#medieval princess dr

[ellysdreamworldd]

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idk if this is really historically accurate but whatever

[orangesparks]

the pictures used are not mine! i got them all from pinterest

[kerryshifts]

your daily affirmations?

my face card never declines

why worrying about things i already have

body so tea the british are coming

i am not insane

i am everything and everywhere at all once

damn my hair are so long i look like a medieval princess

everyday my hair become more wavy!

(about my dr) fuckkk i need to buy the supplies for school its already late

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— hii, my name is lylia, you might remember me as @/lyliaswonderland (i deleted the acc for reasons i wont be disclosing)

— im a shifter, and practice loa. i will be posting here but not that often!

— my main drs are fame, 18th century, farmers daughter, planet traveler, arcane, medieval princess, and many more which i havent started scripting for

— im 6teen, love fashion, pinterest, music, biology (yes im a nerd lets act shocked), movies, being weird and off putting, and girls

— ill also make a better intro post one day, for now this is just a short summary.

— posts about my dr (click)

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[emilykaldwen]

The Maiden and the Drowning Boy | Aegon x OC | Chapter Sixteen

Rating: Explicit

Ships: Aegon II Targaryen x Abrogail Strong (Lyonel Strong's Daughter), Jacaerys Velaryon x Helaena Targaryen

Summary: As the kingdom teeters on the edge of chaos, Alicent Hightower swaps the pieces on the board: Aegon will marry Abrogail Strong, Larys’ younger sister and heir to Harrenhal. Caught in the web of intrigue and political machinations, the pair must figure out where their loyalties lie, and what they mean to one another.

Tropes: Childhood Sweethearts/Friends to Lovers, Generational Trauma and Cycles of Abuse, It's All About the Character Development, Unreliable Narrators, Multi-POV, Canon Divergent, Bisexual Aegon II Targaryen, Book/Show Mash Up, Fix-It Of Sorts, Stopping the Cycle of Abuse before it gets us all killed, Team Neutral, fairy tale vibes meets victorian medievalism meets grrm

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Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen

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Author's Note: And we're back! Thank you all for being so patient with me as I took some time away. I'm honestly glad I did. TL;DR (or read the update in the previous chapter) I lost my job, things were rough. I'm feeling a lot better now and here we are with the final Aegon birthday chapter! As I stated as well, we'll be moving to something closer to a three week posting schedule for the last few chapters of this fic and continue on that posting schedule for the sequel.

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Warnings: Larys Strong Jumpscare, and MURDER!

CHAPTER SIXTEEN - Flew Like a Moth to You

Aegon's birthday hunt includes some fantastic girl action and some murder! OH! And Some Jacelaena biting. You love to see it.

Floris Baratheon could not sit still, clutching her bow and quiver, peering out the carriage window as they approached the Kingswood. “A-hunting we shall go, a-hunting we shall go-”

“Hi-Ho the derry-o, a-hunting we shall go,” Abby sang in turn, the song a familiar one from childhood. The Baratheon girl had been quite annoyed that she could not ride a horse the way the other men did, but with the promise that she would not have to sit with her sister in a carriage, she had been content enough.

Abby sat beside Lythene Ryger, who had been quite speechless at the invite to the carriage. Wylla would have normally been with them, but with her soon to be good-sister, Alys Bracken, coming along, she was off playing chaperone and overly curious and mischievous younger sister to Alys and Harrion. Abby was glad she had the opportunity to do so, for her dear friend was giving up much to stay in the south as her Mistress of Keys instead of returning home to the Karhold.

On the other side of Helaena, Margaery Crane of Red Lake sat. Her lush, light brown hair was braided in a crown around her head, and her face was square with large, unnervingly green eyes. Her head was bent towards Helaena’s, threads of evergreen and butter yellow woven in her fingers as she taught the princess how to finger knit. It was an easier pastime during the long carriage ride to the camp than Helaena’s embroidery. Her twin sister, Desmara, sat on Abby’s other side. The only difference between the pair was her dark, chestnut hair and the scar across her full mouth.

“I’m sure if you ask Daeron when he goes out with the party, he’ll retrieve the stag antlers for you,” Helaena said, her eyes focused on the thread between her fingers. “He’ll love the opportunity to prove himself.” Floris rolled her eyes in only the way a girl of one and ten could, her black braid wrapped around her head with stubborn tendrils escaping. She tugged on the ties of her raven black cloak.

“Nay, Your Grace,” she said primly. “I would show my own mettle, and face the stag myself.” Her cheeks were pink all the same. Abby bit her lip to hold back her chuckle, not wanting to tease the girl. She caught Desmara’s own amused look, the scar across her mouth pulling at her own smile.

“Well, I don’t think they’ll let you go hunting the stag, Lady Floris,” she said. Floris looked pleased at the kind address from the elder girl. “But we’ll be going hawking and the spoils are certainly yours. That’s how I obtained the rabbit fur for my gloves.”

“That’s true,” Abby chimed in. “And you are a child of Nightsong, are you not? I’m sure falconry is in your blood.” Floris’ mother was a Caron, with a lineage of fierce warriors nestled in the Dornish Marches. Lady Ellyn Caron had songs sung of her, and how she, in part with other lords of the Stormlands, defeated the Vulture King. It was exactly the kind of family lineage Abby could see Floris idolizing.

Floris nodded seriously, running her fingers along her bow. “This is true. I suppose I should practice.”

“Practice until you come back dragging the stag behind you,” Helaena continued. “My elder sister is said to have taken down a boar with her own hands, only a dagger as a weapon. I think you have that same mettle in you.”

Floris preened, leaning into Helaena’s side to watch the magical weaving of the yarn. Abby’s heart ached with fondness for the girl, pleased that she had been taken on as Helaena’s ward. The girl was not meant to be stuck behind her three eldest sisters. The Smallest Storm would blossom, she hoped, beneath Helaena’s care and attention. It did not go past Abby’s notice of Cassandra’s harsh attentions to her sister. It reminded her of her own sister’s lack of understanding; always critical, always focused on some perception that her behavior would reflect poorly upon her. Floris was exuberant and curious, but she was not into reckless mischief or excessive rudeness.

She’d be good for Helaena. More importantly, had been good for Helaena, who had taken on Margaery Crane as one of her new ladies, and Abby would take Desmara. The Crane twins had endeared themselves quickly, Margaery introducing herself by way of teaching Helaena a new fiber art, and Desmara had gifted Abby a book on Asshai, a knowing wink in her verdant green eyes.

As the carriage pulled into the camp, cheers had already started from the other gathered lords and ladies. “With all that noise, they’re sure to scare away all their quarry,” Abby laughed, peering out the window to look on ahead.

The boys had ridden on horseback, Aegon in the lead on Kostōba, Aemond, Daeron, and Jace on their own horses beside him, with their own small retinue. Their cousin, Lyonel Hightower, was with them, as were a few other lordlings that Abby was unfamiliar with. She spied Alyn Hull’s silver braids from where he was on his own horse, smiling at the sight of the brash young man there within Aegon’s retinue. He had been a true friend to the prince over the years and it was good to see him brought into the fold officially.

Alyn would serve as steward when they departed for Harrenhal, taking on the household duties from Uncle Simon and learning under him. Aegon had been pleased that he’d agreed to the offer, brushing off his mother’s gape mouthed indignation about it. “He’s the reason I still live, Mother,” Aegon had said, unusually mild in the face of Alicent Hightower’s anger that morning as they broke their fast. He’d brushed a kiss against her forehead, and Abby wondered if he had found strength in the security they were building between them, that not even his mother could shake.

Seeing Aegon’s confidence was intoxicating, so rarely did he come off so sure of himself, and she craved to see more of it. Her teeth scraped her lower lip, belly rolling with heat.

“Good tidings to Prince Aegon, second of his name!” came the booming voice of his Great-Uncle Ormund, leading the call of cheers. “Good tidings to him on his nameday!”

“Good tidings!” came the call of the gathered crowd. “Prince Aegon!”

As Abby settled back in her seat to wait for the footmen, she caught Helaena’s gaze. Anxiety crackled between them, mixed with the joy and love there for Aegon’s nameday. After the hunt, Abby was certain Helaena would cocoon in her chambers, barring the door should anyone try to get her into another crowd. Abby didn’t blame her, and in fact, might even join her for a bit.

The cheers had begun to die down by the time Daeron’s smiling face helped them out of the carriage. Windswept, dark blonde hair fell across his forehead as he bowed. “Allow me, my sister, ladies.”

As he helped Floris from the carriage, their eyes met, both faces going pink at the cheeks, and Abby saw her future good-brother’s hand tighten slightly around the girl’s fingers for the briefest of moments before her feet met the ground and she pulled away, her eyes on her shoes. It was not often that Floris fell quiet and blushed so red, and it did not appear that anyone else had noticed. Daeron clenched his hands to himself and his eyes met hers, his own flush deepening before he quickly hurried away.

The king had stayed behind in the Keep, as did several lords and their families. Lord Grover’s health had also kept him behind. Lord Otto had stayed to facilitate court, leaving the festivities that day in Aegon and the queen’s hands.

Her hands, Abby knew, as young ladies of the noble houses began to approach her and the princess, a few mothers in tow.

“Baela’s a Targaryen too,” Helaena muttered. “Why can’t they flock to her?”

