sassy fairy

por Bill Tiepelman

Peppermint Mischief in the Snow

It wasn’t every day that Cinnamon—a self-proclaimed "badass winter fairy"—found herself stuck in the middle of nowhere with a motorcycle she had absolutely no idea how to operate. Sure, she had wings, but flying through a snowstorm? Absolutely not. Snowflakes made her wings sticky, and sticky wings were so last season. So, there she sat, cross-legged in the snow, glaring at the hulking machine like it had personally insulted her choice of striped stockings. “This is your fault,” Cinnamon hissed, pointing an accusatory finger at the silent motorcycle. “If you weren’t so heavy, I could’ve just magicked you back to the forest. But nooo, you have to weigh as much as a troll’s backside.” To her chagrin, the motorcycle did not respond. Not that she expected it to, but in a world where pixies threw shade on social media and gnomes ran underground coffee shops, you’d think a bike could at least muster a sarcastic beep. The nerve. The Trouble Begins The trouble had started earlier that day when Cinnamon, in an act of defiance against her overbearing fairy godmother, decided she was “done” with traditional fairy life. “No more glitter dust and flower arranging for me,” she’d announced to her bemused squirrel neighbors. “I’m gonna live dangerously. I’m gonna ride a motorcycle.” What she didn’t know was that riding a motorcycle involved more than just sitting on it and looking fabulous. The guy who sold it to her—an actual troll with a suspicious number of missing teeth—hadn't bothered explaining little details like starting the engine or shifting gears. He was too busy laughing as he counted the gold coins she’d “borrowed” from her godmother’s stash. “I’ll figure it out,” she’d muttered. Famous last words. A Fairy's First Ride Fast forward to now, and Cinnamon was stranded on the side of a snowy path, her wings too cold to flutter, her stockings soggy, and her attitude in full sass mode. “Maybe I should’ve stuck to riding ladybugs,” she grumbled, kicking the bike’s tire. It was as effective as scolding a dragon for breathing fire. Just as she was contemplating setting the motorcycle on fire (purely for warmth, of course), a tall figure emerged from the swirling snow. Cinnamon squinted. Was that…a human? A handsome one, at that. He wore a leather jacket, carried a toolbox, and had the kind of rugged stubble that practically screamed “I fix things and break hearts.” “Need help?” he asked, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement as he took in the sight of a candy-striped fairy sitting in the snow next to a motorcycle twice her size. Cinnamon straightened up, brushing snow off her tutu. “Depends. Do you know how to fix this thing?” She gestured at the bike, trying to look both annoyed and adorable—a combination she had perfected over years of charming woodland creatures into doing her chores. “I might,” he said, kneeling to examine the bike. “But I gotta ask—what’s a fairy doing with a Harley?” “First of all,” Cinnamon said, hands on her hips, “it’s not a Harley. It’s a… um…” She paused, realizing she had no idea what brand it was. “It’s a very expensive bike, thank you very much. And second, I’m reinventing myself. Fairies can have a rock-and-roll phase too, you know.” The man chuckled, pulling a wrench from his toolbox. “Fair enough. I’m Jake, by the way.” “Cinnamon,” she replied, adding with a smirk, “but you can call me ‘Your Highness.’” Reparations and Revelations As Jake worked on the bike, Cinnamon hovered nearby, offering “helpful” advice like, “Don’t scratch the paint,” and “Is that the thingamajig that makes it go vroom?” Jake, to his credit, took it all in stride, though his smirk grew wider with each passing minute. “Alright, Your Highness,” he said finally, standing up and wiping his hands on a rag. “You’re good to go.” Cinnamon clapped her hands in delight. “Finally! I knew I could fix it—well, with a little assistance, of course.” Jake raised an eyebrow but said nothing, stepping back as Cinnamon climbed onto the bike. She revved the engine, and to her surprise, it roared to life. For a moment, she basked in the glory of her newfound biker persona. She was Cinnamon the Rebel, destroyer of stereotypes, queen of the open road. And then she accidentally hit the gas. The bike shot forward, skidding on the icy path, and Cinnamon let out a very un-queenly shriek. Jake dove out of the way as the bike swerved wildly, coming to a halt only when it hit a conveniently placed snowbank. Cinnamon tumbled off, landing in a puff of snow with all the grace of a drunken pixie. The Moral of the Misadventure Jake walked over, trying and failing to hide his laughter. “You okay, Your Highness?” Cinnamon sat up, spitting out snow and glaring at the bike. “Stupid machine. This is why fairies don’t drive.” Despite the chaos, she couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe she wasn’t cut out for motorcycles, but she had to admit—her first (and probably last) ride was one heck of an adventure. Plus, she’d met a cute human who knew how to fix stuff. Not a bad day, all things considered. “Come on,” Jake said, offering her a hand. “Let’s get you and your bike back to town.” “Fine,” Cinnamon said, taking his hand and dusting herself off. “But for the record, I let you help me.” Jake smirked. “Of course, Your Highness.” And with that, the fairy and the mechanic trudged off through the snow, leaving behind a trail of glitter, sarcasm, and just a little bit of peppermint mischief.    Shop the Scene Bring a touch of whimsical winter magic to your world with products inspired by "Peppermint Mischief in the Snow". Whether you're looking to cozy up your space, solve a frosty puzzle, or add some sassy flair to your everyday items, we've got you covered! Shop Tapestry: Add a magical winter vibe to your walls. Shop Canvas Prints: Perfect for making any space feel enchanted. Shop Puzzles: Piece together the sass and snow. Shop Spiral Notebooks: Perfect for jotting down your own mischief and adventures. 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por Bill Tiepelman

