What’s your favorite fairytale(s) reimagined piece of media? I’ll start first, beanstalked. It already looks so cool and reading about the characters makes me so excited to see more. The character design are amazing, your style is so damn nice to look at and seeing just how much these characters mean to you is so nice to see. MORE UNAPOLOGETIC LOVE FOR YOUR OWN STORIES! Everyone should I their own little fandoms in their heads! Draw those badass monsters! Make your silly little guys kiss! Your brain should be mush from your love of your own works! Also thanks for indirectly bring back my love for my oc’s from middle school, I missed those guys. Your stories have feel so nostalgic, so familiar and comforting but new and refreshing.
T thank yo ou u. I get so happy when people like Beanstalked, I KNOW I SAY THIS EVERYTIME SOMEONE SAYS THEY LIKE IT BUT I'MMA KEEP ON SAYING IT, because it is my baby 😭
AND YES-THE SELF INDULGENCE SPREADS
As for fav fairytale reimaginings-OH BOY here we go because do I have a LIST
Hammerstein's Cinderella (1997): One of my earliest memories of a fairy tale retellings that I actually enjoyed as a kid. There are so many things in it that just hit along with the songs. Honestly, every other live action Cinderella falls flat in comparison for me.
Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales for Every Child: I grew up watching reruns on HBO and it was a big motivation for me to say "fuck it" and make a vast majority of the characters in Beanstalked people of color. Plus, I love the design choices they make for a lot of the characters. And the 90s vibes are just sooo good.
American McGee's Grim: I love this demented little game and its style. The execution makes it worth it to play for me even if you aren't into fairy tales. Plus, how can I turn down technically having the ability to run around inside an ACTUAL level based on fairy tales. I have Jack and the Beanstalk, Little Red Riding Hood, Pinocchio, Beauty and the Beast, and Cinderella and I like to play them occasionally just for the fun of it. And yes, that Jack and the Beanstalk is 100%ed
Shrek 1 and 2: I love both these films and they are very nostalgic to me but I especially love the second. It really goes all in on that "living in a fairy tale" aspect with Fairy Godmother, Prince Charming, the Frog Prince, Puss in Boots, etc. Plus, that "I Need a Hero" montage just goes so hard. It's honestly one of my fav animated scenes in a film.
Guillermo Del Toro's Pinocchio: I love stop motion. And I love retellings that know their source material while also adding their own flavor. This film is such a work of art from head to toe and I balled so many times watching. Plus the way it touches on the aspect of life and death makes me so happy.
Puss in Boots: The Last Wish: I could gush on and on about how much I love the animations and characters but like…everyone has already done that for me so I will focus on what specifically made me love the film. And that's how it handles fairy tales. It takes a much more earnest approach than Shrek, which while I love, you have to admit it can be a bit mean spirited at times. So I enjoy how this movie was more of a "these tales are people living their lives". I love the found family aspect of Goldilocks and the Three Bears, Puss in Boots being a legend and a bad ass and cocky like the OG tale. I even liked Jack Horner and how he was just that good classic "I am a dick and I own it" character. Personally, I view him as a sort of commentary on how companies will IP dump things to seem cooler and more successful. In this case, it's Fairy Tale dumping which is DEF something I've seen SO MANY TIMES because companies will thing having a bunch of tales in one thing automatically makes them cool since "DISNEY DID IT SO IT'LL WORK" and they just land flat on their face. I genuinely hope that more films in the Shrekverse have this sort of down to earthness to them…and if no the Shrekverse then maybe some more animated films that genuinely reimagine fairy tales.
Relating to the previous point but I do not care what anyone says that little boy with the cow and the giant covered in greenery was def a fuckin Jack and the Beanstalk reference and I will fight everyone tooth and nail about it I SEE A REF TO MY FAV TALE WHEN I SEE IT DAMMIT
Alice and the Nightmare: A webcomic that's based off Alice in Wonderland. Currently, it's one of the only Alice based reimaginings that I like and the art is just so GOOD??? I am always hyped to read the next update.
