#curse of briar rose

[my-desertroses]

I'm a bit sad. I have been a long time fan of the Dark Parables games that were developed by Blue Tea Games and Eipix Entertainment and released by Big Fish Games and I just found out that there probably won't be any more. The reason for this is that Blue Tea Games has been inactive since sometime in 2019, which was the year of the release of the 16th, and probably final, game in the series; Dark Parables: Portrait of the Stained Princess. So I checked Eipix Entertainment, ya know, just in case, and it turns out Eipix Entertainment was acquired by Playrix Entertainment that same year and has not released any new games on its own since so now I'm sad. On the bright side, I do have all 16 games and can play them anytime I want but I'm still sad that there probably won't be any new ones because they're so good!!!

[ollamhproductions]

It's time to see what's going on with this Briar Rose case. It's not easy being a Fairy Tale Detective, nobody believes what you see is real…

Going live now!

[darkparablesthorst]

MISS MAAM ILY

[periodcostumefantasylover]

Briar Roses dress & headpiece in The Curse of Sleeping Beauty

[venti-death-watch]

okay. diluc’s mother and crepus’ wife was a hexenzirkel member and based off sleeping beauty & brunhild from der ring des nigelung

[booplesgear]

Meant to post this a while ago publicly during Pride Month, but here's some Red Like Roses yuri food for y'all.

[helenapsent]

I recently decided to go through the entire "Dark Parables" ciel and I want to express a couple of my thoughts on it

I love the line of games from Blue Tea Games, they turn my mind upside down and inspire me to do new things every time. I go through these games for the story because it introduces me to a state of deep admiration and wonder every time.

I have a strange relationship with the first game in this lineup. "Curse of Briar Rose. This installment threw off my gameplay a few times, it bullied me that way, and there was also one single location that left me with my nose and hitting an object at a guess :^)

Also, it really killed me that in order to open the bonus room, you have to go through the game again in EXPERT MODE to unlock the SECRET room 💀💀💀

That made me give up

But now that I'm on my second playthrough, I realize that these games bring out a genuine curiosity in me and a fucking masochism to suffer through expert mode (although I'm as proficient at these games as I am at seeds, I never set the bar to expert level)

I think it's time for an expert challenge

[peacemore-springs]

A Slumberous Curse

A poem

William Morris wrote a complete poem titled 'For the Briar-Rose' to accompany Edward Burne-Jones’s The Legend of the Briar Rose painting series.

The poem consists of four stanzas, each corresponding to one of the major panels: The Briar Wood, The Council Room, The Garden Court, The Rosebower.

[joyfulmagic]

Headcanon: Briar Rose & Sleeping After The Curse

CW: Insomnia, PTSD, Narcolepsy, Nightmares, Sleepwalking

Aurora Briar Rose, upon recovering from the curse thanks to Prince Phillip’s true love’s kiss, developed a sleeping disorder. Unfortunately, residuals from the curse were nightmares about being cursed to be in an eternal sleep once more. Due to this, Briar Rose develops an stress-induced state of insomnia.

Thankfully, her fairy godmothers aid Briar Rose by giving her a magical potion that helps her sleep. Despite this, however, Briar Rose has intense nightmares and even sleepwalk at times. This has caused her to have guards take shifts of watching her and her husband sleeping, ensuring she didn’t sleepwalk to danger.

Prince Phillip, now King Consort Phillip, also put up gates on the windows so Briar Rose wouldn’t fall. Unfortunately, this caused more nightmares for Briar Rose as it reminded her of the spindle with how pointy the tips of the gate were and they needed to be taken down. Instead, the windows are now simply “Briar Rose Proof’d” magically by the fairies who love Briar Rose.

[corvianbard]

#6525

Touch not a spindle, Oh fair princess of briar rose. You do not wish to kindle A witch's curse.

[ingeniousmindoftune]

Could you please write a fic about stack cheating with mary and getting turned, with reader being the one to find him with smoke? thats messy but i looooove me some drama

Smoke in the Room

Pairing: Stack Moore xblack!reader

Featuring: Mary (the other woman)

Setting: Urban supernatural underworld, 2025

Tone: Dark, sensual, heartbreaking

Theme: When betrayal is laced with magic… it burns deeper.

Mixture of the movie with a mixture of modern day.

