#beauty and her beast

[nightfoxqueen]

A Pair of Crowns

I decided to give it a try! Hosted by the amazing @violettduchess and @aquagirl1978

I chose prompt #7: It's a beautiful spring day in Rhodolite and what better way to spend it than by making flower crowns with your fox prince, Nokto.

I kept this as fluffy as possible, considering I was writing for Nokto

Word count: 794

**Spoiler Alert for Nokto's Romantic Route**

You sat out in the meadow on the hill behind the palace. Spring was now upon Rhodolite, the weather perfect to be out in. You sat on the hill surrounded by wildflowers and as you picked them you started to twine them together. You turned your head a bit as you hear footsteps approaching and you smile when you see Nokto coming up to you, a small basket in his hand. "The sunlight makes you even more attractive, it turns me on." His smirk growing more as he gets closer to you. "Everything turns you on." You giggle as he smiles and sits next you. He leans his face up towards the sun and you pause a moment to take in his beauty; how the sun shines off of ash-grey hair and his skin beautiful almost like shining crystals. His crimson eyes open, glancing to you, "Like what you see?" A smirk forming on his lips. "I always do when it comes to you, but you didn't follow me out here just to try and be intimate did you?" He chuckles and shakes his head. "I actually thought you'd enjoy these, I found them when I was in Benitoite on that negotiation trip." He reaches into the basket to pull out two books, handing them to you. You take them immediately looking at the titles "Prince of Foxes" and "The Fox and The Star" you smile genuinely as you hold them to your chest. "You got these for me?" softening like the petals of a flower, he smiles at you. "I know how much you love books and I saw these and felt they'd be fitting for the woman who loves a fox." You giggle and wrap your arms around him. "Thank you Nokto, I can't wait to read them."

He chuckles and kisses your cheek. "Perhaps you can start while we're here?" He asks and leans his head into your lap. You smile as you set the books next to you on the blanket. "Just let me finish this." You say as you continue to twine flowers together. He doesn't say anything, but he closes his eyes as you work. After a little bit, he opens his eyes as he feels you putting something on his head. "What is this now?" You smile looking down at him. "A crown for my king." He chuckles as he looks up, a few petals nestled on his bangs. "Did my queen also make one for herself?" You shake your head as you grab one of the books, but he grabs your wrist and looks at you. "That won't do you know; the queen should also have a crown, after all we're a pair." He sits up and starts to pick some flowers. You giggle as you side up next to him and watch as he tries to twine them together but can't get them to stay. "Here, let me show you." You say as you help guide his hands in twineing the flowers together. As he works with you in making the flower crown he glances at you and smiles as he takes your hands kissing them. "Nokto..." "You have such lovely hands." he continues, kissing up your arm and to your neck. "Ah! behave! People might see us!" He chuckles and leans up looking at the flower crown you’re almost finished with, and he hands you a few more flowers to add to it. He helps you work in making sure it stays together and he smirks, taking a few more glances at you. “There, all done!” you smile, and he kisses your neck whispering a soft thank you for helping him twine them all together. He takes it and sets it gently on your head as you blush. "Absolutely beautiful, it suits you perfectly." You smile as you look to him. "Thank you Nokto." He leans in and kisses you. "How can you love a fox like me?" You take and put your forehead against his, "It's because you so slyly captured my heart." He smiles that soft smile you love as he lays his head on your lap, "Spring gave us our first crowns, it's shameful they won't last forever." You say as you gently brush your fingers over his bangs, along the petals of the flowers. "Hmm, maybe so but we can come here every spring and make our crowns each year." He looks to you and you pick up the first book. "A promise, we'll come and make our flower crowns every year?" You ask and he closes his eyes as a light breeze blows, petals flowing through the breeze. "Of course, every year." You smile as you begin reading from the first book, both of you adorning your flower crowns. 

#spring shower spring flowers ccc #writing event #writing prompts #springtime #fluffy #cutesy #kinda #ikemen prince #nokto klein #cybird #beauty and her beast #nokto ikemen prince #nokto fox #i tried

[traditional-with-a-twist]

lv. Beauty and Her Beast

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“Let her go.”

