MOVED TO AVENTVRES

ind. beauty of the fairy tale beauty & the beast, w/ beast verses. fandom, oc & fairy tale friendly.

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THIS BLOG HAS MOVED !

FIND ME NOW AT AVENTVRES !

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the official reason given for the postponement of the ceremony was that the prince had fallen suddenly, severely ill. even in a court used to the strange & unusual, it seemed far-fetched. no royal wedding had ever been called off, even for a day, due to illness – it beggared belief. that, however, was the only thing which could be postponed. the festivities that were to follow ( the feast, the ball, the fireworks ) could not be left to sit another day, lest the food spoil in the summer heat, & so blue found herself sitting alone at the top of her wedding table, smiling & laughing as if this was not the biggest betrayal she had ever faced.

the prince had fallen ill. surely, they didn’t believe that. the truth of it was that the prince had gone missing, only moments before the ceremony, & well into that evening, had not been found. illness was the only conceivable excuse, yet, sitting at the head of the feast, food turning to ash in her mouth, blue wondered if any of those gathered truly believed that. most likely not. though she worked hard to avoid catching anyone’s eye, she would have been blind to miss those who stared at her, sitting alone, & turned to whisper to their partners. some of them looked as if they pitied her. hands which had been folded in her lap turned into curled fists, nails cutting crescents into the palm of her hand as her temper flared, as explosive as it had been before. she thought she was better than this. she thought it was over. she thought that beau –

she didn’t want to think about him at all.

the night dragged on. somehow, blue survived it, endured until the last firework exploded & she was free to return to her chambers, to leave prying eyes & cruel, mocking smiles behind. her chambermaids were dismissed before she had even set foot into the room, & once alone, blue tore her way out of her clothes. not her wedding dress – she had changed into a gown only slightly less extravagant after discovering beau had not deigned to show up to his own wedding, a silk, peach-coloured gown she tore as she wrestled herself free. strips of muslin fluttered to the floor as she ripped them from her neck, from her sleeves, & the gown itself was unceremoniously kicked across the room, lying in a crumpled heap at the foot of her bed. pins were ripped from her hair with such savagery she drew blood, again & again, & when the knock at the door came, blue couldn’t help herself from snapping at whoever was outside it. hearing it creak open, she whirled in a fury, eyes burning, ready to demand that they leave, get out, go –

the sight of beau stopped her dead in her tracks. in that moment, she hated him. he had left her, he had left her alone, left her at the mercy of everyone, left her to be laughed at, & here he was, an angel returned, while she stood in torn chemise, blood trickling down from her scalp, wild & savage & she hated him, she hated him, she hated him.

❛ where – where on earth have you been? ❜ the fury she felt couldn’t be voiced. instead, she sounded tired, sounded sad – she wouldn’t pretend to be happy that he was back. in that moment, if he had come to tell her he was leaving her for good, she might have been glad to see him go.

@lcbeau

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lowkey starter call?

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Bitter sweet and strange, finding you can CHANGE … 

[5000letters]

You adored a beast so much that you scared him back into the forest and that was how you knew that scary things were scared too and if you loved him honestly enough he would dig his claws into the ground and howl with grief because he looked at himself and saw hell and you looked at him and thought ‘I will take your demons and I will carry them all with me.’

Azra.T “Monsters” (via 5000letters)

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"Don’t you dare speak to me like that. "

DEATHLESS | accepting !

❛ then do not behave so atrociously, sir! ❜ the moment ofanger is entirely uncharacteristic – even she is shocked, the words escapingher before she can cage them up again. heads turn towards them at the sound ofher outburst, though blue meets no eyes but gaston’s. her own burn withdistaste, & she is very conscious of the space she has put between them,having taken steps backwards even as she turned to chastise him. around herwrist, kai’s fingers close, & he leans low to murmur cautious words intohis sister’s ear, but she finds herself wrenching her hand from his grip,ignoring the tone of worry in his voice. she knows that they are nobodies inthis new town, arriving in disgrace; she knows that gaston is beloved by thepeople in this town, & should it come to it, no-one will defend her againsthim, but – despite her brave face – she is tired.

this town is not yet a home to her, though she is trying tomake it one, & these people are not her friends, though she gives them thebenefit of the doubt, assuming that, when her family is no longer a curiosity,the gossip will stop. all of that, she is happy to take on the chin, but tofind kai slipping into old vices in the company of this man, slipping into debtto him, as if they do not already suffer under the crushing weight of it,hearing how he speaks of them, of those who surround him, of the other women ofthe village…

no. that is where blue draws the line.

❛ i will thank you to return my brother to my company. ❜ hervoice is quiet now, her tone ( barely ) civil, though bile burns in the back ofher throat, stomach twisting into hard knots as regret hits her in full force –what has she done? ❛ & i will thank you to speak like a gentleman the nexttime we meet. if you find my language so shameful, i would advise you not touse it yourself. ❜

[hecktors]

which one of your otp is the one to die and which is the one to sit in the middle of the street, holding their dead body, rocking back and forth, screaming “come back, come back, come back”?

[mitchellwrites]

deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

[txnderhearted-blog]

here tonight to edit tags, change my theme background, re-do icons - if anyone would like to plot something out, feel free to im me!

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❖ | ❛ melody.

