#snow white and red rose tale

[luukka]

Still working on their charadesign and they're adorable

Look at those cheeks 🥺 these chipmunks deserve all the love 😍

choosing the colors is so hard man

[imholdingoutforahero]

"Snow White and Rose Red" illustrated by Sheilah Beckett

[miriammctroi]

Fairy Tale Marauders Au: Snow White and Rose Red

Snow White and Rose Red (not to be confused with Snow White and the 7 dwarves, the names in German are different) is a fairy tale I never particularly liked? Even for a fairy tale, it's ridiculous.

BUT, I do think it has potential for a potential Marauders fairy tale series! It's about two sisters who harbour a bear for the winter. In spring they rescue a mean dwarf three times and break the bear's curse who turns into a beautiful young prince. You can see the wolfstar in this, right?

Rose Red - as the wilder sibling would be Sirius Snow White - as the calmer sibling would be Regulus the cursed prince - turn a bear into a wolf and you got a werewolf = Moony. they can even call him "Moony" until they find out his real name (In the tale, Snow White marries the bear, but here it would be Sirius obi)

I'll watch some more of my Sonntagsmärchen and get back to this

Feel free to add !

[carlinstitches]

Page 3: "The girls had run away, but the bear called to them, "Snow-white and Rose-red, do not be afraid; wait, I will come with you."

[heckyeahponyscans]

I've mentioned the fairy tale of "Snow White and Rose Red" before, which has seemingly a different character from the "evil queen jealous of her beauty" Snow White , so I thought I'd share it here. (I found the text here.)

There was once a poor widow who lived in a lonely cottage. In front of the cottage was a garden wherein stood two rose-trees, one of which bore white and the other red roses. She had two children who were like the two rose-trees, and one was called Snow-white, and the other Rose-red. They were as good and happy, as busy and cheerful as ever two children in the world were, only Snow-white was more quiet and gentle than Rose-red. Rose-red liked better to run about in the meadows and fields seeking flowers and catching butterflies; but Snow-white sat at home with her mother, and helped her with her house-work, or read to her when there was nothing to do.

The two children were so fond of each another that they always held each other by the hand when they went out together, and when Snow-white said, "We will not leave each other," Rose-red answered, "Never so long as we live," and their mother would add, "What one has she must share with the other."

They often ran about the forest alone and gathered red berries, and no beasts did them any harm, but came close to them trustfully. The little hare would eat a cabbage-leaf out of their hands, the roe grazed by their side, the stag leapt merrily by them, and the birds sat still upon the boughs, and sang whatever they knew.

No mishap overtook them; if they had stayed too late in the forest, and night came on, they laid themselves down near one another upon the moss, and slept until morning came, and their mother knew this and had no distress on their account.

Once when they had spent the night in the wood and the dawn had roused them, they saw a beautiful child in a shining white dress sitting near their bed. He got up and looked quite kindly at them, but said nothing and went away into the forest. And when they looked round they found that they had been sleeping quite close to a precipice, and would certainly have fallen into it in the darkness if they had gone only a few paces further. And their mother told them that it must have been the angel who watches over good children.

Snow-white and Rose-red kept their mother's little cottage so neat that it was a pleasure to look inside it. In the summer Rose-red took care of the house, and every morning laid a wreath of flowers by her mother's bed before she awoke, in which was a rose from each tree. In the winter Snow-white lit the fire and hung the kettle on the wrekin. The kettle was of copper and shone like gold, so brightly was it polished. In the evening, when the snowflakes fell, the mother said, "Go, Snow-white, and bolt the door," and then they sat round the hearth, and the mother took her spectacles and read aloud out of a large book, and the two girls listened as they sat and span. And close by them lay a lamb upon the floor, and behind them upon a perch sat a white dove with its head hidden beneath its wings.

One evening, as they were thus sitting comfortably together, some one knocked at the door as if he wished to be let in. The mother said, "Quick, Rose-red, open the door, it must be a traveller who is seeking shelter." Rose-red went and pushed back the bolt, thinking that it was a poor man, but it was not; it was a bear that stretched his broad, black head within the door.

Rose-red screamed and sprang back, the lamb bleated, the dove fluttered, and Snow-white hid herself behind her mother's bed. But the bear began to speak and said, "Do not be afraid, I will do you no harm! I am half-frozen, and only want to warm myself a little beside you."

