RULES  &&  MUSES

faefreaks​:

“good tip.” okay, so maybe she was trying to get in good graces with one of her closest friend’s parents. it was one of her few friends’ parent she could be in the same room as without throwing fists… at least so far. “does he get that from you?”

         “OH NO,” he admitted at once. Parties weren’t his thing, in the slightest bit. Auradon more or less had Belle to thank, for any type of festivities. “If it were on me, there would never be any parties to attend. — He probably got it from his mother.”

flynni​:

“oooh, master of the hold– what is it that i get to hold?? i’d love a penny or two. maybe a newly tailored jacket to match my eyes,” the thief has little shame in how casual he takes such suggestion of boorish origins. its true, he lacks the spirit and whimsicality that others possesses in these parts, but the two men also lived two entirely different lives, “look, i’m not sure what sold you on all this miracle mambo-jambo, but people like me can’t live off of hoping for miracles. they simply don’t exist for the lot of us, so we make our own.”

         THE OTHER MERELY EARNED himself a dry look from the prince. He wondered if anyone could ever, truly be this stupid — or was he only faking it? Adam didn’t really care much. Part of him already regretted leaving the warmth of his castle to engage with the people living nearby, only to be met with idiots.

         “—That still means you believe in them.”

nowtheyknow​:

@villeneuvetm​

Winter.

Elsa was so stunned, she could hardly believe it. A magical winter in the middle of June, that was already there without her powers. As she opened the gates, she felt like she was entering another world. She stepped carefully on the snow, a sense of wonder filling her.

The castle itself looked dark and dreary, but to her the snow felt like a sign of hope.

She approached the door, knocking timidly- and jumped when it swung open for her. Taking a breath, she stepped through the door.

“H-hello?”

         THE CASTLE AND ALL THOSE who live within it had been long forgotten to all those who live beyond its icy grounds. Regardless of the time of the year, the castle would remain forever locked in the icy cold of a bitter, Christmas winter. The master of the hold loathed it, and yet there was nothing about it that he could do — at least, not on his own.

          When the air shifts inside the castle, it’s commonly naught but one of his servants causing trouble. The beast didn’t question it much, until he heard an unfamiliar voice far below him, in the vast and cold emptiness of the once-so-magnificent great castle hall. He resides in the shadows of the hallway, distant from her and hidden from view.

          “—Leave!” The beast’s voice thundered through the chill atmosphere of the dark and eerie castle.

imbicilite​:

          “YES, YOUR MAJESTY. I UNDERSTAND.” He bows, thankful that Belle decided to step in. He was getting triggered by all of the shouting. He only wanted what was best for Auradon, he’d been loyal ever since his stay in the dungeons and wouldn’t dare disobey the former king. Of course… he was worried other villains on the isle would steal from their own children, and that he’d end up returning with the news that the classics on the Isle were the recipients of the king’s generosity…. that would spell disaster.

         BELLE’S EYES PRIED INTO his shoulder blades as he inched closer towards Lefou. He knows all too well she would remain there to listen along. Her husband’s temper isn’t exactly much of a secret to anyone anyway — or at least not as much as the fact that she kept that awful temper of his somewhat under control.

         “You will see to it personally,” he spoke directly to Lefou. “Or I will have your head if you fail to succeed.”

snowinabottle​:

𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 .  while   amelia   loved   spending   time   in   the   huge   library   to   get   lost   in   books   -   mostly   fairy   tales   and   bewitching   stories   of   creatures   from   other   worlds   -   she   was   also   the   daughter   of   her   father  .   in   love   with   KNOWLEDGE  ,   with   taking   a   step   back   to   watch   things   from   a   different   perspective  .   he   said   that   this   was   one   of   the   most   important   things   to   learn   for   a   future   king  ,   so   she   supposed   that   his   mother   believed   that   spending   time   with   the   johnsons   would   turn   her   son   into   what   the   country   truly   needed  .   a   sovereign   with   a   good   heart  .   brunette   was   no   one   to   judge  ,   especially   not   considering   her   position   at   court  ,   yet   she   saw   what   could   not   be   unseen  .   THE   WELL   BEING   OF   THE   POOR  ,   of   those   who   should   be   the   ones   to   receive   mercy   and   help   was   nothing   to   cold   hearted   man   who   rather   indulged   in   his   own   wealth  .   adam   though   had   so   much   potential  ,   a   bright   future   that   still   lied   ahead  .   IF   SHE   COULD   ONLY   HELP   A   LITTLE  ,   accompany   him   for   a   short   period   of   time  .   it   would   be   enough  .   ❛   you   see  ,   your   majesty  .   sometimes   changing   ones   perspective   allows   us   to   learn   more   about   ourselves  .  ❜    taking   a   last   glimpse   on   the   tree   before   hand   reached   out  .   ❛   accompany   me   to   the   market  .   just   today  .  ❜    cheeks   are   tinted   with   a   gentle   pink  ,   hopeful   gaze   in   doe   eyes  .   ❛   the   people   will   appreciate   it  .   I   WOULD  .   and   it   would   show   them   that   their   future   king   is   not   only   graced   with   generosity  ,   but   also   cares   for   his   subjects  .  ❜    

