tell you whose team I'd prefer to be on

An "unremarkable" man from an unremarkable family in an unremarkable town, doing his damndest to facilitate the remarkable. Indie semi-selective LeFou RP Based on the 2017 remake. Portrayal My primary focus with this RP is to work with and understand this character, consider this an extension of canon. Mun and Muse are 21+ and super friendly RP by KAY

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a couple more days till hiatus is over 

I am so hype 

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wedding madness has descended upon me.

we’re down to the final 4 days -- today, the bachelorette, the rehearsal, & the Big Day 

and i still haven’t written my maid of honor speech 

heck

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mini hiatus announcement 9/28 - 10/14

I might still come on to send memes or maybe do the occasional one-liner, but for the most part consider me on hiatus for the next two weeks! 

Why? Well, on the one hand we have midterms. And, on the other, my sister is getting married! So while my next two weeks will range from midterm hell to something wonderfully spectacular, there is one thing that’s clear: I will have little to no time for RP. 

Thank you for understanding and I’ll still be around on IM or Skype most days, if you need me. 

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mini hiatus announcement 9/28 - 10/14

I might still come on to send memes or maybe do the occasional one-liner, but for the most part consider me on hiatus for the next two weeks! 

Why? Well, on the one hand we have midterms. And, on the other, my sister is getting married! So while my next two weeks will range from midterm hell to something wonderfully spectacular, there is one thing that’s clear: I will have little to no time for RP. 

Thank you for understanding and I’ll still be around on IM or Skype most days, if you need me. 

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mini hiatus announcement 9/28 - 10/14

I might still come on to send memes or maybe do the occasional one-liner, but for the most part consider me on hiatus for the next two weeks! 

Why? Well, on the one hand we have midterms. And, on the other, my sister is getting married! So while my next two weeks will range from midterm hell to something wonderfully spectacular, there is one thing that’s clear: I will have little to no time for RP. 

Thank you for understanding and I’ll still be around on IM or Skype most days, if you need me. 

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mini hiatus announcement 9/28 - 10/14

I might still come on to send memes or maybe do the occasional one-liner, but for the most part consider me on hiatus for the next two weeks! 

Why? Well, on the one hand we have midterms. And, on the other, my sister is getting married! So while my next two weeks will range from midterm hell to something wonderfully spectacular, there is one thing that’s clear: I will have little to no time for RP. 

Thank you for understanding and I’ll still be around on IM or Skype most days, if you need me. 

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echo.

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gayston

He took the offered bowl, eagerly taking to the stew– which was the best thing he’d eaten since his fall. Gaston imagined LeFou making this– painstakingly so– awaiting his hero’s return. How he must have tenderly chopped the vegetables and made the broth– how he undoubtedly thought of Gaston the entire time.

It wasn’t unknown to him that LeFou’s feelings went beyond those of conventional friendship. Perhaps the man could prove a useful partner in his grand scheme of revenge. It was simply a matter of getting him back under foot– which would no doubt require a bit of creativity.

Why was he thinking like this? Was it more madness? LeFou was his friend.

For a brief moment, Gaston became aware of the battle of morality waging within himself. Part of him that was eager for revenge against his prince and childhood friend– a man whodismissed him, and the foul woman he’d married. Both parties considered themselvesbetter than him! Such disrespect could not be tolerated.

Yet another part argued that this was his chance to make things up to LeFou– to be the better man. The man that his oldest companion deserved. Over the years he had felt flickers of feelings for Adrian that he’d never felt when with a woman. He’d long denied a part of himself– a portion that remained incomplete. This reunion could be his chance for reform.

It was maddening– trying to sort out what he felt– trying to pull himself away from the heartless monster he became after the war. A man who only saw others as tools and objects to be used.

Finishing his meal he put the bowl aside, hiding his face in his hands. How could he be so fractured? Gaston was starting to feel ill– perhaps all this madness had been induced by the fever. He groaned as he rose to his feet, seeking out his companion– his moral compass. LeFou had kept him from slipping after the war. He was the only one who could keep the beast within in check.

“LeFou– why did you leave me?” He muttered as the male walked in with a bucket. Whatever he was doing had to be trivial compared to himself. The feverish man wrapped his arms firmly around his companion. “Don’t leave me alone.” His behavior was bratty– almost childish. But LeFou offered him a sense of security he had never been able to achieve on his own– why else would he have kept this man around all these years?

“--Gast---!” He began, surprised with the sudden embrace. He’d barely realized he’d dropped the bucket till he heard it fall with a loud thwop. It still didn’t seem real until he could feel the slosh of water over his shoes. Pressing Gaston arms’ width away, hands curling around his bicep, he frowned. “I...I didn’t. I was just at the stable and the well. I never left...”