The lady in question had rode on horseback, her red leather jerkin fitted against her lithe form over a gray tunic and black breeches tucked into black polished boots. The rings in her hair glinted in the late morning sun, sparkling as she turned her head with a laugh and dismounted her mare by Jace. Abby shook her head.

“Because they’re afraid she’ll be a bad influence, I’m sure. How are they supposed to get husbands if they dress comfortably?” Abby posited, smoothing her hands over her riding jacket. It was a warm evergreen color, deep azure and crimson soutache snaking over her shoulders like the red and blue forks of the riverlands. The crimson lined wool jacket fell just past her knees, and she wore a pair of warm trousers tucked into polished black boots. Helaena was dressed similarly, her jacket the same shade of deep azure as Abby’s decoration, embroidered with silver dragons with black beaded buttons carved in the shape of dragon head clasps running down the front.

“Hasn’t Mother decided that you should remain here to entertain all those ladies?” Helaena asked, their arms linked as they headed to the main tent. Ahead of them, Alicent Hightower was resplendent in a warm cloak of the deepest verdant green lined in black fur, her gown not one for riding or hunting, but far more comfortable for the outdoors. It lacked excessive ornamentation, the black and green skirts swirling around the tops of her own boots. Her hair was much like Helaena’s, wound in a braided crown about her head. Lady Fossoway was a half step behind her with Ser Criston as they always were, with the rest of the ladies trailing after like a gaggle of geese.

“We’re doing the receiving line,” Abby said, the fingers of her free hand fidgeting against the fall of her jacket. “Aegon’s receiving his gifts and then we’ll have congratulations on the betrothal.” She flexed her fingers, the soft leather of her gloves creaking slightly with the movement. They were lined with soft fur, luxurious, indulgent, and while she was certainly never dressed in rags before, it was rare to accept and let herself have new things when they often felt so unnecessary.

It was a new feeling to be excited about the new clothes that she had, more sumptuous than what would normally be allowed at her station.

Wylla joined them as they passed into the pavilion, warm from the braziers placed strategically about the place, each guarded by a cage of decorative wrought iron to prevent unfortunate accidents. On one end of the great tent, a small dias with a simple, dark wood throne, crested with a dragon, wings spread in welcome.

It was the King’s chair, but the king was not here.

“Are we to accompany you while you receive them?” Wylla asked. Her long hair was bound tightly back and wrapped in a coiling knot along the back of her head. Her padded black jerkin clung to her over a long tunic of gray, black riding trousers tucked into a pair of matching boots. Like Baela, she was dressed for a day in the wilderness without the cumbersome dealing with skirts.

“You look nice,” Abby told her with a small smile. “Not quite the Wildling I heard rumor of,” she teased and Wylla snorted.

“It’s a hunt and the opportunity to ride and get the fresh air. We’ll be going hawking while the men go to shove their pricky things into…” She trailed off with a twist of her mouth, the small scar along her top lip pulling at it. “Men waving around their big pointy things.”

“In a far more acceptable manner than what it implies,” Abby added on, giggling at the silly implications of it all. “And yes, I think you should. We’re receiving gifts, so you best take Desmara and Lythene with you to Lady Fossoway for instruction.”

“And then we’ll go hawking,” Wylla said with a nod.

“I have to stay here,” Abby corrected with a shake of her head. “It is my duty to entertain with her Grace.”

The northerner’s brow furrowed and both of them looked in the direction of the queen, her cloak handed off to a servant while she spoke with Lady Johanna. Wylla shifted beside her and Abby could feel the questions and arguments flitting beneath her friend’s skin. She rested a gloved hand on her shoulder, giving her a squeeze. “As I told Aegon, these are some of our new duties, no matter how dull they seem to be. Hopefully there’ll be time for me to go exploring later.” Hopefully. Abby loved exploring the Kingswood, and she’d been looking forward to going hawking, even if she did not particularly hawk herself. However, fun and indulgence could not be had in favor of duty and responsibility.

No matter how much she craved the freedom of it.

Wylla gave her a long look, teeth biting at her lip before she nodded and getured for Lythene and Desmara to follow her. Helaena had already left with Margaery and Floris and Abby was left standing alone, for the moment, amidst the steady flow of nobility pouring in for refreshment and talk. Alone, Abby was relatively unnoticed. Just a small girl in the midst of a crowd, no crown on her head to shout out who she was.

“Abrogail.”

Larys was taller than most people realized, for he did everything he could to make himself small. Few knew that Larys was as tall as Harwin had been, for her elder brother preferred to have such a small cane, to shrink himself into spaces where he could slip in. It was strange, Abby realized, that she had never noticed that it was a trait she shared with him. No desire to be the center of attention, no desire to be noticed, both for their own reasons.

The smile he gave her was an awkward twitch, but Abby noticed that it did reach his eyes, which was a rare thing, and she found herself returning it. Small and shy, perhaps, as if she were still the somewhat muddy little girl she’d been who he’d look at curiously across the breakfast table in the family solar.

He was subdued in a quilted doublet of the same deep azure and brown leather, his cloak a dark green-blue to match, clasped at the shoulder with a firefly broach. She slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow of his free arm, languidly walking toward a clutch of plump seating not far from the currently empty dais. The smell of cooking food caught on the woodsmoke in the air, and Abby’s stomach rumbled with hunger. They’d only had some fresh bread and cheese on the ride over, and the idea of warm, spiced pumpkin soup and a turkey leg the size of her own face was rather appealing.

“You’ve conducted yourself quite admirably under all the attention as of late, little sister,” Larys complimented, taking a seat on one of the padded benches. She perched beside him, smiling her thanks at the servant who came by with mugs of hot, mulled wine. She inhaled the scent of orange and lemon, the warmth of cinnamon before taking a sip. “Even with your, shall I say, antics at the tourney, they were quite well received.”

“Antics?” she asked lightly, feeling the curl of heat spread across her chest. There was no way for Larys to know what sort of other antics they’d gotten up to. The bite Aegon had left along her shoulder had turned bruised and tender, the imprint of his teeth still deep in her soft flesh. That mark was quite well hidden beneath her jacket and shirt beneath.

Larys only hummed and took a sip of his drink. “The other lords have expressed concern at my choice of husband for you, but I have assured them there is no reason to fret. I simply wanted my sister to be cared for and happy.” He gave her a sidelong look, placid expression barely shifting, his dark eyes large and innocent in his expression. “And everyone can clearly see how happy you two make one another. The queen…” he trailed off with a sigh, “has not quite been pleased but…”

Abby looked down at the deep purple-red wine swirling in the silver goblet. Anxiety prickled through her, confusion at her brother’s attempt, it seemed, to try to bond with her on something more personal. “Her Grace has been very indulgent,” she said softly, mouth twitching into an awkward smile that her brother returned. He inclined his head towards her only just.

“We both understand how passionate the queen’s frustrations can run, little sister,” he said softly, the scent of him cold and clean, like a tomb. Abby blinked, the awkward smile falling from her face. Her throat bobbed, the sting of bile in the back of her throat was almost painful. Had the queen told him what had occurred? Or had Larys, with his strange talents, found out what happened himself. “You will not be her ward for much longer. I imagine, like any mother, she is feeling the maternal ache over the loss of her son to his wife, and the loss of you, who is like a daughter to her.”

“Perhaps,” she allowed, busying herself with another sip of wine so she might find the words. They were receiving glances from the bustling court as they found their places, platters and great soup tureens being set out along the tables. Her stomach growled again. “She was quite concerned about… the dishonor I would bring upon the royal family.” Her voice was little more than a shamed whisper and the insinuation was as painful as the day she’d been accused when coupled with Ser Edmund’s harsh words in the gardens. She straightened her shoulders, trying to push past the hurt and shame that lingered still, tilting her chin up, refusing to be cowed. “Apparently some of the other lords are quite concerned about your heir marrying into House Targaryen.” She smiled at the passing servant, plucking a small apple tart off the platter he held. “I have made my own assurances that our children will be raised in the customs of our people, that regardless of dragon blood, we are the Riverlands.” Whether or not Edmund Vance believed her, if he mocked her to those he could find for such statements, well, she could do nothing about that. She could only mind herself.

“It will be a hard road, Abrogail, given that they do not see you as one of them. Lo, they barely see me as one of them, what with all my work here,” Larys said with a nod, looking at the cake he’d plucked for himself. “What matters is that you greatly impressed Lord Tully, and his son has been amenable and welcoming-”

“I may not have grown up in the Riverlands but even I know there’s only so much influence they have,” Abby cut in, chewing her lip after the words tumbled from her, her voice a soft, biting thing. Larys said nothing to that while he chewed on a bite of cake, and she shifted slightly in her seat and took another sip of wine. “It will not be a smooth transition, not for all. A prince? Becoming vassal to a mere lord?”

“Prince Daemon was Lord of Runestone through the dear, late Lady Rhea,” he reminded her after swallowing. “I don’t recall any such problems between him and the Lady Arryn.”

“Jeyne Arryn was kin to his goodsister,” she retorted. She had spent countless hours in the library with Aemond, taking meticulous notes of the lessons the boys had that her and Helaena did not. Part of that involved wiling away a week of stormy, frigid weather, tracing out the family trees of the Great Houses. The Targaryens rarely married out, even before King Jaehaerys, but there had been Aemon and Daella to houses Baratheon and Arryn, and Queen Aemma’s siblings and half-siblings. She’d even traced her own tree: Harwin’s mother, Lysa, had been Lord Elmo’s sister. Larys and Corynna’s mother had been a Frey. Abby’s mother had been a Westerlander, already outside, already suspicious of the clannish houses of her homeland. “And if all the mutterings and murmurings are true, he cared as little and less for them as they did for him.”