The rider's voice, low and thick with menace, sends shivers down Shirayuki’s back.

She knows that voice. 

A long time has passed since she heard it last.

...

The man holding her wavers, but then he tightens his grip. He nodded to his fellows, and they closed ranks with her in the center.

Steel flashed in the dying sunlight.

Deliberately, the leader drew Shirayuki against his side, twisting her arm behind her back. He lifted his chin against the interloper and bared his teeth.

“Look here,” he snarled, “don’t go sticking your nose in where you don’t —”

The horse whinnied, the bell of its voice crashing over them as its rider lifted the reins and bent close to its neck.

As one, horse and rider charged.

...

Yowling in fear, the bandits scattered.

Knocked off her feet, Shirayuki threw up her arms to protect her head and tucked in her chin. 

She curled into a ball, the most she could do before the thundering hooves were upon them.

...

She felt a rush of wind, the force of its weight in motion, but nothing touched her.

The rider had guided his mount with an expert hand. When she peeked under her elbow, the horse had swerved around her and plunged after the men.

Limbs trembling, Shirayuki raised herself into a sitting position.

...

Wails of alarm were receding amongst the trees, and her rescuer had drawn up with his back to her. He stared after the men with a rigidity that spelled controlled fury. 

She could see more than his outline now: straight back and broad shoulders, a soft gray uniform like and unlike the Wistal castle livery.

Even before she registered the bright, close-cropped hair, Shirayuki knew him.

“Mitsuhide,” she breathed.

...

He turned, eyes flashing at the affront to the innocent, to the peace of Clarines, to his friend.

One hand fisted at his hip as if seeking a sword that no longer rested there. He bore no weapons, no armor.

Shorn of every trapping, Mitsuhide had rarely looked more like a knight.

...

Emotion welled up in her: relief, astonishment, a delight shadowed with sadness. 

Last she had seen Mitsuhide, he was pressing a good-bye gift into her hands, resigning himself from the royal service, walking away without a backward look as she and Kiki gazed after him. 

To see him now brought her back in time, to those endless days of loneliness and inescapable grief, the crushing burden of coming to terms with her loss, the lighthouse that Obi had been to her - a safe harbor when she was tossed at sea. 

Regret shot through all the gladness she felt; her heart throbbed.

...

Fast on the heels of remembered grief, the questions crowded in. 

What was he doing here? Where had he come from? 

Where had he been?

She was struggling to distill all this into words when Mitsuhide let out a cry. “Shirayuki!”

He leapt from the saddle, rushing to raise her from the ground.

She gave him a wobbly smile, feeling dizzier than ever as the adrenaline drained away.

...

“Shirayuki, what are you doing here?” Mitsuhide asked, the lines in his face drawn taught with distress. 

Words faltered in his anguish, falling over each other: “Alone — in the woods — almost night —” 

“I…” Embarrassment crept over her as she considered how rash her actions must look. “I wanted to buy a horse,” she confessed.

...

“A horse?” Mitsuhide repeated. “You learned how to ride?”

“Oh.” She bit her lips. “Not … no, not really.”

He stared at her blankly. As the absurdity of the announcement sank in, disbelief gave way to worry, incredulity, frustration — each taking it in turns to chase each other across his face.

He might have been tempted to scold her, but there was something disarming in that earnestness peculiar to her. 

Besides, she looked as though a gust of wind might carry her away.

...

Mitsuhide dragged his fingers through his hair, then shook his head with a sigh. “Never mind that now. You should be inside, somewhere warm.”

Shirayuki felt the wisdom of this; she nodded and stepped forward, reaching for the bag lying discarded on the ground.

The next moment, the sky slew sideways. 

The trees threw up their arms, tilting wildly. 

...

She would have fallen but for Mitsuhide beside her, his outsized hands steadying her shoulders. 

“Easy… easy there. Shirayuki –” He broke off and shook his head. “I’m so sorry.”

Up close, Shirayuki could trace the etchings of misery on his face with the fading light of the sun. 

Worried, she patted at his arm. ‘Everything is okay now,’ she told him soothingly. ‘It’s all right.’

