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the-frostiest-of-flakes · 4 months

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Test Run

Fandom: rotbtd | Characters: Merida, Rapunzel, Hiccup, Jack Frost

Prompt(s): Merida, Favorite AU

Word count: 1851 | Warnings: None | Read on AO3

Summary: While giving her new gear a test run, Merida nearly dies and winds up meeting several budding heroes. Some more impressive than others.

Author's Note: I wrote this for the third week's prompts of the 2023 Big Four Fest, which were Merida and Favorite AUs. My favorite au is a very specific one by lucidorange on tumblr, and it's based around the larger superhero au. Unfortunately, the creator of the au deleted their tumblr account a while back, so everything I know about the au is thanks to the wayback machine and reblogs of the comic. (You can find part 1 here)

I tried to give the triplets more unique personalities while still staying in line with the au versions. I hope you enjoy!

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Merida DunBroch, daughter of the wildly successful owner and CEO of DunBroch Technologies, Fergus DunBroch, was doing her homework.

Or, that’s what she was supposed to be doing.

In reality, she was perched on a flat roof thirty stories up, the lights of the city shining like stars below her. It was beautiful, and the wind gently caressing her face only added to the serenity. Unfortunately, it was currently being ruined by multiple voices jabbering in her ear. Tuning back in, she found that they were still going on about features and safety and blah, blah, blah. Pretty much everything she didn’t care about.

“—and if you notice sparks, tell us immediately and drop the—”

“If you’re done yapping,” she interrupted, grip tightening on her bow, “I’m gonna take this gear for a spin now.”

“Be careful,” buzzed one of the three nearly identical voices in her ear. Her amazing sister-senses told her it was Hubert. “This is just a test run — we don’t know if there are any glitches with the suit or bow.”

A second voice — Hamish — piped up, “Not that there will be any, considering we made it.”

“Don’t encourage her,” Harris broke in.

Merida rose, a wolfish grin spreading across her face as she looked to the ground below. So, so far below. “When have I ever needed encouragement?”

Three matching groans reached her ears, but she barely heard them over the rush of wind as she stepped over the edge—

And started free-falling.

All she could hear was the roaring of air in her ears as it whipped strands of hair out of her ponytail and stole the breath from her lungs. Her gut was long gone, left behind on the rooftop. The city lights pulsed brighter, getting ever closer. To most this would be a nightmare. But to her…to her it was exhilarating.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end. Grasping an arrow from her quiver, she drew her bow, changing the setting to “Zipline” with a flick of her thumb. Ah, the beauty of having genius inventor brothers. Aiming for a nearby building, Merida fired.

And was promptly disappointed.

Yes, the arrow flew true, arching through the air with the precision only a master could give, but it did so without the intended zipline attached. Leaving Merida still falling to her doom.

Okay, so maybe she should have checked that feature before jumping off a building.

A lump of panic rose in her throat. “Uh, guys?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve already broken it,” came Harris’s response.

Oh, she was never going to live this down, was she? “I, uh. Might be about to die.”

There was silence on the other end. All at once, her brothers’ voices came pouring over each other in crackling mayhem.

“It hasn’t even been five minutes—”

“—You are so irresponsible—”

“—More inheritance for me!”

Gritting her teeth, she was about to cut through their chatter when something soft and golden wrapped itself around her waist and promptly yanked her to the side. She was no longer falling, but being swung like a pendulum. Grabbing at the fabric that led away from her waist into the dark of the night, she realized it wasn’t fabric at all. It was thousands of strands of golden hair.

What in the bloody hell…?

A moment later she was dropped — surprisingly gently — onto another roof, much lower than the one she had originally been on. The hair loosened and fell away, disappearing in a flash.

“I don’t know what happened,” said a voice from the shadows, “or what you’re going through, but killing yourself isn’t the answer.”

Merida sprung to her feet, narrowed eyes scanning her surroundings. It seemed to be the roof of an apartment building, with a box-like entrance to a stairwell in one corner. And yet, no sign of whoever had— wait, there! There, in the shadows of the entrance, was a girl, parts of her golden hair somehow still managing to gleam in the dark, giving away her position.

Her hair…

Calling it long would have been an understatement. “Long” gave the impression that the hair went down to her waist, maybe a little ways past. But the mass of yellow didn’t stop there. It went to her feet, and then continued off, spilling over the edge of the building like a waterfall of spun gold.

“Are you okay?” The girl asked again, her voice just as soft as her hair had been.

“‘m fine. And I wasn’t trying to kill myself.“

The girl stepped out of the shadows, confusion making furrows in her brow. They looked out of place, and Merida had the sudden urge to smooth them out. “Then what were you doing?”

“Testing out my gear.” She motioned to herself and the bow that was still in her hand.

The girl’s green eyes lit up with understanding. “Oh! You’re like me then!”

“Like you?”

“Yeah, you know. Superhero, vigilante, whatever you want to call it.” She flashed a grin, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “This is so cool! I’ve been working alone for so long — well, not really alone, I mean I’m technically working alongside the police but that’s nothing like having an actual partner — not that you’re going to be my partner, I didn’t mean to imply—”

“Whoa, slow your horses!” Everything was suddenly falling into place, from the freaky hair to the large purple crown perched on the girl’s head. “You’re Swift, aren’t you? The vigilante people are claiming is running around?”

The girl — Swift — nodded. “Yes, that’s me.”

“I thought you were an urban legend!”

“Nope, I’m real.” The smile on her face grew ever wider. “And so are you! Ohhh, this is so cool!”

Despite herself, Merida could feel one of her eyebrows raising. This was…not how she had expected her first meeting with a vigilante to go. Granted, she had never really thought about it before, but Swift had a strangely innocent demeanor about her. She wasn’t remotely hardened or threatening.

