‘fae’ range from anything like goblins and imps to the little pixies with the wings that everyone associated with fairies to the seven-foot tall members of the royal courts. some even consider the banshee to be fae. (also trolls, gnomes, elves, djinn, dwarves, leprechauns, will-o-wisps, etc.)
some think the fae are evil, some think they are fallen angels, but most are considered to be a chaotic neutral force. some might call this ‘whimsically evil.’
honey makes them drunk.
iron poisons them, as it does many magical beings.
some were-creatures were probably just fae in disguise, since fae can assume any form.
they sometimes lure humans with music that makes them want to follow and dance. they have to dance for what feels like a year and a day but it actually only seconds.
true names of the fae have power over them. they often use aliases when dealing with non-fae.
some people are gifted with fae sight, which allows them to see the fae and also sometimes peeks into the future through their dreams.
cats hate the fae, and the fae hate them back.
iron horseshoes over the door can act as a fae deterrent.
they sometimes kidnap human children and leave their own children or elderly behind. these are called changelings.
fae are generous with gifts, especially for polite people, but prefer gifts in return.
that being said, better to avoid accepting gifts. you probably don’t have enough to pay them back. by saying ‘thank you,’ you acknowledge that a gift was given and that you now owe something in return. being indebted to the fae = bad time
fae can’t lie, but truth and honesty aren’t always the same.
asking for a favor will cause offense. make it seem like it’s their idea to help you.
most things offend them, actually.
some fae can smell a lie. there’s no way of knowing which ones unless they tell you.
fae use ‘glamour’ to hide their appearance or habitations around humans. ‘glamour’ can be gifted for use by humans.
it’s better for fae to have half-breed children than no children at all, so relationshops with humans are fine. it just rarely works out fine for the human.
When I was trying to come up with a stage name, I thought ‘Lord’ was super rad, but really masculine—ever since I was a little kid, I have been really into royals and aristocracy. So to make Lord more feminine, I just put an ‘e’ on the end! Some people think it’s religious, but it’s not.
Rapunzel just became the first Disney Princess to do this, and it’s a big deal
You know how the Disney fairy tale goes: Boy meets girl, one of them happens to be royalty, there’s a bad guy to be fought, the hero wins, and everyone lives happily ever after — yay!
That’s been the norm since the very, very beginning of Disney Princesses. Each princess — whether in their “main” movie, or one of their straight-to-VHS movies — has always, eventually, gotten married to their respective prince*, and then lived happily ever after. Except for Rapunzel.
Rapunzel just became the first Disney princess to straight-up reject a marriage proposal.
So while, yes, we already know that somewhere down the road Rapunzel and Flynn Rider Eugene Fitzherbert get married and live happily ever after, it was not smooth sailing for them.
During Tangled: Before Ever After, Eugene decides he wants to propose to Rapunzel, and does so in front of the whole royal court. Instead of saying yes, Rapunzel says no.
TBH, didn’t realize Disney Princesses could say no to marriage proposals, because we’ve never seen it happen before. This is kinda a big deal. We’re used to seeing this when it comes to the end of Disney movies:
We’ve never seen a princess hightail it away from a suitor, just leaving him hanging there, diamond ring still in hand.
Later on in the movie, Rapunzel (now with her magical hair again — it’s a long story) explains to Eugene that she is not ready to be tied down yet (!!), and he apologizes to her for putting her on the spot with the proposal in front of everyone (!!!).
“I don’t quite understand why you said no, but I promise to do everything I can until I do,” Eugene tells her. Honestly, this is groundbreaking because we have never seen a Disney Princess go through relationship troubles before. Disney Princesses are JUST LIKE US!
It’s clear that Rapunzel and Flynn are not done, and are not breaking up. However, she just asks that they table the marriage proposal for the time being, and asks Eugene to “please…be patient with me.” (It is worth pointing out at this point that Rapunzel spent the first 18 years of her life locked up in a tower, and has only now just reentered the real world and is still getting used to everything. Girl still isn’t even wearing shoes. So yeah, rushing into a marriage is not the best idea ever.)
As Disney princesses continue to evolve and change over time, Rapunzel just became the latest one to break the mold we’re so used to. While she’s certainly got that ~fairy tale~ love, for her, it’s not coming easy. Relationships are hard work, and it’s not just riding away into the sunset in a horse-drawn carriage with a man you just met.
Blondie, take as much time as you need to figure out what YOU want in life, and if marrying Eugene is part of it, then we’re so happy for you two. But if you’d much rather scale the city’s walls and run as far away as possible, that is perfectly fine, too. Go figure out what you want for your next new dream — no relationship pressure, whatsoever.
The court of a monarch, or at some periods an important nobleman, is a term for the extended household and all those who regularly attended on the ruler or central figure.
It can also refer to the physical residence of the monarch where the court resides or a series of complexes.
The court of the monarchy would gather in the throne room.