I'm sure there is like...a crumb of more but these are the ones that really resonate with me and motivate me to work on Beanstalked when I see them. I keep thinking the list is gonna be longer but honestly...it's the list of fairy tale retellings that I'm NOT into that is the long one. It doesn't help that I occasionally watch the off brand animated fairy tale based movie on Netflix for funzies and come out mildly disturbed.
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thank you guys for indulging me, you literally changed my whole mood 💖
@morrigan-sims mac absolutely counts :P i forget how long it's been since you guys have seen him, because he's always running around in the background being a nuisance while i'm trying to set up scenes fjskjds but anyway, thank you sooo much for sharing!! the supernatural elements are definitely my favorite too, i try to keep them balanced because i know they're not for everyone, but i find them so interesting to explore.
steviiiie my girl stevie. i don't pick favorites but she does have a special place in my heart (unfortunately for her, that means i pass a lot of my own issues onto her lmao but what else is writing for?) to answer your question: the dream she had as a kid was just a regular "wishful thinking" type dream, nothing prophetic! but if stevie got the chance, she absolutely would go comfort her younger self. she needed the hug :(
ahh i remember that anon about coco, that's so cool that you guessed that!!
thank you so much for this message, for always giving the best feedback, for being soooo awesome, all that great stuff :') 💖💗
@titoro woahhh i know exactly what post you're talking about and that's so long ago, thank you for being here 🥺💖💖💖 i'm so thankful that you would go out of your way to keep reading, and i hope YOU know how appreciated you are 💗
omg same, i have to rein myself in otherwise i would give you 293293029 alternate universe finns 😭 and that's awesome, my favorite thing is giving characters enough depth where you can be angry at them and also understand them and wish things were different! thank you so much for reading 💖💖
@rebouks WHAT i had no idea you read frozen pines before you joined, that's so cool 🥺 you inspire me constantly so you have no idea how much it means that i inspired you a little bit too. and i'm so happy that's the message you took away; i used to get embarrassed over how much i cared about my silly little NOT LITTLE sim story, but there's no reason for anyone to be embarrassed over anything they care about and have put so much love into creating. i have a lot of pride in what i've created and i hope you do too 💖 thank you so much for sharing, this made me so happy to hear 💗
godddd this is so sweet, thank you so so much for taking the time to share this with me (it's not too much, it's juuust right haha) 💖 these are some of my favorite scenes i've ever worked on, so i'm really glad you like them!! it's rare that i ever look at one of my own posts and wouldn't change anything, but that's how i feel about jada & alisa's confrontation, like it literally jumped out of my brain and onto the screen exactly how i pictured it. it makes me crazyyy 🥴 i just recently re-read the stevie + truck driver story and the funny thing is, i have no memory of whatever "daddy issues tiktok trend" i was angry about, but i'm glad i wrote it. you're not alone in it being a little too relatable lol. NYC griffin!!! i miss him :( he was probably the happiest version of finn we've seen yet. at the very least, he was the version with the most freedom. "i will love you in every life" literallyyy 😭 and he WAS the catalyst for asa and finn's real kiss omg. asa would've taken way longer to confess his feelings were it not for NYC griffin. pour one out for him!! sjksjd thank you soooo much for this lovely message 💖💖
ahhh that's a huge compliment, thank you 🥺💖
@bitchyybabyy400 omg if i was an outsider and casper/talon's kiss was the first thing i saw, i'd back out soooo fast (i'm really sensitive to second-hand embarrassment fjksjds) so i applaud you for sticking around :') and an IDEA BOOK that's so cool !!!! i'm legit honored, thank you so so much 💗💗 huge congrats on testing out of that class!!
@moonfromearth ooh this is super interesting, i'm always curious to know which posts "hooked" new readers!! it's amazing to hear that each characters' personality comes through even though you don't know who they are. and you even read the short story!! that's so cool, thank you!! 💖
awww yes selvadorada!! i need to speed things up so we can get back there faster lmao. this is so sweet, thank you 💗
@kanakomimura ohh man yeah, the labor scene made me emotional too ;-; and of course the breakup scene, i'm still pleased i was able to shock people with something we all knew was coming. thank you so much for sharing, this means a lot 💖
I MISS HIM SO MUCHHH. soon.....