Three loud beeps sounded from Swift’s pocket. She withdrew what looked to be a burner phone and grimaced at whatever was displayed on the screen. “Sorry, I gotta go. There’s a fire downtown and a…dragon?” She squinted at the screen. “I think that’s a typo.”

Merida perked up. A fire and possibly also a dragon? That would be a perfect test run for the gear! Never mind the fact that her original test run had almost ended in her own demise. “Mind if I come with you?”

The look on Swift’s face could only be described as ecstatic. “Of course! But, uh…since you’re having some issues with your equipment, would you like me to carry you? It’ll be faster that way.”

Well, she certainly didn’t want to die or get left behind. “Sure.”

Golden hair came whipping up and around her waist, and a second later she was swinging through the air again. It took all her willpower to suppress a scream. From the way the city was whizzing past below, she had been right to agree to Swift’s offer. She would have been left in the dust long ago otherwise.

Soon the sound of sirens and the sight of orange light licking the night sky reached her senses. As well as…Snow?

A moment later the two of them were safe on the ground outside a burning apartment building, above which was a dark cloud. From the cloud fell a flurry of flakes, killing the fire slowly but surely.

Swift frowned. “That’s…weird. It’s the middle of September.”

Merida’s comm piece crackled to life. “So…are you still there?” Came Hamish’s voice. “I need to know if I won the bet or not.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m here.” At Swift’s quizzical look, she gestured to her ear. “‘m talking to my brothers, sorry.”

“Dang it. Wait, are you with someone?”

“Just another hero I met. Turns out that vigilante, Swift, is real.” Merida followed said hero as she ran towards the entrance. “And now we’re gonna stop a—” she broke off at the sound of shattering glass.

The two girls skidded to a halt as a large black bundle landed in front of them. It was metallic, and as it slowly uncurled itself they realized what it was.

It was a metal dragon.

The craftsmanship was astounding. From the textured metal and leather to the glowing green lights that constituted eyes. There was an air of intelligence in them, making Merida second-guess whether it was really insentient or not.

The reason for its previous ball-like state became evident as well. Clutched between its paws — talons? — was a child. Covered in ash and smoke, Merida could barely make out where the kid’s dark skin ended and the gray smudges began.

“That’s the last of them!” Called a voice from above. A moment later a brown-haired teenage boy dressed in black and green landed a little ways away, not noticing the two heroines.

All at once, the fire went out. Instead of flickering flames, the building was now covered in layers of frost and ice.

Merida gawked at the now blue-tinted structure. Just how many super-powered people are running around in this city?!

Swift was helping the dragon move the poor girl to a safe spot for when the paramedics would arrive, acting as if this kind of thing happened every day. And hey, maybe it did. Before Merida could decide what to do to help, another boy landed next to the first, this one seeming to float down with effortless ease. His blue eyes were locked on her as he pulled down his hood, revealing a shock of white hair.

He grinned. “Hey, look at that! We’ve got an audience.”

The Brunet turned, finally noticing her. He flinched, shooting a glare at his companion. “Jack! You said we wouldn’t be noticed!”

“Actually, I said we wouldn’t get in the papers. Big difference.” He was in front of her in a flash, lifting off of the ground like a leaf on a breeze. “That’s some outfit you got there. Who are you?”

Merida pursed her lips. She certainly wasn’t giving this weirdo her name. If she was going to be a vigilante like Swift, she’d need an alias. “Atlas,” she finally answered. “And what are you two supposed to be? Dragon Boy and Frosty the Snowman?”

The brunet made a noise akin to a broken squeaky toy. Jack only smiled wider. “Close. The name’s Frost. And you can call my sidekick whatever you like.”

“I am not your sidekick!”

Merida sighed internally. These two yahoos were obviously just playing around — although the metal dragon was pretty impressive.

“Well, aren’t you Miss Popular,” Harris’s voice rang in her ear. “Just how many people have you met tonight?”

She had forgotten her comm was on during that whole exchange. Great. She turned away from Frost and his sidekick/partner/friend and whispered through clenched teeth, “Shush. I’ll tell you all about it when I get back. I promise.”

“You better. We’re already making popcorn.”

#frosted words #rotbtd #bigfourfest2023 #superhero au #modern au #merida dunbroch #rapunzel #hiccup haddock #jack frost #fanfiction #ao3 link

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thepixarau · 6 months

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So I keep talking about that Pixar Super Smash bros idea and I’m going to continue because I think it would be cool

So the character roster would be: Woody, Buzz, Sulley, Mike, Jessie, Flik, Mr. Incredible, WALL-E, Dory, Ember, Ian, Atta, Joy, Barley, Wade, Merida, Elastigirl, Imelda, EVE, McQueen, Joe, Syndrome, Remy, Mater, Bo Peep, Dash, Violet, Jack-Jack, Sadness, Bing-Bong, Hopper, Doc Hudson, Linguini, 22, Luca, Alberto, Giulia, Meilin, Latso, Arlo, Spot, Anger, Disgust, Fear, Harris Hubert & Hamish, Marlin, Nemo, Crush, Randal, Carl, Dug, Héctor, Miguel, Ernesto, Evelyn/Screenslaver, Ming Lee, and probably even more! Or maybe some of these would just be spirit fighters/bosses

Arena ideas: Andy’s Bedroom, Sunnyside daycare, Monsters Inc. factory, 4*Town concert arena, Ant Island, Radiator Springs, Gusteau’s restaurant/city of Paris, Portorosso, DunBroch castle, Element City, East Australian Current, Carl’s house (as it floats around buildings and clouds and eventually ends in Paradise Falls), Riley’s mind (switches between Honesty Island, Goofball Island, etc), Land of the Dead, Monsters University campus, The Great Before, a Cars’ themed racing arena, Clawtooth Mountain, Bug City, the Axiom, Pizza Planet, P Sherman’s dentist office, and many more!

