#fairytale lies

[neodiekido]

little red riding hood and the boy who cried wolf

[nellonsartblog]

Wanted to draw something with a bit more pizzazz to kickstart this blog, but the puppet brainrot is real and I couldn't commit to one idea so y'all got scribbles instead :')

[koszmarnybudyn]

The kids will some day be fine.

Cw. Blood on the second picture:

[triumph-of-adaptation]

Rachel Byler

[teecupangel]

sooo Desmond is an Irish name, so fae Desmond?? 👀 haven’t been able to get to my laptop to search your blog if you've already done this idea, but I thought I’d throw it out there anyway!

am a big fan of Weird fae, like when you look at them you think they should be human but something about them is so obviously not. uncanny valley with a side of fight-flight-or-freeze instincts kicking in just from being around them.

is this something something that comes from his parents? is it all Isu bullshit? is it something he changes into or is he born with it?? on that vein, what if he was a changeling child? lots of ways of incorporating the Isu and the calculations into that for sure

(am one of the anons who keeps coming back for renaissance baker Desmond, so thank you very much for answering those asks, and also for just being a rad individual in general. am still catching up on Eagle of Alamut, I think I’m around chapter 30, and absolutely LOVE what you've already done with it and where you’re taking it. my sib assures me Altaïr makes his appearance soon, and I'm GREATLY looking forward to it.

thanks again, I hope you're well 🧡) —bread anon

(Thank you! I try my best hahahaha. I am so sorry for being slow on asks and replies TTATT

I hope you’re enjoying the rest of Eagle of Alamut… especially Altaïr’s appearance hehehe)

Desmond Miles always knew he was different.

The other kids call him ‘ugly’ and they don’t like to play with him.

He had cried in his mother’s arms and told her what happened and she just… she looked somber.

She patted his head and held him close, comforted him with soft words and a warm hug.

Never once did she say anything about his face.

He was a little bit older when he realized why they think he was ugly.

There were no mirrors in their home.

Or even in the training building he spent most of his childhood in.

But there was a hand mirror in the infirmary.

Desmond never had a reason to go there. What he lacked in brute strength, he made up by being faster than anyone on the Farm.

He had went to the infirmary to take the first aid kit. One of the other kids had a painful gash on his arm. It wasn’t life-threatening but it needed to be cleaned and disinfected.

Desmond had been ordered to get the first aid.

He supposed it was because he had been the reason the boy had hurt himself, trying to run away from him like he was being chased by demons during a ‘game’ of tag.

They always run like they were scared for their lives when Desmond was ‘it’.

The doctor wasn’t inside so Desmond went towards the cupboard that would have the small boxes of first aids stacked on the bottom shelf.

He stopped when he noticed the hand mirror.

And saw his reflection for the first time.

Desmond Miles was not ugly.

But there was something in his features that made him seemed… strange.

It wasn’t anything that can be physically described about his facial structure.

He looked human but there was something in the human brain that just made it scream ‘danger’.

Desmond couldn’t explain it.

But he could see it.

He didn’t bring the first aid back to training.

He went home.

His mother was cooking something.

“What am I, mama?”

She didn’t seemed surprised by the question. She looked resigned.

She looked like she had been waiting for the day he would ask the very same question.

She led him to the dining room, letting whatever was on the stove continue to simmer in low heat.

“You’re my son, my dear little fairy.”

She didn’t held the same unnatural feel as he felt when he looked at his reflection.

But it didn’t sound like a lie.

Her hands trembled as she caressed his cheeks.

Her smile was genuine as she whispered, “You will always be my baby.”

But he could hear it.

The fear in the voice.

Whatever he was…

He was affecting her too.

Yet she didn’t try to run.

So he hugged her, pressing his face against her stomach.

Her trembling stopped and she held him like she was afraid he was going to disappear from her grasps.

She didn’t fear him if she didn’t see his face.

Whatever he was…

It was the face that scared all of them.

.

Once upon a time, a young woman married a young man by the orders of her father. The man loved her but she did not. No matter what she did, she could not. She tried to be the best wife she could be.

She did not love him but she bore him a son. A weak little thing, more fragile than glass and smaller than any other child in their little commune.

