she has the most beautiful eyes

gentlesbian  asked:

Can you please do a name aesthetic for my girlfriend of almost 4 years, Haley? She's a butch with long hair and loves video games, pitbulls, cars, and is an game design student. She has these insanely beautiful yellow/hazel eyes. She's just the sweetest, most kind, beautiful person and I love her very much. 💋💕

She sounds darling, truly! I hope this does her justice.💘  (Love your profile pic, by the way. Motor Crush is one of my favs!)

Haley. She’s the loose shrug of shoulders and well-worn denim. She is the grip on the wheel and sun-heated pavement. She is a rough hand, pushing back a sea of hair out of a grinning face. She is small, silver studs in a pink ear and polaroids of memories. She is the powerful running of a dog chasing it’s master. She is the rev of a motor and the runaway lovers, driving off into the sun. She is Haley- the rebel’s heart.

anonymous asked:

Shay always has me shook

she aint real theres no way tha woman is out there breathin and like existin … shes rly one of the most beautiful creatures my eyes hav ever seen in all these years livin in this Hell planet i cant accept tha shes real cause there isnt a logical explanation for tha !

anonymous asked:

Allura pilots the Black Lion and gets annoyed when she finds out Black is hiding something from her. It's even worse when she finds out about Shiro. After some arguing with her, the Lion lets her see it. It's over an hour later when the others come looking for her. She's red faced and flustered. Black was hiding treasured memories of Shiro gushing about 'this most beautiful princess' to her.

i’m not crying i just have an OTP in my eye. please, for your consideration, think of shiro confiding to Black:

  • i just don’t know why she’d sacrifice herself for me. i mean, i’m just… and she’s-!
  • do you think she knows how i feel?
  • she has so much strength, but… it’s nice to know she feels she can be vulnerable about me. because she can, y’know? i want to help her in any way that i can.
  • god, black, i’m really screwed, aren’t i?
  • i mean, i fell in love with a princess who is strictly off limits for so many reasons and…

do any of y'all get that Sapphic Feel when your girlfriend is suddenly the most attractive person on earth? like she’s always been beautiful, but now you’re seeing her beauty clearly for the first time. her hair is soft and bouncy, her curves are voluptuous, she smells divine, and her eyes look like discolored pearls that are somehow more beautiful than real pearls. her laugh is melodic and if you had to choose between listening to music and hearing it for the rest of your life, you know what you’d pick in a heartbeat. it’s long past the honeymoon stage, and your fiery passion for her has dimmed slightly, but somehow you love her more than when you fantasizes about her. it’s like the reigniting of that spark, only softer, warmer, and more brilliant.

but maybe it’s just me.

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the very first time I saw you Harry, I recognized you immediately. Not by your scar, by your eyes. They’re your mother; Lily’s. Yes, I knew her. You mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves. Your father, James, however, had a certain, shall we say, talent for trouble. A talent, rumor has it, he passed onto you. You’re more like them then you know, Harry. In time you’ll come to see just how much.

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Remus John Lupin in The Prisoner of Azkaban.

“The very first time I saw you, Harry, I recognized you immediately. Not by your scar, by your eyes. They’re your mother, Lily’s. Yes. Oh, yes. I knew her. Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others… even, and most especially, when that person could not see it in themselves. And your father, James, on the other hand… He… He had a certain, shall we say, talent for trouble. A talent, rumor has it, he passed on to you.”
Cartoon Criticism Dictionary

(aka phrases I use here to describe very specific things)

Sameface Syndrome: when various female characters all have their faces designed according to the exact same formula, in a way that detracts from the story and is clearly done only to make them “beautiful.” Does not apply to stylistic choices, and does not mean that the characters literally all have the exact same face. Ex. The women in Frozen were designed with major Sameface Syndrome.

Keaneface: currently the most common female face in Western animation, consisting of a heart-shaped face with large eyes and a small, low-placed nose and mouth. Popularized (though not invented) by legendary Disney animator Glen Keane.Ex. Moana has a different body type, but she still definitely has some Keaneface going on.

Girly-Tomboy Compex: when all female characters in a movie or show can be defined as either “girly-girls” (typically feminine clothing and interests) or “tomboys” (actively rallying against feminine clothing and interests, and/or interested in “boy stuff”). Ex. GoGo Tomago and Honey Lemon are pretty much complete stereotypes! They really exemplify the Girly-Tomboy Complex.