You felt it before you saw it—a sudden electric shock racing down your spinal column, a tightening in your gut like shards of ice-water sluicing through bone. The world contracted into a single, breathless instant before your mind even managed to whisper a warning.

Stack had been a ghost for weeks—his messages reduced to curt, one-word texts; his late-night returns scented with damp asphalt and the bitter tang of regret. The warm amber glow that once lit his eyes had dimmed, replaced by something distant and hollow that haunted the edges of his gaze. You told yourself it was the city’s unrest—Sinner raids whipping violence into every alley—but you blamed anything and everything except the truth gnawing at your ribs.

Still, a frantic voice inside you had been screaming.

Tonight, you followed him under the fractured glow of streetlights, past graffiti-carved walls and shuttered storefronts, along cracked sidewalks where weeds thrust through concrete. You trailed him to the abandoned church on East Briar: its gabled roof sagging, its rose window a spiderweb of shattered stained glass. A thin crescent moon poured pale light through those violet-and-gold shards, splintering into fractured prisms on the rotting stone steps. Your heart pounded so fiercely it drowned out distant sirens, each beat an urgent drum in your ears. Fingertips whitening, you gripped the rusted handle of your car door, knuckles flaking with rust. You didn’t believe in miracles—only proof.

The heavy oak doors moaned on ancient hinges as you shoved them open. A sliver of moonlight cut through the darkness, illuminating motes of dust drifting in the stagnant air like ghostly fireflies. You slipped inside and froze.

There they were: Stack—shirt torn away—his chest heaving with ragged, desperate breaths. Mary leaned over him, her skin a pale, luminous ivory; her slender fingers splayed across his collarbone, nails tipped crimson. She pressed her lips to the hollow of his neck, her tongue tracing a slick, scarlet ribbon that gleamed in the moonlight. His eyes—your eyes—burned with an unnatural, furious red, veins pulsing with dark hunger.

Your lungs locked. Leaning against a decaying pew, you tasted iron on your tongue—was it your blood, or the taint of betrayal? A wave of heat rolled through the ruined nave, thick with the scent of mildew and something far fouler. Every hair on your arms prickled as the grim communion played out before you.

He’d been turned. And he hadn’t told you. Worse still—he’d allowed her to do it.

Mary straightened, voice as smooth as spun silk sliding over a razor’s edge. “You taste better when you’re broken, baby,” she purred, trailing a ruby-stained fingertip across his quivering lips.

A low, guttural growl rumbled in Stack’s throat—once a sound that sent thrills skittering through you, now a jagged blade across your heart.

You must have gasped, because he whirled toward you, eyes blazing like liquid fire. Dark crimson stained the corners of his mouth. “Y/N—” His name ripped through the shadows, half curse, half plea. But you were already stepping back.

Smoke emerged at your elbow, coalescing from curling tendrils of shadow as if he’d been waiting in the darkness all along. His coat hung heavy around him, black as night; his face was calm, implacable, an anchor of iron in the storm. He was Stack’s darker half—nightfall and steel—yet the only one who still carried any light.

His sharp gaze flicked between you and the vampire embrace. “What the hell did you do, Stack?” he demanded.

Mary’s lips curled into a venomous smile. “He made his choice.”

Your voice trembled. “You let her turn you? Let her—touch you?”

Stack stepped toward you, fangs gleaming. Smoke’s hand shot out, firm on his shoulder, halting him. “Back off.”

Stack’s jaw worked, pain and defiance warring on his face. “You don’t get to stand between me and her.”

Smoke’s eyes narrowed to slits of burning coal. “You already stood between you and her the second you sold your soul for that blood.”

Mary sighed, exasperated. “Brothers and their theatrics.”

You watched them—two fractured reflections of the man you once loved, shattered beyond repair.

“I was going to tell you,” Stack croaked, voice ragged with remorse. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like this—Mary, she—”

“You chose her,” you snapped, voice brittle. “You chose this.”

Your chest constricted as love and grief twisted inside you. Even now, watching him corrupted, you couldn’t extinguish the ember of feeling that still burned for him.

Smoke’s voice was a low command. “Come with me. Now.”

You hesitated, thumb brushing the cracked leather of your jacket, every fiber of you aching to turn back.

Stack took another step forward. “Please don’t go.”

