#Beauty and The beast

[theshadowsofevil]

I’m really glad they changed it because it really does make a lot of sense to have “be our guest” to be sung to Belle instead of Maurice and I can see where a lot of people are coming from where comes to those changes.

"Be Our Guest" original draft storyboards vs final film (💖)

The song was originally written by Ashman and Menken to be sung by the enchanted objects to Maurice instead of Belle. However, story artist Bruce Woodside felt that the song would make more sense if it was sung to Belle, the main character, as opposed to secondary character Maurice, and directors Kirk Wise and Gary Trousdale agreed.

[didanagy]

LA BELLE ET LA BÊTE (2014)

dir. christophe gans

[kaynanarie]

Eyes of Gold (Part 13)

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

            Quiet. Warm. Serene. Another peaceful day on the Mountain of Fruit and Flowers. You sat under a peach tree, enjoying the sweet scent of florals and the kiss of sunshine on your skin. It was the perfect place to relax and sort yourself out.

           Thoughts, feelings, wants, and doubts had been whirling through your head for days now. And at the center of it all was Shihou. Wonderful, kind Shihou. With soft fur that smelled of peaches and mountain stone. Strong arms that held you close and kept you safe. A cheeky smile and chittery laugh that brightened your day and cheered any mood. And warm, golden eyes that captured your heart with their unspoken devotion.

           It was unexpected, you didn’t even know when it truly started, but there was no denying the most obvious fact now. You had fallen in love with Shihou.

           Maybe it was impossible not to. You lived for the moments his tail would curl around your wrist as he led you somewhere. In the comfort and protection he offered in each and every hug. Watching his handsome face as he spoke of his home and people, brilliant eyes shining with his infectious enthusiasm. More than once, you dreamed of brushing your hands through his fur, feeling his solid form press against you, and touching your lips to his to find out how he tasted.

            You shook your head, cheeks burning at the scandalous thoughts. Being close to Shihou only fanned your desires higher, fueled by every lingering touch and fond glance. It was getting harder to hide your reactions, face constantly flushed and heart fluttering every time you were together. If Shihou’s questioning stares and smug grins were anything to go by, you weren’t doing a very good job.

           It was embarrassing to be so shy over something so easily remedied but other worries plagued you with doubt and halted any confessions.

           As affectionate as Shihou was, you could only guess the depth of his true feelings. He was your protector, your peach friend, but beyond that? What if you mistook normal demon behavior for romantic interest? Maybe he could never see himself with a human? Perhaps another already held his heart far from your clumsy reach? Understandable but heartbreaking, all the same.

           Then there was the question of the King. While Sun Wukong had been nothing but kind and welcoming to you, his tolerance of humans was still vague. He’d upheld his promise, even declaring himself protector of your village, and your gratitude was immeasurable. But if he objected, or found insult in your pursuit of his guard, any goodwill between you and the Monkey King would be shattered. And worse, Shihou might also face punishment for your mistake; something you couldn’t bear to put him through.

           Your thoughts twisted and tangled themselves together until your head ached but no true answer relieved you of your woes. The mountain had slowly become your home and a small, hopeful part of you wanted to share it with Shihou. But fears of his refusal or banishment from the King himself kept your secrets buried and left your heart wanting.

           As you sat, sighing and contemplating, something soft brushed your cheek. Then something else touched your shoulder. Tiny flowers in pure whites and blushing pinks were floating down, covering you in delicate petals and flowery fragrance. A quiet chuckle gave away the culprit before you even glanced up.

           Shihou had suddenly appeared, perching nimbly in the tree as he dropped flowers down like a mischievous cloud. “Hey, Peaches!” he greeted with a cheeky grin. “What you doing out here?”

           “Just thinking,” you said simply, biting back the wave of emotions threatening to spill out. Just seeing him, hearing his voice, was a balm and a thorn all in one.

           “About what?” When you didn’t answer, Shihou let himself fall backwards, hanging upside down from the branch so his frowning face hovered just in front of yours. “Everything okay?”

