the story of little red riding hood

Some fractured fairy tale ideas...

- Cinderella went to the ball to kill the prince.

- “All hail Alice, the Queen of Hearts.”

- Rapunzel is the witch’s illegitimate daughter, and she is being kept safe from a king who would have her killed on sight.

- The Little Match Girl is a now phantom luring people to their deaths.

- Little Red Riding Hood is a werewolf.

- “So… You’re the Pied Piper, eh? I thought you’d be taller.”

- Princess Snow White and the evil Snow Queen? One and the same.

- “If you value your life, my life, the lives of everyone in this city… you won’t wake the sleeping princess.”

- The land of the Twelve Dancing Princesses is falling apart at the seams, and the rest of reality with it.

- A witch who made some bad decisions in her youth is forced to adopt and raise a child.

- After Jack the Giant Killer ruthlessly murdered their king and threw their world into turmoil and war, the inhabitants of the Sky Kingdom must rebuild their lives.

- “What… what is it?”
“A firebird – the last of her kind.”

The Little Girl with False Red Eyes

In the hustle and bustle of the local village the Little Girl did not have red eyes. The red tinted glasses her grandmother had gifted her did not fool the people of the village in the daylight, but this was okay, as it was not their purpose to fool the people of the village in the daylight.

The Little Girl who did not have red eyes would go to the bakery and buy a loaf of bread. The Little Girl who did not have red eyes would go to the butcher and buy a piece of meat. The Little Girl who did not have red eyes would tap her stick on the ground to see her way in and out of every stall at the marketplace, for the Little Girl who did not have red eyes, in fact, had no eyes at all.

In the dark tree tunnels of the forest the Little Girl had red eyes. The red tinted glasses her grandmother had gifted her did indeed fool the animals of the forest in the shadows of the foliage, this was fortunate, as it was their purpose to fool the animals of the forest in the shadows of the foliage.

The Little Girl who had red eyes would stumble across the bridge under which the Great Troll lived. The Little Girl who had red eyes would trip past the old oak in which the Elder Owl sat. The Little Girl who had red eyes would cautiously crawl atop the log through which the Dread Serpent slept. The Little Girl who had red eyes would pass each dangerous beast with ease through the twists of the forest path, for the Little Girl who had red eyes, in fact, had the eyes of the Red Eyed Wolf.

Of all the terrifying beasts in the forest, none were as feared as the Red Eyed Wolf, and it was the Red Eyed Wolf who was not fooled by the Little Girl with false red eyes. She saw the trickery for what it was and watched as she passed beast after beast without fear, and so the Red Eyed Wolf stood in the path of the Little Girl.

“Please allow me passage,” pleaded the Little Girl with false red eyes. “I do not walk your woods with arrogance Ms Wolf, I simply must deliver this food to my grandmother, she is old and frail you see.”

“There are safer paths around the woods child,” said the Red Eyed Wolf. “Why do you take the one known to be perilous, the one that causes you to trip and fall so?”

“The path around is too long,” said the Little Girl. “I am small and blind and cannot travel quickly, my grandmother’s food will spoil.”

“On the long path you risk spoiled food, on the short path you risk your life. I would consider your choice foolish.” The Red Eyed Wolf said after a moment of thought.

“Perhaps it is foolish Ms Wolf, but still I do it.” said the Little Girl. “I love my grandmother so and I will do you any favour you wish to have safe passage through your woods. I am not strong and I am not wise, I cannot even see, but any favour you ask of me, I will do it.”

The Red Eyed Wolf thought of the generous offer, for indeed it was generous. The Little Girl put a lot at risk for the sake of another and was willing to put herself in dept to a beast so as to continue her perilous task, and relied upon only a false pair of red eyes to protect her from all the other beasts that she passed on her journey.

The Red Eyed Wolf had watched and waited for the Great Troll to realised the trickery and leap at the Little Girl from under his bridge, but he never did. The Red Eyed Wolf had waited for the Elder Owl to grow wise to the illusion and snatch up the Little Girl in her sharp talons, but she never did. The Red Eyed Wolf had waited for the Dread Serpent to wake to the lie and gobble the Little Girl up in their large mouth, but they never did.

The Red Eyed Wolf realised that the Little Girl had most likely imagined each scenario herself, perhaps with even greater fear as she could not even see the great creatures of the forest that stories told of. The Little Girl with false red eyes was a creature of great generosity, the Red Eyed Wolf had decided, and great generosity was an invaluable treasure.

