castle is her life

What we really need is an adaptation of the original 1740 The Beauty and the Beast

So were you aware that the The Beauty and the Beast story we all know is a heavily abridged and rewritten version of a much longer novella by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve?  And that a lot of the plot holes existing in the current versions exist because the 1756 rewrite cut out the second half of the novella, which consisted entirely of the elaborate backstory that explains all the weird shit that happened before?  And that the elaborate backstory is presented in a way that’s kind of boring because the novel had only just been invented in 1740 and no one knew how they worked yet, but contains a bazillion awesome ideas that beg for a modern retelling?  And that you are probably not aware that the modern world needs this story like air but the modern world absolutely needs this story like air?  Allow me to explain:

The totally awesome elaborate backstory that explains Beauty and the Beast

  • Once upon a time there was a king, a queen, and their only son
  • But while the prince was still in his infancy, in a neat reversal of how these fairy tales usually go, the king tragically died, leaving his wife to act as Regent until their son reaches maturity
  • Unfortunately, the rulers of all the lands surrounding them go, “Hmm, the kingdom is ruled by a woman now, it must be weak, time for an invasion!”
  • And the Queen goes, “Well, if I let some general fight all these battles for me, he’ll totally amass enough fame and power to make a bid for the throne; if I want to protect my son’s crown, I have no choice but to take up arms and lead the troops myself!
  • (Btw, I want to stress that this woman is not Eowyn or Boudica and nothing in the way her story is presented suggests that she had any interest martial exploits before or in any way came to enjoy them during these battles.  This is a perfectly ordinary court lady who would much rather be embroidering altar covers for the royal chapel and playing with her child until necessity made her go, “Oh no, this sucks, I guess I have to become a Warrior Queen now” and she just happened to kick ass at it anyway.)
  • And the Queen totally kicked ass, but the whole “twice as good for half the credit” thing meant that no matter how many battles she won, potential enemies refused to take her and her army seriously until she had defeated them so no sooner would she fend off one invasion than another one would pop up on a different border.
  • So she spent the majority of her young son’s life away from the castle leading armies, but it was OK because she left him in the care of her two best friends, who just happen to be fairies!  This was an awesome idea because a) fairies have magic, and therefore are like the best people to protect the prince from any threats and b) fairies consider themselves to be so above humanity that the lowest fairy outranks the highest mortal, so they’d have no interest in taking a human throne.  Good thing they were both good fairies instead of one good and one evil one!
  • (Spoiler:  they were not both good fairies.)
  • So the two fairies basically take turns raising the prince until he’s old enough to rule.  And on the eve of his twenty-first birthday, the evil older one comes into the prince’s bedroom.
  • “So listen, kid.  You’re about to become king, your mother’s on her way home from the war to see you crowned, and I have a third piece of good news for you!  You see, I’ve actually been spending so much time here lately because Fairyland’s become a bit too hot to hold me for reasons totally not related to me being secretly evil.  And if I have to hang in the human world, I might as well reside in the upper echelons of it, so even though as a powerful fairy I completely eclipse your puny human status in a staggeringly unimaginable way, since you’re about to be king and since my premonition that I should stick this whole guardianship thing out because you would be hot one day has totally proved accurate (go me), I will graciously lower myself to allowing you to marry me.  Please feel free to grovel at my feet in gratitude.  (Btw, we can totally start the wedding night now, we’ll tell your mother about it when she arrives tomorrow.)”

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“Karen killed Wesley, and I think about what it must be like to deal with that. And for her to see this man who is actually doing the same thing, and if he’s a monster, then she’s a monster. But if he’s a hero, maybe she’s a hero.” 
                                        – Deborah Ann Woll

Beauty & the Beast: Belle [INFP]

OFFICIAL TYPING by Charity / the Mod

Introverted Feeling (Fi): Belle is an immensely compassionate person, but seeks approval from no one about her being “different” other than her father, who has earned her respect. She fiercely defends herself when challenged, but prefers to hold most of her emotions inside; she doesn’t confide in the wardrobe her intentions, nor discuss her changing feelings with Mrs. Potts, and when the Beast asks her if she could be capable of loving him, Belle defers the question to assert her feelings of feeling imprisoned within the castle. She’s polite but doesn’t seek to flatter the Beast, in order to get anything from him; and their process of falling in love is mostly through their actions and shared love of books and romantic stories, rather than through verbal affirmations. Belle’s search to find out what became of her mother is in a sense a way to find a greater sense of self, by knowing where she comes from (Fi/Si); she cannot move forward, until she establishes the truth of her family’s past and identity.

