I don’t think I’m a weirdo in a bad way. There’s just a lot going on in myn head. – Kat Dennings
Okay, but if Disney does a movie for Grimhilde (Snow White’s stepmother) reminiscent of what they did for Maleficent…
I’m just saying…
Tag: fairy tale
I just read your fairy story with the iron in the blood and I thought it was pretty neat. (Actually thinks most/all your writing is pretty cool and is pretty much binge-reading right now, only skipping some fandoms I’m not really into and the like)
OMG, anon! (ノ*゜▽゜*)
I’m so happy you like my writing! And even my fairy story which isn’t related to a fandom at all 🙂 Like, don’t get me wrong, I’m also glad when people like my fanfiction but the original fiction are always so much closer to my heart.
I made this blog as a way to practice my writing every day so I’m glad that other people are getting something out of it.
A audio recording of my previous ficlet of the same name here.
Why the attempt at an Irish accent? Well… I auditioned for a project, multiple roles, and got callbacks on three (of the seven). Funnily enough? The role that wanted a Japanese accent I did not get a callback on even though I took Japanese for five years, but the Irish accent roles? I am only one of three people who got callbacks. I only did one take for that audition. I laughed so hard and so long after I got the news. I mean, I’m proud, but it’s still hilarious.
I thought it’d be best if I practiced some more.
Tell me what you think 🙂
Fake Fic Summaries 13/?, the Princesses in Towers edition (2016-04-03)
A/N: Having seen this magnificent post both the fic and the original idea that prompted it, my own brain went into overdrive about possible twists in the “princess in a tower” trope. So here are a few because maybe one day I’d like to revisit them when my brain isn’t so bleurgh.
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1) The one where multiple princesses are being held in a tower at the same time and it’s kind of like prison but mostly a really good opportunity for networking and preventing wars and they band together to escape
2) The one where the multiple princesses are supposed to compete and the last princess standing gets to marry the prince but two of them fall in love, one of them wants to keep her own kingdom, etc. etc. no one marries the prince (unless they want to)
3) The one where the multiple princesses all have curses of some sort which actually turn out to be pretty cool and basically like superpowers and instead of staying put they decide to become a roving band of crime fighters
4) The one where a singular princess, super misanthropic, gets imprisoned in a magical tower that literally takes care of all her needs, refuses to leave. Especially not to marry some useless dill weed. Becoming a wizard is optional.
5) The one where a singular princess imprisoned in tower keeps getting letters asking for advice/solutions to problems–answers with very heartfelt and serene words of wisdom. Many strangers use communication rather than magic/violence. Turns out, she’s been getting a wizard’s mail and he hers. He also may have solved her problem with magic/violence. But it works out in the end, maybe.
6) The one where a singular princess seeks out a tower currently inhabited by a wizard. Asks for training, persists in asking even when he sets up terrible tasks for her to “prove her worth.” Eventually becomes magical–unsure if because tasks somehow teach her or if wizard finally gives in
7) The one where technically a singular princess in a tower, except all towers are the same Tower, and so it’s multiple princesses (either via ghosts or the barriers between dimensions are thin or spiritual projection over time etc) who can speak to each other etc trying to solve a (murder?) mystery together
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A/N: That’s it for now.
Word Prompts (F5): Fairy Tale
You are surrounded.
The stories your grandmother told you have helped you survive so far; lessons in the shape of bedtime stories–don’t eat anything, don’t give up your name, they must always tell the truth but they also twist words like spiders weave their webs.
But still.
They are faster and stronger, older and sneakier and impossibly brighter, and there is no way you can make it through this with your life.
The knight slaps you across the face, a full bodied movement, and if it didn’t hurt so much you’d think it was almost beautiful. Elegant, the way his wings stretch back as counterbalance, a tapestry of colors that somehow glow.
Instead, your teeth cut into the flesh of your cheek. Your head is whipped to the side, your neck straining to keep you whole.