...

His gaze traveled over her, from the snow in her hair to her bloodless face and clothes in disarray.

Mitsuhide shook his head. 

‘No,’ he said, so low he might have spoken to himself, ‘it’s not.’

...

"Shirayuki -- for today, please let me take care of you. Forgive me, it's not much."

He didn't allow her space to object but ground on. "I'll see you to safety until we can find someone more suitable to help you." 

He turned away without waiting for an answer, busying himself with preparations for riding together. 

...

Mitsuhide was quieter than she remembered. He mounted the horse with her bundled up in one arm like a child, her pack dangling from his shoulder, and settled her with the utmost gentleness, but he didn’t speak. Gone were the fumbling, well-meaning speeches; when he wasn’t looking at her, a curious blankness stole over his expression.

He rode with her in front, where she could rest against his shoulder, at an easy pace that lulled her to drowsiness.

Some time passed before questions began to return to her.

‘Mitsuhide?’ 

‘Please rest if you can, Shirayuki,’ he said, eyes fixed on the road ahead.

‘I’m very comfortable,’ she assured him. ‘It’s just that… I’m sorry. Weren’t you busy doing something when you found me?’

...

Some feeling returned to his face as he shook his head at her. ‘That’s… Shirayuki, your safety is more important than my regular duties.’

‘Oh!’ Her eyes rounded in comprehension. ‘You work in town.’

‘Ah…’ He rubbed the back of his neck and shook his head. ‘No, it’s… I came to report, to deliver messages, but it can wait until tomorrow. First, we’ll get you somewhere safe and dry.’

...

She understood then, what he had done since leaving Wistal.

There was some logic in Mitsuhide becoming a courier, Shirayuki admitted, given his hardiness in the saddle. 

It was strange to see him unarmed, so reduced in rank, but it made more sense than that he would leave the service only to idle his time at nothing.

...

As she mused on it, a new thought dawned on Shirayuki.

Here was someone she might ask who traveled, swiftly and far, who knew her husband without description, who — this last thought came to her almost against her will — who might understand the need to wander in the first place.

‘Have you–’ she couldn’t keep the eagerness from her voice, ‘--have you seen Obi?’

His eyes flashed to her face. ‘Obi?’

"Yes -- that's why I wanted -- he wasn't in the town so I thought --"

Mitsuhide's expression darkened the longer he listened. "Do you mean… you were out here alone because you were looking for him?" 

...

She nodded, eyes full of hope as she awaited his answer. 

"Where did he go?" Mitsuhide asked sharply. 

Shirayuki winced. "I don't know," she answered softly. "You -- you haven't --?" 

"No.” He turned his glare to the road.

She didn’t ask again.

#obiyuki #Akagami no Shirayukihime #Beauty and Her Beast #PurePassion #rescue #at looooong last #he's back

[itsaboutyourstruly]

I start playing ikémen prince beauty and her beast and oh boy, looks like i fell into a another great heaven 🫣 and all thanks to Luke to higher my standards more 😀👍

#ikemen prince #beauty and her beast #luke randolph #luke #yet another random post

[boanerges20]

Motolove. Beauty And Her Beast.

#motorcycle #biker girl #beauty and her beast #wild n sexy #moto love #lifestyle

[rubycahors]

#my collection of boys is growing #ikemen prince #licht klein #leon dompteur #chevalier michel #sariel noir #rio ortiz #yves kloss #beauty and her beast

[swordmaid]

brienne but she's wearing 1949 cocteau's beauty and the beast inspired fit!!! this is the inspo pic i used if ur curious.

gonna be posting more of this redesign thing (and also jaime's ver) some time in the future but i just wanted to share this one <3