Extroverted Intuition (Ne): She would rather live in her fantasy world (books, stories, and ideas about far off places) than in the real world, and seeks methods to “escape” into her books, rather than deal with the mundane necessities of life (she invents a primitive “washing machine” so that she can read instead). Belle dreams of “much more than this provincial life,” and adapts relatively well and easily to life inside the castle. Her idealistic nature leads her to find goodness within the Beast, despite an initial negative impression. She impulsively leaps into action to save her father, naively assuming Gaston won’t hunt down the Beast, in her desire to prove him “real.”

Introverted Sensing (Si): Even though she sings about wanting more from her life, and refuses to marry Gaston and have a more natural life, Belle doesn’t actively pursue adventure; it comes to her. She’s haunted by her mother’s death and wants to know what happened to her; when given the chance to go “anywhere in the world” and “see anything,” she chooses their old home in Paris. She exerts sentiment about the past, her upbringing, and everything her father has taught her (she isn’t sure how she’ll face the world without him). She has a certain amount of sentiment for mythology and personal impressions, formed over time, but these don’t take root enough (with Gaston) to make her “careful” of him (she seems him as pompous and brainless, but not necessarily dangerous – some Ne).

Extroverted Thinking (Te): She puts her foot down with Gaston (“I’ll never marry you!”) and tells off the Beast a couple of times (she refuses to eat dinner with him, and asserts that if he hadn’t frightened her, he wouldn’t have gotten himself hurt). Belle invents a washing machine, to get herself out of household chores. She believes strongly in educating girls and in taking action for herself; she tries to escape the castle by stringing fabric together to get out the window, she helps her father pick the lock, steals and breaks Gaston’s arrows so he cannot hurt the Beast.

Note: I’ve had several discussions both with readers and co-mods about Belle’s type; there’s evidence also for Fe (ISFJ), but she seems more internal than the animated film (Belle shares her feelings much more openly with everyone in that version) and her relationship with Beast seems to build through a silent connection, instead of verbal communication. She also lacks inferior Ne (she’s not cautious, nor concerned about the fall-out of her decisions; she tends to act on them in the moment).

“Coronation” Part Five

Summary: She was the Queen of Sokovia, and he was the future king of Romania. Their relationship was full of hate towards one another, but will it change when his heart gets broken by a traitor to both of your powerful countries?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: angst, a little fluff?

Word Count: 1039

A/N: I’m back! The taglist for this series is officially closed. My permanent list is still open. I leave for the beach on the 22nd I will try to write while I’m there. I have nothing against England. I really want to travel there, but I had to use it. 

Coronation Masterlist

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“Who are the traitors?” Steve asked.

Rebecca answered first.

“Natalia Romanova and Clint Barton.”

The two lovers gave wide eyes and gasps.

Peggy cursed under her breath and Steve held a hand to her back. They gave each other the same look.

“We will help you with anything if it means getting her out of this country.” Steve answered.  

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and sometime since Frozen’s release the praise heaped upon it reached such a critical mass that it somehow has made us forget that Belle left both home and the Beast’s castle to save her father’s life; that Mulan risked death on the battlefield and execution for treason to protect her family; that Esmeralda chose immolation rather than give herself to a man she despised; that the archetypal Prince Charming hasn’t been seen in a Disney film since The Little Mermaid; and that no Disney heroine except Anna — even Ariel — has begun her story with love as her goal since 1959

my cinderella wakes up with the taste of ashes in her mouth and thinks of her mother’s waning sickness. my cinderella has nightmares of watching her mother’s chest rising, a wheeze escaping her ribs. my cinderella does not cry about this, because she lives in the place fires begin.

her stepmother has perfect teeth and high eyebrows. “are you done sweeping?” she asks. “i need to see myself in my tiles.”

there are long days spent like this. sometimes cinderella gets caught on things. she spends four hours with a toothbrush swiveling in small circles, her whole body trembling. she thinks if everything is perfect, nothing bad will happen. if she checks the stove eight times, it will not poison her like her stepmother’s venom. if she lets the cat scratch her once a day, it will learn to love her. if she just gets these baseboards clean, maybe her father will come home to her.

the invitation comes when she is adjusting the pictures on the wall. it is announced with fanfare. her stepmother sends out the request for dresses instantly while cinderella watches, waiting.