"Poor bear," said the mother, "lie down by the fire, only take care that you do not burn your coat." Then she cried, "Snow-white, Rose-red, come out, the bear will do you no harm, he means well." So they both came out, and by-and-by the lamb and dove came nearer, and were not afraid of him. The bear said, "Here, children, knock the snow out of my coat a little;" so they brought the broom and swept the bear's hide clean; and he stretched himself by the fire and growled contentedly and comfortably. It was not long before they grew quite at home, and played tricks with their clumsy guest. They tugged his hair with their hands, put their feet upon his back and rolled him about, or they took a hazel-switch and beat him, and when he growled they laughed. But the bear took it all in good part, only when they were too rough he called out, "Leave me alive, children,

"Snowy-white, Rosy-red, Will you beat your lover dead?"

When it was bed-time, and the others went to bed, the mother said to the bear, "You can lie there by the hearth, and then you will be safe from the cold and the bad weather." As soon as day dawned the two children let him out, and he trotted across the snow into the forest. Henceforth the bear came every evening at the same time, laid himself down by the hearth, and let the children amuse themselves with him as much as they liked; and they got so used to him that the doors were never fastened until their black friend had arrived.

When spring had come and all outside was green, the bear said one morning to Snow-white, "Now I must go away, and cannot come back for the whole summer."

"Where are you going, then, dear bear?" asked Snow-white. "I must go into the forest and guard my treasures from the wicked dwarfs. In the winter, when the earth is frozen hard, they are obliged to stay below and cannot work their way through; but now, when the sun has thawed and warmed the earth, they break through it, and come out to pry and steal; and what once gets into their hands, and in their caves, does not easily see daylight again."

Snow-white was quite sorry for his going away, and as she unbolted the door for him, and the bear was hurrying out, he caught against the bolt and a piece of his hairy coat was torn off, and it seemed to Snow-white as if she had seen gold shining through it, but she was not sure about it. The bear ran away quickly, and was soon out of sight behind the trees.

A short time afterwards the mother sent her children into the forest to get fire-wood. There they found a big tree which lay felled on the ground, and close by the trunk something was jumping backwards and forwards in the grass, but they could not make out what it was. When they came nearer they saw a dwarf with an old withered face and a snow-white beard a yard long. The end of the beard was caught in a crevice of the tree, and the little fellow was jumping backwards and forwards like a dog tied to a rope, and did not know what to do.

He glared at the girls with his fiery red eyes and cried, "Why do you stand there? Can you not come here and help me?"

"What are you about there, little man?" asked Rose-red.

"You stupid, prying goose!" answered the dwarf; "I was going to split the tree to get a little wood for cooking. The little bit of food that one of us wants gets burnt up directly with thick logs; we do not swallow so much as you coarse, greedy folk. I had just driven the wedge safely in, and everything was going as I wished; but the wretched wood was too smooth and suddenly sprang asunder, and the tree closed so quickly that I could not pull out my beautiful white beard; so now it is tight in and I cannot get away, and the silly, sleek, milk-faced things laugh! Ugh! how odious you are!"

The children tried very hard, but they could not pull the beard out, it was caught too fast. "I will run and fetch some one," said Rose-red.

"You senseless goose!" snarled the dwarf; why should you fetch some one? You are already two too many for me; can you not think of something better?"

"Don't be impatient," said Snow-white, "I will help you," and she pulled her scissors out of her pocket, and cut off the end of the beard.

As soon as the dwarf felt himself free he laid hold of a bag which lay amongst the roots of the tree, and which was full of gold, and lifted it up, grumbling to himself, "Uncouth people, to cut off a piece of my fine beard. Bad luck to you!" and then he swung the bag upon his back, and went off without even once looking at the children.

Some time after that Snow-white and Rose-red went to catch a dish of fish. As they came near the brook they saw something like a large grasshopper jumping towards the water, as if it were going to leap in. They ran to it and found it was the dwarf.

"Where are you going?" said Rose-red; "you surely don't want to go into the water?"

"I am not such a fool!" cried the dwarf; don't you see that the accursed fish wants to pull me in?" The little man had been sitting there fishing, and unluckily the wind had twisted his beard with the fishing-line; just then a big fish bit, and the feeble creature had not strength to pull it out; the fish kept the upper hand and pulled the dwarf towards him. He held on to all the reeds and rushes, but it was of little good, he was forced to follow the movements of the fish, and was in urgent danger of being dragged into the water.

The girls came just in time; they held him fast and tried to free his beard from the line, but all in vain, beard and line were entangled fast together. Nothing was left but to bring out the scissors and cut the beard, whereby a small part of it was lost. When the dwarf saw that he screamed out, "Is that civil, you toad-stool, to disfigure one's face? Was it not enough to clip off the end of my beard? Now you have cut off the best part of it. I cannot let myself be seen by my people. I wish you had been made to run the soles off your shoes!" Then he took out a sack of pearls which lay in the rushes, and without saying a word more he dragged it away and disappeared behind a stone.