Usagi Syndrome: when a female character is criticized for traits that are universally accepted in male characters, such as being annoying, lazy, or gluttonous. Named for the protagonist of Sailor Moon, Tsukino Usagi.Ex. The publisher told me that the protagonist of my novel was too immature for her age. I guess she got hit with Usagi Syndrome.

Girl Power Quota: the practice of having your female character(s) act tough throughout most of the film and/or save the male character(s) at least once, only to suddenly become helpless during the climax.Ex. How come that character who knows kung fu was suddenly incapacitated by someone grabbing her arm? Guess the writers hit their Girl Power Quota.

Strong Independent Woman™: also called the Strong Female Character™. Refers to a method of writing female characters where, instead of giving the character an actual personality, the writer instead makes them “strong” with shortcuts like making them needlessly violent, having them constantly sass others, decrying all typical feminine traits as “weak”, etc.Ex. I was excited that they decided to add a female character to the action hero team, but she was too much of a Strong Independent Woman™ to be interesting. The writers clearly don’t know what women are really like.

Historical Accuracy Fallacy: the claim that it is okay for a story to star mostly white characters because of historical accuracy, even though the story uses fantasy elements that are obviously not historically accurate, not to mention many historical time periods had more POC than we realize.Ex. I got an anon message saying that there shouldn’t be black people in How to Train Your Dragon because the vikings were white, but I guess they were still fine with the dragons! They fell right into the Historical Accuracy Fallacy.

Chipette Principle: making female characters who are essentially exactly the same as the male characters, except with gender signifiers like eyelashes, pronounced lips, the color pink somewhere on their person, or clothing. Coined by Lindsey Ellis. Ex. Classic Disney characters rely way too much on the Chipette Principle, what with Minnie Mouse and Daisy Duck.

Feel free to suggest more!

Happy birthday @fat-fish-in-space! I’m sorry I am late as I was busy with my move.

I hope you like this version of Tarkin; I realised he has a bit of the “pretty eye” syndrome after I inked it. I blame @white-rainbowff for this cos she had a Tarkin with beautiful eyes as her FB pic for the longest time and it most prolly seeped into my consciousness (or I just fail as an artist OTL).

What if after they get back from summer break going into their Sophomore year Nursey sees Dex for the first time and can’t help but make the comment to Lardo “Oh god he is so attractive” and she just chirps him for the whole night and he can’t even say anything cuz he’s just like “look at him. He is objectively beautiful. If I was traveling I would show him off to other tourists and be like look at this guy he is the most attractive American I have ever seen” and his face just goes all heart eyes emoji and the next time they’re drunk together Nursey just can’t handle it and just has to sit down cuz Dex is so damn pretty.

He is just so unchill it’s painful to watch and when Dex spills pie on his shirt and takes it off to go wash it he just walks into a wall. Like face first into a wall. Poor Nursey.

Dating Betty Cooper Would Include...

Requested by four anons

  • Having the cutest, sweetest relationship around
  • Doing cheesy girlfriend things all the time
  • Like seeing a movie and making out in the back of the theater
  • Or baking together and ending up covered in flour
  • Helping each other do your makeup
  • Fixing Betty’s ponytail
  • Staring into each other’s eyes
  • Thinking she has the most beautiful eyes in the world
  • Sharing lots of sweet, cute hugs
  • Betty always surprising you with hugs from behind
  • Cheek kissing
  • Always holding hands when you walk
  • Constant cuddling
  • Betty loving to rest her head on your boobs
  • And wrapping her hands around your waist
  • Sneaking into each other’s rooms because you can’t fall asleep without each other
  • Giving each other massages
  • And foot rubs
  • Surprising each other with little gifts all the time
  • Like chocolate
  • Or jewelry
  • Betty always holding your face between her hands when she kisses you
  • Betty having to get up on her tiptoes to kiss you
  • Kissing each other all the time
  • From normal kissing
  • To making out
  • To sweet nose and forehead kisses
  • Binge-watching your favorite shows all the time
  • Helping Betty with the Riverdale High newspaper
  • Recommending books to each other
  • Loving the way Betty’s face lights up when she talks about something she’s passionate about
  • And one of the things she was passionate about was you
  • Because you were stupidly in love
  • And nothing could ever change that

Ok crazy people, you’ve officially forced me into writing a goddamn meta.

“There was nothing in that letter that implied that caroline has feelings for klaus.”

I understand that Carina is the antichrist and evil incarnate in most people’s eyes, but she’s kind of 100% right. Let’s dissect this for one second before picking up our pitchtforks.

This meta comes to you in three parts.

