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okay fiona is being moved to @woewept where she will be a very heavily featured character. unfortunately i just do not have the time to be running three different blogs, and can’t give her the attention that i wanted to over here. :/ there’s obviously no obligation to follow, but those i have active threads with, if you’re happy for me to do so, i will be moving over them there!

#she is gonna be a main muse on there though. #so there will definitely be more fiona rants incoming 🤭

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every titanic deleted scene ⟶ rose trapped 

She enters the room. Stands in the middle, staring at her reflection in the large vanity mirror. Just stands there, then– With a primal, anguished cry she claws at her throat, ripping off her pearl necklace, which explodes across the room. In a frenzy she tears at herself, her clothes, her hair… then attacks the room. She flings everything off the dresser and it flies clattering against the wall. She hurls a handmirror against the vanity, cracking it. 

#iii. rage against the trials of love. curse the fading of the light : visage. #oh..... #oh this is SUCH fiona core. #i really need to get my shit together on this blog. #i miss my best girl ugjsdkfs

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the idea of fiona being cursed randomly (us as the audience never discovering a reason this unknown witch put a spell on her), has always been so interesting to me. multiple times i've considered diving into writing a backstory, why she was cursed, why this witch decided fiona was destined for true loves kiss. i actually do have a whole load of headcanons and metas stored in the back of my brain, which in actuality would flesh it out and grant a reason why. but i have never put them to paper, nor will i ever, because i kinda love that we don’t know? (yeah it was probably just the writers once again belittling fiona over her male counterparts and deciding their stories were more important… but i ain’t gonna rant about that right now.) it aligns with good vs evil, the stereotypes that these films portray. fiona’s been raised on very straight forward beliefs that put her in that tower in the first place.

we never know what the witch’s motive was: was she plain evil, or was something else planned down the line? either way, far far away proved itself tenfold as a stick to the book kind of kingdom, keeping in line with all stereotypes and never drifting too far from fated paths. in fiona being cursed, harold immediately grew concerned regarding the stray of expectancy, and did everything in his power to get his daughter, his kingdom, and his own happily ever after back on track. rather than seeing how things might play out, he went to a well-known solution and beloved story: a fair maiden locked away in a tower. not actually knowing why the witch cursed fiona, ultimately reinforces the notion that far far away is a very closed minded kingdom (at least where the king is concerned, despite his own backstory). however all this unwillingly places fiona into the role of a princess like no other, the first strike of independence. she steps out of her destined pages, and rewrites her own story. and along that road, changes the entire mindset of those in higher positions in far far away. she gives lesser respected creatures a voice, advocates that being different is okay, and not only beautiful people deserve a happy ending.

i have also loved the idea that it could have been fairy godmother that cursed fiona as a little girl, under disguise as a haggard witch, in order to assure her sons place in far far away when both children grew up. then, she presented herself under a guise of goodwill, promoting this plan of locking fiona away in a tower for her own safety and security, setting the wheels in motion from the beginning. lillian and harold were so desperate for help, and she took that vulnerability for granted. which all this was not difficult given harold’s debt to her; she knew he would listen lest he risk himself and his position. (i genuinely don’t think lillian had much say in all this, but that is a rant for another time!) she waited until fiona was old enough, rather than cursing her as a baby. ‘when i was a little girl a witch cast a spell on me.’ old enough to know how to act and behave as a member of royalty, but still young enough to be moulded and naïve regarding some aspects of the world. that when she returned with charming, she would lack experience and knowledge of how to truly be a princess, given her isolation and separation from her people. thus, charming and godmother could shape her as they pleased, and gain proper reigns of far far away over carefully planned precision.

either way, cursed by fairy godmother or a random witch, fiona is never going to find out, and eventually she becomes okay with that. for a long time all she wanted to know was why. why her. why was she so different to every other princess out there. never knowing why she was cursed really does just strengthen her mindset because while she struggled with it for such a long time, it shaped her into who she is. there’s no grand backstory, she has nothing to truly blame, no one to seek revenge upon; she just needs to deal with it. furthermore, because it was random and seemingly an act of unjustified cruelty, it allowed fiona to break herself free from feeling like a victim, and get out of the tower when she did. it wasn’t destiny that cursed her, it wasn’t set in stone, her life wasn’t meant to exist in a lonely tower. if her parents had said from the beginning that it was supposed to be her story, those three stages (cursed, tower, rescue) then she would have been crafted to live like that. it would have been expected. alas, it wasn’t any kind of fate, so she really just gave a big middle finger to feeling like a victim, and took her story into her own hands!!