“baby,” stepmother wakes her on the day of, “hope you know how long you’ll be working for today.” strokes her hair a little.

cinderella stares at her. doesn’t want to go to the ball, where people will be twirling around on floors someone else spent six hours polishing, where people will be careless in eating food someone else toiled over cooking. where people like her fade into the shadows.

when she opens her mouth, she says, “let me go, stepmother.” it is worth the look of shock and terror on that woman’s face to tell a lie. cinderella, after the slap, hides her face and smiles.

they leave trumpeting. her step sisters are cupcakes floating on shoes cinderella has sown together.

in the night, she rises from her bed and coaxes a little mouse onto her hands and snaps its little neck. 

boiling the fur of it off is easy. she feeds the bits to the cat, who twines around her feet. she takes the bones under the poplar tree and lays them out just-so. she says the words her mother used to know.

deep from the shadows comes the Fairy. pink and pretty with eyes that are totally empty. cinderella knows better than to look at them directly. “you summon me?” asks the ancient one. “what needs be done?”

cinderella does not want a ball. cinderella wants a night off. she explains slowly what she wants. she gives the Fairy three things: a needle. a fingernail. a strand of hair. the deal is done, midnight comes.

she dresses in her mother’s dress, hidden under the floorboards. it is beautiful, white, shines like a river. on her feet are no shoes at all. she wants to feel the ground that carries her, that has been tilled by people like her.

at the gates, they stop her. no carriage, nothing but a smile on her. but she’s so polite. so willing. has big fluttering eyelashes. lures the guards beyond the light of the castle’s torches. knows how to work a kitchen knife.

inside, she is blinded by the brightness of lamps on granite. everyone here is laughing. gliding. cinderella glides too, effortless without any shoes. 

her stepsisters hang off one another, have their arms draped off the prince. cinderella walks up. smiles. says the words her mother taught her. 

they erupt into screams. “needles” they howl, dancing in shoes cinderella made, “needles in my feet.” they bleed all over the floors someone worked hard for. “That,” says cinderella, “is one for me.”

the prince is without words. stepmother in her skirts tumbles as she skitters forwards. she is bubbling with improper language to speak in front of royals. on her hand is a nail chipped from slapping her stepdaughter. cinderella looks her in the eyes when she says the word. without a pause, violent scratches appear over her stepmother. she is torn open. 

“that,” says cinderella, “is for my mother.”

cinderella tips over candle sticks and sets things on fire. leaves them all with the taste of ashes in their lungs. turns. does not run. 

the prince follows. on his steps, as the clock strikes midnight, he finds a footprint in blood. he swears he will find whomever it belongs to if he has to try the shoes of every girl in the kingdom. 

but cinderella is no longer a girl. the last, a ring of cathair, has turned her into whiskers and a tail. she sits there, watching him in the light. she twines around his legs and purrs at him. he finds her white coat fascinating. 

she lives off of castle food for the rest of her life. sometimes, when she is bored, she bats all of the pictures straight in the front hall. 

nobody ever finds the girl. at the funeral of the stepmother, a white cat sits by the feet of the widowed man who was her father. he has nightmares of his first wife forever after. 

anonymous asked:

What if when Claire went through the stones and ended up back to when she arrived there the first time. She is the same age and knows what decisions to make

Anonymous said: And she has to try to hide the fact that she is in love with him

The hum of the stones still rang in her ears, the beating of the earth as it had moved beneath her feet vibrating through the her soles of her feet. Claire had pretended for weeks, dancing the same merry jig she’d danced on her first arrival through to 18th century Scotland. 

Again she was Claire Beauchamp. Again she had run into Captain Jonathan Randall and been rescued by a rather grumpy Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser and again she’d ridden hard through the night with Jamie behind her, his calm presence keeping her warm and safe through the evening as they’d travelled quietly to Leoch. 

But now she knew him. She knew his scent and the arch of his belly as he came to her, naked as a babe, his body ready to sate hers with his powerful and insatiable need for her. 

She knew all of this too well to keep the blush from her cheeks every time he did something gentlemanly to aid her.

Claire had never noted the amount of times Jamie had been simply present in her life at the castle. How frequently he’d settled into the background to ensure her safety.

Now when he injured himself at the gathering for that wretch Laoghaire, she saw the telltale blossoming of love that shone from him like sunshine in spring. Claire saw all those tiny acts of kindness that Jamie had bestowed upon her without even expecting anything in return.

…and how she ached to dive into that love head first. The subtle throb that had begun the moment she’d mounted his horse on that cold evening just a stones throw away from Craigh na Dun had manifest in her bones and even though she’d told herself that she had to wait, to be patient and let it all play out as it had before, she knew that her patience was running short. 

She wanted him, desired him more than ever and now, sat with leeches and a damp rag in front of the fireside she was determined to ignore that persistent voice that begged her not to re-re-write the past.

Blinking, Claire shook away the haze that had overcome her. In the distance her eyes caught Laoghaire, hovering in the doorway and she straightened her spine and nodded in acknowledgement.

“I think there’s somebody who wishes to speak with you,” she whispered, her words less flippant than the last time she’d uttered the sentence. She had, of course, stuck to the same plan, the same routine. Claire had told him of her departure - but this time she had seen the look of sorrow as it crossed his gaze. He didn’t want her to leave.