Part 1: IN THE LETTER

First off, let’s acknowledge that though we know Carina has never liked the Klaroline relationship (the narrative or the chemistry or anything at all really), she was mature enough to put aside her bias and write a damn good letter. Like, she for sure should not have been the one asked to write it, but whatever – it was beautiful and there were no hurtful jabs or references to Mrs. Salvatore or “I mean Cami is obvs way better than you, but here’s $3 million because you’re superficial and all I ever do is give you gifts.”

It was heartfelt and sweet and left the door open for a new story.

And to be really fucking frank you guys, THERE WAS NOTHING IN THE LETTER THAT IMPLIED CAROLINE HAS FEELINGS FOR KLAUS because holy shit that would have been impressive considering Klaus is the one who wrote it, not Caroline, and he’s been inside a wall for like five years. He’s therefore got a less than stellar picture of what Caroline’s emotional state at the current moment probably is - which is why he probably didn’t reference her feelings at all. 

Moreso, Care’s reaction speaks volumes. She’s amused, a little touched, and hopeful. But she didn’t clutch the letter close to her heart while mouthing, “I love you,” so we can’t really say the letter suggests Caroline has feelings for Klaus.

The only thing the letter held was a reminder of Klaus’ own feelings, his promise to wait for her, and a subtle promise of someday

Part 2: CAROLINE’S FEELINGS

Caroline, for all that I love her, never loved Klaus.

She was attracted to him and intrigued by him, and they had a connection. But kids, she never fell in love with him. The Caroline that interacted with Klaus was 18 and wildly naive and more than a little scared of what darkness was inside of her. Klaus pretty much embodied that darkness (but that’s a topic for another meta) so naturally, she was as attracted to it as she was terrified of it.

Part 3: HAS – not had or will have – HAS

It’s arguable what Caroline’s feelings for Klaus were as of 4x23 or 5x11, but she certainly felt something. And then five years passed so to say she still has them is probably a stretch.

Sure, she didn’t have feelings as of 8x16, but I’m pretty sure that girl has got a few centuries of living left to do. Just because she doesn’t HAVE feelings doesn’t mean she never will.

Since 5x11, Caroline has lost her mother, turned her humanity off, forgiven Damon for all that he’s done and actually bonded with him, and cleaned up after Stefan’s rippery bloodbath all before marrying him. 

To say Caroline is still stuck in that black and white view of the world is a serious misunderstanding of the journey her character has been on for the past 4 years. 

Did she ever love Klaus? No. Can she in the future? Hell yes.


We’re never going to love what Carina has to say about Klaroline because there’s just too much bad blood there. We’ve been Pavlov’d into instantly anticipating a lash of cruelty whenever she brings them up, which is as understandable as it is discouraging. 

But let’s try to be thoughtful about language and how we communicate.

Love you nerds.

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     Do not worry too much about me, but if I dared, 
                   I would like to follow the one who has been my very life.


Elizabeth Alexeievna was distinguished by a soft, melodious voice, and a beautiful oval face, with delicate features, a Greek profile, large almond-shaped blue eyes and curly ash blond hair, which she usually left floating on her shoulders. With an elegant figure, regal carriage and a beautiful angelic face, she was regarded by contemporaries as one of the most beautiful women in Europe and probably the most beautiful consort at that time.

anonymous asked:

is pidge trans? im pretty sure the character still used he pronouns after telling the group about their past, but i think you called pidge your beautiful daughter. no offense just curious xx

What has been confirmed is that Pidge is a girl. After Pidge comes out to the group that she is a girl, they stop referring to her by male pronouns, unlike how they had before she came out.
In the fifth episode of the second season, “Eye of The Storm” Coran refers to the Paladins as “gentlemen” and then “gentlelady” referring to Pidge, (since Allura was not in the wormhole generator with them).
Lance- Wait, Coran! How dangerous is this?
Coran- Honestly, this is the most dangerous thing I’ve ever seen, or heard of, but since we’re probably going to die anyway, what the heck, let’s give it a shot! Good luck, gentlemen and gentlelady.
It’s been a pleasure.

* “This is the first incarnation of Pidge and the first full-time pilot of the Green Lion to be a girl. Lauren Montegomery was the one who insisted that Pidge should be a girl to show how a female character could occupy the space usually given to male characters with nothing in the story needing to change.”

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“So this last beautiful girl that I’m going to introduce has the most beautiful emerald eyes in all of the world and she has a wonderful mind and she says great intelligent things, and she’s always there for you when you need her. Lauren jauregui!” - camila cabello

There’s this new girl in my English class and she’s so funny and cute?? She walked in and immediately my eyes followed her, I couldn’t look away.

