#Beauty and The beast

[exophilia-interest757]

So pretty.

Beauty and the Beast 🥀

[kaynanarie]

Eyes of Gold (Part 8)

(A WukongxReader story inspired by Beauty and the Beast and Lutung Kasarung.) (First) (Prev)

            Shihou was eerily quiet all the way back to the mountain. You snuck glances at him but didn’t speak, offput by his thunderous mood.

             His expression was stony and cold, the clench at his jaw pulling his mouth into a tight frown. Glowing, golden eyes were narrowed in a fierce glare you didn’t want turned on you. His tail lashed with each step and you could feel his fur bristling everywhere you touched. The hands holding you were gentle but firm, huddling you close as he hurried through the rain.

            The brisk pace had you back at the palace in no time, finding shelter from the storm within the stone walls. You tucked your face against Shihou’s shoulder to avoid the inquisitive stares of the other monkeys. Shihou either didn’t notice or didn’t care, marching through the halls and only stopping once he reached your room.

            He shouldered his way inside and gently sat you on the edge of the bed; the rainwater soaking the covers and dripping onto the floor went unnoticed. The chill of the room seeped into your wet clothes, leaving you shivering without his warmth. Careful hands brushed the tattered remains of your sleeve away to examine your arm. Shihou’s face darken further as he studied your injury.

            “I’ll be right back,” he finally spoke, a rumble in his quiet word. Before you could react, he was already across the room, briefly pausing in the doorway. “You should change into something dry,” he said, the tone too stern to be a passing suggestion. Then he was gone, only the tip of his tail vanishing out the door before it clicked shut.

            In the silence of the empty room, you let out a shaky sigh. Between the close call with the wolves and the tense trip back, you were exhausted but relieved to be in the safety of the mountain once more.

            A shudder danced down your spine and prickled over your skin. The palace walls were strong and sturdy but offered little in the way of warmth. Slow and weary, you stood and shuffled to the wardrobe. The fumbling of your numb fingers managed to discarded your torn clothes in a wet pile. A clean robe was quickly tugged on and wrapped snuggly around you. Even with loose sleeves, the sting of material against raw skin left you wincing with each movement.

            You retreated back to the bed, curling up under dry blankets as wind and rain lashed against the window. While you waited, your mind wandered back to Shihou.

            In the short time you had known him, you had seen many different moods from your monkey friend. Playful, curious, mischievous, occasionally affronted, but endlessly kind. Never had you seen him radiate such rage. It was a chilling reminder that despite his friendly nature, Shihou was still a demon and very dangerous.  

            But your trust in him was unwavering. If anything, his fierce reaction made you more thankful for his protection.

            Your thoughts were interrupted by a quiet knock at the door.

            “Come in!” you said, voice barely above a rasped whisper.

            Shihou stepped inside, dressed in dry robes and carrying a tray. On it were crushed plants, towels, bowls, and a roll of bandages. He sat next to you, balancing the medical kit with one hand while the other settled your arm across his lap. With the sleeve rolled out of the way, you hazard a glance at your injuries for the first time.

            Four scratches ran parallel across your forearm. They weren’t long or deep, just the raw red of barely broken skin. Without a word, Shihou went to work, gently cleaning the wounds and covering them with stinging poultice.

            “Shihou?” you called to him quietly. He didn’t respond, completely focused as he wrapped your arm from elbow to wrist. “Shihou, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause you trouble.”

            With the bandage snuggly in place, Shihou set your arm down. “You shouldn’t have left the village,” he finally spoke. It was quiet, rough, and growled between clenched teeth.

            “I was with others, I thought it was safe,” you argued, shifting your arm to see his handy work. “Besides, it’s not that bad. See? Barely a scratch.”

            “You shouldn’t have gotten hurt at all!”

            The shout rang around the room but it wasn’t anger you heard in his words. Panic, fear, and guilt echoed off stone and filled the tense air between you. Shihou’s whole body slumped with a weary sigh, burying his face in his hands to calm himself.

            “A wolf pack was reported in the area last night,” he explained, lift his head enough to study the far wall. “Our meeting was to arrange patrols at the borders; we didn’t know they were already on the mountain. When we heard there was an attack and I couldn’t find you, I feared the worst.” He glanced at your arm, reaching out to ghost a touch over the bandage. “I should have been there to protect you. I’m sorry.”

