is johnson he came from my mind” and all your friends will go “yippe!!! horray!!! we love johnson!!!”

why do they let the worlds most boring people direct movies

It was not enough i need to rage more

Having OCs is the best because all my headcanons for them are confirmed

I know I made this post but #mood

I CANT PUT THE OTHER IMAGES😭😭

Look at the reblogs to see the kalim, azul, deuce, and jade version<3

For the folklore side of tumblr...

Folklore and fairy tales ask game!

1. Did you grow up with any fun folk beliefs/customs/superstitions?

2. What is one of your favourite romantic fairy tales?

3. What is one of your favourite non-romantic fairy tales?

4. Did you grow up hearing or reading folktales?

5. Did you have a favourite folktale as a kid?

6. Do you have a favourite book with folklore or folk/fairy tales?

7. What is one of your favourite folkloric creatures?

8. Is there a specific fairy tale you dislike?

9. Is there a particular culture's folklore you know most about?

10. Is there a particular culture's folklore you'd like to know more about?

11. Have a bit of folklore trivia you'd like to share?

12. Do you have any media about folklore to rec?

13. Do you have a folklore rant you're holding in? (Let It Out)

14. If you could change something about a specific fairy tale what would it be?

15. Got any burning folklore questions?

16. What's a folktale you used to love but grew out of?

17. Do you prefer fairy tales, fables, legends or myths?

18. Do you care about the distinction between literary fairy tales and folk fairy tales?

19. If you could own any object from folklore what would it be?

20. If you met a talking animal would you prefer it to be an enchanted human, a disguised spirit, or simply a gifted animal?

21. For the multi-linguals: do you like the term 'fairy tales' or do you prefer what they are called in your other language(s)?

Saving to answer these later

TIME TO FINALLY ANSWER THESE

1-

Oh yes i did!

First of i believed in fairies since i was little kid. And a lot of fun little beliefes came with that

Then we get to superstition , i dont know it this one is a brazilian thing or if we have in another countries but basically it is : If you leave your shoes turned upside down on the floor your mom is gonna fucking die , so yeah NEVER leave the shoes upside down .

2-

" The Frog King or Iron Henry " Not for being a "romantic tale" but because it is hillarious , i pick it up whenever i need to cheer up a bit

3-

Besides from the story i already mentioned, im big on picking favorites

4-

Yes! I remenber owning little fairytale puzzle books when i was very very little, i had multiple fairytale books growing up ( i still own one of the ones i had when i was 8 )

I also grew up on greek myths and my own country folklore, some of it scared me when i was little but oh boy do i love brazilian folklore and i am gratefull that the school i went to loved to teach us about it

5-

I cant remenber very well actually picking a favourite?? Little red ridding i guess

6-

My sister gave me a pocket editton book, its a really beautiful one with stories by multiple authors and very pretty old illustrations , its perfect because it is a pocket edittion, i carry it almost everywhere i go, thanks sis!!

7-

WEREWOLVES !!!!!! I could talk about them for hours

8-

" The Red Shoes " is the first one that comes to mind , it feells very bad natured with all the religious stuff in it-

Second of is " Sun , Moon and Thalia " ... Do i even have to explain the disconfort?? I kinda forced myself to read it knowing - that - part would come . It makes me feel sick

9-

I'm actually not sure?? I think my own though

10-

Once again i am gonna say my own. Brazil is a very big country with a very rich and wide culture, even if this is the country i was born and grew up in it feels like theres always more to learn

11-

BRAZILIAN WEREWOLVES ARE NOT WOLVES

Yes, you read that right, no not even maned wolves! Even a lot of brazilian people dont know about it. We do have wolves here so the werewolf folklore that came from europe shifted with it.

You see lobisomens as we call them ( this word still translates to werewolf, even if there's no wolf involved ) , will roll thenselves on the ground at a crossroad and with that take the form of the animals that walked on said crossroad.

So we have the most common one, dogs with gigantic ears that go down to the floor and clap behind them when they run, pigs , and even donkeys!

12-

Right now, i have no idea. I might come here later and change this answer

13-

Please, for the love of God , for everything that is sacred-

Stop the abo dinamic in modern werewolf media, come the fuck on- we all know this comes from extremelly outdated wolf research , its all wrong.

I cant take the " dominating horny alpha male werewolf grr grr 😡 " anymore

14-

I would take the religious stuff out of " The Red Shoes " it would be a fun fucked up tale about a girl who gets a fucked up pair of shoes without it

15-

Not that i can remenber

16-

I dont think this ever happened lmao

17-

Fairytales! Then myths and legends come in, then fables.

