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there is something so terribly sad about her. snow had noticed it upon first glance, across a ballroom where rapunzel had looked so terribly uncomfortable. she sparkled at the edges, like spun silver and starlight caught over the top of trees, and snow had known instantly that she had been plucked from within the trees. a kindred spirit, thank the stars, snow had thought, and has made it her business to seek her out whenever possible. snow slips into society easier, it seems, but it still clings uncomfortably in odd ways. perhaps if she had never spent time in the wood the weight of eyes and expectations would not feel so heavy a burden.

"i understand," snow says as she turns her face to the sky, "nothing is ever quite the way you think it will be." the words die in the air around them, dropped quiet and quick. a new song is beginning inside and the quick pace of the music does nothing for snow's nerves, "what had you dreamed?"

it isn't that she misses the isolation of the tower — it's just that the constant chatter of a ballroom grating against the thrum of music & the suffocating heat of clustered bodies easily overwhelms her. she, who had never even seen two people at once before her arrival at court. how she wanted to enjoy it — to meet others, to make the many friends she had dreamed of within those tower walls. instead, the thought of the many eyes that were always upon her made her skin itch & her heart seize.

she fidgets with the lace of her sleeve, tugging, twisting, acutely aware of it against her skin. “i am happy, truly,” she amends quickly, as though the happiness would be snatched away because of her complaining. then, with all the guilt of a dog that had gotten to the master’s plate, she bows her head. as if her coming confession was as shameful as murder. it would have gone unuttered if it had been anyone but snow standing at her side. she seemed to understand much & more of what she had endured. she seemed to understand everything to rapunzel, whose mind felt like an abyss of ignorance compared to the cultured ladies of the palace. “it just … it isn’t quite what i had dreamed.”

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snow slips from the swing easy as anything, bare feet landing in the soft grass that leads back up to the cottage, "mm. no doubt something will scare them away before they manage to delve too deep." a slight worry twitches the edge of her lips ; poachers oft meet sad ends here, blood used to soak the hat of a redcap or lured to the bottom of a lake by a nixie's song. snow supposes she ought not feel badly for them. still - she would not like to meet such a fate. her death had been a little thing, far from lasting.

"come inside, before we both catch our death out here. i've made a fresh loaf of bread that is cool enough to eat." finn had set out the eve before and the cottage has come to feel so terribly still without either of them in it.

four paws whisper over the forest floor — familiar in that unexplainable way as he draws closer to the cottage, and then it is there springing up from the wood beyond the tangle of thistles and old watchful trees. four feet become two between one bound and the next, a wolf's maw pulled into his approximation of a smile —and a rumbling laugh— as he comes to a halt below her and her silvery form — part starlight, part something else. " it is good to be back. " he does not ask how she knew he would return ; there are something things that are known without a why ( just as he knows his place is here ).

" most is quiet as it should be. " she does not ask him to patrol, does not ask much of anything, and yet he does it anyway — perhaps it is simply good to stretch his legs. " save for the southern reaches — poachers are growing brave, moving deeper than they ever have before. "

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YOU HAVE COME FOR YOUR MISTRESS DARLING — BUT THAT BEAUTIFUL BIRD IS NO LONGER SITTING IN HER NEST, NOR IS SHE SINGING ANYMORE. #TWRFLWR. by nan (24, she/her) est. 2012, rev. 2025

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time to make snow's cottage in sims .... be back later ....

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me vs how often i can slide an into the woods lyric into my writing

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Kristine Froseth as Nan St. George The Buccaneers — S2E4: Ice Cream

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@travmsoldat ; "what  form  does  your  fear  take  ?  surely  not  that  of  a  bear  or  a  lion.  such  things  are  too  assuring." ( accepting )

the smile she offers, stepping lightly over the babbling brook and gesturing for him to do the same, is something beyond bemused. "bears are sweet," snow replies, "and i have never met a lion, though i doubt they would have any quarrel with me." the birdsong about them shifts into titters, soft laughter for but a moment before it is naught but song again. sun is spattered across the dense underbrush - dappled from the leaves above, shining in beams and fits and starts that leave dark pockets of shadow at certain edges. snow seems scarcely worried as she picks a path where the undergrowth is thinnest.

"my fear takes many forms," snow is oft disarming in her honesty. she has never liked lying, had always avoided it, and ever since she began speaking spells the lies tended to burn at the back of her tongue. there are stories about fae being unable to lie. snow does not think she is fae, but sometimes she wonders if she is not closer to them than humans these days.

