Xuebing Du
@theartofmadeline
KIROKAZE
NASA
Misplaced Lens Cap
⁂
tumblr dot com
No title available
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
titsay
Keni
Peter Solarz
Andulka
Kiana Khansmith
izzy's playlists!
YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
One Nice Bug Per Day
Product Placement
will byers stan first human second
seen from Japan
seen from Türkiye
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from Argentina
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Nepal
seen from United States
seen from Morocco
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from Japan
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
@belledupont
Hades? Or whatever one you haven't been asked yet, if you got asked that one!
Hades: do you believe in life after death?
her rational mind tells her no, there cannot be life after death (it’s called death for a reason). however, deep down she does hope that there is, simply because it means she’d get to spend yet another lifetime with her father.
Aphrodite, Athena, Hestia
Aphrodite: what you find attractive in a person
honesty, respect & humility.
Athena: share a piece of wisdom
’ sometimes the most seemingly crazy ideas, are the most tangible realities. ‘
Hestia: describe your ideal house
answered here.
Athena: share a piece of wisdom
' men are fools. ‘
DIONYSUS: red, white, or rosé? HERA: opinion on feminism POSEIDON: list three fears
Dionysus: red, white, or rosé?
she’s a red wine kinda girl, but sometimes she’ll settle for white.
Poseidon: list three fears
answered here.
hestia, poseidon, zeus
Hestia: describe your ideal house
belle’s ideal house is small and comfortable. preferably with as many nooks and crannies as possible. it is worn down, yet loved dearly. it would have a large windowsill in which she would put pillows so she can sit there and read in natural light. she would have plants throughout the entire building, making it more of an enchanted garden flooded by light with rows of books in-between.
Poseidon: list three fears
01 // having to marry gaston yikes.
02 // her father dying.
03 // pigeons.
Zeus: three places you want to travel to
01 // atlantica (which she knows she couldn’t because she can’t breathe under water, but the dream is still there)
02 // the dense jungles
03 // bai chao empire
SEND ME A GREEK GOD
Aphrodite: what you find attractive in a person
Apollo: favourite piece of music
Ares: opinion on war
Artemis: favourite animal and why
Athena: share a piece of wisdom
Dionysus: red, white, or rosé?
Demeter: favourite season and why
Eros: describe your crush
Hades: do you believe in life after death?
Helios: opinion on tanning
Hephaestus: do you think disability can ruin a relationship?
Hera: opinion on feminism
Hermes: last text you sent
Hestia: describe your ideal house
Pan: opinion on gay rights
Persephone: is climate change really a thing or is everyone just overreacting?
Poseidon: list three fears
Zeus: three places you want to travel to
Send 📱 To Find Out About My Muse's Phone
What ringtone my muse has set for yours:
What contact photo my muse has set for yours:
What my muse thinks of the way yours texts:
How quickly my muse responds to your texts:
How often our muses text:
How often our muses call:
Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours:
Last text sent from my muse to yours:
“we can go anywhere we wish to. isn’t there a place in adora you’d really love to visit?” ella said after a beat. she hated to feel she was dragging away her friend from what she truly loved to do but part of her knew it wasn’t good for belle to be hauled up in the bookstore for hours on end. even work you loved to do was still work and tiredness was bound to kick in. “we could go cherry picking, i could teach you how to make my mom’s cherry pie.” she continued, the offer more solemn than belle could know. ella hardly ever shared any of the many things her darling mother had taught her before passing away. “choice is yours really. i’ll go anywhere.” she wasn’t picky, she’d gladly accept whatever idea belle might come up with as she only wanted to raise her friend’s spirits.
belle almost instantly felt bad for the manner in which she had addressed her friend, she knew that ella only meant well. she always meant well. belle could not see the other woman ever inflicting harm on another person on purpose, it was one of the many things that she adored about her friend. proud to even be considered as such by ella. ‘ i’m sorry i didn’t mean it like... like i didn’t appreciate this. i really do...’ a soft smile slipped across her lips as a hand reached for the other’s shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. ‘ i’d absolutely love to go cherry picking with you. lead the way. ‘ her hand returned to her side once more, the smile remaining upon her lips. she had never been the best at baking so it would take some serious instruction from ella to get a halfway good result.
a stiff drink | meg and belle
Megaera walked down the street, heels in hand; one broken. Why did she spend her life running from questionable people on the word of a man? Oh yes, there was just that whole little thing about her soul, being owned by someone other than her. That man in fact. That was why she spent her life doing his bidding; which was often talking to and trying to convince individuals to either meet, talk or join Hades. And nights like tonight happened; as utterly unacceptable as they were. They did happen. One of the men Hades wanted for whatever it was he wanted, liked the look of her and got handsy and domineering. Some people really didn’t like the word no. They didn’t like whiskey thrown in their faces either. They liked the chase, however. And Gods had Megaera gotten good at running.
