#fairy tale figure

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Anne Halford ; Sugar Apple Fairy Tale ☆ Design Coco

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Have this Fairy Tale AU to reign in the new year!!

In this AU the prince(s) charming from all the classic stories falls in love with the woodsman rather than their Fairy tale loves after being saved from a band of marauders on their way to the castle one night

Meanwhile the woodsman (Y/N in this case) has decided to hunt down all the dark beasts in the shadows they can find to finally give the kingdom some peace, weather it be wolves or trolls or dragons, they want the people of the kingdom to feel safe. (Some more than others)

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Sugar Apple Fairy Tale figure set by Design COCO

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Alice's Adventures in Wonderland [original character illustrated by Akakura] 1/6 scale from Union Creative coming October 2024.

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♡ Anne Halford (Sugar Apple Fairy Tale) - Design Coco

[roserefrain]

“Some things are worth a little risk.”

beautiful floriaster commission drawn by @moonsetsoda !!!

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• 𝔸 𝔻𝕠𝕫𝕖𝕟 ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕤 •

Fairy Tail AU - Multi chapter fic - Dead Dove Content

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔶 𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔢.

𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔲𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤; 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔞 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤?

♔ 𝔒𝔫𝔢 ♔

♔ 𝔗𝔴𝔬 ♔

♔ 𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢 ♔

♔ 𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔯 ♔

♔ 𝔉𝔦𝔳𝔢 ♔

♔ 𝔖𝔦𝔵 ♔

♔ 𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 ♔

Little Whispers - Prince Chris x Lady-In-Waiting!reader

Warnings for the series (each chapter will also be labeled individually): 18+ MDNI, dead dove content, incest, father/daughter incest, power imbalance, violent acts, bodily harm, blood, murder, minor character death, masturbation, unprotected sex, dirty thoughts/talk, pussy inspection, corruption kink, virginity kink, kissing, oral, vaginal fingering, thigh riding, groping, possessiveness, kissing

**Warnings are subject to change so please check back as the story progresses

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Story Ideas I'm Never Going to Write #1: The Midnight Door

A mashup retelling of "Cinderella" and "The Twelve Dancing Princesses"

Main character is a young woman who is heiress to an estate and fortune that can pass down along the female line. Her father has remarried a woman with two sons of her own. Stepmother resents that Cinderella is going to get everything while she has two sons who get nothing.

Cinderella is in love with a seventh son who's also a soldier. An upcoming ball is going to be Cinderella's last chance to see him before he goes off to war.

Cinderella's father disapproves of this relationship, believing the soldier to be a fortune hunter. To keep Cinderella away from him, he forbids her from going to the ball and the family leaves her behind.

As Cinderella is mourning this, she is visited by a fairy who offers to help, giving her a ballgown and transportation to the ball (as well as magically ensuring that her family doesn't recognize her) so long as she returns by midnight.

Cinderella has a wonderful evening, bids her beloved a fond farewell after promises of everlasting devotion, and returns at the stroke of twelve. She thanks the fairy profusely, wondering how she can ever repay her.

The fairy says she'll think of something.

The next night, at the stroke of midnight, a door appears in Cinderella's room. When Cinderella walks through, she finds herself in a magical garden. The fairy states that the door will appear in Cinderella's room each night, which will allow her to come to the fairy's home and complete a few small tasks to show her gratitude for the help she received in getting to the ball. If Cinderella refuses, this will be proof that she is a wicked, ungrateful child deserving of magical punishment.

Cinderella has no choice but to agree. The door appears each night, and Cinderella spends each night completing tasks for the fairy--sometimes ordinary cleaning or gardening tasks that she doesn't want to waste magic on, sometimes on quests into the magical wilds to find items that are best retrieved by a pure-hearted human. Sometimes, the fairy offers magical help with these tasks, which only gives Cinderella more debt to work off.

This leaves Cinderella exhausted during the daytime, and eventually, her family notices. The stepmother thinks that this is proof that Cinderella is living a pampered, worthless lifestyle, and she convinces her husband that Cinderella needs to take up more responsibilities if she wants to live up to her role as heiress to the estate.