            You laid a comforting hand over his, smoothing down the bristled fur. “But you did protect me. I’m still here.”

            “I was almost too late!” Gentle hands suddenly framed your face, forcing you to meet Shihou’s eyes. They were serious but pleading, the gold bright with worry. “Please, Peaches. Promise me you’ll be more careful.”

            “I’ll try,” you offered, leaning into his delicate hold. “But what if there’s more of them? I don’t want you to get hurt fighting them off.”

            He chuckled at your concern, his mood lightening just a bit. “I can handle a few weakling wolves. Their leader wasn’t a challenge and the rest will go into hiding without him around.”

            The information made you perk up. The more you pondered it, the less it made sense.

            “Wait, you took out the leader? I thought Monkey King did.”

            Shihou tilted his head with a frown. “What makes you say that?”

            “One of the wolves mentioned not hurting any of the monkey ‘subjects’ so I assumed…” Thinking back only brought flashes of sharp, sneering grins and eerie howls. You flinched, shaking your head at the too-fresh memories. “Never mind, I must have misheard. I’m probably too tired to remember properly, anyways.”

            Guilt shadowed Shihou's eyes when he looked away. “Why don’t you get some rest; we can talk about it later, okay?”

            When he stood, a wave of panic trembled you to the core. “Wait!” you yelped, latching onto his arm. Shihou froze, glancing down at you but not pulling away. It was childish and embarrassing but you refused to let go. “Will you…stay with me? I really don’t want to be alone.”

            Golden eyes widened in surprise but a slow nod calmed your nerves. “Sure.” He pulled the covers over you before sitting again, keeping his hand on your shoulder as a reassuring weight. Unfortunately, he felt each shiver and shake as you huddled under the blankets. “Are you cold?”

            “A little,” you admitted through chattering teeth.

            “Alright. Scoot over, Peaches.” Shihou slid under the blankets, strong arms quickly wrapping you in a warm hug. His fur was still damp under his robes but his body heat chased the chill from your bones. When you snuggled against his chest, a quiet chuckle rumbled under your ear. “Better?”

            You nodded, hiding the blush burning your cheeks. “Thank you, Shihou.”

            “Anytime,” he hummed as he cuddled you closer. Your head was tucked under his chin while his tail looped itself around your ankle. He kept a gentle grip on your injured arm, fingers rubbing soothing circles against your wrist.

            The rage of the storm was slowly drowned out by quiet purrs and the steady rhythm of Shihou’s heartbeat. Safe, warm, and perfectly content, you were lulled to peaceful sleep in his arms.

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Hurt/comfort for the soul! This chapter wasn't planned but felt necessary. Shihou is both soft and protective and all the love he gets makes me so happy!

Thank you so much for reading! Happy New Year!

[ur-fav-is-agere]

Belle from Beauty And The Beast

Is a caregiver!

[kmomof4]

Yep. That scene is too precious for words!!!

Thinking of the library scene from the animated Beauty and the Beast.

He's so freaking adorable and excited. He's so excited to give this girl a gift and he really really hopes she likes it.

You just know that the "close your eyes - it's a surprise" was completely spur-of-the-moment too, as he's starting to open the door when he suddenly stops and goes "But first you have to close your eyes." Like, he was about to open the door and lead her in, but then thought wait, but this would be so fun.

And she lets him lead her in... Not only does she do as he asks (and GOOOOD the way he waves a paw in front of her face to make sure she's not peeking and then that SMILE...) but she allows him to take her hands, and she allows him to draw her into the room. She's completely trusting of him, she's not hesitant or resisting, she has no problem closing her eyes and allowing a monster to not only touch her, but to guide her steps without bringing her into possible danger. And she still doesn't peek until he says so - she just eagerly asks if she can look now, but she listens when he says not yet.

And then just that eager, anxious smile he has during the entire rest of the scene, you know he's so hopeful even before he asks "You like it?" and he's so pleased with himself and god damn this movie makes me soft.

[darklinaforever]

It's crazy how people can reject the very heart of the film Nosferatu 2024. Named the relationship between Ellen & Orlok.

Note that no one among the Orlok & Ellen fans denies that she loves Thomas, at least, I have never seen any fans of Orlok & Ellen claim otherwise.

