#hansel to gretel

[adarkrainbow]

Fairytales in manga and anime.

Hansel to Gretel / Hansel and Gretel. This is an early work of Otomo Katsuhiro, the renowned creator of AKIRA. In this manga anthology, several fairytales and folktales are collected and retold but in the strangest, most surrealistic and irreverent ways as a set of ridiculous, cruel, funny and grotesque stories. This manga was notably influenced by various European artstyles, from the works Moebius to the paintings of Bosch.

[mournfulroses]

Nikita Gill, from Fierce Fairytales Poems & Stories to Stir Your Soul; "Gretel After Hansel," (edited)

[hyunpic]

HYUNJIN | ONE KID’S ROOM EP. 02

[rummikubcube]

“I’m not climbing in an oven. That happened to a friend of mine, she had a lovely house- AND DID SHE ALSO HAPPEN TO EAT CHILDREN EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE LILIA??

[fanofspooky]

Scream King - Cary Elwes

[adalindofcabinsix]

they don't make movies like this anymore

[mattdillon]

GRETEL AND HANSEL Dir. Oz Perkins

[fairyuniverse]

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Grimm's Fairy Tales - art by Arthur Rackham (1909)

[horrortvfilmsource]

Gretel & Hansel (2020)

[puddii-ng]

hansel & gretel

[lorehappy83]

[ THE EVILLIOUS TAROT PROJECT ]

18. The Moon

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[acecroft]

GRETEL & HANSEL (2020) dir. Oz Perkins

[thestuffedalligator]

The rain was coming down like a giant was pissing on the city.

It was times like this that I wished I was human. Detectives love rain. They want the stuff to wash them away with the scum of the street.

I can’t stand water. Never touched the stuff.

My name is Ginger. Once upon a time I used to be the Gingerbread Man. Now I’m a private dick and I drink enough to be a rum cake.

It’s a hard job if you aren’t a tough cookie. I have all the requirements. I’m sugar and spice and a whole heaping of trouble.

I also got an umbrella I borrowed from the Wicked Witch of the West after a case last month. It helps on days like this.

The city was still sleeping like Snow White when I made my way to the crime scene. I turned into an alley and stepped into the remains of a pillow fight from hell. White feathers were scattered across the alley like a soggy snowfall. Blood mixed with rain and trickled down the cobblestones.

Gretel gave me a nod when I walked up. Gretel’s good people. She’s the only person I know who won’t try to eat me. “Thought you might want to see this, Ginger.”

“You’ve been stuffing pillows tonight, Gretel? It looks like Christmas in here.”

Gretel made a face and pointed a thumb to a lump under a tarp. “Then you just missed the Christmas dinner,” she said.

I took a look. There wasn’t much to see besides a greasy little pile of what you’d get if you ate a whole rotisserie chicken down to the bones.

The vic was Chicken Little. I knew the name. Little was a local nut who started a doomsday cult in the neighbourhood. I thought she’d be the kind of dame who’d get into trouble someday.

This wasn’t what I had in mind. Who’d want to whack a pamphlet thumper who thought the world was going to end anyways?

I picked up a rib. There were tiny scrapes scored across it in a line, like she’d been using it to count the days to oblivion.

I stared. “These are teeth marks, Gretel.”

I looked up. Gretel looked sick. That’s when I knew for sure.

“These are fox teeth, Gretel,” I said. “There’s a fox in the city.”

“Ginger, I think you should leave town.”

I flicked the rib back down into the pile of bones and pulled a stub of a candy cane cigar out of my trench coat pocket. “My brother has a house out in the country,” Gretel was saying. “He hates eating gingerbread as much as me. You’d be safe out there for a few days until we can track this fox down.”

I patted down my pockets for a light. Gretel took pity on me and knelt into the shade of the umbrella to light a match.

I puffed a few clouds of peppermint smoke. For a second it really was like Christmas in that alleyway.

I don’t care much for Christmas. Typically people look at me and think of dessert.

“Gretel, you’re good people,” I said. I didn’t realize that I hadn’t said it before. It felt like it had to be said. “Thanks for letting me know.”

“Jesus Christ, Ginger, you know how your story ends.”

“Yeah, well. We're all trying to run, run, run as fast as we can from who you are.” I took one last drag and turned out of the alley towards the soggy city. For once, I wished the rain could wash me away. “But eventually it catches up to us.”

[mugencoloris]

Triple Baka: ~Hansel & Gretel~

For “Once Upon A Synth”

[littleblackraincloudofcourse]

The chocolate guy has given me a different perspective on the witch from Hansel and Gretel.

Imagine if one of his videos ended with a random person walking up and biting into his latest creation without so much as asking first. Most of us wouldn't blame him if we found out he kicked their ass afterwards. So, imagine that on a larger scale.

If I carefully, lovingly and painstakingly built my perfect home out of my most delicious dessert creations and found someone literally eating me out of house and home, I think I would be angry enough to cook them too.