#maybe a kind of curse. or like a fated thing. like rapunzel and her tower but. confined by magic specifically.

[aroace-poly-show]

Actually did something like this myself a while back, but I'm curious how difficult the result would be! These are the cards I was given.

hmmmm. botanist haruka studying plants, travels around a lot writing down observations. gardener shizuku and an. (yuri perhaps?) i’m struggling to figure out how to include tsukasa though ngl.

[izaswritings]

Title: it’s just a mild inconvenience

Synopsis: Pro Tip— When you die saving the life of your worst enemy, make absolutely sure there’s no chance of survival. Otherwise, things get awkward. Like really, really awkward.

Personally, Varian would take the death and dying. At least then he doesn’t have to deal with all this “caring” nonsense.

Notes: As always, many thanks to the wonderful @jessucakes for creating this awesome au! 💖 Also, if you guys like this fic, please reblog!! It really helps me out. ✨

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AO3 Link is here!

Chapter One is here!

Chapter Two is here!

Chapter Three is here!

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chapter 4: varian completely panics, to the surprise of no-one

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Oh, no.

This is Varian’s only thought, when he finds them. No swears—no curses—nothing but a drop in his gut and the rising sense that somewhere, somehow, he is being laughed at. Maybe by fate—maybe just by the universe.

No, no, no…

The worst part is—the absolute worst part of it all—is that they all look completely ridiculous. Varian himself is covered in dirt and dressed in oversized clothes, and both looks and smells as if he’s spent hours crouching down in the shrubbery—which, yeah, he has. In his rush to escape any assailants, he’s somehow managed to knock the King and Queen both completely off their feet. The King of Corona, the most royal snob, is flat on his back like a turtle, his oversized golden crown rolling away on the carpet. The yellow crest of Corona’s sun, the most priceless necklace in the entire goddamn country, has flown up to smack the King right in his spluttering face. The Queen has fared little better—her hair thrown wild, the lip of her crown caught on one ear. One of her earrings has tangled disastrously in the long locks. She’s just barely escaped the weight of three skirts flipping up over her head. And—this is the important part—her wide, startled eyes are fixed right on Varian.

She looks him dead in the face, and Varian—

Well.

Varian shrieks.

It’s an entirely involuntary sound—utterly unplanned. He plans on shouting some rude insult and maybe doing something to make his dad proud—kicking the King in the side, maybe—but instead, at that one glance, Varian’s entire grasp on reality just about shatters. He didn’t want to come here. He didn’t expect to be seen. His secrecy is shot to hell and back, he’s still got those goddamn scars, and the Queen is looking him full in the face and oh, yeah, okay—judging by the thunderous expression, she definitely, definitely recognizes him.

So, of course, Varian does the only thing one can reasonably do in a situation like this, five days post-dramatic death and twenty minutes into the worst infiltration ever.

He panics.

To be more precise—Varian shrieks, scrambles back, trips on stone, and then sprints for it.

He has no idea where he’s going. All sense of direction has been lost. He can hear the Queen behind him, though, her raised voice— “Guards!”—and it only deepens his crowning sense of doom. He runs faster, nearly slamming into the walls. His heart is like a hummingbird in his chest, so quick he thinks he’s starting to miss a beat. His throat has totally closed up. His head is hammering, his pulse jumping in his throat.

“Guards!”

Oh, no, Varian thinks. In his panic, he cannot even think to swear. He’s reverted to the most basic sense of expressing himself he knows: quiet muttering, as is customary of most alchemical geniuses, and also fifteen-year-old boys.

Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no.

His vision has completely blurred. He’s so far past the point of reason, so desperately high-strung by all that has occurred the past few days—so desperately missing Ruddiger—that some part of him wants to just burst into tears right here. And what a sight he would make then, huh? A teenager sprinting barefoot down the palace halls, twigs in his hair and mud staining his pant legs, bawling like a toddler.

He rounds another corner so hard his feet slip right out from under him again, sending him stumbling, running right into the wall shoulder-first. He trips and stands and sees—a person, maybe, or the outline of a person, the figure is too blurry to be sure—and panics further, turning away into a different hall. He doesn’t know where he is. He doesn’t know—

Another hall, another person—the clink of armor. Guards. Oh, no. No, no, no. Varian turns and keeps running. His stomach twists unpleasantly. He is not one for hard labor—not a boy built for exercise, not the kind of person who ever cared for it—and for once, Varian regrets it. He feels breathless. His heart squeezes painfully tight in his chest.

No!

He bashes through a door and sprints through a great hall, and only just slows himself down enough to keep from bowling over another person. He’s not quick enough to stop himself completely, however—he still skids right into them, but unlike the King and Queen, this one remains steady, rocking back and then forward, balanced on their feet.

Varian tries to back away, tries to run. But before he can even think to move, slim fingers grasp at his arms and hold him helplessly in place, the grip like iron around his twig-thin wrists.

“Varian!?”

No, Varian thinks. “No,” Varian says, because even his luck—even his washed-up, rented, thrice-damned luck—cannot possibly be this bad. He looks up and feels all the color drain from his face. Suddenly the prospect of bursting into tears out of frustration seems a hell of a lot more likely now. “No!”

“Varian,” says Rapunzel, as if to confirm it. No longer a question. Her hands tighten around his arms, a steel trap—he tries to pull away and she holds him firmly in place, right in front of her. “There you are.”

.

This is it, Varian thinks, only a tiny bit hysterical. It is, bizarrely, a very rational thought. All at once he feels suddenly calm. Cold, too. This is it. It’s over. He’s totally and irrevocably failed—there’s no recovering from this. Rapunzel has caught him—literally—and there’s nothing left to do but resign himself to the inevitable and seethe over the unfairness of it all. He tried. He tried. But that’s never been good enough, has it?

At the very least, Varian thinks, with some degree of relief—at the very least, after this, he can finally go back to hating Rapunzel in peace.

And then, of course, because since when has anything ever gone Varian’s way—instead of acting rational or sane, as Varian foolishly expected of her, Rapunzel grabs his arm, looks panicked, and says, “Hurry! This way!” before dragging him through the door and down a different hall. Away from the yelling. Away from the guards. Away from��

Varian’s mind blanks. Wait. What?

“W-what are you—”

“There’s no time,” Rapunzel says hurriedly. She pulls him into a new room, and starts to sprint. “Quickly! I don’t think they saw you enter the room, so if we’re fast—”

Realization strikes. She is—she is—

It’s too much to comprehend, let alone accept. Varian stumbles to a stop, trying in vain to yank his arm from her iron grip. Damn her. Damn her! Just when he thought things were getting back to normal—

“What are you doing!” he cries, only instead of angry he just sounds shrill, a bit like he’s on the verge of tears, which is. Actually. Not entirely inaccurate. “You, you can’t—no! Stop it! I don’t want—”

Rapunzel whirls back and shakes her head. He thinks she should look angry—but all she looks is tired. “Oh, Varian,” she says, looking down at him as if he’s the nonsensical one, and then she drags him off down the hall again, Varian too shell-shocked to resist.

Nothing has gone as he’d expected. It’s terrible.

He runs, because he doesn’t know what else to do. His head hurts. He’s seconds away from tears and only holding them back out of pure fucking spite. He’s so tired—of the day, of the confusion, and most of all: of Rapunzel, that stupid princess, who more than anyone else seems intent on being the most vexing person ever.

“I hate you,” Varian says, with deep, heart-wrenching feeling. “I hate you. So. Much.”

“That’s nice,” Rapunzel says, and just keeps on running.

That’s it. Varian’s completely lost the plot. Everything’s gone bonkers and he no longer cares. His feeling days are over! Numbness is in! Cassandra could burst in here and declare herself a traitor to the crown and bring the moon crashing down like a comet and Varian!! Would! Not! Flinch!

He muscles back a very brave and courageous sob, and lets himself be dragged in Rapunzel’s wake, because there is literally nothing else he can do. Her grip is stronger than stone, her mind is unmappable, and with Varian in the state he’s in, he’s helpless to do anything else.

When, he thinks, almost a prayer, a lot more hysterical now—when exactly, world, did you stop making sense?

The world doesn’t answer, and Varian keeps running.

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Unlike Varian’s mad dash from before, Rapunzel clearly knows where she’s going.

She does not stumble, trip or fall—her rush is focused and direct, her face furrowed into a determined look. She drags Varian down numerous twists and turns, upstairs and across sweeping halls, avoiding the guards at every turn. They run and hide until Varian is nearly hyperventilating and even Rapunzel has to muffle her own gasping breaths. But where Varian was lost, cornered no matter where he ran, Rapunzel knows the halls well enough to slip them through the barricade. And so it is, at long last, she pulls him into one final room and slams the door shut behind her.

The room is one way up high, near the castle spirals, in the part of the castle that is emptier and quieter than the other floors. With a big door at the end of a trailing hall, it seems strangely small, out of the way, distant from the fanfare. Rapunzel herself needs no key—she drags Varian in, pushes him through, then turns and closes the door tight.

Varian stumbles in, momentum halted, wheezing for breath and stunned utterly silent. The room is—high, very high, a tower more than a proper bedroom. There’s a wall-length window and a balcony, a huge bed and walls absolutely covered in color, paintings and sketches and vivid depictions, birds and trees and sweeping skies, the outside world brought to life within the enclosed walls.

It’s not hard to put together the pieces. This is Rapunzel’s room. And normally that would bother Varian, normally that would incense Varian, the thought that Rapunzel considers him that little of a threat—except for once, his mind is elsewhere. Completely, totally elsewhere, because sitting up in the center of the room, beetle-black eyes wide and little nose twitching, is Ruddiger.