18-

As a reader, no . As someone who wants to go depper in studying fairytales, i would like to learn more on this subject

19-

I'm not sure?? Theres so much stuff i cant really think straight and go " oh i wish i had this "

20-

Gifted animal

The spirit situation could be really creppy, and the enchanted human... It could either be very chill or something creppy you dont wanna get involved in, so yeah, gifted animal it is

21-

I love the term fairytale!! We call them fairytales too here the translation being " Contos de Fadas " , but we also have another term " Contos da Carochinha " that actually comes from Portugal, " carochinha " being " Little cockroach " wich is actually a character, i can compare this to Mother Goose situation i think , but it gets very generalised and ends up just becoming another way of saying fairytale

Fairy tale nerds of Tumblr I need your help.

I've been trying to find a fairy tale for AGES, this has been almost a decades long quest. I first read it in a Highlights magazine around the mid 2000s, when the theme was "Fairy Tales from around the World." Now I don't know if this is actually an older fairy tale or just one that was made up for the magazine masquerading as a story from somewhere else. I've done my own research and have come up zilch.

So, this story was about a prince that was cursed to be a wolf until he was able to bite a bride the night of her wedding. Well, it just so happens that such a woman is riding through the forest with her new beau, a very uncouth man that calls her his "little chicken." Long story short, a pack of wolves waylay their carriage, the wolf prince bites the lady, becomes human again, and they fall in love and marry.

And what happened to her original husband?

Well naturally he gets turned into a chicken and they eat him at their wedding feast.

Classic.

if anyone knows the title of this fairy tale or where it may have originated, please let me know! I'd love to see if I can read it again.

Update: I've contacted Highlights magazine to get to the bottom of this and they notified their Archive Department of what I'm looking for.

Hoping to hear something back! It would be just my luck to remember this story in excruciating detail only to get the magazine where I found it wrong.

Update: Bad news, I'm afraid. Unfortunately the archive department couldn't find the story in their records so I guess I've hit a bit of a dead end here.

Someone mentioned asking a subreddit to cast a wider net, though first I would have to, you know, actually make a reddit account.

Well, I guess the twenty year hunt continues.

Have you looked at the microfilm on here?

Since it only goes to 2006, I don't know if you'd find it, or if you even want to know badly enough to spend the time going through the microfilm haha.

Actually, nevermind, the heading says it goes to 2006 but it actually only goes to 01, sorry!

I found it! It's called The Wolf and the Wedding by Svetlana Ilyinykh and Rachelle Desimone, and is from Feb 2005. But! It's on a database at my university's library, which I have access to because I work here. But! The little note at the bottom says users may print, download, and email articles for individual use, so:

A Story of Russia

In Ksusha's village of Chudovo, everyone knew the wolf. He appeared at the edge of the forest whenever there was a wedding feast. He'd sit on his haunches and watch the dancing, singing, and eating, his eyes alert and eager and fixed on the bride.

So when it was time for Ksusha Prekrasnaya to marry, she told her funny, beloved, strong Alyosha that they must wed in Budogoshch, a town with a proper church that was some miles away, too far for the lone wolf to travel.

The wedding was elegant and fine. The feast afterward was even better. Ksusha's parents and her grandparents, Babushka and Dedushka, had filled the hall with fragrant dishes of stuffed fish and grilled quail with kissel and scalded spice cakes for dessert. Alyosha ate and drank, ate and drank, and then drank and drank.

Ksusha reminded him, gently and lovingly as a good wife should, that he must stop drinking and take her and the rest of the wedding party home to Chudovo.

Alyosha turned to his friends Ivan, Roma, Dima, Stas, and Valya, who were refilling their glasses. "My wife wants to go home!" the bridegroom yelled. "A good sign for a prosperous marriage, is it not?"

Ivan, Roma, Dima, Stas, and Valya laughed, and Ksusha Prekrasnaya, red-faced, stared at her plate.

At midnight, Alyosha staggered up from the table. "Come, my little chicken," he said, gathering Ksusha and her family into his beautiful troika. His three fine horses snorted nervously at his touch.

"We go!" the bridegroom called, and the horses took off, trotting fast on the road through the forest that led to Chudovo.

The wedding party wasn't yet deep into the woods when the wolves appeared. They stood by trees, silent and watching, as the sleigh moved on the icy path. A lone wolf under a massive cedar howled a greeting, and the wolves began loping behind the sleigh.

Ksusha and her family watched as the path filled with ten wolves, then twenty, then thirty. Soon one hundred wolves followed the sleigh.

Alyosha snapped the whip to hurry his horses. The wolves began to howl.

Ksusha had heard wolves howl before, but never this many and this close. The sound was terrifying, and the bride huddled next to her funny, beloved, strong Alyosha.

"We must stop this pursuit, my little chicken," Alyosha said. "They will tire my poor horses. Hold the reins and keep driving." And with those words, he reached back, pulled Ksusha's grandmother from her seat, and threw her out of the sleigh.

Immediately there was a yipping and squealing, and twenty of the wolves dropped back, surrounding the fallen babushka.

Alyosha took the reins from his Ksusha, who could not speak. Still eighty or more wolves followed the sleigh, now leaping at the wedding party, their teeth gleaming in the moonlit night.