She loved her child more than anything in the world.

But the world did not.

The child died during one cold winter night while her husband had been away.

In her grief, she took the cold body of her dead child and ran towards the forest, as silent as she was taught by her own father.

She came across a circle of mushrooms.

And heard the whispers of the fairy queen when she stood in the circle of it.

The fairy queen will save her child.

But he will become one of them.

“Yes! I agree! Please, save him!” The mother begged on her knees.

The fairy queen did not do it out of the goodness of her heart.

She was one of three rulers of their little fairy kingdom, long destroyed by the wrath of the sun.

She was nothing more than a ghost, traveling to the far future.

The mother gave the corpse to the ghost.

And the ghost gave it new life.

The mother thanked her as she held the warm body of her son.

And the ghost disappeared.

The mushroom circle melted like metal.

And mother and child returned to their home.

.

Centuries ago, Minerva saw a future which the Assassins and Templars waste years fighting each other instead of finding a way to save the world.

She saw a future where Desmond Miles would die to save the world in their stead.

So she made a different choice.

There was no one to stop her.

Tinia had long given up, waiting for the end as he drinks and drinks and drinks.

Juno remains imprisoned in the Grand Temple.

She was the only one left.

She changed the trajectory of the Calculations to one where Desmond Miles died as a weak human baby.

She created a device and had it transported to where his mother would walk into in her grief, her mind weakened to the point of thinking of falling off the cliff nearby with her dead son in her arms.

It was a device she had created using Consus’ research.

Consus’ research cannot bring back the dead.

But with Minerva’s modification…

It could clone the dead.

But she didn’t clone the weak human baby that would die centuries from now.

She created a child made of Desmond Miles’ DNA from that tragic future.

And added her own DNA to reinforce his body and mind.

A new future the Calculations could not predict.

A new future where Desmond Miles is both human and not.

Minerva did not know if this would be a better future.

Still…

She does not regret it.

At the very least, before she died…

She was able to save someone.

[bestworstcase]

what ruby says: are we supposed to be mourning jaune’s make-believe friends?

what she means: jaune labeled all the paper pleasers with the names of his friends and then abused them for years, ignoring everything they told him about what they wanted because he decided they needed to be protected from themselves because they were too stupid and crazy to really mean what they said. (<- ruby knows exactly how that feels.) the paper pleasers were not his friends, he didn’t care about them—they were props to make him feel better. they were real people whom jaune treated like toys to play pretend about saving his real friends. the make-believe hero. and ruby’s supposed to feel sorry for him now? because his little toys finally broke free?

what wby+j probably hear: ruby thinks it’s stupid to care about the paper pleasers because afterans aren’t real people.

what salem says: none of that matters anymore! why spend our lives trying to redeem these humans when we could replace them with what they could never be?

what she means: the brothers never had the right to massacre humankind, and now that they have abandoned remnant, abdicated their responsibility as its creators, and sworn not to return until they’re summoned, nothing they say matters at all. these humans did nothing wrong and the gods gave them nothing and deserve nothing in return; trying to ‘redeem’ these humans is a waste of time because there is nothing to redeem. the only person alive who needs redemption before the gods is salem herself, and she doesn’t want it—because to redeem herself is to justify what the brothers did, to say that the slaughter of the whole planet and the millions of years she spent in solitude were good and just and fair, and she knows that isn’t true. the gods want humans to grovel for forgiveness? the gods can burn.

what ozma probably hears: salem wants to kill everybody because she doesn’t think these humans are real people.

[julissart]

Day 2: Fairytale

@sanusoweek

Day 1 || Day 2 || Day 3 || Day 4 || Day 5 || Day 6 || Day 7

[platoapproved]

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hey quick question: you ever read something so fucking sad it gives you a stomachache?

[millidank]

P & Alice (Disney version)

The bright theme definitely doesn't fit with Lies of P, but because Alice here is a sweetie, she brightens up the darkness away and gave him warm tea 🌸 for once, P deserves something nice ❤️

IG sucks I couldn't find the song for my image on there, so here is the song that I based off from TvT

[ataleofcrowns]

Patreon exclusive: Bonus romantic snippet featuring A/R, released for all tiers!

