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@temeraaires I miss you so take this and like it dammit.

“I’m 98% certain one of my heels is going to break tonight so if it does, catch me and make it look planned.” Nervous little smile as dark eyes shift over the other pairs who were already out on the floor. “I think we can beat all these dinosaurs.”

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‘i see your true colours’

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July 1987

There were only a few weeks left until the publication of what was bound to be one of her biggest biography’s yet - a real game changer for her career - and yet Belle couldn’t shake the anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach. The release of Adam Valmont’s book also meant she would finally have to see him again, which meant she’d have to confront all of the feelings that had been festering between the two of them before she left his estate back in March.

She still heard from him once in a while - the odd mixtape, here and there, in her daily mail haul - and she met with his agent, Plumette, for coffee whenever she was in London. But there had been nothing... significant between the two of them since she left France. She really didn’t know all that much about what was happening in his life as of late, other than that Evermore was in the middle of an intense crunch recording schedule for a top secret E.P.

The thought of having to face him again after they slept together, not knowing if her feelings were mutual, was what had Belle sitting at a hotel bar in Birmingham. She was there on business, meeting with a new potential client about a book deal, but she couldn’t get her mind off of her last client. Hence the copious amounts of alcohol currently coursing through her system.

It was only when someone sat at the stool beside hers that she looked up from her rum and coke, her eyes widening with surprise at seeing a familiar face outside of London, her excited tone slurring a bit with drunkenness when she spoke up.

“Missster LeFou! What are you doing here?” 

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@temeraaires said:  “We don’t mention the movie.” omg

FIRST RULE OF FIGHT CLUB. FIRST RULE.

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short version: not dead.

@temeraaires and i are ship trash ignore us

It had taken him months to recover-- even with the aide of the fairies and their healing magic. Jacques was lucky enough to survive the mortal wound to his chest. If he hadn’t been sent to the hospital by the Enchantress-- well, he would have died. Fortunately the surgeons had taken him into emergency care immediately.

The moment his friends found out-- they rushed to his side. Admittedly, Jacques was surprised at the number of persons who paid him a visit during his recovery. Not just those he’d grown close to since the curse broke, but regular patrons from the tavern as well. 

He’d only divulged to a select few where he’d been and what had happened. He also expressed an urgency to return to that world. The land where he’d found his true love. 

Adrian’s pained expression haunted him each night, calling to him-- begging for him to return.

It was fortunate he’d befriended those with a knack for magic-- after finally recovering, he packed a large bag with things he’d need for a long stay, well aware he might not be able to return home. Before he departed, he was given a gift. A magic bean, which could bring him back to town if he so chose. He imagined bringing Adrian to this world-- maybe, in time, he would.

Waving good-bye to his companions [and leaving the care of his tavern in the hands of a very capable dwarf] he returned to the land of Villenueve. Landing outside the village as he’d done during his first unintentional arrival. He shifted to his feet, dusting himself off as he adjusted his backpack, making his way into town.

Adrian was the first face he wanted to see-- making a beeline for the man’s house. Hoping against hope he was well-- that he’d be home.

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@temeraaires  ❤’d

“Do you think they would understand, LeFou? Why we’re fighting this losing war? I’m still a hero-- right?” If they lost this war-- it would mean he’d failed. And failure was not something he could handle.

Not alone.

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Salty Munday: 4, 7, & 20

munday salt meme : accepting : @temeraaires

004. What are some things you are tired of seeing in the RPing community?This one was answered here!007. Things that you will not tolerate?Bullying.  Been a victim before, look for the warning signs now.  I’ve been cut off from other friends and kept isolated and now I make sure to keep in close contact with my close friends so it doesn’t happen again.  Being lied to.  There’s literally nothing I hate more than a liar, especially when I catch them out.  Like be honest and straightforward, I’m not asking for much.  Racism.  Sexism.  Homophobia.  Like my rules for interaction are simple:  Don’t be a dick.  Respect other people.  Seeing female characters being trashed on the basis they’re female.  My chill doesn’t exist anymore.

020.  Wild card: The mun discusses any situation/problem they want.It’s disheartening to see characters who are well thought out, with muns who have excellent writing and give thoughtful, well-done tags, where threads have meat and weight and substance, get passed over for pretty face claim #40850965 and one-liners that don’t give anything at all.  Like, everyone’s got their own thing, this is true, but I see a lot of good characters get passed over because they do more than a sentence or two at a time in their replies, and have good, solid characterization (which is a must for me).  Also the lack of constructive crit.  Man, this is a hobby, but you don’t start knitting because you want to knit garter stitch scarves forever.  That’s where you start.  You improve with correction and direction and it’s not a bad thing.  And I think a lot of times constructive crit gets called hate when it’s genuinely not.  Being fair, though, this has tons to do with my own rp background where being open to it was an absolute must, or you were shunned, because not being open to it meant you were probably a drama llama.

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Plumette had been working at the castle for a week now, and she was doing okay. Sharing a room with the other maids was taking some adjusting to, but the pay was better than all the little jobs she’d had before combined. That alone made it worthwhile.

This was her first venture outside of the castle grounds since she’d been offered her position; she’d been sent into the nearby village of Villeneuve to buy some supplies to stock the kitchens. The problem was, while Villeneuve seemed similar to her own home village in a lot of ways, it was not her home village: Plumette had no idea where anything was.

“Excuse me,” she grabbed the arm of a passing gentleman, and hoped he was friendly. “I’m new here. Can you point me towards la poissonnerie, s’il vous plaît?”

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Things had finally begun to settle down. The mess from the battle at the castle had been cleaned up, families and friends reunited, and the future looked bright and full of happiness. The only thing marring it was the death of Gaston. It hung over her like a storm cloud, and though she knew it wasn’t anyone’s fault, she couldn’t simply forget and move on. 

Most of all, she wanted to be sure the best friend he’d left behind was doing all right. Though Gaston hadn’t been a good friend to LeFou, at least in the end, she knew that didn’t mean he could just move on, either. So, when she spotted him in the town square, she (rather timidly) approached him. “Hello.” She began as simply as possible, for she had no idea how to begin a conversation such as this one without sounding awkward. “I know it’s been a rather strange few days, but I wanted to see if you’d like to talk...and I understand if you don’t.” ( @temeraaires )