He’d never left Gaston. And he never would. He thought he’d proven it. After all, even after Gaston had run off, leaving him in the middle of battle with a broken rib, LeFou had still come back, visiting him in his cell -- taking him home with him.

And, even before that, it wasn’t that they hadn’t relied on one another throughout the years. Certainly, from the war and over the last decade -- he and Gaston had relied strongly on one another.  When things got rough, they were always there for one another.

So, why had Gaston accused him of abandonment? Hadn’t he shown that he wanted to help?

His frown deepened and he ran his hand up Gaston’s arm. He could still feel muscle there, though it wasn’t as defined as it used to be. That, in itself, seemed like a tragedy. Funny how people could define themselves -- or even the people they cared for -- in the smallest, most superficial ways. He hadn’t considered, up till that moment, that perhaps this sudden shocking behavior was just Gaston’s illness again.

--- it still seemed so odd that Gaston was ill. But, if that was the case, it couldn’t last too long. And so, he ran a soothing hand up his friend’s arm, opting for kindness. After all, whenever he was ill himself, he’d want kindness. Although, this was largely uncharted territory. Not only because Gaston never fell ill, but because LeFou would keep to himself whenever he fell ill. But it should still be transitive to other types of hardship they’ve endured.

Though, hopefully, with the ending that they could work out a more...understanding sort of mutualism.  

“The tub isn’t full yet, but I think you might feel better after you take a bath. It’s in the kitchen.”

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autumn/halloween sentence starters! 🍂🍁🎃

masterlist of autumn and halloween themed sentence starters! some are original, but most are collected from other posts.

​❝ i made pumpkin cookies! want to try one? ❞

❝ did you cut yourself carving the pumpkin? let me see it. ❞

❝ stay still i’m almost done with your costume. ❞

​❝ let’s paint pumpkins. ❞

❝ hurry up! we’re going to be late for the costume party! ❞

❝ help me decorate! ❞

​❝ let’s open some windows, okay? ❞

​❝ it’s starting to rain… ❞

​❝ bring a jacket! ❞

​❝ do we really need to go to a pumpkin patch? can’t we just buy one at the store? ❞

​❝ let’s go pick pumpkins! ❞

​❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞

​❝ you sound sick. are you sick? ❞

*sneeze* ​❝ sorry, allergies. ❞

​❝ wanna go out for halloween? ❞

​❝ looks like it’s time to rake the leaves… ❞

​❝ let’s go get hot chocolate then go for a walk. ❞

​❝ let’s go trick-or-treating! ❞

❝ let’s go jump in the leaves! ❞

​❝ come in here where it’s dry! ❞

​❝ it’s dark?! already?! ❞

​❝ ooh it’s chilly out. ❞

​❝ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ❞

​❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞

❝ did you hear about the werewolf/vampire/witch roaming around this town on halloween night? ❞

❝ let’s go to the haunted house! oh, please, please, please, please?! ❞

❝ i don’t get scared. i’m practically fearless. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ we have to get out of here! ❞

❝ are you going to hide in my shoulder the whole time? or actually watch the movie? ❞

❝ i’m not going in a graveyard. ❞

❝ what did you get? ❞

❝ want to trade candy? ❞

❝ i got a rock. ❞

❝ don’t blame me! it was your idea to come in here! ❞

❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞

❝ i just can’t wait for halloween! ❞

❝ you should totally buy that costume! ❞

❝ trick or treat! ❞

❝ happy halloween! ❞

❝ happy fall! ❞

❝ i wanna make sure that my jack-o-lantern is the best! ❞

❝ i’ll race you through the corn maze! ❞

❝ that guy in the gorilla costume has been following us for the past ten blocks. ❞

❝ aww come on! it was a prank! ❞

❝ please, please, PLEASE no scary movie marathon! ❞

❝ that wasn’t funny! ❞

❝ i keep tripping over my costume. ❞

❝ i’m not sure we should go down that street. ❞

❝ no fair! your costume is getting you more candy. ❞

❝ faster! we need to get to all of the houses! ❞

❝ forget being ‘too old’ to trick or treat. i’m doing this forever! ❞

❝ i don’t like these woods. ❞

❝ i just saw something! ❞

❝ look at that intestine cake! ❞

❝ i’m a real vampire. ❞

❝ do you think stuff really happens on halloween? like..supernatural stuff. ❞

❝ i made us matching costumes! ❞

❝ i think i just saw something move outside your window…is someone watching us? ❞

❝ you’re not going to make me carve this pumpkin all by myself, are you? ❞

❝ did you hear there’s a masquerade ball this halloween? let’s go! ❞

❝ you shouldn’t go out there! ❞

❝ s-scared? me? i’m not..scared. ❞

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a psa;;

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recyclmeme:

If I post an open starter, and you want to respond to it,

                                           DO THE THING!

❝ But the starter has already been replied too by someone else! ❞

                                           I don’t care, do the thing.