She’d heard the rumors of Daemon being responsible for his first wife’s death, and the occasional muttering that he was responsible for Laena Velaryon as well, but in the past few days being with the mercurial Baela, she did not think that was the case. Abby looked back at her brother again, briefly, before smiling in greeting as Lady Redwyne and her sister settled nearby. The queen had sat on the opposite end of the circle of seating, the corral of it split evenly between the pair of them. Her shoulders slumped minutely and she kept her genial smile as the older women settled in.

Laughter caught her attention, Helaena and Baela both with shaking shoulders near the pavilion entrance as other girls joined them. They would be going hawking soon. The sun caught upon Helaena and Baela’s silver heads, giving them a golden shine. A sigh caught in her throat. How nice it would be to join them, to frolic in the lack of responsibility.

Larys shifted, still sitting at her right hand as the rest of the guests filtered in, and her attention drew back to him. “Ah, yes, the princesses and the other ladies are going hawking. Did your grandfather not gift you a new hawk for your engagement?”

Lord Rodrik had indeed. Abby had hawked some when she was a little girl at one of the hunts for Princess Rhaenyra’s nameday, but had never had a one of her own. But Lord Rodrik and her Reyne family were prodigious hawkers and the beautiful Peregrine she’d named Caelus was a little wonder. He’d been trained by her cousin, Emrik, who had fancied himself a falconer, and had sent a kind letter that she was quick to return. Letters had been rare over the years, but there’d always been well wishes and tidings on her nameday.

“He did, and I know we brought him. The queen…” Abby trailed off, her eyes darting to the other side of the tent where Queen Alicent was smiling at the younger Lady Redwyne. “She said that it was our duty to host while Aegon goes hunting. That it’s my duty. To make friends, to comport myself as the future princess.”

“Oh, did she?” Larys asked mildly, cocking his head to the side and leaning on his cane. “Yes, I can see what she would want that. It was, after all, what has been expected of her when she was your age, already with two children. She had far more in common with the matrons of the court at that point. You are here when others who should be are not.”

Rhaenyra should be here. She was the King’s eldest, his heir. Discomfort prickled along Abby’s spine, a latent spike of anger at the woman who had put her family in danger, hurt at how quickly Rhaenyra had moved to Daemon Targaryen after what happened to Harwin. Her fingers curled against her knees before she forced them to relax and stretch. The Crown Princess had always been kind to her, but could Abby even trust that? After what happened at Driftmark, and what happened to her family?

Alone now, save for Larys.

‘Not alone anymore’, she immediately reminded herself, because Aegon was with her now; Helaena and Aemond cared for her too. They too were her family. Not alone, for she had her grandfather and he loved her truly. Yet, she had felt this loneliness for so long. Rhaenyra was not responsible for her loneliness, but in many ways she felt it keenly. It felt as if everything changed because of her.

This marriage, Alicent’s desire for control, Lord Otto’s keen and watchful eye were because of Rhaenyra. Aegon’s pain was because of Rhaenyra.

Her father and brother were dead and gone because of Rhaenyra.

“I am here when others are not,” she said softly, eyes watching those who watched her, her smile flashing as she murmured her greetings as the ladies began to gossip. Larys was murmuring his own greetings to Lord Piper’s wife, complimenting her on the recent betrothal for her son. Abby’s gaze darted towards the front of the tent, where the girls were still gathered as they prepared to go off for their own little adventures.

Alicent Hightower made sure she was there. She made sure that people saw her as queen, someone to be trusted and counted on, someone that could be reached. She was here, as Abby was here.

“If the Targaryens mean to exercise power in our realm, they will be in for a rude awakening.”

Abby was not queen. She wasn’t certain what that future held, but she did know, with certainty, that she was the future Lady of Harrenhal, and that Lythene Ryger, Melony Piper, even Sarra Frey who was lingering nervously with a goblet in hand, they too would be future ladies of houses that she needed to be friends with. Abby could not just rely on the fact that she held the title, not when she did not grow up in her home, not when people like Edmund Vance were so eager to tell her that it didn’t matter, they would see what they wished.

“Lady Sarra,” Abby called, rising with a smile and handing over her goblet. She could feel Alicent’s eyes on her, and that over the other ladies. “I did not have the opportunity to speak with you at the feast last night. Pray, will you join me and the others out hawking?”

Sarra Frey was a tall girl, broad shouldered with high cheekbones and dark hair bound in a twist of three braids down her back. She wore a simple but lovely jacket of deep blue and silver, the colors of her house. At being addressed, she straightened up, green eyes wide with surprise at being noticed. They narrowed slightly, mouth parting before closing. A flush crept across her cheeks.

“I don’t have a hawk with me, Lady Abrogail,” she said softly. At her full height, she was as tall as Aemond, more softly spoken than her severe expression might have said. Abby smiled.

“That is quite fine, there are plenty to go around.” Sarra nodded, handing off her goblet to one of the passing servants and Abby looped her arms through hers and tugged her towards the others. “My legs are exhausted from that carriage ride, shall we go?”

Even Baela’s mask of judgment faded as they walked towards the edge of camp where the Master of the Mews was minding the hawks and preparing to move out further from camp. She was stuck between Helaena and Wylla, the princess’ silver head shining beneath the sun. Lythene was laughing with the Crane twins and even Sarra was pulled into conversation with Zara Celitgar, who was eyeing the tall Frey girl appreciatively.

“Are we not taking a carriage?” Margaery Crane asked as Helaena led the way past the line of them set aside for their later return.

“It is not a far walk,” Abby assured her. “And it’s nice to stretch our legs after all that sitting.” She nodded towards the Master of the Mews and his apprentices carting the hawks ahead of them. Margaery hummed in agreement, confusion placated, and Abby was set to continue onto another subject when there was a commotion from behind them. She looked over her shoulder to see Cassandra Baratheon striding behind them.

“You all left so quickly!” she announced, censure and jovial all rolled into her crisp tone. A slight smirk crossed her sharp features as they approached. Among the three ladies that accompanied her, Lady Elinor kept close at her side. Cassandra’s dark eyes swept over Abby as they drew closer, and she felt picked apart by the gaze, something sharp stabbing between her ribs at the continued haughtiness of the eldest Storm. Abby straightened, offering her own wan smile. Like hell would Cassandra set foot into Harrenhal, but this?

This she needed to be easy with; this she could allow.

“Of course, Lady Cassandra,” she said. “We would be happy to have you.” Helaena made a soft sound that Abby ignored but felt deeply. Her eyes flitted to Lady Elinor at Cassandra’s shoulder, giving her a warmer look. It was her family’s strawberry wine that had been highly spoken about over the course of the festivities, and Elinor’s responding smile was kinder.

“Congratulations are in order, Lady Abrogail,” Lady Elinor murmured. Cassandra’s eyes tightened, her smile frozen on her face.

“Yes, congratulations on your coming nuptials,” she parroted, smoothing her kidskin gloves over the fall of her woolen hunting jacket. “How comforting it must be to wed one’s childhood playmate. No surprises or excitement to worry about.”

The words were harmless enough, but the barb beneath them was clear. Abby tilted her head slightly, her own smile still on her face. She opened her mouth to speak, but it was Baela who spoke, angling her head between Wylla and Helaena to peer at her cousin.

“Not to mention wedding a childhood playmate means there’s no barrier to intimacy, and no secrets kept,” she said, then bit into the apple she had in hand. “Now let’s fucking move before I start hunting with my bare hands.”

Helaena was meant to be in bed but sleep eluded her. She waved away the maids and headed out into the night toward the great bonfire in the center of camp. There was no danger here, much like there was no need to fear in the Holdfast. Her slippers grew wet after only moments, the night dew soaking into the soft fabric and chilling her toes.

She wanted to dance around the fire, stare into the flames like she heard the Red Priestesses did, and wonder to herself if her dreams would make more sense then. Aemond said she was touched as Daenys was, a gift precious to their Targaryen line. It helped ease the fearful strangeness to know that her strange dreams were not simply the ‘odd workings of an overactive imagination.’ That they did mean something, but what? Helaena was never certain. Sometimes she never knew the outcome, other times they became starkly clear.

‘He’ll have to lose an eye’.

“Would you care for some company?” came a low, curious voice, a slight crack on the last word. She looked over to see Jace lingering at the edge of the firelight, his jerkin long discarded with just his gray linen shirt and trousers, a dark blue cape wrapped around him. The bright flames danced in his lavender eyes, giving them a shade of deep purple-red she found curious indeed. Did her own look the same?

“You’re not gallivanting with the boys?” Helaena asked, not meaning anything by it until the words hung in the air, and Jace’s gaze glanced to what he held in his hands. The only ‘boys’ for him to gallivant with were her brothers. Of course there were other lordlings about, but given that Jace was lingering around the bonfire caused her to wonder if he too liked the quiet.

Or if he were lonely.

“I didn’t want to…” Jace trailed off, rubbing his thumb over whatever he held in his hand. The motion of it reminded her so strongly of Abby, Helaena didn’t know how she was supposed to process it. The curl of unease and her mother’s frustration and anger coated her insides. Her own frustrations, deeply buried but still there, like the ever smoking fires of the Dragonmont, bubbled and burbled in response. The king who loved Jace more, loved him like he loved Rhaenyra more. The blind man who ignored Aemond’s nameday even though it had just happened, who only thought of Aegon’s day because of everything that happened.

