#so the unfairest of them all

[ramonahblog]

"Poor Grandma sat forever in the closest waiting to be rescued , but Baddy and I didn't want the moment to end, so we made up more and more things to say. " [few sentences later] "But I...well, I'd learned a few things at Ever After High and I, er, dropped a smoke bomb. And yelled ' "But I...well, I'd learned a few things at Ever After High and I, er, dropped a smoke bomb. And yelled 'Fire.'" - Red from Unfairest Of Them All

Well, one, Red made up more and more things to say because it's kinda reliant on Red saying the whole "what big teeth you have" to get attacked.

So...Red's Grandma definitely side-eyed Red afterwards but probably said nothing because this is this poor woman's third time in this damn story and was probably like...ya know what, that's her and her mother's problem. I've done my three roles, if Red wants to be a weirdo and save a Wolf, fine. Won't be my problem.

But also

"But I...well, I'd learned a few things at Ever After High and I, er, dropped a smoke bomb. And yelled ' "But I...well, I'd learned a few things at Ever After High and I, er, dropped a smoke bomb. And yelled 'Fire.'" ... "I always carry a couple in my baskets."

Umm...what...

Okay so Red has definitely hidden a body before. Probably responsible for a few disappearances. Listen, I know she says like a sentence after it's for protection but it's not just the words, it's the entire structure of revealing the fact she had a smoke bomb handy that day.

Like I get probably not a great thing for her be telling a teenager she just met that yes, she did marry her villain. But she already is telling this teenager she married him and since apparently the Wolf in RRH is supposed to die in this world. Not that much of a leap to assume Red was responsible for the wolf surviving.

It's just suspicious. Not sorry, I'm sticking with my Red-has-totally-hidden-a-body theory here.

ALSO ALSO.

"With his ax. And he was supposed to kill Baddy, just kill him right there."

What.

The RRH story in EAH takes place the day after graduation. Bad Wolf spent his entire schooling knowing that once graduation happens, he's dead. Doesn't even get a day just not being a student. Nope. Graduation Day, more like Death Day.

That's fucked.

Now I'm thinking does it happen in the afternoon or the morning? I don't even know which one would be worse.

The grandmother isn't even harmed! Like Red knew her grandmother was tied up in a closet which implies the wolves just shove the grandma in the closet once they get there [either that or Red was really...freaky...that day].

Like I knew EAH worldbuilding was fucked because you can't have this premise and have it not be a fucked up world. But...I also thought it would have an asterisk beside any fairytales that end with a character's death. Because, you know, next gen of fairytale is supposed to repeat their parent's role so the prev. gen kinda needs to live in order to do that.

But no.

So if the huntsman is supposed kill the Wolf in this world...how the fuck do they get the next gen Wolf? Do they encourage wolves to have teen pregnancies so they can get the next wolf before the current one is killed? Do they just pick them?

Oh...

..Wait, do other villains/characters-that-meant-to-die are also...meant to die in this world? Or is specifically because EAH's RRH has the huntsman? But even then, rescuing RRH and Granny from the wolf doesn't necessarily require killing so how do they get the next wolf?

And also the huntsman is an added-on character in that fable that kinda fucks up with the original moral of the story. This has just left me with nothing but questions.

And the belief that Cerise's mum has 100% hidden a body. Everything about that was suspicious, I'm sticking by this theory.

[psalm40speakstome]

The Acolyte

[athena-xox]

Ever after high books + links

Link one (most books)

Link two (other books)

EDIT: SINCE THIS IS GETTING ATTENTION AGAIN I IMPLORE EVERYONE TO CHECK MY PINNED POST SINCE THERE IS SO MUCH MORE GOOD RESOURCES!!! (This includes webisode timelines, doll diaries, EAH dictionary, confirmed birthdays and sm more)

The Main Trilogy (& Other Shannon Hale Books)

The Storybook of Legends by Shannon Hale

The Unfairest of Them All by Shannon Hale

A Wonderlandiful World by Shannon Hale

Once Upon a Time by Shannon Hale

The Legend of Shadow High by Shannon Hale

Ever After High School Series

Next Top Villain by Suzanne Selfors

Kiss and Spell by Suzanne Selfors

A Semi Charming Kinda Life by Suzanne Selfors

Fairies Got Talent by Suzanne Selfors

Truth or Hair by Suzanne Selfors

Fairy Tail Ending by Suzanne Selfors

Destiny Do-Over Diary companion books to the school series

General Villainy by Suzanne Selfors

Science & Sorcery by Suzanne Selfors

Hero Training by Suzanne Selfors

Once Upon a Pet

A Princely Present by Suzanne Selfors

Candy Wish Fish by Suzanne Selfors

Trouble with Jackalopes by Suzanne Selfors

Next Top Bird by Suzanne Selfors

Hedgehog’s Hexcellent Adventures by Suzanne Selfors

Horse of a Different Colour by Suzanne Selfors

Once Upon a Twist

When the Clock Strikes Cupid by Lisa Shea

Cerise and the Beast by Lisa Shea

Rosabella and the Three Bears by Perdita Finn

Duchess Lets Down Her Hair by Perdita Finn

The Kitty Mermaid by Perdita Finn

The Secret Diary of

The Secret Diary of Apple White by Heather Alexander

The Secret Diary of Raven Queen by Heather Alexander

Diary of an Evil Queen by Stacia Deutsch

Junior Novels

Dragon Games Stacia Deutsch

Epic Winter by Perdita Finn

Activity books

Yearbook

Royals and Rebels

The Sleepover Spellebration Party Planner by Kirsten Mayer

The Totally Tea-RRIFIC Hat-Tastic Book About YOU

Madeline Hatter’s Guide to Riddlish! A Topsy-Turvy Write-In Book by Elizabelle Castle

The Hat-Tastic Tea Party Planner by Melissa Yu

A Spelltacular Year

Plan Your Destiny

Ever After High Activity Book

Spellbinding Activities

Write Fableous Fairytales

Picture books

Welcome, Baby Dragons by Margaret Green

Let the Dragon Games Begin by Margaret Green

Royally Cool Adventure by Perdita Finn

Meet Crystal Winter by Perdita Finn

Colouring/Sticker books

Thronecoming Reusable Sticker Book by Melissa Yu

A Wonderlandiful Doodle Book by Jeanine Henderson

Draw Dream Create Sketchbook

An Enchanted Pop-Up Sketchbook



Other books

Five Minute Stories by Robert Rudman & Ellie Rose

Class of Classics by Leigh Dragoon & Jessi Sheron

The books that don’t have a link are ones I know exist but I couldn’t find on internet archive/other searching.

If you have any links to these missing books, or books that I don’t have PLEASE lmk. Or if you have higher quality or pdf links (since some of the books are just screenshots of pages that I put together on a doc…)

The last two books in the once upon a twist series don’t exist.. they were cancelled or only a few copies were made (and those who have them aren’t saying anything). But I’m hoping to find them somehow if I have to message perdita finn myself. I believe there are a few chapters up somewhere so I’ll try to compile all that’s available

Any title that is coloured with a link means I don’t have a pdf or full copy yet but I have a preview

Because this is getting so much attention make sure to check my pinned post that has more eah resources!!