She was searching for the nearest bar, and the strongest drink in it. Ah. There it was. She took a right and pushed open the heavy door, nodding to the man who stood beside it. After ordering a rum and paying, she took a seat at the end of the bar, placing her broken shoes on the stool beside her. She took a sip of the drink before tipping back her head and finishing it all. With a heavy exhale, she cast her gaze around the bar before stopping on the figure who had just walked in, settling not far from her. “I’m willing to bet you feel how I look,” she said dryly. A twist on the saying as despite how tired and pissed off Meg felt, she was sure she looked just as such. “I’ll have a rum, and– what are you having?” she asked the young woman beside her.
having a bright idea, which was then repeated by a man whom ultimately got all the credit for said idea was absolutely exhausting. belle found herself in this position more often than not, ending with her in a passionate speech on how it was her idea, and she deserved credit for it. the truth of it all was that she was simply tired of always coming second to a man, regardless of her talent and dedication to things. as such, she had made her way to her favorite bar in this part of the world. slipping onto a stool and ordering the strongest thing they had to offer. why did she even bother coming here, if people were going to dismiss her so easily? simple, her father had raised her a fighter. no matter how much she wanted to stop, her restless soul would not let her. not until she got what she came for.
she had been sitting there for a long while before a woman took the seat beside her. she glanced to the side and watched her down the entire glass and the first thought which came to mind was: relateable. moments later the other ordered another drink and asked what she was drinking. it took her a little by surprise, and yet she turned to the waiter and said, ‘ i’ll have another scotch. ‘ shifting in her seat she straightened her back, stretching a little after having been hunched over the bar for so long. ‘ rough day? ‘ she now addressed the woman by her side.
@cvnderellas
' alright, you have managed it. i have set foot outside. ‘ she paused momentarily, eyeing the other with a raised brow, ‘ so what’s the plan for today? ‘ it felt like an eternity since belle had actually interacted with another person. she had been hauled up in her bookstore for the past week, tending to the books and making sure those broken were fixed up again. it was hard work, but it was work that she loved doing. at the end of the day, even though her heart yearned to return to the comfort of the store, she knew her friend was right, and that some fresh air would do her good.
@chihirogiino
it felt like an eternity since belle had last seen chihiro, however, the letters which they sent one another had managed to let their friendship flourish over time. a gleaming smile slipped across her lips as the young woman set foot out of the transportation which she had used to reach the kingdom in which chihiro lived. dark hues glanced around the crowd, in an attempt to spot the other. once she laid eyes upon the young woman she sped towards her. throwing her arms into the air and then embracing the other. ‘ it’s been too long ! ‘
@originalreqvim muses. belle & mina.
the restaurant had been oddly busy at this time of day, leaving few to no spaces free. as such, belle’s original thought was to leave and find another. but then, she spotted a woman occupying a table alone. slipping throw the row of chairs she made her way over. a soft smile upon her lips, ‘pardon me. ‘ she paused, ‘ would it be alright if i sit with you? the restaurant is packed, and there aren’t any seats left. ‘
she paused, her features turning curious. most people didn’t just…wander into her shop out of curiosity. some did, of course, but most were turned off by the infamousy of her name and her magic. but, she was never one to turn down a curious girl, especially one with the courage to walk into a witchs lair unannounced. she was a helpful person, that way. “of course dear, come on inside.”
she waved her hand, murmuring a quiet incantation under her breath that cause the door to slam shut behind the girl–a simple spell she had learned when she first started exploring her magic. “i have books, crystals, ritual items, potions…whatever you might need. or, because I’m feeling quite generous today–” it was true, she had been having a good day. she had so many people sign contracts with her that she would be busy for a few days, at the very least, “i can answer any questions you might have, miss…?”
with a curt nod of her head, the young woman stepped forward closer to the other. the door slammed shut and she found herself jumping ever so slightly at the noise, then once more returning her gaze towards the witch. ‘ belle. ‘ she paused, ‘ belle dupont. ‘ a tender smile slipping across her features she watched the other, ‘ it’s a pleasure to meet you and thank you for letting me ask you these questions. ‘
‘ all right, i suppose my first one is: do you get to choose the backlash from the magic or is it pre-destined by the specific purpose of the spell? how does it correlate to the magic? ‘ it was intriguing in concept, and whenever she heard stories of people taking one of the potions or items from the witch they had negative reprocussions. she had always wondered how this came to be. curiosity killed the cat. something she was told rather often, also something she generally chose to ignore when going on to research things she was told to be wary of.
It usually began with chills. Sickly, feverish chills, comparable to the symptoms of withdrawal. When the chills began, Adam knew his was limited.
