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timextoxhajima · 4 years

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Genre: BIG FAT FLUFFS just ‘cause, maybe a little bit of 1950s vibes idk i’ll try lol, duchess you with villager seonghwa? maybe not...? ;)

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A/N: I love Cinderella so it’s safe to say that i’m going to draw a whole lot of inspiration from the movie. i may or may not sob while writing this.

“Love was just a glance away, a warm embracing dance away”

you don’t bother too much about the long, silky white gown you were supposed to be going to sleep in. it was crumpled into a ball, sitting at the edge of your bed. you knew if you asked a servant to help you get fitted, they’d probably run off to tell your father, the Duke of the Land your ancestors have been living on for generations.

you look at yourself in the large mirror of your chamber, everything in the space either gold, white or cream in color, and it sickened you.

what brought you comfort was the brown leather that you had around your feet and calves, and the black horse-riding jacket that hugged you around your torso.

it was the last night of your freedom before you were to be randomly married off to a prince from a faraway land, a prince from a kingdom who has promised yours gold, land, food and shelter.

it was too good of a deal for your parents to turn down.

you push open your balcony doors and walked out into the platform, looking past the bushes and looking at the stable in the far right behind the castle. this isn’t the first time you sneaked out of the castle, so it wasn’t difficult to get your feet over the arm rests of the balcony and onto the bricks that made up the place that you’ve called home for all your life.

you knew which bricks had roughed over edges and sides that stuck out for you to climb down. you don’t break a single drop of sweat by the time your feet reached the ground.

you were finally on Night, your horse. his coat was dark as its name.

the scent of the barn filled your nostrils, and you could only wonder what it would be like if you had a say in your future. if only you could tell your father how much you loved being in the barn, even if it meant cleaning after the animals.

the guards were easy to get past alone, but now that you were on an arabian black horse standing proudly at nearly 1.8m in the air, it was impossible to get past them without being noticed.

despite having an old, black coat covering your body, the only person who would ride Night was you, so it was easy to identify who was riding the most expensive horse out of the barn.

“wha-- m’lady!” the guards at the barn’s post had their hands outstretched, already beginning to run after you when the horse picked up its pace.

“don’t tell my father,” you pull on the reigns, slowing down only to look pitifully at them. “please. it’s my last night before my wedding and coronation.”

one guard was a man easily older than your father, and the other was his son. you look at the elder one with pleading eyes, knowing that he would be easily bought over with your expression.

“father!” the younger guard urges him to respond and request for you to get off the horse.

you bit the inside of your lips, hoping that he would let you go one last time. he watched you grow up in the castle, and tonight was the last night he had the chance of watching you run away from your responsibilities.

the elder guard sucks in a deep breath, his chest puffing outwards. his son sighs and looks away, already knowing what he was going to say.

“m’lady,” he bows with one arm across his stomach. “please return by sunrise. you know how the Duke is when things don’t occur at the times they are supposed to.”

you grin widely, your hair braided comfortably without the helmet, since you were already used to riding Night. he resumes a straight posture, his son already returned to his designated spot right outside the barn. you wave to the both of them before pulling on the reigns and galloping away into the forest.

you didn’t need to pull on Night’s reigns to direct him; he knew exactly where to go. there was already a trampled-down path in the grass, through the trees and past the bushes.

ever since the Duke and Duchess let you ride on your own on Night, you’ve been finding every small excuse or pocket of free time to ride out on your own, even if it meant in the middle of the night, even if it meant you being alone.

being surrounded by guards and fellow royal figures all day round even before you could utter your first word was the setting you grew up in.

you’ve lost count of all the times you’ve been caught in the barn feeding the horses with the barn care-taker when you were supposed to be at ballroom-dance lessons. you’ve lost count of the times you ran off to play with the commoners’ children in the concourse whenever you left the castle to do walkabouts in the village with the Duchess.

but you’ve resigned to your fate and responsibilities. tomorrow, you would be wed to a stranger for the sake of the kingdom’s future.

you reach the corner of a village far away from the kingdom, looking behind your shoulders as you entered the deserted town and you saw nothing but the flag that was stuck on the tallest tower of the castle.

the kingdom was built on a hill, so you could only guess how long you’ve been on Night, now that the only thing visible to you was the flag.

you dismount Night, giving him a pat on his neck and pulling out a carrot from a pouch by his body. you let him munch on the snack while pulling on his reigns, scouring through the roads of the almost empty town.

there were villagers walking about once in a while, most of them looking like servants restocking or moving large boxes. it was quiet, until you heard a crowd cheer from a bar around the corner.

you tie Night’s reigns to a post right outside the bar, looking around and noticing that the streets were lit up with amber kerosene lights hung up about every two metres or so.

you take off the kingdom’s badge from Night’s reigns and shoved it into his pouch, leaving his gold medallion around his neck on with his name on it. you hoped that the medallion was enough to convince anybody not to steal it.

stealing royal property was a offence punishable by death.

you push through the wooden doors of the bar, the light from inside flashing in your eyes almost instantaneously. though the weather outside was cool, but the atmosphere inside warmed you thoroughly.

your eyes naturally find the source of the cheering, and you notice a crowd around a single, young man who was busy aiming darts at a board. every throw hits either bullseye or somewhere just centimetres away from it.

“ho!” the crowd cheers, mugs and hands in the air. you couldn’t help but to smile at the lively energy that you’d never see in the castle. the young man turns around, and you catch a glimpse of his face.

his hair was long but neat, till his ears, parting near the middle of his head and he was wearing brown, full-length coat. you smile to yourself after you realised it looked like it was made from potato sacks.

he had bright eyes that reminded you of the cat that loved to hang around Night, and he had a smile that would’ve been enough to let him pass off as a prince.

“deals’ a deal!” someone yells from the bar counter, assuming that it was the owner of the bar. you expected him to come out with a tray of beer glasses, or a bag of coins, but instead, you see him hand the young man a bag of apples.

“anything to keep these people entertained,” he grins widely and proudly, earning another round of loud cheers and pats on the back from the villagers. he gets pulled to a table in the corner of the bar as the crowd dissipates, the energy still running high in your blood.

you grab a seat at the counter right where the bar owner was busy cleaning the surfaces and continuously serving drinks. the hood was still over your head, and you were hoping the silver buttons on the your horse-riding jacket wasn’t going to catch anybody’s attention.

“can i get you anything, m’lady?” the bar owner asks quietly without looking at you, hands still holding a rag and cleaning the interior of a mug. you look up cautiously at the man, blinking at his sharp ability to pick up on your identity. “your boots are made from premium leather. i noticed it when you first came in.”

you smile gently, watching as he pushes a mug across the smooth surface, and it stops right within your reach.

“should i be worried there’s a member of a royal family sitting in my bar, m’lady?” he eyes you with a cheeky grin, knowing that he’s caused several question marks to pop up above your head.

‘a royal family’?

“the royal family isn’t very fitting for me to use. this village has no kingdom, thus i’ve got no reason to even call you ‘m’lady’.”

you chuckle softly, taking a big gulp from the mug.

“so,” he grabs a stool from behind a counter, and sits opposite you, a mug of beer in hand as well. the oil on his face was causing light to reflect off him like light reflects off water. the sight was familiar, but you’ve never been in those shoes. never have you once needed to work till your skin was shiny from sweat and humidity. “what brings a member of a royal family here?”

“i am to be married off to a prince i haven’t met before in my life tomorrow.”

he laughs loudly at your summarised story, arms hugging his belly as he takes another gulp of the beer. you notice the young man from before waving good bye to the others and taking his leave.

you return your attention to the bar owner, who also gave the young man one final wave before looking at you again.

“see, this is why i never understand the villagers for wanting to be part of a royal family. sure, none of you need to lift a finger to earn a penny, but you don’t get to make any decisions for yourself.”

you laugh, almost agonisingly. he wasn’t wrong.