There are also diaries that went along with the dolls that you can find on @everafterhigharchive’s page who is also responsible for most of the links here

(Also one of my interconnect libraries has meet Crystal Winter so I’ll upload that onto internet archive + add it on here once it ships)

[internetgiraffekid1673]

@eah-confessions has declared today side character appreciation day! If I had a week and we weren't in the middle of moving, I'd do at LEAST a few more art pieces, but I HAD to make a shoutout to the actual best teacher at Ever After High: Professor Jack-Be-Nimble

If you didn't read the books you may not know this, but Jack is an AMAZING teacher! You can see in his webisode with Cedar that instead of trying to force her to do something she CAN'T do, which is the usual approach at EAH, he immediately offers her an alternate solution to the assignment that achieves exactly the same goal. And Cedar also feels comfortable talking to him about it, which isn't something we see with most other teachers!

But the real star of the show for me is his one-scene wonder in Unfairest of Them All, which shows he really does care about his students and takes the opportunity to help them whenever he can. Behold his skulking lesson:

(For reference, he spends the whole lesson disappearing and reappearing around the room while Raven attempts to have a very sensitive texting conversation with Cerise. Instead of reprimanding her, he helps her out, and she continues to use his advice throughout the books).

Version without the shading so you can see my man better! I changed the embroidery on his vest to look like candlesticks, but he's otherwise exactly the same. Also, I get more attached to Raven's design everytime I draw her. It's actually just so perfect for her.

[stars-owls-musicals]

Cinderella Boy in The Storybook of Legends

So I am an Ever After High fan as much as I am a Cinderella Boy fan, and I got to thinking: If Chase, Deacon, Prunella, and Nox went into The Storybook of Legends (the book written by Shannon Hale, not the in universe destiny book), which character's roles would they fill?

First off I think that Chase would end up being in Raven Queen's role. While both she and Apple are the protagonists, I feel like Raven, what with her rebelling and not signing the book, fits the role of the heroine more.

So, because of that, I feel like Prunella would then end up being in Dexter Charming's role, seeing as Dexter helps out Raven by distracting Headmaster Grimm that one time. Also he's just supportive of Raven throughout the book, so I think that would give him the hero role. Also, it's funny to imagine what shenanigans Prunella would get up to in the world of Ever After High and how they are very much things that Dexter definitely would not do (more often than not).

Hear me out on this: I think that Nox aka Buddy would end up in the role of Apple White. Now, Apple is not a villain. But in the Storybook of Legends, there isn't a specific villainess character. In the second book in the series, Unfairest of Them All, that role without a doubt goes to the Evil Queen. And while the Evil Queen does show up in the beginning of The Storybook of Legends (when Raven sees her just before the school year), I don't feel like she plays a big enough role to truly count as the villainess of book 1.

So, in the Storybook of Legends, I feel like this would work similarly to the Beach Boys arc, in which the magic of the keys picks the closest possible character to the criteria even if it's not an exact match up. Considering that Raven and Apple have conflicting ideas about destiny, I think that Nox would then end up in Apple White's role. Again, I'm not saying that Apple is a villain. But there truthfully isn't another character that I feel this fits.

Also this gives Chase and Nox more instances to interact and Stargoth moments to happen. I won't pretend that this didn't influence my thought process at least a little.

Anyway, now onto Deacon! I feel like he'd end up in Maddie Hatter's role. Maddie helps out Raven at several points in the book, like when they talk to Giles Grimm, and is also her best friend. Plus, having Deacon somehow know Riddle-ish and being able to speak to the Narrator is fun to me.

I'd be interested to hear what other people think about this! Or if you think another character would fit the different role's better!

[theotherbackgrounder]

Headcanon and Theories Day 5: Cerise Hood

Aka. My favorite mess.

While raised to be the next Red Riding Hood, Cerise’s true destiny is the Big Bad Wolf.

Because of her secret, Cerise didn’t have real friends she could bond with that she could call close.

Had an imaginary friend when she was a kid. Whatever happened to her?

Cerise witnessed both Raven and Ginger being bullied, but was too scared to say anything. She felt like if she spoke up it would lead to others learning her secret and that she would be targeted next for the bullying. So she said nothing. It still haunts her that she never tried to help.

Cerise has regrets from her childhood about her father, that she was never able to do the things that other girls got to do with their daddies. She always wanted to do the doughnuts for dad or the daughter-father dance

She sleeps run like a dog.

4 time champio in Storybrooke fair Hotdog eating contest. Wears disguises at the fair so her friends doesn’t find out.

Red Riding Hood has baby photos where Cerise acts more like a puppy than human baby. She had her own chew toy and everything. Edit: Apparently I read about this in Unfairest of them All.

[eah-confessions]

I'm like... oddly interested in Dizzie. I wouldn't say I ship them, but they still make me curious? Like obviously I knew that Daring and Lizzie were always kind and caring people, but it's so interesting to me that these bold and dramatic characters are able to speak to each other so softly and considerately. I wish we didn't just get that ONE episode with them because they seemed to have great chemistry. Like. Auwhh I want to know what happened to them, because they sounded so sincere at the end of the episode and clearly it went beyond a silly bet.

Btw I'm reading the books in order and I've only started reading The Unfairest of Them All so I don't know yet if there's any Dizzie content in the books oop

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[myscalesofjustice]

If EAH (or a reboot) followed through on Milton as a villain, I can think of a better backstory than the one from Thronecoming: He's a washed-out narrator from Shadow High. He craved power to manipulate stories rather than just tell them but lacked the necessary talent. In its place, he runs the system Ever After depends on so civilization bends to his will (If you've read The Unfairest of Them All, you know fairy tale royalty is starving for original thought).

This would also provide a better motivation to trap his brother underground and make his speech indecipherable. Giles is also a narrator, the better of the two, and he could potentially free himself by interacting with the students' adventures, the way Brooke does.

[booloocrew-blog]

EAH Ocs based on Wicked or The Wizard of Oz

Bubblelina Goodwitch- Daughter of Glinda

Roomate: Westina Wicked

Royal or Rebel?: Closeted Rebel

Secret Heart's Desire: I....know I'm supposed to be the good witch, but my true heart's desire lies in staying with Westina Wicked forever after.

My "Magic" Touch: My spell-riffic bubble magic allows for easy transport of my things- and my friends- if they need a lift!

Storybook Romance Status: I'm not sure if I'm in love with Westina Wicked or if we're just friends- that quizzical debate has made persuing a romance off the tea table for a bit.

"Oh, curses!" moment: My status as a "good witch" means I tend to get the most royally unfairest infractions from my teachers whenever I stray from that path! It honestly infurates me!

