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meteor752 · 3 months

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I rewatched ever after high with my girlfriend after like, six years

We had…thoughts

Do you guys think fairytale people look down on those who aren’t from a fairytale? Because, Ever After High seems to be the most like prestige school, but not everyone can go to it. Is there like racism going on between fairytale people and normal people?

It’s said many times that Apple will be like, the future queen, but when we meet Snow White she’s a fucking capitalist. Also Apple being queen means kinda nothing cause half the school are royalty and will grow up to become kings and queens. That title doesn’t mean anything

We had like, ten kids from wonderland, but no Oz kids? I feel like a Dorothy child would be very obvious, like what the hell, same with the witches

The school actively encourages evil people to be evil, then become surprised when they are evil. Like, Evil Queen cursing Wonderland and almost taking over the world? That’s on you, principal

Also can we place lock up the principal in jail? He lied and manipulated his students, stole from Raven, and kept his brother cursed and locked up in the basement. Like, ???? The brother comes back and is just like “Oh I missed you so much brother” like no!!!!!! Get that man out of here!!!!!

Do the fairytale people reproduce like, asexually, or do we have a ton of inbreeding between the royals? Well, it would be the most realistic aspect of the show

Hot take: Apple is a great character. Like yeah she’s a little selfish, but when we’re shown how she was raised it’s fully understandable that she’s so obsessed with fulfilling her destiny, but she’s never rude or bitchy, not ever really to Raven. Also she gets better! Active character development! She’s one of my favorites

Why the fuck is Allister frolicking in Wonderland. Bro Alice came back, she left that place, yet everyone is just like “Yep he’s a wonderlandian”, like no! Also he’s a royal? Bro you can’t be a royal, you were actively rebelling against your story by going to wonderland early

It’s a little messed up how many of the kids are like, being forced to die. Like Ramona? She will be fucking gutted after eating her sister if she goes with her story. Like what is this school, what are these rules?

Apart from Sparrow, surprisingly, everyone of the boy designs are so fucking boring. Ew

I love the direction they took for Briar. I think they kinda realized after the first episode that shit, it’s kinda weird that this girl who’s destiny it is to sleep for 100 years to just be fine with it. Briar is also one of my faves

Speaking of the sleeping beauty story tho, do you think it’s rare for the school to have a sleeping beauty? Cause we’re shown that this school has housed like, generations of fairytale characters, but since Sleeping beauty clocks out for a hundred years, and probably only had a child after that, they must only get her like, every fourth or fifth generation. Kinda interesting actually

Daring X Cerise > Daring X Rosabella. Like idk, maybe it’s that Cerise can like, fully challenge him in his views, forcing him to become better in a way. Like, with Rosabella it feels more like an “I can fix him <3” mindset, while with Cerise it’s more “I can knock him down a peg”. I just thought they had a better dynamic, idk

Speaking of the Charming family, gf and I fucking hate Dexter’s name. Like, Daring and Darlings names match each other so well, not just that they sound alike but that they have meanings. Dexter is just a boring name

We tried to come up with name ideas, Dating was the funniest one to us, but we thought Dastardly was kinda fun.

Like, our thought process was that he was meant to be like, the classic jealous twin brother, always looking to sabotage his perfect older bro, except he wasn’t that at all. Like, a running joke would be that it would look like he was sabotaging Daring, or like being mean, but then the camera would like zoom out or smt and show that he was like, playing a video game or just doing something completely different. It would have been more fun, plus it would have given Dexter like an actual personality instead of just, inferiority complex the person

Dashing could also have been an idea for a name

Kitty should have a tail. As should her milf of a mother have. Also like, real cat ears instead of just a hat or a headband. It feels obvious

I mean Bunny has actual bunny ears, plus she can transform into a bunny, but why is the cat just like A Girl

How can Hunter belong to both the Little red ringing hood story, and Snow White. Is his dad just a mad multitasker, or does he have two dads? I like the second option honestly

The storybeat of the characters all living through each others story honestly should have been like, an entire special. It’s the most interesting thing the show did, and I wish we could have seen more, cause it lasted only like seven minutes. But that gives us more time to see that thrilling book all storyline, amiright?!

Briar’s moment was especially heart aching, and I wish we'd gotten more of it

But like, since Briar as the evil queen saw Apple poisoned instead of her mum, does that mean that Raven was talking to herself in her story

But at the same time, Blondie saw the current queen of hearts instead of Lizzie, so like what's going on

Snow White and The Evil Queen have like the vibe of high school rivals/ex girlfriends, and they did go to school together, but like Queenie is literally her step mom. Like what. If Raven were to live out her story, would that mean that she would marry Apple's dad? Whoever that is?

The more you think about the lore of this world the more it doesn't make sense, but it also becomes like incredibly dark

The Pied Piper is one of if not my favorite fairytales, but I hate how he is represented in this show. Like he kidnapped children and then drowned them, that man shouldn't be a teacher!

Also white queen is a teacher at ever after, yet her daughter is still in wonderland. Like bitch just left her there, what the hell.

I love that they didn’t make any of the princesses stuck up bitches, like Descendants did. Like, the girls are all kind, with vibrant personalities and a lot of love for the people around them. The closest thing to the “mean girl” stereotype is Duchess actually

But Duchess makes total sense! She fucking drowns at the end of her story, of course she wants another one. Why is Raven’s rebellion praised but Duchesses scorned? Also why is she a royal, girlypop is literally trying to steal other people’s happily ever after, she a rebel

There is more I can say, but this post has already been deleted twice from my drafts, and I am scared of it, so it’s better to get it out now

Also, as a final little send off, here’s my ranking of the characters, and the ships

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robotgirldiode · 3 months

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Honeymother

content warning: oviposition, eggpreg

Summary: Cerise prepares herself for a sacred ritual, dedicating her body for her Goddess and carrying the next generation of Her children.

Cerise rose early on the day she was to take her Goddess' blessing.

She had been excused from her day's duties -- other priestesses would be taking her place, for this day and the next forty. But there was much preparation to do, and the ritual took place in the morning.

She dressed quickly, not bothering to tame her hair, and passed through the back ways of the Temple from the dormitories to the Honeymother's antechamber. As she walked, she trailed her fingers along the smooth, waxy soapstone the whole structure was carved out of. She felt it under her fingertips, looked at how it caught the light and almost appeared to glow from within.

Cerise never got tired of the beauty she lived in with her Goddess, and she never wanted to take it for granted.

The antechamber was empty when she arrived, but a small meal had been left on a side table: honeyed flatbread and sweet, tart skyfruit. Cerise ate methodically, not really able to focus on the taste in her mounting excitement. The other priestesses designated as her attendants filed in before she was done, all clad in their soft yellow formal robes.

Tek was the only mellikin among them. She twitched her antennae at Cerise in greeting as she entered. The other two were human -- Dinna, who had received the blessing the previous year, and Summer, who hadn't yet been chosen.

The three of them readied the bath, heating it with a whisper of divine magic, pouring scented oils into it that made Cerise's head swim, scattering the petals of flowers Cerise didn't recognize. She was used to quick showers; this was a level of luxury she wasn't sure she was comfortable with. But it was all part of the process, and all worth it in the end.

Cerise shucked off her robe, hoping to outrun her shyness about her body in her haste, and sank down into the water. Dinna began washing her hair, and Tek took to scrubbing her.

That made sense. Cerise was hopeful that her wife would be chosen as an attendant, and Tek’s presence calmed her like no other. On the other hand, Cerise was a little afraid that Summer was resentful of her for being chosen. Tek, as the Goddess' daughter herself, could not be so blessed, and wouldn't be prone to such jealousy, and Dinna had already been granted the Honeymother’s blessing.

(Just anxious nerves, perhaps. But Cerise swore she could see a tension in Summer's back as she prepared the ceremonial robes.)

"Cerise," Tek said in a quiet buzz. "Are you feeling alright?"

"A little nervous," Cerise said.

Mellikin's segmented eyes were notoriously hard for humans to read emotion in, but Cerise had long practice. The way Tek held her antennae, the set of the plates on her face -- all spoke to devotion and concern. She continued scrubbing methodically with three hands, but she ran the fourth down Cerise's side. The chitin of her hands, striped the same subtle black and yellow as the rest of her, was surprisingly soft, and she had as much practice touching Cerise as Cerise had reading her emotions.

Cerise shuddered in pleasure, closing her eyes. "Tek..."

"It's all right," Tek said. She held Cerise and washed her more intimate areas -- her small breasts, the little fold of her stomach, her hardening cock. It was caring and sensual, and her body responded, but it wasn't a prelude to anything. It was just care and love, expressed as touch.

Finally, the two priestesses doing the bathing hauled Cerise out of the tub. She fought for her balance, wooziness descending on her in the heat and the flower smell and the touch of her lover. They dried her off and wrapped her hair up into a beautiful scarf, patterned with hexagons. The Honeymother's symbol.

There was more dressing, but not much. It would be a little counterproductive for what laid ahead.

Finally, wrapped in a silk robe and leaning on Tek for support, Cerise faced the door to the Goddess' bedchambers, adorned with a simple trio of hexagons picked out in gold against the ebony wood. She stepped forward, and knocked once.

The door swung open.

She entered, trailed by her attendants, head straight forward.

Kzaia, the Honeymother, looked like her children the mellikin, but she was unmistakably a goddess. Tek and her siblings were built to human scale; Kzaia was nearly eight feet tall. Tek's eyes were beautifully iridescent; the Honeymother's were so radiant, unreal rainbows on black, that Cerise couldn't look away.

"Good morning, beloved," Kzaia said, a throaty buzz, a sound that shook the foundations of Cerise's soul. She smiled -- not what a human would call a smile, but the pleased, loving expression particular to her insectoid form.

(It was one she wore often. What would a goddess such as the Honeymother have to be unhappy about?)

"Good morning, your radiance," Cerise said, bowing her head slightly, then back up to look Kzaia in the eyes.

Kzaia wasn't wearing any clothing, as was her usual. Her torso was humanoid, without breasts but with the curves of hips, and with four slender arms that nevertheless looked strong. She stepped forward, crossing the space to Cerise in three strides. Kzaia's wings were folded, but they fluttered slightly as she walked. Cerise had to tilt her head up to hold her gaze.

"Cerise," Kzaia said. "I have chosen you to take my blessing. Do you swear now, before your Goddess and your sisters of the cloth as witnesses, that this is what you desire? My gift to you, to this world, can only flourish if accepted with a free heart and a clear mind."

They were words Cerise was familiar with, a rhythm she had heard when she had attended a blessing previously.