Winter Enchantment on a Green Machine

Let me tell you something: being a fairy isn’t all glitter and wishes. Sometimes, you need to blow off steam. And what better way to do that than stealing—erm, borrowing—an enchanted Harley from the Winter King himself? That’s exactly what Frostina Sparklebottom did on one particularly snowy evening. But let’s rewind a bit, shall we? Frostina wasn’t your typical fairy. While her peers were out frolicking in flower meadows and sprinkling pixie dust on lost hikers, she was in her log cabin, sipping spiked hot cocoa and debating whether she should finally learn to snowboard. “Why sprinkle magic when I can be magic?” she always said, usually while adjusting the rhinestones on her thigh-high boots. One frosty evening, after a few too many shots of peppermint schnapps, Frostina decided she was tired of being underestimated. “I’m done with this ‘sweet and dainty’ fairy crap!” she declared to her pet squirrel, Nutmeg, who didn’t seem particularly invested in her self-revelation. “I’m going to ride into town on the baddest machine Winterland has ever seen!” The only problem? Frostina didn’t own a motorcycle. But she knew who did: the Winter King. He had a gleaming green beast of a bike parked outside his ice palace. Sure, he was the ruler of all things cold and sparkly, but Frostina had something he didn’t—audacity. Lots of it. With a flick of her glitter-dusted wings, she zipped through the frosty forest, her teal outfit catching the moonlight. “He won’t even miss it,” she muttered, brushing snow off her lace-up boots. She reached the bike, gave it a once-over, and cackled. “Oh, baby, you and I are going to make history tonight.” Did she know how to ride a motorcycle? Absolutely not. But that wasn’t about to stop her. Fairies are great at improvising, and Frostina was no exception. With a flutter of her wings, she hovered over the bike and inspected it like a Pinterest mom pretending she knew how to install a backsplash. “How hard can it be?” she mumbled, pressing random buttons. A low growl rumbled as the engine roared to life. “Hell yeah! Mama’s got a new ride!” She sped off into the snowy night, her glittering wings leaving a trail of sparkles in her wake. The roar of the bike echoed through the forest, scaring off reindeer and a few elves on their late-night coffee runs. The cold wind whipped against her face, but Frostina didn’t care. She felt alive—invincible even. That is, until she accidentally swerved into the town square. The townsfolk, who were in the middle of their annual Snowball Festival, stopped mid-throw to stare at the fairy zooming past. “Is that Frostina Sparklebottom?” someone gasped. “What is she wearing?!” another shouted. Frostina, ever the drama queen, slowed down just enough to strike a pose. “It’s called style, Karen!” she hollered, flipping her silver hair as she zipped past. Of course, word of her little joyride reached the Winter King faster than Frostina could say, “Oops.” The icy monarch himself appeared on the horizon, riding a snowstorm like a pissed-off weather god. “FROSTINA!” his voice boomed, shaking icicles loose from the rooftops. “Oh, chill out, Frosty!” she shouted back, skidding to a stop in front of him. “It’s just a little spin! Besides, you never use the damn thing!” The Winter King, unimpressed by her sass, crossed his arms. “That’s not the point! You can’t just steal my bike, terrorize the townsfolk, and call it ‘a spin.’” Frostina smirked, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “Terrorize? Please. I’m giving them a show. You should be thanking me for spicing up this snowy hellscape you call a kingdom.” The king pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Return the bike. Now.” “Fine,” Frostina groaned, dramatically rolling her eyes. “But only because it’s almost out of gas.” She dismounted and patted the bike’s seat. “Thanks for the memories, babe. You were too good for him anyway.” The Winter King muttered something about needing a vacation as Frostina flounced away, wings sparkling under the moonlight. “You’re welcome for the entertainment!” she called over her shoulder. “Next time, I’m taking the sleigh!” That night, Frostina returned to her cabin feeling triumphant. Sure, she might have annoyed the Winter King and scared a few elves, but who cared? Life was short, and fairies who played it safe never made history. As she kicked off her boots and poured herself another mug of schnapps-laden cocoa, she raised a toast to herself. “Here’s to being fabulous, fearless, and unapologetically Frostina,” she declared. And with that, the sassiest fairy in Winterland settled in for a well-earned nap, dreaming of her next wild adventure.    Bring the Magic Home If Frostina's daring escapades and enchanting style inspire you, why not bring a piece of her winter magic into your life? Explore stunning products featuring Winter Enchantment on a Green Machine, available now: Tapestries to add a whimsical touch to your space. Canvas Prints for a bold and artistic centerpiece. Puzzles to piece together Frostina's sassy charm. Greeting Cards for sharing the magic with friends and loved ones. Each product is designed to capture the brash, bold, and whimsical essence of Frostina’s unforgettable adventure. Shop now and let the enchantment ride into your home!