Favorite Subject: Good Magic Mastery! Where-ever after my destiny leads me, I want to make sure I'm fairy good at magic, if nothing else.

Least favorite subject: Kingdom Management. I try to keep a good face about it, but ruling a kingdom that is destined to spell-a-brate my best friend's death isn't exactly my happily ever after.

Other bios under the cut

as seen here:

Olivia and Oscar Ozmond- Twin Descendants of The Wizard

Roomate: Each other

Royal or Rebel?: Royals-

-duh!

Secret Heart's Desire:

Olivia: To rule the land of Oz once more!

Oscar: And gain a magic touch while we're at it!

My "Magic" Touch:

Olivia: Oscar's the gadgeter genius like my father-

Oscar: -and Olivia can make any lie sound like the truth!

Storybook Romance Status:

Oscar: No need to have a romance-

Olivia: -when we're destined to rule either way!

"Oh, curses!" moment:

Olivia: We're mischevious liars and tricker-sters through and through-

Oscar: -and yet we're lumped in with the GOOD guys. What a fairy fail!

Favorite Subject:

Olivia: Science & Spells!

Oscar: We need to learn ourselves some magic- or at least, how to lie about having it!

Least favorite subject:

Oscar: Kingdom Management.

Olivia: We'd rather be in General Villainy.

Westina Wicked - Daughter of Elphaba

Roomate: Bubblelina Goodwitch

Royal or Rebel?: Closeted Royal

Secret Heart's Desire: I want to be feared and die with a bang, but I don't want Bubblelina to be unhappy by my choice, so I'm pretending to be all for flipping the script for her sake.

My "Magic" Touch: I have some of the best magic hexpertise that Madame Baba Yaga has ever seen in her tale, and when I'm emotionally charged with anger, it works twice as well!

Storybook Romance Status: Bubblelina evokes certain fairy feelings in me, but I have no time for that if I want to be the wickedest of them all.

"Oh, curses!" moment: Being the Wicked Witch means I don't have much friends. Also, when I get mad, it's hard to limit my power- one time, I turned everyone into frogs HEXCEPT the poor prince I was supposed to cast- all because someone called me a toad.

Favorite Subject: Spells, Hexes and General Witchery. Cliche, I know, but when I'm hocus focused, I end up being the most spelltacular student in class!

Least favorite subject: Hexonomics. I'm bad at math. Plain and simple.

Skyler Gale- Daughter of Dorothy

Roommate: Tina Tinman

Royal or Rebel?: Royal

Secret Heart's Desire: I just want to be home. I was teleported here from the "real world" thanks to my mothers magic heirloom shoes, and now I have to learn all this new lingo and about my new "destiny". Truthfully, I'm still a bit thronesick, but I'm still quite enjoying this unex- unHEXepcted home.

My "Magic" Touch: My silver slippers! It's what got me here in the first place, but for some reason, I can't tap my shoes and go home 'until my heart feels like home', whatever that means.

Storybook Romance Status: Truth be told, I do like Tina Tinman and Leon Braveheart, they have helped me feel like home during my first few days here as an hexchange student.

"Oh, curses!" moment: Being from Kansas, sometimes it's hard to understand cultural norms of this place. Like how "ex" is replaced by "hex" in most cases, or how we learn stuff related to our fairy tales- I got quite a few weird looks for saying I'd like to try General Villiany.

Favorite Subject: Grimmnastics. This is the class most like home- and with my shoes, I'm an ace at the hexercises!

Least favorite subject: Hero Training- the most I do is throw a bucket of water on whoever the wicked witch in my tale is, so it's a chore to sit through.

[universeofdreams]

(Almost) Broken Strings Pt. 1

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Min Yoongi x fem!Reader

Genre: Some angst, a lot of flashbacks but in general rather fluffy

Warnings: I don't think there are any BUT broken instruments. Some anxiety but not more I guess. Correct me please if I'm wrong.

Wordcount: 4812 words

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Summary: You study music abroad, didn't expect to get access to an exchange program in South Korea. Moving there wasn't easy, settling wasn't easy. But you had that violin you kept close to your heart. Until someone destroys that and Min Yoongi kind of help you out with it.

Author's Note: Hellooooo y'all. I swear, I wanted to write this as one but I'm currently experiencing a bad, bad writers block. So I decided to give this to you a little earlier, promising you a second (and third?) part? I hope you like it.

Reposts and likes are highly appreciated. <3

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You grew fond of this wooden thing, after all. So fond that it was almost the unfairest thing that could ever happen to you.

Especially to you.

Maybe it was the universe that decided to work against you today or it simply was the rain – even though you normally liked rain. 

But hurrying though the streets of Seoul was unpleasing, no matter the weather. You clutched the case of your so fragile instrument tightly, hoping to shield it from any harm, whether it was the rain or the amount of people that seemingly tried to knock you down. 

The jacket you wore clung to your soaked sweater and your skin by now, despite the fabric being Gore-Tex or something, you don’t really remember. You could’ve sworn that you caught a glimpse of lightning from the corner of your right eye. The music you were listening to luckily deafened out the noise from the street but that also meant that, if it was a lightning, the thunder rolling with it would go unnoticed by you.

The reflections of the grey sky on the street made you depressed enough, you decided. And in that exact moment someone pushed you back. It wasn’t just a simple push as if someone miscalculated the distance, it was forceful.

The fact that your behind met the cold, wet pavement didn’t matter to you. What really caught your attention was the dark blue case that slipped out of your grasp and out onto the already slippery ground, tossed between feet that hurried to get away from the scene, controlled by people that didn’t even spare a second glance what was going on down there.

You cursed the Korean mindset of minding their own businesses.

And you cursed out loud, paired with the raw sound of despair.

“Shit, no, fuck!”

You ached to get back on your feet to get to your violin but something blocked your view – no, someone. 

A tall man dressed in a black suit stood at your feet, his broad frame shielding what was happening behind him. You saw feet hurrying down the street but that didn’t matter to you. Your eyes flicked from the (now destroyed) case of your instrument to the man that stood in front of you. 

He was the one that pushed you over. 

And usually, you were a very peaceful person, your friends would even describe you as weirdly calm but rage bubbled inside you. Your throat felt tight as you decided to at least make this man aware of what he did. 

Swallowing the lump that was forming, you got up, took a deep breath and started screaming at the man, who looked dangerously similar to a bodyguard.

“How could you!”, was the first thing that came to your mind as you made your way – this time forcefully and eager – to the broken case, picked it up and shoved in the dark-haired male’s face.

Who didn’t even spare you a glance.

He looked straight through you.

Why would someone do this? Why would someone be so heartless to destroy a students’ instrument and then ignore them like all of this didn’t happen? 

What were you supposed to do now? You were on your way to a rehearsal with your favourite professor, excited to show him the improvement on your piece. How your intonation got cleaner, a little crispier and how you weren’t focused on the theoretical part anymore. 

And you were already running late but showing up without an instrument would even disappoint Mr. Kim. And you didn’t come to Seoul to fuck it all up and disappoint people. 

