#SET IN A FAIRYTALE

[arecaceae175]

Fairytale! I think that could be fun as either being set in a fairytale or maybe someone isn’t feeling well so one of the others tells them stories to feel better.

Prince Sky sighed to himself and let his head fall forwards to rest against the door. His hand was on the knob, but he couldn't bring himself to open the door.

Knock knock

Sky gasped and stumbled backwards.

"My prince?"

"Yeah," Sky said, clearing his throat. "Come in, Wars."

Sir Warriors opened the door and quickly pushed it shut behind him. He looked at Sky, then his face slid into a sly grin.

"Were you-"

"Don't worry about it," Sky interrupted, smoothing down his clothes.

Warriors shook his head with a smile, which Sky returned.

"Are you ready, your highness?" Warriors asked.

"Again, Wars, Sky is fine. I'm as ready as I'll ever be, I suppose," Sky said.

"Is something wrong?" Warriors asked.

"Sun and Groose are taking the horses out today. I just... would much rather be out with Aepon. Instead I'm stuck in knighting ceremonies all day," Sky said.

Warriors bit his lip and glanced to the side. Sky's back straightened, intruiged. Warriors would never show so much expression in front of others, but was lucky enough to know his friend's tells.

"What? Is there going to be drama? Something interesting?" Sky asked.

"No one's supposed to know, but... the Oracle predicted that the next Hero is in the castle today," Warriors said.

Sky gasped. "The Hero... here? Today? Does my father know?"

Warriors nodded. "His Majesty is prepared. The Oracle will be in the ceremonies today to find the Hero."

Sky clasped his hands together and bounced with glee. He had to get all his feelings out before the ceremony, where he had to play the part of a perfect Prince in front of the Royal Court.

"This means we could finally put an end to the Warlock! Oh, I can't wait! The people could know peace again!" Sky said.

Warriors smiled, and gave Sky a look he couldn't quite decipher.

"What?" Sky asked.

Warriors' smile grew. "You're a good Prince. You'll make a fine king, one day."

Sky blushed madly, and cleared his throat. "Um. Thank you, Wars. Let's go."

[sreppub]

storybook bats :)

robpunzel, red riding hood, timberella, the little merbat (& her prince!), duke in wonderland, and dami of beanstalk fame (he totally stole the magic beans and ran. he would never sell batcow)

(I know the different background colours are an eyesore oTL don’t worry about it)

[polinsated]

polin have ✌🏻 moods...

[daylighteclipsed]

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as The Magic Mirror 🪞

Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs (1984)

[steamedlotusroot]

as a native chinese, i feel like some of yall are taking the gods in lego monkie kid a bit too seriously. i understand why it feels iffy to ship / make silly content of deities that people worship irl (eg. nezha, sun wukong) but it’s a phenomenon on chinese social media too. c-netizens ship the fictionalized versions of these gods, which the gods of lego monkie kid are. they aren’t the actual gods people worship; they’re slightly tweaked versions of the book characters, just like any other chinese adaptation or retelling of jttw (and such stories like fsyy) also, no, nezha isn’t a child, in lmk or jttw or sometimes irl. just because he’s often depicted in child form doesn’t make him an immortal child. eros / cupid is often depicted as a winged baby, and he has a wife and kids. it’s basically the same thing here. nothing in lmk suggests that nezha is a child (his voice, his appearance, his personality etc. all imply he is an adult), and while he’s described as youthful in jttw, he’s already 1700+ years old by then and gods can shapeshift. people only think he’s an immortal baby because that’s a popular depiction of him, since one of his prominent myths is set during his childhood. but as long as you’re talking about the god nezha (fictionalized or the religious figure) and not the human child nezha, then that’s an adult [edit: the last sentence couldve been worded better. i would summarize it as “immortal youth nezha is a valid depiction and is popularized by mythology, but adult god nezha exists too and they are NOT mutually exclusive”]

[spontaneousful]

"Is this really the world we fought so hard for?"

It was a question that always seemed to be on Blondie's mind lately. It was the only thing she could think to say as she stood in Ashlynn Ella's castle, watching the snow fall atop her fresh grave.

Apple, her friend her once-upon-a-time lover her, Apple White, ruler of Ever After, glanced over at her. "Whatever after do you mean?"

Blondie stared out the window and tried to bite her tongue. This conversation was pointless, nothing she could say would change what was. But that budding investigative journalist inside her, the one who wanted to change the world, the one she thought was stamped out long ago, couldn't leave it alone.

"Did we really fight for a future where our friends drop like flies? And condemn those who didn't agree to death along with them?"

She laughed. "Don't be silly. I haven't sentenced anyone to death."

Blondie turned around to face her. "What about Raven?"

"What about her?" Apple's gaze was piercing.

Blondie stared her down, but Apple didn't falter. Instead, she returned the stare with intensity. Blondie sighed and looked away. She couldn't stand up to Apple, she never had been able to. But the flame of anger in her still burned, and instead, she shifted the conversation.

"How many of our friends have to die for you to admit you were wrong? How many have there already been? Briar, Ashlynn, Ginger, Humphrey, Duchess, Meeshell, we're in our thirties, Apple. And yet, I'm attending a funeral every other week."

For a moment, there was no response. Then, she heard the clacking of Apple walking away. "The Ella estate is sorted out. I believe we're done here."

Blondie wanted to stop her. She wanted to scream at her. To curse the unfairness of it all. How hypocritical of her, when she had played no small part in the war of destiny versus choice.

Why? Why had she ever agreed with the side of destiny? Why had she thought this was better? Why had her own happy ever after been worth setting up her friends for slaughter? Why? Why? Why?

