Feather Duster

Indie, semi-selective rp blog for Plumette (the duster) from Beauty and the Beast. Primarily the 2017 movie, but with bits from all over and a heavy dose of headcanon in the backstory (link to the left). Written by Daisy.

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seulerose:

 there  she  was  .        he  hadn’t  any  mind  to  be  agitated  before  he’d  heard  her  knocking  at  the  door  ,        but  he  was  suddenly  overwhelmed  with  it  as  he  pulled  himself  away  from  the  foot  of  his  bed  and  wandered  to  the  vanity  nearby  his  door  .      

                             ❛      entrer  ,        plumette  .            ❜      he  let  his  thumb  run  over  a  stray  piece  of  parchment  as  he  settled  in  his  seat  .        all  dress  was  ready  -  the  makeup  was  the  finishing  touch  .    

Plumette opened the door a crack and slipped in, silent as a mouse. She tried to close it behind her as quietly as possible, and winced when it made a noise. It was easier around the Prince to just be quiet and invisible, and hope he wouldn’t notice you enough to care.

She went to his dressing table, glancing at him very briefly just to see where he was, and picked up the powder-puff. “Does Your Highness want anything in particular tonight?” she mumbled, turning her head to face him but avoiding looking him in the eye.

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wellreadbeauty:

Insecurity wasn’t something that Belle was used to feeling. Out of place and disliked? She’d been familiar with those feelings during her years spent in the village, but never insecurity. She’d always been perfectly content with who she was, even if nobody else seemed to be.

But now? Now that she was married to a prince and living in a shining castle, things were… different. She wasn’t meant to be a princess, no matter what everyone in the palace said about her “natural grace” ; she was a farm girl from a little town, with no idea how to address foreign dignitaries with their various titles, and a hatred for extravagance. She would take her simple dresses from the time before she bore a title any day over the elaborate contraptions that Madame de Garderobe continually tried to stuff her into, which felt more like Medieval torture devices than clothing, with their bustiers and breastplates and hoop skirts and layers upon layers of sweltering fabric. Even in the dead of winter, she always felt on the verge of fainting. When ladies of similar stature came to visit them at the castle on official business with their husbands or fathers and carried themselves with ease and poise, Belle always felt that dreaded feeling creep upon her - insecurity. These were the sort of women that her husband had dabbled with in the past, and they all felt so… superior. They could wear their elaborate dresses without the slightest traces of discomfort and they always knew what to say in formal company. As foolish as she knew it was to think so, she sometimes wondered if she was good enough to be a part of this world.

In the midst of pacing her room, her thoughts racing, Belle jumped when she heard a knock at her chamber door and Plumette’s voice followed, informing her that she was late for her dress fitting. For not the first time in her life, her gaze flitted over to the window across the room, debating whether or not she could safely descend from it to the ground below. Deciding that such a feat would be impossible, she made herself move to answer the door.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured when she met the maid’s gaze, forcing a small smile, but it all felt very feeble. She was so tired of dress fittings when all that they did was make her feel like a fish out of water; she had no desire to be laced up into another one, undoubtedly more ridiculous than the last. If Adam was content with her wearing her simple dresses and boots, why couldn’t it be enough for everyone else, as well?

“I must have lost track of time.”

Plumette knew the moment her eyes met Belle’s that the other woman was upset. Without hesitating to ask for permission, she stepped into the room and pulled the door shut behind her. Whilst she trusted the palace staff, there were visiting dignitaries about the place often now that the curse had been broken and the Prince remembered, and she was conscious of their prying eyes and wagging tongues. Belle didn’t need any more rumours spread about her.

“What is the matter?” Plumette asked gently, taking Belle’s hands in hers and guiding her towards the bed. “You should sit,” she suggested, releasing her only to place her hands down on Belle’s shoulders, squeezing reassuringly, just once.

Taking her own advice, Plumette sat down on the edge of Belle’s bed and waited, hoping she would follow suit when she was ready. “You mustn’t feel as though anyone here is pressuring you into anything, d’accord?” she looked up at Belle and offered her a kindly smile. “You might be our princess, but before that you were our friend, and you always will be that. If you don’t feel like you can make it to your dress-fitting today, I am sure Cogsworth will understand.”

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@whatsmynameuma liked for a starter!

Plumette had met the daughter of Ursula precisely once before; at Mal’s cotillion. Uma hadn’t exactly made the best impression, but then Plumette knew from past experiences that people could change, and that first impressions were not everything.

She was at Auradon Prep with a delivery from Queen Belle for the librarian when she spotted Uma sitting alone. Knowing how sad she’d be to think of her own daughter spending her lunch-break by herself, Plumette went over and sat beside her. Belle would understand if she got back to the palace a little later than expected.

“What are you reading?” she asked quietly.

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youwalkedinandwhoopsadaisy:

“No, I’m sorry darling.” Lumiére glanced around the room for it, but no avail. He tried to think about the last time he saw it. “Hmm, I think I saw it last four days ago, you were wearing it outside while you were strolling in the courtyard.”

“I think I have had it since then.” She tried to recall her activities over the last four days. “I remember I took it to Madame de Garderobe to see if she could give me a new ribbon for it.” The last one had been, for  lack of a better word, Froufrou-ed. “But I’m sure she gave it back.”

