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thebackstage2016-11-26 01:27 am
stagemanagers) wrote in thebackstage2016-11-26 01:27 am
a little kink [the It's Curtains kink meme]
GUIDELINES/RULES:
- All requests- smut, fluff, gen, or otherwise (alternate murders, anyone?)- are welcome so long as it's about It's Curtains. Fic and art fills are all good.
- This is for all rounds of It's Curtains. Intermingled cast requests ("what if so-so and so-so from this and that round met?") are acceptable.
- Stay anon because it's funner that way.
- Use proper trigger/content warnings for sensitive and/or offensive subjects, just like you would in a game proper. If you don't, it will be deleted.
- This is a judge free zone; however, be mindful of character ages, esp. in regards to the younger characters.
- If you do not want your character to be involved with the smut or things that make you uncomfortable please contact me. A list is being prepared to remind everyone.
- Respect player wishes if they ask to not have their character be in smut, or anything out of their comfort zone. Again, comments in violation will be deleted.
Have fun, darlings! If any rules are violated please don't hesitate to to PM this account or alert one of the mods.
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(Anonymous) 2016-12-10 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)But then, one spring morning, word reached the castle of a tragedy. The youngest prince, returning home in disgrace from a distant land, had been lost at sea. The king sneered at the servant carrying the message and sent him away, but the man paused first to offer his condolences, for it must be a terrible thing to lose a child. Again the king dismissed him, scoffing. The youngest son was a worthless failure, and there would be no official mourning; instead, he sent the other princes to remove all traces of their brother from the castle grounds.
Four of the brothers went to the lost prince’s room. They packed his belongings in boxes and began to clear them away. As they worked, they met a servant in the hall. “These things are still good,” he said to them, “and they belonged to your lost brother. Will you keep nothing?” But the brothers laughed. They did not care to remember the lost prince, nor even to think of him any longer. They gave the boxes to the servant to dispose of, and dismissed him.
Four more brothers went down to the royal stables. Though the prince was lost, his horse had survived the voyage and returned safely. But there was no one now who cared to ride him or care for him, so they took him from his stable and handed the reins to the nearest servant, telling him to bring the horse to market and return the funds to them. “This horse belonged to the lost prince,” the servant replied. “I will find a good master, who will care for him as he deserves.” But the brothers laughed. They scolded the servant, telling him to sell the horse to the highest bidder, and dismissed him.
The last three brothers remained in the great hall of the castle, for though none of them had cared for the youngest, he had still been a prince. There was a small portrait of him hanging the farthest end of the hall, and his name was in the great tapestry of the king’s lineage. Under their father’s direction, the three took the portrait down. Then the king called all of the brothers together, for they were to watch something that had never been done before. The lost prince’s name would be burned from the tapestry, both to destroy his memory and to warn the others to never fail as he had done.
The king called for fire, but the servant who brought the candlestick did not give it to him. “This has been in your family for generations,” he said. “Will you really ruin it out of nothing but spite?” This impudence enraged the king, and he snatched the candlestick himself. But when he dismissed the servant, the man’s simple castle uniform burned away, to reveal a powerful enchanter.
The king and princes drew their swords, but it was too late, for the enchanter had seen that there was no love in their hearts. As punishment, in keeping with genre conventions, he transformed them into hideous serpents, and drove them into the cold depths of the sea. He also laid a powerful spell on the candlestick, and cast it into the ocean alongside them. If any of them could learn to love another by the time the silver was fully tarnished, then the spell upon him would be broken. If not, they would be doomed to remain solitary monsters for all time.
There was one prince who had left the castle when news of his brother’s death arrived. When he returned in the evening, he found the enchanter standing alone on the shore. “You do not deserve a curse,” he told the prince, “but I don’t believe you deserve this kingdom either, for you have done nothing to be worthy of it. What you deserve is a chance. Take the throne if you will, but show your people more care and protection than you ever showed your brother, for you and I will meet again.” He gave the prince his father’s crown. Then he took the boxes and the horse and the portrait, and took his leave.
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“And that,” said Queen Elsa, folding up the letter, “is apparently the story of why I have to send a representative to King Lars Westergaard's coronation. I don’t suppose you have anything to say about all that?”
Billy and Anna exchanged a long, silent glance. “Nooooo...?” Anna replied. “But we can’t go! We – I just don’t want to have to meet with any of Hans’s family.”
Billy nodded in fervent agreement. “Ever.”
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