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rowanrabbit · 2 years
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There was once a beautiful princess who was engaged to a prince from a faraway land. The match was arranged from their birth, and the princess’s whole young life was spent preparing for the marriage. But when she finally met the prince, only a week before their wedding, she found him intolerably arrogant and cruel.
“I would rather marry the devil,” she said to herself, and that night, a devil appeared at her bedroom window.
He swept into the room on a gust of air and stood there as tall as the ceiling, a great big beast with long sharp claws and teeth, wide leathery wings and a tail that whipped back and forth with feral excitement. He fell to his knees on the floor before her, and took her little hands in his.
“I’ve come to steal you away,” he said.
“To where?” demanded the princess.
He scooped her up in his enormous arms. “To my castle,” he said with his fangs at her ear.
He took her to the open window and launched back into the night, catching the air with his powerful wings and carrying the princess away.
They flew through the night for many miles, until they came to a beautiful palace carved from soft white stone, its spiraling towers gleaming with moonlight against the dark mountains. They went in through a tall tower window and landed in a bedroom decorated with dark wood and soft white silks. The devil laid the princess down on a soft bed, where she fell asleep.
The next morning she woke up alone in the beautiful room, and waited for the devil to come to her, which he did before long.
“How did you know that I wanted you last night?” she asked.
“The devil always comes when he is called,” he replied. “I’ve brought you here to make you my bride, lovely one. Will you accept?”
“I will accept,” said the princess, “but only if you court me according to the customs of my people.”
“Tell me what I must do,” said the devil.
“On the first night,” said the princess, “you must bring me a beautiful jewel.”
“It will be done,” said the devil, but just then, there came the sounds of a commotion outside. They went to the window and saw an army of a hundred men at the castle gates, led by the cruel and arrogant prince.
“He’s come to take you back,” said the devil.
“Don’t let him,” said the princess.
“Yes, my lady,” said the devil. He spread his wide wings and flew down from the tower window to meet the men at the gates. All day long, the princess watched through the window as they did battle. The human men were no match for the devil’s terrible claws and teeth. By sunset he had driven them all away. The princess was glad, but she saw that he’d had no time to collect any jewels for her.
“Where is my jewel?” she asked coyly, when the devil returned to her room.
“Here it is, beautiful one,” said the devil. In his hands was a perfect round orange that he’d plucked from a tree in the garden, with a dark green leaf still attached. He peeled it open in his great claws to reveal the segments of soft flesh, faceted and sparkling like gems. The princess was delighted, and she allowed the devil to feed her the soft sweet slices.
He returned to her the next morning, ready for his second task.
“What next, my lady?” he asked.
“On this second night,” said the princess, “you must serenade me with a beautiful song.”
“It will be done,” said the devil, but just then, there was another great commotion at the castle gates. They went to the window and saw that the prince had returned with an army of a thousand men.
“So many this time…” said the princess.
“I won’t let them take you,” the devil said to her. He leapt out the bedroom window and flew down to face the army of men. All day long, the princess sat at the window and watched the ferocious battle taking place. This time the devil summoned mighty winds full of dust and hale, and jets of fire that shot up out of the earth, and he cut through through shields and armor with fiery swords. By the end of the day, he had driven the army away yet again. The princess was very impressed, but she knew he’d had no time to tune his instruments or practice his songs.
“Where are your instruments?” she asked, when the devil returned to her room.
“Let me take you to them,” he said, and gathered her up in his arms. He leapt out of the window with her—a thing the princess was somehow getting used to—and they flew away from the castle, to a hidden gorge tucked between two mountains, where a little winding brook burbled through a meadow of soft grass spotted with trees.
The devil set the princess down on her feet in the grass.
“I see nothing,” she said.
“You must listen,” said the devil.
She listened, and she noticed that the chuckling babble of the brook was almost like a soft little song, and the crickets hidden in the grass all around were rubbing their legs together like bows on strings, like a tiny little orchestra. And when the wind blew, it whooshed deeply through the walls of the gorge, rustling the leaves of the trees, and every so often an owl hooted too. It was as lovely as music, and they stood together listening for most of the night, until the devil carried her back to the bedroom so she could sleep.
He returned to her the next morning. “What must I do next?” he said.
“This is the final night of our courting,” she said, "and you must prepare a grand feast.”
“It will be done,” said the devil. But they both listened for the telltale sounds of swords and marching feet, and heard them, and going to the window they saw that the prince had arrived at the gates once again, leading an army of ten thousand men.
“Let them take me back,” said the princess, looking over the vast army. "You'll be hurt."
“Don’t be afraid,” said the devil, “for I cannot be felled by mortal men.” He went out through the window and flew to meet the oncoming army. And as he flew he grew, twenty feet tall, fifty feet, one hundred, one thousand feet tall, until he landed on the battlefield with a thunderous crash, towering over the terrified army. Many men turned and fled right then. But the arrogant prince would not be dissuaded, and he led the remaining men against the beast. Their swords and arrows were practically useless, their horses were wild with terror, and their morale drained away like sand through a sieve.
The battle finally ended in the evening. The prince had limped away in secret, defeated for the final time. Many men lay dead, while those still living scattered into the mountains. The devil slowly returned to his original size, lying down in the dirt among the dead, unharmed but exhausted from his great transformation. The princess left the palace and went to him, and took his large clawed hand in hers.
“Forgive me, lovely one,” he said, “for I have prepared no feast for you.”
