#c: belle

[darknessxmuses]

@adoredwatson continued from here

❜A walk sounds lovely. Especially if there’s flowers to be seen. But are you alright? I mean—I know the answer is probably no based on the state of the room—❜

Belle didn’t like to stay seated too long, not unless she was reading or something in that vein. But she just wanted to help this woman—clearly her papa trusted her and wanted her to help in some way.

[fernsnailz]

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[sardosycserokyric]

Design for a wall decoration with peacock, cranes, and sunflowers for the restaurant in Hotel Langham (Paris), Emile Hurtré and Jules C. Wielhorski, 1896-1898, pen and black, blue, and metallic ink, watercolor, over graphite.

[notquiteahitman]

❛   tell me… tell me you want me.   ❜   -From Roman, To Belle ( @bloodthirsty-hero )

@sanguinesinners sent a meme I can't find

Rather than seeming shocked or disconcerted that her boss, of all people, was expecting her to fall to her knees and beg for him, Isabelle Stevens simply seemed... smug. Her plump, red-painted lips tugged into a smirk, her green eyes flashing with pleasure as she slowly, painstakingly took the seat on the other side of his desk, her skirt riding up to show just enough of her pale, smooth thighs.

They had been playing with each other for weeks, now. It had started out professional, sure, but over the time Belle had been working as Roman's secretary, things had started to escalate. From occasional charged glances to brushes of the hand in the process of handing over paperwork, to outright flirting and suggestive comments... all came down to this. This final, ultimate moment. And what Roman didn't seem to realise was that, by speaking those words, Belle had won. She had played coy; she had been the one to keep up the game, until he folded and admitted his loss, until he was begging for her, however indirectly he tried to do so.

"Oh, no. Oh, no, Mr Godfrey." His name held just enough emphasis to be suggestive, yet not defiant if he suddenly decided to switch on his professional brain again and pull rank. "That's not how this works. You see, I don't beg. I don't put my cards on the table that easily. And besides..." Her smirk widened, ever so slightly, and she leaned forward to rest her elbows on the table, revealing the perfect amount of cleavage. "I can't possibly be seen making sexual comments towards my boss. I might lose my job. And then what would I do?" She was close, she could see that. So, so close to getting precisely what she wanted from him.

[eeffa-a]

[actressposts]

Catherine Bell - Dream On

[vivian-ambrose]

Vivian had been making her way down the brick road, growing more fearful with each step closer to the castle. She knew she couldn't step into the castle without finding her true love or else there would be dire consequences. The evil witch that had cursed her had made it very clear that the circumstances of those consequences would be less than ideal. Eventually, she found herself near the pond, a part of her soul calling Vivian to the water, even for just a moment. She stopped when she saw someone, fearful that it may be another witch come to take something from her.

Just as she leaned into her curiosity to move closer, her foot caught a branch, creating a loud snap. She mentally cursed herself as the woman called out to her, slowly making her way closer with rosy cheeks of embarrassment. Viv gave a sheepish wave as she neared the pond.

Belle looked up at the moon reflecting on the pond. She dared to think that this garden rivaled the beauty of her lake. It certainly glowed just as brightly. It was a shame that she needed to continue down the road to the ball. Tonight was important. It was the evening for true love to either save the day or learn that love was something that existed only in fantasy. Still she could spare a few more moments peace.

Isabelle closed her eyes, inhaling deeply when the sharp snap of a stick caught her attention. "Come out, Darling. I don't bite... Well not hard." She grinned, turning to face the one who dared believe that their wish might be granted and thus help them achieve their heart's desire.

@vievecorcitystarters

[rozugold]

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[mote-historie]

The Jewelry and Enamels of Louis Comfort Tiffany, Necklace, 1903.

Exhibited: Salon of the Société des Artistes Français, Paris, 1906 Peacock and flamingo. Enamel, opal, amethyst, ruby, sapphire, demantoid garnet, emerald, chrysoberyl, pearl, gold

Tiffany & Co., New York City, 1837–present.