         “TO THE MARKET?” — Into the village, surrounded by peasants? Adam nearly shuddered at the mere thought of it all. His father’s voice rung in his head. Peasants are full of diseases. Offer them a finger, and they take your whole hand. If you’re not careful enough, they will soon take the whole castle! Though, he could see in the look in her eyes that she would not agree in the slightest bit if Adam were to share with her what had been on his mind just now. He knows well enough that she is not of a noble family, and thus they had different perspectives on the matter.

        “You could impossibly convince them that’s a good idea.” He would never dare to admit it, but Adam did hold an ounce of fear (or was it cowardice? — No, it can’t be!) towards the idea of leaving the castle to visit the villagers. The castle was his safety and his home and not once before has he stepped beyond its grounds. Regardless of his age now, Cogsworth would never let the prince leave the castle grounds — and if Monsieur Lumière were to hear of this... A rare glint of defiance glistened in the prince’s gaze. He had often be a riddle for controversy with the courtiers. Amelia seemed so hopeful, that look in her eyes had the power to put even Adam to thinking twice...

         “Have you tried asking Monsieur Lumière? — But mind you, Monsieur Cogsworth must never hear of it ere we leave!”

imbicilite​:

          IT TAKES ALL HIS WILLPOWER AND CONTROL not to cry. To have that monstrous thing laugh at him– it was a terrifying feeling, being so small and vulnerable both physically and emotionally. He wiped the egg whites off of him and flicked them onto the floor- some poor servant would clean it later, he was far too upset to.

         SHOULDERS SLUMPED INTO SUCH a petite and vulnerable form, the Beast felt large and more monstrous than ever before in the other’s presence. Briefly, he thought — he thought about the large paws on the step of his throne, and those resting upon its arm rests. Once, that throne had been rather large on the little prince. But for the large beast, it was nearly too small... The atmosphere surrounding them changed at once...

         “—Oh, dry your eyes, Fool.”

                                 independent roleplay blog for disney’s beast                                              from beauty and the beast ( main | cred. )

islehurricane​:

“oh, that’s funny. watch me laugh.” she wasn’t laughing. “tell me, oh high king or whatever your title is now, how many of us did you judge on first sight?”

          “NOT THAT MANY, if you truly wonder.” After all, his main concern had been their parents. Whatever became of them, in the idea of children, hadn’t been on his mind all that much until his son had brought it up.

IT’S THE START OF A NEW YEAR and that means I go through my thread tracker and clean out the mess in there. So, in this post I’ll tag and list everyone who I’m tracking threads with, and I’ll list which ones I want to keep and which one’s I’ll untrack if my partner doesn’t want to keep it either.

If your thread is on the untrack list and you want to keep it, message me. If your thread is on the list of things I want to keep, but you don’t want to keep it, message me.

This is the list of threads I want to keep:

@islehurricane​ — this @faefreaks​ — this @arenbelle​ — this @crownbrn​ — this @thfairest​ — this @snowinabottle​ — this / this @imbicilite​ — this / this @flynni​ — this

This is the list of threads I will untrack at the end of the week:

None. Yay!

If your thread is on the untrack list and you want to keep it, message me. If your thread is on the list of things I want to keep, but you don’t want to keep it, message me.

IF YOU’RE TRACKING A THREAD THAT’S NOT IN THIS POST, feel free to poke me!

Okay so, we all probably noticed by now that we are at the end of a really strange year, and at the start of a new year which we can only hope for to be better, more positive and a lot more attractive. Bear with me, I’m dealing with a giant food coma — our dinner table looked a little like the one in Be Our Guest...

