#nutcracker stories

[inkabelledesigns]

WIP ask game, artist edition! (writing welcome too)

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

@artsynoova tagged me on this (thank you dear!), so I'm gonna let you guys in on some of my WIPs.

Auran and Loraine - Balcony Dialogue

Searching the Depths - Current Draft

Sammy and Bella Meet

Richard the Keeper - The Studies of 214

Loraine's Siblings

Searching the Depths: Drew's Last Hope

Chronicles of Equinox - The Guardian and the Ballerina

If you'd like to see snippets or have questions about any of these, pop into my askbox with the title and I'll give you a taste of what we're working on. I'm gonna tag a few of my awesome friends who write here, in case they'd like to give this a shot.

@nemo-draco

@fiddle-dee-dee777

@zanzaflux

@fullmetaldevil-blog

@xraytheredx

[6sleft]

hold,,, like hambugre,,,,,,,,,,

[who-do-i-know-this-man]

⚠️Vote for whomever YOU DO NOT KNOW⚠️‼️

*with music by Tchaikovsky

[marvelmaniac715]

Sometimes I get into the creative flow and I just have to STOP because yesterday morning I came up with an entire short story where the Nutcracker goes wrong; little Clara accidentally catches her finger in the Nutcracker’s mouth when she’s giving him a nut to crack, so he develops a taste for blood when he becomes a living being. I called it the Bonecracker and I am so bewildered by the fact that I sat down and thought “I could write and publish that this Christmas, people would definitely want to read that.”

Update: It’s published on my AO3 account (same name as my Tumblr account) and it’s the longest one shot I’ve ever written, you can find it in the reblogs of this post.

[rotomartsblog]

There’s a character in the books called Nathan Nutcracker and I wanted to make a design for him because I think Cedar deserves a friend who can relate to her

[dragonbma]

He looks so polite-

Bermuda stop drawing Vos in different outfits challenge (impossible and failed)

[picturebookshelf]

The Nutcracker (1991)

Story: Rita Balducci -- Art: Barbara Lanza

[galesenchantedpanties]

Based on a conversation with @rowandekarios

[totally-not-an-awkward-okapi]

Bouncing around the Ever After High wiki and NGL I love Nate Nutcracker. Sure his first of only two appearances is kinda an SJW joke but his other appearance is very charming!

[speedartist-skyliner]

It's done 3 years... My goodness. I like how it's turned out my kiddos are moving and I'm so happy! This is how Hunter meets Cassidy for the first time as a nutcracker. Sadly Hunter doesn't get the time to ask questions. Miern the Mouse Prince attacks them thinking a possible intruder came to harm the people of the Dome yet again, leaving no choice but to send Hunter's hope away to keep them safe. Hopefully, they will meet again and help Hunter to find a way out.

Thanks @magnetothehedgehog for his voice work for Hunter their amazing. And thanks @pinkyhaert help me contact them.<3

Also, it's wild to see the first version of this. They look weird and my voice. I'm mildly tone death to my voice but man. laughs It's really cute for the first try. to see the growth. Man…So yeah, I made this for one due to me wanting to make a comic for this series, and for two thought it would be a weird introduction to the series sens it's going to be a comic but couldn't pass it up to see them in action. But it will take more planning the comic out before it starts. And a short comic version of this for the series but will always link this version to.

p.s, the full version of the thumbnail under the cut.

[rascallyrose92]

“Thank you Grandfather, I’ll treasure him forever!”

A piece of my Nutcracker AU, with Maria as Marie, the original girl from the tale! I think you can guess who the nutcracker is….

[elysiaaurea]

Hunter

‘Serials' - a type of nutcracker with no ‘parasite’ in them. War machines who turned against their human creators, and were made for the sole purpose of killing. Paul, one of the handful of surviving models, demonstrates his prowess in this matter against the Eyeless Dogs - to the awe of his involuntary companion; one (un)fortunate employee (you).