"Hold the reins again, my little chicken," Alyosha said, this time reaching back and pulling Ksusha's grandfather from his seat and throwing him out of the sleigh.

Again there was a yipping and squealing, and twenty of the wolves dropped back, surrounding the fallen dedushka.

Alyosha took the reins from his Ksusha, who could not move. Still sixty or more wolves followed the sleigh, jumping and twisting in the air and snapping their teeth at the wedding party. Alyosha cracked his whip over each horse three times, and the horses galloped faster.

Still the wolves pursued the party. Alyosha handed the reins to Ksusha. He reached back and pulled Ksusha's father from his seat and threw him out of the sleigh. A great yipping and squealing followed, and twenty more wolves dropped back.

Now the wolves began nipping at the horses' legs. Alyosha threw out Ksusha's mother. Twenty more wolves dropped off, but still a small group remained, leaping higher and biting at the horses' flanks.

Alyosha threw out Ksusha's young sister, and at first, it seemed that would be the last of the wolves, for the small group surrounded the sister with a yipping and a squealing. But a lone wolf remained, chasing the sleigh and leaping at the two remaining passengers.

Alyosha tucked the reins between his legs. Ksusha couldn't breathe. As the lone wolf leaped, the not-so-funny, not-so-beloved, but still strong Alyosha pulled Ksusha from her seat and threw her out of the sleigh.

She landed, rolling across the ice in her taffeta wedding gown until she was soaked and dirty. When she stopped rolling, she slowly sat up and found herself staring into the eyes of the lone wolf.

A howl came from the wolf. Then he bit her.

It wasn't a big bite, but it broke the skin on her leg. A few drops of blood appeared, and Ksusha screamed.

"Don't yell so," the wolf said. "I won't bite you again." Ksusha looked up and saw the wolf changing shape. Pointed ears became flat circular flaps, the long nose receded, the sharp teeth shortened, and the fur shrank into fine soft hair.

Standing before Ksusha was a handsome young man. "I am Sergei," he said, bowing low before her. "Let me take you to my castle where I can fix your wound."

Ksusha held on to his arm and limped through the forest. She glanced anxiously around her.

"What is your worry?" the man said.

"The wolves may return."

He smiled. "I am great friends with the wolves. You will never have to fear them again. You see, an enchantress who inhabits this forest changed me into a wolf some years ago after I refused to marry her. Her spell could only be lifted if I, a wolf, would bite the leg of a bride on her wedding day. Since then, I have lived with the wolves and waited to meet my perfect bride."

They arrived at the man's castle. Ksusha trembled as she saw dozens of wolves lying under the trees, licking their paws.

"Don't be frightened, my dear," Sergei said, his arm around Ksusha.

"But they killed my parents, my grandparents, and my sister."

At that moment the door to the castle opened, and out rushed Ksusha's family, completely unharmed and quite happy to see her.

Her father explained how the wolves had surrounded each family member who was thrown from the sleigh, and how the wolves had escorted each to the castle for a joyous reunion.

Sergei asked Ksusha's father for her hand in marriage.

"I'd be most honored to have you for a son-in-law, but it's not possible," Ksusha's father explained. "Ksusha Prekrasnaya is married to Alyosha."

A wolf howled. Sergei tilted his head to listen.

"My friend tells me Alyosha's horses have finally tired, and he is stopped on the path ahead of us. At this very moment, he is engaged in conversation with the enchantress who lives in the forest."

"The one who changed you into a wolf?" Ksusha asked.

"The very same. But she no longer has any power over me. Let us ride to Alyosha's troika."

The wedding party found Alyosha's troika and his three exhausted horses on the road, but the enchantress had disappeared. There was no sign of Alyosha either, although Ksusha did find a bedraggled chicken hiding under the seat. Ksusha picked up the little chicken that smelled strangely of strong drink and tucked it under her arm. She took the chicken home with her, and one fine evening, sometime later, Ksusha popped it into a pot and cooked it as dinner for her new husband, Sergei, the man who once was a wolf.

by Svetlana Ilyinykh and Rachelle DeSimone

@brideofsevenless THIS IS IT!!!!! Oh my god, thank you so so much for researching this! You have no idea how much I appreciate it!

@insanesammi Here's the story!!

ROUND 2: SANS (undertale) VS FIRESTAR (warriors)

everybody trying to be the main character and i just wanna be THE fairy main character. the one who's living in the woods just enjoying doing nothing and reading her silly little books, cooking and painting

okay im reading the divine comedy but this shit isnt funny at all. does anyone know when the jokes start.

man come on

Twisted wonderland screenshots that i can’t stop thinking of, also credits for some of them :))

Someone euthanize idia

EPEL SLAPS WAMAN😱😱😱

Werewolf Battle

Round 2, Match 4

I am so disapointed right now

Blisclavret sweep still happened in my hearth