“No?” asked the princess, looking around. Hundreds of ravens had descended upon the battlefield, already tearing into the fresh corpses, and wolves and lions were emerging from the woods to join them. “I think the feast is already under way,” said the princess, “and the guests are enjoying it very much.”
The devil laughed wickedly at that. “I think you might be a bit of a devil yourself,” he said. They were married on the next evening, and they are still living happily to this day.
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doctorkinktraveller · 11 months
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motley-cunt · 4 months
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the-nation-of-today · 11 months
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+more under the cut because I can't control myself
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sandushengshou · 2 years
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Wang Yue & Demon Zi | The Journey of Chong Zi
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ariannafraserwrites · 27 days
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I’m thrilled to announce Sin & Snowflakes: A Mafia Romance Anthology! I’ll be contributing my upcoming novella “A Very Krampus Christmas- A MacTavish Mafia Christmas Disaster.” There’s some outrageously talented authors here, like @lucymonroeromance @authorlandryhill @janehenryauthor @authorcatecwells and more! Sin & Snowflakes is live on Amazon on December 6th- preorder your copy here: bit.ly/3T5FQ9d
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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year
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Thinking about a soft!dark series where four old families (incredibly old family/old money) have isolated themselves from the general population (because they are either beasts/creatures or because they are enhanced/altered by something like super-solider serum) and the four heirs to these powerful families are ready to have their own families
Under the guise of free trips to a private resort they have, the four heirs lure people in to visit so they can have their choice or bride
They take their time to choose and more often than not the visiting women vacation, they stay for a few days and leave without incident, until the right women come along and aren’t allowed to leave
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danime25 · 4 months
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My absolute shitpost comprehensible to me and @cowbutches alone
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une-sanz-pluis · 7 months
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It was Gaunt who arranged Henry's marriage. The object of his attentions was Mary, the co-heiress to Humphrey de Bohun, earl of Hereford, Essex and Northampton, who had died at the age of thirty in January 1373, leaving no sons, two underage daughters, and a very substantial inheritance. The elder daughter, Eleanor (born in 1366), was married to Gaunt's brother, Thomas of Woodstock, earl of Buckingham, probably in 1374. What now happened to Mary (born in 1369–70) was naturally a matter of considerable interest to Buckingham. As long as she remained single, the entire Bohun inheritance would fall to him; were she to marry, he would be obliged to share it with her husband. Inconveniently, other duties now deflected his attention. On 3 May 1380, he indented with the king and council to lead an expedition to Brittany with a retinue of 5,000 men. During the following two months he did what he could to ensure that the Bohun patrimony did not slip from his grasp during his absence: on 8 May he obtained a royal grant of the custody of Mary's share of the inheritance during her minority; on 22 June Eleanor came of age and Thomas performed his fealty to the king for his wife's share of the lands. Shortly before leaving he even took the precaution of bringing Mary to stay with her sister at Pleshey castle (Essex), where he arranged for her to be instructed by nuns with the intention that she should join the order of St Clare. According to Froissart, ‘the young lady seemed to incline to their doctrine, and thought not of marriage’. Hopeful of having ensured the integrity of his inheritance, Buckingham shipped his troops to Calais and, on 24 July 1380, set out with his army on a campaign from which he would not return for nine months. No sooner had he done so than Gaunt made his move. Three days after his brother's crossing, he secured a royal grant of Mary's marriage, ‘for marrying her to his son Henry’, and shortly after this induced her mother, Joan countess of Hereford, to spirit her away from Pleshey and take her to Arundel, where the young couple were rapidly betrothed. They were married on 5 February 1381 in a service held at Countess Joan's manor of Rochford (Essex). The connivance of the king and council, who would have been aware of the blow this inflicted on Buckingham, is a measure of the financial and political leverage Gaunt exercised in Richard II's minority government. Gaunt attended and presented Mary with a ruby, as well as paying for the festivities; Henry's sisters, Philippa and Elizabeth, each gave their new sister-in-law a goblet and ewer. The king and Edmund earl of Cambridge (Gaunt's younger, and Buckingham's older, brother) may also have been there, for ten royal minstrels and four of Cambridge's minstrels received gratuities from Gaunt for enlivening the proceedings. There was nothing hasty or clandestine about the wedding.
Chris Given-Wilson, Henry IV (Yale University Press, 2016)
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onedivinemisfit · 2 years
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05. Stolen
Yeah I uuh messed up this time. It had to happen sometime, considering how these are all impulse arts XD well, better luck to me next time~
AnS (c) Akizuki Sorata
Art: Me
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motley-cunt · 11 months
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there’s like no reason for him to be doing this. Why does he do these things.
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Our Andy who art in Heaven hallowed be thy tiddies or however it goes
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bagheerita · 3 months
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I find Weyoun irritating and I spent the first 20 minutes of the episode distracted, playing "why do I know your face" with Doctor Giger (I thought it was because he reminds me of Eddington, with his brown shirt and receding hairline, but it's because he's the dude from SG1 "Scorched Earth"), so I was surprised by how much I enjoyed "In the Cards." Jake and Nog's predicament only gets funnier when it should probably be annoying, but Giger's commitment to the bit is hilarious, and even when they all get hijacked by Weyoun they make a character I don't like do something that reminds me of The Princess Bride so it's all good. And while it doesn't progress linearly in the same way, the whole doing favors in exchange for stuff storyline reminded me of Nonny Hogrogian's One Fine Day, one of my favorite books as a kid.
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