#pale woman

[cokiri]

Pale Woman - Queen of Spades

[suzanimated]

How you been tumbles?

[dreamingofdragonsandstars]

Pale woman and beloved

[eggbland]

The pale woman plot line in Fool's Fate is so unintentionally funny to me.

When she does her little strip tease for Fitz (and Beloved), her sole strategy is to weaponize Fitz's alleged desire to procreate with his bestie. I mean, HUH?? AND IT ALMOST WORKS. She's like, "I look exactly like your bff, but I have big boobies and you can have babies with me". This man has to restrain himself from going through with it.

Turns out that the joke is on all parties involved, because, biology be damned, Fitz and Beloved make their own baby anyway.

[lunamond]

I don't know how big of an overlap there is between the Inheritance cycle and Realm of the Elderlings fanbases, so I have no idea how many people understand that reference but Bachel and her creepy village is giving me major Pale woman vibes.

[webley-art]

Just some little doodles of rote ladies

[chloristoflora]

"I have long had quarters prepared for you. Guards, escort each of my guests to his proper accommodations, and see that they take full advantage of them. Rest and relax, FitzChivalry. I shall come to call upon you soon. Until then, do you have any questions for me? No? A pity. I do not often offer to answer questions, but for you, I would have. For I think that, the more you know, the more you will see how you have been deceived and misled by our darling little pretender. Take them off, but gently, gently. Harm not a hair of their heads."

At the door of her grand hall they parted us, the Fool's captors taking him in one direction and mine jostling me along in the other. "Fitz!" His sudden shout startled me and made me strain against my guards' grip. One gently twisted my arm higher behind my back. I set my heels to the ice and skidded as they dragged me relentlessly on. The Fool's shout came faint to my ears. "I knew my fate! I chose to meet it! Stay your course and do not doubt! All will be as—" His shout ended in a muffled cry, and then they staggered me around a corner and down yet another icy hall.

"Where are they taking him?" I demanded, and received another example of the Pale Woman's guard's idea of gentleness as a gauntleted fist doubled me over.

Fool's Fate, by Robin Hobb (Tawny Man Trilogy #3)

[roseartsandfics]

Nothing to Fear at What You Hear...

TW: Some little blood ^^;

Here is another horror art of a pale woman whose body was corrupted and began to rot as a monster with her black tears and drool and blood on her hands, peeking through the dark room with blood on her hand, screeching for people to hear…

I started this probably weeks ago (?), and I was nervous about drawing and coloring blood lol, so here it is ^^; hopefully this doesn't scare me or frighten anyone… maybe ^^

What y'all think?

Artwork ©RosePrincessArts

Used: regular basic pencil, Cra-Z-Art colored pencils and 48 pack colored pencils

[mixednuts-collection]

Digital painting of a witch queen Ruby

[smikdrawsjunk]

You Are A Elf posted:

And Sailor Moon. A Stephen Gammell Sailor Moon crossover fairy.

Didn't want to make that easy, huh?

Despite what you might have seen in the movie version of "Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark", the Omen Fairy is Seelie and she does not harm anyone. That said, her unnerving appearance is still a very good reason to run -- you only see her in places of grave danger. She does not appear to people capable of handling themselves in evil places, although she might still warn a hero of potential threats or to lead them to clues.

She has very little power herself, which is why all she can do is warn people away. If you see her, you'll well advised to heed her simple advice.

On a side note, she's a big fan of Sailor Moon because even ominous omen fairies can have a hobby.

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Oskar Zwintscher (1870-1916) "Portrait with Yellow Daffodils" (1907)

[chlobody]

two fair maidens [ shot by @ohseephotography ]

[tommysamash]

Tommy: I have to go to bed! My husband sleeps so sweetly, and I'm already tired of dreams about a "pale" woman. Brains are full of unpleasant situations with her. I'm sitting in a large room and pulling Ratsy by the tail. And I have to go to sleep under the side of my beloved.

[brbarou]

i am. and you are not

[chloristoflora]

The crush of falling ice had spared that end of the chamber, its rush depleted. The wave of avalanching ice had stopped short of her throne. It was overturned and broken, but I suspected that had happened when the stone dragon had stirred to life. He seemed to have made his exit through the middle of the chamber's ceiling rather than from this end. The remains of two men protruded from the avalanche. Perhaps those were the fighters Dutiful had battled, or perhaps they had merely been in the dragon's way as he charged off to do battle. Of the Pale Woman, there was no sign. I hoped that she had shared their fate.

The fallen and muted light globes lit this area uncertainly. All was ice and blue shadow. I circled the toppled throne and tried to remember exactly where the Fool had been chained to the dragon. In retrospect, it seemed impossible that the dragon had been as immense as I recalled him. I looked in vain for fallen shackles or my friend's body. At last, I climbed up on icy rubble and from that vantage studied the room.

Almost immediately, I glimpsed a swirl of familiar colors and shapes. My belly churned as I slowly clambered down and walked over to it. I stood staring down at it, unable to feel any grief, only burning horror and disbelief. The overlay of frost could not disguise it. At length, I went to my knees, but I do not recall if I knelt to see it better or if my shaking legs simply gave out under me.

Dragons and serpents tangled and tumbled in the discarded folds of it. Scarlet frost outlined it. I did not need to touch it; I could not have brought myself to touch it, but it needed no touch to know that it was frozen solidly into the floor of the chamber. As body warmth had departed it, it had sunk into the ice and become one with it.

They had flayed the tattooed skin from his back.

I knelt beside it like a man in prayer. Doubtless it had been a slow and careful skinning to take it off intact. Despite the way it had wrinkled as it fell, I knew it was one continuous flap of skin, his entire back. To take it off like that would not have been easy. I did not want to imagine how they had restrained him, or who had lovingly wielded the blade. A second thought displaced that horrid image. This would not have been how she vindictively ended his life when she realized that I had defied her and wakened the dragon. Rather, she had done this to amuse herself, at her leisure, probably beginning the slow lifting of skin from flesh almost as soon as I had been taken from the room. Flung to one side, the wrinkled layer of skin was frozen to the floor like a dirty shirt cast aside. I could not stop staring at it. I could not keep myself from imagining every slow moment of his death. This was what he had foreseen; this was the end he had dreaded to face. How many times had I assured him that I would give up my life before I saw his torn from him? Yet here I knelt, alive.

Fool's Fate, by Robin Hobb (Tawny Man Trilogy #3)