@hedgehogs-and-songbirds thank you!! i ended up building a compost bin which took me all afternoon, but was pretty fun sjfksjd and i miss that era sooo much, it's why i'm always doing flashbacks and remaking their teen sims because i miss them 🥺 but it's been fun to try new things too! i'm so happy you're still around 💖💖
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“I’m so glad we have this date today…I really like having the chance to talk with you,” Melissa said, returning to the table with our coffees, a disarming smile and a powerful pair of swinging hips. “And now I’ve got you all to myself.”
“It’s, uh, not a d-...” I began, but heard my voice fade as I watched her big ass strain against her too-tight jeans as she moved to sit. Jesus, it’s huge. And she has absolutely no waist...
She giggled at my stammering as she sat, the chair taking her weight. It was our second official Friday Management Meeting, and I have to admit I was looking forward to it a little too much. Just the chance to sit and stare at this woman, have her undivided attention, bask in the her salient admiration while away from any others who knew us. Yes, I know it’s salacious and that I was a married man and believe me I was not proud of it. But christ that body in those jeans and that top. She’s an absolute Amazon, all curves, and I was feeling myself more and more fixated on her with each day that went by.
“So,” she started, eyes glittering over her coffee as she spoke, looking me up and down, “I guess you forgot it’s Casual Friday?” Her dark hair, soft and relaxed today, fell around her face fetchingly.
“Oh, uh…” I replied, suddenly conscious of my out-of-date tie and rumpled shirt. I put my cup down, ran my hands over the wrinkles of my khakis. “I thought this was kinda casual..?”
Melissa giggled, satisfied. She and her friend Randi had established ‘Casual Fridays’ in the office last week. My silence had obviously been taken as a passive, spineless approval, and here I was in my own ‘casual’, complicit attire. “It’s okay, you look cute,” she added in an aside, indulging me with a smile, “like a little kid wearing his big-boy clothes.”
“Hey..!” I laughed, taking to my own coffee, watching her take a sip of hers and giggling at me. Truth be told, my old shirt was loose around the collar that morning, and my pants seemed too big. I had even had trouble getting the knot of my tie done, getting the right length.
So maybe I did look a little like a teen in oversized clothes, and Melissa hadn’t failed to notice. But, despite the teasing, there was something else on her mind that morning, for sure.
“So what’s up?” I asked, tabling for the moment the list of business items I wanted to get through, to make this an actual meeting, maybe.
“Well, it’s kinda silly, I guess, and I sorta feel silly asking but...are we, like, friends?” she asked.
“Oh...uh...” I stammered, caught off guard.
“Because I’ve been really feeling like we are getting to be friends,” she said,, “y’know, hanging out, going out together...talking. And I, like, hope I’m right? Am I? Are we...friends?” She was speaking a bit faster, belying her nerves.
This was weird, but it was bringing butterflies to my stomach. This girl - this young, buxom, drop-dead gorgeous girl - was nervously asking to be friends. She was hanging on my every word, and I didn’t know what to say.
If she saw my expression, she was having as hard a time reading it as I was expressing it. “I mean...if that’s okay?” she blurted, laughing, “Is that okay?? Is that, like, alright? To think? Since I, like...work for you? Can we be...friends?”
”oh, uh, I, uh…yeah, of course,” I finally answered, obviously flustered but doing my best to seem casual. I was nervous, she was nervous, and I didn’t want this to seem like a big deal. But...yikes… “Of course we can,” I said, my voice now more confident, “I’d be proud to be your friend.”
To that, Melissa visibly beamed, her smile growing, relieved, encouraged. Heartened.
I had tried not to stare as her chest swelled. “As long as you, uh, don't mind being friends with an old crank like me?” I asked.
“OMIGOD STOP!” she laughed, leaning in to slap my knee, “You’re so not old. Plus you're the smartest, nicest, best guy I know. And I need all the friends I can get.”
I laughed, and took a drink of my coffee, ignoring how fast my heart was racing. But what did she mean by that? That she ‘needed friends’. I mean, a girl like Melissa...she must be, uh, very popular.