Anyway, 2020 has been a very... diverse year. And part of me never expected for me to make it this far, let alone into 2021. But despite so many odd things that have happened, I can also make a list of good things that have happened. And when it comes to Tumblr, this is definitely a list of people who have meant so much during the past year. These are people I met in 2020, got to know better or had the wildest fun with. Or all of them together.

This post goes for both my blogs (beastingtm and villeneuvetm) together!

@snowinabottle​ — Yasmin!! You deserve all the love and hugs! We didn’t talk much at the start of the year, but this has changed and developed into one of my favourite friendships ever on Tumblr. I remember making this blog, just for you. And I still have no regrets. It’s my favourite blog now, and I’m looking forward to create so many awesome memories (and threads, and ships) together!

@pepperpxtts​ — GINGER !!!!! My fellow Vincent Keller Love Bot !!!! I’m so glad I met you! You have been such an amusing and pleasant and positive addition to my 2020! You deserve all the love, if not even far, far, FAR more than what I can give you. I hope that in 2021, VinPep will rule and that we can have a lot more fun together!

@theboatbuilderswife​ — Yaraaaa! Thank you for dealing with my salt since 2017. I’m so glad we can add another year of silly shenanigans together, even if we grew past the borders of Tumblr, to far more entertaining places called WoX. Thank you so much, for introducing me to all this fun during the past year. Maybe in 2021 I’ll get that blasted rainbow D:

@unsnare​ — Excuuuuuuse me, but YOU ARE A SAP. But a lovely sap, and I’m glad to have you with me as we head into the new year together. Maybe 2021 is the year Vincent and Agnes stop trying to kill each other and actually make out...

@imbicilite​ — I have never seen such a dedicated person before, until I stumbled across you and your blog for Lefou. We don’t talk every day, but you still made my year a lot lot more fun with the interactions we had between Adam and Lefou. I’m really, really, REALLY looking forward to write many more in the coming year!

And here’s a few honourable mentions to other mutuals/followers on both my blogs (beastingtm & villeneuvetm) who have earned themselves a spot in my memories about the past year. Thank you, for making my year so pleasant. ♥

@traumatvrge​ @thorslovex​ @viragod​ @becomelions​ @snikthija​ @suresha​ @flynni​ @inhaledlies​ @hellspeed​ @levered​ @chadming​ @livevl​ 

imbicilite​:

          “PLEASE PARDON ME OBJECTING to your generosity, Your Majesty, but I doubt cosmetics will be enough. They… they’re terribly angry, they need more than just clothes. They’re hungry, sick, and in pain from dying only to be resurrected again by the barrier. If you don’t do something to cure their ailments, and I mean this with the most respect possible as your chosen representative, there… there might be war.”

         “THE ISLAND IS NOT A RESORT, they don’t get to revolt!” In his mind, the Island was meant to remind its inhabitants of their hurt and suffering, because they are worth no more than that. “They are villains, Lefou! They don’t deserve better than what suffering they have caused upon us all to begin with!”

          His voice thundered through the hallways. When he turned his back towards Lefou, he was met with his beloved Belle — of course, she must’ve been summoned by his shouting...

          She gave him a look. A stern one, almost like Mrs. Potts could give them — or his mother, even...

          “Very well,” the king said in a much quieter voice. “You will be sent back with enough to feed and help the children.” He turned back to look at Lefou once more. “And only the children, do you understand?”

There will NEVER be a time where I don’t cry at the scene with the wolves. Fact.

snowinabottle​:

𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 .   not   indulgence  ,   but   the   mere   luck   they   had   for   having   each   other  .   for   living   at   a   place   that   was   both  ,   warm   and   safe  .   not   born   of   royal   blood  ,   amelia   knew   how   many   people   werent   as   fortunate   and   had   to   fight   for   the   tiniest   piece   of   bread   to   fill   their   hungry   stomachs  .   NONE   OF   THIS   SHOULD   BE   TAKEN   FOR   GRANTED  ,   so   giving   a   little   of   the   generosity   back   she   and   her   father   had   received   ever   since   only   seemed   logic  .   maybe   adam   would   even   agree   to   go   out   to   the   market   later   and   give   some   food   to   those   who   had   none   to   share   with   their   families   ? ?   ❛   oh  ,   dont   be   a   grouch  ,   my   prince  .  ❜    smile   is   warm   as   she   puts   another   ribbon   into   almost   finished   tree  .   ❛   it   brings   joy  ,   at   least   for   a   little   span   of   time  .   some   do   not   have   many   things   to   look   forward   to  ,   but   this  .  ❜    stepping   down   from   little   stool   woman   was   standing   on  ,   she   straightened   the   fabric   of   her   dress   before   fixing   taller  .   ❛   i   even   have   a   LITTLE   PRESENT   for   you  .   its   not   much  ,   but   i   figured   you   might   like   it  .  ❜ 

