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“ i’ll keep you safe. ” (from Odette for Alise)

Alise's cry still echoed against the walls, little fingers trembled as they tightened their grip on the blankets. The memory of ash still filled her lungs... the heat against her skin.. the sound of the beam falling... the crackle of the flames.

Now there was a different sort of warmth around her.. a pair of arms instead of fire. A gentle voice- her Mama's voice. Alise didn't speak, just leaned into the promise like a lifeline.

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Adora grinned, delighted at being included. The child did as instructed, lifting her skirt just so. She'd seen other fine young ladies dance, and though it wasn't the same as dancing outside with the birds, it did look fun!

"Like this?" She asked, ever the eager pupil. When one could be stuck in bed at any moment, one simply had to take advantage of any opportunity to learn something new.

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Alise’s friends

Aside from Lucas, Alise does have a group of friends in the castle.  first there’s Maria- a noble girl with dark hair and blue eyes. She’s older than Alise by three years, but this only served as motivation to adopt the princess as an unofficial little sister. Because of the unusual circumstances surrounding the princess, Maria and two of her sisters were invited to share in her lessons, and to show Alise the ropes, so to speak. She’s chatty, usually eager to share gossip whether Alise wants to hear it or not. A friendly, sweet tempered girl- it was easy for Alise to trust in her.

Next is Robin, a little boy sent to be a page when Alise was thirteen. A shy creature with red curls and emerald eyes- poor thing was shaking when Alise came upon him. Much like what Maria had done with her, Alise took Robin on as a surrogate little brother- offering him comfort and a sweet when she came upon him. She tries to seek him out when he’s not performing his duties, and he tries to find excuses to see the Princess on his way to run his errands. 

Then there’s the squires and apprentices that tend to seek her out when they’re not on duty. Alise is something of a fairytale come to life for the little ones, and a friend to the older ones. She’s always very open with those younger than herself, coaxing and comforting. She never makes them feel less than, or like babies if they’re homesick. She’s happy to play them a song, or tell them a story if she has the time. Some of their parents know her from before her adoption, and seeing her grow has only endeared her to them- and by extension their children. 

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“I don’t know about that.” Asteria chuckled as amusement danced in ancient eyes. Ella was a kind girl, she had a hidden strength of character all her own. It pained the amazon to see others try to snuff it out. Asteria couldn't turn every human heart, but if she could make a difference in just one in this generation, she'd consider it a success.

"Nonsense, it's far too late for you to still be up." She chided, as her practiced fingers moved swiftly- but not so swift that it couldn't be passed for skill alone. "You go on and rest Ella, I'll have these done in no time."

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Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

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FANTASY SETTINGS / LOCATIONS PROMPTS *  fantasy location based prompts for starters, adjust as necessary

[ 01 ] under the shelter of an ancient oak tree in the depths of a dark forest

[ 02 ] a rickety bridge hanging over a massive waterfall

[ 03 ] a tiny village bakery, the shelves stocked with freshly baked goods

[ 04 ] standing beside a massive magical portal. who knows where it might lead?

[ 05 ] the darkest depths of a dragon's lair, gold glittering at your feet

[ 06 ] a vast, empty field with a bright blue sky overhead

[ 07 ] the space between two shelves stuffed with magical tomes and old leatherbound journals

[ 08 ] a rowdy village tavern crowded with drunk, singing patrons

[ 09 ] a winding path in the dark that leads to nowhere

[ 10 ] the crumbling remains of a burnt-out homestead

[ 11 ] another realm, unknown to you, the lights bright enough to blind you

[ 12 ] a tiny tent in the middle of the woods, the fading embers of your campfire still glowing just outside the door

[ 13 ] a tidy apothecary shop crowded with labeled jars and bowls of supplies

[ 14 ] the fiery lair of your mortal enemy

[ 15 ] the hallowed halls of an ancient sanctuary, stone walls covered in vines and light peeking in through cracks in the ceiling

[ 16 ] a civilized throne room, lanterns lit on the walls leading up to the throne itself

[ 17 ] a dewy meadow perfect for a picnic

[ 18 ] a valley packed with tents, knights , and weapons all readying themselves for a major battle

[ 19 ] a bright, snowy glen

[ 20 ] a strange village doused in darkness, the streets teeming with cloaked figures and suspicious individuals

[ 21 ] a chilly cave hidden behind a waterfall

[ 22 ] in the midst of a dangerous battle, bandits attacking from all sides

[ 23 ] at the foot of a massive, venerated shrine, one that's been forgotten by time and worn down with age

[ 24 ] a busy village market, shopkeepers shouting their prices and selling their wares to curious passerby

[ 25 ] a magical greenhouse with glowing plants and precious, healing herbs

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I really want to explore more of Asteria outside of the amazons… what was she doing throughout various historical periods.. people she knew, lives she’s touched etc.