"Yes," she said. "More than anything in the world."

Kzaia reached out a single hand and cupped Cerise's cheek. "Beautiful," she said. "Then, let's begin."

Cerise was led to the bed in the center of the room. It was circular and very tall; tall enough that Cerise would have had trouble climbing into it on her own. Kzaia just picked her up (Cerise let out a squeak of surprise) and set her down on the edge.

"Tek," Kzaia said. "The jelly, please."

Tek stepped forward, holding a small wooden bowl carved with a hexagonal motif. Kzaia took it from her and handed it to Cerise. Tek smiled at her before taking her place with the other priestesses bearing witness.

Cerise looked at the quivering royal jelly in the bowl. She was used to the stuff; she was one of many priestesses who ate a monthly dose of it to treat different ailments. In her case, it reversed the awful effects puberty had taken on her.

That was the strongest memory Cerise had of Kzaia. Meeting her for the first time, a wild half-starved runaway girl, face covered in shaving nicks because blood was better than hair, requesting asylum in the temple because her family had ensured she had no other options save death. Kzaia had come out to meet her personally, spoken to her, called her by her real name. Then she had stepped out of sight for a moment and came back with a small blob of clear jelly on her fingers. She explained what it did, asked if Cerise wanted it even with the responsibilities it came with.

The changes hadn't been instant, not like the flashy magic that some said other gods had. But they had saved Cerise's life.

This jelly looked a little different, and Cerise knew it would act immediately.

She swallowed it in three mouthfuls.

It was a stronger taste than the usual jelly she took, a sensory overload that flooded her mind. The heat in her cheeks spilled down her throat, into her belly, into her groin.

Something was changing, inside her. A temporary renovation, something that would sustain her for the weeks that she would bear the Honeymother's blessing, that would make her suitable as a vessel. It also spread warmth outward, upward – a tingling in her limbs, an electric thrum in her cock. She felt herself harden again, almost painfully.

"Show me," Kzaia said after a moment.

Cerise wanted to respond, but her body would only moan. She untied the robe with shaky hands and slipped her arms out of it so she was sitting on it like a blanket, fully nude before her goddess. Her head was too full of heat to worry about what she looked like.

"Beautiful," Kzaia said, taking Cerise's length in one hand.

"Nnnnnn," Cerise said. "My goddess..."

Kzaia continued stroking her gently, sending lightning directly to her core; with her other upper hand she played with Cerise's breasts, adding thunder to the lightning. Her lower hands gripped Cerise's ankles firmly.

"You're going to be such a good vessel for me, aren't you?" Kzaia asked.

"Yes," Cerise breathed. "Please."

Cerise closed her eyes, but there was a mischievous tone to Kzaia's voice. "Please what, my beloved?"

"P-please," Cerise said again. "Please fill me."

Kzaia stepped back. The lack of touch felt like ice in comparison to the heat raging under her skin, but Cerise stamped down the disappointment and looked up at her goddess. Kzaia held one hand to the folds between her legs, buzzing in concentration. Soon something began to emerge.

Kzaia's ovipositor came out slowly. It was smooth, tapered, and glossy black like her eyes, with a little forked tip. Despite having attended before, Cerise had never gotten a close look at it.

It was nearly as long as her forearm, although not quite as thick. Ordinarily, the size of it would have made Cerise a little nervous. But all she could hear was the jelly whispering to her, smothering her anxiety in a thick layer of lust.

"Please," Cerise said. "I want all of that inside me."

"Lucky you," Kzaia said. "I want that too."

She stepped forward and grabbed Cerise's thighs again, forcing them apart a little roughly. With another hand, she reached under Cerise's cock to her hole, dipping a finger in. Cerise realized with a start that there was a puddle on the robe underneath her. She wasn't just dripping, she was actively gushing, and Kzaia's finger went in with no resistance.

It was an odd feeling, something that would never happen without the jelly. But it felt so correct, and even a single one of the Honeymother's fingers lit her brain up like a firework.

"Good," Kzaia said. "You're ready."

She didn't hesitate at all. After all, why would she, when she knew what the jelly's effects were, when she knew how badly Cerise wanted to be impaled? And so she lined up with Cerise's achingly empty ass and thrust forward in one smooth, deliberate motion.

Cerise shouted, and the shout became a moan. The soft lights around her fuzzed and the edges of her vision went grey. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, like nothing she could possibly describe. She felt like she was being unmade, remade, perfected.

“Good girl,” Kzaia said. She stayed buried halfway in Cerise, the only motion the occasional slight twitch of her hips. The soft vibration of the Honeymother’s voice, the sincere warmth of her praise, was almost as intense as the ovipositor inside her.

One upper hand stroked Cerise’s cheeks, breasts, the sensitive spot beneath her jaw. The other softly teased the underside of Cerise’s cock, and was already sticky and webbed with how much she was dripping. The lower pair still gripped her ankles, tight enough to excite her, not quite enough to be painful.

And Kzaia’s eyes… they were deep enough to fall into.

Kzaia fell into a steady cadence of thrusting into her, and Cerise's breaths became irregular as if there could only be so much rhythm between the two of them and Kzaia was using it all up. She might have spoken, she couldn't really tell, but if she did it was just gibberish. Words were no use to a mortal body trying to process the divine.

Cerise keened as she reached her first climax, spurting thin clear come onto her belly. Kzaia paused, scooped it up on one finger, and popped it into her own mouth.

"Only fair, beloved," she said, the edges of her voice a little ragged in a way Cerise had never heard before, a slightly mortal edge of lust to the godly presence of the Honeymother. "After all, you took some of mine."

Seeing her offering accepted by her goddess in such a way almost sent Cerise over the edge again all on its own, but when she started going again, harder and faster this time, it was a certainty.

Cerise lost count. The orgasms didn't quite blend together but lost their sharpness; they were just high tides in a regular cycle of divine pleasure. There was no marker of time passing, just the waves of bliss and the feeling of Kzaia inside her, until she heard a voice.

"The first egg is coming," Kzaia said. "Do you want to see it?"

Cerise struggled up to her elbows. Her eyes took a second before she was able to see anything other than stars, but she wanted to see this, she needed to see it.

There was a bulge at the base of Kzaia's ovipositor, slowly moving forward with each thrust. It was about the size of a fist. Cerise's eyes widened.

Something happened deep inside Cerise, a movement she couldn't quite process, and suddenly Kzaia fell forward, almost to the hilt, bringing that egg right up to the entrance. Cerise didn't know how there was enough room inside her for the entire ovipositor, let alone the egg, and surely her opening wasn’t wide enough for it to…

The egg popped inside her with a sudden jolt, and the world went white with pleasure.

She could feel it settle deep inside her as Kzaia started thrusting again.

"Good girl," Kzaia said. "You're going to hold these for me so beautifully."

The second egg was much the same as the first, but the third came with no resistance. Cerise screamed, and even Kzaia moaned in pleasure with each egg that she planted deep in Cerise’s core.

Finally, Kzaia pulled out with a splash of come and egg fluid. "Six," she said. "You've been blessed with six of my children. How lovely."

Cerise shuddered. Her cock was a soft, dripping, aching wreck from coming so many times in succession; parts of her were sore that she didn't even know could be sore. "Th--" she said. She coughed, her throat raw, and tried again. "Thank you. Kzaia."

Kzaia held her hips in two hands and bent down to kiss her on the stomach. "Don't try to move for a little while," she said. "You won't need to eat or go to the washroom while you're carrying them. Four weeks while they mature and are ready to be laid. And then you'll need to recuperate for a couple weeks, most likely. You'll stay right here in bed; either I'll take care of you, or when I'm detained, your wife will. Tek?"

Tek came forward again, smiling brightly. Cerise reached one shaky hand out and she took it in two of her own. "Yes?"

"You'll be sleeping in here for the time being. I don't sleep, but I'll be around when I don't have other duties."

She started to explain to both her and Tek what would be required, but the exhaustion caught up with her in a rush. The words were swallowed by white noise as Cerise closed her eyes and fell into sleep.

She dreamed of honey.

#i don't write a lot of smut but I'm proud of this one #I feel like it's very me -- an idea that would be extremely offputting to normies but presented as sweet as possible

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meyousing · 1 year

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𝕾𝖚𝖐𝖚𝖓𝖆, 𝕸𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝕾𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖘

𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘: you are the new object of Sukuna's obsession after being sacrificed to him by your family for wealth. He tries to help you relax into your new life, sharing some saké and…breaking you in.

𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: sukuna is in his original form, some plot, nsfw, violence, non-con, oral sex, penetrative sex, virginity loss, “sacrificing”, alcoholism, bad family dynamics, words like “little girl” used but reader is of age (18+). all will be under the cut.

unofficial part two is here!

“Head back” he purred coarsely, his lips beside your ear as they brushed against its shell. You felt clawed fingers reaching into your hair, gripping the roots at the back of your skull to aid your actions. Your eyes had been closed as soon as you had arrived here with him; he had placed you between his legs, positioning you to be cradled by one of his (four) arms and one of his legs, so that your body was perpendicular but still intimately against him. Your eyes remained closed as you followed his command–your lips parting naturally from the new position–and he had taken advantage of this. You felt the coolness of what you assumed to be a chalice against your bottom lip, being tilted inward and spilling its contents into your mouth. Upon hitting your tongue, you realized it was a small amount of saké, a wealthy man’s drink that you’d only been able to indulge on a couple of times in the past (if your family was able to afford it). When the cup had been pulled away, his fingers pressed up and into the bottom of your chin to make your lips close, and with the direction of your head, you had no choice but to swallow. As you did, he growled, his fingers trailing away from your chin and along your throat; following the movement of the liquid as it slid down. Your eyes peered open subtly to see his head as it tilted, his own cerise eyes focused on where his hand was. He stopped his motions suddenly, and the rolling of his eyes darting up to meet yours was so sharp it was nearly audible. You flinched harshly, squeezing your eyes shut again as fast as you could. A rich laugh reverberated against you, his hand now sliding further down your body, sensually gripping your left breast and massaging it.

“When did I grant you permission to look at me, pet?” His words came out like more of a snarl. His hand on your chest then squeezed, making you whimper when the tips of his nails dug into your skin from above the silken robe that was covering your dignity. Your state of mind was hazy at this moment, it almost made you unable to discern what he had just said. But your nerves were able to keep you aware of your surroundings, and you were sure he could hear you gulp. The taste of the saké still lingered in your mouth, the way it burned your throat only serving as a reminder of the situation you were in right now. Your hesitant response came out quieter than you would have liked, though you were sure a voice any louder would have been interpreted by him as a tone of defiance. You didn’t want to anger him further.

