I need more people to follow.. If you post/reblog any of these shows please reblog this post!
Rick and Morty
Osom///atsu-s/an (I’m blmatsu friendly)
Mo//b psyc/ho 100 (I’m reimob friendly)
So//uth P/ark (I’m kyman friendly)
Bendy and the ink machine
Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid
We Bare Bears
Anything with Yoshi/Luigi
Yuri on Ice
Lego batjokes (Lego batman movie version)
With season one over things will probably get slow soon, at least until we (hopefully) get a season two. I still have plenty of posts queued up and will reblog some classic ones again, but after a while there won’t be much to post, so this is a head’s up.
In case you still want to find me or see more posts of dragon maid and other shows, my main blog is @carnival-phantasm
how about andrew and akko as parents, i just want to see them with cute little kids
She walked in the mansion, lightly closing the door. She placed her witch hat down on a ebony table accompanied by family photos. She untied her hair that was in a tiny bun, letting lose her brown hair that now reached her shoulder.
“Good evening Lady Hanbridge” greeted Edna, the main maid in the house carrying a basket of clothes that belonged to her sons.
“Here let me take it. I’m going upstair anyway, go rest up Edna” smiled Akko as she reached for the basket and Edna return the smile happy to get her much deserved break. Akko smile grew bigger as she began to hear her children. The closest seems to be Kiki’s voice. Akko approach the playroom’s door and took a small peak.
“More tea, Papa Paul?” asked Kiki wearing her own customized witch hat given by her grandpa.
“Yes, please. Should we also ask the other guest?” Paul Hanbridge moved his cup toward Kiki and motion the stuffed animals in the other chairs. Akko quietly giggle to herself and continued her walk. Who know stern politician, Paul Hanbridge, would be such a softie wearing a pink fuzzy scarf and a tiara. Who knew what and thank goodness for his change of heart. Whenever he comes to visit, it feels like a stampede of horses running from how much the triplets scream to see Papa Paul.
A sweet melody became stronger as she approached a room down the hall. The tempo switched to more jazzy and she could hear Harry laughing like no tomorrow. Her little Beethoven following the path his husband couldn’t. She decided to also take a small peak.
“Dad, I like the second one more than the first song you played. How do I put it? It feels like a firework” Harry told his father as he spread his arms as if trying to demonstrate a ‘Boom’ of a firework. Andrew ruffles his son’s hair that shared the same color as his and gave a laugh. He was definitely Akko’s son.
“Dad! You are messing with my hair.” he moved his Dad and badly tried to fix his hair.
“Your hair was a mess to begin with.”, he showed his son a strand of grass he found while giving his trademark smirk. Harry looked at the grass and took it from his dad’s hand.
“ I never had that.” countered Harry.
“If you say so champ, keep lying and your nose is going to grow.” Andrew joked as he turned his attention back to the piano. Harry examined his nose to make sure his dad was lying. Noticing his dad’s posture, he got the hint to continue playing the piano. Akko rolled her eyes, typical of Andrew to tease. When she look back through the slightly open door, her husband was looking right at her. No matter how old they got, his eyes always have the same effect on her. Andrew noticing his wife’s attitude he gave a wink and mouthed a word that sent Akko to turn and continue her path with a glowing red face.
“Dad, was someone here?” asked Harry noticing his Dad wasn’t looking at the piano.
“Just a small bunny who hopped along. Now why don’t we see how have we can both play?” he answered his son’s question while smirking at the door. He then turned away and began a playful duet with his son.
“Stupid Andrew and his winks.” mumbled Akko as she walked flusteredly toward her children’s room. She saw the light was on as she walked in. She spotted a small head under the bed. Akko’s face turned to a gently smile seeing her son hiding. Something must be up she thought.
“James, are you okay?” Akko asked him as she sat next near him on the colorful carpet. James looked up too see his mom. He shook his head and came out of his hiding spot.
“ I was just thinking, mama” he said quietly and Akko carefully adjusted his glasses.
“What about sweetie? She got up to begin putting the cloths away.
“Business, mama.” James got up as well to help his mother.
“Sometimes you scare me talking like an adult.” she laugh and her youngest son just gave a smile.
“Well, I will be an adult mama.” hearing James say that Akko halted and scooped him up.