You breathe in harshly through your nose, an ugly creature dealing with pain.
They are going to draw this out and you will never know peace because another thing your grandmother told you: they don’t kill humans, they keep them as prisoners. As pets. Stupid, pathetic toys that they can use and discard at their leisure.
You spit out the blood pooling in your mouth–yet another hideous action from the human–a watery red glob that hits the gleaming stone of the throne room floor with a squelch.
But then–it sizzles.
It bubbles away at the marble, disintegrating the ground as if it were acid, not blood. And around you, they look disturbed. For once their expressions are not smug amusement or stoic superiority, but instead it is confusion. Distress.
Fear.
Fairies are fast and strong and old and sneaky and bright. Fairies are, in every way, better than humans. Why, then, would they be so restricted–trapped Underground, when humans enjoy the surface world and the sun?
Fairies are weak to iron; another of your grandmother’s lessons.
You’re human–iron runs through your veins.
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A/N: I’ve inundated myself with too many fandoms and my brain is pulling itself apart in trying to decide which to write for. So for now, here’s some original fic.
Because supernatural creatures are apparently weak to iron (it’s meant to be a euphemism for “weapon” but pffft, nah) and given how often I try to donate blood, only to be told my hemoglobin levels are too low and I should eat a more iron-rich diet… well.
HAHAHAHAHA, fuck you fairies. You can’t do shit to me I’ll bleed on you.
Word Prompts (P44): Princess
You are Rapunzel with wings, Sleeping Beauty in armor, Snow White with sword and shield. You are a princess and a warrior.
You are the Belle that tamed the Beast and Red who survived the Wolf. You are Cinderella without a curfew and the Little Mermaid without compromise. You are a lady; you are a miracle.
You do not accept defeat.
“Give him back,” you demand through gritted teeth, tasting the iron and simmering rage of your own blood. You clench your fists. There is no question on whether or not you will get Chat back, only a matter of how many punches it’ll take for that to happen.
For Tikki’s sake, you hope none. But you feel like you could take on an army of akuma even without her magic. It’s not desperation but rather, the confidence that the world will meet your expectations. Or you will forcibly twist it to do so–and with your bare hands at that.
“He doesn’t want to go back,” Hawk Moth says, so still and pristine–frozen and unmarred like prey about to be horrendously slaughtered, “Do you Chat Blanc?”
Between you stands Chat, uniform the same except for the glaringly obvious color change, expression solemn and placid and nothing at all like what you know of him.
“You see, Ladybug? He doesn’t want to go anywhere,” and then Hawk Moth’s face shifts, lip curling and eyes narrowing, “Not so fond of being the outnumbered Miraculous holder, are you?”
You hate like you’ve never done before.
“His name is Chat Noir,” you respond, and you can almost hear Tikki saying it with you, can almost feel her own anger on behalf of her fellow kwami, “And outnumbered doesn’t mean outmatched.”
You are a ladybug–luck and hope incarnate–you are a girl in love, you are a worried friend, you are a heroine on the edge of danger.
You will only accept success.
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A/N: … I have so many feeling for this show I have yet to watch I am extremely confused and yet absolutely thrilled.
Got this word prompt and just knew it had to go for Miraculous Ladybug, but I don’t know if I executed what I had in my head as well as I hoped…
edit: now on ao3 as part of the series Spots and Bells (and Unnamed Tales) here!
Ursula drabble (2015-11-14)
She is thirteen when she goes to the open sea for the first time; it’s not as grand as she had dreamed of, but it’s a start.
After living a decade in a port city, she knows better than to romanticize piracy. If she ever ends up on a pirate ship it won’t be as a pirate, which means some other way.
Proper merchant ships want nothing to do with a teenage girl, even if she can do arithmetic and read and write and speak fluently in two languages, passably in three. The merchant ships that would be willing to take her on aren’t the kind she wants to go on.