“You did not grant me permission, Lord Sukuna.”

He leaned into your neck upon hearing this. He lifted another hand to rest just above your clavicle with his index finger and thumb wrapped around where they made contact with your throat; so that your entire body would be burning from his touch, his hands all over you. He pressed his lips against your pulse, but not in a kiss. All you could feel was the sharpness of his teeth as he grinned against you, likely sensing the newfound rapidness of your heartbeat beneath his hold. With one of his limbs supporting your back, one on your neck, and another above your heart, his fourth and final one found itself on top of your thigh. Your legs had been kept together as if in a subconscious way to close yourself off from him, but with his ravenous nature, you should have known he’d find his way there eventually.

It hadn’t always been this way.

Hours earlier, you had been drying out the new wash that your mother had just finished cleaning. She had moved on to start dinner after unloading the laundry onto you as you sat on your porch, mentioning in passing that an older woman a few homes away had told her about a new stew recipe she had made, that your family simply had to try. You smiled at your mother and said that you were looking forward to it. She had let you know that some ingredients would have to be omitted since your harvest this season was barren, and she was unable to afford buying more from the market for another few weeks.

Your family had been one of the more impoverished ones in the village. Perhaps your small home had just been built upon infertile soil, or perhaps your father’s inability to ration the funds that he earned from his job instead of immediately spending all of it on the very drink you had just sipped, for himself, were factors that were fated. You were, plainly put, not meant to live a life of wealth, or at the very least; you were not meant to live a stable life that required less effort than the heavy amount you and your mother had to put forth in reality. What made everything so much worse was your mother’s refusal to acknowledge the error in your father’s ways, always going silent any time you criticized his actions. You began to resent your father, knowing that he was the only one who could extricate your family from its predicament but was unable (refusing) to do so. Thinking about this only ever irritated you, and you noticed your body heating up in annoyance as you wrung out an article of clothing from your basket a bit too roughly, the twisted material rubbing harshly against your palm. Taking a deep breath, you dropped the damp cloth on your lap and stared off, spacing out to try relaxing and thinking of happier thoughts–like your excitement for the new broil your mother was making. The enthralling scent of it began to circulate through your home, eventually seeping out of the window to you. You welcomed the fragrance and inhaled contentedly, a small smile etching itself across your cheeks.

Your moment of serenity was short lived as the sound of quick footsteps coming up behind you caught your attention. You glanced over your shoulder and spotted none other than your father arriving home from his job, causing the smile on your face to drop instantly. He seemed frazzled, his hair unkempt and hands empty as he waved them around. He was also gaping directly at you with a wild look in his eyes as he ran up to the porch. Having grown accustomed to him coming home in such a state with a bottle in his hand, you had to admit that you were a bit taken aback by his hands being free as he acted so chaotic. No matter what level of curiosity you had felt at the sight, your will to tune him out was stronger and you looked back down to your wash, picking up the next cloth to wring out. His footsteps stopped right in front of you, your eye twitching when you noticed that the tips of his shoes in your periphery were pointed in your direction.

“I did it” he whispered, the vagueness of his words causing you to feel bothered since you hadn’t even wanted to interact with him to begin with. You didn’t bother indulging what else this could have been leading to, keeping your gaze down and remaining silent. You enjoyed leaving him without any form of acknowledgement, but then your shoulders slumped as another pair of shoes joined his, your mother standing at his side.

“Did what?” she queried while wiping her hands on her apron. Your frown deepened, as her leaving the soup unattended meant that there would be a delay on your anticipated dinner. Why, oh why must she always answer everything that your lousy father yammered on about?

“We’re never going to have another worry about…about food, or–or clothes, hell, even saké! We’re never going to struggle ever again!” your father announced this with emphasis as his hands flew above his head.

You didn’t buy it. He had said things similar to this before (albeit in a more drunken way), you didn’t feel inclined to believe him now. Curious to see your mother’s reaction, you glimpsed at her, only to see her gawking at him, goggle-eyed as your father let out a happy sort-of exclamation before wrapping his arms around her, spinning her in circles. Then they both started laughing cheerfully, celebrating. It was your turn to gawk now. There was no way your mother was so easily fooled by your father’s empty words! but then, you regretfully caught sight of the man, and you saw that his eyes were watering. Throughout your entire life, unless he were under the influence of alcohol, you had not once seen your father display his emotions so openly.

“You’re really serious? You mean it?” Your mother asked, caressing your father’s cheek to wipe some of his tears that had started to fall. He nodded vigorously in response, leaning forward to catch her lips in a kiss. You moved your eyes away at that, suppressing a retch and trying to tune them out as you neared the end of your chore–hopefully, you’d be nearing the end of your parents' conversation soon as well.

“How did you do it?!”

“I was passing by the temple on my way home. I felt…compelled to walk towards it. There was a presence there that I could feel; like it was calling my name, without really calling it.”

Oh, so a drunken delusion! You thought to yourself with a smirk as you began to gather the now dried clothes into your arms, intending to bring them inside.

“I met a God there. A gigantic man with four arms, a-and more eyes than we have crops! He knew of all our woes, telling them right back to me in exact detail before I could even ask him what he thought they were!”

Four arms and multiple eyes? He’s definitely lost his mind.

“He implied to me that he had ways of fixing them for me–for us!”

“How?!” Your mother cried out eagerly, excitedly.

“A virgin sacrifice.”

Silence fell then, and you stood up slowly, watching your parents with a disturbed, dreadful feeling beginning to brew within your psyche.

“...What?” your mother had muttered. Her voice was barely above a whisper, and your father inhaled slowly.

“He wants me to bring him a virgin.”

“...How are you going to do that?”

Before you could even express your revulsion at your mother’s reaction to your father’s words–her lack of disagreement and instead her curiosity towards how to make this happen–you noticed that your father had turned his head towards you. Your mother’s gaze followed, your body stilling completely.

“You haven’t been wed yet” your father spoke to you matter-of-factly.

The clearness of the true reasoning behind his simplistic words made your heart drop. Abhorrence filled you, jaw hanging open as the clothing that had been in your arms now fell into a pile at your feet. It took you some time to find your voice, breaths ragged as your father only spared you a discarding glance…as if you were already gone.

“Excuse me?”

You peeked over to your mother, and when your eyes met, her eyebrows furrowed and she looked away almost immediately. There was a complicit expression on her face that was only directed towards your father.

That betrayal almost felt like your mother really had grabbed a blade and stabbed you in your heart.

Recalling these events brought tears to your shut eyes, a small sob wracking your body. Sukuna’s ears perked at the sound and he lifted his head, putting his face right in front of yours, something you were unable to see him do, but became aware of when you could hear his voice much closer.

“Why does she cry, hmm? Do you miss your family that much?” he scrutinized you mockingly, aware of how much you struggled when your parents had carried your thrashing body to his temple in the dead of night. The direct mention of your family stung. Your memory of the pleased looks on their faces when Sukuna had accepted you as their sacrifice flashed behind your eyelids, making your heart ache. Sukuna’s grip on your throat tightened at your lack of an answer, his physical harm only adding to your emotional pain.

“I don’t” you breathed indignantly.

“You don’t?” he wondered in astonishment, though at this point you couldn’t decipher whether he was actually surprised or just being sarcastic. You shook your head to further prove your feelings, and his next words confirmed that he was indeed mocking you. “It didn’t seem that way when they brought you to me, like a helpless lamb to the slaughter.”

“I was only crying for myself” you retaliated a bit quickly. “They can rot, the joke of a family they pretend to be. They wouldn’t have done this if they cared about me.”

This time he truly did seem a bit surprised, staying silent for a bit longer. The silence was a bit uncomfortable for you since one of your senses had been eliminated from the circumstances, only being able to rely on the sounds around you as indications for what would come next.

No sound came, but instead a sensation. His lips aggressively pressed against yours, completely catching you off guard. You attempted to pull back from him, not appreciating his lack of any sort of warning. Though this seemed to anger him–as you should have guessed–and his grip almost became deathly around your neck as he broke the one-sided kiss, your sudden inability to breathe at all made you panic.

“You try to defy me?” he reprimanded, while all you could do was try so hard to continue keeping your eyes shut when the pressure of his actions made them want to bulge out of your head. “This is your life now, little one. Those people left you behind because they knew you wouldn’t be of any merit to them, the worthless little girl that you are.”

It was all too much; his words, his touch on you, the memories of what your parents had done. You began to cry fully now, weeping as you brought two hands up to his wrist, trying to pry his hand off of your neck, the attempt utterly feeble. Sukuna let out a flummoxed laugh at your efforts, worsening how you felt tenfold when he abruptly leaned forward to lap his tongue at your tears, humming in satisfaction when you tried harder to cower away from him.

“You need not cry. You’ll be of use now, to me. It will be easier for you if you obey, but if you’d like to do this the hard way…I can’t complain” he sneered, his voice lowering at the end of his sentence as he finally relented his grip on your neck. Your sharp intake of breath was cut off as he grabbed you fully, lifting and dropping you onto the bed so you landed on your back with a recoil. The fall knocked the wind out of you despite the soft surface of the futon. You breathed heavily in an attempt to refill your lungs, and could feel his weight evenly on either side of you as all four of his arms caged you in, his knees beside your hips.

“Look at me.”

At this point, your eyes had been closed for so long that you were afraid of opening them. But you did, your breathing coming to a halt once again, this time from the terror of seeing his extremely large form above; effectively trapping you beneath him without even trying. You felt so small, like a prey that had been cornered by its predator. He once again found humour in your fear as a dark laugh rumbled through his chest. One of his arms moved from the futon and his hand gripped your waist, lingering there for a few seconds before he swiftly trailed it over and down to rest under your belly button, palm flat with his pinky finger resting dangerously close to your clit. This made your body go rigid, and he felt it.

“Breathe” he commanded in a tone that was much softer than the one he had been using this entire time; almost velvety in a way you could have assumed was meant to seduce you. His hand on your stomach began to caress it, fingers rubbing up and down and still inching closer to your sex with each movement. You forced yourself not to let that make you even more tense and instead inhaled deeply, exerting all of your focus on ensuring that your lungs fully expanded with each breath. He simpered down at you, pleased with your obedience to his order. He also must have figured that you deserve a reward for it, gliding his hand down so his palm rested against your pussy. You jumped slightly, and by instinct began to say “no” but quickly cut yourself off. One of his eyebrows raised and he leered at you.