She’s has such handsome dark skin and has the most gorgeous a-little-past shoulder length dreads?? And she must have gotten them highlighted or something because the ends are colored this very stunning amber while the rest is a dark brown?? They bring out her wonderful eyes.

She was wearing heavy jeans and boots with a thick hoodie?? And came in so confidently without a care in the world that she’d completely rejected our cishet society’s idea of womanhood?? And was so comfortable in her beautiful GNC self???

She kept making all these funny jokes and passionately spoke about the children who are homeless and abused who need protection in reference to her essay??

And she speaks her mind without a need for male approval/prompting, but had no problem amending herself if necessary?? And I always make jokes to myself under my breath and she laughed at all the ones she heard?? And I all of hers???

I couldn’t stop looking over at her and every time I did she was already looking at me!! And would grin real big!!! And I was grinning and blushing and it was great!!! It happened like ten times!! I’m such a lesbian and I love girls!!

Gonna write out some of my Ninjago headcanons:

- Kai is always warm, he never gets cold no matter what the weather is. His emotions also change his body temperature

- When Kai is mad his body gets too hot to touch

- Jay shocks anyone he touches unintentionally. It has lead him to avoid physical contact because people always get angry when he shocks them

- Zane goes on walks by himself in beautiful locations all around ninjago so that Pixal can see them since she no longer has a body of her own

- Cole asks Zane for cooking lessons. They meet occasionally when there isn’t trouble in ninjago. The rest of the group taste tests the dishes

- Lloyd usually doesn’t get much sleep during the night. Most of the time its because of nightmares, but other times he just lays in bed for hours and can’t fall asleep for no apparent reason. This leaves him with dark circles under his eyes

- Some nights if Lloyd can’t sleep he will go out and train 

- Jay loves to braid hair. Usually he braids Nya’s or Cole’s because they have the best hair for braiding

- If any of the ninja has an especially bad nightmare they will go into one of the other ninja’s bed and sleep with them. All the ninja are very understanding and know that the life can be frightening at times

- Zane and Jay share a love of birds. Jay is fascinated by the fact that they can fly and Zane just likes birds a lot 

El Byers does not look at the world with childlike wonder and an open mouth. She looks at it with lock-jawed determination, with open eyes that absorb the beauty in all things, both big and small. In abject horror at all of the bad, and resilience in the face of thus. Most of all she looks at it with love. With passion. A passion for the good, a passion to build and grow and thrive. El Byers is not some wide-eyed toddler. She is a powerful, wonderful human with a big heart and a brilliant mind. Do not make her out to be any less than that.

She has the most beautiful heart. She has the most amazing soul. Her brain is so brilliant. Her eyes alone could create world peace. Her laugh could make anyone the happiest person alive. Her smile could light up the darkest room. Everything about her is simply stunning. It’s impossible not to fall for her.
—  She’s perfect

mulderswatch  asked:

ur post really opened my eyes so consider: both marius and cosette are trans. nothing is different at all everyone still goes on for pages about how cosette is the most beautiful girl in the world and they still get a [mostly, all their friends are dead so] happy ending.

holy shit u have opened my eyes to a whole new world i never even knew

consider this:

  • valjean doesn’t know much about how to help his daughter but he spends weeks learning to sew so he can make her dresses until she has the confidence to buy them in stores
  • he teaches her to sew so she can sew her own dresses too :) the doll dress is the first one she made herself (well…..the first fit to wear in public that she made, cosette is a fast learner but there were a few Interesting outfits during the learning curve)
  • when marius leaves his grandfather he buys an ill-fitting outfit and overcoat and just….wears those nonstop until he meets courf and courf’s like “…..ohmygod you poor boy here take these they’re last season and they’ll fit your scrawny ass”
  • both of them are very nervous to tell each other bc they’ve lost so much and don’t want to lose each other too but obviously both of them are like “!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you too????” and they’re overjoyed
  • they made each other’s wedding clothes
  • they comfort and are there for each other in everything, in loss and dysphoria and marius is always there to literally cry over how beautiful cosette is and cosette is always there to fawn over how handsome marius looks
The Desert Sun was Never Cold

There are many stories told of princesses, each described as the most elegant, the most beautiful princess who had ever lived. None of these stories are true, for the most beautiful princess who ever lived is, without a doubt, the desert Princess Sun.

From the moment Sun was born she has been graced with the gift of beauty, her skin is black and pure, her dark hair thick and coiled, eyes so brown you would believe they were born of the earth, and kissed by the sun with flecks of gold.