[snazzi-strawberri-artz]

AUGHH CLASS ASSIGNMENT YIPPEEE!!! Had to make cut out silhouette designs for 3 of our characters!!!

[turtledotjpeg]

and another @hxhbigbang24 piece! this one is for Bread Crumbs!!

It was fun to try imitating a fairytale or storybook type of illustration, and also to draw KOMUGIIIII who I don't think I have ever drawn before and that's just not right??

[liminally-spaced]

[pasdetrois]

like eve before you

George Frederic Watts, Eve Tempted (detail) • Vievee Francis, "Apologia" • Edmund Blair Leighton, The Keys (detail) • Maria Tatar, Secrets Beyond the Door: The Story of Bluebeard and His Wives • Angela Carter, "The Bloody Chamber" • Heinrich Aldegrever, Adam and Eve • Gustave Doré, Illustration for "Blue Beard" • Paul Dukas, Ariane et Barbe-bleue • Glen Duncan, I, Lucifer • Hans Baldung Grien, Eve, Serpent and Death • Erika Steiskal, Illustration for "The Bloody Chamber"

[starlightkell]

I don't straight up ship VaultGhoul, but I'm also not in the "that's disgusting, stop" camp.

I do, however, see them as deeply combative coworkers. Wherever that dynamic takes us....only the wind knows.

[junmail]

LING CHAO and XIAO TU EXCLUSIVE FAIRYTALE EPISODE 17

[saturdaysky]

First Lines

I was tagged by @mithrilwren to post the first lines of my last ten fics! What a fun trip down memory lane this was.

1) fray (Ludinus/Essek; feelbad manipulation + an intentional gap between wants and needs)

"Such a fanciful tradition," he chides, watching the light play on Thelyss' bright braids. The candlelight of his bedchambers paints them fetchingly gold. Thelyss sits with a prim tiredness on the bed, holding still while Ludinus slips the buttons of his high collar back into place. They have begun to take all of their meetings here, in recent months.

2) discretion, written with @mllekurtz (Caleb/Essek; power dynamics and clothing)

“You wore this to the court today.” The words do not feel quite real coming out of his mouth.

3) growing sunlight (Caleb/Essek; a post-canon homecoming)

Caleb shuts the door against the afternoon sun, sealing them into comfortable privacy. The curtains on his windows are likewise shut, but light seeps through them anyway, casting the room in a warm, muted glow. Dimmed daylight will gather here for hours; like a little bubble of sunset just for us, supplies his mind. He is too glad to resist whimsy. Essek's visits always make him so.

4) if only for a moment (Caleb/Essek; time travel, grief, love, a leave-taking)

It was supposed to be five minutes into the future, but Caleb is pretty sure he fucked that one up. The lurch in his stomach tells him so, as does the treacle-like quality of his perception, and the way the spell writhes in his mind.

5) the end; to hold the sun (Caleb/Essek; a Calamity AU set minutes before the city falls from the sky)

It is done. It is done.

6) brothers (Beau & Essek talk about their estranged brothers; canon-with-a-twist AU)

Essek's shoulders are tense in a way that's gonna ache later, his frame drawn tight against the endless blue sky above the bay. He leans on the salt-crusted railing and stares out at the armada gathered for the peace talks. "I am still a Thelyss," he whispers in Undercommon. "They cannot take that from us." To Beau's ears, it sounds like a prayer.

7) sanctuary, a claiming (Caleb/Essek; werewolf/witch dark fairytale AU)

The night is red. Above the Wildwood, Catha’s gentle silver eye has waned into sleep at the end of its long cycle, leaving only the ruddy gaze of its sister to light the forest. Tomorrow, Catha will wax anew into wakefulness, but tonight, when magic is strong and bloody in the air, Ruidus’ dark creatures come out to play.

8) a shape made by our hands (Caleb/Essek; in a decaying timeline, Caleb meets Essek as a child.)

The spell is almost up. He’s gotten what he came to this timeline for, and when he returns to his own, this reality will decay into nothingness like an echo. The clock ticks unrelentingly in Caleb’s head; he estimates he has at least an hour. Maybe two, maybe less; time magic is an inexact science, as it turns out.

9) fulcrum (Caleb & Trent review proper torture techniques)

He is deep in the bowels of the sanatorium and has been for three days. Caleb is doing his best not to let that fact peel him out of his head.

10) poisoning the well (Caleb character study, ft. Trent's incessant, inescapable praises)

There is the splish-splash-splash as the Nein travel through the drenched Aeorian tunnel, and then Ikithon’s voice slithers into his head, parting the layers of Caleb's privacy with ease and blotting out all other sound.

I tag @mllekurtz @ariadne-mouse @chronurgy @burningdarkfire @annundriel and anyone else who wants to do it! Tag me in, I'd love to see your first lines.

[s-aint-elmo]

digging out my eah content part 2: be the cupid and monsters reunion you want to see in the world

ID: a set of four digital drawings of c.a. cupid and blondie lockes from ever after high. one: blondie whispers in cupid’s ear, her speech bubbles containing monster high’s skullette and a bat, while cupid listens, wide-eyed. two: a scribbly cupid kicks down a door, tearfully exclaiming, “ghouls holy fuck” in mimicry of the phineas and ferb “mom holy fuck” meme. three: blondie winks and throws a peace sign at the camera in the foreground, while, off-screen frankie, cupid and draculaura reunite by calling out each other’s names. raven, also off-screen, wonders, “wait, didn’t headmaster grimm lock the door?” four: the screen iris outs on blondie, still winking, like the endcard to a cartoon.