“look at me!” he says with wide eyes, arms stretched out to his sides as he presented his bar to you.

“look at us,” he leans forward and gestures to every other villager in the bar.

“we live our lives the way we want to, and though it might be exhausting, nothing feels better than well-deserved gains after hardwork.”

you were holding the handle of the mug and pushing it in circles, causing the liquid inside to swish around softly.

“but i never asked to be born into the royal family. i’d rather spend my days in the barn, taking care of my horse and the other animals.”

he leans back against the cabinet behind him, giving you a warm smile. the man might’ve a ton of tattoos on his arms and even one on his neck that disappears behind his old, worn out shirt, but this was the best conversation you’ve ever had with anybody since the last time you spoke to a commoner.

you finish your beer, face flushed bright pink but not enough to make you drunk. even if you were, Night knew the way back to the kingdom. the bar owner gets up to clear your mug, and you leave a small pouch with coins worth more than five times the price of the single mug of beer you got.

you adjust your cloak, making sure your hood was covering your entire head and your silver buttons weren’t easy to spot. but you pushed your way out of the bar, only to see the young man from before patting Night on his neck, feeding him an apple that you assumed he won from playing darts.

you wonder how long he’s been standing there, accompanying your horse. he left just minutes after you got your beer, and you’ve spent at least twenty minutes finishing the rest of it.

what was more surprising was that Night wasn’t moving a single inch. he was so used to being taken care of by you, that whenever he was around strangers, he’d neigh and whinny so much, it would be difficult to ignore.

you watch quietly, taking small steps towards your horse and the young man who looked like he was talking to Night.

you thought he hasn’t noticed you, but he opens his mouth to greet you without looking at you.

“arabian horse. gold medallion. baroness? countess? princess, maybe?”

you halted in your tracks, watching as he slowly turns his attention from Night to you. the potato sack that he wore over his head and his body was so long, that it looked more like a cape, now that you’ve seen him in full.

under the potato sack, he wore a simple black vest over a white, long-sleeved top. the leather boots he was wearing looked like they haven’t been cleaned or repaired in the last decade.

“silver buttons,” he points out, eyes planted to your torso where the cloak parted and exposed your horse-riding jacket.

“which kingdom are you from? are you just a member of the royal family or are you the heir to the throne?” he feeds Night another apple. you watch as he ties the strings of the bag that still contained a few other apples in it to his belt.

“somewhere nearby,” you were careful with disclosing your information to a single stranger alone. “member of the royal family.”

he nods, giving Night one more pat before turning on his heels, looking like he was ready to walk off.

“wait!” you unconsciously push back your cloak, searching for the small pouches attached to your belt that contained coins. “what were the apples for?”

children? barn animals? his family?

“do you need more?” you hold out a single pouch by your fingers, dangling it on your outstretched hand. he turns to look at you, eyes focused on the pouch. he strolls over to you, not hesitating for a moment before taking the pouch, the exchange causing the coins to make clinking sounds.

he then puts two fingers his mouth, whistling loudly. you were shocked and surprised by the sudden, sharp sound, but soon you hear the sound of hooves galloping against the floor, and a gorgeous brown and white mustang gallops right up to him from behind you.

“good girl,” he whispers, the horse whinnying and rubbing her snout in his hair. he smiles, feeding her whatever that was left of the apples in the bag.

“thank you for the extra change. i’ll buy more apples with the rest of it tomorrow morning when the village market opens,” he huffs, getting on the horse with ease. you notice the mustang had no reigns, but there was a mark near the base of her neck where a medallion would usually be...

“care to ride with me? or do you need to return to your kingdom?” he jerks around on his horse as she sniffs Night.

it had been forever since you’ve ridden with someone, so you were elated when he extended the invitation, not bothering about the second part of his question.

soon, you found yourself galloping through the woods again, and you were in a part of the forest you weren’t familiar with. you and Night were just simply following behind him and his mustang.

if the Duke and Duchess were here, they’d be screaming their heads off at you with sophistication, interrogating you about why you thought following a stranger through the trees would be a good idea.

but there was something about the way he won those apples from the bar by entertaining the villagers, and the way he treated his horse... that reminded you of yourself, and that convinced you that he meant no harm.

you hear nothing but crickets and the sound of heavy hooves hitting the ground, but slowly, the sound of gushing water reaches your ears, and it sounded like music. your eyes brighten, and he must’ve noticed it when he turned back to look at you once he heard the sound of nature too. he smiles and turns back to look forward, and within minutes, you arrive at the land’s prettiest sight.

you were still on Night, admiring the way the moonlight reflected off the water. there were fireflies that lit up the strands of grass, the sound of crickets chirping and the gentle breeze that brushed the hood off your head. he dismounts from the mustang, giving her a pat as he lets her roam the area.

“how did you--” you whirled around to ask him a question about the waterfall, only to see him by the side of Night, one hand outstretched to you. his eyes were wide and gleaming, and there was something in them that was so inviting.

you gladly take his hand as he helps you get off Night, and he gives you space while you adjust the pouches on his sides. you were about to hook his reigns around a boulder nearby, but the young man stops you, his hold on your wrist gentle, but firm.

“he won’t run, trust me.”

you let him guide your hand away from the reigns, and Night starts taking small steps here and there but never looking like he was ready to gallop off. the young man releases his hold on you, and instead holds his elbow out to you, hand balled up into a fist and placed over his stomach.

you watch in kind wonder. though a little disappointed that you were still treated like royalty outside of your kingdom, you happily hook your arm through his. you walk along the lake until there was a relatively empty patch, where the grass was a little shorter and less wild. he pulls away, only to bow and offer you his right hand.

you blink in slight surprise, unsure if he was doing what you think he was doing.

“i had lessons when i was younger, so my apologies if my knowledge of this isn’t as up to standard as yours, your highness.”

you couldn’t help but to wonder how awkward and sudden this was, but it strangely just felt so right. you didn’t feel threatened at all, so taking his hand and allowing him to hold you just like any prince or baron or duke who’s danced with you before was pretty easy.

“so, what brings you out here into the wilderness in the middle of the night? i doubt your family would let you run off like this, even if you were just a member of a royal family,” he smiles at you. your hand was in his and on his shoulder, his hold on your waist light but careful. you were slowly moving around the space, both your feet, strangely enough, never once trampling on each other.

“running away from my responsibilities. being born into a royal family and having all these duties lay on your shoulders have been the only things i know.”

he hums in acknowledgement, his eyes never leaving yours.

“to tell you the truth, i’m quite surprised you accepted my invitation to ride with me. as far as i’m aware, members of the royal family don’t run off with strangers,” he flashes you a gorgeous smile, his eyes halving into pretty crescents and there was a glimmer in them like you’ve never seen before.

“i saw the way you were with the other villagers back in the bar, and the fact that you asked for apples in return, only to feed your horse... and you have no reign on her. it means you’ve spent a considerable amount of time with her for you to create that trust between you two. that tells me a lot.”

“i understand. i take it as a compliment?” he chuckles softly, raising his arm and twirling you around. usually you’d be in a dress if you were waltzing, so doing this here in the middle of a forest, in horseback riding fitting, was oddly satisfying.

you were finally doing something that wouldn’t be allowed in the ballroom.

“please do,” you giggle. but your light-hearted feelings disappear when he pulls you in after the spin. his hand was pressed flat against your lower back, and your head was tilted upwards to meet his eyes.

“so what are you going to tell the royal family once you get back?” he almost whispers. there was so little space between your faces that it doesn’t require much volume to speak. “surely they would’ve noticed that you’re gone by now?”

a smile breaks out on your lips upon the question, and he turns you around. you rest your upper body weight on his arm as you lean back, his arms holding you in a dip.

you expected him to drop you or at least feel his arm tremble from the weight, but he doesn’t. his hold was firm and had no signs of faltering.

there was absolutely no way lessons when he was younger was enough to give him the strength and ability to hold you like this.

