Love a lost illusion

haha hi, im still alive. my old computer has been fried for a while, and i finally remembered my log in info to get on this account on my school computer!! I dont have any of my stuff on here and i cant seem to turn off the new dashboard and i also have a lot going on with virtual school so i dont think i will really be on here to write, but i did want to let those of you who are still following me ( which im not sure why you are, but thank you for keeping me in your mind ) know that i am okay and i do miss yall and i do miss writing here its just not something i can do right now. Maybe another time, or maybe not, but still know that the tumblr rp community will always have a special place in my heart.

❁ ❁ “  Hold your temper, anger is not going to solve anything. I can see that they’re crushed.  ” She could see how visibly frustrated he was over this, & frankly, she didn’t entirely blame him. Her own temper could be pointed out as rambunctious as well, but she knew how to control it (unless the situation called for it). One petal at a time, she began to collect them in her palm.

“  Usually I’d say it’s terrible, pero es perfecto. Exactly what we need to make rose tea.  ” She shot a glance at him, wanting him to do the same. “  You’re not the practical type, ¿are you?  ” There was no fear in her calling him out for it, & rather than mockery, it was stated out of frankness. “  There’s a lot of things you can do with petals, as long your mind is open to them. A narrow mind will do you no good.  ”

       Temper was hard to hold, as anger management was not one of the Beast’s strong suits, but stern look and frank talk kept it from growing. Seemed direction was helpful, and so too was confirmation that something could be made from failure - -- rose tea did sound rather nice. Eyes watched her movements, before he followed suit, picking up the petals with one paw and placing them onto the pad of his other. 

anonymous said : You're the worst friend, you can never do anything right. You just leave and abandon and, in turn, they will do the same to you. Because you're not worth it, you're a terrible human being capable only of disappointment and hurting. ( for modern/human adam. feel free to direct it towards a friend/relation of your choosing or make it general! )

Destroy my muse on anon | accepting.

      Raised like a PRINCE, the boy had only ever been told sweet lies. Surrounded by yes men and woman who wanted his approval, who wanted his money, they dared not ever say what they really thought of him to his face. Throughout school he heard whispers and rumors of people bashing him behind his back, but they never really meant anything to him, never affected him, there was always someone around to dispel any negativity, to inflate his ego back up.

      But he had grown past that. Grown past the popularity. He had to. Very quickly he learned that the real world was nothing like the carefully cultivated bubble he had been living in. It didn’t take long to realize that he was, in fact, a bad person. That he was selfish, unkind, temperamental, and that all his friendships were fake, and held no weight . . . but once bubble was popped he was actually able to make real connections. He met Cat, Scott, and Laila and he learned what friendship was actually meant to be. He finally had a reason to grow . . . but did he ever actually improve ? After all this time, was any progress made ? He had hoped so, but maybe he was too far beyond changing.

     Words hit him like a sucker punch to the gut, and for a moment he feels his body should be keeling right over, physically pained by the callout, but instead he stands taller, trying to hide it. Hands ball into fists at his sides. Pride was damaged, but he was always taught not to let that show, although that was easier said than done. He should argue back, should defend himself, but no defense comes to mind, no words reach his tongue.

anonymous said : Belle doesn't really love you. She only pities you.

Destroy my muse on anon | accepting.

    It’s a thought he’s always had in the back of his mind. Prone to doubt and distrust since curse befell him, it was hard to believe someone like him could be loved, but as he grew closer to Belle, as she stopped shuddering at his paws and started looking into his human eyes instead of at his beastly body, negative thoughts became fewer and farther between … but it doesn’t take much for them to flood back in at full force.

    Hearing the words spoken with another voice … well, it just makes it far more REAL. It's like a slap in the face — - a reality check, even if reality being painted may not have necessarily been true. It's a reality he could easily believe, even if he really and truly doesn’t want to. 

    Anger and sadness swirl around him as if in a dance, each feeling fighting to reach to the top. Even now, even after working on his temper, It’s no surprise that anger wins. Paws form into fists, claws digging into fur. Teeth grit together as eyes close tightly. Voice came from darkness, there is no one to fight, no one to roar at, no one to release temper on . . . but he has to do something, something to expel the feelings from his system. Eyes abruptly open and with a grunt he swings at the closest thing.     —- -    ❝   NO !!  ❞   Gruff voice booms as he overturns a table, everything atop it spilling and crashing to the floor.  