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If it were humans, things would be simpler. Her daughter could blend in with them, she could defend herself against a human. In a crowd, no one would think twice of a young girl, Mal had no horns, no wings, no fangs to give her away. Only her heart would be at risk, at that was a risk Maleficent had known once before.

There had been peace between the Moors and the Humans once... a treaty put forth by Maleficent's own child. That treaty held for a time, longer than any before it. But as the humans conquered more of the earth, as their buildings scraped the sky, and smoke from their factories filled the air... the treaty, and the moorfolk were long forgotten. If some... most humans were destructive and greedy by nature... what did that say about the beings who'd created them? She could not travel with Mal, as she had with Aurora. she could not protect her from the horrors of everyday human life. What hope then, was there of protecting her from gods, powerful as they were?

"It's not the humans that worry me, but those who created them to begin with. You could easily defend yourself against a human.... but past our barrier, you will be vulnerable to the gods and their tricks. Worse still, the gods have enemies, and they would jump at the chance to either use you or hurt your father through you. It would matter little to them, that he doesn't know of you."

"You don't know that!" Could the woman not even see how far off from the truth she's gotten. "You haven't left the Moors in hundreds of years, Mother. They don't know we exist."

Mal was well aware of her mother's story, but she refused to believe the actions of a few bad people meant that all people out there were horrible. And, even if the entire world had been horrible the last time her mother roamed the Earth, there had still been hundreds of years. And she had trusted her first daughter to be out there.

"Either you don't trust me or you don't trust that you trained me well enough. Take your pick."

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Bad at Magic

For those whom it does not come naturally to

"I can cast it! Just give me a minute!"

"Why can't I do this? Why can't I do this?!"

"It shouldn't be this hard! Everyone else seems to find it easy enough..."

"All I wanted was to be a wizard, and now..?"

"Maybe I'm not cut out for magic."

"Everyone's blasting off spells left and right and I can barely cast fireball."

"Every movement is perfect, why isn't it working!"

"The Gods hate me."

"All that study, all that time... for nothing."

"Ow! Goddamnit! I burnt my fingertips again."

"Don't backfire please don't backfire please..."

"I've got this, I can do this, it's not going to hurt this time -"

"Am I getting the evocation wrong? Am I saying it badly?"

"I just don't know why it doesn't work."

"Every single time I do this it blows up in my face."

"Indocrinus - wait no that's not right -"

"I can feel the power coursing through me, then it just... fizzles out."

"The magic feels... wrong. To me."

"There are easier ways I could do this, but I want to do it right."

"I feel the pull of the dark magics. The ones that are... easy."

"Why is it so bad to use the shadows? They want me to use them."

"Magic won't obey me. I cannot force it to. Yet there is another..."

"Dark magic this, evil magic that. Its all magic, isn't it?"

"After all, why shouldn't I?"

"You can tell me it's bad all day but it's magic I can do!"

"I know I can control it, I know I can..."

"Just... help me. Please? I want to be good at this."

"I want to learn magic to help people! To do good!"

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Willful, hadn't she said that was her daughter's trouble? aurora had been willful but typically polite in her stubbornness... Mal, it seems took after her father. (despite what a certain bird would say). Could the child not see that they were better off in the Moors? Mal had friends here in the dark fey, in the children and a family. She had her mother and Diaval, which was far more than Maleficent had growing up.

"You are not safe there. The moment you cross the border, their kind will be able to sense you, and then what?" Against all odds, a daughter was born. As she told Aurora centuries ago... Maleficent's children were her heart, and her heart she guarded well. "Mal, they will kill you, at best. Or else lead you down one tragedy after another. If not them, then their enemies. For the gods have no shortage of them."

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@resolutevalor sent a meme!

npcs: Chris Pine, Glen Powel, Simone Ashley, Sophia Bush

Chris Pine: ... is it cheating to say Nic or Steve? Okay seeing as he's already in two universes, why not throw him in more? let's see... He's a very wealthy and influential wizard. Father of one of Billie's former classmates at Wiztech.

Glen Powell: Arthur Monet. A nobleman in Genovia's court and a friend of Nic's. One whose family felt his sister was "passed over" when the Prince married Helen Thermopolis. After the divorce, his father tried again to set her up with him. However, Phillipe eventually fell in love with another American, a pilot, Elizabeth Harrison. Now fourteen years later, he's a proud Uncle to three little girls.

Simone Ashley: Clio, An amazon, and one of the noncombatants on Themyscira. Though she, like all her people can fight with expertise in an emergency, she spends most of her days tutoring the young princesses

Sophia Bush: A young girl whose family were one of many to be connected to Asteria in some way. Be it through her various charities, her work with mutants, her rescues... In this case, she's the descendant of one of Asteria's adoptive children. Her family though her mother's side has always emphasized, compassion, and empathy. A family who always seems to have a mysterious benefactor when they need it most. Her college was paid for, and she went on to be a social worker.