Simply, we also integrate the fact that she has sexual desire for Orlok (because she is sexually frustrated with Thomas) and also a deeper connection than that with him on an aspect of her that only he can understand.

So why do I see people (more precisely fans of Ellen & Thomas ship) trying to deny any shared relationship between Ellen & Orlok, if not an abusive aspect of Orlok on Ellen (which exists, I don't deny it, and it's part of why we like this relationship, the toxicity, but it's not just that between the characters) ?

That she just hate him because she said to him ? As if in movies the dialogue and actions can't differ ? As if someone can't both hate and love someone ? You must be really boring not to understand that.

I can find tons of examples in fiction of characters who say they hate each other but love each other / have feelings for each other. Worse, saying it before a passionate kiss or even during sex. In cinema, it's mostly what happens on screen that matters, even if the dialogues have a certain importance and must be well done, they are not really the main attraction.

At the limit, people will recognize the erotic aspect between the vampire and the girl, but nothing more, refusing the aspect of connection that we are talking about.

And again, either some will accept that Ellen desires Orlok, but others will say that it is only a desire resulting from Orlok's manipulation thanks to his powers.

(Because apparently it's impossible to experience a sexual awakening with a monster in fiction ? Christine Daee had no problem experiencing her sexual awakening without magic involved thanks to Erik who nevertheless looked like a living corpse from what I remember...)

Some also try to say that the erotic aspect of the vampire exists but only between Orlok and Thomas. Seriously, wtf ?

(Even if yes, we can say that there is a form of tension between Orlok and Thomas but it is clearly not central to the story or very important)

And for some, Ellen would only be a form of Thomas by proxy for Orlok. Ridiculous.

(Especially since it would be the opposite logically, namely that Orlok has a tension with Thomas because he is linked to Ellen that Orlok wants)

And that Ellen on her side would have an ambiguity romantic and sexual with Anna only and not Orlok. Because I imagine that it is more tolerable that Ellen loves her husband and has ambiguous feelings for a woman rather than these two and the vampire that is Orlok in addition ?

People constantly try to belittle the Orlok & Ellen relationship.

While the film is very clear.

Not only is it a relationship based on eroticism but also on a deeper connection linked to the darkness in Ellen, an aspect of her that only Orlok can understand, and some romantic undertones between the two characters.

Seriously, in the interviews we talk about a love triangle. Of the vampire in love with Ellen. Of a sexual awakening (contradicting the idea that some fans have that Orlok forces this sexual desire in a "magical" way in Ellen) and of a love between a girl and a demon. Not to mention the take on inspiration from Death and the Maiden, the Beauty and the Beast and Wuthering Heights ! But yeah... nothing romantic between the girl and the monster at all here...

Anyway, it's always the same fucking story when there's a ship with a villain and a heroine... Just impressed by how quickly detractors of a fictional relationship can come forward. 🙄

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

We know our man GRRM is fond of Beauty and the Beast, but i wonder if he was influenced for Sandor as well by Phantom of the Opera (another Batb story!). There's a Phantom adaptation which has the Phantom be named "Sandor", and he's not born disfigured, his face is burnt in a fire...And his dead wife has red hair. The film's from 1983 made for tv, obscure. maybe it's a coincidence but..

I checked GRRM's writings and interviews -- using zionius's So Spake Martin Extended search engine, which has everything -- and I'm afraid I can't find any time GRRM has ever even mentioned the Phantom of the Opera. I know sansan Phans have brought up the connection before, but the fact that, yes, POTO is also a beauty and the beast story may just be the simple reason for those shared tropes, sorry. And GRRM has said that Sandor being a real name was unintentional.

Thank you for that info about the 1983 TV movie, though. GRRM did start working in Hollywood in the 80s -- although not until 1985, he had just published The Armageddon Rag in '83 -- but it is possible he saw the movie when it was nationally broadcast on CBS. However, if he did, he's never mentioned it. Perhaps someone sometime could ask him about any perceived POTO connections...

[elizabeth-holland24]

The Beast Within-Chapter 9 (Part 2)

At Jakes room

He led her to his room and handed her the enchanted mirror. “You can use this to see him.”

Mausi’s hands trembled as she whispered, “Show me my father.” The mirror revealed Pete, struggling as two men held him captive.

