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If the descendants novels were in the movie
Carlos, Running: “MAL- MAL HELP HES GONNA BURN ME ALIVE-
Mal: “Wait- Who?”
Carlos: “REMEMBER THAT ONE PRIEST- I MEAN JUDGE”
Mal: “Uh..No?”
Carlos: “CLAUDINE’S DAD!”
Mal: “Claude Frollo- WHAT DID YOU SAY!?”
Carlos: “I told him he had a receeding hairline”
claude, running towards him with a sword and torch: “GET BACK HERE, YOU SINFUL BASTARD!”
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Emerald had been walking around in the rain for a while now. Her mother had given her permission to play in the rain as long as she was carful not to be caught.
The raven haired child jumped quickly into a puddle laughing as her bare feet hit the water. She looked up from her fit of laughter to find someone starring at her. The girl was confused. She hasn’t seen this person before.
Her small legs went from a walk to a sprent as she ran over to the woman and looked up at her. “Mama says it’s not nice to stair.” She explained before giving a weak laugh. “Come on! If you wanna play we can play in the rain together!” The small child spoke holding her hand out to the other.
Her small fingers curved as to be able to hold the others hand when they choose to take her hand. Being the head strong girl she was she wasn’t going to have someone not have fun on such a perfectly rainy day!
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[ sniffling ] ❛❛ Sorry- Sorry, Please don’t be mad- I can fix it, I’m sorry! I just- ❜❜ [ panicking ]
westworld sentence meme | accepting | @claudinefrollo
“It’s alright, it’s alright,” Fox sighed, trying to pick up the pieces before someone else had the misfortune of coming upon them. “Just calm down and sit,” she spoke gently, but left no room for questioning or hesitation. A panicking person was more likely to cause more trouble than one who was calm and the last thing she needed was more glittering shards on the floor, waiting to prick an unsuspecting finger. “Don’t worry about it.”
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“You don’t need to be afraid,” Adam knew the rumors that were said of him. That he was cruel, uncouth. True once, perhaps, but no longer a reason to scare the girl in front of him.
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“ I may have punched him. He looked at me like I was stupid. I’m not stupid.”
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ABSURDITY IN TWIST OF FATE! That she should leave Paris to break away from the horrors that resound in her head to this day, only to end up in a small town where Frollo resided in. Thankfully, she had asked Claudine not to reveal her presence to him before he learnt of it and he remained ignorant till now.
But why then did she continue to stay? Why did she not hasten to the next town and avoid the madman altogether?
The answer stood before her. Natural wariness and concern had filled her at once when she understood that Frollo had adopted Claudine. After all, he had taken in Quasimodo out of fear and not kindness and had tormented him for twenty years.�� So she worried for Claudine, who seemed gentle and soft-spoken, and wondered why Frollo would have adopted her. She chose to stay, to observe and ensure Claudine’s well-being.
At present, her attention was diverted to a man who was complaining of Claudine’s assault. Sympathy however did not lie with him. She was painfully aware of people’s bias against those who were different, and Claudine’s appearance was a source of scorn and mockery for many. She did not fault Claudine for holding her ground. Noting that the injury was not severe, she simply shrugged and walked away with Claudine. The man turned out to be too embarrassed to pursue them.
“Yes, you’re not stupid. I hope Frollo doesn’t treat you like that. Does he? Erm, you realise I don’t think highly of him.”
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Russian Classics Aesthetics
—————— REPOST , DON’T REBLOG. —————— BOLD WHATEVER APPLIES TO YOUR MUSE.
BROTHERS KARAMAZOV : orthodox monasteries , deep woods , starry nights , the sound of paper being torn , dimly lit rooms , withered roses , an unfinished letter , piles of books , the sound of shattering glass , ticking of clocks in a silent house , heavy wooden furniture , the air before a storm , the smell of earth , a crowd of people dressed in black , distant murmurs , emptied streets , the fear of walking alone in dusk.
CRIME AND PUNISHMENT : coldness of the skin against a blade , slender pale fingers & slightly shaking hands , a red stain blooming on white fabric , lonely steps in a corridor , the slow dripping of water , looking out of the window into the thickening darkness , a single dying candle on the table , listening to one’s breath & counting heartbeats , too many stairs , the desire to be invisible , a subtle memory of kind word.
THE IDIOT : classical statues , wealth covered with dust , a dark house tainted with inherited madness , an unsettling feeling , long walks in a park , useless chatter , a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench , a melancholic face , an unexpected spring rain , the joy of reading one’s favorite book , the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around , looking at cloudless sky.
ANNA KARENINA : fields of crops , flowers brought from an early morning walk , the wind caressing a girl’s hair , a bowl of fruit , the smell of ripe pears , the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea , children’s laughter coming from the garden , soft sunlight & white curtains , the sensation of velvet against skin , pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor , a sudden silence in a room full of people.