Special items: the Pixar ball that you can throw at opponents, a plate of ratatouille (and other dishes from the movie) that can heal damage, an Incredibles mask that temporarily gives you one of the families’ powers, a Zurg arm-cannon that shoots tennis balls, and of course the Assist Trophy that calls another character to aid you in battle! I imagine characters from this item would be like Pepita, Rex, Kevin, Sox, Massimo, AUTO, Gale, the circus bugs, Jackson Storm, Fergus, Bruce, etc. Basically characters that had some importance in the movies’ but that I don’t think would be in the official playable roster

#why am I rambling about a game that’ll never exist? cuz I have nothing better to do that’s why lol #super smash bros #pixar #lady luxo rambles

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jomarchswritingjacket · 1 year

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someone reminded me that camila and eda are married and i felt bad for forgetting that so here now they’re a whole-ass family

and yes this is more nuclear family than found family because the latter has too many options to list don’t @ me i’m trying my best

#tumblr polls #shrek #puss in boots the last wish #the owl house #httyd #brave pixar #bob’s burgers #luca #encanto #the incredibles

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sosoawayrpg · 8 months

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Mwm?

Príncipe Phillip, Rei Tritão, Burro, North, Valete, Lebre de março, Buzz Lightyear, Xerife Woody, Pugsley Addams, Tio Chico Addams, Victor Frankenstein, Príncipe Naveen Andrews, Derek(as 12 princesas bailarinas), Lobo Mau, Jack Skellington, Zero, Facilier, Perrito, Simba, Leão, Homem de Lata, Dr. Joshua Strongbear Sweet, Rei Fergus, Hamish, Hubert e Harris de Dunbroch, Jonathan Harker, Hector, Príncipe Aladdin, Gênio, Rei Jafar, Homem Biscoito, Pinóquio, Geppetto, Michael Darling, Príncipe Kit... praticamente todo mundo?!

#ask respondida.#mwchars

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itsmeridadunbroch · 1 year

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Task Eleven → Intro & Connections

merida dunbroch

Character Information*

The Basics*

FULL NAME: merida dunbroch

NICKNAME: mer, red

GENDER: female

PRONOUNS: she/her

AGE: twenty-nine

OCCUPATION: manager at the redwood hollows parks and recs department

FACECLAIM: riley keough

ORIENTATION: straight

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

PETS: a horse called angus and a dog named mordu

The Personality*

+ Adventurous, Determined, Independent

- Rebellious, Stubborn, No-Nonsense

after arriving in redwood hollow, merida found a role in the parks and recs department. she’s spent her time restoring the town’s parks and other areas that needed a new lease of life and it brought her more happiness than home ever could. merida is adventurous and determined to be her own person which can lead to her being stubborn at times in the face of authority and can have her rebellious streak rear its head. like a true scotswoman she doesn’t take any crap from anyone.

merida is a child of the wild, she always has been. she thrives outdoors and has always been someone that bends the rules. fun is a big part of her personality and if she’s not having it then buckle up. freedom is another. merida really exercises her freedom and hates being put into a box or being bossed around and told what to do.

Additional Notes*

has a strained relationship with her mother, she hasn’t spoken to her in years

strong scottish accent present in her voice – may be hard for people to understand at times, especially when she’s angry.

has triplet younger brothers – harris, hubert & hamish

doesn’t speak bear

Wanted Connections*

friends

ex’s

neighbours

work colleagues

lover/crush

besties

hiking buddies

buds from scotland

people she met while travelling

rich people - her family are rich af and merida has likely met them at past events

Wanted Plots / Plot Ideas*

merida and ____ are friends. neither of them have had much luck with relationships so they decide to platonically begin to hookup. it’s fun to explore and get experience with each other without all the expectations and pressure. however, they both start to develop feelings over time, and both assume it’s unrequited.

here one day, gone the next - a previous international relationship where merida was travelling and lived for some time she met _____. the relationship was all consuming and full of sparks, but eventually merida had to go back to scotland a few months later. ______ wanted to try long distance but merida had called things off and was gone the next day. now she’s settled in redwood hollow and look who else is in town, it’s only _____. ((a plot about differences, a whirlwind past relationship, angst of leaving, unresolved feelings and being forced to revisit, relive and resolve said past relationship))

we’re the Old Married Couple™ but lmao no we would never date each other. right? right?????!!!?

before sunrise - strangers meet, they have a connection, but it has an expiration date

“i found your box of letters underneath my bed last night and because i’m a nosy motherfucker i decided to read them and it turns out they were all addressed to me and the last one was dated the day you moved out and i’m not quite sure why i thought this would be a good idea but here i am, standing on your doorstep, wondering why the fuck we’re not together anymore”

an arranged marriage between the dunbrochs & ______ family. but like merida’s clearly being stubborn and rebellious and fucking up because she’s upset with her parents still trying to control her life and it’s just two polar opposites but it could be super cute sometimes when she gets super drunk and he picks her up and hold her hair back when he throws up and stays up to give her a glass of water and make sure she sleeps well even though he has a huge meeting in the morning that he should be resting for, and she makes him lil packed lunches for work and has him dancing in the living room to de-stress and holds court at his works parties winning over his boss to give him that promotion but also the angst and the fights and the ‘i didnt ask for this’ and making each other jealous and sexual tension.

Taken Connections*

tbh all merida’s taken connections have now left the rp so she’s wide open for her to get on the map

Other*

One character from the open tag you would like to see taken / added to the Most Wanted page - from the most wanted page - the lost boys & from the open tag to be added to the most wanted page - sebastian clarke

One Character you want to see a bio for in relation to this specific character - more brave characters #scotlandrepresentation

#happiestplacetask #happiestplacetask11

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yandere-daze · 2 years

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This whole time I thought your profile photo was Hamish, Hubert, or Harris of DunBroch. (Princess Merida's brothers)

Smh

I literally had to google who that was and

HELLO?? 😭💀 I have to admit that I do not see it in the slightest but omg I can't get over this

#anon ask

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frie-ice · 2 years

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Merida DunBroch in my Big Four/ROTBTD AU of Pokemon. She's a princess who loves riding and racing agents the wind and taking part in Triple battles, so when she heard about the Triple Battle torment, she runs off so she could take part and to be a normal-real trainer! Her Triple Team are three bear pokemon. (This was my first drawing of her, and that is why it isn't very good. Her wild hair isn't easy to draw.)