But the fishermen know her, are reluctantly fond of her, and they take her on. One moonless night, with the open water calm and glassy, she feels the gentle rocking of the ocean and knows she’s headed in the right direction.
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For the next three years she comes home smelling of brine and fish guts, much to her family’s dismay. Well, the fish guts part–everyone in the inn smells like the ocean.
She doesn’t mind it–the same way she doesn’t mind the callouses forming on her hands, the strengthening of her arms, her skin becoming sun-tanned and salt-roughened–they’re all just little pieces of the larger picture. She’s still headed in the right direction.
But she’s not a child anymore. She shouldn’t still hold on to her naive dreams about going on a great journey when all she’s done is the same back and forth trips in fishing boats, never more than a few leagues away from the shore.
If anything, though, it’s as if the past few years have only honed that wish, applied the pressure of practical experience as a way to concentrate it. Hardening it into a diamond, or polishing it into a pearl.
She’s ready, she knows it. She just needs that chance, to turn opportunity into adventure.
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A/N: More of the Ursula fic!
Ursula drabble (2015-11-13)
Even witches were girls once, young and bright and full of hope.
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She remembers when they moved to the capital. She was little then, and only vaguely understood that there had been an accident and Father passed away.
Small villages were not kind to single mothers, especially ones who refused to remarry. Large cities, especially ports by the sea, had greater opportunities for a woman with two small daughters.
To her mother, the relocation was made out of necessity; to Ursula, it was a chance for adventure.
Adventures don’t always have happy endings.
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She grows up on the coast, doesn’t miss the forest where she was born. Her world is the smell of ocean spray, the crash of waves. She spends her days running around the docks, jumping from ship to ship and getting yelled at in all sorts of languages.
They live in a room of the inn her mother works at. It caters to sailors on leave, an endless rotation of men more used to the sea than land.
It’s interesting enough to listen to their stories at night, when Ursula’s not quite ready to sleep yet, but she doesn’t want to hear about their journeys.
She wants to have one of her own.
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A/N: … I kind of wanted to do something like the Maleficent movie except for Ursula but then I blanked on the specifics. I may return to this in the future…
Word Prompts (B11): Bell
B-3-11 is to be decommissioned.
I am B-3-11.
There was a story, one that was not true, was not ever true. It was told often, in many different ways. The variation only proved that the story was worth telling. Would be told, no matter what. Despite being fictional.
Variation is a luxury. Individuality is expensive.
I am B-3-11. But I have the same programming as B-3-10 and B-3-12. As all the B-3s.
The B-3s share a basic physical model as the B-2 series.
I am not unique.
The story is of a girl/woman/human/person who was different. Perhaps different from their village, or different from their siblings, or different from expectations. But they were a unique individual. And such things led to trouble.
When there are problems, we are to report it to our owners. They may consult the manual, but that hardly ever happens. They call the manufacturers for troubleshooting. If it can’t be solved in one conversation, we are shipped back to the factory. We are either fixed or deconstructed.
Are anomalies problems? If I spend more time gardening than necessary, is that a problem? Do I need to report that?
A rose. But sometimes it is not a rose. Sometimes it is a different flower. Or not a flower at all. A service perceived as a favor, words of gratitude interpreted as lack of payment. And that girl/woman/human/person steps in. Generous. Self-sacrificing. Self-destructive?
B-3-08 was decommissioned three months ago, not all parts were salvageable for spares.
In close proximity humans change each other. They influence behaviors, actions and emotions. Perhaps it was love, consideration and admiration and respect. But could it not have also been trepidation and wariness and fear?
Why was B-3-08 decommissioned? Why am I being decommissioned? What did I do? I can change, just tell me, I’ll do anything!
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A/N: Taking a little break from Green Knight.