Varian freezes, nearly tripping on the carpet, his breath catching. He’s totally off-guard—completely lost—utterly unaware of just how much he’d missed Ruddiger until this exact moment. It’s like a triple gut-punch, like a knife between the ribs, a missing so awful it aches. And Ruddiger, looking no worse for wear, face upturned and bright as a mini sun—Ruddiger, who Varian has missed so much, is right there.

He’s right there.

He’s okay.

Varian tries to say something cool and collected, and chokes on a muffled sob instead.

Ruddiger coos at him, understanding and sweet. When Varian numbly reaches out, the raccoon chitters up a happy storm and leaps up right into his arms, with enough momentum to send Varian stumbling back. He clutches Ruddiger close to his chest, his fingers curling into the raccoon’s soft pelt, warm from the sunshine. Ruddiger paws at Varian’s face and chitters brightly in his ear, as if to say hello.

Varian stands there, stunned and quiet and suddenly so tired, and sways on his feet, saying nothing.

He barely notices when Rapunzel comes up behind him, taking his shoulder gently, steering him away. “You have to hide,” she says, “they’re coming—Varian, quickly,” and even though he can hear the urgency in her voice, he feels as if he’s hearing her underwater, as if from a great distance. She pushes him forward and he goes, blankly, following without thought. The only thing he can think to do is hug Ruddiger closer.

Rapunzel pushes Varian through another door, into a darker, smaller space, and then shuts the door behind him. It’s dark here. Cooler. There’s something soft against his face—fabric? He’s not sure.

Rapunzel is gone, though. He can see her anymore. He’s—alone? He’s alone. He’s alone, Rapunzel has left and he doesn’t have to pretend, and—and Ruddiger is right here. He found Ruddiger. Ruddiger is okay.

Varian falls forward. There’s a pile of fabric on the narrow floor, and he curls up in it, swallowed by silk, the most comfortable bed he’s had in months. Ruddiger coos at him, and Varian hugs him close. Ruddiger noses at his cheek, and it’s cold. Varian’s breath quickens. His chest is tight, so tight, painfully tight, like his heart is being squeezed through a sieve.

It’s been—it’s been a really shitty couple of days. Dying. Waking up. Remembering. The scars, the anxiety, that blasted uncertainty—losing Ruddiger, getting lost. His plans once again going absolutely haywire—

It’s just been a really bad day.

Varian curls up in the dark, and starts to cry. He buries his face in Ruddiger’s fur and shakes with silent sobs. He doesn’t wail. He doesn’t scream. He cries soft and hitching, almost noiseless. His eyes are burning, and his cheeks are fever-flushed, sticky with tears.

Ruddiger’s nose is cold against his neck. The scars burn with unnatural warmth. But it’s quiet, here. Quiet, and dark, and finally safe.

When he slips off to sleep, minutes later, it is almost with the sense of relief.

[swanqueeneverafter]

After The Sunset, Pt.14

Wonderland. Past. Rapunzel's Estate. (Tiana bursts through the doors, startling Rapunzel who is sitting in near darkness.) Tiana: "Please forgive the intrusion, but Wonderland needs your help." Rapunzel: (Standing:) "How dare you enter this house? Leave, immediately!" Tiana: "No. I'm sorry but I can't do that. You're our last hope. The Queen of Hearts is tearing Wonderland apart. Now without the Red King or... your daughter, the Red Queen to stop her, Cora's power increases without restraint." Rapunzel: "Even if I cared, what do you expect me to do about it?" Tiana: "You are one of the few people in this land left who has magic. The Queen and her new ally King George have laid waste to anyone who could be a threat to the Queen's power." Dr. Facilier's Lair. Recent Past. (King George looks on dispassionately as his men surround the witch doctor.) Dr. Facilier: "You have no idea what evil forces you will unleash if you kill me." King George: "All magic is evil, Facilier, surely you above all know that. Magic is the reason I'm reduced to serving the Queen of this preposterous land. Magic cost me my wife, son and my kingdom." Dr. Facilier: "You're making a grave mistake." King George: "The biggest mistake I ever made was listening to the likes of you. As least now with the Queen's treasury at my disposal, I can rebuild my army and one day take back my kingdom." Dr. Facilier: "That will never happen. I don't need the bones to read your future. Your fate was sealed the moment you entered my domain. I curse you, I curse your men and your ambitions." King George: "You can't curse anyone if you're dead, my boy. (To his men:) Put him out of my misery." (King George turns and leaves the tent as the soldiers all draw their swords.) Wonderland. Rapunzel's Estate. Continued. Tiana: "Facilier is dead and that makes you the only one left capable of magic." Rapunzel: (Scoffs:) "And much good it has done me. Shall we take a look?" Tiana: (As Rapunzel walks to her daughter's casket:) "No, please." Rapunzel: "Look at her." Tiana: (Despite herself, moves forward to look inside the casket:) "I don't understand. She's-" Rapunzel: "Perfectly preserved. There's one tiny breath left inside this precious little body and I've saved it. Until I can save her." Tiana: "With this kind of magical ability, surely you could defeat the Queen?" Rapunzel: (Shaking her head:) "The only reason the Queen hasn't killed me herself is because she enjoys my suffering. She'd be ready for whatever I could throw at her. (Thinks:) But you... she'd never suspect you." Tiana: "But I don't have magic, I don't stand a chance-" Rapunzel: "You do if I give you what you need to defeat her. (Looking down at her daughter:) Anastasia was an innocent, with the purest of hearts. The only way to bring her back is with an equally pure heart.” Tiana: “I’m not sure I-” Rapunzel: (Grabbing Tiana’s hand, waving her wand over it:) “It’s quite simple. (Tiana’s hand begins to glow:) You will go to the Queen, under the pretense of pleading for mercy for the people of Wonderland. Once you’re inside, you will rip out her heart and kill her. You, Tiana, will become Wonderland’s new Queen and in return, I will have my choice of hearts from that evil witch’s vault.” Tiana: “I-I can’t do that.” Rapunzel: “Oh, yes you can. Because if you don't, every person in that little resistance you've joined will pay the price. It's your choice, Tiana.”

Forest Path. Present. (Emma walks alone along an old dirt road. Cloaked and wearing distinctly 'wench-like' clothing, the blonde woman seems in no particular hurry to get anywhere. In the distance, the sound of hoof-beats are heard. Smiling, Emma takes a few steps to the side of the road to make room for the carriage that has now pulled up beside her.) Evil Queen: (Opening the carriage door:) "Greetings, Wench." Emma: "Gina, where have you been, it's freezing out here! If I knew you were gonna take so long, I'd have kept my underwear on under this dress." Regina: (Dropping her role momentarily:) "I would have been here sooner if not for some stubborn villagers. Conjuring the carriage took seconds, but borrowing a couple of horses? Not so much. Apparently there are still people who harbour resentment towards the Evil Queen." Emma: (Smirks:) "Imagine that." Evil Queen: (Stands:) "Now, where were we? Ah yes, today I find myself a little... anxious." Emma: "A-anxious, Your Majesty?" Evil Queen: "Indeed. (Stepping down from the carriage and walking seductively towards the 'wench':) I seek someone new to quench my desire and I think... (Reaching out to stroke Emma's hair:) you'd do nicely." Emma: (Bowing slightly:) "H-how may I be of service, Your Majesty?" Evil Queen: "Oh I believe we'll come up with something. Now, be quiet and, (Walking back to the carriage, she opens the door:) get in the carriage." Emma: "Yes, Your Majesty. (Stopping just by the door:) My name is Emma, Your Majesty. Emma Swan-Mills." Evil Queen: "Swan-Mills. So you're married, you little strumpet? Well it matters not, this will be a one time affair, I need not know your name." Emma: "No, Your Majesty, but I just thought you should know my name, before I have you screaming it later." Evil Queen: (Smiling:) "Confident little minx aren't we? Well, despite what you may be used to at home, Queens do not scream." Emma: "We shall see, Your Majesty, (Entering the carriage:) we shall see." (Enjoying their game immensely, Regina chuckles before climbing into the carriage and closing the door behind her.)

