#Briar’s Fairy Tales

[pearlescent-poppies]

Here’s the pre-story for the first book of my Fairy Tales series! Sleeping Beauty: Flower Husbands

At the age of thirteen, Prince Scott began to sneak into the forest bordering his kingdom of Rivendell, a mountainous place covered in snow and known for its flora and fauna. The particular forest Scott frequented happened to sit below Rivendell. Which meant the trek was pretty dangerous all things considered; but he just needed to get away. His 18th birthday was rapidly approaching, and with that, his duties and lessons as a prince were beginning to pile up. Five years may seem like a long time, but it really wasn’t. So any chance the young elf had, he would flee to the tranquility of nature. Today had been exceptionally bad, with fencing, mathematics, cultures, and dancing all packed into a mere 6 hours. He had needed to get out, so he did. Back to the only place he ever felt truly happy anymore. Scott walked the familiar paths and just… breathed. The presence of his best friend next to him and the fresh air was all he needed to feel better. By best friend, he of course, meant Owen. The stag that had been his for as long as he could remember, and his riding partner, as horses weren’t something that lived in a cold place like Rivendell.

“It’s nice out today, isn’t it Owen? I’ll sneak you an orange later for bringing me down here,” Scott said, and pressed his forehead against the stag’s muzzle in an affectionate gesture. See, Owen was a strange being. One time, when Scott had been young and eating an orange, the creature came up behind him and ate the fruit right out of his hand. They had been Owen’s favourite ever since. Scott laughed at the memory and kept walking.

After about a half hour of peace, Scott heard something that had caught his attention. A beautiful series of bird calls that might have been the prettiest thing Scott had heard his whole life. Intrigued, the cyan haired elf followed the calls to a small corner-clearing where the mountains of Rivendell met the forest.

Scott hummed and in a moment of hesitation, tied Owen’s reins to a tree, “I’ll be right back,” he murmured and patted the side of the stag’s face. Scott took a deep breath and entered the area. He was surprised to say the least, in the middle of the clearing, next to a pond, was a boy. An avian, it seemed, about Scott’s own age with bright yellow wings and wearing a simple sky blue dress that flared around where he sat. Sunlight seemed to kiss him from every direction, hair lit up like a halo and his wings glinted gold. He was chirping and twittering up a storm with some birds. Whatever they seemed to be conversing about had the boy’s shoulders shaking in silent laughter.

Scott watched, stunned for a few moments before calling out, suddenly desperate to get to know the avian, “Hello?” Scott called. The boy jumped and whirled to face him, having been cut off mid sentence. Scott waited a few minutes but the boy said nothing. It seemed to Scott that he was too frightened to speak. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just… um… heard you and the birds? And well…” the prince trailed off. What was happening to him? Scott was usually far more eloquent than this. He was graceful and had all the confidence befitting of his stature. This was not who he was.

The mysterious boy giggled at him, “No, no, you’re okay,” his sentence was interrupted with more giggles, “I’m just not used to others, you said you heard us?” He tilted his head in question, one of the wing tufts covering his ears extended in a way that continued to indicate the question in his tone.

“Yeah!” Scott was beginning to come back to himself. “It was so pretty, I had to come investigate! I didn’t expect to find anyone though,” Scott walked further into the clearing and it really was gorgeous. A miniature valley dotted with various kinds of flowers and framed by small peaks.

The avian blushed, ear wings flitting up and down quickly, “Y- you thought it was pretty?”

Scott nodded, “Yeah, one of the prettiest things I’ve ever heard.” He stopped next to the boy and looked down at him. His hair was blonde and fluffy, almost as fluffy as Scott’s own. There was a smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose and his eyes were a warm brown. He was gorgeous. Scott’s face flushed much in the same way the boy’s had mere moments before.

The avian was stunned for a moment, why was this stranger being so nice? “Here, sit… unless you’re a murderer or something?” he said sheepishly. Scott sat down at the invitation, close enough that their knees brushed together ever so slightly.

“Definitely not, I’m actually a prince.” Well that was probably a dangerous thing to say, oh well. He doubted this gorgeous boy would be able to hurt him anyways.