“Close call…you’ve learned better than to try and order me around, haven't you?” he muttered, deciding to reward you further by pushing the heel of his hand against your clit, which you did not want but were too afraid of what repercussions you could face if you tried to resist him.

Your earlier “relaxation” (the few deep breaths that had only slightly loosened your muscles) was all for nothing as his actions had made your body stiffen again. Sukuna simply ignored this, only keeping his ministrations on your pussy at the centre of his attention as he continued at the same sensual pace. You tried to turn a blind eye to what he was doing and force your mind to travel elsewhere, yet your body deviated against your wishes as the sensation of his palm against you began to feel good, your frame melting into the mattress.

One of Sukuna’s other hands came to support his head as he leaned against it, surveying you in a way that almost made him seem bored, but you just knew that he was more than amused by what was happening; and what he knew was to come soon. He turned his palm to rub side to side as opposed to what he had been doing previously–up and in–and the new movement made you moan. You pretended to stifle it, but his eyebrows lifted humorously at the noise and you knew the damage was already done. You screwed your eyes shut in embarrassment, attempting to do the same with your legs, though as soon as Sukuna felt the resistance he tutted and kept them apart with his other two arms.

“No no, you’re clearly enjoying yourself. I’ll allow it.” You despised his words because he was right. His pace continued on, and you were sure by now that he was teasing you by not changing his speed or intensity since he started. The thought made you writhe, but whether that was from pleasure or disgust, you couldn’t tell. He must have been able to read your mind too, because he was very hasty when pulling your robe open and placing his hand back where it was. He moved so fast that it made you flinch, barely able to process what he had done, before you were once again overwhelmed by pleasure; overriding anything else you could possibly feel right now.

The removal of the extra layer only heightened your sensitivity. He now used two of his fingertips to rub circles into your clit, letting his hand linger in that spot for a few moments before gliding it down to your entrance. That intrusion made you flinch and resist to no avail against the hands that kept you pried open. He dipped the tips of his fingers into you, humming.

“This wet already? Surely you must agree that it’s a good thing you were brought to me when you were, being this sensitive with no man to attend to it? You poor girl.” The derision dripping from his words would have irked you if this had been minutes ago. But now with his actions, you were becoming malleable, like clay in his hands, and his taunting only added to your arousal.

“Mhm” you hummed in response to his words, legs relaxing completely beneath his palms as your hips subtly started lifting to meet his fingers. He stopped moving, causing you to whine faintly before opening your eyes to see why he had halted.

The room that you two were in was quite dim, only illuminated by the light of a few candles surrounding your futon. Yet Sukuna’s carmine eyes pierced through the darkness as he stared down at you, looking famished. The room remained silent as he began to move, eyes still locked on yours while he slid away from you. Your neck strained as you lifted your head to try and watch him better; was he leaving?

“My Lord?–Oh!” your cut yourself off when you felt something warm and wet against your pussy now, realizing that he had only moved to lower himself so he could press his tongue into you instead of his hand. This felt so different from his fingers, so much more precise as his tongue meticulously pressed into your clit. You squirmed around; back arching, thighs twitching, head thrashing back. He was lapping at you at a bit of a faster pace than his fingers had moved, and it made you whimper helplessly, a sudden warmth starting to stir in your gut. He then growled against you before bringing a hand over and above his lips so he could thumb at your clit as well, lifting the hood and pushing his tongue right onto the exposed bud. The feeling of this was so much more sensitive than before, and it made you wail. That warmth in your gut strengthened as you fisted your hands into the sheets, knuckles paling from the force in your grip. You hadn’t experienced any sensations like this ever before, not even fully aware of exactly what you were experiencing. Your head was entirely fogged as Sukuna continued swirling his tongue, whatever was stirring in your abdomen started to become so intense that–

It was gone. The pleasured fog in your mind dispelled, and in your haze, you snapped your head up in confusion. His snort sounded distant to you, you had to blink a few times before you could register that he was still slotted against you, but his mouth was no longer on you.

“You didn’t think I would allow you to come so soon after your defiance, did you?”

“W-wha–”

“You should have been compliant with me the moment you stepped foot into this temple, little one. Your deviance cannot go unpunished, even if it was for a short moment”

All you could do was cry out pathetically. Your body was burning hot, and your mind was empty, except for one thing: you wanted, needed that feeling to come back.

“I’ll be good” you murmured, barely thinking as you dared to reach a hand up, trying to tangle it in his hair in an affectionate way. Before your palm could even come into contact with a single strand, he completely stopped you with a death grip on your wrist, his eyes narrowing menacingly.

“I find it hard to believe you when you say that. You aren’t off to a good start…did I give you permission to touch me?” he wondered rhetorically, the ridicule making you feel humiliated at how far gone you truly were; to think doing that wouldn’t get you punished in some way, especially when he has previously needed total control of where your eyes were allowed to look. How quickly he could go from simple taunting to deadly seriousness was something you were unsure you could get used to. If you were in a logical state of mind right now, you would have asked him that same question, had you been able to recall your previous resistance to his advances. But with your current mentality, you were an amnesiac, all you cared about now was having his tongue on you again. You needed it. Your hips wiggled closer to him eagerly.

“I promise. Please” your tone was hushed.

“Did I give you permission to touch me?” he asked again, much harsher this time, his fingers wrapping even harder against your wrist.

“N-no! You didn’t, I’m so sorry my Lord. Please, forgive me and please touch me again”

You yelped as his nails dug into your skin, hand twitching in his clutch.

“Look at you, giving me orders.”

“I’m not! Ahh,”

His words must have been intended as a distraction from his actions, your own words dying in your throat as his mouth found its way back onto your pussy right away; tongue rolling over your clit again. The way that your head immediately slipped back into its pleasured mindset would have been embarrassing if you weren’t so desperate. You let out a desirous moan and he let go of your wrist in favour of pressing his hand into the side of your hip; your own hand falling back onto the bed beside you. His palm then started sliding up, under the section of your robe that was still tied and covered your chest. He found your breast, tweaking the hardened nipple before resting his hand flat on top of it, fingers stilling. The pinch made you gasp and you resisted the urge to place your hand on top of his, wanting him to do it again. You instead let out a yearning sigh, choosing to use that as a verbal hint to repeat his actions, but it turned into a yelp when there was another pinch on your nipple, much harder than the last one. Yet his hand hadn’t moved?

He chuckled against you, the vibration making a chill run down your spine, choking out a soft moan. He multitasked easily; the hand that was on your breast moving to pull your robe open fully to expose your chest. You noticed how the nipple he had been tweaking felt colder than the other once air hit it, hardly realizing that it was now wet. He seemed capable of reading your mind again when you wondered how it was possible, lifting his wrist so that his palm was facing you. You had to blink twice at what you saw. Had you completely lost your mind now, or was that… a mouth?

The surprise at seeing this had managed to distract you from his actual mouth, which must have annoyed him because you felt him nibble at your clit when your moans began tapering off. You squealed at the achy feeling, though he soothed it instantly with languid strokes of his tongue. He didn’t regard any queries you may have considered about his appendage, instead pressing it onto your nipple again, which successfully distracted you from any questions you had. Your heartbeat picked up from this; you were sure he could feel it, and as you expected, the mouth in his palm began to nip and suck at your tit ravenously. He pulled his head away from your clit with a quiet pop, making you squeeze around nothing as you ached for him to continue.

“Lucky you, hmm? What other man could provide pleasure to you in this way?” to punctuate his words, the mouth on your nipple bit hard but briefly, making you flinch. “Because you’re so lucky, I’ll allow you to come for me now.”

Before you could say anything else he brought his lips to your pussy again, wrapping them around your clit and sucking it into his mouth hard. You let out a gasp that turned into a long, unsteady moan. Your hips lifted into his face and your thighs crushed against his head–you had expected him to be angered by this, possibly interpret it as a form of touching or moving without permission, but he let you move without interference. The warmth you had felt earlier returned to your core, but now it felt hot. You writhed and whined, Sukuna’s ministrations being at the perfect pace to continue feeding into that fire.

“Plea–” whatever you had planned to slur out was sharply cut off, replaced by a keening mewl as the scorching heat within you felt like it exploded. Warmth rushed through you, spreading to every inch of your body as your vision went white, and you cried out in a way you never had before. Sukuna’s fingers curled around your breast as he didn’t let up from your pussy even for a second, intending to ride out your climax with you for as long as it lasted. Pure bliss lasted for what felt like hours, but must not have been longer than a minute. You came back down slowly, body numbing and limbs deadening. Sukuna slowed his pace down gradually, waiting until you seemed to twitch away from him in overstimulation. He then took his hand off of your breast and sucked your clit into his mouth again, pulling away and letting it pop out of his mouth for the last time, making you whimper.

Your eyes soon fell closed as your muscles quivered and tingled in the pleasant aftermath. The reality of this situation had not yet dawned on you; your mind was still too distracted by the light, airy feeling of your satisfied body for you to feel any kind of clarity just yet. When you could no longer feel Sukuna’s frame against you at all, you opened one eye to peer at him curiously. You observed how he reached for his own robe, untying it and letting it drape off of his shoulders for a moment before it slid off completely, exposing his enormous body in all of its glory. You dreaded what this meant, instantly averting your eyes and keeping your mouth shut. Not only did the idea of actual, penetrative sex with Sukuna make you scared, but seeing the size of him from the corner of your eye before you had turned away–you were certain he would tear you apart.

Then, the aforementioned lucidity came back to you. You became hyper aware of your surroundings and sensations: your chilled breast, the sticky, wet feeling between your legs, Sukuna now leaning forward and holding his cock against your pussy lips…

That completely brought you back to reality, the way that your body went from feeling fulfilled to terrified so quickly was shocking. You became dizzy and jerked away from him until there was some distance between you, pulling your knees into your chest protectively. The look on his face could only be described as utterly irritated; he looked inconvenienced.

“What? Don’t think you can take it?”

“I don’t want to do that” you diverted your eyes to the pillow at your side, anxiety rising as you knew he wouldn’t take lightly to your concerns. “I’m not ready for it yet.”

“You look ready to me.” He began to crawl towards you, knowing you had nowhere else to go since you had already backed as far away from him as possible. “Not only did you just have the time of your life, but you’re still sopping wet”

You hadn’t realized how quickly he managed to gain on you; his limbs were already tangled with yours; two of his arms ran down the sides of your thighs as a diversion, so you wouldn’t notice how he used his other two appendages to grab your ankles and pull you back under him.