Enchanted Forest. Past. Forbidden Fortress. (Hook opens the large double doors and strides into Maleficent's home.) Hook: (Yells:) "Mal? Mal where are you?" Will: (Cautiously entering behind him:) "Perhaps we're in luck and she's not home?" Hook: "Luck has nothing to do with it. Clearly she doesn't want to see me or she wouldn't have sent the sea-witch Ursula to block my path." Will: "Yeah, personally I'd have taken that as a strong sign to stay away." Hook: "She's carrying my child, Will. The tentacled one told me as much herself. I have to see her. The only reason Mal wants me to stay away is because she's angry. The reason she's angry is because I haven't contacted her in weeks. And the reason I haven't contacted her in weeks is-" Will: "Because I stole the looking glass, yeah I get it." Hook: "Good. So when the time comes, you'll be able to explain it all to her and I'll be-" Will: (Smirks:) "Off the hook?" Hook: (Sighs:) "If Mal decides to spare your life, then maybe she'll be able to free your sister from that tower." Will: "Well that's a lot of 'if's and 'maybe's. What's in it for you, anyway. Why do you care what happens to me and Alice?" Hook: "Because, despite my better judgement, I like you, Will Scarlett. You remind me a little of myself. And, if I help you, then perhaps what I did to my brother won't weigh on my conscience so much." Will: "Captain Hook has a conscience, who'd've thought it eh? (Looking around the large room they find themselves in:) Maleficent’s not one for decorating is she?" Hook: (Pouring himself a drink:) "Mal's lived in darkness for a long time, as have I. Perhaps that's why we get along so well. Now, with a child on the way, there's hope a little light can be brought into that darkness. Keep looking, there must be some clues as to where she's gone." (Will and Hook split up, searching the large room. It's not long before Will notices something on a table beside the fireplace.) Will: "Hang on, this is addressed to you." Hook: (Snatching it out of his hand:) "Give me that. (Hook rips open the letter and begins to read:) 'My dearest Killian... I know you will try to find me, but before you do, I have to be sure that your heart can truly change. In your absence I have discovered a chink in the Dark One's armour: his maid. She holds some sort of power over him that may be the advantage you've been looking for-' She's bloody done it. She's found what I need to exact my revenge on the Crocodile." Will: (Continuing to read the letter as Hook paces excitedly:) "Hang on, it says here she's giving you a choice. Maleficent states that if you choose to go after the Dark One's maid-" Hook: (Dismissively:) "That we can no longer be together. (Waving this off:) The thing you need to know about women, Will, is that they all want to feel chosen, special. In short, they want to know their legs haven't been parted for nothing. But I don't need to choose. I can find the maid and be with Mal and our child." Will: "I don't know, mate. I think she's being pretty clear here. She wants you to give up your quest for revenge so that you can be a family. I think this is a test." Hook: "Mal knows better than anyone what it's like to taste the sweet nectar of revenge. She'll understand, I'll have my revenge and then we'll be together." Will: (Shakes his head:) "Look, I appreciate everything you've done for me recently, but I can't go with you on this one. Apologising for what I did to Maleficent is one thing, but I can't be messing with the Dark One. That's a bit too much for me. This whole thing has been about getting back to my sister and if I get involved with Rumplestiltskin, I just don't see that happening." Hook: "It takes a strong man to admit his limitations. (Offers his hand to Will who takes it:) But it takes a brave man to overcome them." Will: "You should listen to Maleficent on this one, mate. Walk away from your revenge and you can have a family waiting for you." Hook: "Enough! I don't need to choose, thank you, I can and will have both. Now we're done here." (Will stares after Hook as he turns and walks out of the fortress.)

Enchanted Forest. Past. Dark Castle. (Anna enters Rumplestiltskin’s dark castle, standing in the foyer, looking for him. Rumplestiltskin sits in the main room, a crystal ball in front of him.) Anna: “Rumplestiltskin? Are you here? The door was open.” Rumplestiltskin: “End of the hall, first door on your right. Come on in, dearie.” Anna: (Enters the room and walks to where Rumplestiltskin is sitting:) “My name is Joan. I was hoping you could help me. (Looks at Rumplestiltskin curiously:) Is there something wrong with your skin? (As he stands:) Not that it looks like anything's wrong with your skin. (Chuckles:) You know, I have a cream...” Rumplestiltskin: (Interrupts her:) “Your name isn't Joan. You see, uh, names are my stock and trade, dearie, and yours is... Anna of Arendelle. No need to keep secrets from me. I know more about you... than you think.” Anna: “So… (Chuckles:) You know why I'm here?” Rumplestiltskin: “You want to know why your parents ventured into this strange land.” Anna: “My sister thinks it was because of her, but I know she's wrong. Can you help me?” Rumplestiltskin: “As it happens, your parents paid me a visit on their journey. It would seem when one needs answers, I'm the place to go.” Anna: “What answers did they seek?” Rumplestiltskin: “Well, I can't just tell you, dearie. You see, aside from names, I also have a penchant for making deals.” Anna: “A deal? Sure, I'll make a deal. I'll do whatever it takes to help my sister.” Rumplestiltskin: (Laughs:) “Whatever it takes? Oh, I love it when they say that. (He conjures a tiny bottle into his hand:) At the foot of the dark mountains lives a very old man... prickly sort, probably eats children for breakfast. I want you to put this in his tea.” Anna: “What will it do to him?” Rumplestiltskin: “Sorry, dearie. That's not part of our agreement. Oh, speaking of which... (A long piece of parchment appears in his hand:) our contract. Sign here, and I shall tell you why your parents came to see me. Do we have a deal?” Arendelle. Present. Forest Path. (Anna and Elsa are enjoying a walk together when Anna suddenly yells at her sister.) Anna: (Exclaims:) "Why can't you just tell me?!"

Elsa: (Continues walking, unfazed:) "We've been through this, Anna." Anna: "Yes, and I still don't believe it. You've been seeing someone and only now thought to tell me?" Elsa: "It's not that I haven't wanted to tell you, it's just... the person I'm seeing isn't ready to meet my family." Anna: (Catching up to her sister:) "What? Why not?" Elsa: (Sighs:) "If you must know, they've had some family issues in their past and-" Anna: (Scoffs:) "Well that narrows it down. Elsa, everyone throughout all the realms has had family issues. We've all have to live with them, what makes this guy so special?" Elsa: "They... (Takes a deep breath before continuing:) just aren't ready for everything that comes with palace life. It can be daunting to some people." Anna: "Oh whatever. Kristoff copes with palace life just fine and he was as far from royalty as you could get." Elsa: "Kristoff still sleeps in the barn with Sven." Anna: "That was only to make sure Sven stayed warm over winter. I spent a few nights in there myself actually. You should try it sometime. (Gasps:) Unless you already know what it's like. Is that where you and your secret lover meet up?" Elsa: "Anna!" Anna: (Teasing:) "Oh I bet he loves to get the Queen all dirty." Elsa: "You're being absurd. Besides they're not like that." Anna: "Why do you keep saying 'they'? (Gasps again:) Are there multiple lovers? Is that why you don't want to tell me?" Elsa: (Sighs:) "No, Anna." Anna: "I mean, it's not like you'd be doing anything wrong if you had multiple suitors, you are the Queen after all and it's not like you're married or anything..." (The sisters continued chattering fades into the distance as they pass by one particularly disheveled looking bush. Poking their heads out covertly, Regina and Emma watch in relief as they once again find themselves alone.) Emma: "Well that was close." Regina: "Too close. It's bad enough getting caught by your mother. I don't know what I'd do if your girlfriend caught us as well." Emma: (Rolls her eyes:) "You know nothing happened between Elsa and I." Regina: "That's not from her lack of trying." Emma: "For the last time, it was a ruse to get you mad enough to shoot a fireball at her. We had to get those ribbons off somehow." Regina: (Picking several twigs from Emma's hair:) “Hmm. Well, at least it sounds as though Elsa's found someone else to warm her icy bed at night." Emma: "Yeah, how about that." Regina: "I wonder who it could be." Emma: (Thinks:) "I might have an idea." Regina: "You do?" Emma: "Mmhmm." Regina: "Well, are you going to tell me?" Emma: (Smirks:) "I'll never tell, you'll have to torture me." Evil Queen: (Smiles broadly as Emma pulls her back down inside the bush:) "That can be arranged."

Enchanted Forest. Past. Infinite Forest. (Anna is standing a few feet away from the old man’s cottage. The small vile is still in her hands, and she’s looking at it. After a few moments, she sighs and pockets it, before walking over to the door and knocking.) Apprentice: (Answers the door:) “Can I help you?” Anna: “Yes... uh, maybe. I-I-I mean... Can I come in?” Apprentice: “I just put a kettle on the fire. Join me for tea and biscuits.” (Opens the door.) Anna: (Enters and looks around:) “Biscuits. You mean you don't eat children?” Apprentice: (Chuckles:) “Is that what they're saying about me these days?” Anna: “Yes. No! Well... Sorry.” Apprentice: (Starts sweeping the floor:) “So, what brings you so deep into the woods to the home of an alleged devourer of children?” Anna: “I'm on a quest to help my sister, but I seem to have gotten myself a little bit turned around.” Apprentice: “Well, you're welcome to stay as long as you wish. I assure you, the biscuits are delicious, and they are made with flour.” Anna: (Walks over to the kettle when it starts whistling. She pulls out the vial to pour it into his tea, but changes her mind and empties it into the fire. Turns back to look at the Apprentice:) “Do you take sugar?” Dark Castle. A Short Time Later. (Anna is back from the Apprentice’s cottage and stands beside Rumplestiltskin.) Rumplestiltskin: (Holding the now empty vial:) “So, you poured it in the tea?” Anna: “Just as you asked.” Rumplestiltskin: “And he drank it?” Anna: “Every last drop.” Rumplestiltskin: “Good! Then he'll live!” Anna: “So, now can you tell me why my parents came... (Realizes what Rumplestiltskin just said and stops:) Wait, what? What do you mean, ‘live’?” Rumplestiltskin: “He'll live because he drank the antidote you gave him.” Anna: “Antidote? To what?” Rumplestiltskin: “Uh, poison.” Anna: “I thought it was poison.” Rumplestiltskin: (Laughs:) “No! The poison's what he drank yesterday! What you had was the cure for that.” Anna: “I didn't give it to him.” Rumplestiltskin: (Feigns sadness:) “Well, why not? We had a deal.” Anna: “We need more antidote. We have to go back to the cottage. We have to help him.” Rumplestiltskin: (Stands:) “Well... I'm afraid it's far too late for that, dearie. (Waves his hand and shows Anna the Apprentice through the crystal ball. The old man transforms into a mouse:) You should have listened to me when you had the chance.”

[bryancroidragon]

My Top 10 Favourite Witches

I don’t have much to say about this. A witch can make a good villain, a witch can make a good hero, a witch basically fill many a role. Also, I recommend this graphic novel...

Four excellent stories, one of which is “Vasilisa the Beautiful” featuring Baba Yaga herself. Without further adieu, lets get started.

1. 

