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travelingkettle:
“i’m quite surprised. pickett has attachment issues…” he doesn’t mean for his shocked emotion to come through the soft lilt of his voice.
after a moment’s pause, a look of amusement settles on newt’s face. his gaze trains itself on the bowtruckle dancing around the woman’s fingers. it was fascinating to witness the creature inspect the witch for any deformities or enemies to overcome.
“he must believe you’re a home tree.”
the smile on her lips never falters ; never does it fade for as long as she keeps looking at the darling creature moving around on her hand. “ so your name is pickett “ she’s talking more to the creature on her fingers than the man to which the tiny sweetheart must belong to. “ a lovely name ! “
it is then that she looks up at the wizard in front of her, finding him to be equally fascinating as his tiny companion, although she did hope that the stranger had no intention of considering her as a tree as well. lilian stretches out her hand ; offering the charming little fella back to the wizard with a smile. “ well in that case, we shouldn’t break his heart by letting him get comfortable before we need to part am i correct ? ”
" oh goodness. ” she smiles, the gentle curve of her lips leading up to a soft blush spreading on her cheeks, as the sound of a giggle fills the air. it wasn’t her intention to disturb anyone ( or anything for that matter ) but the tiny creature in front of her had been too endearing to leave be for the moment. “ aren’t you a chère. ” @travelingkettle // ♥’d
casual starter call for this bean !!
✿ ———— beauty and the beast sentence starters.
’ How can you read this? There’s no pictures! ’ ’ Well, some people use their imagination… ’ ’ This is the day your dreams come true. ’ ’ I’m-I’m speechless. I really don’t know what to say. ’ ’ Say you’ll marry me! ’ ’ I just don’t deserve you! ’ ’ I want to do something for him/her… but what? ’ ’ No, no! It’s got to be more something more special than that! ’ ’ This is yet another example of the late neoclassic Baroque period. ’ ’ If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had feelings for this monster. ’ ’ I thought I told you to come down to dinner! ’ ’ I’m not hungry! ’ ’ You’ll come out, or I’ll-I’ll-I’ll break down the door! ’ ’ Will you come down to dinner? ’ ’ It would give me great pleasure… ’ ’ We say please. ’ ’ You can’t stay in there forever! ’ ’ Fine! Then go ahead and starve! ’ ’ Oh dear. That didn’t go very well at all, did it? ’ ’ If she/he doesn’t eat with me, then she/he doesn’t eat at all! ’ ’ Who said anything about the castle being enchanted? ’ ’ It was you, wasn’t it? ’ ’ Oh, you look so… so… ’ ’ Not quite the word I was looking for, but perhaps a - little more off the top. ’ ’ Maybe some other time… ’ ’ _______, you are positively primeval! ’ ’ Why did you come here? ’ ’ Do you realize what you could have done? ’ ’ I didn’t mean any harm. ’ ’ Please… stop… ’ ’ Who’s there? Who are you? ’ ’ I’ve come for my father. Please, let him out! Can’t you see, he’s sick? ’ ’ Please, I’ll do anything! ’ ’ Oh, there must be some way I can… ’ ’ Then he/she shouldn’t have trespassed here! ’ ’ The master of this castle… ’ ’ Wait! Take me instead. ’ ’ You don’t know what you’re doing! ’ ’ Yes. But… you must promise to stay here forever! ’ ’ Come into the light… ’ ’ You have my word… ’ ’ For who could ever learn to love a beast? ’ ’ Do I still have to sleep in the cupboard? ’ ’ That’s not a request! ’ ’ I’ve been burnt by you before! ’ ’ I’m afraid I’ve been thinking… ’ ’ If you’d hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much! ’ ’ Well, if you hadn’t have run away, this wouldn’t have happened! ’ ’ If you hadn’t frightened me, I wouldn’t have run away! ’ ’ Well you shouldn’t have been in the west wing! ’ ’ Well, you should learn to control your temper! ’ ’ Now, hold still. This might sting a little. ’ ’ By the way, thank you… for saving my life. ’ ’ Couldn’t keep quiet, could we? ’ ’ Just had to invite him/her to stay, didn’t we? ’ ’ I was trying to be hospitable. ’ ’ I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. ’ ’ I want so much more than they’ve got planned… ’ ’ Well, Your Highness, I must say everything is going just swimmingly. ’ ’ I knew you had it in you, ha ha! ’ ’ You what? How could you do that? ’ ’ I use antlers in all of my decorating! ’ ’ I-I-I was lost in the woods, and-and… ’ ’ Please, I meant no harm. I-I just need a place to stay. ’ ’ What’re you staring at? ’ ’ I’ll give you a place to stay. ’ ’ No, no! Please! Don’t, no! ’ ’ I’d like to thank you all for coming to my wedding. ’ ’ Sir, close that at once! Do you mind? ’ ’ It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. ’ ’ Oh, must help her/him to see past all that. ’ ’ Well, you can start by making yourself more presentable. ’ ’ Oh, it’s no use. ’ ’ I don’t know how. ’ ’ Come, come, show me the smile. ’ ’ There’s a stranger here! ’ ’ Pardon me, Master… ’ ’ Leave me in peace. ’ ’ It doesn’t matter now. Just let them come. ’ ’ I’ll show you to your room. ’ ’ Do you wanna stay in the tower? ’ ’ You must control your temper! ’ ’ Of course I came back. I couldn’t let them… oh, this is all my fault! ’ ’ You… you came back. ’ ’ If only I had gotten here sooner. ’ ’ Maybe… maybe… it’s better… it’s better this way. ’ ’ Don’t talk like that! You’ll be alright. ’ ’ We’re together now; everything’s going to be fine, you’ll see… ’ ’ And at least… at least I got to see you… one last time. ’ ’ Please. Please… Please don’t leave me. ’ ’ Well, perhaps there’s something there that wasn’t there before. ’ ’ There may be something there that wasn’t there before. ’ ’ Shh. I’ll tell you when you’re older. ’ ’ I’ll not have you making up such wild stories. ’ ’ Let me go! Let me go, please! Don’t hurt me! I’ll do anything! Anything! ’ ’ I’m… I’m about ready to give up on this hunk of junk. ’ ’ This castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you like, except the West Wing. ’ ’ I mean it this time! I’ll never get this boneheaded contraption to work! ’ ’ Well, what are we waiting for? ’ ’ I’ll have this thing fixed in no time! ’ ’ You really believe that? ’ ’ Be our guest. ’ ’ Is it dangerous? ’ ’ Oh no, he’d/she’d never hurt anyone. ’ ’ Hmmm. Could you read it again? ’ ’ Why don’t you read it to me? ’ ’ You mean, you never learned? ’ ’ I learned… a little. It’s just been… so long. ’ ’ Well, here, I’ll help you. ’ ’ What would you say if you and I took a walk over to the tavern and took a look at my trophies? ’
casual starter call for this bean !!