Pokemon:

*Teddiursa - to - Ursaring: Teddiursa reminds Merida of her little brother Hubert as the ringleader and he's a part of her triple team. On the way to the torment, he evolves into Ursaring.

*Cubchoo - to - Beartic: Cubchoo reminds Merida of her little brother Hamish with his skills of finding small places and he's a part of her triple team. On the way to the torment, he evolves into Beartic.

*Pancham - to - Pangoro: Pancham reminds Merida of her little brother Harris as he knows where and when to strike and he's a part of her triple team. On the way to the torment, he evolves into Pangoro.

*Ponyta - to - Rapidash: Back home Ponyta takes her trainer across the lands of their home as they race against the wind. Ponyta helps Merida run away from home and she evolves into Rapidash when the two of them took part in a race.

*Braviary: Braviary always looks out for his trainer from above and tells her which way the wind is blowing when she's racing against it. When Merida believed that she wasn't going to take part in the torment Braviary reminded her that she can't let her crown hold her down and keep her away from her dreams.

*Zorua - to - Zoroark: When Merida sneaks out Zorua takes the form of her trainer until she gets back, and she helps Merida escape from the castle so she can follow her dreams; Merida leaves Braviary behind so he could help Zorua join Merida on their journey. On their journey Zorua evolves into Zoroark.

#merida dunbroch #brave #pixar brave #pokemon au #rotbtd au #rotbtd #the big four #rise of the brave tangled dragons #brave pixar

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hannahhook7744 · 1 year

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Auardon kids aesthetics part 5;

Here are part 1, part 2, part 3, and part 4.

Elle of Atlantica aesthetic. Mostly canon compliant (she is a deleted character so there was BARELY any info. I had to take creative liberty again).

Prince Ralphie of Maldonia aesthetic. Mostly canon compliant.

Max La Bouff aesthetic. Mostly canon compliant.

Eliza Fae aesthetic. Mostly canon compliant.

Princess Hana aesthetic. Mostly canon compliant.

Princess Lina aesthetic. Mostly canon compliant.

Prince Rami aesthetic. Mostly canon compliant.

Prince Hamish, Hubert, and Harris of DunBroch aesthetic. Mostly canon compliant.

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meridaism · 2 years

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Honest, In-Depth Bravely Review: Merida (Spoilers)

Based on her characterization in her movie, I have to say I was pleasantly surprised with how the author managed to capture Merida’s personality so well whilst adding a mature evolution to it, which makes sense considering she was now a young woman, no longer a teenage girl.

I thoroughly enjoyed Merida’s handling of her own emotions and how they shaped the way she acted. I love how she still had the same beliefs she had in her movie surrounding marriage and men in general and how she handled those beliefs more maturely. I love how the author incorporated her utilizing her archery and isolating herself amongst nature as coping mechanisms whenever she needed to think and her mind was too loud. I love that she was still the same Merida, the one who plays with her food and runs out in the snow barefoot. I enjoyed the aspect of Merida never being able to stay still; if she wasn't traveling or on minature adventures, she was moving around the castle and if she wasn't doing that, she was out in the vast woods utilizing her archery.

I love how that part of her character played into how she learned that it was okay to sit back and just listen to the birds rather than constantly being out amongst the wilderness always always after another adventure without ever giving herself a second to really breathe in between. I love that she learned how to install a balance within herself; she was still true to herself, she just wasn't as much of a wild child anymore. Which is completely understandable, given her growing older into adulthood. She felt as if something was in the way of her being able to change, even as everyone around her did. She still remained the same, and she was looking for a purpose as it seemed as though everyone else had found theirs towards the end.

Merida’s Internal Dilemma

As the princess of the kingdom of Dunbroch, she'd always have something to do or someone to be, but as Merida of the clan Dunbroch, who was she? This was Merida’s internal struggle and it was so endearing to see that what she needed was to allow herself to feel. Throughout the book, there are moments where she would almost cry or would only cry a little, but refused to go through with it, let alone allow anyone but her mother to see her cry. She wasn't allowing herself to feel much of anything, although given the journies she needed to embark on as a means to encourage internal change from each of her family members whilst also dealing with the warlord from an opposing clan whom was determined to foster her brothers by force, it was very understandable as to why she wasn't allowing herself to cry.

She didn't have time to sit with her emotions, only having a year to bring about change within her family or else they'd be lost to death and ruin. She didn't have time to stand still and breathe. But, after saving her family and her kingdom from ruin, she still hadn't brought about change within herself. That was when she asked Feradach to help her, and he did: He gave her the ruin she needed in order to bring about renewal within herself. He gave her the ability to feel the pain, the hurt, the frustration, the anger, the exhaustion, the inner turmoil she's never allowed herself the chance to let herself feel in what must have felt like eons for her. And, he told her, “You will heal.” And, eventually, she did.

Merida Falling In Love

I adored watching Merida begin to care for the genderless entity made of essentially air whilst beginning to fall in love with him without herself ever realizing this, which is true to her character: she doesn't realize when she's in love because she's just so comfortable being in the company of this creature of many faces.

