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@bcckishrose
Her father knew very well that Beauty outshined the other women in the village, in her person as well as her mind, and he admired her humility and industry, but above all, her compassion and patience. -- paraphrase from the original text by Jeanne-Marie LePrince de Beaumont
Independent Belle from Disney's Beauty and the Beast, with influence from As Old as Time: A Twisted Tale by Liz Braswell.
Written by: Emilie.
tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal
💀 ⸺ “ Certainly, m'lady! On the house. We've needed to carry palette cleansers after people started doing challenge videos and throwing up in our trash cans. ” [ luckily, what he gingerly offers the customer is a good old fashioned WATER bottle. sealed, no funny business. they haven't gotten around to making bad DRINKS just yet ... ]
“ That's a lot of what we're about! The ' why?, ' the aesthetic, the gag ..! Something for almost everyone. -- I haven't thought about it that way, but I guess it is pretty AMERICAN, huh? A subversion of the idea of a restaurant ; isopod turned on its back, showing all of its gnarly little legs ... ” [ his fingers wiggle for emphasis. this all certainly makes sense to HIM. ]
She would've gaped in horror at the knowledge that people in this country willingly binge this pigswallow to the point of vomiting, but she's too busy chugging the offered water. She gasps halfway through, holding a wrist to her mouth and begging her roiling stomach not to make her the next spectacle.
She is never trusting any of her coworkers again. Ever.
"Well, I do desire that such food and I be better strangers." She offers a crooked smile. "But I must admit, your costume is delightful. It reminds me of an old German impressionist film. Not many nowadays are appreciative of the classics."
@25-centz continued from here
"What. Did you. Break."
She's not mad. Just disappointed.
how many brain cells do you have?
you have three (3) brain cells
knowledge is power. be careful of how you use it. if you ever say you're dumb i don't trust you. either you're lying or you don't use the three whole brain cells you've been blessed with
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Just a reminder that mun is indigenous. Pocahontas is not a ‘Disney princess.’ She was an assaulted and kidnapped girl named Matoaka. The fact that Disney took a real life historical tragedy and turned it into a romance full of noble savage tropes is honestly disgusting.
Alien franchise viewing experience
@bcckishrose ; "Wow, that was really terrible. I mean, just. Awful."
💀 ⸺ [ judging a book by its cover, Cesare didn't take her as the TYPE to take a sample -- which makes it exciting, that means their REACH is growing ..! they're infiltrating the gut biome of a new audience! ]
“ SCATHING review, that's what we LIKE to hear! ” [ beaming with pride, he slides a business card across the truck's serving counter. it's a garish red, green and black, with the name ' Z0MBURGER!! ' above social media links. ( his employees are more tech savvy than him, otherwise it'd be unreadable and on an index card. ) ]
“ There are many more gruesome morsels on the menu ; tell your friends, your loved ones, in - laws, worst enemies! The ' Nation's WORST zombie - themed food truck! ' ”
Belle certainly looks out of place in a sea of black leather, band t-shirts, and selfie sticks. The only thing she has in common with the other patrons is her look of disgust. The food isn’t fit for the dogs, so why did it come highly recommended?
She blinks down at the card before slipping it into her purse with a sigh. “Pardon me, Monsieur, but is this an American custom? The costumes I can understand, but— the food looks so aesthetically pleasing. Why does it not taste good, too?”
Ugh, she swears there's still ash and gristle stuck between her teeth.
“Do you at least sell drinks so I can wash out the taste?”
@bcckishrose asked: “If you promise to be polite, I’ll give you something out of my alcohol stash.”
"Pfft, please. Bold of you to assume I'm anything but. Polite just so happens to be my middle name." Snrk. Who is he kidding? She doesn't need to know that, though. "So. . . . you have an alcohol stash?"
All the more reason for him to get his hands on the key to her room.
She releases a rather unladylike snort, covering her crooked smile with a splayed hand. If he is polite, then she is empress of Rome. “Of course I do. We’re in a creative simulation. One merely needs to concentrate and a world of possibilities open.”