#ii. every princess is a beauty / every dragon must be cruel : study. #long post / #also this might seem like a harold hate blog. #(kinda is) #i DO think he loved his family a hell of a lot. #and genuinely thought he was doing what was best for fiona at the time. #but his mindset would have been VERY different if he wasn’t so scared of risking his own position and happy ending. #he’s just a weakling lbr. #also all this really is taking from my own interpretation rather than anything canon with shrek. #i probably shouldn’t need to reinforce that but like. #shrek is NOT canon here. <3 #unless specifically stated. #fiona runs her own world thank u very much!! #but yeah just the curse is so interesting to me!!! #the fact that there is legit no backstory when there could be an amazing one! #fiona being cursed really was the best thing that ever happened to her mkay. #after like... #twenty five years or so she comes to realise that rifp. #the irony in the fact that fiona’s curse was not destiny. it was random. and as such allowed her to break free from the shackles #of those emotional and physical restraints and become who she is. #but if it WAS destiny then she would have remained the dutiful princess because it was apparently who she was supposed to become. #she wouldn’t have questioned it. #i am overthinking this i know but. #i just LOVE that we don’t have a backstory. #i think it makes it way more intriguing.

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“i am afraid of my body & the ways / that it fails me”

— Safia Elhillo, from “application for the position of abdelhalim hafez’s girl,” The January Children

#v. wasting in my lonely tower. waiting by an open door : study. #oh!!!!! #fiona core!!!!

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SHAKESPEARE AESTHETICS.

MACBETH: the howl of wolves, moonless nights, dirt under fingernails, stained silk, chattering teeth, voices hoarse and cracked, rotting fruit, echoing drums, dry heaving, hanging cobwebs, stifling humidity, bloodshot eyes, the roughness of rusted steel, wild rosebushes, muscle cramps, the sound of splintering wood.

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM: crackling fires, ivy crawling on stone, the faint music of running water, petrichor, dirty and bare feet, tattered clothing, thistledown, wilted flower crowns, late evening birdsong, curling leaves, a symphony of croaking frogs, drifting feathers, the eerie sound of wind chimes at night, humming bees, beds of clover.

ROMEO AND JULIET: warm golden lamplight, worn shoes, crumbling brick walls, whispered poetry, embroidered satin, cool hazy mornings, tousled hair, rosewater, flushed cheeks, distant orchestras, unfinished marble statues, cobblestone streets, loose threads, ink smudged on parchment, tapping fingers, dust illuminated by sunlight, poison vials.

HAMLET: shattered glass, a cluster of fraying ribbons, unanswered knocks on doors, lingering dampness, white noise, inexplicable drafts, migraines, bleeding ears, the taste of metal, reflected mirrors, dry cracked lips, the sound of tearing paper, fogged windows, memories of dreams, tarnished silver, protruding veins.

TAGGED BY: @sunlightswallowed , thank you! TAGGING: @lovecurst , @wintehr , @riidcr , @waitlifted , @2usan , and you !

#iv. twenty years i sat and waited. i’m very dedicated : dash games.

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curious brow raises an inch more, silent humour embarks while cass stiffly presents foretold respect and attempted grace. interesting. fiona's intrigue stills, disenchanted thoughts hammer nails inside self-made coffin— can you truly hold expectation to love a stranger, if you cannot even love yourself? clearly like none other. although tone presses muffled, strained against covered armour, there's presented normality stricken airborne. spine relaxes under newfound sensations, simmering sigh breaking free, melodious by nature, eased. a courageous soul this cass was, if only they were granted the damsel assumed story promised. ❝ i shall follow your lead, my valiant— ❞ putting it on a bit thick, perchance? rescuer did proclaim formalities weren't of upmost necessity. fiona could certainly progress towards issued mindset. it deemed false, deep in the crux of her core, like speech was a puppet possessed on forced strings, separate from her body, her truth. words not her own, so as requested, she happily dials it down. ❝ right behind you. ❞ somewhat genuine grin stretches, hardly reaching eyes, maybe edging close.