por Bill Tiepelman

Alas de medianoche en la nieve

La primera nevada del año había caído durante la noche, cubriendo el bosque encantado con una brillante capa de magia helada. Era el tipo de escena con la que los poetas alaban, con la que los niños sueñan y que los influencers de Instagram persiguen desesperadamente. Pero para Lumina, la autoproclamada reina del descaro y el brillo, fue menos encantadora y más una pesadilla fría y fangosa. —¡Oh, por el amor de los duendes! —resopló, ajustándose los delicados guantes de encaje y mirando con enojo los copos de nieve que se aferraban obstinadamente a sus alas translúcidas—. Lo entiendo, invierno. Eres fabuloso. Pero ¿de verdad tenías que arruinarme la mañana de esta manera? No era que Lumina odiara la nieve. Podía apreciar una buena estética brillante. Pero los días de nieve siempre eran un fastidio. Su habitual y dramático paso por el bosque se había convertido ahora en un arrastrar resbaladizo, y el frío que le mordía los muslos a través de su corta falda verde la estaba haciendo replantearse todas las decisiones de moda que había tomado. —¿Por qué las hadas no tienen una cláusula de «día de nieve» en el contrato mágico? —murmuró, mientras su aliento resoplaba en el aire fresco—. ¿Dónde está el representante sindical para esta tontería? La lucha es real Mientras caminaba con dificultad por el sendero helado del bosque, sus ojos violetas se entrecerraron ante el caos helado que la rodeaba. El estanque donde normalmente admiraba su reflejo estaba cubierto de hielo. ¿No había una superficie brillante para guiñarse el ojo? Maleducado. Los árboles, cargados de nieve, se hundían como si hubieran pasado toda la noche en una fiesta encantada. Y lo peor de todo, sus hongos favoritos (su lugar para las sesiones de chismes del mediodía) estaban enterrados bajo la amenaza blanca. —La verdad —gruñó Lumina, mientras se quitaba la nieve de los hombros—. Si el invierno va a aparecer sin invitación, lo mínimo que podría hacer es atender a los clientes. —Se imaginó un carrito de chocolate del tamaño de un hada con malvaviscos y crema con especias, tal vez servido por duendes del bosque sin camisa. Eso sí que haría que el frío valiera la pena. En cambio, lo único que tenía era un bosque empapado, dedos de los pies congelados y un creciente rencor contra la Madre Naturaleza. “¿Parezco el tipo de hada que disfruta de la hipotermia?”, gritó sin dirigirse a nadie en particular. Un pájaro que estaba sobre su cabeza pió en respuesta, pero ella lo espantó. “Ahórratelo, chirriante. No estoy de humor”. Fallos mágicos Lumina decidió que ya era suficiente, se detuvo en un claro y puso las manos en las caderas. “Muy bien, Snow. ¿Crees que eres linda? Veamos cómo manejas un poco de magia de hadas”. Levantó las manos y convocó toda la energía brillante que pudo reunir. ¿Su plan? Derretir la nieve con una exhibición de magia ardiente. Pero mientras sus alas revoloteaban y sus dedos brillaban, una ráfaga de viento helado atravesó el claro. El hechizo fracasó y, en lugar de derretir la nieve, terminó con el rostro cubierto de escarcha. —¡Oh, VAMOS! —gritó Lumina, mientras se limpiaba el brillo helado de las mejillas—. ¡Soy un hada, no un cono de