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....I don't mind

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

This part. This is the part I’m talking about

This is not a woman falling to pieces because her father won’t let her marry a man she just met.

This is a woman born to a life she has very little say in. She has never had a genuine friend (besides a tiger). She is facing a marriage to a man she doesn’t know and doesn’t like but duty (and the law) demands it. So she took a risk, ran away, ran to a world she doesn’t know or understand and when she landed in trouble (serious, serious trouble) a stranger came to her aid. She finally (finally!) made a real connection with someone but they didn’t get much time together before the guards showed up and she had to reveal who she was.

This moment when she’s crying her heart out? It comes after she’s been told that the first person she ever connected with, the first person to be genuinely interested in her for who she is and not what she is, the first real friend she has ever made, was executed… because of her.

Crying is normal. Even if it's over something trivial. We all face a lot of struggles in their lives, whether we acknowledge it or not. Something minor might end up breaking the camel's back.

Anyway, here's one of my favorite scenes in Beauty and the Beast:

Really, none of the classic princesses deserve the misinterpretation.

Cinderella?

Again, this is not after someone told her “yOu CaN’t MaRrY a MaN yOu JuSt MeT”—this is after she went to great lengths to get ready for the ball, adhering to the intentionally difficult (meant to be impossible) stipulations set by her abusive step-mother for her to be allowed to attend (when really she was invited and had as much right as the others to attend). She made that dress (I can’t recall off the top of my head if the classic animated version was also her mother’s old dress she restyled or not but still, she put in a ton of work on top of all the extra house work) and what did her step-family do? They tore to shreds while she was wearing it. Of course she’s lost hope: it’s the final straw after years and years of doggedly remaining optimistic despite constant harsh treatment.

Let’s go to another favourite: Mulan.

Mulan’s just had the worst day.

She tried her hardest to live up to her family’s and her society’s expectations and vision of a perfect bride but she failed. Not only did it go wrong, but she was publicly humiliated by the Matchmaker—by extension, humiliating her family.

Granted, her family has been kind and sympathetic about the whole thing. Her father even goes to encourage her, assuring her of his unconditional love for her and his confidence that she’ll get it right next time.

She’s just beginning to smile when the drums pound and news of war reaches their village. Her father—her beloved father who’s already a veteran and lives with a disability—is expected as the only male in their family to suit up and head out in the morning.

Mulan can’t help. Nothing she says will be listened to and she can’t take his place (until, of course, she thinks of a way to do so which this moment of crying it out in the rain leads to—score one for having a good cry and clearing your head).

There’s of course more. Take any princess’ dramatic crying momentTM and review the context and I’ll bet you’ll see it’s never as trivial as some have framed it. And, yes, like prev pointed out, it’s this awful thing of people believing boys can’t cry and girls can but then they can never be taken seriously.

She didn't deserve to see the things that she held dearly destroyed right before her eyes by her own father. No, it wasn't just about the cute guy she just met. Her family had never approved of her interests and she felt so isolated that she hid them away. Just collecting random stuff that she felt oddly inspired by. Then Triton obliterated it. Her memories, all the care she put into organizing it and keeping it safe—gone. He couldn't accept her passion because it didn't align with his beliefs, so he destroyed it. The ultimate rejection from a parent, the very people who are supposed to love you and make you feel safe.

Or Briar Rose, who she thought she was.

She's not just crying because her aunts/the three fairies told her she couldn't be with this guy she just met. She's crying because she just found out her entire life is a lie. She's not a simple peasant girl living with her eccentric aunties, she's a princess. She's a princess of a kingdom she knows little about, has parents she's never met, she's going to go see them today, they're going to leave their little cottage to go to this castle she doesn't even remember, meet people she can't remember... The 'hunter' she met in the woods? She can't keep visiting him after all, she's a princess and has to leave everything about this life behind her today

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed "Minotaur and mouse"! Thank you for your kind comments and encouragement throughout writing and posting it. It means the world to me.

Summary: You guide a werewolf through his first time having sex. 754 words/3-minute read time. Tags: NSFW 🌶️, oral (f receiving) 👅, p in v 🍆, knotting 🪢, creampie 💦, mild praise (m receiving) 👏, loss of virginity (m), first time

Your werewolf is nervous the first time he takes you, partially because you're a delicate human and he doesn't want to hurt you, but mostly because he has never done any of this before.