“Really? That’s incredible! My godmothers love to tell me stories about royalty! I’m… no one special though, probably not worth your time actually, um, sorry,” he rambled, getting quieter as he went.

The boy had begun to pull away slightly when Scott placed a hand on his knee. Desperate not to let him go for some reason. “What? No! You’re probably one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met, even if I don’t know your name,” Scott smiled softly.

“O-oh! That’s… wow,” the other muttered to himself. “Oh! I’m so sorry your highness! I should’ve, should’ve introduced myself sooner. I’m Jimmy.” Scott giggled, Jimmy, huh? It suited the adorable avian.

“It’s nice to meet you Jimmy. Please, don’t use a title for me or anything, just Scott is fine. I’m Scott,” he introduced.

“Scott… okay then,” Jimmy said his name like he was testing it out. He wanted to hear his name forever with that voice. Scott paused. What in Aeor’s name was with him?

After their introductions, Scott and Jimmy talked about everything and nothing for hours. The canary and the frost elf spoke like they had known each other their whole lives. Scott even went and got Owen for Jimmy to meet at one point. The avian had been scared at first, he had never seen a stag before afterall. Scott watched with a grin and a face he was sure was going to be pink forever after this, as his best friend and Jimmy bonded. Eventually, however, as the sun was setting, they had to part ways.

“Will… will I ever see you again? Scott asked and grabbed the canary’s hand.

“I hope so. This has been… this has been wonderful. You’re welcome here anytime Scott. Really. I’m out here most days so come find me whenever you get the chance, yes?” Jimmy entwined their fingers and gave Scott’s hand a squeeze.

Scott squeezed Jimmy’s hand back, “Yes, absolutely.”

Jimmy’s smile was sad but hopeful as he came closer and kissed the elf on the cheek, “Goodbye, Scott.” Their hands slipped away from each other as the avian gave him one last smile and left.

“Bye,” he murmured, hand going up to touch the spot Jimmy had just kissed him. Scott watched Jimmy walk away for as long as he could before he mounted Owen’s back. Scott flicked Owen’s reins and as they started the journey home, he knew he was about to start the adventure of a lifetime.

The End

[dommnics]

Sleeping Beauty (1959) turned 65, and it remains still such a beautiful film. It's one of my favourite quintessential fantasy films, and I adore princess Aurora and Maleficent!

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[kabishkat19]

Princess Counter Parts🖤

(The Grimm Legends vs. Disney)

[the-southern-cereal-king]

I don’t know how many other people have put this together, but Thalia Grace is a version of sleeping beauty.

She’s basically cursed from birth. She’s a child of the big three born under the pact, so there was very little chance of her even making it to 16

The modern sleeping beauty is said to be based on a fable from the 1600s that’s named Sun, Moon, and Talia. Talia is the stories version of sleeping beauty, although her story is more grim than modern versions, and she is put to sleep with a splinter of flax. Talia and Thalia are very similar names, and CAN be pronounced the same

Thalia, in Greek mythology, is a muse, but it’s also a word. In Greek it means to flourish, to bloom, or to be joyous. Briar Rose is one of the more popular names for sleeping beauty, and she is named after a flower. So Thalia is named after something a flower does, which is flourish/ bloom. (This one’s a bit more of a stretch tbh)

Grace and beauty go hand in hand. Grace is also one of the gifts that sleeping beauty receives from the fairies in some adaptations of the fairytale.

Thalia Grace is put into a magical sleep for years to save her life, obvious one

Thalia Grace and Sleeping Beauty both have plants that grow around them/ on them that (in some adaptations) protect their ‘kingdom’.

In conclusion, Thalia Grace is a sleeping beauty retelling that I did not catch for like 8 years

[1alchemistart]

hi hi here i am again!! hello!!!! had some Health Issues but i return!!

with the exception of the first art, i’ve drawn all of these rather recently :DDD

[disney-stuff]

Sleeping Beauty

[ghostlyfleur]

♡ sleeping beauty

[chaotictoon]

Fairy Tale: Sleeping beauty

[ibrithir-was-here]

Little doodle for the ending of “Spindle’s End” (A Sleeping Beauty retelling where a butch cursed princess rescues the decoy Sleeping Beauty put in her place with True Love’s Kiss—and then they both end up with dudes -including a dude literally old enough to be her dad 🤢—cuz this is 2000 :p )

Anyway Rosie x Peony forever and the book really is lovely just ignore the tacked on ‘romance’ ending

[mister-punch]

“Heart of steel, slippers of glass”

[spencerdaze]

I'm bored leave your ever after high OCs and headcannons below this post!

