#tale

[dango-darlings]

happi birfday INK. to YOU. DOOfus. 🫵

~ ♦️

[ancientsstudies]

Arthur Rackham’s Illustrations for the Brothers Grimm Fairy Tales.

[lauramakabresku]

The soul weaves a melody to awaken the world, stirring the hearts of all creation, drawing them toward the solitary God who is longing to be loved

[lepetitdragonvert]

Vid första tonen var det något som brast inne i Agnetas hjärta

Dès la première note, quelque chose se brisa dans le cœur d’Agneta

From the very first note, something broke in Agneta’s heart.

1910

Artist : John Bauer

[mintychisps]

Just let them adore you Cross

[sniker28dog]

Inktobertale2024: Day 15 - Apologies

Ink!Sans and Inktobertale belongs @comyet / @myebi

[jaubaius]

Uvita, Costa Rica

Source

[galdinamary]

Luthien

Elena Minina as Luthien (rock opera 'The legend of Beren and Luthien) ✨

[liketwoswansinbalance]

On the Subject of "All-Kinds-of-Fur:"

Link to the original Brothers Grimm fairy tale for reference. It's basically a variant of "Cinderella."

Also, if I have the inspiration for it, this could become part of a series, set during the peaceful days before the prequel events. Thus, if anyone would like to send in a request for the School Master brothers' reactions to a classic fairy tale or an SGE one, however obscure it may be, I might write it!

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[Rhian enters the tower chamber looking distressed while Rafal is grading fourth-year students' theses on treachery, taboos, and the natural lines of family, that, when wrongly crossed, drive people insane and disrupt the fragile human psyche.

For an example of this so-called phenomenon (stolen from the plot of Hamlet), imagine a scenario as follows: a wife marries her husband's brother after her husband dies. While they may not be blood relations, this scenario is still off and rather strange, even if modern times could make more allowances for such a thing to occur and be socially-acceptable.]

Rhian: My fourth-year Class Captain had to run away whilst on her questing assignment!

Rafal: [absently, without looking up from the papers, slashing through lines in bloodred ink] Mm, shame. [He sips his tea.]

Rhian: [tries to smile but it looks uneasy and he begins to pace with anxiety.] No! It's... good... I suppose. [He cringes.] If she hadn't run into the Woods last night, she would've had to marry her father!

Rafal: [spits out his tea.] Who's her father? Not one of my graduates, surely. Even my curriculum standards rise above that, that rot.

Rhian: No, it's not one of yours. Simply some brazen king. I just... I wish I could do something. She was one of my best students. [He sighs dejectedly.] But I doubt the Pen will tolerate an intervention. We just have to let her tale play out.

Rafal: Well, is it worth working yourself up over? She got away. Maybe it's you who's too invested in your students’ lives. They can fend for themselves, you know... well, probably. Actually, some Evergirls can be dimwitted. [He pauses.] How about this?: you always have the option of throwing her a lovely funeral.

Rhian: Oh, forget it. I don’t expect you to understand. [He throws up his arms, flustered, and exits the room.]

[Rafal observes that his brother still looks rather sad. In fact, Rhian grows more worried with each passing day as the Storian writes of the poor girl's travails as a forlorn scullery maid in hiding.]

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[Several months later, three days and three nights after each night of the ball and banquet in the Evergirl's fairy tale:]

Rhian: [elatedly, swelling with hope] Rafal! Rafal! Have you heard? My Class Captain might live to see her Happily Ever After! The young king is going to save her! She’s danced with him three nights in a row and he would take no other partner. Though, each night, she slips away and conceals herself in that hideous, asymmetrical coat. You've seen the Pen's illustrations, haven't you? And last night, she wore a dress that glistened like the stars! I just knew the Beautification Practice While Impoverished classroom simulations would pay off! I knew it! It's the sheer magic of what a little soap and water can achieve!

Rafal: [not listening to Rhian's enthusiastic raving] Uh-huh.

Rhian: [finally looks at Rafal more closely after his lackluster response.] Say, Rafal? Where did that patchwork blanket come from? Is it new? I feel like I’ve seen it before. Somewhere... [he muses.]

Rafal: [shrugs without looking up from his book.] Nowhere. You’re not still… sad about that tale, are you? It’s old news. And the Storian's been still about that tale for a good few hours. Maybe it'll be scrapped, storybook and all.

Rhian: [grits his teeth in frustration] Yes. I know. You weren't listening.