Clinging to that notion, she swept her hand in Laoghaire’s direction, bowed her head and sloped off to her chamber, her heart sinking at the idea of leaving Jamie and Laoghaire alone for even the shortest moment. She knew, in time, what that would bring and she again would have to witness their brief moment of passion in the shadowed hallways of Leoch.

‘But maybe you can prevent that,’ a small voice perked up from her subconscious, the metaphorical devil on her shoulder smiling widely at the idea of severing the ties between the young lass and *Claire’s* intended sooner than her before. 

“No,” she muttered, the tenacious tingle of temptation clawing along her spine as she shut the door and sank to the floor. Wrapping her arms around her knees she laid her head down and closed her eyes. 

In the dark, the small sparks of moonlight flickering across the floor in the large guest suite, Claire brought to mind those images of Jamie that taunted her through the day. Slowly, carefully, she lifted her chin, unleashed her legs from the confines of her arms and let her thighs slip apart. Her fingers slipped carefully across the soft material of her stockings until she finally met bare skin. Teasing herself, she drew soft patterns across her flesh, pretending that they were Jamie’s hands and not her own.

Claire moaned lowly, her skirts hiking further up her thighs as the cold breeze settled upon her newly exposed skin.

Giving in she let her hands dictate her actions, her brain initiating the act as she dug one palm into the unprotected stonework of the floor, keeping her precarious balance as her arse lifted from the floor and her back pressed more fully against the wooden door.

“Oh, God…yes…” she hissed, dampness coating her digits as her head lolled to the side.

“Jamie,” she whispered as her fingers spread across her wanton flesh.

“Fuck. Yes. Jamie.”

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{I Don’t Know Where I’m Going With This; A Memoire.} {Thanks for the ask, lovely Anon.} {So sorry it took like an EON to get it into some semblance of a reply.}


get to know me meme (royalist edition): royals in general | | Katherine of Aragon

Katherine of Aragon (16 December 1485 – 7 January 1536) was Queen of England from June 1509 until May 1533 as the first wife of King Henry VIII. The youngest daughter of Isabella I of Castile and Ferdinand II of Aragon, Catherine was three years old when she was betrothed to Arthur, Prince of Wales, heir apparent to the English throne. They married in 1501, but Arthur died five months later on 2 April 1502. In 1507, she held the position of ambassador of the Aragonese Crown in England, the first female ambassador in European history. Catherine married Arthur’s younger brother, Henry VIII, in 1509. For six months in 1513, she served as regent of England while Henry VIII was in France. During that time the English won the Battle of Flodden, an event in which Catherine played an important part with an emotional speech about English courage. By 1525, Henry VIII was infatuated with Anne Boleyn and dissatisfied that his marriage to Catherine had produced no surviving sons, leaving their daughter, Mary, as heir presumptive. When Pope Clement VII refused to annul the marriage, Henry defied him by assuming supremacy over religious matters. In 1533 their marriage was consequently declared invalid and Henry married Anne. Catherine refused to accept Henry as Supreme Head of the Church in England and considered herself the King’s rightful wife and queen. But she was acknowledged only as Dowager Princess of Wales by Henry. After being banished from court, she lived out the remainder of her life at Kimbolton Castle, and died there on 7 January 1536. English people held Catherine in high esteem, and her death set off tremendous mourning. The controversial book The Education of a Christian Woman by Juan Luis Vives, which claimed women have the right to an education, was commissioned by and dedicated to her. She successfully appealed for the lives of the rebels involved in the Evil May Day, for the sake of their families. Catherine also won widespread admiration by starting an extensive programme for the relief of the poor. She was a patron of Renaissance humanism, and a friend of the great scholars Erasmus of Rotterdam and Thomas More.

* Holliday Grainger as Katherine of Aragon

Imagine BatB 2017, but as the third movie of a four-part movie series.

This has been a dream of mine for a while, and I want to share it all with you.  Imagine Beauty and the Beast, with all of the casting intact, but with one, eensy teensy little change: It’s all centered around the castle residents.

Movie 1: This movie starts off with Adam being born, the big event that started everything.  Fast forward to maybe ten or so years later, to where Adam’s running through the halls, his mother’s alive, and the king is still ruling over the land.  Due to the king firing a lot of the servants because they’re not as good as he hoped they would be, Cogsworth—who is younger, but still the majordomo of the castle—hires on new servants, the main three being Lumiere, Chapeau, and Plumette.  Mrs. Potts already works at the castle, but she’s promoted to head housekeeper because Cogsworth can trust her.  This movie focuses on life inside the castle after that.  It’s mainly centered around caring for Adam, but there are other things we get to see, like Lumiere and Plumette’s budding romance (oh who am I kidding, we’ll see all of Lumiere and Plumette’s budding romance), how Adam interacts with all of the staff, and Villeneuve through the eyes of Mrs. Potts, before Belle arrives.  Gaston’s rescue of the village could happen here, as well as an Agathe cameo.  Speaking of which, Mrs. Potts and the queen are great friends.  And we’ll also find out why Cogsworth and Clothilde aren’t on good terms.