Owner of oc: @sodabranch my beloved <3

Serials concept belongs to: @hashal-nutcracker my beloved <3

Warnings: Violence (against eyeless dogs), mild blood. Mild threat of death Word Count: 1485

You hold your breath as the dog closes in, willing your hands to stop trembling as 2 enormous rows of razor-sharp teeth swallow your vision. Back against the wall with no sign, shovel or shotgun, the very real threat of death has you clenching your teeth bitterly. A pang of regret hits you that you won’t be able to keep your promise to Paul. His words come to mind one more time.

"Your life is mine. Don't you dare die."

You apologise silently, suppressing the delirious chuckle threatening to spill out when you realise that in spite of everything he’s done — the belligerence and hate, almost killing you several times, the promise to do so in the future — that you would've liked to see him again.

Absurd.

The dog's pointed teeth are inches from scratching your visor, spit dribbling from its maw. It won't be long now. You squeeze your eyes together and try with all your might not to think of what the next few seconds of agony will feel like. Nothing, as it turns out, for nothing happens. You wait a few more seconds before cracking open an eye and see the dog has paused its advance. Why?

Thump

The sound of something dull hitting the sandy rock, somewhere from behind the dog, to the confusion of both of you. You'd crane your head to see what it was if you weren't afraid of being torn to shreds. The dog withdraws a bit as it turns its head, listening for the sound, giving you more room to exhale a breath you didn't realise you were holding.

THUMP

Louder this time. Closer perhaps? Your brows are furrowed as you play the sound in your mind once more. It's familiar, and your heart quickens when the answer comes to mind. Was it really?… As the dog growls and swings its head back around, for a brief second you see him, the spot of blue against the orange backdrop. Standing 30 feet away with eyes gleaming red, glaring at the dog with the sharpest, coldest expression you've seen on him since he threatened to take your life. He lifts his right leg up and stomps down.

THUMP

With that the dog roars, spins its whole body around and charges at him. You duck to avoid its tail as it hits the stone wall, and catch a glimpse of the action once the pebbles finish falling: He lists right and twists out of the way of the beast’s open mouth at the last second. He stops to face it as it rushes past, watching it bite down on air before rearing its head at the sound of his metal boots scraping against rock as he backs up. The screeching sound of metal sliding out of its sheath rings through the air as he draws his sword.

It dawns on you that you have never actually seen him fight. You mean, properly fight. The average employee was hardly any effort at all for him to kill, and none of the mansion’s monsters ever seemed to want to challenge him when they were around. An itch in your brain tells you that you are about to see why.

The eyeless dog charges him again as he crouches - and leaps.

He shoots up just as it snaps at him. Easily clearing the height of the dog, he tilts forward as he sails through the air in a smooth arc. And for a moment he’s suspended mid-air, hanging upside down just above the dog.

A gasp escapes your lips as you watch 400 pounds of metal and wire move with the grace that would put an acrobat to shame. His legs, arms and chest swivel together in one perfectly coordinated movement, cape and tassels swirling around him as his eyes — never once breaking line of sight of the creature — find their target. He kicks and flips himself upright again, tucking his legs in with weapon poised to strike as gravity takes him.

In the glow of the dying sunlight, the reflected shimmer makes the blade glow with fire as he plunges it into the beast’s skull.

The ground explodes upon his landing. The deafening howl that follows pierces through your suit. Instinctively, your hands come up to cover your ears, only to find themselves pressed pointlessly against the sides of your helmet. Thankfully, it stops and you force your eyes open to see the silhouette of the beast within the dust cloud thrash on the ground as it tries to throw him off. But Paul holds fast to the handle, boots planted firmly on its back as it lurches in circles, roaring turning into a groaning cry, each snap at him weakening; and as fruitless as the last.

After a few seconds, it staggers and drops: dead.

Mouth agape, you stare on as in one fluid motion, he wrenches his sword from its corpse, a trail of blood following his blade as he flicks it off. He turns, facing you while he regards the blood with a subtle look of disgust until he looks up.

His eyes meet yours and your heart stops. He pins you with an impassive stare and under that gaze you feel yourself simultaneously freeze and set on fire.

This was a predator. A being made specifically to kill your kind. He wants you dead. He stopped you from dying. He protected you. A machine that hates you just protected you.

The maelstrom of thoughts spins violently in your head as you try to process it all.