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@verreprincesse said

To Elena: “I need to be able to trust you to tell me when you’re hurt.”

"I'm Sorry." Were it anyone else, Elena would've insisted she was fine. That she'd received far worse before. That a pained ankle was nothing- not compared to what could've happened had the spy gotten away. She couldn't do so with Queen Ella. Not when she owed this woman for being her voice; for being the first she'd summoned to help Sofia... her little one, her favorite.

"It's not that I was trying to hide it..." For the first time since taking back her kingdom. For the first time after being freed from her forty-one year imprisonment, Elena felt like a child again. No longer the mentor pulling the strings in silence to test little princesses. "It just.. seemed secondary to the greater goal."

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high pain tolerance starters

“[Name], you’re bleeding.”

“How long has it been like that?”

“Did you dislocate a finger?”

“You’re slurring.”

“They say you almost died. You left it that late.”

“You’re snapping. Headache again?”

“You’re in a bad mood. Are you in pain?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Hey, why are you walking like that?”

“That’s a lot of swelling.”

“Where did you get that bruise?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“When you say your pain’s ‘4 out of 10′, that’s a normal person’s ‘8 out of 10′. We’re going to the hospital.”

“How did you not notice?!”

“If it hurts, it hurts.”

“I know you can manage it, you just don’t *have* to.”

“Holy shit, how long have you had this?!”

“[Name]? [Name]! Hey!”

“We’re a team. You need to tell me about this sort of thing.”

“That’s … a lot of blood, is that - oh, fuck.”

“Hey! Hey! Stay awake, okay? Stay awake.”

“It would have been a lot easier to treat if you’d mentioned it sooner.”

“You can’t keep hiding this stuff.”

“I need to be able to trust you to tell me when you’re hurt.”

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I want to go home, but home doesn’t exist anymore. 

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"your sister, Majesty?" Elena pressed gently, her amber eyes watching as Isa pointed out an interesting portrait in the hall. Elena hoped she and Rapunzel would continue to be so carefree. Though at the moment she was Crown Princess, rather than Queen... Elena still had all of Avalor to consider. With the help of the Grand Council, it was Elena who ruled. Elena, that the resilient people looked to for protection, rather than need protection from her as they had Shuriki.

"... after our mother and father were killed... well, my abuela er- that is our grandmother, Luisa and I do our best to fill in for Isabel."

"As a person, I'm curious about that story, as a mother I'm not sure I want to know." Arianna said smiling a little when Elena talked about her younger sister, it was clear just how much she loved her sister.

"You remind me of me and my sister when we were young."

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VILLAINY — MANIPULATING

"Ungrateful…" "Calm yourself." "I did it for you." "I never said that." "You forced my hand." "Tell no one of this." "You always do this…" "Have you calmed down?" "Are you this sensitive?" "You know I care for you." "Are you certain of that?" "So you're leaving me…?" "You were told what to do." "You care about me, right?" "This is for your own good." "Are you trying to hurt me?" "You always side with them!" "Indulge me just this once." "So be it. Do what you want." "It was a joke. Lighten up." "I'm not perfect, no one is." "And you trust what they say?" "Look at what you made me do." "You'd be nowhere without me." "You should be more grateful." "I only want the best for you." "No one sees you as I see you." "They all conspire against you." "I'm sorry you feel that way…" "I warned you this would happen." "No one else had any objections." "Who would you trust, them or me?" "It is all in the past. Let it go." "Your trust in me will be rewarded." "Ah. I see. You're scared to do it." "If you'd just let me, I'd help you." "I don't know why I trust you at all." "This is what they would have wanted." "I urge you to reconsider your words." "You should know what you did. Think." "So you don't care about me, is that it?" "Please, I don't want to argue with you." "Forgive me, please, it won't happen again." "Other people have it much harder than you." "You let your emotions get the best of you." "It's not you I don't trust, but the others." "Are you incapable of following instructions?" "I may be the only person that cares for you." "Don't crawl back to me when things go south." "You should think your choices over carefully…" "I wouldn't do it like that… no, no, keep going." "Every time… it's always the same thing with you." "Your orders were simple, and yet… you disappoint." "It was nothing more than a lapse in my judgement." "I know you think that this is what you want, but it really isn't." "No, it is my fault, I should not have expected different from you."

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Due to the significance of the color, and its connection to her people, Asteria will often find a way to incorporate gold accents in her attire. Be it a bit of gold thread, a hair clip, or jewelry. Most notably… jewelry or other pieces made from the golden feathers that fell from her armor over the years. These she usually hides under coats or cloaks depending on the era, but you can sometimes see them peeking out.