Belle holds a finger to her lips before gesturing him inside. Her room is sparse, with candlelight sconces and bookshelves on every wall. Rose bushes curl beneath a window overlooking the French countryside, and beside a canopied bed lies an open chest full of glass bottles.
“I have pinot noir, absinthe, bourbon, vodka. Pick your poison.”
SPRING ⸱ ROSES May 30, 2026 ― France
Belle is bi, with no clear preference in gender. She's also polyam friendly, so long as all partners are in agreement. Love is love; she just likes making people happy. (Bonus points tho if you're an alien or monster or demon or zombie or)
@hoovedroyal cont. from here
Belle's brow furrowed, eyes creasing with clear sympathy. This might have been the planet on which she was born, but she, too, knew what it was like to feel like an outsider. Too intelligent. Too talkative. Too odd. Too much.
Even now, hundreds of years after her birth in that small provincial town, she still struggled to find a place where she truly belonged.
"I cannot speak for all humans-- many fear things that are new and strange-- but I'm not frightened." If anything, she was fascinated by this sad and graceful being from beyond the stars. "And consider me the first human-ish person you know."
With a sincere smile, she extended a hand. "My name is Belle Beaumont. It's a pleasure to meet you."
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(art by me)
In one of the backrooms ? He puzzled . Most of his days spent twiddling his thumbs && then twiddling them so more . His mind passes in through waves , loss of data spinning in oscillation . His awareness restricted to the privy of darkness . His eyes linger on the rolled papers under the fair lady's arm for what seems like forever .
The words idle before they reached him . ❝ Ah - oh . In the pillow fortress ? Well - ❞ The sentence almost becomes lost before he just about manages to catch it && pendulum it back again .
₊ ♔ ❝ Yes . We can read them in the fort ... though it's not the best light for reading perhaps if I just held my breath ? ❞ She may not realize the relevance of that right now but no matter she will in time . He starts off towards the mess of pillows in the center of the room , opening up the hatch for her to clamber in . ❝ Right this way, Madame . ❞ ཐིཋྀ ,
She was accustomed to pouring over texts by dim candlelight, and her mother's fay blood made it easy to see in the dark, at least up close. Still, even if the lighting isn't perfect, what she most desires is advice. Caine is brilliant, but without agency or choice, there is no freedom. They need to find a way out, and given his experience, Kinger seems a good ally.
She murmurs a quiet "merci" before crawling inside the fortress. Already, Belle releases a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. The bright colours and illogical geometrical patterns outside had been giving her migraines ever since she arrived. It feels nice to be enclosed in something small and familiar for once.
"Thank you for your time. I know things for you in particular have been... difficult," she states, spreading out the papers on her crossed legs.
She waits until they are both sealed in, her brown eyes emitting a soft green glow, before beginning, "When it comes to computer engineering, I am largely self-taught. And code-- well, it is foreign to me. But I am reading here that every program has administrative controls, non? And if so, we might be able to access them to alter the program so that it limits Caine's authority, and allows us to leave."
@bcckishrose asked: “Don’t worry. They won’t be bothering you again.” @ Adam the violently protective … sentence starters lots of mentions of violence and death throughout
— While I do appreciate that... I can fight my own battles Belle. — Adam replied before sighing loudly. — I'm getting better at telling the servants to go away without.... roaring you know.
Alright, perhaps she did snap a little-- Adam wasn't the only one in the castle with a bit of a temper. "You've done so much to protect me. Can I not do the same?" she questioned, brow furrowing.
Still, she knew the servants' clucking and worrying made Adam chafe. There was no need to keep bringing up a decision already made; it just seemed to make him feel worse.
⸻ ❝ @bcckishrose ❞ ❤'d
' People don't take us women seriously it would seem, you read and yet they treat it as odd.'
"Men dislike women who are intelligent and opinionated. It makes them feel inferior, I suppose," Belle replies, shrugging a shoulder. "I can't imagine what they say about you, mon amie. You'd think an ankle was something obscene by the way they were gasping."