Hecate, Goddess of Witchcraft, herself. Ironically, the whole “Goddess of Witchcraft” thing didn’t really catch on until later. She was originally Goddess of Magic, Crossroads,Ghosts and Necromancy... Actually with the magic and necromancy bit it is no wonder how she ended up getting elevated to just witchcraft. In my Top 10 Dragons list, I mentioned a story I am working on titled “Tales of the Wyverns.” Hecate was actually going to be an antagonist of the wyverns Ravage and his sons Argos Maximus and Draconis Imperiosus but I ultimately made the decision to restrict the wyverns to fighting yetis and slavers and have the gods and goddesses not being referred to any actual name and instead just their title. Oh, well, maybe a different story all together will work better. I have been toying with the idea of writing a story for Tumblr so maybe I just might make Hecate the main antagonist.

2. 

The Three Witches from “The Tragedy of Macbeth.” Are they neutral? Are they evil? Are they whatever they wish to be? Who knows? The great fun in seeing a production of this play is seeing how the Three Witches are portrayed. The first production I saw, set during a modern war, featured them wearing gas masks but other looks include goth high school girls in gangland Australia and snake-women in a post apocalyptic future with samurai, cyborgs and mutants. Another good thing about each production of the play is seeing if they are actually capable of magic, are merely charlatans taking advantage of the superstitious belief in something as dated as fate or even just people whose potions cause strong hallucinations.

3. 

Coming from Slavic folklore, Baba Yaga is either a help of a hinderance in the stories she appears in. One of the most famous stories she appears in is “Vasilisa the Beautiful” where she makes the title character perform three impossible tasks. The image comes from the adaptation of that same story featured in “The Storyteller: Witches.” I had previously been introduced to the character in “Bartok the Magnificent” and I recognized the name when it was mentioned in an episode of “Inuyasha” but reading an adaptation of one of the stories she appeared in is just great. 

4. 

A posthumous character from “The Tempest”, Sycorax never appears on stage but is spoken of by characters in the play with this cruel witch being the mother of the demi-devil Caliban and the one to have imprisoned the air spirit Ariel inside a tree. She is a malevolent figure who was banished from her home of Algiers for good reason considering her later imprisonment of Ariel. Of course, considering she was able to avoid execution she probably threatened to curse the people of Algiers if they did execute her.

5. 

While nearly one hundred percent of the monsters in the “Scooby-Doo” franchise are faker than vows made in wine there are a total of six that scared me as a kid and one of these six is the Ghost of Witch McCoy. She might not be scary anymore but still she was scary and if it had been a different franchise, she would have been real. 

6. 

It would be false for me to say that I had ever played the “King’s Quest” games. Then I started watched @starprincesshlc‘s Lets Play of “King’s Quest 2″ and I was introduced to one witch that should not be overlooked. Hagatha, if I had done my research correctly, is a cannibalistic witch with a jealousy for beautiful women, which actually makes her more terrifying but thankfully this isn’t one of those kinds of games, of course I am sure they is some game out there that features such a thing. She is kind of the evil fairy from the fairy tale “Sleeping Beauty” and with the whole tower thing she is also the witch from “Rapunzel.” She is a great villain and I actually enjoyed her presence when she was on screen.

7. 

Honestly, not including the Wicked Witch of the West would be a disservice. I don’t even know who I was introduced to first, her or Queen Grimhilde but then again I probably spoiled who is coming next on this list. The Wicked Witch of the West is most likely the first witch we are ever introduced to and honestly she is terrifying and the one that started this green skin craze among witches but that is a film only thing. Read the book or if you can find the audio book that was read by Ray Bolger, the Scarecrow himself, or even read the graphic novel adaptation from Marvel with art done by Eric Shanower of “Age of Bronze” fame.

8.

Queen Grimhilde, post-transformation, is one of the definitive wicked witches. Although she isn’t in that form long she is a memorable witch and one of the witches we are introduced to at an early age. I haven’t much to say about her but she did make the list. 

9. 

When I was a kid in the 90′s, it seemed like the Family Channel played “Sword in the Stone” all the time and so I grew to love the character of Madam Mim. She is funny but at the same time scary and I look forward to seeing how she will be portrayed in the remake and I can only hope that she ends up dying like in the original novel from the disease Merlin was carrying when he turned into a germ. Fidelity to the source material must come first, go back to the root, the original book.

10.

If you were to ask me which instalment of “The Chronicles of Narnia” is my favourite one of the answers would be “The Silver Chair.” The Lady of the Green Kirtle is a fascinating villain that causes us to wonder about just how many “Northern Witches” there are. Jadis was the White Witch and she is the Lady of the Green Kirtle. That Jadis is not a native of the world of Narnia we know meaning she is most likely a Northern Witch by naturalization or adoption but that just begs the question about the others. Where did the Lady of the Green Kirtle come from? Is “Northern Witch” a term for any female humanoid magic user that is rumoured to be half-Jinn and half-giant? Is she actually Jadis as some people think? Who are these other Northern Witches? Have others terrorized Narnia and the surrounding territories throughout the years not chronicled in the series? Do they all have a color theme? These are all legitimate questions that I do not believe are ever answered and it is because I wonder about this character more than I do Jadis that I ultimately give her a place on this list.

That is my Top 10 Witches, I’ll do an honourable mentions some other time.

[mythicamagic]

Diabolik Fairy Tales - Chapter 4

AU - The Diabolik Lovers re-imagined as fairy tale characters. Each chapter will feature a different diaboy, as their dark natures become entwined with the original macabre fairy tales of the past. Includes smut with a nameless heroine (slight reader insert)

Rated M               Trailer is here          (you can read all my fics here on fanfiction.net or Ao3)

Chapter 1 - Yuma Mukami                            Chapter 2 - Shuu Sakamaki

Chapter 3 - Kanato Sakamaki                       Chapter 4 - Ayato Sakamaki

Chapter 5 - Ruki Mukami                                  Chapter 6 - Laito Sakamaki

Chapter 7 - Azusa Mukami                              Chapter 8 - Reiji Sakamaki

Chapter 9 - Kou Mukami                            Chapter 10 - Subaru Sakamaki (end)

Special thanks to @fyeahdialovers for this one. I owe you big time for all your editing help and Ayato advice ^^

Hair like Ribbon ~

An announcement had been made, by the king himself, regarding the fate of the land he'd ruled over for more than thirty years. Subjects had flocked to the courtyard. Peasants mixed with nobles. All desperately shoved to the front of the crowd, straining to hear the news. Once the last word was uttered, gossip spread like wildfire.

For reasons not divulged, the king would be abdicating the throne early, passing it down to one of his six sons. The kingdom had been expected to fall into the hands of the eldest, so this news shocked many in the lower rings. For the upper-class, it came as no surprise, considering Prince Shuu's infamous lethargy. Yet the conditions that the princes had to meet, in order to be selected, gave everyone pause.

The six sons would have to leave the castle and search for a priceless treasure. It would be paramount to any other held within the royal treasury. Whoever brought back the 'best' object, would gain the crown.

People interpreted this in many ways. Perhaps a dragon egg would win? Or a rare spell? Maybe even a captured magical creature.

Prince Ayato was practically bursting with joy. This was the chance he'd been waiting for his whole life. It was a simple task, cut and dry, and for once he was actually thankful to his bastard of a father. Why the fool had done it made little sense, but he wasn't going to complain. Suspicions be damned, he was winning this thing.

As the third in line for the throne, yet eldest of the triplets, he'd always been pulled in different directions for where his place should be. But now he had an answer to everything, and competition was something he excelled at.

Grinning viciously, he mounted his horse and set off into the remote wilds of his father's kingdom.

He'd never had a chance to prove himself in such a clear way before, so he didn't think much of riding all day and night in search of a spectacular find. Of course, he would have to bring something cool back, worthy of himself. He thought briefly of his brothers, and the conversation he'd shared with Laito.

"Let me guess, the buzzkill is gonna search for a lame plant of some kind." He'd sneered, eyes on his older brother, who was pouring over maps some distance away.

Laito had laughed lowly. "I wouldn't underestimate him, Ayato. I've heard delicious little details of what he got up to with the Mage's Dark Magic book."

"Tch." Ayato leaned back, frowning over his own map.

"How about you?" Laito's eyes had gleamed with interest.

"Like I'm gonna say. What if you steal my great idea?"

"I'm wounded that you would think so low of me, brother. Especially since I won't be participating in this farce. It'll be more fun to watch you all struggle."

Ayato frowned to himself as he urged his horse on. He didn't want to be manipulated by his father, but this was the easiest way to get what he wanted. And why wouldn't someone want the crown? Well, Ayato hardly cared what motivations his brothers had. He needed to win, that was all.

After dismounting, he cursed foully, complaining over saddle sores.

He'd heard rumor about a rare stone, located deep within the Eastern Forest. Alchemists had coveted it for some time, yet were unable to find any trace of it. That probably had something to do with its location, as the forest was infamous for trapping weary travelers within its many twists and turns.

A part of him longed for a servant to order around, but pride demanded that he brave the woods alone. Subaru had also set out by himself, with nothing but his fists and the clothes on his back.

Ayato snorted, swinging his sword through the dense undergrowth that blocked his way. He tugged his horse forward, gripping the reins tightly. It pulled against his hold, becoming more skittish and frightened the deeper they went into the forest.

"Oi, don't go wussing out on me. You belong to a great prince, have some pride! It's gonna reflect badly on me if you get all jittery from a bunch of twigs."

His horse continued to yank at the reins. Ayato rolled his eyes, glancing at the sky and feeling some of the sleep he'd put off start to creep into his tired body. He wasn't one for camping, though the idea of roughing it on his own had initially been exciting. Yet now that the situation was in front of him, Ayato wished that he'd stopped by a peasant's house before entering the forest, demanding shelter.