        ❝    i’ve  forgotten  a-about  the  night  of  the  falling  stars   dance   …   h-have  anybody  —  um  —  have  anybody  asked  y-you  to  be  their  dates  y-yet  ,   b-blue  ?   i’m  sure  you  got  many  —  many  people  wanting  to  ask  …     ❞

                the dance ! blue’s head snapped up the mention, face blank, mouth slightly agape – in truth, she had forgotten about it too. that wasn’t to say she hadn’t been invited ( three perfectly respectable young men who, unfortunately, she had no interest in had already requested she be their date ) but in turning down those who had asked her, & receiving no more invitations… the whole thing had slipped her mind.

                 ...or, perhaps, that wasn’t really what had happened.

                ❛ well… ❜ she started, lowering her gaze once more to the notebook perched on her lap, giving a small shrug. ❛  three people have asked me so far. i’m sure one of them was on a dare – mel, i’d never even spoken to him before, i didn’t know what to do – but… no-one who’s asked is someone i want to go with. honestly ? i think i might give it a miss altogether. what about you ? ❜ blue raised her head again, dark eyes meeting mel’s, one eyebrow slightly raised. ❛ i know you said you’d forgotten, but, who’s asked you to go ? i thought… y’know… maybe chad …? ❜

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surprise! guess who’s returned from hiatus?

well, me – but not exactly on this blog. i think it’s pretty obvious that my favourite fairy tale / disney film is beauty & the beast at this point, & with the live-action film coming out next year, i’m incredibly excited about it. so excited, in fact, i’ve jumped the gun a little bit & saved a url for belle for when it comes out. but, with saving a url for belle, i’ve been thinking things over, & i don’t see much point in having a blog for her, & the fairy-tale inspired beauty at the same time… so, i’ve decided that when the time comes, i will be merging the two blogs! blue will then become belle, but all her universes will still stand. i’m still working out a couple of the details, but, when the time comes, this blog will become an archive, & i will be moving to the belle blog permanently, which i will post closer to the time.

as of right now, i am re-activating blue, but i am keeping her as a low-activity blog. she’ll also be pretty highly selective from now on, but i do have a few plotlines that were going on before my hiatus that i’d like to see continue to play out, so!

in the meantime, if i’m not on blue, you can find me on my current main blog, veryclevcr ( drisella tremaine of cinderella 2015 ), or my second low-activity blog, olympianflame ( hestia of greek myth. ) be good to yourselves, my loves c:

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yeah. i hate to have to do this, but there’s a bunch of stuff happening over the next month or so in real life which means that my time for roleplaying is going to be severely limited, or non-existent. it’s nothing serious, so no worries that way – my sister, who lives in australia, had a baby on monday, and my parents are heading out to visit her! my dad’s going for three weeks, my mum for two months, but you probably know at this time that we mind my other nephew five or six days a week while his parents work. with my parents out of the country, that responsibility now falls to me!

so i am going to be pretty busy with the little monster, not to mention this being my final term of university ever. i got the good news last week that my grades are great and i’m graduating on time ( such a relief holy fuck ) but i still have to get through this last stretch, and turn in my dissertation! this week and next are devoted to the last of my research, and then it’s right back into writing it, on top of my other two modules. juggling a dissertation, preparing two essays, looking after a house, looking after a toddler – it’s not going to leave me with a whole lot of time for roleplaying, and rather than appear sporadically and disappear, i’m swearing off it until i have more time.

honestly, i don’t know how long i’ll be gone for. when my dad gets back, i’ll have more time as he can help me out looking after the child, but that will be closer to my essay deadlines, so i’ll probably be working on those. minimum, i’ll be on hiatus for a month – maximum? the longest i’ll be gone to is june. ( yeah. that’s… wow. i don’t want to be gone for that long, because i love writing, and everyone i write with, but – shit happens. duty calls. )

i will still be around, though, even if i’m not active! i’ll probably log on every now and then to check out what’s happening on the dash, keep up with people, maybe reply to a thread or two if i have the time and the muse is especially strong ( i wouldn’t count on that last one happening, but it is a possibility! ) if we’re mutuals, you’re always welcome to add me on sk.y.pe – i can be found at bluebiirdx ! just make sure to let me know who you are if you add me. if we’re mains / talk frequently ooc, you can also feel free to ask me for my personal, because even during the busiest times of my life, i still can’t escape this fucking hellscape website, and it’s a lot easier for me to rant about uni there than it is on here. but my personal will only be given out to people i’m pretty close with due to past experiences.

and that’s about it! i’m going to try my best not to be gone for-fucking-ever, but i can’t make any promises. i’ll be back when i can. if we’re mains and you think i’m going to be gone to long, feel free to break that off, i wouldn’t mind in the slightest! you do you, and keep yourself going. look after yourselves, my loves, have a great few weeks / months, be happy, be super fucking gay, whatever. i’ll see you when i see you. ♡

[alonesomes]

why is it always the woman who has to see past the beast in the man? why does she always have to clean his wounds, even after he has damaged her beyond repair? why is it always the man who is worthy of forgiveness for being a monster? I want to see the beast in the beauty. the half smile, half snarl. the unapologetic anger. I would like to see the man forgive the monster. to see her, blood and all, and love her anyway.

beauty and the beast | Caitlyn S. (via alonesomes)

[unmonstrous-blog]

    HE WANTS TO BE TENDER AND MERCIFUL. ( that sounds overly valorous. sounds like penance. ) 

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             NON EST AD ASTRA MOLLIS E TERRIS VIA.

                           ❛    There is no easy way from the earth to the stars.     ❜

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