“But you”ll always be my baby” she gave him kisses on the check and swinging him as if he were still a newborn.
“Ah, mama! Stop it!” soon his protest became giggles. Akko giggled along with her son’
“James I love you and remember magic comes from the heart.”, she told him as she placed him down. James placed his hand near his heart and looked at his mama with twinkling eyes. Did she know? Was a thought that crossed his mind. He looked up at his mama who gave him her energetic wink.
“Shiny Chariot would always say it and trust me that those words go a long way” she beamed proudly and James returned the huge smile. If his mama did find out, he knew she would be thrilled about it. However he would have to wait for the ideal time because as his dad had said before , there is always a precise time to do things. They both continue putting away the cloths before a yell interrupted them.
“Dinner is ready!” yelled Harry. James seeing his brother ran out of the room to race with him.
“Whoa, careful buddy” spoke Andrew who was almost pushed by the kids as he made his way to get Akko.
“Madame”, he bowed down acting extra gentlemanly to wish Akko giggled and grabbed her skirt to return to courtesy.
“Who knew you were so cheesy.” Akko giggled as she grabbed her husband’s hand. “Only for you” his voice became husky and he gave Akko a light kiss on the check before interlocking fingers with her. Akko once more became red and gave Andrew a glare that didn’t last long. They were both laughing as they continued their way to the dining room.
Yes, she was happy and couldn’t ask for more in life.
Hi, I’m requesting a James March imagine where Y/N is a ghost too and she worked with Miss Evers as a maid before she accidentally fell down the stairs and died. She and James have always had a thing for each other, but she hates that he’s so obsessed with Elizabeth that he doesn’t even treat her the way he used to and she starts spending more time with Donovan and James doesn’t like it. And you can take it from there: pretty please write this.
I still remember the day I died like it was yesterday. I
don’t remember dying, I don’t remember the pain of the broken bones I suffered
from my fall down the hotel stairs. I don’t even remember the period in which I
went from being human to a ghost. But regardless of how I got here I along with
many others now call the Hotel Cortez a permanent residence.
This hotel has been my home for close to one hundred years
now since my fall in 1928 and I have loved every second of it. I used to work
alongside the owners main maid but after my fall I decided to enjoy my time in
the hotel and he let me step down from my job even though Hazel, his main
worker, still serves him to this day despite the fact that they died around the
same time I did.
James was a kind man often described as manipulative and
malevolent by others but he never did wrong by me so I trusted him implicitly.
After all he is my former employer and we do have to spend eternity together whether
we like it or not so it’s for the best that we get along and don’t hold our
dark tendencies against each other. To be honest I almost loved watching James
kill. It gave me a different kind of thrill to see him take the life of another
“Hello Y/N, how are you on this fine day?” James asked
waltzing up behind you as you were talking to Liz at the bar.
“Well I’m very good James.” I smirk turning to face him, “and
“Better now that I’ve found you my dear.” He smiles and turns
to Liz to order a drink. James and I have always been rather close and most
people in the hotel assumed that it would lead to something more which it had
on many occasions but his ex-wife Elizabeth was always an issue that pushed us
apart. She didn’t directly forbid our relationship progressing but James had an
obsession with her still and I couldn’t get past the fact that no matter how
long he didn’t have her in his arms he was still fixated on her.
“So my dear what would you say about having dinner with me in
my room on Thursday?” James asked suddenly snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Of course.” I blush, “I would love to.”
James smirks before walking off and I’m left once again with
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” she says, “He’s still
obsessed with the countess I just don’t want him to hurt you again.”
“Don’t worry about it Liz it’s just dinner, his infatuation
with Elizabeth can’t possibly interfere with that could it.” I reply but I
don’t even completely believe the statement myself.
Thursday came quicker than I anticipated and I eagerly got
ready for the dinner James had invited me to. I put on the most elegant blue
dress I own along with my favourite pair of black heals and diamond earrings. I
left my room and walked down the hall until I got to James’ room which was only
a few doors down from mine. I knocked on the door and waited for over a minute
until it was yanked open and Ms Evers appeared on the other side.
“Hazel, may I come in?” I say stepping towards her but she
moves to block my path.