"a dead garden. a mirror. locked doors, and daggers, and several sets of eyes. i tend not to dwell upon them. watch out here, there's a hole just there that has twisted many an ankle; i've tried filling it half a dozen times but it's quite stubborn." she points as she speaks, then turns pale eyes upon philip, "what shape is your fear, o' dragonslayer?" there's something teasing and friendly and terribly serious in her voice.

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and it came to pass, all that seemed wrong was now right and those who deserved to were certain to live a long and happy life ... ever after.

independent, original fairy-tale princess inspired by snow white, diamonds and toads, the princess and the pea, the goose girl, and snow white and rose red. by bee (they/she, 27, est)

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what body part are you?

heart

a heart in a cynical sense feels nothing, it simply carries through all the blood, all the oxygen, all the components the other parts that do feel need. an ugly organ, misshapen and strange when held in the palm of your hand. yet, it is the centre of your being. it is the core. even when you try to act unaffected, it is your heart that gives you away, skipping a beat, fluttering in excitement, halting dead in terror. you have so much of it to give, you just haven’t learned to discern who is and isn’t worthy of it yet. hold onto it. do not whittle it down, carve names into the flesh that you cannot erase. remain patient, remain astute, and remain loving.

tagged by : @pawnedprince tagging : @devotivn @twrflwr @ anyone interested

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@archaeval ; ’ A third time is not a charm but a bargain. It says that you want something enough to wager your sense. ‘ ( accepting )

"i have also heard it said that good things come in threes," there's a smile on her face as snow turns from the fireplace in the great mantle she had settled before. perhaps she ought not feel so at home in this place-between-places, but snow feels no more afraid of this palace than she does the wood, "though i suppose both could be true." she thinks, then, of a white kerchief with three dots of her blood - a spell sealed thrice. it feels like a lifetime ago. perhaps it was. "personally, it seems to me one might still have their sense after only three. it is a rather small number."

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@twrflwr ; ‘  my  heart  feels  uneasy,  although  i  am  free.  is  it  supposed  to  ?  ’ ( accepting )

snow sees an awful lot of herself within rapunzel. she figures they are formed of the same stuff in some way ; some mixture of fate and faerie blessings/curses and plain old bad luck. the sound of the ball within spills out onto this little slice of peace, the balcony overlooking the wide garden, and snow wonders for a moment if any would notice should the pair of them clamber over the railings and disappear into the hedge maze forevermore. perhaps their princes would after a time. snow's fingers curl 'round the rail as she smiles softly at the other woman.

"i think it is." she says quietly, "i think hearts heal half as fast as they ought to."

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i have finn the bear / huntsman on my mind today ... how after his curse is broken he's prone to wandering, but always returns to his room at snow's cottage ... how he never quite feels human again, after. how he's this quiet and comforting and kind and gentle presence and will sit quietly in snow's kitchen and listen to her talk and offer his help where he can, fixing leaks and repairing door hinges. snow doesn't know where he goes when he wanders and she doesn't ask, knowing that he will return safely when he is done.

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@devotivn ; ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ( accepting )

"hello, blaidd," snow says softly from her spot in the large swing that dangles from the bough of the tree at the edge of the clearing. it is dark out, the sky a tangle of stars that stand more vivid against the deep black and blue here than they seem to anywhere else. her hair spills over her shoulders and the pale white of her dressing-gown makes snow look like a specter, or some creature made of star-stuff, here in the cool evening air, "i thought you would be back tonight."

she could not say why she had thought that. there had been something in the birdsong this morning that spelled his return. snow is long past trying to figure the why of things. "how was your journey?"

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𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶  𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

↬   OF  FAIRYTALES,  FOLKLORE  AND  FAEKIND.

scenarios  inspired  by  various  settings,  encounters  &  magic  tucked  between  pages,  fashioned  by  the  author.

+   feel  free  to  change  pronouns  /  roles  !

FAIRYTALES.