As Princess Sun grows, so too does her beauty and grace, sun gifted vitiligo on her skin growing and strengthening as she ages. Strangers travel the harsh desert of her homeland just to gaze upon her, and bring gifts to earn her favour. All those who come wish to be the one to receive a royal kiss from the Princess’ own perfect lips.

Sun is kind and gracious, she will offer food, drink and shelter to those who travel to greet her, but never will she offer a kiss. Some will plead and beg, others bargain and bribe, but not a single soul is able to pry the much yearned kiss from the lips of the world’s most beautiful princess.

“It is a silly tradition,” Sun will tell her servants, “A kiss will not heal them of their weariness, a kiss will not fill their bellies or dry their parched mouths. I offer them something they should value far more for their efforts and still they remain stubborn for the touch of my flesh upon theirs. I refuse to take part in such a useless exchange.”

A palace guard risks his life for hers and is refused a kiss, but offered medicine and a life of ease in the palace. A magician saves her people from a frightful Monster of the Sand, she too is refused a kiss, and instead given gold and jewels and rare herbs for her potions. Princess Sun gives only what is deserved and what is needed, she gives generously, her people love her, her people respect her, and yet-

“The Sun is cold,” her people say. “I hear she has never loved, she has never embraced another, never even touched another. She is generous in spirit but she is cold of heart.”

They pity their princess, incapable of love, cursed to be forever alone without a soulmate to complete her. They mean well, but Sun loathes the whispers. She is not cursed, she is not incomplete, but she is lonely.

She is loved by all and befriended by none, those she meet want her kisses, they want her devotion, they want her to bear their children, they do not want her unless they can have her lips or her hand or her womb, all things Sun is unwilling to give.

“I do not understand,” she says to her servants, “I give them all that they need and they ask only for parts of my body. How can my body give them the pleasure of a soft bed, or a fine wine? What pleasures can my body give them that riches and jewels cannot buy? I do not understand.”

Her servants say nothing, they understand the pleasures of the body that Sun has never craved, but these are not things to be spoken of to a Princess.

Things change with the presence of a new visitor to the palace. His pale skin is wrinkled and sallow, face gaunt, eyes sunken and back bent, he appears simultaneously bloated and withered. The servants fetch Princess Sun immediately and she hastens to greet the ill foreigner.

“I have not long in this world to live,” he rasps. “Please, all I ask of you Princess is a kiss, a kiss from your own beautiful lips to ease my pain.”

“Nonsense,” says Sun. “You are not in need of a kiss, you are in need of medicine and herbs and rest. My servants will take you to a room of your own, you will have your own personal healer and food and drink delivered to your bed.”

The old man clutches his chest in pain, “But my lady! I have come all this way at the end of my life just to gaze upon you, and you will not even ferry me to the afterlife with the touch of your soft lips upon my cheek?”

Sun feels pity for the man, in his state she knows he may not last the night, but she cannot accept his request, he is ill and perhaps diseased, were she to kiss him she may become sick herself and she would not risk her own health for the sake of a simple useless gesture.

“I am sorry I cannot grant your request, but I can give you comfort, my most beautiful guest room and the finest foods you can eat. If my healers fail you and you pass into the afterlife this night, you will pass on in luxury.”

In the great arched entrance of the royal palace the hideous old beggar transforms. In his place there is a stunningly beautiful young man encased within a whirlwind of pure light, his hair is like spun gold and the blue of the sky dances in his eyes.

He points a slim, delicate finger encrusted in shimmering jewels at the stunned Princess.

“You believe your wealth to be of more worth to an old dying man than a simple gesture of love and warmth. The Sun of this kingdom truly is cold. You do not deserve the beauty you flaunt in the faces of all those who adore you, those you bring the hope of love and then snatch away in exchange for mere trinkets! You are a heartless beast!”

As the servants cower before this shining Sorcerer in his otherworldly beauty, Sun stands firm. A scowl on her lips and the flare of her namesake in her eyes, she is no helpless waif and she will not be intimidated.

“I offered you comfort and medicine!” Sun’s voice echoes through the halls of the palace. “I offered an old beggar the luxury of passing on in peace with the chance to live another day, a chance to keep his flame alight! Most paupers could only dream of such a way to pass! How dare you liken this gift to a mere ‘trinket’! Were I a princess of any other kingdom I would have granted you your precious kiss and left you on the street to DIE! And yet you call ME heartless?!”

The Sorcerer’s soft, pink lips pull up in a sneer. “I see you will not easily learn your lesson Cold Sun. It will take more than my words to prove to you the meaning of a tender loving touch to one in need.”