#brienne of tarth #asoiaf #mine. #u know literally just as i finished colouring this i found that some theater made an opera version of this batb #and they made belle's dress BLUE...which is a win for me and also not bc they made it light blue #but here it's supposed to be velvet.. idk if it comes across as velvet but that's the fabric of choice lol. #but im gonna ramble because i really like the concept... i love brienne in pearls!! i feel like pearls will be her jewellery of choice #and i talked abt this before in some post but i think tarth regalia would have a lot of pearls just bc they're an island #and i think they would export pearls alongside marble lol #i love brienne in silver and pearls BUT the reason why the flower thing on her cape is gold bc in the film #the pearl chain was actually a gift from the beast. so she's wearing jaime's gift. and i made the cape more silvery white (leaning on white #to resemble his cloak so it's like... jaime gifting her his white cloak..... hihihIHIHIhhihihihihi...... #tbh i drew that concept before too BUT I JUST LIKE IT!!!!!!!! i want it to happen actually....please....thank u.. #also the feathers in her hair is bc i want to accessorize her in a brienne way BUT ALSO supposed to be like the plumes knights wore in thei #helm. she's wearing trousers in the fit btw only the upper half of the design is based on beauty but the silhouette mimics beasts' more. #but anyway i really like this design!! bc it's a bit ott but also not in a way that seems out of character for her? idk LOL

[mikereads]

“This movie (Cinderella) changed the way little black girls believed in themselves, I hear to this day, I believe I can be a princess because of you.”- Brandy Norwood.  

“I would say to the beautiful girls like you who watched the movie to just go after what you want in life. Don’t let anyone stop you or tear you down.”- Halle Bailey.  

#halle bailey #the little mermaid #brandy norwood #cinderella #cinderella 1997 #beauty and the beast #beauty and the beast broadway #toni braxton #keke Palmer Cinderella #etc #HER as Belle #and so many others

[fizzy-dizz]

Happy Holidays 🎁⭐🎄❄️

#batb #beauty and the beast #disney #artz #v happy i finished this on time!! havent had a proper xmas drawing out in a long while #belles dress from her tokyo disneyland counterpart #beasts outfit from the 30th anniversary dollset #<-- which i rly love bc hes basically wearing a more bougie ver of his cape #prince adam

[rosepompadour]

I always live in a dream world.

Jackie Kennedy in conversation with Richard Nixon, 1971

#jackie kennedy #history #this is absolutely devastating in context because they're discussing nostalgia and she's referring to her life without jack #this is what i hate about posting quotes on tumblr because they lose so much of their power outside of the source material #:/ oh well #'it doesn't matter now. let the coquette blogs come.' /beauty and the beast

[tending-the-hearth]

Belle wearing glasses is actually something that is so important to me

#hi how are you I’m crying over this <3 #AUSTRALIA BATB PRODUCTION YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE THAT MATTERS #LOOK AT HER #SHE’S SO CUTE WHAT THE FUCK #GIVE BELLE READING GLASSES IN EVERY BATB PRODUCTION PLEASE AND THANK YOU #the costumes are also just so good!!!! #this is something so silly to get so happy and emotional over #but like #it’s my favorite princess and she’s wearing glasses like me and they serve an actual purpose for her!!!!!!!! it’s not just something silly #to be used as a transformation tool #AND IT MAKES SENSE THAT SHE’D NEED READING GLASSES #beauty and the beast #beauty and the beast Australia

[pureanonofficial]

Susan Egan and Terrence Mann in Beauty and the Beast. Posted by disneyonbroadway on Instagram for the musical’s 29th anniversary.

#Beauty and the Beast #BATB #Susan Egan #Terrence Mann #Belle #Prince Adam #Beauty and the Beast musical #musical theater #Broadway #costumes #Disney #Disney on Broadway #THE COSTUMESSS #the delicate net on her arm!! #The roses!! #the WIG #Also ahhhh ahhhh ahhh the way he is kissing her hand. #The Beast #this is just soooo #ahhh I have not stopped thinking about this photo in hours.

[traditional-with-a-twist]

liii. Beauty and Her Beast

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“Big brother!”

Rona dashed across the marble tiles of the audience chamber, skirts and curls flying, her face a picture of consternation..

Eugene scampered in her wake, equally anxious in his quieter way.

...

Raj flinched back a step, then snapped, “Stop, you’ll muss my new dress coat!” to cover his weakness.