“Papa!” she cried. “He’s in trouble.”

“Then you must go to him,” Jake said softly.

Mausi stared at him, stunned. “What did you say?”

Jake’s expression was resolute. “You must go to him. There is no time to waste.”

Mausi shook her head, trying to hand the mirror back. “No… I can’t take this.”

Jake’s clawed hand closed around hers, steadying it. “Keep it. Then you’ll always have a way to look back on me.”

Mausi’s heart fractured. She wanted to speak, to tell him she wasn’t ready to leave, but her father’s face in the mirror reminded her of what was at stake. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

She turned to leave, her steps hesitant, her heart warring with itself. At the door, she stopped and glanced back. Jake stood motionless, his eyes filled with unspoken words. But there was no time. She ran, clutching the mirror tightly.

Jake watched her go, his chest constricting painfully. He knew he had done the right thing, but it didn’t hurt any less. Turning back into the room, he slumped against the wall, a broken whisper escaping him. “Goodbye, Mausi.”

Jake’s voice trailed off, and he sank to his knees, overwhelmed by the silence that now filled the castle. The once-lively air felt stifling, the walls closing in as though they, too, shared his heartbreak.

The enchanted objects gathered around, their expressions mirroring the grief etched across Jake’s face. Bradley, ever the optimist, tried to lift the mood. “Well, Jake, I’ve had my doubts, but everything is moving like clockwork. True love really does win the day.”

Jake’s response was quiet, barely a whisper. “I let her go…”

Bradley blinked in disbelief. “You what?!”

“I let her go,” Jake repeated, louder this time, the weight of the words pressing on his chest like a crushing blow.

Javy stepped forward, his brows furrowed in frustration. “Jake, why did you do that?”

“I had to…” Jake’s voice cracked, and he looked away, unable to meet their eyes.

“But why?” Javy demanded, his tone sharp but tinged with desperation.

“Because he loves her…” Penny answered softly, her warm glow dimming as realization dawned.

Javy’s expression turned to one of confusion and anger. “Then why are we not human?!”

Jake’s claws dug into the stone floor as he growled, “Because she doesn’t love me… and now, it’s too late.”

Bradley tried to interject, his voice filled with hope. “But she might still come back—”

Jake cut him off with a bitter shake of his head. “No. I set her free.” He paused, his eyes glistening. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do the same for you.”

Javy took a step back, his face falling as the finality of Jake’s words sank in. The objects looked at each other, the faint hope they’d clung to slipping away like grains of sand through their fingers.

Jake’s voice dropped to a low murmur. “Now go… our time is almost past.”

The enchanted objects retreated reluctantly, leaving Jake alone with his thoughts. He slumped against the wall, his shoulders heavy with despair.

In the solitude of his chambers, Jake sat by the rose, its glow dimming with every passing second. He stared at the petals, his mind racing with memories of Mausi’s laughter, her courage, the warmth of her hand in his. A single tear rolled down his furred cheek, a rare and fragile expression of the love he could never voice.

“Why?” he whispered to the rose, his voice hoarse. “Why did I wait so long? Why didn’t I tell her?”

The rose swayed slightly in its case, as if responding to his pain. Jake reached out but stopped short, afraid to touch it, afraid to hasten its fall.

“Perhaps… this was never meant to be,” he murmured, his voice hollow. He turned away from the rose, unable to face the symbol of his dwindling hope.

The castle around him seemed to echo his despair. He roamed the halls aimlessly, his massive frame casting shadows that loomed like spectres. He found himself in the ballroom, the place where he’d first begun to see her as more than a prisoner—where he’d first dared to hope.

He could still see her there in his mind’s eye, her delicate frame moving gracefully across the floor as they danced. Her laughter had filled the room like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. Now, the silence was deafening.

Jake wandered up the staircase, his claws dragging along the banister. From the window, he could see the distant forest, the path Mausi would take to save her father. His heart clenched at the thought of her leaving, of her never returning.

“She’s my light,” he realized, his heart aching. “And now, I’ve sent her away.”

Jake stood at the highest window of the west tower, his eyes fixed on the shrinking figure of Mausi in the distance. He tried to commit every detail to memory—her dark hair, the determined set of her shoulders, the way she glanced back over her shoulder as though she might change her mind.