It happened that soon afterwards the mother sent the two children to the town to buy needles and thread, and laces and ribbons. The road led them across a heath upon which huge pieces of rock lay strewn here and there. Now they noticed a large bird hovering in the air, flying slowly round and round above them; it sank lower and lower, and at last settled near a rock not far off. Directly afterwards they heard a loud, piteous cry. They ran up and saw with horror that the eagle had seized their old acquaintance the dwarf, and was going to carry him off.

The children, full of pity, at once took tight hold of the little man, and pulled against the eagle so long that at last he let his booty go. As soon as the dwarf had recovered from his first fright he cried with his shrill voice, "Could you not have done it more carefully! You dragged at my brown coat so that it is all torn and full of holes, you helpless clumsy creatures!" Then he took up a sack full of precious stones, and slipped away again under the rock into his hole. The girls, who by this time were used to his thanklessness, went on their way and did their business in the town.

As they crossed the heath again on their way home they surprised the dwarf, who had emptied out his bag of precious stones in a clean spot, and had not thought that anyone would come there so late. The evening sun shone upon the brilliant stones; they glittered and sparkled with all colors so beautifully that the children stood still and looked at them.

"Why do you stand gaping there?" cried the dwarf, and his ashen-gray face became copper-red with rage. He was going on with his bad words when a loud growling was heard, and a black bear came trotting towards them out of the forest. The dwarf sprang up in a fright, but he could not get to his cave, for the bear was already close.

Then in the dread of his heart he cried, "Dear Mr. Bear, spare me, I will give you all my treasures; look, the beautiful jewels lying there! Grant me my life; what do you want with such a slender little fellow as I? you would not feel me between your teeth. Come, take these two wicked girls, they are tender morsels for you, fat as young quails; for mercy's sake eat them!" The bear took no heed of his words, but gave the wicked creature a single blow with his paw, and he did not move again.

The girls had run away, but the bear called to them, "Snow-white and Rose-red, do not be afraid; wait, I will come with you." Then they knew his voice and waited, and when he came up to them suddenly his bearskin fell off, and he stood there, a handsome man, clothed all in gold. "I am a King's son," he said, "and I was bewitched by that wicked dwarf, who had stolen my treasures; I have had to run about the forest as a savage bear until I was freed by his death. Now he has got his well-deserved punishment."

Snow-white was married to him, and Rose-red to his brother, and they divided between them the great treasure which the dwarf had gathered together in his cave. The old mother lived peacefully and happily with her children for many years. She took the two rose-trees with her, and they stood before her window, and every year bore the most beautiful roses, white and red.

[vanalex]

The Magical Photography Of Anastasiya Dobrovolskaya. The bear's name is Stepan.

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Sharing a Laugh

Oh golly jee willickers, look at that, I drew more OC shipping content! Blame me getting into Pokeshipping for that (specifically just one person's interpretation of it), I ended up using some art of it for reference. Anyways, the best relationships are always best friends to lovers, and they still act like best friends even after they start dating soooo, why not draw Jack and Rose Red just sharing a laugh as friends? I just think it's nice :>

[foolish-fran]

Hey so um. I've been thinking about the Grimm fairy tale "Snow White and Rose Red," and it will never stop reminding me of Iris and Dahlia. Like, I know it probably wasn't an intentional parallel, but every interpretation of the story I see reminds me so much of them.

Dahlia is Rose Red. Red like her hair, like love, like hellfire, like the red-hot anger of revenge. Red like blood. Like Rose Red, Dahlia is strongly associated with flowers (particularly roses- the judge says "so it's true, the loveliest rose can hide the cruelest thorn") and butterflies, and is the fiercer and more assertive of the two sisters.

Iris is Snow White. Quiet, gentle, kind. White like purity, like goodness. Like the white hood the nuns wear and the snow of Hazakura Temple. Like Snow White, she spends her days doing chores with the nuns.

Snow White is more fragile than Rose Red, more delicate. Like Iris, she gets scared more easily. And like Iris, there's also something almost saintly about her- she's associated with goodness, with light. Rose Red helps her assert herself, and Snow White acts as Rose Red's moral compass. Rose Red is wild, and like Dahlia, she desperately wants escape, wants freedom.

You used to call me Rose Red

How could I ever forget?

Full of love and passion you said

Now I'm full of hatred and filled with dread

You used to call me Snow White

A snowflake shining bright

Full of serenity and light

Now my heart is suffering from frostbite

Like. It's them. It's so painfully them.