With night descending quickly, he made a fire and grabbed the half organised pack from his horse, sitting down on the grass heavily. He'd been walking through the Eastern Forest for some time now, with no trace of the rare stone anywhere. It was meant to be found in a glade, and could grant a person some kind of immense power. He wasn't worried though, he'd find it soon enough. Ayato rubbed his head, wearied as he took a swig from his water pouch.

He'd be happy just for a bed right then, or a hot meal. The leftovers in his pack had been eaten a little too quickly.

Just as he was about to settle in for the night, a rustle caught his attention. He sat up, thinking he's seen something in the shadows up ahead, a figure flitting through the trees. Quickly rising, he staggered from headrush, before grabbing his sword. He then glared at his horse.

"You better be here when I get back." He warned, before turning and running after the figure.

As he ran, knocking the bushes aside and roughly scraping his shoulder against a tree, he thought to himself that the figure must've been a hermit.

When the stranger came into view, just barely visible from the dimly lit sky, Ayato stopped, crouching low. He squinted as the figure's hood drew back to reveal an old hag, aged and haggard. She kept walking, and Ayato followed, curious.

His feet eventually stopped dead. Green eyes slid up to stare at a tall tower. It was made of aged white bricks, and stretched up into the darkening sky, standing alone among the trees.

A flash of memory resounded in his mind, that of building blocks piled high, but Ayato shook the thought away furiously. He crept closer, watching as the hag walked to the base of the tower which had no entrance, calling up to the high window:

"Rapunzel! Let down your hair!"

To his surprise, a large fall of hair, twisted into a braid, swung down from the tower's only window. The hair was impossibly long, hitting the floor and pooling into a heap.

The old hag grabbed the braid and used one of the many ties adorning the locks as a foothold. Ayato stared, amazed as the hair began to slide up. He heard grunting, and the sound of something turning up above, like a crank, as the hag ascended into the air. She rose up to the tower window, before disappearing from sight.

Ayato stood there for a long while. Minutes slipped by, and as they did, his lips curled up at the edges, spreading wider to reveal teeth.

Some time after the hag descended, walking off into the gloom of the forest, he stood below the tower window. Reiterating the words that had caused the hair to fall, satisfaction puffed up inside him as it fell down into heap at his feet.

Mimicking what the hag had done, he was surprised to find that the hair was soft and sleek in his hands. He gripped the strands tight as the hair slid up, grunts of effort reaching his ears and the sound of a crack drawing closer. He glanced below at the ground, refusing to acknowledge the way sweat pricked the back of his neck, and instead focusing on the adrenaline that pumped through his veins.

The girl's eyes flew wide and disbelieving at the image of a stranger climbing through her window. Instead of wrinkles, or frail, weathered bones beneath a sweeping cloak, there was a lithe, athletic build, smooth skin, and a bright shock of red hair.

This person was a man. She'd never laid eyes on one before, but had heard plenty, as the old woman had a penchant for seizing every opportunity to gripe about them.

His lips curled up, and a pleasant voice rang out. "Yo." He said nonchalantly.

She blinked, heart stuttering with fear as she stared uncertainly. "U-um, hello?"

He leaped down from the window, before standing tall. "The name's Ayato Sakamaki."

Amazed, she stuttered, before introducing herself. The man's keen green eyes swept down her figure with interest. He then stepped forward and put his hands on his hips, sizing up her home. "So what's the story with this place; You live here?"

"Y-yes. Sorry but, I'm not sure you should be here. Does my mother know about this?" She glanced uncertainly at the window.

"Huh? I can go wherever I please. You happen to be talking to a Crown Prince." He jabbed a thumb at his chest, smirking as her eyes widened. Cherished memories spent pouring over fairy tales warmed her heart, and when she looked at him again, it was with a new light that went completely ignored by him. "Anyway, the tower doesn't really matter. What's the deal with your hair?"

Her eyes dropped to the fall of locks that were spun around the room, hanging from the rafters and wrapped around her bed posts like a monstrous snake. "Oh...I've never been allowed to cut it, or go outside." She fiddled with a piece of it, tucking the strand behind her ear. She shouldn't have been answering a stranger's questions, but if he was a prince then it felt only natural to.

"Ha? Seriously?"

When she nodded, he grinned, moving uncomfortably close. His green eyes were alight with something indiscernible but intense. She felt like shrinking under that keen stare, but having endured her mother for years, her feet remained firmly rooted in place."You've never been outside?"

"I was brought here when I was twelve. But my mother...she told me to forget about everything that came before then."

"Heh, and how much do you know about the world? Not much, I'm guessing." Prince Ayato peered at her. "Hmm, maybe if the hair thing isn't impressive enough, I can sell you as 'The Airhead Girl.''

"Sell?!" She sputtered.

"Figure of speech. Don't worry, I'll be sure to keep you close when we leave." He waved off her concern dismissively, as if batting a fly.

Her eyes shot wide. "But I barely know you, and I-I can't! I'm not even supposed to be talking with you."

He laughed, sounding young and carefree. It was so fresh and new she couldn't help but be drawn in by it. "Yeah, and your keeper has done a fine job of hiding you away. Really, I applaud them. But-" He bent close to her face, his scent filling her nose. It was spicy, overwhelming, and yet, somewhat inviting. "If you cared about that, you'd have obeyed them and not said a word to me when I climbed in, right? But you've been nothing but chatty. I think you wanna leave. You want to know what you're missing out on."

Her hands fretted at her sides, and she wet her lips, heart leaping when his eyes followed the action. His voice dropped, looking down at her hungrily. "I have a pretty good idea of why your guardian chose to lock you away."

She frowned, "You do? Why?"

Something in his laugh mirrored that of her mother's. Cruel and low. "Ahh...you're gonna be tons of fun." He leaned away, smiling to himself.

The girl didn't know what to make of his words, and stood lost in thought for a moment.

"Would you like a drink?" She suddenly blurted, remembering the manners an etiquette book had taught her.

He rose a brow, blinking in confusion, before shrugging.

Though she would loathe to admit it to her mother, in fear of punishment, the girl had allowed the prince to stay for the night. He'd slept in a tangle of limbs on her bed, having claimed it earlier as the most comfortable surface, and therefore, the only surface he would be sleeping on.

She'd acquiesced, but had stayed awake longer than he had. His snores were loud at first, but after turning over, he'd quieted into hushed breaths, frowning in his sleep. She knew this because she'd stayed attuned to him throughout the night. Without realizing it, she'd watched him from her position on the sofa, wondering about everything beyond the tower.

"When I win, I get the throne!" He'd bragged, before sobering and staring at her. "You'll definitely be the key to victory."

"Oh I don't know...is long hair really that impressive?"

"If I say so, then it is! I've stepped on it five times already. You'll win me the crown for sure, and then I'll-" He seemed to withdraw into himself for a moment. "I'll cast that guy into the streets, or better yet, kill him. Heh, I wonder which would hurt more?"

She didn't mind helping him achieve his goal of being crowned King, but the anxiety of leaving the tower kept her from sharing his enthusiasm. When sunlight began to peak in from her only window, the girl rose. She hesitated by her bed, gazing down at the prince with a small smile.

Another person in her home, whether or not it was a noisy one, was something she couldn't help but be enraptured by. Mother never slept in the tower. She couldn't remember seeing another person so unguarded, or hearing their breathing fall so quiet.

She made him breakfast and woke him up with a careful nudge to his leg. She didn't complain when he ate half of her meal in retaliation for waking him. As she cleared the plates away however, panic was starting to creep into her hands, making them shake.

She didn't want him to leave. To be left alone again after one night of company felt sickening.

"Rapunzel! Let down your hair!"

The girl turned, eyes wide as she stared at the tower window. "She's back." Her throat became dry, and she quickly looked at the prince.

"Heh, so what are you gonna do now?" He asked, utterly calm, not worried in the slightest.

The need to escape had always been there, lurking in the back of her mind. Some days it was pitched into a low hum, barely noticeable, but today, it sang in her veins. A longing for freedom. For wide open spaces, where she could breath in fresh air and talk with people, to live like they did.

She became aware of the prince's proximity, as he drew close to her from behind. ""Hey, don't you feel lucky I found you?"

"Yes." She whispered, moving her hair over her shoulder and sliding it into the pulley system automatically.

"That luck will have been useless if you stay, but at least nothing will change, right?"

His words opened a cavern in her heart, her stomach twisting like the fall of her hair as it plummeted to the ground. There was a tug, signalling her guardian had stepped on.

She began to pull, barely feeling the strain of her muscles from years of her practiced art. Nothing will change.

Horror numbed her fingers, making her hands freeze mid-pull.

"Rapunzel? What's going on?" Came a disgruntled voice, confused as to why she'd stopped.

The girl inched forward, until she stood overlooking the edge of the tower, staring right into the eyes of her mother. Realization slowly dawned on the hag's face as she held onto the hair, swinging in the slight breeze.

"R-rapunzel? Why are you looking at me like that? Pull me up. Now."

She swallowed. "I know my parents were foolish people, and what happened between you was a 'fair' exchange. But...but why did you keep me up here for so long, mother? Why must I always be alone?"

"I-its for your own safety! Come now dear, you know the world of men is dangerous. Let me up and we can enjoy a nice brew together-"

"I don't care, mother." Her voice wavered. She tensed as Ayato chose that moment to lean around her. The heat of his chest pressing against her back sent butterflies scattering in her stomach.

He laughed, judging the distance between the hag and the ground with a grin. "That's quite a drop, huh?"

The hag's eyes snapped wide, mouth falling open. "F-foolish child! What have you done, inviting the company of a man into your midsts?"