I can pinpoint exactly when her feelings towards Feradach began to shift, when she recieved a gift of attempting to instill change within Hamish from Feradach as a means to save her and her family from the ruin he couldn't bare to bring upon them. When Feradach, who'd refused to bring about ruin and death for a short time and was as a result facing the consequences of his curse by beginning to slowly die, was at risk of fading away and being replaced by a newly reincarnated Feradach and Leezie explained the rebirthing of a new god of death and ruin, Merida emphasized her attachment to the present Feradach whom was lying on the ground before them as they spoke, herself excaiming, “But, what about THIS one?? What happens to him?”

When he visits the Dunbroch castle after she saved him from nearly dying and Merida is so talkative and comfortable around him, the fact that she was waiting for him to come see her again because she missed him. When she ran out after him barefoot in the snow, paralleling their first meeting, expressing upset at Feradach leaving after the time they'd spent with the rest of her family, but Feradach explaining the anguish in having to watch them any longer knowing that no matter how hard he tried to cheat his way out of the bargain made between him, Merida, and the Cailleach, he'd have no choice but to bring ruin to Merida, her family, and their kingdom if every member hadn't changed internally.

One last time, he asks her what he looks like to her, his question sounding much more like a goodbye rather than his growing internal worry of her still viewing him as nothing but a monster. But, Merida tells him, finally. To me, this felt quite reminiscent of a love confession: “You look kind, Ferdach. I didn't want to tell you, because it made me angry. Why should you look like that when you do what you do, I thought? Yes, it's not all you look like, of course. You have a bushy light mane like a highland pony, but your eyebrows are dark. Your eyes are blue. You've got a pock scar just there, and when you frown, your lower lip goes like this.” She demonstrated the pout. “You look like someone girls would fancy. But, that's just the body, isn't it? The face you're wearing. The kindness is you, though, no matter if you're in that body or out of it. That's Feradach. And now I understand, and I don't mind telling you.”

She's content with the feeling of comfort, warmth, and belonging Feradach provided her in the few days he stayed with the Dunbroch family, but it never really hit her that she was in love with him until it did. It hit her the moment she was able to let her walls down. The moment she realized she was feeling authentically, not simply allowing herself to feel for only a moment before bottling everything up again. She sat within this feeling, let herself feel it, and didn't bottle it up. “ “I trust you.” I love you. ”

For Merida, even from the start of Brave, it was never about not wanting to be in love. It was about the fact that her boundaries were being overstepped and that she was being forced to love rather than being given the freedom to find love in her own time. And, she did. And it wasn't a charming prince, but rather an immortal, genderless being who brought destruction and decay to everything he touched in the name of bringing about eventual renewal and recreation. And she didn't need him to complete herself; although their separation was painful, her heart eventually healed. She healed so much so that she was now determined to find a way to free Feradach from the curse the Cailleach brought upon him, the curse of being a god bringing about ruin and decay even if it were in the name of eventual renewal and revival.

Merida was now determined to restore Feradach back to his original, barely air-like state, his true form where he's most happiest, most free; Merida has healed from the heartbreak of Feradach’s departure and is now determined to heal him from the ruin he's been subjected to for generations, out of love, in the way his ruin eventually healed her.

And I love that it remains true to what the original message of her character was in Brave. It was such a beautiful journey, watching her grow in Brave and watching her evolve in Bravely in terms of choosing her own life for herself. What better match for Merida, a girl whom can never seem to stay in one place, whom loves the wilderness and traveling and shooting her arrows through the forest, whose heart is as wild as the wind and can never seem to stay calm, whom has grown up feeling pressured by her society to be either this way or that way thus never allowing her to learn whom she truly is, pressured to put on a facade and to never be truly understood, never allowed to truly live nor allow herself to feel, to be her true authentic self.... than a kind-hearted, entity made of just barely air whom loves the world and humanity just as much, whom doesn't need a face, a body, nor a gender, whom lives off of pure feelings, just a gleeful odd being whom has existed in all times over and over; neither here nor there, simply present everywhere at all times. Whom wants nothing more than to understand humans and to understand how to live, whom has nothing to offer but authentic vulnerability and peaceful stillness. I could talk about Merida and Feradach for hours.

Merida’s character arc both in Brave (2012) and Bravely (2022) are so beautiful and proudly remain true to her character. Specifically, Merida’s character arc in Bravely is all about allowing yourself the space to grow internally, to feel all that pain and fear, because it's needed in order for you to heal. Emotional maturity and growth is so important in terms of Merida’s internal character in this book and I adored every second of her.

#Bravely #Bravely (2022)#maggie stiefvater #Brave (2012)#pixar brave #Disney Brave #disney books #pixar books #princess merida #Merida #merida x feradach #meridach #bravely spoilers #meridaologist reads bravely

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NAME :// MERIDA DUNBROCH ORIGIN :// BRAVE AGE :// TWENTY-SIX PRONOUNS :// SHE/HER JOB :// STABLE HAND FC:// SOPHIE SKELTON

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Arrows tucked away in a quiver, striking against the dusk sky. Sitting alone in a field of flowers, petals breaking beneath your touch. Bridging the gap, no matter how fast your heart is beating. Riding horseback, the wind in your face, your troubles left far behind. The strength hiding beneath your fragile skin.

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Hamish, Hubert, and Harris Dunborch: her little brothers.

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Merida has worked with animals for as long as she has been breathing, but not usually quite like this. Her new job is much different than the horses and chickens back home, but she'll take what she can get; this work reminds her of the hard work and ready rewards of a life she's left behind, and that is enough for now.

MERIDA IS ___________________ OPEN

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After the War -> [Brave Women]

In which Elinor, Merida, Harris, and Hamish deal with the aftermath of the battle at Best Castle...[takes place: July 02]

@heart-of-dunbroch

[tw -- discussion of death/murder(?)]

MERIDA: The battle was over.

It didn’t feel that way though, did it? Not for hours later. Not even when she wiped the blood from her split lip and let her curls down, or stepped into the shower to wash off the dirt and grime. As the water washed over her, she closed her eyes and saw the room she and her family had stood in, moments before the glass had shattered. The story wasn’t supposed to end that way– though Merida couldn’t imagine any other ending. And so she replayed it to keep the battle alive. Merida was always more focused and more herself when she had something to fight.