footprints further trek of new life, sands of time twisting and turning, fates writhing in their very stance and perception of cursed child's predictions. ❝ where are you from, cass? ❞ directs some semblance of casual manner, hands folded at her back, an almost skip in step venturing beside. sooner than later, fiery pits of smoke and ash appears ahead, heat felt amidst goosebumped skin, sweat threatening to slide downwards nape. voice carries a trace of intended fascination; wonders how long travel pursued just to seek the locked up princess. as orange and reds collide upwards upon horizon, fiona peers cass ever softly. ❝ you know, you are permitted to remove your helmet. you must be uncomfortable within that metal. and... i would stand rather inclined to see the face of one born with such bravery. whom i owe my sincerest gratitude. ❞ time to take a look, wasn't it? appearance wouldn't change anything (despite what you've been told your whole existence) but in light of it all, she’s laced with grand curiousity. it doesn’t cease true impressive nature held towards the knight; the only one to accomplish the tower-bound mission.

Cassandra wasn't sure what she found more annoying: the brief bout of sass, or the forced formalities that followed. Ugh. Compensating, much? "Look, princess, I appreciate it, but let's just... focus on getting out of here, alright? Save the formalities for later." If they had any at all; it seemed she may have once again arrived too late for any sort of fairy tale ending. Just her luck, right? At least she didn't show up to find somebody else rescuing her.

And then. It might've just been the heat of the castle and her armor, but Cassandra felt her face flush slightly at Fiona's tone. Her champion? Well. Maybe she hadn't messed it up too badly yet. "Uh, Cass. It's Cass, your highness." A short, very stiff bow. "My steed is just past the bridge." Very weird thing to call Fidella, but she wasn't going to fight Fiona on it. Like she said, she'd been waiting seventeen years for this moment; let her have it. "Shall we?"

#waitlifted #i. now i know that’s not my story : closed verse.

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it’s true. fiona wears her hair in a tight braid at her back just so she can flip around really fast, and whip people with it.

#[ ooc ] #i watched the first shrek for the first time in agesss the other night. #and the way she literally spins on her heel. #and knocks out one of the merry men with her PONYTAIL. #what an icon. #she got some tough hair there.

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𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙵𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙽 𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙴𝚁 & 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁,

from verse three to six, ages twenty five to twenty nine / a faceless character amongst countless kingdoms, desperately searching for the right magic to cure her curse and allow her to return home. alas, these years present themselves with marvellous turns of events, and she discovers the world is in fact, a much larger place than she ever realised. personal desperations quickly become so small, so unimportant, compared to the true beauty of surrounding freedom. perhaps the princess would venture from her story even a little further ( ... )

#iii. rage against the trials of love. curse the fading of the light : visage. #FINALLY #oh man i have been looking for someone for ages to properly give me that era fiona vibes #and she!!!! #obsessed #her screencaps are actually so perfect and fit so well. #i am satisfied at last

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such a meeting was like a sirens call— barely intended, no twist of important fate leading her soul. albeit rather enticing, couldn't look away despite desire persisting. the spine shivered as if insects slid down it, anxieties bred, responsibility pursued in unexpected means. maiden hadn't seen the occurrence, perhaps would question when lashes fluttered and conversation embarked. perhaps she wouldn't. borne mid-winter, alas existed inside suffocating heat this world tossed and turned aside: some deep buried place in her breast sought departure— owing nothing to anyone. yet, personal supplies possessed little hesitation to use upon finding the fallen boy (appeared hardly older than presented youth, apparently touched by cruelties of malevolent makings).

she'd heard commotion, dragon's ears pricked first; fiona allowed the great creature to formulate path. night fell not long prior, no time concerning oneself with vanity or seeded depressions; stench of iron fulfilled senses, weeping ruby blared so fiercely under star-dotted atmosphere. as forget-me-nots found the deserted individual, any dither in stance withered; sliding smoothly off dragon like water off a duck, somehow remaining graceful in chaotic environment. experienced in medical necessities, and while hands appear large and emerald, lacking dainty digits to properly smooth about the injury, nightly strength persisted. arrow only relied on a precise tug before breaking from fragile congealed trap. blaring fire of dragon's exhale gave light as procedure continued, fiona's breath stilled as he unconsciously rant rampant, shifting to avoid further hurt. 'twas a witching hour without conclusion expected; crimson drowned her flesh, stomach dropping every time his chest laboured a mere second delay. his lungs rattle through febrile intentions, ossein cages tenderly opening as hours pass. healing commenced carefully over a span of around four. stability finally became reliable; she had dragon keep watch as fiona removed herself from red soaked garments, hands cleaned, removing traces of endurance best able.

