petitsdieu​:

She’s unsure if he’s playing with her but she chooses to accept his words at face value. Even her, with her careless ways, knows better than to mess with a pirate’s temper. And that she shouldn’t get too comfortable with his current friendliness. Still, despite all the precautions, she is intrigued by the idea of having dinner with a pirate. “Thank you.” She accepts his comments, warmly. “I don’t believe I’ve ever met a pirate before.” He wasn’t what she expected a pirate would be. “And I am very curious. I will accept your dinner offer. I haven’t the slightest clue where to go. Do you?”

Westley was a lot of things, but dishonest was not one of his traits. Forward and forthright, he vowed to make an honest living by taking from the scum of the Earth. When he approached the dame, he didn’t have a single ill intention in mind. Why else would he offer most of his coins? It wasn’t like he didn’t have another purse on his persons to fulfill what he needed. Scouting for more crew could wait for now. His mission was food with the young lady. “You’re quite welcome.” He sang out. “Not many have lived to tell the tale, but you're very safe from any harm that may be inflicted.” Not knowing her name, he couldn’t help to wonder to himself. Then again, he made no move to really introduce himself. “Where there is a port, there be a tavern. I believe it’s up in the upper parts of the city. Shall we?” He offered his arm to her so he could guide them along.

Robin Wright & Cary Elwes | The Princess Bride (1987) “I loved that it was about true love and that she would never give up and nor would Westley. You always dream about as a little girl but I never stopped dreaming about that.” - Robin Wright

storitale​:

“You’d be surprised. One would think she grew up in the court, but that is far from the truth. Gwen used to tend to the Lady Morgana before well … I’m sure you’ve heard some of that story. I can explain later when we’re not in the hall.” If Belle was here to stay, which she did not know, Sayuri was sure that the woman was going to want to catch up on her environment. “I expect you will be a beloved Queen in that case. And it is an honor as such to tend to you, Your Highness.” Sayuri knew to be polite, but she could help but want to be her friend. Maybe there was something more there, however. “Perhaps your father could visit if you’ve been here for a time? Camelot would benefit from delightful soups in the winter.” Soon she was guiding the young woman though the palace and toward her chambers, which were nearly as grande as the Kings. If Arthur had not been married, she was sure Belle would have been paired off with him instead.

“Really?” She was a bit shocked at the queen having such mere beginnings. It would explain why she was so welcoming in the letter that was sent to her before she appeared in court and before Merlin sent one. “You would be surprised how little I know. My village really didn’t get gossip. I stuck to reading books and staying out of the square with other girls. I was an odd girl.” Hoping her papa would join her here in Camelot, she was waiting until Odin left to write the letter. With his trinkets and gadgets, he was bound to get a good customer base here. He wouldn’t have to struggle so much with her helping him. Maybe he would even set a shop up. The thought excited her. “I hope so. So much needs to be done from what I read. Cornwall seems so... behind.” Shaking her head. “Please, just call me Belle.” Her cheeks flushed when she corrected her gently. She wasn’t used to formal titles and didn’t know if Sayuri would be opposed. “Oh indeed. I was thinking of inviting him. He would love the market. See, he’s an inventor and a smart one. He’s always making new gadgets. I have one with me if you want to see it.” It was a music box he made for her. It had a small princess that danced in a similar yellow dress she was given. The garment had been his wife’s. Coming to her chambers, her eyes went a bit wide. It was larger than her father’s cottage.

Emma Watson as Belle in Beauty and the Beast (2017), dir. Bill Condon

ofteaandmagic​:

This wasn’t her idea, no, it was definitely Merlin’s–who had brought the idea to Arthur himself. So was it really Arthur’s idea instead? Honestly it was hard to say, mainly because the very thought was doing nothing as they’d both gone up the hard stone hallway of the castle. All that Mellie could bring herself to do, mainly as other thoughts raced around instead of the blood in her veins; clearly she was nervous about this situation and choose to be mute for the time being. Unless, of course she was directly spoken to. Once in the room, she curtsied upon being addressed by the princess, of whom she couldn’t remember her name. Something with a ‘B’ sounded correct, but Mellie didn’t want to start assuming things right off the bat. At least the princess seemed kind, like Merlin described and apparently tired. Perhaps this wasn’t the best time for her to have come in?

Her eyes went over to the woman, questionably but silent. Slumping against the door frame, she thought it was exhausting doing chores around her father’s village. She much rather deal with that. Though she would never tell Merlin that because he might fight her on the mere fact, he served Arthur. True, the prince was a hand full. So she could see where he came from, but still. At least he knew what was expected of him. She rather be a servant. Not a princess. Back at home, she could bury herself in a book. Now she had books about etiquette.