But she didn’t. She kept running.

Jake’s chest heaved as he let out a guttural roar that echoed through the castle, a sound of raw anguish that spoke of love and loss too great to bear.

The enchanted objects, hidden in the shadows, watched with heavy hearts. Bradley wiped an invisible tear from his porcelain cheek. “She’ll come back. She has to.”

Javy shook his head, his tone grim. “He’s right. It’s too late.”

As Jake turned away from the window, the last traces of light in his eyes dimmed. He retreated into the depths of the castle, his once-proud frame hunched under the crushing weight of his despair.

He had done the right thing. He had set her free. But as the silence closed in, one unbearable truth remained—freedom had come at the cost of his heart.

A/N: Merry Late Christmas. So I wanted to upload this before but got a little busy, you know how the holidays are. But yeah we are near the end, I hope you guys love this chapter. This one is dedicated to my bestfriend, my ride or die, my pookie. Remember to like, comment or weblog and tell me your thoughts. Thank you so much for the love and support on this story. Don't forget to comment, like and reblog, so I know if you are enjoying it.  Love you guys and thanks for reading  <3

[punster-2319]

That moment will always remind me of this:

TEN DISNEY VILLAIN DEATHS

↳ 2 out of 10 | GASTON (beauty and the beast)

after gaston stabs the beast and interrupts an almost classic happily ever after, karma works its magic leading to his plummet towards impending doom. whether or not he lands in the moat or on the spikes is up to you (and depends on the version you have). no one falls to his death like gaston.

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[fandomsandfeminism]

Broke:

Belle has Stockholm syndrome because she falls in love with the Beast, her kidnapper.

Woke:

Stockholm syndrome was coined to slander a woman who had been in a hostage situation but openly criticized the poor police response which recklessly put her in more danger and escalated the violence. She was then belittled and discredited publically by the police for this.

So. Yeah. Maybe Belle does have Stockholm syndrome actually.

[rhera]

THE INNOCENTS (1961) THE OTHERS (2001) CRIMSON PEAK (2015) THE GHOST AND MRS. MUIR (1947) THE VVITCH (2015) THE BLOOD ROSE (1970) BEAUTY AND THE BEAST (1946) THE HOUSE THAT SCREAMED (1969) THE HORRIBLE DR. HICHCOCK (1962) THE SPIRAL STAIRCASE (1946)

[pacificwaternymph]

Batfamily Beauty and the Beast AU where Bruce is the beast and with every child he adopts he becomes slightly more and more human.

He finds Dick in the woods, sobbing over the loss of his parents. A year later, he looks in the mirror and wonders if he's only imagining that he's gotten shorter.

Jason sneaks into the castle and steals a loaf of bread, hungry and desperate. Bruce takes him in and offers him a proper meal. As he's putting his new son to bed one night, he notices that his claws have shrunk.

Tim marches into the castle and demands Bruce take him, knowing the stories of the monster who kidnaps children. Bruce's snout feels flatter than it used to when he presses a kiss to his forehead.

Cassandra lasts a full two weeks before anyone even notices she's there. The fur on Bruce's arms begins to thin as he holds her close, and she smiles up at him.

Tim brings home Stephanie, who loudly insists that she does not need nor want a new father. His skin grows less leathery, and the beginnings of crows feet appear on the corners of his eyes.

Damian is brought to them by Talia, rigid and wary of everything, convinced of his birthright as the Bat's heir. The fangs in Bruce's mouth seem to smooth over as he learns to gentle his speech.

The day Duke joins the family, still reeling from the plague that claimed his parents, something clicks. Bruce steps out, and before them stands a perfectly human man, finally made whole by his love for his children.

[ilustrariane]

"Don't you know this tale, in which all I ever wanted I'll never have? For who could ever learn to love a beast? However cold the wind and rain I'll be there to ease up your pain However cruel the mirrors of sin Remember, beauty is found within Forever shall the wolf in me... desire the sheep... in you"

Nightwish - Beauty and the beast

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i reworked an old artwork of mine to fit my current style/needs/vibes, what do you think of this version of beauty and the beast?

[scurviesdisneyblog]

Belle costume designs ➙ final film

[the-most-sublime-fool]

beauty and the beast (1946) is kinda lit

jean cocteau was so real for this

women have always wanted to fuck the beast