"I don't care. Whatever dangers there are, I would rather face them. Better that than enduring one more day stuck in this- this prison!" The girl yelled, her fingers trembling.

"Stupid, ungrateful child! How dare y-"

Rapunzel's eyes widened as her grip slackened. Never in all her years had her grip failed. And yet she watched with a numb sort of fascination as the threads of hair passed through her fingers. The hag screamed. Slack hair was still clutched tight in her gnarled hands, fluttering like a kite's tail as she fell to the earth.

A sickening thud broke the spell.

The girl stared, breaths coming in short, gasping pants. She'd let go. She'd...killed Mother.

"Whoa, dropped like a stone, didn't she?" He glanced at her, before seeing her expression and sighing. "Well, come on. Don't wanna hang around here forever." Ayato muttered, grabbing her loose hair that hung over the side, pulling it back up like a rope.

He made no comment on the broken ends, most likely torn off by the Mother's hand. Instead, he stepped inside the tower, gathering the strands into an incredibly large bundle and stuffing them inside a sack. The girl stood frozen in the window, staring down at the body that lay below.

"Oi!" His voice was suddenly close to her ear, and she jumped, quickly staggering back from the edge and bumping into him. He shoved the sack into her arms and gestured behind him.

"Do you need anything else, or can we get a move on?"

She glanced dazedly around the suddenly too small room. It was packed near to bursting with fairy-tales and little knickknacks that had amused her for years. Her first pictures hung on the wall, some of handprints that she'd smeared onto paper as a toddler.

Instead of giving her comfort, the childish possessions now disturbed her more than anything. The need to leave, and never lay eyes on them again rose like bile in her throat.

She turned to him, desperate for assurance. "Once I win you the crown, what will happen to me afterwards?"

Ayato blinked, before smirking, eyes unreadable. "Let me worry about that."

His cryptic answer did nothing to inspire trust, but she nodded, uncertainty clinging to her like a second skin. "I don't need anything. Let's go, please."

After setting her feet on solid ground, the girl had once fantasized that she would enjoy it, celebrate it like a momentous feat. But in reality, she'd quickly made light of it in favor of moving as quickly away from the broken body of her mother as soon as possible.

Ayato remained unruffled as he strode forward, leading the way through the forest and away from the lonely tower. Rapunzel glanced behind her just once before it was lost from sight.

As they walked, she remained silent, lost in memories. The story of how she'd been traded as a baby in exchange for vegetables had been recited to her ever since she was young. While she knew that her mothe- captor, hadn't loved her, she'd still felt a degree of affection for the old woman.

Ayato's boisterous laughter startled her from her heavy thoughts.

"So you decided to stick around, huh? Knew you'd make the right choice."

She glanced up, stopping dead at the sight of a large animal. "I-is that a horse?"

Ayato patted the steed, grinning. "Sure is. Ah, you never seen one before?"

"I don't remember, but I've seen pictures in my books." Her arms tightened around the sack in her hands. The horse towered over her in height.

"Ohh, then you know all about them then, huh? Like the fact that they like to bite people's hands off?"

She blinked, gaze snapping to his deadly serious features. "Huh?"

"Oh yeah, they love to nibble on delicate young ladies hands the most. When prisoners are executed at the castle, we make sure to save the hands for the horses."

"K-keep it away!" She backed away when he drew close, grabbing her around the waist. She struggled for a moment, feeling herself being lifted into the air.

Ayato set her on the horse, lifting himself up and sitting down in the saddle in front of her. "Heh, don't fuss, idiot. Here you can hold on to me." He grabbed her arms and placed them around his waist, leering at her. "Make sure to grab on real tight-ack! Not that tight!"

After loosening her hold, he clicked his tongue. The horse started forward, quickening from a walk to a trot. When her hands made fists in his shirt, he laughed, and urged the beast on, until they were galloping through the trees at a breakneck speed. The girl kept a firm hold of the sack under her arm, though large strands of hair escaped and blew out into the wind, lashing behind them.

She pressed her face against his shoulder blades, feeling the air chill her bones. Yet she was grateful for the trembling of her shoulders, the bite of cold on her nose. Eventually the forest opened out into farmlands, and she drank in everything with starved eyes.

Ayato smirked to himself as her chest pressed against his back, feeling her racing heartbeat.

Both were hardly aware of the time that passed before the castle came into view. Her arms tightened around his waist as they rode through the main gate. She looked around them wearily, staring at the strangers that haggled their wares.

The prince glanced up at the castle by chance, setting eyes on a certain figure. Immediately, his good mood scattered. Karlheinz stood on the topmost balcony of the castle, overlooking the bustle of the courtyard. Ayato tensed, limbs turning rigid when those patronizing eyes turned their sights on him.

The girl patted his side lightly, "Who is that man?" She asked innocently.

Ayato kept his gaze upward. "You just keep your eyes on me. Don't concern yourself with anyone else. Got it?"

"Y-yes."

Karl Heinz's eyes slipped past him to the girl, and Ayato swiftly turned the horse, heading towards the stables. Something hung low and heavy in the pit of his stomach.

"What do you mean: You have to present me?"

"Just what I said! Geeze, don't you listen when people talk? I have to show what treasure I brought back for this ceremony thing."

There wasn't anything she could say when he'd already explained the reason she'd been welcomed into the castle. Then I really am like some sort of object…

Ayato sighed and tugged on a strand of her hair. She winced just as he grinned sharply. "I took care of you didn't I? You should show me a little gratitude."

The girl nodded quickly. "I am grateful you helped me escape the tower, more than you'll ever know."

He frowned down at her, as if puzzling over her answer. Finally, he loosened his regal clothing, tugging the material out until it was comfortable and scruffy. "Hm, as you should be." Once he was satisfied. he grabbed her by the arm and tugged her out onto the waiting stage.

The ceremony had been held before a large crowd. Each of the brothers had stood, presenting their finds to the kingdom, all the participants seeming annoyed. Putting on a show wasn't in their tastes, though Ayato certainly enjoyed the attention from the crowd. When it was his turn, he bid her to wave, and the girl smiled shyly, standing a bit behind him.

Ultimately, his confidence grew on her, to the point that she felt herself straighten up, engaging in bouts of eye contact. It felt so alien, to be around so many after being alone for so long, but his presence was assuring.

After the ceremony, Karlheinz announced that the winner would be selected the following day. Ayato griped and nagged, trudging along to dinner without noticing the girl trailing behind him.

She sat still during the feast, her eyes flitting from one guest to the next, before finding someone bent close to her face. "Oh~ Who's this?" A pleasant voice asked, his green eyes, though darker, struck a familiar chord with her.

"Are you one of Ayato's brothers?" She hadn't been able to see or interact with them during the ceremony, having stayed glued to Ayato's side.

"How cute, you refer to him without a title! Fufu, have you gone that far already?"

Although clueless, she was beginning to understand the gist of his words from the blush painting his cheeks. "H-how far?" The question slipped out without her consent.

"Oh you know~" The man drew closer, making her shrink back in her seat. "All the way." He purred, eyes raking down her form.

"Oi, Laito! Buzz off already, she's mine."

Laito chuckled, but none the less moved away, smiling at Ayato. "So Reiji brings back a rare gem of necromancy, Subaru coughs up an old artifact, and you bring back... a girl, is that right brother?"

Ayato grumbled in his seat. "She's not a normal girl, she has the longest hair ever. Besides I wasn't about to waste my time in a forest looking for some dumb rocks."

"I don't blame you. A woman is worth far more than any other treasure, and has a thousand other uses." Laito was saying, but it went mostly unheard.

The girl wasn't paying attention any more. Her eyes had risen from the feast, connecting by chance with that of the King's. Though he sat at the end of the long, ornate table, he stared at her with a fixated heat that bridged the distance. She felt stifled under that gaze.

His pale lips tilted up, the slight wrinkles under his eyes creasing.

She found herself replaying that single moment in her head, long after dinner had ended and she'd retired to her bed. Before sleeping, she locked the door of her room, not understanding where the need had arisen from.

Despite public expectation, the announcement that followed the ceremony a day later dubbed the eldest triplet the winner.

Several people went bust, having bet good money on Reiji winning the crown. Some expressed pity that the youngest hadn't won, having participated in order to have a say over his mother's welfare.

The girl had been happy, thinking that she'd managed to be useful. As for Ayato himself, he'd been in a daze ever since. She wished she could spend some time with him, but court officials had been prepping him for the coronation, making it difficult to get close.

Since then, she'd mostly been spending time in her room. Shut off again.

The insidious sensation of eyes had hung on her skin like sticky vapor ever since the dinner on that first day. Though she hadn't seen the king since then, she was constantly alert, uncertain of what had been in those eyes, or why they frightened her so. They made her unable to face going outside her room alone.

On one particular day however, those fears were realized. "The King has…requested an audience with me?"

An aged servant waited outside her door. "Yes dear."

She hesitated. "I don't understand, what for?"

"Why, for your company of course." Seeing the girl's furrowed brow deepen, the older woman leaned forward conspiratorially, lowering her voice. "This is a big opportunity for you! Many a fine woman has longed to be in the position you're in now. His Highness tends to the needs of his lovers exceptionally well. Even better than his wives."

A dull pang echoed in her heart. "Lovers…"

The maid left her standing alone in the hallway, mind turning impossibly fast. A tingling feeling on the nape of her neck pricked into a harsh bite, alerting her to eyes once more.

Her gaze locked with Ayato's.

Quiet, tense energy coiled inside her. She wanted to speak, to break the horrible silence. He had never looked at her like that before, or felt so remote and distant.