“No!–” you began, but Sukuna effectively shut you up by colliding his lips onto yours; promptly shoving his tongue into your mouth and down your throat. He was nearly choking you with it, and the taste of what you had to assume was your aforementioned wetness made your cheeks redden beyond disbelief. Tears rimmed your waterline as he continued to ravage you; all four of his hands starting to feel you up at once, your skin growing hot as spit pooled out of your mouths. You were growing disoriented, and at the pinnacle of the feeling he pulled his mouth away from yours; saliva slathered over both of your lips kept you connected by a string of it.

“You’re lucky that I even went out of my way to prepare you, wife.”

Wife?

As your mind tried to understand the weight of what he had just called you (since you assumed you were only brought here so he could take your virginity and then kill you), you abruptly went taut. Searing pain split through your lower body, you were so distracted by him calling you his wife that you hadn’t noticed how he had pushed his cock into your pussy. Your eyes gaped open and you wailed in distress, trying to kick your legs against the mattress and grip at his biceps in an attempt to shove yourself away from him, but for the nth time tonight this proved to be unsuccessful; all he had to do was tower his frame over yours to keep you in place. His eyebrows knit together, sighing aggravatedly and dropping his head down. He paused for a moment before chuckling dryly.

“Looks like you won’t be able to take all of me just yet. You’re lucky that I’m a patient man, this will do for now.” That hadn’t been all of him?! You were sure that you were bleeding. You worriedly strained your neck up to try and see how much of him you had taken.

It was just the tip. You saw him peer at you as he set about to pull out of you slightly, eyes darkening when he unexpectedly rocked back into you; a bit more than the tip disappearing inside this time. The intrusion made you jerk, and Sukuna let out an appeased sound at the sight.

“Oh, you continue to surprise me. Look at how good you’re doing, bet you didn’t expect that to happen so soon. I certainly didn’t.” He sounded satirical, but remote; you were much too sidetracked by how you felt right now to hear and understand anything he said to you. Then you felt some light slaps against your cheek–him tapping his palm against it to grab your attention.

“Don’t you think you’re doing well?” He thrusted into you again, it felt harder this time. You nodded as a throaty whine left you, and he seemed pleased with that. He started rolling his hips at a slow rhythm. As he did, you held onto his arms, bearing with the pain by letting out huffs each time he re-entered you. The stinging of being split out dissipated slowly, and his thrusts started to feel more sensual as he continued. Your grip on his biceps loosened, which he took notice to; leaning closer to you so the tip of his nose rubbed yours with every movement. Even with how close you two were and how it had obstructed your vision, you could see his teeth as he flared them in a large smile.

“There we go. I knew you’d come around again”

Then he sped up, cock pounding you open with every thrust, and now it felt delicious. The sensation of being stretched out was different from the feeling of his tongue. Each time your body jolted from his harsh movements you couldn’t help but let out a whimper, biting your bottom lip harshly as if that would control it. Sukuna’s mouth found yours again though, this kiss was messy like before; all tongue and teeth as the sound of your copulation got louder and louder. He swallowed every one of your moans, and that warmth roused in your stomach again; it felt like his cock was coaxing it to become more intense each time his tip kissed your cervix. Just as it was becoming too much for you to handle, feeling like you’d burst if this continued, Sukuna shoved his cock as far into you as he could, nearly stilling as he slowly rutted in you as if to push it further. The zeal behind his small but precise movements had you seeing stars as you came, squeezing him hard; milking him, raspy whines escaping you as your legs trembled. This orgasm was heightened since you had already come once before, you were still extremely sensitive, but it felt so good.

He granted you some mercy, the short rocks into you slowing down even further while you experienced the aftershocks. As your head lolled back, limbs weakened and chest heaving, Sukuna started to pick his pace up again–which you hadn’t felt ready for. Surely you could not handle anymore after coming twice at such an intensity. Your throat was too scratched from how vocal you had been to ask why he was continuing, you could only give him a quizzical look and a pathetic “huhh?” sound. He just smirked knowingly.

“What, did you think that was it? I’ve barely broken you in, that was only half of me.” You trembled and swallowed hard, dreading how long this could possibly go on for. Sukuna’s laugh came out like a roar, in a way that could only be described as maniacal. He fucked himself harder and further into you again, tears pricking at your eyes, legs shaking violently as Sukuna reached up to squeeze your cheeks together with one hand.

“You and I are going to have so much fun together, for the rest of your life. And don’t you worry, little one. Your family will pay for wasting such a precious stone, be glad they brought you to me.”

#✧meyou #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #ryoumen sukuna #sukuna ryoumen smut

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4rainynite · 4 days

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EAH Dorm Rooms Headcanons pt 22

Teachers Addition

It wouldn't be high school without the teachers and to teach the students passed down legacies.

A good majority of the adults went to Ever After High School and some even became teachers to teach the future generation.

At the end of the day teachers need a place to sleep and we get to see who roomed with who during their high school years.

The teachers' living quarters are between the boys and girls dorm and is smaller than the students' dormitory.

Like the students each room is design to fit the persons personality.

Headmasters Milton and Giles Grimm

Brothers Milton and Giles created Ever After High to teach the future fairy tales their storybook legacies. Overtime Giles notice how some destinies weren't equal even if some were happy ever afters. Giles purposed a way to make everyone happy, but Milton didn't agree. Still traumatized of almost losing Giles when they were children made him deadset on following the pre-determined fates and because he fears he'll lose power. There was a huge fight and Milton cursed his brother to speak Riddlish and banish him to the Vault of Lost Tales.

Being co-headmasters and founders of Ever After High School, Milton and Giles have the biggest rooms in the living quarters.

Milton's room is similar to his office: full of portraits of himself, full of awards, clean, expensive furniture, posh, with a canopy bed, and blue.

Giles's room is similar to the Vault of Lost Tales: messy, papers everywhere, books piled high, mix-matched furniture, and red.

When Milton cursed Giles the police investigated and closed his room up. Milton avoided the room at all crime to not feel guilt for what he had done to his brother.

When, Giles is free from his curse (he didn't get cured in Thronecoming) and Milton is arrested for his crimes, everyone predicts that Giles will throw away Milton's things. But, he doesn't. Giles lets it be, even after his brother's betrayel he refuses to touch the room.

Baba Yaga

Baba Yaga teaches home-evilnomics and facility advisor and though she sides with Headmaster Grimm with destiny she's less strict and willing to show sympathy for those who want change.

Baba Yaga doesn't need a room due to her living in her cottage/office with chicken legs so it changes locations and we've seen it plenty of times in the show.

Her cottage has Slavic designs, candles, spell books, potions, and she has a steering wheel to control the hut.

I believe Baba Yaga's cottage/office is like the shotgun houses from my home state Louisiana. For those who don't know what a shotgun house is it's a narrow house (front to back) and each room is divided for better examples: 1 2 3. The first section is her office, second potion making section, third kitchen, fourth bathroom, and last bedroom.

Mr. Breaker Badwolf

Breaker Badwolf was a student at Ever After High School where he studied (met the love of his life Ruby Hood and had a daughter) and now teaches General Villainy.

Breaker's room resembles a wolf's cave like his niece Ramona's room with rock formations, dim lighting, and leather furniture.

He seems like a hunter to me, so he has a collection of traps and snares in his room.

He keeps a two-way-book to speak with his with, photos of Ruby & Cerise, and letters from her hidden away in his room.

The White Queen

After, evacuating Wonderland due to the Evil Queen's curse, she and her fellow Wonderlanders escaped to Ever After. She got a job at Ever After High School as the new Princessology teacher.

Like all the Wonderlanders her room is messy, but in a organized chaos sort of way.

Her room is styled like a chessboard with Wonderland decor.

Maid Martha Marion

Maid Marion is the teacher of damsel-in-distress class and mother of Sparrow Hood.

Her cartoon and book appearance are drastically different in the show she looks like the perfect damsel while in the book she was described as:

Madam Maid Marian set a black bag under the desk, then removed her cone hat. Her hair was chestnut and cut in a short bob. She was fresh-faced, with no makeup. A few freckles dotted her wide nose and high cheekbones. She wore the colors of the forest, with a moss-green tunic and brown leggings. A pair of green feather earrings completed the woodsy look. Her suede boots looked super comfortable.

Appearances aside Unlike other damsels-In-distress she teaches her students to save themselves.

Her room is a hodgepodge of luxurious queen/ forest decor.

She definitely has exercise equipment and hunting gear like bows and arrows in her room.

Coach Gingerbreadman

Coachh Gingerbreadman is the gym teacher who encourages his students to run faster to avoid crazed bakers.

His room is more of a gym than a bedroom with a treadmill, weights, a rowing machine, and etc.

His room is mostly candy & gingerbread decor with trophies decorating the walls.

Evil Step-Librarians

Evil Step-Librarians (Stephanie and Sissy) are the librarians of the school, one is the mother of Prudence and Charlotte, and Cinderella's stepsisters.

While other staff members have their own room, they share one while at Ever After High School.

Their room has a gaudy luxury feel to it. Like everything cost of money but it looks cheaply made and tacky. And everything is bejeweled.

Since they're librarians the room has multiply bookcases with trashy romance novels.

Prof. Jack B. Nimble

Prof. Jack B. Nimble is the of tall tales and seems to be a popular teacher among the students.

Prof. Jack has a huge candle collection ranging from size, colors, and scents. He has the cleanest smelling room in the teachers' sleeping area.

As you can see by his desk most of the furniture in his room is candle themed.

Because of this the sprinkler system goes off in his room a lot (similar to Faybelle).

He also has a huge bookcase where he keeps a collection tale tales and poems.

Prof. Pied Piper

Prof. Alto Pied Piper is the music teacher and the father of Melody Piper.

His room is similar to the music classroom with many instruments and music books.

He keeps his Imperial Gold Turntables in his room when not using them in his class.

He has a mini fridge stocked with snacks for his pet rats.

He owns a huge collection of flutes and vinyl discs.

Rumpelstiltskin

Rumpelstiltskin teaches chemistry and is one of the least popular teachers in the school due making students spin straw to gold for extra credit.

His room is probably one of the messiest rooms in the teachers' living quarters and screams goblin core.

He has a spinning wheel that he uses to spin his own gold.

Momma and Papa Bear

Ursula and Bernard are a married couple so obviously they share a room together.

Their room is cottage core with bear cave elements.

Like their story sleep in separate beds since Poppa likes his mattress firm and Momma likes her mattress soft.

Ursula teaches cooking class so she has a ton of cookbooks and Bernard teaches beast training and keeps many cages and pet supplies in their room.

