Cinderella was rolling around in the fireplace like usual, with her stepsisters looking on. “Ellaaaa,” they said (for that was her name), “come out of the fireplace. This is why you can’t have nice things.” Cinderella stopped briefly and sat up to face them. “My stepsies, how many times must I tell you? I am to be addressed as THE DARK QUEEN CINDERELLA, MISTRESS OF ASH!” Her father, hearing the commotion, came down to investigate.
“Ella, what’s all th-”
“DARK QUEEN CINDERELLA, MISTRESS OF ASH!”
“ELLA. What is the meaning of this? Why are you in your rags again? We’re going to the prince’s ball tonight - wash up and get properly dressed!”
“I am properly dressed, father. Only these tattered wraps and the ashes of my dear mother are capable of sealing my-”
“YOUR MOTHER’S ASHES?!”
Long story short, the Dark Queen Cinderella was grounded and sent to her room without supper while the rest of the family went out that night for an episode of royal gallivanting. As she lay moping on her floor, her fairy godmother snuck in through the chimney and squatted next to the girl. “Heyyy, what’s the matter, Duck Queen Sanderella?” Cinderella explained her situation to the magic woman in a manner very favorably biased towards herself. “Well shucks,” said the godmom, “that blows balls. But you know what? I think I might have a spell for you!” And with that, she transformed Cinderella into a pile of ashes.
Apparently, the fairy godmother had been larping with her friends earlier that afternoon, and had swapped out the macro for Princess Spell with Fireball. WHOOPS. She still had other enchantments, though, so she cast another one to transform Cinderella into an infernal apparition - much to the girl's excitement. Cinderella thanked her accidental murderer and dove into the crust of the earth, because that’s a thing she could do now.
She then erupted from of the ground outside the palace where the ball was being held, and waltzed in on a path of molten glass. Everyone stopped dancing and looked at her and was like “Hey, is that a fire person?” and then she was like “IT IS!” and everybody screamed and ran while she had a great time. She kept this up until midnight, after which the enchantment wore off and she turned back into a pile of her own ashes. And her father, who had recognized his daughter, was like “No, Ella! Not you too!” because this was the same way he had lost her mother.
“Curse you! I swear, I shall have vengeance, fairy godmother Dracula!” and so the man left to avenge his daughter - Ella Belmont.
Epilogue: Cinderella’s enchantment is a recurring one, and she terrorizes a different ball every night until her father learns of this and seals her in an urn.
Well, that was what I was up to this week. I had fun writing this story, right up until the end where I just kind of gave up because I didn't know how this would actually conclude. I feel like this is typical of my written work - I can write up to what is depicted in the picture, but not much further beyond that.
Cinderella's outfit is very plain. I've come to realize that I don't make very elaborate costumes (vast spans of unpatterned cloth), so I suppose I'll have to try to work on that a bit more in the future.
I think I might try making a couple more of these pieces inspired by folk tales, since they provide an interesting framework of themes to try to design around. Well, we'll see what the future holds!
Made in Manga Studio 5
Card Suit Siblings
Born from the union of a mortal woman, Vanille Tertia, and the demon, Arkanial, these individuals all contain special abilities that are related to their sight. They wear glasses in order to see as an ordinary human.
The abilities were meant to exist in one individual (as is the case with Joker, see below), but Vanille's second pregnancy ended with quadruplets, and the four abilities divided amongst them.
(This is just an overview of their abilities, the limitations, etc. so that I don't have to repeat the information in their profiles.)
The four individual suits live in separate territories of the same name (exam
Name: Ashura Daman
Title: Captain. Also called a variety of names by his lover.
Hair: White with scattered black stripes and blue tips.
Scars/Marks: Various cuts and marks from fights over the years.
Love Interest: Past: Elliot. Present: Sabato [ toyhou.se/3312.sabato-azulin ]
Employer: The Elusive One
Personality: Acts confident and perverse to fill the void in his heart. Is considered a jerk by anyone who knows him and Ashura would prefer that to people thinking he's weak. Abides by the rule "survival of the fittest" unless someone is causing harm and torment for personal pleasure. Incessant flirt.
Mannerisms: [need time to word these properly. Hahaha.]
Likes: Mocha lattés. Meat (leans towards carnivore). Midnight snacks. Sweet things. The rain (unless he's tracking something). Sabato. Sex (yeah...).
Dislikes: Vegetables. Tomatoes. Snow. People trying to get to close to him.
Background Details *more to come*
Ashura suffers abandonment issues faced when his mother abandoned him in the wild while they were being chased by predators. He keeps himself together by believing she didn't come back because she wasn't able to escape, but every so often, he dreams of seeing her living happily and celebrating that she was no longer burdened with a bastard child she never wanted.
Growing up in the wilderness, Ashura learned the cruelties of life. Only the strong could survive on their own, and that's what Ashura wanted to be. He wouldn't commit to relationships, seducing (or blackmailing) others into casual one-night-stands, and unlike his usual pursuit of wilderness law, Ashura has no desire to procreate. He'd sleep with women if approached and bored, but much prefers male lovers. Never above taking what he wants, which only increases his poor reputation. As he got older, Ashura started working as a soldier-for-hire, eventually accepting a contract position as a guard captain for The Elusive One.
Elliot Monrey was the first one who showed not disgust for Ashura but sympathy, seeing beyond his callousness when Ashura blackmailed Elliot as a method of interrogation (details won't be written here). Opening up a wound Ashura thought he'd long plastered over, Elliot soon became someone Ashura pursued seriously. Even as Elliot insisted he was in love with another, Ashura didn't want to let this one slip away.
On one of many freelance missions (which The Elusive One would send him on sometimes), Ashura came across an Anomalous Qwaris named Sabato, whom the human race is bent on destroying, as they claim he's a menace. Ashura saw nothing of a menace, only abuse of power dealt by the humans. Going against the mission, Ashura aided Sabato's escape. They continued to meet in unexpected ways.
Many rejections and circumstances tangled up with Elliot later, Ashura returned to his heartless, wild state. He'd finally accepted that he was unlovable and no longer wished to put himself in situations that would lead to being hurt. Until Sabato returned, bringing with him a confession Ashura never expected.
Ashura Daman © Me
Artwork belongs to
Elliot Monrey © Me
The Elusive One ©