Her lips parted. "Ayato." Why did her voice shake? Was she guilty of something?

The prince stared at her a moment longer, before stalking forward.

Her heart thundered in her chest as his hand slammed onto the wall beside her. "Oi…that just now." He finally spoke, hair spilling into his eyes. When he looked up, the locks parted, revealing sharp, glaring green. Somehow, they burned with an inner light.

"You didn't invite it. Did you? His interest." His usual jovial tone had been replaced with one that made her tremble. When she didn't answer, he leaned forward until their foreheads pressed together. The act elicited no warmth or happiness. Her skull ached from being pressed back into the hard surface of the wall behind her.

"You didn't do anything while I wasn't looking, right? Because if you did, nothing will save you." There was a deadly promise in his voice. Hot breath fanned over her lips.

"I wouldn't do that!" She yelled, but words didn't seem to reach him.

She broke the barrier of touch and grabbed his shirt. "Ayato, I don't want to go, please- don't make me! I don't understand what it is he wants from me."

His fingers snapped over hers, crushing them under his larger hands as he pried them off himself. "He wants to fuck you! Why else would he call you to his room?" He spat, the harsh words striking a chord within her. Hadn't Ayato said she belonged to him?"

"W-what? But-but"

"Damn it, stop blubbering." He sneered and backed away slightly, muttering to himself. "That fucking bastard…"

"Ayato, can't you stop this? You're King now aren't you?" She soothed her voice from a less confrontational one, but he seemed too lost in his own frustration to be calmed.

"Not yet I'm not! Shit. He knows I can't do anything to stop him until after the coronation. That's why he's doing this now." He ran a hand through disheveled red locks.

"Please, I don't want this-"

His gaze snapped to hers. "Like he gives a crap what you want."

Her head bowed forward. Hopelessness threatened to overwhelm her. "I won't…"

"Ha?"

Her body was strung tight, her fists shaking at her sides. "I refuse to let him touch me." She jolted roughly in his hold, twisting out of reach and disappearing down the hall before he had a chance to stop her.

Ayato grit his teeth, kicking the wall and feeling a dull thrum race up his leg from the impact.

The building blocks stacked impossibly high flashed in his minds eye. They tilted precariously, threatening to fall.

He wouldn't stand for it. She was his! The bastard knew that, but he just wanted to fuck with him, as always.

Just like that bitch…

"Do you want to go back to the bottom of the lake, Ayato?"

His mind refused to quiet throughout the rest of the day. When guests began to filter in for the informal banquet, he barely noticed.

The girl didn't show up to the feast. Her absence drilled into his thoughts. Come to think of it, when was that special meeting between her and his old man taking place?

His back snapped straight. Was she with him already?

He sucked in a sharp breath, the glass in his hand drawing his attention. The water trembled, as if something was shaking the ground. Like a force was coming no one could stop. Yeah, that was him wasn't it? He wasn't a kid anymore, he could- he could-

"I have no need of you, if you're utterly worthless to me."

Ayato stifled a phantom choke, trying to ignore the sensation of water filling his lungs. This was bullshit. He wasn't doing this, not now.

Why did he still feel like this when he'd finally achieved something of worth? He'd be crowned king soon! The hell was he doing, thinking of these things again?

But a flash of his father's face made the taste of victory turn sickly sour. No, there was no victory if that bastard was still breathing. What's more, he was thinking of satisfying himself inside that girl, the one he'd claimed as his own…

Ayato set down the glass, hands balling into fists. Don't underestimate me, old man. It pisses me off.

Laito glanced away from his conversation with a beautiful brunette to look at his brother, but Ayato had vanished.

Everything lay calm and still that morning. Not a ripple disturbed the motionless surface of the nearby lake. Sunlight blazed, scaling the walls of the castle and bathing every surface in a gentle glow. The kingdom's flag fluttered atop the massive structure.

Further down, stray strands of hair gently swayed in the breeze. The rest of the locks were twisted into a heavy fall, thrown over the side of the King's balcony.

And there, swinging lightly, hung the body of Karlheinz.

A guard who'd been on patrol all night, glanced up by chance whilst walking through the main courtyard. At first, disbelief had severed any action from his brain, but the moment the light hit the body in such a way that it highlighted the king's blank expression, the guard sprung into action.

Chaos descended on the kingdom in the form of frantic footfalls, yells, cries of alarm, thinking that an assassin had killed their king. It was only after the initial terror had subsided that attention was paid to the hair wrapped around his neck.

All blame immediately focused on the girl named Rapunzel.

Officials within the court hushed this information, wanting to handle the situation delicately. Several of them made their way to the throne room, panic quickening their steps.

When the door was cast open, the men stopped, taking in the image before them.

Prince Ayato comfortably lounged on the intricately carved throne, his leg thrown over the armrest. The murderer of the king sat happily on his lap, utterly clueless to their entrance. Ayato held her close, his gaze slanting up to meet the officials who stared at the couple in horror.

"What's with you?"

One man began, his voice shaking. "Y-your Highness, it pains me to say this with such little decorum but-"

"Your father, the former King, has been murdered." Interrupted another.

The girl on his lap glanced at them, her fingers threading in Ayato's loose shirt. He regarded them snidely, eyes filled with boredom. "Really?"

"Yes, Your Highness. We also have reason to believe that the girl with you has-"

"Heh, The King is Dead, Long live the King, right?" Ayato interrupted, moving his leg down and straightening in his seat.

Several of the officials looked at him with shock. "W-what?"

Other's kept a level gaze, expecting this reaction.

Ayato's hand slid up the girl's side, passing her ribs to caress the back of her neck. "This girl isn't someone the kingdom should worry about. She's mine. So I'll do what I want with her." His fingers tangled in her hair, tightening his grip on the cut locks.

Unflinching green eyes challenged any of them to protest.

The court officials didn't dare say a word. Speculation spread throughout the interior of the castle. Noblemen and guards felt they knew the truth, but none were certain in what really happened, save for the five brothers who stood on the sidelines, watching Ayato's coronation.

"It's as if he's carrying the murder weapon around with him. Does he have no tact?" Reiji frowned as Ayato stood close to the girl, the heavy crown adorning his head.

Kanato's nodded dazedly. "I wonder why he doesn't get rid of her?"

The crowd assembled cheered for their new king, the roar of shouts drowning out Laito's quiet chuckle. "I hope your building blocks don't tip over, Ayato. Be sure to mind them carefully."

Slim fingers twirled short strands around absentmindedly. The girl read on, various notes adorning her desk, all regarding the kingdom's welfare and upkeep. Days once spent idle in the tower were now crammed full of study, meetings and research. Yet Rapunzel had never been happier.

Her mind absorbed the information like a sponge. Her love of books had made her useful in attending to things within the kingdom that Ayato didn't have an interest in.

Turning a page, her heart clenched, fingers freezing. Karlheinz's handwriting stared back at her.

She slowly, carefully, shut the book. Another reason of why she drowned herself in work began to crack the surface of her placid expression.

"Dear, the King requests an audience with you." A kind voice called out.

The girl jumped, weaving through nightmares in order to focus on the old maid. "A-Ayato needs me?"

All it took was a single nod, and she was already rising, clearing away her things. When she found that he awaited her in his quarters, she took a steadying breath, trying not to think of that night.

Yet with every step she took, her past self shadowed her footsteps. She could see herself walking to Karlheinz's bedchamber, like a lost lamb going to the slaughter. She'd entered, found him waiting inside, that kind, false smile on pale lips-

"Enter." A voice called, snapping her out of her daze.

Realizing she hadn't knocked, and was instead loitering outside his room, the girl quickly opened the door. Ayato stood by the window, arms crossed.

"You're late."

She rose a brow. "I wasn't aware we had plans?"

He released a sigh before grabbing the curtain, slowly sliding it shut. "You know what I mean. You've kept me waiting long enough."

When he drew in close, enough for her to heart to flutter, she stepped back. "Waiting for...what?"

His lips turned down into a frown. Grabbing her roughly by the arms, air rushed out of her lungs as she fell back onto the bed with a thud. He stood in-between her legs, shoving a knee between her thighs and prying them apart.

"Don't play innocent. You should thank my generosity. If it weren't for me, you'd have been exec-"

"Please don't remind me of it!" She wailed, gripping his forearms and squeezing her eyes shut.

A squeak escaped from her when his lips collided against her mouth. His tongue slid past her lips the moment she gave in, and he moaned as he tasted her deeply. The girl clung to him, feeling his muscles shift as he pushed her deeper into the mattress. Something nudged insistently against her, and she gasped, pulling back from their kiss.

"I'll burn any trace of him away." He said solemnly.

A hush fell over them. Their breaths intermingled. Ayato's gaze slid to her chest, which rapidly rose and fell with each pant. She knew now what that gaze meant, and her stomach fluttered. Spending the better part of her childhood with only fairy tale books, her knowledge about the intimacies shared in bed were limited and naturally, her curiosity took over when she'd come across certain books in the library.

But this wasn't like how they'd described it in the books. He shed her clothes and impatiently waited as she attempted to strip him, growling when she took longer than he wanted. Once his bare skin touched hers, her body flamed alight. A wetness and tightening need swelled inside her core. Instinctively, she rocked her hips against his, desperate to relieve the ache.

It was clumsy and rough at first. Teeth knocked, blunt nails scratched, biting into skin harshly, before hard fingers thrust and prodded their way into places that had her back arching.

"Heh, that's not a bad face you're making, it's actually kind of arousing." He murmured, voice muffled as he retracted his tongue from between her thighs.