WAR AND PEACE : a glass of wine , the brightness of a crystal chandelier , white lace , a raging snow storm , the sound of a door being gently closed , the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ball room , indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light , closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing , the sweet smell of strawberries , a pair of gloves left on an armchair , light scent of powder.
THE MASTER AND MARGARITA : the chaos of a lively city , ambient jazz in expensive restaurants , jumping on a moving tram , the sight of moscow from the roof of a house , yellow flowers in a vase , leaning out of the window , shelves stacked with books , a small tin box with old photographs , strange shapes in the night sky , laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony , colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind.
EUGENE ONEGIN : a lonely mansion , reading a book in the parlor , faint piano melody lingering in falling silence , long evenings , passing seasons , discussing french novels of the moment , unspoken thoughts , leaning against the door frame , quickly averted glance , eating a peach absent-minded , bright mornings , footprints in snow , a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby.
FATHERS AND SONS : birch groves , morning mist , moss-covered stones near a moor , scientific books , white roses , cheap champagne , shabby pocket-watch , light-hearted irony , a maladroit cello sonata , freshly mowed grass , leaving thoughts come & go , a slow yawn , picturesque plates & bowls filled with traditional dishes , drinking tea on the porch.
DOCTOR ZHIVAGO : a strange feeling of loss , writing poems in a diary , traveling by train , the hesitation before touching someone’s hand , the gaze of one lost in thought , the warmth of cinnamon , a scarf brightly embellished with flowers , a glass of water , a threadbare jacket , the tempting void , the evanescent serenity of yesterday.
CHERRY ORCHARD : a lone chair in an empty room , falling blossoms , old samovar , the unsettling need for change , a mirror reflecting full moon , the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance , a piano out of tune.
TAGGED BY: @murroyilodel [ thanks boo! ] TAGGING: @crossingredqueensrealm, @children-of-guardians, @claudinefrollo, @mystifyingmuses, and anyone else who would like to do this!
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Emerald laughed to the girl her own dark fingers wrapping around the woman’s hand. “Come on! The best place to play is right over here!” She smiled and pulled the girl with her out into the rain.
Her small form jumped into the air and her bear feet hit the puddle. Water throwing itself in every direction as laughter flowed from the girl.
Raven hair fell into her face as she turned to Claudine and smiled. “Now you find a nice one to jump into!” The girl laughed. She watched and wanted wanting the girl to have just as much fun as she had.
Her small form stood in the rain and green eyes stayed glued to her. She wasn’t frightened, scared, or horrified. She was just curious and happy that the girl agreed to play with her.
“Do you wanna jump in one together?” She asked with a smile as she dance her way over to the girl.
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Emerald had been walking around in the rain for a while now. Her mother had given her permission to play in the rain as long as she was carful not to be caught.
The raven haired child jumped quickly into a puddle laughing as her bare feet hit the water. She looked up from her fit of laughter to find someone starring at her. The girl was confused. She hasn’t seen this person before.
Her small legs went from a walk to a sprent as she ran over to the woman and looked up at her. “Mama says it’s not nice to stair.” She explained before giving a weak laugh. “Come on! If you wanna play we can play in the rain together!” The small child spoke holding her hand out to the other.
Her small fingers curved as to be able to hold the others hand when they choose to take her hand. Being the head strong girl she was she wasn’t going to have someone not have fun on such a perfectly rainy day!
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Emerald laughed and jumped with the woman into the puddle. Her laughter exploded once more as bear feet hit the small pool of water. She looked up to the woman and then back to the church. She knew the man who lived in the bell tower, or at least...her mother told her about him.
She was his mother’s best friend and unknown to her, her father. “Why had you been outside the church?” She asked softly. “Could you not find a way in?” She asked softly. “I know a way inside!” She giggled.
When the small girl felt the wind on her face she laughed and pulled her pan flute out. Playing up the scale she laughed.
“Have you ever played along with the wind?” She asked happily.
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Emerald had been walking around in the rain for a while now. Her mother had given her permission to play in the rain as long as she was carful not to be caught.
The raven haired child jumped quickly into a puddle laughing as her bare feet hit the water. She looked up from her fit of laughter to find someone starring at her. The girl was confused. She hasn’t seen this person before.
Her small legs went from a walk to a sprent as she ran over to the woman and looked up at her. “Mama says it’s not nice to stair.” She explained before giving a weak laugh. “Come on! If you wanna play we can play in the rain together!” The small child spoke holding her hand out to the other.
Her small fingers curved as to be able to hold the others hand when they choose to take her hand. Being the head strong girl she was she wasn’t going to have someone not have fun on such a perfectly rainy day!
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