“Don’t preach false lessons to me Sorcerer,” Sun spits. “You come into my home a liar, here to steal my intimacy through trickery and now that you’ve failed you claim a higher morality to save your ego. I see right through you Sorcerer, you are no more than a selfish, deceitful, entitled BRAT.”

The Sorcerer’s face hardens in fury, his magic lashing out and twisting around Sun, grabbing at her with golden hands of light, fingers clawing and grasping until not even a strand of the Princess’ dark hair is visible under the blinding light of the strange magic.

“YOU HAVE MADE A GRAVE MISTAKE THIS DAY COLD SUN, FROM THIS MOMENT FORWARD YOU WILL REGRET EVERY KISS YOU NEVER GAVE, FOR NO HUMAN ON THIS EARTH WILL EVER LOOK UPON YOU WITH LOVE AGAIN. NEVER WILL YOUR KISSES BE COVETED, NEVER WILL YOUR HAND BE SOUGHT AFTER. YOUR BODY WILL REFLECT WHO YOU TRULY ARE INSIDE, A COLD, HEARTLESS BEAST.”

As the Sorcerer’s magic peels away, the palace guards and servants look on in horror as a creature unlike anything they have ever seen is revealed in the place of their beloved princess.

Knotted locks of dull, tangled hair covers her large, hulking body, standing on all fours her sharp claws dig into the marble floor as she shakes off the tattered remains of her fine clothing. A ragged tail cuts sharply through the air as Sun rears her head, flicking a matted black mane off of her beastly snout and ghastly twisted horns.

All that remains of the beautiful Princess are the sun kissed markings upon her deformed face, and the bright flecks of gold within the black beads of her monstrous eyes.

The twisted beastly lioness turns to face her servants as they run in terror, pointed ears twitching at the sound of the Sorcerer’s manic laughter. Before she can leap upon him he disappears, leaving in his wake an enormous pulsing heart of molten flame. It hovers in the centre of the palace hall, shifting shape and shooting off tendrils of fire with every beat.

A mocking voice echoes through the palace doors, “If you fail to find someone who will look upon your monstrous form and willingly place a kiss to your beastly snout before the heart grows cold, then, and only then, will my spell be broken. It is your turn to yearn for a tender touch that will never come.”

Sun roars. She roars in anger, she roars in despair, she roars in outrage at this unfair curse undeservingly placed upon her. She has no lesson to learn, she has done nothing but show kindness and generosity to all who graced her halls, and still it is not enough, it has NEVER been enough.

She refuses to be punished for the greed of the Sorcerer, she refuses to bow to his whim and search for one who will kiss her, she has never wanted such things and this new beastly form will not change that for her now.

If she is to be this way forever, so be it.

Her servants quickly abandon the palace, guards blockade the front gates to keep the monster inside. Sun knows that she could easily jump the outer walls but she thinks better of it, her people are terrified of her, her presence would insight only violence and panic among them. She stays inside the palace, wondering what to do next, she no longer has a village to run, no diplomats to meet, no treasury to organise, no future to plan for.

Sun cannot remember a time where she had so little to do, so she sleeps.

Her claws tear up the fine silken sheets and her heavy mass collapses the bed frame, but she hardly notices once she lays her great maned head down to slumber. Sun does not dream, the fate of her village and her people does not come to her mind, all of her stress and worries simply melt away, but she cannot sleep forever.

When she wakes and finds herself unable to grasp the calming nothingness of her deep slumber once again, she concedes to the waking world. Lifting herself upon her large legs she walks the palace grounds. She has not eaten yet she feels no hunger or thirst, and so cannot use such needs to distract her, boredom settles upon her quickly and Sun begins her search for entertainment. She avoids the palace entrance, and the large pulsing heart of fire within.

Word spreads through the village fast, “The Princess has become a beast!” they say, “Cursed by a Sorcerer, only a kiss will free her!”

The palace guards stay by the gates for days, they stay as the people flee to neighbouring villages, wishing to keep their children safe from the monster behind the palace walls. The beast makes no move to escape, but every so often the guards will hear the heavy footfalls of the creature shuffling through the gardens and they remain in place. Their princess would have wanted it.

As days pass the village degrades, most left the day the curse was laid, others followed slowly as resources dwindled and looted homes become empty of valuables. The guards are the last to leave, ensuring that no one has been left behind.

Sun wakes one morning to silence from outside the walls. In her boredom she had circled the grounds, listening to the guards chatting outside. She recognised most of them by voice, she had considered many of them friends after all, but her friendship had always been one-sided. She could speak freely to them, but they could never speak freely to her, it had always been that way. Sun will miss listening to them talk casually amongst themselves.