“where did you learn to waltz like this?” you quietly ask, eyes locking with his again as his nose comes dangerously close to yours. he flashes you the same smile you saw at the bar, and you truly wonder if he was a prince or simply a commoner.

everything about him was sophisticated, but there was no physical evidence that he was of royal blood.

“i’d like to keep that a secret, your highness,” he tilts his head and leans forward. your eyes flutter shut upon the contact of his lips against yours, and your chest begins to pound. butterflies fill your stomach and chills run through you despite feeling the warmth of his palm on your lower back.

he tasted sweet, like apples. and though you expected to smell the scent of the potato sack he had around his shoulders, all you could smell was the scent of dew and water from nature.

he pulls away, and the air that runs between your faces makes you yearn for more. but you remember you were supposed to get married tomorrow.

“in fact, i’d like to keep this night a secret between us, your highness.”

he pulls you back up and lets go, the lack of touch making your heart drop into your stomach. you’ve danced with countless of princes, dukes and barons across the country, but never did you once miss someone’s touch.

you hated how intimate you felt with this stranger. physical boundaries weren’t really a thing anymore, since waltzing with so many other princes granted them the permission to touch you.

but you felt close to him.

what were the chances that you could fall in love with a stranger within just one night? everything about him made you want to know more about him.

how he did he know how to waltz like this? which kingdom he belonged to, or if he wasn’t, where was he from?

you let the thoughts run in your head as he lifts your hand, lightly planting a kiss on the back of your palm. he looks up to you through his hair, and you wish you could’ve said something, but nothing comes to mind.

“i’ll leave first, so you don’t need to worry that i’ll be following you,” he draws a circle on your skin, now standing up straight and looking at you like he loved you. “this has been a magical night, your highness. i was lucky to have met you tonight, and if the heavens would permit it, i hope this isn’t the first and last dance i’ll have with you.”

your heart shatters as he releases your hand from his. he turns on his heels and heads back to his horse, hopping onto her like it was nothing and gallops off without once looking back at you.

you sigh heavily, a heavy, but empty feeling filling your stomach.

not after i get married, i won’t.

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the servant carefully pulls your veil over your face as you hear the entire kingdom go off in music and festivity. your face was void of emotion as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

your hair took three people to tie and decorate, and your wedding dress had been specifically tailored to fit your every curve. everybody in the room was cooing at how beautiful you looked, but all you could think of was the stranger you feel in love with last night.

you soon found yourself behind the familiar large doors of the biggest ballroom in the castle, and beyond that door would be every royal member of your family and your extended family.

the prince you were marrying would be standing at the altar, waiting for you.

“i’m so proud of you for doing this,” the Duke, your father, says with a pinch of affection in his voice. he knew very well that it wasn’t in your power to say no, but it was the same for him, and it was the same for anybody else born into royalty.

“i thought you weren’t going to return last night, and i was ready to accept that you wouldn’t,” his words caused you to feel an ache in your heart, motivating you to turn to look at him. “so when you did, you had absolutely no clue how proud i was of you. you will be a great Duchess, my beautiful girl.”

his words get softer and softer as he leans forward and kisses you on the forehead through your veil. tears threaten to collect in your eyes at his short speech.

you weren’t entirely sure if you were on the verge of crying because he was so proud of you for choosing your kingdom over the stranger, or that you knew there was no chance of you seeing him again.

the wedding march comes on from inside the ballroom, and the doors swing open to reveal an almost all-white setting. every piece of cloth was white and every piece of furniture was gold. you look up straight ahead at the man standing at the altar, and his suit was white and gold in color as well.

he doesn’t turn around despite everybody standing up at the sound of the doors opening.

you empathise, knowing that he probably doesn’t want to be here either.

it felt like years while your father walks you down the isle, and he finally lets you go for you to walk up the altar on your own.

the wedding officiate gestures to both you and the prince.

you take deep breaths to calm your heart while you look up, but your heart stops instead.

he looked almost as surprised as you were, but you could see the moment he collects himself and his prince-smile replaces his look of shock.

your mind immediately flashes back to the previous night, and you remember that dance.

you remember the way you melted into his hold and touch, the way he tasted like apples, the way he wished that it wasn’t going to be your first and last dance.

he looks at you with loving eyes as he heaves a sigh of relief, realising that you never once said you weren’t a princess or the daughter of a Duke.

what were the chances?

“do you, prince park of the northern lands, take lady y/n of the eastern kingdom to be your--”

“i do.”

you stifle a soft giggle at him interrupting the wedding officiate, trying your best to hold back your tears of relief.

“uh... very well. do you, lady y/n of the eastern kingdom, take prince park to be your law--”

“i do.”

your prince grins widely. the wedding officiate looks a little confused, but he quickly nods and announces, “you may now kiss the bride.”

he was so careful with your veil, and every move of his was so soft, so gentle, and there were no words to describe how ecstatic you were. he leans forward and pauses just about an inch away from your lips.

“the heavens must’ve heard my prayers.”

you smile widely, finally allowing the tears in your eyes to rush down your face as he kisses you lovingly. his hands find your waist and your arms find his shoulders, completely giving into the kiss as the audience applauds.

you pull away and he looks at you with eyes you know you won’t ever be bored of. it should’ve been impossible, but falling in love with a stranger was the most wondrous thing that’s happened to you.

- end -

A/N: big fat sobs uwuwuwuwuw

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madokasoratsugu · 4 years

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cinderella au meta notes

or: the plotline that never happened because i was so caught up in the euphoria of writing Fritz/Lucette Cinderella AU, i forgot that i had to have a plot

also: a bunch of bonus facts i guess !

this basically spoils the whole fic (that you can read here) which contains Fritz and Rumpel route spoilers, so read with caution ! under the cut bc it got Long :”))

this meta was initially written on a tumblr post bc it was meant to be a short ~2k thing (HAHAHA). then it got so long my computer started crashing and i had to move to google docs.

i wrote this with disney live action remake osts AND six the musical in the background. it was a wildin’ experience listening to ‘dont lost ur head’ while writing Fritz be a chaotic mess in the beginning, then listening to ‘how does a moment last forever’ when writing the Fritz/Lucette garden scenes.

Karma and Fritz are childhood friends ! both boys who were more interested in being a knight than inheriting a kingdom, but learnt their responsibilities along the way.

on that note: none of the characters were exactly...planned to appear. the initial tweet thread idea only had Fritz, Lucette and Alcaster casted - the other characters just kinda wrote themselves in this meta.

im pretty sure it started with Karma barging his way into the fic in act one, then i had to have someone balance him (Waltz), then i needed someone to play the music for their waltz (obvs that had to be Rod), and then i got sad thinking Rumpel would be left out, but Lucette’s broken glass slipper scene conveniently needed someone. the Widdensovs just kinda came into the picture by virtue of Lucette just needing someone to interact with when she wasnt at the ball LMAO

everyone else just didnt make it in the natural progression of the fic, and i didnt want to shoehorn them in just for the sake of having them appear.

however: Parfait was initially going to make an appearance as a duchess who snuck Lucette out to her father when she came to the castle for help when her manor burnt down. here’s a lil snippet of her scene:

(no one had, the last time she came; the smell of smoke still clinging on her, her head slamming a cacophony - surviving only thanks to the bravery of a certain court lady now disappeared, who heralded her to a servant’s exit, gave her gold and directions to her father, told her, run, told her im sorry, and cried, tears dripping endlessly from her pale pink lashes.)

Parfait is well and alive in this AU btw ! she’s just ‘disappeared’ bc she’s living somewhere secret with her goth wife Delora.