The dead look in Mother’s eyes that was more and more frequent, when she stared out the window of her solar, her hands twisted and knotted into her skirts. The things that Sire-Father had done to her for no reason except his own dragon feelings, Helaena thought. His need for more and more, consuming him the way the anger would consume Aemond, and the drink would consume Aegon.

All of them pinned to boards in the king’s Freehold miniature; all of them frozen and set on display in his own gallery, for him to take down from time to time to play with.

The burst of a log in the fire startled her and Helaena realized, uncomfortably, that she’d been staring, vacantly, at Jacaerys, who was watching her, still as water, quiet as an orb weaver. He watched her, the fire throwing orange and red across his fine features, catching at the warm red in his dark, dark hair. His right eye was a sheen of red from the fire, his left cast in shadow. Half fire.

Her right side was chilled, when her left was so warm, mirrors of each other.

Half fire.

Jace held out his hand, palm open, offering to her the smooth stone that he had been fiddling with. The ridges of the sea creature who died in it caught upon the light, throwing its own little shadow as it was unable to in life, living in the sea as it did. Only now, in his hand, had this creature found warmth and light.

Helaena reached for it, her hot fingers scraping against his as she took it, feeling his own hot skin beneath her touch.

Half fire.

‘But I am full flame,’’ Heleane thought, for she was dragonflame and lighthouse flame. Lighting the way with fire in her wake. Jace was fire, yes, but he was river water, the way it rippled through him. Still and steady, but crashing and flooding with the ferocity of a dragon’s power. ‘Would this be what her nieces and nephews be?’ Is this what a union of fire and water entailed? Deadly and quiet, steady when they were full of heat and flame.

She rubbed her thumb over the fossilized creature and it felt pleasant against her skin. Soothing, tactile. Grounding. “Thank you,” she said softly and Jace smiled at her. “Pity it’s not another marchpane tentacle.” He laughed, a soft sound that sounded like water over stones and they came to sit on the bench. She shoved her feet closer to the flame and watched the steam rise from the fabric from how hot it was. There was a few inches between them, the warmth emanating, and they sat together, no words spoken. These were her favorite moments, ones she missed. It scraped at her insides, like pushing dirt away from the stone so she could find the worms beneath. They were the memories of the gardens in childhood, Jace beside her, mud and damp soaked into his knees, helping her push the rock up to find the pill bugs and the beetles and the centipedes in the dark, damp earth.

“It was nice to dance with you at the feast,” he ventured, and Helaena looked at him, the shadow along his jaw where he’d wake up fuzzy and prickly in the morning. She reached up to rub the back of her fingers against his jaw, looking at the slight pout of his mouth, the dark fan of his eyelashes. Freckles faint against his skin.

“You're a good dancer. I should know, I’m a good dancer myself.” She smiled at him and he shook his head, a flush on his face and she felt her own spread across her cheeks. He scraped the toe of his boot in the dirt and she nudged her foot against his. He was familiar, in the way Aemond was, but he was new in the way Warren had been. Someone she knew, but didn’t. He wasn’t angry, and he wasn’t pushing and probing at her, looking for a bruise to elicit feelings from, or the thrill of a princess. He didn’t look at her like she was odd, or startle at her staring, her distant sight.

Jace was simply patient, and he waited, and did not seek to chatter. It was new, it was old, it was like pressing against the ground and the dirt giving way, a little tunnel inside that one didn’t know was there, and Jace peered in and made his way inside. A dragon roosting in a cave.

His knee bumped against hers and she looked at him, their matching lavender eyes meeting. It was nice, Helaena thought, that they had this piece to share. Like two different butterflies, different colors and different patterns, but the markings were the same. The wings were the same. Simply… different.

“The mint winds and chokes like ivy,” she said, instead of what she meant to say, which was asking him if he would come looking for stag beetles with her the next day. “The children can’t breathe, it’s bursting from their mouths.” She blinked, startled, but the words that she had not known, had not meant to utter, remained heavy between them. “I-.”

He blinked back at her, brow furrowed. “Helaena, are you-”

A horrible scream ripped through camp and for the briefest moment, Helaena thought it might have been a fox shriek. But this was too loud, too close. Another scream, this time two high pitched ones and then a guttural yell. Jace’s hand gripped hers, pulling her to her feet and away from the fire. She tugged at his hold to move towards the commotion, but he tugged her back. “I’m taking you back to your tent, Helaena,” he said firmly. “We don’t know what’s- Ow!”

She had lifted their hands, sinking her teeth into the plump flesh at the back of his thumb so he’d let go and hurried towards the tents without a second glance, knowing that he’d be following her. She gripped her skirts, grateful for the warmth of Jace’s cloak around her shoulders and her heart sank, panic seizing her chest when she realized it was Abrogail’s tent that was the source of the screaming.

Three of the Kingsguard, including Ser Criston, were already there, as were the gold cloaks that had been patrolling around the outskirts of camp. Their cloaks reminded her of Sunfyre’s scales in all the torchlight, and half-dressed nobility coming out of their tents, bleary eyed in confusion.

On the ground lay a servant with a blade in his chest, blood burbling from his mouth. Helaena looked at him, wide-eyed, Jace trying to get her to look away, and her gaze went up to Wylla Karstark. The northerner was shaking, gray eyes wide as dinner plates, her hair bound for bed, her dressing gown haphazard and sprayed with blood from where the man must have coughed it at her.

“He-he came in. He was on Abby so quickly-”

“I don’t know where he came from!” Abby’s trembling frame was right behind her, clutching one of the pokers from the tent brazier in her hands, still ready to strike. Her curls were twisted and wrapped around the crown of her head, shivering in the night air in just her own nightgown, sleep mussed and clearly straight from bed. “I don’t…” She gulped. “I don’t think he meant Wylla to b-be there.” Her free hand was gripping the back of Wylla’s dressing gown, and Ser Criston laid a hand on Abby’s shoulder.

“Give me the poker, Lady Abrogail,” he was saying in a calm, steady voice like he did when Helaena was younger, cowering in a corner and unable to flee the commotion. “There’s a girl.”

Harrion Karstark was shouting his sister’s name, just as Uncle Gwayne was calling hers. Helaena turned her head to see him coming up, half dressed with his sword belt slung over his shoulder. He reached for her shoulder, tugging her back. “What is the meaning of this?” he shouted, and Helaena stumbled back into Jace as the crowd parted.

Then, Aegon’s shout of, “Abby!” came crashing over the gathering crowd, pushing his way through with Aemond at his back. She caught her younger brother’s frantic look, seeing the worry ease somewhat at the sight of her before going over to the girls. Abby surrendered the brazier poker as Aegon reached her, frantic over the state of her, pulling his cloak off to wrap around her, fear and fury warring on his flushed features. “What happened?”

The man on the ground was rasping, wheezing, but it was hard to tell if he was alive or not, or if this was how his body signaled death.

“This man came to attack Lady Abrogail, Your Grace,” Ser Erryk said. “Lady Wylla got him good.” His twin nudged the attacker with the tip of his boot as Aemond looked at the man, then at Wylla. His face was carved in hard lines, but his gaze was softened.

“Did you throw it?” he asked. “Or did you pounce on him?”

Wylla blinked, her brother’s broad hands holding her shoulders. “I stabbed him.” Her voice was faint and she took the blade handle, clutching it to her. “He… I was putting away our dresses and there was a commotion… I thought…” Wylla’s brow furrowed, shaking her head. “He came in through the flap beside the bed and crawled o-on top of her. Abby screamed and I just…”

Harrion’s hands tightened on his sister’s shoulders and the girl fell silent with a soft squeak. Aemond’s mouth pursed and he knelt beside the man. His hair fell in a curtain, the band of his eye-patch not holding it back from the vantage that Helaena had. He reached down, and twisted the blade, a wet crack sounding in the sudden hushed anticipation. The wheezing sounds the man was making tapered off as Aemond pulled the blade from his body.

It squelched, a gout of blood spraying, and a strange, hissing sound like wind through a crack sounded. Aemond jerked back as some of the blood caught on the ends of his hair and he rose slowly, wiping the blade of the dagger. “Well he’s dead now, Lady Wylla. Your bravery and quick thinking is to be commended. House Karstark should be proud to have such a brave daughter.” He handed her the dagger, hilt towards her. “Keep this close, since you can be well trusted to use it.”

Wylla’s brother held her tightly as the gold cloaks hoisted the dead man between the pair of them, dragging him somewhere.

“I was half asleep,” Abby said. Aegon clutched her to his chest as his gaze swept darkly around, hands rubbing her arms. “At first I th-thought it was Wylla…” Helaena watched Abby’s hand clutch Aegon’s arm tighter, her voice falling silent. Her other hand reached towards Wylla again, the girls clinging tightly to one another.

“How the fuck did that bastard manage to sneak into my lady’s tent?” Aegon demanded, his voice not a shout like Uncle Gwayne’s had been, but more of a warning growl, like Sunfyre. “Where were the patrols, Ser Criston?”

Their mother’s protector - and Helaena realized that Mother was not there and that Ser Criston must have commanded her to stay in her own tent - shifted only slightly. “The patrols largely keep around the outside of camp to keep people from getting in, my Prince. The patrol that was walking through the tents had not made it back around yet.”