You have. So it's up to you to teach him.

You start with how to use his mouth between your legs. "Gentle," you remind him as his clawed thumbs spread your folds open, but he's already moving with the slow reverence of someone handling a fragile and priceless treasure.

His first lick is more tentative than savoring, but soon he's lost himself in the taste of you, digging his tongue into your cunt to get as much as he can before returning his attentions to your sensitive pearl, back and forth, so eager as you praise how lovely he is making you feel.

"That's it, yes! Oh good boy! I'm going to come, I'm coming!" you cry out as your orgasm buries you in an avalanche of pleasure. You're breathing too hard to hear his tail joyfully thumping against the bed as you throb on his tongue.

But a minute or two later, he's a little nervous again as he starts to ease his cock inside you, his eyes darting between your face and your cunt—he wants to check your reaction, but also watch how something so small can swallow up something so long and thick.

He whines when he gets deep enough for his knot to nestle against your spread lips. "So tight," he whimpers. "Need to..." His hips cant backwards on instinct, pulling his cock out nearly to his head before smoothly burying himself again. "Oh God," he chokes out as you moan, too, at the delicious pressure of being filled.

At first, you direct the rhythm and angle of his thrusts, and he does everything just as you say. "Like this?" he asks.

"Perfect, you're so good," you croon, and he groans at your praise.

It's heady, feeling as if you're in control of someone so powerful, a force of nature that you have subdued to your will. He is at your mercy, his pleasure in your hands.

And yet, it is just as intoxicating to cast away your control once he gains enough confidence to take the upper hand in your lovemaking, moving himself the way he chooses and taking you along with him. It's freeing and exciting knowing you are powerless against a creature like him, and yet trusting him to use his power to please and protect you, never to hurt. His claws press into the flesh of your hips, but never pierce. His fangs scrape over your nipples, but never bite. The way his huge furry form completely envelops you sends a sharp thrill through your blood and a soft warmth of safety into your chest at the same time, driving you toward a staggering second peak.

"My knot!" he gasps as it starts to grow outside you, so close to spilling.

"Lift my hips!" you cry, and he hefts you up, changing the angle to let him get deeper.

He snaps his hips harder, urging his knot to part you, and suddenly the whole thing slips in and immediately swells sharply to lodge itself against the squeezing walls of your cunt. The sudden stretch rips a strangled gasp from your throat at the same time that your werewolf's entire body jerks against you, and he tips his head back to howl as he erupts inside you. Jagged little rocks of his hips punctuate each spurt of his seed, his thick knot rubbing so tight and hot against a pleasure spot within your cunt that it tips you over the edge into your own release.

You ride out your orgasms together in a noisy mix of moans, whimpers, and growls. He drops your thighs to tip forward, catching himself on his arms, but they tremble with the force of the bliss still coursing through him. You push on his chest to urge him to fall to his side. It pulls you with him, of course, the knot on his cock still tying you together, and then you're laying side by side, legs tangled, facing each other.

A smile curves across his muzzle, and his tongue is suddenly all over your face, licking excitedly while he mumbles out thanks and praise. You laugh, and try to lick him back, telling him how well he did, your good boy.

This time you do hear the happy thumps of his tail wagging on the mattress.

~ 🐺🎩 ~

Based on a request. I realized I had yet to write werewolf x reader, so I had to correct that oversight asap. There's nothing in this that makes it explicitly Regency, but there's nothing in it that makes it not Regency either, so imagine it however you like!

That’s an interesting thought…

Mary Pickford's 1914 Cinderella and Yanina Zhejmo's 1947 Russian Cinderella would probably be fast friends, because they're both such innocent, adorkable little cutie-pies. Soyuzmultfilm's 1979 animated Cinderella could join them too, although I almost consider her the same character as Zhejmo's Cinderella, because that animated short is an unofficial remake of the 1947 film.