[fairytalearista]

I did it! The great endeavor I began, five years ago, to rewrite every Austen novel blended with a fairy tale is DONE. You can now reexperience all/moments of your favorite Austen moments, but now with elemental magic and cursed princes!

Feels a bit weird to say goodbye to the books that have consumed me for two years straight, but I'm also so excited that these stories can now be read and loved by everyone!

They're all right here. Check 'em out. Also, Thornrose Estate is 99 cents right now for ... reasons.

[pureangels22]

The Fairest One of All (WIP)

The Fairest One of All Prologue

Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Oblivion, lived a King and Queen whose kindness and wisdom flourished the land. Although they were praised highly by their people, the two rulers longed to have a child of their own.

One winter night while the Queen sat by the window, sewing in her chair, she accidentally pricked her finger and watched as three drops of blood fell onto the snow that covered the window frame. Forming the shape of a rose, the Queen found beauty within the strange sight and quietly prayed to the Heavens for a child as white as snow, red as a rose, and as black as the wood of the frame around the window.

Soon after her prayer, the Queen found herself pregnant and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl with skin as white as snow, lips as red as a rose, and hair as black as ebony. Unfortunately, the Queen became deathly ill after giving birth, and before taking her last breath, she named the child Xion. The King, while happy to have a daughter of his own, silently wept for his deceased wife. He missed her greatly and soon became depressed as the months passed.

After a year had passed the King took another wife. She was a beautiful woman with blonde hair reaching just above her shoulders, and eyes that shined like cyan waters. Her name was Larxene, and although her appearance seemed genuine, her heart was not. Larxene was a very proud and haughty woman, and envied anyone whose appearance seemed to surpass her in beauty.

To ease her mind, she bestowed a wonderful magic mirror with a rim of pure gold and lined with different cuts of jewels, and when she stood in front of it and looked at herself, she would say--

"Magic Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of all?"

And the Magic Mirror would respond--

"You, My Queen, are the fairest of all."

Larxene would then be satisfied, for she knew that the mirror spoke only the truth.

But Xion was growing up, and grew more and more beautiful as the years passed.

At the age of six, a travesty struck the kingdom as the King fell victim to a horrible sickness. Xion stayed by her father's bedside to help ease his pain in any way she could, but unfortunately, after the third day, the King passed away. With the King now gone, Larxene ruled over the land with an iron fist and the lives of the people in Oblivion became miserable. Without the comfort of her father, Xion grew very alone as Larxene forbade her to mingle with others.

Though she was forbidden, Xion could not stand the look of distraught on her people's faces, and tried her best to help them whenever she could. Through the kindness of her heart, the townspeople took notice of their little princess and grew hopeful for the future.

Now, at the age of sixteen, Xion's appearance changed even more. The beauty within the girl's heart started to make itself known as servants and the townspeople marveled in awe at the fine young lady their princess was becoming. Larxene, however, also took notice of Xion's differences and snarled at the attention she was getting. Fearful that the girl could one day take her place as the fairest one of all, Larxene banished Xion to the servant quarters and dressed her in dirty rags and made her work from sunrise to sunset; believing, that by doing this, she could break whatever beauty Xion possessed within her.

But whispers ran wild through Oblivion and reached the ears of young suitors from other kingdoms about a beautiful maiden who lived within the walls of a shining castle.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Chapter 1 (WIP)

[luukka]

Some BG design concept art of Snow-White and Red-Rose because it's satisfying ❤️

You can tell I'm not a painter

I paint like a broken foot and some might think it's ugly but this is so fun to do 😭

BG design is so pretty but it's so hard to do fr, now I upgraded thanks to my encanto fanfiction (because I had to create rooms and all) but it's still difficult, mostly because of the colors 🥲

I love them so much, this is my chill story and I adore it

[imholdingoutforahero]

"Snow White and Rose Red" illustrated by Gustaf Tenggren (1955)

[duel-of-the-dolls]

Duel of the Madame Alexander Dolls: Storybook (Round 4)

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Prelim Poll 16

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[bimblescribbles]

It Takes Two (no relation to the video game)

It's been a hot minute since I've drawn some new Jack and Rose Red content, hasn't it? I ran out of steam until now, and like a lot of things in my life, it took something Astro Boy-related to help get the drive back. This one's nothing too crazy, it's just the two of them dancing and having fun! Oh yeah, and Rose Red's pendant is active too. I guess it tends to do that whenever she's dancing with someone she cares about (hint hint, wink wink). Seriously I did not intend for it to happen twice, but I guess you can add your two nickels joke here.