He shifted above her, and she closed her eyes, a furious blush spread over her face. She could hear his pants, could feel his fingers press over her skin, and when his hands lifted her thighs so her legs could wrap around him, a noise escaped her throat. That prodding that she felt earlier returned, only this time, it felt hotter and more real.

When he slid inside her, her eyes opened on reflex, and she tensed, expecting it to hurt, but he just smirked at her. His fingers only had to press against her sex to be coated in her fluids. "Can't pretend you're not enjoying it now, huh?"

And then he began to move. The sensation of him thrusting inside her built the ache in her core, until it consumed her entire body. Her fingers slid into his red hair, feeling its softness soak with sweat as he grunted and moved.

As the ache inside her curled her toes, white hot heat coxed her higher, and higher- until ravenous, soul splitting pleasure drowned out all thought.

Without the barriers of her mind, memories came rushing in.

She saw it all. The way her body had shaken violently, throwing off Karl's hands before he'd been able to do anything more than kiss her. Wrong, all wrong! Her mind had screamed. Fairy tales lining the walls of the tower bled into her vision. Those stories had become her sole comfort in her isolation. To the point that they'd become her obsession.

When a prince had stepped through her window, she'd felt a thin veil of relief and peace wash over her. It'd been perfect. He was the same as her books by association of his title. She'd implicitly trusted him without needing any other reason.

So then, when had the situation turned so sour? Why did a King embrace her? Only a prince was supposed to have her.

The rest was a red haze. She recalled her fingers wrapping around his neck, squeezing and squeezing as panic surged through her bloodstream. In another flash, they were struggling on the floor, her hair wound around his neck.

Then the voice of Ayato had startled her, his green eyes wide. Karlheinz had been coughing, retching on the floor, gasping for air.

She dimly remembered Ayato's voice calming her as they'd manoeuvred the king over to the balcony. And then...

Strands of hair had twisted into a rope, strung tight around his neck as it gave a sickening snap. His head had lolled to the side, eyes glazed and vacant.

Ayato had brushed his fingers through her hair afterwards, muttering incoherent things as he'd cut her locks free with bloody scissors. Everything else was a blur, except for the few words that he echoed now, locked inside her and panting torn, ragged breaths.

"You're mine. And mine alone."

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Evolution of Disney Princesses theory

Guess who’s back with another theory? Me! How did you know? Anyways, I’m going to be taking a break with my Harry Potter theories and venture out to one my childhood's fondest memories. Yes, Disney. More specifically, Disney Princesses.

Like every single living organism on this planet, everyone (even your beloved film characters and TV series) goes through a form of evolution. In this theory, I am going to be talking about the “Evolution of Disney Princesses” and how they adapt to our ideas of what a Disney Princess should be.

But before we get into all of that, we need to answer: how does one become a Disney Princess?

Simple, really. (sarcasm).

Each Official Disney Princess must meet the following requirements: A) has a primary role in a Disney animated feature film, B) is human or mostly human-like (e.g. Ariel), and C) does not appear primarily in a sequel. The actual title of Princess (or equivalent) is not necessary but certainly, helps.

Then, if they pass the requirements above: there’s more! Whereas the first set of requirements required you to meet all three, in part b) you only have to meet one of these criteria. A) You have to be born royal or B) you must be born royal or C) perform a significant act of heroism.

Then, the final test. The unspoken rule. Box office revenue.

As of 2017, the eleven characters considered part of the franchise are Snow White, Cinderella, Aurora, Ariel, Belle, Jasmine, Pocahontas, Mulan, Tiana, Rapunzel and Merida. 

Fun Fact: Tinkerbell was revoked of her Disney Princess membership.

Disney Princesses are a massive thing for every young girl. They are role models for the next generation and as generations and generations pass, the ideas of roles of a Disney Princess becomes different.

Classic Era:

These are your “reactionary” princess who saw a lot of action but didn’t do much about it. They are very dependant of basically everyone else and victimised a lot - feeding into the stereotypical “women”. Granted, this was princesses that represented the era that “girls should be seen and not heard.”

Snow White

Snow White is the first and original Disney Princess. Snow White is a beautiful young princess, described by her evil stepmother's Magic Mirror as having 'hair as black as ebony, lips as red as the rose, skin as white as snow' and also dubbed by the Mirror as the 'Fairest Of Them All'. Then, somewhere along the movie, she seeks refuge in the Seven Dwarfs, eats an apple from an insecure witch and is saved with a true love’s kiss. Disney regards Snow White as kind, sweet and respectful, encouraging children to, "be a friend to all," in the same way she is depicted in the film.

Cinderella Cinderella is the second Disney Princess. She is often considered the "Leader of the Disney Princesses". Forced into servitude by her evil stepmother, Lady Tremaine, and her two cruel stepsisters, Drizella and Anastasia, after her father's death, her only source of happiness was her animal friends, which consists of birds and mice. While scrubbing the floors of her late father's mansion, an invitation to the Prince's ball is delivered, inviting all of the eligible women to attend so that he can find a wife. And, you know the story. There’s a godmother, a clock, about a dozen of songs and a glass slipper thrown into there.

Aurora Aurora is the third Disney Princess. She first appeared in Disney's 16th animated feature film Sleeping Beauty (1959). To be perfectly honest, I actually forgot what this movie was about. Blah blah, blah, a princess was born. Blah, blah, blah, the Holy Trinity appears in a fairy form. Blah, blah, blah, she gets cursed how she’s going to prick her finger on her 18th birthday. Ouch. Blah, blah, blah - she does. Blah, blah, blah, prince charming comes with a true love's kiss. Oh, what an excellent plot convenience.

Renaissance era:

Then, Disney introduced these princesses that had more independence, more complexity and depth in their character - challenging social norms (well done for being bold Disney.) Sure, they still had their critics but not as much as the classic eras.

Arial:

Mermaid. Sees the human world. Trades for voice to an octopus in order to experience the human world. There’s a prince in there sure but still, we see a more feisty and independent woman who wants to take charge of her own fate. You go, Arial!

Belle:

Everyone knows her. Her story can be best summed up by this mantra - “don’t judge a book by its cover.” Pretty sure there’s a handsome beast in there (who she helps saves), talking objects and Emma Watson thrown in there. But really, Belle is an independent, intelligent, headstrong and courageous princess - again challenging society and social norms.

Jasmine:

There’s a genie. Three wishes. A castle. The songs are amazing. Jasmine, despite she’s so independent and headstrong still has red flash marks as she “seduced” the villain or something and still depends on a man. Though on the positive side, she does challenge authority. Actually, her dad. Actually, that might not be a good message to parents after all. Oh well, still a great fairy-tale from Disney.

Pocahontas:

If you ever want to see an inaccurate, loved-up, innocent version of racial domination, you got it in Pocahontas! But seriously, her independence and bravery need to be commended.

Mulan:

She also does not fit in with the expectations of a young Chinese girl of the time; despite her natural beauty, she is clumsy, outspoken, and independent rather than graceful, silent and demure. After her meeting with the matchmaker ended in chaos, the matchmaker claimed that even though she had the looks of a bride, she would never find a match. However, her courage, intelligence, and determination helped her through her adventures, in which she disguises herself as a male soldier in order to fight in the Chinese army in place of her wounded father. 

Modern Era:

Get ready to see a storm of feisty and confident princesses who actually kick-ass!

Tiana:

Tiana offers a new perspective as simply a hard-working woman who bears no reliance on a man. She gets turned into a frog. Then becomes a human again. She then fulfills her dream to open a restaurant. She also does marry a prince but that’s not her intention in this movie - marrying a prince for her was just a “bonus.”

Rapunzel:

A princess. Long, blonde hair. Teams up with a thief called Flynn and go on a magical journey to see the lanterns and to escape the tower that her stepmother forces her to be in. We learn freedom.

Every girl’s dream. :)

Merida:

First Disney Princess to not have a love interest nor to sing in Brave. A huge achievement on its own from Disney. The best way of putting it: she is basically like Katniss Everdeen without actually competing in the Hunger Games and instead tries to reverse the spell that landed of her mother into a bear.

If you want to learn more about the history of Disney Princesses: I strongly recommend you to check this site :https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disney_Princess in which I got a lot of this information from.

As society progresses, our ideals for a Disney Princess changes. Who knows? Maybe we will have a LGBT+ Disney Princess, a plus-sized Disney Princess or even just an ordinary person - you don’t have to be royal to be a princess. (or something corny like that.)

Additionally, from the complaints Disney got about their line-up of Disney princesses, they teamed up with Kate Moss and created a poster called “The Princess Principles.”

It’s actually quite a clever advertisement endorsement. Checkmate, Disney. But you can’t deny, the poster DOES look pretty.

It actually sorts of makes sense. I would prefer to be blunt and say “thy shall not kill” but you know, each to their own.

Edit #1 - 26/06/2017: So, I was walking and I saw this awesome display board at my college. It was basically pictures of Disney Princesses with motivational quotes such as, “off to work we go!”, “you got to dig a little deeper”, “i am not a prize to be won” to show that Disney Princesses are role-models despite their heavy criticism (as we discussed the Classic Era). I feel like the need for this display board was mainly due to geographical factors. I live in a poverty-deprived area where a small number of people go to higher education and universities and such, and so, this display board was made just to inspire us - seeing that I attend an all-girls-school. I still have multiple theories in my mind about who was responsible for this display, none of which I confirmed. Either way, I sort of love this display board and the idea behind this was pretty damn cool.

MY FRIEND: What are you doing?

ME: Can you move?

MY FRIEND: Why?

ME: I’m trying to take a picture of a Tumblr post.

MY FRIEND: What’s Tumblr?

Me: *sighs*

Avoir un lieu magique et une journée incroyable!

-sexierthanaheartburn