But there were other things to do. Hubert had disappeared– fleeing, she assumed, with the few knights who escaped into the wood, to regroup and form some plan. But Harris and Hamish had stayed behind. Even after watching the glass shatter– they were here.

She’d taken them to a guest room, recently spruced up by their mam. Gave ‘em towels and showed them the shower and how to get the hot water (the system was so old, it took a lot of fiddling.) And as they cleaned themselves, she’d gone back up to that room where she’d looked Elinor in, bringing with her a massive blanket. She’d opened it and found Elinor sleeping, all curled up like a child. Merida put the blanket over her and sat with her until she woke up.

When she did, it all felt like too much to explain. The words were rocks in her mouth, especially when Elinor asked if it was over– and Merida couldn’t answer one way or the other.

But she’d told her the worst of it, in the most gentle way that Merida could (though more for herself than Elinor, if she were honest.)

Da attacked me. You turned into a bear, she said to her mother. And then he fell.

Elinor could fill in the blanks.

Now it was another hour later and the leftovers of the DunBroch family gathered downstairs. Elinor had made tea rather frantically. Merida scrounged around for leftovers for the boys to eat, and came up with some warmed-up beef stew.

She set down the bowls in front of them and collapsed in her own chair. “Dig in then,” she said, because she wasn’t sure what else she should say.

Hamish picked up his spoon and scooped up some vegetables, then let it plop back into the bowl. He sniffled, face all red from crying.

Harris sniffed it and made a face.

“Oi,” said Merida. “It’s edible, ye oafs. Don’t be like that.”

“I hate rutabaga,” mumbled Hamish.

ELINOR: Elinor hadn’t said anything since Merida had informed her of what had transpired in that cursed tower of the castle.

She hadn’t cried. There had been nothing but cold. All she had done was tell Merida thank you and given her instructions to find the boys rooms and something to wear. Put them together, she’d said, her voice just as it always was when she was doling out instructions, but Elinor felt as if she was very far away from it. Instructions were easy. Elinor could do them in her sleep. Fergus used to joke that she did sometimes, waking him up to tell him that the windows needed to be fixed or there was a piece of fence needing mending in the pastures.

Fergus.

Elinor felt as weak and shaky as she always did when coming down from a transformation, but there was something different about it this time. No matter what, it felt like she couldn’t get warm. She went to her room and turned the shower onto the hottest setting and stood under the stream as her skin went red and angry, but she hardly felt it. Her hands ran through her short hair and she thought about how much Fergus had loved her hair, how he had never wanted her to cut it. How it had been all the way down her back for most of her adult life. Now, it felt too short. There was nothing to grasp.

If she cried in the shower, she didn’t realize it. And when she stepped out, she was still shivering. She dressed in a knit green sweater and a pair of jeans. It wouldn’t do for the boys to see her in a pair of pajamas. They would find that odd and Elinor did not want to make the changes between them all any more glaring.

In the kitchen, alone, Elinor set about making a tea. Merida appeared, silently, and the boys trailing her as they always did like little ducklings. No one said anything. Merida set out bowls for stew. Elinor didn’t know if she could eat it. It was a stew she had made a hundred times. One that she always had on hand. It was a family recipe. A stew for colds. For broken hearts. It could mend anything, her grandmother used to say.

Nothing, Elinor thought, could mend this.

Elinor made the tea. Merida’s black. Harris’ with a dollop of honey and milk. Hamish with a spoonful of sugar. She set the mugs down in front of all of them.

Merida broke the silence first. She said nothing really, but Elinor felt the moment rend through the air anyway, like a clap of thunder. Primly, she sat in her own chair, across from her children.

“Ach, just eat,” she told them both and took a firm bite of her own soup, even if it tasted like ash in her mouth.

Both boys did as they were told. Elinor wondered if this was from years of conditioning, having not forgotten their mother’s command; or if it was because they were afraid of her. Both options made her want to scream.

Elinor knew that she was not a perfect mother by any stretch, but she tried. She wanted to try now, but she had no idea where to start.

“Boys--” Elinor started, then stopped again, glancing at Merida. She didn’t know why. This was not Merida’s responsibility.

“Do you want us to eat or to talk?” Harris grumbled in that sharp way of his.

Elinor cut a look at him. “I just--I wanted--” she fumbled again “--to say I am sorry.” Her own eyes filled with tears for a moment, but Elinor had many years of practice at putting her tears somewhere else. Saving them for later. Or for never at all.

MERIDA: Merida could count on one hand the times that Elinor had apologized. Her mam had the infuriating flaw of always thinking she was right. (Merida had this flaw too; what DunBroch didn’t?) And so there was the time that Merida became a werewolf and Elinor had apologized before sending her running into the hills of the Sneck, away from her warring father.

And then there was this. Now.

Merida sat there, not touching her own stew, as her mother tried to put together the apology. But it was harder than anything, wasn’t it? More fragile than glass, more particular than a piece of embroidery. Elinor was a woman who made things, whether that was a supper or a weapon within the forge. But she faltered here. Apologies were made of more mysterious things than words, weren’t they?

She felt compelled to say she was sorry too. But she had already. She had a million times. Merida had started to suspect that a sorry said by her meant nothin’ more than a ‘good day’ or a ‘good bye.’ And so she sat there, grim-faced. She watched her brothers.

They were quiet too, either waiting for Elinor to say more or…

It was Harris who spoke up after a few long, tense seconds.

“Are you sorry Da’s dead or are you sorry you killed him?” he said grimly.

Merida frowned at once. “Ach, Harry. Don’t be like that.”

“Like what?” said Harris. “It’s a good question.”