Rafal: [expressionlessly] Wasn't I? Regardless, Happily Ever Afters don't concern me.

Rhian: [tongue-tied, attempting to come up with a fitting retort] An-and, you need a good douse of soap and water too. You've got... soot and—is that walnut oil all over your hands?

Rafal: [rolls his eyes.]

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[The next day:]

[Rhian devours the completed tale in one sitting and notices a discrepancy he assumes is a continuity error by the Storian: the vagabond princess disguised in the role of a scullery maid returned to her little cubbyhole below stairs to find that her coat, which she’d left in the shadows, had disappeared, seemingly stolen.

Perhaps, a creature of the night had made off with it, desperate to reclaim its skin.

Or perhaps, there had been an intervention.

Thus, the princess was forced to show her true, shining self to the king’s men hunting her down. In her gown, that gleamed like the stars, much like a bride's.

And Rhian has a feeling he knows why this Ending came to be.]

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[A week later:]

Rhian: [enters, humming about wedding bells to himself.]

Rafal: You look well. Did something go right?

Rhian: Yes! Something nice came in the post today, brother. My former student and the young, foreign king have invited us to their wedding. And look! Even you got an invitation, too. [He laughs to himself and makes a face of mock fright, lowering his voice and gnarling his hands into claws.] Whooo, they probably didn't want the Evil brother to curse them during a christening someday, so you'll probably get a golden plate and sweetmeats to spare at the wedding feast in order to "appease" you.

Rafal: [glares at him.]

Rhian: [drops the act.] Ahem. Anyway, we’ve got to pack for spring in Altazarra. Bring some non-black, festive clothes, if you have any. Oh, and bring a less ugly coat than that scruffy old blanket, will you?

Rafal: I’m not attending. I don’t like inane balls or sentimental Ever Afters, but have fun.

Rhian: Are you sure about that?

Rafal: Positively.

Rhian: [holds up an illustration of the princess' cubbyhole from the tale he’s been scrutinizing for the last few days.] Then what’s this shadow the Storian’s inked in darker than the rest? It looks quite a lot like a human form.

Rafal: Trick of the light. Just be glad Evil didn’t prevail this time, and call it a day. My side will win next time to be sure.

Rhian: [smirks knowingly] I guess I owe my peace of mind and sanity to a thief then.

Rafal: [deadpans] Run along, Ever. Pip-pip. You've got a wedding to attend, have you not?

[angryphilosophercat-blog]

Riksja, Oil on Canvas, 60x100cm. The Artist transports us into a dreamlike world where cities and villages become accessible through the use of 'Riksha.' These surreal entities, depicted as almost frictionless, one-wheeled or ball-based vehicles, move faster than the wind. The rich, intricate details and imaginative elements of the painting create a sense of mystery and wonder, inviting viewers to delve into the fantastical narrative where human ingenuity and mythological enchantment converge. The use of whimsical design and decoration elevates the mythological theme, making the painting an enchanting piece that stimulates both thought and imagination.

[detailedart]

Detail : Young Man Reading, 1892, by Octavian Smigelschi.

[passive-nightmaresans]

AU AU AU!1!! (That still needs a name.. whoops..)

I finally got part 3 of this crack radioactive au or something IDK IT NEEDS A NAME FR- Fresh seems almost unbothered by the whole thing to the annoyance to many others and because usually I forger about him-💀 he's actually quite important being possibly the only one knowing where Ink is or if he's even alive! But of course being Fresh he would never share his information! So right now he's kinda being witch hunted (aka people are looking for him) basically everyone except Dust, Error, Nightmare and Chara since they have no interest in Ink at all. Fresh doesn't really care about being hunted for information since basically he can escape extremely easily..how? We'll never know.... anyways Crossy boi!!! So basically he would be sitting in his empty void with X!Chara now around this time they would've been visited by Ink but recently obviously he's been missing to the concern of Cross.. and then suddenly a portal pops up letting him enter and exit as he pleases into the doodlesphere and aus like everyone else...! Hehehehe unlucky for him he meets the two most unpleasant people first... =) (Oh and Core frisk is missing and freaking tf out rn-)

Hehheh

Part 2 | Part 1. | concept arts 1 & arts 2

[gargyshmub]

Aching to be me

[marejadilla]

Enrico Robusti, "Cenerentola perde la sua scarpa", ca 2017. (Cinderella loses her skeleton-shoe), Italian b. 1957.

[ut-au-modtale-rebooted]

Hello, Undyne! What do you think about Papyrus?