It mostly worked — Rona jerked to a halt and glared, forgetting her fear. “Is that all you can think of,” she demanded, “when dear Lady Shirayuki is in danger?”

...

Raj winced, feeling a cold sweat break out on his brow. He snatched a lace handkerchief from his pocket and buried his nose in it, inhaling the astringent scent. 

Sakaki had liberally dosed it earlier that day, after delivering the news.

“What are you doing here, anyway?” Raj asked his sister, voice muffled. “You’re too young to preside at criminal cases.”

“We were waiting for you,” Eugene put in, taking advantage of a momentary lull as outrage reduced Rona to squawking. “Big brother, what will we do?”

...

A pounding in his temple replaced the dizzy fit. Raj lowered the handkerchief hastily.

Where had Sakaki gone off to, just now in the middle of a crisis?

The twins were staring at him, like oversized kittens who didn’t know what to do with the mouse they had cornered.

He summoned his bossiest voice. “You two! Keep quiet and let the adults handle these matters.”

...

As Raj spoke, his eyes raked the room, searching for assistance.

There! Clusters of soldiers and advisors stood around the throne, talking in low voices and pointing at maps.

His father was not present, of course, but there was Sakaki, with that dratted gray cloak blending in perfectly with the subdued field uniforms.

...

“Sakaki!” he boomed. “Come here at once and explain the situation to m—er, these two.”

His attendant bowed assent and approached, serious as always but with a new line creasing his brow. 

“Your Highnesses,” he hailed the young prince and princess respectfully.

...

“Oh, Sakaki!” Rona burst out. “It’s so dreadful—how will we ever save her?”

Sakaki paused. “I believe the intent is to recapture her, princess,” he said carefully.

“No, no —” Raj waved his handkerchief. “It’s all a muddle —she’s gotten it into her head that this means trouble for our friend, for Lady Shirayuki.”

He shot his attendant a sharp glance as spoke, gauging for himself whether Rona’s fears might have found any basis in the latest reports.

Sakaki looked serious —as always.

...

“Please do not upset yourself, Your Highness,” he said. “It is difficult to speak with certainty, as Lady Shirayuki’s exact whereabouts since her wedding are unknown—”

Rona gasped, her eyes filling with tears.

“---but there is every reason to believe that she remains in Clarines.”

...

“So?” Raj demanded, forgetting that he was supposed to know all of this already. “So what?”

“Therefore,” continued the implacable Sakaki, “there is little reason to fear. The trail appears to lead east.”

Raj let out an explosive breath. Rona sniffled; Eugene was patting her arm.

“Clarines lies to the north,” Sakaki added.

“We know that!” Raj snapped.

Sakaki smiled.

...

Glowering at him, Raj turned to his sister. “There, you see, enough nonsense—it is all a matter of patrols and search parties and no danger at all. Now go find something to play with.”

Rona stopped sniffing and gave him a look of deep disgust. “Eugene and I are too old for games,” she said, lifting her nose.

Then she marched away, her brother at her heels.

...

As soon as they were out of sight, Raj rounded on his attendant. “Now, tell me the whole truth, at once! What is being done? Have they sent messengers to Wistal? Who is standing guard over Lady Shirayuki?”

Sakaki bowed. “It is as I said to the young prince and princess, Your Highness—no one knows where the lady may be found.”

Sakaki did not add that dispatching troops across the border to Clarines without prior notice would not be smiled on as a diplomatic gesture, particularly as the matter involved a straightforwardly domestic case of a criminal tried, charged, and suffered to escape, all within the royal jurisdiction of Tanbarun.

...

Raj groaned and covered his face with the handkerchief again.

The thought of his friend in danger again, at the mercy of that devil of a woman, sent hot and cold flashes down his spine.

Worse, though he would never admit it out loud, he worried that in no small part, this whole mess might be his fault.

...

After they had secured the pirate ship and taken its crew prisoner, Raj hadn’t troubled himself to supervise. There were courts for that sort of thing, with their magistrates and bailiffs and prison wardens.

It was one thing for the crown prince to concern himself with bandits and ambassadors, but as for the boring business of trials and prosecutions, that was quite another matter.