They were dull. Frankly, when she was reading last night, she fell asleep. How could anyone read anything of that nature? She would need to ask Arthur how he got through them. Closing the door, she turned to the servant. Having no idea what to ask for her, she just shuffled back to the table. The blasted book still laid open. “Mellie is it?” Glancing over to the female, she asked once more. “You can call me Belle. No need for lady or your highness. I’m just a person like everyone else.”

Emma Watson as Belle Beauty and the Beast (2017) dir. Bill Condon

ashortdropandasuddenstop​:

“Bold of you to assume I’m fond of loss.. ” he snaped. Instantly that sword was colliding with the unknown pirate in black.  The clash of blade against blade. Norrington was broad and strong at that intimidating height of 6'1.   His skill with a blade only matched by William Turner.  He would not be a push over.

“By the looks of you, I would be throughly surprised otherwise.” The slightly taller man made the first strike and Westley was able to hold his guard without really much effort. When he had been taken prisoners by the pirates five years ago, he made it his duty to learn everything he could about fencing. So to say he was not ill-equipped was an understatement and probably could match both Mr. Turner and the Commodore. “My. Say good form.” Roberts said to him with a smirk. If he knew anything about the Dread Pirate Roberts, he would know he went after criminals and other pirate, not innocent people. 

I can't find it anymore, but there was a part going around that basically asked if you were trapped in a room with 3 men that you trusted, who would they be.

I finally found my answer.

It's these 3 absolutely wholesome morons and the one braincell they share.

thelonewendwater​:

Foreign ships were a rarity around these parts. Being so high and farther up north from the popular ports was a blessing and also a curse. It meant that an attack by sea was unlikely but access to imported goods became more expensive when they had to travel even further to reach them. The storms had diverted ships to stay in the southern parts of Westeros which would obviously make things a lot harder to get, but that was okay as Wendale had stores to last them through long winters so a storm was nothing to worry about.

This storm was a longer and stronger one than expected, but Wendale held very well during the strong winds and rain. As it settled, the guards and people appeared from behind the safety of their doors to continue their day to day chores. Mariela too appeared upon the battlements to gauge the damage, if any, thar was caused by the storm.

Instead she saw the ship in the distance and the smaller boat coming towards the shore. She told several guards who were immediately were on red alert, some moved to the gate while others took their positions around the battlements. Mariela made her father aware before the two waited for news in the courtyard.

Sending a scout ahead to make it known they did not wish to engage in any hostile actions, Roberts stayed with his crew at the small beach. The wind hit him in his face. Thankful for his mask on his face, he put his arms on his hips waiting for them to make a crude camp. “Captain, what is Wind Ale?” Westley about put his gloved hand on his face. The older man could barely read, so he gave him that. Most of his crew were illiterate. Made for fewer questions, when he raided other pirates or criminals, they made their coin off of. “Does that mean they have ale?” Staring at him as he blinked, Roberts gave him a dumbfound look. “No. Smit, it says When - dale, not Wind Ale. It’s a place and not one on any map I have seen.” The other made an oh and then scratched his head. “Does that mean they have no ale?” Giving him a look, he shook his head. “No, Smit. They don’t have ale.” several of his crew whined, and he cast him a don’t argue gaze, causing them to quickly to go back to work. 

Wondering where his scout was, he tilted his head to look up at the stairs. It never took him this long. Wondering if he got into any trouble, he sighed. Westley might have to go after the lad. Waving at his crew, he told them to stay put. Climbing the steps up, he soon saw a castle looming over head. His hand steadied on his sword. One given to him by his friend. It aided him in many adventures. 

Coming closer, a guard yelled at him to stop. Holding both hands up, Westley didn’t give up his weapon. “I mean no harm. It’s just me and my men might be a little lost. Can you tell me exactly where this Wendale is? I’ve never seen it on any map.” He explained as one guard ran off to tell the owner. 

@thelonewendwater asked for a starter.

"Land ho!" One crew member yelled after the storm calmed. What Roberts didn't know was he and his ship had went through something of a magic portal. The coordinates he was reading was off and so were the compasses. Nothing seemed right.

The land hovering near was their only hope of restocking the much needed supplies they needed. Ordering for his crew to dock, he waited until they got close enough to get a scout team together. Naturally, the captain would go with them. Maybe they would get the name of this mysterious land mass.