“She can be sorry for both.” Merida tried to defend Elinor. Her eyes darted to her mam. “She didn’t– it’s a curse, it’s not like me. She can’t control it. It isn’t her fault. He would have killed me–”

“I know,” said Harris. He was trying to be tough, but the tears had returned. He sniffled. “I know that.”

“I didn’t know the curse part,” mumbled Hamish. His lip wobbled. When he looked up at their mam, it wasn’t with any of the uncertainty that Harris carried, like Harris was trying to figure out if he wanted to stay or go, if they were the enemy or not– if he had made the wrong or right decision.

Gentle Hamish, instead, was simply scared. “Is it like Mor’du?” he asked. “W-will you turn into a bear one day and never come back?”

ELINOR: Elinor flinched at Harris’ words. Despite the squareness of her shoulders and the straightness of the spine, she felt fragile as glass.

Dead. You killed him.

The women of the Order were no stranger to death. They cleaned the wounds of the dead as the living, before sending them off to their coffins. She had done it for a few DunBroch men, a few Briar ones too. Her hands had touched death before, felt it’s cold but never had it been inside of her. She felt those words now: you killed him, pressed like ice against her heart. She wondered if it would spread. If she would always be cold. Fergus had never talked to her about the burden of killing, even when Elinor used to wash his shoulders in the shower and pretend the tears he cried were just water.

And now—she wished she could ask, for who else was she supposed to? How was one to move forward? Especially when she couldn’t remember it. The last thing she did was Fergus looking at her, his sharp, blue eyes betrayed. And how she had loved him and hated him all at once.

Harris had those same blue eyes. Deep and cold as the lochs.

Hamish’s were softer, a Briar blue like skies. They were wide and wet now as he mentioned the curse.

Again, Elinor did not know what to say. The truth was that yes. She could disappear into the bear and never return. They didn’t know. Howl had warned of it. Elinor felt it, every time she came back: the ache in her bones to return to the bear and never think about all of these complex, human emotions again. She did not remember much of the bear, but she did know that it was simple. It wanted simple things. Oh, how Elinor wished she did as well.

“Donnae fash about that.” Elinor tried to smile but it was thin and thready as her nervous heart.

“Donnae treat us like bairns, Ma,” Harris said again, harsh despite the tears in his eyes. “Tell us straight.”

When Elinor looked at her boys all she saw was the wee bairns that had been laid on her breast. But now she looked at them and they were taller and leaner, some of their baby fat having dropped away, though it still clung stubbornly to their cheeks. Harris especially looked much older as he struggled to hold back his tears.

“It doesn’t matter right now. It—it isn’t going to hurt you,” Elinor fret. “There will be plenty of time to discuss all that. We—we must get you settled first.”

“Ma—“ Hamish protested softly.

“Eat your stew!” Elinor commanded, taking a bite of her own. She did not say it harshly, but with all the force she could muster. Her voice was still thin and frail. “You mustn’t go to bed on an empty stomach.”

MERIDA: Merida’s eyes darted from her mam to her brothers, following the back and forth. This was strange. It was strange because it was not strange at all, but exactly the same as it might’ve been if she was back in Cawdor and all those old stone walls were listening in. Though Merida had been gone years and years– though age had given Hamish and Harris height and dots of acne on their faces– they were still the same. This was her mam. These were her rowdy, too-smart brothers. If Merida let herself, she’d get weepy, as she realized how grateful she was to be sat here at the table again, listenin’ to Elinor nag them both.

But she’d weep for other reasons, if she let herself get started. After all, the table was not complete. There were only four DunBrochs here. Four sets of spoons clatterin’ against bowls. Four glasses on the table. Merida was used to an empty table, for many years it was just herself, but now it felt emptier than it had then when she looked to where her da would have sat, when she heard the places where bold and brash Hubert would have chimed in.

He would have probably said something right now about how he wouldn’t finish his stew until Elinor told ‘em the truth. He was always the first to step out of line and not care about the consequences. That’s what set him apart from Harris, who stepped out of line plenty, but got away with it more.

He should be here now.

Maybe it was out of missing, then, for her last brother, the brother most like herself and like Da, that Merida spoke up. “Mam’s dealin’ with the curse,” she said. “It’s not gone as far as Mor’du and it never will. It’s triggered by anger and– ye know Mam–she’s got it handled.”

“How’d it even happen?” said Hamish glumly.

Merida shrugged. “Dunnae.”

“Probably the Order,” said Harris. He scoffed. “Bunch of hypocritical gits.”

Merida blinked, sitting up straighter at that. Even Hamish glanced at his brother in surprise.

“Well they are, we all know it. Everyone goes along and never says shite, but innit that the reason you left anyway?” said Harris as his sharp eyes landed on Merida.

“Well… sort of,” said Merida. “I think the whole murderin’ innocent people thing was more the reason–”

“Same thing,” said Harris. “Everyone says one thing, and does another. We say we don’t mess with magic, but we get fairy gifts and enchanted weapons and curse people who disagree with us. I thought maybe it was just cuz the king but– he died and it didn’t change. Mam’s curse just proves it.”

Merida sucked her teeth. “Yeesh. You always were too smart for yer own good.”

ELINOR: Merida came to her defense. Elinor blinked, thrown off by this, not sure if she had heard correctly. She was quite used to being the bad guy. It was usually Hubert and Merida on one side. Harris, well, it depended on the argument, and Hamish did not like to take sides, for he did not like arguments. And Fergus—well, he had never been any help when it had come to discipline. He had found Merida’s disregard for ladylike tradition to be funny, until it was too big of a problem and then, he had blamed Elinor for not having controlled her better.

Her and her daughter never agreed. Elinor could not remember a single time that Merida had ever thought that Elinor had something handled.

The funniest part—in the most ironic way possible—was that Elinor did not believe she did. After all, she had just lost control and killed her ex-husband. Part of her didn’t understand why Merida would take her side at all. She wanted to protest. To tell Merida to hate her, because wouldn’t that be easier? Better for all of them?