The great might of the crown reigned; there were laws in the books, people read them, justice was served, and no one complained.

...

Now, suddenly, he found that comfortable vision of life upended.

Ages ago, Sakaki had wanted approval for some sort of prison transfer—why not? What was all the fuss about, if the thing was done properly?

As it turned out, the thing hadn’t been done properly at all.

In spite of whatever routine precautions one presumably undertook when undertaking such dangerous tasks, something had gone amiss—that is, someone had gone missing.

As Sakaki had put it to him that morning, quite succinctly: “The prisoner has escaped.”

Umihebi, the pirate queen, was free.

...

She had slipped through their fingers, as oily as her name and twice as fearsome — a nightmare Raj thought they had all put to rest that day in the dank caves festering in the underbelly of his kingdom.

He shuddered.

“What does she want, Sakaki?” he demanded, seeking something to turn his thoughts away from the memory of her poisonous looks. “Why east—what could she possibly want out there?”

...

Sakaki hesitated then admitted, “The lands to the east are no friend to Tanbarun, Your Highness. We received the report from a patrol troop. They are stationed at the border now, on guard for her return.”

“At the border?” Raj echoed. “On guard? What are they doing, lazing about there?”

A sense of relief and purpose suffused him. There were guards; they had her in their sights. The nightmare was as good as ended.

He drew himself up and waved a finger. “Order them after her at once, to the ends of the earth if need be!”

...

Before replying, Sakaki paused to scan the usual hiding places, assuring himself that Rona and Eugene hadn’t lingered to eavesdrop.

Then he said, “They cannot, Your Highness.”

“What!” yelped Raj. “What do you mean!”

“We have no such treaty arrangements with the lands to the east. Their border guard has refused to grant our soldiers passage.”

...

“But–but–letters! Yes, a letter to the prince of Clarines.” 

Sakaki bowed. “A messenger was dispatched this morning.” 

“Ah–ah, good. Then…” Raj began to pace. 

...

On the third turn, he stopped and snapped his fingers. “I have it! The Lions! Fetch my writing desk — I will write to…” 

He trailed off. Sakaki hadn’t moved. 

“Already done?” Raj asked faintly. 

Sakaki nodded.

...

Raj’s shoulders slumped, his energy melting away. “Then you mean—”

Sakaki lifted his hands. 

“There is nothing to be done, Your Highness. We can only wait.”

#obiyuki #Akagami no Shirayukihime #Prince Raj #Sakaki #Beauty and Her Beast #PurePassion #he’s baaaaack #and so is this story #many chapters are nearly ready to publish #promise

[atopvisenyashill]

IN THIS LIGHT SHE COULD ALMOST BE A BEAUTY IN THIS LIGHT SHE COULD ALMOST BE A KNIGHT.

“in this light” that they’re both in, to be clear - twin flames fighting in the darkness. fighting against the darkness. brienne looking at the ghosts that haunt jaime, from the very real physical threats of the war he helped start to the metaphorical wounds of knighthood, chivalry, and oath-keeping , from the betrayal of realizing your father is not the man you wanted him to be, from his own stupidity, and saying “this is nothing. i can fight them all.” to help him remember the ideals of his youth, to BE the ideal of his youth; an oathbreaker to save the lives of innocent children but it won’t break her soul the way it broke his!! she’s got a beauty that goes deeper than his, and the soul of a knight much more unshakable as well. he dreams of her fighting with him, beside him, saving him, facing down the wrathful dead, and watching as he fails, but knowing she is there and she will do what he cannot!

HE DREAMT IT. HE DREAMT OF HER.