Then the queen falls ill and things take a turn as the king starts paying attention to his son.  He does just what the movie says and begins to twist Adam’s kind nature around.  He orders the servants not to interfere, but there is a moment of happiness when Chip is born.  The servants think that it might be nice for Adam to be like an older-brother figure to Chip, but Adam is already taking up some of the characteristics of his father.  So it’s not meant to be.

The queen dies.  The king takes on tutoring and ordering Adam around himself, and there are times when some of the servants see the king strike him, but they turn a blind eye.  Slowly, the rift between Adam and the staff widens.  The movie ends with the king’s death, maybe a shot of Adam, now around the age he’ll be when Agathe visits, sitting on the king’s throne with the same expression his father had.

Movie 2: More like a Movie 1.5 or a spinoff, since it doesn’t even take place in the castle, but in Italy.  You probably know where I’m going with this; this entire film covers Madame de Garderobe and Cadenza. It’ll show us their individual backstories, like how Cadenza was a child prodigy when it came to music, and Garderobe rose to become known across the country as an opera star.  How they met, how they fell in love—because you know Cadenza’s going to fall first, the hopeless romantic that he is—and how their relationship develops.  People notice that they both sound better when they perform together, and they become a duo.  Cadenza finally works up the nerve to propose after a year or so, and Garderobe says yes before he even finishes speaking, the wedding is glorious, everything is perfect.

The first performance they have after their marriage is at a castle in France, for a queen’s birthday.  Garderobe recalls the staff being ever so accommodating, though they both remember the majordomo being a tad stuffy, and the queen’s young son was so well-behaved and complimentary after their performance.

They think about having kids after that, but decide against it, because their jobs are so demanding and full of travel.  Instead they get Froufrou, who is travel-sized and the smallest, cutest thing that either of them had ever laid eyes on.

Then, years later, they’re invited back to the castle to perform for a ball the prince, now grown up, is throwing for himself.  At first, they decide not to go because of another offer they were given, but they remember the queen’s kindness and decide that it might be fun as a visit, too.

Movie 3: Beauty and the Beast.

Movie 4: Life after the curse is lifted.  Adam and Belle are already married, Maurice has become a well-known artist (and lives in the castle), and Cadenza and Garderobe are swamped with gigs because they had disappeared off the face of the earth for 5+ years and no one knows why.

Lumiere and Plumette get married.  That happens incredibly early in the movie, and when they invite the musicians over to perform, they agree without a second thought because they’re technically a second family now.  This leads to them buying a second house in France relatively close to the castle.  They occasionally travel back and forth between France and Italy, wherever the music takes them.

Mrs. Potts and Chip reunite with Jean, Chapeau starts performing around Villeneuve, and Belle and Adam welcome the villagers into the castle any time they’d like.  Through Maurice, Belle, Mrs. Potts, Chip, and Chapeau, we see how positively Villeneuve has changed after the curse.  We’ll see LeFou and Stanley’s relationship develop here, too.

Belle and Plumette have children, and soon Chip feels like a big brother, and even volunteers to watch after them while their parents are off doing stuff.

Agathe frequents the castle, each time completely unrecognizable, just to see if her work really has paid off.  

Maybe the conflict is just Adam trying to get back into the swing of royalty and having a hard time with it…I dunno, but eventually they all live happily ever after.

Destiel and The Transformative Powers of Love

So you know that Disney movie Beauty and the Beast, right? Yeah, so then you know how it’s about this girl who yearns to break out of this place she’s stuck in, this conventional place where she’s unhappy as fuck, and what she wants is to have an adventure, and you know how she ends up having the biggest adventure of her life falling in love with this scary-ass monster dude who’s from a completely different world to her (dude has his own enchanted castle and everything) and how it turns out he’s had this curse put on him for being an all-out dick and he needs to find the non-dick within in order to win this girl’s heart, because having someone truly love him is the only way the monster can break the curse that has him just as stuck in his enchanted castle as the girl was ever stuck in her unsatisfying, conventional life. 

I know you know the story and I know you’ve seen the movie and I’m not talking the live action remake here, I’m talking the original. The Alan Menken scored, Oscar winning mother fucker of a brilliant piece of animated cinema.