I could also see Angelina from Rossini's opera La Cenerentola, Lucette from Massenet's opera Cendrillon, and Lesley Ann Warren's Cinderella from the 1965 version of Rodgers & Hammerstein's musical as friends, because they're all such sweet, delicate, melancholy waifs. Of the three, Angelina grows the most in commanding presence and dignity by the end, so she could help the other two to find their inner strength, while Lucette, who's the saddest of them all, might be inspired by how the other two find comfort in their singing and imagination.

Brandy Norwood's 1997 Rodgers & Hammerstein Cinderella and the heroine of the anime Cinderella Monogatari I could see as friends too, because of their similar "girl next door" characterizations with quiet inner strength and initially low self-esteem that grows by the end. Other "girl next door" Cinderellas like Belinda Montgomery from the Muppets' Hey, Cinderella!, Jennifer Beals from Faerie Tale Theatre, and Emilia Schüle from Märchenperlen could join them too.

Disney's two Cinderellas (animated and Lily James) would probably get along well with each other, as well as with Julie Andrews' 1957 Rodgers & Hammerstein Cinderella and Gemma Craven's Slipper and the Rose Cinderella, because they're all slightly more mature Cinderellas, who blend sweetness and dreaminess with a core of strength and ladylike dignity even in rags. Disney's animated Cinderella might feel a little out of place among the other three at first, because they're all refined young British ladies while she's more of a down-home American girl, but they would make her feel at home.

Meanwhile, the tomboy Cinderellas, like Libuše Šafránková in Three Wishes for Cinderella, Aylin Tezel in Sechs auf einen Streich, Lesley Caron's Ella in The Glass Slipper, Christianne Tisdale's Angelina in A Tale of Cinderella, and of course Drew Barrymore's Danielle in Ever After would probably all have scrappy and mischievous fun together.

Barrymore's Danielle would also connect with Anne Hathaway's Ella from Ella Enchanted and with Ella from the 2013 Broadway version of Rodgers & Hammerstein's musical, because they're all strong-willed, political-minded idealists, whose hard lives have made them champions of other downtrodden people.

Camilla Cabello's Ella from the 2021 Kay Cannon musical and Cinderella from Alma Deutscher's 2016 opera would bond over the fact that they're both artists (a dressmaker and a composer, respectively) whose dream is to share their craft with the world. Deutscher's Cinderella might even ask Cabello's Ella to design costumes for her latest opera.

I suspect most of them would be a little put off by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Emerald Fennell's "Bad Cinderella," because of her rude and belligerent Not Like Other Girls attitude. But Leslie Caron's Ella, who is similarly prickly although much less smug about it, would reach out to her... although I'm not sure if they would ultimately become friends or end up fighting.

As for the different Princes...

I think all four versions Rodgers & Hammerstein's Prince Christopher would relate to each other and get along well, although Jon Cypher and Stuart Damon's version might need some time to warm up to Paolo Montalbán's version and "Topher" from the 2013 Broadway version, because they're both slightly less mature. Both of Disney's Princes (animated and Richard Madden's Kit) would get along with them too, and maybe the rest of them could encourage Disney's animated Prince to talk more. Don Ramiro from the opera La Cenerentola would probably be their friend too, though he's a little more hot-blooded than the rest of them, while Michael Wilding's Prince Charles from The Glass Slipper could be like a wise older brother to them all. All of these Princes share similar gentlemanly dignity, tenderness, and strength of character in their own ways.

Topher from the Broadway version would also relate to Hugh Dancy's Char from Ella Enchanted, because they're both orphans who were sheltered from the world and treated like puppets by their villainous regents, until their respective Ellas opened their eyes and helped them step into their power.

Meanwhile, Montalbán's Christopher would also bond with the many other Princes who share his "rebellious bird in a cage" aspect. (To quote @ariel-seagull-wings' phrase.) These include Richard Chamberlain's Prince Edward from the Slipper and the Rose, Prince Niccolo from A Tale of Cinderella, Prince Theodore from Alma Deutscher's opera, Prince Sebastian from the Lloyd Webber musical, Nicholas Galitzine's Prince Robert from the Kay Cannon musical, Prince Charles from Cinderella Monogatari, the Prince from Three Wishes for Cinderella, and of course Prince Henry from Ever After. The two Princes from German Christmastime TV, Max Felder's Prince Leonhard from Märchenperlen and Florian Bartholomai's Prince Viktor from Sechs auf einein Streich, can join them too, because they're also fun-loving slackers who don't always like their royal duties.

