gif : only the brave



This is the lie they will use to break you: no one else has ever loved this way before.


Choose wisely which court you serve. Light or Dark, Summer or Winter, Seelie or Unseelie: they have many names, but the pith of the choice is this: a poisoned flower or a knife in the dark?

(The difference is less and more than you might think.)

Of course, this is only if you go to them for the granting of a wish: to save your father, sister, lover, dearest friend. If you go to get someone back from them, or—most foolish of all—because you fell in love with one of them, you will have no choice at all. You must go to the ones that chose you.


Be kind to the creature that guards your door. Do not mock its broken, bleeding face.

It will never help you in return. But I assure you, someday you will be glad to know that you were kind to something once.


Do not be surprised how many other mortal girls are there within the halls. The world is full of wishing and of wanting, and the fairies love to play with human hearts.

You will meet all kinds: the terrified ones, who used all their courage just getting there. The hopeful ones, who think that love or cleverness is enough to get them home. The angry ones, who see only one way out. The cold ones, who are already half-fairy.

I would tell you, Do not try to make friends with any of them, but you will anyway.


Sooner or later (if you serve well, if you do not open the forbidden door and let the monster eat you), they will tell you about the game.

Summer battles Winter, Light battles Dark. This is the law of the world. And on the chessboard of the fairies, White battles Black.

In the glory of this battle, the pieces that are brave and strong may win their heart’s desire.


You already have forgotten how the mortal sun felt upon your face. You already know the bargain that brought you here was a lie.

If you came to save your sick mother, you fear she is dead already. If you came to free your captive sister, your fear she will be sent to Hell for the next tithe. If you came for love of an elf-knight, you are broken with wanting him, and yet he does not seem to know you.

Say yes.

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Enough is Enough

You couldn’t take it anymore. You had to say something now, or you’d regret never taking the chance.

“Sam, you are such an idiot. I could probably dance around wearing nothing but a tea cozy and you’d still never know that I wanted your attention,” you huffed, running your hands through your hair.

You were tired of walking the fine line of flirting and taking action with your relationship with Sam. There was always something more there with him, more so than there was with Dean, but somehow you could never push Sam to the point where he would act on it.

It was driving you mad.

Sam watched you carefully, his smile growing on his fucking perfect face.

“Y/N?” he chuckled as he eyed you carefully, calculating his words carefully.

“What?” you turned to face him, irritated, about ready to storm out of the room you were sharing with the brothers.

“You done?” He asked with a raised eyebrow as he stood, approaching you with a quiet confidence, a predatory look darkening his features.

You swallowed hard as you watched him approach, not sure what was happening.

“First of all, if you danced around in a tea cozy, I’d definitely notice,” he growled, his large hand squeezing your waist, pulling your hips against his.

His left hand grazed your neck, causing goosebumps to break out on your flesh, a shiver shooting up your spin.

“Second of all. You have my attention 24/7. I can’t get you out of my head. Obviously it’s time to do something about it,” he whispered, his thumb tracing along your jawline as he tipped your head up toward his face, pressing his lips against yours hesitantly.

You moaned in satisfaction at the contact, a gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by Sam or his cock. You could feel him harden against your stomach as his hand snaked around your waist and pressed you into him.

You bit his lip as you pulled away, your eyes fluttering open, met with his lust blown eyes.

“Should I get that tea cozy now?” you asked with a smile on your face, your voice breathy with need.

Sam grinned at you, his fingertips dancing along your hip bones as he pushed up your shirt.

“Yeah, I don’t think you need that, Y/N. You have my full attention,” he assured you, ripping your shirt over your head and pushing you against the wall, his mouth attacking yours with fervor.

Who knew one little outburst could lead to everything you hoped for with Sam. If you’d only been brave sooner, you’d have saved yourself a lot of anguish, but that didn’t matter now as Sam’s hot mouth traveled your body, bringing you to new heights of pleasure.

Role Models

Pearl is flattered when she is asked to become a fashion model. But when Pearl quickly becomes the world’s most famous model, she takes things a little too far when she acts like a big shot with no time for the Crystal Gems. Now there’s only one hero brave enough to get Pearl back to normal by challenging her on the runway: Steven Universe.


∙ Would who she was, who she really was, be enough? There was no magic to help her this time. This is perhaps the greatest risk that any of us will take. To be seen as we truly are.


FFBE sprites ⇢ Jack;


female character challenge: two mother/daughter relationships [1 / 2]
↳ Elinor and Merida, Brave

You’ve always been there for me. You’ve never given up on me. I just want you back. I want you back, Mummy. I love you.


You can’t even say hello?

That’s one of the three who rule the fiends.
He was the one who came up with the idea of creating a half-fiend,
and ordered my mom to give birth to me.