and you wait. you're good at that. you tightly knit your braid so it rests at your back. your hair is sticky from where you must've swiped at it when working. the red almost camouflages. warming sun presents itself in a comfortable posture. you wait. eyes force bewitchment towards wound, assuring minimal leakage or prominent change.

❝ no. stop— ❞ voice harsh as patient jolts, uncertainty etched prominently. hand doesn't shift from his shoulder, stubborn and certain. where does the point lie if his (frankly justified) anxiety flared unforgivably, and delicacies are wasted? ❝ if you move too much, you're going to break your stitches, and you can't afford any more blood loss. ❞ princess is firmly direct, pin-points glaring into his own, hard instruction laying siege. inhales twice, then slowly removes her touch par his evident wishes, leaning back on legs folded beneath her. ❝ no, we haven't. we— i found you last night. ❞ friend since taken skyward, stretching wings and seeking she and riders next venture. figured it better to be gone when the stranger churned awake. the last thing he needed was a dragon for company. offers what she can of a slightly slanted smile, soft in appearance though almost written in trepidation. fiona shifts to her left, retrieving a flask, fresh water filled, handing his way. ❝ here. i know you're still out of it, and don't know who i am... but you were quite the sight to discover. i just wanted to help. ❞ i thought i was too late. truly an image that shan't leave conscious; remains smelling a heavy scent of foreboding.

❝ drink. if you prefer, i can be on my way, although i don't think you'd make it very far on your own. or you can continue letting me help you, and we can go our separate ways when you're fit enough for it. ❞ raised brow, as if daring him to try alone. he's vulnerable, and the horrors of surrounding human race is enough to sentence his demise. softer approach again reinstated, elated sigh echoing free from throat, ❝ will you at least tell me your name? i'm fiona. ❞ caution is a pyrrhic battle against full hearted benevolence often weaponised. baby steps, alike him, she bore no inkling of how their situation may turn on its head.

    @day8423​​     ›     ❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound .

      𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒,       foreign touch in all its gentleness feels quite unbearable to withstand,     like a fire threatening to sear at the skin,     a burn to outlive the deepest of wounds.     In a state of powerlessness quite unusual to a being hardened by a rough upbringing and the cruelty of circumstances most unfair,     the body gave in against its will for a moment’s rest,     a plea for comfort hardly found in a long life of wandering,     no longer capable of being ignored,     to result in a show of weakness ashamed from and abhorred.     A maturity the orphan earned in earlier years in order to survive,     and understand his place of the world,     or lack thereof,      [  an unwanted child,     seeking a sense of belonging never to be found.  ]      he turned to no one,     shouldered his burdens alone despite the weight that threatened to pull on broad shoulders.     The concept of trust demolished in terrible company in reckless years and a defensive tendency to betray,     hurt before he is hurt,     again.     Eyes flutter open,     a forced action when drowsiness still tugged upon in a need for a much deserved rest.     Light-brown hues golden in sunlight struggled to fix themselves on a single image as the world was taken in a whirl.

      A tightness enclosed around his shoulder finally jolts him awake,     quick to avoid the stranger’s touch,     a trust he’s unwilling to give even to those closest to him    ——     if he allowed anyone to see beyond his defences,     scarred frame was a living proof to his reasons,     a near fatal one at the nape of his neck as a testament of survival.     Supporting himself with an elbow,     the rogue remains silent to gather his senses,     his body ached all over,     legs sore as though he had been running for miles    …    he remembers as much,     and can now see the broken arrow that penetrated his shoulder,     the old rag used to halt the bleeding replaced with clean bandages.     Gaze now travelled to the woman,     finally acknowledging her existence,     but not her kindness,     for if there was one thing he learned in a world void of virtue,     no good deed came with a cheap cost.        ❝   …    Have we met ?   ❞        curious,     as well as careful,     it’s not beyond his habit to forget a name in his carelessness.     Would he have to flee again to avoid a shoe in the face ?    it would only be another adventure to speak of.