In the largest courts, the royal households, many thousands of individuals comprised the court.
These courtiers included the monarch or noble’s camarilla and retinue, household, nobility, those with court appointments, bodyguard, and may also include emissaries from other kingdoms or visitors to the court.
Foreign princes and foreign nobility in exile may also seek refuge at a court.
So I bring to you just some of the many roles of the traditional royal court.
Wah! I assume you mean fic or headcanon? Not sure. Let’s go with something in between coz I haven’t had coffee yet so please excuse errors in this piece.
KLance for breakfast, why not? :D
Six Unreasonable Things He Hated About The Altean Prince And The Seventh Thing That Made Sense
1. Keith hated Lance’s—Prince Lance’s, as he often corrected himself, urgh—Keith hated his royal pain in the ass’ horrible sense of schedule or lack thereof. He never had a schedule when coming to the woods and Keith had to fucking figure it out on his own when the prince would decide to just leave the castle go on a stroll. Or skinny dip. Or hunt rodents. Or let the trees cast its leafy shadows on his face illuminated by the quietly greeting sunlight peeking from the gaps between the branches as he quietly slept near the lake. Not that Keith had any opinion of that particular scene playing out.
2. Keith hated that Lance thought slipping past his bodyguards to go wherever or do whatever was cool. It wasn’t. Dangerous was what it was. What did he think the crown was paying his bodyguards for if not to protect him? What if something happened to him? What if he got kidnapped? What if he tripped on his own stupidity and fell off a cliff? While it was true that nothing of the sort had come close to happening, Keith wasn’t taking any chances. So he kept watch.
3. Keith hated how Lance was bad at hunting. Well, not especially bad but just not good enough for Keith’s standards. There were far better ways to hold a dagger and more efficient ways to lay out a trap. Even Galra children knew this and… And holy hell, has no one told the prince that it was a bad idea to hide with his ass sticking out like that, the idiot? The big stupid Altean idiot. Why was Keith still looking!?
4. Keith hated how Lance lied about not bringing a gun when he went to the woods despite having the best aim in possibly all of Altea. His reason was that he wanted a challenge and guns would make hunting lose its challenge. The truth was that
the guards had been so alert with his escaping shenanigans that escaping with guns had went from “can do if done right” to “nope, they have detectors now”. Had Lance never heard of slingshots, though?
5. Keith hated that Lance was bad with daggers and swords. His swings were often too wide and too wild and his footwork was passable at best that Keith’s Galra upbringing were starting to make alarm bell noises. Lance was tall, lean, and fit. With constant and diligent training and exercise, handling blades wouldn’t be a chore. Keith would teach him but the opportunity had never presented itself and Keith wasn’t in any position to be making opportunities for them. Or him. Not them. There was no “them”.
6. Keith hated how Lance needed to go back home, back to the castle surrounded by sturdy walls, patrolled by guards, no longer visible from the forest where Keith lived.
7. Keith hated being a nobody stalking the Altean Prince Lance like this.
They weren’t friends. Not even acquaintances. Lance didn’t know he existed.
He wasn’t Lance’s bodyguard,
wasn’t a knight secretly hired to keep him safe, wasn’t part of his royal court anything. He wasn’t patriotic of any sort, wasn’t a diplomat and had no dreams of being so, and he sure as hell wasn’t looking up to the prince like he would an idol but… But Keith saw him one day. Randomly. Out of chance. The Galra was hunting for food and he found an Altean prince instead.
If it wasn’t for the crest on his shoulder, Keith wouldn’t even know Lance was a prince at first sight because Keith thought royalty was supposed to look, er, royal. And Lance was nothing but happy-go-lucky sunshine that had Keith waiting in the forest every morning just to see if the Altean Prince managed to slip by his guards and run to have his little “adventures” again. He’d learned his name from one of the guards who found the prince sleeping under a tree and fuck if Keith didn’t stab that large armored stranger if his Galra senses had been a second late in realizing that this creature wasn’t a threat.
That’s when Keith properly realized the gap. Lance was an Altean Prince. And Keith… Keith was just some random Galra who had illegally migrated to Altea, finding refuge in a random god damn forest. Finding Lance was purely out of chance and Keith should be thankful. Any more than that was too much to ask.
But the first time Lance didn’t come to the woods for more than a week straight, Keith was this damn close to breaching the castle walls to get to the bottom of everything. What happened? Where was he? Was he sick? Did he die? Did he trip on a rock and die? Did something go wrong when he escaped and he died? Did he get kidnapped and die?
So Keith promised himself and any divinities who would possibly hear his prayers if they existed that he’d stop being a creep in exchange for Lance being okay. That he’d either man up and introduce himself or just straight out stop stalking.
But Lance showed up the next day and everything went back to “normal”. They were back to Lance coming to the forest at least once a week and Keith watching him do whatever. But only from afar. Forever from afar.