“Child, I will grant you the passage you seek,” decided the Red Eyed Wolf. “I will meet you at the forest mouth and guide you along your path that you may travel without fear of falling. I will ask one favour of you for each journey, if the favour is not paid by the journey’s end I will eat you.”

The Little Girl smiled. “I will grant you each favour without fail, I promise this.”

Each day the Little Girl with false red eyes would enter the woods, and each day the Red Eyed Wolf would guide her, a little hand nestled among soft fur as the Red Eyed Wolf warned of gnarled roots along the ground or large stones that laid in the path. As usual neither Troll nor Owl nor even Serpent bothered them on their journey, and it was as they crossed the bridge that the Red Eyed Wolf made her first request.

“Child I request you tell me, what does the Great Troll smell of?”

“The Great Troll smells of the pond Ms Wolf, of stagnant water and mossy stone.”

The Red Eyed Wolf was pleased by this. The second request of the Red Eyed Wolf on the second journey through the woods was asked as they passed the old oak.

“Child I request you tell me, what does the Elder Owl smell of?”

“The Elder Owl smells of the trees Ms Wolf, of woody bark and sweet sap.”

The Red Eyed Wolf was pleased by this. The third request of the Red Eyed Wolf on the third journey through the woods was asked as they walked along the Dread Serpent’s log.

“Child I request you tell me, what does the Dread Serpent smell of?”

“The Dread Serpent smells of the ground Ms Wolf, of long grass and fallen leaves.

The Red Eyed Wolf was pleased by this. The Red Eyed Wolf asked many more questions of the Little Girl, she asked the smell of the flowers along the end of the path, the smell of the rain on stormy days, the smell of the fungi that grew on the trees in the darkest parts of the woods.

The Little Girl with false red eyes answered every question, some with difficulty as she did not have the words, others with ease as the words came naturally off her tongue, without fail she would answer them all until she had described the scent of everything there was to smell in the woods. The Red Eyed Wolf was very impressed.

"You have the nose of a wolf.” she told her.

One day the Little Girl with the Wolf’s Nose had almost reached the end of the woods when she realised the Red Eyed Wolf had not made a single request that day, fearing some sort of trickery, the Little Girl told the Red Eyed Wolf of the smell of her home, of the smoke from the hearth and the flowers that sat outside the front window. The Red Eyed Wolf said nothing, so the Little Girl continued, describing the scents of the marketplace, she described the smells of the fresh meat and the warm bread, of the vegetables and fruits and even the people.

The end of the path was nearing and the Little Girl with the Wolf’s Nose did not stop. She described the smell of garlic on her fingers after cooking dinner and how it lingered no matter how much she scrubbed. She described the smell of her grandmother when she hugged her goodbye, the scent of barley sugar on her breath. The Little Girl talked of the scents of her past and the scents of the present and the scents she hoped to encounter in the future until she felt the sunlight on her skin and stopped, she had reached the end of the woods, and still the Red Eyed Wolf had said nothing.

“Why have you not made a request this journey? Do you intend to eat me after all?” the Little Girl with the Wolf’s Nose asked.

“I will not eat you this day,” said the Red Eyed Wolf. “Nor will I eat you any day to come, you have given me a great gift child, you have taken me on a journey through your home and your village. You have shared your life with me and shown me things I could never have imagined within and without my home in the woods.

"The truth is child I have only once left these woods and during that time I encountered a man who wished to take my fur. I escaped his trap with my life and with scars along my snout. I can hardly smell even the strongest of scents since that day, a world without smell to a wolf might as well be a world without sight to a human.”

The Little Girl understood.

The Red Eyed Wolf made no more requests of the Little Girl with the Wolf’s Nose, she had no need to as the Little Girl freely became the nose of her friend, sharing every scent she encountered with her companion who responded in kind, freely becoming the true red eyes of the Little Girl who had none.

At the mouth of the woods Sightless Girl leapt upon Scentless Wolf and two became one, one who traveled with ease and grace, one who knew the forest in every way it could be known, one who could touch and taste and hear and see and smell.

And where the path ended, so did they, once again becoming Sightless Girl and Scentless Wolf, but neither were sad at the departure.

Both Girl and Wolf had many many days to live, and they would join one another at the mouth of the woods for each and every one of them.

