woo under the cut are 16 100x100 belle icons for the lovely bookwxrm
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woo under the cut are 16 100x100 belle icons for the lovely bookwxrm
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Revoloutionary Redemption
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He rolled his eyes but carried on. When he felt her shift, he peered along his cheeks to see her feel for damage. He could very well tell her - assert, in fact, with an edge of impatience -
❝You’re not b l e e d i n g, B e l l e.❞
Impatience at its most inhibited. Dramatic child.
Her bleeding, though, would have otherwise given him the opportune satisfaction of informing her that she was soaking his sleeve. Indifferently, he had embraced imperfection with as much enthusiasm as self-delusion (a defect half admitted in retrospect).
Though his choice to subscribe to omission - for the present - was impertinent but well-intended, she’d see, for when she came to completely, he could expect an interrogation. And for that, he could not blame her. All but he was entirely unfamiliar, and the concussion had been…well, delivered.
-{✎}-
[ Gaston's inability to show sympathy or compassion distracted Belle a bit from the throbbing pain in her skull. However, panic still seemed to occupy her mind. ]
[ Slowly she turned her face towards her surroundings,brushing her cheek against his arms. Belle's eyes scanned for anything remotely familiar, yet nothing catered to her utterly confused stupor. Nor triggered any insight on why Gaston was carrying her like a wounded child. ]
❝ Wh- Where are we?❞
Beauty and the Lost Boy
➵
[ through the grungy window he spotted the girl. her hair was wild as the jungle, unable to be tamed. hands gliding to the lock, he fumbled with the key until a click! pierced the silence. heavy dust formed in clouds above the prisoner as he lumbered into the small room. a dark feeling burned through his bones as a satanic grin spread across his face. ]
❝ How are you holding up, dear? ❞
[ kneeling down onto one knee he stared into her eyes. they were dark, but still full of life. she wasn’t ready yet, for the glow inside her may affect his plan. he stood up slowly, waiting for an answer. ]
-{ ✏}-
[ The stranger's calm and almost sinister aura sent a chilling ache down Belle's spine. The contrast of the boy's laid back persona in the dark atmosphere seemed curious. ]
"I've been better."
[ The young maiden replied in a monotone voice , keeping herself as composed as possible. however , a mix of curiosity and pure fear tempted the brunette's composure ]
"Where am I? "
Gaston and Belle's (boring) married life
CREDIT: http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/074/5/8/gaston__s__boring_marriage_life_by_wednesday2021-d4st5cu.png
-{ ✏}-
"But I'm just not up for the whole life in suburbia thing. Ya know? Same house, Same job, Same daily routine, that ends up in the same bed in the same house."
[ The young woman was having her weekly "vent to Kristoff moments". It seemed each time the childhood friends shared their company, Belle always had the same life changing epiphany to share. Continuing along the familiar path, she finalized her rant with a sigh and nonchalantly began kicking around a few rocks. ]
hold me close and hold me fast the magic spells you cast. this is
{L a V i e E n R o s e }
CAN WE JUST TAKE A MOMENT TO BASK IN THE GLORY OF LILO AND STITCH.
LIKE
I HAVEN'T WATCHED IT SINCE 548 BC , BUT THANKS 2 DISNEY JR I'VE MADE THE KIDS IM BABYSITTING WATCH IT 4 TIMES IN ROW.
LITERALLY 4 TIMES.
Hey look it’s Anna and Elsa.
" hey, uh, could you read quieter, maybe? i can't sleep. "
Sentence Meme {Cuddle Fluff Edition}
-{✏}-
"Do you honestly expect me to keep it down?"
[ Belle smiled a playful grin,gesturing her novel towards Anna ]
"This is A Hazard of New Fortunes! Basil is about to lead the strike! You should feel lucky I'm not jumping around and sqealing."
[ To prove her light hearted sarcasm, Belle wrapped her arm across Anna's shoulder and nuzzled her nose deep into her bedmate's auburn hair ]
I though for Munday I'd post a selfie sooo....
Here's Mun!
No hate please <3
Sentence Meme {Cuddle Fluff Edition}
Send me one of the following:
"How many pets do you have?"
"Your hair is almost as soft as your blanket."
"I’m gonna use you as my pillow, ok?"
"If you come cuddle, you can pick the movie."
"You sound tired."
"Aww, listen to that little yawn!"
"Read quieter, I can’t sleep."
"Oh, come on! You have to know at least one lullaby."
"Don’t worry, I’ll make breakfast in the morning."
-{✏}-
❝How I feel? Oh, I think it’s totally great that you’ve realized I’m not the girl you fell in love with. ❞
[ Belle paced backwards for satirical affect. Her arms flying outward ]
❝I feel s p l e n d i d .❞
ultra mega grouchy characters that are only soft around their significant others (●´ω`●)
Beauty and the Lost Boy
-{✐}-
The sudden crescendo of her consciousness brought Belle into an upright position. She sat alone in an unfamiliar room. The only light coming from few scattered lamps around the walls.
Where am I?
All the young maiden could remember was falling asleep in the comfort of her own bed. The question of how she got to this mysterious dungeon was almost as daunting as the cold abyss that surrounded her. She scanned the room for answers, however none seemed to present themselves.
Sounds of rattling locks from the cast iron door called for Belle’s attention. Someone was behind that door, and Belle had an unwavering feeling that with this unknown figure’s presence came danger.
" H e l l o ? "
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