(side note: i realise Rumpel seems a lot like Lucette’s fairy godmother in the act thirteen. not intended, but i liked the imagery enough to let it stand :”)) bippity boppoty chevalier ! )

Varg and Lilja are both Swedish words. ancient Angiellian is partially Swedish. there’s probably ikea in this AU. let that sink in.

the swan mask Lucette was wearing was meant to allude to Odette and Odile from Swan Lake (because Fritz and Varg, white and black, swans are pretty yadda yadda), and i was going to write some really neat symbolism about that but i forgot lol !

(also the idea just never worked for me bc Odette and Odile aren’t the same people like Fritz/Varg but i wanted to reference Barbie Swan Lake (2003) ok let me live)

pour one out for our man Fritz who got rejected on his birthday. f.

Emelaigne is the MVP. older sisters, no matter how truly Head Empty they are, always pull through when you need them.

“isn’t the moon beautiful tonight” is a direct reference to an anecdote (which may or may not be true) about Natsume Souseki, a famous japanese writer, who translated ‘i love you’ to that phrase in order to account for the indirect characteristics of japanese speech.

Rumpel is the royal doctor, and has been apprenticing in the castle since Fritz was a child, before taking over the position as an adult ! so yes, Rumpel definitely rubbed off on Fritz in terms of values and morals.

with regards to Fritz and Lucette’s curses: i never really gave it much thought, but the vague idea i had was Lucette being cursed by Hildyr for disobedience (manipulative parenting say eye), then Hildyr dies lol and Lucette breaks her curse eventually.

with Fritz, he was likely cursed out of political reasons/jealousy and Varg was the result. works bc either way the curse meant for Fritz to be 1) inconvenienced or 2) dead/taken out of consideration for succession so like...a pain in the ass replacement who behaves the exact opposite of a prince works too.

this was hinted at vaguely in the fic, but Fritz became very secluded and hid himself in the castle for the years it took him to come to terms with his curse and break it. even then, because there was no one around him to really affirm his identity or accept him, he remained very withdrawn and a shell of his former self.

i reckon it took him about 5-6 years to break the curse. so that’s a lot of time alone. Fritz was basically a NEET.

all jokes aside: Lucette and Fritz each broke their curses with their own willpower and effort, but remain the mostly the same because there was no one around them to truly understand or accept them for who they were, or who they became.

(until they met each other, of course)

also, idk if it was hinted well enough but Lucette and Fritz actually were in an engagement once, when they were children/early teens ! i intended to allude to this more with Hildyr giving Fritz Lucette’s portrait, which results in him recognising her, but it just never fit in anywhere. so yeah ! that’s another reason how/why Fritz knew who Lucette was at first glance.

i figured the previous engagement would also help ease the court into their eventual marriage despite the whole ~*disgraced noble*~ thing. idk. i know nothing about western history and how it worked except for ALEXANDER HAMILTON (america sings for yooouuu) and divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived.

however, Alcaster broke the engagement, as stated in act thirteen. the reason was basically: Angielle in this AU works not by a hereditary monarchy, but rather the previous monarch getting to choose whomever the fuck the want to succeed them. Hildyr and Alcaster were both in line for the throne, and Hildyr wanted to ensure that even if she couldn’t get the throne now, she still had a chance in the future if her daughter married Alcaster’s (who would then be king) son. Alcaster was like lol fuck off because he wanted power all to his family and took things into his own hands to ensure that would never happen (which involved: inciting public hatred against witches/Hildyr, breaking Lucette and Fritz’s engagement, and generally being a dick.

that’s about as plot heavy as it gets yall. the rest is just dumb idiots falling in love !

...............except for the political usurp that happens later, with Fritz’s faction forcefully taking the throne away from Alcaster’s tyrannical rule, which leads to a dramatic sway of public favour to Fritz and Lucette.

and then they live happily ever, ever after.

(carrie underwood. yes i am planning an Enchanted AU dont look at me.)

the end !

#cinderella phenomenon #cinderella phenomenon visual novel #lucette riella britton #fritzgerald aiden leverton #melon writes #uh yeah

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In celebration of Mutual Acquaintances.. Satine: 5, 6, 7, 8, 28, 31, 42, 47, 48; Obi-Wan: 7, 8, 12, 14, 27, 31, 33, 47, 48; Padmé: 4, 6, 7, 8, 12, 18, 19, 28, 33, 34, 39, 42; The Disaster Boi: 10, 12, 14, 18, 20, 22, 28, 29, 31, 33 and bc we all need more sexuality headcanons, 13 for ALL of them

Whooo-WEE here we go, thank you! Get ready for VERY VERY LONG Rambling!

SATINE

(5) Cleanliness habits: Oh, she’s a total neat freak. Everything in her office is minimalist style and organized to a T. If someone moved something even an inch, she’ll be hounding everyone about who was messing with her stuff. Constantly washing hands, very clean, doesn’t like dust on stuff at all (has a bit of a dust allergy, actually. Lily pollen getting everywhere is a Problem for her). She’s practical, however, and if she HAS to get down and dirty, she will-- of course not without a suitable amount of icky faces made plus a side of complaints xD

(6) Eating habits and sample daily menu: Ok so we’ve got canon showing her eating meat, but don’t tell me Super Pacifism Lady wouldn’t IRL be that one ubervegan friend of yours on Facebook who’s constantly posting weird things about it and you gotta be like “aight Katie chill”. ANYWAY, so I’d say Satine in canon eats healthy-ish? She’s not the biggest fan of breakfast foods and is always up in the morning doing stuff, so she sometimes forgets to have anything besides black coffee. She’s not a particularly picky eater so she’ll eat whatever the cook is serving that day, but she prefers simpler meals, and can cook for herself (which came in handy during the Year On The Run because neither Obi Wan nor Qui Gon can cook for shit (my canon is no one in that line besides Anakin can cook and I’ll die with it) and eventually Satine was like “guys, I’m sorry, but no, u can’t try and protect me and then poison me at dinnertime. I’ll cook”). She does like to pair her evening meals with whatever drink she’s having that night. I also h/c her as a functioning alcoholic, so she’s always got SOMETHING to drink, but she is trying to work on restraint and control because when she was younger it got... Not Good at one point. She also has a sweet tooth though, and she really likes chocolate!

(7) Fave way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time: Satine is a... twitchy.... individual with a stressful job, so she is kinda conditioned into stressing the heck out if she’s got too much free time. Therefore, a lot of her free time is spent trying to relax. Cleaning is theraputic for her, so she does clean (yes, there is a cleaning droid but it is nOT GOOD ENOUGH) when she can. She likes that Mando sword box game we saw Sabine and Fenn Rau playing in Rebels, it clears her head and lets her practice problem solving. She likes going for walks too. She’ll sneak down to the kitchens and just make a bunch of sandwiches. She does enjoy beautiful things, so I’d say shopping for dresses or browsing art galleries is good too. I also think she’d be the type to read and write poetry, then save bits she likes.

(8) Indulgences: Look, Satine likes Nice Things, ok? She does consider fancy wardrobe and buying nice paintings a bit of an indulgence, but she adores color so she excuses that as promoting happiness for the people. As so she does a fancy ship and other fancy trinkets around the house. She’s not a huge fan of most people touching her, but she allowed a massage once... she would be amendable to perhaps another in the future......... Scented candles are nice too, clears the head. She refuses to consider chocolate an indulgence because it is obviously the gods’ gift to humanity, excuse you. Are we calling lusting over her secret forbidden boyfriend an indulgence????