Their son, Teddy, sometimes visits them when not in class.

Author's note: We were robbed that they never appeared in the show!

Hagatha

Hagatha is the school's lunch lady who is infamous for her porridge which she adds artificial lumps to.

Can't really say too much about her so maybe insects motifs on her dress she has food and bug decor in her room.

Mrs. Trollsworth

Mrs. Trollsworth is the secretery and Headmaster Grimm's assistant in his schemes.

Being a troll, her room is messy with a mix of grandma parlor room decor.

Mr. Green Thumb - Is the groundkeeper/gardener, due to his small size he most likely has the smallest room in the teachers' living quarters. It most likely full of gardening equipment and indoor plants.

Prof. Card - Prof. Card with the other Wonderlanders evacuated after the Evil Queen's curse, he is the current art teacher at Ever After High School. His room is full of art supplies and has a few weapons since he was a guard.

Prof. Knight - Prof. Knight teaches Hero Training and is one of the oldest teachers in the school who still remembers the art of knighthood. His room is decorated with suits of armor, swords, and horse decor.

Well, that's all the staff at Ever After High School!

#my art #ever after high #milton grimm #giles grimm #baba yaga #dorm room #dorms #The White Queen #Mr. Green Thumb #Mrs. Trollsworth #Hagatha #Rumpelstiltskin #Prof. Pied Piper #jack b nimble #eah

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rotten-roses-clan · 4 months

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god played a cruel trick on me today

i got five eggs so far. all stinkers. the first egg i hatched?

copper/amethyst/cerise. fire eyes. female.

disgusting, right?

the fourth egg i hatch?

copper/nightshade/cerise. shadow eyes. male.

literally one color off on the secondary. i was livid.

anyway, they were so close that i had to keep them. i have a "jokes" tab which contains the not-so-serious dragons i have, like Jokester, who is another very cruel joke god has played on me. so they're going in there

anyway, meet Higgledy and Piggledy, the bad hatch brothers

#personal #my dragons #flight rising #night of the nocturne #notn #i hate them but i am contractually obligated to keep the cruel jokes rng plays on me

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spenglerposting · 8 months

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More customs I did! The first is a Cerise Hood repaint. She's based off my Spider-Man OC. I originally wanted to make her a wedding dress since she's also based off the Mary Jane Wedding Day Barbie but I dunno. I really like her the way she is now tbh! Maybe as a secondary outfit. The second is my childhood Scaris Rochelle Goyle whom I did a lip repaint. I also cut her bangs! I probably need to find her another outfit though. I don't like what I have her in rn lol. The third is my childhood Sirena Von Boo re-bodied and with a lip repaint. A little while back I got a new Sirena but I didn't wanna get rid of my old broken one so I just restyled her. Finally the fourth is a Ballet Robecca Steam I did a repaint on to try and make her look more like her cartoon appearance. I already have the completed ballet class doll so I wanted to try my hand at another face up :)

#monster high #ever after high #ooak #doll customs #cerise hood #rochelle goyle #sirena von boo #robecca steam #dollblr #dolls #doll collector

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kaleisillustrations · 7 months

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Finally, our fourth and last character from the “ Steven Universe ” edition, at first Steven’s enemy then becoming his friend and Pink Diamond’s little “ treasure ” :

- Spinel

Spinel has a pink complexion, magenta eyes, a small pointy nose, and cerise hair that is styled into a pair of spiky pigtails. She also has three black lines underneath both of her eyes, an inversion of the eyelashes from her original form and reminiscent of running mascara. Her clothing consists of a plum-colored top, puffy pointed hot pink sleeves, puffy rose shorts, hot pink wrist-length gloves, white stockings, and a pair of rose knee-high pointy boots.

Her gemstone is located in the center of her chest, cut in the shape of an upside-down heart with lots of facets and detail.

#strvenuniverse #spinel #pinkdiamond #thegreatdiamondauthority #digitalart #digitaldrawing #digitalillustration #procreate #ibispaintx #kaleisillustrations

#art #artwork #digital aritst #digital art #artists on tumblr #tumblart #ipaddrawing #ibispaintx #procreate #steven universe #spinel #pink diamond

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comatosebunny09 · 2 years

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How Many Drinks? [ Pt. 2 ]

Summary: It’s no secret that you’ve had a thing for your bestie for quite some time. With a few shots loosening your tongue, will you finally have the courage to confess?

Genre: Romance, Humor, Drama, Modern AU

Warnings: Language, Mild Sexual Content, Alcohol, MDNI!

This didn’t come out nearly as good as it sounded in my head. 😭 Thank you so much for reading!

He’s never too far off.

And for that, you are thankful.

Kyojuro stands in your peripheral, a watchful big brother swirling the contents of his glass, looking like a five-course meal. He exchanges laughter and stories with a couple of his co-workers who came out to partake in the dollar shots, too. He’s close enough to intervene in case someone gets too handsy with you, but he gives you enough space to do your own thing. The notion brings a sloppy cant to your lips. It’s nice to be doted on. Nice to pretend like he’s an overprotective boyfriend instead of just a hyper-vigilant homie.

You flag down the bartender for the fourth time tonight, feeling like you’re wading through molasses. Your words are slurred as you ask for “another long island, please,” casually drumming your nails against the empty, highball glass.

“Coming right up, gorgeous,” he shouts over the conglomerate of conversation and music, gracing you with a boyish beam. Your lips quirk. He’s cute. Dimples, brunet, nice teeth. You make out the strength of his body as he mixes drinks behind the counter. Someone you’d typically flirt with. You would’ve asked for his number a couple hours ago if not for a certain blond living rent-free in your muddled mind.

Speaking of him…

You watch Kyojuro chat up a pretty redhead. She’s short and curvaceous, breasts spilling from her blouse as she leans forward and purposely squishes them together. Touches his arm with her slimy paw; a fake, girlish giggle added for affect. You scoff, brow twitching with irritation. “Girl, he don’t want you. You’re trying too damn hard,” muttered under your breath.

You’ve only ever seen him in two serious relationships since you’ve been friends. His last girl was a prima donna, too focused on his pockets. You wanted to choke slam her after Kyojuro showed up to your apartment with red-rimmed eyes and a broken heart.

He’s a sweet, romantic baby not into one-night stands. Deserves someone who will appreciate all the cliché shit he loves. Flowers, midnight strolls on the beach, kissing under the stars. He deserves a slow, all-consuming love. Not some grabby-ass heifer who’s only interested in fucking.

The bartender returns, placing your drink down on the sticky counter. You raise the tumbler in a silent thank you. He responds with a sensual wink before moving to another patron.

“Come here often?” floats a saccharine voice from over your shoulder. You tremble, nearly spilling your drink. L’Homme and warmth consume you when Kyojuro reaches around to set his glass down. Presses a deft hand to the small of your back. Your eyes lock briefly, your breath corked in your throat. “Apologies,” he says, flashing you a disarming smile, gradually backing off. “I did not mean to startle you.”

You swivel in the barstool to face him fully, alcohol sloshing around in your gut. “Don’t be sneakin’ up on me like that. You know I’ll beat your ass.”

Kyojuro chuckles deeply in response, the sound singeing your innards. “Calm down, tigress.”

It should be criminal to be so damn fine.

You drink in the subtle tilt of his cerise lips through hooded lids. Amber irises descend into a dark ruby, glittering under the strobe lights as he gives your drunken form a once over. Emboldened and moving on autopilot, you sweep a wayward lock of crimson-tinged hair behind his ear. Fingertips graze the cool, gold metal of his cartilage piercing. The act feels too intimate. Freezes you both in time, the thunderous music briefly fading into distorted hums around you.

Friendly. That’s all it was. At least, that’s what you tell yourself when his eyes fasten to your quivering lips.

“Want another drink?” you ask, dispelling the tense air. You don a boozy grin despite the subtle fluttering of your heart.

“No thank you,” Kyojuro replies, slipping his hands into his pockets, gaze averted. He wears an easy smile of his own whilst he moves to stand beside you. “I think I have reached my quota for the evening.”

You huff, turning back to the bar. “You had like, one drink, bro. You’re no fun.” At that, you down what’s left of your watery long island.

“Do you want to make it home tonight?” Kyojuro playfully chides, poking your rib.

Depends on whose home we’re ending up at…

You fix your mouth to retort, but the song blaring from the speakers melds into one you’re well acquainted with.

“Aw, shit!” you holler, ready to shake your ass now that the liquor’s loosened your limbs and inhibitions. “This is my shit! Kyo!” You grab for him with childlike mirth paddling across your features. “Kyo, dance with me!”

He casts you a humored look before offering a hand. Carefully plucks you from the stool, twining five thick fingers with yours. You ignore how tender they feel; how normal it is to have his digits scorching your skin. He cups your hand like a lover, guiding you through the sea of writhing, sweaty bodies toward an empty space near the DJ booth.

Once safely nestled between other clubgoers, you let the rhythm possess you. Throw your hands up in the air, jumping in time with the beat. Kyojuro bops in front of you, grooving from a safe distance. He’s told you multiple times before that he’s not much of a dancer. But he’s a far cry from the wallflower he was when you met way back when. You’re grateful that he never leaves you hanging, even if he’s out of his element.

You mouth the lyrics, swaying your body. Wind your generous hips, not missing the subtle darkening of Kyojuro’s eyes as he watches your sinful gyrations. Thinks you haven’t noticed, but you’re on to him. You slowly sashay towards him, a hawk closing in on its prey. Reach for his hands again until—

You exhale sharply, back colliding with a taut wall of muscle. You toss a look over your shoulder, vision doubled and distorted around the edges. You hardly make out the contours of his face through the fluttering lights, but you have an inkling of an idea who’s behind you. And dammit, he feels good.

Fuck it, you think, letting the bartender draw your hips into a sinuous sway against his groin. The liquor’s got you feeling weightless and numb, and you love this song. Maybe you’ll put on a show for Kyo. Get him hot and bothered and craving your touch, much like you pine for his.

You look up after brushing up on your new dance partner. Can’t help the slight grimace that descends onto your mouth.

The ginger from before has Kyojuro in her clutches, pushing up on him as if casting a spell. Grazes his exposed chest with idle fingers, dragging him into a slow wind. Kyojuro spares you a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure that you’re alright. She molds his hands to her waist, snatching his attention back to her.

For the umpteenth time tonight, you sigh.

“Yep, I’m done,” you admonish, dismissing yourself from the dancefloor. Heat floods your body as you simmer with a silent rage.