Even now, tears brimming in your eyes, the man didn’t react. Didn’t say a single word. As if he was made of stone, he didn’t move a single muscle. You could feel the tears roll down your cheeks and mix with the rain that fell down from the sky. 

It simply wasn’t fair. How could you even afford a new instrument?

No, you didn’t even want a new instrument. It wouldn’t sound the same plus it wouldn’t hold the memories yours did. 

How your grandpa smiled at you when giving it to you. 

You were just a child, freshly fourteen years old and since your grandfather wasn’t able to play his violin anymore, he passed it on to you. He trusted you with the one thing he had and kept him sane the moment you were born. Every time he and grandma had no idea how to stop your cries, he got out his violin and started playing lullabies. And each time you were wrapped in a cosy blanket and away from your mum, you had a good reason to cry. 

As you got older, he played less and less, finding it harder and harder to bring up the strength to play. One day you sat in his armchair, listening to grandma and grandpa cook something in the kitchen, the words that made your grandpa promise you something, came out of your mouth.

“Grandpa, I want to play the violin too.”

He was so excited when telling your parents about this that afternoon and he was even more excited when you were old enough that his own would fit you.

Tears prickled down your face as you held the almost broken instrument in your hands, not even wanting to imagine how disappointed your granddad would’ve been.

That’s when he noticed you. 

For everyone else it would’ve been hard to differentiate if you were crying like a fan or if there was an issue but not for him. He knew exactly that his presence wasn’t the reason for your tears. 

A pair of dark brown eyes shot you a glace – only for a second or two, but the person that was walking behind the ‘makes-poor-students-sad-and-wears-a-suit-man’ actually noticed you. And he apparently also noticed what was in your hands. 

But that didn’t matter to you, you had things worse that were clouding your mind. Only when you snapped out of your trance, the person was gone. Not entirely, because he was passing something onto one of the bodyguards while entering a van. 

After the men and apparently their bodyguards left, the excitement died down and all the fans left. But you stood there, the broken pieces of your memories in hand. 

But one of the men that were shielding the group of people approached you. He made his way towards you with longs strides and held something in his hands for you to take. It was a small paper, a little scrambled.

Contemplation was one of your biggest habits. You weren’t so sure if the man was trustworthy but, after glancing down at the broken case, you shrugged and took the crumbled paper to save it from the ongoing rain.

Before you could ask what that was about, the man left. And you stood there, almost soaked, broken violin in hand a note in your hand. You kept it hidden in your hand because shoving it in your pocket would ruin too and that would have the same effect as spilling wine on a perfectly white shirt.

But your professor still welcomed you, when you reached the auditorium ten minutes before the class would end. He gave you a compassionate smile and gestured you to enter the room and sit. After every other of your fellow students left, Mr. Kim sat down next to you and opened the case, hissing after seeing the extent of your incident. 

“No good day today, huh?”, he said and closed the case again, knowing it would just hurt you to look at that destroyed instrument for too long.

“Don’t worry about this class, please. I know you’re good, I won’t let you fail it because of such unlucky things. I will exempt you for the upcoming seminars.”

Mr. Kim was the most understanding teacher you met in your entire life. Despite you two met two weeks ago when you arrived in Seoul, he instantly knew music was your passion and you didn’t study it to impress your parents or someone else. The way you carried yourself in class and how you read sheet music like others read books, he saw himself in you. And it took him no time to admit that you were one of his favourite students.

He pushed you and showed you how good you really were. How others could only dream of having the capacity to make music like you did. But he never spilled his thoughts. He kept them, in case you needed them the most. And adapting and finding a new instrument is hard, especially for someone like you. He figured it would be about time when you found a way to play again.

Mr. Kim left the room shortly after to fetch some lunch and you didn’t realise your fist was still clenched around the note. 

Some fine hangul and a phone number.

Since your Korean was terrible you decided to simply dial the number and see what would happen.

After a few seconds someone picked up the phone and a deep but warm voice spoke to you.

“Yun Seoul Instrument Repair, how can I help you?”, the man on the other side asked.

A bit perplexed you stared at the note, hoping to soon find out what was written on there.

“Hello?”, he asked, wondering who was calling him. 

You snapped back, realising that you haven’t said a word so far.

“Uhm, hello, Mr.! I got your phone number from a friend and I had kind of… an accident with my violin.”, you stammered.

A knowing gasp came out of the phone speaker.

“Oh, yes! Your friend reached out to me. I’ll send you the address, come around if you’d like.”, he offered.

His declaration made your heart beat a little faster. Maybe there was a way of fixing that sweet broken soul of your instrument. And while your mind was unexpectantly pessimistic, your heart yearned for a way to fix it.

A minute later, your phone buzzed again. It was the number you called.

‘Wausan-ro 21-gil, Hongdae’

You grabbed your stuff and made the decision to use the metro, in case to prevent further damage and also to not get soaked again. Thankfully the route passed your flat so you were able to change into some dry clothes before following the route that your phone suggested.

When you reached the relatively small alleyway, the rain was almost gone and you were able to take in the different stores and building on your way there. Some cupboards filled with delicacies, others were plastered with advertisements and most were houses, accommodating families.

You didn’t expect to study abroad in Seoul and you didn’t even think of it for a second back home. Your life was exactly what you wanted, being a music major was all you’ve ever dreamt of. But that your professor back home registered you for a ‘Study Abroad’ program behind your back made you mad back then. And soon after you boarded a plane to South Korea, your destination was the Incheon Airport. 

And let’s be real, leaving your hometown to live and study in a city you don’t even know sounds pretty crazy, so you decided on firstly staying three months only. You could still request an extension after all but you’d keep that opportunity for yourself.

Soon the wooden sign came into view, which was painted with pretty hangul letters.

You entered the small shop and the smell of aged wood and varnish filled your senses. A small bell rang, signalling the owner that a new customer arrived. 

The store was filled with instruments, whether it was flutes or celli, but also some violins were displayed in their delicate boxes.

As you looked around, a dark-haired, probably middle-aged man hurried up the stairs from the basement and came to a halt, as he saw you. 

He expected someone young, but he didn’t quite think of a student. 

“Is this the Yun Seoul Repair Shop?”, you asked the man while looking over your shoulder.

Indeed, it was the same accent he heard on the phone a little earlier. And so he nodded , introduced himself as Mr. Yun and walks you to the small presentation-table in the centre of the room, gesturing you to show him the problem in your hands. 

When you opened up the case, he gasped. And let me tell you, when you’re bringing your instrument in for repair and the luthier gasps, it’s worse than you thought.

But it wasn’t worse, it was exactly what you had expected. 

“Oh, dear…”, he muttered, taking the many broken pieces in his hands. 

You knew. 

You were fucked.

And your violin too, in the worst way possible.

“This might take me some time.”, he offered with a sign. 

