Thank you all for the likes and reblogs! Seriously.
I’m going to be doing art if all the main characters from the book series (the ones written by Suzanne Selfors)
A lot of people were wondering where to find the books, I’ve been getting them from my library, but I’m pretty sure you can find them for free.
Anyways after reading Semi Charming Kind of Life I can confidently say that the Charming parents win the “Worst Parent Award” and YES i do think they are worse than Snow White and the Evil Queen.
Ok not to be controversial cuz I really do like her original design from the show, BUT HEAR ME OUT
I was inspired by Halle Bailey’s recent instagram pic with her gorgeous locs and couldn’t help but think of Holly O’Hair. Her design in EAH is adorable, but it doesn’t really do anything groundbreaking in terms of Rapunzel adaptations besides her ginger hair.
As a child, seeing a black Rapunzel with long beautiful locs would’ve literally blown my tiny mind, so this is low key just a self-indulgent gift to little me :)
Also, I absolutely adore eah and all its characters but can we talk about how Justine Dancer was the ONLY black royal/princess in the entire series?…. And we only got her several years in and toward the end of the series?? AND she got almost zero screen time in the specials and only one webisode appearance before the show was cancelled???? Justice for my girl Justine.
So as some of you may (or may not) know, I work for Walmart. Specifically the toy department. With dolls and most toys, we run on seasons. Our two biggest are Spring and Fall. This is when new merchandise comes out. For me, my shelves get all swapped around. Over the past few months I’ve been getting really irritated with people saying “oh this Walmart has this but this one doesn’t.” Each store has its own schedule. New dolls only come out twice a year!!! Not every time a new collection drops. If you want it now your best bet is to buy it online… The holidays are about to start, go show your toy people some love…
i wrote it when i was very stressed out though if thats any excuse
Brief Summary: The first time Cedar said “I love you” to her, Ramona had been totally taken aback.
Word Count: 247
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The first time Cedar said “I love you” to her, Ramona had been totally taken aback.
Yeah, her family all loved each other. But they hardly ever said it. It was in quiet gestures, or a wink when you passed in the halls. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d said “I love you” to Cerise. It just wasn’t something they did.
What made it worse was that Cedar literally could not lie. Which meant that she meant her words wholeheartedly. And that made Ramona nervous. She didn’t know how to respond. Didn’t Cedar feel the “I love you”s when Ramona brought her flowers, or brought her to a secret picnic in the middle of the woods? Was that not enough?
She didn’t know if she was ready to say it back, and she didn’t know what to say instead. So she’d awkwardly mumbled, “You too”, and was still kicking herself about that. Cedar didn’t deserve that. She was so pure and kind and deserving. Deserving of so much better than Ramona.
Maybe one day she could do it. She practiced in the mirror sometimes at night, when Justine was sleeping. “I love you.” Maybe a little more emotion. “I loveyou.” The words felt strange on her lips.
Maybe she just wasn’t cut out to love Cedar. Cedar deserved someone who could say kind words back to her, and express her love openly. Ramona just wasn’t sure she would ever be able to do that.
i still have good ideas for the rest of the month though!
Brief Summary: Cedar and Maddie lay in bed and reminisce.
Word Count:259
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“Remember when we weren’t roommates?” Maddie asked, nestling in closer next to Cedar’s arm. “Wasn’t that a crazy time!”
“Well, I wouldn’t exactly call us roommates now,” Cedar admitted. Technically they were more than roommates. They’d been assigned to the room together, but they only slept in one bed. “I mean, we are dating.”
“That’s so right!” Maddie wrapped her arms around Cedar and gave her a big squeeze. “That’s what I love about you so much Cedar, you’re always thinking of new things.”
“I am?” Cedar definitely wouldn’t have said that about herself. She personally thought that she took things way too literally.
Maddie nodded. “Or at least thinking of things in ways that I wouldn’t! Don’t think so low of yourself.” Over years of spying on the narrator (not appreciated by the way) Maddie had discovered some of Cedar’s little insecurities and was making it a point to pick them away one by one. “Now go on. Say you’re a smart thinker!”
Cedar blushed. “I guess I could be a smart thinker, if you think so.”
“Good enough!” Maddie popped her head up and gave Cedar a big kiss, which made the other girl flush even more. “Now, what do you think about popcorn for breakfast?” She hopped up, already getting a bag.
“I think you’re pretty wild, Maddie,” Cedar had to admit, laughing a little.
“Why thank you.” Maddie blew the girl a kiss. Cedar couldn’t help but blow one back. She was so lucky to have a partner who was as crazy supportive as Maddie.
anyways you see why i had to switch ginger and cedar out for these guys for this prompt right?
in another world the complexities of identity and being two of the only poc at ever after high would be fascinating to explore
but i decided today was not that dad
Brief Summary: Courtly’s love is a cruel and twisted thing.
Word Count: 318
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Courtly always felt as though her love was tainted black.
She’d spent years repressing all emotions except happiness. Silly. Clownish. The picture-perfect jester. But while she’d been repressing them in the pursuit of joking around, darker feelings had surfaced. Anger. Resentment. A desire for revenge. There was no place for love in her world. And if it did exist, it was a cruel and twisted thing.