            “Everything’s fine.” You booped his nose, giggling when he followed your finger with crossed eyes. “How was your day?”

           Shihou scowled. “Boring. Long meetings, patrol schedules, a lot of guard complaints. I’m glad it’s over.” His face softened, eyes shining fondly when they met yours. “I missed you.”

           “I missed you, too.” It was painfully honest and you were determined to enjoy whatever time or affection he was willing to share. “So, what do you have planned now that you’re free of responsibilities?” you teased, picking away the loose flowers still clinging to his fur.

            “Well…” Shihou mused, casually swinging back and forth by his tail. “I was thinking of taking you up to the waterfall. We can enjoy the view, have some dinner, maybe go for a swim. Or,” He paused, throwing a challenging smirk your way. “You can test how brave you are.”

           You raised a skeptical brow. “How so?”

            “The waterfall is pretty famous,” he explained with a shrug. “It’s the same one Sun Wukong jumped through to become King. Lots of monkeys try it to prove their courage; most just end up going for a swim but it’s all in good fun.”

            “You think I can jump through a waterfall?” A surprised giggle bubbled out of you at the suggestion. The impromptu swim sounded like the more likely outcome. “I’ll pass on that challenge, thank you.”

           Shihou’s adorable pout nearly swayed you. “Aw, come on! What if I jump with you?”

           “Won’t that be cheating?”

           “You can’t cheat if there aren’t any rules,” he countered.

            “And if I make it, will I impress Sun Wukong enough to earn my own crown?” you asked, tapping your chin in playful thought.

            Smiling softly, Shihou reached forward to caress a gentle hand against your cheek. “I think you’re impressive enough just the way you are.”

           His sweet words and tender touch caught you off guard, fluttering your heart and nearly melting you on the spot. Turning away, you consider his challenge while hiding your blush from his hopeful stare. “Why don’t we go enjoy the view and I’ll think about doing your little waterfall jump?”

           Shihou’s excitement was like sunshine itself. “Perfect! Then it’s a d–”

           “Hello! Is someone there!?”

            A sudden shout startled you both, echoing from just beyond the trees. In the span of a second, Shihou had dropped down and shoved you behind him. He stood tall and tense, fur bristling and tail lashing as he scanned the forest with narrowed eyes.

           “Who’s there? Show yourself!” he ordered, voice carrying a startling weight of authority. As if on cue, two humans stumbled from out of the bushes and collapsed to the ground.

           “Please! We need help!”

           You peeked around Shihou’s protective shield and recognized the groveling men. “Wait, you’re the farmers from the village!”

            “We are,” one of them nodded. “Elder Gran sent us.”

           “What’s happened?” Shihou asked sternly. “Did the demons return?”

           The other farmer shook his head. “No, a deep freeze fell on our village two nights ago.”

           A chilling dread washed over you at the news. “Is everyone alright?”

           “We’ve kept warm so far but the lake is frozen solid. Food is already running low and now we can’t catch any fish. We came to beg the Monkey King for assistance.”

            Both men bowed on their knees, nearly shaking from their tears. “Please help us.”

           “We have to do something,” you said, pondering the dire situation. “If we pick more fruit, it can help the village for a bit but I’m not sure what to do about the lake.” You turned to Shihou with pleading eyes. “Is there anything Sun Wukong can do?”

           Shihou frowned in thought. “Maybe. You take some fruit back to your village for the time being. I’ll bring word to the mountain see what can be done.”

           “Thank you, Shihou!” You threw your arms around him, nearly giggling at his surprised chirrup, before pulling back with a smile. As much as he tried to stay composed, the red of his face and the bashful flick of his tail gave him away.

           “I’ll see you soon,” Shihou said with a parting wave. “Stay safe.” One moment he was there; the next, vanished like the wind into the endless green of the forest.

           The instant he was gone, you turned to the two men still on the ground. “Alright, get up, you two. We have some fruit to pick and I’m not carrying it down the mountain by myself.”