Designer: Louis Comfort Tiffany, American, 1848–1933 Jeweler: Julia Munson [Sherman], American, 1875–1971 Marks: TIFFANY & Co.

[darknessxmuses]

❜Oh, I didn’t mean to bother you. If I had known you were busy I would have waited. ❜

The brunette wiped her hands on her dress, she was here to meet with someone. The purpose of the meeting was unclear but she knew that if she didn’t go her papa would be disappointed. She began to take a step towards the door, waiting to see if they were finished first.

[divya-effendi]

A soft chuckle left her lips at Belle's jest, shaking her head a bit as she placed the wick back on the fireplace mantle. Divya turned back to Belle quickly at the notion of a gift. Belle was known to spoil her children often, and it seemed tonight was no exception. A grin appeared on her features as she stepped closer to Belle, wondering what it could be. The last time it was a small ruby necklace, one that Divya never took off. She wondered what the gift could be as she watched Belle pull something in cloth from a bag. Her eyes grew wide as they took in the shine of the blade, quickly darting back to Belle's. "Belle," she muttered, almost scared to touch the dagger. She'd kept one similar under her matress, but it was old and blunted with age. If Belle was giving her this, she must suspect that Divya may need it. "You can't be serious... Has it really come to this?"

"Since when are we ladies?" She smirked, looking around at the candles. It was a bit much for her tastes, but she could tell whatever this was was important to Divya. "I've been looking for you, Angel. I have something I wanted to give you." She pulled the cloth wrapped dagger from her skirts, offering it to Divya. "Teddy assures me that this will do the trick to stop anyone or anything with smart ideas."

[lynn-katt]

⚙️Pt. 2 of my Toontown Corprate Clash manager design interpretations/headcannons!⚙️

🎵Mezzo Melodyland🎵

❄️The Brrrgh❄️

🌳Acorn Acres🌳

🌙Drowsy Dreamland🌙

[notquiteahitman]

❝I’ve been keeping secrets from you. I thought I should come clean.❞ (Darius to Belle)

@ofwondersandhares sent confrontational sentence starters

"S-secrets?" There was a moment, as Belle lifted her head from the book she was reading, that she actually appeared vulnerable. Her green eyes were wide, her brows furrowing in a mix of puzzlement and concern as she looked up at Darius from where she was sitting. they were cuddled up on the couch, her feet in his lap as she read; she had been aware of his eyes on her for the last several minutes, but had thought nothing of it. After all, what did she have to worry about? Things were finally going well, this was the kind of relationship she had always wanted. She was growing to love him, even if she wasn't ready to tell him just yet.

"What do you mean, secrets?" Her expression changed in an instant; she withdrew her legs from his lap, tossed her book aside without a second thought, and sat up straight. "Darius, if this is where you tell me you've been stringing me along all this time or something..." She broke off, because there were no words to communicate what she would do.

"What is it? What haven't you been telling me?"

[pemberlaey]

gabin looks so hot doing his freakish little mating dance when he and tobias meet for the first time if i were tobias i would have dumped kevin’s ass via facetime the second gabin left the room

[feradam]

Como poderia ser possível, mesmo em uma situação tão tremendamente caótica, Belle era a mulher mais linda do mundo. Com o rosto vermelho, as lágrimas congeladas e olhos cheios de sentimentos, a janela de uma mente genial e fértil faziam com que a dor que sentia a cada pedido de desculpas se aliviasse, mesmo que por breves momentos. Adam respirou profundamente, mente acelerada dizendo que bastaria um impulso para a frente e quem sabe, mais uma vez, finalmente fosse curado. Garras se fincaram no gelo abaixo de si quando se inclinou em direção a ela, rostos próximos, olhos semicerrados, orando, e-

Crack!

Seus lábios animalescos encontraram o nada. Por três segundos aterrorizantes, encarou a água do lago, gelo quebrado onde Belle deveria estar. "Non!" Bastou um grito para que voltasse a si, estendendo a mão na água congelante e a puxou pela frente do vestido de volta para o ar, garras brutas demais para que fizesse algo. Homem ou Fera? Não podia se decidir, abraçando o corpo desfalecido da amada em seu peito numa tentativa fútil de diminuir o choque térmico.