Years pass and the princess swiftly runs out of ways to keep herself occupied and the palace begins to fall apart with neglect, her library is useless to her when her claws tear apart any book she sets her paws on, the gardens become more and more overrun with weeds every day, the once beautiful golden sheen of the palace walls become dulled without regular cleaning. Floors begin to crack under Sun’s immense weight, many narrow doorways are destroyed when she tries to fit through them. Parts of the palace roof and walls degrade quickly from her daily climbs up to watch the sun rise and set over the dunes.

Though she does not require food Sun still eats from the overgrown trees and vines from her once impeccable garden and leaps over the walls to reach the large oasis that her servants would fetch water from to deliver to the castle so long ago. She had never visited the large lake herself before she was cursed, but she now does so regularly, as splashing through the water feels wonderful on her thick, dark fur.

With every year that passes, Sun forgets more and more of her human life as she falls into the nature of a beast, hunting rodents and small critters through the empty streets of the village, sharpening her claws on the remains of sandstone walls. Chasing and pouncing upon the surviving abandoned livestock for sport, eating only out of boredom than any real need for food, more interested in chewing on the bones left behind.

There is hardly a shred of Princess left in the beast that roams the neglected desert kingdom, and the Cold Sun lords over the grounds with eyes of pure gold and a heart that no longer feels.

Until the day comes when a stranger enters her palace.

She is small and weak, young and fragile. Damp from a dip in the oasis but the smell of unwashed clothes and many days of travel still cling to her skin. Sun stalks the malnourished waif through the ruined village, watching as she raids old stalls and homes in search of something. Food? Treasures? The girl’s search leads her to the palace, she climbs over loose stones through a break in the dilapidated wall and enters the great doors.

Sun, focused on the hunt, follows the girl, she forgets that she has not been inside the entrance hall in many many years, she forgets why she has been avoiding this place for so long, she forgets until she looks upon the great heart slowly pulsing in the centre of the room. Every beat sends a weak tongue of flame flickering through the cracks of the icy skin that has grown around it. Heat shimmers below the cold armour, splashing the walls with eerily beautiful patterns of light.

Sun remembers.

The Sorcerer, the curse, her Palace, her people. Sun is a princess, Sun is a leader, Sun is a woman who cares deeply and gives generously. Sun is not a beast, Sun is not cold like the heart before her. Sun is not cold. Sun is NOT cold.

“Sun is not cold.” her great, gravelly voice echoes through the chamber.

The ragged girl, entranced by the heart before her, quickly turns to find she is not alone. Sun can see the fear on her face, she can smell it in the air, it sickens her.

“Do not be afraid child.” Sun sits on her haunches, tail sweeping lazy across the grand marble floor. “I mean you no harm.”

“You are the Great Beast,” the girl says. “I believed you to be a story, a legend to frighten away thieves.”

“Are you a thief?” asks Sun.

“No! I am not here to steal treasures! I simply seek shelter from the harsh desert winds.”

The girl’s skin is rough, her eyes and lips are red, chapped and raw, but there is also hunger in her narrow emaciated face. Sun knows it was not merely the promise of shelter that brought her here.

“Did not the temptation of my lush gardens draw you in? Did you not hope to find food behind the palace walls?”

“I had no intention of theft Great Beast! I did hope to perhaps find food in your garden, but now I know this garden has not been abandoned, and so I will not take from it. Unless you would allow me? I have little to trade but I will give you everything I have for a night’s rest and a full belly.”

Sun thinks. She thinks of the curse and the girl and a trade. A kiss on her beastly snout for a night of rest and respite. The heart is close to frozen, she has little time left, it is a fair trade is it not?

Sun shakes her wild mane in disgust. Never in her life has she asked a price for food and comfort, she has given freely to all those in need who have graced her halls, she refuses to change now. Curse be damned. The Sorcerer’s magic heart can grow as cold as the lands of the far north for all she cares, for her own heart will always be warm as the desert sands, warm as the great celestial being she was named for.

Sun does not need a kiss to prove so.

“The palace and gardens are yours to roam at your leisure, the garden’s spoils and the water of the oasis are yours to gorge yourself on as you please. I need only look upon you to see that you have lived a life of poverty and pain, so know that for as long as you remain here, you will be cared for. I will give you all that you need, child.”

The girl’s face is clear with suspicion. “Do you intend to fatten me up to eat me?” she asks.