“C’mon,” I countered, “You must have lots of friends, boy friends, I m-mean...friends who are guys” Ooof. I was digging a hole with my stammering. I saw her eyes giggling at me, and knew I should stop, but my mouth was ahead of my brain. “...a boyfriend?”
She was kind enough not to laugh at me, and instead answered plainly and politely, “No it’s frustrating, the kind of guys I attract,” she said, breezing over my awkwardness and candidly explaining her situation, “Guys always try to...change me. Make me something different. So I’ve been on a break, a long break, so I can…” She took a sip of coffee, to choose the right words. “...concentrate on my career.“
”Oh,” I replied, feeling weirdly...weird. And feeling like there was more to the story...but it wasn’t my place to pry.
That’s when the air changed. A serious expression clouded her face as she drew and released a deep breath, cast her gaze down. At the same time I first became aware of her perfume, a cloud of which had slowly drifted across the table. Oh, wow...I drew in a deep breath of it. My eyes fluttered.
“Dr. J, I am so happy you consider me a friend, it means so much to me,” she began, steeling herself for something that was obviously difficult for her, “because I know the girls at work don’t really like me…” Her tone was uncharacteristically sober, and her frankness took me suddenly off-guard.
“Oh, don’t say that…” I answered, immediately seeking to solace the mood, possibly cutting her off. I knew I had to acknowledge her concerns, I couldn’t lie and tell her she was wrong, but I didn’t want her upset. “You’re...new. New to them. You’re...different. Different than Jeannette was.” She watched me, listening with wide, patient, slightly sad eyes from across the table. We both knew she was speaking the truth...but I also knew she was in fact understating it, that she didn’t fully understand how deep their petty antipathies were actually running, or that they despised me even more than they did her. But I had to try to make her feel better about it. “It’s maybe going to...take some time, time for them to warm up to you. But...you’ll see, keep try-”
“Dr J, it’s okay, it’s okay,” she said, stopping me with a hand, her left one, reaching out to grab mine. Her smile was wistful. “I'm actually used to it, I’ve had to deal with it, with women acting this way towards me before. It’s been this way ever since I grew...these.“
At that - hand still on mine - she drew her shoulders back, dramatically sticking her chest out. Her massive bosom swelled to fill the space between us and with a thin, resigned smile she patiently ignored me attempting to stay composed.
“Big, huh?” she quipped plainly, subtly squashing her breasts between her arms to further emphasize her mass and forcing me to finally look away. She sat back, removing her hand and allowing me a moment to recover.
“Y-y-yuh…” I tried, nodding, trying to appear understanding, “I can imagine it’s, uh…”
“Yeah, they’re a blessing and a curse,” she continued, candidly, “I’ve always wanted to succeed through my, like, brains. Through hard work and skills and, y’know - education.”
I continued nodding, agreeing, giving the appearance of understanding. Encouraging her to continue because there was no way I could say something insightful, in that moment. My tongue was paralyzed, my brain racing to pull itself from the quagmire of her bosomy display.
“But the boobs totally get in the way. Everyone always thinks my successes have been because of...this.” She waved her free right hand up and down, over her dramatic curves. “My body. How I look. How I dress. And sometimes - well, a lot of times - I think they were right. I was given things too easy, sometimes. Jobs, promotions, raises. This job is the first one that I really think will let me do what I want, show what I can accomplish through hard work and brains.”
Acutely aware of my guilt, of every horrible instinct and purile thought in my pathetic male body, I bit my tongue and stayed quiet. I was no better than anyone else who had given her these jobs, these promotions, these raises in the past; she certainly didn’t get this position of Office Manager in my practice on account of her resume, skills or experience. I was just as much of a boob-monkey heel as the rest of them...but she obviously didn’t know that, and I was not about to tell her. She thought better of me, which made it all the worse.
“So...help me!” she laughed, leaning in to shake my shoulder - in jest, yes, but she was strong. Her tone had been slowly becoming more confident, more self-assured, and now it was her encouraging me; it was me who had become more reticent. “What do I do, Dr. J, with the staff? With the girls in the office?” She looked at me and, seeing I had no immediate answer, continued to speak. “It’s like there’s two parts of me: one that wants to try hard, to really make friends with them. And then there’s the other part…”
Her perfume was so strong. Strong and captivating. I felt like it was enveloping me, blurring out the world around us. It was focusing me totally on her.