E para ser sincero, nada tomava seus pensamentos enquanto se impulsionava com os três membros restantes através da neve, o mais rápido que a física o permitia. "Non, mon Dieu, ne m'abandonne plus." Pedia em oração fervorosa, entrando na propriedade do castelo como um raio, empurrando os portões com seu corpo e talvez, em sua euforia, tenha arrancado uma das portas de seu lugar. As unhas compridas derraparam no piso, água enlameada sujando o piso reluzente encerado uma vez por vez. "Cogsworth! Lumière! Madame Pots!" Seus gritos ecoaram pelos corredores e colocaram os servos, mais uma vez, em alerta (não pela ausência de fúria, mas de desespero). O monstro atravessou as escadas em pulos, entrando em seu quarto e colocando Belle desacordada sobre os lençóis quentes, com a maior delicadeza que caberia em sua pressa. Enquanto suas mãos se ocupavam em enrolá-la nas cobertas, a lareira era acendida em seu máximo, toalhas estendidas para que pudessem enxugar a água dos cabelos da camponesa, as pernas trêmulas de Adam subindo na cama ao lado dela, abraçando-a contra seu peito enquanto Potts guiava a todos, com a firmeza que lhe faltava nesse instante. O rosto humano do príncipe lhe beijava o rosto, ofegante e com olhos voltados aos lábios azulados, sobrancelhas tremendo e sentindo-se, mais uma vez, como uma criança perdida.

Oh, ela não fugia da Fera. Não tinha medo das garras que lhe penteavam os cabelos. Não tinha medo do pelo desgrenhado que passava os dedos. Não tinha receio do calor emanado pelo corpo grande demais, do hálito acariciando a face quando colocava o rosto por cima do ombro e lia a passagem do livro que estava lendo. Belle não tinha medo do monstro. Por que teria? Daquele que a tinha conquistado com a existência e o convívio. Duas almas no mesmo barco, mesmo que d aparência e origens tão... divergentes. Seus pés fincavam na fina cobertura de medo para fugir do que significava. De ter a fera novamente para si quando a maldição tinha sido bem clara sobre as formas de finalizar-se.

Não.

A palavra ficou engasgada na garganta. Congelada pelo vento cortando que não encontrava obstáculo no espaço aberto e vazio. E foi realmente uma coincidência que não encontrou um ponto firme para dar o próximo passo. A sola da bota de neve escorregando e a içando para frente. Calor e robustez a empurrando para baixo, expulsando o ar com o impacto das costas contra o estalar ensurdecedor de gelo quebrando. De respiração pesada demais e do ranger, gelo gritando pela invasão das garras que a prendiam na gaiola que era Fera. Fera. Os olhos de Adam comunicando algo que os ouvidos não conseguiam processar dos lábios animalescos. Finos e selvagens, mostrando dentes e caninos e uma linguagem esquecida pelo mundo.

Belle chorava, mas as lágrimas congelavam nas laterais do rosto. Brilhando e reluzindo como cristais. Desculpe desculpe desculpe. Na língua materna saindo pelos lábios enquanto permanecia estática, esperando o sair do pesadelo em que tinha se metido. Acordar seria incrível, numa cama quente e envolvida pelo corpo pesado de Adam. De retribuir o abraço e beija-lhe o queixo, o canto da boca, roubar aqueles toques enquanto a respiração profunda não o traziam ao acordar derradeiro. Mas não era sonho, não era realidade alternativa. O mundo voltou com força, som e cores. A Fera falava, o vento rugia e o gelo...

O quebrar não foi ouvido, mas sentido. O corpo perdendo peso e caindo. O gosto gelado na pele sendo absorvido com velocidade pelo vestido revestido de peles e algodão. Num instante a pena virou pedra e ela afundou. Afundou. Afundo com "Adam!" Nos lábios e a mão fechando no ar, perdendo o time de segurar na frente das roupas arruinadas pela transformação que não podia se repetir.

[strawglicks]

random unfinished shit + doodles bc i need to clean out my files