poisoned comb

OK, but in the Brothers Grim version of the story, the queen tries to kill Snow White by tying her corset too tight (while she’s with the dwarves), then when that fails, she brushes her hair with a poisoned comb, which also fails, so she gets the poisoned apple. In Winter, when she and Scarlet are escaping, Winter hallucinates that she is being choked by her seatbelt in the hover, and after that, she dreams Levana is brushing her hair with a poisoned comb.

Witches & Fairy Tales

Written for: Jen’s SPN Birthday Challenge @supernatural-jackles

Relationship: Dean x Reader

Prompt: “Why isn’t it working? Come on!”

Words: 2343

Warnings: Angst, Language

A/N: I had fun with this one and I hope you like it! All images were found from google. Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Summary: People dying by way of fairy tale leads the Winchesters and Y/N to a Renaissance Faire, where Y/N’s past may have finally caught up with her.

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  You sat at the small table going over the victim’s files while Sam and Dean were finishing up at the morgue. As much as you hated it everything seemed to point in the direction of a witch, a witch with an obsession with fairy tales. Each victim had died in ways that seemed to come right out of a Grimm story. The more obvious ones like Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Red Riding Hood, and even the Pied Piper. Hunts with witches always sat you on edge because of your childhood. Thankfully before you could recount too many old memories the boys returned.

   “Did you guys find any connection between the victims?” you asked closing the folder reaching for the food Dean had picked up for you. “I can’t seem to find one and it’s driving me nuts.”

   “Well that’ll be a short drive,” Dean chuckles stealing a fry from your box as you stick your tongue out at him. “But based on the statements and the family members we talked to we did find a connection. Could be nothing but we’re going to head out and check.”

    “Well, what is it?”

    Sam sat a paper down in front of you that looked like old parchment, “According to what we learned today everyone visited the faire in the days before their death. So we can check it out and maybe get an idea.”

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I am a big fan of the movie/mini series the tenth kingdom o_o Especially wolf. Wolf’s my favorite <3 But this isn’t about wolf. This is about snow white, whom gave the best speech in the movie  

And for those of you who doesn’t know, in the original snow white story, the step mother actually came three times in different old ladies forms. Once with a corset that would suffocate her, once with a poisoned comb, and lastly with the apple. (Both the comb and the apple are in the tenth kingdom, but I think they skipped the corset, except for a fast mention in snow white’s story.)

Now go watch the movie if you haven’t! It’s just 7 hours long!

Character Traits: Shoniin

Fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. Repost & tag away!

Tagged by: @deviant-oreo (You goof.)

Tagging: Uhhhhh….anyone who has an alt that didn’t do this for their alt! I don’t know. Do it if you wanna.

⭐ EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

Lonesome - Calm - Controlling - Proud

⭐ GREETINGS:

Polite - Well-spoken - Welcoming

⭐ COLORS:

Crimson - Night - Ice - Violet - Silver

⭐ SCENTS:

Spices - Herbs - Metal - Blood - Smoke

⭐ CLOTHING:

Layers - Furs - Leathers - Linens - Piercings

⭐ OBJECTS:

Crystals - Salves - Poisons - Tattooing combs - Ritual knives

⭐ VICES & BAD HABITS:

Fogweed - Narcotics - Forgets to eat - Sleeps FAR too little

⭐ BODY LANGUAGE:

Observant eyes - Relaxed - Prowling - Confident

⭐ AESTHETIC:

Night Sky - Shadows - Natural Magic - Cage

⭐ SONGS:

Nine Inch Nails - Right Where It Belongs

How To Destroy Angels - The Space In Between

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

by Anne Sexton

No matter what life you lead
the virgin is a lovely number:
cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,
arms and legs made of Limoges,
lips like Vin Du Rhône,
rolling her china-blue doll eyes
open and shut.
Open to say,
Good Day Mama,
and shut for the thrust
of the unicorn.
She is unsoiled.
She is as white as a bonefish.

Once there was a lovely virgin
called Snow White.
Say she was thirteen.
Her stepmother,
a beauty in her own right,
though eaten, of course, by age,
would hear of no beauty surpassing her own.
Beauty is a simple passion,
but, oh my friends, in the end
you will dance the fire dance in iron shoes.
The stepmother had a mirror to which she referred–
something like the weather forecast–
a mirror that proclaimed
the one beauty of the land.
She would ask,
Looking glass upon the wall,
who is fairest of us all?
And the mirror would reply,
You are the fairest of us all.
Pride pumped in her like poison.