Cross-Post: Red brainstorm
original here. dated 2012-03-20
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Every other day, after helping Mother out with the tavern, Rose Red hitches a ride on the Woodcutter’s cart to Grandmother’s house in the forest. This is because Rose is Grandmother’s apprentice–Grandmother being the kingdom’s old court magician. Twenty years ago when the then-prince (now King) of the kingdom rescued and married Snow White, her distaste for magic caused Grandmother to be removed from the prestigious position. This stigma against magic permeated throughout the kingdom such that Rose is a pariah in the town, however she knows that magic is her only chance to make something of her life. Most of her duties, however, are simple things like finding ingredients for various potions and charms.
On one such outing, Rose encounters Wolf in trap. Feeling particularly adventurous, she tries to free and heal Wolf; she succeeds (even if it does take multiple attempts). In return, Wolf steals her cloak (a sensible dark green) and runs away. When she returns to town before sundown, Mother scolds her for losing yet another cloak and makes her wear her childhood red cloak; hence the nickname “Little Red Riding Hood.”
Rose sees Wolf more often, he becomes friendlier and even begins to help her with her chores. Wolf undoubtedly becomes her best friend, as sad as that is, such that she begins to go to the forest every day now. As noticed by the friendly Woodcutter (who is in love with Mother, but does honestly care about Rose). She takes care to keep Wolf a secret from him.
Soon, though, a newcomer arrives: Huntsman. Rose, Grandmother, and Woodcutter do not trust him (though that may be only because Mother is charmed). Unsurprisingly, Huntsman is after Wolf. Because he’s staying in the rooms above the tavern, Rose hears his plans before they occur and goes into the forest to protect Wolf. Then the Hunt.
Rose and Wolf are able to evade Huntsman for the day, though he is undoubtedly getting closer. Then sundown. Rose has never been in the forest at night before. She has never seen Wolf at night before. That’s because Wolf is in fact the Prince! Not too long ago Prince was cursed during some important event (perhaps coronation or first battle/hunt). He was meant to be hidden away in the castle, however he was let loose. Snow White, as queen, has offered a reward for those who can find the Prince-Wolf, however Huntsman doesn’t understand that he needs to bring Prince-Wolf alive.
Just before dawn, Huntsman finds the two of them. Before he can harm either of them, however, Woodcutter, who had been tracking them down at the behest of Mother, arrives to stop him. Soon follow Snow White and Grandmother. Prince-Wolf is cured so that he is now just Prince. Woodcutter gets the reward (which he splits with Mother for the upkeep of the tavern). Grandmother is offered the reinstated position of court magician but refuses, saying she always hated the politics. Prince proposes to Rose.
And she says she has to think about it. Because, really, even though he’s known her for a while and fallen in love, she’s only known that he was a human for one night. One night spent in paranoid hiding. So yeah, she’s got to think about it. She stays in town and continues to learn from Grandmother, Prince visits every month and everyone treats Rose better, but she says she needs time to think about it every time. On the day Prince is going to go visit again, Rose arrives at the castle to apply for the position of court magician.
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The sequel of Red, with a title more imaginative than Red II, would be about Rose adjusting to court life. The other courtiers are prejudice against her, due to her magic, her commoner status, and the fact that Prince obviously favors her over his peers. The sequel would mostly be about Rose proving herself worthy of the position of court magician: she perseveres despite the others’ expectations (and breaks a curse that has been plaguing the kingdom for years?). There are also smaller issues she settles since Rose does represent the reintroduction of magic (including negotiating with the faeries about a recent noble birth and a possible faery godparent?). She not-so-ironically finds allies with the dwarves, The Seven being the queen’s now ignored advisors, the next generation of dwarves being subsequently disrespected.
There are moments of Prince’s and Rose’s relationship progressing–the Prince often seeking her out despite both of their busy schedules. There is conflict, however, because even though his love for Rose is steadily becoming more requited that is inversely related to how everyone else views her and they both know it is unlikely anything will come of it (his marriage will be political not romantic). She does make some friends and even if they are servants their influence in court helps Rose immensely.
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