“I’m afraid Mr. March is rather busy Y/N.” she says in a
voice I recognize from when she’s trying to hide something from me.
“James is expecting me for dinner Hazel may I please come
in?” I say more insistently and she’s about to object when James’ voice rings
throughout the room.
“Whoever it is Hazel tell them to go away, come back and
serve Elizabeth and I this instant.” He bellows and I look at Hazel in shock
before shoving her out of the way and running into the room to see James and
the countess sitting at the dinner table originally set up for James and I.
“If this is your sick idea of a game James it isn’t very
funny.” I say through gritted teeth as he stares at me in horror.
“Y/N I’m so sorry dear Elizabeth wanted to move up our
monthly dinner because she is getting remarried to Will Drake.” James says in
his defense but I just laugh.
“She’s getting married and you still value your date with her
more than you do your date with me.” I practically scream.
“Can’t we just reschedule dearest?” James starts but I cut
“No, no more rescheduling, no more games. If you don’t wanna
be in a relationship with me then just stop playing games okay? I’m done with
your shit James.” I say and turn to leave slamming the door behind me.
I walk slowly down the hallway half expecting James to chase
me down, but he doesn’t. When I get to the elevator I break down into tears
before punching the button of the first floor. It hurt more that he didn’t come
running after me than it did that he blew me off for an engaged woman that
doesn’t even love him.
I walk sobbing and wiping my tears to the bar and I’m met by
Liz who immediately walks around the bar and engulfs me in a tight hug.
“He blew me off for Elizabeth.” I sob as she just strokes my
hair until I start to calm down and then she sits me down on a bar stool and
returns to the other side of the bar so she can lean over it to talk to me. Liz
has become the most comforting and important person in my life since she first
came to the Cortez. We could tell each other anything and it became my greatest
joy to talk to her so she was the only person that could make me see straight
in this situation.
We talked forever until I stopped crying and I had a few
drinks and that’s when someone else walked stumbling into the bar and sat
directly beside me. He ordered a scotch and that’s when I recognized his voice
and turned slightly to see Donovan looking just as sad as me.
“Why so gloomy?” I say sniffling slightly. He turns my way
and sighs before speaking.
“I just found out Elizabeth is marrying Will Drake,” he says
sighing again, “What have you been crying about?”
“James blew me off for Elizabeth because she is getting
married.” I say tears returning to my eyes, “I guess we both mixed with the
same wrong crowd.
“I guess so.” He chuckles sarcastically before downing his
scotch in one go as I take sips of my drink.
Before long we are both engulfed in partially drunken
conversation about anything and everything in our messed up relationships and
it honestly felt so good to open up to someone who understood the pain I was
“It’s been a hundred years of the same thing with James and
when I told him I wasn’t putting up with it anymore he just sat there.” I say
as I let a tear slip down my cheek. Donovan reaches out a hand to wipe it away
and I look up so I’m properly looking into his eyes.
“The countess changed my life and then she just threw me away
like I meant nothing to her.” He says looking directly into my eyes for the
first time. “I would never hurt you the way that James did because I know how
that feels, to never end up with the person you love.”
Slowly he leans closer and stops just as our noses are
touching, “I would never hurt you like that.” He says again and that’s when I
close the gap between us. Our lips move in perfect sync as he brings a hand to
my waist pulling me closer as we both fight for the passion we’ve been wanting
for so long, finally finding it in each other.
Before I register what’s happening we’ve left the bar and
Donovan slams me against the wall of the elevator as he pushes the floor of my
room before resuming kissing me. His hands find their way to my waist and he
lifts my legs around his waist and proceeds to carry me down the hallway once
we reach my floor. Just as he fumbles the key to unlock the door I hear a door
open down the hallway and spot James and Elizabeth walk out of his room and
stare at us in shock. I give James a wink before the door opens and Donovan
walks us inside.
As soon as we walk in Donovan slams the door and throws me on
the bed and that’s when I stop him.
“You know neither of us actually want this.” I say and he
nods agreeing and sitting beside me on the bed.
“I miss her so bad.” He says and I wrap my hand in his.
“It’s gonna be okay, “I say soothingly, “But their decisions can’t
make us become reckless okay? We need to be here for each other.”