Cinderella tries not going through the door a few times, but time always stays frozen at the stroke of midnight until she goes through the door.

Cinderella's father figures out that she's going somewhere at night, but since the magic keeps everyone in the house asleep while she's gone, and keeps her from telling anyone the truth, he's unable to figure it out.

He recruits the help of some eligible young men in the area (hoping that this will also help her forget about the soldier and agree to marry a suitable man). Since the bonds of marriage are stronger than the bonds of gratitude that bind Cinderella to the fairy's service, the fairy gets worried that she might lose the best servant she's ever had, so she takes the precaution of stealing away the young men who try to solve the mystery, turning them to stone, and leaving them as statues in her garden.

The fairy has a brother who eventually comes by and learns about the situation. The brother doesn't approve of his sister's cruelty in general (which is why he interacts with her as little as possible), and he has a sympathy for humans after spending a portion of his young life as a changeling. He learns that his sister has no intention of ever allowing Cinderella to work off the debt, and he tries to force her to set Cinderella (and the stone suitors) free.

The sister is enraged, and with her stronger magic, she casts her brother out into the human world, leaving him weak and nearly powerless .

He's in this weakened state when a soldier comes by and offers help. Taking food from a human will leave the fairy in a debt to him similar to the one that binds Cinderella to his sister's service, but he's too weak to care much.

A conversation with the soldier reveals that he's actually Cinderella's sweetheart, newly returned from the war. The fairy is unable to directly tell him what's happening to Cinderella, but since he's now bound to the soldier's service, it is totally legal for him to set up a situation where the soldier can figure out what's going on for himself.

The fairy gives the soldier an invisibility cloak, and advises him to go to Cinderella's father and offer to solve the mystery. The father figures that this is a win-win situation--either the soldier solves the mystery and they resolve the situation that's harming Cinderella and stealing away these young men, or the soldier will get stolen away and her father won't have to worry about this unsuitable suitor chasing after her.

The cloak and the fairy bound to his service protect the soldier from any detection by the sister's magic, and he follows Cinderella and figures out what's going on. They could break Cinderella's bond of service by getting married, but Cinderella refuses to free herself until she can free all the innocent men who've been caught up in this.

The three of them figure out a way to save the suitors and defeat the evil fairy, Cinderella's father learns the truth and agrees to let Cinderella marry her true love, and everyone lives happily ever after.

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fa cup 25.05.24

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Anne and Challe are getting figures and I'm so glad they look good!! 💗

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Higurashi Kagome ; InuYasha ☆ Culture Entertainment

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If Nina and I were given a basic hallmark movie script and even a totally average-to-decent budget and, most importantly, entire creative control to change anything we wanted—you would not BELIEVE the masterpiece we could create.

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Challe Fenn Challe [Sugar Apple Fairy Tale] 1/7 scale from Design Coco coming August 2025.

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Have I mentioned lately that creating AUs is the most fun thing ever? You get to take a story you love and then mash it against another type of story you love and fit all their pieces together like they're a jigsaw puzzle. You get to find all the unexpected points of similarity where the stories fit together really well, and see the places where their differences change and make commentary on the original stories/genres in really interesting ways.

And then once you fit the pieces together, you get to look at the new world you've made and see how these characters in this specific world have different conflicts and explore new themes, and you get to play with another level of puzzles as you figure out what this means for this story.

It's the most fun ever. It's my favorite game.

[feral-renaissance-cat]

Who Defines True Love Anyway?

At first the curse had stuck dread into the hearts of everyone at court, a harsh reminder of why manners are important even with unpleasant guests, but the mercy of the other fairies removed the threat of death and the room breathed a collective sigh of relief.

And so the king and queen began preparations.

