This was a random idea we had while we were watching the 2017 movie together. So now I’m making it official.
Adam would be a reclusive earthbender who probably lives in Ba Sing Se with royalty. He would probably turn his nose up at metalbending and try to stick to the basics and make himself more powerful through earth and stone alone. Edit: He could totally be a lavabender and not realize it.
Belle, Maurice, and Lefou wouldn’t be benders, but they’d make up for that with resourcefulness and knowledge.
Maurice and his wife were members of the White Lotus, but they were found out and attacked. Belle’s mother was killed, but Maurice and Belle managed to escape.
Agathe is another member of the White Lotus, and she found shelter for them in the village. She’s a waterbender who can both bloodbend and heal. Her healing is sometimes said to bring back people from the brink.
Mrs. Potts and Chapeau would be waterbenders.
Plumette, Jean, and Chip would be airbenders, and Plumette would be the most talented.
Cogsworth would definitely be one of those metalbenders that knows every technique in the book and would lord it over lumiere (”I’m more advanced than you” “mon ami we don’t even control the same thing”)
I think Clothilde would be a metalbender too, if not just a regular earthbender
Garderobe and Cadenza are this wicked awesome metalbending duo, but they don’t use their abilities for fighting/defense (unless the situation arises, in that case, watch out). Garderobe uses it to adorn her dresses with specific jewels and other decorations (because on top of being a good singer she’s also a seamstress), while Cadenza uses it to enhance the volume and feeling of the notes on his harpsichord (and because the strings are made of metal, he can totally do that). Bottom line is, they don’t really show off their bending skills because they find more joy in other things, like music and each other.
Gaston and Lumiere would be firebenders, but their thoughts on fire would be completely different. Gaston thinks that fire’s the element of power, and that firebenders should be feared and loved for their abilities, and Lumiere believes that fire is something that is there to offer warmth, comfort, and defense against dark times. Gaston thinks it’s destructive. Lumiere only wants to light the way (and do awesome firework shows, b/c that’s what Be Our Guest would be tbh).
I kinda feel like Stanley could be a firebender too, but Lefou teaches him that he doesn’t have to use his abilities just for fighting.
The whole thing takes place in Ba Sing Se and the surrounding districts. The villagers live in one of the poorer districts where there aren’t that many benders, but they’ve proven to be self-sufficient with what they have. Maurice is an artist that sells his wares, gets lost, and taken prisoner by Adam, who’s not cursed, but is instead cruel and very reclusive; he’s afraid of the outside world because Agathe told him that danger would come specifically for him if he didn’t clean up his act. Adam didn’t believe her, and several attempts were made on his life by the other villages, so he went into isolation, and people more or less forgot about him.
And so the story continues like usual, except there is no curse, but some other reason why the servants are confined to the castle. Belle starts to teach Adam more and more about the outside world, telling him that it’s actually not that bad. And Adam begins to warm up to her, but then after Belle goes to visit her father, Gaston leads an uprising against the palace, seeing that Belle cares for Adam more than Gaston. Adam and Gaston have this really epic fight on the rooftops that’s pretty evenly matched until Gaston reveals that he knows the lightning technique, and downs Adam with a few wild attacks. He would have done more, but one of them ricochets and sends him flying off the roof to his death. Belle arrives soon after, and Adam’s on the brink of death, but Agathe sees that Adam has changed and will be better to his people and revives him.
The second Gideon’s feet touched the water he started screaming and a quite flustered Belle pulled him back up again, setting him on her hip. Storybrooke’s indoor community pool had advertised for toddler swimming lessons and she had jumped at the opportunity to sign him up. Even though she was excited, her husband had held back. When she had questioned why, he had narrowed his eyes at her.
“You don’t have bath duty, Belle,” he said, “He’s terrified of water.”
“Then that’s even more of a reason to sign him up,” she had snapped back.
“To torture him?”
“No, to make him get over his fear.”
“He’s a toddler, Belle!”
This had led to a very lengthy argument that allowed their son time unsupervised to make the living room a complete mess and they both cleaned up the toys in a stewing silence. The next day, she went out and bought a pretty blue bikini for herself and small swimming trunks for Gideon. Rumple had not been happy. As she recalled the memory she looked to where Rumple sat at the poolside. Although it was humid in the large room, he was still wearing his three-piece suit and had not bothered to take off his over coat. It was fanned out, draping gracefully over the sides of the plastic lounge chair. His hands were folded over his stomach and his eyes, which Belle knew were observing her fail, were hidden behind round sunglasses.
Gideon was staring at the water, his imagination running wild. Sharks, water serpents, those nymphs Mama had read him a story about, and mermaids. Anything could be hiding in that deceptively clear water, and the toddler wasn’t having it.
Ready for another try, Belle lowered herself to the concrete pool side, letting her legs dip into the water. She shifted Gideon so he was on her lap. His brown eyes, ones identical to those she could feel watching her from the plastic chair.
“Alright, Gideon,” Belle said softly, “let’s try this again.” Gideon, who thought his mother would have gotten the message from his previous scream, was very surprised when he suddenly found the lower half of his body submerged in water.
“No!” He said the word like he was on fire, provoking several strange looks from other people in the pool. Belle brought him back to her lap, hugging him to her, but Gideon knew she was just going to try and do it again, so he struggled against her.
“No,” he said again, this time with more of a whine.
“Gideon,” his mother’s voice held a warning, “your swimming lessons start tomorrow, you have-”
This was new information to the toddler, and not news he liked. Swimming lessons? Did this woman not understand him at all?
With this inner-monologue, he squirmed harder and was able to slip under her arm and away. He was very aware of his mother chasing him, but somehow he managed to stay ahead.