nieve! —Dio un pisotón con el pie, que inmediatamente se hundió hasta los tobillos en el aguanieve—. Perfecto. Simplemente perfecto. Un visitante helado Cuando Lumina estaba a punto de darse por vencida y retirarse a su casa de hongos para pasar el resto del invierno, escuchó una suave risa detrás de ella. Al girarse bruscamente, vio una figura alta que emergía de los bosques nevados. Era el mismísimo Jack Frost, el chico malo del invierno por excelencia, con su cabello azul gélido y una sonrisa que podría derretir glaciares... o al menos molestar a Lumina hasta el infinito. —Estás teniendo una mañana difícil, ¿no? —preguntó Jack, apoyándose casualmente en un árbol que se congeló al instante con su toque. —No empieces conmigo, Frosty —le espetó Lumina—. Todo lo que dices de tu país de las maravillas invernal es adorable, pero no estoy de humor. Jack se rió y su aliento helado se arremolinó en el aire. —¿Sabes? La mayoría de las hadas adoran la nieve. Bailan, brillan, son... —¿Congelarles el culito? —interrumpió Lumina, cruzándose de brazos—. Lo siento, Jack, pero no todos estamos hechos para pavonearnos a temperaturas bajo cero. Él sonrió, claramente divertido. —Te diré algo, princesa. Te propongo un trato. Prepararé un poco de magia para mantenerte caliente, pero me debes un favor cuando llegue la primavera. Lumina arqueó una ceja con escepticismo. “¿Qué clase de favor?” —Oh, nada demasiado grande —dijo Jack con un guiño—. Solo una pizca de tu magia brillante cuando la necesite. ¿De acuerdo? Ella dudó un momento y lo miró con desconfianza. Pero el frío comenzaba a invadir su alma (o al menos sus elegantes guantes de encaje) y decidió arriesgarse. —Está bien. Pero si esa «magia» tuya arruina mi estética, vamos a tener una discusión. El final brillante Jack chasqueó los dedos y un remolino de aire cálido y brillante envolvió a Lumina. Al instante, sintió que el frío se desvanecía y que lo reemplazaba un resplandor acogedor que hizo que sus alas brillaran aún más que antes. Dio una vuelta rápida y admiró el efecto. —No está mal, Frost —admitió de mala gana—. Puede que seas útil después de todo. —Mi objetivo es complacerte —dijo Jack con una reverencia burlona—. Disfruta de tu día de nieve, princesa. Mientras desaparecía en el bosque, Lumina sintió que una sonrisa se dibujaba en sus labios. Tal vez el invierno no fuera tan malo después de todo, al menos no cuando se tenía un poco de brillo extra para mantener las cosas fabulosas. Con sus alas resplandecientes y su descaro completamente restaurado, se puso en camino a través del bosque nevado, lista para conquistar el día con estilo. Porque incluso en las mañanas más frías, Lumina sabía una cosa con certeza: si no puedes vencer a la nieve, al menos puedes hacerlo en ella. Lleva "Alas de medianoche en la nieve" a tu mundo Si la gélida aventura de Lumina le dio un toque de brillo a tu día, ¿por qué no llevar su magia a casa? Explora estos hermosos productos inspirados en el encanto caprichoso de "Alas de medianoche en la nieve": Impresión enmarcada: agregue un toque de elegancia a su hogar con esta encantadora escena invernal bellamente enmarcada para cualquier espacio. 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