indie & selective FBAWTFT based OC written by mani.
Send the mun a question about themselves or their muse, and they’ll answer using Vocaroo!
Now you can all hear what our voices sound like.
Alternatively, ask them to say something, or talk about something!
My muse has been acting strange, send one for you muse to...
℟ - Hug my muse from behind without saying a word
℠ - Slam my muse against a wall after my muse has been avoiding your muse to ask them what’s going on
⅋ - Bring my muse hot chocolate and a warm blanket
⅌ - Drop a kitten on my muses lap!
⅍ - Go up to my muse and just snuggle them
ⅎ - Kiss my muse and hug them, telling them “I am always here if you need me”
⅏ - Take my muse out for a walk in a peaceful area
⁰ - Taking my muse out to do one of their favorite activities
⇧ - Bury my muse in blankets and turn on their favorite show
Send "May I?" to ask my muse to dance. Alternatively send "May You? for my muse to muster up the courage to ask your muse to dance.
Anastasia Appreciation Week (x) Day 1: Favorite outfit(s): simple pink dress
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Dany Atrache Haute Couture Spring 2016
i honest to god can’t believe how pink lilian is like ; she literally doesn’t like any other colour even half as much as she likes pink.
sunrise ;
he’d always enjoyed the coolness of azure, yet, he’d begun to appreciate the gentle warmth and strength of the pale shade of rose pink that always came onto her cheeks. they were in contrast, the two of them. perhaps that was what fuelled his attraction, bringing him ever closer to her. Gwynn was a woman of calm, of blue sensibilities and diplomatic poise. Lilian was a freer soul, strong in a different way, brighter in soul and warmer in gaze. the name she’d taken to calling him made him smile, fingers always twining and unwinding.
“I requested a meeting with him.” Leonard hummed quietly, breathing slowly as he put his hands down upon her desk. “Hector truly left me with some horrid work to do – I’ve come to collect information on a few cases he closed without really consulting anyone, including myself. If I’m able to reconstruct his work – I may be able to catch the few followers we were close to imprisoning.”
no matter how adept he’d gotten at human transfiguration, he did despise holding it for too long. gently, he reached across the desk and put his hand down upon hers, gesturing toward the door. quickly, he produced a small pen from his jacket, scribbling an address down on a small slip of paper. Leonard disappeared back out the door he came, walking down the street for a time before allowing his body to become itself once more. he arrived at the location he’d penned for her, a small apartment that ever changed its address – for fear of attempts on his life. he shrugged his coat from his shoulders and replaced his glasses on his face, putting the kettle on the stove.
with him, she could suddenly see the true beauty in the crashing of ocean waves upon steady shores. suddenly could see appreciate the feeling of sand between her toes and the way the shoreline winds were to play with golden hair. with him and only him did she dare to dream of a small cottage down by the sea ; a place to watch each sunset and sunrise until her last. he had pulled her towards him, he was like gravity to her. poison too. except she didn’t die when she was to kiss him, she was to come alive. she let out a soft hum at his words knowing better than to get involved in the world of politics. sure ; she heard about it, knew more perhaps than she was supposed, but that didn’t mean that she would meddle in those things. his job was his, and she would keep her distance from it, only glad that he trusted her enough to mention small things. that he trusted her enough to not leave her completely in the dark. the small comfort of his hand upon her own was enough to fasten the pace of her heartbeat, fuelled by the promise of more it sped up in such a way she was sure it would explode from utter adoration alone. she didn’t need to speak he surely knew that she would follow him ; that she would mumble excuses to those she had to answer to before slipping away out the door. it only took a few hastily spoken promises to slip away in the end. promises about extra work and a double shift. it mattered not, because a mere moment with him would be more valuable than her useless time alone. in fact ; she was pleased with the promise of a double shift after he would have left. if anything, work would be a distraction from the pitiful screaming of her heart and mind longing for him to return to her. the given address was quick to reach, only a short walk away from MACUSA and she was glad for it. seconds felt like hours when she knew he was close yet too far for her to touch. she knocked, even if her hands trembled at the idea of soon. oh, how she wanted to touch him again, to be held by him, to feel his heartbeat underneath the palm of her hand to be whole once more.
me @ everyone ; " lilian is so tiny !! " me @ myself ; “ you dumb fuck lilian is just as tall as you. ”
look at my smol daughter doing the kissing i am