The bell rang, signalling that someone entered the store. Through the reflection of one of the showcases you were able to faintly make out a person dressed in a black jacket, wearing a hat and a mask.

Since your knowledge of the Korean language was already limited, following a conversation was even harder. 

But when you’re met with the exact same brown eyes as earlier today, your stomach twisted. He saw you and pulled his mask down to talk to the owner of the store properly now. 

His skin was bright, exactly what all the skin care models wished for. A faint smile was tugging at his lips and his eyes had a fair hint of mischief in them. Only when his gaze fell to the case that was folded open on the desk, the expression on his face crumbled into something more distant, almost cold.

“Is this yours?”, he asked you, voice a little hushed but still almost a bit too firm.

You nodded as a confirmation, and he shook his head.

“So sorry about that.”, he said shortly and turned around to talk to the owner again.

If only you’d know that he was beating himself up for not preventing the incident with the bodyguard. His bodyguard. Well, technically he didn’t belong to Yoongi nor was he hired only for the purpose to protect him, but entirely BTS.

And it was a misery that he wasn’t able to fix what his fans destroyed but yet here he was, he at least wanted you to get it fixed. 

Of course, he saw how you were shoved out of the way. Of course, he saw how the bodyguard sent the case of your instrument flying but no matter what he would’ve done, it probably would’ve just made it worse. And the idea of having one of the suited men hand you a simple note, no name, nothing else, eased his mind a little. And when he called the owner beforehand, Mr. Yun, the owner, promised to tell him if you’d call in. 

He wouldn’t have known any other way that you’d be here right now and he was very grateful for knowing Mr. Yun closer. 

Mr. Yun now shuffled around, until he saw a model that suit you and the probably very high expectations you had, judging by what you’ve played before. 

He came back with a violin in his right hand, in the left he held a bow. Normal people would think your broken one and the one he held in hands were the exact same but to you they weren’t.

Firstly, the memories.

Secondly the colour. It was a little lighter, a little more reddish and when you took it into your hands, the wood wasn’t as light as the one you had before.

Thirdly, the sound. While the sound of Mr. Yuns violin was full and warm, you preferred edgy, spiralling sounds. You liked how violins could sound like singing saws or sirens, it made them mystical. But you also knew that if you’d keep looking for an instrument as close as possible to the now destroyed one, you’d leave the store without one. 

Which wasn’t your plan.

And so you placed the delicate instrument between your jaw and your shoulder, reaching for the bow and brushing it over the strings. 

And to be real, Yoongi knew what strings sounded like. He records them himself, after all. But to be fair, they were nothing but synthesizer-sounds. He knew very well that actually playing the violin was hard, at least he expected it to be hard. 

But his head snapped towards you when you started playing something. Actually playing a piece. He didn’t recognise it but Mr. Yun did.

“Humoresque! What a beautiful piece.”, he said and pouted when you stopped playing and handing him the violin back. The man made his way back and made it his mission to find a violin that suited your wishes.

Yoongi was starstruck. 

The strings he used for his songs sounded utterly different. Sometimes more of a soundscape, other times just to accentuate chords. But hearing that delicate instrument almost sing under your grip made the clouds in his mind disappear. 

Music is a broad topic, you both knew. But it was unexpected for him. He had no exact reason to even not think you’d be good and yet he wasn’t quite sure what to make out of you when he first saw you. How you clenched your jaw when the bodyguard wasn’t looking at you.

To be honest, he thought you were a fan first. But when he saw your gaze flicking to the floor over and over, he looked too. 

And as a man of the music, his heart clenched at the sight.

He deeply felt sorry, felt bad about how these men treated your passion. And usually he wasn’t one to pay too much attention to his surroundings when they were guided out of a building, but today something was off. 

The way it ate him up, even when the van swiftly left the entire chaos behind. The way it gnawed on him.

Why did he let that happen?

But Mr. Yun interrupted his train of thoughts, rushing past him. Another instrument in hand, this one looked a little more delicate to him. And it definitely suited you, at least from the looks.

The wood was warm in your hands, light but sturdy. And you genuinely liked the colour too. It wasn’t as reddish as the one before and definitely the curves were delicately carved.

And the sound was your thing too. And Mr. Yun noticed as soon as you played the first note. Of course, he recognised the piece you played, the skilled musician he was. Pietro Locatelli was one of his all-time favourite composers after all. 

The delicate sound of the picked violin echoed through the room and Yoongi felt as if he was floating. Usually, he was too oblivious to even recognise when he felt like this but this time he knew on what to blame it. Music was a way to get into his heart and – to be quite frankly – you seemed to have the mind of one. 

How you intonate each note, how fragile some and others so sharp sounded. It was no mystery that he appreciated the art and what it brought, he was listening to music most of the time after all. And sometimes it didn’t even matter what played in his earphones – as long as it was surrounding him. As long as he could sit back and let his mind be engulfed by music. 

And that’s what he did right now. He stood there, closed eyes, listening to the so lovely sound of your play. And he missed how such a delicate – almost as delicate as your instrument of choice – smile crept into your face. 

But Mr. Yun didn’t miss it. He saw all of it. How you were a little unsure first, when you started playing, but the more and more you played of one of his favourite pieces, he saw how playing this filled your heart with joy. Playing this with his violin.

And you caught Min Yoongi off-guard, when you stopped playing and accidentally looking right over to him.

His eyes snapped open and the heat crept up his ears, which turned a sweet shade of pink. 

He had to swallow once – twice – to prevent a lump forming in his throat.

Mr. Yun on the other side was amazed by you. He smiled widely, grabbing the case of the broken misery and bringing it in a staff room and made a mental note to further determine the reparation later.

You, on the hand, were standing in his small shop, expensive violin in hand and too flabbergasted to know what to do with it. 

When the luthier came back with a new case and took the violin out of your hands to place it delicately in the velvety plush.

Yoongi, who was still frozen in place, now had at least an idea what to say to you.

“You play- beautifully.”, he muttered and scratched his neck. 

Wow, great, Min Yoongi. The oh so famous rapper and producer Agust D and BTS’ Suga didn’t come up with more than this?!

It sent him elsewhere when you gave him that sheepish smile of yours and bowed to him with a ‘thank you so much!’. 

Thank god he didn’t forget that you basically didn’t know any Korean. It would’ve been even more embarrassing for him. At least it seemed like you didn’t really were aware of who he was. But he didn’t get his hopes up. People always find out in the end.

“As long as your instrument is here with me, you’re free to take this one home. I know you’ll take care of it.”, Mr. Yun offered and when your jaw practically hit the floor, Yoongi couldn’t contain his snorting. 

“Thank you, sir! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”, you exclaimed, bowing exactly seven times to the man in front. 

You were stunned.

You knew that your violin was a good one but the one he offered you was definitely worth more. That didn’t really matter to you, unless a strangers’ hands it to you, trusting you with it. 

It’s an honour to you.

He asked for your name, that he could write it on a post-it for his employee, in case young Jihyun (that’s what he called him), wanted to reorganise his shop (again).

