Cinderella rewrite where Cinderella’s father is an unusually successful fisherman due to his secret friendships with the shy and mysterious mermaids, successful enough to attract a moderately wealthy and ambitious bride with two daughters. Once he dies, her stepmother, determined to make sure her daughters inherit the fishing business as dowries by marrying before Cinderella, forbids her from going out on the fishing boats or into town and makes sure she spends as much of her time as possible doing drudgework, hauling offal and cleaning fish. When the Prince’s ball comes around, an important occasion for young women to make good connections, the stepmother forbids her from going, telling her that she needs to get the latest salmon catch gutted and ready for sale instead.
Cinderella’s mermaid godmother calls upon her people to clean the fish and gifts her a dress and shoes of shimmering fish scales that wreathe her in rainbows under the moonlight. She makes an impression on the Prince at the ball so strong that he immediately falls in love with her, and when she’s forced to flee before her stepmother notices her (no masquerade mask or dancing rainbows will disguise her from her own family at close range), the Prince is left with only a delicate fish leather slipper left on the front steps to try to find her again.
He goes around the houses, seeking the owner of the slipper, but Cinderella is once again working in the fish sheds. He stepmother, desperate and determined and having found Cinderella’s other shoe that very morning, realises what has happened and takes a knife to the feet of her prettiest daughter, telling the prince that she suffered an injury that very morning but those are definitely her shoes, see, here’s the other one, and they still fit.
The daughter is pretty and witty and charming, and while the Prince doesn’t feel the same spark and instant sense of connection that he did at the party, he reasons that she’s overwhelmed and in pain and once she’s healed, all will be well. There are no birds to whisper of blood in the shoe – the Prince has seen the bandaged feet already – and the daughter slips on the shoes (the only shoes she has that will fit her, now,) and accompanies him to the palace.
But the stepmother is no doctor, and by the time the Prince gets her to the palace doctors, it’s too late – his beloved has contracted an infection in her feet from the shoe leather, made unclean in its travels. She will survive – it is an infection of a common filth of fish and birds, one that the doctors have potions for for the occasions where dangerously cooked food causes outbreaks – but in her raving, she confesses the whole scheme to the Prince who, furious, returns to the village to find the girl he truly fell in love with, the girl hidden from him.
“Oh, yeah, the fish cleaner,” the villagers shrug. “We don’t see her around very much, she’s probably in the sheds. Her family calls her Salmonella.”
Overview of some topics when it comes to drawing characters who are burn survivors.
DISCLAIMER. Please keep in mind that this is an introductory overview for drawing some burn scars and has a lot of generalizations in it, so not every “X is Z” statement will be true for Actual People. I'm calling this introductory because I hope to get people to actually do their own research before drawing disabled & visibly different characters rather than just making stuff up. Think of it as a starting point and take it with a grain of salt (especially if you have a very different art style from mine).
Talking about research and learning... don't make your burn survivor characters evil. Burn survivors are normal people and don't deserve to be constantly portrayed in such a way.
edit: apparently tum "queerest place on the internet" blr hates disabled people so much that this post got automatically filtered. cool!
being able to teleport must suck ass when you have adhd
I can now summarise my life insofar into a single word: confused.
To elaborate I feel luke I jumped iin a whirlpool and landed in Wonderland (in a bad way).
Tonight on My Husband Doesn’t Know How to Baby Talk
“Ma’am, are you aware that these, right here are your hands? They belong to you. And you get to decide what happens with them. So when you use these hands to pull your binky out of your mouth that is not necessarily a dad problem. I’ll fix it obviously i just want you to acknowledge it’s not my fault”
So currently one of the relatives I'm staying with has a UTI and has therefore been prescribed treatment. One of which is a dietary supplement intended to maintain urinary health that happens to boast of tasting like cranberries.
To me, cranberries are famously unpalatable so I cannot fathom why they'd be flavoured this way.
It brings to mind the time the vague recollection of the time the president of a company in the US that makes cranberry juice had to complain about the FDA's desire for them to show the public how much sugar was in a single bottle of juice by admitting that cranberries had an unpalatable taste that needed to be altered.
It also reminds me of how cranberries are farmed; they are lighter than water and so float so every cranberry harvest the farmers flood the fields and collect what floated. Unfortunately that includes the spiders they used to prevent common prey from eating their cranberries. The spiders would grab onto what's closest to not drown and then jump onto the poor human harvesting the cranberries who had to be sure not to make any sudden movements or would be bitten and therefore in incredible pain.
I thought of all of this and it wouldn't leave my head and realised; 'hey you know where you should spew all of this barely organised and cognizant word vomit? Tumblr!'
learning how to hunt for the good fic on ao3 definitely has a learning curve but with time and effort and practice you too can develop a keen sense for how good a fic will be based on how unhinged the tags are
Please, I’m begging for this
Dp x Dc crossover but instead of a twin au its a I am a girl like you au.
Like the fic The Bat Trap but instead, it's Damian and Danny seeing each other and going "I'm just Like you" like that barbie movie The Princess and the Pauper, and then switching places.
Are you a “can’t write dialogue” writer or a “can’t describe anything” writer
Med student near the Sahara. Conflicted, confused, confounded (might continue listing syllables).
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