(28) Who is their best friend? Their worst enemy? The sad thing about Satine Kryze is that canon wise, she is extremely lonely. Literally everyone she trusts betrays her at some point-- which also makes worst enemy pretty hard too. In my verse, this has led to her kind of shutting away from friends because people always leave her-- though I’d say she’s always been close with Padmé; she sent aid to Naboo after the Federation Blockade and got to know and became extremely impressed with the young Queen, and they kept in touch afterwards. Whether they could be together or not, I’d always say Obi Wan was her best friend too because that’s ALWAYS necessary in a relationship, and they clearly stayed in contact and knew each other like the back of their hands. I’d honestly say her worst enemy is herself, cliché as it is, because girlie makes a LOT of mistakes-- and then never learns from them or even acknowledges they exist besides an “oh whoops, that happened, we fixed it, everyone as you were”. I get it wasn’t meant that way, but she legit committed ethnic cleansing against her political opponents. I hate to say it, but there are very valid reasons for a lot of people to Not Like Her (none of the guys who attack her on the show count because they’re literally all douchecanoes fuck them), and she kind of shoots herself in the foot trying to fix the problem but making it worse. I h/c her as having a lot of self-loathing problems because she is trying to fix things but nothing ever works and that must be her problem so she must try harder without ever confronting what exactly her problem is.

(31) Most prized possession: Woah, never really thought of that. As much as I want to say “pressed flower from Obi Wan”, that’s a little too sappy. I’m going to go with this. There is a famous Mandalore version of The Art of War, and Satine has an uber-extremely-rare first edition copy given to her from her father, who was a master strategist and had the wealth and power to collect nice things like that. Satine may be a pacifist, but she has her family’s warrior’s spirit, and she enjoys adapting the book’s battle strategies to her own political fights and how she shapes her own life. It’s an actual old paper book, so she keeps it in a locked box under her bed and only ever reads it by candlelight with special gloves on to protect the pages.

(42) Hobbies: Like I said before, cleaning, writing poetry, the occasional cooking. Oh! Whenever she has Korkie over, she lets them pick the activity they do. This may or may not lead to Duchess Satine Kryze of Mandalore getting very invested in Space Mario Kart. She’s good at it too! So yes, gamer girl, and she also likes looking at art and she’s also also pretty good at dancing and yoga, which she does a bit of both for exercise. She also enjoys watching shows at the theater, but she’s weird in the way where she refuses to watch TV or movies because they’re “not as good”.

(47) If they were to fall in love, who or what is their ideal: I’d say trust is the most important thing for her, given how many things go wrong in her life. Someone she can trust to be herself around instead of The Duchess and can both support her when she’s falling but also call her on her bullshit (or try to, anyway) when needed. Again, she likes nice things, so she tends to fall for super attractive people lol. Another thing is, she likes to feel safe. She goes for the protectors, those who fight for everyone and can come back and hold her tight in a hug if she feels like she’ll fall apart because she sometimes needs someone to protect her too. They also have to be as smart as she is (only smarter if they’re not a dick about it) so she can have intellectual conversations (indignant yelling matches), and she needs someone who can match the firecracker she can tend to be, someone who can jump right in after her. Not a weakling, basically xD

(48) How do they express love: She just says it (”I love you”), if they’ll let her. If they don’t let her or she can’t for some reason (*coughOBIcoughcough*), she becomes frustrated because she isn’t always the best, emotion-wise, and she worries she’ll make the wrong gesture or do something to mess up, so frustration can build towards the other person so she can also be very snappy at them. In general though, familial or romantic or platonic, it’s just lots of soft smiles that no one else sees, letting them see her in casual clothing, teasing them or telling jokes, trusting them enough to tell them about the confusion and stress inside her head.

OBI WAN

(7) Fave way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time: Obi Wan is of the opinion that time enjoyed is never wasted, so he only views wasted time as exactly that: time that could be spent doing something but is instead being wasted not doing anything or doing something he doesn’t like. His favorite things to do when he has time to himself are read (he’s not picky, he’ll read most things with an interesting plot, though he does enjoy a good mystery or historical nonfiction), watch trashy tv shows (he’s only watching them to judge how bad they are, it’s Anakin’s fault, really, he watched them first, and Obi Wan just needs to know what happens next--), sketch random objects (he’s a pretty good artist, and it’s relaxing), do research on stuff because he is a NERD, go bug Anakin and/or Ahsoka because he honestly delights just sitting in their company and hear them talk about their day, drink with friends, spar (with Anakin, preferably, he’s the most of a challenge because he knows him so well, and he’s the only one who doesn’t hold back at all), sit in the Temple gardens and check on Qui Gon’s favorite flowers he planted there and bask in the serenity of it all.

(8) Indulgences: Ooooohhhh this is hard because Obi Wan is so Obi Wan about that sort of stuff, it can be difficult to read what he would do xD I’ll say he indulges in food? That while Jedi probs have a pretty strict health food diet, on the weekends or once a weekday he indulges in getting nice stuff for breakfast, ice cream for dessert, fried food at Dex’s because why not, it tastes good and Anakin did a good job today or he did a good job today and that deserves something, so oh well, he’ll just work out harder tomorrow. He’s also has some very nice old teas he saved from Qui Gon The Absolute Tea Snob he’ll have when he feels he needs it, and he’s got a cabinet with like four bottles of different really good, expensive alcohols that he’ll drink when he REALLY feels he needs it. I’ll also say this, boi is vain about his hair. Will never admit it in a million years, but he is, so he’s probs got at least some sort of haircare products that aren’t exactly necessary, ya know xD. He also does like his creature comforts when available, so I’d say he’s got a couple super fluffy blankets and maybe the thread count in his sheets are a bit higher than average cuz hey, soft things are nice. He also indulges in being lovey and mushy to the people he cares about

(12) Favorite book genre: Hey, I kinda talked about that! So yeah, I’d say he’ll probs try anything, but he likes mysteries and thrillers since with a book the Force can’t give you any Bad Feelings about anyone, so the surprises are genuine surprises. He also likes historical nonfiction because he is a NERD, but he’ll absolutely pick up whatever’s at the top of the Galactic Times Bestseller’s List if it’s there and give it a chance

(14) Physical abnormalities (including injuries/disabilities, illnesses, allergies): His right hip acts up in the cold from an old slug wound there (Anakin does indeed tease him about being an old man), over half of his teeth are fake or replaced because come on, have y’all seen how often he’s been hit in the face? Scars literally everywhere because everyone and everything has tried to murder him at some point or another. I h/c him with ADD, depression, anxiety, and dyscalcula (he had to really work to be good with numbers) as well as PTSD because basically all of the Jedi do at some point (someone HELP THEM). He also has TMJ, which I also have and I project my issues. It gets worse when you’re stressed and grind teeth, so it’s valid. Idk whether it’s canon or fanon that he has some food allergies, but I am ALL FOR IT with him just... forgetting about them??? And then eating some food and be like “hwoops I’m dying lol” while Anakin is like seriously Master again? and legit ends up the Mom friend with a list of foods like “is there gonna be this food in it? Cuz he can’t eat it” and then he’ll eat it anyway cuz it looks good and Anakin is all “what do you have in your MOUTH” and he’ll be like “uh” and yeah, that sounds funny

(27) Biggest regret: WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS. ok so we all know how literally everything about Obi Wan’s life is a mcfreaking nightmare. We ALSO know he blames himself for literally everything. So yea, he’s got a looooot of regrets. I’d say his biggest though is not being a good enough Jedi (in his opinion) to save those he cared about (Qui, Satine, Anakin, Pads, the entire dang Jedi Order, etc.). Maybe just not a good enough person, in his eyes. If he hadn’t screwed up somehow, everyone would still be here and fine and omg someone help him

(31) Most prized possession: Luke Skywalker. Ok, not actually, but y’all can’t deny Luke was Obi Wan’s greatest treasure. I’d say actually tho it’s holos, of people he loves and cares about, in a kind of album he keeps to himself. He hates having his own picture taken, but he loves seeing the smiling, laughing faces of everyone he knows (and is reminded of them when they’re no longer here).

