#dark fairytale

[lorevonwestmark]

New chapter up on my dark urban fairy tale romance on AO3:

Enter the house of the Nix...

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[healmy-darkness]

Mother.

[kllaloe]

Extremely old art. Young Brides Sold by Parents to Monster Husbands.

[lorevonwestmark]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[bobbybutterfly]

It’s another fairy tale illustration! This time based on the Russian (if I’m wrong please correct me) story of Snow White. Which has like nothing in common with the more popular Disney Snow White other than the name.

The story goes that an elderly childless couple built themselves a daughter out of snow. Only for her to come to life. Everything was perfect. During winter that is. When spring came around she began to melt. To keep her safe her parents kept her locked away. But she managed to escape. Wanting to play with other children jumping over fires during a festival. However when she made her jump above the fire, she turned into mist. Disappearing forever.

I decided to age her up for the illustration. I think jumping over the fires was to symbolise becoming an adult.

This piece speaks to me a lot as an autistic person. I long for connection with others but socialising is incredibly exhausting for me. And trying to hit life milestones everyone should hit only to just fail miserably.

Sorry for the sad post. There will be happier posts coming soon!

[vampireorchids]

[lorevonwestmark]

Chapter 9 of my dark fantasy romance -WIP title: Bathing Nixies- is for everyone who wished that Blade's blood rave was in a Metal club and to Slayer's 'Raining Blood'.

WIP for free on AO3.

Beta Readers welcome!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66704704/chapters/172101883

#darkfantasyromance #Fairytale #Romantasy #FantasyRomance

[munawritessometimes]

The New White Rabbit

“All hail, Alice, the queen of Wonderland!”

“Ribbit! Ribbit!” Bianka Bunny croaked, her long ears twisting with excitement. It was by royal decree that no animal shall make their natural sound when greeting the queen.

Alice stood on a purple pink elephant, waving to her loyal subjects. Her  blonde hair was in two long braids that stuck out stiffly above her head. Her crown sat around her neck, a silver and blue colour that contrasted with the red and white dress that barely reached her striped ankle socks. Her once sharp blue eyes were now a dull and lifeless gray.

 “My people!” Her smile was bright, if not slightly hysterical. “This is truly wonderful! Just like my uncoronation, isn’t it, Hatter?”

The Mad Hatter, Alice's royal advisor, tipped his hat as he bent over backwards, greeting the crowd. “It truly is, my lady.” 

“When I first came to wonderland, none of you helped me, and for that I am truly grateful!” She wiped a tear from her eye. “I became your next queen, not for you to serve me, but for me to serve you, and I hope I have done a splendijilous job making it an even madder place!”

The crowd exploded into cheers again. Bianka croaked eve louder.

“And I hope to keep doing that.” She slid off the trunk of the elephant and somersaulted right in front of Bianka, who squealed in delight. “Bianka Bunny, the granddaughter of my good friend, the White Rabbit, do you pinky promise to go to my old world and bring back a curiouser?”

Bianka held up her paw. “I undo.”

“Do you pinky promise to never let them out of your grasp as the land feeds on their mind?”

She wiggled her nose. “I undo.”

“Do you pinky promise to let this old world still believe the story to protect our land?”

She thumped her feet. “I undo.”

“Do you pinky promise to do this duty to protect and preserve the madness of Wonderland?”

She jumped up and down, tugging on her ears. “I UNDO!”

“Then it is undone. Wonderlandians, let us all welcome BIANKA BUNNY, THE NEW WHITE RABBIT!”