Princess Aurora was doomed to prick her finger on a spindle at the age of sixteen and fall into an unwakeable slumber unless freed by true love's kiss. One of the king's advisors suggested they burn all spindles in the kingdom and ban the trade of them so Aurora could never encounter one. That advisor did not keep his job long. Everyone else knew better than to disrupt such a vital industry. Instead Aurora was taught to spin from an early age. She pricked her fingers many a time, and never so much as yawned afterward. However, she did gradually learn how to handle the tools of spinning and weaving safely, and by the time she was nine she was making clothes for her dolls and gifts for visiting dignitaries. The kingdom received many visitors as part of the second phase of the royal couple's plans.

Once a week, the castle opened its doors to the children of its kingdom. Aurora was encouraged to mingle with noble heirs and farmers' sons and doctors' daughters and anyone with whom she may someday fall in love. The doors were also always open to visitors from neighboring realms who were eager to strengthen political ties. Aurora, naturally, didn't get along with all of the children, but she was never short of friends and as she grew older she had several whose company she requested more than others, including all three children of the emperor from the other side of the mountains. The two brothers were older than she but the sister was only a month younger and also enjoyed weaving. The brothers, regardless, were happy to accompany Aurora on her excursions through the woods to find ingredients for dyes.

It was when she was thirteen that her parents first sat her down and told her of the curse. “Is there anyone you hold dear in your heart?” her mother asked.

Aurora thought a moment, then said, “I hold you and father dear. I hold my nanny and tutors dear, except maybe strict old Professor Caslo. And I take joy in my time with Elyse, whose parents run the bookshop. She knows so many stories and she tells them wonderfully.”

The king and queen exchanged a glance. “Is there anyone you find handsome? Or beautiful?” her father asked. “Is there anyone you see who makes your heart flutter like a bird preparing to sing?”

Aurora grinned. “Yes! Whenever the merchants come with wool and flax and cotton I can spin, or silken thread, or baubles I can weave into my projects, my heart leaps and dances with excitement!”

With heavy hearts, the king and queen explained to her that this was not true love. It was love of someone’s company, or a love of learning, or a love of her craft, but not a love that could break the curse. She needed to find someone she could give her heart to, so that in return they could wake her with a kiss. Aurora despaired, for she loved nothing more than the company of her friends and the lessons of her tutors and the art of weaving. How could she possibly love a single person more than any of those?

For the next three years Aurora strained her heart. She looked for qualities in all her friends that drew her more to one than the other. She had Elyse secretly whisper tales of romance to her so she could try to understand how two people could fall so deeply in love that it forsook all other loves. She asked the princes from over the mountain to tell her of their own affections for other princesses, which they gladly did for their whole journey out into the woods. Aurora listened to their words and barely understood any of them. It sounded to her that both the princes and the authors of Elyse’s tales were being silly and making things up. How could one look from another person turn your insides into bubbles? How could one become so obsessed with the color of someone’s eyes or the shape of their hands? How could thoughts of a person make you lose sleep at night as though they were an idea for a new pattern you were eager to figure out before morning so you could start work on it at once?

The day of her sixteenth birthday dawned with dread. Aurora dared not touch even her loom for fear that she might bring the curse upon herself. She had not found anyone she loved the way she was told she should. If she pricked her finger now, she would surely never awake from the magical slumber.

Aurora tried and tried to love as she was expected to love. She hoped that, perhaps, if she devoted herself to someone, love would follow. She chose the middle son of a merchant, who sold his father’s nettle and hemp thread but was happy to gift Aurora with as much as she desired. In exchange she made him all sorts of tunics and trinkets with it, relieved that she did not have to spin it herself. She liked the smile he gave her when she presented him with her latest work, and convinced herself that that was love.

Her parents saw these smiles and gifts exchanged between the two and were at peace. Surely this was a perfect match, or rather as perfect as it would get. They would have preferred if she gave her heart to someone of nobility, but this meant that their precious daughter was safe from the curse.

Aurora did not feel safe. She felt trapped in a performance, the script of which she did not know but everyone else seemed to have memorized. She played her part the best she could, all the while fearing the day she got it wrong and had to admit that none of it was true from the start. The worry and grief ate at her day by day. Eventually she could take it no longer. She lay down in her bed with her favorite spindle, and pricked her finger upon its point.