(33) Concept of home and family: He always feels like other people overcomplicate this. Home is where you feel safe to always return, where you belong, and family is those you love and wish to spend your life with. Now, the fact that he only really allows himself to acknowledge the Jedi as a whole as his family and doesn’t exactly allow himself to dwell on specifics like what Anakin means exactly to him, what Ahsoka means, what Qui Gon meant, because he does love everyone as a family, why does he have to define it? That’s a whole ‘nother basket of his issues lol

(47) If they were to fall in love, who or what is their ideal: Obi Wan Kenobi has always been attracted to chaos and danger like a moth to a flame, so anyone he loves is gonna be a whirlwind of an individual. He likes someone who can challenge him, who can test him. He likes someone who’s loud and bright, the stars at the center of solar systems that everyone else can’t resist orbiting around and Obi Wan is no different. He likes snappy humor and the amusement he can get from playfully bugging them into hissing at him. They have to match him as a team, they have to be able to work with him (and he knows he’s not always the easiest to work with) and have his back. He likes passion, he likes dramatics, he likes the kind of strange ones that other people find a bit hard to get along with, but he couldn’t love them any different from themselves.

(48) How do they express love:

PADMÉ

(4) What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy: Assuming the people in the kitchen were not making food, Padmé would fix them with a firm Senatorial Scolding Face and ask them politely if they could move it somewhere else. She can easily outargue any protests; the kitchen is for cooking and she needs to make dinner! If ppl were making food in the kitchen, Pads would roll up her sleeves and ask what she could do to help so it would be done faster and she could get started. She grew up with her mother insisting her and Sola help out with all the household chores, kitchen duty included, so she’s a fine cook. Anakin learned to cook from his mother too, so sometimes their husband/wife bonding time will include just making dinner together and enjoying each others’ company. In an OT4 situation with Obes and Satine, Obi Wan is the only one out of the four of them who Cannot Cook and is legit banished from the kitchen except for making drinks/certain desserts, so it ends up with Anakin, Padmé, and Satine all talking and laughing while preparing food while Obi Wan pouts sits in the doorway and talks from there

(6) Eating habits and sample daily menu: Ok, so you know how I said Satine can sometimes get distracted by work and skip breakfast? Well Padmé is like that but worse. She gets so busy with duties, she just forgets to eat for very long periods of time, and then she’ll be doing something and be like “woah, I’m hungry, I don’t think I’ve eaten today,” and Sabé/Anakin/Bail/whoever she’s with will just be like padmé nO. When she does eat, however, she is one of those crazy people who Does Not Like Sweets. Like, at all, they just don’t agree with her. Anakin is scandalized. Satine is scandalized. Everyone is. She just doesn’t like them. She’ll eat fruit, but that’s as sweet as it gets. So when she does remember to eat, or if she’s going out for a dinner, it’s usually something pretty healthy-- though Pads will confess to a weakness for nice cheeses. There’s also this one really greasy bad fried chip thing that she’s got a secret weakness for. Padmé’s also not a huge alcohol person; like, she’ll drink when others do, she’s not a lightweight or anything, but she won’t seek it out herself, just, something about the taste, and she doesn’t like not being in control of her head.

(7) Fave way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time: Honey, Padmé is from Naboo. The luxury planet. They know how to lazily waste time in style. She loves long baths and listening to classical music, walking in nature (she loves flowers), practicing new hair styles, facials and manicures. She also reads the gossip columns (no she doesn’t, you never heard that) because she needs the tea. She just do. She likes to read and study new languages (because she is Queen Overachiever) or just add to her bucket list of Ways To Improve The Galaxy. Padmé totally has a Space Pinterest. In reality, she trained herself from a young age how to relax so being a teenager in planetary politics didn’t literally kill her.

(12) Favorite book genre: ROMANCE! It’s canon that Pads is just such an ushy, gushy romantic of a person, so she likes stuff like Space Jane Austen and all the other romantic books. She refuses to associate with Anakin’s trashy dollar romances, she thinks they’re bad writing. He does not agree. He also called one of her faves boring once. They do not discuss books. But also Padmé likes political history and civilization books cuz politician, and she’s pretty into the mysteries like Obi Wan is. She likes religious texts too, learning about different ones, she finds it interesting. Reading can be hard for her because I h/c her as dyslexic, but she loves it too much.

(18) Favorite beverage: Spiced cider. She could get it homemade back on Naboo; cool and refreshing when iced but warm and tangy and perfect when heated.

(19) What do they think about before falling asleep at night: If Anakin’s not with her, she always thinks about him not being there. She can’t help it. If he is with her, she thinks about how much she loves him. She also tends to do a mental to do list every night of what she needed to do before bed and if she’s gonna allow herself to sleep now or not. She also has another mental to do list so she knows what she’s gonna do when she wakes up in the morning. With the damned war dragging on, more and more nights are spent going to bed troubled and worried for the future. She also daydreams, though, of what she can do after. Her happily ever after.

(28) Who is their best friend? Their worst enemy?: This is hard because Pads is so friendly with everyone!!! Queen’s Shadow really made me fall in love with Padmé and Sabé, but I’ll always be a sucker for the canon and fanon where Padmé’s best friend is Bail Organa. I’m sorry, but Bail is just a cinnamon roll of a human being, and he’s such a calm, levelheaded friend for Pads where she can be a bit overeager and chomping at the bit sometimes, but he’s also ALWAYS got her back and she can talk to him about stuff and ahhhhh and he literally raises her daughter as his own and gahhhhhh. Is it messed up if I almost want to say Padmé’s worst enemy is Anakin? I mean to be more general: her worst enemy is the Sith, as they destroyed the Republic and her entire life’s work and corrupted her husband and depending on if you believe the “draining life forces” theory (which I do) they killed her. But Anakin was the one who got past her defences, took her by surprise, and unknowingly ended up playing the most active role in her destruction, which is immensely tragic for both of them because all he ever wanted to do was love her (*crying*).

(33) Concept of home and family: For Padmé, home isn’t so much a place, but an idea of where you can feel closest and most at one with those you’ve decided to share your life with. Yeah, she’ll always love Naboo, but you saw how choked up she got in that TCW episode where Anakin called her Coruscant apartment “home”; for her, home is a state of mind. Family is a bit different; she’ll always have a bit of an idealization towards her own parents’ marriage and how she’s seen Sola’s, and how families developed from that. Canon shows she’s envious because she can’t have that, the 2.5 kids and a dog with a white picket fence outside and a large backyard mentality. She has issues over being separated from family; she had to drop the Naberrie name to go into politics, so I’m guessing there’s some distance felt there, and she can’t even publicly acknowledge her own husband as her husband, so she’ll cling to the idea of a “perfect” family as a someday, as a maybe, and working towards that someday and the long goal she can forget just how complicated and messy her real family-- her parents and sister, her husband, her husband’s new adoptive sister, her husband’s boyfriend, his weird side of the family --is. It’s even more pronounced when everything is falling apart in Revenge of the Sith and it’s obviously falling apart and Anakin is obviously Not Fine, she tries to retreat and take her comfort in “oh but when the baby comes and we can be a Family, things will all work out perfect! It’ll be okay!!!”

(34) Thoughts on privacy (are they a private person, or are they prone to TMI): Padmé is an extremely private person. She’s been in the public spotlight since she was thirteen years old. Everyone’s always staring at her, what she’s wearing, what her opinions are, how she acts, who she’s with. Padmé has nearly nothing she doesn’t have to share with the public eye, so what she does have to herself she tends to hoard and not show anyone except for those she implicitly trusts. Now, whether she’s any good at keeping secrets is a whole other story, but she certainly tries!!! xD

(39) What recharges them when they’re feeling drained: Anakin can make things better or worse for her depending on the mood he’s in and the mood she’s in, but he usually makes her feel better just by showing up and being a dork. She likes her greasy chip snacks and a good book, but she’s a sucker for a good spa day complete with fluffy, comfortable clothing. Also, Padmé loves cat naps, and is the queen of setting an alarm and taking short power naps that actually have her waking up refreshed.