When you and Yoongi left the store together, he pulled his mask up again, hiding half of his face below it. Didn’t concern you so far, you sometimes wore a mask here too, pollution was one of the good reasons.

But when he put on some sunglasses, despite the sky still being clouded from the earlier rain, you got suspicious.

“Whether the sky nor I shine bright enough for sunglasses.”, you informed him while tilting your head and he mentally slapped himself for not thinking this through. 

“It’s- uh-“, think, Min Yoongi, think. 

But Min Yoongi was indeed not thinking. Well, not thinking of things that made sense apparently.

“My eyes are a little sensitive, UV lighting, you know.”, he said. 

And you weren’t an intruder, you brushed it off.

“Where do you live?”, he asked, looking around.

It was just five minutes from here and Yoongi decided that a short walk wouldn’t hurt. But he indeed texted his driver where to pick him up and when. 

You two walked to your flat in silence but you’d consider it as comfortable silence. When you reached the front door of the apartment complex your Airbnb was located in, you set the case down carefully.

“Mr. Yun told me on the phone that a friend of mine reached out to him.”, you started off and Yoongi gulped. He forgot about that part.

“I assume you were that friend, right?”

And he was lucky that he shoved his hands in his pockets a little earlier but if you’d see how he clenched his fists, you’d know your assumption was definitely right.

“Huh? No, I know Mr. Yun, he’s a friend of my mother.”, he said. And it wasn’t even a lie. The luthier was indeed a friend of his mother. That’s why Yoongi exactly knew who could help you.

Surprise flooded your features and you nodded along.

“What’s your name?”, you asked him now. 

“Yoongs.”

The answer was simple and despite your lack of knowledge of Korean culture, suspicion settled in the pit of your stomach. But you decided to not ask him about it.

“It was nice meeting you, Yoongs. Thanks for taking me home.”, you started, his eyes softening.

He shrugged, an action that should resemble a ‘You’re welcome’. The decision was made, knowing he’d spill more if he kept talking. He’d actually reveal himself. And he didn’t want to.

He didn’t want you to like him because he was famous or because he was rich. Maybe he was afraid you’d like one of his hyungs more, like Jungkook. Tall, built Jungkook with the voice of an angel.

Or maybe Namjoon, the super smart man that would stand up for you any second, if you just squirmed.

But he wasn’t his hyungs and it was nagging him.

It was nagging him so much, that he was still thinking about it when his driver parked in front of him and your voice was gone behind the thick door to the stairs.

The drive back was silent. Yoongi didn’t speak to the people driving him most of the time. It was his time to think, after all. He sat back and there it was, the train of thoughts.

All that while you wrapped yourself in the blanket and sunk into the mattress. Today was awful enough.

Awful enough as in disgustingly awful. A day you’d rather spent in bed, not doing anything at all.

And then you snatched your phone off of the night stand and opened google.

‘Yoongs seoul south korea’, you typed into the search.

And there it was.

The answer was right in front of your eyes.

Thousands of pictures of so-called “Min Yoongi”.

And your instinct proved you right. He was suspicious, indeed. And it was definitely him, you’d recognise those eyes every single time. 

But what shocked you even more was that he was a big deal everywhere. Not just in South Korea but worldwide. 

You switched to Instagram, searching for his name and his profile popped up.

49M followers.

Oh, you felt sick to your stomach.

But instead of being disappointed, you were excited. Maybe it was the name, but Min Yoongi rolled of your tongue way better than Yoongs and you actually liked his name. It suits him.

And you couldn’t resist sending him a message.

‘So, Yoongs is your alias or something?’, you typed.

The moment Yoongi read the message, his smile dropped. She found out soon. Way too soon.

He wanted to apologise, to tell her why he lied to her but ended up typing something he’d cringe over later anyways.

‘Some kind of nickname’

‘Oh, really? You could’ve told me’

‘I’m sorry.’

And he was sorry. It felt like it all was going downhill and he clutched the phone in his hands so hard, his knuckles turned white.

‘It’s okay, don’t worry. Had to google you first anyways’

He chuckled. Did you really not know him? He already had his answer, you didn’t recognise you back in the store when he pulled his mask down, that could’ve been answer enough for his overthinking mind.

And then, in a blink another notification rolled in. And another.

‘y/nslifewithkeychanges followed you.’

‘Btw… My class is planning a concert. Now that I know you’re famous I feel ridiculous to ask you such boring things but-‘

‘Would you like to come?’

Silence. Yoongi sat on the couch in their living room, his hyungs somewhere around here. Well, Jungkook and Taehyung were also on the couch but controllers clutched in hands, mashing the buttons to fight a monster in that random multiplayer game they bought earlier today.

Lucky him that they were caught up with something so simple while he was squirming in his seat, determining if he should agree and come around for your concert or not. 

Until Namjoon came home, threw his jacket on the rack and his bag in a random corner.

“Hey, boys, I’m home!”, he spoke and noticed Tae and Jungkook, but also Yoongi.

And Yoongi’s appearance? 

Not normal.

His shoulders were slouched and the grasp on his phone was noticeable tight, while he was looking out the window, past Kook and Tae. His right leg was bouncing up and down, a great indicator for the anxiety rising within this young man.

‘Sure, when, where?’

You quickly texted him back, giving him all necessary information, adding the dress code. 

It was a date, you’d see each other in four days. All dressed up, he’d even see you perform and it made you more than excited. 

[agentmoss]

A wonderlandiful book be like.

What if all the main characters of today’s story got fucking emotionally body slammed.

PHYSICALLY BODY SLAMMED

MULTIPLE TIMES.

BY A CREATURE PROBABLY THE SIZE OF A DRAGON MAYBE BIGGER

and we just walk away from it all like oh my god it’s so emotionally devastating it’s actually crazy. Shannon Hale knows how to COOK!!! But also I’m gonna need financial compensation because that hurt. So did unfairest of them all please for the love of ever after read the ever after high books if you haven’t already they’re absolutely wonderlandiful so far I’ve only read the first three but at the least read A wonderlandiful world

Also Maddie really just clears in every universe huh

Sharing more thoughts on this later and hopefully sketching some scenes

[lantanasmuttyfanfics]

Can you do dexter and raven again, please? Where raven is the blush dork in the relationship 🥹,please

A bit of a shorter fic today so I’m sorry bout that but I promise to make up for it with a eq x gk fic very soon

Anyway I’ve realized that for certain ships I’m better at writing in one character pov than the other and for dexven I think I’m def better at writing Dexter povs so I’m sorry if this is shitty

Hope you enjoyyyy!!

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Raven groaned as she read her schedule for the new term. She had chemistry first thing on a Monday morning with seemingly none of her friends, so not only would she be all alone all her friends had been put together in crownculus and Raven found that just unfairest.

“I’m sure it won’t be so bad.” Ashlynn tried to be supportive as she reached out and grabbed Ravens hands.