Aegon’s jaw ticked, assessing what Ser Criston had said and knowing it to be true. Helaena knew that Aegon and the others had been lingering in Aegon and Aemond’s tent for whatever gossip and giggling boys got up to in the middle of the night.

“Lady Abrogail and Lady Wylla will share my tent,” Helaena broke in, for she was the princess, and her mother was not here. “And we will have extra guards stationed around our tents, so that our Kingsguard are not stretched thin.” She straightened her shoulders and closed the distance between her and the girls. “This is enough horrible commotion for this night, and you should all be ashamed of yourselves for staring so,” she said, frowning at the crowd that had gathered. “These ladies have been terrorized, and you gawk at them. To bed, everyone! Let us gather your things and get you cleaned up.” The last was said to Wylla, who needed a fresh gown and the blood cleaned from her face.

And like the princess she was, she did not wait to be obeyed, reaching for Abby’s hand to pull her toward her tent.

Thank you for being here! If you loved this chapter, please give a reblog and I would adore hearing what you thought about the chapter! What did you think about the Larys and Abby convo? Baela Targaryen continues to be a force to be reckoned with. I for one love the ladies that Helaena and Abby have been gathering around them. Man what was UP with that attack at the end? And also, Jace clearly doesn't mind Helaena biting him. Good.

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[generalhamsterdancer]

Here it is! The Lupin Fantasy AU lore/info dump!

The Premise/Setting:

So in this au, Lupin and the gang live in a magical fantasy world. A thousand years ago(?), two meteorites crashed into earth, containing magical technology. They were said to be blessings sent from the gods. Last year, a third meteorite hit, and inside was Lupin.

Because of the magic tech, the medieval fantasy world began accelerating toward steampunk-ish fantasy.

The Characters:

Lupin's a magician-thief who uses his magic to steal stuff.

Jigen's a dragon and he's a fortune teller/psychic on the side when he isn't guarding his(/lupin's) horde.

Goemon is just Goemon...? (I haven't fully decided what fantasy flair I want to give him. I like the bug/mothmon idea from the "halloween" art but I'm still iffy on keeping it or changing it.) All I can say is he was a dragon-hunter and bodyguard for a princess before he met Lupin.

Fujiko is an eldritch shapeshifter creature but she usually stays in a Harpy form. (She has other forms that I'll draw later!) She's a shapeshifter for hire when she's not with Lupin.

Zenigata is I guess whatever counts as a lawman in fantasy medieval worlds? (knight/guard?) And he has a life sustaining device implanted in his chest so he'll be alive to chase Lupin forever!! (I gotta figure out something cooler for zeni too but that's all I got rn)

The Plot:

TL;DR: The meteorite trip made Lupin's magic go haywire, go figure. Four legendary rings can help fix his problem. The Lupgroup might as well get them before they get into the wrong --Pycal's -- hands. And so begins Lupin’s adventure of a lifetime. 

Lifetime? Lifetimes? It's hard to keep track when you’re an immortal amnesiac.

(Note: If any of this sounds familiar and you read the description for "Memoirs of the Great Magician, Lupin III" on Ao3, No you didn't.)

[imagitory]

@andrewmoocow Personally I find them to be misguided. There is a very well-done analysis video I've cited before that talks about the animation and why it ends up looking like AI, and I think it really addresses this argument better than I could --

-- but TL;DR, the animation looks "fake" largely because of stylistic decisions (l.e. turning off motion blur with the thought it would look "more like 2D") that weren't well thought-out. And I actually think the film's writing issues run into the same problem.

Because here's the thing -- writing high fantasy is not as easy as it looks. I can testify to this because I myself am writing a draft for a high fantasy novel right now.

All these years, Disney has been in an advantageous position with their animated films largely being adaptations of previous works, since they're already given a lot of the parameters a writer needs to build a world, plot, and characters. In a Snow White adaptation, for instance, you need a vain queen, an innocent princess, a prince, seven dwarfs, a magic mirror, and a poisoned apple, as well as a fairy tale world where these things fit comfortably. And since so much mainstream fantasy is largely inspired by medieval Europe, that aesthetic remains very familiar with audiences to the point that you need a lot less explanation for things. We don't really need an explanation for the political landscape of Cinderella because we see "fairy tale kingdom" and immediately know it's an absolute monarchy led by generally amiable rulers. We're not surprised when fairies appear in Sleeping Beauty, or when a magical sword predicts who should be king in The Sword in the Stone, or when Tiana and Naveen are turned into frogs in The Princess and the Frog, or when trolls appear in Frozen -- all of these magical conventions fit within the usual fantasy aesthetic and really don't need any explanation or backstory. I'd hazard to say that most people -- aside from those nitpicky critic types who get all hung up on how many servants are in Beast's castle just because they saw a bunch of extra silverware in the Be Our Guest sequence -- just don't bother questioning these things. And the original material also gives some shape and form to the adaptation's story, characters, and overall feel. It doesn't matter how close the finished product matches the original idea or even how familiar the audience is with that original material -- it still provides a jump-off point and sense of focus for the writer(s), the same way fanfiction (even an AU fanfic) can, in contrast to original content.

All right, well, what about those Disney projects that aren't fantasy? Well, in the case of stories like Treasure Planet, Robin Hood, and Mulan, they're still based off preexisting properties that people will find familiar enough that the writers can focus more on the adaptation's unique additions and not focus on detailed backstories and explanations about how the world and societies depicted in the story work. It's a lot easier to just focus on the fantastical elements like the space tech, talking animals, or Mushu and the ancestors if the rest of the story and cast are relatively easy to understand. Even in the case of original stories like The Lion King (which admittedly was largely inspired by Shakespeare's Hamlet, but I digress), Lilo and Stitch, and Lady and the Tramp, they still exist in a non-magical world that closely resembles ours, with only superficial changes like animals being able to talk or the existence of aliens. Even quasi-historical settings like The Great Mouse Detective and Atlantis: The Lost Empire look enough like our real-world equivalent that their settings are largely recognizable to us.

In just about all Disney animated films, the screenwriters didn't have to world-build that much. They didn't have to put the character development and plot on hold to explain the rules of the universe these stories take place in that often -- not unlike how writers like Rick Riordan didn't have to explain as much about the country his hero Percy Jackson lives in, because his books are an urban fantasy where our real world is just "plused up" with magical elements. We don't need to know if gravity works on the story's characters the way it does for us. We don't need to be told about the political landscape, history, or terrain of our location. We don't need to ask whether dying is something our characters can come back from.

Wish, on the other hand, is an original story in a high fantasy setting that doesn't resemble our world. People might try to claim it takes place in the Iberian Peninsula, but come on -- Rosas is a completely fictional country in a world that has magic we don't know the rules of and countries that faintly resemble cultures from our world, but we don't know the histories of or how similar they actually are to their real-world inspiration. We also have a cast of characters we've never met in any other media and a story and messages that we know nothing about beforehand. This means that we have no preexisting framework going in for what's possible and impossible in this world; no frame of reference about who these characters are and what their histories are; and no parameters that the plot, characters, and themes must fit inside, whether based on the fantastical story being adapted or a real-world setting that's a lot like ours. And I don't think that Disney really thought through just how challenging it can sometimes be to tell this kind of a story without stuffing the script with a lot of "tell" and not "show," which, as just about any film person can tell you, is the exact opposite of what you generally want. In film scripts, you want to show your audience a lot more than you tell them -- this not only takes full advantage of the visual medium and communicates your point in a much more natural and artistic way, but it also lets your audience think for itself and come to its own conclusions.

Now of course, can you write a high fantasy original story that's easy to follow and evokes a lot of emotion in your audience? Of course! But it does take time and a lot of careful and creative world-building. J.R.R. Tolkien was the king of such things. George R. R. Martin has done it. Neil Gaiman has done it. Ursula K. Le Guin has done it. Even the writer of the Nimona graphic novel, ND Stevenson, did a good job of it! But I think it's quite clear that Wish's script was not in the works that long -- development of the original idea started back in 2018, yes, but it wasn't until January 2022 that it was announced Jennifer Lee was writing it and Julia Michaels was brought on to write the songs, so the film's current trajectory likely wasn't pinpointed until then. And if the film was released in November 2023, then that means Wish's script was finished in under two years. Although there are successful Disney scripts that I daresay needed only that much time (Frozen, for instance, was quite rushed, by all accounts), once again, those scripts were done for stories with some sort of preexisting framework that allowed the writers to skip explaining certain visual or contextual short-hand in favor of focusing on their own creative flourishes in character and story. They were written with a tighter focus on the plot and its players without the need to build a complete stage under them.

The reason some people want to cry "AI!" when they look at Wish's writing is that they're looking at a script that makes the rookie writing mistake of exposition-dumping in an attempt to make its audience care, rather than evoking emotion. That kind of exposition-dumping is something that most novelists usually have to trim and rewrite in future drafts of their work: it's a mistake done while the writer is trying to world-build enough that their audience understands all of these original rules, societies, locations, and characters they're not familiar with. This exposition is then often trimmed down before publishing, and when adapted for the screen it's often trimmed even further or even completely rewritten, in favor of more visual methods of conveying the same information. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz writes about Dorothy traveling down the Yellow Brick Road and about the long journey that takes her and her friends through a lot of side adventures on their way to the Emerald City: it's the famous film adaptation that cuts out the Kalidahs and puts the whole trip to jaunty music for the characters to sing and dance to. Wish could've communicated to us the importance of the wishes to their owners through more visual means, but instead feels the need to reiterate this idea over and over through written dialogue. And again, this is a common mistake by writers when they're inexperienced in creating completely original content, as opposed to spin-offs, sequels, or adaptations of other people's work.