“I think we’ll be good friends.” He smiles with tears welling
up in his eyes as I lay down on the bed expecting him to leave but he doesn’t.
Instead he crawls up beside me and strokes my hair, “I think we could both do
with some company right now.” He says and we both fall asleep wrapped in each
The next morning I wake up with Donovan’s arm wrapped
securely around me and know that I made the right decision the night before. He
slowly wakes up and smiles down at me as soon as he opens his eyes.
“I think I drank too much last night.” I groan reaching
blindly for the glass of water I always order from Liz every night but realize
that in my drunken haze I forgot to ask for it.
“We should go get breakfast, it might help with the hangover.”
Donovan smiles and I get changed out of the constricting dress I somehow slept
in all night into some jean shorts and a t shirt and we walk hand in hand down
to the bar where Liz greets us.
“Boy have I heard about you two.” She says sauntering over to
us, “James and Elizabeth came down here ranting about the fiasco you two pulled
on them last night.”
“They saw us walk into a room id hardly call it a fiasco.”
Donovan says downing a glass of water like it’s the last drink he’ll ever have.
“Well from what they’re saying it sounds like you two had a
fun night.” She smirks and I sigh. If Liz heard about it I can only imagine how
many people we are going to have to explain ourselves to.
“Nothing happened Liz, I swear.” I say and she looks directly
into my eyes, nodding when she knows I’m telling the truth, “I believe you but
I’m not sure she’ll be so forgiving.” She says not even looking up and
gesturing in the direction of someone behind us.
We turn to see Elizabeth standing not too far behind us
waving gesturing for Donovan to come over.
“Good luck.” I say and he smiles and gives me a quick hug
before walking off in her direction and they both walk a little bit away from
“Since when did you two become friends?” Liz asks and I shake
“I don’t even know, it just happened.” I say and she smiles,
“It was good to have someone who understood me to talk to.”
“Since when do I not understand you?” I hear a familiar voice
behind me as I see Liz’s smile drop and she turns around pretending to be busy
but not before giving me an encouraging smile.
“I said I’m done talking James.” I say bluntly without even
“Who said I’m done talking, Y/N?” he says moving to stand
directly behind me, “You don’t just pull stunts like you did last night.”
“Oh, you of all people want to talk about morals?” I scoff,
“remind me of who you were with when you promised me a date?”
“It was a mistake, she was getting remarried you know about
our monthly dinners.” He says but I just laugh at him.
“Save it James. I’m done waiting for you.” I snap and go to
walk away but he grips my arm tightly and yanks me back towards him.
“Get your hands off her!” Donovan yells across the room as he
stomps towards us.
“Who are you to say that? She belongs to me or did you forget
that last night?” James says talking to me just as much as he was Donovan.
“I’m okay I promise.” I say to him and he nods warily before
James literally yanks me toward the elevator and I see Liz go
to object but I give her a grim smile that tells her that I’ll be fine and she
backs off as James shoves me inside the lift.
“James I…” I start but he cuts me off.
“We’ll talk when we get to my room.” He answers bluntly and I
decide it’s not the right time to test him so I keep silent the entire way to
his room. As soon as we step inside he slams the door and forces me to sit down
on a chair at the dining table.
“Do you want to tell me what you were doing with Donovan last
night?” he asks angrily.
“Nothing happened James I swear. We were drunk and we fell
asleep that’s all that happened I promise.” I say begging for his forgiveness.
“It didn’t look like nothing from what I saw.” He says coldly
and I realize how much I must have hurt him.
“I couldn’t go through with it. I thought about you and I
just couldn’t do it.” I say grabbing his hand to really get his attention, “You
have to believe me I didn’t do anything.”
“I believe you.” He says suddenly and I snap my head upwards
to face him in shock.
“Really?” I ask with tears welling up in my eyes and he nods
“I trust you. I love you.” He says so quietly I’m not even
completely sure that I’ve heard it.
“I love you too James I never thought I’d hear you say it
back.” I say quietly and he kneels down so our faces are at the same height as
his eyes grow darker than I’ve ever seen them.
“You’re mine Y/N do you understand that. Don’t you ever
forget that again. I can’t even begin to explain how enraged I felt to see you
with another man.” He grits his teeth angrily and grips my hands tightly.