#riidcr #iii. that comes from living in a world that's so damn mean : second year. #good lord this got away from me #forgive me pls sdjfksf #i did manage to cut it down a bit though believe it or not! #rip @ me

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✦   |   𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠   *   𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

❛   life’s  not  fair  ,  is  it  ?❜

❛   perhaps  you  shouldn’t  turn  your  back  on  me.   ❜

❛   i  wouldn’t  dream  of  challenging  you.   ❜

❛   let  an  old  pro  show  you  how  it’s  done.   ❜

❛   i  never  get  to  go  anywhere.   ❜

❛   well  …  forgive  me  for  not  leaping  for  joy.   ❜

❛   i  …  am  a  genius.   ❜

❛   i  walk  on  the  wild  side.  i  laugh  in  the  face  of  danger.   ❜

❛   hey  !  why  don’t  you  pick  on  somebody  your  own  size  ?   ❜

❛   i  thought  you  were  very  brave.   ❜

❛   i  was  just  trying  to  be  brave  like  you.   ❜

❛   being  brave  doesn’t  mean  you  go  looking  for  trouble.   ❜

❛   we’ll  always  be  together  ,  right  ?   ❜

❛   i’m  surrounded  by  idiots.   ❜

❛   i  don’t  think  you  really  deserve  this.   ❜

❛   if  i  told  you  ,  it  wouldn’t  be  a  surprise  ,  now  would  it  ?   ❜

❛   it  was  an  accident  ,  i  …  i  didn’t  mean  for  it  to  happen.   ❜

❛   what  am  i  gonna  do  ?   ❜

❛   that’s  the  stupidest  thing  i  ever  heard.   ❜

❛   bad  things  happen  ,  and  you  can’t  do  anything  about  it.   ❜

❛   when  the  world  turns  its  back  on  you  ,  you  turn  your  back  on  the  world.   ❜

❛   hakuna  matata.  it  means  no  worries.   ❜

❛   who  told  you  something  like  that  ?   ❜

❛   was  it  something  i  said  ?   ❜

❛   is  it  really  you  ?   ❜

❛   you  don’t  know  how  much  this  will  mean  to  everyone  …  what  it  means  to  me.   ❜

❛   no  one  needs  me.   ❜

❛   you’re  our  only  hope  !   ❜

❛   you  know  ,  you’re  starting  to  sound  like  my  father.   ❜

❛   listen  ,  you  think  you  can  just  show  up  and  tell  me  how  to  live  my  life  ?  you  don’t  even  know  what  i’ve  been  through  !   ❜

❛   you  said  you’d  always  be  there  for  me  !   ❜

❛   what’s  that  supposed  to  mean  ,  anyway  ?   ❜

❛   you  are  more  than  what  you  have  become.   ❜

❛   remember  who  you  are.   ❜

❛   oh  yes  ,  the  past  can  hurt.  but  the  way  i  see  it  ,  you  can  either  run  from  it  ,  or  …  learn  from  it.   ❜

❛   i  didn’t  want  to  believe  you.   ❜

❛   i  finally  got  some  sense  knocked  into  me.   ❜

❛   if  i  don’t  fight  for  it  ,  who  will  ?   ❜

❛   what  do  you  want  me  to  do  ?  dress  in  drag  and  do  the  hula  ?   ❜

❛   give  me  one  good  reason  why  i  shouldn’t  rip  you  apart.   ❜

❛   must  it  all  end  in  violence  ?   ❜

❛   you  don’t  deserve  to  live.   ❜

❛   why  should  i  believe  you  ?  everything  you  ever  told  me  was  a  lie.   ❜

#because i am a FOOL and accidentally deleted everything in my inbox. #don’t ask me how. #bc i barely know. #<3 #but also tlk memes are quite iconic!! #prompts.