So the other day (and most days lately) I was listening to the score of said piece of brilliance and guess what thought flew into my head. 

(you actually don’t have to guess) (I’m about to demonstrate it to you with gifs and everything)

The ending of Beauty and the Beast summarises my strongest want for Destiel in S13. How? I’m glad you asked because here come the gifs:

-> Destiel end of S12.

And then…

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Noble Reign

Ch.1 Mytic Messenger Middle Ages AU

|Ch. 2| |Ch. 3|

Author’s Note: It finally happened. I’m so sorry it took me such a long time to finish it, but I’m so proud to present you the Mystic Messenger Middle Ages AU! ^^ I have absolutely no idea if anyone will read this but I had so much fun writing it and I will definitely continue updating it. Keep in mind that English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes. Nevertheless, I hope y’all enjoy it. Please feel free to leave any sort of comments or message me; I would love to write some headcanons for this AU and I like to integrate your ideas as well.

I also want to give special thanks to @promiscuous-jalapeno for giving me advice and encouraging me in my writing. If you should ever read this, I hope you’ll enjoy it as well. <3

Wordcount: 3,247

“A long time ago, there existed a great kingdom that was ruled by two brothers. Their names were Jaehyun and Jaekwang.

The brothers were loved by their people and everyone lived together in harmony. But one day, Jaekwang desired the sole control over the kingdom and rebelled against his brother.

With soldiers at his command, he imprisoned his brother and spread misery across the kingdom. For a long time the kingdom was ruled by bitterness and people were living in fear.

But then, when all hope had died and the hour of doom seemed at hand, a girl appeared as if from nowhere. With fire burning in her soul and magic running through her veins, she defeated Jaekwang and freed his brother.

In anger, she divided the kingdom in half by forcing water and earth between the villages. A grand river and high mountains were now separating Jaekwang and Jaehyun.

Pleased with her work, the girl vanished and was never seen again. Over time, the two brothers created different kingdoms, one ruled by fear and one ruled by strength.

Generations passed and so did the girl’s tale. The kingdoms became enemies and the tale became legend. They say that someday, the girl will come back to reunite the kingdoms in peace and harmony again but until then the kingdoms remain in discord.”

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anonymous asked:

Oh gosh could you share some headcanons you have for your medieval au?

Um, Yes!

Okay okay here we go with the supercorp medieval au 

  • Kara is really damn good at fighting. Like really damn good. Ever since she was little she’s been running around with a wooden sword pretending to be a fierce knight and begging her adoptive family to let her start properly training.
  • They don’t actually let her until she turns 12 and she becomes a page and it’s strenuous and difficult and she spends her days training tirelessly and she absolutely loves every second of it. 
  • Kara rises up the ranks quickly, moving from page to squire and then from squire to knight faster than most. Eventually she’s one of the youngest to be knighted in the kingdom’s history and the house of el soon blazes out on her shield proudly whenever she rides into battle.
  • Lena never asked to be royalty. She spends her days getting shoved into tight corsets and uncomfortable dresses and is forced to keep her thoughts to herself about how maybe her mother and father aren’t necessarily good rulers. She watches, worrying more and more with each passing year, as the kingdom seems to fall further and further into despair under their harsh rule.
  • She’s a bit reckless, for a princess. Enjoys sneaking out and blatantly ignoring the suffocating rules her parents place on her life and escapes from the castle as often as possible.
  • Kara may be a good fighter but she is young and overeager and sometimes acts before she thinks. One day she defies a direct order from the captain of the guard and her punishment is confinement to the castle, forced to act as guard to a member of the royal family.
  • Lena is furious when her parents tell her that, due to her actions, she will be assigned a personal guard to watch her at all times. They hope that it will prevent her from getting into danger. Because if something happens to her brother, she is next in line for the throne and they need her to be prepared for that. They need someone to carry on their legacy.
  • Kara expects to be in for a boring assignment. One where she has to sit in on stuffy meetings and babysit an old uncle of the king or similar. She does not expect to be assigned to guard the princess. She also does not expect her to be so pretty.
  • Lena surprises both her parents when she takes one look at her new guard, the knight with the gold hair and wide blue eyes, and doesn’t argue.
  • Kara figures out how doomed she is very quickly, but this fact is sealed a month later when the princess kisses her in a hidden alcove of the castle. Lip paint smudging across both their lips because the princess is dressed in an elegant ballgown and she’s supposed to be dancing with royalty from far off kingdoms. But she’s kissing Kara instead and Kara can only think that she is doomed doomed doomed even as she pulls her closer.