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@seulerose liked for a starter.

Plumette knocked on the door nervously, smoothing down her skirts and then reaching up to check that her hair was still in place. She was extremely grateful for her job at the palace; she wasn’t about to throw it away by looking scruffy.

“Your highness?” she called out. “It’s Plumette Laroche. I’m here to do your make-up. May I come in?”

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@sassyandcuteone liked for a starter.

The excitement of a ball would never grow old. At first, Plumette had been reluctant to go to Mal’s cotillion- her daughter, Lucette, would be there and Plumette was conscious of being an embarrassing parent- but when it was decided that Lumiere would be announcing the arrivals, she decided to accept her invitation. He might need her support.

Following Uma’s defeat- and utterly drenched- Plumette sat on the steps with a hot mug of cocoa. She blew on it tenderly. When someone sat down beside her, she thought it might be Lucette at first, but a quick glance and she realised it couldn’t be. This girl had red hair, for a start.

“Are you alright?” she asked, noticing that she, too, was soaked. “Fairy Godmother’s had some hot drinks made for everybody. You should have one. You’ll catch a chill otherwise.”

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@youwalkedinandwhoopsadaisy liked for a starter.

“Lumière ?” Plumette called, walking into his room without knocking. She spent almost as much time in here as she did in her own, so announcing her entry seemed somewhat unnecessary. “You haven’t seen my hat, have you? I have an errand to run in Villenueve and I need it.”

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@wellreadbeauty liked for a starter.

Plumette knocked on Belle’s bedroom door. “Belle? It’s Plumette. Cogsworth sent me. He said you were meant to be at your dress-fitting an hour ago.” She knew that sometimes Belle found it difficult adjusting to her new life as a princess, she just hoped she was alright.

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temeraaires:

LeFou nodded slowly, pressing his tongue along the inside of his mouth, trying to concentrate. “Yes…I…I think you’re right.” Was E the second letter of pommes? It was one of those round sounds. Though, wasn’t A a round sound, despite being triangular? “So…p-e…and you need three of them…surely we can figure this out.” 

“P-e, p-e...” Plumette wracked her memory- surely Mrs Potts must have mentioned the menu she had planned for this week at some point? It couldn’t be three peas. That would make for a terrible meal. “Maybe it’s pecan? Pecan something.” Why oh why did Mrs Potts have to use joined up letters? It meant Plumette couldn’t just count to see how many there were in a word.

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STARTER CALL!

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Ok so I’ve done my two drafts, and I can’t see anything else in my activity but tbh it’s really hectic in there and I’m kinda sleepy, so I might’ve missed something. If you think I have- POKE. ME.

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strangespecialmostpelicular:

“Even when I was just a country girl, I was hardly the most normal of country girls. I’ve had an education unlike a lot of girls, a steady supply of income, villagers who liked to mock me.” She commented woefully, shaking her head. Normally Belle did not like to bend to the opinions of other people but it was an entire country now, not just a village. She smiled softly at her friend and took her hand, squeezing it softly. “I will try and remember that.” She assured her softly.

“So you are somebody a little in-between: educated, but not a noblewoman; extraordinary, but noble. The people will come to see that you bring the best traits from each walk of life to your role as queen. I am sure of it.” She squeezed Belle’s hand back, smiling warmly at her. “Anyway, they will move onto something else soon enough. You are a new and exciting thing to talk about right now. In a few weeks, something else to gossip about will come along, and they’ll forget all about you. I can pretty much guarantee it.”

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temeraaires:

“Yes…maybe pommes,” LeFou said, squinting and lifting the paper closer to his eyes. What was the second letter in pomme? Quietly making the round sound in a whisper he considered the letter. “Aw….ohm….au…I…I believe there’s an A…does that look like an A?” 

Plumette tried to remember the sign outside the tavern she used to frequent before she came to work at the palace; the one that served the best turnip soup she’d ever tasted. She thought that had an ‘A’ in its name. “Non, non, an ‘A’ is more...  triangular... This is short and round... It could be an ‘E’?”

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i don’t care for the cliche fairytale endings.

                            i just want my family,                            i just want my friends,                            and i just want my life.

                                                                   i’ll be happy with that.

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Holy cabooses?! I’m so... omg!! I’m sorry I haven’t been here very much recently. I have another two rp blogs and I’m aggressively trying to find writing work, but! I feel so humbled right now and I’m so grateful or you all, and you can’t see me but I’m literally this gif at the moment:

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foundwithin:

    poking her head into the kitchen, she glances back in hopes that no one is up to catch her sneaking food in the middle of the night. she is just about to take another step forward when she hears a voice behind her. placing a hand over her heart in fright, she turns around to see plumette. a shaky breath escapes her as she chuckles softly. “You gave me a fright, Plumette!”

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Plumette often creeps down to the kitchen when she can’t sleep to pour out a mug of warm milk. It’s a trick her mother once taught her, and it never fails to relax her. Sometimes, if she’s had an especially rough day, she’ll treat herself and add a bit of honey to it.

As she nears the kitchen, she notices a shuffling- cupboards opening and closing, jars being moved- and slows her pace. The kitchen is usually empty by this time. 

Standing in the doorway, she realises it’s just Belle and smiles knowingly. “Can’t sleep?”

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