BASTARDIZED FAIRYTALES FEST.

[corleones]

BASTARDIZED FAIRYTALES FEST

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[ghostinsweats]

Rapunzel, American Old West, i threw creation to my king, with a silence broken by a whispering wind.

Rapunzel. Put your spine in your back. r

[martyr4mylove4u]

put your spine in your back.There are no knights in America. No princes to save the girl and the end is always too abrupt to call happy. But there is man, on a speck of land some dare call a town out past the edge of the map, and when the sun is high and the wind graceless and unforgiving you could look at him and mistake something in his face for goodness

Re: Rapunzel. Put your spine in your back. r

[corleones]

THAT LAST LINE. Creepy as fuck and perfect. I should be more eloquent but I'm saving that for the fic. There isn't much to go around.

Re: Rapunzel. Put your spine in your back. r

[ghostinsweats]

This is perfect and beautiful and stunning. I always felt Rapunzel had a manipulative edge to it and that plays perfectly here.

snow white/little red riding hood, crossover, your soul as it floats, pg.

[corleones]

YOUR SOUL AS IT FLOATSThe girl finds the forest in the dark; she has been walking paths with a basket over her arms and her feet are tired when she reaches the grass, the soft ground giving way under the weight of her legs like damp flesh, the creak of leaves as dry as bones

Re: snow white/little red riding hood, crossover, your soul as it floats, pg.

[ghostinsweats]

"I," says devil (smug), "Have slept for a thousand years."

This is so impossibly gorgeous, really.

Re: snow white/little red riding hood, crossover, your soul as it floats, pg.

[citruses]

Oh god. I was going to attempt filling this but there's no point now. Just beautiful, intricate and so sinister.

hansel/gretel, hansel and gretel, we are waiting to be lit. PART ONE.

[corleones]

WE ARE WAITING TO BE LIT
part oneHer brother wakes her at dawn, throws the covers from her bed. He says, "sister, we are going to our grandmother's to fetch flour," and she thinks of how their grandmother lives in Bombay and how many miles there are in between home and the city but he is serious and his face is unsmiling so she puts on her shoes and ties up her hair in a scarf

hansel/gretel, hansel and gretel, we are waiting to be lit. PART TWO.

[corleones]

part twoOne night, the sister dreams that they have reached their grandmother’s house and instead of bread burning on the stove there is her severed head, cooking over the flames and men in uniform are waiting to grab her brother with white gloved hands and they take his throat like that, pulling his head onto their shoulders in a harsh embrace before they spill his blood onto their palms and drink it as she watches

Re: hansel/gretel, hansel and gretel, we are waiting to be lit. PART TWO.

[ghostinsweats]

He tastes his sister, her new rough skin that smells of salt, not the salt of the sea but the salt of the city, the city that has coated itself on her body within a single day and it scares him, the way she looks and the way she moves now, so wholly corrupted so he pushes her back against the dirty sheets of the one night cheap hotel and licks the taint from her flesh, his mouth not stopping till he can be sure that she is clean, thorough in this consideration of duty.

Coherency is definitely someplace else. NOT HERE.

This is perfect and there are so many layers to it and ugh, STOP.

[corleones]

Vasilisa, The Priest's Daughter, make me a beast half as brave, i'd be the same.

[ghostinsweats]

Red Riding Hood, but give me to a rambling man, let it always be known that i was who i am.