You met that pleading, wild gaze and whispered, “You already did.”

Without another word, you turned on your heel and walked away into the ink-black night, Smoke’s silhouette close at your side. Behind you, Stack’s anguished scream echoed through empty stone halls—a requiem for everything you’d lost.

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I know you wanted smoke to find him with her in the beginning but I switched it up a bit, I hope you still like it. Let me know if you want a Part 2—maybe we could do Stack trying to win you back, maybe Smoke starts catching feelings for yyou, maybe you embrace your power and make them both pay. I’m here for all the drama.

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[qwilrin]

I guess this post is about help.. 🥲😂

I don't speak English, so there may be mistakes here, as I wrote the post through a translator.

I found a small fanfic on the Internet. The plot was that Maleficent, traveling between two worlds, met (y/n) and they became friends. Maleficent often joked about (y/n), suggesting that in the future, if the former had a boy in her family, then (y/n) would marry him.(It is important to clarify here that (y/n) is a person cursed with immortality or an artificially created life (and therefore immortal).)

As they parted, Maleficent and (y/n) exchanged pendants. (y/n) had a pendant - a magical artifact, a small music box that requires magic to operate. (y/n) really didn't want to say goodbye to her friend, but she had to. For Maleficent, (y/n) became the person who saved her from loneliness, the one who could give the right advice. In turn, the fairy, having returned to her native world, shared with her subjects the wonderful memories of (y/n) and spread the melody of the lullaby of that box. This made (y/n) an important historical figure in Briar Valley. (The cleaver there, by the way, had a certain coat of arms of (y/n)'s family. The author also gave a note that that the main character has pink hair and eyes the color of scarlet roses, which is why scarlet roses were Maleficent's favorite flowers. Also, the main character had magic (something like the dendro element in Genshin 🥲).

At the end of the fanfic, (y/n) ends up in Twisted Wonderland, where she learns from strangers about herself, where she is literally idolized on par with the Fairy of Thorns. I don't remember exactly, but it seems like uh It seems that the students of Diasomnia told her everything, and Malleus told her about a pendant with a miniature music box inside, which is a family heirloom, and (y/n) recognized her pendant in the description. In the end, she couldn't hold back her emotions and burst into tears in front of the Diasomnia four, in my thoughts thanks to Maleficent for all the years of friendship.

I just put "(y/n)" everywhere, but the main character had her own beautiful name in the fanfic - Helix. I found this name in my notes and remembered this fanfic.

I read it a long time ago, but I lost this fanfic. But the plot made me cry. I hope at least someone will notice my post and write such a mini-fanfic😭 (I wouldn't be surprised if in the end the fairies will even be happy about the union of their prince with (y/n)...)

[estcaligo]

an idea that came to mind:

*Referencing Sleeping Beauty. Romantic Malleus x F.Yuu. *Mention of death.

Malleus and Yuu get married, but at the wedding, a fae (perhaps one who was in love with Malleus or hoped to wed a child to him) casts a curse on the couple. The curse declares that soon Yuu will be pricked by a "Royal Thorn" and fall into a deep slumber (basically death).

Desperate to protect Yuu, Malleus orders every thorn in the kingdom to be cut down, eliminating even the slightest possibility of the curse coming true. He even burns down the beloved Briar Rose garden, carefully cultivated by the Draconias for centuries - all for his dear wife.

For a time, all thorns are gone, and the kingdom enjoys a period of peace (very short). Then, one day, the happy couple shares an intimate moment and begin to kiss, and Malleus's fangs accidentally prick Yuu's lips.

Curses and prophecies are often vague, and the fae never specified which part of Yuu's body would be pricked, nor what exactly a "Royal Thorn" might be. In the end, it was Malleus's own fangs.

Blood trickles from Yuu's lips - this has happened before, but this time, Malleus holds his wife in his arms as the light fades from her eyes, her eyelids growing heavy until they finally close. She falls into a slumber. It's not death - yet - but it's not quite life either.

Is there a way to wake her? Who knows.

But with his powers, Malleus can, at the very least, make her time in this slumber a happy one. If he cannot wake her, he will ensure that her dream is filled with happiness. Forever if necessary.

[darkparablesthorst]

this is supposed to be ivy but i couldn't get her right

[periodcostumefantasylover]

The curse of sleeping beauty

[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