[fawn-cottage]

Grimm's Fairy Tale Classics | Briar Rose

[kabishkat19]

The Grimm Legends Pt.4

The reoccurring characters…

[damienanddragons]

A Princess No More

[gdoc link]

The princess is born with dark hair and reddish-purple skin. She cries loudly, proving that she's not dead, but there's something wrong with her. The nubs on her head confirm this.

The king and queen announce her birth, but keep her sequestered, citing her health. The public is fine with this. They have little use for royal babies anyhow.

As she grows, so do her deformities. Her horns curl and spiral like her hair, though up instead of down. She learns to walk with an unearthly grace; her balance is improved by her tail, which seems to grow faster than the rest of her.

When she's five, she throws a tantrum. This is not unusual for children her age. What is unusual is the fact that she sets a tapestry on fire with her bare hands while screaming and crying.

The years pass, and the monarchs decide that the best course of action is to keep her in the highest tower of the castle. She still has access to books, tutors, food, all of life's necessities save one.

She has no friends. The tutors she has aren't interested in befriending the child who looks more like a demon with every passing day. The servants never see her, leaving food outside the door and taking away piles of trash and laundry left out. Rumors spread like wildfire: she's secretly hideous, she's slow, she's a bastard child kept only out of obligation.

On her sixteenth birthday, news that the Queen is in labor reaches the princess's ears. Rage fills her as she looks down at the rest of the castle, knowing that somewhere, the person who once was her mother will have a replacement soon.

She has never been one for despairing, so she packs a bag. When the tower is empty of both servants and guards, she flees. Tears sting the corners of her eyes as she runs through the courtyard.

No one stops her.

It's only when she is deep in the forest that she begins to cry. She finds a pond to sit by, her tears leaving ripples on the surface of the water.

She's so busy feeling sorry for herself that she doesn't hear the footsteps approaching from behind. When this person clears their throat, she sniffles and turns to look.

Before her is a woman that she could have described as royalty, were it not for the horns on her head and the colors of her robes. Still, she bows her head in respect and then wipes her nose on her sleeve.

“What troubles you, child?” The woman's voice is soft but commanding.

“My parents don't love me. They had a replacement baby and left me to rot in a tower,” she responds, eyes welling up with tears again. “So I ran away. I don't know if they even noticed.”

The strange woman nods and takes a step forward, hand extended. “May I see your hand?”

She nods and holds out her right hand. The woman takes it, kneeling so she won't have to bend her back, and looks it over with a thoughtful expression. “I see, I see.”

“What? What is it?” The former princess looks up at her.

“You were born with great power. Your parents were afraid that you might one day overtake them, so they locked you away.” The woman purses her lips. “I've never been a fan of people who refuse to help their children. Would you like to come with me?”

Seeing the young girl's hesitation, she gently pats the back of her hand. “You don't have to, of course. But I have a spare bed and I hate to think of your magic going to waste.”

The former princess thinks it over. “You'll teach me?”

“So long as you help an old woman with her chores, yes.”

She nods. “Then I would very much like to go with you.”

The woman smiles and helps her to her feet, wiping her tears away with a handkerchief.

“What should I call you?” the girl asks.

“Call me whatever you'd like, but most people refer to me as Maleficent. What about you, girl?”

She chews her lower lip as she thinks over the question. “I'd like to go by Rose. Briar Rose.”

“Then Briar Rose you shall be. Now, come along. It's getting dark.”

[disney-stuff]

Princess Aurora and Prince Phillip, 'Sleeping Beauty'

[noxsylvania]

Being an artist is great. I can draw the things that eight year old me wanted. Like a Briar Rose/Sleeping Beauty retelling where 101 years after falling asleep and no one coming to save her, the wicked fairy ends her curse and gets a new teenage daughter whom she teaches dark magic.