She’d thought, once upon a time, that she could have loved Lizzie. But any excitement over seeing the girl was overwhelmed with confusion. Did she love her, or did she feel indebted to her as her jester? Soon love had turned to malice and hate, and Courtly couldn’t conjure up those same feelings even if she wanted to. Which was why she’d been so surprised when Apple White had entered the picture.
It was the same thing all over again, wasn’t it? The jester in love with the future queen. But Courtly was so tired of the hate. It was exhausting and overpowering, but love was scary and new. She didn’t like the feelings she had when Apple was around. It was worse when she was ordered to attend Ever After High. Now she had to see princesses all the time. She would knock into Apple or Lizzie in the hallways, and her feelings were so confusing they made her sick.
She would never be able to confess to Apple, no matter how much she tried to keep her love pure. Because Apple White deserved to be with someone as royal as she was. She would never fall in love with a jester. And besides, Courtly’s love was so difficult, she could never put someone through that.
Caught in between love and hate, Courtly was content to simply watch Apple from afar. As long as she kept her distance, she couldn’t really hurt anyone. Even if her heart was yearning for more.
anyways i had to switch them with tomorrow’s prompt sdfghjk you’ll see why
i think it was kinda funny but that would have been… really ironic hahaha
anyways we have cedar prompts for 4 out of the next 7!
nice nice love to see it. she’s really awesome
Brief Summary: Cedar asks Ginger if she can try her treats.
Word Count: 456
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Ginger was understandably nervous. She’d spent years without anyone wanting to try her baking. They were all so worried that she was going to follow in her mother’s story. And now, she was serving her treats to the most important person to her in the entire world.
“Are you sure you want to try these?” Ginger straightened the plate in front of Cedar. They’d only recently started seeing each other, and Cedar had asked to try her treats. She’d prepared a little plate with a cupcake, a cookie, and a brownie. Better to start small.
“Ginger, I’m sure. Remember, I can’t lie.” Cedar had that oh-so-charming smile that Ginger had just fallen head over heels with. She was just so genuine. But now Ginger was flustered and nervous.
“Are you sure you’re sure? Because it’s really no trouble if you don’t want to.” Oh Grimm was she really doing this? What if Cedar didn’t like it? If she said it was bad, it would crush Ginger’s spirits, because she would be telling the absolute truth.
In response, Cedar picked up the cookie. “I’m going to eat it now,” she said, checking in with Ginger. The other girl nodded.
“Okay,” she said, but she had to look away as Cedar took a bite. The crunch was agonizing. Would she approve? Would she think that Ginger was just a big fairy fail?
“Mm,” Cedar said, finishing up her bite and going in for a second. “Mmm! Ginger, this is amazing!” she exclaimed through a mouthful of crumbs.
Ginger couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “You really like it?” she asked, daring to glance over at Cedar, who was now finishing up the cookie.
“Oh yeah!” Cedar swallowed and fixed her again with that grin. “I love it! You’re a hexcellent baker, Ginger.”
Ginger felt like she could faint right there. This was all she wanted, for people to love her baking. Especially someone that she loved.
“And what flavor is the cupcake?” Cedar asked, examining it.
“It’s strawberry.” Ginger rocked a little on her feet. Would strawberry be okay? She had to console herself by remembering that Cedar literally could not lie. That meant that she had to like the treats.
“Hey, Ginger,” Cedar said, noticing probably that the girl was very anxious. “You’re really awesome, you know that?” Then she picked up the cupcake as Ginger blushed. “You know you’ll have to make me more of these,” she started as she took a bite. “Because mm… mmm wow. These are just so so good.”
Ginger couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face. This was everything she’d ever wanted. She couldn’t believe that she was the luckiest girl in the world to have Cedar like her back.
set in the not so distant future. but after graduating from ever after high
Brief Summary: It was when she was cutting Duchess’ hair one day that Poppy discovered a tuft of feathers growing at the base of her neck.
Word Count: 341
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It was when she was cutting Duchess’ hair one day that Poppy discovered a tuft of feathers growing at the base of her neck. She didn’t bring it up to Duchess; her pleading eyes in the mirror told her that she already knew.
They’d known this was coming for a while. Duchess was fated to become a swan forever. It was inescapable in a way that biology couldn’t deny. While other people had the chance to rebel against their destinies, Duchess’ was coded into her DNA.
There was nothing to do for it, and no point in complaining. But she did notice Duchess holding onto her a bit tighter. Her hand clenched hers when they went to the park and saw swans in the lake. At night, she slept curled around Poppy’s body, living every day as if it was her last. It was heartbreaking.
If Duchess was going to be a swan, Poppy wanted to be a swan too. It was so unfair that she had the freedom to choose her own destiny in a way that Duchess didn’t. Poppy had never gotten a straight answer from her about whether the girl wanted things to be like this. Back at Ever After High she’d been a proud royal, dismissing anyone who went against their destinies. Poppy was surprised they’d ever grown close, but then again, she didn’t have any destiny to speak of. In some ways she felt responsible for any of the pain she imagined the other girl was feeling, because she was living proof of the fact that some people were allowed to be free.
And maybe Duchess had just been putting on a brave face after all. Because one night, mumbled painfully while she was asleep and Poppy was sitting up in bed trying to think about a way in which they could both be happy, she’d heard the quiet words, vulnerable in a way that Duchess never was. “I’m scared.” And Poppy knew she would never be able to recover from the heartbreak of hearing that.