But she simply stayed silent. That was something else Elinor had learned over the years. How to be silent. For all her ability to corral her children, she also had learned that sometimes, she was simply speaking to several brick walls. It had been useless, so she had just tucked her anger somewhere under her ribcage and stayed silent.

She stayed silent as her son so succinctly summed up what had taken her entire life to realize. The guilt burrowed itself deeper, like a worm inside of her heart. How long had Harris thought this? How long had he been alone? What would have happened if they had not gone to war and torn the Order out by its teeth?

“Yes, it was probably the Order,” Elinor said after a long moment.

Harris’ eyes turned back towards her and behind that sharp expression, he could see that he was still wary.

“I wish—” Elinor paused again, her words twisted on her tongue. “I wish I would’ve taken you with me, when I left.”

“We wouldnae come,” Harris said simply and dipped his head to take a bite of his soup.

“I woulda,” Hamish mumbled but followed suit.

“I dinnae want you to get hurt or—I wasn’t even sure I’d be able to find Merida or that she’d want to see me or…what she was like but—” Elinor reached across the table to touch Harris’ hand, then Hamish’s. “We’re together now.”

“Not Hubert,” Harris reminded them all harshly.

“No.” Elinor’s face crumpled.

“He’s a git,” Harris continued.

“I-I am sure he is just…confused. Hurt.”

“Or he’s a git,” Harris repeated, more angrily.

“Harris.”

Harris shrugged and went back to slurping at his stew.

“Donnae slurp.”

Harris slurped louder.

MERIDA: Merida snorted at Harris. Typical Harris. Couldn’t he be amiable for at least a moment, for Mam’s sake?

But Merida knew the answer to that, because she was the same. She saw parts of herself in all of her brothers. Hubert, she shared the most with. They were both reactive, bold, mouthy and take-charge. He only ever listened to Harris the same way that Merida really only listened to Belle these days– both Merida and Hubert hard-won, but once you did win ‘em, you had ‘em for life. And so she understood why Hubert hadn’t stayed. He had taken the first opportunity, in the madness of battle, to split and run back to the people who he trusted. The people who had raised him. The people he owed his loyalty to. And after watchin’ his Da get murdered by a bear? ‘Course he didn’t want to stay!

If they were going to win him back, it would be Harris who convinced him.

And Harris– Merida was stubborn like Harris. She could be moody and grumpy, though she got over her moods faster than he ever did. Harris treated his moods like an ol favourite bone he carried around to chew on.

And as for Hamish– honestly, Merida struggled to see what she shared with him. She wasn’t a people pleaser. She didn’t cry easily. She wasn’t as fond of music.

But she did love her family. And Hamish did love them all, more than music, more than he’d ever loved the Order.

So yeah, this conversation was goin’ about as well as any. Since when had the DunBrochs ever had a conversation that wasn’t a mess?

“Anyway,” Merida declared (doing her normal take-charge thing; she was the eldest anyway!) “The only thing we can do now is move forward. We’ll eh– we’ll sort out rooms and all that. Get yourselves settled in.”

“Wait,” said Hamish. His spoon clattered into his bowl. “I thought…aren’t we all goin’ back to Cawdor?”

Merida scoffed at that. “Wha? No, we can’t. The Order would come and stab us in our sleep!”

“Well, I thought since we won the battle–”

“Won’s a bit of an exaggeration,” Merida said.

“But,” Hamish said, huffing. “But if Da’s not– then why couldn’t we–”

“It’s just too unstable right now, Hamish,” mumbled Harris next to his brother.

Hamish pouted. “I guess.”

“It’s alright, you’ll like Swynlake,” Merida tried to comfort him. She glanced at Elinor. “Right, Mam? It’s a wee town, but not so bad.”

ELINOR: “No, it isn’t bad,” Elinor allowed, smiling small and grateful at Merida before looking at her sons.

“It’ll be an adventure,” she encouraged them. “And, maybe, one day, we can return home. Just not…just not now. Things are dangerous and I don’t want anything to happen to either of you.”

Just the thought made her feel ill. She was already starting to fret over Hubert. The Order wouldn’t hurt him, of course, but he was a sensitive boy. He was going to be angry about what happened and anger could allow him to be twisted. Elinor just wanted him here too, so that all her children could sleep under the same roof again for the first time in years.

“Now, finish dinner. We will find you your rooms. Would you like to be separate or together?”

Hamish and Harris glanced at each other with expressions that Elinor could only just read.

“Together,” they said.

Elinor smiled. At least, some things had not changed about her sons. They were so much taller. They looked like young men. It was as if in the last year they had lost all of their baby fat. (This was not true, but it certainly felt that way now.)

“Very well. I will look into what it will take to get you enrolled at school.”

“Like--school school?” Harris asked, looking sharply at his mother.

“Yes, proper school.”

Most Order boys were homeschooled until university. They moved around too much as squires to have a proper education in a public or private school. Elinor had been in charge of their lessons until they’d gone off to squire. Then, their squiring families had taken over their education.

Hamish looked like he was going to be ill, but Harris had sat up somewhat.

“Do we have tae?” Hamish whined. “Cannae you just do it?”

“No,” Elinor said, “I--have to work.”

Hamish made another face.

“Come now, finish your dinners. And then it is off to bed with ye. All of ye.” She glanced at Merida too, her expression firm, though her eyes were still tired and watery. She just--needed to know that all her children were alone and safe in their beds tonight. Tomorrow…well, she didn’t know what she needed, but it didn’t matter. She knew what her children needed and she would do that. She would always do that.

#swynmerida #brave women #the dunbrochs #featuring harris #featuring hamish #after the war #the fall of rome #if there is one thing lauryl and i are gonna do #it's create family dynamics that fuck me up!!

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