He’d created the perfect setup when the night of the full moon arrived. There was an abandoned cabin, right on the outskirts of Villeneuve, and it was there he’d chain himself every night, the only way he knew to contain the monster within him. But on this particular night, his timing had been off— far off. He’d been reckless, spending too much of his time with the drink, and the chills had snapped him back to reality, and Adam ran out of the bar in a panic. He had to make it back in time. Adam swore he’d never run the fast in his life. He had to restrain himself— or there was no telling who he’d hurt.
The chills were followed by the aches, ones he could only compare to the pain of having every bone in his body break, as well as his insides turning to literal lava. He bit back his cries as he urged himself onward. He would make it. He always made it. But as he arrived, inches away from the cabin, he collapsed, crying out in pain.
He proceeded to crawl towards the cabin, as walking was no longer an option, dragging himself to door, and barely managing to force it open. But with his onset transformation, he’d begun losing touch with his mind, as well. Had he heard… footsteps? Adam cried out in pain. He wasn’t going to make it.
nighttime had always been welcomed by belle. the moonlight glistening over the rooftops of villeneuve, and bathing the forest in a silver glow. for a strange reason it made her feel safe as though it were all an illusion, a dream fabricated by the most delightful thoughts. as such, the young woman wrapped her scarf around herself to hide from the chilly spring nights, and set off for a late stroll. the silence was mesmerizing, the only thing she could hear were the dominant sounds of nature: the rustling of the wind and the scuttling of smaller creatures through the tree tops.
she moved further from the city, and deeper into the forests. she had been warned often, that the shadows harbored monsters and that it was not safe for a young woman to roam the wilderness on her own. she ignored these warnings as they were mostly uttered by men whom desired nothing more than to control her. despicable. yet, nights like these were not made for boorish men’s words, they were there to enjoy the serenity of the landscape. not before long, the young woman neared a small clearing.
dark hues roamed the sights before her, spotting a little cabin towards the rear end. curiosity overcame her, as it did rather often, as well as her innate wish to explore. and so she headed onward. taking in the splendor which nature had to offer. not knowing, or even daring to think that someone or something might be out there that could cause her harm.
the closer she got, the more noise filled the air. and she found herself wondering what it could be -- the cabin seemed forgotten. overgrown by plants which wrangled their way between the stones and wood which held it together. what could be making such noises? without thinking twice, the woman wandered around the rear end of the cabin, until she reached the front door. to find a man, sprawled out on the ground, crying out in agony.
‘ are you alright ? ‘ the words left her lips before she could even think what might happen next.
@ofevercfters location. villeneuve.
it came as a surprise when wendy had shown interest in her father’s work. sure, she knew that the young woman was remarkable with her knowledge of literature, but regardless, only few came to appreciate the inventions of her father. as such, it seemed only natural to invite the other into her home, to experience them first hand. truth be told, belle tended to get rather nervous when inviting others to her childhood home where her father still resided alone. she found herself pacing around the kitchen, attempting to find little things to distract her to pass the time until wendy’s arrival.
when the bell chimed, a few quick steps brought her to the front door. a hand grasped hold of the handle, pushing it down and swinging the door open. a bright smile apparent on her features, she stepped back to give wendy some space. ‘ welcome to my father’s home ! ‘ it felt strange to utter those words, knowing that she no longer lived in this place herself. ‘ please feel free to keep your shoes on... i haven’t gotten to sweeping the floors today. ‘ dark hues found the others as she welcomed wendy into their humble abode.
Another day, another spell. That was Ursula’s mantra recently–ever since she had come out of hiding, her business had been booming. It seems that, even after her infamous dealings with King Tritons daughter, people still wanted her help. People were funny little things like that–they got on her for doing bad things, but they still came to her begging for her to solve their problems.
Well, Ursula was nothing but helpful. Pouring a bottle of unmarked silver liquid into her cauldron–she was making a love potion for some poor sucker that begged her for it–she heard the door to her shop open. Well, she knew it wasn’t Floatsam or Jetsam, so that meant it was a customer. How lovely. “Popping into a witch’s lair without knocking is really a bad idea, honey. But,” she turned away from the cauldron, a smile on her face, “I’m feeling nice today. Is there something you need?”
the witch’s reputation proceeded her. many spoke of the wonders she had created, and yet there always seemed to be a price to pay. it seemed only natural that an action should in fact have a repercussion of sorts, most of all when dealing with magic. belle did not like to ask for help, as a matter of fact -- she despised it. it made her feel weak and rather fragile in the great scheme of things. so instead, she often found herself rolling up her sleeves and simply getting the job done herself.
curiosity had driven her to the other’s shop that day. the door swung open easily and the young woman stepped inside, taken aback by the instant response of the witch. ‘ oh... ‘ startled belle took a step forward, ‘ my apologies, i did not mean to intrude. ‘ a tender smile graced her features, corners of her lips arching higher. ‘ i was simply curious, there’s nothing particular i need... though i would love to hear more about your spells. i have heard a great deal about them recently. ‘
𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗘 𝗗𝗨𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗧, 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦'𝘴.