Briar who seemingly woken just moments before snorted as she laughed, “come on Ashlynn it is that bad. Remember when you had castle management alone last year.”

Ashlynn threw Briar a glare as Raven dropped her head in her hands. “Anyway… I’m sure you’ll make a friend in no time. Everyone knows how sweet you are.” Raven tried to seem uplifted as Ashlynn and Briar excused themselves from the castleteria in search of their class.

She was about to start heading to chemistry when her vision was suddenly blocked by a shadow before her.

Looking up in confusion, Raven immediately froze and felt heat travel to her cheeks as she stared at Dexter.

“Hey Raven.” He slid in the seat next to hers and she had to use her hair as a cover for her flushed face. “Raven?” She silently sighed as she turned to look at him with a smile. He smiled back, his dimples appearing on his cheeks as he did.

“What’s up!” Dexter shrugged and put his schedule down next to hers. “I have chemistry all alone on Monday mornings.” Raven perked up as she heard this, her eyes glowing with glee as she grabbed his hand.

“That’s great!” He gave her an unimpressed look before she continued “so do I. So that means that we can be partners together.”

Dexter was silent for a second before he jumped up while grabbing her wrist. “Really? I mean yeah awesome, great.”

Raven wasn’t listening tho to his words as her mind focused on his gentle touch at her hand. How he was holding her wrist so delicately and yet firmly as he started to lead them down the corridor. The touch sent electric waves through her all the way to her cheeks as she followed.

As they entered the class and took their seats, Raven hoped that Dexter was oblivious to her fired cheeks and to her giddy face as she stole little glances at him. Watching the way the sun caught his dark hair, adding hints of carmel gold and specks of gold in his blue eyes.

She always knew that everyone thought Daring was the more handsome brother but looking at him now and since she first saw him she’d think that Darimg had nothing to Dexter. He didn’t have his kind, genuine eyes or his calming, affectionate smile or his-.

“Raven Queen!” Raven jumped as she heard the teacher shout her name, “stop daydreaming and get back to work!” She nodded and clenched her fist under the table as the embarrassment coursed through her.

“So what were you day dreaming about. Not about some prince I hope.” She knew he said it as a joking manner but she could have sworn that there was something more in his voice as he stared at her almost pleadingly. Almost.

Another wave of heat reached her cheeks and raven quickly turned away and grabbed a random flask from the tray. “No! No never.” She laughed off as she started to pour the green liquid into the beaker. Dexter kissed his teeth but nodded before taking a table take as he saw what raven was pouring in.

“Raven no!” He swiftly shoved her out the way and put himself before her as an explosion burst in the room.

Murmurs soon broke out but Raven didn’t care. Because how could she focus on anything else than her crushes arms around her body as stared down at her with such care and concern.

Unconsciously Dexter leaned down and brushed away a streak of her hair, Ravens breath caught in her throat and once again her betraying cheeks started to blush and much to her dismay Raven had to cut their little moment short as she pulled away.

Before either could say anything their teacher was in front of them, yelling about whatever after, while they both were seemingly entranced in each other. Raven wished she could just make the teacher shut up but she couldn’t so she had to make do with gazing at Dexter and his warm eyes.

And as they sat back in their seats, heads hung low and fingers brushing Raven let her blush erupt in her cheeks baring no shame as her fellow classmate looked at her with confusion while she stared at Dexter like a love sick puppy.

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Since it’s summer now, what are your guys plans?? I went back to my home country and then I’m going to Italy for a week and then coming back until I have time return to the country I live in for school

Anyway I do hope you enjoyed and have a great day!!

[inamindfarfaraway]

Oooo that was so interesting I now ALSO ship Poppy and Sparrow!!! Gosh I love how you articulate your thoughts. If you don’t mind, I’ve always been curious about Ginger and Hopper, I know they’re a fairly popular ship but why is that? What drew you to them?

Thank you! I wasn’t really trying to convince anyone to change their minds, but I’m happy that you can also find joy in shipping… what is their ship name? Porrow and Spoppy sound silly. O’Hood? No, that sounds like an O’Hair sister and Cerise. There’s a ‘lock’ pun in there somewhere. Lockpickers? Punk Fashion?

Why I like Ginger/Hopper:

They both want to be seen and loved for the good, capable individuals they really are, but social expectations and stereotypes and their own insecurities have always got in the way. Ginger is a wonderful, altruistic person who wants to spread happiness. Yet she’s been a feared, hated, distrusted pariah. Her amazing baking only begins to be respected in the series, having been overshadowed by her family’s bad reputation. And the constant exclusion has left her shy and self-effacing. Hopper is passionate and sensitive and eloquent, but he’s viewed as just the next Frog Prince or a hopeless, tongue-tied dork, and I bet already living with his curse and waiting for his destiny his whole life are why he’s so anxious about girls and fixated on being a princess’s boyfriend. He’s had it drilled into him that the only way to be happy is to be saved by winning the heart of a princess. And that this will be tough, because he’s undesirable. Just like Ginger is undesirable and unworthy, a villain, not a hero or princess or love interest. I think a gentlemanly prince understanding and wanting her and him learning that his true love doesn’t need to fit into his ‘destined’ romantic plot would be great for them.

They’re both very romantic and in love with love. Like, Hopper has a soul full of beautiful poetry and was part of the True Hearts Day revival team. And he kinda seems more into the idea of being with Briar than her as a person. Ginger, despite being smitten with Hopper as a person, doesn’t tell him out of respect for his feelings for Briar, even after secretly giving him a successful true love’s kiss in Kiss and Spell. She thinks he’d be happier with his idealised princess fantasy than with her complicating things. Girl, no! Give yourself a chance! These two would be such an adorable, sappy couple absolutely giddy about their relationship, and that would boost their respective low self-esteems a lot.

They’re just so freaking cute, okay? They’re so sweet and shy and earnest and awkward! Ginger deserves someone who would read her heartfelt original poems about how awe-inspiring she is and Hopper deserves someone who would listen and appreciate them! She would love his grand gestures, but also teach him that he doesn’t need them with her humble, grounded tastes.

Pink. We already know Hopper likes girls who share his love of pink!

Hopper genuinely can’t control his transformation. It is meant to be a curse, after all. In The Unfairest of Them All, Apple needs him in frog form for a task, but he can’t just change because he wants to help, she has to make him flustered by asking Briar to compliment him. It’s always played for laughs, but it must be really annoying. Imagine automatically turning into a frog every time your emotions or self-consciousness get the better of you. When you’re a teenager. And you can’t be human again until a beautiful rich girl kisses you. And it’s such a common occurrence that everyone lowkey treats it like a joke. How often is he inconvenienced and embarrassed by this chronic magical medical condition, not to mention that he can’t be taken seriously while pursuing his thespian talents because he only has the nerve to when he’s a weird little creature? And unlike the original Frog Prince, he’s done nothing to warrant this affliction! Poor guy! I wish there was a magic user who could help him. Like a witch or something who cared about him and took him more seriously than anyone else. Who became skilled enough to permanently break the curse. Or give him control over it. Which in turn would achieve her own dream of doing good and help prove to people that she’s not dangerous, while keeping her in touch with her witchy heritage. And it would tie into how his generation is moving forward and leaving behind the senseless, toxic cycles of their ancestors. Shame he doesn’t know anyone like that…

I think it would be nice and funny for Briar and Hopper to both surprise themselves by falling in love with ‘future villains’ and become better friends and go on double dates where they laugh about his old crush on her. Especially since Faybelle and Ginger are total opposites and grew up together. They weren’t close friends or anything, but. I guess nobody else wanted to hang out with them.