Belle: INTJ [Disney’s Beauty and the Beast]

Dominant Introverted iNtuition, Ni: Belle is very ideas and conceptual based. The everyday details of life bore her. We see her express this in her first song:

Little town
It’s a quiet village
Every day
Like the one before
Little town
Full of little people

She hates routine and finds the people of the town to be beneath her. They don’t appear intelligent enough to her. She is often in her own head which the village observes in the same song, “her head up in the clouds.” She isn’t present-based, searching for some underlying meaning to things. But the information she takes in must be personally relevant to her inner world. This determines what books she reads and her interests. 

Belle won’t forget an idea until she sees where it goes. This is what leads her down unconventional paths. We see her stick around with the Beast even when she is released. She is intrigued and curious about him and his perspective. He is differen’t from the mundane things in the village. This interest is born more out of curiosity that Fi or Fe caring. She wants to understand his perspective. It is her ability to see from a variety of viewpoints that leads her to stay in captivity. Yes, curiosity, but she also after being with him is able to explain away his horrific behavior, seeing through his lens. Instead of trying to change the situation, see it objectively, she simply adapts to her life in the castle by switching her perspective of the Beast. He kidnapped her and her father, but she is able to excuse this away quite easily.

Secondary Extraverted Thinking, Te: Belle isn’t very interested in people. She finds those in the village to be uninteresting and her only friend before going to the castle is her father. She is very content with this lifestyle though, it is out of choice. Her interest in the outside world isn’t in the people or any individual. She likes to play around with concepts. Even when she deals with Gaston and other people it is through a Te lens. What does this mean? 

INTJs use Te to categorize people and understand what is expected of them in social situations. Their Ni conceptualizes the possibilities of interaction, while Te categorizes people and her expectation of them. Their is a plan in how she deals with people. This makes it hard for her when people don’t act according to the plan, according to her individual and logical expectation of them. Gaston follows exactly what she expects from him, he bores her. She has her reactions ready, they are measure and impersonal. She is shaking him off. But with the Beast, he constantly defies her expectations of him. Again, sparking curiosity in her that the people in the town don’t do for her. He challenges her expectations at every corner. 

This then plays back to her Ni in how she always sees some hidden meaning. She needs one. The Beast offers this narrative to her that is layered, different, and has meaning she has to uncover herself. 

Tertiary Introverted Feeling, Fi: Belle is uncomfortable showing her emotions and expressing her feelings. She keeps them bottled up and very few get to see them revealed. Notice that although she is interested and captivated by the Beast she reveals very little about herself and her inner world. She isn’t emotionally fluent. 

Belle is skeptical of emotions and people’s motives. She trusts very few people. Before the Beast it is just her father that she trusts and cares about. Hence, her giving herself up in his place. Before the Beast that is the one person she has really invested in. She doesn’t have other friends or family. 

Many contribute her willing to sacrifice herself for her father and her interest in “helping” the Beast as dominant Fi (INFP). However, as illustrated throughout this, it isn’t that prominent. She is uncomfortable with her own emotions and the expression of emotions of others. She reacts harshly back at the Beast emotionally speaking. Her interest in him isn’t less valid, but doesn’t come from a place of trying to help him on his journey or self-discovery. It comes from curiosity and challenge for her. The dominant and secondary functions come before she uses her Fi. 

Inferior Extraverted Sensation, Se: Belle is really detached from her own Se. She looks down on those with dominant Se like Gaston [Beauty and the Beast MBTI]. They appear impulsive and out of control to her. When they enjoy the moment for what it is rather than trying to question it or find meaning in it, it bothers her. It is why she really finds the Beast to be Beastly. He seems emotionally impulsive, which her Se being inferior, she concludes as irrational behavior. 

We see her really hate Se in her judgments of Gaston, calling him boorish and brainless. She wants more than what she sees as Se can give her. She wants and craves more and wants someone to understand her thirst for knowledge. As an INTJ she is often misunderstood and misinterpreted by the town. She isn’t normal to them and feels isolated in the lack of people who understand her and her Ni-Te ways.

However, her Se is just beneath the surface. This is where we see Belle have fun with the Beast later on. We watch her develop a better relationship with Se being around the Beast. She opens up a bit, enjoying the moment in the moment. It brings out a playfulness in Belle that we don’t see until they start connecting, until she is around more of his “impulsiveness.”

one day

One day 

she finally grasped that unexpected things 

were always going to happen in life. 

And with that she realized the only control she had 

was how she chose to handle them. 

So, she made the decision survive

using courage, 

humor and grace. 

She was the queen of her own life and the choice was hers. 


Zelda’s Log #6.5: Domesticity

A/N: I love to call this ‘Sugar-induced Domestic Porn’. I quoted @gathoscorner strip on a scene because cake for breakfast is GLORIOUS. You seriously feel like royalty.

Happy reading!