(42) Hobbies: Is creating new outfit designs via Space Pinterest a hobby? Because Padmé does that. Padmé is also the type of person to have a Space Candy Crush problem, and I completely believe that Satine got her into Space Mario Kart (Satine’s actually pretty good at it and Pads isn’t good at it at all, so it’s in no way fair, but they have fun xD). Padmé loves creating flower arrangements too, just creating beautiful things makes her happy. She loves calling one of her handmaidens over and having martial arts practices because she needs to stay ready to defend herself, but also it’s just fun and she’s a good fighter. Padmé’s also into scrapbooking, she makes a bunch of adorable books she puts together, and she gave one to Anakin on their first anniversary and he cried (she hides them, don’t worry).

AHHHNAKIN...

(10) Neuroses: Hooo boy, there’s a lot! Okay, so Anakin is a very handsy person. When he’s nervous or uncomfortable or stressed, he’ll always need something to do with his hands, whether that be fiddling with his clothes, tugging at his hair, messing with the digits on his mechanohand, poking at the wall patterns or other objects. In general, he hates sitting still and has a tendency to fidget if he has to for too long. He will also either stare you directly in the eye or dislike making eye contact at all, depending on his mood. Fiddling with machine parts gives him something to focus his mind and his hands on, so that’s a real big help for him if they’re available, often times he just keeps scraps in his pockets for specifically this purpose. He’s sort of aware he does this, but he doesn’t like to think about it much because that would mean thinking why, and if you try and point any of them out to him he’ll get embarrassed and probs just snap at you.

(12) Favorite book genre: Anakin really isn’t much of a book person. It has to do with his focus issues (I h/c him as ADHD), they just aren’t really able to draw him in enough to keep his attention. It frustrates him because that’s another reason why ppl imply he isn’t smart, which is dumb, he can read just fine, he just doesn’t like to. He does like the trashy penny romances I mentioned before. What can he say? He’s a sucker for the drama and swooning and Epic Proclamations of Love. He’ll read books about the latest ships and speeder models too, because he’s interested in that. He’ll also read tactical strategy books too, because of the war and all. It’s just not his go-to form of entertainment.

(14) Physical abnormalities (including injuries/disabilities, illnesses, allergies): Metal hand. Eye scar. At one point is one big giant asthmatic burn scar who’s like 80% robot. But we’ll focus on Anakin as of now. When he was a child, some brute in the market cracked him hard across the back with something heavy. It damaged his spine, and Shmi was terrified for a while he’d never walk. Thankfully, he recovered, but now his spine is funny as in it is super flexible. Like backbends where it looks like he’s snapped in half, that flexible. It gives him fantastic advantages in acrobatics and combat, but it also means he can do that creepy walk the girl from The Ring can do. He has managed to successfully scare the living piss out of Obi Wan, Padmé, Ahsoka, Rex, and multiple others on different occasions by emerging from the shadows in the middle of the night doing the Ring walk. No one was pleased. Yoda thinks it’s hilarious though. Anakin gets hit in the face just as much Obi Wan does, so he also only has like less than half of his real teeth still in his mouth. Is also covered in various scars from people trying to kill him dead. In total, I project many mental illnesses onto him, so I say he has anxiety, ADHD, BPD, and PTSD. His super strongness in the Force means he is a complete lightweight, so alcohol is an uh oh for him; the only positive is that he never gets hangovers. It also means that Force sensitive objects may suddenly go flying at his head when he’s just trying to casually stroll through a creepy old temple. I also h/c that Anakin is allergic to tookas/lothcats. No other animals, just them. And it’s hilarious when on one occasion some kittens made their way into a briefing room and he just bursts into a sneezing fit, which, why are you all laughing at me? and then Rex points out the little kitten just perched on the top of his head. Poor baby actually does chafe pretty badly from sand too, so his hatred isn’t completely unwarranted.

(18) Favorite beverage: Coffee with a gazillion lumps of sugar in it, protein powder because he’s all about the grind, a hint of space chili pepper, and like a dozen other ingredients that should Not Go In Coffee (one of the ingredients Is Bugs). Obi Wan claims he tasted the concoction once and had hallucinations. Ahsoka says she saw a drop melt the edge of the tabletop. Padmé won’t go anywhere near it. Anakin says they’re all cowards; it’s the only thing that can get him up and focused in the morning.

(20) Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?: I h/c that amongst the slaves, Shmi was the local medicine woman. Therefore, Anakin as a child was constantly getting first exposure to all the local sicknesses and building up immunity, so besides one bout of food poisoning, he never got sick as a kid. Once he got to the Temple... well, he was past the age where all the other kids had gotten vaccinations, Obi Wan, bless him, hates dealing with medical and was distracted by everything else and kind of forgot to make sure Anakin was up to date with everything, so he caught EVERYTHING. EVERY LITTLE THING WOULD MAKE HIM SICK. HE HATED IT. OBI WAN HATED IT BECAUSE THE ONLY SICK PATIENT WORSE THAN ANAKIN IS HIMSELF. IT NEVER ENDS. ANAKIN IS TWENTY TWO YEARS OLD AND STILL CATCHING SHIT LIKE THE SPACE CHICKEN POX. THIS ISN’T FAIR.

(22) Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?: Lots of writings of stuff like “Padmé Skywalker” or “Anakin Kenobi” cuz Ani is at heart a 12 year old girl. Ok ok ok, but actually, there would be lots of different stuff on the page. Mathematical calculations for ships and designs because he is a canon engineering nerd and I h/c he’s a whiz at math. Also little doodles. Anakin’s not a bad artist himself; his style is much more cartoonish than Obi Wan’s, but it means he can do cool little actions scenes of different ships or pods, him being a badass, Yoda getting attacked by space seagulls, etc. Maybe designs for another japoor carving (I h/c he keeps the hobby). Or, the page might be folded up as Anakin turned it into either a boat or a hat or an airplane that actually flies, or just a ball of paper he set on fire because he was bored.

(28) Who is their best friend? Their worst enemy?: OBI WAN KENOBI FOR BOTH OF THEM DAMMIT ANAKIN WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS. Alright, alright, in reality, his worst enemy is probably more of a combination of himself and his own fears, Sidious for being an evil, manipulative asshole, and society for creating his fears and traumatizing him (though mostly it’s himself because he absolutely had the choice to do the right thing, but he didn’t). Obi Wan is absolutely his best friend though. No competition.

(29) Reaction to extrapersonal disaster (eg Oh no, the house is on fire! What do we do?): For Anakin “I burned down the Republic because you left for an afternoon and I panicked” Skywalker? “Ok, no problem, I got this. I’ve got this. No, wait, I don’t got this. I defiNITELY DO NOT GOT THIS, I MADE IT WORSE, HOLY SHIT, NO ONE PANIC, I NEED AN ADULT-- (Ahsoka: You are an adult) --I NEED AN ADULTIER ADULT.”

(31) Most prized possession: His loved ones ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ And we’ve got at least six movies and a tv show telling us exactly how that did Not Go Well For Anyone

(33) Concept of home and family: Hmmm. I’d say where he feels safe and comfortable. Again, it’s stated in the show he feels at home at Padmé’s, but honestly? He refuses to acknowledge Tatooine cuz ya know, the slavery, so he never really had a strong childhood home, and while I want to say he considered the Temple home at one point, , I’m not sure he does because I feel he’s always on red alert for things to get worse so he never really lets himself get comfortable anywhere-- not even Padmé’s. Family is a bit easier for him; a group of people who love each other-- and for Anakin, it doesn’t have to be blood relations but if you ARE related by blood, you’re a family member by default and he will be Very Offended by blood relations who cut away from their families because he feels if you’re connected like that, you should love each other.

#that took a WHILE but i had fun!#hope y’all agree or at least thought ‘hey that makes sense’#feel free to tell me your own!#one (1) hot mess #our only ho #queen of my heart #peace out #team hot mess #star-crossed lovers #when we were young #political wives #the big 4

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𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊 * / 𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊

001. describe your characters’ relationship with their mother or father, or both. minimum word count: 150.

tba.

