Sleeping Warrior in a hotspring? Bathing? Sexing? Just smooching?
I honestly don’t even know at this point.
This doodle is for itstartwithasmile
because flattery will get you everywhere.
(via thesleepingwarrior)
“Rosie leaned forward, round the globe of hands, and kissed Peony on the lips. Everyone’s hands collapsed inward as the spindle end shattered; Rosie felt an eerie, sucking sensation in her own breast and throat, as if something were being pulled out of her and into her friend.”
From Spindle’s End by Robin McKinley
“You are a strange one, aren’t you,” she drawled conversationally. “Usually I barely need half a whisper— they stumble about all over themselves to get splashing in the water, making a great commotion as they flounder under. Are all land-folk so desperate?”
“Quite a wonder that part’d be omitted from the tales of capture,” the captain chuckled. “But I imagine such fools sail for weeks with a long-nurtured thirst for a comely face.”
The mermaid flicked her tail upward, peeking out from under the water. “Or they do not have a will half so well-crafted as yours.”
The captain reached down, taking the creature’s hand in hers. She made no move to break eye contact as she lifted her hand, pressing her knuckles to her lips. “Nor, I should think, did they have temptresses half so lovely.”
Blinking in stunned silence for but a moment, the mermaid smiled slow as she regained her composure. “Why, captain,” she said, fluttering her lashes in half-jest, “did I not know better, I would guess at scales and fins of your own under those breeches.”
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VALENTINE’S DAY OTP FEST PART TWO
wow ok I ship this y’all and mini-fiction just happened sorry not sorry oops also i didn’t come up with names ‘cause i suck
(via kheldara)
Auditions open for new lesbian fairytale musical!
If you live in Melbourne, Australia, go forth and apply for an audition at www.trailerparkproductions.net
Here’s the official line…
Created as a fairytale musical for adults, the characters in Shining Armour believe that the ‘rules’ of fairytales apply to their existence. There are designated heroes, kidnapped princesses, and little girls are never allowed out into the woods. Except that their world is no more magical than our own, and such a misunderstanding can cause an awful lot of trouble…
It doesn’t mention the (entirely canon) lesbian love triangle the three main female characters are in, but I am mentioning it here. Because awesome.
Glinda swooned at the same moment. Elphaba thrust out strong arms and scooped Glinda in mid-collapse. Glinda didn’t really lose consciousness, but the uncomfortable nearness of the hawk-faced Elphaba after that undesired act of desire made her want to shiver and revulsion and to purr at the same time.
‘Steady on, girl, not here,’ said Elphaba, ‘resist, come on!’
Resist was just what Glinda didn’t want to do. But after all, this was hardly the place.
‘Come on, Glinda - you’ve got better brains - come on! I love you too much, snap out of it you idiot!’
‘Well, really,’ [Glinda] said, as Elphaba dumped her on a heap of moldy packing straw. ‘No need to be romantic about it!’ But she felt better, as if a wave of illness had just passed.”
- From Wicked by Gregory Maguire, pg 162
“She is waiting, and when I find her, she brings a finger to her lips and reaches her hand for mine. I hesitate. ‘Witch’ my mother called her, but I want to know the feeling of her fingers in mine, so I wrap my hand around hers, and my mother’s voice shimmers, falls away.”
From The Tying of Tongues by Kristi DeMeester
Femslash February - Snow White/Little Red Riding Hood
At the top of her castle tower, the Queen stares into the mirror and the mirror stares back. It sees her soul: a lifetime shaped by men who tell her looks are all that matters until she believes it herself, values herself in their words. Who is the fairest of them all? she asks. Snow, the mirror replies, voice tainted with the sadness of centuries, and retreats back behind the glass as the Queen demands the destruction of her stepdaughter.
On the outskirts out the land, Red steps outside her villages boundaries, winds her way through the woods with her hood up, her cloak drawn tight around her against the wind. Don’t tempt the wolf. She hears howling. She takes too long to retreat. The wolf crosses the protective lines drawn around the village that night, past the statue to ward it away, and Red wakes to a dead family, the delicate spray of blood decorating her face.
She’s on a quest for revenge when she stumbles across the glass coffin and the beautiful girl inside. Red knows the consequences of overstepping the line, that some confines are meant with the best intentions, but the coffin whispers of evil traps and the girl inside glows with something that looks like life. The kiss of life. The girl wakes.
Snow and Red: the two girls out for revenge, who don’t care about their own happily ever afters as long as they can rid those who wronged them of theirs.
“If we’ve got the bond between you and Peony wrong, nothing else matters.”
“We breathe together,” said Rosie. “And if we stand next to each other we only cast one shadow. A few weeks ago we had to start being careful not to walk in meadows - away from trees or something tall - when the sun is low, for fear someone would notice.”
- From page 297 of Spindle’s End by Robin McKinley