Rumple saw this transpire and felt a small smile appear on his lips. He swung his legs to the side of the lounge chair and grabbed Gideon’s towel; he bent down and spread it out just in time for his son to run into it.
He stood as he picked Gideon up. Belle was close behind, looking like she was ready to fight someone. Rumple kissed his son on the head and the toddler wrapped his arms around his papa’s neck.
“He’s scared of the water, Belle,” Rumple said, voice low and husky, “don’t push it on him.”
Belle, however, had an idea. She moved into him, sliding an arm around her husband’s waist and setting her head gently on his shoulder. She was face to face with her son, whose head was on the other shoulder, and she smiled. She raised a hand and stroked his soft hair.
“Sweetheart,” she said, “would you get in the pool if Papa got in with you?”
She felt Rumple’s whole body go rigid. He was silently praying to whatever deity would listen that his son didn’t like this idea. However, Gideon didn’t hear this prayer and he nodded vigorously, a giant smile stretching his small features.
Mama didn’t any magic, but Papa did. Papa would protect him from the serpents, mermaids, nymphs, what have you….
A grin spread across Belle’s face, “Yeah?”
“Yeah!” Gideon said with so much enthusiasm that Rumple knew his fate had just been sealed.
“Belle, there are people here,” he said, trying to free himself.
The corner of Rumple’s nose twitched, “So, no one wants to see me in swim trunks.”
Belle bit her bottom lip and rose onto her tiptoes, placing a delicate kiss on his cheek, “I do.”
He looked from his wife, who was displaying oddly hungry eyes, to his son, who looked like he was in pain from watching his parents’ affection. Under both of their gazes he melted.
“Alright,” he sighed, “Let’s go buy me a swim suit.”
If you’ve been following me for any significant period time you know about Belle, my dog since I was 13. You may also know that for the past 3 years she’s been struggling with a white blood cell disease that commonly affects Shelties. Well, Belle finally passed last night at 8 PM, there was no pain and she was with my parents at the time, in my mother’s arms. She couldn’t have asked for a better way to go. My only regret, as with everyone who has lost someone, is that I didn’t get to see her one last time.
If i’m inactive, this is why. I hope you can remember her as fondly and brightly as I did.
I’ve seen a lot of hullaballoo about Belle’s dress in the
new BEAUTY AND THE BEAST movie—it’s not historically accurate, it’s too plain,
etc. While I agree that from a purely aesthetic standpoint, it’s not my
favorite gown, from a CHARACTER perspective, I think it’s perfect.
There’s a lot of talk about Belle being ‘odd,’ but the old
animated movie doesn’t really explore that. The new movie shows more of Belle’s
personality as someone who approaches things in her own way, who is creative,
who genuinely does come off as a little different. Look at her other costumes in
the movie. She almost certainly makes her own clothes- look at her quirky,
practical village dress, with the tucked-up skirt so that she can be more
active, or the whimsical flower embroidery on her brown traveling cloak.
We all saw Belle get frustrated by the giant frou-frou
dresses that Madame de Garderobe tries to put on her (she literally escapes from under them). I would not be surprised
if Belle cut and sewed up one of those old dresses to make one that fit her size,
her style, and her desire for free movement. She’s lived in a village her whole
life—she knows nothing about the high fashion of her time—but she knows what
she likes and what she imagines. The dress is very light, flowy, and if you
look closely, the layers of the skirt aren’t hemmed, they’re cut off. Her ear cuff and the
simple lines of the dress don’t look like 18th century France, but
they do look like Belle.
Maurice says about Belle’s mother, “I knew a girl who
was so different, so daring, so ahead
of her time that people mocked her until the day they found
themselves imitating her.”
Belle is ahead of her time, and she creates her own style.
Just look at her gorgeous wedding gown at the end of the
movie. This is not an 18th century ballgown, and it’s VERY different
from the dresses that the Prince’s guests wear at the beginning of the movie.
This is a Belle creation, too.
I actually want to delve into this ‘ahead of her time’
concept a little more. This movie is very obsessed with the concept of ‘time.’
From the giant clock tower on the palace to the clock character to the falling
rose petals that measure the fleeting time until the curse is permanent, to the
way the villagers all instantly snap into action the second the clock strikes,
the idea of time and schedule is everywhere. The songs all talk about “tale as old as time,” ‘forever,’ etc.
Belle resists that. She’s the
first one awake before the rest of the village springs into motion, singing
about how every day is like the one before. She talks the Beast out of trapping
Maurice in the castle “forever,” and then later, gets out of that ‘forever’
herself. The rules about the curse even change when the Enchantress transforms
the dead Beast back into a living Prince when Belle says “I love you” after the
time limit has run out. When she reads books, she likes to be ‘transported’ to
other places and times. Belle defies time, while the villagers and the Beast
are all defined by it.
When we first meet the Prince, he is fascinated by fashion,
and everyone who surrounds him is dressed in the height of style—of their time
period. His castle is a monument of Baroque art and over-the-top modern style—and
he appreciates none of it. There is so much detail and so much beauty
surrounding him that he’s become completely blind to it. Belle changes that.
She shows him the beauty in everything around him, re-introduces him to what
makes his castle gorgeous all over again. In that famous ballroom scene, the
ballroom is incredibly ornate, but the Beast is focusing only on her, in her
simple, bright gown as a focal point. She’s given him something to focus on,
symbolically and literally.
When Belle comes down the stairs in a dress that’s
completely her own style, the Beast doesn’t sneer at her unfashionable dress
the way he would have before the curse—he’s in awe of her beauty.
And because of all of that, I think Belle’s dress is perfect.