AI writing is generally known for repetitive phrasing and sentence structure, lack of accuracy, and lack of a personal touch. As much as I'll agree that there are a lot of character and world-building choices in Wish that don't make sense, I don't think that's the same thing. There clearly was a story someone (or multiple people) wanted to tell about a person hoarding the precious ideas of other people away, even if it means those ideas can never be shared with the world -- it just wasn't a story that ended up being told that well. And I think this is why Wish is almost worth seeing -- it serves as a good example of why certain writing decisions work better than others and how writing for fantasy projects and/or "family entertainment" is an art form that's worthy of respect when it's done right.

To sum up my stance on the matter -- I think Disney just bit off way more than it could chew and then didn't give its writers enough time to properly digest it.

[goddessofhael]

My DR 💞💞💞

It's a medieval DR. I just love the aesthetic 🥵. Can't wait to wear gloves and masks and dine with my husband 💗. It's medieval in a modern way—we got the dresses but can still slay the Met Gala 🔥

Everyone's immortal. I really wanna live forever. 😣. I won't be able to bear the thought of losing anyone 😭

Gonna stay at a permanent age of 16—keeping that teenage soul with me forever 😏

I can't really choose what kind of life I would want to spend eternity living, so I scripted a hot combo of: princess life + nepo baby life + adventure life + academia life + celebrity life 💗

This might sound silly, but I also scripted that movies never end, neither do series nor videos nor songs. I just wanna be able to entertain my self forever—I mean, why have a song play for 5 mins when it can play for eternity ? ❤️

Infinite food—just hear me out 😍😍😍

[puhpandas]

i dont think enough people talk about the implications with gregory and the mimic, especially considering the elevator ending where with this information you can easily see where hes coming from and understand why he would do what he did. in GGY, which confirms (not explicitly stated in the games yet but the mimic is canon and thats from tales so) that Gregory was taken over by glitchtrap/the mimic, Gregory is described as 'the wizards most favored apprentice'.

although vanny is never mentioned/implied to exist in ggy, keep in mind that tony has no idea about anything and we learn things from his pov. on top of that, MOST FAVORED apprentice implies that hes the favorite out of multiple (him and vanny.)

where im going with this is that Gregory was once the mimics favorite. his star pupil. best player. most favored apprentice. Gregory knows first hand how dangerous the mimic is because he was closest to it. the mimic saw him as its right hand man/apprentice. gregorys mind was completely hijacked by this thing and he was forced to leave any life he had beforehand behind, and its canon that he still has been unable to return to it, no matter if it was good or not.

i can imagine after that, gregory out of everybody knows best how much of a threat the mimic is. it can do awful things if it escapes, including taking over more people like gregory was and ending countless lives because of it.

anyway i just think ppl dont talk about gregorys relationship with the mimic/glitchtrap enough. its genuinely intriguing to know how highly the mimic viewed him. gregory was the number 1, Dr. Rabbit, and Vanny is the princess, another player in its game. its just a rlly interesting concept to me

PLUS the medieval sounding terms are so cool. Gregory being 'the wizards most favored apprentice' and Vanessa being 'the princess.' thats cool af. and the mimic is 'the dark wizard'. i wonder what gregorys game might have been since vannys was princess quest

[valerieality]

WAIT I GET A TAG I LOVE THIS !!!! u must tell me all about ur fantasy dr now omg

RAAAAH OKAY. Im working on a Notion thingy that I'll link when its "done", and i loath everyday that i havent figured out the magic system yet, but heres the super basic outline:

- Its a european medieval fantasy setting, magic and mythical creatures and such (the only humanoids are like. Elves and Humans though, so not quite high-fantasy)

- I live with my adopted dad + mentor, Cassius, on this collection of floating islands called the Peregrine Islands

- Dragons are a fairly big part of the world but are severely under researched, so we work in a government funded program to study dragons. but this usually means just dicking around with them lol

- Gods are real (though not all powerful). the two primary Gods are Celia of the Moon and her sister Seraphis. Seraphis is commonly known as the sun goddess but shes technically a god of twilight and dawn. Celia's followers are all very different with different styles of worship but generally Celia sends signs through dreams, where as Seraphis dormant because every few hundred years she makes these big "miracles" and exhausts all her power

- The 9 levels of hell are real and each level has a legendary weapon associated with it. In order to keep the 9 Hells closed, the weapons are sealed away in each of the 9 capitals of the world. Eventually one of them (I dont remember which weapon it was my b <\3) gets stolen by this shapeshifter mf and pawned off to pirates but idk where that plotline is going juuust yet 👀

- im Super Cool and also Arospec in this reality so in my dr i naturally have a love triangle goin on 🤘 plan is polyamory but we'll see how it goes lol. One is a boy-next-door type from an old-western-style town me + Cassius visit sometimes, other is from an arctic tribe with these cool seaglass beaches i found on pinterest and immediately adopted into the universe jdbsksbsj

- yeah generally Stuff Is Going On LMAO but 99% of my time in my DR is me going on research trips, special requests from the princess, and housekeeping for dragons lol. eventually im gonna have to write a wholeass BOOK on them and even defining what a dragon IS is going to be such a task oml. but i <3 my work

- other animals like jackalopes and unicorns and phoenixes and merfolk will exist for sure for sure for sure, but ive always been autistic about dragons and that WILL NOT change there

- My riding dragon is a pretty common one but hes my bestest friend ever ever everrrr. Hes an orange + white feathered wyvern called Solstice and I'd die for him a thousand times over. His species typically keep to family groups in these like, year-round autumn forests near the peregrine islands? but during certain times of year theres like. 30-50 of them hanging out in fields to even out the food sources yk. without the camouflage of the forests they just rely on strength in numbers :] i have to go every year but honestly its a vibe. theyre a very docile dragon lol

- Cassius' riding dragon is a very serious girlie called Juno !!! Cassius worships Celia of the Moon very dutifully so even his dragon is moon themed lol. Juno is like a SUPER DUPER rare kind of dragon where they have a really long life span because their eggs almost never hatch. they only hatch on eclipses, and theyre super fun too because if they hatch during a Lunar Eclipse you get the horned variant (Juno), and if they hatch during a Solar Eclipse you get the frilled variant :D!!!! I gotta sit down and properly design them one day but AAAA

- OH Familiars also exist here!! they basically work as like a reservoir of magic if that makes sense? The spell it takes to get one is super tedious and draining but Cassius helped me with like, support spells so i managed. Familiars basically either can double the strength of one spell, or allow you to cast an additional one. They can take on basically any shape so long as its mobile because magic isnt stationary. Mine is a blue tiger cub named Tybalt/Tibby (Hes based on my favourite stuffed animal lol). most familiars are semi-tangible and pretty small - Tibbys about the size of a small rabbit. Familiars natively make like. Wind chime/glass clinking noises :3

[ellysdreamworldd]

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꒰ྀིㅤ 𝓽hings i'm looking forward to in my 𝓱ogwarts dr⠀ ಿৎ

𝝑𝝔 using magic - of course. i mean, isn't this the coolest thing ever? my life will be soo much easier. too tired to get up from bed and grab that last thing i forgot before wrapping up in my blankets? easy, just do a summoning spell. can't carry all the heavy books in my hands? levitation charm.

𝝑𝝔 studying interesting subjects - instead of crashing out over math, i will finally be able to study interesting subjects. even the most boring of them all, aka history of magic, would seem like the funniest activity ever compared to whatever i have to study in this reality. well, let's ignore potions where i will have to endure snape bullying me!

𝝑𝝔 the castle - i will literally walk to class everyday through the halls feeling like a medieval princess. except for those annoying staircases, exploring Hogwarts would be so fun. finding secret passages and the room of requirement, studying in the library and peeking in the restricted section, stargazing in the astronomy tower, invading the kitchens...

𝝑𝝔 having my dream wardrobe -what can i say i have a pinterest board full of outfits.. and even the uniforms are aestethic (with a little special touch, obviously)

𝝑𝝔 food - i will be able to eat anything i want without gaining weight amd i will get to try all the magical foods!!(except for the chocolate frogs cause i feel bad). i will spend all my time in the kitchens eating pastries while gossiping with the elves and trying to convince them to poison the food of people i hate (hint: draco malfoy)

𝝑𝝔 being with friends 24/7 - neverending sleepovers, house parties, late nights in common rooms, hogsmeade, sneaking out with the invisibility cloak...

𝝑𝝔 meeting magical creatures -care of magical creatures will definitely be my favourite subject!! hagrid is such a cutie & i can't wait to see unicorns and hippogriffs and maybe ride an invisible thestral

𝝑𝝔 trips to hogsmeade -i can't wait to drink butterbeer on a cold winter afternoon at the three broomsticks!! i even scripted students can go to hogsmeade every weekend

𝝑𝝔 flying - like i will be able to fly?? on a broom?? that's sick

𝝑𝝔 talking to ghosts and portraits - the best source of gossip, though sometimes that might not always be a good thing for your own sake

𝝑𝝔 the forbidden forest -sneaking out at night to explore and meeting centaurs and other creatures (trying to make it out alive)

𝝑𝝔 finding out my patronus -i didn't script anything for it, so i'm really excited to see which animal represents me. it's like a personality test.