Abroad the small boat, he watched as his ship grew more distant. Westley was sitting at the end as the others rowed to the cliff side. There was a beach they could make their base as he and a few others would go venturing around.

Finally, they made it to land and his feet were firmly back on solid ground. There laid a worn sign near some rock stairs. Up above, he could see a compound of sorts. Wendale. He read. Interesting. It was not a place he had ever seen on his maps.

The Princess Bride (1987)

mockingjaybroken​:

Octavia tried to prevent Katniss from going at Christian, only to get yanked forward by her instead as Katniss snapped. “You speak of pain as if you’re the only one suffering the weight of the world?! I would sooner die than go on that stage! I never wanted to be here! I never wanted this life! I was trying to provide for my family but now my family is dead and I’m stuck in this place I hate; to be nothing more than a singing, dancing slave for an audience that will never care so long as they’re entertained! I spit on you. I spit on your story. You are no better than the man who owns me!”

The sudden, hard slap Katniss received by the owner caused Octavia to release her out of surprise, leaving Katniss to her own devices, failing to catch herself as she dropped to the floor in a daze. Whatever the owner began screaming at her about after, she couldn’t hear. Her ears were ringing, and the one on the side his hand connected with hurt terribly enough that she couldn’t even cradle it properly.

“You brought this on yourself, you insolent girl! I raised you out of the gutter and I can send you right back there! You will die the poor, unstable filth that you are if you keep defying me, do you understand?!”

Visibly shaking from the pain by that point, still too dazed to be able to focus, Katniss couldn’t comprehend the man’s words and didn’t react at all when he reared his hand back to slap her again for ignoring him.

His eyes just went a bit wide when she came at him. No, she didn’t know about the Duke, who tried to kill them both. Though he was not above her suffering. Frankly, he put everyone else above him. That included Katniss, who insisted on snapping at him instead of learning more about him. Seemed they both had pre justices. Normal, really. Human, actually. Holding tightly to the papers in his hands like this life depended on it, he managed to slip them into his bag protectively as she spat at him. 

What he wasn’t expecting was for the star to land on her backside from the owner's slap. Was that how he treated his workers? He didn’t mean for this to happen and just froze in place as the man yelled at her. Not wanting any part of this, he went to stand in front of the singer to prevent her from being hit again. He had reared his palm back to smack her. Holding his hands out, the writers shook his head. Looking over his shoulder, he saw her shaking. Was it pain? Fear? “I’m truly sorry for what you have gone through and do not wish that even on my own worse enemy. No one should be treated like a slave.” Eyes darting to the owner, he crossed his arms now. “If you wish me to work with you, then you will never lay a hand or berate her again. Am I clear?”

Being stronger since having dealt with the Duke and Satine’s father, he didn’t want to see anyone going through what his former lover did. It pained him to think that the musical world was full of this treatment. All he wanted was to see his story... Satine’s story... their story to come to life. 

Moulin Rouge! (2001), dir. Baz Luhrmann

demurc​:

{ ❦ } ~ She did not blame him in the slightest for being distrustful of her & her being here. Though she did everything she could to not stick out, she somehow always ended up on someone’s radar somehow. She witnesses how he further arms himself, closing her eyes to gather herself & her wits about herself; just because she was being compliant did not mean she was not terrified to no end. When she again looks at him, she moves her attention to over his shoulder; this is not a sign she is being dishonest, he was just making her severely uncomfortable, & it was much more the eye contact than the knives he wielded. She feels herself begin to tremble, but she swallows the lump in her throat as she speaks. “ I a—assure y—you, I mean no h—harm. “ she begins, thinking of a way to explain this. “ I h–have the a—abili—ability to t—tra—travel d—dim—dimensions, to … i—influe—influence e—emo—emotions … “ she conveys, though there is more to it. She is just not sure how much he wishes to know, or if when she gives the whole of the story, if he would even believe her in the first place. She has nothing to protect herself, so if he does plan on attacking, she would be an easy target. ~{ ❦ }

The alley way he had claimed as his hunting ground was close by. Tobias flicked one knife against his leg, semi annoyed. She seemed to be caught off guard by him. Most were. Some even called him intimidating. Eaton trusted fewer after his love, Tris died. His father, Marcus, was a piece of work. Which was why he left Idris to begin with. Knowing he pledged himself as a Shadow Hunter at eighteen, they probably would be looking for him. Why he kept a low profile and hunted quietly. If he was smart, he wouldn’t do that. His warehouse where he slept wasn’t far off. He slept in a room that had locks he placed on it. Only he could enter. For now, he was homeless. Not a penny to his name. Four was smart enough not to use any credit cards. Everything he did was in cash. He couldn’t leave a paper trail. 