Suddenly one day the mirror replied,
Queen, you are full fair, ‘tis true,
but Snow White is fairer than you.
Until that moment Snow White
had been no more important
than a dust mouse under the bed.
But now the queen saw brown spots on her hand
and four whiskers over her lip
so she condemned Snow White
to be hacked to death.
Bring me her heart, she said to the hunter,
and I will salt it and eat it.
The hunter, however, let his prisoner go
and brought a boar’s heart back to the castle.
The queen chewed it up like a cube steak.
Now I am fairest, she said,
lapping her slim white fingers.

Snow White walked in the wildwood
for weeks and weeks.
At each turn there were twenty doorways
and at each stood a hungry wolf,
his tongue lolling out like a worm.
The birds called out lewdly,
talking like pink parrots,
and the snakes hung down in loops,
each a noose for her sweet white neck.
On the seventh week
she came to the seventh mountain
and there she found the dwarf house.
It was as droll as a honeymoon cottage
and completely equipped with
seven beds, seven chairs, seven forks
and seven chamber pots.
Snow White ate seven chicken livers
and lay down, at last, to sleep.

The dwarfs, those little hot dogs,
walked three times around Snow White,
the sleeping virgin. They were wise
and wattled like small czars.
Yes. It’s a good omen,
they said, and will bring us luck.
They stood on tiptoes to watch
Snow White wake up. She told them
about the mirror and the killer-queen
and they asked her to stay and keep house.
Beware of your stepmother,
they said.
Soon she will know you are here.
While we are away in the mines
during the day, you must not
open the door.

Looking glass upon the wall…
The mirror told
and so the queen dressed herself in rags
and went out like a peddler to trap Snow White.
She went across seven mountains.
She came to the dwarf house
and Snow White opened the door
and bought a bit of lacing.
The queen fastened it tightly
around her bodice,
as tight as an Ace bandage,
so tight that Snow White swooned.
She lay on the floor, a plucked daisy.
When the dwarfs came home they undid the lace
and she revived miraculously.
She was as full of life as soda pop.
Beware of your stepmother,
they said.
She will try once more.

Looking glass upon the wall…
Once more the mirror told
and once more the queen dressed in rags
and once more Snow White opened the door.
This time she bought a poison comb,
a curved eight-inch scorpion,
and put it in her hair and swooned again.
The dwarfs returned and took out the comb
and she revived miraculously.
She opened her eyes as wide as Orphan Annie.
Beware, beware, they said,
but the mirror told,
the queen came,
Snow White, the dumb bunny,
opened the door
and she bit into a poison apple
and fell down for the final time.
When the dwarfs returned
they undid her bodice,
they looked for a comb,
but it did no good.
Though they washed her with wine
and rubbed her with butter
it was to no avail.
She lay as still as a gold piece.

The seven dwarfs could not bring themselves
to bury her in the black ground
so they made a glass coffin
and set it upon the seventh mountain
so that all who passed by
could peek in upon her beauty.
A prince came one June day
and would not budge.
He stayed so long his hair turned green
and still he would not leave.
The dwarfs took pity upon him
and gave him the glass Snow White–
its doll’s eyes shut forever–
to keep in his far-off castle.
As the prince’s men carried the coffin
they stumbled and dropped it
and the chunk of apple flew out
of her throat and she woke up miraculously.

And thus Snow White became the prince’s bride.
The wicked queen was invited to the wedding feast
and when she arrived there were
red-hot iron shoes,
in the manner of red-hot roller skates,
clamped upon her feet.
First your toes will smoke
and then your heels will turn black
and you will fry upward like a frog,
she was told.
And so she danced until she was dead,
a subterranean figure,
her tongue flicking in and out
like a gas jet.
Meanwhile Snow White held court,
rolling her china-blue doll eyes open and shut
and sometimes referring to her mirror
as women do.

The original Snow White is the one who was nearly choked with a corset and poisoned with a comb and an apple (Apple’s grandmother). The Grimm Brothers later decided that being tortured in three different ways is too cruel so they cut it down to only being poisoned by the apple. Snow White (Apple’s mother) was so relieved by this that she named her daughter Apple as a way to celebrate.

Developments - August 8, 2015

More good news for The Sisters Grimmoire!

I just finished the very last spell for the main portion of the book this evening, leaving us with 71 (good heavens that’s a lot), count ‘em, SEVENTY-ONE original spells and charms for our first volume.

Did I say “first volume”?

Why yes. Yes I did. Because we’re already planning the sequel, you see. So many other fairy tales, so little time…

But first things first. We’ve got to get this baby compiled, formatted, and published, and we’re still hoping to be able to do it by Labor Day. It’s going to take a bit of ass-hauling to accomplish, but the bulk of the work is done now. From here, it’s just editing.

So…further updates as events warrant!

Here’s a little something to tide you over:

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