002. what are your characters’ most prominent physical features? what is a feature that they are most insecure about? what are they proudest of?

it’s been long since isolde has regarded her body as something to revel ( or agonize over ). she likes the ambiguity of her features, how it tricks the general molding of the english, and ventures into marginal territories, burgundian, southern, traitorous. not insecure per se, since she inhabits all aspects of womanhood with ease, all but one: childbearing. she struggles against fertility, rather than towards it: the idea of giving birth has discomfited and unnerved her ever since she was young. it only increases tenfold with age, and so the duchess longs for the time when such worries will be rendered moot by nature’s course.

003. how vain is your character? do they find themselves attractive? what is their worst flaw, and are they aware of it?

she might have grown to be vain if she did not have isabel as a childhood companion. the other woman’s beauty was so stark, so undeniable, and it embodied so many characteristics of desire as well as distant grace, that isolde found herself to be a lukewarm contrast. it was not a comparison that bothered her in the least: isabel’s beauty was a thing to be mirrored at times, but not held over your entire life. it was, like all heavenly boon, a burden. to carry that beauty would’ve required a strength and a determination she did not possess.

004. what is your character’s ranking on the kinsey scale?

a three before her marriage with charles, as emotional bonds were always more readily established with women. she was very fond of all her fellow ladies in waiting when she belonged to the retinue of the old queen, and now she is even more invested in the lives of the younger women she must govern. after her union, it veers towards a two; the idea of becoming involved with someone who would serve no purpose to either isabel or to their duchy seems rather absurd.

005. describe your character’s happiest memory. minimum word count: 150.

tbd. ( i sense a pattern )

006. is there one event in your characters’ life that they would like to erase from their past? why? minimum word count: 200.

tbd.

007. let’s talk favourites! what is their favourite colour, food, and season? what, in a modern setting, would be your character’s favourite song?

she is very fond of cream-white, the nuance you would see, for example, on lacework embroidery and church veils, as opposed to the glacial white of gauze and diamond.

as anyone who spent their childhood winters at court, she is fond of all tastes that forged an unwitting association with the feast days: sweetmeats, sugared almonds, poached fruit.

anything by soccer mommy but with a tad less nostalgia.

008. can you define a turning point in your character’s life?

the first time she understood that it wasn’t only the king’s heart isabel wanted, but also the certainty such a love could secure. the risks she evaluated (and of which she’d been warned by members of their circle) and still deciding to help nonetheless. the acknowledgement that nothing can compare with proximity to a world on the bring of change, except perhaps the sworn devotion to what has still stayed the same.

009. is your character an early morning bird or a night owl? at what time do they get most of their work done?

devotedly a morning bird. even when she had to stay awake through the late, informal parties tat took place in the private quarters of richmond palace, observing and tailing the ends of conversations like licks of flame, she was still adamant on getting up as early as possible.

010 a. what other character, a npc or someone apart of the rp, is your character completely real with? who knows them best, has seen them at their most vulnerable, knows their innermost and basest fears? (b. if your character does not have this person, why? do they long for one?)

charles in recent years, but overall isabel. while her own brother kept to the sidelines and permitted isolde to associate with whoever she pleased, it was out of a lack of true understanding rather than a surplus of it. the older seymour never really did comprehend her; not that it would’ve been possible, when isabel had already taken that role for herself.

011. is your character a neat or messy person?

organized from the standpoint of mental information and daily responsibilities, and certainly preaching tidiness to the ladies she has under her wing, but sometimes erratic with trivial belongings (sheaves of materials, ribbons, letter kits).

012. does your character have any irrational fears or phobias?

nothing other than the common ladylike train of vermin, seasonal diseases creeping into the palace, statute ruin. unless you count childbirth as an irrational fear, in which case, yes.

013. does your character have an underlying passion or trait that influences all aspects of their life?

her need to preserve the status and privileges of those around her. they are inextricably linked with her own: there is no place where charles ends and she begins, no choices isabel makes that does not tug at her own strings. it is not sacrifice, it is not martyrdom. it the mutual egotism that sustains their love, separate and colluded, carnal and platonic.

014. what might your character’s ideal romantic person be?

certainly not charles lmao but she has stopped thinking about that ideal for so long that she no longer has any reliable memories. it might have been anyone: the isolde that concocted it, that breathed lifelikeness into its specter with her own desire, no longer exists. not because of some loss, of an identity shaken by something so great that it has no choice but to shift, but due to the normal workings of the world. the choices she made for herself (was allowed to make for herself) as a woman changed the wishes she’s safeguarded as a girl.

015. describe your character’s hands. are they small, long, calloused, smooth, stubby, dexterous or clumsy? do they wear any jewelry and would they wear polish in a modern setting?

in a modern setting they would wear clear nail polish with a top coat. the sort that almost escapes their glance and certainly the sort that’s easily maintained. as it is, her nails are cut short and kept clean, and her hands are small, powdered, entirely within the confines of the ordinary. they work mediocre well with tasks such as embroidery and are far more suited for cerebral purposes like signatures and different calligraphy styles.

016. how does your character smell? what is their favourite scent?

she is fond of heady, earthly smells, like wood and incense; fragrances that are strong but flowing, associated with the things around them rather than drawing attention for themselves.

017. how would your muse describe their religious beliefs?

pragmatic with a twist (some would call that consciousness, others weakness. she loves people from both those sides.)

018. what rules does your muse live by, if any?

see 013. and like half my bio lol (unbelievable i cbf to reiterate even for my own sake)

019. does your muse overshare, or are they more private?

she can easily give the impression of oversharing when she congresses with the ladies of the queen’s household. however, it rarely happens on its own, or with people from which she expects no reciprocating information. she made that mistake several times in the past with her own brother, and as endearing as the duke of somerset was, he was not one of them.

020. is your muse a gossiper? are they more likely to argue with their fists or tongue? what does their voice sound like?

gossiper druid class, rolls 20 on tongue attack.

021. is your muse a … pessimist or optimist … lover or fighter … believer in happy endings … believer in love at first sight?

she believes in people designing the type of love that’s easiest for them to bear. those who need the comfort of destiny, divinity, external pillars to lay their heads against, rely on love at first sight. some rely on the sanctity of marriage - undeceivable, unyielding. other find comfort in opposite corners: in the absence of love, the impermanence of happiness, the war waged against all things everlasting. she no longer concerns herself with which is true. perhaps she never had: charles and isabel have long settled such dilemmas for her.

022. what sense of humour does your character have?

optimal according to situation. she is not a great wit (think og anne boleyn) but nor is she ignorant to the subtrends and styles in courtly conversation. she is usually most comfortable when throwing back-and-forth remarks with charles or witnessing his sparring matches with isabel, and more often than not she finds things to contribute herself. but she would never try to replicate that sense of humor and intellectual acumen with most members of court.

023. what bad habits does your character have?

complacency, egotism, lack of desire to change perspective, often false certainty, duplicity, drawing out private information, outright lying, us against them mentality.

024. how does your character feel about growing old?

see 002. though she is plagued by conventional concerns such as her husband’s interest in her over the years (at no point in her life did isolde think her unorthodoxy exempts her from the woes of regular women) she finds the scales to be rather in her favor. the idea that she will not risk pregnancy, or an untimely death, is far more appealing than the risk of charles taking up five times more mistresses than decency allows. if she finds she has lost more than she has gained with old age, she will cross that bridge when it shows. she just usually doubts it will.

025. does your character prefer adventure to safety and security?

she married a man that wants to restructure at least 4 governing systems in europe and is mortally devoted to a woman that’s literally just been poisoned..... choose for yourself

#Ⅰ.「 ɢᴀʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ 」 ⇢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ .#crhs.challenge

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