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I drew a picture once of a blind Little Red Riding Hood with the Wolf as her guide dog so I felt like writing a story to go with it

So here’s a thing

No one seems to ever talk about my favorite part of the Beauty and the Beast story, so in light of the disney remake coming out and everything, I’d like to take this moment to tell you guys something awesome. Bear with me for a moment.

First of all, as far as I can tell, Beauty and the Beast is the only mainstream Western fairy tale that was written ABOUT a woman, FOR women, BY women. 

If you list whatever fairy tales you can think of off the top of your head, about half of them–Rapunzel, Snow White, Little Red Riding Hood–were probably traditional oral folk tales, typically told by women to other women or children while they were all spinning and doing other work. 

However, these tales were then collected, rewritten, anthologized, and popularized by men like the Grimm brothers and Charles Perrault. 

The other half–The Snow Queen, The Little Mermaid–were made up in the style of these folk tales by modern (male) authors, most notably Hans Christian Anderson.

But not Beauty and the Beast

Setting aside its roots in the Greek myth of Eros and Psyche and its familial resemblance to East of the Sun and West of the Moon, Beauty and the Beast as we know it (prince cursed to be a beast, a rose, magic castle, a merchant’s daughter) was written by the French novelist Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve as a novella length story published in her book La Jeune Américaine et les Contes Marins in 1740. A considerably shortened version written by another woman, Jeanne-Marie Leprince de Beaumont, appeared in a French girls’ magazine sixteen years later, and that’s essentially the version we all know today. In both versions, Beauty is undoubtedly the main character. 

But let’s talk about the de Villeneuve version for a moment, because it’s pretty interesting. 

(First of all, I really recommend finding a translation and reading it yourself, because it’s a riot: the story you know only takes up about half of the novel; there’s this whole subplot where every night Beauty has these dreams of a beautiful prince, and they talk a lot, and it’s kind of implied that they might be getting up to some dream-world hanky panky, but it’s the 1700s so no one’s saying it outright. And she’s falling in love with him, and he with her. Except he’s constantly telling her “You know, I know you like me and everything, but have you considered the Beast’s offer of marriage?” And Beauty, understandably, is like, wtf. And then after the prince turns back into a prince, his snooty mother turns up out of nowhere and tries to break them up? Idk, it’s weird. Anyway….)

So in the original version, Beauty is at the castle living with the Beast. And every night he asks her to be his bride, making it explicitly clear that her answer is totally allowed to be “no.” And every night, she says no, and he doesn’t push her further. 

The interesting bit is although most translations put the Beast’s question as “will you marry me?,” the original version is closer to “will you sleep with me?” And it’s made clear once the curse is broken that only a willing–and not coerced–“yes” on Beauty’s part would break the curse. 

tl;dr: That’s right, ladies and gentlemen and otherwise inclined. Beauty and the Beast is a 1700s-era feminist parable about the magical power of women’s consent. 

*mic drop*

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It’s been awhile, here’s Little Red Riding Hood in space! 

The story stars Little Red who is trying to drop off a package to a researcher, which happens to be her grandmother. She’s followed by a wolf that can hide in the shadows. That’s it really haha. Wish you all a great Halloween weekend!~

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Tal Peleg is a visual and makeup artist from Israel. Peleg specializes in the dramatic — her work showcases intricate and ornate scenes and stories on a miniature scale.

Being Remus Lupin's Little Sister Would Include...

- You were just a kid when Remus was bitten

- so young, you couldn’t remember it being any other way

- Remus used to read you fairytales when you were growing up

- Snow White, Cinderella, The Little Mermaid…

- Your least favourite was Little Red Riding Hood.

- The wolf had such a bad reputation. Where was his side of the story?

- And your favourite was Beauty and the Beast.

- ((even those who some see as monsters can have a happily ever after))

- That was all you wanted for your big brother

- For him to be happy

- you always wanted to be an Animagus

- Remus didn’t let you

- ((obviously))

- You got along well with his friends

- Perhaps a little too well for his liking.

- “Morning, love-” “Stop that.”

- “ Stop what, Moony? I’m not doing anything wrong.”

- “You know very well what you’re doing. Stop it.”

- You were incredibly proud of him when he became a prefect.

- Also a little jealous.

- there goes your perfect brother, with his stupid perfect grades, and his stupid awesome friends, and his stupid good reputation-

- But you were mostly happy for him

- Your sixth year rolls around, and you get your first boyfriend.