“Aw, what’s wrong, baby?” the bartender whines, scrambling for your fingers. You swat his hands away, a childish pout worrying your lips. You stride across the tiled floor, dodging awkward limbs and other men trying to draw you in for a dance. You set course for the ladies’ room under the pretense of needing to freshen up.

Your name is called from behind. Distress lurks beneath the depths of that familiar tenure as it closes in.

“Gotta pee!” you shout, dipping into the bathroom.

Once enclosed in the safety of a stall, you melt against the toilet seat after dressing it with a generous amount of toilet paper.

“Get your shit together,” you chastise, feeling like you’re sinking into quicksand. Cradle your swimming head in your hands, trying to remember how to breathe.

What the fuck was that about? You’re upset because of what? Because Kyojuro is doing what a single man should? He’s not yours; never will be. You don’t deserve someone of his caliber, anyway.

A defeated groan wrenching itself from your chest, you swallow your resolve. Give yourself a couple beats to collect your thoughts before flushing the toilet and exiting the stall. The woman who looks back at you in the mirror is hardly recognizable. Hair slightly mussed, eyes dark and hollow.

Yeah. It’s time to go.

You pat your hands dry and fix your dress. Exhale loudly before dumping yourself back into the hallway in search of your DD. You want to apologize for leaving him to fend for himself on the dancefloor—

“There you are,” Kyojuro calls, catching up to you in three long strides. You watch his silhouette dance beneath the dim light of the hallway. Not sure if the alcohol’s got you hallucinating. But damn, he looks scrumptious like this.

Hair spilling from the half-ponytail he’d tied it in earlier, cheeks speckled with color. Lips pillowy, panning in close enough to kiss. He places his large, torrid hands on your naked shoulders, bending down to your level. Concern swirls beneath the molten pools of his eyes. He knows you too well; can tell that you’re out of sorts because the alcohol’s turned you into a brat, and he’s one of the few people you catch an attitude with.

Kyojuro asks if you’re “ready to go,” in a subdued, cautious tone. You nod lamely, still entranced by his beauty; still feeling the long islands warming your innards.

“Yeah,” you say with a slight cant to your lips, curling your hand around his proffered arm. “Let’s get the hell up out of here, Kyo.”

Wordlessly, Kyojuro guides you through the crowd back into the inky, glacial night.

—

The analog clock of the stereo reads 2:00 AM.

In the stillness of his convertible, your stomach growls audibly.

“Hungry?” Kyojuro queries, reaching over the center console to squeeze your thigh. If not for your inebriated state, your tummy would be a jumbled mess of knots from the contact. Instead, you nod slowly, dragging your eyes across the side of his head.

“What would you like?”

You shift around on the heated leather of the passenger seat, his jacket sitting homely about your shoulders. “I’m not really picky.”

“Waffle House?”

Scowl. “I’d rather eat dumpster sludge.”

“Taco Bell it is, then,” he relents with the humblest of grins.

You perk up, pawing at Kyojuro’s arm like an overzealous kitten. “Oh my God, Kyo! I want all the tacos! Order me all the tacos!”

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#rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyojuro #demon slayer fanfic

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darkestspring · 1 year

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Do you think we could get a rundown of who and what your OCs are?

I’m new here and I don’t know where to start lol but they look interesting!

aelyra targaryen - she's alysanne and jaehaerys' second daughter, she was born in 54 AC, a year after daenaerys and she dies in 129 AC just a few minutes after viserys dies. she ends up marrying both aemon and baelon and she's the mother of rhaenys, viserys, daemon and an oc visenya ii.

visenya ii targaryen - she's aelyra and aemon's youngest child and the youngest all together. she has a bit of a romance with daemon in her younger years before he married rhea royce and she ends up married to cregan stark and becomes the lady of winterfell. she has a known hatred for alicent that she refuses to talk about.

baelon ii targaryen - he's the only child of daemon targaryen and rhea royce, this kind of came from the idea of 'what if rhea and daemon did have a child together'. in some verses, daemon knows about his son but doesn't know how to properly connect with a child that came from someone he hates and in other verses he never knows until rhea dies. baelon ends up in the care of viserys and alicent. he ends up becoming one eye instead of aemond and he has love interests in aegon, aemond, helaena. in the main verse he ends up married to a baratheon girl but sometimes he ends up married to helaena. in total he ends up having eight children. five with his baratheon wife and three with helaena.

diana royce-targaryen - she's the daughter of rhea royce and daemon targaryen. (you can find her intro post HERE)

cerise lannister - she's aegon ii's wife in this verse. she's the younger sister of tyland and jason lannister. she has a stern personality. she hates cheaters and gamblers. she has a bit of a manipulative streak and likes to egg people on because she thinks it's fun to see them angry. she has her own lion named, leopold.

vivian tyrell - the rose of highgarden, she ends up as daeron's wife in this verse. she's a lovely girl with an eye for flowers but she's also very skilled in the art of fighting and dislikes it when men other than her husband try to touch her. she's well versed in the art of poison.

eloise baratheon - she's the youngest baratheon sister, a very naive and innocent girl who has never actually seen the outside world because of her isolation at the hand of her father and sisters. she's the spitting image of her deceased mother, causing an obsession over her to form between her father and her sisters. eloise goes on to become aemond's wife after he becomes obsessed with her sweetness.

daella targaryen + daella iii targaryen - daella i targaryen was aegon, visenya, and rhaenys' youngest sister and ended up being aegon's thrid wife due to the obsession her older siblings held over her. she had four children with aegon who's fates remain unknown. daella herself dies in dragonstone, just a year before visenya.

daella iii targaryen is the fourth targaryen child, and alicent's second daughter. the soul of daella i entered her body after she was born a stillborn and that almost death in the eyes of the public caused alicent to develop paranoia and a deep obsession and possession over her youngest daughter. daella iii lives out her life under the obsession of her family while trying to navigate her surroundings.

ysilla martell - a princess of dorne that was fostered by king jaehaerys, she ends up married to baelon and has two children with him. ysilla is very standoffish, she uses jokes to hide how awkward she is when it comes to affection, she doesn't show her love very easily because she doesn't really know how so she just showers her loved ones in her wealth.

Daelaenys Targaryen - she's my immortal targaryen oc. daelaenys' mother was a skilled witch who was skilled in black magic. she performed a ritual that gave her daughter immortality at the cost of her own life. so daelaenys can't die, at all. trust her, she's tried everything and she's still living. she's daenys the dreamers great-great grandmother and now lives in seclusion after being kidnapped by visenya and then escaping. she lives in godswood. those who seek her out will never be able to find her. she's very cold and disgruntled. mushroom gave her the nickname of undying blizzard because of her white hair, colder than ice nature and her immortality.

Lisenya Targaryen/Little Dove: lisenya is the daughter of rhaenyra and ser criston cole. depending on the au, she either grows up as rhaenyra and laenor's child or she grows up and alicent or viserys' child.

in the latter au, alicent steals lisenya from her crib after she feels a deep connection with the child and lisenya grows up being loved and adored by the green. lisenya is a dragon dreamer but different than helaena, rather than dream about general events, lisenya only dreams about her future and can only remember it long enough to paint it and then she forgets it.

#answered #nico's oc #HOPE THAT HELPED <3

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dreamtydraw · 2 months

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childhood

Today i finaly found a brand of watercolor that os actually saturated ! Ofc my first test subject were them.

#doodle #my art #ilustration #watercolor #olba #our life beginnings & always #olba cove #cove holden #olba mc #my oc #cerise fourth #colorful art

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everafterhighbrackets · 1 year

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ever after high character bracket - final results !

[id: a 32 contestant tournament bracket. the pairings are as follows:

left side: apple white versus raven queen, briar beauty versus ashlynn ella, madeline hatter versus kitty cheshire, duchess swan versus lizzie hearts, cerise hood versus cedar wood, ramona badwolf versus justine dancer, c.a. cupid versus blondie lockes, and holly o'hair versus poppy o'hair.

right side: daring charming versus hopper croakington ii, dexter charming versus hunter huntsman, darling charming versus rosabella beauty, ginger breadhouse versus melody piper, faybelle thorn versus bunny blanc, farrah goodfairy versus meeshell mermaid, alistair wonderland versus sparrow hood, and chase redford versus humphrey dumpty.

in the second round of matchups, the pairings are as follows: left side: raven versus briar, madeline versus lizzie, cerise versus ramona, and cupid versus poppy. right side: daring versus dexter, darling versus ginger, faybelle versus farrah, and alistair versus chase.

in the third round of matchups, the pairings are as follows: left side: raven versus madeline and cerise versus cupid. right side: dexter versus darling and faybelle versus alistair.

in the fourth round of matchups, the pairings are madeline versus cerise on the left side and darling versus faybelle on the right.

two boxes connected to each side are in the middle, one on top of the other. in the top box is darling and in the bottom box is madeline. a bigger image of madeline is at the bottom of the image. there is text below her that reads "winner - madeline hatter!" /end id]

hello everyone !! someone requested an updated version of the bracket so here it is :]] !!

note - if you noticed, the art style on the art for ramona, hopper, sparrow, and humphrey look different. that's because they're from another artist </3 the fandom wiki added those images without adding credit and i'm sorry for using them :[ i will be more careful with the images i use when i host more brackets !

#ever after high bracket #tried adding the id in alt text but it would Not work so </3

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calebs-hangout-corner · 1 year

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What eah books do you recommend? I've seen there's a lot of them but I'm unsure where to start reading! I've only seen the show

Can do! There are, as far as I'm aware, three lines of eah books you can read from! And I am going to give a short introduction to each one.

We have the main line books by Shannon Hale, the School Stories by Suzanne Selfor and the Once Upon A Twist series by Lisa Shae and Perdita Finn

The main line starts with "Once Upon a Time", a collection of stories of different people from Ever After on what they did the day before Legacy Year began (if I remember that right). You don't HAVE to read this one beforehand to understand the rest of the books, but it's still fun. It's not the real first book of the series, it's more of a sort of bonus book, but good if you want to break into the books and start getting a feel for them before diving into the actual story!

Then comes "The Storybook of Legends", the official first book in the series. It establishes a lot about how the book versions of the characters tick and sets up a lot of important stuff you need to know going forward. And it is GREAT. Shannon Hale absolutely knows how to write these characters, especially Apple and Maddie. They are so fantastic here. The next is "The Unfairest Of Them All" and after that "A Wonderlandiful World", both of which up the stakes from the last book by a lot and are just a delight to read! They're both more focused on our resident Hatter, Maddie, and I don't even want to spoil too much because it's just so good. I'd say A Wonderlandiful World and The Unfairest Of Them All are by far the best books, from the story to the writing they're just great.