‘  let  me  guess,  you  thought  a  true  love’s  kiss  would  help  you.  ’

‘  you  will  always  follow  the  trail  in  the  wood,  and  it  will  guide  you  on  the  same  path,  to  the  same  cottage,  the  same  witch.  it  will  always  be  your  undoing.  ’

‘  i  have  never  seen  a  more  tragic  creature.  how  might  i  help  you  ?  ’

‘  you  must  take  this  knife  and  plunge  it  into  his  /  her  /  their  heart.  ’

‘  forget  yourself.  that  is  how  you  break  your  curse.  ’

‘  remove  this  thorn  from  my  hand,  and  you  will  be  rewarded.  ’

‘  i’m  tired  of  being  a  prince.  i  think  i  would  actually  enjoy  being  a  frog.  ’

‘  tell  me  of  the  beast,  and  i  will  hunt  it  for  you.  ’

‘  mice  are  never  just  mice,  and  pumpkins  are  rarely  just  pumpkins.  ’

‘  i  don’t  think  breaking  a  spell  should  be  this  simple.  ’

‘  i  never  thought  i’d  return  here,  to  the  site  where  it  all  began.  ’

‘  are  you  an  orphan  ?  it’s  just  that  they’re  always  finding  themselves  in  magical  predicaments.  ’

‘  the  mirror  speaks  falsely  in  your  ear.  it  is  your  true  curse.  ’

‘  my  heart  feels  uneasy,  although  i  am  free.  is  it  supposed  to  ?  ’

‘  i’m  sorry,  it’s  just  that  i  thought  this  is  the  part  of  the  quest  where  the  animals  ought  to  start  talking  to  me.  ’

‘  of  course  i  plan  on  going  to  the  ball.  why  wouldn’t  i  ?  ’

‘  jealousy  has  made  more  witches  out  of  women  than  adam’s  rib.  ’

‘  where  has  choosing  goodheartedness  and  having  golden  hair  ever  gotten  you  ?  ’

 ‘  are  you  a  helpful  wizard,  or  the  kind  that  sits  in  a  tower  reading  moldy  books  ?  ’

‘  i’m  dreadfully  bored.  who  knew  waiting  for  a  prince  was  so  strenuous  ?  ’

‘  we  all  have  towers  we  must  leave,  and  magic  that  will  try  to  thwart  us.  ’

‘  i’m  afraid  for  the  clock  to  strike.  the  hour  will  ring  in  the  place  of  my  heartbeat  when  we  must  be  parted.  ’

‘  i  had  no  idea  carpets  could  fly.  or  pigs  for  that  matter.  ’  

‘  what  would  happen  if  the  knight  did  not  arrive  to  the  castle,  and  the  dragon  made  a  den  of  it  and  a  hoard  of  its  people  and  prize  of  its  princess  ?  ’

‘  i  sometimes  think  i  was  switched  out  at  birth,  like  a  lizard  in  a  bird’s  nest.  i  belong  somewhere  else.  ’

‘   in  another  kingdom  exists  a  throne  and  a  crown  that  is  mine  by  right.  ’

‘  if  i  did  not  wake  up  one  day,  i  would  still  be  waiting  on  a spinning  wheel,  dutifully  bored.  ’  

‘  something  in  me  knows  you  are  here  for  my  heart.  ’

FOLKLORE.

‘  in  all  the  myths  i’ve  heard,  it’s  never  been  worthwhile  to  approach  strange  sights.  it’s  best  to  turn  around  and  pretend  you  never  saw  them.  ’

‘  nothing  is  folklore  until  it  exists  longer  than  consciousness  remembers,  and  lives  in  spite  of  it.  ’

‘  i’ve  heard  your  name  before,  in  songs  and  lengthy  ballads.  ’

‘  whatever  has  led  you  here  to  me,  there  is  destiny  in  its  making.  ’

‘  the  beast  returns  every  century  or  so,  and  tries  to  devour  us.  it  will  come  again  before  long.  ’

‘  a  pretty  face  is  not  nothing.  it  earns  you  a  hearth  and  a  kind  hand,  after  all.  ’

‘  their  lips  are  red  as  blood,  and  their  teeth  carve  ruin  into  throats.  ’

‘  aren’t  dragons  supposed  to  breathe  fire  and  make  a  fuss  about  having  their  treasure  found  ?  ’

‘  someday  you  will  become  a  pilgrim,  a  saint,  or  a  favored  story,  while  i  will  be  a  voice  on  the  wind.  ’

‘  the  stories  say  brides  don’t  live  to  the  light  before  demons  devour  them.  why  should  i  become  one  ?  ’

‘  there  was  another  girl  like  you  once,  in  a  small  town  like  this  one.  i  can’t  remember  if  she  became  the  monster  or  died  trying  to  escape  it.  ’

‘  remember  to  festoon  the  hearth  with  garlic,  or  rosemary,  or  one  of  those  mundane  herbs  that  keep  evil  out.  ’

‘  that  sounds  like  nothing  but  a  tall  tale,  but  i’m  certain  smaller  minds  would  eat  it  up.  ’