#HES GOING TO DIE FIGHTING THE OTHERS IS WHAT IM SAYING. HE CAN BE THE VALONQAR AND ALSO PASS THE TORCH TO BRIENNE. IF DAEMON CAN DIE #BOTH LIGHT AND DARK AFTER COMMITTING LIKE 12 WAR CRIMES AND AT LEAST 104 FELONIES. MURDER SUICIDING HIS OWN NEPHEW. #JAIME CAN DIE WITH BRIENNE FIGHTING THE OTHERS AFTER DOING SOMETHING HEINOUS TO CERSEI. THIS IS GEORGE WE ARE TALKING ABOUT #valyrianscrolls #braime #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #bittersweet beauty and the beast #jaime the dragon slayer #i’m waiting until i get brienne’s pov to give her a specific tag #rani liveblogs asoiaf #anyways guess what chapter i listened to

[immediatebreakfast]

The introduction of the bloofer lady in the hands of children, and then in the words of adults really opens a lot of thematic potential for Lucy, and for her new second life as a vampire.

She doesn't feel real, a beautiful lady taking the blood of your playmates after they played with her? It reads as the type of morbid tales that children tell eachother. But, it's real, that young lady is the monster.

You as a child see her, sitting alone in a bench as the moon rises and reveals a weird visage, funeral white dress, wild hair, hollow eyes, and shining teeth that seem so long when she smiles; yet she is beautiful, like an older sister or a nice lady. Then you wake up in the morning, not in your bed but at the same park that you met her. With torn wounds on your neck, and no memories at all.

Lucy is now the bloofer lady. She has probably forgotten everything about her life except people (now prey) that were close to her. The bloofer lady is probably confused about her own existance, why does her body hurts so much? Why does she feels like she lost something? Who are the people that blink in her mind?

Yet all of that is secondary to her, a new vampire looking at the moon as her entire being claims for food. The bloofer lady is hungry, and she must eat to keep still, so she does. As unrefined as a starving animal.

Lucy is not the maiden that holds the hands of death, she is now the monstrous parody of the perfect victorian lady. A victim now being unsettling to nothing.

I wonder if after feeding, Lucy sees her bloody reflection somewhere, and out of trained instict she moves her hand to clean herself with a handkerchief that is not there.

#There is so much to explore there #Not an ethereal Lucy floating between the graves #Neither a succubus like Lucy with perfect control of her powers #But the liminal state between human and beast that remarks how now she is neither #The living embodiment of children folklore as a nightmare in a costume of a beautiful lady #dracula daily #dracula #lucy westenra

[gus-dix]

wanted to draw the girls from hunchback of notre dame 1 and 2 dancing cause they both have a red dress and i thought it would be cute

+ it always seemed likely to me that one of the triplets in beauty and the beast was only pretending to go along with her sisters... and due to that she’s good at playing a role but not so much at being herself so when she gets an interest in belle she suddenly turns real shy

do not erase the caption, use or rePOST my art (reblog ok)

#my art #fan art #Disney #Disney Pixar #The Hunchback of Notre Dame #beauty and the beast #wlw #Sapphic #lesbian art #femslash #disney femslash #the quality of hunchback 2 is really bad but love that movie #madeleine is really cute and i don't even mind her only existing to be mc girlfriend #when you think about it it IS weird they made a second movie just to give him a gf #but at least it was cute? which isn't always the case so... lucky! #also i get the triplets are just bg charas but them having a hive mind really bothers me #and my headcanon feels very relatable/understandable so u kno

[swordmaid]

why is this taking me 626252 years to finish honestly…..anyway…lol I kinda like jaime with bows

#like that is so coquette core of him #im like 60% done with his top but then the jewellery…… 🫠🫡🫡 #also idk if i should have him hold a hat that has like this huge feathers -> a) the beast wore at at some point in the movie iirc b) to #match brienne’s feathers OR I should have him hold like a yassified version of widow’s wail #bc bri is holding oathkeeper so it matches her too #but I kind of like the hat bc of the ridiculousness of it all 😭😭 #he already has that frilled collar that im gonna be putting lace on 😭😭😭 but the potential to have this super wide brimmed hat with feathers #likeeee….come on…!!!!!!! it’s so camp #anyway his outfit is actually like. all on the upper half lol it’s kinda funny but the silhouette is specifically a #taken from the beast’s costume when he turns to the prince ok #anyway if u have no idea what im talking abt im designing jb costumes based on the cocteau batb #but it’s like both of their outfits are referencing both beast and beauty so it’s been an interesting design challenge mixing the two #and trying to make it look good and coherent lol