Days like this start more or less the same:

A good morning kiss (or two, or more, or something more, depending on the mood); a drowsy ‘can we stay in bed a little longer? It’s still early in the morning’.

We’re so cozy and comfortable, I just answer 'Sure, why not?’

Later, a good, abundant breakfast, although a certain Princess would rather eat cake all day.

'This is how freedom tastes like!’, she says delighted, savoring her piece of cake. I only indulge her because the kisses I get later taste of raspberries and cane sugar. I am not a guy with a sweet tooth, but this is a treat I can’t pass up.

We divide the chores: I go gather food, wood, and water, cook for lunch, and wash the dishes. Zelda takes care of the horses, makes the bed, cleans up if needed, and lays the table. She also takes care of the yard (now filled with a patch of Silent Princesses).

Have I mentioned she looks so cute with her apron? I love when her nose wrinkles a little when she sees a rebel stain on the window.

I thought she would dislike domestic chores, but she enjoys it.

'I love taking care of our house!’, she says in a singsong voice when she finishes, and the words of the Great Deku Tree echo in my head.

Her smile is brighter the summer sun.

'Don’t you get bored with this?’, I ask her during lunchtime. She is savoring the curry I made.

Her head tilts to the side. 'Absolutely not. Why do you ask?’, and she sips her glass of water.

‘It came to my mind you might miss castle life’, I commented.

'No way!’, she chuckled, waving her hands. ‘You, and this place, have given me the freedom to be myself’. She took a deep breath. 'See this dress?’, Zelda stood up.

A flowy, simple, cream-colored dress with ribbon trim at the hem. She looks pretty.

‘I would have never been allowed to wear something like this, because it’s not how a Princess looks like’, she pointed out, balancing her weight from one leg to another, the dress flowing softly with her moves, 'no petticoats or corsets, and thin, plain fabric - scandalous!’ - she made a over-dramatic shocked face.

We both laughed hard at her observations, because, a hundred years ago, they would have been absolutely true.

Goddesses, that dress truly shows all the contours of her body when she steps against the light… Link, save those thoughts for later.

After lunch, she reads a little, and goes to the Lab to chat sciency things with Purah. I rather stay home and keep doing chores, for those two and Symin talk a language I just don’t understand, although I am always more than willing to help her in all her research - only Goddesses know on how many of her experiments I’ll be the test subject. I remember being it in the past, running away from her, avoiding to getting a hot-footed frog stuffed on my mouth.

Once all clothes are clean and hung (Bolson made a very practical clothes line behind the house), I take a nap under the front yard tree.

The snap of a Sheikah slate awakes me.

'You will get a sunburn if you stay like that’.

I only see the outline of her body against the afternoon sun. Dang. Then my eyes go upwards to meet hers, full of mirth.

'You’ve been there for quite a while, your cheeks are so red!’.

It’s not the sun, you know? It’s just you, and your gorgeous body.

Once in the house, she narrates Purah’s shenanigans with tea and more cake, and the idea of dismantling the remaining guardians.

'Castletown is full of them’, I remind her, 'maybe we should go there, and check the castle…’

Her sunshine smile gets clouded by a bitter rictus at my idea.

‘I…’- she paused- 'don’t think I’m ready to go back there yet’. And she sips her tea in silence.

She is so reluctant on returning to the ruins that were her home. Whenever I’ve tried to put up the issue, she either dodged it or made the same upset expression. Zelda needs closure on that matter. Although she has made peace with herself, and working on closure about her failures, there is only one thing she is avoiding - I suspect her absolute silence is related to it:

Her father.

I guess I’ll have to wait until she chooses to.

The sunset puts her back in her usual mood, all smiley and carefree, after some alone time studying.

We have a light supper, and after some table talk, she makes the most interesting proposal of the day.

‘Do you want to take a bath with me?’

The small room attached to the house is a full bathroom, with a latrine, and a tub big enough for two, with a boiler to heat the water - those rupees were so worth it - I just wish we had an inner door for it. Maybe I’ll ask Bolson to make some changes later.

Once in the warm water, the sweat, grime, and the ache in the muscles vanish, and I melt in the hands of the naked woman washing my hair - I become as docile as the pooches from the stables.

'I never stopped before to think about the little ways you have changed’, Zelda’s right index poked between my shoulder blades once she rinsed my hair. 'Your body is more muscular, and your voice has changed. It used to have a higher pitch, and cracked a lot’.

'I guess it wasn’t too noticeable’, I affirmed.

I did notice’, she hugged me from behind. 'Just as I have been noticing other things about you… like how you were checking me out in my dress today’.

I turn to face her, eyes full of the same lusty gleam she had in the forest the other day, on our way to Gerudo Town.

I cannot think of a better way to end the day.

I love days like this.