Belle French, Judge Not My Cover

 Indie RP sideblog for the Beauty: Belle French Multi-ship Mun is 25+ years of age

[judgenotmycover]

tcbiasrcgg:

Belle French (continued from X):

Belle smiled softly, trying to calm him down as she extended a hand cautiously. “It’s alright. My name is Belle. Will you tell me your name?”

Tobias PAUSED for a moment when he saw the WOMAN before him and took a DEEP breath to RELAX. He ACCEPTED her hand in his; shaking it firmly, but gently.

“My name’s Tobias Ragg,” he said softly, looking up at her.

Belle kept her touch soft, shaking his hand and letting her thumb trace the back of it for a split second to further assure him. “Tobias? That is a lovely name. Now tell me, are you lost?”

[concupiscentafterdark]

[timelordthirteen]

Belle French being gorgeous and ruining my life in 4x11 Heroes and Villains

[bobskellingtoncreationsinc]

50 shades of porn. ^.^ /Beastiality

[tinygirlygirl-deactivated201710]

Because being a princess really sucks.

[vanessacarlysle]

You don’t get to decide what I do or how I live. I do.

[katelynnreads]

Rainy days with books and hot chocolate are the way to go ☕️  

insta: katelynnreads

[vicbrennnn]

[eskatoad]

oh my god I was rewatching Beauty and the Beast today (including this extra scene) and I was like WHAT IF THEY STILL READ TOGETHER LIKE THIS AFTER THE BEAST’S TRANSFORMATION AND BELLE WOULD READ HIM ALL HER FAVORITE SHAKESPEARE PLAYS AND UGH ADAM WOULD BE LIKE THE MOS T ADORABLE DISNEY PRINCE EVER

yeah so i made this thing bc headcanon 

[cluffpapercraftco]

Tale as old as time….

[isitalwaysarock]

[judgenotmycover]

pasunebete:

Someone was in the manor. A woman… was it possible she was the entire reason the Queen had decided to ruin his life? “Who are you?” he demanded, keeping to the shadows as he watched her from the landing above. “What are you doing here?”

He both hoped that he was right and that he was wrong. So little about this made sense to him.

The growled voice made her jump, skittish on her feet as she lingered in the foyer. Her hands moved to try and sweep wet hair back, trying to make out the man in the shadows. “I’m sorry-- My name is Belle.”

“I was caught in the storm and was seeking shelter. Your door-- it opened when I tried it.” Her eyes trailed the shadows, trying to see a shape as she didn’t dare intrude further.

[wordsnquotes]

Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.

Katherine Henson (via kittenxwrites)

[swedishfishrule]

[judgenotmycover]

@evermoreabeast

Belle froze as she heard the man’s pleading. It made her hand lock up, unable to order her wrist to turn, nor her fingers to tighten as she held the handle of the door. There was a vulnerable hint to his voice, one that shattered past her ire with his behavior. A long breath was drawn in, releasing some of the tension so she could slowly turn to glance to him.

[judgenotmycover]

@nct-while-im-around

Belle smiled softly, trying to calm him down as she extended a hand cautiously. “It’s alright. My name is Belle. Will you tell me your name?”

[judgenotmycover]

pasunebete:

@judgenotmycover

He sat, wondering yet again what he had done to deserve this. Granted, he hadn’t exactly been a model of good behavior when he’d been human, but he couldn’t remember doing anything that warranted being turned into a monster and sent out to an estate in the middle of the woods so that he could get some woman to kiss him.

He’d been hearing stories for more than a few years about how the Queen might have been losing her mind, but no one said it out loud. Maybe if somebody had before now, he wouldn’t have been in this situation.

As it was, he was stuck here, waiting for whoever this Belle was.

Belle’s escape from the Dark One’s tower wasn’t an easy path. The world she came free to was not one she remembered leaving, her heart broken and her home far off. She didn’t wish to return, not wanting to face an ex-fiance and disappointed father. Their happiness would crush her, instead choosing to seek her dreams of exploring before she might return.

Her avoidance of the busier life led her to the farms and estates, shying from taverns or markets. A storm drove her to an estates door for refuge, the driving rains causing her to hide on the foyer. Her knocking had gone unanswered, the door giving way as she tried the handle and slowly stepped inside.

“H-Hello? Is anyone home?”

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