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𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀 : fresh out of the tower at age twenty four / future queen of far far away at age thirty six.

fiona, due to both her curse and sheltered upbringing, has always fitted an appearance deeming her much younger than actual age. having not properly felt the suns rays until she was twenty four, left her skin untouched by wrinkles and fast aging. practically living in the shadows, only source of light being the occasional horizon seen through the blinding smoke of the lava, and the flame torches in her room. she also had an extensive skin care routine (gracefully taught and provided by fairy godmother) each and every day up until leaving the tower, because after all, she'd been taught her whole life that appearance is everything. alongside this, the curse, while making her ugly in the night, enhanced her human appearance; skin turned far softer and fairer. to provoke the dread further: making fiona long even more so for her 'beautiful' side, as it's severely amplified. as an ogre she ages naturally, but since her curse was never broken, her human skin is quite youthful and unblemished.

#ii. every princess is a beauty / every dragon must be cruel : study. #iii. rage against the trials of love. curse the fading of the light : visage.

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burns and blisters from weeping wounds in the head: enough, enough, enough! needn't await inside enclosed premises taunting and horribly familiar. concocted a half-plan, (dripped in upmost desperation, barely processed in full) that'd evoke wind in her hair, cascading sights since forbidden at a mere seven years old. and yet— there is surprise to be borne when in her adrenaline fused rush, clink of metal against flesh collides. what kind of cruel trick of fate was this?! after all that waiting, and waiting and waiting and waiting! the precise second she decides no more... her ending apparently begins? a brow raises, hands finding hips as mouth curves, pursing: ❝ you wanna give waiting seventeen years a shot? we'll see how you like it, hmm? ❞ what right of a child once with so much promise and youth to rely on a complete stranger. she has always been a hungry thing, yearning for unobtainable proportions.

furrowed glance sends a sense of dread through her stomach; such accusation shouldn't have parted her lips! expression softens, posture straightens, apology offered loudly in reformed stance. hands fall quickly from pointed position. saviour's rugged attitude delivers a hard blow; had fiona already ruined her chances? more importantly, did she care if she had? ❝ oh— goodness! do'est forgive me, my valiant rescuer! i fear my restlessness has gotten better of me. bravely, you have scaled this tower only to discover my impertinence. it shan't happen again. ❞ tone feels forced, acted —— does this remain your desire? feigned, excitement of the situation seemingly lost its spark... so prepared to venture on your own, depend solely as consistently required.

she follows dutifully, small breath exhaled, collecting herself. it seemed opportunity for a kiss was partially dismantled; perhaps 'neath glorious suns rays, when their scene is set just perfectly. maybe. she'll play it as she sees it. ❝ as we trek back to your noble steed awaiting us, might i ask the name of my champion? what a memorable moment this shall be! ❞

@day8423 plotted starter

The trek was not an easy one by any means, but she did it. She climbed the dark mountain, crossed the lava moat, got past the dragon. She very nearly got boiled alive in her armor for doing so, and she doubted the dragon would stay down for long— it seemed more like it was tired by fighting her than actually injured— but she had survived. And now, Cassandra would be the hero. Scale the tower, rescue the fair maiden trapped inside, and bring her home to a grateful populace.

At least that was how she expected it to go. Until, halfway through climbing the stairs to the top, she nearly collided with the princess headed the opposite way.

"Oof—" Said more in surprise than actual impact, Cassandra took a couple steps backwards and gripped the crumbling wall to prevent sliding further. She stared at the princess through the slit in her helmet. Princess Fiona stared back, clearly just as startled as she was. Awkward.

After a long, painful silence, Cassandra cleared her throat, her voice echoing and distorting against the metal. "Well. I was going to say, 'Your Highness, I've come to rescue you'... but it looks like you already have it covered." She couldn't help but be a little annoyed at that— she came all this way, risked her life, for a princess that couldn't even bother to wait for rescue. Completely spoiled the mood! Still, she was already here, might as well. "Nevermind, let's just go." If it wasn't going to be a formal rescue, she wasn't going to bother with formal language.

#waitlifted #i. now i know that’s not my story : closed verse. #fiona really caught between telling cass to go back home. and behaving how she was taught adgfjkl #as soon as she finds out cass isnt here to break the curse though. #that act is gonna be dropped superrr fast lol #love this!! #thanks for the starter ily

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This is making me transcend dimensions.

They gave Fiona a Disney princess moment with this art, and WOW WOW WOW!!! It almost reminds me of the Once Upon A Dream bit from Sleeping Beauty. (That song also reminds me of them, but that’s another rant for another time :) )

Anyway, Fiona almost looks hopeful here. I have to wonder if this was the artist trying to show her possibly giving in to the situation? I’m not sure.