𝝑𝝔 snow - it never really snows where i live so i'm really looking forward to finally having a white christmas!! plus, holidays at hogwarts are unmatched

[kitchenaidmixer02]

i had a dream and it was WILD

like there were four people. default hot guy, default nerd guy, old guy, and medieval princess and they like crashed on a space ship

and the old guy kept swallowing a dr depper shirt

and the default hot guy had to beat it out of him with a tennis racquet. there was a lot of blood.

but the old guy was also possessed?? and he had to swallow the shirt and then cough it up to get unpossessed cause the demon would stick to the fabric or smt

idk it was so odd

[more-than-a-princess]

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 2024:

Any muses/fandoms you wish people would stop writing?

Is there anything you're excited to do this year?

What Are We Leaving Behind in 2024 - Accepting!

Ooh, I've been asked another hot/spicy take question today.

Any muses/fandoms you wish people would stop writing?

First, let me preface this with the following: everyone is allowed to write what they want. I don't actually wish people would stop writing anything.

However, I'd phrase this as: series/muses/themes I do not want to interact with due to lack of interest or I just dislike the series/characters that much.

Does that make sense?

Carrying on.

The biggest themes I don't want to write and will not choose to engage with on this blog is fantasy, particularly high/medieval fantasy with a bunch of magic powers. There's nothing wrong with the genre! I, like Sonia, actually read a bunch of romantic fantasy and enjoy it. It's just that Sonia is not a medieval/fantasy princess, and I think some muns who stumble across my blog see princess in the title and assume that's the flavor of storyline I provide over here.

There's plenty of muses who are that sort of royal, but I do not enjoy writing Sonia in that context. Contemporary slice of life? Of course. Historical-inspired verses? There's a few centuries that I like placing Sonia in based on how history has advanced. Sonia is much more Gossip Girl, Bridgerton, The Royals series from E!, and Tatler than she is Game of Thrones.

She's not fantasy. She's not a fantasy/medieval/magic power-wielding princess. I don't even like doing damsel in distress or arranged marriage that much with her, unless I've plotted with the mun beforehand and feel comfortable writing that content with them. Putting Sonia in a situation where she constantly needs to be rescued and/or is subjugated to serve someone, particularly a man because she's his legal property, gives me some very big icks.

We ain't doing that over here.

In the same vein, talking animals are also a no-go for this blog. And as much as Sonia loves the supernatural, beings like demons, ghosts, vampires, etc. are on a case-by-case basis. Even if Sonia wants to flirt with the hot vampire/demon willing to bite her-

For series I have no interest writing in/writing AUs for:

Anything Vivziepop/Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Attack on Titan

Genshin Impact/Honkai. I have never played these games and never will.

My Hero Academia

JJK

Demon Slayer

Naruto

DragonBall anything

most things that qualify as isekai

Game of Thrones (as mentioned above)

If it belongs in a D&D game I don't have any interest in writing it

Harry Potter (This was my first RP fandom 20+ years ago, actually, but I cannot separate art from artist now. Wizard Lady sucks and everything she stands for sucks.)

As far as characters go, I'll keep my list to Danganronpa characters that, if given a choice, I'd prefer not to interact with. If you have a multi, I will probably pick any other DR muse available to write with, or a different series or OC, than the muses on this list. It's a combination of interaction burnout with these specific muses or I have such a strong dislike for them personally and it tends to seep into my portrayal:

Nagito Komaeda

Kokichi Ouma

Miu Iruma

Korekiyo Shinguji

Hajime Hinata, Shuichi Saihara, and Junko Enoshima are a case-by-case basis: I enjoy some dynamics with these characters but others I just don't care to write. Despair verses mostly, but I tend not to choose those anyway and prefer to reference them as past events in post-Despair verses. For Hajime and Shuichi specifically, it's more just fatigue and burnout with these muses: I get the protags and antags of DR 2 and V3 thrown at me pretty often in the past 5.5 years I've had this blog (everyone forgets about DR1 now sadly).

There's so many characters in Danganronpa, I wish more of them were represented in the tumblr RPC!

Is there anything you're excited to do this year?

RP wise? Keep trucking on with what I'm doing and hopefully start some new long-term threads and interactions too. I'm just not sure which mutuals are up for crafting something, either by plotting or winging it.

Outside of RP? I'm working on yet another dream costume for conventions this year! I'm finally doing one of Marie Antoinette's gowns from Rose of Versailles, and updating my Oscar costume as well because get you a woman who can do both. I'm also excited for a historical formal ball I'm attending in March as Penelope from Bridgerton (though I want to go to a proper Bridgerton ball eventually, and another ACOTAR/book ball! I have outfit options!).

And besides that, I gifted my husband a trip for Christmas to Universal Orlando Resort this October for the two of us! We're going to spend a week checking out everything new at the parks (barring Wizard Lady stuff: we refuse to pay for food and merch from those parts of the parks, even if part of our ticket admission lines her pockets, which is still annoying) from the past 6 years or so, especially Epic Universe and Super Nintendo World. He's a huge fan of Nintendo so that was the driving force behind the plan: we'll spend most of our Epic Universe day in that area of the park while venturing out to Dark Universe and Isle of Berk a little bit. And we're also doing Halloween Horror Nights as we're both huge horror fans! I can't wait to learn what the houses will be this year.

[mysteryideasgroup]

MSA X Scooby-Doo and the Witch's Ghost Chapter 1: Intro and Museum/Mystery Teams are Disguised as Exhibits/Meeting Two Horror Writers 

In Night of History of the Museums now closed for nights. Dr. Dean and Dr. Chace used to be close to locked up, they held papers in folders. They walked away unnoticed Mystery Teams and Scooby Doo Team disguised as exhibiting. Velma in disguise of Rome. Fred and Daphne in disguise of Medieval. Shaggy and Scooby in disguise of Pre-History of Caveman survival against Sabertooth.

Girls' Clues Club Teams are disguised as Royals: Sarah: Queen, Sapphire (Sarah's Dog/Kitsune): Guard, Samantha (Sarah's Polter Dog/Polter Kitsune): Guard, Ruby (Sarah's Palisman Dog/Kitsune): Guard, Laura: Princess, Sardonyx (Laura's Polter Cat): Alicorn, and Sparkle-Sprinkles (Laura's Palisman Cat/Butterfly): Fairy Butterfly

Mystery Skulls Teams are disguised as Royals Pt2: Lewis Pepper: King, Vivi Yukino: Queen, Arthur Kingsmen: Knight, Mystery the Dog/Kitsune (Vivi's Dog/Kitsune): Guard, and Daniela Kingsmen/Schmidt: Princess 

Mystery Investigators Teams are disguised as Royals Pt3: Marie Pepper: Princess, Maxy Yukino: Prince, Stephanie Kingsmen: Warrior, and Blossom the Poodle Dog/Kitsune (Maxy's Poodle Dog/Kitsune): Guard 

Mystery Skulls Teams of Associates are disguised as Royal Fairytale: John Kingsmen: Guard (like his Ancestor), Marco Silver: Prince, and Starla Miller: Princess 

The Sector Mystery Teams are disguised as The Adventure Heroes: Bart Minnie: King, Matilda Weld: Queen, Josh Rivas: Knight, Miles the Dog/Kitsune (Bart's Dog/Kitsune): Musketeer, Molly the Dog/Kitsune (Matilda's Dog/Kitsune): Musketeer, Jaxson the Dog/Kitsune (Josh's Dog/Kitsune): Musketeer, Eve Rosebell: Princess, Ava Lee: Princess, and Darling the Dog (Cavalier King Charles Spaniel/CKCS) (Ava's Dog): Magic Warrior 

Mystery Ideas Teams are disguised as The Heroes' Legend: Cera Minnie: Queen, Mike Weld: Samurai, Ecole Rivas: The Sorceress, Misti the Dog/Kitsune (Mike's Dog/Kitsune): Ninja, Maisy Pepper/Minnie: Enchantress (like her Ancestor, Glinda), and Claude the Puppy/Dog (Maisy’s Puppy/Dog): Warrior 

The Amazing Mystery Teams are disguised as The Adventure Savior-Heroes: Lewon Minnie: Prince, Viana Weld: Princess, Arther Rivas: Warrior, Myisha the Dog/Kitsune (Viana's Dog/Kitsune): The Sorceress, and Gill the Hamster/Dog/Kitsune (Arther's Hamster/Dog/Kitsune): Wizard 

Mystery Hunters Teams are disguised as The Royal Guardians: Lewinn Minnie: King, Vicki Weld: Queen, Albert Rivas: The Cloaked Hood, and Mira the Dog/Kitsune (Vicki’s Dog/Kitsune): Warrior 

Mystery Slayers Teams are disguised as Fantasy's Heroes: Landon Minnie: Prince, Vera Weld: Princess, Aaron Rivas: King, Maren the Dog/Kitsune (Vera’s Dog/Kitsune): Knight, and Alden the Dog/Kitsune (Aaron’s Dog/Kitsune): Knight 

Dr. Dean and Dr. Chace walk away, Mummy Casks creaking open sound. Dr. Dean and Dr. Chace are shocked and scared to go backwards away to fearful and notice that Shaggy in disguise as Caveman with a stone weapon survives against Scooby in disguise as Sabertooth.