[lostinsaltburn]

Poison Apple - Ch 18

Felix buzzed with energy, happiness threatening to burst the seams of his body until he was just a glowing ball of light. Sometimes it felt like too much, like he wouldn’t be able to get enough oxygen and might simply die on the spot because the sight of his beautiful Omega took his ability to breathe away. The smile that came along with the idea of how absolutely content he would be with dying like that tugged so painful at his cheeks when it couldn’t spread any wider. 

The intense energy of the bond flowed through him and he couldn’t understand what he wanted more. To slice them both open so they could fuck on top of their melding blood and be taken into the afterlife to spend eternity together while their dead lifeless bodies remain intertwined in the ultimate version of becoming one. Or, stripping completely naked and spending the rest of his life rubbing his naked, slippery, bodily fluid covered body all over Oliver’s. His only sustenance until he died would be Oliver’s sweat, slick and cum and he’d savor every second of it. 

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“You’re the only friend I’ve ever had Felix” and didn't that just shatter his heart into a million pieces. The softest tone he’d ever heard in Oliver’s voice, the minute change and slight crack revealing the vulnerability in the words. 

“I don’t know what you are Olls, I don’t know who you are but I know” Felix’s voice cracked much the same Oliver’s had, his throat tightening around the words as the painfully stinging tears filled his eyes, his heart constricting with the intensity of emotions filling his body as he looked once again over at his Omega, his love, his little Ollie. “But I know you make my blood run warm, like every second of every day I’m experiencing the first ray of sunlight warming me on a cold winter morning. You make me feel like I never have. Like I’m finally whole and the pain I always felt was because I was missing a part of myself, a part that only you could fill.” Felix spoke through the tears freely flowing down his face. The sob he heard in return from Oliver had them both in a fit of laughter, lightening the intensity of the room. 

All the gooey sweet fluff I could muster <3

[powerin]

“pinocchio never needed to become a real boy because he was worthy just for being born” is not the take i thought that would come out of the 21st century but it is a refreshing one

[ethervela]

Sophia from Lies of P

[n0stalg1a404]

I'm bored. Gonna make a google slides presentation as to why dark retellings of fairytales are considered edgy and how it's Disney's fault.

[lovelyllamasblog]

Mildred Goldstraw

Parent's Story: Rumpelstiltskin

Powerful Qualities: Confident, patient, courageous

Roommate: Maple Spinner

Secret Heart’s Desire: Like any princess out there, I want to find my One True Love.

My “Magic” Touch: I can turn straw into gold with my magic spinning wheel, though I hate sitting there and doing nothing but spinning all day.

Storybook Romance Status: I haven't met my One True Love yet, but Daring Charming is very handsome isn’t he?

“Oh Curses!” Moment: Whenever I see a spinning wheel, I just have to sit and spin. My friends literally have to pull me away whenever it happens.

Favorite Subject: Damsel-in-Distressing Class. I know I’m the heroine of my story and I’m in no real danger, but it doesn’t hurt to know what I should do if I fall into any potential danger you know? And what I should do when a handsome stranger saves me.

Least Favorite Subject: Gymnastics. What princess likes to sweat?

Best Friends Forever After: Alanna Dale, Maple Spinner, and Yeh Jia Li.

[foursaints]

saints i got the notification that read jude and taryn duarte and i screamed In Real Life

!! i just finished the trilogy yesterday and suffice it to say i am SHAKEN to my core… nothing has hit me like taryn duarte. nothing

i mean she really has everything. stolen child married to a capricious faerie lord. obedient daughter to her family’s murderer. mistress, wife, and courtier. her twin sister is nothing like her (deep down they are exactly the same). killer of her monster bridegroom -> thus retroactively fulfilling what her mother could not. she wears a gown of gossamer and glass. nobody ever knows what she’s really thinking. she lies and cheats and eats faerie fruit for fun.

(i think the duarte twins are both defined by their powerlessness, and their innate discomfort with it. jude has a pathological need for power, to shield herself against feeling weak. taryn copes with feeling weak by making a life out of it, reveling in it, doing everything to make herself seem as powerless as possible. she cannot be discomforted by it, if it’s what she chooses. <- twin girls who eventually snap)