There was a great stir in the castle when the princess’s sleeping body was found the next day. The king and queen called for the merchant’s son at once. He knew nothing of her curse, and so was distraught to see her lying as still and pale as a corpse. “It is only magic, boy!” the king assured him. “A kiss will wake her!”

But the kiss of the merchant’s son did not wake her. Neither a chaste kiss on the hand nor an impassioned kiss to her cold lips made any difference. What was once a stir became a panic, and then a frenzy. A decree went out that anyone who loved the princess with all their hearts should come to the castle at once.

A slew of suitors whom Aurora had brushed off as nuisances were first at the door. The queen recognized them as ones her daughter had complained about and sent them away; it could not be true love if it were one-sided.

Elyse came with the words of her stories emboldening her heart. She could very well be a hero from a romantic tale, for she did love her time with Aurora and how the sweet princess had listened to her with such rapt attention. With a dashing swish of her traveling cloak she knelt to kiss Aurora. Nothing came of it, and Elyse walked home in disappointment.

The royal children from beyond the mountains came as soon as they received the king’s desperate plea. The princes regarded Aurora as more of a second sister than a true love, but they tried nonetheless. Even the princess gave Aurora a teary kiss as well, though more to say farewell to her favorite weaving partner.

When that did not work, the king fell to his knees and wept. He kissed his treasured daughter on the cheek in hopes that perhaps their familial love would suffice, and continued his weeping anew when Aurora remained in slumber.

The princess from beyond the mountains saw that Aurora still clutched her spindle as she slept. The queen, who was on the verge of collapse from sorrow, explained that Aurora held it too tightly for anyone to take it from her without force, and none dared to possibly harm those skilled fingers. The mere thought was too much for the queen to bear and she fell beside her husband at the edge of Aurora’s bed. The foreign princess thought back to all those hours she and Aurora had spent at their looms and spinning wheels, the way Aurora was in her deepest throes of emotion either when a finished project brought her sincerest joy or some error of the machinery frustrated her until she turned bright red in anger, the excitement with which Aurora would show her some new method of spinning her thread to enhance its strength or color. Carefully, the princess from beyond the mountains lifted Aurora’s arm and brought the spindle to the sleeping beauty’s lips.

The silence that fell as everyone watched in anticipation was so absolute that the gasp Aurora made upon waking seemed, by comparison, as loud and howling as a hurricane’s gale. She sat up in bed and beheld the scene around her; her parents all but prostrate upon the floor, the princes at the foot of her bed, and the foreign princess standing above her, holding her hand as well as the spindle within it. Thinking it was the other princess whose kiss awoke her, Aurora blushed with guilt.

“If it was you whose love saved me,” she said, “I am sorry to say that I only ever thought of you as one of my dearest friends, and I desired nothing more than that friendship.”

The princess from beyond the mountains laughed with relief and told her, “As I desired nothing more from you. It was the spindle’s kiss who saved you.”

Aurora stared at the spindle, then looked to the mark on her other hand where the point had pricked her. “But it was the spindle’s kiss that cursed me,” she said.

One of the princes shrugged in the dramatic way of young noble men. “What is love if not a curse that ultimately saves us?” he said.

Aurora took this as another of the prince’s silly remarks, and yet she finally felt the truth of it, for she did love nothing as much as her work, despite her wish that she could love a person so well, but which she would not give up for the world.

The kingdom then rejoiced, for the princess was saved. She later married a lesser prince by law only, because he too had love only for his studies although he admired and praised her work, and whose family feared he too would never find a wife. She in turn found him to be of good wit and almost as good a storyteller as Elyse to keep her entertained at her loom. Just as it had been in her childhood, Aurora kept the castle open for children of all manner to gather and socialize. She and her husband adopted several orphans from these gatherings as their heirs, and Aurora taught them all to spin and weave. She loved her husband and children as she loved her mother and father and all her friends, but throughout her life it was known in her kingdom and all others that her true love was the spindle.