He backs away as he accidentally press the button on the display Shaggy and Scooby are standing still on, which causes the lights to go on as the speaker speaks, scaring him and causing him to drop his paperwork.

Speaker: Early man’s struggle for survival was a harsh one. (Dr. Dean looks behind him at it and sighs in relief.) Threats to his existence were everywhere.

Speaker: Fortunately, man had his greater intelligence to help him survive.

Two warrior monsters with their weapons appear out of the tomb, preparing to attack them. Shaggy and Scooby get scared upon seeing this.

Speaker: It is with the use of tools that humans learned to overcome their savage enemies. Please move to the next exhibit.

The Lights on the exhibit go off as the warriors move slowly toward Dr. Dean. Dean had just finished picking up his paperwork when the warriors raised their weapons.

Dr. Dean and Dr. Chace picked papers back together in folders. Four Mummies are scared of Dr. Dean and Dr. Chace that Shaggy and Scooby warn behind you. Dr. Dean and Dr. Chace are scared that the exhibits are real life. Dr. Dean and Dr. Chace are fleeing.

Rest Mystery Teams and Scooby Doo Team have chased after four Mummies chased them. Shaggy and Scooby are scary. Two mysterious tripped four mummies to crash. They meet Two mysterious steps out from behind the curtains.

Daphne: Who are they?

Velma: I don’t believe it! You’re Ben Ravencroft!

Matilda: Oh my God! You’re Flik Galloway!

Sarah: Hm? Do they have fans of Two Horror Writers?

Velma: The famous horror writer! 

Matilda: Yes! I’ve read a few of his books before. 

Horror Writer: That’s right. 

Other Horror Writer: Yes, right. 

The man is now known as Mr. Ben Ravencroft, other man is now known as Flik Galloway smiling them

Ben: Now let’s see who they are 

Flik: Agree.

Ben walked up to the 4 monsters before taking off one of their masks. Flik took off one of their masks. 

Dr. Dean: It’s Perkins!

Dr. Chace: ! it’s Blake! 

Velma then took off the other mask, Matilda took off the other mask too 

Velma: And Griswald!

Matilda: And Hugo!

Sarah: Disgruntled archaeologists from the museum's Babylonian project. They were upset with you for cutting their funding, Dr. Dean and Dr. Chace.

Perkins: And we would've gotten away with it too. If it wasn't for this meddling… writer!

Blake: Agreed... Meddling Writer!

The guards arrest them.

Shaggy: Like, that’s a twist.

Fred: Yeah, well, at least, he didn't call us kids. I hate that.

Daphne (To Ben): Guess you beat us to the punch, Mr. Ravencroft.

Sarah (To Flik): What that’s true? Mr. Galloway.

Ben: Sorry, I didn't mean to upstage you.

Flik: Right, true

Fred: So what WERE you doing here?

Ben: I was doing research on my latest novel when I saw the archaeologists acting suspiciously and decided to investigate.

Flik: Hmm, I think.

Velma: Mr. Ravencroft, I am a huge fan of your work. I have read all your books in which my opinion are the best horror stories ever written.

Matilda: Mr. Galloway, I'm a fan of your work, I have read all your books with horror. The best horror stories ever written.

She shakes his hand.

Ben (Taken aback by her enthusiasm): Uh, thanks, Velma.

Velma: (gasps in amazement) You know my name?

Flik: Uh, thanks, Matilda.

Matilda: You know my name? Right.

Ben: And Daphne's and Fred's. (Scooby taps his shoulder with his tail get to his attention on him and Shaggy) (Chuckles) And Scooby and Shaggy of course.

Scooby: (Giggling)

Flik: Wait, Mystery Inc. with Mystery Teams? Right.

Ben: I've admired your work unraveling supernatural mysteries for some time now. I mean, basically we're in the same business of mystery and the occult, right?

Flik: Hm, it’s supernatural horror mysteries... same business is a mystery... true.

Velma: Oh please, what we do pales in comparison with the sheer palpable fright of your novels.

Ben: I wouldn't say that.

Velma: I mean, take the Dead Mall for example; oh, that creepy jewelry store owner was an incredibly complex character.

Ben: You're very kind. Listen Velma, I'm going back to my hometown in Massachusetts this weekend. To the house where I worked my early books. I go back every year for the fall color. It's very peaceful and relaxing. Why don't you and your friends come visit?

Velma: (gasps) Really? Oh, that would be great! Uh, wouldn't it gang?

Daphne: Yeah. We can use a break from all these spooky mysteries.

Ben: And Oakhaven does have one of the best restaurants in New England.

Shaggy: Like we're sold! Eh, Scoob?

Scooby: Yeah. (Laughs)

Sarah Q: Right, going to the Town of Oakhaven.

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For @laurasanchez36

AUs Alternate Universes Crossovers belongs to me

All belongs to my msa x sd ocs sonas and my new msa x sd ocs sonas 

All belongs to her msa x sd ocs sonas and her new msa x sd ocs sonas

Mystery Skulls Animated MSA belongs to Ben and MysteryBen27 of YouTube YT Series Shows

Scooby Doo SD belongs to WB (Warner Bros) and HB (Hanna Barbera) of Animated Movies and TV Series Shows

[solarlyls]

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ℱAME ✴︎ DR: little life ask game ; wardrobe ; premiere fits

𝒜RCANE ✴︎ DR: intro

𝒫JO ✴︎ DR: little friends ask game

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𝒜NCIENT GREECE ✴︎ DR: nothing yet

ℱARM GIRL ✴︎ DR: nothing yet

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HTTYD DR, TLOU DR, LIS/LIS2 DR, BRIDGERTON DR, BAKER DR, WHIMSY 90S FANTASY DR, SMALL TOWN DR, EAH DR, DESCENDANTS DR, 2000s ROM COM DR, PLANET TRAVELER DR, MEDIEVAL PRINCESS DR, 18TH CENTURY DR, MAGICAL GIRL DR, MARIOKART DR, LPS DR, STREAMER DR.

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[jaeausten]

Hi Everyone!

This post is for anyone wanting to request a gifset. Below the cut is a list of all films and tv shows that I am able to produce an gifset for.

Pre Medieval:

Vikings 1-4a.

Tristan and Isolde.

Rome (HBO) 1-2

Cleopatra (1963).

Medieval:

The Hollow Crown 1-2.

A Knight's Tale.

Robin Hood (BBC) 1-3.

Ophelia (2018).

Ever After- A Cinderella Story.

The White Queen.

Braveheart.

Tudor: (If requested on here, I will actually post the request on tudorerasource, but will answer the ask on this blog with a link.)

The White Princess.

The Spanish Princess 1-2.

The Other Boleyn Girl.

Anne of the Thousand Days.

The Tudors 1-4.

Wolf Hall.

Lady Jane.

Elizabeth R.

Shakespeare in Love.

Anonymous.

Mary Queen of Scots (2013).

Mary Queen of Scots (2017).

Elizabeth I (2005).

The Virgin Queen.

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth: The Golden Age.

Stuart:

The Favourite.

Tulip Fever.

The Three Musketeers (2012).

The Musketeers (BBC) 1-3.

Stage Beauty.

Charles II: The Power and the Passion.

Georgian:

Harlots 1-3.

Pirates of the Caribbean 1-4.

Poldark 1-5.

The Scandalous Lady W.

Belle.

The Affair of the Necklace.

The Duchess.

The Abduction Club.

The Aristocrats (BBC).

Casanova.

Marie Antoinette.

The History of Tom Jones.

Dangerous Liaisons.

The Madness of King George.

Amadeus.

Outlander 1-5.

Regency:

Becoming Jane.

Miss Austen Regret's.

War and Peace (2015).

Mr Malcom's List.

Vanity Fair (2005).

Vanity Fair (BBC) (2005).

Jane Austen:

Pride and Prejudice (1995)

Pride and Prejudice (2005).

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.

Mansfield Park (1999).

Mansfield Park (2007).

Emma (1996).

Emma (BBC) (1996).

Emma (2009).

Emma (2020).

Persuasion (1995).

Persuasion (2007).

Sense and Sensibility (1995).

Sense and Sensibility (2008).

Northanger Abbey (2007).

Sanditon 1.

Love and Friendship.

Death comes to Pemberley.

Lost in Austen.

Victorian:

The Young Victoria.

Victoria 1-3.

The Count of Monte Cristo.

Little Dorrit.

Wives and Daughters.

To Walk Invisible.

Gentleman Jack 1-2.

Cranford.

Return to Cranford.

Jane Eyre (2007).

Jane Eyre (2001).

Little Women (1994).

Little Women (20019).

North and South.

Crimson Peak.

Bleak House (2006).

The Age of Innocence.

Far from the Madding Crowd.

The Phantom of the Opera.

Anna Karenina.

The Gilded Age 1.

Dr Thorne.

Edwardian:

Somewhere in Time.

The Secret Garden (1993).

A Room with a View.

Miss Potter.

Titanic.

Colette.

Anne of Green Gables Trilogy (1985-2000).

My Fair Lady.

20th Century/Modern/Everything Else:

Austenland.

A discovery of Witches 1-3.

Merlin 1-4.

Me before You.

Letters to Juliet.

The Da Vinci Code.

Angels and Demons.

Cinderella (2015).

Beauty and the Beast (2017).

Stardust.

Dracula (NBC) (2013).

Maleficent.

The Sound of Music.