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Hello Peach Friends! Happy Lunar New Year and Imbolc/St. Brigid's Day! The last week has been crazy busy but I come bearing gifts of Shihou emotions and plot points to come. Thank you so much to everyone enjoying the story so far. Every comment, like, and reblog means the world to me and I am beyond grateful for your support!

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[loudeaglecollective]

MEGA FANARTS!!! 💪💪💪💪 I'll pass them digitally to paint it! :)

[angstandhappiness]

LMAO ACCURATE

the phantom of the opera and the hunchback of notre dame? opposite ends of same spectrum 

[imhereformysciencefriends]

Gaston is honestly the easiest Disney villain to do a Wicked-style perspective retelling of, imho. Like,

You are stupid, and you are arrogant, but your arrogance is not necessarily ill-earned. Your town might be a pretty damn small pond, but you are undoubtedly the biggest fish in it. You excel at all the masculine pastimes you pursue, you are well renowned amongst your peers, and you have multiple examples of women fawning over you.

You are attracted to the most beautiful woman in town. Of course you are. You are a simple man of simple wants, and although she is weird and bookish, she is uncontestedly the most beautiful fish in your small, small pond.

So you attempt to woo her. You flatter her with compliments that would be well received by any woman in your town that was not weird and bookish. But she is, so she does not enjoy your compliments. You spin a tale of a future that all your contemporaries would consider simple and idyllic, well regarded amongst the values of your time period. But she is a strange and funny girl, that Belle, so she does not want what you have been raised to believe that all people would want for their futures. When she rejects you, your feelings, ego, and the bottom of your chin are all bruised. 

So you have a sulk in the tavern about it. Softer souls than yours have nursed a broken heart over some ale and a game of darts, and your companions, your peers, your friends, all remind you of how highly they regard you, of how you have a whole community of people who know you, love you, admire you, and while the most beautiful girl in town may have rejected you, there are still plenty of women who are quite beautiful in their own right who do share your values and aspirations for the future. You are roused by their affection, and your spirits are once again high.

A while later, the father of the woman who rejected you bursts into the tavern, clearly unwell. He’s babbling, out of breath and talking fast, spinning wild tales of cursed castles, demonic furniture that moves on its own, and a terrible, lumbering beast that took him prisoner and, as the cost for his release, now holds his daughter imprisoned.

So you get in contact with the best option for medical treatment of your era. Your era will not be remembered kindly for its treatment of mentally unwell patients, but that will be then, and this is now, and so you arrange the best medical care that you have access to for him, and then organize a rescue mission. She broke your heart, but she is still a member of your community, reclusive and strange as she is, and as a member of your community it is naturally the responsibility of you and the townsfolk to go save her. Whether or not the beast is real, her father’s fear for her safety certainly is, and the fact that she did not come home with him is evidence enough.

But then she’s there! And she is also raving, she pulls a mirror from her bag to show you that the beast is actually a good person, but what she shows you is no simple man. There really is a beast. It is horrible, groaning, roaring, with giant fangs, horns protruding from its fur, muscles on its torso well beyond what even you, with a lifetime of dedication, have built and what’s worst of all—its eyes. There is something intelligent in those eyes. Something that scares you.

Clearly, entering that castle drives folks mad, because the next thing she tells you is that this beast, this thing, is not only a good man, but a man she has fallen in love with. You are not a smart man. You do not even know where to begin with that. But you do know hunting. You do know your townsfolk. And you do know that that beast cannot be left alone to continue capturing and terrorizing members of your community. Two good people have already been driven mad by whatever conspires inside its haunted home, and that is two too many. You rally your people. You have a beast to hunt. 

Like, we dislike Gaston because he’s an asshole, but you can very easily make and follow a logic trail for him that paints him as mostly-average and entirely reasonable. 

[technovillain]

i come from the universe where everything is the same except disney heroines get like an ounce of their fathers' obviously dominant genes and their clothes are like 80% more historically accurate. it's beautiful here.

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[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)

[avendell]

Beauty and the Beast 🥀

[vgjustice]

Yeah, guess he's back in costume

[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.

[didanagy]

LA BELLE ET LA BÊTE (2014)

dir. christophe gans

[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?