That said, while all these boys complain about their lack of freedom, some of them are more mature and dutiful than others. I think most of them might find Charles from the anime to be a little too mischievous, while even Charles might find the Three Wishes Prince too rude, and they all might find Henry to be too spoiled and classist at first. (Yet Henry himself might also find the Three Wishes Prince too rude – he at least has standards from the start about treating a lady with chivalry.)

Meanwhile, the other Prince Henry, played by Matthew Broderick in Faerie Tale Theatre, and Robin Ward's Prince Arthur from the Muppets' Hey, Cinderella!, would get along well because they're both such sweet, adorkable goofballs.

Prince Charming from Massenet's opera, Aleksey Kornovsky's Prince from the 1947 Russian version, and most of the Princes from the early silent films would probably be fast friends, because they're all such innocent, hopelessly romantic "Romeo" types. But I think most of the other, "manlier" Princes might be slightly turned off by their melodramatic pining for love – they could empathize with the yearning, but would find the moping, crying, and fainting to be a little too much. Though some of the more mischievous Princes would probably find it amusing and could become Mercutio-like friends to these Romeo Princes – especially to Kornovsky's Prince, because he has a mischievous streak too.

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Belle wandered through the dark castle going from corridor to corridor searching for Rumple. Sure she could have just called him with a “dark one i summon thee,” but ‘searching’ for him was a good excuse to read. As she wandered she managed to sneak a paragraph of Her Handsome Hero when she could. Wandering through the great Hall she soon found a flicker of light off to the side, unable to resist the temptation she followed it finding a lone candle floating in the air. She followed this until it came upon another and lit its wick. The process continued on and on until she was outside near the woods nearby.

Soon the candles spread out around her as she saw a cauldron of something bubbling and Rumple presiding over some magic. “Welcome Belle heehhe !” he tittered, flourishing his hands in a made Belle quirk up an eyebrow in questioning disapproval. “And what sort of dark magic are you cooking up this time?” “The only thing dark out here, besides me, is this cauldron. Besides, this is grey.” He added dryly. “Try it, it’s delicious i promise” He said dipping her finger into the large pot and offering her some. “Mmm you’re right, it is very good” Belle gushed enthusiastically. She looked up, enjoying the light snowfall that came down around them. “Come on Rumple let’s make snow angels”  she yelled cheerfully as she flopped back onto the snow spreading her arms and legs out around. She managed to make a few angels before Rumple had gotten up and started to trudge around. He stood motionless for a moment considering whether or not he should go through with wanting to look ridiculous. Belle encouraged him by balling up a bit of snow into a snow ball and making a small pile of ammunition at her feet. She let one fly as Rumple casually stepped to the side catching the projectile. “Hey! No future sight! That’s cheating!” Belle grumbled “Ugh fine!” Rumple agreed. Soon they each ran off in opposite directions and built up their fortifications. Rumpel built a small mound of snow for protection while Belle ducked behind a tree. She managed to get one good shot hitting him square in the face. He looked at her dumbfounded and was unable to form words for a few minutes overcome by the shock. Gathering his wits and two great armfuls he built a giant snowball. Rumple prepared to hurl it at her before being bombarded by a barrage of small snowballs in rapid succession, making him drop the large chunk of snow on top of his own head. Belle laughed gleefully seeing him look so ridiculous. After letting the snow settle around them Belle gazed out at the solid lake dancing in the light of the candles that floated above it providing small pools of light. Rumple noticed her longingly staring out into the distance and magiced on some skates for them to use as he led her out onto the ice. They enjoyed lazily skating around the pools of light. Belle did a few spins. Rumple skated and used his magic to help him stay upright and not put too much pressure on his leg. Belle soon became drawn to the sound of birds chirping around them in the trees. She spread some bird feed onto the ground. Rumple delighted in seeing the way they flocked to her. Rumple knelt down to lightly pet one of the birds but it jumped away. Belle guided his hands down to the ground placing a small pile of seed into his cupped hands. Soon a small red bird jumped into his hands and he smiled at Belle with delight as he held the small delicate creature.

— TWENTY EIGHT YEARS LATER —