    Breath quickens, he’s not angry at the voice, he’s angry at himself. How could he have let himself HOPE, how could he have ever thought that he could be FREE, how could he have ever thought that he had actually LEARNED to love and GAINED their love in return. How could he have not seen the truth before him.       

     That was a fair response, she decided. As the beast moved out of the shadows that previously shrouded his menacing form, and seemingly sought the source of her voice, the fairy realized that her luminescence was providing decent camouflage against the glow of torchlight behind her. She was a source of light herself, form not silhouetted by another. The not-so-little part of her that loved a good bit of mischief was already coming up with the idea of taking advantage of this and teasing the beast–if she was to just speak to him and let him try to locate her by sound–oh, it would be funny!

     But the self-preservation instincts she necessarily had, as such an easily preyed upon being, told her not to provoke anything so big-hairy-toothed-and-clawed as he was. Tinker Bell drifted slowly away from the torch, moving herself into the shadows so she could be seen. She was curious about the creature who lived in such a place as this…Perhaps he would talk to her if she behaved herself.

     “Can you see me, now?”

       Eyes, still scanning, catch the small glow branch off from the light of a torch. At first he thinks mind is playing tricks, that perhaps he’s been too isolated for too long. He blinks rapidly and shakes head slightly, but glow doesn’t go away no matter what he does. It remains, solid and real . . . and it once again talks. Blue hues squint, trying to make out what it could be.  Some kind of figure surrounded by light ? It's too big to be a lightning bug, but too small too be much else. 

SHE FEELS THE PRESSURE HIT THE BARE SKIN OF HER SHOULDER, the sharp sting of the force of the snowball causing her to TENSE UP. It takes her a few moments to PROCESS it, really, a few moments to realize that MAYBE, she should react to the object much DIFFERENTLY. Normal people, people who FEEL THE COLD, jump up when they’re suddenly hit by said cold object.

Unfortunately, for Elsa, she doesn’t react fast enough, and ACTING as never really been her forte ( Anna has always been so quick to remind her of that ), so her painfully awkward jump and YELP feels entirely fake to her, and she strongly doubts she fools the Beast as well.

Luckily, she has the HINDSIGHT to barrel over her reaction in efforts to RETALIATE. She stoops down and scoops up a handful of snow, packing it TIGHTLY. “You should be careful who you start a SNOWBALL FIGHT with, my sister could never beat me.” She says with a LITTLE GRIN on her lips, rearing her arm back to toss the snowball at him. 

( And, well, if she uses a bit of her powers to make the snowball a bit bigger than she herself could physically pick up, well, no one has to know that, right? )

        Head tilts, playful hint of a smile fading as he watches her reaction. At first the tenseness is enough for him, with his thick layers of fur that shields him from the true sting of the cold - it’s similar to how he reacts. But then she oversells it with a reaction so delayed that it has him confused. ... Is that how people normally reacted ? Was it some JOKE he just wasn’t getting ? Was there something he was MISSING ?

       Mind doesn’t have too much time to dwell on the moment before retaliation is evident. He prepares to take it, too focused on what just happened to find an escape, but snowball grows and eyes become wider . . .  it’s bigger than he expects. 

       Large paws move to block face as snow comes careening towards him, but he’s a little too late.  BAM.  Body tenses as he feels the pressure hit his muzzle and explode over fur. He grimaces as snow starts to flop off face.

      Head shakes, flinging off what’s remaining, and a SMUG smile crosses lips, surely he can do better --- make something bigger with massive paws. First one was to test the waters, but now real fight has begun. He bends down and paws dig deep into ground, scooping up snow and creating a large snowball.    —- -    ❝   I’m guessing your sister doesn’t have paws.  ❞

          “A SECOND CHANCE, MAYBE, BUT A FOURTH and a fifth and a sixth and a seventh? You don’t.. .you don’t know what I’ve been through, you don’t know how many times I’ve messed up, how many times I’ve ruined lives.” LeFou shook his head. “You shouldn’t forgive me. She and Maurice shouldn’t either. I’m doomed to keep hurting people.”

Is it loving kylie and cat hours rn?? Because I too would like to throw my hat in the mix.