“That’s called jealousy James.” I laugh and he grows even
“I am not the type of person to become intimidated by another
man.” He demands but I just laugh at him.
“Really? Because what you’re describing sounds a lot like
jealousy.” I laugh again wrapping my arms around his neck and he smirks
pressing his lips to mine and I smile into the kiss.
“How could I be jealous when the girl I love has always been mine?”
He smirks pressing his lips to mine once more. “I’m… not… jealous.”
“I’m not sure I believe you Mr. March.” I whisper and he
looks up at me smirking, “Maybe you should prove it to me.”
James reconnects his lips to mine as I happily lean into him.
This is the first day of a relationship I’ve waited over one hundred years for
and I couldn’t be happier to finally spend forever with the man I love.
This is by far the longest post I’ve written but it is one of my favourite things that I’ve written. Thank you so much to the person who requested this it was so much fun to write and I hope you guys enjoy reading it.
I want to learn more about Romelle by watching the 80s Voltron, but I don't wanna watch the whole series. Could you tell me which episodes I need to watch in order to be in tune with her and her plot?
Hey that’s awesome. Glad to have another Romelle fan in the making. So the episodes you want to watch in this order are:
Episode 17 -My brother the robeast, which covers the story of Romelle, her dad, her brother Bandor and her other brother who is, as the title says, turned into a robeast. This is where you get to know her some what.
Episode 21 -It’ll be a cold day, covers what happened to Romelle as well as the women that were taken with her. Additional funny is the fact that the males in the cast provide the voices of her hand maids, namely the main four pilots.
Episode 39 -The captive comet, which starts out the run for the return of Sven and Romelle to start her plans of escape.
Episode 40 - The Little Prince, Bandor tries to save his sister and Romelle dealing with Rejecting Lotor.
Episode 41 -There will be a royal wedding, which deals with Romelle and Sven’s escape from Lotor and his father.
Episode 45 -One princess to another, Romelle and Sven go back to Planet Doom to gather intelligence on Lotor and his plans. This sort of helps the whole Sven x Romelle romance aspect of the story.
Episode 51 -Lotor the King, this is covering the whole situation with Lotor taking control of the Doom Empire, and Romelle and Sven are doing some guerrilla warfare against Lotor.
Episode 52 -final Victory, Romelle and Sven help Voltron in their fight against Lotor and Romelle gives Sven the weapon which ultimately causes Lotor’s defeat.
Episode 53 -Dinner and a Show, Romelle, Sven and Bandor are working to fix things on Pollux and Bandor starts playing match maker between Sven and his sister.
Episode 60 -Who was that masked man, Romelle is captured as part of an elaborate scheme to trap Allura.
Episode 70 -No muse is good muse, Romelle and Sven help the Voltron force save her brother from being tricked by Merla for Lotor.
And that’s about it. I think in a few other episodes she was seen but not used in any way that was vital to the plot (example, telling Sven to be careful, but he brushes it off because he’s a dork).
So those are all the main episode’s she’s in. Can’t wait to see if they bring her aboard soon. I rather hope they will. :)
stuff that sounded cool in concept: life is strange (time-traveling stuff, bi character, possible f/f relationship), kobayashi’s dragon maid (dragons, possible f/f relationship)
stuff that was absolutely shit in execution: life is strange (either you save the town and let the girl die or you don’t save the town and basically all past choices are just not taken into account period), kobayashi’s dragon maid (all the gross as fuck genderbending shit, lucoa in general, etc etc etc)
if you don't mind can you write something with prince!jungkook falling in love with maid!reader? >////<
//Jumped on this ‘cause I watch waaayy too many historical dramas// ’Cause of the setting (how things would’ve actually gone down at that time), this is obviously going to stretch reality a little bit, but hope you enjoy!!! - Devi ( ⋂‿⋂’)
I woke up to the rays of sunshine beating in through my window. “Shawn?” I said, looking around for my fiancé. I had fallen asleep next to him, as I far as I remember.
“Morning!” Madison walked out of the bathroom of my hotel, rubbing a tiny stain off her white heels.
“What did you do with my boy?” I asked her, raising an eyebrow at her. I tied my messy hair up in a bun.