❝ But you posted it hours/days/weeks months ago! ❞

                                          Do. The. Thing.

❝ But I don’t know if I can… ❞

                                         This is your permission.                                          Do the thing.

❝ But you’re so quality, and I’m not! ❞

                                          I don’t care, do the thing.

Look, there’s nothing more depressing than making a starter, big or small, and having no one reply to it. It just sits there, empty, unused, unloved. If it happens enough the role player will stop posting open starters all together, defaulting instead to people who they know will answer them for sure. Or in some extreme cases leave the community. 

Open starters are open for a reason. Any one of my followers can answer them hours, days, weeks, heck even months after they’ve been posted. That’s why they’re tagged open.

So please, if you ever, ever, see a starter post tagged open that looks interesting to you RESPOND TO IT! 

You’re not going to annoy me, in fact you will make my day. You’re not going to see it but I’m probably going to do a little happy dance in my seat, or grin like an idiot, or make high pitched squeaky noises, or all of the above, because you, yes you, responded to the starter I posted.

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burnedbefore

“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.

“Pecans! Yes. That looks right.”  It sounded like a shortish word, after all. And the word on the paper looked short-ish as well. Plus the letter P and then E. P and a round sound, therefore, must equal pecans. Excited in half the battle won, LeFou clapped his hands together and settled on the next great mystery. “Perhaps then it’s a pie. Or bread. Or a pudding. Or a crumble.”

There really were an awful lot of pecan-based foods weren’t there?  

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Siren!Stanley

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lesdeuxfousamoureux

“O-Oh!” Stanley all but squeaked, infinitely relieved that Lefou hadn’t meant for that to happen.

It was strange… that had been exactly the outcome he’d hoped for when he’d began to sing. And yet now, talking about it… he felt incredibly embarrassed.

Like he would rather hide than ever think about sex again.

“So,” he said, and cleared his throat. “Companionship. That’s what- what most of us want, as opposed to harming any of your kind.”

But he was all too aware of the double meaning, and it made Stanley’s blush intensify.

“So...how does that work?” He didn’t know why he was continuing to pursue this line of conversation, but he supposed it was better than not talking at all. Lest Stanley start to think that he’d only been interested in the more...unsavory. “The companionship. We live on land, you in the sea. Why would you opt for humans and not another siren or...sea creature?” 

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lesdenouements

She laughed out loud and the sound echoed more than she would have liked, she snapped her hand across her mouth a moment, smiling sheepishly. “Ass.” Muttered softly as she moved to stand where she needed to in order to be ready to dive in head first once the music started. Taking a breath to calm her own expression, but it was a struggle. He made her smile all the time.

Clicking his tongue and punctuating with a wink, before engaging the promenade. Slow--- slow--- and lifting his arm to turn his Belle on the quickquick. From there, straight into the turning open box. He could feel the steps were smooth, and they were executing well enough but...

Whispering, trying not to move his lips lest a judge or another dancer see or hear and be distracted, he murmured, “I think we need something to really wow them.” 

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matching length does not bother me one bit. but matched enthusiasm and commitment is desired. if you have no muse for the thread then please drop it rather then give me a reply with no love or feeling or thought.

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dcbeaute

Belle glanced over to him, smiling at the way he was watching her. It was refreshing to have anyone take an interest in something she was doing, especially when it was in an encouraging way. There was no teasing, no telling her she shouldn’t be doing it. Though, this really wasn’t something Belle shouldn’t be doing. It was actually NORMAL for a woman to do embroidery.

“It’s easy once you get the hang of it, here…” she sat beside him and allowed him to try on his own set. Smiling at the pattern it would become once he was finished. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Gaston about his. Nobody needs to know about anything we do together. I know it’s not really something you want to shout around the town about. So many are small minded to accept these things.” Belle continued with her own, “where is Gaston? I thought he was always somewhere near you.”

Biting on his tongue in concentration, he threaded his needle and took the fabric on his own, trying to make the tiny stitches in the same manner Belle had. They call knotted, bunching up like beads of blood or buds out of the ground -- not at all the pattern he intended. 

He managed to push down the concentration enough to blush at the mention of Gaston. It wasn’t that he wasn’t appreciate of Belle’s apparent secrecy, but it seemed almost...sacrilegious to consider the possibility...or even the probability that his curiousity in this art form wouldn’t be well received. Was it so wrong for a man to want to make something beautiful? Would Gaston laugh at him for it? Nevertheless, he sighed and said, “It’s usually the other way around. But, uh. He’s out hunting. There’s a creature terrorizing some of the farmers and he needs a little more...stealth than I can provide.” He’s not offended by it, not really. It makes sense. 

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@lesdenouements 

so I’m not saying they’re this good technically 

but I could totally see Belle and Fou doing a routine like this

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It’s way too hot to wear flannel. But I suffer for the aesthetic.