“The other part doesn’t want to make friends,” she continued, “The other part wants to be strict, be the boss.” She played with her cup, toying with it in her hands, and then looked at me with new confidence. “So, it’s like there’s the nice part and...the strong part.”
I felt myself struggle to swallow. gulp.
“And the strong part, Dr. J, it’s...it’s been getting stronger.”
I’d known it soon after I first met her. There was something inside her, something growing, something blooming - and it was happening even as we spoke. I saw it in her eyes, and I saw that she felt it too. It was new to her, and it was thrilling.
It made my heart race, seeing her excited.
“Anyway, it’s sooo important to me that you’re supporting me,” she said, casually reaching her hand out to my knee. She watched as I looked down at it, and then up at her again. She smiled at me, and kept her hand where it was. “I know I’m new. I know you’ve known the other girls longer. I know it must be hard, putting all your trust in me...”
A new wave of her perfume, so intoxicating, kept me focused on her. Her hand was still on my leg, squeezing it firmly. Her glittering eyes were glued to mine, making my mouth dry, empty of words.
“So...Tell me. What do you want me to do?” she asked, sitting back, sitting straight, now having released my knee, “Try to make friends or…” As I watched, she straightened her shoulders, raised her powerful chest. She seemed to grow six inches, just sitting there. “...do you want me to be the boss?”
My body shuddered, and before I could catch myself, I heard myself speak.
“I-I want you t-to...to be the b-boss.”
She smiled, thrilled, and it was at that moment that I realized it...I had a raging hard-on. I was telling her exactly what she wanted to hear, I was feeding into the blossoming confidence of this breathtaking but woefully unqualified woman, and it was so fucking hot.
“Ok, then...first,” she began, “I think I need to exert my authority.” As she spoke - she’d obviously settled her mind already - she took a moment to casually adjust her bra, tugging on the band on her left side through her thin pink shirt. “I need to show that I’m in charge...but I don’t want to be, like, mean. Stoop to their level. I want to show that I can be, like…” she sat up straighter still. “...the bigger person”
I realized I was staring, and fumbled for words. I knew I should be offering guidance, but could only stammer as I watched her tuck her hair behind her ear. She was waiting patiently for my response.
“o-okay…” I managed.
“But still, they need to know that I am their boss,” she said, shifting in her seat, “I have to do something. Something to...show them.”
“h-how?” I asked, unable to fathom anything else but a question, “wh-what?” Were there even any other people in this coffee shop? Why was I being so sheepish?
“I don’t know yet,” she stated, a brief, grim seriousness in her voice that soon disappeared as she looked at me, shrugged, and giggled. Her breasts bounced, and I think my jaw had been hanging open.
”Anyway, thanks for listening to me,” she concluded, her mind newly set, “You’re always such a big help to me, and I totally appreciate you.”
“Oh, it’s n-no problem, I’m ha-happy t-“ Had I noticed that soft, fleshy bulge of hip, escaping her jeans before?
“And you know you can talk to me, too,” she said, reaching out for my hand again, now taking it in both of hers, “About anything, even stuff at home.” With that, she paused, and just held my hand.
I looked up into her eyes, which were glued on mine. She was obviously talking about my marriage, and my heart skipped. “O-okay, wow, thanks…” Was she looking for more, here? For me to open up about my problems with Sheryl? Her glittering eyes, her soft, thick hair, the magnetic caress of her perfume was making it hard, but I knew not to say any more.
“I’m serious, I can be there for you,” she said, immediately seeing my reticence...but being respectful of it. She leaned in, closer to me, squeezed my hand in support. “We’re a team now, you and me. You have to learn to confide in me. Got it?”
Her smile was so pretty.
“g-got it,” I nodded.
“Good boy,” she giggled, releasing my hand to take her coffee cup again. “I’’m so glad we’re friends now…” She took a playful sip of coffee before looking at me and declaring...
“I really need a good man in my life.”
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