“It’s bad luck to see your fiancé before the wedding, duh.” She informed me, and I rolled my eyes, laughing. “So, Jack took him back to our room and I spent the night here. Get up, get up! There’s a lot to do!”
I had made Madison my Maid Of Honor, basically my main person. She called in the hair stylist that I had hired and in flooded Maggie, Sierra, Shawn’s sister Aaliyah, his mother, my mother, his aunt, and my grandma. That was quite enough people for one room. I was in the corner getting my hair curled, talking to the stylist. I was so stressed. “It’s a big day, sweetheart, but relax. It all ends up perfect.” My stylist looked at me, smiling.
If the actual importance of this day had hit me right about now, I would probably be crying, maybe eating, probably watching reruns of Four Weddings. I had been on a juice fast for the last two days. In other words, I would eat a stalk of celery like it was the most delicious thing I had ever seen. Hungry was an understatement.
I unzipped the bag in which my dress was being kept. I first pulled on my shoes and then pulled on the dress. It was the kind with the string tie-up in the back, which Sierra helped me with. I earned compliments like crazy, but as the actual event got closer, people’s words were just blurred.
“Why do you cuter than me when I got married?” Madison laughed, pulled me in for a hug, minding my hair. I think it was an instinct for us to watch each other’s hair when we were hugging.
I finally got all dressed up, and as hours passed, people left my room and went outside to set up the scene. I sat in my room, sitting messily on the bed, watching reruns of old TV shows.
Hours passed. 9:00 AM. I was supposed to be getting to the back room to be walked out right now. I couldn’t do it. I could not bring myself to get up. I just sat and thought about every single thing that could possibly go wrong.
The noise of people grew outside my window, it was more of people looking rather than setting up. I overheard a conversation right outside between Cam and Gilinsky. “Everyone’s saying she’s not in her room, did you find her?” Cam asked, a little panic sensed in his voice.
“No, keep looking. I’ll look around, too.” Jack said to him. Cam’s footsteps got farther, before Jack shouted down the hall to him. “Keep Madison busy, she will flip shit if she finds out we’re looking for the bride.”
Jack walked into my room, not expecting to see anything. It was clear, by the look on his face. “Hey, what are you doing here?” He asked me, walking over to the bed.
“I can’t do it.” I look up to him, laying down the honesty. “I can’t bring myself to go down there. Something will go wrong, I can feel it.” I said, drinking the juice I was holding.
Jack thought to himself for a moment before speaking. “Remember at my wedding? Madison broke her leg the day of the wedding so you had to roll her down the aisle and we did the ceremony with her in a wheelchair?” He mentioned.
I nodded, smiling a bit. “Yeah, I remember.” I thought back to that day.
“Didn’t it all end up great, though?” He asked, and I nodded back at him. “What I’m trying to say, is that things can go wrong or things can go perfectly. Either way, it all ends up perfect anyways.” He said. I looked up at him. Jack used his thumb to wipe the brimming tears about to fall from my eyes. “Now, no crying. Shawn is waiting out there for his love. Let’s go, yeah?” He finished, offering his arm to me. I let him walk me down the hallway to the back room. Half way, a freaking-out Madison had spotted us and offered me her arm on the other side. I walked down to the room, earning a bunch of relieved sighs.
Madison kissed Jack as I turned around. Shawn’s friend Geoff was there. “You look great, love.” He smiled, nudging my shoulder.
“Thanks, Geoff.” I said back to him, shaking. He clearly noticed my nervousness.
“Don’t be nervous, it’ll be great. By the way, compared to Shawn, you don’t even look nervous at all.” He laughed, hugging me before walking out to take his seat.
“Aunty!” I heard a little voice from behind me. Little Stella ran up to me, smiling big. I picked her up. “You look so bootiful!”
“Not as pretty as you, girlfriend.” I giggled at her, poking her belly. “You ready to be the flower girl?” She nodded furiously.
“Stella, let’s go. It’s time for you.” She waved to me, as Sierra called her daughter out.
This was it. I was to walk out right after her. I was taking a leap of faith. I had taken leaps before in my life, this just felt like the biggest. The comforting thing was that, when I took the leap, Shawn was waiting on the other for me.