Mercifully, his eyes slide off of you to glare at 2 other dogs that appeared, likely drawn in by the commotion, tails raised and growling. You find that you can breathe again, watching enraptured as he hops off the corpse and meets the first with the same vicious elegance as before, spinning to the side when it charges and slicing off its front paw. It cries out in pain, and brings its other leg down at him, to which he promptly hacks off with a swing. The creature hobbles backward, emitting a sharp whine of fear you’ve never heard till now while Paul closes in. Your own mortal peril forgotten, its pathetic whimper makes you cringe with a twinge of sympathy. Ceaseless, Paul takes his chance and delivers a clean slash across its jugular, effectively silencing it to gargling blood, dying as the other did.

Then his head snaps to the last dog, who breaks out into a run. Pivoting on his heels, he bursts from the ground. It takes him all of 5 seconds to close the distance. A shiver creeps up your spine as he lifts his arm, unable to look away as you just barely see him sweep the blade across its hind ankles. It collapses and skids to a stop. Yowling, its front paws dig frantically against the rock while kicking out its legs, now-useless feet flopping behind it.

Paul advances — slowly.

Soon, it too, is dead.

Through it all a thought screams at you that you should not be finding this horrifying display of skill as beautiful as you did; yet you would be lying if you denied it. He scans the area once more, eyes stopping on your rigid form, having not moved from your spot since the slaughter started. He steps away from the corpse and stalks towards you, bloodied steel still in hand. And when he’s in front of you, you meet his gaze as before, not hiding the look of awe that bleeds from your widened eyes.

Aside from the splatters of blood not his own, he does not look worse for wear. You expect him to say something, gloat or be angry, but instead, he regards you through impassible narrow eyes and raises the point of the sword just under your chin. If you were to look away now you’d skewer yourself on it, yet you’re too stunned to really notice or care, mind still reeling from the fact that he saved you. In the few beats of silence, you can almost hear the cogs of his brain turning as he considers.

Finally, he speaks.

“Impressed?”

He asks, the hissing rattle of his metallic voice is tinged with what sounded like amusement.

“Very.”

You respond with a breathy whisper. Anything else would have been a bald-face lie and both of you knew it.

He snorts, eyes blink to green again. He lowers his sword and flicks the residue blood off before sheathing it; it’s your cue to breathe again. You gulp down the retrospective fear, suddenly aware of how exhausted you are. The adrenal high of it all must have worn off.

“Get back in the ship, unless you want to get eaten alive.”

He orders with a growl and saunters off towards the sun as it dips below the horizon.

Wordlessly, you follow.

[cinder-starlight]

Nothing makes me question my sanity more then the fact I made drastic alterations to what my original nutcracker adaptation was going to be—originally a chaotic love story between Clara and the nutcracker—just to make pretty rats/mice, and make it a monster-romance (if it qualifies) between Clara and the son of the rat king—the mouse prince.

It’s a leap I never expected to take but I’ve come too far to stop now, it’s become my mission to make sure these idiots get as much screen time as possible

Plus I think they’re very cute together :3

Claramouse for the win also my homies love it

[connoisseurofcozycorners]

I... I don't think it's supposed to be this small

[marine-indie-gal]

Inktober 2024 Day 11: The Mouse King

The Main Antagonist from E. T. A. Hoffmann's Christmas Story, "The Nutcracker" (sometimes known as the "Rat King").

Describe being a Seventh-Headed Mouse, the Mouse King's Mother, Madame Mouserinks (The Mouse Queen) knew about the Nutcracker for she cursed Drosselmeyer's Nephew into a Nutcracker in a Royal Family's castle for when his Mother tried to have Princess Pirlipat be Ugly after when his Mother was killed, he took over and became the New Ruler of Mice.

The Mouse King plays a significant role in the story as the Main Villain where he serves as The Nutcracker's Arch-Nemesis since He & his Army terrorized Clara/Marie's house & even in Toyland.

His Death has a different fate in both versions.

In the Novel, Marie was threatened by the Mouse King but the Nutcracker saved her life by killing him off.

In the Play, Clara (The Other "Name" besides than "Marie") throws her own slipper at the Mouse King to where he falls over into his death, instantly killing him.

The Mouse King (c) E. T. A. Hoffmann