Sun laughs, a mighty roar of a laugh that sends the short, black hairs on the young girl’s neck standing straight. Her blazing eyes soften to a comforting dark brown, only subtle flecks of their previous gold shining through.

“Child, of food I have plenty. Of company, I have only you.”

The girl, though still weary of the beast, does not turn up her nose at the generous offer. She feasts upon the sweet fruits of the garden, returns to fill her water-skin at the oasis when it runs dry, and the Great Beast simply sits and watches, leaving her side only once to return with the leg of a large, hoofed animal for her dinner. The young girl sleeps in the most comfortable, luxurious bed she has ever laid eyes on that night, pleasantly surprised to find that she has not been eaten in the morning.

The girl does not leave the next day as planned, never has she been so comfortable and well fed, never has she had such a pick of fine, though dusty, clothes to wear, never has she had someone look over her with such generosity and care.

“If the Great Beast truly wishes to fatten me up and eat me,” she thinks to herself, “perhaps I won’t mind if it means living my last days like this.”

The girl does not merely spend days living alongside the Great Beast, she stays a much longer time. Every day she wakes fearing her generous host less and less, she passes time telling stories of her travels, the places she’s seen and the many languages she speaks. For a girl so young she has been through so much, and she is grateful to have a place to rest and feel safe.

“My name is Acacia.” the girl says one night as she lays against her friend’s great black hide, decorating her mane with tidy, twists and braids.

“You may call me Sun.” the beast says in return.

During daily visits to the lake they both romp and play in the water, splashing and roughhousing before drying off in the desert heat. Acacia helps Sun brush the clinging sand from her fur, and in return Sun will lick the sand from Acacia’s own short locks of hair.

Acacia spend the years teaching Sun the many songs and rhymes she has learned in all her languages, Sun teaches Acacia how to hunt and track and kill large prey. The two run together through the dunes, chasing the wind and challenging the sandstorms, for they know that no force on this earth can take them down when they ride together.

One day Acacia ask, “How is it that you became a beast? Stories tell of a curse, that you were changed for being cold of heart, but I can hardly believe such a lie about one so warm and loving.”

“Those who hold magic are not always deserving of their power,” says Sun. “The curse is what froze my heart dear Acacia. It is you who reminded me of it’s warmth again.”

“Is it true you can be saved with a kiss?” Acacia asks. “You have done so much for me, if a kiss is what is required to end your curse I will gladly give it.”

“Thank you my child,” says Sun as she bows her great head. “But I have no reason to return to my mortal form. My spirit has grown too large for the skin I once wore, and to accept a curse as a gift is a greater insult to a Sorcerer than playing his game and breaking it.”

Sun laughs to herself and nuzzles the young girl’s hair with her great snout, Acacia responds with a scratch behind her friend’s large ear, she does not ask about the curse again. The flames within the magical heart flutter with one last beat before finally succumbing to the icy cold of the Sorcerer’s spell.

Sun, enveloped by the warmth of Acacia’s love and friendship, does not even notice.

In time Sun knows her friend will grow old and pass away, but they have many many years to spend together before such a tragedy befalls her, and in that time Sun hopes that others will come to the old palace, others who may be seeking food and shelter. They will find all that they need here in this forgotten desert village, as they always have and always will, because despite what all the stories say;

The desert Sun was never Cold.

oh my god this is so long I’m so sorry but the tumblr app dOESN’T LET YOU USE READ MORES AND I WROTE IT ON MY IPAD AAAA

*cough* so here’s my spin on aromantic, asexual Beauty and the Beast, take care to notice my own aro ace ass projected literally everywhere and also my love for giant monsters mothering tiny humans, also changed the working title from The Cold Sun because The Desert Sun was Never Cold resonated stronger with me 😎👌✨

SOME VISUAL NOTES:
Sun’s looks are loosely based on Canadian model Winnie Harlow, (vitiligo yo it’s gorgeous) the setting is loosely based in North Africa, you can basically assume everyone but nobody’s-favourite-blue-eyed-blond-haired-asshole-Sorcerer are POC

Sun’s beast form is like a huge mix between a lion and a Tibetan Mastiff and I want to cuddle her SO MUCH and Acacia you will be braiding that mane all fucking day if you aren’t careful there is a lot of hair to work with and Sun will just sit there and let you do it

man but yeah, I wanted this story to highlight the importance of not assuming asexual people are unfeeling robots, and how we need love and attention just as much as any other person, we just don’t need the sexual and/or romantic kind of love and attention, and that doesn’t make us cold or selfish and ngl we are all secretly giant lions on the inside don’t tell anyone