I’m writing a story where the MC lives, cursed and alone, in his family mansion save for one remaining member of staff. I want them to be loyal to MC & feel responsible (at least partially) for the safety and well-being of MC but I don’t really know what roles there would be in a sizeable mansion and which one my staff person should have/have had before the property was cursed, like it needs to be a big enough role that they know MC personally but I’d also prefer if they were the same age as MC?
Well, there are a lot of variables here that are important. Is this person a man or a woman? It matters, because they had different roles in manor houses. Are they young or old? That also matters. Is the story set in modern times or is it historical fiction or fantasy? That matters because roles today would be different than historically, or in a fantasy world modeled after an historical era. Since I don’t know what I’m working with here, I’ll give you possibilities from all angles.
Also, these are just some of the possibilities. I don’t know every single modern and historical manor house position off the top of my head, but hopefully something here will work for you. :)
Historical/Fantasy - Young Male
Pre-Curse: If he’s on the earlier end of the 16-25 age range, he is probably a “hallboy,” also known as the lowest ranking member of male staff. He’s stuck with doing the most disagreeable chores around the manor house, like emptying the chamber pots, carrying up firewood, and shining boots. If he’s in the middle of the 16-25 range, he could be a “footman,” who does everything from serving meals to carrying heavy parcels and luggage up to the family bedrooms. On the older end of the range, he could be “first footman,” who is the highest ranking footman and sometimes does some light butler duty. He could also be a valet, who is the personal attendant of the older male household members.
Post-Curse: After the curse, and as the sole remaining staff member, he would probably slip into the role of butler, but he would basically do everything from keeping the house clean (or as clean as possible under the circumstances,” to cooking and serving meals, and keeping the property well maintained. It would be a pretty big job for one person, so probably things would not be in the best possible shape.
Historical/Fantasy - Older Male
Pre-Curse: If he’s older than 25, he might still be a footman or possibly a chauffeur,coachman, or groom. But the older he is, the more likely he would be a valet or a butler. He might also be the cook, aka chef.
Post-Curse: Butler, as outlined under young male.
Modern Setting - Young Male
Pre-Curse: Landscaper, gardener, pool boy, sous chef, chauffeur, butler if mid-older part of the young range.
Post-Curse: Butler, still.
Modern Setting - Older Male
Pre-Curse: Head chef, butler, banquet manager, landscaper, gardener, driver.
Historical/Fantasy - Young Female
Pre-Curse: On the earlier end of the 16-25 age range, she is probably a scullery maid, which is the lowest ranking female staff member. Like the hallboy, she has the most disagreeable jobs–cleaning pots and pans, sweeping and scrubbing the kitchen floor, stoking the kitchen fire, and filling up the lamps with oil. In the middle or older end of the range, she could be a kitchen maid, who is one step up from the scullery maid. Her main responsibility is to prepare meals for the household staff, assist the cook/chef, and to make sure the scullery maid does her work. She could also be a housemaid, who keeps the house clean, or a lady’s maid, who is the personal attendant of older female household members. If there were ever children, she might have been a nursery maid or governess.
Post-Curse: She would probably appoint herself as the housekeeper, or basically the female equivalent of the butler, and again, she’d pretty much have to do everything, or at least as much as she can.
Historical/Fantasy - Older Female
Pre-Curse: An older female might be the cook, head housekeeper, or a lady’s maid.
Modern Setting - Young Female
Pre-Curse: Sous chef, gardener, pool girl, landscaper, maid, chauffeur, nanny.
Modern Setting - Older Female
Pre-Curse: Head chef, housekeeper, banquet manager, landscaper, gardener, chauffeur.
That just about covers it. Again, not every single possible role, but a lot of the important ones. I hope that helps!
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wait wait wait, did any of the castle staff even know of Elsa's powers? i mean who could've cleaned the ballroom after the accident and unfroze elsa's bedroom multiple times since it was impossible for her back then
I’m pretty sure that Kai and Gerda knew about her powers. Kai kinda was the King’s right hand and Gerda is like the main maid who’s in charge of the other maids working at the castle.
Kai is the man and Gerda is the lady.
Fun Fact about them: Kai and Gerda are the names of the kids on the original fairy tale, The Snow Queen.