|Posted on April 20 at 8:25 pm with 415 notes||Reblog|
Flynn decided to take a gander at the Sword in the Stone. Sadly, he was not able to pull it out.
|Posted on April 19 at 3:58 pm with 40 notes||Reblog|
Belle perked up and gave a quick shrug. A reserved smile still held a place on her lips. “Yes, I do, Eugene. I have yet to know more about the swashbuckling rouge with his adventures that excite the reader with every turn of the page.”
The large book was indeed worn. The binding hardly there, liquid stains on pages and the pages themselves browning from age and love. A hum of sweet agreement and interest buzzed between Belle’s closed lips. “They say not to judge a book by its cover, but you have to admit that there are some beautiful books out there with just as beautiful and intriguing stories behind the cover.” The brunette scooted just a tad closer to better see the faded lettering on the front. “So - what was Flynnigan Rider’s first daring adventure?” Belle asked in a voice with excitement that began to bubble.
Eugene didn’t honestly need to open the book to start telling her the tale. Countless nights he’d spent sitting in front of the fire in the orphanage and reading through the lines over and over, so at this point in his life he could see the words without needing to actually physically open it. But for the sake of the woman beside him he decided that keeping the book open was his best way to go.
“Well, the first story is a lot of build up. You know, how perfect his life is before the big adventure starts. Any woman he could want, all the money in the world at his fingertips, and the means to go anywhere he wanted to go.” He says reverently, letting out a small sigh before refocusing on the book and beginning to read the passages to her with all the energy he’d read it to the other orphans.
|Posted on April 14 at 10:50 am with 26 notes||Reblog|
I got this idea from another group I’m in.
This does not include the people who are on hiatus but I think we need to do a clean up of the character list. So just reblog this post once if you’re still active and still want to be a part of the group. One reblog for each character not for each mun.
|Posted on April 14 at 10:16 am with 1 note||Reblog|
(( hi guys.
sorry for the absence.. i’ve just
kind of lost who I am.
I’m still not quite sure, and i really want to find out what i’ve lost, and missed for god knows how long.. i’ll try to get back onto my feet, i promise…i’ll do my best..
|Posted on April 5 at 5:32 pm with 1 note||Reblog|
The Genie was sound asleep in his bed in his lamp. He was dreaming that he had just won an acting award. In his dream he got up to go make his speech, “Hello, good evening everyone. First I just want to say that you all obviously have great taste in actors! No but really, I am so touched that you chose me! Out of all others, me!” The Genie began to sob, “Ever since I was little and I was playing with my Barbie karaoke set, I told myself I am going to be the next big thing and look at me now! I just want to say too all of my fans out there, dreams can come true. No matter what, as long as you are incredibly good-looking!”
RING RING RING
The Genie snapped wide awake from his dream. He saw a red light flashing in his room, he knew that alarm. Someone had found and rubbed his lamp. He was giddy with excitement. He snapped his fingers and he was no longer wearing pj’s and he was ready to put on a show. He turned into smoke and flowed out through the end of the lamp. He rose higher and higher and when he was all the way out, he slowly brought all of the smoke back together to form himself 30 feet tall. He looked down at a man who was holding his lamp. He was pretending to be stern, he loved to do this, “Did you rub my lamp?”
Smoke was not what he expected to exit the unsuspecting lamp in his hands. Especially not blue smoke. And another thing that Eugene was definitely not expecting, was the smoke to curl up into the air and begin to solidify into a form. It was deceptively human looking, but with a fantastic twist to it. He clears his throat at the booming voice, looking down at the lamp in his hands before looking back up to him with a nervous smile.
“Uhh…that depends.” Eugene begins, tapping the metal with his thumb, “Are you guarding this lamp?” He’s not really sure what to make of the creature before him, but he had a sneaking suspicion he wouldn’t be too happy with finding him with this lamp that he’d apparently made his home in.
|Posted on April 5 at 4:45 pm with 1 note||Reblog|
|Posted on March 30 at 9:56 pm with 12 notes||Reblog|
Maleficent saw Flynn trying to leave and waved her hand. The doors closed. “Now, you don’t think that I’ll just let you leave, do you?” She asked. “You are lucky today, mr. Rider. I don’t wish to kill you, but I can’t just let you leave, after all you are an intruder. But maybe if you do one job for me, I’ll let you go unharmed.” The fairy said.
Flynn lets out a sigh, running his hand through his hair in frustration. He didn’t have time for another job, honestly, nor did he desire to do one even if he had the time. But he decides to play her game, looking up at her, “And what job is that?”
|Posted on March 30 at 9:49 pm with 40 notes||Reblog|
Belle shuffled her feet a few times on the wooden floor, covered with a thin layer of dust. She sat with her knees together and her hands folded, fingers laced tightly together and her shoulders drawn inward; A position that made her feel as if she was locking herself away securely - though another silent tear spilled over the rim of her left eye.
She picked up the sound of Eugene’s palm rubbing against the worn sheets of the bed he was to stay in for the night, noting that he did it out of feeling uncomfortable. “…are you really?” she whispered. Another pause before she spoke again, “If so….how about we read in your book you brought?” Belle smiled very weakly before turning to face Eugene, still keeping her body language closed.
“You really want to?” Nobody had taken an interest in his book since the orphanage, so he’d simply thought he’d never get the chance to read it to another person again. He had to admit he was a little excited at the thought. He reaches down to scoop the satchel from the ground, pulling out the thick book and resting it on his lap.
“You don’t have to read this with me, you know, if you don’t want to.” Eugene flips open the cover carefully, the cover only attached by threadbare stitches. The first page still held its integrity for the most part, though, the elegant script shining dully in the dim light. “The new copies of this book don’t have this kind of print.” He says with a subtle smile, running his hand along the familiar letters, “It’s part of what drew me to the book in the first place.”
|Posted on March 25 at 12:56 pm with 2,018 notes||Reblog|
|Posted on March 24 at 8:47 pm||Reblog|
*sobs into the sunset*
I don’t want Modern Week to end. Don’t go Modern Week. We barely knew ye.