- Remus is not happy.

- He threatens the poor boy with months of pranks and slime in his hair

- eventually he quiets and looks in his eyes.

- in a quiet voice, he spoke.

- “Don’t hurt her. Please, just- make her happy. For now, that’s your job.”

-“You need to make sure she’s smiling, and sing her favourite song, learn all the words. Bring her her favourite flowers.”

-“they’re peonies.”

- “And if you can’t do that, you don’t deserve my sister.”

- You had overheard.

- You smiled softly as you heard your brother walk away.

- Then comes the breakup.

- You had immediately rushed to find Remus when he had told you he didn’t feel like their relationship was progressing, that he felt like they were moving backwards

- he held you as you cried into his shoulder

- he softly patted your hair and whispered into your ear.

- “Y/N- You- he didn’t deserve you.”

-because Remus had been right all those months ago.

- he hadn’t learned all the words to your favourite song

- he claimed he was an awful singer, but the wasn’t the point

- he had bought you red roses on your one month anniversary

- dark, mysterious, quite lovely, really.

- but not the bright peonies that you loved

- not the flower that you had pointed out to Remus when you were just little

- The red roses weren’t the peonies that Remus had used to fill your childhood bedroom

- peonies in vases all across the room.

- “Someday, you’ll find your prince charming, Y/N. Happily ever after.”

- “So will you, Remus. You’ll find a Belle.”

Fairy tale asks

Little Red Riding Hood : favourite piece of clothing that you own?

Sleeping Beauty : best dream you’ve had?

Cinderella : ever lost something that was important to you?

Peter Pan : a trip you enjoyed?

Alice in Wonderland : ever done drugs?

Beauty and the Beast : favourite animal?

Hunchback of Notre Dame : any disabilities?

Pinocchio : biggest lie you’ve told?

Rumplestiltskin : what would you consider your one weakness?

Rapunzel : how do you usually wear your hair?

Snow white : do you consider yourself attractive?

Princess and the Frog : best sexual experience?

Three little pigs : what country are you from?

Little Mermaid : any talents?

Ice/Snow queen : is there anyone you would sacrifice anything for?

Jack and the Beanstalk : worst obstacle you’ve faced?

The wolf said, “You know, my dear, it isn’t safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone.”

Red Riding Hood said, “I find your sexist remark offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress of which has caused you to develop your own, entirely valid, worldview. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must be on my way.

—  James Finn Garner, Politically Correct Bedtime Stories
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The Animal Alphabets Fairy Tale Edition continues on.  This week was N for Nutcracker.  Interesting to learn that the original story is a bit darker than the ballet that everyone knows.  In the original story, a princess is cursed by the Rat Queen to turn into a nutcracker doll.  To break the curse, the most handsomest man in the kingdom must find the hardest nut and crack it open with his teeth and must feed it to the princess before her transformation is complete.  However the curse is transferred to the handsome man and he takes her place as a nutcracker doll. No one tells him he would inherit the curse and is banished from the kingdom.  Its so sad

Little Red Riding Hood (Negan x Reader)

Originally posted by wildling-heart

Summary: “Oh little red riding hood, even bad wolves can be good”

Word Count:  1754

Warning: slight sexual content (really just making out) and slight swearing

Extra: as you’ll see in the story I use a lot of lyrics from the song Little Red riding hood. My favorite version is from Amanda Seyfried however I picture that Negan would like the Sam The Sham & The Pharaohs version. So it’s up to you on which version you want to listen to while you read the story.

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RWBY Casting day
  • CRWBY: Ahh, so what's your story?
  • Ruby: I'm like Little Red Riding Hood, but a total badass.
  • CRWBY: You're in. Next! What's your story?
  • Blake: I'm an ex-terrorist who's on the path to fight against racism, and I'm also a cat girl.
  • CRWBY: Love it! Next! What about you two?
  • Roman: I'm a smartass thief with a charming disposition and a mute partner, and together we form like a Joker and Harley Quinn duet.
  • CRWBY: Amazing idea! Next! What about you, boy?
  • Jaune: Uhh, hi, I'm Jaune... I uh, can't fight and I'm like, kinda attractive compared to everyone else.
  • CRWBY: Uhh, do you have any, like... Back story?
  • Jaune: ...I look kinda good in a dress?
  • CRWBY: Eh, fuck it, why not?
  • (I could hella do more of these if you guys want)