But just because they're the best doesn't mean they're my favorite, that honor goes to the sort of fourth book, "Ever After High meets Monster High: The Legend of Shadow High", in which Raven, Apple and Maddie team up with Frankie and Draculaura to stop the Evil Queen from literally destroying the world. Brooke narrates this one, and she's great at it! This book is one of the main reasons I fell in love with her character!

The School Stories are more compact, but definitely worth a read if you want to know more about the characters that may have appeared just briefly in the mainline books, if at all. There's no real order you have to read them in so you can start whereever! They're more slice of life type stories, with much lower stakes than the main line, but still cozy and fun. My favorite here is "A Fairy Tail Ending" and "Kiss and Spell", but I heard "Next Top Villain" is among most people's favorites!

Then last but not least we have Once Upon A Twist, in which the students of Ever After High have to take their midterm hexams. Which means they have to go into their stories and live it by the book. Only, Faybelle allowed herself a prank and switched all the hexams! Now everyone is in the wrong story and the wrong role. Cupid, Maddie and Hopper are in Cinderella, Cerise and Dex are in Beauty and the Beast, and so on. Unfortunately, two of these books were never released due to the lawsuit I'm guessing, so sadly "The Kitty Mermaid" and "Duchess Lets Down Her Hair" will never see the light of day. My favorite here is "When The Clock Strikes Cupid" by a long shot. It's also the first in this series! Cupid is stuck in Cinderella's shoes, but instead of moping about her situation she sees it as a fun vacation from making people fall in love! She is also trying to reform her evil stepfamily with love and pancakes! And with her Fairy Godmaddie what can go wrong?

#ever after high #eah #burtle screms

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So with recent interest in “The Ramona Theory” I decided to create a new post compiling of information to the existence of infamous “Ramona Theory” I created years back. 1) just to have 1 post instead of many 2) so new readers that have an interest doesn’t have to go digging.

Below is a recent post I made to r/fantheories, hence why I even added as much context to the theory so that even people that haven’t seen EAH could sort of follow.

This theory pertains to two characters in the series.

Just for some establishments for those that don’t know. Here is a quick rundown.

Cerise Hood- She is the daughter of Little Red Riding Hood and The Big Bad Wolf. Because of whom both of her parents are she was forced to hide her secret, not only to protect her mom and dad but also herself. She is raised up to be the next “Little Red Riding Hood” following her mom’s story, but there have been some strong hints that she is actually the next “Big Bad Wolf” \[See. Ever After High book 3: Wonderlandiful World.\] Is written to be an only child. Carries a family photo in a locket of her, her mom, and her dad.

Ramona Badwolf - at a close mid-point of the series there seemed to be some kind of “rebranding” to the Ever After High franchise and with a retool there comes new characters. Ramona is brought in as Cerise’s sister. The real-world reason for this is unclear, but I suspect that with the rebranding Mattel decided that they wanted a “Badwolf” doll and since Cerise was still a well-known character in the franchise, they just decided to create a new character – Only child be damned. Contradictions happen because of this character’s inclusions. We have seen moments of post-Ramona where when talking about Cerise’s family directly, she is never brought up.

Way to Wonderland “Reboot Wave” - In the franchise there is a book called the “Storybook of Legends.” This is where students will sign their names and Pledge to follow the stories of their ancestors. At the end of “Way Too Wonderland” the storybook of Legends is destroyed, and the pages are then sent the hearts of the students, assumingly given students their own choice of future. This is also synonymous with the “rebranding” of the franchise.

The World of Ever After High - The Story of the World is fickle. Meaning that the narration of the story can change at a whim, ether by the strong emotion of a girl ripping apart of the fourth wall to as little as a young girl wanting her ship to happen. Three best moments are: 1) \[Bunny + Alistair 4 Ever After\] where a young narrator tries to set up the perfect date by changing the flow, either by resetting time or causing all sorts of weather changes 2.) \[Wonderlandiful World\] Madeline Hatter, daughter of the Mad Hatter, got so angry at the Jabberwocky that she ripped apart of the forth wall and caused “Readers” from the real world to reach in and seal the Jabberwocky in another world 3.) \[Legend of Shadow High\] a Dark Narrator named “Ms. Direction” reformatted the book and took away free will from characters, turning the book into a “Choose your own adventure” style for the readers to save the day.

It shows that the world of ever after high is subject to change to manipulation. Not because of weakness, as characters in this world can’t really make change, but because that at these times, emotion are simply stronger…. it’s a mind game if you will

Cerise and the Beast - In a mini-series called “Once upon a Twist” (that was unfortunately cancelled) the third story takes place with two characters, one of them being Cerise, and inserted into the story of “Beauty and the Beast.”

Before we begin, let’s look at Ramona and the meaning of her name, and from what I have found I have seen: “Wise Protector,” “Protecting hands,” “One who protects.”

Now, let’s look at the character Cerise Hood. She, like many others did not grow up under normal circumstances. In fact, we could see that amongst them, she probably had one of the worst

Burden by her family secret, there wasn’t a way she really could live out normal childhood. Just her secret alone meant that she couldn’t get close to other children at the risk of revealing her secret. This means that she probably didn’t have a true friend until she confided to Raven Queen in High School.

So, for what we assume her entire life, a piece of her mind has hammered into her that she is a type of “freak” and that according to her heritage, she shouldn’t exist; and that no one needs to know that “she” exists.

Now, let’s look at this from another perspective. Let’s take this person, who has lived this life for about 15 years with this lifestyle and hit it with a shock that could and will shatter the world she thought was her status quo.

So, no we need to look at the event of \[Wonderlandiful World\]. Where the Jabberwocky was changing Ever After High into a new Wonderland. Causing students to turn into their “namesakes” both literally and figuratively.

This is where we first get our first hint that Daring Charming, the son of the Charming Family, is actually “The Beast” instead of “Snow White’s Prince Charming” as was to be expected. We see him turn into a beast (animal/monkey) and referred to as a “little beasty.”

So, the question to ask would be “What did “Cerise Hood, the Daughter of The little red riding hood, turn into?,” well, if we go by her literal namesake, she would turn into either a literally red hood because of her name or that she would turn into a picnic basket as it would relate to her destiny. What happens to her?

She turns in a dog. What does that mean? The girl who was raised to be the next “Little Red Riding Hood” but in truth is actually the next “Big Bad Wolf.” Meaning that Cerise was raised as one thing but is completely something else.

Is this new to Ever After high? No. We have already two different examples of this. The Charming Siblings has this case bad because of the very unstable culture that is regarding the family name; Daring himself as mentioned before was raised as “Snow White’s charming” but is now “Beauty’s Beast.” To a lesser extreme, the O’Hair twins, the daughters of Rapunzel, also had to deal with this, with Poppy being revealed to be the next Rapunzel instead of her sister, Holly, who wanted the story

So, at this point, we know that Cerise hood, who was raised as “Little Red Riding Hood” and the fact that she was (unintentionally) hammered with the thought that being born of bestiality is “not normal,” turns out to be the wolf. Whoops.

Now let’s talk about Way to Wonderland at the “reboot wave,” as I like to call it.

As mentioned, at the end of this special, Raven herself destroyed the “Story Book of Legends” and in doing so causes the pages themselves to become one with their chosen. As for what kind of damage that could lead up, well that’s a story for another time.

Then, canonically, Ramona Badwolf appears; and with her existence we can see the narrative of Cerise Hood start to fall apart.

Do you see the connection? How Ramona only gets brought in when “Pages of Destiny” is put int the hearts of characters.

Let’s look at the narrative once more.

· This story of Cerise Hood is that she was raised as “The Little Red Riding Hood” when her actual story is “The Big Bad Wolf”

· Growing up a piece of her was hammered in that that piece of her was to be kept a secret, because she is created from a love that should not have existed – that in the world that she lives in, sees as a mistake.

· Though she loves her family, a piece of her was hammered into her to “reject” what she truly is; not because it was what she thought was right, but a piece of her thought it was wrong.

Then comes the shock, a real page opener if you will. As the truth is thrust upon her \[Way too wonderland\]. In this one instant, her entire outlook on the world would be ruined – everything she thought would have destroyed her as it all was re-written in an instant. Everything would be broken in an instant…unless her own mind protected her.

This is where Ramona comes in.

Her world in danger of falling apart, Cerise’s story in jeopardy; a part of her created something. To protect her “narrative” a piece of Cerise created something to protect her, to protect the idea that everything is, and always is the same. It’s rushed, messy, and convoluted, but if it protects the young girl, it will until she is ready.

In later stories “The Secret Diary of Raven Queen” and “Cerise and the Beast” contradicts the inclusion of Ramona.

· In “The Secret Diary of Raven Queen” - Raven Stays with Cerise Hood at her house, Ramona is mentioned once by name and was never referred to again. Also, a story segment from the story “The Unfairest of them all” was referenced, that was a story that was heavily focused on Cerise’s family and the village she lived in, this was also a story that was written prior to Ramona’s existence back when Cerise was an only child.

· In “Cerise and the Beast” – Cerise reveals her secret to another character, Dexter Charming (aka worst character,) and even shows him her locket that has the family portrait of her, her mom and dad. No mention of Ramona or even referring to families outside of the three of them.

I believe that in her mind, Cerise’s narrative created a coping mechanism, thrusted upon her world to protect her from a mental break.

An emotion so strong to protect her, it reflects on the fairy tale world and leaves a metaphysical effect on the world around her trying as the narrative tries to keep it intact.

Ramona Badwolf is that coping mechanism. I believe that she is a “tulpa,” something imaginary given a corporal form. She has her own needs and desires, but her existence is dependent on Cerise’s mindset and narrative. In “Cerise and the Beast,” Cerise was completely removed from her own story and placed in the book of “Beauty and the Beast” and since that was a narrative independently removed from Cerise, Ramona simply ceased to exist temporarily as the two characters (both Cerise and Dexter) both forgotten she existed.

Ramona I believe is Cerise’s mind trying to push away her reality. But when the time comes and Cerise accepts herself, she’s no longer need her “imaginary sister” and Ramona will simple cease to exist.

Let’s look at Ramona’s name again; “The Wise protector.” We know that “With Wisdom comes with age.” In Ever After High, to accept your destiny means you have “come of age.” Meaning, that until Cerise comes of age, Ramona will protect her fickle mindset. Ramona will be there, until her story is complete, until Cerise accepts her reality.

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