        HE DID NOT SHARE IN her joy and fondness for Christmas. Often times, even the presents he was gifted would not please him one bit. People would present him with books or portraits — or music and poetry. Boring things which he considered to be without value or use. A book goes straight to the library, until her father finds it on its shelf. Portraits, if not suitable enough, were never seen again. They would gather dust in a storage room high up in one of the castle towers. Music and poetry can only be enjoyed if one knows how to bring them to life. Finding a suitable present for the prince nearly appeared like a challenge...

         Adam’s gaze went up to the tree. They had several at the castle, the tallest of them all stood in the ballroom. Secretly, he was amazed by its sheer size and beauty. Mademoiselle Angelique had tried her best, decorating the tree. Though, Amelia’s attempt was a fair match. The trees may be the least dislikable thing about this feast — if only for the fact they are burnt afterwards...

         “They say there is magic to Christmas,” the prince mused. Monsieur Lumière used to tell him many stories when he was younger. “For the peasants, maybe.”

flynni​:

“oh, that’s… that’s deep, sir.” flynn bobbed his head along with the comment, “let me know once someone figures it out because im still missing the miracle aspect of it all.”

        ANYONE LIKE HIMSELF would have a valid reason to believe in miracles. Adam believed in only one miracle, and her name is Belle. She had achieved what everyone in the castle had grown to believe to be impossible — a hopeless and lost cause, as time passed by.

        “Speak such folly at my court, and they will declare you as spiritless as the master of the hold.”

imbicilite​:

          “BUT— BUT– I SAID I couldn’t— I failed, I—” He muted his own protests before he enraged his captor. Swallowing nervously, he began to juggle. He lasted for a couple of seconds before one by one, the eggs fell flat over him, covering him in their gooey contents.

          HE FELT LIKE AN IDIOT, and hung his head in shame.

         OH HE’S HEARD LEFOU well enough, and it was exactly why the beast wanted him to juggle these eggs. There is something about the failure of another which seemed to be quite appealing — his servants may recall, the prince has never been any different, regardless of his appearance.

          The quiet crack of the brown eggshells was followed by a tremendous bellowed laughter from the castle’s master. It was a sound no one has heard in years. There he sat, in his chair, laughter alike to that of an overly excited child.

snowinabottle​:

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒. is   the   boy   she   once   knew   gone   ? ?   years   had   passed   by  ,   ice   covering   broken   heart   to   keep   it   from   falling   apart  .   A   PUNISHMENT   FOR   BOTH  .   one   for   being   too   naive  ,   one   for   believing   himself   to   be   better   by   birth  .   compassion   was   the   wrong   emotion   to   describe   what   lady   of   cold   felt  ,   yet   there   was   something  .   ❛   while   their   faces   fade  ,   there   is   always   a   remnant   of   their   presence   staying   with   us .  ❜    PROBABLY   THIS   WAS   NOT   THE   BEST   TOPIC   to   hold   a   conversation   on  ,   whispering   last   words   with   a   bitter   aftertaste   on   her   tongue  .   ❛   forever   frozen   in   time .  ❜    

         WHEN HE PACES, the castle trembles with anticipation. Hardly ever, is it a good sign. For when the master is restless, the servants do not sleep — they don’t dare to lower their guard. There is the mutual fear, instilled in each of their hearts. And if you were to ask what they are afraid of, they would tell you they fear losing hope. With each turn to his carnal aggression, their master may lose more and more of what humanity he has left.

         “Frozen in time,” the beast repeated as he took the thought into consideration. When was the last time the sun had brought warmth into the halls of his castle? For as far as time can tell, a carpet of cold snow and ice had laid his home to waste. They were locked in this wasteland, indeed... “—forever.”