‘  to  cross  this  bridge,  you’ll  have  to  pay  a  heavy  toll.  ’

‘  don’t  stray  too  far  from  the  path  set  before  you,  or  something  interesting  might  happen.  ’

‘  i’ve  passed  that  yard  of  crops  a  million  times,  but  the  crow  never  moved  from  its  post  until  this  morning.  ’

‘   it  is  as  though  ancient  fears  are  still  in  us  like  scars  or  stitches.  ’

‘  graveyards  aren’t  where  you  find  ghosts.  look  for  them  in  places  that  feel  like  memories  you  shouldn’t  have.  ’

‘  stories  reap  princes  from  peasants  as  if  their  skins  were  crops  in  the  ground.  ’

‘  what  form  does  your  fear  take  ?  surely  not  that  of  a  bear  or  a  lion.  such  things  are  too  assuring.  ’

‘  i  found  myself  where  everything  was  too  familiar  to  be  real.  ’

‘  in  safe  beds  on  cold  dark  nights,  we  learn  to  face  the  monsters  in  our  own  minds.  ’

FAEKIND.

‘  you’re  not  to  partake  in  a  fairy  feast.  don’t  you  know  it’s  the  food  that  will  devour  you  ?  ’

‘  i’m  sorry  you  did  not  read  the  eyes  of  the  trees  before  finding  yourself  here.  ’

‘  i  wish  to  go  back.  i  want  to  forget  everything.  ’

‘  you  think  that  believing  in  us  is  enough  to  protect  you  ?  that  it  will  kill  us  if  you  forget,  and  we  prey  upon  your  unknowing  ?  ’

‘  step  around  the  ring  three  times,  like  a  backwards  clock.  that’s  how  you  get  to  fairyland.  ’  

‘  i’ve  never  heard  such  sweet  music  before.  ’

‘  where  the  trees  begin  to  twist  and  groan  in  their  roots,  remember  you  must  not  make  a  right  turn.  ’

‘  i  didn’t  feel  like  i’d  stepped  into  another  world,  but  like  it  stepped  into  me.  i  knew  i  was  there  and  forgot  i’d  left  anything  behind.  ’

‘  how  amusing.  a  human  !  ’

‘  would  you  be  my  bride  if  i  were  to  take  you  into  the  ground  ?  ’

‘  i  know  of  tunnels  you  might  take,  the  burrows  of  trolls  and  rabbits.  ’

‘  don’t  take  anything  from  this  realm,  none  of  it  is  worth  the  price  of  keeping.  ’

‘  there  are  courts  by  many  titles  in  the  lands  beyond  the  veil,  all  of  them  other.  ’

‘  names  are  not  like  currency  here;  they  are  more  precious  than  diamonds  and  legacies.  ’

‘  did  you  think  all  of  us  looked  like  goblins  ?  ’

‘  getting  here  is  easy,  but  getting  home  is  quite  the  trick.  ’

‘  i  shall  give  you  a  riddle,  and  it  will  puzzle  you  until  you  know  the  answer  but  forget  your  own  soul.  ’

‘  a  bloodline  is  nothing  when  you’ve  outlived  civilizations.  ’

‘  refusing  my  hospitality  is  like  human  sin,  and  it  will  bring  worse  upon  you.  ’

‘  everything  here  is  and  isn’t,  and  things  are  and  aren’t.  ’

‘  on  lonely  nights  i  stare  into  the  trees,  and  a  strange  face  leers  back.  ’

‘  the  thrones  here  are  made  of  bones  and  blood,  and  built  upon  decay.  ’

‘  a  third  time  is  not  a  charm,  but  a  bargain.  it  says  that  you  want  something  enough  to  wager  your  sense.  ’

‘  it  is  dangerous  to  think  that  magical  beings  do  not  have  human  intensities.  ’

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snow's smile is a soft thing, gentle, as she settles upon the bough she had been scaling to when movement had caught her eye. a giant is not a usual sighting here, even so deep in the wood as they are, but fear is far from snow white's eye as she looks upon him.

"i figure there are not often people in trees," her voice floats on the wind as if it has made it it's personal mission to carry her words, "i didn't mean to startle you, if i did." hands move slow and steady as she brushes strands of honey-blonde hair from her face, back settling against the rough bark of the trunk of the tree as she makes herself at home up there.

"afraid? well - you hardly seem like you're trying to cause any harm or trouble. unless i am a worse judge of character these days than i think." there's a lilting quality to those words, a personal joke that snow says largely for herself, and her smile has grown wider and softer still as she peers up at the stranger.

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