Thanks for the ask!

[athena-xox]

Okay I just have to add tlosh and then the timeline is done but I figured I’d make a key rn because the timeline may be hard to understand

(For those unaware I’ve made a very detailed timeline of eah)

For most things I will have the name of the episode/chapter and then in brackets where it’s from

Books:

tsbol = the storybook of legends, by Shannon hale

tuota = the unfairest of them all, by Shannon hale

aww = a wonderlandiful world all, by Shannon hale

ouat = once upon a time all, by Shannon hale

ntv = next top villain, by Suzanne Selfors

k&s = kiss and spell, by Suzanne Selfors

asckl = a semi charming kinda life, by Suzanne Selfors

fgt = fairies got talent, by Suzanne Selfors

toh = truth or hair, by Suzanne Selfors

fte = fairy tail ending, by Suzanne Selfors

ouap = once upon a pet, by Suzanne Selfors

tcsc = when the clock strikes Cupid, by Lisa Shea

catb = cerise and the beast, by Lisa Shea

rattb = rosabella and the three bears, by Lisa Shea

doaeq = diary of an evil queen, by stacia deutsh

tsdoaw = the secret diary of Apple white, by Heather Alexander

tsdorq = the secret diary of raven queen, by Heather Alexander

cc = the class of classics, by Leigh Dragoon

Link here to all of them

Diaries:

All the diaries have six chapters. So I will say chapter x for which ever chapter it is.

And then in brackets I’ll put (d. ) (this stands for diary) and then whichever characters diary it is.

Some examples would be:

Chapter 2 (d. lizzie)

Chapter 6 (d. cerise)

Etc

Those are for the signature dolls. There are some diaries for specials so I’ll put the name of what the diary is titled and then (diary)

Example:

Ravens review (diary)

A link to the signature dolls diaries

A link to the other diaries

Specials/webisodes:

I’ll simply put the name of the episode and (series) beside it. Simple as that.

Because every should be watching the same format if a webisode / special over laps with something else I’ll split them apart

For example:

- Apples tale 0-3:27 (series)

- Ravens tale 0-3:14 (series)

A link to all the webisodes (in order of my timeline)

And a link to the specials (if you don’t have Netflix)

[ancientknox]

i just read the scene in the unfairest of them all where darling enters the treasury and does her slo-mo hair flip power and omg ?!? she’s so iconic and powerful while apple is being so so gay, like sure babe just blame wanting to stare at darling by mentioning that you’re “too curious” …we all know ur in love

[royalrebelpropaganda]

ooh you should elaborate ooh

( @oklotea ) ( @dollmenace )

why ofc 🤭 with no further ado here are my transfem headcanons & explanations

duchess :

manifesto largely here , here , and here , but I don't ever clarify as to WHY I think she has trans girl energy, so I will elaborate now.

first of all, narrative role of swans in stories. especially in stories like the ugly duckling, where there's an "ugly" kid who is socially outcast, excluded, harassed, and ends up becoming something beautiful like they were always meant to be-- it works really well as a trans metaphor, and duchess is literally a swan <3

but that's not her story! and you'd be right to point that out. to me, there's something about the way she's constantly feeling left out of the other princess groups because she's not a "happily-ever-after princess," the way she's basically dismissed by the princessology teacher by her saying "are you sure you're a real princess?" -- and wanting so desperately to be one.

so she follows around ashlynn, so she yells at apple, so she tears raven to shreds. she is so jealous and I honestly really think that the jealousy translates really well to a sort of gender envy -- especially since she's constantly dismissed by the same girls. she's constantly portrayed as wanting to "steal" their stories, and really all she wants is a happily ever after, the same safety and comfort they get by being a princess. I think the metaphor kind of speaks for itself.

"Seems to me we need to win this thing so you can always be a girl." - Sparrow Hood to Duchess Swan, Next Top Villain

dexter :

manifesto here + also I ADORE @tiny-leafbug's transfem dex art

now I know a lot of people headcanon dex as transmasc, which honestly I can actually fully understand in the context of the show and diaries. the idea that he's constantly trying to perform this paragon of masculinity, and constantly falling short. I get it.

HOWEVER! the books is where I fell in love with dex, and in the books dex's vibe is different. he doesn't care about being a "prince charming," not really, and his relationship with his brother seems much more affectionate, with him responding to daring's ribbing in turn and not really caring about daring making fun of him. this lack of caring makes all that pressure put on his shoulders by his parents seem more like something he never wanted to live up to in the first place. on the boxes, he says -- well, I'm good at hero training. and in the books, raven notices the calluses on his hands, the skill he has in PE class. it's not that he's ever been bad at what his parents what him to do. it's that... he doesn't want to do it.

at some point he says "well ... everyone else has been able to recite their story since they learned to talk, while I'm facing this huge unknown." there's something about this lack of direction and destiny that sets him completely apart from students that need to be a certain thing. all dex ever had to do was be a prince, and still, he wants to rebel. still, he followed raven into the dark. because maybe he didn't want to be a prince at all.

raven said "check you out, totally rocking the prince-to-the-rescue gig," and dexter said "what? no, I mean... that's not really me." - Storybook of Legends

dexter, in the books, is constantly torn between the royals and the rebels, this loyalty he has to the first person that's ever seen him, and daring, who still wants him to be, yknow, him. he is expected, at all times, to perform as his brother, to be his brother. and he doesn't want that. he doesn't want that at all.

“And Prince Dexter Charming?” Kitty smiled hugely. Her smile lingered a moment after she disappeared. She reappeared beside Dexter, holding a broom, which she thrust into his hands. “He might become a wicked witch!”

Dexter looked at the broom, shrugged, and gave a small laugh, glancing over at Raven as if to check what she thought.”

- The Unfairest of Them All

cedar :

I don't have quite as much to say here; this isn't a headcanon I have 24/7, it's just fun to think about

she is constantly talking about how she "wants to be a real girl" and idk there is something trans about that. to me.

“I don’t know what to do,” said Cedar. “Am I supposed to sit with my friends same as always? Or pick a side based on what I want? I’m not a Royal, but then again I do want my destiny, when I’ll be changed from a puppet into a real girl, but then again, I do want others to be able to choose if they don’t like their destiny so… so I don’t know what to do now!” - The Unfairest of Them All

I hope this helped <33