Eyeing her, he listened to her story; her reasoning. Warlock... No witch came to mind. “Fine. I believe you, but it doesn’t explain why you are out in a dangerous part. Demons are known to come here. Not every safe.” Putting his blades back in their spots on his forearms, he slid them into their holders. Tobias didn’t relax, he could never. “Where do you live? I can escort you back in case one sensed you.”

“They’ve taken the castle!”

storitale​:

Everything was chaos. The Dearborns had decided against allowing Alec to lead and thus in turn, the New York Institute declared themselves broken off from Idris. It was not difficult for Clary herself, she was not attached to Idris like the rest were since she had not grown up there, but it made it incredibly difficult for herself and Jace to lead the Institute. He was currently out, running errands or rather, taking his frustrations out on demons. Their relationship had been rocky ever since, he would hardly talk to her and it hurt. She flicked her eyes up at the clearing of a throat, too distracted from her paperwork and her thoughts to have noticed him before. Oh, he was handsome, but someone she did not recognize. However, she did notice the runes, so there was no worries about a mundane having snuck into the Institute, though that shouldn’t be possible to begin with.

Moving aside some of the paperwork, Clary gestured for him to come in. “You must be new, I’ve never seen you around here before. What can I do for you?”

Tobias didn’t hear details. Only that they were exiled, and to him that was perfect. He was never one for the politics of Idris. All he wanted to do was fight and live his life without having to answer to his father. Eaton still believed in their cause. Keeping the mundanes safe was high on his life, but he did doubt his actions after Tris died. His heart was on lock. Knowing he couldn’t give it freely, he stopped caring about his safety. A man with nothing to loose was a dangerous one indeed. Clearing his throat seemed to do the job. The redhead who was rather beautiful in her way, looked up towards him as he pushed off the frame of the door and walked inside as he was gestured forward. He knew his runes were a dead giveaway. One spell had them hidden only for mundane’s eyes. Shadowhunters and other kinds could see them. 

“My name is Four, and I just came from Idris. I don’t want to do anything with them and heard you guys just got axed. So I guess that makes you stuck with me.” Tobias didn’t give his Shadow Hunter name just yet and knew the question would be asked sooner or later. 

MERLIN: GOBLIN’S GOLD

stcrforged​:

the older woman had been awake for several hours, watching over the stranger, wishing that he would be better soon. it was a MIRACLE that she hadn’t fallen asleep yet. she was not young anymore and not being able to sleep for almost a day was exhausting, but the sudden words brought her back from whatever thoughts she was wandering in.

june smiled softly at the other, a kind gleam resting in her grey eyes. “ be CAREFUL, my dear. you hit your head pretty bad. ” with a graceful sway of one of her hands, a wind of silver dust appeared in the air, carrying a glass of water. “ i would recommend not doing any sudden movements, otherwise you might get dizzy. ” the WITCH reached out for the glass, only to offer it to the man a second later. “ to answer your question, you are currently at my farm, my home, in scotland and i’m dr. june grace but some also know me as the grey witch, silverbane and witch of the north. now dear, would you like something to eat? you must be starving! ”

Quentin took a moment to stir. The demon he fought had knocked him around like a rag doll. A hand went to his temple as his eyes opened and went to sit up. Wincing, his brown eyes fell on the older lady in the corner. The sorcerer stared before he asked where he was. Rubbing the corner of his forehead, he stopped as she told him not too.

“Where am I?” He didn’t remember how he got there. Q saw the silver dust and his eyes went wide. She had magic? It just seemed different from his own. Xavier had heard of others living their lives out of the sanctum before, but he never met one til now. “The demon.... It is alive?” The mutant was more concerned with the havoc it would cause his former home of London. He had stayed there for a while, learning the arts from the Mystics. Taking the water, he glanced at the glass. Nothing was floating in it. The telepath normally did not just trust someone he met, but she seemed relatively harmless. Still, he found himself reaching out to sense if she did have any ill will. None was. Taking a drink finally, he listened. Only when Scotland was mentioned did he choke. “Scotland? Like the country? How did I get here?. I ... can’t remember.” Shaking his head, he regretted the movement. “No. I need to get word to my friends and tell them I’m alright. I need to make sure this demon doesn’t cause more harm.”