#iii. rage against the trials of love. curse the fading of the light : visage. #oh my god. #how have i never seen this before. #her white dress from shrek 2 is simply beautiful. #BUT THIS??? #good lord. #i need more fiona concept art right now right nOW.

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just thinking about fiona’s relationship with her parents. she internalised the idea that she was no longer beautiful because they deemed her unworthy of it. particularly her father. as seen in her diary in shrek 2: “sleeping beauty’s having a slumber party tomorrow but dad says i can’t go— he never lets me out after sunset.” she went to the tower when she was seven; i figure this entry was written maybe at six. she wanted to go to that slumber party, without caring whatsoever what her friends might think of her. the drawn picture even indicates she was out of the castle and was ready to go, but her father ordered her back inside. there is no sign of lillian. then the next page is immediately, “dad says i’m going away for a while. must be some finishing school or something.” there isn’t a single entry between that slumber party and fiona being told she was being uprooted from her entire life. she didn’t even know about the tower yet.

i believe that the time between that party and told she was going away, was when she began feeding into her fathers claims that she was in fact different, she was never going to be like other princesses. fiona never felt different, she knew she looked different, but still wanted to go out at night to be with her friends. she still acted like herself despite the change in appearance. the time between six years old and seven, after an argument between father and daughter regarding that one simple party, led to fiona beginning to feel inadequate and undeserving. she stopped writing in her journal because she no longer had anything she wanted to talk about. she wouldn’t join her parents for dinner, her entire behaviour would change when the sun set. she became ashamed of herself, hid herself away. she began listening to her parents conversations when she was supposed to be asleep, eavesdropping on conversations about her, about what to do with her. how to help her. fiona never thought she needed help. at a mere seven years old she believes the claims of her monstrous appearance, that her happily ever after would only be achieved if the curse could be broken. she would never be loved, otherwise. a hell of a lot to put on a child.

it’s also interesting to note that the next page of the diary is “mom says when i’m old enough, my handsome prince charming will rescue me from my tower, and bring me back to my family. ” the mentions of harold in the diary are met with unhappiness, uncertainty and confusion. but the mention of lillian is instead met with happiness for what lies in her future, when her curse breaks, when she can come back home. with confidence. given this diary was in fiona’s room, it means that final entry regarding her tower was written, i would say, two weeks before she was sent away. lillian tried her best to make fiona’s experience a positive one. fiona was even rather excited to be in the tower. given her attitude in shrek 2, i think it’s pretty obvious that she never gave a damn about what her daughter looked like, and only wanted happiness for her. she knew life would be unfair and difficult if the curse was never broken, which led to her agreeing with harold and sending her away. “and we’ll all live happily ever after!” surely that recognition came from her mother’s input and promise; harold merely wanted the curse broken. he claims he “only did it because i love her / you wouldn’t understand your not her father!” but his attitude in the film clearly showcases otherwise.

idk another ramble but! i just think those three pages of journal entries are enough to gain insight about her relationship with her parents. and then there’s the entire film to look at! fiona has to try and convince her father she’s happy, because he won’t believe her, again caught up in the way she looks. when fiona tries to leave on the night shrek drinks the potion, she says “i’m going to do what’s right.” harold takes that as she’s going to end her marriage and do what’s ‘right’ for him and his expectations. he vocalises this. where lillian, clearly just by the look on her face, only wants what’s best for fiona, and does not shy away from blaming harold throughout the film, and in that particular scene.

#ii. every princess is a beauty / every dragon must be cruel : study. #i just have a lot to say about her fjsksks. #i love fiona ok. #if that weren’t obvious. #also the fact that when she receives the invitation about going home she’s excited. #she’s not resentful or angry. (my canon changes this whoopsies!) #but she wants to mend what was broken with her parents. #she wants to know them and wants them to love her for her. #making her fathers reaction and behaviour all the more difficult to deal with.

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hmmm justice for fiona's freckles! they are so evident on her face when she's human. but barely noticeable when she's an ogre :/ like where do they go???

