Okay, so these were the characters from a comic I was working on all last semester - a 1920s version of Beauty and the Beast, which I may or may not post here in the future. It didn’t get to be quite as fleshed out as I wanted (I half-want to make a longer version…then again, I sorta don’t. Lol), but the implication at the end was that the Beast doesn’t change back in the end and they’re both okay with that. The Beast (still haven’t given him a proper name; “Amicus” was a placeholder) was a big furry monster a long time ago, but his fur and parts of his skin just kinda fell out because he was getting so old (but still immortal, somehow???? Idek). He was fun to draw, with his gorilla skull head and Rasputin hands.
My problem with BatB, even though it’s my favorite fairy tale and I’ve seen and read so many versions, is that the ending is a cop-out. It undermines the whole point of the story’s message - “Love someone for who they are on the inside and not what they look like…but then you’ll get a physically handsome prince in the end, so never mind.” Yeah, no. And I get it - people don’t want to think about the idea of a woman and a monster getting together because they see some inherent bestiality. Well, I dunno, the Beast is always a pretty sentient, conscious, and self-aware creature with his own thoughts, ideas, and feelings, things most animals are not, at least not in the way people are. So, again, I’m not sure if it makes me a freak for wanting a story to stick to its premise (or being turned into a teratophile, or whatever), but there it is, I guess.