#[ ooc. ] #you even see the freckles on her BACK when she's human >:( #i will not stand for this

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thinking about fiona’s independence. the original two princesses ( snow and cinderella ) were forced to mature far too quickly, isolated from anyone who could help them grow, develop. forced to find kindness within themselves or in most cases, their animal friends. although they were surrounded by evil figures in their life, they knew what they wanted to get away from / who they didn’t want to be. integrated into a path of extreme hardship, they had goals and aspirations and ( although not human ) company. fiona only had herself. from seven to twenty seven, she had to learn absolutely everything on her own. she had to teach herself everything. yes, seven years were spent with her mother and father but, with an emotionally and physically distant father and the plain knowledge that she was different to who she was ‘supposed’ to be, set her back in terms of emotional growth. then, at age seven, hardly mature, unknowing why her parents, why her mother thought it best to be away from them, was put unwillingly into twenty years of isolation. the fact alone that she didn’t lose her mind in that tower is truly amazing.

relying only on herself, she didn’t even have a view out her window to see the world turn. as we see in shrek, when he and donkey climb the cliff top to actually make their way into the dragons keep, it’s immediately dark, as if it’s nighttime. where they’re clearly coming from the middle of the day; when the three of them leave, it’s day again outside that barrier. meaning fiona practically lived all those years in the darkness. unable to decipher when the sun would set. all of a sudden her body would change, and she’d be an ogre; just knowing she could add one more tally on the wall. her curse was always simple in terms of when she’d turn. at least she could prepare, count the hours until she turned human again. right? wrong. because of the tower, she couldn’t rely on the bare minimum. couldn’t be granted a little light. she had to be her own mother, her own carer, her own friend, her own educator. she had to grow up alone, assuming she would never be gifted any help whatsoever. “princess lonely, walking circles…” she relied heavily on her storybooks, tales of princesses living their happily ever after. but they lost their meaning and substance over time too, because why did everyone else get a happy ending and not her? she had to be her own comforter. cry on her own shoulder. wipe her tears away because no one else was going to. her favourite stories became useless.

i also firmly believe she taught herself defence skills when she reached early teenage hood. every day the question would ponder through her mind, completely obsessive: what if her prince charming arrived at night? what if he saw her, an ogre, the monster of the fairytale, and attempted to slay the beast that’s surely eaten the awaiting princess? she had to prepare herself for an intrusion. “when one lives alone, one has to learn these things, in case there’s…” fiona had to be both defender in case this ever happened, and the dutiful princess waiting on a stranger to save her. when she never should have had to be either. relying on someone else is always going to be a strange feat for her. even if she lives to become an old woman, it’s still twenty straight years of particular and specific integration. she can trust, yes. she can let people in and connect with them. but she never expects anything to be done for her, and will never request it. frankly she wouldn’t know how. her perception of trust is very frayed and warped. she’s accustomed to being the only person dependable; it becomes a form of processed habit, never asking for assistance. it’s a habit very very difficult to break.

also on that note. the one time she did rely on someone, it didn’t go the way it was supposed to. in my main verse, she relies on her prince charming to get her out of the tower: he never comes. she gets herself out. and then in shrek, she’s literally rescued by an ogre. it’s a complete slap in the face to everything she ever believed / relied on, which makes those twenty years just feel like a waste of time. her dependence failed both times, so she only counts on herself.

#ii. every princess is a beauty / every dragon must be cruel : study. #hmmm yes this is going to be a fiona rant blog. <3 #god she just deserved so much better. #I know her window is very very high. #but i believe any kind of view would be clouded by the steam and the fizz of the lava. #she might sometimes see a glimpse of the world beyond that wall. #but not very often. #ik you see the sun / moon in shrek forever after through the window but. #that is not canon to me. <3 #bc they literally changed the design of her dress / tiara for that whole five second scene. #so i don’t trust the consistency.

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THIS IS BY THE BOOK, I KNEW IT FROM THE START. THE OGRE TRIES TO HURT YOU, BUT I NEVER KNEW THEY MEANT IN THE HEART …

a private and highly selective writing blog for princess fiona faireway, rewritten and taken directly from the shrek universe. fiona is basically an original character with ties to her canon backstory and kingdom. as loved by frankie, a twenty - three year old lesbian who uses she / her pronouns. please be sure to read the background and about pages on my carrd before following, to understand the extreme divergences and my perception on canon fiona. i will rarely, if ever, write her in the shrek universe.

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